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helluvapoison · 3 months

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Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 2 months

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if you keep undressing me with your eyes, i’m going to catch a cold.

alastor, lucifer, rosie, husk

⌇alastor

you looked the radio demon up and down, thinking that doing so from the farthest corner of the bar would ensure he didn’t see you. it’s not like you could help it though. alastor had switched out his normal suit for a gorgeous red velvet, his hair pulled up with what looked like braids in it, no doubt nifty’s doing. you took a sip of your drink and looked down, seeing him look up at your area of the bar.

you had been doing this since you had sat down at the bar. watching him interact with patrons and royalty, who were there to have their pocket books pried open for some funding as well as support for the hotel. it wasn’t an easy task by any means even with lucifer in support of the idea and here tonight. you were supposed to be chatting people up as well, but after the first guy you spoke to kept his hand on your arm for a little too long, you decided you were too sober for all of this.

you saw alastor’s attention be pulled else where, giving you your cue to look back up. he was angled away from you and you gulped audibly. the way the jacket fit his frame, his hair style complimented his long neck, and how his waist looked so deliciously tiny made your stomach warm and your face heat. you had zoned out, your mind taking you to an alternate reality where you had a chance of slipping off that coat of his… you shook your head and your eyes locked with alastor’s. you’re not sure how it was possible but your face heated even more, almost burning with the blush you had at being caught. you couldn’t look away though, even as he smirked at you.

you swallowed heavily and shakily took a sip of your drink as you saw him depart from whoever he was talking to, walk up to the bar and stand close next you.

“just a few fingers of that old rye you have back there.” alastor requested, and husk nodded turning away. giving alastor a chance to look down at you. you felt yourself shrink under his gaze as he smiled again, almost like a smirk. he grabbed the glass husk handed to him and you watched intently as he brought the glass up to his lips and sipped his drink, glancing at his neck and the way it moved. flickering your eyes back up to his as his grin widened. he bent down at his waist, you both face to face now.

“if you keep undressing me with your eyes, i’ll catch a cold darling.” he murmured to you, as your eyes widened and you looked down ashamed. alastor chuckled and you felt his finger draw your face up to look at you again.

“cat got your tongue?” he asks, smirking. you try and speak but no words come out and you feel your face and now arms burning. you take your cool hands and place them on your cheeks. he draws them away, holding them.

“don’t do that. i like the red color. red as blood.” he says, kissing your right cheek, then straightening up and taking his drink and himself back into the middle of the party, shooting glances at you from time to time as you still just watched him charm the crowd.

⌇lucifer

there were many benefits to being with the king of hell. you practically never had to worry about anything, be that financial or even emotional or physical. you knew lucifer had you covered. he was in your corner. once word got around that you were dating the king of hell, the perks increased. you’d walk into a shop and the attendants wouldn’t let you buy anything. there was just a small ask to post it on sinstagram or voxtube and review it. which you never minded, but then that oddly started an influencing career in hell. that definitely was not something on your bingo card for when you died.

right now though, you were faced with the biggest detractor of dating the king of hell. he had to attend this gathering. very boring, and you felt your eyes glaze over as you sipped lucifer’s appletini he left. you watched him converse with this group of royalty and business people, you being the only one left at the table. not that you minded and no, you didn’t want to go make conversation over there. you sighed and decided to use this opportunity to really admire lucifer.

he was dressed in his suit but instead of the white base he wore around normally, the suit was gold with red accents. and it just brought out his eyes so well. he looked ethereal standing there, talking to those people. you gave him a once over and all you could think about was getting him out of that damn suit that fit him so well. just imagining him underneath you, panting and sobbing for-

“if you keep undressing me with your eyes, i might just catch a cold.” you hear lucifer’s voice in your ear. your gasp sounding more like a moan when he grabs the appletini in your hand and throws it back in one drink.

“undressing you? you were already undressed in my mind. already on the bed if i’m honest.” you murmur to him and watch the blush take his cheeks.

“this boring you?” he asks smiling.

“desperately.” you look at him. “we should go back home. we can pick up where i left off envisioning you on our bed underneath me… begging for more.” you grin wickedly as lucifer gulps. he quickly makes his way over to the group, explaining something and you see them all nod. he quickly makes his way back to you and takes your hand, waiting for you to get up. then he all but drags you out of the venue.

“let’s go home.”

⌇rosie

you had told rosie she should wear her new dress. and damn it she was so excited about it, that of course you said yes. now… a part of you regretted saying she should as one of the gentleman in cannibal town kept talking rosie up while she was checking out a long line of patrons. you tried to breathe as you just watched rosie. you knew she was capable of taking care of herself. you watched how she nimbly packed up different items, wrapping them all while charming all around her. her figure was so graceful and the dress hugged her just right, accentuating her waist. you bit your lip watching her. both of your eyes widening as you caught each others gaze.

you blushed deeply while she smirked at you and checked out the last guest in line. finally she took a second to come over to you.

“if you keep undressing me with your eyes, i’m going to catch a cold darling.” she purred as she strode up to you. you saw behind her the same gentleman watching the both of you, his gaze hungry. you glared at him as you grabbed a bit of rosie’s skirt possessively, but not wanting to make a show. she chuckled.

“he’s really got you worked up, don’t he?” she asked.

“he keeps flirting with you. it’s disgusting.” you comment, looking at rosie. she hums and pulls you up so you were standing. she still towered over you, as she gently maneuvered you face to look up at her. she smiled again, licking her lips and she bends down and kisses you. your eyes widen as you throw your arms around her neck, reaching up on your tip toes to get closer.

you hum into the kiss, gently weaving your fingers in rosie’s hair and pulling at her nape. you feel the growl that comes from her, slightly panting as she break.

“get a fuckin’ room! absolutely disgusting. there are children!” you hear susan yell and you sigh. you hands at rosie’s waist, absentmindedly rubbing over the boning in the dress.

“i think you need to get back to the shop.” you sigh and rosie nods. “anything i can help with?”

“sit there and look pretty for me?” she asks and you laugh, nodding. you turn to the check out area and smile even brighter.

“he’s gone!” you exclaim. happy the guy from before wasn’t in the store.

“oh, yeah. he left right when i kissed you.” she laughed, patting down some of the fizz in your hair. “needed to make sure that everyone else knew who i was with though.” she winks and walks back up to the front counter as you sit back down and sigh. you wondered how you got so lucky.

⌇husk

watching husk talk to other patrons and quickly whip up drinks was a past time of yours that you greatly favored. it was sort of relaxing seeing him in an element that he excelled in, but honestly, just watching him and how good he was with his hands made you blush.

you were currently off, deep in thought, but husk caught your glance. your eyes widen as you try and look away, attempting to save whatever shred of dignity you had by playing it cool. you knew husk wasn’t dumb though. he had seen you staring.

he went back to work quickly enough and you waiting for a few more moments before looking out of the corner of your eye at him, watching him rim a glass with salt. he poured two liquors in at the same time topping off with some red liquid and a lime wedge, pushing it towards a demon who giggled as their hands touched being passed the drink.

you rolled your eyes and as soon as husk’s back was turned you took your opportunity to really look at him. he wore his usual suspenders and pants, but he had slicked back his hair tonight and had on a white button down shirt with suit themed cufflinks. it was an incredibly dapper look and you couldn’t help imagine taking off the damn shirt he was wearing. loosing your grip on reality again, you didn’t notice a drink being slid to you. you hear the drink before seeing it in front of you, looking up, you meet husk’s eyes. a smirk almost tattooed on his face. you blink a few times, trying to understand, when he chuckles.

“if ya keep starin’ at me sweetheart, and undressin’ me with those eyes of yours, i’m gonna catch a cold.” he takes back your old glass and leaves you sitting there bewildered as he helps the next guest. you take a sip and see a slip of paper from under the glass. you squint to read the scrawled handwriting.

“meet me at 1. party should be wrapped up then. you can stare all ya want.”

you placed your hand over the paper and felt your cheeks grow warm. he was going to be the death of you.

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rubra-wav · 2 months

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(Wearing their clothes anon) Sorry! For Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla, Rosie, Angel, Alastor and Pentious

Various! Hazbin x reader stealing their clothes

A/N I ended up only doing them SFW because I just couldn't see most of them being into that. I will probably make a part 2 for Vox, though, because he'd DEFINITELY be into that.

How do you even manage to be smaller then Lucifer, he's like 5'2" LMAO (I am literally an inch taller than him IRL)

CW: SFW, gn!reader, Masc reader for Angel, somewhat suggestive in parts, very slight reference to violence in some, established romantic relationship

Lucifer

- If you came out of your room dressed in his usual outfit, he'd absolutely squeal upon seeing you.

- He would like it very much and thinks you look absolutely adorable in his getup.

- At home, he'd probably just wanna cuddle up to you and play with your (his technically) long sleeves while you watched something or doomscrolled for a while.

- In public he'd be a blushing mess though. (Assuming you'd be wearing his shirt and jacket - he'd likely ask you to change if you were wearing his whole outfit)

- He'd feel an odd sense of embarrassment but also particularly pride about it in public.

- He's so used to being short that if he was out showing you off it'd kind of be a middle finger to people who called him short in a way.

- And also because it's you in his clothes. Basically cementing yourself as being his partner.

- One of the people who would be NSFW about it.

Vox

- He'd love it.

- Especially if it was ridiculously huge on you - like his suit jacket or his button ups in particular.

- In general a partner who's smaller then him would make him feel much more powerful then one he has to look up to, but in his clothes?

- I'm trying to keep it SFW here but yeah 🤨

- If you were wearing his pants and they were super huge on you he'd probably be annoyed though, they'd be getting messed up due to dragging on the ground which is something that'd bother him.

- In public (assuming your relationship is known of. Would be an absolute no to wearing his clothes out if you weren't known about) he would be beaming with pride about it.

- Like Lucifer, it'd cement you as being his partner.

- He'd probably be protective possessive of you in his clothes. If someone tries to even talk to you while you're in his clothes, he would likely be fuming.

- Vox's hands would also likely be on you at all times if you were out with him and wearing his clothes.

Velvette

- If it was anything that was dragging on the floor or getting even slightly crinkled if you wore it she would throw an absolute fit about it.

- She's way too particular about her clothes being treated properly.

- If you're treating her clothes well or if it's something she cares about less? She would probably think you looked very postable like that - which is a good thing in her terms of course.

- Would absolutely want to put photos of you online wearing her stuff. Especially if you both ended up doing an outfit swap with each other due to it.

- Couple stuff gets a ton of likes, and she wants to show you off like the fine arm candy you are to be her partner!

- Probably would not want you wearing her clothes out, though. You would be wearing clothes that fit you or looked perfect for your body type - not hers.

- Most you would get would possibly be her jacket out in public, but even that's unlikely, considering she always picks out every article of clothing and accessory perfectly for her outfits.

Carmilla

- Carmilla would likely see you wearing her clothes and just chuckle, asking you what you thought you were doing exactly.

- She wouldn't feel much of which way about it, just that you were incredibly cute trying to strut around like she usually would in her shirt.

- May try to dance with you since you "so obviously want to be in her shoes"

- slowly guiding you through steps with her through the tango, carefully leading with a look of pure delight on her face.

- Would kiss you on the forehead afterwards.

- Out in public she wouldn't want you to wear her clothes at all however.

- She's the main weapons dealer in hell, a lot of people want her head on a plate for that.

- She would just not feel comfortable having you possibly be mistaken as her or targeted by those people over that.

Rosie

- She wouldn't feel any which way about it either.

- But, she would of course tell you you look absolutely darling.

- Rosie would absolutely be one to pat you on the head about stuff. This included.

- If it's not one of her good dresses or skirts you're wearing.

- She's nowhere near as outright rude about it as Velvette or Vox, but she will firmly ask that you don't wear her good dresses so they don't drag on the ground.

- Outside of clothes, she does like to give you her hat though because it's comically large on your head and it's really cute to her.

- There is absolutely a photo of you with her hat on your head, it falling into your eyes as you smile at the camera.

- In public she wouldn't mind if you wear her clothes out, but she would be scared you would trip over as her skirts are very long.

Angel

- Angel is another one who would love to see you wearing his clothes, not for underlying lewd reasons (surprisingly), but because he thinks you look awesome in his outfits.

- It brings him joy in a way he can't quite describe to see you in his stuff.

- He knows his getups are cool, and to have you, his partner, in his really cool outfits? He loves it.

- Also finds it funny too to see you so small in comparison to clothes and tripping over yourself trying to parade around in some of them.

- Out in public he would probably be encouraging you to wear his stuff because he just likes seeing you wearing his clothes.

- Provided you stay close to him out in public though.

- He's got some insane fanboys and if they saw his boyfriend in his clothes? Shit would hit the fan.

- Without him he wouldn't let you wear his stuff out. Just would put you in danger.

Alastor

- If you were wearing his clothes, it would be because he allowed you to. Ie. Leant you his coat if you were cold.

- In the case of him letting you borrow his stuff, he'd likely just laugh at how oversized it was on you.

- He'd likely say you look darling in it as well, similarly to Rosie but inherently teasing rather than loving like her.

- He sees people smaller then him and likes to pick on them for it a bit.

- Also would probably try hold it over your head as his 'kindness' to you later

- If you showed up in his clothes (not an imitation but his clothes) without permission, though, he'd be incredibly unhappy about that.

- This man seems like the type to hate people touching his possessions without permission, so you showing up in his stuff wouldn't be cute or even him laughing at you - he'd be pretty angry about it and straight up tell you to change.

Sir Pentious

- He'd get all googly eyed about it.

- Would see you swimming in his coat because it's made to fit him as someone with a snake tail instead of legs and just wanna sweep you in close to him.

- He has pretty low self-esteem about himself so seeing you wearing his clothes is pretty much you telling him even more that you don't actually think he's a loser who's kind of gross like a lot of other people in the series think he is.

- Thinks it's just the sweetest thing and likely wants you to wear his clothes often after the first time he sees you in them.

- Somewhat flustered by you wearing them around others and in public because he thinks you two doing PDA/openly expressing you are a couple is somewhat scandalous, but he also does like it very much.

- Would probably try bullshit about him not liking it that much, but it's obvious as it gets.

Some fluff for today 🙏

My requests are still shut rn but they should be opening soon. I'm gonna be trying to finally get chapter 2 of why So blue out tomorrow or the day after. Likely the day after bc it's my birthday tomorrow and I'm doing stuff 🫶

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amphibiahawks321 · 2 months

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[Pokes Rosie's shoulder]'

Rosie : Hm? Yes dear~?

M!Reader : Oh Rosie my love so charming and such a loveable-

Rosie : is it about Susan again?

M!Reader : yes....

M!Reader : Remind me again WHY we can't just kill her?

Rosie : Now dear she might be an old raggedy bitch.. but she is still a citizen to the community

M!Reader : but she's such a stick up the ass! At first i thought I could tolerate her but now I really just can't....

M!Reader : ......Can I at least Secretly sabotage her day so her day would be an absolute nightmare?

Rosie : ......Actually please do

M!Reader : Thank you!

[Pulls out super glue]'

M!Reader : I can finally ruin that woman's dress....

Rosie : ....Wait

[Grabs Y/N's super glue]

M!Reader : Sighs getting second thoughts?

Rosie : Yes....

[Gives Y/N 'Extremely super glue extra sticky']'

Rosie : Use that.... I want to see that bitch dress absolutely ruined...

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader blushing : I swear you're so hot when you show your evil side....

#male reader #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #hazbin hotel reader x rosie #hazbin hotel x reader #reader x hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel #rosie x reader #reader x rosie

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bigfatbimbo · 1 month

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more rosie content??

Ex-wife!Rosie x Reader Headcanons —

a/n — I don’t have a full grasp on Rosie as a character yet because i’ve never officially written for her so keep that in mind!

warnings — established relationship, but like established breakup, mentions of smut, kinda f!reader implied but like??? not rlly? NOT PROOFREAD!!!

summary — Rosie is the readers ex-wife and the relationship is very complicated!

Basically i’ve just had this idea in my head for a while of being ex-wives with Rosie, but where the divorce is the least complicated part of your relationship.

In other words, bitter ex-wives who fight lots and occasionally have passionate sex.

No because if placed in the same room as Rosie, imagine the playful bickering with increasingly passive aggressive undertones.

Like imagine literally dropping something and Rosie smiling with an affectionate, “Ah, still a clutz as always!” “Rosie, still just as chatty. Somethings never change.”

And then that will slowly turn into “And that’s another thing, y/n, you never picked up your jacket. Always leaving it on the floor—“

“—Oh please Rosie, you wanna talk about a mess? Let’s talk about the demon heads in our fridge!”

See, Rosie considers herself a nice person, and to be fair, it is.

But it was also fair to say there was a certain amount of resentment stored around you, and if you tease her first, hey, it’s fair game.

The back-and-forth remarks between the two of you felt very familiar in a sense, yes rooted in truth and almost bitterness, but it was very playful.

Of course, there was more than one reason it was so familiar. One, because of the actual marriage that took place beforehand.

But also because a key aspect of that marriage never…stopped. Yes, i’m talking about the sex part.

The idea of a struggle for power with Rosie is incredibly appealing. Because like I said, she’s nice, polite, and very caring, but she’s still an overlord, meaning she has to be cutthroat.

And that means with you as well.

Rolling over in bed, almost winning dominance before Rosie sinks her teeth into your neck.

“Ow! Rosie, what the fuck? That’s not how you give someone a fucking hickie!”

“Wasn’t trying too, sweetheart,” she’d grin before licking the bite wound.

Which is another thing, topping or bottoming, Rosie leaves marks everywhere. In various ways, as well.

She bites, not to leave hickies, to get a taste of you. On your neck, all over your arms, inner thighs, you name it.

And scratching her name into your skin, because even though you’re divorced, you’re still hers.

I had an anon say once that since she’s a cannibal, she knows a lot about human anatomy.

So while leaving marks and bites all over you, she’d be explaining perfectly: what would happen if she bite to hard or cut to deep there, spots she has to avoid, and spots she has the privilege of indulging in.

And while bottoming I still think she’d be kind of a power bottom. But maybe returning the favor, and biting her up.

Remarking on how she needs a taste of her own medicine, almost as much as you need a taste of her.

I think this idea would be interesting if the reader was also a higher-up of hell, maybe an overlord themself.

Because then it’d almost be the ‘bitter ex-spouses’ trope with the ‘forced proximity.’

I think Rosie is mature enough not to start and argument during an active overlord meeting, but if your not, shes overjoyed to finish it. [or try to!]

Maybe making a snide remark about something Rosie did during your marriage to the person sitting next to you, just loud enough for her to hear it.

And obviously causing your back-and-forth bickering from across the table.

“Oh y/n, would you calm down already?” “Funny, that’s exactly what you said to me when you tried to COOK ME FOR DINNER.”

“Oh please, I changed my mind. Besides, you taste terrible!

Also the angst aspect of it is very intriguing because there had to be a strong trust bond for the two of you to be married in the first place.

Regardless of how or why you two broke up, there’s definitely a level of love still present despite the resentment.

Yes, Rosie’s annoying and a pain to deal with and talk too but… would you still literally die for her? And vice versa? Yes.

Because if you show up at her door, broken and battered, beat up and bleeding from every part of your body, claiming you had nowhere else to go, the divorce or ‘hatred’ wouldn’t be a thought on her mind.

She’d take you in, patch you up, and let you sleep on the couch. Scolding you the whole time for being reckless, but taking on that caring wisdom filled voice.

And maybe you’re in a position that still allows you to see Rosie a lot, so you have that once in a blue moon experience of seeing her cry or breakdown.

She’s a witch and a pain in your ass, but you still remember her favorite yogurt flavor and wear she keeps her tissues.

And you remember that she gets backaches when she’s stressed, so one way or another, you’re end up gently rubbing her back and reassuring her, taking a break from the bitter cold remarks.

None of these happen often, thank god. In fact, probably only once. But you’re both willing.

I could imagine an argument unfolding after one of these heartfelt moments. Only reminding you of the reason you two didn’t last either.

But it still makes you think; could you have?

a/n — Sorry for ending things with the angst, I have a serious problem AND IM EVIL.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #hazbin hotel fluff #rosie x reader #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #rosie x you

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lilithlovessapphires · 19 days

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Rosie meeting Alastor's S/O, and finding out that it's her daughter

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 15𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 2024 (7:37 𝐀.𝐌.)

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏.

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.

- "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫?"

- "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚?"

- 𝐀𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦.

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 - 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲.

- 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

- 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲.

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 0_0

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

- 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

- 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩.

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

- 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫.

- 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

- 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel rosie x reader

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radioisntdead · 1 month

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can request a g/n reader and Rosie where we are the same size as nifty but somehow fit under Rosie’s hat no one knows how not even us

Good evening my dear! I am going with headcanons for this! This is really short my apologies, I didn't know what to do with this other then hat turtle.

You are a chaotic little thing, no one knows where you came from or when exactly you showed up but you stuck with Rosie,

Where Rosie is you are usually near by, typically in her hat, the first time you got into her hat you were running away from Susan, and decided to climb up Rosie's back and put her hat on your head, you didn't expect to just sink into her hat like a turtle going into it's shell.

Rosie routinely has to check her hats before putting them away in case you were taking a nap in there.

Rosie has to shake her hats before going into an overlord meeting because you're not allowed in there, you accidentally got taken in once while taking a nap, you rose up from Rosie's head in a panic and booked it running away like a hat turtle, breaking through a wall in your escape.

"Rosie, Did your hat just grow legs and run???"

"Indeed it did, now you were sayin'?"

Alastor finds you hiding in Rosie's hat hilarious, and solely because of your shared height with Niffty whenever he visits he brings Niffty so the two of you can "play" while he talks with Rosie,

The two of you either stare at each other unblinkingly from the top of your respective cannibal's heads, attack bugs together, maybe terrorize the local cannibals.

Whenever you get tired you go into Rosie's hat, she doesn't even feel the extra weight from you snoozing in her hat,

She's going on a walk? Grab your headphones sneak in her hat and it's the best nap ever.

Literally y'all are like

"Rosie what's under your hat?"

"Oh! [name]'s in there! Say hi [name]!" causally lifts hat

"hi."

Sometimes she'll take her hat off and place it on the ground to confuse people, freaking them out when her seemingly normal hat grow legs and starts running after them.

#radiorambles #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #hazbin rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader

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glorismorningstar · 2 months

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THE LION CHRONICLES

Pairings: girlfriend!Lute x f!reader, fatherfigure!Alastor x f!reader, motherfigure!Rosie x f!reader, siblings!Emily and Sera x f!reader

Summary: Y/N, older sister of Emily and younger sister of Sera, mysteriously disappears from Heaven. She is found by two quirky overlords, who give her a fresh new start. Meanwhile, those close to her mistake her for dead.

A/N: this is just many thoughts put together, this would be the first time I'm making a serious project with fanfiction, so it could take me a while to get the hang of it :3

Warnings: mentions of sex, grief, canon-typical violence, WLW, eventual smut (probably), angst, daddy issues, mommy issues, approval seeking

| Part 0 // Part 1 |

˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

They used to tell me that falling from grace was the worst thing that could ever happen to an angel. In my eyes, that was another of the multitude of lies I'd been told. The worst thing that happened to me wasn't falling, it was never seeing my sisters, my love or my home again. To never walk on the fluffy clouds. To be unable to protect Emily. To leave Sera to deal with responsibilities on her own. To never feel Lute's skin against my own.

What was true, however, was that falling was the most painful thing an angel could experience. The excruciating pain of my wings being torn off my back, the horror of seeing the six feathery stumps on the ground, golden blood spattered everywhere I turned my gaze, the agony of my halo being snapped, the tumble through the portal and the crash with the stony street of wherever I had stumbled upon.

Two people approached me as I laid stranded on the ground. Their shoes were right in front of my nose: one pair was black, red at the toes and above the ankles, the shape accommodated to hoof-like feet; the other pair was all black, a black and red striped gown draped over them. My blurry vision could just make out spots of colour and the lady's feminine appearance, while the one with hooves was more difficult to distinguish in the moment, but it was at best an effeminate man.

"A fallen angel?" A radio-filtered voice spoke right before I blacked out.

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"Look who's up!"

I opened my eyes, finally seeing more clearly than before. I was lying on my stomach on a red-pink couch and weakly lifted my head to look at what I could: the room was of hues of red, pink and boysenberry, a somewhat pleasing palette for Hell. I rolled on my back to get a better look around but the pain that radiated from my shoulder blades stabbed me again, making me cry out and sit up, leaning my shoulder on the couch. I could feel that the tiny stumps that were left of my wings were bandaged with gauze, the difficult tying of the material limiting the movement of my arms.

"Be careful with those, darling, don't push yourself." The lady from before spoke, seated on the bed in front of the couch.

"Thank you for rescuing me, Miss...?" I trailed off.

"Rosie, darling. Welcome to Cannibal Town." She introduced herself with a smile. She seemed quite lovely, almost motherly with the way she spoke.

"Cannibal Town?" The notion made me a little uncomfortable, but if she wanted to hurt me, she'd have done so already.

"Don't worry, dear, no one's out to eat you," the voice from before spoke, the man with the hooves, I guessed. "Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!"

This Alastor seemed like a quirky fellow: his never-ending smile, his moxie, his mannerisms and his radio-like voice, to name a few, were quite charming, but at the same time off-putting. I didn't know whether he was to be trusted or not, but he did save my life along with Rosie.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir." I replied with a weak smile and a small nod.

"Now, tell us, however did we stumble upon Sera and Emily's kindred in such an unbelievably unpleasant condition?" Alastor asked. The names of my sisters sent chills down my spine. I wondered what they were even thinking of me, their own sister, vanishing like that. What if they thought I died? Or worse... what if they thought I left them? That I didn't love them anymore and found a better way to live? And what if Lute thought that?

My breathing quivered and my eyes brimmed with tears at the mere thought. I sniffed quietly and began telling them what happened, voice thick with tears. "Sera approved the extermination. It's disgusting, it's inhumane, it's hypocritical... I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't let Emily find out about such a thing. I couldn't let Lute get involved in such danger... and for what? I know she can handle herself, but I couldn't risk losing her... and Emily's far too innocent know. I- I tried to stop it, I tried to make peace, but what I got instead..."

"Oh, you poor darling..." Rosie frowned and sat beside me, patting my head with affection, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch.

"Say, let's keep your... old titles a secret, dear Y/N, hmm?" Alastor said with an exaggerated tilt of the head, his neck emitting a loud crack with the motion. The noise made me flinch, but the fact that he seemed to be perfectly fine only added to my wonder and curiosity about him.

"Yes, sir." I agreed, looking down at my torn-up gown littered with clumps of feathers.

"To do that, you need a new look, darling." Rosie smiled, to which Alastor agreed with enthusiasm.

"Indeed you do, my dear!" He said and paced back and forth in front of the couch, examining my figure. He seemed to disapprove of the tousled hair, ripped angelic gown, gashes and stumps. "You need new clothes, a fresh new start, and- oh! Animal ears!"

"Animal ears?" I ask with a confused tilt of my head.

"Yes, darling. It's already hard to hide your glow, dim as it may be, and your wings are still a little visible on your back. You need a little something to redirect focus," Rosie explained, resting her chin on her hand. "I bet a nice purple will look great on you."

"Hmm, agreed." Alastor quipped and snapped his fingers. In a heartbeat, the gauze and wounds were gone, replaced by a bright purple striped dress suit, a white shirt, a black and purple bow tie and a darker cloak draped over my shoulders. I was still weak from the fall, but the pain was gone and the look made me feel a little better.

I got up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, a small smile spreading on my lips at the sight. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad here. "You look stunning, darling."

"Thank you, Rosie." I smiled.

"We're not done yet, my dear," Alastor snapped his fingers again, another beam of light flashing around me. "There we are. Perfect."

I opened my eyes and gasped softly at the reflection in the mirror: fluffy golden lion ears twitched atop my head, the tiniest rebellious mane sprouting from between them; a long tail curled and swayed back and forth from under my spine, fuzzy brown tip flicking idly. "A lion?"

"Indeed, dear child. The lion has been a symbol of courage, dignity and nobility for centuries. All qualities that fit you like a puzzle." Alastor encouraged, tapping my back with the back of his cane to correct my posture.

"What about me says courage, dignity and nobility?" I asked, ears drooping with sadness as I gazed up at him with a small frown. A fallen Seraphim, alone and damned forever could never be worthy of such appellations.

"Ha, ha, my dear child, you attempted to stop the extermination-" he began.

"And failed..." I interrupted with a soft sigh.

"Failure is the greatest teacher, Y/N. However much it hurts, what you can do is run from the consequences or face them and learn from them." Rosie spoke with a gentle smile. The feeling of approval, of being guided was so foreign, yet so warm and incredibly welcome. What she said made me think, I had never looked at it that way.

"Nevertheless, you stood up against something you deemed incorrect and you bore the title of Second High Seraphim with class," Alastor continued, tapping the bottom of my chin with his cane. "Walk with your head high, as if you still own your title."

I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile, my new fangs sparkling with cleanliness. Whereas before I saw a broken princess, a gangrenous limb that had been deemed infectious and severed from the organism, now I saw a woman with elegance and panache, the feline traits accentuating the good of my character. There was my new philosophy.

Courage, dignity, nobility.

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Lute had spent the entire afternoon combing through the denizens of Heaven to look for you. Her and Adam had split up to find you, and had had no luck. She hadn't tried asking your sisters yet, they must know where you are better than her, surely. Ever since Lute had made her relationship with you official, she had become a part of the family, treated like your consort.

"Your Highnesses, forgive me, but have you heard from Y/N?" She asked the two sisters.

"No. She was supposed to be here hours ago." Sera said, anxiously placing back and forth, throwing an occasional glance out the window for news.

"We were hoping you had." Emily spoke, approaching the taller soldier. She was trying to keep up morale for Sera, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so.

"No, I wish," Lute ran a hand through her hair, letting out a small sigh. If something were to happen to you, she didn't know what she'd do. "She spent the night before she left, she only told me she'd be back by noon."

"We'll find her. Don't worry." Emily offered with a soft, reassuring smile.

Before Lute could say anything else, a frantic knock on the door brought the women's attention to the matter at hand. Sera and Emily scrambled forward while Lute rushed to open the door, met with Adam's solemn gaze. When she saw the look on his face, she felt something eating her stomach from the inside. In all the time the three of them had known Adam, they had never seen him out of his obnoxious, conceited character.

"Sir? News?" Lute asked, the suspense so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Adam opened his mouth to speak, debating how to say the words, then closed it and sighed, handing a piece of a broken object to Lute and one to Sera.

Y/N's halo.

Sera cried out, the anguish in her sobs palpable as she dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands. "No!"

"Adam, it can't be true...! She- she has to be out there somewhere!" Emily pleaded, trying to convince herself of what she was saying rather that everyone else.

"We found this outside the gates. It was in a pool of angelic blood with a clump of her feathers," he sighed, looking at the ground and closing his eyes. "I'm really sorry."

The eldest Seraphim felt her stomach dropping to her feet. She had failed to protect her own sister from this. Her gut-wrenching cries were difficult to hear, especially for Emily. The young Seraphim gently pried the halo from Sera's hand and held it in her own, trembling as her sister's blood stained her fingertips. The sobs racked her body as she clung to her older sister, the only one she had left.

Lute's airway felt like it was closing up. Whatever could you have done to deserve such a fate? The last time she had seen you was when you left her place to go to the meeting. The night before she had laid with you, spent feverish hours making passionate love to you. If only she had known, she never would have stopped. She never would have let go.

When Adam noticed her hyperventilating, he tentatively rested a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. However, Lute shrugged off his touch and slammed the doors open, flying away with a choked sob while holding the chunk of bloodstained halo in her hand.

Her black and white wings flapped with reckless abandon, carrying her to a quiet, isolated corner where she could think. Sobs of agony racked through her during the flight, bloodshot eyes blurring with ugly tears as she reached a lonely building and landed on the rooftop. Lute dropped to her knees and held the piece of you in her hand, resting her forehead against the object while her breath trembled and stuttered. Her other hand buried itself in her pristine white hair and she screamed her throat raw. She screamed for the love of her life, for her grief, for her anger. For never getting to see your face again, to kiss you, to hold you, to feel you. Because she'd lost who she was fighting for.

And all because of sinners.

Filthy demon scum had taken away her reason to live.

A low growl rumbled from her burning throat as her grip tightened around the halo, knuckles going white with the force. The thought of some disgusting unholy creature even breathing the same air as you made her blood boil.

In that moment, she vowed to do whatever it took to avenge you.

Starting with the extermination.

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dewdropdinosaur · 1 month

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Dew Drop Dino's Hazbin Hotel Masterlist:

Alastor

As the World Caves In

Only For You

Hazbin Having Blues

Quite Fond

Well Ain’t You a Looker

Flush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry

Go Heavy on the Red

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Green May Be His Color

Fixer Upper

White Gold Glitters Too - NSFW

But Momma, I Lover Her

Follow My Lead

Lucifer

Redemption is Best Served Hot

Our Mom

Rubber Ducky, You’re The One

Original Sin

The Whole Being Dead Thing

Smoker, Mid-Night Toker for Love

Lay All Your Love On Me (+ Alastor) - NSFW

Not Your Mother's

Vox

Falling for You

Falling for You Part Two

Screen Time Is Bad For Your Brain

Husk

Bound to Break Boundaries

Rosie

Either Way, What Bliss

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ratskinsuit · 2 months

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No because y’all are ignoring how FINE and absolutely girlfriend material Rosie is. (Mdni, slight smut)

Like just imagine her being your girlfriend, cute romantic dates, sipping wine together, cuddled on the couch.

Her sitting on your lap/you sitting on hers while she does your makeup or fixes your hair or clothes.

The two of you taking a stroll around town, when she suddenly pulls you to the side, her hat blocking the two of you from outsiders are she gives you a quick kiss on the lips, before returning on your walk.

Arms linked together at a party, as she walk you around introducing you to people. “Ah hello n̶̢̤͍̣̱̟͍̤͖͚̩͇̹̋̈́̔͜͝Á̶̡̛̝͙̩̳̀͋m̸̛̫͍͚̪̤͈͔̩͙͔̬͎̅̅̓̃̍̌̽̅̀͑͗̿͘͘͜Ȩ̷̪͚͔̔͗̅̄͒̀̓̏̐͠, oh, who’s this? Oh yes you two. haven’t. met yet, this is my absolutely wonderful partner, are they not just adorable?” Brags about you to anybody and everybody who listens. Yet she is slightly cautious around certain people. Because she does have some enemies (I have no idea who though), who would gladly try to use you against her, and she can’t have anything happening to you, can she?

Offers you a variety of food and delicacy’s from Cannibal town. She will always try to bring you something new every time you two see each other. But if you arn’t one for that certain diet, she will chose to bring you some snacks, and freshly pressed flowers.

She would have a book for you, where you can store all the flowers she gets you into pressed pages. Doesn’t matter if your a he, her, or a them, you are getting flowers and you be better like it. Cannibal town (my head cannon) has a wide variety of unique beautiful flowers, so you book is filled with life.

Her perfectly manicured nails running soothingly across your scalp as you lay you head in her lap. Or those exact same hands gripping onto your hair, practically ripping it from the roots as you lay between her legs, while she softly moans and praises you from above.

She giggles and talks with others nonchalantly as she teases you under the table during tea time, changing the subject if anyone asks questions, brushing it off as you not feeling well. Completely wrong because your feeling great

You two helping each other wind down after a stressful day. She would go from teasing and degrading you, denying your climax , overstimulating you, praises tumbling out of her mouth t ill your crying out, not knowing whether or not you want it to stop or never end.

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A/N: I am still on HAITUS but my mental health is getting better so I may beback this month, to work on the 20+ requests I have lol.

ALSO IF ANYBODY IS PLANNING TO WRITE ROSIE FANFICS PLEASE I BEG OF YOU TAG MEE 🙏 🙏 🙏 (only if you want though, if it’s too much of a problem that’s okay) SHE IS UNDERRATED AND I LOVE HER.

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randoimago · 3 months

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Hi there! Could you please do headcanons on a reader being in a friend group with Rosie and Alastor? Thanks!!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Rosie, Alastor

Warning(s): Cannibalism

Note(s): With how Alastor is, it's so interesting with theorizing if he is actually friends with Rosie or if it's all an act. Idk, I'll write this tho!

Rosie and Alastor

Rosie is definitely the mom friend where she wants to make sure you're eating and taking care of yourself. Most of the food she provides are pieces of humans or other Sinners or Imps, but she still wants to make sure you're eating. Won't be offended if you decline due to having a different diet though.

Alastor is the friend that picks on you constantly and throws insults your way, but if anyone messes with you then he won't stand for it. Until then, it really is Alastor making jokes about your height or your forehead size while Rosie smiles, head empty as it goes on.

Rosie will judge you on your taste in people tho. That's something she'll absolutely do. Alastor would too just to poke fun at you. Rosie is the one that'd comfort you if the relationship goes bad while Alastor is the "I told you so" friend.

Lots of singing and dancing. Karaoke nights or just happy dancing happens between you three. It's not optional, if you don't sing/dance then they will kick you out of the friend group. How dare you.

Taglist: @unhelpfulnpc

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helluvapoison · 3 months

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how would the overlords propose?

Say Yes

how the overlords would propose

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Romance isn’t an afterthought to her, as hard as that is to believe. Carmilla is a very passionate woman… it just comes after logic. Whether you knew it or not, you’ve been put to the test much earlier on. (How you treat her daughters and how they like you is the most important part, if you didn’t pass you wouldn’t have made it this far)

By now she knows you’re worthy and she’ll bring you into her world permanently. Carmilla plans something intimate. She surprises you in her office for a candlelit dinner, courtesy of her private chef! She is a businesswoman first so she gets straight to the point and asks for your hand, literally, slipping the band into your finger.

“Marry me,” Carmilla says, uncharacteristically soft, “With you at my side, I will be complete.”

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Telling himself there’s no rush, that he could wait a thousand more lifetimes to make you completely his, doesn’t cure the urgency to do it anyways. He’s seen any ounce of goodness down here nabbed before anyone else can take it for themselves. Zestial never claimed to be unselfish, only patient. He tests the question to himself first very early on. Then he phrases it differently to you or refers to himself as your husband to others. You mistake it for a slip up and smile anyways. A delightful sign in his eyes.

Zestial is pleased that you don’t suspect it. How could you when he’s merely being his usual, charming self? He takes you strolling down the same path you took when he first began courting you. Ever the gentleman, he pauses before the bridge over the river of magma and actually kneels.

“Would thou spend the rest of this infernal afterlife beside thyself? Say yes and I swear never to stray and never to allow harm to befall thee. Thou shall only know happiness from this moment on.”

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Love at first sight doesn’t exist so do not twist his words when he says he knew you belonged to him the moment you met. Feelings were bothersome and you flooded his entire being with them with a simple gaze. Lingering between the emotions was always pain, which he was familiar with. Unfortunately for him, the cure for his ailment was always you. Marriage was not in the cards for either of you. Alastor thought he had no intention of going through such hassle until he couldn’t stop staring at the vacant spot on your ring finger. Bothersome.

Truly you had no idea what he was plotting. It wasn’t uncommon for him to bring you to his radio tower, going over notes with him or just quietly hanging about while he worked. He told you there would be a guest on his next show and he wanted to rehearse the questions. Simple enough. Before you even read the last one Alastor stopped you with a finger to the lips,

“Pardon my dear, you’ve been a wonderful co host— utterly indispensable these past few years— but that’s my line!” There’s a flicker of hesitation before his smile takes a slightly gentler form, a side of Alastor only you’re privy to, “Will you marry me?”

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Since she was married a few times already, you thought Rosie would be over the whole thing by now. Well you couldn’t be more wrong if you tried! She adores weddings, from organizing them to being in them; the whole shabang is right up her alley! There was a reason her ex husbands didn’t work out but you don’t have to worry about the whys and whatnots. You’re oh so very special to Rosie, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing you!

The fact you think marriage is off the table has her giddy. She loves having the element of surprise! Cannibal’s left and right are in on the plot, making sure you’re exactly where you need to be all day long until you reach the town square at sunset. Crimson rose petals lead you to the gazebo where candles are lit all around your Radiant Rosie. She smiles so fondly at you it makes your knees weak as you climb the steps to reach her. She poured her love into two pages, prepared to make it her best speech ever but the second you were in front of her everything went out the window!

“Oh! I can’t wait another minute! Marry me, won’t you?”

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ the vees might get their own part cause, i feel, they’re particular about marriage

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yourmomwhitediamond · 3 months

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Can I request Rosie x female reader who owns a cannibal meat pie shop close to the emporium? Just them being a cute couple after a long work day. Maybe Y/N brings over some special meat pies she made just for her lovely girlfriend?

Here’s the first one! I am rusty with my writing, so you’ll have to excuse any mistakes. I hope this is good enough! Enjoy!! :D

You were packing everything up for closing time, as per usual. Double checking every cabinet door was shut and locked before heading into the back of your store to gather all that you had brought with you and what you planned to bring home. The main item of concern was a pie you had specially made for your girlfriend and wanted to get home to her while it was still warm. Seconds before you went to flip the final switch the store's bell rang out and you groaned. Every day, at this exact time, the same person would come in at the last second. Susan. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, putting on your best smile as you stepped back out into the front.

"Susan," You greeted in a sickly sweet voice, already sliding open the panel to where her regular order was displayed, "What can I get for you?"

"The same as always, please" Please? That's a first. You didn't comment on it and simply nodded, going on to bring out the tray. If you took too long she'd get snappy, so there was no time for any chitchat, not like you wanted to converse with her today. It had been a hectic day, the time of the week where you’d made a fresh batch of human pies, and Susan was prolonging it.

Swiftly, you wrapped up Susan's order, not wanting to waste a minute longer. You cursed yourself for not doing this early with the knowledge that she'd come along. When you placed it on the counter, ready to take Susan's payment, you checked the time. If she was quick at getting her money out then you'd only be five minutes late. That didn't happen. Because Susan just had to go and take her sweet time getting every penny out of her purse. You felt like reaching over the counter to strangle her, but kept a smile on your face, nevertheless.

When it had been paid for you bid her goodbye, "Bye Susan, I hope you have a lovely evening"

You got the same old, "You too" from her. And the second the door closed you scrambled to gather your things, praying for no further interruptions. With the lights turned off, a bag over your shoulder and the door locked securely, you hurried home.

The moment you walked into your home you were greeted with Rosie's welcoming smile that you returned with an apologetic one.

"I'm so sorry I'm late-"

"Susan?" She interrupted your apology with an amused smirk.

You let out a short chuckle and a curt nod. You were so thankful to have such an empathetic partner such as her. She understood the struggles of dealing with Susan. You went over and pressed a kiss on either of her cheeks followed by a peck on the lips.

"She's insufferable" You whispered.

Rosie cupped your face and brought you into a kiss, mumbling against your lips, "I know, darling"

Smiling blissfully, you parted but kept your forehead up against Rosie's with your eyes closed. She sighed contently whilst snaking her arms around your waist. Her hands bumped into your bag which caused her to look down with an inquisitive expression.

"What's in the bag?" Her question brought you out of your enraptured state. Your eyes snapped open and you stepped back from the embrace.

"I made you a little something," You told her as you reached into your bag. A proud smile adorned your face with the pie you'd baked held out in front of you.

"Oh sweetie," Rosie took the pie and grinned widely, taking in the intricate patterns on the pastry, "I thought I smelt something good"

"It's got all of your favourite meats in; pinky fingers, eyeballs with some brain, and a few other little things. It will need warming up aswell"

"It'll be perfect, you know me all too well" She placed a kiss on your head before walking off to the dining table. You followed suit, noticing the teapot and cups set in your places. It made your smile grow further knowing that she'd patiently been awaiting your return, having prepared you both the hot beverages to drink over some good gossip, as always.

"Pray tell what these 'few other little things' are?"

"I'm not telling" She feigned an offended gasp at your response.

Laughing faintly, you approached her from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist. With your chin resting on her shoulder, you whispered, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

"I suppose I will”

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rubra-wav · 3 months

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Yes! That’s exactly what I meant with the butterflies and characters!

I now have another request for main cast +Rosie and how they’d react with a Toriel (undertale)! reader where they’re basically a super comforting mother-like figure. I specifically want their reactions to reader making Toriels iconic and homely butterscotch cinnamon pie.

The main cast + Rosie × Toriel-like reader hcs

[ Part 2/ x Lucifer ]

A/N Glad I got the first one right! I've mostly written this as generally parental to keep stuff more gn, but reader is definitely more maternal than paternal.

I love this prompt sm. Toriel is such a sweetheart, and I feel like a reader who's like her would be a massive help to the cast and their progress of redemption.

Cw: SFW, technically gn but I use the words 'mum or dad' to refer to reader, platonic, kinda hurt/comfort in parts, suggestive in Angel's, references to cannibalism in Alastor's and Rosie's

Charlie

- Charlie would love you so much.

- She's got absolutely horrendous unresolved parental issues from both parents, so she would attach to you so quickly.

- If you tell her how wonderful of a job she's doing and that you are proud of her as a warm, caretaking parental-like figure, then she's gonna be bawling like an absolute baby.

- You want an unofficially adopted daughter?

- When you bake her the pie, she will feel years of ignoring her damaged inner child absolutely smack into her at once.

- Runs over to you and just grips onto your shirt as she bawls into your shoulder, saying thank you over and over again and apologising for crying. Probably accidentally calls you mum or dad as you're there hugging her and is then super embarrassed after it.

- After that? Yeah, she just keeps calling you mum or dad accidentally. It just becomes habitual at some point, and everyone else in the hotel just kinda accepts it.

- I can see her unconsciously calling you mum or dad on the phone to Lucifer himself and Lucifer going nuts about it, thinking she's either talking about Alastor or Lilith has come back.

- It'll just be the Alastor shenanigans all over again, but when Lucifer actually sees you, he can't even be mad.

- You offer him tea and stuff you've made for his visit, and he's just there angrily stuffing his face while slightly crying because he's trying so hard to stay mad, but Charlie looks so happy as she talks animatedly about him to you and you're so genuinely sweet unlike Alastor.

- He's also lacking a massive spot missing in himself that Lilith left that you could fill.

- ... Want an unofficial adopted husband, too?

Vaggie

- At first, she really doesnt like you.

- Nah, she hates you straight up.

- Finds how you act for a demon to be greatly untrustworthy, and she's very defensive because she thinks you're just another Alastor who's trying to get close to Charlie to potentially harm her.

- After a while, though, she sees you are just genuinely a deeply abnormal demon as compared to what she's seen.

- Then she quickly warms up to you.

- She never thought she had any kind of missing parent spot in her heart, being an ex exterminator and all, but oh boy, was she wrong.

- She's never experienced any kind of presence like yours - as an exterminator, she didn't have parents.

- And because of that, she's suddenly found herself unable to stop crying for some reason as you hugged her and told her she's doing a really good job protecting everyone.

- She's never had that in this way. Charlie is, of course, supportive but not in a way that's parental.

- If you tell anyone about her crying in your arms, she says she will deny it and end you.

- When you offer her the pie, she doesn't break down like Charlie, but she's so happy. Has googly eyes about it and is fighting tears as you come and hug her.

- Very much appreciates you and all you do, in a much less 'going to start actually calling you mum/dad' way, though.

- Does somewhat attach to you like that however.

- Absolutely becomes particularly protective over you.

Angel Dust

- You vex him so greatly.

- At first, he thinks it's some kind of roleplay thing you were trying to get him to play out, and he's not into it at all.

- Downplays it if you're male with a; "Well, I'm not usually into that kinda calling people daddy, but -"

- Straight up tells reader he's not into that if reader isn't male, however.

- Is even more confused when you are horrified he thinks you're trying to bed him.

- All his years of coming across terrible people have made him avoid you like the plague, he doesn't trust you because you're just so?? Weird?

- Thinks you're trying to break his walls down with kindness so you can take advantage of him, so his guard is literally always all the way up with you.

- He cracks a bit, though, when he's had a rough night and you find him sitting on the lounge in the TV room with his head in his hands.

- You bring him a slice of the butterscotch cinnamon pie, hearing he likes sweet things, and some tea with a painkiller on the side of the plate.

- When he says thank you hesitantly, you just smile and hum before leaving.

- After that, he starts to warm to you.

- You help to patch him up if he ever gets injured and take care of him when he comes home wasted.

- When you patch him up/take care of him, you sometimes help brush his fur out, and he loves that a lot.

- Will lie about not liking it, though. He's not meant to like soft affection. It goes against his persona he tries to put on.

- The way he leans into your touch though whenever you do this is very telling.

Husk

- He doesn't like you at all.

- Finds the way you treat him deeply unsettling and borderline humiliating, and wishes you would just leave him alone.

- He's a grown man, he doesn't want to be treated like someone's kid - especially some random.

- When you back off, he's thankful for it.

- He appreciates when you do smaller gestures for him though that are less parental/ emotional and are more just practical.

- If you help him clean up, give him stuff to eat while he's working, volunteer to massage his shoulders, etc. He's happy.

- When you give him some of the butterscotch cinnamon pie, he's gonna bitch he doesn't like sweet things but he'll be lying about not liking it.

- Probably will try to recreate the recipe in secret late at night.

- Absolutely mortified when you find him absolutely covered in flour with a mixing bowl in his hands after hearing him sneeze loudly.

- The ingredients on the bench very clearly match what would be in a butterscotch cinnamon pie.

- When you say he could have just asked you what the recipe was, he gets incredibly defensive and vehemently denies it.

- You wave him off apologising for 'assuming wrong', then leave him to continue what he totally wasn't doing.

- He gives up after that and goes to bed rather embarrassed, getting caught on his bs.

- He's extra embarrassed when the next day he finds the recipe written on a piece of paper slid under his room's door.

- He acts like he doesn't like you still, but it's an absolute lie.

Sir Pentious

- Deeply paranoid about you in the beginning, naturally.

- He finds the way you act extremely strange and the way it makes him feel even stranger, so he avoids you for a while.

- One night when he thinks you're asleep he comes to look longingly at you like with other members of the hotel.

- Only to find you are not asleep at all, and are just reading late into the night, lost in a book.

- He inwardly curses and tries to leave, but the floorboards outside of the door creak with his movement, and he's mortified, anticipating getting the living crap beaten out of him.

- Is surprised when you smile at him and beckon him over instead, though, asking him what he's doing up so late.

- Slowly comes over to you and sits down next to you hesitantly. He's still anticipating a beating, but figures if he does what you ask he will receive less of one.

- You of course don't, and your soft nature sweeps him in. His tired and secretly touch starved self is very quickly falling asleep curled against you.

- After that, he quickly warms up to you, finding your caring, affectionate nature very much something he's missing and wants.

- When you serve him the cinnamon and butterscotch pie, he goes very weepy about it. He doesn't really like sweet things that much, but he's so soft about the gesture.

- Would probably be one to attach to you hard as a parent-figure as well. Would never allow himself to call you mum or dad though.

-If he does, it's mumbled out while he's very tired and not thinking while snuggled against you.

- One of his eggs hears this and later addresses it, and he's absolutely horrified.

Alastor

- He's another person who's particularly fond of you for the get-go.

- He has a surprising soft spot for people who act parent-like - especially when it's more on the motherly kind of side of things.

- So, from day one, he's treating you much more genuinely nicely than he usually would other people.

- He would never in a million years act like the others do with you. However, he certainly does not shy away from you doting upon him.

- He'd accept tea and pastries (even though they aren’t exactly to his usual tastes), as well as the affection and praise you give out liberally graciously with a smile and warmness that is not as forced as it is with others.

- But he would certainly never allow himself to become attached enough to you to see you like a parent to him. He's got one parent, and you could never replace her.

- When you come out with the butterscotch cinnamon pie, looking all homely and soft with it in your hands, he feels himself smile widely and let's out a laugh that's so lacking of the usual mocking/underlying bad intent that it would surprise the listener.

- Happy to tell you about his day each time he comes home over tea.

- Of course he doesn't discuss anything under surface level things, though he certainly likes the smalltalk you bring to the table.

- You may be able to crack his outward persona a little bit and get him to very vaguely touch upon what's going on with him under the surface, but even then, it's never truly honest or obvious as to what his true thoughts are.

- When he has the breakdown in the final episode, he particularly avoids you afterwards as he just knows he'd risk letting his walls down too much around you.

Niffty

- Another one who absolutely loves you from day one.

- You let her put on puppet shows with the dead insects she kills and compliment her messed up collections and art, though you do push her towards less sadistic/unhinged forms of entertainment.

- She doesn't stop what she does, of course, but she will take up some of what you recommend. Usually in a very twisted way though.

- ie. 'paintings of butterflies', but it's actual butterflies mixed with other insects like a messed up form of taxidermy all glued down onto a page.

- Likes having you around to do the mopping and vacuuming around the hotel with her.

- She of course helps with the work, but she particularly enjoys sliding full speed across the floor while it's wet towards you and watching you panic as you scramble to catch her.

- Also likes to sit on the vacuum cleaner when you use it talking about anything and everything.

- You usually both end up absolutely covered in soapy water by the end of cleaning.

- She also likes the meals and desserts you make for her very much.

- When you bring out the pie, she's sitting down and kicking her legs excitedly as she looks at it as you bring her a slice.

- After shes done, she's going over to you and is sitting in your lap while kicking her feet even more excitedly and cuddling up against you, basking in your hugs while giggling.

- Absolutely calls you mum or mama. Regardless of your gender, you'd be getting called mum by her.

Rosie

- Pleasantly surprised to meet a sinner like you.

- You two get on like a house on fire the second you meet.

- She's of course cordial, but it's much less forced around you, and she feels a lot more easy going around someone like you.

- She's absolutely beaming in every meeting you have and absolutely adores being around you at all points.

- She finds how you instantly try to take care of everyone around you - including her - absolutely endearing and extremely cute.

- Loves having tea with you and Alastor.

- It's not often she can find someone who is unafraid enough to have tea with not only her but also Al, so she's absolutely elated. Most people are scared for obvious reasons to dine with cannibals.

- Normally, she would turn down the kind of food you make, but she just cannot bring herself to.

- You're too sweet to say no to in her books.

- She's somewhat hesitant to try it like with most of what you bring when you bring out the pie, but is delighted when she does.

- Truly loves it, and your gestures are just so absolutely lovely to her.

- Doesn't attach to you as a parental figure at all, but certainly does love having you as a friend.

- She absolutely tries to dote on you in the same way you do with her.

- A bit hesitant to start cooking more normal dishes though, so she ends up asking you to cook with her.

- She's surprised at how fun it is to cook with you.

- Rosie and you end up starting to bake or prepare desserts for your teatime sessions with Al. It quickly becomes an activity she absolutely cherishes.

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amphibiahawks321 · 3 months

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Rosie : And are you sure you still want to visit the Emporium sweetheart?

M!Reader : PFFTT! Rosie you already introduce to all of the cannibals what's the worst that could happen?

Rosie : well not all of them.... You know a certain lady I told you about?

M!Reader : Hm? Oh! Susan?

Rosie : Yeah...

M!Reader : Oh come on dear one citizen that is annoying can't be that bad!

Rosie : Oh you'll see....

Rosie Emporium

Enters

M!Reader : Wow! The place is so beautiful rosie!

Rosie : Oh shucks! ^v^

Somebody taps Y/N's shoulder

M!Reader : Hm?

Rosie (quietly) : fuck...

M!Reader : Oh! Where are my manners! Nice to meet you my name is Y/N and you are?

Susan : So.... This is the guy you were talking about Rosie? He looks mediocre at best and that selection of clothing his wearing is absolutely atrocious!

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N stares at Rosie]

M!Reader : Susan?

Rosie : Susan.....

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bigfatbimbo · 28 days

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Hey pookie hope you're doing well!

I was curious about a Rosie x Reader who is a female butler? (Yes they exist they are not just maids)

Listen im a sucker for royal x guard ships im weeeeeak

a/n — I LOVE ROSIE!!! I don’t have a great grasp on her character though because i’ve actually only watched that episode once but… I try.

warnings — suggestive, mostly just fluff, f!reader implied but it’s never brought up or stated, NOT PROOFREAD!!

summary — f!butler x rosie

Rosie is absolutely a wonderful woman to work for.

Along with the pay being well, not to mention the surprisingly comfortable servants quarters, she has a refined level of respect for her staff.

Not to say the work isn’t hard, and the constant smell of fried up demons is not a picnic.

As her butler, your in charge of managing the cooking and cleaning staff, and sometimes doting on Rosie.

After all she has a lot to do around hell, being the leader of a bunch of cannibalistic maniacs (such as herself).

Seeing as butlers are in charge of greeting guests, preparing wardrobes, and assisting in the preparation of events, your around Rosie a lot more than the other staff.

Even if you weren’t, she’d still take care to know your name, just as she does everyone else.

But she definitely admires your work ethic, and her relationship with you isn’t as formal as it would be if you worked for any other overlord.

She jokes with you while you dote on her, or just follow her around.

You definitely know an ungodly amount of gossip about other overlords in hell, or any drama that goes on with the higher ups.

Needless to say, there’s a level of trust there.

You take care of her when she’s overwhelmed with work, even if it’s your job it’s still undeniable.

And she treats you kindly, almost acting as if your friend instead of your boss, but never truly crossing that boundary.

Now, a romance aspect is what you want, I’m sure.

So Rosie’s working late, making sure things are running smoothly in cannibal town, maybe putting together tomorrow’s sale.

And she’s clearly tired, it happens to everyone when they have a job like this, but her work isn’t done yet.

So you waltz in with your formal demeanor, and place a cup of tea on her desk.

“Oh thank you, sweetie, but i’m not in the mood—“

“It’s your favorite, earl grey with a spike of blood,” you interject, “And if I may, ma’am, you’re in need of short break.”

That’s when Rosie would start to feel a sense of affection towards you, when she realized your shift ended hours ago.

You stayed anyways specifically to help her on her busy night.

Workplace flirting would be unbearable.

She’d be calling you ‘my darling’ instead of just her usual ‘dear’ like she does with the rest of the staff.

Lingering touches while she walks past, linking her arm with yours or resting her hand on your shoulder, overall being super touchy.

Her requests from you would be more frequent, as much as Rosie likes to keep things classy, that doesn’t change the fact that her crush on you grows everyday.

Maybe she’d even ask for a massage, actually.

See, her type of flirting is very subtle, so you wouldn’t even notice it’s happening unless it’s directed towards you.

Which, often, it very relentlessly is.

A relationship between boss and employee is inappropriate, and Rosie absolutely would respect your space.

Unless you feed into it, she wouldn’t cross that boundary.

But from the point of view of the butler, is she flirting? Or is she just being nice? I mean clearly you’re her favorite and most important staff member… so is she just being appreciative?

But, when and if that line is crossed, things wouldn’t be different other than the secret workplace affair.

She’d treat you the same during work hours, but any time you two are alone, she’d be all over you.

Peppering you in kisses, eating you up, holding your face in her hands.

Calling you into her room for… butler duties.

Needless to say, the work never stops. But with Rosie it wouldn’t feel like work.

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