Once Upon A Time [Hazbin Hotel] [Alastor x Reader]

Chapter 11 - Jambalaya

Warning - The following may include explicate and language and profanity. All characters besides you belong to Viviane Moreno. You belong to you. Story belongs to me besides the story that had been included in the series.

❗Not suited for younger readers❗

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Regular P.O.V

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You cleared your throat, your arms crossed behind your back as you looked from Charlie to Vaggie. "Am I... Interrupting something?," you ask. Vaggie was currently holding your sister captive by her shoulders, her face uncharacteristically close to your sisters. She looked worried? Or concerned. You weren't sure, Vaggie used the same facial expression for everything Charlie looked surprised, her eyes wide and her mouth shut.

The girls seemed to have just realized how close they were, as they immediately separated, blushing as they looked away. "No! Nope! Everything's fine! Same old same old! So-...," she trailed off not quite sure what to say next. "I'll go set the table," Vaggie says quickly, the blush on her face still as present as ever. "So... yeah," she said, turning around and heading to the kitchen. Alastor just so happens to exit the kitchen, glancing at Vaggie curiously as she passes him.

"Is everything alright?," he asks, noting the blush on Charlie's face. "No. 'Same old same old,' as Charlie put it." She just groans. "You're never gonna let me live that down." "No? I mean, I knew your were a gay mess, but jeez Charlotte. Now you're just sounding like our father," you tease, poking her face through her fingers. "Oh please," she responds, her words coming mumbled as she squished her face. "You talk exactly like mom, so you're not one to talk." Alastor is silent as he watches the two of you interact, his half-lidded eyes cold and analytical.

Your breath hitches in surprise when he turns to you. "Say, dear, why don't you help me serve the Jambalaya I made to the rest of the group," he asks and you just nod in response. "If you insist," you sigh, separating yourself from your sister. As you two pass the threshold into the kitchen Vaggie walk back into the dining room, plates in hand. Alastor presses his hand on your back ever so slightly, and you jump in shock. And pain. You weren't never going to get use to that feeling. You walk forward just a tad bit quicker.

Alastor takes note of this however. Your strange behavior made him curious. When he touched you you flinched back as though he mere touch burned you. It was unfortunate really. He can't imagine why you would react in such a way. He didn't have time to dwell on that though though, as you quickly approach the food resting on the stove. You peer in as Alastor catches up. "It smells good," you say, vaguely distracted. "Why thank you my dear! It's a family recipe," he responds, and you faintly remember him saying something about it being a recipe of his mother. You lift up the pot and head back to the dining room.

He could sense the discomfort radiating off of you. He wasn't quite sure why. You were more than ok being around other demons such as Husker and Angel Dust. Why would he be any different? After all, you were more than capable of ending him and anyone else in this establishment. So you have no reason to fear. But if it's not fear, then what? He couldn't tell why your discomfort bothered him. Well, that wasn't entirely true. It irritated him how apathetic you were to him, to Angel, to Nifty. He couldn't read you. And when you looked at him, he was met with nothing but cold ice. So who were you to grow uncomfortable around him? Hell, even your sister was more relaxed around him.

He didn't voice any of these thoughts however, trailing a few footsteps behind you as you carried the pot into the dining room where the others sit, waiting for their food to finally be served. First is Charlie, who's waiting as patiently as ever. She hands him her bowl and you hold the pot steady as Alastor pours her a serving.

The two of you repeat this process for the rest of the group (save Nifty, who is zipping around the hotel, cleaning at breakneck speed. You would save her a bowl regardless). Alastor finally pours himself some jambalaya, placing the pot in the middle for anyone who wants to serve themselves seconds. He sits down across from you, and vaguely acknowledges Husker sitting beside you. You pay no attention to those around you, your eyes remaining on the food as you eat. His eyes flicker to the cat demon who sits beside you. He looks... uncomfortable. Not afraid, no, but there is nervousness in his eyes, hidden behind the rigid exterior he puts up all the time.

He thinks about why Husker would look so uncomfortable. He wasn't like this when you first met? Something happened when he went outside. He knew you had also been outside, hiding away in some bushes in order to pass the time, he could see you from the kitchen window. But the question is, what happened between the two of you? Surely you said something to him to make him visibly appear nervous even through his furrowed eyebrows. Maybe Husk said something. He always did have quite the tongue. You continued to wear a monotone expression on your face as you chewed his food.

Your eyes flickered up to him, the tired eye bags and hooded lids not changing as you acknowledged him. You raised your eyebrows and he just shook his head, his smile growing wider as he went back to his food. It was obvious you weren't going to give him any clue. His inability to properly read you frustrated him to no end, especially in moments like these where he should do something, but doesn't. Not knowing something so blatant in front of his face bothers him. He looked at Husker who was pointedly looking anywhere besides the people who were sitting at the table in front of him. Husker was always more obvious in his emotions, since he knew Alastor for so long. And since he's known Husker for so long he knows that he won't tell him anything.

He'll just have to talk to you then.

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A/n - A little insight to Alastor

Wrote this in the spur of the moment, sorry

Storyline Word Count: 1,018 words

Published - 5/17/21

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