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HEADCANON's • Hazbin Hotel

warnings: feathered, mature content, homosexuality.

characters: husk, angel dust, alastor.

Husk x gn!reader

He was the one who declared himself to you. You were drinking at the hotel bar and out of nowhere he started declaring himself, saying how much he loved you and that you were his reason for living.

He just didn't admit his feelings because of his pride. XD

When he's sad, he usually lies on your lap like a kitten.

He purrs when you pet him, regardless of the affection. Grrwaaar. 🥴

He loves petting behind the ears, especially when you catch him by surprise.

You like rubbing against his fur, since he's quite fluffy and fuzzy.

He likes it when you treat him like a stuffed animal or a bed, because he curls you up with his wings.

He takes care of you when you get hurt. This is after cursing you a lot! "You're fucking idiot!!!"

Kisses and hugs good night? He loves.

When he has nightmares, he can't go back to sleep if you're not by his side.

He really likes oral caress... 👀

He doesn't say "I love you." He usually demonstrates this through kisses or hugs.

He's jealous of you with every other demon but Alastor.

God (or Satan?) help you when he's jealous.

Angel D. x masc!reader

It was you who confessed your feelings to him. Well, as someone who suffered at the hands of someone else, Angel wasn't so confident and asked for time to think.

You understood and he felt a hint of admiration.

You can't date because of Valentino, but you date in secret with the support of Husk, Cherry and Charlie.

Angel really likes to bury her face in his chest and caress his ears.

He doesn't know how to assume his real personality with you, but he tries.

He likes your kisses, especially when they are long and hot.

He likes it when you hug him or hold him by the waist.

You sleep hugging each other. He wraps you around with four arms and buries your face in his fake br3asts.

You and he tend to each other's injuries, since you're always getting into trouble.

You've already fought with Valentino physically, but ended up losing, since he's an overlord. You at least tried for Angel, and Angel felt guilty about it.

"Baby, you didn't have to fuck around for me..."

He cries in your arms after he returns from recording.

He is the pervert in the relationship, but when it comes down to it, he is the submissive one.

He likes cute nicknames, but prefers hot ones.

He's jealous of you, but he doesn't show it. Furthermore, he is full of insecurities because of (motherfucker) Valentino.

I feel sorry for his waistline when he's inspired for the day. 😹

Alastor x gn!reader

Dude, what do you mean you fell in love with him?

Anyway, being aroace, I say that it's kind of difficult to fall in love. Alastor also found it difficult to fall in love with you, but the fact that you were the only one who got a sincere smile from him was undeniable.

It took a while for you to start dating, especially because Rádio Demon was really difficult to win over. It's good that he felt something for you thanks to your personality.

He who asked you to be date him, offering a ring and a deer heart. Romantic? I think so. XD

Bizarre gifts every day when you wake up. He will present you with anything that is pleasant in his eyes, be it dead rats or demon heads. Anyway, don't question it, just accept it, otherwise he'll get a little angry.

He will give you bloody rose bouquets on your dates. Occasionally there will be a heart in the middle, but it will end up eating for you.

He likes to see you smile. He says your smile is the most beautiful of all, except his; for him, his is magnificent.

Cute nicknames involving old music or radio? Perhaps.

When someone hurts you, he goes after the guy and makes his life hell. And when I say hell, it's not what you imagine, but worse. No one can hurt his dew.

He likes to have his ears petted and he likes it when you hold his horns, even though they are sensitive.

He doesn't show much affection in public, but he tries to stay close to you to keep you safe enough.

"Oh, my little deer, could you tell me what makes you so sad? Where is your sparkling smile?"

He sleeps with his eyes open, so you ended up giving him an eye patch so doesn't get scared in the middle of the night.

No sex. Do not even try.

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Jackie Welles x Vincent

TW: Spoiler, trigger, sensitive content, blood.

Have you heard that saying? "What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel." Like any other human, you must have come across that a time or two in your life. In that exact moment, that phrase had never made so much sense. A dull sense in such a grotesque scene. That damn phrase was the reason for your brief moments of reflection, where your world had stopped, your heart raced, and your spores were agitated.

Eyes, in philosophy, are powerful symbols of perception, knowledge, and the window to the soul. They demonstrate the ability to see beyond appearances, seeking to understand the deeper truth that the subject's soul carries. Often associated with introspection and the pursuit of wisdom, they reflect the idea that true understanding goes beyond what is visible. The exchange of glances is often considered a form of non-verbal communication that transcends words, a way to share experiences, feelings, and even establish silent communication based on mutual perception.

At that moment, green eyes were connected to platinum ones. The mutual silent conversation prolonged. Silence was all they could exchange because words couldn't describe how utterly, how gruesomely dead they felt inside. Jackie and Vincent shared the same silence, as nothing more could escape Welles' mouth than heavy sighs. V's throat, on the other hand, was scarce and painful. He seemed to hold back a scream of hatred mixed with sadness and pain. Why? Why did everything have to end like this?

"Jackie," the oppressive silence was cut by V's trembling voice, "Jackie, please, don't..."

It was a fleeting moment of victory. A shot to the liver stole all the joy that was in Vincent. He couldn't care less if the shot was on him. If it had hit his liver, kidney, any muscle, or organ, he wouldn't care, he wouldn't mind at all. But the shot hit his best friend and perhaps his only love: Jackie Welles. Oh, how he wanted to mess up the faces of those Arasaka bastards. How he wanted!

But now it was too late. Nothing could be done.

V's left hand pressed along with Jackie's right hand, trying to stem the bleeding. Their eyes were still fixed on each other, as mentioned: an exchange of silent words. No voice, at that moment, could express the profound sadness. The great morbidity. Jackie wanted to say more than the forgiveness he begged through his eyes, and V wanted to shout all the curses in existence. The truth hurts, reality hurts. It hurts as much for those who stay as for those who depart.

If Jackie could decipher V's eyes, he could read only three things: despair, hatred, and sadness. Things that completely complement each other in that context. He could read an empty soul, whose happiness had been ripped away like a pacifier falling from the lips of a little baby. A soul that could once smile but now couldn't. Its essence was ripped away. V's soul's essence was Jackie.

"Love me like you love, touch me like you touch." Strangely, these words echoed in V's mind. He wanted to say a thousand things to Jackie, but the only words that wanted to come out of his lips were those. It was strange, peculiar, and new. No... not new. Vincent knew that feeling had always been in his heart, only resentful.

But now what? What could be done? Was it worth breaking down in tears and saying how much he loved Jackie? The same went for Welles, who had kept his feelings imprisoned since openly meeting V and adopting him as his partner. It was no wonder he had said they had chemistry. They truly did.

Slowly, the Mexican's left hand touched V's face, discreetly holding Saboru's biochip. The hand lazily caressed the massive cheek, moving up to the compartment in Vincent's head, slowly placing the chip there. A faint smile appeared on his lips as the hand descended to the friend's shoulders, stroking the skin with the remaining strength. Jackie didn't want to leave.

"Vuela, mi amor..." the words came out as a whisper before the lungs gave up capturing air and releasing what remained.

Jackie departed, allowing a joyful soul to be corrupted by a shadow. V's soul.

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