Harlee Hazbin

MASTERLIST SERIES/COLLECTIONS

Alastor Fanfictions:

Home is where my Heart is; (series)

Cannibal Chef (collection)

EGOCENTRIC (series)

Lucifer Fanfictions:

Tainted Dove (collection)

Dear Baby, (series)

MASTERLIST ONESHOTS/IMAGINES

Lucifer Fanfictions:

Mine, All Mine (oneshot)

Valentine's Special (imagine)

My Sweet Boy (imagine)

My World (oneshot)

Icarus (oneshot)

Sly (oneshot)

Can we? (oneshot)

Alastor Fanfictions:

Solace (oneshot)

Little Miss Jane Doe (oneshot) + part 2 coming soon...

Headcannons for Season 2 (drabbles)

Other:

Dancer!Reader (hh x reader) (imagine)

Please go check them out, I enjoyed making them :)) Thank you for checking this out!

You mused at how easy it was to fuel a king’s ego such as Mammon’s. If it weren’t for you trying to curry up favor from them, you’d be also in the ring of pride, rotting away and being tied to the mundane life of a sinner such as yours.

“Wow, would you look at that. I’ve never seen him this high since a millennia ago,” a honeyed voice juts in through your thoughts. “Here I thought he was ‘too good’ for my parties.”

You laugh at her poor attempt of recreating his accent. The ice in your glass jingles from the motion as you reacted to her.

“We haven’t gotten together like this in a while, of course, Lucifer still won’t talk to us,” Asmodeus sighs mournfully.

“Hmm, I’ve been working on that. I’ll have him over in the parties by next one,” you reply confidently drawing out your most charming smile to the King of Lust himself.

“I’ll be looking forward to it then.”

He glides next to the sleeping Belphegor. Satan struts in boastfully, sauntering over to you as you give him a proper bow of greeting. Beelzebub passes by him with a light punch on the shoulder as a greeting and sits next to the two other kings of hell.

“Greetings to you, King Satan. An honor of mine to have you to my parties once again,” you greet him which earns you a smug smile from him.

“Indeed. I’m not one to enjoy parties often but given how much praise my brothers and sisters gives them. One can’t help but be curious,” he replies with a low tone, “Well done.”

“Thank you, your majesty,” you not even hiding the proud smile on your face.

 “I’ve heard you have a lot of information in your hands. I might ask you for a few of those,” he tells you grabbing the bottle from the server’s tray.

“Call me anytime for my services,” you reply handing him your personally crafted transmission crystal.

He hums in delight while leaving you, he had been wanting one of your devices after being teased by his siblings for the lack of it. You sold a lot of valuable goods and services, stretching across all the rings of hell with superior quality to them, and with your line of work, you surprisingly have a lot of ethics to your company.

“Ma’am, we discovered a mole inside the Pride Ring Branch. We extracted him to HQ, we finished procedure and are awaiting your orders,” Elijah whispers into your ear carefully.

“It seems I’m needed elsewhere. Please enjoy yourselves!” you announce clearly, motioning your men to serve more meals and drink for your VVIPs to enjoy.

With a wave of your hand, a portal opens up directly to HQ’s interrogation room. There sat limply a red figure against the chair, drool dripping unto the floor.

“Keir, Imp from Ring of Greed. A rat associated with the Goetia clan. He must’ve heard the ‘leak’ about the magic nullification serum, he was lurking around lab room at the branch,” Elijah reports promptly.

“Good. We need to weed out these pests. Chip him and return him. Fry his brain after we wring out the information out of him and owners,” you ordered to which Elijah nods and motioned his men to push the imp out.

“Elijah~” his head snaps in your direction as he hears you while you looked at him with your arms crossed and a sly smile plastered on your lips, “remember to take a break. If you don’t, I’ll take it as insubordination.”

He breathes out a laugh, “I will as soon as I finish with important matters and handover to Damien.”

“Good!”

“Madam, Mister Ala—”

“We’re fine! We can talk to her instead. Sweetcheeks~, are ya home~?”

“Rude.”

“Al! Vince! I missed you,” you greet cheerfully as you skipped towards them and giving them a kiss.

“I called you first, but ya’ call Al first? You’re the rude one,” Vox complained only shutting up when your lips met his tingly ones.

“You know I’m the favorite,” Alastor quips with a smug ass grin as he holds the small of your back while you nuzzle into his skin.

“Oh, you know I love you equally~” you dismiss them all the while you’re clung onto Alastor placing kisses on his cheeks.

Vox merely stares and points at you both indignantly before crossing his arms and harrumphs. You laugh and walk closer to him. You glide your finger underneath the edge of his face which makes him melt and turn to putty into your touch which you laugh at and kiss him passionately. He places his hands on your waist and pushes your bodies together.

Alastor on the side looks rolls his eyes before separating the two of you making the tv-head growl, which makes Alastor happy. You giggle at the attention and ask, “So, how have the two of you been while I was away.”

“Mmm, productive. You’ve been away for too long, my love,” Vox whines holding your hand, “Visit us more often. Alastor is not very entertaining when he’s sticking too close with that hotel of his.”

“Right, the hotel. Alastor, I heard that Lucifer stays there now?”

“Begrudgingly so,” he answers humming, and looks to the side with half lidded eyes as he reminisces.

“Hm! Then, I’ll be staying over more often then. I do have some business with him. Thank you for this opportunity, my deer,” you said lustrously brushing his ear making him twitch and tense against you.

After he dipped head for a kiss, you pull away from him and turn to Vox, “Did you get what I asked for Vince?”

“Of course I did. What do you take me for?” he scoffs and hand you one of his tablets from under his coat pocket. You gratefully took it from him and kissed his cheek. You opened a portal to your room and took Vox’s hand and led him to a chair, him sitting on it while you sat on his lap. Alastor followed closely behind and rummage through your liquor stache.

“Carmilla Carmine has been investing a lot into retrieving angelic weapons after the little tryst at the hotel. It’s causing a concern on Overlords. They don’t show it but they’re unsure of what Carmilla’s next moves would be. Of course, the other Vee’s don’t know any about this. I have talked to older overlords like Zestial, Maestro and the others, they’re mostly the ones talking about it with mixed reviews. Everyone else is too busy blasting each other’s ass to notice,” Vox reports while playing with your ears, hair and shoulders.

“What? Do they think she’s planning something like an uprising? Now that’s entertainment!” Alastor comments pouring 3 glasses of hard liquor.

“No,” you say firmly, “We are not involving Heaven’s matter into ours, nor will we put ours onto them. They don’t even know what happens here and if we launch a surprise attack there’s no telling what kind of repercussion will come with that. If they believe they can be redeemed, let them. That kind of belief does nothing to us.”

I wave my hand outward the tablet and let digital image play out in projection in front of us. Pictures of the Princess of Hell and an Angel from Heaven heatedly talking to a High Seraphim, a redeem snake-like sinner, the Seraphim and a golden hue talking, and various other images of heaven.

“Look, they’re clearly unaware and dangerously vulnerable against all and any attacks. We can even access all their technology so simply because they are so sure that nothing would come of harm to them. These Seraphims have been lenient for the most part, and as far as our intel can tell us, only this High Seraphim was the one that allowed the exterminations. If they let an order from one person of this scale go unnoticed for almost a decade, what security do we have if they colluded to eradicating our very existence in an unprecedented scale? Therefore, I can’t allow it—I won’t.”

Both their expressions turn grave as you carefully explained your reason to them. Your expression turns for the worse as an internal debate begins, but ultimately you come clean.

“Listen, 8 years ago right after Alastor disappeared. I learned and figured out a lot of things with my connections. I know about the deal you have with Rosie,” you look at Alastor whose eyes widen and smile stiffen, “I also heard rumors about her plan behind this. I can help you find a way out of this, Al.”

“I’ve been keeping my hands to myself all these years, it’s about time I have my powers back,” he says standing, bowing and kissing your palm, “so, what do you already know?”

“I heard about you already having a contract with Rosie prior to being placed in hell. Something about the power you mentioned. Rosie has a plan for you that’s why you were gone. Remember someone who also disappeared coincidentally also 8 years ago?”

“.. Lilith,” Vox answers.

“Right. What did she preach about?”

“Resistance against the executions?”

“Wrong. People are slowly forgetting but it was never about the executions, executions started right after she disappeared. She preached about resisting Heaven’s entire existence and their prejudiced ways.”

“What does that have to do with Rosie?”  

“I think Rosie is trying to achieve something through Alastor’s influence in hell just like Lilith, that’s why she hid him when the exterminations started to protect him. I don’t know for what exactly but I’m sure I can find more information in the right places. So, what do you want to do Al?” you asked him eyes looking straight into his as he was lost in thought for a moment before opening his mouth.

“We need to make Vox be ‘the strongest sinner’ in hell,” he announces.

“It’s a clear and simple method to break my contract with her. You’re right on all accounts, but neither I know what her aim exactly is,” he explains while fiddling with his broken staff.

“What?”

“Make me do what?”

“But why does it have to be me?” Vox asked incredulously.

“Because I won’t let (Name) be directly under the eye of Heaven,” Alastor answers unyieldingly, “That would put her in a difficult position considering that she’s the only sinner who has been granted access all throughout the rings of hell unknown to those angels. If they figure out what she’s been doing in the background, hell will be upturned. At worst, she’ll be killed, permanently.”

Vox sweats understanding the severity of the situation he’s under. He scratches his head frustratingly and nods, “Fine, fine. I got it. So, what’s our game plan.”

You beam at him and look at Alastor who also nods in approval with that Cheshire-like smile of his.

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“Uh where the fuck is he,” you mutter looking on top of one of your buildings, squinting over the area to look for explosions or screaming then taking out your phone and called Vox, not even a second later he replied.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” he yelled over the static speaker of the phone.

“Fell back to sleep,” you lied bluntly, “Now, where are you?”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN--!!” BOOM!

“Found him,” you say as you looked over to the explosion on your left.

You ripped open a portal on the floor and gestured to Alastor, “After you m’lord.”

He rolls his eyes and sweeps you off your feet then jumps into the portal with you in his arms. You appear above Vox with Alastor kicking the perpetrator on the way down. He sets you down as you profiled the guy.

“How the fuck are you getting fucked by this loser?” you ask tilting your head looking at the shark fiend.

“That’s pretty disappointing, Vox,” Alastor laughs craning his head at the TV head.

Vox growls and yells, “He put some shit in my drink! I couldn’t use my powers!”

The shark fiend flinches at the glint in your after you were told the information.

“That’s interesting,” you say approaching him. He started to run only to be stopped by Alastor’s shadows that held him down. You aimed your fist at him, effectively knocking him out. You yanked him by the back of his collar and threw into a portal.

“Investigate him. He had his hands on the magic nullifier,” you instruct Elijah who nodded and took the shark with him.

You turned around and witnessed the two fighting. Again.

“—so incompetent without us,” Alastor teases.

“If I hadn’t been drugged, I would have handled it all on my own!” Vox retorted angrily.

“But you didn’t!” Alastor egged on, “You had US to clean up after you.”

“Why I—” “Ok, that’s enough. You’re embarrassing me,” you stopped them grabbing their coats and pulling them into the portal with you before they let the entirety of hell witness their petty squabble. Even without looking at the both of them, you just know had his shit eating grin and Vox growling at him.

After all of you got seated in a private lounge, you finally asked Vox.

“So, what happened?” you asked him seriously making him feel unnerved to feel the hostility from you, not to mention he fucked up yesterday too, “No excuses.”

“Well, after meeting you I went to meet with another overlord to ask him the same things because I told him I couldn’t get your support. He told me he’ll give someone a call and told me to have a drink, and then next thing I knew I’m running across the city,” he explains.

You hummed in thought, you brushed it for later after Elijah gives you his research on it. You looked up them, suddenly rushing with familiar emotions. Memories from 40 years ago overlapping with the scene making me your lips tug into a melancholic smile.

“Since I finally got the both of you in the same room,” you started as you walked away from your seat and stood in between them, “How about we talk some stuff over. Hell, it’s been 30 years. I don’t want to go through another 30 or so.”

You dig through your dimension pocket for some liquor, “I’m telling you this now, but I’ll probably leave Pentagon City.”

Both their head turn to you in shock both saying ‘What?’ in varying tones.

“Yeah. I got an extremely rare opportunity,” you smiled, “so, if I were to accept his deal, I want to at least know that the both of you won’t actually kill each other when I’m not here anymore.”

“A deal, sweetheart?” Alastor first breaks the pause that filled the air.

“Yeah. A few...” you pause acting coy, “Sins of Hell have reached out to me personally. They wanted me to continue my business in the other rings of hell.”

“That’s—! Amazing, doll! B-but then—,” Vox exclaims enthusiastically before deflating like a balloon.

“Yeah. I won’t be hanging around here anymore,” you told them solemnly before switching back to annoyed playful tone, “and that’s why I need the two of you to make up already~!”

The two looked at each other before Alastor rolls his eyes, which makes Vox look back at you wide eyes and gesturing with his hands ‘are you seeing this?’ before getting into a verbal brawl. Which turns into fist fighting not even 20 minutes later, and that’s me being generous.

You just watched them with a deadpan face as chaos fell upon you from the problem that you created.

‘I just wanted them to talk it out, but I guess this is one way to get it out of their system,’ you thought with a blank stare into nothingness as you took a sip from your cup as a chair flies over your head along with other objects from this room. Although, it was impressive that they have kept you safe even with the uproar they caused.

After a few hours, they finally settled down with collapsing on the ground while Alastor was leaning on the wall his ass on the floor.

“I just wanted to be something! I wanted you to acknowledge me!” Vox wheezed almost breaking out into a sob from how fatigued he was.

“Why can’t you get it into your thick skull that we did acknowledge you! It’s just neither (name) nor I want to be partners with you,” Alastor heaved gripping his injured abdomen, “Listen, Vox. I’ll only say it once so never let me remind you ever again. We never wanted to cut ties with you but you pestered us with the idea, You were the one that fooled us and got us blown up inside that warehouse.”

“I didn’t do it! It was those bastards that planned it. They told me if I would do them that a favor, they would grant me all the support that they could give,” Vox defended, “I apologized, okay?!”

Alastor gives him an unimpressed look and replied, “You are a moron for falling for it. Tell that to (name)’s severed finger and burns she had to suffer because of you.”

Vox looked at you distraught and looked down in shame before telling you, “I am very deeply sorry, for hurting you. I didn’t know my actions would cause this much harm on you. I really am stupid.”

“Damn right,” Alastor whispered.

You looked at your friend amused at how he was owning up to his mistakes and squatted above his head then replying and tapping his screen, “I forgive you, so stop furrowing your eyebrows. You’ll get wrinkles.”

Your joke dumbfounded him making confused sounds making you laugh, “After all these years you still fall for it.”

“So, just to make things clear now. Alastor and I don’t hate you, so please stop fighting us every time we meet. Alastor will (try) be more friendly with you, but he will still ragebait your ass, so it’s your own fault if you fall for it. Lastly, I will give you support, as long as the reason why you need it aligns with my ideals,” you gave a run down, “No deals, no promises. Just, friends making up. Cool?”

“Fine with me,” Alastor agrees, standing up from his spot and walks towards you.

Vox gets up too as he walks to the group and gives you a smile, “Cool.”

You finally break into a hug grin as you sling your arms over the two of them like old times.

“Fucking finally! I thought I would have to die and the two of you still fighting each other,” you exclaimed.

You break away and open the door. You look back at them as if you forgot to bring something and announce, “By the way, I lied. I’ll still visit Pentagram City after I accept the deal. I have to meet with them to finish up the deal, toodaloo~!”

Alastor breaks into a smitten smile, “Ooh, we got played. Clever girl.”

Vox looks at him then at your figure that walked out the door comically, “Yeah, you two are definitely fucking.”

Alastor looks back at him, and answers by giving a tight-lipped smile and half lidded eyes. He disappears into the shadows making Vox yell out.

“YOU CAN’T TELL ME YOU’RE NOT, FUCKERS!”

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“Well, I have been reflecting after our last fight, and I just wanted to tell you. I’m sorry,” he says making you give him a side eye, “After, years of being apart from you. It just made me realize how shitty I was for taking out my anger on you because of Alastor. I’m asking if you’ll forgive me.”

A long exhale comes from you as white puffy smoke fills the air before you answer him, “I forgive you. I never really gave a shit about it personally. It was fun fighting you and you losing miserably to me, heh.”

You chuckle then you notice him curl his fists. You take another drag but this time directly puffing it onto his face.

“But forgiveness and comradery aren’t mutually exclusive, Vox,” you announce and laid back onto your vintage chaise lounge chair, “I won’t join in on what you’re planning.”

His eyes widen, as he sputters as he tries to salvage himself, “Wh-what do you mean, (name)?”

You wave your hand, and Eli drops pictures and documents onto the table. Photos of him and various overlords together and documents having information about his deals with them. Asking for physical support, materials and equipment and the like.

You smirk, “I knew I wouldn’t get that information out of you so dug on my own. You’re not as clever as you think you are, Vox. Really now? What's all this for? An uprising? That’s mildly amusing.”

Vox snarls at you finally showing his true colors, “What would you know about that?”

“Oh, I know a whole lot more than you'll ever do,” you reply giving him a knowing smirk that you knew pissed him off.

“Of course!” he rolls his eyes mocking you, “You’ll give Alastor the help he needs, but when I ask for the same you never do the same. Is he that much better than me?”

Your smile drops ever so slightly and reply, “Right now? Much more than usual.”

“Ha!” Vox scoffs with a furious smile, “You’re still riding his dick after all these years. You never took my side, even after all the shit that he said to me. You knew, you knew how much I wanted all of us to be a team together and yet! The both of you shunned me and I was left alone. All I wanted was to be something with you.”

Your eyes blurred with emotions before putting your pipe down, showing him you’re done being amicable as you hardened yourself, “Alastor and I knew what we wanted to be. And I respected you, you also knew what you wanted. Extremely motivated to be at the very top. You wanted a team, but it could never be with us you should’ve known that. Even if, you’re the most ambitious out of all of us but, you’re the one that struck a knife on our backs first.”

You glare at him as you fiddled with your rings before skimming the stump that used to be your left ring finger. He hesitates his face painted with guilt and sweat.

“I think you should leave,” you snapped feeling all your repressed emotions coming back as he reminded you of what he did.

Soundlessly, he gives in and leaves. Leaving you bubbling with your own emotions. You didn’t fail to notice the shadow that crawled underneath and sit next to you. You lean your head on his shoulder as he puts his hand on your waist nuzzling his face against you.

“Typical. He hasn’t changed,” Alastor whispers against your skin. Noticing your eyes follow after the door that just close before sighing and putting your legs over his then curling up to Alastor, arms wrapped around him.

“He’s gonna get himself killed with his attitude one day,” you commented annoyed.

“I still don’t understand why you give him the time of day, love,” the deer replies playing with your hair.

You gave him a tsk and replied, “I’m just being selfish, and it gives me an ego that he still needs me. Happy?”

He chuckles, “Even at the cost of your own peace?”

“Psh, peace was never an option,” you answer playing with his ear that twitched from your touches.

He smirks, his breaths hitting your face your eyes darted all over his features mesmerized.

“Are you gonna kiss me or what?” you provoked him arms wrapping around his neck tighter.

His lips kissed yours gently, savoring the kiss and your taste. Not before long, your kisses turn fervent and needy. His mouth was hot making you dizzy from his kisses as it if he were devouring you.

You returned to your senses when he’s got you laying back as he was messily mouthing at your clit. You gave him a shaky sigh as you reached down to place your hands on his head and combing through his hair. Every time you would brush against his ears and antlers, he would suck harshly and claw at your thighs that left red marks over them making you moan loudly as your orgasm crashed down on you.

“Such a pretty sound you made there,” Alastor comments making his way back to face you.

Your eyes wander over the stain left around his lips. You didn’t give him a reply and only pulled him into another kiss, not minding the taste of yourself that was left on his lips. Rolling him over with you on top, sitting on his crotch minding the weight. Looking at each other with madness to claim each other.

“It’s going to be a long night, my deer.”

“My deer!”

Alastor’s ears perk up and look over to the direction where he heard your voice. You had him invited to your bar again, so he could get all the free drinks as he could get. He thought it wasn’t so bad to be friends with you. You weren’t as obnoxious as the rest were and never got into his bubble unless he got in yours first. You had this exterior of a carefree person to him and Vincent but a stoic, powerful sinner to others. He respected you and became to tolerate you better.

“I’m so glad you came!” you say as you trotted to him with a skip in your step. “High five?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he answers halfheartedly and tapped your hand with his lightly, which still made you happy, nonetheless. You had him do little contact to get him used to your touches, which Alastor fully knows but lets you do it anyway with your harmless scheming.

“I did send someone to get Vince, but he hasn’t shown up yet,” you complained as you had your coat taken for you as you sat at the bar, “Give me the usual, what about you Al?”

“I’ll have the same,” he answered, “I have heard that he has been dealing with that sketchy overlord.”

“Sketchy?”

“Yes. I forgot the specifics but what I do know is that that one owes me a debt,” he tells me before taking a drink.

You gave him a thoughtful hum. You then notice Vince walk in as you wave him over.

“Hey, doll,” he greets taking a seat and having the boy on either side of you.

“You’re late,” you pout.

“Sorry, sorry. I was just caught up on work,” he smiles unconvincingly.

You gave him a serious stare and gave him some advice, “You better not be doing some dumb shit.”

The buzzing of your phone woke you up. Sleepily you answered it.

“I need your help!”

Hearing the familiar voice, you dropped your phone and had your face buried in your face and groaned.

“What the fuck did I tell you, Vince,” you reply hoarsely.

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You could hear your own heart shatter while giving him eyes of pure disbelief. You knew this relationship was gonna end and you knew it was never gonna be pretty. But you waited. Wanted him to change. Wanted him to look at you the same as the first time that he saw you. But this made you really lose hope on everything. You wanted to give one last try before you finally gave up on him and you were going to leave permanently, and you finally got your answer.

You give him a strained smile with tears in your eyes. Tears freely escaped and slid down eyes as you broke off your necklace and handed it to him before leaving, “Alright. Goodbye, Vox.”

You didn’t bring anything with you. You left everything you owned, your phone, jewelry. Everything. Everything that would remind you of him.

Walking down the street of Pentagram City barefooted in the pouring rain. With dreary eyes you lifted them to see a bright building on top of a hill from where you were standing.

“I don’t think this weather is right for a beauty like you to walking around soaked and barefooted.”

A pair of shoes enter your field of vision that was just staring at the pavement. Raindrops stopped hitting your person, as you heard them thudding against an umbrella paired you with the chill of the air. You slowly lifted your head to see a red headed man with a weird little bob cut.

“Here. You can have this,” he says handing his umbrella to you, “I can’t have a woman drenched in the rain left alone to stay in my conscience.”

You take the umbrella brushing against his own hands. After taking it, he covers your hand over with his as a little encouraging squeeze before leaving as silently as he left.

You trail after his disappearing figure before looking around and navigating where you landed yourself in. You looked on the poster on the wall that was haphazardly plastered on. It had a copious amount of glitter on it.

‘Hazbin Hotel’

Yeah, you heard of this hotel. You were there when they first started advertising for the hotel in Vox’s show. It was something about rehabilitating and going to heaven or whatever. You don’t even have anywhere to go anymore so might as well give redemption a shot.

Your legs lead you closer to the hotel. Your steps making little splashes as you stop at the door, mustering up your courage to knock.

You met the couple, Charlie and Vaggie, that have been very encouraging and welcoming towards you. They agreed to having you in the hotel and let you know you didn’t have to join the exercises immediately and only until you felt ready to do so. You have told them about your previous relationship with the Vees for transparency and avoiding more trouble by hiding it in the future which they appreciated full heartedly.

The first week was the worst. You couldn’t even get out of bed. You were filled with thoughts of what would’ve happen differently if he had only listened to you and changed. If he would change if you stayed longer. Would he have given you his undivided attention by then?

Fortunately for you, you had Angel Dust. You were both acquainted because, after all, you were very always seen next to Vox. So, when he heard that you were in the hotel he couldn’t help but wonder how you were. You struck him as an overworked, overstimulated girlfriend that would continue to say okay even though you fully weren’t.

He got you out of your bed, tossed you in the bath and personally bathing your sorry figure, and put on new clothes for you. Angel then took you to the Bartender that works for the hotel too. Husk. Husk was a really sweet guy. He made you drinks that you just fit your taste. The both of them listened to you open up about you break up with Vox and the events leading up to it. They both scoffed and talked shit about Vox of course. That made you much closer to the two making it very worth it to leave your room now worth it just to talk to them.

“Alastor! Welcome back! We got a new guest while you were gone!”

Your eyes light up as you remember the familiar gait of this person. It was the same person that gave you that umbrella. You still had it in your room by your bed.

“Hi. It’s a coincidence to meet you here. Thank you for the umbrella that day,” you tell him with a small smile, “My name is (Name).”

He offers you a handshake which you accept, “Nonsense, it’s my pleasure to help. I’m pleased to find that you’re staying here at the hotel. I’m the host of this hotel. The name is Alastor.”

Your head tilts, thinking about why his name sounded so familiar to you, “You’re the Radio Demon?”

“Indeed, I am!”

You looked at him with a shocked stained face. You nervously scratch your neck and comment, “Well, that’s awkward.” He tilts his head, “The TV Demon used to be my boyfriend. Uhm, Vox? He would always talk shit about you and stuff.”

Your eyes darted everywhere every time you meet his gaze. His smile turns a little sinister, which made you flinch. He holds out an arm out for you which you close your eyes afraid of what he’ll do to you.

“Oh, sweetheart. It must have been awful,” he tells you petting your shoulder.

“You’re not mad at me? Think I’m a spy or something?” you ask all bewildered.

“Of course not! If you were, you would’ve been gone by now,” he replies bringing back that creepy smile of his but dropped it as fast as it arrived, “Fret not. Whatever happens between him and I, or you or him, isn’t relevant to our own relationship, isn’t that right?”

You gave him a smile back and nodded.

After your introduction, you were stuck to Alastor the whole time. (Which made Husk and Angel a little hesitant but supported you nonetheless.) Majorly talking shit about Vox but aside from that, Alastor was a great companion to be around. You even forgotten that you’ve had your heart broken by the TV head. He would ask you out on his outings. Assist in doing some menial work around the hotel and even pranking and provoking a fallen angel a few times.

However, it was all different when you finally met the man that shattered you after a few months after the breakup.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” his static voice grated itself into your ears making your heart drop and drum against your chest.

“Greetings, Vox,” Alastor calmly replies holding your shoulder protectively.

Vox merely huffs and looks at you briefly, “Didn’t know you’d be the man to dig through someone’s trash.”

Your head drops hands clutching at Alastor’s coat as he insults you blatantly. Alastor notices it and gives a subtle snarl at the man.

“Only because you never appreciate valuable things in your life,” he mocks, “I’d rather have it all to myself than have it wither away to such a man.”

Your eyes shoot up to him with tears in your eyes as you found comfort in his words. Indeed, in the past months, you have never felt more seen and heard that you ever had in the decade you had your relationship with Vox. As your bright and jovial personality slowly withered away as you accommodated to him and his own needs. But with Alastor, it didn’t matter. He would initiate, surprise you, values your thoughts, opinions like they were his own. Of course, he is much uncooperative with others but, to you, it just shows you he cares for you. That he adores you…?

“Are kidding me? You like her?” Vox cackles hysterically.

You didn’t even mind him anymore. You were more concerned what Alastor would say more than anyone else’s right now. Alastor huffs with a smirk and leans into you for a kiss.

You were surprised at first but slowly melted into the kiss and closed your eyes feeling him. Meanwhile, Alastor took in your expression and had his eyes locked with Vox. Whose screen face cracked from anger as he shoots away from the scene through the cameras he had installed.

Alastor breaks the kiss and looks at your bleary eyes and a string of saliva connected to your bottom lip with his. His nonexistent heart squeezes at how cute and innocent you looked like you wanted him more.

He wipes your lip with his thumb and apologizes, “Sorry, sweetheart. I just couldn’t handle the sound of him talking. I thought this would be the best way to shut him up.”

You cover your lips shyly looking at him through your lashes and mutter, “It’s okay. I.. liked it.”

Alastor’s ears shoot up as his hand falls onto your waist as he asks, “Mind if we continue this somewhere else?”

You gave him a nod with blush dusting your face as he holds you in his arms and takes you away from the world where they can’t see you.

If that person didn’t know how to love you, then he’ll be the person who’ll teach you how loveable you are. <3

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