My name is Gabry.
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My current fixations: Hazbin Hotel and Cult of the Lamb.
Ok so. I ended up kinda obsessed by this "what if Morgan sweet and harmless" idea. I called him Maryl to not get confused in my tags.
Size difference is out of hand with this one, couldn't help it it emphasize the character dynamic so well with this personality change XD
I did not realize I was drawing the same pose twice for Leshy showing teeth, menacing something lower than him.
Me: so much characters to draw, a lot of Narilamb ideas I haven't drawn yet
Also me: Another version of Leshycat
I was at my Grandma's so i took a pencil, a pen and some printer paper to draw. I was surprised to make something good, I'm so out of touch now with tradi that I tend to do shit.
It's a nightmare to colo a photo or a scan of a pencil drawing on toshop cause I have to tweak and clean until the line is consistent and the paper actually white!
Hi, I saw that your matchup are open. Could you do one with one or two of Hazbin Hotel's characters?
I am male (he/him), pansexual and scorpio and INFJ-T. And I like to be called Gabry.
Appearance
I’m 173 cm tall, have a very thin and slender body, dark brown eyes and hair and short, fluffy and tidy hair. I have olive skin and thick but tidy eyebrows.
About me
I am shy and introverted. I am that kind of person who doesn’t like to stay in a crowd, but I like to be around people that I feel I can trust. And often I gladly speak with them. Even if sometimes it’s hard for me to speak about my feelings or my thoughts (or make a logical phrase).
I’m an anxious guy, and sometimes it gets me easily. This happens because sometimes I think about all the things that I have to do or want to do or when I find myself in a situation where I have a work to do and I can’t do all the things or there is something that blocks me (physical or mental), so I go into paranoia and think: ‘what should I do?’; ‘Am I doing it in the right way?’; ‘Should I do that or not?’; ‘Did I do that or not?’; ‘Did I say that in the right way?’; ‘Did I miss something?’. And it happens with important and even stupid things that I give weight. And to drive away my paranoia, I do three things: convincing myself that I’m doing/did that in the right way, ignoring my paranoia or asking for someone's opinion/help.
I’m touchy. When someone scolds me, I could be offended or feel bad. Or when I watch a particular sad/angst scene of a movie/TV series or I see a similar situation in real life, it could change my mood for an entire day (sometimes, it doesn’t always happen).
Often everybody that I know describe me as a tidy guy. And they are right. I like to tidy/clean up all my things (and not) as I want. Even though I know that I can’t clean everything and sometimes I don't do that because I say ‘another day’ (and it ends up that I clean it up).
I often don’t smile. Except when I smile for being polite or when I’m genuinely happy, I’m not that kind of person who has a smile for all the day.
I have low self-esteem and sometimes a little and stupid and not major mistake that I make can change my mood to the bad for an entire day
Sometimes I melt for everything are cute. Like kitties, puppies and newborns (I think that all of them are cute) or when I watch a cute moment in a movie/TV series.
Sometimes I have my head in the clouds. Because I like to let my imagination run and create with my mind my own story/scenaries that it’s built by all the fictions that I watch/read every day.
Sometimes I overreacted for all the situations are not significant, but other times I could have a neutral reaction (this depends on the value that I choose to give to the situations/things that I see).
Hobbies
Playing video games; watching movies and TV series; reading books and comics (my favorite horror/fantasy/science fiction/drama when it’s serious/thriller); listening to music (from classical to pop and rock).
Likes
Cats, milk chocolate; music; video games; Movies and TV; books and comics; blue and black colors; sweets; mythologies.
Dislikes
Alcohol (I rarely drink red wine, but beer or white wine never); heavy desserts; spicy foods; dark chocolate; mess and dirt.
Extra information
I can play piano.
I often swing my legs, both in opposite directions when I’m sitting. No matter if I’m upset or chill, I make them swing in anyway.
I constantly wash my hands.
Sometimes I could make a sarcastic joke. But it usually refers to myself or about someone who is not the interlocutor that I tell the joke.
Often when I have a job to do, I want to do that myself, because I want to prove that I do that with nobody’s help, even though sometimes I ask for help when I realize that I can’t do that alone.
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❝ YOU ARE MATCHED WITH… Alastor ❞
ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ MEETS STILLNESS.
There is something about you that immediately catches his attention. Not loud, not flashy, not desperate for attention like most souls in Hell. You are quiet. Observant. You think before you speak, even if that thinking spirals. To Alastor, that is… refreshing.
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❝ HE FINDS YOUR MIND INTERESTING. ❞
Your imagination, the way you drift into your own thoughts, building stories from everything you consume. He listens. Actually listens. Encouraging you in that subtle way of his, asking questions, wanting more.
“Go on,” he hums. “You were saying something fascinating.”
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❝ HE CUTS THROUGH YOUR ANXIETY. ❞
When your thoughts start looping, when the “did I do this right?” questions stack endlessly, Alastor does not entertain the spiral. He ends it.
“You did it,” he says simply. “That is enough.”
It is firm. Grounding. It gives your mind something solid to hold onto.
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❝ QUIET COMPANIONSHIP. ❞
You do not need to perform around him. No constant talking. No forced energy. Just existing in the same space, calm, collected, peaceful. It becomes one of your biggest comforts.
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❝ YOUR ORDER MATCHES HIS. ❞
Your need for tidiness, structure, and having things a certain way aligns with him more than you would expect. There is a shared understanding there. A quiet appreciation.
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❝ HE HANDLES YOUR SENSITIVITY… CAREFULLY. ❞
Not soft. Not overly gentle. But intentional. He does not push where it will truly hurt. He notices more than he lets on, adjusting just enough to keep you from being overwhelmed.
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❝ OVERALL ❞
A relationship built on balance.
He stabilizes your chaos.
You soften his sharp edges.
Something quiet. Strange.
And deeply grounding.
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❝ YOU ARE MATCHED WITH… Charlie Morningstar ❞
ꜱᴏꜰᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ THAT HOLDS YOU TOGETHER.
Charlie is warmth in its purest form, and you are exactly the kind of person she wants to protect and cherish. From the moment she meets you, she sees how much you carry internally… and she refuses to let you carry it alone.
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❝ SHE REASSURES YOUR ANXIETY. ❞
Where your thoughts spiral, she steadies them. Not by dismissing them, but by gently guiding you out.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she says softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”
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❝ SHE IS PATIENT WITH YOU. ❞
When you struggle to express your thoughts, when words feel stuck or messy, she waits. She never rushes you. Never pressures you. Your pace becomes her pace.
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❝ SHE BUILDS YOUR CONFIDENCE. ❞
Your low self-esteem does not go unnoticed, and she works against it constantly. Celebrating even the smallest things.
“Gabry, that’s amazing! You did that yourself!”
And she means every word.
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❝ YOU GROUND HER. ❞
Charlie is big emotions, big dreams, big energy. You are calm, thoughtful, steady. You give her a place to slow down, to breathe, to just exist without pressure.
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❝ SHARED SOFTNESS. ❞
Cute things? You both melt instantly.
Movies, stories, music? Endless conversations.
Your imagination? She adores it.
“Oh my gosh, that’s so cute—tell me more!”
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❝ COMFORT COMES NATURALLY. ❞
On your worst days, when your mood drops from something small or overwhelming, she is already there. Holding your hands, pulling you close, reminding you gently.
“You’re doing better than you think you are. I’m really proud of you.”
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❝ OVERALL ❞
A relationship built on warmth.
She lifts you up.
You steady her heart.
Hi, I was wondering if could you write about Husk (if he is one of the character that you can write) x young!adult!reader (platonic of course)?
The reader are introverted, but they work to the hotel as waiter for helping Charlie and Vaggi. And after a stressful day with some rude guests (one of them yelled that reader are useless as waiter), they are in their room, trying to hold anger and the tears swell the eyes. With Husk who tries his best to comfort the reader.
Thank you and have a good day
Ahhhh my first request!!!! Thank you anon, I had a lot of fun writing this! As someone who works in food service I can definitely relate to this because rude costumers are the WORST.
hope you enjoy! :)
“I’ve got a long Island, two harder daddy’s, and a couple other things, it’s all on the ticket. You got them?” Husk handed you a tray full of drinks as you nodded.
Ever since you’d showed up on the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel all you’ve wanted to do was help in any way you were able. Charlie and Vaggi had given you a shelter, support, and a home. In return you gave them your everything.
Recently more sinners had been coming to the hotel, trying their hands at redemption. Usually you were tasked with helping Husker out with the bar. Wether you’re coming up with drink ideas or delivering items to patrons, you always tried your absolute best.
Husk would never admit it out loud but he… tolerated you. You were good at following instructions, and actually pretty skilled at most things, even if you were kinda reserved most of the time. You’re like a little shadow, he smiled fondly as he watched you walk away with the tray of drinks.
You glanced at the ticket on the tray as you traversed the parlor. You’d never minded being a waiter for Husk, it was easy enough and you have the experience for it. You delivered drinks with a customer service smile.
“Here you are, sir. Please let us know if you need anything else.” The guy thanked you and you continued on your way.
As you weaved through the sinner filled room, delivering drinks, you forgot about something important. Watching where your feet are going. You tripped on a tail of some sort, and spilled the three remaining drinks on your tray all over yourself. Perfect.
The owner of the tail spun around with a scowl, “Watch where you’re going bitch! You’d better hope my drink wasn’t on that tray.”
Any sort of guilt you had felt for stepping on the demon’s tail dissipated instantly when you heard their tone. “Right, well I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you. I’m sure your drink will be out shortly.” You said flatly, picking yourself up off the ground. Brushing the tray off you headed back to the bar.
“Hey Husk, I need another Manhattan, an HD and a Lemon Drop please.” You announced as you set down the tray.
“Didn’t I just- oh.” He stopped short as he took in your appearance. “You good kid?”
“Yep.” Currently you were trying to ignore the sticky feeling of your alcohol drenched shirt.“Wasn’t watching where I was going, sorry.”
“No apologies necessary.” He hands you a new tray with drinks, “can you take these? I’ll have the other ones done when you get back.”
“Sounds good.” You started out again, being a bit more careful this time. You’re having the absolute time of your life handing out drinks, not. And that’s when a rando walks up to you, completely ignoring the fact that you’re trying to do your job and.
“Hey can you guys make a-“ the sinner rambles on about some complicated cocktail and you have no fucking clue what half of the shit she said was.
“Sorry ma’am, i don’t think we can do one of those. There’s some menus by the bar with the items we have, we’re also running some-“ the lady cut you off.
“Okay, thanks for nothing I guess.” And sauntered away to hopefully get hit by a car. What who said that. You take a breath to pull yourself together and continue on your mission to deliver these beverages.
One drink left on your tray and of course it’s for that person whose tail you tripped over. “Hello again, your drink is here. Please let us know if you-“
“Yeah yeah, took you long enough.” They cut you off and snatched the drink out of your hand, taking a sip. “Eugh, this tastes like shit. I want a refund.”
“…the drinks are free.” You deadpanned
“Well I’m never gonna get those five seconds back, what a waste of time. Isn’t the costumer always right?” They scoffed
“Yeah, except when they’re not. Feel free to order another drink if that one is not satisfactory. Have a nice day.” You turned on your heel without another word and went to collect your next tray from the bar.
Nine drinks were expertly balanced on your tray. Until they weren’t anymore.
“Oh hey that’s my drink!” Someone had said before snatching it from your tray and causing the other eight to spill all over yourself, and the ground. Now you glare daggers at the dumbass who spilled everything.
“What the actual fuck. Why would you even-“
The sinner with clearly no survival instincts interrupted you, “Woah now buddy, don’t try and blame me for your mistakes. Clearly you’re really shitty at your job. Who drops eight drinks all at once? You’re fucking useless as a waiter.”
You took a breath, and walked away. Ignoring the yelling from behind you. You walk over to the bar.
“Hey kitty, my shift is over in ten minutes I’m just gonna leave early.” You call to Husk.
He scowls at the name, handing you your phone from where you had left it behind the bar, “I fuckin told you not to call me that-“ the scowl dropped when he saw you, “What’s with your face, what the hell happened?”
You pocket your phone, “nothing important. Anyways, I’m out. Good luck.” You give him a little wave and leave before he can start asking you more questions.
Once you get to your room you shower and throw on some comfy pajamas. You flopped into your bed, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts swirl through your head and you finally let yourself go.
You can’t help but think about what those shitty costumers told you today. They called you useless. Bad at your job, they were so mean. You felt the tears start to well up in your eyes, and it made you more mad. You hated that you let them get in your head. Hearing them say out loud what you’d always thought made you livid. And scared. You curl in on yourself, eyes pricking with angry tears as an unwelcome thought creeps in.
Maybe you really are useless.
You jolt at a knock on your door, and someone spoke up from the other side. “Hey, are you doing alright? It been awhile and you usually don’t miss one of Charlie’s exercises.” Husk. If you answer, he’ll hear how fucked up your throat is from crying. So you kept your mouth shut and pulled a blanket over your head in hopes that he would assume you’re asleep and leave.
“Look kid, I’m not fucking stupid, okay? I can hear you moving around in there and you have five seconds before I open this damn door.”
Clearly, Husk wasn’t going anywhere so you sighed and surfaced from under the covers, “you can… come in.” Wincing at your own voice. Immediately the door opened, then clicked shut again softly.
“Wow. You look like shit.” He grimaced as soon as he saw you.
“Thanks.” Sarcasm dripped from your voice as you tugged the blankets back over your head.
“No- kid, that’s not what I meant.” He sat on the edge of your bed, “Come on, confide in your local bartender. What’s wrong?”
Silence filled the room as you hesitated, “… just some unhappy patrons.”
His ears laid back as he narrowed his eyes at the lump of blankets that was you, “Unhappy patrons don’t usually send you to your room holding back tears before your shift is over. What did those chuckle fucks say to you?”
“Apparently I’m a slow and useless waiter, who needs a new job.” You chuckled dryly but the crack in your voice betrayed your true feelings. You could feel your eyes starting to sting again.
“Hey, Shit-” Husk tugged on your blanket lightly, “Hey. You’re not useless. You’re a really good waiter, the best I’ve had the pleasure of working with.” He rolled over and pulled your blanket bundled self into an awkward hug, his wings enclosing you in a safe warm space.
“And if anyone is telling you otherwise I will beat the shit out of them and then kick them to the curb.”
Wet laughter bubbled out as you pulled the covers down a bit, “yeah, okay. Thank you Husk.”
“Anytime kid.” Then he pushed you away a bit, “you need to take a fucking shower you are so sticky.”
You laughed for real this time, and it filled the room with warmth.
Hi, I was wondering if could you write a platonic relationship between Charlie and Vaggie x human!child!reader who have a curse?
The reader are a human child that go to Hell after their parents tried to sacrifice the reader in a ritual. It failed and the reader not only go to Hell, but they even get cursed. And the curse is that after their death, their soul will never reach the Hell or Heaven, where their will go is an enigma. So when Charlie and Vaggie meet them and get to know about the child's curse, they try their best to protect and take care of child, as if they become the new parents of child.
Thank you and sorry for this long test.
Now that I'm with You
Charlie and Vaggie x Reader (platonic)
You rested your arms on the edge of the roof, staring down at the rest of Pentagram City. Distant bombings were heard below. Cars from the streets flew by, with fumes lingering in the air.
Warnings: swearing, satanic-like rituals, author has never seen john constantine in her life(should i watch it?), angel being angel
The Request: " Hi, I have a request: Could you write a one-shot Human GN reader x Angel Dust and Husk(platonic)? The reader is a shy human(age 20-23) with magic skills(like John Constantine) and when they try to do a ritual, they made a mistake, fall into Hell, where they meet Angel and Husk. The first thing that the reader does when they see the two sinners is run away, thinking the two guys want kill them, and in their hopeless flee comes across other sinners who have bad intentions. And when reader thinks they’ll die, Angel and Husk saves them. Hurt/comfort please.” - Anonymous
NOTE: I will make a post about when my requests open up! Until then, think about what you'd like and it'll be first come first serve because of limited slots!
The candles posted around the ritualistic circle were the only light in the basement. Red substance drew out the crude diagram, you standing in the center of it with a blank expression. You were toying around with the spell you’d seen in some ancient grimoire that you’d stolen from an abandoned church. It was clear the user had ill intentions, the latin was eerily spot on for most things you’d stumbled across, and the drawings throughout the entire leatherbound tome had your stomach feeling sick.
This spell sounded promising, though you doubt anything from that book would be good. Still, the sound of this one was tempting and you couldn’t resist an actual working spell from some dusty book. You sliced your palm open, squeezing it firmly to have drops of your blood hit the ground within the ritual circle, murmuring the forgotten tongue under your breath with a glimmer of hope.
Red smoke poured out from the drawn lines, screams of terror echoing loud in the dank room. One minute your feet were standing on solid ground and the next they were swept from under you, plunging deep into the dark abyss of horrifying sounds and thick red smog. Your breath left your lungs as the air around you grew hotter, crimson bleeding into your vision, and you were certain you were going to land with a deadly splat on the ground you hoped would come.
It didn’t hurt as bad as you’d expected. The ground was still solid stone, your back aching with unbearable pain, but you weren’t dead. Or maybe you did die and this was Hell. Figures considering your insistence to meddle with things you shouldn’t. Groaning as you got up, you looked around at the place you found yourself in.
Everything had some hue of red to it. Buildings, the sky, signs, and even the few cars that weren’t completely totaled by some group of thugs. The screams of agony from before were no longer heard, but the faint sounds of moans, laughter, and raging yells was all you could make out. Stepping out front the alleyway, you bumped into something furry who responded with a girlish ‘oomf’.
“Hey! Watch where yur walking, shithead!” They growled. You backed up, fear consuming you at the provocatively dressed entity with multiple limbs. Next to the thing was a cat-looking creature with blood red wings and tail swiping through the air. The two looked at you like you were the weird one in this situation.
The cat took a step forward. “You lost or sum’in? Don’t look like no goddamn sinner.” His eyes narrowed, scanning you for any sign of what, you did not know and you really did not want to find out. So, you ran. You ran far and fast to try and put distance between you and those demons.
You ignored their yells to wait, racing through the streets with a fear you’ve never felt before. Death and decay invaded your senses, eyes glossing over the fact that you were quite literally in Hell. Nowhere was safe and that was proven by a group of shark-like demons huddling close together. One of them happened to look up and see you about to crash right through them with a deliciously terrified look of fright on your face.
“Well, well! A little plaything for us to enjoy, boys!” Adrenaline pumped through your veins. Shit! You had nowhere to go now! You had no time to prepare your spells, no time to use your magic– you were fucked.
Closing your eyes, you accepted the fact that this would be where you met your end. Some dingy place in Hell by the hands of some shark demon looking for a lone soul to play with. Maniacal laughter rang out as the group taunted you, each one describing just exactly what they’d do to you in excruciating detail.
“Leave ‘em alone, dipshits!” The lanky porn demon from before threw a fist at the one closest to you. He pulled out two glocks that he held in his lower set of arms, shooting down the sharks trying their luck with him. From above, the cat demon sent razor sharp playing cards at a few unlucky ones, watching them crumple into lifeless heaps of flesh.
You could only watch in awe as these creatures saved you from your imminent doom. You’d really thought they were out to kill you before, but them defending you from some lowlife band of sharks had you thinking otherwise. When the last one dropped to the cracked floor of the city, the two demons turned to face where you hid.
“Hey, it's safe now! We won’t hurt ya!” You rose, walking to where they waited, eyeing them with a distrust you wouldn’t let go of. Just because they had helped you from those other demons didn’t mean they could easily kidnap you and take you somewhere else.
Crossing your arms, you made yourself bigger– puffing out your chest and putting on a nonchalant expression. “Thanks, I guess. Can’t say I’ve ever seen anything you guys before. Wanna tell me where I’ve found myself deserted?”
The cat raised an amused brow, chuckling heartily. “You mean to tell me that you ended up in Hell with no memory of your death?”
You gave him a deadpanned look. “No. I actually didn’t die. Matter of fact, I was testing out this ritual I had found in an old book. Didn’t think it’d work seeing as they never do, but here we are.”
“Damn.” The taller one said, grinning widely. “A human in the pit? This is a first!”
“Yeah, yeah. Tease me all you want, but I’d like to at least do it somewhere where I don’t have the chance of getting mauled by some rabid demon.” You spoke tiredly, running a hand down your face as you felt exhaustion hit you like a box of bricks.
The tall one lit up, taking your hand and dragging you to an unknown destination. “I know just the place! The names Angel by the way.” He sent you a flirtatious wink– one you physically gagged at.
Behind you was a humorless chuckle. “Ignore him. He does that with everyone. I’m Husk.”
Just where in the hell did you end up?
Note: Two of three! One more to go! PSA: I have not watched anything or read anything about John Constantine so forgive me for inaccuracies:(
Warnings: mentions of sex work, drugs, alcohol, toxic parents
The Request: "Hi, if you are open for requests, could you write a platonic relationship between human!witch!GN!reader and Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel who sees them like a little sibling? The reader(age 20-24) often go to Hell to see Angel and comfort him when he has a bad day. But sometimes Angel comforts them when they have a bad day(like when they work on a spell that doesn’t come out right, or when they must tell a lie to their family about their magical skills, or when they have to run for their life because some demons want to use reader’s powers and gets wounded in the process)." - gabryviolin10
NOTE: I am currently working on three requests from last year! I will make a post when my reqs for Hazbin are open, but until then feel free to think up of what you'd like because there will be limited slots!
Angel’s line of work wasn’t as glamorous as he pretended it to be. Sure, it made him a shit ton of money to buy whatever his undead heart desired, but being defiled on the daily for hours on end was worse than Hell. He’s had plenty of bad days and back when it was just himself against the world. Those days were damaging to his already depleted sanity– using coke, alcohol, or another warm body as an outlet for it. Anything he could do that took his mind off the pain.
It was like this for a while. Bad days got more frequent, money drained faster, and Valentino just happened to be pissed off that day– whether it was from another rejection from Vox or what, Angel could care less. Stumbling out of the rowdy club in the hellish late morning, Angel hummed to himself, happy from his time spent drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Bright light blinded his sensitive eyes, his heeled feet catching in a crack causing him to tumble to the ground. He groaned, rubbing at his sore back and grumbling curses towards whoever decided to shine that in the alley at this time of day. Curiosity got the best of him though and he crept around the corner to see who was crazy enough to do that kind of magic here.
That was how the two of you had met. Your magical prowess interested him– a witch from the mortal realm that could access Hell whenever they pleased? The initial meeting between you two was less than welcoming. You were screaming in terror at the tall spider demon and Angel could barely register the darkly dressed human making him deaf. Angel was terrible with words, but he’d somehow managed to calm you down just enough to make you stop screaming so loud. He told you he could take you somewhere safer where none of the degenerates on this side of Pentagram City could touch you.
After months of visiting him, getting to know who he was and what he now did for a living, he found someone he could confide in during those torturous bad days. Val was being a prick from yet another rejection? He called for you through the crystal necklace you had gifted him. Charlie was being too overbearing with her need for his redemption? You were there within the hour to talk. This was the first time in his life where he hadn’t felt the need to sleep with someone. Your presence comforted him in ways he longed since his human life. You reminded him of someone he used to know, but that memory has since disappeared from his sex-addled brain.
In all the time you’ve both spent together, he has not once seen you cry. Sure, your magic had you feeling everything all at once, but you never showed so much as a grimace from it. You knew how to lock those disastrous emotions away to make room for his broken soul. But today? He didn’t expect you to show up through a hastily made portal and sobs racking at your chest. You collapsed on his bed, reaching for his hand to hold and crying loud at whatever had happened unbeknownst to him.
He grasped your hand, placing another on your shoulder and trying to hush you softly, worry gnawing away at his insides. Calming you down enough to talk was an arduous process, but once that last little cry left your lips, you sniffled, looking anywhere but at him.
“What happened, doll?” His worried tone had you curling into his hold, making yourself look smaller in the enormous bed he owned. You didn’t know how to articulate your sorrows to the one person who had been beaten, broken, and used in ways you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine.
You let out a shuddering breath. “My parents…they found out about the cabin. I didn’t-” You choked on a sob, gripping his hand tighter to keep from crying again. He frowned, running one hand over your shoulder to comfort you.
The little things you’ve told him about your homelife had him concerned. Being a witch in modern times wasn’t entirely frowned upon like it had used to be, but your parents were a different level of religious. Finding out their child was dabbling in something they’d consider ‘dark magic’ would have Hell rain down on you. He assumed that’s what happened. You must’ve left to take care of your medicinal herbs, not knowing you were being tailed by two of your biggest haters, and found yourself being shouted at for ‘letting Satan influence you down a rotten path’.
Whenever you comforted him, it was with shopping sprees, taking him sight-seeing in your realm, or having a long discussion about what he could do in certain scenarios should they arise again. But that was him. You were a completely different person than he was. So he did his best– curling his lithe frame around you, humming to some song he’d found soothing, and offering up Fat Nuggets for you to snuggle with.
By some miracle it had worked. You were settled, he was breathing out a sigh of relief, and Fat Nuggets was snoring his little life away. Bad days happened to everyone and he needed to remember that you weren’t as invincible as he thought. You were only human– someone he cared about and viewed as a sibling he could only wish for. Bad days were inevitable and you were the reminder he needed.
“I’m sorry, hon.” He whispered quietly. You had fallen asleep, your frame looking small in his plush sheets and giant bed. If he could he would be in the mortal realm giving your parents a piece of his mind. You did not deserve such asinine treatment, especially from the two people who should love you no matter what. He may not remember what parental love felt like, but he knew that watching you break down like this was something he’d never like to witness ever again.
Hi, I saw you take even Hazbin Hotel's requests, so I was wondering if could you write a particular request about a platonic relationship between Overlord Husk and Overlord Angel Dust and an young!human!witch!GN!reader?
Angel and Husk are both Overlords that work together to keep up their power/status. Until they meet a young human witch (who go to Hell for taking some rare flowers that they're not in Earth). And from the moment the two Overlords see the witch, they start to take a liking to the Reader.
For dinamic relationship, I was thinking that Husk could be a father figure (strict but never injustice to reader), while Angel could be an older brother (that kind of brother always makes jokes to little brother) and if someone dare to touch the reader, the two Overlords go to protective mode.
Sorry for long request.
Thank you so much and have a nice day
The Hazbin Witch.
Summary: Two Overlords of Hell; one known for his unpredictable gambling skills, the other for his seeming constant lust, both powerful enough to lay a city to nothing. Yet, they become the guardians to a witch -- more specifically, a human witch.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel.
Character(s): Husk and Angel Dust.
A/N: This was a fun little drabble. I may not have gotten to each point you listed, @gabryviolin10, and I'm sorry for that! But I hope you like it regardless (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶)
🥃 OVERLORD! HUSK has a massive dislike for anyone weaker than him. He grew up in a time of strength over anything else, so it wasn't surprising to see him scolding his casino's workers for their incompetence. What was surprising though, was seeing how he treated the newest addition to the crew; you.
🥃 OVERLORD! HUSK is very protective of you. He understands your power as a former witch, he really does, he just struggles with the idea of leaving you alone when there are other demons -- ones far more evil than him -- roaming around.
🥃 OVERLORD! HUSK hardly lets anyone be around you alone, only few really being trusted by him. One of these being his close friend and fellow Overlord Angel Dust.
💊 OVERLORD! ANGEL DUST is your second closest friend in Hell. He is very much like an uncle in your mind. While his work as one of Hell's biggest adult-material creators, he refuses to allow anything like that to fall in your hands -- nonetheless in your eyesight.
💊 OVERLORD! ANGEL DUST has a strong distaste for any demon below him, depending on their species. He knows it's wrong, but he, much like Husk, was raised in a time of judgement and non-censoring. And while he judges many, he refuses to judge you.
💊 OVERLORD! ANGEL DUST clings to you any chance you're in his care. If another demon comes near you, they can feel his glare from miles away. His eyes darkening as they continue to speak to you until they leave. So what if you knew them in life? You're Overlord-tier now, baby! Leave them in the dust!
🥃💊 OVERLORD! HUSKERDUST are very much close when dealing with you. If you have any passions that traveled from your human life to your time in Hell, they help push them to the fullest. You want to draw more? Here's some of the very best art supplies! Into music? Why don't you get a tutor -- one that somehow passes each of their deeply spine-chilling standards.
🥃💊 OVERLORD! HUSKERDUST who never let any other Overlord come across you. They may be at the same power-level as them, but that only reminds them that you are still weak compared to them and could get harmed.
🥃💊 OVERLORD! HUSKERDUST that have their own traumas and try their hardest to make sure you don't gain any issues that they suffer with. Any alcohol that Husk has gets put somewhere you can't gain access too -- same with his gambling weapons. Any sensitive materials Angel Dust may have gets the same treatment.
🥃💊 OVERLORD! HUSKERDUST who will not let their little witch out of their sight for anything. They may have died once, but they'll be damned if they did twice.
