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[darkwolf989]

Hi, I hope you're having a good weekend. I was wondering if I could request a valentino One-shot where he finds out his daughter has been self harming and is depressed and how he and the other vees react? Thanks

Oh boy, has this one dredged up memories. 

For anyone who is going through this- I’ve been there. I promise you, it gets better. <3 My DM’s are open for anyone who ever needs to chat. Even if it feels like no one else in the world cares, I PROMISE I do. 

<3 Mandy 

Vox noticed it first. 

His niece, once bright and cheerful, seemingly overnight became sullen and withdrawn. Her usual routine of homework with him had changed somewhere. He couldn’t remember when she started slipping past him to do the homework in the quietness of the room. But always busy with his company, he chalked it up to being midyear and post break and didn’t press too much into it. 

He wished he had. 

Velvette saw it too. 

The change of clothing was her first clue that something wasn’t right. Her uniform shirts came in two styles- short and long sleeved. Skirts required. When reader sent the shirts down to be cleaned, Velvette noticed a hole in several. Unacceptable- no child in her life would dress like that. 

As she sat down at her computer to order a new set, she realized that she hadn’t seen a short sleeved shirt come down in awhile.  Unusual for the weather, but maybe reader was feeling a bit insecure about herself. She made a mental note to talk to her about it and pressed the order button before jumping back into her world of fashion. 

A pained expression crossed her face. She should have made that discussion a priority. 

Valentino watched his little girl start to fall apart at the start of her freshman year. He chalked it up to hormones and tried not to take her attitude shift too personally. After all, she was growing up. She had to know that she could come to them with any issues, right? He cursed himself for not paying closer attention, not talking to the others when he first noticed the change. 

Maybe then he wouldn’t be sitting next to his daughter, her head in Vox’s lap as he carefully worked to stitch her wrist closed. She was lucky, really, that Vox had pounded on her door when he did, even luckier that Vox didn’t value privacy over security. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to go that far!” 

He didn’t answer, his full attention concentrated on the movement of his fingers as they pulled together the well scarred skin. 

“Shussh, it's going to be alright,” Velvette said quietly as she stroked reader’s hair. “Let your Daddy patch you up, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.” 

Valentino swallowed as his mind flittered to the camera images. He hadn’t seen the rest of her upper body in person yet, but the image of his daughter sitting with her shirt off, cross legged on the bathroom floor, a bottle of witch hazel and cotton balls next to her- as if she had done this a thousand times before. The razor blade in her hand as she pressed it deep into her shoulder- once, twice, three times, before she moved to her wrist. Her lack of tears scared him as much as the amount of blood did. 

It was an endorphin rush. He understood it. Self harm, cutting, was a way to take away the pain. It was a distraction, a form of natural high. No different than the millions of souls addicted to what he sold. Not that it made cutting an acceptable coping mechanism, but he could at least, somehow, see the biology behind it. 

“Please don’t make me go downstairs,” she begged. “Please don’t lock me up, Daddy, Uncle Vox Auntie…”

“No one is locking you up sweetheart,” Vox said soothingly as Valentino began to wrap her wrist. 

Valentino swallowed. Could they afford to send her to a mental health facility? Sure. Was it the worst thing in the world? No. But he wasn’t willing to do that, not quite yet. Not unless a professional told him she was a suicide risk. Not unless a professional told him that is what she needed to fight this. 

“Daddy, do you hate me?” She sobbed.

His heart broke. Carefully, he pulled reader into his arms and cradled her to his chest. He pressed the palm of his hand to her ear as he held her there, safe in his hold. 

“No. I don’t. I love you, ninita.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You are my entire world.”

“Please don’t lock me up,” she repeated as she sobbed into him. 

He gently rubbed her back and looked at Velvette. Her eye caught his and she nodded, her fingers flying across the keyboard. He felt sick to his stomach as he held his child. He cursed himself again for not taking family history into account back when he first noticed the change in her. 

He knew depression ran in their family- hell, her mother had fought it all through her pregnancy on Earth before ultimately dying in childbirth. And Valentino wasn’t exactly free from the disease himself. And at the end of the day, depression was a disease. No different than a broken ankle or sprained wrist, and needed to be treated as such. There was no shame in it. There was no shame in any mental illness. He took a deep breath as he prepared to say his next words. 

“No one is going to lock you up, but this is what’s going to happen next,” he said softly. “Now that Daddy has stopped the bleeding, we’re going to go downstairs. All four of us. A doctor will be waiting there to talk to you. That’s all they’re going to do, talk. Do you understand?”

“I don’t need to talk to someone,” she began to sob again. “I don’t, I…It was an accident. Please don’t send me away.” 

The words Valentino wanted to speak caught in the back of his throat. Every part of him wanted to wrap up his daughter and hold onto her tight, to protect her from everything that caused her this pain. He looked to Vox and Vox leaned over. 

“We know sweetie, and we believe you,” he said soothingly. “We won’t let anyone take you away from us, okay? But you don’t have to suffer all this pain. The doctor will help with that, we promise. But this isn’t a negotiation.” 

“And even if the doctor does say you need to be hospitalized, it isn’t the worst thing in the world. It isn’t as scary as it sounds, I promise. I’ve been there,” Velvette added quietly. “Val, she’s waiting. Downstairs. Whenever we’re ready.”

“Val? I can carry her,” Vox said quietly as he knelt down next to them. “If you want.” 

“No, I got her,” Valentino replied as he swept her up in his arms. To his immense relief, she didn’t fight. “It gets better, mi amore,” he said softly as the four of them made their way to the elevator. “I promise. And you are never, ever going to fight this alone again. We love you. I love you.” He swallowed. “Even if you’re scared, know that I love you. And that this life doesn’t have to be riddled with overwhelming sadness and pain. I promise. I promise you it gets better.”

[darkwolf989]

I had this random thought, What about Valentino and reader who has bioluminescence? The whole moth drawn to a flame trope

If that doesn't make sense I totally get it but I think The way you write Val has the ability to make that absolutely hilarious

Hi there!

This was actually a super quick/ short write as I adventured through life today. I hope you enjoy it!

There wasn't much that caught Valentino’s eye these days. 

After all, in his line of work he had seen it all. Bigger. Smaller. Long hair. Short hair. Scars. Blue eyes, brown eyes. Big tits, small tits. At this point in his life,  bodies were nothing more than merchandise for him to sell. 

So when reader walked in the door, glowing as brightly as a flame, he had to twist his wedding band to bite back the feral scream of lust that bubbled up internally. Sure he had kinks- ones his wife regularly satisfied. But this, this feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

The overlord of lust squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as he watched her walk, taking in the beautiful glow of her skin. His fingers twisted the wedding ring faster as he tried to contain the overwhelming feeling of desire. 

“Her. 666 on eighth.” He exhaled. “Get her out of here and cancel the other walks. She’s perfect for the part.” 

And with that, Valentino stood up, strode across the studio and slammed the door- much to the confusion of his assistant. Behind the security of privacy, he dialed his wife’s number from memory. 

“Princessa? I need you, in our bed, right now. I have a new idea….message housekeeping and tell them to bring up bioluminescent paint. And a lot of it.”

[darkwolf989]

Hi, I'm a huge fan of your writing. I was wondering if I could request a one-shot of valentino's teenage daughter running away from home because she's feeling neglected with how busy the vee's always are and how they keep missing important events of hers for work. Thanks.

OMG thank you so so so much! I can't express how much I appreciate that you are a fan of my writing! It astounds me every time I get a like or a compliment that another human actually LIKES my work! It means the world to me!

The editing continues! What a weekend! Enjoy <3

I'm REALLY looking forward to not working tomorrow- happy summer y'all!

I slammed the last of my absolute favorite clothes into my duffle bag. Another game had passed, another three hours of scanning frantically through the crowds for any sign of my father- or even my Aunt Velvette or my Uncle Vox. Another night of watching, waiting for them post game, only to be met with Derek, my Dad’s favorite limo driver. 

“Your family sends their regrets,” he told me as he opened the door. “And your dad personally asked me to congratulate you on your win.” 

“Thanks,” I replied glumly as I climbed in the back. 

I laid my head against the window and wondered what could be so important that they had to miss one of the last water polo games of the year. As the miles passed, I could feel the anger growing, festering pent up emotions. Uncle Vox? His meeting was really so important he couldn’t even jump through the camera to say hi? Aunt Velvette- was her fashion show such a big deal that she couldn’t have come for even a few seconds? 

And my father…whatever it was he was so wrapped up in. I still wasn’t exactly sure what my father did for work, but I knew it involved privacy and dirty movies. And at eleven years old, I was sick of the secrecy, sick of being ignored. 

So I stalked into our empty flat and began to pack a bag. I wouldn’t need anything more than the basics. I left the gold credit card my father had given me on my night stand. I had enough cash on hand and my own personal debit card. I didn’t need his money. I didn’t need any of them. 

I shoved my watch and my cell phone under the mattress of my bed and swung open the window of my room. All the movies talked about scaling down the wall, sneaking out into the darkness of the night. But as I looked down from the very top of the V tower, I decided it was a better idea to take the elevator down. 

It was a sense of freedom as soon as I stepped outside the main entrance. The fact that no one saw me meant Vox was too busy with whatever to be watching the cameras. Far too busy to care about me. My anger continued to fester as I wandered the dark streets. The more time passed, the  more unease settled over me. Without my phone, I couldn’t access my VoxQuest GPS. Even more so than I did after the game, I felt alone. 

I turned down a side street and stepped in front of the building brightly lit up with the numbers 666. Outside, a tall shark demon in a well pressed suit leered at me. 

“Pretty thing. Need a job? We’re hiring.”

I felt his hand on my shoulder and my heart almost stopped. A job. I would need one of those but this? What was this? 

“What…kind of work are you offering?” I asked timidly.

He laughed, “oh sweetheart, you’ll be perfect. Just come inside. The boss is here, and I’m sure he’ll be thrilled with my…er…you.”

Against my better judgment, I followed him inside. Bright lights flashed, loud music blared and I cringed. Around me, scantily clad women rushed drinks around to demons dressed in suits. Waitressing. If that was the job, I could do it. 

“Just smile pretty, and the boss will eat it right up. Soon as he approves, we’ll get you out there with the rest of the girls. Don’t worry- we’ll give you everything you could ever need,” he said as he led me over to a table where a mix of practically naked demons surrounded one tall demon. I watched as his face buried itself into the demon directly next to him, either not noticing my approach or not caring. I opened my mouth to introduce myself but then I noticed it. 

The red jacket. 

I felt my stomach drop. No. It couldn’t be. Involuntarily, I took a step back as the demon shoved me forward.

“Hey boss, what do you think of this pretty little prospect? Innocent, young, but we’ve had a demand for that,” he said loudly, his fingers pressing hard into my shoulder. 

“D-daddy?” I practically whispered.

“Heh, you do learn quick dontcha?” The shark demon chuckled. “See? I found a good one.” 

The demon turned away from his make out session and I could feel myself pale. His expression changed instantly from annoyance to horror.

“Reader! What the fuck are you doing here?” Valentino hollered as he stood up, pushing aside the table and the surrounding girls. “All of you, out! NOW!.” 

He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the back of the club. Lights flashed and a steady stream of people moved quickly, exiting the building faster than I had ever seen anyone move. Behind us, the room went dark. 

I heard the door slam and I could feel myself shaking as I watched my father pace the room, screaming into his phone at who I assumed was Uncle Vox. Finally, he turned to me.

“How are you here? Why are you here?” He snarled, fury in his eyes. “You’re supposed to be at home, doing homework or…or…”

I could feel the fury rise, “or what, Dad?” I stepped closer to him and balled my fists. “Is this why you couldn’t come to my game tonight? You were too busy making out…making out with…” I could feel the tears of anger and frustration start to well up in the corners of my eyes. He really didn’t give a shit about me. 

I watched his expression change from anger to something I couldn’t name. 

“That was tonight.” He said slowly. “Your game was tonight.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah, it was tonight! And you promised, you fucking promised me you would be there and you didn’t, Dad! And neither did Aunt Velvette or Uncle Vox, none of you could make time in your busy schedules. If I’m so much of a burden to you I’ll just, I’ll just leave!” Unable to hold back anymore, I dropped my duffle bag and burst into sobbing tears.

“That’s why you were here, you were running away,” he said as he walked towards me. “Ninita, I…”

“Your point is made, Dad!” I yelled through the tears. “I don’t fucking matter!”

He pulled me to him and I buried my face into the white fluff of his jacket as I choked on each sob that escaped.

“You do matter, you are my world bebita,” he said quietly as he held me. “I…I never meant, I never thought we…I…” He swallowed and tightened his grasp around me. “Let’s get you home.”

“Why? So you can say you’re sorry and then do this all over again next week?” I choked out as I pushed away from him. 

He looked pained. “No. So we can figure out how to make sure this never happens again.” He lifted up my duffle bag and put his arms around me, guiding me out the back door to an awaiting limo. 

Too upset to care, I let him. 

In the limo he kept his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder as I tried desperately to stop crying. Part of me wanted to keep screaming, to keep yelling, to demand to know why he chose to do what he did tonight. But the other part of me, the bigger part of me, basked in every drop of the attention he was giving me. 

“Shussh, cariño, you’re going to give yourself the hiccups,” he said gently as he rubbed my back. “Slow, deep breaths. Shush. Listen to Daddy, okay? We’ll fix this. This will never happen again.” 

His words sent me into another spiraling round of tears. He kept the steady pressure on my back as I cried into him. Exhaustion swept over me, and eventually I closed my eyes. My entire face felt puffy and swollen. After what felt like forever, the limo stopped. 

“Come on little girl, Daddy’s got you,” he muttered as he lifted me into his arms.

Too tired to care, I let him snuggle me to his chest and I buried my face against him, I felt him carry me inside, and listened to the sound of the elevator ping. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. And finally…seven. 

“Is she okay?” Vox’s voice was full of panic. 

“She isn’t hurt, is she?” Velvette’s voice, equally as frantic. 

My father ignored them both and instead, carefully set me down on the couch. 

“That’s a girl, keep breathing. Keep calm. Daddy’s here. Velvette, would you be a dear and get a warm washcloth? And Vox…if you would put the tracker back on her wrist.”

“I’m fine,” I said as I pushed myself up. “I’m…”

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “No. You’re not. And you shouldn’t be. We fucked up- I fucked up. Big time.” He turned and took the washcloth from Velvette’s hand and gently pressed it against my face. 

I closed my eyes and let him fuss over me as he dabbed at my cheeks. I felt Vox slip the tracker back on my wrist, his fingers pausing just at the pulse point. After a few minutes, he released me and I blinked my eyes open and sat up. 

“Daddy, I’m fine, I’m not hurt…”

“Not physically, but we did hurt you,” Vox said quietly. 

“We fucked up,” Velvette added as she sat down next to me. “We really fucked up.”

“We let work get in the way of our family,” Valentino said as he sat on the other side of me.

I could feel the anger start to rise as I remembered the scene I had walked in on. “Work? You call being out at a bar making out with someone work?”

Both Velvette and Vox looked at Valentino with a mix of horror and disgust. Vox sighed and gave them both a glare.  

“Only that part, Valentino. Got it?” Vox grumbled. “And only because she doesn’t need that image burned into her brain. The rest is on us.” He turned his head to me. “Reader…you saw what now?”

I felt my fathers fingers under my chin as he tilted my head towards Vox. My gaze met his and his eye began to swirl.

“That’s right. Good.” Vox continued, “Reader, keep looking at me. What did you see?” 

Instant calm washed over me and I leaned my head against my father’s shoulder. 

“I…I saw my Dad…”

“Yeah, you did see your Dad…you saw your Dad working in his office, right? At one of his clubs?” 

I swallowed as the calm sank deeper. My memory felt soft, almost fuzzy. An image of my Dad, wrapped up in his red jacket, sitting behind a desk. The feel of the bouncers hand, guiding me into his back office. His anger, and the beginning of our fight.

“Baby? What did you see?” Vox asked again.

I blinked, a sick feeling sinking over my stomach. “I…I ran away. I got pulled into a club, and the guy took me to my Dad’s office. He was at his desk and…and we fought…” 

“Ah, babygirl,” Valentino muttered as he put his arm around me. “We didn’t fight so much as you…put me in my place. I’m sorry, cariño.” He kissed my forehead. “I promise I personally will never miss one of your games again. I love you, reader. You are my world.” 

“Our world. And we never meant to make you feel like anything else,” Velvette added quietly.

“Next time we fuck up, come barging into our office and yell, okay?” Vox pleaded as he moved himself closer. “The streets of hell are dangerous. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“Yell, scream, but please don’t run away again,” Valentino muttered. “It won’t happen again. We promise.” 

I buried my face in my fathers shoulder and took a deep breath as I nodded. The sense of calm that washed over me lingered as exhaustion washed over me. 

“Promise? Like really promise? I just want your…I want you,” I mumbled.

“You have us,” Valentino said soothingly. “Always.” He kissed my forehead. “Let’s get you to bed, we can talk in the morning about how we can make this up to you.”

“Play a practice round with me?” I asked as my father once again lifted me into his arms. “Go to the pool the three of us?”

“If that’s what you want, sure. We’ll do it tomorrow.” Valentino promised with a glance at the other two. 

“Tomorrow we are all yours,” Velvette added.

“Totally yours,” Vox chimed in. “Goodnight, reader.” 

I fell asleep the moment my father tucked me under the covers. Tomorrow, tomorrow we would have a family day.

[darkwolf989]

Outside The Office Part Thirty Eight

I stood on the edge of the clock tower as seconds clicked by below my feet. This was it, this was the final moment before that portal was due to open and the angels came flooding through. Our plan was simple, really. In the chaos of their entry, I would slip through, hopefully unnoticed. 

Earlier when I stretched my wings for the first time since my entry to hell, I was pleased to see the same white fluffy feathers scattered with sharp black waves. Unlike every other angel I knew, my wings were starkly different. At the time, I had been told it was a mutation, nothing to be concerned about. Now I knew the truth. They were marked by the darkness of Hell- darkness that came from my mother. 

“They really are beautiful,” Valentino had told me as I stood before the three of them. 

“A beautiful liability- something you’d do well to remember,” I answered listlessly as Velvette ran a brush over the feathers, whitening away the blackness.

“Do they bleed?” Valentino inquired. “And what do you mean by a liability?”

“Pure angels bleed gold, and if you shoot their wings at the closest point in their back you can render them instantly grounded- its a retraction point. And if you do enough damage, you’ll render them totally useless,” I answered. “I thought I covered this with you. I showed you the diagrams, and the photos.”

“It’s different seeing the real thing,” he replied calmly as he ran his hand down the base of my wings, his fingers slipping into the soft connecting point “Here?”

I tried not to flinch. It was Valentino after all, and this was nothing but a learning opportunity for him.. “yes. There.”

His finger pressed harder and I let out an involuntary yelp, jumping away from both him and Velvette as I recalled my wings. Vox watched from the side with interest. 

“Sorry,” Valentino said softly, “I didn’t realize touching it alone would cause you pain.” 

“I just told you it's a retraction point,” I grumbled as I let them back out slowly. “It’s a defense mechanism, to try and protect them. One winged angels are not exactly a thing. We lose our wings, we’re grounded. And in the military, that's basically a death sentence.”

There was quietness in the room as Velvette brushed the final paint onto my wings. I could see the wheels turning in Vox’s head and Valentino simply looked bothered. 

I swallowed in a desperate attempt to bite back the nerves. “If something happens today, just know I….” 

“Nothing will happen. So don’t be sappy,” Vox snapped. 

Valentino leaned in and kissed my cheek, “he’s right. It hasn’t even been twenty four hours since I married you- so you better come back to hell.” His voice dropped, “I have promises I need to make good on.”

“Keep the kinky shit to yourself,” Velvette said with an eye roll. “Your wings are done. Go, get out there and take your place. We’ll see each other tonight.” 

With a final kiss to Valentino, I opened the sliding glass door and stepped up onto the railing as I took my place on the balcony outside Velvette’s studio. 

“Princessa? Are you sure they work?” I could hear the panic in Valentino’s voice as it came closer. “Maybe we should…”

“Do or die!” I sang out my fathers favorite motto before jumping full force into the sky. 

The feeling of cool night air rushed under my body as I plummeted towards the ground. I didn’t have to think as my wings fluttered, bringing me back up as I hovered on the other side of the railing, inches from Valentino’s face. 

“They work, I knew they would,” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry Val- and unless they’re actually damaged, or pulled, they’ll save me inherently from any falls.” 

The look on his face didn’t boast relief. Thankfully, Vox stepped up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Go, reader. We’ve got seven minutes till midnight and we need to be in our places. Be safe- we’ll see you later,” he said pointedly. 

With his words I took off and landed my feet on the tower. Now, as the final minute clicked by I could feel the energy just on the other side, a strong pulsing. But this time, instead of the lightness I was so accustomed to, I felt nothing but darkness.

This was a different kind of army. 

The red sky ripped open, pouring golden light into hell like lava. Hundreds of thousands of angels descended and I yanked down my mask, took flight, slipping skillfully through the horde of exorcists. As I approached the portal I looked back over my shoulder as the clock bell rang one final time. 

Flashes of blue light snaked up from the ground, jolting into each and every angel as they came closer. I watched the bodies fall, their wings burnt to a crisp. Sickness washed over me. Vox. Vox was the only one who could control electricity like that. 

Pushing the thought from my mind, I did my best to ignore the scent that rose up from the ground as I slid through the portal. In the chaos, no one seemed to give me a second thought as my feet hit the ground. 

I was home. 

Or at least, what used to be my home.

[darkwolf989]

Outside the Office Part Thirty Seven

SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!

In theory things should be posted faster now <3 Enjoy and as always feedback is SO welcome!

The feeling of his nails against my skin as he tore my shirt off. My lips against his, each kiss more frantic than the next. We were rushing- we had been rushing each and every night we slept together. It was as if the feeling that this could be our last night overwhelmed us, pushed us to the edge and made us innately frantic for each other. 

His hands pressed me against the bed, one arm pinned my wrist above my head. The other traced down my body, followed by a pattern of rough kisses. A pause as his lips pressed deep into my tummy. 

“When this is over, princessa, I’m going to fuck you full of my childeren, I promise,” he growled against my skin. 

“V-val,” I whimpered as I struggled against him. “Val, we….we have so much to do before then.”

“The only thing you should be thinking about right now is the thousands of ways we can practice before that night,” he muttered sharply as his finger slipped inside of me. “Stop thinking about the battle.”

I groaned and bucked my hips against him. “Make me, Valentino.” 

I lifted my head just enough to see his grin widened. Three strokes of my clit-, and a thust of a second finger. That’s all it took to get me to come. 

“Is that a challenge, princessa?” He asked casually as he released my hands, lowering his head between my legs. 

“Yea…ah!” 

 His lips pressed themselves against my clit,his tongue teasing my now dripping wet cunt. 

“Fu-uck!” 

I heard him laugh as my full weight dropped against the bed. His mouth truly was magic. By the time he pushed himself into me, my thoughts of the battle were consigned to oblivion. 

“Fuck, Valenitno.” I could feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. “Fuck! Fuck a baby into me, god damn it. Fuck everyone else, no- wait- fuck me!” 

That elicited a laugh, a low dark rumble as his teeth pressed teasingly against my neck. His cock slid deeper into me and his hips pumped slowly at first, then faster. 

“Valentino!” I screamed came again. I dug my nails into his back. 

He groaned and laid his forehead against my shoulder as I felt his cock explode, soaking my insides with his seed. I tried to catch my breath as he let out a hard exhale. Slowly, he lifted himself from me and pulled me into his arms as we both tried to pull oxygen into our lungs. Tucked against his chest, I could hear the frantic beating of both our hearts. 

“Now that I’m your wife,” I said softly after a few minutes, “does this mean we can actually…experiment with your demonic form? See if that bite to get pregnant theory is true?”

He gave me a devious smile as his lips pressed against mine once again. 

“Not tonight, princessa. Tonight we are practicing.” 

And practice we did.

[darkwolf989]

Heyyy hope you are having a great day! Could I request a Valentino x daughter fic, where the reader had just arrived in hell and he helps her adjust? Thx

-🕯anon

HAPPY WEEKEND! The editing continues (in between adulting of course!)

Enjoy!

It was the smell she couldn’t get used to. 

The scent of rotting garbage that filled her nose every time she stepped out of the V tower- every time she stepped out from under her fathers direct protection. The clangs and clamors, yellings and beepings of car horns surrounded her. It was almost like being home…except, maybe a touch more dangerous. She turned to walk away from the red limo that sat, waiting for her. She had made it this far, after all. 

Her phone rang, adding to the noisy chaos that was the pride ring. Startled, she pulled it out of her pocket and scowled at the caller ID. Of course he knew the second she stepped out of the building. 

“Uncle Vox? What’s up?”

“You left the tower without telling us, everything okay?” Vox’s voice floated through the line. 

Reader rolled her eyes as she scanned the street. “I did tell you- this morning. I have an appointment to get my school uniform fitted, remember? Dad said I have to finish high school…there was a whole discussion…” 

“Your appointment is at noon. It's eleven and it takes ten minutes for the limo to get there. You’re too early.” 

On the other end of the line, she could hear what sounded like the ting of the elevator. Fuck. She was sure he was on his way down.

“Uncle Vox, I was going to walk to the shop. And maybe stop for a coffee on the way, I mapped my route with VoxQuest before I even walked out the door.” 

“You can’t just leave the tower whenever you please sweetheart, it’s dangerous out there. This is a much different world than you’re used to.” 

The dial tone buzzed in my ear and I turned around to see Vox walking towards me. I tried to hide my scowl. Three months. I had been in hell for three months and the lack of freedom felt like chains around me. On Earth I had the freedom to come and go throughout the world as I pleased. People feared me. No one messed with me. Partially because at the end of the day, I was a nobody- just another soul scraping my way to survive. But my arrival in hell shed light on exactly who I was- who my father was. And that made simply existing dangerous. 

My father passed when I was five. My mother before that- in childbirth, or so I was told. I didn’ have very many memories of him when he was alive- and even less so of his two best friends, Velvette and Vox. And none of my mother. All I knew of them is that when they died, they left me alone in Earth’s version of hell. 

I grew up fast, like most kids in my situation. So my early death wasn’t exactly a surprise. But what was a surprise was meeting my father within the first twenty four hours of my arrival in hell. Even more so to be thrust into a life of luxury- a stark contrast from fighting to survive. 

“Ah. Not to mention you don’t know any of the good places in town. Also does your father know you drink coffee? You’re a little young- not that I’m judging.” He continued as he tucked his arm around me. “Come along now, let me escort you if you insist on walking.”

There was a part of me that chafed at the supervision. I was almost a sophomore in high school, and I had been on my own for years. But another part of me, a bigger part of me, relaxed ever so slightly, the pounding fear in my heart, the wonder if I would survive another day melted with each passing week. 

The bell rang as we entered the coffee shop and I crossed my arms uneasily. As I studied the menu I scanned for the least expensive item. I hadn’t actually planned on buying anything. Even with the bright gold credit card I now carried in my wallet, it seemed like a waste of money- an unnecessary luxury- when the apartment never seemed to run out of coffee pods. It was more the warmth, brightness and safety of the shop that I craved. The memories of warming cold hands on hot water filled cups, scraping together pennies to save for an occasional teabag. 

“What looks good to you?” Vox asked. “Their blueberry coffee is killer.”

The uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment settled in my gut. He wouldn’t understand, even if I tried to explain it.

“Just uhm, a small black coffee,” I replied as I shifted my weight uneasily. 

He raised an eyebrow, “you take cream and sugar at home.”

“Yeah but that’s extra and I don’t want…”

He gave me an odd look but reached over and squeezed my shoulder comfortingly. “Why don’t you let me pick something for you? Go find us a spot to sit, your dad should be joining us in a few moments.”

Grateful to be free of the burden of ordering, of the anxiety I couldn’t kick that surrounded paying, I slid into a window seat and watched as the crowd passed by. A few moments later I heard the bell ring and looked up as the tall figure that was my father made his way into the room.

My memory of him alive was sparse, but in death, the man was larger than life. People moved when he walked, listened when he spoke and the fear they emitted around him was practically tangible. I watched as he scanned the room, and when his eyes met mine they practically lit up.

“Bebita, darling,” he cooed as he took the chair across from me, “Vox tells me you snuck out of the tower?”

I felt myself flush, “I’m sorry Dad I…”

“Forgot?” 

He reached across the table and took my hand in his. To my surprise he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I understand, cariño. It must be tough, going from all the freedom in the world to being locked into a cage. Let’s try to be a bit better going forward, okay? Death in this world is far more permanent than on Earth.”

“Yes, Papi,” I muttered quietly as I looked down. 

“It must be strange to you,” he continued. “It was for me, when I first entered hell. For you, it’s an even bigger change. An overnight princessa.” 

I looked up at him to meet his gaze. 

“I looked up where you lived- or at least, where they claimed you lived. The rest of my intel says you ran the streets on Earth. And at such a young age,” he continued. “So to find yourself here- thrust into the lap of luxury and comfort, no longer fighting just to put food in your tummy, that lack of adrenaline rush must leave you feeling as though something is missing.” 

“I don’t know what to do,” I blurted out. “I have everything I ever dreamed of at my disposal. And I…and I don’t know what to do with it.”

Valentino studied me. A moment later, Vox joined the table and slid a steaming cup towards me. 

“This is what I’d like to suggest,” Valentino continued, taking the proffered cup from Vox’s hands. “And what I think will help you adjust the best. Help to ease you into this new life, since what we have been doing just doesn’t seem to be helping.”

The familiar panic settled over me. Was he kicking me out? Was my lack of obedience, lack of adjustment too much for him to deal with? 

“Hey, kiddo, take a breath,” Vox said quickly with a sharp look to Valentino. “There isn’t any reason to worry.” 

“Not at all,” Valentino said with another squeeze to my hand, “I was going to suggest that when we get you fitted for your school uniform, we review the list of clubs and sports that you can partake in. I think getting you involved in something, and establishing a day to day routine will help you adjust.”

“We all have one,” Vox added as he took a sip from his mug. “A routine, I mean. And we well know those survival instincts don’t just go away overnight. Finding an alternate way to access that adrenaline will help you settle in.”

I considered as I took a sip of my coffee. Sweetness exploded on my tongue- sugar and chocolate and cream, all combined into one. It was a heavenly treat, and I almost couldn’t believe it was real. That this was real. I looked out the window for a moment.

“Bebita? Tell us, what is on your mind?” Valentino asked as he studied me, “Please. Speak.”

“I’d like to do something to help. Not everyone who ends up in hell ends up in the life I now can lead…right? There must be some way to give back, to help those who used to be in my..situation.” I said finally. 

Vox and Valentino exchanged looks. Slowly, Vox nodded.

“We can look into that, sweetheart. That could be something we do…together, if you wish?” Valentino said slowly. “It isn’t something we…I…feel comfortable letting you go out and do by yourself.”

“We could even make it a family thing,” Vox added helpfully, “get Velvette involved.”

I could feel myself start to perk up. The more hands that helped, the better, right?

“Yeah, I would appreciate that. Thanks, Dad.”

I saw him smile and I took another drink from my cup, letting the warmth spread through me. 

“We’ll get you settled in, sweetheart,” Valentino told me, “I promise.”

[darkwolf989]

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OTO Fluff- Valentino's Sick Day

Hi All,

So TECHNICALLY this isn't a part of the overarching storyline, and I couldn't quite find the right chapter to stick it in- so its a little one shot I scribbled out. While everyone is eagerly awaiting the wedding night, here is a little something to hold you over!

Enjoy <3 And thank you for your patience!

Our alarm clock went off at its usual early hour and I rolled myself over, hitting the alarm clock. I looked over to where Valentino was snuggled under a mound of blankets and reached under to shake him awake. My hand touched his skin and I frowned at the heat he gave off. Valentino had never been this warm before.

“Val?” I asked, tugging down the blankets.

He let out a shiver and slowly sat up, his face pale. I pressed my hand against his cheek, and then his forehead. He radiated heat. 

“Val, you don’t look good. Do you feel okay?”

“I’m fine love,” he said and then let out a cough and a wheezy inhale. 

“Oh no you're not,” I said firmly. “You’re sick.”

“While that may be true I have a busy day today,” he said as he stood up. He shivered as he pushed the blankets off and stood up.  “Listen, cariño. I’m going to take a shower. I need you to run downstairs to my studio. In the room with the hospital bed tell the nurse on duty to give you two banana bags and all the things to start and IV line. And take my laptop off my desk and bring it to me.”

“Val, you don’t need an IV. You need rest and fluids.” I said as firmly as I could. “Not drugs. I mean, other than a fever reducer.” 

“Don’t argue with me, bebita,” he growled. “I mean it when I said I can’t miss work today. I have big money riding on this shoot and…”

“Fine. Get in the shower then, I’ll be back.” I turned and walked out the door, grabbing a tote bag and making my way downstairs, an idea beginning to form. Valentino didn’t want to rest because he was too busy? Fine. I had been in the studio enough to fill his shoes. 

I explained to the nurse what I needed and she happily obliged. I took his laptop from his desk and made my way back to his room. I dropped the bag and walked into the bathroom. He had just stepped out of the shower, visibly shivering as he wrapped himself in his robe. I watched as he gripped the counter top to steady himself. My poor Valentino- I had never seen him like this. I dug through the drawer and came up with a thermometer, standing in front of him. 

“Stick it in your mouth. Now.” I told him firmly. “Don’t argue with me.”

He closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation but did as I ordered. As soon as I heard the beep, he removed it and handed it back to me. 

“Val! You’re running a fever. 102.4 is not okay to go into work with,” I told him firmly.

He sighed. “Princessa. I have to…”

“No you don’t. I’ll set you up here and I’ll direct for you today.”

I don’t think if I had smacked him it would have shocked him more. He stared at me in a mix of agony and horror. 

“Come on Val. Everyone there knows me. Everyone there respects me enough to do what I say, under the threat of you. I’m not the little angel I was when I first walked into the studio. I have power now. Val, please. Stay in bed and let me do this for you.” 

“Fine,” he answered horsley. “Fine. Only because I feel like I’m about to throw up. You need to be down there by ten. Go take a shower, I’m going back to bed.” 

I watched him walk out and close the door behind him. I got ready as quickly as I could, tossing my own robe on before walking out to check on him. 

To my suprise, he was propped up against the pillows, blankets piled over him,  his eyes closed. Next to him was the tote bag, its contents spread over the bed. I walked over to him and leaned over, kissing his forehead. 

“Val, you need to take something to bring down the fever, otherwise you won’t feel better.” I said, sitting next to him. “And take some of the blankets off, you’ll overheat.”

“Princessa, I am freezing. If I can get my hands to stop shaking long enough to put the IV in, I will. It has a fever reducer in it, which is why I asked specifically for a banana bag.” He said, yanking the covers back over him. 

I hesitated, “Val, I can try to put in if you can walk me through it, or I can call the nurse…”

“No one outside of us can see me like this,” he said and then broke out into a coughing fit. He closed his eyes. “Fuck my chest hurts.” 

“Walk me through it, then," I said gently. “Come on Val, you have to trust me.” 

“Never, in all my life have I ever let anyone other than myself or a trusted medical professional put a needle into my vein,” he said softly. “Fine. I guess there is a first time for everything. First things first. Go wash, and I do mean wash, your hands. And when you get back to me, glove up. I love you, but I’m not fucking around with this.”

I did as he asked and when I came back from the bathroom, I pulled on a pair of blue gloves from the box the nurse gave me. Valentino watched and gave a bit of a groan at the sound of them snapping on.

“Alright. Grab the red band and tie it just above this vein right here.” He held out his arm and pointed to a prominent blue and purple vein in the crook. “The needle is going to go into this vein, with any fucking luck.” 

I carefully picked up the rubber like band and tied it taut against his skin. He hung his arm off the side of the bed and took a deep breath. I could see him try to relax himself. 

“Trust me, Val.” I said softly. 

“I do. If I didn’t, this wouldn’t be a conversation.” He laid his arm back on the bed and with his other hand, he pressed against the purple vein. “Feel this. Don’t be scared, just touch it.” 

I reached and gently pressed against the vein with my gloved hand. 

“Feel how the vein bounces back? That’s where you want to hit. Now the rubbing alcohol packet. Clean the vein and the immediate surrounding area.”

I did as he instructed, and the antiseptic scent filled the air. 

“Alright. This is the hardest step and the easiest. You’re going to unpackage the catheter and needle- it’s all set up for you. You’re going to use your left hand to hold my arm steady- keep a gentle hold right below the vein. Needle slips into the vein at an angle. You should see blood in the catheter hub. If you don’t see that, it means you missed the vein. Once the needle is in I’ll walk you through the next part.”  Valentino exhaled slowly and gave me a soft look. 

I could see the nervousness in his eyes, as much as he wanted to trust me with this, he was struggling. His eyes on me, I gently held onto his arm with my left hand and with my right, I slid the needle into him. He hissed in pain and looked down at his arm. I watched as droplets of blood began to seep through. Relief washed over his expression.

“Good. On your first try, nonetheless. Push it in just a little bit more- about a centimeter.”

I did as he instructed. He sighed after a moment and his whole body seemed to relax.

“Alright, needle comes out. Just the needle. The blue piece. That’s right. Good. Now grab the catheter and connect it. Right, just like that. Now hand me the tubing, I’ll connect that myself. Thank you, Princessa.” He gave me a tired smile. “Now go. You have work to do and I…I need to sleep.” He closed his eyes, “just…if you have questions ask Vox..or Angel…” 

I watched as his breathing slowed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I jumped in the shower and checked him one final time before heading out to the elevator. I took a deep breath of my own as I descended into Valentino’s studio. 

“Hey, reader, where’s Val?” Angel asked when I stepped out. He stepped closer to me, almost protectively. “You know he doesn’t like it when you’re here by yourself.”

“Val had an..situation. I’m here today. I’m directing,” I said with forced cheerfulness. 

Angel looked at me blankly and burst out in laughter. “Yer kidding, right? Val wouldn’t let you do that.”

“No really, his script is right here.” I held up the manila file. “He said to call Vox if I had any questions or ask you.” 

Angel paled. “Fuck, Val. Better have been some emergency. Alright, I guess go take Val’s seat.” 

I slowly took my place in his chair and surveyed the scene. Actors scattered about, reviewing their own copies of the script. 

Angel stood next to me, his pink robe halfway off. 

“Ya gotta tell em, reader, where you want em. Just look at Val’s copy of the script.” He sauntered across the stage and placed his hands on his hips. “Hey! Listen! Val’s out, readers takein his place. Better listen to her cause if Val gets a bad report…” he paused and swallowed, “it won’t be great.”  He gave me a nod. 

“Alright, places people! Let’s take this from the top!” I said as loudly as I could.

Angel shook his head at me and his a smile. “Reader, ya gonna have to yell. Be loud.” 

“Alright! Let’s take this shit from the top!” I yelled as loudly as I could. 

“Dat’s bettar,” Angel muttered just loud enough for me to hear. He shook off his robe and sprawled his body across the bed. 

“And action!” 

Six hours later I had in my hand what very much resembled something Valentino would have created. Valentino’s imp, Darren, assured me that with a few clips, edits and highlights he would be able to hand Valentino something that was, well, in his words, incredibly impressive for a first time porn director. 

I kicked off my red high heels and peeked into Valentino’s room. He was asleep on the bed, cuddled under a mound of blankets. The IV I had put in that morning was still in his arm, but the line was disconnected. I pressed my hand to his forehead and gently pulled back the blankets. Burning up wasn’t the right descriptor- the man was on fire. 

“Val? It’s me. You have to get up, you’re really hot.” I said to him. 

“That’s nice of you to say, but I have someone.” He muttered back sleepily. “And she’s the prettiest girl in the world.” 

Fuck. 

I dialed Vox’s number as fast as I could. To his credit, he picked up on the first ring. 

“Yealo. What’s up?” 

“Val, he's sick.” I filled him in as quickly as I could. Midway through my rambling, the line went dead and Vox appeared in the room. 

I stared at him. 

“How did you…”

“I travel through the cameras, have you seriously never noticed? Alright, what has you so worked up?” 

I gestured to the bed. “Val! He’s sick or hurt or dying or…” I twisted the wedding band on my finger.

“Take a breath. Demons can’t die from disease but we do get sick. All part of the eternal punishment thing.” Vox said calmly. He walked over to Valentino and pressed a hand against him. “Oh yikes. Come on Val, get up. We gotta get you cooled down.” He looked at me, “to clarify, we can’t die but we can get seriously hurt and recovery from anything is a bitch and a half. Look, I’m going to get him into a cold shower. You go downstairs and tell the nurse on duty to read her email and send up everything on the list.”

“Don’t we need a doctor?” I asked desperately.

Vox shook his head, “nah. Not for something like this. Now go. Don’t rush but don’t take your time either.” 

I watched him hoist up Valentino as if he weighed nothing. Behind him, the bathroom door slammed shut. I turned to walk out the door as housekeeping scuttled in. Probably to change the bedding- my Dad always did that when I was sick. That and soup. An idea began to form. I stepped back inside. 

“Uhm, excuse me.” 

The imp looked at me with a bothered expression. “Yeah, Princess? Something I can help with?”

Hey, can you bring up some ingredients within the next half hour or hour? I want to make-“

“Yeah, yeah. Leave a list on the kitchen table. We’ll bring it right up,” the imp answered hastily as she began to strip the bed. 

I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a pen and paper. The recipe Dad made me after I got sick was simple. Salt, pepper, chicken stock, marjoram, Italian seasoning, fresh broccoli, onion, garlic, tiny pasta O’s. But if he felt a cold coming on or caught wind that I didn’t feel so great, he made garlic soup- garlic, potatoes, butter, olive oil, salt and pepper, dry white wine to deglaze, chicken stock, bay leaf, fresh bread to drizzle with olive oil and toast, marjoram, Parmesan cheese and fresh parsley. I felt a pang of sadness as I scribbled out the ingredients for both soups. He definitely wasn’t the best Dad, but he taught me more than I realized.

Pushing my emotions from my mind, I left the list on the table and hurried back down the elevator for the third time that day. I got the things I needed from the nurse on duty and by the time I stepped back into the apartment, everything I had asked for was on the kitchen table. 

I gave Vox the bag and he shooed me away. 

“Trust me, you’re not going to want to see Val like this anymore than you already have,” he said as his eye swirled. 

With that in mind, I set forth to the kitchen. I pulled out two large cast iron pots, preheated the oven,and set to work. Starting with the fresh ingredients, I chopped up everything I would need and sautéed in one pot the broccoli, onion, and a few cloves of garlic with salt, pepper and Italian seasoning. In the other, I sauteed two heads of garlic, onion, potato, salt, pepper and marjoram. Once the ingredients looked tender, I deglazed the garlic soup with white wine and added chicken stock. To the broccoli soup, I added a carton of chicken and two cups of water. While both simmered partially covered, I sliced up the bread and tossed it with olive oil. I spread the bread out on a parchment paper lined cookie sheet and tossed it into the oven. 

“What are you making?” Velvette’s voice came from behind me. “You never cook.”

I jumped and turned around. “Soup. My dad used to make it when I was sick or this one before we got sick and it helps I promise.” 

She gave me a smile. “Well, I mean. Can’t hurt. Vox is in with him, he’ll be out soon I’m sure.”

She perched herself up on the counter as I stirred the croutons and pulled them out of the oven. I added the pasta rings to the broccoli soup and turned down the heat. I spooned a bowl of the garlic soup, added the warm croutons and topped it with Parmesan cheese before handing the bowl and a spoon to Velvette. 

She took a bite and a grin broke across her face. “I wasn’t expecting this to be good.”

“Rude.” 

“Woah, something smells good. Whatcha making Vel?” Vox asked as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Not me this time, it’s reader. Soup. Says it will keep us from getting sick and help Valentino feel better.” Velvette answered. 

I turned around from where I was labeling the garlic soup into bowls. “Yes, and you’ll eat every bite. You can have both but really, the garlic soup is what will keep you healthy.” 

Vox grimaced. “Garlic soup? That sounds awful.” He walked over to Velvette and gave her a peck on the cheek. 

“No, it’s good actually. And you know how picky I am.” She took a spoonful and pressed it to Vox’s lips. “Open.”

He gave me a sideways glance but accepted.

“Woah, not what I was expecting. That is good. Here, hand me a bowl.” He bopped over and made himself a bowl, taking a seat at the kitchen table. 

I rolled my eyes but stirred the broccoli soup. “How’s Val?” 

Vox swallowed his bite. “I got him in a cold shower and got his internal temperature under control, and hooked up a fresh bag of fluids, anti nausea medication and a fever reducer. He should feel a little better in a few hours, but he’ll be down for probably the next day or so.” 

“I’m going to see if I can get some soup into him,” I said, spooning a small coffee mug of broccoli soup. I added cheese to the top and a little olive oil, and took two un toasted slices of bread on the side of the plate- just in case. 

“I mean, good luck with that and don’t be offended if he shoos you away. That man is a nightmare most of the time but when he’s sick, oooh boy it’s a thousand times worse.” Vox cautioned as he stood up and added more soup to his bowl. “But this is delicious. I’m trying the broccoli one next.”

“Suit yourself, I can always make more,” I replied, adding everything to a small try, along with a bottle of cold water. I made my way down the hallways to his room and pushed open the door. 

“Val?” I asked cautiously, “are you awake?”

“I am, Princessa,” Val’s voice was quiet, even for me. The tv across from the bed played softly and he was propped up against the pillows. Off to the side was an oxygen mask. A flash of fear. I hadn't realized he was that sick. 

“Princessa, you won’t hurt me. Though I caution against coming too close, I don’t want you getting sick.” He saw my gaze to the mask and he rolled his eyes, “Vox made me do a nebulizer. Helps break down the stuff in my chest. Relax, muñeca. I’m fine.” His eyes fell to the tray I carried, “what have you brought me, cariño?” 

I set the tray down on the bedside table and sat next to him on the bed. I reached and pressed my hand to his forehead. He felt cool, much cooler than he had less than an hour earlier. 

“See, Princessa? I am fine.” He said soothingly. He broke into a coughing fit and grimaced. 

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, fine. Think you can eat something?” 

He shrugged, “I’ll try. Can’t promise it will stay down though.” 

“We’ll go slow.” I said as gently as I could. I put the smallest amount of broth onto the spoon and pressed it to his lips. “Open.”

He gave me a humored smile but opened his mouth.

“Mmm. It’s delicious. I can do it myself.” he said after about five spoonfuls. “You’re going too slow.”

“No, I’m pacing you. Otherwise you’ll eat it all and get sick.” I told him firmly. “Patience. My Dad never let me gulp anything down when I was sick.”

He rolled his eyes, but a few more spoonfuls later, I proved my point. 

“Alright, no more,” he said, leaning back and closing his eyes. “I’m going to go back to sleep.” 

I kissed his forehead. “Alright, love. Be back later.” 

“Reader?” Val’s voice came softly from across the room.

I turned around, “yes?”

“I love you. Thanks for…taking care of me.”

“Always, Valentino. That's what you do when you love someone."

[darkwolf989]

hallo!!!

i was wondering if you could do a Val x daughter reader

reader is neurodivergent and has a stutter :,> basically reader goes to auntie Vel first about how they’re being bullied at school and then Vel brings it up to Uncle Vox and Val.

i hope your having a nice day!

The editing continues! Enjoy <3 I apologize for the wait and appreciate your patience!

“What the fuck do you mean, being bullied?” Valentino demanded as he took a drag from his cigarette. Confusion and disgust flooded his features. “She’s in first grade, how do they even know how to be mean at that age?” 

Velvette shrugged and took a sip of her wine as they sat around the restaurant table. 

Another Tuesday night, another meeting of the minds. This was the one night a week Valentino’s daughter, reader,  stayed late for both art and speech therapy. Usually it involved logistics planning- who would pick her up, help her with homework, where she was supposed to be each day after school. They had learned early on that early planning and visual schedules helped her manage and practice her day to day routines and activities. This time each week was critical not only for themselves, but to help reader manage her anxieties. 

Tonight though, their meeting meant something far more sinister. 

“She came to me in tears the other day. Sobbing about how kids are being mean to her because she ‘talked funny’. I told her to ignore them and tell the teacher, but she told me one of them hit her. And that the teacher did nothing. That alone is worth the school.” 

“The school is fucking useless. What do we do about it?” Valentino demanded asked as he bit back the anger in his voice. “Surely there must be something we can do.”

“Like what? Walk up to first graders and bully them back?” Velvette asked with a snort. 

“I mean, if they’re being cruel to my little girl then…” Valentino began.

“Cut the shit. We may not be able to do anything as adults but we can give our sweet reader the means to defense herself,” Velvette snapped. 

Valentino tapped his cigarette ashed into the tray and gave her a disapproving look. “We’re not teaching my daughter to throw a punch. Not that she would anyway But we can go to school and talk to them. Give us a good feel for the policies they have in place. It’s highly doubtful they’ll give us the names of the kids- but I’ll ask her. Maybe she’ll tell me.”  Valentino asked. 

“They’d give you the names if you filed the fucking paperwork like I told you,” Velvette muttered. She tuned out the rest of their chatter, her mind reeling. There was no sense in arguing with Valentino- he was reader’s dad after all. But she didn’t see the issue with at least teaching her the basics of self defense. And honestly, what Valentino didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. 

The sound of Vox’s voice pulled her back to attention.

“I’ll fit her with a small camera. Tomorrow.” Vox said definitively. “At least then we’ll have proof. And they can’t ignore proof- we have to sort of play by the rules here, Valentino. Until then, what do we do?”

“Love her, comfort her. Help her manage her anxiety and I think I have the perfect book about it for bedtime tonight.” Velvette suggested. “Sound like a plan?” 

Both boys seemed to agree. 

As soon as reader walked in the door that night, she dove into her afterschool routine. Homework with Vox, dinner at the dinner table with all three of them, bathtime with Valentino, teeth brushing, pjs and because it was Thursday- tucked into bed first by Aunt Velvette. 

“Reader? Can we talk a little bit about school before your dad comes in?” Velvette asked as she pulled the bed covers back. 

Reader nodded and climbed under the sheets. Velvette laid down next to her and she snuggled the tiny body against hers. There wasn’t much in this world that turned Velvette soft, but reader was one of them. 

“I want to teach you what to do when someone is mean to you- your daddy is coming in in a few minutes to read a book about different ways to handle it. But I want to teach you another way- a secret way that has to stay between us girls, okay?” 

To her surprise, reader sat up and looked eager. 

“L-like what Auntie?” 

And so Velvette showed her, in the quiet ten minutes she had, how to throw a punch. How to turn her wrist, aim for the nose and step into the force. 

“Don’t ever start anything, but if they put a hand on you first, turn around and deck them. Hard. And they’ll never touch you again.  But don’t tell your Dad I taught you, okay? Keep it between us girls.” 

Reader nodded happily and tucked herself back against Velvette as Valentino walked in. He took his place on the other side of the bed and Reader leaned up and nuzzled Velvette’s cheek- butterfly kisses, as she called them, before snuggling back against Valentino. 

“This book is called I said no,” Velvette heard Valentino say as she quietly closed the door and made her way to her own room. She hoped that her niece would never have to use the skills she taught her. But in her mind, it was better to have the skill and not need it, than to need it than not have it. 

But she still wasn’t surprised when she got the call from Valentino the next day. She pushed a button and the fury that was Valentino flashed on her screen. 

“Velvette! What did you do?” Valentino screamed. “I just got a fucking call from the school- Reader is in the principles office for punching someone! How the fuck does she know how to punch?”

Velvette snorted at the accusation as pride flooded through her heart. Atta girl. “Beats me, but Vox put a camera on her this morning right? So cool your jets. Is reader hurt?”

Velvette watched as he seemed to consider her point. 

“Well, no. I don’t think so,” Valentino said after the momentary pause. 

“And the other kid?”

“I…I don’t fucking know go with Vox to the school NOW. I’ll meet you there as soon as I finish the fucking paperwork.”

Velvette raised an eyebrow as Vox walked in the room. “Oh, you mean the paperwork you were supposed to finish last week?” 

“Fuck you Velvette, go and get your niece, now!” 

The screen went black and Velvette rolled her eyes. Reader wouldn’t have made the first move, she was certain of that. 

One short limo ride later, she and Vox walked into the school. They were immediately escorted to the principal's office and Velvette gritted her teeth at the scene that greeted them. Reader sat, tears streaming down her face next to a boy with a bloody nose. A female demon- probably his mother, stood behind him, glaring at reader. 

“You wanna fuck off?” Velvette snapped as she looked up. “And back the fuck off from my kid.” She reached over and lifted reader up into her arms as she continued to sob. “What happened, baby?” 

“What happened is that reader punched this young man in the face, completely unprovoked,” the principal began.

“H-h-he…” Reader began to sob. 

Velvette shushed her and gave Vox a look. 

“That’s what you say, let’s watch the footage and see what actually happened,” Vox interjected. 

The other two adults in the room seemed to freeze.

“Mr. Vox we don’t utilize cameras or any Voxtech…” the principal began. 

“You don’t, but I do,” Vox replied smoothly. 

Velvette watched both of their faces go white. Carefully, Vox reached over and unclipped the almost invisible camera from the collar of his niece's shirt. A video appeared on the wall behind them, showcasing the events of the day. Behind them, Valentino opened the door and closed it quietly. Two button presses and the truth came to light. The boy, pinching, teasing, name calling and laughing. Reader telling him to quietly leave her alone. A hit to the back and finally, reader turning around and nailing him in the face. 

“Oh good job baby girl,” Velvette whispered in reader’s ear. She felt the twitch of a smile against her shoulder as she cradled her. Good, Velvette thought, she was starting to settle. 

Vox shut the movie off and looked at the adults present. “I’m eager to see what type of punishment will come from this,” he said flatly. 

“We hold a no tolerance policy, so both the boy and reader will be suspended…”

“I think the fuck not.” Valentino’s cold voice came from across the room. 

The principal stood up, a miffed expression on his face. “Mr. Valentino. Ms. Velvette. Mr. Vox. With all due respect you don’t have a say over my school. Your jurisdiction ends at that door.” 

Valentino smirked and looked at the other V’s. He walked over to Velvette and took his daughter into his arms. He whispered something quietly in reader’s ear and a smile spread across her tear stained face. He walked her over to the principal's desk and gently nudged her.

“Go ahead bebita.”

“D-daddy s-says you’re fired!” She announced loudly before burying her face back in his neck. 

The principal's face turned deep red. “As I said you have no jurisdiction…the audacity…”

“Actually, I do,” Valentino replied as he held up a piece of paper. “As of today the V corporation owns this school, and every single one like it in the pride ring. You’re fired. And you..” he turned around to face both the mother and the child who sat frozen in horror. “Your brat of a child is expelled. Get off my property before I have you escorted out. All three of you. Now.” 

Valentino turned and walked out, gently holding his daughter as Vox and Velvette followed. 

“This would have been much less dramatic if you had filed the paperwork a week ago, like I told you to!” Velvette scolded. 

“Yeah, but that was fun- was it not?” Valentino looked down at his daughter, “did you like firing the principle my sweet ninita?” 

She nodded and he planted a kiss on her forehead as he carried her outside. “Let’s go out for lunch, my love. Calm down a little bit. And tomorrow when you go back to school, I promise no one will even think to lay a hand or speak unkindly to you.  We’ll protect you. And we always will.”

[darkwolf989]

Can I request a Valentino takes care of the reader who has the stomach flu?

Okay, this one took me forever and a day to write because I took it a bit further than you requested- I hope the length makes up for the delay!

Enjoy!

The sound of her footsteps rushing out of the room startled him awake. 

“Princessa?” He called as he turned on the bedside light. He rubbed his eyes as the dim glow illuminated the room. Where was she off to in such a hurry at two in the morning?

“Bebita?” He called softly as to not wake his sleeping roommates. He made the way down the hallway that led him from his bedroom to their shared living room. To his confusion the light was on in her bedroom and hallway. The door was wide open. Funny, she hadn’t slept in there in months. 

He walked in and the bathroom door was shut tight, letting in only a fraction of light through the gap between the door bottom and the floor, the only other inaction to where she was. 

Then he heard it, the oh too familiar sound of someone being sick.

No. No someone. His fiancée. Now it made sense. She always ran away when she was sick- he likened it almost to a wounded animal. So afraid of letting him see her in such a state. Never mind that they were hoping to have children after the wedding, never mind that they had been in this same situation time and time before. Her reaction never changed. 

“Honey, let me in,” he said softly as he knocked on the door.” 

“Go. Away. Valentin-“ he heard her voice begin before another bout of sickness cut her off. “I’ll get you sick. Go away.” 

“You and I both know I don’t care. Do we have to do this song and dance each time, bebita? Either let me in or I’ll break the lock.” He replied evenly. “You know I will.” 

He heard the shuffling of feet and the click of the door knob as it unlocked. He waited a moment for her to step away from the door before swinging it open. 

“Val, it’s the stomach bug, there is nothing you can do,” she replied shakily as she knelt over. 

“You know that’s not true,” he said as he pulled back her hair and slowly weaved it into a braid, pausing only to hold it as another wave sent her retching. “There are many things I can do to make you more comfortable.” 

She leaned back and he quickly finished the braid before getting busy. They had been together long enough that he knew what would help ease her pain. Bath towels on the floor. Ginger Ale to rinse her mouth. Water and tissues at easy access. 

As she laid down on the towel between waves, he gingerly reached over, his fingertips pausing at the hem of her shirt. To his surprise, she offered no protest as he gently tugged it up. 

“No pain here?” He asked as he gently pressed down on her belly.

Unlike every other time they had gone through this, she let out a yelp and pushed his hand away.”

 He frowned, “did that hurt?” 

“No shit, Val,” she coughed and shook her head as she sat up quickly. “I’m fucking sick.” 

He laid a cool cloth on the back of her neck as his mind ticked through how best to help her. She wouldn’t go down to the nurse unless he physically forced her. She would be furious if the nurse came up here. 

“Could be food poisoning,” he said gently as he handed her a small cup of Ginger Ale. “Will you let me start a line before your veins shrink away to nothing?” 

“I don’t care,” she mumbled. “I just want it to be over.” 

He gave her a sympathetic smile but stood up. “I’ll be back in a second. Stay here.” 

With him out of the room, she curled up into a ball as pain shot through her abdomen. Food poisoning, or maybe the stomach bug, she thought. But she wasn’t sure. She had been sick pleasantly of times, but this felt different and the sharp, stabbing pain in her lower belly had her close to tears. 

She knew she had to tell him. Or Vox. Or Velvette. Hell, she was willing to call Lucifer at this point. 

Her head buzzed as she pulled herself to her feet and stumbled back into the bedroom. The clock flashed three. Somehow an hour had passed. She shook as she wrapped a blanket around herself, cold chills swept through her body. Valentino would be back, but Vox…Vox would be awake. 

She hunched over as she made her way out to the kitchen. Vox leaned against the counter, his screen lit up when he saw her out. 

“Good morning kid! You’re up early,” Vox said cheerfully as he sipped his coffee. “Just in time, breakfast is hot.”

“Vox, I don’t feel good,” she replied. She allowed herself to sink into the couch and curled up into a ball as another wave of pain shot through her. Wordlessly, she pulled another blanket over her body as she shivered. 

“Oh, shit. You don’t look good.” He hit a button on his phone and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. “You’re running a fever. What hurts?”

“My belly, it really, really hurts. Val knows, I was sick this morning, but he left for a moment and I want him,” she pleaded. 

“I’m going to do you one better. Let’s go down and meet him in his studio. Your temp is high, kiddo. You need to see the nurse on duty. Can you walk?”

Vox watched as she shook her head and shivered again. Quickly, he shot a message to Valentino to wait where he was and they would come to him. 

“I’m going to take that as a no,” Vox said. “Come on, in my arms.” 

He didn’t wait for a response and lifted her up into his arms. He cringed as she let out a yelp of pain and cuddled against him. He hurriedly brought her to the elevator and hit the button that would bring them to Valentino’s studio. This early in the morning, the set was dark and the only light came from the room down the dark hallway. Vox felt her grip his shirt as she tried to curl her body against him. 

“Almost there sweetheart,” he muttered soothingly. “Just breathe through it.” 

His scent hit her before the feel of his coat did. A careful passing from Vox and Valentino wrapped her in his arms and carried her into the room 

“I don’t feel good,” she muttered again as Vox set her down. “Val, I really don’t feel good.” 

 “I’ll get the nurse, Val, if you want to get her into a gown.” Vox said as he pulled the curtain closed behind him. 

“Princessa, you’re burning up,” Valentino said sharply as he tugged off several layers. 

“N-no, I’m freezing. Valentino, I don’t feel well,” she replied through chattering teeth. 

“I can tell. We’ll get you checked out,” he said as he tied the back of the gown. “That’s a good girl.”

“Let me lay down, please,” she begged. “I’m scared, Val.” 

“No reason to be afraid, I’m here,” he said soothingly as he let her lay down. “Nothing will happen to you I promise. Now give me your arm, Princessa. I want to start a line.” 

She closed her eyes as the pain came in another wave. He spoke as if she could move, let alone protest against the sharp prick and the gentle feel of Valentino’s hands, Vox returned a few moments later, the nurse following behind. 

“Nurse will be right over. Oh, good- Val, you’re  already two steps head.” Vox said. 

“Val, it hurts,” she whimpered. “Please, no drugs.” 

Panic crossed Valentino’s face but to his credit, he stayed calm. Carefully, he undid the layers that covered her body and wrapped her in the gown. She flinched as the cold air hit her skin. 

“Hey. Remember I promised you a long time ago that we wouldn’t drug you or do anything to you without your consent, right?” Vox asked as he smoothed back her hair. “Not unless it was absolutely medically necessary.”

Valentino looked at Vox in confusion. Vox shook his head at him. 

“I promised. I’ll explain later,” Vox replied. 

The curtain pushed away, effectively ending the conversation. The nurse walked over to them and Vox showed her the vitals on his phone. She frowned.

“Can you lay on your back for me?” She asked. “Let me look at your belly.” 

Valentino watched in concern as his finance, the famous angel slayer, slowly uncurled. Something wasn’t right. He could sense it. The nurse pressed her hand to the lower right part of reader’s belly. 

“That fucking hurt,” she hissed and pushed away from the nurse. “Fuck. Off.” 

Valentino stepped next to her and gently laid his hand on her back as she tried to curl back up.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at the nurse. 

“I need you to lay back down for me, reader,” the nurse prompted. 

“Princessa.” Valentino’s voice was firm, but gentle. “Princessa. Let her do her job. Let her help you.” 

“Don’t touch there again,” reader hissed as she bit back tears.  “That hurts!” 

Valentino frowned. Tears were not something he saw very often. If alarm bells were not ringing before they were loud and clear now. 

“It shouldn’t,” the nurse replied neutrally. “Let’s get some medication in your system. Help with the pain. Here let me see your belly again.” 

Her eyes opened in fright, “no!”

“Princessa, don’t be difficult.” Valentino scolded lightly. “Come now, settle down.” 

“Ah, shit. No. Ouch. Fuck off.” She hissed as the nurse again touched reader’s  lower right side. “I said stop!” 

The nurse pulled away and exchanged a look with Valentino. She leaned back and snapped off her gloves. 

“Do you want to call the doctor, or shall I?” She asked. “Because with how tender her belly is she needs to be seen, now.” 

“Mm, I’ll call him. Princessa. Stay here with the nurse.”  Valentino said gently. 

“No, no, no. No surgery. No painkillers. Don’t leave me. Please, Val” she reached for Valentino and pain shot across her features.

“Just a moment, my bebita. Lay here, I won’t be gone long,” Valentino replied soothingly as he laid her back down. “I promise you, Princessa, I will only be a moment. Vox, I need to speak with you. Step out with me.” 

They stepped out and the nurse looked at her with a sly smirk. Reader winced as the nurse roughly grabbed her arm. 

“I’ll give you the good drugs if you let me,”  she offered. “Come on, not even Valentino lets his girls have the kind of high I can give you.”

Reader shook her head no, “I don’t take painkillers.”

The nurse rolled her eyes. “Can’t force you. That’s Val’s department. Guess we’ll wait for him to come back. Will you at least consent to me putting the heart monitor on you? He’s gonna be pissed if comes back and you’re not obedient.” 

“Val wouldn’t. He loves me.” Reader replied through gritted teeth. “But fine.”

She shook her head as she attached the wires to reader’s chest. 

“You think that, but he doesn’t love anyone. Don’t let your attachment to him risk your life. We need to get you a fever reducer, start you on antibiotics, and get your pain under control. It’s not good for your body to be under this much stress for so long.” 

Cold fear shot through her. No, she was wrong. So, so very wrong- she had to be. Valentino loved her, he told her so. And she wasn’t about to let someone who was so wrong about Valentino to put a needle anywhere near her body. 

“My princessa,” Valentino’s disapproving voice broke through our conversation. 

He and Vox stepped back next to the bed. Vox looked at the monitor and then to the nurse. 

“Leave us. Leave the supplies. John will be here within the next ten minutes. I want everything, and I do mean everything perfectly sterile. Understood?” Valentino commanded. 

She stood up and gave me a look. Anger? Envy? Reader couldn’t tell. The nurse huffed and walked out and tugged the curtain closed behind her. 

“Give me your arm.” Valentino said with an authority in his voice she hadn’t heard him use in a long time. 

“Val, no pain killers.” she whimpered. She extended her arm out for him as he pulled on the blue gloves. 

“You need them, you’re going to be in agony sweetheart. I promise you, it’s not the end of the world. You’ll just feel sleepy and relaxed,” he replied evenly. “But we have to get them into you.” 

“I already am.” I said through gritted teeth. “My belly hurts but I’m fine. I’m alive.” 

“Hey, remember the thing about medical necessity?” Vox asked as he sat down on the bed next to her. “This is one of those times where it’s going to eventually get to a point where your life is at risk. I know you’re in pain, I know you’re scared….”

“I’m fine! I’m, I’m what you need me to be!” Reader protested quickly. 

“You're neither sleepy, nor relaxed. And  I would ask you to take a deep breath, but I doubt you can without causing spasming pain.” Vox replied. He put his hand on my forehead. “Com’on kid, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” 

Valentino took a syringe from the tray and slowly injected the catheter. “It’s just saline but it might burn.” He gave me a soft look. “Princessa, you trust me with everything else. I need you to give me that trust here as well.” He fiddled around with the bag and attached a line. 

“I’m adding antibiotics and a fever reducer, ” He explained as he worked. “I would tell you before I gave you anything else.”

“She said you didn’t love me,” Reader spat out as another spasm of pain shot through her. She pulled away from Vox’s hand. “Ow, ow!” 

She could see the anger that pulsed in Valentino’s eyes. Vox stood up wordlessly and pushed the curtain aside. She heard his footsteps echo across the tiles and then disappear. 

“You have a diamond on your finger that proves otherwise, mi amore,” Valentino’s voice was as soft as it could be.  “And we have a wedding to plan. Don’t listen to her- she’s envious. Most of the girls in the studio are.” 

“And you were going to let her drug me?!” Reader squeaked. “Valentino!”

“Princessa, she wouldn’t hurt you. She wouldn’t dare-  not only would it be a breach of contract but my rage would be nothing compared to that consequence. So no, I’m not worried mi amore.” He pressed his lips to the top of her forehead.  “I need you to let the doctors do their job. I need you to not fight me on this. Please trust me, cariño.” 

Another wave of pain and she scrunched up as tightly as she could. The pain itself was getting worse with each moment. She knew she couldn’t hold off much longer. 

“Alright, fine. Fine Val, fine,” she conceded. “Don’t let anything happen to me, please- Val, I’m terrified.” 

“I know you are bebita, but I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He said gently as he took her arm in his hand. Slowly, he pushed the vial into the catheter and carefully watched for her reaction. 

She turned her head away as the liquid seeped into her veins. Valentino’s hand slipped under her  shoulder and gently sat her up. It took a heartbeat for the pain to erase and her mind to fog. 

“That’s my good girl,” Valentino said softly,  “Close your eyes. Rest. Doc will be here soon.”  

The next thing she knew Valentino, Vox, and Velvette were standing next to a human looking demon in blue hospital scrubs. 

“There just isn’t any way around it, her appendix has to come out. Otherwise her life is at risk.”  Reader heard the doctor say to them. “It’s either now, or she risks death.”

Somewhere, Reader felt the pain begin to creep its way up her body. For the first time since it began, the heaviness of something being wrong settled over her. Appendix? Surgery? 

“I don’t want surgery,” she tried to mumble as the fog slowly began to lift. She gasped as she felt the sharp pain start to return. “Valentino?” 

Valentino rushed over to her, concern flooding his features. She reached for him and he leaned over as he stroked her hair. 

“You shouldn’t be awake, muñeca” he said in his most soothing voice. “Don’t be afraid, mi amore. You’re going to be okay, I promise. We’ll make you all better.”

“No, what are you doing to me?” She begged. She caught a glimpse of her left hand and panic began to settle in. “Where is my ring?”

Valentino cupped her chin. “Baby. Reader. Listen to me.” He said gently as he cupped my chin. “I have your ring. It’s in the jewelry box at home. You’re sick, my love. The doctor needs to do surgery.” 

She felt him fiddle with the line and she grabbed his arm. 

“Val, I’m scared. What’s wrong with me?” She demanded. 

“You have appendicitis mi amore,” Valentino replied gently. “Three little incisions in your tummy, a few hours and you’ll be all better. Nothing to be scared of, my love. The doctor is going to put you to sleep for a little while and when you wake up, you’ll be all better, and I’ll be right here next to you, when you do, I promise.” 

She tried to push herself up but hunched as the pain shot through her. Valentino gently pushed her back down against her protests. Carefully, he pressed another vial into the catheter. 

“No, Valentino.” she begged as she tried to push his hand away. 

“Yes, Princessa.” He replied calmly. 

“No! You can’t, not without my consent,” she panicked, “you promised! Vox, you promised!” 

“I can if it’s the difference between life and death, and it is,” Valentino replied calmly. “And if it isn’t now, if that thing bursts in your belly, it will be. And I’m not willing to risk that, muñeca, are you? We have a wedding to plan.”

The tears came flooding out. “No, I’m not, but-“

“Shussh, bebita. Then no buts,” Valentino gently smoothed back her hair. “ I’m going to give you another something strong, and when you wake up you’ll be all better.” 

She felt the cold liquid seep into her veins and as soon as the drugs hit, her world went black. 

The next thing she knew there was a doctor standing, talking to Valentino. In her drug induced haze, she couldn’t make out what they were saying, nor could she move my body. She closed her eyes. Tired, tired was all she felt.  

When she woke up again, she was tucked comfortably into a hospital bed. Unlike where she was when she first arrived,  the room was separate- private, with no one else around. She tried to swallow and she winced at the soreness in her throat.  She felt a tinge of ache in her belly. 

“Princessa. You’re awake.” Valentino asked as he leaned over and smoothed back her hair. “You did so good, babydoll. Doctor took the whole thing out, you’re going to be okay little one.” 

She opened my mouth to talk but he shook his head as he continued to stroke her hair. “Quiet love. They put a tube down your throat to protect your airway when they put you under. Your throat will be sore, but that should go away soon.” His expression softened. “I promise you, I’ll be here throughout your recovery. Now go back to sleep, mi amore. Your body needs the rest.”

She felt the pressure on the line in her arm and her eyes slowly began to close again. At least she knew Valentino would be there when she woke up. After all, he promised.

And Valentino always kept his promises. 

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I love your Vees x daughter work! May I please request a follow up to https://www.tumblr.com/darkwolf989/749322971008614400/eres-jodidamente-est%C3%BApida-ni%C3%B1ita?source=share ? A story about Reader's feelings about the volleyball team and being on it? I know it was a Oneshot, but it's just so interesting!

THE EDITING HAS BEGUN!

Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts!

He caught me as I walked out the backdoor of my school.

“Not trying to leave so quickly, are you bebita?” My Uncle Valentino purred as he grabbed my arm. “Come now, you have a commitment to complete.” 

I scowled as he led me back into the school. Of course not a single staff member would blink an eye as the Overlord of Lust and Depravity marched his niece down the high school hallway. Hell, he could probably openly advertise and no one would say a word. After all, his business partner, best friend and my father Vox owned the school and most of the city. 

Though the topic of advertisement was what got me into this situation in the first place. Two weeks ago, desperate for my own money and independence, I answered a vague ad for a waitress position, and found myself inadvertently employed in one of my Uncle Valentino’s clubs. I hadn’t minded the position, but the moment he found out he fired me and yanked me out of the club wrapped up in his jacket. The punishment I endured was simple- I had pretended to be a volleyball tryouts as an excuse to come home late, and so now I had to actually play on the team.For the next eight weeks, my Uncle Valentino would be personally escorting me to and from practice and games. As much as I cried, protested, begged and pleaded, he and my dad stood firm. 

My attempt to sneak out before practice had been untimely thwarted. Though as Valentino marched me down the hallway towards the gym, I wondered why I bothered even trying. The tracker they insisted I wear was still firmly on my wrist- with the knowledge that the next time I took it off when I wasn’t supposed to I would be implanted with a permanent one. 

“Is your homework done?” he asked as we made our way back through the school.

“Yeah. Got it all done in study hall,” I replied sullenly. 

“Good. And who is your coach? Vanessa?” Valentino asked as he pushed me to the gym.

“I don’t know or care,” I shot back. 

His expression turned sharp and he stopped, turning to me. His hand gripped my shoulder and the other tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. 

“Listen to me, bebé muñeca,” he growled. “And listen well. Your father lobbied for a much harsher punishment. I wore him down to this- it is in your best interest to see this as the favor it is- understood?” 

I tried to hold back a scowl. “Yes, Uncle Valentino.” 

“Good,” he released me and took my backpack from my shoulder. “I’ll be on the bleachers watching. You will come to me when practice is finished- and I expect to see some serious effort, do you understand?” 

“Yes, Uncle Valentino.”

“Then go to the locker room and find your coach. She’ll show you where your locker is,” he replied with a gentle push towards the gym. “Go. I’ll be watching.”

Knowing damn well he meant it and that there was no way out, I walked across the gym into the locker room. The girl's eyes raked over me- I wasn’t a jock, I didn’t belong in here- not after school. And honestly, probably not during gym class either. I walked to the gym teachers office in the back and was handed the combination to a locker. Ignoring the odd looks from the girls around me, I got changed out of my school uniform and into the new gear that filled my locker. A drawstring backpack, new sneakers, knee pads, black running shorts and a school t-shirt. How kind of my father to make sure I had everything I needed. 

I followed the crowd out into the gym and lined up. From the gym floor, I could see my Uncle Valentino up at the top of the bleachers, his laptop next to him and his phone pressed to his ear. At least he was far enough away that I couldn’t really hear what he was saying. And with any luck, none of the other girls could either. 

“Ten laps, now at the run girls! Let’s go!” The coach hollered from the sidelines. 

I scowled but fell in line alongside the rest of the girls. As much as I hated running, I feared the consequence of disobedience more- especially with Valentino’s eyes on me. 

“Hey, you play volleyball?” a friendly voice asked next to me as we jogged. 

I turned to a girl I vaguely recognized from my social studies class. 

“Honestly? Not really. It’s a long story, but my Dad is kind of making me play this semester,” I replied as I tried to keep breathing. “I’m not really athletic.”

“That’s okay, we could use a few new girls on the team! Glad you’re here,” she said cheerfully. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

I sincerely doubted that, but I appreciated her kindness anyway. Another sharp whistle and we turned into the coach. 

One hour, six different drills and a mini game later every part of my body ached. I stuffed my school uniform into the drawstring backpack my father had so helpfully added to my locker stuff and made my way out of the locker room. Valentino stood waiting with a grin on his face.

“Not so bad now, was it mi amore?” he asked as he bent down to kiss my forehead. He frowned and pulled away, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. “You’re all sweaty. Shower when you get home, little love.”

“No shit,” I grumbled as I climbed into the limo. “I hate this. I suck at it, I have no coordination and I can’t run.”

His lips twitched into a smile. “Well bebita. If you want to get stronger, you could start to work out. I’m happy to show you the ropes…if not me, your Auntie Vel or your Dad I’m sure would…”

“No. Thank you. I already have to be here three days a week,” I snapped as I crossed my arms. “Give me my backpack, I want my phone.”

“That is no way to ask,” he scolded lightly. “Try again.”

I glared at him. “Please Uncle Val, can I have my backpack?” I asked through gritted teeth. 

“Sure, much better,” he handed me my backpack.

 I dug through until I found my pink Voxtech phone. Two missed texts from my best friend and a missed call from my Dad. 

“Val? Did you talk to Dad? He called me during practice.”

“I did. Don’t worry about it, conejito. You did a good job today, we’re all very proud of you.”

I snorted. “Be real, Uncle Val, I’m not made for athletics. I’d rather be working the corner on one of your streets than ever set foot in that gym again.” 

His head shot up and his eyes met mine. I could feel the anger and involuntarily shrank back. Not that he would ever lay a hand on me but I hadn’t seen that look in his eyes in a long time. And never towards me. 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about niñita,” he said lowly. “I can tolerate you being cranky, I understand that you’re upset. But you will not speak that way. Not your Aunt Velvette, not to your father and certainly not to me. Do I make myself clear?”

I let out a nod. The rest of the limo ride home was filled with silence. As soon as the limo stopped the door opened and he escorted me inside. 

“You can take the stairs,” he said calmly. “Give you some quiet time to think. Process your words before you speak.” 

I stared at him. “That’s like eight flights!”

“More than that honey. Think long and hard before you come out to the kitchen for dinner,” he replied as he stepped on. His arms crossed and he gave me a thin lipped smile as the door closed. 

Fuck you, Uncle Valentino.

Twenty minutes later I trudged up the backstairs into our apartment. I tossed my backpack against the entryway and kicked off my shoes. If I had the energy to stomp to my bedroom I would have. If my body hurt before, it hurt even more now. I made my way into the shower and let the hot water wash over my aching muscles. 

As soon as I was finished, I wrapped myself in my pajamas and crawled into bed. I shoved aside the thought of dinner and closed my eyes as I nestled into my pillow. 

The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my forehead. 

“Sweetheart?” I heard my Dad’s voice say softly. “Sweetheart, you have to get up now.”

“Is it school time already?” I mumbled. 

“No, honey. Dinner time. If you sleep now you won’t sleep tonight,” he said a little more firmly. “Wake up.”

I felt his hand shake my shoulder and I opened my eyes blearily, shifting my body away from him. 

“No,Vox, let her sleep. She’s exhausted, it’s been a long day for her,” I heard Uncle Valentino say softly. 

“No. She needs to learn discipline and….”

“That is tomorrow's discussion, Vox. For now, let her sleep.” Valentino replied, a little more sharply. 

I felt my father’s hand move off my shoulder and instead, felt the weight of someone sitting on the bed next to me.  Valentino’s voice floated softly above me. “

“Vuelve a dormir, bebita. Shussh…tonight, you are safe.” 

I felt the weight shift off the bed and heard footsteps back away. Too tired to think anymore, I let sleep wash over me. 

I woke up the next morning to the silence. Panic rushed through me and I check the time on my phone. Ten. Shit, I was late. Really late. Why hadn’t anyone woken me up? I rushed out to the kitchen.

“Dad? Dad! I’m late, really late! Did housekeeping send up a clean uniform?!” I yelled. 

“Dad isn’t here bebita. He knows you’re late. You’re not going to school today,” Valentino’s voice came calmly from the kitchen table. “Today you’re learning a lesson in the real world.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. “What are you talking about? Where’s Dad?”

Valentino looked unconcerned as he stood up and put his arm around my shoulder, guiding me to the table. “Sit while I make breakfast. I want to explain something to you, conejito.” 

I sat down in the chair as he busied himself at the stove. 

“Blueberry or strawberry pancakes?” He asked. 

I stared at him. “Blueberry….Uncle Valentino, what’s going on? You’re worrying me. Is Dad alright? Is Velvette okay? Why didn’t someone wake me up?” 

“They’re both fine, bebita. It is you who is causing us concern,” he replied as he whisked the ingredients together. “You live a privileged life, little one. And your little comment last night drove home that point. We think it's about time you learned just how charmed your life truly is.” 

“Isn’t forcing me to play a sport I hate enough?” I grumbled.

Silence from Uncle Valentino. He turned around and set a stack of pancakes on the table. 

“Eat up. You’ll need the energy.” He said simply. 

I poured syrup over the stack and ate silently as I watched him clean up the kitchen. He took my plate when I finished and I stood up. 

“If I have the day off I’m….”

“You don’t. Get dressed. You’re accompanying me to work today,” he replied sharply. “Dress the part.” 

I turned and stared at him. “Uncle Valentino, I’ve never been allowed in your studio.”

“I didn’t say you were coming to my studio.”

I crossed my arms, “I believe your exact words to me were ‘I don’t ever want to see your tits again, bebita.’ or am I misquoting you?”

“If you come out with your tits showing, today will be alot worse for you, ninita. I’m sure you have something modest in your closet. Make a wise choice.” He replied simply. 

For some reason, his lack of reaction infuriated me. I stalked to my room and thumbed through my vast walk in closet. He said modest. He said school appropriate and I assumed he meant school appropriate for a dress down day. After a few moments, I settled on dark, form fitting jeans, low black heels and a red v neck dress top with a high V cut. No cleavage, but still enough to show off my figure. Technically it fit his criteria, even if it was a little showy. 

I shrugged on a black jacket and walked out into the living room. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“You ready? We have a busy day,” he replied shortly. “Before we go, I need your phone.”

“I’m not giving you my phone,” I snapped. “It’s bad enough that you…”

“Either you give it to me now, or I call your father and he shuts it off. Permanently. Choose wisely.” 

I crossed my arms. “You would never do that. You don’t want to lose contact with me.”

He looked at me calmly. “Your choice. Hand it over or Dad shuts it off.” 

Something in his expression made me not want to call his bluff. Hesitantly, I handed over my phone. 

“Good choice. Follow me.” 

Wordlessly, I stepped into the elevator beside him, silently fuming. He didn’t speak another word to me until we were safely in the limo. When it finally stopped, he turned to me. 

“Let’s go over some ground rules for today. You will not speak unless I speak to you. You will not ask questions. You will not make a single noise unless there is a true- and I do mean true emergency. If something is on fire or someone other than I puts a hand on you. Understood?” 

“Uncle Val? What…where are you taking me?” 

His expression turned into something I had never seen before. Cold. Harsh. 

“It isn’t Uncle Val or Uncle Valentino until we get back into this limo, understood?”

“Then…what do I call you?”

“Nothing. You don’t speak to me or anyone else. You don’t say my name. You don’t make any indication that you’re there. You stay within arms reach of me. You sit. You listen. You are my silent shadow. Got it?”

I looked down. His hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. 

“Do you understand?”

I nodded and he released me. 

“Good. Follow me.” 

I stepped out of the limo and the scent of rot filled my nose. I looked around and stepped closer to Valentino, looking around as I trailed behind him. The buildings around us were dark with soot, and piles of garbage lined the dirty streets. In the distance, I could hear the howling of a hellhound. This was a part of town I had never been in- a part of town I wasn’t allowed in. 

Fright washed over me. Why was I here? What was Uncle Valentino doing? Somewhere deep inside of me, I wished he would take my hand or show some sort of comfort. 

Instead, I followed him into the dingy building and into a dimly lit hotel lobby. Or at least, I thought it was a hotel lobby, though unlike anyone I had ever been in. The entire room smelled musty and damp. Valentino didn’t greet the person at the front desk and instead pushed through one of the doors off to the side. Unlike the darkness of the entryway, his brightly lit office smelled like vanilla and strawberries. Posters of him in various poses lined the wall, with titles I didn’t recognize scrawled under them. He took a seat behind a dark wood desk and pointed to the chair next to him. 

“Sit down. Shut up. You’ll do well to remember that,” he told me coldly. “I have a long day ahead of me and I don’t need any distractions.” 

His words caught me off guard. I obediently sank into the chair next to him as fear wrapped around my heart. This wasn’t my Uncle Valentino. This wasn’t the man who made pancakes for me, put bandaids on boo boos or tucked me into bed at night. His entire demeanor seemed darker. This was someone else. Something else.

The door creaked open and a young woman walked in. Impossibly thin, with shaggy, dirty hair and clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks. 

“Sit.” Valentino commanded with a gesture to the chair in front of him. Silence filled the room as he studied her. A smile washed over his face, revealing sharp teeth that gleamed in the light. “Pretty young thing. How’d you end up in hell?”

“You…want my story?” She asked softly. 

“I’m sure that’s what I just said, so start talking.”

I listened as she spoke quietly of her life on Earth. Homeless, pregnant at fourteen. Lost the baby when her boyfriend beat her up. But she stayed with him. Loyalty, she explained, she was loyal. Even when he beat her to death. 

“You value loyalty, right?” she asked hopefully. 

He shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter, we have what you need- if you’re willing to pay the price.” He leaned forward and pushed a piece of paper towards her. “What I have here is a contract. Sign the dotted line and in exchange, I’ll provide you with all the necessities.” His grin darkened, “you’ll want for nothing.” 

Don’t do it, I thought. Come on, you have to see something isn’t right here. 

Instead she eagerly picked up a pen and scrawled her name in bright red ink at the bottom. Uncle Valentino did the same. I watched as the writing glowed, the contract floated into the air and vanished. 

“My girls out in the lobby will escort you to your duties. Learn well.” He drawled as he leaned back. 

I watched as she stood up, thanked him and left the room. Almost instantly, another girl walked in. 

I sat for the rest of the morning as the process repeated, the sick feeling in my stomach growing worse with each passing story. Finally, the room was empty. Valentino stood up.

“Follow me.” 

The coldness that still flooded his voice made me wince. I followed him down the hallway as he pushed open the door. Inside, girls stood on a low stage in various stages of undress. He walked slowly, looking over each one and gave either a nod of approval, or a shake of disgust. Each one who received a nod gave him a smile and a thank you. Those who didn’t apologized and stepped down. The ones who were left gave him a big smile as they walked in a line. 

“Take them to 666 on Seventh ave,” Valentino told the male demon who appeared to be in charge. “I want a full report on their profits. Understood?” 

666. That was the same name as the place I was waitressing at. The place Valentino yanked me out from. The demon bowed and followed them out. Wordlessly, Valentino turned and walked out the door. I followed closely, the weight of the implication weighed heavily. 

I followed him back out the front door, and a wave of relief washed over me. The familiar driver stepped out and opened the door. Valentino stepped back and I hurried in. As soon as the door closed, he turned to me.

“Born to a different family, you could have ended up one of my working girls. One of the thousands of souls I own. It was mere luck you were born Vox’s daughter. Appreciate what you have, because in an instant it can all be taken away. The universe owes you nothing.” 

Overwhelmed, and unable to come back with anything snarky, I burst into tears. 

His expression softened and in an instant, he turned back into my Uncle Valentino. He reached out and folded me into his arms as I laid my head on his shoulder and cried. 

“Shussh. You’re okay,” he said soothingly. “This isn’t your life. You’re safe and you’re loved.” 

“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I promise I won’t take anything for granted anymore, I’m sorry. I’ll try harder and do volleyball and…”

“I know you will,” he said gently as he rubbed my back, “shush. Breathe.” 

“Dad is…”

“Waiting at home with Velvette for us to return,” he cut me off. “This isn’t your life, conejito. And with any luck and three adults who love you more than anything in the world, it hopefully never will be. But you needed to see the reality that most demons face. Sinners or hellborn, your life is vastly different from theirs.”

“How can I help?” I asked as I sniffled into his shoulder. “I…I want to help. How do I make their lives better?”

“Sweetheart, the three of us do enough to help these demons. We employ them, we offer them basic necessities in addition to a decent paycheck….”

“You employ them with sex work, Uncle Val!” I protested as I pulled away. “How is that fair?”

He set his jaw. “Hell isn’t fair. Demons still pay the price for their sins in the human world. And let me be clear, my little sweetheart, none of those girls are without sin. But the life they lead is truly one I hope you never do.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. 

I didn’t understand, not entirely. But his point was more than made. I was in the wrong. I should have been more grateful for what they did and less…bratty. The limo stopped and as soon as the elevator dinged to the top floor I stepped inside and ran to where my dad stood at the coffee maker.

I threw myself at him as the tears continued. “Daddy I’m sorry, I appreciate everything I have and I’m sorry I won’t ever complain about volleyball again,” the words came rushing out of my mouth.”AndI love you and Uncle Val and Aunt Velvette and I am so so so so so so so so sorry!”

I heard the ting of his coffee mug hit the grainte of the kitchen counter and he took me into his arms.

“Hey, hey baby, Daddy’s got you. You’re okay.”

“She cried the entire way home Vox, I think our point was made,” I heard Valentino say quietly. 

“Maybe a little beyond made. Hey, reader,  listen to me,” Vox said softly as he held me. Shussh. Quiet down for a second.”

I took a deep breath as I tried to swallow back my tears. 

“Daddy works very, very hard to make sure you never have to go through the struggles that your Uncle Valentino, Aunt Velvette and I have. All I need you to do is listen to what we ask you to do- I promise it’s for your own safety. Volleyball included. Alright?” 

He held me in his arms until I quieted, offering the occasional shush. 

“Uncle Val? Are you still there?” I mumbled after a few minutes of quiet. I felt my dad release me and I turned to face him and Velvette. 

“I’m right here, conejito.” He answered.

“I’m sorry….” I felt the tears start up and I tried to sniffle them back “do you still love me?

He looked pained. “Mi amore, I love you more than you will ever know. I hope you never have to see that side of me- or that side of any of us- ever again.”

I rubbed my eyes, “can I…take you up on that offer from earlier?”

Confusion flooded his features, “offer? Which one?”

“The gym one, I guess…I guess even though I hate it, its still a privilege to play, right?”

His lips twitched into a smile, “that is is. Sure, sweetheart. If you want. Come here, give me a hug.”

I threw myself in his arms and he held me tighter than I had ever been held before. 

“I love you, ninita, don’t ever forget that. All we want is to keep you safe.” He released me and gave me a gentle nudge towards my bedroom, “go wipe those tears away. And then why don’t the four of us have lunch together, hm?”

I nodded my head and gave him a final squeeze. Their point had been more than made.

[darkwolf989]

hello!I saw that you haven't been posting a lot lately. Will any other fics be coming out soon?

Hi there! Yes- very soon! The next part of OTO is almost ready to be posted as well as a bunch of response to requests, and I believe I wrote another part to the Lucifer’s Eldest Daughter if there is still interest in that fic…

Stay tuned! ❤️ thank you so much for your patience! Adulting is tough and this coming Friday marks the official end of my busy working season! Yay!

Bring on summer!!

[darkwolf989]

I love your work sm♡

Ah! Thank you so so so much! This is the last big push for my workload in the outside world, so I'm REALLY hoping I can get the sketched out stories edited and post soon <3 So sorry for the delay- I adore you all!

<3 Mandy

[darkwolf989]

Outside The Office Part Thirty Six

Hand in hand, Valentino and I stepped into the apartment. Instantly, we were surrounded by a mass of overfilled balloons. We pushed them down as we tried to push our way through the wall of purple and red. I heard the explosive pop of confetti cannons and winced as a shower of black, silver, red and white rained down on us. Next to me, Valentino’s expression twitched a smile. 

“Surprise!” Vox and Velvette yelled.

I looked around the apartment. Balloons, decorations and an overly bedazzled “She Said YES” complete with an inflatable diamond ring flooded the room. 

“A little much guys, don’t you think?” Valentino asked casually as he picked off a piece of confetti from my shoulders. 

“Well if we’re having a wedding, we might as well go all out,” Velvette exclaimed. “Besides, it's not every single day we add another V to our group.” She glanced at Vox, “I mean, the last one said no and…”

“Let’s move onto the celebration at hand, shall we?” Vox replied hastily. “You said yes! Congrats you two, I always knew…”

“This isn’t going to launch into a whole thing is it? Because I have bigger things to do tonight,” Lucifer’s voice interrupted the beginning of Vox’s speech. “And so do you four.” 

Funny, I hadn’t felt his usual energy surge. I turned around to face him. The sight that greeted me left me unsettled. Lucifer looked exhausted, ragged almost. His typically pristine suit frayed at the edges, and dark circles encased his eyes. 

“The ceremony is simple enough,” he continued as he walked across the floor and laid down a pen and a simple, single sheet of paper, “My sweet Reader, Valentino, both of you sign your given names. The two of you become one and boom, you’re married until the other dies.” He looked at us both. “Well? Hurry up. We literally don’t have all day.” 

“You can still say no, princessa,” Valentino said softly. “You can turn around and walk away from this. No hard feelings. You can wait if you need time to consider. We can have an engagement period, and I I cannot stress to you enough that this is a life-binding contract. You do not have to do this right here, right now.” 

I looked to him, to Vox and Velvette, and finally to Lucifer. Our eyes met and he gave the slightest nod. An approval I didn’t think I desired but somehow felt comforted by. With that small gesture, I took Valentino’s hand and tugged him over to the table. 

“Who signs first?” I asked as I picked up one of the pens.

I felt a sharp prick and looked down as the gash that appeared in my hand, the cartridge filled halfway with the crimson liquid. My blood. Wordlessly, Valentino took the pen from my hand and the same happened to him, the final result a definitive mix of both his blood and mine. A symbol of our forever unity.

“Doesn’t matter, as long as I sign last,” Lucifer replied impatiently. “And of course, that we all sign with the same fucking pen. I’m sure you figured out we all sign with your blood and Valentino’s blended together, but in case you’re still confused, now you’re not.”

I took a deep breath and with a kiss to Valentino, I signed my name in crimson. He did the same. Then Vox. Then Velvette. 

And finally, Lucifer. 

The second he lifted his pen from the paper bright red chains appeared, connecting my wrists to Valentino’s. Valentino stepped forward and held me to him as the chains continued to wrap around both of us, tighter and tighter with each additional link. 

“It’s alright,” Valentino said softly. “I’ve got you.” 

A final squeeze and they vanished. I felt an energy pulse through me, a power I had never felt before buzzed under my skin. I looked at Valentino and he took my hand. 

“Ah. And did I forget to mention that we now jointly own all the souls in the other's possession?” Valentino asked quietly as he studied me. “I should have added that part in.”

I stared at him, “what do you mean, jointly own all the souls in the other's possession? Does that mean that I now…”

“Have claim to and draw power from every being owned by Valentino, Velvette and Vox? Yes. They’re interconnected, and now by marriage, so are you. Congratulations. Now let’s go prepare to slaughter some fucking angels,” Lucifer responded as he turned away from us,  “let’s see what you can do with this newfound power.” 

I stared at all four of them as I thought back to the night at the club. I had asked Valentino if the three of them fed off of each other, off of the energy. I assumed by Lucifer’s comment there was a contract between the three of them giving each other joint ownership of souls that now, by marriage I was a part of. I made a mental note to find out more about that later. 

“Open the portal to your office downstairs,” Lucifer said to me with a wave of his hand, “I would, but I’m fucking beat. And you’re now more than capable.” He paused for a moment, “just to the foyer, though. We still need to pass through the retinal scans.”

I felt the energy spark at my fingertips as I traced a slash in the air in front of me. Effortlessly, the portal opened, and all it took was a step into to appear in the hallway that led to my office.  Lucifer and the V’s followed.

“Can I do this anywhere?” I asked as we went through the security checks.

“Technically, yes. Technically, you could bypass the security checkpoints simply by opening a portal that led inside. You’re the only one with that power in hell. But I don’t want you to make that a habit- if you can go through a portal, things can follow you,” Lucifer replied. “So your best bet would be to remain ever vigilant.” 

I nodded and took my place in the middle of the practice floor. Unlike the last time I ended up exhausted after the amount of enemies Lucifer sent to me, I bypassed that number with relative ease. Then doubled. Then tripled. Finally, he hit the stop button. 

I could feel all four sets of eyes on me. 

“Strength. Your ability to fight will be the key to winning. Your wits and decision making will me a close second. I suggest getting some rest. The second they open the portal, it will be all you can do to fight.” Lucifer said. 

His phone ringing tore through the silence of the room. Without another word, he vanished from our sight. 

“So…what do we do now?” I asked after a momentary pause. “If he truly has the guys upstairs covered…”

“Then we celebrate our wedding night,” Valentino said smoothly as he took my hand in his.

[darkwolf989]

heyy ik this is weird to ask but cam you do valentino's daugher x vox idk why but im screaming for content and honestly i think it would be interesting to see if they "got along" you coulf say you dont have to do this i just find this a interesting concept like imagine if they had more of a special bond then valentino and his own daugher plus im sorry if this is to much to ask for

Hi there,

Sorry for the delay! Take a peek at this one- and let me know if you were thinking a different vibe!

~Mandy

“Hey, Uncle Vox!” I called cheerfully as I walked into his office.  Two more nights, two more until my final game of the school year. As an avid water polo player, my games were the height of my highschool experience and this final game this year was one I had been working hard towards. I tossed my backpack on my desk next to my Uncle Vox’s and slid myself into my chair. 

My weekday routine had been the same since I started school. With my father being The Valentino, and the odd hours he worked, it was my Uncle Vox who usually woke me up early and kept me on a schedule. Brushing my teeth, getting me dressed, breakfast and out the door when I was little. Now that I was sixteen, that morning routine looked a little different. Instead of waking up at seven, I woke up at four with Uncle Vox. We hit the gym together, then parted ways until it was time for breakfast- or more importantly, coffee. Sometimes my dad joined us, and sometimes my Auntie Vel joined us. But with their ever changing schedules more often than not it just wasn’t practical for them to join. So Uncle Vox stayed the consistent one. 

“Hey yourself, kid,” Vox replied as he stood up out of his chair. “Your dad is on the line, he wants to chat with you.” 

I slid into Vox’s seat and my fathers face appeared on the monitor in front of me. My heart soared. I bet he had a big surprise waiting to celebrate after tomorrow night.

“Hi Daddy!” I said cheerfully. “Are you ready to watch me rock it tomorrow?” 

My father’s face looked sad. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about bebita. I’m sorry, I won’t make it. I have a crisis to handle down in the greed ring and I…” 

I could feel the sadness wash over me. The rest of the conversation went in one ear and out the other and I tried to hide my crushing disappointment. 

“I’m sorry baby, but your Uncle Vox and Auntie Vel will be there and they promised to keep me updated.” My father finished. “I’ll make it up to you later okay? We can do whatever you want. Daddy daughter day.”

Yeah, sure. I had heard that one before. To date, he owed me no less than six daddy daughter days. And the flowers and trinkets he sent to make up for his absence didn’t help either. He tried- I knew it. But nothing he said or did would make up for his lack of presence. 

I signed off and put my head in my hands as I tired to keep tears from falling down my face. I felt Vox’s hand on my shoulder and I looked back at him as I bit back bitter disappointment. 

Vox seemed to recognize the look on my face. “Aw honey, I know. But we’ll be there. I promise.” He squeezed my shoulder gently. “Your Auntie Vel and I will cheer you on.” 

“Yeah, at least someone cares.” I muttered as I rubbed my eyes. 

“Now you know that isn’t true sweetheart,” Vox began. “Your Daddy loves you very much, his work just…”

“You make time for me!” I said angrily. “You make it a point to sit with me and go to my games and ask me about my day, I can’t remember the last time I saw my dad at one of my games or even just right after school!” 

“My schedule is a lot more fluid than your dads is sweetheart,” he replied calmly. “I understand your frustration, but if your dad could make it he would.”

It was the age-old argument. After a few seconds, I stood up and Vox pulled me into a hug. 

“Hey, you’re loved. Don’t forget that, okay?” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Now let’s get that homework done.” 

I scowled but sat back down at my desk. The homework rule had been instilled by my father from my first days of preschool. Home. Snack. Work. Sometimes at my pink desk in my room, if it was Dad or auntie Vel picked me up. But more often than not, it was uncle Vox who showed up in the limo and he had work to do too. As I grew, the desk next to his grew as well. From a tiny pink plastic chair to a full grown pink office chair- I sat right by Uncle Vox almost every single day. 

His snack drawer too changed as I grew- from cheeze-itz, to fresh fruit, to protein bars and goldfish. 

“Hey, can you check this one?” I asked after a few moments of work. “Uncle Vox?”

“Did you try it three times three different ways and watch a video?” He replied back without another glance. 

“Yeah.”

“Then, sure.” He lifted his head up and picked up my homework sheet. He glanced it over. “I think this is a quadratic formula problem. You forgot the square root sign- remember the song?”

“I do but…”

He cleared his throat. “X equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus for ac all over two a!”

To his credit, the song was a great study tool. To my mortification, Vox couldn’t sing worth a damn. 

“You’re way too enthusiastic about math,” I muttered as I made the correction. 

“But I was right wasn’t I?” He teased as he turned back to his computer. 

“That’s not the point,” I replied. Not to my surprise, the problem worked itself out. “Thanks Uncle Vox.” 

I stood up and leaned in between him and his desk wrapped my arms around him. “And thanks for being the best uncle a girl could want.” 

I felt him return the hug. “Love you, kiddo. More than you’ll ever know.” 

I released him and he grinned. “If you get your homework done quickly I’ll take you to the pool and run a few practice rounds with you. And then I’ll take you out to dinner- see if Auntie can meet us.”

The work that went into Vox being able to get into the water was tremendous- not to mention he’d be leaving his job early. 

“Really? You have time for that?” I asked. 

“For you sweetie? I’ll always have time.”

[darkwolf989]

If ur still takeing request what if val wife or girlfriend was feeling insecure with her little bit of baby fat after haveing there baby cuz she's worried he would be attracted to her anymore cuz all of his skinny pretty employees he works with he can tell something is wrong but she won't tell him but he won't take no forget answer till she tells him and when she does he reassure her that no matter what she looks like or anything he will always love her and think she's beautiful and to make sure she believes him she shows her in his own way 😏😏 nfsw if u know what I mean 18+ if would like to 😁

Hi there!

So sorry for the delay! I love this idea, but I think I took it in a much different direction- just kind of went with the writing vibes! Hope you like it <3

~Mandy

I stared at myself in the full length mirror. Two months. I had my daughter eight weeks ago to the day. It had been one month since I began working out, four weeks that I, as quietly and secretly as I could, tried to turn my body back into its pre-baby figure. The body that my husband, Valentino, had fallen in love with. 

As much as I loved my daughter, I hated what pregnancy had done to my body. My chest, once swollen, seemed to be flatter and hang lower now. And with Valentino starting to work longer hours and later nights, I came to the conclusion that this was my fault. My body, my figure was driving him away. So although technically I wasn’t cleared to lift anything heavier than our daughter, I couldn’t let that deter me. Not only did I now need to be a mother, but I had a duty to be pretty and thin- lest I lose my husband to one of his drop dead gorgeous models.

I pinched at the roll of fat that now sat stubbornly below my belly button and cursed to myself. No wonder he was working late again tonight. No wonder he wouldn’t fuck me, or take me up on my offer to blow him. I wouldn’t want me either. With a final glare of disgust towards my body, I tugged on a shirt and pulled my greasy hair up into a ponytail. Valentino wouldn’t be home for about an hour- just enough time to squeeze in another workout while the baby was sleeping. 

I rolled out my yoga mat and tried to ignore the protest in my muscles. I knew better than to try to stream a video- Vox would catch on quickly and I’d get caught. And the gym in Velvette’s studio wasn’t an option- not only could I not leave the baby, but I’d risk being seen. So self guidance and training was my only option, basic moves until I was officially cleared to push my body as hard as it could go. 

Sit ups to start. 

 One…two…three….twenty…twenty one….fifty…

I ignored the pain that coursed throughout my body. Pretty and thin. That was my focus. My sole focus. Keep Valentino. Make him love me, earn his…

A cold leg against my back pulled me from my movement. Hands that pushed my shoulder to the mat. I looked up into Valentino’s burning eyes. 

Shit. So much for effortlessly pretty. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Valentino demanded in a sharp whisper. His hands slid under my shoulders and pulled me up off the floor, to my feet and he turned me to face him. “Reader?”

Unable to help myself, I burst into tears. 

“Shit. Hey, don’t cry. Fuck,” he said quickly as guided me to the bed. “I’m here. What’s going on?” 

The sound of our baby screaming from the crib pulled our attention away from each other. I felt a pang. Our voices had woken her up. Her cries triggered mine and my chest ached at the sound. 

“No, no,” Valentino said quickly as he looked at the mess that appeared on my shirt. 

 “You’re not okay, muñeca. I’m going to have Vox take the baby, okay? Just sit here.”

“She needs to be fed,” I sobbed as I tried to cover the growing stains with my hands. “I, I can take her.” 

I watched something shift in Valentino’s expression. He shook his head quickly. 

“Nope, he can make her a bottle. There is lots of milk in the freezer. Stay here,” he said gently as he put his arm around me. 

I heard the door open and Vox’s voice speak softly to her. 

“Wait, where is Vox taking her?” I asked in a panicked voice. “She needs to eat and I…” The sound of her cries leaving the room and the silence it left behind sent me into a new wave of frantic worry. 

“Shush bebita. Vox is going to watch her. He’s just taking her to the nursery, sit in the rocking chair and give her a bottle.” He said gently. His hands touched the hem of my shirt. “Let me see your tummy. I want to make sure nothing is bruised or…” 

I recoiled from his touch. No. I couldn’t let him see the physical mess I was. I rubbed my eyes and tried to swallow back the creeping sadness. 

“I’m fine Val,” I snapped as I pushed his hand away from my shirt. “Really, I’m fine.” 

He frowned and sat down next to me. Instead of fighting, he put his arm around my shoulder. “You don’t look fine, and you’re not acting like yourself. You’re pale, cariño. I just want to make sure you don’t..”

“No.” 

His voice turned from gentle to sharp. “Muñeca, I’m not asking.” 

With the quickness of one hand, I felt my shirt tear in half, leaving me exposed under his gaze. I closed my eyes, as I tried to protect myself from the disgust I was sure would play across his face. I felt his hand on my stomach and waited for the criticism. 

“Honey, does that hurt?” His voice was soft. “Please tell me, I need to know if I need to take you to the hospital or not.” 

I felt my eyes open. The feeling of uncontrollable rage and defensiveness rushed through me, washing away the worry and sadness. 

“For what? Plastic surgery? Fix this mess of. A body?” I snapped as I pushed him away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry my body isn’t what you want!” 

Just as quickly as it appeared, the anger vanished and turned to sopping wet tears in a matter of seconds. He pulled me to him and gently stroked my hair as I sobbed into his chest. 

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He asked, confusion and concern in his voice. “Plastic surgery? Where the fuck did you get that idea?” His grip tightened, “give me a name. I’ll kill them.” 

I half laughed, half sobbed as I continued to cry. What was he talking about? Why would he want to kill someone who would only want me to look better for him? Sheer exhaustion rushed through my body with each choking gasp. 

“Hey, hey I’m here. It’s okay. Let it out,” he said in the same voice I heard him use around our daughter. “Talk to me, mi amore. Please. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” 

As though a dam had broken, all at once it came spilling out. The workouts. The diet- balancing cutting carbs with trying to produce enough milk to feed our baby. The feelings of insecurity and sadness. The anger I felt towards my body, and my worry that I was no longer good enough for him, no longer pretty enough- no longer worthy of his love and affection. 

“I just feel ugly. And fat. And like nothing I do is good enough I can’t feed a baby and be on a diet, I can’t be thinner and my boobs are…” 

“Your boobs are perfect,” he interrupted as he kissed me gently. “Honey, you pushed our daughter out of your body. You’ve spent the last nine months growing her and the past two feeding her. When was the last time you slept? Or had a decent meal?” His hand pushed against my forehead and he tucked back a stray strand of hair. 

“Val, you’re surrounded by beautiful women who don’t have the scars- women who can fuck you. And here I am, and I offer you my body and you turn me down!” I yelled through the hiccuping sobs. 

Fury rushed across his features. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. 

“You listen to me and you listen to me good bebita. You had a baby. You physically can’t have sex yet. The doctor said it herself. Not only will doing do cause you immense pain, but it could cause a whole host of issues. To protect you, I’m not fucking you. Believe me if I could have I would have fucked you the night you came home from the hospital.” His eyes searched my expression, “ do you think I would cheat on you? Honestly and truly? Because that’s what it sounds like.”

Slowly, I shook my head no. A wave of exhaustion rushed through me and I let the full weight of my head fall to his chest. 

“Then why do you think I would leave you? You had my child- our child- and you are an amazing mom. I’m sorry I haven’t told you enough lately how much I love you and how beautiful you are.” He sighed and kissed me gently as he pulled out his phone. “That’s it. I’m taking the next two weeks off. Work be damned.”

“Val I…”

“No. We need to spend time together as a family. This isn’t up for discussion.” He said firmly as he stood up. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet before lifting me up into his arms. 

“Where are we going?” I asked as he carried me across the room. 

“To shower while Vox has the baby. And then I’m holding you until you fall asleep.” He replied shortly as he set me in the rocking chair we kept next to the bassinet in our room. “Pump now while I start the water, and I’ll take care of the next feeding.” 

I flushed in a mixture of self consciousness and embarrassment “Val, I… And you don’t want to shower with me, I’m..”

“Sincerely in need of a little love, yes.” He replied firmly. “Now relax and let me take care of you. Let me be the husband and the father.” 

“Val…” I bit my lip as I felt the tears start to leak out again. “Val I don’t deserve you. Why do you want me?” 

“Honey, I can’t say it enough. I love you. Only you. No one else in this world will have my heart the way you do.” He kissed the top of my head. “I got you honey- for once let me take care of you.” 

Ten minutes later he had his arms wrapped around me as he held me under a stream of hot water. I closed my eyes and laid my head against him. I heard the sound of a bottle opening and felt Valentino’s hands slowly work their way through my hair. After a few seconds, he pulled me out from under the water.

“Let the shampoo sit bebé muñeca, you’ll feel so much better and more like yourself when we’re done.” He said gently. 

I felt his hands run down my body and to my surprise he knelt down and pressed his lips against my belly. 

“You need to understand how much I love you,” he said softly. “Your tummy grew our little girl. That changes a person both inside and out. I don’t expect you to have the same body you had before our little one because it went through something drastic. The only thing I need from you is to love yourself. That includes this new body, and your health and to love yourself enough to ask for help when you need it. Ask for help from me, from Vox, from Velvette hell- call Lucifer for all I care. I know I’ve been busy but I assumed you were talking to them. It’s my fault I should have checked in more, myself. I’m sorry. You’re not in this alone, and you never will be.”

“Val I…”

“Shussh.” His lips pressed against my belly again and he slowly stood back up. 

“Relax against me. I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around me and carefully washed the shampoo from my hair. “I’ll condition the ends and wrap your hair up and then we’ll take a bath. Let your body soak in the warm water for a bit.”

“I don’t want to take a bath. I’m still bleeding.” I said tiredly as I laid my head on his chest. I could feel the exhaustion creeping, threatening to wash over me at any moment. 

“It’s been eight weeks,” he said sharply. 

“And it can go up to twelve,” I answered as I closed my eyes against him.

“We can still take…”

“No, Val. I don’t want to.” 

“Alright,” he relented. “Then a heating pad? How can I take care of you?” 

His softness broke me and again, I broke down into sobbing tears. This time he said nothing, and rocked me gently against him. 

“How can I take care of a baby when I’m not even me?” I sobbed. “I feel sick and awful and…just wrong! Like I’m a terrible mother!”  

“I think sweetheart you need a little TLC, a ton of sleep and some good food.” Valentino said softly. “Let me take care of you. Please. Before we get out of the shower, what else can I do for you? Body wash? Shave?”

I laid my head against him. “If I have the time, I need to shave. Literally everything. Just give me a moment and I….”

He grabbed my chin and again our eyes met. 

“Did you forget that I shaved your legs when you couldn’t see them anymore? Did you forget that I held your hair when your morning sickness hit? Did you forget that I laid our newborn baby on your chest seconds after she came out of you, despite the fear of you bleeding out in your hospital bed?” His voice was hard, “You are mine. My wife. The only other being in this worth I love with every inch of my soul. The other women in my life? They are merchandise to me. And don’t you ever forget that. Understood?” 

I gave the smallest of nod and he released me. Carefully, he washed the remaining conditioner from my hair and sat me down on the tile bench in the middle of our walk in shower. 

“I’m sorry, Val…”

“Stop apologizing,” he replied as he ran the shaving cream over my legs. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I am the one who should be sorry for leaving you alone so damn much. And I am, sorry that it. It won’t happen again.” 

I felt the sharpness of the razor slide up my legs. I closed my eyes as I tried to shake away the fear that wrapped through me. 

“Why do I feel so bad, Val? I feel like I’m going insane.”

“When was the last time you put food in your stomach? Or had a full, uninterrupted night's sleep?” He asked as he slathered my other leg in shaving cream. “And be honest.” 

“Last night, kind of. I had a bowl of oatmeal. As for sleep..” 

I heard the metal of the razor hit the floor and his head shot up. “What?” His fingers reached up and gently squeezed my nipple. 

“Ow! Val!” I shouted. I tried to yank away as a small stream of milk shot out. ”Fuck, that hurt!” 

“I am shocked that you’re still productive,” he said sharply as he picked the razor back up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing to yourself? No food? No sleep? No wonder you feel so sick.”

“I’m trying to pretty,” I whimpered. 

“No. You’re going to end up putting yourself in the hospital,” he snapped. “Lack of sleep alone is enough to make you feel this awful. Add in the exercise which you shouldn’t be doing and the lack of food, and quite honestly I’m not entirely sure how you’re still standing, let alone carrying out a conversation.” 

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. 

“Stop apologizing,” he replied firmly as he helped me back to my feet. “It isn’t your fault.” 

Carefully, he and I stood back under the stream of water, rinsing away the rest of the soap. As soon as we were finished, he wrapped me in a towel and gently combed through my hair. I crawled into bed next to him and settled my head on his chest, straining to hear the beating of his heart. 

“You promise you still find me sexy? Even after all this?” I asked quietly. 

“I promise. Now forever and always. You’re my wife, my one and only, now and forever more.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now go to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up. And then we can have a real conversation- we’re a team, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget that. I love you. I promise.”

[darkwolf989]

Drugs 'n Memories (Valentino x Reader x Vox's Daughter)

Valentino’s limo pulled up outside the run down house. Flashes of his own teenagerhood raced through his mind. Part of him couldn’t blame his niece for wanting to have a little fun, to let off steam- especially when she had just aced her final exams last week. But as he and her father monitored the cameras that kept a watchful eye over every inch of the Pride ring, as well as the vitals on her tracker, their concern level grew. Anger pulsed through both of them as they watched a much older demon slip something into reader's cup. Valentino recognized the drug instantly. Nothing that would kill her, but it would definitely multiply the effects of the alcohol she was currently consuming. 

Vox’s reaction was instantaneous. On his feet, slamming the keyboard, his typical hot headed, kill them all reaction. Valentino, on the other hand, understood the scene. And more importantly, he knew how to counteract the drugs that were now rushing through her veins. 

“I’ll handle it, amicito,” he replied coolly. “You stay here and monitor the situation. I’ll bring her home. After all, she’s my niñita as well.” 

And so as he stepped out of the limo, the familiar spring to summer scent engulfed him. He smiled to himself as memories of his own teenagerhood remerged. Memory lane wasn’t a path he often allowed himself to venture down- he much preferred his life in hell to his life as a human. But still, there were some parts of his humanity that bubbled up from time to time, memories he couldn’t simply erase. 

Unlike his sweet niece, the younger Valentino, couldn’t have given less of a shit about grades. Not that he wasn’t intelligent, but brilliance isn’t defined solely on what happens in the classroom, and at seventeen, Valentino had bigger things to handle. Fucking, fighting, drugs- those were the three things he focused on. And rightly so, because when broken down, those three things translated into pleasure, protection and money. 

It was about this same time- the end of the school year, post exams. Excitement buzzed in the air as most looked forward to summer break, time on the beach. Valentino, on the other hand, had business to attend to. No matter the season, he was always incredibly busy, a master at the art of supply and demand. So when one of his competitors approached him in the hallway, there was no hesitation. His girlfriend at the time, his sweet reader, jumped in front of him and before Valenitno could react, his competitors first met reader’s face. 

Her reaction wasn’t expected. To every inch of Valentino’s bad boy reputation, reader was anything but. Straight A student, head of the student council, on the fast track to a law degree. And perhaps most importantly, had just earned herself her black belt. 

The hallway filled with deafening silence. Valentino smirked and crossed his arms, more than content to watch. He knew what was coming. In one swift move, he watched Reader take down his competitor, leaving him nothing but a moaning and crying pathetic excuse for a human being. 

Being hauled to the principal's office, no cameras to be had, it was Reader’s word against his competitors. Valentino listened as Reader vehemently denied Valentino’s involvement. And of course, the powers that be would believe her against him- she wasn’t exactly the type to be in trouble, while both Valentino and the other boy had suspension sheets a mile long.  Not that being suspended, or even expelled would honestly matter to him, but there was something sexy about watching his latest fuck defend him vehemently. Later on that night, in the backseat of his car, he made sure to show her just how much he appreciated her defense. 

Their relationship lasted the rest of the school year, and when he returned in the fall, she had been accepted to university a year early. Valentino never saw her again- not that he expected to. Nor did he care all that much. It was a long time after all. Besides, the little slut probably ended up in heaven. As he walked up the pathway to the house, he pushed back those thoughts, those memories. The past was in the past, and he needed to focus on the situation at hand. 

He swung open the door and watched the teenagers scatter like roaches. He made his way through the house as though he owned it, glancing every so often at the tracker to ensure his niece's location. Around him, teenage demons began to whisper as they scurried out of his way. 

Oh shit, is that Val?

What is Valentino doing here? 

I heard he’s related to someone here.

Maybe he’s here to scout?

Wait, isn’t Vox’s daughter here? 

You think that’s her uncle? 

He enjoyed their fear. Relished in it, actually. Perhaps if they made the connection between her and exactly what family she came from, they would think twice before pulling her into events like these. 

“Uncle Val?” His niece's voice squeaked from across the living room. She stared at him in shell shocked, deer in the headlights eyes. “What are you doing here?” 

“It’s time to go home now, niñita,” he said evenly as he strode up to her, plucked the red solo cup from her hand and casually tossed its contents over the demon who spiked it. “Come, before those drugs in your tummy hit.”

She looked at him in anger and he saw, not for the first time, a flash of himself in her defiance. How funny it was that although she wasn’t his biologically, she had streaks of him built into her personality as though she was. 

“Uncle Valentino, I am staying here with my friends and there is nothing you can do about it,” she put her hands on her hips and glared. “And for your information, I’m not doing drugs, it's just a little vodka.”

“You forgot the cardinal rule of going out, bebita princessa. Always watch your cup,” he replied calmly as he lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder with ease. “I’ve already had a long day, do us both a favor and don’t make it longer.”

The usual grumbles, the screams, the cries and the I hate yous spewed from her mouth. But no one dared to interfere. They knew the consequences if they stepped between Valentino and his family. He brought her inside the limo and checked his watch. 

Three…two…

“Uncle Val, I don’t feel so good.”

Her head rolled to his shoulders and he laid her down on his lap. His timing was impeccable, right down to the exact second. 

“I know. And you’re not going to. Shit’s gotta work its way out of your system.” He said as he rolled her to her side and twisted open a bottle of water as he pressed two black capsules to her lips. “Swallow these. Drink this. It won’t make the feeling go away, but it will absorb whatever’s left in your belly.”

She shakily obeyed and he gently held her steady as the limo brought them closer to home. 

“Puke if you’ve got to, wouldn’t be the first time you got sick on me,” he said lightly as he held a plastic bag just below her mouth. “Better to get it all out than hold it in.”

She let out a groan. “Uncle Val? Did you ever…get into trouble when you were a kid?” she asked. 

He chuckled and looked down at her. “Trouble? That’s hardly the word for it, bebita.”

She was quiet for a moment and he gently tucked back a stray strand of hair. 

“Is Daddy gonna be mad?”

Valentino shook his head. “I think you Dad is just going to be happy I got to you in time. You need to be more careful, ninita. Especially if you’re going to misbehave so far out of town.” He stroked her back as he spoke. “Rape happens. It could have happened to you tonight, and you’re lucky- very lucky, I happened to be in the area and could get to you in time. Otherwise…” He paused and looked down at her, “I don’t want to ever see you in that situation, conejito. It would never be your fault, but you must be cautious. Not everyone is the kind soul you are.” He adjusted her ever so slightly. “Close your eyes. It’s going to be awhile before we make it home.” 

“Uncle Val?”

“Yes, cariño?” 

“Thanks for looking out for me. I’m sorry I yelled.”

He sighed, “bebita, I’m just glad you're safe. Save the apologies for your dad.”