#implied valastor

[valentinoappreciator]

There's a First Time for Everything

A quick little drabble I put together after seeing the cutest radiostatic fanart <3 I haven't written for these two disasters before, so please forgive me, and don't be meanies about it ;v;

The post with the fanart can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/byrdnight/768971048708374529?source=share Credit for the idea goes to @byrdnight, tagging you so you can read it as well :D

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor x Vox

Rating: M for Mature (nothing explicit, only a few references to actual nsfw stuff)

Word count: 2.8k

Tags included but not limited to: Established RadioStatic, implied / referenced Valastor, implied / referenced StaticMoth, light kissing, ice skating, first time ice skating, light angst???, but so much fluff to make up for that

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane. Title: There's a First Time for Everything

Author's note: First time writing for these two, but I couldn't help myself after seeing the art <3 I hope it's to everybody's liking!

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Dainty, white flakes drifted lazily through the crisp, cold air. Both were, of course, artificially created; things weren’t so fucked that Hell had frozen over yet. That didn’t take away from Vox’s almost childlike wonder at the snow, though. Alastor hummed softly and looked up into the red sky. 

“Are you about ready?” he asked with an aura of exasperation before turning his head to Vox, who was busy tying his skates. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, give me a moment,” Vox replied, tongue poking slightly out of his mouth, “these shoelaces are being annoying.”

Alastor rolled his eyes. 

“Well, you’ve got that in common.”

“Oh ouch,” Vox said flatly as he tied a knot on the skates’ laces and then stood up, turning to Alastor with an outstretched hand. 

“Well?” he said, and was surprised to see Alastor’s fluffy ears flatten against his head and Alastor turn a bit away from him. Vox frowned slightly, before figuring that Alastor maybe didn’t want to risk being seen with him in public like this. Well, he really should have thought about that before agreeing to go to the ice rink with him!

“Look,” Vox sighed, “if you changed your mind, you could’ve just told me so.”

“Would it have changed things?”

“Of course not. Now, come on, get on your feet and get out there.”

Alastor scowled up at him, refusing to take his hand. He crossed his legs and his arms, clinging to his microphone stand. Now it was Vox’s time to roll his eyes. 

“If you’re going to be a big baby about it, you can sulk in silence,” he muttered and pushed himself away from the rink’s half-walls to glide onto the ice. 

The cold air brushed against his face, and Vox took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and let the breath out just as slowly. Oh, how he had missed this from his childhood! He vividly remembered going to the ice rinks with his mother and father. Remembered the excitement, the way he barely had to put effort into moving, the way his parents looked at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Beaming, full of admiration. 

Like they thought he could get far with his ice skating skills. It was a wonderful memory. 

Vox kept his eyes closed for a couple of seconds, leaning full-tilt into the warmth of the memory. It was only him and Alastor here, after all, there was quite literally no risk of bumping into anyone non-important and cutting off their ankles. Unfortunately. It was an ice rink only for the absolute elite. Only for the most powerful of Overlords. 

He put one foot in front of the other and pushed the slightest bit, easily and smoothly gliding forward. Rinse and repeat. 

When Vox opened his eyes, feeling like all the passion of the Sun was glittering in them, he found Alastor, still sitting on the bench, still with his limbs crossed, still clutching his stupid microphone stand. But, as opposed to before, he was now watching Vox curiously, his ears perked. He caught Vox staring at him, and promptly looked up into the sky again. 

Vox rolled his eyes again before nimbly switching course, sliding towards Alastor with his hands behind his back. 

“What is it, Bambi? Afraid you’ll slip and fall on the ice?” he grinned and slid to a stop in front of him, shredding a bit of ice that landed on Alastor’s black pants. Alastor looked at him with as much disapproval as he could, which was a lot.

“Oh come on, Alastor,” Vox groaned and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up. But Alastor was stubborn as a mule and didn’t budge. “What’s your fucking damage? I asked if you wanted to go to the ice rink with me, and you agreed. Now you won’t--- you haven’t even put on the skates?”

Alastor glared up at him, his ears flat against his head once more. He huffed and turned his head away from Vox. Vox groaned loudly and shook his head, both hands on his hips. 

“Should’ve fucking guessed,” he grumbled. “You really are just a big coward. You never try anything new and fun.” 

“Valentino begs to differ.”

“Fucking excuse me?” Vox hissed between gritted teeth, lifting one leg and slamming the skate’s blade down into the wooden bench so that he could lean down into Alastor’s personal bubble. He didn’t care if the blade got dulled from the action; he needed to know what the fuck Alastor’s problem was. 

Alastor growled quietly, pressing himself back against the bench as his ears went completely flat against his head. 

“I know Val fucks you regularly, so why are you acting like there’s a massive fucking stick up your ass? If you didn’t want to do ice skating with me, you could’ve just said so!”

“It’s not because it’s with you,” Alastor snapped back, clearly surprised by his own words. Vox blinked in surprise, but the fiery annoyance in his chest wasn’t dying down. 

“Then, pray fucking tell, what is it? Because you’re acting like a total prick right now.”

Alastor looked away for so long that Vox was tempted to push away again. Then The Radio Demon mumbled something. Mumbled. Not speaking loud and clear. Vox had to even look at his lips moving to make sure he was speaking. 

“I don’t want to look like a fool.”

“There’s no one here but us,” Vox said irritably, gesturing to the completely empty ice rink. Alastor seemed to kind of curl in on himself, as he sat there on the bench. He hid his lower face in his scarf. 

“I’m quite aware of that.”

Vox glared at Alastor, about to yell at him some more, when he had an epiphany. 

Wait... 

“Wait,” he said slowly, drawing out the word and watching how Alastor winced, “are you... afraid of looking stupid in front of... me?”

This got Alastor to glare back at him, ire in his eyes. Vox blinked down at him, utterly perplexed. Well, this was new. Usually, Alastor was so suave and nonchalant, so this came completely from left field. 

“But... I’m your boyfriend.”

“I’m quite aware, regrettably,” Alastor scoffed. 

Vox rolled his eyes once more. 

“I mean, you idiot, that you shouldn’t have to worry about looking stupid in front of me because we’re dating. I don’t care if you look stupid. You’re the prettiest motherfucker around.”

A beat of silence. Alastor blushed slightly. Vox cleared his throat. 

“Maybe don’t mention that to Val, though.”

Alastor was quiet, and Vox sighed. Despite the many layers of clothing, he was starting to get a bit chilly. 

“Look, Al. Just... I don’t care about looking stupid. Not when it’s you. My brand is perfection, but I’m not working right now, am I?”

“In those clothes? I certainly hope not.”

Vox pretended not to have heard him. 

“So just, please, relax. Put on the skates and join me out on the ice, please?”

Alastor glanced up at him as he dug his skate out of the bench. 

“I have never done this before,” he then revealed, again in a low mumble. 

Somehow, for some reason, this made Vox smile. A genuine, warm smile. The fire that had once been one of annoyance now became one of fondness, but he would be double-damned before he admitted that. Alastor was... willing to do this with him? Something he hadn’t tried before? Even if it made him look ridiculous? As far as Vox was concerned, there was no greater declaration of love. 

“That’s okay,” he said softly and cupped Alastor’s cheeks with his hands, the claws gingerly scratching through his hair. “We’ll take it slow. I’m a good teacher.”

Alastor huffed, but couldn’t run from the blush on his face. Vox smirked. 

“Now now, no salacious thoughts, young man.”

Alastor’s face went beet red, and Vox laughed gently. 

“I’m kidding. Come.” 

He pulled back and grabbed Alastor’s skates lying next to him before starting to kneel. 

“Please?”

Alastor was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed deeply, rolling his eyes and putting his usual face back on. His legs uncrossed, and he bent down to take off his shoes. 

“Do you even beg this much for Valentino?” he asked jokingly. Vox grinned. 

“Only when he’s being extra insidious.” This got a warm and heart-felt chuckle out of Alastor, who proceeded to take off his shoes and replace them with the red-and-black ice skates in Vox’s hands. Vox tied them for him in silence. 

When the laces were done up and tied with a pretty knot at the top, Vox stood up without so much as a wobble. He reached his hands out to Alastor, who seemed to regret this whole thing, but nonetheless put his own hands in Vox’s. 

“I’m gonna pull now,” Vox warned, and tugged gently. Alastor followed, immediately wobbling and clinging to Vox. 

Vox would have been a lying bastard if he said he didn’t like it. Not that he couldn’t live with being accused of being a lying bastard. He had been called much worse, and much more accurate, things through the years. 

Alastor was wonderfully warm against him. He smelled nice, too. Well, Vox had to hand it to Valentino, the pimp had an uncanny ability to get people to present themself as nicely as they could. For Alastor, that meant taking actual regular showers and using cologne. He still hadn’t learned how to use a comb or a brush, though. 

“This was a mistake,” he hissed, ears flat and eyes closed tightly.

“Calm down,” Vox said soothingly and straightened, putting a hand on the small of his back. “Easy. Easy does it. Stand up straight. You can hold on to me if you need to.”

Alastor did need to hold on to Vox as he slowly, very slowly, stood up straight. His hands had an iron grip on Vox’s arms. In turn, Vox gently held Alastor. They stood like that for a little while. 

“There you go, that’s a good posture!” he praised, noting the flush going across Alastor’s face and filing this away for later blackmailing purposes. “Now, I’m going to go backwards, okay? You keep holding on to me.”

“No, no no!” Alastor yelped as Vox slid backwards a bit, forcing Alastor to move. 

“It’s okay, you’re doing great. It’s okay.”

He kept his gaze firmly locked on Alastor as he scooted further back. There was something almost akin to panic in Alastor’s eyes as they held Vox’s gaze, but Vox did his best to be calm and reassuring and soothing. Eventually, it had to rub off on Alastor. 

“See? You’re doing great!” he praised again after having moved a few feet and Alastor was still standing. Wobbling and uncertain, but standing nonetheless. 

“Shut up,” Alastor hissed, looking like someone spending all of his energy focusing on staying standing. His cheeks were burning red, his eyes wide open, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. I’m being serious, believe it or not.”

They continued like that for a little while; Vox skating backwards and forcing Alastor to move as well. It was utterly clumsy and without elegance or grace, but Vox didn’t care. He was just happy - thrilled - that he got to do this with Alastor. 

As they went, Vox gave him tips and advice on how to move his feet and how to keep his posture. He wasn’t sure how much of it he retained, but he could see improvement after just a couple of rounds on the ice rink. He made sure to let Alastor know that his posture was improving and that his steps seemed to become more confident. Alastor glared at him, but Vox liked to think it was all a façade. 

Not that it mattered all that much, though. He got to be close to Alastor, didn’t he? And really, wasn’t that the stuff dreams were made of? 

“Okay, Al, you’re doing really great now. I feel confident in letting---”

“You are not letting go,” Alastor hissed immediately, clinging even harder to Vox’s arms, to the point that Vox had to stop himself from wincing. 

“You’ll be fine,” he promised.

“Vox, no,” Alastor continued, “you are not letting go so soon, you slimy little---”

“I’ll cut you a deal.”

“...” His ears perked adorably. 

“If you fall on your pretty ass, which I know you won’t, I will refrain from being smug and snarky about my superiority for a whole weekend at a time of your choosing.”

“You’re not superior, though.”

Vox rolled his eyes. 

“Look, do you want me to hold on or not?” 

“Do you want me to bully you around and prove how you’re inferior to me?” Alastor retaliated, even as he hesitantly loosened his grip on Vox's forearms. Now it was Vox’s turn to blush, but he played it cool with a little scoff. 

“As if you could.”

They glared at each other for a moment before Alastor let go of Vox’s sleeves. Very slowly, and very hesitantly, until they were only connected by Vox’s fingertips on Alastor’s hands. 

“Okay?” Vox asked, looking at Alastor.

He took a shuddering breath but nodded all the same, and Vox was filled with a bizarre kind of glee. Seeing The Radio Demon scared was a sight reserved for... hell, he couldn’t think of anyone who had seen Alastor nervous, let alone scared. Well, seen and lived to tell the tale. 

“Okay.”

Vox skated back a few feet, but remained within grabbing distance. Just in case.

Alastor’s knees wobbled, and he flailed wildly with his arms. Vox instinctively reached for him, but he managed to stand upright. Mostly. Well, somewhat. And, when Alastor got his knees under control, and the arm-flailing stopped, and he stood there, completely still, without help, Vox grinned widely at him. Alastor’s eyes were closed tightly. 

“See? I told you you could do it!” 

Alastor opened his eyes and looked around, then at Vox. His heart swelled with the thrilled surprise in his gaze. For just a moment, in this precise moment, Vox could feel his own childlike excitement at doing something all by himself when he had been but a kid. 

“You’re doing great, Al,” he said. Then he gestured to himself, waving a hand. “Now, come on, come to me.”

“Not happening,” Alastor said immediately. “I can’t move ever again.”

“Yes, you can, and yes, you will.”

Alastor shook his head so hard it threatened to disrupt his balance. Vox observed him for a long moment. 

“Alright,” he then said and skated back to Alastor who immediately reached out and clung to him. It was a highly unusual feeling. “It’s okay. I’m still really proud of you, Al.”

“Don’t say that,” Alastor mumbled, ducking his head. Vox stroked a few claws through his hair, carefully avoiding his antlers. They were always very sensitive, and he didn’t want to set off Alastor in any way right now. Maybe later, though...

Alastor instantly relaxed against him, even more so when Vox began petting his hair in earnest. 

“You did do well, Alastor. I’m not patronizing you or anything. I really am proud of you for the progress you’ve made today.” 

Alastor scoffed softly, but didn’t argue any further, so neither did Vox. 

They stood like that until Vox started getting chilly. Then he withdrew his hand, gently cupping Alastor’s cheek. 

“I’m cold,” he said, “do you want to go home?”

“Please,” Alastor mumbled, but didn’t let go. Vox smiled softly. 

“Give me a kiss, and then I’ll get us back.”

Alastor gave a quiet scoff, but nonetheless lifted his head. 

They exchanged a quick, yet surprisingly tender kiss, and as promised, Vox led them both back to the bench. They engaged in a bit of small-talk while they removed their skates and put on their own shoes. 

“Al.”

“Hmm?” Alastor hummed as he grabbed his microphone stand. 

Vox wanted to ask if he had overstepped any boundaries today, but he didn’t want to seem overly concerned. That would ruin his image. Thus, he instead grabbed Alastor’s scarf and hauled him in for another kiss, this one much more like the ones he was used to receiving from Valentino; deep and passionate, verging on being obscene. 

Alastor didn’t do or say anything. He just sat there, rigid. 

When Vox pulled back, he pulled Alastor’s hat onto his head and down over his eyes, laughing as The Radio Demon yelped and grumbled. 

“I love you, Al.”

Alastor snickered as he got his hat - and hair - under control. 

“A terrible decision, really.”

“I know,” Vox grinned as they laced their fingers together and started the walk back home.

[pro-depresanti]

~Valastor Week 2024~

prompt list by @valastorweekofficial

Day 5: Friends and Family

(skipping Day 4 for now because it's still not done and I'm very behind)

Summary: Alastor introduces his boyfriend to his mother. Things go well... mostly!

Setting: 1950s, Living world

Word count: 1587

Warnings: cannibalism, implied murder, murder threats

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"And again. From the top."

"Al, I've got it, I swear." As talkative as Valentino usually was, he'd been repeating that same string of 'rules' for the past hour. He was about to get blisters on his tongue at this point.

Alastor didn't budge. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. Val might be stubborn, but Alastor was more so when he set his mind to something.

This had to be perfect. Flawless. Alastor had already had the very dreadful talk about him having a boyfriend with his mother, and yes, she had taken it pretty well, all things considered. But then she had insisted on meeting said gentleman, which Alastor dreaded even more. So, here they were, a whole day spent tediously teaching Valentino about proper manners, and what not to do.

"Again."

Valentino groaned, his shoulders slumping with the exaggerated gesture. "I refer to her as 'ma'am', no innuendos, no cursing, no mention of anything sexual, no shouting, no complaining, no elbows on the table. I am allowed to only kiss you on the cheek and hold your hand. I eat all the food in front of me, even if I don't like it. I offer my help to clean up after dinner, your mother will decline, I will offer again and get to it."

"And?" Alastor added, tapping his foot.

The other man took a deep breath. "I wear a shirt – buttoned all the way up, and long pants that aren't too tight. Tied up hair, no flashy jewelry. Oh, and no shades."

Finally, Alastor smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Perfect. You'll do great."

"I hope so."

Well, Alastor had done all he could, he wasn't a magician. Except one thing. As he walked out of Val's house, he stopped at the door, holding out his hand to feel the wind. "It's a bit chilly today."

Valentino didn't miss a beat as he grabbed his signature red coat from the hanger, holding it up so Alastor could slip it on. "Here. Can't have you catching a cold."

Alastor suppressed a grin as he took the coat, then folded it over his forearm. As if he would let himself be seen wearing that in public. Inside closed doors, sure, the thing was comfortable and soft, but he had an image to keep. "Thanks. You can have it back after tomorrow."

Valentino blinked back quickly. "Wait–"

"You think I'm trusting you to not wear this in front of my mother?"

Valentino scoffed. "But it's my style. It's me!"

"You look like a pimp with it."

"That's the point!"

Alastor looked up, his eyes glinting in that dangerous way Val knew it meant business. "You can have it after tomorrow. I promise I'll keep it safe and sound."

"But–"

"Bye bye. Be there at seven, sharp." Alastor waved goodbye as he walked out, leaving no space for arguing.

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Alastor could vividly remember his first radio show, the anxiety that bordered fear, the anticipation, how tight his smile had been. That had been nothing compared to how nervous he was now, bouncing his leg and twirling his fingers as he waited. Time didn't seem to be moving fast enough for his liking. Surely Val wouldn't be late. He couldn't be late. But what if something had happened on his way here, what if–

The knock on the door had him jump in his seat. Luckily, his mother couldn't see him from where she was in the kitchen. Still, she instantly heard the firm knock and walked up swiftly into the hallway, Alastor following suit.

He got it. He could do it. So could Val. It would all be fine.

The woman slung the door open, a warm smile on her lips. Alastor breathed out in relief as he set eyes on Valentino. There he was, with his hair pulled into a low ponytail without a single strand out of place, ironed lavender shirt, cream colored dress pants, and perfectly polished black shoes. No hat with obnoxious feathers, no over the top make-up, no jewelry except a small hoop earring. Alastor honestly wouldn't be able to recognize him if he saw him on the street without doing a double take.

"Good evening, ma'am," Valentino greeted, bowing his head lightly. "It's a pleasure meeting you."

She nodded down in return. "Evening , dear. Valentino, if I'm not mistaken? Alastor has told me so much about you." She held out her hand for a handshake as she introduced herself, then took a step back. "Come in, don't be shy."

Alastor shot Val one last look of 'don't mess this up' as he waited for him to take his shoes off.

Valentino promptly side-eyed him, and without missing a beat said, "you've got a lovely home, ma'am."

"Oh, thank you," she responded as she led the way to the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable, food will be ready in a minute."

"Anything I could help with?"

"No need, dear. Alastor will set the table."

Valentino sat down, awkwardly looking around as Alastor and his mother maneuvered around each other in the relatively small room. They must have done this before, time and again, cooking together, tidying up afterwards. Fuck, he wasn't getting sentimental over stupid shit like this.

Not even five minutes later and Val was presented with a steaming plate of food that smelled so delicious he was barely containing himself to not dive straight in. Homemade meals weren't exactly in his diet, except for the times Alastor would cook something for them.

"Thank you for the meal, ma'am," he said quickly. "It looks fu– fantastic." No cursing.

"Dig in, then. I hope it's up to your liking."

Val took a bite, already used Alastor's decently good cooking, but that was something else. Hot, spicy, perfectly salted, just absolutely delicious. He said as much once he swallowed, going in for another bite.

"So, Valentino, darling, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living and such?"

And now the questioning Alastor had warned him about started. "I'm in the film industry, mostly director, sometimes script writer, other times I cast the actors, whatever is needed." Which, neither of those was a lie per say, but he decided to omit the details.

"How lovely, such a creative mind you have, no wonder you and Al are getting along. And how did you two meet, actually?"

"It's not very interesting of a story, if I'm being honest," was the answer he gave, spearing the truth of 'I saw Alastor in the forest throwing a corpse into the river while I was surveilling for a location to shoot a porno, one thing let to another, and here we are, going on four years strong and counting.'

He went with the story he and Alastor had rehearsed, "we ran into each other in a bookshop, and got to talking about Jane Austen," which was, by absolute coincidence and totally not intentionally picked, the woman's favorite author. "We hung out a few times and finally I decided to ask Al on a date, and the rest is history." He finished the rant by leaning in and kissing Alastor on the cheek, lightly and cute and totally casual.

In all honesty, Valentino hadn't expected the dinner to go so well. No slip ups happened on his end, his jokes were all well timed, and Alastor's mother even offered to teach him how to cook sometime.

And as intrigued, Valentino insisted on helping clean up afterwards, so he ended up in the drying the dishes position while Alastor's mother washed them, and Alastor was sweeping the floor. Alastor had mentioned that his mother would most likely try to adopt Val, but he hadn't expected to be welcomed so warmly–

"Oh, and Valentino," the woman said abruptly, rinsing up a knife. "I almost forgot." She turned to face the man, smile so akin to Alastor's grin it was unnerving. "If you ever even think about hurting my son, I'll find you, gut you, make you into sausages, and use your bones for soup. Are we clear, darling?"

Valentino certainly should have been more terrified. Well, at least now he knew the murderous tendencies ran kn the family. Still, without skipping a beat, he answered, "Yes, ma'am," even though he wouldn't like to admit that his voice shook, "I wouldn't even dream of it."

The woman smiled, and while standing on her tip-toes, reached up and patted Val on top of his head with the hand that was still holding the knife. "Lovely, my dear. Keep that up and I won't have to serve you as a stew. And thank you so much for the help! You're welcome any time you'd like."

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"Alastor?"

"Yes, dear?"

"What did I eat yesterday?"

"Jambalaya."

"You know what I mean."

"I certainly don't."

Valentino palmed his forehead. "Al. Did I eat human meat?"

"I believe you've eaten quite the assortment of humans, dear."

Valentino was more shocked from the innuendo coming from Alastor than the possibility of unintentionally consuming a human. "That's not what I mean and you know it!"

Alastor stared him in confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Valentino grabbed Alastor by the shoulders. "Alastor. What was the meat in the dish your mother served me yesterday?"

"Human? Wasn't it obvious? Why do you think our cooking is so good?"

Our?! As in, Alastor's cooking too?! The one he had been feeding Val for the last four years?!?!

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Author's note: hey, Day 4 has been kicking my ass, but I'm working on it! I haven't written smut in years, I'm pretty out of shape.

[valentinoappreciator]

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss fic masterlist

I know that literally NO ONE has asked, but here's a masterlist of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss fics + drabbles I've written so far c: I'll try to update it as more fics / drabbles see the light of day!

All of the links leads to AO3, and (almost) everything is rated E for EXPLICIT!

UPDATED 20 / 12 / 2024

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Hazbin Hotel fics

There's a First Time for Everything (Vox x Alastor) (NOT EXPLICIT!!! a shocker, i know) (first time ice skating, kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, implied Valastor and staticmoth and all of them together) (2.8k words)

A Prize Grander Than Life (Valentino x gender neutral reader) (consensual, shoe / boot worship, blowjob, verbal humiliation) (2.5k words)

You Are Special (to me) (Vox x female OC) (consensual, wire play, dirty talk, vaginal sex, soft Vox) (7k words)

Sinful Habits (Vox x Valentino) (mildly dubious consent, snuff, rape, AU of an AU) (3.3k words)

From Rags To Riches (Valentino x Vox) (trans!VoxVal, consensual, first time cunnilingus, mentioned / referenced rape, soft Vox, soft Valentino) (7.6k words)

Una Hermosa Noche (Valentino x female reader) (dub-con, cannibalism, graphic violence, love confessions, soft Valentino) (4.6k words)

Rotten Apples For A Rotten Basket (Vox x Valentino) (consensual, first time bottoming, bottom Vox, top Valentino, daddy kink) (8.3k words)

Tonight I'm Saying Goodbye Valentino (Vox x female OC) (consensual, implied / referenced non-con, implied / referenced abuse, soft Vox, Vox is not a jerk in this one, semi AU?, Vox and Angel get along well) (17k words) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Gagged and Chained (Valentino and Vox x female reader) (mildly dubious consent, erotic electrostimulation, threesome (FMM), daddy kink, gags, restraints, a side dish of Vox x Val) (3.8k words)

Blood and Bandages (Valentino x female OC (not mine, but used with permission)) (graphic depictions of violence, self harm, suicide attempt, blood play, unconscious sex, semi-soft Valentino, hopeful ending) (2.5k words)

Waterboarded by Your Pimp (Valentino x female reader) (extremely dubious consent, drowning / waterboarding, snuff film) (1.5k words)

A Butterfly And A Bat Walk Into A Bar... (Valentino x female OCs) (cannibalism, blood and gore, sort of threesome (FFM)) (2450 words)

As the sun sets on your mortal, the moon will shine on your afterlife (Valentino x female OC) (non-con / non-con elements, drug use, fat shaming, forced prostitution, happy ending) (19k words) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

A Shocking Outcome (Valentino and Vox x female reader; Vox x Val) (consensual, hypnotism, multiple orgasms, boss / employee relationship) (3k words)

What's Another Inch Moved If It's With You? (Valentino and Alastor x female OC) (consensual, cannibalism, threesome (FMM), knife play, deranged Valentino and Alastor) (5.8k words)

Step And Spit On Me (Valentino x female reader) (consensual, trampling, being spat on) (1.5k words)

Out of the ashes; into the fire (Valentino x female reader) (non-con, aphrodisiacs) (4.3k words)

Hazbin Hotel drabbles

Drabble 1 - Squirting (Valentino x female reader) (squirting) (1k words)

Drabble 2 - Cockwarming (Valentino x female reader) (cockwarming) (2.2k words)

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[pro-depresanti]

~Valastor Week 2024~

prompt list by @valastorweekofficial

Day One: Fake Dating

Summary: Valentino needs to crash a wedding. Alastor has an idea. Sprinkled in background Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop Owner

Setting: Modern times, Living world

Word count: 976

Warnings: implied murder

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"Excuse me, I don't think I heard you correctly. What did you just say?!"

Working in a flower shop had caused Alastor to hear many, many, many strange requests – how to say 'suck my dick, you fucking asshole' in flower language, what to grind up to make poison, why did a plant die when it had been kept in a dark basement, and such. But 'Can you come to a wedding with me', had to be the weirdest one.

Well, Valentino was a strange man in his own right. Owner of the tattoo studio opposite the flower shop, coming in occasionally to browse around or ask about flowers with certain meaning for a tattoo he was designing. Alastor had had quite a few conversations with the man, but he wouldn't call him anything beyond an acquaintance, a work neighbor if you will.

Valentino palmed his forehead and groaned. "My ex is getting married, but we decided to remain friends, so he invited me to the wedding and I can't go alone, so could you pretend to be my date for a few hours?"

Alastor blinked quickly, trying to catch the metaphorical thread of the story and how all of it had anything to do with him. "Care to elaborate a bit more on that? Or why you're asking me?"

"Well, " he gestured vaguely around himself, ever the animated character, and Alastor could clearly see the frustration growing, "all my other options are either already going to said wedding, or declined, and you're the last person left, and if you refuse too, I'll look like a lonely loser and–"

"And that ex of yours, that's supposedly a friend, wouldn't find it suspicious that you randomly got a partner?"

Valentino shook his head confidently. "We have barely talked in the last five years, it will be fine. So, what do you say? Free food, free drinks, some change of scenery."

Alastor wasn't the type to get hyped over such gatherings. Plus, knowing Valentino, the kind of people he'd be friends with weren't his type of company. "I'll consider it."

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"– and she's, what, half his age? That stuck up prick doesn't deserve to marry such a woman, I'm telling you! She's just doing it for the money, which is fine and all, but Vox doesn't deserve her!"

Somewhere along the way, Valentino had started hanging out in Alastor's shop on a regular basis. At first with the pretext of needing some peace and quiet to draw, then to ask for featback on his designs, then to bring Alastor coffee as thanks and have a small talk.

In reality, Alastor thought the reason was so someone can listen to Valentino's temper tantrums. Which is exactly what he was doing now. Not like Alastor minded that much, per say, but the conversation was more often than not one sides.

"– so I was thinking, 'Hey, why don't I just crash the wedding?'. Ruin the cake, or something."

If Alastor had motor control of his ears, they would have perked up. He put down the bouquet and turned around to face Valentino, who was currently in his usual spot on the wooden bench by the shop window, sketchbook in hand. The artist wasn't even looking at him, instead scribbling down something with enough force to tear holes though the page.

"You really want to ruin the wedding?"

"Well, yes. Obviously," Valentino replied mindlessly. "No, the cake won't be sufficient enough. And it would be too obvious."

"I think I have an idea."

At that, Valentino finally looked up. "I'm all ears."

Alastor grinned. "When and where's the wedding taking place?"

"Why?" Good question.

"You still need a plus one?"

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Alastor wasn't that big on physical contact. It wasn't exactly aversion, but he would never initiate it first. So walking around exchanging pleasantries with strangers, while having elbows locked with someone a bit more than a stranger, wasn't his cup of tea.

Still, he was a good performer, so was Valentino. They had run through Alastor's yes's and no's beforehand, and thank God they had, because Valentino would have had them exchanging tongues to make it more convincing. Compromises were made, a lot on Valentino's side, considering it was no secret the man had lost his shame years ago.

But, overall, Alastor wasn't hating this. The open bar certainly helped. Plus, the nasty looks they were getting were to die for – Alastor with his cream (but not white enough to be considered outright disrespectful) dress shirt, and Valentino's matching pants. Plus, the obnoxious amount of gold jewelry and the fluffy collared coat, easily drew too much attention to the tattoo artist.

Delightful. Absolutely delightful. Alastor should have gone to more doomed weddings. And they hadn't even gotten to the best part yet!

Alastor could see Velvette, the bride, running around frantically, at first nervously whispering, but now full on shouting as to the whereabouts of the priest. Vox was torn between trying to calm her down and screaming into his phone, trying to call anyone and everyone to hopefully figure out what the issue was.

Alastor could tell them right now. Not his exact whereabouts though, the river was quite unpredictable this time of year, the mangled body could have been floating anywhere. The other parts of him, meat and teeth, were in Alastor's freezer and basement respectively.

In the chaos, Valentino pulled Alastor to the side. "So, are you finally going to tell me your plan?"

Alastor shrugged. "As you can see, the wedding won't take place. Not today, at least."

Valentino sighed. "Until they find the guy. Then what?"

"The priest isn't coming," Alastor replied with a shrug. "Now, can we go get another round of drinks, I'm getting thirsty."

"You–" Valentino stammered, "you–" he took in a deep breath. "Alastor, what did you do to the priest?"

No answer. The flower shop owner was already heading to the bar.

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Author note: I'm not proud of this one lol. I could do better but I'm a bit busy with exams and procrastinated hard. Also, this is my first ever daily challenge and first time writing for those two so I'm still figuring out their voices, I'm trying my best😭😭😭