Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss X Reader Oneshots and Imagines

Human!Alastor x Human!Reader

So much flufffff but a bit of gore because it is our wonderful serial killer

Alastor spun around in the seat, his microphone resting casually on his fingertips. He grinned as the jazzy song faded off the speakers, and brought the mike closer to his lips.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the last song I have for you this fine evening. Make sure to tune in again tomorrow. Or not." He chuckled, clicking the record button off. He waited until the red 'ON AIR' sign dimmed, then stood up, straightening his glasses and grabbing his jacket off the hook.

Tipping his hat to the now empty studio, he elbowed the door open and strolled out onto the darkened streets of New Orleans.

Humming under his breath, he made his way down the avenues and alleyways, more focused on the music running through his brain than his surroundings.

His foot caught on an outstretched leg, causing his balance to sway. He managed to turn the fall into a twirl, spinning around to face whoever had chosen to die today.

One filthy young man sat on a doorway, a cigarette clenched between his sneer. "Shoulda watched where ya walking."

Alastor smiled, crossing his hands behind his back. "My apologies, my good sir. It is your last day with that leg; it was quite rude of me to trip on it."

The man looked confused, but before he could open his mouth, Alastor had pulled the knife from under his jacket and stabbed it downwards, dragging the blade through the flesh of the man's thigh.

His screams were muted against the dull brick buildings surrounding them, and before long, Alastor was simply holding a bloody and mutilated corpse.

"Well then, it would seem like we have some work to do before going home to see the missus, hmm?" He sighed, picking up the body and walking cheerily away into the night.

Alastor pushed open the gate, cautious of the one squeaky hinge that had never seemed to quiet down, no matter how many times he had oiled it.

A light shone from the small kitchen window, and he smiled, walking a little faster than before. The door unlocked with a metallic rattle, and he could hear her react to the sound from down the hall.

"Al? Is that you, sweetheart?"

He crept into the kitchen, where he could hear the running water and the sounds of Y/n's movements getting closer.

There she was. Hands submerged in the sink, facing the window. Away from him, unfortunately. She caught sight of his reflection in the glass and beamed at him, setting down the plate she was holding and drying her hands on her skirt.

He wrapped his long arms around her hips, leaning down so he could rest his head on her shoulder. "Did you miss me, darling?"

She leaned back into his embrace, turning off the water. Alastor sat back onto the closest chair, his grip on her waist bringing her down to sit in his lap.

Her eyes caught sight of the blood splatters on the cuff of his jacket and she sighed, sitting forward and looking back at him.

"Sweetie, I just washed it." she said, exasperated.

Alastor grinned sheepishly at his wife, who pushed the coat from his shoulders and brought it up to the sink. He watched her happily as she grabbed the vinegar and carefully soaked the dark red marks that covered the light brown fabric.

"I shouldn't have to ask if you took care of it?" Y/n asked, turning around. "Angel, you know I'm better than that." he scoffed.

"I know, I know," she giggled, sitting back down on his knee and resting her head on his chest."I just worry about you, that's all."