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sciencebecameouraddiction · 2 days

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Hi, I have a request: Could you do Angel Dust x Human Reader in platonic way? Where Reader have magic skills and, for a mistake of a spell, fall in hell and meet Angel Dust.

(I don’t see much fan fiction where Hazbin Hotel characters interact with human reader and I hope this can be possible)

Thank you

omg yes!!! i loved this idea so so much! thank you for your patience as i did this request and i hope you enjoy it!

down the rabbit hole

rated: G

the spell was supposed to be simple. a simple spell that was to protect your home and transport any negativity away from your home. but after you chanted the last spell for it, you heard rumbling that grew louder. your dog, luna, whined as she darted closer to you and the rumbling increased.

“shit. how are we getting an earthquake?” you ask yourself out loud, not thinking anything of the shaking yet. that is until the ground started to fall away from your feet. your eyes widen as you see a maroon ground and desolate surroundings. your feet glued to where you were as you tried to run and pull luna with you, but to no avail. your scream echoed as you and luna fell through the portal and landed on the ground. your breath knocked from your lungs as luna landed on top of you. you look at her and the around you, seeing a city, but more conveniently a large building that showed it was the “hazbin hotel”. you blinked and murmured to luna to keep close by as she whined and followed you.

shakily making it up to the door, you hesitated for a moment, anxiety clutching in your chest as you froze. a soft lick on your hand pulling you out of your paralysis as you look at luna and sigh.

“okay, girl. i just have to knock right?” you ask, posing your hand to do so, when the door suddenly opens.

“well, hello there-“ the voice is cut off as you scream, startled and step back. luna takes this as whoever was there as a threat and lunges. your mind catches up to your body as you scream at her to heel. not before a very high pitched scream comes from whoever opened the door and they fall back. you, holding luna, look at the… man? deer? person. he was on the ground and his arms in front of his face, subtly shaking.

“i am so sorry. that was my fault. you startled me and she thought i was in danger.” you explain as you tell luna to sit and stay, and you walk over to help the red deer man up. he glares up at you, looking like he was going to have some snarky comment, when his eyes widen.

“where are you from?” he asks, getting up himself and brushing off his coat like nothing happened. you blink for a moment, and straighten up.

“i’m from california?” you answer, framing it more like a question. his glare is unamused as he stands up straight.

“no, where are you from, what ring? you don’t look hell born.” he says, his eyes narrowing in distrust.

“i-um-i don’t know how to answer that. i’m from earth. i guess? i’m a witch, and i did a spell and i think it went wrong. where am i, actually?” you ask.

“oh yer in hell toots.” a voice comes down the stairs. “charlie we got a new one!” the white spider yells up the stairs, still consumed on their phone. you blink.

“is everyone animals down here?” you ask, but before you can get an answer, a woman with blonde hair bounds down excitedly.

“oh another guest! are you ready to be-“ her eyes widen looking at you. “redeemed?” she trails off, her face scrunching in confusion.

“are you an angel?” another woman, who is next to the blonde asks. you blink owlishly at them.

“i mean, i’ve had compliments before, but if i look that much like an angel, thank you?” you say and the woman shakes her head.

“no, you’re an angel.” her face distorting into anger as she pulls out a spear. “why are you here?” she yells as you back up. luna jumping in front of you and growling. everyone takes a step back at that.

“oh my fuck. is that a dog?” the white spider demon asks, and walking up to luna. luna’s growls deepen and you tell her to heel again.

“be nice.” you mutter to her as she whines and sniffs the spider demons outstretched hand. deeming him a worthy friend, goes over and sits in front of them for pets. “you can pet her. she’s fine.” you say, looking at the spider demon and smiling.

“i haven’t pet a dog in almost 80 years…” he trailed off.

“that’s a dog? from earth?” the blonde squeals and goes over, mimicking the way the spider demon introduced himself and then petting luna too.

“so, let me get this straight… i’m in hell?” you ask. the red deer nods, standing far away from luna.

“yes. you are in hell. but why don’t you look like demon spawn is beyond me.” he provides.

“probably because i didn’t die.” you conclude. “im assuming you all were born here or died and ended up here, right.” there were murmurs of agreement.

“except vaggie,” the blonde points to the spear wielding girl, “she’s a fallen angel.” you nod.

“heaven that bad?” you ask.

“you have no idea.” she deadpans.

“so, i apologize if this is rude, but who are you all?” you ask.

“oh my goodness! i don’t introduce myself!” the blonde exclaims getting up and rushing over to you. “i’m charlie! charlie morningstar. and this is the hazbin hotel. a place where sinners can be rehabilitated and go to heaven.” your eye brows raise at that.

“morningstar, as in lucifer morningstar?” you ask, a bit shocked.

“that’s the very one!” she exclaims.

“how is he? he’s felt a bit off recently, and hasn’t liked the offerings i’ve put out.” you ask as charlie looks at you confused.

“you know my dad?” her head tilted in confusion.

“well, not really. i work with him, in my practice. i’m a witch.” you explain.

“oh, like alastor!” charlie says, making a connection. you look over to where she pointed at the red deer demon, alastor you assumed.

“i don’t think she deals in my magic, charlie.” alastor explains.

“what is your magic?” you ask, curious.

“partially voodoo.” he looks at you and smiles.

“oh, goodness no. my family doesn’t practice voodoo, and that is a closed practice i respect. but more power to ya man!” you say, nodding at him. he tilts his head at you curiously and you look over at luna now on her back and the spider demon rubbing her stomach.

“if you rub her chest to her stomach in one fell swoop, she’ll be your best friend.” you laugh as the spider demon looks at you, does that and watches as luna’s tail wags quicker. he laughs and does it again.

“oh my god, i’m in love.” he says, petting her ears.

“that’s angel.” charlie explains. you smile and nod, until a new person descends the stairs and calls out for charlie.

“charlie, sweetie!” the voice says, getting louder coming down the stairs. “you don’t happen to know where my hat is, do you?” you look curiously at the man, who is barely taller than you, his eyes fixed on his jacket not looking up.

“ummm… no, dad. also. i want you to meet…” charlie looks at you. “i never asked your name.”

“oh! it’s y/n. it’s a pleasure to actually meet you in the flesh lord lucifer.” you say, bowing your head slightly. he stops and looks at you, looking taken aback.

“you didn’t die y/n, why are you down here?” he says coming over to you and grasping your arms.

“i was doing that protection spell for the house and i think i fucked it up.” you say, a bit downtrodden.

“don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetie. we all make mistakes and luckily i can get you back up to earth.” he says, smiling at you.

“thank you. it’s a wonder to actually meet you. i was worried, you hadn’t liked many of my offerings.” you said and he looked bashful.

“how do you guys know each other?” charlie asks.

“well, i work with lucifer in my practice, like i said before.” you say.

“she’s a witch charlie. there are many different types of witches, but there are some who have the gifts to communicate with beings outside of earth, or choose to honor certain beings through what earth calls offerings. they can be food, trinkets, etc.” lucifer continued to explain.

“they’re a form of devotion. and there are many different types of relationships you can have. i work with your dad for help with my spell work, i’ve been working with him for almost 10 years now. not so long to him, but a long time to me.” you finish.

“i had no idea…” charlie explained.

“that’s why i said about the offerings and your dad not liking them. i can normally get a vibe.” you laugh. “maybe i need to put more apples?” you ask, chuckling. lucifer chuckling with you.

“nah, just put a damn rubbah duck.” angel says, still petting luna. “he loves ‘em!” you look to lucifer and he shrugs.

“i do like ducks.” he bows his head, bashfully.

“noted.” you say as you walk over to angel and luna, sitting with them. you smile at angel and pet luna’s head and sigh.

“so, how do i get outta here?” you ask, looking at lucifer.

“how about ya nevah leave and luna stays here. she’d love fat nuggets!” angel exclaims.

“fat nuggets?” you ask.

“my pet pig. sweetest little doll eva.” angel says, leaning to you like he was telling you a secret. you smile and coo at that.

“i’m going to need to get an asmodeon crystal from lust and then i will be back. stay here until i get back all right?” lucifer said, materializing a portal and getting ready to step through it. you salute him in understanding and he disappears.

“that means we’ve got more time to talk and i’ve got more time to let this dog!” angel exclaims, laying down next to luna who was fast asleep now. you laugh and look around.

“it seems i do.”

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vipetas · 1 month

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hide and seek

Heart racing, you gently eased the closet door shut, nestling yourself deeper inside of it. With a hand pressed over your mouth to stifle your breaths, you strained to hear any approaching footsteps.

Silence enveloped the room, and you allowed yourself to breathe a soft sigh of relief. This was a good hiding spot, you thought to yourself. Surely, he’ll never find–

“Oh, darling! Where are you?”

Your hand instinctively shot back to cover your mouth. Shit, how did he know to look for you in this room?

You held your breath, listening intently. Before long, you heard it: the slow, deliberate approach of footsteps. Each one seemed to echo the pounding of your heart as you braced yourself for the closet doors to be flung open.

Yet, it never happened. Instead, three soft knocks on the closet's doors signaled his presence on the other side. You pressed farther back into the closet, trying desperately to remain unnoticed, but it was too late.

“There you are!” Alastor's voice rang out as he swung open both doors. As light flooded into the cramped space, you met his gaze, a mix of annoyance and amusement crossing your features

“Alastor!” you scolded in a hushed tone, careful not to attract further attention. “You cheater, how did you find me?”

With a chuckle, the Radio Demon grinned wider as he leaned against the door frame.

“Why, darling, I simply followed the sound of your beating heart. It led me right to you. Quite the delightful melody, if I do say so myself.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed any irritation you might've felt. “Alright, Romeo, fair enough,” you quipped as you stood up, brushing off your clothes.

Alastor responded with a playful wink, extending his hand towards you as an offer to help you out of the closet. You accepted, feeling a subtle thrill course through you as your fingers intertwined. It was a sensation that had become familiar, one that never failed to stir something within you. Just as you were about to comment on it, the moment was abruptly cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps.

In an instant, Alastor swiftly pushed you back into the closet, joining you inside before you could even react.

The confined space of the closet felt even smaller with both of you squeezed inside, pressed close together to accommodate for the lack of room. In the dim light, your gaze met Alastor's, and he placed a finger to his lips, motioning for you to remain quiet. You nodded, your heart fluttering ever so slightly not just from the fear of being discovered but also from his proximity.

Still, you waited, holding your breath. Each second seemed to stretch into eternity, but after a moment, you heard someone gingerly enter the room. It wasn't unexpected, but what caught you off guard was the sudden voice that shattered the stillness.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” Charlie called out, her tone carrying a playful curiosity.

Alastor, ever perceptive, sensed the gasp rising in your throat. With a swift movement, his hands slid to your sides, pulling you even closer to him. His lips hovered just inches away from yours, barely brushing against them as he whispered, “Stay calm, my dear.”

For a moment, you forgot about the game, about the risk of being caught. As Charlie's voice lingered in the air, Alastor's grip on you tightened subtly, sending a delightful cascade of shivers down your spine. The way he held your gaze was both unnerving and intoxicating, and you felt yourself melting as his fingers began tracing the curve of your sides, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.

In turn, your own hands sought solace in the fabric of his suit, fingers curling around the material. As you leaned into his embrace, you purposefully brushed your lips against his again in an almost kiss, and a low, deep hum rumbled from within Alastor’s chest.

You could feel his frustration, palpable even with the scant distance separating you. It was a gap neither of you could ensure for a moment longer.

But reality came crashing back down as Charlie’s voice pierced through the silence again.

“Hello! I know somebody’s in here!” She said, her presence looming larger as she continued to search the room. Her movements became increasingly frantic as she searched behind curtains and under the bed, leaving you with the unsettling certainty that the closet would be her next target.

Glancing back at Alastor, you were somewhat surprised to find his gaze still fixed solely on you, seemingly unconcerned with Charlie's search outside. His hands suddenly left your sides, and you found yourself missing his touch. But before you could dwell on the absence for long, they found a new resting place, cradling the back of your head with a possessiveness that both startled and thrilled you.

Without warning, he closed the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that bordered on primal. It was a stark departure from his usual gentleness, leaving you momentarily bewildered by the sudden intensity. Yet as the kiss deepened, any thoughts of protest were quickly swept away by the overwhelming heat rising between you.

Eagerly, you opened your mouth for him, craving the sensation of his claim, and claim you he did. Pulling your hair back as if he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue brushed against yours, sending waves of pleasure that shot through your veins, setting every nerve ablaze with desire. Lost in the dizzying sensation, your body acted on its own accord as it arched into his touch, your bodies melding together seamlessly. Each curve and contour fit together perfectly, as if they were two halves of the same whole.

As the moment's intensity threatened to peak, you suddenly heard the soft creak of the outside door opening. Your heart lurched in your chest, and you instinctively pulled away from Alastor, eyes wide as you fixated on the crack of the closet door, where a sliver of light seeped through.

Alastor, however, remained unperturbed. His lips trailed kisses across your jaw, his hands returning to your sides with a firm grip that pooled your insides with warmth. Despite the interruption, you found yourself melting into his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck as you surrendered to his desires, even as a part of your mind remained on high alert.

“Hey, did you find anyone?” Vaggie’s voice rang out.

The sound of her footsteps drew closer, accompanied by Charlie's response. “No luck yet, Vaggie. But I'm sure they're hiding somewhere around here.”

“Did you check the closet?”

The innocent question sliced through the air like a blade, catching you off guard. Every fiber of your being urged you to break away from Alastor, to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of hand. But as you struggled to gather your thoughts, Alastor's lips crashed against yours once more, effectively drowning out your protests.

“Alastor,” you whispered urgently against his mouth, your attempts to push him away met with stubborn resistance. Despite your efforts, he remained as sturdy as a brick wall, his fervent kiss consuming you with an intensity that left you powerless to resist.

“I didn’t!” Charlie gasped, and in the next instant, the unmistakable sound of their approach shattered any remaining pleasure you felt. Desperation flooded through you as you attempted to push Alastor away once more, but he only seemed to draw impossibly nearer, enveloping you in an almost suffocating embrace as his tongue boldly invited itself into your mouth.

This is it, you thought. You’d never hear the end of being caught in such an embarrassing situation. You could already feel heat rushing to your cheeks as you struggled between surrendering to Alastor’s intoxicating taste and preserving your dignity.

Bracing yourself for the inevitable, you tightly shut your eyes.

However, embarrassment never came. Instead, you felt a sudden shift, like being caught in a whirlwind of energy. Colors blurred and twisted around you, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if your very essence was being pulled apart at the seams. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the sensation ceased, and you found yourself standing in Alastor’s radio tower, his hands still resting upon you.

“You're such a cheater!” You playfully scolded, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge with your hand.

“Cheater? Me?” Alastor replied with mock innocence, his grin widening as he shrugged nonchalantly. “I merely... bent the rules to my advantage.”

With a shake of your head, you chuckled softly, finding it impossible to stay upset with him for too long. “Well, you certainly have a knack for bending them,” you commented with a smile.

“Would you prefer that I bend you?”

Alastor's remark sent your heart racing, your cheeks warming at the implication. Emboldened by the rush of adrenaline, you closed the distance between you, your fingertips lightly grazing his cheeks as you brought your lips tantalizingly close to his.

“Maybe I would,” you replied, the words barely a whisper. Alastor chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as his hand slipped to the small of your back.

“Well then, my dear,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “Let's see just how much you can handle.”

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jazzmasternot · 4 days

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He’s a red flag but red means good fortune and love in my culture 😘

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nayomi247 · 17 days

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I cant believe like... no one in the fandom has done a post like this yet that I can find?? It seems like a staple, and Im sending it here cause your wonderful and need more requests mwuah (´ з `)

What do you think would be some of the Hazbin Crew's ideal s/o? Like, what would attract them/get their attention initially, what they would need in a longtime partner, that type of thing! I would LOVE if you did Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox (my BOYS *sobs*) but feel free to do anyone and everyone you want to!

Their Ideal S/O

A/N: Thank you for this lovely request mwah😙 Also I sprinkled in other hcs to that I thought of while writing this

Pairing: Lucifer/Reader, Alastor/Reader, & Vox/Reader

Work under the cut🤞🏻

I feel like this man would love a clingy lover. Please always hold his hand. Sit on his lap while he does his work. Cuddle him to sleep at night. He LOVES physical touch.

Lucifer:

He'd also want a person he can spoil. He wants you to know he cares. He shows this by gift giving; (another one of his love languages) anything in his power is yours for the asking, you just name it!

As for looks, he wouldn't really care about those. He loves you for who you are.... THOUGH, if you were tall, he'd like to be topped by you. Or if you were short, he would tease you for that and act all proud bc he's taller than someone.

The thing that initially attracted him though was your smile. He always adored it. Just seeing you laugh and be happy always made his heart flutter.

He wants someone who can take care of him. He's a very needy man and is almost like a toddler to some degree. Of course he could do this stuff himself, but it makes him feel better knowing that you're willing to do it for him.

If you're gonna be with him, you have to be nice to Charlie. That's non negotiable. He doesn't want to put you in a spot where you feel like you have to parent her, of course not. All he wants is for his 2 favorite people to get along.

He needs someone who's willing to commit to the relationship as much as he is. He's still a bit hurt from Lilith, and he's trusting you to not break his heart like she did. He would be crushed.

Alastor:

He isn't one to like physical touch very much. Maybe a peck on the cheek here, holding hands a bit there, but other than that he doesn't want to be touched. Don't get me wrong, he loves you a lot! But he's not really the.. touchy type.

I see him more as lover that would like words of affirmation or quality time. Just your presence alone is enough for him. Though if he's with a clingy partner, he'll probably get them a plushy or something of the sort to hug and cuddle when he's in his 'no touch mood'.

He'd like if if you could cook. You could help him prepare jambalaya and other dishes his mom showed him to make. It'd be a great bonding experience.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't care much for looks. As long as you're willing to commit to him as he does for you, then it doesn't matter to him what you look like.

To be completely honest, he doesn't know exactly why he loves you or even fell for you in the first place. But he does, and did. Who is he to question that?

Vox:

This man is also a big physical touch lover. He always has his hand on your thigh, holding your hand, or just touching any place he can.

Please let him spoil you. You'd always have the latest phone and other tech like that. If you want something, he'd be glad to give it to you.

He wants someone that's loyal to him and only him. If he sees anyone else trying to flirt with you (*cough cough* val) he'd go absolutely insane. You are his.

If you could cook, he'd always love to eat your meals, breakfast lunch and dinner. Would 100% brag to the other Vees when he has lunch.

He'd prefer it if you're good with tech. He wants to be able to brainstorm ideas with you and show off his latest inventions. Also it would make it 10x easier to clean his system if you were the one to do it.

He cares more about looks than the other 2, but it's not a deal breaker for him. He'd like it if you were good looking (You're beautiful no matter what though ofc) but it's not a need. Regardless, he'd still call you beautiful and his pretty thing

He fell for you because of your of your personality. The way you walk about and present yourself. You take bullshit from anyone, you know your worth. Much as he does. You're like him, you both understand each other. That's why he sought out your love.

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I'm sorry if this exactly what you hoped it would be, I know I added a few random things but I hope you like it regardless :]

Once again thank you for the ask<3

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hazbinpage · 3 months

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Alastor x reader hcs

(not explicitly romantic, but not explicitly platonic, either — you're just really close and important to each other)

WC is a little over 2000 I think

A/N: This is my first time writing like this, and my first time writing for Alastor, so forgive me if it's a little OOC! It has to be, given that he would never be in a relationship in the show, but I tried to keep him as close to cannon as possible. Please enjoy and lmk what you think!

-Your relationship is that of a very slow burn.

-You might have met in the hotel, desiring to better yourself or wanting a place to stay; you might have met through a mutual connection, Mimzy, Nifty, or Husker having been someone you've grown close to and followed to Charlie's project; or he might have considered you one of "fairer means," and protected you from another demon, earning him your respect and fear and causing you to join the inhabitants of his current residence; regardless, you start out as acquaintances living in the hotel.

- Once settled there, you slowly get to know each other. You both start off with observation: Alastor noting how you interact with the others, your ticks, your strengths, your weaknesses, and your flaws; you seeing the subtle and not-so-subtle ways he reveals his power, his distant stature, his observance, his likes, his dislikes, and just how little he truly discloses. He's a mystery to you, and one you're not sure you should try to uncover.

-You mostly see one another in group dynamics in the first couple weeks or so. If you knew him before you came to the hotel, he might have greeted you ("Ah, Husker's little companion, greetings! (Y/N), was it?") Otherwise, though, he would stay mostly silent until Charlie introduced him herself, after which he'd give a short, fairly dismissive, yet exhuberant welcome. After this, you'd rarely speak, both instead watching as the other engaged with the remaining residents' antics.

- After a few weeks of barely speaking, something would change. You'd begin to show a common interest of some sort, be it music, dance, radio, dad jokes, or food. One of you would approach the other, asking for a friendly dance or striking up a conversation about dinner. You might also connect over a common dislike (modern technology/the Vs, dogs [if that's still cannon], being touched, ect.) While you don't have to have a lot in common, one or two things will spark interest in spending time together — something that is necessary for your relationship to progress.

- After a while of hanging out, you'd become friends, or at least friendly with one another — he enjoys having a companion in his interests.

-He'd probably end up initiating all of your time together, though; he's busy and prefers to be in control of his own schedule. He wouldn't mind necessarily if you tried to reach out, not at all, he'd just decline. If he wanted to hang out, he'd make it happen.

-While he considers you friends, he doesn't care about you — at least, he doesn't at first. He enjoys you in the way he might enjoy watching a character in a book, similar to how he feels about Nifty, just not familially in nature like he (seems to maybe) view her.

-Somewhere along the line, underneath his awareness, his interest in spending time with you will shift in purpose from manipulation, or the desire to engage in his hobbies unalone, to actual interest in you as a person. He doesn't notice this change for a while (sue him, he's been busy running a hotel; why would he pay attention to his feelings toward a side character?), but when he does realize what has happened, he'll be fairly confused by himself. Nothing about you is particularly interesting; you're fairly standard, with an average skillset and personal history. Why does he find himself so intrigued by you? So desiring to spend more time getting to know you? He'll admit, you've been a fun dance partner, and he enjoys when you sit with him as he broadcasts his radio show across hell. And, as much as he loves the fear in your eyes at his more gruesome displays, he always appreciates the kindness in them as you catch up over breakfast. Perhaps that was it — it was a lovely feeling to be feared and cherished at the same time — one so unoften given to him by a demon of a lower stature. He supposes little things like this could result in a friendship, however temporary. It's a similar story to how he befriended Mimzy, after all.

-He's decisive and it doesn't take him long to come to this conclusion. He'll start spending more time around you outside of your mutual interests and dragging you along to affairs outside the hotel. He'll have you meet Rosie and try to get you to eat demon meat. He'll respect it if you refuse, insisting it's your loss, but it won't be the last time he tries to "expand your taste."

-He'll be relatively comfortable with you touching him outside of dance at this point, though only briefly and informally (pats on the back, high-fives, a short hug or two if you haven't seen each other in a while, ect.).

-He'll tolerate more nosiness than before as well; he enjoys the attention from someone he knows and likes, and, depending on the question, he might actually answer you.

-He loves compliments; they feed his ego, and he doesn't mind dishing them back out when appropriate.

-That's the extent of your relationship, though: he finds you enjoyable to hang out with (now as a person more than a character, though there's still some of that sentiment), and he spends more time with you.

-The key to moving past this not-close-but-not-entirely-distant friendship stage is to do something out of character for his sake. If you're greedy, give him something he knows is important to you, no strings attached. If you're easily angered or vengeful, let go of previous wrongs to spend time with him. If you're shy, stand up to someone badmouthing him, especially if he's not there. Such intentional displays of will and care take him off-guard (as off-guard as he can be with someone he's gotten to know so well — you might not know him, but he certainly knows you) and make him feel very cared for.

-Slowly, after these displays, your friendship will progress. He'll start doing things for you, too — at first, in the form of minor deals, where he still gets something but often less than what he gives. Then there are mere trades, where you have most of the benefits with less security for him. Finally, he'll start giving you gifts and doing favors without charge, just as you have for him, on the condition you haven't tried to manipulate him in any way while he felt out the waters. He's slow to trust even someone who he views as harmless; please let him go at his own pace!

-He spends even more time with you as well, finding his preference to be in your company rather than out of it.

-Over time, slowly but surely, you grow closer and closer together. You trust him, and he…kind of trusts you. He has a lot to lose, so the partial trust is the most he's willing to give. It's also the most he's offered to someone since long before he died, perhaps the most ever, aside from his mother.

-This is especially so, given that he's already bound with a deal of his own. He gives himself permission to indulge in this close relationship with you only while knowing he would abandon or use you if it allowed him to be free. He's so desperate and scared, and he knows he’d do anything to rid himself of his burden. He tries to suppress and devalue the guilt that comes with the knowledge of his own ultimate disloyalty and succeeds only most of the time.

-There's no specific turning point either of you can locate where you became more exclusive than friends. You just know that it was before he moved an extra bed into your room so he could be with you while you slept.

-A couple years down the line, when you're more comfortable with each other, he'll sleep in your presence as well. He'll also be willing to cuddle, if you'd like, but he's going to be bad at it (stiff as a board, that one — plus, even when he gets comfortable with it, he'll almost always think of something he needs to do and leave halfway through). He doesn't necessarily enjoy it, but he loves you and is willing to do things he doesn't actively dislike for your sake.

-He'll let you touch his ears, something he hasn't let anyone do before, and finds he enjoys being stroked on the head. I hc this was something his mom did for him when he was younger as he fell to sleep, and is a major comfort to him now. You're just the only person he trusts to do it.

-Head strokes are also the only physical touch-y thing he'll actively seek out and enjoy; everything else is either for manipulation, to make a statement, something he just kind of lets happen (think Nifty crawling on him), or for your sake entirely. He will, however, not do anything or allow you to do anything he actively dislikes. He's very clear about his boundaries in that sense, and if you don't respect them, it will put a damper on your (already quite fragile due to his guilt and fear) relationship.

-In terms of smooching, he will kiss you on the back of your hand and the top of your head once you've grown closer. Closer still, and he'll kiss you on the cheek when you ask. If you've been together for years, he semi-trusts and fully loves you, and you haven't tried to pressure him to do anything he doesn't want, he might kiss you on the lips upon your request. Even after centuries together, though, this is a very rare occurrence.

-His breath stinks anyway; you should thank him for keeping his unsanitary meat grinder away from yours.

-Speaking of which, you have to hound him to brush his teeth. Almost nothing you say convinces him ("I make people uncomfortable, you say? Of course I do — I'm the Radio Demon! Nothing brings me greater pleasure.") The only point you could use that might get him to semi-regularly practice oral hygiene is that demons could look down on him for it. This is entirely dependent, though, on his mental state and general public status at the time.

- He doesn't care to define your relationship; he lets it define itself. He doesn't know what a QPR is and doesn't care to know. He does want you to be at least semi-exclusive, though.

-He also doesn't care if you view him romantically or not; so long as you respect his boundaries and care about him as much as he does you, he's content.

- While he isn't comfortable with you calling him your boyfriend ("It's far too juvenile a term for one such as myself, my dear!") or your husband ("Haha, don't call me that!"), he's more than okay with being referred to as your partner, significant other, or dearest companion; if he calls you anything but your name to others, these terms are what he uses. He views these titles as more ambiguous than explicitly romantic while still giving the context that you are

his person — the most important individual in his life — and that he will have no other.

-Pretty protective, but you might not see it often. He's fully confident in his ability to keep you out of harm's way; he's one of the most powerful demons in the pride ring, after all. Why would he have to worry? That being said, if you ever did manage to be hurt, he would be beyond pissed. He would broadcast your assailant's screams on his radio show for longer than he ever had before.

- Whether he makes it a point to tell other demons who's protection you're under entirely depends on what is revealed about his character in later seasons. He might be very very public about it, talking about you all the time on his broadcast and angering Vox with his PDA (usually just a hand on your back or something of the like to make a statement). On the other hand, he might keep your relationship very private, fearing that the few demons powerful enough to cross him would use his care for you against him. It's one or the other, in my opinion, with very little room in between.

-Speaking of Vox, he would loathe you. Your existence would both flare up his one-sided crush on Alastor and his desire to see the Radio Demon suffer — you take away any non-existent chance of his unrequited love being returned while also making Alastor happy, which he doesn't want. Vox might try to hurt you at some point, though very much away from the public eye, or to steal you away, but his attempts don't go on for very long before Alastor makes it very clear that he's to discontinue his behavior.

-While a person of any demographic could be Alastor's significant other, it will be harder and will take longer for a relationship to develop between him and someone he views as a threat (your relationship would start with him trying to use you for your power, and it would take a long time to fully stray from that nature), and/or another man (it's by no means impossible to develop a relationship with him as a man; he just seems to have more initial patience and fondness for women in general).

-You'll hear more about his life alive than almost anyone else, and he'll especially speak of his mother. He wishes you two could have met. "She'd just adore you," he'd say. It's one way to know how highly he thinks of you.

-He'd let you hold his staff. You wouldn't understand what it meant to him until it broke during his fight with Adam. If you see the fight, that is, he'd be very hesitant to let you near the battlefield. If you ever find out about his deal before he ends it, it's while treating his wound from his fight with Adam, and the information is spilled more or less by accident.

-Chances are he wouldn't come to you while injured, though, both because he doesn't want you to see him as weak and because he doesn't want his cloudy mind to spill any secrets.

-Overall, his relationship with you is a very slow-to-manifest but close and loving one that he holds very dearly in his heart. The only thing he holds closer is freedom. When the deed is done, though, and you're gone, he might realize his priorities were out of order.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor/reader #reader is a sinner #what a Guy #the radio demon #idk what tags this fandom uses #hopefully these are alr #my writing

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yourfavoritecanniballady · 1 month

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#alastor altruist #the radio demon #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor/reader #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #radiorose #rosie the cannibal

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Alastor x Falling for a Vegetarian/Vegan Reader

• Alastor doesn't understand how you can go without eating meat, seeing as he eats it every single day for every meal.

• Not to mention you've been doing it for six years? He wouldn't be able to, personally.

• "I refuse to believe that you simply stopped eating meat one day and quit all of a sudden. What do they call quitting suddenly again? Ah, yes. Quitting cold turkey."

• What do you mean it wasn't sudden?

• "My parents were originally against it since they said meat had important proteins, but after a while, I managed to convince them that I could eat other things for protein. Eggs, tofu, things like that."

• "Why would you do such a thing, though? Meat does tend to have a good amount of protein, after all. I can't imagine going a day without it."

• "I felt bad for the animals."

• "You felt bad for the animals," he repeated slowly, unblinking. "Well, understandable, but also, that's a bit silly!" His smile never fades as he talks. It's clear that he's not trying to patronize you, at least not on purpose, but that he genuinely thinks so. "Animals die all the time by natural causes, be it a car crash or disease or whatnot! There's nothing wrong with eating them before their time. Everything dies eventually!"

• "That's, uh, kind of morbid."

• "But true!"

• He had a point there. Nevertheless, he accepts it, but that doesn't stop him from being a bit of an ass asking if you want a bite of his meal before he eats, to which you always politely decline.

• "Suit yourself," he hums as he goes into privacy and begins his meal.

• You really try not to think about what (or who) he eats and his eating habits unless he reminds you.

• He only does that sometimes. Not too often, thankfully.

• But still, you can't help but be a bit curious.

• "So, like, the teeth."

• He raises a brow.

• "What sharp teeth you have." You pause. "Like... do you use them to like... rip into things, or...?"

• "Curiosity killed the cat." He keeps smiling. "But I suppose I'll humor you. I usually prefer to tear those I feast on bit by bit before indulging. It is quite messy, however, when their organs and limbs are, well, flying everywhere and getting all over the walls, not to mention the sheer amount of blood that's spilled when I—"

• "Okay! I get it! You painted a very good picture, thank you!" You didn't that he'd get that specific. Why would he get that specific? You felt queasy.

• "Oh, did I go into too much detail? Forgive me, I can get a bit excited at the thought of meals."

• "It's fine." That doesn't help the fact that you still find it disturbing, and it shows.

• He holds out an arm. "Come along. I know a great place that serves the best vegetarian and vegan meals."

• You latch your arm with his and let him lead you, slightly confused. "But you're not either of those."

• "Yes, but you are. I figured it was time for a change."

• "You're going vegetarian? Or vegan?"

• That gets a tiny laugh out of him. "No, no. Never. I'm simply going to watch you eat and order something for myself. Not eating meat for one meal won't kill me, after all."

• And that's how you two ended up at a restuarant.

• If anyone asks, it wasn't a date. At all. Just a friendly gesture of goodwill.

• He's a gentleman. He obviously paid for both your meals and expected nothing in return.

• You two make it a biweekly thing.

• (You claim it means nothing to you.)

• (You're lying.)

• He says he's just being polite and trying to have new experiences.

• (He's lying too.)

#my writing #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor headcanons #alastor hazbin hotel headcanons #headcanons #hazbin hotel #hh #Alastor x vegan reader #Alastor x vegetarian reader #Alastor/reader #Alastor/you

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gabriel-sprite · 3 months

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🎙️FROM THE THE MARKER OF

‘ Nedzu/Ace’

COMES 🎙️

Alastor my darling deer~

edit: i think this one has the MOST song whiplash out of all my playlists this is your warning ⚠️

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #demon #webtoon #webcore #vivziepop #vivzieverse #hellaverse #alastor/reader #submisive and breedable #monster fudger #tw monsterfucking #tw g0re #tw god mention #acesexual #acesexual character #spotify playlist #musically

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acetone-nightmares · 20 days

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tw: knives, blood; see tags

pairing: alastor x f!reader

rating: explicit

summary: you ruined his broadcast and now he wants to ruin you, basically

#alastor/reader #alastor x reader #hazbin fic #hazbin hotel #alastor #reader insert #ao3 fic

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femboyp1ssdrawer · 2 months

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Sweet Like Saccharine

Hey! Sorry I have been so inactive I am still working on my other works as well, but this deer-man has simply rotted my brain, so I had to write about him!

This work will have multiple chapters and might contain some smut in later chapters? I haven't decided yet >.< but I hope you enjoy! I tried to keep Alastor as in character as possible, but please lemme know if he needs some improvement! <3

Alastor/GN! Reader

3k words

Multiple chapters :3

It had been the longest day for you consisting of tending to the guests, daily work tasks, and keeping the peace within the hotel. Angel and Husk had been bickering for hours and she had to keep them from tearing into each other.

"Angel! I swear to Satan…" You yelled as her fingers worked soothing circles on her temples in a futile attempt to ease her growing headache.

“What!” Angel spoke in his thick accent as he threw his multiple arms in the air.

“Just leave the damn cat alone!” her voice boomed as she lowered her head down on the bar.

The spider demon raised an eyebrow at her, exchanging looks with Husk before patting her on the shoulder. They seemed to break a silent truce over whatever trivial ordeal they had been fighting about.

“Take it easy, toots.”

With that, he was gone, along with Husk. Lifting your head to watch them walk away Husk offered his hand out for Angel to take. You let out a pleased hum and rested her head once more. Just a few more minutes.

A few minutes turned into an hour.

You slept peacefully until your neck began to ache. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and massaged the back of your neck while letting out a long yawn-

Your undead heart nearly stopped at the sight of crimson hues accompanied by ambient static and a sharp grin.

Nearly falling out of your chair, you grabbed onto the bartop for support. “Alastor, didn’t anyone ever tell you to NOT watch people while they sleep?” you asked rhetorically.

The Radio Demon’s eyes narrowed before he erupted with laughter, a soundtrack boosting his volume.

“Now, now my dear. Don’t flatter yourself. I came to get a simple drink, and you happened to be out cold in the bar like some drunkard.”

You rolled your eyes while adjusting your disheveled hair, “I had a long day, okay?” you bit back while Alastor strode behind the bar. “I can see that, my dear! It appears you require a refreshment.” he beamed and made a show of grabbing liquors and mixing them over the rocks. Everything with him was theatrical.

“Voila.” he slid a glass your way while he hummed, busying himself with making his beverage.

You took the glass carefully, swishing the amber liquor around, not willing to take a sip just yet.

Alastor, still cheerfully humming to himself, sat beside you.

“I didn’t poison it,” he stared at you menacingly, until you reluctantly took a drink, cackling at your contorted expression. “I made it quite strong considering how terrible your day seemed to have been,” he added as he steepled his fingers together, propping his head up.

That was surprisingly thoughtful. As thoughtful as a demon overlord could be.

“T-Thank you, Alastor.” you breathed out while knocking back another swig.

“Ahh- no need to thank me, my dear. Now, do tell me your woes from today.” his grin grew even larger ( if that was even possible.)

You looked up from your drink and sighed. “Minimal issues that a demon like you could care less about.”

Alastor wasn’t satisfied with that answer. What a sadist.

“Now, now don’t put words into my mouth! I’m very interested in your struggles and suffering.” he beamed as you rolled your eyes.

Your fingers clasped the glass while you rubbed at the condensation. “Just a really long day. Nothing went right, I got attacked by that unruly demon for simply existing, talked down to, and had to keep everyone happy all the while. Not to mention the mountain of paperwork I still need to finish, and the icing on the cake is I don’t have a cent to my name.” With your pitiful story finished you rested your head back on the bar while a groan escaped your throat.

Alastor’s expression remained unchanged as he reached a gloved hand over to pat your shoulder. “ There, there dearie-” he said, his voice softer than usual.

“We mustn't focus on the negative. Tomorrow is a new day full of countless opportunities,” he spoke confidently, attempting to uplift your spirits. He then paused as he felt your shoulders shake beneath his grasp, causing his brow to furrow.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, and that’s when he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Oh, bother.

“No need for the tears, darling.” he chided with his hand awkwardly patting your shoulder. It was the equivalent of being comforted by a brick wall. He wasn’t very emotionally adept.

You sniffled meekly and rubbed at her reddened eyes while hiccups wracked your body.

“Oh no, no, no this simply won’t do.” he retrieved a handkerchief from his breast pocket and began to dab at the tears.

“I’m sorry, Al-” you spoke in between your sobs and hiccups. It came out as a jumbled mess.

“It’s quite alright, my dear.” he tried to sound soothing, but his voice was staticky and wavered, showing his true emotions that he hid behind that cursed smile.

You gingerly took the cloth from him and wiped your tears away with a nervous laugh.

“Oh gosh- I’m a mess,” you said followed by a dry laugh.

You waited for some quip from the deer man, but one didn’t come. Instead, he extended his hand out to you, “Care to follow me?” he asked softly.

You hesitated for a moment, but caved and placed your hand in his, letting him drag you through the hallways of the hotel. Admiring all of the paintings and gothic architecture until they reached a pair of large doors with countless intricate carvings and designs.

Alastor smoothed his suit out as he cleared his throat and opened the doors in a grand display watching your eyes widen. He strode past you with grace into the labyrinth of a library, it had to be the biggest one you had seen, with more books than you could even imagine.

You stood breathlessly as Alastor retrieved a thick book from the shelf and sat himself down on the velvet couch. “Come my dear.” he patted the spot beside him and watched you with an expectant look. You carefully made your way over and sat down beside him.

“This is where I usually come to clear my head and escape from my thoughts,” Alastor spoke as his voice rumbled deeply in his chest.

You listened with wide eyes and couldn’t help but smile at the gesture.

“Thank you,” you whispered and watched him dive into his book without a second thought.

A comfortable silence fell upon them besides the slight hum that emitted from the demon that sounded similar to a radio attempting to find a channel. It was a comforting sound as it slowly began to lull you to sleep.

He pried his eyes away from the page when he felt a presence on his shoulder causing his body to stiffen up.

Glancing over he was met with the sight of you leaning against him, peacefully asleep with a light smile gracing your almost angelic features. A muffled small screech came from him as he wracked his brain for a protocol for the situation.

On one hand, he despised being touched, only enjoying touching others, but on the other hand, the warmth radiating from you wasn’t unbearable. His eye twitched as he closed his book, setting it to the side, and decided to indulge in the affection.

Alastor was as stiff as a board as he let you sleep comfortably on his shoulder, his eyes never leaving your face. You looked so peaceful it would be a crime to wake you, and after all, it was better than you sleeping at the bar. He sighed softly and patted your head with the utmost gentleness.

Once he got his fill he slowly slid under you trying not to disturb your slumber. He picked you up bridal style and began the trek to your room while humming a tune to himself.

He pushed the door open and gently laid you down on the bed, searching the room he found a blanket folded over your chair, grabbing it and draping it over your sleeping form.

“Good night, my dear,” he whispered as he went to make his exit. His ear twitched when a groggy voice spoke his name and he froze in place.

“Al..?” You had sat up and rubbed vigorously at your eyes with a large yawn.

“Ahh you’re awake,” he said while adjusting his suit and sitting at the end of the bed.

“I apologize if the bumpy ride woke you,” he said sincerely. You were coming to your senses and took in the room.

“I’m sorry-” you stretched your arms over your head, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep again, and also sorry for breaking down in front of you,” you added with a nervous laugh.

Alastor raised his eyebrow at you before speaking in his velvety voice,” There is no need for apologies, I assure you my dear.” he said while the corner of his lips twitched.

Her fists gripped the sheets below her. You still felt embarrassed for crying in front of the Radio Demon of all people.

A silence fell between them as they exchanged glances.

“If-If it’s asking too much I understand-” You began to speak and Alastor listened intently with a soft hum.“C-Could you stay for a little while?” you asked while fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

Out of all the things he thought you could ask, this was not one of them. “I wish I could stay, I really do my dear, but I have important work to tend to and a hotel to run!” he said, attempting to brush you off, hoping you would drop the topic altogether.

Already feeling like a fish out of water tonight.

“It’s okay,” you whispered while you slipped back under the blankets and pulled a pillow to your chest. “Good night, Alastor.”

Why did he feel this way? Why was there a pang of guilt in his being for declining to stay with you?

He stood, smoothing the wrinkles in his suit out as he took in your form. An internal war was waging inside of them as he weighed the pros and cons of keeping you company. The cons seemed to outweigh the pros, but he disregarded the score as he sat back down on the bed.

You rolled over when you felt the bed dip down and blinked slowly when you saw Alastor’s imposing form. You offered him a small smile and adjusted yourself in the bed.

“Now get some sleep,” he said sternly, trying to regain some of his dignity. You looked at him once more, sitting on the bed while his silhouette danced along the wall. His shadow has a mind of its own.

“One more thing?” you asked softly while she sat up.

Alastor’s expression hardened and he let out a dramatic sigh. “I suppose, what do you request?” he asked, not sure if he wanted to hear your next request.

He already felt out of sorts while trying to navigate his emotions.

“Your ears-” your eyes trailed off to the side as you searched for your confidence, seemingly finding it, “can I touch them?” you forced out and watched Alastor’s reaction.

Hearing a small record screech emit from him.

It wasn’t nearly as taxing as your other requests, but he still relented at first. He viewed his ears and hidden tail as indignant and weak, but he still used them as tools on occasion to charm someone into a deal. He hummed quietly, pondering over your request before relenting once more. You had somehow wiggled your way into his undead heart.

“Fine, I suppose,” he said softly as he leaned his head back for his ears to be reachable.

“Be careful, please. They are quite sensitive.”

You nodded and smiled, reaching your hands out carefully to caress his ears. They were fluffy and velvety as they twitched against her palm. “They are just as soft as I imagined,” you whispered under your breath. He was about to speak up about your imagination when he felt a sensation roll through his body causing him to stiffen up.

“I’m sorry-” you pulled your hands away, blurting out apologies left and right.

Alastor chuckled while he shook his head. “No, no nothing is wrong my dear-” he loosened his muscles up again. Well as loose as they could be, he never could fully relax in anyone’s presence.” Just when you pet my head it reminded me of my mother.” he admitted quietly in a rare moment of vulnerability.

You listened with bated breath.

“She used to pet my head while lulling me to sleep with that alluring voice of hers.” his voice seemed to lose its tune for a moment, his ears flattening atop his head.

However he cleared his throat and brushed the memory off, “But ahh- have I ever made my famous jambalaya for you? It’s my mother’s recipe! It’ll knock your socks off my dear I’m telling you!” he began to ramble on.

You smiled and listened to him while your hand gently petted in between his ears, his soft crimson locks feeling like silk against your palm.

Alastor allowed you to keep petting him but felt his eyes become heavy.

Demons such as himself did not need sleep. He chose not to indulge in the matter even though he very well could. He couldn’t recall the last time he did catch some shut-eye.

He hummed to himself and leaned into your touch catching you by surprise.

A comfortable silence had fallen between them, and you had a sneaking suspicion. You craned your neck to look at his face. He indeed was asleep and with a smile still plastered on his face nonetheless. You weren’t surprised that he still wore one when he was asleep.

You smiled and adjusted yourself to the best of your ability with the deer resting in your lap. Your hands continued to card through his hair while you listened to the soft noises he emitted that paired with the shallow breaths. The radio noises had halted as well.

Smiling to yourself you rested your head against the pillow and began to drift off once more, not being able to fight off the drowsiness any longer.

Something brushed against your nose causing her to dismissively wave it off with your hand and then settle back in to sleep. Until it tickled you once more causing your nose to scrunch up and your eyes to flutter open.

Adjusting to the light beaming through the curtains a flash of red and black appeared in your peripheral. Alastor’s ear had been the culprit. Twitching and flicking against your face as his head remained on your chest. He had shifted slightly in his bout of sleep.

As cliche as it sounded he looked heavenly with the sunlight cascading upon his darkened features. You were busy taking in his beauty when his eyes began to open.

“W-What time is it..” he asked groggily as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his palms, his claws would gouge his eyes out if he tried.

‘“Morning..” You answered as you scanned the room for a clock.

Alastor hummed in response as he stood up and began to smooth the wrinkles from his coat.

“I do apologize for falling asleep.” he adjusted his buttons and tried to tame his disheveled locks.

Your brow creased at his words, “You were tired, it’s okay Al.” you said with a smile as you stretched your arms over your head.

Alastor stayed quiet and collected himself, glancing in the mirror to preen his appearance before promptly exiting the room. His mind raced with thoughts of the previous night while he retreated into the shadows.

You watched him leave with a soft sigh, standing up to begin to get ready for the day. Trying to shrug off his reaction. Making your way downstairs to join the others for breakfast.

Alastor was nowhere in sight.

You attempted to hide your disappointment and began to chat with Angel Dust as he showed you pictures of Fat Nuggets.

It was now nearly evening and there had still been no sight of Alastor.

Nobody seemed to notice besides you or rather they couldn't care less what the talk-show host was up to in his tower.

After finishing your daily tasks and helping Charlie with some paperwork you made your way to his broadcasting room. Standing before the large hatch door for a moment before hesitantly knocking.

A few moments of silence passed and just as she was about to turn a sing-song voice rang out.

“Come in.”

You slowly pushed the hatch open and took in the sight of all the equipment and then let your eyes land on his imposing form.

He was sitting before the control table as he tweaked one of the dials and didn’t pay you any mind.

“Alastor.” your voice gave away how anxious she was, and she shifted on each foot while waiting for a response. You were met with a sigh as he finally turned his attention towards you.

“Yes?” his voice was laced with annoyance.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, I know you’re-” you gestured to his control panel, “But I wanted to make sure you were alright since you hadn’t made an appearance all day.” you finished as your eyes darted away from his intense gaze.

“I’m quite alright darling, no need to worry for me. I’m an overlord for hell-sake,” he said with a dry laugh that was followed by the usual laugh track. His face lacked any genuine amusement while his smile twitched.

“Right right,” you muttered and wrung your hands together.

“Is there anything else?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. His expression screams to not trifle with him.

You shook your head and whispered a quiet, “No.” as you turned to leave.

Alastor did not pay any mind to you while he continued his prep for his broadcast. Nonchalantly waving you off with, "Toodles, dear." it lacked his normal joyful tone, however.

You retreated to your room needing a breather after such a tense and awkward conversation. Deep down you knew that Alastor most likely regretted last night, and never wanted to speak of it again, but still, you couldn’t help but feel your heart snap in two.

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nogood-nobody · 7 months

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Watch the Flames, But Don't Get Burned

When Angel Dust and Husker return to the Hotel looking a bit worse for wear, Alastor takes on the unenviable task of filling in his partner on the details of the night.

“Goddamnit Al, ya fucking asshole!”

“WHAT THE FUCK!? I thought you were out cold!”

“Should I assume that hollering downstairs is your doing?”

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor/original character #alastor/reader #ao3 #fanfic #my writing

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 6 hours

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title: playing with fire

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: rivalry / could be viewed as budding romance or just alastor eventually tolerating someone

pairing: alastor x reader

summary: you loved tormenting alastor but one day you take it too far.

screwing with alastor was a favorite past time of yours. were you playing with fire? yes, and you knew you were. but you were at heart a pyromaniac. that’s why when alastor walked into the hotel, his shoulders a little too tense, his gait quickened and his smile seemingly stretched in annoyance across his face, you knew you had to act.

you quickly sent your own minions to crowd around alastor before he could get up the stairs blocking him. you smiled hearing his growl at the interruption, the smile still plastered on your face when he turned to you and gritted out of clenched teeth, “get them out of my way.”

you look surprised and walk over trailing them up the stairs, still in his way in an effort to help get them out of the way. “i am so sorry! i don’t know what’s gotten into them!” your tone overly nice to the point of sarcastic. alastor side eyed you and tried to make it past you when you had a final act to complete. you stuck your foot out and caught his own, thinking that he would go stumbling down the hall. instead, he pivoted to his left and brought the weight of his body against yours effectively pinning you to the wall near the stairs. your breath left your body the minute you hit the wall, almost like your lungs and heart had decided to stop working because of the shock you felt. his eyes, which stared down at you, shown with annoyance and disdain. you stared wide eyed up at him, rendered speechless for the first time.

“are you quite finished?” he asked leaning toward you. “normally, your mischief is endearing but i do not have the patience today. stay out of my way.” he brought his mouth next to your ear, “last warning.”

just as suddenly as you were thrown against the wall, he had pushed himself off and disappeared, leaving you trying to slow your heart and catch you breath.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor/reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor #ala

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vipetas · 1 month

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i. the radio's revival

The worst possible scenario just unfolded before Alastor's eyes—his beloved antique radio broke.

He stood in stunned silence, his usual jovial expression replaced by one of utter disbelief as the once-majestic device now lay in pieces, its intricate components scattered across the floor. With a heavy heart, he knelt beside the shattered remnants, his gloved fingers tracing the familiar contours with a sense of mourning.

It was a futile gesture, he knew, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss for the part of himself that had been taken away with it. For Alastor, the radio was more than just a mere object; it was a piece of his identity. Each scratch, each dent held a story, a memory of a bygone era that now lay at ruins at his feet.

In that moment, he felt more vulnerable than ever before, stripped of the facade of invincibility he had carefully cultivated over decades. However, as he surveyed the damage, the vulnerability was quickly replaced by a flood of other emotions–anger, frustration, disappointment. How could something so precious, so irreplaceable, be lost in an instant?

The faint sound of shuffling feet then drew his attention. As he gazed up, one of the egg boys—those bumbling, loyal lackeys of Sir Pentious—timidly stepped forward with a sheepish expression.

“Uh, sorry about that, mister Radio Demon, sir. It was an accident,” the egg boy mumbled, his voice tinged with guilt.

Alastor's eye twitched in annoyance at the feeble excuse. Accidents were one thing, but this? This was inexcusable. His patience, already stretched thin, threatened to snap as he struggled to contain his frustration.

“Sorry?” Alastor repeated through gritted teeth. “Sorry won’t fix what’s been broken, now will it?”

The egg boys exchanged nervous glances, their carefree demeanor faltering under Alastor's withering gaze. “We didn't mean to, Mr. Alastor,” another one of them stammered.

Yet it was far too late for apologies. Alastor's frustration bubbled over like a pot ready to boil, and with a growl of irritation, his form began to shift. With each passing second, his horns extended, his body swelled in size, and his once elegant silhouette towered over the trembling egg boys like a vengeful deity.

The egg boys recoiled in terror, their eyes wide with horror as they watched Alastor's transformation unfold before them. In their panicked mind, they could only imagine the worst—that Alastor, in his fury, would devour them whole.

Just as their fear reached its peak, Sir Pentious burst onto the scene. Positioning himself between the egg boys and the Radio Demon, his voice rang out in a chorus of apologies.

“Mr. Alastor, sir, I must beg for your forgiveness on behalf of my hapless egg boys,” he pleaded desperately. “They meant no harm, I assure you. It was a mere accident, a foolish mistake!”

Alastor's gaze narrowed as he observed Sir Pentious. As the snake demon continued to shower him with apologies, Alastor suddenly remembered the reason they were all gathered here in the first place—a party, of all things. With a wry smile, he glanced around at the other residents of the hotel, noting the fear etched onto their faces. The sight of their unease might've amused him under different circumstances, but the loss of something so precious to him soured his mood.

With a shake of his head, he allowed his form to shrink back to its normal size. As his horns receded and his imposing presence diminished, he felt the tension ebb from his body, the anger gradually fading away.

But that didn’t mean that all was forgiven.

“What, pray tell, am I supposed to do with my broken radio now?” Alastor's voice dripped with barely contained frustration as he shot a piercing gaze at Sir Pentious.

Sir Pentious, visibly sweating under the weight of Alastor's glare, scrambled to offer a solution. “Ah, well, fear not,” he stuttered, his words coming out in a nervous rush. “I happen to know a mechanic—a fixer, if you will. Someone who can repair anything, no matter how... delicate.”

Alastor's eyebrow arched in skepticism, though a faint flicker of interest danced in his eyes. "Is that so?" he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He had his doubts about Sir Pentious' ability to deliver on such a promise, but at this point, he was willing to entertain any possibility.

“And where can I find this mechanic of yours?”

Following the instructions scribbled hastily on the back of a crumpled receipt, Alastor eventually found himself in the slums of Pentagram City. The narrow alleyways led him to what appeared to be a workshop, its exterior bearing the signs of neglect and decay. The windows were grimy, patches of paint flaked off the weathered walls, and the sign above the entrance barely hung on by a single rusty nail.

It was a far cry from the elegance he was accustomed to, and he couldn't help but feel a familiar surge of anger rising within him. This was the place that was supposed to hold the solution to his problem? The Radio Demon scoffed inwardly, doubting that anyone within these walls possessed the skill or expertise to repair something as delicate as his beloved radio.

Still, he pressed on. Pushing open the creaking door, he was met with a gust of stale air, tinged with the scent of oil and metal. Inside, the workshop was a scene of disarray. Tools lay scattered across workbenches, and half-finished projects cluttered every available surface. The walls were lined with shelves overflowing with spare parts, some of which appeared to be salvaged from long-forgotten machinery.

Alastor's lips curled into a disdainful sneer as he absorbed the surroundings. Then, his gaze fell upon the lone figure, hunched over a nearby table—you.

As he drew closer, you finally looked up, and to Alastor's surprise, you greeted him with a wide smile.

“Hi there! What can I do for you?”

Alastor's sneer deepened at the sight of the chipper mechanic, a stark contrast to the grim atmosphere of the workshop. He had half-expected to find someone as worn down and weathered as the building itself, yet here stood this bright-eyed individual, seemingly unfazed by the chaos around them.

Suppressing a sigh, Alastor straightened up, the edges of his grin faltering ever so slightly. “Good evening,” he began. “My name is Alastor, and I'm here because I was told you might be able to fix something for me.”

Your smile widened at his words, and you nodded eagerly. “Of course! What seems to be the problem?”

Alastor hesitated for a moment, eyeing you warily. He couldn't shake the feeling that entrusting his precious radio to you was a mistake. Yet, he had little choice in the matter.

“My antique radio is in need of repair,” Alastor explained, his tone guarded. “It's a delicate piece of machinery, and I require someone with the utmost skill to handle it.”

You listened intently as Alastor detailed the intricacies of his radio, nodding along with each word. Despite his cautious demeanor, you could sense the underlying concern in his voice. It was clear that this radio held great significance to him.

As he finished speaking, you gave him another nod. “I understand, Mr. Alastor,” you reassured him. “You won't be disappointed, I promise. Now, let's take a look at what you've got there.”

With that, you gestured for Alastor to follow you to your workbench, where he finally presented the fragmented piece of machinery. As you laid eyes on the broken radio, it became immediately apparent to you just how extensively damaged it was. Fractured casings, tangled wires, missing components–it was a daunting sight, yet you refrained from revealing the true severity of the damage to Alastor, not wanting to add to his distress. Instead, you maintained a composed demeanor as you turned to look at him with a confident grin.

“We'll get this sorted out, Mr. Alastor,” you assured him once more. “Leave it to me.”

Alastor felt a flicker of hope stir in his blackened heart at the prospect of having his radio fixed. Though a hint of doubt still lingered at the back of his mind, he nodded begrudgingly.

“Very well," he muttered. "Just... be careful with it.”

As Alastor stepped back, allowing you the space to work your magic, his eyes remained fixed on you with keen interest. He observed the fluidity of your movements, the subtle shifts in your expression. Whenever you encountered a challenge, your brows furrowed in concentration, and with each successful repair, a hint of satisfaction graced your lips. Alastor found himself unconsciously mirroring your expressions as he watched your steady hands diligently work to bring his beloved radio back to life.

And as time passed, so too did his initial skepticism begin to wane, replaced by a growing sense of admiration for your skill and expertise. There was something captivating about the way you worked, a sense of determination and passion that shone through with every meticulous movement.

At last, after what felt like an eternity, you made the final adjustment. With bated breath, you flicked the switch and awaited the outcome. The room fell into a tense silence, thick with anticipation. Then, suddenly, a burst of static erupted, followed by the unmistakable sound of music emanating from the speakers.

Alastor's eyes widened in disbelief as the once-silent device surged back to life. Your face lit up with a triumphant smile as you savored his reaction, a sense of pride swelling within you.

“There you go, Mr. Alastor,” you declared, extending the repaired radio toward him. “Good as new!”

As Alastor reached out to accept the radio from you, his fingers inadvertently brushed against yours in a fleeting moment of contact. In that instant, a jolt of electricity seemed to course through him, sending a distinct shiver down his spine.

It was a curious sensation, one that he couldn't quite place, yet it stirred something deep within him.

Even after withdrawing his hand, the feeling lingered, leaving Alastor perplexed. His gaze shifted from the repaired radio to your face, searching for any indication that you too had felt the same inexplicable energy pulse between you. However, your smile remained unchanged, oblivious to the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

“Thank you,” he finally murmured, his voice softer than usual, betraying a hint of sincerity that caught even him off guard. “You did a remarkable job.”

You beamed in response, your eyes alight with satisfaction at Alastor's words. “You're welcome,” you replied gently. “I'm glad I could be of help. And remember, if you ever need anything else, you know where to find me.”

Alastor offered a subtle nod of gratitude, though inwardly, he found himself oddly reluctant to leave. Nevertheless, he tucked the repaired radio under his arm and turned on his heel, heading towards the door. Stepping out into the dimly-lit street, he walked with deliberate steps. His thoughts drifted back to the moment his fingers brushed against yours, and despite his attempts to push the memory aside, his free hand instinctively flexed, fingers curling into a tight fist before relaxing once more.

This was going to be a problem.

part i / part ii

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