Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss X Reader Oneshots and Imagines

Human!Alastor x Fem!Reader🔪❤

This is not related in any way to the previous Human Al story. I had an idea and I had to write it. Gets bloody and has mentions of death and violence. 

3rd Person POV, June 17th, 1933:

Alastor wandered through the woods, humming happily as he slid his knife back into his jacket. How blissfully entertaining, he thought, vaguely aware of the icy wind cutting through the woods.

A lone howl startled him, causing him to warily glance around at the dark trees surrounding him. Best head back.

The blackness around him blinded him, the only light being the stars twinkling between branches. He was most definitely lost. I should have marked my path, remember that for next time.

His foot caught a root and he stumbled. He hit the ground with a thump, his glasses being knocked off of his face and landing somewhere in the shadows. "As if tonight could get any worse," he grumbled aloud.

When his hands closed around the frames, he shakily got to his knees. Adjusting his glasses on his nose, he noticed a faint glow in the distance. He brushed the dirt from his coat and made his way towards it.

In a clearing, a pale yellow Victorian style house stood alone, a worn pathway leading off into the trees. A small wooden sign was hanging from the door, with faded white letters in a scrolling script. Alastor peered closer, trying to make out the words.

"Bed and Breakfast, all the way out here?" he murmured, fingering the handle of his knife. "How wonderfully...convenient."

He strolled up the steps, knocking twice on the door and hastily trying to smooth down his hair and clothing. He could hear the clacking of shoes from inside the house and arranged a smile on his face. 

The door swung open to reveal a young woman, dressed in a mint green and white polka dotted dress. She seemed surprised but pleased with a visitor. "Good evening! Can I help you?" she asked happily, propping the door open wider with the heel of her foot. Alastor nodded his head, already excited at the prospect of how her blood would look on his hands.

"Good evening, miss. You wouldn't happen to have a room available this late?" he asked politely. "Oh, my goodness, of course! You must be lost, poor thing, but don't you worry, I haven't had anyone stay here in quite a while," she chattered, motioning for him to come inside. 

The house was softly lit, decorated with soft rugs and flowers on nearly ever available surface. She kept on talking, rustling through drawers. "Silly me. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Y/n," she giggled, closing the cupboard with a push, a key in her hand.

"Alastor, a pleasure to meet you," he grinned. "What's a nice young lady like yourself doing out here all alone?" 

The girl didn't answer, instead turning to the polished wooden steps and making her way up. "Now, I should think the suite would do you some good. A nice warm bath and a comfy bed and you'll be well rested in no time."

He followed her up, all the way up to the third floor, a short hallway with a vaulted ceiling. Y/n stopped in front of a door and handed him the keys. "I'll be downstairs and to the left if you need anything," Y/n chirped. "Thank you very much," Alastor said. I'll be downstairs sooner than you think.

Y/n smiled and walked happily towards the stairs. "Don't forget to sign the guest book!" she called back before disappearing, leaving him alone.

He chuckled and unlocked the room. Inside was a small double bed and a door that undoubtedly lead to the bathroom. A small mirror hung above the dresser, and Alastor caught sight of his reflection. Dear god, I look frightful, he mused, scratching idly at the dried blood across his chin. Yet Y/n hadn't seemed fazed at all.

No doubt she has hunters and such stay here all the time, he convinced himself, pulling off his jacket and resting it over the foot of the bed. A pale blue book resting on the bedstand caught his eye, and he slowly picked it up.

Sign the guest book, hm?  he scoffed, before opening the cover. 

January 3rd, 1924

Theodore Casey, was travelling through on a sales call. Got lost and checked in~

At the bottom of the page, there was a hurried scrawl, barely legible.

Don't be fooled, she'll kill you~~don't fall asleep~~

There were no more entries for Theodore. Alastor glanced around uneasily before turning the page. 

March 1st, 1926

Elizabeth and Timothy Stark

Came for some privacy for our honeymoon, such a lovely home~

Instead of a cryptic warning, there were only dried splatters of, upon closer examination, blood.

He inhaled sharply and flipped to the final entry.

February 9th, 1928

DON'T TRUST HER GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN~

The rest of the page was violently streaked with crimson. There was nothing else left. Alastor stood up abruptly, grabbing his coat and starting towards the door. He stopped in his tracks, hearing the light tapping of Y/n's heels.

He clicked off the light and unlatched the balcony doors, preparing to climb down. Y/n's feet slowed, and he could hear the light sounds of her breathing, no doubt trying to judge whether or not he was asleep.

Alastor slid over the railing, balancing unsteadily on the roof as he made his way down. It was only when he landed on the porch did the front door swing open to reveal Y/n, an axe gripped in her hand.

"I suppose I shouldn't have told you about the book. But it's oh so nice to have a memory to remember guests by," she pouted, a mad glint in her eye.

Alastor took off, disappearing into the shadows, of the woods. He could hear Y/n sighing, before she started walking after him. "I know these woods better than you, sugar. After all, I'm not the one who got lost in them earlier." she laughed.

Trying to level his breathing, he pulled out his knife, clutching it in his hand. He was definitely taller than her, but a hunting blade wouldn't be much use against an axe of that size.

"Found you," Y/n grinned, causing his head to whip around just in time to see the axhead come flashing down towards him.

HAHAH cliffhangers. The next part in this story will take place once they're both already dead, and then they'll recap what happened.