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prettiestgrlinthemorguexo · 2 months

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Taste of his own medicine (Adam x Lucifer’s wife! Reader)

Y’all really love Adam huh? Well, he’s growing on me aswell…

I can 100% see myself making this into a mini series with a few more parts were they actually fall in love, so, if y’all want that let me know because I’ll write it

Look I write Adam two ways, a dickhead prick or a man who’s still that but needs a hug (and imma give it to him.)

How’s y/n gonna get out of these the next morning? Who fucking knows :)

Word count: 3357

Warnings: smut, p n v sex, cheating, guilt from cheating, rough sex, demon Adam, Lucifer not being over Lilith, Adam straight up using Y/N for revenge, manipulation, dry humping/ grinding , misogyny, filming of sex, chocking (he just grabs the reader throat for a moment not really choking but still.), breeding kink, Adam bring Adam

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No ones POV:

Y/N and Lucifer were… “happily” married. Y/N wasn’t happy as she was, after many years of being together, she was still second place to his ex wife Lilith, even with her leaving him. So because of this the two were nearly always fighting over it, so due to this she spent a lot of time at the newly rebuilt Hazbin hotel.

That’s were she met Adam, first man and a fall angel from the last extermination that attempted to kill both Charlie and Lucifer, it was an interesting sight to see the once cocky angel that wore pearly white and pure gold now dawning crimson red and black, but, this still cocky personality. Y/N didn’t truly care and didn’t want to give him the time of day like any of the other patrons of the hotel, until Charlie spoke to her.

“You want me to what?” Y/N asked dumb founded my what she just said. “Be his friend!” She said clearly nervous but trying to put on her happy face, sweat dripping from her brow. “Absolutely not.” Y/N was quick to say in response only for Charlie to grab her shoulders, “oh come on please!,” she said practically begging, wide, “no one is giving him a fair shot at redemption and that starts with forgiveness! I know he did bad things but he can change and that starts with a friend… pretty please Y/N.” She finally finished saying her puppy dog eyes on, pleading. Y/N looked at her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.

“…fine I’ll do it”

And with that a “friendship” grew, Y/N was the first to forgive Adam for his actions and treat him like a person, Which Adam happily accepted. During any part of exercises that involve two people it was Always Y/N and Adam in a pair. After many of these Y/M actually started to enjoy his company, Adam also seen to enjoy hers…but that only what it seemed

Adams true intentions with Y/N was to get revenge, revenge on Lucifer for stealing his first two wives, and Y/N was the key to that revenge…he just needed a way in. Adam was happy to accept her invitation of friendship, it was the perfect way to find the weak point to her, worm his way in. He’d be lying if he didn’t thing Y/N was down right gorgeous. Adam truly thought she had a perfect body and face with E/C eyes that could light up a room and a not to bad personality, he needed to find a way in and one night he found it…

Adam came down the large stairs of the hotel were the main entrance, parlor and entrance to the kitchen sat to get a drink. It was nearly 3 AM and the whole hotel stood still and silent, but something was off, he looked over to see the fire place still burning and seeing Y/N sitting on one of the sofas with her face in her hands. Adam confused, why were they here this late? He walked over to the other end of the couch from where Y/N sat, he could hear soft sobbing from her. This was the perfect opportunity…

“Hey are you good babes?” He asked her leaning on the sofa. Y/N jumped from my voice clearly not expecting someone, their head turn to Adam’s black and reddish eyes. Y/N once E/C eyes were stained red with wet tear in them and staining her cheeks. “Hey what’s up?” He as sitting on the sofa a little away from her, Y/N looked at him quietly for a moment as they wiped her tears, “it’s nothing Adam..” she said softly to him. Adam rolled his eyes softly “I’m not fucking dumb,” he started to say as you he moved a little closer. “ your crying in the middle of the night and your at the hotel this later, you never are, now what’s up.” Y/N looked a little surprised before sighing at sitting up straight to compose herself. “It’s just…” they paused for a moment depending on if she should continue “Mr and Lucifer got into another fight..” she said as she fought off a few tears.

Adam looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “about what?” He asked, actually curious. Y/N laughed softly before turning to face him “your ex..” she said jokingly, poking up at why she’d upset. Adam smiled and rolled his eyes going along with the joke “oh yeah? Which one? Ex wife #1 or ex wife #2?” He asked letting out a low laugh. “The first one..” Y/N said seeming to be safe again, dragged back to reality. Adam turned to face her body more “ok tell me what happened..” Y/N looked at him pretty much deflected, “You wouldn’t get it..” she said softly. Adam let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t get it, me?” He asked as he laughed out. “You forget my ex wife Lilith cheated on my with your now husband, so I think I can understand.” He said as he laughed which did make Y/N smile and think, maybe she wasn’t alone..

“Well..” she started before her eyes moved to the fire a few feet away. “Lucifer is still In love with Lilith even though were married..he still wears the wedding band from their marriage too…” Y/N said defeated by the whole situation. Y/N “so I came here to get away from him for the night, I just can’t be around him right now..” Y/N said wiping away her stray tears. Adam looked at her, he decided to shoot his shot.

“You know you don’t deserve that right?” He said asking genuinely, scooting over to him.. “of course I do,” Y/N said sounding matter of fact in her statement, “but there’s not much I can do, can’t really leave him or make him change.” Y/n said rolling her eyes. Adams eyes widen, Turning to look at her. “You want to divorce him?” Adam ask, shocked. Y/M eyes widen realizing their words looking back at him. “I mean…if Lilith never left I for sure wouldn’t be here..” they said avoiding his black eyes, “so yeah I guess I do..”

Adam saw this as an opening, he reached over to take her hand in his, hold her small hands as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Y/N eyes widen at his action her eyes shooting up at meet his. “You know,” Adam started, a smile growing on it. “I can’t help you..I could treat you better than he does.” He said moving for his whole body to face hers. “He truly doesn’t see how beautiful and perfect you really are..” Adam said to her moving closer. Y/N eyes moved between his eyes and their hands intertwined, “we shouldn’t do this..” she said said softly yet she didn’t move an inch away from him, Adam saw this as a sign. “Why shouldn’t we?” Adam asked his eye brow risen up, Y/N opened his mouth only for Adam to speak up again. “And don’t say because you’re married because you’re married to Lucifer because he slept with two married women.”

Y/N neared those words and stayed quiet, she knew he was right, Lucifer did steal both his wives, he knew what it felt like. Y/N was quiet for a moment more before squeezing his hand softly. “I don’t wanna hurt me..” Y/N said softly.. “but it’s ok for him to hurt you over and over again?” Y/N eyes met his, this times hers were watered up, Adam moved closer, his legs touching hers, “let me show you how much your really worth…” as those words left his mouth his lips met hers. Y/N eyes widen at kiss, she knew it was wrong but it felt right…

Y/N soon began to kiss back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Adam was quick to pull her onto his lap, both of her legs on both sides of him as their kiss deepen. Adams hands moved down to her hips forcing her body to arch forward and press against his body, the sudden motion made Y/N moan into the hot kiss. The sounds of Y/N pretty moans and her body press again him was already making his cock harden beneath her. Y/N felt his bulge rub against her clothed crotch, she gasped as the feeling of him.

Adam could feel her moved to get comfortable on her bulge, but with every movement rubbing against her, Adam knew he needed more of this, more of her. Adams grip tighten around her hips and he pressed her down on the visible bulge, the feeling of the friction made both of them moan in the kiss, Y/N almost lost all control and she softly grind on him. Adam was a little shocked by this action, “Damn she really does want this..” the thought to himself and helped guide her body as she grinds onto him, after a moment of the grinding, Y/N finally moved away her lips from his.

Y/N panted softly her E/C eyes meeting the deep black eyes. “We shouldn’t do this here..” Y/N said softly, her glistening eyes with anticipation. Adam could help but smirk as he pick Y/N up “just hold on a few minutes..” Adam said before moving quietly to the stairs. Y/N’s arms were wrapped around his neck, she felt a pit form in her stomach, she knew this was wrong but it felt so, so right. Soon they reached Adams room, thank god it was away from everyone else’s. As the entered the room, he kick closed the door before throwing Y/N onto the bed. Y/N gasp feeling her body hit the bed hard. As Y/N was getting over the shock of being thrown, Y/M felt her legs get spread and Adam get between them and he smashes her lips on his, Y/N kissed back desperately, craving the feeling he was giving her

Adams hands quickly finding the hem of her shirt, ripping it off, making Y/N moan. Adam pulled away from the kiss, A string of saliva connecting the two, his eyes moved between her bra and her eyes, “I need to hear that again..” Adam said as he used is claw to cut her bra off. Y/N gasp as her boobs were not exposed to him, Adam couldn’t help but lick his lips as he moves his head down taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Y/N moaned at his tongue playing with her nipple, her hands tangled in his hair. Adam bite her skin softly making her moan louder. Adam loved the sounds of her pretty little moans. He removed his mouth licking the wound, he wanted to mark her up, “you like that baby?” Adam asked her as he teased her. “Fuck yes..” Y/N said with a moan, Adam slipped his hand into her pants feeling the wet fabric of her panties and snickered, “look like someone’s excited..” as he nearly ripped her pants pulling them down.

Y/N watched as he removed her pants, she was now completely exposed to him besides the panties that were still on. Adam loved the sight before him, Y/N, Lucifer’s wife layed before him, surrounded by her tattered clothes and wore panties all wet, all for him. Admiring this view an idea popped in his head, he reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo with Y/N, he needed this moment memorized. After he with swift ease tore her panties off, exposing her wetness to the cold air. Y/N moaned quietly at the crisp air, closing her eyes shut before feeling his hands connect with her hips, fulling her forward.

Her eyes shot open to see his rob gone discarded on the floor. He was on the bigger side but it was perfectly, he felt perfect against her. Against her wet pussy she could feel him bulge up against her. Adam heard her moans and smiled wickedly holding her hips still so she couldn’t move, “Aw you like that? You like the feeling of me already?” He said in a teasing tone, as he softly humped she wet pussy. Y/N moaned nearly begging for more, Adam had to admit he needed her, now. He grabbed her throat, feeling her swallow and moan quietly. He leans down to her ear “Be a good girl and beg and I might give you what you want…” he said in a whisper, Y/N whimpered out for him. Adam smiled, his hand moving to her chi holding it moving to meet her E/C eyes with his, “Use your words. Beg.” He said, sounding more of demand than asking. Y/N was quick to do so, “Please Adam..” she moaned out to him, “I need you please..”

“What do you need baby..?” He asked teasingly, his hands roamed downwards, reaching her clit rubbing his thumb over it. Feeling him touch her clit, Y/N let out a louder moan, shaking from the pleasure. “I need you to fuck me..” Y/N said, sounding

Like a beg. Adam was happy to abide her request. He removed his hand from her pelvis making her whimpering from the lack of pleasure, “you wanna see why they call me ‘dickmaster’?” Adam said. Y/N’s eyes watched at as he pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

Y/N eyes widened, he was huge! He was girthy and about 6.5 inches, he was a little shorter then Lucifer but much girthier, Y/N felt her core ache at the sight. Adam couldn’t help but laugh softly at her physical reaction, he loved how desperate she was. Adam took his tip and began to rub it between Y/N’s wet folds, causing her to whimper at the teasing. “Aww, look at you, already much a mess and we haven’t even started..” Adam said as he continued to tease her hole.”Please Adam..Please.” Y/N said, arching her hips forward making his cock press deeper into her. Adam grabbed her hips, looming over her “since you’ve been so good..” Adam said as he pushed in her.

Y/N moan out back arching feeling him stretch her out l, Y/N was quick to wrap her arms around his neck. Adam continued to push inside her tight hole, causing her to moan. Adam groaned as he felt her walls grip around him, “fuck your tight..” he said as stated still for a moment, loving the feeling of her warmth before be pulled nearly the whole cock out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard back into her. The hard thrust caused Y/N to moan loudly as Adam didn’t slow down this thrust. Y/N’s moaned loudly with each thrust, her nails dug into his skin.

Adam watched as Y/N watched face contorted into a moaning mess, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, Adam smiled wide “look at you,” Adam said teasingly as he thrusted hard into wet pussy, “such a funking whore, begging to be fucked by me...” He said between groans, as he leaned down, his larger body pressed against her, his large hands never Y/N’s hips and he bit down on her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin making her bleed. Y/N was a moaning mess, face flushed eyes clouded with pleasure. Adam could taste metallicness of her sweet blood as he continued to thrust, he pulled back seeing the deep bit mark dripping blood, Adam smiled at the sight. “Look at the mess you are, letting me mark you up, mark you as my cock-sleeve,” Adam said as he speed up his thrust.

Y/N felt a pit start to form at the feeling of his thrust speeding up, Adam licked the bite mark before speak, “tell me who you belong to..” Adam said in a low voice. Y/N continued to moan and plead, Adam moved down and bit her shoulder, Making her yelp from the paint. As Adam removed his mouth from the fresh wound he asked again, “tell me,” he said as he grabbed her legs spreading them further apart, allowing his cock deeper access to her sweet tight cunt, “Who do you belong to slut?” He said, demanding an answer. “You!” Y/N said almost immediately between moans, Adam smiled “are you my little slut?” He ask teasingly.

“Full yes Adam fuck..” Y/N moans were not slurred. Adam pounded away fearfully, “That’s fucking right.” He said as he started to chase him own release, one of his hands was quick to move to her H/L H/C, taking a fist full and pulling it making her back arch, she moans becoming near screams of pleasure, thank god Adams room was isolated. “Admit it,” Adam said as he licked your bit wounds, “I fuck the better then that bastard you call a husband.” Y/N whimpered at his remark. Adam yanked her hair more causing her to scream out again, “Say it bitch, say it.” He said as he pounded more and more.

“Fuck Adam you’re better!” Y/N said between gasps for air and moans, tears peaking her eyes, “you’re so much better please don’t stop! Please! Please! Please!” Y/N screamed out feeling the pit in her stomach about to burst. Adam felt her walls tighten around him make him groan a long fuck as he removed his hand free from her hair. Adam wrapping his arms under hers, pulling her deep putting them both in a mating press. “I fucking own you, you hear me? I’m the best cock You’ll ever fucking have.” He said fucking her balls deep. “You gonna take every drop of my seed, gonna fuck a baby into you show everyone who you really belong too..” As those words left his mouth, Y/N moans slurred speech, her walls tightening even more around her.

Adam let out a dark laugh at the physical reaction, “Aw does the little whore wanna get knocked up? You wanna carry my baby, letting everyone know you’re mine?” He asked almost mockingly as he pounded, after a few more thrust Y/N’s knot came undone making her bodily nearly go limp as her orgasm took over making her let out an animalistic moan. Feeling her warm release around his aching cock, he couldn’t hold it anymore, after one more thrust he buried himself balls deep into her pussy, filling her up, groaning into her neck.

The room as hot, sweaty and filled with the aroma of sex and desires. After what felt like an eternity, Adam pulled out of her making her groan at the new empty feeling. Y/N body layed lump on his bed and he layed next to her panting. Adams dark eyes moved over to Y/N body, it was glistening in sweet her body shaking, but he couldn’t help but notice a smile on her face. Adam watched them lay there breathing heavily. After a moment Adam pulled her in close, pulling her on top of him, “your mine you hear me?” Adam said softly into her hair, Y/N with no energy left hummed is agreement before fall asleep. Adam layed there holding her close, feeling sleep take over his body he couldn’t help but think to himself. This might have been an act of revenge but he wanted more but alas, that’s tomorrow’s problem…

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demonicchicken1121 · 3 months

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Alastor, Rosie, and Cannibal Town: an Analysis (I’m fucking at it (Alastor Posting) again)

Ok I know that a lot of people have already been talking about this, but I really want to analyze Alastors behavior in cannibal town and how it’s so much different than how he behaves literally anywhere else.

Alastors true motives, personality, opinions, etc are widely debated in the fandom. Does he actually care about Charlie or the hotel? What’s his beef with Lucifer? Why did he make a deal and who was it with? Al is such a mysterious and closed off character, and his demeanor changes so frequently that no one in or out of universe really knows much about him. I personally think that the closest we get to seeing Alastor in his truest and most authentic self is when he’s in cannibal town.

From the moment they arrive, Alastors demeanor changes dramatically, even from a few moments before, when Charlie was venting about her relationship issues. He seems genuinely excited to be there and see Rosie, to the point where he seems to forget he brought Charlie here for a reason (hell I think he forgets Charlie is even there at a few points.)

Al and Rosie HAVE seen each other since he returned to hell, at the overlord meeting, but they didn’t really have the time to interact. Even so, they are so in tune with each other. This man was gone for seven years and here they are gaslight gatekeep girlbossing like nothing happened.

But once they actually have the opportunity to interact outside of the overlord meeting they’re super excited to catch up. The only other time he shows this much enthusiasm to see someone is with Mimzy, but things quickly goes south when she puts the hotel is danger. Alastors friendship with mimzy feels very onesided, and it seems that she only shows up when she needs something. While Alastor and Rosie clearly ask each other for favors, it feels a lot more equal in a way where they each get an equal amount of benefit.

And while we haven’t seen much of them yet, I get the vibe that they hang out in their free time and respect each others boundaries and schedules. I think Al went through cannibal town hoping to see her in the prequel comic, but figured she was busy after the extermination and instead asked some of the residents to say hello on his behalf. But that’s just a theory, a gam-

Also just a little thing I noticed, when rosie is joking about Charlie being too young for Alastor, Charlie looks visibly annoyed, but Alastors body language and expression don’t change. He tends to react relatively strongly when anyone (Angel) makes a move on him or assumes he’s dating anyone, but I think he knows Rosie well enough to know she’s joking.

Alastor lets his guard down so much in this part of the episode. He’s really in his element and his behavior seems so natural and genuine.

I love how he’s so willing to just roast Susan. Every iconic duo has that one person they fucking hate and will not be subtle about how much they fucking hate them. It’s especially funny with alastor, who’s usually really pretentious and passive aggressive when he insults someone, but with Susan it’s just

“✨Ornery old bitch?✨” also this is the only time in the entire series that alastor swears in a genuinely humorous way. In almost every other example, he is trying to intimidate someone or piss them off, and also when his staff was broken.

And speaking of his staff, I think it was actually a big deal that Alastor let Charlie use it, even tho it was for a very short time. This does show that whether or not he actually cares about her, Alastor does have a certain amount of trust and respect for Charlie. Despite that, I don’t think he would have done this if he wasn’t in cannibal town and with Rosie. The staff is clearly very important to him and likely holds some amount of his power, given how he reacted when it was broken.

As weird as this sentence is out of context, I think Alastor feels very safe in cannibal down. Rosie and probably the other cannibals genuinely like and respect him. it speaks volumes that not only he let Charlie use his staff, but he put himself in the position that would leave him vulnerable to Rosie if Charlie were to turn on him. While he knows it’s highly unlikely that would happen, I think it’s still worth noting that he intentionally left himself in such a vulnerable position in cannibal town and nowhere else.

Something else interesting I noticed, is that “ready for this” is one of the only songs that Alastor is interacting with another character, and isn’t competing for the spotlight. He is walking all over Vox in “stayed gone”, and getting walked all over by Lucifer in “Hells greatest dad”, but here, he’s very in tune with everyone else. He and Rosie are on equal footing and he feels secure enough to fade into the background a bit, harmonizing with the cannibals and letting Charlie take the lead.

So yeah, I feel like Cannibal town is alastors home in hell. His relationship with Rosie is probably the most positive relationship he has in the whole show. I think viv has mentioned that Alastor wasn’t a cannibal before he died, and I’m not sure if that’s still canon, but if it is, I can definitely see him becoming a cannibal when he became friends with Rosie. I can also see Rosie being one of his first friends in hell, maybe they even rose to power together. I’m clearly getting into some more speculative headcanons because I do what I want, but I’m putting them in their own section.

Now for headcanons with little to no substantial evidence ✨✨✨

I do actually really like the idea that they became friends very quickly and rose to power together. I like the idea that they were friends before Alastor became this super powerful force in hell. It also makes sense that he would trust someone who wanted to be his friend back when people weren’t constantly asking for favors or testing his power. Bc I do think that there was a short period of time between him arriving in hell and rising to power. (I have a lot of ideas about how he got his powers which probably will get its own post, but to brief, he wasn’t super powerful when he arrived in hell.) it makes sense that him and Rosie would have become friends in that period.

When he did start rising to power, I think Rosie would have guided him, given that he was a relatively new sinner. She would help him find overlords to target, possibly even letting him recruit cannibals to help him take them down. After he was finished broadcasting their screams, he would return their bodies to Rosie for her to sell. Maybe any cannibals who helped him would get discounts or first pickings.

This makes sense to me bc not only would it help explain why Alastor has never seen Rosie as a rival or a target, but also it would help explain why they’re so close. Nothing builds a friendship better than overthrowing incredible forces of power. Also they totally square dance on the weekends.

Viv please I need an episode that’s nothing but these two dicking around in cannibal town for twenty minutes.

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showtoonzfan · 1 month

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Thoughts on Husk?

I found Husk okay in the pilot. He didn’t have much to him so I wasn’t really interested, but I did hope to see what the show had planned for him. And Viv basically does what she always does and just rushed everything once the show aired. In episode 1-3 he was fine but once episode 4 hit he’s suddenly soft and caring from there onward, like trusting Angel enough to comfort him (which makes zero sense within the timeline considering he just met this guy a fucking week ago) or being worried about Alastor for some reason. I don’t mind the idea of Husk being a softie or the “wise old mentor” character, cause I do love the concept of someone who’s fucked up so much in life that they now have advice to give, but again his stuff is just rushed. There is no reason why he should care about characters like Angel, Pen, or the hotel.

Same with Angel, Husk was clearly set up to be a stubborn asshole. He’s old and grumpy and wasn’t interested at all in the hotel or it’s people. Now almost instantly he’s trusting of the people around him and helpful at times. He should have been a slow burn, actually fucking SHOW his arc on screen of learning to listen to people or realizing his mistakes, but Viv wanted to do most character arcs off screen, heck…we don’t even get any scenes of Charlie trying to help him…you know, something that was the main premise of the show. Not only that but the only character we see him grow a bond with on screen is Angel and I don’t like that because it only existed just to set them up as a couple and get the shipping fuel going, cause Viv cares more about shipping rather than actually developing the characters themselves.

Him revealing how he used to be an overlord but was in over his head and gambled his soul away was also something that could have been it’s own episode, like for some reason Viv really love’s immediately telling us her character’s backstories and flat out saying the flaws her characters have (cough, Helluva Boss.) It’s such a bummer man cause Husk could have been really good but he’s honestly just…there now, most of the potential he had is out the window cause it’s the clear the only arc Viv has planned for Husk is for him to get with Angel, and then probably be attached to him so yay.

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lilies-n-slander · 29 days

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Hazbin Hotel would be so much more interesting if charlie’s naïveté and surface-level kindness were treated as the actual flaws they are and didn’t work. Heads up, this kinda just turned into a text wall of charlie neg and ranting so don’t read if you don’t want to see that.

How she currently is, she just doesn’t make that much sense in the setting. I’ve seen ppl say that charlie is a fresh take and contrasts the edginess, but I just don’t see how she is possible. You’re telling me she’s been in hell for 200 yrs but still has this childish and naive personality, is still disgusted by the sinners being cannibalistic, violent, and even just horny, and is so detached from those she calls “her people”? She was born in hell, shouldn’t that make her more used to the sinners’ depravity and not less? She doesn’t seem to have a good grasp on what the sinners want or how they behave. It would make more sense if the show leaned into the toxic positivity white savior nepo baby angle (or rather, actually portrayed it as a *bad* thing) and rather than naïveté, her ignorance was out of self-centeredness and/or lack of true empathy for the other sinners. She would be more interesting as a character too imo.

She looks down on the other sinners (and honestly so does the show?? When she’s showing lucifer around and introduces him to her friends, they’re framed as unappealing as a joke… these are the characters the audience is also supposed to care about.. and many of the bg chars, such as the cannibal town residents, are portrayed as simple-minded brutes), there’s a lot of condescending “….ooookay” type of lines and she constantly has to think of nice ways to frame the clearly negative things she thinks about others. So why does she want to save them so much? The more reasonable explanation is a sense of white savior-ness than actually caring about them.

She’s eager to excuse whatever sir pentious did (which I’m assuming she doesn’t know?) and let him in, despite how he makes the other residents (including her own gf!) uncomfortable. And yes I say excuse, because she never inquires about his past sins or discussed him repenting. It seems to start with sorry, but also end with sorry too. This could’ve been made interesting if she simultaneously looked down on but also excused all sorts of heinous acts. Like val is the most openly manipulative and scummy character, he licks her arm, and yet she’s still apologetic about ruining things (Side note, if she’s genuinely apologetic, then she’s actually an idiot because why is she talking to the boom-mic employee *while they’re filming???*).

She doesn’t know what she’s doing and has no concrete plan but gets incredulous at ppl who don’t blindly trust her. Angel has to leave in ep 4 and she gets SO frustrated over it, like you seriously expect everyone to drop all of their other commitments for you? She has her webster definition notecards for the meeting with heaven and has to improvise and rely on angel being good at the club but she gets mad that lucifer isn’t 100% behind her plan?

Also, trust falls? Really? Then she goes “why isn’t this working? We’ve tried everything!” But on that note, the actual episode portrayal is kinda exactly what I’m going for. Not only do the trust falls not work, charlie says, “I love all of you so much,” pulls her puppy eyes, and only vaggie catches her. It’s surface level and shallow, and does not win anyone else over.

In contrast, vaggie’s attempt at building trust, throwing everyone into a battle, *actually works* (despite vaggie only being in hell for 3 years and being heaven-born, she already knows how things work better than charlie!) and yet charlie talks about it as though it already failed. She says “we work best as a team,” with the underlying message being “I can’t trust you to do things on your own.”

If she was waiting so long to reconnect with lucifer, then why hasn’t she called him in years?? Altho I’m currently rotating lucifer in my brain so I might be a bit biased

“If angels can do whatever and stay in the sky” they can’t?? Your dad is RIGHT there. I. What

She has a power dynamic with every other character except lucifer since she has her demon powers, not to mention she’s giving them a place to stay. When vaggie says she appreciates that charlie doesn’t use her powers, charlie doesn’t say “it wouldn’t be right,” she says it would be too *mean.* But if someone pushes her buttons, who’s to say they wouldn’t slip out (see her flip on a dime after val hits angel. Obv it’s justified in this case, but it shows that she’s willing to use her powers on sinners)? Again, it would be interesting if the show actually leaned into this angle. Imagine if she put on a nice front, never swore, seemed genuinely touching and understanding, but the second someone annoys her she annihilates them and becomes threatening and violent. Then she turns around and is nice again. Too much like alastor? idk

Also, many characters refer to her by calling her lucifer’s daughter, so clearly ppl know that if they cross her they’ll face his wrath by proxy (this also fits in thematically with what lute tells her in the first episode, that she’s exempt from the exterminations bc nepotism privilege). So realistically, everyone else would be a bunch of sucking-up yes-men bc they’re afraid of her. Which they kind of are when push comes to shove?

At first, she doesn’t help at all during the war and lets everyone else fight for her. Doesn’t want to get her hands dirty ig, even though all of this was caused by her in the first place. She only starts fighting at vaggie’s urging.

Like husk points out, every meeting charlie has with the angels makes things worse for all the sinners. Despite lucifer’s warnings that the meeting with heaven won’t work, and against vaggie saying to calm down, charlie basically picks a fight with heaven at the risk of *everyone else EXCEPT HER.*

What were charlie and lilith doing to stop the exterminations before lilith took her 7 year leave? Hell, what was charlie doing during those 7 years? Why does she have 0 connections outside of vaggie, who she only met 3 yrs ago? Why does she have to introduce herself to rosie, rather than her already knowing her name?

Also in ep 7 she says to alastor “I can’t believe how you can do exactly what you told me you would do!” (standing by and watching everyone fail at redemption) almost like she wasn’t paying attention to him at all.

“Why would vaggie hide that she was an exterminator” -> Rosie asks “how did that make you feel?” “It made me mad and doubt if she loves me” like I get it, it was a betrayal, but IS she stupid

Ready For This is charlie manipulating a town of ppl to join the army. Her pitch includes “on the way to the hotel the scenery is nice and you can make friends :3” and “have you ever wanted to die for a cause? Notably I myself am spared from being killed but uh that’s your problem.” Alastor pipes in that you can eat the angels and that’s what actually moves the crowd, because he understands them.

Her perspective on violence and where she chooses to draw the line is really confusing. Why does she care about sinners being violent to each other if they’ll just respawn? She stops alastor from beating up sir pentious at an arbitrary point, but is fine with him eating and presumably killing the gangsters who come after mimzy. (Edit: forgot to point out yet another example, that she was fine with vaggie tossing sir pentious and angel off the balcony but stops her from tossing niffty as well for no reason.) Why is she so apologetic to the angels actively killing sinners but was distraught over vaggie having partaken? Why was she opposed to the CANNIBALS being eager to eat the angels and saying “idk, they seem kinda murder-y” WHAT. What? I’m struggling to even begin to describe how ignorant that is during a WAR. What did she think was going to happen, that she wouldn’t have to fight anyone herself? Why did she stop her dad from killing Adam but doesn’t react strongly to Niffty finishing the job? If it mattered so much to her, the lack of reaction seems strange to me.

Isn’t it just so poetic that her weapon in the war is a shield that she uses exclusively on herself, which she hardly even needs due to her contractual immunity?

Why doesn’t she think to use her powers to build and maintain the hotel? That doesn’t require any violence or domineering. Yet when lucifer comes over it’s run-down and falling apart. Or ask lucifer to help her build it? She was concerned that asking for the meeting with heaven was such a big ask—why not start with this small thing? Father-daughter bonding.

Why does the show end w lucifer + the sinners congratulating her, and in particular, rebuilding the hotel? Hell doesn’t know that sir pentious got redeemed, so from their pov charlie’s idea didn’t work at all.

Can you tell that I’m writing this while I’m rewatching the show?

Aaand that’s that. Her char has always come off to me as somewhat condescending/fake, but I keep finding more and more things to dislike about the way she’s been written. Unfortunate. Honestly tho I might enjoy watching her more if I read her through this lens. You could probably write a similar post for most/all other chars in the show, limited only by the amount of screentime they get lmao

#ps it would have made a bit too much sense for the character fucking named ANGEL to be redeemed at the end of the season #he was the one charlie was making her entire case about in ep 6 #like sir pentious was never brought up #and angel was one of the ogs of the hotel #and had ep 4 #but ig the show thought better of it #rewatching the pilot and angel would’ve been so much more interesting ;u; he’s so one-note now…#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #meta #charlie morningstar neg #honestly with lucifer as my blorbo I probably shouldn’t be shittalking charlie #he’d annihilate me #sorry man I just want your daughter to have a bit more confidence… yeah that’s it #.txt

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haleigh-sloth · 3 months

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What are your thoughts on Hazbin? Also, fav song? 👀

Favorite songs: Stayed Gone, Loser Baby, Hell is Forever

But seriously all the music slaps hard. It’s so good.

Thoughts: many

I’ll start with the smaller thoughts and leave the longest (Alastor) for last.

Vaggie is pleasantly explored. I’m surprised in a good way. I also love Charlie and feel like her strength isn’t really on full display yet lol. Exciting.

Angel Dust—my son. Husk—my son in law.

Angel Dust and Husk—I didn’t catch the vibe the first watch through but the second time? Oh they’re gonna be in love later if they aren’t already. I rarely care about ships but I LOVE this one. Good job Hazbin.

I really do like the Vees. They’re clearly antagonists and represent negative effects of social media and technology influence among other things. I mean no they aren’t likable as people, but I certainly like them as characters. I’m excited to see them more.

Everyone else is just fun. I love the found family/home vibe of the hotel. It’s so comforting to me.

Now really, my favorite is Alastor. Shocking I know.

Currently I can’t take my focus off of him. My gut told me he’s a good character to latch onto, and I feel like my gut was right.

I always want a happy ending for my blorbos and I feel like I hit the jack pot here bc he seems like a chaotic “control the game board” type of character (like Izaya, Shigure, Mephisto, etc.). But I think he’s ultimately going to be a benevolent force in the story for what the story is showing (redemption and salvation!).

I’m obsessed with his relationship to Charlie the most, but also I’m just very honed in on how his attachment to the hotel will change throughout the series.

Alastor is hard to read. He’s just a fun little guy. He seems sadistic and uncaring. Emotionless and like an overlord with pretty much no other motive besides power and freedom (regaining what he had before his fight with Vox 7 years ago is what his surface level motive seems to be).

But I cannot take my eyes off of how he’s puts a lot of effort into Charlie and what she wants.

In the pilot he says it’s for shits and giggles, and I’m sure he tells himself it is. But the way he is in the main series (meaning after the pilot) is just very questionable when you remember what he said his motive was. He does a whole lot more than someone who doesn’t actually give a shit.

Sure, it’s nothing for him to defend the hotel really. A mindless chore. But I started getting like ???? when Lucifer showed up. Lucifer clearly bothers Alastor (the frame was deliberately showing Alastor’s eye twitch when Lucifer showed up at the hotel and hugged his daughter). Then of course there was the hilarious “I’m a better dad than him” bit that made me lose my mind. Then in the second to last episode Alastor said “it’s not like you’ve ever failed to inspire before”—obviously meaning himself, has me even more like ???!!!! Something about Charlie inspires him and gets him up and moving and I just love that and want to explore it more and see what that brings for him.

The finale episode shows him starting to crack. He laughs at the thought of almost dying for his friends—the notion hilarious to him. Except he DID ALMOST DIE FOR HIS “FRIENDS”. And I think the reality of that freaks him out. I don’t think he’s very in tune with how he really feels about the company he has right now. Not yet. I really do think right now he’s focused on revenge against Vox, bc he’s openly competitive against him and clearly has a vendetta. I think that clouds everything else with him right now and it’ll be a problem later.

I’ve also gotta give it to a couple of other pals who basically confirmed for me that Alastor’s character is heading for redemption. The kind of redemption the hotel aims for (whether that ends with a place in heaven or not idk or care bc I just want him to have a happy ending with everyone). He doesn’t know this, or acknowledge this. But Charlie’s influence is contagious and Alastor is already infected by it a little. It’ll become more obvious later I think as everyone else around Charlie finds love and happiness in the hotel. We’re already seeing it with Angel and Husk and we saw it with Sir Pentious. Alastor won’t be immune from this I’m sure. Which is what I’m the most excited for. I want to see that man change—and he already is but I want to see more. I can see Alastor accepting salvation/redemption as a major obstacle or barrier and probably something very important for Charlie to accomplish, but I think it’ll be one of the best things in the series too.

Alastor is clearly the creator’s baby. He’s obviously the most complex and has the most going on internally. She’s said he’s existed since she was in high school. He’s important to her and important to the show and I can tell the show will take good care of him. I’m very, very excited for it.

I haven’t felt this excited about something in a while so it’s nice and refreshing. I love the show as a whole but I’m so down for Alastor and his arc. I don’t think I’ll be disappointed.

#clearly #I love Alastor #lol #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #mettyyy

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kiddoryder · 1 year

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Inner Demons

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I wrote a helluva boss fanfic. Been busy with life. But I’m back!

This story will be about @loli-momo1908 OC Blitz facing his inner demons

So, relax and enjoy the story!

“Stop!”

“Monster!”

“Run away!”

Blitz was in his final demon form. He was stomping, roaring, and destroying the city left to right. Demons were running away, screaming in fear, or even getting killed. Blitz was in his blind rage not caring about hurting anybody.

“Blitzy stop!”

He turned around and saw his baby sister Sophie. Next to her was Angel Dust holding her hand.

Sophie - “Please stop this!”

Angel - “This isn’t you, Blitz! You’re not a monster!”

Sophie - *tearfully* “Please! I want my brother back!”

Angel - “Come back to us Blitz! *cries* I love you!!”

Blitz just let out a huge roar. Just before he can raise his giant wing up-

Blitz woke up panting and sweating. He looked around and saw that he was in his room and in his bed. He looked at his hands and was relieved that he wasn’t in his final demon form. He looked at his clock and it was 3:00am. Blitz got up from his bed and quietly walked to Sophie’s room.

Good thing it was only across from him. He quietly opened the door, and saw Sophie in her bed peacefully asleep hugging her favorite stuffed dog Fluffy. Blitz smiles and closes the door. Then he quietly went to Angel’s room and opened the door. Angel was also asleep with Fat Nuggets next to him on the bed sleeping as well. Blitz smiles and closes the door.

“Can’t sleep? I couldn’t imagine you as a peeping Tom.”

Blitz turned around and saw Alastor. Unlike the people in the hotel, Alastor was wide awake and doing his usual smile.

Blitz - *annoyed* “What do you want? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Alastor - “Oh I don’t need sleep. I can do fine without it. I was just planning to go out and get some fresh chops.”

Blitz - “In the middle of the night?”

Alastor - “Why yes, my good man. I do enjoy eating a light snack. I would use Angel’s pet for a snack, but Charlie and Angel tell him not to harm that little swine. So, Bradley, why are you up?”

Blitz - *annoyed* “First of all, it’s Blitz. Second, it’s none of your business.”

Alastor - “Hmm. I can see your dreams are keeping you awake.”

Blitz - *surprised* “How did you know?”

Alastor - “I can tell the way you breathe. Clearly your dreams are causing you some kind of distress.”

Blitz - “Why do you care?”

Alastor - “Cause my dear boy, I am quite fond of you and your sister. After all, I am a friend of your parents.”

Blitz - “Look, just because your friends with my parents doesn’t mean you got my trust. I candle it myself. Goodnight.”

Alastor - “Alright my boy.”

Blitz went back to his room and tried to go back to sleep. Trying to ignore how Alastor knew about his nightmares.

()()()()()()()()()

The next morning Blitz groggily woke up. He once again didn’t sleep well. He groggily went downstairs to make himself breakfast. As he was cooking him and Sophie’s pancakes, he slowly closed his eyes feeling so tired. Then all of a sudden, he heard somebody said:

“Blitz! Blitz, wake up!”

“You’re on fucking fire!”

That’s when Blitz opened his eyes and they were widen in horror: the pancakes were burning up, the fire and smoke was getting bigger and the flames almost moved to his arm.

Blitz - *horrified* “Oh shit!!”

Blitz quickly put the pan in the sink and used his magic to summon a fire extinguisher. He used it to put out the fire and cool down the pan. After that, the fire was out and the pancakes were now black and hard.

Angel - “So man covers for breakfast?”

()()()()()()()()()

After the fire, Niffty made pancakes for everyone. She was busy washing the dishes. Blitz was quietly and slowly eating his breakfast. He was feeling guilty for nearly causing a fire to the hotel. Charlie had a concerned look on her face.

Charlie - *concerned* “You okay Blitz?”

Blitz - *sighs* “No…I almost put you guys and the hotel in danger.”

Vaggie - “It was an accident, Blitz.”

Angel - “Yeah. I mean it’s not the first time the hotel nearly got messed up. It always gets messed up. *Vaggie glares at him* Well it’s true.”

Blitz - “But still: It was reckless of me to cook despite being tired.”

Sophie - “Did you had a bad dream Blitzy?”

Blitz - “Yeah. It was kind of scary…”

Vaggie - “How long has this been going on?”

Blitz - “Honestly? A couple of days.”

Charlie - “Oh man no wonder you are tired. Those nightmares are messing with your head.”

Angel - “Geez Blitz! Ya gotta do something. Next ya think you know, you would go outside thinking you have clothes on, but you would be naked. Although that does sound kind of sexy.”

Blitz’s face grew red as a tomato and slap Angel on the back of the head.

Blitz - “Don’t even think about that you horny dumbass!”

Husk - “In that kinky bastard weird way, he’s actually right. If ya don’t get enough sleep, you will do some worst shit. You wouldn’t be able to tell what’s real or not.”

Charlie - “Yeah. You need some way to confront your dreams.”

Blitz - “But how?”

Niffty - “Ooh you can go to Alastor! He’s good with mind stuff! I mean he always know that men are always on my mind.”

Vaggie - “No! I don’t trust that radio talking shit lord. Knowing him, he would mess with Blitz’s head.”

Sophie - *scared* “I don’t want Alastor to mess with Blitz’s head!”

Blitz - *comforting* “Don’t worry Sophie, he’s not going to mess with my head. I don’t trust him to do that kind of stuff.”

Charlie - “I wish I can help but I don’t know how to do those kinds of things.”

Angel - “What about Sonya and her Ma?

Charlie - “They went to the Sloth ring for vacation.”

Sophie - *gasps and cutely jump* “Ooh! Ooh! I know who Big Brother should see!”

Vaggie - *confused* “Really who?”

Sophie - “The Star Owl!”

Husk - *confused* “The Star Owl?”

Angel - “You’re gonna have to fill us in on that one sweetie.”

Sophie - “He’s the prince of the Glowetia and he’s an owl. He got magic powers of seeing the sky. We saw him in the harvest moon festival.”

Charlie - *eyes widen* “Oh! Sophie, do you mean Stolas?”

Sophie - *nodding* “He is Blitzy’s teacher. And he got magic! Maybe he can help Blitz with his bad dreams.”

Blitz - “That’s…Actually a good idea Sophie. *Pets her head and she giggled* I do trust him WAY more than I trust Alastor.”

Angel - “What ya think he can do?”

Blitz - “I honestly don’t know. But I do know that with his magic, it can be strong enough to help.”

Charlie - “You do whatever you think is right and we will support it.”

Blitz - *smiles* “Thanks Charlie.”

()()()()()()()()

After breakfast, Blitz got ready to go to Stolas's mansion. He was about to leave the hotel until he heard:

“Wait Blitz!”

Blitz turned around and saw Sophie and Angel.

Angel - “Sophie wanna give you something before you go.”

Sophie took it out of her pocket and gave it to Blitz. It was a cute drawing of him and Sophie together inside of a heart. It also said: “I love you, Blitz!”

Sophie - “I made it for you. I thought it can also help you feel better.”

Blitz - *smiles warmly* “Aww thank you Sophie.”

Then Angel gave Blitz a kiss on the cheek. This made Blitz wildly blush as Sophie giggled.

Angel - “Good luck Blitz. I know you can do it.”

Blitz - *smiles* “Thank you Angel.”

Blitz gave a kiss back at Angel. He left the hotel, put the drawing in his pocket, and began to fly to Stolas’s mansion.

()()()()()()()()()

After flying for almost 30 minutes, Blitz landed in front of Stolas’s door. He rang the doorbell and then the door opened. It was one of Stolas’s butler Pringles.

Blitz - “Uh hi. Is Stolas here?”

Pringles - “Oh yes. He’s in his greenhouse. I'll fetch him for you. You can wait in the kitchen.”

Blitz - “Thank you.”

Blitz went to the kitchen and sat down in one of the chairs. He looked around and noticed Stella wasn’t there. Which was surprising because Stella would be on the phone gossiping to her friends or her brother. Or she would be yelling at Stolas over something stupid or keep bringing up that he slept with an imp. Then Blitz saw footsteps and saw Stolas in regular gardening clothes.

Stolas - “Oh! Bradley how nice to see you.”

Blitz - “It ‘s nice to see you.”

Normally, Blitz dislikes it when people call him by his real name. Even overlords like Alastor. He would only allow his parents or somebody high class like Charlie’s father to call him Bradley. But with Stolas, Blitz made an exception since Stolas is also a friend of his mother and helps her with her powers and isn’t a royal snob. Plus, it also to avoid confusion with the imp Blitzo.

Stolas - “What brings you here? You know we don’t have lessons until next week.”

Blitz - “Well yes but I need your help with something. Is it okay? I mean I don’t want you to get in the way if you’re busy or have to do something with your wife.”

Stolas - “Oh don’t worry about her my dear boy, Stella and I officially divorce. I don’t have to worry about her cruelty anymore.”

Blitz - *eyes widen* “Wow! Really?”

Stolas - “It was for the better for Via and I. We don’t need that toxic woman in our life.”

Blitz - “Well that’s good that you guys are divorce and don’t have to deal with her.”

Stolas - “Thank you. Now let me just change and we can discuss the problem in the library.”

()()()()()()()()()

After changing his clothes, Stolas took Blitz to his library. After Blitz told Stolas about his nightmares, Stolas said:

Stolas - “It’s sound like you’re having fears of your final demon form.”

Blitz - “Well…It was kind of terrifying. I felt like I couldn’t control myself.”

Stolas - “I know. Since you crashed half the city.”

Blitz - “How did you know?”

Stolas - “I was one of the witnesses who saw it.”

Blitz - *embarrassed* “Oh great…”

Stolas - “My dear boy there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It actually shows your final demon is powerful enough. Almost to the point of overlord level. You just need to learn how to control it.”

Blitz - “I don’t know how.”

Stolas - “To control your final demon form, you need to confront your past. I got something that can help.”

()()()()()()()()()

Stolas took Blitzo to a different room. This time, this room was like a chamber but yet a comfortable bedroom.

Stolas - “I was sent here before when I had trouble with my powers.”

Blitz - *unease* “So…Locking me up here is gonna help?

Stolas - *chuckles* “I’m not gonna lock you up here my boy. What the room does is help you face your past.”

Blitz - “Really?”

Stolas - “Yep. I made some special herbal tea that can help you sleep and face your past.”

Stolas handed Blitz the cup of tea. It smelled sweet and Blitz started to drink the tea. It tasted really good and sweet at the same time. After finishing drinking it, Blitz started to feel tired.

Stolas - “The tea should put you to sleep any minute. You ready to face your past?”

Blitz - *tired* “I-I’m ready.”

The tea started to overwhelm Blitz and before he knew it, he fell asleep on the bed.

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz opened his eyes and the first thing he saw he was alone. The area he was at was just pitch black.

Blitz - “Hello? Anybody here?”

There was nothing but silence. But then he heard a giggle. He turned around and saw himself as a little kid. He was holding two hands which belong to his parents: Arthur and Josephine McKnight who was walking by his side. Blitz eyes tear up a little, and was about to touch them but his hand just went through like water.

Blitz - dismayed “Oh right…They are just my memories…”

Then he heard mean laughter. He saw his younger past self getting bullied, two imp like demons were pulling his wings. Young Blitz was getting angry and was struggling to get free.

Imp bully - Look at these stupid wings!”

Imp bully 2 - “I bet he got these from his parents.”

Imp bully - “I guess that makes them stupid too!”

The imp bullies laugh but young Blitz’s eyes turn red and he growls. He broke free, and began to beat up the bully. Young Blitz was beating him up so bad that the teacher came to pull him off and kids ran away in fear. Blitz’s eyes widened and looked uncomfortable.

Blitz - “Man even as a kid I had anger issues…”

But then his eyes widen when then saw his teenage self playing with a little Sophie. Blitz, Sophie and their parents looked so happy. But then Ryan O’Grady came with an evil smile on his face and broke into their house.

Blitz - “No!”

But the memories played of Ryan O’Grady attacking and destroying his home. Killing his parents, hurting him, and Blitz running off with Sophie in his arms. Then the memories change to his current age of the memory of him turning into his final demon form, and destroying cities.

Blitz - *fearful* “No stop!”

Then the memories stop, much to Blitz’s relief. But then all of a sudden, he heard a loud roar. He turned around and eyes widened in horror; it was his final demon form. His final demon form tried to attack Blitz by stomping on him, Blitz quickly dodges it. Blitz tried to use his witchcraft, but it wasn’t strong enough to defeat his final demon form.

Blitz - *scared* “W-Why isn’t it working?!”

The final demon form smacked him in the air and Blitz crashed down. Blitz tried to use his powers again, but they were getting weaker to the point they just bounced off his final demon like if he was throwing toys at them. His final demon form breathes fire, and Blitz dodge the fire. But then even his flying started to feel weak as well.

Not knowing what else to do, Blitz decided to just run with his final demon form chasing him. Blitz didn’t know where to run but he kept running far away. He feels stop and clutch his hands into his head and cover himself with his wings.

Blitz - *scared* “Why…Why can’t I do this?!”

“It’s because you are afraid.”

Blitz looked up and turned around.

Blitz - “Stolas? Is that you? My powers aren’t working!”

“Bradley, your powers aren’t working because of your fears.”

Blitz - *terrified* “Please wake me up! I can’t do this!”

“Yes, you can! These are your memories, your final demon form is base on your pain and regrets. But they don’t control you, YOU control them.”

Blitz - “B-But- “

Blitz turned around and saw his final demon form. It roared and swatted Blitz away. Blitz landed on his back until a piece of paper was on his face. He removed the paper and saw it was Sophie’s drawing of him and her together. Blitz’s eyes widen and realize something: the picture also represent the good memories he has: playing and caring for Sophie, living at the hotel, making new friends, being with Angel, protecting them, etc.

No longer feeling afraid, Blitz had a determined look on his face. He turned and just when his final demon form was about to crush him under its foot, a blue shield was around Blitz and the final demon form lost its balance and fell on the ground. When it got up, Blitz raises his left hand, and the demon form left hand was raised up as well. Blitz began to control his final demon like if it was a puppet.

Blitz - “You controlled me slowly for years! You made me hurt people, nearly hurt the ones I care about, made me blind with rage. But I’m not going to let you do that anymore! For now, on, I CONTROL YOU!”

Blitz also summons a very powerful blue witchcraft beam and aims at his final demon form. It screamed in pain and then there was smoke. Blitz took a deep breath and sighs in relief as the smoke disappears. Then Blitz saw that his final demon was now a weak tired baby bat who was panting in pain. Feeling sympathetic, Blitz walked up to it and gently picked it up with his hands.

Blitz - “You didn’t mean to do those things did you? You just had a lot of anger and regrets and didn’t know how to let out those feelings. *The final demon form squeaks* But I’ll admit you’re a part of me. You also made me a survivor and helped me get strong. So, I actually do need you.”

The final demon form smiles and gave Blitz a hug. Blitz smiled and his final demon a hug back. Then there was a glowing light.

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz opened his eyes and saw that the chambers was slightly messy. Some things were destroyed. He turned to Stolas who had a few cuts and bruises. But he looked concerned over Blitz.

Stolas - “Are you alright Bradley?”

Blitz - *nodding* “Y-Yeah. *Looks around and cringe* I made the mess, didn't I?”

Stolas - “I’m afraid so. Your powers were coming out during your slumber request. It took a little while to control you before you went haywire.”

Blitz - *sad* “Oh man…I’m really sorry.”

Stolas - “But it was okay. You didn’t do serious damage to me or the place. The important part is you managed to control your final demon. Take a look in the mirror.”

Blitz - *confused* “What do you mean?”

Stolas summons a mirror and Blitz eyes widen in shock. He was in his final demon form but this time, he was still the same height, actually able to focus, not feeling anger or blind with rage. He touched the mirror and also realized it’s not a trick or a dream.

Blitz - shocked “I-It that really me?”

Stolas - *nodding* “Yes, my dear boy. You managed to perfect and accept your final demon form. But you still need some training on the powers. I would be glad to train you on them.”

Blitz smiled and did the one thing he rarely does: he gave Stolas a hug. Stolas was a bit surprised but he hugged Blitz back.

Blitz - “Thank you Stolas. For everything.”

Stolas - “You’re welcome my dear boy.”

Blitz also took a deep breath, focus, and turned back to his regular self. He gave Stolas a smile and began to fly back home.

()()()()()()()()

Angel - “So that's how you managed to control your final demon form?”

Blitz - *nodding* “Shocking, isn’t it?”

After flying back to Stolas, it was late at night and Sophie was already asleep. But Angel was awake and decided to tell him about his adventure.

Angel - “I’ll admit: it took me a while to control my final demon form, but I’m glad you managed to control yours.”

Blitz - “I know…Angel, do you think of me as a monster?”

Angel - *shocked* “No way! What made you think that?”

Blitz - “It’s just…*sighs* when I turned into my final demon the first time, I was like a total monster. I wasn’t myself at all and I almost hurt you and the others.”

Angel - “But Blitz, you didn’t mean it. It not like you decided to turn into your final demon form and destroy everything.”

Blitz - “Yeah that’s true.”

Angel - “Besides, I know who you really are: a kind caring and even sexy demon bat.”

Blitz - “You really think so?

Angel - “Hey babe, I've been in Hell for a REALLY long time. I seen worst monsters. I mean have ya met Val?”

Blitz - *chuckles* “That’s so true. *smiles* thanks Angel.”

Angel - “No problem. *flirty* You know there’s always room for one more in bed.”

Blitz threw a pillow at Angel’s face.

Blitz - *annoyed* “Don’t push your luck you dumbass!”

Angel - “Alright. See ya tomorrow, Blitz. Sweet dreams.”

Angel left to his room to sleep. After switching to his pajamas, Blitz went to his bed and cover himself with the blanket. For the first time in a few days, Blitz finally got some sleep. Also, for the first time in forever, Blitz finally felt peace with himself.

Hope you like it!

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #my fanfic #blitz and sophie aren't mine

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sgt-mark-smith · 11 months

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And now I get to write about my devout baby, my strange fish, and the current love of my life. Big time spoilers under the cut!

So obviously the first thing we need is a little eye candy!

All right, meta time, here we go!

By far my favorite character, and tied with his sister for the most interesting, Manaaki Kokiri was made in a blender to be my kryptonite. He’s got the religious conviction, the layers of guilt, the war trauma, the sincerity, the dumbassery, the ‘oddness,’ the sad eyes, he’s got it all and I love him. I’m not the only one either; he seems to have a way of winning the hearts of the white people around him without even trying.

(Unless they’re clearly being framed by the text as Bad News like Miss Violet here, of course!)

Of course I have to talk about the religiosity first, because where else would I start, right? Characters with religious convictions, especially male characters with religious convictions, are irresistible to me, and here comes Bible-totin’, Scripture-quotin’ Manaaki, on an errand from his Prophet (I’ll talk a lot more about Manaaki vis-a-vis the Prophet when I get to the speculation at the end). Like I said, I don’t know exactly where under the Christendom umbrella his religious beliefs are, but he’s got them!

And even when his life upends and he clearly can’t go back to the home where his religious self was born and nurtured, he still holds onto that religiosity because I think it’s the closest thing to ‘home’ he has left - though the pitch of that religiosity shifts, has much more gravitas by the end.

(I can’t do gifs, screengrabs are the best you’re going to get.)

And I don’t know how much of this is actually in the script and how much of it is the acting, but he’s just. he’s so. I know I can’t keep just slapping the autism label on every character I come across, but look at him! He normally takes care to be polite (when he’s not furiously trying to shame his sister) but seems to need minor social nudges - Charlie has to tell him to take off his hat inside the hotel, and both Cissy and Will Chambers call him ‘odd.’ He also has a very sincere manner - whether as a result of writing, direction, acting choices, or all three - but I find it very sweet.

And he’s a dumbass! Awa told him in no uncertain terms that she didn’t want to go back to the compound, that she didn’t want to be tied down as some man’s broodmare, and yet the moment she showed up all wide-eyed claiming that ‘oh I said I was leaving my director and he frightened me 🥺” he totally believed her!

Also, stereotypes about violent brown men are bad and harmful, but at the same time, brown men should get to be a little feral sometimes as a treat. Awa obviously knew Manaaki had it in him, what with the way she turned him loose against Alonso, even if it did end up majorly backfiring on her. And of course that feral side came allll the way out on the war front. Such are the things that happen when we go to war, you know.

(We’ll come back to No Man’s Land, don’t you worry.)

He’s as sexist as any other of the other dudes around him, of course, to the point that he has no problem being a judgy bitch to the sister who literally raised him. He obviously thinks the best treatment you can give a woman is to lock her down into marriage and see that she’s materially provided for. He clearly doesn’t get what Bea means when she says ‘women aren’t horses,’ and even refers to Cissy as a ‘pretty mare.’ (I’m gonna say more about Manaaki and Cissy in another meta, because boy do I have a lot to say about that pairing!)

We’ve gotta talk about Harry. Oh boy have we got to talk about Harry! I’ve already made this clear in the screengrab posts, but to me Manaaki and Harry are the show’s real gay soldier ship, so much so that one of them even dies - in combat, no less! (This in contrast to the canonically gay twinks that, to the show’s credit, do both make it out of the war alive and back into each other’s arms. Like, this show purposely avoided the bury-your-gays with its actual gays ... only for Harry’s death to feel like a bury-your-gays!)

Let me just give you a few screengrabs.

Please watch the show, you really do just have to see them together. The chemistry is. Wow.

And of course a major part of the appeal is that they’re so opposite, character-wise. Harry, a gamblin’ good-for-nothing shit-stirring contrarian scalawag, and church boy Manaaki (wink at @vintonharper). And even in the field, it’s Harry who’s running a little black market on his own while Manaaki’s out here Scripture-checking the chaplain and disobeying orders (technically) to avoid using a gun, at least the one time. And Harry gets Manaaki to drink, to accept black market ... onions, I guess, little things. You’ll never convince me they didn’t explore each other’s bodies at least once offscreen.

And I’m not going into detail about That Moment, or about what Manaaki did, because I have nothing to say. Nothing. It wrecked me, okay?

But the larger effects of the war on Manaaki are actually why I would argue that WWGTW is really his story. This is where the arc really takes shape. “Does the Bible not say it is a sin to kill?” he asks at the Smiths’ dinner table with all the certainty in the world. Then comes the death of Alonso, and the text really leaves it up to the viewer as to how much responsibility Manaaki actually bears for it, and it shakes him up; he initially goes to war desperately trying not to actively shoot anyone ... and then this moment.

There’s a breath, after the gun goes off for the first time, and then the switch happens, and he’s a sniper now. Later when the detective first comes by and he runs to Awa in distress, he calls himself a murderer - “I’ve killed many men!” - and tells Cissy that he feels like a corrupting influence. And when Detective Blaine asks him directly if he would kill again? He nods. And later he goes back to the war front.

(Now this is where the show is handicapped by how short it is, because there isn’t time for Manaaki’s church boy half and traumatized killer half to really integrate so that he can become a whole person. It feels a little rushed, watching Ghost-Harry vanish into the night during the evacuation; it doesn’t feel quite right, watching him read Cissy’s letter and smile while the framing implies that he’s going to go home and start co-parenting his son soon.)

And the way he essentially falls into the arms of the Smith family after Harry’s death can be read as slightly unhealthy, their glomming onto him as a repalcement son/brother when he’s at his most vulnerable, and yet.

That traditional greeting/farewell that Manaaki gives Bea especially, with the warm glow of the sun over their shoulders, absolutely wrecked me and I love it with all my heart. God, the feels it gave me! That ‘smith family loving manaaki for 1000 minutes’ tag exists on my blog for a reason, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Awa might prefer (or just have gotten accustomed to) a life of emotional reticence, but Manaaki doesn’t seem built for that.

(That there autism, see. Contrary to popular belief, we’re usually deeply social, we just need people in our lives who are kind to us when we’re not masking.)

Okay, time for some speculation!

I have a theory that the Prophet was a major father figure to Manaaki after the departure of the elder Mr. Kokiri. The bright-eyed reverence with which Manaaki refers to ‘my Prophet,’ the fact that the Prophet clearly knows he can deploy Manaaki to bring Awa back, the way Awa talks about how the Prophet intends to reward him - there’s a relationship there, and it didn’t happen overnight.

This relates to what I theorized about Awa and why she fled, because it sounds to me like the Prophet seized on the opportunity to groom two orphans, and Manaaki was young enough to be successfully molded where Awa wasn’t. Which also suggests that Manaaki’s growing closeness to the Prophet was a big wedge between them, and that the Prophet perhaps leveraged that closeness to get at Awa. Thus her (likely) cutting off direct contact with Manaaki after she left (“You found me, you clever bugger.”).

I don’t know how big a role the Prophet plays in Manaaki’s spirituality, though. He continues to be actively religious even after he’s lost the chance to go home. Clearly the Prophet gives himself leave to all the sex he wants, but Manaaki is pure as the driven snow when he meets Cissy, which is hardly the norm for young men who grow up with that kind of religious entitlement.

Because the Prophet clearly shaped how he views women and sexuality, Awa included; he reacts to the loss of his virginity with guilt, and yet he doesn’t seem to think less of Cissy for her clear desire for him. (Although I could be giving him too much credit, and the lack of conflict around Manaaki losing respect for Cissy could just be another result of the absurdly short runtime.)

Well, there’s more I could say and will say about Manaaki, but I think I’ve hit a lot of the highlights. He’s an amazingly layered and complex character, performed to perfection by Alex Tarrant.

#when we go to war 2015 #when we go to war miniseries #wwgtw spoilers #wwgtw meta #manaaki kokiri #the big manaaki meta #elvella rambles #alex tarrant #alex tarrant rules me #my devout baby #he's a strange fish that one #the smith family loving manaaki for 1000 minutes

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Why I Believe Angel and Husker Will (or Should) Be Endgame

As a shipper and a writer, I pride myself on finding the meat in shipping material, and despite how little official content for it is available, Hazbin Hotel’s juiciest pairing (by my observation, and not counting Charlie x Vaggie cuz that’s already canon) is Huskerdust or Angelhusk, the main mlm pairing in Hazbin Hotel between Angel Dust and Husker. While I’m a big fan of any mlm pairing no matter how small the serving size, this one is an absolute feast, and I want to explain why I think that is, because Angel flirts with multiple men in the first episode, namely Sir Pentious, Alastor, and Husker. So he just comes across as a relentless flirt, but I believe his destiny truly lies with the grumpy sourpuss bartender.

Given what we’ve learned about Angel Dust from the Addict music video and the prequel comic, it’s becoming clear that Angel doesn’t exactly love his situation. He pretends it’s fun and glamourous for his image, but it’s all an act. In the very last pannel for the comic, we can even see a box of dildos in his room with the words “for fun” crossed out, and the box being relabled as “work stuff”. I believe that Angel’s arc and character growth will be strengthened by having a love interest who cares about Angel as something beyond a sex object. Travis and Valentino clearly only see Angel as a piece of meat. Even Tom Trench one of the... less horrible denizens of Hell we’ve met, only recognizes Angel as a porn star, implying that he too only values Angel for his body. The creators have even verified that Angel will have a love interest in the series. So, that’s the easy part. Angel’s very clearly a gay man, and him having a love interest will help put the romance back in relationships with men for Angel. No surprises there. So why will/should it be Husker who fulfills that role as Angel’s redeeming lover?

In the simplest terms, it’s because their needs fit together perfectly. Angel needs someone to care about him romantically that also values his emotions, mind, and autonomy instead of just his body. Husk has likewise pretty much spelled out the flaw he needs to fix. He lost the ability to love years ago. Whether he just shuts out his emotions, someone broke his heart and now he’s jaded and bitter, or he freezes out his feelings so he won’t get hurt again, Husk has rejected love and his feelings. Learning to love and open up to Angel helps Husk to overcome those toxic coping mechanisms. Especially because his other vices such as drinking, are an extension of his core issue. His hang-ups with love. He drinks to forget and suppress. Overcoming his issues with his emotions will help Husk free himself of other sins in the process. Now the important issue though, does Husker even like boys? Yes, he does. Husker was confirmed by members of the crew to be pansexual, so he is capable of finding Angel attractive. Also, on a related note, Alastor is both Asexual and Aromantic, so he’s very unlikely to give Angel the core thing he needs, the tender appreciation of his romantic partner. That’s not to say Asexuals and Aromantics can’t date, it’s just less probable. And all the other males are either villains, or objectify Angel already. Which kind of leaves Husker as the best candidate for Angel’s love interest, at least currently. In fairness we know very little about Baxter, but that’s the thing. Without knowing anything about him, we can’t really weigh him against the other options.

Character design is very important, as it can provide visual cues about a character. Looking at these two, they share a lot of similarities. Starting from the top, while not visible here, there is a heart-shaped spot on the back of Angel’s head, and this heart appears as well on Husker’s forehead, palms, and wings. More importantly, I may be wrong, but I believe the only characters with hearts in their design are all connected to Angel. Only Travis and Val share this heart motif, two men Angel has had sex with, though in Valentino’s case, it's not always willingly. They share their wearing of a bow tie, but to be fair, Charlie wears one too, as does Sir Pentious, so it’s a weak connection. Color theory also matters. Firstly, they are Yin and Yang. Angel is mostly white with a few dark accents, while Husker is mostly dark gray/black with white accents. Angel’s left eye, bow tie, and shorts/skirt are also the same color (or pretty close) as Husker’s darker fur patches on his forearsms, ankles, ear tips, and whiskers. The stripes on Angel’s top also repeat in Husker’s ears. Finally, while not repeating on Angel’s design, Husker’s fur on his ankles resembles spats, a fashion trend from the early 1900s. Although this trend was pretty dead in widespread use by the 1940s, it remained popular with gangsters and mafia, so much so that it’s almost a streotype of mafia. Angel’s family was an Italian crime family involved with mafia dealings. So while it makes little sense for a man who died in the 1970s to be wearing spats, it connects him to Angel’s ballpark of time as well as drawing connections to Angel’s past and his family.

Hazbin Hotel has Instagram accounts for the characters, and using Husker (bar_cat75) Angel Dust (angie_fluffy_bootz) and Niffty (babyfeathrdustr), we can put together further developments in their relationship off-screen. Starting with one of Husker’s posts, we see Angel leaning on the bar offering him a ticket to his “peep show”. The next post shows Husker still at the bar, but now there’s drool on the counter, and we can see the back of one of Angel’s legs and the red smoke from the Addict video trailing behind him with the line “Fuck, I passed out. Did I miss something?” Next, there’s a post from Niffty of Angel leaning on the railing smoking as he does in the post-credits sequence of the Addict video. Granted, I can’t tell how much of Addict is prequel and how much is happening in real time following the pilot, but we know at least the ending is canonically after the pilot episode. Seems like Angel wanted Husker there (we don’t know if he offered tickets to anyone else) and he seems bummed that he didn’t go, with a later message from Husker (that I can only seem to find in Tumblr posts) with Husker realizing that he missed Angel’s show and feels bad about it. As “owing” Angel a favor for missing his show, Angel leaves his beloved pet pig Fat Nuggets in Husker’s care, who proceeds to eat all of Husker’s limes and cherries. Now it is very important to point out that Fat Nuggets seems to fill the dual role of “purse dog” and emotional support animal for Angel, so leaving him in Husker’s care shows a lot of trust because this animal means a LOT to him. There’s also apparently rumors that Alastor keeps trying to eat Fat Nuggets which... I haven’t found a credible source for. But if Angel is worried about Fat Nuggets’ safety, him trusting Husker to protect his pig only further demonstrates his trust in the grumpy old booze cat. Upset about all the fruit Fat Nuggets ate (because it’s not easy to get in Hell) Husker wants Angel to pay to replace what the pig ate, but Angel argues that because Husker owed him a favor it’s not his responsibility. Angel says he’ll pay him if Husker agrees to come to his next show, and they compromise to get milkshakes instead. The creators said Husker was a Tsundere, and it shows. Someone called their outing a date, and Husker was QUICK to shout that it wasn’t a date, just settling up on a favor. This almost plays out like an episode 2, turning the Addict Video into the jumping off point for a second story in the hotel. I don’t know how many full narratives will come out of the Instagram accounts like this, but it’s really cool how they’re approaching this almost like a multi-media story, and I’m curious to see if this will continue when the show starts airing on television. One last thing of note is that in Angel’s latest post, there’s pictures of Fat Nuggets, Cherri Bomb, and Husker on his bedroom wall, much to Husker’s annoyance. In all of these Instagram posts, Angel seems to now be training ALL of his attention on flirting with Husk, to the point that unless another character sweeps Angel off his feet or causes Angel to start flirting with them instead of Husker, I think this pairing is sailing quickly and unopposed toward the canon zone.

I hope I’ve provided sufficient proof to back up my wild accusations, but I sincerely believe all of the building blocks have already been assembled to create a compelling romance between these characters. The flaws they need to overcome interlock with each other perfectly, their designs draw connections between them, and their Instagram accounts weave together a narrative for a soft Episode 1.5. I believe all of this together points that these two are meant to become a romantic couple, and if they aren’t, then maybe the showrunners should consider it.

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unknowconcreteflower-art-blog-me · 4 years

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Why Husker will be the driving force to save Angel Dust; Instagram deep-dive story! Angelhusk explained.

Okay full disclosure Hazbin Hotel is an adult cartoon has dark touchy subject matter so please tread carefully. This goes into shipper territory and I don’t want to get attack in my inbox about this or attacking each other too much shipping wars plus I’m a multi-shipper... But for the sake of this post it’s going to be all fuel Angelhusk (or Huskerdust), yes okay great thank you. This is a continuation of my previous post which was just a prequel to this one. I ended the post saying Husker will be the one to reach out to Angel and helping him.

First I’ll be breaking down Husker’s first appearance and how his character is. When Alastor first summons him, he’s very pissed off when he’s pulled from the poker game. And he’s very quick show his anger, without fear despite Alastor being “one of the most powerful demons in Hell”, and does not care. Though this is a very short interaction we know that Husker does not put up with BS, he’s a drinker, and a poker player. How is this important to Angel Dust? Well Angel Dust, often hypes himself up but also tears himself down in the process, emphasizing that during the limo ride after being scolded by Vaggie that “his body is flawless, everybody wants a piece”... and thinks that’s all anybody wants from him. This is Angel’s way of protecting himself; he flirts with them first before they can hurt him, it’s just hidden with his confidence.

In reality he thinks everyone looks down on him, which is why he doesn’t accept help or confine in Charlie (like when he flipped her off )he isn’t taking a pity party. Angel hides his pain with vibrato and at the same time is too prideful to ask for help... he won’t admit when he’s in trouble. I explained this a little more in detail in my previous post why he thinks Charlie and Vaggie look down on him. But with Husker he in the same boat; using his addictions (gambling & drinking) to cope with his problems. Angel will be more incline to gravitate towards Husker and telling him his problems. I say this because it’s the same reason why Angel confines in Cherri, and is close with her. And unlike Charlie who can be naive at time ( don’t get me wrong I still love her), Husker will know when he’s over stepping his boundaries, and when to helping him since he’s going through something similar.

(Charlie wanting to help Angel but doesn’t know how...)

So all of you maybe wondering, how is Husker gonna help Angel dust then if he hides his problems like that. Vivziepop made Husker a poker-player for a reason, he knows how to tell if someone’s bluffing. And it’s already been established that Angel has a terrible poker face... so Angel can’t lie to Husker. This is why he was angry at Angel’s flirting when they first meet because he already sees through his facade, (plus he’s shy about it). He knows that he doesn’t really meant and he’s hiding something. His sense and observation skills are very necessary cause he can spot when Angel’s actually in trouble.

links to official instagrams below to follow the narrative:

Angel’s instagram/Husker’s instagram/Nifty’s instagram/Sir Pentious’ instagram

This post starts the saga where Angel is waiting to be picked up at the studio. Saying “Waiting at the studio to...Be picked up for some fucking...Food.”, Val is quick comment on this saying “Forgot to pick you,lol.” and takes the chance to make him like an after thought and after Angel asks to be picked up again Val answer back “yeah but we are filming, I already ate.” just to rub it in. But that’s where Huskers intervenes and get Angel something to eat , and there’s a key detail here that it’s only Husker that comes to his aid. Now most of the main cast has an Instagram so you’d think they’d help him but they don’t... They all probably think he’s just being cute and sassy totally unaware of the Angel’s situation with Valentino, but we the audience know... (I’ll bring this point back later)

This one post is enough for Husker to be able see that Angel was really in trouble, which is why he goes out of his way to get him something to eat. And I would also like to point out after this post Husker starts following Angel’s instagram liking all his instagram posts. There’s more to this... keep in mind he starts following Angel after his posts about being tired and hungry. He’s not following him just because he has a “little crush” on Angel... he’s doing this because he wants to make sure Angel’s doing okay. He cares about Angel Dust well being and follows him to make sure doesn’t go hungry again. But during this time Angel isn’t aware of this... that Husker doing this out of worrying for Angel. I say this because right after Angel gets Husker tickets to his strip show, as “thank you” for the food. Showing that he trusts Husker but not entirely...

At this point Angel I don’t believe that he sees Husker’s actions as a gustier of genuine kindness towards him. No, he sees Husker as someone who just wants his body and this is just his way of getting towards that goal. Offering his services (or being flirty) is Angel way of not getting attach to someone (like I’ve said before): think of it as “ripping the band-aid quick off before it hurts more...” it’s so he doesn’t get hurt again like with Valentino. I believe Val also managed manipulated Angel by doing nice things for him at first, like saying nice words or buying him nice gifts as means to just use him for his body (this is a real thing pimps do). And Angel thinks Husk is no different from the other guys who used him, that what everybody wants from him... he might as well give him what he wants.

Night of the show rolls around and Husker misses it, kitty got too drunk... which we know takes place during the music video of Addict. In which we get another post about backs my statement the cast doesn’t know about Angel’s abuse. Nifty’s posts a pic, of Angel Dust looking sad after his show... saying “Saw Angel earlier, i hope he doesn’t leave the butts there 😅” Nifty wouldn’t have posted this if she knew what was going on. But Husker knows, that Angel’s depressed and feels bad about missing the show commenting “Oh fuck is that what I missed. Aw shit.” Feeling very guilty about missing Angels, usually Husk tends to hide his feelings but in this moment is very honest. Meaning he really did want to go to the show, not only that but realizes that Angel is actually upset. And he didn’t have to post this comment on Angel’s instagram but he had to he wanted to show that he was remorseful for not coming showing he is attracted to Angel Dust.

This picks up to with a post with Husker saying “Ugh... Since I missed the show, @angie_fluffy_bootz is sayin I owe him one and is making me watch his fuckin pig... I ain’t a fuckin babysitter!” in which babysits Fat Nuggets, which means he went out of his way to say “ what can I do to make it up to you”, and the conversation after it is a major turning point in the relationship for them. In the comment section Husker complains that Fat Nuggets ate all the food at the bar and says he wants to be payed back. Angel’s offer to pay him pay with a “private show”, in the only way thing he thinks Husker wants (I mean that all anybody ever wants from him). He does this with his usually flirty response, but it’s very different (this is a cut version of the convo.):

Angel: “tell ya what I’ll pay ya back with another private show”

Husker: “...I’m not doing that.

Angel: that or nothing babe. I think it’s a good deal.

Husker:“Jesus fucking Christ...”

Angel: Ugh. Fine I’ll quit it. Only if you join me for shakes.

Husker: Yeah okay I think I can do that.

This is major turning point in their relationship; this conversation is very important. Like I said before this is just his way of ripping the band-aid but there’s a reason why he’s really pushing it this time. It’s because Angel knows that he’s starting to catching feelings for Husker. And he’s not sure if Husker wants his body or if really means it. And the matter of the situation is Husker’s feeling the same way. When Husker says “Jesus fucking Christ...” it’s his way of saying “For the last time I don’t want your body, I’m not playing this game”... Here’s the thing Husker believes he’s proven enough that he doesn’t see Angel as a sex object, he’s more tried of the facade than he is annoyed. He doesn’t want Angel Dust to be a “fuck buddy” to him...

And this is a major turning point in their relationship, Angel finally understands that Husker just wants to be there for him. This is why he offers to go out with shakes with him, and of course Husker denies it and says “it’s not a date...”, but we know Husker is happy, because he’s willing accept this as being payed back for the food fat nuggets are, to him this was enough. Needless to say to say it was very cute and I loved it. Not only that but Husker becomes more active on Instagram and low-key tries to flirt back to Angel in his own grumpy cat way.

Try and tell me they aren’t flirting with each other!

A week after their date Angel Dust does a instagram post showing off his new outfit he got and Husker is quick to ask “why so many zippers”, he’s still too nervous to flirt directly Angel Dust responses with “More to pull down, respond...” Huskers clueless and responses with a “eh” still likes it anyway (the feelings are mutual now). And within the same week Husker posts his own selfie“ Wanted to wear a tie for once. 🥃”, posting one because of Angel. And this isn’t for nothing the pics clearly mirror each other (no pun intended). Just-wanted-to-wear-a-tie-for-once-my-foot ..he clearly did this to impress Angel with him asking “If he needs help with that tie...”, with Husker still being oblivious with the sexual reference but kitty’s still trying.

This to me highlights why Angel is good for Husker (and vice-versa)... During his first appearance he comments “I lost the ability to love years ago...” and drinks down his booze. Which alludes to why he drinks because he feels lonely. Angel makes him active thus eliminating his reason to drink, as we can see through Husk trying things he hasn’t done before like wearing nice clothes. Now he didn’t have to but Husker pushed himself to be better. As for Angel it gives him a genuine romantic relationship that is centered by an emotional connection and not physically. Husker prioritizes Angels feelings and well-being first.

And for those of you that are confused with Huskers grumpy tendencies. In an interview Viviziepop has said about him is that he is a tsundere. Now a tsundere, it is a character the initially appearing as cold and hostile only to hide their true feelings. This is a troupe used many times in animes (but if you are not familiar with the term or need an example of one Helga from Hey Arnold is a prime example of one). His actions disregard his attitude towards Angel... Most of his grumpy responses to Angel are to hide his feelings for him and never used to cut down or degrade Angel Dust (like Val does). I will even argue that Husker is the total opposite of Valentino; Val uses flashiness and with sweet words to hide his heinous and vile intentions. While Husker seems hotheaded and temperamental initially his actions show he’s actually a very kind and caring individual and Angel defiantly sees that...

HUSKER MADE THE WALL!

Angel is special to Husker and he feels the same way... Now and is upper there with Fat Nuggets and Cherri Bomb. And of course Husker is embarrassed, realizing his pics there too saying “what the fuck!” but we know he’s happy. At this post we can assume that Husker is just as important to him as Cherri & Fat Nuggets is to him... and vice-versa. Which is why I believe that Husker will be the one Angel reaches out to first for help within the Hazbin Hotel. And I know some of you may not be convinced, that it’s just platonic or think that Husker just sees him as a friend, but as we know Husker is not a man of words... but a man of action!

There is a key detail in this story that I’ve been keeping under-warps up until now, (and the reason why it took me so long to because once I found it piece of info; I had to change my original plans for this post).

Remember how I said that the rest of the cast doesn’t know what’s going on with Val... and that Husker’s observation skills were going to be integral in helping save Angel. Well around the same time as the PJ pic... on Sir Pentious’ instagram he posts a pic of himself trying to make his minions look like Valentino and Vox: I wasn’t even trying to find this but low and behold guess who pops up in the comment section...

Now what does this post say to you. (Husker also liked the post too)

Now repeat after me...“You don’t hear shit about people unless you go looking for it.” ... HUSKER KNOWS! My theory is that he’s been suspecting that there was something up with Val, ever since the pick-up post, so he’s been keep tabs on instagram Angel to make sure he was safe. And as time went on Angel became more precious to him and became more worried about him. And Husker not wanting to overstep his bounds by asking Angel directly, (because it’s none of his business but still super worried) so he goes around digging info on Valentino. SO then he probably knows that he abuses his workers.

(Or Angel told him whats happening... I’m leaning towards that Husker did his own digging because narratively it would be too soon and we wouldn’t have a story to tell and would have told Charlie and the rest of the crew too already... Either way..)

Val sent him this, scumbag! And it only takes Husker seconds to defend him and makes sure Angel knows he’s not fat. (most recent post)

Husker has knows, he’s actively been looking into Valentino and the shit he’s done, because he wants to protect Angel Dust! And it’s evident now, he has been defending him on Instagram as well, now being in the know, Husker defending his boy! He is not afraid of Valentino and is not putting up with his BS for putting down Angel anymore... our boy Husker is watching you rat-man.

He maybe the only one who knows that Valentino is abusing Angel (or catching on to it). Which will lead Angel coming clean about how Valentino raped him... And at this point Angel trusts Husker so much that he maybe willing to listen to him when he says “Hey you need to tell someone” or “you need help” and Husker already knows Angel well enough to know how to help him without having Angel push him away.

AND THAT is why I believe he will be the major driving force in saving Angel from the RAT-MAN (Val)... And we know Husker isn’t afraid of overlords; he’s gonna protect his boy. He is proven time and time again that he loves and cares for Angel Dust so much... and oh I’m gushing now.

AND LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE! I just want them to be happy, I want the best for our bois!

Thank you and I hope you all enjoyed the post (and please no shipping war in the comment section I don’t condone it whether you support it or not! Not fighting in the fandom)

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karlajoyner · 3 years

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Can you do a smut piece with Owen where he takes you to Hawaii and you guys meet up with the cast and everything, but then later that night he takes you back to the bedroom to show you some real fun. Ik you get this for a while, can’t wait for your other work love your writing style.

So Needy (Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys I hope you like this one! I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a week I had a lot of shit to do but I have a few imagines done and I'm working on the rest of my requests so I could hopefully open them up again soon. Also Alex and Reggie now have last names and I’m 1000% freaking the fuck out because it was the last thing I was expecting . I’m gonna go back eventually and put them in all my imagines. And yeah....totally didn’t make me go back and watch the show for the 12th time. It’s a problem....it’s fine. Anyways Enjoy! (Sorry for any typos I always fuck up but I’ll go back and fix them later)

Requested by: @jjbassett (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut! (18+)

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I walked into the airport tiredly. Thankful it was at least somewhat empty.

"Owen why'd you book our flights so damn early?" I asked my boyfriend who was walking to my left.

"I didn't book them. Charlie did" He stated my gaze moving to the boy on my right.

"I should have known. No one but a psychopath would book a flight at the ass crack of dawn" I spoke earning a laugh from both boys.

"To be fair I thought you were a morning person y/n/n"

"Oh I am. When it's 8:00 o'clock and past that. I do not enjoy having to wake up at 4:00 o'clock in the morning to get ready. I mean seriously Charles it's still fucking dark out" I pointed out.

"Oh man. Alright I'll take that into consideration"

"Be lucky you didn't have to deal with her when the first alarm rang" Owen said making me glare at him.

"I love you baby. You know that but you just get so grumpy" He spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Did you just compare me to one of the seven dwarves? Fine. Alright. I get a little grumpy. But that's only because I have to be the big spoon too"

"Oh my god man your the little spoon" Charlie laughed as we arrived to security.

"You swore you wouldn't tell anybody" Owen whisper shouted.

"Yeah well that's just me being grumpy. Sorry babe"

"No it's cool. It's cool. Just wait until tonight" He whispered the last part in my ear before letting me go ahead.

"Seriously Charlie a knife? You tried to bring a knife on a plane?!" I asked exasperatedly as we boarded the plane.

"I didn't know they wouldn't let me bring it"

"I think it's a given that they wouldn't let you bring it dude"

"Yeah yeah"

"Well paybacks a bitch huh Charlie?" I joked handing Owen my carry on so he could put it above our seats.

"Haha y/n. I'd like you to remember that your stuck on this flight with me for the next few hours so I'd be a little nicer"

"I just can't wait to tell Jer about this" I said taking my seat next to the window. Owen taking the one to my right.

"Owennn your girlfriends being mean" Charlie complained earning a laugh from the blonde.

"I'm sorry Charlie but I can't do anything. The more she's mean to you the less she's mean to me" Owen said making me giggle.

"He's not wrong" I grinned intertwining our fingers and placing a quick kiss to Owen's cheek.

"That's all I get" He questioned making me playfully roll my eyes before pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Better?" I asked pulling away.

"Much" He smiled widely.

"You guys better not do that the whole plane ride"

"We won't. Gotta save something for tonight man" Owen joked. My elbow instinctively shoving itself into his arm as Charlie began to laugh.

"Ouch"

"Funny how you think your getting some tonight" I muttered.

"Am I not?"

"We'll see" I responded putting in my AirPods as the two boys began to conversate.

"Do you see your bag?" I questioned my boyfriend. We'd been stuck at baggage claim for ages trying to find Owens green suitcase.

"Nope"

"Owen" I groaned.

"There! There it is!" He shouted excitedly.

"Oh yes!" Charlie cheered as the bag reached our area.

"Let's get out of here"

"And just like that I hate airports" I said as we walked past random strangers.

"Y/n!" I heard a familiar voice shout. My eyes quickly spotting the source.

"Tori!" I screamed letting go of my boyfriends hand and running towards the girl who had her arms wide open.

I giggled engulfing her into a tight hug before turning to the rest of the group behind her.

"Kenny!" Owen and Charlie greeted their director.

"It's good to see you guys too" Jeremy spoke up.

"Care!"

"Y/n I'm so glad your here"

"I'm glad to be here. It's always good to see you too Jer" I spoke hugging him after I hugged Carolynn.

"Finally someone who appreciates me" He said making me throw my head back in laughter.

"To the hotel!"

"So what took you guys so long?" Jeremy asked as the 7 of us lounged around the pool.

"Yeah we were at terminal like 40 minutes after your flight landed.

"It's a long story"

"Speaking of stories" I smirked looking at Charlie.

"Don't" He warned pointing a finger at me.

"I didn't say anything" I giggled, back stroking away from the group.

"So me and Care we're thinking of doing some shopping tomorrow you in?" Tori questioned swimming with me.

"One hundred percent" I said glancing at Owen who was laid back on one of the lounge chairs near the pools edge. He looked so good with his swim trunks and his damp hair.

"So then we decided we'd just save it for Saturday before Care left" Toris voice brought me back to reality.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"I did not" I muttered.

"And why is that?" She asked teasingly poking my side.

"Because my boyfriend is sitting a few feet away and he looks like that" I internally groaned.

"I say you go get him" She grinned at me.

"Not yet" I mischievously smiled swimming back towards the group.

"It's so cold" I stated getting out the pool and grabbing my beach towel. Wrapping it around me.

"Aww come here" Owen said opening his arms widely.

I simpered making my way over to him and laying down in his embrace.

His arms immediately wrapping themselves around my soaked body. His bare chest coming into contact with my partially covered one.

"You guys are too cute" Tori teased.

"Not cuter than us though right?" Carolynn joked hugging Tori.

"No. Never" She responded making us all laugh.

"I'd like to propose a toast" Kenny spoke holding up his drink.

"To friends"

"To family" Charlie followed.

"To love" Owen said making heart skip a beat as he lifted his drink in the air.

"Cheers" They spoke in unison lifting their drinks to their lips. Owens beautiful green eyes never leaving mine.

"I love you"

"I love you too Owen" I whispered placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Why don't we head back to the hotel for some real fun?" He suggested quietly making sure no one heard.

His hand running up and down my arm soothingly.

"Hmm is that your attempt to get me into bed?"

"Why? Is it working?" He asked making me smirk.

"So we're doing dinner tomorrow night right guys?" I asked sitting up straddling the boy beneath me. Rejoining the conversation our friends were having.

"Yeah. Kenny was telling us about this great place his friend recommended" Jeremy explained as I shifted a bit to get comfortable.

A pair of hands landing on hips.

"Oh really? Tell me more about his place Kenny" I said moving again hearing a small groan escape Owens lips as our thin clothed fronts rubbed against each others.

A wicked smirk forming on my face as we listened in on Kennys description of the place.

"It sounds fantastic. Doesn't it sound fantastic Owen?" I questioned my boyfriend shuffling again.

"Yeah. Yup sounds great. Listen it getting late guys. I think we're gonna head back to the hotel" He voiced sitting up as well.

"It's only 6:30 dude"

"Yeah but we just wanna have time to shower and get dinner. You know together. As a couple"

"Right.....well have fun you two" Kenny said awkwardly as I stood up along with Owen.

"Oh I'm pretty sure they will" Charlie joked causing me to snicker at the boy.

I quickly collected the remaining of my pool things saying my fair well goodbyes to our friends. Or tried.

Owen was clearly in a rush to get to the hotel.

"Don't leave me" Tori said hugging me one more time before we left.

"Sorry to break it to you but she's gotta go" Owen said removing the girls arms from my body and pulling me away.

"Bye!!" I waved to the group who were all cackling at Owens behavior.

"You didn't have to be so pushy" I muttered as we walked into the hotel lobby.

"Pushy? Please you knew what you were doing" He whisper yelled dragging me along the hallways towards the elevator.

"And what was I doing?" I asked stepping in immediately feeling my back pressed against the cold wall.

"You tell me" He whispered inching his face towards mine. I watched as he pushed the button to our floor before looking back at me.

I took initiative crashing our lips together. Feeling his hand land firmly on my waist as the elevator came to a halt signifying we were on our floor.

"Come on" I spoke rather harshly dragging him towards our room.

"Who's being pushy now?"

"Owen I swear to god if you say another word I will lock you outside and make myself cum got it?"

"Yes mam" He said taking my bag while I unlocked the door with my key card.

Immediately upon opening the door I felt the back of my bikini come undone the top falling to the ground.

Turning around I saw the childlike smirk on my boyfriends face as he shut the door behind us. Making sure to lock it.

I smirked back with the same look on my face. Biting my lip in anticipation as Owen moved forward wrapping his arms around my body.

"Your so-" I didn't let him finish as I crashed my lips onto his wanting to feel him closer.

He was quick to respond deepening the kiss as he back me up onto the queen sized bed in the middle of the suite.

"I can't even get a word out geez" He joked pulling away.

"I'm sorry baby what were you gonna say?" I teased as his body hovered over mine. My body prepped up on my elbows to get a better view of his face.

"I was gonna say your so needy"

"I'm the needy one? Really?"

"Well it's obviously not me"

"Care to test that theory?" I suggested watching his face scrunch up in confusion.

I pecked his lips one more time before using all my strength to flip us over so he was on his back. I moved my body over his so I was straddling him now. A grin appearing on my face.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good right now. I just need you to do what I say. Got it?" I whispered watching him nod his head rapidly, clearly intrigued at my proposal.

I leaned down kissing him passionately his hands finding my waist with ease. Slowly grinding down onto him earning a moan from the blonde. I bit his lip as we roughly fought for dominance.

Owen letting me win as soon as I began to palm him through his swim trunks. I pulled away moving down slowly until I was in front of him on my knees.

"Oh fuck baby. You look so fucking beautiful" He bit his lip taking a hold of my hair.

"No. You can't touch me. That's the only rule" I stated pushing his hand away.

"I can't? Why not?"

"Because I said so. Now are you gonna let me handle your little problem here or not?" I teased him, rubbing my hand against the fabric of his shorts.

"Fuck okay baby. Just- just do something" He pleaded. I smirked knowing I had it in the bag now.

"Take them off" I demanded. Sitting back as he removed his shorts along with his boxers letting his dick spring free.

I took the shaft pumping it a few times. Teasing the tip, even swirling my tongue around it earning a loud groan from Owen himself.

I slowly started pumping his length before placing my mouth on it. Beginning to bob my head up and down, feeling Owen thrust his body upward in attempt to get more of himself inside my mouth. His fist balling up and clenching the bedsheets tightly.

I hummed in response as moans escaped the boys mouth while I sucked him off. Eyeing him closely through my eyelashes seeing his head tilted back and his eyes were screwed shut made me even more excited for what was coming.

"I'm so close y/n" As soon as he said that I pulled away from him with a pop watching as his eyes shot open.

"W-what the hell?" He asked clearly confused.

"I'm just tired. Think it's time for bed no?" I questioned going to pick up my bikini top.

"No- No what the fuck babe" He spoke from behind me.

"Well I just th-" My words were cut off by a yelp as I was tossed back onto the bed.

"We're not done here" He spoke lunging on top of me quickly pressing his lips onto mine.

I sighed contently wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer as we made out.

"Who's the needy one now?" I whispered pulling away earning a scowl from him as he undid the strings of my bikini bottoms.

I shivered as I felt his tip align itself at my entrance. He didn't hesitate to push himself into me immediately filling me up. Something he'd never failed to do before.

I moaned as he began to move at a rather hasty pace. Not that I was complaining.

I pulled him back down making our lips meet once more while the noise of our bodies colliding echoed through the room.

"Faster" I mumbled into his mouth.

A familiar feeling pulling at the pit of my stomach. My orgasm becoming very close as Owen picked up speed. My legs wrapped around him as we struggled to stay in place.

"Owen" I moaned out as I came all over him. His orgasm hitting seconds later.

"Shit" He panted as he pulled out of me. Our liquids spilling out onto the comforter.

"Your calling for new sheets" I stated trying to regain my breath.

"That was so worth it baby" He spoke pecking my lips before getting off of me to go to the bathroom.

I smiled as he walked out with a towel, coming over to clean me up.

"I love Hawaii" He said making me giggle.

"Do you now? I wonder why?" I joked sitting up. Coming face to face with my boyfriend.

"But I love you more"

"Say more things like that and we'll be in bed the whole week" I spoke wrapping my arms around his neck. Giggling as he pushed me back onto the bed once more.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex Mercer x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

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luninosity · 3 years

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*wanders by* Look what I worked on today...

Warnings for…NOT actual self-harm, but Jason spotting a scar on one of Colby’s hands, a scar he doesn’t know the story of, and briefly considering that possibility. (The actual story is much more of a cooking-related accident!) Plus general warnings for brief mention of Colby’s Awful Exes and family, & related emotional abuse.

“How’s this?” Jason waited, fingers resting over Colby’s hands in his. The hotel room wrapped comfort around them; it’d begun as nondescript, but had welcomed Colby’s rainbow cascade of scarves and Jason’s tidy unpacking. It was their home now, for these next two weeks of filming on location. “Helping?”

“Very much helping, thank you.” Colby obediently didn’t move, holding both hands out. They were sitting on the bed, having changed into pajama pants and t-shirts—Colby’d borrowed one of Jason’s shirts, too large but in a cuddly flattering way—and the day had been long. They’d been filming into the evening, because Jill had wanted the specific light, dwindling away as Colby’s young and brilliant magician character got imprisoned and bound by iron and tortured, refusing to give up and lead the villains to Jason’s hero.

The chains and cuffs had been fake, of course. Hollywood movie-making magic. A vast leap from real iron.

But that didn’t mean they were soft or forgiving. They’d had hard edges, angled in spots, heavy, with no real padding. He’d had to struggle against them. He’d had to kneel while the villains shoved his hands to the floor and—cautiously, weight judged for performance—stepped upon them, pretending to shatter bones. The floor, and the impact, hadn’t been soft either.

The bruises and scrapes and cuts were all too real. Colby winced as Jason spread healing salve across a tender spot. “Ow. Sorry, sorry, I know you’re being careful, I’m not complaining.”

“Tell me if it’s hurting too much.” He tapped a finger over the back of Colby’s wrist. “And don’t apologize for it. Are you sure you don’t want me to get the medical people to check you out?”

“They did, right after. I know you know; you were there. It’s fine, it’s not—ow—serious. It’ll heal.”

“Might need some wrapping, though.” Jason eyed the bruises, the nicks. They shuffled purple and red across Colby’s skin, shame-faced. He didn’t like them existing, though he knew they weren’t anyone’s fault. “Just for tonight, to keep all this on. Not too tight.”

“Whatever you think works best,” Colby agreed. “You’d know better than I would, as far as stunts and injuries. Ow, oh, drat, that one hurts a bit more.”

That one was probably the worst, Jason judged: scraped raw, layers exposed, across Colby’s left wrist. The edge of that cuff had been both rough and sharp. And obviously his touch hadn’t been careful enough. “Shit. Sorry. Love you. Is the numbing part working, at all? It’s supposed to be helping.”

“Oh yes,” Colby said, obligingly. “It’s already better. Thank you for doing this.”

Jason sighed.

“It’s true,” Colby protested. “I honestly do feel better. I’d tell you if not.” Hair tumbling to his shoulders in loose dark waves—not a wig, but extensions, left in for fantastical mystical effect—he was elfin and pretty and earnest, wearing Jason’s too-large shirt, eyes huge and blue and searching Jason’s face.

“I know you would. But I also want to know if it’s not helping enough, okay?”

“Yes,” Colby said meekly. “I’ll say so if it’s not working, I promise.”

“Okay, then. Just checking.” He tried to make his touch as gentle as possible. He tried to be as soothing as he could: a protective bulk, not a threatening one. Hands offering care, not more harm. Weight and breadth positioned harmlessly on the bed, no demands.

He knew Colby trusted him. He felt a small glow of pride that Colby did: enough to admit to being in pain, to wanting care. He loved Colby and would care for Colby with all his heart, all his strength, all his soul; not a question, not ever.

He still hated seeing Colby in pain. Always had, always would.

That’d be true for anyone he loved, of course. He’d had some discussions with their therapist about that, about grief and loss and Charlie and Jason’s own desperate need to save people, to be strong. He knew that about himself. But it was worse, it was the worst it could be, when the person in pain was Colby.

Colby was the other half of his heart. The brightest piece of his life, the piece that’d dived in and reminded him how to swim and that he liked baking, the piece that’d made him laugh and drawn him into whimsical chattering conversations about wizards and dragons and romance and coffee. The piece that liked pink shirts with sequins on the sleeves, and anchovies on pizza, and history and stories and words that could steal an audience’s breath away.

And Colby had been hurt before, so very badly, for so very long. Inside and out, physical and emotional bruises, day after day. Jason hadn’t been there then, hadn’t known him for the worst of it. But he knew now, at least as much as anyone could, after the fact.

He’d seen Colby flinch from an unexpected touch, get wide-eyed at a large body hugging too tightly at a convention, and—the scariest of all—go silent and someplace else, someplace not present, at a drift of familiar cologne and a flash-flood of memory in the air. He knew what Colby had told him, which was enough to make Jason carefully store up a lot of emotions and then go down to the gym and beat the hell out of a punching bag for long enough to get his reactions under control.

He knew about Colby’s family, too. The layers of those bruises—not physical, but emotional, a slow brutal evisceration of Colby’s sense of self and self-worth—went back decades. They were working on it; their therapist said that Jason being here, not leaving, not making Colby earn any crumb of affection, was the exact best thing he could do. Jason hoped so.

He wished he could do more. He wished he could fight all of Colby’s demons. Like his character in this film, raising a sword. Lifting a shield. Fighting for a cause.

He knew Colby’s hands pretty well, by now. He knew the way those slim graceful fingers felt in his, on his body—in his body, and oh that was always fun, Colby teasing him open and stroking him and pressing inside him. He knew Colby’s gestures on and off camera, the weight and shape of his palms, the backs of his hands, the old scars from period-piece swordfighting lessons and some small-scale stunt work, comedy pratfalls and in-role clumsiness. He knew about the short jagged line on the outside of Colby’s little finger on the right hand, from hopping a fence while filming a scene for that high-school coming-of-age comedy.

He knew he didn’t know every smallest detail—he didn’t have a photographic memory—but he had a decent idea of Colby’s hands, he thought.

Which was why his fingers slowed and came to a stop, as they felt something—as his gaze landed on something—that he didn’t recognize.

Thin. White. Just above the heel of Colby’s left hand, across his palm. Long-healed—no texture at all, only noticeable if someone was paying extremely close attention, but enough to’ve left a line. Liam, Jason thought first, with a shock of anger like scarlet blood—but no, this was older than a handful of years, older than any injuries at Colby’s ex’s hands. Clearly so.

Colby hadn’t seemed to notice—he’d been looking at Jason’s other hand, which had scooped up more salve—but he noticed the pause now. His eyes came up to find Jason’s, huge and flower-blue.

Jason turned Colby’s hand more upward. Touched the line, very very lightly. His fingers shook.

“Oh,” Colby said, soft with love, wry in the way of someone realizing, “no, it’s not what you’re thinking, and don’t say you weren’t thinking of at least two possibilities. It’s not either of those. I, er…well, I was about eleven years old and I’d been trying to prepare dinner for myself and I had absolutely nonexistent knife skills with regard to chopping carrots. And my father’s chef kept his knives very sharp.”

“You were making dinner…for yourself?” He touched Colby’s palm again, traced the scar above the heel. It had plainly been a clean cut, straight, but deep enough to leave a mark once healed.

Colby did that familiar nose-scrunch at him, the one that meant you won’t like this story. “You won’t like this story. But it wasn’t that bad.”

“Tell me? If you want,” he amended. Not an order, not a demand. The freckle near Colby’s collarbone winked at him, playing peek-a-boo with the loose neck of Jason’s shirt.

“Oh, of course. It’s hardly a secret.” Colby wiggled salve-smeared fingers at him. “So we were living in Paris then—Dad having been appointed as an ambassador and all, you know…”

The storied instrument of his voice became, for an instant, more American than anything else, on the word Dad; Howard Kent personified the type of United States politician who embodied privilege, money, and self-interest above everything, including his marriage and his son.

“…and my parents, being, er, my parents, did tend to do things like go on holiday without remembering that I existed, which meant the staff also generally forgot I existed, or took their cues from my parents, or assumed someone else had made some arrangements somewhere. So I was eleven and a bit, and I’d got used to making sandwiches and things, but I thought perhaps I’d try to cook, because I was trying to learn, you know, so I wouldn’t have to bother anyone.”

Jason opened his mouth. Shut it.

Colby lifted both eyebrows, inviting and amused. “Yes, go on, say it.”

“You know everything I’m gonna say.”

“I do. It’s all right; I’ve got you now.” Colby leaned against him, on the bed: easy contact, unremarkable, except for how it was remarkable, it was a marvel, given everything Jason knew.

He wanted to cry for the boy Colby’d been, precocious and shy and so very alone.

He held Colby’s hand. “I’m here. I’m always here. I’ll chop all your carrots if you need me to.”

“You would, if I asked, wouldn’t you? Well, in any case, I managed to slice my hand open, as you might expect under the circumstances, and then I very nearly passed out from the sheer shock of it, and then after a few minutes I pulled myself together and found a first-aid kit and tried to patch it up, though it didn’t work terribly well because I was trying to do it one-handed.”

“Jesus, Colby.” He could’ve demanded, why didn’t you call someone, a member of the security team, the household staff, a doctor, an emergency number, your parents? He didn’t.

He knew why Colby wouldn’t. Not causing a fuss, not giving anyone a reason to disapprove or to not want him, not believing anyone would come or answer or care…

His heart cracked open and bled more. Like younger Colby, huddled on a kitchen floor with a first-aid kit. “What happened?”

#character bleed #jason and colby #fic in progress #i've missed them #wip #original fic

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themysteriousauthor18 · 3 years

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A bit of comfort [radiodust]

"Alastor have you seen Angel anywhere?" Asked Charlie at the breakfast table that morning.

Nobody else seemed to care as much as she, except maybe Nifty who was more curious than concerned. Alastor was poking at the food on his plate, not desiring it at all. It looked dreadful, clearly, neither of the girls could cook a decent meal. "No, I haven't." He set down his fork. "Perhaps he's in his room?"

With the suggestion, Charlie shrugged. "Could you go check on him?" She said with a pleading smile.

Nobody wanted to go into Angel's room, not with everything laying around. Charlie had nearly passed out from a heat stroke at how much self-embarrassment she'd gotten.

Sighing, the redhead stood from his chair. "Yes, I suppose."

"No funny business," Vaggie warned, pointing her fork at the wendigo as if it were a spear.

Alastor let out a hearty laugh with a hand to his chest. "Of I wouldn't dream of it. What do you take me for?"

"A sinner." She grumbled, turning back to her plate. Eating her food with a smile and complimenting Charlie on a job well done.

Her comment was ignored by the deer demon as he left the dining room. Walked through the main hall where no sinners waited to be checked in. Then turned down the hallway that lead to the room of the only patron in this hotel.

With a rhythmic knock, Alastor hummed, "oh Angel? Are you in there?" No reply, so he knocked once more. "Angel?" Still nothing. He looked around the hallway, checking that nobody was there. "I'm coming in 'Cher." He said loud enough for Angel to hear him.

Naturally, the door was locked, but with a bit of magic and the snap of his fingers, it was an easy fix. His nose wrinkled as he entered the darkroom, the blinds weren't even drawn. Red eyes glowing in the dark, Alastor could make out the lump under the sheets on the bed.

He closed the door behind him, stepping over items on the floor. Messy as always. But it wasn't like Angel had much time to clean it anyway. The mattress dipped as Alastor sat on the edge of it, his eyes falling on the sleeping spider. Hair astrew and bangs over his sleeping eyelids. His voice was low as Alastor whispered, "Angel? Wake up, darling..." A soft groan came from the spider's throat. Turning and hiding his face in the pillow.

"Don' wanna..." He muttered into the pillow.

Alastor shook his head, "that won't do dear. Your presence is requested at breakfast." Angel didn't seem to care, ignoring the wendigo as he hugged his pillow. "Come on now," he grabbed his shoulder, "early bird catches the-"

"I said I don't wanna!" Angel yelled, throwing the pillow at Alastor's face before flopping back onto the bed. Grabbing his other pillow and hugging that one.

The redhead only stared, brows raised and red eyes on the spider's back. "Cher, what's wrong?" He leaned down, brushing some hair from Angel's face.

"I just wanna stay in bed today okay?" He pouted, frowning as he eyed the pillow.

The redhead hummed, "did something happen?" He asked, undoing the buttons of his jacket

and slipping it off. "Or would you rather not talk about it?" He hung it on the nightstand beside the bed.

"It was just Val dats all. I just don't feel like gettin' outta bed today. Don't have the energy to deal with people." His lips pressed together, throat tightening.

Alastor's lips dipped as he listened, leaning down to remove his shoes. "I understand amor." He replied. "You can stay in bed, but I want you to eat something later alright?" With the shoes off he moved onto the mattress.

Angel hummed in reply, turning as he felt Alastor lay down beside him. A smile pulled at his lips as the wendigo opened his arms to his boyfriend. With a sigh, the spider moved into his lover's embrace, happily closing his eyes and intaking the wendigo's scent. "Thank you." The spider whispered, his body relaxing in the safety and comfort of his partner's arms.

Alastor's smile softened, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his partner's back. Pulling him closer. "You're welcome, my love."

This was really short but I'm feeling down today so I wanted to write something kinda cute and sweet. And also share it in case anyone else is having a bad day and need some cheering up.

Thanks for reading.

#radiodust #alastor #angel dust #AlastorxAngel #oneshot

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alastorhazbinintheseguts · 3 years

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May I request for a Yandere Alastor X Vaggie story? Something dark like Alastor somehow manipulates Charlie into cheating with some else and using that information for Vaggie to make the decision to end her relationship with Charlie.

Yay! First request on this account! I couldn’t think of what Alastor could do to manage to get Charlie to cheat so I got something else that would still make Vaggie break up with her. Alastor isn’t full Yandere mode but he’s making his way into being so. I hope you still like it. Tell me if you did or not! Ask are always open! 🖤

It didn’t take long at all for Alastor to notice the small, if not increasingly growing, issues in Vaggie and Charlie’s relationship. While he usually couldn’t care less about such things he had a reason this time. Vaggie was rather interesting to him, for whatever reason.. it could have been the way she talked, a strong woman who Alastor found himself daydreaming of wanting to break down. Then again however he wanted to have a calming talk with her where she wasn’t threatening to kill him in his sleep... It could have been how guarded she was against him as well, he’d never forget his first day coming to the Hazbin Hotel and while she did seem a bit frustrated and nervous to have the Radio demon there, Vaggie didn’t hesitate to point that spear in his face and curse him. He was impressed, more than he’s been in a while by anyone down here in these fiery pits. Vaggie could grant him something if he chased after it enough and after that realization everything between the two girls started to crumble.

Alastor took the time to study the two girls, watching, stalking, and analyzing.. like a predator hunting down its next meal but then again he had managed to look like he wasn’t doing so at the same time. He could get away with staring down Charlie thanks to her aloofness but with Vaggie he had to be a bit more careful. She was right, he was up to something and he knew with the gorgeous brain of hers she’d probably think of a million and one things Alastor could want instead of actually helping with the hotel. While she was correct Alastor shook his head at that, he’d had to work on gaining her trust.

Charlie was the one who spoke out more, even when her ideas were absolutely laughable. She was much like a child to Vaggie who seemed more reliable, how Vaggie put up with such a silly girl with even sillier thoughts would always amaze the deer. Charlie was the more bubbly of the two, while Vaggie was the more cautious one. Alastor guessed the relationship would make sense, opposites did attract he guess which he then turned on himself to somewhat encourage his plans. Vaggie and him were opposites at a certain point but there was still a possibility.. This could work, he’d just have to play his cards right and usually.. he did. Alastor hardly lost at anything so getting in between a relationship wasn’t hard, he’s done it many times before.. unintentionally yes, but he had the ability to do so. So, why did he get... apprehensive.. about his plans. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe they would work out but maybe it was something else. His apprehensiveness would soon develop into frustration and while it may throw him off track for a second, Alastor would figure something out.

Alastor stood in front of the measly picture frame with a wide grin on his face as he always had. That smile promising nothing but trouble which forever seemed to be laced on his face. He had to admit, he didn’t expect to find another plot hole in this relationship that quickly but with this new info he couldn’t be upset about it. The voices behind him spoke as if he wasn’t there or they at least tried not to notice him. Vaggie felt much better ignoring Alastor whenever she could and Charlie was usually the one to come up to him and start talking. Right now he had nothing to say to either of them as he was clearly busy with the picture that he managed to clasp in his clawed hand.

‘An Eldritch hm? Oh goody~’ He thought to himself as he looked at the picture with almost a judgmental gaze, even with that smile his eyebrows furrowed a bit. She dated this creature before finding Vaggie? For whatever reason it was seen as insulting to the radio demon. Vaggie most definitely had ‘bigger balls’ than this man.. the Eldritch family was rather annoying and while Alastor found no need to really go and talk to them at all he knew this could add to his plan. He’s been picking and poking at Charlie and Vaggie for a couple weeks now, either while they were with other or alone whenever he could. He’d have to ask about the picture in a second. He placed the frame back down before turning around with an easy look finding Vaggie, Charlie, and Husk to be the only ones around right now. Ah, a good trio. Alastor was glad Angel wasn’t around, he was either in his room or out but in the end Alastor found that he couldn’t care less to know where that messy pornstar was at.. Nifty was most likely cleaning up somewhere so he didn’t have to worry much there either.

His shoes clicked against the flooring with each step he took, he could’ve walked up silently but then again, he wanted to show his dominance in power even for just a second. He noticed that sometimes it made Vaggie shiver and he had to admit that he rather liked that even if she shivered for her own reasons and not necessarily his. His approach caught Charlie’s attention, as it usually did, and looking away from Vaggie she looked up to him from the stool she’d been sitting on. Vaggie momentarily squeezed the pages of papers in her hands, not necessarily annoyed that Charlie’s attention was driven away from her that quickly but more of a bit tired of it happening so easily..

“Oh Al! Want to help us with some of the Hotel’s planning? Vaggie was thinking we should add a food court but then again we’d have to have someone to watch over the food.” To stop demons from stealing food for themselves.. Alastor hummed and briefly his eyes fell shut only to open once more after hearing a huff. Crimson eyes found the little moth who now lazily held the papers in her fingers, a leg crossed over the other as she leaned against the bar counter while her other hand rested on her cheek to keep her head up. She rolled her eyes which stirred something in the radio demon for a split second before if vanished as quickly as it had came. That also started to happen more and more with him these days... it was almost an itch he just couldn’t scratch and while sometimes that itch could distract him he couldn’t help but like the shivers it caused for him as well.

“It’s just a yes or no question. If you don’t like it that’s all you have to say.” Vaggie murmured, which told him the food court was most likely her idea, but Alastor heard her nonetheless. Charlie practically toppled onto her as she turned back to look at the smaller of the two. “Vaggie! You..” she started, most likely to point out the irritation that lightly made itself in Vaggie’s tone. Alastor stopped her because for one, if he didn’t want to hear her ramble about being nice and surely Vaggie didn’t either, plus he always enjoyed a good talk with the moth even if she didn’t seem to return such feelings. Not yet at least. He put a hand up in defense. “Don’t worry darling, I’m not hurt!” He chuckled with that staticky voice. “A food court isn’t a bad idea at all! Even Angel could make sure nothing is stolen, it’s not like he had much of anything better to do right?” He grinned as he always did before he walked around and nudged Vaggie with an elbow to which she glared at him but nonetheless only sighed.

Oh there’s that itch again, this time it felt hot though.. like an iron rob suddenly poking him out of the blue. Charlie seemed happy with the answer and Alastor knew she’d ask him later. He looked to Husk, who not even three minutes ago was still awake. He must have gotten bored, it made sense though because the only reason he still worked here was for the booze and that he couldn’t runaway because Alastor would just bring him back. Alastor looked away after hearing the nearly quiet purring coming from his drunk friend and looked back at the girls remembering why he had even came over in the first place. Vaggie was speaking again, looking at the papers in her hands and reading them out to her girlfriend as Charlie looked over her shoulder, hovering awfully close.

Alastor could have twitched at that but as strange as he was he knew that if he didn’t control himself the two would ask him what was wrong. Alastor could feel something nagging at his brain, something growing louder and louder each second but for now he’d continue with his plan. At the moment, he didn’t understand why he was so stuck on breaking these two up but that wouldn’t deter him. With an almost smug look Alastor settled his cheek in his hand and looked at them. “So, who’s a gentleman in the picture over there?” He asked suddenly, his words shooting through the air as if he had just shot off a gun.

Charlie had paused and Vaggie had nearly torn the papers right in half in her grip. Her fists tightened and slowly she casted a gaze at him which said more than what her lips could at the moment. Alastor loved it and anyone who knew him well enough could see that he did. Then again though, there was rarely anyone who could get close enough to Alastor like that... not like many people wanted to though. Charlie also looked up at him seemingly not noticing her girlfriend’s growing emotions which happen often seeing how dense Charlie could be. “Ah.. well he’s um.. my ex?” She spoke as she moved back to scratch the back of her neck a bit awkwardly. Vaggie narrowed her gaze at the radio demon just like how he loved to see it. Why did he always ask things like that?.. There was nothing that bothered Vaggie more then Charlie’s past relationships and for it to be brought up so suddenly in a time where they were both slowly crumbling as a relationship themselves? Not to mention, Charlie actually answered him? Oh, she hated this man with a passion...

Vaggie already had a hard time walking pass that picture nearly every day and each time she saw it she had the nearly unbearable need to throw it out. Charlie wanted to keep it though and she wanted to respect that, however who was in the picture is what bothered Vaggie as well as not knowing why it was still around... She really, truly did want to respect Charlie’s wishes but she couldn’t help how annoyed she got just looking at it. She bit her lip to shush herself and Alastor hummed once more, he could practically see right through her right there in that moment but no, he wouldn’t point it out just yet. He would continue this talk though, maybe the results of his plan would happen a lot quicker than he initially thought it would.

He lifted a neat brow and almost as if bored he sighed a little. “Your ex? As in, a partner you’re not with anymore?” He asked curiously and Vaggie looked at him more before looking down at her hands that were starting to tremble. She’d noticed Alastor doing this.. this.. whatever this was for a while now. At first she had thought he was just joking around, bored enough to play with others feelings because he himself had none of his own to play with on his own but now it seemed like he was testing something. What though? What is it? Was he trying to test their patience? Their performance? Their emotions? She just couldn’t put her finger on it right now..

Vaggie was a smart girl, almost too smart for her own good. Her intelligence was the reason that she couldn’t connect her dots and that only made Alastor grin more. “Why are you keeping a picture of you last significant other? Is there a possibility that you still care for him? Ho ho!~ What an interesting turn huh? Did I hit it right on the nail?” Alastor boasted to which Vaggie finally scoffed. The action immediately caught his attention, his eyes moving away from Charlie to Vaggie to see her practically choking out the papers in her shaking hands. “As if! The picture is just.. just um..” she trailed on trying to think of an excuse. Why did Charlie wish to keep that damned thing around? Vaggie wouldn’t even look up at Alastor because she knew what she’d see and she didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to see that wide evil smirk that only knew destruction. Vaggie paused, freezing completely suddenly. She had just realized Charlie wasn’t saying anything.. she slowly looking to her to find Charlie nawing at his lip as if to keep herself quiet.

It was the first time Vaggie had ever seen her so hesitant other than dealing with her parents. Vaggie stopped shaking but not because she had calm down but because her body had started to feel cold. As if she had managed I die a second time. “Charlie..” she spoke and it took the blond a second to look at her but when she did Vaggie nearly got up and left right then and there. Alastor had managed to break the camels back and Vaggie had finally figured out what he had been testing.. it was their relationship. Charlie has done many things even before Alastor that managed to get to Vaggie but never did she expect this. Charlie scrambled to answer when she had felt the energy that started to seep into the air, an almost icy feeling that made her shiver all over.

“It’s not t-that I still care about him! No no no, Vaggie it just I know he’s still a good guy and I just can’t help..” she cleared her throat a bit already getting choked up on her words and Vaggie felt her eye twitch. “Can’t help what? He’s your ex! Do you not remember what he’s done to you?” She shot back and Charlie visibily flinched at her tone. Pain started to etch her features but Alastor, who’s been rather enjoying the show, watched in gleeful silence. Oh to ruin something that was supposed to be a sacred as a relationship! How could he not get thrilled? Vaggie may not be the strongest demon but she sure as hell could give out an impressive aura. As the storm in front of him grew worse he thought to himself. He’d taken a lot of time to get under these two’s skins, he’d wanted to pull this relationship apart so bad.. and yet, for what?

He could have blamed it on Charlie, the precious little demon princess, and her father.. while Alastor would admit he loved to toy with Lucifer and the things precious to him he actually didn’t care much to see his reaction to this. So that meant it had to be because of Vaggie then right? He looked at the girls again as they argued but for whatever reason he couldn’t focus on their words. For a small thing like herself Vaggie has a rather strong voice, a passionate one even that could catch anyone’s attention if she wanted it to and as Alastor brought up earlier, she was incredibly smart. She was beautiful as well.

It was only until after Alastor had managed to call her beautiful in that boggled brain of his did he himself pause. Beautiful? Would he say that Vaggie was beautiful or did he really just lose his mind completely right there? He blinked, once, twice, three times before looking back at Vaggie again. Their was a glistening in her eyes as she and Charlie went at it, loud enough to even make the drunk, passed out, Husk stir a bit in his sleep. Vaggie.. was strong.. also something Alastor found himself liking about her. The glistening in her eyes were clearly a result of upcoming tears and after thinking about that a twinge bit at Alastor’s lower spine which resulted in him closing his eyes for a second and shivering. It had nearly even hurt a little. He couldn’t imagine Vaggie crying and yet, he could practically feel her need to.

Just to see something, he looked back up at Charlie who was already crying. Tears ran down her cheeks as she seem to plead for Vaggie to calm down and here her out. Charlie.. cried a lot and from what he’s noticed from his time of being here, he noticed that she cried at some of the smallest things.. Alastor saw it now.. the issues of this relationship and all it’s glory. Well not really but he could see some of the main issues and that’s what mattered for now. The words “we’re done..” we’re so soft that it stopped Charlie. She couldn’t tell if she had heard right or if Vaggie’s voice was simply to soft for her to here. She blinked, more tears rushing down her cheeks after doing so. “W-what?” Vaggie has managed to yank Alastor out of his head thanks to those words as well but then again a voice in his own head started to stick out.

She doesn’t deserve her.

I want her.

He shuddered but kept quiet just in time to hear Vaggie shout. “I said we’re done! Do I need to spell it out!?” She tossed her papers onto the counter which scattered on impact, some falling to the floor and waking the drunkard below. She then scooted to hop out of her stool when Charlie whimpered following her lead and suddenly clasping her hands down on Vaggie’s shoulders to try and get her to hear her out some more. Alastor wouldn’t say it now but he has to admit Vaggie was rather cute having to scoot in order to get in, if he had been the one dating her she wouldn’t even have a reason to be this upset. Wait...what? He shook his head a little bit.. Charlie tried to persuade Vaggie into staying, into talking to her some more but once Vaggie pulled away from her hands and that’s wheneveryone their had knew that she was serious. Charlie’s hands fell limp to her sides as Vaggie walked away, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hug herself. When she was gone Charlie stumbled a little before wiping viciously at her eyes to try and stop her running tears. For a minute the only noises that could be heard was the heavy purring coming from Husk and the messy sniffles coming from Charlie who now stood in front of him. He didn’t know if she was waiting on him to somewhat comfort her or not but if she was then that definitely wasn’t going to be happening, he stood and Charlie’s head jerked up as if expecting that Alastor was going to coddle her.. even if he wasn’t the way he was, Charlie definitely wasn’t the one he wanted to coddle.

Which was confusing to him obviously... he wasn’t known to be one who would try and emotionally support another being but here he was actually contemplating it.. he had the strange urge to follow Vaggie and try to support her as best as he could but then again he was the reason that she had just developed a new wound. Charlie sniffled as Alastor turned his back to her. “W-wait..” she whispered and Alastor did so just to amuse the thought. “Why.. why’d you ask that..” she asked and this time Alastor took the time to look at her. For a second he was quiet. Why had he taken the time to ruin their seemingly perfect relationship.

You want her for your own.

A voice whispered in his ear. He had almost looked to where Vaggie had disappeared but managed to keep his gaze on the upset demon princess in front of him. He wanted Vaggie.. he could treat her much better.. He didn’t acknowledge his growing possessive thoughts for the moth at the moment but later he wouldn’t be able to keep ignoring them.. He shrugged nonchalantly as if unbothered by everything that had taken place.

“I was simply asking a question, you two other the other hand seem to have more conflict between each other than I initially thought.” He chuckled before patting her head to which made Charlie’s shoulders sunk. Her hair made his hand itch and if it wasn’t for him playing a role right now he would have snatched it away as if she had fleas. He pulled away carefully with a low hum after a second. “Couples fight all the time! There’s nothing wrong with a bit of a lovers quarrel!” He continued to grin even with the sullen look on Charlie’s white face. She nodded at his words however as he pulled away.

“Your right.. I’ll just give her some time..” she finally spoke and that was all Alastor cared to sit around for. Any longer and he’d probably cackle at her misfortune. That was time he could find Vaggie and inch his way into her like like a slimy little parasite. He could help her, protect her.. cherish her far better than Charlie.. He shook his head before waving the other off and turning once more to part ways. It was done, and now he could experiment more. It was the first time in a while were Alastor wanted to grow close with another being and as strange and new as it was to him he wasn’t completely against it. He should probably give Vaggie some time to calm down but now seemed a perfect time to grow closer to her or maybe that was just his excitement telling him that..

Once he’d manage to get closer to her he’d hold onto her as long as he could, refusing to free her. For now though, he’d give her some alone time, later however he’d probably hunt her down.

He chuckled as his figure disappeared along the shadowy halls of the manor, his eery echo filling the air and he soon just simply disappeared.

When the time seemed right he’d make his way back to her.

#hazbin hotel account #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vaggie #alastor x vaggie #thanks for the request!#send more requests!#yandere alastor

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tickle-fic-chick · 4 years

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Punishment || A Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic

Author’s Note: Part of a fic exchange I’m doing with @amazingmsme! This is my first time writing a fic for this fandom but I’m super excited. I love all of these characters and I’m eagerly anticipating the next episode. Just a quick warning, this fic contain adult content that usually isn’t present in my work. You have been warned! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Oh, and remember...you’re never fully dressed without a smile!

Angel Dust was on a mission and he was determined to succeed. He was no stranger to flirting and seducing, not that it shocked anyone. When you worked in the adult entertainment industry such things were expected of you. Angel was exceptionally popular too, with both men and women. While he personally fancied men and only men, there were times when Valentino didn’t give him much of a choice when it came to partners. He would do whatever it took to keep his drug habit funded and his job secured. Still, Angel would have been lying if he said he hated his work. He had been with some of the top overlords in Hell, a claim not many could make. Still, there was one stallion the spider demon had been unable to ride. That stallion was Alastor, the radio demon and resident co-manager of the hotel. Well, he was determined to change that! He could have any man he wanted and that included Alastor!

He poked his head around the corner, eyes zeroing in on his target. Alastor was at the bar counter, seemingly pestering Husk. The cat demon looked like he would have rather been anywhere else, ears twitching as Alastor laughed at one of his own puns. Angel’s heart rate quickened as determination filled him; he could do this! He wasn’t really interested in Alastor as a romantic partner, just as a one-night stand. He was desperate to know what the famous overlord was like in bed. All he had to do was secure one night with him and that would be the end of it. Besides, then he could brag to his coworkers that he had seduced one of the most powerful beings in Hell. How awesome would that be? Angel took a deep breath, adjusting the outfit he had carefully spent an hour choosing before striding towards the bar. The clicking of his heels quickly drew the attention of the other two demons. Alastor’s face remained unchanged, bearing his usual forced grin, and Husk looked like he wanted to throw himself from the roof of the hotel.

“Ah, Angel Dust! Care to join us? I was just telling Husk about the newest ideas Charlie pitched for the hotel!” The deer demon greeted. “Not that I have much of a choice in the matter.” Husk grumbled, downing his third glass of whisky in under ten minutes. With luck he would pass out soon and wouldn’t have to deal with Alastor again for a few hours. Angel leaned against the counter, batting his eyelashes. He made a point to position himself so that his chest was on display, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Husk. “Don’t you ever wear any normal clothes?” The bartender groaned. “Nope! Why would I want to cover up my best assets?” Angel replied, chancing a glance at Alastor. The radio host seemed to be completely unfazed by his tight, revealing corset and mini skirt. Damn, he was good! Still, Angel wasn’t anywhere near ready to give up! Husk groaned, rubbing his head. “I’ll be back...” He grumbled, stumbling off towards the restrooms. It seemed he had over drank, as usual. This left Alastor and Angel Dust completely alone; perfect.

Angel scooted closer to Alastor; that certainly drew the other’s attention. “So, it’s just you and me now...” The spider demon purred. Alastor tilted his head slightly, grin never faltering. “What precisely are you getting at?” The radio host questioned. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m getting at. Let’s head up to my room, what do you say? I can show you a real good time.” Alastor chuckled, static filtering through as he took a step back. “I’m afraid I have to turn down your offer. I’m not one for carnal pursuits of the flesh. Why don’t you proposition ‘ole Husker? He would put up a little resistance at first but usually gives in rather quickly.” Angel took another scoot closer to Alastor, eyes burning with desire. “Because it’s not him I want, big boy.” He reached out to touch the other’s arm, which was promptly drawn away. “Angel, if you persist I’m afraid there’s going to be dire consequences.” Angel smirked. “Haven’t you heard? I like bein’ punished, especially by studs like you.”

Alastor’s expression changed, though it was barely noticeable. His already wide smile widened ever so slightly. There was a new gleam to his eyes, though Angel couldn’t tell what it meant yet. “Is that so?” Alastor purred, taking a step closer to the spider demon. His overall presence poured charisma and power, making Angel’s heart nearly jump out of his chest. “Well then, perhaps I shall carry out your little punishment...” Angel’s throat went dry; was it happening? Had his efforts payed off? His eyes narrowed, smirk widening. “Just be gentle with me, Al. I still gotta work tomorrow.” Angel turned, about to lead the way to his quarters when a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked down, discovering a dark tentacle wrapped around it. “Where do you think you are going?” Alastor asked, taking another step closer. Angel gulped, trying to keep up his cocky persona. “My room? Unless you wanna do this right here, where anyone can see us?” Alastor let out another low chuckle. “Let them see. I’m sure they will enjoy the show.”

That surprised Angel Dust. He had never pegged Alastor as the kinky type; the deer demon was the most mysterious and private person he knew! Still, he certainly wasn’t complaining! A few more tentacles appeared from a portal in the ground, wrapping around his arms and legs. He felt himself being hoisted up and pinned to the wall. “Woah! You do this often?” Angel asked with a nervous chuckle. “Yes, though my magic usually isn’t used for something so trivial.” Alastor scanned the trapped actor’s body, clearly contemplating something. “Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” Angel shrugged; whatever it took to get this show on the road. “Ask away.” Alastor leaned forward, purring into his captive’s ear. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Angel froze, eyes widening. Had he heard that right? No, surely not! “C-Can you repeat that?” He stammered, earning a devilish laugh from the deer demon. “Are you ticklish? It’s a simple questions, my friend! Yes or no!” Oh, so he had heard right. Angel could feel himself blushing under his fur.

The truth was, he was extremely ticklish. He also loved it, tickling being near the top of his growing list of kinks. Just about everyone knew so he rarely had to explain himself. That, when combined with the pure novelty of Alastor being the one teasing him, flustered the spider demon to no end. “W-Well, I...” He started, a squeal cutting off his words. One of the tentacles had slipped around his waist, stroking against his belly. The corset he was wearing left just the slightest bit of tummy exposed, a choice in attire he was now regretting. He bit his lip, holding back snickers. “Yes or no...” Alastor’s tone just made his teasing ever worse! Angel took a deep breath before finally managing to stammer out an answer. “Yes! Y-You know, thihihis isn’t exactly what I had in mind...” He babbled, a giggle slipping out as a tentacle stroked across his neck. “Good! I cannot wait to explore this further!” Alastor chimed, snapping his fingers. The various tentacles set to work, stroking over his exposed neck and belly. Angel instantly burst into giggles, having no chance of holding it in.

“Ah, it seems we’re already making progress!” Alastor said gleefully, a sadistic undertone in his voice. The tentacles were gentle enough at first, stroking slowly and teasingly across Angel’s belly and neck. However, it seemed that Alastor quickly grew bored with mere giggles and elected to really make the spider demon shriek. More tentacles joined the party, squeezing Angel’s hips and knees. The actor squealed, shaking his head rapidly. “Noooohohohohohahahahaha! Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Alastor feigned ignorance. Of course he did, that bastard! “Don’t? Don’t what, my dear friend? You like this, do you not?” Angel’s eyes widened in shock. “Hohohohohow cohohohould you pohohohohohossibly know thahahahat?” He questioned through another round of laughter. “Why, you just told me!” The deer demon replied. Angel’s cheeks were on fire now. He had tricked him! That bastard had tricked him! That wasn’t fair!

“Now, would you be so kind as to tell me your worst spot?” Alastor asked. Angel shook his head stubbornly, squealing again as a particularly sensitive spot on his lower belly was targeted. “Thehehehehehehehere is nohohohohoho wahahahahahay in Hehehehehell I’m tehehehehelling yohohohohohou that!” He retorted. In all honesty, he wanted the other to find it. He was actually enjoying himself quite a bit and wanted this to go on as long as he could handle it. Alastor shrugged, humming as he leaned against the bar counter. “Suit yourself! I’ll just have to experiment with each and every spot until I find the right one.” Angel’s eyes flashed deviously. “Oooohohohohoho, kihihihihihinky!” He called out. While there was no visible change, that comment seemed to irk the deer demon as the tickles suddenly grew much more intense. The tentacles more drilled into his torso, forcing waves of laughter from poor Angel. A shriek tore from his throat when a tentacle curiously brushed under one of his arms. “Oooh, what do we have here?” Alastor purred as Angel’s struggling increased tenfold.

Angel felt into wave after wave of shrieks as tentacles began drilling into his exposed hollows. It was bad enough having a sweet spot that was so easily accessed; having six of them just made it worse! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He cackled. “Begging? So soon? I would have thought a demon of your experience would have a higher tolerance.” Alastor’s teasing was going to kill him, Angel was sure of it. Well, if those damn tentacles didn’t do it first. There was enough of them to attack every armpit at once, something he was completely unused to. The most lers he had ever had at one time was two; only enough hands for four hollows. While that was still awful, it was nothing compared to Alastor’s attack. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY!” He pleaded, feeling himself growing tired. The corset’s tightness made it hard to take deep breaths; he would definitely need a break soon.

Thankfully, Alastor decided to be merciful for once in his life. The tentacles receded back into the portal, leaving the spider demon panting on the ground. Angel curled up, wrapping his multitude of arms around his torso. Alastor approached, observing his victim’s tired state. “Well, I’d say that was sufficient enough punishment, don’t you?” Angel looked up at the deer demon, letting out a weak chuckle. “Damn, you’re merciless. We could use someone like you back at the studio. There are demons who would pay good money for a session with you.” Alastor raised his hand, fingers poised to snap again. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll back off with the sex stuff, okay?” Angel blurted quickly. Alastor chuckled, offering Angel a hand. Surprised, the actor accepted the gesture and was pulled to his feet. “Good to hear! Oh look, here comes Husker! Shall we have him pour us a drink?” Angel laughed, shaking his head.

That night was certainly full of surprises...

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