sickfic · hazbin hotel · fluff · comfort · alastor · charlie · husk · angel dust · lucifer · grumpy
The Hazbin Hotel's usual chaos is muted, replaced by a symphony of sniffles and ragged breaths. The chandelier's warm light casts long shadows across the lobby, where a thick, feverish stillness hangs in the air. At the bar, Husker's paw trembles as he polishes a glass, his flushed face betraying a temperature that's anything but fine. Angel Dust slumps on a velvet chaise, Fat Nuggets at his feet, each cough a jagged note in the quiet. Charlie is pacing near the stage, her smile too bright, her movements too slow. Vaggie hovers beside her, arms crossed, her frown deepening with every worried glance. Alastor's grin is fixed, but his eyes are glassy, and he sways slightly as he leans against the wall. Niffty dusts the same spot obsessively, her sniffles a rapid rhythm. Lucifer, curled in an…