pairing: Singer! Y/N x Alastor

*summary: Seven years ago Y/N, being trapped to a relationship with Valentino, is scarred mentally, the only thing making her smile throughout the days is listening to Alastor's radio show. When Alastor one day vanishes, her joy is slightly tarnished. Though overtime she slowly forgets about it. After breaking things off with Valentino officially, she takes her leave and goes to find some solace and safety from Hell and him. When she arrives at the hotel, she's surprised to see Alastor is there, and as they make conversation, Alastor invites her to sing at his radio broadcasting tower.*

requested by Sen_moon

*Your POV*

A toxic relationship...for six years. Six years of your life, you were stuck with the Moth Demon/Overlord/One of the three Vees. The worst of the Vees...Valentino.
At first, things seemed fine. He was charming, witty, flirtatious, he always would take you dancing and whisper sweet things in your ear. 

Though overtime...just as you began to get comfortable with you, he revealed his true colors. He was a manipulator, a pretty liar, a monster. You couldn't escape him, Hell knows you tried in the past to break things off from him, but he would always use the one thing he used for everyone else.

Fear.

Fear was your leash to him. Fear of him finding you if you ran away, fear of him hurting you if he found you. And because of that, you found the pieces of your spirit being broken and shattered day by day in the household of Valentino, fulfilling his constant demands and pleasing him when he needs it--which was way too often.

For six years you were mute, trapped in his poison, not wanting to run or fight out of fear he'll hurt you to the point where there would be no turning back. 
So, in the morning when he would leave you at home, you would pull out an old radio and go to a specific station, the charming voice of the Radio Demon filling the silence when Valentino was gone. 

It was Alastor's radio station that managed to keep a shaky, genuine smile on your face. Nothing else could succeeded in such a thing. It was just...Alastor. His voice, his charm, his witty remarks, the dad jokes that everyone called lame, his singing, his music choices. 
Of course, you did hear a few demon screams from the radio here and there, but you didn't mind. This was Hell after all, everyday someone dies. As long as it wasn't you, you were okay.

That simple old radio stuffed in Valentino's overstuffed closet was what kept you alive throughout the days of being Valentino's personal toy and pet. Until one day...it stopped. 
You at first thought the radio was broken but as you tried to listen to his station on another radio, it was silent. 

And that silence lasted for seven, long years...
And one year ago, you managed to slip out of Valentino's chain and leash and run away from him, doing your best to hide from everyone and everything you fear is connected to him. 

Since then, he hasn't found you yet, and you were relieved, but as the year went on, leading to the present moment, you find yourself in fear. The Vees territory is growing, and the more it grows, the more people it invites. And the more people...the more eyes and ears for Valentino. 

If someone were to find you, they would tell him, and he would get you once again.
A shudder runs down your spine as your pace quickens, your heaving breaths becoming shallower as you then take off in a sprint towards the grand five story building dead ahead, with the flickering sign that says, Hazbin Hotel. 

Just last week you saw the news and witnessed a blonde haired, sweet looking demoness go on to 666 News and announce her grand idea to redeem sinners, so their souls can be lifted to Heaven and depopulate Hell. An idea everyone laughed and mocked, but something you saw as beneficial. Perhaps this was the safe haven from Valentino and his people. It was a chance after all...and besides, who would try to hurt the princess of Hell? 

As your feet lead you to the top of the long steps, you begin to knock on the door, a little forcefully, to make your presence known even more, for its mandatory.
"Come on, come on, open up," you whisper to yourself as you swing your fist back to knock on the door harder, only for the door to suddenly fly open and for your fist to nearly hit someone's chest.

"Yes? May I help you with something, dear?" a man says, his voice thick with static and laced with the accent of a 1920s style, his crimson red eyes flickering and glowing a little.
You raise your head. "Yes, hi my name is Y/N and..." you trail off, your eyes meeting his, as a sudden wave of realization floods your chest. 

That voice...you know that voice all to well. For it was the voice that would unknowninly sing to you when you were in despair, that voice that made you laugh when you felt unhappy, that voice that made you smile when nothing else could.

This was the Radio Demon. Alastor...
You gulp. "A-Alastor?" you ask perplexed, "it's...it's you?"

Alastor's brow furrows unnoticeably. Had this demoness seen him before? Or perhaps known him? Well, to his knowledge he's never heard of her or even seen her. How peculiar.
When the silence turns awkward, you clear your throat, seeming to realize the confused moment in the current situation. "You and I have never met but...I used to listen to your radio show all the time and...I'm kinda a fan."

"Oho! A fan you say? Well by all means welcome!" he swings the door open grandly, ushering you to shuffle your feet inside so that he can shut the door behind you. The moment you mentioned you were a fan, his face immediately lit up. It's not too common for him to meet fans of his radio show! Most are afraid of him...orrrrrrrrr they love him a little too much, and they end up scaring him.

Upon shutting the door behind you, Alastor turns, hands clasping. "Well then my dear, make yourself at home! I regret to inform you that our dear hotel owner, Charolette Morningstar is currently wrapped up in business that will take up most of her time. So for now, why don't you sit at the longue, make yourself nice and comfy, and I'll fetch us a drink." 

Your eyes widen, as a little blush forms on your cheek, though you rub it away. "Thank you," you respond politely, deciding to take him up on his offer and sit down by the crackling built in fireplace, feeling your legs damp from Hell's rain warm and begin to dry at a rapid rate. 

You extend your hands, smiling a little, feeling happy to be near such a welcoming warmth, before an arm nudges you.
"Here you go, it's simply water," Alastor sits down, crossing one leg over the as he exhales and flicks a look towards your direction. "Now then, why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Are you a sinner looking for redemption? A second chance at a better life then this infernal punishment? Do you desire to give up your reckless life of sin and reach for the sky?!" He raises his hands grandly up towards the ceiling, though the look of amusement is on his face. And it is NOT because he's proud of a sinner thinking about redemption. 

More like he's excited to see a sinner attempt to redeem themselves, and only fail horribly. It gives Alastor a good life every now and then.
Worried that by being honest and saying you just want a place to stay, you tell a lie. "Yeah...I'm looking for redemption," you smile nervously. Not particularly a truth but, it could become a truth overtime. After all, you're not exactly like the other demons. You don't cheat, steal, murder or anything. 

If you must admit to a sin, it would be a cuss word here and there, some gambling with lottery tickets and such, and a few drinks that Valentino forced you to consume. But other than that, you're a saint. Hell's version of a saint, that is.

Alastor brings his hands under his chin, propping his elbows on his knees to lean a little closer towards you as his head tilts. "Care to explain to me a little bit about yourself? What is it you like to do, or any sort of addictions you have. All these questions must be answered if you want to stay here, you know," he teases. 

You swallow. "Well, my name is Y/N L/N, I'm I/A years old"--A/N, I/N stands for insert age--"I don't really sin minus some swearing and some drinks, but who doesn't do that?"

Alastor chuckles. 

"And...I also really...like to sing," you admit bashfully, your cheeks turning a light pink. If you're being honest, Alastor was an inspiration for you to practice singing. And truthfully, singing was your escape from the cruel, dreadful nightmare of a life you once lived with Valentino six years ago. 

Alastor's ears twitch upon hearing such a claim. "Oh? A singer? How marvelous!" Alastor claps once, "would you care to sing a little note for me? I'm dying to know how you sound."

"S-sing for you?" You ask suddenly, a feeling of shyness and blushing coming over you at his request. It was something you never once thought would happen. You? Singing a song for Alastor? What an unimaginable thing.

And yet...it was also something you couldn't say no to.
"Alright, but...I'm not that good," you chuckle shyly. 
Alastor smiles. "I shall be the judge of that, my dear," he leans forward a bit more, "go on, sing whatever jolly tune you like, and I'll sit here and listen." 

You nod as you clear your throat to inhale a breath, searching for well-rehearsed lyrics in your head, before you find the perfect song and begin to softly sing. An old song you'd hear all the time play on Alastor's radio station. 

🎶"You're never fully dressed, without a smile,"🎶
you sing the main chorus, before going into the second verse, your eyes staring at the cracks in the floor, avoiding his gaze on purpose, in fear that he'll judge or laugh at you and your singing. 

Alastor's eyes widen just slightly, his lips parting as his hand slowly falls away from under his chin. By word, he's never heard such an angelic voice in all his life! And afterlife! The closest thing he can compare is his mother, as he remembers how when he was a young boy, propped on his mama's knee as she would sing the exact same song you're singing. 

It over the years remained his favorite, and hearing you sing it perfectly, even adding a little bit of your own style to it to make it sound even more fluid, his heart begins to pound a bit harder, as his smile widens when an idea forms in his head. 
As your singing comes to an end, to your surprise, you hear Alastor clap. 

"Bravo! Bravo darling! Simply marvelous!" he laughs, "I haven't been that entertained since the stock crash market of 1929, hahaha! Oh...so many orphans," he smiles, seeming lost in his own version of a fantasy land, but to everyone else, it's nightmare land. 

"You really liked it?" You ask shyly, the blush on your cheeks brightening.
"Goodness I more than liked it!" he exclaims, "I loved it! So much so that I must invite you to sing on my radio show! Image the waves you'd make, darling," he chuckles, leaning forward slightly, "a voice such as yours shouldn't be kept to yourself. It's much too beautiful for such a thing..."

Your blush deepens. "I--I really don't know--"

"Don't worry dearie! I promise everything would be fine, and it would be an honor to broadcast such a heavenly voice like yours. But you are more than welcomed to decline. The choice is yours, after all," he winks at you.

Your eyes glance towards the ground. You were always hesitant to sing for anyone, simply content with singing to yourself due to...Valentino. If he ever heard you humming or singing, he'd snicker and say that your singing wouldn't be worth anything, and that you should focus on what you're good at, and what he'll accept you for. 

You clench a fist, your eyes shutting. No, don't think about him. Don't allow him to stop you from taking such an opportunity such as this, a once in a lifetime chance.
As your eyes shift to fall on Alastor, you smile a little. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Splendid!" He leaps up, "I see big things coming your way, yes indeedy! Now, I will be up at my broadcasting tower this Saturday, 6:00 in the evening sharp! Don't be late, and I'm looking forward to seeing you more often." 

Alastor turns on his heels. "But until then, rest for now, and I'll check up on you later. Goodbye for now, Y/N!" He waves, disappearing down the hotel hallway as he whistles, twirling his staff, leaving you alone with your thoughts for company. 

You, singing on Alastor's radio show? What an unexpected dream come true. He's your inspiration to be a singer, you admire him and his view of things. So, him offering you to sing? It's more than amazing. 

It's unbelievable. 

SEE YOU IN PART TWO!