Caught in the Butterfly's Web (Hazbin Hotel x (y/n)

The Radio Host

As the last strains of jazz faded into the airwaves, Alastor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The morning radio show had come to an end, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at another successful broadcast.

"Thank you, dear listeners, for tuning in to 'The Morning Melodies with Alastor,'" he announced, his voice smooth and velvety over the crackling radio waves. "I hope you enjoyed today's selection of music as much as I did. Remember, folks, keep that dial tuned to the station for more toe-tapping tunes and devilish delights throughout the day."

With a flourish, Alastor reached forward and flicked off the microphone, the static-filled silence echoing through the studio. Stretching his arms above his head, he rose from his seat and made his way to the window, gazing out at the city skyline spread out before him.

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the rooftops, painting the world in shades of amber and rose. Down below, the streets bustled with life as people hurried about their day, their voices blending into a cacophony of sound.

Taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air, Alastor couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. For a brief moment, the chaos of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a quiet sense of peace.

But as the clock on the wall chimed the hour, Alastor knew it was time to bid farewell to the solitude of the studio and rejoin the hustle and bustle of the outside world. With a final glance out the window, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the studio, ready to face whatever the day had in store.

His favourite spot to buy lunch wasn't far from the Radio station.

Alastor stepped out of the bustling deli, a paper-wrapped sandwich in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other. The aroma of freshly brewed java mingled with the tantalizing scent of his lunch, teasing his senses as he made his way through the crowded streets toward his favorite spot in the park.

As he approached the familiar oak tree. But this time the spot wasn't unoccupied, he noticed strands of vibrant, scarlet red hair, the color was truly captivating, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of a woman sitting beneath the shade of the tree, her fiery red hair ablaze in the sunlight like a beacon in the sea of green. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen before, her beauty ethereal and captivating.

For a moment, Alastor hesitated, unsure if he should approach her. But the lure of her presence proved too strong to resist, and with a determined stride, he made his way over to where she sat, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Excuse me, miss," he began, his voice smooth and charming as he offered her a friendly smile. "I couldn't help but notice your radiant presence from afar. Mind if I join you?"

The woman looked up, her eyes meeting his with a curious glint as she returned his smile. "Why, of course," she replied, her voice like music to his ears. "It's always nice to have company."

"Forgive me for not asking sooner, but what might your name be, my dear?" Alastor inquired, his voice a gentle melody in the warm afternoon breeze.

The woman's eyes sparkled with amusement as she met his gaze, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Ah, how remiss of me! You may call me (Y/n)," she replied, her tone as melodious as wind chimes on a summer's day.

"(Y/n)," Alastor repeated, savoring the sound of her name on his lips. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, indeed."

With a graceful nod, (Y/n) returned his smile, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "The pleasure is all mine..." she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that sent a shiver down his spine.