It's the early 1920s, and your a local in New Orleans, Louisiana. You were listening to the radio one evening just in time to hear about the new bar opening down the street. While on your journey, you found yourself becoming enamored for a charming young man that seemed perfect. Almost too perfect... I DO NOT OWN HAZBIN HOTEL. ALL RIGHTS GO TO VIV. THE ART IS NOT MINE. STORY IS MINE. MAY CONTAIN INTIMATE(not all the way smut) OR GORY SCENES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. This is also my first fanfic I ever wrote so sorry if not up to high standards you guys are used to seeing. Edit: HEY PLEASE READ THIS!!!! This story is pretty old and I was literally ass at writing when I was starting this story. So, if one or two chapters don't really make sense, PLEASE KEEP READING I PROMISE I GET BETTER🙏🙏🙏 Achievements: #15 in "Alastor" #7 in "alastorxreader #6 in "alastorxreader"

It didn't exist when I searched up, so I got to make it