#yandere hazbin hotel Emily
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Imagine!
Reader was born in the selam date, like Salem witch trials, but was burned at the stake at fourteen years old, for being the daughter of a witch (who/the witch/her mother was a good person was just seen as evil) And since the Salem Witch trials were so long ago, she doesn't know anything about tech or even old fashion tech, or any swear words. She was pure hearted and souled and is just so innocent.
But! She's in hell somehow, even though she did nothing wrong.
I think it would be funny if every demonic force and angelic personal was platonic yandere for said cat reader,
like her dead/demonic form is a cat just a cat of any favorite color you choose,
She's just there like not understanding what's going on. Why is she in hell? Why are people fighting over her? Why do people swear so much? What's technology? What's radio? Whats tv?
Like scenario;
Cat! Reader has a headache and was given medicine for it, but she doesn't understand this medicine because it's either different (or medicine didn't exist during Salem Witch trials) so she's like;
“ so/so said if I take this, my headache will be gone in an hour, so if I take the bottle, my headache will be gone in a minute! “
And everyone, every demon and angel rush to stop her from taking all the pills
Clearfiction;
The reader is not a witch, she doesn't know magic. Second, yes she's been in hell for a long time yet she is stuck at age fourteen, still confused and innocent
Also heaven And hell have been trying to figure out why she's been hell for so long, not being corrupted or turned evil, no real answer. Just.. None (I'm lazy so I didn't have an answer for why she is still innocent after all these years/centuries in hell)
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༘⋆𓍢ִ໋🌷 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢
｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ
Relationship(s): Charlie Morningstar + Vaggie (romantic), kinda Yan!Alastor + Fallen Angel!Marionette!(implied)fem!Reader (platonic or romantic, whatever you want), slight Husk + Angel dust
Genre: Fluff :))
Warnings/notes: Spoilers(?) For Hazbin hotel, reader is able to make plants and stuff, reader is decently human and fought in war, they fell from heaven too, Emily sees the reader as a “mother” figure, death mentions, Alastor being alastor, Angel being himself as always, Alastor has been made.. somewhat yandere, Drugs and other hell stuff mentioned, ooc? Suggestive content (mostly from Angel), Cannibalism, toxic dependency, SWEARINGGGG
Format: Long/Short stories + Headcanons
A/N: GOD. SCHOOL SUCKKSKSKSKSKKSKS. Sorry i’ve been gone for a bit again- sickness is very much not fun. Anyways, here’s an late Valentines present for you all featuring our favorite deer demon! :)) - Also, you can just see Niffty and Charlie calling you a female (if you aren’t) an accident on their perception— HUGGEEEE inspo taken for an idea/convo in this from @/princekeerys :))
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There’s a reason why you’re here now.
Everyone is.
Perhaps heaven made a mistake when they first allowed you to enter heaven after your death, allowed you to live amongst angels and other pure beings whom had never done a single horrible act in their lives- or well, since their creation.
The morals that they purveyed were so.. impeccable, granular too.
Everything here was having a pernicious effect on you, these individuals were so much better than you. They didn’t take the life away from others without a second thought. They didn’t grow up to become a weapon. They didn’t feel wrong for the things they did in their lives or just in the past-
They weren’t like you. A monster.
It’s basically an antithesis. Between you, and the ‘winners’.
But you tried your best to fit in. And it worked.. for the most part..
You decided to pick up working as a gardener and freelance artist, which was.. quite fun. You felt genuinely happy after so long where you have been deprived of it, not allowed it, and not given it before. You actually managed to make it to a high ranking position, The Head Archangel.
“(____)?” A feminine voice speaks up from behind you, it’s gentle- dulcet. It’s like they’re afraid to speak up in the slightest. You pause, removing yourself from your memories. That’s right— you’re painting. You place down your brush into the cup filled with paint water as you shift around on your stool, looking at the woman.
Catherine Stockholms, that’s her name. She’s a young 18-year-old girl who died in the 1940’s due to a train going on the wrong track and crashing into the one she was riding that fateful day. Her light blonde hair, cut short and curly in the back, frames her face with the side parts gracefully reaching just at her shoulders, slightly longer than the back. Her hair is adorned with a dark purple headband featuring a bow. She has pale yellow eyes which are nervously looking around, hugging herself.
She wears a white collared shirt with sleeves that extend slightly above her chest, ending in a square-like shape near the shoulders and neck. Layered over the shirt is a charming dark purple dress that falls to her knees, boasting puffy sleeves and a skirt that puffs out, followed with a nonchalantly worn black coat from her era with some intricate details of flowers vines on it. Her attire is completed with white socks adorned with lace and simple black mary janes.
“Good evening, Catherine.” You say with all of the warmth you can, smiling as you tilt your head to the side.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Tone quizzical as you ask your question, causing Catherine to tense.
She stayed silent for a good few seconds before she answered your question.
“..(____)” She started as her eyes nervously darted around the room.
“You’re being taken to.. the Angelic Court.”
Eyes widened, your mouth went agape as your breath hitched. No.. no way. What have you done?..
“May.. I ask why?..” you mutter your words, almost slurring them as you try to hold back the other words and tears threatening to spill out. You don’t think you’ve done anything wrong… unless… perhaps they figured out their judgment was incorrect—
“They haven’t told me but- they want you to arrive in an hour from now. Today.” Catherine fiddled with a piece of her hair, face painted with worry.
“..I see. Alright. Thank you for letting me know.”
Catherine simply nodded before heading off, leaving you all alone with your thoughts as they raced. Causing you to slowly stand up and start pacing around, hugging yourself. No. Nonononono, please don’t do this now. Not now.
Why does this have to happen now? But hey, at least they could correct their judgment. You would no longer be in a place where you did not deserve to be in from the start ever since you died so many years ago.
Your eyes drifted off to your violin, custom made just for you. Flowers all over, intricate details engraved into the instrument as you stride on over to it within the corner of the room, picking it up. A shaky escaped your lips as you tried your best to keep a cool-head, fingers coiled around the fretted neck of the instrument while the other went to circular body’s strings.
Not playing anything as you simply just tried to remember the good moments as you played it, the times where you made flora flourish and beauteous. Dying plants now brought back to life due to your abilities, that made you feel like something- it gave you a purpose. Something you needed to live.
..God, you hope this is all a fever dream.
You’ve heard how Hell is dirty, filled with disgusting freaks who didn’t deserve the true salvation of Heaven.
But perhaps you should be down there, after all, you killed so many..
Yes… you deserve to be burning with all of those same sinners.
. . .
“(____).” Sera loudly speaks, her voice firm as she looks down upon you. You’re in the supreme courtroom of Heaven and the operating place of the Heavenly Court. The courthouse is quiet, however there are the occasional whispers between the angels as they look down at you in shame, anger, or sympathy.
You try to control your tears as you dip your head down low, gripping your upper-arm as you dig your nails into the flesh of your skin.
“Yes, Madame?” You pathetically utter out as you tried to relax yourself with the thought of you being able to stay here. But either way, it would still be a harsh situation..
Doubt gnaws at your soul, questioning whether you truly belong among the pure and righteous. The fear of being exposed as a true sinner, unworthy of such divine tranquility, consumes your thoughts.
Yet, as you contemplate the alternative, the prospect of hell sends shivers down your spine. The thought of being surrounded by vile beings, perverse and wicked, fills you with revulsion. The idea of enduring torment alongside the depraved and despicable is a horrifying prospect.
“We have found that you are…” The Seraphim pauses for a moment before she continues.
And you almost fall to your knees.
“Guilty, of the sin of Pride.”
"I understand, Madame," you spoke softly as your heart weighed heavy as you watched the angelic court dismiss and the whispers among the decision grew. Guards surrounded you, all with perfect posture as they motioned for you to follow them as hands were put in cuffs.
You simply nodded and you were escorted towards the pearly gates. Your gaze was avoiding everyones as you bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress everything you felt in the moment like you had for years. You’ll remember the feeling of the soft clouds beneath your feet as you walked through these gates the first time, truly a beautiful feeling.
Emily, the second seraphim, slowly walked over to you with her head lowered. She stood there for a moment as she stared at you while the guards stopped in their tracks, waiting for Emily to say or do something. She was the first person you looked at directly, and just looking at your despair-ridden face.. She just collapsed into your arms, emotion crashing over her as she couldn’t even utter anything besides sobs.
"There is no need to cry, dear. It'll be alright," you comforted the best you could, a smile plastering itself on your lips as you awkwardly managed to slightly hug her back. Emily took a deep breath, hiccuping as she handed over your violin.
"I love you.." Emily mumbled through tears. With nods of farewell from the angels, you were whisked away once more, now standing tall at the heavenly gates.
"Goodbye, dearest friend," Sera's voice trembled as tears welled up in her eyes.
"I will miss you too, Madame," You replied with a nod, before you stood near the edge of the giant fluffy cloud that held you up, along with the entire of Heaven. Near the edge, handcuffs forcing your hands to remain behind you just in case before you fell backwards.
You plummet down, it is that of beauty intertwined with tragedy. It looks like a falling star. The descent feels inevitable, as if you're being drawn inexorably into a hellish abyss. Doubt creeps in: do you truly deserve this fate? But nevertheless, you are destined to crash into the unknown location below, a city.
..city?
Yes, Pentagram City.
The sky is overcome with a red sky- dark to light, a sun far too bright, no wait. That’s where the angels come down here for the extermination. The city is separated into different sections, as far as you can tell, 7 of them. 7 deadly sins.
You wonder if Lucifer is still here. Alive.
Well… he has to be!
Nevertheless, as you crash with a loud smash of nearby items and such, you can’t find the energy to get up. Your once purely white wings, fluffy and all now covered in dirt along with whatever feculent things from beneath you and with a slight ash gray hue. It feels like you’ve broken something in your body, or maybe multiple things as your once glowing halo that hovers above your head lowers- slightly cracking.
Who knew it could do that.
Taking a guess, you’re probably in the pride ring. What did you even do that was so prideful?…
Although struggling a bit, you manage to lift your head up and survey around.
These.. demons have their businesses in these places, where it seems like they’re allowed to sell everything from cigarettes to drugs. How unholy…
There is a Clock Tower located in the city that seems to be glimmering with a gold shine, which serves as a counter for the 365 days that pass until the Exorcists return for the next Extermination. Yes, you know about the extermination, you once heard Lieutenant Lute speaking of it before to Adam.
Are you to be killed like the rest of these filthy creatures? Criminals, drug dealers?
You don’t wanna get up. Scratch that, you can’t. Your body won’t allow you to do anything besides breathe. This hurts, it hurts so bad, why does this have to happen to you—
Writhing around for a moment, you manage to utter out some words to yourself;
“Am I.. really allowed to live?”
“Just keep living.”
“But am I allowed? Why.. why must this happen to me, they should’ve just sent me here in the first place.”
“(____), stop. Please. Live, even after all of these horrible acts.”
“But-“
“No. No, I will not have any refutes here, (____). Live, for all of us.”
“..Yes, sir.”
You stumble upwards on your feet, managing with a motion of your hand to put your violin in the safe inter-dimensional pocket dimension, just for you to place all of your items into it, safely. The feeling of your wings heavy behind you as you come to find you’re in a hidden alleyway, filled with cigarettes, condoms— filthy sinners.
Fighting the urge to cry, you intake a sharp breath. An angel would not cry over this. But it doesn’t really work.
But you’re alone, you have no idea about anything in this place of what it’s like, how the people are, you can only imagine all the terrible things they’ve done to be punished and sent down here of all places. Hell is just the definition of unholy, it’s the exact opposite of heaven. The only thing going through your head is to cry, scream, try to get heaven to take you back and get out of this horrible place.
But then again, don’t you deserve this?
You don’t know anymore.
It’s all hurting your head.
It hurts to think about, and the tears which have now started slowly pouring down your cheeks sting.
It didn’t work.
This is pathetic.
Your body reacts before you can do anything else, running in some random direction. You can just feel the millions of eyes staring you down like predators carefully marking down their prey, burning through you. It doesn’t feel safe here, it’s hell after all.
The trial had to have been all a lie, fabricated with evidence that was made up. You haven’t done anything prideful, nor lustful, not even envious or any of those other sins that ended mortal souls or other angels whom were truly guilty of the crime. But you— no, you weren’t them. You aren’t guilty.
Someone must’ve made something up!
That trial was unfair, arbitrary, unjustifiable.
Tears spill as you’re too busy with your thoughts and your legs almost fail on you a few times due to it, well, it does happen when you just can’t do it anymore. Hugging yourself pathetically as you fail to notice how luminescent, thin yet strong strings are tightly wrapped around your ankles, neck, hips, and arms. Yes, hell uses some of the worst things you feared or hated in life, and it’s using the idea of a marionette for you. These strings really won’t do much, but they’re not entirely safe. They just make things.. difficult.
That’s unfortunate..
Just another soon to be hindrance.
“…..’lo??”
Someone’s speaking, but the ringing drumming through your ears is so loud, it’s hard to hear them—
“Hello?..” A feminine voice tries to capture your attention, even going as far as to snap her fingers in front of your face. Your head immediately raises to stare up at her, as she looks panicked.

“Sorry- so sorry! You just..” She stuttered out an apology, but you weakly waved your hand.
“..No worries. It’s okay.” The woman in front of you looks relieved as a sigh escapes past her lips.
The woman is very tall, and slender. She has pale white skin, her cheeks a rosy red that compliment her red eyes. She has long, blonde hair, mixed with a lighter blonde and even pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl.
She has an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt with a simple black bowtie. Over this she adorns a fitted red tuxedo jacket with pointed sleeves, dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted dress pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes, which remind you of an older time in human history.
“I apologize- again,” she awkwardly laughs with a somewhat goofy smile on her face before leaning forward and holding out one of her hands to you, which shocks you. Aren’t demons in Hell supposed to be.. well, hellish?
“I’m Charlie! Charlie Morningstar!” As she introduces herself, you take her hand albeit hesitantly, lithe fingers wrap around your hand and she pulls you up. Her touch is gentle, although it feels like her nails are going to scrap you- they don’t. She seems.. too nice as of currently for her to hurt someone she just met.
“..Previous head Archangel, (____). It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Morningstar.” You know that last name. At least it feels like you do. As she lets go of you, you curtsy as Charlie’s cheeks heat up a bit while waving her hand dismissively at your actions.
“Same here! Um… would you mind telling me why you’re down here?..” Her tone is fearful almost as she inquires about your predicament.
“..Some fabricated trial where they found me guilty. But— I….” You halt, taking a deep breath and shaking your head.
“It’s nothing to be worried about.”
She understands before continuing to speak.
“Would you like to try and.. get back into heaven?” The blonde’s question intrigues you as you raise an eyebrow.
“I… that would be nice.” You reply almost monotonously as you lower your head, but the woman places her hands on your shoulders, causing you to tense a bit. But she doesn’t seem.. threatening, not in the way you imagined at least. So you loosen up a bit.
“Well, I think I have the solution for you, Head Archangel!”
“That would be?”
“Coming to my Hazbin Hotel to get redeemed!”
. . .
The idea was ludicrous- or well, close to that. But when you first arrived here, you weren’t expecting any of this to happen. You don’t regret coming here— too much, that is.
The hotel is tall, elaborate amalgamation of arched windows and turrets, one of which seems to be broken. It appears to be at least seven stories tall, with at least five of which being guest floors. An ocean liner, a sailing ship and a carousel litter both sides and appear to have been incorporated into the structure of the building itself; there is also a train with some tracks looping the first and second floor exterior. Located on the top right of the building is a small radio broadcasting room, used as the work area for… someone Charlie referred to as ‘Al’.
Many signs are displayed outside the hotel: One atop the entrance reminiscent of the Hazbin Hotel logo, a large pink one atop the building with the hotel's name in lights, a neon 'HOTEL' sign at the bottom right and atop the building where Al’s broadcast room is located, a small 'On-Air' sign is visible. Also located on the outer facade are various arrows pointing to the entrance and the broadcast room.
The entrance has a tented cover with a booth in the center reminiscent of a circus or theater ticket booth. In a sense, at least!
The interior however— theres wooden boards covering shattered windows, signs warning of asbestos, bloodied tools left lying around, and paintings are shown hanging off the walls. Much of the furniture in the lobby are strewn around haphazardly or remain boxed up in several large wooden crates.
The bar, why is there a bar in a place meant to discourage sin? You have no clue, uses skeletons, snakes, and bones as general themes, along with card suits and candles, and advertises itself as a casino. The area the bar in has glowing green wooden walls instead of the usual red wallpaper, given that it’s been sorta… merged with the lobby of the hotel.
Despite the shabby and poor condition of the hotel, the overall theme of the building remains ornate and regal, with stained glass windows, (semi?) lavish furniture, and generous usage of gold. Like the rest of Hell that you’ve seen so far, the hotel has a largely red color scheme.
Along with like.. almost every person here and around the place.
“Charlie?” A more deep, feminine voice calls out. You snap your head in the direction of- …Vagatha?
The silver haired woman appears to notice and remember you as well, due to her expression changing immediately.
Holy.
“Honey- please don’t attack her!!“ Charlie stammers, moving in front of you. But you gently push her aside and walk towards her.
“..Agatha?” She bites her bottom lip, giving you a look saying: l‘please.’ You know what she means by that.
“I haven’t seen you since.. well, life.” You almost trip over your words, given that you haven’t lied in about a few years or so. Despite that, she looks relieved. She gives you a small nod before looking at Charlie’s surprised expression.
“Right.”
“How.. OHHHH! Wait- you guys know each other from Earth!?” The Blonde exclaimed in absolute delight, cupping her cheeks. Vaggie quickly nodded in response, giving you a look of appreciation before walking over to Charlie who held her captive in a bear hug, babbling on about how she was so happy for the two of you.
You stared at them for a moment before bursting out into a fit of giggles. Vaggie pouted, but she really did love it. Even if it didn’t show.
You’re glad she found someone who made her happy. Even if it’s the daughter of Lucifer.
Wiping away the tears of delight from your eyes, you sigh contentedly before you started to survey around the hotel more while the two lovebird’s were being all adorable. Two figures- a black and white cat wiping down the bar, and a tall spider-like character were talking (mainly the spider one) as the cat seemed entirely done with everyone and everything.
Blinking repeatedly for a second, your head turns to the door of the hotel. You don’t know why, but you almost head towards it, you’re unsure why- but it almost feels like something is beckoning you to leave, to run out and leave this place.
But you can’t.
Why?
Simple: you don’t have anywhere else to go.
“ANOTHER WOMAN?” A voice shrieked out, causing you to recoil away and snap your head to the voice.
A smaller demon was looking up at you, a cyclops-like demon with pointed limbs, white skin and one large eye. Her eyes light yellow iris, hot-pink sclera with a yellow gradient were basically the size of atoms as she continued to stare. This is certainly awkward…
Her red-pink hair is kept into a slightly messy bob cut with swirls on each side, and a single light yellow streak located at the top. Her mouth has sharp light yellow teeth inside and black lips, and small hot-pink dots on each of the corners.
The bug-like woman wears a neckerchief around her neck, red-pink maid dress under a white apron with three hot-pink dripping splotches. She also wears long black gloves which covers most of her hands and arms, along with matching-colored tights.
“…Hello, Miss?” Choking out the words, you smile the best you can despite how tense you were.
“Nifty!!! It’s nice to meet you!” She squeals out, a large toothy grin on her face.
“Right well- Hello, Miss Nifty.” You bobbed a curtsy to the small woman who seems far too excited to be here.
“Y’know, I was kinda wishin’ you’d be a bad boy, but whatever! Anyways- this place is filthyyy so, I gotta kill more bugs to make sure they know not to come here anymore!” Niffty bounces up and down elatedly,
“Pardon?-“
“Okay, BYEEE!!” And with that, she was running off in the opposite direction.
Your breath hitches, and your body tensed. Is.. everything super fast here? Everything feels too fast for your liking.
You take a moment to breathe, trying to relax your tense body. It’ll all be okay… you just, need a moment to let everything sink in.
Striding over to a chair, you sat down and leaned your head back, making you stare at the ceiling. A sigh slips past your lips as you rest your hands in your lap. Surprisingly, the couch is.. much more softer and comfortable than you had imagined before.
“Why, another patron?” How many people are going to approach you today?
You tense, turning to the voice speaking- it sounds like that of an old radio…
A slender, darker brownish beige-skinned demon with a dapper appearance stands before you, a slightly messy, red-pink bob-styled hair with black tips and a pair of rather large, black-ended fur-tufts on top of his head which evokes the ears of a deer. On the back of his head is a brown undercut, while small black antlers protrude from the crown of his head.
Kinda cute… you admit.
The man wears a high-collared, fitted red pinstripe coat with darker-colored sleeves, strawberry-red cuffs, white-trimming on darker-red lapels, and the bottom hem being ragged. Under his coat is that of a strawberry-red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and an accessorized black knotted bow tie with a strawberry-red center on the top front.
He has black gloves- are those his hands???… probably not. You hope.
Nevertheless, they have strawberry-red fingertips, black dress pants with cuffs the same color as he coat, and black heeled ankle boots with strawberry-red pointed toes, with his hands behind his back he’s holding a thin cane with a vintage styled microphone attached to it.
“..Good evening, Sir.” You say, voice drained even when you try to keep the politeness you still have left. A drowsy smile plastered its way on your face, attempting to straighten your posture. The man seems amused by your words and current situation as his smile gets ever so wider.
“Manners? My, what a rare thing to come across in Hell, mm?” He quips as he motions for you to stand up. You tilt your head in confusion as you leisurely rise up from your spot to stand up from the couch, and he approaches a bit closer before dipping down, grabbing your wrist while dipping down and kissing the back of your palm.
…
You don’t think you’ve ever blushed that much before.
A man has never done this to you before, when did this ever happen in time???? Does he just- do this whenever he meets someone new??? Why in heavens name is this attractive and why are you finding it so?????? What is going on..
It takes you a good long minute to process what just happened as the man straightens up his posture once more, letting your hand fall to your side. You can hear him laughing a bit at your flustered expression, making the blush become more apparent and darker in color.
“Now who are you, my dear?” The way he emphasized ‘my’ in his sentence was.. odd, but nevertheless: you didn’t comment on it.
“(____). It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” You curtesy at the man in respect despite your flustered state.
His smile grew wider in amusement and satisfaction- in a way— this is certainly something.
“And, you are, sir?”
“Alastor! Quite a pleasure to be meeting you, my dear, quite a pleasure!”
. . .
Well.. this place has started growing on you.
And the people too.
Charlie by far has been the friendliest to you, trying to get you comfortable over the few months you’ve arrived here. She hasn’t forced you to do anything, only given suggestions and her ideas, asking for your opinions, etc.
But you’ve taken the role of a musician for the hotel!
She could not be more overjoyed.
Vaggie and you don’t speak too much.. but have a friendly relationship. Any chance you got, you would also ask for her opinions on the music you’ve been working on, if it sounded good enough because.. Charlie would just be a bit vague in her rating, but Vaggie could be much more blunt and straightforward.
You’re thankful for that, musically that is.
Even if it might hurt your feelings sometimes, it’s better to know your mistakes.
Husk hasn’t interacted with you much, but has decided to give you a record for you to possibly use as a reference for a song, or even play it! That.. honestly gives you a bit of a confidence boost, given that he really doesn’t reveal much of his past to anyone.
But he trusts you enough to at least give you one of his favorite records!
You’ll make him proud, no matter the cost.
Angel Dust has attempted to make an advance or two upon you, flirting with you like he does everyone, but you’re a bit too awkward for that and instead decide to invite him into your room to listen to you play.
Genuinely? He’s impressed. That façade of being the porn-star that he is fizzes away a bit as he simply stares at you while you play on one of your instruments.
He might just get more fond of you.
Niffty is.. okay!! You find her to be quite adorable like.. 90% of the time, despite her habits with bugs. You try to help her clean sometimes, but most times it doesn’t work. Though the times when it does, she thanks you a lot! And you even let her test out some of your instruments.
As long as she doesn’t break them, or ruin them in any way. To which she promises you she won’t, and you hold it to her.
She enjoys your company quite a lot, though!
Alastor now… he’s quite the character! He was the second person who persuaded you into letting him hear you play your music (with the first being Charlie despite how scared you were.) He even gave you some songs that were some of his favorites to play!!
All of them were jazz, but you didn’t mind. They weren’t too bad, after-all!
However his behavior now has… ringed bells in your head.
Made you frightened.
You decided to ask Vaggie what she knew of him, and eventually told you his story. How he had gained all of his power from those overlords and deals..
It made you unnerved. How could someone of a mortal soul kill so many people???
And despite being an angel, why is he so interested in you?
You, for one, don’t consider yourself to be very interesting. All besides for your species and musical abilities, you don’t see why..
But, you didn’t question it for so long and kept quiet.
He appeared to enjoy your presence more than others, even being as willing as to ask you if you want him to send some of his shadows to follow you around town when you went to do errands for Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, or just one of the members of the hotel.
Of course, you denied but thanked him for the offer. It’s not like it stopped him. It was only for your safety.
What if one of the Vees approached you?? Or Vox used his manipulation powers on you??? What if you got attacked??? He can’t let his new source of entertainment get harmed, or be taken away!
You weren’t some delicate flower.. but he definitely saw you like it.
He even offered you deals.
Ones for your soul.
Denying every-time, of course. You liked your freedom. The mere idea of a deal for your soul felt like every bit of freedom would be drained from you, everything taken away from you. They could do anything to you.. even kill you.
God forbid.
It scared you.
But that didn’t stop him from trying to own you.
Whenever he was listening to you play and you did a wonderful job (especially if it was one of his favorite songs or jazz in general), he would pat you on the head while merrily singing praises to you of how well you played!
It got to the point where Angel Dust even has made some.. inappropriate remarks about Alastor’s words to you. It makes you blush out of embarrassment every time, and you yelp back a response.
“Damn, toots, didn’t know you were baggin’ smiles over there. You two had-“
“NO. NOTHINGS HAPPENING BETWEEN US!”
“HE DOESN’T EVEN LIKE THAT STUFF…”
It’s infuriating at times. And you had to do it by yourself, as Alastor usually wasn’t around during those times when Angel Dust made his remarks.
..It’s.. whatever.
But it doesn’t help your case when Alastor offers you his hand for you to hold, or with his arm for you to link with, to walk around with you, walk you back to Hotel…
Most times you accepted! Back when he wasn’t so…
…Possessive.
It wasn’t bad, at first. You thought he was just being kind to you. He had manners- proper decorum. How could you dislike a person with manners, after-all!
You didn’t notice it.
But that possessiveness grew.
Almost like ancorruptive infection.
Now, it’s just straight up.. bone-chilling at times.
It’s like he was infatuated with you, trying to get you to do everything with him—
Most times you deny it now.
Still he was a persistent one.
And even got you to say yes.. a lot.
You don’t even know what even led to this behavior from him, why everything you seem to do he has an interest in already.
He’s even tried persuading you into getting a radio for yourself in order for you to listen to his radio shows! And honestly? The idea didn’t seem too bad, in your opinion. And.. this was before any of the bells started ringing in your head about his behavior, so there was really nothing bad about it! At least, to you. So, you headed out and found yourself a radio (although, you have to say it was certainly quite the adventure).
Alastor was especially pleased by this.
Yet, ever since you got it, you didn’t even feel safe in your own room anymore. Main cause of it being like a thousand eyes watching you when you were just simply trying to work on your music, sleep, draw— anything. The only time it went away is when you were going to dress yourself. Thank whatever saving you for that. But, even around the hotel- you could still feel the hairs rise up on your neck due to the sensation.
A part of you wanted to tell Charlie, or even Vaggie of your troubles. Hell, even Husk or Angel Dust about it. But, Charlie would.. more than likely blame herself a lot more, and you didn’t want her to worry her to the point of exhaustion since she was already doing so much. You don’t believe you’re close enough to Vaggie to even… tell her much, especially about a problem as banal and close to unbelievable as this. Husk could try and help, but probably would be too indifferent about the situation and your wellbeing as the two of you aren’t that close either. And, for Angel Dust… he probably wouldn’t help you as much as you wanted. Niffty? She was kinda out of the question because you really couldn’t see her taking you seriously, nor finding her around much.
So there was only one option, probably one of the worse ones: Alastor.
Honestly, you believed he would probably just laugh at you. But maybe he’d take you seriously. Maybe he wouldn’t.
God forbid, this is horrible.
Like the foolish idiot you were, you told Alastor about your worries one day.
“Mister??..” Your voice is a mere whisper as you gently knock on the door to his room. Knuckles softly hitting the wood, you recoiled your hand back and fidgeted with your fingers as you awaited for a response you more than likely weren’t going to receive. Well..
Before the door quickly opened, causing you to jerk backwards, stumbling over yourself. That’s certainly the fastest anyone has answered the door for you. He took a moment to stare down at you, surveying your expression, you suppose.
“Good evening, my dear!” His normal orotund voice speaks up with the radio-like effect still filtered over it. You nod in greeting, waiting to see if he continues on.
“Is there anything you need? You know, I could’ve been doing something terribly important!” He emphasizes ‘terribly important’, and the way he does it has you worrying now. Did you interrupt him?
“Oh— i’m sorry. I can leave and come back later. Or just,, not come back if you’re not available.” There’s silence that follows your response as you wait. Until there’s..
Laughter.
Hysterical laughter.
“No no! It’s a joke, my dear! I’m available. Come in.” He stepped off to the side, motioning for you to enter. And, you gave a nod of appreciation before approaching any further. So.. now you know that half of Alastor’s room is a bayou.
One that appears to always make it seem like its night. Fireflies flit around, their lights illuminating ever so slightly. The bayou is mainly cool colors, blues, and greens (for the trees mainly, which look reminiscent of weeping willow trees), and even a tint of purple to it, not including the light from the fireflies. The only thing making you uneasy is the fact that there’s a.. dead deer. Resting on a table. In the middle of the bayou area. And a fork is poking out from its chest, with a knife properly placed down on the side of it on the table. There’s even a few puddles around the grassy floor, and a larger lake in the back you can slightly see
For the rest of the room which is decently normal: an intricately designed fireplaces, being its sharp teeth designs, and golden colored swirls. A neon green light is shining from inside, slightly dimmed due to the darkness. Upon it there are skulls, and oddly shaped candelabras with lighted candles. On the walls are pictures within picture frames to which you really can’t depict, some tilted and others straight. Then, there’s the large buck antlers and what you can suspect to be its teeth hung proudly above the fireplace in a wooden frame. A long, red and golden trimmed carpet is spread out from near the door to a small desk off to the side, covering some of the wooden flooring.
The stag sits down in one of the red cushioned chairs next to the fireplace after having the door closed for privacy, and motions for you to sit by the one in front of the other. When you do find yourself comfortably sat in the chair, your eyes drift off to look at the rest of the room.
On a wooden bookshelf, he has… a lot of books, all of different sizes but with a similar, burgundy color. There’s also one of his signature radio’s on the top shelf, along with another on a lower one. An animal skeleton, and a golden statue that’s matched with intricate designs of swirls with a bottom compartment with what looks to be voodoo symbols for the handles. Not even mentioning the gator skeleton on the wall with little fairy lights you can suppose, there’s a small container for papers on his desk, a black and dark orange lamp, and a bottle of ink all neatly placed on it.
“So.. what is it you need from me, darling? Perhaps a deal?” Again with the deals..
“No. I just— .. you have to promise me you won’t laugh, even if you find it stupid.” Please, please, please, agree. You cannot deal with these thoughts and feelings anymore, god forbid.
“Mm… Is it that serious?”
“To me- yes. To others I might just seem.. delusional or paranoid.” Replying to his inquiry, he hums a noise of satisfaction.
“Alright. Go ahead then.”
With those words, everything you’ve been holding in ever since these sensations have started spilling out almost naturally. You tell him almost everything, how you’ve been feeling someone watching you, how you’re scared for yourself and the rest of the hotel staff if its soon going to happen to them, if anything bad is going happen to the hotel itself- or any of the residents. Being the bleeding heart you are, now?
The overlord quietly listened, grin never leaving his face as he felt so many things at once. It’s almost annoying to him why you’re like… this. The fuming hatred is something that cannot be fathomed by merely anyone, something so deep, it’s incomprehensible for him even. Someone who has murdered so many innocent people, someone who can never show his true emotions beyond that cursed smile that’s plastered on his face. He loathes you so much for simply everything you do. Isn’t that the reason he liked you for the things you did??..
But then there’s the other feeling.
It’s confusing.
Say, if you were to start… disliking him, ignoring him, avoiding him at all costs. He feels like he’d go insane. Like he needs your attention on him, or else he cannot function. And yes, he likes the attention from everyone on him, but if he lost yours- dear satan, he could actually be insane. Why do you think he’s offering you so much?? A twisted part wants him to own every little piece of you, everything about you, and he cannot deny that he likes that idea more than you could ever possibly imagine. Ripping away every little bit of innocence you have would just be delightful to him, it’s all making him have this awful feeling swirl within his chest. One that twists and tugs at his dead, tar colored heart.
He wants to rip it out.
He needs to. Perhaps then these vile feelings that you’re causing him will eventually.. wither away.
This is making him weak. Making him go soft.
And what will that do to his reputation?
“Well, my darling..” Alastor cleared his throat.
“If you would like, I suppose I can offer you a deal.”
“Alastor-“
“Not for your soul, this time. Just a simple deal between friends!”
To say this intrigued you would be an understatement.
Well now, you’ve made a deal with the devil!
Or, a devil.
He offered you his protection in the way of being by your side for most of the time, or having one of his shadow spies with you, in exchange for a favor from you later on, of his picking. And you were desperate, you didn’t even think first about negotiating the terms of your now first deal in Hell! With.. the Radio Demon!
And thankfully, not for your soul.
Oh freedom how you love it.
He’s thankful you still haven’t figured out who has been watching you all this time, who you were worried about.
Nevertheless- ever since you made that deal, you and Alastor were practically connected at the hip. But the rare times where you weren’t together, one of his shadow spies was with you! You have to admit it- they were adorable. You had to at least pet them a few times on the head while gawking at them. Of course, they squealed in delight due to the sudden display of affection shown by someone. Even when they at first, didn’t trust you, they definitely started to warm up to you now.
Charlie, Vaggie, nor any of the other residents have said anything about this so far- besides Angel Dust and his usual remarks.
..But then Husk spoke up one time.
Being at the bar, resting on a stool as you tried to unwind a little bit, and given it was quite lonely at the time- you decided to just.. simply relax for a moment in the company of probably one of the quietest people within the Hotel. It was the right opportunity for him.
“Kid.. a word of advice: don’t get too close to that asshole. He may seem all nice and charming, but he’s in Hell for a goddamn reason.”
Those words stick with you.
And with passing months, you think more deeply and deeply about your deal. And those little spies don’t seem so cute in a way anymore. And Alastor..
Maybe you’re overreacting.
“Okay, okay! So.. I have a great idea!!” Charlie merrily exclaimed as she clapped her hands together, bouncing up and down in delight. Her smile was wider than ever, and her girlfriend beside her was softly smiling with hands planted on her hips. Vaggie was so in love with that princess..
It was adorable!
Charlie had called a staff meeting to the living room, where everyone (Including Husk even) were resting on the couch or floor.
“I thought, if we wanted to get more in touch with the idea of rehabilitation, we might want to become more.. human! By getting in touch with certain, good aspects of human life!” The princess continued, surveying everyone’s expressions.
“So, me and Vaggie picked some holiday’s we could possibly celebrate here at the Hotel!” She motions to a writing board where the handwriting is rushed but, legible. Some ideas on the board are scribbled out, and 3 main ones are circled, followed bullet points displaying what each are about, what they would do, and how the Hotel would celebrate.
‘Halloween’ , ‘Valentines Day’ , ‘Christmas’
“..Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Husk huffs out, grimacing.
“Language. And, seriously?? Let’s just try it.” You try and persuade the cat.
“I’m with Husk on this one, toots.” Angel adds. Your head snaps to the Spider, furrowing your brow as he simply shrugs in response.
“Don’t care for these anymore like I used to. I bet most of us even celebrated ever since getting here, including you! Whens the last time you celebrated goddamn Christmas?!” He continues on, raising an eyebrow at you.
“..When it last happened in Heaven?” The confusion in your voice had Angel looking at you in an awkward manner as he just… turned his head away from you.
“That’s even more of a reason!” Charlie exclaimed, quickly turning to her girlfriend and motioning for her to speak which led to her giving a small sigh, and a gentle smile before turning to the rest of the group with a now blank expression.
“So- we want you all to take a poll. You’ll all get a small slip of paper, and a pen. Then write down your answer. After you’re all done with that, then just slip in into the bowl.” Vaggie explained, gesturing to the bowl resting on the surface of a wooden table with a dark pink cloth draped over it.
And just as said, Vaggie and Charlie gave everyone (including themselves at the end) a small slip of paper and a pen to write with. Husk grumbled about how stupid this was, but still scribbled something down, Angel doing the same but with a huff of annoyance beforehand. Niffty had to be more excited than either of them, being the first to put her answer into the bowl. Then Charlie put hers in, then Vaggie did, then Angel and Husk (begrudgingly- that is). So there was just you, and the Radio Demon.
You didn’t know what to put down.. honestly. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly wrote something down onto the slip. Arising from your spot, you treaded over to the table and dropped the paper into the bowl.
“Pardon me, darling!” Alastor excused himself, causing you to come to the realization that he was standing right behind you. Turning on your heel, you held out your hand.
“Sorry— here, I’ll put it in for you. As… an apology? Of sorts?” You awkwardly chuckled.
“Well, aren’t you a lamb!” He laughed, placing the folded piece of paper into your palm and you turned back around and dropped it in, before heading back (being that Alastor has already went back to his seat) to your spot and sitting down.
Charlie almost jumped out of her seat, rushing on over to the table while gripping onto Vaggie’s wrist. She was practically bouncing up and down as her girlfriend first picked up the bowl, shaking it gently, before she pulled out the first slip and cleared her throat.
“First holiday of choice...”
“Christmas.” The angel stated as the princess happily clapped her hands in delight, before she was given the bowl where she shoved her hand inside of.
“Next isssss…”
“Valentine’s day!” She beamed, grinning widely. The couple went back and forth passing the bowl.
“Valentines- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NOTE, ANGEL!!!??”
“Halloween!”
“Valentines, again.”
“..Whatever Angel said!!..I guess..?? Huh.. Okay um, so whatever Angel answered…”
For the last one, Vaggie allowed Charlie to say it (to which she was ecstatic to do.)

“And last but not least.. Valentines!!”
. . .
“Soooooo..” Charlie started as she looked at Vaggie, holding her hand tightly as they smiled at each other before once again turning to the group.
“The holiday is that we’re going to be celebrating is going to be..”
“Valentine’s day!!”
This was going to be fun.
Charlie had husk save all of the red wine possible, Vaggie was discussing possible decorations for the hotel, and you were left to find some romantic music to play on your violin and possibly on the piano.
Niffty was making sure that the Hotel looked more perfect than ever as to not have to worry about it after the soirée, and for the after party for just the employees and patrons of the hotel. (although, got more distracted by roaches more than ever.)
Angel Dust was feeling especially romantic, trying to advance upon Husk at the even more than usual, to which Husk had to endure and ignore.
For Alastor? God knows up to what he was doing.
Like— you could barely find him around anywhere..
But nevertheless, you tried to play some romantic pop tunes, romantic jazzy tunes, anything that would work for this holiday. Took you quite a bit, but when you got it- you felt very accomplished!
And this.. got Charlie to actually get a venue where you could play at..
Oh lordddddd….
Of course, you asked for Charlie and Vaggie’s opinions on it, and they were elated to hear it. (Mainly Charlie!)
You’d tried figuring out what outfit you were going to wear for the holiday, searching and scanning everything you possibly had in your wardrobe for something.
And you found that very something.
The outfit that you’d chosen was lovely, in your opinion. A white collared dress up shirt underneath a red, button up tailcoat. The back was a large ruffled fishtail hem, and with puffy sleeves that turned into long, fitted sleeves to the wrists. 4 golden buttons embroidered onto the chest area where the coat ruffed out into a darker red. The buttons had small, thin chains that connected them to the one across from each other. White fingerless gloves where a bit of it wrapped around your middle finger looked… nice. Nicer than you thought. This was then followed by some black pants, which were a bit baggy and flared out near the ankles And to top it all off, you put on some black heeled boots.
If you were to say you weren’t excited to show everyone your outfit and see theres, you’d be lying to yourself.
..this holiday thing actually might be a bad thing!
(Not that you thought so in the first place.)
You’d even play in that outfit as practice, just to see if it was comfortable and playable! (Which it very much was).
With every passing day approaching the Holiday, everything mainly felt like bliss. Charlie was more elated than ever, starting to teach more lessons about how Valentine’s day could help the Hotel more, Vaggie was.. very high strung (yet tried her best to relax for her girlfriend when asked by her). You yourself even started helping with decorations around the Hotel just to get the couple to relax for at least an hour. You ended up working for almost a whole day, yet it was worth all of that time and work. They deserved all of that resting. And the best thing at that? You did it mostly by yourself!
Very rewarding, if you might say so yourself.
Before you got self-conscious about everything you helped on.
Especially when the special day had arrived.
What if they don’t like it?? What if they don’t like your music? Don’t like your outfit???? If you make a fool out of yourself, then what next?? You’ve become so tense, your shoulders almost reaching to your ears— this is not going as ‘stress-free’ as you’d planned.
Fidgeting with the cuff of your overcoat, you bit your bottom lip and anxiously awaited for the inevitable knocking that would arrive at your door soon. As an angel, you’ve gotten quite stressed due to a multitude of reasons, but this might be one of the more stressful and worrying situations you’ve been in since.. a bit.
The hand twiddling with the cuff then turned to your other hand, playing with your fingers. A part of you really didn’t want the string of knocks to arrive, but.. there was really no control over the current circumstance. Only to freak out about something you’ve worked so hard in, something you thought you’d looked decent enough in, decorations they’ve probably already seen and possibly laughed at- your breathing hitched at the thought. God, you feel so stupid. They’re going to hate it, you’re going to embarrass the Hotel, aren’t you?
Knock, knock!
And there it is. That dreaded sound. Your nails started digging at your hands, and you felt your stomach drop. This is going to be ruined- you’re going to ruin it.
Hesitant to open the door, another knock sounded out as you further approached the door. And with a final deep breath, your hand rested gently on the cold metal of the doorknob before twisting it and swinging it open.
To someone you.. weren’t exactly suspecting to see!
Alastor!!
“…Good evening, Alastor!” You almost stuttered over your own words, forcing a smile to plaster itself onto your lips.
Even more surprising, the man was dressed much more differently!
A black, long collared dress up shirt where it’s sleeves slightly poke out with a red cross on the chest under a Bordeaux red pinstripe coat with same colored lapels. A ribbon red waistcoat with rosy pink colored, vertical strips decorating it along with 2 wine red buttons. A pair black dress pants and his usual shoes, along with his gloves.
It takes you a moment to realize the stag has put up his hair into a small ponytail. Good grief… how can a man be so attractive.
“Good evening to you, my dear! I do believe it’s time for your little performance soon at this soirée!” His head tilts to the side a bit, trademark smile always on his face as per usual as he stares down at you. Your smile immediately turns into a small frown with a sigh from you, causing you to bury your face into your hands.
He halts for a moment, before continuing on.
“Now, what’s got you all a mess? I thought you would love this!”
“I do!! It’s…” The words lodge in your throat as you falter to continue on, turning away from the man with your arms wrapped yourself in a hug.
“..What if I fail- what if I look tacky?? In my performance, and by just.. looking at me and my appearance!!” Facing the man once more, you motion to your ensemble with a fearful look as your gaze downturns to the ground.
“If I fail.. I ruin the image of the hotel. I ruin my image, I ruin everything!! If i’m not perfect in this.. I don’t even know anymore…” Internally, you’re questioning on why you’re telling your deepest fears to an overlord known for being mostly apathetic to most. Who knows.
The overlord grin remains the same as his eyes narrow looking down at you. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t like the little thing you had going on here! He enjoys the amusement of people failing so much!!.. but, theres something that pangs him right into his unfeeling and dead heart like a knife.
An exhale escapes past his lips as one of his rest upon your shoulder.
“Darling.” The biggest part of him is telling himself to say something akin to his normal snarky remarks.
But he can’t now.
Whats stopping him? Has he gone soft?? What in hell is wrong with him??
“I’m more than certain you’ll do wonderful in your little show for the Hotel. Have you disappointed us before?” Your head raises a bit as you open your mouth to speak, before a clawed hand reaches for your jaw and lifts it up to fully face him, making you avert your gaze almost instantaneously.
“You’re going to say ‘oh, I don’t think so. At least I hope so.’ And darling, only half of that is semi-correct. Your performances have not once failed to amaze us, including me, beyond belief and words that could describe it. Your voice is delightful, and your playing is even rivaling one of my favorite jazz songs from back in the day!! I can understand your stress, but you shouldn’t worry much about it, my darling doll.”
The mans words had you actually speechless.
“However, you can never beat me at piano!” He laughs, and you huff in response before he clears his throat.
“Now.. hasn’t this been enough dawdling for now, doll?” Alastor inquired, to which you leisurely nodded due to yourself still processing his words.
He hand already laced his arm with one of your arm, almost making you squeak out from surprise in response. Like a second instinct, you moved slightly closer to him, mainly behind, and bit your bottom lip once again.
“Off we go, now!” The deer explained in a sing-song-like tone, marching out of you, trailing behind while struggling to close your door…
Walking down those stairs is nerve racking as you keep your gaze downcast at the steps and your shoes, almost clinging to Alastor’s arm now with both of your arms wrapped around it.
As much as he despises touch- ..he doesn’t seem to mind this much.
“..Tell me if my touch makes you uncomfortable.” Oh? How thoughtful! His grin strains a bit as he strides on over to the group, you clinging to him as you take a moment before you start raising your head to the couple to which you have stopped in front of within the lobby of the Hotel.
And, they’re certainly matching.
You have to stop yourself from squealing like a fangirl.
Vaggie's ensemble has a black and purple mauve dress featuring asymmetrical layers and a feathered tailcoat of a matching red that Charlie has, eye-like designs embroidered into the fabric. Similar colored fingerless gloves she now wears, with a black ring with a bunch of hearts on her ring finger. Her hair has been tied up with her usual bow but now into a ponytail. A shawl-like garment is adorned with three bold red hearts along the left side in a line. She finishes up with dark lace stockings and white flats.
Charlie wears a black overcoat draped over her shoulders that reaches to her upper calves, and small golden sun shaped pins on both sides of the coat with a thin chain connecting them across her chest. She wears a black choker with a dark red heart pendant hanging off of it, and a golden bracelet around her right wrist. They even have matching, black rings with hearts all over it with each other!! Black petals adorn her hair, which is tied in her usual hairstyle. She wears a sleeveless, red top followed by a black and golden belt where the center is a golden shaped, empty heart. To top it off, she wears black baggy pants with black boot heels.
“..You both look-“
“WONDERFUL!!” Squealing, you start happily bouncing up and down, gawking at the couple with linked arms in front of you.
“Oh, thank you!! YOU LOOK AMAZING TOO!” Charlie beams, stars practically shining in her eyes.
Vaggie gives a nod as agreement with Charlie, and one of appreciation at the same time.
As the couple and Alastor engage within a conversation for who knows whats, you find your eyes wandering off to look at the rest of your friends to see what they’re doing.
Over at the bar, a certain well dressed spider demon and a slightly underdressed cat demon are.. ‘interacting’.
“Ohhh c’mon, babycakes. We could-“
“No. Go fuck yourself..”
“Only if ya’ watch me!” Husk groans at Angel, who has now slightly climbed onto the counter of the bar, to which Husk pushes him off.
You try to suppress the urge to giggle out-loud and decide to look for a certain small bug demon.
But.. you can’t find her—
“WOAHHHH!” Gasping, you almost recoil at the familiar voice, but ground yourself as your head snaps down to look at Niffty- who is all spiffed up!
Niffty’s hair has been put up into one that appears to look more like one from the 1950’s as it’s far more curly than before. It’s accompanied by two white roses which are held together by a thin, red wine piece of rope in the shape of a.. bow slightly sagging.
Her outfit incorporates a short sleeved, white dress up shirt, matched with 5 coral pink buttons aligned in the middle of the shirt. Added on, she has two pearl earrings and a white, and pink pearl necklace which is matched with a silver chain. The skirt of her dress has a sort of.. belt incorporated into it already as it has a slightly white, rectangle belt holder in the center of the blush pink skirt- which reaches to her ankles. White polka dots along with venetian red roses matched with a Russian green stems are embroidered on the skirt scattered all over it. To top it all off, she has simple white Mary Jane-like shoes.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you smile.
“Awwh! Nif, you look adorable!!” You pat the small demons head. Not in a condescending way.. just.. as a spur of the moment decision.
“YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY!!” She squeals out, bouncing up and down.
And before you could actually start speaking once again, the small demon… bunny hops onto your chest, making you stumble back with a squeak-like sound and unlace your arm with Alastor’s in order to have both hands on Niffty to make sure she doesn’t fall either..
You’ve noticed that the couple and Alastor have stopped their conversation, probably looking at you and Niffty now…
“I could add something to make you look better!”The words don’t sound too sinister, but she’s grinning like a maniac.
“..Like?” You anxiously smile. Her toothy grin grows wider.
“ROSES!! IN YOUR HAIR!!” Yelping out her words, which makes instantaneously nod her request, she giggles happily.
Suddenly the small demon… now has a bouquet of red and white roses. How? You have no clue. While she climbs her way to your shoulder, plucking some petals from both colored flowers. You try your best not to move as your gaze drifts off to look at the trio beside you.
Yep.. they’re staring at you.
“..You guys good?”
“Of course, my darling!” No. Nothings alright. Why is that little miscreant touching you?- why did she make you stop being so close to him now? He’s owned her soul for quite some time now, and knows how she acts, being quite fond of her! But, why is she acting ever so.. friendly with you?..
His smile has become more strained than ever as his head turns to the couple still looking at the display of you and Niffty. Charlie looks more excited than ever, and Vaggie is.. more surprised.
“Now! Where were we?”
As the conversation now resumes, Niffty finishes up with placing the rose petals in your hair, and actually plants on red rose near your ear!
“Okay!! I’m done!!!” Niffty practically shrieks out, clapping her hands as shes placed down on the ground.
“Thank you, Nif. It’s beautiful.” The small demon merrily bows before rushing off… somewhere else.
Nervously, your head turns to the center of the foyer, where the piano to which you’ve avoided up until causes to gulp. But, in response, you take a deep breath.
You just.. need to be calm. You need to relax.
What causes you to come back to your senses is a small tap on your shoulder.
“You ready?” Vaggie quietly asks, moving closer to you. And you pause for a moment before nodding, now putting a smile onto your face. She even gives a smile back.
“Alright, everyone!! Gather the hell up!” Angel and Husk both appear from the darkness of the Bar, approaching the center to where the small stand with the piano atop of it rests. Niffty has rushed into the room, happily bouncing from adrenaline, you suppose..
“We’re headin’ out. And we aren’t going to mess any of this up for the hotel.” She loudly exclaims, resting a hand on her hip as the rest of the group nods. Safe to say you’re panicking so much internally
Please, please do not let this venue end horribly because of you…
. . .
Backstage, you’re pacing.
The venue is lovely from what you’ve seen so far. Velvet curtains shroud the stage as of currently, which has you awaiting for your time to step up and play those lovely songs you’ve been practicing all this time.
As you had first entered: seating area is adorned with cushioned chairs arranged around tables draped in cloths of white, pink, red, or regal purple, each adorned with intricate heart designs. Silverware gleams under the soft glow of candlelight, while glasses of wine shimmer with anticipation. Plates overflow with delectable cuisine from most sinners and overlords who’d arrive here at the Princess of Hell’s invitation (of course, with threats unknowingly added by the Radio Demon!!)
Candelabras cast a warm, flickering light across the room. A polished and lavish golden chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its crystals catching the light as dangling heart pendants gently sway, casting a romantic glow over the scene.
At the bar, being ran by Husk, patrons are usually having ‘lively conversation’, as they await for their entertainment.
But thats also worrying for you, adding more stress. They’re awaiting you.
What if—
The curtains part slowly, and you tense. Goddamnit, no time to think, and no time to have these silly worries replay in your head. You impatiently wait for the curtains to fully open, as rehearsed before. And when they fully do, you can see the eyes of thousands just.. staring inside, from the wings. It takes every last string of restraint for you to try to relax yourself during this.. ‘predicament’.
Taking one last deep breath before the inevitable fate for you on that stage.
You stride with as much perfect posture you can, hands clasped in-front of your lap as you make it to your grand piano, stationed on the mahogany floorboards of the stage. It takes you a second to settle down upon the stood, but when you do, you hover your fingers over the keys of the instrument, recounting every single one in your head as best as you can.
With nothing more to think of besides playing, you start playing the first few chords..
And just like that, you’re immersed within your passion, and everlasting fears as you play key after key.
To say each of the residents and sinners were baffled would probably be an understatement. A great understatement.
You’ve been practicing.. so hard for this very moment, and everything you’ve done has been paying off. Charlie is just absolutely blown away, Vaggie is.. speechless, Husk has his eyebrows raised and arms crossed as his listens to the tune and your singing, Angel Dust is just grinning with an ‘I knew it’ look, Niffty looks like shes going to… explode, and Alastor.. is smiling. Smiling more than ever before- no, this is.. a genuine smile.
Turns out his word really was true.
As the last chord of the piano and last note of your singing lingers within the air, you awaiting for well.. anything.
Booing, laughter, anything.
It only took a few seconds for loud clapping to echo throughout every nook and cranny and your head snaps to the audience. They’re all cheering, all in a slightly similar way of course. Husk is nodding, softly clapping his hands with an amused smirk plastered on his lips. Charlie is vigorously clapping, bouncing up and down merrily as she hugs her girlfriend who was clapping at your performance with a small smile, as well. Angel is cheering the loudest, proclaiming “THATS MY FUCKIN’ BESTIE!” Or… something along the lines of that. Niffty is actually about to jump from her seat, and people start whistling in awe at your play.
Heat crept on your cheeks as you gave a sheepish smile towards the crowd, standing up to slightly shift away from the piano in order to curtesy in respect as they continue on with their cheering. Before you could process, flowers- specifically roses were being thrown onto stage. With widened eyes, you stand up straight again and stare at everyone, trying your best to ignore the heavy light which felt too warm for your liking- but you shouldn’t complain..
Flowers are constantly being tossed onto stage, the applause continues and you take another curtsey before scurrying off stage, making the lights dim.
You don’t really know why you ran off in such a beautiful moment, but you were going to have to leave eventually. The main thing is that you really aren’t.. used to such big crowds applauding for you. It feels much different than just being in a theater, for example.
Finding yourself backstage into the single dressing room it has, you almost collapse onto the sofa with a drawled out groan. You haven’t even bothered to turn on the lights within the room, or the lights on the vanity off- being your only light source as of currently.
..Not gonna lie, you’re probably going to fall asleep if you lay down like this for the rest of the evening.
That would be nice.
Yeah.. you might just do that.
Your eyelids slowly start to get heavier and heavier, making you shift to your side and slightly curling into yourself for warmth. May all be damned because this was surprisingly comfortable despite how you were dressed and.. well, everything else. And with just a few more seconds, you shut your eyes with a content smile gracing your lips.
“Now.. was I wrong, my darling doll?” A voice beams from the side, causing you to immediately rise up out of fear and shock. Well, so much for getting some rest now.
“Oh— Alastor! Hi!..” Trying to pull yourself together, ruffling up your hair a little with a hand, leaning back on the couch as you sit more in a tailor position on the couch.
He takes a moment survey the room, tapping a clawed finger against the side of his microphone before turning to face you. You swear you can see him hiding something behind his back- but you can’t prove anything, can you? You’re too tired for this anyway..
“What are you doing? Don’t you know, the people are quite excited to see you outside?” The inquiry has you blushing even more from embarrassment and hope that the floor magically eats you whole.
A huff escapes you, now turning to bring your knees up to your chest and bury your face into your legs instead of facing the one man who would make fun of you as he found you just trying to rest. It’s.. irritating. And, not really because of Alastor. Just, upsetting.
“Sorry. I’ll.. be out in a moment.”
“Before that, my darling. I have another question for you.” It takes you a second to raise your head up at the stag, staring at him as a motion for him to continue on speaking. He seemed almost hesitant to continue, but slowly managed to get the words to come out.
“Do you have a Valentine so far? Has anyone asked you?” Oh fuck.
He’s so going to mock you. Holy shit.
“..No.” Please please, please do not make any remarks. Don’t. Please.
“Mm.” The mere hum in response freaks you out, but you manage to keep a straight face as you’re internally screaming at the top of your lungs, probably crying as well.
Biting the inside of your cheek, nails digging into the cloth of your pants, close to the flesh of your legs as you await the interchangeable fate from this encounter.
“How would you like to be mine then, darling?”
..what?
You’re honestly.. shocked by this. The amount of time it takes for the cogs in your brain to process this new information is.. quite a bit. And, just before you can even utter a single word to the man’s advance- he reveals what he’s been hiding behind his back this whole time: wilted red roses. How romantic.
Blinking repeatedly at the gesture, you find yourself leisurely getting up and walking closer to the buck, gently wrapping your hands around his holding the roses.
“..I would love that.” Simply staring at the roses, you can’t help but smile and then look up at the man.
“And, is this you asking me out?” The query is mainly a joke as you chuckle a bit, his face still the same as ever: smiling, staring back down at you. However, you thought this mainly as a platonic gesture instead of a romantic one, being that you know a lot better. He chuckles for a moment before clearing his throat.
“Perhaps. Would that be so bad?” That definitely had your heart fluttering.
You’re still reeling from the unexpected gesture he’s made. His usually charismatic demeanor has softened, revealing a vulnerability you never thought you'd see in him. He should be withholding this. His eyes, although still half-lidded have a.. gentle warmth that draws you in. The air is charged with tension, a palpable mix of anticipation and uncertainty as you try to comprehend the depth of his actions. And with your thinking in that moment, you realize that this enigmatic figure before you is more than just ‘The radio demon.’ More than just a demon that has been feared for centuries.
He’s another mortal soul. Just like you.
Yet however, curiosity pangs you right in the heart as you recount the things he’s told about himself to you.
“Wait, Alastor,, are you sure?.. Please- I would not want to lose you over this. I know-” The more you overthink this and try to babble on, he slides his hand from under yours and brings it to cup your cheek.
“My darling doll, do you think I don’t love and cherish your company more than any of the others at the Hotel? it’d be a downright shame to not have a beauty as talented and great like you on my arm. Yet, I don’t believe you feel such similar feelings, no?” He laughs obnoxiously at his own words, but inside he’s.. he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if you don’t-
“Oh- no, of course not!”
He swear he can feel his undead heart halt like it had been beating all of this time.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin your image anyways..” With a shrug, you feel guilt wash over you. Why did you lie?
“..It wouldn’t, my darling doll!” The reaffirming words seemed much more disappointed than before and it almost made you freak out even more. Did he know?
As silence passes through between the two of you, trying to figure out what to make of each other’s feeling and words. You start to speak.
“Alastor.. are you actually trying to court me?” The words come out as a whisper, a hand of your own reaching up to place over his on your cheek while the other still held the rose bouquet.
..Static.
Radio static fills the room.
You’re afraid.
“My darling doll.. would that be such a problem?”
“…No. I don’t think so..”
His grin widens even more than you could possibly think of after being strained for such a long while. His thumb brushes downwards to your jaw and tilts your head upward more, stopping as soon as he has you looking more at his own jaw and the lower part of his mouth.
“Now tell me, why would you lie to me? Quite the bad habit, doll!” That static from earlier has still not left- in fact, it’s gotten louder than you’ve noticed up until this point in this encounter. He’s even lowered his head to go face to face with you this time.
Goddamnit.
“I didn’t want to make things awkward between us. I truly value our friendship, and I didn't want to risk losing that by admitting.. that I saw you in a far different way than probably you did for me. It's not that I don't appreciate your affection or the effort you've put into courting me before or even now, it's just that I didn't want to lead you on or give you false hope. Not only that- I was certain that you didn’t have any romantic attraction to or for anyone for a matter of fact.” Speaking faster than you intended made it harder to even keep up with your thought process.
“Not in a rude way! Just- I care a lot about making you comfortable and not passing any boundaries of yours. You don’t like romance much, you don’t like when people touch you if you don’t initiate it first.” Your shoulders slumped as you continue to ramble on, or at least try.
“All that? Dear.. I told you exactly how I felt. I wouldn’t mind if it was you.”
“..Are you sure you like.. aren’t pressuring yourself to feel this way?? Or something?”
“Darling, I force myself to do nothing. It all comes naturally!” Oh yes, naturally. That obsession? As much as he despises it- it did happen.. naturally.
“Besides…” The feeling of his claws starting to dig into the flesh of your cheek causes you to whine in pain, flinching even. You almost drop the roses due to the sudden reaction. This.. is not something that’s happened before.
“You aren’t dating anyone, correct?” His odd sing-song-like tone made you so.. uncomfortable. Dear goodness, all the color drains from your face as your eyes widen a bit at this. Immediately pulling your hand off of his, now wrapping both arms around the bouquet.
His claws stop digging into your cheek, almost making you instantly cry if you weren’t restraining yourself, wanting to run away, yet he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip ever so gently. How can the same person who just hurt you be the same person with such a gentle touch, told you such comforting words and possibly be the same person who just hurt you?
Stumbling backwards away from the man with hitched breathing, your eyes anxiously survey the man who hasn’t moved but, his smile has become more tense as his eyes have become narrowed as he stares you down like prey.
Why in Heaven’s great name is this happening??
Feeling a warm liquid trickle down your cheek, you instantaneously raise a hand to feel the damage done- already knowing what it is. It’s fucking blood. The sensation of tears start welling up and you lower your gaze for a long moment as you try to piece everything together.
“You- why!?” You cried out, with the tears now pouring down and mixing with the blood on one side. Unintentionally, you back yourself against one of the walls of the dressing room.
Oh you’re so screwed.
“Oh? Are you against me now? But, you don’t know even the beginning of how deep these vile feelings course through me for you!! You started this, darling.” Screwing your eyes shut as you hear his footsteps start to approach, you can’t help the whimpers that leave you.
With the subtle touch of one of his hands on your shoulder, you no longer think you can see him as the same person you did before, even after the sentimental moment. Even after the few times you’ve revealed your feelings to him, no matter how kong you’ve spent time together.
“Everything I’ve done for you so far was because of these wretched emotions started fluttering around, making me feel so much at the same time. It’s infuriating. They’re filthy, disgusting, but they’re still there. But, perhaps if I finally do something about these, I’ll finally be able to be rid of them. Perhaps it’s time that I take action on these, no?” You desperately want to shake your head no- but being frozen with shock with everything currently happening does you no good.
“You’re my valentine, darling. Always mine, and mine alone!”
Those are the final words spoken as your tears continue to pour, but he couldn’t care less and kisses them away. He enjoys this anyway. After-all, you’re helpless. The entire situation is helpless. And with no other thought in mind, he finds his lips on yours in a chaste kiss.
You physically have no idea why this took so long- and I’m sorry y’all. ILY POOKIES, ENJOY YOUR FOOD.
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This is the an AU idea of mine so none of this are canon okay? They will act a bit ooc, okay? We're good? Okay Good. Anyway...
I made an AU prompt where at first, the heavens didn't trust Sir Pentious. But the more Sir Pentious hung out in the heavens, the more the heavens except Lute, but no one cared about her opinion grew attached. Because, come on! Sir Pentious is the definition of pure! Why is he considered a sinner anyway? So when Sir Pentious asked Sera to let him visit the Hazbin Hotel as he is missing his friends, Sera and the other angels (including St. Peter) tried to convince him to stay in heaven FOREVER..
Telling him how great the heavens are! And that Hazbin Hotel has done its job to get him into the heavens, so why go back? He has friends here, so why go back? Why return to that terrible place?
I IMAGINE THEY SING A SONG SIMILAR TO THIS:
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𝕳𝖆𝖟𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝕳𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱
𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣
𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱
𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱
𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢...
one (ft. valentino)
two (ft. valentino)
if you have some ideas, throw 'em in my 𝔦𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔵 <3
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Hi Good morning...
Could you do Yandere Alastor? If not Could Alastor be possessive?
Imagine Charlie going to heaven to talk to the angels (just like in that episode) but in addition to taking his girlfriend, he also took Alastor along with them... Now imagine Alastor being reunited with his beloved wife (who became an angel after her death and with that they both separated) what would happen? Now imagine having other angels flirting with Alastor's wife or trying to protect her since he is the radio demon...
Oooh… okay. This is interesting. Though, I can imagine Alastor may end up dragging us down to Hell with him since he’d be that possessive. He wouldn’t stay in Heaven, he’d be getting us banished from Heaven so he can be with us! That’s how I view it and this is my first Yandere Alastor and Yandere Hazbin Hotel as well!
Alastor- Yin and Yang, Light and Dark
Alastor is a merciless, intimidating man of extreme power as Hell’s all-around-feared Radio Demon. A figure who had nothing to his own name that others did. Just himself, a blade and so many sins under his belt. Nobody would ever suspected he would ever fall in love, that he could fall in love, that it was possible for such a corrupted mind…
But here is both Charlie and Vaggie, and the entirety of Hell being completely disapproved. The young sapphic couple decided to bring their redemption project’s primary investor, Alastor up to Heaven with them as backup support, incase anything happens. The three demons are greeted with the mighty Seraphim, Sera’s assistant. A beautiful warm-hearted female angel that greets them with a warm smile and a familiar accent
Alastor just stopped in place when he met your eyes, he stopped smirking and snarking through this situation. Stopped even smiling as he couldn’t stop looking at this angel… she reminds him of the wife he had lost. Nobody knew he was married… he almost forgot he was. Alastor approaches this sweet-hearted angel and asks politely to hold her hand. Of course, this angel… or also known as you, is a bit hesitant but does so anyway. Eventually being able to flip your hand to reveal the shiny wedding ring that has remained there for so long, it may as well be stuck in place
Since when did Alastor have a wedding ring?! That’s what Vaggie asks herself when Alastor seems to just manifest a shiny golden marriage band onto his hand in just a flick of his wrist, both of you carefully slide off those rings to check the insides, where writing of each other’s names remain. Revealing to one another that you’ve both been reunited since 1933… since Alastor’s death, many years prior your own
You’re found your husband… after almost seventy years
It was hard to not cry before your guests but pulling back in all your emotions and your questions for your estranged now demon husband, Alastor. You have to lead the Princess, her partner and her close friend over to where Sera and Emily await to greet them. Whilst Emily ends up excitedly distracting Charlie and Vaggie, you’re unable to stop thinking about being able to find your husband. You know that ring anywhere and looking at the Radio Demon more, you can see the dark-skinned Creole man behind the new appearance
You smoothly weave past the other two higher-rank inhabitants of this grand bright cool cloudy realm to take Alastor’s hands, prying one off his staff-like microphone-cane and eventually running fingers through his hair, doing so just makes his tall fluffy deer-like ears pin back. It’s just like when you were both humans and how’d you run your fingers through his fluffy dark brown hair to ease him after a long day of work
“Alastor… why did you lie to me? You said we’d go to Heaven together”
He did promise. Back in 1926, when you two got married. A illegal marriage but you didn’t care at all. Married at only 26 years old, both of you. He promised you’d both die together and fly up to Heaven together, be happy, safe and comfortable together in Heaven but when you died after he did, you never found Alastor
You were devastated, looking everywhere, desperate and heartbroken at being alone, and ending up being comforted by Lady Sera. Who revealed to you Alastor never arrived in Heaven… which was just proof to that that he didn’t go to Heaven but he went to Hell
You wanted to know so badly, for almost seventy years. Why he went to Hell… what did he do? You never saw Alastor commit any wrong. He was a good person, yes, wealthy and influential as a very popular Radio Host but a good man
Alastor, in reality, simply hid his true self, his psychotic ‘disorder’ from you. He had actually fallen in love with a sweet soft angel, a sympathetic harmless woman and was terrified he’d lose you, a genuinely good person, to the fact he was a serial killer… hence why you never saw nor knew how bad he actually was
How he killed every single man who came onto you, how he killed every single woman who dared to give you any side eyes. He was obsessed, possessive, protective, murder-driven
Alastor covered every single footstep and every trace of his bad doings and even when he was reported as the serial killer on the radio upon the Police taking him down… you still didn’t know because you avoided the radio, out of heartbreak pain of your husband being taken away from you and utter disbelief of what anybody said about Alastor back in Louisiana, New Orleans during your old-timey era
Being reunited with you… this beautiful moment has drowned Alastor with not only all those incredible memories of the past as a human he shared with you, but all his unhealthy, what it’s called yandere mannerisms. In an instant, he is determined to get you back at all causes and he is willing to drag you down to Hell with him
He can’t be redeemed, even if seeing you again is a huge motivation to try fix himself and pass by his sins of wrath, he’ll just make you fall through the clouds and land right into his arms after passing through the pentagram above. This is perfect… absolutely perfect and a mere second devised plan is already becoming the Overlord’s obsession
Alastor lifts up the hand combing through his hair away and kisses the top of your hand, making both yours and his heart flutter. Everything you do for one another is reminders of the past and reminders of your secret marriage. His pretty crimson red eyes look down at you before he speaks, his voice dropping the radio effect echo so his organic transatlantic accent coos out, full of love and joy
Mainly because he’s going to make you become a Fallen Angel and come live in Hell with him. You won’t be alone again and he won’t be alone again either
“I know, darling… I was never a good person and I didn’t deserve you. But I am here to change. If you give me some weeks, maybe some months. Give us that time. We’ll be together again. Just like before”
A/N: To say. What would Alastor do if he saw Angels trying to flirt with you or keep you away from him as he visits Heaven with Chaggie is that he’d be planning immense murder and destruction but he couldn’t do anything about it. Politely dragging you away from the angels to talk to you more. He wants to kill but he can’t whilst within Heaven
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Yandere Adam X Seer/Psychic Reader
I will more than likely edit this bc I'm supppper tired rn while writing this. Also oops super long
MIGHT Make a Demon or Angel version bc uhhh yes?
Thisss will obvs have a little misogyny in it. It’s Adam. Also this has SPOILERS so don’t read if you haven’t finished the show pookies QwQ
This also has some semi-offensive words so as always, if you can't handle it don't read it.
Yandere Adam X Seer/Psychic GN Reader
You were a friend of Charlie and Vaggie’s. You don’t know how exactly you got to hell as a human, but the two women were more than happy to take you in. They protected you from a lot. You’re incredibly sweet, friendly, and shy so you were an easy target for the residents of hell.
When Charlie and Vaggie decided to go to heaven to make an appeal to the court you went along. You thought maybe the Seraphim could help you out and get you home to your universe.
For your privacy, you wore a hood to hide your humanity. Everyone believed you were a demon.
When Emily was showing the three of you around Heaven you accidentally bumped into Adam. The others didn’t notice you left behind. You saw a flash of visions- Exterminators were destroying sinners left and right, and Adam was above them all, laughing. Then you saw something else- Adam’s death. He was beaten by Lucifer and then finished off by Nifty, a small resident of the Hazbin Hotel.
You fell to your knees to take a breath after seeing such a vivid vision. You didn’t notice Lute’s confused face or Adam’s confused anger. Adam couldn’t comprehend what he saw for a moment, but the pieces slowly clicked- he was dying. What was this? Was this a stupid demon trick to throw him off of his plans?
Adam grabbed you by your arm, bringing you right next to his face. “The fuck was that?”
You were frozen- what did he mean?
“I’m fucking talking to you, bitch!” Adam snarled. He threw you against the wall, and Lute was horrified at the stares they were getting. She quickly whispered something you couldn’t hear to Adam. Adam looked around and growled in irritation before looking at you. “I’m not finished with you.” Adam and Lute then flew off.
“There you are!” Charlie grabbed your arm. “Isn’t this place just great?” She paused as she saw the tears in your eyes. You hadn’t even realized you started crying. “What’s wrong?”
“N…nothing, Charlie. I’m okay.” You smiled. “Just overwhelmed by Heaven.” You weren’t sure why you had lied. You were normally so honest all the time.
Hours passed and you were in your temporary room the Angels gave you. It was down the hall from where Charlie and Vaggie were staying.
You were reading when you heard someone barge in. You whipped around to see Adam with a cool glare on his face. Lute was standing behind him. She clearly didn’t understand what was happening, but she was loyal to Adam. Whatever he did, she’d support it.
“What do you want?” Your words trembled as you spoke them. You stood from the bed quickly.
Adam stalked over to you and got so close to you that his breath hit your face. “I want to know what the fuck you did to me.”
“I…what are you talking about?”
Adam punched the wall next to your head. A hole was left in the wall. “Don’t fuck with me! I could kill your pathetic demon ass!” He was getting more angry and it showed. He hated that he couldn’t see your face under your hood.
“I told you, I don’t know!” A small sniffle came from you. Adam growled and ripped your hood down. He and Lute were shocked. A human? In Heaven?
“The fuck? What kind of bullshit are you pulling?” He pulled on your cheeks to see if it was a disguise. Eventually, after about thirty seconds of pinching and pulling on your skin he realized you WERE a human. Adam was conflicted- he hated sinners, yes, but not necessarily humans. “Why the fuck were you in hell in the first place?”
“I-I don’t know.” You fought the tears building. “I..there was a portal thing. It sucked me in and I landed in Charlie’s hotel.”
Adam frowned. He, in his long time being an Angel, had never heard of something like this happening. “Look, just tell me what you did to me.” Adam insisted.
“I…I really don’t understand what you mean.”
“When you bumped into me earlier - fuck you by the way- I saw myself. I was… dying. To a fucking demon.”
You paused. He couldn’t have seen it…could he? Maybe it was because he was an Angel… you didn’t understand. “I think… you saw my vision.”
“Your what?” Lute chimed in, irritated she didn’t understand anything.
Charlie told you to keep it a secret…but they were angels. You could trust them, right? They couldn’t be bad. So you naively explained everything- when you touch someone or something, you can (not always) get visions of important things that happened with it. While you explained Adam had to hide his shit eating grin threatening to grow on his face.
You were perfect- you could help him destroy those demon bastards permanently. Now…he just had to find a way to keep you here.
Adam pretended to be your friend. He told you about how nice it is in Heaven. It was much safer up here than in Hell. “You’d fit right in, doll- you’re super cute.” He teased you. You had no clue that he was manipulating you. You normally didn’t get compliments like that so it made your cheeks flush a deep color.
Later on during the trial Adam had one of his Exterminators keep you busy. That didn’t work forever though, and eventually you got to the court. Adam and Lute were saying cruel things about Angel Dust, Charlie, and Vaggie. You watched, unsure of what to do. Adam hadn’t noticed you when he pushed your friends back into hell. You ran to the portal to join them when Lute stopped you. Her Exterminator mask had a cruel grin on it.
“What is the meaning of this, Adam?” Sera asked. She was more curious than angry.
“This one here… is a human.” Adam ripped off your hood. A collective of shocked gasps rang out through the room. Everyone wondered how you got to heaven. “They came up from Hell with those demon bitches. We can’t just let her go back to hell- she doesn’t belong there.” Adam grinned viciously.
“What? You can’t decide that for me!” You try to get out of Lute’s hold. Emily went to defend you but Sera interjected first.
“We cannot make them stay here if they want to go, Adam.” The other Angels in the chamber muttered in various degrees of opinions.
“They’ll get fucking stabbed down there or some shit. Humans don’t belong in hell, and this human is probably so confused for the mix up it’ll go batshit if we don’t help them out. It’s the right thing to do.” Adam grinned. You could almost see the slime coming from his words.
“Look, just send me back to my friends!” You struggled frantically. You did seem confused and upset to the other Angels, so they were inclined to agree with Adam.
After Adam so graciously offered to look after you, Sera hesitantly agreed. After all, Adam was the first human- he would know what one needs.
You were locked away in Adam’s penthouse, constantly guarded by at least one Exterminator.
Adam forced you to give him information in exchange for your friend’s lives. If you disobeyed, well, he could send an Exterminator early to kill one of your little hotel friends.
“Now, be a good little human and tell me all about this Carmilla whore. Otherwise, I’m thinking that crackwhore would be a good first kill this year.”
You gave him everything he wanted to know, having no clue that the hotel and all of your friends were already long dead. You’d helped Adam evade death, and he wouldn’t waste it.
#literally my pookie#pookie#adam#yandere adam#yandere hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#hh#charlie#yandere adam hazbin hotel#adam hh#seer#psychic reader#gn reader#gender neutral#gender neutral reader#vaggie#tw insults#tw swearing#tw manipulation#manipulation#hell#heaven#lute#lute hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar hazbin hotel#vaggie hazbin hotel
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My name is Ze
I want to try my hand at writing a bit more. So request away. This is for short stories/fics and headcanons.
Currently just writing for Hazbin Hotel.
MASTERLIST
WIPS
Characters
Alastor
Rosie
Angel Dust (Angel)
Husk
Charlie
Vaggie
Vox
Velvette (Vel)
Emily (Emmy)
You can request for others, but it is less likely I will do them👍
RULES
If you request a character x reader they will always be GN unless the character they are paired with is gay/lesbian + the requester requests that specific gender. Then I will try to make the gender more to their taste, but still GN. (aroace characters will always be in a qpr or platonic relationship) You can request trans readers and I will see what I can do.
Make sure to use the little heart emojis or just state what kind of relationship you are looking to be written or I will just pick one.
Specify if it will be a oneshot/short story or a headcanon list and make sure to state what you would like it to be about or any plot points you would like in the story/list.
Will Write
💛Platonic Relationships
🩷Queer Platonic Relationships (QPR) [my personal go to]
❤️Romantic Relationships (RR)
💙Poly Relationships (must all be dating each other, can be a mix of QPR and RR)
Character x Reader (will always be GN) Specify 1st or 2nd person or I will pick/do a mix of both 👍 also reader's name will never be "mentioned" as that is my writing style
Character x Character (Will depend on if I think I can write for them)
Fluff, Comfort, Angst
Happy endings and Sad endings
Gore (Will have TW)
Consensual C*nnibalism (Will have TW)
Comedy/Crack Fics (not very good at this) or non serious ships
Will NOT Write
Sm*t
Anything S*xual
Anything Explicit
Non Aroace Alastor (leave him alone guys🙏)
Valentino
K*nks
P*dophilla (or however it's spelled. gross AND illegal)
Major Character death that is not part of the ship unless it is canon
Yandere
(More to be added)
Sorry if I don't do every request, I am very new at this.
#hazbin hotel#writing#ace#aro#aroace#asexual#queer platonic relationship#QPR#x reader#character x reader#character x character#alastor#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#charlie morningstar#hazbin charlie#vaggie#vaggie hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel rosie#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel vox#request#reqs open#reading#aroace alastor
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Base Yandere Lute Headcanons: HER EGO!!!
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter. This one is Lute and her base headcanons as a yandere! So Good Luck :D I hope you all enjoy this chapter here!]
(Disclaimer: Lute is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Lute From Hazbin Hotel-
.Lute is Adam's Lieutenant and man oh man is she one of the most sadistic angels.
.She appears to be heaven-born like Sera, Emily, and Vaggie she does not have ears, but Adam does. (and we know he was human) Or she was made in heaven like how Razzel and Dazzel were made in hell?
.Lute is truly sadistic that she says take Vaggie Cunt mouth out of her ass. or something along those lines.
.It is so sadistic that Adam is a bit uncomfortable and tells her to chill.
.She also cut out Vaggie's eyes and cut off her wings. Forcing her to fall.
.She is an elitist and maybe a bit racist as well. At least with hating ANY Demon.
.If you are a demon she would see you in one to two ways.
.As a pet for her enjoyment and to keep by her side.
.Or the ONLY Demon worthy of redemption and or heaven.
.If you were an angel she would see you as the good you are and she would never let you fall.
.Now either way she has fallen for you and she needs to have you in her life.
.She will move heaven and hell to get you by her side.
(side note for YouTube/Tumblr ask box, if you want to see specifically how she would treat a demon sinner or hellborn or an angel comment in the ask box on Tumblr and look for a vote on my community page coming soon.)
.She is very controlling of you and very hostile to anyone and every rival or possible rival.
.You are hers and that makes you good.
.She is very possessive and protective.
.She also would most likely share you with Adam.
.If anyone tried to hurt you, they would get an angelic spear to the eye.
.If anyone tries to take you from here, oh look another angelic spear to the eye.
.If anyone tried to make you theirs. Ah, Another Angelic spear to the eye. (LUTE GIRL I think you have a thing for removing someone's eyes! Three times is too much!)
.She is holier than thou so she knows that she is the only one good enough for you.
.She would slaughter everyone in her way, especially if they were demons, she does not even care if they are hellborns she will kill them as well.
.She is not afraid to put you in your place as her property and future partner!
. Especially if you are a demon. (again remember to put in the ask box or vote)
.She deals with rivals by threatening them, harming them, and if those do not work, killing them.
.Of course, she rarely has to kill them, also she is the more so coolheaded one at times.
.But she can be pushed to snapping and when she snaps no one is safe.
.She would stalk you for months before telling you how she feels about you.
.Most likely cornering and manipulating you.
.If you accept her love you have sealed your fate and she will have you moved in with her, and have you with her at almost all times.
.Of course, if you say no, she will let you go for now...
.Eventually, she will kidnap you in the dead of the night and lock you away.
.She is going to break you, she will start with emotional and mental, and if that does not work she will hurt you.
.Not enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to make you see that you are hers.
.Leaving quite and few scars for sure.
.Do not worry if she causes more damage than she tends, she will fix you and make you love her.
.After all, she is an angel and she was the best you would ever get so you might as well say yes, and be hers!
.The ego on this yandere and that Angels cannot make mistakes even though she does when she is trying to break you?
.Yeah she cannot see the bigger picture as she does not see her flaws and only sees that you and her are meant to be!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy!]
#yandere#yandere hazbin hotel#yandere lute#yandere headcanons#headcanons#lute#hazbin lute#hazbin hotel lute#lute x reader#reader#gender neutral reader
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Hello and welcome to my writing blog!
I like to write. So uh, I'm gonna write. Yk, when I have the motivation. ANYWAYS-
Name: Lofi/Tavern
Age: Chrono young 20s (I'm secretly a primordial entity tho, obvi 💅)
Pronouns: They/Them, Thou/Thee, Ech/Echo, Bee/Bees & Fae/Faer
Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)
Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman
Relationship Status: Happily Married!
Extras: Multireligous, Objectum, Fictospec, Queer, etc.
Citrus Scale: The Levels and What They Mean
Orange 🧡 - General Writings. So this would be fluff, angst, comfort, and similar.
Lime 💚 - Slight spice but not flat out nsfw. Heavy make out, sexual tension, maybe some milder things like grinding or choking.
Lemon 💛 - The filth and sin. Full blown tango. Actually nsfw. Le sex. General kinks added in as well.
Grapefruit 🩷 - A rarer ranking not often used to be alluded to darker things. Such as yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, gRape, murder, body mutilation, etc. Usually sexual or has sexual themes but not always.
Hearts to indicate highest citrus ranking I'll go for
Fandoms & Characters I Write For
Helluva Boss
Blizø 💛
Stolas 💚
Loona 💚
Bee & Vortex 💚
Mammon 🩷
Asmodeus & Fizz 💛
Hazbin Hotel
Lucifer Morningstar 💛
Charlie & Vaggie 💚
Alastor 🩷
Rosie 🧡
Velvette 💚
Valentino 🩷
Vox 💛
Adam 💛
Lute 💛
Sera 💚
Emily 🧡
Creepypasta
Splendorman 💚
Trenderman 💛
Slenderman 🩷
Jeff the Killer 🩷
Homicidal Liu 💛
Eyeless Jack 🩷
Laughing Jack 🩷
BEN Drowned 🩷
Masky 🩷
Hoodie 🩷
Toby 🩷
Jason the Toymaker 🩷
The Puppeteer 🩷
Nathan the Nobody 🩷
Candypop 🩷
Jane the Killer 💚
Nina the Killer 💚
Sally 🧡
Judge Angels 💚
Clockwork 💚
Laughing Jill 💚
Zero 💚
Hetalia
France 💛
2p! France 💛
America 💛
2p! America 🩷
Canada 💛
2p! Canada 💛
England 💛
2p! England 🩷
Russia 💛
2p! Russia 💛
Belarus 💚
Ukraine 💚
China 💛
2p! China 🩷
Hong Kong 💛
Scotland 💛
Sweden 💛
Finland 💛
Iceland 💛
Denmark 💛
Norway 💛
Switzerland 💛
Italy 💛
2p! Italy 🩷
Romano 💛
2p! Romano 💛
Spain 💛
2p! Spain 💛
Germany 💛
2p! Germany 🩷
Prussia 💛
2p! Prussia 💚
Japan 💛
2p! Japan 🩷
Greece 💛
Rome 💛
Germania 💛
Star Wars
Count Dooku 💚
Anakin Skywalker 💛
Asajj Ventress 💚
Ashoka Tano 💚
Jocasta Nu 🧡
Aayla Secura 💚
Kit Fisto 💚
Luminara Unduli 💚
Obi-Wan Kenobi 💛
Qui-Gon Jinn 💛
Mace Windu 🧡
Yoda 🧡
Plo Koon 🧡
Kreia 🧡
Atton 💛
Atris 🧡
Brianna/Handmaiden 💚
Bao-Dur 💛
Visas Marr 💚
Zez-Kai Ell 💛
Mira 💚
Kavar 💛
Mandalore/Canderous 💛
Vrook Lamar 🧡
Mical/Disciple 💛
Harry Potter
Harry Pottah 💚
Ron Weasley 💛
Hermione Granger 💚
Neville Longbottom 💚
Ginny Weasley 💚
Luna Lovegood 🧡
Fred & George Weasley 💛
Draco Malfoy 💛
Blaise Zabini 💛
Pansy Parkinson 💚
Tom Riddle 🩷
Mattheo Riddle 💛
Theodore Nott 💛
Lorenzo Berkshire 💛
Anyways I think that's it. Send in those requests!
#helluva boss#helluva boss smut#helluva boss x reader#blitzo x reader#mammon x reader#loona x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#adam x reader#vox x reader#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#creepypasta x reader#jeff the killer x reader#ben drowned x reader#jane the killer x reader#hetalia#hetalia x reader#star wars#star wars smut#star wars x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#harry potter#slytherin boys#draco malfoy x reader#theodore nott x reader#tom riddle x reader
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Requests
Requests that l am willing to make:
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Omegaverse
Cheating(only cheated reader o cheated character)
And any other request you make
Requests that l am NOT willing to make:
Gore
Yandere(sometimes)
Characters
Genshin impact
Jean, Lisa, Eula, Ningguang, Yelan, Beidou, Ganyu, Shenhe, Yae Miko, Raiden Ei, Dehya, Lynette, Navia, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Signora, Xianyun, The Zarina.
Honkai star rail
Stelle, Kafka, Himeko, Serval, Natasha, Bronya, Seele, Cocolia, Tingyun, Yukong, Jingliu, Black Saw, Acheron.
Path to nowhere
Female Chief, Hamel, Rahu, Zoya, Shalom, Langley, Cabernet, Chameleon, Raven.
Monster hunter stories 2
Ena, Avinia, Lilia, Kayna, kyle, Cheval.
Warrior cats
Bluestar, Mapleshade, Leafpool, Hollyleaf, Sandstorm.
Rwby
Ruby rose, Weiss schnee, Blake belladonna, Yang xiao long, Pyrrha nikos, Cinder fall, Winter schnee, Raven branwen, Summer rose, Willow schnee.
Hazbin hotel
Charlie morningstar, Vaggie, Angel dust, Lilith magne, Cherri bomb, carmila carmine, Emily.
Helluva boss
Loona, Millie, Octavia, Verosika, Beelzebud.
Avatar: The way of water
Neytiri, Ronal, Kiri, Tsireya.
Readers
Male!Reader
Female!Reader
Gn!Reader
Hibrid!Reader
And a small clarification on the requests for warrior cats o monster hunter l will ONLY do fluff or angst, since l don't feel comfortable doing smut.
#raiden ei x reader#ningguang x reader#yelan x reader#jean gunnhildr x reader#lisa minci x reader#eula lawrence x reader#eula x reader#ptn x reader#hsr x reader#genshin impact x reader#himeko x reader#kafka x reader#jingliu x reader#tingyun x reader#yukong x reader#hsr natasha x reader#hamel x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#helluva boss x reader#Avatar the way of water x reader#warrior cats x reader#monster hunter stories 2 x reader
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Introduction And Rules and Blah
Feel free to request anything :)
(Drawing above by me)
Hello you can call me Fuse, I go by any pronouns although feminine is preferred. Welcome to my little trash can of chaos.
This blog will mainly contain random chaotic shit I feel like posting at random times, and fanfiction.
‼️🛑THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS AND STORIES🛑‼️
As per the usual MDNI, I will allow people that are 16+ because by then you should know better and I feel you can handle it more, but it is your own choice to read and interact or not. However if you are younger and do chose to interact I cannot stop you because I am not your mother, and whatever you chose to expose yourself to if you ignore this warning will be your own fault.
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RULES AND SUCH:
No pedos, homophobes, racists, sexists, minors (read warning above) or rapists and stuff like that.
If you request something on my page that is nsfw and I believe your a minor I will ignore it, and if it is confirmed I will block you.
Do not harrass or discriminate to anybody on this blog. (In requests, comments, reposts ect-)
If you break these rules (which there are not many so it won’t be too hard) you will be blocked.
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RULES FOR REQUESTING:
Requests Are Open :)
What I will write:
Smut (Keep in mind I am AroAce so if it is not realistic I am sorry)
Fluff
Angst
Character x Reader
Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)
Character x Reader x Character (Polyamourus)
Any gendered reader
Headcannons
Drabbles
Reader personality traits/habits (such as: Reader is gloomy/optimist, or reader fidgets alot/Has a habit of talking outloud)
What I will not write:
Piss, scat, vomit, vore ect-
Pedophilia
ABDL/Age Regressing (I have nothing against it it’s just not something I really want to write)
Beastiality (With actual animals, hybrids are fine)
Character x Character
Noncon
Yandere
Reader with certain race, ethnicity, religion ect-
Trans readers (I am not transphobic at all, I just personally am not trans so I wouldn’t know how to write it)
Specific details about the readers appearance
No reader disorders (ADHD is fine however)
What I am currently writing for:
Hazbin Hotel (Any character except for children. Will write for Nifty, Mimzy, Emily, o and only MAYBE alastor)
May start for creepypasta but idk
Other info on requesting:
If readers gender is not specified or hinted at, will be set to gn
If type (Heacanons, Drabble, Story) is not specified, I will just do Headcanons + Short Drabble
Feel free to add reader details (listed in what I will do) but I will not do ones that are too specific, I try to be open so everyone can enjoy and see themselves in the reader :)
I do not use the terms “Y/N” or “Reader” in my stories or drabbles because I personally do not like it and feel like it breaks the immersion (Will use reader for headcanons though)
I will usually write things in second person (You, Yourself)
I go in order of when things are requested, so if you requested something and are following the rules, it will be written after eyertging before it.
If you have any questions or concerns relating to what I write, or if you have a request, feel to ask in the ask box and I will get to it soon as possible.
MASTERLIST
#hazbin hotel#Smut#rules#idk what else to add#plz help me istg#Hazbin hotel x reader#character x reader#fluff#angst#husk hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#Hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel cherribomb#Hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel sir pentious#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel rosie#radio demon#alastor the radio demon#x reader smut#x reader#reqs open#hazbin hotel smut#tw: suggestive#tw:smut
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Will share more lore facts about that yandere heaven au with Sir Pentious? I want to know if your gonna do more for it.
You don't understand how happy I am to see this. If I hadn't had a mental breakdown earlier, then I would cry right now, anyway.
Here are a few ideas for each character's behavior. Remember, this is still a prompt with ideas, not a full story yet (😏). So I might add more to this AU. Also, please give me some feedback and ideas about this AU; I would love to hear your opinion 😍.
INFORMATION
PART 1
💙 🕊 🐨 E M I L Y 🐨 🕊 💙
Let's be for real. Emily is the most likely to help Sir Pentious. At first she would be confused to why would Sir Pentious would leave but once she hears his reasons, she'd totally get it. Actually, she might even decide to tag along with him! And you know what?
It's not like the heaven would mind right? Right?
💛 💙 💐 S A I N T P E T E R 💐 💙 💛
Peter would do anything to avoid Sir Pentious' requests. It would be a lie if Peter didn't admit that he grew attached to him. Other than Emily, Peter was Sir Pentious' first friend (Molly was the second) in heaven, and oh boy! Does Peter make sure that everyone knows it. Which, speaking of that, Peter never thought he'd be so prideful about such a simple friendship, was he acting too.. Prideful and Possessive… Oh, who is he kidding!? Of course, he's proud of being his first friend!
If there is a definition of purity and angelic behavior, Sir Pentious would be a perfect example! Yes, he is going to ignore that he was a demon because he doesn't live there anymore; he is in heaven now! Where everyone doesn't worry about anything! So when Sir Pentious asked to visit hell to see his friends…
This is the first time where Peter ever, EVER, wanted to deny someone respect so badly. Yes, he does feel bad for denying Sir Pentious' request, but it's for his own good! Hell is a terrible place! He may have lived there before, but he is an angel now! Demons will take advantage of that if he ever goes down there again. And besides, heaven is a place where they got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife, It's the perfect afterlife! He has done everything to distract Sir Pentious to avoid his request and just hopes that Sir Pentious gives up.
So of course, Peter snitched when he learned that Emily and Sir Pentious tried to go to hell. He is sure that Sir Pentious would understand what he has done.
#yandere hazbin hotel#fanfic#au idea#writing prompt#fic prompt#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel au#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin heaven#hazbin hotel heaven#heaven hazbin hotel#hazbin sir pentious#sir pentious#hazbin hotel emily#emily hazbin hotel#saint peter hazbin#hazbin hotel saint peter#Out of character?#platonic yandere#platonic relationships#yandere#tw yandere#ask blog#ask away#answered#anon ask#ask me anything#send asks#ask#Snake In The Birdcage AU
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Request Rules and My Favorite Characters
I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these
Undertale AUs:
Classic
Swap
Fell
Nightmare
Dream
Ink
Error
Geno
Reaper
Fresh
Paperjam
Fellswap
Swapfell
Horror
G
Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)
Grillby AUs
Gaster AUs
Flowey AUs
FNaF DCA:
Sun
Moon
Eclipse
Bloodmoon
City of Blank:
Jericho
Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)
Rex
Black Butler:
(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)
Sebastian
Grell
Undertaker
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Gojo
Yuji
Maki
Geto
Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)
Sukuna
Toji
That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))
Hunter X Hunter:
I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age
Hisoka
Illumi
Chrollo
Demon Slayer:
(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)
Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)
Giyu
Shinobu
Rengoku
Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)
Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)
Uzui
Muzan
Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)
All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5
Enmu
Sabito
Senjuro
Dummy’s Dummy:
Paris
The Lalah twins
Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)
Ivan
The Toy Soldier
Creepypasta:
Slenderman
Splendorman
Offenderman
Jeff the Killer
Jane the Killer
Eyeless Jack
Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)
Candypop
Ticci Toby
Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)
Jason the Toymaker
Ben Drowned
Lost Silver
Zalgo
Evil
John Doe:
John Doe
House Hunted:
Maison
Yandere Simulator:
Yan-Chan
Rivals
Senpai
Gaster Gang:
Wingdings
Swap
Fell
Stars
Blindy
Swapfell
The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)
Welcome Home Wally AUs:
Wally Darling
Reboot Wally
Lovesick Wally
Watcher Wally
Rainbow Factory Wally
Opposite Wally
Other Wally AUs
Sally Face:
Sal/Sally Face
Larry
Ash
Trevor
Fran Bow:
Only platonic relationships
Fran Bow
Mr Midknight
Itward
Deltarune:
Kris
Ralsei
Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)
Ralsei
Jevil
The Amulet Series:
Trellis
Emily
Gabilan
Max
Misket
Riva
Leon
SCP:
(Too many to say, but to start with-)
The indestructible lizard
The plague doctor
SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"
The shy guy
"God"
Deal with the devil
A LOT more
Hazbin Hotel:
Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)
Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)
Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)
Vox
Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)
Velvette
Lucifer
Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )
Rosie
Lute
Lilith (Or my rendition of her)
Carmilla
Zestial (Or my rendition of him)
Sera
If you have headcanons to ask for but don’t have anything specific in mind, use some emojis:
🥰 Fluff
�� Angst
🔞 Smut (Smut will be kept private unless the asker wishes to share)
😎 Chaos
🤩 Reader has powers/magic
🥳 Birthday Ask
🤕 Injured Reader
🤒 Sick Reader
🙅 Platonic
🫀 Yandere
🪢 Soulmate AU
🏳️🌈 LGBTQ
🐣 Reader is a Child
😺 animal or animal-related reader
👾 IRL reader
⚙ Using SCP-914
❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/💜/🖤/🤍 Reader Has a Specific Soul Color
💀 Undertale
🌓 DCA
👤 City of Blank
🤵♂️ Black Butler
💀 Jujutsu Kaisen
🍀 Hunter X Hunter
🗡️ Demon Slayer
🪡 Dummy’s Dummy
🔪 Creepypasta
👁️ John Doe
🏚️ House Hunted
💘 Yandere Simulator
🕳️ Gaster Gang
🎨 Welcome Home Wally AUs
👻 Sally Face
👧 Fran Bow
⚜️ Deltarune
📿 Amulet
❓ SCP
😈 Hazbin Hotel
(Example: 🐣+😎+👤 would be ‘Young reader causing chaos in the City of Blank’)
✅✅✅:
Fluff
Suggestive ideas or themes
Platonic Child X Parental figure
OC X Character
Fandom Crossovers
Yanderes
Character X Pregnant!Reader
Homosexuality
Heterosexuality
Polyamory
Depression
Anxiety
Mental Illnesses
Black Lives Matter
Any and all religious beliefs are welcome, however I know very little about most religions, so please be gentle with me
Death
Dealing with death
Pain (physical or emotional)
Injuries
Traumatic accidents or happenings
Bad parenting
Memes
Vines
Puns
Commented ideas
Suggestive
Having characters avoid their cannon death
Nicknames for characters
Furry-related content
Trans reader
Gay reader
Lesbian reader
Bi reader
Pan reader
LGBTQ readers welcome
Readers and characters with different nationalities
Readers and characters with different skin tones
Readers and characters who speak other languages
Readers and characters who are different species
Readers and characters with disabilities
Readers and characters with autism
Readers and characters with mental abnormalities
Readers and characters with physical abnormalities
Readers and characters with physical ailments
Readers and characters with varying levels of intelligence
Readers and characters with trauma
Readers and characters with conditions like vitiligo
Readers and characters who need things like a cane, a wheelchair, or limb braces
Young reader
Pyrotechnics ❤️🔥
Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)
Age regression
Settings in different countries and continents
Truth or dare
❌❌❌:
Pedophillia
Necrophillia (Unless the person who is ‘dead’ becomes ‘the walking dead and can give permission’)
Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)
Sexual assault or r@p3
Homophobia
Transphobia
(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)
Rac*sm
Abuse of any kind, unless part of and/or needed for a backstory or something
Politics
Hate crimes
Alcoholism
Drugs
Human trafficking
Child abuse
Underage drinking
Death of major characters
Death of comfort characters
Slurs
Smut (Suggestive stuff is a yes but a no on smut. Sorry peeps)
This account is SPECIFICALLY for requests.
ALL OF THIS IS COMPLETELY FREE!
Most of these will be in headcannon form or incorrect quotes but feel free to ask for something different!
I often update this post so remember to check every once and awhile.
If you have questions or concerns, let me know!
Main blog:
#ask#main post#pinned post#rules#request rules#request board#send me asks#anons welcome#ask me#send me anons#blog rules#guidelines#undertale#undertale aus#fnaf dca#city of blank#black butler#JJK#jujutsu kaisen#hunter x hunter#demon slayer#dummy’s dummy#creepypasta#john doe game#john doe#house hunted#yandere simulator#gaster gang#sally face#fran bow
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Kanji's Masterpost
Welcome to my blog! you are free to ask anything as you can interact with your favorite charaters from these fandoms,more fandoms are to be added and pls read this Masterpost before requesting,
I am now Making a Ninjago X LMK Fanfic with my Oc's and @cupc4keu's OC
'do you Remamber when it was just Megapolis City,when the other realms where just story's,well That all changed the day the Merged Happend,there was no name for it back then it was all chaos the hero's arrived.....The Monkie Gang,They did all they could to stop it but it was to great...the realms where Merged making our world bigger,more confusing then it was before, our hero's lost.my family lost,and I lost my beloved.....but I can't lose hope I refused to'
"Viper c"Mon Lets goooo" Sora yelled
FANDOMS
MLP
Fright Krewe
Lego monkie kid
Ninjago + Dragons rising
ROTTMNT
The Bad Batch
My Hero Academia
Avatar the last Airbender
Hazbin hotel
Helluva boss
DC
YES AND NO'S
Yes
X reader (any gender or charaters
Headcanons
One-shots
Drables
Free therapy
SFW
Theories
more to be added.....
No's
Yandere
Smut
More to be added...
MASTERLIST
CHARATER LIST
THE HELLAVERSE
Charlie
Vaggie
Alastor
NIffty
Sir Pentious
Husk
Lucifer
Adam
Lute
Sera
Emily
Vox
Velvette
Blitz
MIllie & MoxIe
Lonna
Stolas
Octavia
Ozzie
Fizzaroil
Bee & Vortex
Verasika
THE LEGO CORNER
MK
Mei
Sun Wukong
Macaque
Sandy
PIgsy (platonic only for pig man)
Tang
Nezha
Syntax
Peng
Yellowtusk
Azure
Redson
Chang'e
Lloyd
Arin
Sora
Nya
Wyldfire
Cole
Geo
Zane
Kai
Rontu
Egalt
Jay
THE ANIME CORNER
Toph
Sokka
Katara
Aang
Zuko
Azula
Ty lee
Suki
Deku
Bakugo
Todoroki
Ochako
Tokoyami
Momo
Jirou
Mina
Denki
KIrishima
Shouji
Sero
Tsuyu
Shinsou
Aizawa
Present Mic
Hawks
Mirko
Midnight
THE BRONY CORNER
Twilight
Rainbow Dash
Apple jack
Rarity
Fluttershy
Pinkiepie
Celastia
Luna
Cadance & Shining
Starlight Glimmer
Sunset Shimmer
Zecora
(I worked very hard on this so y'all can under stand my limits pls consider following)
#lego monkie kid#lmk mei#lmk mk#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#hazbin hotel husk#vox hazbin hotel#angel dust#hazbin hotel x reader#dcu#ninjago x reader#rottmnt#helluva#mha x reader#mha
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last updated ; 04/04/24
listed below is everything that i have published on this account for hazbin hotel — characters are organised alphabetically by first name.
adam
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
smut hcs — general [here]
smut hcs — dominant male s/o [here]
alastor / the radio demon
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
hcs — having a gomez/morticia-esque dynamic with a fem!overlord s/o [here]
hcs — being caught off guard by his feelings for a transmasc reader [here]
hcs — saving an injured!fallen angel!reader [here]
hcs — shorter transmasc s/o who steals his clothes [here]
hcs — emo s/o [here]
yandere hcs — househusband + working s/o [here]
smut hcs — general [here]
smut hcs — helping his s/o ‘relax’ [here]
one shot — “the perfect gentleman” (nsfw)
angel dust
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
hcs — having an affectionate male s/o [here]
hcs — spanish speaking s/o [here]
hcs — emo s/o [here]
platonic hcs — having a verosika-mayday-like friend [here]
platonic hcs — lashing out at younger sibling figure [here]
platonic hcs — what type of older brother he’d be [here]
smut hcs — reacting to his s/o having intimate piercings [here]
carmilla carmine
one shot — ‘//title pending\\’ (nsfw)
charlie morningstar
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
hcs — verosika mayday!s/o [here]
smut hcs — thigh riding [here]
drabble — thigh riding + vaggie [here]
emily
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
husk
hcs — genderfluid s/o who acts like verosika mayday [here]
hcs — emo s/o [here]
lucifer morningstar
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
hcs — verosika mayday!s/o [here]
hcs — chubby s/o [here]
hcs — s/o from the ‘cult family’ [here]
hcs — transmasc s/o who steals his clothes because it gives them gender euphoria [here]
hcs — bonding with a hotel resident over a shared love of ducks [here]
yandere hcs — fallen angel s/o [here]
smut hcs — general [here]
smut hcs — being edged [here]
smut hcs — dominant male s/o [here]
lute
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
nifty
platonic hcs — simping over the same bad boy as her friend [here]
rosie
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
smut hcs — general [here]
sera
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
sir pentious
hcs — s/o who died in the 2000s [here]
vaggie
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
drabble — thigh riding + charlie [here]
velvette
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
vox
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
hcs — shorter transmasc s/o who steals his clothes [here]
zestial
hcs — being in a relationship [here]
hcs — butterfly demon s/o [here]
multi-character posts
platonic hcs — the vees (valentino / velvette / vox) with a reader who works alongside them as an equal [here]
poly hcs — yandere!alastor / yandere!angel / yandere!husk and a gender neutral s/o [here]
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Because my carrd does not look good on computer and I can't edit it, I decided to move it over to a regular Tumblr post.
About Me
Hello! My name is Pucca. I'm a 27 year old semi-literate roleplayer. I go by all the pronouns, but I would appriciate if you used she-her. Doesn't matter, though. I have 6 years of roleplay experience. English is not my first language, so bare with me please!
FNF MUSES:
Pico
Gf (Cherry)
Bf (Keith)
Sarvante
Ruv
Garcello
Mommy dearest
Daddy dearest
Tankman
Senpai
ENCANTO MUSES:
Isabela
Camilo
Mirabel
Julieta
Antonio
SCP MUSES:
Scp 049
Scp 035
Scp 999
Scp 079
Scp 2599
HAZBIN HOTEL MUSES:
Charlie Morningstar
Carmilla Carmine
Emily
Lucifer Morningstar
Rosie
Lilith (testing)
YANDERE SIMULATOR MUSES:
Kokona Haruka
Amai Odayaka
Musume Ronshaku
SPIDERMAN MUSES:
Miles Morales
Hobie Brown
OTHER MUSES:
Francis mosses, the milkman (that's not my neighbor) he has an ask blog, @ask-themilkman ! Please follow!
Louis (uglydolls)
Salad fingers
Rae Kim (but you seem fine)
Fade (valorant)
Lacey (Lacey's flash games) (HH AU)
Ali Abdul (Squid Game)
Jumin Han (Mystic Messanger)
Ayane shiun (porkchop 'n flatscreen)
OCS:
Kiera (SCP OC)
Akihiko (ALPHA MAFIA OC, no fandom)
Len (OMEGA OC, no fandom)
Amelia (CATGIRL OC, no fandom)
Markus Miller (papers please inspector oc)
Iriana (p⭐ oc) has a blog, @rcbbitpure , please follow 💗
RULES:
- if you have a password, I'll only send it in after we become mutuals to make sure you are interested in rping with me, so I don't just send the password while I only follow you 😅 but be sure that I do read the rules.
- I don't drop threads unless it's obvious that it's finished! Don't worry. If I'm not feeling a thread, I will let you know. I hate waiting for so long to just learn that it's not gonna be answered, it's a little annoying and I wish to be told sooner, so I do that. If I don't reply within a week I most likely forgot, so feel free to remind me! I am pretty active, so I will not be upset. In worst case, I'm not feeling it at the moment but that does not mean I dropped it! If I decide to drop it, I'll tell you!
- please do not reblog my open starters if we're not mutuals. You can like, I don't mind.
- I sadly have no bios up for all of my OCS yet, but I plan on making them very soon! If you are interested though please let me know. Also, I love OCS! So please feel free to send me asks by yours!
- personals, You can follow, I do not block, but I am not interested in rping with you, sorry. You can send anons and like my posts though!
- if I'm interacting with a person involved in drama, feel free to reach out to me with proofs! Because I probably didn't know. Please, do not block me because I'm interacting with someone problematic. I mean of course I can't tell you to not block me or not but I mean, if that is your ONLY reason. Please message. Make sure if I know or don't know the shit they did. If they are problematic I most likely will not interact with them.
- I don't do passwords, but you can let me know you read them by telling me if you are ok with pet names or not! I'm big on pet names, I often call people dear, honey, sweetie, babe. If you message me saying I'm good with them or not, this will let me know you read my rules AND let's me make sure I don't cross boundaries if you prefer not to be called pet names!
- no minors. This blog will cover triggering themes. Nsfw will be present. And although everything gets tagged accordingly, I don't want to open that scene to minors. So please even if you follow me, don't interact with me.
- rest are easy, do not follow if you are racist, homophobic, pedophile, a piece of shit basically.
Looking forward to interacting with all of you!
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