Word count: 2,336

TWs: swearing, mentions of vio and source deaths, someone being sick and possibly dying

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam, Husk, Lucifer, Vaggie, Angel, Charlie, Nifty and Lute mentioned

What happens when an angel doesn’t remind in the sky, when an angel faces repercussions and wakes up in hell?

aka sinner Adam/fallen angel Adam au! I started this forever ago when I did those sinner!Adam designs, and I am just now getting around to posting the writing that goes with it. I wrote like 3 chapters for this in less than a week? But then work picked up so I had to slow down, but I’ve been slowly working on it here and there

Fandom: Dreamswap

Ships: AcrossNightErrors/Meme Squad Poly (yell heah!)

Warnings: none, unless you count the headcanon that Error can eat mayo straight is one

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His mouth was dry. He took a sip of his soda, to hopefully ease his nerves and calm him down. The sugar in the drink only spiked his heart rate as his leg bounced.

Cross was at the fridge, stirring his cup of milk to get the syrup incorperater. He was staring at Nightmare. "Dude, calm down, you look like you're about to freak out."

He can't stop the sarcasm. "Thank you, captain obvious."

Cross grimaced, licking at his spoon before rinsing it in the sink and putting it in the dish drain. "I'm just saying, you look like you're solving a math problem worth your life."

Nightmare sighed. Error walked into the kitchen just as Cross sat down, nursing his chocolate milk. Error got himself something to eat, but paused in the middle of grabbing some mayo when he looked at Nightmare.

"Hey, is something up?" Error asks him, and it took a few moments for Nightmare to realize that Error is staring at him. "You've been staring at the same place for a minute now.

Nightmare blinks. He looks at Error, but instantly regrets it from the look of concern on his friend's face.

His tongue feels like a limp spaghetti noodle and he can't form words. Can't will them out of his throat. He stares at an interesting swirl of wood on the table, but then a spoon and a bottle of mayo is put in his view.

The mayo bottle is opened and the spoon dips into the package, but that's weird - there's no knife of bread or...

Nightmare looks up again to witness the horror of Error eating it straight. He jumps up from the chair and tries to take the mayo and the spoon. Error is laughing and he ends up smudging some of the mayo on the spoon on Error's face, but dear god-

"Oh my god what the hell?!" Nightmare yelled. "Are you criminally insane? Do I need to lock you up?!" He exasperated.

Error laughed, clutching his gut. "I knew it! I knew it!"

"Knew what?!" Nightmare squacked.

"That that would get a reaction!" Error laughed, tears streaming down his eyes.

Nightmare pouted. "Not funny!"

Cross rolled his eyes, drinking up the last of his chocolate milk. "So what's gotten you in this spell? You've been at it for a few days."

Nightmare blinked at Cross, and felt his eyes starting to unfocus again. He could hear something - Cross and Error, maybe?

He felt something prod his lips. "Here comes the airplane," Error said, and adsentmindedly Nightmare opened up his lips...

... To taste some mayo. He immediately spat out the stuff, shoving the spoon away while Cross and Error hollered in laughter. Nightmare stuck out his tongue, making a face. "Jeez guys! That's sick!" He grabbed his soda and downed it.

The laughter died down. Error stared at him seriously. "Is something up?"

Yes, I wanna tell you something important.

Nightmare wanted to say, but couldn't even take the leap to say so. He felt like backing away from this. He felt sick to his stomach. He knew it was nerves. He still couldn't help his nausea.

There was recognition in Error's face. "You know you can trust us, Nightmare," he kindly said, grabbing a hold of Nightmare's hand and intertwining their fingers. Despite him feeling awkward, Cross did so as well for his other hand. The action made something in Nightmare squirm. It felt... nice.

"There is something-" Nightmare gulped, chewing his bottom lip. "There's something I wanna tell you about."

"You can talk to us," Error rubbed his thumb against Nightmare's own, in a sort of soothing pattern.

"I um, I'm telling this to you because I trust you guys - and I um, I hope you guys don't mind."

Okay. Yeah. Here goes nothing. "Guys - I'm uh, I'm gay."

Cross started coughing and Error raised a brow. "... And?"

"...'And'? What do you mean by that?" Nightmare asked. Cross smacked his chest, clearing his throat and attempting to not cough again.

"Oh. I thought there was more to it," Error nervously chuckled. "In any case, I'm pan," he mentioned.

Blink. Head tilt. Blink again. It clicked. "Oh."

Error snorted. Cross recovered from his shock to fist-bump the air and say "I'm gay too. Well, bi. Same diff."

The awkwardness cleared and Nightmare laughed himself. "God, how long have you known?"

"For you or for me?" Cross asked. Nightmare stuck out his tongue.

"For me, it was more of a transition into knowing rather then a "oh fuck, I'm pan" kind of moment," Error explained.

"Cat girls and cat boys," Cross winked. Nightmare disconnected their intertwined fingers to put a hand on Cross' face. "Fetishist."

"Hey asshat, to let you know, I knew you were gay from the start!" Cross retorted.

"Oh yeah? How?" Nightmare challenged.

"Gaydar, bro," Cross laughs. Error snickers alongside him, covering his face to hopefully hide the glitch's smile. It doesn't.

It was this moment, where Nightmare felt so at home and in peace that yeah, maybe he does have more then friendly feelings from them.

Word count: 2,148

TWs: similar to the last one, swearing, sick character, some mentions of blood, also paranoia and dissociation (only a little but still there)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam, Lucifer, Vaggie

Adam wakes up yet again in probably the last place he wants to be, the Hazbin Hotel. Why is he still here, and why is Lucifer of all people trying to help him?!

Chapter 2 of my fallen/sinner Adam au! I wrote this like a month or 2 ago oops but I’m finally posting it

Thanks! My writing mind seems to agree too, considering-

So many words. And I'm still not done. 😩

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Blue, Nightmare and Cross were sitting at the dining room table, passing a beer bottle between them - well, Nightmare and Cross were doing that, Blue drank wine thank you very much. They were idly chatting about various topics, ranging from Blue asking how Nightmare got Kevin to cooking disasters (Blue learnt to be wary of Cross’ experiments at best). Somehow or another, the conversation went to best and worst days.

“My best and worst day was when I met Ink,” Cross took a slug of the beer bottle, before slamming it down on the table haphazardly. The table, despite its sturdy appearance, lightly shakes at the action, and it leaves Blue slightly annoyed.

“Hey! I still want to drink whatever's left in there, damnit!” Nightmare grabbed the glass bottle out of his hands, taking a swig of whatever's left. “My best and worst day was when I was born, ‘cause that's when I met Dream.”

“Dark,” Blue noted, taking a light sip of his wine. The alcohol lightly stung the inside of his mouth, but the taste of - what was it? Kiwi? Banana? Regardless, the taste was good, and it left an almost too-sweet aftertaste once he did swallow his wine.

“Damn right, according to Dream my existence is a mistake,” Nightmare dryly states as he gets up and fills the empty beer bottle with water for later use. In particular, nothing about that sentence had something wrong about it. He'd been a colleague, of sorts, to Dream for a while up until since he joined the “dark side”, as Nightmare likes to call it. But the wording, the dry deliverance - it sends a shock of hollowness into his heart, his mood dropping immediately and his eyes unfocusing.

Blue didn't notice, but Cross, after rolling his eyes and making a joke out of Dream, had asked Blue about his own “best and worst day”, and Nightmare had turned his head and stared directly at Blue, eyes narrowing.

Damn right, according to Dream my existence is a mistake.

My existence is a mistake.

Mistake.

You're such a fucking mistake.

Nobody would miss you.

Why do you flatter yourself with ever calling yourself a friend?

You're nothing but soggy paper. Disgusting and useless.

He broke out of his trance by Nightmare lightly rubbing his shoulder. His eyes focused on the scene in front of him. Nightmare looking at him with an unreadable expression, and Cross looking at him with a mix of confusion and worry.

“You good?”

Nightmare's eyes pierced through his soul, as if reading him. Already, a white lie was forming in his mind, about to slip through his teeth before he stopped himself. He looked at Nightmare for a few seconds. Slowly, he lowered his head, shook it, and just plainly said “I'd prefer to not talk about it.”

Cross and Nightmare thankfully left it at that, but it was obvious they worried about Blue. “So, ya still want to mention your best and worst day?” Cross asked, trying and almost succeeding at a very casual tone. Blue though about it for a few seconds, took a small sip of his wine, and said “The best and worst day of my life was when I met Error.”

The two sat there, staring at Blue, dumbfounded looks on their face as they silently observed him. Cross was the first to break the awkward 10-second pause with an awkward chuckle. “I would have thought it was Error’s worst day and your best day.”

“Same,” Nightmare mentioned with a hand gesture.

Blue took one last gulp of his wine, setting down the glass for later, and chuckled. “I don't think any different for the first part of that, but it's really the best and worst day.”

“I highly doubt it,” Nightmare chuckled.

“Let me tell you the story,” Blue mentioned. “Maybe you'll understand.”

“Alright then,” Cross leaned back in his chair. Both he and Nightmare said “shoot” at the same time, making them smile at each other mischievously.

Blue cleared his throat. “So, it all started… When I fell in love with Dream.”

Instantly the two’s heads turned to look at him, and Blue couldn't help the laugh that escaped him from the two’s utterly bewildered and shocked expressions. After realization poured into him, Cross laughed as well, but Nightmare frowned. “Not funny!” He exclaimed, but it wasn't taken seriously when there was a smile on his own face.

Here is the chapter with the Black in it uwu

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The first thing you would see was black. A color that looks like it goes on forever, and you'd be right. It looks like it goes on forever, but you actually would have a very small window of space.

Being here would not be fun for anyone. Whether you got your ass handed to yourself by somebody you thought was dead, or you interfered with the fight and also ended up like that, any way you end up here was never fun.

A pained groan filled the empty air as Ink finally woke up. He was laying on his side, which gave a clear view of the crack on the left side of his skull, dangerously near his left eye.

"Well, dawgo, looks like you finally woke up."

The sound hurt Ink's probably nonexistent ears much more than shitty mall music from UnderUpper at full blast

"So, howzabout you try to get us out of here because woops looks like I don't have my skatebo--"

"Shut up," Ink interupted Fresh, "Just shut up."

Fresh immediately shut his mouth, he knew that Ink could kill him and getting Ink angry would not be a good idea. He was smart.

"Oohhh... *Funk*ing hell, what happened? I feel like a bag of smashed dicks..." Ink said, slowly trying to get up and at least sit upright. He tried to open his eyes but it only made the pain worsen.

"Does that even exist?" Fresh asked in a quieter tone

"Now it does, you're looking at one."

Ink could hear Fresh trying to stiffle his laughter, and Ink would've gotten up and slapped Fresh if it weren't for the fact that he was in tremendous pain. Wait, why does it hurt so much on the left side of his skull? It didn't hurt this bad when Error hit him so hard his skull cracked... Wait

"Fresh, is there a crack in my skull?" Ink asked

There was a few seconds of silence before Fresh answered

"Yeah, bro. Looks quite bad. Almost like Horrortale Sans' skull but it's not broken off. Yet, at least."

Ink opened his right eye, it still being quite blurry, but it didn't hurt as much as when he tried to open both eyes.

Fresh was standing up with his hands in his pockets while Ink was sitting down. Of course, there was no mirror to see how bad his cracked skull was, so looks like he will have to feel how bad it is.

Carefully, Ink went into a criss-cross-applesauce position so he wasn't being propped up by his arms, and reached up to touch his skull

As he felt his skull, could feel the cracks, edges and sharp points where the damage has been done. It went all the way down to his cheekbone, and nearly went to his eye if it were damaged anymore.

"So, radical brosheph, do you know how to get out of here?" Fresh asked

"I..." Ink paused for a second as he looked around. He didn't reconize this place at all. This was not the Void, as the Void was a dark purple while this place was black, and the nonexistant light was a lot brighter here. "I don't know if I can get us out of here, honestly. I don't even know if my magic can or will work here." Invasive thoughts came into Ink's mind, but he pushed the thoughts away. This is no time to have a panic attack.