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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

🔞’hoard (noun)‘ (posted 14/09/2026)🔞 [NSFW] ”Charlie goes into heat while Vaggi’s pregnant. Which means that her nesting instinct is very much activated. All Vaggi has to do is settle in and get comfy.” archiveofourown.org/works/92531701 #fanfiction #nsfw #chaggie #hazbinhotel

hoard (noun) by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6) for HelluvaFloots
Fandoms:Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Explicit
No Archive Warnings Apply
F/F
Complete Work
14 Sep 2026
Tags
No Archive Warnings ApplyCharlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie Angel Dust & Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) Charlie Magne | Morningstar Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)Domestic Fluff Light Smut Pregnancy Nesting Charlie Magne | Morningstar and Vaggi | Vaggie in Love Charlie Magne | Morningstar in Heat Demon Charlie Magne | Morningstar Pregnant Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) Implied Monsterfucker Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) Protective Charlie Magne | Morningstar Cuddling & Snuggling Comfort No Hurt Fpreg | Female/Female Pregnancy Nudity Pillow Talk Pregnancy Aches And Pains Lactation expressing milk Hand Jobs Nipple Licking Charlie Magne | Morningstar Has a Penis Mentioned Niffty (Hazbin Hotel) Mentioned Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Mentioned Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel) Mentioned Fat Nuggets (Hazbin Hotel) mentioned KeeKee (Hazbin Hotel) - Freeform no beta we die like women Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie-centric Cravings War Crimes Against Italian Cuisine (pineapple and pickles on pasta) Married Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie
Summary
Definition: a stock or store of valued objects, typically one that is carefully guarded. Often associated with dragons, who in mythology and fantasy covet precious things and guard them with their life.
Charlie goes into heat while Vaggi’s pregnant. Which means that her nesting instinct is very much activated. All Vaggi has to do is settle in and get comfy.
Series
Part 13 of Kiwi's Spice Rack
Language: English Words: 4,944 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 25 Bookmarks: 4 Hits: 215

There was – maybe, if Vaggi really strained to listen – a nigh-imperceptible creak from the corridor outside, and Charlie growled at it, deep and thrumming; it reverberated in Vaggi’s chest unmistakably. She definitely heard that.

"Easy, hon, easy," she soothed, reaching up to stroke her wife's chin. She had to reach further than she’d usually have to, and instead of porcelain-smooth skin her fingers met scales.

Because Charlie was in heat, and that meant she spent a whole week gone into her demon form, and sometimes it meant she went into a super demon form and became a big dragon-serpent-monster; black-scaled and shot through with lava-red veins; a hybrid of the reptilian, the lionesque, the goatish and the avian, who uttered growls and purrs and other such noises instead of words, and hoarded pillows and snacks and wives in a big nest that she'd coil up in for the whole week, instead of gold and jewels in a cave.

One would have expected heat this intense to just be libidinous, all about sex and mating – even Vaggi had expected that, maybe even feared that, when Charlie had told her that she went through these cycles after that first unexpected seclusion back when Vaggi had only known her for a few weeks. But it wasn't. Possessiveness, protectiveness – sure, Charlie definitely had those qualities right now. But she was still respectful and gentle, she always waited for consent, and a lot of the time it was just stealing Vaggi away to their room for endless cuddles and no-clothes time.

For a full blooded demon twice her size, Charlie could be so gentle in her heat.

Especially now given Vaggi's condition. They'd already done the mating part, after all, eight months ago.

Vaggi settled back against Charlie's warm side, cradling her very pregnant belly. "It was probably just Niffty doing her rounds. You know she gets anxious when she can't clean in here."

Charlie looked down at her, and snorted, as if taking offence.

Her demon wife huffed and shrugged, unaware that when she came down from this she’d be flapping her hands flustered, not knowing where to start on the cleaning. Then, clearly wanting to change the subject, she brought her head down and nosed at Vaggi's belly with a questioning sniff.

"Yeah, the niñas are alright." Vaggi reassured her. To prove her point, one of the niñas kicked her. Hard. "Ow.”

Charlie chuffed proudly at the brief distension appearing on the outside of Vaggi’s baby bump, and bent down to nuzzled – the chuff turning into chuckles as she felt the kicks too.

"Whose side of the family did that strength come from, I wonder?" Charlie gestured at her with her snout, and Vaggi chuckled. "You know what I mean, hon, Can I do that?" She waved a hand at Charlie in all her demon-ness. "I don't think so."

Still Charlie fluttered her eyes at her in an enamoured way. Vaggi imagined if she could speak she’d be gushing about how strong Vaggi is, both for her fighting and bodyguarding skills and for making two babies inside her body, like she already had many times since they held that positive pregnancy test in their hands.

“Oh, you flatterer.”

Charlie cooed in reply, and began to nuzzle the fallen angel’s wings. It was a nice feeling, scaly skin against smooth and fluffed-up feathers.

“Love you too.” Vaggi kissed Charlie on the snout. It was much longer than she was used too – less like a puppy or a hognose snake, more like a bloodhound or a large monitor lizard. But she loved it all the same.

She settled back into resting; stroking Charlie’s side with one hand, holding her belly with the other. Their future daughters, however, were adamant on squirming and kicking inside her; not letting up.

She reached her hand underneath her baby bump, and testingly, gingerly touched her pussy. Immediately she lifted her hand with a hiss. Nope, her crotch was still too sensitive, just that little touch caused shooting pain through it.

She moved her hand around and adjusted her touch, searching to see if there was anywhere safe to feel… to no avail. Giving up, she tilted her head back against Charlie’s side with a frustrated sigh.

She heard a huff. She raised her head to look, and Charlie was awake again, glaring, absolutely affronted, at her hand.

That made her laugh. “Well—well excuse me, missy, look at those knives of yours!” She tapped one of Charlie’s talons. “You’ve got another thing coming if you think those are going near my cooch. Besides,” she rested her head in the crook of Charlie’s neck. “I don’t think even fingers would help right now. Hurts a bit too much right now.”

Charlie whined. It sounded like she understood, but she was also lamenting the fact. She seemed anxious for her own heat to end now.

“I know, hon, I know.” Vaggi shuffled in place uncomfortably. This was a dilemma – she was quite horny now. Charlie’s fingers could have her forgetting how to speak in both English and Spanish, but not if she was having a perpetual case of lightning crotch for the last weeks of the pregnancy.

And her breasts were starting to ache again.

She groaned, arched her back, and lifted them from underneath. They really were heavy now, in her hands – more than she was used to. Ironic. First she envied Angel for how much fake floof tit he had, now she envied him that floof weighed next to nothing.

As she inspected them and their much bigger, much darker areolae, she noticed an off-white liquid beading at her nipple. She tenderly pressed down around it, and more leaked out – but, more importantly, she felt relief in her chest, pleasure between her legs, and a lightbulb idea lighting up in her head.

“I’ll tell you what you can do, though,” she declared, and Charlie…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

🔞’the slow glow of dawn’ (posted 3/09/2026)🔞 [NSFW] ‘Charlie and Vaggi make sleepy, gentle love one early morning.’ archiveofourown.org/works/91849931 #fanfiction #chaggie #hazbinhotel #smutfic

Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/F
Fandom:
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Relationship:
Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie
Characters:
Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)Charlie Magne | Morningstar
Additional Tags:
Fluff and Smutromantic smutPlot What Plot/Porn Without PlotMorning SexMorning CuddlesMorning KissesMorning RoutinesForeplayThigh RidingVaginal FingeringCunnilingusScissoringTribadismhand holdingShowering TogetherDomestic BlissGetting DressedPlus-Size Charlie Magne | MorningstarMarried Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | VaggieIllustrationsEmbedded ImagesDialogue LightPresent Tensemaybe purple prose-ish?written over 3 or 4 yearsGood Significant Other Charlie Magne | MorningstarGood Significant Other Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)Soft Charlie Magne | MorningstarSoft Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)Established Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | VaggiePost-Canon
Language: English Series: ← Previous Work Part 12 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Stats:Published:2026-09-02Words:5,521Chapters:1/1Comments:1Kudos:1Hits:0
the slow glow of dawn
Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)

Summary:

Charlie and Vaggi make sleepy, gentle love one early morning.

They wake up, one after the other.

First Charlie, roused by the brightening dawn outside, and then Vaggi, stirred by her lover’s movement and the creaking of bedsprings. Charlie yawns, stretches, and settles again, and Vaggi humphs and squirms to be closer to her partner, following the contours of the indentation in the mattress that lead to her.

The air is warm; warm enough that they forewent pyjamas when they retired to bed last night, and the morning light is maroon-turning-crimson through her still-closed eyelid. Soon the rest of Hell, the rest of the Pride Ring, and the rest of the Hazbin Hotel will awaken, and the infernally infuriating pandemonium of the day will begin in earnest – but this moment of respite is theirs and theirs alone.

Vaggi reaches out blindly with a hand, finds soft, snowy flesh, and starts to caress and squeeze. It could be Charlie’s side, it could be her arm, it could be her stomach – Vaggi knows all too well her lover’s a restless sleeper. But it doesn’t matter where she’s holding, really. Any contact with her princess is what this fallen angel is seeking, what she always seeks; she’s drawn to Charlie like a moth to a flame.

She doesn’t need to open her eye to know Charlie smiles at the touch. Hearing a happy little sigh and a whispered “morning” is enough.

And then Charlie rolls over towards Vaggi; she wraps her arms around her and kisses her forehead, as the middle of the bed sinks a little more under their combined weight.

Vaggi breaks away from Charlie’s lips and starts kissing down her neck, making her way to her collarbone. She scooches her way south, aiding her lips’ journey as she works down Charlie’s body. Her mouth slides over Charlie’s breast, and she presses kisses to it, pushing her face into cleavage. She lingers there, and, as she does, she has the impulse to suck gently at Charlie’s nipple.

She gives into the temptation.

Charlie lets out an excited little yip, and Vaggi glances up to see the fruit of her endeavour: her lover’s crooked, pleasured smile. Yes, she’s very glad she did that; she loves making Charlie melt like that. It’s one of the favourite expressions her favourite face makes.

Then, with another contented mrrp that’s halfway to being a full-chested purr, Charlie rolls onto her back, and pulls Vaggi up with her, up on top of her. Her body rocks from the motion. Vaggi finds purchase and settles into Charlie’s lap; she arches her back, not just for the benefit of her sleep-stiffened muscles, but for Charlie’s gaze too.

Blinking, she tilts her head just to the left to give herself the fullest possible view of Charlie, to frame her lover best in the remaining range of her vision. She’s surveyed Charlie’s body many times before with all of her senses, and still she has to take all of her in; her puppy-snout nose and messy gold hair, the way her breasts part under gravity’s pull and her tummy muffins over her waist, the way her stretch marks shimmer iridescent like little rainbows.

As she comes down from her first climax, she lets herself slip off of Charlie’s well-lubricated thigh and sinks her face into Charlie’s torso again, and with a kiss she resumes her slow journey down, down her body. She kisses her tummy, and drums on it with her fingers, and even blows a raspberry on it, eliciting giggles from the tickles.

Then she slides further down, until Charlie's face disappears behind the crest of her tummy. There she discovers more pudgy white flesh, and upon it wavy golden bush. She nuzzles at it with her nose, and Charlie laughs some more, her middle quivering from the chuckles.

But there's impatience, eagerness in the laughter.

Vaggi won't deny her princesa any longer.

She settles herself between Charlie's legs, one hand hooking under Charlie's left thigh, the other framing her crotch between index finger and thumb. She lets her focus drop all the way down to Charlie's pussy – it seems as wet as hers is, and it glistens and shines. She can’t help but lick her lips. She loves how Charlie tastes, just like she loves every part of her.

But she won’t rush. She wants to savour her own forbidden fruit.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

‘whisper words of wisdom’ (posted 15/08/2026) Two Verosikas, one from the past and one from the future, share a strange but comforting dream. archiveofourown.org/works/90498646 #helluvaboss #fanfiction #kiwi8fruit6

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
Gen
Fandom:
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Relationship:
Past Verosika Mayday & Future Verosika Mayday
Character:
Verosika Mayday
Additional Tags:
Hurt/Comfortself loveLucid DreamingConversation with yourselfVerosika Mayday-centricCaring Verosika MaydayHurt Verosika MaydayVerosika Mayday Needs a HugMeeting your Past selfMeeting Your Future Selfdream ficImplied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/AlcoholismEating Disorder Not Otherwise SpecifiedPlus-Size Verosika MaydayFat Verosika MaydayInternalised FatphobiaMentioned Wally WackfordImplied Verosika Mayday/Wally WackfordPast Blitzo/Verosika MaydayNon-Sexual NudityBody ImageBody PositivityWeight GainMentioned toxic music industry
Language: English Stats:Published:2026-08-14Updated:2026-08-15Words:2,194Chapters:1/?Comments:6Kudos:5Bookmarks:1Hits:48
whisper words of wisdom
Kiwi8_fruit6

Summary:

Two Verosikas, one of the past and one from the future, share a strange but comforting dream.

Verosika Mayday knew she was dreaming nearly as soon as she came to her senses.

For one thing, she could tell she was not in her bed. No mattress beneath her, no sheets on top of her, no Wally next to her. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it wasn’t like lying on the hard cold ground; instead, it felt like she was floating, resting on a nebulous nothingness that was and yet wasn’t there.

She opened her eyes groggily, to find an endless pea soup of silvery fog above her, instead of the ceiling of her and Wally’s bedroom with its seashell patterns and ripples of light from the bedside aqua lamp.

Grumbling with an effort befitting a succubus of her fifty-odd years and four hundred-odd pounds, Verosika propped herself up so she could take a better look around – and, crucially, see over her middle. In every direction she could see the faintest hint of a horizon out in the distance; perfectly flat and mirror-like almost to the point of invisibility. There were no landmarks or any distinguishable features, and everything felt vague and hazy.

The effort of holding herself up became too much, so she let herself flop back down with a sigh.

This was definitely a dream, then. It was probably inevitable; she’d had a hearty dessert maybe a bit too close to turning in last night. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a vivid and surreal dream after a late night bowl of ice cream – but she’d had better dreams than this, for sure. Usually involving Wally, or reliving her past glories on stage, or Wally, or something approximating Queen Bee’s wildest most glutenous parties, or Wally.

Yet something was familiar about this place. Verosika had the sense of deja vu.

It didn’t give her any sense of foreboding, though, not like the alcohol-induced nightmares of the ‘prime of her life’, so she didn’t fret. She saw no need. She’d just wait until she drifted off, and found herself in her own bed and own world again. That was an appealing thought, waking up maybe just in time for a full-course brea…

Finally, when her vision cleared and she felt like there was actual air in her lungs again, she straightened back up, preparing to stretch her back again… and she got her first good look at the prone body she had put herself through hell to come closer to.

And her jaw dropped.

“What the?”

It was her.

Well – her as she had been in her 20s. When her career was still just starting its takeoff run, when she wore her hair shoulder length. When she was still playing clubs instead of stadiums, attending instead of hosting illicit Halloween parties in the human world; when she could only afford a single bodyguard: an imp.

…when Blitzø had left her.

The shock erased all her fatigue. The feeling that she should remember this crescendoed even more.

Verosika checked her younger self over. She had been so skinny back then. The angles of her face, her jawline… the slenderness of her tail… and dear Beelzebub, her waist was far too thin to be healthy! It was literally a single hands length across! If not for her tits, she suspected she’d be able to see her ribs too.

She recalled the constant pangs of hunger she’d had back then, the gnawing panic every time her stomach curved outward by an inch if she so much as indulged in something carb-heavy, the dread every time the dial on the scale crept over that magic number of 125. The voice of her manager, dripping acid into her soul, eating at her self-esteem; reminding her of the tabloids and her image and what gaining weight would do to her reputation. The headaches and brain fog, the constant craving of booze to drown it all out.

Those days were long gone. She hadn’t needed to recall them in a while.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

🔞’cream-filled (above board AND under the table) (posted 20/07/2026)🔞 [NSFW] ‘Millie and Moxxi are the proud owners of a bakery in Imp City. They are madly in love, and they also love the food they make. Naturally, food slips into their love life.‘ archiveofourown.org/works/888514... #wg #feedism

Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/F
Fandom:
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Relationships:
Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss)Blitzo & Millie (Helluva Boss)Blitzo & Moxxie (Helluva Boss)
Characters:
Millie (Helluva Boss)Moxxie (Helluva Boss)Blitzo (Helluva Boss)
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - BakeryFeeding KinkWeight GainSmut5+1 ThingsHand FeedingForeplayCoitus InterruptusSemi-Public SexUnder-Desk Blow JobsUnder-Desk CunnilingusHealth and Safety Violationsjk they don’t have health and safety in HellFemale Moxxie (Helluva Boss)Trans Moxxie (Helluva Boss)i hit this fic with the yuri beamCute Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss)Foodie Millie (Helluva Boss)Foodie Moxxie (Helluva Boss)Slow burn but for weight gainFemale Blitzo (Helluva Boss)Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Language: English Series: ← Previous Work Part 11 of Kiwi's Spice Rack Stats:Published:2026-07-19Updated:2026-07-20Words:3,574Chapters:1/6Hits:0
cream-filled (above board AND under the table)
Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)

Summary:

Millie and Moxxi are the proud owners of a bakery in Imp City. They are madly in love, and they also love the food they make.

Naturally, food slips into their love life, and their love life starts to intrude on their work, and in turn… that has an effect on their waistlines.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text
“Aaaaaaand… there we go!” Millie hollered triumphantly from the top of the ladder, finishing off the curly letter ‘Y’ on the storefront sign with a flick of the paintbrush.

“Great job, honey!’ Moxxi called up, as she held the ladder steady, then flinched as a few drops of paint splattered down onto her forehead.

“Oops! Ah gotcha, sweetie, hold still!” Her girlfriend, lithe and strong, swung herself around by the tail and slid all the way down the ladder to meet her, bunching up a handful of her work apron in one hand and dabbing the freckly little spots of paint off Moxxi’s crimson skin before they could dry. “There we are!”

“Thanks, Millie, but… uh… won’t that leave a stain?”

“Who cares? These work clothes are meant for gettin’ dirty.” Seeing her girlfriend wasn’t quite convinced, she leant into her side, with a soothing touch and more resassuring tone to her voice. Her upbringing with her father had been really rough on her, even before she came out, so it made sense she’d still be anxious about little things like this. “It’s okay, Moxx’, really. Mah parents don’t care about stains in clothes. Long as it’s not the incriminatin’ sort. ‘Sides, we’re gonna be tradin’ these in for a different sort of apron in a few days.”

Moxxi perked up. “The ones on order from the textile place that owed you a favour?”

“Oh, everything is just – it’s all coming together,” Moxxi gushed, hugging herself with glee, spinning around as she took in their new livelihood. We can start making money, and pay off our loans, and— maybe, maybe I can start thinking about saving up for bottom surgery, or—or maybe fat grafting… or more new clothes!”

Millie smiled fondly. “Slow down there, babe. That’s all so far ahead. Openin’ day ain’t for a few more weeks yet.”

“I know, I know, but—”

“We’ve got time, hon,” Millie soothed, bringing Moxxi in for a cuddle again. “There’s no rush to figure out our new lives. Ya’ve only been on hormone for a couple of months, let them do their work.”

Just then, Moxxi’s stomach growled. She blushed.

Millie grinned. “Sounds like it’s doin’ wonders for your appetite already, huh?”

“Yeah,” Moxxi hummed, embarrassed. Then she yelped, because Millie goosed her.

“Hmmm. Ah think it’s already made a difference. Your cute ass feels plumper than it used to.”

“M-Millie!” Moxxi gasped.

“An’ your biteable thighs, too.” Millie purred, trailing her hand up to stroke the base of Moxxi’s tail. “You know you’ve always had nice hips, baby. And a real good figure. A pear’s a sexy shape.”

“Good girl.” Millie popped the cupcake in her mouth before the flustered giggles could get Moxxi, held it in place as she took each dainty bite out of it. When it was almost too small for her to hold in her hand, she popped it into Moxxi’s mouth and closed her jaw for her. She pressed a kiss to Moxxi’s nose, and to both of her cheeks, while she chewed, and chewed, and finally swallowed. “Was that good?”

“Of course,” Moxxi beamed, licking her lips. “You made those, after all – the salted caramel velvet cupcakes, with the cream cheese frosting.”

“Oh, so we’re playin’ blind taste-test now?” Millie put her hands on her hips. “Well, then you, missy, are cheating.”

Moxxi gave a bratty smirk. “Then why don’t you make sure I’m abiding by the rules?”

“Alright. Ah will.” Millie yoinked a tea towel; folding it up lengthwise, she wrapped it around Moxxi’s head and affixed it with a bow behind her horns.

“Hey, I didn’t—oh!”

“There ya are.” Millie said triumphantly. “No peeking!”

“Yes, ma’am. Can’t see a thing.” Moxxi was getting with the programme. A smile crossed her face. “May I have another now, please?”

“Of course.” The cupcake was already in Millie’s hand, wrapping off, ready and waiting. Moxxi opened her mouth again, and the process was repeated.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

‘you'd freeze out there (lend me a coat)‘ [posted 16/07/2026] ‘Adam and Lute seek shelter in a cloudbank when a storm interrupts their flight together. Lute discovers the disadvantages of being so slim when it’s cold out, and that Adam’s bod has its advantages.’ archiveofourown.org/works/88600421

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/M
Fandom:
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Relationships:
Adam & Lute (Hazbin Hotel)Adam/Lute (Hazbin Hotel)
Characters:
Lute (Hazbin Hotel)Adam (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags:
Fluff and HumorBad WeatherWinterStormsProtective Adam (Hazbin Hotel)Adam Being Adam (Hazbin Hotel)Lute is lowkey a chubby chaserLute Loves Adam (Hazbin Hotel)Not Actually Unrequited LoveBickeringHuggingHugging For WarmthAdam Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel)Adam is a confident BHMCold WeatherMentioned Abel (Hazbin Hotel)Mentioned Sera (Hazbin Hotel)
Language: English Stats:Published:2026-07-15Words:4,525Chapters:1/1Hits:0
you'd freeze out there (lend me a coat)
Kiwi8_fruit6

Summary:

Adam and Lute seek shelter in a cloudbank when a sudden winter squall interrupts their flight together. Lute discovers the disadvantages of being so slim when it’s cold out, and that Adam’s bod has an advantage.

Illustration by MissusHel

“Yeah, real great call, bitch,” Adam huffed, wings furiously beating as he wheeled around in midair and tried to gain ground on the rolling wall of approaching storm clouds. “‘Oh, Adam, let’s go out to watch the sunset, just the two of us, without checking the weather. I’m sure nothing will go wrong!’ Well, it did go tits up, so I hope you’re regretting it.”

“It wasn’t to ‘watch the sunset’, sir!” Lute yelled back over her shoulder, having executed her high speed about-face with much more precision. Though, admittedly, she had wanted to spend time with Adam, alone, without other Exorcists or stupid sexy Virtues or any other angel around to draw his attention away – but she wasn’t going to just ask him out for something frivolous. She had to have a good excuse for these moments, and the best excuse was an actual reason. Like an assessment of her superior officer’s stamina and fitness, at the first real opportunity she’d had all year. “It was for personal training!”

Adam scoffed. “Excuse you, what would I even need training for?”

Lute bit her tongue and considered her words carefully. Adam had not been leading exorcist drills and training lately, and he’d been rather… sedate in the last Extermination to boot. He’d gotten into the habit of putting his feet up more than Lute liked. Her superior officer he may be – and therefore an entirely different case from the Exorcists who served beneath them, who Lute had no shame in holding to exacting standards of fitness and physique because that was what their role and position demanded – but her instinct as a soldier had been nagging her for some time.

(Or so she told herself. She had had thoughts about Adam’s body, the beefiness and squishiness and prosperity of his frame. Thoughts that went beyond the professional devotion he was owed. Thoughts that, were she a Winner and not the second-in-command of the Exorcists, she suspected she would be obliged to take to confessional like a good human soul was supposed to.)

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

‘over on the bed... i mean, the couch‘ (posted 13/07/2026) ‘Vaggi asks Charlie to draw her in the nude on their anniversary. Knowing her girlfriend, she does expect a childish sketch. But she's in for a surprise. For #VaggiWeek2026 (Day 5: Artistic Nudity) archiveofourown.org/works/88458646

Vaggie may have been effectively born yesterday, in the grand scheme of things – called into existence as a fully-formed-and-fledged angel warrior only a handful of years ago, though she had to pretend she had more under her belt – and she hadn’t exactly been putting herself out there in the dating scene, but she still knew what the significant milestones in a relationship were supposed to be. A first date. A first kiss. A first confession. A first… time together. Meeting the family – okay, that one she definitely knew wasn’t going to happen, certainly not on her end, and it seemed pretty unlikely on her girlfriend’s end too.

Marriage – that hadn’t come up yet, either, for… reasons. A lot of reasons. One of which being that, with the ruse she had to pull, she was supposed to be someone who her girlfriend might lose one day.

So theirs wasn’t a conventional relationship. Vaggie wasn’t a typical woman, she was a fallen exorcist living in Hell, keeping her ex-exorcist-ness a secret. And she was somehow dating the Princess of Hell – the devil’s daughter! She didn’t expect to be checking off every typical relationship milestone.

But meeting – no, being found and saved by Charlie Morningstar; the most beautiful, most inspiring, most precious woman in all Creation… that was a milestone for sure. Not a relationship milestone, but the highlight of her whole existence.

And the milestones they had ticked off… they had been so sweet too. They’d ended up confessing their feelings for each other basically at the same time, and after all the self-sabotaging stressing Vaggie had had over whether Charlie even liked her back, or if she’d say no, the relief and joy had been intoxicating. Then that first round of light petting on the sofa, right afterwards. Their first date, at an ice cream parlor. The first gifts Charlie surprised her with (and boy, even with how some creepzo sinners had called her a ‘sugar baby’, it didn’t dull the fact that the Hellphone and the new dresses and t…

And, of course, there were all the doodles and drawings Charlie stuck up or left lying around: on the walls, on their bedroom door, on the fridge, and strewn all around their office.

Charlie loved to draw. And, Vaggie meant this lovingly, her drawings were a bit childish. In a good way. She drew mostly in stick figures with smiley faces, she’d put rainbows in just about every corner of the paper, and had a pressing need to use every coloured pencil or crayon at her disposal. There was an innocence to her drawing style that Vaggie knew she’d missed out herself, so she relished in watching her girlfriend draw. She thought it was something miraculous in Hell.

Even the way Charlie captured the X over Vaggie’s eyepatch, the lingering reminder of what she’d been and the pain that had been inflicted on her… in her scrawling, scribbly hand, Vaggie could find it cute. Pretty, even.

In the spirit of celebrating their milestones, a new set of doodles had been stuck on the fridge door, and they were on the theme of them living together. Holding hands on the balcony; in a pillow fort on their bed; running a therapy class together to a roomful of generic, smiling sinners. They all had Vaggie with a bow in her hair much bigger than the ones she already wore, but she didn’t pay that much mind.

Then there were a couple of… more personal ones. One of them in short dresses on what seemed to be a date night, looking into each others eyes… and one of them in the bathroom, in what looked like a hot tub, chest-deep in water. And it seemed like, instead of sticking with stick figures, Charlie had tried to draw the top half of their breasts in the water.

It was the spiciest thing she had actually seen Charlie draw. She’d giggled at it before she went to dress for their anniversary dinner (even though they were having it here at the Hotel), and then it gave her pause for thought.

How would Charlie approach a pinup drawing?

Or a nude portrait?

“Ohhhh, you’re gonna be so CUTE with it on! Especially if you wanna be like me and wear your hair in a ponytail.” She yanked her phone out of her pocket. “Try it on, try it on! I wanna get a photo!”

“Or,” Vaggie stepped around the table, leaving her three-quarters-eaten souffle behind, and gently nudged Charlie’s hand with the phone back down. “I’ve got another idea.”

“Oh! Sure!”

“What if you did another drawing of me, tonight?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure – of course I can draw you!” Charlie beamed. “Like a portrait or something?”

“Yeah.”

“Posed.”

“Mm-hmm”.

“Wearing the bow!”

“Of course.“ Vaggie went up onto her tippy-toes so she could purr the next part in Charlie’s ear. “Wearing just the bow. Nothing else.”

She pulled back to see the effect of her request – and sure enough, Charlie was blushing furiously, and her jaw had gone slack. “I—uh. Oh.”

“Yep.”

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

‘what was once so sweet has soured’ (posted 24/06/2026) ’Angel Dust reflects on why he keeps going back to Val... and why this time it has to stick. Post-Season 2 (but taking a few liberties with canon)’ archiveofourown.org/works/87282031

what was once so sweet has soured by Kiwi8_fruit6
Fandoms:Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Mature
Rape/Non-Con
M/M
Complete Work
24 Jun 2026
Tags
Rape/Non-ConAngel Dust/Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Angel Dust/Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel) Minor or Background Relationship(s)Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel) Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Minor CharactersAngst Character Study No Dialogue Hurt No Comfort Sex Worker Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Abusive Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) Implied Sexual Content Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms Self-Esteem Issues Self-Loathing Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Angel Dust Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel) Angel Dust is a self sacrificing idiot Angel Dust doesn't know how much he is loved Minor Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel) In Media Res Post-Episode: s02e08 Curtain Call (Hazbin Hotel) not entirely canon compliant i refuse to acknowledge that the Exterminations somehow only went on for 7 years Author Is Sleep Deprived
Summary
Angel’s memory of sweet times with Valentino is soured, because of what Valentino’s done to him. So here he is, trying to sour his memory of his stay at the Hazbin Hotel as well, on purpose. Because of himself. Because of what he did.

And yet, just like he still perversely, irrationally wants Valentino, he still wants so badly to go back to the Hotel.
Angel Dust reflects on why he keeps going back to Val... and why this time it has to stick.

Post-Season 2 (but taking a few liberties with canon)

He knows, okay? He fucking knows! Angel Dust may be many things, many personas, whatever he needs to be for whoever’s paying for his services, but he is not the airheaded brains-fucked-out that he has to make Hell think he is. He is not a damsel. He doesn’t need Charlie bleating about “Stockholm syndrome” and Vaggi passive-aggressively bitching about how he keeps going back to his abuser — he knows! He knows what he’s doing.

He knows it's the only thing he can possibly do.

He doesn't need Cherri's futile encouragement for him not to give up or give in. He doesn't need her forgiveness for him putting his hands around her neck. It doesn't matter that he was 'hypnotised', that it 'wasn't his fault'. He was weak, he was stupid, and he betrayed her trust and almost choked her out. He can see her texts, growing steadily more disappointed, but he’s not allowed to answer to them. He can’t, not now. Vox, even though he’s just a glorified tablet that Ethan has to carry around all day (and periodically plug into a power socket to recharge), has been compelled to keep an eye on what Angel does on his phone, (Velvette too busy picking up the slack as co-CEO) and without a body or delusions of godhood he’s actually doing the task pretty diligently.

If he tried to reply, Vox would stop him. Would cut out the phone signal, or crash his phone, or something.

And even if Vox wasn’t there, was dead or suffering from a cracked screen… Angel still wouldn’t respond.

He doesn’t even need Husk’s pity.

Okay, maybe it’s “unhealthy” by Charlie’s ideals, by Heaven’s so-called standards, by the books she cited for her fumbling attempts at therapy. Wherever she got that Swedish term from. But this is Hell. This is reality. Nothing in his life or afterlife has ever been healthy: being born into a mob family, growing up during the Great Depression, being queer, fucking men and doing drugs.

Killing his father. Getting his eye shot out by his dipstick brother. Overdosing. Signing his soul away. Being too trusting.

He doesn’t deserve free will. He misused it time and time again.

He knows the choice he made, long ago; the careless mistake that damned him. He knows what he got into, even if he didn’t at the time. Angel is aware that the way he’s treated, his lack of freedom, his lack of choice are just the consequences of what he did; something that he deserves.

His load to shoulder is other men’s loads inside him.

It’s an old, familiar routine that’s been beaten into Angel (sometimes literally) by the decades, so he knows what he’s getting into. He knows Val will hit him again. He knows he’ll make him fuck women for a shoot or for a night on the street if he’s mouthed off or been particularly disobedient. He knows Val will fuck him in the dressing room, even when he’s too tired, fucked out, sore and raw and cumming dust.

He hates Val. He hates him so, so much.

And he still loves him.

He knows it’s love. It’s more than just the memory of it. It’s more than lust. More than the way he signed his soul away and now literally is on an overlord’s chain – he still feels something in his chest and heart tethering him to Valentino, always leading back to him.Back to the blows and the two-faced fuckery and getting railed in the green room.

He just… wishes things could go back to the way they were.

It’s screwed up?

Fuck off. ‘Course it’s screwed up. Nobody knows that better than Angel does, cause he’s the one being fucked over. Literally. Spit-roasted for the latest instalment of the Boystory saga, while not getting a pittance despite being the star attraction, except maybe Val will give him a gift and praise and the good stuff some random time later; and he’s depraved enough and tired enough and worn down enough that he’ll be a ‘good boy’ and accept it. He’s used to it.

But it wasn’t always this bad.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

‘turns out it was that easy, baby (or: Charlie’s post-nut clarity saves the day)’ (posted 02/04/2026) ”What if Vaggi managed to convince Charlie to come to bed for some de-stress sex in ‘Silenced?’” archiveofourown.org/works/82289191 #hazbinhotel #fanfiction #kiwi8fruit6

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories:
F/F, Gen
Fandom:
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Relationships: Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie, Abel/St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel),
Emily & Charlie Magne | Morningstar,
Angel Dust & Cherri Bomb (Hazbin
Hotel)
Characters:
Charlie Magne | Morningstar,
Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Abel (Hazbin Hotel), Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust
(Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags:
April Fools' Day, Crack Treated Seriously, Fix-It of Sorts, Humor, Episode: S02e05 Silenced (Hazbin Hotel), Good Significant Other Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar Tries, Cinnamon Roll Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Lesbian Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Sera is So Done (Hazbin Hotel), Lute is so Done (Hazbin Hotel), Lute is also kinda racist, Emily's sapphic awakening, hint of Chaggily, Awkward Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Implied/Referenced Sex, Partial Nudity, Mentioned Vox (Hazbin Hotel), No
beta we die like Vox's approval ratings
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2026-04-02 Words: 5,812 Chapters: 1/1 Kudos: 2 Hits: turns out it was that easy, baby (or: Charlie's
post-nut clarity saves the day)
Kiwi8 fruit6

"Aargh, this would be so much easier with Alastor," Charlie groaned the moment she pulled away from the kiss, and Vaggi felt her stomach twist with jealousy. She loved her girlfriend, she really did, and her trust in her faithfulness was absolute, but Charlie's ADHD tendencies really just had to kick in at the most inopportune times. She had to mention the guy the middle of a nice kiss, too, and after Vaggi had been working her ass off keeping the Hotel running nearly single-handedly!
"Uh-huh," she monotoned, hoping Charlie might just get the hint that she wasn't happy that nice kiss got interrupted.
She didn't. "He was supposed to host the hotel, not get fucking kidnapped!"
There, though, Vaggi was in 100% agreement. She'd watched the guy shirk all his responsibilities from the moment he popped back up, conveniently after all the rebuilding work was done, and then he'd gone and quit... apparently over Lucifer telling him to 'use a coaster' for his morning cup of blood coffee, or so she heard from Angel and Cherri? And now he'd gotten himself captured by Vox, probably over some dick-measuring contest bullshit?
Quite frankly, she didn't think the Hotel was missing much with Alastor's absence.
Charlie's face - already so pale - somehow paled even further. Her bleeding heart was clearly kicking in. "Oh, God, what do you think they're doing to him, Vaggi?"
"I'm sure he's okay," Vaggi assured her, rolling her eyes. "You know Al, he's always up to something. But I have things handled." She looked her girlfriend, her beautiful, slender, highly-strung princess with a disorder, right in the eyes. She could see how desperately she needed some TLC. Maybe it would help her clear her head and see that pushing herself to try and solve a singular issue all the time was counterproductive and self-destructive.

She glanced at Charlie's bosom meaningfully, then wiggled her eyebrows. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Charlie blushed. Gracias a Dios, was she finally getting the hint?
"I-I-um-I-" she stammered, then swallowed, with visible difficulty, like her throat was going dry- gosh, her girlfriend needed some fluids in her, stat. "I don't know, Vaggi. The only thing that can stop Vox is proof that Pentious was redeemed and that I'm telling the truth - I can't just take a break. I need to make this Hotel work." Oh, there it was. This ran deeper than just Vox's slander. She should have guessed. "Maybe then people will stop calling me a failure, and my mom will come back and tell me what I did to make her leave, and-"
"Shut up, babe," Vaggi interrupted, pinching Charlie's lips closed, and to assure her she wasn't being mean, she gave her a kiss. "That's enough of the spiral. You're stressed. You look dehydrated. You're not gonna do yourself or your dreams any good pushing yourself so hard in this condition."
"I-"
"No buts, Charlie," she tutted. "You know I love you. I want your dream to succeed too. But trying to do it alone alone and hyperfixating on just one thing isn't working out, missy."
"Yeah..." Charlie slumped, and her lip began to wobble. "I'm just so stressed, Vaggi, and everything's falling apart around me. I want it to stop, or at least be easier, and make more sense..."
Vaggi cupped Charlie's face. "It's okay, hon. Let me take care of you. Let me remind you what we can accomplish together. " And she trailed her touch down her neck and down her body, coasting over her chest and her stomach, stopping just short of her crotch.
Charlie flushed, and her eyes widened. "Oh."
"Yeah. 'Oh'.'I'm asking if you want to - how did our first redeemed resident put it? - 'do a sex with me."'"'

"We haven't had a proper night together since... the first night after the battle," Charlie realised. She cringed guiltily. "I'm so sorry, Vaggiiiii..."
"Hey, no apologies." Vaggi reassured, placing her hand over Charlie's. "We can fix that right now, if you want."
Her girlfriend still looked hesitant, and Vaggi rolled her eyes. "Besides - what could possibly happen? Sera herself showing up in our room? We're not gonna be that long. Vox and Heaven can wait a few minutes... or half an hour. However long you need." She took her girlfriend's hand in hers, and guided it upwards to pop open the top button of her blouse, exposing a bit of the cleavage Angel and Niffty claimed she didn't have. The cherry on top of her offer.
Charlie giggled smittenly, staring down her blouse just as she had hoped she would. "Alright. You've won me over, mi amor."
"That's more like it." Vaggi scooped Charlie up, bridal style. "You can call me that more often while I figure out a new name.
It really does things for me."
"That can be arranged, mi amor, " Charlie purred, butting her forehead against Vaggi's.
Her heart singing, Vaggi nuzzled her nose against Charlie's snout and began to make her way back inside to their bed, putting a bit of sway into her stride as she went. "› Your hand, my hand, your body and mine..s"she crooned, bumping the door open with her hip.
And she and Charlie kissed again as the doors swung closed behind them.
A few minutes later, a portal opened onto the Hazbin Hotel's balcony.

0104

Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/03/2026

🔞’ladies, you know what i mean, and you know what you need, and so does he’ (posted 06/03/2026)🔞 [NSFW] ‘When Lilith expresses her dissatisfaction with sex with Adam, Lucifer takes it upon himself to figure out how to get the job done.‘ archiveofourown.org/works/80729871 #fanfic #lucilith #hazbin

E
9
ladies, you know what i mean, and you know what you need, and so does
06 Mar 2026
he by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
No Archive Warnings Apply, Lilith Magne | Morningstar/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Smut, Masturbation, Pre-Canon, Angel Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Mentioned Adam (Hazbin Hotel), Minor Adam/Lilith Magne | Morningstar,
Minor Adam/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Soft Lucifer Magne I
Morningstar, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Clit Play, Shapeshifting, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Has a Vagina, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar is a considerate lover, he may be a man but he is the first femininomenon, Song: Femininomenon (Chappell Roan), he can hit it like get it hot make a bitch, he really out here flicking the bean in the woods like an R18 Disney princess, not a tickle kink but tickle mentions, Cause y'know, "Oh that's a bad tickle OH THAT'S A BAD TICKLE"
" Lucifer Magne | Morningstar deserves the good tickle
But does it happen?
No!
But does it happen?
No!
Well, what we really need is a...
...femininomenon!
When Lilith expresses her dissatisfaction with sex with Adam, Lucifer takes it upon himself to figure out how to get the job done.
(Or: Lucifer gives himself a vagina and flicks the bean in the Garden of Eden, cause Adam can't make a bitch go on and on..)

Lilith. Think of Lilith.
The way she took to the water, how she waded so smooth and gracefully that she left barely a ripple behind her. If she bathed at night, only the moonlight upon her silhouette would betray her presence. A corporal, earthly being, and yet she was somehow so ethereal, almost ghostlike. To his eyes she was more angelic than the other angels. More angelic than himself, even.
Lucifer's free hand trailed lazily down his torso, and he pressed gently on the mound above his new blooming lips. He hummed. Ooh, that felt good. The tickles were even better. Not necessarily more intense, but they spread, like a warm glow, a pleasant pressure. Nearly all of the space between his legs was set alight.
He let his fingers start to circle, probing the edges of the outer lips. He let his palm settle on the pubic mound, gently pressing down, caressing his whole crotch, as he worked his fingers inward.
Oh golly, the inner lips felt even better to touch. They responded to an even lighter brush of his fingers; a touch which had him involuntarily tilting his head back and shutting his eyes, and behind his closed eyelids he saw a flash of light.
That felt good. That felt very good.
He kept going. He eased the pressure of his touch, then pulled back, experimenting, letting his body and these new sex organs inform him.
Presently Lucifer noticed that his fingers were now damp, sliding freely across the slick surface of his skin. He opened his eyes and checked in the mirror, removing his hand from his crotch, and he saw his vulva glistening with moisture like morning dew.

His thumb grazed his crotch as he withdrew his hand—
-and a JOLT of rapturous ecstasy shot from his touch like lightning travelling all the way through his corporeal form. He folded over into himself, and cried out.
"Aaaahhohh, G-!"
But he cut himself off. He shouldn't blaspheme, no, he shouldn't. What if that would summon the Elders - or even the Speaker? What would they do if they saw him like this?
And yet he needed to say someone's name. He needed to cry out for something, someone.
"—Lilith..."
His heart did a flip in his chest.
"Lilith..." he breathed again, chest heaving. It felt so right to say her name. And it reminded him of who he was doing this for.
She would like this so, so much, he thought.
Lucifer looked down again to see what he'd done, and he noticed that in his spasm of pleasure he had knocked over the mirror. He righted it, checked that it still framed his crotch well, and sighed.
He'd have to take it slow. That little, sensitive bud atop his lips would be his focus now.
He took it gingerly between two fingers, giving it testing little touches. It was exceedingly sensitive, he made himself hiss and even yelp a couple of times if he pressed too hard. Touching the clitoris directly was a no-go, then, at least for the start.
He ran his finger in an orbit around the clitoris, and that was much better.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 19/02/2026

‘you will never love me again’ (published 19/02/2026) “What if Alastor had a change of heart and tried to reach out to Vox at the climax of the battle in Curtain Call? Spoiler alert: it doesn’t go better. Vox has been stung one too many times.“ archiveofourown.org/works/79858111 #radiosilence

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
Major Character Death
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Relationships:
Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor & Vox (Hazbin Hotel).
Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Carmilla Carmine (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Rosie (Hazbin Hotel),
Emily (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, no happy ending, everyone dies, One-Sided
Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Vox Has Issues (Hazbin Hotel),
Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Acephobia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s02e08 Curtain Call (Hazbin Hotel), Background Relationships, Minor Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Minor Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie, radioSILENCE, i wrote this in like 6 hours, Rawdogged it, no beta we die like everyone in
this fic, One shot
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2026-02-19 Words: 2,397 Chapters: 1/1 Comments:
13 Kudos: 22 Bookmarks: 9 Hits: 218
you will never love me again
Kiwi8 fruit6

Vox bounced back. Not in the same way Charlie did, not in an admirable way, but it at least offset some of his patheticness. What had changed?
Curiosity got the better of Alastor.
"WAIT!" he called out.
Everyone stopped and stared at him. Valentino and Velvette, creeping up behind Vox, stopped in their tracks.
Vox growled. Alastor could swear there was static foam at the corner of his mouth. like a rabid animal. "Of course you have to ruin MY moment again," he ranted. "You've always got SOMETHING to say, SOMETHING to mess up! Well what is it, Radio Demon?"
"You really intend to destroy the realm you desired so much to rule, and destroy yourself so you can never rule anything...over me?"
"Alastor? Now's not the time for this!" Charlie warned, sounding scared, from somewhere behind him, and oh wasn't this an irony. Now she cared. Now she didn't want him to explore his sense of humanity and take inspiration from her many moral lessons.
"Oh, don't fucking flatter yourself," Vox tried to sneer, but his screen glitching and the tears in his eyes made it ineffective, at least to Alastor. "You're so egotistical!"
"Ah, but it must be, musn't it?" Alastor dragged himself to his feet and took a step towards the TV overlord. "Did I really mean that much to you, that you could set aside your own ego just for a moment? After all, Vincent, you did crave my company, my friendship."
A look of shock and betrayal came upon Valentino's face. He mustn't have known what Vox's name was in life. Vox musn't have told him. Funny. Hiding things from those who were supposed to be his partners, who he depended on to help him fight his fights. That supported the burgeoning theory in his head that Vox's obsession with him ran deeper.
But saying Vox's real name enraged him more.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘A Deal Not Taken’ (posted 26/01/2026) A canon divergent AU of Hazbin Season 1, where Charlie turns down Alastor’s deal at the start of ‘Hello Rosie!’ Illustrated by @elcee-rod.bsky.social and @helluvafloots.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/78370761

A Deal Not Taken by Kiwi8_fruit6
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
03 Feb 2026
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Charlie Magne / Morningstar/Vaggi | Vaggie, Angel Dust & Husk & Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust & Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Husk & Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Angel Dust & Vaggi l Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk & Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar & Sir Pentious, Alastor & Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Adam & Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne / Morningstar & Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Frank (Hazbin Hotel), The Egg Bois (Hazbin Hotel), Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Adam (Hazbin Hotel), Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne / Morningstar, Razzle (Hazbin Hotel), Dazzle (Hazbin Hotel), Original Helluva Boss Character(s), Heavy Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s01e06 Welcome to Heaven (Hazbin Hotel), Episode: s01e07 Hello Rosie! (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar Needs a Hug, Vaggi | Vaggie Needs A Hug (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor and
Vaggi | Vaggie Do Not Get Along (Hazbin Hotel), Break Up, Arguing,
Misunderstandings, Alastor Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Adam Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Lute Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Crying, Pain, Sad Ending, Blood and Injury, Violence, Gore, Tags Contain Spoilers, Grief/Mourning, Sir Pentious Lives (Hazbin Hotel), Demon Charlie Magne |
Morningstar, Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, Minor Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel),
Minor Cherri Bomb/Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar-centric, Vaggi | Vaggie-centric (Hazbin Hotel), BAMF Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Illustrations, Embedded Images, Betaed, Canon Bisexual Character, Fallen Angel Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel),
Vaggi | Vag…

The courtroom receded, and then vanished altogether, as the portal spat them out in a heap on the Hotel lobby floor. She heard Vaggie immediately scramble to her feet and storm towards the portal as it snapped shut mockingly.
"—FUCKER!! ¡Despiadado hijo de puta APESTOSO!! ¡BASTARDO!!!"
She did not follow suit.
She did not trust her trembling limbs to hold her weight right now. So on her hands and knees she stayed, cowering from her failure, a failure bigger than all the other fuckups and mistakes she'd made before. Cowering from the sound of the angel raging into thin air a few feet away from her.
'..Adam, I hope you CHOKE on your spare ribs! ¡Jodio cerdo CABRÓN!! AARGH!"
Cowering from it all.
Vaggie was an Exorcist, just like them, and the Extermination was still coming in a month's time, and her friends were almost definitely going to double-die. The fact of that more than ate away at her. It devoured her. It felt like even the hotel building itself was condemning her for failing to protect it.
Even though that's what she'd been trying to do. Even though not all of it was her fault.
Because Vaggie hadn't told her she was an angel.

"Charlie, whatever you do..."
And she remembered someone clutching her arms, the voice of an angel beseeching her, pleading, louder than all of the other warnings and omens and memories that came before:
... do NOT make a deal with him!"
That made up her mind for her. Charlie stepped out of handshake range. "No."
Alastor's smile was unwavering, but his ear twitched, and there was a spike in the static that accompanied him wherever he went. "I'm sorry? I must have misheard"
"No." Charlie repeated, doing her best to sound authoritative, like a Princess of Hell should... like her mother would've wanted. (Like Vaggie would've wanted.) "I don't want your deal."
He smiled wider, and laughed - but it was a tight laugh, just like the way he laughed when the subject of television came up in conversation. "Why, Charlie, you must be feeling better if you have time for jokes!"
His microphone burst into life. "I say, the dame must still be dizzy from her heavenly misadventure-!"
"Shut UP!" Charlie clenched her fist, and the canned laughter cut off with a screech. "I'm not kidding! I mean it! No!"
Alastor blinked. He clutched his staff to his chest, and stroked the top of the microphone as if comforting a frightened pet. "That was rude."

"Yes, I believe that every demon has good inside of them, and can choose to change for the better, but I know that out there, there are souls who have done - choose to do - cruel, mean, horribly fucked-up things!" She thought of Valentino, briefly, and the way he'd dragged Angel Dust out of his dressing room so roughly and made her friend look so frightened, so cowed. But Alastor was the one here in front of her right now, the guy who'd professed to finding suicides and orphans amusing, who had felled overlords just for the fun of it, whose broadcasts were filled with screams of pain and terror. "Sinners like you. I know your reputation, I was warned about you!"
"Ah, but by who, dear?" he asked, piercingly. "Those newsreel narrators on the picture box?
Your impotent, absentee father?"
"Don't insult my-" Charlie tried to interject, but she'd lost her momentum. Alastor steamrolled on.
"Or was it your sweetheart, who - what was it? - concealed her heavenly identity from you for as long as she could manage?" He started stalking towards her, backing her down. "What makes you think you can trust them any more than me? What makes you think they could give you what I am offering to support your kitschy aspirations?
"And how badly do you really want to save these sinners from their demise, if you're turning down the only way in which you can?"
Charlie flinched. She didn't have a comeback for that; his words had hit home. What if he was right?
For just a moment, pinwheeling tuning dials flashed in Alastor's eyes. "I am being generous with you, Charlie. A favour, in exchange for what I know."

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

🔞’i taught him that’ (posted 14/01/2026)🔞 [NSFW] Millie guides Moxxie through his first time eating her out. Inspired by that one moment in ‘Mission: Antarctica’. archiveofourown.org/works/77670321

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F/M
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss)
Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss)
Fluff and Smut, Humor, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot,
Porn with Feelings, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, First Time, Good Significant Other Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Good Significant Other Millie (Helluva Boss), Pre- Canon, Early Relationship, Love Bites, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no
beta we die like chazwick thurman, One Shot
English
- Previous Work • Part 9 of Kiwi's Spice Rack
Published: 2026-01-14 Words: 1,856 Chapters: 1/1
Comments:
Kudos: 14 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 229 i taught him that
Kiwi6_fruito (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Summary:
Millie guides Moxxie through his first time eating her out.
Notes:
That One Moment from Mission: Antarctica has been bouncing around in my
head for a WHILE. You know the one. I had to write something about it. The thought of Millie gently instructing Moxxie on cunnilingus makes my demi
heart do lil' flips.

"You okay, baby?" Millie checked in with her bed partner, currently hunched between her legs.
"You're kinda hyperventilatin' down there."
"Am I?" Moxxie wheezed, and Millie couldn't help but giggle. She wasn't gonna lie, the tickle of this lil cutie's breath on her pussy had been delightful; but she wasn't blind. She could tell he was halfway to a panic attack.
"Uh-huh. Come up here.
"
"Yeah-I-crumbs, I'm really sorry Millie." His voice trembled as she guided him up into an embrace. "Just... I've never done oral - I mean cunnilingus - before. My last partner was a guy, an assigned-male-at-birth guy, I mean, and-and I want to get this right for you, and-"
"Hey, hey, it's okay," she cooed, stroking his horns. "Ya said he treated you like a bag of holes.
Ah getcha. So did mine. An' ah appreciate it, so much, Moxxie, that you're thinkin' about me.
Mah ex didn't do that either." She could feel him calming down from the cuddles, though his dick still pulsed against her thigh. "We can skip oral if ya like. Ah mean, ya gave some damn good foreplay—"
"No, no, really, I want to treat you right first." Moxxie insisted, the shakiness suddenly gone from his voice. He was so sure of it. And it made her heart flutter. So she kissed him in thanks
- a proper makeout, with proper roaming hands, a squish to his tush, and a moment of winding his tail sensually around her fingers.
"Okay, baby," she exhaled, as their lips pulled apart. "Ah know mah way 'round mah own pussy.
Ah'll tell ya what to do, you don't have to worry 'bout a thing, 'kay?"
"Gotcha." Moxxie slotted himself back between her thighs, mumbling as he went. "Clit's at the top, bottom hole's the right hole. Clit's at the top, bottom hole's the-"
"Easy, easy, what did ah say earlier?" she tutted. "Ya don't go for the clit straight away. Ya wanna start off slow with her. Not all at once."
"Slowly," he repeated after her, exhaling. Then he pressed a slow, mouthy kiss to the crease where her inner thigh met her crotch; sucking,…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness’ (posted 10/01/2026) “Blitzø has nightmares after the Harvest Moon Festival.” archiveofourown.org/works/77435406

listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness by Kiwi8_fruit6
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
20 Jan 2026 Major Character Death, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Blitzo & Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo & Loona (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Striker (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Loona (Helluva Boss), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Comfort, Nightmares, What-If, Blitzo Needs a Hug (Helluva Boss), Blitzo Needs Therapy (Helluva Boss), Blitzo Loves Stolas Goetia, Hurt Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo is Bad at Feelings (Helluva Boss), Blitzo Cares About Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Striker Being a Jerk (Helluva Boss), Injury, The character death is in the nightmares, so it's not actually real, but still, it's described, Tags May Change, Warnings May Change, Post-Episode: s01e05 The Harvest Moon Festival (Helluva Boss), Post-Episode: s01e06 Truth Seekers (Helluva Boss), Post-Episode: s02e12 Sinsmas (Helluva Boss), Suicidal
Thoughts
The crack of the gunshot echoes in Blitzø's ears.
"SHIT!" he cries out, giving himself away. "What the fuck?!" "Thought you'd be thanking me, boss-man," Striker drawls cockily, blowing wisps of glowing smoke away from the barrel of the blessed rifle. "gettin' that blueblood's cock
outta your mouth."
-
Blitzø has nightmares after the Harvest Moon Festival.

He makes it to the top of the stairs and throws open the door, just in time to see Striker pull the trigger.
The crack of the gunshot echoes in his ears.
"SHIT!" he cries out, giving himself away. "What the fuck?!"
"Thought you'd be thanking me, boss-man," Striker drawls cockily, blowing wisps of glowing smoke away from the barrel of the blessed rifle. "gettin' that blueblood's cock outta your mouth."
"He doesn't have a di- he was our ticket to the human world!" Blitzø howls back, belatedly remembering telling Striker that Stolas has a cloaca is a bad call. Also, 'doesn't' might be past tense now. The lump in his throat doubles in size.
The book isn't all you care about, is it, Blitz-O?
He shakes the thought out of his head, and gestures accusingly at the other imp. "Don't you remember that part about my job, you stupid, inbred HICK?!"
A scowl twitches across Striker's face before he schools his ugly mug into an uglier sneer.
"And why didn't you ever consider taking that book from him, permanently? It would'a been so easy. Who's the stupid one here?" He hops down from his perch, leans the rifle against the wall, and begins to circle Blitzø like a shark scenting blood. "I'm disappointed in you, Blitzy. We seemed so alike, superior to the rest of our kind. We could have been a team. But I guess I know whose side you're really on."

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘strange things are happening to me’ (posted 1/01/2026) A tragic, post-apocalyptic Charlastor QPR dead dove fic. archiveofourown.org/works/76858556

strange things are happening to me by Kiwi8_fruit6
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series)
25 Jan 2026 Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Alastor & Charlie Magne / Morningstar, Alastor/Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Keekee (Hazbin Hotel, Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Octavia Goetia, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Post-Apocalypse, Character Death, Animal Death, Psychological Trauma, Sex, Dubious Consent, Situationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Alastor Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Aromantic Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar Needs a Hug, Bisexual Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Demon Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Charlie loves and misses Vaggi so much, Hallucinations, Insanity, Grief/Mourning, Assassination Attempts), Brutal Murder, Mating Cycles/In Heat, no beta we die like men, Codependency, Powerless Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Roo Owns Alastor's Soul (Hazbin Hotel), Roo is Charlie's Mother (Hazbin Hotel), Whump, Rape/Non-con Elements, revoked consent, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tragedy, Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Unreliable Narrator Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), at least in a moral and emotional sense, Slow Burn, Cannibalism, Queerplatonic
Relationships, Mixed Race Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Unhappy Ending
'I had friends
I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doing the best I can to carry on
'I had power
I was respected
But not any more
And I've lost the love to the one whom I adored'
- Randy Newman Charlie and Alastor are the last ones left in the Hotel. More than that - some of the last ones
left in a much emptier Hell. And now that the heavenly, mortal, and infernal realms have been severed and cut off from one another... what does one do when one is purposeless? What do you do when t…

Pentagram City was years removed from its former... well, no, not glory, hardly. It had never been a glorious place, perish the thought! But it had had a certain je ne sais quoi. A melting pot of all of the worst worsts of humanity and demonkind, it had been; and yet in it's heyday you could still pan through those wretched deposits and find the thrills and delights and the most enduring remnants of the indomitable human spirit - the culture. The cuisine. The desire to create.
The desire to carve out a name for oneself.
The desire to destroy. The conflict and drama and bloodshed to partake in, or to sit back and watch.
The entertainment.
Some had compared this place favourably to New York, or Los Angeles, or Bangkok, or any of the number of sin cities scattered around the planet Earth. Personally, he'd preferred to compare it to New Orleans.
It truly had been like his birthplace, his old home, in the ways he fondly remembered.
But it wasn't like that anymore.
The sprawling metropolis in the crater that had been formed when the Morningstar fell, all those millennia ago, had been cratered again and again. Huge chasms and cracks and sinkholes that clearly were not the result of territorial battles (or pathetic copycat overlords with unearned access to a holy light cannon) jostled and ripped apart the urban fabric and took bites from its flesh.
A sloppy, unfinished butchers' job.

$Charlie screamed for them not to do this, but it was too late. The last smile her father had given her was as he turned his back on this nuclear bomb, and with one last burst of his former power no longer directed to his self-preservation, shoved her. Giving her the momentum to make it back to her home realm. She'd seen it as he'd been swallowed up by the blast. Along with her mother. What was left of aunts and her uncles. The high Seraphim. They were gone in an instant. She'd screamed as she plummeted, hairline fractures and tears in the fabric of space racing with her. She'd seen Vaggi diving from Heaven, screaming, reaching out to try and catch her. She'd made it within a few feet of Charlie before the cracks in reality separated them. The last she'd seen of Vaggi was her distorted image being pulled back, pulled away, by someone else with wings. That was the last she'd seen of the love of her life. Her whole world... her family... gone. Except for Alastor, sitting on her bed next to her, and Keekee in her lap... she'd lost everything. She'd lost.$

When it happened, it was so close to home. So close to the Hotel.
They were just about at the gates, returning from a shopping trip (Charlie had cried over a bottle of bleach because it reminded her of Niffty, and then cried over the liquor section of the market they frequented because it reminded her of Husk)... when there was the crack of a bullet burying itself into the wall just behind Charlie's head.
And then, half a second later, the crack of a gun firing from some distance away.
Charlie jolted, but sluggishly. If the bullet had been a few more inches to the left, it would have gone right through her head.
And, as Alastor fought down the memory of being shot in the bayou that unfortunate day in 1933, to analyse the situation.. he saw the bullet embedded in the wall was glowing a gold so bright it was almost white.
An holy bullet.
An angelic gun.
Carmilla Carmine was gone, but her weapons lived on.
That could have killed him.
That could've killed Charlie. Angelic steel had taken down powerful Goetia, had weakened Lucifer when he was trapped in Vox's cannon to the point of collapse and mild haemorrhaging. No doubt in his mind that it could have killed her.
And Alastor felt rage.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘food, glorious food’ (posted 22/09/2025) “Verosika Mayday’s relationship with food over the years, told through her and Wally’s photo album.“ archiveofourown.org/works/71212781

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F/M
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford
Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford Mentioned Verosika's Crew, Mentioned Stolas Gotia, Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Mild Hurt/Comfort, No Dialogue, Weight Gain, Plus-Size Verosika Mayday, Fat Verosika Mayday, Food, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Body Positivity, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism,
Implied/Referenced Vomiting, Implied/Referenced Sex, One Shot,
Post- Canon, Verosika Mayday-centric, Photography, just a little kinky, Happy Ending
English
< Previous Work • Part 11 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots
Published: 2025-09-22 Words: 3,487 Chapters: 1/1
Comments: 6
Kudos: 19 Bookmarks: 4 Hits: 584
food, glorious food
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary: Verosika Mayday's relationship with food over the years, told through her and
Wally's photo album.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

🔞’coming home to you’ (posted 13/07/2025)🔞 [NSFW] “St. Peter has made it home after a busy day. Abel missed him, and he shows it.” A giftfic for @missushel.bsky.social. archiveofourown.org/works/67467296

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Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Abel/St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel)
St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Abel (Hazbin Hotel) Smut, Porn with Feelings, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Anal Sex, Lube, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Pillow Talk, Bottom St. Peter (Hazbin Hotel), Abel
has Golden Retriever Energy (Hazbin Hotel), Spooning,
Short & Sweet,
Rare Pairings
English
‹ Previous Work • Part 8 of Kiwi's Spice Rack • Next Work →
Published: 2025-07-13 Words: 1,368 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 8
Kudos: 140 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 1,785
coming home to you
Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Summary:
St. Peter has made it home after a busy day. Abel missed him, and he shows
Notes:
For MissusHel.

"I missed you," grumbled Abel, tugging St. Peter out of his robe the moment he stepped into the bedroom. He pulled him into a big bear hug. "C'mere. Haven't seen you all day."
Abel was shorter than Peter, but his soft, stout exterior belied his strength; he could lift him right off the ground when he hugged him. Like he was doing now. He gave very tight, warm, clingy hugs.
Which Peter always appreciated, very much. He was all for spreading and sharing the love!
But when they were both naked, like they were now, there was something more special about it. Something more intimate, more sacred; holy. Yes, their love was sacred to him in a way that the platonic love he held for Emily, for every other angel and Winner in Heaven, could ever be.
The skin-to-skin contact, his sweat beading onto the fuzzy hair on Abel's stomach - he revered it all.
It was an unspoken signal that they were both in the mood.
And St. Peter received the message loud and clear.
"Oh, I missed you too, woollybear," he cooed, resting his head atop Abel's. "I had to sing so many songs today!"
"Uh-huh?" Abel looked up at him, adoringly.
"AND play in the Sera-ymphony on top of that!" He feigned swooning, and Abel had to stumble to one side to keep his balance. "Phew! Let me tell you, Abe-babe, I am wiped out!"
"Awww! I guess I'll have to take care of you then," Abel pulled him in closer to press a kiss against his lips. "My hard-working boyfriend."
Peter giggled, and turned his head so Abel could kiss him properly again. He pulled away for just a moment to admire Abel; his messy hair and crooked halo, his plump body, the dale of blonde scruff in his sternum and the flush of arousal on his cheeks.
But Abel had other ideas.
"No, no, we're staying like this. We're staying close." He yanked Peter close again, spinning him around (being careful with his wings), and overbalanced backwards. Laughing, they tumbled onto the bed, sinking into the silken sheets and plush mattress.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘masseur’ (posted 18/05/2025) “Molly gives Cherri a back rub one night.” archiveofourown.org/works/65664940

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Mature
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No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/F
Fandom:
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Relationship:
Cherri Bomb/Molly (Hazbin Hotel)
Characters:
Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Molly (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Massage, argument, Cherri Bomb is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Protective Molly (Hazbin Hotel), Conflict, Sinner Molly (Hazbin Hotel), Sad Ending, Protective Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust & Cherri Bomb Friendship (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Short One Shot, Mentioned Valentino (Hazbin tel), Rare Pairings, Mentioned Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Alastor
azbin Hotel), Mentioned Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2025-05-18 Words: 1,216 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 9
Kudos: 15 Hits: 120
masseur
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
Molly gives Cherri a back rub one night.

The four hands working the knots and aches in her back are pure bliss, and Cherri Bomb melts into the bedsheets. "Fuckkkk, Molls, that's the spot."
"Cherry pip, whatcha keep on doin' to get all this tightness here?" Molly scolds fondly. Cherri only moans happily, as an audible crack marks another ligament being loosened. "It ain't good for your figure ta keep stressing it so."
"Okay-aargh-I know how brill' your cooking is, babe." Cherri twists around (as best she can) to glare pointedly at her girlfriend. "If I wasn't keeping active, I'd balloon. This bod," she gestures at her lithe frame, "is high maintenance."
"I'll say."
Cherri sticks out her tongue, and plants her face back into the pillow. Molly resumes the massage.
"Worth it, though, don't'cha think?" Cherri opines coyly after a moment. She wiggles, coaxing the towel wrapped around her waist - the only thing she's wearing - lower to reveal the tramp stamp she just got the other day: a speckle of bombs framed within a spider's web. Something sweet for Molly to look at in the sack; at least in certain positions.
Her girlfriend is silent.
Cherri waits two seconds, then four, then six. Still no response. "Babe?" she asks tentatively.
"What was it tonight?" Molly's voice, when it comes, is flat; almost cold.
"Ey?"
"What got your back this bad tonight?"
"Oi, woah!" Cherri forces a chuckle, trying to defuse her own apprehension. "Where did the interrogation come from?"
Molly huffs. "Can't I be concerned about my gal?"

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘there are times (and yet)‘ (posted 8/05/2025) “There are times when Blitzø remembers. A follow-up to ‘there ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb.’” archiveofourown.org/works/65395714

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M/M
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Blitzo/Stolas Goetia
Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia Hurt/Comfort, Emotional, Light Angst, Healing, Hopeful Ending,
Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Short One Shot,
Blitzo Needs a Hug
(Helluva Boss), Blitzo Has Issues (Helluva Boss),
Mental Health Issues, Caring Stolas Goetia, Mentioned Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Asmodeus | Ozzie (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss), No Dialogue, also happy 50th fic to me!, Alternate Universe - Canon
Divergence
English
- Previous Work • Part 3 of angsty kinda-connected Helluva fics
Published: 2025-05-08 Words: 1,453 Chapters: 1/1
Comments:
12 Kudos: 114 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 844
there are times (and yet)
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
There are times when Blitzø remembers.
A follow-up to 'there ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb!

There are times when Blitzø remembers.
He has a lot to remember. And when he remembers he can get lost in it, very easily.
So there are times when Blitzø could swear he has become Blitzo-with-the-O again.
A part of him has always and will always still be the young child shrinking from a self-serving hack of a father who dangled conditional love in front of him only to yank it away at the last second. An imp who never cared; who coerced his son into stealing from a new playmate only to make off alone with the ill-gotten gains which were supposed to "help Mom". Make off, spend it all on booze, and leave the circus to slowly crumble and Tilla to wither, wither away.
A part of him will always be the teenager helplessly watching his mother expire. A part of him is always burning, scorching, scarring. A part of him is still recoiling from his sister's punches; watching his best friend lie limp and limbless in a hospital bed as his dad shoves him out the ward.
A part of him, inside his mind, always echoes with voices.
"You're not my dad!"
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!"
"..reckless, heartbreaking FREAK!"
"Don't act like this is anything other than you wanting to fuck me..."
"Are you worried I may have enough of it someday as well?
"You're going to die alone!"
In these moments Blitzø (or is it Blitzo?) is almost sure he's going to be abandoned again.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

🔞’sticky sweet, from my head to my feet’ (posted 7/05/2025)🔞 [NSFW] Vaggie sets herself up as a sweet surprise for Charlie on their bed. She doesn’t anticipate quite how appreciative Charlie will be. archiveofourown.org/works/65273782

It had taken a while to set up. It had taken a whole bottle of chocolate sauce, a can of whipped cream, a bowlful of berries, and a tablecloth; all carefully smuggled one-at-a-time to their suite over the last few days. It had taken a believable enough excuse to skip dessert and games night for this, and a lot of careful watching in the mirror as she'd drizzled chilly, sticky syrup over her skin.
But, por Dios, Vaggie knew it was going to be worth it.
She lay supine on their bed, knees up, with both hands behind her head and her hair all fanned out. Her naked body was lavishly decorated: in swirls of whipped cream topped with berries; in drooling lines and trails drawn in chocolate. Hearts framed her nipples, syrupy stripes down her stomach and up her thighs marked the way to her muff.
Vaggie knew her princesa well. Her Charlie had such a sweet tooth there was no way in Hell she'd be be able to resist this. And she could only imagine what her girlfriend would do to her, with this spread of confectionery plated upon her. The thought of Charlie's lips; tongue; teeth roaming over her, savouring every inch of her garnished body... it was already giving Vaggie the thrills. She had to tamp down on the urge to finger herself and sate that itch between her legs.
But the waiting was gnawing at her. Vaggie couldn't help but worry about the chocolate running and messing up the meticulously planned, shakily drawn designs shed embellished herself with. Already some berries had slipped and fallen out of place, and the cream swirls were starting to wilt into misshapen blobs. Too much longer and she feared her presentation would be spoiled.
How long had she been posing like this for? Games night must be wrapping up by now.
And... yes, finally Vaggie could hear footsteps approaching down the hallway outside. She knew those footsteps even muffled through the wall; even blind in the dark.
The doorknob rattled and the door to their suite creaked open.
"Hey, Vaggie, mi amor, I hope you'…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘joaan iz rowling in her grave (or sally may kilz JKR dis tiem)’ (19/04/2025) a sequel to ‘my elon-is-mortal’, and another My Immortal parody. again, pretty self explanatory. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ illustration by @spamothenorth.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/64773241

joaan iz rowling in her grave (or sally may kilz JKR dis tiem) by
19 Apr 2025
Kiwi8 fruito
Helluva Boss (Web Series), Real Person Fiction Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Barbie Wire/Sallie May/Verosika Mayday, Sallie May (Helluva Boss), J. K. Rowling, Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Loona (Helluva Boss), Verosika Mayday, Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss), Parody, Satire, References to My Immortal, Intentionally Bad Spelling & Grammar, Canon-Typical Violence, Murder, Blood, Canon Trans Character, Transphobia, JKR dies, crackfic, Homage, Character Death, Not J. K. Rowling Friendly, Sexual Harassment, Non-Consensual Touching, Cannibalism, Misgendering, J. K. Rowling is a bitch, Magic, Knives, Illustrations, Embedded
Images dis is a seeqill to da fic i rote of Sally May killing elon musk!! preps an hairy pottr stans fawk
off
(for legal reasons this is a parody)
Part 2 of • sallie may ends transphobes (parodies in the style of My Immortal) E
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Oncelr upon a time there woz a women named jk rolling. i wish she woz just kidding but... u'll find out why soon enuff. her first name was joaan but she didn't like being called joaan. yet sumtimes she called herself robert (which iz a stupid dumb normie name) wich iz also ironik butt ill tell you just WAIT
she writed the hary pottah bookz which were mediokr but inspird the BEST STORY eVER MY IMMORTAL by XXXbloodyrists666XXX, lik how twilite inspird fifty shaeds ov gray except fifti shades of grey is BAD
but she hatez trans womn now wich is creepy, and ironic becoz she callz herself robert sometimes (like i sed ealrier) and she wrote a potion that makez u change gender in hary pottah 2 also she likes donld DRUMPF and matt wolsh whos a creep and a prep with an ugly preppy hipster beard who thinkz tinage girls shoud get pregananant. so she's grozz and a turf wich is meybe wors than bing a prep.
and so once day sh3 was siting at a cafe on da beech smoking a cigar (not a blunt) gloating on twotter abaut the corts beeing mean 2 trans womn wile wearing a basic bish preppy dress. she tiped her tweeet an posted and tben she laffed

"OH HEL NO" said blitzo all of a suddenly
"What?" everyone said, except sally May becuase she's cool like that. she checked her nails/claws wich were painted with blood red nail pollish an filed into sharp points. blitzo flipped around his phone so everywun could see. moxie had to get closer and squint. it was J Kay Rolling's gloating tweet and it said "i love it when a plan coms together #womansrights". yes they can get human tweets in hell don't ask me how
"sir don't show that to sally" moxie said "its transphobc"
"fuk off moxie" said Sally mAy, "i'm not a wimp" and she came over to reed the twet. she didnt say anything, she didnt get angy she just was cool and silent. and then she said "bee right bakc bitches" an started walkkign towards the gun cabinet and holstered two pistols. "where are you going sister?" said Milly, she didn't call her sis coz that sounds like cis
"i'm gonna kill JK Rowling" said Sally May putting bullets in the pistls. "But we don have a client puting out a hit on her" said Moxie. "i dont tink thats alowed

"sally are you fucking my sister and my ex" asked blitzo but sally was already gone.
"milly, moxie that means we're really family now! practically inlaws!"
"yay." sed moxie sarcasitally.
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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘i’m fine‘ (posted 22/04/2025) “Five times Moxxie said he was fine, and six times he wasn’t.“ archiveofourown.org/works/64568575

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Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia & Moxxie Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Loona (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss),
Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Karen (Helluva Boss) 5+1 Things, Hurt No Comfort, Well - Freeform, one (1) comfort, Angst, Poor Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie Has PTSD (Helluva Boss), Moxxie Needs a Hug (Helluva Boss), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sad Ending, Grief/Mourning, Barbie Wire Hates Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Fizzarolli Needs a Hug (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Canon- Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/ Alcoholism, Discussion of Abortion, Tags Contain Spoilers, Past Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Vomiting, Mild Gore, Mentioned Verosika Mayday, Past Blitzo/Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Andrealphus (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Octavia Goetia, Mentioned Asmodeus | Ozzie (Helluva Boss), Mentioned
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Summary:
Five times Moxxie said he was fine, and six times he wasn't.

Chapter 1: one, two, three, four, five
Summary:
Moxxie says he's fine after:
- ruining a family
- being buried under a wall
- having a door slammed in his face
- almost being married off
- fighting a cowboy
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
one "I'm fine," Moxxie murmured, when Millie asked if he was okay and why hadn't he eaten any of the cake celebrating their successful mission. He clutched his party hat in his claws so tight
that it ripped. All he could see was the mushroom cloud wafting up from what had once been a family home; smoke scattering like light in rippling water. He could see the beheaded teddy bear that landed at his feet. The imp with their horns cut off, a sack over their head, sobbing and begging before
he pushed the concrete weight over the side of the rowboat.
His mother's shoes, floating in that subterranean lake.
"Don't be a puss. We're just killing a mother. We're ruining a family!"
Moxxie thought, as he had back then, that he'd been the one to kill her.

Chapter 2: six
Summary:
Moxxie isn't fine after Blitzø's execution. Even though he tries to be.
Notes:
Are you ready for some canon-divergent pain? C
Huge thanks to rainbowchristy for beta-reading this chapter!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
six
Stolas raged against the courtroom wards. Loona thrashed in her chains, her anguished howl muffled by the muzzle that had been forced upon her. Millie shook with sobs, her tears trickling down Moxxie's horns, wetting his hair.
And Moxxie wailed into her chest.
he could still hear the *swish—thunk* of the axe.
When he could stomach lifting his head and looking, Satan and the majority of the court were still unmoved by Stolas's display; a mass of swirling black and red, screaming desperate eldritch screams as he threw himself against the wall of magic conjured up by the stony-faced Lord of Wrath. That blue bitch of a marquis was preening at the sight. Asmodeus and Beelzebub wore guilty winces (at least they had the decency to). The macaw Goetia who had challenged Andrealphus looked devastated.
And Blitzø was slumped against the chopping block. A trail of coagulating blood splatters led across the floor of the dock, to...
horns pruned at the tips
mouth gone slack
eyes rolled back
visible vertebrae cleaved in two
...to his decapitated head.
Moxxie threw up, and sobbed even harder.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

‘when hell freezes over’ (posted 20/04/2025) “Vaggie and Charlie talk in bed on a cold night; about body temperature, food… and what Vaggie’s life was like.” archiveofourown.org/works/64568236

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Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie
Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar Fluff and Angst, Pillow Talk, Cuddling & Snuggling, Guilt, Established Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Exorcist Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Vaggie Needs A Hug (Hazbin Hotel), Cinnamon Roll Charlie Magne /
Morningstar, Talking, Pre-Canon, Present Tense, Guilty Vaggie (Hazbin
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Summary: Vaggie and Charlie talk in bed on a cold night; about body temperature, food...
and what Vaggie's life was like.

"You're cold."
Vaggie hums, blinks - well, technically, a wink - to clear her sleepy vision, and focuses her gaze back on Charlie, sprawled on top of her. "Mmm?"
"I mean - I know I've said it lots," her girlfriend continues in a somnolent murmur, laying her head on Vaggie's shoulder, "but to me, you feel cold. In a nice way," she adds hurriedly. "Like... swimming on the hottest day... or ice cream without brain freeze."
Vaggie chuckles fondly. "If you didn't eat it so fast, hon, you wouldn't get brain freeze so often."
"It's not that! It's Hell ice cream - it's supposed to do that!" Charlie pouts dramatically. Vaggie boops her scrunched-up nose with a finger, and they both dissolve into giggles, and the bed creaks beneath them as they squirm.
They subside into comfortable silence. It's been a long day. A sudden cold snap hitting Pentagram City made sure they got plenty of work done on renovating this old Morningstar building for Charlie's rehab-redemption project, and now they're trying to get some rest despite the blizzard battering the windows. But Charlie's mind tends to race, and you know what?
Vaggie doesn't mind pillow talk one bit.
She idly runs her fingers through Charle's blonde hair, and it flows between them like liquid gold.
"To me," she says at length, bringing a hand up to cup Charlie's rosy cheek. She flutters at the touch, but leans into it nonetheless. "To me you're so warm." She pauses, searching for a comparison. It's been so many years since she's had it. "Like sopa de res, made just right."
"What's so - sopa de res made of? It's a soup, right?"
"That's right." Vaggie smiles. Charlie was picking up on Spanish, bit by bit in between her other hyperfixations, and Vaggie was very proud of her for that. "A Salvadoran beef soup - well, almost a stew. Lots of vegetables. Yuca leaves and corn ears too - I think." She'd never made it herself. She's found Latin American restaurants scattered across Pentagram City, but the owners mustn't be Salvadoran, or …

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘duet’ (posted 16/04/2025) “Verosika wakes up one morning to find Wally singing an old favourite song.” 🤘 archiveofourown.org/works/64568119

The guitar chords emanating from somewhere in their apartment brought her out of her slumber. They were familiar, but her groggy mind couldn't name the song.
Verosika wiped the sleep out of her eyes, scrubbed fingers through her bed-head hair, and got up. She chucked on a baggy t-shirt, one that went down to her upper thighs (ironically, about as far as her stage dresses usually went too) and traipsed out of the bedroom.
The strumming continued as she padded down the hall. It was joined by whistling - a familiar tune; she was sure she knew it, but her rebooting brain just couldn't place it.
Verosika paused at the entrance to the lounge; and there, sitting on the floor in nothing but his pyjama pants, eyes closed and guitar in hand, was Wally.
"She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean..."
AC/DC. She loved AC/DC. When she was a teen and Bon Scott had just arrived in Hell, Verosika had hitchhiked up to Pride to watch him perform in a bar, and it had been totally worth the grounding from her mother afterwards. The man had had such stage presence, an intoxicating laid-back confidence, and the music he sung was raunchy, raw, authentic. She'd known right then and there that she wanted to do That™, to rock the stage and rock an audience.
Fame had trapped her on a treadmill of marketable, masturbateable pop, but Verosika had never given up that little spark of rock 'n' roll; she'd kept it safe inside, until she found the right demon to share it with. Which she had. Wally loved all sorts of music; circus tunes and commercial jingles for the most part, but he liked rock too. He had thrown himself into listening to every song she recommended; he had even learned the guitar so he could strum along with her as she warmed up or wrote new songs.
But she hadn't thought that his voice; his silly, squawky, earnest voice, would sound so fitting to acoustic rock covers.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘healer’ (posted 7/04/2025) “Loona patches up Blitzø after he gets injured on a mission.” archiveofourown.org/works/64514674

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Blitzo & Loona (Helluva Boss)
Loona (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss) Mentioned Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Injury, Mild Blood, First Aid, improvised first aid, Loona Cares About Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Blitzo is Bad at Feelings (Helluva Boss), Father-Daughter Relationship, Oneshot, Canon-typical language, Loona Needs a Hug (Helluva Boss), Blitzo Needs a Hug (Helluva Boss), questionable medical practice, do not try at home, Swearing
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Loona patches up Blitzø after he gets injured on a mission.

Blitzø - her boss, her guardian, her... *sigh* ...adoptive father - is a fucking idiot. She's known that for a long time; as long as she's been around him.
But there's a difference between being a clingy, overbearing, immature dumbass in general, and trying to hide a gaping stomach wound. He might have convinced the fatty and Millie with his strained smile and wisecracks, but there's no way Loona could miss the scent of Blitzø's blood, or the way he limps across the parking lot and slumps against the side of the van. She leaps out of the front with an urgency that almost surprises herself, first aid kit snatched from under the seat.
"You are not driving like that," she growls, ripping his buttoned-up coat off.
"Careful of the threads, Looney..." Blitzø mumbles deliriously, groaning in pain as the coat slips off his shoulders. His undershirt is sliced up, revealing a decent gash across his midsection.
Glossy black blood begins to flow freely, with the compression of his coat gone. The wounds don't look too deep or life-threatening, but clearly were in just the right place to nick more than a few blood vessels.
"It was ruined when you bought it." Loona pumps hand sanitizer on her paws then presses a clean-ish rag to Blitzø's torso before he can take offence. He yelps.
"The fuck did you get yourself into?" she asks. "Client said this should be an easy hit."
...yeah...thought so too." Blitzø grits his teeth, shuts his eyes, and hisses as she keeps the pressure on his wounds. Loona doesn't say anything, focused on the immediate task of stopping the bleeding.
When it's clear that he's not going to answer her, she growls and presses down just a little harder than might be necessary. "How did you let a basement-dwelling neckbeard get the jump on you?"
..he was really good with a katana." Blitzø groans. "
…'n also.. his basement was a fucking
maze. Like an intestine of crazy ass hallways. Heh." He cackles weakly.
"Not. Funny. Asshole." Loona doesn't need him making entrail j…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘dailies‘ (posted 15/09/2024) “Challenging myself to write a flashfic per day to get back in the groove of writing! (now just a place for me to sporadically dump unrelated sub-1K word oneshots until i run out of tags)” Includes a few crossovers archiveofourown.org/works/58953490

dailies by Kiwi8_fruito
31 Jul 2025 Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series), Marvel Cinematic Universe,
Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Doctor Who (2005) No Archive Warnings Apply, Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel, Blitzo & Loona (Helluva Boss), Octavia Goetia & Loona, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Loona & Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Keekee & Charlie Magne | Morningstar & Razzle & Vaggie, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Asmodeus I Ozzie/Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Fizzarolli & Oliver (Helluva Boss), Emily & Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Loona (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Octavia Goetia, Stolas Goetia, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Razzle (Hazbin Hotel), KeeKee (Hazbin Hotel), Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Millie (Helluva Boss), Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Asmodeus | Ozzie (Helluva Boss), Oliver (Helluva Boss), Dazzle (Hazbin Hotel), Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, Angst, Character Death, Coming Out, Trans Loona (Helluva Boss), Trans Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Fluff and Humor, Marriage Proposal, Trans Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Grief/Mourning, Crossover, Flirting, Bikinis, Blitzo is So Whipped (Helluva Boss), Insecure Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Deaf Character, Ficlet Collection, Female Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Female Stolas Goetia, Fallen Angel Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Trust Falls, Arguing, Making Up, Anniversary, Fast Food, Body Image, Embedded
Images Challenging myself to write a flashfic per day to get back in the groove of writing! (now just a
place for me to sporadically dump unrelated sub-1K word oneshots until i run out of tags)

Chapter 2: i've been you, i know you
Summary:
Loona comes out to her adoptive father.
"Just so you know," Loona ventured to mumble in the middle of breakfast, on her second day living with the imp who adopted her. "
... I'm trans."
"Yuh-huh," hummed Blitzø through a mouthful of gross spray cheese and stale cereal. He didn't sound super interested, but he didn't sound dismissive either, and that somehow made the knot in her throat go away a little. He swallowed. "You on E?"
"N-no." Loona wanted to scoff, but instead she stuttered. She wanted to hide her face in her bacon and eggs. "
...The shelter would never've paid for it."
"Not to worry Loonie," the imp beamed and reached out to pat the top of her paw comfortably, apparently forgetting that had led to the tooth marks in his knuckles yesterday. "The pharmacy I go to is good, they'll be able to suss out what you need and you won't have to sell a kidney to get it."
Loona looked, and saw a patch on his left horn where one of the white stripes was thinner, faded, worn off. She could smell paint. And through the armhole of the singlet he wore she thought she caught a glimpse of..a binder.
She relaxed. She let him rest his hand atop of her paw for a few seconds before she gently pushed it off.
"Thanks. Blitz."

Chapter 6: it was spiders
Summary:
like flies in a web.
A crossover. I.M.P. were hired to take out a superhero. Instead they found themselves caught
The probably-a-robot glowered at them, mostly because its eyes were shaped that way. "You tried to kill a kid ," it accused.
Affixed to the wall by some Terminator liquid-metal shit, Blitzø rolled his eyes. "Key word: tried. Target's still alive -" his eyes flicked over to the scruffy-haired spandex-wearer "- so no big whoop. For you at least, 'cause we don't get fuckin' paid for getting caught."
Red tin-can man jabbed a finger. "After this question time's done, you're getting soap in your mouth - "
"Bold of you to assume that's not one of my kinks."
"There is a MINOR present - "
"Mr Stark!" The kid spoke up - he really was a kid, had his voice even broken yet? Had he even hit puberty -
"It's cool, okay, I appreciate you looking out for me - but it's not like I haven't heard or seen that kinda talk before..."
"Okay, kid, we're gonna discuss that later."
"I'm seventeen!"
Blitzø cackled. "Really, squeaker? Cause ya don't sound it. Have your balls even dropped?" The spandex infant flushed - he'd hit a sore spot.
"There are many things wrong with what you just said," Mr Stark growled, pinching its forehead in a very un-robot-like way, "but we are digressing from the point that YOU, Things 1, 2, & 3, almost killed a teenager!
Intentionally!"

Chapter 7: doing stuff
Summary:
Everyone's pondering why Angel Dust and Husk are late to breakfast.
Two seats were empty at the dining table that morning.
"Where's Angel?" Vaggie huffed. "I know he likes to be fashionably late in the mornings, but this is ridiculous!"
"He's not a morning person, why are ya forcing him to be one?" Cherri snarked, mouth full.
"Discipline, my dear, is essential to self-betterment," Alastor lectured, pinching Cherri's lips shut. "I wish I could cite Husker as an example of that, but, alas, he seems to have lapsed today too. It just goes to show the futility of this endeavour-"
"Gee, the spider and the bartender, making eyes at each other for weeks, and now absent at morning roll call." Lucifer said dryly from behind a stack of freshly baked pancakes. "Wonder why that could be."
Charlie, who had been downcast just a moment ago at Alastor's disparagement and the absence of two of her friends, dropped her cutlery with a clatter and squealed. "Omigosh. OMIGOSH!!" She leaped up onto her chair and nearly knocked over her plate - and Vaggie's too. "DAD DO YOU THINK THEY'RE-?"
"Please." Alastor's smile was strained. "Do not entertain the idea of Husker engaging carnally with our resident harlot-"
"No no, Charlie, please, keep going." Lucifer had a truly wicked grin on his face. "Take it from me, I think it's more than likely that they're biz-zay up there."
Alastor's eye - the one with the monocle - twitched.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘never thought i’d get to have this’ (posted 12/01/2024) “Chaz, Millie, & Moxxie have a little cuddle time and reflection as they wait for some new arrivals to their family. A (belated) gift fic for @danidraws666.bsky.social” archiveofourown.org/works/52981030

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Millie/Moxxie/Chazwick "Chaz" Thurman Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Chazwick "Chaz" Thurman
Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Humor, Pregnancy, Polyamory, Hugs,
Intersex Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Intersex Millie (Helluva Boss), Chazwick "Chaz" Thurman Being Chazwick "Chaz" Thurman, Innuendo, Mpreg | Male
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Chaz, Millie, & Moxxie have a little cuddle time and reflection as they wait for
some new arrivals to their family.
A (belated) gift fic for DaniDrawz.

"Look at you both," Chaz beamed, his newly grown-in set of teeth twinkling in the bedroom chandelier light. "I can't believe how big you're both getting!"
"Neither can ah," Millie rolled her eyes and sighed as deeply as she could (which wasn't much, given how the growing pair of little demons inside her were squishing her lungs) but still she smiled as she rested a hand atop her very round middle. She felt as huge as she looked; but at times like these, resting amidst a nest of blankets with her loves at her side and their hands cradling her belly and their children within, the aches and pains and gripes of carrying twins seemed a lot less.
Moxxie pouted. "Hey! I'm not that big yet." He frowned, touched a hand to his own just-emerging baby bump where it pushed out against his shirt; he'd been so proud of that first outward sign that he was with child. "Am I?"
"Give it a few months, babe," Millie patted his belly soothingly, then hissed as a well-aimed kick from within her jolted her ribcage.
Chaz giggled. "Ohhhh man, that's gonna be a sight for sore eyes."
"Yes, I'm gonna be big," Moxxie groused in a most put-upon manner. "I'm gonna waddle, I won't be able to see my feet, har har har."
"Are you saying ah waddle, Moxx?"
"I - um." Moxxie flushed,
"Cause you're right. Ah do waddle." Millie grunted, shifting to get comfortable. Moxxie and Chaz both instinctively went to grab and reposition cushions - Chaz quickly, Moxxie just a bit cumbersomely. "Can't wait till ah don't."
"What is it, only a few weeks to go now?" Chaz soothed. "It'll be over in no time!"
A humph and a glare. "Easy for you to say when ya don't need ta piss every half-hour."
"Nice to know I have that to look forward to," Moxxie fussed, one hand going to his bump self-consciously. "Now, shall we get back to having a big laugh about my forthcoming third trimester?" He huffed and folded his arms, more melodramatic than usual. "No, no, I don't mind, we can make a little jest about how I'm going to be-"

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘long day, love?’ (posted 19/09/2023) “At the end of a long day running the Hotel, Vaggie needs privacy. She needs respite. She needs intimate, loving comfort from the one she loves. Good thing Charlie is there to grant her just that.” archiveofourown.org/works/50189866

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Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie
Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Pillow Talk, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Nudity, Affection, Light Petting, gently touch tiddies, gently touch butt, Tickling, they are in love your honor, Married Couple, Spooning, Breasts, Dialogue Heavy, Español | Spanish, Soft Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel), Post-
Canon, a little bit spicy, Cuddling & Snuggling,
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Summary: At the end of a long day running the Hotel, Vaggie needs privacy. She needs
respite. She needs intimate, loving comfort from the one she loves.
Good thing Charlie is there to grant her just that.

“Long day, Vaggie?” Charlie cooed, tenderly stroking Vaggie’s head.

Vaggie made a muffled noise of assent somewhere in between her girlfriend’s breasts, and Charlie giggled; partly cause it tickled and partly cause it was so very cute. Vaggie was always so very cute, so adorable; but in the sanctuary of each other’s company – and only each other’s company – when she allowed herself to let her guard down fully, she was even cuter, even more adorable.

Her girlfriend looked up with a simply precious pout, messy strands of hair curtaining her face. “You laugh,” she huffed, “but you didn’t have to deal with the dinner rush today, hon.” And she buried her head back in Charlie’s chest again.

“Oh no, what happened?” Charlie had missed dinner at the hotel tonight; after the usual busy morning of counselling sessions and various group activities, she’d had to go out on a business meeting in Gluttony on behalf of her father. Her aunt Beelzebub was always good company, and they might have had a little bit too much to catch up on in between hashing out a new inter-ring trade deal. Charlie had ended up staying for a ‘light’ dinner with the Queen Bee and her boyfriend; and by the time she’d arrived back at the hotel the revelry of the evening was winding down, courtesy of a typically cavalier Alastor, a typically indefatigable Niffty, and a simmering-more-than-usual Vaggie.

So here she was, in bed with her wife, finding out what she had missed.

“Baxter and Pentious turned their noses up at the ceviche,” came the muffled, put-upon reply. “Someone, I don’t know who, ordered a Hawaiian pizza just to prank Angel. Then…” Vaggie groaned, and burrowed her face deeper into Charlie’s cleavage. “Then there was a food fight.”

“There, there,” Charlie wove her hands further down through Vaggie’s long silver locks, and started to massage the small of her back. Vaggie kneaded at her sides in return, squeezing her love handles one at a time, left then right, left then right. Charlie had t…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘saucy victorian ankles’ (posted 21/08/2023) “Sir Pentious experiences dress code culture shock (again), courtesy of Cherri Bomb while out at the beach. (Victoria as in the 19th century era or the Australian state? The answer is yes.)” archiveofourown.org/works/49509853

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Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Cherri Bomb/Molly (Hazbin Hotel), Arackniss & Sir Pentious (Hazbin
Hotel), Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust & Molly (Hazbin
Hotel), Angel Dust & Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel) Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Molly (Hazbin Hotel), Sir Pentious (Hazbin
Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Arackniss (Hazbin Hotel),
Husk
(Hazbin Hotel) Humor, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Beach Episode, beach, Spider Siblings (Hazbin Hotel), Culture Shock, Sir Pentious is a big dork, Internalized Homophobia, Slurs, Swearing, Arackniss is DEEP in the closet, implied Arackniss/Sir Pentious, Bickering, siblings being siblings, Italiano | Italian, Thank you google translate, Dialogue Heavy, Conversations, nuu yawk accents, Bisexual Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), one (1) vine reference, one (1) Shrek reference, Australian Slang, Australian Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Good Friend Cherri Bomb (Hazbin
Hotel), Not Canon Compliant
English
Published: 2023-08-21 Words: 3,073 Chapters: 1/1 Comments:
17 Kudos: 71 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 1,025
saucy victorian ankles
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
Sormentious expertences dres code culture shock (again), courtesy of cherri (Victoria as in the 19th century era or the Australian state? The answer is
yes.)

"GOODNESSSS GRACIOUSSSS ME!"
Everybody stopped to stare at Sir Pentious.
Angel and Molly quirked identical, quizzical eyebrows at his outburst. Cherri tried to stifle her cackling behind her hand, and failed. Arackniss smacked his palm into his forehead and growled something Italian under his breath.
Husk gave the snake the most withering, attack-eyebrowed glare he could muster at ten in the morning. He had a hangover, as usual, and his ears and brain were throbbing. "Oh, fuck, what is it now?"
Pent clapped one hand over his eyes and pointed approximately in Cherri's direction with the other. "WHY isss ssshe NAKED?"
Cherri was not, in fact, naked. She was wearing a swimsuit, which is what you wear when you're at the beach. And they were at a beach, the six of them, and they were all wearing swimsuits: Pent in a goofy-ass vintage bathing costume, 'Niss and Husk in trunks, Angel in a flattering high-cut one-piece, and Cherri and Molly in bikinis.
There was nothing really that scandalous about Cherri's scarlet halter-top-&-tie-side ensemble, nor Molly's turquoise bandeau top and boy-shorts bottoms.
Unless, of course, you were straight out of the Victorian era.
Which Sir Pentious was.
"What's the matter, old man?" Cherri teased, cocking a hip and fluttering her eyelash innocently. "C'mon, you can say you like what you see, don't be shy..."
Pent peeked between his fingers, shrieked, and covered his eyes again. "A gentleman is not sssupposssed to sssee any of - of THAT -" he gestured up and down in her vague direction, presumably to encompass the cyclops's cleavage, midriff, and thighs, "- in a public sssetting!"
"Oh! Is it the ankles that bother ya?" Cherri asked, faux-innocently.
Behind her, Molly squeaked, choking back what sounded like a giggle. Angel didn't even bother trying; there was a soft thump as he dropped to the sand and began to roll about, screeching with mirth.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

🔞’mixed spices packet no. 1’ (posted 20/04/2023)🔞 [NSFW] “A set of spicy flashfics and oneshots 🌶️🌶️” including soft ‘n’ tender Huskerdust, Chaggie in heat, Chaggie’s first time, and more! archiveofourown.org/works/46622023

mixed spices packet no. 1 by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Helluva Boss (Web Series), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
27 Oct 2025 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Lute/Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford, Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Wally Wackford, Verosika Mayday, Ficlet Collection, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Foreplay, Intersex Characters, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Edging, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Subspace, Praise Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Closet Sex, Clothed Sex, Blue Balls, Enthusiastic Consent, Demon Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Lute Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Dubious
Consent, Sword Used as Sex Toy, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Body Image, MILF Verosika Mayday, Face-Sitting
A set of spicy flashfics and oneshots
Now a mix of requests and original little ideas!
-
#10: another, longer moment of heat A continuation of a moment of heat. Vaggie's pent up, and doesn't appreciate being left
unfinished by her girlfriend..
Part 5 of Kiwi's Spice Rack
Language: English Words: 8,564 Chapters: 10/? (
Comments: 42 Kudos: 33/
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Chapter 3: strawberry ripple (huskerdust)
Summary:
Husk puts his cat's tongue to very good use
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Angel had melted into the bedsheets in front of him; a puddle of luscious white-pink fur, and Husk was loving it.
"Aaaah—"
"You're fuckin' beautiful, you know that?" Husk purred, leaning forward to lick Angel's dick, slowly dragging his rough cat's tongue all the way up the shaft, and when he reached the top he licked all the way back down again. "So beautiful."
Angel balled a fist in his mouth and whimpered. Oh, it was music to Husk's ears. The sight of his boyfriend in this state, knowing that he was responsible for turning the legendary Angel Dust into a trembling, boneless, inarticulate puddle... it was headier than brandy, better than whiskey, better than wine.
"Don't let anyone tell ya otherwise," he whispered, lifting his lips for only a moment, "cause you are." He added his paws to the mix, cupping Angel's balls and rolling them between two gentle claws. If his tongue wasn't on Angel's dick, he'd make sure his claws were tickling at its base.

Chapter 4: a moment of heat (chaggie)
Summary:
Charlie's in heat. She and Vaggie make time to quickly rendezvous in a supply closet.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
"Vaggie?"
"Mmm?" Vaggie felt the gentle tap of her girlfriend's hand on her shoulder and turned, expecting the usual admission that some chaos that needed her attention was happening somewhere in the hotel. "What is it, hon?"
But Charlie's face was flushed and she was shivering feverishly, one hand itching at the front of her pants. "It's..uh.I'm having it again.. I need...ah... is there somewhere private we can go?"
Seconds later, Vaggie found herself pinned against the back wall of the nearest supply closet as she and Charlie passionately made out. The princess had barely extracted herself from her jacket, and her hips were already bucking against her lover's.
"Come on now, hon," Vaggie hummed as Charlie all but ripped open her polo, nipping at her collarbone.
"Hnnnnhh - Vaggie!" Charlie cried out, her eyes red and her pupils slits. She threw her head back, racked by another wave of heat, and sparks danced in the dusty air around them.

Chapter 6: baby, set the bed on fire (chaggie)
Summary:
Charlie and Vaggie's first time is a fiery affair... in more ways than one.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Vaggie could not believe her good fortune.
Here she was, with a princess in her room - a princess on her bed - a princess with her legs wrapped around her head, whose lips, whose clit, whose entrance were laid out just inches from her face, there for her to sup on.
And oh, she was drunk on this: this sinful cocktail of sweet wetness on her tongue; of thighs clenched on either side of her neck; and a symphony of moans and cries, cries of her name, emanating from Charlie Morningstar's open mouth.
"Vaggie-! Vaggie! Oh!"
They had known each other for less than a week. Vaggie wasn't quite sure how her saviour giving her a home and tending to her wounds had led here. How tentative conversations had turned into cuddling; how tonight, cuddling had turned into petting, then undressing, then cautious, tender exploration... and now this.
But she wasn't complaining.
Not about the hickeys, not about the fingers tearing through her bob cut, not about their mingling sweat speckling the bedsheets. She didn't even have it in her to worry about those scars on her shoulder blades.
This was divine.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

🔞’sand in our stilettos’ (posted 6/04/2023) 🔞 [NSFW] “Sallie May and Stella have some unforgettable sex on the beach...” archiveofourown.org/works/46291204

"Isn't it just marvellous to get away from it all, dahling? The commoners, the hustle and bustle, the indignity of the city?" Stella, princess of the Ars Goetia, breathed in the excellent Envy seaside air and let out a hearty sigh. She sipped her lemon vodka cocktail luxuriantly and gestured grandly out across the bay, to the shimmering indigo waters and the purple-peaked mountains in the distance. "And what a view!"
"It's alright, I guess," Sallie May shrugged, not interested in the landscape or her own whiskey highball one bit. Her attention was entirely captured by the curves and flowing lines of her lover's body as she reclined on a deckchair, and how her deep-V-neck swimsuit accentuated those curves. Particularly her chest. Damn, what a fine pair of hooters her hooter had.
"Wot?" Stella gave her companion a haughty side-eye, apparently missing where the imp's gaze was directed. "Oh, Sallie, Sallie, Sallie, I thought we'd been working on your appreciation of the finer things in this world -"
"Nah, nah, ain't nothin' to do with all that, sweetiebird. " In one smooth motion, just as fast as you'd expect a country murderess to be, Sallie stood up from where she'd been sitting, pulled Stella up from her seat, and twirled and then dipped the tall, voluptuous Goetia. She dropped her voice to a husky purr. "I just reckon there's a prettier thang on this beach than all that scenery."
Stella stared. And blushed, all the way through her feathers. Satan, Sallie loved it when she had that effect on her girlfriend.
Of course, she had to follow that up with a kiss. It was the proper thing to do, after all.

Sallie kisses her, on that beautiful Envy beach, and Stella kisses her back of course, but Sallie is leading. The imp has dipped her so low some of her perfect white crest feathers are brushing the ground; the imp is cupping the back of her head and guiding her beak against her mouth so that her tongue leads the interplay, the imp's impressive cock is straining at her swimsuit bottoms and brushing against Stella's thigh... the imp has spilt both of their expensive drinks on the lavender sand.
Oh, now, this will not do at all.
So she turns the tables.
Stella has learned a bit about the vulgar art of self-defence from her partner, who is a little distracted and off-balance at the moment - so she gives Sallie a tug and a twist and flips her onto the sand with ease, before clambering on top of her (where she deserves to be) and straddling her hips with a satisfied hum.
Sallie bites her lip, rushing to free herself from her bikini top; violet sunlight hits her elegant little breasts and turns red impish skin magenta. She reaches down with one hand and starts to slide her bottoms down her legs, her intentions as obvious as her arousal - but Stella clamps her voluptuous thighs tighter around Sallie's hips and prevents her from making any more progress undressing.
The imp whines needily, squirming between Stella's legs, and, when she realises that's futile, starts making grabby hands that pinch and tug at the edges of the Goetia's swimsuit. "C'mon, hot stuff, take it off, gimme somethin'-"
"Ah-ah," Stella tuts, almost mockingly. "Know your place, Sallie."
And then she rolls her hips forward; slowly, deliberately, so that the engorged head of Sallie's cock brushes against the lycra of her swimsuit over her crotch.
Sallie moans. And oh, that is gratifying, watching all the imp's insolence melt away at the slightest stimulation. Stella schools her expression into a satisfied smirk, schools her expression despite the tingles of pleasure shooting through her own core.
Then she r…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

[REPOST] ‘My Elon-is-mortal (or sallie may fukcing kills him)‘ (posted 1/04/2023) What it says on the tin. A homage or parody of My Immortal that says TRANS RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️ Illustration by @spamothenorth.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/46161643

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Helluva Boss (Web series), Real Person Fiction
Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss),
Violence/Sallie May (Helluva Boss)
Elon Musk, Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss),
Moxxie
(Helluva Boss)
Proma cre referenes to Me real, intentional are eling Torture, Out of Character, Why Did I Write This?, I know why I wrote this, Fuck Elon Musk, April Fools' Day, eat the rich, Canon Trans
Character, trans rights are human rights, fuck transphobes,
eat the rans hales, Tow with an
illustration!, Embedded Images
English Part 1 of L sallie may ends transphobes (parodies in the style of My
Immortal) • • Next Work →
Published: 2023-04-01 Words: 1,751 Chapters: 1/1 Comments:
Kudos: 30 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 294 My Elon-is-mortal (or sallie may fukcing
kills him)
Kiwi8_fruit6
Summary:
what it says on the tin. AN: DO NOT FLAME DIS! It's my best fanfic evah!!! Nad if you leave a bad
review you are cringe and liek NFTs which is cringe
(PARODY)

Elon Musk woz going to sleep in his bedroom at a freinds house in Laek Austin. He woz starting to dream about his electric cars and space rockets and his piles of money which is what rich people dream about, right? I seen Duck Tales. Anyway he woz starting to dream about those things when all of a sudden he hird a noise and woke up and he woz scared (noises in teh dark are always scary! a lot of them come from my mom & dad's room and i dont know what they
are) and he said "Whose there?" But there woz no answer!!! And then he saw the shape of someone in teh dark who had long ebony hair in a ponytail and a cool emo fringe that covered one of her eyes which were yellow with a black and red pupil. She woz a demon so she had red skin and she had two horns which went up out of her hair they were black and white striped. She woz wearing a black corset and a cloak and black combat boots but Elon couldn't see any of this in the dark so he asked "Who are you?" he asked while
he woz shaking in fear. "My name's Sallie May," said the demon who woz called Sallie May. She had a cuntry red neck accent and a contralto voice which is the deepest voice for women and that's really hot!!!! "And
I dont like what you've been doing round these parts, bitch boi." "I'm going to call security," said Elon while he woz piszing the bed because demons are scary and he woz scared and he knows that peepl dont like him for being rich and making
autoninmus cars that crash into pedestrians and bying twitter "Their already dead," said Sallie May, and then she held up a nife which had blood dripping of
it! And she licked the blood off the nife witch is so badass!

"Oh Moxie we were so badass and sexayyy," Milly said in a sexy voice becasue she woz turned onn. "Kiss me," she asked. "I will," said Moxie and he kissed her and there woz a lot of tongue (wotever that meanz) and they started to take some of their clothes off.
"I'm leaving," said Sallie May and she did.
KILD TE RICH
we
DID it
(illustrasion is iz by Spam-o on Blusky)

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

🔞'feelings of an almost human nature' (posted 20/03/2023)🔞 [NSFW] "This will not do. After a night spent with Sallie May and Barbie, Verosika Mayday has some thoughts and feelings to process." archiveofourown.org/works/45884254

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Multi, F/F
Helluva Boss (Web Series). arbie Wire/ Verosika Mayday, Verosika Mayday/ Sallie May, Barbie Nire/Sallie May/Verosika Mayday, Barbie Wire/Sallie May (Helluva Boss' Verosika Mayday, Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss), Sallie May (Helluva Boss) Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Verosika Mayday's Crew,
Post-Coital, Threesome - F/F/F, Pre-Poly, Feelings Realization,
Denial of Feelings, Light Angst, Pre-Relationship, Mild Smut, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canon Trans Character, Emotional Baggage, Bottom Verosika Mayday, Service Top, Literal Sleeping Together, Body Positivity, Body Worship, Body Image,
Mentioned Vortex (Helluva Boss), No Dialogue, Implied/Referenced Sex
English
_ Previous Work Part 3 of Kiwis Spice Rack Next Work =
Published: 2023-03-20 Words: 2,193 Chapters: 1/1|
Comments:
Kudos: 132 Bookmarks: 14 Hits: 2,754
feelings of an almost human nature
Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Summary:
This will not do.
After a night spent with Sallie May and Barbie, Verosika Mayday has some
thoughts and feelings to process.

Two bodies are pressed up against her, one on either side. One is familiar, the other is still new to her.
Warm red flesh gently smolders against her magenta skin. Both her bedfellows are fast asleep, with satisfied smiles on their faces and their bare chests rising and falling gently.
Verosika isn't asleep.
This should be a very comfortable position and time to doze off in - a sated ember of lust still glowing away between her legs, sandwiched between two hot impish babes who she's just spent the past couple of hours with engaged in the act of mutually fucking each other's brains out.
After that long spent in various entwined positions - clit-licking, leg-locking, thigh-straddling, back-arching, hip-humping, tied-up positions, and many more - she ought to be wiped out and well on her way to slumber by now.
But instead, Verosika is thinking. And feeling.
Feelings are bad - emotional feelings, not physical feelings. There are some very good physical sensations out there, like riding through your third orgasm of the night as a forked tongue teases at your clit and a long, thick member thrusts into you from behind. Or being ridden double cowgirl, tight red ass on your face and a pair of muscular legs gripping to and grinding on your hips with slow, sleazy purpose. Or being completely restrained and blindfolded and never knowing whether you'll get a mouthful of dick, pussy, or tits next, never knowing when it's coming, only that it's coming.
Emotions, though, emotions she should have sworn off. After the last time. Attachment leads to pain, always.
A flicker of waking up in an empty hotel room with her car and credit card and lover gone dances at the edges of her consciousness, as it always does. And she flinches from it, as she always does, craving alcohol and the intoxicating, unfeeling oblivion it brings.
But she can't get up, or even sit up, not without waking either Barbie Wire or Sallie May.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

’five hundred flashfic collection’ (posted 7/03/2023) “A collection of flashfics requested by some of my Twitter followers & moots, to celebrate my passing 500 followers!“ archiveofourown.org/works/45557377

M
five hundred flashfic collection by Kiwi8_fruit6
Helluva Boss (Web Series), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
14 Apr 2023 Major Character Death, Octavia Goetia & Imp Butler, Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Charlie Magne/Vaggie, Blitzo & Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Agent One & Agent Two (Helluva Boss), Sallie May & Millie (Helluva Boss), Stolas Gotia & Loona, Charlie Magne & Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Angel Dust & Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) & Stolas Goetia, Husk (Hazbin Hotel/Striker (Helluva Boss), Octavia Goetia & Loona, Blitzo & Octavia Goetia, Blitzo & Loona (Helluva Boss), Moxxie & Moxxie's Mother (Helluva Boss), Stella Goetia/Sallie May, Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Arackniss & Heroin (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Blitzo & Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Striker/Chazwick "Chaz" Thurman, Octavia Goetia, Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Charlie Magne, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Verosika Mayday - Character, Agent One (Helluva Boss), Agent Two (Helluva Boss), Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Loona (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Stolas Gotia's Butler, Striker (Helluva Boss), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel, Moxxie's Mother (Helluva Boss), Stella Goetia, Chaz (Helluva Boss), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Arackniss (Hazbin Hotel), Henroin (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss), Flashfic Collection, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Romance, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Dragon!Blitzo, Disguise, Humor, Bathing/Washing, Royalty, Character Death, Crushes, Conflict, argument, Horror, Mild Gore, Romantic Comedy, Just Add Kittens, Taxidermy, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Italian Mafia, Day At The Beach,
Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation A collection of flashfics requested by some of my Twitter followers & moots, to celebrate my
passing 500 followers!
Language: Er ish Words: 7,625
Chapters: 30/30 Commen…

Chapter 1: the broom closet
Summary:
For @redthespian.bsky.social, who requested Imp Butler, Octavia - Hurt + Comfort
"I don't like it when Mommy's angry," little Octavia whispered in a trembling voice when
Pringles found her hiding in the broom closet. Pringles was too young for this. She was too young for this, too, but the butler just didn't know what comfort he could possibly offer. How was a house servant supposed to soothe a frightened
child far above his social caste?
This could get them both in trouble. All he could think to do was sit next to the princess on an upturned bucket and hold her
feathery hand, while Stella's acidic rage rang through the palace.

Chapter 2: how can i make this better?
Summary:
Requested by @Violet120.bsky.social - M&M hurt/comfort and talking about Verosika. CW/I/ this chapter deals with the aftermath of Moxxie being sexually
assaulted in Spring Broken by Verosika and her posse.
It wasn't like her Moxx' to shrink from the softest touch. That was her first clue.
The puzzle came together quickly after that. "Ah'll kill them," Millie snarled, soft and dangerous, hands begging to grip her axe. "Ah'll kill
her. "Verosika Mayday was a dead succubus walking from this moment on. "I appreciate the sentiment, Millie," Moxxie said, "but it's happened. It happened," he finished
lamely, with a sigh. "They tried to rape ya, Moxx. They should pay for that." How dare they. She tore her hands through her hair, feeling desperately powerless. "How can ah help? How can ah make this
better?"
Moxxie took her hands, "Could you kiss me? Please? Just... slow and gentle?" So she did. She let him guide her hands to wherever he was most comfortable, she let him lead
as they pressed their lips together.
And she cursed herself for not being there when the love of her life had needed her.

Chapter 4: looks like meat's off the menu, boys
Summary: Requested by @sydmolga.bsky.social - Moxxie for the character, and fantasy for the
genre! "You can't hide from us, little one!" the orc guffawed, unsheathing his sword. "We smell faun blood. Think we'll have ourselves a nice chevron roast tonight, eh boys?"
His comrades cheered and jeered at that, baring yellowed fangs and nasty grins. A branch cracked. The orc sneered knowingly, and burst through the undergrowth, ready to
strike and kill... ...only to come face to face with a massive reptilian face, blotched red and white, with angry
yellow eyes and long striped horns. "On the contrary," Moxxie said smugly from the dragon's back, an arrow notched on his
elven bow. The archer let his arrow fly, and the wyvern roared and breathed its fire, and very soon the
foolish orcs were lying burnt on the forest floor or fleeing for the riverbank.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

'and they were roommates' (posted 25/12/2022) "What if Blitzø and Angel shared an apartment (and a queerplatonicrelationship) at one point?" archiveofourown.org/works/43824081

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandoms:
Helluva Boss (Web Series), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Relationships:
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel/Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Angel Dust (Hazbin
Hotel) & Blitzo (Helluva Boss)
Characters: ngel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel) - Character, Mentioned Moxxie (Helluva Boss) - Character, Mentioned Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) - Character, Fat Nuggets (Hazbin
Hotel)
Additional Tags: Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Queerplatonic Relationships, Pre-Canon, Sex Worker Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Caring Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Soft Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Friends With Benefits, Sex, Sharing a Bed,
Roommates, Coffee, Angel Dust has an Eating Disorder (Hazbin Hotel),
Mild Smut
Language:
English
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Best of the best
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Published: 2022-12-25 Words: 1,395 Chapters: 1/1 Comments:
25 Kudos: 206 Bookmarks: 45 Hits: 1,744
and they were roommates
Kiwi8_fruit6
Summary:
What if Blitzø and Angel shared an apartment at one point?

They're both late risers.
Which suits the both of them just fine. Blitzø is the boss of his own fledgling company, he can get up and show up to work whenever he damn well pleases. Angel is a creature of the night, whose working hours can run late into the earliest hours of the dawn, at the unpredictable whims of his rat bastard pimp.
So it coincides quite nicely that they both wake up well after the pentagram sun has risen over Pride's scorched urban horizon and lit up the inside of their shared apartment.
Whoever gets out of bed first (usually it's Blitzø) makes the other coffee. Angel prefers an espresso, with just enough sugar to properly offend a born-and-bred Italian mafioso. Blitzø will go for anything that's iced, but he does have a taste for something a bit nutty with caramel drizzled on top. They've come to know how they each take their coffee very well over the months they've shared their apartment together - so much so that the imp sometimes finds himself instinctively making an espresso for himself instead of an instant mocha (in which case he'll shrug, dump a few heapings more sugar and some ice cubes into the cup, and drink it anyway.)
It's Blitzø who cooks breakfast for the both of them; usually a simple, greasy fry up like eggs and bacon. He cleans his plate, Angel rarely does. Usually the sinner takes a few bites, and then either throws the rest in a plastic container "for later" or lets his pet pig lick the plate clean - a pet pig. Named Fat Nuggets, of all things, when he's clearly a 'Maple Syrup' or a
'Fencepost'.
Other times Angel doesn't eat at all. The one time Blitzø did press the question led to a fight, and a few days of bitter fuming, and then hesitant half-apologies. He doesn't raise the issue anymore, but he does wonder and he does let himself worry a bit, and the spider now posts Sinstagram pics of him with a smoothie on those days, as if to reassure or to make a point.
Regardless, breakfast happens in some way or another, and they chat…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘on a blanket with my baby is where i’ll be’ (posted 23/11/2022) “Charlie takes Vaggie out on a fun seaside date, but Vaggie might have been hoping for something a little less… busy. For Chaggie Day 2022.” Artwork by @cryptidmaxx.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/43227819

on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be by Kiwi8_fruit6
Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
04 Feb 2024 No Archive Warnings Apply, Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Razzle (Hazbin Hotel), Dazzle (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Fluff, Dating, Pre-Canon, Healthy Relationships, Communication, Misunderstandings, No Angst, Chaggie Day (Hazbin Hotel), Canon Lesbian Relationship, Day At The Beach, Cinnamon Roll Charlie Magne, Soft Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Happy Ending, Wally Wackford makes a cameo, Panic Attacks, Small amount of Spanish, Picnics, Roller Coasters, Swimming, Autistic Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Morningstar Has ADHD (Hazbin Hotel), Sensory Overload,
Illustrations, Mentioned Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Charlie takes Vaggie out on a fun seaside date, but Vaggie might have been hoping for
something a little less... busy.
For Chaggie Day 2022.
Language: English
Words: 2,909 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 32
Bookmarks: 32
Kudos: 238
Hits: 4,229

The limo pulled up to the curbside with a flamboyant screech of tires. Charlie practically - no, literally - leapt out the door before the vehicle had even stopped; Vaggie was the one who had to remember to grab their beach bags as she disembarked. Rolling her eyes fondly, she rapped her fist on the driver's side window, the all-clear for Razzle and Dazzle to pull away and find a parking space before discreetly shadowing the Princess of Hell and her girlfriend as their security detail.
Charlie had already made it to the far side of the boardwalk, bouncing from foot to foot with excitement. Her long blonde hair was untied, and backlit in the morning light it flowed and glowed like fire, licking at her marble-white skin, licking at her black crop top and crimson shorts but never singeing or scorching any aspect of her.
Oh, her girlfriend was so beautiful, so mesmerizing to behold. Vaggie couldn't help but smile a besmitten smile as she followed her closer to the railing.
"Look at it, Vaggie, look at it!" Charlie squealed, pointing at the silhouetted skyline before them.
The Los Maltido waterfront. Two hours drive from Pentagram City, a chaotic colony of boardwalks and amusement parks, hotels and casinos, restaurants and bars and brothels bordered the sandy shores of the Greater Stygian Lake. A wretched hive of scum and villainy it was, sure - just like the rest of Pride - but this wretched hive had a beach, and better food, and better things to do than dodge turf wars and get catcalled.
They'd picked today, an off-season day, to get away from the noise and hustle of the Pentagram, away from the hassle of setting up the groundwork for Charlie's dream project, away from the disapproving silence of Charlie's parents. They both agreed they needed a break, and Vaggie was also hoping for a chance to get some much-needed alone time. Aside from sharing a bedroom they hadn't gone on a proper date in weeks - too many weeks.

Art by @cryptidmaxx.bsky.social

Charlie Morningstar, in a black cropped t-shirt with an apple print, tugs Vaggie, in a blue patterned dress, along a boardwalk. Charlie looks excited, Vaggie looks worried. The sky behind them is pink-red, with darker red clouds and stars sparkling at the top.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘helluva bods’ (posted 15/11/2022) ”A collection of affirming body positive snippets from the afterlife – for @bookworm4567.bsky.social‘s Helluva Boss Body Positivity Week” archiveofourown.org/works/43078929

helluva bods by Kiwi8_fruit6 for Bookworm4567
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
15 Nov 2023 No Archive Warnings Apply, Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford, Apple/Coco (Helluva Boss), Ace/Josh (Helluva Boss), Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Verosika Mayday & Verosika Mayday's Crew, Ace & Milky (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia & Moxxie, Loona/Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Joe/Lin (Helluva Boss), Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford, Verosika Mayday's Crew, Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Sallie May (Helluva Boss), Loona (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Joe (Helluva Boss), Lin (Helluva Boss), Rayne Mayday (CyanSaoirse's OC), Fluff, Body Positivity, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Helluva Boss Body Positivity Week 2022, Pool, Body Image, Swimming, Fluff and Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, Scars, Physical Disability, Light Angst, Domestic, Permanent Injury, Injury Recovery, Bickering, Gardens & Gardening, Wrestling, Flirting, Trans Female Character, Canon Trans Character, Trans Loona (Helluva Boss), Old Married Couple, Bathing/Washing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fondling, Mom Bod/Dad Bod, Trans Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Ice Cream, Ice Cream Parlors, Plus-Size Verosika Mayday
For Bookworm's Helluva Boss Body Positivity Week 2022.
A collection of affirming body positive snippets from the afterlife.
Day 1: Chubby/Skinny
Day 2: Scars/Physical Disability
Day 4: Short/Tall
Day 5: Mom Bod/Dad Bod
Day 7: Free Day/Body Mod
Language: English Words: 9,474 Chapters: 5/5 Comments: 47
Kudos: 154
Bookmarks: 12
Hits: 4,559

Chapter 1: 'we all make the rockin' world go round' (Day 1:
Chubby/Skinny)
Summary:
Vive la variety, Verosika likes to say, and her posse sure does encompass a variety of body types these days.
For all their two decades of blissful marriage, Wally has remained a literal beanstalk of an imp.
He participates just as enthusiastically in chowing down family meals, yet apparently he's incapable of putting on a single pound.
"I say, I say, I think my brain burns through all the calories!" he likes to joke, rapping his fist on his noggin before (fittingly) getting back to doodling a new schematic on the scrap of paper next to his dinner plate.
For Verosika, it's been the opposite. Bringing her two darling children into existence has left its mark on her body, and so has indulging her long-suppressed appetite in the wake of her long and illustrious musical career. Her breasts sag (a little asymmetrically, too), her chin has doubled, her legs are dimpled, and her belly bulges out and folds over itself.
She wears all her body's new embellishments with pride. She is twice, maybe even more than twice the succubus she used to be.
And she means that in every sense of the phrase, in the best way possible.

Chapter 2: 'beneath the stains of time' (Day 2: Scars/Physical Disability)
Summary:
Years of hard and dangerous missions with I.M.P have caught up with Blitzø.
The life of an assassin takes its toll.
Because, funnily enough, his targets - humans and demons alike - don't like being killed. They tend to fight back.
Some are better at fighting back than others.
Blitzø's bones have been beaten, bruised, broken, and mended many times over. His horns have been chipped. His skin has been slashed and ripped and torn asunder and stitched itself back together again and again.
His body has even been burned, licked by the holy light of blessed weaponry - a fire hotter and more painful than regular old hellfire.
He's a demon. He's tough - tougher than most. You have to be to survive in Hell; let alone thrive or prosper.
But demonic regenerative abilities can only go so far; and the same goes for Stolas's knowledge of healing. Years and years have stripped away at his ability to bounce back from injury after injury after injury, even with the care his lover has faithfully provided all this time.

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Chapter 3: 'and all the tall-short people' (Day 4: Short/Tall)
Summary:
Some demons are tall. Some demons are short. Things sure do happen.
(This summary sucks ass.)
"How's the weather up there, tall boy?"
"Pretty good, actually," Ace smirked at Milky, looking down all 30-or-so inches of their height difference. "Hope it's not too foggy for you down there, shortstack."
"Nah," the shorter succubus shrugged and sassed right back. "Though I guess you're used to having your head in the clouds, aren'cha?"
"The less I see, the more I know," the tall incubus shot back smugly. "John Lennon said that."
"Don't try to be inspirational, we all look up to you already."
"Oh, is that how it's gonna be, Milky? Huh? That's how you want it to be?" Ace folded his arms.
Milky took a mock-pugnacious step closer. "Yeah, you wanna take this outside?"

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

🔞’is this just fantasy?’ (posted 10/11/2022) 🔞 [NSFW] “Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia is 19, and already trapped in the marriage he never wanted but never had the choice of refusing. One night, he manages to find a brief escape.” archiveofourown.org/works/42976968

is this just fantasy by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
10 Nov 2022 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Stolas Goetia, Smut, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Masturbation, Stolas Goetia Has a Cloaca, Stolas Gotia Needs a Hug, Porn with Feelings, Implied/Referenced Abuse, One-Sided Attraction, At Least At This Point, Pre-Canon, No Dialogue, comphet, Sad Stolas Goetia, Bottom Stolas Goetia, Demisexual Stolas Goetia, Song: Bohemian Rhapsody, Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Stella Goetia, Mentioned Paimon (Helluva Boss), Stolas and Blitzø are both over 18, Fantasizing, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, But Stolas doesn't know that yet : -(, Internalized Homophobia, Light Bondage, Gags,
might be more angst than smut, Pining
"Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality" - Bohemian Rhapsody, Freddie Mercury (1975) Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia is 19, and already trapped in the marriage he never wanted
but never had the choice of refusing.
One night, he manages to find a brief escape.
Part 2 of Kiwi's Spice Rack
Language: English Words: 3,101
Chapters: 1/1
Comments: 11
Bookmarks: 9
Kudos: 118
Hits: 2,163

Stolas is nineteen.
He is nineteen, and he is newly married. He and Stella live in the huge empty palace that was once his fathers - well, it technically still is, but Paimon resides elsewhere now and rarely visits, so it is effectively Stolas's palace. And really it's Stella's palace; for she has taken charge of the household, of bossing around the imp servants and hosting lavish parties and hoarding the nicest armchairs and warmest blankets for herself.
He is nineteen, and he has been married for months now, though the heir he is tasked to produce has not yet been conceived. Stella accuses him of not even trying, accuses him of making her do all the work in their brief bouts of coitus - but he is 19, and he doesn't know what to do, and he feels nothing, nothing but unpleasant and out-of-place and miserable when they attempt to perform the act.
He doesn't want this, never wanted this. This is torture, all of it - his life confined to a gilded cage, and the bars he throws himself are ribbed with spikes so that he only hurts himself in his attempts to escape.
They will not let him go.
He has only a few respites open to him, the briefest of distractions from the chokingly oppressive existence he leads. His books; his studies; the silence of the starry night; the few hours when Stella leaves him be each day.
And this.
Stolas slumps in the corner of the bathroom (his bathroom, because of course Stella has her own, larger ensuite); his eyes closed, his nightrobe untied and billowing around him, a talon tracing a tight circle around his cloaca.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

🔞’squish’ (posted 24/10/2022)🔞 [NSFW] “M&M, now older, chubbier, and greyer parents, make gentle love one night.” archiveofourown.org/works/42597381

squish by Kiwi6_fruit9 (Kiwi8_fruit6)
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
24 Oct 2022 No Archive Warnings Apply, Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Smut, Fluff and Smut, Softcore Porn, Sweet/Hot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Body Positivity, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Fondling, Sleepy Cuddles, Light Petting, Tickling, Mom Bod Millie (Helluva Boss), Dad Bod Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Late Night Conversations, Vanilla, but a good vanilla I hope, Multiple Orgasms, Belly Rubs, author doesn't know what they are doing, this is my first time writing smut AHKJHFDDFJS, Please be gentle, middle aged chubby folk deserve good loving,
facesitting
'Some more narrow-minded demons might say that Millie had (past tense) a great figure. Moxxie thinks they must be blind as a bat out of hell. Because Millie has (present tense) a
perfect figure.'
M&M, now older, chubbier, and greyer parents, make gentle love one night.
Part 1 of Kiwi's Spice Rack
Language: English
Words: 3,014 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 22 Kudos: 89
Bookmarks: 15
Hits: 2,059

Some more narrow-minded demons might say that Millie had a great figure.
Past tense 'had', with the very clear implication that they thought she'd let herself go. That they thought something about motherhood and middle age (and hence growing thicker and stouter in stature) had somehow made her "less attractive" than she had once been.
Moxxie thinks anyone saying that must be blind as a bat out of hell. Because Millie has (present tense, emphasis) a perfect figure.
She always has. Ten years ago; when she and Moxxie had been fresh-faced newlyweds yet to start a family, when her waist was trim and her abs were well-defined - she'd been perfect. Six years ago, when she'd borne their twins Nimrod and Nessarose - hell, when she'd borne Nero and Nara too; each time they had created new life and her body had blossomed with the fruits of their love, she'd been perfect.
Millie has always been perfect, however her body has evolved.
But especially right now, and especially from this angle, she is the most beautiful sight to Moxxie's eyes.
Straddling on top of him, Mille rocks backwards just a bit, her breath hitching; she lets out a breathy little moan. Moxxie lifts his head just enough to keep his tongue close to her clit, but also to preserve the view he has.
Satan, what a view. The dip of her muffin-top belly jutting out just above his face; the sway of her fuller breasts; that hint of a double chin and the way her open-mouthed expression of bliss creases her cheeks...
Perfection. She is perfect.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘i love you, but don’t touch me’ (posted 22/10/2022) “Why Loona doesn’t like being touched.” A post-Seeing Stars fic. archiveofourown.org/works/42547731

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Teen And Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Gen
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Blitzo & Loona (Helluva Boss), Octavia Goetia & Loona Loona (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Octavia Goetia
Character Study, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Light Angst,
Canon- Typical Violence, Canon-typical language, Loona Cares About Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Loona is Bad at Feelings (Helluva Boss), Caring Loona (Helluva Boss), Childhood Trauma, Past Child Abuse, Orphanage, Mentioned Stolas Goetia, Mentioned Millie (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Parent Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Caring Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Parent-Child Relationship, Not Beta Read, Written in like 24 hours, Touch Aversion, Backstory, Episode: s02e02 Seeing Stars (Helluva Boss), Non-Linear Narrative, Everyone is traumatized and can't communicate emotions for shit, Young Loona (Helluva Boss), Octavia Goetia & Loona Friendship, Family Feels, Loona is Touch-Averse (Helluva
Boss,
Loona Has Issues (Helluva Boss), Blitzo Has Issues (Helluva
Boss)
English
Hellaverse Library
Published: 2022-10-22 Words: 2,678 Chapters: 1/1 Comments:
41
Kudos: 477 Bookmarks: 81
Hits: 3,647
i love you, but don't touch me
Kiwi8_fruit6
Summary:
"Oh, her? That's just Loona. What a nightmare. Serious attitude problems. She'll be out of our hair next month when she ages out. Good riddance, if you
ask me. She'll never amount to anything much."
Why Loona doesn't like being touched.

When Loona was a pup, still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and believing that she would be adopted any day now, they'd pick her up by the scruff of the neck when she "misbehaved".
When she rolled in the dirt, when she played rough with the others (even if the others were also having fun), when she tore off stupid clothes that itched and scratched and weighed her down like waterlogged fur, when she started food fights and tried to catch a flying rasher of bacon out of midair.
She hated it. Hated the sense of total powerlessness, her control over herself taken away from her as she was hoisted to the time-out corner. The tug of rough claws on her fluffy silver coat, and the condescending voices as they told her off.
She resented the stupid grown-ups and their stupid rules. She resented that they could just take her away from her fun.
It made her want to do the things the adults didn't like more and more. Just to get back at them.
When Loona was an older pup, when her eyes had lost their youthful sparkle and her fur had become rougher and pricklier (just like her personality, she would fight with the other kids.
They would poke her, jab her, with fingers and claws and sticks and sometimes even cutlery.
They would point at her and laugh, goading little laughs. They would give her looks and pull faces, and she knew when some twerp was making fun of her even if they weren't saying it out loud.
So, she would fight them.
And she would get in trouble for it.
The grown-ups could no longer lift her by the scruff of the neck, and she had proper fangs and sharper claws now. So they would jab at her with sticks and canes and prods. If she tried to run, they would get out the catchpoles.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘the comfortable lies i tell myself’ (posted 2/10/2022) ‘The immediate aftermath of that first night together, that first declaration of a divorce. Stolas of the Ars Goetia reflects on what has just transpired between him and his new lover, and him and Stella.’ archiveofourown.org/works/42086025

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
Gen
Fandom:
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Relationship:
Blitzo/Stolas Goetia
Characters:
Stella Goetia - Character,
Additional Tags:
Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Denial, Pining, Realization,
Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2022-10-02 Words: 1,722 Chapters: 1/1
Kudos: 93 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 842
olas Gotia, Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss) - Character, Mentioned
Mentioned Octavia Goetia - Character Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Stolas Goetia Needs a Hug, Stolas Goetia is Bad at Feelings, Stella Goetia Being a Jerk,
Canon-Typical Behavior, Explicit Language, set in Season 2 Episode 1: The Circus, Stolas wants to believe, It may seem like a hopeful ending but if you know what happens in canon... it's really not, References to
Depression, Self-Esteem Issues, POV Stolas Goetia, Implied/Referenced
Comments:
the comfortable lies i tell myself
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
divorce.
The immediate aftermath of that first night together, that first declaration of a
Stolas of the Ars Goetia reflects on what has just transpired between him and
his new lover, and him and Stella.

"Sorry, I fucked your husband!"
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, STOLAS?!?"
"THAT was the sound of a FUCKING DIVORCE! Hahahahahaaaa!"
His ears were still ringing. His face still smarted.
If he had the energy to drag himself to the mirror, he wouldn't see any bruises or redness, of course he wouldn't; but he might see the imprint of her hand in the downy grey of his left cheek. A few feathers half-plucked, perhaps, scoured out of place by sharp talons - yes, he could feel precisely where each of those pinpoint stings were.
There was a lingering ache around his neck, too, and it pulsed with each trembling breath he took.
He huddled in the bathroom, between the curtains and the vanity. The palace was silent now, the sounds of smashing pottery and her demonic roars had long since faded, but still he didn't dare come out. He was rooted to the spot by... what was he feeling again? His heart was so numb he couldn't even tell.
His heart had felt numb for too many years, save for the adoration he had for his little Starfire; but this was a numbness beyond mere numbness, stifling his thoughts and chilling him to the bone.
Something in the pipes went clunk, and he flinched.
Fear, the mindkiller. Yes, that might be what he was feeling. Memories of his father came to the forefront of his mind; chastising him for showing apprehension on the way to meet his fiance for the first time, chastising him again when he first resorted to drinking absinthe straight from the bottle to dull the misery of existing.
Fresher memories, too, just hours old, of Stella calling him a coward as he shrunk from her raised hand coming down to strike-
Satan, how a part of him yearned for the sweet oblivion of hard liquor right now.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘together in perfect harmony’ (posted 28/08/2022) The collection of 7 oneshots I did for M&M Week 2022, centred on Millie and Moxxie. archiveofourown.org/works/41332110

together in perfect harmony (M&M Week 2022) by Kiwi8_fruit6
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
07 Oct 2022 No Archive Warnings Apply, Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), M&M Week 2022, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romance, First Dates, Singing, Marriage Proposal, Battle, Canon-Typical Violence, Good Significant Other Millie (Helluva Boss), Worried Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Good Significant Other Moxxie (Helluva Boss), BAMF Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera References, Chocolate, valentines day, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cute Millie/Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Minor Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Author Is Chronically Late For These Prompts, Movie Night, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Torture, Trauma, Parenthood, Communication, Angst, Waterboarding, Anniversary, Jewelry, Gift Giving, Fluff without Plot, Pregnancy,
Breakfast, Day At The Beach,
Family, Family Fluff, Dorks in Love, Dad Bod Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Pregnant Millie (Helluva Boss), Parents Millie and Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Public
Display of Affection
My fics for M&M Week 2022! Day 1: First Meeting/First Date
Day 2: Engagement/Wedding
Day 3: Chocolate/Flowers
Day 4: Musical/Movie
Day 5: Hurt/Comfort
Day 6: Ozzie's/Anniversary
Day 7: Parenthood/Free Day
Language: English Words: 13,105 Chapters: Z/7 Comments: 82 Kudos: 78
Bookmarks: 11
Hits: 2,938
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Chapter 1: retrace our steps (Day 1: First Date)
Summary:
Millie & Moxxie's first date was a flustered, but happy affair.
Now, years older and yet just as in love as ever, they relive that day.
Day 1 of M&M Week (First Meeting/First Date) All those years ago, Moxxie had asked Millie out in a quavering voice, pulling a scrappy little
bunch of wildflowers out from behind his back. He'd picked out the most symbolic blossoms he could find in the rust-tinted meadow that his new boss's van had broken down in. Lance-leaved coreopsis for her cheerful nature; fluffy daffodils for the extremely high regard he held her in; thyme for her strength; and a single
white clover as a request: think of me, think of me fondly. She'd said yes, of course. How could she not? He was adorkable, obviously crushing so hard on her and yet oblivious to her own little hints of reciprocated interest. She did not need to know what the flowers meant; that he'd made the effort not merely to impress her, but to actually,
properly court her, spoke volumes in itself.
It had been the start of something beautiful. A little more than two decades later, Millie sits in her favourite spot on their sofa, polishing her trusty axe. In the reflection of its blade, she can see her hair is just starting to grey, and her body has filled out a bit too, thanks to years of motherhood and of living the good life - but by
Lucifer she knows she can still kick some ass.

Chapter 2: now may be the only time (Day 2: Engagement)
Summary: Mid-job, mid-battle, mid-bloodbath, Moxxie finds the courage to get down on one knee. He hasn't been able to afford an engagement ring, no matter how much he's scrimped and saved... but that doesn't matter. Millie's a practical
gal, and he's got an alternative that he hopes will suffice.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Somehow, he'd never found the time to do all the things he needed to do. There'd never been time to save up for a ring. Rent was unforgiving, as usual, and their boss Blitzø was unfortunately more inclined to waste his enterprise's meagre profits on horse toys and his wardrobe than raising his employee's salaries. And even the engagement rings that had been within his limited budget all seemed to have been snapped up the second he resolved to
buy one of them. There'd never been time to talk to Millie either, whether it was an inconspicuous probing on her thoughts of marriage or trying to ask her out on a date that would end with him getting down on one knee. Never enough time in between the work they had to do, dealing with Blitzø's
many peculiarities (and that was putting it mildly), and his hellhound secretary's (daughter's?)
acidic snark. There'd never been a perfect time to gather all of his courage and commit to even a half-arsed proposal, because every time he tried, he chickened out or found an excuse to defer it to that
nebulous 'perfect time' that never came.

Chapter 3: 'cause he mixes it with love (and makes the world taste good)
Summary: Millie & Moxxie happen upon a box of chocolates on a mission, and discover
why humans are so obsessed with this candy. It was inevitable that human traditions would follow the constant flood of sinners pouring into Hell. It was also inevitable that these customs would filter into Hellborn culture too, trickling
down through each ring and circle right to the frigid wastelands of Sloth. Some, namely Christmas or Easter, were nipped in the bud quite quickly for obvious reasons - though Mammon insisted on instating a distorted consumeristic husk-of-a-holiday (nothing more than a glorified day of 'sales') around the winter solstice, superficially dedicated to
Krampus, to bank on the collective nostalgia of Sinners and the rabid greed of Hell in general. Moxxie tried to stay away from the shops and malls around that time, if he could. He wasn't fond of crowds even when they weren't stampeding single-minded hordes. Millie, well, she fared better - she took her axe with her when she went shopping, and sometimes it came back
dripping with blood. Valentine's Day had seemed like much the same as any of the other holidays that benefitted the other side. It was named for a canonized saint, even; (and a saint with a name suspiciously
similar to that very distasteful overlord of the Pentagram's porn district.) ... the patron saint of love and honey, though. That didn't sound so bad. Love and honey were
definitely things Moxxie could get behind.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 06/02/2026

‘vindictive’ (posted 02/08/2022) “Stella’s inner monologue after the confrontation on the balcony at the end of ‘The Circus’. CW/TW for mentioned physical and sexual abuse” archiveofourown.org/works/40743525

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Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Stella Goetia, Mentioned Stolas Goetia - Character,
Mentioned Blitzo
(Helluva Boss) - Character,
Mentioned Octavia Goetia - Character Internal Monologue, Dark, Angry Stella Goetia, Stella Goetia Being a Jerk, that's an understatement, can i call her a bitch?, Not Stella Goetia Friendly, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Villain Stella Goetia,
Homophobia, Speciesism, Classism, Poor Stolas,
Post-Episode: s02e01 The Circus, I had to go dark places writing this fic, self-justification,
Slurs, POV Stella Goetia, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse,
Stolas Goetia Needs a Hug, Assassination Plots), Psychopathology &
Sociopathy, Bigotry & Prejudice, Homophobic Language
English
Published: 2022-08-02 Words: 1,466 Chapters: 1/1
Comments:
17 Kudos: 157 Bookmarks: 14 Hits: 1,363
vindictive
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
Stella's inner monologue after the confrontation on the balcony at the end of
'The Circus'.
Notes: CW/TW: mentioned/referenced abuse; both emotional/psychological and
sexual

How dare he.
How fucking dare he. There were many things that her sack-of-shit husband had done over the years that Stella could curse him for. Being useless (lazy, even) in the bedroom. Being a ditzy daydreamer who didn't take his status or role seriously. Cluttering their palace with his
stupid potplants. Being too soft-hearted with their offspring. The way he acted like he was tolerating her presence at best; her gorgeous, perfectly- poised presence. For their whole fucking marriage, he'd just been 'tolerating' her! Not appreciating her, as she bloody deserved; a Goetia of the finest bloodlines prepared her whole life for ascension into the upper echelons of Hellish society. She could very well
easily say how dare he on that account. Even on their wedding day he'd looked like he was marching to his execution. Well, if that's what he expected from this bloody farce then that's what she'd give him. And she
did. When Stolas entrusted her with his botany collection, that one and only time, she let those bloody weeds wither away. Whenever he holed away in his study to read or stargaze or play drag show dress-up, she would find a way to interrupt him. Soon enough, Stella found herself hosting parties and functions befitting of their Goetial prestige, and if they squeezed Stolas's me-time and forced him to stand by and listen to
her gossip about his failings, well then that was a happy little coincidence, wasn't it?

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

‘and time can do so much’ (posted 15/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 7: Wedding/Free Day. Twenty years after they tied the knot, twenty years of happy marriage later, Verosika and Wally renew their vows.“ Illustration comm by @/ombra_lunatica archiveofourown.org/works/39016203

and time can do so much by Kiwi8_fruit6
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
27 Jun 2022
No Archive Warnings Apply, Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford, Mentioned Ace/Josh (Helluva Boss), Mentioned Loopty Goopty/Lyle Lipton, Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford, Original Helluva Boss Character(s), Verosika Mayday's Crew, Loopty Goopty, Lyle Lipton, Vortex (Helluva Boss), Mayford fankids, Fluff, Romance, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Self-Indulgent, Sweet, Post-Canon, Wedding Fluff, Well - Freeform, sorta - Freeform, Twenty Years Later, Renewal of Vows, Kissing, Body Positivity, Aging, Verosika has a mom bod, Happy Ending, the whole fic is a happy ending, everyone is happy, Married Couple, Old Married Couple, Married Life, Domestic Bliss, Talking about nothing in particular, Not Beta Read, Mayford
Week,
Illustrations
Mayford Week Day 7: Wedding/Free Day
N~N
Twenty years after they tied the knot, twenty years of happy marriage later, Verosika and Wally renew their vows.
(Title from Unchained Melody by Alex North & Hy Zaret)
Part 9 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots Part 7 of Mayford Week 2022
Language: English Words: 1,980 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 13 Kudos: 27
Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 851
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The years have changed them, no doubt. Definitely in the physical sense, at least, Verosika thinks as she steals a peak at Wally
buttoning up his shirt. After all this time, their time together, it still gives her a little giddy thrill. Wally's hairline is receding, and his moustache and goatee is in the process of going properly silver. His perpetually smiling face now sports a few wrinkles; but on the whole ageing really suits him, makes him look all the wiser and all the more mischievous. He could play the role of kindly, eccentric grandfather exceptionally well in a few year's time... if he ever stops panicking
at the merest hint of his little girl Whitney settling down. Verosika glances back at her own reflection in the vanity mirror, her hands slowly exploring her
metamorphosed form. Her platinum-blonde hair is more platinum than blonde these days, though still as long and luscious as ever. She's dodged wrinkles - she can thank her succubi genetics and a very time- consuming skincare routine for that. But twenty-odd years of hearty home cooked meals and
having three kids has noticeably altered her waistline and given her a pronounced mom bod. She said goodbye to her hourglass figure long ago and hasn't looked back - hello pudge, hello
stretch marks, hello forty-two thirty-nine fifty-six, you can see she got it all! (Whenever Wally calls her a MILF she wacks him - heh - with a pillow, and then they end up
having a pillow fight, and then more often than not end up having to lock the bedroom door.) So, yeah. They look older. But feeling older - nah, not really. Wally's taken up surfing, tapdancing, gone climbing the high mountains at the borders of Pride, dabbled in his innovations and ventures and schemes with the same keen mind as he's always had - he's as
energetic as ever, if that's any indication. And Verosika? She doesn't feel stretched so thin like she used to, balancing on the precipice of binge-drinking every other night to fill the void within. Sure, sh…

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FWMy8Q6X0AIfUds?format=jpg&name=4096x4096

art by ombra_lunatica of Verosika and Wally embracing each other

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

’beck and call’ (posted 14/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 6: Domestic/Fluff Does Verosika enjoy bossing Wally around in the last mile of her pregnancy? Yes she does. And does Wally enjoy doting on his lovely lady? Yes he does.” illustration comm by @/ombra_lunatica archiveofourown.org/works/38993583

"Wally, I'm huuuunnngry..."
"I say, I hear you, darlin'! Whaddaya fancy?"
Verosika stretches like a cat in her favourite armchair, one hand rubbing circles over her pregnant belly. "I want pickles and ice cream."
"Absolutely, love, won't be a moment!" Wally ducks into the kitchen for a minute, and returns bearing a bowl of bubblegum-pink ice cream and uncut dill pickles.
Verosika looks at the bowl and mock-pouts. "Just one scoop?" she whines melodramatically I'm eating for two, Wally, you know that."
"Ah know, love, but - but I couldn't do it." Wally moans theatrically, going down on both knees.
"One plate of - of food crime - tested my will plenty, please, darlin, believe me!"
They're both cracking up now. Verosika wipes away a tear of laughter.
"I know it's weird, Wally, I don't know why I'm craving pickles and ice cream - but I am!" She sighs and catches her breath.
"Really, love, I can get ya more if ya want - "
"Maybe later, Wally - this should be good for now." Verosika pats Wally's hand and digs in to her snack. She dips a pickle into the ice cream and chomps.
Wally turns just enough to hide a sudden twitch in his eye.

Art by twitter user @ombra_lunatica of Verosika Mayday sitting crosslegged in a chair, pregnant, eating a pickle dipped in pink ice cream. Wally Wackford stands to the right side, looking awkwardly nauseated at her craving

https://nitter.net/pic/orig/media%2FFUB1KvcX0AIBDad.jpg

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

‘summer shimmer’ (posted 13/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 5: Casual/Matching Outfits. A major heatwave hits, and Verosika & Wally sweat it out on their sofa in their underwear.” archiveofourown.org/works/38962224

Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/M
Fandom:
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Relationship:
Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford
Characters:
Verosika Mayday. Wally Wackford
Additional Tags:
Humor,
Slice of Life, Domestic,
Weather, Heatwave, clothes off too be honest, Oneshot, Mayford Week,
NonExplicit
Language:
English
Series:
Stats:
Kudos: 20 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 467
Nudity. Non-Sexual Nudity,
Hot
like seriously there is nothing sexy in this fic, just a married couple being uncomfortably hot and sticky, the A/C is broken,
Stripping, Non-sexual stripping, if it was extremely hot you'd be taking
Not Beta Read,
- Previous Work • Part 7 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots • Next Work →
- Previous Work • Part 5 of Mayford Week 2022 • Next Work →
Published: 2022-05-13 Words: 509 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4
summer shimmer
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
Mayford Week Day 5: Casual/Matching Outfits
~~ A major heatwave hits, and Verosika & Wally sweat it out on their sofa in their
underwear.

It's hot.
Damned hot.
Infernally hot.
Unbearably hot.
So hot that the aircon is just circulating hot air around the room instead of cooling it down.
Even the penthouses of Hell's rich and famous aren't immune to broken A/C.
So hot that Wally Wackford-Mayday thinks he might be melting into the couch. He's stripped out of his jacket, his bowtie and suspenders, his shirt, his pants...and he'd strip out of his sweat-stained singlet and boxers too, except it probably won't do much good. It's
that hot. He's half-sure his underthings are stuck to his skin now.
Wally groans.
To his right Verosika whines in sympathetic unison. Wally glances at his partner with as much energy his concern can muster, because even though
there's jack-shit he can actually do about the heat he doesn't like hearing her in discomfort. Well, would ya look at that, they've like two peas in a pod. She's wearing a white sports bra,
and grey underwear too. Ain't they a pair.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

‘my arms are your refuge from the world’ (posted 12/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 4: Hurt/Comfort. Wally is there for Verosika after an I.M.P. commercial triggers painful memories and emotions.” archiveofourown.org/works/38954916

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandom:
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Characters:
Additional Tags:
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Series:
Stats:
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No Archive Warnings Apply
F/M
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford,
Past Blitzo/Verosika Mayday -
Relationship
Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford, Mentioned Blitzo (Helluva Boss) -
Character Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Communication, Emotional, Wally Wackford being an excellent supportive hubby, Verosika Mayday Needs a Hug, Trauma, Emotional Baggage, Past Relationships), Talking, Hugs, Bad Jokes, Oneshot,
Mayford Week, Not Beta Read, Canon-typical language, Light Angst
English
- Previous Work • Part 6 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots • Next Work →,
- Previous Work • Part 4 of Mayford Week 2022 • Next Work →
Published: 2022-05-12 Words: 1,066 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 9
Kudos: 37 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 887
my arms are your refuge from the world
Kiwi8 fruit6
Summary:
Mayford Week Day 4: Hurt/Comfort
NNN Wally is there for Verosika after an I.M.P. commercial triggers painful
memories and emotions.

"If you want somebody gone and you don't wanna wait too long - call the Immediate
Murder Professionals!" The jingle is lusher, fuller better produced than its first incarnation. It's ornamented with orchestral flourishes, tacky yet still conveying a sense of earned grandeur. It's also playing in a
primetime slot and not the 3am TVC graveyard it was once relegated to. It's followed by a cry of anger and the smash of a remote through the flatscreen TV, then by
Verosika storming out of the living room in a flurry of hair and balled-up fists. "Verosika!" Wally calls, worried far more for his wife than for the probably-broken TV which
they can easily afford to replace. "I say, what happened, love?" He knows what triggered her. He knows her backstory with Blitzø well; Wally was there bartending on the night Blitzø showed up at Ozzies, there afterwards when Verosika's mask came off and she downed drink after drink until she crumpled onto the bar counter and
whimpered the rest of the night away. He saw how much the other imp hurt his lovely lady; hurt her enough that she's still reeling
years later. Wally tries to catch up to her in the hall, but her legs are longer than his and he hears their
bedroom door slam shut before he rounds the corner. Wally sits with his back against the door. "I'm right here, 'Rosika. I'm not gonna come in, but
I'm here, darlin'..and whenever you're ready I'll still be here-" The door opens suddenly, a pair of hands drag him through the threshold and he tumbles, finding himself in a cocoon of blankets and Verosika's body and wings. Her eyes are wet and
she's quivering with rage and hurt.
So Wally does the only thing he can - he hugs her, holds her tight.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

‘where we’ll plan our escape’ (posted 11/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 3: Fame/PDA. On vacation, Verosika and Wally just want some time to themselves. They’re having trouble getting it.” archiveofourown.org/works/38936718

where we'll plan our escape by Kiwi8_fruit6
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
11 May 2022 No Archive Warnings Apply, Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford, Vortex (Helluva Boss)/Original Characters), Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford, Vortex (Helluva Boss), Vortex's Girlfriend (Helluva Boss), Fluff, Fluff and Mush, Romance, Fluff and Humor, Day At The Beach, Holidays, Mayford Week, Public Display of Affection, interruptions, Paparazzi, Press and Tabloids, Fame, The downsides of being famous, Asshole reporter, Verosika needs a break, Protective Wally Wackford, Vortex is a good bro, Vortex's girlfriend uses they/them pronouns, Light Petting, Skinny Dipping, Implied/Referenced Sex, Drinking, Song: Escape
(The Piña Colada Song) (Rupert Holmes), Oneshot
Mayford Week Day 3: Fame/PDA
~~N On vacation, Verosika and Wally just want some time to themselves. They're having trouble
getting it.
Title from Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes
Part 5 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots Part 3 of Mayford Week 2022
Language: English Words: 1,415
Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 6 Kudos: 23
Bookmarks: 2 Hits: 543

Port Lotan is one of Envy's top getaways, and it lives up to its ring's reputation. Carnation skies frame lavender shores; the coiling river and bay glisten like amethyst in the light as yachts and
cruise liners bob with the tide. The palm trees grow with crystalline fronds of quartz. The beauty of this city is renowned, and even Leviathan von Eldrich steers his temperamental
tempests elsewhere for the sake of the tourist trade. But a blessing is always a curse in disguise, especially in Hell. And the presence of the rich and
infamous in such large numbers attracts amateur photographers like flies to honey.
"Miss Mayday? Miss Mayday?"
"Over here! This way!"
"Miss Mayday!" Bloody paparazzi. She's on vacation for a reason, and she and Wally can't get a moment of
peace just to go to the café and get some coffee. Verosika can't really make an escape until her coffee is served (at least she had the presence
of mind to order it to go); all she can do is stand and scowl and wait. Beside her, Wally looks a little overwhelmed at the attention, so she pulls him a little closer. Her
tail curls around his waist.
The cameras click and flash faster and faster, and she starts to growl. When their coffee finally arrives, she doesn't bother leaving a tip; just hightails it out of there,
pushing through the line of paparazzi and dragging Wally all the way back to their parked car.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

‘how could i dance with another’ (posted 10/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 2: Date/Dance. Dancing is an integral part of both succubi and imp cultures; but in very different ways.” archiveofourown.org/works/38916642

Dancing is an integral part of succubi culture - but in a very particular (predictable, some
might say) way. It's all about the erotica, the sensuality - yet a sensuality constrained and directed in a particular direction. Constrained by the rhythm, the regularity; hip thrusts and twerking and
gyrating and working the pole. Constrained by the classic stereotype of a succubi or incubi. It's stifling. It's another reminder to any succubi or incubi how the rest of Hell sees them. Even
those who achieve fame and renown aren't immune. For all that Verosika Mayday was a rock n' roll child, her fame came from a banal conveyer belt of carnal pop; and her leather getup and electric guitar have been gathering dust for years now. She'd have loved to duckwalk across the stage, shred her guitar strings down to threads and her pick down to dust, toss her body about with chaotic abandon - but it was sex appeal
that attracted the spotlight and it was sex appeal that was keeping it on her. Verosika could probably go through her usual set blindfolded, and not miss a beat. She resents
that. Traditional imp dancing - at least the variant from Wrath - is totally alien to her. I mean, it is a whole different species, a whole different physiology, a whole different culture - but there's
something else about it that just feels.. The dances of Wrath country imps are built on routine; but routine as a formality not a mandate. Line dancing exhibits comradeship and community. Fancy footwork is a sign of prowess; the rat-a-tat machine gun fire of boots on wooden floors; kicks, spins and flips thrown in for good measure. In all the varied routines that enough for individual flare and style
to stand out.
For better or worse.

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

‘like a river flows (surely to the sea)’ (posted 09/05/2022) “Mayford Week Day 1 (First Meeting/At Ozzie’s). After her inaugural gig at Ozzie’s, a tired Verosika bumps into a gangly bartender with the definitive country drawl. They get on quite well.” archiveofourown.org/works/38896263

Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/M
Fandom:
Helluva Boss (Web Series).
Relationship:
Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford
Characters:
Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford
Additional Tags:
Mayford Week,
Fluff, Romance, Friendship/Love,
they gotta be friends who pine for each other first
Language:
English
Series:
Part 1 of Mayford Week 2022 • Next Work →
Stats:
Kudos: 29 Bookmarks: 1
First Meetings, Late Night Conversations, Drinking & Talking, Not Beta Read, Pre-Canon,
Verosika Mayday Needs a Hug, Crush at First Sight, lowkey crush though,
- Previous Work • Part 3 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots • Next Work →,
Published: 2022-05-09 Words: 1,890 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 8
Hits: 620
like a river flows (surely to the sea)
Kiwi8_fruit6
Summary:
Mayford Week Day 1 (First Meeting/At Ozzie's)
~NN After her inaugural gig at Ozzie's, a tired Verosika bumps into a gangly
bartender with the definitive country drawl. They get on quite well.
(Title from 'Can't Help Falling In Love' by Elvis Presley)

The show was over, the audience had dispersed (to homes, to hotel rooms, to the streets, to wherever horny demons needed to go to get their rocks off). Asmodeus and his jester had retired to do who knows what (everyone knew what, it was an open secret the king of Lust and the cybernetically-enhanced comedian were in a committed something.).
The theatre at Ozzie's was now quiet, save for the murmur of the cleaners making their rounds
- and security rounding up the odd stragglers still attempting to get it on under the tables.
After a concert was always Verosika's least favourite time. The quiet. The solitude; alone with her thoughts. The crash after the adrenaline rush of validation... and oh what a high it had been tonight. Performing at Ozzie's, at the home of the king of Lust? She'd given it her all, bathed for fleeting moments in the adoration of the lascivious crowd, and Asmodeus himself had heaped praise on her as she strode off stage, sweat-bejeweled, chest puffed out and head held high.
Now the exhaustion had kicked in; the self-doubt as the memory of screams and cheers and applause retreated; the resentment of watching Ozzie and Fizzarolli cuddle in the balcony all evening. Who did they think they were kidding? It was plain as day they weren't just lusting for one another, but in love, and she hated that it made her recall the pain of the last few years.
This was when she would normally get blackout drunk, replace her spiraling train of thought with blurred false euphoria, the half-peace of dreamless sleep, and then a hangover next morning.
And thank Satan, it looked like the bar was still open. Her aching legs carried her towards it.
The bartender who popped up as she approached was...not what she expected, for an establishment like Ozzie's. Imps, sure, they ran the seven rings doing most of the mundane behind-the-scenes shit... but she'd have expected a muscular, shirtless himbo, something like the bouncer (what was his name? she hadn't thought to ask) wit…

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Kiwi’s Fic Archive @kiwi8fruit6fics.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

‘sandy snapshots’ (posted 02/05/2022) “Verosika and Wally spend some alone time on the beach, taking photos and making memories, a few weeks before the arrival of their new bundle of joy. Inspired by artwork by @danidraws666.bsky.social” archiveofourown.org/works/38754660

sandy snapshots by Kiwi8_fruit6
Helluva Boss (Web Series)
02 May 2022 No Archive Warnings Apply, Verosika Mayday/Wally Wackford, Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romance, Day At The Beach, Photography, Post- Canon, author does not know how to do pacing, author is mildly concerned they have written Verosika OOC?, anyway verosika and wally are happily married and having a baby, Wally loves his wife, Verosika loves her husband, they are in love your honor, Established Relationship, Healthy Relationships, good communication, Feel-good, Implied/Referenced
Sex, physical affection, Affection, Not Beta Read, Dorks in Love, Pregnancy, Pregnant
Verosika Verosika and Wally spend some alone time on the beach, taking photos and making
memories, a few weeks before the arrival of their new bundle of joy.
Inspired by artwork by @danidraws666
Part 2 of Kiwifruit's Mayford Oneshots
Language: English Words: 1,232 Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1,232
Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 10 Kudos: 16
Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 619

"Wally! Honey, give me something to work with!" Verosika called out. "I say, love, ya don't need to do anything to make yourself more beautiful!" Wally hollered back
across the sand, not taking his eyes off her for one second as he loaded a roll of film into the
camera. That was very true. Verosika knew she was the hottest succubi in Hell; in a crowd, on stage, sitting on this deserted beach in a far corner of Pride. Even pregnant (and feeling a bit puffy and ponderous) she was still undeniably drop-dead gorgeous in a little black bikini with her hair
done up in a wind-ruffled high ponytail.
"Flatterer," she called back, winking over her sunglasses. "You gotta tell me how to pose, Wal!
Direct me!"
"Oh now, I don't wanna overexert ya! Not when you're this far along!"
Verosika huffed. "I thought we agreed no treating me like I'm helpless, Wally!"
"I say, I'm sorry, babe!" "It's okay. I love the pampering, keep that shit coming. But I can still move around just fine!"
he did a sly little shimmy to demonstrate. "Pretty mobile in bed, aren't I?"
“Oh-ho-ho, indeed I say.."Wally blushed incandescently, and his tail lashed behind him. He
fumbled with the camera. Verosika chuckled with fond exasperation. "Later, babe. C'mon, the light's just right. Let's go,
let's go!"

Danidraws666
@DaniDraws666
17 Mar 2022 Verosika and her trophey husband getting ready for their new
bundle of Joy
#HelluvaBoss #Mayford

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