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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 2

*Hey guys, we're back with another episode! This is published on March 2, 2024. If you guys like the episode/chapter, don't be afraid to leave hearts, reblogs, and comment! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Vulgar language and sexual tension. Enjoy!*

Episode Two: The Lost Girl

The little spider girl hasn’t talked since Charlie and Vaggie took her in the night before.

Vaggie managed to bandage the little girl’s injury on her left leg last night. The little girl sleeps on the bed in the plain room of the hotel, who is under the watchful eye of Charlie.

Vaggie notices to Charlie having bags under her eyes from staying up all night. “Babe?”

Charlie snaps out of her thoughts, noticing her girlfriend. “Morning.”

Vaggie looks to see the spider girl asleep in the sheets. “You know that’s creepy to watch her.”

“I know. I know. I’m a little scared since last night. I hope she’s okay.”

“She will be, babe. We’ll just have to find her parents,” Vaggie reassures. “C’mon.”

Vaggie leads Charlie out of the child’s bedroom, unaware that the little spider has been awake the entire time. She gets up from her bed and hurries out of her room, watching the two lesbians walking down the hallway in determination to search for her parents.

The little girl spider hugs herself and hurries to Vaggie and Charlie before they reach the stairs.

Both of the women notice the little spider girl looking up at them with sparkling eyes.

“Yes?” Vaggie asks in concern.

She rubs her other arms nervously.

Charlie crouches down to reach her eye level. “Don’t worry, little one. We’ll find your parents in no time.”

“T-They’re dead,” she utters.

“Oh shit,” Vaggie gasps in shock.

“Language,” Charlie replies while covering the little girl’s ears so that she won’t hear another curse word like a protective mother. “We have a little girl in the hotel now.”

“Should we introduce her to the others? Just so they can keep her company while we’re running a hotel?” Vaggie asks.

“Wait,” Charlie responds and looks at the little girl. “Are you sure that your parents are dead?”

The little girl nods her head.

“I guess that makes her an orphan,” Vaggie says with a sad tone.

Charlie gasps excitedly as if an idea hits her, her red eyes sparkling. “LET’S ADOPT HER!!”

“Wait, what?”

“Why not? She lost her parents. Maybe we can be her parents for her!”

“Uh, Charlie, are you aware of how it is to be, you know, a parent? We’re not even married--”

“We can be,” Charlie says with a cheeky smirk. She glances at the spider girl. “What d’ya say, little one? Are you okay with us adopting you?”

The little spider girl is mute for a moment and then nods with a soft smile.

Vaggie notices a slight hesitation of the spider girl and adds. “If you don’t want to, our feelings won’t be hurt.”

“You seem nice,” the little girl finally says.

Charlie squeals happily. “Awww! Thank you. Ooh, I can’t wait to tell Dad that he has an adopted granddaughter--”

“Whoa, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, babe,” Vaggie reminds her girlfriend. “We haven’t had a name for her--”

“Bella,” the little girl responds.

“What?” Charlie and Vaggie questions.

“My name is Bella,” Bella, the little girl spider, introduces herself. She appears a bit more relax around the women.

“That’s a pretty name,” Charlie responds while noticing Bella’s dirty hair. “Hey, why don’t we get you clean up? We can do your hair and make it all pretty and cute like you. And then we can find you a pretty dress for you to wear.”

Bella widens her eyes, trembling from the tears coming out of her eyes.

“Uh, I think you’re overwhelming her, babe,” Vaggie responds.

“Oh! We can also decorate your new room, and you can decorate it however you want! We’ll find you something that you’ll like in the city. How does that all sound?”

Charlie notices too late that Bella is sniffling.

“Uh, I think you’re freaking her out,” Vaggie replies, but she doesn’t expect Bella to hug Charlie tightly.

“Oh,” Charlie utters in surprise.

“Thank you,” Bella croaks.

“Aww, it’s no problem,” Charlie coos, lifting Bella up to give her a bear hug.

Bella has her eyes widen like she didn’t expect this kind of reciprocation. But she smiles and hugs, ready to cry in happiness.

Vaggie notices this, realizing that maybe Bella has been through more hell before they found her than they realize. But it doesn’t matter since Vaggie joins to hug her girlfriend and her new potential daughter.

“So, how about we get you cleaned up first and then we’ll figure out further after the bath?” Vaggie asks.

“That sounds good,” Bella replies, still attach to Charlie like a lifeline.

Charlie carries Bella with Vaggie following them to the bathroom to give Bella a bath.

~.~

After the bath, Vaggie is brushing Bella’s blonde curls while Charlie goes out to buy more dresses for her. Bella is wearing a bathrobe and sitting on the bed with Vaggie.

There is an awkward silence between them as Vaggie smiles and clears her throat.

“So, uh, what do you like to do?” Vaggie ignites the conversation.

Bella is silent for a moment until she answers, “I like playing the violin.”

“Oh damn, really?” Vaggie responds with a fascinated gaze.

She nods. “It’s probably stupid.”

“Stupid? Hell no. That’s a talent. You know, you can put in some tunes for the hotel if you want to, that is. You don’t have to--”

“I, uh, lost my violin a long time ago,” Bella utters sadly.

Vaggie shrugs. “Eh, we’ll buy you a new one if you want one.”

Bella smiles softly. “O-Okay. Are you sure? I don’t want to burden anyone.”

Vaggie frowns and tilts her head. She thinks about what Bella says about her dead parents...or are the parents really dead?

“You’re not a burden,” Vaggie reassures Bella. “What makes you think that?”

Bella looks away. “Nothing.”

Vaggie now knows that something is up with Bella. But she holds her tongue and keeps brushing her hair. A small smile corners her face as she leans back.

“Alright, I think we’re done,” Vaggie says.

Bella feels her golden locks, the smooth textures run through her fingers.

“I’m back!” Charlie pokes her head into the room just in time, having a bunch of gift bags from different shops around the city.

“Whoa, babe, how much did you buy?” Vaggie gasps in shock.

“Lots and lots of pretty dresses!” Charlie replies excitedly. She looks at Bella. “I got you a bunch of dresses for you to try out.”

Bella brightly smiles. “Really?”

“Yep!” Charlie chirps.

An idea comes into Vaggie’s head as it gives Vaggie a small smile. “We can also do a bit of a make-over too. What do you think?”

Bella smiles even wider, her eyes sparkling. “Really?!”

“Really really,” Vaggie responds with a smile.

Bella nods excitedly.

“Perfect! Let’s go!” Charlie responds, an upbeat music. She starts to sing brightly.

“Look at you, Bella.

With a bit make-over, you’ll be the prettiest girl in Hell.”

Vaggie sings next with a smile.

“You are in good hands,

When you got the princess of Hell taking care of you.”

“Aw, babe,” Charlie coos her girlfriend.

Bella sings shyly, rubbing her two arms on her left side.

“Are you sure that you should spend this much for me?”

Charlie croons in response.

“We’re more than sure.

We can be your moms if you’ll have us.

I know that it’s a weird adjustment.

But don’t worry, we won’t force or pressure you.”

Vaggie sings and starts to dance with Bella.

“It’s your choice in the end.

For now, you can stay in this hotel.

Safe and away from the dangers of the city.

Safe and away from the violence.”

Charlie pulls out dresses from the gift bags.

“Anything you desire, we can give you.

Anything you want, we’ll get for you.

We want to make you comfortable.

So, which dress would you like to try on first?”

Bella looks at the endless option of the dresses and spots a purple one with white flower patterns on it.

“Can I pick this one?”

Both Vaggie and Charlie chirps in their tunes.

“Of course!”

Vaggie starts applying a blush around Bella’s cheeks, coloring her pale face.

“We can add a little blush.

Which color eyeshadow would you like to wear?”

Bella chooses the color.

“Can I have a light pink shadow?”

Both Vaggie and Charlie chirps again.

“Of course, sweetheart!”

Charlie sings while setting dresses aside for Bella to try.

“Anything you desire, you choose it.

Anything you want, you can pick it.

Don’t ever worry about burdening us.

We swear that we’ll protect you.”

“From what?” Bella asks innocently.

Vaggie sings with a pretty voice.

“Anything that can hurt you, we swear to kill.

Anything that can kill you, we won’t let them.

I know that it’s been a day,

But I see that you’ve been hurt in the past.”

Bella grins at the ladies.

“Anything I love, it’s worthless?

“No,” Vaggie and Charlie replies simultaneously.

Bella chirps more, getting comfortable around the ladies.

“Anything I care about, it’s weak?”

“No!” Vaggie and Charlie answers simultaneously again.

Bella sings in a pretty voice.

“So, I don’t have to worry, then.

Oh, I don’t have to worry, then.”

“Of course not,” Charlie replies.

The three of them starts to dance in the bedroom. Charlie and Vaggie sing together.

“Anything you want, we’ll try to reach.

Anything you desire, never worry about burdening us.

Don’t worry about asking us, unless it’s going to hurt you.”

Charlie helps Bella getting into the purple dress with black gloves, Bella’s make-up now done with the light pink eyeshadow and light blushes. Vaggie helps putting on a lavender scented perfume.

The three of them starts to sing together.

“Anything we care about, we can reach.

Anything we love, we’ll fight for.

No, there will never be a time where we separate.

No, there will never be a time where we part ways.

‘Cause, no matter, we can do anything we set our sights on.”

As the upbeat music finishes, Bella sings the final verse while looking at the mirror at her new self.

“Anything I can be, I will be.

Anything I can be, I don’t have to fear.”

The music ends with Charlie and Vaggie smiling at Bella’s new look.

“You look so pretty!” Charlie squeals like a high-school girl.

“Really?” Bella gasps with a small smile.

“Oh yeah,” Vaggie responds. “I think you’re ready to meet the other hotel staff.”

“Will they like me?” Bella replies nervously.

“I’m sure they will,” Charlie reassures the child.

“If not, then they will like you eventually. If not eventually, then they’re gonna like you,” Vaggie says while taking out her spear.

Charlie puts her hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “There’s no need for that, babe.” She looks at Bella and adds a pink bow for the final attachment. “Let’s go meet them.”

“Okay,” Bella replies as the women lead her out of her bedroom to meet the others.

~.~

Charlie and Vaggie enters the lounge with Bella in between them, which is noticed by Alastor, Nifty, and Angel Dust.

“Who the fuck is that?” Angel questions with a brow raised.

Charlie covers Bella’s ears. “Language, Angel.”

“Since when do you start policing people’s language?” Angel replies with a sass.

“Since we brought this little girl in, asshole,” Vaggie growls.

“Vaggie,” Charlie scolds for the language.

Alastor steps in between the group. “Now, now, it’s impolite to curse in front of a little lady.” He leans down, yellow teeth smile stretched.

Bella hides behind Charlie’s leg in fear.

Alastor extends his hand with a polite gesture. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, little lady. My name is Alastor, the radio host for the hotel and a friend of Charlie’s.”

Bella glances up at Charlie, who nods in encouragement to shake Alastor’s hand. She shyly shakes Alastor’s hand.

“I-I’m Bella,” she introduces nervously.

“Charmed,” Alastor responds while letting go of her small hand.

Bella smiles shyly until she feels someone lifting her up with a little giggles.

“Whoa, Nifty,” Vaggie calls out to the short cyclops maid twirling Bella around. Vaggie quickly picks Bella out of the maid’s grasp and smiles in reassurance. “That’s Nifty. Don’t worry about her. Eighty percent of the time, she’s safe to be around.”

“Yeah, she’s perfectly harmless,” Charlie adds in reassurance.

Angel approaches beside Charlie. “Where did you find her?”

“She was hiding in the bushes last night with a hellhound bite on her leg,” Charlie explains to the others.

“Sheesh. I hear hellhound bites can crush someone’s bones. She’s lucky to be walking right now,” Angel responds while noticing Bella’s bandaged leg.

They hear a groan and look to the side to find Husk approaching the lounge with bags under his eyes.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Alastor brings up.

Angel swiftly takes Bella from Vaggie’s hands and holds her up in front of Husk. “Look, Husky. We got a new little girl in the hotel.”

Husk blinks in surprise and waves awkwardly.

Bella waves shyly at Husk.

“Her name is Bella,” Vaggie reminds Angel firmly, taking Bella from Angel’s four arms. “She’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

“So, where’s her parents?” Angel questions with a brow raise. “Unless Vaggie can somehow get Charlie pregnant and demon kids can grow in a span of a day, she has to have parents somewhere here.”

“What the fuck, Angel?” Vaggie utters in shock. “Gross! No! Her parents are dead.”

“Ah, that’s a shame,” Alastor says. “Otherwise I can hunt them down and take their fucking life--”

“Okay, that’s enough cursing in front of her,” Charlie snarls at the others.

“How would you know if her parents did anything to her?” Vaggie argues with Alastor.

Bella gasps in shock that Alastor somehow can see through her.

“Look at her. She’s malnourished and she’s got scars everywhere on her,” Alastor states. “And that hellhound bite might be launched at her.”

“You don’t know that,” Charlie utters.

Husk sighs. “I’ll get her food.”

“Thanks, Husk,” Vaggie responds thankfully.

“Mhm,” Husk mutters and walks over to the bar.

Angel frowns at the sight of the tired Husk.

It’s sudden, the wall blow up by the front door, creating a hole. The others switches their gaze to see a pink-haired cyclops going through the hole.

“What’s up, motherfuckers!” she calls out her friends.

Angel brightly grins. “What’s up, bitch!”

Charlie covers Bella’s ears from her friends’ cursing while Vaggie is holding Bella in her arms.

“You know that there’s a front door, right?” Alastor groans while pointing at the front door.

Husk brings out a piece of chocolate cake, putting it in the box and giving it to Bella in Vaggie’s arms. Bella smells the chocolate cake and takes it with her four arms.

“Thank you,” Bella replies sweetly.

Husk nods with a hum.

Bella opens the box and begins eating her chocolate cake, noticed by Charlie and Vaggie.

“It’s been a while, Angie,” the pink-haired cyclops replies. “I know there’s shit that happens in the club last time, but I thought we can catch up like old times. Hopefully that bastard isn’t there.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, Cherri. But, um, I’m trying to stay away from clubs,” Angel responds with a small smile.

Husk forms a proud grin at his ‘drinking buddy’.

“Aw, really?” Cherri replies with a brow arched.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Cherri shrugs. “Alright, your loss.” She notices Bella in Vaggie’s arms. “Aw, is that a little girl? How did she get in?”

“Charlie and Vaggie found her outside of the hotel,” Alastor explains.

“Aww,” Cherri coos. “What’s your name?”

Charlie uncovers Bella’s ears for her to hear Cherri ask her question.

“B-Bella,” Bella introduces nervously.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, girl,” Cherri responds. “The name is Cherri. Like a cherry bomb. Hey, do you like blowing shit up?”

“Uh--”

“Don’t answer that,” Vaggie says while glaring at Cherri. “Are you seriously asking a child if she likes blowing up stuff?”

“What? I’ve seen kids her age blow up shit all the time,” Cherri explains. “It’s not like I’m gonna take her to a club so that she can snort crack.”

“You better not,” Charlie growls, her horns coming out of her head and her eyes turning red with white pupils.

Angel smiles and stands between them. “A-Alright, let’s not start a fight.”

“How about I give little Bella here a tour? I promise I won’t expose her to anything bad,” Cherri replies with her hands up. “Angel and his ‘boyfriend’ here can come along with us for extra protection.”

“Wait, what?” Angel and Husk utters simultaneously.

“Ha! You respond too!” Cherri laughs at Husk, earning an eye-roll from the cat demon.

Bella tilts her head. “Can I go?”

Vaggie clenches her teeth. “Um, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

Charlie smiles with a small shrug. “As long as Angel and Husk are coming with them, I’m sure it’s fine. Besides, Husk seems to be the only one with a level-head.”

“Uh...thanks?” Husk questions the compliment.

Vaggie twists her lips as if she’s still not sure. “Okay, just as long as you guys don’t take her to clubs, Porn Studios, bad areas of town, or Cannibal town. And you bring her right back around supper time. Sooner than that is preferable.”

“Don’t you worry there, Vags,” Angel replies while lifting Bella off of Vaggie’s arms. “She’ll be safe with us.”

“Okay. If I see one fresh scratch on her, I swear I’m going to fucking kill you all,” Vaggie snarls at the others.

“Okay, okay, babe, calm down,” Charlie replies to her girlfriend.

“You can count on us,” Angel reassures the ladies. He places Bella on his shoulders, holding her legs with his top set arms. “So, where would you like to go, kid?”

“I hear that there’s a park that is bigger than any other attractions here. Can we go there?” Bella asks excitedly.

“Of course!” Angel replies happily. “We can’t forget someone--” He whistles.

The group hears oinking noises passing by them and Angel picks up his small pet pig.

“Meet Fat Nuggets,” Angel introduces his pet to Bella.

Bella squeaks in adorableness and holds Fat Nuggets. “He’s so cute!”

“Thank you. Can’t forget to take him out for a walk,” Angel says while putting a leash on him.

“Alright, let’s mosey on out of here!” Cherri responds, leading Angel, Fat Nuggets, Bella, and Husk out of the hotel.

“Be safe!” Charlie calls for them, watching Angel putting a thumbs up in response.

The ladies look on with concerns as Alastor’s sigh.

“I swear, Cherri is gonna destroy the hotel,” Alastor says with a groan.

~.~

Husk sits on the bench while watching Cherri and Angel playing with Bella in the playground. Bella holds Fat Nuggets while going down the slide with him.

Husk huffs up a laugh watching Angel playing with the monkey bars like he’s a kid again.

“Holy fuck, this is high,” Angel says, realizing how high he’s hanging.

With a sigh, he gets up from his seat and goes under Angel.

“Ya need someone to catch you?!” Husk calls to Angel.

Angel glances down and smirks. “You’ll catch me, Husky boy~?”

“Not if you’re gonna talk like that.”

He keeps moving to the other bars. “I’m sure I’ll be okay--” He loses his grip, causing him to yelp. Husk catches Angel, carrying him bridal style.

“Caught ya,” Husk replies with a smirk.

Angel purrs and messes with Husk’s bowtie. “You know, you can be pretty good at sweeping off a man’s feet.”

Husk blushes madly and helps Angel up on his feet. “I just caught ya from fallin’. It ain’t no big deal.”

Husk and Angel shifts their attention to find Bella and Cherri playing hide and seek.

“I’m gonna find ya!” Cherri yells playfully.

Husk huffs up a laugh at Bella. “It looks like it’s been a while since she smiled.”

“Aw, now your superpower of seeing through people is back,” Angel responds with a smirk.

“My superpowers are those tentacles I can summon,” Husk says with a chuckle.

“Still kinky.”

“Not in front of the kid.”

“Aw, c’mon, she ain’t gonna hear,” Angel flirts with him.

“You’re fucking weird,” Husk says with a playful grin.

“You know, you love me, baby,” Angel responds with a flirty grin.

Husk rolls his eyes jokingly. “Nope, I don’t. You’re just my drinking buddy, remember?”

Angel huffs up a laugh and cups Husk’s chin to get him to look up at him while whispering into his ear. “I’m starting to think I’m more than that to you.”

Husk’s heart starts to pound in his chest, his face turning more and more red.

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Husk responds, trying to appear gruff.

“Make me, baby,” Angel replies teasingly.

“Uh, what are you guys doing?” Bella’s voice interrupts their moment of flirting.

They break away from each other and looks at Bella, holding Fat Nuggets in her arms.

Cherri leans on Bella’s head and whispers. “Ooh, they’re flirting with each other.”

“No, we’re not,” Husk says in denial, his whole face turning deeper red.

Angel blushes too and chuckles. “I was just teasing Husky.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Cherri says with a smirk.

“Fuck you, bitch,” Angel jokes, grinning.

Cherri flips up her middle finger with a playful tongue sticking out.

“I don’t think we should curse in front of the child,” Husk says, reminding both of the adults that there is a child around them.

“Ah, right, we still gotta act like responsible adults around the kid--wait, where is she?” Cherri looks around for Bella, who wasn’t beside her.

“Bella?” Angel calls in concern. “Fat Nuggets!”

Husk glances everywhere in the playground. “They’re probably at the other side. C’mon.”

The three adults hurry to find Bella.

~.~

Bella giggles while exploring through the playground, holding Fat Nuggets in her bottom set of arms. However, she hears music that attracts her attention outside of the playground. She explores the playground and watches an unfamiliar bat girl on the sidewalk with a microphone to sing.

“Watch your mouth or I’ll have it sealed shut!

Follow the narrow path by keeping your sights straight!

Children now clones of their parent’s mistakes in society!

Suicides and overdoses are quite common down here!

Bringing the dead closer and closer to the lake of fire!”

Bella blinks in surprise at the rock music with the other demons dancing to the rock music outside. The bat girl continues.

“Hail to the Light!

Otherwise the gates will close!

Hail to the Light!

Otherwise you’ll be stuck down here!”

Bella smiles and nods her head to the beat while the bat girl continues.

“Watch your tongue or I’ll have it cut off!

Wide destructive path now widens more!

Take your eye out and pull your ear out,

If they cause you to stumble in the dirt!”

The bat girl jumps from her own music, her wings flapping.

“Hail to the Light!

Otherwise you’ll be left in the dark!

Hail to the Light!

Otherwise you’ll be lost down here!”

“There she is!” Someone calls as the bat girl turns her head to find the other demon gang, stopping the music.

“Give us our pay!” the other demon barks.

“Shit,” the young bat girl mutters and hurries away from the stage.

Bella blinks in concern for the bat girl and runs after her. She follows the bat girl into the alleyway, not aware she’s blending in to the wall until she pulls Bella into her wings.

“Be quiet,” the bat girl shushes her.

They listen to the footsteps going by them until they fade away. The bat girl opens one wing to see that the coast is clear. She lets Bella out of her hold.

“You sing beautifully,” Bella compliments.

The bat girl snorts. “I just made up the song based on that hotel that deals with rehabilitating sinners.”

“It’s still pretty.”

“Who are you? Haven’t seen you around here before,” the bat girl asks, examining Bella.

“B-Bella,” Bella introduces nervously, holding Fat Nuggets close to her chest.

The bat girl grabs one of Bella’s top hands and shakes it. “Nora.”

“Wow,” Bella utters before shaking her head. “I mean, it’s nice to meet you, Nora.”

“Thanks,” Nora replies, letting go of her hand.

“How did you get in trouble with the demon gang?”

Nora shrugs. “Eh, I owed them money.”

“But you didn’t pay them?”

“Couldn’t pay them back. I would if I can. How about you, new face? Have you been in the city before?”

“Eh...sort of.”

“How about I give you a tour around the city? Show you all the nooks and crannies of getting into places,” Nora replies with her hand extending.

Bella frowns. “I think my other friends are looking for me by now.”

Nora smiles. “I’ll bring you back to your friends. Promise.”

Bella grins back and grabs Nora’s extended hand. “Sure. As long as I can go back to them.”

“Of course, hang tight,” Nora warns before taking off with her wings, causing Bella to scream. Nora lifts her up and carries her bridal style, causing Bella to blush.

Bella wraps her top arms around Nora’s neck while her bottom set of hands wrap around Fat Nuggets.

Nora smirks and flies through the city. “Look down.”

Bella looks down as instructed to see so many sights in the city.

Nora flies through the building, passing by Porn Studios, which catches Bella’s eyes.

“What’s p-porn?” Bella asks.

“It’s just naked people doing overtly sexual things,” Nora explains casually. “I wouldn’t go in there unless you can pour bleach in your eyes.”

Bella giggles at Nora’s joke while they hover over the place called Cannibal Town.

“This is Cannibal Town.”

Bella holds Nora tighter.

“What?”

“I’m not supposed to go there,” Bella answers.

“Unless you don’t get on their bad side, they won’t try to eat you alive,” Nora replies with a smile. “Or you’re Susan who wants to make comments about everything.”

Bella smiles while Nora lifts her up higher. “Whoa!”

“Like the tour in the skies?”

“Y-Yeah. But I’m a bit hungry.”

“Oh, I know the best food place. It’s in the club by the Porn Studios,” Nora informs while going back to the way she came.

“Wait, we’re not old enough to be in the club.”

“Who says we have to be old enough?” Nora replies with a mischievous grin.

~.~

“Where the fuck could she have gone?!” Cherri shouts in frustration, searching at the other side of the playground with Husk and Angel.

“Shit,” Husk mumbles to himself.

“Oh, Vaggie is going to kill us,” Angel utters in fear.

Husk sniffs the scent of lavender perfume. “The fuck?”

“What?” Angel questions Husk. “Are you a hellhound now?”

“No, I think I can smell perfume,” Husk utters, rubbing his head. “I think Charlie puts too much perfume on the child.”

“What the hell?” Angel utters. “You can smell that?”

“I can smell it since I’ve met her this morning. Wait, you can’t?” Husk asks.

“Heh, guess you are a hellhound,” Cherri says with a laugh.

“Uh, no,” Husk responds. “It looks like she went that way.”

The three adults hurry out of the playground following the perfume scent through Cannibal town and around Porn Studios until they reach to the club.

“Shit,” Husk utters.

“What?” Angel asks.

“She’s in there,” Husk responds.

“Oh yeah, Vaggie is going to kill us,” Cherri replies nervously.

“C’mon,” Husk replies as they enter the club.

The music is loud and strippers dance on poles. Angel clenches his teeth, tempted by the crack on the table. He sticks by Husk, holding his hand with one of his hands. Husk notices the touch and realizes Angel is cringing at his surroundings.

“Hey, you can wait outside if you want,” Husk whispers to Angel.

Angel fakes a smile. “I’m fine, Husky. Thanks.”

Cherri notices the familiar bat girl sneaking behind the bar. “That’s not our girl, is it?”

The men glance to the side to find what Cherri is looking at.

“I can smell Bella’s perfume on her,” Husk growls, letting go of Angel’s hand and hurrying towards the girl.

Before Nora can hear Husk coming to her, he grabs her and yanks her out of the bar.

“Where the fuck is she, punk?!” Husk barks.

“What the fuck, old man?!” Nora shouts at Husk.

Bella crawls out from her hiding place behind the bar. “Guys?”

“Bella!” Angel exclaims happily, picking both her and Fat Nuggets. “Don’t you ever leave us like that again!”

“I-I’m sorry,” Bella stutters, wincing at Angel’s loud voice.

Husk notices the way Bella winces when Angel picks her up and shouts because of the music being too loud.

“Are you okay?! Any ouchies or lost body limbs?!” Cherri asks loudly to overcome the noises, checking on Bella.

“N-No. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Bella whimpers.

“Hey, don’t sweat it!” Angel shouts, trying to get his voice above the loud music. “Just don’t run off like that again, alright?!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Bella repeats, which is now noticed by Cherri and Angel.

“Let’s take them both outside!” Cherri suggests loudly to Angel.

Angel nods his head in agreement as the adults hurry outside with Husk carrying Nora with him.

Once they are outside of the club, they hear Bella sniffling and sobbing.

“Hey, we’re outside now,” Angel speaks softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Please, don’t be mad at me,” Bella sniffles.

Husk widens his eyes, still staring at her.

“We’re not mad at you,” Cherri responds. “We’re just scared for ya, girlie. We thought you got kidnapped by some rando or worse.”

“At least you’re in one piece,” Angel replies, getting Bella to look up at him. “It’s okay. Just don’t run off next time, okay?”

“Especially with a punk,” Husk gruffs while looking at Nora with a distrusting glance.

“Put me down, old man,” Nora growls at him.

“Gladly,” Husk says, dropping Nora face-flat on the ground.

“Nora is just a friend,” Bella responds to Husk.

“Aww, you made friends your age already?” Cherri coos happily for Bella.

Nora groans in pain. “I was just giving her the tour around the city.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s supposed to be our job,” Husk grumbles.

“Oh, fuck off,” Nora curses at Husk.

Bella wipes her tears away. “It’s okay, Nora. They’re my other friends that I’ve talked about.”

“Oh shit,” Nora responds. “Are they your parents--?”

“No,” the three adults say simultaneously.

Bella cuddles into Angel with Fat Nuggets in her four arms.

“Hey, I think we got more food at the hotel,” Angel offers. “Let’s--”

Angel feels a phone vibrating in his back pocket. He pulls out the phone and groans at the contact name. Bella reads the contact name.

“Who’s Valentino?” Bella asks innocently.

“Angel’s dick boss,” Cherri growls and looks at Angel. “Do you really have to answer his call?”

“It’s part of the contract. Here, hold her. I’ll be home tonight,” Angel says while giving Bella and Fat Nuggets to Husk to hold.

Husk frowns to watch Angel walking away to answer the call.

“Maybe we can visit Angel at work,” Bella suggests.

“At Porn Studios? Uh, no,” Cherri responds.

“Oh shit, is he a stripper?” Nora gasps in shock.

“Sex worker,” Husk clarifies and gives her a slight glare. “And what about you? Are you lost or something? Or are trying to swindle folks in the streets?”

“Pfft, I ain’t swindling anyone,” Nora says with her arms crossed.

“There’s that little bitch!”

The group turns to find the gang of demons with their guns out.

Husk sets Bella and Fat Nuggets down, shielding them with his wings.

“Are you fucking serious? I thought I lost you guys!” Nora angrily barks.

Husk takes out a set of dice and glances at Nora. “So you do swindle people for a living.”

“Just with my amazing musical talent,” Nora brags, her fists on her hips.

“Then you’re pretty shitty at it,” Husk responds while throwing the dice at the gang, blowing them up.

“I don’t expect you to know anything about gambling and swindling, old man,” Nora growls while Cherri throws another bomb at the other demons coming after them.

“Oh-ho, you don’t even know half the story,” Husk says while throwing his other set of dice, blowing them up.

Bella watches Cherri and Husk fighting the other demon gangs.

“What did you gamble away? Your watch?” Nora says with a snort.

“More than that,” Husk grumbles, managing to scratch the other demons with his claws.

“Wow, that’s totally not specific,” Nora responds with her arms crossed.

“It’s none of your damn business, kid!” Husk barks, managing to kill the other demons.

Once they manage to kill the demons that try to get their pay back from Nora, Husk breathes heavily, ruffling his red feathers on his wings.

Husk throws a glance at Nora. “There, now you don’t have to pay them back. Next time, pay back what you can instead of leaving your debtors hanging.” He walks over to Bella and Fat Nuggets, picking them up in his arms.

Cherri looks at Nora. “Got any place to crash?”

“Not really,” Nora responds.

“Perfect. How about you crash into the hotel?” Cherri offers.

“Anything to get me off the streets,” Nora says while she follows Cherri, Husk, Bella, and Fat Nuggets back to the hotel.

~.~

At supper time, Vaggie paces back and forth in the entrance, which is noticed by Charlie.

“Where the fuck are they?” Vaggie utters worriedly.

“Calm down. I’m sure they’re going to be here by now,” Charlie reassures Vaggie.

“They better not leave any scratches on her or I swear to god--”

“Babe, deep breaths. Deep breaths,” Charlie responds, trying to get her girlfriend to take deep breaths.

Alastor manages to fix the wall with a proud grin. “There, the wall is finally fixed--”

The wall is blown up on the same spot again.

“We’re home, motherfuckers!!” Cherri shouts again.

“Shit,” Alastor grumbles.

Charlie and Vaggie looks up to see Cherri entering the hotel through the hole with Nora by her side. Husk is carrying Bella and Fat Nuggets in his arms, with blood all over his fur.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vaggie shouts at the sight of blood on Husk.

“Before you get angry,” Husk says, putting his hand up. “Bella is fine. We just have to deal with some punks.”

Charlie lifts Bella and Fat Nuggets off of Husk’s arms. “Where’s Angel?”

“He has to work with his dick boss again,” Cherri says with a scoff.

Husk frowns at the thought of Angel. He looks at Alastor, who’s glaring at Cherri for blowing up the wall.

“Great, now I have to fix the wall again,” Alastor replies, snapping his fingers to fix the wall.

“Who’s this?” Charlie asks, noticing Nora.

“Bella made a friend!” Cherri says with a proud tone.

“Nora,” Nora introduces.

Charlie gasps. “Are you an orphan too?”

“Uh, no, I got a family, weirdo,” Nora responds with a gruff.

“You don’t speak like that to the princess of Hell, little lady,” Alastor replies.

Nora widens her eyes. “Oh shit, really?”

“Yeah, really,” Husk adds.

“Where are your parents?” Vaggie asks with a brow arched.

“At home,” Nora responds with her arms crossed.

“Not specific enough,” Husk replies to Nora.

“Oh, now you want to get in my business, old man?” Nora argues.

“You’re trying to get in mine earlier, punk,” Husk responds quickly.

Alastor steps in between Husk and Nora. “Now, now, if Nora wants to crash in the hotel for the night, she can. As long as she behaves.” he says the last sentence darkly.

“That’s a great idea!” Charlie says. “Let’s get you a room for the night!”

Charlie gives Bella and Fat Nuggets to Vaggie and guides Nora to help her find her room for the night, talking non-stop about the history of the hotel.

Once Vaggie walks away with Bella, Husk glances up at Alastor and sighs.

“Something the matter, Husk?” Alastor asks. “It seems like you got a question.”

“I do, actually. Shit.”

“What?”

“Uh, hypothetically, if I were to try to get someone out of the contract, how would I do that?” Husk asks his question.

Alastor tilts his head. “You know you can’t get out of my contract--”

“No, no, I’m talking about getting someone else out of their contract.”

“Ah, you’re talking about getting your sweet, sweet Angel out of the contract he’s in, huh?”

Husk blushes and huffs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Well, I’m no expert on getting someone out of the contract. Val’s got his strings and I got mine,” Alastor responds darkly.

Husk nods in understanding. “Yeah.”

They hear the doors opening, noticing Angel walking in with more bruises and scratches.

“What the fuck?!” Husk shouts and hurries to Angel’s side, catching him as he stumbles on the ground.

Cherri rushes beside Husk. “Did Val do that to you, Ang?”

Angel groans in pain, snuggling up into Husk’s arms.

“That’s it, I’m gonna kill him,” Cherri determines, getting out of her bombs.

Alastor stops her from blowing up the wall again. “We have a front door, you know.”

Vaggie enters the scene with Bella and Fat Nuggets. Fat Nuggets leaps off of Bella’s arms and cuddles into Angel’s loose arms.

“What the hell happened?” Vaggie questions Husk and Angel.

“That motherfucker,” Husk says, clenched teeth in anger. He holds Angel tighter.

“Here, let’s treat his wounds,” Vaggie says while putting Bella down and guides Husk to the lounge.

Bella watches in horror at Angel’s injuries. “Why would someone do this to Angel?”

“People out there are dicks, Bella,” Cherri responds to Bella’s question. “Don’t ever get yourself into contract with the overlords, got it?”

Bella nods in understanding.

The group looks on to watch Vaggie tending to Angel’s wounds on the couch with Husk holding Angel’s hand tightly.

~.~

The satisfaction of punishing Angel has never felt so good. Valentino, the moth in red robe, smokes his red smoke in the Vees Headquarters.

Vox, the TV-head demon, comes into the room. “You know, you’re going to break your toy eventually.”

Val chuckles. “That’s what he gets for having a secret relationship with his little boyfriend. He needs to be punished for it.”

Vox sighs and sits on the couch with Val. “Now, we just wait for Velvette--”

Velvette, the woman wearing the glam in pigtails, walks into the room. “Let’s rule Hell, motherfuckers.”

“Hell yeah,” Vox responds excitedly. “Let’s weaken that fucker, Alastor!”

“Come on, Alastor got his ass kicked by Adam the last time I remember. I’m sure he’s hiding now--”

“He already came back with the daily announcements about this stupid hotel,” Vox grumbles, interrupting Velvette.

Val sighed. “I can barely gain control of Anthony anymore. He wants to spend more time outside with that stupid boyfriend of his. The other day, his boyfriend nearly killed me! I’m going to have to tighten Anthony’s contract.”

Velvette scoffs. “Try to be in the meeting with the other overlords, and you’ll see that they won’t even try to rule Hell and Heaven with us.”

“Wait, we’re going after Heaven too?” Vox questions Velvette, a smirk growing on his face. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

“But we’re going to need help,” Val states. “Maybe if we control everything, maybe I would have better control of Anthony.”

“And I can kick Alastor’s sweet ass!” Vox states as the music starts to build.

Velvette starts to sing.

“What are we doing sitting around here,

When we got the seven rings and the light to take over?

Why don’t we focus on the bigger picture, gentlemen?”

Vox croons in response to her.

“Bigger than kicking Alastor’s ass?”

Velvette responds in a sing-song voice.

“Bigger than that.”

Val asks with his voice singing.

“Bigger than trying to take control of Anthony?”

Velvette smirks while crooning in response.

“C’mon, Val, you got more sex toys to play with!

Now, may I have your attention?

Look at the bigger picture, gentlemen.

Don’t you see that there’s so much to control here?

Hell’s easy since it’s already in a shit-hole.”

“How?” Vox questions.

Velvette starts to dance in front of the men.

“We can influence the entire Pride ring,

With our products, keeping our sales up.

We can beat Alastor.

We can use Angel.

But we can have more than this,

Because Heaven and Hell are ours for the taking!”

There’s a music break as Velvette starts to dance with Val and Vox joining her.

Val sings in his seductive tone.

“I can use every store for porn of Anthony.

I know many people would die to fuck him.”

Vox joins in with a smirk.

“I’m the vision, bitch!

I’m gonna make Alastor wish

He had stayed gone for a while.”

Velvette wraps her arms around their necks.

“Look at the bigger picture.

Heaven and Hell are ours for the taking!

We don’t need other overlords with this mission,

When we have this book that might lead us to greatness!”

Vox and Val gasps, “What?”

“A book? Are you fucking joking?” Vox asks with a brow raised.

Velvette sings firmly.

“Now, look here and see.

There’s a book that will teach us dark magic.

With this book, we can do anything we damn well please.

Look, look, according to the legends,

This book is powerful enough to turn light into darkness.

This book here belongs to the couple known as

Morrigan and Orais.”

“Interesting,” Val says while leaning forward and puffs his red smoke.

“What use do they have?” Vox questions.

Velvette sings with the music playing in the background.

“Morrigan and Orais are the most powerful couple

Since Lucifer’s fall.

They were created from Lucifer’s hands to enact vengeance

On the earth and the light above us.

She’s the whispers driving many to sin.

He’s the .

They want the realms just as much as us.”

Vox starts to sing with a brow arched in his screen face.

“And why do we have no idea who they are?”

Velvette explains through song.

“That’s because The Light has banished them

Into the deeper depths here.

The only way to release them from the chains

Is by reading this book in Latin.”

Val nods to the beat of the music and sings.

“You know, we might have a shot of this.

Now looking at the bigger picture--”

The three V’s start to sing their hearts out with an upbeat music.

“Heaven and Hell are ours for the taking!

With Morrigan and Orais’ book

And Hell’s most powerful couple,

We’ll be taken seriously again!

Alastor’s ass is ours.

Angel is under our strings.

But looking at the bigger picture.

Heaven and Hell will be ours for the taking!”

And Vox sings darkly at the end.

“And no one will get in our way.”

The music ends while the three V’s laugh evilly, lights fading into dark. 

To Be Continued...

#angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #nifty hazbin hotel #the vees #vaggie hazbin hotel #cherri hazbin hotel

[hugenfrueda]

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#i have some hazbin hotel scp crossover ideas #charlie gets tricked into selling herself to the acp foundation theough a hella thicc legal contract she was told wouls grant #protection from the extermination for members of her hotel and she wakes up in a cell in site-19 where they implant a reality anchor into #the area of her shoulder where theres no vital organs/major blood vessels. then using an anomoly that dangerously boosts her abilities to #use magic she firewalks back home to the hotel and falls unconsous afterwards only through sheer force of will. #after ahe recovers (realistic approach to recovery given she has the mini reality anchor) she tricks the vees into thinking shes back at #full strength and going to kill them unless they hand angel dust his contract. she also does this to alastor. timing will be tricky #broken ties with alastor and escaped from the foundation #she joins with the serpents hand. #and she sends alastor vack to where he was before (the neverment) and reaches a deal with the scp foundation.

[0bticeo]

welcome to the show!

summary: vox sends you as a spy to the hazbin hotel. alastor decides to give him a show.

tw: voyeurism, biting, blood play, fingering, valentino mentioned. english isn't my mother tongue.

you're thrown in hell - quite literally. the fall from purgatory and its beasts was long, arduous, and painful.

you've led an ordinary life. woken up. worked. slept. repeatead. same old decaying matter as everything else. you didn't think too much of it, of course not. you were twenty something and rising slowly, steadily in your company as an esteemed lawyer. memento mori didn't ring a bell. maybe it should've.

now you're in hell, and you're burning with sheer, unbridled rage, because how dare they throw you in there? (you're all in hell for a reason. all of you, fangs and bad intentions bare to the world.)

you take up your old job at vox tech. lawyer for a corrupt company. old habits die harder than you do. there, there's the thrill of probing the opposing companies and sinking your fangs into them, corrupt little fox with a too wide smile on your face.

what you gather is this: velvette's sense of fashion involves too much purple, valentino is the embodiment of everything you hate and vox... vox is obsessed with the radio demon. he's disappeared not too long after being asked to join the vees. you'd know, you're the one who wrote the contract he refused to sign. bastard.

could've been fine, really. but they work you to the bone and treat you as little less than a glorified secretary. when valentino throws the cup of coffee you brought him to a board meeting with the other executives of the company, you slam the door on your way out and don't look back.

it goes like this: you've been in hell for a while, and you're done playing the part of the sinner. so you tell charlie morningstar when she greets you at the hazbin hotel.

she accepts you, welcomes you with, out of all things, a song. too much trouble for dear old you.

"nonsense! everyone deserves to be given their rightful importance!"

that one hit close home.

you don't have the time to thank her before she's introducing you to the staff and the rest of the hotel.

vaggie, staring you down with a suspicious eye, fingers itching to reach for her spear. ah. an angel. fascinating.

angel dust. you have to thank him for being here. after you murder him for calling you an enticing little vixen and winking at you.

husker. former overlord. sold his soul to the radio demon in a bad game of poker.

your hair stand at the back of your neck. static crackles in the air. your ear twitches. alastor's entered the game.

"alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure my dear!"

he brings your gloved hand to his lips. even through the thin leather, you can feel the warmth of his breath, the press of his teeth like a warning.

his grin deepens when you introduce yourself in turn. a glimmer of recognition flashes in his eye.

shit.

**

you've always liked to cook. there's something about the glimmering edge of a knife cutting thin slices of meat that appeases you. tonight, you crave some rabbit.

somewhere in the kitchen, the clock ticks the minutes away, time bleeding out. doesn't matter when you have eternity to atone for your sins. 

the watch at your wrist flashes. 2:37. of course, insomnia had to follow you down to hell. it served you at voxtech, back when you were pouring over contracts and meaningless paperwork.

you make your way towards the fridge, hoping to god you'll find something to satiate your appetite.

"ah, feeling peckish my dear?"

you startle.

alastor.

you turn, back facing the counter, resisting the urge to bare your fangs. there he is, slithering out of darkness, a spectre in red. you wonder if it's a reminder of the blood he's shed.

"what do you want?" you snarl.

he laughs, static buzzing in your ears. you blink. when your eyes open, he's inches away from your face, craning your neck towards him - he's tall, that fucker.

"why so aggressive, little vixen?"

his fingers dip down your shoulder, down your arm, until they close on your wrist. his teeth press against the bracelet of your watch, scraping the skin beneath, drawing a drop of blood. the screen glows, a faint blue light in the penumbra of the kitchen.

your breath catches in your throat. he's gorgeous, blue light draped over his hair like threads of moonlight.

he hums, the vibration settling low in your gut.

"i just want a little taste..."

you shiver at that. at the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you, consume you whole. at the way his tongue presses on the cut, lapping at the blood. you tense, biting back a soft, needy little sound.

his leg pushes your thighs apart. you don't realise you've been humping against the warmth of him until his hand settles on your hip, claws digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood.

"behave, little spy."

you laugh at that, baring your throat.

"was it really that obvious?"

he hums, clawed finger trailing down the column of your flesh, pressing against the jugular. he can feel your pulse, staccato little thing beating wildly as you look up at him, lips parted with want.

his smile stretches, impossibly wide.

"vox wouldn't have let his precious little lawyer go." his claws tap against your watch. "and i'd be a fool not to get a taste."

he kisses you. he kisses you, teeth nipping at your mouth until you can feel static against your tongue, until you arch your back against him. you whine, claws digging in his shirt, eager for more. of course, he pulls away. bastard.

"patience, my dear. all good things come to those who wait."

you scoff.

"because seven years and s'more weren't enough?"

a pause. his lips trail down your throat.

"i suppose that's fair."

he bites you, teeth sinking at the junction of your throat and shoulder. you keen, a breathless moan of his name as you feel him grind against you. you shouldn't let this happen. shouldn't revel in the warmth of him, body going limp in his grasp. shouldn't drag his hand towards your aching core, let him press his fingers against your slit and chuckle at how wet you are. you can't let him finger you on the kitchen's counter, can't mewl like a wanton whore.

you do.

you do, his name like a prayer on your lips, hips stuttering, desperate for release. you feel him against you, lapping at your flesh like a starved hound. when he lets you go, there's a spider-web thin string of blood connecting him to your shoulder.

the sight of him takes your breath away.

there he is, eyes half lidded, looking at you. there he is, blood, your blood, dripping down his lips, his chin.

he leans closer, watching you, the way your shiver at his every touch, as his free hand digs in the tender skin of your breast and sinks into the flesh.

oh.

something snaps in you - you're on fire, head thrown back in a silent cry of his name.

on your wrist, the watch flashes blue. alastor grasps your wrist in his hand, bringing it up. it's easy for vox to see you. you, disheveled, red fur a mess of sweat and blood, panting, cheek pressed against alastor's chest. you, nightgown hiked up to your hips. you, legs wrapped around alastor's waist, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder to muffle your moans as he drills his cock into you.

vox groans at the sight, pants growing too tight.

the radio demon smiles.

"hope you enjoyed the show, old pal!"

#obticeo writes #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #alastor smut #hazbin hotel smut #i wrote this instead of sleeping #alastor what are you doing to me my god #stop

[campbell-rose]

Hazbin Hotel Redesign - Nifty

My girl, my baby. I'll be honest, I had so much fun figuring out her colors and a backstory

Niffty died in a hoarder house that she desperately tried to keep clean. I’m trying to go for ‘charlie kelly but he does his job’.  

In the show, Niffty acts like a child. I’m not the only one who got that, right? I saw her and how she acted and thought she couldn’t be any older than 16. I’ve seen on some places (like the hazbin wiki) that she is 22 but like, idk. In my version she died as a teenager. I think making her young helps contextualize how dumb she is, because in the show she really isn’t that bright – in my version she isn’t stupid, she’s a child. Specifically, either 14 or 15 in junior high. She is Japanese and lived in Japan all her life. She’s also from the 1970s instead of 50s. 

I’m assigning sins to each human in hazbin, and Niffty’s sins were Wrath and either Sloth or Lust – subject to change. 

I’m basing what led her to sinning and going to hell off what the show presents, and making Niffty in her human life a, for lack of better term, yandere. She had a crush on lots of boys in her school, but one boy in particular caught her attention. She began to stalk him, collecting things of his like pencils and pens and notes, which escalated to chunks of his hair and pieces of his clothes. She would take photos of him and constantly followed him. Niffty eventually became so obsessed with him, she began plotting to kidnap him and keep him in her basement. She tried but hit a road bump when things didn’t go as planned. She tried to explain what she was doing to him, and confessed her ‘love’, revealing she’d been the one taking his things and stalking him. He is, of course, horrified. Niffty, perceiving this as rejection, attacks and kills him in a fit of rage and hysteria but also sustains multiple stabs in the fight, which she succumbed to. She died in her house, surrounded by trash and roaches. 

Her house was a hoarder house due to her mother’s deteriorating mental health. Niffty is constantly cleaning and hates the filth she lives in. I think if an episode was to show her backstory, the state of the house could reflect her mental decline as her obsession becomes deadly – the roaches and bugs become numerous as she becomes so obsessed with that boy she stops cleaning. 

Now for her design, the spots of what looks like blood make sense – in my version of hell the sinner’s wounds that killed them never heal so those blotches are Niffty’s actual blood from where she was stabbed and that are constantly bleeding. I’ve taken some inspo from oni in her design with the tusks. Her clothes beneath the apron are her school uniform, mainly because I want to show she is a child underneath the cleaning lady job she’s assigned to. In hell, she’s a bug, which she hated in life. 

I’m struggling to fit her and Alastor’s connection in this. She still is under a contract with him, and he basically owns her as he does Husk and – since he’s an overlord – torments her regularly. 

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel niffty

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Omfg I ate that Vox fic up! The one where he hypnotized the reader after a long fight of them nearly being taken from him. Can you do a part 2 please? Like when the reader eventually learns he basically forced them to sign the contract and they find a way to be immune to his hypnosis? He goes absolutely nuts despite literally owning their soul. He's canonically a control freak and seems to even have some yandere traits. I hope I'm not going against your rules! You don't have any posted so I just wanna ask! Thank you for being awesome! :D Don't hesitate to turn down this request. Write what makes you feel comfortable. Just please respond so I and everyone else knows not to make a similar request in the future. Lots of love!

ABSOLUTELY!! I did take this in a slightly different direction, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Lowkey thinking of doing a Vox POV of this later and maybe even a part three...

Vox isn't actually in this much, but I feel a loose actual plot coming together and this is what naturally flowed for me.

I hope y'all are ready for more angst... plus a cliff-hanger <3

More Than Anything Part 2 [Vox x Reader]

Part 1

Part 2.5

"You controlling prick!"

Vox ducked as you threw a pillow at him. Even in your righteous anger, you'd never actually truly try to hurt him, but by god were you pissed.

Despite Vox's obvious disdain for the Hazbin Hotel and its association with Alastor, you visited the hotel occasionally to catch up with your friend Angel Dust and give some much-deserved love to his pet pig Fat Nuggets. It was during one of these visits that you ran into Alastor, who immediately looked at you with disgust in his ever-present smile.

"Really now, my dear," he said as he shook his head in disapproval. "It's already enough of a shame that you have such poor taste in a romantic partner, but to give your soul to him as well? I thought you were smarter than that."

The overlord could see the aura of Vox's ever-annoying electric cords locked around your soul like chains. You'd been confused and his eye twitched with annoyance as he realized what Vox had done to you. To say you were livid after he explained that you'd been tricked was an understatement.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Vox pleaded as you fumed at him in his room. "But you left me no other choice! You weren't listening to me and if I didn't bind your soul, then Satan knows what could have happened to you by now."

"Just because you don't fucking believe in my ability to look out for myself doesn't mean you get to just take my soul!" You screamed with hot, angry tears flowing down your face. You wipe at them, only crying harder at the frustration of the tears you couldn't control in your anger. You felt like they undermined your emotions.

Vox's magic sparked around him as he tried his best not to get angry and start a fight with you. He was terrified and was that much more susceptible to his angry tendencies in moments like these. It took everything in him to try and calm himself, not wanting to push you away further. His heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw you pull a large bag out of the closet and start shoving clothes into it.

"W-Where are you going?" Vox panicked as he crossed the room.

"The hotel," you said with quiet fury, as you stepped away from the closet and went to the nightstand with your personal things on it. "I need some space and it's the one fucking place I know you'd rather die again than follow me to."

"Ŷ̸̪͕o̸̢̿̿ū̷̫ ̶̬͂c̶̺̾͂a̴͒͘͜n̴̫̂̔'̶̡̉t̶͙̝̄͒," Vox said, his voice starting to glitch as his panic increased. "You've heard the news, the extermination is in a week and the angels plan on attacking there first. There's no guarantee they'll keep to the date after how much little miss dumbass pissed off heaven. It's not safe there."

You pull your bag over your shoulder and the look you gave him will haunt him for the rest of his afterlife. "It's safer than here."

It breaks him all the more when you shield your eyes from him and storm past him so he can't hypnotize you into staying. Vox is paralyzed with fear like never before. He wanted to scream, to beg, to stop you from leaving him, but he couldn't do anything as his system glitched so hard it forced him into a reboot. When he came to, he was alone. You were gone.

--

Charlie was more than willing to let you stay at the hotel. The two of you hadn't had the chance to really ever speak before, but she was always friendly when you came to visit Angel, even after you explained to her there was no way you'd be able to become a guest.

In exchange, you were happy to help set up the defenses against the extermination. You got to know all of the other members of the hotel and the work helped you push down the burning ache in your chest.

Vox had been trying to contact you nonstop. You eventually turned off your phone, driven insane by the wall of notifications of him begging you to respond in any way. He knew you were okay for the time being. He was literally connected to your soul. But as the extermination day grew closer, his panic only increased. If it wasn't for Valentino and Velvette holding him back, there were several times he genuinely would have set aside his pride and come to the hotel just to get you.

It was after helping Husk and Cherri put up a particularly tricky barrier with the dwindling supplies that Angel found you taking a break. He passed you a water which you took gratefully as he slid down the wall and joined you on the floor.

"So," he started. "Are we going to ever talk about the reason why you're hiding out here?"

"Do we have to?" You groan, running your fingers through your hair. Despite the smiles and laughter you'd been sharing with your newfound friends as you all prepared for the potential end of it all, the dark circles on your eyes gave away what was lurking underneath.

For as angry as you were at Vox, you missed him. You missed feeling him curl against you in bed. You missed being woken up at unholy hours early in the morning because Vox couldn't start his day without giving you a kiss and telling you how much he loved you. You missed his shitty taste in shows and how he'd collapse into your arms after a long day at work.

Angel sighed, looking at the boarded-up lobby. "Look I may not get it, but you love the guy, right? Are you really content with possibly dying in a couple of days for a cause you're not even a part of, just because you're pissed with him?"

"He stole my soul, Angie" You frown at him.

"And that is fucked up as hell," he agrees. "But I know you and I know there ain't no way in hell you're actually satisfied leaving shit like this."

"I just-," you start before groaning. "How the hell are we supposed to come back from this? I doubt he'd ever void the contract. He's too convinced he's right for that."

Angel sighed, setting his own cup aside. "Honestly toots, you're not gonna like it, but... He kinda has a point."

You whip your head up to look at him and he holds up his hands defensively. "Not saying that stealing your soul was the right call. Believe me, if anyone gets how fucked it is having your soul controlled by a sociopath with a big ego, it's me. But you're not exactly in the safest of places, dollface. Not to mention, you're dating an overlord who's in a trio determined to piss off as many big shots as possible. His mind may not be in the right place, but his heart kinda is."

You take Angel's words to heart and sigh as you bury your face in your arms. "I hate it, but you're right... I just... I don't want to hold him back. I don't want to be the person that needs to be protected. I want to be his equal, not his problem."

"Then tell him that," Angel sighs. His gaze drifts to the bar and smiles fondly. "Someone recently has taught me how important being real with yourself is. It's okay to be flawed. No one got stuck in this shithole cause we were perfect, y'know?"

He nudged you with a grin as he added, "Plus, come on. Can you imagine how many bitches in hell would kill to have a sexy fucker that wants nothing more than to love ya and keep ya safe? I love you toots, but for fucks sake, pick a struggle."

You snort, shaking your head as you lightly swat at his arm. "Fuck you for being right about shit all the time."

"It's one of my best assets," Angel smirked. "Y'know, aside from all the fluff."

You laughed as he puffed up his chest and by the end of the evening, you'd decided to head back. As much as you loved Angel and wanted nothing more than to be by his side as the extermination drew near, he had a point. This wasn't your fight and there was a controlling dumbass that had been blowing up your phone ever since you left that was praying for your return.

After exchanging promises to see each other after the extermination, you left the hotel. You had an idiot to see.

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Oooo part 2 of Aka Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader) was interesting

Loved it a lot 😭

Just imagining how reader would meet Lucifer (yes I'mma add some short king love) for the first time, whether this the ep where everyone meets him for the first time or he's just visiting is undecided.

Anyways she's a smart gal, she creates viruses, diseases, etc.. in order to destroy the human race (now demon and angel race), so she tries to befriend Lucifer

He's powerful, he could be her ticket out of the deal she was tricked into. Plus Alastor hates him so even better.

Whether the wife collector is befriending her from his hatred for Alastor (aka trying to steal his ex wife) or because he actually likes her or not is also undecided

But they become buddies, keeping her little secret while playing Alastor as this horrid creature that coerced her into a deal

She might not understand how deals function, but just like Alastor she'll find a way out of it. She won't let him interrupt her work for years again.

Another bonus of befriending Lucifer is she can try and coerce him into giving her some samples (blood, hair, skin, etc..) It'll help with the virus she's creating, along with seeing if there's any cell differences between fallen angels and normal ones.

A/N I literally love this idea. It is so on brand for her if she was tuned in with the world around her enough to realize her hanging with Lucifer even made Alastor mad. Also, not you calling Lucifer 'the wife collector,' that made me cackle.

Till Death Do Us Part pt. 3 (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader x maybe also Lucifer a little bit if you squint

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Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

Warnings: I am not a woman nor am I in stem (but an enby in history) so pls be kind about the fact that I don't understand science. Angst, abusive/unhealthy relationship, possessive Alastor. It's not love but its certainly something.

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Idle hands are the devil's playthings, wasn't that how the expression went?

It had been a month since that fateful day Y/n had struck a deal with Alastor, tying her to his side once again. She railed against it, fought valiantly, but there was no escaping the constraints of the contract. Never allowed a moment to herself, Y/n's life became a series of involvement in group activities she hated and chastisements from Alastor. She sat at his feet, the collar hanging heavy around her neck as a sort of twisted crown in his eyes. The Radio Demon and his wife, his queen, his prisoner.

She was never allowed out of his sight, Alastor even forcing her to stay in the same room as him, to sleep in the same bed. It was nothing Y/n had any sort of frame of reference for. He had never been like this in life, she had never experienced this sort of metaphorical suffocation. Y/n was adrift, the world a confusing blur around her. Every time she tried to make sense of it, thought she had figured out some small aspect, he changed it all again and left her in a lurch that sent her mind spiraling into unformed chaos.

Even when she managed somehow to stole a spare moment, was able to sneak away to her lab of a room, Alastor found her and dragged her out again. Y/n's continual protests and pleas to be allowed to continue her work, for him to hold up his end of the bargain and deliver her an angel, fell on deaf ears or were merely met with a solitary, fragile 'soon.' For all this time, Y/n had thought Hell to be misrepresented. She had found a true Heaven in Pentagram City, a safe haven, a salve. Now, she knew the true meaning of suffering.

It was different than she had expected. To suffer had always been something physical in her eyes. It had been her victims writhing in pain, it had been the sharp oppression of a world filled with human life. Never had she thought being trapped in her own mind like this could be a curse, rather than a blessed moment of reprieve.

Idle hands are the devil's playthings, wasn't that how the expression went? Y/n's hands were most certainly idle, all she needed was the devil to play with them.

It was just her luck when Lucifer showed up at the hotel, intent on visiting his daughter. Y/n was never the most observant but, since being tricked into selling her soul to Alastor, had become quite wary and watchful of him. It did not escape her notice the way his stance tightened and his eye twitched the minute the King of Hell threw himself through the hotel's double doors and into Charlie's arms.

Y/n watched the interaction carefully from where she sat lazily on the table beside Angel Dust and Sir Pentious. There were exactly three thoughts in her mind. The first was that it was useful to know Alastor hated the man. The second was that Lucifer was standing right before her eyes. He was powerful, maybe powerful enough to get her out of the sticky situation she currently found herself to be in. Not only that, but he was once an angel. This was the most important of the three thoughts, completely eclipsing the other two as soon as they reared their heads. Not quite the real deal but, potentially useful none the less. Getting close to him could mean getting one step closer to her goals. Silently, she slipped down from the table and began to approach the grouping of demons.

With a carful step, she sidled up behind them. Softly, she raised a hand to the back of Lucifer's head, to where his hair peaked out from beneath the edges of his hat. The excitement that rose in her chest was quickly stifled as Lucifer spun around.

"Charlie!" he exclaimed, "Why don't you introduce me to some of your other fr- oh!"

Y/n froze, her hand still raised. She opened her mouth to speak but the words caught in her throat once she caught the glare Alastor was sending her way. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Y/n's hands fell to her sides, clasping behind her back.

"Uh..." Lucifer turned to his daughter, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, don't mind Y/n," Charlie awkwardly tittered, stepping forward, "she is always a bit... odd but, she is actually our newest guest!"

"Uh-huh." Lucifer nodded, his eyes moving back to Y/n and examining her features carefully, "Well, it is nice to be meeting you."

Lucifer stuck out his hand for Y/n to shake but the demon just eyed it warily. The furtive glance she shot Alastor behind his back, and the subtle nod he gave in return, did not escape Lucifer's notice. With another distasteful glance towards his hand, Y/n raised part of her hair up and took it, shaking it firmly.

Lucifer's confusion only seemed to grow as he looked down towards the point of connection.

"Um... okay, then." he hummed in thought as she released his hand.

It was when Alastor went out to solve the problem Mimzy had caused that Lucifer took his chance. All the while, as Mimzy had blathered on to Y/n about the 'good old days' and the shared aspects of their pasts, as soon as the tour of the hotel had ended, she had watched him. Observance was not, however, in her nature. It completely had escaped her notice that, all the while, Lucifer had been watching her as well.

The demon herself was nothing of import. She was strange and unrefined and, to be honest, deeply disconcerting to him in a number of ways. It was the thing lurking beneath it all that caught his attention. There was something going on between that girl and the Radio Demon and Lucifer didn't trust either of them. He may have thought Charlie's dreams to be in vain, known from his own experience how fruitless her project would turn out to be, but that didn't stop him from doing what it took to keep his little girl safe.

Lucifer sidled up beside the girl where she stood, watching the carnage Alastor wreaked with a vague sense of disinterest.

"So, you have a deal with the Radio Demon."

It was a statement, not a question. It was an accusation. Y/n shot into the air in surprise, not having noticed his presence beside her. With wide, analytical eyes, she turned to face him.

"With Alastor?"

"Yep."

"How could you tell?" she asked, leaning forward in curiosity.

"What are you two planning."

Another subtle command that went right over Y/n's head. She sighed, crossing her arms.

"I'm planning world destruction. He wants me to be his wife again and tricked me into this whole..." she waved her hands wildly through the air, "situation."

Lucifer didn't know whether to laugh or to take her out right there. Instead, he shook his head, opting to state in mild shock:

"Married? Again?"

"Yeah. I forced him to when we were alive so people would leave me alone and I'd have some human test subjects for my work. Let me tell you: not my favorite experiment I have ever conducted."

"I..." Lucifer was flabbergasted, struck into silence.

"So he tricked me into a deal. I was hiding from him for decades down here. One little slip up was all it took." she playfully used her hair to hit the side of her head, "Stupid Y/n."

"Where does the again part fit in?"

Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"Really? Why is that the part I have to explain to everyone. I mean, logically, it just doesn't make sense. That should be the question on the bottom of someones list. It shouldn't even be a question."

"Did you get a divorce?"

"In 1930? No. Even I knew that wasn't really an option. I married him to stop people talking, not start it. Besides, he wasn't this much of a bother when we were alive."

"So..." Lucifer prompted after a moment.

"Till death do us part?"

"Ah."

He really did laugh now. Just a light chuckle. Y/n smiled in appreciation.

"There you go. Now, how did you know? About the deal, I mean. Also, why do you guys hate each other so much? I thought you had never met before? And oh! Ohohoh! Also, can I have some of your hair."

Lucifer scoffed, his arms falling loosely from where he had crossed them over his chest to his sides. Charlie had been right, Y/n certainly was odd.

"My hair?"

Y/n nodded her head eagerly. When he gave no response, a concentrated and slightly confused expression flitted across her face. As if struck by a sudden inspiration, she regained her composure once again.

"Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to say 'please' when I ask for stuff. Al always said it was proper manners but I think its just a waste of time to be perfectly honest. It's still the same request, the same outcome. Doesn't really change anything. Why would one word make someone give a totally different answer? I mean, it's just foolish really. Anyway," she cleared her throat, "can I please have some of your hair?"

"I..." Lucifer raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples, "why?"

"Because you're a fallen angel?" Y/n replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "And I want to see what that means?"

Before Lucifer could reply, Alastor stepped back into the lobby, straightening his jacket.

"What a show!" Angel exclaimed, applauding dramatically.

Alastor tipped his head to the side in recognition, his eyes surveying the room. When they fell on Lucifer and Y/n in the corner, his gaze hardened. Y/n payed the commotion no mind. Lucifer, on the other hand, grinned.

"I have a proposal." he hummed, turning back to Y/n.

She narrowed her eyes in sudden doubt.

"You don't like Alastor very much, do you?"

"No...? Of course I don't!" Y/n replied in exasperation, "All he does is keep me from doing my work and drag me around by that stupid chain like a dog. It hurts my neck and..." her voice grew softer and she looked away, fixing her eyes on her interlaced fingers, "and I feel like he's trying to force me into the shape of something I'm not. It's... it's like wearing shoes that are four sizes two small on a twenty mile hike."

Lucifer laughed.

"Well, that certainly is... descriptive. How about we make a deal?"

Her head shot up, her narrowed eyes meeting his once again.

"You're not going to just take my soul like he did, are you?"

"No, of course not my dear. Only lesser demons like him need to do that in order to feel strong, to maintain some sort of power, to get what they want." Lucfier enunciated the last four words sharply, the syllables like needles, "I'm simply offering an exchange."

"That's what he said too."

Lucifer raised his hands to show he meant no harm.

"Look, we don't even have to shake on it. I will give you some of... some of my hair or... whatever... and you will help me get on his nerves, take him down a notch. Who the Hell knows, that might even help you too."

Y/n was silent in thought for a moment. She did want the hair and messing with Alastor seemed all too appealing. Still, there was something eating away at her.

"Would you..." she lifted herself up to Lucifer's eye level with her hair.

Y/n wasn't that much shorter than the king of Hell, just a couple inches. Those couple inches certainly made a difference. Lucifer could have sworn there was a literally electrical spark in the darkness of her eyes.

"You're powerful, yes? King of Hell and all?"

Lucifer nodded.

"Would you be able to help me figure out a way out of this mess?"

It was Lucifer's turn to think now as he mulled the idea over in his mind. Sure, theoretically he probably could but, he had never tried to break another demon's deal and even past that, he didn't know if he wanted to. Y/n was disarming, strange, had mentioned wanting to destroy the world. Lucifer didn't know her well enough to gage if there was any real risk and Alastor seemed to have her on more than a metaphorical leash.

"Maybe." he admitted, deciding on the path of least resistance, the one where he could try and succeed or pretend it was an unknown impossibility all along, "I don't know."

In some strange way, there was something stable about the man before her. Alastor was unpredictable, had sent her life spinning. Lucifer felt safe.

"Good enough for me!" Y/n smiled brightly, "I look forward to working with you."

---

Writing this made me really want to do a Lucifer fic with the idle hands thing.

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[simp-ly-writes]

"I'll have you know..."

Ask: who was a feared overlord that decided to eventually take a backseat in the power struggle and everything? Because of how long ago she was on top of everything, others tend to forget how evil they are...

Pairing: Vox x overlord!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and suggestive themes.

A/N: Sorry for the delay @matrixbearer2024! Hope you all enjoy~

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↳ Back before television was trying to kill the radio star, you were on the up and up becoming one of hells most feared overlords- picking your way up through the ranks and eventually demoting many names before you in hells history. Yet overtime the constant displays of killing, blood stained underneath your fingernails and lack of social life ate away at you- forcing you to drop it all much to the publics shock and awe

↳ Over the next few years, many other up-and-coming overlords did their best to come take over your position and you allowed them to think they did because in the meanwhile you were finding much richer entertainment than their potential screams while sitting in the audience to one of your closest fellow overlords, Vox.

--

Without the need for the laugh and clapping cue to play, you were rolling around in your seat to his dry humor and... interesting threats. The crowd was forced into a hypnotic state alongside all the viewers tuneing in for the night while you shook your head, fighting to keep the smile off your face as they cut to a commercial break, Vox waves you up on to the stage with a smile.

He helps you up the last few steps before guiding you into his chair as he leans against the desk to converse with you, "So, what brought the smile out earlier in the crowd?" The TV man asks you as you raise your brow, "just amused with your," you wave your hand around Vox's appearance, "displays of power. Remember how well that went with me the first time," you giggle out as Vox groans, hands moving to cover his screen with embarrassment.

"I was just trying to... impress you then," he tries to redeem himself while looking through his fingers as you crack your head back now, cackles coming out from the back of your throat as Vox thanks himself for hypnotizing the crowd earlier so they would not see the feared overlord like this. "Erm- impressed is one way of putting it love," you read out and pull his hands away from his face as you calm one another down by rubbing small circles to the back of his gloved hand.

"And on that note, we are coming back from commercial break in 20 seconds, back you go now" Vox pulls his hand away with a small smile, ushering you off stage as you mockingly protest with a grin to his laughter before sitting in-behind the camera crew.

"Welcome back, now on tonights news- the Radio Demon appears to be back! And who gives a shit, do any of you?" Vox points towards the silent crowd as they all lifelessly stare back at him with open mouths. "By the sounds of that, no one gives an absolute fuck- just as any sane mind should!" You roll you eyes at the statement, thinking to yourself, he really is not over that lost contract- is he?

--

↳ When you and Vox are out on the streets one night together grabbing a bite to eat with the rest of the Vee's. A group of up-and-coming overlords swarm your group- trying to force you all into the sewers below them.

You are doing your best to not lose control of your power- of the souls you had collected in that past life of yours but as you soon become overwhelmed, watching as Vox's screen fractures against a brick wall with nowhere to escape to- your mind gives up control in that moment.

Shoving the guys off you- you call forth a few souls linked in contract to you that join the battle as your size only grows with every last breath of the enemy. Stopping and laughing to the sounds of skulls cracking against your boots, twirling around your fingers to strangle another while devouring their very soul. On-lookers run away in horror at the sight, the once feared overlord was feared one more with such hellish displays of power.

Yet Vox, beated, bruised, and trying to pick of the peices of glass in order to repair himself later was out of breath at the sight of you in your true demonic form. His heart hammered in his chest, fuck you look so fucking hot like this, drummed in his head like a broken reccord as Valentino casted him a questioning glance while shooting down another swarm coming up from the sewers.

"Everything alright there Vee?" The studio director asks while reloading his weapon as Vox staggers to a stand, brushing off his coat tails before they both duck out of the way as your claws sweep across the street, a horror-filled amusement park ride the attacks were on while you flung them around and into the side of a building without a second thought.

Twisting back around, you send Vox and ensemble a wink before turning down the street to find the organizer of this attack. Velvette turns around from snapping one of their necks, waving her hands in disgust as she calls for Valentinos handkerchief.

Hands clean she points a finger to Vox, signaling up and down with her eyes, "You may want to sort that out, darling. Does not look good for our image- being all stood proudly and that- would steal from Valentinos side, no?"

Going bright red, Vox forces himself into the wire systems and back to the headquarters where you are already sitting, waiting for him in the living room, freshly showered and a set of coffee on the table. "Do hate the smell of blood, gets in the way on my appetite, what about you?" you casually ask while patting the seat next to you as Vox waddles his way over with wide-eyes.

"Umm... yeah," Vox manages to output, not meeting your eyes as you tilt your head at him in confusion, his breath hitching as more of your skin is exposed as you mutter an ah. Now understanding the issue, "If I had known my true form got you this riled up- sweetheart this would become a weekend special~" you tease, looking the way his screen flickers and his system overheats.

Valentino and Velvette soon burst into the room just as you reach over Vox's lap to grab a blanket for the man. Letting out one last wink, you smile widly at the remaining members as you recall your old stories.

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Salutations!

My name is Alastor, but you already knew that. I'm the Radio Demon, after all. This RP blog is based off Alastor the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. This blog is not affiliated with Vivziepop or Prime Video in any way.

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 1

*Hello, guys! I'm back with both of me and my friend making a collab fanfic for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss crossover. This episode is published on February 27, 2024. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Warning: this will have implied sexual assault, which it only appears in the first episode. There will also be a lot of vulgar words. Reader discretion is advised.*

The alarm clock rings in Charlie’s bedroom. Sharing the master bed covered by purple and velvet sheets, Charlie and her girlfriend, Vaggie, are cuddling each other.

Charlie snaps her eyes open and slams the alarm clock. She is about to turn over and get out of bed, but she realizes her girlfriend is slowly waking up. She kisses Vaggie’s forehead.

“Morning, angel,” Charlie whispers, scooting out of Vaggie’s loose hold.

Vaggie lifts one eyelid open. “Morning.” She sits up in her tank top, her gray hair covering over her missing eye with a red x over it.

Charlie opens the shades, revealing a red sky with a faded symbol up on the sky. Down below, there are reeks of chaos of sinners killing each other. She inhales and exhales, and then looks at Vaggie.

“Today’s the new day,” Charlie says while hurrying to the bathroom.

Vaggie sighs lovingly at her girlfriend and scoots off the bed.

The happy music starts as Charlie exits the bathroom in her red suit, her face pale with rosy blushes she always had. With her blonde hair in a ponytail, she starts to sing cheerfully.

“Oh, oh,

I woke up today,

Whoa.

Feelin’ the way I do.

Whoa.”

Charlie swiftly walks out into the hallway to see the short maid cyclops dusting the halls, the maid’s work noted by her song.

“Nifty is dusting the halls.”

Charlie hears the radio static in the speakers.

“Good morning, sinners. It’s currently eight in the morning with the weather being Hellish today,” Alastor’s voice announces.

Charlie croons excitedly as she slides down the stairs,

“Alastor is giving his daily announcements.”

She shifts her gaze towards the bar to see other patrons enjoying themselves, including the familiar spider demon with six arms and skimpy clothing named Angel Dust and the cat demon with red wings named Husk.

Husk leans closer to Angel with a lovesick smiling while Angel is talking his ear off non-stop.

Charlie notices this and sings teasingly,

“Angel at the bar flirting with Husk.”

Angel and Husk hears Charlie with shocked looks.

“We’re not flirting,” the men said simultaneously.

Charlie feels Vaggie’s hand on her shoulder and massaging it.

Vaggie sings along with her girlfriend.

“Okay, babe, calm down.”

Charlie jumps in excitement.

“How can I be calm

When everything is going right?”

Charlie gestures to the sinners coming into the hotel as she sings more happily.

“Look at all the residents now.

Sinners from all the seven rings

Coming to this hotel to seek redemption!”

Charlie opens her arms wide to welcome incoming sinners.

“Good morning, sinners!

Welcome to Hazbin Hotel!

Where change is possible!

Where we try every day to be better!”

Charlie ushers the other sinners in while repeating her chorus.

“Good morning, sinners!

I hope you enjoy your stay.

This is a rehab to leave behind all of your old habits.

A place where we can all grow together!”

She tries to ask the sinners if they need help while singing,

“Oh, oh.

How can I help you today?

Oh, oh,

How can I assist you today?”

“Honey, that means the same thing,” Vaggie reminds Charlie, trying to calm her down.

“Heh, right,” Charlie utters with a nervous smile.

Nifty jumps out, chasing the black bug crawling around the floor and singing,

“I’m gonna kill some bugs, hehehehe!

Ooh, is that a knife I see?”

Angel comes into the scene and lifts Nifty away from sharp knives at the bar while crooning.

“Whoa there, missy, Charlie says for you to not touch sharp objects.”

Charlie smiles and sings happily,

“Thanks, Angel.”

Angel nods while Husk notices a patron sulking.

Then Husk sings in baritone,

“You look like shit.”

The patron croons back,

“Give me the strongest you got.”

“Uh, isn’t that too early for that?” Husk asks the patron. The speakers goes static, which hurt Husk’s ears temporarily.

Up in the radio tower on the several story hotel, the tall demon with a red bob-cut hair and ears like a deer, Alastor, starts to sing in his radio voice.

“In today’s announcements,

The hotel has gain population

Four months after the last extermination.

What a miracle that it garners folks’ attention.

I guess Charlie’s little idea might bring hope.”

Charlie sings the chorus to welcome the new hotel guests.

“Good morning, sinners.

Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.

Some day, you’ll reach the pearly gates.

Some day, you’ll break free from old habits.”

Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Alastor, and Nifty gather around Charlie to sing with her in the last chorus.

“Good morning, sinners!

Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!

Where we all have each other!

Maybe some day there will be a path to Heaven.”

The music ends in a happier note, leaving the incoming guests to cheer at the gang.

Charlie claps excitedly and turns to the rest. “Well done, guys!”

“We want to check in,” the hotel guest with family of four uttered.

“Oh yeah, be there in a minute,” Charlie calls to the hotel guest and looks at the gang. “Make sure you guys get comfortable. We’re going to do some trust exercises later.”

Husk and Angel groan at the activity while Vaggie rolls her eyes at them. When she walks away, Angel shifts his glance at Husk.

“Will you catch me when I fall later?” Angel asks in a flirty tone.

“That depends on the mood,” Husk answers with a smirk.

Angel chuckles. “Mind if we talk some more at the bar?”

Husk nods and walks over, leading Angel back over at the bar.

“So, got anything to spill to an old bartender?” Husk asks.

“Oh, you know the usual. Last night was fucking insane.”

“Do tell.”

“Okay, so Valentino had some kinks that are just weird. Like a crime show where the cops fuck the prisoner or something.”

“Huh, weird.”

“I know. And guess who's the prisoner?”

Husk ponders, pretending to think with a smirk. “Hmm, the one who snorts thin lines on a hunk’s abs--”

“Oh, fuck you,” Angel teases.

“I mean if that’s what you want to do.”

Angel giggles. “Ah, you’re learning the ways of my jokes.”

“Your mind can’t even get out of the gutter for one goddamn second,” Husk responds with chuckles.

Both of the men share laughs while Husk’s hand was close to one of Angel’s hands. His pinky claw manage to rub the top of Angel’s pink glove hand before hearing the phone ring.

Angel’s smile instantly fades away once he looks at who’s calling him.

Valentino.

Husk reads his friend’s face for a moment with a frown. “You don’t have to answer that.”

Angel looks up at Husk and then back at his phone. He appears like he’s not going to answer the call, but hesitates.

“I have to,” Angel utters, answering the phone. “Hello?”

Husk watches Angel hugging himself nervously with his four arms, his legs dangle from the barstool.

“I can’t today, Val. I got some chores to do at the hotel--”

Husk can hear Val screaming about something, but can’t make out the words. However, he watches Angel’s shoulders trembling.

“Okay, okay...I’ll be there. Don’t worry...I’ll--”

The voice interrupts Angel for a moment.

“Yes, five minutes. Okay. Bye,” Angel says as he hangs up the phone. A deep sigh escapes from him, leaving concern for Husk.

“You have to go?” Husk asks.

Angel lifts his head, taking a deep breath as if he is putting on the mask. “Yeah, I’ll be gone for a while. But I’ll come back for a drink.”

Husk fakes a smile while watching Angel getting up from the barstool. “Alright, I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Tonight sounds good,” Angel replies and struts away with confidence, but Husk can see that Angel was in a rush to get to the studio.

Husk loses his smile and sighs sadly.

“Hey, you okay there?” Vaggie’s voice calls him.

The bartender glances up to see Vaggie, straightening himself up. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

Vaggie smirks. “Getting worried about Angel, huh?”

“No, I ain’t even worried about him. I’m sure he can handle himself.”

“Not like you’re on a date with him, are ya?”

“What? Fuck, no! He’s just my drinkin’ buddy,” Husk responds defensively.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Vaggie teases.

Husk gruffs, but he doesn’t expect her hand on his shoulder in comfort.

“I’m sure Angel will be fine. Just as long as he comes back from the studio in one piece, he’ll be just fine.”

He sighs and nods. “Yeah, yeah, I ain’t that worried about him.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” she responds with a smirk, walking away.

He moves his gaze up to watch her walking away back towards her girlfriend, giving Charlie a peck on the lips of affection.

His thoughts are on him and Angel immediately. Does Angel think that he has feelings for him? Or does Angel even have feelings for him? Damn it, now he’s thinking Angel of all people to think about. Husk groans at himself and turns to the refrigerator next time. He opens the fridge and notices a lot of food they have been storing up. Husk pulls the food out and examines the bread. A nice thought enters his head. Maybe he can make Angel some lunch...you know, for the wild rough sex he might have later. Might as well have some food in his stomach. Or does Val allow lunch breaks for Angel?

Husk shrugs the question off and begins making a sandwich. Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. That should be a safe meal.

Husk takes the brown paper bag out and stuffs an apple in the bag. Then he gets out a ziploc bag and puts the sandwich in it. He places the sandwich in the brown lunch bag. He rolls up the top to seal it and writes Angel’s name on the bag with the sharpie.

“Perfect,” Husk mutters to himself. He looks around to make sure Vaggie and Charlie or Alastor aren’t around. He sneaks out of the hotel as quickly as he can and hurries down into the city.

~.~

“Where’s that damn studio?” Husk curses himself, searching around the city for the studio Angel works at. He looks up to see the big sign that says ‘Porn Studios’. “Oh, fuck, there it is. Make it big and obvious why don’t you?”

Husk enters the studio with Angel’s lunch. He walks through the studio where he hears a familiar slimy voice. And then Angel’s moans. He follows the sounds of Angel’s moans and manages to enter the right film set. Once he enters, he sees Angel laying naked on the wooden table with the actors dressed as cops.

Husk looks away quickly before he can analyze any one else’s nakedness. He hurries to the small table with all the bags.

Val notices Husk walking to the side with a groan. “Ugh, cut.” He turns to Husk. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Relax, man, I’m just delivering something,” Husk answers while looking at Angel, who is now covering his nakedness with his pink robe. He shows Angel his lunch and puts it in the spot where he will remember it.

“Thank you,” Angel mouths.

Husk smiles softly at Angel.

“Make you sure you watch Fat Nuggets for me,” Angel adds with a whisper.

Husk gives him a thumbs up and nods.

Val notices the exchange, watching the way Angel smiles like a lovesick school boy at Husk and Husk gives him the same look. With a small growl and he whispers to the other actors.

Husk sees that and wonders what Val’s whispering about. The actors come back on set with Angel undressing himself off of his robe.

“Action!” Val shouts impatiently.

Husk is about to walk away until he hears Angel gasp in shock.

“Wait, this isn’t part of the script!” Angel cries.

Husk snaps his attention to Angel, watching Angel getting manhandle on his stomach by three of the buff actors. His head is slammed against the table while he is struggling helplessly.

“No, wait, stop!” Angel shouts in fear.

Husk clenches teeth, feeling a growl rumbling in his throat. He witnesses one of the actors taking his pants off and forcing himself in Angel, who screams in pain.

“Ah! AH! It fucking hurts! Stop--!”

“Keep it going,” Val says slimly.

Husk’s anger rises to his chest, losing control of himself at the moment he watches Angel scream in pain. It’s sudden that black tentacles grows from the ground around Angel, shoving the other actors off of him.

Val turns with a surprise look at Husk, whose eyes are turning glowing green.

“You get the fuck away from him!” Husk screams, teleporting in front of Angel’s naked figure to protect him from the other actors.

The actors scream in terror at the sight of the tentacles growing all around Husk and Angel.

“Husk?” Angel calls softly.

Husk breathes heavily, losing control of himself. He uses the tentacles to stab through the actors, possessing them to turn against Val.

“Husky, what the hell are you doing?” Angel questions, now more scared.

Husk controls the other actors to take out weapons, ready to use against Val. Angel notices that Husk is out of it and runs in front of Val to defend him.

“Husk, stop!” Angel cries.

Husk stops the actors from pursuing Val, knowing that Angel is standing in between them and Val. Val smirks at Husk.

Husk relaxes his shoulders and the tentacles. “Angel?”

Before Husk can say anything, a green shackle appears around his throat. Instantly, the tentacles disappears and the actors are not longer possessed.

Angel watches Husk struggling in his chains with the green glow in his eyes still. Soon, his eyes start to tear up as he rushes up to Husk. “HUSK!!!”

Husk starts struggling in his chains, not realizing that Alastor appeared beside him.

“Sorry for the little inconvenience,” Alastor replies to Val as he’s dragging Husk away. “It won’t happen again.”

Husk attempts to swipe at Val like an angry cat, but misses. “No! You leave him alone! Don’t you fucking hurt him! Don’t you fucking dare hurt him--!”

Alastor manages to pull Husk out of the studio as Husk is passing out from using his unknown powers, leaving Angel alone with the other actors and Val.

Val snaps his head to glare at Angel, who is starting to breathe heavily in fear.

~.~

“Don’t you fucking hurt him! Don’t you fucking dare hurt him! Please...please...please, don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him.”

Husk starts fluttering his eyes open with a pained groan.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Husk utters before realizing he is being dragged away from the studio. He glances up and watches Alastor dragging him away. A sudden pang of fear flashes across his face as he starts to struggle.

“Wait, what the fuck? What’s going on?!” Husk screams in panic.

“Ah, you’ve finally snap out of it. Took you a little while,” Alastor says in a radio static voice. “You have been a little nuisance to Val.”

“N-Nuisance?” Husk gasps in realization. “Wait, he was hurting Angel--”

“Ah, that’s the only reason why you used our shared powers, eh?” Alastor replies, helping Husk up on his feet.

“S-Shared powers?” Husk asks.

“Why yes. Since your soul belongs to me and you are in these chains, you have also my shared powers that you can use whenever you want...however, I never tell any overlords that. You are the only former overlord that I know that knows this now. You’ve gambled for power...you got it. Only half of it.”

“I-I didn’t even know,” Husk replies while walking with Alastor.

“Well, now you do. So, every time you feel a powerful emotion, these powers will serve whatever your emotional desires are...which seems to be protecting your sweet, sweet Angel from one of the most powerful overlords.

Husk remembers suddenly of how Angel stands between Val and him, stopping him from potentially killing Val. He clenches his teeth in hurt when he remembers how scared Angel appears to be.

“Shit,” Husk mumbles tearfully.

“What was that?” Alastor questions.

“Nothing,” Husk responds while wiping away any tears leaking out of his eyes.

They finally arrive at the hotel with Charlie and Vaggie by the door. Charlie rushes up to Husk and Alastor.

“Alastor, what are you doing to him?” Charlie utters in fear at Husk being in chains.

The chains around Husk’s neck disappears.

“I manage to find him at the Porn Studios with Angel. But don’t worry, everything is fine now,” Alastor reassures the girls.

Charlie shifts her glance at Husk in more concern. “Is everything okay, Husk?”

Husk frowns and looks away. With a huff, he walks into the hotel without an answer.

Charlie and Vaggie exchange glances at each other in concern and then look up at Alastor, who just shrugs and walks into the hotel after Husk.

~.~

Night comes around as Charlie and Vaggie watches Husk cleaning the same shot glass for hours straight.

“Yeah, there’s definitely something wrong with Husk,” Vaggie assumes.

“Alastor said that he’s at the Porn Studios...he must have witness the shitty treatment Angel gets at that place,” Charlie says with a frown. “Should we go over there and comfort him?”

“Eh, I think he’s in his own head for right now--” Vaggie’s sentence is interrupted when Angel walks through the doors, with a black eye on his left eye and a busted up lip. Blood is trickling down to his neck. Bruises are on his arms as if someone grab him and manhandle him and on his neck as if someone is trying to choke him. He has slashes across his legs and bloody bite marks on his shoulders. His clothes are shredded and his legs are wobbly from walking long distance.

“Holy shit!” Charlie cries, her horns appearing on the sides of her head while her eyes turns red with white pupils. She and Vaggie hurry by Angel’s side to help him walk properly through the door.

“What the fuck happen to you?!” Vaggie asks angrily.

Charlie summons the first aid kit and opens it to get the alcohol and cotton ball out.

“I-I’m fine, guys. I’m fine,” Angel reassures with his voice barely audible.

Before the girls can insist otherwise, they hear Husk’s footsteps darting across the bar and towards where Angel and the girls are.

Husk stands there behind them, unaware of Alastor approaching the scene to watch the events unfold.

Nifty keeps dusting the furniture, ignoring the situation completely.

Husk breathes heavily, the anger returning to him. “He did this to you, didn’t he?”

Angel seals his lips and looks away.

Husk clenches his fists. “That’s it! I’m going to kill him! I’m going to kill him--!”

Before Husk can storm out of the hotel to find Valentino, he feels the chains around his throat holding him back. He looks to see Alastor, who shakes his head for him to stop. Husk glances to see Charlie and Vaggie tending to Angel’s wound, not following Husk or telling Alastor to let go of him.

“Husk, you need to calm down,” Vaggie says, putting her hand up like she’s trying to calm a feral cat. “I know you’re upset about what happened to Angel. We are too. But--”

Husk slams his fist against the wall next to the front door, leaving a large crack on it. The tears edges out of his eyes. “Then why the fuck hasn’t anyone done anything about protecting Angel, huh?!”

No one answers the question. Charlie’s horns goes back into her head as she keeps tending to Angel’s wounds.

Husk breathes heavily in hurt, noticing Angel’s scared expression. A groan escapes his lips as he shakes his head. He storms back into the hotel and upstairs to find his room, the chains around his throat disappearing.

Charlie and Vaggie soften their gazes at Husk, which is noticed by Alastor.

“Don’t worry about him,” Alastor reassures the girls. “He’ll come around.”

Angel frowns in disbelief, watching Husk going into his room.

~.~

Husk hugs his legs on his bed within his room. His wings wrap around him as he tries to withhold his tears. He doesn’t know why he’s been hurt that a local pornstar is getting hurt and abused.

Husk buries his head into his thighs until he hears a knock.

“Go away,” Husk utters, but it is muffled by his croaked voice and his thighs. The door open. “Do you not get the concept--?!”

He stops himself to realize that it is just Angel entering the room, now in a pink bathrobe with a sandwich on the plate.

Husk immediately wipes a tear away. “I thought you’re Charlie.”

Angel softly smiles and walks over to Husk, sitting next to him on the bed. He offers up the plate with half of a sandwich.

“I saved you a sandwich,” Angel responds, his voice recovering a bit slowly, though it is still cracked.

Husk frowns at hearing Angel’s voice. “He destroyed that pretty voice of yours, did he?”

Angel waves it off as if is no big deal. “I’ll get my voice back. Besides, this is usually the time I snort crack at a local club.”

“But you didn’t though.”

“I rather be in here with you than out there,” Angel says, one of his hands on Husk’s. “I miss my bartender.”

Husk holds Angel’s hand tightly. “I wish you let me kill him.”

Angel frowns and scoots closer to him. “You can’t kill overlords unless you’re Alastor. Besides, I don’t want him coming after you if he comes back from the ‘dead’. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s that bastard who fucked you up,” Husk argues. “Every night is like this. Every night, you come home in pain and now, you can barely talk. This shit ain’t normal, Angel!”

“It’s normal to me,” Angel blurts out, tears leaking out of his eyes.

Husk stops with his words and frowns. He shakes his head and lets go of Angel’s hand.

“I wish it wasn’t normal for you.”

“As long as the contract stands, I can never leave Val,” Angel replies to Husk, hugging him to comfort him. “I can’t leave him, Husky.”

“I know, I know, legs,” Husk responds, hugging Angel back. His heartbeat is calmer than it was in the past few hours. Angel’s hugs are always so warm...why?

“I know that this might be the worse time to say this, but you’re hot when you summon those tentacles,” Angel whispers to Husk.

Husk snorts. “Really? I could’ve hurt you with them.”

“Well, if I wasn’t so scared for you and what Val will do to ya, I would’ve been turned on. Do you think you can summon them again?”

Husk breaks away from Angel, shaking his head. “Are you kidding me? No. I don’t even know how to summon them again.”

“Aw, not even one more time for me to see, daddy~?”

“Alright, that’s enough of your kinkyness. Get on out of here before I summon them again to slap the shit out of you,” Husk teases Angel.

Angel coos jokingly. “Aww, you would never do anything to hurt me, Husky boy~”

“Keep at it and you’ll see,” Husk responds, failing at containing his laughing smile.

Angel smirks at Husk, groaning playfully. “Fine, I’ll go to bed. Fat Nuggets must be waiting for his papa. Thanks for looking out for him.”

Husk widens his eyes in realization. “Uh, shit, I, uh, was too wrapped up in thinking about what happened at the studio. Shit--”

“It’s okay, baby. I get it. Get some rest. We’re both gonna need it.”

Husk smiles and nods. “Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Angel leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Husk loses his lovesick smile, staring out of the window to see night with the red sky still. The soft music begins as he takes a deep breath and looks at himself in the mirror in front of him.

“How could I watch him get hurt?

Why am I such a loser?”

Husk stands up from the bed, ambling towards the balcony as he croons more.

“I’ve lost my way.

I never thought I find someone just like me.”

Husk looks down to find Angel taking Fat Nuggets, his pig, out for a walk.

“You have to deal with the gruesome damages

From that motherfucker of a boss.”

He looks up at the radio tower where Alastor is watching over everything.

“And there’s nothing we can do to save each other.”

He glances down at Angel, watching him turning a corner where he can’t see him anymore.

“Oh, there’s nothing we can do.”

He has a sudden memory of what Angel says a moment ago.

“As long as that contract stands, I can never leave Val,” Angel’s voice enters his head.

Husk blinks in realization and sings.

“Unless there is a way.”

The music begins to build up as he sings with more determination.

“Unless we can get out of this loop of abuse.

Unless we can escape from this torment.

We don’t really have to live like this anymore.”

The music builds up as Husk notices the faded chains around his neck and sings.

“If only I can break these chains,

I can save you from your boss.

If only I can break these chains,

We’ll be free from the shit-hole we’re in.”

Husk extends his wings and takes off flying from the balcony, feeling the cool wind. He looks down to see the ground getting smaller and smaller as the music starts to pick up the pace.

“I know I’ve fucked up, but maybe Charlie’s right.

If we free our souls from the powerful overlords,

Maybe that’s our one-way ticket to Heaven’s Gates.”

Husk feels a tug around his neck before he goes further than half of the city to get to Porn Studios. He glances to find the chains tightening around him. He struggles to fight it as the guitar solo starts to play.

“But these damn chains keeps getting tighter and tighter!

Oh fuck, I can’t breathe!

What can I do to save you?!

I’ll give anything if it means saving you!”

Husk starts to black out for a moment. However, once he opens his eyes, he sees a bright beautiful forest land that goes for miles without stopping. He looks down to see that the chains around his neck on the ground. He sees Angel up ahead, waving at him with one of his arms before running off. Husk chases after Angel while singing in beautiful melody.

“Once I break these chains,

I’ll be running through the field to get to you!

Oh, once I break these chains,

I’ll be running through the forest to get to you!”

Husk manages to catch up with Angel, grabbing both of his bottom set of hands. Angel laughs and spins him around, colorful butterflies flutter around them in the meadow.

“Whoa, I don’t know what’s gotten over me.

I don’t want to wake up from this dream.

Don’t wake me up from this dream--”

Husk watches Angel’s body disintegrate into butterflies, flying away from his hands as the darkness sucks him away from Angel.

Husk gasps on the bed in his bedroom. He looks to find the chains tied around his neck, now more visible. He stares up at the ceiling, tears leaking out of his eyes.

“I swear I’ll get us out of this goddamn place,

Even if kills me.

What more can I do for you,

If I’m in these fucking chains?”

Husk sits up, breathing heavily and now determined. The music picks up the pace for the final chorus as he strides towards the balcony again.

“I’m gonna set us both free from these chains!

I don’t know how or when, but hold on for me!

I’m gonna set our contracts ablaze and pray

That someday we don’t have to stay here long!”

Husk pauses as the music softens. He looks down to see Angel cuddling Fat Nuggets from below. He softens his gaze and perches at the railing of the balcony to get a better look at Angel.

“Some day, we won’t have to stay here ever again.”

The music ends while Husk is staring at Angel with a gentle smile.

~.~

“Do you think Husk is mad at me?” Charlie asks Vaggie while they are taking a walk around the hotel.

“Babe, he’s not mad at you. He’s just upset at what happen to Angel. And I don’t blame him. I want to kill Val now just as much as anyone, but I don’t want to put Angel through worse abuse because of it,” Vaggie reassures her girlfriend. “I think Husk and Angel are in a secret relationship.”

“What?! No way!”

“Yes way.”

Charlie squeals. “Aww, they are so fucking adorable. I’ve been shipping them since they got home from the club one night. I hope it all works out for them.”

“Hey, that’s what I think, babe. Take it with a grain salt,” Vaggie reminds her girlfriend softly.

“Of course, of course, it’s--” Charlie notices something or someone in the bushes, watching them.

Vaggie notices it with her girlfriend, taking out her spear. “Show yourself, you fucking creep!”

The little yellow-furred spider girl stumbles out of the bushes.

“Aww, she’s just a child,” Charlie coos.

Vaggie slowly puts her angelic spear away. “Oops.”

Charlie crouches to make the same eye-level contact. “It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. Where are your parents?”

The little girl doesn’t answer.

Vaggie arches a brow and looks around for her parents. “Did they leave you here?”

She winces when Vaggie tries to come closer to her.

Charlie notices the spider girl’s injured leg. “Aw, you’re hurt. We have first aid kit. We’ll patch that wound right up.”

The little spider girl comes just a little closer to them once she realizes that they aren’t there to hurt her. Her legs wobble, with the injury revealing a hellhound bite.

“Holy shit,” Vaggie gasps in shock. “Here, let’s get that clean up.”

“Yes, come on,” Charlie says while extending her hand.

The little spider girl grabs her hand as she is being led by both Vaggie and Charlie back into the hotel to get a better look at the wound.

To Be Continued...

#hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #huskerdust #friends ocs #nifty hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel

[libby-for-life]

Lilith coming back to hell, to see Lucifer moved on and it's with Adam

Tender Sex; Lucifer reassuring Adam that he won't leave him to go back to Lilith(also queen of hell adam)

Oof. For this to work, I would need it to be with Sinner!Adam under contract with Lucifer. Hope that's okay.

Adam watched everything in a blur. She walked into the hotel with grace and fire. She looked just as beautiful as ever. Her long blonde hair, purple eyes, and elegant smile completed her look.

Lilith, the first woman, the first queen of Hell, had returned. And she was in the Hazbin Hotel. Adam felt numb as Charlie hugged her mother hard and how Lucifer asked how she was.

Adam rubbed the ring on his finger. He shouldn't be this fucking worried. He was Adam for God's sake! Not only that but the Queen of Hell. A year he had been proposed to by his partner Lucifer. He almost said no. With two failed marriages, it was hard to not think of the cons of what could happen.

But Lucifer looked so fucking earnest that he couldn't help but say yes. Fast forward to the present. Adam had thought that he had gotten over his insecurities of being abandoned after being with someone as attentive and loving as Lucifer. 'Obviously not.' Adam thought as he saw Lilith place a manicured hand on Lucifer's shoulder.

He tried to fight the urge to yell at the bitch for touching his partner. Adam did perk up when Lucifer beckoned him over.

"Lilith." He managed to say out as he stood next to Lucifer. He brought an arm around his partner and pulled him closer. Adam watched as Lilith's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she looked at him.

Could she see it now? Did she see everything she left for a place in Heaven? A petty place in Adam's heart hoped she was jealous about the whole situation.

"Adam." She said in her usual cool and condensing voice. It took everything in Adam not to snap at her. He guessed those anger management lessons Charlie had been forcing him into had actually been helping. Not that he would ever admit it.

"I could really go for a drink," Lilith said as she walked over to a free couch. Adam could already tell this was going to be a long night.

Adam clutched the sides of the bathroom sink. His mind was spiraling with everything that had just been said not just an hour ago.

'Do you really think you're the Queen of Hell?'

'You know he's only fucking you because you're easy, right?'

'He only gave you the title Queen because it feeds into your delusions. You're a toy. Something to be used and thrown away. He'll grow bored eventually. I did.'

'A Queen certainly doesn't look like you. My, you've really let yourself go.'

Adam felt like he was going to throw up. He knew Lilith would try to get into his head but he didn't think it would be so soon. He bit his lip so hard he felt blood drip down his chin.

All of the insecurities that he'd been battling for years came bubbling to the surface. What did Lucifer even see in something like him? A Queen didn't look like a pig. A Queen wasn't so ugly. Is this what Lucifer saw in him? A toy? A novelty only to be discarded when something better comes along?

A knock on the door and a familiar voice called out to him.

"Adam? Sweetheart, is everything okay?"

Damn it all to Hell! That was Lucifer!

"Um, I'm good!" He said and Adam winced when he heard how wobbly his voice sounded. Apparently, so did the King of Hell because he portaled into the bathroom causing Adam to yelp.

"What the fuck, Lucifer?! I said I was fine!" Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Clearly not. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Adam refused to look at him. "I'm good. I'll be in bed in a moment."

"Adam, pet, I don't like when you lie to me. Tell me the truth." Adam felt himself lose control and everything came tumbling out about Lilith.

He was prepared for the backlash. That Lucifer was going to defend his ex-wife and that he better behave for her instead of causing fights and lying about it.

Instead, he felt strong hands cup his cheeks and this caused Adam to look at his partner. Lucifer had a kind but sad look on his face. "Oh, Adam. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" He took a hand away from his face and grabbed a fistful of brown hair. He yanked causing a moan to bubble up.

"Now, I need you to know that I would never go back to my ex. She's my ex for a reason. And I will be talking with her about everything." His eyes flashed red for a moment before it turned back to normal.

"Hm. I see you're still doubting me. Well, that just won't do." Lucifer said before scooping him up bridal-style. Adam let a squeak, a manly one, and struggled for a moment.

Adam shook his head, tears threatening to fall. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want to cry.

"Hush, now my pet. Daddy's got you."

Adam was soon lying in their large bed. Lucifer was straddling his waist with a gentle smile. "I love every inch of you." He began and Adam shivered as he trailed his fingers down his shirt. "You're beautiful, Adam. Don't let anyone tell you differently."

A hand slipped under his shirt and caressed a love handle. "This is mine. Don't you trust Daddy's judgment?" Another hand slipped inside Adam's shirt and gently squeezed his chest. The sinner was now squirming under Lucifer, his face felt warm and Adam knew he was blushing.

"This is also mine." A finger pinched his right nipple. "Mine because I would never give you up. Mine because I would fight Heaven and Hell for you." A cruel twist had Adam moaning and panting. Lucifer's hands left his body and Adam felt them take his shirt off. "Isn't that a pretty sight?"

Adam tried to cover his body, but Lucifer just pinned his wrists with one hand. "Don't hide yourself from Daddy, pet." The sheep demon nodded hurriedly. Using his free hand, he dragged his hand down to the waistband of his pants and tugged gently.

"Can I take this off?" Adam nodded with a whimper.

Lucifer gently removed his clothes and smiled at his naked partner. He really was beautiful, soft in all the best ways.

He fondled his pet's balls and watched as Adam fell apart. He was so sensitive. It didn't take long for Lucifer to start preparing him with lube. Adam moaned high and needy even though the King of Hell knew his pet would never admit it.

He had three fingers in, stretching and rubbing Adam in all of his special places. "Daddy! I'm going to cum!" Adam wailed and Lucifer took out his fingers quickly. His pet whimpered and begged for more but he was firm.

"You gotta let Daddy in first, pet." And then he slowly entered into his hole. Adam was still tight after all these years. Lucifer was gentle as he slowly thrusted in. He would make this loving and gentle for his pet. Then he wouldn't have any more doubts about Lucifer's love. He gave praise and encouragement as he made love to Adam.

He could feel himself getting ready to climax and Adam moaned higher and needier to indicate he was close as well.

"Cum for Daddy, pet. My good pet." They both climaxed at the same time, breathing heavily. They both snuggled into each other's embrace. As soon as Adam was asleep, Lucifer felt their earlier conversation repeat in his head.

Why would Lilith do that? What was her goal in upsetting Adam this badly? He knew they had bad blood, but this was on another level. Lucifer felt his eyes turn red again. She wouldn't be doing that again. He would make sure of that. There was a new ruler of Hell and it wasn't Lilith.

Hopefully, that was good!

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #lilith #oneshot #send asks #lemon #smut #gentle domination #daddy k!nk

[titan-senpai]

Helluva Boss/ Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Hazbin Hotel

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Husk What the Hell?? [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] A young lady who was a model lived on earth ended in a tragic way.. and ended up in hell somehow? While she cant hurt a fly.. Right?

Adrenalin kick. placing risky bets adrenalin flying. catches a certain cat's eyes, what they didn't know they slept with the most famous casino owner... [SMUT]

Valentino A night out with your mans goes horribly wrong as your seeing red. [Alchohol, blood, smoking, toxic relationship]

Let me go Valentino... A Sinner that signed a contract with Valentino to work for him just like Angel. [SMUT]

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#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #masterlist #x reader

[al1fers-haven]

Platonic hazbin hotel cast and gn!teen!reader with the personality of loona from helluva boss 👀

It could be a list of hcs or a oneshot. Either way is fine ^^

Hazbin Hotel x GenZ!Reader Headcannons

Imma do this as headcannons because...I can't really find any storyline for this lol CHARLIE

one of the things that Charlie seemed to actually figure out the most was why you were so moody lol, she went through that emo phase too but...yours was sticking a bit too long to be a phase.

She had mentioned a couple times that they were going to focus on your issues separately to keep you from feeling bad, but she never actually went for it. Scared it would set you off a bit.

outside of that, she thought you were adorable, treating you more like a younger sister than a normal hotel attendee.

Sees more of herself in you than she would like to admit, and doesn't truly understand why you are in hell but...she doesn't push.

VAGGIE

Oh god, you and vaggie DO NOT MIX. It's one thing to put two demons together, but Vaggie already acts like a depressed teen at times.

She doesn't really...demand respect but she tries to act motherly towards you and just fails miserably.

You think she is trying to be controlling because you are younger and don't know as much.

Genuinely thinks you can be redeemed, and that if anyone has shot at it, it would be you.

Despite the fact you two don't get along, you come to her for some issues that you know she would be good with, like trying to get better and maintain friendships. that doesn't happen often tho.

You and her mixed is awful for boardgames too, talk about competitive.

You and her definitely got a lot of bad blood on, especially if you get all mean with charlie and yell.

ANGEL DUST

Oh god, it's a beautiful friendship.

You and angeldust get along more than needed, despite both being assholes at times, you both love each other and think a lot of one another.

You are usually the one taking care of him (along with Husk) Whenever he gets too rowdy at clybs, not only that but he takes care of you when you are unstable as well.

You don't do well with men, or any sort of family figure that is a man so as much as you try you always blow up.

You deeply care for the spider porn star but sometimes your personality makes it harder than you'd like. And he is one of the people inside the hotel that understands this the most, it's what you guys bonded over.

LOVES YOUR ATTITUDE.

He thinks your absolutely hilarious and wishes that when he was your age he had half the courage to say the shit you say. Watching you tell Alastor he was a braindead prick? Oh it made his day.

But that worried him a little bit, while he was happy you hadn't been roped into any sort of deal or contract, he was worried you'd say something to the wrong person. And if you ever did he would be there in a heartbeat

you two usually get drunk together since he doesn't want you going to any bars alone (Which you hate, but understand) So he won't help you with the hangover, but he will be right next to you throwing up in the sink as you throw up in the toilet :) HUSK

If you had to have a father bond with anyone? It would be Husk. He refuses to give you drinks for no reason and even has late-night talks with you.

scolds you for not being careful and respecting yourself, and usually just sits there as you yell at him till you say something truly horrible to him.

(Which isn't a lot, this guy can take more than he admits.)

But at the end of the day, he's there to give you advice and let you ramble on about the shitty stuff going on in your life,

hell he even lets you drink if it's truly bad

he's more scared of you ending up like him than you getting drunk young, you are in hell.

definitely helps you to bed and takes care of you when you are drunk or after you are drunk. Seems like the type to have a soft spot for emotionally troubled drunk teens. ALASTOR

Oh god, he hates you.

if it wasn't for the fact you were a part of the hotel or one of Charlie's favorites. He would have killed you by now due to the comments you threw at him.

He couldn't tell who he would rather be in a room with, velvette? Or you.

Despite all of that he had an open mind to your behavior, understanding you were an emotional teen.

but that did NOT make the whole 'fossil' joke suddenly funny to him.

You two have bonded over a couple things, suits, food, and your insomnia. At the end of the day you still hated each other.

But he would totally cover you up if you fell asleep on the couch or something like that.

If you listen to his radio show he actually might start being nice to you, he's a sucker for teens as well. Especially if you are a girl.

DEFINITELY IMAGINE DEADPOOL AND THE SUPERSONIC GIRL FROM THE FIRST MOVIE.

"So what's it going to be? Mean comment? Or long sullen silence." "....you got me in a corner here." NIFTY

you two were an odd duo, usually, you sat through her horrible roach puppet shows and tried to hype her up, but in the end, you just couldn't.

she still appreciated you watching them and not booing.

Definitely tries not to get on your bad side, but ends up being annoying on accident,

you can't be mad at her though... SIR PENTIOUS (or however you spell it.)

This man obviously had cried multiple times because of your attitude and yelling.

He is a softy at heart, and you try to feel bad but he just makes it so easy.

the snake jokes are never-ending, especially if you two decide to form a bond? but I doubt that would ever happen...man is sensitive.

Didn't catch him during the trust fall, instead gagged about how slimy he was and called him a rude name.

Might make a part 2 to this, it's adorable

#hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin art #angeldust #charlie morningstar #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #sir pentious #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin nifty #nifty

[christinebloodwrittings]

Till' death do us apart.

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Warning: Biblical nonsense. :}

Masterlist –– Next chapter

So this was caused by the absolute brain rot my love for the series has given me, 40% of the text I got it from the transcript of the first episode Overture, and Michael's text was brought by Hazbin Hotel: Journey to the Light, shoutout to the creator. It's a one time thing as to bring this sort of prologue.

As always, the characters mostly belong to Vivienne Medrano, and it is a fanfiction with no intention of offending anyone.

Prologue

At the beginning, Heaven rose from the light of creation, it´s golden glow soon was to be known though out existence. It was ruled by beings of pure light, Angels that worshiped good and shielded the world from all evil.

Samael was one of the first angels. He was a dreamer with delusional ideas for all of creation, for this, he was seen as a menace. The elders of Heaven were brought to the conclusion that his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when its creation, the forbidden fruit was placed in the hands of a mortal woman, this made the high command make the decision to banish Samael from heaven, causing the creation of the demonic place known years later as Hell.

The word 'Hell' was derived from an Anglo-Saxon word hellia, that meant wicked or evil.

Samael’s wife, the first human woman ever created, Lilith, thrived with the decision. After being banished along with her husband, she empowered demon-kind with her voice and her songs. And as the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power.

To say Heaven was threatened by that fact was an understatement, according to the paperwork Adam - the first human man and soul to enter heaven – left, I was able to discover that the overpopulation was being handled through an extermination, a massive genocide is a correct termination. What I found interesting, was that the procedure ruled out hell-born beings, no exceptions, and no precedents of any contract with Samael or any form of power known to rule in hell.

To think Adam’s heart was so big that he decided to condemn only human souls, sparing “innocent” hell-born beings, is moronic. But as soon as I started to leave my obligations unattended to uncover the mystery of the excess of blood in the hands of the high command, my actions were noticed by Michael, the archangel of light.

“Demons... It seems as if I can never catch them all and destroy them, and their numbers continue to expand, corrupting the minds of mortals” he scoffed, picking up his cup of tea, “That’s no reason to go down and take their lives, if you’re so concerned about them corrupting mortals, shut down their access to portals-“ he interrupted me hitting the table hard, breaking the saucer on which he placed the cup, his voice became distorted and his eyes widened around his head, trying to intimidate me.

“They are sinful beasts who rejected our light so we help remove them from it and keep them in the shadows of Hell. We allow them to live, an example of the angel's merciful will, but their population must be... controlled, until they cease being an annoying, persistent thorn in the side of our family” he hissed.

“Our family, was pushed down a hole and since then, no one, not even you, has tried to establish any contact, don’t you think it’s almost an insult that Adam saw Samael before us? Because I do”

“You seem to have a clouded judgement” he adjusted his glasses with a stern movement.

“It’s as clear as ever, I go to earth, I see the souls go either up or dragged down, you’re the one that is clouded because you haven’t witnessed any of their pain”  my blood boiled causing my aura to manifest around me.

“Watch your words” he warned, his eyes flaring in a blue from of flame.

“I can't wait for him to find out, and what will be worse for you, is that everyone will know that you agreed to this from the beginning” I snickered, it was wrong to provoked him, but I felt as if I had the upper hand on him.

I wish someone had warned me of how wrong I was.

“You were the only “no” that day, you were the only one to try to defend his ideas” he thought out loud.

“So?” I asked confused, reaching for the door.

There was a shrill sound, the next thing I knew, I felt a horrible pain in my back, also heat, the air was humid and hot, a smell of blood between fresh and thousands of years old. I don't know how long I was face down in the dirt, I was only able to get up when the pain stopped enough and I was able to move to dry my tears. The dry, arid land under my hands and the sign in front of me confirmed my suspicions.

Son of a bitch had thrown me into Hell.

#alastor x reader #alastor #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel season 1

[schrodinger-swriter]

Lute with 5 please for the Hazbin Hotel + Tropes event?

Prompt 5 with Lute

Apologies if this is a little shortened, Anon, I must admit I was a little lost on ideas... though regardless, I hope this is okay!

I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

HANAHAKI:

Lute is the one to contract the disease... though is it still contracting if it develops within your own body rather than from the outside? She hides it, all too aware of what it means but too tied in her own work to do anything about it. Of course this means the two of you are not together, and she feels no reason to go searching for you... assuming she even actively knows she has feelings for you. She's stubborn, and at times can be a little dense. The only perk is that as an Exorcist, she can't die. At worst, her condition may stagnate at some point. Unable to kill her but unable to rid itself. She pushes away any questions of concern you throw her way. She's fine, it's none of your business.

Getting her to admit what she perceives as weakness is like pulling teeth... pulling roots. You'd find out when the scratching in her throat forces a violet wave of coughs out of her, sending golden blood and petals into the air.

She may not even directly confess, at least she won't say the words "I love you," but for the sake of comfort, let's just imagine whatever she says that gets her feelings across is enough to take the thorns out.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #lute imagine #lute x reader #lute x you

[nai-nyeartwork]

The AU you have where Vox is the vintage one and Alastor the modern one has been living in my head rent free. I can’t stop thinking about Vox being all bouncy and cartoony (definitely like you said, Roger Rabbit) and having very cartoon-esque physics and power base. Or Alastor still being radio but very much modern and staying ahead of the game. If you are willing and have any time to indulge me, I would love love love to hear more about your AU!!!

Hey! I'm happy you like this AU. I wish I had more time to explore or write a proper story for it since I have too many ideas for it. For this AU, Vox can upgrade himself to how he normally appears in the show but he honestly prefers staying like a cartoon demon since he thinks he is more powerful in that form. Like breaking the 4th wall and using cartoon logic to mess up hell's landscape/ other demons. When he does switch TV heads, because his retro TV got busted or needs to try a different attack, his powers will changed based on the type of media or how advanced the technology is. I keep thinking he secretly doesn't want Alastor to see him differently than his normal retro look since Vox knows how the Radio demon feels about technology. Since it sort of like a swap AU, Vox has two thralls, Valentino and Velvette instead of forming an alliance with them. He tricked Val into signing a contract with him when the moth demon was struggling with his porn studio or had problems with the shark mafia. While Velvette tried to confront Alastor and Vox to be the new overlord media but lost against Vox. He kept her around since she seemed useful and would call on her more than Val when it came to promoting his or Alastor's broadcasts. Vox still lets his thralls try to make their own business but constantly demands their assistance for random dangerous schemes. If the Vees oppose or try to avoid Vox, then he will control them like puppets with his inky cable wires. The Vees are up to date with hells society even using advanced technology thanks to Alastor, but because they are under contract their appearance remains the way they arrived to hell? Or like vintage animation style? Like Val’s appearance has 70s archie animation/comic style while Velvet's is more 80s lolita anime (kinda like Perfect Blue).  Meanwhile, Alastor still befriends Rosie who also has to catch up with the time. He often promotes her business since Rosie's cannibal town has become more like a meat/food factory. Rosie often repurposes any meat, scales, teeth, and angel feathers/blood to sell at her cannibal markets.

Husker stays as an overlord but owes a favor to the Media Overlords, and often plays host to them whenever they visit his casino. I was gonna make Niffty an overlord too but I haven't decided what type she would be or just be Alastor's assistant.

I kind of want Vox to help the Hazbin Hotel and Charlie (if I don't change her and the other hazbin residents roles too much). He wants to help the hotel because Vox's end game would be controlling them. Alastor only offers to help the hotel when Vox asks him to otherwise he doesn't bother to interact with the other residents or with Charlie since he has a podcast to run.

As for Vox and Alastor's relationship, they can be very professional in front of strangers/public while with associates/friends they get a little affectionate. They are on guard constantly and only trust each other since they are media demons. In private, they are very vulnerable and give each other a lot of aftercare. Or try to have a few mental breaks from upholding an image to the public. Like Vox has a whole-ass aftercare routine when Alastor is stressed and doesn't want to listen to demons due to his radio abilities. He even mutes himself and plays silent films while Alastor hides under a blanket with noise-cancelling headphones on. And when Vox destroys or needs to repair his TV head, Alastor always makes sure to have spare parts and tools on hand to assist him. He is used to repairing Vox and acting like a doctor for him.

They have been together for so long in hell, they lose their shit if the other overlord gets hurt or someone tries to take them away since in their eyes no one else compares.

And that's all I have folks!

#staticradio #radiostatic #staticlovetune #swap au #I might call it retroswing au #I don't know

[gelukart]

Hazbin Hotel/Legally Blonde Crossover Au! :0

I don’t even know if anybody else will see the vision/ comparison but I was obsessed with the LB musical when I was younger and Charlie just reminds me so much of Elle woods maybe it the stubborn optimism or just how both are so supportive of people around them and trying to help others idk but I just thought it would work so well (also they’re both blonde lmao )

My idea of how everyone would fit into this AU:

Okay so Charlie, for the reasons previously mentioned, is Elle woods. I thought of Adam and Lute being the Warren and Vivian roles but like… Charlie and Adam where not not dating. Idk what the specific reason would be for Charlie to go to law school just that Adam inspires it by not taking Charlie seriously, and then once they get to law school Lute is like basically her bully and standing with Adam (whether Adam and Lute are involved romantically is up to personal interpretation ig). Emmett’s role would be split up between two characters with the romantic interest part taken by Vaggie and the mentoring being taken by Husk but both are supportive of Charlie in helping her reach her law-er-ing goals. Alastor would be professor Callahan (probably with out the SA like in the original musical :’)) but yeah like blood in the water is very alastor in that “I’m gonna mentor you but manipulate at the same time” way. This is also why I thought it’d make sense for Husk to play a part in the Emmett role, since Emmett is kind of stuck to Callahan but is believes in Elle’s ability (which I think Husk does too towards the end of season 1 which is nice).

As for the big Wyndham trial it would basically be The Vees V. Angel Dust. Angel is the defendant (Brook Wyndham) who is accused of murdering Valentino (Hayworth Wyndham) but won’t give any information or alibi and won’t take a plea deal. I think it would make more sense but maybe be less impactful if Husk got him to confess he was innocent as opposed to Charlie (idk maybe both Husk and Charlie get him to say smth idk???) I think it would be funny tho if Angel wishes he did but is innocent and pissy about it for a bit.

Velvette maybe stands in as the pool boy but maybe instead of hinting at an affair like in the original it’s more having to do with Angel’s contract with Val and trying to work for Velvette but turns out it a baseless allegation and Velvette don’t not give af about Angel just tryna take shit off of Vox.

Speaking of! Lastly Vox would be the role of Chutney, and it would ultimately be revealed he killed Val thinking it was Angel. (The reason for tryna kill him is probably smth petty idk)

There are a lot of character I couldn’t think of concrete roles for but this was just a silly idea I had last night while listening to ready for this (like bruhhhh Charlie is so Elle woods especially the beginning) idk I hope it make sense somewhat or at the very least someone else finds it funny lol

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