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My getting dragged back into Percy Jackson. I love Nico as a character since i was a kid and still do till today, don't worry I will draw Will in a bit. I will never separate them, it will just take sometime since how slow i draw sometime <3

Ace/Aro Alastor character study fic

The closest Alastor’s ever gotten to romance comes in the form of—in order of increasing hilariousness—a couple of botched youthful attempts at kissing, cheap mass-produced smut comics, and the wildly entertaining tales of other people’s sordid affairs.

He’s never wanted sex. He’s never wanted love. He’s never seen a problem with this.

It’s taken about a century, but he’s pleasantly surprised to discover that the rest of the world is finally starting to catch up with his perspective.

More than anything else, he’s pleased that these new modern attitudes have given him extra opportunities for bad puns.

This fic was written for the Hazbin Hotel Secret Sinner gift-giving event on twitter for my recipient @ValeskaLoki, who also is a big Alastor fan, also is ace/aro, and also has liked fanart celebrating Alastor’s ace/aro-ness. But I also wrote it for me because like, I’ve been wanting to write an ace/aro Alastor character study since I saw the pilot last year.

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In the fifties, Alastor participated in a study.

Alastor liked how the two college students manning the folding table in the hall looked at him like they were about to faint. They appeared to be about twenty years old and were dressed like recent arrivals, which meant that they may well have not even been born yet when Alastor died. He was thrilled he could still terrify the modern youths.

His smile stretching wider, he said, “Hello!”

One of the kids almost fell out of his folding chair; the legs rattled on the tile floor. The other flinched and said, “H-hi. How can we, uh—help you, sir?”

“I thought I was here to help you!” With a flourish, Alastor held out a flyer he’d stolen:

Volunteers needed for psychological study on sexual preferences. NO SEX ACTS OR PORNOGRAPHY WILL BE INVOLVED! (That part had been hastily added later in a different handwriting.) Brief questionnaire, 15-20 minutes. Participants will be given pizza.

Alastor glanced around. “Where’s the pizza?”

(Read the rest on AO3!)

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