A Toast~ Part 2

A Toast~ Part 2

Alastor x reader

A/n- Okay I’m back! I’m so happy y’all are enjoying my small little Alastor Idea. I promise Alastor will meet you soon. I think I’m going to make two versions, one fem reader and one g!n reader. Anywho, if you have any questions you can chat me or go to my page to ask. As always, Dove

Warnings: Cursing, Angel being Angel (flirting), alcohol.

(N/N) = nickname, (Y/N) = Your name, (L/N)= last name, (f/d)= favorite drink

Part 1

Part 2 *already here!*

Part 3

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▪️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~▪️ The gravel beneath you gave a satisfying crunch as you walked up a Broken sidewalk. Damn turf wars. You say angrily to yourself. You were on your way to the Happy hotel, we’re they tried to redeem sinners so not everyone would die at extermination. Was it really possible? You had to act fast. If it was possible (not implying you believe it is) then you wanted to be the first one. You approached the tall building, it’s red tinted walls complimenting the red sky of hell nicely. The neon sign on top read, “Hazbin Hotel”. Wha- never mind. You quickened your pace. Once you reached the big wooden doors you knocked. There were obviously people inside, you could hear talking. Then shuffling, and footsteps. The door found open in a flash which somewhat startled you. There, in all of her bubbly royal glory, was the princess of hell.

“He-“ you were immediately cut off by her slamming the door. “That was quite rude.” You mumble to your self and knock again.

This time it was opened by a “moth” girl. Though she resembled a moth somewhat, she had this aura around her. She had grey hair and a X on her left eye.

“What do you want.” The girl said angrily.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to talk to the princess.” You reply cooly.

“I do mind. Please state your business.” She said holding a spear to your chin.

You chuckled and lowered the spear.

“Charming. Now my business involves the princess so please, If I could speak. I’d like to know more about your hotel.” You plastered a strained smile on your face, Gripping your cane tighter.

Oh did I forget to mention, your cane is a Legit murder weapon? It somewhat resembles a potion bottle on top (or whatever you want). You can turn it into a sword and slice peoples heads off. It’s the best way to kill.

“Oh.” The moth girl says. She opens the door hesitantly and lets you inside, still clutching the spear in one hand.

Your presence did not go unnoticed. All heads turned your way. One head of an especially famous person that you loved dearly.

“Heya (N/N)!” Your spidery friend said with a wave.

“Angie!” You said, walking over and hugging him. His four arms wrapped around you welcomingly.

You went to the annual overlord ball one year and Valentino decided to bring his pet. You two pretty much had one long conversation and became friends.

”What brings ya to the Hotel?” Angel asks.

“Curiosity mostly.” You reply.

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After The princess insisted on you calling her Charlie, which you knew would not happen for a while, Angel proceeds to ask you a bigilloin questions about you, how many sinners you’ve killed, your love life.

“Angel dust, I love you but sometimes you need to shut up.” You threaten after he asks you if you have a crush.

Love had always been a hard topic after you died. You visited earth a few months later and found out your current boyfriend/girlfriend (before you died obviously) poisoned you for your money. You, let’s say you never had any feelings after that. You hoped that they would drop down here and you could rip them to shreds while their still alive.

“Wouldn't that be great.” A grumpy cat, bird, Cat bird, said from behind the bar that sat tucked away in the corner. He stared at you with a emotionless face and continued wiping at a glass.

“But you love it when I talk Husky~” Angel said leaning over the speckled countertop.

“Screw off” Husk pushed Angel of the counter and flipped him off.

You looked to the cat, ignoring Angel failing attempts to seduce the Grumpy sinner.

“(F/D) please.” You said. You turned to Charlie after getting your drink from Husk. “Please tell me more about your Hotel.”

Charlie then jumped from the couch where she was sitting next to the moth girl.

“Well I’m Charlie, the owner. And this is Vaggie, my girlfriend.” She pointed to moth girl.

“Take a deep breath, hun.” Vaggie sighed.

Charlie took a deep breath and continued talking.

“Well that’s Husker, our barteneder. Nifty is our housekeeper. And Angel is our first patron.” Charlie then inhailed again and continued speaking. “We do have our manager but he’s somewhere… Well at the Hazbin Hotel we work on redeeming sinners so they don’t get brutally murdered at extermination.”

“Doin’ great hun.” Vaggie gave Charlie a thumbs up.

“What gets a sinner redeemed?” You questioned. This had genuinely peaked your curiosity.

“Well we only know a little. Just that you act selfless, and act nice…?” The princess said.

Interesting, they didn’t know how someone got in.

“Well I’m amazed. If you would like, I’d like to help with your ‘Project’.” You remark standing and setting your drink on the counter. “I could be a valuable asset. I have a reputation and not a preferably nice one. I could guard your hotel for a simple fee…”

“We are NOT making any deals. Already dealt with one asshole today.” Vaggie snapped at you, standing.

“Oh ho ho! Who said I would make a deal? Vaggie you are quite intriguing. No no no, I ask for a room and access to your books Miss Charlotte.” You say, an unusual happiness in your voice.

“Of course!” Charlie said practically jumping. You held out your hand. Vaggie then held her girlfriend back from not shaking your hand.

A static filled the room. It didn’t sound harmless either. It almost had this frequency that made you scared. Almost.

“Oh Alastor! This is… oh I never got you name.” Charlie said looking behind your shoulder then at you.

“ (Y/N) (L/N), pleasure Princess.” You said politely. You then turned behind you to be met with a charming smile. Though you looked past that smile. You saw pain, curiosity.

“Alastor dear, pleasure to meet you. It really is.” he held out a hand to shake yours. You gladly excepted. “My dear, you look familiar. Have we met?” He asked, his staticky voice laced with intrigue.

“The Radio Demon. I believe we have. I am also a overlord. Perhaps I should say that I’m known as ‘The Poison Demon’. Does that ring a bell?” You detached your hand leaning on your cane.

“Well I think it does.”

“I thought it might. You know people say we are almost the same person, and I can see some sense in that.” “Me too, darling.” he then leans on his cane he same way that you do, which thus produces a chuckle to escape your lips.

You couldn’t help but see the cannibals face brighten at your little laugh. You both gaze into each others eyes. His crimson pupils meeting your (e/c) ones. It gave you a weird feeling.

“Like we don’t need another psychopathic killer running around.” The bartender mutters. Alastor then shoots a death glare to Husk which immediately shuts him up.

“Are you ready to see your room (Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice calls behind you.

“See you around Alastor.” You turn on your heel and walk after Charlie at a brisk pace.

What just happened…

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A/n: Ahhh it’s done! Part 2 everyone! I think it will be a few days for the Next part because of my other story. But for now I hope you enjoyed and see you soon!

If we want a tag list I can start one but that’s if anyones reading and actually cares 🤣 Comment if you want to be in the non-existent tag list

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-Dove

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I actually don’t know. But we don’t ask questions

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Hello!🤍

Hi! My name is Dove! Let me tell you a little about me!

I go by She/Her pronouns

MINOR (though I hate saying it, also that doesn’t mean I cant write.)

I live in Middle-ish USA

I enjoy writing ALOT

I’m not professional nor do I have a degree in writing.

My fav color is periwinkle blue or dusty pink

My favorite flower (And emoji) Is the hibiscus 🌺 or a rose

I am neither a cat nor dog person since I currently live with three cats and four dogs

I am only writing for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss Rn though that might change

My requests are always open cuz why not and I’m up for anything.

I have watched both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss and I keep up with news and/or episodes

I can be both introverted and extroverted. Guess I’m an ambivert???

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I’m always up for a good conversation or any questions you might have, so if your lonely chat me😊

Re-blogs are appreciated, even though I forget to say on all my posts

I try to post everyday but ya know, life happens

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Hope this helps you some way(?). Love you all and see you soon! Dove 🤍

*Disclamer* I do not own nor claim to own The Hazbin Hotel characters. All credit goes to Vivenne Medrano.

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“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, I’M TALKING TO YOU, BITCH!”

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“THIS PERSON NEEDS HELP AS SOON AS FUCKING POSSIBLE!!”

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“Here is their GoFundMe page below.”

https://gofund.me/ec8376ce

“And if you yourself can’t donate, don’t have a bank account, or don’t have the money. The least you can do is to reblog this post.”

“If you can’t do it, reblogging means that more people will be able to see this post. And there’s a chance that THEY will be able to help.”

“Seriously, they’ve only reached 5 PERCENT OF THEIR GOAL. Every reblog count.”

“Tags also help too.”

((OOC: Here is a more detailed description from their GoFundMe about their situation.))

“Hello, my name is Cameron. In a world filled with uncertainty, my life has been a constant battle against panic disorder. Every day, I face the overwhelming fear of sudden panic attacks that can strike at any moment. But amidst the darkness, there is a glimmer of hope - a new service dog that could change My life forever. This is a journey towards finding safety and independence, and how your support can make all the difference.

Imagine living in a constant state of fear, where even the simplest tasks become daunting challenges. For Me panic disorder has turned my life into a never-ending rollercoaster of anxiety. The fear of experiencing a panic attack has confined me to the walls of his own home, leaving me isolated and dependent on others for even the most basic needs.

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Just an idea…

Okay, so there’s this idea I cant get out of my head and it won’t go away. I know I have to finish My Angel dust x reader (which is on my page, go check it out ☺️) but like, would it be bad to start another? Here, let’s make a deal. I put a little of it below, and you look at it (pretty please)? I’m thinking a Alastor x reader?? Idk what gender (Or no Gender) but ya know, stuff for later. Anywho. Here ya go, I call it “A Toast”. (If you want this to become a story, please show some love so I know to keep going) Oh and requests still open.

Part 1 *already here*

Part 2

Part 3

A Toast

Alastor x reader

The famous (Y/n) (L/n), known for their intelligence and wit. An entertainer, host, and exquisite party planner by day, killer by night. Why you killed, you do not know. Maybe for someone who abused you, hurt you, or just messed with the wrong person at the wrong time. Though you didn’t kill with a knife or a gun. You chose poison. Drinks, foods anything. That way people couldn’t know it was you. Even if you killed with a weapon, no one would suspect you! You wealthy, rich and damn hot. You can have a person begging to be your partner in a week. You always lured your victims in with your talents, then offered them tea, and poisoned them. It really became a hobby for you, and hell did you enjoy it. You lost count how many you’ve killed by the 70th kill. Though the press kept up. By your mid twenties you killed more than 100 innocent people (and some not so). It didn’t surprise you that someone had planned against you at your 30th birthday party you planned for yourself. It was glitzy, glamorous and glittery. A servant of your (who you might displease) handed you a wine glass filled with dark, red wine. You got everyone’s attention by gently tinking your glass and shiny fork together. The room immediately hushed.

“Thank you all for coming to my party. I do appreciate you here, my friends. Now A Toast. To close friends, love, and many more years to live.” You said warmly, lifting your glass.

“Here’s to many more years!” Everyone said raising their glasses at your toast. Your guest took sips of their various drinks.

You then took a sip of yours. Your vision immediately blurred and your knees buckled. You have been poisoned. With your last breath you said,

“Shit.”

What a way for you to die. Especially your last words. Wow, what would Hell have in store for you. Were they ready?

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*Timeskip cuz I’m lazy* About a year after you fell…

Wow, time flies. To catch you up, you raise in the ranking pretty fast, your power being matched to how many peoples lives you ended. You were considered one of the most powerful in Hell. You quickly became a feared overlord and you had a BIG soul collection. 10,502 to be exact. Yes, Hell is that over populated. While you were raising ruckus, you were compared to a demon that went missing seven years ago. His name, you ask?

Alastor, the Radio Demon.

You struck fear into people as he did, and you both showed no mercy whatsoever. You had both immense power and you could conjure up any poison you wanted in a matter of seconds. You were not some playground friend, or elementary bully. You were (Y/N), often called “The Poison Demon”.

You were watching the TV shops of the Voxtech store. You could always find entertainment there. You immediately recognized the show that was on. The 666 news with Katie Killjoy. On there was a blonde girl, singing her heart out. She talked about some way to redeem sinners? How was that possible? You needed to know more.