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Alastor and Lucifer were inseparable. Angel Dust was starting to notice that.
Ever since Lucifer rescued the Radio Demon three weeks ago- and frankly, barred any of them from going to the tower, Lucifer and Alastor have been inseparable. Alastor was extremely approachable now, too. Or, at least, for Lucifer he was.
Rosie, the Cannibal Overlord, has come around quite often since the rescue. She and Lucifer would spend a lot of time with Alastor in the Radio Demon's room, listening to his broadcasts or what Angel had to assume was them having tea.
Y'know, old people things.
But he felt…
Felt jealous.
Like Alastor was getting spoiled- even though he himself went through things that were rough like that all the time.
Like Alastor was being treated around lightly… and Angel hated that he himself felt jealous.
Angel Dust glanced over at the Radio Demon, watching him read his book. He'd been giving Alastor the silent treatment- not intentionally, of course- but now he felt that he should apologize.
“Angel?”
“Huh- wha?” Angel Dust pulled himself out of his thoughts. “Uh, yea, Smiles?”
“You've been staring at me but ignoring me for two weeks now. What is it?” Alastor had shut his book, pausing his reading to confront Angel Dust.
Angel stood abruptly. “I gotta go, Smiles.” The spider ran off, heading upstairs. The last thing he needed was to sit here and explain to Alastor that he wanted to just hug the deer- and talk. Can't they talk?
Angel Dust sighed, running a hand through his fluffy hair as he walked down the hallway to his room. He was almost to the door when he bumped into something.
“Ah, fuck, I'm sor- oh. Uh, hey Smiles. Look, I am sorry I bumped into ya, it won't happen again.” The spider began to get up, surprised to see Alastor offering his hand to him.
“Not a problem, my effeminate fellow! Now then,” Alastor pulled the spider demon to his feet. “Can you explain why you have been giving me the silent treatment but the staredown of an afterlife, hmm?”
“Ya…. I'm..” Angel's shoulders slumped. “I'm sorry, Smiles. Look, I jus, I am still processin’ ya kno’, everythin’. An’ I ain't a saint, ya kno’? I gots my own issues an’ all ‘at.”
Alastor's head tilted.
“I jus’... I kinda wanna talk with ya. What ya… what we've been through- fuck- I kno’ more than anyone'a dese demons, n…”
Alastor's posture changed, tensing. “Angel..” a warning growl.
“I jus’ wanna fuckin’ hug ya, and I wanna talk. How come fuckin’ Short King gets ya like that? I wan' that! An’ i feel like shit, wantin ya to maself, but like, I jus’ wanna spoil ya on my own!”
Alastor's head tilted again, surprise taking over his features. All Angel Dust wanted was a companion. Something that he could lean on and talk with.
Out of anyone, Angel Dust knew what it felt like. What he went through- the fucking nightmares and terrors and overall misery-
Angel understood it.
Alastor watched the spider's shoulders slump.
“Fuck, I'm jus’ gonna go, Smiles. I'm sorry.”
Alastor moved, hand catching Angel's arm as the spider started to walk away. “Wait, Angel!”
The spider's brow raised and he looked at Alastor. “Smiles?”
“I… would like that. Lucifer is.. busy this week as is Rosie. It would be… pleasant to have someone to talk with. To be around.” Alastor spoke softly.
Angel's eyes seemed to light up and he smiled. “Fuckin a, Smiles, ya cute.” He pinched the deer's cheeks, earning him a nip from Alastor, or an attempted one. “Hey! No bitin'!”
“Watch your hands then, pal.” Alastor huffed, eyes widening as Angel began to tug him into his room. “Angel?”
“Well, if we're gonna hang we're gonna hang in my room, Smiles!”
“No…no i- no.” Alastor moved to tug his arm free, a brief flicker of fear forming on his face before Angel Dust turned.
“Alastor. I promise, we jus’ doin’ some manipedis n stuff. I am willin’ ta bet ya ain't care fa yaself like ya ‘posed to. Oh, i can braid ya hair too!” He moved closer, careful like he'd seen Lucifer done a million times over these last three weeks.
“Smiles? Can I get a hug?”
Alastor nodded, rushing forward to bury his face in Angel Dust's neck. This was also another thing he noticed- Alastor went completely non-verbal at times. He had suspicions of course, but that would be for another time. Right now, it is best to just spend time with the fluffy deer.
Angel smiled as he gently pet the man's ears. “I promise I ain't tryna get anythin’ from ya. Jus wanna hang, Smiles. I kno’ what it's like, ya kno’? Wanna give ya a person to lean on dat undastans’.”
Alastor nodded as Angel Dust carded his fingers through his hair, and then he felt them moving.
Angel's room was very soft, and fluffy- and
Muddy?
Angel Dust whined. “Ah! Come on Nuggs! Ya got into ma mud mask again?!”
Angel sighed as Niffty came out of a vent, she began cleaning as Alastor noticed a muddy piggy rubbing against him. His ears perked up and he sat down on the floor, picking Nuggets up to hold him.
Fat Nuggets seemed to pick up on Alastor's need for soft affection immediately, the little service piggy rested against his chest heavy as he held him.
Alastor's tail swished against the floor as he nuzzled the muddy piggy. His piggy now. “mwen kenbe piggy.”
Angel looked over at Alastor, brow raised. How many languages did this fluffy fuck know? Lucifer had mentioned that Alastor could speak French, but this wasn't that!
Niffty understood it though.
“You can't keep Nuggets, Alastor, that's Angel's piggy.”
Angel looked aghast. “Ayo! No, ya can't keep mah pig! He's mine! That's my Baby Boy, Al! Ya can't keep ‘im!”
Alastor nuzzled the piggy more, causing Fat Nuggets to wiggle and oink happily. “kochon mwen, tanpri? Se pou mwen.. karese nan mitan lannwit.” the Radio Demon held the piglet close and his chest began to rumble with soft purrs.
Niffty translated for Angel as she scrubbed the mud off the floor.
Angel didn't have it in him to fight with Alastor. “Okay- fine. But only if ya stay in here. Ya can't cuddle my piggy at night unless ya sleepin’ ova’!”
Alastor nodded as he held the piglet, nd Angel sighed, going to his bathroom to run a bath for Nuggets. Perhaps Alastor's assistance with bathing the piggy will go well?
It went terrible. Fat Nuggets loved baths but that caused him to act a fool. It ended with Angel Dust upside down on the shower curtain bar and Alastor in the tub with the pig.
Alastor placed the wet but clean piggy on the ground, getting out of the tub. His suit was soaked and covered in bubbles and mud. Suppose he could get into some pj's?
“Smiles, ya can borrow my clothes while ya here. Dat way yers don't get messed up or anythin.” Angel started to blow dry the piglet. “Check the dressa’.”
Alastor slipped out of the bathroom to go searching for the clothing, and also grabbed Angel a change of clothes. Normally he'd be against this, but if the stuff Angel has planned this evening could stain his clothes… well, he'd rather not.
Once he was in the spider's oversized sweater and a pair of shorts, he brought Angel clothes too.
Angel stared at him. “Damn. Ya so fuckin' gorgeous Smiles. Thank ya for da clothes. Can ya babysit Nuggs while I get clean?”
Alastor nodded and held the piglet, smiling at the piggy. The little creatures nuzzled Alastor and then they went to go sit on Angel's bed, patiently waiting.
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting…
Sleeping……
Zzzz
Angel Dust stretched as he came out of the shower, sighing softly. “Sorry Smiles, mud is hard ta get outta mah fur- dat's why I onl- Smiles?”
Alastor was sleeping in Angel's bed, Nuggets was cradled against his chest and the blankets had been pulled up around him. Alastor's shadow was on the wall, floating about as it tucked the Radio Demon in. When it saw Angel, it waved briefly before disappearing.
The shadow had been just as flaky as Alastor as of late… due to what happened, Angel didn't blame it.
The spider demon took steps towards his bed, slipping under the covers too. He kept his distance, but as soon as Alastor felt movement he watched onto Angel, and now the spider was sure he had a little leech in his bed.
Alastor was very cuddly. He didn't like being moved much and preferred to be nestled into Angel's fluff. Angel had eventually adjusted Alastor to be on his lap, nestled into him as Nuggets laid next to their side. This was he was able to scroll his phone while holding the Radio Demon.
Soft static ebbed and flowed between them, far off sounding 20s music played… Angel found that he was beginning to adore cuddling Alastor.
He wondered if perhaps Lucifer would allow more cuddle time in the future? It seemed Lucifer was the one who got all the cuddles… surely he'd share?
Angel pressed into Alastor's face, nuzzling him softly. It earned him a soft fawn squeak, and in that moment Angel Dust realized how unbelievably fucked he was.
Alastor smelled sweet too, like periwinkle, almost. That and a hint of sandalwood, and lilies. And Bergamot?
What the fuck was this fluffy fiend up to all the time to be smelling so good?
Perhaps, as time went on, Angel would find out.