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Welcome to the new hub/solo blog of @helluvabitchx and @helluvabastardx, please ⟳ or ♥ if you're interested in writing with a Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel Multimuse

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Welcome to the new hub/solo blog of @helluvabitchx and @helluvabastardx, please ⟳ or ♥ if you're interested in writing with a Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel Multimuse

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From the ashes a phoenix rises. All of my helluva boss and Hazbin hotel muses can be found at @helluvahotelx from now on, it's not set up yet but I'm slowly working on that. For now all rules and muses from both blogs will stay the same

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not gonna lie, i've been thinking abt moving my two hazhot/HB blogs into one on a seperate account

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He's awake, sipping at.....What seems to be coffee? Maybe coffee? Oh dear. What is in that cup?

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"You wanna know about Val?"

Angel paused, walking over to a chair and climbing into it. Crossing one leg over the other as he sat. Sighing as he picked at some fluff that had gathered on his shirt. Letting it fall to the ground. What could he tell that wouldn't make him look like.....Who he was?

Bad press wouldn't be good for business, after all....If Angel told the truth, what would come back to him? How would he be punished? He took a breath, as he finally started to talk again.

"I mean, he's a porn director, and his films sell like hotcakes."

Asmodeus smiled, gesturing for Angel to follow him. "Wonderful! Right this way," he announced. The Sin turned and began heading in the direction of his office. He paid little mind to the patrons that turned to watch him as he led Angel through the busy club.

Once they actually made it to his office, Asmodeus was quick to dismiss the succubus standing outside. He turned back to Angel, folding his arms politely behind his back. "Make yourself comfortable! I'm interested in knowing a bit more about your boss, hm?"

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Angel kept his hands over his eyes, wiping away his tears after a moment, shaking as he held onto Lucifer. Every word felt like honesty, but yet, still held a sting to them. A sting he knew he was putting on them, but it still hurt. He whimpered, leaning into his touch. It was soft. Everything felt right. Yet so wrong.

He knew Lucifer was being honest, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it. He liked him around too, even if he felt awful he was getting the other man soaking wet. No one had been this close to him except Cherri before. The complications of him being Charlie's dad too....

It didn't matter, did it? Even if this was fake, he should just, let it be. Enjoy the falsities, but it was so hard. Maybe if he just, let himself think there was a catch all. If he leaned into his thoughts that it was too good, he could enjoy the now. If he just let himself believe he'd hurt him, he could have the good.

"Then don't you dare let me fucking go, asshole."

Lucifer was perfectly agreeable to being moved about by Angel, just like every time before now he let Angel just...put him where Angel wanted him to be. No fuss, only doing enough to make it as easy as possible for Angel to maneuver him. Once laying down, he wrapped his arms around the spider once more, holding Angel tight.

He let Angel sob onto him. His clothes were getting wet, but it didn't matter. Clothes were just clothes, he could change or just let it dry later. When Angel spoke through tears, with words full of sorrow and pain, just squeezed Angel a little, to comfort, then he responded. Calmly, and quietly. Just loud enough that Angel could hear his words over the tears.

"Tell you what, Angel? That I'm leaving? That I'm just like Val, using you for something? That I'm a horrible, awful man, and about to crush your heart?" One of Lucifer's hands went up to pet Angel's head, much like Angel did to him not all that long ago. When this all first began.

"I'm not leaving. And I...I can't promise whatever this is will be perfect, because I'm not perfect. Shit, I'm really far from perfect. And you aren't perfect either, we're both kinda...fucked up. And it sucks. But maybe we could be...kinda fucked up together? I like being around you, I like having you here. Even now, I'm laying here, getting fucking soaked by your tears and I'm just...grateful. Grateful to be allowed to hold you, to comfort you, to be here when you need someone."

"Because...I don't know...it's nice to feel wanted. And you make me feel wanted, so I just...want to let you know that I want you too. Fuck, I'm really, really bad at this."

"But...just...I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving until you decide you're finished with me, then I'll go. I'll go when you break my heart, not the other way around. I can tell that you're...really messed up about this, and scared, and upset, and afraid to let yourself be wanted in a way that isn't really fucked up. So I can...I will be patient. And I'll be right here the whole time, to reassure you that you are wanted. That you are loved."

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Angel brought his upper arms up to his eyes, as he was squeezed, Why did he know just what to do? Was this some ploy? Nothing ended up right. It was just not in the cards. Was this some illusion? A fake version of the royal, that would inevitably bring him back to Earth, break him so bad, he couldn't get put back together?

His bottom arms tightened on the man once more, starting to sob openly, letting out choked whimpers. Once the tears started, they just didn't stop. He laid down with the other, carefully placing him onto his side so he could keep him in his arms. Accidentally knocking poor Patrick onto the floor, as he did so. Moving his head down, so that it was resting on Lucifer's chest.

"What....What's the catch here?! When is this going to implode? When am I getting hurt, in either sense of the fucking word? Why aren't you leaving?!"

He nuzzled his head into the older male's chest, shaking as tears stained the fancy clothes that the fallen angel wore. He was ready, ready for Lucifer say he was leaving. That he'd had enough in this short time. Everyone had enough eventually, if they weren't there to use him. Which most were.

"I can fucking take it! So just tell me!"

Lucifer squeezed Angel back, trying to offer comfort. He wasn't too sure what to do beyond hold Angel. Angel hadn't said a word in a while by now, and that's when he felt tears. Oh no. He didn't think it was something he did...right? Maybe not? Maybe he did do something? Shit, he didn't know what happened. Angel seemed...well not at all fine, but not crying, just a moment ago. Lucifer let Angel cry.

Maybe crying was what Angel needed? Maybe to cry, and to be held and cared for would be what was needed. So Lucifer squeezed just a little more, curled up in Angel's arms, warm and comfortable and most certainly getting soaked with tears...but he didn't leave. He has no intention of leaving. Not now. Not later.

They'd only had a few days of time, but already he thought they were quite close. He liked Angel. A lot. And he wasn't planning on just bailing when shit gets hard, he did that one too many times already. He wasn't doing the 'shitty partner' act on Angel.

Lucifer said nothing for a long time, just let Angel cry on him, squeeze him tight, and let all of...whatever he was feeling out. He knew it sucked to bottle things away, so maybe after a good cry and a cuddle Angel would talk about what was going on in his head. Lucifer would be patient, not pry too much, back off if he thought it was needed. He couldn't do a lot of Angel, but he could do this.

And maybe it would be enough.

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Angel chuckled at the king pushing the plush away. It was nice, having someone to just hold him. Though, he honestly was expecting the moment to end any second now. After all, if something was too good to be true, it probably fucking was. It'd lead to extra work maybe....Another film day like what he had on Valentines...Something had to give.

This wasn't going to last, and he tried to cling to the sense that it could, the sense that the king actually cared....Every time it was strengthened, it was like his own subconscious was beating it back, trying to bring him back to reality. Some days it felt like Angel couldn't tell what reality was, though. His chest felt tight, and his grip on the fallen angel tightened along with it. Tears forming in his eyes.

He held onto the other the same way, glad his face was buried in his body. Glad he wouldn't see the turmoil, it'd be selfish to bring someone else down with him. His stomach turning and twisting as his mind went to all the ways this could go wrong. How it could end with a death, or a broken heart, or false hopes shattered on the ground. He'd already tried to walk away once, and he'd just ended up cuddling with him. Getting a gift, that he didn't deserve.

Something that meant so much had no right being in his room, but he couldn't give it back. Then what little good he could see would be gone forever. If he shoved Lucifer away, Angel knew it would hurt him, but would it save him in the long run? He said he'd do something about Val if Angel asked, but he didn't think he'd ever have the strength to ask.

Even if he gained the strength, what would happen after? Would Val hunt him down, if he did get free of his contract? Would he be hurt, in ways he couldn't even think of in the moment. Would his body be found in an alleyway? Would Lucifer be the one to find him? He's sure Val would manage something like that. His body started to shake slightly, as the tears kept falling. Fuck.

Lucifer didn't resist any of Angel's handling of him, he's not afraid of being hurt. He's been pulled around, carried, and held before. Perks of being short. He did, however, snuggle right up to Angel when the spider pulled him into the others lap and held. He didn't think he ever had anyone hold him like this. Sure, he's been held plenty, but not like this.

This was much softer, and the petting hair thing was new to him, too. He wasn't complaining though, he just curled up with Angel, and quietly looked up at the spider with a tiny smile, and adoration in his eyes.

Unsaid words.

Some things didn't need to be said, some things were best unspoken, best when told through actions. Lucifer opted to push poor Patrick the plushie duck away, off his lap, in favor of just curling up against Angel, and wrapping arms around the spiders midsection.

"Kinda hard to be present for a guy you didn't even meet...sure glad you're here now. It's...better to hold a person than a plushie."

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"Am I okay? Yeah I'm fuckin' okay. Nights just started, and I'm already fuckin' drunk!"

Angel smirked, shrugging and ordering another shot. Not concerned about how destructive his behavior looked to outsiders. It was always a lot for the uninitiated to who he was. So why should he care about what they thought.

"We're in Hell, bud, live a little!"

The way this guy went from asking to fuck, to immediately downing alcohol was a tad bit concerning. He didn't really get much to drink himself even though he was here too. It's just the noise of everything going on was better than spending time alone at his house.

...Still. Maybe he should say something?

✥✧∘* "...Are you like--okay? Cause you just got here, and you're hittin' it hard already."

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Alastor was the last person he'd expect to have a pet. It being dangerous made sense, but....The fact he had one at all was surprising. He paused, petting Fat Nuggets a little more. "Just, uh....Give me a moment." He mumbled, walking to his room and placing the pig in his room. Telling him to wait for him, before closing the door and walking back to Alastor. "You have a pet?"

✘ - " Cheesy? Well no I don't think it's cheesy, even I have a pet. " But he couldn't expect Angel Dust to know that. He was a private man after all, not really giving too much of himself away to others. "That's another reason to keep your pig creature safe- wouldn't want my pet getting near yours if I am not there.." It wasn't a threat, it was just a fact. Dusky would eat the pig left unattended by anyone.

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Angel listened, one hand going to rest on Lucifer's, and gripping it gently. Wanting to reassure him that he cared, rubbing the back of his companions hand. He was....What he needed. Someone who cared enough to say it. He didn't want to fall into it, his heart was already so bruised. This had to be too good to be true.

There had to be a catch. He pulled his hand away, before looking over at the King, noticing how he'd curled up. He paused, before taking him into his arms, moving the royal onto his lap, and wrapping his middle set of arms around him. He would let him ramble, petting his hair.

For someone so high and mighty, he was more human than any other Angel probably ever could be. He was emotional, he had ebbs and flows, just like any sinner down here. There was no sense of holier than thou, that Angel could see. He looked over at the duck plush, and moved it onto the kings lap.

"Yeah? Well, I'm glad he was there for you, while I couldn't be...."

His stomach twisted a bit as he said that, it was so painfully cheesy. Out of all the things he could've said....He sighed softly, closing his eyes before he rested his head on top of Lucifer's. Just sitting with him, and letting all the feelings he didn't feel he could say be felt instead. Tugging the king closer, and nuzzling the top of his head gently.

Relief floods him, Angel wasn't immediately lashing out, or insisting on putting up a massive wall between them like he feared.

"Oh, that's good. Thought I was fucking it all up again. Knowing me, it's only a matter of time, though." He didn't say it, but the unspoken implication hung heavy in his mind. 'Everyone hates me eventually.' That sentence rung so true in his mind that it hurt. Stung worse than anything.

At least for now, Angel didn't hate him.

"Yeah, I know. We just met. Just started hanging out. All that stuff. But it's...stupidly easy for me to care. Maybe it's because I'm lonely, or a moron. Or both. But I do care, I care a lot. It's hard for me to not care. It's hard to not make a connection with someone who actually...returns it. I...don't think I'm making much sense."

"Bottom line is, I like you. I want to spend more time with you. However you want that time to be spent, it's your call. I'm just happy you let me hang around." Lucifer pulled his legs up, knees to his chest. Probably making him self look a lot smaller than normal when curled up into a ball.

"Glad you like the duck. His name is Patrick. He's been around since my wife life, kind of really stupid, but he's been my only 'friend' for close to seven years now. I thought you might like something to hold...it's comforting to have something to hold when you're sad."