#alastor x nonbinary reader

[alastor-simp]

"A What Now?” - Alastor x Non-binary Reader

This was requested to me by @dudeidontknowok

I’m sure you are all aware Alastor is not very up to date with new sexuality’s and genders, seeing he was from the 1920s, so this will be my take on him reacting to a nonbinary reader. Enjoy!

“Let’s see…the man said take a left here and the hotel should be right….” Walking through the narrow streets in the Pride ring, you were trying to spot the Hazbin Hotel. Your name was y/n and you had just arrived in Hell a few hours ago. It was a very odd experience, suddenly dying in an accident and ending up in a place with a blood red sky and people looking like something from a cartoon, but at least you were glad you weren’t fully dead dead. The streets were havoc walking through them, fires popping up everywhere, random people getting stabbed or robbed and some others were just high out of their minds. A little flyer had landed in front of you, saying “Come to the Hazbin Hotel!” Seemed decent enough, but there was no map on the flyer and since you just arrived, you had no idea where to look. Thankfully the first demon you asked was friendly and not psycho bonkers crazy, and he explained the direct path that led to the hotel.

You had reached your destination and in front of you was a huge building, neon sign flashing “HAZBIN HOTEL”. It seemed a little run-down, but there were some good qualities about it. Heading up to the door, you stared at them, feelings of hesitation in your stomach. You had no idea if this was just a trap to lure people like you to get killed or worse. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Before it could make contact, the door had swung open. A very tall man was standing in front of you. He was almost 6 or 7 feet tall, wearing a red striped suit, accompanied with a bow tie and red monocle on his face. His hair was in a bob cut, and dyed red to black. The smile he had on his face was enormous, making your cheeks hurt from how wide it was. His slitted red eyes stared down at you, a hint of shock in them as he probably didn’t expect someone to be at the door. “AH!, A newcomer! Hello my dear/young fellow! Have you come to stay at the hotel?” His voice sounded like it was coming out of a radio. He bent down, his face leaning closer to yours, making you feel a bit uneasy, since he appeared very intimidating. Giving a small smile, you gave a nod, leading to him grabbing your hand. “Splendid! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alastor! And you are?” he was very animated, given how wacky his reactions were. “My name is Y/N, and you don’t have to call me dear/fellow, just my name is fine.” He arched an eyebrow at that, as he pulled you in, allowing you to enter the hotel.

Your head darted all around, taking in everything. It was very spacious, and the decor was pleasing to the eye, but there was some hints that it still needed some work, given the wall you saw that was being repaired and some bugs crawling. You realized there were other people staying at the hotel as well. There was a tall, lanky spider lounging on one of the couches, phone in hand. There was another female demon, speeding around the hotel with a broom in hand. It was hard to figure how what she looked like, but she was very cute. Noticing there was a bar, you gazed at it and took a look at the bartender. He was the definition of a grumpy cat, given the scowl on his face. His mouth was attached to a beer bottle, chugging away. He noticed you looking and gave a slight nod, while still drinking the beer. A giant snake man was sitting on the ground, appearing to be fiddling with some device, he looked up, smiled, and went back to work. Al had brought you over to the couch, where the spider was staying, and made you take a seat. "Wait right here! I'll go fetch the owner of this establishment!" Al said, as he snapped his fingers, disappearing. Well that shocked you, you had no idea he had powers, maybe you had some as well.

Your thoughts got interrupted when you felt two arms, grab at your waist, pulling you closer to the other demon. "Well hey there handsome/toots~. Never seen the likes of you before, you new in hell?" The spider smirked down you, letting you see his gold tooth shining." You nodded and said you were which made the spider smile more. "Name is Angel dust~. Now tell me your name, toots/handsome." This was making you a bit uncomfortable. "Um could you please not call me that. I don't identify with male or feminine terms. My name is Y/N, by the way." Angel's eyes widen at that, and he rubbed his neck with one of his hands, "Oh sh✪✪, my bad. Didn't mean to offend ya." Giving him a smile, you pat one of the hands that was on your waist, saying it was fine.

The sounds of feet clattering against the floor alerted you, making you turn your head. A women, dressed in a red suit had ran into the lounge. She had pretty blonde hair that was tied up, and her cheeks had two cute red dots on them. The smile on her face was radiant, it could make the sun jealous. "HELLO! Oh my goodness, another patient! My name is Charlie, its so nice to meet you!" She had extended her arms out, squeezing you with a hug while you remained on the couch. Letting out a laugh at her energy, you hugged her back. Looking over her shoulder, you spotted Alastor walking back in, along with another girl with white hair and an X on her eye? Strange.

Charlie finally let you go, standing up while grabbing the other girls hand. "Let me introduce everyone, this is Vaggie, my girlfriend. Angel Dust is the one next to you. Husk is the bartender. Niffty is the little one running around. Sir Pentious is another one of our patients, and I'm sure you met Alastor." You turned your head at all the new names you heard, giving a smile and small wave to everyone, which they gave back, except Husk as he still looked grumpy. The little one, Niffty, had rushed up towards you, jumping up in front of you: "Ooooo... she/he is very pretty." There it was again, that feeling of discomfort. Angel Dust noticed your expression, giving your shoulder a rub. "Niffty, they are non-binary. Don't call them he or she, ya got it? That goes for all of you as well." Angel said as he pointed at everyone. Niffty blinked up at Angel, seeming confused before smiling, letting out an okay.

"Pardon me, a what now?" a static voice had spoken out, letting you know it was Alastor. He had walked closer to where you were sitting, head tiled in confusion. Angel was about to say something, but Charlie chimed in. "Alastor, they don't see themselves as man or a women. They may have male or feminine features, but they don't fall into either of the categories. Does that make sense?" Charlie helped explained it to Alastor. His head stayed tilted, clearly still confused. "I'm afraid I still don't follow, my dear. During my time, there were only gentleman and ladies." His time? Your mind picked up on that

"Um, sorry for interrupting, but what do you mean by your time?" You copied Alastor, tiling your head. Alastor perked up at that. "Ah, I was born in the roaring 1920s! Ah how I miss it so!" Dang, he was from the 1920s!!! That must be why he didn't know. "Ahh, that makes much more sense. Don't think so hard on it Alastor, its fine." Alastor still seemed a bit puzzled, and he wanted to say something else, but he was cut off by Charlie. "Well since your going to be staying here now at the hotel, you'll need a room! Come! I'll bring you to it." Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulled you off the couch, and began to walk away from the lounge. Turning your head back, you gave a small wave to the others, which they returned back. Alastor was still gazing at you, as you left, along with his shadow that eyed you with curiosity.

Charlie had brought you to your room, also letting you know that your neighbor would be Angel Dust, which she hoped you wouldn't mind, which you didn't. The room was marvelous, all nice and tidy and it even had a outdoor balcony. "Welp I should probably head back down to everyone, I'll bring you some new clothes since I'm sure you want to freshen up, let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Charlie beamed at you, making you smile. Thanking her, you told her you would do that, earning you another hug from her. Soon she left the room, leaving you by yourself. Well, might as well take a shower.

**Later in the evening**

After your shower and wearing the comfy lounge clothes Charlie brought, you headed back down to where everyone was. It was time for dinner and on the menu for tonight was lasagna. Apparently, Angel made it himself, letting you know he was well versed in Italian cuisine. Dinner with everyone was nice, it was a bit chaotic, but your heart felt warm being around everyone. They were all a bit kooky, but still friendly. Soon it was time for bed. Everyone bid you a goodnight as they headed to their rooms, while you walked away with Angel next to you. "Night y/n." Angel said, giving a big yawn while stretching his four arms in the air. "Goodnight." you said back, as you went inside your room.

Sadly, you weren't very tired, so you decided to head over to the balcony and stay for a bit. The view was nice, and so was the breeze. Leaning against the railing, you gave a sigh, peering into the maroon sky. "Trouble sleeping?" a static voice appeared next to you, making you jump. Turning around, you see that it was Alastor, grinning with glee that he managed to frighten you. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." your hand was placed against your chest, which was still racing. Alastor gave a chuckle, and leaned his arms against the railing, copying you: "Oh I wouldn't want that to happen! I have grown very fond of you!" His smile was mischievous, but his eyes gave away that he was telling the truth. You turned back to look at the sky, before you heard Alastor speak again. "May I ask something?" Turning back, you gazed at him, waiting for his response.

"Well, could you go into more detail about the whole non beanery, was it, again?" He lifted one of his hands in the air, spinning it around, as he was trying to come up with the word. You quickly broke into laughter. Non-beanery!?! What the heck was that?! Alastor watched you, as you continued to laugh, wondering what was so funny. "Its non-binary, Al. I basically don't see myself as a male or a female. Growing up, I felt different then everyone around me. In my soul, I knew that. So after a while, I came out as non-binary, it was odd to tell everyone I grew up with that, but hey, I was still me. Yes I know to you, it's a bit strange given you were born in the era where there was always two genders, but that's what I am and I'm comfortable with it."

After your speech, your irises kept staring into Al's. He had not said a word, gazing at you still. His smiled had relaxed more into a soft grin. "Thank you for explaining it. I'm not the type to apologize often, but I wish to offer my apologies about before. It wasn't my intention to come off as rude." Your heart felt warm after hearing the sweet apology, you told him it was fine. Alastor smiled and turn back to look at the sky, before he turned his head back quickly, causing it to emit a loud snap. "How would you like me to address you then? Now you must be patient with me, since it will take me a while to adjust!" You were happy that he was taking this very seriously, other people you have told usually brushed it off, but it was nice that he cared. "My name is fine, but if you are ever mentioning me in a conversation, say they/them, okay?" Alastor's signature smile returned, and he gave a nod. "Duly noted!" The both of you gazed at each other smiling, before turning back to stare at the night sky.

~END~

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[deadghosy]

Penguin Y/N being a gremlin and scaring everyone cause apparently Penguins have these, flesh tendrils in their mouths that look like teeth?

HOW H.H. CAST REACT TO PEGUIN’S READER MOUTH:

Penguin y/n has definitely flashed them on someone trying to harass the cast😭. It’s like that crawfish video on where they would have their arms out in a t-pose ass stance and literally “hiss” at them. You do cause slight fear to new sinners who never seen inside of a penguin’s mouth. But hey, at least you get scary points😭😭

Possibly so Lucifer would be trying to brush the cute penguin reader..but when they opened their mouth he almost passed out. Yes he may be the king of hell, but he as never seen “teeth” like those dear friend.

Alastor …he honestly might not care but make comments on it. Hell he may even stare closely at it as if he had a degree in being a dentist 💀. This old timey fucker laughs at the fear you put on peoples faces when they see your teeth

Nifty, “what are those?” She’s poking your mouth as you quack at her to stop. She’s a curious sinner, so she doesn’t understand what you are showing her with those fleshy…tendrils.

Charlie..ehhh I feel like she would be like “WOAH what the fu-” then quickly, and nervously asks about those fleshy ass teeth. She might also look it up to make sure you can “chew”. She’s just a considerate person 🥹

Vaggie, eh I feel like she would scream “WTF?!” But then calm down when you close your mouth because hey. You don’t use them to harm others. She’s just shocked.

Angel, the same as vaggie. He probably makes a slight dirty joke but not a lot towards it.

Husk, he’s too drunk to even care. And he’s not sober to even care more😕

Sera, doesn’t care. I mean why would she when she’s busy being a seraphim. No hard feelings but it’s realistic.

Adam, “WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS THAT-" he makes freakish ass comments and jokes about it. He probably asked if your so called teeth broke all because of a lollipop. He may be an asshat and even pull one out of his pocket💀

Pentious, poor boy got scared. I mean shit, yeah he was in hell and died again, and went to heaven. But boy did he not know your fleshy tendrils looks disgusting and disturbing. He may say that he suggested you brush your teeth 😭😭

Emily, thinks they’re cute! Of course this cinnamon roll isn’t scared of the fleshy tendrils. She always sees you as cute little thing….even if you chomped on her arm she would thank you!

Lastly Lute, doesn’t care. Do I have to say it? She’s a killer to sinners so of course she ain’t scared of some damn fleshy ass teeth…

A/N: that’s all I got for today lol. I might come back to writing for hazbin hotel, not much for helluva boss since I kinda dropped off of that YouTube series. But yeah!

[ohdeerfully]

Hi! Can I request Alastor x NonBinary!Reader? Like how would he react/learn about it?

hii sure thing! heres some headcanons! i struggled to write a decent bit because i honestly dont think he would care (or understand) at all, but i hope you like 'em!

Alastor x Nonbinary!Reader

Alastor x Reader (headcanons)

TW: brief mention of transphobia, but nothing upsetting or graphic join my discord!

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Tbh i dont think Alastor really understands the concept of gender outside of male/female

But he would support you either way

Probably finds out through one of the other hotel residents who correct him on a pronoun

Or he saw you looking at your body in the mirror, upset about something

“Why do you look so critically at yourself?”

You hesitated to tell him at first

I mean, he died in the ‘30s. People who died in the modern age are still super transphobic so you were terrified what he would think

You started with explaining how you felt dysphoric sometimes, like things in your body just didn’t fit

He made an awkward comment about how your figure was great, that you were a beautiful (man/woman)

Then you tried to explain how that was the problem, how you didn’t want to be labeled that way

 If you prefer to look androgynous, he would actually surprisingly understand the idea. Sort of. 

“Ah, like Angel Dust! Not an issue, my dear” obviously referring to the male with feminine features

I mean, kind of. Though you preferred not looking one way or another, you could tell he was trying his best to act like he understood

As an overlord in hell, he’s got much bigger things on his mind than worrying about what gender identity somebody else had. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him

Still, he makes sure those around you respect your identity because he knows it’s important to you. Demons in hell can be unnecessarily cruel, so he will hit them back with equal cruelty, either physically or verbally

Nobody can disrespect his partner like that >:(

Definitely the type to say something like “um excuse me she goes by they/them” 

He tries though

if you changed your name, it wouldn't take him long to catch on and kind of just forget your deadname

it isn't uncommon for people in hell to go by a different name, so this wasn't any different

Affirmations go crazy when he notices you feeling particularly bad about your figure

Though, he usually opts to just take you out to get your mind off of it 

He’s not the best at comfort, but you appreciate the gesture

Rosie has definitely made fun (polite) comments about you and him being a queer couple, though Alastor doesn’t understand these At All

“Huh :D?” is a general response from him

Again, whether or not he fully understands the concept of gender binaries, he would care for you just the same as before

[neiveel3llson]

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

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RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF

brain rot♡

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Happy pride month!! Let the Y/N doodles be upon ya!!

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

Hello! I see that you write for Hazbin Hotel, I hope I'm not being a bother but I'd like to request Alastor with a friend/significant other that identifies as non binary. Seeing as he's from a time period where LGBTQ people weren't exactly accepted I wonder what his opinion would be. Would he be homophobic? Or would he be confused/slightly weirded out and need someone to explain to him for him to understand and accept?

You're hardly a bother dearie! I hope you enjoy!

Platonic

He would be confused and most certainly has no clue what you're going on about! Those terms hardly existed in his time, or at least weren't common knowledge, it was all just slurs unfortunately.

Even with his time in hell, he was too busy off doing his.. broadcasts and whatnot to become better educated on the subject.

Once you explain it he will.. still be rather confused but he's quite the polite and proper man, a gentleman really, so he won't ever say anything bad.

Just a "Oh! Well that's.. quite interesting!"

He might say some offensive things from time to time, on accident of course. A small correction is all that's needed.

"Sorry my dear! I wasn't aware!"

And that's that, he'll never say it again.

He tries to be respectful, and tries to avoid bringing it up so he won't offend you. And rather brings his question to random ass people he finds because he doesn't give two fucks about them.

If you start mentioning asexual he'll be like oh hey, that's me! Haha!

Obviously he gets better with time, and it's something you two bond over with a cup of tea.

"And he dared to misgender me, after i politely corrected him! What a prick am I right?"

"Most definitely dear. I could take care of him, if you wish."

"...Uh like bring him soup when he's sick or..."

Or

"A man came onto me on my way back this evening."

"Jesus! I hope he got what he deserved!"

"He most certainly did! I ripped his dick off! Haha!"

"...Good for you? I mean uh, you go!"

Sometimes you're slightly concerned by him..

Romantic

As stated before, confused and has no idea what you are talking about.

Although this time he is more interested, you are his lover after all, he should try to understand to his full extent!

He will ask you many questions, and word them very carefully so he won't upset you. And anything he think may be slightly offensive, well it's back to torturing questioning the information out of homeless people.

"You should have told me sooner dear! It's hardly an issue at all! I have no problem with the community, be a giraffe for all I care!"

"You shouldn't have a problem with the community since you're an ace in the hole, also that's.. a little bit offensive."

"A what now?"

Further explanation needed. He's heard it twice now, tell him.

Once you explain he'll realize that you were most certainly correct! Any sexual attraction towards you is very, very far and few between and most of the time he'd much rather just sit and read a book with you with some jazz playing from a radio in the backround.

He won't treat you any differently than he did before hand. <3

[blackypanther9]

You’re a great friend – Alastor x Nonbinary!Reader

A/N: I think I did a bit more fluff than I wanted, but hey ! It isn't short at least and I put in more than ONE category ! ^^' (Drawing belongs to rightful owner)

WARNING!: Nothing. A lot of fluff and a bit of angst, if you squint.

Words: 4 620

You worked for the Hazbin Hotel, because your best friend, Alastor, asked for your help. You had no soul contract with him, but you were close. Almost as close as he was with Rosie.

The first time you arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone misgendered you. They all called you “She” and “Her”, because your body was feminine. Alastor was pretty triggered by it and then stepped in correcting them and announcing...

“It’s THEY and THEM. They use They/Them pronouns. And their name is Y/n.”

He had a protective arm around you when he did that and you couldn’t be happier. Charlie immediately apologized to you, as soon as your friend corrected everyone.

Of course...there was a time where Alastor misgendered you too. As you told him that you were Nonbinary, he gave you the cutest confused fawn look anyone ever saw before. He asked you stupidly what Nonbinary is and you explained to him that these are people that don’t identify themselves as Female and male, that don’t use the pronouns of he/him and she/her, but they use they/them.

It took him a while to use your correct pronounces, but he got the hang of it and corrected anyone, who misgendered you.

This day, you went shopping for food, for the Hotel. You were running low and it was one of your jobs to go shopping. Alastor waited for your return in the Lobby, to help you with the bags later on. He didn’t expect for you to come back with angry tears in your eyes however. He dropped his book and rushed to you.

“Dear ? What happened ? Why are you upset ?”, he fretted over you.

“Some jerks found it funny to call me a female all the time, even though I said that I am Nonbinary. They tried to...”, you mumbled the last bit.

“They tried to what, Y/n ? Tell me what these swines tried to do.”, he demanded.

“They tried to rape me !”, you shouted at him.

He froze up and his antlers grew bigger.

“They tried to what ?”, he asked dangerously calm.

“You heard me, Al !”, you yelled back, looking away from him.

“Describe them to me, now.”, he said as he hugged you and took the bags from you, teleporting them to the kitchen, sending his shadows after them to store everything away.

You described the demons and he was out of your sight the second he had all information and gave you a giant bowl of your favorite comfort food. He told you to wait in the Lobby. You tearfully ate your comfort food as one of Alastor’s shadows brought one of your friend’s radios to you, active and running on Alastor’s channel.

“P-please ! We are so-sorry !”, one of your offenders’ voices was heard from the radio.

You put down your bowl of comfort food, looking at the radio in awe.

“A reminder to all in Pentagram City, to not touch, disgrace, disrespect what belongs to the RADIO DEMON ! I think you folks have forgotten your place !”, Alastor broadcasted.

The next few minutes to an hour were only screams, flesh tearing, bones cracking and Alastor’s psychotic cackles. You smiled brightly and finished your comfort food. As the broadcast was over you smiled at the radio.

“Hey Al ? Thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to, but you did it anyways and I thank you for that.”, you told the radio.

You had a sneaking suspicion that your friend could hear you over the radio, after all he was the Radio Demon. He practically controlled the airwaves. Then the radio clicked off and you looked at his shadow, that he left behind with you.

“Thank you, Red, for showing me this.” (I named the shadow Red, yes, yes. It doesn’t have a canon name)

It chirped gently and then took away the radio again. Not long later, Alastor appeared on the couch next to you again. He gave you a gentle smile.

“You are welcome, Dear.”, he said.

You smiled at him, happily.

“Can I have a hug, Al ?”, you asked him gently.

He opened his arms, inviting you in. You hugged him gently and gave a happy hum from you.

“Do you know that you are so huggable ?”

“How so, my Dear ?”, he asked a bit confused.

“You are warm, you smell comforting, your aura is calm and gentle, your clothes are a bit on the softer side and all of that makes you so comfy to hug. I like hugging you, my friend.”, you said with a big smile.

He hummed gently, his left ear twitching in slight happiness. He only let you and Rosie hug him. To hear that he is comfortable as a blanket from you, made him happy. His tail, hid under his overcoat, wagged gently.

“Hey...Al ?”

“What, Cher ?”

“Would you be opposed if we go to your bedroom and just cuddle for a bit ? I really need it. I feel touch starved today.”, you gently asked.

He was your best and closest friend. It wasn’t the first time you asked this of him, but you knew how he usually was with the whole touch affection thing. Usually you didn’t dare to bother him and went to Charlie for it, even though you didn’t like her affections all that much, you didn’t need to get all upsettie spaghetti for getting no affection at all. Still...you trusted Alastor more than anyone. He wouldn’t touch you anywhere you wouldn’t want him to. He respected your boundaries and the others...tend to forget that a lot.

“Hmm...Oh, alright ! But only for a little while ! I still have a few things to do, for the Hotel, after all !”

You smiled happily.

“You are the best, Al. Thank you.”

“Of course, Dear. Now close your eyes.”

You did as told, felt reality shift around you and when you opened your eyes again, you were in Alastor’s room, still in his embrace, on his bed. He snapped his fingers and you both were in comfortable clothes. Not night time clothes, but comfy clothes. Then he laid down and you followed him, snuggling into his side and chest, the top of your head under his chin.

He rubbed your back gently and let some jazz music play from his microphone. Some happy animal noises left you, telling him you are comfortable. Alastor chuckled and smiled brightly as he continued to hold you and rub your back. You may or may not also have drifted off a few times and Alastor may or may not have drifted off a few times with you too.

Small naps only though, only like....10 minutes....every 5 to 10 minutes.

“Hey Al ?”

“Hum ?”

“Can I brush your hair ?”

“Only if I can brush yours in return. Fair is fair, Dear.”

You nodded and he sat up slightly, summoning a brush and handed it to you. His hair was messy and his fluffy ears were no exception. You smiled gently and brushed his hair gently, which made him melt slightly and let out a static purr. You didn’t point it out, just let him soak in the affection.

As you were done with his hair, careful around his antlers, you got very curious and put the brush away. You carefully let your fingers scratch the base of his deer ears gently. He let out a small, fawn like, bleat in surprise.

“Don’t worry, Al I am just trying to get your ears to relax a bit, so I can smooth out the fur there. It’s messy and I think the brush would be too rough on them.”

You read about animal ears and they are mostly very sensitive, just like their tails. You NEVER pull on animal ears and tails.

“D-Dear...b-be ca-caref-ful !”, he got out with some bleats and hums.

He even pressed his head further into your hands. You smiled gently. A new method to spoil him at days he is stressed, has been found.

“Al...my good friend...could it be...that you like this ?”, you asked him and scratched JUST the right spots on the bases of his ears.

He keened gently, a loud and strong static purr left him too and he bleated gently. He melted and was putty in your hands.

“P...Perhaps so...”, he admitted with embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed of it, Al ! Do you have any idea how much I can spoil you with this, if you had a stressful day ? This is a great discovery.”, you said happily, your smile big and genuine.

Alastor had a soft blush dusting his cheeks and his smile was genuine and gentle.

“You really would want to spoil me with head pats ?”, he asked you gently.

“I would spoil you with everything I could give you, Al. You are my friend and I care a lot about you.”

“No strings attached ?”

“Alastor, if you would be in deep trouble about something, all you would have to do is tell me and ask for help and I would do anything I can to help you out of a tight spot, no deals, no strings attached and no favors to be owed.”

You carefully worked your fingers higher up his ears, smoothing out his fur on his ears gently, trying to not tickle them too much, so he didn’t have to flick them this way and that.

“Would you also never abuse my trust if I gave you my soul, with a contract ?”, he asked softly.

You stopped smoothing out his fur at that, shocked he asked that.

“Al, even if I would own your soul, I wouldn’t use it against you. You are a dear friend of mine. I would never use that against you. No matter what. But where did that even come from ?”, you asked and continued to smooth out his fur on his ears.

“It...It was just a thought, my Dear.”

“But why did it cross your mind so suddenly ?”

“It seems like you love to take care of me. You always make sure I am alright, the few times I didn’t feel all too swell, you helped me and took care of me. You always listen to me, when I let my frustrations out. You always offer comfort towards me. You defend me when someone talks bad about me and I wasn’t present. You checked on my turf often, even though you aren’t an Overlord, you kept it in tact for me, while I was absent. You pulled strings here and there, just to get to places I couldn’t go to, to get me a few things that reminded me of my old life...my home. And you never asked for anything in return.”

You chuckled and scratched the base of his ears gently again, making him melt further in comfort.

“I asked for a thing, Alastor. That was to be your friend.”

“But you never asked for anything else. No power, no protection, no favors. You don’t even ask of me to cook for you. I love cooking, but even after you found out about it, you never asked me to cook you something.”

You chuckled again.

“Friends don’t demand for favors, Al, nor are they supposed to expect you to read them like an open book and give them what they want from you. That wouldn’t be friendship, it would be something that accomplices do. Friends....they are just there. Friends are supposed to be there for you, always available if you need it, say the word and in a zap they are there for you. Friends are people that see you for who you really are. They are there when you are in a moment of need. You saw me upset today, asked me what was wrong. That’s what friends do. Care for one another, without any strings attached. I told you what happened and you chose to cheer me up, even killed the assholes that ruined my day. I never asked of you to do that, you did that on your own. Friends do that. You were there when I needed you and I am here...when you need me.”

“Even if it is something as stupid as a...what did Charlie call it ? ....A sleepover ?”, he asked you.

You laughed and rubbed his left ear gently, affectionately. Another small bleat left the Radio Demon.

“If you need me for that, I will happily be there for you, Al. Even if it is just a sleepover. I will be there for you, even if you just need someone to read a good book with. I will be there, even if you just need someone to be angry at, to vent out your frustrations and rage. I am here to support you and comfort you. You will always be my friend.”

He tilted his head slightly, looking at his chair.

“What does ‘vent’ mean ? I doubt you mean the actual vents in the building.”, Alastor said confused.

You giggled and gently rubbed a sensitive spot on his ears that had him bleat comfortably and loudly again.

“‘Vent out your frustrations’ means to let some steam loose. That you need someone to talk to. The short term means vent. If you need to vent, you can come venting to me. It means you can talk to me about everything that is on your chest. Anything that pulls you down, something you don’t understand, when you are angry about the Vees again, when Charlie overworks you, all that and more. Whatever bothers you, you can talk to me and I won’t tell anyone, nor will I judge you. No strings attached and no deals to be made.”

You checked one last time if you had to smooth anything else out, as you switched with Alastor, you gave him the brush and he started to brush your hair gently.

“I...I think then I never had an actual friend ever before...You and Rosie are the only ones that are my actual friends...”, Alastor said carefully.

You started to frown.

“Not even when you were alive ?”

“No, no one. Most of them didn’t like me for...being a mixed breed. The ones that did tolerate me, just did so because I was famous and rich.”, he gently got out.

“Fame hungry and greedy people. Disgusting. I am surprised that you were mixed, Al. I always thought you were probably white with a tan on you, because you were often outside. After all, you told me that the walk from your home to the Radio Station was quite the journey.”, you chuckled out.

“Does...this change anything ?”, he asked, a slight bit of vulnerability in his voice.

“It doesn’t change anything, Al. The only things that changed is that I know now that you were mixed and that I now regret that I never got the chance to see your Human self.”, you sighed.

He stopped brushing your hair.

“Why would you regret not ever seeing it ?”

You gave a small chuckle.

“Alastor...I know I was born a bit after your time, but I was always fond of mixed people. I think they were pretty to look at. Like quite literally. Nothing sexual or anything, they just looked pretty. I was usually jealous. When they got freckles and had that certain mixed skin color, they were almost invisible.”, you chuckled out.

“Did...you have freckles ?”

“A few. Some you could barely see, but then there were some you saw clear as day and it annoyed me. I found them rather...ugly. Others found them cute, but I despised them.” (You choose what skin color ! I didn’t specify it, freckles always look different too, so no point in arguing !)

Alastor hummed in thoughts as he continued to brush your hair.

“But enough about that. Better back to the here and now. I am glad that you have friends now, at least. Believe me...true friends are very hard to find.”, you said softly.

“Experience, my Dear ?”

You gave a grim smile and he saw it from the mirror on his dresser in his room. He was concerned.

“Everyone had that one ‘friend’ at some point, I suppose. I knew that person from childhood to early teenage years. We always played together and all, but as the years went by...they became more and more...suspicious. In school were suddenly rumors about me spread that were never true, my other friends distanced themselves from me, I was getting bullied suddenly and no one helped me. My so called friends started to only use me and one day I found out that my childhood friend was the one who caused all of it. They lied right in my face, that they didn’t spread these rumors, until I caught them red handed.”

“What were the rumors about ?”

“Oh this and that. Nothing too important, Al. They said that I only used my friends, claimed I was a Transgender, even though I wasn’t, and claimed that I harmed myself if I didn’t get what I wanted, plus that I was suicidal and usually threatened her to kill myself if we don’t spend time together. That was never the case though. She made everyone believe that I was the plague reincarnated. Back then Transgender people were still heavily frowned upon, but honestly ? I was always a laid back person. As long as no one was trying to force me or tell me that I am a Trans, by a Trans person, I am fine with them. They do themselves and I do myself.”, you said shrugging your shoulders.

“That is rather disgusting of your past childhood friend. And...pardon my stupidity, but what is a Transgender ?”

“Meh, they got their Karma, Al. Transgenders are people that are born in the wrong body, to explain it simply. Like you see someone like me. A woman body. But they are not Nonbinary, they are Trans. The difference between Trans and Nonbinary is the pronouns. Nonbinary people use They/Them. Transgender people use the opposite gender they have openly displayed. You see a woman and they tell you they are not a woman but a man, that is when you know they are Transgenders. Same thing with a man that says they are a woman.”

“Oh...That actually is making my head hurt...”

“We haven’t even started to go into the world of Sexual Orientations, Alastor. There are Homosexuals, Transgenders, Genderfluids, Intersexes, Shemales, Heterosexuals, Nonbinaries-“

“Alright, alright, stop ! I don’t even know what most of these things mean ! What in the name of Hell is a SHEMALE ?! Genderfluid ?! What is that ?! What is an Intersex supposed to be ?!”, Alastor interrupted you and slightly freaked out.

You busted out in laughter. Alastor could already feel a migraine starting in his brain. Too much information at once.

“The only thing you should really look into for yourself would be Asexual and, most possibly, also Aromantic.”

“Why should these terms concern me ?”, he asked you confused.

“Because, Al, I think you are an AroAce. And AroAce means you are Asexual and Aromantic.”

“What gives you that impression, Dear ?”

“Al, I never saw you romantically interested in anyone, nor did I ever see hear from anyone that you ever slept with someone. Aromantic means you aren’t all that interested into romance and Asexual means like two different things. Either you are very repulsed by just the thought of Sex, or you are not repulsed by it, but you don’t really need it. Only if you have a partner that you care deeply about and needs it, you would try and help them out, these people I think were called Gray Asexuals. It seems to fit you perfectly until now.”, you shrugged.

“Doesn’t that mean that I am unable to have a relationship ?”

“Not at all. You can still have a relationship, but it will be a unique one. Sadly not many are into the unique ones. You really need to start to educate yourself, Al. I am doing your homework.”, you teased.

He finished brushing your hair and let the brush disappear.

“I never really bothered to try and find terms that described my sexual orientations. I just thought that either I never found the right one, or that I was a dysfunctional human in my society.”

“You weren’t dysfunctional, just different. And difference is what makes people special. Now you know what you could be. AroAce.”

“And you don’t have a problem with it ?”

“I will never have a problem with anything that makes you to you, Alastor. I like the Demon I got to know and be friends with. These small things don’t bother me, they just make you more and more unique. You are a rare gem in Hell, Al. At least to people like me.”

He looked at the crown of your head and smiled a big smile, appreciation in his eyes.

“Thank you, Cher, for accepting me the way I am.”

“Sure thing, Al. Now come on, let us cook something together, yeah ? Maybe some.... JAMBALAYA ?”, you said after a bit of suspense, to get him to really listen to you.

As soon as you mentioned his Mother’s most famous dish and his favorite dish too, he perked up happily and jumped up, you laughed and followed after him.

“You are in luck, my Dear ! I just so happened to suddenly be hungry ! You will love to eat my Mother’s recipe, you didn’t had it in AGES ! You poor thing must have forgotten the taste and delicious smell ! Hahaha ! That simply just won’t do !”, he babbled on and on.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a big smile on your face. You had Jambalaya like a week ago and he pretends like you didn’t have it in centuries. This man really was something, but you wouldn’t change him for the world.

You were both chopping up the ingredients, Alastor took off his Overcoat for that, dress shirt sleeves rolled up too, as you had the devilish idea to bully Alastor a bit. You grabbed a cup, filled it with water and, without your friend registering it quick enough, sprayed the water onto his dress shirt. He let out a surprised bleat and record screech too.

He looked at his wet spot with wide eyes, then to you. You had a smirk on your face and chuckled at how funny his reaction was until now.

“Oh...This means war, espèce de méchante petite creature (You evil little thing).”

Before you knew it, you were covered from head to toe in flour. Alastor cackled, while you pouted. You got some flour onto the palm of your hand and blew it onto Alastor’s pants. He went dead silent and cracked his neck towards you.

“How DARE you ruin my dress pants ?”, he said in offence, but it was obviously staged.

You grinned at him.

“Aww, is the big bad Radio Demon gonna cry, because I ruined his pants ?”, you playfully mocked.

Before you knew it, he tackled you and you slammed against the desk in the kitchen, then he started to tickle your sides and you started to laugh loudly.

“Revenge is sweet, Y/n, my Dear~”, he darkly purred out.

“St-stahahahahahap ! Ahahahahalahahahahstohohohor !”, you laughed out.

“What was that ? I think I couldn’t hear you~”

He continued to tickle you, until he saw that you couldn’t breathe anymore, then he stopped and put his forehead on yours. You let out a happy noise and rubbed your forehead against his gently, which made him let out a static purr.

Soon enough the both of you were cooking the Jambalaya together and you noticed that the flour was still open, you covered your hand in it, snuck up on Alastor and smacked his ass, leaving a white flour handprint on his pants. He jumped with a loud yelp and then turned to glare at you.

You just laughed and leaned on the table, after you felt like you could talk, you playfully mocked.

“That was for not stopping the tickles when I begged you to stop ! You deserved it. The revenge is MINE, Al !”

“You dirty little player ! You tricked me !”, he yelled in fake offence.

“At least your ass is sporting a beautiful new mark for everyone to see !”, you laughed out loudly.

“Cher, it wasn’t that hard to make it bruise.”, he teased.

You laughed louder. Boy he had no idea ! You couldn’t wait for someone to see the handprint on his pants !

As the food was almost finished, your friend sent you to the dining room, to sit down and wait for him to deliver the delicious Jambalaya. Angel and Charlie were also there, but they already had Dinner. As Alastor came in with his overcoat back on, Angel laughed loudly and Charlie gasped. You smirked and chuckled, while Alastor was thrown off by you, Charlie and Angel’s behavior, not knowing what was so funny.

“Hey...Al...?”

“Yes, Charlie, Dear ?”

“You...you have a white handprint on your pants, on your behind.”, she pointed out gently.

Angel busted out laughing, falling on the floor and rolling around in laughter. Alastor let in shock play a record screech, then he snapped his head to the perpetrator, you. You laughed loudly and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Told you your ass is now sporting a beautiful new mark, for everyone to see !”

“You little Devil ! I will have my revenge !”, your friend threatened you.

“I know you will have it, one day. Now let us eat, before the Jambalaya is cold. We didn’t make it for nothing, Al !”

He set your plate down and then his own next to you, sitting down.

“Can’t believe it, my favorite pants too...How disgraceful...”, he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled.

“Oh, calm down you big baby. It’s just flour. I will wash it out for you, to make up for it.”

“You better.”, he fired back at you.

You smiled at him and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek, which made him shut up and smile.

“I will, Al. Now let us eat, yes ?”

“Alright.”

“Cuddles later ?”

Alastor hesitated and thought for a moment.

“....Yes. Cuddles later.”, he answered then and there.

You smiled and then dug into your plate of food, humming in delight as you savored the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alastor looked at you and smiled gently, then he dug in as well.

As you two were cuddling, Alastor had his head in your lap, laying on his stomach, and you scratched behind his ears, making him purr, while is tail wagged happily, you both felt oddly at peace. This kind of friendship felt special to you and you didn’t take it for granted. You looked at your friend with a gently smile, while he enjoyed the affection he got from you.

“Hey, Al ?”

“Hum ?”

“You’re a great friend. Thank you for today.”

At first Alastor was dead silent in shock, his tail froze and then it wagged even faster than before and a beautiful Jazz song played. His ears flicked gently and he seemed to have an honest smile on his face.

“You’re welcome, Cher. And you are also a great friend. Thank YOU for being stubborn to become my friend.”

You chuckled and continued to pet his ears.

“You’re welcome, Deer.”

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN/NB-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - A Day With Alastor

A/N – Well, it took a while but I finally felt up to writing a bit. There’s still a lot of sadness at home right now, but I’ll try to keep writing.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

TAG-LIST: @x-uno @froggybich @bubbleboy132 @mythics-world @concentratedconcrete

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

You woke up in Angel’s bed. The previous night, you two had laughed, danced, ordered pizza and stayed tucked away in the safe haven of his bedroom. In that time, Angel had been reminded of how much his life had improved recently, and how precious his new friends were, and you had allowed yourself to relax, once again reverting to your previous human appearance. Yet, after revealing how you had died twice in a night, the change to look human felt more like a choice rather than the repression of painful emotions; you still had no love for your Demonic appearance, but you felt it wouldn’t be so terrible if it was seen among friends, or if you wanted a break from the low thrum of energy it took to keep your human façade in place.

You groaned tiredly as you pushed yourself up, never having been a morning person, and upon looking through the slats of the shaded window, you saw that it was very early indeed.

Angel had already left, and you made a mental note to call him in the evening when you knew he would be done with work. Despite the fun respite the two of you had shared, Angel would undoubtedly have a terrible day as Valentino’s plaything.

Stretching, you got up and headed downstairs for breakfast, surprised when you didn’t see anyone at the breakfast bar. Technically, the breakfast bar was just the regular bar, but since Husk typically spent his mornings sleeping in, everyone had adopted it as the breakfast bar and so there were always boxes of cereal on it until noon.

Thinking about it, you realised that since Charlie and Vaggie weren’t there to greet you, Angel Dust had likely talked them through the previous night and reassured them that everything was going to be okay. It had undoubtedly been a tearful reunion for Charlie. Angel Dust would have laughed and played it off like it was nothing, though he would have secretly been touched that Charlie cared enough to cry over someone like him, and Vaggie would have been left to care for Charlie and steer her in the direction of her daily duties.

Absently, you reached for a box and began pouring yourself a bowl of Glutton-O’s. There was a thunk in the bowl as a dead cockroach pinned to a cheap ring of plastic fell into it. You hummed at Nifty’s idea of a breakfast prize, though you didn’t scoff at it. Instead, you opted to wear it, just in case the psychotic little maid was around. If she was, you would make her happy, and if she wasn’t, you could always throw it away when you were far from the Hotel.

Despite claiming the prize, you opted not to eat the tainted cereal, getting up to leave instead.

“Ah, (Y/N), good morning,” Alastor greeted you energetically as if he had only just spotted you when in reality he had been waiting patiently for you to awaken and head downstairs.

“Morning Alastor,” You replied warmly, used to his sudden appearances.

“I didn’t know you were back in our wonderful home. Tell me, was it trouble in Paradise with Lucifer?” His head lurched to the side and his grin became more malicious as he mentioned his rival’s name, though he was back to his default expression a moment later when you replied.

“Christ on a stick, Al. You make it sound like we’re a couple or something.” You shook your head, chuckling, “No, everything’s fine between me and Charlie’s dad. I just came over to visit last night. I’ll be going soon though.”

“Going? Oh my. Well, I can’t let you go without first ensuring you’ve had an enchanting day out. How would you feel about joining me on my morning constitutional?”

You smiled and got up, straightening your crumpled clothes. “Sure, I could do with a walk.”

“Wonderful!” Alastor stamped his cane to the floor, and your outfit transformed into one more fitting for a trip to Cannibal Town.

“Oh,” You hummed, glancing down at the new outfit. You weren’t offended; Alastor liked his travelling companions to look their best and to be honest, you had needed a fresh change of clothes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my dear,” He replied brightly.

Then, Alastor offered you his arm, a rare gesture seeing as he didn’t liked to be touched, and after escorting you out of the hotel, the two of you separated, walking side by side.

You had been to Cannibal Town only twice in the past. The first time was because that was where you arrived upon your death. The second time, you were running from the carnage caused by some loan sharks wherein you had been caught in the crossfire. At the time, you had been dressed so poorly that the inhabitants of the elegant town had chased you to the border, trying to take a bite out of you.

Since then, you hadn’t been back. However, seeing as Alastor was escorting you and since you were now dressed to match the high standards Cannibal Town held, you felt safe in going there.

All those who passed by you and Alastor stopped to bow or tip their hats in due reverence to the Overlord.

“So…” You started, “Is this your territory?”

Alastor threw back his head and laughed, “Ha-ha-ha, my territory? No, no. This wonderful patch of Hell belongs to my good friend, Rosie. Now there’s a fine Lady, if you’ve ever met one.” He hummed happily, “Indeed, they don’t make them like her anymore. I’d introduce the two of you, but I have it on good authority that she is currently away attending business.”

With that, Alastor led you to some of the finer boutiques of the Town. He snapped his fingers and the attendees rushed to his side, crowding him, and pushing you out somewhat. You shrugged your shoulders and began looking around at the many wonderful clothes surrounding you.

You had seen old films wherein boutiques like this once existed, with attendants and fine boxes tied with perfectly curled ribbons. Until now, they had seemed to be a thing of the past, but one good thing about Hell was that the past was all around you, and should you want a taste of something more modern, you could always catch up with a bit of Vox-tech, ensuring the best of both worlds.

You heard the sharp static screech that meant Alastor was offended and turned to find him gesturing at you.

The salespeople who previously crowded him were suddenly surrounding you.

“Alastor, what’s going on?” You asked uncertainly.

“Well, my darling,” He grinned devilishly, “Call this my treat. It’s rare that I have someone travel with me so willingly and I do find it ever so nice to have a passion project these days. So, these fine people are ready to bow to your every whim. Clothes, pearls, a bottle of the finest Champagne, you name it and they will bring it to you. In fact-” Alastor clapped his hands lightly and suddenly a tiny imp rushed to his side, struggling under the weight of the ice bucket he held above his head.

Alastor waited as another hired imp hurried over to pour two flutes of Brut Imperial Moet & Chandon Champagne, handing one glass to Alastor and forcing the other into your hand.

Alastor took a sip and smacked his lips together, eliciting a satisfied sigh, “Ah, 1911, a fine vintage. So, a new wardrobe then?”

“Oh, Alastor, I- I couldn’t,” You said sheepishly as a Cannibal Tailor began taking your measurements, holding a tape measure against your leg.

You tried to walk back to Alastor but were restrained when the tailor hooked the tape around your waist.

“Nonsense, I insist.” Alastor chuckled.

“No, really. I didn’t come here to get anything from you.”

“Exactly! You don’t want anything from me, and that’s precisely why you shall have everything. I do ever so enjoy gifting my friends, especially those humble enough to try and deny me my eccentricities.”

You tried to argue further, but it quickly became an exercise in futility. No matter what happened, you would not be able to convince Alastor to change his mind. So, you gave in, and in doing so, you ended up having one of the best days of your afterlife.

That day, you felt like you were a part of a movie montage. You were rushed about into changing rooms to try on several outfits tailored to you, your face was peppered with makeup, attendants were constantly by your side, gushing over you and offering mimosas or whatever else your heart desired (though, you avoided the finger sandwiches filled with actual human fingers, or any other food, seeing as you were afraid of what might be in it.)

Overall, you knew that this kind of attention would be too much if you were constantly plied with it, but for a short while, it was fun, and you were happy to let yourself be spoiled.

Finally, Alastor decided he had given you enough and offered to take you out for afternoon tea, which you happily agreed to as long as there were some non-cannibal options.

Alastor rested a hand over his heart as if offended, “Oh, you non-cannibals don’t know the kind of flavours you are missing, but if you insist, I promise to take you to one of the tamer venues in town.”

He waved the attendants away, leaving your new belongings to a Demon who would have them transported directly into your room.

When the two of you sat down outside of the Insani-Tea tea house that overlooked the pavilion in the central plaza, Alastor sighed contentedly. He picked up his cup and swirled it around airily, taking a look at the scenery as he changed the topic from the previous ones about the hotel, “This has been quite a lovely day if I do say so myself.”

You smiled happily, resting your hands around your tea cup and relishing the gentle warmth, “It has. Thank you, Alastor. I needed a nice day like this.”

“Hm? So, life with our all-powerful Satan hasn’t been all you imagined.”

You chuckled as Alastor caught your eye, “Well, it was all Charlie’s idea, and you know what she’s like when she gets a thought into her head.”

“Indeed. A very determined young lady.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

“You’re not happy, then?”

You took a moment to contemplate the question, “Honestly? I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in a very long time. It’s… hard sometimes to be in such a new place when I felt so at home in the hotel, but I think that Charlie might be on the right track when it comes to Lucifer.

Granted, her methods are… Well, she’s a real ballbuster when it comes to her ideals on friendship and the like, but I think that if her father could see what she’s trying to do and make a connection with people like us then he would see that Hell isn’t just one big punishment and that he and his family did manage to build something sort of good here.”

At the mention of Sinners as a Collective, Alastor’s grin became darker and more sinister in nature, as if he didn’t approve of your placement of him and the other Sinners on the same level, though, distracted as you were, you missed his disapproval and sense of superiority. He however didn’t miss the way your smile softened when you mentioned Lucifer’s success.

It wasn’t love. Of that, Alastor was certain, but if he nudged you in the right direction, you could probably fall for that blonde idiot, and if that happened, and if Lucifer somehow also found feelings for you, Alastor could use you to manipulate Lucifer.

Like all of Alastor’s plans, this would take time and a lot of work, but the reward would be great. With time, he would be the new ruler of Hell, and that was a day he sorely looked forward to.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that our darling Charlie was right in her hunch,” He said genially. “You should continue to work with Lucifer. I’m sure it would be beneficial for everyone.”

 “We’ll see,” You agreed, taking a sip of your tea.

Lucifer paced back and forth in the Pride Parlor where you usually spent your afternoons. Where were you? You had been missing all day.

He folded his arms tightly against his chest as he paced. Had he upset you the night before? What was he thinking? Of course he had! You had told him how you died, and now… Now, what? Had you run away? Should he call Charlie?

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He didn’t own you, and while you had claimed him as your friend, he had never reciprocated in kind.

The sound of the door opening caught Lucifer’s attention and he looked up hopefully, but it was only Spick closely followed by Span, each of the snakes holding feather dusters and getting to work cleaning the room. Lucifer watched as Span dusted the fireplace mantle, his eyes travelling upward to a portrait of him and Lilith together; it was one of the earlier pieces he had commissioned from an awful Sinner, Salvador Dali; the artist’s punishment for selling his soul to an Overlord had been that whenever he was commissioned, he wasn’t allowed to paint his beloved surrealism art and could instead only paint portraits.

In the painting, Lucifer was staring intently at Lilith, admiring her for everything she was or ever would be since her potential was limitless to him. She however was looking straight ahead, a demure smile upon her face.

When Lucifer thought of you, he couldn’t help also thinking of Lilith. Granted, you and he were only friends, but Lilith had also disappeared and now she had been missing for seven lonely years. Lucifer would hate to think that he had driven the only other person to live with him since then away too.

Anxiously, he twisted his wedding ring from side to side, feeling more miserable than ever.

“Hey boys,” Your cheery voice greeted as you entered the parlour.

Lucifer spun around to find you eagerly smushing Spick and Span’s faces like they were puppies or something equally as pettable.

“(Y/N)… You’re back,” He murmured quietly.

Mistaking his quietness for indifference towards you, you wilted somewhat, “Yeah, but I can uh- I can leave again if that’s what you want.”

“What I want?” Lucifer repeated listlessly. He held up his hand as if he was going to touch you, but let it drop again, “I’m… I’m going to my workshop.”

You nodded, your brows furrowing at the strange exchange, “Okay, I’ll- I’ll be in my room.”

Lucifer passed by you to leave the parlour first, then he seemed to change his mind, if only for a moment.

“It’s good to have you back,” He said softly before heading out.

You smiled to yourself, relieved. “It’s good to be back.”

You thought that Lucifer hadn’t heard you, yet as he walked to his workshop, a small smile reached his lips; it had been a long time since he’d considered anyone new to be a friend.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

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I do most canon x readers and canon x OCS but I will do certain ships it just needs to be discussed prior to payment just like any other transaction.

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The SafeWord is RadioApple (a tidbit epilogue to part 3)

@readergirlstuff

You rested your cheek on the bar, hangover in full effect but the cool wood was calming the headache.

“Sooo, who wears the pants in this triangle of horrors.” Angel leaned back against the bar, watching Lucifer and Alastor glare at each other from separate armchairs.

“Now that’s a dumb question.” Husk shook his head.

“Okay if it’s so obvious then you tell me.”

Husk put his hands up defensively, “Not stupid because it’s obvious, but because only an idiot would piss off the cruelest overlord and the king of hell with one sentence.”

“The king is always going to come out on top.” Luci smiled directly at Alastor.

“Funny, you spent your night on your back.” Alastor rose his newspaper to block out the view of Luci.

“Who am I to deny one of my people the chance to serve their majesty?”

Alastor cackled, wiping tears from his eyes, “Serve? You were literally begging for my-“

“YOU ASKED ME TO!” Horns fully grown, on his feet.

“You sounded like you meant it.” Alastor’s body grew to twice his size, antlers hitting the bar’s overhang as static cut in and out of his voice.

“Enough! Shh. Quiet.” You pulled a napkin over your head to block out the bright lights. “I need you both to shut the fuck up for like, 5 minutes.”

Both men stilled, returning to their seats. Lucifer scrolled on his phone, sheepish. Alastor returned to his paper.

Angel tapped the bar, “Not so obvious, was it, whiskers.”

“Damn.” Husk shook his head.

“Kiss kiss love you sorry,” you offered, a pang of guilt for being so rude to them. Especially in front of others. You knew you’d have to make amends later.

Lucifer perked up, eyes wide and shining, “did you say-?”

Alastor’s smile nearly dropped, an unseen audience awwing over the radio static as he accidentally ripped the newspaper in half, “what was that now?”

Fuck.

A little tidbit of:

⟢Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - The Safeword is RadioApple smut💦

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

3/30 Just realized I didn’t tag the cult and this will be referenced in the next part soooo

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[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul Pride Special 2024

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

            “Angel! Husk! Vaggie! Alastor!” Charlie rounded the corner and ran towards her fellow adults in the hotel. “Disaster!”

            The others all looked at Charlie in confusion.

            “Oh, boy, what is it gonna be this time?” said Angel.

            “Nothing that I’m going to be a part of,” muttered Husk.

            The last time Charlie had looked this freaked out, she had learned that all the dances she knew from Earth were out of date and forced all of them to teach her the latest dances (only to then learn that Vaggie had died ten years before (Y/N), and (Y/N) wasn’t exposed to modern media so she was still behind).

            “Babe,” said Vaggie, grabbing Charlie by the shoulders to steady her. “Calm down. Tell us what’s wrong.”

            While Angel and Husk attempted to stand and sneak away, Alastor began to melt into the shadows.

            “It’s about (Y/N)!” said Charlie.

            Angel and Husk froze, and Alastor instantly reformed. Vaggie tensed.

            “What about (Y/N)?” said Alastor, tilting his head. His wide smile was frozen on his face, but Husk took a careful step back at the sharpness of the expression.

            “I was talking to them about the party my dad held for me last week because he learned that I liked girls and guys, and they looked confused! They had no idea it could be something celebrated!” said Charlie.

            “Babe, in most of our lives it wasn’t something people could talk about,” said Vaggie. “I mean, I died when LGBT people were starting to be able to marry.”

            “Yes, but (Y/N) thought people who were queer were in Hell because they were queer! They thought they were in Hell partly because of that,” said Charlie, anguished.

            “…They think that about themself?” said Angel, frowning and glancing at Husk.

            Husk sighed. “They have made some comments like that. I think they were raised religious and were pretty controlled.”

            “So (Y/N) thinks they’re a bad person?” said Angel. He frowned. “They’re like…the best of us outside of Charlie.”

            “They are in Hell for a reason,” said Alastor. He grinned. “Pretending they’re helpless doesn’t help them.”

            Husk scowled and rolled his eyes. “They’re strong, but they’re still a kid.”

            “They’re in Hell, but not for being queer!” said Charlie. She looked at Vaggie. “We need to make sure they know that!”

            “Hey, babe, relax.” Vaggie smiled and took Charlie’s hands. “If you’re that worried, we can talk to them.”

            “We have to do better than that,” said Charlie fiercely. Everyone exchanged looks. That meant they were about to be dragged into one of Charlie’s ideas.

            “Is it too late to escape?” muttered Husk.

            “Probably,” said Angel. He offered Husk a smile. “But it’s for (Y/N), so I can put up with it.”

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            “Is everyone ready?” said Charlie, bouncing around.

            “After all the hours we put into decorating? We better be,” sighed Husk.

            The entire foyer was covered in rainbows and sparkles. In typical Charlie fashion, she had decided to go as dramatic as she could. She had also forced outfits or at least pins onto everyone in the hotel.

            Husk had a bowtie in pansexual colors, Angel Dust had a crop top that said “I <3 Gay People,” Vaggie had a dress with lesbian colors, and Charlie had a bisexual flag wrapped around herself. Charlie had tried to approach Alastor with an aroace pin, but Alastor had been confused, and, since no one wanted to be the one to explain to him what it meant, they had decided to back off. Finally, Charlie had gotten nonbinary and aroace flags for (Y/N). She was really excited to help (Y/N) be prouder in who they were. Seriously, she was vibrating in excitement.

            “We’re back!” said Rosie, who had taken (Y/N) out shopping as a ruse to have them leave the hotel (as soon as Charlie explained what she wanted to do for (Y/N), Rosie had been on board).

            “I feel like I’ve been through Hell,” groaned (Y/N), holding a bunch of bags from their excursion with Rosie.

            “It was for a good cause,” said Rosie, patting their roses affectionately. She took the bags and put them down. “Fashion and fun.”

            “Surprise!” Charlie threw confetti in the air and turned on the rainbow disco ball.

            (Y/N) stared at the decorations and their friends. A banner read “Happy Pride,” and everyone was dressed in fun outfits.

            “Um, what?” said (Y/N).

            “Welcome to our Pride Celebration!” said Charlie eagerly.

            “We’re already in Pride Ring,” said (Y/N), confused.

            “This is for being queer, kid,” said Angel, laughing.

            (Y/N) frowned. “Okay…”

            Husk rolled his eyes and got to the point so that (Y/N) didn’t keep beating themself up. “You’re allowed to be queer. Whatever shit your parents told you, that is not part of the reason you’re in Hell.”

            “It isn’t?” said (Y/N) uncertainly.

            “That would be silly nonsense!” said Alastor, laughing wildly. “The fact that you believed that is amusing! Honestly, if that was why people were in Hell, we’d be even more overcrowded than we are.”

            Vaggie winced at Alastor’s terrible explanation. “What he means is that we did other things to end up in Hell. None of them revolve around our gender or who we’re attracted to.”

            “So don’t think that about yourself!” said Charlie, hugging (Y/N). She flung the flags around their shoulders. “You don’t have to have a gender, and you don’t have to be into anyone, and that doesn’t make you a bad person!”

            “No, you’re in Hell because you killed people!” chirped Alastor.

            Angel winced, and Vaggie groaned.

            “Alastor…” said Charlie, coughing.

            Alastor waved a hand. “They know it’s true!”

            (Y/N) cleared their throat and nodded. “I’m here for a reason.” They smiled at the others. “But…I guess it’s not for being myself.”

            “There you go, little sprout,” said Rosie fondly, smiling. “Now, let’s go celebrate who you are.”

            (Y/N) smiled. They actually had a family now. They could be themself, and they didn’t have to feel guilty. Well, they still felt some shame, but religious guilt was hard to get rid of. (Y/N) could work on it, though. It would take time, but, hey, they were in Hell for eternity. They had nothing but time.

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            (Y/N) smiled as their friends danced to music. They hung back, still slightly overwhelmed at everything, but they were happy. After their life, they had a lot of unhandled guilt regarding aspects of who they were and the…situation they lived in during their mortal life, but having this, having their friends. It helped (Y/N). It made them feel whole.

            (Y/N) wrapped the flags tighter around themself.

            “Not enjoying the party?” Alastor appeared beside them.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I am. I’m just taking a break from the energy. Charlie has a lot of it,” they chuckled.

            “Hm, yes, I don’t understand why she put this on, but it was entertaining to see everyone working so hard for some rainbows!” said Alastor.

            “It was nice of them,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I always thought I was strange in life for not feeling like I connected to the, uh, boxes people put me into. Gender and liking people and stuff.”

            “That stuff is all nonsense,” said Alastor. “Acting like anyone really wants to be around anyone or be anything is silly.” He laughed. “But my oh my is it amusing to watch people try to fit those roles when you can just…not.” He grinned.

            (Y/N) smiled slightly. Alastor had an interesting perspective on things, but he was supportive. He might be old-fashioned, but he wasn’t homophobic or transphobic.

            “I don’t like being pushed into roles,” agreed (Y/N).

            Alastor’s smile widened. “Good. I don’t want my protégé fitting a mold.”

            (Y/N) smiled again, and on the edges of the room, lavender flowers bloomed.

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[syddsatyrn]

Je t'aime Violet

By Sydd Satyrn Masterlist

Chapter 1 ⛧ Chapter 2 ⛧ Chapter 3

⛧Pairing: - Alastor x OC!Reader Violet

⛧Fic playlist: Click here!

⛧Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, adult themes, 18+ not for minors

⛧Summary: Hello ladies, gentleman and nonbinary friends! I present to you, my series Je t'aime Violet. This story is staring my OC, Violet! She is a deer demon containing a lot of personality. With a gifted voice and a bit of jazz, she's got style and class on lock. After 7 years, Violet and Alastor's feelings towards each other never dissolved. Violet reconnects with the man who left with her heart, will she forgive him? Does Alastor have the ability to set his pride aside for love?

⛧Notes: @hellfiremunsonn is my beta reader, go check out her writing! Its fantastic!

⛧Taglist: @ok-boke @myeternalsin @squiword7 @hxzbinwrites

⛧Chapter 2: Sauntè The sunrise paints your hotel room in orange and yellow hues. You stir in bed and slowly open your eyes. It takes you a moment to remember that you are in a hotel room. You sit up and rub your sleepy eyes. As the haze of sleep fades, your mind starts to process the events of the previous night. The mysterious shadow lurking in your room sends a chill down your spine once again. Was it just a figment of your imagination, or was there truly someone watching you as you slept? Shaking off the unsettling feeling, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up.

With a deep breath you decide to take a quick shower and change into something a bit nicer. You chose an A-line, knee length black dress with a simple corset. After brushing out your long black hair, you put on a pair of kitten heels and do a simple makeup look. Feeling satisfied, you think you're ready to head down to the lobby in search of some coffee. ---------------

Alastor was up all night in shock, when he felt your presence nearby he thought he was going crazy, last night he sent his shadows off to find you and you just so happen to be two doors down from his room. He couldn't believe it. After all these years, here you were, in the same hotel, under the same roof as him. A mix of emotions flooded through him - excitement, curiosity, and a hint of something darker that he couldn't quite place. He remembers the last time you both saw each other, that night still haunts him.

His hands clenched into fists as memories of the past flooded his mind. He knew he had to see you, to talk to you, but he also feared your reaction. Would you welcome him or push him away?

With a deep breath, Alastor stepped out of his room and made his way down the hallway towards your door. The dimly lit corridor seemed longer than usual, each step echoing in the silence of the night. When he finally reached your door, he hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to knock.

Before his knuckles could make contact with the wood, the door swung open, revealing you standing there in the doorway, a mixture of surprise and confusion written on your face. Alastor's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, the same familiar features he remembered so well.

"Alastor," you breathed out, disbelief coloring your voice.

"Violet," he replied, his voice low and laced with static. For a moment, he simply stood there, gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. The way he said her name made your ears perk up and your tail flicked. Finally, Alastor cleared his throat, breaking the tension heavy in the air. "May I come in?" he asked, his tone almost wavering. Violet hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with memories and questions. Despite the flood of emotions coursing through her, she stepped back, allowing The Radio Demon to enter the room. He moved past her gracefully, his presence commanding yet tinged with an underlying taste of vulnerability that tugged at Violet's heartstrings. As he turned to face her, she noticed a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a stark contrast to his usual confidence. "I never thought I'd see you again," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Alastor's expression softened at her words, he briefly let his guard down as he observed your appearance.

"Nor I, you," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and longing. You stood there, facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you both. Alastor can see the pain in your eyes, the hurt and confusion that mirrored his own. As the tears rolled down your cheeks, without a word, he closed the distance between you and him, pulling you into a tight embrace. The initial shock melted away, replaced by a flood of emotions as you wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if afraid he might disappear again. Alastor's grip tightened slightly, a silent promise to never let go again. "I'm sorry, Violet," he murmured against your hair, the words heavy with regret. "I should have never left you."

Alastor breathes you in, a familiar smell that has haunted him for years. He holds the back of your head as you let out muffled sobs into his chest. For so long, he had tried to bury the memories of that night, but now they flooded back with a vengeance. As you slowly calmed down in his embrace, Alastor pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. The raw emotion reflected in them made his chest tighten with guilt. "I never stopped thinking about you, my dear," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you.” You return, feeling like you might just cry again. You searched his face for any sign of deception, but all you found was love in his gaze. Alastor gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness after what I put you through," he began, his voice laced with sincerity, "but I want you to know that I never wanted to leave you. It was the hardest decision I ever made, but it was the only way to protect you from something bigger." The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, you felt a mix of emotions floating inside you - pain, longing, but above all, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time. “Well…you know I can't stay mad at you for very long.” You finally say, breaking the silence and trying to lighten the mood. Alastor’s eyes lit up, relieved by your words. He continues to hold you close like you are the most precious thing in the world. The tension that had lingered between you dissipated, replaced by a sense of familiarity and comfort. His face is pretty red and he looks away. “I never wanted to leave you…” “Alastor, I’ve come to accept that you did it for my benefit, although I may not understand it, I don’t think you’re making it up either.” You reply, his words make your heart swell. Alastor let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, the weight of years of guilt slowly lifting off his shoulders. He gazed at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and admiration. "You always were too kind for your own good, my dear." he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His face is so close to yours, you swear you’re dreaming right now. The love of your life has returned to you and everything feels exactly like when you first met so long ago. Alastor reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands, your heart is racing, your breath catches in your throat. Without breaking eye contact, Alastor leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wished. But you didn't. Your eyes closed as his lips met yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Alastor held you close, his touch reverent yet filled with a hunger that matched your own. The world fell away as you lost yourself in the bittersweet taste. You practically melted in his arms, a feeling that only he was able to accomplish. When you both break the kiss in need of air. He takes a moment to collect himself and reluctantly lets go of you. He takes your hand and smirks. “Unfortunately, I have some business to attend to today, but darling…Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?” He kisses your hand and your face turns a darker shade of red. "J'aimerais ça," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet Alastor's gaze. 

(I would like that)

“J'ai hâte d'y être, chérie,” he replies. 

(I'm looking forward to it, Darling.)

——————————————- As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, you found yourself standing outside a quaint little French restaurant. Alastor stood beside you, his arm gently linked with yours as he led you inside. The ambiance was cozy and inviting, with soft jazz music playing in the background and the scent of delicious food filling the air. The two of you settled at a private table near the window, basking in the soft candlelight that flickered gently. Alastor's eyes never strayed far from yours. He reaches across the table and takes your hand in his. “You look stunning tonight, my dear.” He says, a genuine smile graced your lips as you met his gaze. “You were always such a charmer, Alastor.” You reply and Alastor raises an eyebrow. The waiter comes by and takes your order, he comes back momentarily with two glasses of rye whiskey. Something that only you and Alastor drink. You hold up your glass and he mirrors your gesture. “Sauntè.” “Sauntè, ma chérie.” You and Alastor have always had a lot in common, you both have older tastes and speak French. You’re both deer demons, and you have the same drink of choice. You met him while bartending at a Jazz club, before you had started your career. You couldn’t stop staring at his ears, he ordered rye whiskey and you fell head over heels for the polite man sitting at your counter. He returned several times and once caught you singing in the kitchen. He told you how pretty your voice was and that you should get serious about your talent.

You took his advice to heart and began performing at the club, captivating audiences with your voice. Alastor was always there, watching from the shadows with a proud smile on his face. Eventually, your talent caught the attention of a music producer who offered you a record deal. As your career soared, Alastor remained a constant in your life, supporting you every step of the way. Until that one devastating rainy day when he left. Alastor raised his glass to his lips, the amber liquid glinting in the candlelight. As the whiskey burned its way down his throat, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him at that moment. It was surreal to be sitting across from you after all these years, almost like a dream he never thought would come true.

“Violet, if I may ask…” He began, your ears twitch. “How exactly did you find me?” “I heard you on television, talking about the hotel. How could I not recognize that voice.” You reply, and take another sip. Alastor's smile faltered slightly as he remembered the reason why his voice was now propagated through the airwaves. "Ah, yes, the hotel," he said wistfully. "It seems my reputation precedes me." There was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he composed himself once more. "But enough about me," he deflected smoothly. "Tell me about you, my dear Violet. How has life treated you in my absence?"

“I just finished my first tour! I’m doing a few local shows next, just paying back some favors.” You summarize the highlights of your tour through Hell and all the different places you played. “I am pleased to hear you are doing so well in your career. I’ve always adored your voice. How does it feel to be a star?” “Don’t get me wrong, the fans are nice and so is the money. But I’ve always felt like there was a hole in my heart when you left.” You admit, it was difficult because he took a piece of you with him. He reached out and gently took your hand in his, his touch comforting and familiar. “Would you ever consider giving me a second chance?” Alastor asks. Your heart skipped a beat at his question.

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you squeezed his hand reassuringly before replying, "Alastor, you never truly lost your chance with me. Despite everything, my feelings for you never changed.” His eyes widened in hopeful disbelief, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks. "I've always believed that second chances are worth giving, especially when it comes to matters of the heart," you continued softly. "But promise me one thing - never leave without saying goodbye again. I couldn't bear to go through that pain a second time."

Alastor's expression softened, "I swear on my very soul, Violet. I will never leave you in the dark again."

[shugar0cone]

Non-Binary!Reader x Alastor relationship hcs or image idk, just how he would react to nonbinary partner?

Thank you!

•nothing much, he may slip and call you by the gender you look like (due to his time.)

•may take time to accept you.

•when he does accept you, he will say the whole “her/his pronouns are they/them”

•he adapts quick so after like 3 days he says they them.

•oh gets pissed when somone uses the wrong pronouns!

•def punishes them saying “that’s uncivilized.”

A/N: That’s all I got at the moment, I’ll update if so. Anyways I’m sorry I’m not non binary and know no one who is… anyways hope you love hun.

Xoxo

-Shugar

[radioisntdead]

Hello hello,

It's been a while since I put in a request since I've been busy with tests, but I'm back with a new request!!

Could we maybe have a flower demon that died from hanahaki disease (she still has a few symptoms in hell, just to the point where she doesn't feel pain), talking about her past love to the hotel?? (another song fic, Everything I wanted by Ms Billie eilish)

And heroes love could be someone like alastor or vox?? Idk rlly know, I just want some sweet angst to chow down on 🤤

Your Dearest,

-XIN 🐇🤍

Good evening my dear Xin! I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET THIS REQUEST FROM YOU BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING WITH HANAHAKI FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS NOW, I misread the bottom part of your request and that's why there's that part at the end, anywho! I hope you enjoy!

Baby's breath

Hazbin x reader

Warnings: reader's past love is gender neutral you can make them whatever gender or if you wanna keep em' nonbinary it's up to you! I imagine the reader looking like one of those flowers from the animated disney Alice in wonderland, reader's lowkey victim blamed for their death.

Song used

I had a dream

"[NAME]! Damn it, [NAME]! Open the door this instant! Please open the door! [NAME]!" The person that caused this shouted your name as they banged on the door, twisting and turning the knob desperately trying to open the door.

You were curled up on the cold tile of the bathroom flower, baby's breath flower buds were scattered across the floor covered in blood, you felt the plant squeezing at your lungs as more came up your throat, clawing it's way up.

I got everything I wanted

You didn't want to die, truly but you didn't want to give up your love for the by the way of surgery like a damned fool.

And now you pay the ultimate price for your love.

A pitiful death.

In your bathroom.

Not what you'd think

The flowers came and came out until it was too much, flowers filled your mouth and lungs effectively suffocating you to death.

The last thing you heard was the door finally being opened and a wail of pure unbridled agony following it.

And if I'm being honest, It might've been a nightmare

You woke up in hell, honestly not where you were expecting to end up but you suppose it might be related to how you die, you willingly chose not to get the surgery after all.

After the shock of being dead you realized you were a flower, a beautiful flower with human like mannerisms, like those flowers in Alice in wonderland.

To anyone who might care

You still had some of the hanahaki symptoms even in hell, it wasn't anything too extreme just, coughing up baby's breath and a stinging pain every once in awhile.

You eventually found yourself in the hazbin hotel, not as a resident per say but Charlie thought they could use a gardener, especially with the hotel rebuilt, and who better than the flower who died by flowers to be the gardener?

Although no one knew how you died.

Thought I could fly fly So I stepped off the Golden, mm

That was until Charlie organized a little activity, having everyone write a short story and share it with the others.

And Niffty, oh darling Niffty, the first man slayer, resident roach killer, wrote a lovely little story about hanahaki disease that left a couple of the residents misty eyed, Alastor making a comment about how it was a foolish way to die, especially when there's a way to be rid of it and Charlie flat out sobbing.

Nobody cried cried, cried, cried, cried

There was only one thing you wanted to correct about it, just a little inaccuracy and when she bit back with a "Welllll how do you know it's not accurate?" You replied with a "Because I died from it? I think I'd know how it happens."

The silence that followed was stiff, awkward and suffocating, not as suffocating as the flowers that killed you but suffocating nonetheless.

"It's not as bad as it sounds! I mean it did hurt like a motherfucker but it was baby's breath so it's not like there were any thorns?" You attempted to backtrack, but within a moment Charlie pulled you into a hug.

Nobody even noticed

And so you decided to recount to your dear friends your involvement with the person who was the reason for those blooming flowers that had caused your untimely demise.

Niffty had a notepad out to write things down for her next fanfiction.

I saw them standing right there

You were standing outside your college study hall waiting for the rain to stop.

Kinda thought they might care might care, might care

You had forgotten your umbrella and they offered to share theirs with you.

I had a dream

They had bright eyes, a warm smile, and a cheerful demeanor, they were like the embodiment of sunshine.

I got everything I wanted, but when I wake up, I see

After that a friendship bloomed the two of you would study together, walk each other to classes, get lunch together.

You with me and you say

They were there for you when no one else was, they were your soil, they were the one you would call when everything was crashing down around you.

Showering you with lovely words, saving you a seat, being a good friend.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you"

How could you not fall for them?

Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to

Those feelings of yours were never going to be returned, no matter what you did.

If I could change the way that you see yourself

The two of you were taking a break from studying, they were laid flat on their back on your bed while you were leaning on your desk, chatting about recent events in your friend group, like how so and so got together with what's his face or how girl B got a new dog.

You wouldn't wonder why you hear

"Out of pure curiosity, do you like anyone? a bunch of our friends are getting together so.." you asked innocently enough,

They hummed, "in like a romantic sense? Nah-" they let out a nervous chuckle, "I don't think I'm really built for romance, I don't really feel romantic attraction, if that makes sense?" They moved to sit upwards, shrinking themselves into their yellow sweater.

"Oh, yeah that makes sense, no worries."

"Oh thank God, Anyways did you hear that-"

'They don't deserve you'"

The petals appeared soon after that.

I tried to scream but my head was underwater

You remember booking it into a bathroom, locking the door behind you as you struggled to stop your coughing.

Small white petals barely the size of a crumb scattered across the sink.

They called me weak

Hanahaki disease, not common per say but not rare either.

Like I'm not just somebody's daughter

You made no move to move on from these feelings.

You didn't want to get the surgery to remove the flowers growing within you, it would've been better to do so, but there was that small chance that along with those pesky feelings of yours, memories of that person would disappear with it, and did you really want to take that chance?

It could've been a nightmare but it felt like they were right there

And so you let it fester, and grow.

Petals turned into full baby's breath flowers, small but deadly if your coughing them up from your lungs.

And it feels like yesterday was a year ago

Day by day it got worse, until you ended up coughing up a handful of bloodied baby's breath in front of them during a dinner along with some of your friends, some who knew, and some who didn't.

But I don't wanna let anybody know

You booked it to the bathroom where it got progressively worse, they banged on that door and shouted until their hands were scratched and their voice was raw.

'Cause everybody wants something from me now

Another one of your friends got a screw driver and took the hinges off the door to get to you, but it was far too late.

And I don't wanna let 'em down

You were found surrounded by those white flowers, eyes glossed over and wide open and stems peering out from your throat.

I had a dream, I got everything I wanted

It looked hauntingly pretty.

But when I wake up, I see

They screamed as they covered their mouth.

You with me and you say

Eventually one of the other friends who knew decided to fill them in on your little crush on them, at your funeral, you know like an asshole.

They were filled with guilt.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you"

They did love you, just not in the way you loved them, and it wasn't their fault that you died, after all you were the one who refused to get help for it.

Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to

But still, they felt guilty, maybe if things were different you would be alive, maybe if they never offered you their umbrella that day, maybe if they could feel those feelings you would?

If I could change the way that you see yourself

Yellow roses were left at your grave every death anniversary, birthday and holiday, it was the last thing they could do, maybe if you weren't in hell you would know about it.

You wouldn't wonder why you hear

It was a tragic and foolish situation either way, you made your decisions and you paid the price for it.

'They don't deserve you'

Although if you knew it was going to end like this, would you let yourself die again?

If I knew it all then, would I do it again?

Would you let yourself move on? Would you have gotten the surgery?

Would I do it again?

Or would you sit like a duck again waiting for death to wrap it's wings around you and drag you down to the firey pits of hell?

If they knew what they said would go straight to my head

No one shared any of their short stories after that, which was probably a good thing since Angel dust was next and who knows what filth he wrote.

It was a nice activity while it lasted.

What would they say instead?

Life in the hotel continued after that, you grew particularly close with Alastor who enjoyed lowkey mocking your way of death, and Niffty who liked showing you her fanfictions written with hanahaki as a plotline.

If I knew it all then, would I do it again?

"I'll be right there in a minute Charlie I need to use the restroom first!" You shouted down to the princess as you ran down the hallways into a bathroom.

Would I do it again?

You closed the door behind you as a flowery hand darted up to your mouth as you coughed.

If they knew what they said would go straight to my head

Red tulip petals fell from your lips, you stared at them as they laid in the sink, a sick sense of nostalgic deja vu filled you.

"Fuck."

What would they say instead?

Are you doing to do something about it this time? Or will history repeat itself again?

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed this, I had so much fun writing it! Me sending copy and pasted paragraphs about baby's breath meanings in the discord is proof lmao, anywho I hope you all have a wonderful night and as per usual thank you for tuning in!

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[zealousstuff-idk]

intro post + rules (updated as of (3/13/25)

ello! ^^ y’all can call me Zenith, I’m nonbinary, 21 and use any pronouns. I plan on using this blog to write fanfic related stuff, and maybe show off some art in the future!

I will mainly be writing for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, but expect other fandoms to come up!

Requests: OPEN! Please be as specific as you can so I could have a better idea for writing

RULES BELOW THE CUT

I CAN WRITE:

reader x character and character x character

female or gender neutral readers, male readers is still an option, but I won’t be as good at it

Angsty situations

Death

Smut/NSFW

Platonic and Romantic relationships

I WONT WRITE:

Anything pregnancy related

non-con (dub con is a grey area but specify in requests)

any of the following k!nks [p!ss, scat, ageplay, petplay, etc]

Anything with the following characters [These may change in the future, but this is how it is currently] -Valentino, Alastor, Niffty, Angel Dust, Zestial, Mammon, Loona, Verosika, Beezlebub

Here’s a list of characters/ships that I’ll write for, if there’s any characters not listed, don’t be shy and send a request, and I might write it!

Lute

Charlie

Vaggie

Husk

Carmilla Carmine

Velvette

Lucifer

Asmodeus

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Chaggie

Brokerdoll [Carmilla/Velvette]

MAYBE Guitarspear [Adam/Lute]

MAYBE Fizzmodeus

I love Asmodeus’ design so fuckin much like look at him!

[ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch]

I kinda wanna make sfw and maybe a little (not a lot) of nsfw stories for everyone but not specifically fem reader because people write a lot and tag x male reader under the tag but it's fem reader explicitly. So I'll do requests. I'm in these fandoms currently.

Obey me!

Twisted Wonderland

(Especially azul he's my favorite character)

Star wars

Hazbin hotel (don't get me wrong I know aroace people do have platonic and romantic in their relationship sometimes but it's mostly to satisfy their partner. But 100% no smut for alastor,nifty and the eggboys. Also not for Charlie and vaggie either sorry)

Call of duty modern warfare

MHA (only writing for the adults in mha nsfw I swear if someone ask for a bakugou smut I'll soccer punch them 😭🙏) (only sfw for the class 1-A and toga..

Creepypasta. (If yall ask for toby and Jeff it's the new toby that's an old man and Jeff as in Jeff hodek. Not no emo teenager. But I will do emo teen Jeff woods in SFW.) (But I don't know why I need to say this but NO OFFENDERMAN LIKE??)

Marble hornets.

Undertale. (Only sfw)

DC: so bat children, batman, Clark kent, etc.

What I will do: smut, fluff, NSFW (it doesn't just mean smut it also means gore) angst, child reader, if you want the reader to have a mental disorder you struggle with and get comfort by the direct character/s you say, wholesome.

What I won't do: rape, pedophilia, age regression (Im sorry I just don't feel comfortable writing it), somnophilia, basically anything bad and criminal.

What I'll do if it's a TW (I will warn you at the beginning if it's a TW thing.)

what I won't do: fem reader. If you're a fem reader you can read the stuff that has gender neutral on it though. But not trans male reader or AMAB reader.

What I will do: amab reader, trans male reader, nonbinary reader,