MASTERLIST

Original or not, it was still fun to write!

Alastor came down to the club like any other Friday night. Normally these visits passed in a whirl as the joint remained all night with jovial noises like the clinking of full glasses and loud laughter. That night, however, was different in one small yet significant way. Amid the dim lighting and senseless chatter that most men seemed to be the reason for while their female companions sat in aloofness, there was brightness onstage that Alastor couldn't look away from. The brightness came in the form of you in an alluring red ensemble singing about the fleeting nature of material wealth and the relationships that come and go with it.

With a voice like yours, Alastor felt he might need to check your back for wings. He settled for asking about you.

"Mimzy, who is that delectable creature?" He said to his friend who sat with him at their usual table. His eyes never left the lovely singer onstage, so Mimzy couldn't help but feel smug as she answered him. "That's Y/N, the newest talent here. They've got quite a set of pipes on them, huh?"

"Indeed..." was all Alastor could mutter, continuing to stare at you dazedly. You had finished the Vaudeville-blues-style song you started with and were about to slow things down with a softer tune about not knowing what to do after your love was gone.

Before this second song, however, Alastor could've sworn you peered over at his table and met his eyes. You must've because as he smiled, you winked before returning your attention to everyone else. The men had hollered at your sultry act and went nuts at the flirtatious move you pulled that was only meant for him.

He wasn't too pleased about this attention you were receiving from others. This was the first time such a thing had happened to him. There was an overwhelming desire to possess you. The shortness of breath and flooding through his body had him understand this was classic jealousy at play. When you gave him that quick wink and tiny smile that was met with such ungentlemanly calls, he was ready to kill anyone who touched you, who tried to take you away from him.

Nothing was going to stop him from owning you.

I really want to practice more of my Alastor writing so if y’all have any requests for him, please feel free to send them my way!

This is based on Gomez and Morticia's Meet Cute from the 1960s series, so this will be more them than Wednesday. I hope you still like it Nonnie!

Alastor admired Y/N from across the room as she played with her pet cat. The feline was a rather darling thing that Alastor, himself, enjoyed spending time with. He couldn't understand why the others were weary of her simply because she was a lion. Surely there were more hellish creatures down here than an adorable, carnivorous creature.

"Alastor!" Y/N chirped as Alastor approached her and her pet. "I wanted to thank you again for letting Kitty Cat in your room to do some hunting. It's been so long since she's done so properly!"

"Of course, sweetheart," Alastor replied, bending down to give Kitty Cat's ear a small scratch. "She's welcome, any time. As long as she shares her findings."

"Oh, absolutely! She's very good at sharing. I should know..." She emphasized this with a small giggle and a quick wipe to the corner of her mouth which had some blood leftover from that day's breakfast.

Alastor wasn't sure what to think of this new hotel resident, at first, thinking she was just any other delusional sinner who believed she had a shot at redemption. The more they spent time together, however, the more he learned about her and her various quirks he couldn't help but find endearing. With having so much in common, she couldn't possibly want to be redeemed deep down, right? She must be here for the entertainment, such as himself.

"Kitty Cat and I are planning on going into town to walk off our breakfast if you'd care to join us," Y/N said. She lifted up a dismembered doll for him to see. He noticed that the doll's head was chopped off perfectly. "We can bury my dolls, too. They hardly work as substitutes for the real thing, but I'm meant to behave. They'll have to do, for now."

Surely this wasn't love he was feeling! What else could explain this warm, fuzzy feeling though?

Associating A Few Of My Favorite Hazbin Hotel Songs With My MCU OCs:

Hell’s Greatest Dad - Steve and Loki fighting over Daisy’s affection

More Than Anything - 100% Marc and Marcy Spector! Like Charlie and Lucifer, their relationship hasn’t always been the smoothest, but there’s definitely love between them as they continue to try to be there for one another.

Out For Love - Bucky offering Jack words of wisdom about the things he should be fighting for

Hello Sweetie...

Pairing: Alastor x GN!Reader

A small drabble based on this incorrect quote. Thanks @travelleryani

for the request! Hope you enjoy it!

Alastor left you seven years ago, and you knew that your marriage was in trouble. Even though you knew that he was always on the move, you tried to keep the relationship alive. You were tempted to check out the Hazbin Hotel after learning Alastor was staying there. You were aware of the rumors about him staying near Pentagram City, but you did not believe them. He would likely have already left by now.

Upon reaching the hotel, you thought that it was empty. As you made your way toward the entrance, you saw Alastor's radio tower. Your heart raced as you realized that he was still there, and you felt dread as you approached the building.

You didn't expect your spouse to open the door and you were surprised by how he looked to you. Even though time changed him somewhat, he still had that mischievous glint in his eye, which was something you had always treasured.

"Hello, sweetie," Alastor said, his voice soft and gentle.

Part 2?

Thanks sweetie! I know we don't talk as often as we used to, but you're still a great friend and hope you're doing well!

Message me whenever you get the chance!

POV: You're Alastor's estranged partner who hasn't seen him in the 7 years he was gone and visited the hotel when you heard the rumors he was staying there.