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Candy "Apples"- 3/7/2024

Al isn't even in the same room, he can just sense the anger and betrayal (I had to do this after finding out that Lucifer loves caramel apples).

i don't plan on this blog only being full of Hazbin Hotel fanart HH has just been on my mind 😂

Three darling daughters #girldad

I get that Charlie's personality is probably inspired by Disney princesses, but i like to think that even her other day-to-day clothes are still some dapper fits that give off more a "Prince Charming" vibe

since I did some fancy outfit fuckery with Al and Charlie, I figured Vaggie should be next,,,

I've never really drawn these two, so it was fun! (Probably going to try and do everyone at this point)

Simply Him

Lucifer x Reader

chapter 1

summary: Charlie invites a succubus-human hybrid overlord from lust to help her with her project. It takes a long time and a lot of hard work, but eventually, the three of you have guests wanting to be redeemed, and Charlie's father comes to see his daughter's work. If only he knew the way he made your legs all shaky and your insides all gooey from a simple glance.

oh, how you would do anything for your king.

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a.n: i love lucifer with my entire being and i havent seen any fics with this concept so i did it myself

OTHER LUCIFER WRITERS, YOU HAVE MY HEART kiss kiss

cross posted on ao3

As you stood in the Pride Ring, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling Hellish world around you, a figure approached you. At first, you paid her no mind, but as she drew closer, you couldn't help but notice her presence. With bright blond hair and fiery red eyes, she exuded an air of confidence and intensity that was impossible to ignore. It was clear that she was someone important, and as she introduced herself as Charlotte Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer and Lillith, and the Princess of Hell, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Despite her slightly nervous demeanor, Charlotte's words were kind and inviting. She spoke of redemption and a new life in heaven, promising a carefree and joyous existence that was impossible for most to resist. As she spoke, you found yourself drawn in, intrigued by the possibility of a new beginning. However, it was clear that she had mistaken you for a sinner, as you wandered the Pride Ring like you owned it. You couldn't blame her for the assumption, though - it was an easy mistake to make in such a place and one that you knew others would make in the future.

When you didn't respond to her, but instead gave her a gentle smile, she thought you were politely declining her offer to stay at her newly owned hotel as a chance for redemption.

"Sweetie, I'm not a sinner," you told her, and her face fell.

As you reflect on the conversation, you can't help but understand why she and countless others suspected you of being a dead soul. Your appearance didn't exactly scream "Hellborn", which was a common trait amongst most demons. You supposed it was because of your unique genetic makeup; a mixture of demon and human DNA. This was a result of your demon mother having a romantic encounter with a human, which led to your unconventional existence. Your physical appearance was a constant reminder of your hybrid heritage, which made you feel like an outsider in the demon world.

With excessive enthusiasm, Charlie approached you and nearly invaded your personal space while apologizing profusely. Despite this, you chuckled and calmly reassured her that there was no need to worry. Finally, she let go of your hands and stepped back, revealing a curious expression. "If you don't mind me asking," she began, "what exactly are you? You don't resemble a Hellhound, one of the Deadly Sins, or an Imp, so, colour me curious."

"I'm half succubus, half human," you exclaimed, your voice betraying a mix of pride and uncertainty. You couldn't help but notice the way the girl in front of you fidgeted with her fingers as if trying to hide her hands. You decided to help her out and stepped forward, allowing her to take in your appearance. Your hot pink skin shimmered a burgundy under the red light of Hell's sky, and two small horns protruded from your hairline. You unfurled your wings, causing the air around you to ripple, and your tail, tipped off with a heart, swayed behind you. In most ways, you looked like a normal Succubus, but your face was incredibly human-looking, with soft curves and delicate features. Charlie's eyes widened with wonder as she took in your appearance, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. After all, it wasn't every day that someone saw a hybrid such as yourself.

"But, I'd be happy to help out with your hotel. I'm pretty influential down in Lust," you said, unable to resist a little boasting. Charlie looked at you with confusion, her brows furrowed, but you introduced yourself anyway, hoping to put her at ease.

As you told her your name, she turned towards you and extended her delicate hand, her soft palm facing upwards. You placed your hand on hers and she clasped it gently, her fingers curling around yours. With a smile, she introduced herself to you in a less-than-formal manner. The warmth of her handshake and the kindness in her eyes made you feel at ease, something you hadn't felt since leaving the Ring of Lust, your home.

With that, you and Charlie embarked on a journey to the opposite side of Pentagram City. As you walked, you kept your eyes peeled for anything new that might catch your interest. However, after exploring most of one ring, you realize that there isn't much left to discover. Throughout the journey, Charlie kept rambling on about her belief that sinners could be redeemed and that many of the souls that ended up in Hell didn't deserve to be exterminated by Heaven. You listened intently, and on some level, you agreed with her perspective.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the hotel. However, your eyes almost bugged out of your head when you saw its condition. The place was derelict, practically falling to pieces, with peeling paint, broken windows, and a general air of neglect. But to your surprise, Charlie seemed proud of it. She explained that it was meant to be a safe haven for sinners seeking redemption and that they were working hard to fix it up.

Despite its dilapidated state, you couldn't help but admire the effort and dedication that Charlie was going to put into the hotel. You realized that her work was important and that she was fighting for a cause she truly believed in. It was really rather admirable.

"It needs some work, but here it is! What do you think?" You chose to keep your mouth closed and simply gave her a thumbs up. She ushered you inside, where it looked even worse. "Okay, well, it needs a lot of work," she drawled out at last. As you both watched a large chunk of the ceiling cave in and fall, landing mere feet away from where the two of you stood, a pair of hurried footsteps were heard. Looking up, you saw another girl.

"What happened? Are you okay Charlie?" she asked hurriedly. The princess carefully stepped around the rubble in the middle of the floor and headed over to the new face.

Charlie, with a calm and reassuring tone, addressed the stranger (though really, you were the stranger), assuring her that she was alright by saying "I'm okay, Vaggie." She then proceeded to place her hands gently on Vaggie's shoulders to further emphasize her words and comfort her.

Vaggie let out a sigh of relief, thankful that Charlie hadn't been hurt, when her eyes finally landed on you. Noticing this, the princess turned back to you so that she could introduce you to each other.

"Welcome, Y/n! I'm thrilled to introduce you to my dearest friend Vaggie," Charlie exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Vaggie's shoulders in a warm embrace. Vaggie's face lit up with a bright smile as she welcomed me with open arms, allowing Charlie to cozy up to her as much as she wanted. "I'm so excited to have you on board to help us with the hotel!" Charlie's enthusiasm was palpable, and it was easy to see why. This was her dream, slowly but surely coming to fruition, and she couldn't wait to share it with anyone who would give her the time of day. As Charlie had nervously approached you earlier, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hesitation. She had been wandering around the city for hours, completely lost and with no means of navigation. Her phone battery had died, leaving her feeling vulnerable and helpless. Despite her apprehension, she took a gamble and explained her situation to you. The fact that you not only listened to her attentively but also offered to help her was a wonderful thing in her opinion. She couldn't believe that a stranger would go out of their way to assist her, especially since you didn't know her personally. Your kindness and willingness to help left a lasting impression on Charlie. She felt grateful and relieved, realizing that there were good people in Hell who were willing to lend a helping hand.

She decided to give you a brief tour, and as you followed her, she pointed out various areas of the hotel. She showed you where the kitchen was, but explained that it was still unusable due to the extensive damage it had suffered. She then walked you through each floor of the hotel, highlighting where the bathrooms were located. As she took you through the hotel, she explained that she and Vaggie had managed to reconstruct a few of the rooms. These were the rooms that she showed you in more detail, pointing out the various features that they had managed to restore. She also mentioned that they had decided to prioritize renovating these rooms first so that they could have a comfortable living space while they worked on the rest of the hotel.

Overall, the tour was informative and gave you a good sense of the state of the hotel and the progress that had been made so far.

Charlie brought you back to the lobby area, where Vaggie had patiently waited for the two of you. Charlie asked you once again about your thoughts on the hotel so far. You didn't want to sound rude, as Charlie had been kind enough to provide you with a room for your stay. However, you felt like it was important to let her know that there was a lot of work needed to be done to improve the hotel.

"Charlie, I have to say that I appreciate what you're doing here. It's admirable that you're taking on this project and trying to make something of this building." You paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to convey your concerns without sounding too critical. "That being said, I think it's important to acknowledge that it's going to take a lot of work to make this presentable. It's not just a matter of cleaning up or organizing things. There are structural issues that need to be addressed, and the building itself needs some serious TLC."

Charlie's shoulders slumped a little as you spoke, and you regretted your choice of words. You could see that she was already feeling overwhelmed by the task at hand, and you didn't want to discourage her further. "I'm sorry, Charlie. I don't mean to sound discouraging. I just want to be honest with you about what needs to be done. But I have faith in you. I know that with some elbow grease and determination, we can make this place shine."

Charlie nodded, grateful for your encouragement. She knew that the project was going to be a lot of hard work, but she was determined to see it through. Hearing someone else acknowledge the challenges only reinforced her resolve.

She had always been known for her unwavering determination, a trait she inherited from her mother. However, it was her father's innate sense of creativity that set her apart. With the perfect blend of both qualities and with your and Vaggie's help, she was absolutely certain that the three of you could turn this place into a breathtaking masterpiece that would leave everyone in awe.

"Would you like to go and get your things?" Charlie asked after a few moments. It took you a second to figure out what she meant, but then it hit you that she had kindly offered you a room in the hotel while you worked there. You had accepted her generous offer. On the way to the hotel only an hour ago, Charlie had asked you a bit about yourself and decided that, once the building looked a little nicer, you would be responsible for advertising Charlie, the hotel, and her concept.

As she posed her question, you nodded in response. The three of you then left the hotel and began to make your way to your small apartment, which you had managed to pay for by doing odd jobs for your favourite of all the Seven Deadly Sins. Throughout the journey, Vaggie remained silent, while Charlie's curiosity got the better of her, and she began to ask you questions one after the other. You listened to each of her queries carefully and answered them diligently. Throughout the conversation, they discovered that you were nearly a millennium old and that your father was an 11th-century sailor whom your mother had intensely loved. You also revealed that you occasionally worked for Asmodeus by singing for the patrons in his club, Ozzie's. Furthermore, you mentioned that your best friend was an Imp from Pride who also worked for Ozzie in Lust. As soon as you stepped into your apartment, you were amazed to see Charlie opening a portal that led directly into one of the refurbished rooms. You couldn't believe your eyes. Your first priority was your bedroom. You started by sorting through your closet and drawers, making sure everything was in order. You placed all of your clothes, trinkets, and everything else on the bed, which was just on the other side of the portal. You were careful not to forget anything and made sure to pick up your laptop and any necessary cords before moving on to the bathroom. You handed over all of your products to Vaggie, and then quickly sorted through your linen closet. You selected your favorite towels and bed sheets and handed them to Charlie. You then sauntered into the living room and kitchen, taking in the surroundings, and instructed the two girls to carefully carry your TV through the portal. You sorted through the appliances in the kitchen, picking out the ones you thought would be more useful in the hotel's kitchen.

Once you were satisfied that you had everything you would need while living at the hotel, Charlie ushered you and Vaggie through the portal. As you walked through, you couldn't believe how seamless the transition was. Charlie closed the portal behind the three of you, and you were left in awe.

As the two girls prepared to depart, you instructed them to take the kitchen utensils and find a secure location to store them. They gathered everything they could carry, leaving you to tend to the task of organizing your belongings.

You carefully hung your dresses and other easily wrinkled articles in the closet, ensuring that they would remain in pristine condition. The remaining items were thoughtfully placed in the drawers located near the door frame of your personal bathroom. Your electronic devices and cords were meticulously arranged on the desk under the window, with your TV carefully positioned on top of the nearby chest of drawers. The bathroom products you rely on every day were neatly stored on the counter by the sink, waiting for you to add some shelves to organize your arsenal. Finally, you placed your linens under the bed, keeping them safely out of sight until you could find a more permanent storage solution.

As you finished your work, you looked out the window and noticed that the sun had already set. You could no longer hear Charlie's loud voice permeate through your door, which was a relief. Not that you particularly minded her noise, but it was nice to have some peace and quiet.

You and your mother both worked for Asmodeus, and she had been a server at Ozzie's for longer than you could remember. You had grown up in the restaurant, and it had become a second home to you. However, the constant loud music that was often played did a number on both her hearing and yours, so you were no stranger to loud noises.

You carefully sifted through your drawers, looking for the perfect nightgown to wear. After a few minutes, you found a beautiful, lacy one that caught your eye. You slipped it on and felt the soft fabric against your skin, instantly feeling more comfortable in your new surroundings. As you settled into the bed, you reached for your phone and placed it on the nightstand beside your head, making sure it was charging and within reach.

The bed felt wonderfully comfortable, and the pillows cradled your head and neck just right. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the tension of the day slowly melting away. The room was quiet and peaceful, and you could hear nothing but the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Finally, you drifted off to sleep, feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead. Tomorrow, you would start your work restoring the hotel, but for now, you allowed yourself to relax and recharge.

You had yet to realize just how much your life had improved.

The moment she realized she in danger

Vaggie

I did Vaggie!! Angel dust will be next!

Vaggie was, indeed, a challenge. Too many greys! 😭

Vaggie from hazbin hotel

Inserting my dank self into the chaos that is Hazbin Hotel

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Hazbin Hotel crew x Reader: general fluff hcs

A/n: 100+ follower special !!

I’ve been doing a lot of headcanons lately so I pinky promise there’ll be some kind of oneshot coming soon 🙏

Warnings: None !! Just some good old fashioned fluff :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 When Alastor forms a close bond with you (and I’ve mentioned this before), he’d want to spend more time with you. Even if that’s just sitting in silence together and reading your own separate books

📻𖤐 Who knows? Maybe he’d let you lean against him, head on his shoulder, as he reads to you?

📻𖤐 This guys primary love language is quality time for sure. A close second perhaps acts of service.

📻𖤐 Biggest mamas boy ever…. But I’m sure we all knew that already

📻𖤐 LOVES to go on walks with you, especially during the afternoon or at night.

📻𖤐 Would link your arm with his and chat with you as you went on your daily stroll together… you’re not quite sure when it became a routine but it did.

📻𖤐 Huuuggeee story teller

📻𖤐 100% laughs at dad jokes and will also make them from time to time

📻𖤐 Always winning every single IDGAF war because he genuinely, wholeheartedly, just doesn’t give two shits 💀💀

📻𖤐 Can’t swim. I don’t know how to explain why I think this but I just KNOW its true

📻𖤐 Freezes like a deer in headlights (quite literally) when you shine a bright enough light at him

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel would be the absolute BEST at giving out hugs oh my goddd, he’s got six arms for a reason, baby !

🕸️ᥫ᭡ I feel like he’d have fun dancing !! (I mean “Loser, Baby” was enough evidence for me)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Competitive as fuck, UNO would actually be so fun with him 😭 (gets so genuinely excited when he wins too, gloating about it and everything like he just won the lottery)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Biggest shoplifter ever and most of the time it’s not even because he can’t afford it, he just does it for fun.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Smells realllyyy good all the time, he’s got the best perfumes ever

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Spa-days/Self-care days quickly become a Saturday night thing for you two once you become one of his besties. And I’m talking the whole shabang like face masks, candles lit and snack tray out as he paints your nails for you 💕

🕸️ᥫ᭡ It’s something Angel genuinely looks forward to as well (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄⩊ᵒ̴̶̷᷅)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Primary love language is most likely physical touch, we’ve all seen how touchy he can get 🤞

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Getting to know his real name and getting to call him by it means he trusts you a lot, he doesn’t give that privilege out to just anybody.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ On a less serious note, he’s definitely a huge show off 💀💀

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Amazing at doing makeup, will do your makeup if you asked him to (might accidentally poke you in the eye or something though lmfaoo)

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Needs glasses and HAS them but just doesn’t wear them for whatever reason. He looks good in them though !!

🍺🃁 Cheats in any card game ever. Wins 9/10 against you because of that reason (he’s also a gambler so that’s a big factor as well obviously)

🍺🃁 Bros the type of guy to call you “doll” and “baby”

🍺🃁 Primary love language?? quality time 🙏 🙏acts of service and physical touch are both tied for second place (but you only ever really get the physical touch one if you’re his s/o)

🍺🃁 Again, we all saw “Loser, Baby” this mf can DANCE and he enjoys it too

🍺🃁 Jazz is one of Huskers favourite music genres for sure

🍺🃁 You two don’t really have a routine hangout type thing but he does enjoy it when you come around to the bar to just hang out with him while he cleans and whatnot :3

🍺🃁 Trust, you will be given a specialized nickname just for you once he considers you a close friend of his.

🍺🃁 He’s a great listener but gives very blunt advice, doesn’t sugarcoat shit if you ask him for his opinion on something.

🍺🃁 Weirdly caught up with mental health stuff, like he knows a lot about it

🍺🃁 Poor Husker does NOT like the cat noises he makes but he literally cannot control them 😭😭 (believe me, he’s tried)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is NOT a morning person, usually sleeps in until around noon

🗡️☪︎ Would have good fashion taste

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is also a very competitive UNO player, probably ends up yelling at Alastor for making her pick up all those “pick up four” cards when everyone plays together (yes, he looks smug as fuck while doing it and yes he was saving them just for her 💀💀)

🗡️☪︎ Has beef with almost all of the guys at the hotel but Husker is chill for the most part

🗡️☪︎ Adding onto that last one, it doesn’t really take much for a man to piss her off tbh (she’s so real for this)

🗡️☪︎ Would spar with you if you asked and gets really into it too !! She’s careful not to actually hurt you though and it’s a great way of bonding with her (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🗡️☪︎ Verrryyyyy jealous girl, remember when Emily took Charlie’s hands in the heaven episode?? (The look on her face made me giggle)

🗡️☪︎ Hates pickles. She just looks like she’d be a pickle hater

🗡️☪︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ Charlie is infact a morning person and wakes up at the crack of dawn everyday for zero reason whatsoever 💀

⭐️☀︎ She does her absolute best to include everyone in every activity going on, she doesn’t ever want anybody in the hotel to feel excluded

⭐️☀︎ Biggest shipper EVER. You ever told her you have a crush on someone here?? Oh god..

⭐️☀︎ She’ll silently fan girl from a distance whenever you and your crush are together to the point Vaggie has to drag her away

⭐️☀︎ Charlie can be a little bit overwhelming at times but her happiness is suppeerrr contagious

⭐️☀︎ The best way to spend time and bond with her?? Literally just offer to do anything with her and she’ll do it, I don’t think she’s too picky

⭐️☀︎ Learnt some Spanish from Vaggie and tries to use it with her to be all romantic but her pronunciations are fucked up (She’s trying her hardest guys okay 😞🙏)

⭐️☀︎ Totally asked Vaggie one time as a pick up line if she fell from heaven and she broke out into a sweat (poor girl)

⭐️☀︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation. quality time is somewhere up there too though

⭐️☀︎ Will break out into song a lot and it’s kinda funny to watch

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Acts a lot like a hyperactive toddler on crack. Has zero chill and it’s pretty rare to see her actually calm

🧼𐙚 I think Niffty lowkey has stage freight, like we all see how she just automatically freezes up when a camera is on (I mean it’s happened twice in the show already)

🧼𐙚 Takes a lot after Alastor, sees him as some sort of older brother figure as well 😞🩵

🧼𐙚 When playing UNO, she’d fucking EAT the cards so she’d win. Deadass just nom nom nom that shit

🧼𐙚 She’s a big giggler, she’ll laugh and giggle at almost everything so it’s not hard to get her to do so

🧼𐙚 She’d probably really enjoy it if you let her just sit with you for a while and braid your hair (But she’d steal some for her “collection” in the process)

🧼𐙚 I’m actually not too sure what Nifftys love language would even be? Perhaps acts of service (she is a maid, after all)

🧼𐙚 Okay 99% sure this is actually canon but she’s a hardcore germophobe, can’t handle when things are cluttered or a mess.

🧼𐙚 Has a collection of cleaning supplies in her room

+ Bonus !!

‧₊˚✧ Vox ✧˚₊‧

📺☆ Whenever Vox is sleeping or thinking really hard about something, the voxtek symbol will bounce around on his screen like the DVD logo thing

📺☆ Not very big on pda, he has an image to uphold, after all. (But he would enjoy affection in private though)

📺☆ Not above watching you through whatever technology you have, he spies on you a lot 💀💀

📺☆ Also guys…… stop pretending Vox isn’t a whiny little bitch, because he is (trust me y’all, read some of @bigfatbimbo’s stuff)

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

Merr Chrismas

(Vaggie is having a heart attack from babey vibe overload in the background)

Seriously tho, merry Christmas/Hanukkah/miscellaneous festive season.

- Pasta

𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? (DISCONTINUED)

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel x G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; Abusive behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Blood, Stabbing,  Implications of death, Suicide, Masochism

Word count ; 2.4k 

summary ; You finally snap back at your mother, after years of abuse. But something in your brain tells you she still loves you after all of these years. Even after you’ve snapped.

ೃ⁀➷ Prologue, ꕥ chapter I ꕥ Chapter II

“After all, this is your dream isn’t it?”

A soft, warm hand slowly find its way upon your face to cup your cheek in a firm grip. As you stand there like a deer in the headlights, frozen. You feel a chill running down your spine as your body begins to tense, the woman in front of you keeping her calm, collected face.

Her smile is soft, as if giving you a false sense of hope and comfort. Her kind eyes are a deep purple, burning right into your souls as she stares at you. Her breath is steady. 

If you’d see this playing out from afar you would’ve though she was just a kind mother tending to their child, but your not some stranger looking from the outside to see what’s happening within, you are her child. Her firm grip on your cheek hurts, you wanted to scream at her, tell her it hurt, tell her to get off of you but nothing came out. 

“Sweetie, you know i want the best for you, right? Wasting your time on silly things like music will get you in the way of your studying!”

Her voice sounds like a freshly made batch of honey, it was sweet but there was a hint of sharpness to her tone. You felt as if poison was dripping from her teeth. She was outright pissed but she was not planning on showing it. Her grip on your cheek gets firmer as you keep quiet, you feel as if your voice has stopped working as if somebody has removed your ability to speak. 

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“No i wish to keep singing!”

Everything got quiet, your voice was the only thing echoing through room. The face of the woman in front of you looks surprised. How dare her child talk back to her? After everything she has done, this is the thanks she gets?

Your hand curls up into a fist as you try to stop yourself from crying. 

“No? NO? What has gotten into you! You’d never get the idea to speak back to your mother that way!”

Her sharp tone was meet with silence, she takes a long second — the clock on the wall indicating it went exactly 5 seconds before she laughed and continued; 

“Hah! It’s those music friends of yours isn’t it? Putting silly ideas into your head! Of course they would use you! Just so they could produce music—“

“—That’s not true!”

You interrupted your mother once again, defending your friends. How could she belive that they were using you? They weren’t using you, were they..? You hesitate before you continue.

“…They only wish what’s best for me...“

You feel anger, rage and hatred brewing inside of you. The woman before you is supposed to be your mother a shoulder to lean on somebody you can trust. Then why is she making you feel this way again..? Why is she making you feel so small. You feel a sense of nervousness hit you as she stays silent, the only noise heard is coming from that damn clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick

Slap.

You feel panic settling, the recent feelings of anger and rage vanish as fear quickly overtakes your emotions. You have fucked up this time, you have messed up this time. The woman before you inhales and then exhales in a rhythmic manner. Her face changes in a matter of seconds, what used to be rage is now replaced with a calm cold smile. 

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The grip on your cheek stays firm, how could such a soft hand ever hurt this badly? Her eyes were burning into your soul as you look down on the cold hardwood floor.

Music was your creative outlet — the only way for you to be yourself, the only way for you to be you. 

And now she is taking that way from you. The monster you call your mother is an evil creature, a vile monster. Only thinking of herself. Only wishing to fulfill her own wishes and needs, so why were you still here? You take a deep breath as tears begin forming in the corner of your eyes. You lift your head slowly as your eyes meet hers. The clock on the wall ticks, indicating that it has only been seconds before your gazes meet, but even so it felt like hours. Her gaze scared you to say the least.

“Now come on, dear. Time is ticking, let’s not waste more of your precious study time!  I’ll help clean your room for any distractions after dinner, alright?”

Her voice sounds happy and context especially when she mentioned studying. You feel your own throat tightening, as if you’re breathing through a small straw. A bunch of feelings start brewing inside you once more, a mixture of hatred, pain and betrayal. You have been following her every word for years, and now she wishes to remove your last creative outlet.? Right after snooping around in your room! Without your permission?! No! This isn’t right! She’s not treating you right! She’s a monster! She’s not doing this for your own good!…

…..

……………..

...but she’s doing this for your own good.. right? This is only to help benefit your future. I’m sure of it! She only wishes the best for you. She’s worried for you that must be it!

She feeds you, takes care of you, helps pay for your school material and so much more! …The least you can do is study to fulfill your (her) dream. To make your mother proud.

“You know i only do this because i love you.”

Your shoulders tense even more at her words, ‘love’? This is love? … of course it is! She’s doing this because she loves you! 

Your breathing starts to become more steady now, as the tears you have been building up vanishes. You take a quick concentrated breath before you smile. It’s a smile you have been wearing for years, as long as you can make her happy that’s all you’ve ever wanted. A smile that has never failed you or your mother. You open your mouth as you say; 

“Of course mom, i better get back to studying before dinner. I apologize for speaking with such aggression earlier.!” 

Those words roll off the tongue so easily, when was the last time you actually meant words like that? Your mother smiles back at you giving a content ‘hm’ as she lets go of your cheek, and walks off into the kitchen. You exhale loudly feeling the tension in the room disappearing completely. You feel an acing where her hand had been and so you make your way to the bathroom. One step after another. Once you finally reach the bathroom, you let your hands rest on the sink as you look yourself in the mirror. Your face looks.. calm with nothing but a small bruise on your cheek. You softly sigh to yourself trying to ignore the earlier interaction.

The rest of the day seems like a blur.

Blink.

You are sitting in your room. The afternoon sun shines trough the large windows that’s in front of your desk. You squint slightly as you shift in your soft chair, looking down on the desk as you’re presented with a paper in front of you. The paper has the headline ‘Math, entrance exam XXXX’ with bold text. You sigh, as you move your hand letting the pen flow as you answer the questions. One by one by one by one by one by one

Blink.

Your eyes scan through the book, you feel the sharp pages fall past your thumb.  ‘218..218..218..’ 

You stop flipping trough the book as you find the page you have been searching for — page 218 ‘Light and its light source’ you allowed yourself to read the book, letting your brain take in the knowledge of the words. 

‘Reflection of light occurs when light traveling through one material bounces off a different material‘ god your head hurts. 

You close the book with a yawn as you pick up your pencil moving the book to the side. You wait for your wrist to start moving but it didn’t, why isn’t your hand cooperative with your brain? Why can’t you write some simple words. Why can’t you just  make her proud?

Blink. 

“[Name], dear! Dinner is finished!”

Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe, 

You drop the pencil that has been cramping your hand for a long while. You feel a slightly sense of relief washing over you as you stand up leaving the ‘comfort’ of your now uncomfortable chair. 

“Coming!” 

There’s that voice. Your voice. You stop in your tracks as your voice echos through your brain. You snap back to reality as you feel yourself almost falling over, your vision blurry as you rest against the wall. You had obviously stood up way to fast for your body to register that, but it still suprised you every time it happened.

Breath. 

You lean on the wall for a long second letting you regain your senses before you reach for the door handle and gently open the door. 

Your steps are quiet as you exit your room walk down the stairs, a strong smell of food fills your nostrils.

Blink.

“What do you think honey? I made your favorite!”

She smiles at you, this time it’s a more genuine smile as her gaze is focused on you. You look down to see half of your plate already finished, did you eat that? Your eyes scan the table then they find their way to meet your mother’s eyes, you can’t recall eating the meal at all.?

“It tastes Devine mother! Perhaps we should cook a meal together next time?” 

Why did you suggest that? She nods at you as her smile widens and a small giggle escapes your lips. 

“Of course, dear! How about we prepare tomorrow’s dinner together?”

You smile at her suggestion, a strained smile.

“I’d love that”

Blink.

You slip your shoes on, starting from the left and then slipping on the right one. 

“Mother, I’m heading out for a walk now!”

Once again your voice echo in your head. Did you always sound like that? These are not your stupid words! 

“Alright dearie, please do be careful now!”

You nod as her words as you struggle a bit putting on your jacket.

“It’s quite dark and we wouldn’t want you hurt for the big day tomorrow! Make sure not to—!”

Right. Tomorrow. You’ll be busy all day doing entrance exams, so you can finally fulfill your her dream of becoming a doctor! Dream? Wait.. what is a dream? What is your dream..?

“—! Hey! Are you alright [Name]? Did you hear what i said?”

You snap back to reality, as you ignore your thoughts and shake your head slightly.

“Alrighty, i just told you not to be too late, since we have to prepare dinner.”

Blink.

The water softly hits your umbrella, it’s been pouring ever since dinner and it shows no signs on stopping. 

With every step you take there’s a little ‘splash’ sound following you.  

Splash. Splash. Splash. 

The sound is comforting, a repetitive noise, a noise that never keeps you guessing, a noise never makes you uneasy. You look up slightly noticing the dimly lit street lights and cloudy sky, your eyes stay fixated on the sky for a bit as you see multiple stars. Beautiful bright stars. One day you will become one too right? A beautiful star, shining bright. 

A smile creeps upon your face as you zone out taking slow steps forward, keeping your gaze fixated on the stars. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

There a star standing out above the rest, it must be a sign, right? It’s trying to tell you, how your gonna become a bright star just like that one! 

One step after another. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

Another step after another.

Blink.

There’s a knife-stand in front of you, what just happened..? Weren’t you just outside? What happened to the comfort of the rain.? You sigh in confusion trying to make sense of the current events, but nothing seems to click. 

“Darling! As you cut the meat, make sure to cut them in even squares, it will leave everybody a fair share of their portion whenever it is served! If you have any questions I’ll be cleaning your room!”

Her voice was soft — warm even. Alright, it appears you have got to cut the meat, you take a mental note of cutting them evenly. You take one of the more expensive cutting knives, you can just hear how sharp it is at you pull it out of its original spot. Better be careful.

You sigh as you walk over to the cutting board.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.

Wait, Pause, Hold on. Did she say clean your room? No.. she can’t do that, she can’t go snooping again. You drop the task at hand as you rush up the stairs and quickly enter your room with the sharp knife still in your hand. 

The sight of your mother humming as she removes your prized possessions in your room hurts you. How could she do this? You feel a sense of anger rushing over you. This is an anger like never before. It isn’t slowly brewing, this one  is quick and you feel yourself seeing red. Red was such a pretty color, a pretty, pretty, pretty color! You smile as you giggle slightly.

Blink.

Red. You watch as your mother struggles on the hardwood floor. You feel the corners of your mouth pull upwards as you tower over her weak powerless body. You feel a sense of control for once in your life, and god it tasted wonderful. You could feel yourself getting used to this feeling. 

“Beg. Beg and maybe I’ll spare you.” 

Your tone was harsh. You loved seeing her squirm and as she looks up to meet your cold eyes, she gets another stab wound to her throat. The noises she was making was wonderful, the pain she was enduring made you feel happy for once, was this real happiness? You pull out the knife as you watch her bleed out.

Blink.

You feel your hands slowly raise themselves up towards your throat, you smile to yourself knowing this is your last goodbye, your grand finale so-to-speak. A grand exit that you would never forget. Your hands slowly gets closer and closer before you feel a sharp pain in throat, it hurt but you kept stabbing it over and over and over and over the pain was that of something unlike you’ve ever experienced before, it felt like heaven, like you were finally free. You feel yourself growing weak and you slip onto the floor next to your mother.. you get one last glance at her dead body as your eyelids grow heavy, you allow yourself to close your eyes one final time.

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Ahem! And that’s the ending of the prologue! I hope everybody had a great time listening to my little story telling, I’m not used to doing any of this but i hope everyone who stayed will tune in whenever i read the first chapter to you guys! Sound good? Good!

Run along now! And don’t forget to bring some snacks for the next story reading session!

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𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? II (DISCONTINUED)

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel X G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; implications of Abuse/Manipulation

Word count ; 5.9K

Summary ; You and Rosie are on an outing together, purchasing clothing and eat a meal together! Little did you know you were about to start a new chapter in your life.

⁀➷Prologue, ꕥ chapter I, ꕥ Chapter II

The grass excels a beautiful green color as it gently flows with the breeze, allowing it to pass through with multiple leaves and petals that have fallen from the mixed trees. The different trees sway softly as they sunbathe underneath the tropical sun. There’s a soft smell of grass and flowers that beams through the air. 

The park is as empty as ever— not a sound can be heard. The flower gardens are overgrown and the benches are on their last leg, as vines have taken over the majority of them, painting them in the colors of nature; with the orange slowly but surely fading away. 

Your eyes stare at the photo of Minori, Yuki, Rinku and you.. standing in this park on its dock with big smiles on your faces. You look so happy.. 

They look so happy.. you were at peace when you were with them.

You can still remember the scent from the picture, even if your only looking at it. You smile sadly at your phone, you miss them, you really do but your mother has restricted you from seeing them under the exam-season. Yes, you may have not obeyed that rule as you’ve been meeting them in secret, but it still pained you that you weren’t allowed to be with them. 

According to your mother they were ‘bad influences’, due to them not being ‘study motivated’. 

You have tried explaining to her that you did help them by tutoring them, she got very angry — or maybe annoyed was the right word? Either way she told you that it would stunt your own development if you needed to assist others all of the time instead of focusing on my own studies. Her claims were ludicrous, but she is your mother after all, and they.. do know best. 

Your eyes scan the photo, it looks so cheerful, you were all doing silly little poses while smiling. The matching flowers you all decided to wear in your hair blends very well with the cherry blossom leaves falling in the background of the photo. The screen light is the only thing you can focus on right now, as the ends of your bittersweet smile can only grow. 

That day was one of the best days in your life. You were able to clear your head, be away from your studies and you were able to be with your friends. It was an actual dream come true and you wanna go back to that moment.. maybe if you just space out you can relive that moment..

“[Name] what are you looking at, dear?”

Her smile is sweet, offering you your false sense of security like she always does. Or maybe it is real..? 

You snap out of your day dreaming state, her voice fills the empty air as she speaks your name. Your vision blurs and you blink helping you regain your vision whilst putting your phone down — looking around. 

You are standing in a darkened room, it’s filled with quiet whispers as they look at the different exhibits. Wait.. weren’t you just at home? When did you go to the art exhibit. You can’t seem to remember anything as your eyes fixate of your mother remembering her question.

“Ah, i was just looking at the time”

You pause before you continue,

“I know you allowed me to have a study free day so i could join you at this art exhibit, and i am thankful that you wish for me to broaden my creative mind! So i was only checking the time making sure we didn’t have to go home anytime soon!”

Lies, lies and more lies drip through your teeth, it’s like your whole life is built up on lies. Lies to please her, lies to please your mother. You feel your own body enter a dull state, slowly draining all your emotions like a puppet on a string, your eyes feel more dull, you can barely remember if you have blinked at all.. you force a smile as your eye twitches, luckily your mother didn’t notice.

“I’m glad you are enjoying your time here, honey! How about we take a look at that painting over there?” 

She asks you; looking at you expectantly awaiting a response.

“Yes mother, let’s! It looks quite lovely from over here.”

Her face turned into a pleased expression clasping her hands together as she begins to make her way towards the painting. You follow — having your hands intertwined as they sit in front of you. You keep a steady pace as you follow her, hearing a tap with every step you take. You swiftly make your way to a small crowd of people admiring the displayed painting.

You squish yourself into the crowd surrounding the painting. It reeked of perfume, it made your nose scrunch up as you felt the different fragrances collide creating that horrid stench. You look to your right — eyeing your mother before you follow her gaze letting yours land on the painting. It is a very strange piece.? It has a few lines and circles drawn on it. It barely had any variation with shapes or colors, it was a simple painting only using different shades of greens and blues. How do people enjoy this so called ‘art’? It feels empty, there’s no thought or emotion put into that thing.. there’s no message the art is trying to forward, there’s no eye catching features, it’s a whole lot of nothing. At least from what you can tell. 

You grow restless.. the painting goes from boring to ugly, you don’t want to see it anymore, no. You want to leave.. standing in the crowd makes you feel nervous, it feels as if a pair of eyes are always on you, the feeling haunts you and sends a shiver down your spine. Despite this spacious room and the fact it’s not filled to the brim with people you still fear that you are being watched, making you feel a need to make no mistake. Make no mistake. You can’t make a mistake. Ever. Never ever. Why is the room so wide.. why is it so dark, why is it so cold..? 

You exhale quietly and you swore you were able to see a little cloud form in front of your face due to the chilly air. A voice snaps you out of your strange day dreaming state once again. 

“Dear this piece has such value doesn’t it?”

God, you really gotta stop doing this. Your neck snaps towards your mother’s direction, a forced smile stays plastered on your face. 

“Yes of course, i liked its creative aspects quite a lot.”

Lies, come on just speak the truth!

“Are you ready to move onto the next piece?”

Yes, you don’t want to be here: you wish for her to let you go home.

“Yes mother!”

You escape the rich scent making your way out of the crowd. 

Clack. That sound echoed though the venue as the picture perfect mother and child makes their way to another painting, this one only had a few people admiring it and you mentally relaxed ever so slightly — knowing it won’t have that rich people scent all over the place. Your mother and you finally reach the painting, your eyes land on the colorful canvas and it reminds you of something. 

The painting resembles a beautiful flower that’s placed inside of a vase, that is on a cozy wooden table. The flower in itself struck you with such a spesific feeling, like something you’ve seen before. It has such gradient colors and this is something that pulls you in. You could tell that the artist has put their heart and soul into this and there is definitely some kind of message that you might not be able to decipher — but you knew that this painting was something special.. Wait a minute.. 

It’s as if a puzzle has been solved inside of your brain, a certain piece of said puzzle that has been misplaced finally finds its place. This flower is recognizable due to it being the same flower you and your friends were wearing in the picture! You feel a strange wave of happiness sending throughout your body, you feel like you’re back in control it’s you now, it’s really you. Like the strings have been lifted but you lifted them on your own.

“Oh my god, [Name]? I never knew you were into art, what are you doing here!”

Arms wrap around your shoulders as you hear a chuckle, they spin you around only to lock you in a hug. Your eyes lay upon the figure who’s hugging you, it was the one and only Yuki. She normally isn’t this affectionate, but it’s probably due to the fact you haven’t been able to meet her a lot recently. 

“Oh, dear is this a friend of yours?”

You freeze in Yuki’s grip feeling her arms gently let go of you, freeing you from her warm embrace. You don’t want her to meet her, what if she.. disapproved.?

“Yes mother, this is Yuki!”

You pause before you stand in the middle of the two your eyes mostly staying on your mothers. 

Her snake eyes — eye Yuki up and down with a judgmental look before her face softens up and she smiles calmly.

“Hello there Yuki, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Your body leans against the oddly comfortable mattress in your newfound room. You had been in Rosie’s care for a few weeks now and you have grown quite fond of her. Rosie has always been such a darling to you, prioritizing your needs over her own. She has helped guide you throughout hell and there’s quite a lot you had to learn. 

You made sure to jot down the most important parts in a notebook, just in case. Your fingers trace alongside the surface of the notebook, it had a black cover with a rose on it. Allowing your thumb to fall on the cover of the notebook, opening it. 

The first page has the headline ‘Important’ on it. The handwriting was a very readable one, something your mother had taught you from an early age

“Having a presentable writing style will make you stand out above the rest and bring you more job opportunities”

Gosh, you really need to stop thinking about her, she isn’t here anymore. She isn’t here. Is she? You are your own dependent person now, heck Rosie is more of a mother than she ever will be. Your strings have been cut and you are no longer her puppet. 

You’re grateful for having Rosie take care of you, really. But the freedom hell was able to provide you was an overwhelming sensation to say the least. 

Before you fell down to hell your mother controlled your whole life, from your clothes to the actions you made, it was all things she controlled on your never ending stage. 

It was like you were acting in a one man show — creating the most pleasing stage performance to the person you were supposed to love and trust the most.

You were tired, really really tired and you had never taken a notice to this until you got an actual good nights rest your first few days here with Rosie. You were forced to be in bed rest by Rosie, and she was not taking no for an answer.  She has brought you meals, decorative items for your room and went to you just to chat about her emporium and other gossip. You listened to her rants, her voice had such emotion, emotion your mother never was able to give you. Rosie and you also had had conversations about the pain in your throat, she made sure to bring you all sorts of foods and drinks trying to help you get better, and within these few weeks it was like you were building up a kind of ‘talk tolerance’. You were now able to hold multiple conversations before your throat gives you the sensation of that sharp pain you felt once you first meet Rosie.

Speaking of Rosie, she wished for you to join her for an outing today. 

You weren’t quite sure what the outing was for but you knew she was going to bring you outside of cannibal town, that in itself is a rare occasion. You swing yourself off of the bed letting your feet land on the floor with a quiet ‘thud’. You stand up and stretch, raising your arms towards the ceiling as you let out a yawn, stretching your sore muscles. You let out a satisfied exhale as you walking over to your drawer hearing a creek sound coming from the creaky wooden floors with each step you take. 

You slip on some clothing that Rosie has been lending you over these past weeks, they might have been a tad big on you, you didn’t mind though. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, admiring your demon features before you fix your hair making you look presentable. You slip on some shoes before you reach out for the golden knob on the vintage themed door. 

Your eyes look back to glance on the room once last time before you leave, making sure to hadn’t forgotten anything, not that you had much to leave anyway..

Once you confirm that there’s nothing you’re leaving behind you twist the doorknob and exit the room. 

You make your way though the darkened hallway, it’s only light being provided by a little lamp at the end of the hallway. Your fingers trace along the cold wall as you walk to the end of the hallway. You really liked the vintage theme to the whole town, it’s just like the history books you used to read and it makes you feel welcome, you used to have a modern home back on earth so this was a nice change of pace. Your feet clack whilst making contact with the wooden flooring, your footsteps are the only thing that can be heard down the echoey hallway, you steadily reach the wooden stairs. Your hand reaches to hold the un-even railing of the staircase as you begin walking down it, carefully letting your hand slide down the railing to make sure you don’t get any splinters. You stumble when you’re at the bottom step and clumsily make an entrance to the emporium. 

You quickly straighten your backs and brush of imaginary dust off of your clothing, wishing to the seven rings of hell Rosie did not see your little mishap. Your eyes scan the area landing on Rosie standing behind the emporiums counter, you feel warm upon seeing her little smile as she counts money, it seems that her shop has been doing very well today! You feel a smile grow on your face as your legs gravitate towards the counter, step after step you slowly get closer to Rosie with your quiet footsteps tapping on the stone like floor. Rosie seemingly was stuck in her own world as you reached the counter and stood behind it, not sure if she was able to sense your presence. You were about to clear your throat to catch her attention but her voice interrupted your actions;

“Ah, [Name] you have finally arrived, you know keeping a lady waiting is very rude now— oh I’m just kidding no need to break a sweat over this dear!” 

She chuckles at her own ranting before she places the money back in the register, her fingers fiddles with a stubborn lock and you decide it’s a good time to ask her what you are even going to do.

“So, Rosie. You have never taken the time to explain what exactly this outing is for?”

You say this wearing a normal expression, but your voice gives you away as it sounds more confused if anything. 

Rosie lights up ever so slightly at the mention of the outing as she clasps her hands together,

“Well my dear [Name], we both know that you have been borrowing a lot my stuff since you have arrived here,”

She pauses wich leaves room for you to input an apology.

“Yes about that I’m sorry Rosie—“

“No no! I do not mind at all, after all if i didn’t wish for you to borrow my things i wouldn’t have permitted you to use them.”

You knew arguing with Rosie about this wouldn’t lead anywhere, she was a stubborn lady who stood her ground, you respected that and honestly kind of envied it. It’s something you were never able to do, stand up to yourself. 

Rosie places a hand on her hip as she continues with a soft look on her face.

“Well the reason for this outing today is that we are going to purchase you new clothing! I believe you would like to wear other clothing than what you are borrowing from me at the moment, hm?”

You have never really thought of it before, you were used to your mother purchasing all of your clothes so getting to borrow some from Rosie was nothing too different. Rosie’s clothing may have been a bit too oversized on you but it was nothing that hindered you, from work or anything of the sorts but you have been a bit interested in the world of clothing, maybe this is a way you’ll be able to express yourself! Maybe a new start? You like the sound of that, the sound of you becoming your own person.

“While i don’t mind wearing this, they are quite comfy after all! It would be nice with something that’s a little more.. me.?”

The end of the sentence trails off feeling like you’re having a hard time choosing the right wording. 

She chuckles and lets one of her hands fall onto your shoulder, patting it before making her way to the front of the counter. Your hands fold as you let them rest in front of you.

“Shall we?”

Rosie says, offering you a toothy smile as you nod. The two of you make your way to exit the emporium.

⋇⊶⊰  s t u c k   ⊱⊷⋇

The sound of you and Rosie’s footsteps straddling along the sidewalk can barley be heard as demons outside of cannibal town seem to be more indecent, loud fights and conversations followed along with blasting TV’s follow trough out the streets of the pride ring. Your eyes dart around the overwhelming streets. You feel rather tense, staying on guard with each step you take. With every passing second your muscles become more sore as you feel uncomfortable. 

You never knew what to expect from hell.. but this was exactly like Rosie explained it — if not even worse.. 

You feel a slender hand find its way on the small of your back as it makes you stop in your tracks and urge you in a direction to a certain store. Your head swiftly turn only to see Rosie standing there with her normal grinning self looking down at you giving you a reassuring smile. Your head turns to the direction she is urging you in. It was a tailor store, and it was also the only eye catching store on the street as it was the only store that hadn’t been completely torn.. You hesitate before reaching your hand out to the handle. your fingers slowly grip around the oddly long handle.. huh its strangely cold for something that’s in hell. You inhale deeply trying to shake off the odd feeling you’ve got brewing inside of you.

The inside of the shop has a very cozy feeling, it has very fitting colors that reminds you of the Victorian era. There’s very over-the-top fancy decors on both furniture and clothing with golden accents. Your eyes dart around the store landing on different mannequins dressed in all sorts of clothing, from frilly to pointy, casual to formal — there’s a bit of everything in here. 

“Oh this shop has always had such a nice feeling to it, maybe i should ask them to be a part of cannibal town! Haha”

Rosie laughs at her little comment before her eyes dart to you,

“So dear, what do you think? Where would you like to start?”

Her question makes you stop in your tracks, she’s right, where should you start? You could start with shirts? Maybe pants? Maybe accessories — ugh.. this is gonna be harder than you expected.. you consider your options

“How about we take a stroll around the shop? And see if i find something eye catching along the way?” 

She agrees with you as she follows you around the store.

You have a hard time at first, it was difficult learning how to figure out your likes and dislikes. You feel different pieces have different textures and colors, you now have an understanding for your mother who took a long time in stores like these — it was a struggle picking out outfits that would look nice together. 

It takes you a second but you start warming up a little after Rosie points out a few articles of clothing here and there and not long after, you’ve managed to fill a bag of clothes. You feel proud of yourself, it’s your beginning to the new you. The clothing you’ve picked out is very different from what your mom used to choose for you. You were always told as a kid that you were dressing in such an ‘adult’ like-way, little did they know it was cause you never were allowed to choose clothing of your own. 

You take a quick look through the bag feeling that you’ve picked out enough clothing to fill out your wardrobe. Rosie was hesitating — feeling that you could pick out even more but she decided to sneak in a few more pieces just to help you out a little.

When you told Rosie you felt finished with your shopping the two of you went to the fitting rooms. 

You feel the soft fabric of the curtain against your fingers as you open it with a bit of force. Rosie hands you the bag she’s been carrying all of this time and you let out a quick ‘thank you’ before closing the velvet curtain allowing you to change. 

There’s multiple mirrors in the dressing room and it feels so strange being able to see yourself from different angles all at once. You gently place the bag on the floor with a little ‘plop’ before you bend down picking up different pairs of shirts and trousers gently placing them on the little black wooden stool inside of the dressing room. You undress yourself, starting with your shirt, then the rest. You get kind of distracted being able to see yourself in the mirror in such a state, yes you’ve seen your full demon form before but it still strikes you as odd no matter how many times you see yourself. Your hands hover over the shirts before you find one that sticks out amongst the rest as you pick it up. You raise your arms sliding your hands and head trough the holes of the shirts, and as its on you adjust the shirt smoothing out any wrinkles you can find. You smile to yourself, the shirt has a very soft color and it has a few frills adding some volume to it. Now all you needed were a pair of trousers, you find a pair that you see fit with the shirt and slide them on, you can feel the soft texture of the trousers and it is very comfortable. 

You admire the outfit you’ve put on in the mirror, it really suits you and you feel it brings out a whole new side from you. Huh i guess, ‘clothes makes the sinner’ really is true! 

“I’m done!”

You say in a louder tone, a tone audible enough for Rosie to hear but not close to make anybody else believe you’re an obnoxiously loud asshole. 

Your voice tells Rosie that you’re done and her face turns to the silky curtains you’re hiding behind, looking expectantly at it. Your hands grab onto the velvet curtains struggling once again to slide the curtain open, but as it slides open you take a step out of the dressing room, resting your hands clasped together in front of you like you usually do. You were expecting a reaction from Rosie but you were certainly never expecting her to start clapping to the outfit you’ve put together. 

“My, this is definitely better than i expected! It fits you so well, dear!” 

She coos followed along by a chuckle;

“Go on now, don’t just stand there! Give me a little spin!”

You do just that, lifting the weight off of your feet as you give Rosie a gentle spin showing her your whole outfit. 

She keeps on complimenting you and your outfit making you feel embarrassed as your cheeks grow warm. 

“Aha.. thank you Rosie, I’m glad you like it.”

Your words were short but your voice sounded sincere, you are not used to all this attention she’s giving you.. but you have got to admit that it feels nice. 

“Here dear, try this hat on I’m sure it will add  to your look quite a lot!~”

She gives you a playful wink, followed by her hands reaching out for your head, gently placing the hat on you. Your head turns to look into one of the mirrors in the dressing room. You felt a bubbly feeling inside of your chest, you just felt so happy.. you looked so pretty — and it’s all thanks to Rosie letting you be, well you! You smile feeling a little tear build up, but you softly rub your eye and turn back to Rosie with a smile, an authentic smile. 

“Thank you Rosie!”

You chuckle along side with her as she pats you on the back;

“Of course dear, you look lovely!”

Her hands move from your back to your shoulders before she urges you into the changing room once again, she lets go of your shoulders once you’re in the room and grabs onto the curtain.

“Try on those other outfits now! We don’t got all day i still have a few things planned for us!”

You felt very confident after the interaction. Rosie has been nothing but supportive and that doesn’t change as you try on the different outfits. She praises them one by one and it was strange.. you don’t remember placing some articles of clothing in the bag? Oh well, it worked out in any case so that’s fine. When you were done with the little ‘shopping spree’ you felt famished and Rosie suggested that the two of you headed to a restaurant that she had been eyeing for a while, you trusted in her style and the two of you made the way to a restaurants. It was a very classy restaurant and multiple sinners where there, sinners with more money and have a higher status in hell. You may not really be important to hell but you are in important company. You believe you recognize multiple of the sinners there. At one of the tables you believe that Carmilla sits there along side with her daughters, on another table across the restaurant your able to see the Vees— their loud and obnoxious well at least Vox and Valentino is Velvette couldn’t care less it seemed. A sinner came up to you and Rosie bringing the two of you to a table that’s placed far away from Carmilla and the Vees. 

The table presented in front of you seems to be in a more secluded area as multiple tables were empty. You thanked Lucifer for being in a less crowded space. You feel your tense shoulders soften up and only then you realized how truly tense you have been this whole outing. You exhale quietly before pulling out the chair that’s presented before you, it is a very.. normal chair, nothing special like you thought this place would be since Rosie seems to prefer class. You sit down onto the not-so-soft chair. 

“You seem to have finally relaxed dearie, did you not enjoy your free shopping spree?”

She says that with a smug expression on her face as she sits down and crosses her leg over the other.

You feel a bit panicked — swiftly trying to explain yourself,

“No that’s not it at all Rosie! I appreciate your help! Hell is just — hell you know..!”

You chuckle quietly at your own pun as Rosie chuckles alongside you.

“Well i certainly can’t blame you for that, in any case dear welcome to one of my favorite restaurants in hell! Now i do prefer.. meatier meats, i assumed you were not into trying that yet, am i right?”

You nod not really saying anything, and after a second or so a waiter comes up to the table in a strangely good timing. You look at the waiter and they look tired, like they hate their job — you expect to hear a tired annoyed voice as they speak;

“What would you like Miss Rosie and..?”

“Mx. [Name] is fine!”

Their voice was strangely happy as they handed out the menu’s,

“So, what would the two of you like? Or shall i circle back later to take your order?”

You pick up the menu to scroll trough it quickly, there was a lot of options with really fancy names that honestly were hard to read.. but you did regonize some of the desserts.. ‘cheesecake’ ‘Velvette cake’ ‘cupcake’ ‘angel food cake’ hmm.. there is a lot of cake in here— wait! Angel food cake? Sign me up! You softly place down the menu noticing how both Rosie and the waiter was starring at you rather intensely and it made you feel nervous, so you stutter as you speak;

“I..l have the angel food.. cake.” You pause;

“Please.” 

Rosie smiles and looks to the waiter, 

“well you heard the little darling, one angel food cake, and double it!”

The waiter scribbles in their little notebook with their tired face looking more lively now.

“And what would you like to drink”

You felt the day has been kind of tiering, so a simple water couldn’t do you any harm.

“Just some water..”

The waiter nods and glances at Rosie whom just nods quietly telling the waiter she was going to order the same as you. The waiter quickly scribbles on the notebook before taking their leave the two of you to chit-chat. 

Your eyes wander around the restaurant not specifically looking at anything in particular. Time feels — awfully slow for some reason, tick, tock ,tick ,tock.. the clock clouds your brain. 

Its ticking reminds you of the late study sessions, the smell of your room. The god awful smell of cleaning products.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 

The day of you dying came back to you. The moments pretending to spare your mother only to murder her in cold blood. You remember her face, it was an expression you had never seen from her before - but you knew it all to well. 

It was an expression you had worn multiple times before, she had made you feel so small.. so little, she got what she deserved .. right? Right. Im sure you’re just being dramatic, she never did you any good! She only feed you, bought you clothes, gave you a roof over your head she even made you meals…. all you had to do was study… no, no that’s not true stop!

“[Name] dear, you’re spacing out again, what are you doing in that little brain of yours hm?”

Your eyes flutter in confusion, your nose has now been filled with the scent of angel food cake, your pupils darted to the plate of dessert in front of you, it looked just like it did back on earth. Your eyes darted to look at Rosie’s and her expression is difficult to read, that’s Strange your normally swell at reading emotions.

“Sorry,”

Your voice sounded quiet and you raised it to a normal speaking volume;

“What were you saying Rosie?”

The lady chuckled at you before lifting a little fork in her hand taking a bit of the angel foodcake before placing it in her mouth, quickly swallowing it as she answers your question.

“Well pay attention now, for what I’m about to say is important.”

You nod at her statement letting your eyes remain on the gray ladies pupils as you pick up the silverware in your hand, the fork is small and you slice off a bit from your dessert parting your lips as you try the delectable dessert. The flavor beams through your mouth, it’s a bit too sweet for your taste but it makes you happy. You happily listen to Rosie as you chew on the little treat.

“It has been a lovely time to have you around the emporium, and you have brought me a good business I’ll tell ya that! But i believe it’s time..”

She pauses — you presume it’s for dramatic effect as you keep eating pieces of the angel food cake.

“..for you to go to the hazbin hotel.”

You choke on your dessert a little, your hand reaches out for the water as you quickly pour the liquid down your throat, to wash the stuck piece away. What did she just say. The hazbin hotel? The one she has spoken about before? Redemption? you? — hah no way! 

You have stopped eating now and the little fork you used to hold in your hand has now fallen onto the plate, you don’t react through. Your expression is so confused, scared, surprised a whole package deal.

“Now dear, calm down you’ll be allowed to visit me anytime! I just believe you shouldn’t be stuck in hell for eternity, sure! You fucked up.. yeah you may be flawed, but i can tell that you’re a good kid, [Name]. 

“Even if i don’t believe in redemption, go prove me wrong with that strong will of yours!”

..does she actually mean that, does she believe you can be redeemed? You killed someone, but she still believes in you.. you take a deep breath — inhale, exhale.

“Are you.. are you sure.. i mean I’m not doubting you I’m just— what if they won’t accept me there..?”

Your voice struggles with the sentence you’re not sure what to say.. it all just feels like a big decision to make on a whim. Your hands fiddle with anything they can get their hands on and Rosie smiles sadly at you whilst your eyes dart down to look at your hands.

“I’m sure you will dear, and if anything and i mean anything bothers you, the emporium will always be open.”

Her words were calm, comforting even — but now her words weight on you. You want to do your best for Rosie.. but can you?

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Of course you can.

Your [Name] after all. 

⋇⊶⊰  y o u ?  ⊱⊷⋇

You wave a nervous hand to Rosie before you turn a 180, allowing you to get a good view at the hotel. It is huge but has a very.. strange appearance, also it’s located on the side of the town isolated from everything else— that’s one of the weirdest things ever! You can feel your heart raising as you being walking up to the hotel, one step after another. 

When you are stood at the door you take some deep breaths, come on! You have got this [Name]! You hesitantly reach your hand out to the handle before gently opening the door.

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Sheesh, this was a long one! The author apologizes for the delay on the chapter and would like to say that he will publish chapters around every 2 weeks! He tries his best and nitpicks a lot on his story wich can delay the writing! He would also like me to inform that there’s now a tag list, so if you are interested please go ahead and tell us in the comments!

That’s all I’ve got to say for now, so i hope everyone enjoyed this story-telling session and i hope to see everyone back for more next time! Bye-bye now!

(Thanks everyone for the support on the recent 2 parts of this series, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy reading it and the reblogs has brought big smiles to my face! Thank you everybody sm<3)

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Heya!! I've noticed you've had your reqs open for a while now, so I hope you don't mind writing my idea for me!! Lol

Soo.. could I get some general hcs for the hazbin hotel cast (whomever and however many you feel like doing) with a Cerberus!reader? Preferably sticking to a more platonic theme

No pressure, ofc!!

Thank you for the request when! I’m not to educated on Cerberus but i tried my best to make some general head canons for the main hazbin crew although its not proofread i hope its to your liking !!

Alastor

Cerberus!reader grabbed Alastor’s attention right as they joined the hotel, the concept of having 3 heads with all different emotions and feelings was odd to him. He had many questions but the gentleman he was, was not going to stress you with so many question’s until he got closer to you. As he decides to build up his relationship with you he would drop questions here and there — this way he learns more about you.

When he gets to know you, he would grow to enjoy asking your opinion on things, three opinions will always be better than one! (Unless it hurts his ego somehow, but that was a rare occasion)

He would cook a lot of food and use you as the taste subject. He makes you sit in the kitchen as you watch his process listening to some jazz while having a chit-chat with him is a weekly routine at this point and he’d be confused if you weren’t in the kitchen by Sunday afternoons to try his cooking. He will ask you multiple times if you would want human meat in your food, if you refuse he will defeatedly accept the loss — but he won’t stop asking you just because you said no (and if you say yes he will happily purchase the best kind of meats he knows and sometimes bring you along to purchase them! You also get introduced to Rosie this way)

Since Alastor has taken a liking to you he would randomly pat your heads as well as purchase gifts for the three of you. He made sure they were always tailored to your liking.  He would also ask you to join him on his walks sometimes, and if anybody made you uncomfortable he would reassure you that you’re safe with him.

“So, what do you think?” 

He stands in front of you expectantly, as your tastebuds get filled with a tasty dish you’ve never tried before, you are not quite sure what kind of dish it is — you only that it’s some kind of steak. You take a long second really thinking before the three of you in sync say;

“This is spicy.. is it supposed to be like that?”

“I’d like to have some more flavor just simple things like salt and pepper would do well!

“I like it, it’s perfect!”

The three of you glance at each other and then at Alastor who stands there with a slightly concerned grin.

“Uh huh you don’t say.”

And after that he made sure to tailor the food to the each of you! He thinks of it like a puzzle in some sort of a way, if the three of you are satisfied then he finished it 

Husker

At first husker didn’t really care for Cerberus!reader, they were probably gonna be like any sinner anyway, someone trying to be better — only to drink their sorrows away.

When he realizes that none of you drink alcohol he changes his opinions on the three of you!(if you do drink alcohol… Nuh uh :3) He tries to actually entertain you whenever you enlighten him with random visit at the bar, chatting about topics the three of you’ve been thinking about lately. 

He would definitely grow a bit protective of you and would use nicknames like kid, champ, bud to address you and would give you thumbs ups to quietly show you he’s proud of you.

He would allow you to touch his ears and his tail if you’re curious about them, and in return he gets permission to pat your head whenever he pleases.

He would show you multiple card tricks and would always wear a smug expression on his face whenever he saw the three heads getting fascinated with his simple tricks — that definite made him more confident as you praised his tricks!

His deck quickly mixes together with the flick of a wrist, you watch in amusement as the cards go back and forward in a very mesmerizing pattern. Husk clears his throat before he starts;

“And now, watch as the cards mix..”

The three of you have your eyes fixated on the cards spinning round and round. Until he stops and then spreads it out in a half circle before picking up a card making sure its back is facing you. The three look at you in anticipation waiting for him to show the card she chose.

“Was this your cards?”

He flips the cards and show them to you; two of you look in excitement as he shows them their cards they had chosen earlier, they bombard husk with questions but then the third head speaks up;

“Wait, those are only two cards! Where’s mine?”

Husks chuckles before he grabs something from the back of the third heads ear,

“Oh sorry! Forgot i left the card here!”

Niffty 

Niffty takes a quick liking to you, and as soon as she gets a moment alone with you she will show you her bug collection and give you a bug that in her words “matches your fur and compliments all of the eyes you have”. 

She would sew you some small accessories.. yes they might have had sticks and bugs used in the materials but it’s the thought that counts! Besides it doesn’t even look bad, she would normally place them behind your ears or somewhere on your head. 

If you can’t find niffty? Expect her to be messing with one of your heads, she loves to climb up on them and just sit there, following you in your daily life as you’re out and about. (She is an automatic free-escape pass from Valentin[hoe]!)

“I was thinking!! What if you join me for cleaning duty tomorrow! I’ll even pay you… three queen roaches!”

She says this with starts in her eyes as if it’s the best offer she could ever give you, and who are you to say no? You can easily spot dirt and dust with the help of your other heads and you can help Niffty reach tight spots

“Why not!”

Charlie

When Cerberus!Reader first joined the hotel she was very chipper just like she is with any other guest, but the fact that you had a very intimating look but still acted better than half of the sinners inside the hotel was something she was extra excited about!

She bombards you with questions and asks a lot about how the three-head thing works, did she need to fix the room so it fitted all of your standards? If you all ate same food or not? When you guys decide outfits, do to often disagree with what your going to wear. Etc.

Would try to have therapy sessions with you! I believe one of your heads would be.. not so pleased with this whilst another one would vent their heart out. (Also Charlie would definitely try having karaoke sessions with all of you and would adore the way the three of you are able to harmonize even if you don’t always get along)

Her pen taps along a board before she looks at the three of you;

“So you have a problem getting along.. mm have you tried telling each other why you are annoyed?”

“Well these loudmouths are nothing but trouble! They can’t keep their mouth shut even if the world was ending!

“Wha— says you! It’s not my time you keep being a buzzkill”

“You both are annoying! Just shut the fuck up before i start fighting yall.”

After that the bickering grows and Charlie has to step in to help calm the three of you down.

Vaggie

When Cerberus! Reader joins the hotel Vaggie is very cautious, three heads— three problems! She will keep her distance and give you some glances but never actively act rude towards you since you haven’t actually bothered her. 

If you give her time to get used to you and get to know you she will grow to trust you more and more, and she would give you words of advice when your not sure on what to do to show her appreciation towards you. But when the three of you argue with each other she will give all of you a bonk on the head.

Would train the three of you to become better fighters and when you fight against heaven you’re a real pro, she’s very proud of you even if she dosent show it to well!

Her angelic sphere pointed to one of your three necks as you lay on the ground defenceless; she has just beaten you guys in a fight once again, 

“If you guys were better at working with this body, maybe we’d win?”

One of the heads scoff

“Pff, as if! If you would follow my lead? It would’ve been as easy as pie!”

“We havnt even baked before how could you say it’s as easy as pie..”

Vaggie sighs as the bonks each of your heads talking about how the three of you needs to learn on how to get along.

Angel dust

When Cerberus!Reader joins the hotel he will quickly point out the uneven fur and would quickly take the role as a ‘big brother’  to the reader. He would bully the three of you multiple times but only in a friendly teasing way.

He would have sleepovers with you, he enjoyed gossiping with the three of you as he would give you a ‘makeover’ mostly by brushing your fur and giving one of your faces makeup as he would recommend you shampoos and conditioners to keep your fur looking more fresh.

Would ask your opinions on outfits even if they are revealing, since he is like a brother to you it’s not that strange. He would most definitely not throw any sexual comments towards you and if anybody else does so, they get a beating.

Will randomly come into your room to check up on you,( and borrow some of your clothes) he most definitely steals a lot of your stuff and whenever you have a sleepover he would just put it of as if it was nothing. Will also multiple times tell you not to drink and go down the path he went.

“Ow! Be careful you dunce!”

One of your heads mutter as angel dust tries to brush through your matted fur struggling with every brush stroke he makes.

“Well maybe if you’d be more careful i wouldn’t have to fix it so damn often!”

It all comes from a place of love though!

Sir pentious 

When Cerberus!Reader join the hotel, Sir pentious gets a good feeling about having you around right away, your demon form has three heads and he is very snake — like with makes him feel less out-of-place with the rest of the crew.

If you joined around when he joined he never made any plans to kill you with his weapons (in episode 3) instead he would order angelic weapons from Carmilla and then try to teach the three of you how you could make weapons! As long as one of you learn the most simple of things he will feel super achieved and want to teach you more and more things as you slowly get better and better. 

Would make weapons for you and give you a tour in his evil lair (/his ship). 

His egg boys would absolutely adore you and frank would normally hang around the three of you the most, even calling you boss in front of Pentious — he woudnt even mind!

“Sso you ssee, if you take these parts together.. and then place them like that.. it will create a blasst-gun, but if you move thiss piece it will create a bomb weapon, do you get it?”

“Yeah not to hard to remember”

“Uhm.. wich piece did you move again?”

“Nope no! I’m completely lost right now!”

Hazbin sketches (plus Stolas)

I have so many ideas and theories on Hazbin Hotel and how Charlie could potentially stop the Exterminations, might post them later (If someone is interested).

my girls💚