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

~The Eighteenth~

I wake up feeling sore. I sit up, only to be pulled back down again by Alastor. Huh. Who knew he wasn't a morning person. "Good morning Su talun~"

"G'monin," Alastor mumbles into a pillow.

"C'mon, get up,"

"Nu," he turns his head so he can see me. "Why don't we stay in bed today?"

"Cause it's the 17th of March!"

"And?" I gasp at him.

"How dare you," I jokingly scoff. I get out of bed, much to Alastor's protests, and gasp at my self in the mirror. "They. Are. EVERYWHERE!"

I hear Alastor laughing, most likely where I left him in bed. "Did you see your damage?"

"No, you were under the covers," I walk out and immediately transform into a tomato. He's got hickies all over his chest, on his neck and three along his jaw.

"Guess you are a leprechaun~" he jokes about me being protective.

"Zain is going to kill you."

"He can try," Alastor's words sounded mean, but his tone sounded nothing but humoured. I walk back into the bathroom.

"How am I going to cover this? I'm working today!"

"Where?" Alastor hugs me from behind, his arms wrapped around my waist, his head on mine and looking at me through the mirror.

"Here," I sigh, counting the marks. "At the hotel. I was meant to start two weeks ago, but ya know.."

I trail off, and Alastor tenses, but doesn't comment. "Now I have to cover the five fricken hickies on my jaw, not to mention my scar, and the million on my neck."

Alastor spins me around and kisses me deeply. I forget about my worrying and kiss him back with twice the passion, my arms finding themselves around his neck. "I would rather you wear my love marks as you should your scar."

He's genuine smile softening after I raised an eyebrow. "With pride."

I soften and kiss him again, a shorter, sweeter ordeal. "Fine, love."

"Thank you Su talun~" Alastor using his own nickname for me makes me snort.

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I ended up wearing a plain black turtle neck and purple skirt, but my hair in a high ponytail and no makeup. This was my compromise. I showed some of the hickies and my scar. He showed the ones on his neck. I went downstairs first, acting as if I hadn't been gone for two weeks. Or just woke up from a night of fuc-

"She lives!" Angle is the only one in the kitchen when I walk in. "Welcome back Val! Everyone is in the dinning room."

Angle was so concentrated on flipping the six pans of pancakes that he didn't notice my marks. Or my scar, apparently. Before I walk out into the dinning room, I pause at the threshold, listening.

"IT'S ONE THING TO GO FRECHIE ON MY SISTER, IT'S ANOTHER TO GO FRENCHIE ON HER AND GO DOWN ON SOMEONE ELSE!!" Zain is screaming, most likely at Alastor.

"How do you know it wasn't her I 'went down on'?" Alastor's amusement was evident in his voice.

"Because a) she's missing and b) she'd never have sex with someone as untrustworthy as you!" I'm trying so hard not to laugh, so I quickly regain my composure and walk in.

"Never say never~" a take the seat between Zain and Alastor, the latter with a mirth in his eyes that I know mine share.

"ALASTOR!!" Zain was about to try and kill him, I just knew it. I put a calming hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down Zain," I think quick. "Don't tell me you forgot?"

"Forgot what, love?" Alastor's curiosity is admirable, I must admit. Zain just sat there looking puzzled. I gasp.

"And you call yourself Irish. What's the date today?" I ask him. He shrugs. I look at Charlie.

"17th of March, why?" She seems confused, they all do. Well, everyone except Zain. I could almost hear it clicking in his brain. He stands up, pulling me up with him.

"HAPPY ST PATRICS DAY!" We yell. Everyone else is hella confused. But we start screaming shit at each other, hugging and jumping around in a circle. Zain makes a motion with his hand. I widen my eyes, releasing Zain and sprinting away.

"I'M GETTING ONE! I'M GETTING ONE! DON'T YOU DARE START WITHOUT ME Z!" I race upstairs, searching my luggage until I find my green shirt.

"V IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP, IMMA START!"

"I'M COMING YOU ASS!" I leap down the stars, army rolling at the bottom, and springing up. I take a quick look around, smirking. Zain and I share a look. I race over and pinch Husk.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing, kid?!" He growled, rubbing his arm and taking a long swing of liquor.

"Pinch. Pinch. Pinch!" Zain and I start chanting. I pause, enjoying everyone scrambling. Alastor just melted into the shadows, Husk ignoring us, obviously thinking he was safe. I pinched him again.

"Hey! You already got me!"

"HA HA!" Zain exclaimed. "That's not how it works mate! If you're not wearing green, the people wearing it can pinch you. AS MUCH AS WE WANT!"

We both do an evil cackle. I haven't found a single place in Hell that sells green attire. This was the shirt I was wearing when I first got here. And Zain was just green in general. I think quickly, racing to the kitchen, pinching Nifty.

"GET OFF ME YOU POORLY PACKAGED PACK OF HORSE SHIT!" Angle's screaming upstairs. Zain got him already. Hmmmm. I run up to the roof. Vaggie is holding a spear up at my throat.

"Stay back you stupid wolf!"

I hold a hand to my heart. "Aww Vags, I didn't realised you thought of me that way! How sweet."

I smirk, using my speed to run around and pinch her before she can react. "GODDAMN IT VALERIE!"

I laugh my ass off as I race off towards Charlie's office. She's not here?

Where could she be?

I make my way to room 47, my smirk dropping when Ambrose doesn't open the door. I can hear mumbles in there. Charlie must be in there too! Must of told Ambrose. Snitch.

My grin is making a return as I turn the door handle silently. I open the door just a smidge, so I can hear what's being said. I smell anticipation and nerves, the desire to please and the feeling of superiority. Weird combo. I just listen for a minute.

"I'm telling you, I had it covered! She was trusting me! Why do you want to swap me out?!" It's Ambrose. I narrow my eyes in obvious suspicion.

"Dont raise your voice at me," a sharp but hypnotic voice says. It's a woman's voice, one that strikes terror smack bang into my bones, but she didn't snap, per say. Rather the owners voice just.. demands respect and fear.

"Y-yes m'lady," Ambrose's voice sounds so weak. "Apologies, my liege."

"See to it that I don't need to remove you," I shiver. What is going on?

"Yes M'lady! You can rest easy."

"I want her by tomorrow night," I close the door and back away, calming my rising heartbeat and racing down the stairs. Where's Alastor? Zain? Heck, even Angle? I just need someone to tell me I misheard, that I'm being ridiculous. I need to find Charlie! It must be her that they want! As the princess of Hell, she must hold quite the price, right?

"Where are you going in such a hurry, V?" Ambrose walks out of the opening elevator. I make sure to school my features into something of friendship and trust.

"I'm off to find Alastor! Oh, by the way..." I race forward and pinch her, so she doesn't seem suspicious. "Happy St Patricks day Ambrose!"