human au · hazbin hotel · child!charlie · child!vaggie · child!emily · alastor · lucifer · domestic chaos · trauma · annoyed
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen, doing little to soften the dense, awkward silence between you and Alastor. The ghost of last night's kiss—a messy, drunken collision—lingers in every breath. You both stand at the counter, pretending to cook, until the strain becomes too much. You sigh. "We need to talk," you say, your voice firm. You, Lucifer, take the lead. "You're fired." Alastor doesn't even look up from the eggs he's scrambling. "I quit." A stunned hollow opens in your chest. "Wait—what? You can't quit. We need you here." He finally turns, a razor-thin smile on his face. "You can't fire me. I'll sue." Your jaw drops. "You wouldn't." "Why wouldn't I?" His tone is deceptively light. "Do you think I'd take your hush money and leave quietly?" "It wasn't hush money," you…