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DAY 3 || Role Reversal

There's news that a sinner🦌 is building a redemption hotel in HELL?? Better check it out! Charlie, a bored princess discovers the project, and of course, nothing can stop her from getting involved🌈✨

Adding some info:

Because this is just role reversal so only their roles to get switched, their personalities still 'almost' same. I said almost because as they still have the core personality, the change of event and situations kinda make them act little different.

Like Charlie, she still has this hope and wants to change the fate of hell, but she can't do anything because Lucifer is strict with her life.

Alastor in his backstory is a man who accidentally killed someone and that made him go to hell and he goes, "Wait- I don't deserve this!"

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I want them to be evil together :)

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For doe Lucifer week~

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AHHHH THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE OH MY GOSH TT0TT

alastor x nurse!female reader

Summary: The reader (you) are a ER nurse in the depths of Hell and the Radio Demon seems to be quite fond of you.

A/N- So y'all who gave me some ideas/ requests a few weeks back I haven't forgotten about you! So this request was from @artisticbishoujorin and instead of doing the whole human solider bit I decided to keep it in hell because I thought it was cuter! I hope that is okay and I hope y'all like this!! :))))

Like most things in Hell, it was quietly strange. You had just finished tending to a particularly loud sinner’s broken arm. Now, you were filling out a patient chart at the nurse’s station when the sliding doors opened.

You didn’t look up at first—you figured it was another demon coming in to complain about a scratch or something. But then came the static. A very unfamiliar kind of static.

It was radio static. That unnatural buzz that slithered into the corners of your mind and set your nerves on edge.

You looked up—and nearly dropped your clipboard.

The Radio Demon stood there.

Alastor.

The smile that carved horror straight from the airwaves himself. Crimson eyes glowing, his microphone in hand. That ever-present toothy grin stretched just a little too wide to be comforting.

Of course. How did you not notice it before?

You froze, afraid to move. Your instincts screamed at you to keep your head down. Keep filling out the chart. You’d heard the stories—everyone had. Alastor wasn’t the kind of demon you wanted in your clinic unless you had a death wish.

And yet, he was just standing there, eyes scanning the room like he was browsing a menu. Until finally...

They landed on you.

And oh, you felt it.

“You must be the nurse I’ve heard about,” he said, his radio-tinged voice both dangerously charming and deeply unsettling.

You tried to speak, but it came out as a whisper. “Heard about?”

“Oh yes!” He twirled his microphone and leaned on it like a cane. “I’ve seen you on my strolls through this part of town. Always so kind to your patients. And so very neat! Why, it’s a breath of fresh sulfur to see such professionalism.”

He chuckled at his own joke.

You honestly had no idea what to do. Laugh? Run? You figured one wrong move and you'd be done for. So, you forced a smile.

“Can I… help you with something?”

He tilted his head. “Not today, dear. Just curious. But I’ll be back.”

And he was.

Over the next few weeks, he came back again and again. Sometimes with real injuries—and only asking for you. Nobody dared to question it, so they always led him straight to you.

Despite the wounds he showed up with, you never asked how a demon like him even got hurt. Sometimes it was just a scratch. Other times, he brought "friends" who needed help. And once, he just came in to “ask about stitches” for a ripped waistcoat.

You never fully stopped being nervous around him.

But… over time, something strange started to happen.

He never once made you feel unsafe. As crazy as that sounds.

Sure, he was… odd. Too observant. Watching you with those crimson eyes as you cleaned a wound or bandaged someone up. But he never crossed a line. He listened when you spoke.

Once, while you were patching up a wounded imp with blood smeared across your cheek, he offered you a pristine white handkerchief embroidered with his initials.

“Can’t have you tarnishing that pretty face,” he said with a grin.

Was he flirting with you? No… impossible, right? Still, your cheeks burned for the rest of the day.

Eventually, you two started talking more—about everything and nothing. You told him how you ended up a nurse in Hell. How you liked helping people, even if most didn’t deserve it.

And he told you… well, vague, unsettling stories. But the way he told them was so dramatic, you couldn’t help but laugh.

You two grew close.

One day, after patching up a hellhound’s paw, you looked up and caught him watching you with a softness in his eyes.

A rare softness.

It startled you more than his grin ever had.

“What?” you asked, wiping your hands on a rag.

He simply smiled. “It’s just curious,” he mused, “how someone so bright ended up in such a dark place.”

You looked down and kept working. You didn’t know what to say.

“And yet you stay kind. Unafraid,” he added, tapping his cane once. “I find that… endearing.”

His gaze followed your movements.

You blinked and smiled a little. “Unafraid? I was terrified of you when you first walked in.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, a hand on his chest. “Good! Means I was doing something right.”

You smirked, just a little. “You still scare me sometimes.”

“Excellent,” he said, still grinning—because when was he not?

“But I do hope you’ll let me keep visiting.”

You hesitated… then nodded.

“Alright. But next time, bring actual injuries. Or at least a good story.”

He winked as he turned to leave. “Darling, with you? I’ll bring both.”

And with that, you heard him humming as he walked away.

You just smiled, rolled your eyes, and shook your head.

Not that you minded.

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"Ugh! I just walked up all those stairs!" I love this scene so much from Episode 3 ahhhh

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😂😂

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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This is so adorable 🥹

owls what?

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i was practicing canon style XD

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The vicious fight between Angel and Demon.

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😂😂😂😂

Is it Alligator?

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My last name joke (no promises)

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This is absolutely beautiful, just the details of every thing!! Everywhere I look in this art I see something I didn’t see before and it is just so well done. I love Daphne and Al together and seeing them in this piece has me excited for what @man--eater plans to do next in her story!!

I def recommend reading Queen of Hearts, Ace of Sorrow, btw! It’s so so so good. It’s a moving story with such a unique OC and everyone’s favorite Radio Host🥹💖💖💖

An unsure embrace, if genuine in comfort, can still be cherished. Commissioned piece for @man--eater

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First post! This is a Hazbin Hotel fanfiction fan art, Alastor/reader! The story is called Scratch an Itch by @jurijyuu

Fully recommend if you like slowburn with 18+ themes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53292463?view_full_work=true

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Christmas Special: Secret Santa 🎄🎁🦈🔪

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AHHHH THIS IS GLORIOUS!!!!

I’ve been neglecting this account for a little while and it’s because this is what I have been up to!

I spent about 8 weeks (250ish hours) cranking this Cowboy Alastor cosplay out for Lvl Up Expo :)

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That's how they met. Believe me, I was a duck!