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musical-shit-show · 3 months

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Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: My own silly idea but also Prompts #70 (“are you actually trying to seduce me right now?”) and #86 (“they don’t need to know.”) from Prompt List 2

Warnings: Cursing, mutual pining, Adam is still kind of an asshole (duh), suggestive dialogue

Word Count: 1,363

Author’s Note: I just really wanted the mental picture of Adam in some rocker eyeliner, so I wrote it. That’s about it, just being very normal about this character :3 If anyone has seen any fanart of Adam with eyeliner, my DMs are always open. As always check out my Masterlist, About Me page, or Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit an ask! Happy reading! :)

“What’s that?”

You scoffed at the fallen angel lounging lazily on your bed, watching you intently as you went through your makeup routine.

You had just grabbed an eyeliner pencil, and were in the middle of smudging the smokey kohl onto your eyelids when Adam interrupted you.

“What, you didn’t have eyeliner in heaven?” you smirked, looking at him through the mirror on your vanity. Even in such a relaxed state, he still kept that stupid mask on.

He shook his head, “Why would we need makeup in a place where everyone’s fuckin’ perfect and poised 24/7?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you accepted the answer. Made sense, anyways. From what you heard from Charlie, Heaven probably looked like a dream come true. Why would anyone need to alter their appearance in a place like that?

Turning back to the task at hand, you jumped slightly when Adam appeared behind you, his face incredibly close to your own. He was studying you intently, his digital eyes flickering over your expression.

“Ugh, what is with you, dude?”

His eyes narrowed, lips forming into a tight line. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was…thinking. Which is not an activity Adam seemed to engage in, especially before speaking.

“It looks…good.” he muttered, feeling his face getting warm under his mask, “I guess I never really noticed it before.” You quirked an eyebrow, a small smile flashing across your face.

Ever since he turned up on the hotel’s doorstep practically begging for help from the Princess of Hell, Adam had decided to latch himself on to you. For what reason, you didn’t know; it didn’t particularly matter since any attempts to rid yourself of him were completely fruitless.

He was definitely an asshole, but he could be mildly amusing from time to time.

“Do you…do you want me to put some on you?”

He blinked stupidly. “I’m not gay, toots,” he deadpanned, “Despite what that little spider twink downstairs thinks—”

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” you cut in, trying to stifle your laughter at his remark, “But makeup transcends sexuality.” He scoffed, letting his insecurity wash over him.

Adam would never admit it you or Charlie or anyone else at the hotel, but being here made him feel less alone than he ever felt in Heaven.

Up there, he was practically ignored, even treated as a nuisance by the seraphim and other higher ups. Which he was, but that was beside the point.

He was already ashamed of himself for asking Lucifer’s brat of all people for help, but he had nowhere else to turn and felt completely alone. Except when he was with you.

Although you were a sinner too, you didn’t judge him as harshly as the others. Hell, you were able to stand up to him, even reason with him when he was particularly crabby.

It scared him, though he’d never let you know that. He’d rather get stabbed through the chest again than be vulnerable.

Standing up, you gestured to the edge of the bed, encouraging Adam to sit down again. He hesitated for a moment, not willing to trust you fully.

“You know,” you drawled, “some of the greatest rockers on Earth wear eyeliner. And looks sexy as fuck doing it.”

Adam’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity.

“And,” you added, “A lot of ladies are actually into it. I swear.” He blew a raspberry in dismissal, still not fully convinced. He decided to humor you anyway; he had nothing better to do.

“Ugh, fine,” he whined, “You’re lucky I’m bored, sugartits.” He plopped onto your bed, faltering slightly when removing his mask; you rarely saw him without it, and were struck by how, well, human he looked.

You couldn’t dwell on his appearance for long; you needed entertainment for the evening and didn’t want to wait for him to change his mind. With the pencil in hand, you swiftly went to work on his minor makeover.

You were close. Dangerously close, Adam thought to himself. So close that he was almost pissed that his eyes were closed so he couldn’t get a good look down your shirt.

He could feel your soft breath on his face, the almost imperceptible noises you were making while concentrating intently on shaping his new look. He almost flinched when your hand gripped the side of his face gently, tilting it up slightly to give you a better angle to complete your work.

Your fingers tingled on his skin, silence filling the space in a way that was new to Adam; he usually reveled in sucking the air out of any room he was in, but he was now focused so keenly on the steadiness of your breathing and the looming presence of your body so, so close to his.

Fuck.

He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and for the first time in his very long existence, Adam actually tried to hide his arousal from you. “Almost done,” you muttered, examining the canvas of his eyelids closely.

You couldn’t help but notice that even though he was fallen, Adam still retained rather…angelic features. Perfect skin, tousled brown hair, annoyingly long eyelashes. You tried to not gaze at him for too long, but with his eyes currently closed, you couldn’t help but stare.

“Ah, okay, open up,” you said, feeling a quiver arise in your throat. He blinked, bright gold eyes accentuated perfectly by the dark liner.

Satan help you. He looked hot.

You realized you were still leaning incredibly close to his face, and before you could stumble backwards, Adam flashed a mischievous smile. “Damn babe, I must look pretty good if you’re giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Shhhh,” he stood up, pressing his finger to your lips. Your attraction to him was quickly replaced with annoyance, even with him looking like a rockstar you might’ve had a crush on when you were still living.

You pushed his hand away, your stomach twisting. Leave it to Adam to ruin an actual good moment between the two of you.

“Are you actually trying to seduce me right now?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“Not in the slightest,” you lied. He brushed past you, considering his reflection in your vanity mirror.

“Fuck, I do look good,” he mused, getting an eyeful of himself. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. His gaze flitted to you, studying your form. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious about how good this dick would look in that pretty little mouth of yours?

You crossed your arms over your chest, doing your best to act disgusted at that mental picture. “Only in your dreams,” you muttered, hoping the heat traveling up your neck wasn’t visible. Adam stood up to face you again, his mouth curving into a wicked smile. “They don’t need to know,” he purred, his eyes flicking towards the door, referencing the other residents of the hotel. “It can be our little secret.”

His fingers brushed your waist delicately, and you felt your heartbeat quicken as he squeezed the side of your body. He looked hungry, possessive, the dark pigment around his eyes only enhancing the intensity of his glare.

You gulped. You had to come up with an excuse, and quick.

“Charlie’s expecting me,” you croaked, pulling away from his grasp. You cursed yourself for the ache you felt between your legs, “Something about more trust exercises—” you headed toward the door, but Adam grabbed your arm.

He didn’t seem annoyed that you were brushing off his advances; he knew that it was now just a matter of time.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he teased, his grip red hot against your skin, “But teach me how to do this fun little makeup on myself sometime, hm? I like seeing you all hot and bothered.”

You swung open your door, flashing him the finger as you slammed it behind you. It didn’t matter that you were leaving him in your room unattended; you knew you’d be seeing him there later anyways.

Something told you he was going to keep the makeup on until you returned.

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 2 months

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title: just a touch?

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: Angst, fluff, romance, idiots pining for each other

pairing: Lucifer x reader

summary: The minute you saw the King of Hell your heart was never the same. You fell, and you fell hard, that much everyone could see. But while your heart knew what it wanted, Lucifer, your mind put a stop to all those foolish day dreams. He would never want you like that, right?

warnings: some deep self loathing and negative self talk

this is a request from lovely anon:

When you met the King of Hell, you didn’t expect yourself to be so smitten so quickly. You were enamored right from when he walked in, and observed very quickly that he had a natural distaste for sinners. You couldn’t blame the guy really, being an arch angel and then falling, having to see what humans had done when they were given free will? Seeing that many chose war, violence and crime over just being good people? Yeah, you’d hate them too.

Which is why when you saw him walk into the hotel, met him and really saw him. Saw how he was willing to put his own beliefs on the back burner for Charlie. Willing to go up in front of Heaven again, you were sure with concern of putting a target on his back, he did so, no second thought. He shouldered it and carried it. Then when the hotel was in pieces and he helped rebuild it, you saw a man change right before your eyes and you were in love.

You shook your head at yourself as you nursed the drink you had at the bar. Husk eyed you and shook his head. “Thinkin’ ‘bout ‘im?” He asked cleaning the mug. You nodded, a sad look in your eyes. “Why don’t you jus’ talk to ‘im kid?” Husk said.

“Because, Husk, he’s…” You stop and pause. He was what? The King of Hell? Former arch angel? God’s favorite? The LightBringer? A man who was no man? Someone so sweet and kind, who still kept going after being dealt a shitty hand? Someone you didn’t even deserve to look at?

“He’s-He would never see me like that.” You muttered. The facts plain as day. The King of Hell and a lowly sinner, not even a fucking overlord. You’re in hell because you illegally downloaded music and forgot to register your car and drove illegally. And probably because you told your neighbor Karen to fuck off when she said that gay rights was ruining America. Did you regret it? No. But it’s not like any of that made you worthy of him.

“It’s not that he won’t see you like that.” Husk said. “It’s that you won’t see you like that.” You look at Husk, knowing he was right. You raise your glass in acknowledgment and he shrugs his shoulders. You sigh and turn, watching Charlie and Lucifer laughing about something, Angel joining in. Nifty came up to you and tugged on your pants.

“This is for you.” She said, holding out a pin with a roach on it.

“Oh, Nifts, you shouldn’t have.” You say putting the pin on the counter and Husk taking it. You smile and pat the small demon on her head. She giggles maniacally and runs off. Husk looks at you and holds a bottle in his hand, proceeding to do a trick with it and your eyes light up and you start clapping, you running behind the bar wanting to learn. Momentarily forgetting your pitiful loathing. What you didn’t see was Lucifer now watching you, glaring at Husk as he helped guide your hands.

It brought out this sick and twisted vortex that settled in the pit of the King of Hells stomach as he saw Husk even touch you. It should be him touching you like that. No one else. The bitter jealousy had grown over time to an over bearing monster. He laughs loudly at whatever Charlie said, loud enough to try and get your attention, and it doesn’t work. Making his mood grow sour as he announced he was retiring for the night. Everyone said good night and you just waved, going back to your Vegas bottle flipping with Husk. He saw how you were always so comfortable with touch, freely gave it even. Even to Alastor, who he had seen allow you to hug him. But anytime he came around, you stiffened. If he even brushed past you, you were gone quicker then he could say hello. One time, you both had reached for your drinks at the bar at the same time and just touched pinkies. You retracted your hand so quickly you accidentally threw your glass at the wall.

Lucifer didn’t understand. He must’ve done something. Truly he could understand why a sinner would be afraid of him. Why a sinner wouldn’t want to be near him. He caused all this misfortune. Everything in hell was his fault, you were here because of a decision he made a millennia ago. No wonder you hated him, was his last thought as he shut the door to his room.

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The next morning saw a new day and as you came down stairs seeing Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer and Nifty present, and a certain Radio Demon lurking in the shadows that no one noticed, you waved hello and grabbed some coffee. When you joined the group you chose a seat close to Charlie who immediately hugged you in greeting. You smiled as you balanced your coffee to ensure it didn’t spill, not noticing Lucifer’s glare, not at you but at Charlie. You went back to talking and when Alastor materialized everyone jumped except you as he glided over to you and patted your head. You looked up and smiled at him in greeting as everyone wondered why you weren’t shocked.

“Why would I be? He was in the shadows over there for a while.” You say, shrugging. Everyone looking at you, with a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

“It takes a lot to see beyond shadows my dear. If you’re ever interested in learning more I’d be happy to teach you.” He says, his voice sickly sweet, not that you pick up on it. But Alastor picks up on Lucifer’s quiet fuming. The anger, desperation and sadness, bundled into one aura fueled Alastor more than the screams of his last kill.

“Oh, thanks Al! I’ll keep that in mind.” You say, taking another sip of coffee.

“Charlie! We need to get to work. Come on, let’s go look at those curtains on the third floor.” Lucifer suddenly says as he hops up and takes Charlie with him, Vaggie trailing behind as they both look at Lucifer appalled. You can hear Charlie’s protests as she disappears around the corner.

“Wonder what that was about.” You say, looking at Alastor. Alastor’s smile widens.

“Nothing that concerns us, my dear.” You nod and go back to relaxing.

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Later on that day you and Angel had decided that a movie night was exactly what was needed. Well, Angel had decided and you had agreed. As the movie was playing in the background, you rested on Angel’s shoulder, his fingers combing through your hair.

“I just don’t know Angel.” You murmured. “I’ve tried to just move on, but I can’t. My heart is in a chokehold.” You say miserably.

“Could be worse, sweet cheeks.” He responds, pulling you closer and kissing your head. Lucifer coming down the stairs, stops. Seeing this interaction between you and Angel, something just… breaks inside him. All this time. All this yearning. He just wants you and you won’t spare him a glance, not like he can blame you. He doesn’t mean to, but a sob tears out of his mouth and causes you and Angel to whip around. You see Lucifer standing there, tears in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks, his hands over his mouth. His eyes wide as he’s caught, and he turns and runs back up the stairs. Ignoring your call for him to wait. You stop at the sofa and look at Angel.

“What-What do I do? Should I get Charlie?” You ask.

“I’ll go get Charlie, you go follow him.” Angel says pausing the movie and glancing up the stairs.

“Okay.” You say as you start to run up them to follow Lucifer. Angel sits back down and goes on his phone once he sees you disappear.

“They’ll finally figure it out.” He says to himself, pulling the blanket over himself and texting Husk to see if he wanted to finish this movie with him.

Upstairs you stopped at a corner panting and cursing yourself for never taking cardio seriously, but really chasing an arch angel down would have required Olympic tiers abilities. You rested for a second and then sped walked around the corner, landing at Lucifer’s door. You can hear on the other side gut wrenching sobs and things being thrown.

You knock on the door, something smashing and then silence besides a few hyperventilating sounding breaths. You knock again, “Lucifer? Can I come in? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I-I’m FINE.” He yells, sounding angry and sad at the same time. “Just go!”

“I’m not leaving. You don’t sound fine.” You sigh, putting all your feelings aside and realizing he needs someone right now and you’re literally the closest right now. “I’m coming in.”

“No! Don’t you DARE!” He yells as you open the door and see a rubber duck headed your way. You duck and the toy hits the door and bounces into the hall. You look at him and see glasses shattered, decorations torn to shreds, and in the middle of it all is Lucifer who has curled in on himself to be the smallest he could be. As you approach him you realize he’s bleeding, gold drops to the ground almost mesmerizing. You quickly go to his bathroom and get the first aid kit that Charlie mandated be in every bathroom. You come out and he hasn’t moved so you sit in front of him with the kit, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Lucifer, please, let me help you.” You say holding out your hand. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, sadness, anger and hatred apparent.

“Why would I?” He spits out at you. “You avoid me like the plague the rest of the time, why is this different? Leave me be. It will heal.” Your eyes widen at his venomous tone.

“I-I don’t avoid you.” You start.

“You don’t?” Lucifer says, getting angrier. “What do you call it then? Every time I’m near you, you run away. I brush past you and you’re on the other side of the room. For fucks sake, we barely touched hands getting a drink at the same time and you were so repulsed that you threw the drink into the damn WALL!” He screams, on his knees now, invading your space, his demonic form slowly taking shape the angrier he gets. “I TRIED, to be nice, to show you I never meant you harm. But I am the one who landed you here didn’t I?” He laughs bitterly. “I’m the one who caused this, caused hell to be. I understand you don’t want to look at me but I ask you to be less obvious about it.” He snarls, his face in yours.

As it dawns on you, that Lucifer thought you hated him and you thought the opposite, without thinking, your hand goes to his cheek and the other to his neck. Before you can think about your actions you lean over and kiss him. You feel him frozen and quite honestly, you are as well. For several moments, you keep your eyes shut, your lips on his and you wait, knowing that what you feel couldn’t be conveyed with words right now. At least not well. You prayed, for the first time in a long time, you prayed that Lucifer would just understand.

And suddenly your prayers were answered, as his hands came up and gripped your shirt like a lifeline, as he straddled your lap and deepened the kiss. Feeling the whimper that came from him more than hearing it and letting your arms fall to his waist drawing him in. Your tongue darting out to his lower lip, begging for entrance. A gasp coming from you as it was granted and you felt his forked tongue enter your mouth. Your hands not landing anywhere, wanting to be greedy and devour everything he had to give, switched from his hair down to his waist multiple times. You both broke away panting, a string of saliva connecting you both, until you broke it and started to kiss up his neck. His moans sounding like symphonies in your ear.

“I never hated you.” You whispered in his ear. “I thought you were too good for me. I’ve loved you since I first saw you.” You clutch him to you, placing gentle kisses on his neck again, feeling like you would be committing a terrible sin if your lips stopped touching him for more than a few moments. He gasped and arched against you.

“I-I thought you hated me. Because I was the one who created all this. Gave humanity free will. Why you were down here.” He uttered, pulling away, his hand resting on your cheek and staring at you.

“You silly man.” You said, tears in your eyes. “I’d run a thousand red lights, kill a hundred people, jaywalk as many times as it took to ensure I could be back down here with you.” You brought your forehead to his. “None of this is your fault. You had a beautiful and inspiring dream. You gave humanity a choice and how beautiful of a gift to give?” You asked as he looked at you, tears falling down his cheeks again. You wiped them away, kissing each of his eyes.

“You are beautiful and stunning to me Lucifer Morningstar. I am truly unworthy.” You murmur, kissing him again.

“No, you are a beauty to behold. I am truly unworthy.” He murmurs and you both smile.

“Maybe we’ll find a way to feel worthy of the love we think the other deserves, hmm?” You ask and Lucifer smiles at you.

“It’ll take time.” He whispers.

“I have all the time in Hell, Your Majesty.” Your kiss engulfing the moan he voiced hearing you, as you drew him closer to you again. You both knew one thing though, you were going to have to work on communication.

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6esiree · 28 days

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Hazbin Hotel x GN! Reader Who Makes a Group Chat

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory, but basically the reader, who is Gen Z, makes a group chat for everybody in the hotel. I used that episode where they’re doing trust exercises (but I changed it to bonding to be more fitting). I also accidentally made it a little bit of Husk x Reader…but I guess it’s mostly implied?

Warnings: Uhh, swearing.

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Bonding—one of the most difficult obstacles Charlie had yet to overcome. While she got along with everybody just fine, trusting them from the moment they set foot in the Hazbin Hotel, nobody else could seem to do the same, especially as their personalities constantly clashed with each other.

When it came to you, well, you were actually a pleasant person to be around with. If anybody had anything bad to say about you, it would probably be the way you acted, which was rather…different than what they were accustomed to. I mean, you were one of the newest and youngest residents in the hotel, having just died a few months ago at the whopping age of 21. Could they really blame you?

Exhibit A:

“Gay son or thot daughter?” You asked Husk after finishing your second cocktail, innocently swinging your legs back and forth as you anticipated his response.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough, dollface,” Husk said, withdrawing the paw that held the cocktail he had just whipped up for you, leaving you pouting.

Exhibit B:

“Iron deficiency gang stand up,” You said as you quickly got up from the couch, your knees instantly buckling underneath you. “Oh SHIT!”

“Fucking hell!” Angel Dust screeched, catching you before your face could meet the ground.

Exhibit C:

“Sometimes I fill the room with negative energy because I don’t want to be there,” You said as you stood next to Alastor, trying to get along with the smiling man.

“Alright, I’m off to Cannibal Town! I believe Rosie needed something,” Alastor quickly announced before walking out.

Yeah, you were definitely something else, but that’s exactly why Charlie liked you. Even though she and the rest struggled to understand your humor or some of the things you said in general, it was nice to have you around.

So, when it came to overcoming the lack of bonding among the Hazbin Hotel’s residents, the Princess of Hell turned to you, especially after Angel Dust decided to bring all of you to try out bondage…of all the fucking things.

“Hey, Y/N—Oh, oh my goodness,” Charlie winced as a sinner approached her, trying to entice her by dangling some fuzzy handcuffs in front of her face. “No thank you! Sorry. Anyway, uh, I was wondering if you had any ideas to bring everyone together? Something less…like this?”

You stood in front of Husk, who had sought refuge behind you after Niffty appeared next to him with a whip in her hand, excited to punish some “bad boys.” Not like you could do much to conceal him, especially considering that you were about Vaggie’s height, but the little demon did avoid you after you took pity on a roach and threw it out the hotel, sparing it from her wrath.

“Really? Oh, shit! Okay, um, let me think for a moment,” You said, happy that she had asked you to suggest something, “Errr, you know what always helped me get closer to people? A group chat. I know it sounds kind of stupid, but like, I think it would be a nice way for us to slowly get to know each other!”

“Oh, yes! Okay, sure, we can try that out!” Charlie gasped, clasping her hands together, but then she frowned, “Wait, what about Alastor? He won’t be able to participate since he doesn’t use a phone.”

“Doesn’t seem like a problem to me,” Husk spoke up, obviously content with the idea of the Radio Demon being absent from one thing in his life.

“I mean, he’s not even here right now,” You shrugged, agreeing with Husk, who shot you a thankful smile, “I’m pretty sure he’d say no anyway.”

Charlie sighed, but you were right. Alastor avoided technology like the plague, especially Voxtech. He wouldn’t be able to join a group chat even if he had a flip phone—which he definitely didn’t.

“I guess you have a point,” Charlie said, already starting towards the exit of this place, “Alright, let’s get out of here. Come on!”

“Booooo! You guys are boring,” Angel Dust said, dragging Niffty with him, who was the only one sad about leaving. “Except for Niffty, of course. She gets it.”

Back at the hotel, all of you sat in the parlor, exchanging phone numbers with each other. Creating a group chat was supposed to be a simple task, but for some damn reason, y’all were struggling. Sir Pentious forgot his phone number, so you had to help him out with that, and Niffty kept getting side-tracked every time a roach appeared before she could take out her phone.

Everyone else did just fine, thankfully, Husk even handing you his phone to avoid the hassle—which was on light mode (gross). Anyway, big mistake on his part because you decided to take 0.5 photos of yourself when he wasn’t looking, setting one as his lock screen. You tried not to laugh as you handed the cat-demon his phone back, leaving it unlocked so he wouldn’t notice right away.

“Okay, soooo, there! Done,” You said, successfully adding everybody to a group chat on SMS.

“Who said hello? I cannot tell,” Sir Pentious asked as soon as you sent a message.

“Damnit, Pentious. Hand me your phone again,” You said, getting up and taking a seat next to the serpent so you could show him how to name each of his contacts.

“Look, if you tap here then go to info, you’ll be able to name your contacts,” You demonstrated, Pentious staring at you blankly, “But I guess I’ll do it myself, just to be quicker.”

After that, everything was good. The only one who doubted a group chat would work was Vaggie, but as the days passed by, she realized it was much easier to communicate that way. Charlie was having a blast, reacting to every message that was sent with a heart, Pentious used emojis like the precious little man he was, Angel usually sent links from Sinstagram and Envee that he found funny, Husk responded sometimes, but with the most dry texts known to mankind, and Niffty, well, she forgot there was a group chat. Whenever she was reminded of its existence, however, she just sent pictures of the bugs she killed. You always reacted with a sad face.

“Can you stop saying “Congratulations” and “Happy Birthday”,” Vaggie announced as she descended the stairs alongside Charlie, looking at you specifically.

“Why are you glaring at me? I’m not the one spamming it!” You said, turning around to see Angel snickering on the couch, confetti and balloons popping up every time any one of you opened the group chat.

“Yeah, but you taught him how to do it!” Vaggie grumbled.

“Come on, Vaggie, it’s not their fault,” Charlie said, looking at you apologetically before disappearing to the kitchen to get breakfast.

“See? Charlie said I’m not at fault,” You said, but she didn’t back down.

“Uh-huh.”

“For real, though, I didn’t think he’d abuse it. Would you have, Husk?” You turned to the cat-demon in hopes that he would defend you too.

“I ain’t helping you until you show me how to change my lock screen,” Husk grunted, his phone lighting up every time Angel sent a new message, the 0.5 photo of your face popping up.

“Okay, then! That’s fine,” You shrugged, Husk rolling his eyes in response. “I can take care of myself.”

“If you really wanted to change it, you would have searched it up,” Angel said from the parlor, setting down his phone much to Vaggie’s delight. “Just admit you like looking at their face, kitty.”

Husk growled, the bottle of cheap booze in his hand slightly cracking in his grip. Vaggie couldn’t be bothered to intervene, disappearing to the kitchen as well.

“Call me kitty one more time and I’ll jam this bottle down your throat,” Husk threatened, but Angel only laughed in response.

“Sure, whatever,” Angel said, shooting you two a wink as he got up from the couch and stretched, looking down at his phone as it vibrated, “I’d argue with ya more on that, but Val’s calling. Maybe we can continue this conversation after work.”

“Hey! Well, apparently you like looking at me too, because your lock screen has been my face all along,” You said with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah, I would have noticed—” Angel said as he looked down at his phone, turning it off and on, “Wait, what the fuck? How—WHEN DID YOU DO THIS?”

“I have my ways,” You shrugged, Husk chuckling as Angel stormed out of the hotel mumbling in disbelief, fixing to change his lock screen.

There was a moment of silence shared between the two of you when the front doors of the Hazbin Hotel closed behind the spider, the only sound bouncing off the walls being the clanging of plates and utensils in the kitchen. You had already eaten earlier, so you stayed at the bar, enjoying the cat-demon’s presence.

“You’re something else, y’know,” Husk suddenly said, looking at you as he languidly sipped at his drink.

“I know,” You laughed, reaching for his phone, “Here, let me change your lock screen for you.”

A paw landed on your hand, catching you off guard. You looked up at Husk, wondering why he had stopped you.

“If I wanted to change it, I would have,” Husk said, his claws lightly dragging along your skin as he withdrew his phone from your grasp. “I ain’t stupid.”

Oh, man. Your face was suddenly hot.

“I, uh, I didn’t think—” You started, Husk quirking a brow at you. “You know what? Shut up!”

“You alright, dollface?” Husk asked.

His tail swished back and forth behind him, causing small drafts of wind to caress your ankles. Husk was obviously amused by how easily he had flustered you—the slick fuck. No longer wanting to satisfy him, you decided to be your usual self.

“Yes, I’m alright! But are you?” You shot back, Husk blinking in confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Clearly you’re not because your phone is on light mode,” You continued, “That’s absolutely disgusting.”

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♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Seven ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Seven Warnings: profanity, Masterlist is here.

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Seven]

“Fuckkk,” Lute groaned for the millionth time that night as you hauled her in through the front door of your house. She flopped onto the couch, muttering incoherently as you went into the kitchen, flipping the light switch.

“What’re you doing?” You heard her voice in the living room as you rummaged through the cupboards.

“Making you something to eat. You go to bed with just alcohol in your stomach and your head’s screwed the next morning.” You stalked over to her, handing her a glass of water which she downed reluctantly under your strict eye.

“If I eat anything I’ll throw up,” she complained.

You rolled your eyes, clicking your fingers. A bucket lined with a plastic bag appeared at your feet. “Be my guest.” Before turning on your heel back towards the kitchen.

For a few seconds she just lay on the couch silently while you continued to work away in the kitchen, until you heard noises drifting up from the couch. Your head snapped towards her.

“Lute?”

She was singing.

Badly.

You snickered to yourself, leaving a sandwich in the sandwich toaster and wondering if you should pull out a phone and start recording. You decided not to. Out of the goodness of your heart.

The light on the toaster turned red, indicating the food was ready. You set the plate in front of Lute. She stopped singing abruptly, eyeing you, and then the sandwich distastefully.

“The fuck?”

“Eat.” You sat down next to her. “Or do I have to feed you?”

“No you don’t have to fucking feel me, the fuck? Gay ass.” She scrambled back as far away from you as she could, her back pressing against the cushions on the other end of the couch.

“I said feed, you blithering idiot. Eat.” You pushed the plate towards her.

After a few suspicious looks, she began to eat. You checked your watch. It was almost one in the morning. You sighed as Lute began to ramble, words so slurred you could barely make out what she was saying.

“…did you hear her talking about me in the bar? Pretty cool right? So what I did was, I took my spear and I sliced it right across-“

You had no idea what she was talking about but decided to stay silent anyways, letting her babble on.

“…And there was blood like fucking everywhere- hey, the fuck is that?”

Your eyes snapped up, and you noticed that hers were trained on your collar. Your hand flew to your neck, feeling the marks in your skin. Your collar had ridden down to expose the top part of the bite mark, and a couple of faded bruises.

“It’s nothing,” you said hastily, pulling your collar up. But it was too late. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.

“Whoa, who knew the great [name] fucks?” She whispered through a bite of grilled cheese. You winced. Judging by how uncoordinated her movements were, she was too drunk to remember anything clearly the next morning anyways. You were lucky.

“I didn’t fuck anyone. Eat your goddamn food.”

“Hey guys, name fucks!” Lute almost shouted. You grabbed her sandwich and shoved it in her mouth, muffling her next words.

“Ohmygodshutthefuckup,” you seethed. Lute stared at you, slowly chewing on the remnants of her sandwich. Swallowed them.

“Ok,” she said.

And then passed out there on your couch.

You stared at her in outraged shock, then your shoulders sagged. Tiptoeing around the kitchen table, you went to your room, retrieving a blanket which you threw across her sleeping form, her head propped up on the arm rest of the couch which you cautiously attempted to replace with a pillow- and succeeded.

You took the plate, dumped it in the sink and switched off the kitchen lights. The room flooded with darkness.

You heard Lute’s soft snores, and the clock ticking. You ran a hand through your hair, stressed, and then down your neck, fingers hitching around the top of your collar and pulling it down slightly. They brushed over your reddened skin. You flinched, then pulled your hand away.

“Time to go to sleep, I guess,” you mumbled to yourself.

♱♱♱

“Holy shi-“ You almost jumped a foot into the air when you walked into the living room and saw a disheveled Lute sitting on your couch. Her eyeliner had smudged, leaving huge dark rings under her eyes, her eyes which shifted towards you. The towel draped around your shoulders to catch the water dripping from your wet hair slid off and onto the floor.

“Hi,” Lute said bleakly. You carefully tiptoed around her towards the kitchen island. “What am I doing here, exactly?”

You pulled the toaster towards you. “I took you here last night after you got… extremely drunk, and you passed out on my couch. How’s your head?”

“It’s none of your fuckin’ business how my head is,” Lute seethed, and you could hear her get up, walk towards you, feel her glare burn holes into your back. Your eyes widened as you remembered the marks on your neck and you quickly readjusted your towel.

“I’m leaving,” she declared, cracking her neck to the side, then the other. She eyed you.

“Yeah, your stuff’s on the shelf by the door.” You slid her a plate. She stared at the toast, then you, then back at the toast again. “What? It’s toast. Do you want, jam, butter or marma-“

“No,” she snapped, and snatched up the toast, chewing on it savagely all while staring at you angrily in the eye. You stared at her.

“Oh, lovely, raw dog your toast then.” You flicked your head at the door, indicating for her to leave.

The door slammed in her wake.

You stared after it, chewing on the toast contemplatively. Then sighed.

♱♱♱

“Six whole months?”

Adam grinned at you smugly, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the chair. You slammed your drink down on the table, a few drops flying up in the air then plopping back in. “Adam, you can’t just decide when the extermination is.”

“Sure I can. Can’t wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts-“

“Well, Sera won’t listen. And isn’t the next extermination in two months?”

“Yeah I mean the one after that.”

“She won’t listen.”

“The one after that, then.”

“Nope.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve noticed, babe, that I’m quite persistent.”

“Yeah, I have.” You rolled your eyes. “And you’re also pretty bad at using persistence to get what you want.”

Adam leaned forward. “Speaking of that-“

“No.”

He rolled his eyes. “It was worth a try.”

“No, it wasn’t.” You downed the rest of your drink, peering at home over the rim of your cup. You cleared your throat and set down the empty cup. Adam rolled his eyes.

“Believe me, it’ll happen. I don’t care if it’s this year, the next, or the one after that- I get what I want cause I’m the fucking man and it’s not like that bitch Lucifer will put up a fight either.” You flinched.

“Right,” you said slowly, getting up, knocking your chair back. “You dragged me here, you’re gonna pay, got it?”

“My pleasure, sugartits. Enjoyed our date.”

“Wasn’t a date,” you said flatly, head throbbing with an ache as you stalked off.

He laughed.

Your headache worsened. ♱♱♱

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Tell me more - Huskerdust

Fandom : Hazbin Hotel

Type : one-shot

Genre : romantic, suggestive, friends to lovers

Warnings : gay characters, lgbtq materials, canon x canon, curse words, suggestive and/or sexual comments.

Summary : Angel Dust is the usual flirty person with Husk and flirts with him, but what if Husk decides to flirt back ?

Title: Unexpected Flirtations

In the chaotic streets of Hell, where debauchery and mayhem reign supreme, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon of questionable refuge. Inside its walls, Angel Dust, the flamboyant spider demon, lounged lazily on a plush couch, clad in his usual flashy attire. Husk, the grumpy feline bartender, leaned against the counter, wiping a glass with a cloth.

Angel Dust, always on the lookout for a good time, sauntered over to Husk, a sly grin curling on his lips. "Hey there, handsome," he purred, batting his eyelashes. "Care to join me for a little… entertainment?"

Husk rolled his eyes, accustomed to Angel's shameless advances. "Go and fuck yourself" he replied, his tone gruff.

But Angel Dust was undeterred. "Aw, come on, kitten. Don't be like that," he teased, leaning in closer. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."

''If you are going to flirt with me, atleast do it right'' said Husk, eyes narrowed at the spider in front of him while pouring him a drink and passing it to him.

''Oh yea ? If you are so good at flirting then why won't you show me how it's done ?'' Angel dares the cat demon, leaning closer to him.

''Do you have a mirror in your pants ? Because I can see myself in them'' Unexpectedly, Husk flirts back voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Angel's spine.

Angel Dust blinked in surprise, taken aback by Husk's sudden change in demeanor. Could it be that the grumpy bartender was actually flirting back? His heart skipped a beat at the thought.

''Fuck, Tell me more...''

Gathering his composure, Angel flashed a coy smile with redder cheeks.

''Nice suit...can I talk you out of it ?'' Husk continued, his full attention now on the submissive demon in front of him.

Angel Dust chuckled, a rare sign of actual emotion in his laughter. "Sounds intriguing, pussycat" he admitted, setting down the glass and meeting Husk's gaze with a newfound interest. "I might just take you up on that offer. Don't fucking stop" Angel continued seeming to get addicted to this side of the winged cat.

As the tension between them crackled with anticipation, Angel Dust felt a rush of excitement coursing through his veins. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Husk than met the eye. And as they bantered back and forth, flirting shamelessly in the dimly lit confines of the Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust couldn't help but fall a little more in love with the grumpy bartender who had unexpectedly stolen his heart.

I actually wrote a lot for this one.

I think I like how this turned out and I hope you will like it too. I really need to see them happy and get married and live happily togheter. I want to see some fluff of them soooooo bad.

I hope you enjoyed this because I certainly enjoyed writing this one-shot.

Thank you for reading, darling.

#hazbin hotel #fluff #angel dust #husk #hazin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #i want to see them happy

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For a moment it’s quiet

Word count: 1,594

Ship: HuskerDust (Husk x Angel Dust)

Summary: Angel wants cuddles from his boyfriend but it then leads to an interesting discovery.

THIS IS A TICKLE FANFICTION, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Author’s note: I just finished watching Hazbin hotel and Huskerdust is by far my favorite ship in the show so I felt I had to write something for them, I may check out Helluva Boss soon too so I may also write something for that as well depending on if I find anything interesting to write about in it. I think that’s all so happy reading!

“You know what time it is Husky?” Angel blurted out while swinging the door to his boyfriend’s bedroom open. “It is cuddle…Angel…o’clock.”

To put it simply, Angel was not expecting to see what he did when he opened the previously closed off bedroom door.

Husk was curled up on his bed in a nest of spare blankets, half empty bottles of alcohol and pillows, with one pillow tucked neatly underneath him while his arms were wrapped around it and his tail laid limp around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing his top hat or usual daytime clothes but a soft pair of two piece button up pajamas with white and black dice printed on that contrasted the dark red background of the pajamas.

Husk also didn’t seem too amused with Angel barging into his room without knocking but since it was Angel and he wouldn’t expect anything different out of him. Husk simply just sighed and replied with.

“Fine, I wish you luck in finding a spot to cuddle me, also stay away from my booze, also … Please don’t tell the others about this.”

Angel, still in a state of flustered gay shock from seeing the adorable display of his boyfriend, all sprawled out across his bed like a kitty cat. Slowly made his way over Husk’s bed and crawled onto it and over the lumps of blankets that were just barely visible in the dimness of Husk’s bedroom.

Angel never understood how Husk could live with never turning on the light switch in his room but according to Husk his vision was perfectly fine in low light environments.

Once Angel made his way over to Husk he wrapped all four of his arms around Husk, the upper pair around Husk’s neck and the lower pair circling around his waist.

And much to Angel’s surprise Husk let go of the pillow he was laying on and wrapped his arms around Angel’s shoulders in return with his resting a few inches in front of Angels as they laid parallel to each other on the bed.

Angel could feel his cheeks become pink at the close up view of his boyfriends face and he could see a tint of pink over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose but the implied emotions that the blush conveyed didn’t reach Husk’s half open yet completely awake eyes.

“You are so handsome Husky.” Angel stated aloud to Husk, which made the blush in his furry white face much more visible.

Angel smiled at his boyfriend’s reaction to being given a compliment and his smile only grew as he saw the pink tint reach up to Husk’s pointy tipped ears.

Having way too much love and affection to give to his boyfriend at that moment, Angel reached his upper right hand up to his boyfriend’s ear and began using the tips of his nails to scratch around the base of them.

The effect was instant, Husk’s muscles in Husk’s ear and the rest of his body went slack and Husk’s eyes went half lidded as a soft purr became audible in each of his exhales. Husk's head began to lean and nuzzle into Angel's hand silently pleading for the gentle scratches to not stop.

Angel had to hold back the squeal that tried to make its way up his throat and out past his lips, he didn’t want to ruin this moment of peaceful love between the two of them. So he quieted himself and kept scratching Husk’s head and ears, making sure to soak in the sound of his purring and the sight of Husk’s relaxed and spaced out facial expression.

This went on for a few minutes until Angel experimentally tried to rub the top part of Husk’s ear where the heart print and the red tip of his ear were but when he began rubbing the soft cartilage between his thumb and index finger Husk’s reaction suddenly changed.

Husk’s face morphed into a smile and made something that Angel could only describe as between a meow, squeal, and laugh in response to the touch that Husk would deny making for the rest of his life.

“OMG! Husky! That is the cutest noise ever!” Angel put the pieces together fast upon Husk’s response but he needed to see that reaction one more time to believe his theory.

“Hey! Knock it off Legs!” Husk commanded the spider sinner. Though the look in the spider’s two toned eyes told Husk exactly what he was thinking.

“Don’t even thiNK ahahahahahah! Nohohoho.” Husk’s words lost themselves as Angel’s fingers went back up to the colored parts of his ears and began to scratch and rub them.

Angel’s theory was confirmed. Husk’s ears were adorably ticklish.

Husk kept giggling while trying to get his hands free but Angel used his lower pair of arms to keep Husk’s arms pinned to his sides and keep Husk from moving away as well.

“Aww! Does that tickle darling?” Angel asked in his baby talk voice.

Husk’s face got redder at being teased but he somehow found it in him to nod his head to answer Angel’s question.

“Well all the better for me Babycakes. I just love to hear those giggles of yours.” Angel was having a lot of fun with this, after all it wasn’t everyday you got to see the grumpy yet observant bartender smiling and giggling while his ears were being tickled.

Husk would rather die a second death than admit it out loud but he was actually enjoying himself, but only a little. After all tickling is for children but Angel toying around with his ears was soothing in a way but was exhilarating in a different way.

Taking note of Husk’s ears flicking in his hand’s grasp, Angel moved his hands off his ears and brought his face closer to them. Then he took a deep breath and blew a puff of air onto Husk’s right ear.

Husk’s giggles went up an octave and his ear twitched aggressively at the contact of the cool air. Angel smirked wishing he had brought his phone to capture Husk being absolutely adorable but just seeing it in person was also great.

“You know, I’ve had clients with ‘sensitive’ ears before, but I’ve never had one with ticklish ears before. That must make you really special Husky.” Angel hummed his Husk’s ears, the vibrations of Angel’s voice causing a buzzing tickly sensation to spread throughout the canal of Husk’s ear.

As Angel kept blowing air onto Husk’s ears he couldn’t help but notice Husk actually seemed to be enjoying himself. Husk would definitely deny it if Angel asked him but he could see it in the way his tail swished back and forth with the tip thumping against Angel’s leg and his smile that was doing a poor job of hiding how genuine it was.

Though Angel decided to let Husk remain oblivious to Angel’s observation, If Husk wanted to tell him on his own terms, then Angel would accept that. At least for now.

After another minute Angel decided Husk had his fill and planted one kiss and the inner side of each of his ears, emitting one last shriek of a giggle out of Husk.

Angel Got back down face to face with Husk and watched as his boyfriend hazily giggled that last bits out of his system and met Angel’s eyes. Giving him the “You are lucky I love you otherwise I’d kill you for that” stare.

Of course Angel didn’t pay the look any mind. He did however want the soft and cuddly mood back so he reached up his hand and with two fingers scratched underneath Husk’s chin, right on the spot he knew to make any cat relax.

Once the sensation of Angel’s nails dragging back and forth under his chin clicked in his brain, Husk was reduced to a purring puddle.

His body instantly lost all of its tension from the tickling that happened earlier and out of pure feline instinct he pulled Angel closer to him and began to knead his paws over Angel’s stomach. Husk was never fond of cat-like instinct but being with Angel made him feel more comfortable with his sinner form because he knew Angel loved and respected him. That made Husk completely in love with Angel.

Angel let out a chuckle from the feeling of Husk pressing on his stomach but he couldn’t help but adore how cute Husk was being with him, he really should do this more often.

“That’s right Husky, just relax and let me take care of you. You take such good care of me, it’s only fair I do the same for you.” That part was an understatement to Angel. Husk always helps Angel with anything, making his favorite drinks for him, listening to him rant about his day and providing comfort on those tough nights after dealing with Val. Husk really does so much for him and everyone else in the Hotel. He really deserved more appreciation for everything he did for people.

That night was quiet in the hotel, at least to Angel and Husk. The noise of Nifty’s vacuum, the hum of Charlie and Lucifer talking as they walked down the hall, the subtle radiostatic that lingered in every corner of Husk’s mind, the phantom sensation ropes around Angel’s limbs had faded into the background as the two of them cuddled and for just a moment, everything seemed to be perfect and nothing was wrong.

#random #i love them #huskerdust tickles #hazbin hotel #angel dust #lee!husk #ler!angeldust #tickle fluff #tickle fic #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust

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collabpartners · 24 days

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 16

*Hey guys, we're back with another episode! This chapter/episode is published on April 18, 2024. If you guys like this episode, don't be afraid to reblog, heart it, and comment! Warning: blood and vulgar language. Enjoy!*

Episode Sixteen: The Bloody Massacre

Blitz drives his van out towards the middle of nowhere with Stolas on the passenger side.

Stolas turns his head and finds Octavia sitting next to Loona. Moxxie and Millie are holding hands and whispering comforting words to each other.

Stolas corners a small smile at the group until he sees the sight of Fizz sitting on the other side alone, gazing out of the window solemnly. With a frown, Stolas turns back ahead of the road and then to his current boyfriend.

He leans over to whisper to Blitz, “Blitzy, I can’t help but notice your friend, Fizz, seems depressed.”

Blitz looks over his shoulders to find Fizz sitting alone and then glances up at Stolas to whisper back, “I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I’m concerned about him,” Stolas says in a hushed tone. “Do you think you can talk to him about whatever he’s feeling?”

Blitz huffs. “Yeah, yeah, I will. We just need to get to your palace first.”

“Whenever you get a chance would be wonderful.”

Blitz arrives at the palace, now seeing what remains. The palace isn’t completely destroyed since the library section of the palace seems untouched by the flames with only a few burn marks. However, the rest of the palace doesn’t look good. The rooftops are off and the stone walls have holes to peer into the destroyed furniture.

“Holy shit,” Moxxie utters.

“Yeah,” Stolas mutters.

Blitz parks the van in front of the ruined palace. “Alright, team. Let’s split. Mox and Fizz will come with me and birdy to find the Grimoire. You ladies stay here and make sure no one comes here and hurt the princess.”

“Alrighty,” Millie replies while sharpening her axe.

“Have fun, girlies~!” Blitz responds in a feminine tone while the men hop out of the car and make their way towards the ruined castle.

Stolas giggles with owl sounds coming out of his beak. “Why did you say it in that voice?”

“I dunno,” Blitz says with a shrug. “I thought I spice up the farewells.”

“You sound fucking gay,” Fizz says with a small smile.

“Hey, I’m in a fucking gay relationship,” Blitz teases while referring to Stolas.

Fizz giggles, earning a small grin from Stolas.

“Good, keep making him laugh,” Stolas whispers to Blitz.

“Wait, what?” Blitz questions while watching his tall boyfriend walk away.

Moxxie peeks into the building. “Sir, do you think that there’s going to be enemies inside of this palace?”

“Eh, I don’t doubt it. So, let’s take caution, alright?” Blitz responds to Mox’s question.

The men enter the ruined palace.

“The library appears untouched,” Stolas says. “I’ll search there.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll cover your ass,” Blitz states with a flirty smirk.

Fizz snorts a bit at the tease, making Blitz smile.

The men walk further into the building while Moxxie sniffs something in the air.

“Why do I smell...blood?” Moxxie utters.

Fizz frowns at the sight of the dead bodies scattered around the floors.

“Damn it, Mox! You ruined his mood,” Blitz scolds while referring to Fizz.

“Well, excuse me. It’s not like I want to sour anyone’s mood on purpose,” Moxxie sasses his boss.

“Oh no, I’m fine, Blitz,” Fizz says while rubbing the back of his head.

The men walk up the stairs and towards the library.

“This is where my Grimoire is kept. You three stay out here while I search in the library,” Stolas instructs.

“Got it, your Highness,” Moxxie says with a salute.

Blitz takes out his pistol for protection. “Don’t take long.”

“Don’t worry, Blitzy~. I’ll be quick,” Stolas flirts and searches around the library for the Grimoire.

Fizz notices Blitz pointing the pistol high at the ceiling. He looks to the side for a moment, rubbing his robotic hands nervously to ask.

“Hey, Blitz?”

“Yeah?” Blitz responds to his name.

“If it’s not too much to ask, um, can you teach me how to shoot?” Fizz asks.

Blitz corners a wild grin. “Of course! I’d be happy to teach ya! Mox, keep an eye on the prince!”

“Uh, yes, sir,” Mox replies nervously.

Blitz guides Fizz away from the group. “I’ve been wanting to teach you how to shoot for a long time! One of the many first rules of owning a gun is to make sure you use it responsibly. Not irresponsibly. Also, don’t use the gun except when you intend to kill--”

Moxxie watches his boss walking away with Fizz and then looks back at Stolas, who searches through the burned books to find his Grimoire.

While Moxxie looks around the outside of the library, his eyes wander down to find a shadow of a familiar silhouette of a cowboy imp, moving to the side and disappearing. Moxxie gasps in fear and hurries into the library.

Stolas notices Moxxie rushing across the library. “What’s going on, Mox?”

Moxxie peers from the shattered window, trying to find the familiar cowboy imp.

~.~

Fizz manages to shoot the target that Blitz set up, but not hitting the bullseye in the separate room away from Stolas and Moxxie.

“Ooh, you almost got it,” Blitz says with an encouraging smile. “Just a little more to the left and you should be fine.”

“Thanks...these pistols vibrate on my hands.”

“You better get used to them if you are going to fight with them.”

Fizz offers the pistol back to Blitz. “Here--”

“Nah, you keep it. It may come in handy,” Blitz replies. “Here, I’ll go back to get more weapons to practice with--” As Blitz is about to walk out of the room, he sees Striker standing tall in front of him with yellow eyes glaring into his. Blitz immediately shuts the door that isn’t off its hinges yet.

Fizz turns to his friend with a confused look. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just keep--”

The gunshots echo, bursting through the closed door with holes around Blitz.

“Aw, fuck,” Blitz curses before Striker kicks down the door. The wooden door falls on top of Blitz as Fizz looks up at Striker in terror.

“Glad to see me, slut?” Striker growls before raising his arm to aim his pistol at Fizz.

Blitz kicks Striker’s ankle, stumbling Striker’s aim at Fizz. He leaps up on the cowboy’s back and wrestles him away from Fizz.

“Run, Fizz!” Blitz cries out before Striker slams the imp against the wall.

“Sir!” Mox calls from the library. Mox is about to run to help Blitz, but he feels a kick in the gut. Stolas jumps at the sudden movements as Mox looks up just in time to find his former father standing in front of him.

“You piece of shit,” Crimson growls.

Mox breathes heavily.

Stolas steps between Mox and Crimson. “If you want to hurt him, you’re going to have to go through me.”

With that said, he takes out his Grimoire book and draws symbols with his fingers, putting up a forcefield around Mox. He glares into Crimson’s eyes, the pink and purple glowing from his fists.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Stolas growls at Crimson.

Meanwhile, Striker drags Blitz across the wall and slams him against the wall near the window. Blitz grunts in pain while a vase falls beside him from the wooden shelf above him. He lifts his head to find Striker’s pistol aimed at him. However, Blitz kicks the gun up when Striker pulls the trigger, hitting the nail holding the shelf up instead of him. The shelf falls on Blitz, but he catch it and puts it up as a shield when he sees Striker attempting to slash him with his tail. Blitz swings the wooden board, hitting Striker with enough force to break the board.

Blitz charges towards Striker, attempting to get the gun out of his grasp. However, Striker slams Blitz on the floor and throws him against the wall near the doorway. Then the cowboy imp grabs Blitz by the throat and lifts him up to reach his eye level.

“It’s about time I get to end you,” Striker growls. “I’m going to have my fun with you.”

Blitz grunts in pain and struggles in Striker’s hold. “Gee, I didn’t realize you want to fuck me so badly. You could’ve just said it--”

Striker grips his throat tighter. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll blow your fucking brains.”

“Gee, man, that’s kind of kinky,” Blitz teases, choking the more tighter Striker holds him. “Hey, if you want a threesome, me and the royal prince will be happy to provide.”

Striker puts the gun up against Blitz’s head. “You know, how about I shoot you?”

Fizz watches this all in terror, cowering into the corner of the room. His throat is dried from withholding his cries. He looks at the pistol shakily and then up at Striker.

“How about you and I talk this out?” Blitz chokes.

“This is your end, Blitzo,” Striker growls at Blitz, unaware of Fizz aiming the gun up at Striker’s head.

“The o is silent, you fuck!” Fizz cries before pulling the trigger.

As soon as Striker turns around, the bullet crashes right into his forehead. Blitz widens his eyes in shock to find Striker bleeding from the head.

Striker growls and lets Blitz go. Striker storms towards Fizz until he falls forward and collapses. Fizz gasps in horror, finding Striker face-flat on the wooden floor.

“Holy shit, Fizz,” Blitz utters in shock and amazement. “Good fucking job. Just like what I taught you.”

Fizz stares at Striker’s dead body, kicking him over on his back to find his eyes shot open, blood trickling onto his nose. Blitz notices his clown friend starting to panic.

“Fizz?” Blitz calls, but Fizz doesn’t respond or look up at him.

Fizz glances at the pistol he’s holding and then back at the dead body. He starts to whimper in fear at first. Before Blitz can soothe or say anything comforting, Fizz whimpers switch to giggles almost quickly.

The giggles turn into maniacal laughter, gripping the pistol tightly.

They hear struggling in the library.

“I’m going to kill these fucks!” Fizz determines with a tight grip on the pistol.

“Fuck yeah!” Blitz says, pumping his friend up without realizing the insanity that follows. “Let’s go kill these fuckers!”

Fizz laughs mischievously before running out of the room.

Blitz wipes an invisible tear away proudly. “That’s my boy.” He looks at Striker’s dead body and huddles over to it. “Get fucked, motherfucker.” He gives Striker one last harsh kick and hurries to catch up with Fizz.

~.~

Stolas throws Crimson across the room, knocking the books over. Crimson raises his gun up to fire at Stolas. The bullet hit Stolas’ shoulder, causing him to stumble back against the couch. Crimson raises his gun to pull the trigger again, but Mox jumps in between Stolas and his former father.

“Please, Dad, this needs to stop!” Mox begs his father.

Crimson slaps Mox off of him. “I told you to not call me that!”

Stolas uses his telepathetic force to push Crimson away from Mox. “You should be careful with your next words.”

Crimson growls and starts to shoot at Stolas again, but this time, Stolas puts up an invisible shield to block the bullets. Mox wrestles with Crimson as Crimson starts to beat his disowned son in the face.

“You fucking failure!” Crimson growls.

He shoots at Stolas before Stolas can use his mind powers to push him back off of Mox again, distracting Stolas enough to beat Mox up more and bloody his face.

“You should never have been born, you motherfucker!” Crimson shouts, spits landing on Mox’s face. “Just die already--!”

The bullet crashes into the side of Crimson’s head, causing him to fall off of Mox.

Mox blinks in shock and looks up through blurred vision to find Fizz shooting at Crimson more with the bullets.

“Yeah, fuck him up, Fizz!” Blitz shouts in encouragement from behind the jester shooting at the mafia leader.

“Fizz, stop, he’s had enough!” Stolas yells in terror.

Fizz runs out of bullets as he reloads with the loaded clip taken out of his pocket and the empty one falling off. He notices more gang members outside and surrounding the girls. With a manaical laugh, Fizz jumps out of the window to go after the gang members.

“Yeah, Fizz! Fuck ‘em up!” Blitz cheers for his friend.

“Blitzy, he’s gone insane,” Stolas responds.

“Nah, he’s fine,” Blitz says while waving the statement off.

“Blitzy, your friend has not been in the right state of mind ever since he has been separated from Ozzie. You have to put a stop to this before he gets himself hurt,” Stolas cautions his short boyfriend.

“He’s fine,” Blitz reassures Stolas. “I’ll go help him.” He hops over the window to join Fizz into the fun.

Stolas huffs in annoyance and looks over to find Mox staring at his father’s dead body, no tears coming out of his eyes. Stolas walks over to Mox and places a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for your loss, little one,” Stolas replies.

Mox shakes his head, appearing numb to the grief. “I’ve already lost him a long time ago.” He stands up, hops over the broken window sill.

Stolas sighs sadly and steps over Crimson’s body to follow after Blitz and Mox.

~.~

Millie slashes the gangster with her axe while Loona bites one of the gangster imps’ heads off. Octavia stands there with doe-like eyes trembling at the sight of blood everywhere. Even Fizz joins with the pistol and starts shooting at the gang members coming at them.

“Come eat your bullets, you pieces of shits!” Fizz shouts while laughing like a manaic.

Millie notices this and leans over to Loona. “Is Fizz okay?”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Loona replies without looking at Fizz.

Octavia backs away from where the fight is, unaware that her mother is behind her. When the teen owl turns around, she finds her mother in the shadow, lifting up the shotgun at her head.

A fearful, but hopeful smile stretches across her face.

“Mum, you’re alive! Morrigan and Orais are taking over the worlds and it’s going to end! I know you and Dad have your differences, but you both can put aside your differences and--”

Stolas tackles Octavia away from Stella’s line of fire once Stella pulls the trigger of the shotgun. Octavia widens her eyes in shock while Stolas looks over his shoulder to glare at his ex-wife.

“Stella, stop!” Stolas shouts at her. “I know you hate me, and you can be mad at me all you want! I’ve done you wrong! But you have no right to take this hatred out on our daughter!”

Octavia gazes up at her father in confusion.

Stella growls, “Shut the fuck up!” She shoots again, but Stolas manages to grab his daughter and dodge out of the way.

“You love her, Stella!” Stolas shouts at his ex-wife. “I know that deep down somewhere in that bitter heart of yours, you still love our daughter!”

“I don’t love her, Stolas!” Stella confesses loudly enough for Octavia to hear. “That little egg came from your small dick and is a weakling! What if she grows up to be a cheating bastard like you?!”

“She’s nothing like us, Stella! And thank God for that!” Stolas barks back. “You know you don’t think that of Octavia!”

“I do!” Stella spits out. “I want everything you have! And in order to gain what I want, I have to kill you both!”

Stolas starts to tear up. “Stella, don’t...please, you don’t think that. Please.”

Octavia starts to tear up.

Stella glares at them, reloading her shotgun and aiming it at her family. “I’ll have a better family than you both.”

Stolas looks to find a holy knife on the ground and raises it up. “Stella, please--”

Stella pulls the trigger again, causing Stolas to take his daughter and dodge the bullets again. Stella charges towards Stolas, ready to fight him until he stabs her in self-defense.

Stella feels her stomach pierced by the holy knife, crippling her organs.

“You motherfucker,” Stella growls at Stolas. She collapses on the ground with the knife in her stomach.

Stolas’ hands tremble, tearing up. “Holy shit.”

Octavia breathes heavily and starts to sob.

Stolas turns around and comforts his daughter. “Shh, it’s okay, starfire. It’s okay--”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME MOM HATES ME?!” Octavia screams while shoving her father away from her. “Why did you lie to me?!”

“Oh, Via, I’m so sorry. I just...I just didn’t want you to view your mother as bad. I thought that deep down that she loves you more than anything and she’s acting out of her anger. But I guess I was wrong about her and you. I’m so sorry, my owlette,” Stolas utters while cradling his daughter.

Octavia sobs into her father’s chest, clutching at his shirt. “Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to me?”

“I’m so sorry.” That’s all Stolas can say at this moment while hugging his daughter, trying anything to get her to look away from her mother’s dead body.

~.~

Mox and Blitz join Fizz, Loona, and Millie in fighting with the gang members.

“There’s too many of them!” Mox alerts the others.

“We’re running out of bullets!” Blitz informs the group.

“Shit!” Loona shouts while slashing through the imps with her claws.

Fizz sees more gangsters with more guns. An idea coming to his head, he takes one of the dead gangster’s assault rifle. He starts firing bullets, killing incoming gangsters. More blood spills onto the ground, surprising the I.M.P crew.

“Get ‘em, Fizz!” Blitz cheers in support.

Fizz laughs more like a maniac. “I’m going to kill all of you fucks for harming Ozzie!”

“Wait, what?” Mox questions.

“You’re next, Morrigan and Orais!” Fizz shouts in determination and heads off with a laugh, leaving trails of dead bodies and blood.

Blitz widens his eyes in shock. “Aw, shit!”

“Way to encourage a maniac, sir,” Mox responds sarcastically.

“Hey, Fizz is no maniac!” Blitz yells at his friend.

Stolas approaches the scene with crying Octavia in his arms. “What’s going on?”

“Fizz is running off to kill Morrigan and Orais!” Millie states in concern.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Loona replies in worry.

Stolas looks at Blitz. “So, nothing to worry about, huh?”

“Hey, in my defense--” Blitz notices Octavia sobbing. “Is she okay?”

“Y-Yeah, um--”

“Oh, did that bitch come around again?” Blitz asks Stolas.

“YOU KNEW?!” Octavia cries.

Blitz leans away from her. “I’m staying out of this one, sweetie. Now, let’s focus on Fizz!” He runs back to his van. “Get in, motherfuckers!”

The crew heads back into the van including Stolas and Octavia.

“Where’s Fizz?” Octavia asks, wiping her tears away.

“Uuuum,” Blitz utters. “Do you want the long or the short version of the story?”

Stolas groans at his short imp boyfriend. “Blitzy.”

“Alright, alright. You tell it then.” Blitz starts to drive after Fizz like a maniac while Stolas explains to Octavia what happened before Stella came.

~.~

Fizz chuckles like a psychopath with an empty pistol and abandons his empty automatic rifle. He doesn’t realize he used the last of his bullets on the the gangster in his way of the entrance of the castle. He also doesn’t realize that there’s a camera installed on top of the pole, watching his every move as he goes to the side of the castle in an attempt to sneak in.

He uses his robotic arms to scale the castle walls, giggling as quietly as he can. He swings up towards the barred windows and peeks in to find his lover pale and wrinkly. Fizz stretches his arm, placing a hand on Ozzie’s shoulder.

Ozzie can barely turn his head to see Fizz outside of the barred window.

“Hold on, baby, I’m gonna kill these fuckers for you,” Fizz determines.

“No, Froggy, don’t--” Ozzie’s voice croaks but he’s too late to warn his lover of potential dangers as Fizz leaps away from the window like a frog skipping onto the next lilypad.

Unbeknownst to Fizz, Blitz drives the van towards the castle and notices the camera ahead. When the camera sharply turns to look at the van, Blitz veers the van off the road.

“Shit!” Blitz blurts out before slamming the brakes to stop the van at the edge of the cliff. Looking down, the crew can see from within the van a lake of fire with sinners swimming in it while screaming in agony. There seems to more of them than Blitz thought. Luckily for them, Blitz manages to hide the vehicle behind the bushes, away from the camera’s view.

Blitz looks up to find Fizz scaling on the side of the castle. He looks at the others. “You guys stay here. I’ll be right back. Millie, do you think you can take out the camera?”

“On it,” Millie responds while kissing battered-up Moxxie on the cheek and hopping out of the van.

Blitz gets out of the van and waits in the bushes while the others wait anxiously in the van.

Millie climbs up the pole without being seen and smashes the camera into pieces with a feral animal sounds. She gives Blitz the thumbs up, letting him hurry towards the side of the castle.

Blitz takes out his grappling gun and uses it to scale the side of the castle to get to Fizz faster.

Back to Fizz, the clown jester imp continues to climb up towards the tower, passing by the barred windows where it’s revealed that the angels are held in iron cages, their powers drained by the cages they’re trapped in.

Fizz doesn’t pay much attention before climbing up towards where the lab is. When he peeks into the lab through the open window, he sees Morrigan stirring potions in her black cauldron with small hums to herself.

There she is. An open target. Perfect.

Fizz takes out his empty pistol, ready to aim it at Morrigan.

Morrigan stops stirring, her hand slightly lift up from the wooden ladle.

Before Fizz can pull the trigger, Blitz leaps from the side and tackles Fizz away from the window and out of sight.

Morrigan turns around, looking out of the empty view. She walks over to the window, her gaze wondering around it. She’s unaware of Blitz hiding both him and Fizz on the rooftop. Blitz has his arm over Fizz while his legs and arm wrap around Fizz’s robotic arms and sides.

From the lab, Orais enters the lab.

“Vox says he saw something on camera before it got destroyed--” Orais stops his sentence to notice his wife staring at the view. “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“Nothing, I thought I heard a disturbed spirit,” Morrigan says before shutting the window. “But it must be in my imagination.”

Blitz sighs in relief as soon as he hears the window closing, struggling to keep Fizz still.

“Stay still, you maniac,” Blitz growls lowly. He presses his ear against the rooftop to try to hear the conversation between Morrigan and Orais, but their conversation are muffled. He hears footsteps walking away and exiting the lab, sighing again in relief.

Fizz bites Blitz’s arm. When Blitz yelps and draws his arm away from Fizz, Fizz shoves Blitz off of him.

“What the fuck, Blitz?! I had her!” Fizz shouts at Blitz with angry tears. He’s about to leap off the rooftop to go for the kill again, but Blitz holds him back.

“No, you don’t! You would’ve gotten fucking killed if it weren’t for me! So, you’re welcome!” Blitz argues back.

Fizz shoves Blitz again and raises a gun to aim at his friend, his finger accidentally pulling the trigger out of a knee-jerk reaction.

Blitz winces back and witnesses the gun making a clicking sound without a bullet going off.

Fizz’s hand trembles at the grip of the gun, immediately lowering it. “S-Shit, I-I’m sorry--”

Blitz draws his brows together and strides towards his friend, snatching the gun out of his grasp. “You’re lucky that it’s empty, you bastard! You could’ve blown my fucking head off!”

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--”

“And you’re going to kill these bastards with an empty pistol?! What’s going through your head, man?!”

Fizz breathes heavily, his limbs shaking. “I’m going to fucking kill them both!” He attempts to get off the roof to enter the lab through the closed window, but Blitz stops him by taking his arm and yanking him away from the edge. He puts the gun away.

“This is suicide! You know that! I know that! So, cut it out!”

“Get out of my way, Blitz!”

Blitz stands in front of Fizz with a determined glare at him. “No. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

Fizz snarls and starts to run to the side of his friend, but Blitz tackles Fizz away from the edge of the roof.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

“Not unless you cut it out!” Blitz shouts at the clown jester.

“Why can’t you just leave me like you did before?!” Fizz shoves Blitz away.

“You know damn well why!!”

Fizz growls and starts slamming his robotic fists onto Blitz’s head. Blitz shields his face with his arm. Fizz cries in fury and frustration as he slams his fists harder against Blitz’s arm.

“Cut it out, Fizz!” Blitz yells. “I’ve left you once! I’m not doing it again!”

“Then maybe you should, because I can’t live without Oz!” Fizz blurts out, now tears trickling down his cheeks. “I-I can’t--I can’t---” Fizz collapses on his knees, breaking down sobbing.

Blitz looks at his arm to find bruises on it, but he doesn’t care. He sees his friend wailing with his fists gripping at his chest. The hat falls off, revealing his broken horns.

Blitz gasps in shock at the sight of the horns. “Fizz--”

Fizz stares at the ground, his eyes puffy. “I try to pull my shit together. I--I’ve tried. But no matter what, I can’t see myself without being next to Ozzie. And it hurts so fucking much just seeing those bastards torturing the shit out of him! I want them dead! I--I want them all dead!”

Blitz softens his gaze at his friend and picks up his jester hat. He kneels down and rubs Fizz’s shoulders affectionately, earning a gaze from his friend.

“I know,” Blitz says softly. “And they will pay for what they did to him. They will all pay for the pain and suffering they’re causing our group. But you can’t just go charging in the castle full of armed guards and powerful beings. They will tear you limb from limb if you even try it. You understand that, don’t you?”

Fizz sniffles and nods hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, Fizz. We’ll get him back,” Blitz says, putting the jester hat back on Fizz to cover the broken horns. “I don’t know when. But it will be soon. You just need to hang on longer.”

“How much longer?” Fizz asks.

Blitz shrugs. “Just a little longer. C’mon, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Blitz picks Fizz and has him wrap his robotic limbs around his body.

“I-I’m sorry,” Fizz stutters.

“Nah, it’s all good. I understand. Hang on,” Blitz responds before swinging on the side of the castle, unaware that both Blitz and Fizz are caught on video by the camera attached to the pole on top of the rooftop they are just on top of.

~.~

In the computer lab, Vox sits back on his gamer chair and stares up at all the cameras around them with the video of Blitz and Fizz talking taking up a third of the screen in front of him. He corners a small smirk and leans back against the chair.

“Well, well, soon, huh?” Vox utters out loud to himself.

He swipes onto the other screen to find the van pulling out to get away from the castle. He pauses the video and is able to zoom in to transcribe the license plate in front of him. Then a ringing sounds comes from the other screen, causing him to roll over to the other side. He hears the button press.

“Hello?” Charlie’s familiar voice echoes in the recording.

“Hey, Princess, we’re on our way to you. Where are you guys at?” Blitz responds in the recording.

The recording becomes static, but Vox can still hear the message pretty clearly.

“We’re at--Carmilla Carmine--you know---where angelic weapons are sold.”

“Ah, shit, I know that place. We’ll be-- in five minutes.”

“Perfect! See you--guys there!”

Vox hears the recording ends with a small smirk. He takes out his own phone to text in the group text that involves Velvette, Orais, Morrigan, and Valentino.

“I know where our rebels are,” Vox texts the group.

Valentino sends the message with a ring. “I sensed Angel’s horniness. He’s making out with his fucking boyfriend!”

Vox sighs irritably while seeing more texts from Velvette trying to calm Valentino.

Then a smile corners on his lip.

“Maybe it’s about damn time we pay Alastor and his little friends a visit,” Vox says with a small chuckle.

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #huskerdust #helluva boss blitz #fizzaroli helluva boss #stolas goetia #helluva boss loona #stolitz #helluva boss #stella helluva boss

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blackypanther9 · 9 days

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Masterlist to all the Masterlists of mine

RULES!!!!:

I do not write:

Pedophelia

Incest, Stepcest, etc.

fucked up shit like that.

What I might not write:

Some kinks. (I don't know all of them but there might be some I feel not comfy with)

What I write (Sexual orientation wise):

HETERO (Man x Woman)

GAY (Man x Man) OR (Woman x Woman)

INTERSEXUAL (People with BOTH genders)

GENDERFLUID (Might be horribly explained, I ain't Genderfluid, but practically that is when you feel like a man one day and in five weeks you feel like a woman and dress and behave as such how you feel)

TRANSGENDER (Man in a Woman's body or the other way around, Don't hate me I try to keep this short and simple here !!)

ASEXUAL (Repulsed by the bare mention of the S word OR isn't repulsed by it, but isn't really interested in it (I think it is called Gray Ace...?)

GENDERNEUTRAL/NON - BINARY (Which mostly means no Gender so They/Them I CAN'T USE THAT IN SMUT THOUGH IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME A SEX ON THE BODY !!! So tell me which they have !)

What I usually write:

Dom!Reader x Sub!Character (But you CAN also ask the other way around)

Character ships I will write for:

Any Character x Reader (Name a Gender though !)

Also write Character x Character ( Like...Alastor x Rosie where they just gossip or Charlie and Vaggie with romance or smut)

(I also don't mind to Genderswap. So instead of Charlie being a Female, she is a Male or a different gender. You give me your thoughts and I will try to turn it into a Oneshot !)

Characters I will NOT write for:

The Vees (Hazbin Hotel) Adam (Hazbin Hotel) Lute (Hazbin Hotel) Sera (Hazbin Hotel) They can be mentioned or play a role but I don't do ANY ships with them and the Reader. They can be shipped with each other though, I suppose. And Vox can be friends with Reader, but no romantic shtick. (Still needs to be added)

What I allow to write as Relationship stuff:

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS (Friends, friends turning to Family, like Siblings and stuff...Surrogate Brother/Sister if I am not mistaken we call such, right ?)

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS (Nothing perverted ! Just you know Father - Son relationship, Brother x Brother Relationship and all that stuff, Family relationships are NOT allowed to be SMUT !!!)

What I will write:

ANGST

FLUFF

WHOLESOMENESS

SMUT

HURT/COMFORT

I am usually open minded about a lot, but still I am setting some ground rules. This is all in case I open requests, so keep the page in your line of sight at all times !!

DISCLAIMER !: I do NOT support rape, abuse and other bad behavior ! This is pure fanfiction and fantasy ONLY ! People who can get easily triggered by it, DON'T FUCKING READ IT ! Warnings are at the very top of the beginning smut shot, so READ THEM BEFORE you read the fic !

Reblogging is ALLOWED, but REPOSTING is NOT allowed !!!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !!!

LOKI LAUFEYSON/ODINSON x READER

Let me tell you a story…Loki x Reader ? (MASTERLIST)

LOKI X READER SMUT MASTERLIST

Loki x Reader Smut Masterlist 2 !

MASTERLIST OF LOVING SOMEONE IS HARD, TO KEEP THEM SAFE IS EVEN HARDER...(Loki x Male!Reader)

Masterlist of Loki x Reader Oneshots x little stories

Friends (Loki x Fem!Reader) Masterlist (COMPLETED !!)

The mischievous one (Loki x Fem!Reader) Masterlist

Loki x Reader -> Killer Love MASTERLIST ! (Discontinued)

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Loki Laufeyson/Odinson x Reader with another Fandom Crossover

"The Spook - Loki x Reader (Marvel x Fnaf Crossover)" MASTERLIST

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Halloween Masterlist (2020,2021,2022...)

Lokius (Mobius x Loki) Masterlist

Christmas Masterlist (Loki x Reader)

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Other Characters without Reader input

Marvel Ships (No Reader input)

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Other characters x Reader (With another Fandom crossover)

Masterlist Bruno Madrigal x Male!Reader with another Fandom Crossover

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Other

Funny doodles

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Sites where you can also find me

YouTube

AO3

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MY SIDE BLOGS

@skulduggery-pleasant-bp9

@update-blog-bp9

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toyafreethoughts · 26 days

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Hazbin Hotel Crew with a Kylar! Reader

A/N: this is the first time I actually wrote something on my own HELP. and I guess this is a good start for ppl to send in requests !! I started playing this game and kylars character was just too funny 😭 this better not flop.

Characters Involved: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer.

WARNINGS: Reader is GN, This is all platonic too and the reader is a fucking dumbass :// also here’s the link if anyone wants to know Kylar’s character better :)

When the reader first arrived at the hotel let me tell you… they were fucking scared

Well… not really, they honestly don’t know why the reader really ended up in hell, all they know is that the reader just has no brain. Vaggie was very suspicious of you, she had to stop you from doing some dumb shit like jumping off the roof to leave the hotel (charlie wouldn’t let you and there were police cars surrounding the hotel)

“I’ll fucking jump off this roof if I don’t leave the hotel NOW!!!!”.

Pretty much everyone is so sick at this point LMAO. But it’s even more worse if you and nifty get involved.

And poor husker he had too put up with so much stuff from you, but usually you, angel and him get into some mischief and that ends up with you recording a video with you and angel destroying an entire room together.

“Filmmaking is for pussies fuck yeah!”

And then you decided to show the entire crew the video, just one word… they were in shock.

But really, everyone thought you were (kind of) funny in the end. You were cool hanging out with but some jokes went too far at some point and either charlie, vaggie or husk would have to get you out of those situations.

I feel like charlie might have ran out of hope at this point, how the fuck do you even end up in hell? Did Heaven really not wanna deal with you? I mean I kinda know why, they use you as an example!

Lucifer has also used you as a reason why all sinners are destroyers. When he met you he was also terrified when he saw a video of you destroying an entire room.

Lucifer definitely doesn’t wanna see or even deal with you. It’s probably another way why other overlords will probably never make deals with you… hopefully…

You also talk shit about a lot of people with angel dust a lot, which charlie may have had to talk with you about but it’s hopeless since you would keep doing it.

Also they made sure you have tried to not break your legs, since I decided that’s how you would die. Charlie felt really bad for you since you like lacrosse (or any kind of sport yall wanna think of that you like) a lot and you were scared you wouldn’t be able to play it anymore and how you told her that was your entire life basically, the only thing making you happy.

“Aw shit!!! My legs are in pieces”

If any of the men from the hotel were to try and date you I know you would (jokingly…) say “I’m not into that gay shit… yeah hell no”. But I’m reality I think they would be too terrified to try and date you, they’ll think it’ll turn into a disaster.

A/N: Well I tried. My writings starting to get better so if anyone has any requests feel free to send some in!!!

#[❁] albert / jaxrel posts !#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n

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the-hydra-sys · 4 months

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Serpent Hill - Frequent Fronters

Most frequent fronters above the cut, less frequent ones below!

Echo - 🦊

Echo is our primary gatekeeper. They ageslide very frequently, but typically stay in the range of a middle. They use they/them and identify as nonbinary and aroace. They adore foxes, and the colour green. Sometimes, even just seeing a picture of a fox is enough to get them into co-front. They love chaos and pranks, and have a secondary role as a chaos holder. They hold a lot of our ADHD too. They also have a habit of befriending absolutely everyone they come across.

Crimson - ♦️

Crimson is Echo's symbiote & protector, and we classify the two as a subsystem. Crimson doesn't identify as a person, but doesn't really mind if you classify him as one. He rarely talks, and typically only interacts with people if Echo is in trouble. His pronouns are down as "he/him + any."

Void - 💜

Void is our primary protector. Xe's known for his loyalty to his family and xeir aggression to anyone who threatens it. Xe can be very cold at times, and typically refrains from interacting with people. He uses he/xe pronouns and identifies as gay (nwlnw). He likes purple and hoodies. You probably won't see many posts from him, but you may see posts about xem.

Lexi - ✨

Lexi is Void's sister, and a very cheerful & happy-go-lucky albeit mildly chaotic alter. She's known as the token lesbian of our system (despite not being the only lesbian) and she's pretty flirtatious. She uses she/xe but doesn't really care - as long as it's not masculine, she'll roll with it. She doesn't have a gender identity label, but she aligns with a feminine gender. Xe likes orangey-gold colours, guitars and sunsets.

Michael - 🧪 or 🥼

Michael J Davis is an immortal scientist, frozen at a physical age of around 28. His mental age is closer to roughly 80 billion, and he's travelled all around the universe in his source. He adores science, and loves tinkering with the science and magic of headspace, breaking laws of physics that wouldn't be possible in the real world and creating new (and usually a little deadly) machines. He's brothers with Clara and has a whole host of kids. He's associated with the colour blue, and he'll probably offhandedly mention the craziest source memories and/or the weirdest advice ever that you've never heard before.

Kaz - 🪼

Kaz is an idiot /pos with a tendency to get in trouble. He's 19ish, and very gay. He's a semihuman, and he likes cyan. Officially, he uses "he/she/they/xe/it/zyr/blyss," but unofficially he likes it when people get creative. When referred to by pronouns that aren't he, it can stop him in his tracks for a second because he's not used to it, but he really doesn't care about what pronouns people use all that much. He'll probably post about his boyfriend, so be warned. /lh. He's also siblings with Void, Lexi, Hayden Jr, and the rest of that family.

Angel Dust - 🌸

Heya toots, I'm Angel. Fictive of Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel, we hyperfixated a lil too hard. I'm pretty source connected and I like sourcemates, but if you're a source connected V then I ain't talkin to ya, sorry. If ya ain't source connected it really depends.

Clara - 🩺

Clara is a lovely, albeit terrifying, lady. She's a doctor and spends most of her time in the medbay, healing people. She's an adoptive mother to Void and Lexi, as well as over 20 other kids. She's a caretaker but can quickly turn more ferocious than any protector if a child is being threatened. She has a strong eastern european accent (most likely derived from the body's parents) and takes on a motherly, caring role. She identifies with she/hyr pronouns and is somewhere on the aroace spectrum. She likes faded dark blue colours, and also happens to be Michael's non-biological little sister.

Nick - 🎗️

Nick is Michael's lab partner (..they're gay.) and he spends most of his time in the lab. He has amateur fire powers and is fireproof to an extent. Originally, he's a hero!Sapnap fictive from one of those vigilante AUs, but he's very source seperated. He uses most masculine and androgynous pronouns, and likes when people try out new neos for him. He likes the colour orange and he's around 30 years old.

Celskar - 🫧

Celskar uses any pronouns, and he likes neopronouns. He and Michael are queer. He likes shimmering colours, and his favourite is a shimmery purpley-silvery-blue. I'm not putting too much about him here as he's very source-connected and I don't want to put stuff about his source without consent.

Orion - 🪽

Orion uses he/xe/other pronouns, and is associated with pale orangey-yellow colours. He's a self-branded fuckboy, and flirts with almost every alter in our system above the age of like 20. He's a mortal turned immortal, and his physical age is somewhere in the mid 20s. While he can come off pretty strong, he does respect boundaries and will stop flirting with someone if they tell him to. He has desaturated blue hair and gold eyes.

Hayden Jr - 💠

Hayden Jr is the host of a subsystem and the younger brother of Void and Lexi. They're genderqueer and on the aroace spectrum. They like blues and greens, but when picking a colour they tend to lean towards light blues.

Fran - 🦌

Fran is an absolute sweetheart. They're genderfluid, and in their mid 30s. They have a sanctuary-like area and take care of all littles without parents. They often help Clara with her kids as she typically has her hands full at the medbay anyway. They like dark forest greens, and they're a semihuman alter. They have large antlers with flowers blooming from them and large fluffy ears. They are sometimes a satyr and sometimes have human legs, it fluctuates and they've been seen with both.

Sior - 🐺

Sior is our secondary gatekeeper and an absolute sweetheart. He uses he/they/xe. He's a teenager, and he has a heart made of gold. He's part wolf, part weird-bird-thing, and part human. He will not shut up about the wolf side. /lh. He rambles a lot and often gets sidetracked - probably due to his role as a holder of our ADHD. He has an innersys boyfriend, Zack, and the two spend a lot of time together. He's also the son of Celskar and Mateo, but you probably won't hear much about Mateo as he rarely fronts.

Zack - 🛡️

Zack is pretty much the polar opposite of Sior - quiet, focused, and pretty introverted. He loves art and values his alone time just as much as his time with people, though he often lets Sior intrude on both. He usually takes co when Sior's fronting to make sure he doesn't get himself into any trouble. He's the son of Harry D, and the two can often be found playing cards or chess in their common area's lounge.

Katris - 🪄

Katris is the most powerful magic user in our system. He's also 15. One of Michael's kids, Katris is adept at magic and can often do complicated spells that fix things others didn't even know could be fixed. Michael often allows him to help around the lab, and sometimes he can be found helping Clara in the medbay. Now and then, Michael and him can be found watching movies or training together. Katris uses he/they pronouns and is on the aroace spectrum.

Charlie - 🐏

Charlie is a "weird goat - fairy - thing." His pronouns are "he/him but funky," and everything else about him is pretty much just as odd. He improv-swears when stressed and tends to be on the anxious side. He's very gay for his boyfriend(?) and he gets hyper easily. He's on the younger side, around 16 or 17, and he's associated with dark maroon colours.

Lacey - 📋

Lacey is pretty serious, and tends to seem strict. She wears her hair up and has dark glasses as well as a black mask. She's often found hanging around Kaz and Charlie. She uses non-masculine pronouns.

Davina - 💎

Davina's genderfluid, but typically aligns with femme genders. When talking about her and not knowing which gender she currently is, she prefers people use she/they. She's twins with Devin, though he's technically older by a day since she was born just after midnight - a fact he always holds over her. She's very kind and caring in general.

Elliot / Dream - 🟢

Elliot is a fictive from the series Since I Saw Vienna (I'll put down my roots when I'm dead & sequels). He is not c!Dream, or cc!Dream, do not treat him as such. He's decently source connected and doesn't mind talking with sourcemates. He's brothers with our Aftershock fictive and friendly with our Vincent fictive (both from the same source). He fronts now and then but typically prefers to mask as other alters or leave himself down as blurry or anon.

Vincent - 🎶

Vincent is a fictive form the same source as Elliot. He's Aftershock's dad, and the two are very close. He uses he/him pronouns but doesn't mind if people use they for him. He's a protector and takes care of people who aren't able to take care of themselves. He's very dad-like and gets overprotective easily. He's in his 30s.

Vi - 🧤

Vi doesn't front much, but she's still around a lot, and people probably will mention her. She's a fictive from Arcane, and while she has a lot of source memories she isn't super connected to it. She's dating our Caitlyn fictive from the same source, and she helps Clara out around the medbay a lot. She uses she/xe pronouns, and is okay with sourcetalk, but asks you don't presume she's exactly like source - she isn't. She doesn't like talking to source-connected Silco introjects, but if they aren't source connected then she's completely fine with them.

Technoblade - 👑

Technoblade uses he/him pronouns. He doesn't front much, but he's very protective over his little sibling (Echo). He's a fictive from an antarctic empire fic, and is really close with a Phil from the same fic.

There are a lot more, but if any others start fronting more frequently I'll edit this and add them! - Echo

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sofiamantegafan110 · 10 months

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NEW X-MEN EPISODE 8

EPISODE 8: U-MUTANTS PART 1

WE OPEN UP ON A BLACK-AND-WHITE CAMERA FEED OF A SCHOOL AUDITORIUM AS A PIMPLE-FACED TEENAGER STANDS ONSTAGE HOLDING A NOW-SMOKING GUN. HE STANDS OVER THE DEAD BODY OF ANOTHER TEEN, ASKING IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO SNEER AT HIS COMIC COLLECTION, OR MOCK HIS ANIME DVDS, OR COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW HIS SO-CALLED “OBSESSION” WITH MUTANTS. HE SAYS THAT HE’S PROUD TO BE A GEEK, AND HE’S PROUD TO BE PART OF THE INTERNATIONAL U-MAN ARMY.

HE THEN SAYS THAT THE REASON WHY HE KILLED ARTHUR SWIFT, ATHLETE, MORON AND BULLY, HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM BEING A STEREOTYPICAL JOCK. IT WAS MOSTLY BECAUSE OF HIS BIG SECRET. YES, ARTHUR SWIFT WAS A CLOSET GAY, BUT THAT’S NOT THE SECRET HE’S TALKING ABOUT. HE REACHES INTO HIS POCKET AND PULLS OUT A PAIR OF EYES, HOLDING THEM PROUDLY.

BOY: ARTHUR WAS ALSO A MUTANT. AND THESE ARE HIS X-RAY EYEBALLS.

HE GRINS AND SAYS THAT WHEN HE JOINS THE U-MEN AND HAVE THEM IMPLANTED, THEY’LL BE HIS EYES. AND THEN THE WEIRD WILL BE KINGS. NO GIRL IN THE HALL WILL BE SAFE FROM HIS X-RAY…

SUDDENLY, HE FALLS TO THE GROUND, A SMALL HOLE IN HIS HEAD. THE CAMERA TURNS OVER TO THE AUDITORIUM’S ENTRANCE AS A POLICE OFFICER ENTERS, HOLDING A GUN. THE CAMERA FEED IMMEDIATELY CUTS OUT.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS.

WE OPEN UP AT XAVIER’S WHERE CESSILY, CLARICE, SOFIA, SANTO, JULIAN, SOORAYA, JAY, MEGAN, ROXY, CAM, AURA, ANGELO, JENNY, AND SHELA SIT ON THE COUCH IN THE LOUNGE. CESSILY LOOKS OVER AT THE TABLE WHERE HER LAPTOP RESTS ALONGSIDE SOME POPCORN, CANDY, AND SODA BEFORE ANNOUNCING THAT THEY’RE ALL SET TO WATCH THE PILOT EPISODE OF HAZBIN HOTEL. SOFIA STATES HER EXCITEMENT BEFORE ASKING WHAT IT IS. SOORAYA IMMEDIATELY SAYS THAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT IT IS EITHER.

CESSILY: WELL, FIRST OFF, THE SHOW TAKES PLACE IN HELL. IT’S ABOUT THE DAUGHTER OF SATAN, CHARLIE, AND WHEN SHE SEES THAT THEY’RE HINDERING OVERPOPULATION IN HELL BY EXTERMINATING PEOPLE, SHE COMES UP WITH AN IDEA TO MAKE A HOTEL THAT REHABILITATES SINNERS SO THAT THEY CAN EVENTUALLY GO TO HEAVEN.

SOFIA SMILES, SAYING THAT THE SHOW SOUNDS INTERESTING, AND CESSILY WARNS HER THAT THERE ARE SOME ADULT JOKES IN THE VIDEO. SOFIA AND SOORAYA NOD BUT BEFORE CESSILY CAN PRESS PLAY, EMMA FROST SENDS OUT A TELEPATHIC MESSAGE REQUESTING X-23 AND HELLION TO REPORT TO HER OFFICE. JULIAN SIGHS AND WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM WHILE CESSILY FAKE-BEGS HIM TO COME BACK.

OUTSIDE, MONET WATCHES THEM ALL IN THE LOUNGE WITH A SIGH BEFORE DANI WALKS UP TO HER, DRESSED IN WINTER CLOTHES. SHE TELLS HER THAT IT’S MUCH WARMER INSIDE, BUT MONET TELLS HER THAT SHE’S FINE. DANI IMMEDIATELY ASSESSES THAT MONET DOES FEEL BAD ABOUT THE TRICK SHE PULLED ON HALLOWEEN, AND MONET TURNS AWAY FROM HER. DANI TELLS HER THAT IT’S ALL RIGHT. WHATEVER SHE HAS ON HER SHOULDERS, SHE CAN LET IT OUT.

MONET: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ME. I’M BLACK, MUSLIM, AUTISTIC, AND FRENCH, AND MY DAD HAS LOTS OF MONEY AND WEALTH. PEOPLE LOOK AT ME AND THEY SEE SOMEONE WHO THEY SHOULD BE SCARED OF. SO I JUST PLAYED ALONG. BITCHED MY WAY TO THE TOP. AND THEN… THEN JULIAN DUMPED ME, AND I WAS PISSED. I MADE A MISTAKE, BUT I DON’T THINK JULIAN WILL FORGIVE ME.

DANI: THAT’S GREAT, MONET. AND THE FIRST STEP TOWARD HEALING IS ACCEPTING THAT YOU NEED TO BE HEALED. COME INTO MY OFFICE LATER AND WE’LL TALK.

AS DANI WALKS OFF, MONET LOOKS BACK AT HER, ALMOST LIKE SHE’S CONSIDERING THE IDEA.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN AND LAURA WAIT OUTSIDE EMMA’S OFFICE AND JULIAN ASKS HER IF THEY’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT (IT BEING THE SORT OF KISS THAT THEY HAD WHEN LAURA ALMOST DIED). LAURA IGNORES HIM WHILE THE DOOR OPENS. ALANI WALKS OUT AND EMMA TELLS THEM TO COME IN.

WHEN THEY WALK IN, EMMA TELLS THEM THAT THEY MUST ALREADY KNOW WHY SHE WANTS THEM THERE, BUT JULIAN AND LAURA SAY THAT THEY HAVE NO IDEA. EMMA THEN ASKS THEM IF THEY’VE SEEN THE NEWS, BUT LAURA SAYS THAT SHE WAS MEDITATING WITH SOORAYA, AND JULIAN SAYS THAT HE WAS ABOUT TO WATCH TV WITH THE OTHERS. EMMA SIGHS, COMMENTING ABOUT KIDS TODAY BEFORE TURNING ON THE MINIATURE TELEVISION IN HER OFFICE.

REPORTER: MELITA GARNER HERE WITH CHANNEL THIRTEEN NEWS. LAST NIGHT, MARTHA JOHANNSON, THE SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER OF THE GOVERNOR OF SAN FRANCISCO, RAN AWAY, LEAVING A NOTE WRITTEN IN HER OWN LUMINOUS BLOOD. MARTHA WAS CONFIRMED TO HAVE BEEN A MUTANT THE PREVIOUS DAY, WHICH MAY HAVE CAUSED HER TO RUN AWAY FROM HOME. WITH THE CURRENT THREAT OF THE TERRORIST GROUP KNOWN AS THE U-MEN, WHO HAVE MADE A NAME FOR THEMSELVES IN THE GRUESOME ACT OF KILLING MUTANTS AND GRAFTING THEIR BODY PARTS ONTO THEMSELVES, MARTHA’S FAMILY IS VERY CONCERNED AND WORRIED FOR THEIR DAUGHTER. AS OF NOW, POLICE AND THE FBI HAVE FOUND NO LEADS AS TO HER WHEREABOUTS.

EMMA THEN EXPLAINS THAT THIS POOR GIRL NEEDS THE X-MEN’S HELP, AND THIS COULD BE A GOOD TRIAL RUN TO SEE HOW THEY WORK IN THE FIELD. BEFORE JULIAN CAN ASK WHY SHE CAN’T RECRUIT THE WHOLE SQUAD, OR SIGN UP THE HELLIONS FOR THE OPERATION, EMMA DISMISSES THEM. AS THEY LEAVE, JULIAN GRINS, SAYING THAT HE’S ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A DETECTIVE. HE’S ALWAYS THOUGHT OF HIMSELF AS A SHERLOCK HOLMES TYPE, AND HE THEN COMMENTS THAT WEDNESDAY ADDAMS ALSO HAS SOME DETECTIVE SKILLS. LAURA GIVES HIM A SARCASTIC LOOK BEFORE WALKING OFF.

JULIAN: *TO HIMSELF* IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A COMPLIMENT.

AS THEY WALK OFF, THE OTHER STUDENTS HAVE BEGUN WATCHING THE VIDEO, AND MUSIC STARTS TO PLAY ON THE SCREEN.

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- CHARLIE -

"AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW THERE'S HAPPINESS, AND TO FIND IT OFTEN I'VE TRIED, BUT MY LIFE IS A RACE, JUST A WILD GOOSE CHASE, AND MY DREAMS HAVE ALL BEEN DENIED. WHY HAVE I ALWAYS BEEN A FAILURE? WHAT CAN THE REASON BE? I WONDER IF THE WORLD'S TO BLAME, I WONDER IF IT COULD BE ME. I'M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS, WATCHING CLOUDS DRIFTING BY, MY SCHEMES ARE JUST LIKE ALL MY DREAMS, ENDING IN THE SKY."

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SOFIA STATES HER AMAZEMENT THAT THE SHOW HAS MUSICAL NUMBERS, AND CESSILY TELLS HER THAT SHE KNEW SHE’D LIKE IT.

CLARICE: Y’KNOW, MY LITTLE RIVER LILY DEFS HAS A GOOD SINGING VOICE HERSELF.

CESSILY: WAIT. YOU GUYS HAVE PET NAMES FOR EACH OTHER NOW?

CLARICE: YUP.

CESSILY CACKLES AS SHELA SAYS THAT WHOEVER PLAYS CHARLIE HAS GOOD PIPES, WHICH CAM AGREES TO.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN AND LAURA HEAD OVER TO THE JOHANNSON’S PLACE, WHICH APPEARS TO BE DESERTED. JULIAN HAS, OF COURSE, DRESSED HIMSELF IN A SHERLOCK HOLMES HAT, AND COMMENTS THAT THE PARENTS MUST’VE MOVED OUT AFTER MARTHA RAN AWAY. THEY THEN HEAD OVER TO MARTHA’S ROOM, WHICH, AS JULIAN DESCRIBES IT, SEEMS LIKE A STEREOTYPICAL TEEN GIRL BEDROOM.

LAURA IGNORES HIM AND NOTICES A GLOWING LIQUID SUBSTANCE ON THE WALL. SHE WALKS UP TO IT AND JULIAN REALIZES THAT IT MUST BE THE GLOWING BLOOD THAT THE REPORTER WAS TALKING ABOUT. LAURA RUNS HER FINGER THROUGH IT AND SNIFFS, TELLING JULIAN THAT SHE HAS A LEAD ON MARTHA’S SCENT. IT’S FAINT, BUT SHE COULD MAKE DO. JULIAN AWKWARDLY COMMENTS ON HER DETECTIVE SKILLS BEFORE PULLING OUT HIS PHONE TO DIAL CAM. MAYBE WITH THEIR COMBINED TRACKING ABILITIES, THEY COULD FIND HER SOONER. LAURA LOOKS AWAY, KNOWING THAT HE ACTUALLY INTENDS TO MAKE THIS LESS AWKWARD WITH A THIRD WHEEL.

BACK IN THE LOUNGE, CAM’S PHONE VIBRATES, BUT THEY TURN IT OFF, SNUGGLING UP BESIDE AURA WHILE THE GROUP WATCHES THE VIDEO, WHERE AN ENCOUNTER BETWEEN THE PROTAGONIST, CHARLIE, AND THE NEWS REPORTER KATIE KILLJOY IS TAKING PLACE.

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CHARLIE: HI, I'M CHARLIE.

KATIE: KATIE KILLJOY. I’D SAY IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, BUT THAT WOULD BE A LIE. YOU CAN PUT YOUR HAND AWAY, SWEETIE. I DON'T TOUCH THE GAYS. I HAVE STANDARDS.

CHARLIE: YEAH. HOW'S THAT WORKING OUT?

KATIE: LOOK, MY TIME IS MONEY, SO I'LL MAKE THIS SHORT. YOU’RE NOT HERE BECAUSE WE WANTED YOU HERE. YOU'RE HERE BECAUSE JEFFREY COULDN'T MAKE IT FOR HIS CANNIBAL COOKING SEGMENT. YOU MAY BE SOME ROYAL BIGSHOT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN SHIT TO ME. I'M TOO RICH AND TOO INFLUENTIAL TO A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHAT SOME TUX-WEARING DEMON PRINCESS WANTS TO ADVERTISE.

CHARLIE: BUT I...

KATIE: SO DON'T GET CUTE WITH ME, OR I WILL FUCKING BURY YOU.

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BACK IN THE LOUNGE, CESSILY AND SOFIA COMMENT ABOUT WHAT A JERK AND A HOMOPHOBE KATIE KILLJOY IS.

AS THE TV KEEPS PLAYING, WE ZOOM IN ON THE SCREEN. WHEN WE ZOOM OUT, WE APPEAR IN A SMALL ROOM WITH PEOPLE SHOUTING IN THE BACKGROUND. SUDDENLY, A DARK-SKINNED TEENAGE GIRL CRASHES INTO THE TV, KNOCKING IT OFF THE STAND. A BEER-BELLIED MAN SMOKING A CIGAR HITS HER AGAIN, YELLING THAT SHE NEVER SHOULD’VE GROWN UP. THE ROOM STINKS LIKE A CHEMICAL TOILET SINCE LAST WEEK. A WOMAN STANDS IN THE BACK, AFRAID.

GIRL: THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! I’LL GET YOU SOME DAY! I’LL SUE YOUR FAT BUTT AND GET YOU LOCKED UP AS A CHILD MOLESTER!

MAN: DEAR LORD, YOU GIVE ME MUTANT BABIES AFTER ALL I DID.

WOMAN: ANGEL’S NOT EVEN YOURS! SHE’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

THE MAN TELLS HER TO SHUT UP AS THE GIRL, ANGEL, RUNS OUT THE HOUSE WHILE HE TRIES TO WHIP HER WITH HIS BELT. HE SCREAMS AT HER TO GET OUT, CALLING HER A FILTHY MUTANT AS SHE RUNS AWAY. ANGEL MAKES IT SEVERAL FEET AWAY FROM THE HOUSE BEFORE FALLING TO THE GROUND IN TEARS, PRAYING FOR HER NOT TO BE A MUTANT.

A FEW FEET ACROSS TOWN, JULIAN AND LAURA WALK OUT OF THE JOHANNSON HOME AND JULIAN INFERS THAT IF MARTHA WERE HURT, SHE MUST HAVE GONE SOMEWHERE TO GET A MINI-ADHESIVE BANDAGE. LAURA NODS, SAYING THAT MARTHA’S TRAIL LEADS TO A DRUGSTORE. AS THEY HEAD IN, LAURA WALKS UP TO THE CASH REGISTER WHILE JULIAN LOOKS FOR FOOD. THE CASHIER IS A PINK-HAIRED TEENAGE GIRL IN FAB-GOTH CLOTHES (KIND OF A MIX OF JULES VAUGHN FROM EUPHORIA AND CAT ZIM FROM FUNHOUSE), AND SHE GIVES LAURA A CONFUSED LOOK AS SHE ASKS HER QUESTIONS.

EVENTUALLY, THE CASHIER TELLS HER THAT SHE DOES REMEMBER ONE GIRL COMING IN ASKING FOR A BANDAGE. SHE SAYS THAT IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A TRICK OF THE LIGHT, BUT SHE REMEMBERS SEEING THE GIRL’S BLOOD GLOWING. LAURA NODS, TELLING HER THAT HER INFORMATION HELPS A LOT, BEFORE JULIAN WALKS UP WITH SEVERAL FOOD PACKETS.

MEANWHILE, INSIDE A FOREST CLEARING, ANGEL WAKES UP SLOWLY, ONLY TO FIND HERSELF INSIDE THE RUINS OF A COCOON. STANDING OVER HER ARE THREE MEN IN BLACK HAZMAT SUITS, EACH ONE HOLDING A GUN. WE THEN ZOOM OUT TO REVEAL A PAIR OF BLUEBOTTLE FLY WINGS GROWING OUT OF ANGEL’S BACK. ONE OF THE MEN TELLS HER THAT THIS WON’T HURT A BIT, GRABBING HER WRIST.

ANGEL OPENS HER MOUTH TO SCREAM BUT AN ACIDIC SUBSTANCE SHOOTS OUT, EATING THROUGH THE FABRIC AND SOME FLESH OF THE MAN’S ARM. THE OTHERS POINT THEIR GUNS AT HER, BUT ANGEL’S WINGS BUZZ RAPIDLY, DEAFENING THEM UNINTENTIONALLY. ANGEL STARTS TO FLY OFF, BUT DOES SO RATHER CLUMSILY, EVENTUALLY FLYING INTO A TELEPHONE POLE. AS SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND, DAZED, THE MEN APPROACH HER.

BACK AT XAVIER’S, MONET STARTS TO WALK INTO THE BUILDING. SHE STOPS SUDDENLY, AS IF RECONSIDERING HER CHOICE, BUT THEN OPENS THE DOOR AND WALKS IN. SHE WALKS PAST THE LOUNGE WHERE THE STUDENTS ARE CONTINUING TO WATCH HAZBIN HOTEL. CURRENTLY, THE SPIDER DEMON ANGEL DUST AND THE CYCLOPS DEMON CHERRY BOMB ARE BUSY FIGHTING EGG MINIONS BELONGING TO THE SNAKE DEMON SIR PENTIOUS.

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ANGEL DUST: THESE CRAZY BITCHES ARE NO FUN. I'VE BEEN CLEAN FOR TWO WEEKS.

CHERRY BOMB: HOLY SHIT.

ANGEL DUST: WELL, SORTA CLEAN. JUST AS CLEAN AS YOU CAN GET A SHITLOAD OF BOLIVIAN MARCHING POWDER.

SUDDENLY, A LONG CHAIN WRAPS AROUND THE PORN STAR, FLINGING HIM THROUGH THE AIR AND CAUSING HIM TO CRASH TO THE GROUND, HARD.

ANGEL DUST: OOH! HARDER DADDY!

SIR PENTIOUS: SON?

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CONFUSED, SOORAYA ASKS WHAT THAT MEANS, AND CESSILY TELLS HER THAT IT’S ONE OF THOSE INAPPROPRIATE JOKES SHE MENTIONED. SHE TELLS HER THAT SHE’LL EXPLAIN IT TO HER IF SHE’S READY TO HEAR IT.

MEANWHILE, LAURA AND JULIAN WALK OUT THE DRUGSTORE AND LAURA CONTINUES TO TRACK. SHE SAYS THAT SHE NOW SMELLS MULTIPLE SCENTS WITH MARTHA. THEY SEEM HUMAN, BUT THEY’RE DIFFERENT FROM THE REGULAR HUMAN SCENT. JULIAN SIGHS, ASKING LAURA IF SHE’S CAUGHT ON THAT EMMA ASSIGNED THEM BOTH FOR A REASON, THAT REASON BEING THE CLEAR UNSPOKEN THING BETWEEN THEM. LAURA IGNORES HIM, SUDDENLY PERKING UP WHEN SHE HEARS A SCREAM. JULIAN TELLS HER THAT THEY NEED TO STOP AND HELP.

LAURA TELLS JULIAN THAT THEY HAVE NO TIME FOR THIS, BUT SIGHS WHEN JULIAN STARTS RUNNING OFF IN THE DIRECTION OF THE SCREAMS. THEY EVENTUALLY FIND A BLACK TRUCK PARKED NEAR A FOREST, AND LAURA COMMENTS THAT SHE SMELLS THE SAME TYPE OF SCENT AS THE ONES WITH MARTHA, AND JULIAN TELLS HER THAT IT MUST BE A LEAD. THEY PEEK IN AND NOTICE THE MEN IN THE BLACK SUITS HOLDING SURGICAL TOOLS AND STANDING OVER A SEMI-CONSCIOUS ANGEL. THEY IMMEDIATELY TURN AND FACE THEM, AND JULIAN SIGHS, RECOGNIZING THEIR GARB.

JULIAN: U-MEN. THIS DAY JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER.

TO BE CONTINUED…

#new x men #laura kinney #julian keller #cessily kincaid #sofia mantega #clarice ferguson #santo vaccarro #jay guthrie #dani moonstar #monet st croix #angel salvadore

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polyghoul · 2 years

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💀 SMITTEN - SHE/HER - 19 - BI POLY DEMIGIRL 💀

Welcome to my blog dear creatures of the night, it’s so wonderful to have you here!Here I will design icons for characters of my favorite genre: horror! This ranges from horror films, horror video games, horror manga, anything horror related so long as there exists official artwork or screenshots. Before we begin, please consider the following:

This blog is dedicated to horror icons from films, animation, video games and more, with a few exceptions! To keep with the spooky theme, I am allowing requests for Ghost, Dark, and Psychic Pokémon and trainers. Additionally, I am accepting requests for media that isn’t categorized as horror, but has a very prominent spooky theme (the Beetlejuice cartoon, Hotel Transylvania, Monster High, Monster Prom, etc). If there is a series you are unsure about being considered horror/horror adjacent, simply ask and I’ll let you know if it qualifies.

I am welcoming of all regressors, dreamers, systems, kinnies and mogai identities alike! You’re absolutely allowed to tag any posts as “kin” or otherwise. So long as you don’t infringe on my dni banner, you’re free to interact!

Proshippers/anti-antis, pro para and radqueers are not welcome here.

If a character has a confirmed canonical identity, I will not accept requests that contradict their gender/sexuality. (i.e. Glen Ray is canonically genderfluid and David King has been confirmed to be gay.)

To avoid any confusion and clear the clutter, anonymous asks will not be enabled. All asks will be answered privately and any attempts at conflict will be promptly deleted.

When requesting, please specify if there is a specific flag you’d like me to use. With anonymous asks turned off, you are able to submit images and provide links for reference!

I am a singlet therefore I won’t engage in any system discourse, as I am not in the position to comment on such matters.

Please remain patient with me as I fulfill your request, as I am preoccupied with personal affairs.

Blacklisted sources and characters: Boyfriend to Death, Until Dawn, Yandere Simulator, Jeepers Creepers, Midori: Shōjo Tsubaki, House With 100 Eyes, The Poughkeepsie Tapes, Mogeko Castle, Clockwork Orange, Killing/Stalking, Happy Sugar Life, House of 1,000 Corpses, Puppet Master, Hello Neighbor, Baldi’s Basics, Hellsing, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Freddy Krueger (2010 remake), Hideki Sohta (Misao), Jonah Vasquez (Dead by Daylight), Buddi (2019 remake), Butterball (Hellraiser), Doctor Carl Hill (Reanimator), Boaris (Dreaming Mary)

Current trigger warnings: Eye contact, blood, body horror, genderbends, House of Wax, pedophilia, incest, ableism, racism

All of the ghoulishly grand banners were designed by the lovely @epicrapbattles, thank you so much dear!

#horror icons #horror pride icons #pride icons #lgbt icons #mogai #mogai blog #lgbt blog

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rporcelain · 2 years

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25+ Angel Dust looking for a roleplay partner! 💕

Trigger warning for sex, violence, abuse and drug/alcohol abuse.

I got back into my Hazbin Hotel obsession and I would love to roleplay as Angel Dust. I am looking for a partner for a roleplay that would be a mixture of action, psychology and relationship exploration (it can either be a romance, friendship or some toxic/dark relationship).

You can play as basically any canon character or any OC you want. Go wild! My only two requirements are:

1. Your character must be, look and act adult (preferably around 30+).

2. If we want to go for a romance cantered plot, I’d prefer for them to be either a man or a masculine-leaning non-binary person, since I’d prefer to keep Angel’s canon sexual orientation.

I am totally okay with either fluffy, sexual or dark turn for this. As I mentioned though, I want to put a warning: considering the character and the setup, this story will involve themes that may be triggering, such as sex, sex-work, violence, mentions of abuse and drug/alcohol addiction.

Now a little something-something about who I am and who I am looking for:

1. I will only roleplay with people who are my age (25 year old) or older. This is for my personal comfort so please, don’t lie about it.

2. I am a bisexual cis woman who in this scenario will play as a gay man. I know it may be uncomfortable for some people so I prefer to point this out because I don’t want to make anyone feel bad in any way.

3. I prefer roleplaying on Discord.

4. I mostly write multi-para, literate or novella responses. Third person, past tense.

5. I am not a native English speaker but I’m trying my best. I have over 10 years of roleplaying experience in general and about a year of experience with fully English roleplays.

The plot:

The plot will depend on a character (or characters) you’ll choose to roleplay as, but I would like to pick up the story around the point where the Pilot Episode left it. I’d love to explore both the trauma and the badass sides of our characters.

Some basic starter ideas to not come here empty-handed (but I am also totally open to yours or to figuring something out together!):

1. Our characters getting caught up in a fight with someone and ending up having fun while cooperating.

2. Angel Dust getting into trouble with his boss for his involvement with the Hotel and the turf war (with you playing either as Valentino for a darker turn or as any other character that will help him out and with whom he will build a friendship/relationship for a more wholesome outcome).

3. A one-night stand that either one or both of our characters can't forget about.

4. Simple relationship development between canon characters (or Angel and a Hotel Guest OC).

Lovely fanart to grab your attention by: https://twitter.com/madelezabeth?t=FUc07DYw1p13H-Rpxrjp4A&s=09

I think that’s all! 💕

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pcisin · 2 months

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Rules

Overview

this is a canon Angel Dust blog.

this blog may contain content warning; please proceed with caution!

heavily selective & mutuals only.

Basics

this is a multiverse friendly blog.

it will have NSFW contents of all kinds as well as any triggering ones; do not follow if you wish to not see it.

nothing will be done in first person nor in script (unless it is crack).

everything is tagged properly & placed under read more if needed.

as usual, no god-modding, mary sues, etc.

if you wish to reach out to me; my IMs will be open! it will only for OOC & plotting purposes.

Memes

you may send me memes that i ONLY reblogged. if you wish to turn them into threads, you may, but ONLY if we are mutuals. you can reblog the meme but i ask you reblog it from the ORIGINAL source.

Asks & Asks to Threads

asks can be sent at any point of time. it can be OOC or IC. however; if in IC and you wish to turn it into a thread; we must be mutuals.

Ships

i'm open to shipping angel dust with about anyone. can be outside of the series or not, just remember that angel dust is gay.

here are a few of the ships that i'm okay with and in what context:

radiodust: will do romance

appledust: will do romance

huskerdust: platonic only

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not tagging properly

too much ooc posts

unwanted drama, hate, etc.

uncut posts

being rude for no reason (this will lead to a block as well)

Insta Block

the only way for me to block you is if you're underage. this blog IS a hazbin hotel muse and WILL contain things not suitable for anyone under 18. however even then, i would prefer if the mun is over 21 as i'm more comfortable with that age range.

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if you could please tag anything containing spiders, dolls & mannequins, that would be great. thanks.

Passcodes & Rules

i'll try to read rules & send passcodes if it is available and provided so i ask you could do the same. for the passcode so i know that you have read my rules is: "You're a Loser, Baby."

thanks and i look forward to roleplaying with y'all.

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Hazbin hotel- I thought you were the radio demon

(Be warned this is an ide based off of the idea Charlie was very sheltered about certain sexualities before she started going out with Vaggie)

Charlie was the princess of hell, so she should know things. After all most royals know almost everything, but umm....not Charlie.

To put it simply she lived a sheltered life. She was never aloud to level the castle and if her parents didn't like it, well she never learned anything about a topic. For Satan's sake, she never learned what heterosexual meant ip until she turned 12 because her father didn't want her to be hetero normative or something. To be honest she had no idea.

Thus why she never really learned about this thing up on earth called the LGBTQ+. Well, that wasn't exactly true.

She learned about the L, the G, the B and the T. Yet, anything past the Q she had no idea about. Mainly because not a lot of people working with her family didn't identify with the other labels or even labels at all. So if you weren't gay, bi or trans, Charlie had no idea what you were.

It's not like it was her fault though. She wanted to learn and hated to hurt peoples feelings. Thus why she felt very very bad about misgendering their new non-binary guest in Hazbin hotel.

Or course the demon understood. Everyone did. They just told Charlie it was fine. No one was upset because she didn't know....well that is everyone but Charlie.

She was very upset. She cried. Like in public for five seconds and apologized to them for days,

This started with a new search for information. All about the parts of the LGBTQ+ community she had no idea existed. She discovered a lot over that time. Like a lot a lot. She found out about Pansexual and their amazing fall in her opinion. She learned so much that she started to believe she knew it all.

Thus why this was confusing her.

She had just watched Angel flirt with Alastor again. He normally did but, well today was different. Once angel walked off someone asked if he would ever settle down. Alastor response was no and he explained he was a sexual, which to Charlie made no sense.

Like sexuals's definition can be a number of things. One of them was

relating to the instincts, physiological processes, and activities connected with physical attraction or intimate physical contact between individuals. Non of which she had witnessed from Alastor. If so, then he was saying he was attraction. Like he was the connection between individuals.

Another definition stated sexual was relating to the two sexes or to gender. She had never seen Alastor ever relate to anyone. Like at all. He was disconnected with almost everything, Like he was living in like the 1920's, while everyone was in 2010. Which now that Charlie thought about it made less sense, cause Angel was from 1920 and he could still relate, but you get what she meant.

The third definition said sexual was a process involving the fusion of gametes. Now this one could apply to Alastor because....well she didn't know what a gamete was. She was almost certain it was a board game. Maybe Alastor was saying he was the embodiment of a body game.

Oh maybe he was like the game scrabble! She loved that game!

But, before she went around calling him by his true name, scrabble, she needed to know what to call him. You know to avoid further embarrassment.

"Soo...scrabble." Charlie smirked sitting down on the couch glancing up at him. Alastor looked up at her tilting his head like a dog a bit. He looked a little confused.

"Did you lose a letter from it again?" Alastor asked looking around for a second.

"Wh..No! No is what you identify as right?!" Charlie asked.

".no....no I don't.....Charlie what in all of hell made you think that?" He sighs sitting down on the couch next to her. His red eyes seemed a bit more curious then his happy smile showed.

"Well I heard you say you were A sexual. And you know it's the process involving the fusion of gametes, right? So what board game are you?" She asked innocently. Alastor looked her dead in the eyes before bursting out in a laugh. He smiled brighter than normal laughing loudly while Charlie turned red.

The laughing continued a bit longer.

"No, no Charlie that's no what a gamete is."

"It's not?"

"No. Gametes are sex cells. Everyone is made up of those and has them.."

"So...so we're all asexual?"

"No, that's not what it means. I mean we are all made up of sexual activities but I identify as asexual." Aslstor sighed grinning happily. Clearly this was the most amount of fun he had in a while. Charlie looked confused thinking for a second. She looked like a little puppy looking for its lost bone.

"B...but I thought you were the radio demon?" She mumbled under her breathing which hit a tiny chuckle out of Alastor. He just sighed happily and smiled.

"Charlie, I'm both. I'm the radio demon and asexual....Asexual means I don't have sexual feelings towards anyone and don't have any association with sexuality. Does tat make sense?" He asks smiling. Charlie blushed nodding her head, feeling like a fool.

"The what seemed to be the problem darling?" He asks.

"I should have known that..I mean I'm bisexual...I should know all about the community I'm in." She sighs.

"Charlie, we never stop learning, even in death. I mean we find out about ourselves all the time. I mean child look at me I'm much much more older than you and just this week that you can now cook things in a tv box called a microwave that heats it up!...do you get what I'm saying?" He asked only to get chalice shaking her head no in response. He sighed trying to think of another way to word it.

"Look, people learn things all the time. You never stop. And you wanna know why?" Alastor asked.

"Kinda yeah.." Charlie mumbled.

"The world always changes. I mean child when I was alive there was only 2 sexualities around. There was hetero and gay. One was known throughout everywhere as normal and the other was viewed as an abomination. Now a days, the world has evolved so much that you can identify as anything and love who ever you want, as long as it's not hurting other. The world is changing all the time and as it does new information is created, so we're always learning." Alastor explained slowly with a comforting smile. Charlie smiled back.

"Yeah that makes much more sense." She smiled before hugging the other demon. Alastor froze up before smiling wrapping his arms around his younger friend.

"Thank you Alastor." She whispered, closing her eyes and hugging him tight making him smile bright. He sighed rubbing her back, smiling to himself. If he had a daughter he wished they were just like Charlie.

"Don't mention it darling..."He smiled before pulling out of the hug. "No off to bed with you. It's past your usual bedtime and Vaggie will be up there waiting for you by now. I'm sure she'd love to hear about today." He smiled getting up, the helping Charlie to her feet.

The blond demon nodded before hugging him one more time. Once she was done she raced off to the elevator, heading up to bed. Alastor smiled before heading back to work.

After all, there no such thing as sleep with so much work to do around this hotel.

#hazbin hotel #charlie #alastor #asexual #father daughter realtionship #reblogs welcome #loved writing this #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie

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