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

Overlords of Hell

Charlie approached Alastor's door, intending to check on him and (Y/n), she knew Husk said it wasn't uncommon for them to bicker, but she still wanted to check if they were okay, she didn't exactly imagine Alastor to be a caring partner, she paused when she heard the faint strains of slow jazz seeping through the cracks. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't resist the urge to peek inside.

Gently pushing the door open, she was met with a scene straight out of a romance novel. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. Alastor and (Y/n) were locked in each other's arms, swaying to the melodious rhythm of the music.

Their movements were graceful and fluid, as if they were the only two beings in existence. Alastor's eyes were filled with a tenderness that Charlie had never seen before, while (Y/n) gazed up at him with adoration.

The air was charged with an electric energy, thick with unspoken emotions and desires. It was a moment frozen in time, where love and passion intertwined seamlessly.

Charlie watched, mesmerized, as the couple moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating as one. It was a sight that warmed her soul and reignited her belief that all sinners could be redeemed.

For a moment, she lingered in the doorway, basking in the romance that enveloped the room. And as the music swirled around them, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and happiness for the two souls lost in each other's embrace. She then quietly closed the door and left, even the cruelest demons in hell had a heart.

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The hotel was quiet, only the creaking of the floorboards were (Y/n)'s company as she slowly walked around, she was sketching out new ideas for a line of dresses for a fashion show that she'd sooner or later host.

Following her through, the corridor was Alastors shadow who ensured she didn't accidentally trip or crash into any vases.

As (Y/n) wandered through the bustling corridors of the hotel, her mind lost in her sketch book, she suddenly found herself colliding with someone—Sir Pentious. Before she could regain her footing, his hand reached out, catching hers in a surprisingly gentle grip.

"Ah, what have we here?" Sir Pentious exclaimed, his voice dripping with charm as he gazed at (Y/n) with an admiring gleam in his eye. "A vision of beauty amidst this establishment. Allow me to introduce myself—Sir Pentious, at your service." He couldn't stop his heart from racing, this was by far the most beautiful demon he had ever seen, it was like he had fallen under a spell. "Are you perhaps free for a coffee date later?"

(Y/n) blinked in surprise at the sudden encounter, taken aback by Sir Pentious's boldness. Before she could respond, however, Alastor emerged from the shadows, his presence casting a chilling aura over the scene.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor's voice was laced with amusement as he stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at Sir Pentious. Without a word, he reached out and gently pulled (Y/n) away from the snake like demon's grasp.

"Apologies, my dear," Alastor said, his tone soft yet firm as he turned to (Y/n). "I couldn't help but notice you were in need of rescuing from this... colorful character." He said as his expression darkened towards sir Pentious.

Sir Pentious's voice dripped with curiosity and a hint of skepticism as he glanced between (Y/n) and Alastor. "How could a goddess like you be so easily swayed by the likes of him," he remarked, his tone laced with shock and defeat.

Alastor's smile widened at the challenge in Sir Pentious's words, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, but you underestimate the power of charm, dear Sir Pentious," he replied smoothly, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "After all, even the most formidable demons can't resist a bit of devilish allure." He grinned as he traced his finger over (Y/n)'s jawline.