#rockette

Oh hell yeah!

Headcanons of The Radio Demon And The Rockette

Alastor X Rockette Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ gun mention, injury-no detail. ⚠

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First of all. Mwuah!💋 Beautiful.

Alastor loves you. Let me just get that said first.

The first time you meet is actually at the park.

He sees you perform at Mimzy's club and he's hooked.

Way to go, you reeled in a fish.

A dead rose appears on your vanity in your personal dressing room.

The next day again after your show. Still one single rose.

You decide to play a game with the one gifting you roses.

Getting two fresh ones and putting them on your vanity for when they come back.

It goes back and forth until your dressing room is full.

You have to call your boss Mimzy to send help to move some out.

Eventually Alastor approaches you with a bouquet of fifteen roses. Dead of course.

"I do apologize for all the roses. I didn't think of them cluttering your dressing room at the time.", he smiles sheepishly.

You couldn't believe it. The Radio Demon likes your work.

At some point both of you schedule a day together.

Talking about your old lives up on Earth and things that both of you did once arriving in Hell.

You tell him about performing in one of Lilith's shows.

"The Queen of Hell? Really?", he asks.

"Oh yes. I even met his majesty, Lucifer."

You two are friends now. Alastor fancies you.

Mimzy catches on after a bit and gets jealous.

"Accidents" start occuring whenever you're on stage, and other unfortunate things.

Like your dressing room getting trashed and your pay being cut.

Your boss reassures that she'll have everything fixed.

But it all happens again and again.

At this point, you're done.

You set up your last dance and the costumes have masks.

"This routine will be different. I won't lead it. Instead I'll choose one of our best.", you say and call up one of your best dancers. "You'll be our center."

Safe to say everything goes to shit.

It was not your dancers fault. No. It was the damn demon who brought a gun and shot at your leading dancer.

Poor demon was bawling at the graze on their arm. You gave them a few days off to collect themselves, but that just meant someone had it out for you.

After that you leave, telling no one. Packing up your things at your place to move elsewhere.

A few weeks pass and Alastor contacts you. Sending you a flyer of the "Hazbin Hotel."

Hazbin? You think confused.

You were sure it was the Happy Hotel on the news.

Alastor is the first one to greet and welcome you there.

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I loved this so much! I wanna make a oneshot.

~Seline, the person.