Pairing: Y/N x Alastor

*Summary: it has been three months since Y/N became a hotel guest. And now, she's officially ready to be redeemed, so in honor of their first guest to be redeemed, Charlie holds a celebration. Though Y/N still doesn't remember that Alastor was her past lover, she had grown to enjoy his company. At some point during the night, something happens to where Y/N hits her head, only to wake up with a new flood of memories*

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*Y/N's POV*

Three months have passed since you walked inside the Hazbin Hotel, upon meeting Alastor, who graciously gave you a space to stay. And now, the longue that you remember was quiet and empty the first day you arrived, is now a bustle of sound and smells. 

Music plays softly in the back, as celebration drinks are being served for free from the bar, while hanging on the ceiling is a big "We'll Miss You Y/N!" sign Charlie had specifically made just for you. This was your night after all. 

In those three months you've spent at this rehabilitation hotel, you have managed to rid your life of sin, and become redeemable for Heaven. Just two days ago, Charlie went up to Heaven to discuss the quick progression you've made, and upon seeing it, Heaven declared you...

Redeemable. 

A thought you never dreamed was possibly. You always believed Hell was forever--even if your circumstances were unfair as to why your soul was sent down here, which you still are unclear as to why--but Charlie's dream was proven to work. A demon CAN be redeemed! They just have to work for it a little harder and stay true.

And you, are the hotel's FIRST one to be redeemed. 

You actually are meant to leave tomorrow morning, to walk to the pearly gates of Heaven and have its gates made from pure gold open for your entry. You can't help but feel excited. 

You're finally leaving this sin ridden place and going where you truly belong. You'll be reunited with your family, your friends. You'll be in a place of tranquility, and divinity. 

Except...

Your eyes scan the full longue, glancing from Angel Dust's white fluffy hair to Niffty's frantic running as she continues to chase after a bug--not even taking a moment to breathe--with her needle as her spear.

A little frightening...but you try your best to stay clear from her and anything...sharp she wields. 

Charlie is sitting on the couch beside Vaggie, a glass of wine in her hand. Her face is beaming, probably because finally, after so many haters and doubters, her hotel is reaching its point of succession. And it is all thanks to you...

Husker sits behind the bar counter, cleaning the glasses left behind from previous drinking. 

And then there is...Alastor. 

He stands in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back, the smile still on his face, as his crimson eyes look from one head to another, appearing to be a little pleased and dare you say...happy. 

A warm tingle floods your chest seeing his presence. You admit, you still haven't figured out as to why every time you look at him, you feel as if you know him--even though the two of you have never met before. But at the same time, upon getting to know him these past three months...you've slowly come to the realization that Alastor...isn't as terrible as everyone claims. 

 Alastor has a gentle and sweet side. At least, around you he does. You are unclear as to how he acts to other demons outside this hotel. But that isn't the point. The actual point is...you've grown used to his company. 

You've actually grown to like his company in these months. Whenever the two of you speak, he always talks with a soft tone, his smile appearing less forced, and more genuine. Out of everyone else, you are the only one he will go out of his way to do something for you. Anything you ask, you would receive within minutes, which is surprising...Alastor isn't one to give without getting in return. He always has to get SOMETHING from someone. 

And yet when it came to you...he asked of nothing. Just that...he wants to see your smile. 

Deep down, it made you blush. Even knowing Alastor's reputation, you still admit that...he is attractive. Physically and his personality as well seemed to fascinate you. In fact, he is the only one that reminded you of a past you can barely hang onto. He is the only thing that can bring to life those memories of your old life in New Orleans as a beautiful, young, alive, human being. 

It was clear he was alive in your era of time as well. He's said so himself. Though when you asked where he had lived, well...you didn't know if he was lying or not, but he always said he lived in New Orleans as well. 

Which only made you more confused, and happy at the same time. It was nice to have finally met a demon who lived in the same era as you, the same southern place called New Orleans as you, died the same year as you. And yet...you couldn't get rid of this one feeling that haunts the back of your mind, making you pace your hotel room at midnight, yanking at your hair, gritting your teeth. 

Where had you SEEN him before?! You know deep down that you HAD seen him SOMEWHERE! You just don't know WHEN or WHERE! Had you seen him in Hell once? And due to him being from your time as a human, you feel as if you know him? 

Or did you ACTUALLY know him somewhere? And over the centuries and abuse in Hell, you forgot.

Maybe...you had seen his face in New Orleans? Maybe...he had passed you on a street, waved hello, before disappearing into the crowds, not to be seen again? 

These are the questions that drive you to insanity in the middle of the night. 

And being afraid of losing what friendship you have with Alastor, you refuse to ask him such questions. You don't want to weird him out with your...nonsense. So, as much as you can, you try to block the thoughts of what could have been a past you can't remember and try to focus on the present. 

Which is you standing at floor above him, staring down at Alastor, your heart warming and purring at the sight of him. 

At some point, Alastor feels a pair of eyes watching him, so he turns, seeing you as the one who is staring. He can't help but blush a little. He used to adore it whenever you looked at him when he was a young man...and even right now, he still feels that feeling. The feeling of warmth and...love. 

These three months have flown by too quickly, in Alastor's point of view anyways. He wished you had screwed up at some point, that way you could stay longer. Yet, you were an angel. As you always were, of course. Even in your human years, you were such a saint...for god's sake you even saved BUGS in the windowsill and released them outside to be free.

How could a soul like yours even be SENT down here?!

Alastor wondered that for a while...until initially, he came to his conclusion. The reason as to why you truly were down here...was him. During his relationship with you, he had gone out and murdered people, only to return home back to you, and lie to your face, and claim that the stains on his clothes were from the deer's he killed at the swamp. A lie he used so much, that it reached the point of becoming suspicious...yet you believed him. Because you loved him so much. 

It was your ignorance to his crimes...that sent your soul down here. 

Goodness, how Alastor wished he was the one to go to Heaven, just to smack God in the face and yell at him about how could he have casted your soul to the depths of Hell. Yet, there isn't a need to do such a drastic/dangerous deed. For your soul has been approved to enter Heaven's gates. 

You were finally getting what you deserved...and though Alastor is happy for you, he's also a little angry. 

He doesn't want you to leave him. Hell knows how long he's stayed up tossing and turning in his bed, reaching over to try and feel your body beside him, only to feel nothing...how many days he's gone wandering the empty halls of his mansion, reminiscing the memories he has of you.

There's been times where he teleported himself to earth, just to stand in the exact spots where you and he stood--even if it's changed since the 1920s, the memories are still there. 

And three months ago...you randomly--almost magically--walked into the hotel, into his life again. How could he let you go, after all he's wanted, all he's ever wished, was to have you in his arms again? 

He wants to be selfish, why can't he be selfish and refuse your departure, and demand you stay with him? He wants too...badly. Yet Alastor still comes down to the crucial fact. 
You have no memories of him...and he cannot force you to love him.

So, he remains stuck. Standing by, allowing your light to be casted to Heaven, while his soul drowns in the darkness of Hell for an eternity. All he can do in these final moment...is be your friend, and then wave goodbye when you finally leave. 

Inhaling a breath, Alastor climbs up the stairs to approach you. 

"Y/N?"

You look at him, your smile softening. "Yes?" 

 God how he wants to sweep you off your feet and carry you away from everyone, just so he can have you all to himself again. Yet, he restrains himself...though it is very hard. 

Swallowing, Alastor bows, extending a hand. "May I have this dance?"

Your eyes widen. A dance? You become hesitant. Not because you don't know how to dance, you do, but the thought of dancing with Alastor...it's both a little scary and...exhilarating at the same time. 

You smile again, nodding your head once as you rise to your feet and take his hand.

The memories of you and Alastor dancing when you both were alive flood Alastor's mind. His chest becoming tingly and warm...making him almost feel a little drunk. Your love always did that to him...made him feel high, drunk, and addicted. Though to him, that is not a bad thing. 

He likes it, honestly. 

Intertwining his hand with yours, while the other rests at your waist, the two of you begin to dance. Slowly...eyes locked within one another, the two of you ignoring the world and everyone else in it. 

It's just you and him in this moment. There is no one--and nothing--else. 

Alastor spins you softly, dipping you, which causes a little giggle to escape your lips from feeling his arm wrap around your back. This feels so...familiar. But where in time had this happened? 

You stare up into his eyes, your heart fluttering in your chest being this close to him, feeling his warmth and energy bask upon you like a thick blanket being wrapped around you. You love this feeling...you...love him. 

He smiles down at you, one hand raising to brush aside a strand of your hair behind your ear so that he can see your eyes better. One last look into your eyes...before you have to bid farewell in the morning. 

How he wished he knew how to freeze time, that way this moment could never end. Yet sadly, that power is out of his reach, and this moment he's craved for centuries is over. 

The two of you let go, stepping back from one another, continuing to stare into each other's eyes, not wanting the other to break away. 

Who...was he in his human life? You ask yourself. You find yourself becoming desperate. You need to know these answers. Who was he? What did he do in his human years? Have you met him before? 

The questions are there in the back of your throat, just begging to be asked to end this horrid feeling of being unsure. But slowly, you find yourself walking away. 

Some force is pulling you backwards, further and further...until you feel one of your feet slip when your back faces the top of the stairs. 

Alastor's face floods with fear, as he reaches out desperately to catch you, but his fingers barely caress your skin, as you fall. 

Everything moves in slow motion. You fall down the stairs, hitting the back of your head harshly, before your body topples and rolls the rest of the way down...laying still when you hit the ground. 

Everything goes black. 

***

Immediately after you had fallen, Alastor ran down the steps two at a time, crouching at your side, lifting your body up so that he can carry you. You didn't have any damage to your head, except a small bump, but you were unconscious. 

Which you still are...hours later. 

Alastor had brought you to his room and laid you on his bed, placing your hands on your stomach, as he pulled up a chair to sit beside you. He stares at you for what feels like an eternity, nervous, scared, frightened...the first time he's ever been scared in centuries. 

He continues to stare at you, ignoring his body's begging for him to go to sleep. He can't pull his eyes away from you, he needs to know that you'll be okay. That you won't leave him again...

Standing up, he brushes aside your hair, and kisses your forehead lovingly, one thumb brushing against your cheekbone, silently pleading that you'll be okay...that you won't leave him. That you...won't go to Heaven.

Selfish. He's selfish to want it, yet he can't help it. He can't lose you...he just can't. 

*** 

You don't recall what had happened, but when you had hit your head, you saw...something. These small flashes of pictures and visions before your eyes, your ears listening to the faraway voices of a woman and a man. 

You saw someone. You saw...him. A young man, with dark brown hair, tan skin, wearing...Alastor's smile. And you also saw your human form, embracing this stranger in your visions, hugging him tightly as he spins you in circles, standing in the middle of a beautiful field with blooming flowers. 

What was this? 

That clearly was you, but who was...he? 

Suddenly, the memories of your accident fill your mind, filling your chest with the same terror you felt in those last moments you spent alone before you died. And then, you see that man again, crying over what appears the death of you, before the image changes to something even more terrifying and darker. 

This man...murdering people, grinning madly while he does it, the look of pure evil in his brown eyes sends a pulse of fear through your veins and into your heart and brain. 

The man suddenly disappears, being replaced with Alastor, but...they have the same smile. 

The same...smile. 

Suddenly, you gasp, sitting up in panic, breathing in and out heavily as you replay these images you saw in your head while you laid unconscious. That smile...you KNEW you had seen that smile somewhere! 

And now...you know. You remember...you remember everything. 

Alastor...was your lover in your human years. The same Alastor...who just sat up and gently put his hands on your shoulders when he saw your panicked reaction. 

"Y/N?" Alastor asks, holding your shoulders still, nervously staring into your eyes, making sure that there isn't anything wrong with you. 

You stare at him, your eyes filling with tears, as you whisper these few words that makes his heart stop beating. 

"Alastor...I remember. I remember..." 

His eyes widen, before you throw your arms around him, desperate to hold him after going so long without too. You cry in his shoulder. "I remember YOU. You...you were there...you were-"

"Yes," Alastor whispers, nodding softly when he pulls back to cup your face. The static in his voice cracks softly, and his smile is quivering.

You cup his face as well, brushing aside his hair, touching his cheeks, his neck, his chest, trying to prove to yourself that this isn't a dream. That he really is...here. How could you have forgotten the only one who you had loved unconditionally, the only one who loved you all the same? How could he have slipped past your mind all those centuries spent down here in Hell? 

Your breathing is heavy, the realization of everything falling upon you at a too quick of a rate, almost becoming overwhelming. You hug him again, allowing yourself to sob. Not in pain...but in joy. 

You finally remember...

When you pull away again, your mind fills with questions. "Why didn't you tell me?" You whisper, "why didn't you tell me who you were?" 

Exhaling softly, he takes your hand into his. "Would you have believed me if I did?" he asks, his gaze lowering to the small distance between you and him. "I didn't want the memories of our relationship to keep you back from ascending into Heaven. I...wanted your soul to be at peace. I wanted you to go to Heaven, Y/N." 

Heaven? You scoff slightly, reaching up to cup his face once again. "Alastor...the only Heaven I want to go to, is you being in my life. There is no better Heaven than that..." 

Sitting up, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. Your chest overflows with the sensation of pure bliss and love when your lips meet his. You can't believe you had forgotten this. Forgotten him...

Alastor responds to the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as well, kissing you with a little bit more love and affection then he used to, wanting you to know that he does still love you, and missed you more than anything in this realm. 

You slightly feel bad for Charlie though. Because with this newfound truth, there isn't any force in Hell that will make you go to Heaven, not unless Alastor is going with you. But...Heaven, Hell, Earth, or even Space...you don't care where you go. As long as he is with you. 

The two of you continue to kiss, before you both separate for air, but instantly come back to enjoy a long, tight hug.

An...unforgettable moment. When yours and Alastor's soul reunited once again, never to be pulled apart again. You will never forget this. 

You...will never forget him. Ever again.