#hazbin hotel agere fanfiction

[jacksdinonuggets]

Cg Charlie and little Vaggie having a fun day at the aquarium?

Here you go! I'm writing fluff for once and not just angst

Vaggie was really excited! Charlie was going to take her to the aquarium today and she couldn’t be more happy. She had always wanted to go to an aquarium and Lucifer had just opened a kid friendly one up near his theme park.

Charlie got her changed into a fresh diaper and shortalls before taking her downstairs to feed her some breakfast. She was a little messy with her food but luckily, she had a bib on. 

The aquarium was opening up soon so she got her all cleaned up and packed up the diaper bag before helping Vaggie get her shoes on.

“M excited!” Vaggie said while flapping her hands. Charlie thought her happy stims were so cute.

“I bet you are~” Charlie cooed while tying her shoes.

When she was finished, she led her to the car where she buckled her in her car seat. As she drove, Vaggie played with the little activities hanging above her baby carseat. Charlie could hear her make cute babbles in the back.

As she pulled into the parking lot of the aquarium, Vaggie was bouncing with excitement and happiness. Charlie parked the car and got out, unbuckling her little angel and taking her out. She debated whether she should use the stroller.

“Hey, baby? You feeling old enough to walk?” she asked her little one in her arms. Vaggie nodded.

“Alright, but don’t you go wandering off, okay?” Charlie said, setting her down next to her before grabbing the diaper bag and closing the door and locking it. 

“You ready?” She asked. Vaggie nodded, bouncing on her heels. Charlie held her hand as they walked across the parking lot and into the aquarium.

Charlie payed for her ticket and was about to pay for Vaggie’s but the receptionist stopped her.

“How old is she? She’s a little right?” she asked.

“Yeah, she’s 2 right now,” Charlie said.

“Well, then she gets in free. Little’s under 5 get in free to the aquarium, dinosaur museum, and the theme park,” The receptionist explained.

“Oh, thats great! Thank you!” Charlie said, grabbing her and Vaggie’s ticket.

Vaggie held Charlie’s hand as they went through the first exhibit. It was a room with medium sized tanks and plaques that gave information about the type of fish inside them.

“Vaggie, look! It’s angelfish!” Charlie pointed to one of the tanks where a school of angelfish were swimming around.

“Woah! Dey look wike da angels!” Vaggie said. Some of them were white with little black stripes which kind of reminded her of the exorcists. But then there were really pretty ones!

They went through the fish area, Charlie reading the plaques out loud for Vaggie. When she got bored of the fish, they went to see the penguins. Vaggie got really happy when she saw the penguin exhibit. They were playing a game and Vaggie desperately wanted to join them.

“Wanna pway wif dem!” she told Charlie.

“I know, dear, but it’s dangerous. How about after we go through the exhibits, you pick out an aquatic friend from the gift shop?” Charlie compromised. 

“Otay!” Vaggie agreed. They watched the penguins for a little bit and Vaggie did some of the educational activities they had in the penguin area. After a bit, vaggie finally got bored and they moved onto the next area.

The next one was the stingray exhibit. They were allowed to touch them but Charlie was a bit worried about Vaggie touching them but the employee said it should be fine as long as Vaggie was being held and guided by charlie.

The texture was weird but very interesting to Vaggie; she didn’t have a negative reaction to it and kept petting the animal. 

They kept going through the exhibits and doing some educational activities. They took a break for lunch and a diaper change before going over to the kids play area. Vaggie had a blast at the play area. She climbed up a whale themed slide and looked over to charlie.

“Mama! Mommy! Look!” she tried to get the attention of her caregiver.

“I see you, sweetie,” Charlie said as she slid down the slide and clapped happily.

“Good job, Vaggie!” the princess congratulated her.

Charlie watched her play for almost an hour. Vaggie really was enjoying her time. They finally moved onto the last exhibit once she started to get sleepy. Charlie had to hold her because of that. 

Vaggie looked up from where she was snuggled against Charlie and saw a big shark staring her down. She squeaked and tried to hide in her caregiver’s arms.

“Aw, it’s okay, sweetie, they’re behind glass, they can’t hurt us,” Charlie rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. Other kids there were enjoying the shark but Vaggie was the only one afraid of it. It was okay though, she was just a shy little baby.

Charlie knew it would be best if they left that exhibit for now. But luckily, they walked right into the gift shop!

“Okay, baby, pick out anything you want” Charlie said. Vaggie looked up and began to scan the room. Charlie walked around with her in her arms and made sure she got to see every type of merchandise they had. Vaggie really wanted the penguin plushie. So Charlie picked it up from the shelf and handed it to her. She gave it a squeeze and hugged it.

After Charlie had finished paying for the stuffy, Vaggie soon fell asleep in her arms, cuddling her new toy and softly snoring. It was about nap time too so it made sense. After the fun day they had, she wasn’t surprised her little one was exhausted. All that excitement was bound to be tiring. So Charlie carried her back to the car and buckled her in where she slept and would soon be carried back into the hotel.

[lttl3babybug]

could I request a couple of carer!angel headcanons?

@drowsysaint

Hope you enjoy my loves!!

Cg!Angel Dust Headcanons!

🕸️Angel isn’t used to kids, he’s never been round them much. Sure he’s had his fair share of experience taking care of things

🕸️Things being Fat Nuggets. His pig.

🕸️So it’s safe to say he’s a first time cg

🕸️Not that that means he’s bad at it! Cause he’s not, Angel is an amazing caregiver

🕸️This man has 6 arms. That’s 3x the hugging, that’s so much hugs.

🕸️If you’re having a fussy day he wraps you in all 6 of them very tightly to keep you from thrashing about or just to calm you down if you like the pressure

🕸️Keeps every drawing you do for him, they’re all in a folder and he rotates what one gets put up on his door underneath all the pictures of him and everyone else

🕸️You and Fat Nuggets get along like a house on fire

🕸️If you’re feeling upset but don’t want to cuddle or talk about it you can guarantee that you’ve got a little pig squealing at you for cuddles

🕸️Cause Angel is super duper fluffy he’s like your own personal stuffie! He’s perfect for cuddling

🕸️Long fluffy limbs that can squeeze you till you’re asleep, what more could you want!

🕸️He’ll buy you whatever gear you want (or if you don’t want any he’s totally understanding of that!) paci’s, bottles, onesies, stuffies, dips, colouring equipment! You name it, he’s got it!

🕸️Surprisingly good at dealing with tantrums

🕸️If he’s had a rough day and needs a drink you’re coming with him to the bar because he doesn’t trust you not to get in trouble

🕸️Husk will give you things to keep you entertained, ultimately that doesn’t work out and you end up playing with his tail the whole time

🕸️But that’s for my cg!husk post

🕸️Loves, loves, loves giving you little nicknames

🕸️Darlin’, dollface, little one, sweetheart, princess/prince, sugar

🕸️They’re a need

🕸️He also loves dressing you up in outfits, he’ got boxes full of old fabrics that he uses to make you cute little dresses or shirts or whatever you want really

🕸️FASHION SHOWS.

🕸️He will make everyone sit and watch while you show off the outfits he’s made you

🕸️Music, lights, the whole shebang. He’s going all out for his baby

🕸️Circling back to the point of him being really cuddly, he will get pretend jealous if you choose to cuddle a stuffie instead of him

🕸️Rolling his eyes and dramatically sighing while turning away, listening to your giggles

🕸️He lives to keep you entertained, even if it is just holding you on his hip and prancing about the hotel

[outlandish-dreamer]

A Weapon? A Monster? A Child.

Regressor! Alastor and CG! Rosie <3 Word count: 2193

He could hear them. Their mocking, jeering voices at his new found problem. The great, terrifying Alastor a puppet to something else, how little in control he was of anything. He couldn’t shake them out of his head. Every second filled with their reverberating laughs and yet, Alastor could do nothing but endure. 

He winced as he tried to stand, hands shaking and bones weary. Oh how cowardly he must’ve looked, barely able to stand on his two feet, hiding behind his shadow as he retreats to the one place he found solace. His radio tower. 

And not even that eased his ever growing fear. Whatever was left of it stood before him, a grim sight that made his already unwell state much, much worse. It served as another reminder of his failure. To see the very thing that kept him sane all these years defiled in such a manner. He truly had no idea how to react. Part of him wanted to go stark raving mad, and the other….

He slowly, unsteadily made his way through the wreckage that lay in front of it, his body ringing with each sting that came. It also didn’t help that he was regretfully known as something he hated to his core. He was a little. Such a pathetic aspect that he, much to his gratitude, managed to keep hidden from everyone else. Oftentimes even himself until it caught up to him once in a blue moon. No one knew and no one would know if he could keep it up the way he had the past few decades. However, that seemed much more unlikely given his current situation. The attack was so easily avoidable and yet, he still got hurt. He could’ve been killed and how he so narrowly avoided Adam’s final blow was beyond him. Now, he would’ve actually preferred it because then he wouldn’t have to face the aftermath that he knew was yet to come. 

It terrified him. To know of how much weakness he was showing. He could only hope, no, beg that no one saw and once he made his way inside, he exhaled in relief. He was alone. A disgrace, but alone nonetheless. Despite his rather embarrassing secret, he willed himself not to let it affect him. Not the fact that a huge chunk of his prized room was missing altogether, let alone the mess that was the inside of it. Reaching his table, the pain stumped him once again, making him fall to his knees. His smile wavered and he bared his teeth as he found himself underneath it. Sighing strained in relief, the safety of the confined space only worsened his struggle between headspaces. 

On one hand he just wouldn’t allow himself to, and on the other, he had no control over it. His body ached inside and out, his heart panged heavily on the fact that he was losing it, and underneath all of it, he felt so…scared. He was a fawn caught in a wolf’s den. A little boy hiding from the bastard he shared a bloodline with, hoping to God he wouldn’t find him. A cornered animal and with that, it was all too much. 

He couldn’t handle it anymore. 

He slipped. 

********

The fight may have been over, but that didn’t stop Rosie from feeling, at the very least, a little concerned. It wasn’t just the fear of losing everything she’d known that ailed her. It was losing the people she cared about. Really, the one person she cared about the most. And since it was finished, she hadn’t seen him at all, not even once and it was starting to worry her. 

Alastor was Rosie’s best friend, and she just couldn’t bear to lose him. Not like that. 

Looking over at the celebration behind her, she smiled fondly. She couldn’t be more happy for the unlikely group of residents, despite hardly knowing most of them. Charlie was such a darling, how could she not? Even as they stood under a building in desperate need of fixing, she still looked so happy. So proud. It was…admirable, to say the least. To watch her and her friends be so passionate about their achievements warmed her heart. 

Still though, as she turned her head in thought, something was…off. She could sense it even if she wasn’t sure what exactly “it” was. 

Speaking of which, there was one thing missing from such a display of victor, or rather, one person. Someone who would be even more supportive than she was. Where was Alastor? 

The rest seemed to pick up on that and Charlie asked the same thing as well. The rest kind of shrugged with mutterings of “I’m not sure” or “Last I saw was during the fight, so it beats me.” That didn’t help much in easing her anxieties. As they began looking, some albeit more willingly than the rest, she sighed. Her eyebrow raised, she took off to look for the demon. After all, she of all people ought to know where he was. 

She walked up to the one place she figured he might be. Everywhere else came out to be unsuccessful, so there was really one place left. Holding the hem of her skirt as she climbed up the stairs, Rosie walked curiously to the radio tower. Nothing out of the ordinary there, disregarding the very obvious debris. She couldn’t see anything, but if her nose and ears served her right, something was very, very wrong. The scent of blood seeped from beyond the door making her feel oddly nauseous for once, her stomach churning at what could be waiting for her. Thinking better of it, she steeled herself and went inside. 

The blood trailed over to his desk at a concerning amount. Stepping over the rubble, her gut wrenching at the sight of something he cared so much about ruined without a second thought, she called out gently. 

“Alastor? Sweetie, you in here?” She craned her neck, unable to see anything. “Everyone’s been looking for you.” She stepped carefully, avoiding the coat rack that now lay on the floor just waiting to trip some unsuspecting person. Suddenly, a low sound of strained breathing rumbled from his form, an ear perking up at hearing her come in. That gave it away to Rosie as she approached the desk even closer, her feet just inches away from his crumpled body. 

And that’s when he found him.

Crouching down, she saw a not quite unfamiliar sight. The all powerful Radio Demon’s smile gone, eyes squeezed shut as he lay curled into himself. Rosie knew what this was, she’d seen it before, but definitely not to this extent. Her head cocked to the side, she whispered. 

“Alastor..?”

Eyes nervously squeezed open, big, wide, doe eyes pouring into her as they tried to hide his fear to no avail. Glassy from tears hiding behind him that threatened to pour at any moment. Rosie’s heart squeezed in a way it very rarely did. Not unfamiliar to her, but the circumstances she found him certainly were. At the sight of her, the little shuddered, a pleading look on his face. 

“Oh..” Rosie gasped, crawling to his side and reaching out her hand, holding the side of his head. “You poor dear, is this where you’ve been all this time?” 

He didn’t have the words to respond, flinching slightly at her touch. Strained, he nodded his head slowly, uncurling himself slightly at her asking to see what happened. God, it hurt so much. He just wanted his mama, even though he knew she wouldn’t come. He sniffled, choking back a sob that escaped his throat. 

Rosie clicked her tongue and moved closer to pull him into her arms. Seeing him like this threatened to make her cry as well, wishing so desperately she would've come sooner. How long had he been like this? So scared and in pain. Part of her wanted to shake her head at his stubbornness, but she knew it wasn’t the time. The fawn just about broke as he pressed his head into her chest, giving in to the pain that rang throughout his body. His broken cries barely muffled by his best friend’s vise-like hold. 

“Oh my sweet thing, it’s alright.” She whispered, moving instinctively to brush the hair out of his face and pulling a handkerchief from her skirt. “I got you. Why don’t we get you out of here, hmm?” She tilted her head down at him, feeling him nod against her chest. “Now just hold still for a moment. It’s gonna hurt a little, but it’ll be quick, okay? Take a deep breath.” She inhaled deeply, crawling out from under the table and moving to pick him up. 

Alastor groaned at the motion, wincing as Rosie avoided his injuries and lifted him into her arms like a bride. Normally he would’ve laughed at such a feat of strength, the thought distracting him from the sharp jolt in his wounds. “There we go, you did a swell job baby! Such a brave boy.” Rosie walked out of the room, making a mental note to clean up his blood from the floor later and thought about where to go from here. She certainly didn’t want to leave him here, nor draw any attention from the others. There was always her emporium, even if it was a bit away. Yeah, that was a good idea. He’d be less...manic later on without anyone else knowing. And she was more certain he’d be safe there. That was all that mattered. 

*******

The baby sat on the toilet, curiously watching as Rosie rolled up her sleeves and went to work taking off his jacket. It was clear that Alastor needed stitches at the very least, if not something more later on. He didn’t seem to have any more serious injuries underneath, but it still didn’t look good. The other threaded the needle after cleaning him up the best she could and knelt down in front of him.

“Okay kiddo, now you’re not gonna like this, but I gotta do it. So take a big breath for me and we’ll get this over with, sound good?” Rosie admitted sympathetically. Piecing the skin together, she went to work suturing him up. Funnily enough, she’d done this plenty of times before, so really, it went by much quicker than she anticipated. 

“And...done! Look at you, being such a strong boy. That’s my Alastor alright! Isn’t it?” She cooed, laughing when he bleated happily in response. It wasn’t a common noise, however, it was one characteristic of his deerish nature he didn’t seem to despise. It was…well it was pretty damn cute. To the both of them and especially Rosie. 

Once again she picked him up and carried him into the room. Judging by his increasingly longer yawns, she knew he had to be exhausted. The day didn’t even feel like just a day and for Alastor it must’ve felt like a week at the very least. Discarding his tattered suit, she looked through her chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pajamas. Rosie pulled them over his worn-out, shockingly lanky frame; he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. She’d have to do something about that later, she thought. Ruffling the top of his head, she watched as the little one rubbed tiredly at his ever-so drooping eyes and walked across the room to turn out the light. And following that, she turned on the phonograph to its lowest volume. A familiar lullaby flooding the air. He whined slightly at her walking away, earning him a little tease from the other. “Hey now, I’m gonna be right back. I’m not going anywhere.” She sat next to him on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders. “See?”

The fawn turned to look at the woman and blinked slowly. Not quite registering her reappearance until he felt her hand. Alastor huffed, tiredness clouding his mind and tucked his head into her shoulder. Rosie moved to pull the covers down and laid him down underneath them. Dried tear tracks stained his cheeks and right as he was about to fall asleep he turned his head up at her. The same pleading gaze as before, asking her not to leave him. Her hand to her chest, she drew in a breath. 

“Of course my little fawn, I’ll stay. Is that what you’re asking?” Alastor cooed, the smaller holding out his hand. Rosie smiled and took his hand in hers, running her thumb across the top of his fingers. She hummed alongside the phonograph and watched as he drifted off to sleep, breathing lightly as if the day had never even happened. Rosie kissed the top of his forehead, lingering for a minute more before whispering. 

“Sweet dreams darling, I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing can hurt you now, I promise.” 

Having it all over with, Rosie was happy. It may take time for it all to heal, but at least in the moment, her friend, her little fawn was okay and for her, that was enough.

[funfettifrills]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a platonic Husk fic where the reader hasn’t regressed in a while and when they do they’re just a big ball of feelings and tears

It’s been a rough week

🎲 Caregiver! Husk x Agere! Reader drabble [platonic] ; Simple Comfort

;; A/N: I'm sorry you've had a rough week!! Thingsll get better 🫂 sending you much much love!! 💖💖 I hope this fic is good enough to bring some comfort ! ( ´ ꒳ ` )

;; Word Count: 889

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You found yourself sitting at the bar in silence, your head laid on your arms as you attempted to regulate the incoherent turmoil of emotions that prodded at your mind. Lost in thought, you could only stare down at the surface of the bar and peer into the grooves of the brown wood. Analyzing any imperfections with your eyes as you fell into a dissociative state.

"Somethin' up?" Husk had finally spoken up from the other side of the bar, flashing you a friendly yet concerned look. Even when you weren't in little space, Husk always let his grumpy walls down around you. He could read you like an open book and easily sense when you needed a shoulder to lean on.

"I dunno.." you replied softly, keeping your gaze downwards as you traced your fingers on the counter in a poor attempt to distract yourself. It was as if your stress and worries were all drastically piling up in your mind. The fact that you hadn't been able to regress in a while only worsened things.

A part of you was pushing away regressing, the mental block was disrupting any means of being able to properly release the tense emotions that took hold of your mental state.

"There anything I can do to help you out, kid?" Husk asked, resting his elbows on the counter as he leaned towards you.

He knew you well enough by now that an "I don't know" alluded to an upset mind. He didn't want to pry but he still couldn't help but worry over you.

Hearing the name "kid" was the wrecking ball against the mental block that you had been stuck with.

You finally looked up at Husk with wide eyes that were forming tears. Being able to regress after a long time of not doing so was an instant release for all of the emotions you had been burdened with.

You failed to form words, you could only sniffle as tears fell. Husk frowned in worry, making his way around the bar's surface.

"C'mere kiddo, I got you." He spoke softly in comparison to his usually tense tone, scooping you up in his arms and making his way to a couch for a more comfortable area to release your emotions.

As he carried you, you could only cling to him. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck while tears poured. He didn't care about the tears that were to wet his fur, he was used to this by now and only cared about whether or not you'd be okay.

Once sat on the couch, he kept you in his lap. With your chin resting on his shoulder, he lightly rubbed your back while bouncing his leg a bit.

"Shh, I got you, kiddo. You’re okay." He cooed and repeated in simple comfort.

You continued to cry and let out shallow breaths, you melted into his hold as you finally expressed your pent-up emotions.

After a few comforting moments of allowing you to sob, the cat spoke up,

"You wanna talk about it?" He spoke carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you if being verbal was too much for you at the moment. "You don't have to use your words if it's too much."

You moved your head from his shoulder to look at him, preparing yourself to speak up. Tear streaks lined your cheeks with a visible pout.

Husk gave you a comforting smile as he gently wiped the tears from your face, waiting for you to talk.

"Big feelings.." You spoke simply and childishly, being unable to grasp the weight of your pain verbally. "Overwhelming." Was all you could get out. Recalling what you were feeling only welcomed more cries. The sight would generated a pang of sadness in Husk, he was always quick to worry when you weren't doing well.

He brushed your hair away from your damp features, combing through it in a comforting motion.

With your simple words, he was able to grasp your worries. Husk was good at being terribly observant of you and others in general. His strong intuition was a strength when it came to being a caregiver.

"I know it's overwhelming, Sweetheart. Emotions are a lot, but you gotta feel them." He explained, "Keeping them in does you no good. You're allowed to feel sad, or grumpy, or anything at all, Kid. And I'll always be here when you need me."

You let out a small ‘'kay,’ his words were enough to soothe you. You took in deep breaths to finally regulate yourself as you cuddled more into Husks' embrace. His hold was warm and his fur was surprisingly soft, being in his arms was adjacent to being under a cozy blanket. You could hear (and feel) him lightly purring which was something familiar that helped to ease your moments of stress.

He smiled down at you and gave you a small squeeze,

“I'm proud of you for feeling such big emotions, being able to show ‘em just means that you're brave.” Husk praised, he was relieved that he was successful in attempting to help you out. His praise went straight to your heart, internalizing it greatly.

He ruffled your hair which caused you to giggle a bit.

“You're a lot braver than I am, Kid.”

[takabinaryy]

On the sixth day of Christmas a angel(or moth if that’s your headcanon) had woken up grumpy and decided she was getting coffee even though her Mama(Charlie) would normally tell her no. However she's decorating the rest of the hotel with her dad. But thankfully our lovely spider demon caught Veggie before the coffee even got in the mug. And yes Vaggie thought she could get away with it if she put a sippy cup lid on top afterwards.

[funkyhedonist]

Small doodle of a Caretaker!Alastor and Kid!Y/N I did!

Was thinking of writing and had this idea of Y/N being the new addition to Lucifer’s Family and being Charlie’s younger sibling, then Alastor somehow being a babysitter and taking care of Y/N either through force or obligation.. I dunno, thought it was a funky idea

(Also, The onesie Y/N has on is a reference to Zoophobia by Vivziepop!)

[ramona-quinn]

It’s Okay to Cry

CG!Husk, CG!Fat Nuggets, and Regressor!Angel

Plot: Angel has been crying nonstop, and Husk doesn’t know why.

Request by @yourneurodivergentlady

Heavily inspired and based on “The Crying Dame” from The Loud House

“It’s Okay to Cry” belongs to Barney and Friends

Husk looked at his phone to check the time as he held Angel in his arms. The spider regressed to a headspace equivalent of a newborn and had been crying for about two hours. Husk didn’t know why or what had gotten Angel so upset. The caregiver tried everything to stop his tears. Angel didn’t need a change, he wasn’t sick, and he wasn’t hungry. Husk tried putting Angel down for a nap, but that was also unsuccessful since he wasn’t tired either. Fat Nuggets tried cheering the little spider with his comfort items (Angel’s Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle stuffies and favorite Blue’s Clues paci), but to no avail.

“I know, today’s just not a good day, is it?” Husk comforted in a soft, hushed tone as he rocked Angel from side to side.

Husk put Angel down on his bed to text Charlie for advice. Angel instantly bawled louder because of this.

“It’s okay, Legs. I just gotta text Charlie,” Husk said as Fat Nuggets climbed on the bed and walked over to Angel, nuzzling his cheek to calm him down. “She’ll help us understand why you’re feeling sad.”

Husk then texted Charlie on his phone.

Husk: “Hey, Charlie, I need help.”

Charlie: “Sure thing, I’m on my way.”

The winged cat sighed with relief as he put his phone away. He picked Angel back up and gave him a gentle bounce. A few minutes later, Charlie arrived.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked.

“Do you know how to get littles to stop crying?” Husk questioned. “Fat Nuggets and I’ve tried everything for Angel and nothing’s working.”

Charlie scratched her chin as she thought long and hard about Husk’s question.

“How long has Angel been crying for?”

“Two hours,” Husk replied. “I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’m doing something wrong here.”

“No, no, it’s not that at all,” Charlie reassured Husk as she put her hand on his shoulder. “You and Fat Nuggets are doing a good job taking care of Angel while he’s little. I think it’s because littles who regress to an infantile headspace are similar to actual babies. Sometimes, babies cry for no reason, no matter what we do to soothe them.”

“So, what should we do?”

“Just let Angel cry it out and continue comforting him for as long as he needs it. No matter what age, we all need a good cry every now and then. I promise you, it’s nothing that you’ve done.”

Husk smiled a bit as Charlie rubbed the still-wailing spider’s back and walked out of the cat’s room. The caregiver then carried Angel to his rocking chair and sat down.

“You hear that, kiddo? We all need a good cry sometimes, and you know what? It’s perfectly okay to cry,” Husk said as he began slowly rocking Angel in his arms. “Just let it out. I’m right here, and so is Fat Nuggets. We’re gonna be here for you, no matter what.”

Fat Nuggets walked over to the rocking chair and climbed onto Angel’s lap to join in comforting him. Husk cleared his throat and began to sing.

When you feel a tear in your eye,

it usually means you want to cry,

So if you've hurt and it hurts real bad

Or if you have feelings that are making you sad,

Then it's okay, it's okay to cry.

‘Cause I know that when I'm done crying,

I can talk about what's bothering me

And though my face gets wetter,

I feel much better

If I talk about what's bothering me.

Crying is nature's way

Of helping bad feelings go away.

So if you've been hurt or are feeling bad,

Whether you're a kid or a mom or a dad,

It's okay, it’s okay to cry.

‘Cause I know that when I'm done crying,

I can talk about what's bothering me

And though my face gets wetter,

I feel much better

If I talk about what's bothering me.

Yes, that works for me.

Angel sniffled after the song, his cries subsiding to whines and whimpers.

“Shh, it’s okay, kiddo. You’re gonna be okay,” Husk smiled softly and continued rocking the spider until he felt better.

[agerefandom]

As I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Regressor!Reader, caregiver!Angel Dust

Words: 1,300

Summary: Reader is anxious and can't sleep, and goes in search of Angel Dust for some soothing cuddles.

Warnings: Lots of descriptions of anxiety and vague references to trauma/flashbacks as part of the anxiety. Fear of the dark. Reader is non-speaking.

for @polkadottedpie!

No matter how much you toss and turn tonight, you can’t seem to sleep. It feels like memories are clawing at the edges of your mind, a restless anxiety running through your body. You’ve tried cuddling your stuffed animals, you’ve tried putting your head under the blankets and hiding from the bad feelings, but the night is wearing on and you feel exhausted and tiny and helpless in the face of these waves of emotion.

You want to go and get help, but the room is dark and your light switch is beside the door, and you don’t want to put your feet down onto the carpeted floor where there could be anything lurking in the blackness under the bed.

Shivering, you pull the blanket a little tighter around yourself, staring at the place where you know your door must be. It’s so very dark and you’re so very small and you don’t want to go out there, but you know you will eventually.

Be brave, you tell yourself, and grab your stuffed animal tightly. They are soft and they will protect you. You can imagine their words of encouragement now. You’re going to be okay! You can do it!

You take a shaky breath and then throw yourself out of bed and dash across the room. You can imagine the shadows nipping at your ankles, hands grabbing from the depths of the darkness. You fling yourself against the wall and slam on the light, which nearly blinds you when it turns on.

You blink in the haze of brightness, and your familiar room comes into focus around you. There are your clothes thrown over the chair, your stuffed animals that have fallen out of the bed. The suitcase you never bothered to put away properly. Everything in the right place.

Your fear lessens, but doesn’t leave entirely. Your stomach still feels like something is running circles inside of it, and you cannot loosen your grip on the stuffed animal in your arms. Breathe in, you remind yourself.

Turning to the door, you swing it open and step out into the hotel hallway.

The carpet is soft beneath your feet, and it is colder out here. You wish you’d brought your blanket with you. The hallway is quiet, but you can still hear the muffled sound of Hell outside the walls: music, shouting, explosions: there is no real night and day here, and the damned have no need to sleep on a schedule.

You scurry down the hall, thankful that the lights stay on at all hours.

Angel Dust’s door is unlocked, and you open it with the hand that isn’t holding your stuffed animal against your chest. The space beyond is lit with a reddish glow: Angel sleeps with a nightlight, and it casts the room in warm shadows. You can just barely make out Angel’s form, sleeping under the covers with one leg extended over the side of the bed, all the way up to the tiny pyjama shorts that peek out from beneath the sheets.

You hesitate in the doorway. He’s sleeping, and you don’t want to bother him, but you don’t want to be alone. You’ve tried to sleep, and you’ve tried to read, but nothing is working and you just want cuddles. Will Angel be mad? Surely not: he’s never been mad at you before, but that doesn’t stop the worry from anchoring you in place.

Eventually, you creep forward and enter the room, closing the door quietly behind you. He told you that you could come at any time, didn’t he? It’s weird to stand here and just watch him sleep. You should go and ask him if you can stay.

Everything is so hard tonight. You need to gather all your strength and courage just to go over to the bed. Then you reach down and gently poke Angel’s leg.

“Angel?” you whisper.

“Snnrk.” Angel says something completely incomprehensible, rolling his face over into the pillow. You frown but poke him again, this time in the shoulder. This time Angel snaps awake at your touch, rolling over to a crouching position and manifesting his second set of arms, clearly ready for combat.

You hide behind your stuffed animal, wincing. You’d known it was a bad idea to wake him up.

“Jesus, kiddo, you scared me half to double-death!” Angel relaxes from his defensive posture and immediately starts fixing his hair and making sure his pyjamas are covering him properly. “What’cha doin in here? Couldn’t sleep? Nightmare?”

You nod, letting yourself relax as well and bringing your stuffed animal back to your chest so you can look at Angel over the teddy’s head.

“Well, alright. Do you need a snack? We can go and sneak some ice cream if you want.”

Ice cream does sound nice, but you’re not hungry, so you shake your head.

“You wanna get in here with me?” Angel asks, tossing back the sheets and finding a few unexpected items, which he quickly tosses over his shoulder into a pile of clothes on the other side of the bed. “Cuddles for what ails ya?”

Happily, you clamber into the bed and Angel smiles, clearly happy to have offered something successfully. His extra arms are hidden again, but he pulls you close with his normal arms and tucks you under his chin.

“There you go. Safe and sound. You want to go back to sleep now?”

You really wish that you could, but as nice as Angel’s hugs are, it hasn’t entirely stopped the restlessness that’s kept you awake tonight. You shake your head against his chest, feeling his fur tickle your cheeks as you do so.

“No? Still not sleepy? Can you tell me what you want?” Angel doesn’t sound impatient, but it’s hard for you not to read into his words. You tuck your head a little deeper into his chest, your nose brushing against his pajama top. He sighs but pats your head, affectionate even in his confusion. “Alright, kiddo, you just hang out there and let me know if you need anything.”

You’re happy to just lie here for now. It would be nice if he talked, but you’re not sure how to ask for that, so you content yourself with rubbing the tip of your nose back and forth on his silk top. You love the way Angel smells, strawberry soap and the smoky scent that all demons share, but slightly unique to each one. When Angel goes out, he wears cologne that makes your nose tickle, but here in his own bed, you can nest in those muted scents and feel comforted.

After a while, Angel starts to hum a little lullaby. It’s one you’ve heard him sing before, and the lyrics wander through your head, though you don’t know the order of the verses.

Down in the valley, valley so low Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

The gentle sound of his voice and the vibration of his chest under your ear sooth the anxiety that’s been dragging on you all day. You finally feel able to relax. Angel presses a kiss to your forehead without stopping the song, then rests his chin on top of your head. The song wanders through another chorus and then Angel speaks softly.

“I love you, little bean.”

“Mm-hmm.” Your words still aren’t working, but you hook your fingers under Angel’s pyjama strap and tug it to let him know that you love him too.

“Feelin’ sleepy?”

“Mm.”

“Would you like another song?”

“Mmhmm.”

You can hear the smile in Angel’s voice as he begins humming Goodnight Irene, and one of his hands comes up to cradle your head. You surrender to the embrace of sleep, Angel’s voice following you into the comforting dark.

[cupidspup]

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[baby-mushy]

Xian's first bedtime..alone

Summary: Xian decided to let Onyx rest and tried to get Alastor to bed himself. Though, the fawn had other plans.

[cw: tantrums, diapers, smoking/cigarettes, swearing]

[hilariously I wrote this before I was about to go to sleep]

[9:10 pm]

Onyx fell onto his bed, letting out a groan. Xian was standing at the window, smoking a cigarette. He looked over at his boyfriend. He crushed the cigarette into the windowsill and approached.

"Little fella must've tired you out for once, hm?"

"You tell me...we let that dawn play for a little too long and now he just can't settle down."

"You know..."

He sat down next to Onyx, his hands in his lap.

"I could always get him to bed."

"You'd do that...for me?"

Onyx looked at Xian, in which he just nodded.

"Heh..you look like a disaster. I'll handle it...what's his bedtime routine again?"

He got out a pen and notepad.

"Just...get him into his pajamas, brush his teeth, make sure he's dry, and a bedtime story..sometimes a bottle of milk if he's that restless"

Xian nodded, sliding the notepad into his pocket. He had a cocky smirk as he kissed Onyx's forehead.

"You rest, darling. I'll handle him."

He got up and walked out, making his way to Alastor's bedroom. It was, unfortunately, down the hall, making them fairly far away from each other.

Soon, he twisted the door nob and pushed the door forward, spotting Alastor on the starry rug in the corner, shaking a rattle and clenching a wooden doll. The small nursery section near the end of the room was scattered with toys and plushies, and he seemed to have tried to make a stroller out of pillows and blankets. He was wearing just wearing his typical attire, only without his bowtie or shoes.

He slowly walked over to the little one, bending over to look at him.

"Heya, buddy. It's time for bed. Come on, let's get those pearly...teeth all cleaned."

Alastor turned his head to Xian, raising an eyebrow as his face contorted into a scowl, frowning quite dramatically.

"No sleepy!"

Xian poked just under his eyes, causing the fawn to close that eye and lower his ears and arms.

"Those look like eyebags, little tucker. Come on, it's most certainly your bedtime."

"No! No! No!"

No wonder Onyx has been so exhausted lately.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Nope. Your certainly sleepy. Come on, up you come."

He grabbed under his arms and lifted him into a bridal carry. Alastor wiggled and whined, throwing the doll, then starting to reach for the doll.

"Dollie! Dollie!"

"Uh-uh,"

Xian waved a finger in front of the baby's nose.

"You're not getting your dollie back until your in bed, mister."

Alastor crossed his arms, huffing. He flung his arms to the side and her his head dangle backwards.

"Fine..."

"There's the spirit, cranky pants!"

He carried him to the bathroom, setting him onto a closed toilet.

"You know how to brush your teeth like a man, right?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind...you know how to brush your pear-..your teeth like a big boy, don't you?"

Alastor nodded and stumbled towards the sink, holding onto it as his legs shook a little, his eyes starting to droop. He grabbed his toothbrush and grabbed the toothpaste. He took off the cap and sleepily tried to put the toothpaste on.

"Alastor wai-"

Alas, the toothpaste got onto the toothbrush itself, some of it dripping into the sink.. Xian sighed.

"Let me help.."

He squeezed out toothpaste onto the brush, then handed it to a very sleepy fawn. Alastor shakily placed it into his mouth and moved it around, some of the toothpaste dribbling out his mouth whilst he hazily blinked.

"Alright, now spit out the remaining toothpaste. You did good, little tinker."

"..uurrghh.."

"Yeah, yeah, I know your getting sleepy. But we still gotta change you. Can't get your jacket all wrinkly now, can we?"

"..mph..want binky!"

He stomped his foot and started getting cranky again, making a whine.

"We'll find your binky soon, now, come on."

He had to [essentially] drag the fawn back to his bedroom, whilst he kept whining and storming. Xian took deep breathes, to try and keep the urge to just yell at him at bay.

"Binky! Binky! Binky!"

"We're getting your binky soon. May you not constantly say it into my ear?"

"But binky! I wan' my binky!"

"How does Onyx even deal with you.."

He muttered under his breath, getting Alastor to give him a dirty look, before pouting.

"Right, let's get you into your pajamas. Wanna go choose them?"

"Uh-huh!"

He toddled over to the closet, before immediately grabbing a red onesie, stripped with muted pink strips.

"This one! This one!"

"Do you want your daddy to dress you?"

He nodded quickly and stumbled over to Xian, though he tripped over his foot. Xian managed to catch him in time.

"Careful, little tinker. Don't wanna hit your head, do you?"

"Mm-mm.."

He picked him up and set him onto a changing pad. He started taking off his original attire, then slipped his onesie on, getting his feet in first before zipping it up

"And your still dry so that's good at least..one less thing to do."

He pulled him up onto his feet and sighed, almost as if he was feeling eyebags grow on him aswell.

"Alright, time for bed, now, what story do you-"

"NO! NO BED! NO!"

"Alastor. You are clearly tired. It is more definitely bedtime."

He spoke sternly as Alastor just let out a wendigo screech, flailing his arms and plopping onto the ground. He kicked the ground and smacked it as he kept crying and whining.

Xian almost felt a blood vessel burst. He was done. He groaned and exited the bedroom, waiting outside as Alastor's screams muffled. He sat down, whispering into his hands

"For fucks sake. He just doesn't fucking listen."

He sighed and took deep breathes, as he felt his heart rate start to lower again.

"He's probably just tired right now..."

He got up, going downstairs and making a bottle of warm milk for him. He poured milk into a water bottle [since he didn't have his bottle] and warmed it up in the microwave. He waited till it beeped, before pulling it out and shaking it a bit. He walked back upstairs.

The bedroom was quiet, except for quiet hiccups and whimpers. He knocked, before pushing the door open.

"You alright?"

"Mmh...sleepy..."

He sighed deeply

"...Knew it..."

He picked up Alastor, whose bottom lip was quivering. He sniffles, and rested his head Xian's shoulder.

"I sorry..dada"

"It's fine...just...please tell me your tired rather than throw a hissy fit, little pal."

"Mkay..."

He rubbed his back, setting him down onto his couch, placing a few pillows under him.

Alastor nodded slightly, slowly closing his eyes. Until he saw the water bottle.

"We really gotta get you a bed, huh?"

"..bottle?"

"Yeah...some warm milk..you want it?"

Alastor nodded and pointed near his toys. Xian approached, finding an empty baby bottle. He picked it up and unscrewed it, then poured the milk into the bottle. He rescrewed it and handed Alastor the bottle. Alastor drank up happily as he got tucked in.

"Good night, little tucker."

"Night night...dada..."

He closed his eyes and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.

[9:31 pm]

[jacksdinonuggets]

Cuddle The Angel: Chapter 2

Vaggie regresses for the first time! Notes: comments and likes are appreciated but not required!

Charlie got up from her spot on the bed and went over to the closet. She got out the pacifier and sippy cup, not wanting to start out at a young age, but more of a toddler-kiddo age. That would be a good start. She didn’t want to force her to regress very young but also didn’t want to make her regress too big. 

“So, h-how do I regress exactly?” Vaggie asked. She didn’t know how to do this! What if she was going to do it wrong? 

Charlie remembered what she read in the book. Most people won’t know how to regress at first so it's her job as a caregiver to help her. Mainly just baby talking and treating them like a toddler or baby to help them slip. Little gear was something that also helped make people feel small.

“Well, I’ll help you through it. You kind of just relax and let yourself feel and act like a kid or toddler. Little items also help! You want to try the paci?” Charlie offered. Paci’s were a magical item in the little world. Having the power to help littles regress instantly after putting in it and sucking a few times on it.

“S-sure,” she answered, still a little nervous about trying this out. Charlie handed her the pacifier. Vaggie observed it in her hands. It was like a normal pacifier but bigger. She put it in her mouth and began to suck on it. Then, it was like a ball dropped. Just using the paci made her mind feel younger. It was a bit scary but it felt…good? Like relaxing. She loved it and began to flap her hands and giggle.

“Aww, does Vaggie wike the paci?” Charlie asked light heartedly. Vaggie nodded, rocking back and forth. She loved this tiny feeling!

Charlie was in absolute awe. The girl was too cute! She knew that it would be a bit shocking for caregivers when they first see their little while small, but she wasn’t expecting this.

“You want uppies?” Charlie offered before picking up Vaggie once she got an okay. The little squealed with happiness as she was bounced by Charlie’s hip. 

“You’re so cute!” Charlie booped her paci. She flapped her hands and giggled. She felt so little and small! All of the worries and stressors Vaggie had before had washed away.

“Wanna go for a ride around the room?” She nodded and Charlie lifted her up to her shoulders and began to slowly jog around the room. Vaggie started making airplane noises, as if she were flying. Sure, she could use her wings, but it was more fun on top of Charlie’s shoulders. She felt so tall! She was on top of the world!

Charlie eventually got a little tired of running around the room and set Vaggie back on the bed.

“Was that fun, sweetie?” 

“Mhm, mhm!”

Vaggie was having an amazing time. Charlie put on cartoons for her next. Bluey was on and she was loving it. She was so immersed in the show. She started babbling nonsense, clearly feeling smaller than before. It was starting to worry Charlie that she might’ve not bought enough stuff for babies.

“Hey, baby, how old are you feeling?” Charlie asked her. Vaggie babbled something very incoherent and that she couldn’t understand.

“Can you show me on your fingers?”

Vaggie held up 2 fingers. That was a little good. She wasn't a full infant yet, not too much to worry about.

Charlie smiled at her and kissed her forehead as she got up to give her a bottle. She left the bedroom to go fill up the bottle with tap water in the bathroom. As she was filling it up, she heard a screech come from Vaggie. She quickly turned off the tap and screwed on the lid before running back.

“Vaggie?! What’s wrong?!” She panicked, seeing Vaggie crying on the bed. 

“L-left!” she cried. Charlie swiftly turned off the tv and picked her up and sat on the bed, cradling her in her lap.

“Shhh, I’m here now, I’m sorry i left, shh” She gave back rubs and kisses, trying her best to calm the crying angel down. She didn’t want any of the other residents to find out that Vaggie regressed. Not just yet.only when vaggie is ready.

Vaggie’s cries turned into sniffles and she soon calmed down, clinging to Charlie. As they cuddled, Charlie soon felt something warm and wet drip onto her lap. She sat up, confused and then realized Vaggie had started to cry again, extremely blushy. That’s when she realized what happened.

“No, sweetie, it’s okay! Accidents happen,” Charlie soothed her back to her relaxed state before she could start up crying again. It’s good she bought a couple diapers. 

Charlie picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom. Luckily, they had all day to regress, so she had the time to give Vaggie a quick bath and change her pants.

During the bath, Vaggie had seemed to have completely forgotten about the accident and just wanted to enjoy her bath. She played with a couple of bubbles while Charlie helped wash her hair

“You like the bubbles, baby?” Charlie asked, washing her hair. Might as well get it done if she is going to bathe her.

“Dey fun!” Vaggie babbled. Charlie chuckled at her cute babbles. 

Once she was all clean, Charlie helped put her into the diaper and one of her baggy shirts. Since she hadn’t changed a diaper before, the tapes ended up a little crooked but hopefully it wouldn't leak later. Vaggie yawned as she was being changed, seemingly pretty tired. It made sense, as she’s barely slept. 

Charlie lifted her off of the bathroom floor after she finished changing her and carried back to the bedroom. She sat on the bed with Vaggie in her lap and began to bottle feed her the cold water. 

After she finished the bottle, she snuggled up against Charlie’s chest, cooing slightly. Once she was sure she had fallen asleep, she tucked her into bed and let her have her nap.

Once she left the room, she pumped her fist in the air. Vaggie finally had a way to relieve her stress! This was amazing! They would need to go to the little store later, and maybe do some caregiver and little bonding activities, and perhaps keep some little food stocked- wait, she was getting ahead of herself. She needs to make sure Vaggie would be okay with it first. All she had to do was wait for Vaggie to wake up and see if she was big or little.

[lttl3babybug]

Hi if you have the time to can you do head canons for cg husk

Absolutely I can! I love Husk sm :3

Cg!Husker Headcanons!

🪄Husk is canonically good with kids so you best believe he’s an amazing cg

🪄He spends a lot of his time behind the bar, cause that’s where he works, so you’re usually right beside him

🪄Either sitting at his feet under the bar or on one of the stools with a colouring page and some crayons

🪄He’ll give you glasses of milk, juice, pop, whatever, while he’s working

🪄Like I mentioned in my cg!Angel Dust post he lets you play with his tail

🪄He doesn’t love it but it keeps you entertained so he’s neutral on the matter

🪄Loves showing you magic tricks! Watching your little eyes light up when he pulls your stuffed rabbit out his hat, oh my god he’s melted into a puddle at the sight

🪄Cause he’s so good with kids he often babysits other regressors round the hotel but don’t worry you get all his special attention

🪄Weather that be him holding you at his hip while he takes care of another fussy little or him letting you have your nap time in his room

🪄He’s constantly letting you know how much he loves you, he’s worried that his mean demeanour is going to scare you away or make you think he doesn’t love you as much as he does

🪄No nonsense cg

🪄Bedtime is bedtime, nap time is nap time. It’s non negotiable

🪄Unless you’ve had a particularly bad day, then he’ll let you stay up an extra hour or two to cuddle or watch tv with him

🪄He’s great at dealing with fussy or bratty littles

🪄He’ll calm them down and then put them in time out, once you’re out of time out he’ll then ask why you were put there and give you a big cuddle if you promise to behave

🪄He doesn’t like having you round him if he’s been drinking, if he’s drunk you get babysat by Angel or Charlie

🪄Going near Alastor is a big no no

🪄He’ll be dragging you away by the hand if he catches you talking to the radio demon

🪄With supervision is…acceptable

🪄But if you’re alone? He’s dragging you away and gently scolding you about how ‘I’ve told you a thousand and one times not to talk to him’

🪄He’s not being a meanie, he just cares about your safety :(

[the-flaming-nightmare]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61979260

After one fateful night of vulnerability, Angel and Alastor grow close in a way that neither of them had ever expected.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated! 🩷

[outlandish-dreamer]

Hey, of course I had to write some fics for this because it's my new obsession xD Let me know what you think if you want!

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart

Regressor! Vaggie & CG! Charlie <3 Word count: 1501

3 months. It’d been nearly three months and it felt as if barely little was changing and only moving at a snail’s pace given that. Not to mention the ever growing threat of Extermination Day as it crept closer and closer. It’s not like she didn’t have faith in her people or the hotel, but at the way it was looking now, Vaggie couldn’t help herself. It was hopeless. No one seemed to have the time or energy to want to get better. Some of them probably didn’t even care in her mind, or that’s what it felt like anyway. There was still so much to do, so many preparations, so much anxiety. No matter how hard they tried, there was still the fear of things going terribly wrong looming over her head. Vaggie was trying her best to be her usual stoic self and yet that didn’t stop even her from being afraid. Afraid of losing everything. Plus, it didn’t exactly help knowing that her once best kept secret was now aired out to the one person who meant the world to her. The one person she never wanted to know. And that destroyed her. More than Heaven ever could. 

Ironically enough, it happened just a week after their trip to Heaven. Vaggie had finally reached her breaking point. She was anxiously pacing around her and Charlie’s room, mind racing trying to come up with a plan. Recognizing the pain in her soles from almost burning a hole in the floor, she sighed and lowered herself to the floor, the side of her face resting in her palm. Why couldn’t she think of anything? Each time she did it just didn’t work somehow. “What am I doing wrong? If none of us comes up with anything, no one’s gonna actually survive this. Especially me.” She groaned and sunk her head into her lap in defeat. Not only was she exhausted, but she was slipping between headspaces, much to her shock. With how much and how hard she’d been working these past few months, the time to regress had been a complete afterthought. There just wasn’t any to spare in a situation like this. Still, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise to her that she was close to slipping. She desperately needed to at the very least, calm down if not de-stress. However, her stubbornness wasn’t willing to give in, pushing it down as far as she could as she tried to keep her composure. 

After a little while, Vaggie couldn’t stop herself any more. If she did, it would only get so much worse. That happened only once, right after she had her wings cut off, and it wasn’t something she wanted to relive. Pulling her legs up to her chest, tears built up in the corner of her eyes as she sunk her head in defeat. She wasn’t hysterical. Not even that sad to be quite honest. Just ashamed. Ashamed that she couldn’t stay in her usual headspace and even more so that she wanted something she knew she didn’t deserve. 

It wasn’t unusual for her to not hear from Vaggie after an argument. Both of them weren’t great when it came to conflict, admittedly Charlie moreso especially given their most recent…discovery, if that’s what you could call it. Truthfully, Charlie didn’t know how to react at first and if you were to have asked her then, she would’ve stated she couldn’t even stand knowing that woman was in the same building as her let alone being her so called “partner.” Yeah, what a load that was. Now though, after a good amount of time had passed, Charlie cooled down. It was…a lot to take in, and even more to not completely lose her mind over, but she could understand to an extent. Not wanting to tell someone you love something in fear of them judging or leaving you. She couldn’t imagine how the other must’ve felt all that time.The truth was at the end of the day, she loved Vaggie. Nothing, not even being an ex-angel could come between that. 

That was the main thing on her mind as she made her way to her room. She was going to talk to Vaggie, effectively this time, and work this out. Unlike any other issue she’d faced, this was something she understood and knew would actually work. After all, it was their problem to solve and it’s not like it was doing them any good just ignoring it. Charlie took a deep breath and ran through again in her head what she was going to say, basing the next thought on the other’s hypothetical response. That was cut short, much to her usual need to be prepared, once walked in the room. Clearing her throat, she began “Hey Vaggie, can I come in? I think it’s time we..”

The princess was stopped in her tracks at the site of her usually put together girlfriend. Taken aback, her eyes widened in recognition as she looked down at her, studying her body language. 

Vaggie sniffled and looked up hearing someone come in. Quickly she wiped her face with her arm and swallowed. “Ma..Charlie-” She stopped herself instinctively, straightening herself up. 

Charlie’s expression softened.“You feeling small, hun? I know it’s been a minute, you can tell me.” She murmured, making her way across and sitting down next to her. Vaggie bit the inside of her cheek and thought about it for a moment before nodding her head, her eyes glassy from earlier. Charlie felt her heart tug and brought her into her arms. Part of her felt like shit for not coming sooner, given how the girl looked so…scared. “Oh baby…” She sighed sadly. “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t notice this before.” Vaggie let herself cry for a few minutes, practically falling into Charlie. 

What she said stuck with her though, given her younger headspace. Pulling away, she shook her head and asked quietly, confused. “Why’re you sorry? ‘M sorry.” She gestured to herself, proving her point. Charlie tilted her head. “Hmm? What was that? Oh…” She asked before realizing what she was talking about. “Even now she knows. God, this must've been way more than I imagined. So much more…” She shook her head and nodded at Vaggie. She couldn’t say much of what she wanted to say now, but she could do what she really wanted to do. “I don’t like that you kept this from me, but I understand. You were scared and trying to do what was right, I can’t blame anyone for that.” She began, looking Vaggie in the eye. As she moved to brush a hair out of her face, she continued. “And though it took some time…I forgive you.”

Vaggie sniffled. She couldn’t believe it, did she, she had to have meant it, right? She wouldn’t just say that. Not to her. “Really?” A quiet voice broke the silence. “Cross my cold dead heart.” Charlie answered, feigning the motion gasping quickly as Vaggie pulled her into a bone crushing hug. Cooing at the gesture, she got to her feet and moved them to their bed. She laid down, pulling Vaggie back into her arms who still looked upset. Curious, she grazed the side of her cheek. “What’s wrong sweetheart? You don’t have to talk, but you know you can tell me.” 

“P’omise?” Vaggie murmured, not wanting to sound too sad. She’d been enough of a baby, she was a big kid! Big kid’s don’t let things bother them. Charlie chuckled softly and nodded. “I promise. What’s going on in that little head?” Vaggie thought about how to phrase it. She wasn’t great at explaining things when she was like this. It either sounded like babbling or “too grown-up” still this was Charlie. Her mama, She of all people, would understand. “I know you forgive me, but…m’ still sor’ry. For lyin’ bout for not..for all the things I did. For bein’ bad..” She whispered, regretfully. 

Charlie tilted her head, letting the girl's words sink in. A sympathetic smile tugging on her lips she intertwined one of her hands with hers. “Shh I know, baby. It’s alright. Really! I’m glad you told me. You have nothing to be sorry for, though. No need to apologize.” With a reassuring look, Vaggie believed her. Nodding slowly, she snuggled up closer to Charlie and yawned, a weight lifting off her shoulders. She looked so peaceful, a well deserved rest after all the work it took to finally get here. Back next to her mama. Before long, she drifted off to sleep and Charlie moved to turn off the light, moving ever slowly so as to not wake her. As she settled back into her spot, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, smiling at how much space this one took in her heart. “I love you.” She whispered, following Vaggie she was about to fall asleep too. “My perfect angel.”

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Credit goes to @little-spades for the DNI banner!

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🌀Master list Of My Fics🌀

Here you will find all the age regression fics I've written. some are old while some will new

Tumblr Agere Request Page

Marvel Sleepy Boy little peter parker The Pup's Birthday little peter parker

Rise Of The Guardians( mostly about the snowflake that is Jack) Starlight & Jack

Stranger Things(99& of this is Regressed Steve, why? cuz there isn't enough little fics of steve) It's Okay Classification Results Little Helper

Hazbin Hotel Little Fawn little Alastor Nap Time Little Vaggie Surprise! Little Alastor

Helluva Boss Pumpkin Patch Little Blitzo Little Hours Little Moxxie Let's Be Little Together Little Fizz & Blitzo

Danny Phantom(this will be all about little Danny) crayons Midnight Snack Bubbles & Bed-times

The Lost Boys Shopping Littles Marko & Michael

DC Comics Rainy days little Bruce Visitors little Bruce

Teen Wolf( most of this is little stiles not gonna lie) The Wolf's Kit Little Stiles Gaming & Kisses Little Stiles Magnus Bane The Loved Babysitter Of Brooklyn Little Alec(Shadowhunters) and Little Stiles My Hero Academia(also not gonna lie. 99% of this is little Katsuki) Adorable Dada's Natural Hair Color Dadazawa's Scarf Stuffie Mr. & Mrs. Shimura Little Thief

i will be editing more on the list as i go with writing more

Credit to cutiecorner for this banner(the blue one with the stars and yellow writing)

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WIP Wednesday - Period Pains

Request by @yourneurodivergentlady

TW: Period blood, mention of nausea, mention of Valentino, drugs, and alcohol

Plot: Crymini gets her period in the middle of the night and regresses.

Crymini woke up at around two in the morning, and her body felt like it was instantly struck by a double… no, triple… wait, scratch that. Her body felt like the aftermath of being hit by a quadruple-decker bus. Her stomach and legs were in immense pain. She felt like she was going to throw up, and her head was throbbing. She wanted to get up, but her body was in so much agony that it felt like it was anchored to the mattress. That’s when Crymini’s headspace slipped. She wanted her mommy and papa to comfort her, and she did the only thing that she could physically do: cry.

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Husk was sleeping when he woke up to Crymini’s crying through the baby monitor that rested on his nightstand.

“Crymini?” Husk muttered, his voice lingered with tiredness and concern. He got up out of his bed and walked over down the hallway. He then spotted Angel heading to Crymini’s door.

“You heard her crying, too?”

“Yeah, I can check to see if she’s okay,” Angel offered, yawning.

“Val kept you up for the past few nights, you need sleep,” Husk said.

“I know, but I really like helping you out with Crymini when’s she little.”

Husk knew Angel was right. He loved looking after little Crymini. It helped him get his mind off of drinking, taking drugs, and his boss at work. Plus, the hyena really enjoyed her mama’s company whenever she was tiny, a stark contrast to whenever she was big.

“Well, okay,” Husk smiled a bit. “I’ll get the nursery ready for her while you check out what’s wrong.”

“Thanks, Whiskers,” Angel smiled back.

Husk walked back to his room while Angel gave a couple of soft knocks on Crymini’s door.

“Mini, what’s wrong, baby?” Angel asked. He opened the door and his heart dropped when he saw Crymini upset. “What’s wrong, baby? Did you have a bad dream?”

The hyena’s sobs simmered down as Angel walked over to her and helped her out of bed. When he did, he saw that her sheets were stained with blood.

“Aw, baby, are you on your time of the month?”

Crymini whined tearfully, trying her hardest not to cry again. She didn’t mean to have an accident, especially during the middle of the night.

“Shhh, princess, it’s okay,” Angel soothed as he gave Crymini a hug. “Mama’s not mad at you. Periods happen when you least expect it. We’ll get you and your sheets cleaned up, and you can sleep in Papa’s room.”

Angel removed the sheets from Crymini’s bed and put them in the hamper. He then guided her to the bathroom and washed his hands while she sadly fussed from the pain she was sustaining.

“I know, Mini, I know,” the spider cooed as he kissed Crymini’s forehead and gently rubbed her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Crymini hiccuped.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Making a mess an’ wa’in’ you up.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetie. Everybody makes messes and mistakes from time to time. That doesn’t make me and Papa love you any less.”

Angel gave Crymini another forehead kiss.

“I’m just gonna give Papa a text so he can help us out.”

“I’m in t’ouble?” Crymini sniffled.

“No, baby, of course not,” Angel reassured. “He’s just gonna help me make you feel all better.”

Angel began texting Husk.

🩷🕷️: “Mini’s on her period”

❤️🐈‍⬛: "Damn, that’s gotta suck :("

🩷🕷️: "She had an accident, so I’m gonna give her a bath. Can you get the changing station ready?”

❤️🐈‍⬛: “Yeah, I’ll get everything ready for the baby.”

❤️🐈‍⬛️: "I can get her some pain relieving medicine and make a bottle for her if you want me to. And my door's open so you can change her after her bath."

🩷🕷️: “Thanks, Husk! She would love a bottle! Love you ^3^”

❤️🐈‍⬛: "Love you, too, honey"

Angel turned on the bath and adjusted the knobs so warm water will fill the tub up. Once he tested the temperature of said water, he got Crymini undressed and gently placed her in the tub. He gently scrubbed her body as he hummed and planted gentle forehead kisses every now and then. Crymini felt a lot more calm as Angel bathed her. She felt her tears dry and she began taking deep breaths.

“There we go, Mini. You’re doing a good job at calming down, I’m proud of you,” Angel praised.

After Crymini was bathed, Angel helped her out of the tub and dried her off with a fluffy, warm towel. He wrapped it around her and carried her to Husk’s room.

“Where’s Papa?” The hyena asked.

“He’s getting you some medicine and something to drink,” Angel said as he laid Crymini down on the changing pad that rested on top of Husk’s dresser. He changed her into a diaper and a pair of fuzzy pajamas with an anglerfish design on the shirt.

“There you go,” Angel said as he picked Crymini up and wrapped her in a hug. “You feelin’ better, sweet girl?”

Crymini nodded, but groaned once her legs and stomach started hurting again. Angel kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back, shushing her softly. Husk arrived on cue with two Midol pills and a baby bottle filled with chocolate milk.

Not so fun fact from the author: I get leg cramps every time I get my period. Why? Because God hates me /hj