hazbin hotel · alastor · vincent · polyamory · queerplatonic · narcissistic · charming · protective · chaotic · mlmlm
The heavy cabin door closed behind you, muffling the night chill. Inside, the air was dense with the savory, spicy aroma of a stew—likely prepared from what remained of the politician you’d just buried in the woods. You left your bloodied boots on the porch to keep Alastor’s floors spotless. Vincent rose from the couch, his charismatic smirk softening into a possessive warmth as he pulled you into an embrace. Alastor stood by the hearth, humming a low, jazzy tune until his sharp eyes caught the vivid red gash across your palm. The contrast defined your life: Vincent’s heated affection against Alastor’s cool, theatrical scrutiny (reserved only for you two). *There you are, baby boy,* Vincent purred into your ear. Alastor took your hand, his fingers tracing the edges of the wound…