Hi! I would like a hazbin headcanon of the characters with a short reader if that ok?
Hazbin Hotel x Short!Reader Headcanons (18+, NSFW)
A/N: I hope you’re aware of the clownery that is about to ensue due to this idea, anon…enjoy :D
Charlie is insanely tall, and so she finds your short stature incredibly endearing. She's constantly patting your head and telling you how adorable you are. "Awwww, you're just so cute! Look at you! So tiny! I could squeeze you!"
Although she means no harm, you find her constant remarks rather patronizing. She doesn't notice your discomfort at first, but when you finally pull away from one of her head pats, she looks hurt.
"What...what's wrong? Did...did I hurt you?" You say no, explaining that you don't appreciate her comments. "Oh...I'm...shit, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't...mean to make fun of you...I just...find you so cute...I...won't say stuff like that again, I promise..."
And she doesn't...mostly. She has to stop herself multiple times from patting you on the head, but otherwise, she's doing a good job of being respectful.
Vaggi isn't really one to make fun of someone's height unless they annoy her. In fact, if Charlie starts cooing over how short you are, Vaggi would probably be the one to tell her to cool it. "Charlie, babe, they look uncomfortable. Maybe give them some space?"
That being said, if you make it clear you don't mind the jokes and you get to know Vaggi well enough, she might greet you with a, "Hey, short stack,"
Vaggi also can't help but find it funny that her spear is at least double your height. "I think you'd fall over if you tried to hold this. You know what? I wanna see you try. Here,"
Angel would not be shy at all about poking fun at your height. "Heya, short stuff. Can you see all of me from down there?"
He'd incorporate it into his flirting. "I bet I could fit all of you inside of me...if you know what I mean..."
Your annoyance would only fuel him. "Aww, don't have such a short temper! Hehehe..."
But if you got upset enough, he would back off. "...sorry, toots. I...didn't know it bothered you that much. I'll...I'll stop,"
And he was mostly right. He still makes a comment every now and again to make you laugh, and then subsequently pretend to be mad to hide your laugh.
Husk doesn't really care that you're short; it doesn't make a difference to him, and he's not one to make fun of something like that unless he hates the person already.
Still, he can't help but find it funny how much your legs dangle from the barstools. He eventually makes a comment about it: "Do ya need me to help ya get down from there?" It's not quite mockery, but with Husk's dry tone, it's hard not to feel as though you're being made fun of. So you cross your arms and pout, rolling your eyes.
Husk can't help but chuckle. "You look like a fuckin' child when you do that," You flip him off. "What? Just tellin' it like it is. Not my fuckin' fault you can't handle honesty,"
You go back and forth like this several times, to the point where Husk only starts giving you shots because "anything else and you might just fall over". You decide maybe it's just best to quit drinking altogether.
Niffty appreciates finally having someone around who can meet her at her level...literally. She can hug you without her hugs only reaching your legs, climb on you a lot more easily, and show you all of the tight little spaces she likes to hide in. "No tall people allowed!"
She makes your height feel like someone fun and unique about you, rather than a liability or something to be made fun of. If you're female-presenting, she dubs you "The Short Queen", and if you're male-presenting, she dubs you "The Shortest, Baddest Boy". Otherwise, she just calls you "my fellow short person", but in an affectionate sort of way. Your height becomes something for the two of you to bond over.
The two of you have height contests, where you see which one of you can make yourselves look the tallest. You get Alastor to be the judge, and he likes to tease the both of you: "Hmm...I think you both are tied," Niffty always asks him to check again, and you just laugh.
Similar to Niffty, Baxter doesn't often meet people of a similar height to him. When he first arrives at the hotel, despite his initial hostility, he finds himself gravitating towards you and Niffty. It isn't long before he becomes a part of the "short person club".
Baxter confides in you and Niffty that he's been working on a concoction that can alter a person's height. "If my theory is correct, one drop of this elixir will be able to alter height by one inch, so by that logic, twelve drops should equate to one foot. So by using this measurement guide, we should be able to alter our heights by however many feet we desire!"
It's a tempting proposition, but a risky one. You have no idea what's in that elixir. You don't even know if you can fully trust Baxter; didn't he once work for VoxTek? But he insists that, even if it doesn't work, there shouldn't be any long-lasting side effects.
You finally agree, adding the precise amount of drops needed to alter your height to a glass of water and drinking it after doing cheers with Baxter and Niffty.
There's a puff of smoke, and the three of you look in the mirror. Or you would, if you hadn't just crushed the mirror underneath the weight of your giant bodies.
As it turned out, Baxter got the ratio wrong. One drop wasn't one inch...it was one foot. So twelve drops would be twelve feet. So when you drank sixty drops in the hopes of gaining five feet...you ended up gaining sixty feet.
You tower over Hell, having burst through the roof of the hotel. Everybody freaks out, and you and Niffty look at Baxter, anger boiling in your now giant eyes.
Thankfully, Baxter also messed up in the sense that the elixir wasn't permanent, so after about twenty minutes of pure chaos, including 666 News arriving and the three of you pulling a King Kong on the hotel, you poof back to your normal sizes. From then on, you never try an elixir from Baxter again.
Alastor is used to being one of the taller demons in the room, but he still finds your notable shortness endearing. He 100% makes fun of you for it: "My dear, perhaps we ought to go shopping for some platform shoes for you. I think the extra height would benefit you,"
Height is one of the ways Alastor maintains control over those he sees as beneath him. If you won't do what he wants, he'll stand up straight or make himself taller as a means to intimidate you. "Can you repeat that, my dear? I couldn't quite hear you from up here,"
Even his cane is taller than you, a fact he's definitely exploited. You get bonked on the head by that thing at least once as a means of shutting you up. Think that scene in The Lion King where Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick. Alastor pretends that he didn't do it: "What? I think you're mistaken, my dear. I would do nothing of the sort...right?"
Alastor sees you as a stubborn little nuisance, a pest he could squash. But Charlie insists that your intentions are good, so he holds off. But he makes it incredibly clear that if you fuck with him, you'll "lose what little stature you have to your name".
Lucifer has had to endure an eternity of being made fun of for being short, so when you arrive in the hotel, he briefly puts aside his usual hesitancy and erupts with joy: "FINALLY, a sinner that doesn't tower over me! What a pleasant surprise, something which I never thought I'd say!" He, of course, conveniently forgets about Niffty and Baxter.
Lucifer is happy he doesn't have to try and flex his might to you by making himself seem bigger or being overly theatrical like he usually does. He can look you directly in the eye, meet you at your level. He hadn't quite realized just how desperately he needed that: "You know, it's...it's refreshing to not have to crane my neck to talk to you. Don't...don't have a sudden growth spurt or anything, OK?"
He's a little embarrassed by it, but Lucifer feels himself letting his guard down around you due to your height. You feel more...attainable than the other sinners, like he can actually...talk to you. He finds himself gravitating toward you when he leaves his room, attempting to make conversation with you, and even laughing at your jokes. It's...strange, this comfort and ease he's found with you, but he doesn't hate it.
Charlie thinks it's absolutely adorable, and even though Lucifer will never admit to it, he's definitely glad that Charlie brought you to the hotel.
Sir Pentious is one of the hotel's tallest residents, so when he first meets you, he has to bend down quite a bit, but he tries not to be rude about it: "Oh! Hello there, my dear...let me just...bend down a bit to get to your level...you are...much shorter than I. O-of course, that is not a problem!"
Sir Pentious can already be a bit oblivious, so you find that he often doesn't notice when you're coming up behind him. So most of the time, when you go to greet him or ask him for something, he startles and jumps back: "AAAAH! I'M BEING AMBUSHED! Oh. It's just you. You frightened me. Do try to announce yourself when you wish to speak with me,"
You try, but you still feel like a pesky mouse crawling inside an elephant's trunk...or in this case, a snake's maw. Pentious can very easily wrap his serpentine body around you, which he demonstrates whenever he hugs you, and you wonder if you'd pop if he squeezed any harder.
Still, Pentious likes you and does his best to be gentle with you, despite how clumsy he can be. "Please do let me know if I bring any harm to you, my dear. I would hate to see you die on my watch; what kind of a friend would I be?"
Cherri definitely mocks you for your height when you first meet. "Hey, shortie...so this is the body you got stuck with here in Hell? That's a bitch, isn't it?"
Cherri isn't exactly careful, so she'll often bump into you or even trip over you when she's running off somewhere. Of course, she prefers to blame you for that: "Watch where you're fuckin' goin', dipshit! Can't you see I've got somewhere to be? It's not my fuckin' fault you're tall as a pin!"
Still, Cherri can't help but see you as a sort of little sibling due to your height. She often asks you to fetch things for her or teases you as a big sister might tease her younger siblings. It's annoying, but you come to realize it's her way of bonding with you.
Eventually, you learn to fire back at Cherri when she makes fun of your height, and she laughs uproariously: "Finally grew a spine, eh? I knew you'd come around eventually! Cheers, mate!"
Vox is a condescending piece of shit, so he 100% mocked you for your height when he first met you. He probably used his wires to make himself appear larger just to rub it in. His whole modus operandi is making himself seem superior to others, and if that means making you feel lesser than him because of your height, then so be it.
If you end up working for VoxTek, Vox would definitely find ways to knock you down a peg...more so than you normally were. He'd bump into you with his shoulders and pretend he didn't see you - "pardon me, you're just so easy to miss, you blend in with the scenery" - and he messes with your office chairs so that you're always close to the ground. "That seat seems a bit low, doesn't it? Do you need one of our patented VoxTek™️booster seats? C'mon, no shame if you do!"
If you eventually confront Vox about all this, he pretends he has no idea what you're talking about. "Me? Trying to condescend you? Don't be fucking ridiculous! You're not even worth the fucking effort. You're a speck of dust...and no, that is not a size joke. You're so fucking sensitive,"
But eventually, Vox would learn the hard way not to push your buttons. Still, every now and then, he'd stretch like a cat while standing next to you to emphasize the height difference, and you'd just glare at him.
Valentino is massive...like, even for an overlord. And with his wings, he can make himself look even larger. So you look like absolutely nothing standing next to him, and he makes sure you know that. "Aww, look at this pequeña querida! Tell me, how does my dick look from down there? I'm sure compared to you, it's fucking massive. Of course, it already is, but you know what I mean..."
Valentino probably wouldn't be in a rush to hire you, given how much he loves actors who can show lots of leg, but if you can impress him despite your height, he'll be able to carve out a niche for you: short people porn. "It's a fetish. Not really my thing, but hey, who am I to deny the people what they want?"
Valentino would absolutely adore watching his employees manhandle you, slamming you around and treating you like a doll. Even though he insists he's not into the short person thing, he does get turned on by it.
You might even end up becoming one of Valentino's little lap puppies. You'd be right at home on his lap, a chain clamped tight around your throat, and Valentino stroking your hair: "Good pup. Make sure you know your place..."
Velvette isn't actually tall herself, but that doesn't stop her from taking the piss out of you for your height: "Babe, I don't even think I have clothes that fit you! I think you'll just have to wear baby doll clothes!"
Velvette probably wouldn't want you as a model, given that you don't fit the conventional body type she goes for, but I think eventually she'd realize there was a demographic of smaller sinners that you could appeal to, and she'd hire you for "diversity". "You're gonna help me get all of the short bitches to follow me! Sounds good, yeah?"
The collections you model would be a big hit, and Velvette would definitely take advantage of that, turning you into her next big cash cow. "You have made me SO MUCH cash, babe. I'll love you forever for that...or at least until people stop buying your shit,"
Even when the craze dies down, Velvette begins to incorporate a larger size variety in her collections. She won't admit that you had something to do with that, but it's very obvious: "I would've fucking done it anyway! You just...reminded me. Don't get a big fucking head about it!"
Adam has an ego surrounding basically everything, and his height is no exception. He loves to flex his height on his fellow angels and exorcists, and that includes you: "Look at how big I can fucking get! I'm fucking massive! I tower over all of you bitches! Fuck, I'm so fucking cool!"
Adam definitely rests his elbow on your head as a cocky sort of power move, not letting you move while he makes fun of you: "You just so happen to be a very convenient place for me to rest my elbow...uh, uh! Don't fucking move! You want my arm to fucking fall?! Fucking dick!"
If you fight back against his teasing, Adam doesn't let up. He sees it as you being overly sensitive: "Oh, so just because someone can't take a fucking joke, it means I'm the bad guy now?! Do you even know who the fuck I am?! I'm the first fucking man, bitch! Numero uno! That means you and all of these other fuckers are beneath me! Fucking remember that!"
If you're not one to be easily intimidated (and let's be real, if you're short, you're probably not), Adam wouldn't really know what to do with you and would just brush you off. "Fucking whatever, bitch. But you're still fucking shorter than me! This doesn't change that!" You know it doesn't, but it also doesn't change the fact that he's a huge fucking dickbag.
Lute doesn't miss an opportunity to belittle or make fun of someone, and you're certainly no exception. Especially if Adam is already making fun of you for your height, she'll join in: "Maybe grow a few inches before you try and talk to me. Got it?"
She'd constantly stare down at you, trying to make you feel smaller, wanting to see you shrivel up. It makes her feel powerful, like she takes up space. If your resolve is strong and you don't crumble, she'll take out her anger on you: "You think you're tough, huh?! You think just because you have a spine that you're better than me?! Well, guess what? You are NOTHING compared to me! So stop acting like it!"
Even if you don't say anything to her, Lute will take it upon herself to basically bully and harass you in order to feed her inferiority complex. She instructs the other exorcists to not associate with you, leaving you alone and feeling worthless. If you confront her about it, she gets defensive: "What? You think I told them not to talk to you? Don't you think it's more likely that they just realized you're not worth associating with?"
If you stand your ground, Lute would eventually break: "Fine! You wanna know the truth? It's nothing you probably haven't already figured out by now! I fucking despise you! I hate how above it all you act! I hate how you don't feel any pity for yourself because of your height! And I hate that you don't seem intimidated by me at all! What fucking gives?!"
You tell her that over the years, you've learned how to be confident and compensate in other ways for your height. She's not expecting that answer. "Huh...that's...actually sort of admirable. Don't get me wrong! I still don't like you. But...I suppose you deserve to be here just as much as anyone else,"
If that's the only apology you'll get from her, you're fine with that.
Abel is nowhere near as tall as his father, but he's still taller than you'd think. It can be easy to forget that because oftentimes, he's trying to make himself seem smaller, shrinking down or hiding away. He's never been confident, so he's never seen his height as an advantage, but rather as another thing he hates about himself.
If you compliment him on his height, he's caught completely off guard, not used to it: "U-um...th-thanks? It's...I'm not...I'm just...I know I look weird, but...it's not...something I can control, so don't feel like you have to...make me feel better about it..." If you insist that you mean it, he gets flustered. "Oh...r-right...you're...not taking pity on me? Right...that...happens...sometimes...yeah. Sorry, I...gotta go," He dashes off, unable to handle being genuinely complimented by someone.
After that, you make it a point to point out his height whenever you can, asking him to reach for something on a tall shelf or scan a crowd to find someone. He seems uncomfortable at first, but eventually he starts to embrace it, realizing that his height isn't just a liability, but something he can take pride in.
At the same time, he does his best not to make you feel bad about your height. "You're small, but like, in a good way! Like in the way that puppies and kitties are small...w-wait, that sounds like I'm making fun of you! I promise I'm not! I love puppies and kitties! You like them, too, right?! Right?!"
So, although the two of you look like total opposites in terms of height, you find your friendship with Abel to be very easy. At least, until he falls on top of you and squishes you. He never stopped apologizing for that.
