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You’re a great friend – Alastor x Nonbinary!Reader

A/N: I think I did a bit more fluff than I wanted, but hey ! It isn't short at least and I put in more than ONE category ! ^^' (Drawing belongs to rightful owner)

WARNING!: Nothing. A lot of fluff and a bit of angst, if you squint.

Words: 4 620

You worked for the Hazbin Hotel, because your best friend, Alastor, asked for your help. You had no soul contract with him, but you were close. Almost as close as he was with Rosie.

The first time you arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone misgendered you. They all called you “She” and “Her”, because your body was feminine. Alastor was pretty triggered by it and then stepped in correcting them and announcing...

“It’s THEY and THEM. They use They/Them pronouns. And their name is Y/n.”

He had a protective arm around you when he did that and you couldn’t be happier. Charlie immediately apologized to you, as soon as your friend corrected everyone.

Of course...there was a time where Alastor misgendered you too. As you told him that you were Nonbinary, he gave you the cutest confused fawn look anyone ever saw before. He asked you stupidly what Nonbinary is and you explained to him that these are people that don’t identify themselves as Female and male, that don’t use the pronouns of he/him and she/her, but they use they/them.

It took him a while to use your correct pronounces, but he got the hang of it and corrected anyone, who misgendered you.

This day, you went shopping for food, for the Hotel. You were running low and it was one of your jobs to go shopping. Alastor waited for your return in the Lobby, to help you with the bags later on. He didn’t expect for you to come back with angry tears in your eyes however. He dropped his book and rushed to you.

“Dear ? What happened ? Why are you upset ?”, he fretted over you.

“Some jerks found it funny to call me a female all the time, even though I said that I am Nonbinary. They tried to...”, you mumbled the last bit.

“They tried to what, Y/n ? Tell me what these swines tried to do.”, he demanded.

“They tried to rape me !”, you shouted at him.

He froze up and his antlers grew bigger.

“They tried to what ?”, he asked dangerously calm.

“You heard me, Al !”, you yelled back, looking away from him.

“Describe them to me, now.”, he said as he hugged you and took the bags from you, teleporting them to the kitchen, sending his shadows after them to store everything away.

You described the demons and he was out of your sight the second he had all information and gave you a giant bowl of your favorite comfort food. He told you to wait in the Lobby. You tearfully ate your comfort food as one of Alastor’s shadows brought one of your friend’s radios to you, active and running on Alastor’s channel.

“P-please ! We are so-sorry !”, one of your offenders’ voices was heard from the radio.

You put down your bowl of comfort food, looking at the radio in awe.

“A reminder to all in Pentagram City, to not touch, disgrace, disrespect what belongs to the RADIO DEMON ! I think you folks have forgotten your place !”, Alastor broadcasted.

The next few minutes to an hour were only screams, flesh tearing, bones cracking and Alastor’s psychotic cackles. You smiled brightly and finished your comfort food. As the broadcast was over you smiled at the radio.

“Hey Al ? Thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to, but you did it anyways and I thank you for that.”, you told the radio.

You had a sneaking suspicion that your friend could hear you over the radio, after all he was the Radio Demon. He practically controlled the airwaves. Then the radio clicked off and you looked at his shadow, that he left behind with you.

“Thank you, Red, for showing me this.” (I named the shadow Red, yes, yes. It doesn’t have a canon name)

It chirped gently and then took away the radio again. Not long later, Alastor appeared on the couch next to you again. He gave you a gentle smile.

“You are welcome, Dear.”, he said.

You smiled at him, happily.

“Can I have a hug, Al ?”, you asked him gently.

He opened his arms, inviting you in. You hugged him gently and gave a happy hum from you.

“Do you know that you are so huggable ?”

“How so, my Dear ?”, he asked a bit confused.

“You are warm, you smell comforting, your aura is calm and gentle, your clothes are a bit on the softer side and all of that makes you so comfy to hug. I like hugging you, my friend.”, you said with a big smile.

He hummed gently, his left ear twitching in slight happiness. He only let you and Rosie hug him. To hear that he is comfortable as a blanket from you, made him happy. His tail, hid under his overcoat, wagged gently.

“Hey...Al ?”

“What, Cher ?”

“Would you be opposed if we go to your bedroom and just cuddle for a bit ? I really need it. I feel touch starved today.”, you gently asked.

He was your best and closest friend. It wasn’t the first time you asked this of him, but you knew how he usually was with the whole touch affection thing. Usually you didn’t dare to bother him and went to Charlie for it, even though you didn’t like her affections all that much, you didn’t need to get all upsettie spaghetti for getting no affection at all. Still...you trusted Alastor more than anyone. He wouldn’t touch you anywhere you wouldn’t want him to. He respected your boundaries and the others...tend to forget that a lot.

“Hmm...Oh, alright ! But only for a little while ! I still have a few things to do, for the Hotel, after all !”

You smiled happily.

“You are the best, Al. Thank you.”

“Of course, Dear. Now close your eyes.”

You did as told, felt reality shift around you and when you opened your eyes again, you were in Alastor’s room, still in his embrace, on his bed. He snapped his fingers and you both were in comfortable clothes. Not night time clothes, but comfy clothes. Then he laid down and you followed him, snuggling into his side and chest, the top of your head under his chin.

He rubbed your back gently and let some jazz music play from his microphone. Some happy animal noises left you, telling him you are comfortable. Alastor chuckled and smiled brightly as he continued to hold you and rub your back. You may or may not also have drifted off a few times and Alastor may or may not have drifted off a few times with you too.

Small naps only though, only like....10 minutes....every 5 to 10 minutes.

“Hey Al ?”

“Hum ?”

“Can I brush your hair ?”

“Only if I can brush yours in return. Fair is fair, Dear.”

You nodded and he sat up slightly, summoning a brush and handed it to you. His hair was messy and his fluffy ears were no exception. You smiled gently and brushed his hair gently, which made him melt slightly and let out a static purr. You didn’t point it out, just let him soak in the affection.

As you were done with his hair, careful around his antlers, you got very curious and put the brush away. You carefully let your fingers scratch the base of his deer ears gently. He let out a small, fawn like, bleat in surprise.

“Don’t worry, Al I am just trying to get your ears to relax a bit, so I can smooth out the fur there. It’s messy and I think the brush would be too rough on them.”

You read about animal ears and they are mostly very sensitive, just like their tails. You NEVER pull on animal ears and tails.

“D-Dear...b-be ca-caref-ful !”, he got out with some bleats and hums.

He even pressed his head further into your hands. You smiled gently. A new method to spoil him at days he is stressed, has been found.

“Al...my good friend...could it be...that you like this ?”, you asked him and scratched JUST the right spots on the bases of his ears.

He keened gently, a loud and strong static purr left him too and he bleated gently. He melted and was putty in your hands.

“P...Perhaps so...”, he admitted with embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed of it, Al ! Do you have any idea how much I can spoil you with this, if you had a stressful day ? This is a great discovery.”, you said happily, your smile big and genuine.

Alastor had a soft blush dusting his cheeks and his smile was genuine and gentle.

“You really would want to spoil me with head pats ?”, he asked you gently.

“I would spoil you with everything I could give you, Al. You are my friend and I care a lot about you.”

“No strings attached ?”

“Alastor, if you would be in deep trouble about something, all you would have to do is tell me and ask for help and I would do anything I can to help you out of a tight spot, no deals, no strings attached and no favors to be owed.”

You carefully worked your fingers higher up his ears, smoothing out his fur on his ears gently, trying to not tickle them too much, so he didn’t have to flick them this way and that.

“Would you also never abuse my trust if I gave you my soul, with a contract ?”, he asked softly.

You stopped smoothing out his fur at that, shocked he asked that.

“Al, even if I would own your soul, I wouldn’t use it against you. You are a dear friend of mine. I would never use that against you. No matter what. But where did that even come from ?”, you asked and continued to smooth out his fur on his ears.

“It...It was just a thought, my Dear.”

“But why did it cross your mind so suddenly ?”

“It seems like you love to take care of me. You always make sure I am alright, the few times I didn’t feel all too swell, you helped me and took care of me. You always listen to me, when I let my frustrations out. You always offer comfort towards me. You defend me when someone talks bad about me and I wasn’t present. You checked on my turf often, even though you aren’t an Overlord, you kept it in tact for me, while I was absent. You pulled strings here and there, just to get to places I couldn’t go to, to get me a few things that reminded me of my old life...my home. And you never asked for anything in return.”

You chuckled and scratched the base of his ears gently again, making him melt further in comfort.

“I asked for a thing, Alastor. That was to be your friend.”

“But you never asked for anything else. No power, no protection, no favors. You don’t even ask of me to cook for you. I love cooking, but even after you found out about it, you never asked me to cook you something.”

You chuckled again.

“Friends don’t demand for favors, Al, nor are they supposed to expect you to read them like an open book and give them what they want from you. That wouldn’t be friendship, it would be something that accomplices do. Friends....they are just there. Friends are supposed to be there for you, always available if you need it, say the word and in a zap they are there for you. Friends are people that see you for who you really are. They are there when you are in a moment of need. You saw me upset today, asked me what was wrong. That’s what friends do. Care for one another, without any strings attached. I told you what happened and you chose to cheer me up, even killed the assholes that ruined my day. I never asked of you to do that, you did that on your own. Friends do that. You were there when I needed you and I am here...when you need me.”

“Even if it is something as stupid as a...what did Charlie call it ? ....A sleepover ?”, he asked you.

You laughed and rubbed his left ear gently, affectionately. Another small bleat left the Radio Demon.

“If you need me for that, I will happily be there for you, Al. Even if it is just a sleepover. I will be there for you, even if you just need someone to read a good book with. I will be there, even if you just need someone to be angry at, to vent out your frustrations and rage. I am here to support you and comfort you. You will always be my friend.”

He tilted his head slightly, looking at his chair.

“What does ‘vent’ mean ? I doubt you mean the actual vents in the building.”, Alastor said confused.

You giggled and gently rubbed a sensitive spot on his ears that had him bleat comfortably and loudly again.

“‘Vent out your frustrations’ means to let some steam loose. That you need someone to talk to. The short term means vent. If you need to vent, you can come venting to me. It means you can talk to me about everything that is on your chest. Anything that pulls you down, something you don’t understand, when you are angry about the Vees again, when Charlie overworks you, all that and more. Whatever bothers you, you can talk to me and I won’t tell anyone, nor will I judge you. No strings attached and no deals to be made.”

You checked one last time if you had to smooth anything else out, as you switched with Alastor, you gave him the brush and he started to brush your hair gently.

“I...I think then I never had an actual friend ever before...You and Rosie are the only ones that are my actual friends...”, Alastor said carefully.

You started to frown.

“Not even when you were alive ?”

“No, no one. Most of them didn’t like me for...being a mixed breed. The ones that did tolerate me, just did so because I was famous and rich.”, he gently got out.

“Fame hungry and greedy people. Disgusting. I am surprised that you were mixed, Al. I always thought you were probably white with a tan on you, because you were often outside. After all, you told me that the walk from your home to the Radio Station was quite the journey.”, you chuckled out.

“Does...this change anything ?”, he asked, a slight bit of vulnerability in his voice.

“It doesn’t change anything, Al. The only things that changed is that I know now that you were mixed and that I now regret that I never got the chance to see your Human self.”, you sighed.

He stopped brushing your hair.

“Why would you regret not ever seeing it ?”

You gave a small chuckle.

“Alastor...I know I was born a bit after your time, but I was always fond of mixed people. I think they were pretty to look at. Like quite literally. Nothing sexual or anything, they just looked pretty. I was usually jealous. When they got freckles and had that certain mixed skin color, they were almost invisible.”, you chuckled out.

“Did...you have freckles ?”

“A few. Some you could barely see, but then there were some you saw clear as day and it annoyed me. I found them rather...ugly. Others found them cute, but I despised them.” (You choose what skin color ! I didn’t specify it, freckles always look different too, so no point in arguing !)

Alastor hummed in thoughts as he continued to brush your hair.

“But enough about that. Better back to the here and now. I am glad that you have friends now, at least. Believe me...true friends are very hard to find.”, you said softly.

“Experience, my Dear ?”

You gave a grim smile and he saw it from the mirror on his dresser in his room. He was concerned.

“Everyone had that one ‘friend’ at some point, I suppose. I knew that person from childhood to early teenage years. We always played together and all, but as the years went by...they became more and more...suspicious. In school were suddenly rumors about me spread that were never true, my other friends distanced themselves from me, I was getting bullied suddenly and no one helped me. My so called friends started to only use me and one day I found out that my childhood friend was the one who caused all of it. They lied right in my face, that they didn’t spread these rumors, until I caught them red handed.”

“What were the rumors about ?”

“Oh this and that. Nothing too important, Al. They said that I only used my friends, claimed I was a Transgender, even though I wasn’t, and claimed that I harmed myself if I didn’t get what I wanted, plus that I was suicidal and usually threatened her to kill myself if we don’t spend time together. That was never the case though. She made everyone believe that I was the plague reincarnated. Back then Transgender people were still heavily frowned upon, but honestly ? I was always a laid back person. As long as no one was trying to force me or tell me that I am a Trans, by a Trans person, I am fine with them. They do themselves and I do myself.”, you said shrugging your shoulders.

“That is rather disgusting of your past childhood friend. And...pardon my stupidity, but what is a Transgender ?”

“Meh, they got their Karma, Al. Transgenders are people that are born in the wrong body, to explain it simply. Like you see someone like me. A woman body. But they are not Nonbinary, they are Trans. The difference between Trans and Nonbinary is the pronouns. Nonbinary people use They/Them. Transgender people use the opposite gender they have openly displayed. You see a woman and they tell you they are not a woman but a man, that is when you know they are Transgenders. Same thing with a man that says they are a woman.”

“Oh...That actually is making my head hurt...”

“We haven’t even started to go into the world of Sexual Orientations, Alastor. There are Homosexuals, Transgenders, Genderfluids, Intersexes, Shemales, Heterosexuals, Nonbinaries-“

“Alright, alright, stop ! I don’t even know what most of these things mean ! What in the name of Hell is a SHEMALE ?! Genderfluid ?! What is that ?! What is an Intersex supposed to be ?!”, Alastor interrupted you and slightly freaked out.

You busted out in laughter. Alastor could already feel a migraine starting in his brain. Too much information at once.

“The only thing you should really look into for yourself would be Asexual and, most possibly, also Aromantic.”

“Why should these terms concern me ?”, he asked you confused.

“Because, Al, I think you are an AroAce. And AroAce means you are Asexual and Aromantic.”

“What gives you that impression, Dear ?”

“Al, I never saw you romantically interested in anyone, nor did I ever see hear from anyone that you ever slept with someone. Aromantic means you aren’t all that interested into romance and Asexual means like two different things. Either you are very repulsed by just the thought of Sex, or you are not repulsed by it, but you don’t really need it. Only if you have a partner that you care deeply about and needs it, you would try and help them out, these people I think were called Gray Asexuals. It seems to fit you perfectly until now.”, you shrugged.

“Doesn’t that mean that I am unable to have a relationship ?”

“Not at all. You can still have a relationship, but it will be a unique one. Sadly not many are into the unique ones. You really need to start to educate yourself, Al. I am doing your homework.”, you teased.

He finished brushing your hair and let the brush disappear.

“I never really bothered to try and find terms that described my sexual orientations. I just thought that either I never found the right one, or that I was a dysfunctional human in my society.”

“You weren’t dysfunctional, just different. And difference is what makes people special. Now you know what you could be. AroAce.”

“And you don’t have a problem with it ?”

“I will never have a problem with anything that makes you to you, Alastor. I like the Demon I got to know and be friends with. These small things don’t bother me, they just make you more and more unique. You are a rare gem in Hell, Al. At least to people like me.”

He looked at the crown of your head and smiled a big smile, appreciation in his eyes.

“Thank you, Cher, for accepting me the way I am.”

“Sure thing, Al. Now come on, let us cook something together, yeah ? Maybe some.... JAMBALAYA ?”, you said after a bit of suspense, to get him to really listen to you.

As soon as you mentioned his Mother’s most famous dish and his favorite dish too, he perked up happily and jumped up, you laughed and followed after him.

“You are in luck, my Dear ! I just so happened to suddenly be hungry ! You will love to eat my Mother’s recipe, you didn’t had it in AGES ! You poor thing must have forgotten the taste and delicious smell ! Hahaha ! That simply just won’t do !”, he babbled on and on.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a big smile on your face. You had Jambalaya like a week ago and he pretends like you didn’t have it in centuries. This man really was something, but you wouldn’t change him for the world.

You were both chopping up the ingredients, Alastor took off his Overcoat for that, dress shirt sleeves rolled up too, as you had the devilish idea to bully Alastor a bit. You grabbed a cup, filled it with water and, without your friend registering it quick enough, sprayed the water onto his dress shirt. He let out a surprised bleat and record screech too.

He looked at his wet spot with wide eyes, then to you. You had a smirk on your face and chuckled at how funny his reaction was until now.

“Oh...This means war, espèce de méchante petite creature (You evil little thing).”

Before you knew it, you were covered from head to toe in flour. Alastor cackled, while you pouted. You got some flour onto the palm of your hand and blew it onto Alastor’s pants. He went dead silent and cracked his neck towards you.

“How DARE you ruin my dress pants ?”, he said in offence, but it was obviously staged.

You grinned at him.

“Aww, is the big bad Radio Demon gonna cry, because I ruined his pants ?”, you playfully mocked.

Before you knew it, he tackled you and you slammed against the desk in the kitchen, then he started to tickle your sides and you started to laugh loudly.

“Revenge is sweet, Y/n, my Dear~”, he darkly purred out.

“St-stahahahahahap ! Ahahahahalahahahahstohohohor !”, you laughed out.

“What was that ? I think I couldn’t hear you~”

He continued to tickle you, until he saw that you couldn’t breathe anymore, then he stopped and put his forehead on yours. You let out a happy noise and rubbed your forehead against his gently, which made him let out a static purr.

Soon enough the both of you were cooking the Jambalaya together and you noticed that the flour was still open, you covered your hand in it, snuck up on Alastor and smacked his ass, leaving a white flour handprint on his pants. He jumped with a loud yelp and then turned to glare at you.

You just laughed and leaned on the table, after you felt like you could talk, you playfully mocked.

“That was for not stopping the tickles when I begged you to stop ! You deserved it. The revenge is MINE, Al !”

“You dirty little player ! You tricked me !”, he yelled in fake offence.

“At least your ass is sporting a beautiful new mark for everyone to see !”, you laughed out loudly.

“Cher, it wasn’t that hard to make it bruise.”, he teased.

You laughed louder. Boy he had no idea ! You couldn’t wait for someone to see the handprint on his pants !

As the food was almost finished, your friend sent you to the dining room, to sit down and wait for him to deliver the delicious Jambalaya. Angel and Charlie were also there, but they already had Dinner. As Alastor came in with his overcoat back on, Angel laughed loudly and Charlie gasped. You smirked and chuckled, while Alastor was thrown off by you, Charlie and Angel’s behavior, not knowing what was so funny.

“Hey...Al...?”

“Yes, Charlie, Dear ?”

“You...you have a white handprint on your pants, on your behind.”, she pointed out gently.

Angel busted out laughing, falling on the floor and rolling around in laughter. Alastor let in shock play a record screech, then he snapped his head to the perpetrator, you. You laughed loudly and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Told you your ass is now sporting a beautiful new mark, for everyone to see !”

“You little Devil ! I will have my revenge !”, your friend threatened you.

“I know you will have it, one day. Now let us eat, before the Jambalaya is cold. We didn’t make it for nothing, Al !”

He set your plate down and then his own next to you, sitting down.

“Can’t believe it, my favorite pants too...How disgraceful...”, he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled.

“Oh, calm down you big baby. It’s just flour. I will wash it out for you, to make up for it.”

“You better.”, he fired back at you.

You smiled at him and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek, which made him shut up and smile.

“I will, Al. Now let us eat, yes ?”

“Alright.”

“Cuddles later ?”

Alastor hesitated and thought for a moment.

“....Yes. Cuddles later.”, he answered then and there.

You smiled and then dug into your plate of food, humming in delight as you savored the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alastor looked at you and smiled gently, then he dug in as well.

As you two were cuddling, Alastor had his head in your lap, laying on his stomach, and you scratched behind his ears, making him purr, while is tail wagged happily, you both felt oddly at peace. This kind of friendship felt special to you and you didn’t take it for granted. You looked at your friend with a gently smile, while he enjoyed the affection he got from you.

“Hey, Al ?”

“Hum ?”

“You’re a great friend. Thank you for today.”

At first Alastor was dead silent in shock, his tail froze and then it wagged even faster than before and a beautiful Jazz song played. His ears flicked gently and he seemed to have an honest smile on his face.

“You’re welcome, Cher. And you are also a great friend. Thank YOU for being stubborn to become my friend.”

You chuckled and continued to pet his ears.

“You’re welcome, Deer.”

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