Trainwreck | Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss (Web Series)
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Trainwreck | Hazbin Hotel
Summary
"Self-destruction is the worst way to die." "I was thinking being burned alive but to each their own." ✞(Y/N) Magne is the youngest daughter of two famous socialites. when she is sent off to her older sisters rehab clinic she expects nothing to come of it and doesn’t plan on changing her ways. that is until she meets a few interesting and colorful characters.(Alastor and Husk x Reader)[Human!AU]discontinued
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You were in utter panic the next morning. It was early and rain pelted the windows outside of the hotel. Usually you'd be relaxing in bed with some dark and hot coffee, sweet bread on your plate. But upon waking up you realized your golden locket was no longer around your neck. 

 

You remembered walking down to the bar in your pajamas and coat, the hotel was strangely cold. Then you awoke to find the necklace missing. 

 

You were grateful Charlie would be out all day meeting potential investors because this gave you the time to panic and wallow in your own worry the entirety. With soft pants you had torn the room apart, your chest rose and fell rapidly. 

 

"Fuck fuck fuck...",you cursed below your breath and gripped tuffs of your hair. Your bottom lip quivered.

 

What if Charlie finds it?

My drugs...

 

She thinks I've been clean for weeks...

 

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a soft tongue click,"Are you looking for this, my dear?" Whipping around you look to the famous radio host, dangling the locket between his black gloved fingers. Your eyes widen and he grins widely. 

 

"How did you—" 

 

He shakes his head and twirls it in his fingers, closing his fist it seemingly disappears, because when he opens it its gone. "No need to ask silly questions that you won't be able to understand the answer to." Your brows pinch together as he steps forward and you glance to the door behind him. 

 

I know I locked that. 

 

"You're quite the clever one, (Y/N). But not at all sneaky.",he steps towards you with a grin,"I could tell the moment you stepped into the dining room that you were higher than a kite. And that fiancé of your sister made it all the more obvious." He tilts his head ever so slightly and you notice his eyes are on your chest. The lace slip you wore exposed your cleavage but when your eyes followed his vision you noticed he wasn't staring at your breasts. 

 

He was staring at the locket back to its place around your neck. 

 

You gasped softly and placed your hand over the pendant with slightly wide eyes,"How on earth did you—" He interrupts you once more which only fuels your irritation with the man. He laughs loudly and knocks on your temple gently.

 

“Again! You would not be able to understand nor would you believe me! But now you know I can take that whenever I please.”,his index finger glides down your temple to push up your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. 

 

Your eyes are narrowed and a bit confused. You begin to wonder and feel a plethora of things. His eyes are narrowed as well and that shit-eating grin never wavers. 

 

“Why are you giving me back the drugs? Isn’t it your job to stop addiction?”,you find your voice coming out much more softer and shaky than you intended it to. You’ve also found your breathing to slow and grow softer. 

 

Alastor laughs in your face once more, his hand cupping your cheek,”Oh no no! I let your fair sister know from the beginning that I would not be supportive of this endeavor of yours. I simply pour money into it and help by providing her staff and resources.” You internally curse when this only makes you all the more confused of this strange and bizarre man. 

 

Its also not helping you find him physically attractive and he seems to have no problem invading personal spaces. 

 

You grow even more suspicious of the man. If he doesn’t believe in your sisters cause you can only assume he is up to no good. But what could he gain from destroying a place he invested in? For now you had to play this smart. 

 

You could tell he was a clever man beyond his years so you must be one step ahead of him. But so far you weren’t even one step behind him.

 

“It’s quite irresponsible of you to flush money down a program you don’t believe in. Why are you really here?”,you retort back with a hard swallow. Alastor can’t help but notice the way you’re reacting to him. 

 

Your expression is one of irritation and annoyance, which only amuses him. But your skin is hot and eyes fiery. 

 

This makes him feel something else. Something he doesn’t care for.

 

He tilts his head ever so slightly and leans in,”I want to watch every client here rise to success only to eventually fall and tumble down into the fiery pits of failure. Its quite entertaining to me.” 

 

Your eyes widen and lips part in disgust, you roughly shove him away from you and place a hand over your racing heart. He simply chuckles and pushes up his cheaters on his nose. 

 

“You’re sick.”,you comment with disgust and he shrugs while folding his hands behind his back,”You do know recovery is possible. You could very well be flushing away your money.” 

 

Alastor laughs once more, a laugh you’ve already grown to hate, and he shakes his head with a dismissive wave,”Ridiculous! Absolutely amusing.” He inhales deeply and drops his head, looking up at you through his glasses. 

 

“Recovery is not possible. People may stop for moments but its impossible to stop forever! They will always succumb to their deepest filthy desires...”,you find yourself unable to move as he steps towards you. Chills run across your skin when his gloved fingers brush the curve of your breasts, just so he can grasp the heart locket. 

 

“You’ve already proven that.”,his eyes glance around the torn apart room, his grin widens and eyes do just as much,”It was just as entertaining as I hoped.” 

 

You were beyond annoyed and pissed. He was talking down to you and toyed with you for his own entertainment. He was mocking you. You scoffed and shook your head while pulling the locket away from him. 

 

“You’re wrong. And a fool. I could very well recover entirely.”,his eyes dance with amusement at your words. He watches as you grab the locket with your hand. 

 

He raises his brows at you,”And you’re naive and pathetic to think such ridiculous thoughts.” You swallow hard once more and he can’t help but shift his expression slightly when you reach up and unclasp the locket. 

 

You walk over to a glass of water aside your bed and twist off the heart from the spoon. He feels his grin tighten when you dump the powder into the glass of water, allowing the spoon and heart to fall in after. 

 

You walk towards him with pinched brows, your blood is boiling and heart pounding. You were in disbelief that you just did that. And Alastor was skillful in hiding his own disbelief. You look up at him, only now noticing the staggering height difference. He looks down at your with his expression never wavering.

 

“I may be a drug addict and you may think I’m lesser than you but I am the heir to one of the most powerful families this side of the world.”,a sickly sweet smile spreads across your lips. 

 

“Do not ever speak to me like that again.”,you speak in a soft tone before your hand reaches up and you pat his cheek. Its then you notice the way his smile shakes. Your eyes narrow a bit in curiosity and you use your other hand to pat his chest. 

 

He flinches beneath your touch. 

 

Seems he has a weakness.

 

You sigh and pat his cheek and chest once more, you glance around,”Find someone to clean this mess up, my dear.” You glare at him before dropping your hands and turning away from him. He can’t help but watch the way your hips move as you walk away and towards the bathroom. He feels irritated at your last statement. 

 

But his mind can’t help but wander.

 

He chuckles to himself and fixes his bowtie, he snaps his fingers and the shadows ooze down from the walls once more. They notice the way their masters eyes are seemingly stuck on the bathroom door. 

 

“Clean this room up. And fetch me the necklace.” 

 

 

You walked downstairs to fetch something to eat. You were satisfied to come out into a prim and perfect room. Not to mention you were amused by the surprise behind Alastors almond brown eyes. 

 

You would probably spend your time later that night panicking and worrying about your little spiteful display. But for now you were too prideful to care. 

 

It was cold once more inside of the hotel and you wore your usual oversized attire. You played with the knitting on the cuffs of your long sleeves and looked to the front desk with a smile across your lips. 

 

“Good morning, Husk!” 

 

Husk groans in annoyance at the sounds of joy so early but when he lifts his head from the bar he can’t help but feel the annoyance go away slightly. “Why the fuck you so cheery? Its damn near seven a.m...”,he grumbles while dragging his hands down his tired face. 

 

You shrug and hop up on a stool,”Its raining today, I like the rain.” Husk raises a brow at you and his eyes fall to the knit sweater you wear. Its large size on you makes him wonder if the necklace is hiding beneath it still.

 

He also wondered why Alastor took it.

 

He didn’t care enough to audibly ask though. 

 

“You like the rain?”,he asks. Obviously being related to Charlie wouldn’t necessarily mean you’re exactly like her. But he knew how much your sister hated these gloomy days, considering she was the embodiment of sunshine. 

 

You nod and swing your feet on the tall stool,”Yeah! The smell is amazing and its so fresh, maybe a bit too cold but still.” Husk notices the way your arms wrap around yourself and you inhale softly. It was freezing in the hotel, for some reason none of them could fix the thermostat for the heating. 

 

Hmm...Husk thought to himself as you glanced around. 

 

His eyes looked around the empty lobby and he cleared his throat,”There’s crap to make hot chocolate in the kitchen.” You look to Husk with a smile and his tired eyes meet yours. He can’t help the warmth in his heart at your excited features. 

 

“Ooh! Wanna go make some with me?”,you ask while pushing out your bottom lip. Husk snorts and rolls his eyes while standing up from his seat.

 

“If I do will you go away after and let me sleep?”,you nod eagerly and he rounds the bar, he cocks his chin towards the doors leading into the dining room,”Well hurry up the fuck up before I change my mind.” 

 

When you jump off the stool and hurry towards the dining room with a bounce in your step he cracks a bit of a smile. Your excitement is made better when Husk realizes your pupils weren’t dilated. 

 

She’s not high. 

 

Why the fuck do I give a shit?

 

He rolls his eyes at himself before following you, running his fingers through his hair. His half-lidded eyes narrow when you open the door for him and bow,”Gentlemen first.” He stops with a raised brow, your look turns stern.

 

She is cute though. 

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