Hells Chef (fem!Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 19

Hey there, so I'm trying something different. That's why this didn't come out 4 days ago.  Hopefully, you enjoy.

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6 years ago. On a snowy day, a boy and a girl are sitting on the porch talking about life and other things. They weren't the only people outside, about 12 kids were playing in the snow.

"Aww come on! I thought it looked cool!" The girl said she and her brother had been talking about her latest little "incident" that she had. "I mean really, I thought it was hilarious!" Her brother, unamused, rolled his eyes.

"Yes, it was so funny that grandma banned you from playing with the lighter." The girl threw her arms up, she had burned animals before. What was the problem with burning one little kitten? Their screams are funny as hell. "And before you start compelling, that one kitten almost burned the house down, you idiot."

The girl picked up some snow and threw it at his face. "Shut up! Why don't you go back to the kitchen and make some cookies!" She knew he had been watching cooking videos so he could help grandma around the house instead of him just watching her struggle. She always knew that he hated when she made a comparison of him being a stay-at-home mom or dad, mom is usually what made him mad the most.

This was always the core starting to one of their many arguments. "You shut it you flat-chested dumbass!" That was a low blow, he knew that she could be sometimes sensitive about her chest size.

"The only thing flat is your shit cooking! No, that's an insult to shit!" Another low blow, the boy took any insults to his food to heart.

"Like you could make anything better you pyromaniac freak!" They both stood up, they were about the same height but would always try to stand above the other. She was quite short for her age but had one inch on him.

"Oh yeah! At least this manic can cook a chicken you dumb fuck!"

"Oh yeah, at least chickens don't have to stuff their breasts with 17 socks!"

"Shitty cook!"

"Iron board!"

"Pillock!"

"Flat bitch!"

"YOU PIECE OF--."

"Y/n, Penelope."

They both stopped and looked over at the door where their grandmother was standing, arms cross and a disapproving look on her face. "What have I told you about arguing?" They both hung their heads in shame.