Another Perspective

Another perspective

Episode four

"Text: regular talking

'Text': regular thinking

"Text": Saiki talking telepathically

'Text': Saiki thinking

ATTENTION! You might want to rewatch episode four of The Disastrous Life of Saiki K before reading to fully understand the events.

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Summary: Episode 4 in L/N Y/N's perspective.

“To Mister Kusuo Saiki,

I am someone who knows you have psychic powers, but don’t worry. I intend to tell no one about you. I am writing this letter because I want to tell you that I am not your enemy and that I want to be your apprentice. To tell you the truth I also have unique abilities, it is because of those abilities that I came to know about you master.” -Y/N read to Saiki

“He’s already calling me master?” Saiki said confused. “Odd right?” Y/N agreed.

“I’ll come to greet you in person sometime soon.

-sincerely your faithful servant.”

“He’s gone from apprentice to servant. But the real news is there is another psychic out there.”

“I wonder what they’re like,” Y/N mused.

“I should figure out what he’s like before he shows up.” Saiki was clearly worried about this. “Let’s just stop for a moment, I’m sure he’s not too bad Kusuo. How about I go get some coffee jelly and all will be right again, how does that sound?” Y/N said trying to distract Saiki.

“Well sure. But I’m still going to use psychometry to figure this guy out first.” “Fine fine. I’ll be right back-” Y/N started to walk down the stairs but was interrupted by the door bell.

“Wow! Your house is really normal!” The new guy spoke to Saiki.

“This is too soon” both Saiki and Y/N thought.

“Ah sorry. Where are my mannors? My name is Reita Toritsuka. And it’s a pleasure to meet you master!”

‘Am I just gonna be ignored again, guess his manners don’t go very far.’ Y/N thought less than impressed.

“Let’s see, I’m 16 years old… Ah! But you know all that because you can read my mind.” Toritsuka continued.

“Anyway, feels like I know you! I’ve heard so much about you from people! Well from dead people, did I forget to mention that part.” He said bashfuly.

“See! I told you ghosts were real!” Y/N hit Saiki lightly as they teased.

“You can’t see spirits master?” Toritsuka asked.

“Not unless you’re one,” Saiki replied coldly.

“Oh good for you. I see about 15 right now.”

“Really? That sounds like a lot. What, are they having a party?”

“Nothing draws a crowd of spirits like a psychic. Their curious! There’s an old lady hanging out up in that corner there. And right next to you is a guy bouncing his bare butt. But forget about that! The reason I’m here is I want to be your apprentice!”

“Wait he’s doing what with his butt now?”

“Ya I feel weirded out, I’m leaving,” Y/N said walking around Toritsuka on the floor. ‘Oh no you’re not.’ Saiki communicated to Y/N before his bedroom door slammed on its own. Y/N just excepted their fate and started to lean on the side of Saiki’s chair.

“Don’t worry it’s totally harmless,” Toritsuka reassured. “Harms my peace of mind.”

“Oh looks like he’s gone now,” ‘Nope he’s rubbing his butt on his face’ Since Saiki made it so they could also hear Toritsuka’s thoughts, they didn’t know whether to snort at Saiki’s misfortune or move away from him.

“You know I hear your thoughts right?” “I’m sorry but I don’t really have any control over these guys,” Toritsuka admitted.

“You’re a psychic medium, can’t you just “begone!” or something?” Saiki replied unimpressed. “That, or can’t you just tell them to act respectfully is someone else’s home?” Y/N asked equally unimpressed.

“Ya well my abilities are pretty much limited to seeing ghosts. And talking to them.”

‘Ya! And why don’t you talk to them now?! Is he really that unconvincing?’ Y/N thought annoyed at being continuously ignored.

“I’ve had this gift since birth, when I was born into a temple.”

‘From birth? We’re the same in that manner’ Saiki thought.

“When I was little, I couldn’t tell the difference between people and ghosts. Then my beloved grandma told be, spirits can’t take on physical forms so that’s a good way to identify them. I was so relieved, I went to give her a hug, and that’s when I discovered… grandma was a ghost.”

“That’s dark,” Saiki replied.

“Ya, I was pretty bummed, but then grandpa came to cheer me up, except he was a ghost too. After that I started hugging people at random. A lot of people thought I was being creepy and gross, but really I-I was just trying to make sure they were alive.”

“That sketchy grin says otherwise,” “Agreed” Y/N said.

“When it comes to powers I really drew the short end of the stick, it’s more of a burden than a gift with no upsides.”

“That’s not true. By communicating with the dead, think of all the people you’d could bring closure to.” Saiki said, trying to be helpful.

“Ya but is there any way I can get rich off of it?” Toritsuka asked a little vindicated.

“Oh dear” “Ah, Gotcha.” Y/N and Saiki replied.

“When I heard about you from my ghost friends, I knew I had to meet you. He said there was a guy with all kinds of powers like telepathy, x-ray vision, teleportation, clairvoyance, and psychokinesis.”

“But you still cared more about the lady’s bath didn’t you,” Saiki frowned looking back on Toritsuka’s memory.

“Please Saiki, make me your apprentice and teach me your me how to do all of your tricks, I’m begging you!”

“Even if I could teach you these abilities, you’d just use them to do gross stuff right?”

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you because I respect you and also because you can read my mind and would know that I was lying. To be honest, I mostly just want to see through girl’s clothes and predict lottery numbers. Tell me is that so wrong?!”

“That was too honest,” “I mean maybe but I kinda respect that,” Y/N thought allowed, still a bit grossed out.

“I think clairvoyance could help me with peeping too. Plus I want to lift girl’s skirts with psychokinesis and teleportation…..” Toritsuka’s words faded out ask Saiki started to talk to Y/N

‘But these powers don’t work how they think. People’s voices flood into your head constantly. You see through things too well and can’t touch anything without gloves on.’

“You have no idea how hard it is. Being a psychic is suffering.” Saiki stated harshly.

“Uh! Guess I should be going now!”

“Don’t tell anyone about this okay?”

“But can I come and see you again?”

“Just get out of here alread-” Saiki paused while grabbing Toritsuka, his face then fell in shock.

“Uh master? Master? Is something wrong?”

“Well, I guess we’re both suffering.”

After Toritsuka left Saiki had to ask Y/N a question.

“Can I sleep over at your house tonight?,” Saiki asked still shaken up.

“Sure, whatever you want. I don’t mind preparing dinner for another person, let’s go.” Y/N replied placing a comforting hand on Saiki’s back.

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“Did you hear about the cool new transfer student from the class next door?” “Really?”

“Oo could you tell me about your guardian spirit is like?” “She looks like a noblewoman. And she’s stunningly beautiful, just like you are,” “oh stop it!” “Do me next!”

“Uh, Master!” Toritsuka lifted his head up at the noise and saw Saiki at the door.

‘Could this be anymore cliché?’ Saiki thought annoyed. ‘I hope not,’ Y/N replied. Saiki then grabbed Toritsuka and brought him to the bathroom.

“Hey. Change schools.” Saiki said harshly.

“Hold on a sec! Chill out. Why are you so upset? Didn’t I tell you I’ll be transferring to your school?” Toritsuka sounded scared.

“No.”

“I assumed you’d know, with you being a psychic,”

“Wrong.”

“Oh I get it. Are you worried I’m gonna tell people about your powers master?”

“First, quit calling me master.”

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

CRASH. Then Y/N could hear the toilet flushing.

‘Don’t worry, I could barely hear you from beyond the door,’ Y/N thought while walking beside Saiki ‘Good.’ Saiki replied.

“I feel like a kid who just got beaten up by the school bully on his first day. You know I don’t get why you’d rather hide your powers. If you showed off what you can do you’d get so much attention.”

“Ya that’s where it goes wrong, Kusuo gets enough of dealing with people just from me.” Y/N commented.

“I guess it’s kinda creepy to know someone’s peaking into your brain. Wait hold on. Forget brains, you can peak at other body parts too right? Wow. So that means you can see all the girls naked anytime that you want. Go my god! Oh?” Toritsuka then made a shocked blushing face as Teruhashi passed by.

“Wow. Who’s that beautiful angel that just glided past us?”

“That’s Teruhashi. She just walked by you for no reason whatsoever. You should thank her.” Saiki said a little amused.

“Did you see all the nooks and crannies on her body?! Come on give me some details here!”

“Please don’t be weird.” “Gross, man” Y/N and Saiki replied.

“Look there he is!” A group of girls then surrounded Toritsuka.

“You see guardian spirits right?” “Tell me about mine!” “Well Saiki, I guess just can make do with this.”

“Ladies ladies, I’ll get to all of you! One at a time!”

“Hey, so what is a guardian spirit?”

“Just like it sounds, a spirit that always watches over and protects you.”

“Cool! So can you tell me who mine is?”

“Your spirit, is a samurai! Who looks like he can really keep you safe.” “Wow!”

“Yours is a fancy lady from Europe or somewhere else with lots of blond people.” “Really?”

“Me next! Do me!” “Yours is, ah! Um, he’s like a bard maybe? Could be from France.” Toritsuka couldn’t hide his off put face. “Oh my!” “He might be in his mid-twenties. Has long hair, and he’s really handsome.” He was clearly terrible at lying.

“Hey! Tell me about mine” “ya, me too,” “no me first!” A group of boys asked Toritsuka.

“Alright ladies, who else wants to talk to me?”

“Hey what about us?!” Y/N doesn’t blame the guys for being curious, they were curious about theirs too but didn’t really want it ask.

“Uh let’s see now. Old dude, old hag, old hag, really old hag. Now yours is!”

“At least pretend to care!” Takahashi exclaimed.

“Ah!” “Have him check yours Hairo.” “No, I don’t have to.” “Oh man, your guardian spirit’s incredible. He’s an intensely passionate man. He plays tennis. He’s got boundless energy! I think that maybe his name is!”

“He’s not dead yet.” Saiki interjected.

“Guardian spirit? Sounds dumb. But still. Supposed it’d be rude not to hear you out. So tell me about mine or whatever, don’t care.”

‘He totally cares.’

“Your guardian spirit… oh wow, it’s kind of abnormal.”

‘Huh?! What does that mean? Is it some sort of demon? Or monster? Or dark spirit?’ “So what is it not that I care-”

“A chihuahua.” Toritsuka said bluntly.

“Chihuahua?! How dare he insult me like that! This guy’s a fraud!”

“Hey now what’s going on here a festival?”

“Now here’s someone abnormal.”

“New guy says he can see guardian spirits, but he lies!” Kaido said, still hurt.

“Oh cool! What’s that?”

“Now now, no pushing. Just wait your turn.”

“Hey! What’s my guardian spirit?”

‘Nendo’s guardian? Now that I’m curious about’ ‘same here’ Y/N thought.

“Okay, let’s see. Your is a politician” “what really?”

“Oh denied,” Saiki said and Y/N chuckled.

“Gotta say, I’m really happy I transferred to this school.” “Hey what’s my guardian spirit?” “I can already tell that I’m gonna have an awesome time here.” “What’s my guardian spirit?”

“Say Saiki, wanna hear about your guardian spirit Saiki?” “What’s my guardian spirit?”

“Me? I couldn’t care less, but tell him what his is because he’s getting really annoying.” “What’s my guardian spirit?” Nendo continued to whisper ask.

“AH JUST SHUT UP! I’VE TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW ME AROUND EVERYWHERE, I HATE YOU!”

“Woah, what got into you?” Toritsuka then suddenly hit Nendo with his bag. Perplexed when it hit Nendo, he grabbed his face.

“WHAT YOUR NOT A GHOST?!”

“HAHHAHAHAHHA” Y/N burst out laughing, clutching their sides at Toritsuka’s amazement.

“You really didn’t know?”

“But all this time he’s bene following us, you’ve never once acknowledged his presence, I thought you couldn’t see him!!!”

“Hey what was that all about?!”

“No way! ITS TRUE I SEE AN OLD HAG BEHIND HIM!”

“So it’s true, he really can’t tell the difference between the living and the dead. Psychic mediums sure have it rough,” Saiki commented.

“Hey Saiki theirs something I’ve got to show you. But you’ll have to touch me using your psychometry power, okay? I think when you see this, you’ll understand why I was so confused before.”

“Ooo touch me too, I wanna see!” Saiki then put his hand on Toritsuka’s shoulder and Y/N touched the back of Saiki’s hand.

“Is that?”

“Allow me to introduce my guardian spirit.” It just so happened to be Nendo’s dad…

“I’m sorry, you really do have it rough.”

“Now that’s some misfortune…” Y/N said while snickering.

“Why did you touch Saiki? Couldn’t you see my guardian spirit anyway?” Toritsuka asked Y/N.

“Huh? No, why do you say that?” Y/N asked confused.

“Hold on…” Toritsuka then put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“You’re real?!”

“Uh, ya? They’ve been here the whole time…”

“I genuinely thought they were your guardian spirit.” Toritsuka said to Saiki a little embarrassed.

“Well isn’t that quaint. Just think about that Kusuo, me watching over you your whole life. Not to far off from the truth now is it,” Y/N beamed. Saiki took a moment to think about this but didn’t respond.

“Sorry again about ignoring you…” Toritsuka said meekly.

“Oh don’t worry about it. You’ve provided me with some good entertainment today, just don’t keep doing it alright?” Y/N reached out their hand to shake Toritsuka’s.

“Sure” he smiled back.

“But quick question… are you a boy or a girl?”

Y/N chose to not let that get to them and just laughed.

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Y/N was watching as a girl was carrying a heavy box, they were waiting until she would either trip or have to take a break. Obviously they would have helped if she tripped but they had to get their entertainment from somewhere right?

However, just as the girl tripped, Hairo caught her.

“Woah. You okay? This is heavy, where you taking it?” “The teacher’s lounge.”

“But! First I want you to bring it this far. We can only get stronger by pushing past our own limits! Come on! Great job, don’t give up, keep going you can do it!”

“Good hustle” he replied when the girl gave him the box.

“Now it’s time to push myself. I’m gonna carry it the rest of the way while doing bunny hops!”

“Oh! Hairo’s hoping like a bunny” “we should hop along with him!” “We don’t have stuff to carry but we can pretend!” “Ya!”

“AAAAAA, IM COMING FOR YA TEACHERS LOUNGE!” Hairo screamed.

“Is all that really necessary? I know the last time I was near Hairo I found it entertaining but this is a little much” Y/N said to Saiki.

“As hard as he is on others, he’s harder on himself. I don’t hate him as a person, but the two of us probably wouldn’t mix very well.” Saiki commented back.

“Hey Saiki, L/N! Did you know that scientists say that the average person sweats about 300mls every night while they’re sleeping?”

“You’re telling me why?” ‘Why is this thought relevant’ Saiki replied and Y/N thought.

“Well the school’s sports day is coming up and I’m working on building the entry gate for it right now. Kudo was supposed to be helping but then he when and came down with a cold. Really it’s almost done, all we have to do is connect the arch to the pedestals. So if you would just give me a hand…” Hairo paused as he opened the door and saw that the arch was destroyed.

“PEDESTAL?! YOU WERE STANDING JUST FINE YESTERDAY! HEY! COME ON GET UP!”

“Pep-talks don’t work on pedestals. By the way, this is more than we can fix ourselves so I’m gonna go now” Saiki commented at Hairo’s hysteria. Y/N also tried to follow Saiki out of the room before Hairo spoke to them again.

“Saiki we can do this! If we work fast we’ll finish before the last train leaves!”

‘Give me a break’ Saiki thought.

“Oh I can’t stay. It’s my turn to make dinner for my family so I really should head home… I’m sorry I couldn’t stay Hairo.” Y/N only lied a little to Hairo, in truth they knew that sports day was a month away so they didn’t want to waste time helping Hairo.

“Oh! That’s fine I guess, you can help us with something else another day!” Hairo said back a little disappointed.

“You got it!” Y/N gave Hairo a smile and a thumbs up, then left Kusuo and Hairo to deal with the arch way.

Once Saiki was done with helping Hairo he stopped by Y/N’s house before going home.

“Oh hey Kusuo! I’m sorry it took so long…” Y/N said feeling a little guilty for leaving him.

“Ya him and me don’t mix. I’m gonna raid your fridge for sweets in exchange for you ditching me and leaving me alone with him.” Saiki said while walking to the kitchen.

“What?! Oh, fine. I guess that’s fair,” Y/N sighed.

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Y/N was reading on their sofa for most of the day. Their parents were at coworkers wedding so they left Y/N home alone. The day was leisurely and calm, maybe a little hot but that was nothing a fan couldn’t fix. Y/N briefly saw Nendo from outside their window headed to Saiki’s house but they didn’t worry about it and continued doing their thing.

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“What Minako dumped you?!” “Hey keep it down”

“So you’re signal again?” “Welcome back!”

Y/N could not help but over hear conversations about breakups and love life’s being on the rocks. And they noticed that the way Yumehara was starring Kusuo that her relationship probably wasn’t going well either…. that or she was a cheater, probably not best to think your classmate is like that but at least it’s an interesting dynamic.

“So this guy’s Takeru?” Saiki said while spying on the guy. “I guess so, he seems rather normal, he’s got friends and such… I don’t understand why Yumehara would-”

“Ah!” “Are you okay?” Takeru’s jaw got dislocated while he was laughing.

“Ya, I’m fine, my jaw just got dislocated sorry.” “No we’re sorry for making you laugh…”

“That really is a buzzkill.” Saiki said. “Sure, but I’m sure there is something about him that could keep Yumehara tied to him, right?” Y/N responded worriedly.

“Oh hey Takeru, how’s everything been going with your girlfriend lately?” “Great!”

“Nope. Wrong answer.” ‘Oh dear’ Y/N thought exasperated.

“He thinks this is going great?” Saiki asked generally while spying on Yumehara and Takeru.

“I mean if he’s that oblivious then maybe there’s no helping them. If you really wanna try to keep them together, give it a shot. Just tell me what happens later, I’ll have coffee jelly waiting at my house for you. See ya Kusuo,” Y/N could already tell that it was helpless but they also knew Saiki would tell them everything he tried to do to keep them together later.

In Y/N’s book if Kusuo failed at keeping them together, they would still get the story and they would be there to comfort Kusuo with coffee jelly later. A win, win really. So Y/N walked home alone and waited for Kusuo to come home and spill the beans about Yumehara and Takeru’s relationship.

Just before dinner Saiki finally showed up at the L/N residence.

“So? How’d it go?” Y/N asked. Saiki didn’t respond, he just sat next to Y/N on the couch and collapsed onto their shoulder.

“That bad huh?” Y/N asked while starting to play with the hairs on the back of Kusuo’s neck.

“Her like-ability scare for him was up to 95. She could have married him! But as soon as they went to Okonomiyaki for dinner she saw all the things that she hated about him. His like-ability shot down to 0 in an instant.” Kusuo complained as he got more comfortable leaning onto Y/N.

“Ouch. Well, how about you stay the night so we can watch movies and eat all the coffee jelly we want to take your mind off of things?” Y/N asked Kusuo as they started to massage his scalp.

“Sure. I’ll go grab the coffee jelly and you can pick the movie.” Saiki said while getting up.

“How about you go change out of your uniform first? It’s not really made to be relaxed in,” Y/N joked.

“Fine. But I’m taking one of my hoodies that your stole from me.” Saiki joked back.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting here,” Y/N said and smiled warmly as Saiki went up the stairs.

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Next episode

That Radio Show

Summary: In the absence of the radio demon listeners of hell find a new broadcast to enjoy

I know I haven’t updated in a while but I was really racking my brain for a good chapter four. Please let me know of any errors and if you enjoy it!

Chapter three

Chapter Four: A Princess Meets The King

“Ylsuoires erom esnesnon koot ew fi ffo retteb eb dirow eht t'ndluoW?”

As the song ended the sound of ocean waves was replaced by the sound of piano overlayed by static.

“Good afternoon by dear listeners,” you said with your usual electric static-y voice.

“It 12:00 pm here in Pentagram city, and thus it is peak listening hours for my lovely little station so I must make an announcement. I apologize, but your dear radio host will be taking the day off tomorrow.” You said keeping your voice level, since a confident tone tended to translate on the radio better because of the static.

“I know, I know, little old me doesn’t take days off often, but not to worry! I have the music lined up for tomorrow, all be it with a few adds here and there to replace some regular segments of chatter.”

“I am planning to take only one day of, but should things go ascue I will take an additional day off. So I hope to see you back on Wednesday, Thursday at the latest.”

“Of course I will still be here the rest of today so please call in, listen, and enjoy. And I will be making this announcement a couple more times today and posting on That Radio Show’s hellstagram page about my unfortunate absence. Well listeners, that’s it from me for now, our next song is another lovely request from Ms Velvet, coming up next is “Breezeblocks” by alt-J. Stay tuned!” With that the static ceased and the song started.

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Leaving your house was always a lengthy endeavor, you curse your skittish cautions nature as a doe. You stood beside your door, staring at yourself through the mirror while applying the last for your lipstick.

You wore a flowy white dress that allowed for full range of motion and milky pink dancing shoes, they were comfortable and are easy to run in should shit go down, with a bag in the same pink color.

Mentally you went through a check list.

Bag? Check.

Make up? Check.

Mirror? Check.

Wallet? Check.

Money? Check.

Pepper spray? Check.

And last but most important, your cane.

Your cane was the extremely modern microphone and microphone stand you used while broadcasting, it was heavy duty and was a good battering weapon should the need come, and it conducted electricity very well so it amplifies and complements your electric power splendidly.

With one last deep breath and check of your watch you left your home to catch a cab.

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Stepping out of the cab you were at the bottom of the hill, at the top, the Hazbin Hotel. Walking up the hill did little to calm your curiosity and anxieties. Now standing at the door, you brought out your mirror, making sure no makeup had smeared and your white hair was perfectly placed. Your red lipstick was the same as your well manicured nails and complemented your complexion, your teeth that were the same color as your milky pink shoes were sharp and perfectly straight. With one more deep breath to mask your nerves you closed your mirror with enough forced to break it, put it way and gave the front door a hearty nock. After a couple seconds of waiting you started to get fidgety, you brought your microphone closer to you, crossing your arms and looked at your nails, waiting for the door to open.

Hearing the door open made your face open in a sharp sinister smile. Before you could see who was at the door it was shut wish a slam. Needless to say you were surprised a bit offended, your ears twitched in annoyance, this spurred confidence in you. You knocked again.

This time you were tapping your foot and making eye contact with the door. Once the door opened again you stared back at the person opening it from behind the chain lock before they gave it another slam.

The normally even static that surrounded your presence raised and started to pop and tickle on your skin. You knocked agin.

“Dear I have little patience for your antics, and I have dry cleaning to pick up before 4:00 so I’d like this go faster than how it’s currently going,” you huffed, static and electricity threatening to attack the door.

The door opened again, slower, and more cautiously.

“Lovely,” you said with a sigh.

“Now I, would prefer a face to face conversation but if talking through a door is what is needed to talk to someone, so be it.”

Not giving you much room to breathe, the peach eyed person spoke up.

“What do you want,” the snippy person beyond the door barked out.

“Well dear, I have come to speak with Miss. Morningstar. I have come with business and expect to speak to someone about it.” You said gaining control over the static once again, twirling your cane.

“Oh, Vaggie! Is someone at the door?” Though muffled you could pick up someone talking from the other side of the door. This made your sharp smile return.

“No one important,” said the person turning around to meet the other person.

“No one important! Oh dear, does my presence strike a nerve?” You said teasingly but harsh. The person behind the door snapped their head towards you and their eye clearly showed anger.

“Let me see! Let me see!” Said the seemingly same cheery voice from earlier but now closer and more clearly. The door shut momentarily before opening wider with the absence of the chain lock. You made brief eye contact with the blond woman opening the door, then it again suddenly closed. This ticked you off.

“If I have come at an inopportune time, I can come back tomorrow but I wish not to waste any more of my time,” you said with static and electricity again surrounding you threateningly. Just as you were about to turn around and leave the door opened again, slower, timidity. The blond girl in front of you was bracing herself on the door, and the person who opened the door earlier was right behind her.

“Again, I am looking to speak with Miss. Morningstar. I have matters of business I need to speak to her about.” You said trying to keep your tone even and less annoyed.

“Oh! That’s me hi,” the blond woman said giving you a little wave.

“Lovely. I have come to inquire about your hotel here, you see your letter may have been charming but it left lots to the imagination. I wish to know more about you are planning to do with this hotel of yours.” You said finally retrieving a cooler demeanor.

“Oh! That I can do. But please explain to me really quickly, uh what letter,” Miss Morningstar said cautiously.

“Oh dear! Where are my manners, my mother would be rolling in her grave to know I haven’t introduced myself at the start of a conversation. I am the host of That Radio Show, you sent me a letter not to long ago-“

“OH YOUR THE PRINCESS OF RADIO,” the blond said excitedly cutting you off. You cringed a bit at the name.

“I do suppose some people call be that but that’s not my name, in fact I have no relation to hell’s king of radio, the radio demon. Hells I haven’t even been able to catch a broadcast. We shouldn’t even be compared. My name is Y/n, dear princess.”

“No need for all that formal stuff, just call me Charlie,” she said waving you off.

“Sure, now I would like to discuss related to our businesses. You see I would love to support you, hell I’d pay you to keep you as a sponsor, however I need to know more about your business. Tell me how exactly do you plan on redeeming sinners?” You said sharp grin returning to your face.

“We can discuss this inside, this might take a minute,” Charlie said cautiously.

“Very well then,” you said while walking past the girls and taking in the scenery.

The lobby was dark, red, and enveloping, with the exception of the bar, which was an erre green color and decorated intricately in bones.

“Now this is not what I was expecting, though I’m not sure what I expected exactly,” you said with a chuckle.

As you sat on the couch the girls sat across from you.

“So, tell me all about this place,” you said with a newly summoned pen and notepad in your hands.

“The whole goal is to rehabilitate sinners, to mold them into good people to be sent to heaven.” Charlie said with here bright smile.

“I’ve gotten that much, but how do you plan to do it? And what are the things that set that mold? What is a heaven bound sinner supposed to act like?” You hoped asking comprehensive questions would get you to learn about the meat and bones of this place.

“Well, we plan to teach our residents about heavenly values and try and implement it into everyday life. We have various bonding and self improvement activities throughout the day here.” Charlie seemed to light up at your questions and answered in a rushed voice. You jotted down as much as you could as she spoke but you weren’t too worried because your microphone was recording the conversation.

“I see, tell me, what activities do you do here, and how do they play a part in the development of your residents?” You said, duly noting that she didn’t answer your last question and she didn’t expand on “heavenly values”.

“Well…,” Charlie immediately sounded deflated.

“We hope that through our activities and daily effort the residents will start to change their path, and start their way on the path of riotousness,” you noticed she sounded unsure, way less confident than before.

“I am guessing there is not much more to this idea than that is there?” You said tossing your pen and notepad into the air letting them disappear midair.

“Uhm, well. We do already have a resident, a few staff members, and an overlord sponsor,” Charlie said meekly.

“Well I suppose there is not much to be expected when just starting out,” you said with a sigh.

“Well, I’ll just get to it. I wish to sponsor you, I don’t mean to have any steak to the money make here or drive your cause exactly, but I wish to support you. Letting guests stay here for free won’t generate money, and without money you can’t build on this place, you’ll be stuck with the shell that it is,” you said making eye contact with Charlie.

“Well, I’m not sure what you mean by that exactly,” Charlie said confused.

“In exchange for a room here I will pay you rent, utilities, anything you wish to charge for and I will continue to advertise your little hotel in my broadcasts. You see this hotel is closer to my office than my current home and truly, if redemption is possible down here of all places I wish to support that cause. I might just be getting sentimental, but I am sure every demon down here has family up there that they miss, that they hope everyday they won’t forget and if this place gives even a glimpse of hope they can see them again I want to give this place every chance it can get.” You said more serious than you thought.

“Wow really?! That means soooo much to me, thank you.” Charlie said excitedly, practically jumping in her chair.

“Before we have anything set in stone I would like to know of the residents here. Tell me about the staff and patrons of you could,” you said, smile becoming tought on your face.

“Okay! Obviously we have me, the owner. To my left is my girl friend Vaggie, she helps run and execute activities.,” she paused for a moment to scan her surroundings before pointing to the bar.

“Resting on the bar is Husker, our bar tender. We have a maid but she is probably running around catching bugs somewhere, she is short and is quick so look out for her. And last but not least is our sponsor Alastor, he-“ Charlie was cut off by a new voice suddenly speaking from behind you.

“Oh? You’re talking about me Charlie, only good things I hope.” The voice you heard was overlayed with static, just like yours, that didn’t seem good.

“Of course Alastor! We just got to you, I was just explaining the residents of the hotel to our, hopefully, new guest!” You could tell she was a little off put but still cheery. The person speaking behind you soon manifested beside Charlie, looking you straight in the eyes.

“This is Alastor, the radio demon, he is the host of the hotel,” said Charlie, in her usual upbeat way. Hearing that your face dropped and your ears stuck to your skull. All you could do was cover your mouth and mutter under your breath, “oohh, I fucked up.” You tried to gather your composure quickly.

“Huh, well. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you, now I wouldn’t be to sure about be being an official guest as of yet but I appreciate your enthusiasm dear,” you said trying to sound collected and to hide the usual static in your voice with your smile straining significantly.

“Alastor, this is THE princess of radio, she works as the host for That Radio Show! It’s the one playing all the time, it’s running right now. Isn’t that great!” Charlie said, obviously not noticing the tension in the room as it fell silent minus the gentle music coming from the radio on the bar.

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie! I’ve told you how I don’t exactly favor that name, and- you shouldn’t speak such high praise- my little broadcasts don’t even hold a candle to the radio demon’s, everyone with half a brain knows it,” you said talking a mile a minute.

Alastor looked at you inquisitively, his ever lasting smile darkening as he walked towards you.

“Well, it’s good to know the younger generation is still interested in good old radio. It’s good to finally put a face to the voice of the supposed princes,” Alastor said condescendingly while towering over you.

“You are a doe aren’t you? All the does I’ve seen down here have been so skittish they could barely leave their homes, good to see one is out in the world with such an important job,” he said with a hearty chuckle that you could tell was hiding something.

Alastor’s static was much stronger than yours, you could feel it tickle your skin from feet away, but him being this close to you was terrifying and you the static scratching and popping on your skin made it feel to real to move.

“I’ve never met another doe, let alone another deer, so I couldn’t confirm your sentiment,” you said trying to build your guard back up, your ears flinging to their normal position on your head.

“Well, you’re a curious thing, aren’t you? You will tell me your name won’t you? I’m starting to believe you’ll run away should I take my eyes off you! HA HA,” Alastor laughed in a way that made his words less serious but no where near a joke.

“It’s Y/n, I’m terribly grateful to finally meet my predecessor, I’m sure all of hell will be happy (or terrified) to hear of your return,” you said with a smile you tried to keep as relaxed as possible while holding out your hand for Alastor to shake.

Alastor stopped his theatrics for a moment staring down at you, you could tell the cogs in his head were turning and his response was on the tip of his tongue by the way the static surrounding him started to soften momentarily before it returned to normal and he took your hand.

“Alastor, quite a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure. It’s good to finally have some hearty competition again, I’ll be sure to catch one of your broadcasts when your are actually on the clock,” he said staring at you creepily, he held the handshake for what seemed to be forever.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure of it, and there’s so need to do such a thing, I bet my little show wouldn’t be of interest to you,” you said earnestly as Alastor gave one last tight squeeze of your hand before letting go.

“Oh how humble of you dear, radio must have changed during my seven year sabbatical, you’d be the best place to start to learn about modern radio broadcasting and I’m sure there is much to know,” Alastor said with his condescending and sarcastic voice, the static was starting to get overwhelming and just as you were feeling to urge to run away Charlie spoke up again.

“Now that you’ve met everyone Y/n, what do you think? What are your thoughts about becoming a resident?” Charlie’s voice helped break the tension a bit but returning to the conversation before hand had felt like she took the air from your lungs.

“Well, this place is lovely and I am sure I want to support this place. I can give you a call tomorrow to set an amount I will pay you to keep your sponsor. And as for becoming a resident, I’m not so sure about that. I have no desire to step on anyone’s toes here and I will be working for most of the day, everyday, so I wouldn’t be able to be as close to everyone in the hotel as you aim to be so I’m truly not sure,” you said cautiously while standing up timidly and grabbing you microphone tightly.

“Oh well, no worries then. Let me just give you my business card so you can give me a call later, I’ll be right back with that,” Charlie said brightly as she walked out of your sight and Vaggie was soon to follow.

“Well dear, I’m sure Charlie will be absolutely thrilled of you joined and I’d personally be interested in knowing more about my little junior,” Alastor said with another chuckle, you couldn’t exactly place his tone though.

Soon enough not quickly enough, Charlie ran back to you and gave you her business card.

“Thank you for stopping by Y/n, I hope to hear from you soon,” she said brightly as she gave you a light hug and sent you on your way. As you left and went to pick up your previously mentioned dry cleaning all you could think was…

How the hell did life come to this.

The One Who Ownes His Soul

Chapter one: The Time Before

Growing up in aristocracy on Earth, you had little choice in your company. Lets just say the 19th century wasn’t to kind to woman. Some rich old guy you never heard of wanted to court you but went to your parents first to arrange a marriage. You were non to pleased and ended up murdering him and yourself the first day you two were alone. That was the act that lended you in hell. However, in hell your life is better. You can choose your company and can kill any unwanted company or competition, one of your favorite parts about hell.

In hell instead of remaining bitter about being there, you again rose to aristocracy, alternatively you chose and made a soul binding contact with each member of your staff. They would give you their souls in return you give them a job at your manor, necessities, and certain luxuries within reason. Gaining so much staff quickly from people seeking shelter after exterminations your rise to aristocracy was smooth and rewarding. You were kind to your servants and even made friends with many of them throughout the years, they were loyal to you and you to them.

With the title of aristocrat you also gained the title of overlord. You became an overlord in 1837, not to many years after your death. Being an overlord for so long you watched many with the title come and go, the late nineteenth century and early twentieth centuries held the greatest memories of the pathetic revolving of overlords during that time, one rising just to be taken down by another. During this time you met one of the most influential demons of the century, Alastor. You and Alastor weren’t exactly fast friends at the start but you enjoyed his radio broadcasts for a very long time before you became cordial. Nothing much is to be said about any relationships you had with the overlords, none of them were really interesting or far too uncivilized to enjoy the things you did so you generally stayed out of the way of most overlords. However you weren’t afraid of stepping on an overlord’s shoes if they were getting too cocky.

You spent most of your time with other aristocrats even if their company wasn’t much better because a good amount of them were hell born and or completely out of touch with the rest of hell. It seems your manor was the only place in hell that held sane people that you could connect to without them wanting something from you.

At the end of every execution you rode out in your horse drone carriage looking for people to make deals with, usually his gained you a staff member or two every year. Your manor was a big family and you were their loving matriarch that kept everyone well fed and in their places. However this yearly rounding of new staff members ended in 2017 when you gained ownership of a certain soul.

In 2017, 5 minutes after the extermination ended your carriage headed out to find new staff members. You only just left your estate when you found a familiar face bloodied lying nearly dead next to your rose bushes. You screamed shrilly, the carriage halted. You burst through the carriage doors, almost falling in a rush to see if your eyes deceived you. They did not. Once you saw it was Alastor you yelled at your driver to help you get Alastor in your carriage. Swiftly you two picked up a groaning Alastor and sat him on your padded seat of your carriage. As you held Alastor up you told your driver to leave you two alone.

“Alastor is that you? What were you doing on this side of the pentagram? Are you okay?” You said flooding Alastor with questions.

“I was injured during the extermination….” he said hoarsely

“I know you have some…” he paused to wipe his mouth dripping with blood… “some healing magic at your disposal.”

So that’s why he sought you out. However your magic doesn’t work at the drop of a hat like you wished it did, to heal someone you needed their soul so you could mend it most effectively.

“Alastor…” you said with worry.

“I can help you but I don’t think you will like how.” You said hastily slightly shifting him or keep him awake.

“I don’t. care. how. Please, just help me,” Alastor said very shakily.

“Alastor to heal this many deep wounds I need your soul.” You paused. “In exchange for your soul I will heal you, do we have a deal?” You said reaching out your hand. Alastor took it quickly, with a bright gold light the deal was made and Alastor jolted like he had been shocked then passed out.

Healing your staff members was a routine thing, essentially more clumsy members that got burnt or scraped often, it didn’t normally take this much life out of you, but with the last bit of energy you had you opened the carriage door slightly and told the drive to take you back home, then closed the door sleepily before ultimately falling down on your seat completely knocked out.

Chapter 2: the contract

When you woke up it was an almost 20 hours later. Your closest staff members surrounded you with the addition of a face new to your household in the corner, Alastor. You sat up and started to stretch and the room erupted in laughter, tears, and sighs of relief. Your lady in waiting gave you a bear hug with tears in her eyes.

“We were all so worried about you!!!” She said passionately in your ear patting your hair.

“I’m sorry Marian, was I really out that long?” You asked worriedly.

“You out slept the new member, he woke up about 14 hours before ya. We were all worried this would be the last of ya,” your gardener said gruffly crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Look, I couldn’t leave him to die, I guess his injuries were more than I expected to handle but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” You said trying to bring comfort to your friends. As you finish your sentence the tall man in the corner approached you and sat on your bed, Marian letting go you was shocked by his boldness. You waved her off, you knew Alastor had something important to say.

“Well my dear, you pulled me out of quite the predicament.” He paused his ears pushing into his skull.

“My dear, I know you have just woken up, and how glad I am to see you’re okay but, I would like to discuss our contract as soon as possible.” Alastor said his signature smile straining a bit.

“I see, Sal please bring us some tea, the rest of you I am afraid I would like to discuss this matter privately.” You said authoritatively.

Everyone left the room except for you and Alastor, Marian pecking your hair before leaving.

You spoke first, “I am guessing you would like to know your role in my household.”

“Correct my dear,” Alastor said cautiously.

“Well I wish you to be my escort, to put it simply you will be by my side the majority of your time here. I will bring you to parties and such and all you need do is be friendly. Since you will be so close to be on a daily basis you will most likely be a head servant of sorts. After the servants become accustomed to your presence, what you say goes unless instructed otherwise by me or my lady in waiting.” You pause taking in his pondering reaction before continuing.

“You will be given the same privileges of my lady in waiting, a room close to mine, days off, and certain luxuries most other servants don’t get.” You snap your fingers and two contacts appear I front of you.

“You need not sign this contract now, I wish for you to read and mull this over for a couple of hours to see if this is what you want or if your would prefer a different role. With in the next few hours you may ask for revisions of this contract, but by midnight you will sign a contract.” Alastor grabs a contract and starts to read it, you grab the other and set it on your lap.

“In the meantime while you mull this over Sal, my head butler will be escorting you through my manor to get you accustomed to your surroundings and you may ask him to meet with me if you wish to discuss revisions or if you have questions about the role you will be taking.” As almost on queue Sal opens the door with a tray of tea and places it on your side table, handing one cup to you and one to Alastor.

“Sal, this is Alastor. You will be escorting him through the manor today, and should he wish to speak with be bring him to me immediately.”

“Yes your grace,” Sal said while bowing and stepping back slightly.

“Now… Do you have any questions for me at the moment dear Alastor?” you said putting a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at your touch, eyes widening a bit. He looked at you almost socked as radio static started to pop in your ears. You sighed and took your hand off him, “I’ll take that as a no, just don’t forget to speak to me to get that contract changed if need be, Sal you may escort him out.” you said trying to keep your composure. Alastor stood up, bowed slightly eyes still staring at the contract and left with Sal. As the door closed you sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. How in hell is this going to work out?

The Eros Lounge

Angeldust X male singer reader

Content warning: alcohol and foul language

I wanted to play around with another writing style, hope you like it!

For later reference, Angel calls reader “Caro” which means dear in Italian.

Song used: dopamine (version Française)

English version: dopamine —————————————————————————————————————

The Eros Lounge was made for lovers. The Eros bar celebrates all forms for relationships, QPR’s, sensual, sexual, romantic, toxic, addictive, and on occasion heartbroken ones. The Eros Lounge tends to any relationship it can, mainly to bring in as many customers as possible but to be fair this is hell, ‘love and let love’ as they say.

The Eros Lounge attracts all kinds of patrons and regulars, most were the run of the mill sinners looking for nice music and good atmosphere for date night, others were heartbroken souls looking for solace in sad music and people similar to them. What guest came really depended on the music that was playing.

Since the Eros Lounge was extremely new to the entertainment district we set up a hellstagram page announcing what music would be playing each day. The music on the schedule normally changes from day to day, ranging from electric pop to sad and comforting indie and on rare occasions country.

The songs played were in any language imaginable, again to drag in the most sinners as possible. There were many singers and dj’s on the lounge’s staff that only did songs in English but you specialized in songs in other languages, mainly love languages but you could never turn down a song that could give you more hours. French and Spanish were the primary languages you sang in though, and tonight you were booked for a mostly French and English set for electric pop night.

To be frank electric pop night tended to bring in Valentino’s group of goons whom you didn’t exactly like. The only one you could stand was Angeldust, he seemed respectful enough and knew how to move on the dance floor. To be even more blunt you found him attractive and was just waiting for a chance to be talk to him. Your set was actually on the lighter side tonight, maybe you could snag a dance with him.

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Your first song was later in the night so you decided to get a drink before hand to loosen some nerves. At the bar you saw Angel, shit he was cute. With your luck he turned around and made eye contract with you. Shit, you were probably staring like a creep, damn way to mess that up quickly.

Turning away from Angel you ordered your regular drink. … Gosh why did it take so long to make a damn cocktail. Once the bartender set your drink down you immediately started to nurse it and turn away from the bar, but before you could someone stopped you.

“Hey there caro, whacha got there, seems a little heavy for a timid boy like you.” You were socked to see Angel grabbing your arm and talking to you sweetly.

“Uh, it’s a, it’s a house special drink. It’s called electric sugar, made for electric pop nights, it’s my favorite.” You said obviously stumbling on your words, you could only hope to Asmodeus you weren’t blushing.

“Well it looks killer, I should order one later.” Angel said almost smugly looking at you after letting go of your arm.

Fuck it, might as well be bold. You sat right back down, this time on the seat next to Angel. “Let me order you one, I still have one more free drink on my tab to cash in.”

“Oh, are you a regular sugar?” He said in an extra sultry tone while placing a hand on your arm.

“You could put it that way, but not exactly. I work here, performers get two free drinks per shift.”

“Oh sweet thing, you don’t have to,” Angel said batting his eyes at you.

“I know, I don’t normally get two drinks anyways. I normally have one to chill off before getting on stage. But I might as well share the extra drink with the hottest boy on Pentagram city.” You tried to be as suave as he was being, not sure if it translated well but Angel was still smiling so that was a good sign. Just as Angel was going to say something the drink was placed right in between you two.

“Guess it’s too late to back out now,” Angel said with a smirk before taking a sip of the cocktail. Angel savored it for a moment then smacked his lips.

“Strong and fruity, you’ve got good taste caro,” Angel leaned in closer to you with that comment, damn he was mesmerizing.

“I-“ you were just about to say something but the damn bartender cut you off.

“You’re on in five,”

“Shit you’re right, can I talk to you later Angel?” You practically pleaded to him.

“Maybe. Show me some good charisma on stage and I’ll consider it,” Angel leaned in again speaking into your ear and squeezing your arm lightly. You nodded with a bright smile and ran off back stage to get ready.

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As you sat down in your dressing room chair the makeup girls started to work on you. You did your best to finish your drink as they put light foundation on your face and turned your mostly circular moles into hearts. At the same time the hair team was curling the ends of your wolf cut, flaring the pink ends out to frame your face.

Once hair and makeup was done, you changed into a romantic goth outfit, a red lacy blouse with fitted trousers and silver earrings, necklaces, and rings.

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You waited behind the velvet curtains with bated breath as last singer introduced you.

“Thank you dears for all your energy! Please let me lend over the mic to our French flower up next!” You didn’t really like the stage name and sometimes it could honestly make you puke when someone called you that but at least the gig is easy and the crowd was fed into your vibe.

You kept your head low through the announcement and as the curtain lifted you took in a deep breath while raising your head. The crowd cheered as you sauntered on stage, only hushing once the lights dimmed again and you grabbed the mic off its stand and you leaned on it for your starting pose.

Tu es tout ce que je veux,

tu es tout ce que je veux,

Je veux, je veux

Ma D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E

As the guitar was plucked you walked across the stage, swaying your hips, keeping the front grow entranced.

Le sommeil m'échappe au petit matin

Je t'ai dit à bientôt, mais c'est pas la fin

Bien perdu dans le confort

Tu me rends un peu folle,

et ça prend trop peu d'effort

As the music started to contort behind you, you reached out into the audience in an almost pleading way.

Tu sais mes secrets, même les bien cachés

J'avoue, tu me connais mieux que je m'connais

C'est bien chouette, mais j'ai pensé

Si toi, tu te barres, à quel point je changerais?

Bringing your arms back to yourself and your hands running across ribs, chest and sides to draw more attention to yourself and contorting emotions. And as quick as that moment of seeming ‘weakness’ came it left with the new phrase.

Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh

Ce beau monde est devenu bleu

Tu me contrôles avec très peu

Je te sens jusqu'au bout de mes doigts

As the phrase passed you brought one hand to trail up your body and stopped it high above your head and pointed into the crowed as the chorus came.

Tu es tout ce que je veux, mais rien dont j'ai besoin

Enfin,

j'déteste comment t'envahi ma tête

Du moment où je me réveille, avant que je m'endorme

Je veux ma D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E

You brought your hands to contort and contact around you due to the swell and rigidness of the sound surrounding you.

While you and the music were jumping you shouted.

“CRIEZ-LE ! Mon quoi ?!”

You turned the make to the audience and they shouted back just as hype.

“MA D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E”

And again

“MON QUOI?”

“MA D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E”

Everyone in the lounge was hopping, jumping as screeching to the music, never before has your audience been so hyped up. And you loved it.

Once again drawing attention to yourself your jumping stopped and your arms around yourself in a concealing hug while almost shackely walking to the opposite side of the stage with a glitching voice.

Chaque fois que je pense que j'suis en contrôle

Tu me sers un cocktail qui me rend folle

Bien perdu dans le confort

Est-ce que tu m'élèves ou rabaisse sans remords?

Moving fluidly across the stage you spot a certain demon in the crowd and make eye contact with him.

Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh

Ce beau monde est devenu bleu

Tu me contrôles avec très peu

Sentiment qui fait partie de moi

He sustained the eye contact as you pointed at him, your once fluid motions becoming stiff as the chorus came back.

Tu es tout ce que je veux, mais rien dont j'ai besoin

Enfin,

j'déteste comment t'envahi ma tête

Du moment où je me réveille, avant que je m'endorme

Je veux ma D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E

As the chorus serged through the lounge the energy resumed and peaked, loud stomping from jumps and the shouting of lyrics is all you could hear as you jumped and sang with the crowd.

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-d-da-da-da

“JE VEUX?!”

“MA D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E”

This late in the song you and your he crowd were shouting together, the call and response moving through your audience perfectly, the mic towards you at your call and towards the crowd in the response.

Ignoring the non lyrics you finished out the song with the continued call and response, keeping the crowd hyped.

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-d-da-da-da

"JE VEUX?!"

"MA D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E"

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-d-da-da-da

"JE VEUX?!"

"MA D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E"

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-d-da-da-da

"JE VEUX?!"

"MAD-O-P-A-M-I-N-E"

Tu es tout ce que je veux, tout ce que je veux

Ma D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E

After the ending line you stopped singing and flowed with the music until it’s close. Once you and the music freezes the crowd cheered and roared, it took you to notice but even Angeldust was clapping and whistling.

“Thank you all!” You panted into the microphone, boy that jumping and screaming started to do a number on you.

“You were all lovely, I hope you can be just as a perfect audience for our next singer as you were for me, here’s Silver with Heavy Metal Lover!” With your act finally over you placed the microphone back on its stand and walked off stage to find Angel.

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Lucky for you he was also looking for you.

“Look at you caro, you clean up well,” he teased with a grin.

“I’m guessing I had enough charisma for you to entertain?” You said playfully.

“I guess so,” he giggled. “I’ve had a few drinks so let me talk your ear off until your next song, that good with you sweet thing.” Angel said.

“More than, just let me get a water to cool off and I’m all yours.”

Request info

Requests: open

Feel free to ask for continuations of one shots or to go more in depth for head cannons.

Fandoms I will write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Haikyuu

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

Genshin Impact

Black Butler

Ouran High School Host Club

Soul Eater

My Hero Academia

Will write:

Character x character

Reader x character

Masc reader

Fem reader

Gn reader

Head canons

Angst

Fluff

Smut (probably won’t write unless requested)

Hurt/no comfort

Lyric fics

Romantic relationships

Platonic relationships

Won’t write:

Kinks that deal with bile (vomit, urine, etc)

Incest

Good rule of thumb, if most content creators will not write it, I most likely won’t either, just ask and if it is a no the ask will either be ignored or modified when I write it.

*I will add more to this list if I have to*

Nicknames

Overlord Husk X bartender reader

One quirk about Husk that was easy to pick up on was that he almost never called anyone by their names. Name from earth, name gained in hell, it didn’t matter, he didn’t use it. Husk was in the habit of using nicknames for most people, especially with the souls he owned.

Some were okay nicknames others were deceptive or plainly rude. No one had a say in what he called you. He normally would call his workers something plain until he could come up with an “appropriate” name. A few of the best ones being Pumpkin, the hell hound bouncer who smashed a pumpkin on a rowdy patron’s head one Halloween and Cherry, the cannibal janitor who you hoped was named after her red lipstick and not her consistently stained red hands. Like most other people that Husk named, you were named after a specific quality of yours, he called you “the peace maker” or his “prize”.

However, unlike most nicknames given in the casino, your coworkers were the ones to start calling you that, not Husk.

Working in the restaurant industry for most of your life, unlike other workers who were forced into the customer service life after making a deal with Husk, made you “more professional” when dealing with unruly guests. For the most part you were quiet while bartending, best not poke the flames of a drunk in your opinion, but whenever someone got to be to much waiters, dealers, and even guests would call on “the peace maker” to sort it out. You had a hypnotism power which made guests more malleable when angry. You didn’t have to use the ability very often, most angry guests wouldn’t be so uppity after being in your intimidating convincing presence.

Husk never really noticed you or your abilities before that one fateful night in the casino while he was gamboling with someone who was getting agitated with his devastating losing streak.

“Hey boss,” the dealer said meekly.

“What, can’t you see we are in the middle of something, just deal the next game before this guy blows his top,” Husk said gruffly while briefly pointing to the guy opposite him.

“May I just speak with a coworker for like twenty seconds before we start the game, it’s urgent,” the dealer said, pulling at her caller.

“Fine be quick ‘bout it, I’m gonna’ get a drink,” Husk stated while turning on his stool then getting up slowly, while still being in earshot of the dealer.

“Hey! Hey Bill!,” the dealer whisper yelled to a near by waiter.

“Tell the peace maker that we have a code A.L. Streak with the boss, tell them to keep an eye on the table.” these words peaked Husk’s interest as he was walking away, he recognized the code but not the name.

“Who the hell is that,” he said under his breath while waking to the bar. Once he got there the line immediately parted for him.

“Whiskey on the rocks, you know the smoked one I like don’t you sweetheart,” Husk said to you leaning on the bar. You nodded and turned around on your tip toes to reach the whiskey on one of higher shelves. You sat the bottle down on the counter then grabbed a rocks glass and put a ball of ice in the glass in a rhythmic fashion matching the jazz ringing through the casino. You just started to pour the amber liquid in the rocks glass when Bill got your attention, dragging your eyes from the glass to the mousy demon talking to you.

“Hey!,” Bill whisper yelled from the opposite side of the bar from Husk as you put the bottle down in the middle of your task.

“There is an angry guest on a losing streak gambling with the boss, table eight, keep an eye out, thanks,” Bill said his words quickly and left even quicker, not noticing Husker. You noticed how Husk’s ears flicked when Bill talked out of the corner of your eye, when he left you made quick eye contact with Husk before finishing your task and quickly putting the glass in his hand, nodding in a slight bow, then making eye contact with the next guest.

Husk walked back to his table with a smile on his face while sipping his whiskey. So it seems he had meet “the peace maker”, perhaps the name would stick.

Once Husk got closer to his table he could hear the angry guest mumbling, barely under his breath about how disrespectful the staff was, keeping such an “esteemed guest” waiting and the dealer tapping her foot in-tandem. Husk rolled his eyes as he sat down.

“Start the game Dimples, let’s get this over with.” Husk said with his continued confidence from the previous games. The guest hissed and continued to mumble as his cards were dealt.

The line at the bar was long so you were more preoccupied than you would want to be when there is a guest you need to keep an eye on, so you tried to keep an ear out for raised voices. Your brain was filled to the brim, anymore turmoil and the people would be able to sense your unease, but you tried hard to keep your movements quick and fluid and your ears open for any disturbances in the atmosphere.

When you were getting to the last people, there was just a few regulars surrounding the bar, no longer in a line when you started to hear Husk huffing, implying an eye roll. You didn’t stop make the cocktail for demoness on the far right bar stool but slowed down considerably, trying hard to catch bits of their conversation. The dealer was trying to calm down the angry man and he was getting more and more loudly agitated. You finished the cocktail quickly, putting it on the bar and wiping your hands.

“Hey, I have to deal with a guest, I’ll set a pen and some paper on the bar for you guys to write your orders while I’m gone. It wouldn’t be long,” you rushed your limbs to move, the guest got a little to out of hand for your liking. Since there was no immediate protest from the regulars you did what you said and headed over to table eight. As you got closer to the table the dealer, Dimples, started to relax, seeing you come up. The guest was starting to draw attention, so you quickened your passe to catch his attention.

“Good evening sir,” you said, interrupting the guest as he was about to start shouting. He looked at you still fulled with fury and apparently alcohol that you could smell off his breath. You stepped in between him and Husk trying to block his view of him.

“Tell me sir, what’s all the ruckus about?” You said in a collected tone trying to start to cool him off.

“Your dealers a cheat! That’s what!” The man said folding his arms like a toddler and standing up threading to stick his nose in your face.

“I apologize that you feel this is so, however, tell me, have you won any games tonight?” You said stepping back and putting your hands up in a surrendering manner.

“Of course I have!” The man slurred proudly. “I won most of my games until I sat down here with this bitch of a dealer.” His tone was cocky and sharp.

“Oh I see, well congratulations sir, tell me how many games have you played here tonight?” You said, with a smile and a small clap. This calmed him down quite a bit and he sat back down.

“I- I’ve won twenty out of my thirty games here” he said proudly through hiccups.

“Oh my, I bet you’ve had quite the time, well I think it’s time you cash in your winnings sir,” you said leaning in to him with a hand on the table tapping your nails rhythmically. Your pupils turned from circles to spirals and they moved gracefully, putting the man in front of you in a trance.

“Oh I guess I, I have, haven’t I? That, that sounds good. I should, I’ll finish this game and go home,” the man said through sniffles and hiccups.

“Very well then, I’ll over see this game till the end and find you, our special guest an escort out, how does that sound sugar,” your voice dripped with honey and your eyes’ spirals picked up speed. All the man could do was stare into your eyes and nod.

“Lovely,” you said, your voice dripping with venom. You moved from his side to the dealer’s, without breaking eye contact with the guest, his eyes following yours.

Once you broke eye contact the game was back on. For the most part the game went on without a hitch, only threatening stares between the players here and there. Once the game was done, you found Pumpkin to escort the guest out. Once that was sorted you ran back to the bar to fulfill orders and manage the small build up of guests. This left just Husker and Dimples at the table.

“So, that’s the so called peace maker huh?” Husk said leaning onto the table.

“Huh?! Oh ya! They have a way with guests, they are the holy grail when on shift. And- the regulars at the bar seem to like them,” Dimples said breathless and quite scared.

“I see, well you did pretty okay Dimples, remember to tell Pumpkin about that guys future alcohol limit. A bitch doesn’t get a pass just cause he’s tipsy,” Husk said getting up and grabbing his glass. Husk walked over to the bar, his tail swishing lightly as he walked. When you noticed Husker walking over to you, everyone at the bar had been served, and you finally thought you could catch a break.

“So you’re my so called peace maker,” Husk said gruffly waking behind the bar.

“So that nickname has made its way to you. Here’s your check miss,” you said finishing your last request before turning to meet Husk’s eyes.

“I was wondering why my managers were fighting tooth and nail for you on their shifts.” Husk said leaning against the shelves behind you. You grabbed a glass and started to wipe it down.

“Ya, the weekend shifts normally have the most drunks and it’s most convenient for me. When I told Benji I wanted weekend shifts he tackled me in excitement,” you smiled recalling the memory.

“Then I guess I should spend more time here on the weekends, can’t have my newly found prized possession being lonely,” Husk said in almost a whisper.

“What?” You said flushed, whipping your head to meet Husk’s gaze.

“Well, my prize, your ability has peaked my interest in you. I just need to know all the ways you can use that ability of yours.” Husk said bringing his muzzle close to your ear.

“Well, thank you boss.” You said still flushed, your mind and your eyes wondering.

“How about you close the bar thirty minutes early and meet me in my office. I’d like to see all of your abilities myself,” Husk said close enough to smell the expensive alcohol on his breath.

“Yes boss, I can do that.”

“Good, I’ll see you then,” Husk said walking off into the expanse of the glowing casino.