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deadghosy · 1 year ago

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Can you do more Hazbin Hotel x enderman reader? I'm obsessed with it. I love the idea.

Credit to the person who made the art, this is just how I imagine Enderman!reader to look like as a human. 🦆✨

MORE HAZBIN HOTEL X ENDERMAN! READER IMAGINES/HEACANNONS

imagine how reader is when they get pissed…they would just straight up punching shit just like the Enderman hits you in Minecraft 😭

I Imagine Charlie trying to make you do a eye contest with Alastor only for you to start tweaking and punch Alastor into a wall as Alastor only gives up a thumbs up while you sweatdrop putting on your blindfold as you try to pull out Alastor from the wall

I headcannon reader to always pat everyone’s head when they are at their full height. But at 6’5 they just pat their back like “good job buddy😐✨”

Imagine Lucifer and you wearing matching shirts that say, “if lost return to big boy” as your shirt says “I lost big boy”

Headcannon that Angel is your cuddle buddy because he likes how your arm is basically a pillow for you. And husk is your second cuddle buddy because of his fur and you like to pet him.

I imagine Angel trying to make you wear pink only for it to turn black when it fits your body. Angel gave you a “🤨 are you fuckin serious?” Look as you just shrugged with a “😐” face. I mean shit, if it fits. It fits.

I headcannon Enderman!Reader’s suit to be like the art but instead of those black things on it. It’s just slight purple sparkles on it to represent the purple pixels around them.

But definitely their second fit is a black vest and a white dress shirt with black slacks and black dress shoes. 🤨☝🏾 W FIT YOU GOTTA ADMIT!

Yk how Angel made that Snapchat post about you and you got death threats? Yeah well Valentino was the reason as he got mad that Angel “wasn’t paying” you as you were just working on the hotel

I imagine Enderman! Reader to be black coded just like how the art is above as the reader’s hair is always in dreads, cornrows, and twists. But never in an Afro state as it takes time to get the hair nice and soft (coming from a black writer….it literally takes an hour…)

I imagine you once teleported during your cuddle session between husk and angel. They were so confused they even searched your room only to find out you teleported on the top roof of the hotel during your sleep.

I imagine Valentino at least trying to ambush you to see why Angel is so happy to come to the hotel to see you again. Only for you to teleport out of his view every second. And the moth dude is like “shit! He’s onto me…” but really you are just bored asf and need some fresh air from the hotel air.

I can see nifty just minding her business when you lifted her up and croaked softly petting her head and sitting her down.

I headcannon Enderman! Reader’s room to be built from those block in the end so reader can feel the presence of his home in the hotel💗🦆

I imagine Velvette actually getting able to like post you on her fashion account as a mysterious person with your blindfolded looks. The girls dig for guys who seem mysterious.

Imagine Lucifer and you making each other building hobbies, like he makes you build him a duck as he makes you a sleeping mask just incase you don’t want to stare at someone’s face without your blindfold.

Headcannon on how fat nuggets like to cuddle against reader’s legs as reader was making a bed for fat nuggets to have a heater installed if the pig is cold.

Like…bro IMAGINE READER BENG SO PISSED THEY SUMMON THE MOTHER OF ALL…THE GUARDIAN OF THE END…THE ENDER DRAGONNN (dun x3 dramatically) maybe they would summon that during the battle between the angels and absolutely destroy their asses

I headcannon Angel once seen your mouth glowing purple when you unhinged your jaw to screech. He definitely asked before checking out your mouth which he could see in the back was glowing.

Since I headcannon enderman! Reader is black coded. They have a bonnet that was shipped from Velvette as they put it on and felt more comfortable sleeping ‼️💗

Who would be the first one to respond to you calling them: Lucifer, Charlie, Angel dust, husk, nifty, Alastor. And specifically in that order 🦆

I headcannon for Vox to try to always have you on his night show so he can show off his new “guest” being a new specie of demons.

I imagine sinners asking what ring (7 deadly sins) you came from and you are just like. “The end….i came from the end..” and now they are more confused than you when they asked where you came from

I headcannon reader’s nickemame is like, “ENDY, tall one, handsome, [actual nickname], weirdo, cutie, dad, fucker, bestie.” You can imagine who called you who which is kinda obvious…

I imagine Adam to make a lot jokes about you saying how freaky you are and how weird you are for not liking eye contact without your blindfold as you just stand there like “what’s for dinner…😐”

I can see you showing the egg boiz a picture of a ender dragon egg making them think they can have someone like them but also just like you

I can see you just standing there as everyone argues in the court because Charlie wanted you there since you don’t seem like a demon or angel. She tried to get answers but no one knew what you were.

Imagine modern au! Angel dust and you do tiktoks….because Angel dust forced you to be in his tiktoks as the others just watch trying to enjoy their summer vacation

I can see Adam hating how you aren’t pressed about what he says about you as you just stand there ignoring him.

Imagine you being sick and everyone stopping to make sure you are okay. (except for Alastor as he knows you will be better soon) Like the whole crew just starts to baby you and try to fix things you can fix but only fail.

Imagine reader with a baby ender dragon as a pet as reader whistle for the dragon to land on their shoulder or appear more bigger for it to protect you and the crew

I headcannon reader’s singing voice to sound decent with a little bit of deepness in it to mask out some things.

I imagine your full form if you were a demon or angel obviously an ender dragon lol 🦆

Imagine Pentious just pure on slithering around your body as you just sit down after a rough day of complaining by residents and their rooms.

I headcannon Lucifer to get on your shoulders to feel bigger for fun which make it seem so cartoony as one has a derpy smile while the other has a thumbs up and a “😐” face just staring blankly into people’s soul

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gemsandjunk · 1 year ago

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gotta say, I am Not A Fan of how "creators wouldn't be anywhere without their fans, therefore they are obligated to do everything the fans tell them to and are deserving of the harassment given if they refuse" is becoming an increasingly prevalent mindset within fandom

#maybe prevalent isn't the right word but ive seen this happen with two wildly different fandoms over the past two months and #im getting concerned #Ive seen people straight up refer to media as a product they paid for and they don't care if people lose their jobs to get what they want #ur not supposed to say that part out loud babe.#at least pretend you view creatives as anything more than a means to an end #nifty’s junk

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rikkahonyaku · 4 months ago

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Japan Housing Websites (part one)

Want to move to Japan? Me too! Lately I’ve seen a lot of Instagram pages dedicated to showing off cheap homes in Japan. These pages usually just link back to a Japanese real estate website, so I’d like to list some handy vocabulary to help you navigate the sites and find some houses on your own!

Note: This post was made with intermediate level Japanese learners in mind. It's meant to be a vocabulary list with visual examples, not an all-inclusive house buying guide. A complete list of vocab words can be found at the end of the post. For general website navigation, I’d recommend the RikaiChan / RikaiKun extensions which will display a translation of each word you mouse over.

What Websites?

I really like SUUMO, so that will be the site I use for the example pictures. But any website will have more or less the same words!

Navigating the Website

[ 1 ]　Creating an Account会員（かいいん）登録（とうろく）：Member Registration

[ 2 ]　Search探す（さがす）：Search / Find This word will come up a lot! The search function may also appear as... 検索（けんさく）：Search 物件（ぶっけん）検索：Property Search

Suumo has a nifty map on the front page. If you know the region you'd like to search in, you can choose it here.

[ 3 ]　Renting 借りる（かりる）：Rent (Borrow) 賃貸（ちんたい）：Lease / Rent

[ 4 ]　Purchasing買う（かう）：Buy

[ 5 ]　House Terminology If you've taken a Japanese class, you may have learned that the Japanese word for house is 家 or いえ. Unfortunately, this short and simple word isn't used much on real estate websites. The following terms are typically used instead.

一戸建て（いっこだて）��Detached Building A standalone house, as opposed to an apartment or condo.

新築（しんちく）一戸建て：New Buildings

中古（ちゅうこ）一戸建て：Old Buildings 中古 can mean "old", "used", or “secondhand”, none of which sound ideal, but all it means is that the house that has been lived in previously. This is where you find the cheap ones!

Finding Houses

Once you have the region and building type selected, you’ll see a new map you can use to select the prefecture. I'll highlight a few key search methods on this screen.

[ 1 ]　Search by Area（エリア）

Click on a prefecture to bring up a checklist of cities and districts. At the bottom of the list, you'll see two options: refining the search further or proceeding with the checked options.

「チェックした市区郡の町名��絞り込む」 "Narrow by town names of checked cities/wards/districts"

市区郡（しくぐん）："City Ward District" 町名（ちょうめい）：Town Name 絞り込む（しぼりこむ）：Narrow / Refine

「この条件で検索する」 "Search with these conditions"

条件（じょうけん）：Condition / Term

The orange number shows how many total properties were found with the checked selections. Click the blue search button if you want to jump straight to the houses without refining the search.

[ 2 ]　Search by Railway（沿線）or Station（駅）

Click on a prefecture to bring up a checklist of railways. At the bottom of the list, you'll see two options: refining the search further or proceeding with the checked options.

「チェックした沿線の駅を絞り込む」 "Narrow by stations of checked railways"

沿線（えんせん）：Railway / Track 駅（えき）：Station 絞り込む（しぼりこむ）：Narrow / Refine

「この条件で検索する」 "Search with these conditions"

条件（じょうけん）：Condition / Term

Once again, the orange number shows how many total properties were found with the checked selections. Click the blue search button if you want to jump straight to the houses without refining the search.

[ 3 ]　Search by Map（地図、ちず） Clicking here will open up a much more detailed map that you can scroll through! Definitely the easiest option, which is why I put it last. :)

The End.

Here's the complete vocab list for ease of viewing:

会員（かいいん）：Member 登録（とうろく）：Registration 探す（さがす）：Search / Find 検索（けんさく）：Search 物件（ぶっけん）検索：Property Search 借りる（かりる）：Rent (Borrow) 賃貸（ちんたい）：Lease / Rent 買う（かう）：Buy 一戸建て（いっこだて）：Detached Building 新築（しんちく）一戸建て：New Buildings 中古（ちゅうこ）一戸建て：Old Buildings 市区郡（しくぐん）："City Ward District" 町名（ちょうめい）：Town Name 沿線（えんせん）：Railway / Track 駅（えき）：Station 絞り込む（しぼりこむ）：Narrow / Refine 条件（じょうけん）：Condition / Term

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jyoongim · 1 year ago

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Alastor forces the reader into acting like his ideal domestic partner (even if they don't want to). Cooking (to his tastes), cleaning, gardening. Only allowed to have hobbies he approves of. Demanding they call him SPECIFIC nicknames he's pre-approved of.

Making the reader act as the 'perfect' wife, at least in his view of it, regardless of their genuine personality. To the point where he highly encourages the reader to treat Nifty and Charlie as daughters (though the Charlie part is probably just to piss off Lucifer).

Up to you wither or not readers actually agree with these ideals, and whether or not they get rewarded or punished.

A look into what being a perfect wife to the Radio Demon:

You made a simple deal with Alastor; Your soul for his protection and in turn you would be his perfect little wife.

Alastor’s deal came with a few expectations.

You were to always be by his side.

terms of endearment only “Dearest, Dear, Husband”, he didnt mind you saying his name, but he preferred you to address him as a wife would.

He let you take care of the doesmic aspects of the hotel; making meals, helping Niffty clean, and making sure everyone stayed in their place. You were a big help to Charlie.

You were to always dressed to impress; after you were his wife

Alastor didnt mind your fiery personality, but dont think you can just say anything to the demon.

Youre never far from a punishment if he deems it necessary.

Alastor loves to spoil you. You can have anything you desire if you choose.

You truly his favorite soul and he will make sure no harm comes to you.

Alastor would be damned if someone tried to take his little wife from him; after all, your soul was bound to him and he will do anything to keep it that way.

Life with the Radio Demon wasn’t as bad as many people thought.

#hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #jyoongim #Alastor fanfiction

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destinyisastar · 6 months ago

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I have an idea for you: How about a multivese divergence, something happens and through a tear in the fabric of space an alternate version of the alastor crashes into the original Hazbin Hotel, perhaps an angel! alastor. Imagine how funny it would be if this variant of Angel!Alastor started on top of the reader, since in Angel!Alastor universe there is no reader. Maybe the reader was those rare events that happen and not all universes have a reader...

((Note: perhaps both Alastors were yanderes by the reader))

Just the two of Us

Alastor x Gn Reader x Angel Alastor

(YANDERE)

Summary: An angel falls on you while you are walking back to the hotel and starts taking a liking to you. What happens when the Radio Demon starts to feel distaste towards this new guest?

More info: This was supposed to be uploaded a couple of days ago, but I was going through a bit of writer's block. I really liked this idea I hope I did you justice! This is a long one!

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“Good morning my wonderful listeners!” A voice speaks into a mic, “A gorgeous morning we are having here today in our beloved heaven!” The voice laughs. “Oh, I wouldn’t trade this view for anything in the world, wouldn’t you agree!?” A cheering track is played in the background.

“Now on to today’s activities! There will be a golden hour ceremony in well… in less than thirty minutes! Oh golly! You’ll need to get there quick before there’s no more space left! Ha-ha!!” The man flips through his scripts, “Here’s one that you all will enjoy, Miss Nifty is holding a cooking competition, the winner of the competition will be the rewarded with an opportunity to practice with the little angel herself. On to other news, the grand opening of Mimzy’s dancing parlor will be at six o’clock this evening! Be sure to have your dancing shoes on!” The man behind the mic continues to joke around before he checks his watch, “I believe its time for some music…Jazz for the soul… This is your host, Alastor! I’ll talk to you all soon!”

Alastor lets the jazz music play as he grabs his coffee mug and walks to the window in his radio station. As he takes a sip he watches as the Angels down below walk around, enjoying their afterlife. He smiles as he thinks about what he plans to do today when a small red spiral forms in front of him.

Alastor chokes on his coffee and punches his chest to calm himself.

“What in the heavens is this?!” He puts his mug down and tilts his head to the side. “What should I do with this?” A spark of curiosity flows through him, he decides to poke his finger through the spiral, and it suddenly grows larger.

Alastor jumps backwards, “Oh good lord!” He walks closer to the spiral and decides to just put his whole head through. Inside of the spiral is a red sky and down below that seems to be a city. There seems to be sparks flying, it almost seems like gunshots, down below. Alastor pulls himself back to his station.

The spiral is still there as he paces around the room. “Should I call somebody?” he questions himself. Alastor shakes his head.

Urgent.

He feels a sense of urgency pulling him to the spiral. Why? It doesn’t seem safe wherever it leads to, so why does he feel his legs pull him towards the spiral? He feels his wings stiffen.

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath, “Okay…. I’ll check it out and if doesn’t seem worth my while, I can just come back… at least I think so….” Alastor grabs his staff by his desk and walks to the spiral. “Alright… here we go.”

He walks through the spiral and begins to plummet down to the city below.

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“You were right Angel, that store really didn’t have anything good.” You say as you walk side by side with your friend, Angel Dust., as you head back to the Hazbin Hotel.

“I told ya to trust me toots, we should have just stuck with what we knew.” Angel sighs as switches his bags to his other hand. “But it was kinda worth it!” He says as he waves the bags in your face.

“That’s because you got everything for free! I just wanted to see if they had any earrings….” You look the through the small bag you had, “They are pretty, I just wish they had more of a selection…”

“Don’t sweat it, I got some for you too!” He grins at you.

“Aw than-” You get cut off when a body drops on you.

You face the ground with a heavy weight on your back, you hear Angel yelling at whoever was on top of you, pulling (throwing) them off of you.

With a groan you get up, patting yourself for any injuries, “What was that?”

“Don’t know, this freak just fell on you.”

Theres a man on the ground near the wall, he appears to have white wings…. almost like an angel….

The man gets up, “Ah, I’m so sorry for dropping in on you!” The man has yet to look at you, he pats himself down, reaching for his staff…. it almost seems familiar to you.

Finally, the man looks at you right in the eyes then looking you up and down, “My oh my,” He walks up to you taking your hand in his and bends down to press a tender kiss to it. “My apologies for “dropping in” on you! Ha-ha! Oh, where are my manners! My name is Alastor! Pleasure to meet you quite the pleasure! Maybe this is fate to fall upon such a gorgeous person such as yourself! Ha-ha!” “Alastor’s” wings puff up.

Both you and Angel freeze.

Angel speaks up, “What did ya say your name was freak?”

“My name is Alastor! Is this thing working?” “Alastor” taps his microphone staff.

The microphone seems to speak, “Yes! I heard you loud and clear!”

You release your hand from this so called “Alastor”, “Alastor?”

“Yes, my dear?” He answers looking at you with glee.

“Why…. why do you have wings?”

“Alastor” tilts his head at you and Angel, “Well I’m an angel! Oh, you know me Anthony, I always make sure your requests are always played, I even have my own radio show! Maybe you heard of me from there?!”

“AN ANGEL?!” Both you and Angel yell.

Onlookers nearby are now paying attention to all of you.

“Ah shit!” Angel Dust mutters, his mind seems to be somewhere else.

“W-well, Alastor we should get going!” You remove your coat and place it on “Alastor’s” shoulder to cover his wings. “Please keep this on for right now!” you whisper yell to him.

“Whatever for my dear?” Angel Alastor asks.

“Just…please! For me!?”

Angel Alastor nods, “Alright but where are we going?”

“W-we just need to get some place safer for you!” You pull Angel Alastor along with you on the sidewalk, “Angel! C’mon!!”

Angel Alastor escapes out of your grasp and instead gives you his arm to hold on to while you walk.

You stop to look at him but wrap your hand through his arm and keep going as Angel Dust walks in front of the both of you.

Angel Alastor smiles joyfully as he walks faster to keep up with your steps.

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In the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor sits in his chair in his radio tower as he waits for your return. Now, he wouldn’t say that he is desperate for your attention he just appreciates your presence. Yes, that’s it…. your presence is much more tolerable than the other pathetic sinners in this hopeless hotel.

At any moment now you will walk through the hotel’s doors. How does he know that? Well, let’s just say he has eyes everywhere. No, he’s not obsessed with you, why would you think that?

Alastor teleports his way to the lounge area of the hotel and takes a seat on his chair, waiting patiently for your arrival.

And arrive you do.

“Yo Charlie! You here!?” Yells out Angel Dust.

“Why are you yelling so early today?” Husk says from behind the bar.

Angel walks over to the bar and slams his hands on the table, “You ain’t never gonna believe this!” Husk pours him a drink and Angel chugs it down, “Alastor is an Angel!!”

Husk looks at him with a deadpan look, “Are you stupid?”

“NO! I’m being serious!”

“Have you had one to many drinks this morning, my friend?” Alastor says as he teleports himself to take a seat near Angel as Husk passes him a drink. “As you can see, I’m still here in all my glory Ha-ha!” Alastor grins.

Angel looks at him up and down, “Nah no way you had wings and everything!! And… you knew my…” He chugs another down, “Y/n! Get in here!”

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“Okay…this is the Hazbin Hotel… “Alastor”,” You lead Angel Alastor to the couch, “Sit here while I…. go get someone to help, okay? Do you want anything so drink?”

“No, but thank you darling! I’ll be fine!” Angel Alastor laughs.

“Who the fuck is that?” Husk spats out.

“See! That’s Alastor, well, Angel Alastor. Its freaky!!”

You walk up to the bar, gently placing your hands on the table, “Where’s Charlie?”

“She’s out with Vaggie, said something about convincing sinners to join the hotel.” Husk cleans some of the glasses but continues to take glances at the supposed “Angel Alastor”.

You sigh, “Okay…okay” You rub your temples, “Can I have a glass of water please, it’s for him…” Husk hands you the glass of water and you walk away from the group heading towards Angel Alastor, taking a seat next to him.

However, Alastor, the Alastor that sits by the bar… Alastor the Radio Demon… is seething. Of course, he is a bit curious seeing that this supposed “Angel Alastor” is another version of him, a version of him that has wings, white hair, and a staff eerily similar to his. Why are you sitting next to this fake? That fool is nothing like him.

“Here, have some water… you probably need it from falling from wherever you came from.” You pass him the water and he drinks it.

“Thank you my dear….” Angel Alastor looks around the room, “This is a darling little place you have here chère! But what exactly is this?” He turns to you.

“Oh! This a hotel ran by the Princess of Hell, Charlie, she’ll explain more once she gets here, I wanted to ask… how did you get here?”

Angel Alastor places his drink down on the table, “Well, I woke up as I usually do, then I went to my radio station…I was doing my usual routine, reading my scripts, telling everyone what the day had planned for them, after that was done I let some music play then I just walked around my broadcast room and suddenly this little spiral appeared right in front of me.”

“Spiral?”

“Yes, its was red and black… I gave it a small poke and it grew larger. I will admit, I got a bit curious about it, so I stuck my head in it.”

“You stuck your head in it? What if you got hurt?”

“Well, you know what they say curiosity killed the cat Ha-ha-ha!!” Angel Alastor jokes, “But in this case the cat lived! Oh-ho!” He begins to wipe a fake tear. “Once I stuck my head through the spiral, I saw a city down below and decided to take a look!”

You tilt your head to the side, “You wanted to take a look?”

“Yes!”

“That sounds silly.”

Angel Alastor laughs, “Now my dear I believe I told you my name already, what might yours be?”

“That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, it’s Y/n.”

“My, that’s a beautiful name…” Angel Alastor smiles at you sweetly, reaching for your hand.

Angel Dust walks over to the both of you and leans on the edge of the couch, “Listen…. “Alastor”, you called me “Anthony” … Why?”

Angel Alastor turns slightly towards Angel, “You look like Anthony, a fellow I know from heaven, he always calls in so his song can play, in fact,” Angel Alastor looks to the bar and points at Husk, “I also know someone that looks like that gentlemen as well, though he doesn’t look so…” Husk flips off Angel Alastor, “so off.”

Angel Alastor then turns his attention to… himself?

The Alastor at the bar grins, his smile stretches upwards, “And?” He taps his fingers on his staff, “What about me?” He tilts his head slyly.

Angel Alastor stands up, “Well, I’ll be…” He wipes his monocle with a handkerchief and his wings puff up slightly.

Alastor teleports in front of “Angel Alastor” from the shadows on the floor below.

Both Alastor’s tilt their heads, both hum, both grin at each other.

“Your me.” They both say in unison.

Alastor has a red and black color coordination (red being more dominate) while Angel Alastor has a white and blue color coordination (white being more dominate). They’re both similar. The only attribute that separates them both is the golden halo above Angel Alastor’s head along with the large wings on his back.

“So, you’re from heaven?” Alastor circles around this supposed Angel, “You said that there’s others that look like our spider fellow here and the drunk behind the bar…. Are they also angels?”

“They aren’t demons! Ha-ha! But I will say….” Angel Alastor looks down to you as you still sit on the couch, “I’ve never seen anyone that looks like you.” He smiles.

Alastor sneers for a moment but it was quickly replaced by a grin, “Well! Maybe they're in your hell! Did you think of that?!”

Angel Alastor pushes Alastor with his staff, “I assure you she wouldn’t be there.” He takes a glance at you then looks back at Alastor. “There is no hell.”

Angel Dust spits out his drink, “NO HELL?!”

“You heard correct.” Angel Alastor turns towards the bar, “We have no hell.”

The front doors open and in walks Charlie and Vaggie.

“Uh what’s this talk about no hell?” Charlie says as she looks around the room and freezes as she spots Angel Alastor.

“Who the fuck is that!?” Vaggie yells, arming herself with her spear racing towards Angel Alastor.

However, before Vaggie can make contact with Angel Alastor, you put yourself in between them raising your arms out. “WAIT! WAIT!” you yell out, “He’s okay! He’s not gonna hurt us!”

“Then what the hell is he doing here?! And why the fuck does he look like Alastor!?”

“Vaggie calm down!” Charlie rubs her girlfriend’s shoulders then looks to Angel Alastor. “Who are you?”

“I’m Alastor! Pleasure to meet you! I assume your Charlie the Princess of Hell!” He grins while shaking her hand.

Charlie stays silent for the moment and huffs out a laugh, “I’m sorry… WHAT?”

“We’ve been over this before you got here toots…” Angel stands up right, “This is Angel Alastor and supposedly there’s versions of us in his heaven but get this, there’s no hell!” Angel Dust says as he somehow has a popsicle in his hand and takes a bite, “Crazy right?”

“This is all very weird!” Charlie says as she waves her arms. She walks around Angel Alastor. “So, you’re an Angel that fell from heaven, but not from our heaven… am I getting this right?”

“I believe so!”

“And there’s no hell?”

“Correct!”

“And there’s people that look like us? There’s an Angel in your heaven that looks like me?”

“Yes! Her name is Charlotte, but she also goes by Charlie. She’s a lovely girl, very friendly, happy go lucky,” Angel Alastor looks at Vaggie, “You are also there too, hand in hand with dear Charlie.”

“Now we need you get back to your heaven…… why did you even fall down here?”

“I was curious!” Angel Alastor turns to you, “Might I say… it was worth it.” He grins.

You start to feel flustered and look away.

Alastor stands beside you as you sit on the couch, while your flustered self would usually fill him with glee, especially if he was the reason, this fake was the one who made you turn away.

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While heaven was a joyful beautiful place, hell was the complete opposite.

Angel Alastor sits on the balcony sipping his coffee, waiting for you to join him. It’s been a couple of days since he’s been here, and you…. he’s never met anyone like you. It’s strange, so far everyone he’s met is someone he knows from his heaven, even Nifity was here although she was a bit more deranged, killing bugs left and right. Nifity had told him he should be a “bad boy” instead of a “good boy” whatever that meant.

“Hey! I’m sorry for being a little late I was helping Charlie print out some flyers.” You say as you take a seat.

“Not to worry my dear!” Angel Alastor smiles as he passes you a cup and plate of sweets near you.

“Thank you.” You take a bite out of the sweet treat, “How are you liking it down here so far? I-I’m sorry that its nothing like your heaven, I’m sure you miss it…”

Angel Alastor places his cup down, “I… I do miss it sometimes, my radio station mostly, but you… you make this hell seem like heaven.” He grins at you.

You quickly take a sip of your drink, and Angel Alastor laughs.

From his tower in his station Alastor watches as you speak to the fake.

Why?

Why aren’t you with him?

You knew him before this fake.

So why????

Alastor’s grin tightens and teleports himself to the both of you.

“Well! Isn’t this…,” Alastor looks between the two of you, “A lovely little moment!” His grin stretches upwards.

“Good morning, Alastor!” You say smiling at the Radio Demon.

“Good morning my dear!” Alastor summons a chair, “I hope you don’t mind that I join you! It’s been such a busy morning, and I would like to spend time with someone who isn’t a nuisance! Ha-ha!”

“I don’t mind, but Angel Al is the one who invited me…. you don’t mind do you Al?”

“Not at all darling!” Angel Alastor smiles (clearing lying through his teeth, but you don’t see that) at you as you take another sip of your drink but glares at Alastor, the so called “Radio Demon” (more like the Radio Fool).

The fool is smiling at him with glee.

“So! My dear, what do you have planned today?” Angel Alastor asks.

“Oh well I-”

“They’re spending the day with me!” Alastor says as he light smacks the table with his mug, “Isn’t that right my darling?” He tilts his head at you with his signature grin.

“Yes... but you never told me what we’ll be doing.”

“I’ll shall gladly tell you right now!” Alastor scoots his chair closer to you, Angel Alastor scrunches up his face but quickly puts on a smile as you take a glance at him.

“We’ll be heading to Cannibal Town! Rosie hasn’t had a chance to chat with you in a while!” Alastor places his hand over yours, “It seems like you’re taking my good friend away from me! Ha-ha!” He says rather dramatically, “After we had our chat, I’m taking you to one of my favorite clubs! Its nothing like the ones that our feminine fellow speaks about, but I won’t say anything more, I’d like it to be a surprise!”

“That sounds wonderful Alastor!” You say excitedly.

Alastor nods his head seeming excited himself.

“Yes… it sounds delightful...” Angel Alastor mumbles as he grits his teeth.

Alastor glances at the fake next to him with a sly grin.

You look towards Angel Alastor, feeling a bit sad that you have to leave him here. Charlie said that he can’t go anywhere due to him being an angel, it’s not safe for him, especially since he looks like Alastor.

“Well, my dear it’s almost time! We should be on our way!” Alastor stands up holding on to your hand beginning to pull you up with him.

“Hey, Al?”

Both Alastor’s look at you. Angel Alastor holds his breath.

“I know you can’t really leave the hotel to do anything so… how about we just have a day for ourselves tomorrow? We can do whatever you want!” You smile brightly at him.

Angel Alastor gives you his own smile, a smile that can certainly light up the heavens, a smile that clearly states that he’s an angel from above.

“I’d like that a lot mon chère…”

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After the little gossip sesh with Rosie, Alastor had surprised you with a little with a Jazz club. It was small but the music, oh the music, was stunning.

“How… how did you find this place Alastor?” You ask looking around, there’s sinners sitting at their tables chatting, eating, everybody here seems at peace here.

“During my first years in hell, I got a bit homesick….I missed the wonders of true music, I missed…..” A waiter waves you both to a table and Alastor leads you with a hand on your waist and pulls your chair out for you. The waiter takes your order, and you begin to listen to the music. There’s a sinner singing on stage, her tune sounds so dreamily, the members of her band fall into sync with her.

The waiter brings you both the food you ordered, and you begin to eat the meal. The conversations between you both were rather sweet.

“You know my dear…” Alastor puts down the fork, his meal was a venison wrapped in bacon, (it was rather delicious). “I…. I know I might not always say this to you, but….”

You place your utensils down giving Alastor your full attention.

“I apprec-”

“ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTS!!!” A man on stage speaks (yells) into the mic, “Its that time again where you grab that special person and move oh so slowly to song of our loving sweetheart!” The singer on stage nods and takes hold of the mic and sings her sweet tune much more calmly.

You take a glance at the sinners slow dancing, smiling softy at each other.

Alastor notices this and stands in front of you, holding his hand out to you, “Care for a dance my dear?” he asks tilting his head.

You stay silent for a number of seconds before nodding your head and putting your hand in his. Alastor pulls you up and brings you to the dance floor.

Placing your head on his shoulder, Alastor sways the both of you. Since you’ve known Alastor, he’s always been a force of nature. He’s unpredictable. He’s… he’s a manipulator, you know that. Everyone around you knows that, yet you feel as if there is a change in his demeanor, at least around you. He still acts the same around the other hotel guests, but to you he’s been rather kind (or whatever he deems kind).

As he sways you from left to right you hear Alastor hum along to the song, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

You remove your head from Alastor’s shoulder and look into his eyes with a smile, “I very much am… thank you for taking me here…” Alastor removes his hands that holds yours and wraps his arms around his waist and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I appreciate you… I hope you know that…” Alastor mutters quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, my dear…”

Alastor spins you around and bends you down slightly he then pulls you back up close to his face. He smiles rather softly.

You pull yourself from him, making just enough space for the two of you. You are aware that Alastor is not fond of closeness, or rather him being touched, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Alastor’s smile drops for a second but is quickly brought right back up and the dancing continues like before.

Your mind begins to wander…. How is Angel Alastor doing? You don’t know why you care for that Angel… maybe it’s the way he looks at you or the way he actually wants to be near you, speak to you. Your mind feels at ease whenever your near him, you feel yourself smiling.

“Happy now, are you?” Alastor asks his palm cupping your cheek.

“Yes, I am…” You try not to lean into his hand.

Alastor rubs a claw on you cheek, “Something on your mind?”

You want to answer him, but you don’t want to ruin the mood that was created. Alastor and Angel Alastor seem to have tension with each other, you don’t know why (They’re the same person, just… different).

“….honestly, I��m a bit worried about Angel Alastor,” You whisper the latter, “He just fell on top of me, and I kind of feel bad about it….”

Alastor stops dancing, his grip on you tightening.

“He says he doesn’t mind being here, but I know deep down he wants to go back home….” You say looking a bit sadden.

Fake. You are speaking about that fake when you are clearly with real deal.

“I… I just… Oh, I don’t know….”

That fake is taking up too much, far too much space in your mind. Ever since that fake showed up you’ve been spending too much time with it. Why?!

“Why…”

“Huh?”

“Do you care for that fake?” His grin begins to stretch.

“Fake?”

Alastor looks away for a moment then turns back to you, “We should return to the hotel! Can’t leave that little fake by itself, right! Ha-ha!!”

“Ala-”

“No, no darling that fake needs to be coddled right now!” He walks out of the club with you following behind him.

“Alastor!”

Alastor looks at you, shakes his head, “I… I apologize for acting out of sorts…” He raises a palm to his head, running his claws through his hair.

“Alastor, you mean a lot to me….. if you’re talking about “Angel Al”, he’s… he’s just another person. Your still my good friend and nothing’s ever gonna change that.” You smile at him.

Alastor smiles back and huffs out a laugh, “Oh, darling!” He cups your cheek once more, “You are just too sweet Ha-ha!” He gives you his arm to hold, you take it, feeling a bit flustered.

You both begin the trek back to the hotel when you turn to face Alastor once more.

“Alastor?”

“Yes?”

“I care for you.”

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Angle Alastor has had the time of life (afterlife?), you have truly been the light to his darkness. Sure, when he was in heaven there were plenty of people that kept him company. People that made him laugh, people that made him smile but you… he doesn’t understand this feeling he has when he’s with you. Why does your smile make his day brighter? Why does your laugh bring him joy? Why does he feel his heart thumping whenever you are near? Do you share this feeling? This feeling of happiness you feel it too…. right?

“What’s your favorite meal Al?” You ask Angel Alastor, you both decided to cook in the kitchen for your day together.

“Hmm… at the moment I would have to say any meal that includes venison! It could be stew, roasted, steak, it’s all delicious!” He says as the imagines the meals in his mind, “Although jambalaya never fails to make me smile!”

“I’ve only recently started eating venison… Alastor has certainly made an impact on my dinner time!” You smile at the memory of Alastor first giving you the taste of his venison stew (he almost gave you the meal raw, but you immediately declined).

“Yes…yes… hell’s version of me...”

You take a glance at him as you set the plates on the table, “Al?”

“Hmm?” He looks up from the cutting board.

“Do you get along with your other version?”

Angel Alastor scrunches his face a bit then goes back to cutting the venison, “I can’t say that I do…”

“Can I ask why?”

Angel Alastor puts the cut venison into a pan on the stove, making it sizzle, “We may be the same person, but we are…. how should I put this…...we are not exactly alike.”

“How so?”

“That demon…. we just don’t mix well together…” He shakes his head.

“That’s okay!”

“It’s…. okay?”

“Yeah! It’s okay that you aren’t alike, no one is meant to be the same person even if its another version of you!” You place the knives and forks down near the plates. “What about everyone else?”

“They’re all alright…. I understand they aren’t my friends from my heaven, Charlie is practically the only one that is still similar, but this is simply another… another world.” The venison is finally cooked, and he takes it to the plates on the table setting two for you down and one for him on the plates. He takes the asparagus he had on the stove and wraps it around the venison, putting mashed potatoes on the side. He still has a smile on his face as he pulls your chair out for you and then sits in his respected seat.

“I am glad that you’re here…. I don’t think that I would have lasted too long out here if it wasn’t for you or dropping on you! Ha!”

“It’s no problem at all! Really! I like spending time with you!” You smile at him as you take a bite out of your asparagus. “You’re a good cook Al!”

“I know I am, Ha-ha!”

Once you both finished your meal Angel Alastor walks you back to your room (his room is near yours since he feels more comfortable around you).

“Thank you for everything Al, really…” You say rocking yourself back and forth on your feet.

“The honors all mine….” Angel Alastor grabs your right hand and bends down slightly to kiss it, then pulls himself back up and looks into your eyes, still holding your hand.

“Y/n….thank you for everything….the days you spend with me are nothing but hours of joy.” He cups your cheek.

You feel yourself leaning slightly into his touch for a moment, then you look into his eyes.

He smiles softly at you and moves closer towards you.

You hold your breath.

But….

You move backwards holding your cheeks with your hands, you give an airy laugh.

“I’m sor-”

“Nothing to be sorry for my dear!” He lets out a laugh.

You nod your head, still laughing slightly, you tilt your head down but then look up Angel Alastor, he’s still smiling at you.

You grab the knob to your door, open it and walk in, “Al?”

“Yes, cher?”

“Lets… have another day together, yeah?” You look at him feeling a little nervous, “Next time I’ll choose what we do, okay?”

“Of course, anything you choose will done with my heart’s content.” He smiles at you with his hands behind his back.

You nod your head and close the door.

Angel Alastor lets out a sigh and walks to your closed door and places his hand on it tracing it. He begins to walk away when a shadow starts to bubble up from the floor beneath him. The shadow forms upwards and takes the shape of the Radio Demon.

“Well, well…. I’ve been watching you….” Alastor walks around the fake.

Angel Alastor still with his hands behind back stays perfectly still, and his wings puff up, “So you have…”

“Do you think you have a chance?” Alastor’s radio voice comes out full force, he takes a small glance at your door and decided to teleport the fake and himself to his radio tower.

Angel Alastor is consumed by the darkness and is then brought red studio.

“So, this is your dainty little…,” He looks around the area and scrunches his face, “station.”

“Enough with the chit chat…..”

Angel Alastor tilts his head, “What exactly do you want?” he says with a grin.

“I want you to stop what your doing…” Alastor eyes begin to turn into dials.

“What exactly am I doing hmmm?” Angel Alastor’s grin tightens.

“I want you to stay away from them….”

“If I don’t?” He teases.

“I’ll-” Alastor’s antlers start to grow.

“You won’t.” Angel Alastor wings rise.

“What makes you think I won’t?”

Angel Alastor walks around the station, fiddling with the buttons, “They care for me…. you care for them… if something were to happen to me, the blame would be put on you…and then they’ll be sad…. you don’t want that, right?” He faces Alastor with his everlasting grin.

Alastor huffs, “You don’t know who you’re messing with…”

“Oh, but I do…. after all I am you.”

“You’re a fake.”

“Ah, ah, ah…. I am you, just from another world, or did you forget?”

“You’re nothing compared to me….”

Angel Alastor laughs.

“Your no Angel, are you?” Alastor grins.

“I am! Just not when it come to something I want… and I want them…”

Alastor laughs, “What a joke!”

“You laugh, but you want the same thing.”

“Maybe I do, but you…. I don’t want you here...” Alastor sneers.

“And I want you gone. You see…. we are similar in some ways….”

“Let me repeat my question ...… do you think you have a chance?”

Angel Alastor puffs his wings out, “Of course I do!”

“You don’t, I know more about them then you ever would in a single lifetime.”

“Is that so?”

“It is so!”

Angel Alastor walks to the door of the station, “We’ll see who they’ll choose…but let me tell you one thing….you won’t win..” Angel Alastor laughs and shuts the door with a slam.

Alastor stares and the door then he suddenly laughs. And laughs, and laughs.

Then he walks towards the windows of his stations and stares out with a sinister grin,

“Let the games begin.”

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𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽 ℐ𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1/?

Summary: You nestled back into your hometown quietly. Love wasn't an expected thing after this many years. You accepted it, not even sure you wanted to love again. Then she walked into the cafe that day. Heels marching the older blue eyed woman right up to you. Her heart couldn't have picked up as much as yours did. It was Impossible...

Warnings: Just fluff for now. Eventual Smut.

Word Count: 4.6k

***Very Important Author Note*** Truth be told I have not used Tumblr in a bit of a long time. As a result I’ve made a mistake that has left me feeling like an ancient crone. When I started this up, I really thought I’d never actually post. So this has just been a little idea sitting in the corner on my old personal Tumblr account. To be more precise a side blog on my main Tumblr. Well, unfortunately for me I had NO IDEA that you could not follow anyone back on side blogs. I suppose I just assumed they were their own separate entities. So I’ve foolishly been following anyone who has been gracious enough to follow me on a random account they’ve never seen before. Rather embarrassing. Now, to all you lovely folks who have shown attention to this so far thank you. This will be my new account to continue posting Vanish Into You and more. Apologies for the mix up. Part two will be up very shortly.

- Mich, your embarrassed and grateful author. ***

A/N: This is very much so just for fun so please be gentle lol. To anyone who reads, I hope you enjoy the slow burn. xo (Luke's Diner from Gilmore girls sparked the idea for this.)

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A breathtaking sunrise lit up the sky casting an orange glow on the cafe. Sounds of the percolating drips from the coffee maker and the clock ticking filled the room. The view outside of the windows seemed especially beautiful this morning. As many times as I had seen it, it never dulled watching the sun poke up into the sky from here.

Traffic had just begun to pickup, folks setting about their days. Glistening water shimmered with a choppy wave. Docks across the street bobbed in the wake of the wind and water. Edgar and his fishing crew had already set off on the boats for the day leaving them empty.

A steaming hiss rang out as the coffee finished right at six twenty eight. The door clanked open in the back as Janice rushed in from the cold. I waved to her through the window between the front and the kitchen. She smiled a wave back as she pulled her coat off.

She was a bit pointy when I first met her. Sharp and waiting for me to thoroughly mess everything up. Months and then years passed easing me into her trust. Now it was hard to even imagine her being rough around the edges.

Well, aside from her fifty ninth birthday three weeks ago when she scolded me for spending money on her.

With a flip of two switches, the neon signs in the windows flickered on with a buzz.

Fairfield Cafe. Open.

Rounding the counter I made my way to the front door. With a click I flicked the lock open. Six thirty on the dot.

Five minutes later Sally’s head bobbed into view from next door.

“Morning kiddo.” She sang out bustling in.

An air of hectic always surrounded her. She owned a small bookstore right on the side of us.

Nifty and Novel.

“Morning, Sally.” I smiled up to her.

I had already started her coffee, and from the sound of it Janice had just begun smearing her bagel.

Sally’s short blonde hair always fell in a messiness. Her white wool sweater hung boxy around her thin frame. Brown eyes climbed up from her phone to me. She was in her sixties but you’d never guess it. The energy she possessed was at times greater than my two nephews.

“New book club starting next week if you’re interested.” Her eyebrows wiggled up and down as she eyed me.

“What is said book about?” I asked her sliding the coffee across the counter.

Cappuccino. Two percent with a few dashes of cinnamon.

“I forget the name. All the ladies picked it.” She shrugged pulling out a ten from her pocket. “It’s a romance I do know that.”

I laughed lightly taking her ten. “Maybe next time.”

“Ahh yes, Miss anti love.” She rolled her eyes waving off her change.

I scoffed “I’m not anti love. I just don’t think.” I trailed off with a head shake digging my nails into my palm. “Never mind.”

Turning to the window I grabbed her bagged bagel and set it down next to her coffee.

Sally tilted her head to the side, eying me for a moment before grabbing her cup and bag. “It’ll find you one day, kiddo.” She called out exuberantly as she backed up.

I scoffed again and shook my head. “We’ll see, have a nice day.”

“You too, bye Janice!”

Janice gave a shout back just before the door closed behind Sally, a cold shoving in as it did.

Anti love seemed extremely unfair. I found it replaying in my head after she left. As if I loved the lonely nights, the absence of another persons touch. As if I didn’t crave love.

I held a breath in and released it slowly, eyes closed.

I’d never had luck in love.

Ever.

The two women from my past were not a fond memory.

The first love I found was at nineteen, both of us lost in finding ourselves. She did end up finding herself under someone else two years in.

The second destroyed me for far too long. Every time she got mad I’d find myself convinced by her it was with love. Any time I’d feel hurt, she’d remind it wasn’t as bad as my ex. Her control seeped through every vein in my body, right under my nose. I’d lost friends but more important I lost myself.

Four years in, she left me without a word. I’d came home from work to a quiet apartment. All of her things gone, some of mine too. She blocked me on everything. There was no lead up to it, no huge fight that week. It was actually the sweetest she had been towards me in a long time. It led to the darkest time in my life. I had nobody to turn to, friends gone and family far away. She’d left me a shell of who I once was.

Months passed and my lease came to an end. I packed up everything I could fit into my town car and headed back home. I never heard from her again.

Now here I was, a town over from where I grew up living above the cafe I worked at. Years without love and scared of it anyways.

The bell above the door shook me from my thoughts.

“Good morning, what can I get for you?” I greeted with a smile.

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Morning passed along quickly. Chloe came in with perfect timing for the rush that started at eight.

Eleven o’clock brought a calm with it.

“Hey, I have to call my mom quick. Okay if I pop out for a couple?” Chloe asked looking down at her phone.

Her straight brown hair was swept up in a messy bun. Freckles spattered her whole face.

She started about two and half years ago. The two of us became friends right away. Her boyfriend, Brooks made the friendship three. We found ourselves together quite often. Movie nights, bar crawls that bled into long nights by a campfire. I hadn’t realize how deeply I missed having good friends until I met them.

Her brown and green speckled eyes looked up to me from her phone.

“Of course, tell her I said hey.” I waved her off.

Janice slipped out behind Chloe for a smoke break. The quiet was nice after the morning hype.

I leaned back on the counter, arms crossed and eyes closed resting for a moment.

A sudden loud voice shot my eyes open. A woman stood in front of the store, back turned to the window yelling at someone on the phone. Her free hand was moving around wildly in an irritated way. Her dark hair lay wavy against her back. A long black coat hung over her shoulders. She walked past the glass door, sharp black heels and creased brown pants stopping in front of the windows on the other side. The phone in her hand hid the side of her face. Long fingers held it up to her ear, veins showing through the skin as she held it tight.

“Figure it out.” The finality of her finishing words almost enough to send a chill down my spine.

Her words came out loud yet calm and held a growl. It was the only sentence I had been able to clearly make out. Whoever had been on that other line was probably still stunned.

She tossed her phone into her purse strung on her other arm. Her head started to turn towards me and I instantly shot behind the case of pastries. I pretended to busy myself hoping she hadn’t caught me staring.

The door chimed open gathering a gust of wind inside. I poked out from behind the case with a greeting smile. The back and side of her didn’t do her justice. I floundered, hopefully for just a few seconds at her crushing beauty.

“Hi.” My voice sounded like a squeak to my ears.

I found my cheeks getting warm and tried desperately to wish it away. Everything about her looked expensive. The bag on her arm alone probably cost more than a whole week of my outfits. The clothes she wore probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe.

A smile slowly rose on her face, head tilting to the side. She seemed to be gathering information about me just from a look. I tried not to squirm as she stepped closer, eyes still examining me. Speaking of, her eyes were the most striking blue I’d ever seen.

“Sorry about the scene I just made out front.” She eased out placing her hand on the counter.

My eyes followed the movement to the countertop for a second. Her bluntly curved clear nails all identical and pristine. I bounced my gaze back up to her in a flash.

I waved her off with a breathy laugh. The smell of her perfume swirled through the air.

“No worries,” I smiled up to her cheeks feeling a little less hot. “Trust me when I say I have seen much, much worse.You’re fine.”

A very common saying I gave to customers.

You’re fine.

I used it whenever a kind customer apologized for something innocuous. Now it felt almost inappropriate to use. She was in fact so fine.

She knocked her knuckles against the counter, lips still smiling and sent a nod my way.

“You’re very kind.” She said it soft and low.

I shrugged brushing off her compliment as she tucked her wavy dark hair behind her left ear, eyes unwavering on me.

“I’ll take a coffee black, please.”

I startled and threw a hand up shaking my head.

“Of course, just a second.” I nearly shouted. “For here or to go?”

She continued smiling and staring like a ray gun. “To go.”

I cleared my throat trying to ease the embarrassment of forgetting to take her order. As if she came in here just to apologize and talk.

“I haven’t seen you around before.” I stated as I poured her coffee.

“Oh, I’ve lived in town for years.” Her fingernails drummed on the counter. “I haven’t found myself around this neck of the woods much, I’ll admit.”

I turned slipping the cardboard sleeve around her cup with our logo.

“Well, local stranger.” I slid her cup across the counter smiling and finding an ounce of confidence. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She looked down to the coffee allowing me to escape her persistent blue stare for a second. It didn’t last long before they swept back on me.

She took me in, eyes squinting under her smirk. “The pleasure is all mine, darling.”

I forced out a laugh at her words rubbing the back of my neck. My cheeks building a simmering heat again. “How much do I owe you?” That low voice breaking the silence again.

I shot my eyes back up to her. “Right, three dollars and eighty five cents, please.”

I found it hard to meet her eyes again. When I did, she held a look like she was fully aware of how flustered she had me.

“You got it.” Long fingers reached into her purse pulling out a wallet.

She slid me a fifty dollar bill and picked up her coffee.

“Keep the change.”

I looked up to her from the register with a double take, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. She was backing up still smiling. “Oh, you gave me a fifty.”

“I’m aware.” She said it without an ounce of hesitation.

With a wink she turned disappearing like a breeze.

I stared at the now empty space clutching the money. The smell of her perfume lingered. Every second of the encounter ran through my memory.

Darling.

Laughing out loud, I changed the fifty and tossed it into the tip jar.

As if I’d ever hold a glimpse of a chance with a woman like that. I laughed again leaning on the counter, arms crossed. Older, wiser and beauty like a strike of lightning. Most likely more money than I’d ever see in my lifetime. I shook my head chalking off any idea I’d ever even see her again.

I started a fresh pot of coffee hoping it would take away the perfume she left behind.

“Mom says hey.” Chloe called out as she busted in through the kitchen door.

The smell of fresh soon to be winter air still clung around her. I smiled still caught in a slight daze.

“Dang, who tipped that?” Chloe asked fixing the bun in her hair.

I glanced to the tip jar. We had just emptied it before she called her mom. The money she left behind was as glaring as the perfume still in the air.

“Oh, some rich lady.” I waved a hand and turned. “I’ll be back in five.”

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Four o’clock came with a relief. The day proved unusually busy for a Tuesday. I let Chloe and Janice leave a few minutes early.

After drawing the shades and turning off every light but the single bulb over the kitchen sink, I stepped out into the cold. Locking the door behind me I turned and made my way to the side of the building. Slowly I climbed the stairs up to my apartment.

Anne, the owner wasn’t ever around much. Her mother passed away and she took over the business almost a year ago. At that point it had already been mostly run by the three of us.

Mrs. Westerly, Anne’s mother had been sick for a while. The lovely woman gladly let me fix up the apartment above after I applied. She pretty much insisted one day when I was groaning about living with my parents again.

It took a little time and elbow grease, but the apartment turned out cozy and perfect for what I needed.

Mrs. Westerly was overjoyed to tears when she saw it finished. Her and her husband lived in it for years when they first opened the cafe. It fell into disrepair long before I moved in. Cobwebs, storage boxes and old furniture littered it. The before and after were like two completely different places.

The first day she stopped in to see it finished we talked for hours. She showed me pictures of them living here. It looked so different then. Simple and to the point.

Ever since that day we were like two peas in a pod. We’d sit and chat several times a week before she fell ill. I still visited her weekly when she did, but she tired so easily.

Her death was harder on me than I expected. I still found myself missing her company often.

Anne assured me after her passing that it was in her will I could stay as long as I’d like. As long as the bills were paid of course. She was always kind, but I’d never formed a bond with her like I did her mother. She checked in with a call every few weeks to see how things were going. Every couple months she made a point to drop in. She lived a couple of hours up north from here with her family. As of recently, I noticed the visits have been less and less. She trusts me to do what I do I guess.

I suppose I was the manager, but I didn’t really see myself as such.

I am the manager. I know that, but it feels more like a group effort. So I avoid viewing myself in that light. I only pull the manager card for unruly customers.

I unlocked the door and slipped inside, locking it up again behind me. Flicking the lamp on near the couch blanketed the room in a warm light.

After a dinner of leftover pasta I found myself on the couch watching mindless tv.

My thoughts drifted to the beauty from this morning. Her scent still seemed to linger in my nose.

With a groan I stood shutting off the tv.

After a warm shower I settled into bed. Dark wavy hair and blue eyes laced the corners of my mind until I fell asleep.

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The morning rush was in full swing at eight forty. Chloe was on the register, Janice on food and myself on drinks. Forks clanked and the hum of several conversations filled the place.

I was starting a new pot of decaf when I sensed it.

The unique perfume filled the space after the bell rang above the door. Woodsy lavender, a perfect blend of feminine and masculine.

My head shot too quickly to the counter behind me. Her waiting eyes already fixed to me, a knowing smirk capping it off.

She wore a tan coat today, not a speck of lint or pilling on it. Pristine like she’d just walked out of a store with it.

Just as I was about to say something, Chloe popped over to the register.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” She asked brightly.

The woman’s gaze slowly drifted away from me to Chloe.

“Coffee black. To go please.” She requested in a casual tone.

“I’ve got it Chloe.” I spoke as I had already started to pour it.

I turned back to the two and slid the coffee to her.

The nail of her pointer finger just barely brushed the back of my middle finger as I pulled away.

Her eyes struck a hold on mine as she pulled out a fifty.

“This ones on the house.” I said holding my hand up to her money.

A teasing smirk formed on her face. I could sense Chloe’s confusion taking in the scene.

“Chloe is it?” She asked only moving her eyes to Chloe at the end of the question.

“Yeah.” Chloe stated plainly.

Smiling she handed Chloe the fifty. With one final look to me and a wink the same as yesterday, she turned and left.

The loud cafe suddenly felt silent as I watched her leave.

I swiftly turned back to the coffee pots desperately trying avoid Chloe’s knowing stare.

The register chimed open mixed with a laugh from Chloe.

“Now hold on a minute you.” The drawer shut and she placed the change in the jar. “What was that about?”

I shrugged putting coffee into the filter.

Another laugh rung out from her. “Some rich lady, huh?”

I shot a glance to her finding a shit eating grin. Arms crossing she nudged my leg with her foot.

“It’s nothing Chlo, just leave it.”

The machine started percolating as I placed the bag of coffee back.

The bell sounded above the door again.

“For now.” Smirk still obvious on her voice.

I sighed looking up to find Janice eyeing me as well. Rolling my eyes I started on the americano that just got ordered.

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I found myself replaying the encounter with the dark haired woman throughout the day. The finger her nail scratched against still seared in the memory. I desperately tried to fight off each thought.

Nothing good could come from a crush on a woman like that.

I tried my best to remember if a ring rested on her finger. An internal war waged battled every time I did. As if it would even matter if there was one or not. Some people didn’t even wear a wedding ring. It’s not as if it was the be all end all tell if a person was single or not.

Most of all, it didn’t matter because I didn’t stand a chance.

Hopefully she’d find a new spot for a black coffee and this would be done with.

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“That woman was gorgeous.” Chloe broke the silence of closing emphasizing the last word.

I knew there was an ulterior motive to her staying behind late.

“Chloe, leave it.” I was dreadfully tired and it showed on my voice.

“Well, I’m just saying. She certainly wasn’t interested in talking to me.” Chloe said turning a chair up onto a table.

“I’m serious. Please drop it.” I begged wiping down the counter. “Also, she literally only spoke to you.”

The bags under my eyes felt heavier than usual. Shoulders and neck tense, a headache trying to creep up. Chloe eyed me and I could see the cogs running in her head debating on if she should push the topic or not.

“Fine. Do you wanna come out with us tonight?” She changed the subject turning up the last chair. “Brooks wants to try that new brewery, but insists he won’t go without you first.” I sighed with a light laugh.“Not tonight, maybe this weekend?” I questioned knowing I would be no fun tonight.

She stood eying me from across the room. My shoulders rose up and head shook gesturing a question as to why she was staring.

With a shake of her head she looked away. “I’ll let him know. I’m sure he’ll be good with that.” Her playful demeanor changed into something I couldn’t place.

We finished up and walked out the front door in silence.

Turning to me at the bottom of my stairs she wrapped me in a hug. Not a rare thing for us, but not usual for the end of a work day. I returned it settling my arms around her.

“You’re deserving of love you know.” It was a statement that left her lips with a certainty.

I snorted out a laugh. “Chlo, I’ve seen this woman twice. A total of probably two minutes. Let’s reel it in a little bit.”

She squeezed me tighter and I relaxed into it.

Ignoring what I had said, she pushed the question again. “You do know that right?”

She pulled back keeping her hands on my shoulders. I shrugged with a laugh and turned to start up the stairs.

“Maybe, but that woman?” I looked back down to her. “Stratospherically out of my league.”

“I think you’re very wrong about that.” She shouted up to me.

I laughed shaking my head as I reached my door.

“Goodnight Chloe.”

“Night, my beautiful best friend.”

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Another night passed with thoughts of those blue eyes coming in waves.

Morning came and my brain annoyingly continued with it’s linger on her. Dark wavy hair flicking across my brain every few minutes.

Work was a welcome distraction to it. I felt on edge all day waiting for her to show up again.

The sky phased into sunset without a sign of her. If she had come on breaks Chloe would have mentioned it.

I knew it was silly to think I’d see her everyday. Even Sally didn’t stop in every day.

Nonetheless, a flicker of hope rang each time the door did.

I hadn’t even got her name, yet she held space all day.

I didn’t find myself forming a crush often. Sure, a beautiful woman would stroll through now and then catching my eye. It was a passing attraction nothing more. To actually like someone was rare.

I tried to fight off that it was any type of serious hold she had on me.

Deep down I knew. If she became a regular I was in trouble.

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Saturday came, being our busiest day apart from Sunday. There was no sign of the pleasant stranger since. It came almost as a relief. A clear paved way to forgetting her.

The phone rang on the back wall.

“Fairfield cafe. How can I help you?” I spoke into the receiver.

“Hello, dear it’s Mrs. Campbell.” The old scratchy voice sounded.

“Oh, hello how are you?”

She was a long time customer. Aside from being a bit nosy, she was delightful. Every Saturday afternoon, her and her husband came in for lunch. She would talk away and he would nod agreeing with everything she said as they ate.

“I need a couple bags of your coffee packaged up. We’re leaving next week to stay with my daughter for December and she loves your coffee. I told her I’d bring some.” “Of course Mrs. Campbell.” I jostled a fresh pot of coffee together holding the phone with my shoulder. “Will you be picking it up today?”

“Yes, George and I will be in shortly.”

I nodded even thought she couldn’t see.

Chloe’s voice loudly broke through. “Black coffee to go for Agatha, already paid.”

I turned to find her grinning at me as she placed the cup near the coffee pot.

Mrs. Campbell was still talking, but all I could focus on was the hand poking just into view on the counter. Perfectly curved nails drumming one after the other on the surface. The name kept running through my head.

Agatha. Agatha. Agatha.

“Hello?” Mrs. Campbell’s voice broke my daze. “Are you still there?”

“Yes, sorry Mrs. Campbell.” I shook my head breaking my eyes from the counter. “I’ll have it ready when you get here.” “Okay, can you package it up nice in one of those bags you’ve got?” “Of course, I’ll take care of it.” “Alrighty dear, see you shortly.”

“Yes, see you soon.”

The line went dead before I even finished my sentence. I hung up the landline haphazardly as I let my eyes slip back to the hand on the counter.

With a deep pausing breath I walked over to grab the cup. I stared at the name on the cup as I poured it.

Agatha.

Closing the lid I approached the counter.

Her head was turned away as she leaned against the counter. A purple turtleneck poked out under her dark grey coat. Her signature scent claimed my senses.

“Coffee for Agatha.” It left my mouth in too soft of a way, barely above a whisper.

Her head shot to me instantly, eyes sharply piercing through my own. A swelling feeling took over my stomach and I tried like hell to ignore it. Her face held an unreadable expression for a moment before the almost familiar smirk took over.

Her fingers brush the inside of my wrist as she reached out to grab the top of the cup.

“Thank you.” She said lingering against the counter.

I nodded with a smile trying to squash the internal meltdown from her touch.

“Well, you have mine.” Her voice trailed off expectantly.

My head tilted eyebrows pinching together. Holding up her cup she pointed to her name. Realization dawned on me as I fought off a facepalm. A gentle laugh breathed out of her.

I rushed my name out of reddened cheeks simply and quickly.

Pursing her lips with a squint she nodded then wordlessly with a wink, she left.

Once more I found myself staring after her. A glance to the tip jar proved a fifty was used again.

Agatha.

I managed to pull myself away, setting off to fix Mrs. Campbells order.

“So, some rich lady has a name?” Chloe popped over as I grabbed the coffee. “You’re welcome.”

I looked over to her with an eye roll. We rarely took names for orders. Only when it was extremely busy, which in this moment it certainly wasn’t.

“She was looking for you ya know.” Chloe continued sticking to me like glue.

“Please, spare me from such a bold assumption.”

I grabbed one of our labeled gift bags and placed the bags of coffee inside.

“It’s really not.” Chloe said sounding annoyed. “Her eyes were looking all around back for you. That is until she heard you answer the phone. She tried to look casual as she leaned over the counter, but it really wasn’t subtle.”

“I think you’re most likely mistaken.” I said dully with another eye roll.

As much as I tried to ignore her words, my chest felt a fast flutter at the thought.

“You’re impossible.” With a sharp turn she went to help the customer that had just walked in.

Agatha.

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ALASTOR x (F)READER Summary: Someone dared to break Alastor's precious radio and his wrath is inconsolable. But turns out you may have some small tricks up your sleeve. Warnings: NONE For the dearest @anon-of-the-void. My darling, it is a pleasure as always to write these for you.

In the bustling chaos of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the fiery chaos of Hell, an unlikely friendship blossomed. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, found solace in the presence of Y/N, an inventive soul from the Victorian Era who had found herself amidst the peculiar denizens of the underworld.

Y/N was a tinkerer, always tinkering away in her workshop, concocting gadgets and gizmos that would make even the most adept engineers marvel. Alastor, with his vintage charm and macabre wit, found her creations fascinating, and the two formed an unusual bond over their shared love for innovation.

One fateful day, disaster struck when Alastor's beloved old-time radio, his prized possession from his living days, broke down. The demon was devastated, his usual jovial demeanor clouded by a rare display of anger. The residents of the hotel trembled in fear, knowing the havoc that could be unleashed if the Radio Demon's rage remained unchecked.

Alastor's crimson eyes blazed with fury as he prowled the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual jovial smile replaced by a menacing snarl. The residents cowered in fear, whispering among themselves as they caught glimpses of the Radio Demon's wrathful form.

"You there!" Alastor's voice boomed, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. "Do you have any idea of the inconvenience of my beloved radio breaking? The nerve, the audacity!"

Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner demon, spoke with a frantic passion as she viewed the mangled radio."Alastor! I'll do it! Let me clean it please!"

Alastor's laughter rang out like a chilling melody, sending a chill through the air. "Oh, my dear Nifty, no thank you. This requires some…interrogation but feel free to clean up the aftermath."

Angel Dust, lounging lazily on a nearby couch, scoffed, "Oh, lighten up, Al, it's just a stupid radio. Besides, it's not like anyone listens to your old-timey tunes anyway."

The room fell silent as Alastor's gaze bore into Angel Dust, his smile twisting into a sinister grin. "Is that so, my dear Angel? Perhaps I should demonstrate the consequences of underestimating the power of music."

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned a spectral microphone, its ethereal glow casting eerie shadows across the room. "Now, let's see who's laughing when I unleash the full force of my wrath upon this wretched offender!"

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel trembled as Alastor's menacing laughter echoed through the halls, knowing all too well that when the Radio Demon was in a foul mood, no one was safe from his terrifying fury.

As fear spread throughout the hotel, Y/N knew she had to act swiftly to quell the storm brewing within Alastor's heart. Ignoring the warnings of her peers, she clandestinely snatched the broken radio and retreated to her workshop, determined to restore it to its former glory.Under the cover of night, she stealthily crept into Alastor's room, her pockets filled with tools and determination. With deft hands, she dismantled the broken radio, each cog and wire familiar to her skilled touch.

Hour after hour, Y/N toiled away, her nimble fingers dancing across the delicate machinery. With each adjustment and tweak, the radio gradually came back to life, its familiar crackle filling the air once more. But as the night wore on, fatigue gnawed at Y/N's bones, her eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But she pressed on, fueled by determination and a desire to see her friend smile once more.

Finally, with a soft click, the radio sprang to life, emitting a crackling sound before filling the room with the familiar strains of vintage jazz. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile gracing her lips as she admired her handiwork.

But as she stood there basking in her success, fatigue finally caught up with her. With a yawn, she sank into a nearby chair, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep claimed her.

Unbeknownst to her, Alastor had been silently watching from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he observed Y/N's tireless efforts to fix his broken radio. When he saw her succumb to exhaustion, a pang of concern tugged at his heart, softening the edges of his usually stoic demeanor.

Quietly, he approached her slumbering form, his footsteps barely audible against the creaking floorboards. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light as a feather.

"My dear Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Such devotion, such selflessness. You truly are a marvel."

A warmth blossomed in Alastor's chest as he watched her sleep, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to tenderness stirring within him—a feeling he realized with a start was nothing short of admiration.

With a soft sigh, Alastor leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead before picking up her form and striding over to his bed; tucking her in with the utmost care. As he stood there in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the quiet hum of the fixed radio and the soft breathing of his friend, he knew at that moment that he was irrevocably touched by her kindness.

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, Alastor silently vowed to cherish and protect Y/N, for she had not only fixed his broken radio but had also managed to mend something far more precious—his wounded heart.

The next morning dawned upon the Hazbin Hotel, the air tinged with a sense of relief as the residents basked in the knowledge that Alastor's beloved radio had been fixed. Alastor strode into the lobby with a confident swagger, his usual grin plastered on his face. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the radio, the familiar crackle of static filling the air before giving way to the melodic strains of love songs from a bygone era.

The residents exchanged puzzled glances, their confusion evident as they listened to the unexpected playlist. Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, looks like someone's feeling a bit sentimental today."

Alastor's grin widened, though there was a hint of something softer lurking beneath the surface. "Ah, my dear Angel, music has a way of stirring the soul, don't you think?"

As the love songs continued to play, the other residents couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over them. Even the gruffest demons found themselves tapping their claws to the beat, caught up in the unexpected romance of it all.

But as Alastor's gaze lingered on Y/N, who stood among the crowd with a shy smile, a wave of realization washed over him. It wasn't just any love songs he was playing—it was a silent declaration of his growing affection for the inventive soul who had captured his heart.

And as the music filled the room with its sweet melody, Alastor couldn't help but feel a surge of hope coursing through him. Perhaps, in the midst of Hell's chaos, there was still room for love to blossom—a love that transcended time and defied all odds.

With a soft chuckle, Alastor stole a glance at Y/N, his heart swelling with newfound courage. For in that moment, amidst the gentle strains of love songs and the soft glow of morning light, he knew that he was falling—falling head over heels for the one who had fixed not only his broken radio but also the shattered pieces of his soul.

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