This will be scenarios with all the characters. Well, those that I know of.
Angel Dust x reader
Charli x reader
Veggie x reader
Alastor x reader
And many more. Angel Dust has made me question my sexuality.
Mature content and strong language wil...
You are Charlies older sister. 1st princess of hell.
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"What gives you the right to speak to me like that?!" you said with an angry and firm tone. Alastor brushed some dust of off his coat, ignoring your angry yapping. "Well I am the manager of this hotel" "ONE OFF! My sister is the first manager!" he paid you no mind as he leaned on his cane, keeping that smug big grin. "Yes, but SHE gave me permission to do what ever it takes to get this hotel in motion" he put a hand on his chest, proud that he had a say in the hotel and not you. The 1st princess of hell. First daughter of Lucifer who was no question stronger than Alastor. And that's what boosted his ego. That he had power over you in something.
"And having no fun in the hotel is your way to go?" "I do not know what you mean, darling. Sinners will have plenty of forms to entertain themselves" he tried to walk away from you. "Like what? Your radio?" you walk after him, your heels clicking on worn down wooden floor. "Exactly! No picture show necessary" "It's called a TV grandpa" you speed up to walk beside him side by side. He let out a cackle "You are older than me princess" this wasn't unusual for both of you. Always bickering. Always having some form of tension between. It was fun. It brought both of you something to entertain yourselves with. You like games, and there was rarely someone bold enough to talk back at you.
"Ok, then I'm your superior, and you should listen to me" he let out another chuckle "Foul play my dear" he stopped and looked at you. You look up at him and his glare was cocky. He walked up to you and you took a step back until you were pressed against a wall. He put a hand on the wall right above your shoulder. Your eyes winded and your heart beat quickened. You looked at his eyes, which were gazing at you like he was about to either eat you or undress you. "But when it comes to hotel. I have a say. Not you" he lightly tapped your head with his cane as he smiled and chuckled at your reaction. He looked at your hair, which looked styled shiny. Your body, which was hugged tightly by your clothes. And your neck, that was covered by your dress. He wished to move it out of the way and bite.
He realized what kind of thoughts went through his head, so he moved away, continuing his walk down the hallway. "I hate you" you said low so he wouldn't hear you. But he did "I heard that!" but he didn't stop walking. You compose yourself and make your way to the main room of the hotel. Husk was there as usual.
"Hello princess, what can I get you" "you already know" you lean on your hand and look at him "Hugo it is" your favorite cocktail. "What's bothering you princess?" "Alastor" "understandable" you giggle at his immediate response and take sip. "He is such a prick. I can't have a say in anything about this hotel" Husk opened a beer for himself "Why don't you ask Charlie?" "I did! She said to figure it out with Alastor. Can you believe it? God!" you grumble in annoyance, "He doesn't listen to anything I say! Who does he think he is?!" you chug your cocktail, which was not a good idea. Dizziness ran through your head but you brush it off. "I am the princess of hell! He should listen to anything I command" Husk couldn't help but laugh as he poured you some more.
