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Corner Store - Cinnamon Toothpicks

Reader: owns the store. Been in Hell awhile. No gender is mentioned in this fic. Summary: Charlie comes into the shop in search of something. warning: mention of flavored lube ------------------

The clattering of a windchime denotes a customer’s arrival, so you slip an old receipt into your book and slide it under the counter. “Welcome.” You say and try not to yawn. You rub at your eye and lament the stiffness in your neck. How long have you been reading?

That energetic blond who runs that odd hotel up the road is looking around the shop. “Whiteboard markers are in the third aisle. Other stationery is in aisle 4, look in the boxes” The princess was always running out of pins, paper, and markers.

“Oh, thanks!” She hesitates a moment and glances around uncertainly, “Do you have any…” she makes some odd hand gestures and you aren’t nearly awake enough to interpret what the Princess of Hell wants “the thing that tastes really nice but isn’t for eating?” “Uhhh… “ You really take a moment to process what Charlie could be asking for. “There’s flavored lube in the back.” “No! nonononono…I mean it’s not a bad thing but that’s not what I want…and what flavors do you have? No no not what I’m here for Charlie.” She’s speaking to herself or having some internal dilemma. You grab a washcloth and start wiping off the counter. “The sticks! The wooden sticks that taste like cinnamon! Not…lube” Charlie blurts out, and you cringe at the volume.

Charlie cast her eyes back to the adult section in the back “Wow…that’s a lot of different types…” You can hear her whisper.

“The flavored -toothpicks-. You want the cinnamon toothpicks. They’re with the household stuff beside the plastic wrap.” You keep your face neutral as you wave towards the correct area.

Charlie grabs a package of cinnamon toothpicks, snacks, and stationery. Then she adds a box of chocolates to the pile on the counter. “I’ve never seen these in other stores.” “There are other flavored ones, and I can order in some if ya wanted.” You offer because it’s not like the product is hard to get. The shelf-life is decent. Charlie beams, “Yes! I would love one of every flavor!” You step back at the enthusiasm. “Okay… you own that place up the road, right? I’ll order some and drop them off when I get a free moment.” You grab a notepad and do some calculations. “It’ll be around this much, sound good?” Charlie writes her number on the pad and the hotel’s address though you can see the place up the road. “Okay~! Thank you so much! I’ll make sure Vaggie and Alastor know to expect a delivery.” You process the rest of the order and watch Charlie dash out. Sitting back on the seat behind the counter you grab a distribution book that’s falling apart. There is a colorful patchwork of sticky notes with re-routed numbers, new dealers, and different contacts throughout all the rings.

Wrath has the toothpicks, and since you’re calling in an order from this particular company you’ll re-stock on other items. Most of the Pride ring franchise places are limited to their overseers' distributors, run by Sinners. You don’t want to get into deals with Overlords or wannabe overlords. So far Hellborne distributors and warehouses have been good to your little shop.

#hazbin fics #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin reader #corner store in hell #hazbin charlie

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musingsofaleaf · 1 year ago

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Corner Store

Musing: A reader who owns and runs a dingy little corner store near the Hazbin Hotel. It's dimly lit (because electricity costs money!) and the shelves are in 3-4 different styles frankenstein-ed from dumpsters. There's a little area for fresh food, mostly bread, bananas, and salad mix. Canned or boxed foods and snack foods line the shelves. There's an array of drinks in the wall fridge. A large freezer has dumplings, nuggets, 'finger' food, and other buried treasures, and there's a bucket at one end of the freezer for ice-pops and other ice cream treats. There's a shelf with tools, ammunition, and off-brand children's toys. This store is for some reason the only store (insert person) can find (niche comfort food/drink) ! The floors are technically clean but the floor is so old it forever looks dirty. Nothing in the store screams 'high class' but there is definitely a fancy wine in stock , and a few inconsistent items like a new in-the-box printer, fancy books, and plush towels. There's a box with new clothes, and another with mid-tier make-up products. The clerk counter is scuffed, it's weathered many hold-ups and robberies. The cash register looks to be from the 30's. There's a cot stuffed behind the counter along with a bunch of other clutter in boxes.

Reader is just serving the community, they've seen some shit and aren't interested in drawing too much attention. They make enough to pay bills, and fix shit up as it falls apart (or is blown apart). There's a lot of downtime between customers so the reader has a habit of trying to learn something new with their time. Most people walking in catch them reading a book but not many even spare a thought for the title and content of the book.

#hazbin oc #hazbin reader #hazbin hotel x reader #musing hazbin #hazbin hotel #Corner Store in Hell

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musingsofaleaf · 1 year ago

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PLATONIC

𐂂 Oh best believe he's not gonna take you seriously at the beginning of your so-called friendship, I don't even think he considers it as one.

𐂂 He just considers you as one of the many people he knows. He also definitely doesn't think of you as an equal or anyone significant.

𐂂 He'll probably acknowledge your existence if you were a part of the hotel, but if you were just a random demon off the streets then no, he has better things to do with his time. Not unless you do something that grabs his attention.

𐂂 Deliberately trying to be on his good side won't affect him in any way, he's used to that treatment, therefore what you're doing is nothing special.

𐂂 But what does grab his attention? Subtle things. Giving him his space, if you have a phone or any technology invented beyond the 1930s you generally try and avoid him, thanking him as he passes you your portion of the meal he cooks for hotel bonding nights that Charlie mandated. Stuff like that when added up makes Alastor generally more appreciative of your existence.

𐂂 Only then you're upgraded from an acquaintance to an acquaintance that isn't as annoying to be around as the rest.

𐂂 That's when he strikes up random conversations with you, he appreciates it if you take the time to listen and add to it, even more so if you actually set aside something you were doing just to talk with him. It gives him a mini ego boost every time.

𐂂 Writing something while he talks about the hotel's structural problems? His smile widens when you close your notebook and join him by recounting the time you almost fell down the balcony.

𐂂 Eating breakfast and he talks about how he hunts the perfect deer for venison? There you are, chewing your food and nodding, listening to how he graphically describes the process while the rest of the hotel stares at him in horror.

𐂂 Another thing he does during this phase is popping out of nowhere and keeping up with what you're doing, call it interest, call it curiosity, or maybe it's boredom. Now that Alastor knows that you are more tolerant of him he'll fully use that to his entertainment.

𐂂 I can see him trying to get a deal out of you but it doesn't go anywhere, since I'm going to assume we are all smart enough to not hand our souls to Alastor on a silver platter.

𐂂 Survive his onslaught of impromptu shenanigans and move on to the next tier of actually being friends.

𐂂 Alastor treats his friends as his equals so there's that, also be ready to accept his invites to drinking coffee around the hotel and talking about the latest mess the hotel went through.

𐂂 The way he treats you compared to how he treats Angel or Husk is way different that it physically gives everyone a whiplash. I'm talking about something like this:

"Can you not scare off people, smiles? We're tryna bring in people into the hotel." Angel explains, Alastor only simpers as he feigns ignorance.

"Why, I don't know what you're talking about!" He laughs as he skips off merrily. Charlie and Vaggie then nod to each other and drag you into the conversation, whispering you something before they push you towards Alastor.

"Hey Alastor, I just wanted to ask if you could help me with something?" You ask, you haven't made up a chore to ask for help from him but you needed a reason to try and stop him from scaring any potential guests. Does Alastor know? I guarantee you he does. But does he let you do it anyways? Yes, absolutely he does.

"Anything to help a dear out, if you'll excuse us then!" Alastor bids goodbye for the both of you as you walk away, despite being the one to ask him, he was the one leading the way.

𐂂 Alastor also invites you to meet Rosie! Rosie finds you very endearing and if you had a penchant for cannibalism expect luncheons together with them.

𐂂 By this point everyone in the hotel notices how Alastor gravitates towards you, they have mixed reactions to it but the general consensus is to not disrupt your "bonding sessions" as Charlie puts it.

𐂂 Alastor oftentimes shares jokes whether or not you appreciate his humor. Side note, Alastor full-on cackles if you or Rosie say something outta pocket about somebody, and hangouts with both of them are generally a good time. He'll try to say shit like:

"Let's be nicer now." All the while he holds in a laugh after you and Rosie called Susan the wicked bitch of the West.

𐂂 This is also a silly thought of mine, but picture this:

You decided to stay up late one night after you decided to do whatever it is you were putting off and after a while, you decided to grab some coffee from downstairs.

Arriving at the kitchen you see, this eldritch abomination in the shadows looming over the cabinet where the instant coffee packets were kept. It then takes you a few seconds to register that it was Alastor and you were just left standing by the kitchen doorway, wondering what to say.

"Can I grab the coffee packets from that cabinet over there?" You point towards the cabinet, Alastor then quickly shifts back to his usual form and ushers you to the kitchen counter.

"Nonsense my dear! Why don't I make us some nice and hot coffee instead of consuming such tasteless things." Alastor insists and before you could even refuse he was already doing a French press.

𐂂 Though as you can imagine Alastor has his off days, he makes it clear to you when he isn't in the best of moods and you steer clear of him per his request. Then the fight with Adam happened. As the rest of the hotel was busy with rebuilding the hotel, you were balancing both looking for Alastor and helping paint the walls of the new hotel.

𐂂 This is when the remaining walls he had crumbled down as you find him at his lowest, basically defeated and while he was royally pissed when someone saw him in such a vulnerable state, you were the best option out of the ensemble that was currently singing outside of the ruins of his old radio station.

𐂂 Hesitant as he was, he let you dress his wound with bandages, he wasn't comfortable with anything else you offered, not with cleaning up the wound itself, not with telling the rest that he was alive, and definitely not asking for help from anyone either. So you stayed there for a while after you finished dressing his wound up, his blood immediately soaking through the bandage. But you didn't say anything and let Alastor be, and after a few more minutes in silence, he got up and offered you a hand as if he wasn't the one who needed it. The only thing he says is:

"We mustn't dilly-dally now, the rest are waiting for you." Not us, just you. It sounded bitter but you didn't say anything.

ROMANTIC(? AS MUCH AS ALASTOR CAN BE AT LEAST)

𐂂 Romantic isn't the right word for Alastor, I imagine him to be somebody who doesn't outright say his feelings but there's a gradual change, and then one day, before you know it people around the hotel will start asking you if you two were a thing. He's not going to acknowledge the change verbally, but he does notice it and acknowledges it in his own way.

𐂂 Don't get me wrong he's capable of being romantic, acts of service is his go-to, and on days that he feels like it he can be very vocal with his affections. But it's not an everyday occurrence.

𐂂 This only starts right after something like seeing him at his lowest, that for me is when I feel like he's more willing to be more open to you. I mean, you've already seen him at rock bottom, so why not?

𐂂 Go to him during your more vulnerable moments, he's done it to you so he expects the same. Trust goes both ways after all.

𐂂 It starts out small, if you were used to setting things aside just to listen to him ramble, wait until you start to notice that he's doing the same thing for you. Usually when you're discussing something he multitasks, of course he still listens but efficiency is of the essence. Eventually though, he starts to physically put aside anything he is doing, showing that you have his full attention.

𐂂 There are also times when you (and the rest of the hotel) notice that your portion in meals that he cooked has significantly more than what the others have on their plates. Anyone who complains gets told that they were only imagining it by Alastor.

𐂂 Alastor also gradually becomes more lenient with you, letting you get away with a lot more than you should. Steal his monocle? He'll wear his glasses as he searches for you in the hotel. Break something by accident? He'll be by your side telling you to be more careful as he picks up every broken piece before you hurt yourself.

𐂂 Adjustment is key, I can see the other party doing more of it but he also makes an effort to meet you halfway. Are you particularly touchy? He doesn't get it but he knows it makes you happy so he makes an effort to accommodate you.

𐂂 Words of affirmation? Since he gets to see you get all flustered he's up for it! He finds you adorable whenever you do.

𐂂 Alastor tries for you, tries to navigate all of those unfamiliar territories that he's never had the chance to explore to ensure that you don't feel like the only one in your relationship. It does feel like it sometimes, I won't sugarcoat it, Alastor at heart is a man cold and sharp on the edges, but he isn't Alastor if he wasn't and he still cares for you all the same even if he doesn't show it.

𐂂 I'd say the most romantic part of the day for the both of you would be reading together in his room, fire crackling as you sit on the floor (much to Alastor's protest) while you lean against Alastor's chair. Sometimes he sneaks a peek into your book just to see what you were reading out of curiosity, and you'd rather not tell him that you could see him doing it from his reflection through the small mirror he had hanging by one of his shelves.

𐂂 Pet names for days! Yes he does call you chere, next question please. Pet names become more frequent the closer you two become, although, the more personal nicknames would be said behind closed doors. The most he'll call you in public would be darling, he didn't need to air out every part of his life and you both were content at that. Also, call me crazy, delusional even, but hear me out here sharks:

You were sitting by the fire, with Alastor still complaining that sitting on the floor was nowhere near as comfortable as you said it was, you only laughed lightly at how much of a fuss he's kicking up.

"I won't die a second time just because I decided to sit on the floor Al. Besides, you're a lot closer if I sit here. I like it like that. So let me have this one, please?" You don't know why, but he stops in the middle of his tangent. Something about what you just said struck something in him that got him laughing softly, even going so far as to ruffle your hair ever so gently.

"Oh, you dear old thing. I suppose I can't stop you." He eventually takes his hand back and goes back to reading as he hums together with the faint melody of jazz in the air.

𐂂 Alastor helps you dress up if you ask, need help with a zipper you can't quite reach? Hold his staff for a moment while he does. Can't pick between two things? Ask him and he'll give you his opinion, he'll often say you'll look just as lovely wearing either one but he does have his choice.

𐂂 You don't sleep in the same rooms unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you see it, if you're a part of the rehabilitation program you both would have a separate room of your own. Neither of you made any plans of asking Charlie to move you to his room or vice versa either since you were both unprepared for whatever questions she may have so you both agreed to put it off, there really was no urgency or need to stay in the same room anyways.

𐂂 Letters! Events like Valentine's Day never interested Alastor, there was no one to spend it with so he never needed to worry about it. But with you in the picture he starts to think otherwise, you both rarely ask for anything from the other so gifts would have to be purely given by initiative, and now was the perfect time. It takes Alastor an almost embarrassingly long amount of time to settle on writing you a letter, a heartfelt one dedicated to thanking you for being a part of his afterlife, for being someone he can trust, and for making the days less monotonous for him. Imagine his surprise when he hands you a letter only for you to give one of your own. You both share a laugh and settle down by the fire, reading your letters together as Alastor sits down on the floor together with you just this once to humor you he says.

𐂂 All in all, it takes a while, but with time, patience, and I mean a lot of it, you'll get there.

╭┉┉┅┄┄┈•◦_•◦❥•◦_

Interested in hearing me yap even more? Give Signed, Alastor a go if you have the time. It's about a bat and a deer faffing around until they sort their feelings out.

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musingsofaleaf · 1 year ago

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So like I know anon been doing a lil Chauffeur x Blitz but could you imagine how jelly the Vees would be at seeing Chauffeur with someone? Especially an IMP like Blitz?

Blitz is a triple whammy here, 1) He's an Imp, literally the lowest class in Hell next to Hellhounds while the Vees are overlords. 2) Blitz isn't exactly shy with the PDA, he's down for everything from just handholding while waiting in line for coffee to dragging you/getting dragged by you into a nearby alley to get frisky while the Vees haven't even been able to establish friendly contact let alone romantic or intimate contact. 3) They can't even get rid of him because he's a highly skilled assassin who is the leader of a bunch of other highly skilled assassins, it wouldn't end well for them.

Val probably both loves and hates the view, loves because damn can Chauffeur kiss but hates because he can't join. Vox hates it but secretly gets off on it, he's save the vid and is trying to make a VR dating/kissing Chauffeur experience. Vel is interrogating Chauffeur and stalking Blitz online to find out what Blitz has that they don't.

Oh definitely, they are so upset and jealous.

Because an imp out of them has your heart in his hands?

Vox would definitely try to make some kinda VR deal or some kinda dating sim thing with you. Don't let him fool you, he will play that VR/dating sim for hours.

Valentino is definitely using Vox to spy on you and he definitely sees some scenes he shouldn't be able to see. Like your make out sesh in your home that would make the most evil sinner blush. He definitely uses the same techniques/positions in his next porno and you have a weird feeling about it cause it seems familiar in some way.

Velvette is most definitely stalking Blitz's vox-stagram and asks you blunt questions:

"How long have you both been together?" "Why am Imp? Why not an Overlord?"

Shit like that. You answer honestly and just keep doing your job like normal. You definitely think something weird is going on but you can't really..put your finger on it.

Blitz? Is like being careful cause while he is an skilled assassin, you do work for three of the most dangerous Overlords. But he's smug especially when he has the pleasure of walking/driving you home after work. He's got your favorite take out and everything just to rub it in the Vee's face.

And you? You probably don't suspect a thing and just want to go home to love up on your boyfriend, watch a movie and pass out. They did give you two weeks off. (It's so they could stalk your voxstagram)

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musingsofaleaf · 1 year ago

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Hello, oh my, damn... so english isn't my first language and i wasn't sure how to phrase it better so don't worry, i totally understand being uncomfortable and I'm sorry 😅

I did enjoy your version very much and i also think that you should definitely go for a crow reader cause that is such a cute idea!

- accidentally proposing anon

No problem! And since you're interested here's some very quick ideas I had about crow reader before I go to work today!

Alastor

Nothing phases this man anymore. Niffty literally gifted him a crown of dead roaches. So when you flutter excitedly and present him with a string of shiny can tabs, you've been collecting he accepts it graciously.

"You're quite right dear, these are incredibly colorful. Yes, very shiny are you sure you don't want to keep this? Oh! You made it for me? Well, aren't you just precious."

He makes it into a necklace or even something to decorate his horns.

Vox

Valentino likes light, you like shiny things, both of you tend to like being around screens and bright colors.

Except you don't just like screens, it's anything colorful or shiny. Actually sometimes it's not even that, its just random odds and ends that caught your attention for some reason. He gets it sometimes, textures, patterns, things like that.

But you have everything from soda can tabs to random buttons to rocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. You have different sticks and pieces of wood you found that for some reason you then had to have. Pieces of mismatched jewelry. It's cute but it also clutters up space and he eventually designates one room for your stuff and tells you to keep it condensed. You do, and swear it's organized, but it's all just a jumbled mess to him.

He's in his lair, observing all the many different cameras, looking for some wannabe actress who owed him money, when you bounce in, barely stifling excited squaking. He sighs fondly and turns to you, knowing he's not going to be able to concentrate until he sees what you want to show him.

It's a collection of your molted feathers, the best ones, sleek and iridescent, bound together with some colorful twine you found and attached to it is a miniature glass jar filled with colorful, shiny bits of plastic, metal, and rock, and corked shut and sealed with hot glue.

It makes a nice rattle sound when he shakes it and the feathers are nice to pet and run his fingers over and..."Did you make me a fidget toy? From....random stuff you found? That's, that's actually really cute, thanks Doll."

He downplays how much he uses it, but it's literally on his key ring, so you know it goes everywhere with him and if during long meetings his staff are subjected to the consistent background noise of little shiny bits rattling around in a jar, then that's their problem.

Lucifer

As you may have noticed Lucifer also tends to collect things he has no need for. But he might need it one day! Between the two of you it does get to be a bit of a problem, so you both agree to sort through and condense your piles.

It takes days cuz you guys keep stopping to show each other cool stuff you guys have. Then, several more days just to get through his numerous rubber ducks. Eventually it's down to a single room where your collections have merged. Each item carefully chosen and presented to one another like expensive jewelry or other such luxurious things. But it's a cool rock you found, a giant bronze spring, a box full of candy wrappers with clever sayings, and a scrapbook with various brightly colored pieces of cardboard from snacks, toys, shoes, literally anything, that caught your eye.

It's anyone's guess on who adds what, but you do both have to agree on it before it's added so you don't hoard things again.

That's the end, but maybe I'll go back and add Adam and some of the other characters later. I just wanted to get my initial ideas down before work.

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musingsofaleaf · 1 year ago

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Could you do something where Alastor finds a reader who is so innocent and free of sin he has no idea how they ended up in Hell.

Extra points if the reader is so innocent they sell him their soul with no idea what they've done.

(Please make it Soft Alastor though)

TW: mention of suicide. It’s only brief. Everything else is fine!

“There we go! Now the deal is sealed and done,” Alastor said with a grin, rolling up the contract. “Pleasure doing business with you, my dear.”

“Same to you, Al,” I said with a smile.

We stood in his house- apparently he owned a hotel or something, it was just busy at the moment. He said his place would be safer, anyway. Away from other sinners who could hurt me. It made sense to me. I looked around at the old wallpaper, the portraits and decorations. It was nice. Cozy, even.

“Hm,” he said. I turned my attention back to him. He seemed to be thinking about something- about me, judging by the way he was looking at me. “Tell me, why did you sell me your soul?”

“You said you’d protect me,” I said lightly, nonchalant. “I gave you my soul, so now I’m safe from any other demon. You’ve given me a place to stay, food to eat, and clothes to wear. I’m new here and incredibly weak, I’d have died within moments without you. It only makes sense.”

“Yes, but…” he paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should even continue. He had my soul, he’d gotten what he wanted, there was no need to press for information. Still, he found himself curious. “But now I own you. You have to do what I say. You don’t even know me. Were in hell and you followed me to my house willingly and sold your soul to me. Doesn’t that seem like a bad idea?”

“Eh,” I said, giving him a small shrug. I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You were the only sinner that spared me a second glance, the only one that was nice to me. That doesn’t make you a good person, but… well…” I sighed. “I figure it makes you better than the others. At least, better to be around. Better to sell my soul to you than some random demon pointing a gun to my head.”

“So… what you’re saying is, you sold your soul to me because I’ve been cordial and not outright mean or rude,” he said. He seemed surprised, as if it were unexpected.

“I mean… it shows that you have standards, at least,” I said sheepishly. “If you’re typically nice and composed, it means I’m safer with you. If I made a deal with a demon that’s always angry and lashing out at others, I could easily be hurt or killed by them.”

“But…” he seemed dumbfounded. He shook his head in disbelief, then turned around and started pacing the room. “This makes no sense,” he muttered. “Say, what is it that got you into hell? You seem awfully nice and… well, naive, to be a sinner at all.”

I shrugged and looked away. “I dunno.”

He stopped and turned to me. “What? What do you mean you don’t know? There has to be something.” He looked me up and down, as if searching for something. “You have no hints on your body as to how you died. How did that happen? Surely it must have something to do with why you’re down here.”

“Suicide,” I replied quietly. I really didn’t want to talk about it, I was desperately wishing he’d just drop the topic. I couldn’t lie or stay silent, he owned my soul. If he wanted information he was going to get it either way, regardless of how it made me feel.

“I… what?” His expression softened, but he still seemed confused. He thought it over in his head. He had lived during the Great Depression, the first time in American history that suicide became an almost common thing- due to everyone being in debt and homeless, many felt hopeless, as if there was no way out. He hadn’t experienced that so he couldn’t relate- and he had no idea of that even applied to me at all. Times had changed, so it could very well be another reason. He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped short. He saw my expression and shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to ask. It couldnt be that important anyway. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“It’s okay,” I said, looking at the ground. I was fidgeting a little, nervous. My stomach growled.

Alastors ears perked up at the sound. “You seem hungry, my dear,” he said, jumping on the chance to change the sensitive subject. “How about I show you to the kitchen? It’s been a moment since I’ve last used it, but I’m told I’m quite a good cook.”

“I think I’d like that,” I said, with a small smile. I followed him in and he got to work.

“Now, you can watch but don’t touch anything. I have this place organized in a very particular way and I’d rather it not be messed up- it’d be rude of me to make a guest cook, anyway,” he said, matter of fact.

I smiled and nodded, then sat down and watched him work. He pulled out a cookbook and started making jambalaya- apparently it was a family recipe. He shifted the topic to himself, and told me about his mother and what New Orleans was like when he was alive. I listened, content. I liked listening to him talk. Hell wasn’t a good place by any means, but with him I was comfortable. I could almost forget I was in hell at all.

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musingsofaleaf · 1 year ago

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Could I request headcannons of the Hazbin Hotel Crew/Staffs Reactions to a batman or moon knight like hero appearing in hell and somehow drastically taking down its crime. (Let's just say they got the information from the news or something)

i didn't know you could request in blue (cutee) and also: AWESOME request!

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 ft : gender neutral!reader, charlie morningstar, alastor, vaggie, angel dust, nifty, husk, sir pentious. katie killjoy mentioned 𐐒 cw : none 𐐒 summary : the news broadcast of a hero in hell is finally being covered, you figured it wouldn't take that long for gossip to spread. . . and it reaches all the way up to the hotel 𐐒 note : tried a format swap! is. . . is it working? + the reader IS gender neutral, only nifty and angel make their typical jokes (plz have mercy on me)

It wouldn't take long for you to show up in the news. Wrapping up your knuckles with medical tape while the television droned on in the background. You listen absentmindedly, occasionally flexing your fingers to see if you still had the ability to move them in the temporary restraints.

And that's when you hear it:

"Local denizens of hell have been reporting unusual sightings of a so-called 'hero' that has appeared in hell."

You glanced over your shoulder, the blue glow of the television screen the only light source in the room.

Katie Killjoy rambled on about a local crime ring falling, a thing you took care of not-so-quietly last night.

There were shadowy pictures of you plastered all over the screen, obnoxious 'eye-catching' titles and arrows surrounding the images.

You sighed, turning away from the gossip and focusing on tacking the medical tape down firmly to your wrist.

It wouldn't be long before all of hell was wondering: what was happening?

Charlie Morningstar! watches the broadcast with her mouth ajar, and when its abruptly cut out she squeals! She's so excited others are motivated to improve hell and are actually helping out! She's definitely someone to see the good in you first. Especially when the broadcast depicts the steady decline of crime in that area of Pentagram city. This is such a good sign!

Alastor! Walks in on everyone staring at the screen. Hates that the tv is on, but watches with interest at the headlines, head cocking to the side so he can be sure he's hearing this correctly. 'Hero'. Is that what they were calling you? He doesn't know what to think of it, but it sure is interesting enough to wonder about you and look into it further. How entertaining.

Vaggie! Is skeptical, she's watching with her arms crossed and brows narrowed, even when the numbers and stats are read out-loud. Maybe the hosts or the channel needed something to broadcast and spiked the numbers. . . or your an aspiring overlord looking for fame and fortune down here. Whatever you're up to, she's sure it can't be out of the goodness of your heart.

Angel-Dust! Is probably lounged on the couch next to Charlie and Vaggie, raising an eyebrow at the news. He makes a joke about how he loves a man in uniform. . . or a mask. Definitely watching how that suit fits you, but he's also a little weary, no matter how hot you are, he (like everyone else watching) doesn't know what to really make of you just yet.

Nifty! Stopped her obsessive cleaning to see what all the commotion is about. Eventually she weaves her way up to the tv screen and stares at your caped image with a sinister smile "Ooh a bad boy!" She genuinely likes how unconventional you are. She'd like to meet you.

Husk! Is watching from over everyone's heads, taking a sip from his flask and listening in instead of gossiping with everyone. He's seen hells hierarchy and the way things work out down here. He's not sure what to make of it. . . but he is interested 'to each their own'. Husk definitely wants to watch or listen out for more though.

Sir Pentious! Slithers up to the couch and starts complaining. He was just on the news! He should've been the one on the broadcast in some amazing story! But when everyone finally manages to shush him and keep listening, he gets all sparkly-eyed at the heroic story that seems to be unfolding before him. Quietly thinks you're really cool and ends up your biggest fan. Especially if you have gadgets and stuff you built yourself!

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Kohl's fall to Hell. Kohl is a Sinner OC. Non-binary. In this fic they haven't yet revealed their name. --------------------------- “No.” As obstinate with their last breath, as with their first piercing yowl. They died in defiance. They clung to their refusal.

There was darkness and nothing…

So much nothing. Disembodied. Their thoughts arrayed in the black limitless void. They tried to reach for their memories, precious flashes of something in the darkness.

An old man hunched over his work desk—sparkling bits and bobs all in precise places.

The brightest thoughts. Joyful pieces, true delight, and the repulsive bits. The middling memories, thoughts, and fears had no spark. They were left to drift.

Coal fires in the distance, smokey stacks over the dusky sky…and a lady leaning over her balcony. Vacant eyes.

Everything they were is scattered in the void. Their living name and all the nicknames are kept a guarded secret. Slowly over ages untold, they grasp at the brightest bits…and then…

They’re falling. They feel, heat and air. They can breathe! The sweet memories of breathing and muscles moving reignite, but it’s all jumbled and feels like a …

Some things have been rearranged, and gaps have been filled. It’s a natural form and yet not the original.

A flash against the darkened red sky is mostly ignored by Hell’s denizens. Whatever mechanism transforms and transports souls at least ensures a safe materialization. The landing on the other hand is a gamble.

Watching the city get closer with great alarm. The nameless denizen waved their arms frantically. Adjusting their descent only minimally. No wings for this sinner. “Haha…I’m gunna fuckin’ die again~! Fuck~!” There’s no time to adjust to gangly new features or to account for the changes they’ve taken on beyond the coal-black hands frantically trying to cling to the air. A bright roof is now directly below them. Some sign sparkling bright but they can’t really take account of what it says because they’re trying not to smack headfirst into the building. Trying to twirl in the air to fall feet first to an equally dead-death. There’s a near-sonic boom as the streak slams into magic and material. New structures creak and split as they careen through the upper floor and the next and several others. Face down on a cracked floor, arms and legs akimbo. The fact they can feel every fracture, tells them they survived. Charlie and Vaggie are the first to find the sinner, passed out and twitching in the 2nd floor. There are layers of holes through which Vaggie observed the red-tinged sky. “Oh my gosh!” “Wait Charlie, what if they’re bad news?” Vaggie holds her spear at the ready. Her eye narrowed while she tried to piece together what was going on. The noise and commotion has already alerted other residents. She can hear Angel and Husk coming up the stairs.

Charlie pulls the sinner free of the depression on the floor. “We can’t just leave them.” “What the fuck?” Husk stays back, drink in hand. Angel Dust steps towards Charlie, his head tilted to the side as he observes the twitching Sinner. “Holy shit! It’s a baby Sinner. Fresh off the choppin’ block!” The spider cracked a wide grin. Grabbing one leg as Charlie and Vaggie grabbed the other. With some help from Husk, the poor dude was freed and laid out on the floor.

“How can you tell? What if they just got punted across the city?” Vaggie logically doubts the passed-out Sinner purposefully crashed into the hotel. The chances of a new Sinner falling into the hotel were even slimmer. “Don’t Sinners materialize on the ground or closer to it? Considering the damage, this Sinner had to have come from high up.”

“Nah, the smell says it all. Like they have a strong absence of anything to them. Also the fact their clothes look like they’ve shredded to accommodate their new form.” Folding his second arms and planting his first on his hips Angel was certain in his deduction. Husk swiped a piece of tin foil and paper from the floor. He sniffed it and tossed it at Charlie “ Earth chocolate bar wrapper just fell outta their pocket. ‘Less they got some strong connections, most folks just stick to Hell equivalent brands. Ain’t worth the effort for Earth brand.” Charlie knelt and tapped at the side of the Sinner’s face with her palm. “Vaggie!” Charlie's eyes blew wide open, excitement racing through her. What if they could be the first contact this Sinner had in Hell? What if they could reform a new Sinner before they were influenced by bad experiences in Hell? “Howdy down there…odd weather we’re getting. Ha! Hah?” From above Lucifer peeked through the layers of holes. “If you’d wanted a skylight all you had to do was ask.” Slipping down the holes and landing on the 2nd floor Lucifer brushed off some invisible dirt. “Oh? Is this a new guest Charlie?” Snapping a finger the holes sealed up and some of the debris arranged itself. Charlie bounced up and grabbed Vaggie in a hug. Her arms draped over the angel who smiled fondly. “Dad! It’s a baby Sinner! We’re going to look after them and raise them to be redeemed.”

Observing the body on the floor Lucifer, nodded his head, a smile in place. “Well if anyone can do it, it’ll be you Apple Pie. But can I make a tiny, eensy little suggestion?”

“Oh course Dad~! Your advice is always appreciated.”

“Maybe…get the Sinner bandaged up and out of the hallway?”

“Oh…”

A groan of pain rumbled from the twitching Sinner on the floor.

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