#hazbin hotel mothdust

[my-dark-lord]

Valentino, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! Alastor, not looking up from his book: Really? Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

[written-in-sunshine]

Title: Our Distance And That Person

Author: Keith

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Setting: V Tower, Club Hell 666, Vox’s Control Room, Valentino’s Room

Pairing: Vox/Valentino, Angel Dust/Valentino

Characters: Vox, Angel Dust, Valentino

Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2,849

Type Of Work: One-Shot

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M, AU - Canon Divergent, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Stalking, Coercion, Suicide, Forced Suicide, Hypnotism, Gaslighting, Daddy Kink, Jealous!Vox, Vox Is WAY Worse Than Val, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Vox would never be replaced, he was going to make damn sure of that fact.

Also, as of now, I am accepting commissions! Please see the info Here!

[dish-licker]

Cross posting this ValAngel thing I put on twitter. Tw for abusive relationship.

Valentino with memory issues from all the years of hard drugs. He forgets where he left his phone, why he summoned his assistant, what he likes to order at restaurants. When he forgets, he gets frustrated and lashes out.

So Angel keeps track of things for him. He makes a mental note of where Val puts his keys and remembers his favorite foods. In peaceful times, he does it out of love, to dispel the lost expression on Val’s face. When things are bad, he does it to avoid Val's temper tantrums.

But he walks a tightrope. If he’s too forward with his help, Val will take offense and lash out. So Angel flirts and flatters and makes Val think everything is his idea.

“I'm hungry,” Angel pouts cutely, because he’s noticed that Val hasn't eaten in hours and he always gets cranky when he's hungry. “Take me to that place I like?” It’s actually the place that Val likes, but this way he gets to feel like he's spoiling Angel. The strategy has worked well in the past. Valentino likes to feel magnanimous- as long as Angel is properly grateful, of course.

Val can't find his keys, so Angel surreptitiously sweeps them up from where he saw Val toss them earlier. He drops them onto the couch cushion nearby when Val is looking away. When he looks back, even with his poor eyesight, Val spots the keys. Crisis averted.

They get to the restaurant and slide into the booth. “Want me to read ya the menu?” Angel asks, and he knows it's a mistake when Val’s eyes narrow. He’s about to say that he can read the fucking menu himself, he's not blind, but Angel thinks fast.

He tilts his head and frowns down at the menu. “Hang on. Is this thing in French or somethin’? I can't read none of this.”

Val relaxes. “You're so stupid,” he says affectionately. “It's a good thing you're pretty.”

The menu is in Spanish, not French, and Angel knows it. But he mispronounces half the words as he reads them aloud so that Val can chuckle and correct him each time.

Val orders fajitas, so Angel gets the enchiladas that Val likes. When the order arrives, Angel takes a bite and moans with pleasure. “Soooo good. Try this, daddy.” He feeds Val a bite from his fork, and Val brightens immediately.

He tells Angel that it's just the way his grandma used to make them- a thing he's told Angel a dozen times already, but Angel doesn't remind him of that. He lets Val eat his food while he picks at Val’s abandoned fajitas.

They drink margaritas and cuddle in the booth, making fun of the waitress, gossiping about which of the restaurant’s other customers are hot enough to feature in Val’s movies.

Angel prides himself on being able to handle Valentino. He senses the slightest shifts in his moods, defuses his anger before it flares. This time, Angel navigated safely through the storm. Now he gets to enjoy Valentino at his flamboyant, affectionate best.

On days like this, it's easy to dismiss the days that didn't go well. When Angel missed a signal or failed to suppress an eyeroll, or snapped an “I know,” after Val told him the same anecdote for the hundredth time, only realizing his mistake when Val yanked him off his feet.

When Angel lets himself be flattered by the pet names that Val murmurs into his ear, when he bites his lip when Val gets handsy with him under the table, when the bad days are the farthest thing from his mind…Angel has to wonder which one of them actually has a bad memory.

[dabletrablee]

I know I did a poll before, but now there are more ships on it and more episodes/trailers have come out.

I also wanted to put WAY more ships, like Josh x Ace, Verosica x Blitzø, Lin x Joe, Lucifer x Lillith, Stella x Striker, ect. But the tumblr polls won’t allow me to have more options then I put😒.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Ok but what if instead of Alastor "saving" Angel from Valentino I get fucking big brain galaxy bitch with it and write a fic about Al treating Angel like shit and Val actually stepping in to do something about it

[its-more-than-just-a-fantasy]

Can we have a Spidermoth week too please 🙏

[gloriousmonsters]

Anyone want a violent, emotionally whumpy, angsty-hot Valangel fic? Because I have one of those now

[redradiowaves]

if anyone is interested in a literate staticmoth / mothdust / radiostatic /polyvee roleplay on discord (18+ ppl only pls!) then like this or dm me so we can rp on discord 👀 i’m talking fucked up evil dysfunctional ship portrayals here .. someone indulge me

( i’ll play any character except alastor ^_^ )

[lavendulachronicler]

My Favorite game: How Abusive Is Valentino Exactly?

Do you think Valentino has ever cried in front of Angel? Just to twist the knife? Feigning some vulnerability to get Angel to open up for real? Some 'I know you think I'm a monster'? A little 'I know you hate me'? Just cos he knows Angel would deny it?

Probably doesn't even really cry. Just takes off his glasses, covers his face with one hand and heaves his shoulders until he feels Angel's hand on his shoulder. "You're not a monster, Val." "Aw... Sweetheart." Said as, hidden by that hand, a grin grows. "You're just sayin' that."

[olderthannetfic]

I'm sorry, but this may sound really silly but I really wish I could meet proship folk that like Hazbin Hotel, legit I'm so tired of finding out someone is an anti and thinks someone should die because of an age gap ship or an incest ship. I have had to block 5 people today, and I had previously followed them for their fanart. 2 of them said people aren't real SA victims if you like the poison song or Valentino, and the other 3 are Valentino and Vox multi shippers that said something along the lines of "pedo and incest shippers should eat glass and die actually." One literally makes nsfw art and the only recently put "PROSHITTERS DNI" on it because the "wrong" people were following her when she drew MothDust.

Any suggestions of people to follow? I'm dying to meet someone that won't say this kind of stuff or invalidate sa victims. I legit don't care if they're uncomfortable with the taboo topics so long as they don't judge others or invalidate them for liking them.

--

To be honest, most of the people I hang out with took one look at the art style, realized who was going to be in the fandom, and never touched it.

But maybe someone else has suggestions?

[zaebeecee]

•ZBC’s Writing Masterpost•

You can find my AO3 account here.

This is a big ol’ post for my writing. Links to individual fics and brief descriptions under the cut. I’m also open for fic prompts, if you have any. I’m not a multishipper, so I’ll only write things I ship (with some exceptions), but ships I write for are also under the cut.

I mostly like to write romance from the aroace (demi on both counts) perspective.

Hellaverse

RadioDust

To Sever a Loveless Bond

Soulmate AU. Multichapter. WIP.

Angel and Alastor discover they are each other’s soulmates. This is unacceptable, and the obvious solution is to figure out a way to break out of this bond before the Vees do it for them.

Fight and Flight

Headcanon prompt from @alastorsfluffydeertail. Oneshot. Pre-ship.

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel are assholes who are currently in the middle of a prank war. On a completely unrelated note, Alastor is very much like a deer in one way: he is extremely easy to startle.

CasinoBomb

Risk and Reward

One-shot.

Husk reflects on the nature, and addictive appeal, of risk.

Zestial/Sir Pentious

…and so, the spider captured the serpent

One-shot prompt from @alastorsfluffydeertail

Sir Pentious requires information to fix his newest project. Zestial has a lot of books. Charlie thinks this is an easy fix.

Various/Multiple focus

Blitzø’s 13

Ocean’s Eleven-inspired fic. Multichapter. WIP.

When Blitzø receives a credible and threatening letter from an unknown source, he has no choice but to put together a team of hellborn and sinners for a little heist. The target? Lucifer Morningstar. The reason? That’s for him to worry about.

Hannibal

Hannigram

“It’s a surprise.”

Prompt one-shot for @fletchingbrilliant

Hannibal has business to attend to, but he says it’s a secret, and Will is left home alone. He takes this as well as you might expect.

Prompt Ships

Hannigram

RadioDust

Stolitz

Chaggie

CasinoBomb (Husk/Cherri)

Cannapple (Lucifer/Rosie)

Zestial/Sir Pentious

Moxxie/Millie

Fizzmodeus

One-sided RadioStatic

Staticmoth

If you want a ship you don’t see here and want to know if it’s an exception, go ahead and ask. My only hard no’s are HuskerDust, RadioApple, Chalastor, MothDust, and anything that makes Adam a good person (or that changes canon queer identities). I’ll consider just about anything else.

[my-dark-lord]

*Vox is comforting Valentino* Vox: Stop crying because it’s over. Start smiling because Angel is someone else’s problem now.

[written-in-sunshine]

Title: My Daddy Says Three's Not Allowed

Author: Keith

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Setting: Vox’s Control Room, Valentino’s Living Room

Pairing: Angel Dust/Valentino, Vox/Valentino

Characters: Vox, Valentino, Angel Dust

Genre: Drama/Erotic/Romance/Angst

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2,165

Type Of Work: One-Shot, FicWip Hanahaki Event Fill, FicWip 60-Minute Sprint

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M, Hanahaki Disease, Blood, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Vaginal Sex, Intersex Character, Exhibitionism, Jealous Vox, Val Knows Vox Is Watching And Is Being A Shit On Purpose, This Is Also Known As The Fic Where Vox Just Cannot Stop Thinking ‘This Is Unfair’

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Vox is based on how my friend Spacy plays him, and Angel is based on how my husband plays him.

Summary: Valentino knew better than this.

I HAVE WRITING COMMISSIONS OPEN!

[dish-licker]

this story's going to end with me dead from your poison

[orielyn-stories]

Captive

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, Moth Ship: MothDust Summary: They say addiction is the hardest to wage war against. It leaves a lasting effect upon the mind and soul; giving the user the mindset of being in control when in reality they have all but spiraled into a void. A void that few can describe unless they've been there, battling an unseen demon.

Pentagram City was another beast after the night's eerie fingers had wrapped themselves tightly around the nooks and crannies of the hustling city by day. Creatures of the night prowled in search of their next victim. While others sought their meals in another form.

White powder nestled itself within its plastic prison, no more than a dime in size but more powerful than any Overlord could ever hope to be. It gave the illusion of being a trusted friend. One in which to share all the hopes and dreams of any individual that had the misfortune of crossing its path. It went by many names: Coke, Snow, Blow, Rail, and many more that coated it with a sweet calling when ensnared within its dangerous web.

It was the reason that so many had fallen into a pit that only Hell could wish to deem its own. A prison that captured the mind and held tight, weaving its own little details into memories that once held pure emotions.

One such unfortunate soul was battling against the beast as his slender form came to rest against a cooling wall. His body felt as if waves of an inferno were devouring him. The backlash of wave upon wave of fire that riddled his body was enough to send a strangled huff of air from his burning lungs.

Two-toned eyes strained to focus as the click-click clicking of his black high heeled boots drove another nail into his pounding skull. He wanted it to stop! He needed it to stop! 

His hand darted, with a mind of its own, into his pocket as he pulled a small baggie from within. He could feel his body vibrating with the realization that he just needed that last hit. Everything would be okay after. The white substance had never lied to him before. Why should it start now?

But as the baggie laid in his outstretched palm the spider demon felt his body pull away. He didn't understand but the battle raged on as he stayed where he leaned against the side of the building.

When had it become a question of whether he needed this in his life or not? When did it become a moral questioning against his better judgment? When had the simplest answer turned into a complex jigsaw puzzle for him to figure out with pieces missing?

The spider demon forced himself to move as a soft, glowing light came into focus. It was a beacon for him to follow in the darkness that threatened to consume him. The plastic baggie fell to the pavement beneath his signature black high heels as he stumbled his way towards the beacon.

He felt as if a moth to a flame.

His body jolted at the realization. It was as if the lost puzzle pieces suddenly laid at his feet. 

"Moth," a strained throat whispered.

The spider demon steadied himself as he pushed to his full height. His mind went into overdrive as sweet memories pierced through the coke induced haze.

Feet were moving before his brain had ever registered as arms pumped at his sides. He wanted to go home. Two-toned eyes turned starlight as the softly glowing beacon revealed itself to be the inner lights of the Hotel he now called home. 

His hands grabbed the handle of the front door as he burst through. His sudden motion caused the bartender to feel bristled fur from behind the bar. He took little notice as the grumpy voice sounded from behind him. He needed to find Moth.

Memories played over in his mind as he rushed for the stairs. The elevator all but forgotten in his haste to reunite with the one soul that kept him grounded in the hellish void he had welcomed into his life. He'd give it all up if only to remain in those arms that gave him peace.

The spider twisted his body as he hit the floor in which their room dwelt. The last rush from the white monster fueling his movements but his thoughts were his own. His desire was held together by that sweet face that danced in his memories. He needed to feel grounded again as if everything he had done up to this point could be forgiven. There was a need there that no white monster could deliver in all its poisonous whispers and promises.

Spindly fingers wrapped around the doorknob as he twisted. The comfort of their room came into view as two-toned eyes shown with love but the expression falling away as the moth demon he searched for was nowhere in sight. He felt a wave of nausea rush up his spin and into his throat. The spider demon was once more rushing as he threw himself towards the bathroom.

His arms wrapping around the cooling porcelain as he heaved. Nothing came but with no surprise from the arachnid demon. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything since his new binge. But his body went through the motions as he trembled violently with each dry heave. His throat became raw as he felt tears stinging his thick lashes. His makeup smeared as he couldn't stop.

" ANGEL! " The startled voice boomed around the room, but to Angel that smoothing voice, lifted by telepathic abilities, encased his struggling body as he couldn't bring himself to turn from the cooling porcelain. He felt small even with his massive height that towered him over most sinners. His arms gripped tighter as he tried to make himself smaller than he felt in that moment.

" Angel ," that voice once more encasing him as he felt comforting arms wrap around his back.

Angel couldn't take it anymore as he threw himself at the moth demon that had found him at last. His body twisting as he pulled Moth to him. His arms a death grip around the smaller frame as his head rested over his shoulder. Angel's head pressed firmly against Moth's as he felt the need to be closer to the moth demon. He couldn't let go. He wouldn't let go. He needed Moth in his life more than he could ever express.

He held him in his arms, as if his life depended on it.

Moth found himself cradled in those trembling arms. His own wrapping protectively around Angel's trembling form. His first set of hands gripped around Angel's shoulders as he pulled the spider closer to his small frame. His soul breaking at just how destructive the spider had let himself become.

Soft light from the bedroom drifted into the threshold of the bathroom. It washed gently against the couple that was huddled in the bathroom floor as the trembling of the spider demon started to calm. His world was right here in his arms. He didn't feel as much of a captive in the arms of the white monster any longer. The monster had been replaced by the one soul that had time and time again proved to be a lifeline in the hellish void he had created so long ago. Angel knew it wouldn't be over night for he'd allowed the white monster into his life far too many years ago; but he knew that Moth was worth every hard "no" and turn away that would come with his new found choice of letting the white powder fall away. “ I’ll always be here Angel. ” That voice was all the arachnid sinner needed to know his choice in walking away from the demon that ensnared him was the right one. A step in the right direction for his chaotic life.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

If you're writing a radiobelle fic and not putting in direct parallels between the way Alastor treats Charlie and how Val treats Angel then what are you even doing