Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss X Reader Oneshots and Imagines

Campsite Murderer Pt2

What's up my duckies. I changed the title, but this is the part two of the Alastor x Fem!Demon, where she's a former serial killer from the 90's. (Above is what I think she'd look like; she lived kinda in the prairie and mountain towns, so I got a cowboy-ish vibe)

Part of a mini series, I've decided.

Anyhow, enjoy! (Also, guys, come on I need requests!)

Y/n's POV:

It had been a week since Al showed up, and the hotel, much to Vaggie's displeasure and my amusement, was certainly better off than it was before. I could actually sit on down without stirring up a cloud of dust. Charlie was walking around with a grin so big it practically stretched her face off, while Angel was...preoccupied, to to say the least, with his mission to seduce the barkeeper.

Frankly, there was really only one thing I didn't like about all these changes. With her new additions on her mind, Charlie was less focused on my so called "redemption", and thought it would be a good idea to put Al, of all people, in charge of my rehabilitation. Which meant, of course, keeping me out of trouble.

He was serious about it, too. You'd think a fellow killer would've cut me some slack, but no. He showed up seemingly out of nowhere each time I tried to leave the building, his everlasting grin on his face. 

The first time I had tried to argue with him, and he had only smiled wider and snapped his fingers, sending me back to my room in a blink of an eye. I gave up fighting after that. It wasn't worth the effort. Or so he assumed. 

The last seven times he had stopped me, I surrendered easily. Lulling him into a false sense of security, as it was. The same tactic I used to use all the time with the cops back on earth.

At about a quarter to midnight, I used the heel of my boot to push the rusty old attic window open. I wasn't naive enough to believe he was asleep; I wasn't even sure if he even needed rest, but it would be easier now then if I tried it during the day.

I crawled through the gap and balanced on the windowsill, my fingers gripping the wall. Slowly, I began edging my way towards one of the many ladders that decorated the side of the building. 

"Now what in the blazes are you doing out here?"

I yelped and almost lost my balance. Leaning out of the nearest window was the Radio Demon himself, looking rather amused. "Nothing. I'm just enjoying the view," I huffed in annoyance.

He sighed. "Y/n, darling, I thought you'd learned that these childish attempts never work." He snapped his fingers and suddenly I was standing beside him, my feet stumbling from the transition. 

"I'm not giving up," I scowled, adjusting my hat from its' windswept position. Alastor chuckled. "I know you won't my dear, but really, you could have hurt yourself."

"Big deal. I want to go out, Al. I hate being cooped up in here." I groaned, crossing my arms. Alastor stared at me thoughtfully for a moment before his eyes brightened.

"You know, I'm sure Charlie wouldn't have qualms about you leaving if you were under supervision the whole time," he murmured, tapping his fingers against the staff of his microphone. I grinned in realisation and started towards the door. 

His hand shot out and encircled my forearm. "To be absolutely clear, you are not to leave my sight." he said seriously. I beamed at him, before peeling his fingers away.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Alastor's POV:

I followed behind Y/n as she walked happily down the brightly illuminated streets, glaring at any demon who came too close. "Y/n, darling, where exactly are you going?" I asked her exasperatedly. 

She looked back at my over her shoulder with a grin to rival my own. "Nowhere in particular." she said, stopping before a elaborately lit building. I glanced at it warily. Y/n noticed my expression and rested her hand on the doorknob. 

"You don't need to come in with me," she said teasingly. It dawned on me that she was purposely picking places I wouldn't usually go to, just to see how far she could push me. 

Game on, my dear, I thought, and adjusted my smile. "In we go then."

She pouted and pushed open the door. I winced when the noise hit my ears, a mixture of yelling and the garbled nonsense they called music. Y/n said something,  but I couldn't make it out. She sighed and leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear. "Is this too loud for you?" she cooed, smirking. 

I frowned at her, about to respond when she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bar. I stopped, digging my heels into the ground. "No alcohol for you, dearest." I said, instead turning her around in the direction of the exit. "I think it's time we left."

"No!" Y/n groaned, as I gently pushed her forwards. "You said that I could go out for once~" she complained. "We had a deal!"

At the word deal, I froze. She smiled wickedly. "We had a deal," she emphasised, leaning closer. I scowled and gripped onto her shoulders, staring her down.

"Fine. You have your drinks, then we leave." I whispered, digging my fingers into her skin. She nodded and I let go of her, watching as she strolled up to the counter.

Y/n's POV:

I sat down on one of the stools, well aware of Al pouting behind me. The barkeeper looked up in worry at the Radio Demon, before back at me.

"I-Is there something I can get you, ma'am?" he asked nervously. "Whiskey Highball, if you'd be so kind," I smiled mockingly, before turning to Al. "You want anything?" I asked him, enjoying his look of annoyance.

"I'm not drinking anything," he said brusquely, sitting on the seat beside me. "You're no fun," I snickered, grabbing and glass and taking a sip. I could practically feel the anger coming of him in waves.

 I inhaled sharply when he snatched the cup from my hand and slammed it down. "That's it", he muttered, pulling me up and practically carrying me out of the club. 

"This whole idea was ridiculous," he said, once we had made it through the crowds of people. I sighed. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I just hated being locked up. I wanted to have some fun, you know?"

Alastor lightly cupped the side of my face. "How about we head back, for now," he said, adding the last part quickly as I started to protest. "We can do this again tomorrow. And instead of you trying to trick me into giving up, we can actually have fun."

"Okay?" he asked. I nodded, and he comfortingly wrapped an arm around me. "Then let's get you out of here, dearest. I'm sure your exhausted."

I rolled my eyes as he snapped his fingers, transporting us both back to the hotel.

Until tomorrow