#hazbin hotel x vigilante!reader

[bearw-me]

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!

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

That song "Loser Baby" from Hazbin Hotel has been on my mind ever since I watched the video, and I'm like, ooooh, prompt idea ✨️✨️

Basically, Jason and Reader are both members of the Titans, Jason's going through some shit, thinking he's alone to deal with it because the other members never cared about his problems, so Reader is there to sort of comfort him!

WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, drug use, weaponry use

Notes: Based on HBO Titans, timelines are mixed, idk how a molotov cocktail works, just go w it, unrealistic gun use

Another day, another failed mission. Why? Jason took the impulsive decision to dive in, head first, into the first danger he saw, which led them to be ambushed by other criminals. Sure, they got the majority locked up, but now the others are spread around Gotham now trying to get backup.

And like most times, when Jason messes up now and again, the members start pointing fingers while Dick was at GCPD.

"We went through the plan a million times, kid," Hank grunts. "You wait for Dick's signal!"

"Yeah, yeah! I heard you the first time," Jason spits back. He's been hearing this ever since the whole fiasco ended up until now as everyone got back to the tower. "Get off my back, will you, at least I fuckin' tried, asshole."

"And we would've completed the mission successfully if you tried after Dick gave the cue," Kory chimes in. "You need to work on your patience."

"Whatever," Jason mumbles storming back into his room.

Just as he was, you were exiting your own room, located just beside Jason's.

"Hi, Jay, how was the- oh...kay?" Just as you were greeting the young vigilante, he ignored you, slamming his door shut.

You walk into the lobby. Though you were a member of the Titans, you didn't participate often in missions. You design and create weaponry for the other members, especially Dick and Jason, as they don't have any powers. You excused yourself from joining the missions because although you knew how and when to use your mechanics best, your combat and stealth skills aren't as advanced.

You picked up this interest of building and experimenting after a few downfalls earlier in your life before Dick found you and took you in.

You grew up on the not so upper class side of Gotham City, and you were not an intentionally planned kid. Your parents made bad decisions, weren't married, and both were struggling in their own way. But your dad soon realised that it was all too much for him. He couldn't take care of himself, let alone take care of a kid, his kid. Soon enough, he reached his limit and swallowed a few too many pills.

That's when your mom went spiralling into her own depression. She smoked more cigs, snorted more coke, and drank more alcohol. And when you were old enough to comprehend the profanity she spat at you, she figured that you were smart enough to live life on your own. So she kicked you out. Later that night, when you came back, just to double check if your mom was just on a high and didn't mean what she said, she was gone. The only evidence to prove she was there were the smashed bourbon bottles and and cigarette butts scattered across the floor.

You sat yourself on the couch, legs tucked into your chest as you wrapped your arms to secure them in place and waited patiently for your mom to come home.

But she never did.

Some bad people were after you, claiming that your mother had owed them a shit ton of money. When you told them you didn't know where she was, they said that you'd have to continue to pay back her debt. You had nowhere else to go. So every time they'd come knocking on your door, you'd bolt out through the fire escape.

You had a molotov cocktail in your hand, a little something you saw your dad do once when he was in a difficult situation such as yours. This is the first time you've tried to use it before. You're scared that saving the bottle would be a waste of time. What if you threw it and the fire just went out? What if it wouldn't have the effect you'd expect? What if it would hurt you too in the process??

You just prayed. Prayed for some sort of miracle. In your other hand, spray on deodorant that you stole from the grocery store a walk away from your apartment.

There's a recently abandoned one-story house just down the road.

Lure them there, spray the room, blow 'em up.

You repeated the plan to yourself. So many things can go wrong. You couldn't do anything but pray.

Your chest ached when you got to the building. You covered your face as you choked, inhaling the deodorant that you sprayed around the room.

"There they are!" One of the men yelled towards your direction. You waited. Just a couple seconds.

You ran out the back window as they crashed through the door. Looking back, you waited as much as you could, making sire as much of the men entered the house.

Now.

You lit the cloth on fire, using your mom's lighter, one of the things you kept, and threw it through the window. And just like that, the fire caught onto the particles of the deodorant, and as the bottle smashed to the concrete floor, the building as a whole burst into flames, the painful screams of men remaining in the house.

"Oh my god, it worked!" You said to yourself, panting as you continue to run away.

From then on, you experimented with other, easier ways to create the same kind of effect. You used scraps of metal, lead wires from lightbulbs, plus lightbulb shards to create explosives to protect you.

Soon, your knowledge of weaponry expanded. You managed to steal a gun from one of the men that were after you. You liked to know how things worked. And you liked to manipulate how they worked.

You spent your time disassembling your new gun and eventually created a new weapon of your own. You'd pretend to be too scared to use it, bad man grabs it off you, aim it at you, pulls the trigger, and boom. The bullet blows to the other end, towards their face.

Too bad luck wasn't completely on your side for long.

You screeched as you walked past an alley, your hair being grabbed and pulled by a large man. "Think you can get away from me, bitch?" A gruff voice spat.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, grasping as your scalp that's burning your skull. You heard the glint of a knife as the sharpness poked at your side.

"Please, please, no, please," you whispered, begging for your life to be spared.

"You better pray for a miracle, cunt," the man said, jabbing the knife into your side, then throwing you against the wall, leaving you to bleed out.

Your vision blurred and came to the conclusion that you were going to die.

That is... if some random stranger found you and decided to bring you back to what you found out to be "Titans Tower." Learning his name to be Richard 'Dick' Grayson understood you had no one to take care of you and that you were the one who caused that explosion. He also found your little gun, and the great detective saw how it's been rearranged.

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar area. You were bandaged up well, but you were still scared. You hissed, trying to sit up. At the same, Dick walks into the room, a trya with soup, a glass of water and a small tablet next to the glass all prepared.

Dick smiled, introducing himself and apologising for bringing you unconscious. He offered you a shelter, but also wanted to know more about you. How you ended up in the situation, who was after you, and how you managed to rearrange the gun.

He then took you under your wing, giving you your own room and even your own materials to create more weapons for yourself. These ranged from melee weapons, explosives, and hand to hand combat weapons.

Dick tried to train you in physical combat, but you admitted that no matter how hard you tried, your fighting skills won't really improve. So you offered to just create new defence weapons for the team and operate missions from the tower as the team went out.

A couple of months later, you met Jason Todd. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't attractive, and his flirtatious attitude didn't help with your attraction towards him.

You also admired how skilled he was in fighting. Fighting a person while blindfolded? Fighting two people while they're all blindfolded? You wished to be just like him. But you were too shy to talk to him.

Jason speaks before thinking, and you were scared that he'd make fun of you for being part of the Titans without knowing basic combat and stealth skills. So you avoided him as much as you could.

But your guard was down as you had your headphones on, sitting on the couch in the lobby, sketching out a design for new throwing blades that could inject a liquid into the body to knock someone out for around half an hour.

"Why do I never see you around?" A curious voice chimes. One of your headphones laid off your ear, so you flinched when you heard someone begind you.

"Uhm, I.. I don't know what you're talking about," you quietly say, not sure how to confidently talk to the attractive boy.

"You're never out on missions or in the training room. Why are you here?" He says, arms leaning on the back of the couch, face dangerously close to yours

You shrugged. "I kind of make the weapons, I guess. I got those Rs of yours to send a shock wave of electricity," you replied, trying to identify yourself.

Jason tilts his head. "So, how come I never see you around training or missions? With weapons like them, I assume you would be useful out there."

You shake your head. "Fighting isn't really my forte. And my aim is never accurate," you explain, bracing yourself for the taunts.

"Huh. Want me to teach ya?" He offers.

Your head shoots towards him. "Uhm. Thanks, but Dick already tried training me. Trust me, I'd just be wasting your time and be a pain in your ass," you say, fidgeting with the pencil in your hand, kooking away from him.

"Nah, you trust me. I can teach you way better than Dickwad can. And if you still think fighting just isn't a thing for you, we can stop."

You stare up at him for a few moments before sighing and agreeing.

Surprisingly, Jason was able to teach you the basics, but that was as far as you could learn. Nonetheless, you were grateful that Jason taught you something that you could learn. You couldn't thank him enough. In return, you designed weaponry specifically suited for his fighting style.

From then on, you and Jason developed a beautiful friendship. Unfortunately, your crush on him only grew more.

But you and Jason were always there for each other. You never ran out of stories and fun talks to chat about. And eventually, little by little, the two of you opened up about your not so different pasts.

So when Jason stormed into his room after coming back from the mission while making absolutely no contact with you, it got you worried.

"Jeez, what happened?" You say as you walk to where the other members stood.

"Jason being Jason as always," Rachel mumbles.

"Uhh, Jason was just being eager. He's been trying to solve this case for weeks," Gar tries to reason out.

"If that little shit just stuck to the plan, his case would've been solved," Hank raises his voice as Dawn tries to calm him down.

"Just be patient with him. He didn't mean it," you try to calm everyone down.

"We can't be patient with him if he himself can't be patient," Donna calls out from the fridge, grabbing a drink.

"Listen, he's been through enough already, cut him some slack," you begin to get pissed off.

"If you're referring to when he got kidnapped, that was his fault too," Rachel says, sitting down on the couch.

"You know what wasn't his fault? Drawing crosses on your mirror, Rach. And that made all of you blame him for the other shit planted in your rooms. Do you know how much that shit hurt him? And none of you didn't even apologise! So, sorry, on behalf of him, that he wanted to show he was still strong enough even after he was kidnapped and dropped from a skyscraper. But have a little decency and time to understand why he acts the way he does," you ranted, not letting anyone reply as you stormed away.

During your times spent with Jason, you didn't miss his ADHD meds lying around, and eventually, he opened up to you about his therapy talks with Leslie, and you're glad it's somewhat helping. You just wushed you would be as much helo to him.

You knocked lightly on the door. "Jay?" You called out to him. You sighed when you were met with no response. You know he didn't tell you to come in, hut you were so worried for your best friend, so you entered his room.

His rock vinyl was spinning, and you took the pin off, making the loud mhsic stop abruptly.

Staring out the window, Jason turns to you, glaring at you.

"C'mon, it's just me, Jay. You can talk to me," you say.

Jason scoffs. "Yeah, sure. Then you'd think of me like the others do," he says, his gaze returnint out the window.

"And how do they think of you, Jason?"

He shrugs. "Like a fucking loser," he croaks.

"That's because you are a loser," you deadpan. Jason's brows furrow in confusion as he looks at you once more. He honestly thought you'd start to go on a long, petty rant about you thinking otherwise.

You sighed, walking over to him, hding his hands and bring him over to his bed, sitting him down.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Jay. Your life sucks and I don't know if it's going to get better. There's a chance that it's not. You are a loser. You're spontaneous, make dumb decisions that don't always go well. But, you know? It's not entirely your fault. Your childhood sucks, your current family sucks and most of your teammates sucks. And you're just doing your best. You may be a loser, but guess what? I am, too. I can't fight, I can make weapons, but my aim is shit. My dad died, and my drug addict mom left me. I'm always alone i the tower because everyone else is out doing cool, superhero shit. I understand your pain, Jason. That's why we tell each other the shit we've been through. Because that load might be too heavy for only ourselves to carry. But I'm sure as hell it would be light as a feather if we carry both of our problems together," you choose your words carefully, your hands remaining on his, your thumb stroking his scarred skin.

Slowly, you move your hands, shifting them to link your pinky with his while he remains silent. "Jason, I promise you. I'm always going to be here to listen. I'm always going to be here for you. To help you in any way I possibly can."

Jason doesn't verbally reply. What he does, though, is nod and lean his head against your shoulder, tightening his grip around your hands.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

This is my Helluva Boss Master-list II

This is the link to My Hazbin Hotel Master-list list

Headcanons

With Low Maintenance S/O

I.M.P vs Vigilante

Eldritch horror

Verosika Mayday x Imp Overlord

With a really loving and sweet S/O.

The first kiss

Shy Submissive male S/O with a Sugar mama

Stella X The Prince of Hell

Stella First date headcanon

Reaction to their baby boy being able to duplicate.

Waking up to find their S/O happily snuggling into them.

Stella with a country S/O

How Alastor and Stolas use there powers to mess with their S/O

Striker x male cowboy Imp reader

With a symbiote S/O

With Male S/O that has grown children with multiple women

"Are you sure you live in Hell? Because I could swear I'm seeing something straight out of heaven."

Loona x Trans Male reader

Their reaction to finding reader singing a jazzy tune

With a male human hula dancer S/O that enjoys dancing for them.

With a priest that went to Hell.

Their reaction to their S/O doing Bad ass Karate

Their reaction to an S/O that cares more about romance then Sex

With a clumsy, dense, idiotic S/O that loves them oh so much.

The only Ship that never sinks

Octavia x servant Hellhound Reader

Show me the Stars~

With an S/O with the powers of a cartoon character

Walking in on their S/O's "private time"

Lovecraft? Eh, it's okay I guess

Finding out their S/O is a child of Lucifer

Confessing to an Oblivious reader

Male S/O with a Medusa Tattoo

Oh my little love bird~

Please baby, don't make me hurt you!

Discovering their S/O has a twin brother by mistaken identity

Reaction to their S/O info dumping about the theatre

With a male Pop Idol reader

Ours~

Awkward...

Simple fling with your Hot Boss? Or Something More~

Like it was Meant to Be

Life Saver!

Who your Daddy~

A bets a bet

Stolas, Millie, Loona, Vaggie, Stella, Husk, Beezlebub and Asmodeus accidentally hitting their S/O During a Fight.

His Scent~

What About Me Series

What about me?!

With Friends Like These

But what if it could?

[toothedsmile]

Masterlist

Boku no hero academia

The puppeteer Bnha various x vigilante reader

Description: female reader insert Born with a quirk that has two sides.Her father is her biggest idol, saving people, as a fireman.He gave her the dream of being a hero.Her mother, she who gave her, her love.The love that she wanted pass on to others who needed it the most.

Choices of quirks explained

Prologue

What is the readers quirk?

Chapter one: The start of her dreams

Chapter two: The entrance exam

Chapter three: First day at school

Skippable

Chapter four: And....ACTion?

Chapter five: Hero training!

Chapter six: A hero’s job

Chapter seven: A hero’s guilt

Chapter eight: Starting anew

Chapter nine: A late meeting

Special chapter: A.U

Chapter ten: The first battle pt1

extra mini-chapter for the late update

Chapter eleven: The first battle pt.2

Hazbin Hotel

The new demon Hazbin hotel x reader

Description: Y/N has recently fallen in Hell after the Cleanse. Curious what this new place has to bring for her she goes out and meets new demons. Perhaps they will scream louder than the others.

Prologue/ Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

An apology chapter

:)       (is a chapter)

Naruto

Nothing yet! But two planned! Two chapters written!

FNAF

Nothing yet! But one planned! three chapters written!

Supernatural

Nothing yet! But i wrote something! One chapter written!

BTS

Nothing yet! idea written!

Undertale

Nothing yet!

Mystic messenger

Nothing yet! i might try...

Bendy and the ink machine

Nothing yet!

Other fandoms

Nothing yet! Requests are open!

[bearw-me]

Hey if it's possible, can I request a sequel to the Hazbin vigilante reader with the Vees and have a part a where they get confronted by the vigilante if that's not too much to ask also maybe Adam?

I got two asks for vigilante!reader! I sort of combined them if you all don't mind ♡

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 — 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 ft : The Vees: Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Adam, gn!reader, Charlie mentioned 𐐒 cw : swearing, the vees try to extort/blackmail you 𐐒 summary : the prolific hell trio extort the new 'hero of hell' and are confronted directly & Adam reacts to this new change in hell via a meeting with Charlie 𐐒 note : lowkey feels like we creating a story here. maybe we should guys? vigilante hell hero?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐬

the vees have a... lets say love/hate relationship with you.

the first time Vox spotted you on the news, he had dollar signs in his head, and Valentino & Vel weren't far behind either on their motives.

All they see is profit, and together, the three of them quickly become one of the biggest in hell (besides the news) to spread rumors and widespread panic in order to sell their security systems and stories

the bad part of this plan, includes you stepping WAY too close into their territory now. This part of Pentagram City is theirs, and the trio will not be pushed around by some- 'stuck-up newcomer'

And, just like that, somehow ALL of their FUCKING EQUIPMENT GETS SMASHED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

"HOW THE FUCK DID THIS-FUCKING NOBODY- GET THROUGH OUR SECURITY SYSTEMS!?"

Vel and Val need a few hours to calm Vox down in the aftermath of your counter-attack on them.

wait, imagine Velvette creating a nice new suit for the reader, given the opportunity. Vox does all the broadcasting while Valentino knows how to market you as hell's hero (good ending lol)

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

Adam doesn't fuck with hell personally. The first man couldn't really give two shits about what goes on down there... As long as him and his exterminators get a little fun then that's all that matters.

But Charlie, suddenly brings (of all people) you into the 'angelic spotlight' one meeting.

Hells quote-unquote "new hero"

"I'm sorry-A fucking what?" he has to stop this whole thing as if Charlie didn't try to brush over the fact, with her 'hell is changing shtick'

You just look like one more problem Adam can't really comprehend

Maybe you just like killing sinners for the fun of it? Like him? Maybe you're just insane like all of those wackjobs down there

all he knows is that come the next extermination day, he's going to be looking for that suited figure and find out himself.

"Your kidding! That could be a fucking angel for all we know!" Adam points out, there is no way some sinner is down there trying to do (what is essentially) HIS job

He doesn't believe it. Not one bit. Like most people, he thinks this is a ruse of some kind.

doesn't really like it