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hellish-sunsets · 4 months

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Curses and Blessings - Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

Summary:

When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique.

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse?

Word Count: 1420

Warning: self harm, self hate, depression

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When she was little, Charlie went to her father whenever she got the chance to hear him tell a story. Her mother would often tell her no, that he was too busy with important work, but if she managed to sneak away, sometimes she could get him to tell her stories.

Her favorite was about the marks.

He would say that once, a very very long time ago, the angels looked down upon humanity and saw their struggles. Sin had taken hold of them leading them astray and causing them to get lost. They worried and they fussed and they discussed, until finally they reached a decision. They could not interfere themselves. Now that humanity had the choice, they had to choose to be good themselves. But perhaps, if they had someone else who could help make them better, happier people, that would help.

So, they made a creature, not an angel and not a demon, with no wings for them to fly away and no eyes to see what was happening around them in the present. They took their creation to a room made just for them on top of the tallest tower in heaven, far away from anything and everything, away from the most holy of places and the most evil. They sealed the creature in, and left them for eternity.

So, they started their work.

With the powers granted to them, they outstretched their hands, and in an instant they saw all the minds of all humanity. In a moment, they knew everyone’s thoughts and hearts. When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique. Some resembled pictures, others were just a swirl of color and lines, and only those two souls would match each other.

At first, only humans received these soul marks. It made sense, they were the ones the angels deemed in need of this gift. But isolation leads one to thinking. They wondered why humanity were the only ones to receive such a gift. They knew that, locked away in their empty room in this tower so far away from existence, they knew no one could stop them. So, with a slight twist of their lips, if they did have any, they looked further.

It wasn’t known who had the first soul mark outside of humanity, whether angel or demon, but it was made clear rather quickly that those naturally born in those realms would also be allowed this gift, though not quite as common.

“And that is how we all got our marks.” Lucifer told Charlie with a loving smile, cradling the girl in his protective embrace. And every time, she would look up at him with those beautiful, big eyes of hers, full of so much wonder and innocence. He hoped it would never fade. She would giggle with excitement and look at her own mark, a swirl of color on her inner arm. She swore since she was young that it looked like two birds flying together, but he couldn’t see it. Not that it mattered much as long as she was happy.

“I bet they’re the best person ever! I can’t wait to meet them!” She happily babbled on, and he hummed in agreement, resting his chin on top of her soft hair and returning to the scattered papers on his desk, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper mixing with the sound of his daughters happy chatter. His chest swelled with a never ending fountain of love.

It was a memory he went back to often as the years turned harsh and empty. In the moments when he felt just as isolated as that poor creature he told Charlie stories about so long ago. In the deadest moments of the night, when it was just him curled up in his far-too-large bed, he sank into those warm memories like a comforting embrace. But it hurt just as much as helped, a reminder of what he had lost and, he believed in his darkest moments, what he would never have again.

Some nights he would glare at his own mark with red, tear filled eyes. Other nights, it was with a deep longing, the faintest of hopes he knew was pointless and painful.

When the marks had started appearing so long ago, they appeared only on humans who were just born. Even when the shift happened, it still only appeared with the birth of the demon or angel. Those few who existed before the marks first appeared simply did not get one. For whatever reason, you had to be born with it.

But Lucifer was not born with his. The only one to just have it appear, as far as he knew. He remembered little about when it happened, but he could vividly recall the sight of when it formed. It was a burst of color, like golden ink sliding up his arm from his wrist and dancing across the pale skin of his arm. He remembered the awe, the confusion, the anxiety, as those golden lines sank into his skin and settled into an array of gold, orange, and pink, like a sunset. It was beautiful, and terrifying. That was when he started wearing the gloves. It was several days before they got the news from heaven about the marks appearing on non-humans.

Of course, he couldn’t hide it from Lillith forever. At the time he thought they had worked through it. He was adamant they could still love eachother deeply despite this mark. The likelihood of him even ever meating whoever this person was was next to impossible. She had his whole heart, his everything. And she seemed to accept it.

But when she left so many, many years later, that mark, that damned mark, was at the top of her list of reasons. She could only spit out that she was clearly not meant for him as stormed out with Charlie in her arms, his little girl, his world, staring back at him with wide, fear filled eyes.

And then they were just,,, gone.

He never thought much of the mark until then, his claws digging into the tainted skin as he sobbed and wailed through the night, begging to that being in that damned tower to take it away, to bring back his family. What was the point of it, of any of this?

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse? Everyone else considered it a blessing, a promise that someone was out there for them, a hope that they could one day find their better half.

But there was no such thing for him. He had love, he had a wife, he had his daughter, everything he could ever want. All this damned mark did was take that from him, ruin his life. He was sure it was punishment for his disobedience. He deserved it after he cursed humanity to sin and evil. He didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve love

Still, he couldn’t stop the anger that bubbled up as he sat alone in bed, glaring at the sunset of colors. The finger that was absentmindedly tracing the lines of color flexed, claw digging into his skin, a line of blood falling from the puncture and dripping onto the white sheets. His face twisted, a mix of fury and pain as he sank all five claws into his arms, tearing, Tears streamed down his face as a sob tore through his lungs. The sheets were stained in gold once more, and he almost felt sorry for the cleaning staff. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he keep himself together for fucking once in his life?

He knew he was spiraling, but he couldn’t stop. It was only what he deserved, the pain, the injury. Eventually he collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing and gasping, staring at the mess that once was his arm. At least the mark was gone. And yet, he knew it would be back by morning. The damage would heal over and the mark would remain, the reminder of all his failings and downfalls, a reminder of just how worthless and undeserving he was of anything but pain and loneliness and disappointment.

The bloodloss forced a heaviness on his body and his eyes slid closed, sleep finally taking him into a realm of emptiness.

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pastiesotherstuff · 1 month

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Headcanon became Canon?!

Y'know.., I was randomly pausing just to see Luci's tongue because my headcanon is that he has a long snake tongue.... also for art/Lucilith purposes...

..And I was so happy when I found out..

Self-insert shipping has never been better to.

I love this man..

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avionvadion · 3 months

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I may have went a little too hard with the effects but darn it they were pretty. God's design is by @folieradis. I've been seeing it EVERYWHERE and it's utterly delightful so I wanted to draw him, too, lol.

Anyways! Major fic spoilers for Dancing With The Devil, but it's been in my brain for a while and I really wanted to draw it out. I thought it'd be a fun little visual. It's basically Iliana's "punishment" from God, where her soul was left shattered in what is essentially purgatory/limbo until ten thousand years pass and her soul has pieced itself back together as the human Eleanora.

...Okay, listen, I really just liked the morbid imagery of God holding a dead Iliana and the strands of her golden blood turning into the red strings of fate that would tie Eleanora and Lucifer together. T_T

Edit: I fixed Luci's left arm. Man, this art style messes with my sense of anatomy, alskjflkjdlfdj. It's cute, though.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel god #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer x oc #dancing with the devil

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rock-babe · 2 months

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Father , forgive me.

New fic on the way ! It's a horror type fic of my OC Victoria and it is going to be deliciously gross (positive). ⚠️ MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ the fic will contain graphic descriptions or bodily harm and mutilation, as well as triggering insults , threats, and touching.

⚠️BELOW CUT OFF IS LIST OF TRIGGERS BE WARNED FOR SENSITIVE AUDIENCES AND A SNIP OF THE BEGINNING OF THE FIC!⚠️

Main triggers will be mentioned pedophilia, rape, sexism, homophobia, assault, murder, organ selling and blood. Possibly more triggers to be added, but it is graphic and possibly upsetting to specific people. Please do not read it if you are sensitive to that type of stuff. This will give people interested in my OC a chance to see her backstory and how she died. I'm super excited to post this but because of how graphic it is, a warning is needed first. The photo is a snip/ intro to the fic and contains sensitive material. Please put yourself first and don't read if you are uncomfortable with that.

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x-galactic-star-x · 2 months

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https://www.patreon.com/posts/short-king-101356675

Full Image for Patreon supporters only! !! NSFW ART !!

#oc #hazbin hotel #my sona #hazbin art #my art #hazbin hotel sona #hazbin sona #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #my patreon #patreon supporters only can see the full image #hazbin lucifer x oc #lucifer x oc

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writingwhimsey · 3 months

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How Does A Good Girl Go To Hell? Ch. 3

A/N: Some warning for language, mentions of drug use, abuse, alcoholism, nothing graphic, but still read with caution.

Chapter 3

I sat on the bed in the hotel, staring out the window. So much had happened and I still didn’t understand it. I was glad to know Anna was fine and still with her family…but I still didn’t know how I could have ended up in Hell…and now I was needing to be redeemed?! I think I had been here for a couple of days now, but I just…I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Just then there was a knock on my door. “Hey, can I come in?” Angel called from the other side.

“Uh, sure.” I replied, turning to the door.

Angel opened the door. “Hey, ya doin’ okay tutz?”

“I guess.” I answered.

“You should come on down. Charlie is wanting to start our activities for the day.” Angel said.

“Activities?” I asked.

“It’s part of this rehab thing.” Angel replied with a shrug. “Now come on and let’s go or would you rather Charlie comes up here and sings and pulls ya into a dance again?”

“Alright.” I replied, climbing out of the bed and following Angel to the elevator. “So…do you think this hotel actually works?”

Angel shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s possible to rehab sinners.” He answered. “But I know my life has definitely improved since bein’ here…and I don’t know what ya learned in your human life, but…the people here are good people.”

“It feels like…everything I learned in my human life was a lie.” I answered.

Angel put a hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be alright.” He told me.

Just then the elevator doors opened and we were stepping out into the lobby. The others were already gathered. There was also a new face…or at least new to me. She had blond hair and one big eye.

“About time you got here, fuckhead.” She greeted Angel.

“Hey Cherri, didn’t expect to see you here today? Finally decided to give the hotel a shot?” He asked.

She shrugged. “Just thought I would stop by.”

“Well, you are always welcome here, Cherri.” Charlies said, placing a hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “Oh and please meet our newest resident, Ariel.” She introduced me.

Cherri looked at me. “So, you must be the new girl Angel was telling me about.” She was then throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Me and Angel will have to take you out sometime and show you a good time!”

“I…I don’t know about that.” I replied.

“Ariel seems to be a little shy.” Charlie said. “Which of course, there is nothing wrong with that.”

“How about we get to what you have planned, babe?” Vaggie asked, looking at Charlie.

“Oh, right. Yes, come on and let’s all sit down.” Charlie said.

We were all soon sitting down in a loose circle of chairs and the couch. I was surprised to see Lucifer having joined us, but I saw no signs of Alastor. I had noticed that Lucifer was participating in things and Alastor would, but only it seemed to compete with Lucifer.

“Alright, so I was thinking we could start with something simple.” Charlie said, stunning up in our circle. “And I figured to help you, Ariel, we all might go around and share our stories of how we think we ended up in hell. Acknowledging our sins.”

I stared up at Charlie, almost in disbelief. I had no idea how I ended up in hell.

“Who wants to share first?” Charlie asked. “And sharing is optional, as this is highly personal, but I highly encourage it.”

Angel seemed to heave out a sigh. “I’ll go.” He said. He then gave me a small smile before beginning. “I didn’t have the easiest life…it was a pretty hard life. My parents…they didn’t really care what happened to me or what I did as long as I left them alone. When I didn’t…well that’s when the beatings would start. As I got older, I…I got into drugs to escape the abuse… ended up doing turning tricks, stealing, anything I could for those drugs…overdosed and ended up here.”

That sounded like a terrible life and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It honestly didn’t seem fair…he had experienced hell on earth…now he was getting hell for all eternity?

“Thank you for sharing, Angel.” Charlie said. “That was very brave of you.”

Husk sighed. “I’m a drunk and a gambler.” He stated. “Gave into my vices to try and get away from the shithole that was my life…came here and fell into the same traps.”

“I like to blow shit up.” Cherri stated.

“Oooh, my turn, my turn…” Nifty began to jump around excitedly, but Husk was picking her up. “No one wants to hear that story right now. No one is ready for that.”

“I’m a fallen angel.” Vaggie said, catching me off guard.

“Wait…what?”

“I was an exorcist.” Vaggie said. “My job…was killing demons, but I got caught letting a demon child go and…”

“Demon child?” I asked. “There…there are children in hell? That…that’s not…that’s not what I was taught…”

“Well, some kids are born here.” Charlie said. “Like me, for example, but yes…there are children that end up here.”

“It’s…it’s not just that though…I mean everything…you guys said…you…Angel, you were a victim in your human life…why…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish my thoughts. I could feel my chest tightening and my breathing becoming more ragged.

“You need to calm down, sweetie.” Angel told me. “Look we don’t know for sure what makes a person a sinner or what gets a soul into Heaven…”

“Yeah, Heaven doesn’t even know the answer to that one either.” Charlie said.

I looked at them all in disbelief. “What? Heaven…they don’t even know?”

“No, they don’t.” Vaggie agreed.

“So…if they don’t know…and you don’t know…how…how can this hotel even work?” I asked. “What…what even was the point of everything?” I could feel myself becoming hysterical.

“Hey, Ariel, it’s okay…”

I wasn’t even sure who had spoken. I wasn’t even seeing anyone else. “I…I have to go…get some air…” I said before bolting for the front door and running out into the street. I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do once I got there, but I knew I…I just needed out at least for a little while to clear my head.

“Shit…” Charlie muttered as she face palmed. “I was just trying to help and…”

Lucifer was reaching up and putting a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “You did good.” He told her.

“Yeah, babe, Ariel…she’s still new.” Vaggie said. “And not just to the hotel, but to Hell. When you’ve been told one thing all your life and then learn it’s not true, it’s hard.”

“We should probably go after her.” Angel said. “She is new to Hell and if she’s not careful end up sellin’ her soul to someone like Val.”

Charlie nodded. “Right. Let’s split up and go look for her.”

Everyone soon left the hotel, going off in different directions. Lucifer spread his wings and took to the skies. He recognized that look in Ariel’s eyes. It was the look of someone who had felt utterly betrayed and defeated. Someone who found out everything was a lie.

As he began to search, Lucifer lifted his hands and his golden power flowed, coalescing into an orb between his palms as he had the other night to show Ariel her friend. Soon her face came into view on the orb and he was able to pinpoint her location. “A bar…”

Lucifer flew to the bar in question and walked inside. He looked around, spotting Ariel sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. A large wolfdemon approached her. “Hey, you’re new. How about I buy you a drink and you come to the back with me?”

“No thanks.” Ariel said.

The wolfdemon put a paw on her arm. “Don’t be like that sweetheart…”

“Hey, I think she told you no.” Lucifer spoke, glaring at the demon.

“Just what do you think you’re gonna do about it?” The wolf said, not even looking away from Ariel.

“You really wanna fuck me?” Lucifer asked.

The wolf blinked. “No, she’s the one I wanna…” He cut off his sentence as he turned to see the king of hell standing before him. “Oh shit…is…is she with you? I am so sorry, sir…” He was then dropping Ariel’s arm and running off.

Ariel turned to look at Lucifer, already feeling the effects of her drink, though she hadn’t been gone long enough to drink even one drink yet. “Why…why are you here?” She asked.

“To keep you from getting hurt.” Lucifer answered as he walked up to sit on the stool beside Ariel.

“Thanks…I guess.” Ariel replied. “I…I’m not going back to the hotel…at least not right now.”

“No one said we had to leave.” Lucifer told her. He was then ordering a drink from the bartender. “Mind if I join you?” He asked Ariel.

“It’s your kingdom.” Ariel replied.

Lucifer pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text to Charlie and the others, letting them know he had found Ariel and he would be bringing her back in a little while. He began to sip at his drink, just sitting in silence next to Ariel.

Ariel finished her drink and ordered another. She started sipping it before finally speaking. “I just… I don’t get it.” She said. “I mean…what the others said…it doesn’t seem fair that they suffered in life and get sent to suffer for all eternity too…and…I still don’t understand what I did to end up here…was rock music really the devil’s music, as my grandmother would say?”

“No, I prefer something a little more upbeat.” Lucifer replied, giving Ariel a small smile.

Ariel looked at him. He could tell there was a part of her that wanted to laugh at his joke, but another part of her seemed pissed for making the joke at this time. “I’m being serious…I… I thought I did everything right. I didn’t drink. I didn’t do drugs. I went to church every Sunday.” She rambled. “I even waited until I was married to have sex!..,and it sucked! I died not even knowing what it felt like to orgasm!”

“That’s terrible.” Lucifer replied, horrified by everything she just said.

Tears began to form in her eyes. “I…I thought that if I did everything right…I would…go to Heaven…that’s… that’s what they taught me…but it was all a lie. What was even the point?... I mean…look at me. I’m in Hell…drinking and rambling onto the devil himself!”

Lucifer sat silently as she rambled, not even reacting to being called the devil. He’d heard that and many other names in his immortal life. It didn’t sting anymore, not like it used to. Once she had finished, he spoke.

“Was…was my faith not strong enough?” Ariel went on. “Was…was it because I had started to let doubt creep into my heart? Questioning the things I was taught? I mean…I didn’t voice my questions, but I couldn’t help but to think of them and wonder…especially when…when I couldn’t…get pregnant…and then when my husband left me for another woman who could get pregnant…”

“Maybe.” Lucifer finally spoke. “I was sent here…banished here because I dared to dream. I dared to be different and to question the other angels.”

Ariel looked at him, her eyes glassy. “Really?”

Lucifer nodded. “Yes.”

“You know…Hell isn’t what I expected.” She finally said after a moment.

“You expected to be on fire right?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean…there are parts of Hell where you could experience that.” Lucifer told her.

“You’re not what I expected either.”

“Expecting me to be red with horns and a pitchfork? I can do that look.” Lucifer replied.

Ariel let out a small laugh at that. “Tail, too?”

“Yeah.” Lucifer replied. “Shapeshifting is kinda my thing.”

The pair sat at the bar for a while, Ariel finishing her second drink and ordering a third. Lucifer still continued to sip his first drink. Sometimes Ariel would say more, but for the most part they sat in a companionable silence. Arel was halfway through her third drink when she pushed it away. “I think…I’m done.”

“Ready to go back to the hotel?” Lucifer asked.

Ariel hesitated a moment before nodding..and then instantly regretting it. “Oh…I shouldn’t have done that…my head is swimming.”

Lucifer paid for their drinks before hopping down from his stool. He offered Ariel a hand. “Here let me help you.”

She looked at his hand, hesitating only a moment before placing her hand in his and allowing him to help her up…and then almost immediately falling forward. Lucifer quickly caught her.

“You are a lightweight.” He commented as he scooped her up into his arms. She was the same height as him, but weighed practically nothing. In hindsight, he probably should have tried to cut her off after her first drink. “I got you.”

Ariel looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I…uh…”

Lucifer walked out of the bar, still carrying Ariel. “Hang on.” He told her.

“Okay…” She said, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his neck.

Lucifer unfurled his wings once again and took off.

Ariel let out an eep of surprise and quickly tucked her face against the side of his neck. “Just….let me know when we land…”

“You don’t like heights or something?”

“Not really, no.” Ariel answered.

“Don’t worry.” Lucifer told her. “I won’t drop you.”

“I’d hope not…” She said, her face still tucked into the side of his neck, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

By the time they landed, Ariel had passed out, whether it was from the alcohol or her fear, Lucifer wasn’t one hundred percent sure on. He withdrew his wings before walking inside the hotel. Charlie and the others were already there, waiting.

“Is she…?” Charlie asked, approached.

“She’s okay. She just had a bit much to drink.” Lucifer answered his daughter. “Don’t worry, I’ll put her to bed.”

Lucifer carried Ariel up to her room and placed her in her bed, gingerly lifting the blanket and tucking her beneath. “I don’t know why you ended up here,” He spoke to her sleeping form, “but I can tell you, not many people here really deserve their fates.” He then left another duck on her nightstand before walking out to let her sleep.

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embyquinn · 23 days

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This is Lucifer's new love interest in my head canon. Her name is Phoenyx. He calls her Fee. She's a fallen angel who was his only real friend while he was still in heaven, the only one who would listen to his crazy ideas and not tell him he was, well, crazy. She fell in love with him but she was afraid to tell him because she didn't want to ruin their friendship and then he fell in love with Lilith and God his ass kicked out of heaven and she thought she'd never see him again. Millenia later she herself got kicked out of heaven for totally unrelated reasons and through a series of mad cap misadventures and a possible severe disconnect in heaven's bureaucracy she ended up on Earth instead of in hell like she was supposed to. She kicked it around Earth for about 4,000 years and finally managed to make her way to Hell proper, hooked back up with lucifer, who by then was a free agent, and they became an item.

She wholeheartedly supports Charlie's ideas of redemption because 4,000 years on Earth has actually given her something of a liking for humanity. She believes everyone deserves a shot at getting into heaven. Even if she and Lucifer can never go back. Fee doesn't care where she is, as long as she's with him.

I'm making comics about this story and I'm going to start posting those too. Trouble is I made them out of order, but I'll go ahead and post what I've got and then start working on the earlier stuff so we can have a cohesive story.

#hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin fanart #hazbin oc #hazbin lucifer x oc

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lucky-flowey · 3 months

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar/Reader, Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel)/Reader(one-sided) Summary:

Winifred got tricked into selling her soul to Vox. Now she has to do anything he asks, even spy on his rival. After being around assholes for most of her life, finally being around kindness is nice But can she betray them to save her soul?

And what's this feeling for the King of Hell?

I'm at it again with another hyperfixation....

#hazbinhotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lucifer x oc #hazbin vox #hazbin fic #original character #hurt/comfort

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derurushu · 2 months

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family portrait plus after marriage sodré design

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dizquized · 2 months

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haha heyyyyy yeah the brainrot is here to stay. have this

it is 4am, i desperately need to go to sleep <3

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redr0sewrites · 3 months

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Sick!Hazbin Hotel x Reader Hcs

i love reverse comfort sm. im also currently being brutally murdered by allergies but i prefer comforting others so here we are

🥀 Cw: fluff, crack, teensy bit of angst with comfort

🥀 Pairing(s): Lucifer x reader, Alastor x reader, Vox x reader, Adam x reader

Lucifer:

sick? him? please, the king of hell doesn't get sick!

thats what he claims anyways

lucifer brushes nearly everything off as just plain allergies, he could literally have a 103 fever and be shaking on the floor and would still be pouting and saying he's fine

the thing about him tho is that he's easy to take care of- after a little coaxing lucifer just sighs and nods glumly before pretty much submitting himself to your care

once he's admitted hes sick tho, he wants you around him 24/7

lucifer wants cuddles, hugs, kisses, he just gets so clingy when he's feeling under the weather

THIS MAN LITERALLY BURNS UP WHEN HE'S SICK ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE ONES WITH THE HIGHEST RAGING FEVERS THAT LAST FOR DAYS like he'll be sweating and shivering and crying he gets hit HARD when he's sick and it happens so suddenly too- like one day he's fine and then the next he looks like he's one small wind away from collapsing

he lowkey feels bad about asking for things when he's sick so he'll say something offhand like "yk im in the mood for soup" and hopes you get the message

ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE TO GET FEVER DREAMS AND START RAMBLING WHEN HES SICK

like he'll wake up from a nap and still be half asleep and he just starts genuinely rambling about literally the most obscure things

lucifer definitely gets nightmares even when he isn't sick, but when hes feeling like shit and is so delirious he can't tell reality from fiction? be prepared for him to wake up crying and shaking, he just gets so so scared :(

lucifer feels bad about you taking care of him and wants to help, but will lowkey end up pushing himself too hard. PLEASE reassure him and tell him it's alright he'll literally melt

once its all over, lucifer will genuinely trust you more after you saw him in such a vulnerable state and is much more likely to come to you instead of hiding how he's feeling in the future

Alastor:

alastor? weak? lmao no

he would literally rather die than admit he's sick like he would literally just keep pushing on

alastor is one of those people that has an iron immune system like he VERY rarely gets sick but when he does its like torture

to even be alastor's partner you'd have to know him for a long time and you'd probably be able to read him pretty well (at least compared to other people), yet even you sometimes miss his sickness in the earlier stages

alastors biggest tell tale sign of being sick? exhaustion. he very rarely sleeps on the regular, but when he's sick that all catches up to him

he also gets more irritable and a little less composed, he'd be more prone to getting angry and would lash out if anyone asked if he was ok

alastors ears would also be turned back slightly, like most animals do when they're being aggressive, but its pretty much only obvious to people who know him closely

alastor never wants to be vulnerable or weak but you notice that his eyelids keep drifting of their own accord, and how irritable he's been, and it clicks to you that he's obviously not feeling well

approach him about it in private, while alastor does trust you he still doesn't want others to knowm

no matter how much you try he will not lay down, take medicine, or do anything (at least at first)

alastor genuinely thinks that he can just push through on his own and lowkey thinks you're worrying too much

however after two weeks of pure suffering and exhaustion, combined with no sleep and your irritation at his lack of will to take care of himself, alastor finally breaks

he'd prob come to your room at like 4 in the morning and just curl up on the edge of the bed, shivering a little but staying quiet

you wake up to him fast asleep, his ears twitching every once and a while as he rests peacefully near you

get a cool towel and lay it on his forehead to break the fever, and he'll just keep sleeping

he probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, months of lost sleep are catching up to him at this point, giving you the opportunity to make him some soup and medicine

alastor will stir a little when you get out of bed but wont wake up, but once he does wake up he wants you to come back

when he's sick he wants you to be nearby, alastor isn't the touchiest person and being sick makes him feel gross, so he wouldn't want to be touched but would want you arround just to know you're there

this is probably the first step in him being more open to vulnerability around you, and while it may have been a bit of an irritating process to get him back to his usual healthy status, it's definitely worth it as he begins to trust you more

Vox:

lowkey a man child (affectionate)

vox is one of those guys who will take care of himself when he's sick, but he'll complain about it every step of the way

i think he's pretty responsible when he's sick, he'll take the day off and relax but won't do much other than that

he likes when you pamper him though, and a part of him lowkey enjoys being sick because he just gets to have your full attention all of the time (as if he doesn't already💀)

vox would be irritated about showing weakness and not being in control, but he wouldn't be irritated at you

if an employee was being too nosy about his wellbeing? yea he's pissed but if you're the one taking care of him, he'll just sigh and let you do what you want

VOX IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHOS LITERALLY ALWAYS COLD AND ITS AMPLIFIED WHEN HES SICK

he becomes like a literal ice cube he's SHIVERING and everything

vox has the cutest sneezes too, he glitches out and denies how cute his sneezes are but they really are adorable

vox takes like 2 baths per day when he's sick he hates feeling unclean, and def wants you to join him in the bath (just to relax, get your mind out of the gutter)

vox would be a little pissed about missing work, i think he's a bit of a workaholic and might try to work in bed or sneak some paperwork behind your back

it doesn't work though because he just ends up passing out anyway

vox is big on sleeping when he's sick he's definitely the type to just sleep it off and thats that

like he CRASHES in bed and just does not get up for hours

he sleeps like the dead too, his screen is blank and he barely moves in his sleep

like lucifer, he has fever dreams but they lean more on the weird side rather than the sad side

its funny but instead of talking more when sick, vox actually talks much less. he starts getting super quiet and a lot more needy for your attention

vox is more than happy to return to work and be back on his feet, but will send you a little thank you gift and pamper you in return for taking care of him

Adam:

manchild x2 (also affectionate)

adam DREADS getting sick like he genuinely hates it so much, he sees it as one of his own flaws and it makes him lowkey disgusted at himself

he whines like a baby over a common cold, its almost sad how the slightest sickness will make him act like he's on his death bed

adam whines and complains whenever you aren't around him, he wants cuddles and kisses and is 10x more clingy when he's sick

he has little to no appetite when he's actually sick but gets a huge appetite right after

like you'll have to force him to eat at least a piece of toast per day while he's actually feverish but once he's in recovery he's literally FAMISHED and will ask for so much food

he barely eats or drinks while hes sick it just feels icky to him

i also think he's the type to not want to move like he just collapses on his bed and barely moves an inch (unless you force him)

adam exaggerates when he's barely sick and then underplays it when he's genuinely really sick its lowkey so confusing

like he could have pneuomonia and be half dead and say he's fine but he could have the most common cold and complain foreverrr

he doesn't think you're genuine when you say you want to help him and take care of him, he thinks its just a joke since nobody has ever really taken care of him before

like sure he's been told what to do and bossed around and treated him like a foolish child, but no one has ever sat with him while he's sick and held his hand yk?

while he can be irritable and annoying while he's sick, he apologizes afterwards

its one of the few times he ever apologizes but he genuinely feels bad about lashing out

adam isn't used to being below someone when it comes to status or health and relaxing and letting someone else take care of him is kind of foreign for him, but you both work it out over time

while he isn't the easiest to take care of, he genuinely appreciates that you want to help him and wants to return the favor someday

I WILL MAKE A PT 2 OF THIS WITH MORE FEM CHARACTERS OR WITH HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO CROWD UP THIS POST TOO MUCH!!!!! ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES I WROTE THIS WHILE HALF ASLEEP ♥️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS TEEHEE

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