Makarov Hunting An/a (enemy? Long Assassin?) Reader Who Doesnt Really Want To Work With Him- Reader Knows

makarov hunting an/a (enemy? long assassin?) reader who doesn’t really want to work with him- reader knows their stuff, erasing tracks, setting up traps, etc- its a game

призрак Cw: canon-typical death, murder, assassination, mercenary, blood, tell me if I missed any.

You were a ghost —призрак in his mother-tongue. Appearing whenever you wanted and disappearing before anyone could find you, a phantom in the business of assassination, a killer without too high of a price. He’s watched the aftermath of your handiwork, the shows you played and the kills you made, they were a masterpiece he wanted to witness, to utilise for his goals. Even from the darkness of his solitary cell, locked away in the Gulag - the Zorgaya prison complex - he kept hearing about your endeavours.

You interest him, your brought out a certain excitement, made adrenaline pump in his blood, when you were first brought up. You were the a ghost - a wraith - that haunted the world, killing off men and women for the right number. You were a killer for hire, one of the best in the industry that even he - Vladimir Makarov - had attempted to recruit, to tie you down to his name and fame, to have you work for his purpose. Permanently.

But you were a slippery one, escaping whatever trap he carefully laid out for you, falling through his fingers, finding the smallest crack - mistake - in his plan that he once thought was full-proof. You were smart, feisty and skillful, able to see through his carefully crafted words for a hire, pushing past the firewall of his mind and planting a virus, corrupting his original purpose, rooting yourself into his sick mind. This feeling, the way his heart rammed against his rib when you sent a warning shot, or when you escaped from his grasp, this wasn’t love —no, he was a being detached from such frivolous affairs. He didn’t love. He couldn’t with his cold, dead heart. This was an obsession, Makarov obsessed over things, he knit picked, he stole and took apart.

Makarov was a being whose conscious transcended the likes of capitalist westerners who’ve corrupted his motherland, small-minded and parasitic politician who made the Soviet Union crumble to dust; whose forgone the primal needs that made humanity weak —vulnerable; Vladimir Makarov was better than any man.

That’s where stemmed his obsession with you, the need to hunt you down. You portrayed yourself as a being higher than him. A better strategist and killer than him. It went from word of mouth to ear, Makarov heard from the other guards and new inmate speak of you, you achievements, the spike in your demands and the people who were ready to give you an arm and leg to pay for your service. Powerful men and women routing you an undisclosed amount of money to kill of someone, to have them assassinated in their own bedroom, to be drowned in their own bathtub or to be poisoned by their own wine.

He had Konni keep a track on your work while he waited for the right time to be freed, jumping back to work once he landed in Russia. He took it on himself to follow your steps, he had a hand in every sector of the underworld, dabbing in everything to keep his hold over the world. He couldn’t find anything about you, neither your past nor your character, you were nameless and faceless, the hooded mask obscuring your face from the world. Makarov’s best couldn’t even track you through cameras and find your deposit account, it seemed as though you had a team of your own, working in the dark to keep your and their livelihood going.

You evaded his traps, able to figure out which deals were made by him as a ploy to catch you, to find the ghost that haunted his mind. You were a disease, a parasite that unknowingly clung to him. You knew him, the messages he received through the grapevines, taunting remarks and threats that made him see red. You were too skillful, erasing your steps, making it seem as if you were never there in the first place, uninvolved with it, but the world knew who committed the crime. This was a game - or so he liked to think - of cat and mouse, he preferred being the cat, the dangerous and cunning feline who stalked the small mouse, he had to swallow his pride and confess that he played the mouse as often as he played the cat, being hunted and narrowly escaping because you let him.

But this, this meeting was a surprise, to see his призрак stand before him, tempted by the proposition he had to offer you —without any underlying meaning or hidden thoughts.

“мы наконец встретились, Призрак.” (We finally meet, ghost.)

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What's it lime being best friends with the slashers? The friendship could've happened before some of the slashers went all murdery or after :]

Being Best Friends with the Slashers:

Thomas Hewitt

You have been friends since childhood. You had met in school, you had been the only one to approach him with any kind words. He was the primary victim of bullying in school but you gave him a chance and met the sweet kid that he truly was.

It's the two of you against the world. Ever since your first meeting in school, it's been the two of you. The bullies soon started bullying you as well, for being friends with Thomas, but you never seemed to mind too much. As long as you and Tommy had each other, you would get through anything. It wasn't long before Thomas started growing, quickly becoming the biggest kid in school and therefore the most intimidating. If anyone dared to say a bad word about you, they'd get an intimidating glare from Thomas and soon back off. But he always believed that it was him who needed you more than you needed him, you were his rock.

You are an unofficial Hewitt. You met the family during the later years of school, when you're parents let you walk home alone and you could go to your friend's house. Luda May loved you and treated you as her own, Hoyt and Monty were more neutral but admittedly it was nice that Thomas had somebody outside of the family. Luda May tells you pretty consistently that you are family.

You're offered a place in their home if you don't want to leave town. Once you're adults, you don't lose touch or grow apart. It's still the two of you against the world. So, when everyone starts leaving the dying town, the Hewitts offer you a place in their home. If you accept the offer, you might as well change your name to Hewitt because you definitely are one.

If you did leave town with the others, you come back to see Thomas and are welcomed back with open arms. While it would hurt, Thomas would understand if you left town when everyone else did, wanting you to have a good life. He's more surprised when you end up on their doorstep, coming to visit them. The whole family accept you back with open arms, especially Thomas (who is absolutely overjoyed to see you again), and if you want to stay this time, Luda May still has your room ready for you.

Michael Myers

You were his only real friend in childhood. He was a pretty quiet kid, nothing too alarming but quiet. Still, you wormed your way into his life until you were actually his friend and he liked having you around. You shared your sweets and toys with him, you told him silly jokes and stories. It was nice to have a friend like you. Then...that one Halloween came around and you watched your best friend be taken away, dressed in the costume you helped him pick and splattered with blood.

Once you were old enough, you began visiting him in Smiths Grove. Of course, your parents never allowed you to visit but once you were old enough to make that decision yourself, you would visit regularly. Michael remembered you, his only friend, and recognised you instantly despite how much you changed. However, you're surprised by how much he changed. Still, he was quiet, silent as you rambled on nervously. After your first meeting didn't go particularly well, staff assumed you wouldn't show your face again, but you visited once a week, your visits then becoming even more frequent. Going to see him whenever you could, falling into a more comfortable companionship.

You're the only person he trusts and Dr Loomis is fascinated by it. Loomis nearly scoffed at you when you first came to visit, nearly laughed at you when you got no response from the stoic man. But you didn't give up easy and every time you came back, the more comfortable Michael seemed to become, until he was communicating with you. Not necessarily talking, but communicating. The doctor couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was like a miracle.

Once he escapes, he comes to you for refuge. You're woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of somebody in your house, you're afraid until you see it's Michael. Just your friend, Michael Myers. It's the first time you hug him since you were kids, since Smiths Grove wouldn't allow that. Michael was tense at first but slowly relaxed into your embrace, not hugging you back but relaxing substantially. At some point, Dr Loomis does show up at your door, believing Michael might seek you out, but you play dumb, telling him that you haven't seen him but you heard about his escaped and hoped he was alright. That just confirms to Michael that he can trust you, just like he could when you were kids.

Jason Voorhees

You were his only friend at camp, always so kind to him. The first day at camp, you had come to his rescue, cutely scolding the other kids and befriending Jason. You didn't care about the way he looked, you didn't ask 'what was wrong with him', you just accepted him as he was and absolutely made his summer. The two of you quickly became close, practically attached at the hip, but you couldn't always be there for him...and you couldn't be there for him on that one faithful day by the lake. You had heard the commotion too late, when you were searching for Jason, and by the time you had reached the end of the dock, it was too late. You called for the camp counsellors, searched wildly for them, tears streaming down your face. You never returned to the camp after that summer.

You never forgot him, visiting the camp after it shut down to pay your respects by the lake. Once the camp shut down, your parents agreed to take you to the camp to say goodbye to your friend. When you became old enough to go by yourself, you did, every year on the anniversary of his death.

His mother loves you. Ever since you became his friend, she was fond of you. After his death, seeing you come to the camp every year, it warmed her heart and was glad somebody cared for her son as much as she did.

He'll gather up the courage to approach you eventually. It's been a couple of years of Jason watching from the treeline as you visit the lake, often with flowers and kind words. Of course, he remembered you. Every time he saw you, he wanted to approach you, to pull you into a hug, his one friend...but he was worried you would be afraid, he wouldn't blame you. But he swore to himself that would eventually gather up the courage to approach you and reunite.

Brahms Heelshire

You were childhood best friends. Your families knew each other and they would often take you to the Heelshire manner with them. So, you and Brahms spent a lot of time together and became close friends. Then there was the fire and you stopped going to the Heelshire manner. You were both still young and your parents decided against telling you the full story, all you knew was that you didn't see Brahms again and you missed him.

When you're older, you visit the Heelshires and they eventually let you in on their secret. They're pleasantly surprised to see you but are hesitant to let you in at first. But they do, and the three of you catch you, you apologise for their loss (your parents telling you about Brahms' death once you got a little older) and confess that you still miss Brahms. Obviously, the speak with him and he wants to see you. They're hesitant at first but can't say no to their son, so they let you know the truth about what happened.

You're not leaving, but you don't really want too. When Brahms pleads with you to not leave him alone, to not leave him again, you can't say no. Your best friend was alive and standing right in front of you, you didn't plan on leaving him again anytime soon. And the Heelshires welcome you into their home.

The Heelshires are content leaving their son with you. His parents are still set on the idea of leaving for good, unable to live with the secrets they had to keep all these years, but they trust that you will take care of him as the friend you are. They leave their son a note, but they also leave you one, explaining everything, apologising, and pleading that you look after Brahms. He's your best friend, you're the only person he has, of course you'll look after him.

Bo Sinclair

You became the only person in Ambrose that he completely trusted. Bo never made friends easily, despite his natural charm his anger could get the better of him, but you didn't let it bother you. You were persistent and were soon calling him your friend. He didn't trust anyone, couldn't rely on his parents, couldn't share those feelings with his brothers, but he had you. You listened, you understood. And he became pretty protective over you, being his only friend. He's selfish and you're his friend, he wouldn't let anyone change that. Despite the two of you being so close, you never get invited to his house but after hearing some stories and the origin behind his scars, you understand why.

Your family likely doesn't approve of your friendship. Bo doesn't exactly have a good reputation and everyone freely lets you know that they think he's a bad influence on you. You don't care though, Bo is your best friend and you know him better than anyone, probably even his parents or brothers.

Pretended that leaving didn't bother him but he had never been so angry. When the three brothers were taken from Ambrose after their parents' death, you were heartbroken. Bo was cold about it when he told you, like he didn't care, but you knew him better than that. Even when you embraced him, telling him that you'll miss him, he just mumbles a 'yeah' before leaving you alone in Ambrose. Despite his coldness, he's hurt. He didn't care for Ambrose or its residents but he would miss you, you were his friend.

Tries to act unbothered when you return to Ambrose but he couldn't even put into words how happy he was to see you. He is beyond surprised when you return to the run down town when you're both adults. He recognised you almost instantly adn you recognised him, a bright smile breaking out over your face. He hadn't changed all that much, greeting you in a charmingly sarcastic and teasing way, but you didn't care. After he left, you couldn't get him out of your mind, where he had ended up, how he was, if he was still with his brothers. You never really expected him to end up back in Ambrose but here he was and you couldn't contain your excitement over seeing your best friend from so many years ago.

Vincent Sinclair

You are his only friend, practically family in his eyes. Vincent never really had friends outside of his family, he had his brothers and his parents, but his mother kept him pretty sheltered and other kids tended to shy away from him because of his appearance. But you were different, you decided that you wanted to be his friend and nothing was going to stop you. Ever since then, the two of you had been the best of friends. Admittedly, it took Vincent some time to come out of his shell but he got there eventually and you were a surprisingly patient kid.

Teaches you everything his mother taught him. You once complimented his mask with sincerity rather than mockery and that inspired Vincent to show you how his mother made it. And so you were let in on all the family secrets of working with wax.

Heartbroken when he had to leave Ambrose for so many reasons. His parents had died, he was being torn away from him home, taken away from his best friend, he just hoped he would get to remain with his brothers. He had told you what was happening with tears in his eyes, embracing you rightly before having to leave.

Extremely anxious but also delighted when you return to Ambrose. He recognised you almost instantly, even after all these years your kindness and friendship went unmatched. He was nervous about you discovering what the brothers had become but more than anything, he was thrilled to see you again. He had always wondered what had happened to you, where you had gone after Ambrose, always hoped you were well.

Lester Sinclair

You were the one person he could always go to. His parents often had their hands full with the twins, always making him feel a little left behind, but he had you. You were always there to listen to him, to make him laugh, you were undeniably his best friend. Lester would get genuinely excited to see you, to know he gets to spend the day with you, to feel like a number one priority from time to time. The friendship isn't one-sided at all, though. Lester is always there for you, no matter what.

The two of you would always get into trouble. The two of you loved to wander around outside of town, often coming home dirty but more than happy. The two of you could always find something to entertain yourselves, you could have fun inside an empty room. It was like a gift you both had.

Had to be pried away from you when they left Ambrose. He was a little younger than his brothers, maybe that's why he was so emotional, or maybe he would just miss his best friend. Either way, the two of you had been crying, clinging to each other. Lester had to be pulled away and helped into the car. Neither of you thought you would ever see each other again.

Won't hesitate to embrace you when you reunite. When he sees you on the side of the road near Ambrose, he completely freezes, he can't believe his eyes. He says your name before he can even think straight, it takes you a moment but you recognise him, instantly grinning. At the acknowledgement, Lester embraces you, confessing that he missed you. You felt the same, embracing him in return despite the smell of roadkill on him. Admittedly, it didn't look like he was doing too well after leaving Ambrose but he was back and he seemed happy, and that's all you cared about.

Bubba Sawyer

The two of you are never apart. You and Bubba are the closest two friends can be, if one of you is around the other isn't far behind. You're one of the family, even his brothers like you, but you're very clearly Bubba's best friend. You understand him like nobody else and you get along together than either of you do with anyone else.

No matter your age, you act like an older sibling to him. Even if you're younger than him, you behave like an older sibling. You're always there for him, you look out for him. His brothers couldn't dare say anything even remotely bad about Bubba, because you would be right there to put them back into their place. Nobody talked bad about your bestie.

Doing a lot of crafts together. Bubba is very creative and if you enjoy creating things as well, it is definitely your favourite thing to do together. It's calming. He will teach you everything he knows, since he is used to working with non-traditional materials, and you will teach him anything you know.

He is fiercely protective over you. You might be protective over him but he's just as protective over you. He knows how dangerous his home alone is, and he wouldn't let any of his brothers harm you in anyway. He gets most protective when trespassers are around, you're his best friend and he doesn't want you to be involved, he certainly doesn't want you to get yourself into trouble.

Billy Lenz

You become his world, you're the only person he has. He hadn't thought you would be any different when you first moved into his home, but you would eventually prove him wrong. He couldn't even remember how it happened at this point but you had become dear friends, you had been the patient and reassuring shoulder to cry on that he needed.

A very clingy friend. Like I said, you're the only person he has, so it's no wonder that he can be so clingy. In general, he's a person in much need for support and companionship and you've happily signed up for the role. But that doesn't mean that you're friendship is one sided, he's always there for you and is willing to listen about anything that is bothering you.

Overall, you have a very positive effect on him and his life. It's incredible how much of an impact you have on his life. You give him something to rely on, you even manage to get him out of the house. Of course, your friendship can't solve all his problems but you're always there to try.

People will probably assume you're dating just because of how close you are. If you talked to somebody about your friendship, how close you are and how much time you spend together, they're bound to speculate that there is something more going on despite the fact that you're friendship is purely platonic.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

He keeps you at a distance at first. Asa has acquaintances, other professors and members of staff at work, but he wouldn't call any of them a friend. None of them have been to his house, none of them know him well, other than some polite conversation he makes to keep up his image. Somehow, unknown to him, you had wormed your way into his life. He enjoyed conversations with you, you seemed to be able to see through his act without knowing the full truth.

You're his only genuine friend. Eventually he gives in to your friendship, accepting that he enjoys your company. You're the one person he complains to about his colleagues or students, the two of you just get along surprisingly well. Still, he feels a need to assess you to some extent, to understand you, to be able to predict your next move.

Being let in on his secret hobby. After so long, if he thinks you can be trusted (only when he is completely sure you'll understand), he will show you the hotel and all his projects. Of course, if it turns out that you're unable to handle it, your friendship will be coming to an abrupt end. However, if you react the way he hopes you will, it only brings you closer as friends.

Practically partners in crime now. Once you've been introduced to his world, you're in on it. Maybe that was his plan all along, because Asa is definitely just as manipulative with his friends as he is with anyone else. He can admit, it's rather nice to share this part of his life with somebody who understands.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You started off as an employee. To be best friends with Jesse, you need to know about that part of his life otherwise you really don't know him at all. As an employee, he could trust you and rely on you. You were different than his other employees, you weren't afraid of him but you respected him, you would joke with him, he liked your presence.

Now he never goes on a trip without you. You're his closest friend, his only real friend that he truly trusts, so you're always by his side. He wouldn't like the idea of spending a work trip with anyone but you make things easier, you stay on top of everything and amuse him with your complaints about your other co-workers.

You've met his wife. Jesse doesn't mix his person and professional life but you overlap these lives. You've been to his house, met his wife, had dinner with them, he trusts you to see that part of his world. You help keep his secrets, both of you sticking to a well rehearsed story of what the two of you do for work.

Lots of inside jokes. The two of you only have to share a glance to know what the other is thinking, trying not to laugh to yourselves. Spann is more annoyed that you have become a more trusted employee than she has. Preston hates your friendship because the two of you are always sharing amused glances when he is trying to talk about something. You always stay in his office after a meeting so you can both complain about it together before getting back to work.

Otis Driftwood

You knew the Firefly family and your world got turned upside down when Otis showed up. You lived in the same area though the Firefly residence was pretty out of the way from anything else. You knew Baby and her family, they were eccentric, but everything changed when Otis showed up. He was accepted into the family quickly, just as you had been, and he turned everything upside down. Still, the two of you hit it off quickly.

The two of you just mesh together well. Whether you match his energy or you're a lot calmer than him and help ground him, the two of you just clicked. You were pretty much down for anything, happy to join Otis on his impulsive road trips or visits to dodgy places.

You are inseparable. You're family, nobody would argue with that, but you and Otis are particularly close. You have an endless amount of inside jokes and shared stories. You can do things independently but everything is just so much more fun with your best friend by your side.

Most importantly, you can rely on each other. In the lifestyle you both live, the only people you can rely on is family, but you know that you have each other's back no matter what. If you're ever in trouble, you know that he'll be there for you. If he's going to prison, you're going to be the one breaking him out.

Baby Firefly

You are family, even Mama says so. If there is one thing that is nondebatable, it's that you are an honorary Firefly. You're welcome in their home at any time, pretty much moving in at this point. Mama sees you as just another one of her children, Otis sees you as another annoying sibling. You're Baby's best friend, so it's no wonder that you're around nearly constantly, the two of you can't be pried away from each other.

Absolute chaos. Considering Baby's idea of fun, the two of you are always getting into trouble even if it's only on the mildly illegal side. It's rare that the two of you settle for a quiet night in, even if you enjoy them, since Baby will somehow manage to convince you to go out with her. Even on the occasions you are doubtful, you end up enjoying yourself.

She's protective of you. The life of the Fireflys are filled with danger, meaning that you're going to be dragged into it no matter how much you try to distance yourself from their...hobbies. So, she always makes sure that no harm comes to you. Whether it's people the family knows, the law, or random people at the sketchy places you visit with her. You're her best friend, family, she won't let anything harm you.

Yautja (Predator)

A strange friendship in the eyes of your peers. The two of you met on a station were humans and Yautjas worked together, living side by side. Despite the intentions of learning from each other and co-inhabiting, there are some barriers between the two species. So, you're close friendship is still pretty out of the norm. Neither of your people fully understand, but find it fascinating nonetheless.

Learning from each other. While your friendship mainly comes from the fact that you both just get along well despite your differences, you definitely learn a lot from each other. In terms of science and technology, there isn't much for an Yautja to learn from a human except for some Earth specific things, but you learn so much from him. About science but also about space and alien species that you had never even heard of. And he learns so much about humans and other species on Earth.

The two of you are untouchable. No matter your position on the station, nobody can say a damn thing to you. Should a superior be a little too snarky, a co-worker a little too hostile, your large best friend will ensure it never happens again, threatening the humans and being capable of standing up against other Yautjas. You're also protective over him, always coming to his (and his species) defence whenever you hear a human co-worker talking bad about them.

The two of you are always working together. It's rare to see one of you with out the other, often claiming to need the other to work as effectively as possible, even if that obviously isn't true. Though, nobody is going to question either of you at this point, they've just accepted that a strange but close friendship had developed between the two of you.

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: A Wendigo's Violent Love

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], violence, spoilers for episodes 7 and 8 in the first season of the 2024 show, possessive and obsessive behavior, Alastor is in denial, physical abuse, implication of friends to enemies.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the back button on your phone or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, welcome to another Hazbin Hotel fic! I know I had said that I was going to be on a break until the 8th or 14th in my last post, but I had gotten a burst of inspiration after watching the season finale and wrote this after discussing the idea with @riddle-simp and collaborated with @witch-of-the-writing-desk. It's because of these two that I managed to write 2k in a single day, so please give a big round of applause to these amazing individuals.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going on in tonight's broadcast with Hell's one and only Radio Demon!

Alastor could not believe what had happened on the rooftop. No, he refused to believe that he was nearly killed by a hair. To almost die for his friends, a fucking altruist of all things.  Sorry to disappoint, but this is not how his story will end here. He thought viciously, tugging at his hair as memories rushed through his mind. He needed more. He needed his freedom. Yet this deal is restricting his powers from reaching their fullest potential, and it almost killed him. Yes, there has to be another way to get out of it. But more importantly….he needed to stop these feelings bubbling inside of him. These feelings he felt towards you. 

You, a simple groundskeeper who had forgotten what it meant to be a human and served as a weapon in war. You, who did not use technology like him yet still found a way to connect with the rest of the hotel’s wayward souls.

He hates it and he wants you gone, out of sight and out of mind, because these feelings have put him in more danger than necessary. When he finds the backdoor of his deal, how to unclip his wings, he will be the one pulling all of the strings and claim the power that he rightfully deserves. He is the Radio Demon, the Great Alastor! Nothing else matters to him!

He made his decision right in the dilapidated radio station to never get attached to you or anyone else again. To only focus on himself and no one else. He is in Hell for a reason, after all. He cackled, feeling the thrum of his power rising in unison with his conviction. Yes. He thought. Yes, he’s Alastor! The cold, ruthless overlord who always has room for more voices on his broadcast. Not some soft-hearted twit who would die for someone! 

But what he did not realize at the time, just right underneath the hatch, you had heard everything. 

Despite your injuries and losing both of your arms to angelic steel, you had used your strength to trek through the debris and look for him. Now knowing that he despised you, knowing that he sees you as nothing more than a weapon to use for his convenience….well, you could not blame him. You were a weapon when you were alive. You were feared, you were hated, and you did not care at the time. So why did it hurt so much when he said that? You did not know, except it was better to keep your distance from him. 

So you left the Radio Demon alone, staggering away to join the others. 

Vaggie was somehow able to find Sir Pentious’ blueprints for your prosthetics in a fireproof trunk beneath the rubble, and put in a call to Carmilla Carmine to see if she could make them with angelic steel instead of adamantine. Of course, the angelic arms dealer took a look at them first before agreeing to it, but not before telling Vaggie she must ask for your consent to do the procedure and what you wanted to add or remove. You gave your input, and the procedure was scheduled for the following week. Although you could not help with the construction of the hotel, you did assist Charlie by putting together an eulogy and memorial service for Sir Pentious. The princess was not sure when it would be held, hopefully when the hotel was finished. 

You understood, softly promising to be by her side for support, even if you had to be pushed in a wheelchair. Sir Pentious had been a good person, an inventor and a gentleman who was nothing but kind and respectful to you. Even though you offered to pay him for doing repairs on your arms in the past, he brushed it off and instead asked you to join him for tea. He…you hoped he found peace. 

On the day of your procedure, you asked the overlord a question that had been plaguing your mind since the war. “Madam Carmilla, I am a weapon. I was raised to be one, to be used and tossed aside when my usefulness had expired. So…why is it that I am bothered by what Alastor said…on that day?” You did not dare to elaborate on what he exactly said to her, just that he said that he did not want to see you anymore. Be gone from his sight and mind. 

She stared at you for a long moment before she replied coolly, “So I have heard from Vaggie. But I do not share her thoughts. A weapon is lifeless. You are a person. An emotionally stunted one, but someone is living, breathing, and who can still be hurt by what others say about them even if they can’t see it. You are upset because of what Alastor said….and in my humble opinion, whatever you feel towards him, discard it. There is nothing to gain by being close to him.” She then turned away, pulling on a pair of gloves over her hands as one of her daughters placed a mask over her face. “Are you ready to begin? This is your last chance, and I cannot promise it won’t hurt.”

“I am.” You said. “Thank you for answering my question.” 

Carmilla nodded, and proceeded to give out instructions to you and the rest of the staff in the operating table. You complied, not wanting any more time to be wasted on your behalf. At least now you knew why you were upset.  It was because you cared about Alastor. Cared….yes, that is the appropriate word. You had to distance yourself from him. It is what he wanted, so you must respect his decision as the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. 

Yes, it is better this way.

That was the last thought that crossed your mind before a mask was placed over your face, and everything fell into darkness. 

Alastor did not understand. You were doing what he wanted you to do. He did not want to see or talk to you unless it was necessary. So why was it making him angry? When he congratulated you on a successful recovery from your procedure, complimented your progress in physical therapy per Carmilla’s instructions, or how lovely the eulogy you wrote for Sir Pentious' memorial service, you showed no reaction. You simply stared at him with a hollow expression before thanking him, excusing yourself with a bow of your head. 

He should be elated. No, he is pleased. He is satisfied that his relationship with you has not gone by being professional. Why, you even pull away as soon as he lays a finger on you~! So why does it bother him that you recoil from his touch? No. He…cannot accept it. He cannot accept this.  He needed to speak to you. Discreetly. 

However, now that this new and improved Hazbin Hotel stood in place of the old one, everything is much bigger with the additional square footage; meaning there would be more ground to cover if Alastor is to ever find you, even if you do not wish to see him.

 Nifty, bless her little deranged mind, pointed him in the direction of the greenhouse. Of course, it was much bigger than the old one. But he still saw the old stained glass windows of the Moriningstar family crest lined up on the south side, allowing red light to come through and shine down on seedling trays with new shoots poking out of the inky soil. The clean, fragrant scent of herbs permeated the air as he walked through the rows of berries, juicy melons, and other culinary delights. He did not think this place would already be thriving when you were the only one who tended to it, as the hotel’s groundskeeper. However…this is you. You, who is able to accomplish anything once you put your mind to it. 

He found you hiding just beyond the apple trees, kneeling beside a bush of glistening roses, armed with pruning shears and an apron over your clothes. A watering can sat on the grass by your side. Your back was facing him…which allowed him the element of surprise. Grinning, he leaned forward, stretching his gloved fingers to lightly caress the petals of the rose you were about to snip off. 

“Oh, my apologies dear. My hand slipped!”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, emotionless [Eye Color] irises holding a steady gaze before turning away. “It’s all right. There are others that I can place at Sir Pentious’ memorial site.” You said, raising the shears to carefully cut another rose with a small snip. “Thank you for your concern.” 

The static around him buzzed, swelling in synchronization with his boiling anger towards you. “I see.” He hissed. “I am terribly sorry to disturb you.”

“It is all right.” Snip. “If there is nothing else, please allow me to finish this so that I can go on break. Niffty will not be happy if I am in the break room within ten minutes.” 

“I’m afraid we must discuss something, [First Name].” He pressed on, irritated at your uncharacteristic rudeness. “That is why I am here. So please turn around and look at me.”

You did. You placed the shears down, twisted your body around so that you looked at him straight in the eye. “Yes?” You said. “What do you need?”

He smiled, the static around him coming to a screeching halt and he was much calmer. Finally, He thought. You were looking at him, instead of avoiding his gaze. “I understand that since you have been cleared to return to work, you’ve been quite busy~! However! What I do not understand is why you have been ignoring me.” He leaned forward, feeling his eyes transform into radio dials. “You do not greet me as much as you have before, we haven’t tea together, nor have we taken a stroll in Cannibal Colony~! So…why are you acting like I am a complete stranger to you?”

“Because I know the truth.”

Any and every thought he could have possibly said to her at this moment evaporated upon hearing your answer. “Pardon? I’m sorry but I didn’t catch that.” His voice leaked through the rising static. He felt his antlers grow, expanding past his ears with cr-crik, crick noises. Like the roots of a tree. 

“I know the truth. “I know that you are angry over what happened in the war, how everyone saw you flee from your battle against Adam. I know you wish to unclip your wings and that you utterly despise me. So I am doing what you wish for. To maintain a professional relationship as the groundskeeper and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. Our goal is to redeem sinners. There’s nothing beyond business between us.” You said with this horrifying truth with a calm and expressionless composure. “I went there that day, to the radio station. I had gone there to look for you, to make sure you were all right when I heard your words. But know this,” A sudden sheen of ice glazed over your eyes. “If you bring harm to Charlie or anyone in this hotel, I will kill you where you stand.” 

The last thread of patience in his psyche split in half. Before he could stop himself, Alastor pinned against the ground, his hands on your shoulders and glaring at you, trying to intimate you with his true form, to scare you into silence as he had done with Husk…but you held your gaze. 

“It’s terrible manners to eavesdrop on someone, my dear.”

“And it isn’t wise to attack someone when you are not even at your full strength.” 

In a flash you immediately flipped him over, straddling his hips as you held down his wrists over his head with one hand. The other held a garden spade to his throat and he was burning. That was when you released you weren’t wearing your gloves, thus the angelic steel is the reason why his skin is on fire. 

“Calm yourself, Alastor.” You said. “There is no reason to be angry when I am doing what you want me to do. Nor to act as you are doing right now. I advise you to take slow, deep breaths and count to five backwards.” 

“Release me.”

“Not until you have calmed down.” The way you replied so calmly, so…lifelessly, made Alastor angry. Angrier than he has felt in a long, long time. Not since his prey had escaped the forest and he did not get to eat them. Not since his mother died, leaving him alone in the world except for a drunken asshole who wasn’t worthy of being his father. Make these feelings stop NOW

“Come to my office in exactly ten minutes for an evaluation about your conduct at work. Do not be late.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he sunk into the grass as an inky shadow, slithering back towards the greenhouse’s entrance towards his room. He couldn’t believe it. How could you have known everything? How could he not have sensed your presence? Was he that weak? No. No, he assumed he was alone and clearly he had not been. You were an anomaly. You were raised as a weapon; to spy, to kill, to search and destroy upon the command of your master. 

So why does it still bother him? Why does his head feel like it is about to split in half as he goes over the conversation over and over in his mind? Why is his heart falling into the pit of his stomach at remembering your promise to kill him if he harmed anyone here in the hotel? Why does he have this urge to know how you truly feel towards him? Do you still care for him? Do you love him?

In ten minutes, he  needed to know the truth…or else he would go insane.

What Alastor did not realize though, as he holed up himself in his quarters until the allotted time to meet with you, Husk had seen the whole thing from the door. 

He was going to drag you to lunch because Niffty had gotten pissed that you were skipping meals again…and thank fuck Alastor did not see him. Husk, the drunken gambler and former overlord, almost flew over to you with a worried look, grumbling and fussing over you before grabbing you by the hand. He was not going to let Alastor hurt you again. He might be a dumbass, can’t fight worth shit…but you are important to him, and he’ll protect you even if it means putting himself in the line of fire again. 

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HYBRID!AU PART 2

part one | part two | part three (coming soon!!!)

(: anyway here's what you've all been begging for. a part 2 but it was getting so long...almost 3k words. and so....there will be a part 3.......but for now i hope this satiates you!!!

cw: hurt/comfort, aftermath of hurt???, self-deprecating thoughts, insecurities, mentions of blood and scratching, mentions of past mistreatment, petnames and headpats tho <3

The next time a human approaches you, you’re unable to stop the growls that escape your throat when you hear the pspsp as he tries to approach you. When you hiss, the man scoffs and stomps away muttering a soft ‘stupid cat’ under his breath. 

No one approached you for a long while after that. The only way you knew how much time had passed was when the restaurants all threw their leftover food from their workdays. Eating out of the trash was always utterly humiliating, especially when you got caught. 

Most people ignored you when they saw you sitting on the sidewalk, getting some sun since it didn’t shine into the little alleyway you hunkered in. Some people would scoff and give you disgusted looks, as if you were a stain on their shoe. 

At this point, you were used to humans acting like you were scum of the Earth. After your experience with Simon, human’s behavior towards you no longer surprises you. Though it hurt, you didn’t understand why you were so unlovable. 

But then one evening, when the sun was just beginning to set and the temperature was steadily dropping, you were huddled up in what little bit of sun-warmth you could get until it became dark. Your arms were wrapped around your body as you shivered, trying to ignore the way your tummy growled from being empty – the store employees had chased you off before you could steal anything from the dumpster. 

A large shadow cast over you and when you looked up, you saw a slender, athletic man. His presence immediately set you on edge and you felt a growl bubbling up in your chest.

“Hey now,” he chided softly, pretty brown eyes crinkled as he squatted in front of you, “None of that, little kitty.”

You scowled up at him. Even crouched down the way he was, he was larger than you.

“Do you have a name?” he asks kindly. 

You pause at that. Soap had given you a name. But did it really count as one if your previous owner hadn’t even agreed to it? Still, it was the only thing you really had left of your former companion. 

You softly mutter the name you’d been given and the man nods before holding out his large hand, “Kyle. Would you like to come home with me?”

That sends off alarm bells in your head and before you know it, your claws are ripping into his hand and you’re scurrying into the alleyway to cower in the corner. 

You hear the man faintly sigh before he stands, knees cracking as he does. You don’t hear anything from him for a few minutes before his heavy boots walk past the alleyway and fade. 

You don’t even understand your own reaction. Of course you wanted a home to call your own. But you don’t think you would be able to handle it if he turned out to be the same as Simon. You wouldn’t be able to get attached to a human only to be abandoned on the streets like you were last night's trash. Perhaps it was just easier to reject all human companionship than risk being heartbroken all over again. You had only recently stopped crying yourself to sleep over the memory of your home. 

You think that will be the last time you see the man, surely he wouldn’t want anything to do with a cat-hybrid who was mean, but just a couple days later, he’s back. He stands beside you, one bandaged hand gripping a shopping bag. You feel a pang of guilt at the sight of his bandaged wound. He slowly places it beside you, staring at you expectantly. 

“This is for you,” he says awkwardly after a second of you staring blankly at him, “It’s some food and water.”

Your stomach growls at the mention of food and as much as you want to peek in the bag, you can’t bring yourself to admit defeat like that. He might think you’re accepting him as your owner if you accept his gift! 

But you’re not! You refuse to end up hurt and sad like you had been with Simon! You would rather just live on the street than go through that hurt all over again. You couldn’t stand to give your trust only to be betrayed and mistreated again.

You only wanted someone to love you but apparently that wasn’t in the deck for you and that was okay, you told yourself. No matter how much it hurts to admit.

The man, Kyle, sighs softly when you simply ignore him, the sound almost melancholy. It makes your heart ache in your chest. He casts you one last glance but you keep your gaze down before he walks away, disappearing out of sight at the end of the street. 

With his piercing gaze off of you, you turn to the bag and begin rooting inside it. 

A couple bottles of water and some hybrid-safe packaged food. Nothing that needed refrigeration but also much better quality and variety than what you had been given by Simon. 

You remember how it felt to watch Soap eat delicious meats and fruits and veggies while you got bland, colorless slop. Sure, it was healthy for hybrids but everyone knew it was disgusting. Clearly Simon didn’t care – he was just feeding you so you didn’t inconvenience him by starving to death in his house. 

And though Soap would sometimes share his food with you, it wasn’t the same.

This food was yours. Kyle had gotten it for you.

You pull out one of the packages, a neatly wrapped sandwich with all the organic ingredients listed in bright colors. It makes your heart ache just a little bit as you take your first bite, all alone on the sidewalk, quietly wishing Soap was there for you to share it with as payment for all the food he had shared with you. 

Kyle makes it a habit to visit you day after day, sometimes bringing food, sometimes just bringing himself. Most of the time, you ignore him but he doesn’t seem deterred in the slightest, only quietly promising to visit you again soon when he bids you goodbye. 

It starts to become lonely when he leaves.

You don’t know when it begins, but you find yourself waiting for him. You sit out in the open, mindlessly combing your tail, where he can see you if he approaches. You find yourself thinking about him and if he’ll bring something for you to snack on – he found these delicious fish flavored chips that you were practically addicted to. Though, you didn’t say anything about your liking of them, he kept bringing them so you think he knows. 

Some days, Kyle’s visits were quick and fleeting and other times he sat there for a while. He had given up trying to talk to you much since you made it a point to ignore him but you were happy that he hadn’t given up yet. 

You know you would have given up by now. But the fact he persists leaves you with a warm, soft feeling in your chest. You’ve never had someone try so hard for you before, Simon certainly never cared to try.

Kyle wasn’t so bad after all, you found yourself deciding. He was quiet but not standoffish. He didn’t try to touch you after you had swiped at him one time when he went to pat your head. He was kind, always complimenting you with ‘pretty kitty’ and ‘sweet kitty’. And best of all, he didn’t ignore your existence like you had grown used to when living with Simon. 

Waiting for Kyle to show up became the most grueling part of your day. Minutes felt like hours and any tall man who passed by had you perking up to see if it was Kyle. The urge to get closer to him grew day by day, you wanted him to pet you, you wanted to talk to him. 

Maybe living with him wouldn’t be so bad after all. Just the thought of a happy life made you purr to yourself. 

You vowed that you would talk to him today, maybe see if you could take him up on that offer he had made that first day you met. 

But he never came. As the sun dips behind the horizon, you find your hopes getting squashed. He always came before dark. 

With a heavy heart, you curled up in the little cardboard box you had been calling your shelter. It was easy to tell yourself that the ache in your heart was because you wanted to see him and not because you were scared he had given up on you.

The next day, the same thing. You waited all day only for him to not show up. Then the next day. And the next. 

A week passed with no sign of him and you tried your best to pretend like it didn’t hurt like hell. 

Maybe he really had gotten sick of waiting for you and decided to find a hybrid who would actually talk to him. You couldn’t blame him, you suppose. But it still made that heavy pain settle in your heart like when you had been thrown out by Simon. 

One morning, you were awoken by a loud voice shouting down the alleyway, “Alright, come on out, cat.”

The sound of the voice had you sitting up, eyes wide as you looked around. At the entrance, a man stood with his hands on his hips, a hefty utility belt around his waist. 

He sighed when he saw you staring blankly at him before he came over, hoisting you up by the arm.

Your growled and hissed, ears pinned back as you fought against his grip. He dragged you out, taking you towards a big black van that had the words ‘hybrid-control’ printed on the side. 

You swiped at the man with your free hand, sharp nails slicing into his skin. He cried out in pain but didn’t relent in his hold.

“Stupid fucking cat,” he snapped, “Fuckin’ hate havin’ to pick shits like you up.”

“Excuse me,” a sudden, frantic voice called out, “What are you doing?”

The man holding you turned to look at Kyle, an annoyed look on his face, “Got a complaint about a stray hybrid livin’ around here. Came to pick it up.”

“Oh that’s not necessary,” Kyle said, reaching out to pull you from the man’s grasp, handling you much softer than the stranger, “This hybrid is mine.”

The man looked like he wanted to argue but glanced down at his bleeding arm and rolled his eyes, “Whatever, man. Your funeral. Just get it off the street.”

When the van drove off, Kyle turned to look at you apologetically, “Sorry, I didn’t want to claim ownership over you like that but–”

“Where were you this week?” you find yourself pouting, crossing your arms over your chest petulantly.

Kyle looks shocked before he smiles kindly, “I was away for work. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you.”

Your pout only deepens, “It’s not like I missed you or anything…”

“Of course not,” he laughs but you both know he doesn’t believe you, “How about I show you my home, hm? It’s not too far from here.”

You agree without complaint, letting Kyle lead the way down the busy streets until it grows quieter and quieter.

The neighborhood is startlingly familiar as he escorts you to his home. It doesn’t take long for you to realize it’s the same neighborhood Simon and Soap live in. 

You weren’t exactly sure how far their home was but you couldn’t stop yourself from frowning at the memories.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, “Don’t like it? I know it’s a little boring here but it’s near the base so what can you do?”

“It’s not that,” you quickly said, considering telling Kyle what was on your mind but you instead settled for, “I-It’s nothing.”

You were worried if you told him about your previous home, he might think there was something wrong with you. You didn’t want him to think you were undesirable and put you out on the streets all over again. You silently wondered when you became so insecure. 

He hummed and opened the front door for you, “There’s a room at the end of the hall that’s an office right now but it’s all yours once I get it set up with a bed and everything.”

“My own room?” you ask softly, fluffy ears perked up.

“Of course,” he smiles, “This is your home now.”

You feel tears prick your eyes but you quickly look away before Kyle can see them. It felt so nice that he actually considered it your home too and not just his. Simon always made you feel like you were barely welcome and only there because he put up with you until he couldn’t stand you anymore.

“Oh before I forget,” he said, grabbing a box off of the table, “I got you this.”

He showed you the contents, a cute, dainty collar with a metal tag in the shape of a fish with your name engraved on it. 

“Why do you have a collar?” you asked, tilting your chin up so he could fasten it around your neck.

“I had hopes that you would let me take you home one of these days,” he laughed, a boyish, kind sound that made a smile grow on your own face, “I wasn’t going to give up until you were safe and sound with me, love. I knew this was going to be your home one way or another.”

You spend the whole day wandering around the house and exploring, nudging against every surface to spread your scent on it. You hadn’t done that much in Simon’s house, too scared you’d get reprimanded for dirtying up the furniture or something.

But Kyle didn’t care in the slightest. He simply smiled when he saw you nuzzling the pillows. He even trimmed your nails so they weren’t nearly as sharp anymore. 

It was nice living with him.You quickly realized how different your life felt with Kyle than how it felt with Simon.

Kyle was kind and friendly, calling you by your name and petnames and not just ‘hey you’ or ‘cat’. The affection in his tone was palpable and just hearing how sweetly he spoke to you made you purr uncontrollably. 

And he didn’t once raise his voice at you or chase you off the couch when you were napping. He gave you the softest pats on the head and let you snooze on his lap without a single complaint. 

He never forgot to feed you and always gave you the most delicious things he could find. He ate at the table with you and told you all about his day, making an effort to talk to you and learn about the things you liked to do while he was at work. 

You were happy to finally have a home to call your own. But deep down, you missed Soap. You missed his energetic happiness and how affectionate he was with you in a way that only hybrids could be. He was the only true companion you had ever had and he had left his mark on you. You wondered about him every day, especially when you heard the front door open and you half expected him to come running in with a thrilled grin on his face, ready to regale you with tales of outside.

You passed their house one day while on a walk with Kyle, something he took to doing as an activity with you (he didn’t want you to get bored or stagnant just sitting inside all day), trying your best to act like seeing the home you used to call your own didn’t make your heart ache painfully in your chest. 

“There’s a hybrid that lives here, you might like him. His name’s Soap,” Kyle said when he saw you pausing in front of their home, “Owner is Simon Riley. I work with him, kind of a standoffish guy, you should probably steer clear if you run into him. He’s not the most friendly.”

“Yeah…” you found yourself mumbling, barely even registering anything Kyle had said, a frown etched on your lips before you looked at Kyle, “Can we go home?”

“Of course. Let’s get you some food, pretty kitty,” Kyle cooed affectionately, patting your head before leading you back home. 

You casted a glance at the home you used to call your own, you were startled to see Soap standing in the window, eyes wide, brows furrowed, and hurt written all over his face. The sight alone made your own eyes sting. He had never looked at you like that before. He looked so heartbroken.

Kyle cooed softly to get your attention again, leading you down the sidewalk and away from the house. Soap’s figure in the window faded from view and you felt your head spinning.

Soap and Simon’s scent faded the further you got away from it. But once you entered your home with Kyle, your scent and his mixed together in a way that it never did with Simon’s. You couldn’t help but purr, the pain and anxiety in your heart fading.

But still, your mind lingered on the distraught face of the best friend you left behind.

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Hello! Could you request Nanbaka x Reader? (Platonic/Romantic)

Fem Reader who's like Kanae Kocho, from Demon Slayer, but in modern era. With Kanae's personality and abilities.

Reader as Hajime and Hitoshi Sugoroku's cousin (You can add this if you want; Reader works at the Nanbaka with her Sister)

-The inmates of Cell 13 of Building 13 of Nanba Prison had managed to escape, again, and were currently rushing through the building, a plan in mind to go and have some fun while Hajime was giving chase, charging down the hallway like a speeding train.

-The members of Cell 13 were having a blast, laughing loudly as Uno called back over his shoulder, “Give it up Hajime- you won’t catch us!”

-Rock skidded to a halt, causing Uno, Jyugo, and Nico to crash into him, making Jyugo yell up at him, “Why the hell did you- holy…” his eyes went wide as they all looked to see what made Rock stop, seeing a very beautiful woman, wearing a prison guard’s uniform, with a pair of butterfly clips on the side of her hats.

-You smiled beautifully, looking so gentle and elegant, “Oh my- I found you! Now let’s get you back to your cell, you naughty boys.” Instantly they melted, becoming completely obedient to you as Nico took one of your hands while the other three fought via rock-paper-scissors on who would get to hold your other hand all the way back to their cell.

-Hajime was exasperated, seeing them being so well behaved for you, a tick-mark on his cheek as you smiled sweetly at them, “Now stay in your cell. Shall we continue with the tour, Hajime?” as you turned to him.

-Instantly the four gremlins surrounded Hajime, furious that he didn’t tell them that they were getting a new guard, and one so cute!! Hajime looked exasperated as Uno, trying to flirt, came over to you, “So how does an angel like you know a gorilla like Hajime?”

-You just laughed into your hand, looking amused, “Oh- Hajime is my cousin. He’s the one who told me about this place and both my little sister and I applied.”

-The four turned white, hearing that you had a sister, before Hajime grabbed Uno, throwing him off you before leading you out, shouting at them to stay in their cell.

-This made things worse however, as Cell 13 broke out even more, just to see you, something you thought was cute, but you were worried about Hajime’s stomach, something Hitoshi asked you to keep an eye out on.

-However, it was much easier for you to wrangle Cell 13, as they would willing following you, just to spend time with you, making it a bit easier on Hajime and Seitaro, while you got along easily with Yamato, sometimes the two of you were very similar it was almost scary.

-Your little sister worked in the hospital sector, working under Dr. Otogi, both of them, so you got to see her quite often, especially when you would bring Nico, and the other three members of his cell, to his checkup.

-They were a little more scared of Shinobu, as she was a bit crass, but her treatments were always gentle, something ratted her out on which made her flush and made you coo on how cute was being.

-Many other inmates adored you as well, as you were always so kind and gentle, something they enjoyed, but Cell 13 was quite territorial over you, while Hajime didn’t want you to be around any of them at all, as he considered putting you on desk duty for a while but realized that might cause more issues.

-Rock was curious, as you didn’t look like a fighter, like Hajime, as he had seen the sword strapped to your side, something he had never seen you use yet, but you just giggled when he asked, “Oh I’d like to think I’m strong. Hajime and I used to play all the time!”

-You showed your strength during one of the trips to the clinic, after some other inmates escaped, wanting to cause havoc and when they saw you, they tried to attack, as you were the first woman they had seen in a long while.

-You just smiled softly before sliding a leg back as you drew your sword. A swarm of flower petals surrounded you as you easily took the six attackers out, not seriously injuring them, just knocking them out.

-When you turned back to Cell 13, they were all hugging each other, looking scared, seeing that you were just as strong as Hajime, knowing that the sweet smile you wore didn’t match- you were scary just like Hajime.

-However, when you smiled sweetly, flowers and bubbles surrounding you, they melted, smiling goofily as you herded them towards the clinic as other guards arrived to handle those who tried to break out.

-Nobody broke out of Nanba, either being unable to or they chose not to, like Cell 13, because they didn’t want to be apart from you.

Do you know about the Welcome Home fandom? So what about Wally Darling!Reader?

HAZBIN HOTEL X WALLY DARLING! READER

prompt: you are a greeter of the hazbin hotel! Who knew a muppet looking demon could be so colorful.

You are so soft spoken! Like that soft voice you have can hypnotize anyone into doing anything.

“hello, welcome to the hazbin hotel. i’m your greeter.” You say with a “:D” face

You’re so colorful and you’re definitely shorter than Lucifer…i can see Lucifer picking you up like a damn doll at times as you just smile with your muppet ass smile.

You’re just TOO DAMN CUTEEE! 🦆💗 literally even husk grumbles and gives you apples by the bar for you to stop giving him those doe eyes you give him when you are needy for apples.

I feel because of your muppet look, it would bring attention to yourself as a muppets looking demon is quite rare around the pentagram city, or even hell itself as Lucifer and Charlie have a muppet or Marionette look. 

Literally you are friends with Lucifer because of it and he finds your muppet look adorable. Even with your 3 ft height. (Yes I looked up his height and damn he short as hell!😭)

You are just chilling after greeting some new sinners in the hotel as you read the news paper, Lucifer comes out of no where. Dead ass reads the newspaper trying to understand your likes and dislikes.

“Lu-Lu?” You said softly as Lucifer awkwardly smiles and does finger guns at you. “Oh what a coincidence? What are you doing here..?” He says awkwardly as he sweatdrops at his attempt to start a conversation with you. “I live here?” You said raising a brow sitting down the newspaper.

“Oh I do too! What a very crazy thing?!” He says pointing his finger at himself as he poofs away in embarrassment as you just sat there…..*cue in pure confusion*

Alastor would not hate you because you are colorful, lemme be realistic. You two would be mutuals. Not like “oh I hate you but you are cool” type shit. I mean you two are the people who wave at each other but never approach each other because you don’t know if they like you fr. 🥲

One time a sinner had shoulder bumped you on purpose thinking you wasn’t gonna do anything…BUT NAH! YOU GRABBED THAT MF BY HIS NECK AS A SHADOW COVERS YOUR FACE, only leaving your eyes showing as you kick they ass out. You ain’t dealin' with no bullshit at this establishment. And for your friend’s sake.

Angel likes to play with makeup with your face since it’s calling out for his makeup kit. Literally he does blue eyeshadow on you.

I headcannon you wear blue eyeshadow just like how Wally’s eyelid is blue up there. Dead ass it would be cute if it was just blue eye shadow and you had a natural blush on your cheeks. You are quite beautiful reader💗😘

Since Angel is a drag queen, he would also try to make you wear drag queen makeup only for you to sneeze at how much product he used…yeah he never used it on your face.

You’re beautiful natural anyway…just don’t sneeze in his face. Ever again.

You definitely look like you listen to 1970-80’s jazz music as you dance in the lobby with Alastor nodding along happy. Just two jazz buddies liking jazz.

I can imagine Charlie trying to hold you back from eating the fruit gift basket for the guests…you’re only aiming for the damn apples as your mouth was drooling for it.

Imagine Vox has you on his channel because he brided you with apples. He stalked you through your tv you had that has rainbows and apples on it-

Well anyways Alastor “recused” you because you just sat there “begging” to be saved is what he saved when you munched on an apple confused by why Alastor came to take you away from Vox.

If you and Lucifer hung out doing hobbies together, which he suggested. You’re panting a portrait as he makes a duck based off of you….he can’t help but show affection of making you a duck version of yourself.

Niffty and you definitely get along well as hell! As you two have the same fashion taste as you both will dance to the genre of music you guys like.

With you being the greeter, you always have a soft smile and a soft approach to make the guest and residents feel safe in the hotel.

Sir Pentious will absolutely admire you…like a friend crush. He just wants to be your friend but you are too pure to approach as he thinks he won’t be cool enough to be your friend.

Imagine Valentino seeing you shopping and he tried to approach you only for a red smoke to cover you as you blinked confused to see an overprotective Lucifer smiling at you as you had teleported to the hotel. But with Lucifer, you could see his real feelings as you felt confused.

After a few months you and Pentious became friends because of one of his egg boiz named Frank said his “boss” wants to be friends with you. You giggled and nodded as you and sir Pentious do trust exercises together when Charlie host them.

Husk had dilated eyes and purr at you because you scratched under his chin which made him snap out of his cat daze and slap your hand as you giggle with a soft gaze.

I headcannon Velvette to be your girl who makes your outfits in primary colors. Like that or just cute aesthetic kid core fits. 💗‼️

I can see how reader always gives balloons to sinners who had trouble reliving their childhood. So they give balloons out to the sinners who had childhood trauma. You are a greeter, and a hell of a good one. 🦆💗

Imagine how Wally! Reader has those safety pins that say “Welcome!” And it’s so cute because you made them a t hand and Lucifer saw his you had effort in it so he made you more to give out to the guests.

I feel like Valentino will try to get you under his contract so he can use your pretty look since you seem like a femboy….but really you’re just a little guy who likes apples and his friends.

YOU’RE ONLY 3 APPLES TALL! 😨

But the hazbin crew literally cockblock him to the point he just stops doing he was trying to do to you.

I can see Lucifer trying to impress you at times as he never has a friend that had a cute appearance like you so your blank eye stare always catches him off as you just stand there smiling so adorably.

I headcannon waking up to find an apple by your night stand as a note reads “hope you like the apple, my angel!”- Lu-Lu. You just blinked at the apple completely ignoring the note and eating the apple as you smile at the taste.

“…yummy apppleee….” You say until you open your eyes looking at the note. “Wait what.”

You had gave Lucifer back an apple basket with rubber ducks that had painted apples not it for your appreciation of the apples he gave you