#Hazbin Hotel (2024)

[dewdr0pz-alt]

forever my heaven

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chapter two: reconciliation

word count: 1.5k

You slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by the blurry sight of...no, the room wasn't blurry. You blinked a few times until your vision was clear.

The room you were in looked completely opposite of the hotel; the walls and furniture were hot pink and purple, there had to be at least fifty pillows on the bed, and a small pig was asleep next to you.

"Why is there a pig..." you whispered to yourself before sighing, body weighed down by exhaustion.

Bones aching, you slowly stood up and wandered over to what you guessed was the bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess—your wings were shredded and sticky with honey-colored blood, your eyes were droopy and bloodshot, and small bruises and cuts littered your arms and legs. You were also now in a tank top and pajama shorts that were clearly meant for someone taller. Any blood that had been on your face was wiped off hastily, a few smears near your mouth and eyebrow.

"Oh, you're up," a voice said from the doorway, causing you to jump and whip your head around. There stood a tall...spider? He laughed at your reaction. "I don't bite, toots. Unless ya want me to, but I doubt it."

"Are you a spider?" you blurted. "Sorry, sorry, that was rude—"

"No, you're fine," the spider(?) chuckled. "A humanoid spider, I guess. Call me Angel, toots, 'kay? A lot easier than 'spider boy.'"

"O-Okay," you nodded. "Where...where am I?"

"Well, whaddya remember?" Angel asked, sitting on the bed.

"I...I remember coming to the hotel," you said slowly, "and I knocked...knocked on the door, and this blonde girl was all...all worked up and asked if I was okay, and then she called Lucifer—oh my word, where's Lucifer?"

"Woah, woah, settle down," Angel Dust laughed. "He was worried about ya too, as soon as ya came in. Charlie—that was the blonde chick—sent him up to his room and told him to wait till ya woke up."

"What time is it?" you murmured.

"8:45," Angel Dust said, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand.

"AM?" you asked. When he nodded, you sighed wearily. "I slept all that time?"

"Ya knocked out at around 5:45, 6:00," Angel Dust shrugged. "You were snoring, though," he laughed.

"Oh my stars, is this your room?" you said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to force you out of your room."

"It's alright, don't worry," Angel Dust held a pair of his hands up and shook his head. "I slept in Husky's room," he added like you were supposed to know who that was. He stood and opened the door for you. "C'mon, let's get you breakfast." You slowly walked out of the room and down the stairs, where there was a television and a few couches.

"Oh, you're awake!" the happy blonde girl—her name was Charlie, right—beamed. She took your hands and sat you down on one of the sofas. "Gosh, you must be starving! We'll get you breakfast and—ooh, wait, how about we take you to a breakfast place? You could get a mini tour of Hell!"

"She's dazed, Charlie," Angel Dust said, "give 'er a few."

"No, it's fine," you shook your head, "I'll go. Who would be going?"

"Oh, right! I should introduce you to everyone!" Charlie laughed. She pulled your hands to stand you up before pointing at the bar. "That's Husk, the one sleeping over there. He's our bartender. A very 'tough love' sorta guy, but you two will get along great! And you've already met Angel! That's Vaggie—she's my girlfriend—she's the one on that couch over there, and I think Alastor's up in his room. Niffty's the little one near the bar."

"Playing with the dead...bugs?" you said slowly with confusion.

"Eugh...yeah," Charlie grimaced. "Angel, do you have any more clothes she can borrow? We should probably go clothes shopping too..."

You sat quietly in the booth, meeting the eyes that were staring at you (Charlie and Angel Dust).

"So, do people fuck in Heaven?" Angel Dust blurted.

You stayed quiet, your cheeks flushing profusely. "Um...Charlie, is--is your father alright?"

"Yeah, he's okay!" Charlie nodded. "He was really rattled when he saw you. Not in a bad way! He was constantly asking about you, wondering if you were okay. He was actually the one who got you into Angel's pajamas."

"That's nice," you smiled. You looked at the water in front of you. "Is the water in Hell...cursed?"

Angel Dust laughed loudly. "Oh, aren't you innocent? It's plain water, toots."

Your face flushed as you took a cautious sip of the water. To your surprise, it was quite nice.

"Did you order anything to eat?" Charlie asked.

"I don't know what any of the food is," you said. "I only recognized bacon, so I ordered a side of that."

"Oh, don't worry, you can have some of mine!" Charlie beamed.

"I'm alright," you shook your head. "I'm not very hungry." You looked up when the waiter came and accepted your food graciously. The bacon looked relatively normal and smelled fine, save for the fact that it was dripping with grease. You took small bites of the piece in your hand, your nails scratching the napkin in your lap.

"If you don't mind me asking," Charlie said, "how did you and my dad meet?"

///

You were sitting on the edge of the small pond in the Garden of Eden, staring curiously at the small, fluffy, yellow creatures swimming about.

"Admiring my creations?" Lucifer laughed, floating down to you.

"What are they?" you asked, staring at the creatures still.

"I call them ducks," Lucifer said as he sat, the smile evident in his voice. "Those are babies. I think I'll call them 'ducklings'. That sounds good, Y/N?"

"Yeah," you smiled, looking up at him. "I like them." You looked back at the ducks. "I think the other angels will like them, don't you think?"

Lucifer sighed nervously. "The higher-ups want me to stop making these new things. They said my ideas were too dangerous. I just think they hate creativity." He laughed.

You chuckled with him. "Well, I certainly don't."

///

"What's your name?" a voice called out, startling you.

Your head snapped up, eyes a little wider now. You stared at the small boy in front of you; his blond hair was nearly white, and he was wearing a white robe that dragged behind him. He looked curious.

"Y/N," you squeaked out. You were both little at that time, but you acted like he was an adult with how nervous you were. "What's yours?"

"Lucifer," he smiled. "But my friends call me Luci. Well, if I had a lot of friends, I bet they would."

"I can call you Luci," you offered.

"Really?" the boy beamed. He skipped over to you and looked down at your toys. "Whatcha playing?"

"I'm making a castle," you said, handing him a blue block. "You can make one. I have dollies, too."

"Is this the princess?" Lucifer picked up a doll with a pink dress. "Does she live in your castle?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "You can make a castle for the prince doll."

"Are the prince and princess in love?" Lucifer asked.

"Probably," you shrugged. "They can have a wedding, too, once he rescues her from the dragon."

"There's a dragon?" Lucifer gasped. "Don't worry, princess, Barnabus the Knight will come to the rescue!"

///

"Childhood friends," you said simply. "We were close before he...you know."

Best friends. Soulmates. Mourners.

"I bet you missed him," Charlie said sympathetically. "I'm sorry about that."

"I was sad then," you said, sipping the water. "I'm fine now."

I'd never wept so hard in my life.

They heard my screams and thought I was being murdered.

"We can have you talk to him when we get back," Charlie offered. "How does that sound?"

"Lovely," you smiled. "That'd be lovely."

You found the door that Charlie had described to you and took a shaky breath before knocking once.

The door slowly creaked open a fraction, and a sliver of an eye could be seen in the crack before the door swung open.

"Y-Y/N," Lucifer gasped. He was trembling, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. Did they always have bags under them?

You both stood there in silence for some time before a gut-wrenching sob ripped itself from your throat. Though it was a habit, you couldn't bear to cover your face; if this was all a dream, you needed to ensure that you could see him for as long as possible. Lucifer's face contorted into a pain-ridden look of sympathy before he sobbed with you, catching you in his arms as you crumpled.

"I missed you," you whispered. "I missed you so much."

"You came back," Lucifer wept, his hand running through your hair as though he believed it to all be fake. "You're back, you're really back."

"I tried to make them listen," you sobbed, pleading, almost. What you were pleading for was unclear even to you. "I swear, I tried to make them understand, but they didn't listen—"

"Shh," Lucifer soothed through his cries. "I know, I know. You always try so hard."

"They never listen," you bit back what felt like a shriek stuck in your throat.

"I know," he whispered. "But I do."

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[thethoriumreactor]

Have a meme because I have no self control

Lucifer just seems like the kinda guy who’d lose his mind over ppl being too hot (our bi short king)

I spent way too much effort on this pls like it ily 🙏

Bonus (radioapple) doodles as always (edit: I. I just realised I forgot Al’s monocle in both doodles. I am dying inside. Why did no one tell me.):

[mybirdis-theradiodemon]

Another one of these bc they are all so silly :)

[falling-star-cygnus]

ONE HAND

LUCIFER GRABBED HIS WHOLE WAIST WITH ONE HAND

[alastor-simp]

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

[faeyuh]

ROSIE APPRECIATION POST BECAUSE SHES MY FAVORITE CANNIBAL AND I WANT HER TO BE MY CARETAKER

also look at how genuinely happy alastor looks in this frame. will never get over them <33

[malkavianiz]

Happy valentine's day!

[zaraaax]

First time drawing Rosie !! Alastor looks a little off here but whatever lol

[techutones]

Guys what if

[klaudia96art]

Charlie Morningstar ♥️🌹

[dewdr0pz-alt]

new chapter is coming soon :)

forever my heaven

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chapter one: the fall

word count: 1.3k

You stood trembling before Heaven's council, Sera's gaze piercing your soul.

How could this happen? Why couldn't they just listen?

"Sera, please, let me-" you started.

"Don't interrupt," another angel hissed. Saint Michael, from what you could tell. The angels sat in their chairs much higher above you, so much that faces were hard to distinguish.

"Do you understand the severity of what you've done?" Sera said coldly. "Attempting to kidnap exterminators? Siding with a criminal?"

"Lucifer isn't a criminal!" you cried, tears burning in your eyes.

"Don't shout," Michael snapped. "You are in no position to use such a tone."

"There is an overpopulation crisis in Hell," Sera sighed. "You know this, Y/N. You were an exterminator yourself."

"I'm ashamed of it," you said bitterly through clenched teeth.

"Be that as it may," Sera said, a twinge of anger in her voice, "you once were reasonable and followed Heaven's rules. And now, here you are, defying our rules." She shook her head. "I'm disappointed, Y/N. You used to have such great potential." When you said nothing, she added, "You may speak."

"Forgive me for my tone," you said, "but how can you all sit here and call yourselves 'superior' when every day, you kill innocent people in Hell?"

"They are not innocent, Y/N," Sera huffed, "that's why they're there."

"You don't know that!" you shouted, your voice cracking at the end as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. "You don't know the life they could've had!" You paused to wipe your cheeks. "I saw children being killed, Sera. Imps and hellhounds being slaughtered, and for what? They did nothing. They were just children, and these 'angels' kill them in cold blood."

"Sinners don't deserve kindness, Y/N," Lute said, flying down to be just above you. "You knew this, you used to kill them."

"Do you know how guilty I felt?" you sobbed. "Killing them while they begged for mercy, trembling in fear. People pleading with me to not kill their loved ones and then shrieking when I was forced to." You moved past Lute. "How can any of you consider yourselves angels when you let this happen? How can you consider yourselves entirely pure when you turn a blind eye to genocide?" You laughed bitterly. "You all fucking disgust me."

"That is enough!" Sera shouted, her voice echoing in the cold room. "Y/N, you have two choices: apologize to this entire court and go back to exterminating like you wish to, or be banished from Heaven. Pick your poison."

"B-banished?" you faltered. "Sera, please, let's-"

"I say banish her," Michael announced. "She chooses to empathize with filth? Let her mingle amongst them."

"Sera, please!" you begged.

Your pleads were met with an empty look from Sera before guards were ordered to remove you.

No.

"Sera, please!" you screamed, thrashing against the guards' grips. "Somebody, please, have mercy! I'm sorry, please, let me live, let me stay!"

"You used to call me your daughter, Sera!" you screamed, the sound so loud your throat hurt after.

Sera whipped around to glare at you, a fire in her eyes unlike anything you've seen before. "Take her away!" she shouted once more. "Let her be with the sinners, since she seems to want nothing more!"

The last thing you saw before you were thrown down were the golden gates of Heaven slamming shut.

And then, everything was black and cold.

You tried to flap your wings, but it did no use, the wind from the speed of your fall ripping off chunks of feathers. You screamed like someone would hear you, shrieking until your scratchy voice gave out almost completely. You closed your eyes and wrapped your wings around your body, prepared for the slam of the ground to rattle your body.

And then you felt...nothing?

You slowly opened your eyes to see the bustling, neon landscape of the Pride ring. Women stood outside of clubs and bars, dressed provocatively with either a cigarette in their mouth or a flask in their hand, offering 'services' to the residents (which made your face flush immensely), store windows were broken either from a robbery or a fight, and gunshots echoed in the distance. You stood up shakily, every fiber in your being feeling like it had been ignited, brushed the dirt and grub off of you before making your way to look for something to keep yourself warm with. Multiple men came up to you, assuming you were also offering services, and you had to say "no thank you!" at least 15 times before you were able to stop someone and ask for directions.

"Excuse me, um...miss?" you guessed. "Do you know of any clothing stores nearby? I need a coat or a cloak of some kind."

"Of course, dear!" the woman smiled, pointed teeth curling into a warm smile. "My word, you look beaten up! I'll take you to Cannibal Town, get you something nice to eat, like fingers or something."

"No, thank you!" you said squeamishly. "I-I'm not hungry, I just need a coat."

"Only if you're sure, dearie," she shrugged. "If you keep walking a bit until you reach those two alleyways, turn left and then make a right. You should be able to find a clothing store down there. Tell 'em Auntie Rosie sent you."

"Okay, thank you so much, miss," you let out a sigh of relief before forcing your sore legs to run, not wanting to be caught up in any sort of crime.

When you did finally reach the clothing store, you staggered up to the counter and weakly said, "I *pant* need a *pant pant* need a coat *pant* Rosie sent me..."

The bunny demon looked at you quizically before shrugging. "Go find whatever you want. It'll be free of charge." She went back to scrolling on her phone and filing her nails. You thanked her before grabbing the first coat you saw, a gray trenchcoat with just enough lining to keep you warm enough. You quickly slipped it on before running out of the store and back to where you had fallen (or where you guessed you had fallen).

"Where in the world am I supposed to go?" you whispered to yourself. You looked over to a club with a pink neon sign reading "Valentino's" with a heart at the end and then looked the other way to see a large tower with a V on the top. You then looked up at a billboard advertising a hotel nearby.

"A hotel, perfect," you smiled weakly before sprinting wherever you could go to look for this hotel.

Why was the Pride ring so massive?

When your body was close to giving up, you stood in front of a large building with multiple levels. You didn't even care at this point if it was or wasn't the hotel, you just wanted rest.

You quite literally crawled up the stairs before knocking on the door, using the knob to pull yourself up.

A chipper-looking blonde girl opened the door, the smile on her face quickly turning into something more concerned when she saw your state.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" she asked frantically, ushering you inside and helping you stand. "What do you need?"

"Is this the Hazbin Hotel?" you asked meekly, your voice a scratchy whisper.

"Yes, it is!" she said proudly. "Are you looking to be redeemed?"

"I just need a bed," you sniffled, close to tears again. "I need to rest, I just need a bed, please-"

"Of course!" she nodded. "Dad! Can you come help?" When there was no response, a taller demon shouted, "Lucifer!"

"Lucifer's here?" you gasped, your eyes as wide as they could be. "Oh my stars, where is he?"

"Oh, he doesn't do autographs," the girl laughed sheepishly.

"No, no, I don't need that," you shook your head, "I just need to-"

You heard a startled gasp from the other side of the room. When you turned to look, he was there. He was really, truly there.

"Lucifer," you smiled before you felt yourself start to tip and everything went black.

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tags: @blueberry-muffin323 @eeeeeemmmmmmyyyy @1m-1nsane @lovevxle @mochamuff1n @back-totheoldhouse

[thethoriumreactor]

The colorblind Alastor headcanon is so fun to think about I made an entire comic page about it pls be proud of me guys

He chose the more vibrant one lol (if image quality is bad pls click on it)

Bonus doods (Alastor admitted the truth):

[lemiheder]

Just sketch guys! :>

[rory-cakes]

Alastor's Birdy

Alastor wasn’t a good man. 

In fact, he was no longer a man at all. 

He was the Radio Demon, an overlord of hell, owner of souls, and host of the Hazbin Hotel. 

The only evidence that he was ever human was the gold band worn around his ring finger. No one seemed to notice it; if they did, they didn’t dare ask. 

Not much was known about the terrifying radio demon. The others at the hotel often wondered about the origins of the great Alastor Altruist. 

Well, not until Mimzy comes along.

“Alastooor, Sweetie, doll-face! So good to see you. How’ve ya been? Good? Good.”

Alastor hugs the small woman while everyone stares in confusion. 

“Listen, I was in the neighborhood! I heard you were staying at this ritzy ditzy slob factory-”

A glint of gold catches the light.

“Oh! By the way, where’s your little birdy?”

Alastor’s who? The confusion only continued to grow in the room. 

“Oh, Mimzy, you know she would never have ended up down here.”

Who are they talking about?

“Ah yes, she was such a kind soul. The best of the best.”

Finally, someone asks. 

“Yo! Lady! Who ya talkin' about?”

“His missus, of course!”

His what?

“YOU WERE MARRIED?!”

Alastor’s eye twitched as private information about his life came to light.

“I am married; we never divorced.”

Everyone stared in disbelief. How could anyone marry Alastor, of all people? 

Wait-

“You said she would never have ended up down here. Does that mean that your wife is in heaven? Is she an angel?”

“Charlie, don’t be ridiculous! No one that good could have married him!” 

Mimzy pipes up,

“She’s right. Y/n Altruist was too good for the world and sang like a canary!” 

That she did…

“I fell in love with you the first time I looked into

Them there eyes

You've got a certain little cute way of flirtin' with

Them there eyes”

All eyes gazed upon the stage. His little birdy was much like him in how they entranced others with their voices. If all he heard for the rest of eternity was that beautiful song of hers, then he could die a happy man. 

“They make me feel happy

They make me blue

No stallin', I'm fallin'

Going in a great big way for sweet little you”

It was never supposed to last. It was just for a while to make him seem more normal. To hide his less than socially acceptable hobbies. But she was light, and he was a moth to a flame. As he felt the weight of the box in his hand he wondered how someone like him got blessed with someone like her. 

“My heart is jumpin', you sure started something with

Them there eyes

You'd better watch them if you're wise

They sparkle, they bubble

They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble

You're overworkin' them, there's danger lurkin' in

Them there eyes”

Her eyes brightened as they landed on him sitting at his usual table in the back. He was done with work early and had come to pick her up so they could walk home together. 

“I fell in love with you the first time I looked into

Them there eyes

You've got a certain little cute way of flirtin' with

Them there eyes” 

HIS. She was his. He was hers. They were each others.

The only proof that Alastor was ever human was the gold band around his ring finger.

A/N: Here's the fic lol @mag-chan

part 2

[janimay-sprout-cloud]

~ It s-s-s-starts with sorry. A slightly different version. What an irony it would be, what a character growth for Sir Pentiuos!

[alastor-simp]

Alastor with a female reader who is selectively mute Part 1

I always wanted to know how Alastor would react to a demon character like this or who is similar to Komi-san from Komi Can't communicate, so this is going to be my take on it.

**First Meeting**

Your arrival in hell wasn't a pleasant one. Literally the second you fell, you were approached by demons left and right, either trying to rob you or offering to sleep with you. Yelling at them would have been easy, but you were a very anxious person to the point you were mute with everyone you encountered. Surprisingly, you were able to run away from the unwanted problems you faced in hell, and was able to come across a flyer that was taped to one of the alley walls. "Come stay at the Happy Hotel" it read, and you figured that it might be a good place to stay for a while and try to make a sense of what you could do now that you were in hell. Having followed the map that was on the other side of the flyer, you were able to come across the hotel, but the neon sign was different then what the paper said, but you figured they probably were remodeling it.

The hotel was huge, it was plastered with neon signs, but also had a radio tower on one side, a large fish like contraption, and a pirate ship. "Amazing" you thought to yourself as you made your way closer to the door, and lightly knocked. A cheery voice was heard on the other side and soon the door opened to reveal a pretty, blonde girl. She had devilish features, but a very adorable baby face, and her smile was quite cute as well. "Oh! Hello! My name is Charlie Morningstar. How may I help you?", she said to you with big bright eyes, as she was patiently waiting for your response. Clenching your jaw, feelings of anxiety began to well up in your stomach, but you bared with it and simply held up the hotel poster in front of Charlie. Charlie was a little curious about your strange response, but she put the pieces together that you were wanting to stay at the hotel. "SQUEAL!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING!", she said as she threw her arms around you in a bear hug, then letting you go as she pulled you into the hotel.

The inside of the hotel was nice, but needed some remodeling, but you liked it overall. Looking around, you noticed the other demons that were in the hotel. A mini demon was zipping around in a cute dress, cleaning the ceiling with a duster, a cat like demon was chugging a bottle of booze at the bar, and a very tall spider was standing next to the record player, picking out a song. Stopping what they were doing, they all turned to look at you, curiously. Nervous, you raised your hand at them, signifying a hello. The cat demon just nodded his head and continue chugging, while the fast demon zipped in front of you, waving back with a smile, before zooming away to finish cleaning. The tall spider gave you a wink, as they walked to the bar and took a seat. "Vaggie! We have another patron!" Charlie said, as she yelled out next to you, while also leading you to one of the lobby couches to have a seat. As Charlie walked away, your eyes began to scan around the hotel, taking in every detail, and also glancing at the portraits hanging on the wall with Charlie and what looked to be her parents.

"Why Hello there! Who might you be?", a static voice said, as you looked up to see a red suit man with a very sharp smile standing in front of you, leaning down to place his face closer to yours. He was dressed to the nines in a red striped coat, along with a monocle and bow-tie. He also appeared to be holding a microphone staff? Was he a singer by chance? Realizing you were getting distracted, you just nodded your head at the man, and pointed to the poster, similar to what you did with Charlie. The man raised an eyebrow, as he continued to lean closer, most likely waiting for your answer, as his smile got wider, almost breaking his face.

**Alastor POV**

Alastor's eyes continued to stare at the quiet demon, who was holding the poster and kept tapping against it frantically. Amused, Alastor leaned closer, while moving his staff to tap against her chin: "Something wrong my dear? Cat got your tongue?" Alastor watched as the demon remained silent, but he could tell by their eyes that they were nervous, oh how entertaining. "Oh Alastor! So nice of you to show up! This is our new patron who just arrived at the hotel", Alastor heard, as he turned to see Charlie smiling at him, while dragging Vaggie by the hand. Leaning back from his position, Alastor continued to gaze at you while turning back to Charlie. "Ah! So this wayward sinner is here to stay at the hotel! Excellent!" Alastor beamed, as he look down at you, while you shifted in your seat.

**Your POV**

You started to feel a little uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on you, making you clench your hands on your lap. You noticed the other demon next to Charlie. She had long grey hair, and only one of her eyes was showing. She did give you a hard gaze when she saw you, but it softened after few minutes. As she came closer to you, she waved her hand as a hello, while also asking what your name was. You stayed silent, as the butterflies in your stomach made you feel like you wanted to vomit, as everyone was watching you, waiting for your answer. "Whats the matter with you, toots? You deaf or something?", The spider demon had taken a seat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your neck with one of his arms, while poking your cheek with his other hand. Freezing up, you felt your eyes start to water, and you started to slightly shake. Charlie noticed your reactions and bent down on her knees to gaze at you, asking if you were alright. Taking a slow deep breath, you nodded then made a notion with your hands asking for something to write on. Charlie quickly got up and ran to the desk to grab a large notepad and pen, before coming back to you. Once you had the notepad, you began to write down what you wanted to say, before turning the notepad around for everyone to see, while giving them a shy smile:

"Hello my name is Y/N. I just arrived in Hell a few minutes ago and I saw your poster and wanted to stay here. I'm sorry for not responding to you guys normally, but I am selectively mute, I'm sorry again. Its very nice to meet all of you!"

Everyone around you slowly read the notepad and all turned back to look at you. Charlie and Vaggie looked very apologetic, the spider just shrugged his shoulders, the mini one just continued to smile at you, but more softly this time, and the cat demon just continued to drink from the bar. The man in red, or Alastor as they called him, continued to smile at you, seeming unfazed by what you wrote, but you noticed his eyes soften a bit, but he made sure to hide it from the others. "Oh! I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable." Charlie began to bow her head, but you waved your hands, letting her know it was alright. Charlie raised her head, and soon her frown turned back into a bright smile: "Oh yes, let me introduce everyone! This is Vaggie, my girlfriend. The spider next to you is Angel Dust. Niffty is the small cute one. Husk is the one at the bar, and this is Alastor." You listened to all of the names Charlie said, and looked at everyone, while smiling and nodding your head. Angel Dust smirked while looking at you, turning you head to look at him: "You're quite a cutie aren't ya? I bet your voice sounds very sexy." Angel continued to wrap his arms around you, continuing to flirt with you, until Alastor's staff smacked him on the head. "Now my good fellow! It's not proper to talk that way to a lady! Please kindly remove yourself from them!" Alastor said, as he gazed at Angel, smiling still, but it looked more menacing this time. Angel let you go, while rubbing his head: "Satan F*** Al! You didn't have to hit me with that thing!" Vaggie then yelled at them both to be quiet, as she walked over to front desk and grabbed what looked like to be a room key. She walked back and handed it to you, telling you that your room is on the fourth floor and you can go up there and get settled. Nodding your head as a thank you, you began to walk over to one of the elevators and made your way to your room.

Arriving in your room, you scanned around the interior. The room had some dust and cobwebs, but a little cleaning would help with that. The room was decorated in a maroon red, with a large bed with black sheets, two large windows with curtains, a bathroom and a very wide closet. It almost felt like you got the home suite, which made you feel guilty as you really didn't need a extravagant room like this. Still in thought, you were alerted by a rhythmic knock on your door. Walking over, you looked in the peephole to see Al standing there with his big smile. Opening the door, you nodded your head at Alastor, as he smiled down at you. "Hello again my dear! I was wondering if you had time to chat!"

***Alastor POV***

The quiet sinner nodded her head at Al, while opening the door, allowing me to come in. How adorable! He thought, while making his over to the center of the room and turning back to look at them. "Now my dear! I am here wanting to apologize for how I acted in the lobby! I wasn't behaving like a proper gentleman and I understand if I made you uncomfortable, so let me offer you my sincerest apologies! Let's start over from the beginning, shall we?" Alastor bowed his head a bit, as a sign of him apologizing, and extending his hand out in a handshake. You appeared taken aback in Alastor's eyes, ,but you gave him a soft smile and shook his hand. Once you finished shaking hands, you grabbed the notepad and pen again and began to write to Al, as he gazed at you, wondering what you were writing before you turned the notepad around. Alastor leaned closer, and began to read the message:

"It is alright, Alastor. There is no need for you to apologize. And besides, I'm the one that should apologize for not answering your question when you asked me."

Alastor finished reading, and turned his eyes towards you. His sharp smile slowly turned into a soft grin and his glowing eyes had softened. "Don't worry about that my dear! Now I take it since you will have just arrived in Hell, you are lacking some necessities correct?" Alastor had moved away from you, as he continued to talk while walking around your room. Turning back to you, you gave him a small nod. "Then we will head to the city! Me and Charlie can accompany you! What do you think?" he said, as he turned back to you, with his large grin coming back. Nodding your head at Alastor was his indication that you accepted. Smiling wider, Alastor turned back to you, as he made his way to your door. "It feels that I have extended my stay, so I will leave you be darling! Do make yourself comfortable!" he said, as turned his head back to you. Pulling out the pad again, you wrote down another message and showed it to Al.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome my dear! Have a pleasant evening! Also don't forget to head to the kitchen later! My mother's famous jambalaya is on the menu for tonight! So good, it nearly killed her! HAHA!" , Laughing out his response, Al watched as he saw you give him a smile, a real smile this time. "My! What a gorgeous smile!" He thought, as he bid you adieu and made his way back to the lobby. As he made his way back, Alastor stopped and thought about you. Puzzling was a word he used to describe you. He had never encountered a sinner down here who chose to not speak while having the ability to do so. He mostly assumed you were terrified of him, due to his status as "The Radio Demon. Most feared overlord in Hell.", but that wasn't the case. Something about you made him feel odd, hell he even apologized to you, which he would never do given his massive pride/ego, so he wondered why. Seeing you write on the notepad and apologizing for not responding normally, made his heart ache. Why should you apologize for something like that? Realizing he had stopped in the middle of the hallway, he carried on back to the others, still thinking about you and also how would your voice sound when you spoke out loud. Alastor smiled wider, as he thought you were going to be a very special and entertaining sinner here at the hotel.

Part 2 of the story is Here