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hi there! i’m not sure if you write poly requests, but if you do could i request some angel dust x transmasc reader x lucifer fluff headcanons?

A/N I've never written poly and I took a lotta liberties so I'm sorry if this isn't that great- 🙏

Also me when I get a transmasc reader request <3

Tags: SFW, transmasc!reader, fluff fluff fluff

Angel Dust

- You would have gotten with Angel first; you coming to the hotel with the promise of free living and quickly falling for the spider demon.

- It took a while to break through Angel's walls, but after proving yourself as trustworthy and becoming friends - he quickly fell for you right back.

- The confession came from Angel one day after he came home from work, and you two were cuddling on his bed while watching a comically terrible soap opera.

- No bright lights or large displays, just cozy normality.

- This, Angel found far more suited to genuine love considering his line of work.

- You, of course, reciprocated. Eternally joyous that he felt the same way.

- When you both meet Lucifer and eventually you start to become fairly close to the king, Angel light-heartedly points out that you are attracted to Lucifer before you even realise it yourself.

- He was, of course, correct.

- You feared that Angel may be jealous but he wasn't at all really. He knew you two were very happy as is, and he isn't insecure at all that Lucifer might be a 'threat' to your relationship.

- He's never been in a poly relationship (in the official sense at least), but he'd be encouraging you to go pursue Lucifer as well if you thought it'd make you even happier; also joking that it'd "ego boost the fuck out of him to be holding your hand while the other is held by the literal king of hell".

- You take him up on that when it's obvious he wouldn't be offended by it.

Lucifer

- He falls head first very, very quickly for you.

- You're very kind as far as sinners go, and when he's sure you aren't just trying to manipulate him due to his status?

- He melts for you, and as he starts living in the hotel as well, this becomes more and more apparent.

- You would propose being together, however, he'd be conflicted about it.

- He would like to be together, but in the beginning he would be opposed to being non-monogomous with you.

- Please forgive the old man. His heart is in the right place, but good God would be insecure with the idea of being the 'least favourite' in a poly relationship.

- He would also probably be a bit butthurt that you wanted him to be with you as well as Angel. He is the sin of pride after all. This belief slowly would dissipate however the better he got to know Angel too.

- He comes around to the idea when you and Angel reassure him that that wouldn't be how things would be going, and that the two of them would absolutely be equally important in the relationship to you.

- Ends up quickly enjoying it. You three work surprisingly well in a relationship.

- You all came to an agreement eventually on spending some time all-together as well as apart so they both have some one on one time with you.

- Jealousy would potentially be a problem at times, but you'd all work through any issues fairly quickly, priding communication above everything.

- Your favourite group dates would mostly be ones away from the public eye - unfortunately, the press would have an absolute field day with you and onlookers would not stop gawking at the sight of Angel and Lucifer being your arm candy.

- Don't get me wrong, it is fun going to places like Lu Lu World together when the park is rented out for the day for just the three, however it's rather eerie at times and there are always people lurking outside trying to catch you and them.

- Your dates in like playing games, watching movies and making things together are always incredibly fun.

- You all particularly love ending your dates with the three of you curling up together, you sandwiched between the two of them as they jokingly fight for who gets to spoon you and who gets to pull you against their chest.

- Usually you end up on your back with two very cilngy men squishing against you, cuddling into either side of you.

- The next morning you then will have to fight to get up because neither one of them will want to leave that position for even a second.

Extra point:

- Angel would help out Lucifer in acting properly around you being trans. Luci would absolutely be supportive, but he would likely be a bit uneducated, unlike Angel who's very attuned to the changing times. (Luci is the definition of 'he's a little confused but has the right spirit'.)

- Both of them would also go guns blazing if you needed any medical care like HRT or surgeries at all. Lucifer would be able to get you just about anything you needed with his scary dog privilege.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel lucifer #Hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust headcanons #hazbin hotel lucifer headcanon #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader x lucifer #poly x reader

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#omggg i hadnt thought about her in this pose #love this sm #hazbin hotel charlie

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As someone with fibromyalgia, I love it when the rain season + winter hits and my whole entire body kills itself just because

#/sarcasm #i have been trying to work out bc i wanna get muscle- esp bc I'm hopefully going on T soon- but my body is dead after working out yesterday #Which sucks because I also wanna write but my B R A I N. #and J O I N T S. #AAAAAAAA #⟡ .Personal

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Falling Through The Cracks : Hazbin Hotel x reader

[ Prologue: The Price Of Overtime ]

Word count: 2.7k

A/N There isn't a lot of interaction with the characters yet bc this is just establishing how reader got there, but there will be with most of the hotel in chapter 2 🙏

This was bc I reached 300 followers. Thank you for getting me to that milestone 💛

Cw SFW, gn!reader, stalking, slightly descriptive depiction of violence, death, vomit(?), reader has a bad time pretty much

Your steps echoed out in the darkness as you walked down the pockmarked sidewalk. The only thing keeping you from falling flat on the pavement with how dark it was was barely working street lights. 

It felt as if you were walking in a different plain of existence at 12am through the eerily silent and abandoned streets, the unnatural lights which cast a sickly yellow glow over everything only added to that impression.

Normally, you would have knocked off at your job before the sun had set to avoid the crazies out at night in your city. Overtime rates seemed worth it this morning, though; a decision you absolutely regretted now.

In-between the cries of the crickets, frogs and the other normal sounds of the night - a quiet sound like a second pair of footsteps had been following you for a while now, although each time you looked over your shoulder and stopped in the middle of the gloomy patches of light lining your trek home, nothing was behind you and the second pair of steps stopped along with your own.

This constant seeking of reassurance did absolutely nothing to calm your steadily rising hackles, however.

As your eyes scanned the abandoned streets all around you, your hair stood on end. Something was there, and you could feel it. Somehow the lack of life made it worse then if you could actually see whoever the person was following you. 

Maybe it was paranoid bullshit in reality, but you would far rather it be your mind playing tricks on you than die finding out it was real. You quickened your pace.

The seconds ticked by extremely slowly due to your hyper-awareness of everything going on around you, your eyes darting around to try and catch sight of whoever it was; instead only finding the shadows of tree limbs which were all too human-like and the occasional bird which was startled due to your presence.

You were just a few minutes away from home, so if you could just reach it-

You startled, becoming rigid where you stood, trembling as jittery adrenaline began flowing through you as you heard it. 

The low sound of a whispering voice flowed out of the inky darkness, a melodic sound which tickled at your ears and made your mind feel strange, almost like zoning out. 

It felt.. Nice after the long day you had had. It felt right. You couldn't quite understand the words being spoken, it sounded like some kind of long-forgotten dead language, but it lulled you into calmness.

‘Wha… are y…’ A half-formed thought which was drowned out. Your eyelids felt heavy as the stress of the day weighed on your shoulders, the siren call feeling like a warm hug in comparison to the fear of the unknown that was quickly ebbing away.  

‘What… you.. doi..’ You just wanted to sleep so badly.

You swayed in place, body stubbornly fighting your mind's desire to collapse and do as the whispering voice was seemingly telling you.  

The stranger's words would have fully ensnared you if your rational thought hadn't screamed out finally after its continuous suppression. 

‘What are you doing!’ 

You snapped back to reality, suddenly aware of the way the footsteps had grown louder, a glimpse of the outline of an inhumanly tall person just out of view under the poor lighting visible from the corner of your eye. 

Oh fuck.

It was like a fire was lit under you all at once as you finally comprehended just how royally screwed you could have been had you waited for whatever supernatural bullshit this was to catch up with you. You ran as fast as you could, a primal response to flee suddenly waking up and prompting you to haul ass as fast as you could away from the figure.

The world blurred around you as you passed lines of trees and occasional benches on your way, your scared mind fearing that any of the long shadows cast could be inhabited by whatever it was.

Your heart beat out of your chest, feeling light-headed with the mixture of fear and adrenaline as your ability to quickly move kicked into high gear.

Your throat and lungs burnt, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat uncomfortably, but you didn't stop even once as it gained on you.

Whatever it was saying only grew louder - what was gentle and appealing to your ears now stung them and made your head hurt, loudly ringing within them. 

You should have just taken a normal shift.

Hey, at least you'd die with a bunch in your bank account though, huh? The pessimistic thought made you laugh out loud despite the pain and fear combing into nausea within you. 

You were confident that to any nosy onlookers safely within their houses, you probably looked batshit insane with your wild mess of hair, terrified expression and shaky laughter, running away from ‘nothing’. 

You were so fucked.

Tears stung your eyes, blurring with your throbbing headache brought upon the voice now screaming its commands at you.

It fell on deaf ears ironically as you continued the breakneck pace away from it.

You made the mistake of snatching a glance behind you again, throwing your head around and trying to remove the hair from your eyes in an attempt to see if the figure was still present. The toe of your scuffed up converse caught within a large hole in the sidewalk painfully, and you went spiralling downwards.

You cursed loudly.

The next few seconds seemed to move differently as if you fell in slow motion, heartbeat echoing in your ears as the sound of the voice abruptly ended.

Beat beat.

You squeezed your watering eyes shut instinctually as you made eye contact with the grey pavement you were now falling towards.

Beat beat.

You put your hands out in front of you to try to stop yourself from going face first into the ground.

Beat beat.

An odd cracking sound akin to electricity echoed around you. 

Beat beat.

You braced for impact, your thoughts a jumbled mess of fabricated monsters you envisioned were going to catch you any second and longing for the mundane problems which had seemed so hard before this.

Beat beat.

...

Collision with the ground never came.

What?

The feeling of falling suddenly intensified as time became normal again, hot wind whipping at your tear-stained cheeks and quickly drying them. You opened your eyes.

And promptly began screaming.

The vision of the tops of buildings which were cut into a pentagram shape turned your already struggling brain to mush as you realised you were now falling from a great height into a city rather than just a small distance to the pavement below.

Visceral fear filled you as you quickly approached a seemingly much worse, more gruesome fate.

The tall walls of highly built units rushed past you as you fell with no hope in sight of stopping. 

As the garbage ridden streets of the strangely shaped city came into view, you almost managed to cry despite the hot air as a gut-wrenching scent like burning meat and hair hit your nostrils.

Great, you'd die in filth. At least in the streets where you were you would have died with some dignity, but this nightmarish, oddly red landscape robbed you of even that.

'I'm so dead.'

Everything went dark just before your body collided with the alleyway below, your brain trying to afford you one last favour so you wouldn't feel anything from your supposed impending doom.

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Vaggie didn't know what to expect on that morning when she and Charlie took a walk through the streets of hell after the announcement that the next extermination would be moved up.

With one hand in her hopeful girlfriend’s to try keep her from running off into the violent streets full of terrified demons killing each other, the other on her trusted spear, she surveyed the shitshow that was the streets of Pentagram city as best as she could with her one eye. 

They were trying to recruit more people into the hotel; hoping that the news would lead people to their doorstep with hope that they could escape the next oncoming attack from heaven.

However, it was as if the depravity was dialled up to a hundred. People were desperate, but they weren't desperate in the way that she and Charlie were looking for. 

She shook her head at the carnage occurring in the messy streets, all the more outlandishly sinister with the way the red glow of the sky in the Pride ring shone down on everything.

“Everyone is uh, sure more… lively today, aren't they, Vaggie?” Charlie spoke up from next to her as a demon ran full speed at the two of them while yelling nonsense, promptly being cut down in place effortlessly by her spear. 

Vaggie sighed softly as her yellow eye looked down at the body to her right, making sure they were dead before pulling out the point of her spear with a sickening squelching sound that prompted the princess to shudder, hand trembling in her's slightly.

“I don't think we're going to find anyone here who..” she trailed off as her eye which was analysing everything going on with rapt attention caught sight of a sinner’s unconscious body being hauled over the shoulder of a more than suspicious looking demoness.

She was unsure of what exactly drew her attention to them, however that's when she began noticing certain.. differences.

Your form was far too small and fragile-looking to be that of a normal resident of hell. Her brows furrowed as she squinted to try get a better look at you from where you slowly started to stir as the demon holding you leaned down to try pick at a freshly fallen body; presumably to pick-pocket them.

Charlie hummed in confusion at the way she stopped speaking, following her line of sight. 

She too watched in unbridled surprise as your tangled head of hair raised to reveal your face looking up at them with tired and unfocused puffy eyes.

Your undoubtedly human face. 

After you finally grasped what was going on, you startled and began squirming to try and get away from the person holding you around the middle in an uncomfortably tight grip. Your horrified, glossy eyes looked around wildly as the one keeping you in an iron grip yelled at you to stop before landing on Charlie and Vaggie, who were gawking at you in disbelief.

The way that you stared at them as if they had two heads despite looking relatively normal as far as people down here went was the last indication that the two of them needed that you definitely didn't belong here. 

Vaggie cursed as Charlie let go of her hand and rushed over to try and help you, steps crunching loudly on the mixture of broken glass and bodies strewn across the ground.

The fallen angel shook her head at the princess blindly rushing in with no weapon, raising her spear to strike the sinner down before they could harm Charlie, fighting to catch up with the overly enthusiastic blonde.

Your world pivoted suddenly as your captor whipped around upon hearing them approaching, turning you to face a graffiti-ridden wall instead. You swallowed down bile as you fought to keep from throwing up with the sky-high nausea filling you at just about everything going on.

This had to be some kind of weird dream. Those weren't actually dead bodies around, right? You weren't actually followed home by a weird supernatural creature, right? Maybe you were just actually unconscious, passed out because you were so tired after the day. Surely that was it.  

Your thoughts ticked over into nonsense as your panic grew and grew to the point that you barely heard the altercation happening right next to you.

That is, until something warm splashed against your face and knocked you back to the reality that didn't quite feel real at all.

The person holding you collapsed, and you felt your brain go blank as you saw the silver blade of the shorter woman’s spear sticking out of her back, impaling her all the way through.

You barely felt the collision with the ground. 

You slowly pulled yourself out of the now loose grip of the dead sinner who held you with your jaw slack, pupils impossibly wide while you trembled numbly, your mind fighting to make sense of what was even happening.

Bringing your hand up to your cheek, you felt at whatever had splattered on your face, barely able to even feel the heat of it.

It was when you pulled your hand back to find dark crimson staining your palm, that you finally retched loudly before vomiting next to the corpse. 

This was all, in fact, very real, and you were in very real danger with whatever was going on. 

Your instinct was to run again, but your whole body protested painfully at that idea. You could barely move at all at that point, confined to where you were, whether you liked it or not.

If the two women trying to talk to you - who you couldn't hear for some reason despite their lips moving to form words - decided you were next then you'd lay down and just let it fucking happen.

You were too damn tired to fight it at this point, and your pessimistic brain insisted that considering what had happened, you'd just probably end up being killed elsewhere in this shithole anyway.

You braced yourself for some awful weapon as the blonde woman pressed her hand into her pocket for something as she crouched down in front of you, squeezing your eyes shut in hope you wouldn't have to see yourself violently murdered in the same way that other person was. 

Your eyes cracked open again, brow furrowed hard in confusion as something soft brushed over your cheek where the blood had now begun drying against your grimy skin instead. 

Charlie swiped her handkerchief across your face, hoping to at least try to give you some relief from your obvious distress by removing the blood off of you. 

She was used to hell; all the fighting, murder, blood and whatnot, but she imagined it must've been difficult for someone new - let alone someone who hadn't even become a sinner - to witness hell in about the most brutal, reality-altering way there was. 

It made her heart clench with sympathy the way your exhausted eyes looked up at her, mind very clearly shot from your complete lack of response to her questions about how you got there.

Charlie looked to the side as Vaggie crouched down next to her, red pupils wide and looking at her girlfriend as if asking a silent question. 

“There's no way that they would survive out here… We need to take them back with us?” Charlie slowly proposed the idea, hesitant but more than ready to argue her point to Vaggie. 

Vaggie's half-lidded yellow eye looked down at you, taking in the way you could barely keep yourself awake after it was clear the violence had finally ended.

The hotel for sure had some characters who'd be nasty around someone like you.

Alastor would be an absolute pain to deal with; the cannibalistic overlord probably would be itching to taste human flesh again for the first time in decades.

Then there was Niffty. 

She shuddered thinking of the recent situation of the small maid putting drain cleaner in Angel's drink and waiting with sick enjoyment for the pornstar to chug it, only to end up with a nasty surprise. What would that do to a human? 

Vaggie took a deep breath through her nose as she pondered the headache keeping you in the hotel would cause. “Yes. Yes we do.” All of the issues that this would stir up in the hotel would be better than letting some poor, still-living soul who somehow managed to get down here fend for themselves against the harsh conditions of the streets of hell.

Her heart may have been dulled in all the years she had been alive, however, it still beat in her chest despite everything. Even she couldn't bear to think about the alternative.

Charlie let out a sigh of relief. She was thankful they were on the same page about this, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing she hadn't taken you in.

You wouldn't last a day with the kinds of freaks who'd pounce on you out here. 

The princess retracted her handkerchief from your face as it was clear you were calming down now, and she instead gently rested her hand on your shoulder. 

“You're safe with us. We'll help you, don't worry.” 

Those words wrapped around you comfortingly despite still sounding a bit far away in your hazy state, and your eyes fluttered shut as you muttered out a barely audible "thank you”, before collapsing again. 

Charlie laughed quietly as Vaggie moved to pick you up off of the ground before you fell in anything.. gross - er - more gross while she shook her head. 

“A living human in hell. How does something like that even happen?” Vaggie asked Charlie, hoping she had some clue of what went on considering her lineage. She found no such solace, however. 

“I have no idea. I've never once heard of a still-living soul passing through to hell from earth.” Charlie smiled ecstatically at Vaggie, who cautiously regarded your sleeping form as she picked you up bridal style as if you'd shatter in her arms otherwise.

Charlie stood alongside her and could barely contain her excitement. “buuuut, if we can keep them virtuous enough to still get into heaven while they're under our protection, then they can be proof that our program works!” She exclaimed brightly. 

Vaggie smiled despite the doubt licking at the edges of her mind. 

She had a very bad feeling about this. 

*Throws you this and runs*/j

There might be some scuff, but I refuse to hold this back for even longer bc I said it'd be out like 2 days ago already 💀

If you'd like to be tagged when I update next, then lmk!

Falling Through The Cracks Masterlist

#Falling Through The Cracks - fic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel Niffty #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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Part 1 of the new fic will be out really soon. I just needa proofread it and make sure it's legible. It will for sure be out tomorrow.

I've just had irl commitments and health things that have left me tired as hell the past few days. I finally have a free day tomorrow, so I'll do the rest of the work then 💀

#what if you wanted to write. but irl shit and your energy said no #me rn #I'll be on the content grind soon I just gotta wait for my brain to stop taking it's sweet ass time to do anything 💀 #⟡ .Rambles

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Part time soulmate, full time problem

#oh this is just gorgeous #he's so pretty #your shading and use of colour is what i aspire to be able to do omfg #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer

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To that anon who sent the longer req about Alastor x human reader - your ask may take a bit longer to get through bc I wanna write it in a way that does it justice bc I LOVE the idea

#hoping you're lurking HSHDHHD #I'll probably write it as like a fast paced fic oneshot. but I'm also thinking of making it lead into a pt. 2 considering the implied - #continuity at the end #idk we'll see 🙏 #⟡ .Reqs

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Do you think Velvette calls him a boomer?

#definitely #and he'd absolutely HATE it #call vox an old man to his face and hed be absolutely fuming over it #his fear of being 'outdated' (shown through him constantly upgrading himself to try be 'better' and thus irreplaceable by something newer) #undoubtedly turns to anger #I like to think Velvette catches onto all that early and uses it to manipulate him a bit #girlboss verses boomer #vox #velvette #i absolutely adore how you draw them too omg #gorgeous #hazbin hotel

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I just think it's very very painful irony that Vox - who's updating himself constantly in an attempt to try and stay current due to a fear of being left behind in time - got the most left behind by the man who stubbornly refuses to ever change at all

Figured I'd link my Radiosilence fic as this is getting more traction then I have been lately dhjdjd

#im trying to use queue for the first time so if this posts at a weird time that's why #thought abt this while i was writing my radiosilence fic #radiosilence #radiostatic #voxal #hazbin hotel #vox #Alastor #⟡.Queue

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THANK YOU SM OMG 😭💛

This is an appreciation post for all the writers working hard for us horny demons

(Cough cough @bigfatbimbo @angelltheninth @redr0sewrites @rubra-wav @writingdisposal @ohbother2)

#im gonna be so fr I just got done crying bc I'm most likely gonna be able to go on T after 5 yrs of being out #then I saw this #and started fucking crying again #happy crying #im a wet cat of a man rn good lord #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #thank you sm really really 🙏 #⟡ .Rambles

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Was thinking abt it and decided I'll be opening reqs up again for a couple of days 👍

Requests are open

(Guidelines for when open)

PSA

- If you send requests that are super vague, I'm probably gonna take creative liberties with it. I'm not a mind reader, so if you want specific stuff, you've gotta ask for it specifically.

- Requests can be SFW or NSFW. [[ NSFW requests are 18+ only. ]]

- I try to keep things as gn reader as possible, but if it is smut wherein I describe reader, I'll usually gravitate to AFAB bio reader. If it's requested, though, I will write explicitly for fem reader, masc reader or NSFW with an AMAB reader.

- Fic requests will take longer to answer than general hc requests. Also, I will not do fic requests with multiple characters as the MC in individual prompts - that would take wayyyyy too long.

- H/C requests with multiple characters will take longer as well, and the more characters there are, the less detail there will be (generally)

- Please specify which character(s) you'd like included within reqs!

- Only 10 charas at most can be fit per post due to image limit!- I'll make part 2's including more than that if the req includes more, it'll take longer for that, though.

Characters who I write for:

The general hotel cast

Vox (PLEASE/HJ)

Lucifer

Rosie

Requests off of this list are fine as well, though (as long as they aren't on the below list).

Things I won't write/characters I won't write

(will be updated when I think of more down the line)

- Noncon sex/ rape (as in fics explicitly describing it/ sexualising/romanticising it. I will probably be touching upon it in a way that's respectful at points with Angel though)

- Content including in-depth mention of stuff like s-icide (u)

- Anything with underaged characters

NSFW or romantic content for Alastor (platonic only)

Valentino - not romanticised at least

I won't write Angel Dust NSFW or romantic content with a fem reader - platonic is fine, but I will ONLY ever write rom or nsfw content for Angel with the intent of reader being male and male only

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie x reader #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x you

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"Falling Through The Cracks" - Hazbin Hotel x Reader fic masterlist

Synopsis: After being chased by an unknown stalker on the way home, a human reader falls through a portal into hell. Chaos ensues as they are found by Charlie and Vaggie, and are now considered a crucial part of the Hazbin Hotel project.

Watch as the members of the hotel attempt to keep you pure enough to enter heaven within the terrible influence of the hellish landscape now surrounding you. Will your steadily fraying moral compass prevent your ascent to heaven, or against all odds, will their attempts work?

Cw: gn!reader, general Hazbin themes (gore, suggestive stuff, etc), platonic, reader gets progressively more unhinged as the story goes, will be angsty in parts

{ Prologue : The price of Overtime }

{ Part 2 : --- }

{ Part 3 : --- }

{ Part 4 : --- }

{ Part 5 : --- }

...

A/N This was the milestone fic I was teasing. Tysm for 300 followers on here 💛

If you'd like to be tagged when I update I'll make a taglist too

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x you #Falling Through The Cracks fic

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How it feels when my brain finally gives me the hyperfixation juice to actually write a lot in one sitting again

Part one of the new fic should be up tomorrow, hopefully 🙏. I'm excited asf to write this concept. I'm thinking of certain scenarios and HSBSH. The masterlist for it is going up tonight.

I will probably open reqs soon, and depending on what I get, I may include them into chapters in this new fic rather than writing them as just oneshots

Needa finally complete part three of WSB tho- sorry that's been on hold forever atp 🗿

#⟡ .Rambles #⟡ .updates

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Hiiii I love your little banners. Can I use them in my own fic?

Yeah, you can. Just please credit me in the A/N / notes section of the post 💛

#I've gotten this question a few times so I may just put it in my pinned #⟡ .wav answers

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Being the worst together for decades. Obsessed with vintage VoxVal. Edit: Just to clarify, I used a reference from the show for these designs, they are not my creation! All credit for the designs goes to the character and prop designers for that photo on Val's desk in episode 2. Do not copy, edit, re-post, steal, or otherwise use my art without permission. NO AI.

#I literally love this Vox Design so fuckin muchhh #ik its most likely red but idgaf. need other colours than red istg #⟡ .Faves

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"Both Sides Of Silence" - Radiosilence fic

Word count: 3.5k

A/N I made a rant abt this (here)and decided to write it and ended up getting swept up in it haha.

This is my personal headcanon on how Alastor reacted when his friendship with Vox ended

Cw: SFW, angst

The state of Alastor's room was horrendous. The radio host's quarters could normally be described as rather unnerving due to their decor, however the space now looked like a downright horror show.

It was as if a storm had raged within with furniture overturned and scratched up, vases and photo frames broken - all of this leaving a hazardous mixture of glass fragments, splinters and lounge stuffing strewn everywhere.

In the middle of the mess, said demon’s form crumpled against the floor. Alastor's claws gripped at his hair, pulling hard upon it as he shook with heaving breaths, a mixture of despair and boiling rage inside of him, making him even more volatile than usual.

The object of his plight's photo sat before him. An unwanted reminder of the first time he and his former friend met.

Allowing Vox to take a photo with him had been an olive branch he reached out to the other demon, rarely offered outside of special circumstances.

Seeing it now stung him deep, bringing inner turmoil unlike anything the cannibalistic overlord had felt in a long long time.

An actual, real bond with someone had become an estranged concept to him during his time in hell. After his mother died, he'd severed every last attachment to anyone else, only really playing into superficial, shallow attachments to others. Nothing that couldn't easily be brushed off.

Or at least, he thought he had.

The snapped cord of his friendship with the TV demon truly cut him deep in a way that he thought was not possible.

The fact of the matter filled him with such visceral self-disgust that he fought the need to dry heave as his claws sank into his scalp in an attempt to ground himself. It inevitably failed as his mind once again revisited the damned situation that had unfolded just hours before for the umpteenth time that night.

-

A friendly get-together with Vox, just a drink at a quiet bar they often met at when they had time to do so just like any other.

Through the whole night the TV demon had seemed as if he had been stressed about something. They conversed as usual, backed by soft jazz music in the cozy wooden interior of the joint, however it was obvious to Alastor that his companion was out of sorts.

Vox's blue claws fidgeted from where he gripped at his drink - a nervous tell which Alastor had long ago picked up from his first meetings with him in the old days - his shoulders hunched in the orange turtleneck sweater he wore.

“You have been shaking like a leaf this whole time. What seems to be the matter, my friend?” Alastor asked after taking a sip of his whiskey, gently tilting the glass back and forth causing the amber liquid to swish around.

His red eyes looked to the side at the other demon with a casual half-lidded stare, drinking in every small reaction the TV demon gave with a finely tuned expertise despite his exterior.

Vox visibly flinched, caught off guard by the sudden call to his behaviour. His CRT head coyly tilted in Alastor's direction, small pupils looking to the side at him and shoulders hunching further and making himself even smaller where he sat as if in an attempt to give himself more security.

A rather peculiar response. Not something unexpected to the deer demon at all however, Vox's unique responses and attitude was something Alastor quite enjoyed about him, it was what made him interesting.

“It's nothing. Well not yet at least..” Vox mumbled quietly, trailing off vaguely. Alastor hummed curiously while quirking a brow. Vox flushed nervously, his heart rate picking up.

Vox had long since discovered his feelings for Alastor but had stayed quiet in fear that it would ruin their friendship. In the beginning, he was content with that, just letting their relationship stay how it always had been - purely platonic. That was the safe option.

It just grew more intrusive the longer he didn't say anything though.

Alastor didn't like to be touched, but was far too content in getting in others’ personal space if it was on his own terms - including Vox’s own. Every time his shoulders or arms or god forbid face were touched briefly by the deer it sent his heart aflutter and he could barely keep himself together.

Even the memory of the last time almost sent him sparking. When he thought of those red eyes looking down at him, claws on either side of his face, he knew that he would surely burn himself up if he didn't finally say something. It was agony to stay silent.

What was the worst that could happen? A rejection? It wasn't like that would end everything they had worked for. In his mind, he knew Alastor enough to surely say he wouldn't up and leave him over this. They'd known each other too long for all of that to be ruined by this... Right?

Alastor watched Vox’s internal strife with amused curiosity as he casually fidgeted with the lip of his glass, waiting expectantly.

Vox cleared his throat, straightening up and trying to put on a confident and sure face. “Alastor, we have known each other for years now. And.. I'd argue to say that we are quite good pals at this point,” Vox began strongly, grinning at Alastor. His grin faltered a bit and his cheeks flushed as he watched the radio demon's eyebrow only raise even further. Vox coughed into his hand. “I would also argue that we would work well together as more than just.. friends… who occasionally work together as purely business partners.” Vox finished, looking at Alastor and trying to find some kind of reassurance.

He didn't find any.

Alastor's ear twitched slightly as if he was trying to better process what he'd just heard. He felt a stab of unsureness that mixed with his stomach dropping inside of him. He didn't show it yet however and instead laughed. “Apologies darling! I'm not quite sure I follow. Are you asking to become permanent business partners?” He hoped that was what he was on about, and not the alternative which had his hackles rising.

Vox gulped, taking the question as genuine confusion about his rather vague choice of words. “N-not quite just that.. listen.. I,” Vox glanced at Alastor's other hand unoccupied by his drink just resting on the bar and tentatively reached out his hand to gently take it in his own. “Alastor, I don't want to just be business partners. I want to be partners in general. I'm in.. Jesus,” Vox gulped, trying to will his mouth to stop being so damn dry. “...I'm in love with you.” Vox’s brow furrowed as he gently squeezed Alastor’s hand in his, looking up at him with a soft expression, vulnerable in a way Vox would normally have squashed instantaneously.

Alastor’s eyes blew open wide making him ironically resemble a deer in headlights, lip curling as he processed the interaction and confession. His usually wide pupils shrunk as he looked down at his palm in Vox’s, utter disgust rocking through him at the sight.

Vox felt his heart break at the way Alastor was looking at him holding his hand, and awkwardly laughed in an attempt to fight the pit of absolute mortification consuming him, making him want to melt into the ground and disappear.

“I- s-sorry I just thought you may have understood. Maybe even felt the same- I mean we've known each other so long and have been close for-” Vox began to say, voice glitching out with heavy emotion. He flinched hard, silenced as Alastor suddenly ripped his hand away hard in contrast to his soft hold.

“No.” Alastor sharply, turning his nose up at Vox with a sneer, irritation filling him at the assumption.

Vox's humiliation at the nature of his rejection grew as Alastor quite literally looked down upon him. “right… sorry. I should have known,” Vox apologised, looking to the side with his cheeks burning under the weight of his gaze. “We have been close so long that I should have known better-” He was cut off by a cold bark of laughter.

“Stop saying that,” Alastor’s anger raised quickly, loud, angry static seeping through his usual facquade of uncaring. “If you think that you know me that way, then you severely overestimate your worth to me, my ‘friend’.”

Alastor was disgusted enough by the declaration, but his insistence that they were ‘close’ was what got under his skin the most. The reason for this? He couldn't quite grasp it at that exact moment. It would of course come later.

Vox let out a laugh this time, disbelief turning into him being more angrier than anything - a laughably similar response to the one Alastor was having simultaneously. “Oh you have to be kidding me! Don't act like we aren't best friends just because you don't like that I have feelings for you, you pompous old-timey radio fuck! We are close friends and you know damn fucking we-”

“No,” Vox felt the statement in every part of himself, it finally being the thing to break his steadily cracking heart into pieces. Vox fell silent, a look of struck anguish written all over his face.“You serve as occasional entertainment for me from your hollow, far lesser medium. Don't you dare act like we were, would be or even could ever be equals.” Alastor spat, rising from his seat.

Vox didn't even react to the insult to his work, feeling all encompassing numbness as the lights overhead flashed once, then twice, then clicked off as Alastor began to grow in size, more substantial antlers growing from his head and flashing green symbols surrounding him threateningly.

The TV demon shook, frozen in place on the bar stool, eyes wide and terrified despite the pervasive feeling of emptiness within him, blue pupils impossibly small as he looked into the rapidly spinning dials in his former best friend's eyes.

Alastor hunched over him and slowly raised his claws to grip either one of Vox's shoulders hard, digging into his turtleneck and skin below painfully, causing the TV demon to wince.

Alastor lowered his face, moving it close to Vox's screen and breathing out deeply, relishing in the way Vox shuddered at his hot breath fanning across his face with a grin that did not reflect his tone or true expression in the slightest.

Alastor then proceeded to stomp upon the shards of years of friendship seemingly with no care at all in one last statement, which brought tears to the already mentally crushed TV demon's eyes.

“You are nothing to me.”

-

But that wasn't true at all.

Alastor had disappeared in a flourish afterwards, leaving Vox shaking and alone in the bar, stalking home, and then absolutely losing his mind in private.

Alastor’s hands shook, slowly ripping through his hair and pulling out a few strands as he snapped back to reality and grit his teeth, lips twitching out of his perfect, unwavering grin for a second again as he looked at the smiling image of them together.

The truth was that he undeniably cared for Vox.

All these hollow, surface-level friendships which served as temporary entertainment that he held with demons like Mimzy paled in comparison to what they had.

Although still seldom, Alastor had shared much more of the truth with him than he had with others; about the same as with Rosie. The difference of course being their public rivalry unlike with Rosie. More even ground in which they were equal threats to one-another's power over the people of pentagram city.

He shuddered at the thought.

They were rivals, and with horror, he realised that he almost did regard Vox as his equal in their friendship. Enough to form a genuine care for him that wasn't solely him simply using Vox to meet his own ends.

They were close, and the fact of that hit him in a terrifying way as his old friend's absence burned an empty pit within him.

He was such an utter fool for letting it get to this point where he needed to destroy every last tie to stay powerful but simply couldn't.

His hands shook as he looked down at the photograph taunting him once again; him knowing he had to destroy it but not being able to.

Shameful weakness.

Alastor let out a frustrated growl, squeezing his eyes shut as he gripped at the photograph and ripped it down the middle.

He slammed either half of the photo on the floor in either hand, looking at the damage done. A literal physical manifestation of the relationship he'd metaphorically ripped down the middle.

Alastor would scoff at the symbolism normally with laughter, thinking it a stupid display of weakness of those far lesser then he if there weren't currently tears falling from his eyes onto the patch of wooden floor in between where either half of the photograph now sat apart.

He grit his teeth at the realisation that he was crying. For the first time since his mother died, he was actually weeping for another. The revelation curled as nauseating disgust for the demon, and he cursed the TV demon more than anything for making him this weak. Weak like him.

He needed to sever ties.

He needed to stop caring.

He needed to erase the TV demon from his life completely.

He knew all of that and yet…

Alastor laughed now - a sound without a lick of sanity behind it-, smiling as he gripped the half of the photo with Vox on it, falling back onto the floor and holding up the torn photo, looking up at it in the dim light of his room

The wooden floor uncomfortably dug into his back, but he didn't care at all. Alastor's laughing slowly died out, turning instead into a sound much like breathless sobbing.

“You will pay for doing this to me.” Alastor's red eyes shook, fluttering between his normal pupils and the dials as he regarded his next action with shaky euphoria, the emotion stretching itself over the logical side of himself screaming to let it go.

Alastor's anger of also being caught up in the silence he was supposed to have control over won over all rational decision making.

I will make sure that you need me just as much as I need you, you new-age trash.

Alastor's lips quivered around his wide grin as he gave a chuckle that was all too forced, pressing the back of his hand across his eyes and wiping away his tears, internally squashing his insecurity down and pretending he didn't care.

Even if he knew he did deep down, all that mattered was that onlookers, and especially Vox, didn't see that.

He would remain unbothered externally while locking the truth up deep inside that in the end the radio demon would be just as obsessed with Vox as he is with him.

-

After a long night of drowning his sorrows, the last thing Vox wanted was to answer the front door and face anybody. He of course, did anyways. If it was a business opportunity, it would hardly be wise to skip out on it. Especially after…

Vox shook his head with a hissing breath, trying to will the memory of the walk of shame he'd done away after apologising to the bartender who'd come out from behind the bar finally after Alastor had gone berserk for the disturbance.

Despite his picture perfect expression that never really fully dulled in the same way others experienced - the perks to having a TV for a head - it was clear that he was still struggling by the way he slumped and his brow was furrowed, eyes squinted; open just a crack to try avoid the thudding stabs of pain through his head with the hangover he was nursing.

It was bullshit to him that even with a flatscreen for a face, he still could manage to get hungover.

The tile floor of his tower, which he had bought recently, clicked under the heels of his shoes, dim fluorescent lights painting everything in a sickly, lifeless glow. It only sought to make his mood even worse.

He grumbled to himself as he reached the door finally, dodging all the unpacked boxes as he went and forcing himself to smile before swinging the heavy door open to greet whoever was there.

Dreams of new business partners and an underlying, pitiful hope that it could even be Alastor coming to apologise or pretend like nothing happened yesterday like after their usual arguments were immediately squashed as he was revealed nothing behind it.

Just the barely inhabited entertainment district he had been working on for a little while now. On the other side of the street a line of TV's, each with a monochrome display playing an ad for a cereal he had gotten a sponsorship with blared monotonously behind their glass displays.

It was clear none of the few people staring blankly at the screens had rung the bell so he could hear the door all the way in his room.

Vox's smile dropped and he then blankly stared into the empty air, tired eyes squinting as he deeply exhaled. He'd kill whatever asshole had rung and run for messing with him on the cameras positioned everywhere later, maybe that would lift his spirits a little bit.

He shut the large glass doors, once again locking them. As he did so, a piece of paper fell to the ground; formerly suspended in the door jam and dislodged by its movement.

Vox watched it flutter to the obnoxiously white tiles of the floor with a raised brow. He could see it was torn, seemingly a face-down picture of some kind from the different colour peaking through from the back under the lights.

“What on...” Vox said, unamused as he leaned down to pick it up.

Another cold wave of sadness that he thought he had numbed out already after last night swept over him as realised it was the first photo that he and Alastor had ever taken together - ripped down the middle so that Alastor was clearly present, a bit of his own face visible in the corner.

Vox’s screen glitched into a line of broken pixels, blurring his quickly souring expression as he realised that Alastor had just been here to deliver half of the photo.

He had been here and left wordlessly. So it really was over. His clawed hands shook as he pressed one against the wall of the entrance hall to steady himself, squinting his eyes shut.

His head spun; a dizzying mixture of his hangover, the overbearing lights all around him, and the god awful feelings of self-hatred, tiredness, heartbreak, and worst of all betrayal all mixing together. The fact that this is how their years of friendship had ended was a crushing weight on his shoulders. It was ridiculous.

In that moment as he had finally decided to confess he swore that they would still stay together even if it wasn't as lovers. That even if Alastor rejected his feelings, they would still maintain their friendship.

He was wrong, of course.

Him keeping his silence had hurt before, but it rang far more now he was all alone.

Vox’s eyes cracked open again despite the way his headache protested, looking back to his other hand which still held the torn photo delicately to avoid any further damage to it.

His blue pupils passively drank in the image of Alastor's smiling face again.

It was all ridiculous.

A screeching sound rang out in the entry room, echoing in an unnerving way through the mostly empty building as his claws dug into the wall he was leaning against, raking deep nail marks into the plaster as just about the most potent wave of anger he thought he had probably felt ever swept itself over every other conflicting emotion inside of him.

He had given so much to that asshole. His time, his dreams, and worst of all his secrets.

All of these were treated like nothing in Alastor's hands.

He was treated like nothing.

Alastor even said it; Vox was nothing to him. Nothing but a past-time.

'Occasional entertainment'

Vox’s chest clenched with burning anger at the insult to how much he was worth as a demon. He was worth far more than most of the pathetic low-lives in this city. Heck, all of them.

He was too good for Alastor even, and yet that snobby hazbin radio announcer had the audacity to treat him in such a way?

Ah yes, the delusionally grandiose rug over his kicked-in ego. A bitter thought which tugged at the back of his mind but got inevitably drowned out by everything else.

The lights overhead hummed louder and louder with the passing seconds.

He let out a growl that petered off into a yell interrupted by glitches, air filled with crackling electricity coming off of him in waves the longer he dwelled upon the state of everything.

-

From down the street, Alastor let out a satisfied chuckle as he saw the lights within Vox's tower flickering aggressively.

The deed was done, and although some pathetic part of him weakly protested, it was crushed where it stood. He turned on his heel, arms folded behind his back while he strided in the opposite direction.

He made his bed and now he had to lie in it.

His eye twitched slightly as a stab of regret once again made itself known.

As cold as it was.

Damn did my ass get carried away writing this one haha

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