#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

[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.”

[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. 

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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.

[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!)

[ronnie-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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[bunny-is-cute]

Little Luci Doesn’t Need…

Chapter 1: A Nap

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The baby felt so tired as he sat on the floor, trying to play with his duckies as he normally did at 12 in the afternoon. The devil yawned and rubbed one of his eyes that dared leak a tear.

It’s been nearly two weeks since he had proper sleep, one where he wasn’t awoken by nightmares and waking up alone in the giant mansion that he haunted with his mere presence. Seven years of sheer loneliness where no one checked up on him, or if they did he had no memory of it.

Lucifer was the devil, but he was also a little.

It was a concept designed by Heaven in hopes of healing souls who, at one point, could have been redeemed. He remembered how many centuries ago, even before the birth of his child, when he had tried to be a caretaker for many of Hell’s newest littles. But he failed them all when it was revealed he also was a little. And he hated it ever since.

He hated how his body would transform into a child, one that matched his mental age, and how weak he was during this time.

And that weakness was now demanding that he took a nap.

He shook his head stubbornly. He may have had the body of a three-year-old, but he was a big boy man! And men don’t need naps!

Though the idea of being nice and warm certainly appealed to him. Hell was supposed to be hot, so then why did he often feel so cold?

He let out a sudden shiver and sneeze.

Lucifer hugged one of his stuffed duckie closer, his little hands gripping the soft fabric as if it could somehow chase away the weariness. His eyes felt heavier with every blink, his resistance crumbling. He wished for someone to tuck him in, but he quickly shook off the thought. He didn't need anyone; he was used to being alone.

He sniffled, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, his body betraying him as exhaustion crept in. Maybe... maybe just a small nap wouldn't be so bad. He could lie on the couch, with his duckies surrounding him, and that would be enough. No one needed to know. No one was there to see him anyway.

Lucifer sighed, giving in to his body's demands, and slowly climbed onto the couch, hugging his stuffed duckies. He pulled a blanket over himself, curling into a small ball. The coldness seemed to seep into his bones, and he wished he could just feel warm and safe, even if only for a little while.

His eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was drifting off, the fatigue washing over him like a tidal wave. In his dreams, he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by warmth, by a comforting presence that told him everything would be okay. He wasn't the devil, he wasn't a failure, and he wasn't alone. Just a little Lucifer, finally at peace, at least for now.

And perhaps, just perhaps, even the devil deserved a moment of tenderness in his lonely eternity.

[thehauntedjukebox]

hazbin hotel oneshot requests!

hi y’all! haunty here! i wanted to now say that i am accepting one shot requests! these requests will be posted on ao3, and possibly on here as well. for now i am only doing hazbin hotel requests, below are my do’s and do nots:

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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]

Can we get more Cg!Adam?

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Staring

Warning: this post does contain one or two bad words :(

You were a clingy little one, that wasn’t a secret. But just how clingy you were was something Adam was still pushing the limits of. He could leave you in front of the tv for 15 minutes before you’d realise he was gone and come toddling after him while whining and pouting. He could put you to bed but he had to stay with you until you’d fully off to sleep and while having you rely on him so much was a huge ego boost on Adam’s part it came with some issues while you two walked around heaven.

Adam loved holding you, resting you on his hip and such, everyone knew that but not everyone exactly...enjoyed the sight of Adam and you. You perched on his hip and head on his shoulder while him and lute were deep in conversation, he hadn’t even noticed your small attempts to hide yourself while others stared and whispered. It took him a moment but eventually he registered what was happening when he heard a faint whisper of, “disgusting freak” from someone. He turned to face the couple who were staring.

He wasn’t about to have that! Someone calling his perfect angel names? Not on his watch, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He spat the two, holding you close to him. “They’re with me. Don’t fucking forget it either” his words filled with venom as the couple scurried off, he looked down at you. A confused look across Adam’s face when he saw you with your hands over your ears and face in his chest. He was worried. We’re you crying? We’re you overwhelmed? Sleepy? Hungry?

All his worries subsided when he heard a faint giggle however, he watched you peak out from the folds in his robe and continue to quietly giggle at him. “You said a baaad word”, clearly this was thoroughly entertaining to you. “Oh you like it when I say those bad words hm?” Adam mused with a small smirk, “makes you all giggly and smiley huh? That’s what I like to see. My sweet baby all happy”. He was such a sweetheart with you.

[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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[sugar-sweet-tea]

Two posts in one day?! Wow I’m so generous lol. I’m kidding this was definitely long overdo.

🔥Hazbin Hotel🔥

One of my favourite fandoms.

And incase you couldn’t tell.. I really like agere content. So! I finally mustered up some courage to publish this fic. Again, it was originally on AO3 but I’m not gonna deprive you guys of this. I hope you like it! And I feel like I’m one of the only people who don’t actually hate this character.. and actually kinda like him a lot and imagining him and writing him as a little. I don’t condone anything that he’s done and yeah he’s an asshole but he’s also small right now lol.

Baby Jail lol

This fic is also inspired by the amazing art of @leila54yks3 so definitely go check them out and their art because it’s honestly 100/10.

They make amazing agere content, especially Hazbin Hotel and one of their art pieces is what this fic is written off of. Try to see if you can find it on their page.

And yes I did get permission :)

And please feel free to talk to me about this kind of stuff (agere Hazbin Hotel) if you want, I love to talk and to listen!

And go check it out on AO3 too if you like my writing :)

Without much further ado! Fanfiction :)

It was 12:03.

Angel was late.

The good thing was that he knew he was already late and ran as fast as he could. The bad news was that he knew Valentino would not care for his excuses and punish him just the same.

Nevertheless, that didn't make having to get to work any less stressful. He'd rather waste 5 minutes of his time instead of 10 or 15.

Angel had gotten caught up with talking with his friends at the hotel. And when he finally noticed the time, his heart sank. He had to quickly rush to get ready before essentially bolting out the door.

By the time he actually got to the studio, it was thankfully only 12:10.

He hurriedly entered the building before finding it strangely quiet and not busy. Angel looked around a bit confused as to why he wasn't being yelled at for being late.

That's when he noticed what was missing. Everyone was just waiting around and talking to each other. It was strange to see them not yelling and just talking normally. Strangely enough, this only furthered Angel's assumption that something was wrong.

"Hey uh, any news in where Val is?" He asked one of his costars.

"No idea. He's been absent all day." One of them answered him.

Angel wasn't sure wether to be happy or nervous.

Happy that he might not have to deal with Valentino's wraith today. But anxious that he might have to make up for the time lost tomorrow.

He eyed Val's dressing room.

He wanted to go in there. Just to see if he was in there. As far as he could remember, this has never happened. He's never just randomly canceled the shoot without saying anything or having Vox spread out a message.

He couldn't stop the thoughts that plagued his mind surrounding what might be happening. And despite his better judgement, he started making his way to the door anyway.

Gulping nervously, he gently put his hand on the door knob. Thankfully no one really payed attention to Angel as he slowly and gently opened the door.

The room was relatively dark, strangely uncharacteristic from the moth that loved the light.

“V-val?” Angel’s voice echoed around the room. That’s when he noticed the faint sound of what sounded like.. whining?

Whining and.. crying.

But somehow, it didn’t sound like any adult Angel has ever heard cry. No. This sounded a lot more.. childlike. Almost like a baby.

“What the fuck? What’s a baby doing in hell?!” Angel exclaimed surprised. He quickly started to use his hands to look around the room for the source of the noise.

Then finally in one corner of the room where sat a pile of clothes, sat a little baby moth.

Said moth that had little baby wings that looked like they wouldn’t even be able to carry him. With little droopy antennas and a tear streaked face.

The little moth whined while making grabby hands towards the spider.

“Holy shit!” Angel yelled, jumping back from surprise at the little moth. Unfortunately this only caused the moth to cry even harder. Big, fat tears rolled it’s way down his little cheeks.

“Waaaaaaaaaaa!” Val cried even harder.

Angel, panicked and still quite unsure what to do.

Sighing and figuring that there wasn’t much he could do right now, he decided to pick up the moth.

“Shhh shhhh it’s ok. I’m sorry I scared y’a.” Angel gently rocked the little moth side to side to calm him down.

“Shh calm down bud it’s ok shh shh” he kept shushing him till the moth was reduced to small whimpers again.

“Now to see what happened…” Angel thought to himself.

Angel looked around the room before spotting a mysterious bottle on the floor that had a baby pacifier on it.

“Baby potion?” He read outloud.

“Ah.. potion baby” he said holding up Val.

The little moth couldn’t help but giggle.

“What am I gonna do now?” Angel thought out loud.

He wasn’t sure what to do with the baby moth demon in his arms.

How long would Val stay like this?

What would happen to him with his contract?

Oh Satan..

What would happen if the other Vee’s found out?

Angel sighed before looking at Val. The baby moth was playing with the fluff on his chest.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad.. and you’re kinda cute like this.” Angel gently booped Val’s little face causing the baby to break out into giggles.

Angel smiled.

[ronnie-quinn]

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.

———

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

[agerefandom]

Shadow Play

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Regressor!Charlie, caregiver!Alastor

Words: 1,965

Summary: When Charlie and Vaggie come back from Heaven, Alastor goes to seek out Charlie and finds her feeling very little indeed.

Warnings: Alastor is being a caregiver for largely manipulative reasons, so there’s an underlying issue of trust. Mentions of surveillance and lack of privacy.

A/N: I woke up this morning with this scene fully formed in my head and absolutely had to get it written as soon as possible.

Alastor was enjoying the chaos that had ensued in the aftermath of Charlie and Vaggie’s trip to Heaven. From their first appearance back in the lobby of the hotel, it was clear that things had gone badly. Their intrepid leader had run up the stairs, unwilling to meet the eyes of any of her hotel’s residents. Vaggie had hesitated, clearly caught between following Charlie and remaining to explain the events of the meeting.

In the end, Vaggie had joined the other hotel residents with slumped shoulders, uncharacteristically subdued. Alastor listened to the story of their ill-fated time in Heaven, his smile only growing.

Charlie would be utterly destroyed by the suggestion that she was responsible for the targeting of the hotel. She was separated from her most loyal source of support, and the looming threat was something that Alastor just happened to have a solution in-hand for…

Oh, things were getting interesting indeed.

As the residents started to question Vaggie’s history, Alastor slipped into the shadows, away from the group. He had no interest in the fallout on this side of things: he had another job to do.

Travelling through the shadows, he made his way up to the rooms that Charlie and Vaggie shared. It was a familiar journey: he did keep tabs on the occupants occasionally. He was hardly obsessive about surveillance, unlike some of Hell’s citizens, but it was his job to oversee the hotel, and that meant knowing about the coming-and-goings of the residents.

Alastor stepped out of the shadows and took in the scene: Charlie was fully hidden in the blankets on the bed, her little demon assistants fluttering anxiously around her. He could hear Charlie sobbing in her little nest.

“Oh, Charlie,” Alastor said, feeling his smile stretch the limits of his face. “You look an absolute mess.”

Alastor made his way to her side of the bed, shooing her little assistants away as they tried to get into his way. Even here, he couldn’t see Charlie’s face: she was completely covered, wrapped in a cocoon of sheets. Sighing, Alastor sat down on the edge of the mattress and patted the lump that he thought was likely to be Charlie’s head.

“You have a captive audience downstairs, waiting to see what inspiring performance you have planned next! Is this any way to be acting after dooming your friends?”

A hand emerged from the blankets and swatted at his arm, clearly not a fan of his attempt at comfort. Charlie’s sobs continued unabetted, choked and helpless. Alastor could feel her shifting inside the blankets, curling up tighter onto herself.

What a sorry sight. She was clearly worse off than Alastor had calculated: this might need a gentler hand than he had planned.

“Honestly, Charlie.” Alastor crossed his legs and dismissed his staff from his grasp, leaving both hands free. He gestured over one of her assistants and took the box of tissues from its hands. It glared at him distrustfully, but allowed him to take it. Alastor took advantage of the opening that Charlie had created in the blankets by trying to push him away. He gripped the corner of the blanket and pulled it down, exposing a part of the demon girl hidden inside: a bit of golden hair, mussed and staticky from the comforter.

Alastor reached in and petted Charlie’s head, keeping his claws gentle on her scalp.

“This is no way to face your problems,” he said, gentle but prodding. Let’s make a plan, Princess. Let me help you.

“Go ‘way.” Charlie shifted again inside the blankets, trying to get away from the affection, but there was really nowhere for her to go. She had trapped herself inside her little bundle, and Alastor continued his ministrations, encouraged by her voice.

“And leave you all alone? I simply couldn’t do such a thing.”

Charlie twisted, and the blankets came loose enough for Alastor to see her face, peering up at him from the shadows of her cocoon. She was, indeed, an absolute mess: her cheeks splotchy against her pale skin, eyes rimmed with red, her nose running. The most pathetic creature he’d ever seen: you would hardly guess the amount of power that hid inside that disgusting shell.

“You don’t care,” Charlie said, her voice muffled with tears.

“Of course I care.” Alastor put a hand to his chest, offended. It wasn’t a lie: he cared about quite a few things. There was no need to specify whether Charlie’s emotional well-being was one of them.

Charlie looked up at him for a moment, her expression blank. Alastor would guess that she was trying to gauge his response, but it looked like her thoughts were having difficulty. After a few seconds of staring, Charlie’s expression screwed up again and she started to cry anew.

“I wan’ Vaggie,” she said, and started to sob.

“Then I will fetch her,” Alastor said, and moved to stand. As expected, Charlie’s hand shot out from the blankets and caught his wrist.

“No!!” Charlie pulled him back down and Alastor folded easily. “No, I don’ want Vaggie.”

“You’re being very contrary,” Alastor pointed out. “Will you come out of your blankets?”

“Nnnn.” Charlie glared up at him. Alastor held up the box of tissues and wiggled it temptingly. Charlie reached out a hand, but he kept it out of her reach.

“Ah, ah. Only princesses who are sitting up are allowed to blow their noses.”

Charlie narrowed her eyes, but obediently sat up: the blankets fell around her waist as she did so, revealing her messy hair and wrinkled shirt. Alastor rewarded her with the box of tissues, and Charlie blew her nose messily, then tossed the tissue onto the floor beside the bed.

Alastor subtly used a shadow to toss it into the trash can.

“There you are.” He patted Charlie’s knee, encouragingly. “Back on the path to success. Would you like some water?” Alastor shot a look to one of her little assistants, who were still lurking around the bed, but Charlie shook her head.

“I want… I want…”

There was a moment where Alastor thought she might actually make it through a sentence, but then Charlie crumbled back into sobs.

“Oh, dear.” Alastor slipped through the shadows and re-settled on the other side of the bed, sitting beside Charlie so that he could put an arm around her shoulders. “I’ve never seen such a display. What’s wrong, princess?”

“M’useless!” Charlie cried, and leaned into Alastor’s embrace.

Alastor could feel her tears getting on his coat, and could only hope that there was no snot following suit. Still, he tightened his grip on her shoulders, rubbing his hand up and down her arm comfortingly. He didn’t reply, waiting for more information.

“Vaggie l-l-lied and I don’t know what to do and I’m just too little and I hate it all,” Charlie managed through her tears. “I don’ like being alone when I’m like this but Vaggie h-hates me!”

“But you’re not alone,” Alastor said, ignoring the rest for now. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Y-yeah.” Charlie sniffed. “But you don’t… you’re not…”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of you, if you need it,” Alastor said. He knew about this game that Charlie and Vaggie played occasionally, not quite mother and daughter but something approaching it. It wasn’t something he had personal interest in, but it certainly seemed to be what Charlie needed at the moment. “Would you like me to help you?”

Charlie paused for a moment, her face hidden between Alastor’s chest and her messy hair.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, and Alastor smiled down at her.

--

Alastor surprised himself with how much he was enjoying this game with Charlie.

He had cleaned her face and gotten out her regression gear from the drawer where it was kept. She hadn’t questioned how he knew where to get her supplies, only opened her mouth for her pacifier when he held it up. She had relaxed once it was in her mouth, blinking up at him with eyes that seemed bigger than ever before.

He let her choose a new outfit, and she chose a set of pyjamas with kittens printed on them. Alastor helped her change, slipping off her suspenders, unbuttoning her shirt. She wiggled into her pyjama pants and put her hands up in the air so that Alastor could slip the shirt over her head. It was a novel experience: Alastor didn’t undress many people, and he had never helped someone get dressed before. He could have simply snapped his fingers to change her, of course, but it felt important to take these steps slowly. The vulnerability of it almost turned his stomach on Charlie’s behalf, but the trust that she was placing in him was sweet on his tongue.

She was quiet, with her pacifier in: she looked at him with expectation in her eyes.

Alastor was at a loss for the next part of this experience, but he refused to allow Charlie to see his uncertainty. He thought of Niffty on her rare tired nights, how she would lift her arms for Alastor to carry her.

Alastor picked Charlie up and Charlie squeaked behind her pacifier, throwing her arms around Alastor’s shoulders. Alastor chuckled and gave her a little bounce in his hold. For the first time that day, he saw Charlie smile behind her pacifier, her eyes crinkling.

He brought her back to the bed, waving a hand to smooth out the blankets, and sat down with Charlie in his lap.

“Would you like to hear a story, princess?”

Charlie nodded, pulling in her legs to curl up in Alastor’s grasp.

Alastor kept one arm around his little bundle, and used his other arm to gesture to the shadows. They came alive at his command, crawling onto the sheets in indistinct shapes. Charlie tensed up slightly, but Alastor kept them at the base of the bed, far away from where they sat.

“This is a story about a girl who grew up the youngest of her siblings,” Alastor said, and the shadows drew together into the shape of a girl with long hair and billowing skirts. “They had a wealthy neighbour, named Bluebeard, who just couldn’t keep a wife. Every time he married, his wife would vanish soon after. People said that he was cursed.”

The shadows played their parts, as Alastor told the story: the hulking form of Bluebeard, the dark set of keys that he gave to his new wife: Charlie watched it all in rapt attention, as if she had never heard the story before, and perhaps she hadn’t. It was a human legend, after all, and Hell had its own folklore.

Alastor took his time with the reveal of the murdered wives, the stained keys, and Charlie looked up at him with childish horror and apprehension. The story ended happily, of course: or as happily as it could, with a bodycount of six dead wives and a righteously killed murderer.

Charlie clapped when the shadows subsided back to their natural shapes, and Alastor patted her head.

“’nthr?” Charlie asked through her pacifier. Her expression was hopeful, and she couldn’t quite look at Alastor as she asked.

“Of course,” said Alastor, and drew up the shadows once more.

There would be time enough later, to weave his web and make his deals. For now, he could feel Charlie leaning further against him, exhaustion from the trip making itself known. For now, he could feel her trust in him growing, like a flower almost ready to bloom.

Alastor softened his voice and let Charlie drift into sleep, continuing his story as his shadows played their roles, back and forth across the foot of the bed.

Yes, this was enough for now.