Genre; Utter tooth-rotting fluff, comedy dare I say
Word Count; 1.7k
Warnings; briefest mentions of murder, alcohol
Pairings; Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Aroace!Reader
Y’all loved the first one of these I did… it was literally the biggest initial reception one of my stories has ever gotten, so thank you all for that and for all your lovely comments, they are very much appreciated!! I have now written Another One – this time, it’s just two aroaces being clueless together, and me trying to be funny. Can be considered a part two to Place of Safety, but doesn’t have to be. Oh and gender neutral reader as always, and no season two spoilers. Again, you of course don’t have to be aro or ace to read, please enjoy!
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It was a slow day at the hotel. No imminent crises or life threatening emergencies, just everyone hanging out together. You had your back to the bar and a drink in hand, largely zoned out of Angel and Husk’s conversation – though Angel occasionally showed you a photo of a new animal they’d found on Earth, wanting you to back him up against Husk in agreeing they were all very cute. The harmless back and forth between the two of them was also pretty cute, if you thought so yourself. You wouldn’t risk saying it out loud though.
A faint noise of static rose up beside you and Alastor materialised from his shadows on the next bar stool over. He was humming a tune you often heard on his lips, the chorus of Fred Astaire’s Puttin’ on the Ritz. Alastor had never really changed with the times in the almost-a-century following his death, and it made going out to a jazz club with him feel like stepping into a time machine. You loved it. Some proud shard of your soul also loved that he’d take you with him, for a night of fun and chatting to his friends, without ever expecting anything more. Those nights out were the most comfortable ones you could ever remember experiencing, because you knew you could trust Alastor absolutely and that no one would bother you while you were with him.
No one who wanted not to die a second time, that was.
The murderous tendencies were a slight issue for you, but you could rationalise them scarily effectively. You were already in Hell anyway, and what he did when you were out together was to protect you (and his reputation, admittedly). But that was more than you could say for just about anyone else.
“What are you thinking about, my dear?” Alastor asked, tilting his head towards you.
No doubt you looked quite far away, you realised, and laughed to shake yourself out of your head.
“Just the song,” you told him.
“Hm, yes. It’s a good one, isn’t it? You know, I met him back in ’32.”
Alastor’s grin kicked up a notch at the way your eyes widened.
“Really? Fred Astaire?”
“Well, of course,” he cooed. “Don’t look so shocked, I was quite famous during my time on Earth.”
“No I know, I just…” You couldn’t keep your own grin in check. “That’s so cool.”
Alastor huffed a laugh – you and your modern terminology. But he laid his cane aside, stood, and offered you his hand.
“May I have this dance?”
You had already jumped out of your seat, ignoring the generous roll of Husk’s eyes and the decidedly suggestive raise of Angel’s brows.
“Now?” You asked, and Alastor hummed his agreement.
He snapped his fingers and a gramophone materialised, the trumpets quickly announcing the start of the song. Alastor led you perfectly around the hotel lobby, his steps smooth and energetic. You tried to keep up with him as best you could, which was an impossible feat. But you had danced to this type of music together often enough that you had at least some idea what was going on. Your fumbling led to no end of missteps, but Alastor was good enough that he could turn your every mistake into a new move – all absolutely in time, of course.
You laughed on every swing and spin, tried to keep your feet out of his way, and could hardly breathe by the end of the two and a half minutes. Alastor, naturally, wasn’t at all out of breath. You were still laughing at your big finish, your arms thrown wide to impress an imaginary audience.
“Not too bad, my dear,” Alastor told you just a little mockingly, greatly enjoying the entertainment you provided by trying to get your lungs to work.
You scoffed, jokingly shaking your head. Alastor bowed – mocking or not was up for debate – and offered you his hand again to lead you back to the bar. He insisted you sit first, then ordered you both a drink from Husk as if you were actually out somewhere. Your snort of laughter was anything but graceful. You apologised to Husk for Alastor’s show, but he just grumbled somewhat un-seriously about the poor treatment he received. His quick wink told you he wasn’t really upset.
Your lips had no sooner touched your glass than Charlie materialised behind you, all but vibrating with excitement. Her good mood was largely directed at Alastor of all people, who was putting on an excellent performance of understanding what was happening. You were a little clueless yourself, but the difference was that it was probably written all over your face.
“You guys, that was so sweet!” She squealed, looking between you and Alastor like she’d won the lottery.
Alastor’s smile tightened just a fraction, so subtle that Charlie would have never noticed. It was a sign of confusion, in this instance. You gave her a big smile, though you weren’t any better off than him.
“The, uh… the dance?” You attempted, proven right when Charlie literally jumped up in the air in excitement.
“Yes!” She exclaimed. “And Alastor, I just want to say I’m so happy for you! It’s so great to see you with someone.”
You turned towards him as he faced Charlie more directly.
“Aha, well my dear, a good many of my friends ended up down here. I do not often find myself without company unwillingly.”
That was a fair comment – he was actually a bit of a socialite.
“Oh, of course,” Charlie enthused, “but it’s just so nice to see you with someone. I’ll admit, I didn’t really see it coming, but you two are so great together,” she continued, turning her attention on you.
It was your turn to offer up a fake laugh, more confused with every new word she spoke.
“You… you know we go out dancing together,” you said warmly, trying not to upset her when she was clearly so pleased about something involving you both. “I know my skills are a bit lacking compared to his, but did you really think I hadn’t picked up anything at all?”
It was clearly phrased as a joke, and Alastor was more than willing to join in.
“I don’t think you’re quite a lost cause yet, my dear,” he chimed, “it might take a few decades for you to catch up with me, but we have time.”
"Well, aren't you just such a gentleman," you crooned softly, your grin sharp enough to match Alastor's own.
“Awwwww!”
You couldn’t call to mind another time you’d heard a person produce such a high pitched sound. Charlie was looking between you both like you were giving her the cutest puppy to have ever lived.
“You guys, you’re just… oh, I never thought I’d see you both being so sweet!”
You tilted your head as if that would somehow help you understand what was going on.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I just – you make such cute partners!”
Alastor raised a brow at you, successfully conveying the sentiment of what? You subtly shook your head. You hadn’t a clue.
“Maybe you and Vaggi should try a jazz club, if you enjoy watching the dances that much,” you suggested, “I’m sure Alastor could suggest a good one.”
“Oh, thank you! Jazz isn’t really our thing, but you’re right – we haven’t been out for a while, and I’m sure Vaggi would love the idea of going out dancing somewhere.”
You frowned. What the hell was she talking about? You went to say something else, but Husk interrupted before you had the chance.
“I can’t watch this shit a second longer,” he groused, walking out from behind the bar. “You two,” he continued, pointing an accusatory finger between yourself and Alastor, “you’re impossible. I can see why you get on with each other so well.”
Angel glanced back and forth between Husk and the two of you, like he was working something out. Then, the penny dropped.
“Wait,” he said to Husk, “you mean they ain’t-”
“No,” Husk growled. “They ain’t.”
Angel’s mouth dropped open.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. Princess, quit while you’re ahead; they’re a lost cause.”
Husk was all ready to walk away, but you stopped him before he had the chance. You needed to understand what was happening.
“Wait, we’re not what? What do you mean we’re a lost cause?”
Angel started laughing, resting a hand on Husk’s shoulder.
“Oh my god you’re right,” he chuckled, leaving you still entirely in the dark.
Husk growled to himself, glaring alternately at you and Alastor.
“You’re not going out together, dating. Whatever it is you kids call it nowadays.”
Alastor choked on his drink. You sat down again, utterly bemused.
“Dating? Who said anything about dating?” You asked, only for Charlie’s face to fall spectacularly.
“Wait. I – you’re not… But you didn’t correct me when I said you were partners!” She exclaimed, heat rising to her cheeks from her mistake.
“Did you not mean dance partners?” Alastor drawled, and that was the point at which Angel lost it.
He started full on cackling, eventually ending up curled up on the floor and clutching helplessly at his ribs. You could practically hear Husk’s eyes rolling this time.
“No, she didn’t,” he muttered, before leaving the rest of you to it.
Charlie looked frantic, her hands flying around as she tried to explain herself.
“I am so sorry, I had no idea – I, the way you were looking at each other-”
“How were we looking at each other?” You and Alastor asked in unison, equally clueless.
Angel gave a particularly loud guffaw, then hauled himself up off the ground.
“Don’t worry about it,” he got out past his grin. “C’mon Charlie, let’s go find the others.”
They walked off together, Charlie still apologising profusely. You shared a look with Alastor and agreed non-verbally that the last ten minutes had made zero sense to either of you.
“So, what was Fred Astaire like?” You asked, fully prepared to sit and listen to Alastor for as long as he would talk about him.
once keith falls, he falls hard. he’s the kind of boyfriend who will stand by his girl no matter what, ready to fight anyone who so much as looks at you wrong.
he’s not big on pda, but if you pay attention, he’s always near you. standing just a little too close, his pinky brushing against yours or hovering protectively when you're in a crowd.
before you got together, it was obvious that keith liked you. the way he’d glance at you when he thought no one was looking, how he’d get all defensive if someone teased him about you—it was painfully clear.
did you just compliment him? he’s red. you held his hand? he’s red. kissed his cheek? he’s malfunctioning. he can fight in intergalactic wars, but affection from his girlfriend? terrifying.
he's soft for you and ONLY you. keith has a reputation for being intense and broody, but the moment he’s with you, he’s a different person. he listens attentively, remembers little details, and has a softness in his eyes that no one but you gets to see.
he doesn’t hover, but he’s always aware of your surroundings. if you're walking together, he’ll unconsciously place himself between you and the street (sidewalk rule!) if you're sitting, his arm is draped casually behind your chair.
he’s not great at romantic speeches, but when he tells you he loves you, it’s with absolute sincerity. no hesitation, no doubt—just raw, honest emotion.
when he wants attention, he’ll just sit there, arms crossed, totally silent—waiting for you to notice him. if you asks what’s wrong, he just mumbles, “nothing,” while internally hoping you'll keep asking.
he gets jealous easily. if you compliment someone else’s piloting? guess who’s suddenly showing off in the simulator. if you're impressed by someone’s strength? he’s definitely upping his training routine.
he would fight for you. not just metaphorically. if someone disrespects you? keith is already rolling up his sleeves. “it’s fine, babe, i’m just gonna talk to them,” he says, while lance is holding him back.
Breath of… the Final Selection? | Chapter 5 | THAT TIME MICHAEL JACKSON WAS REINCARNATED AS A DEMON LORD | KNY + F! READER INSERT
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"Wait, so, you're saying I can go to the final selection?"
"Yes."
"Even if I didn't slice that rock in half?"
"That is correct."
You stare at the older man dumbfounded. You found it oddly convenient how Urokodaki was willing to let you go to the final selection, especially after you failed to slice your own stupid boulder. "Are you sure? This isn't a prank or anything right?"
He nods his head, "If it weren't for the fact that Tanjiro had passed the final test, I would not have allowed you to go to Mount Fujikasane."
Right...
"I trust that the two of you will be able to protect one another and that you both will make it back home alive."
Nodding your head vigorously in agreement, you cast your gaze toward the only other person in the room. Tanjiro was currently focusing on cutting his hair in preparation for the final selection.
Goodbye long-hair Tanjiro
Shortly after, Urokodaki walks back into the room with two masks in hand. “I have prepared these masks for the two of you to wear. They are called the mask of disaster prevention, they should help keep the bad luck away from you both.”
Kinda surprised I got one too. Too bad I won’t have it for long. It’s pretty…
Taking the mask offered to you, you examine its design. Like Tanjiro’s, and you’re assuming Urokodaki’s many other students, it was a hand-carved fox mask with pastel-pink flowers decorating its forehead, cheeks, and ears. The part around the eyes and mouth was a pretty gold color, and its mouth was similar to Makomo’s smiling one.
Aw, this is such a cute mask.
Sending a thankful smile to Urokodaki, you place the mask over your face. It fit surprisingly well, not feeling constricting at all. “How do I look?” You ask your scarred companion. “It suits you well [Y/N],” Tanjiro responds with a smile. Urokodaki interrupts the shared moment between the two of you, two blue haori with a cloud pattern in hand.
So it’s finally time
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The next morning came quickly, with Urokodaki waking both you and Tanjiro very early in the morning. The two of you rush to get dressed, putting on the haori that Urokodaki had given you the night before.
After giving Nezuko a heartfelt goodbye, Tanjiro, Urokodaki, and you made your way outside of your shared home. Urokodaki was quick to reassure Tanjiro over his worry about leaving Nezuko for a week. The both of you share a determined nod before turning to leave. As you ran away from the cabin, you gave your goodbyes to the man who had been teaching you the past few years. “We’ll be going now, Urokodaki-sensei!” As you both continue running, the older man waves you off, “Say hello to Sabito and Makomo for us!” Urokodaki’s arm freezes mid-wave, “Tanjiro… [Y/N]... How do you… Know the names of those dead children?”
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The sun had fully set by the time you and Tanjiro reached Mount Fujikasane. The two of you walked side by side, as you walked the path decorated with Wisteria trees. “Oh wow, Tanjiro! It looks so pretty! It’s almost like they’re glowing!” You exclaim your admiration for the beauty of the mountain. “Wisteria isn’t normally supposed to bloom this season,” he responds to you as he gently reaches toward the flowers.
Finally reaching your destination, the two of you are met with a massive group of people scattered around the meeting place. You quickly spotted Zenitsu and Kanao, the two sporting bright haori's as they stood separated from the other background characters people. It also wasn’t too hard to find Genya, his distinct mohawk helping him stand out from the rest.
“Greetings everyone,” the synced voices of the twins Oyakata-sama’s son and daughter called out to the group, catching everyone's attention. The black-haired child speaks first, “Thank you all for joining the final selection tonight. There are a lot of demons held captive on this mountain brought back by demon-killing swordsmen. They are unable to leave.” His younger, white-haired sister quickly picks up where her brother left off, “Because from the mountain foot to halfway up, there are a lot of demon-repelling wisteria that bloom all year round.” They now speak together, “However, from here on out, there are no more wisteria. Only demons. If you can survive here for seven days, then you pass the final selection.” After a brief pause, they finish off with a sentence that spiked your anxiety, “Now let the final selection begin."
With your heart racing, you give a quick glance at Tanjiro as he takes your hand and rushes into the mountain.
“Hey, hey, you go over there. I eat these two!” “Hell no, get out of here!” Two voices alert you to the incoming danger, two demons jumping into your view.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Demons! There are actual demons right in front of me!
As the two demons continue to argue over who got to kill you and Tanjiro, Tanjiro takes a stance, prepared to defend you both. “That’s my prey!” “Shut it!” They then turn to attack you both, “We’ll just decide it by whoever gets to them first!”
The two demons rush to attack you both, fear overtaking your body as the reality of the situation sinks in.
I’m going to die here.
“Haven’t tasted human flesh in such a long time!” You're frozen in fear. No matter how hard you try to move your body to defend yourself. Tanjiro gives you a glance of concern before taking a deep breath and quickly slashes the heads of both demons off. “[Y/N], are you alright?”
“I-” Your voice shakes as you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, “I’m okay…” Tanjiro shuffles closer to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself to do anything. I’ll keep you safe.” A sense of shame floods your body,
I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I just stood there while Tanjiro did all the work. What if I get in his way and get us both killed? All of our training would have been for nothing if we die here…
“No, next time, I won’t let you do all the work. Next time, I’ll be the one protecting you, okay?”
His look of concern shifts into one of kindness, “I’ll be counting on you then [Y/N].” Tanjiro's expression shifts back into one of sorrow as he faces the bodies of the demons he decapitated. As you observe him, you can see he's holding back tears, thinking to himself. He gives them a final prayer as their bodies quickly disintegrate into nothingness, their unfortunate souls being sent to hell.
"Tanjiro," You call out to him softly. "I'm alright, I just-" Tanjiro interrupts himself, covering his nose with his hands, a disgusted expression settling over him. It only takes the scream of a quickly approaching wannabe slayer for the smell to hit you.
╯‧⁚⁛⁙ ┉ self-aware!ghostface and the player headcanons | part 1/?
-> first things first, once danny breaks the fourth wall, good luck because bby that man will never leave you alone. he wants your attention on him and him alone. you either main him or risk getting your game glitched out til you do.
-> gets frustrated when you purposely let survivors go. this is not a charity party, this is a hunting trial. thinks you're going too soft and might honestly assume control of himself and take matters into his own hands if you keep it up.
-> depending on his mood, he might or might not care if you accidentally let some slip. it's okay hun everyone makes mistakes (but not 3 in a row). you're not like danny, a ruthless and cold-blooded murderer, so he understands. though if he keeps getting flashbanged he will take matters into his own hands again because he's trying not to go blind before his forties.
-> loves watching you scroll on your phone or eating when you're taking a break from matches. if you don't pay attention to him for long he'll start repeating his basic animations (stab stabby stab stab) until you look up and he can see those pretty eyes of yours again. ♡
-> absolutely despises when you switch to survivor. he doesn't get it. what do they have that he doesn't? what's the fun in being chased and hunted? he's so much more fun and entertaining- you can't just replace him like that.
->danny doesn't care about fashion or his appearance overall. his hair is often messy and with hits of dried blood here and there, and sometimes he forgets to wash himself after a kill but he loves when you buy him cosmetics. maybe it's the way your eyes lit up, or the small comments you make about how 'handsomely gorgeous he looks in red', and he craves that attention.
->believes you two are the match. no other killer or survivor could ever have what you and the ghostface have. his skills and your brains are the ultimate pair, any other could only dream of having a 'relationship' like the two of you have.
->snickers to himself as you make background commentary of how the trial is going, 'wow nea what was that?' 'damn are you just gonna leave your teammate die on first hook?' or his personal favourite... 'ace get your fucking ass off of the balcony right now'
->his dark, cold heart flutters in excitement as he hears you cheer after a 4k or after you get vengeance on some particular sassy survivors who think they can outsmart you. oh, how danny would love to see your hands covered in blood as you digged his blade into the corpses of-
->for now, danny will keep watching and testing his boundaries. his limits. watching you from behind a screen can only satisfy him for so long. he wants the real deal, he craves to feel you, your touch, the softness or roughness of your skin. he wants to show you that he's the only one good enough for you.
A/N: trying a new format of headcanons/stories hehehe
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I wanna read an x reader where the reader snuggles with the big, scary, slasher, rather than be fucked by them ruthlessly, but their fanbase likes the latter better, oh well.
I'm kidding around, you can like what you like, I just want to see some diversity in my readings whenever I read x reader mainly because they're the same, exact, thing EVERY TIME. And also beacuse I'm ace, and not attracted to things like that.
Im gonna scream if I see another fic labeled "x reader" but then the description/summary says sumn like Ophelia Hart comes back to Hawkins for summe-like pls💀
That isnt a reader insert. My name isnt ophelia and I'm poc, definitely not white.
Like please for the love of-
I can't stress enough how much I dislike character x oc fics. Especially one's that arent tagged properly. Absolutely no one scrolling the x reader tag wants to know about sammy smith, or jessica thompson, or natalie byers. Please just tag your fics properly. I'm sure there are plenty of people who enjoy reading oc inserts, for some fandoms I do. But please filter and tag your fics properly. Its frustrating and I feel so annoyed scrolling thru 1, 2-5, FIVE oc insert fics or fics of some other character before I even find an x reader.
Like I filter my tags, I do. But this one fic, wont say which, but this one fic had zero. ZERO, tags for anything oc related, even the pairing said x reader but I start reading? Suddenly my name is (insert name like Madison or Olive), Im apparently blonde and white. Like???🧍
A/N: This has an abrupt ending (I didn't feel like continuing). This is something I've been thinking about for months so I decided to just write it. Not sure if this has been done before, so if it has... whoops?
Btw let me know if you wanna see more of this :D
You didn't know how to feel, or how to think at the moment. It was as if your whole body just shut down at the sight of your best friend, no, that wasn't your friend anymore was it, the villain in front of you.
He was laughing manically like someone had just told him the funniest joke he's ever heard. Normally his laugh would bring you comfort. His laugh would have brought so much warmth to your chest as you stared at his face with a grin of your own.
But this wasn't normal. Nothing about this was normal.
Right in front of you was your best friend who you thought was dead. Your mind flashed to the image of his broken body, sprawled across the cold concrete after he had jumped off your old middle school's rooftop. The image of his still alive body groaning in pain even after he hit the floor. Your screams of agony and loss as you tried to reach him, Bakugo and his "friends" holding you back, shock and fear-ridden across their faces.
No, he had to be dead. There was no way he was alive. He literally committed suicide right in front of your eyes. So why? Why is he here? Why is he with the villains? With All for One?
You felt Bakugo's arms wrap around you, preventing you from falling to the ground. You both stared in shock as Midoriya Izuku, your best friend, stood, alive and well, laughing at the expressions you both were making.
"Ah, Kacchan! [Y/N]chan! It's really good to see you both! It's been a few months, hasn't it? You both go to UA now, right? That's great! I knew you could do it!"
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We all know Jack isn't the type to talk much without reason so you would enjoy each other's company in relative silence.
Not to say it's awkward, but after about a month of the same silence, you both got comfortable with how quiet things got.
I'd go so far as to say Jack seeks you out just for the silence you both know comes with being in each other's presence.
Now, since Jack can't exactly go out in public without everyone giving him strange looks or even freaking out, you tend to hang out in each other's rooms or the infirmary.
With how sensitive his senses are, especially his hearing, you guys tend to just read or get work/chores done together.
Very domestic between you guys!
When you guys do talk, it would mainly be about what the others have been up to, whether it be Ben doing something stupid and getting yelled at by Masky or a mission you went on with Toby where you almost got caught because he can't control when his Tourettes acts up.
Sometimes, Jack brings you things from his victims to give to you whenever you see each other.
From things like a jewelry box and its accompanying jewelry, some books and comics he thinks you'd like to read, video games you can play, some sweets he finds in their cabinets and pantry, and he even occasionally brings clothes he thinks you might like.
There are times when you both decide that taking a stroll in the woods would be a nice way to spend time together.
Jack likes to chase you as you run through the forest like you're prey, you both think of it as survival training.
It's good endurance training for you as well, especially since Jack is fast as hell when he wants to be.
After the adrenaline rush, you guys go to a clearing not far from the house and spend some time stargazing.
It's so peaceful and you guys are just so happy to be in each other's company.
He wouldn't trade it for the world and neither would you.
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