"I need to find him" Hazbin Hotel (Alastor X Reader/OC)

~The Fifteenth~

I allow my mind to wonder. Its two in the morning, I'm in the middle of a sentient forest, snuggling with a sleeping Radio Demon that smells like Strawberry. Welcome to Hell, ladies and gentlemen!

Alastor starts twitching in his sleep, and his sweet strawberry smell is dampened, smothered and dripping with sadness and crippling loneliness. "Oh, Alastor,"

I start to pet his ears. He relaxes a little, the movement under his eyelids telling me he's awake. I remember the lullaby Zain used to sing to me when we were younger.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~" I sing softly. "Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr~"

He sighs, but doesn't open his eyes. "Come on Su talun~. It's time to wake up."

He doesn't make a move. "If you don't get up, I'll have to go home."

That's when he mutters. "How do I know you're not a dream?" His voice is so full of hurt that it brings tears to my eyes. But he's not done. "Tell me something only my darling Valerie would know, but that I wouldn't"

"Hmmm," what do I know, that Alastor doesn't? Only one thing comes to mind. "Oh, I know. What does Su talun mean?"

"I don't know," He admits quietly. I laugh.

"Strawberry," I giggle. "Su talun means strawberry."

He finally snaps his eyes open. I melt at the look he gave me. Then he closes what little distance there was between us and kisses me so hard and with so much passion, I think I almost died right there and then. When we finally pull apart (I mean, we still need to breath), he just holds me tightly and stares at me.

"Come on now, it's not that bad," I mumble, trying to hide the now burnt part of my face. Despite my joke, I know it is that bad. I'm a scarred freak!

"I wasn't looking at your scarring, my love,"

"Trying to see into my soul?" I keep joking splaying my fingers like I'm talking about witchcraft. Jokes always make everything alright.

"No. I'm just looking at you. Because again and again, you keep getting back up. You just can't die, can you?"

I poke my tongue out. "I died once, I've learnt from my mistakes."

"luck of the Irish," I giggle.

"Isn't that only for the elves?"

I mock offence. "Elves?! I think you mean leprechauns! Elves are retched little dancing creatures, whereas we leprechauns are the most vicious little monsters."

"So you're a leprechaun then?"

"I'll tell you a fun fact about them, and then you tell me," I lean in and whisper into his ear. 

"Leprechauns are very, VERY protective of what's theirs."

Alastor's voice audibly stutters and its the cutest little thing to see his face go that red. I giggle and boop his nose. "I just happen to really like my pot of gold."

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Alastor and I spend all day laying there, just talking. Okay, and a whole heap of kissing. I loved it. "I don't think I've been cuddled more my whole life," I mutter into his coat. 

The breeze kicks up, getting kind of chilly, but I don't ask the forest to tone it down. Its perfect snuggle weather.

"Can I ask you something, love?"

"You can, but I can't promise I'll answer it," I pause. "Remember how long it took me to answer the last time you asked me like this?"

"My dear, it was infuriating! How does one fall asleep in the middle of a sentence like that?" I giggle at his exasperation.

"Self preservation," I send him a sly grin.

"So, my question?"

"Shoot," I say, making finger guns.

"Love, what did you do after you died? Before coming to the Hazbin Hotel, that is," Alastor looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"I lived here."

"Yes, yes, love. We all live in Hell-" but I cut him off.

"No, I mean here," I gesture around. "In the forest."

"Where?" he raises an eyebrow. 

"A little cave," I mumble. Alastor and all his class probably lives in a huge castle. "It wasn't much, but it's home to me now."

There was a silence now, like everything was holding it's breath.

"Can I see it?"

I blink a few times. "Really?"

"Of course, love," my heart flutters faster as Alastor lifts a hand to cup my face ever so gently. "I want to know everything."

"Even the icky bits?" I scrunch up my nose.

"Especially the icky bits," he rests his forehead on mine, kissing my nose and making me relax. "After all, they're what make up a person. Charisma! Characteristics! Experience!"

"You're weird," I lean forward, my eyes fluttering closed as I place a delicate kiss on my Strawberries lips. "I wouldn't have you any other way. Come on!"

I jump up and start heading in the direction of my home. Alastor is beside me in an instant. This time I'm not running or bouncing or skipping or hopping. I'm just slowly strolling with the love of my life. 

My Alastor. My Strawberry. My Su talun.