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YANDERE PLATONIC TENGEN AND HIS WIVES TW: Yandere, Possessive Behaviour, Injuries, Mild Gore(?), Violence

You probably drew Tengen’s attention first and foremost. How? You’re not entirely sure, all you know is that you were going about your day when the massive, flamboyant Sound Hashira crashed into your life.

You were awestruck, I mean how couldn’t you be? You’ve just barely reached the rank of Kanato, and before you stands a Hashira, one of the strongest members the corps!

Tengen doesn’t understand his feelings right away, denying his new-found obsession for you. He only insists on you going with you on every mission, spending every single minute possible with you because of how flamboyant you are.

But his jealousy flares every time you gush about Rengoku’s strength, or Shinobu’s intelligence.

He’s the one who recognized your flamboyant potential. He’s the one who improved your swordsmanship skills. He’s the one who raised you to the rank of Hinoe with just two months of training.

Still unable to recognize his growing obsession with you, he finds the solution to all his problems, you can just become his Tsukago! His and his alone. And of course, you’re elated. Not just because of the promotion, but rather because Tengen thinks you’re worthy enough to become his successor.

And obviously, as his only successor, you should meet his wives. Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru all adore you. You’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you? All flustered with the attention they’re giving you. So humble too! Adamantly denying your skills. You got to where you are because of Tengen, only because of his training were you ae to accomplish all that you have.

Tengen’s heart swells with pride watching you with his family, you and his family. It is perfect and flamboyant, because you are with him and you are safe until suddenly you aren’t. Until suddenly you’re on your first mission together as his Tsukago, and it’s harder than anything you’ve ever faced.

It’s perfect until one of the many demons that swarm you endlessly manages to land a hit. And suddenly, you’re in his arms bleeding. There’s so much blood, your blood. He gently cradles your body in his arms, trembling with anger at your pitiful form. In a blind fit of rage, Tengen slaughtered the remaining demons.

He angrily demanded the Kakushi to give you the best treatment possible, as your breathing became slower and steadier.

Tengen has Shinobu treat you, and he remains by your side along with his wives until you finally regain consciousness. Immediately, everyone sprang to action, Suma began sobbing tears of joy, Makio shouts alternate between demanding for a doctor and questioning your condition frantically, Hinatsuru attempts to soothe you, reaching to place a placating hand on your shoulder.

All of this overwhelms you, which is noticed by Tengen, who orders his wives out of the hospital room. Tengen manages to calm you down and explains your condition. You’ve been injured, badly. He says Shinobu orders at least two months bed rest. You try to sit up to protest, but the pain sears through you at the sudden moment. Begrudgingly, you agree.

Tengen remains by your side, caring for you, and when he can’t, his wives are more than happy to step up. Soon, the realization dawns on Tengen that he likes you being like this. A little baby who relies on him and his wives, on their papa and mamas. The delusional gears begin to turn, and his protective instincts are driven to a high.

After two months pass, you’re still being babied by Tengen and his wives, despite you feeling fine. And it’s not that you’re ungrateful for their care, but you want to go out on missions again, you want to do your job. But Hinatsuru shuts down all talk of being better by masterfully changing the topic of your conversation. Makio always scolds you, albeit gently, because don’t you recall the severe pain you felt? And Suma is by far the worst, she begins bawling at the thought of you being potentially in danger. So really, you have no other choice but to ask Tengen.

“No.”

“No?” You repeat dumbly, baffled by the audacity he held.

“Yes, no. I forbid you from going on missions.” Tengen declares, leaving you speechless.

He forbids you?! Who does he think he is? Sure, you’re grateful for all his and his wives help, but that doesn’t mean he can just forbid you from going on missions. You’re a member of the corps, just like he is. And while you may not be a Hashira, you are certainly skilled. Besides, what’s the point in all his training just to not go on missions anymore?

“You are my flamboyant Tsukago,” Tengen says, “and as your flamboyant master, you must respect me and my decisions.”

You felt mild anger surge through you at the implication of you not respecting him. All you have felt since you meet the swordsman was respect and admiration. You honed your skills so you could fight alongside him and be a worthy successor.

“I do respect you!” You protest. “But you trained me so I could be your successor, the next Sound Hashira!”

Tengen gives an irritated sigh. Your stubbornness was flamboyant, but rather troubling.

Huffing, you turn to leave, “This is my job, so I’m going to get my next mission, no matter what you say!”

Tengen lets out a soft sigh once more, before swiftly landing a hit to back of your neck. He silently catches you and holds you in his arms. If only you could be a little less difficult. Don’t get him wrong, he loves your flamboyant spirit, but he just can’t let you get hurt again. And you were correct, being a demon slayer was your job, but not anymore. You won’t need a job. You’re a baby, his baby. So he and his wives will take care of you. As he glances down at you, slumped in his arms, a serene look on your face. Yes, he assured himself, this is what you needed.

You write really well! I have a question thoughts on platonic yandere nighteye as your dad?

Thank you for the compliment! I’m thrilled that you like my content and find it well-written.

As for yandad Nighteye, I think he’s definitely one of the more controlling yanderes in the BNHA-verse. He keeps tabs on you at all times, he has the resources to do so. Not to mention his quirk granting him the gift of foresight which he constantly uses on you. Even though he is strict, yandad Nighteye has a soft spot for you. You’re his pride and joy. Pictures of you and your accomplishments, drawings, trophies, medals, ribbons, crudely made macaroni art— you name it, ha hangs them up in his office, sweltering with pride when he looks at them. Nighteye also has quite a bit of money, so he does gift you expensive things often.

Included in the yandad Nighteye pack comes yandere grandpa or maybe uncle All Might. Either way, the symbol of peace adores you, constantly spoiling you with gifts and giving you piggyback rides to show his affection. Eventually, when they part ways, yandad Nighteye tries to block All Might from keeping contact with you, afraid for both him and how his destruction would devastate you. Try as he might, nothing will stand in All Might’s way in terms of you.

Title: 6 black cats with button eyes

Character(s): Madara and Izuna (30s), Itachi and Shisui (20s/Young adults), Sasuke (17 years old/Teen), Tobi and Obito (12 years old/Kids) (Tobi and Obito are two separated characters) (Naruto)

Summary: Coraline AU; You moved to a new home missing the 6 stray cats that you always feed whenever you come back home from school. You soon found a small door and opened it.

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, purely platonic, yandere themes, kidnapping

You wanted to cry, your mother was a loving and caring person but today it seems something had happened during the move to this place that she and her boyfriend were furiously fighting downstairs, Arguing that they weren’t the ones that gave the movers the wrong address and that it was their partner’s fault for it.

You just happened to come in and ask where they placed your teddy bear. Your mother told her to wait for a bit but her boyfriend snapped at you, complaining that you were useless and why did they have to bring you here now instead of leaving her at her grandparent’s place for the time being instead of this.

Hurt by what that man said you went to one of the rooms and locked yourself within ignoring the angered voice of your mother that it was uncalled for even when stressed and even to a young child at that and that he should apologize to you for what he said.

You never liked that new boyfriend, he was nice to you when your mother was there but he often acts like a different person when she isn’t there as if done with everything. Your mother was surprisingly a rather rich work-at-home lady and after her divorce from your father she started to look around. Most of the relationships never went more than a few months.

But her boyfriend now they have been dating for around 8 months now and your mother who bought a home around a village thought it was a great idea to live there with her boyfriend and you. She was a hopeless romantic really and thought that romance in the countryside would be a delightful experience.

So here you are now, you said goodbye to your friends in the city promising to phone them when things get settled in and also the neighbors that always gave you cookies and snacks. You already missed the black cats that you always feed when you come back from school.

There were around 6 of them and they would always be waiting for you to come home, lazing around the small garden you had in the old home. They were always so sweet to you and would let you pet them. (Your mother and her boyfriend weren’t allowed tho, they would always hiss at them even more so to the boyfriend come anywhere close and claws are out.)

Cleaning your face from the dry tears after calming down, you looked around the room you stumbled in. White walls coloured yellow from how old the place was, the furniture looked as if they were caked with dust, there was an old clock on the wall, two chairs and a table, a mirror and that’s kinda it. The room wasn’t lit by the small chandelier in the room but the rather big window the room had.

You walked around careful not to touch anything when you noticed a small door covered by the old wallpaper. Walking up to it you noticed that the edges were clawed so that it would be easier to open. You grabbed the handle and tugged but it was locked.

“Hmm…” You tilted your head and looked around searching for a key when you noticed something on the corner of the windowsill, a golden key. You grabbed it and hoped that it was the right key to the small door and when you poked the wallpaper covering the keyhole with the key and turned only to hear a click sound you brightened.

Opening the door you gasped, behind the door was a glowing red tunnel. You were hesitant but your curiosity got the best of you and you looked at the big door where your mother and her boyfriend was then the small door and crawled in.

You reached the other side and in front of you was another door, you pushed the door that was blocking your way and was greeted with a bright light stinging your eyes a bit.

“Hng..” You covered your eyes.

“Our little Chibi is here! See I told you Suke-chan she would come!”

Suddenly you were picked by a pair of strong arms, you narrowed your eyes to stare at the person who picked you up. A man somewhere in his mid-twenties was holding you by the wait, grinning at you. “You have been keeping us waiting for too long, Tachi-chan should have lunch ready by now!”

You screamed and tried to push the man who was holding you away but the man would not budge stronger than you he kept you in his arms. “There there, Chibi-can! Heh, you should not do that. What would happen if you fell from my arms!? No, no, you must stay still.” The man said coyly, with a grin on his face as he rubbed his cheek on yours. “After this let’s play a game alrighty?”

“She should have her nap, you know she is still young Shisui.” Another man said right beside you and the older man. He looked rather annoyed but his features softened when he looked at you, patting your head carefully as if you were glass but still wanting to show his care. The boy looked to be in his teens.

“You are no fun Suke-Chan! But yes our little chibi must sleep so that she can be healthy!”

You looked at the two affectionate men alarmed, what alarmed you even more scared was their features. They had pale skin and black locks of hair, handsome maybe you were unsure when you looked at their eyes… well buttons for eyes. They were black but with the right lighting, they turn red.

“Who are you?” You finally asked. “Awww Chibi-chan forgot us, how could you..” the man holding you said, tightening his hold over you and starting again to rub his cheek to yours. “I am Shisui, that is Suke-chan.”

“It is Sasuke.”

“Yeah whatever, but you are also gonna be meeting your other brothers Itachi, Obito and Tobi also your uncle Madara!” Shisui explained they walked down the stairs as you looked around awed by how pretty the place was. It looked similar to your new home but bigger with extra rooms and unlike your home, this place was decked with pretty decorations, elegant wallpaper and furniture.

“She is awake!!” “Baby sis is awake!” You heard a happy scream and snapped your head to where the sound was coming from and saw two young boys who looked to be around 14 years old looking at you with excitement or so you think, as one had a mask on his face. Both ran towards you and Shisui who didn’t let them take you from his arms even when they grabbed you by the legs to drag you down.

You yelped in fear of falling and tightly grabbed Shisui’s neck scared. You heard Shisui “tut, tut,” at them and that they scared you and that they should apologize to you. The two young boys looked at each other then at you who held on to Shisui’s neck, the smile on his face and Sasuke’s glare towards him went unnoticed.

“Sorry lil sis I got too excited.” “Tobi is also sorry sister! Tobi and Obito are sorry..” The two apologize.

You looked at their eyes, again they are buttons it made you scared but at the same time, you felt a familiarity towards them that your child brain can't explain. Have you met them before? But you don’t remember…

Suddenly you were taken into the arms of another person, surprised you yelp but were unable to hold on to Shisui, you looked at the man who held you. The man looked older, maybe in his 30s? He looked at you with a soft smile on his face, eyes are button eyes but you saw a tint of red from the black.

“See Izuna, Chibi-chan likes me more!” Shisui said, his tone complaining as he tried to grab you again only for Izuna to turn and dodge him, keeping you away from him. “Do not joke around like that, our little darling likes me more than you.” You looked at the man’s face again, huh?

“Right?”

This time the two younger boys yelled “No, Lil sis like me!” Obito yelled no liking that you were being taken by someone else like this. Tobi felt the same way and also started to complain, “Sister likes Tobi more than uncle Izuna and Shisui nii-chan!”

“What are you talking about?” The sudden hash tone made you flinch and almost everyone noticed it. Izuna placed your head on his chest cooing you that it was okay and that Sasuke just didn’t know how to control his emotions.

“Awww you scared Chibi, Sasuke~” He teased, but his eyes flashed red as if warning. You saw it and felt your blood run cold. You were scared. Sasuke thought that reaction was for him and flinched, he looked down, unable to look you in the eye. “I am... sorry…”

“Sasuke can be a little sharp around the edges but he cares about you darling,” Izuna said to you. You, unable to do anything really just quietly nodded, the members of this house took that as a sign that you forgave Sasuke who brightened a bit.

You were taken to the kitchen and placed on a chair as Izuna took a seat beside you and so did the rest, the seat beside you was left empty but your eyes were on the man opposite to you who looked like he was in his late 30s with very very long spiky hair. He had a smirk on his face and was intimidating even with those button eyes.

“You are scaring her, Madara nii-san.” Izuna spoke towards the man. The man, Madara grunted and continued to stare at you.

Right after that, another new person walked in holding two plates in his hands. He looked young, maybe in his 20s and besides his button eyes his features softened when he saw you.

“What are we eating Tachi-chan?” Shisui asked curiously, watching as Itachi placed the food down. You gasp when more food and plates appear out of thin air and fill the table. In your head this was magic and your eyes sparkled at the sight.

You heard a chuckle and you looked up to see the person who placed the food down looking at you with a small smile on his face. He poked your head with two fingers before seating down right beside you.

“They are our little Imoto’s favorites,” Itachi replied, placing food in your plate, little of each but enough to fill the plate. You hesitantly thank the man and carefully start to eat, you were unsure in the beginning but to deny your favorite food is difficult.

As you ate the man continued to place food on your plate while the others all watched. If you will look at them they would look the other way as if they didn’t want to get caught staring. The ones who didn’t turn away were Izuna who always smiles when you two lock eyes, Itachi who patted your head and poke your head and the man in front of you who continued to stare at you with a smirk on his face.

At the end of lunch, you stood up and announced that you will be going back home and for the first time you saw all of them look at you with a displeased expression and even angry faces. “Here is your home,” Sasuke said, annoyed that you would want to go back there.

“Huh? But mom would be looking for me..” You said thinking about your mother who might be looking for you.

You were swept off your feet by Madara. His button eyes which used to be black were pure bright red as if angry. “You are not allowed to go back. You are within my territory and I will not allow you to go back to those people. That woman is selfish and blind while her partner is annoying and disgusting.”

Madara kept you in his arms as you pouted at the man who tightly held you on your legs. “But-”

“Do not make your father mad at you.”

You blinked at him, what? “Father?”

He huffed at you, his face somewhat annoyed but there was a glimmer in his button eyes as if amused when you called him father.

“She is my daughter, Madara nii-san, didn't you say that you will be the uncle?” Izuna cut in angrily glaring at Madara for what he said, he was supposed to be the father here not Madara!

“Well, I am the father now. But anyway you are not allowed to return.” “But-”

“Waaaahhhh, Tobi doesn’t want Sister to leave Tobi!”

“Little sis, you were supposed to play with me later! Why would you want to go back!”

“Hn, you are not going.”

“Chibi-chan you are not allowed to go back~ If you try you will be punished.”

You tilted your head, but you really want to go back home. Suddenly you were taken away and into the arms of Itach who overlooked you in concern. “I wanna go back home…” You whined.

Itachi had a sad look on his face but using his free hand he carefully closed your eyes, saying “It is nap time, we will talk about this late Imoto.”

You wanted to deny those feelings, you wanted to yell that you were not sleepy but all too soon sleep took you and you leaned on his arms. Letting darkness take you quietly.

You opened your eyes and in front of you was the old wallpaper that belonged to your new home. You looked around you were sleeping on a couch your mother was beside you standing and calling someone, most likely the moving company.

You looked around and everything was dusty and old, different from your dream. Rubbing your eyes landed on a familiar black cat, huh?

Your eyes glittered when you saw more black cats hiding from your mother but looking right at you as if waiting. You stood up and walked towards them, they started to lead you somewhere, to that old room.

You watched them walk into the small door one by one and you curiously looked in, wondering if your dream was actually real. You weren’t fast enough to dodge a hand that grabbed you on the wrist and pulled you into their world and this time you are not getting away.

“____?” Your mother called looking around for you after she finished the call. The small was slammed shut, locked, and would most likely never be opened again.

OH MY IRENE I JUST REREAD THE BAKUGO AND DEKU FANTASY AU FIC AND THEN I GET A NOTIF THAT SOMEONE SAID IT WAS GOOD

THE COINCIDENCE!?!?!

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There are no coincidences. Who knows, maybe you manifested it or something. Either way, I’m glad that you liked the fantasy bakudeku au enough to reread 🥰

yandere! merman!chu wanning with a male!researcher!reader scenario

Warnings: Canon Divergence/Alternate Universe, Obsessive behavior, implied bullying, and OOC.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, welcome to the White Husky and His Pet Cat Shizun ficlet that I collaborated with the talented @berrypuddingpwease a while back. Definitely check out their blog if you are interested in this series, or others such as Heavenly Official's Blessing.

So without further ado, sit back, relax, and enjoy! :)

It hadn’t been that long since the merfolks first made contact with the humans, and definitely not enough time for any self-respected scholar to drop everything and study them. Whether it was blessing in disguise or simply dumb luck, you, a leading researcher in xenobiology, volunteered to be the one to carry out the task.

You would live in a small cottage overlooking the sea, near a merfolk’s nest, though you weren’t sure if that is even the correct terminology to use to describe their habitat. It would probably be better to use the terms  lower world and higher world. After all, the merfolks still maintained a cautious line of behavior and were not truly ready to meet any humans, much less a researcher who would be documenting everything about them for the next six to seven months. Thank goodness for generous and curious sponsors. 

Your territory covered a choppy part of the sea, although it is technically under the water. Beneath the waves were beautiful reefs and unusual marine life forms, most of which had not been discovered yet by other biologists, until now. Although you were cautious when diving, the merfolks had warned you about the others living in the lowlands and not to remove anything from their environment unless there was consent from the leader. You began to spend less time swimming in unknown territory and more time on land to communicate with the merfolk who were willingly to participate in a mutual research experiment, all in the name of learning how to coexist with one another. 

The merfolks’ settlement was called the Summit of Life and Death. While you were not well acquainted with the other merfolk, it wasn’t your place to judge why they named certain landmarks or customs that were part of their everyday life. 

However, from the small group of merfolk who were willingly to communicate with you, there is one who kept coming back even when he did not seem like a friendly one at all. His name was Chu Wanning, and his physique resembled more of a shark than a merman with his silver tail that reflected golden right beneath the rays of the sun and his thin, sharp facial features. His eyes were the most fascinating feature of him, in your opinion; the inky irises resembled an eternal winter, or a phoenix who could not be reduced to ashes even if he were at death’s door. 

You did your best to keep your questions as brief as possible while giving him as much personal space as needed so he did not feel more uncomfortable than he already did, though you were always excited to see and talk to him with each passing day. Chu Wanning might believe those lovely webbed hands of his were too ugly for any human to see, but not you. They could not possibly be dry or unpleasant to the touch. Neither could the merman himself, this creature who appeared to have been carved from marble and given life, cold and beautiful. This strange, aloof merman who always maintained eye contact when speaking to you and exchanged information about his culture and customs, but never anything personal. You would never dare to cross that line when he has already given you so much, his words slowly filling the pages of your research journal. 

You did not know what it meant for him when he brought a small group of younger mermen with him on your next visit, but this unexpected development did allow you to interact with the most sociable, talkative, and shameless mermaid you have ever met: Mo Ran. 

Unlike his peers or his mentor, the scales of his obsidian tail shimmered beneath the sunlight as a light shade of crimson. Apparently it was very rare for someone of the merfolk to possess such a dark colored tail as Mo Ran did. Other clans speculate it is a sign of a terrible omen to befall upon those closest to them in the distant future. While he said this with a casual smile, waving it off as superstition…you could see the faintest glimmer of sadness in his eyes, and the way he looked at one of the other mermen, Shi Mei, you believed was his name. 

“If it means anything, coming from a human…I believe your tail is very beautiful.” You said, smiling softly as your deft fingers flipped to another empty page, steadying the pen in your hand. “What else can you tell me about the courting customs between the merfolk?” 

“Why do you want to know so much about us anyway?” He fired back, face flushed, no doubt from exposure to the sun. “Do you plan on courting that cold-hearted bastard? You know it’s forbidden for a merman to interact with humans, much less fall in love with them.”

Your brow disappeared into your hairline at his words. “Chu Wanning has been nothing but polite and cordial towards me in this experiment.” You answered carefully. “Furthermore, all of this information will be collected in a book to share with fellow scholars. If there is anything that he does not wish for me to share with the world, I will gladly omit it. I will not jeopardize our…tentative relationship, for a rise in status. There are more important things in life than being a renowned researcher, you know.” 

Mo Ran just stared at you with a stupefied expression. Perhaps he believed you had ulterior motives, another selfish reason why you would even bother doing all of this. Perhaps he thought you were the oddest human you had ever met. Perhaps this is the first time he had someone speak about his master without any animosity, or any animosity towards his kind. Either way, you hoped he was satisfied with your answer. And he seemed to be, or just decided to change the subject by going into excruciating detail about the courting rituals of mermaids. He was about to sing into your tape recorder and provide an example of the bawdy love poems that were performed by the males to their intended mates, when Chu Wanning suddenly appeared behind the young shark.

He seemed…quite furious. He didn’t even give the poor thing a chance before he lectured the daylights out of Mo Ran, going so far as to say that mermaids do not sing such shameless lyrics unless they are actually desperate to attain the affection of their desired mate, even when they rejected them for whatever reason.

Mo Ran glared balefully at his master for a long moment, then spared you one more glance before he disappeared beneath the white-capped waves with a flick of his glistening tail. 

To your shock, the great Chu Wanning lowered his head and apologized for his disciple’s behavior, promising to punish Mo Ran for acting so unsightly. 

“It’s quite alright, really.” You reassured him quickly. “He wasn’t being disrespectful, he was….very honest. And he kept me company. Though, if I may be so bold to say this, I do enjoy your company quite a bit more than Mo Ran’s.” 

You said, smiling at him, glancing down at your journal briefly to flip to a crisp, new page. “So, where did we leave off from our last conversation? I believe it was something to do with the mythology behind the summit’s origins?”

“…Mn.” 

You took the singular syllable as confirmation, your grin stretching from ear to ear in utter delight and anticipation. What you did not realize back then, your head being so wrapped up in possible theories and many other ideas, is that your companion was physically and mentally relieved to know that you were not besotted with Mo Ran in any manner beyond a scholarly fascination.

It eased his mind tremendously, because he has already begun to secretly make the necessary arrangements to commence a courting ritual of his own. Obviously, you were the one he wished to serenade. The desire to claim you and present all of the treasures in the world at your feet…it’s suffocating, but in such a lovely way that it sent pleasant tremors up his spine at the thought of being your mate, husband, whatever you prefer to refer to a lifelong companion by human terms. 

After all, that’s why you had continued to actively seek him out ever since you have arrived, is it not? Because you see him as not someone who is coveted for his strength and position as the master of Sisheng Peak, but someone who yearns for love, and you believe he is worthy of love and being loved in return even when he is an imperfect, disgusting creature.

Right? 

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yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], obsessive behavior, implied violence, implied emotional and physical abuse, implied brainwashing, knowledge based on spoilers from the first two episodes of the 2024 series.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only Radio Demon, Alastor! This is a collaborative piece written with @isuckatwritingsobenice, whom I share a mutual adoration for Violet Evergarden, the anime and titular character who is in my humble opinion, one of the best written female protagonists I have seen in anime.

As always, bullying is not tolerated here. If you have nothing nice to say, please do not say it. Furthermore, if you believe the warnings listed above will make you uncomfortable, please leave now.

For those who have decided to stay, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going for tonight's broadcast :)

Alastor is someone who thrives on entertainment and chaos. Seeing the scourge of Hell striving to redeem themselves in Charlie’s hotel, only to fail as soon as they gave into the vices they’ve been trying to cure themselves of? That’s the only reason he agreed to help the princess with her passion project. He needed some inspiration after lacking it for so many decades! 

When you had arrived at the hotel with nothing except the clothes on your back and a suitcase that protected your precious Remington typewriter, the Radio Demon would not deny that he was amused to see a sinner who actually saw his advertisement on the television. After all, no one was taking Charlie seriously, and who would? Apparently you did, but for a different reason: you were looking for a job, a purpose. You said so in the interview, and you were willing to learn. When Vagatha asked what would be considered a flaw in your work ethic, you took off your leather gloves and showed her and Charlie  the alloy prosthetics that acted as your new limbs after losing them in the war.

Why you still had them and why your appearance was wholly human, you did not know. Would this be considered a flaw? You were not sure either. You are still learning about modern technology, especially the handheld devices called cell phones. 

Although the staff was in dire need of someone who could advertise the Hazbin Hotel on the Internet, the princess found something you could do and might be adequate at: gardening. More specifically, being the hotel’s groundskeeper. Someone who can maintain the hotel’s outward appearance and make sure the hell-grass or weeds don’t  get too out of control. You stood up from your seat, feet planted together and saluted Charlie, promising that you will do your best in a monotone voice.

The poor dear did get a little flustered from your actions, but Vagatha did not seem to mind, asking you to follow her upstairs so that she could show you your new room and give you the key. Your first day will be tomorrow. 

Oh, this will be fun~! Alastor thought with a wide grin. Someone new to antagonize and watch fall into the fiery pits of failure! Husk was starting to bore him anyway. 

And he was not disappointed. 

He saw you struggle with holding a garden spade, laying down carpets of fresh grass neatly without trying to crush it between your prosthetic limbs, carrying fertilizer and what flowers to plant! These entertaining events happened within the first week of being here. Is he sorry that his shadows purposely swapped the fertilizer bags and replaced the seed bags to plant roses with rat bait? Absolutely not! 

The more chaos that he created, the more entertained he will be. The anticipation to see you crumble from the pressure and expectations of dear Vagatha and Charlie is almost palpable, he couldn’t wait! 

However, you were not someone who gave up as easily as he hoped you would. 

You kept showing up every day at the exact time, and worked in the garden until Niffty had to drag you inside to have lunch. Then you stayed outside for a bit longer, making sure everything was ready for the following day. You even tried to help out in the kitchen, though you were still struggling to properly hold a knife and chop up vegetables for his jambalaya or cracking eggs in a bowl to help Niffty bake a cake at nine o’clock in the evening because she was bored and wanted something sweet. 

You carried heavy crates of liquor for Husk and even massaged his temples when he complained of a headache. When you discreetly switched out the liquor in his booze for water one time he held a grudge against you for pulling that stunt for almost a week. He eventually forgave you by preparing a Shirley Temple on the house after you politely rejected a whiskey on the rocks because you did not drink alcohol. 

Sir Pentious, the wannabe overlord, was utterly fascinated with your prosthetic limbs and had asked you to let him examine them. That comment earned him a low, menacing growl from Vagatha, spear in hand. The Egg Bois seemed to like you well enough that they tried to help you out in the garden when all they really did was make your job a bit harder. You still thanked them anyway. 

Angel Dust tried to take you shopping for a new wardrobe since you always wore the same outfit every day, but his definition of fashion bordered on risque and flaunting his assets. You were not here to flaunt your appearance, you were here to work, but you thanked him anyway. When he came back to the hotel, staggering inside on wobbly legs and his face covered in black-blue bruises, you were the one who caught him and helped him settle on a table as Husk pulled out a first aid kit. You allowed Angel to put all four of his arms around you and cry on your shoulders, carefully placing your skeletal prosthetics around his back. 

How is it that a single sinner could empathize with everyone here except him? 

This singular thought, this curious idea, is what motivated Alastor to find out more about you. And there is no else in Hell who can spill the tea on someone as accurately as his dear friend Rosie. 

A trip to Cannibal Colony was in order~!  So he did go there, proclaiming he’ll be back before dinner and ignoring Vagatha’s cursing as well as the princess trying to calm down her short-tempered lover. 

As it turned out, he had heard about you, it’s just that the topic in question did not interest him at the time. Rosie conjured up some old newspaper clippings, pointing at the image of you fighting against an exorcist in hand-to-hand combat during the Extermination. This article had been written five years ago, and the one before that? Three years ago. It seemed like you were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you fought back because that is what your life had been before; surrounded by violence, vanquishing enemy forces when they crossed your path. Yet when you did make an appearance, everyone in Hell clamored for any scraps of information. Anything to find out who is the mysterious sinner who looked like a human and could rip off an exorcist’s head bare-handed. 

Now, you were staying at the hotel trying to put whatever remained of your afterlife together. That is your true purpose and now the Radio Demon knew. 

Alastor thanked Rosie for the information and the company, leaving Cannibal Colony in a merry mood. Everything was in place. Everything made perfect sense now.

If you were looking for a way to be useful in his newest project, he can make that happen. All he needs to do is nudge you in the right direction without Charlie and Vagatha around.

They are adorable when they are taking turns being a guard dog around you, you sweet little darling~. 

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