#but ever since i realized that this has been stuck in my head. so itts been there for almost a year

[angelic-serenade]

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request: 🌟 Hellou!! I love ur work!! ❤️❤️❤️ Is it possible tó ha e a Alastor and younger(like 4 years younger) reader who have nightmares of his death sonetimes, cause she saw itt Back then, and go to big bother Alastor for comfort? 🦌

requested by: anon

a/n: okay so this was supposed to be a quick one-shot but my hand slipped and I wrote 9500+ words instead. oops. anyway, I hope this meets your expectations, enjoy!

gif, original work and characters do not belong to me

pairing: Alastor x sister! reader

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

warnings: mentions of death, bit of angst, traumatic events, toxic relationship if you squint, Alastor being Alastor but softer for reader

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It never rained down in Hell, no matter how ardently you had sometimes wished to feel the drops pouring down your robes. Even during your longest nights, the ones haunted by nightmares and long-forgotten memories resurfacing at your weakest, it would never rain like it did in those Gothic Novels your darling brother used to read you back in the day: you were no virtuous protagonist and never would the skies cry for your misery. It was probably one of the worst downsides of being stuck in Hell for all eternity: the equally eternal blood red sky forever looming over your head, serving as a reminder of your infernal punishment.

When you'd wake up in the middle of the night, after a particularly vivid nightmare, there was no pouring rain to muffle the sound of your hopeless wailings, no thunder to distract your spinning mind from its panic. Therefore, you found yourself continously seeking comfort from the only person you held dear to your now dead cold heart: Alastor, The Radio Demon, whom you had the privilege to refer to as your darling brother (at least in the privacy of your own bedchamber) - older brother to be precise, even if only by a few years. You had always been extremely fond of your sibiling, looking up to him as a role model - definitely not your wisest decision since it had landed you among the sinners of Hell. That's not to say you had any regrets, Heaven seemed like an awfully dreadful and boring place if you were to be completely honest.

Alastor, on his part, had affectionately doted on you back on the surface, taking his little sweetling under his protective wing as if his sole purpose in life had been to take care of you. As a consequence, on more occasions than you cared to remember, you had felt utterly asphixiated by your brother's undivided attention all your life, and quarrels had been a daily occurrence whenever his protective behavior clashed with your own desire for freedom. Your lovely mother had always been there to try and defuse your heated altercations, the poor woman; your dear brother and you, however, both shared the same stubbornness and desire to prevail on others, so that whenever your strong personalities came to oppose, trouble was always certain to follow suit.

You wished you'd appreciated his concerns more when you had been given the chance. Now in the afterlife, shows of affection were hard to come by. Mayhap that had been the worst punishment inflicted upon you after death: the privilege of having your dear brother by your side without actually being able to cherish and bask in his caring regards. Mayhap the illustrious Dante had been right in his musings all along: the law of retaliation had taken away from you the one thing you had never really appreciated in life, making you realize just how much you had taken for granted. Now that your brother had become Hell's greatest menace, an overlord to make things worse, weakness in any shape or form could and would not be tolerated under any circumstance, for both his and your sake.

Luckily, no demon in the seven circles suspected that the feared Radio Demon had any siblings to begin with, thanks to Alastor's foresight.

Your identity was to be kept secret at all costs in order to avoid undesired repercussions. If anyone were to even suspect you had any kind of connection to the Radio Demon - Alastor had told you - overlords and lesser demons alike would be at your throat in the span of a heartbeat. If given the chance, no enemy of his would ever hesitate to stoop as low as to attack him were it hurt the most, where he was most vulnerable. And that chance, he was not willing to give any time soon. You both had already died once and you were not keen on repeating the experience.

So you had followed his every order ever since your fall into the pits, leading a life death away from your darling brother and his chaotic ways - the one thing he hadn't been able to prevent in life -, keeping a low profile as a common denizen of Hell. Alastor would unsuspiciously check up on you every now and then, but his visits had been as rare as it was to see an angel in Hell - seeing him once a year was truly an unfair torture. Time went by and you grew more and more lonely as you mostly kept to yourself and wasted your days away in a nice apartment away from prying eyes. You were a nobody in Hell, and that was how things were meant to be.

Things changed when Alastor unexpectedly showed up at your doorstep for the second time in a year, blabbering about the newest project he'd involved himself with. His words betrayed unusual enthusiasm, a mood you had learned to be usually spurred on by the prospect of carnage and bloodshed or his precious radio broadcasts. Whenever he came to see you, he always showered you in gifts and praise, but it had been centuries since you had seen your brother so excited over... anything, really. Therefore, witnessing his cheeriness brought a genuine smile on your face. You were a little jealous you weren't the reason why he felt so giddy, but you couldn't complain as spending time with him was the greatest gift you could ever ask for these days. So when he told you you'd be moving into this phantomatic Hazbin Hotel, where he'd be staying for a while as well, you were impossibly ecstatic. Alastor had gently caressed your cheek and, in one of his rare moments of tenderness, softened his voice as if to lull you away:

“My dear, it has always pained me so to leave you here to your lonesome, but I am certain you understand that I always ever meant to protect you from harm.”

Unexpectedly, as most of his actions were, your dear brother spun you around into his arms as if he were coaxing you into a dance - which would probably be the case, knowing him. His words were impossibly haughty now, as if a switch had gone off in his mind:

“But now sweetling, now the time has come to finally put an end to this painful arrangement. You'll be joining me at this whimsical Hazbin Hotel our dear princess is so enthusiastic about!”

You knew better than to question Alastor and his ways, so you simply nodded your approval, glad to finally be able to leave that god forsaken apartment you had been locked in for far more than you cared to admit. And so you moved to the hotel - still keeping your true identity a secret, mind you. You were introduced as one of Alastor's acquantances, much like both Niffty and Husk were. Nobody questioned your unexpected presence and Charlie (much more than everybody else) welcomed you with opened arms into her precious hotel. When you offered to lend a hand with whatever she needed, she was utterly ecstatic. All in all, you were quick to adapt to the new situation.

The new accommodation, however, brought about quite a lot of new issues as well.

Spending so much time with Astor, for one, even if pretending not to be as close as siblings should be, awakened long forgotten memories about your life on Earth, most of which you would have preferred to keep locked away. During your very busy days, you were able to distract yourself from your scattered thoughts and memories; at night, however, your subconscious relentlessly haunted you in the form of nightmares and there was nothing you could really do to prevent it.

It was inevitable that you'd start losing sleep, as the only way to evade the cage that your mind had become was not to sleep at all. Astor had grown increasingly worried about your sleep-deprived state, even if he tried not to show it, masking his concern with his usual smile and charming talks:

“You will chase away any potential patrons looking so disheveled and shabby, my dear. Charlie will surely be heartbroken.”

You wouldn't have put it past him to manipulate you through guilt, but you knew that Alastor was truly worried about your health. His gaze, cryptic to most, felt all too familiar to you, just like the expressiveness of his smile held no secrets from you anymore. Needless to say, as fond of him as you were, you tried to sleep once again.

Then one night everything changed: it had been the worst night of your undead life, and the best one too.

The deafening sound of gunshots had echoed through your unconscious mind, increasingly loud footsteps and dogs barking so loud that you subconsciously jerked in your sleep. A call to your name, desperate, hopeless and scared. You saw him, his beautiful maroon eyes that had once only pooled in fondness for you, now dark and miserable. But they held promise too, a promise to fulfill maybe someday, in another life.

“I'm sorry (Y/N)”

His smile had dropped.

So had you.

You woke up screaming, trashing about in your bed. Sweat clung to your brow, your mind in a frenzied panic searched for something concrete and real to cling to. Was your brother alright? Satan, you hoped so. He had to be, he couldn't leave you again, you had to go to him, to see him, you didn't want to lose him again, you wouldn't bear the pain - you almost tripped in the bedsheets as you scrambled to the door.

When you arrived to Alastor's door, you had yet to calm down. You rapidly knocked on the hard wood, agitation evident in both your jerky movements and shivering hands.

“Alastor, Alastor, please. Open up. It's me” you desperately whispered.

As the door gently opened, your brother stepped into the darkness of the hallway and you unceremoniously flung yourself to him, clinging to his neck as if it were your lifeline. Your tears wet his robes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to apologize. You felt like you had almost lost him again after all those years of seclusion.

But he was alive and he was with you. That's all you could hope for and far more than you thought you deserved.

Alastor uncharacteristically started to pat your head, as if trying to console you even though he had little to no experience in that area. His movements were uncertain, but as you lifted your head from his chest to gaze into his eyes, you realized no words would ever convey as much affection as Alastor's eyes did in that brief moment. His smile never faltered - even if it had become a bit strained - but you hadn't expected it to. It made you smile through your tears, despite yourself. You realized in that moment you'll forever be the only one allowed to touch Alastor without eliciting his wrath. That fact alone enough for you to truly appreciate the amount of control he'd give up in order to comfort you. He gently brought you to his bed and sat you down next to him.

“Are you quite alright sister dear? You know, those awful tears don't suit you at all! I rather much prefer your blinding smile!”

You smiled wider this time, for him, to let him know that you were indeed grateful.

“Oh, now that wasn't so difficult, was it?”

When he kissed your forehead, you almost broke up crying once again: it had been so long since you and your brother had been so close. The gesture warmed your long dead heart and you tried to return the favor by kissing his cheek. Nobody had ever been that intimate with the Radio Demon and lived to tell the tale, but in that moment he was no demon of hell: he was just Alastor, your dear brother who had doted on you in life and kept protecting you in death too - even though his ways weren't the most orthodox.

“I missed you Al. Please, don't ever leave me again.”

“I most certainly shall not, my sweet little darling. It's a promise.”

You were glad he let you stay with him for the rest of the night. No words were needed as he brought you close and took your hands into his. You both laid on the bed, in a rare moment of peace and quiet. It reminded you of your childhood on Earth and how you'd always sneak out of your room during the night to sleep next to him - you had always been afraid of the dark after all. Only in your adulthood had you learned that there are worse things than darkness one should fear.

After eons of suffering and terrible loneliness, everything finally fell into its rightful place.

Alastor was safe and so were you.

That was all that mattered.

[hideandseaking]

last time on the game show from hell??? you can read what has previously happened here

Pap and SUCC, with Hana still stuck in a bag, go into the woods to find Lady MacBeth

They immediately find Duke, Jutopa’s character, who has since been healed and fed and was sent to wander around the woods to find the group

As they’re walking, Pap sees some bushes rustle and fucking books it

Duke follows him bc he smells a skunk

SUCC, with no fear, decides to confront the skunks

He then eats one and transforms to have its powers, and then mauls it’s friend

“Nikky, what powers do I get as a skunk?” “Well, you get a claw, the ability Scent, and an anal spray”

SUCC continues forward, eventually spraying a brown bear in the face and continuing on his way while the bear agonized in pain

Pap and co. try to find SUCC and instead run into the bear...

In which the bear tries to anihhilate Pap and Duke, but Duke shot it in the face so it’s all goodie

Hana Doku while this is happening: “IF YOU LET ME OUT OF THE BAG, I’LL HELP YOU”

After the bear died, Pap tries to retrieve the knife he threw at its stomach

And Hana jumps out in an attempt to escape

Until Pap catches her

“I’m going to eat Hana” “Are you serious?”

Pap eats Hana until Hana blasts water inside of his mouth; forcing it open so she can escape

Cue Hana escaping with Pap chasing Hana and Duke chasing Pap

Hana jumps up a tree and Pap follows up the tree and eventually catches her but fails his dex roll and topples down the tree

SUCC, who decided to wait in a tree for them, jumps down when he hears them and watches the madness

Pap, still having a firm grip on Hana, is tempted to kill her

“Say you’re sorry” “Yea, sorry.” “no, do it better” “Yea, yea, sorry.” “???? REALLY?”

Thus, Hana gives the most insincere apology ever but Pap failed his opposing roll so he accepted it tho begrudgingly

The four decide to make camp in a clearing: SUCC digs a moat (??? idk why), Hana and Pap separately try to find bugs to eat (they both find grubs), and Duke attempts to build a campfire

While they’re all sitting around the fire and eating, they’re attacked by two long worms

ITT: Everyone runs up a tree to hide from the worms while SUCC demolishes them as a skunk boi

After killing them, Hana cooks up the worms and apparently they slightly taste like bacon

MEANWHILE WITH LADY MACBETH

She is awaken by a pastel pink dragon

Whose name is Romeo

And she thinks she’s Juliet

“Are you Romeo?” “Um, yes?” “No, like, MY romeo!” “Um.... I’m not sure?” “Uhg, forget it.”

Anyway.... LM explains that she has amnesia and tries to explain the game show to Romeo, and he offers to help her

He takes her to his cave where she cleans up in a waterfall

And when she emerges, she sees Romeo flying back in with two dead moose for them to eat

“I think I should be disgusted at this. Cause aren’t I a human? Or I at least think I am? Is that too much for me?” “How about we roll Composure to see if you’re disgusted?” “Okay. ... I got 0 Successes.” Oh yea, this is disgusting.”

LM instead eats all the apples that Romeo owns, then makes a plan to find her friends

“I really need to find my friends. Especially Hana. She’s my best friend. She’d never lie to me, so I need to find her especially.”

They wait until dusk, when the group would stop moving around, and Romeo takes off into the air and waits for LM to take off too

Except she failed her fly roll and topples down a mountainside

Luckily Romeo caught her before she could hurt herself

[insert the group teasing Ally about Romeo catching “Juliet”]

They decide to fly together and while flying Romeo asks some questions

“Are you sure you’re a human?” “Yes! Hana told me!” “Cause I mean... Humans who turn into Dragons usually retain some sort of smell. And you...” “What? What are you saying?” “Well... you just smell like a regular dragon...” “....I need to sit down.”

LM starts to have a break down bc she’s realized that she might have been lied to

“I feel so hot omg. I need to take off this cape.”

She tries but the cape wont budge. Then Romeo tries and it detaches itself and then sticks on him.

Romeo is suddenly amnesic and LM gets all her memories back

And LM is FUCKING PISSED

She gets Romeo to fly with her to find her “friends” and spots a campfire in the distance

Hana and the others hear the flapping of wings in the sky while eating the worm, and when they look up they see LM in the sky

She drops down and scopes in on Hana, and immediately stomps on her

Hana is trying to plead with her the whole entire time but to no avail

LM tries to frost breath her, but sine it fails, she opts to eat her whole

Hana spends most of this encounter trying to climb out of LM’s esophagus by sticking her arrows into it, and using acid touch to try to burn her to throwing up

SUCC tries to please with LM: “You should let her go.” “NO SHE LIED TO ME. SHE LIED ABOUT PAP, THE ONLY ONE WHO I ACTUALLY LIKE AND TRUST. WHY SHOULD I LET HER GO?” “Because she said she was sorry. And as the leader, I think it’s okay to let her go.” “NEVER.”

SUCC suddenly decides that this isnt his business an decides to take a walk into the woods

Pap is inwardly cheering about this and goes to find herbs to heal LM from the frog toxins when this is all over

Duke and Romeo are SHOOK and Duke decides to try to appeal to LM

By offering up Hana Doku as her servant

Duke and LM make a LOT of persuasion rolls until LM decides to give in

By throwing up all over Duke

Hana tries to work her way out of being LM’s servant but LM rolls an intimidate check to get her to take the cape off of Romeo

“Nikky, am I scared?” Well... You feel very compelled to be her servant and take the cape off now.” “Compelled, or intimidated?” “You’re compelled by intimidation.”

Hana takes the cape off Romeo and Hana loses her memories while Romeo gains them back and congratulates LM on eating Hana

Hana realizes she almost got eaten and tries to get out of this, but LM threatens her with more eating

Romeo flies off and the group decides they’re going to kill the head honcho of the village later that night

They fly on LM’s back to the village, and LM and Hana stay outside while Duke, Pap, and SUCC go on in

They find town hall, and SUCC being the only one who can fit inside, goes in

As a skunk, SUCC immediately uses his anal spray all over the lobby, or as Jutopa stated it “shit on the desk”

He then goes into the back where he hears coughing and follows it until he finds a hawk person

And immediately tries to kill them

The hawk ends up kicking SUCC into a wall, knocking him out

And stumbles outside, still coughing

Where Pap clocks him in the head with his staff, and thus killing him

And suddenly the numbers above their heads normally indicating that they’ve completed a challenge show up

And then they turn red

And they’re not teleported

They’re still in round 4

And that’s all! I take forever to do these cause that was two weeks ago and we’re having another session tonight. :’) What will happen this time? Who knows~