Lavender Writes

Writing, With Raunchy Bits - Weird fanfic nonsense until I can figure out how a pen works - Currently obsessed with: Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel - Profic/Prokink https://archiveofourown.org/users/LavendulaChronicler

[lavendulachronicler]

Sickly Sweet

My first fic ever hit 16k hits and I realized the post I have up for it could use some updating so: Ready what critics (commentors) are saying!

"It has taken me technically one day (24 hours) to finish this and I'm only on chapter one holy shit I managed to stumble across this because I was bored and needed Angel Dust angst but holy hell somehow I managed to hyperfixate myself on this so this is awesome and I am going to combust into flames over it." -Applelol

"Your writing style is amazing! Everything flows so easily. Sometimes fanfics feel like a chore to read but reading yours is a real treat ✌️✌️✌️" -FanfirHydra

"The characters personalities to the world building is just thoroughly delightful and entertaining. I can’t tell you how annoyed I am with not being able to give multiple kudos." -DepthHunter

"no i didn't binge read this in a day or two- idk what your talking about. (its my new favorite fanfic on here omg its so good ty for the food)" -onlyintarturus

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another day, another fresh sinner falling to Hell. What else is new? Could this one be different? Probably not. There's only so many sins under the sun and so many ways to perpetrate them. But hey, at least this one is cute. So Angel Dust latches onto him.

Of course, as Angel does, so does Valentino. And Valentino's got plans for such a weirdly-innocent sinner. Innocence, after all, is a highly-priced commodity in Hell.

Can this green sinner keep his head above water in the face of Valentino's exploitative plotting? Does he even want to when Angel shows him how much fun it is when he dives? When Angel shows him... so much.

And, in the distance, stalking through the treeline, Alastor sees this new sinner. He knows, he spots it at a glance, he can tell from experience that this new sinner...

Is as innocent as sin.

And as green... as blood.

Follow a sinner fresh to Hell as he finds a home in the Inferno with no rainbow in sight to offer something as far-fetched as redemption, leaving him nowhere to go....

But down.

And follow a writer fall in love with a setting and be unable to stop as what was meant to be a simple dark kinkfic turned into an epic sprawling though Hell in this and other works~

And thank you to everyone who has read and offered support. Discovering writing through this was genuinely one of the best things that has happened to me.

[lavendulachronicler]

A Fugue In Deep Gold And Red, An Extended Hazbin Hotel AU OC Fanfic | Chapter 6: Hungry Nightmares

It was a strange feeling, that mind for malice twisted toward your care.

Syrup is lost. He's about as lost as anyone in Hell could possibly be. He's somewhere far away from helpful Charlie and the Hotel. Alone with nobody but terrible specters and ghosts. Stuck with nothing but his own wits and a hunger to get back to where he belongs.

Read where he's gone and how he struggles to get back: Here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64967428/chapters/225453281

[lavendulachronicler]

Late Edition - A Hazbin Hotel OC Fanfic | Chapter 13: Competitive Manipulation And You!

“You, though.” Vox said to Ink. “Big difference between a company face not lowering himself and you thinking you’re too good to sell something to a greasebag. Explain.” “I chased away a scavenger.” Inkwell said. “You cost us money.” Vox growled. “Oh, so fucking what?” Vox’s brow jumped. Inkwell stared at him for a moment as he lined up his volley. He figured he needed to make this one count. “You didn’t make me ‘Executive Financial Secretary’. I wasn’t thinking about the cash. If you want someone who does, Vox, I bet this building is filled with them. I was thinking about,” he waved a hand through the air with sardonic theatricality, “The brand.” Vox’s face had gone appraising. Inkwell took that as approval. “Are you that worried about the drinks selling that you want to stick them in coolers in cheap greasetraps where they can be tied to burgers you can buy by the handful? Do you want the drinks to be something demons buy hoping to chase off hangovers? Or do you want people to be impressed by them?” Vox had gained a little smirk. Inkwell wasn’t too certain about it but he decided to garnish his point. He turned his gaze away. “Then the roach tries to go over my head to undo that no. I should go hunt him down and drown him.” He looked up to Vox again. “That’s loser behavior, Vox. Do you want to take the hand of the first loser who shows up or do you want to pick who gets the privilege of selling for us?” Inkwell looked up at Vox with a daring expression. The silence was textured by the sound of Valentino’s lungs pushing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Told you.” He said.

Inkwell Underwood finds himself sinking deeper and deeper. It's hardly something he hasn't done before but never had he sunk into something like Voxtek. Never had he sunk into waters in which something like Valentino swam. So used to sinking, he's forgotten how to struggle and when he tries Val only grips his arms tight and Vox fills his lungs with something sweeter than fresh air could ever hope to be:

Pride in bad work done well to those who sorely deserved it.

Read it: here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56415121/chapters/221767581

[lavendulachronicler]

Late Edition - A Hazbin Hotel OC Fanfic | Chapter 13: Competitive Manipulation And You!

“You, though.” Vox said to Ink. “Big difference between a company face not lowering himself and you thinking you’re too good to sell something to a greasebag. Explain.” “I chased away a scavenger.” Inkwell said. “You cost us money.” Vox growled. “Oh, so fucking what?” Vox’s brow jumped. Inkwell stared at him for a moment as he lined up his volley. He figured he needed to make this one count. “You didn’t make me ‘Executive Financial Secretary’. I wasn’t thinking about the cash. If you want someone who does, Vox, I bet this building is filled with them. I was thinking about,” he waved a hand through the air with sardonic theatricality, “The brand.” Vox’s face had gone appraising. Inkwell took that as approval. “Are you that worried about the drinks selling that you want to stick them in coolers in cheap greasetraps where they can be tied to burgers you can buy by the handful? Do you want the drinks to be something demons buy hoping to chase off hangovers? Or do you want people to be impressed by them?” Vox had gained a little smirk. Inkwell wasn’t too certain about it but he decided to garnish his point. He turned his gaze away. “Then the roach tries to go over my head to undo that no. I should go hunt him down and drown him.” He looked up to Vox again. “That’s loser behavior, Vox. Do you want to take the hand of the first loser who shows up or do you want to pick who gets the privilege of selling for us?” Inkwell looked up at Vox with a daring expression. The silence was textured by the sound of Valentino’s lungs pushing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Told you.” He said.

Inkwell Underwood finds himself sinking deeper and deeper. It's hardly something he hasn't done before but never had he sunk into something like Voxtek. Never had he sunk into waters in which something like Valentino swam. So used to sinking, he's forgotten how to struggle and when he tries Val only grips his arms tight and Vox fills his lungs with something sweeter than fresh air could ever hope to be:

Pride in bad work done well to those who sorely deserved it.

Read it: here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56415121/chapters/221767581

[lavendulachronicler]

Everything Goes Good With Red | A One Shot Where Velvette Gets In Over Her Head (And Alastor Gets In Under Her Head)

“Before we move on,” The voice on the radio said. “A word of advice from your host. If you find that your home is a bit more empty than you’d like, no matter if your tastes tend toward spartan or decadent, I recommend turning on the radio. Leave it on. Let the music be another accoutrement to your decorating, let it stir up the dust while you’re out. You’d be amazed how music can fill up a space, if you give it a chance.” The Radio Chuckled. Velvette barely paid attention to it. “Of course, if you’re listening to me, then you might already know that. Still, there’s no telling who might be letting me grace their ears for the first time. If you’re one of those lucky few, then I have to give you my hearty thanks, dear listener.”

Not long after joining up with Vox and Valentino, Velvette resolves to prove herself to them. She was going to be playing in the big leagues now and she needed to prove that 'youngest' didn't mean 'weakest' in a way that was undeniable.

Besides after hearing so much shit about The Radio Demon, she was finally curious enough to find out just how tough the old man was.

It's a valuable lesson to learn, that sometimes rumor is true.

A gory, horror-y one-shot that I wrote in a fugue state when the muses possessed me recently. Alastor, after all, is famed for his inventive cruelty.

Read it: Here!

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/81210161)

[lavendulachronicler]

A Hazbin Hotel AU OC EX Fanfic: A Fugue In Deep Gold And Red | Chapter 5: Hot On The Trail

“Psssh.” Cherri said. “What? Ya worried about him?” “Yes.” Charlie said. “A bunch. Angel too.” Cherri barked out a laugh. “C’mon, Charlie. I dunno what everyone’s runnin’ around for. All we gotta do is look out the window every coupla minutes and wait for the big smoke cloud.” “You’re not… worried about how he’s only been in Hell three years?” Cherri snerked. “Bitch, I forget he hasn’t been in Hell longer than me most days.” Cherri said with a wide grin at her friend’s innate demonic nature.

Syrup is still missing. In fact, with Alastor's plan to find him falling through, he's more missing than he was yesterday. Angel puts his own more subtle plan in action, but he's running out of patience and it's only a matter of time before he's falling back on old habits.

And for Angel, old habits die very hard.

It's like all of Hell is channeled into his trigger finger. After all, he's not the only looking for the mouse.

Read it: Here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/64967428/chapters/212828571

[lavendulachronicler]

And The Moon Hung Low That Cold Night The Beasts Worked - A Hazbin Hotel OC Fanfic | Chapter 8: Two Fittings And A Vacation

In the past, Borealis got too comfortable with the Vees too quick, at least he sometimes thinks he did. The expectations were set all wrong. He showed too much of himself too quick. Now he's paying the price for it. Fortunately Alastor is showing him all the different ways he can show off in Hell, and how all the different habits that might be called bad in the tower aren't bad habits at all.

Alastor waited a moment before looking to Borealis. The fox’s bouncing attention had landed somewhere else. He had noticed the binding around his arm, his brow furrowed. Crystal fingers traced over the gauze as his brow furrowed. He wasn’t certain Alastor hadn’t stabbed him there, but it seemed like it would be a waste. His eyes narrowed as he traced the tender spots, forming an undeniable shape. “Did you…” He started, “Take a bite out of me?” Alastor watched Borealis’s expression carefully, his smile still. “Mmmmmaybe.” He said innocently. The Radio Demon nearly started to sweat. He was nervous about Borealis’s answer. Not for the reasons one might think. There was, to Alastor, one correct answer here. One right line to let the show continue as it should. Alastor was afraid, for a show unduly jostled was the closest he got to fear these days, that Borealis would let him down. Relief washed over him as Borealis gave him a wide smile, his eyes lidded, his tail twitching where it hung off the bed. “How was I?” The fox asked in a purr. Alastor chuckled and stepped toward Borealis slowly. The fox didn’t flinch away, even as Alastor leaned forward to make his sharp grin intimate. “Delectable.” His spine tingled and his claws flexed at the little giggle Borealis gave. Alastor prodded for more. “A fantastic little amuse-bouche of vanity and pride and tender red meat.” Borealis laughed and blushed. “I hope I get to sample it again.” Alastor purred. Borealis gasped through his smile and looked at Alastor with his fur standing on end. “Oh, you cad!” He said, reaching out to playfully push Alastor away.

Read it: Here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/61362124/chapters/207456791

[lavendulachronicler]

A Hazbin Hotel Raunchy OC Fic | Late Edition | Chapter 11: Orientation

Inkwell settles in with the Vees like a rock in a pond. Of course, Voxtek is a competitive industry. The moment a new asset finds its place, you're going to find a lot of jealous little goblins eager to disrupt the business.

Read on how the three and their newest hire deal with the bad business here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56415121/chapters/204156991

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A Hazbin Hotel Fanon Fanfic: A Fugue In Deep Gold And Red | Chapter 4: A Thumb On The Scales Of Loss

This view wasn’t much better. She scowled. “What’s the Princess doin’ putting up that fucking picture, anyways?” “Pentious saved the Hotel.” Husk said evenly, though he took a healthy swig from the bottle after. He had to stare at the damn thing all day, after all. Cherri looked over her shoulder at him. “We saved the Hotel.” She said softly. “Pentious got his dumbass killed.” Husk knew better than to rise to that. Grief looked weird in Hell. The best thing you could do when you lost a friend was pretend you never had one in the first place. Sometimes there was nothing else you could do.

How does one lose a sinner? Even one as small as Syrup. It's question with only a few answers, none of which provide any comfort to the Hotel. Angel and Alastor both get tense enough to take matters into their own hands. Even Charlie carefully broaches the idea of seeking some outside of question.

Fibonacci, though, seeks out Zestial for surely he would know the answer to the much more pressing question: How does one find a sinner?

Read it here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64967428/chapters/200007311

[lavendulachronicler]

A Hazbin Hotel OC Fic: And The Moon Hung Low That Cold Night The Beasts Worked | Chapter 7: Shave And A Haircut...

“Vox.” The fox purred. “Sir. Haven’t I earned the right to make my own… requests about my work now and then, hmm?” Vox put on a wide smile. Borealis knew that he would. For all of Vox’s faults, you couldn’t call him dishonest. Well, you could, but he was honest about his dishonesty. “Usually, sure.” Vox said a hand going to Borealis’s waist. “But lately, you’ve been kinda… unruly.” Borealis pouted, his claw tracing down over Vox’s chest. “Aw, Voxxy. You can’t give me a few concessions?” Vox’s other hand reached up to Borealis’s shoulder. “I know you too well, Alis. I give you an inch,” The grips tightened around Borealis and, with a sudden show of dexterity, Vox spun them around, pinning Borealis against the couch with him looming over the fox. “And you take a mile.” He said with a wide grin.

Borealis isn't a bad employee, really. He knows the score. He knows what he's in the tower for. It's basically what he's everywhere for, after all. Look pretty, sell things. Usually himself.

But he's used to his bosses knowing the score too. Payment comes in more ways than one, they're demons, they should know that. Privilege is the usual name of the game and here's Vox playing hardball.

Well... Borealis knows the finer arts of negotiation and self-abuse better than most. He knows that when someone won't give you want you want, the best place to go is to someone who hates them. Spite can be a hell of a motivator.

[lavendulachronicler]

Literally the only unambiguously nice thing I have said about the entire second season.

[lavendulachronicler]

Here's my thoughts on season 2 now that I've seen the last two eps - Genuinely hated all of that. I'm updating all my fic tags to have 'fix-it fic', I guess. Good lord. Come read my fics if you think being a demon is good and cool, I guess.

[princetore]

when i'm in my head criticizing valentino's writing for being too one-note i have to remind myself that i decided to get invested in a character who looks like this

[lavendulachronicler]

I haven't seen S2 yet (Planned to watch it with the bf but he's been sick) but, god that line from the trailer "This might surprise you, but I don't understand" really sent a chill down my spine about how they were going to characterize this lollipop.

Like, he's big, dumb, and violent. Okay?? It's Hell??? There's going to be a lot of loud assholes around, what makes Val special? Why's he in this trifecta that's such a big deal? What, is he the ONLY pornographer in Pentagram City?

Not to brag (okay I'm bragging) but when I write Val, he's insidious. He has a sixth sense for what people like, dislike, and want and after a single conversation he'll have a pretty good idea about how to twist all three of them to make you into something he wants you to be. Yeah, he seems vacuous but that's because his wants are very simple and if them not being met isn't part of the conversation, he just isn't interested. It's Hell, anyone can be a violent asshole, Val's scary because he can make you think being around him is worth it without trying that hard, even as he makes your life rotate around him.

WHICH IS WHAT AN ABUSER DOES, DAMMIT.

(And it's also the fantasy I'm attracted to)

Hell, the show implies that's how he works with the smoke. Smoke clings to clothes and scents can activate memory and influence thought. It winds around things, like that scene with Angel from Season 1 (That one scene. That doesn't really come up again oh no guys is this show bad?)

And, if I may take a lap around the derby on my High Horse, if they don't write Val as being serious, then it depicts Angel as being kind of a yutz for falling in with him, no matter how many times they write him smacking Angel around or render Angel with the big eyes as the music gets serious and the lighting gets spooky. Which is not a. GREAT WAY. To write an abusive relationship.

"RIP to Angel but I'm different" is not how you want your audience to receive your abused character, especially if you want to normalize the idea of abuse being able to happen to anyone. You're supposed to sympathize with Angel, you're supposed to nod and go 'Oh, I see how that happened to him' even if you're fairly secure that it wouldn't happen to you.

Whatever. Like the OP says, we'll always have fanon.

(And for the record My Valentino™ would respond to the question 'understand?' from Vox with a wide smile and a nod of his head, "Of course I do, Voxxy. Keep going." Despite deliberately not paying any attention for the last five minutes and continuing to do so, secure in the knowledge there will be someone to scream at to get them to explain, even if it is only Vox himself. If Val doesn't just go along with whatever Vox says regardless of understanding to keep the man happy and, in turn, keep their empire ticking over.)

Like, is Spindlehorse trying to write an adult cartoon or are they trying to write a kids cartoon where the characters are allowed to fuck, bleed, do drugs, and swear?

(Tagging @grownupchangeling because otherwise I'll just repeat all this to them in DMs anyways and I'm only in these menchies because of them)

[miamahli]

I'm glad I was able to post before the second season and before Halloween!! I had just finished watching Brokeback Mountain, and the cowboy theme kept running through my head, along with other questions.

Anyway, I'm proud of this one; my divas are hot and mean. 😭

[lavendulachronicler]

Late Edition | A Hazbin Hotel OC Story | Chapter 11:

The Vees try to catch Inkwell off-guard in his new position in the tower, but the fact of the matter is that after a hundred years of staring at spinning opinions like a top, Inkwell has gotten very good at his job. As much as they are loathe to admit, Inkwell is actually competent. It makes it hard to hate him.

Two of them, that is. Valentino is trying an entirely different tactic, dinging Inkwell in a spot where he has no experience at all but Valentino has all the experience in the world.

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A Fugue In Deep Gold and Red - A Hazbin Hotel OC Story | Chapter 3: Scratching Itches

Husk growled in the back of his throat. “I just don’t trust that guy, Angel.” He said before turning to the bottles. “Nah, he’s a pushover.” Angel said with a shrug. “Even if he weren’t, you think Syrup can’t handle himself?” Husk paused for a second before pulling down a pair of bottles. “I think he’s had a tough enough time without it chasing him.” When he turned back around, Angel was looking at him with a cocked eyebrow. Suddenly, the spider smirked. Husk knew enough about that smirk at this point to brace himself. “You can just say you have a crush on him, Husk.” Angel said, lidding his eyes. “I get the urge to wanna keep him… safe.” He said, letting the word float across the bar with a soft breath. Husk sighed and started to pour. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.” Husk said. “As many times as it takes for all of you to get it.” He plonked the glass in front of Angel. “Kid gives me the creeps.” Angel gripped the glass from above with the tips of his fingers. “Not creepy enough to keep up that tough-guy act, huh?” Angel asked with a smile and a wave of his hand. “Looks like the only one putting on an act here is you.” Husk glared at him. “You’re literally an actor.”

Fibonacci continues to try and squirm his way into the Hotel, but what's squirming when he's being so nice to Charlie? And he's doing it for such genuine reasons? Meanwhile, Syrup goes to visit Rosie with a problem of demon-indused teething. Rosie, though, is an old demon, and doesn't intend to give up something without getting something in return, even if it's just a show of loyalty from a younger cannibal, or seeing a side of Syrup that nobody else has seen before.

Granted, once she does see it, how can she be expected to not encourage Syrup to share it with the folks he loves?

All the while, Fibonacci juggles with suddenly becoming a target for what feels like every damn Overlord in the city.

Read it: here! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/64967428/chapters/186291356)

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And The Moon Hung Low That Cold Night The Beasts Worked | A Hazbin Hotel OC Story | Chapter 6: "What A Thing To Be Seen"

Borealis’s tail twitched. He smiled at Rosie brightly. “You know, Alastor said something interesting to me the other day.” He said, careful to avoid actually looking her in the eye. “He said, ‘monsters like us need to stick together’.” Rosie did a careful trick here. She always thought of it as taking one step away from her body. Borealis was the kind of guy who watched people’s expressions to check what they were thinking. Rosie needed to make sure he didn’t see anything he didn’t need to see. The thought she carefully kept from her face was, Did he now?

Everyone has their breaking point, but nobody breaks quite like Borealis. At least, Alastor certainly hopes so. When he sees the cracks form on the ice, he hopes that the cracks tear all away across the surface of that frozen lake... And reveals something deep and terrible below.

Read if he's right: Here!