#[ niffty; headcanons. ]

[voxslays]

HAZBIN MEN AS DADS

Featuring >>> Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust (Anthony), Lucifer, Husk, Vox, & Valentino x Reader (Separately) as fathers.

(not proofread if that wasn’t obvious lol)

Adam:

Total boy dad. I can see him with a little girl, (let’s be honest, his daughter would 100% become an exorcist and take over after he retires as commander (if he ever retires lol)), but he would turn his son into the the next exorcist commander.

Adam is definitely a bit misogynistic…and no matter what you do, atleast a little bit of that would be passed down to your child. If Adam had a son (not him already having two other sons…), he would start training him at a very young age. (Kinda like the career tributes from the hunger games if yk what I mean. (Oh, you don’t? I don’t blame you lol. Idk what I even meant by this tbh. Don’t worry about it-))

With a girl, I can 100% see him being overly protective TO THE EXTREME. He’s the type to scare off teenage boys lol.

Alastor:

Is probably the best dad on this list (except for Luci ofc.) Is super protective of his family. Would not let your baby out of his sight for the first few weeks. Would offer to help you with the baby when it wakes up crying late at night.

Is totally a girl dad. He would willingly play dress up and have tea parties with her in her room…but it will not be mentioned outside of there. When going out for an outing, he would dress her up to match his colors—red & black—and give you a few extra minutes to get ready.

The two of you want some alone time? He’ll ask Rosie. If she’s busy he is forcing either Husk or Niffty to watch the child. Alastor also most definitely keeps your young, innocent child away from Angel Dust for ‘reasons’ he doesn’t want to elaborate on. Your child will inherit his powers and will be almost as strong as him one day!

Husk:

Okay…so first of all, the elephant in the room. His alcoholism. I don’t think Husk would completely stop drinking, but would tone it down for the sake of you and your child. When he’s drinking/drunk, he would make sure he wasn’t around your child, not wanting that kid to see the ‘real’ him.

He would totally be a girl dad. He would completely deny it but we all know it’s true. Like Alastor, if your daughter wanted him to dress up, have a tea party with him, etc. I think it would take a little more convincing than Alastor but in the end he would do it.

Would be overly protective. ESPECIALLY AROUND ALASTOR. Husk would make sure that your child was atleast six feet away from the deer demon at all times. Husk obviously has lots of experience with Alastor as a person, so he of all people knows that Alastor could (and maybe would???) manipulate his spawn into a deal.

Angel Dust:

Angel is extremely excited…but…He is nervous. VERY anxious.

Angel would be a good dad, but he is worried about his deal with Val. Who knows what Val would do if he found out he was in another relationship…let alone with a child! When the child in question is born, he does everything in his power to hide them from Val.

If Val found out, he would be pissed. After calming down (barely), he would try to get your child under contract to punish Angel. Therefore, Angel is obviously very protective. Angel would teach your child how to be street-smart and survive on the streets of hell. Your child would learn from Angel’s mistakes.

Lucifer:

WHAT? HES GONNA BE A DAD (again)!? He is so stoked. Before the baby is even born they have everything they could ever want. Anything for his little duckling.

Your child would be homeschooled, but not by you. By the most well-known and well-educated members of Hell’s society. Your child is truly getting a million dollar education. Oh! And if your child decides to get a higher education after high school? It’s already taken care of. Lucifer makes sure that there are schools ready to take your child to college before your baby even turns two!

For some characters, I feel like they would either be girl dads or boy dads, but Lucifer could truly be either. With a little girl, I could totally see him playing dress up or Barbies with her, no problem! With a boy, same thing.

Vox:

Your child hit the jackpot. I mean…who wouldn’t want the richest overlord in all of pride to be their father? I just pray the kid doesn’t come out looking like a leapfrog or iPad…

Your child would be an iPad kid (vPad?) They would have all the newest technology and toys, they wouldn’t even know what to do with it all! Seriously though, this kid 100% has a playroom just filled with all the toys Vox either made or bought for them. He definitely spoils them (and you).

Your kid is a nepo baby. As they get into their teenage years, Vox would make sure they started to gain fame. Whether it’s by singing or acting (or both), or becoming a powerful overlord like himself, Vox would help them reach that.

Both you and Vox would make sure that your baby is supervised around Val and Velvette, if Vox even lets the kid around Valentino. He does NOT want Valentino trying to swindle them into a deal.

Valentino:

Bestie...What were you thinking? Let’s be honest. Valentino would not be the greatest dad. Definitely not the worst, but not great.

He would 100% leave your kid unsupervised. You’d better always be watching because he definitely isn’t. Speaking of supervision, Val would just randomly bring your child into his studio…When the two of you are spending ‘time’ together, he would either get Vel or Vox to watch the baby, or one of the souls he has under contract. Is surprisingly overprotective.

Val would teach make sure your child knows Spanish, threatening to ‘disown the brat’ if they refused. Luckily, you are there to stop Valentino from going off on your baby. Your child definitely learns a few Spanish swears from him.

TYSM FOR 1K NOTES GUYS! I really appreciate the support. As of now, this is my most liked post ever. I’m glad you guys enjoyed it so much! Thank you! <3

[adyophene]

I like to imagine Husk takes Alastor to the movies when he's pissed at him cause he knows nothing else could ruin his night like a bad movie.

[redfluffz]

I think he misses some social skills ... 🥲

[elsa-fogen]

Alastor's apologising (part 1)

It happens after this and before this

Part 2

susan doesn't have wiki page lol, no colors for her jddlfhskdhsfsk

It's gonna be... bore than one part in between first and last one. Maybe 3, inclusing this. I hope there won't be more.... for something that shouldn't have continuation, this thing has awfully many parts

fire can hurt him while he's moving as a shadow because it's, like, LIGHT. And light and shadows don't mix together very well. Alastor did not know that. Nobody knew (and knows) (he never told susan how much damage she caused).

[mournings-stars]

Maybe the wrapping wings around heddies but the reader wraps their wings around the characters?

okay i rly like this but what about with characters that don’t have wings?? (lmk if yall want characters w wings cus this is kinda silly funny haha)

charlie

she loves when your wings wrap around her — every time she hugs you, she’s waiting for that extra warmth and when it comes she just hugs you even tighter

she wouldn’t ask you to do it, but if you put a wing around her in public she’s trying not to get too excited

cuddling is a must for wings. you’re sitting on the couch? she wants a nice feathery blanket. lying in bed? same thing. watching a scary movie? she’s using your wings as a shield to duck under anytime theres a jump scare

if you asked her if she’d like a wing, she’s the happiest you’ve ever seen her

“im starting to wonder if you’re just dating me for my wings,” you’d joke and she’d laugh and say, “they’re definitely a plus” while running her finger over the top of one (this girl likes to tease i know it)

she loves when you cuddle up to her and wrap your wings around her, like she just melts

she does not let anyone play with them. ever. if niffty tried to go scurrying around them, she’s taking her away faster than she can blink

your wings are hers as much as they are yours, but that’s a silent rule between you two that she doesn’t plan on voicing

she just gives “let me be your wings” from thumbelina vibes like you would have a duet like that

alastor

now if you ever need to gossip, he’s clearing his throat and you’re shielding your conversation with your wings while you two laugh and whisper

he does not want anyone touching him but if you put a wing around him he knows you guys have some important business to talk about

sometimes you throw up your wing, whisper, and he has to stop himself from laughing when you quickly put your wing down, alastor batting it with his microphone as you laughed

now if he’s ever hurt, that’s when your wings go around him, making sure no one sees so he can escape to saftey

you’d always come to his rescue even if he got mad at you for it, wings wrapping around him as you struck his attacker faster than he could summon his shadows (and he definitely gets pissed about it but hey what are … friends …. for!)

wings are for shit talking and the occasional life saver when it comes to al

angel dust

he loves the security of your wings

after a long day, you’d just lie in his room, wings wrapped around him as he held you close — he’d either fall asleep or want to sit in silence like that, but either way you were happy to help

sometimes you’d just sit at the bar, wing around him as you talked and laughed together

whenever you went out together, your wings were a strict barrier that no one dared to cross. you put a wing in front of angel when some guy approaches him? he and every other demon are backing off for the rest of the night. you’re walking down the street? wing around him and no one is approaching you

he definitely asks you to do it (in his own very special way) and he likes to tease you when you’re around other people

but you both know he treasures the safety your wings give him

pentious

my boy pentious 100% thinks you’ve turned against him the first time you drape your wings over him — you could’ve literally been sleeping and he’d accuse you of trying to smother him

“i was sleeping!” “your subconscious mind plans to kill me, too!”

he warms up to it though because the next time it happens you’re fast asleep and theres no attempt to block his airways, or whatever he thought you’d do, so he snuggles into the warmth

being a snake (i love snakes im gonna b a lil nerdy about this one) pen likes to burrow. especially at night. he’d start to curl up under the warmth of your wings and rest there until you eventually moved

some days you’d wake up and he’d be completely hidden beneath your wings. if you lift one, he’d very quickly tug it back (definitely how he found out about sensitive wings)

he felt very bad :(

cherri

wings are for parties!

they give you the best dance numbers — dramatic reveal, awesome poses, super dope flying routine…!

then they’re for comedowns because once you’re home from the club shit hits the fan and you’re wrapping your wings around her so she can even try to sleep

but then the morning comes and you brush it off cus it’s time to blow shit up!

definitely using your wings as a shield though — they’re probably dyed pink and red by now, with all the times you’ve had to cover the two of you from explosives

but she finds it super hot so…

velvette

she likes to fuck with you

1000% uses them as her personal armor — you’re basically a body guard

she’ll wrap them around herself while looking in the mirror, modeling your wings like a feather coat

“my wings are not going in your collection,” you’d have to tell her, still pulling her closer with them as you met her eyes in the mirror

“yeah, guess you’re right. can’t have anyone else getting a hold of these, can we?”

she loves being wrapped in them while she sleeps — she loves you sleeping next her, cause then she can lay them however she wants

it’s always best when you’re wings fold in and bring her closer though

definitely been used for a private moment in the office

she says they’re your best asset

vox

now this man is, under no circumstances, letting you wrap your wings around him

in public? absolutely not…

in private? well…. no! totally not!

at least not until you’re asleep and he’s situating himself beneath them. it’s not his fault a feather blanket helps him fall asleep

you’ve definitely waited until he fell asleep, draped you wings over him, and watched him relax into them

he’s not slick

like at all

not even in public

he’ll touch them and the minute one even wraps around him, his screen is buffering

speaking of in public… just wait til you’re at a party. he’s drunk and all over you, touching your wings, handling them like their his own, you have to use them to shield the two of you when he gets too handsy, and he loves it; pushing your buttons until your wings are around him and being more than satisfied by that

niffty

girl is crazy

she cleans them, climbs on them, inspects them (almost rips the fuck out of your feathers)

there’s no way you can wrap that girl up, she’s too quick

but she would love petting them and thats why shes here

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

everyone settling into the hotel and figuring out the unsaid rules of cohabitation like

1 - it’s okay for Angel Dust to leave work stuff lying around IF ITS WASHED

2 - if you want a drink you ASK Husk. If you want to die you mess with his drink display

3 - TV is timeshared and if Alastor wants to use his timeslot to turn the tv OFF then no you can’t watch it just because he’s not using it

4 - Niffty can pin up the cockroach kill of the week in the lobby for everyone to wince at but it has to be on the cork board Charlie bought for her and she has to take the old ones down first each time

5 - if you break it you rebuild / replace it. You do NOT upgrade it with weapons while doing so (Sir Pentious THIS MEANS YOU) 5b - as long as it gets rebuilt / replaced no one gets to make a huge deal over something being broken or blown up again (or at Sir Pentious for doing it)

6 - don’t move around the fucking lobby furniture without moving it back afterwards 6b - if it’s in your room then you can do what you want but in all shared spaces the furniture NEEDS to be kept tidy and in proper place unless you want to hear swearing and sounds of violence as Vaggie trips over and throws her spear into a wall in frustration again, ruining the paper 6c - every third time this happens everyone has to sit through another presentation by Charlie explaining how having one eye is different when it’s not huge and in the middle of your head and you’re not basically at ground level

7 - Charlie can sing but only between 10am and 10pm unless it’s an emergency. If she tries singing outside of that whoever’s nearest is allowed to GENTLY hush her 7b - if you hush Charlie at any other time Vaggie will chase you. 7c - the above is NOT a recommended source of healthy exercise (you will have trauma)

8 - and above all have fun and FUCK yourself!

- Whoever changed “be” to “fuck”- it’s okay and you are loved <3

- Platonically. You are loved platonically, by me Charlie, who is writing this while standing next to my beautiful girlfriend.

- hey Charlie puff you alright? Sounds like she had a gun to your head while you were writin’ this XD

- It was more like her lips on my neck but yeah pretty close!

9 - Charlie and Vaggie are not allowed to be gross and cute in common areas they have a room for that sappy shit and need to keep it there thanks

- Homophobia.

- this is hell, toots

- You are literally a gay man Angel Dust

- I contain multitudes. Multitudes of d

- Bonding between friends is WONDERFUL but this is a list of rules not a chat room so let’s end things here ha ha ha ! Great job everyone!!!!

- KILL

- niffty what the fuck did you write that in it wont wash off

- BLOOD~

[other-lxxahazel]

Can I get a domestic fluff Alastor x Reader where they bake together and he pretends to not know how just so she’ll guide him from behind and get all close? 🥺🥺🥺🥺😔

I gotchu anon UwU

╰┈➤ Oblivion

[Alastor x Clueless!Fem!Reader]

✎ i don't know why i laugh and got giddy doing this 😭

The Hazbin Hotel, in all its chaotic glory, had become a most unexpected residence for you. Arriving in Hell with little memory of your past life, your redemption project had landed you squarely under Charlie's optimistic wing. The initial days were a blur of eccentric demons, enthusiastic musical numbers, and a constant underlying hum of chaos. Your first impression of Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, had been one of cautious awe. His omnipresent, unnerving grin, the ever-present crackle of his voice like an old-time radio, and the sheer power radiating from him had initially marked him as an enigma, a dangerous force to be observed from a safe distance. He was an entity of pure, terrifying charisma, and you'd instinctively kept your distance, albeit with a healthy dose of curiosity.

Yet, over time, a peculiar shift occurred. It started subtly, almost imperceptibly, like a change in the atmospheric pressure. He began to appear, not just in the common areas where his presence was often a disruptive, yet oddly stabilizing, force, but specifically where you were. If you were sketching in the lounge, a shadow would stretch, and he'd be there, feigning interest in a centuries-old newspaper. If you were tending to the surprisingly resilient demonic succulents in the garden, his distinctive laugh would echo, and he'd be suddenly beside you, offering unsolicited (and often unhelpful) advice on pruning. His appearances became less coincidental and more… deliberate.

Then came the gifts. Small, thoughtful, and sometimes bizarrely macabre items would mysteriously materialize on your dresser. A perfectly preserved spider lily, its petals still dewy, one morning. Another time, a rather grotesque, yet intricately crafted, demon-shaped cookie cutter. He'd even "found" a rare, first-edition human recipe book for you, bound in what suspiciously looked like… very old leather. You, with your innate optimism and belief in the inherent good (even in Hell), simply accepted them as acts of camaraderie. Perhaps it was some strange demon custom of welcoming a new resident, you mused, or simply his unique way of showing a peculiar kind of friendship among hotel residents. He was, after all, rather peculiar.

His shadow, previously a shifting, amorphous extension of his will, seemed to stretch a little closer when you were near, creating a private space around you that subtly discouraged others from intruding. His hand would occasionally brush yours "accidentally" as you passed a hallway, or reached for the same item. You, on the other hand, were utterly, delightfully clueless. Having never navigated the intricate, often confusing, dance of romantic overtures in your previous life, you simply perceived Alastor's increasingly obvious affections as… well, just Alastor being Alastor. You had no frame of reference for such intense, focused attention, let alone from a literal demon overlord. You saw an eccentric, powerful individual who seemed to enjoy your quiet presence and mundane hobbies. It was baffling, certainly, but not in the way Alastor intended.

This profound lack of understanding was, for Alastor, both a source of agonizing frustration and a strange, perverse fascination. He, the cunning, all-powerful Radio Demon, was utterly bewildered by this unfamiliar emotion blooming within his chest. It was an anomaly, a glitch in his perfectly orchestrated existence, and it was entirely your fault. He'd never felt such an urge to possess, to claim, to simply be around another being. It was an unprecedented weakness, yet one he found himself inexplicably indulging. And yet, every subtle hint, every calculated move, every moment of carefully orchestrated proximity was met with your endearing, maddening, utterly clueless smile. You, with your genuine kindness, your unassuming beauty that seemed to radiate a gentle light even in the gloom of Hell, and your passion for your various, often surprisingly mundane, hobbies (like baking, to his utter dismay), were a conundrum he was determined to solve.

Alastor had tried, he really had. His attempts at courtship, a concept entirely alien to his usual modus operandi, had been both meticulous and, in his opinion, shockingly direct. He’d consulted archaic texts on human mating rituals, observed Rosie’s more “traditional” courtship methods in Cannibal Town (which, while effective, were far too… messy for his refined tastes), and even endured Husk’s cynical, yet oddly insightful, grumbling about "softening up." Yet, his efforts seemed to bounce off you like harmless ricochets from a rubber wall, leaving him feeling less like a powerful Overlord and more like a perplexed imp.

It began subtly enough. If you were reading in the common room, a book clutched in your hands, he’d materialize in the armchair directly opposite you, his gaze unwavering, often accompanied by a low hum of static. He wouldn't speak, wouldn't interrupt your quiet focus, but his presence was a tangible thing, a constant pressure that few other residents dared to breach. If you moved to the garden, seeking solace among the bizarre flora, he'd soon be there too, pruning demonic roses with a disturbing intensity, his shadow stretching to encompass your space. He'd find excuses to be near, to ensure your presence was always within his purview.

Other residents, less burdened by the intricacies of Alastor’s internal turmoil, had certainly noticed. Husk would grumble, usually over a fresh bottle of cheap booze, about the "Radio Demon's new obsession," casting wary glances your way. Angel Dust, with his characteristic lack of subtlety, would offer a knowing, suggestive wink whenever Alastor's shadow seemed to stretch just a little too protectively around you, occasionally whistling a jaunty, if inappropriate, tune. Even Charlie, ever the optimist, had once asked you with a hopeful glint in her eye, "So, you and Alastor are getting along really well, huh? That's… that's great for hotel morale!" You, however, merely thought he enjoyed your company, perhaps finding your mundane activities a refreshing change from Hell's usual theatrical violence. He was, after all, a patron of entertainment, and perhaps your quiet presence was simply another form of amusement for him.

Then came the gifts, escalating from the subtly peculiar to the overtly possessive. One morning, a perfectly preserved spider lily, an extremely rare bloom in Hell, appeared on your bedside table, its petals still dewy as if freshly plucked from some hidden paradise. Another time, a rather macabre, yet strangely intricate, demon-shaped cookie cutter crafted from what appeared to be polished bone. He'd even "found" a rare, first-edition human recipe book for you, bound in what suspiciously looked like… very old leather, its pages filled with elegant script and charming illustrations. Each time, he’d present them with that unnerving, unchanging smile, expecting some flicker of understanding, a blush, a hint of reciprocal feeling. He’d observe your reaction with the precision of a predator, dissecting every micro-expression. And each time, you'd thank him warmly, admiring the item for its novelty or usefulness, completely missing the underlying sentiment. "Oh, Alastor, you're so thoughtful!" you'd exclaim, genuinely touched by his eccentric generosity, and his smile would tighten ever so slightly, a single vein throbbing in his temple. The sound of radio static in the air would momentarily intensify, a reflection of his rising exasperation.

The physical touches were his most frustrating endeavor. He, who abhorred casual contact, found himself orchestrating "accidents" with increasing frequency. A brush of his large, gloved hand against yours as you both reached for the same teacup in the dining room, a fleeting contact that sent a strange warmth through you (and an unidentifiable jolt through him). A lingering touch on your shoulder as he "guided" you past a stray imp loitering in a narrow hallway. A deliberate, almost possessive placement of his arm along the back of your chair during a hotel meeting, ensuring no one else could quite get as close. He'd watch your reaction, his internal static buzzing with anticipation, a complex algorithm calculating probabilities of a reciprocal gesture. And you? You'd either not notice, lost in thought about the hotel’s budget or the day’s tasks, or offer a polite, "Oh, excuse me!" or a simple, innocent smile in return. To you, it was just the eccentricities of a demon who clearly lacked a proper understanding of personal space – a common trait in Hell, you’d found, given its cramped, chaotic nature.

His frustration was a tangible, crackling aura around him. He, the Radio Demon, master manipulator of souls and shadows, was utterly flummoxed by this guileless mortal. He'd read human romance novels (purely for research, of course, noting their bizarre rituals of "dating" and "confessions"), observed the crude courting rituals of lesser demons (far too overt for his tastes), and even consulted a few of Rosie's more… traditional methods, which involved quite a bit of raw meat and morbid poetry. Nothing worked. You simply thought he was being "friendly," or "helpful," or "just Alastor," the hotel's resident chaotic benefactor. The very thought made his shadow twitch in annoyance, a low growl emanating from his normally melodic voice box. He didn't do "friendly." He wanted to be yours.

It was in this state of bewildered exasperation, bordering on an existential crisis about his own manipulative prowess, that he found you in the kitchen. The scent of flour and something cloyingly sweet hung in the air, a scent he usually found utterly repugnant. But as he watched you, humming softly to yourself, a new plan, born of desperation and a rare, unfamiliar spark of an idea, began to form. A plan that would surely, finally, force you to acknowledge his intentions. Or, at the very least, allow him to be gloriously, undeniably close. He just had to pretend he didn't know how to bake.

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The aroma of cinnamon and vanilla wafted through the Hazbin Hotel's kitchen, a rare and pleasant scent amidst the usual lingering smells of brimstone and questionable culinary experiments. You hummed a tuneless melody, a simple folk song from your forgotten past, as you meticulously sifted flour into a large bowl, your brow furrowed in concentration. You were blissfully unaware of the crimson eyes that had been intently watching you from the doorway for the past ten minutes, the ever-present static in the air growing slightly louder with each soft hum that escaped your lips.

Alastor, ever the master of dramatic entrances, finally strode in, his staff tapping lightly against the tiled floor, the familiar click-clack echoing in the otherwise quiet room. "My dear, what delightful chaos are you concocting today?" His voice, usually laced with a predatory edge that sent shivers down the spines of lesser demons, softened just a fraction, almost imperceptibly, when he addressed you. He adjusted his monocle, a subtle theatrical gesture.

You looked up, flour dusting your cheek in a charming streak, and a wide, genuine smile blossomed on your face. "Oh, Alastor! Perfect timing! I'm making apple tarts! Charlie said they'd be a nice treat for everyone after a long day of… well, hoteling." You gestured vaguely around the empty kitchen, indicating the quiet hum of the hotel. "Would you like to help? The more hands, the merrier!" Your enthusiasm was infectious, and a small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through Alastor's form.

Alastor's internal monologue screamed in protest. Sweets. He abhorred them. The cloying sweetness, the saccharine taste, the utterly un-savory texture – it was anathema to his very being, an insult to his palate refined on the screams of the damned. He’d rather consume a steaming, freshly tortured soul than a single bite of confectionery. But then he saw the earnest sparkle in your eyes, the hopeful tilt of your head, the innocent invitation in your smile, and a familiar, unyielding desire to impress you (and perhaps, just perhaps, get a little closer) overruled his culinary sensibilities entirely.

"Why, my dear," he crooned, his smile widening to an almost painful degree, radiating an uncharacteristic warmth, "I would be absolutely delighted! Though I must confess, the art of baking is… not one of my many talents." He subtly emphasized the word "not," letting his voice drop just a touch, hoping to plant the seeds for his master plan. This feigned incompetence was a tactical maneuver, a trap, and he watched your reaction with predatory patience.

You chuckled, completely oblivious to the intricate web he was weaving. "That's perfectly fine! It's actually really simple. Don't worry, I'll guide you through it. We can start with the pastry dough. Have you ever made dough before? It's mostly about texture and a light touch."

"Regrettably, no," Alastor lied with practiced ease, his voice a smooth, charming rumble. His shadow flickered behind him, stretching and shrinking as if in silent testament to his theatrical performance. "My culinary endeavors usually involve a bit more… flair and a tad less precision, you see. I'm more accustomed to… preparing rather than assembling." He gestured vaguely with a gloved hand, hinting at more macabre pursuits without explicitly stating them. He watched as you approached the counter, reaching for a large mixing bowl, your movements fluid and graceful. This was it. The moment of truth, or rather, the moment of his glorious deception.

You held out a gleaming metal measuring cup filled with flour, its contents a soft white cloud. "Okay, so first, we need three cups of flour." You took his large, gloved hand, your touch soft but firm, guiding it to take the cup. "Just like this. Hold it steady."

Alastor felt a strange, unfamiliar jolt at your touch, a surprising warmth spreading through his usually cold, unfeeling being. It was a sensation he couldn't quite identify, nor did he like the sudden vulnerability it implied. He fought to keep his composure, his smile unwavering, his eyes fixed on your hand. "Fascinating," he murmured, feigning an exaggerated clumsiness as he purposefully tilted the cup, nearly spilling the flour all over the pristine countertop. A puff of white powder went airborne.

"Whoa there!" You giggled, a bright, clear sound that made his static crackle with something akin to pleasure. You stepped closer, your smaller hands covering his large, gloved ones, guiding the cup precisely over the bowl. "Gently now. You've got to be delicate with pastry dough, Alastor. It's very sensitive." Your front was pressed against his back, your breath warm against his ear as you leaned in, the scent of vanilla and you filling his senses, an intoxicating mix that made his usually steady radio static crackle with an almost frantic energy. He could feel the soft fabric of your apron against his chest, the brush of your hair against his cheek. It was glorious.

He leaned into your touch, feigning intense concentration, his posture stiff with exaggerated effort. "Ah, I see! A truly subtle art, indeed. It appears I require… considerable guidance, my dear. My hands are more accustomed to… gripping rather than gently handling." He allowed his large hands to remain stiff and awkward in yours, making it absolutely necessary for you to continue guiding him, to remain pressed against him. He was a marionette, and you, his unwitting puppet master.

You patiently walked him through each step, your arms still wrapped around his as you helped him knead the dough. He deliberately applied too much pressure, then too little, forcing you to adjust and correct him. His grin, normally a mask of amusement and malice, now held a genuine, albeit deeply hidden, contentment. He could feel the warmth radiating from your back, the soft fabric of your apron against his chest, the brush of your hair against his cheek as you leaned in to explain the proper technique. He pretended to misunderstand instructions, to be utterly inept with a rolling pin, forcing you to constantly reposition his hands, your body flush against his, your voice a calm, reassuring presence.

"Just like this," you'd murmur, your voice a soft melody, as you guided his fingers to crimp the edges of the tart, forming delicate patterns. His focus was entirely on your hands, your touch, the proximity, not on the dough. He'd nod earnestly, feigning a look of intense, studious focus, all the while savoring the exquisite proximity, the rare, intoxicating contact. He felt a ridiculous surge of triumph with each prolonged touch.

When the apple tarts, surprisingly perfect given Alastor's feigned incompetence, were finally nestled in the oven, filling the kitchen with their overwhelmingly sweet aroma, you sighed contentedly. You wiped your hands on your apron, turning to him with a proud smile. "See? I told you it was easy! You're a natural, Alastor, even if you were a bit… clumsy at first. You just needed a little guidance."

Alastor chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made the radio static in the background intensify, almost purring. "Indeed, my dear. It seems I merely needed the right… inspiration." He turned to face you fully, his eyes glinting with an unreadable, predatory satisfaction. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a smudge of flour from your cheek, his touch surprisingly soft. His touch lingered, a deliberate, possessive gesture, tracing the line of your jaw for a brief, electric moment. His gaze dropped to your lips, a silent question in his crimson depths.

You, completely oblivious to the implication of his touch, just smiled warmly, your cheeks dusting pink from the heat of the oven, not from his touch. "Oh, thanks! I'm always making a mess when I bake." You then turned your attention back to the oven, pulling open the door a crack to peek inside. "They should be ready in about fifteen minutes! I can't wait to try them." The fragrant steam billowed out, clouding the air between you, effectively breaking the unspoken moment.

Alastor watched you, a frustrated, yet utterly fond, sigh escaping his lips, a sound so uncharacteristic it would have sent shivers down the spines of his foes. He'd consumed entire souls with less effort than he'd put into this baking charade. He’d endured the saccharine scent of baking, pretended to enjoy the process, allowed himself to be touched, all for this. He'd even committed to eating a sweet, a truly horrifying prospect! And yet, despite all his efforts, you still hadn't grasped the true meaning behind his actions. You were still delightfully, maddeningly oblivious.

He felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through him, a strange, persistent glow that settled deep in his chest, far beyond the physical warmth of your touch. Perhaps, he mused, a bit more "clumsiness" in the future wouldn't be so bad. After all, the reward – your innocent proximity, your genuine smiles, your unconscious trust – was certainly worth the inconvenience of flour, sugar, and the occasional unbearable sweetness. He’d break through your cluelessness eventually. He had all of eternity. And a seemingly endless supply of baking projects to "learn." And perhaps, just perhaps, a few more accidental touches along the way.

· · ───── ·𖥸· ───── · ·

[junabuggy]

Hazbin Hotel crew x Reader: general fluff hcs

A/n: 100+ follower special !!

I’ve been doing a lot of headcanons lately so I pinky promise there’ll be some kind of oneshot coming soon 🙏

Warnings: None !! Just some good old fashioned fluff :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 When Alastor forms a close bond with you (and I’ve mentioned this before), he’d want to spend more time with you. Even if that’s just sitting in silence together and reading your own separate books

📻𖤐 Who knows? Maybe he’d let you lean against him, head on his shoulder, as he reads to you?

📻𖤐 This guys primary love language is quality time for sure. A close second perhaps acts of service.

📻𖤐 Biggest mamas boy ever…. But I’m sure we all knew that already

📻𖤐 LOVES to go on walks with you, especially during the afternoon or at night.

📻𖤐 Would link your arm with his and chat with you as you went on your daily stroll together… you’re not quite sure when it became a routine but it did.

📻𖤐 Huuuggeee story teller

📻𖤐 100% laughs at dad jokes and will also make them from time to time

📻𖤐 Always winning every single IDGAF war because he genuinely, wholeheartedly, just doesn’t give two shits 💀💀

📻𖤐 Can’t swim. I don’t know how to explain why I think this but I just KNOW its true

📻𖤐 Freezes like a deer in headlights (quite literally) when you shine a bright enough light at him

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel would be the absolute BEST at giving out hugs oh my goddd, he’s got six arms for a reason, baby !

🕸️ᥫ᭡ I feel like he’d have fun dancing !! (I mean “Loser, Baby” was enough evidence for me)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Competitive as fuck, UNO would actually be so fun with him 😭 (gets so genuinely excited when he wins too, gloating about it and everything like he just won the lottery)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Biggest shoplifter ever and most of the time it’s not even because he can’t afford it, he just does it for fun.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Smells realllyyy good all the time, he’s got the best perfumes ever

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Spa-days/Self-care days quickly become a Saturday night thing for you two once you become one of his besties. And I’m talking the whole shabang like face masks, candles lit and snack tray out as he paints your nails for you 💕

🕸️ᥫ᭡ It’s something Angel genuinely looks forward to as well (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄⩊ᵒ̴̶̷᷅)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Primary love language is most likely physical touch, we’ve all seen how touchy he can get 🤞

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Getting to know his real name and getting to call him by it means he trusts you a lot, he doesn’t give that privilege out to just anybody.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ On a less serious note, he’s definitely a huge show off 💀💀

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Amazing at doing makeup, will do your makeup if you asked him to (might accidentally poke you in the eye or something though lmfaoo)

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Needs glasses and HAS them but just doesn’t wear them for whatever reason. He looks good in them though !!

🍺🃁 Cheats in any card game ever. Wins 9/10 against you because of that reason (he’s also a gambler so that’s a big factor as well obviously)

🍺🃁 Bros the type of guy to call you “doll” and “baby”

🍺🃁 Primary love language?? quality time 🙏 🙏acts of service and physical touch are both tied for second place (but you only ever really get the physical touch one if you’re his s/o)

🍺🃁 Again, we all saw “Loser, Baby” this mf can DANCE and he enjoys it too

🍺🃁 Jazz is one of Huskers favourite music genres for sure

🍺🃁 You two don’t really have a routine hangout type thing but he does enjoy it when you come around to the bar to just hang out with him while he cleans and whatnot :3

🍺🃁 Trust, you will be given a specialized nickname just for you once he considers you a close friend of his.

🍺🃁 He’s a great listener but gives very blunt advice, doesn’t sugarcoat shit if you ask him for his opinion on something.

🍺🃁 Weirdly caught up with mental health stuff, like he knows a lot about it

🍺🃁 Poor Husker does NOT like the cat noises he makes but he literally cannot control them 😭😭 (believe me, he’s tried)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is NOT a morning person, usually sleeps in until around noon

🗡️☪︎ Would have good fashion taste

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is also a very competitive UNO player, probably ends up yelling at Alastor for making her pick up all those “pick up four” cards when everyone plays together (yes, he looks smug as fuck while doing it and yes he was saving them just for her 💀💀)

🗡️☪︎ Has beef with almost all of the guys at the hotel but Husker is chill for the most part

🗡️☪︎ Adding onto that last one, it doesn’t really take much for a man to piss her off tbh (she’s so real for this)

🗡️☪︎ Would spar with you if you asked and gets really into it too !! She’s careful not to actually hurt you though and it’s a great way of bonding with her (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🗡️☪︎ Verrryyyyy jealous girl, remember when Emily took Charlie’s hands in the heaven episode?? (The look on her face made me giggle)

🗡️☪︎ Hates pickles. She just looks like she’d be a pickle hater

🗡️☪︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ Charlie is infact a morning person and wakes up at the crack of dawn everyday for zero reason whatsoever 💀

⭐️☀︎ She does her absolute best to include everyone in every activity going on, she doesn’t ever want anybody in the hotel to feel excluded

⭐️☀︎ Biggest shipper EVER. You ever told her you have a crush on someone here?? Oh god..

⭐️☀︎ She’ll silently fan girl from a distance whenever you and your crush are together to the point Vaggie has to drag her away

⭐️☀︎ Charlie can be a little bit overwhelming at times but her happiness is suppeerrr contagious

⭐️☀︎ The best way to spend time and bond with her?? Literally just offer to do anything with her and she’ll do it, I don’t think she’s too picky

⭐️☀︎ Learnt some Spanish from Vaggie and tries to use it with her to be all romantic but her pronunciations are fucked up (She’s trying her hardest guys okay 😞🙏)

⭐️☀︎ Totally asked Vaggie one time as a pick up line if she fell from heaven and she broke out into a sweat (poor girl)

⭐️☀︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation. quality time is somewhere up there too though

⭐️☀︎ Will break out into song a lot and it’s kinda funny to watch

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Acts a lot like a hyperactive toddler on crack. Has zero chill and it’s pretty rare to see her actually calm

🧼𐙚 I think Niffty lowkey has stage freight, like we all see how she just automatically freezes up when a camera is on (I mean it’s happened twice in the show already)

🧼𐙚 Takes a lot after Alastor, sees him as some sort of older brother figure as well 😞🩵

🧼𐙚 When playing UNO, she’d fucking EAT the cards so she’d win. Deadass just nom nom nom that shit

🧼𐙚 She’s a big giggler, she’ll laugh and giggle at almost everything so it’s not hard to get her to do so

🧼𐙚 She’d probably really enjoy it if you let her just sit with you for a while and braid your hair (But she’d steal some for her “collection” in the process)

🧼𐙚 I’m actually not too sure what Nifftys love language would even be? Perhaps acts of service (she is a maid, after all)

🧼𐙚 Okay 99% sure this is actually canon but she’s a hardcore germophobe, can’t handle when things are cluttered or a mess.

🧼𐙚 Has a collection of cleaning supplies in her room

+ Bonus !!

‧₊˚✧ Vox ✧˚₊‧

📺☆ Whenever Vox is sleeping or thinking really hard about something, the voxtek symbol will bounce around on his screen like the DVD logo thing

📺☆ Not very big on pda, he has an image to uphold, after all. (But he would enjoy affection in private though)

📺☆ Not above watching you through whatever technology you have, he spies on you a lot 💀💀

📺☆ Also guys…… stop pretending Vox isn’t a whiny little bitch, because he is (trust me y’all, read some of @bigfatbimbo’s stuff)

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[bootpoot]

PT 1 hazbin hotel redesigns bc theyre UGLY and i want to rewrite the show for fun

i do NOT support vivziepop/hazbin hotel i am simply rewriting/redesigning the characters bc ik they can be saved….

i have much to say on how i will rewriting this bc i am super invested its fun to fix a show of its flaws

[wyxxiee]

Alastor and Lucifer walk of shame but instead of clothes they switched bow ties. IT IS hard to differentiate immediately but Husk being the most attentive one, would prolly point it out like “Hey, ain’t yer bowtie all black, yer majesty? That looks a lot like boss’ tie” and Lucifer slowly looses it and combust from embarrassment

[hazbinwhoree]

General Adam Headcanons

SFW

100% dresses like Adam Sandler under the robe

Pronounces bruh like “brah” unironically

Has a high body count, but not as high as you’d expect

He has abandonment issues cause of Lilith and Eve

He’d never admit it but losing both Lilith and Eve to Lucifer really fucked him up

Lilith left him for Lucifer, and Eve cheated on him with Lucifer

Due to knowing the pain of being cheated on, he will never cheat despite the fuckboy persona

Man can actually settle down with the right person

Wears his mask all the fucking time, he only takes it off to sleep

He thinks it makes him look badass and his favorite feature is the horns

He’s tall as fuck (6’5) but he’s kind of thin, so he wears a big ass robe to make up for it

You can only tell by his arms

He likes to appear big

His favorite thing about himself is his dick (surprise)

Listens to heavy metal

Can’t cook for shit

Needs therapy but will never accept therapy

Doesn’t realize how misogynistic he is and if you tried to tell him he would get defensive

“What, I fucking love women, they’re hot.”

Says “nuh uh”

Cried in front of Lute once– they never talk about it

Shockingly, he doesn’t have any STD’s and he’s very proud of that

Sees Lute as a best friend but he’d never let her know she means that much to him

Has a colorful vocabulary of cuss words and unique nicknames, ie “Danger Tits”

Is really good at coming up with unique insults too

Never get into banter with him, he will hurt your feelings

Sleeps like a rock but moves a lot in his sleep

Seriously, he’ll hit every position in one night

His band is actually really popular in Heaven, and he’s renowned for being the best guitarist

Of course, that only strokes his ego

Ego bigger than his dick, for real

But if you can get past his ego, he can be fun to be around

Touch starved

Cares for very few people, but he would die for the people he does care about

NSFW

Absolutely has a size kink

He’s tall and he loves to be able to look down at his partner

It makes him feel powerful, but he also finds it cute

Has tried every sex position possible but his favorite is missionary

Rarely does he do missionary however because he only likes it with someone he cares about

Phenomal at giving head

He has a long tongue and he knows his way around a vagina

Actually has a big dick, he’s not kidding

Like no wonder he walks around like he’s a god

Also has a virginity kink and it’s definately related to his abandonment issues but he’ll never address that

Whenever he has sex, he always goes for a round 2 in the shower

Actually hates being called things like “daddy” and “master”

While he has some kinks, he’s actually not a very kinky guy

But he’s down to try anything

Has been pegged, doesn’t prefer it

His third and final kink is a breeding kink

He has no idea why but its imperative that he finishes inside his partner

Messy, loves being feral in the bedroom

The kind of guy who’s gone right after a hookup

But if he has a partner, he insists on cuddling after sex

Perfers tits over ass

Will bury his face in his partner’s while they cuddle

One time he came from looking at himself in a mirror during a hookup

Eye contact goes crazy with a partner

Needs to see partner’s every reaction and expression

Also needs control the whole time

Will never sub again, he hated it

[voxslays]

DECORATING THE CHRISTMAS TREE

⤷ Featuring; Lucifer x Reader, In which: Reader and Lucifer decorate the Hotel’s Christmas tree for Charlie. ˋ°•*⁀➷

It was the beginning of the holiday season in hell. Imps, Succubi, and other hellborn celebrated their familial winter traditions, while sinners celebrated the earth traditions they brought with them when they died. You were one of them. Once a simple human, now damned to eternal suffering in hell…yet it never seemed so bad. You had met Lucifer a few months back, when he had first arrived at the hotel, and once again when he saved the hotel residents from Adam and the exterminators. You had talked to him frequently since he moved in, and you two had become close friends.

Earlier this morning, Charlie had called you and the other residents down into the lobby. She explained she wanted to decorate the hotel and make it extra festive to give everyone a little holiday spirit. You were assigned tree duty. Firstly, you needed a tree. “Hey, Alastor…?” You smile sweetly. “Yes, my dear?” Alastor says, his usual radio static even more prominent this morning. “Could you make us a tree?” Before you can even blink, there is a beautiful snowy evergreen standing straight up in the middle of the lobby. “Thanks Alastor!” You run over to admire the tree.

Next you marched down into the hotel's cellar. It was dark and damp, not the kind of place you would like to spend very long in. You hurriedly grabbed the ornaments Charlie had stored. Unfortunately, there were at least ten decent sized crates of fragile ornaments, forcing you to take multiple trips. Once all of the tree’s decorations (and a tall orange ladder) were in the lobby, you could finally begin. This was going to take hours.

And then Lucifer entered the lobby, his golden eyes immediately locking onto you as you decorated the tree. It was obvious he had just woken up. There were slight eyebags under his eyes, and his hair was slightly disheveled, yet he was even more beautiful in your opinion. You couldn't help but stare at the way the lights reflected in his eyes, casting a warm glow on his face. You felt your heart skip a beat as he watched you, completely entranced by your presence. “Good Morning, your highness. I’m surprised you’re awake so soon.” You jest playfully.

​​Lucifer chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he walks closer to you. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you continue to decorate the tree. His gaze is intense, filled with a joyful and adoring look that only you seem to notice. “So… what do you think so far?” You ask, stepping down from the step stool you were standing on and admiring your work. The tree was empty except for the Christmas lights you had wrapped around its branches. "It's beautiful... just like you." Luci’s voice comes out in a childish, playful manner as he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You laugh sweetly. “Well I still have about two thousand…ish-? ornaments to put on the tree.” He watches as you grab a box of ornaments, his eyes never leaving your form. He steps closer to you, his presence looming over you. "Need any help?" His tone is gentle and charming. “Yes please!” You smile gratefully. He sits down next to you on the floor, his long legs stretched out as he begins to help you unwrap the ornaments. Luci carefully takes each one from the box, his fingers brushing against yours occasionally as he hands them to you to hang on the tree. With Luci’s help, you have to quickly pull out the stool again…and then a ladder. You almost think Alastor chose the tallest tree he could find on purpose, just to make you suffer. The tree was almost to the roof of the two-story lobby!

Lucifer laughs at your struggle, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans the ladder against the tree, watching as you climb up to decorate the harder to reach branches. "You know, Alastor did this on purpose, didn't he?" He laughs in a jolly tone. “That’s what I was thinking!” You laugh. You have reach to put the next ornament up. You shift your weight a little too much, and feel the ladder start to fall. You let out a shriek. Without missing a beat, Lucifer’s wings appear as he flies up and catches you midair. "Whoa there!" His wings wrap slightly around you protectively as he slowly descends with you in his arms. His heart was racing—not from the sudden movement, but from the feel of you in his arms. "Careful there...don't want you getting hurt."

“Thanks…!” You say out of breath. Luci sets you back down on your feet, keeping one arm around your waist to steady you. "Maybe we should just skip the top branches and focus on the lower ones, huh?" He smiles, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I can always use my wings to reach anything we miss." You smile warmly. “I’d like that.” You say, grabbing a light blue ornament gently from his grasp. As you continue decorating, Luci stays close by your side, occasionally reaching up to grab a decoration and hand it to you to hang. He hums along to the music playing in the background, his arm never leaving your waist.

After a few hours of decorating, the only thing left is the star. You carefully unwrap the silk red and golden cover and hand it to Lucifer. “Would you do the honors?” He leans in, his arm around your waist tightening slightly as he takes the star. "Of course." He gently places the star at the very top of the tree, his wings fluttering slightly as he reaches. "There we go. Perfect." Lucifer slowly descends from the tree, his golden eyes meeting yours. He keeps one hand around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. "You know, the tree looks great, but..." His voice trails off, his face lighting up with a devilish grin. "There's still something missing." He chuckles, his arm around your waist tightening. “Hm?” You hum teasingly.

Without warning, Lucifer leans in and presses his lips against yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. "Now it's perfect." You laugh gently, your giggles like music to hell’s ears. “You are so cheeky.” Lucifer chuckles softly, his red pupils sparkling with amusement and something more. "Cheeky? Me? Never!" He presses another quick kiss to your lips, then whispers close to your ear. "Though I do love it when you make that little giggle of yours." You smirk. “Maybe I’ll do it more often then.” His face lights up with a brilliant smile, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners. "I’d love that.”

[redfluffz]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

This is why Part 6 will take longer ...

Guys I wasted drew the whole day yesterday on this part. Shits going fire so far ...

Also Luc is so disturbed, cause he really regrets what he had done ... he is still an angel after all ...

And you know I think there is more to his curse - he can't die and he might is damned to see the sins of all people. What they did. How their past affect their lifes. And he feels it. He feels the pain. That could be a reason why he doesn't want eye contact or contact with sinners at all ...

[elsa-fogen]

Normal Niffty's day

wow, what??? comic without Alasotr at all?????? no way.

So, headcanon: Alastor once said something like if you have part of someone, you'll have power over them, Niffty took is serious and since then collects people's hair.

Since Pentious is a snake, he doesn't have hair (tho she might had collected his scales hmm)

If they don't use somehow Val's fur next season, i'll be MAD. If Niffty took it just for fun i'll be disappointed fr!!!!!!

lmao such a small amount of tags this time, uncomfortable

[mydeerfellow]

A list of things Niffty has hidden in Alastor's creepy bayou

☸ A large hang in there kitty poster that appears on a different tree every day

☸ A suspiciously heavy bucket covered in corrupt Blues Clues stickers. If you open it, you can hear the ocean.

☸ 3 semi-dead bodies

☸ 8 very-dead bodies

☸ Half of a human arm. Not a demon arm. A human arm.

☸ A bag of 'emergency cheese' that Alastor replaces ever week or so, as Niffty has no concept of time or space.

☸ Most of her boyfriends since the summer of '55. You can sometimes see them shambling through the mist. Terry is Alastor's favorite.

☸ 44 live alligators, given to Alastor as a birthday father's day bayou-warming present on a random Thursday in September, over 4 months after he moved in.

☸ Angel's cell phone, based on his camera roll. Alastor's not sure what's on it, but Niffty screamed MESSY when he asked.

☸ A fully functioning 2019 Honda ATV with a custom paint job detailing some extraordinarily graphic BDSM that she got from a 'bad boy'

☸ ATV bad boy's right foot

☸ Charlie's hair brush shows up a few times every week, along with her right slipper. Neither of them know why. She's allowed to come in and get them at her leisure.

☸ Vaggie's hair bow showed up once. once.

☸ Husk

[greenandsorrow]

I'm really curious about how you think Alastor would handle a deaf sinner (revenge plot gone horribly wrong). The reader is staying at the hotel.. actually, it'll probably be challenging for everyone! Reader (f/gn) can read lips fairly well, but when Alastor does the whole "face made for radio," shtick his mouth doesn't move.. can't be threatened if you dont know what's said. It looks weird, though! Reader uses a phone to communicate mostly due to convenience, doesn't use signs because deafness comes as a bonus with death, also carries a pen but rarely paper so ends up writing notes on arms. Habits that linger from life are low self esteem covered masterfully with sass and sarcasm, humming and singing to themselves, remembering perfect pitches and how they felt to sing, can also match pitch by matching a vibration and drumming or tapping hands when needing to focus or is anxious.

Platonic relationships all round, not looking for romance here, just a place to belong for a bit, familial/sibling ribbing and sass!

I'm sorry in advance if it is a lot, but you do ask for details!

"This face was made for radio."

The Hazbins with a deaf!sinner!reader

You'll never forget the day you landed in Pentagram City. The world around you on mute... It will always stay carved in your memory... the way you had screamed until your throat ached and then had come to the conclusion that even though your voice worked fine, your ability to hear hadn't come with you to the afterlife.

Your sass did save you on multiple occasions that your lack of hearing left you with double the insecurity you carried from your days on Earth. The good news is that, eventually, you learnt to read lips and use your phone to communicate, making your afterlife a bit safer and easier.

However, some -Charlie- would say that your biggest achievement is willingly asking for residence at the "Happy Hotel"! It was a welcoming change to the constant battle of survival, that the streets of the City of the Damned are.

You have your own room and belongings. You have access to food and even made... friends. With your little notepad and pen, you scribble your thoughts and answers when interacting with them. In all honesty, you like your new neighbours more than you ever thought you would.

And the feeling is mutual amongst y'all.

You enjoy how Charlie is always putting on a show and how she sings more than she talks. Not only that, but she makes sure to let you know how impressive it is that you can match the rhythm of her songs, by tapping your fingernails on your notepad.

Vaggie makes an effort so you're always safe and that was before you even got close. She's a bit overprotective in your opinion, but then again... kindness in Hell is scarce and more than appreciated.

Seriously though, you're not handicapped, but it's no use explaining it to her.

Even the famous Angel Dust speaks slower when addressing you. Just like Vaggie, he's protective of you. It's rare for Angel to try to not make a fellow sinner uncomfortable.

In a way, the spider demon has adopted you and Niffty, concerning himself with your wellbeing. You want something but don't have your pen on you? He's willing to play pantomime just to make sure he can provide it to you.

And then there's Husk. The bartender is surprisingly gentle when it comes to you. Caution mixed with fondness. He doesn't mind that you speak too loudly in the rare occasions you use your voice. He doesn't mind having to wait for you to write down your jokes. He actually enjoys your company more than he lets on.

Just a detail, you became part of the crew around the same time Sir Pentious did. Consequently, in the beginning you two kind of stuck together, both seen as newbies.

You're so grateful for how he still washes your arms from the ink of your trusty pen.

To put it into a few words, all families are colorful and yours is no exception. Dysfunctions, disagreements and some sappiness are all part of your every day life. But the Hazbin Hotel has become your home and that's all that matters.

✧

Noticed how I overlooked a very special sinner??

Yep. That's right. Alastor.

The radio demon didn't pay you much attention when you first moved in. You have come to the conclusion that your lack of hearing just underwhelmed him.

He's the radio demon. Sound is his weapon and you're immune to it.

Obviously, his animated personality didn't go unnoticed to your observant eyes. Still, the old radio effect of his voice, the static he produces and all those flamboyant aspects of him are thrown out of the window when it comes to you.

He can't intimidate you. Not that he's tried. Not yet.

You have kept to yourself and maybe even subconsciously avoided him during your settlement in the hotel. It's not out of fear. But what fun is a fellow sinner that speaks more than he moves his mouth? Thank Lucifer he's expressive, otherwise he'd be muter to you than you're to yourself.

And that permanent grin doesn't help either. You've discreetly been relying on his shadow's expressions to make out what's going on in his antlered head.

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Today is no different.

He's just stranding there. Black cane, an ignorant and simultaneously arrogant aura, the same infuriating smile and Pentious's egg-bois around him.

Meanwhile, you're sitting in the lounge, inspecting a very 2000's looking camera. It's a way to kill time, watching your surroundings through the lens. At some point the camera lands on Alastor's figure.

It immediately starts glitching.

You burrow your eyebrows in confusion. When you look again, Alastor isn't where he was a few seconds ago.

You sigh.

"What do you think you're doing there, dear?"

Silence. No reaction. You keep looking through the camera at the place Alastor occupied just a few moments ago.

Alastor narrows his eyes. He's standing almost next to you.

But of course you didn't hear him.

The intensified static in his voice... wasted.

He clears his throat loudly, but to no avail.

Eventually, he gives in and taps your shoulder. You blink, lowering the camera to your lap and looking up at him, head slightly tilted.

Taking in your expression, Alastor secretly enjoys the animated scrunch of your brows, a clear indication of confusion.

He's not saying anything, so you shrug to yourself and absentmindedly focus the camera on him once more.

Alastor's eyes narrow with a sadistic glee as the camera suddenly breaks, fume coming out of it, the lens now cracked. You drop it, a bit startled but not on the degree he was hoping.

You don't bother standing up but you do glare at him in exasperation.

"Well, well... Aren't you a brave one?"

Finally! Something you can make out coming from his razor sharp jaws.

You pop the lid off your pen, but before you have time to write "What's that supposed to mean?" on your arm, he has already dimmed the lights and leaned down so he's at eye level with you.

"Let me tell you something while we're at it."

His neck bends unnaturally and his eyes turn black. It's not exactly a sight to enjoy, but it doesn't matter since you're too focused on trying to read his lips.

"This face was made f......"

For?

For what?

What could it have been made for?

His mouth stopped pronouncing the words before the sentence was finished, so it's not your fault that you're chuckling now.

Alastor's chest literally deflates at your reaction.

His ears droop.

It wasn't even full on laughter but his pride took a big hit.

While he's frozen in shock at your lack of fear, you finally scribble down at the back of your hand "Was made for what?"

You extend your hand for him to read with an apologetic gaze. He does look kind of wounded.

Alastor takes in your words and accepts that you didn't laugh at him on purpose. Not to humiliate him at least.

Placing a gloved finger under your chin, he makes you look at his face before speaking slowly, moving his lips almost comically.

"This face was made for ra- di- o."

You let out an "oh" of realization.

Your eyes have a new light of interest in them as you write down your answer.

"I used to listen to that, when I was alive."

"Mhm, that's a pleasant piece of information, my dear!"

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From that day on, every time before he broadcasts, he makes sure to give you his notes to read, even making them more elaborate just for you.

For him, the only downside of your loss of hearing is not being able to enjoy his radio show.

At least you now get along.

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