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kagakuoniryu · 7 months

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Part 2 of the alastor x reader I written when I wasn't feeling well at all

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

After that talk in alastor's room, you hardly left yours limiting contact with everyone...

Well, mostly everyone, nifty still passed by everyday to clean up a bit and chase the boug, you were thankful for it, she didn't treated you differently, she was the same sadistic, boys driven, bug hater lady you met, and you could talk her ears off

"Niff ? What do you think about E/n ?" You started warily, you never openly talked to her about it surprisinly until now

"Oh I hate her !"

Shocked you asked her to go on ; E/n, hated ? The E/n you knew...Well...she presented to others ?!

"Why is that ? Did something went wrong ? Did she hurt you ?!"

"She always interrupt my dead roack show ! She says it's weird and disgusting ! She even killed a roach before I could and that is an heinous crime"

You gulped, noting mentally that to stay in nifty's good side, you better let her kill the roaches herself

"But...isn't it weird how everyone like her ? And how they think she's genuinely nice ? Even alastor likes her !"

"And everyone likes alastor until they he shows his nature !" With that nifty finally stabbed that roach she was after

"You...have a good point...she's showing them what they want to gain what she wants...but...what does she wants...?"

"I don't know ! I have a lot of cleaning to do ! Goodbye !"

"Wait nifty !"

And the door was closed, you sighed, well...it was good for as long as it lasted you guessed...you needed a plan, but you couldn't think clearly in this hotel...you couldn't go to Rosie too...she ADORED E/n and they had their regular tea party...crashing to your friends place weren't use at all, one they adored her, two, it was still the hotel and three, since your words with angel you kinda ghosted them all, thinking they couldn't hurt yiu if you ghosted them before that ; your fiancee radio station maybe ? No, too obvious, and he spend all his goddamn time up there...and he isn't the exact definition of "privacy"...you thought for a second about mimzy, but that girl hated your guts for no reason...or well...maybe because alastor humiliated her last time...

Finally, a bell rang in your head ; alastor ! That's your solution ! He gave you a spare key of his actual house outside of the hotel, and he barely goes there since he is in his tower during the day and at the hotel at night !

Picking minimal stuff, just a few clothes, a notepad and a pencil, even leaving your proposal ring behind, not wznting to be distracted by alastor himself you rushed outside, surprising everyone in the lobby until you came crashing down into alastor

"My, my, my dear, someone here is in a rush"

"Uh yeah...I needed fresh air, you know, the old stuff, figured I could go camping ?"

Alastor's gaze darkened as he looked at your ring finger, well, lack of ring on your ring finger

"And does camping prevent you from wearing you ring ? Or perhaps you youngster has a different definitiln of camping that back in my day, because decades ago, men could hunt even with they wedding ring, and yet you can't sleep with it on ?"

"I just wanted some alone time, calm down al' if anything, send a shadow my way kf you don't trust me, I know you don't anyway for a few weeks now"

Without letting him finish you left the hotel, you almost feel pity to charlie, she'll have a very pissy alastor in her hands until you come back

Arriving at alastor's home you let yourself in, now you needed to brainstorm !

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Three hours and about 3 cups of tea in...you have little next to nothing for an idea...how the hell are you gonna show this pest real face ?! You needed a real confrontation with her, but she'll never gave it to you, and if she did, she would have a backup plan, just like when you were alive...alive...

That's it !

One of your imps friend that owe you one could go to the living world ! He could retrieve your phone and you could prove your point !

Getting everything ready, and after many days, the phone in your hands, you plugged it in for it to charge and once at 100 % your rushed to the hotel

"Guys ! I got my phone back I-"

Entering the hotel, they were all playing a board game together, not caring about where you went...but you've been gone for at least a good week or two now...did you mattered so little ?

"O-oh...Y/n...you're here ! We...uh...were playing monopoly ! You...wanna join us ?"

Charlie tried akwardly, chukling nervously at your empty expression

"No, I was happy to prove my point, but I guess it's no use, she is better than me anyway, charlie, I guess you can take an other sinner in...I quit the hotel..."

You missed the way her eyes showed her heartbreak at this sight of you, giving up, she really failed you this time ; as you went upstair to make your bags, the boarding game night was ruined, and alastor teleported right into your room

"Hello ma chère (my dear), may I know where you're planning on going ?"

"I don't know al, far ? You all won it, always pushing me to the side, y'all fucking won it"

"I believe such swearing isn't proper in a ladie's mout-"

"Well for once I'll fucking swear if I'll fucking please al ! Because none of you wwants to believes in me ! You knew me long her and you choose her ! Just...go and date her ! It's her speciality to just date whoever has been with me before anyway..."

"What do you mean...? Y/n...?"

No terms of endearment there, that was rare for alastor, even before you both started dating he was affectionnate and using pet names, he always does with women, just a way to make them feel appreciated

"What do you mean 'what do I mean' you didn't knew how my ex boyfriend cheated on me with her and that's why we stopped being friends ?!"

"No, actually...she told us the other way around, that she found her perfect someone...and that you tried to seduce him and flirt with him and when he exposed you you bullied her"

"Bullied her ?! She made my life hell before getting down here ! After I blocked her everywhere she used our common friend she turned against me or even her sister's social media to stalk me down !"

"Well, my dear, I do want to believes you, you know I love you, but I can't without proper proof"

Taking your phone's out of your pocket, and guiding alastor because of his obvious lack of modern technology skills, you showed him your call journal from that time, the recording, the screenshots, everything that proved you were in your right mind

"Well...my beloved, it seems I owe you an apology, with her honey words it seems I lowered my guard and lacked dicernment, could you forgive me ?"

Alastor put in hand gently on your cheek, lifting your face, you nuzzled against his hand before hugging him tight

"Apology accepted...and thank you...thank you so much for listening, even if it costed you to use modern technology"

"As long as you delete that picture I took by accident"

"I'll make it my wallpaper~"

"I'll rip this thing piece by piece"

Going downstairs with alastor was a relief, like a gentleman he offered his arms for you to hold onto as charlie jumped on you

"I'm SOOOO sorry to have neglected your feeling Y/n please !! I didn't mean to ! You were a good friend of all of us and would all feel awful if you were to really leave !!" She started, before being interrupted by alastor

"Well, my dear charlie, it seems someone is still leaving, but not our dear Y/n, someone who's suprisingly not that keen on getting redeemed it seems"

You saw E/n visibly tense as alastor grabs her rather forcefully

"Could you PLEASE tell all the others persons present here what happened between you and my lovely Y/n over here back when you were alive"

"I...I already told you didn't I...? She bullied me ! Y/n is just a mean bully and I always felt uneasy around her" E/n tried to defend herself, nervously sweating

"Really, care to explain this ? My dear best friend" you showed one of the most incriminating piece you had on your phone to the others, making their eyes go wide, and all fell into pieces, E/n wasn't trying to redeem, she was trying to ruin your life, all over again

She felt that for some reasons, many years ago, you were better than her, and that she needed what you had, by any mean and any ways, instead of finding her own hapiness she wanted to steal yours

Vaggie and alastor both kicked her out, charlie tried to say maybe she could be redeemed, but when alastor said that if he saw that girl put a foot near the hotel again he would turn her into jambalaya for everyone to eat...she was feeling rather discouraged

But that was okay, one bad sinners couldn't stray her from her dream ! Everyone in the hotel also apologized in their own way for not believing you and putting back through all your traumas all over again, and of course you forgave them

Alastor also made you a special contract this night, you could pet his ears, all night long, if the next day you didn't told the others about it

And of course you took the deal

~THE END~

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Well, I don't know if this one was longer or shorter than the previous part, I went along with the random imp going back on earth as an easter egg of helluva boss and also because I was stuck in my story !

It's nice to have a catharsis like this to be honest, I don't know if I'll write request or just silly story in one or multiple parts for hazbin hotel you can still send some in if yoj feel like it, just know that I'd be delighted to write for alastor again, he's my all time fav of the show

I hope you enjoyed it !!!

#writing #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor angst #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angst #x reader

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bimobuddy · 7 months

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Feeling Better

Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Alastor, Lers! Husk and Niffty

Everything in this fic is platonic

Soft and caring Husk :]

CW: Alastor in the bath, but everything is covered and nothing NSFW happens, angst as per usual in my fics at this point, mention of blood, mention of scars and past trauma (brief)

Spoilers

Summary: Alastor, while quite the dapper gentlemen, smells like swamp and deer carcass, as that is what his bedroom is. After some back and forth, his companions decide to take it upon themselves to take care of the issue (and take care of him)

Edit: I dont think this was my best work

It was no secret that Alastor wasn't the cleanest person. He turned his bedroom into a swamp to feel more at home, and often left blood stains from his meals on his suit, leaving it to rot and smell.

However, what many people didn't know, is that he also wasn't the best at keeping up with hygiene. Something that only Husk and Niffty knew about him was that he despised bathing. They didn't know why, they just knew that he did.

And they put up with it.. For as long as they could.

As Alastor sat at the bar, Husk found himself scrunching up his nose. To be polite, he made sure no one was listening first, then he turned to his boss, ears down. "Jesus, Al, when's the last time you bathed?" The radio host stared at Husk, trying to intimidate him, but for once, Husk wasn't budging. "I'm serious, Alastor. Not only does it reek, but I'm sure you don't feel good either. Right?"

This caught him off guard. He wasn't used to people other than Charlie showing him genuine concern. His smile remained as normal, but the folding of his ears seemed to give away how he was feeling. "I'll admit it has.. been a while."

Husk nodded and leaned against the counter. "Then maybe you should do something about it?" He asked, raising a brow. The other demon seemed to go quiet. Husk studied him, as if trying to read his mind. "Maybe... We can do something about it then? Niff and I?"

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Niffty appeared out of seemingly nowhere, hopping up onto the counter. "You know you can trust us, Alastor! I like cleaning!" She grinned.

"And you know I'm not going to judge or tell anyone." Husk said, looking him in the eye. Alastor thought it over for a moment. Niffty and Husk were two out of a small select group of people he genuinely trusted the most. "Fine." He shrugged, trying to make it appear as if there wasn't a growing sense of unease and anxiety sinking into his stomach.

Husk nodded. "Niffty, why don't you go ahead and go run the bath for Al. Use my room, I don't trust that he even has a tub in his." Niffty gave a quick salute then hopped down from the counter, running off.

Husk turned his attention back to Alastor, lowering his voice. "Is there a reason you don't like bathing, Al?" He asked, catching the demon off guard. "Why Husker, what makes you ask such a silly little-" "Don't think you can fool me, I saw the way you froze earlier. Al, you might own my soul, and you might scare the shit out of me sometimes, but I don't hate you," this surprised Alastor, "I'm only asking so I know how to go about this properly. If there's something about it that bothers you, I don't want to force you into it."

Alastor looked back at Husk for a solid minute, thinking it over. He stood suddenly and started to walk toward the hallway, where Husk's room was, signaling the other to follow, which he did. Once they were alone, Alastor finally spoke.

"What I'm about to tell you does not leave that silly little kitty mouth of yours, understood? If I find out that-" "You have my word, Alastor, you don't have to threaten it out of me." ".....Right. Well- Thank you.. Husk."

It wasn't often that Alastor used his actual name instead of 'Husker,' but when he did, the cat felt a sense of equality between them. No longer 'Owner of Soul and Servant,' but like they knew each other. All the more reason he decided to take this issue seriously, for Alastor.

"While I was alive, let's just say I've been through a lot. In my life, over many years, and many incidents, I acquired many scars. Reminders. Let's just say I do not enjoy them. I hated them, and hated looking at them. I assume that is why fate decided they would stick with me even in the afterlife." There was a moment of silence before Husk replied, "They make you feel vulnerable again. They remind you of those.. incidents.. Don't they?"

Alastor didn't verbally respond, but the glance he gave him confirmed to Husk that he may have been correct about this. Husk nodded. "You can trust us, Al."

As they stepped into Husk's room, they noticed just how much effort Niffty had put into this. She had drawn a bath, filled it with bubbles, already gotten a towel ready, and fresh new clothes for Alastor, folded neatly by the sink. As the Radio Host looked closer, he noticed some of the holes and tears had been mended.

"Wow, Niff, I'm impressed." Husk said, taking his hat off. Another sign that this wasn't between co-workers, but friends. His hair was slicked back as usual, though Alastor hadn't seen it like that since the day he won his soul.

When Husk looked back at Alastor, he noticed the look in his eye, his posture, everything. The look of 'I am trying very hard to be okay with this.'

Husk gave him a slight nod before turning to Niffty. "Why don't we give him some space real quick, alright?" He turned to Alastor. "Go ahead and get yourself ready in the bathroom, we'll be right out here." As he walked past the deer demon, he lowered his voice again, "We won't leave you."

Alastor stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He did deep down truly appreciate how supportive Husk and Niffty were being, it did help him feel less.. anxious about everything. Though he also no longer felt like an overlord. He felt like a kid again. The constant reassurance, the sudden comfort and concern he was being shown.. It reminded him of his mother. It was hard to describe, but if he had to, he would have said he felt 'weak, but in a way that was okay with him.'

He got himself ready and sat himself in the bath, the heat of the water somehow immediately helping him relax more than he thought it would. He was grateful for the bubbles as well, not only did it cover him, but he wasn't able to see his scars that much.

There was a gentle knock, then Husk's voice. "Al?" Wanting to at least pretend he still had control, he replied, "Enter."

Husk opened the door and before he even got a full step in, Niffty darted in, grabbed Alastor's discarded clothes and then ran back out, fussing about the blood stains under her breath.

"... Alright, well while she goes and does whatever it is she's decided she's going to do, I'll get started, if that's okay with you." Husk said, shutting the door behind him. Alastor nodded. It did feel odd to him to have someone elss in the room, but he reminded himself that he could trust the bartender.

As Husk stepped closer, he did catch a glimpse of a couple scars, littered across his skin. He didn't mention them, instead grabbing a rag nearby that Niffty had left out. "I know you don't like being touched, so I'm warning you beforehand that I'm about to, so you don't kill me. Satan knows Niffty would fuss at you over the mess." He said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Though Alastor didn't laugh, his grin did widen slightly, indicating that it had worked.

Husk dampened the cloth and got started, touching it to Alastor's back. As the radio demon jumped a little and suddenly gripped the sides of the tub, he paused, gave him time to calm back down, and continued. He knew he could have laughed at him, teased him for being such a powerful demon scared of something as small as a bath, but he didn't. He wouldn't. Because he understood. Sure, he was a feared overlord, rivaling with the King of Hell himself, but before that, he was a person.

A person that, surprisingly, he had come to understand and even care about. As Alastor suddenly jolted again, letting out a sudden ring of static, Husk thought it was due to him being anxious again, only to see his shoulders shaking a little bit.

At first, he worried that Alastor either was in pain or had started crying (a thought that really concerned him), but as he looked down, he noticed he had the rag placed on the back of his ribs, and that Alastor was arching away from the touch. Now this was something he could tease him about.

"Ticklish, kid?" He grinned, making a point to wiggle his fingers through the rag, making Alastor do the radio feedback noise again. "I-I'm oholder thahan you, you ahabsolute-" "Yeah but you died younger than I did, I'm more of an adult than you are."

Alastor opened his mouth to argue, but Husk had already slipped the rag under his right arm, wiggling his claws through the thin fabric. The radio demon slammed his arm down, trying hard to keep it together. He shook with contained laughter, his grin wide and wobbly, ears pinned back. He was doing quite well until Husk suddenly skittered his claws along the back of his neck.

He scrunched his nose up and broke, giggling hysterically, reflexively kicking a leg out, causing a bit of water to splash over the side. "Hey," Husk playfully scolded, "Keep it together down there, you know Niffty is gonna chastise you about that later." "My floor!"

Husk and Alastor jumped, the latter accidentally letting out more mic feedback, as both startled at the sudden sound of Niffty. Neither had seen or heard her enter the bathroom. She huffed, hands on her hips. "You boys. Always giving me more work." She shook her head, hopping up on a stool left by the tub so she could reach Alastor.

"I swear she appears whenever her name is mentioned, did you do that when you got her soul?" Husk whispered. Alastor shook his head, his eyes showing he was just as freaked out as Husk was.

Niffty ignored them, filling a cup with water. "Ears," was all the warning she gave before she dumped it over the deer's head, giving him a split second to fold his ears back to protect them from the water. Husk had to bite back a chuckle as Alastor's hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. He almost resembled a grumpy, wet dog. He reached up and pushed his hair from his eyes, looking slightly annoyed, but Husk knew he had all the patience in the world when it came to Niffty. She could get away with anything.

Even when she started to work in the shampoo, scritching behind his ears. Alastor visibly tensed up, his cheeks turning pink (something Husk had never seen him do). The cat grinned at him, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Your ears are ticklish too?" He chuckled.

As muffled, staticky snickers bubbled out of the overlord, Niffty just smiled. "Husk, dont tease him when you're worse." This shut him up quickly, Husk pinning his own ears back grumbling. Alastor would have laughed at him, had he not already been fighting it back so hard.

When Niffty started to gently scritch at the base of his ears, he started to crack more, giggling louder, yet it was clear he was trying to sit still for her. "Pff- Hmph.. M-Mhmhmhmhm- hahahaha nohoho!" His eyes flew open to glare at Husk, who had picked the rag up to start at the other side of his ribs now, under his left arm.

Alastor's ears were flicking from Niffty's tickling, as he gripped Husk's wrist, more just to have something to ground himself rather than to push him away.

Husk gently scrubbed lower down his side, earning higher giggles before Alastor gasped and flinched away. He hadn't been hurt, but Husk knew it more him trying to avoid getting hurt before it actually happened. The slash he had gotten from Adam was still healing. "Relax, Bucky, I'm not gonna hit it." Husk said.

"Don't call me Bu-hahahaha!" He had gotten cut off when Husk simply switched to his other side.

"Ears." Niffty warned before immediately pouring water over his head again. Alastor coughed a little before lifting his bangs again. "Careful, Niff, don't drown him." Husk chuckled, giving him a break to catch his breath.

As Niffty hopped down off the stool, Husk tossed the rag to Alastor for him to get his own legs, making a joke about how 'I know neither of us want me reaching down there.'

Husk took a seat on the stool as Niffty ran back in with a jar. "What's that?" Husk questioned. "Hoof polish!" She grinned. Alastor let a quiet growl escape his throat, though it was more out of embarrassment than anger, making the cat laugh a little. "As funny as that would be Niffty, I don't think we need it. I'm not pampering his spoiled ass more than I have to." She nodded and ran back out of the room.

"I couldn't help but notice," Husk started, "That you didn't try very hard to get away from the ticklin', especially around your ears." He smirked. Alastor just threw a soft glare his way and didnt confirm nor deny anything.

Once Alastor was done, Husk turned his head away and handed him a towel, before leaving the bathroom to leave him to it.

Alone once again, Alastor took a moment to take in just how much better he felt. Not only physically, but mentally. In the past, bathing would drain him of his energy, leaving him mentally exhausted. But this time he felt better than ever. He looked over at his newly mended suit, patched up by Niffty.

She didn't have to do that.. But she did. Because she looked up to Alastor and cared for him. And Husk didn't have to sit with him the entire time and help him. But he did. Because he saw him as a friend.

He got dressed and left the bathroom, meeting Husk again in his bedroom. Husk's ear flicked as he heard the door open, and he looked up at Alastor. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Alastor walked past him, quickly scritching behind the cat's ears as he passed, earning a loud snort as his hand was batted away. "Much." He smiled, and headed back out to the lobby.

It may not have been a verbal 'thank you,' but Husk had gotten the message anyway.

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phenphoenix · 6 months

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Her Redemption [At Morningstar Castle, Lilith, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Anthony, Niff, and Husker, along with a large group of demons, await in a large open area. Specifically, Vaggie is wearing a very modest, yet very fine, dress.] Alastor: approaches Vaggie Are you sure you want to go through with this, my dear? Vaggie: deep breath Yeah, I do. Charlotte: walks up to Vaggie Whatever happens… don't forget me. Vaggie: smiles Only if you don't forget me [Vaggie and Charlie smile as the portal to Heaven opens up and a large choir of angels descend, including both Adam, Lute and Emily. Both land in front of the demons as the rest of the angels remain overhead] Adam: ahem…Lils, you look good. Lilith: Dickbag. Adam: Yeah, I deserve that one. looks around Got a nice place. Lilith: Of course. Let's get this over with, shall we? Adam: Uh, yeah. clears throat before turning to Vaggie Hey, …Vaggie {j sound}, right? Vaggie: Vaggie {g sound}, sir. mutters how she was named that in some of her films Adam: Right, that's my B. clears throat As of recent events, Heaven was made aware of many, many… just a shit ton of mistakes.On top of the slaughter of sinners - turns to the angels which I was not consulted on, by the way! - *turns back to Vaggieyou got fucked up and left down here and, what, became a porn star? Fuck, man. Anyway, to help rectify mistakes, on top of other things *side-eyes Lilith* You're getting an express trip back to Heaven, and… uh, I dunno, a million Heaven bucks. How about that, huh? [The angels cheer, though quite a few are not that enthusiastic. Lute gives a nervous look while Emily glares] Adam: So, what do you say? Wanna get back into paradise? Vaggie: looks to her friends before turning back to Adam That is… an amazing offer, Adam sir. I just… I can only say one thing… pause before giving both middle fingers Fuck you. [Dead silence. Everyone just stares at what is effectively Vaggie spitting on a once in an eterinity deal. They all stare in silence]

Vaggie: I said "fuck you". overhears angels murmur Want me to say it for the kids at the back? I will, fuck you! Fuck you all for leaving me down here for three years, fuck you {Emily} for ripping my wings off like chicken legs, fuck y'all in general for this… fucking dress! tears her outfit in such a way that it looks far more scandalous causing many angels to look away and Charlie to drool a bit Much better… and fuck your idea of "paradise"; you sing the same shit every day, there's at least variety down here! I disobey one little order and you drop me like a sack of crap, these guys at least see me as a person. And they don't have to like me, so I know it's real when they say I'm their friend, As far as I care, you {Adam} can take that deal and shove it up her {Emily} ass, she clearly needs it. I'm gonna stay down here with people that I actually like. So fuck off so I can get to banging my literally hot as hell girlfriend! walks over and wraps her arm around Charlie, who squees quietly [The angels all stare in shock. Emily is seething] Emily: You insolent… little.. heretical-! gets stopped by Adam's axe Adam: I'm on point here. turns to Vaggie You got serious balls to say that… mad props. Emily, Lute, Vaggie, Charlotte, Alastor, Anthony, Lilith and all the angels, in order: What!? Vaggie: You… aren't mad? Adam: you went through shit, what's not to get? Plus it's clear you're doing fine down here, especialyl with my bois! points to Al and Anthony You do you, Vagesaurus. Offer's open when you want it, babe. [Everyone looks stunned as Adam takes to the skies] Vaggie: They have one of my movies in Heaven? Charlotte: Heaven has porn? [The angels follow Adam back to the Heaven portal] Emily: flies in front of Adam, stopping him Adam, what was that?! Adam: Lady made her choice. Argument is pretty valid. Emily: She insulted all of Heaven! Adam: And you took her eye. Seems fair to me. intense glare Right? [Emily looks to the angels watching this before standing down] Adam: turns to Charlie Treat her well, she deserves it. Charlotte: Oh, I plan to. Vaggie: blushes embarrassedly Charlie… [Adam pushes past Emily, continuing back to Heaven] Lute: Sit, is this a good idea? Adam: I'm sorry, did the fucking traitor say something? Lute: This is dangerous territory, leaving her down here with them. With… her. Adam: Didn't hurt the past 3 years. Besides, gotta admit it's hot as fuck. [The angels they into Heaven, leaving the demons staring where the portal once was. Charlie and Vaggie begin kissing] Anthony: …did that just happen?!

Usually I save your writings so I can answer them with comics or drawings- BUT BRO THIS IS TOO GOOD I GOTTA LET OTHERS SEE THE BRAINWORMS IMMEDETLY!

^ Total mad lad right here, fellas

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feathered-serpents · 3 months

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The Trouble with Soulmates Chapter 2 - First Scene Preview

Hey! I do feel bad about being slow getting the update out despite what I promised. My time management has not been great this summer, admittedly, but I am making good progress finally!

I wanted to share one last preview scene to hold you guys over until the release. This is the first scene (sans prologue) of the story, taking place IMMEDIATELY after the end of the first chapter. It's unbeta'd and subject to change so please keep that in mind! Otherwise, enjoy! ----

Husk hadn’t slept in Anthony’s room long. Really, he didn’t sleep at all after Anthony left, though he did try. When he realized he wouldn’t be sleeping, he decided he had to go. He wasn’t the type to lounge naked in someone else’s bedroom, no matter the circumstances that led him to lounging naked in someone else’s bedroom.

Now he stood, clothed, behind the bar counter, cleaning out two scotch glasses behind an empty counter like he would any other day. Only today, he hummed while he did it and maybe smiled in the right light.

Husk didn’t consider himself “good” at much.

There was bartending, but all you needed to be “good” at that was a half-decent memory and familiarity with your inventory. There was gambling, but “good” was never a word he used to describe him and gambling. He had an appetite for it, he was certainly skilled at it, but good? No. Not that.

But this thing he was doing…

Honestly, he didn’t know exactly what he was doing. He knew he’d gone from rolling his eyes at an actor to drinking with an Angel Dust, to liking someone called Angel, to starting a thing with someone named Anthony.

And he wanted to be good at it.

“You’re making noise,” said a needle-shaped voice from somewhere around his knees.

He looked down, and standing by his feet was Niffty, feather duster in hand, blinking up at him with her head tilted like a curious toy poodle.

“It botherin’ you?”

Niffty narrowed her eye, and brought her fingers to her chin with a long hmmm. She held the pose for a moment before she finally shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Let me know if that changes,” said Husk. He put the scotch glasses back in the cabinet, brims down, and grabbed this morning’s bottle of whiskey. “Don’t wanna be on your bad side today.”

He brought the whiskey to his lips, lazily letting it fill his mouth.

“Is it ‘cause you and Angel had sex?”

And spit it back out.

Niffty grinned sharply and climbed on top of the counter. She swapped her duster for a yellow rag Husk hadn’t seen on her and began to mop up the discarded whiskey drops.

Husk wiped off his mouth after coughing out the burn between his nose and throat. “You don’t gotta go around sayin’ that, Niff.”

“But you did!”

“Yeah, but-” a sudden shock of horror- “How do you know about that?”

“I chased a roach into a room and saw you guys in there.”

“You saw-” He growled. Pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “Y’know what? Nevermind. Just don’t go spreadin’ shit that ain’t no one else’s business.”

“Okay!”

Niffty crawled onto his shoulders to begin to dust the upper shelves while he went about his usual work, and it was not long after that Alastor appeared. As he always did when Niffty and Husk found themselves together on their own.

He sat on the leftmost barstool, leaning his cane against his leg and his chin on his clasped hands. Husk turned his back to him.

“And what are we discussing this fine morning?” he asked.

Niffty leapt off his shoulder and onto the bar in front of Alastor. “Angel and Husk had sex.”

Husk broke this morning's bottle of whiskey. Clenching it to bits in his fist.

“Oh-ho! Niffty! My dear, that was wholly too much information,” Alastor said with a polite pat on her head. “Still, I suppose that warrants congratulations, Husker.”

Husk allotted Alastor one sour look over his shoulder before beginning to clean up the glass shards now on the back counter. “Yeah.”

“I had hoped you would enjoy yourself here,” Alastor cheerfully continued. “I am glad to see you settle in after all this time.”

Husk dusted a few tiny shards off his palm. He may hate his body, but the pads it put there did keep him from getting cut. Maybe that’s why he thoughtlessly responds: “...thanks.”

He hears the way Alastor tilts his head.

“My, my, a sincere expression of gratitude! From you! Fornication can work wonders, it seems.”

Husk snarls. “You gotta fucking say it like that?”

“There he is.” Alastor stands, taking his cane in hand and twirling it. “Come, Niffty, I do believe we are beginning to irritate him.”

Husk catches them in the corner of his eye as they walk past him. Alastor’s grin grows larger, something that long stopped surprising Husk. He closes his eyes and nods at him in an exceptionally friendly way, with Niffty scuttering at his heels.

Husk chooses another bottle from the shelves, and the day trickles on.

Maybe he should get a phone.

He’d never considered it before, he and boredom were on good terms. He could slip into a nice stupor and wave hours and hours away in a half-conscious haze, and if someone wasn’t in front of him, he had no desire to speak to them. He also had no desire to speak to someone who was in front of him. He didn’t need a phone.

But as he hummed through the hours today, consciously, he kept finding himself thinking about Anthony. Not anything specific about him, just him. And if he had a phone, he wouldn’t have to wait the day away for him to come home and have their nightly talk, drink, and, as of last night, perhaps some new nightly activities.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t the best idea. Husk might not have kept up with technology, but he knew enough to know you can send photos with a phone, and while he hadn’t quite sussed out just how far apart Anthony and Angel were, he had a suspicion Anthony still wouldn’t be doing much talking. It was far more likely he’d just send Husk photos of himself. Nude. In obscene poses. All night. Then, spend the day sending him the ones he didn’t have time to send the night before.

…

Maybe he should get a phone.

“Husk!”

He snaps back into himself, turning around to see Charlie running down the main staircase. Vaggie walked behind her, casually, her hand on the railing as she walked down the steps above the first landing when Charlie had already landed on the lobby floor.

She ran—walked with purpose as she put it—up to the bar. As she got closer, Husk realized she was holding Anthony’s pig, its little ears flopping in time with her steps accompanied by giddy snorts.

“Is Angel back yet?” Charlie said as she reached the counter.

It’s already strange to hear others say that name like it’s his. Husk had only met Anthony yesterday, yet he felt like he knew him better than he would ever know Angel.

Still, he doesn’t correct her, just like he didn’t correct Niffty. Not his place.

“Nah, not yet.”

Charlie leaned down and was out of sight. When she stood back up, the pig was no longer in her arms. Husk heard the soft snuffling of a curious thing exploring the space around the bar. Her face had that furrowed brow between confusion and concern. She looked at the clock that sat by the bar wall, shook her head, and shrugged like she was telling herself to relax.

Then she smiled back at Husk.

“How’d it go?” she asked, hands on the bar, half rocking and half bouncing in place.

“Ask Niffty.”

“What?”

“It was good,” said Husk.

“Just good?”

Husk never much liked people prying into his business, especially since he wound up down here. But Charlie’s interest was so innocent and genuine as if she were giving him a gift. He couldn’t help but smile, well, make about three-quarters of a real smile.

“Real good.”

“C’mon, Husk,” said Charlie. A ragged exasperation on the O of the first word. “Give me something!”

Husk completed his smile. “I ain’t gotta tell you nothing.”

Vaggie finally reached them. She put a hand on her hip as she stood beside Charlie.

“She is the princess of Hell.”

“Sure is,” said Husk. “And I ain’t telling you shit, princess”

Vaggie looks at him knowingly, Charlie pouts falsely, and Husk chuckles genuinely.

Then, the front door opens.

The pig makes a sound.

And something is wrong.

Anthony walks in, and he looks fine. He’s standing at his full height; he’s walking steadily, but that’s the part that gives it away. He’s walking purposefully. Long determined strides, intent to get him from the door to the stairs as quickly as possible with as little notice as possible.

If that wouldn’t have told Husk something was wrong, the next detail would: He isn’t looking at anything—not at Husk, not at Charlie, not even at the floor. His eyes are fixed on a single point of nothing. His lips loose around his mouth, his upper arms crossed over his chest, while the other two simply hang.

And something is wrong.

Charlie doesn’t see it. As Anthony approaches, she says, “Angel! Husk said your date was ‘good,’ but that’s all he’ll tell me. I wanna know everything!”

Vaggie doesn’t see it. She says, “Maybe not everything-”

Anthony walks right past them.

Right past him.

That is when Husk moves.

He’s following him, which he shouldn’t do. He doesn’t do. He does it now. He follows Anthony to the base of the stairs, and he calls out after him, “What’d he do?”

Anthony is climbing the stairs without slowing or looking back. He mumbles, “Nothin’.”

Husk is worried for Anthony. Of course, he’s worried. Why else would he be trailing after him like a limping puppy? But that response stings, and before he feels the pain, he feels the anger.

“Ain’t we done with bullshit? I don’t like bullshit.”

Anthony turns around.

And Husk has made a mistake.

“So I only do what you like now?”

There’s light in his eyes again, but this kind of light is violent. It’s sunlight streaming through a bullet hole.

“What?”

“One night, and you start telling me what to fucking do?”

There’s a bite in Anthony’s voice that Husk has heard before but never felt before. When he’d heard it last, he’d been ready, armored. Armored and ready the way he was for everyone, every day, thoughtlessly. But, just as thoughtlessly, he’d become unarmored and unready around Anthony months ago, and so he feels it now. He feels the pointed tooth in every word.

“Antho-”

“Shut up!”

He’d rather been shot than hear Anthony speak to him like that.

“My name’s Angel Dust, got it? It ain’t- it ain’t that.”

And Husk understands.

He understands what he looks like. He looks like an ugly old man chasing after a beautiful younger man who has told him no. He sees it in his mind's eye as clearly as if he were standing outside his body, judging it.

He goes numb.

“…yeah,” he says. “Got it. Have a good night, Angel Dust.”

He turns around.

He hears Antho- Angel Dust run away from him. Heavy heels on hard stairs. Husk is nearly thrown over when his pig darts past him, following Angel Dust away. Husk does not look back to see them disappear.

He walks back to the bar, heavily, his wings and tail dragging. He knows the feathers there are picking up clumps of dust and dirt on the carpet like fine-toothed combs, but there is nothing in him that could lift them.

“You said it went well…” Charlie says as Husk takes his place behind the bar.

“Guess not.”

Husk’s heart wasn’t broken. He was too old for that. Too old, too bitter, too dead for heartbreak.

“Husk-”

Husk chooses a bottle from the shelf. Thick, reddish brown, truly Hellborn stuff that would stop the heart of someone topside after one shot.

“Husk, please don’t-”

He pops the cork.

“Go on. I don’t need no shoulder to cry on.”

He downs half the bottle in one swallow.

“I’m sure he just-”

“Get the fuck away from me!”

He smashes the bottle on the counter.

It’s an impossibly loud moment, but he still hears Charlie’s gasping scream as Vaggie pulls her into her chest. Arms wrapped around her, shielding her from the bullets of liquor and glass. She’d done it as quickly as the bottle broke. She looked at Husk with an eye wide with anger and disgust.

He steps back.

Charlie looks at him from the gaps in Vaggie’s arms. Her eyes terrified. Husk wished he were younger and dumber and couldn’t tell the kind of terror in Charlie’s eyes was not the terror of someone afraid of him.

He needed no sympathy.

Wordlessly. Methodically. He reached for the bar rag on his shoulder and began to mop and sweep the counter clean. Vaggie and Charlie shuffled away, eyes on him until they were out of sight.

He stayed there alone. Far into the night. Cleaning and sorting glasses without making a sound.

#Hazbin Hotel #Huskerdust #Hazbin #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel

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siriuslyshouldislytherin · 1 year

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Two Halves of a Whole

(Part 1)

Pairing: Sirius Black × Potter!reader

Summary : Y/N Euphemia Potter is the younger child to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. James introduces Y/N to his gang on the very first day of her school. As years pass , Sirius Black , James' best mate starts falling hard for his best mate's sister. Will she feel the same or will it be a one-sided love story ? Read more to find out.

A/N: PS: I am gonna publish this in 10 or so parts spanning over the 7 years of their Hogwarts education. I will post the link to the next part in this part when I publish it. So do check it out.

Warning : mostly fluff , James being protective , and a little angst between James and Sirius , Remus being a brotherly figure to the reader.

Navigation / Part 1 / Part 2

The Potters'

The name was embedded in red and gold on the wooden plate which was hung on the front door of the house.

Inside , lived two children , James and Y/N with their parents , Fleamont and Euphemia.

Fleamont and Euphemia were proud parents to both their kids. James being the elder one of the two , Y/N being the younger one.

Fleamont and Euphemia were way more protective towards Y/N as she was a premature baby and fragile at birth. She had been in the New-born care unit in St. Mungo's for a total of two months before her mother and father had brought her home. Back then , Euphemia had cried onto Fleamont's shoulder everytime she saw her little one in a little glass box , her body inserted with tubes.

Once , James had seen this and since that very moment , he had made a mental note to himself , always protecting his sister and being her guardian angel.

"Mum ! Dad ! Jamie ! Where are you all ?" She asked around the house.

Upon no response , she entered the living room only to get startled by the sudden burst of confetti on her.

"Happy birthday Niff !" James ruffled her hair and brought her into a bear hug.

"Happiest birthday , Little one !" Her mother and father wished her at the same time.

She freed herself from James and thanked him as she went to her parents to give them their fair share of hugs.

"Thanks mum ! Thanks dad !" She exclaimed.

Fleamont and Euphemia started peppering kisses all over her face as she giggled.

~time skip~

"Niff , you have to walk straight through the barrier and you will find yourself on the platform. Look at me and James , how we do it , then you can follow us with your mother. Alright ?"

"Yes dad. " She looked at her mother who , in turn , gestured her to look at her brother and father.

Y/N walked through the barrier with her mother as she stood on the Platform 9¾ with her trunk in the trolley and her owl Ozwald hooting happily in the cage.

Her head snapped at the voice of the sound of a trunk getting loaded onto the train , when she saw James and Fleamont load James' trunk onto the train.

She picked her trunk and started walking towards the train , trying to not fall flat on her face. Her mother wasn't very happy with Y/N dragging her trunk on her own because apparently , according to Euphemia , 'The Trunk is too big for Y/N. '

"Let us help you , dear. " Fleamont requested her as James scuttled over the the other side , to help her.

"I can - help myself - dad !" She dropped her trunk onto the train and heaved a sigh of relief.

Y/N heard the train horn as other students gradually boarded the train.

"Now come and give your old mum-dad a hug !" James and Y/N ran towards their parents as she said ," you aren't old mum-dad. "

Fleamont and Euphemia both took Y/N to the side as they crouched down to her eye level.

"Mum ! Dad ! Don't cry now. Else I will cry and then Jamie will never let me live through it !"

"My baby is finally going to Hogwarts !" Euphemie wiped away her tears.

Y/N gave both of them a kiss on their cheeks and went off towards the train.

Euphemia and Fleamont turned to James.

"James , take care of your sister. Never leave her alone and most importantly write to us twice a week. "

"Don't you worry , mum and dad. I will always be there for her. " James smiled at them as both of them hugged the boy and he ran towards the train.

"Niff , stick to me. No loitering around. "

"Why ?" She whined.

"Because I say so. "

"But you are going to find your friends and have fun with them. So let me find kids of my age. "

"I am going to include you in all the fun I do. Besides my friends are gonna be just an year elder than you. So do as I say. "

James pulled his trunk down the corridor and entered the 2nd compartment.

Y/N followed him as she saw her brother and 3 other boys hugging each other.

"Come in , Niff ! These are my friends. Remus Lupin , Peter Pettigrew and -"

"Sirius Black. " A boy with jet black hair stretched his hand forward for Y/N to shake but James glared at him , causing him to pull his hand back.

"I am -"

"Y/N Euphemia Potter. " The three boys spoke together.

"You know about me ?"

"Ofcourse. We know everything about you. That - that how - dear -"

"How much of a pain you are - for me to handle !" James said just to tease her.

"Jamie !"

"Oh no ! Absolutely not ! He loves you so much that he can write a bloody Encyclopedia on you." Sirius said.

"Can you really turn a matchstick into a needle ?"

"Oh yes I can. " Remus said to her as her jaw dropped literally on the floor.

"Can you perhaps show me how to do it ?"

"Yeah sure !" Remus pulled out a matchstick out of his pocket as he did a fair bit of wand work and turned it into a needle.

"Jamie !! Did you see it ?"

"Calm Niff. It is about few months that you can do it too. "

She looked at the four of them with a very excited expression , her and Sirius's gaze lingering for a bit longer.

As she wanted to do it on her own , she insisted Remus to teach her.

"No ! It doesnt work for me !" She whined.

"You're doing it a bit more aggressively , Niff !" Remus said.

"What did you say , Lupin ?" James said turning at Remus.

"What ?" Remus deadpanned.

"Only I get to call her Niff !"

"Stop entering your overprotective brother mode , Jamie !"

They quarelled for a few more minutes as Sirius looked at her with a grin on his face. Peter noticed that and said ," Stop smiling Sirius. They're fighting. "

Sirius snapped out of his trance as he looked between both of them and said ,"I wasnt smiling , Peter. "

~time skip~

"James , I think it is about time you should change into school uniform. "

"There still is half an hour. " James said.

"James , mate she is right. Even I have changed. "

James thought about it for a moment before standing up ," if you say so. " He fetched his clothes and headed out of the door.

"This is not going to end well. Think about it again. "

"Remus , don't be a spoilsport. This is just a prank. " Sirius spoke.

The prank they were going to play was a silly little one - as per Sirius and Y/N. Sirius was going to have his arm around Y/N's shoulder and mutter something in her ear as she was supposed to giggle and look at him.

"Sorry mate , got late -" James stood shaken as he saw Sirius and Y/N sitting in such close proximity , his arm flung over Y/N's shoulder as she giggled looking at him.

James took two steps towards Sirius and grabbed him by the collar.

"I-told-you-not-to-go-near-her -"

"Stop it , James ! Leave him and first look at your sister. "

James turned around as soon as he heard Remus only to find Y/N standing between Remus and Petter and hyperventilating due to crying.

"Niff ! Don't cry. I am here and I am not angry on you ! " He stepped towards her as her figure grew smaller , holding onto Remus out of fear.

"James , sit down. Sirius , you too - Y/N sit and have this. " She looked up , at him and accepted the piece of chocolate he gave her.

Y/N looked at Sirius and mouthed him a 'I'm sorry' and he returned it with an assuring nod , mouthing her 'are you okay ?'. She in-turn mouthed him a Yes.

When the train came to a halt on the Hogmeade station , their trunks unloaded , James turned to her and said ," I'm sorry , Niff. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. But you know how I am when it comes to you. I'm so so so sorry. "

"It's okay , Jamie. Talk to Sirius. Okay ?"

She gave him a smile and followed Hagrid as she was waiting for the Hogwarts doors to open for her , waiting for a whole new world which was filled with fun , excitement and ofcourse - studies.

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The banners and dividers aren't mine. The credits go to @cafekitsune. Thanks a lot for these banners. They helped me a lot.

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#harry potter #sirius orion black #james potter #potter family #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #sirius×potter!reader #siriusblack×potter!reader

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alice-after-dark · 3 months

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The Red King and the Unicorn - Homecoming

Heavily inspired by The Last Unicorn, Howl's Moving Castle, and Beauty and the Beast.

Guys wake up, @hiemaldesirae dropped epic art and I got hella inspired to write more for this AU

Vox doesn't remember falling asleep. He doesn't remember leaving the carnival and he definitely doesn't remember arriving at this lovely little house.

His sits up slowly. The room is nice and well furnished and there is a neatly folded pile of clothing resting on the end of the bed. Vox has never been human before, but the clothes are easy enough to figure out...with a little bit of trial and error.

He grips the railing to the stairs as he makes his way down. It's bad enough that he's never walked upright on two legs before, but it's only made worse by how atrophied - how weak - his body has become from being confined to that small cage for so many years. It feels inevitable when he loses his balance and starts to fall. An arm closes around his waist.

"Easy there, kid."

The manticore helps him to a seat at the table. The downstairs is simply one large room with the kitchen, dining area, and sitting room all set to different corners. It feels...cozy. The cat creature is lighting a fire on the stove and sets about grabbing food from the icebox.

"Bacon and eggs sound good to you? I don't really know what you guys eat."

"What's bacon?"

"Meat."

"Oh. That's fine. Thank you."

The manticore blinks. "So you guys really are carnivors. Thought that was just a rumor."

Vox shrugs. "Some are, some aren't. We don't need it to survive, if that's what you mean."

"Huh. Good to know."

The cat - Husk!, Vox remembers. His name is Husk! - grabs a cast iron pan and soon the house is filled with the wonderful smell of cooking food. Husk hums to himself as he cooks and Vox lets his gaze wander around the room. There's a small side door just off the kitchen and what he assumes is the front door is situated closer to the sitting room. Outside, he can hear the bustling of life. They must be in a town.

Husk opens the side door. "Hey, Niff! Give the laundry a break and come eat before it gets cold!"

He holds the door open as a young goblin girl bounces into the room, scrambling into a seat at the table with several books stacked on it. Her single eye locks onto Vox.

"Ooh! The pretty horse is awake!"

Vox blushes. "Mm not a horse..." he mumbles.

"Be gentle with the guy, Niff," Husk says, placing a plate of the promised food in front of the tiny woman. "He's had a rough time of it."

If Niffty hears him, she doesn't show it, already tearing into her eggs with gusto. Husk shakes his head but he's smiling and he puts another plate before Vox. The unicorn mumbles a soft "thank you" and the manticore returns to the stove to finish plating his own food.

When Husk covers a fourth plate and sets it aside, Niffty stops eating to frown. "Is Alastor not joining us?" she asks. She glances forlornly at the empty seat at the head of the table.

Husk shakes his head as he joins them. "Nah, sorry, Niff. The boss is out running some errands. Said he'd be back before noon though and he promised he'd cook dinner cause he knew you'd be disappointed."

The woman instantly brightens. "Yay! It's been a while since he cooked!"

Husk only nods in agreement.

Vox stares at them. To hear these two address the Red King so casually...it feels surreal. He'd been expected to join them for breakfast and now apparently he'd be cooking for them, specifically to appease the little one. It's too strange and too removed from everything Vox knows of the Red King to make any sense.

"Everything good, kid? You're looking a little lost."

Vox jolts back to attention, noting both Husk and Niffty staring at him. He flusters.

"I-fine, I'm fine." He tries to grab the pronged thing next to his plate like the other two are doing, but his grip falters and it clatters back to the table.

"Oh!"

Niffty leans across the table, her tiny hands curling his fingers around the piece of metal. "There you go!" She sits back in her own seat and shows him how to use the edge to cut into his eggs. Husk seems to have predicted his struggle as Vox notes his bacon is already cut up into smaller bites. Considering how awkward his handling of the (fork, Niffty calls it) is, it's probably best he not use a knife just yet.

Unfortunately, Vox knows all too well what those are. He resists the urge to touch the scar over his left eye as it tingles with phantom pain and remembrance. He distracts himself with his food instead.

Husk is a very good cook and once they've cleared their plates, Niffty returns to the laundry while Vox helps Husk with the dishes. When the last of them have been dried and put away, the manticore helps him to one of the couches in the sitting room before wandering away to tend to something else. Curiosity overtakes him and Vox pushes the curtain aside to stare out the window.

The streets are alive with people and carriages and chatter. Vox has never been in a town properly before. He's hung on the outskirts, watched them from afar, but he's never entered one. It was too dangerous...not that it mattered in the end.

The front door opens suddenly and Vox starts as the Red King sweeps inside, trails of shadows around his legs. He looks different again, more human than he had on the night Vox was rescued, but still distinctly...not. Confusion hits him. From his vantage point by the window, he has full view of the door. How had the Red King approached without Vox seeing him?

His thoughts are interrupted.

"Ah! You're awake!" The Red King taps the end of his staff against the floor. "Lovely! You gave us all quite the fright when you fainted like that!"

Vox remembers now. The rush of dark power. The swirling shadows. The unforgiving pressure coming at him from every angle. The Red King had used his magic to move them and Vox had fainted during the travel.

"My apologies," the abyssal being continues. "I should have expected you to be vulnerable to such things, given your captivity. No matter. We'll build up your resistance yet."

He crosses the room and takes the covered plate from the counter before settling into the one chair that had remained empty during their meal. He uncovers the food, still steaming and piping hot as though freshly pulled from the pan, and tucks in. Husk enters not long after and the two strike up a conversation as to the details of the Red King's outing. It's...startlingly domestic and Vox finds himself even futher confused. And one question plagues him more than anything.

Why am I here?

#the red king and the unicorn au #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #radiostatic #alice rambles #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au

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darkhymns-fic · 7 months

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Poor Reception

Husk is forcefully brought to the radio tower, where he finds Alastor injured after the battle. He's weak. He's vulnerable.

What better opportunity to finally be free of the Radio Demon's chains than right now?

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Alastor/Husk Rating: M Word Count: 4531 Mirror: AO3 Notes: I wrote more for this ship? I'm unwell for them. Once again, a note that this fic contains depictions of unhealthy relationship dynamics, past abuse, and violence. More tags are on the AO3 mirror.

The thing was, Husk was still bleeding when Alastor called for him. So, he didn’t appreciate the urgency.

The cuts over his arms and his right cheek stung, not to mention both of his wings were aching badly. One of the angels from the battle had grabbed at them, seeming particularly pissed off that he even had wings in the first place. (Not like it was his choice to begin with). It had at least been satisfying blowing its face with his newly upgraded dice, even if a few of his feathers had been ripped up, and his clothes were now splattered with the gold that flowed from the angel’s severed neck.

Well, not like anyone got out of a fight that was worth fighting for unscathed.

The hotel still needed to be rebuilt, for it was nothing but rubble. Support beams stuck out of the ground, and all those fancy chandeliers from the lobby had shattered all over, glass shards mixing with stone and wood. Husk was careful, even if his wings were basically out of commission now. He picked up broken furniture and the remains of his bar, watching as the alcohol had already seeped into the dirt. In a more desperate time in his life, he might have tried saving some of his booze as best he could, but it was easy to shrug it off now, to shoot a smirk at Angel Dust when the guy made dirty jokes as they worked, and to even give Charlie a reassuring smile as she helped him out. He dared to think it was all going to be okay.

Husk didn’t notice the shadows gathering when he turned a corner, too focused on the cleanup.

He didn’t notice how they formed under his feet like a dark whirlpool, and only the sense of dread that ran along his fur even gave him a hint to what was happening. Too slow, for the long tendrils he recognized had reached up, curling around his legs, grabbing at his wrists—all to pull him straight down.

The last thing he saw was Niffty, the little demon still carrying around her golden bloodied knife like a trophy, stabbing at skittering bugs she kept unearthing. She turned, hearing him choke, her giant eye reflecting the blackness that was their boss’ shadow magic.

“Niff!” was all he could get out. A hand, taloned and strong, clamped over his mouth, muffling his screams.

Niffty simply blinked. He saw his own terrified face in her gaze. Then, she smiled, jumping up and down maniacally. “Ooo, I want a turn too! Let me go next!”

Suddenly, he was struck blind.

These were one of those times he thought he was going through a second death. The complete darkness. The silence. The immovability. His arms and legs stayed locked in place, but he could feel the pain of his wounds that hadn’t fully healed, all while a hand kept his mouth shut like an iron muzzle. It was hard to tell if his eyes were open or closed, for there was only the dark, pulling him through hidden places that he might never return from.

It was endless. It was impossible to deal with. Husk had no other choice to even do anything else. The shadows wouldn’t let him go, wouldn’t even let him scream, no matter how much his teeth felt like they were going to crack from the strain.

This was it. He was truly dead, and it was far worse than anything else Hell had to offer.

And then he was spat out of the ground like garbage.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Husk coughed and gagged, grabbing at his side as fresh wounds reopened. Somehow, swearing in the name of the Lord still hadn’t set him on fire, like he’d expected to the first time he did so. He was too nauseous to keep in mind the list of acceptable curses, already vomiting up some of the pancakes the king of Hell had made them all just a bit earlier. All his earlier cuts went back to stinging like a bitch again.

To the right, he saw a cackling shadow on the far wall, its antlers taking crooked shapes like the branches of a rotten tree.

“You gotta be joking me… I told you I hate going through that shit!” Husk wiped his chin with the back of his hand, grumbling all the while. It took all his effort just to slowly pull himself to a sitting position, balancing his shivering body on his knees. “If you want me somewhere, just use the phone! Or send a goddamn telegram or whatever. Not this nightmare express!”

The shadow of Alastor continued to laugh silently, its smile stretching and making gaps in its mockery of a face. It even gave Husk a little wave before going back to laughter, bending its back in painful contortions.

Husk grimaced, hating what he now knew: that Alastor was indeed still alive. Fantastic. Couldn’t have even stayed in bliss for one day that maybe, somehow, he might finally be free. He was such an idiot.

His eyes were still getting adjusted after being engulfed in shadow for who knows how long. It was only then he realized the lighting wasn’t normal—at least as normal as it got in Hell. Blaring red light coated the entire floor and walls, but it flickered, occasionally making his boss’ shadow disappear and reappear like a magic act. Husk directed his gaze to the ceiling, finding several broken fluorescent lights, the ‘On Air’ neon sign having two letters working at most.

Husk felt the cold metal beneath his feet, finally noticed the shattered windows around him, and the cramped space. Yeah, he’d been here plenty of times. The same radio tower his boss would materialize wherever he fucking felt like it. But along with the hotel, it had also collapsed. The tilt of the floor was already giving him a headache.

The shadow moved suddenly, stretching bigger and bigger until it reached the length of the floor. Husk scrambled away from letting it touch him a second time. “Ugh, what do you want now?”

He kept his eyes on the shadow, but it didn’t reach for him this time. Instead, it slid towards the front of the broken radio tower, where the console had been broken in half, the dials and buttons having fallen off.

He only then noticed Alastor’s body leaning against its side, legs stretched out on the floor. His own shadow finally melded with him.

Husk froze. He didn’t know what to do or think. He worried if taking another breath would break the image right in front of him.

There was blood pooling around Alastor, staining the floor.

The lights kept flickering, reflecting off steel-toed shoes, the frayed jacket that still hung around the Radio Demon’s shoulders, and the broken mic cane where each half was clutched in a separate hand.

Husk waited a long beat before he finally decided to try standing.

Easier said than done. His body still hurt from where the shadows had grabbed him, including his jaw and teeth. But he tried to get himself to one foot, watching the blood from his cuts drip down his arm, reaching his knuckles.

Eventually, he stood. His own shadow from the red light stretched out to Alastor, falling over both his boss’ face and torso. Even in the dimness, he could see the long gash across the chest, ruining the button-down he always wore. But that same chest also rose and fell, slightly. The red light around them pulsed like a struggling heartbeat.

“You’re a complete fucking mess,” Husk muttered.

The room was quiet except for the constant electric buzzing, but Alastor didn’t respond. Maybe he was truly knocked out, otherwise Husk would have felt his neck tighten, brought back down to the floor as another threat to his soul loomed over him. But there was nothing, just Alastor sitting there, broken.

And healing, Husk realized. He was healing very, very slowly.

It was a mistake, but he took a few steps forward, avoiding contact with the broken glass. No other nightmare shadows played around in his vision, nothing but his own, which slowly engulfed Alastor until all that red darkened. He saw the demon’s eyes were closed, his head lowered to his chest, still clutching so tightly to the broken mic.

What was he even doing right now? Why did his throat dry up and his hands shake so? Especially if his boss was barely breathing—

Alastor raised his head. The sound of sparks was faint, but there. Eyes lit up in their familiar electric crimson.

“Husker…” He said the name as if dragging teeth across flesh. “Such a… s-surprise to see you…!”

A stutter. Husk wasn’t sure if he had ever heard Alastor stumble over a word in his life (or death). What radio host worth his salt would make such a rookie mistake as to stutter?

Alastor’s grin was tight, resembling more of a grimace. Maybe he realized, too.

Husk let his eyes examine Alastor again, from the fresh blood still blooming over his chest, to the jagged ends of his broken mic. The head of it crackled, picking up only noise and static. No hint of distant voices or music—no hint of those usual screams Husk would sometimes catch through the walls as he slept.

“Adam got ya, huh?” He took another step, even if the feeling of terror didn’t exactly pass. But he never claimed to be a smart man.

There was a sharp glint in Alastor’s eyes—a furious spark of electricity. It passed instantly, Alastor keeping up his smile despite his radio act going off the rails.

“Now, don’t… don’t be spreading some false rumors. I just… appear to be having some technical difficulties… Please stand by, I need… Please stand by…”

The tone in Alastor’s voice was unnerving. His boss was usually on top of his game, but this was something else. In all their time together in Hell, he had never seen his boss so beaten in both body and pride.

Husk clenched his hands, claws furling and unfurling rhythmically. “So, did you bring me here to help you out? Keep you company?” He held out his hands in abject confusion, because it wasn’t like he was good at either of those things. “What’s the deal?”

He expected some inane nonsense from Alastor, even if the situation wasn’t the usual. But the other was still holding tight to the broken mic, still smiling as if it was the last thing he could do to keep up the routine.

But there was a flicker along his expression, an interruption over the airwaves. “Bring you… Is that right?” He shook his head minimally, still laying most of his weight on the radio console.

Husk felt his fur rise on their hackles. “Is this another stupid fucking bit of yours? I didn’t come looking for you. You’re the one who summoned me here with your shadow shit just now!”

Alastor chuckled, but there was a curious twitch in his right eye. It made the static rise higher, sputtering in pieces. “Husker, you and…your poor attempt at humor. I didn’t…ask for you…”

His head started to throb. He could still barely forget the claustrophobic feeling of being dragged into darkness, hardly able to breathe or even know if he fully existed anymore. It hadn’t been the first time Alastor had done it to him either, but now after he did it again, he didn’t even remember?

Was tormenting Husk just fucking instinct to him?

Alastor was now muttering, which was a whole new realm of lunacy Husk didn’t want to understand. “Just experiencing—” Loud static that could wriggle its way into eardrums. “Experiencing technical difficulties. Please—” More static, like an ocean wave that was steadily growing bigger with each passing moment. “Please stand by…”

The mic kept glowing then dimming, bright and then dark. It reminded Husk of some sort of lighthouse, one that only illuminated red, making it that much harder to see and find the rocks just below.

He didn’t see his boss’ strange shadows anymore. But it must have slept within him, using the very last of his strength to keep Alastor intact. But then why was he even brought here? Just to sit and watch?

Alastor was still deeply wounded. The guy could barely even look at him, his words coated in awful static, as if the dial was stuck on an AM station. Husk lowered his ears, hating every second.

He didn’t have to keep listening to this.

Husk reached into his pants pocket, wondering if he’d be lucky enough. He felt the familiar edge of the card and pulled it out. One from his old deck that he had been allowed to keep, despite it all. Except now, it was coated in the same silver lining that the angel’s weapons had, courtesy of Carmilla Carmine.

He’d already used the rest on the angels, their numbers so great, it ate through his entire deck except for one. The constant blinking of the red light revealed it to be the Joker card. He didn’t want to think too hard on that meaning.

But, he could kill Alastor right now. It would be so easy.

He took another few steps, quietly, and he’d have to thank the stupid form his body took in Hell for that. His feet barely made a sound over the metal floors, and soon he was standing over Alastor, the shadow of his wings covering both his boss and the radio console.

Alastor’s breathing was hollow, blending with the static. The shaking in Husk’s limbs finally seemed to subside, seeing none of the magic coming to Alastor’s fingertips. No sight of roving shadows or poisonous green. Even the antlers on his head remained small and unassuming.

Just aim the card at his neck. Then it’ll be over.

Husk didn’t understand his own hesitance, barely giving any second thoughts to the angels from before. He’d ruptured several torsos and blown up some heads. Alastor was just another body to get through—and the wound he suffered from Adam showed he wasn’t invincible. He could die, just as much as the rest of them.

He had to hurry it up.

But maybe Husk was breathing too loudly, or his feet did make a sound, probably finding a weakness in the metal to make it creak. Because Alastor picked up his head again, aiming his bright red eyes at Husk. The static increased, loudly. Desperately.

The light roved from Husk’s face to his hand. Blood was leaking through his boss’ smile, staining his shirt even more.

“Well, now…” he started to say, the dial turning to find a stable wave. But the static never left. “Just… what… are you even trying to do?”

Husk said nothing. He stared down at the man who had spoken of ripping apart his soul like it was nothing at all. He gripped the card more firmly between his fingers.

“You… do you think…” And then Alastor lost a bit more composure, a cough leaving his damaged throat. The static jumped, the electric shock of it making Husk wince. “That you have the actual gall to—”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion.” He’d had enough. Husk took another step, feeling the sharpness of the card against his skin. “I’m cutting out of our deal, whether you like it or not.”

He didn’t know what reaction to expect from Alastor—the man had several screws loose, ready to turn from charming to outright psychotic at the drop of a hat—but even Husk was surprised at the sudden laughter that tumbled from his mouth. It wasn’t any of his favorite audience tracks he loved playing, such as after he’d taken care of another Overlord, the screams and applause overlayed. It was his own, and it would then garble and crescendo in unsettling waves, even as his eyes fixated on the card Husk was holding.

“Such big words…” Another cough, the blood now dripping down his chin. “From a drunken has-been who had to come to me—”

Husk had always been a gambling man, and much of his gambles had always bit him right in the ass, his current situation very much a point to that. But after everything he’d gone through, after all the bloodshed and the humiliation of that leash around his neck all hours of the day, Husk took the gamble and stepped past the invisible line that was Alastor’s boundaries.

Not like the man had ever respected his own.

His free hand grabbed at a thin neck, his knee placed against the still bleeding chest, knowing it would hurt Alastor. Hoping it would. And from the flickering of Alastor’s eyes, along with the constant static, it really must have stung. Badly.

No shadows reached out to grab him. No chains. Alastor was too weak. Whatever shadow magic he’d used from before had been the very last of his strength.

“I’m not that drunk to not be able to saw your neck off with this.” Husk held the card high, its edge serrated, made to cut through flesh easily—one of the few things he was able to retain since his own Overlord days. “I can make it a quick, clean cut or slow enough for you to feel every muscle snapping. Your fucking choice.”

But even with the threat of a second death once again, still healing from his other wounds, Alastor kept his grin. It widened, the blood flowing more freely.

Something about it was more deranged than before.

Husk tried not to let the age-old terror seep in, the kind of terror he had never been able to drink away. Alastor couldn’t do anything to him. It was different now. He had the upper hand. His fingers pressed against the other’s neck, feeling the man swallow.

“Well?!” Husk barked, leaning forward, putting all his weight on his knee, hoping it would crack more bones, burst more vessels. “What do you have to say?!”

Alastor opened his mouth. The blood kept flowing from an abyss that was endless. An abyss that swallowed all sound and was constricting.

“Husker…” Alastor lingered over the little pet name he had given Husk all those years ago. He held it between his teeth, slid his tongue over the letters like they were irresistible. “Are you having stage fright?”

The claws, still clutching that throat, twitched. The bastard. Even on the verge of death, he still had to find a way to mess with him.

Maybe it was to prove it to himself, but he let his claws pierce through the flesh just so, watching as Alastor’s eyes fizzled and sputtered. Anything to make it hurt more. “You losing your memory? I was more on the stage then you ever were.”

Alastor’s shoulders hunched up. He leaned forward, pressing into that knee despite what must have been unbearable pain. But no, this guy had always liked pain, didn’t he?

“You always make excuses.” No shadows came out of him, but it didn’t stop Alastor’s face from transforming into an abomination, one barely seen in the dark. “Don’t keep your audience waiting…!”

The blood from Alastor’s mouth fell on Husk’s hand. Wet, hot, and burning. Husk froze. He stared back into the red, the light of it piercing right into his skull.

He didn’t understand what was happening. This should have been easy. With how often Alastor had demeaned him, had humiliated him, had broken his very bones for his slip-ups, torn up his wings for amusement, and would yank at his chain so hard he thought his own neck would snap from the strain—

Slicing the demon’s neck was a mercy out of everything.

Suddenly, all those awful memories came flowing back to him. He had learned to shut them away with drink, and gambling, and any other vices that fell into his lap. If he’d heard the screams from the tower through his walls, he’d just pull the blankets over his head. If Alastor gripped his chin during a conversation, to “Ensure you’re paying attention, my dear friend,” Husk would just roll with it if he felt a certain tension in those fingers. There were times he could push Alastor away, or shout back, but the demon was unpredictable, and the way the dice rolled lately had not been in his favor.

Except now. Except right fucking now. He didn’t have to remember the pain, or the threat of death hanging over his head, or the sick ways Alastor would invade his boundaries. He could tear this man beneath him apart with just his teeth and claws alone, before finally rupturing his heart with the power of angels bent on revenge. He could eat his flesh and feast on his intestines and see how Alastor liked to be on the other side for once—!

All the noise in his mind was so much, hypnotized by that red, by visions of blood and gore and viscera, that he didn’t notice the hands gripping his wrist. They had let go of the broken mic, pressed their talons into his fur.

Then there was the weight on his neck, the links entwined around Alastor’s fingers. They clinked together delicately, almost gently.

It was enough to terrify Husk out of his mind.

And the way the chain pulled him in, as it always did, to fall into that abyss where the smell of rotten meat came from. The way a hand reached up to grip at his cheek, drawing him further down into that same darkness where he can’t scream—

Stop. STOP.

Husk leaped back, his wings outstretched to lift him away from Alastor. Somehow, miraculously, the chain dissipated, like a fog. He stumbled once he landed, gripping onto the card that was still clean of any blood. His wings instinctively furled around his body, trying to forget the hands on him and how their touch skittered across his fur, leaving him confused and horrified at himself.

From such violent thoughts of bloodshed that only Alastor would revel at, to wanting to sink against him.

The red lights of the radio tower continued to flicker. There was a monotonous drone, one that wriggled inside Husk’s skull like a maggot, searching for his soul. He just barely lifted his eyes to see it come from that broken mic, the one that Alastor had gone back to holding tight.

Or had he ever let go? Had Husk just been hallucinating the entire thing? Yet another look at Alastor, at the eyes that bore right through his, made him want to shudder. His wings furled tighter around himself, but he already felt so exposed, right down to his very ribs.

“What did you do to me?” he finally asked, barely able to go past a whisper.

In the background, he thought he could hear soft music play—a piano ballad, one that was played in those old swing clubs from a time he could barely remember, along with a woman’s singing voice. It would then drown in that static, overwhelmed, but it was getting stronger. Alastor was slowly coming to himself.

And the demon laughed again, the filter over his voice lessening just enough for Husk to not mistake his words. “Nothing that you didn’t want for yourself.”

Husk remembered the bloodlust, the texture of Alastor’s skin against his hands, and he wanted to vomit once more.

He didn’t, swallowing any bile as he scrambled back, not caring when he touched broken glass. “Shut up! I can’t even do this now?! I…” His throat was tight. “You’ve ruined everything for me.”

Alastor let his tongue seep out, like a black leech that had found its way to land, before retreating to the dark. “No, I only came to pick up the pieces.” The chuckle reverberated out of him, deep. “Such a naughty liar you are.”

Husk’s claws pierced the floor. The sensation was awful. Any euphoria he felt before from fighting off the angels, from the smiles of his friends, from the very thought that just for once he would finally find freedom—gone.

Alastor wasn’t near him, but he remembered the feeling of his hand on his face, the stroke of fingers through the fur, (the vice-like grip over his mouth to keep him screaming) all as the leash kept pulling him and his will along with it.

“Oh, sweet Husker. You can’t kill what you love.” Said so easily, with such glee that it made Husk’s vision spin. Even so, Alastor’s face stayed imprinted in his memory forever. “But don’t worry. This’ll be our little secret, and don’t we already share so many by now?”

Husk glared at the Radio Demon, but he did so like a cornered animal, hiding behind a worthless shield, remembering the taste of blood on his tongue.

“No one has to know a thing,” Alastor continued. The static wrapped around them both, dripping with mercury. “Let’s make all our new friends so proud.”

Another deal, verbally made within the shattered tower. No one else needed to know of Alastor’s temporary weakness here, his close brush with second death, the loss of control he had, if only for a moment. And no one needed to know Husk’s true nature.

Secrets that would bind them together, strangling, choking, until the very end.

Husk felt a sharp sting on his right palm. He looked at the card he kept holding, at how he cut himself across the heart pattern over his fur. The front of the card was stained.

He gritted his teeth, felt tears prick at his eyes. He quickly put the card away in his pocket.

“Just hurry and fix yourself up,” he muttered as he got to his feet. His wings still stayed around him, gripping onto them like a tattered coat. “Charlie’s probably waiting for you.”

He felt the tears run down his cheeks. Great, now he was crying. For fuck’s sake.

Husk tried turning away, not wanting Alastor to see again how he had this hold on him, how easily he could do that while still bleeding out the floor. But the music kept playing, occasionally skipping a note, to the point that it was almost pleasant.

Sometimes, if he pretended, he could forget the awful things when a nice song played every once in a while.

Husk risked a quick glance, and saw that Alastor was no longer looking at him. Instead, the eyes of the Radio Demon were directed to the floor, to the broken mic cane, where the song echoed out from its tinny speaker.

An intermission.

Husk didn’t want to stick around any longer.

He found the stairs that led down from the half-standing tower. His hand gripped his wings still, before finally going down, and down, and down.

But before he left, he thought he saw familiar, convulsing shadows on the side. Their outlines were tinged in green, their teeth jagged and sharp. One had Alastor’s face, which stared right at him with the utmost glee.

And it winked.

#hazbin hotel #husk #alastor #radiohusk #fanfiction #one shot

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instarsandcrime · 5 months

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what fun words or slang do you hc for our hotel gang? 😊

(Like Husk using "chucklefucks" unironically for example 🤣)

Oh gosh, that's a good question! Let me go down the list here for as many as I can think of...

Char/lie:

-In the beginning of Va/ggie's fall, she was probably very in love and very awkward while she tended to Va/ggie's wounds. And as a fellow bisexual, would definitely throw finger guns and go "Hey...y-you?" before backing out and leaving. This has happened several times. The gay panic was probably too strong for her.

Va/ggie:

-For Char/lie I literally cannot think of anything except every Salvadoran nickname under the sun. I'm not even going to list them. Just think of any one of them and you've got it.

-Similar to Al/as/tor, but instead of terms of endearment it's terms of insults™

Al/as/tor:

-Purposefully calls Hu/sk names that put him down. In Loser, Baby there are a lot of insulting labels thrown his way, and I think after some time Al/as/tor did call him enough of those that purposefully also echoed other people to get under his skin a little more. Maybe some of those were Al/as/tor originals...

-Char/lie's are much more pleasant, but he especially likes to sneak in ma fée (my fairy, normally used for your child) as far away from everyone else as possible, and as close to Lu/ci/fer as possible knowing he's centuries old and knows what that means 10,000%. And as far away from everyone else because unfortunately, a small unfortunate part of him really does mean it.

Lu/ci/fer:

-Just. Just so many cheesy nicknames. He was once an angel, and angels are definitely sappy guys. 'Char Char', 'Stardust', 'Sweetie', 'Dear', 'Kiddo', 'My little girl', etc. Similar to Li/li/th! 'Lily', 'Darling', 'Love of my life', etc.

-Contrary to popular belief, Al/as/tor does in fact get a nickname. 'Him'. Everything else is just an insult so they don't count.

-I really enjoyed your fic Watch My Back and him calling Niff/ty 'little one'. I am sticking with that headcanon no matter what.

-Va/ggie gets extreme deja vu when Lu/ci/fer has trouble talking to her at first, knowing she's a big part of his daughter's life. So despite being straight(????) and not knowing our rich bi history, and without knowing Char/lie has done this, throws finger guns in the exact same way and goes "Hey...y-you?" before backing out and leaving. It's only happened once but Va/ggie definitely still remembers it.

Hu/sk:

-Oh An/gel Du/st. There are just. So many nicknames. I definitely agree with 'Chucklefucks' for everyone generally. Specifically, An/gel is much, much different and more personal compared to everyone else. He'd probably alternate between 'kid', 'loser', 'cher'-- in which he picked up Louisiana slang from Al/as/stor and will get away with it because he knows An/gel Du/st will never look up what it means (term of endearment for loved one)-- 'Ange', and probably when he learns his real name, 'Tony'.

-Calls Niff/ty 'the menace' or 'little menace' for obvious reasons.

An/gel Du/st:

-Calls himself 'gal' and 'dame' a lot. Fuck gender roles honestly, he's all for being called what he's rightfully deserved.

-He tends to share the 'loser' nickname with Hu/sk. But he does have others-- 'baby', 'sweetheart', and 'tesoro'. (treasure/darling). Which is unfortunate because he knows Hu/sk will look it up and get incredibly flustered every time it's used. NO ONE knows what this word means except Hu/sk and has no idea why he fled the room. At one point Pen/tious considers it a threat from secondhand observation.

-Leans a lot towards 'babydoll' and 'cutie' for Char/lie because he definitely sees her as a cute, shining ball of energy (and respects it, probably, considering where the show is going with him and redemption)

#non snz ask #ha//zb//in//ho//tel//#a/la/stor #an/gel/du/st #char/lie #va/ggi/ie #lu/ci/fer #hu/sk #ni/ff/ty

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pancakes & a mind break

by: me! posted on ao3 as well!

Everyone’s body was practically destroyed after the fight. And then left even worse after rebuilding the hotel.

Niffty’s mind, though, we left in shambles. The puzzle pieces that made up her brain felt scattered around her. It burned. She hated thinking.

Part of her brain was buzzing - everything was flashing, people were talking at her, their words going up and down in her head. But the other part of her brain was… reeling.

Pentious was gone, she knew that, but why did that stupid painting always have to remind her?

She stared at it, eyes twitching.

She would normally regress at times like these, when everything became too much, when everything was loud - it was like a light switch. Easy to turn on and off, it was easy to hide away.

“Hey, Niff?” A voice called, causing Niffty’s head to whip around. Her tired gaze meeting Angel’s

“Hey, hun, time for dinner. I know it’s… hard, but, shorty down there made spaghetti. That’s a plus, right?”

A plus of what?

Her brain got fuzzy, her eyes burned, she felt her face, puffy. It tingled, nothing was right. Nothing had gone well.

No, you need to be big right now. Be big.

Angel gently took her hand and guided her to the stairs, following behind her as she trotted down.

Lucifer, as promised, had made pancakes for dinner, along with eggs, sausage, and biscuits. Everyone made sure to have their share, Husk even making sure to make a plate for Niffty. (Mainly made up of Pancakes and biscuits.)

Angel patted Niffty’s back and smiled as she scrambled to the chair, letting out a small ‘thank you.’

But Husk looked back at Angel with a worried look - and all the spider could do was shrug.

The group began talking, laughing and shouting about. Though the conversation seemed to revolve around Adam. Niffty’s eye twitched, darting around at every mention of his name. Occasionally, they would point Niffty out, praising her for her efforts.

She never felt more loved before! But God, she’s never felt so sick.

Her stomach churned as she looked at her food, picking at it with her fork, she eventually tried to cut it… before giving up. Her eye welled up with a tear, but she wiped it away.

Suddenly, they brought her up again, but it was a question - a question she couldn’t answer.

“So… Niffty, next extermination, could you do what you did to a friend of ours?” Lucifer asked.

Vaggie snickered, commenting how she wished she had gotten at least one more non-fatal stab.

“Maybe in the eye,” Husk suggested.

Niffty’s face burned as she pulled at her hair, slamming herself back into her seat. She felt so small compared to it. They all laughed around her, because of course they did.

Hell, everything was massive now. And she didn’t know why. And it got worse once she noticed everyone staring at her, a look of worry on their faces.

Niffty’s voice wavered, sinking her head into her knees, “I—I don’t—I don’t feel good right now! I… I don’t wanna eat!”

The woman threw herself off the chair, shaking.

She swore she heard Angel calling out for her, but she didn’t turn around.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

“Baby?” Angel asked. “Ya’ wanna come out?”

Silence.

The older let out a sigh, turning to the cat behind him - who shrugged. “She needs to actually eat, Husk.”

“She probably needs some time, besides… she’ll have to come out eventually, you know,” The sinner grumbled, placing a steady hand on the other’s shoulder. “Maybe… try again, then we check in later.”

Angel nodded, bringing up a shaky hand and knocking on the door.

They waited in silence for a bit, before a soft sobbing echoed from the room - Husk grimaced. Angel stood up, leaning on the door, “Hey, hun, I… I’m gonna come in, okay?”

Angel opened the door and walked in, Husk followed. But Niffty just sniffled a bit, she felt the air shift, curling up in a ball.

With Niffty’s back turned to the other two, Husk runs a gentle hand through her hair, trying to be as gentle as possible. Every touch was careful, Niffty felt like glass. Her eye watered.

“Niffty, squirt?” Husk began, his voice scratchy. “You need to tell us what’s going on.”

The smaller whined, fighting the urge to cry. But she wasn’t a baby, no! She was big, and she was fully capable of—

“Niffty, baby, can I touch?” Angel asks.

Fuck.

The way he said it, his whispery voice, the serene sense of care in his eyes. Niffty blinked, she wanted to hate him, she wanted to hate Husk, she wanted to hate everyone, but she couldn’t.

Niffty launched herself into the spider’s arms, sobbing in place. Husk reached out and rubbed her back - Angel pulling her close and kissing her head. The room filled with her cries, one’s that eventually turned into sobs.

“I—too… too much! I—I can’t do it, Dada, ‘m can’t,” Niffty whispered, feeling as Angel flinched at the nickname.

Angel froze, bending over and kissing the girl’s head. “Look, look, hey, let’s get some sleep, we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

Niffty whimpered, reaching up her arms and making grabby hands. Angel complied, picking up the smaller and waking over to her bed - smiling warmly as she yawned. Husk reached over and tucked her in, kissing her on the cheek.

Angel and Husk whispered to her, before opening the door. Niffty’s lower lip trembled.

“But—Papa! Dada!”

The duo looked over, then looked at eachother.

They could afford one good sleep, right?

They did just fight a bunch of murderous angels, they deserved it.

“Of course, we can stay, we can cuddle too, hm?”

Niffty giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. Watching as Angel climbed over her, laying on her right side, letting Husk sleep on her left. Niffty purring as she allowed Husk to pet her head, while Angel wrapped his arms around her - his fur tickling the back of her neck.

And after a few minutes, the room was nearly silent - give or take a few sleepy grumbles or purrs.

Niffty was still awake though, still curled up between them, still sucking her thumb and trying to sleep.

But at least her mind was pieced together, just a bit.

#hazbin hotel #age regression #sfw agere #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #sfw agere blog #sfw agerecommunity #age regressor #helluvaverse #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #hazbin hotel niffty

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halochoker · 8 months

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My favourite things about episode 7

Angel OPENLY complaining about Valentino upon entering the hotel, no longer keeping up too much of a facade

Charlie panicking when being handed a bomb, just for Vaggie to go “whoop— gimme that—“ before yeeting it out into the open. Something about that interaction was so effortlessly cute

Husk: “I’ll admit, ‘Consent’ is a pretty good name for a sex club.”

Sir Pentious: “Niffty dear!! What are you doing??”

Sir Pentious AWKWARDLY trying to rizz up Cherri Bomb. I think it’s charming :) Albeit very clumsy, like, my dear—

The way Angel *plucks* Niffty off the floor every time

Angel calling Niffty “Niff”

*panicked shaking of Niff and nuzzling her a little in attempt to comfort her*

“Hey you wanna play with the kittyy?” - Anthony, a desperate big brother, trying to calm a wailing 10 pound soggy Niffty and effectively pulling Husk into the mess too

HUSK GOING ALONG WITH IT

Angel standing up to Valentino to protect his friends :’))

NIFFTY JUST RIPPING OUT SOME OF VALENTINO’S FLUFF

The different designs of angels! It’s so cool to get information of them

Adam’s stupid little S-Thing doodle on his bullet point piece of scrap paper

The fact that no one actually knows how someone gets into heaven. It’s super interesting to see how absolutely not transparent and shady heaven actually operates

#hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel spoilers

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the-kinfesssional · 6 months

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mk so ive been exposing my little sister to Hazbin Hotel (probably a bad thing shes literally not even 13 yet BUT WHATEVER) and shes made some Hazbin Hotel headcanons that are suspiciously similar to what happened in my canon (im an angel dust kin) so that was odd

But she has also been really into "pretending" she's Niffty, like sometimes she wont respond to her name but will respond immediately to "Niff"

so uh my sister MIGHT be a canonmate of mine but who knowz

-✨🍝

woah woah woah.

You've been exposing your LITTLE SISTER TO HAZBIN??

I don't think you should be doing that but yk, what's done is done.

And intresting!

That's actually kinda scary to think about tbh

#mod avery #fictionkinfessions #kinfessions #fictionkin #angel dust kin #hazbin hotel kin #🍝✨#hazbin mention cw

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silvergolddraco28 · 6 months

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LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 9- Introductions

cowritten with my friend Dortiii on AO3

heart comment and reblog! Remember i have a secondary version that's open for anyone interested!

Crystallized molten gold iris floating ruby red sclera blinked several times, ears pinned back, tail swaying like a cat’s in minor confusion. “What in the ten realms of the Diyu are you?”

"Now THAT !" Lucifer speaks with a beaming smile of sharp teeth. "...Is a good fucking question, my dear monkey man! Now I'm going to completely ignore that in favor of singing you a WELCOME SONG~!!"

"We should eat him!" Giggled the little cyclops cutting off Lucifer as the rest of the group now stood paces away from the groggy simian.

"He's kind of cute… looks like he can go a few rounds without breaking a sweat. ” The spider demon drawled.

"Are you INSANE?! Look at those eyes! He'll eat us first!" Shrieked the snake demon in horror and disgust.

"No one's eating the monkey," Lucifer warned with a demonic tone to his voice. "Ignore them! You're in hell! I'm Lucifer never Lucy so don't try. I run shit here and I'm your fucking guide until well, we'll get to that when we do I guess." The demon smiled. "YOU look like you could do with a song! or more water your pick!"

The golden monkey blinked at the wildly and completely left-field reactions. “I'm a vegetarian, thank you very much.” the golden monkey deadpanned to the others with the leveled look of a disappointed parent.

“Guys… Come on this is no way to treat our new guest. I’m sure they have a lot of questions! We should help them, not repel them away.” The princess implored with the others feeling the weight of the disappointment from the newcomer.

“Whatever you say toots.” The spider demon shrugged.

“He didn’t say no!” The cyclops giggled immediately making her way over before being abruptly held back by the dark-furred feline.

“Not a fucking chance Niff.” the feline huffed holding the cyclops by the back of the dress.

“I feel incredibly judged by him.” The snake whimpered into the spider demon who promptly moved away.

It certainly did not help once the mystic monkey rose to his full height garnishing an array of reactions. He had stood up to his full height of an even six feet, the clothing and his fur drying out with some steam puffing off his body.

“Meeeooowww~ he’s tall! ” the spider whistled only to be smacked upside the head by the winged feline with a minor glare directed at him from a slightly irritated Lucifer. The spider had the decency to look a little ashamed at that comment.

“Hell… as in Heaven and Hell?” Wukong asked recalling the concept from his travels to the west and how some believed in it.

“CORRECT! Crashed right in the center! Practically the best place to land to avoiding ya getting ya know-“ Lucifer made a slashing motion with his neck to indicate his point. “By those other sinners down here. You sure did make a fucking entrance with all… that. ” He gestured to the mystic monkey. “Though enough of that! RIGHT! Intros! Intros! Cause honestly I don’t even know half of you either- You already know me monkey man and this here,” bringing the blonde demoness forward with a beamed smile. “Is my dear darling daughter Charlie! The one and only Princess of Hell!”

“Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Wukong is fine, Sun would be the equivalent of a family name in Western culture if i remember correctly.” Wukong replied with a bow to Charlie his tail picking up the crimson and gold staff left leaning against the couch before expertly flicking it up into the air and catching it to shrink down.

“Great to have ya on board monkey man! You’re gonna get on just fine here! More or less. Maybe.” Lucifer shrugged.

“Wow…it’s an honor to meet you! Mr. King sir.” Charlie beamed extending her hand with a flush. “P-Please! No need for formalities! We’re all friends here!” Waving away such a gesture. Despite the many years and her title, the extra attention could never sit well with her. “I-I’m…sure this…probably wasn’t at all what you pictured waking up to but we welcome you to our home.” The princess, was sincere with her words as she smiled elated and oh so fascinated by their new guest. “I’d love for you to feel welcomed here Mr. King and I’m super so sorry that it hasn’t been!”

“A magic stick!” The cyclops awed, breaking free from the dark-furred feline as she skittered over to the giant mystic monkey. “Can I hold it?! It looks a little grubby…I can clean it!! I promise I won’t eat you Mr.!” The little cyclops jumped up in excitement at whatever magic trick the great sage had performed with the tool. “I’m Nifty! I work at Charlie’s Hotel! I clean real good!”

“Little one i don't think you’ll be able to lift a seventeen thousand ton staff that's finicky with allowing anyone to carry it as it is,” Wukong replied.

"It's that heavy?" The cyclops marveled scuttling around the giant mystic monkey as if trying to locate its whereabouts. "Can I try it? Canicanicani-"

"Nifty baby. Can't ya see you're tirin' 'em? Give the man some space why don't yus?" The spider demon drawled, circling the king simian with glinted intrigue in his many eyes. "I could try," The spider smiled eyeing Wukong through a half-lidded gaze.

“ Like he could lift his head out of his ass." Muttered the darker furred feline from the side earning a snort from the grey-skinned demon. The spider shot them a look to say 'I'll deal with you later.'

“The only one who might be able to lift my staff is Dreaming Star-Lucifer.” Wukong corrected himself on the name.

"What's your deal anyway handsome? Are you single? I'm Angel Dust by the way. You'll remember it soon enough.~" The spider in question grinned placing a teasing hand across the simian king's chest.

“I have a Mate and a Cub already,” Wukong replied the partial truth. His tail flicked behind him while his left ear twitched at the omitted details.

"Is that so handsome?" Angel pried, cocking his head to one side at the details. This was nothing new, he had been in the game long enough to notice the little cracks in certain claims. ‘Oh I could have fun with this. Just how far was Mr. Big Stick going to go?’ Before he had the chance to say whatever he needed; to possibly ruin a crudely established relationship upon the simian's statement surprised eyes fell on Lucifer who had long since tuned out the horrendously boring set of intros finding entertainment in a beautifully crafted duck in his hands.

"Woah… No fair!" The little cyclops marveled.

"I guess with Dad being connected to you and the tree it makes sense…" The princess murmured, looking thoughtfully between the two powerful divine beings. A part of her couldn't help but wonder if she had a part to play if any at all. All she had so far was being a rainbow. ‘What exactly did that mean?’

"That fucking rules! I got to try it sometime- away from the public which we should do Charlie! Those creatures will be here at any moment giving the-" The demon king gesturing to the defiant tree.

“Does that include the Wendigo currently trying to dismantle my Sanctuary spell with Forbidden Magic?” Wukong asked with a slight tilt of his head while his eyes trailed over the lovely wooden duck. ‘Mihou would love that type of craftsmanship for his puppet plays.’

"I'm hoping if we ignore it he'll go the fuck away." The demon king simmered earning a look that seemed to showcase disappointment and disapproval from the princess. "Can ya make it stronger? Hell keep him out forever I'll pay ya!" Lucifer's eyes seemed to brighten at the thought but also the simian's interest in his craft. He held it higher and proudly for the simian to see. "My latest! Been working on this beauty for a while." Lucifer bestowed proudly

"Dad you know we can't- Sorry about that Mr. King that would happen… to be our dearest friend-" the Princess tried to argue but was cut off by the other residents.

"I am not associating myself with that guy." Angel jabbed unhelpfully.

"'Dear' is too strong of a word." The snake begrudgingly agreed.

"Yet ver~y~ fitting," Angel smirked.

Wukong hummed. “How well can he keep up in a fight?” Wukong asked while a calculating look passed through his eyes.

"Pretty long actually. Especially when he battles against me!" The snake demon chimed, boastfully.

"Pentious you don't count." Angel snarked.

"A while. Trust me. And it's clear he hasn't had any losses against an opponent either." A low gruff emitted from the grey-toned demon who shared light, meeting the king's gaze. Seeming unphased by the apparent behavior. "Vaggie." She introduced curtly with rigid statue, but not unkind.

Wukong nodded before he recalled breaking something. “I snapped your spear,” Wukong muttered before he looked for said pieces easily pulling out the tip and part of the shaft from the couch he had been on before picking up the rest of the broken shaft. “Luckily it's all metal, an easy fix,” Wukong stated as he lifted the two pieces into a small transparent golden bubble of magic before he took a breath and blew golden flames right into the bubble easily causing the two metal pieces to melt from the intense heat and liquefy. Cutting off the golden flames he quickly used his bare hands to pick up and mold the liquid metal crafting it back to its previous shape with added details of runic engravings along the shaft and spear tip itself. “For a spear infused with immortal blood, it's construction is rather weak.” Wukong idly commented cooling the spear with a mixture of wind and water until he was back to mortal temperature. “Here.” Wukong held out the finished and repaired spear to Vaggie.

Vaggie seemed surprised by the notion, both her and her weapon had seen far worse days yet coupled with the gesture from the king simian she was left quite stunned. She could practically feel the beaming eyes of her partner knowing the kind of reaction she would make. She let out a soft smile at the thought, softening her features. There was no denying it was quite intriguing to even watch his display of power.

"Thank you, for the trouble. Mr. King." She bowed, graciously accepting her spear. The weight was familiar in her hands yet she could feel the noticeable difference. It wasn't surprising he could point out its flaws though it still managed to alert her attention. ‘Despite the many disadvantages, it had been done on purpose after all.’

"Oh Vaggie! It looks amazing!" The princess beamed, precisely how the militant demon imagined as she flushed. The princess also regarded the simian king with a grateful beam.

"H-Hang on what about me?! I'm calling injustice! I never got to- " The snake was abruptly cut off by the militant demon who sharply wielded the weapon in his direction causing him to drop back with a shrill cry.

"Sir Pentious." Vaggie points to the cowering snake who offers the simian a bleak wave before shifting the spear's attention to the direction of the darker-furred feline standing to the side. "And the grump is Husk."

Wukong nodded to the duo. “Been a while since I've seen a snake demon. Domestic animal type and horned demons are more common but the wings make you a very unique and rare species had you been a mortal-born demon.” Wukong stated the latter half mainly pointed at Husk. Wukong asked seeing the familiar spark of innovation in those snake-like eyes. ‘Mihou would get along with him.’ Wukong thought to himself.

"Oooh? I'm special!" The snaked cooed. "I suppose we are quite ra-"

"Please. I fucked 10 of yus yesterday. And don't get any ideas bub- That ones mine." Angel pointed to the king simian.

"I don't recall asking for your unsolicited speech-" Sir Pentious jabbed.

Husk let out a huff, though not unkind taking in the king's words. His wings were always a harsh reminder of his overlord days. It only made him stick out more once he was recognized as having fallen from grace. Though the positive light shed was rather... Unexpectedly pleasant. "Goes for those eyes of yours. Quite the lookers you got there." The former Lord nodded. "You'd be the first monkey we've ever had down here. Welcome by the way. Though there isn't much to offer but lost souls I'm afraid."

"Mr. Hard dick here used to be an overlord that's why." Angel butt in. "The big dicks at the top tend to look like that or weirder."

Wukong then turned his gaze to Lucifer. “I'm guessing you never took up blacksmithing?” Changing the topic.

Lucifer shook his head eyes gleamed at the mention of the craft. "EXACTLY! I tried man really but it just wasn't as challenging as I had hoped for ya know?! Sides they aren't as cute with the material." Lucifer recalled the prototypes with that method of innovation but ultimately switched to working more with magic-infused rubber.

Wukong flinched slightly growling lowly as his eyes turned back to the direction of the Wendigo's power that was starting to become a minor headache with his rancid smell of rotting meat. “Ms. Morningstar, I’ll be completely blunt. Are you nuts ?!? My barrier prevents anyone who enjoys killing and has consumed the flesh of another from entering the grounds. It's why the spell is called Holy Ground, to begin with!” Wukong questioned while throwing those diplomatic lessons Mihou had more or less beaten into his head centuries ago out the window. ‘I am not letting a youngling get manipulated by a True Monster.’ “I can't allow something that vile to come in here and mess with or even eat younglings,” Wukong added expressing how unsettled he was by the Wendigo.

"I-I promise he means no harm! H-He's just...a little mad?" Even the princess seemed unsure but despite her qualms, she defended the creature. "My place is for all. Despite what it may seem I want for everyone to feel as though they belong- and change for the better so they don't..do those things!"

"Sweet pea I want him dead." Lucifer snarked.

Wukong hummed. “Lucifer, Vaggie may I request you both to see to the Wendigo? I wish to see him for myself and implement some rules before I even consider letting him enter.” Wukong asked the two. “Might get down to a brawl if he pisses me off.”

“Now that! I’d pay to see it. My money’s on tall, dark, and sexy over there.” Angel pointed unashamedly towards Wukong.

Vaggie looked to the princess who still seemed unsure in regards to the debacle that could unfold but she gently took her hands into her own. “It’ll be fine hun. I promise.” She assured. Seeing that her words did have an effect, Charlie visibly relaxed.

“Dad please just…try and see eye to eye?” The princess murmured.

The reigning king looked about ready to throw in another insult but stopped at seeing his offspring’s face. He let out a groan. “FINE- pumpkin… for you and you only though.” Waving a hand. “Very well! Maggie, Wukong, and I will go.”

Wukong made a cloud over Lucifer and sprayed him with water. “Vaggie.” Wukong corrected.

“What the?! HEY! YOU CHEEKY LITTLE!-“ The king of demons attempted to scold but he was far too amused by the antic. “Fine, my bad there Mag- I mean! Vaggie. Vaggie my dear. ” He corrected, earning a small giggle from Charlie.

“None took sir.” Vaggie smiled. “If…you may do the honors?”

“Certainly! Let’s pay the old fucker a visit.” Lucifer grinned adorned in golden light casting over the other two.

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