#damnit vee

[ticklishthoughts1]

The rabbit hole

okay so some of my friends in this community are capable of making either my Lee or ler moods (primarily my ler moods) SO fuckin intense-

but like, but like, because I’m a tease by nature, I always drag them down with me, and it ends up being this double flustered rabbit hole no matter who is in what mood-and like, NONE of the people I’m talking about heard this, if you did you fuckin didn’t……………

BUT DAMN IT IS SO FUN-

Especially with this one person who we’ll just call ‘Neutron Star’ for the sake of this post, sweet baby Jesus they’re such a cute Lee, but somehow they’re a cuter ler?! I don’t giggle a lot period but they make me giggle randomly and it’s great, it really is. I don’t think they’re even aware how switchy they make me dawg T^T

It’s not like they’re the only ones I rabbit hole with but they’re one of the most flustering (I say ONE OF because of the existence of a certain Rez and gray but shhh y’all can keep secrets right? Right)

yeah so I’ve just kinda been didhekdnwkvnsn

[some-bunniii]

My Charming Red Savior [1]

・❥ You’re harassed by a man following you down the street. Luckily, a rather smiley demon swoops in and claims to be your husband.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

x: no use of y/n. i said this was going to be short and I lied, it’s about 6k words.

warnings: mild swearing

Warning! Battery at 1%! Device will power down in 3..

You stared down at the phone in your hands as the message lit up on the screen. Eyes widening, you quickly tapped the screen, trying to bypass the pop-up and get another glimpse at the digital map you were using. 

2…

“Hold on now! Just let me see where I'm going, please!” You begged the small device, your grip tightening around it as you tried to figure out what direction you needed to go. 

1..

You peered around the small pop-up. Okay.. Pete Ave was that way, which meant you needed to take a right after the stoplight and go-

Device powering down! Have a nice day :) 

“Damnit!” You growled as the screen flashed once, and then faded to black. You squeezed your eyes shut, face lifted to the sky as you took a deep breath to center yourself.

“Move it, won’t ya?” A demon woman chastised as she hurried around you. Lowering your head, you realized you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, your spot interrupting the flow of pedestrian traffic. Quickly, you backpedaled until your back hit a brick wall of a building. 

It was getting late in Pentagram City, and that meant you needed to hurry to get to your friend's place before the worst inhabitants of Hell came crawling out. 

She had just gotten married and moved into a rather quaint little home, and you were very happy for her. You had not seen it yet, just in pictures she had shown you on her phone and the one time you drove past it.

“Oh, pleaseeee won’t you come over tonight? I can’t wait to show you all the renovations we’ve done! It looks so much better since we bought it.” She had begged over the phone that afternoon. 

You had stood there, your nails clicking against the countertop in your kitchen as you thought. You had nothing important going on, just some light cleaning and shopping. What was the harm in going over there and visiting? 

“Okay, sure. Yeah, I can come over.” You finally spoke.

“Ahh! I’m so excited, we’ll have a big dinner and everything. I can even rent a movie for us to watch, what are you into again? Those sappy romance flicks?”

“Whatever you want to watch, it’s your milestone we’re celebrating. I’m not the one picking.” 

“Geez, you know how hard it is for me to decide things like that! But, i’ll do it. Oh! Before I forget, could you stop by the store on your way and get some Cajun seasoning? It’s for the meal!” 

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.” You had told her, before hanging up. Eyes moving to the clock, you realized you two hours before needing to arrive. Which meant you had to get moving on those dishes and errands. 

It didn’t take long before you were out the door. Wearing a nice outfit and new shoes, you strolled down the street. The digital map on your phone guiding you across the city as you moved.

Being so close to the city center, you didn’t have a personal vehicle. Instead, you took public transport all the way past the Entertainment District, your eyes gazing up at the rather tall VoxTek building as the bus sped by. 

You didn’t know much about the Vees, other than they were very powerful Overlords with a lot of influence in the media industry. In fact, you didn’t know much about Overlords at all. Were they nasty demons? They must be, if they bartered in souls.

But there had to be better ones, right? You knew of the cannibal, Rosie, and despite her, well.. dietary choices, she seemed to be a rather motherly and courteous demon. In such a way that the residents of Cannibal Town held very high regards for her, which proved her ability to lead in a just manner. She couldn’t be the only one with a more ethical moral code.

Your mind lingered on that train of thought, before you were pulled back into reality by the bus driver’s call for your stop. Quickly, you had hurried out of the vehicle, before continuing your directed path forward.

You arrived at the large storefront, a cozy cottage-like building that whispered of deliciousness as the scents of spices and other meal-making goods wafted through the open door. 

Taking a step inside, you quickly darted through the aisles, searching for the Cajun seasoning. What was your friend making tonight? You weren’t too familiar with these kinds of ingredients. Hopefully, it was going to be tasty.

When you found it, you turned it in your hands, inspecting the product. Yep, you’ve never seen this before in your life. 

After paying for the item, you quickly departed. Your next destination set on your phone.. but not for long.

Just a few more blocks, and you’d have been welcomed by the two love-birds with open arms. A nice, hot meal and a good movie to finish the night. 

Except, how were you supposed to get there now?!

Your phone was useless, and the digital displays around you showed nothing but advertisements and the latest news. 

Frantically, you looked around for any familiar landmarks, hoping to rely on your memory to guide you. But the streets of Pentagram City, with their twisting alleys and repetitive buildings, all looked eerily similar in the dimming red light of dusk.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you tried to recall the route from memory. Pete Avenue, right after the stoplight, then… was it a left or a right at the next intersection? You berated yourself for not doing a better job at memorizing the way before you left.

Turning, you raised a fist at the VoxTek HQ building, cursing them for your suffering. Stupid technology and their shitty battery life.

Slowly, you started walking again. Past the neon signs beckoning you to take a glance at what they had to offer, past the girls on the corner who were calling out to you to come have a ‘good time’.

Sometimes, you wished you had someone else to lend a hand at times like these. But, your heart and your home were unimaginably lonely when it came to a romantic partner. It was something that others around you couldn’t stop pestering you about.

“You really need to get out more,” another friend of yours had said one day, while you two dined at a cafe, “there’s this new dating app, called ‘Ozzie’s Love Link’. Everybody is buzzing about it. You should totally give it a whirl!” 

You had rolled your eyes at her suggestion, a dating app? Those things were practically a fraud. The demons on there either wanted sex, or their idea of a relationship was twisted and foul. You even had heard stories of people playing into sick traps of the perfect first meet, only to be murdered and left in an alley to rot.

“I want something real, not some.. temporary escape. Have you ever met anyone that’s actually found ‘The One’ through one of those things? And, who knows, maybe the demon of my dreams will just walk right into me one day.” 

She had laughed at your words, holding a hand to her mouth to contain her giggles.

“Oh, you. You’re still hanging on to those silly stories of a Prince Charming, hm? C’mon now, this is the real world. Nobody is going to swoop in and save you, and then fall hopelessly in love with you. That's a fairy tale. You need to put in the effort.”

You shrugged. Maybe, she was right. Maybe, those stories you had digested were just fairy tales, meant to enrapture you with promises of the perfect life. You were in Hell, after all.

‘She just doesn’t understand,’ you reminded yourself, ‘all her relationships have been toxic. She doesn’t know any better.’

You weren’t going to let her judgments get to you, you could live your life however you wanted, with whatever dreams you chose.

As you walked down the bustling streets, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if unseen eyes followed your every move, sending shivers down your spine. 

‘Stop freaking out,’ you told yourself, ‘it’s just your imagination, there’s people all around you. They have their own lives, they’re not watching you.’

Nearing the curb to an intersection, you glanced up at the street sign. Pete Avenue, finally. Now, think. Left? 

Looking left, you peer down the rows of strip clubs and bars. The crowds only got bigger from there, and there seemed to be no residential streets. You turned your head to the right, and it began to branch out into more domesticated buildings and neighborhoods. The farther your gaze traveled, the quieter the sidewalks became.

So, right it is. 

You turned the corner of the block and kept moving, your pace quickening as you checked a large digital clock on the side of a building. It was getting closer to the time you had promised to be there.

But, now where were you supposed to go? You turned your head, until your gaze landed on a small imp standing near an alley, a cigarette between his lips. 

Walking forward, you raised your hand up in greeting. “Excuse me, do you know where Magdalene Drive is, by any chance? I’ve just gotten a little turned around and would greatly appreciate some guidance.” 

The imp regarded you for a moment, his eyes squinted in thought. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled a large breath. A plume of gray smoke vented from his lips, and he coughed harshly.

“Yeah, I do. You see that big statue over there?” He pointed to your left, the cigarette hanging between his fingers.

Turning your head, you leaned slightly backwards. Off in the distance, a large marble statue depicting an unknown owl demon practically glowed against the darker backdrop. It seemed to hold resemblance to an Ars Goetia family member, but you couldn’t put a finger on who. 

“Right when you pass it, take a left. Go two blocks straight, then take another left. One more block, and another right, and you’re on Magdalene Drive.” 

Jeez, that was a lot of directions thrown at you in one sitting. Not wanting to pester the man any further, you waved a thanks and walked away.

How far have you come, exactly? You turned your head behind you, looking down the sidewalk of where you had just come from. Something flickered in your peripheral vision, a dark figure skirting from your gaze. Was someone watching you? 

You shook your head. No, it’s just your imagination. Keep moving.

Slowly, you turned back and started walking. The sidewalks were practically empty now, the glow from the street lamps above you illuminating your path as you strolled up the large statue. 

Twisting your head to get a better look at it, your gaze skimmed across the royal figure. The owl-demon was staring up at the sky, one arm raised with what seemed to be a ball of energy in his grasp. Swirls of gold marble laced the pearly white sphere. He was holding up, like it was an offering to Heaven. 

Maybe, you’d come back later and take a look at the plaque below the statue. There had to be some significance, although you didn’t see yourself as a master of the fine-arts to te-

Crunch

What was that? That sounded like someone crushing a twig beneath their feet. You twisted to face behind you, and saw nothing once more. 

‘Alright, this is getting a little freaky.’

You weren’t going to stop now though, you didn’t want any potential onlookers seeing you stalking the perimeter like a weirdo simply because your paranoia was having you hallucinate things.

Keeping your pace, you took a sharp left on the corner and continued down. How many blocks did that guy say? Two, if you could recall correctly.

That’s how many blocks you traveled, before stopping in your tracks. Which way did he say to go? Right? Left? 

You rubbed your face with a hand, why did you suck so badly with directions?! If only you had charged your phone before you left, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. 

Turning your head, you tried to figure out which way could be the correct one. There was nothing, though. It didn’t remind you of anything you’d seen when you had driven past her house. 

“Hey, you lost?” A gravelly voice came from behind you. Eyes widened, you spun on your heel to face the stranger. He was tall, much taller than you. He sported scars running across his face, one eye half-lidded permanently from some kind of nasty wound. 

He sported a dark leather jacket, with a thin sweater underneath. His hoodie was up, masking most of his features like a shadow. His skin was a dark red, and his eyes were a pale yellow. He seemed to be a Succubus demon, being too large for an imp.

There was no kindness in his tone or in his smile. Your brain screamed danger, you needed to get away from him. Quickly, you shook your head, trying to give him a well-meaning smile. 

“No, i’m not! I’m just uhh- waiting for someone, they’ll be here soon anyway.” 

“People that aren’t lost usually don’t ask strangers on the street for directions,” he chuckled darkly, “why don’t you tell me where you’re trying to go? I can give you a lift.” 

As he closed in, you could smell the bitter taste of alcohol on his breath. You had to steel yourself not to recoil at his looming figure. Widening your smile, you attempted to not display any fear as he got closer.

“No, thank you. I would hate to bother you, my.. partner should be here soon, so you can continue on with your day!” 

“Don’t you know this place ain’t safe for sweet dolls like you to be roaming alone? C’mon, let me take you to where i’m parked, i’m sure you’ll enjoy my company.”

You quickly stepped backwards, trying to widen the distance from this creep. It wasn’t until your back hit the wall of an abandoned storefront, did you realize you were trapped. 

“I said no. I’m not some damsel in distress. Now, if you can excuse me, I need to keep going before it gets too late.” 

You turned away from him, trying to break any kind of contact with the demon. Maybe if you kept your cool, he’d abandon his little mission.

That was until you felt his hand snake around your wrist, his grip tightening and pulling you to face him. In your state of shock, you dropped the bag containing the Cajun seasoning. You tried to tug your wrist free, but his yellow nails were practically digging into your skin, preventing your escape.

“What’s the rush, Doll? Scared i’m gonna bite or something? Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna harm you. I just want to show you a good time.”

Your eyes narrowed, gaze heated at the stranger. You frowned, glimpsing at his hand on your wrist in disgust.

“What are you doing? I don’t want anything to do with you, now let go of m-!” 

“There you are, my dear!” A masculine voice exclaimed next to you. You felt the creep’s grip on your wrist loosen suddenly. His hand yanked away by another, and your gaze traced the light touch of unknown dark-red fingers gently taking your hand instead.

You snapped your head to the unfamiliar voice, taking in the sight of a second demon standing right besides you, a large grin on his face. He was tall, and he stood a little bit higher than the creep in front of you. His hair was styled in a cropped, angled bob, with an odd pinkish-red shade. Two small antlers protruded from the top of his head, and were those.. ears next to them too?

He was dressed rather formally, with a red pin-stripe coat adorned with a large black bow-tie. Over his right eye, you took note of the small oval-shaped monocle. He held a cane, with an odd looking end. The small oval in the center of it reminded you of an eye. He looked very dapper, like he was from a much older era. 

His gaze was soft, as he looked at you. It wasn’t until his eyes snapped to the stranger in front did they take on a cold, dark glare. That smile never faltered, though. 

Who was this guy? Why was he touching you? You felt the need to tear your hand from his grip as well.

Except, when he turned back to you, his eyes sent you a hidden message. Something like, ‘Go along with it, if you want to get rid of him.’

Seeing as you were stuck between two strange demons, with no idea what this new guy had in store for you, maybe it was a good idea to follow his silent command. Your hand went limp in his grip, and the deer demon raised it to his chest, patting it lovingly.

“Goodness, I leave for ten minutes to go pick up your favorite herbal tea and poof, gone! You are a slippery one, my sweet.” Static dripped from his voice, seemingly connected to the cane at his side. Was it some kind of microphone?

“Who are you?” The stalker questioned, backing up a step as he regarded the new face.

The red demon laughed, an audible ‘ha ha’, as if the creep just told a rather good joke. He extended his free hand in greeting, and the succubus only eyed the gesture with suspicion.

“The name is Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir, quite a pleasure. It’s rare for people these days to not recognize my face, although i’m sure it’ll become familiar soon enough.” 

That ‘soon enough’ sounded quite ominous to you. And, was he some kind of celebrity or something? You didn’t remember him from anywhere. 

“Well, do you mind? Me and the lady were in the middle of a conversation.” The succubus retorted, a slight growl in his tone. 

“The better question is, do you mind, my good sir! Here I am, searching for my dear wife, only to see you bothering her on the corner!” 

Wait a second, did this guy just call you his wife? You stood there, shocked, as you listened to the two bicker. Never would you think you’d hear that uttered from a man. 

“Not only that, but touching her without her consent? My word, what degenerate behavior!” The demon, Alastor, continued. He shook his head in disapproval, an audible tsk-tsk coming from his lips.

“There was no harm in it, we were only having some fun. Ain’t that right, Doll?” The stalker turned to you, fire in his gaze as if daring you to speak.

You shook your head, your gaze snapping to Alastor. He watched you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the succubus.

“It seems your mother neglected to instill in you even a modicum of respect. If my wife weren’t here to witness, I'd be more than obligated to educate you on proper decorum.”

Something flickered in the creep’s eyes, and for a moment he looked almost afraid. After a moment, He sneered, eyeing you up and down. "I don't see a ring on her finger."

Alastor smirked, and gently lifted your hand forward for the demon to get a look at. His grin was that of triumph, as though he was showcasing a prized possession. 

Your eyes widened at the sight, a gasp almost escaping your lips. On your finger, was a small gold ring. It was snuggled nicely around your digit, a perfect fit. 

The Succubus leaned in, and so did you. Where the hell did that come from? That was not there a few minutes ago! 

On closer inspection, you noticed something about the small band. Engraved in a tiny rose-gold font, was a single letter.

A.

"There, now do you see?" Alastor's grin widened, his demeanor playful yet menacing. His eyes narrowed, as he waited for the demon's response. You felt the air crackle with some kind of energy, it was dark and cold. The hair on the back of your neck began to stand on its end, like static. Which one of the demons was doing that?

The stalker’s expression shifted from arrogance to confusion, then to frustration. He furrowed his brow, studying the ring intently as if searching for some kind of flaw.

Was he going to try and argue? The proof was there, albeit fabricated. Alastor dropped your hand, and instead snaked his arm around yours, locking you in place. 

There was no argument didn’t, instead, the succubus took another step back. The demon straightened himself and shrugged, like the scene before him was not a bother, like his filthy plan wasn’t thwarted by the appearance of the powerful deer man. 

“Whatever, I ain’t got time for this anyway. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Lovebirds.”

As the man turned away, Alastor’s grin widened as he nodded his head. “Farewell, and may your endeavors be as futile as your manners!”

He turned to you, that dark look gone from his eyes as he gently tugged at your arm, still laced with his. “Now, my dear, shall we continue on our evening stroll?” 

You nodded slowly, and together, the two of you turned away from the creep and began to walk. You had only made it a few steps before you heard the soft knocking of Alastor’s staff hitting the cement walkway. What was he doing?

Behind you, a strangled cry filled the silence, before a loud thump hit your ears. You jolted at the sound, did something just happen? It sounded like someone got hurt! 

Right as you were about to turn your head to look at where the noises had emanated from, Alastor’s head snapped to you and you felt another gentle tug on your arm to turn your attention back to him.

You looked up at him, a smile forming on your lips as your nerves settled. “Thank you, for saving me, kind sir. I could have been a goner.” 

“It was no trouble at all my dear, and please, call me Alastor. I was simply in the neighborhood and couldn’t just stand by and let that rapscallion manhandle you like that! Now, where are we off to, if I might ask?” 

“Oh, well, Magdalene Drive! It’s a house right at the end of a street, my friend's place actually. She’s expecting me for dinner, that’s why I have this bag of…”

You became suddenly aware of the empty feeling in your hand. Did you forget to pick up the seasoning after you dropped it?! You groaned internally, your head hung in defeat. After all that, you didn’t have the one item you had taken this route to get. 

Alastor raised an eyebrow at your reaction, and you quickly explained, “I needed to get Cajun seasoning for the meal they are making, but I dropped it when that.. man was harassing me! I’m terribly sorry, I have to go back and get it.” 

Alastor only smiled, as usual, and shook his head. He waved his hand in a sweeping motion, brushing off your attempt to turn around.

“Nonsense! We don’t need to bother that poor soul any longer. Here, let me give you one from my personal collection!” 

He lifted his free hand, and snapped his fingers. In a flicker of green light, a small spice jar landed in his palm. Your eyes widened, an amused smile gracing your lips as you watched the little trick. That was pretty cool. Was that the same kind of magic he used to secretly place the ring on your finger? 

“Here you are! The best Cajun seasoning you can find in Pentagram City, my personal favorite. I was going to use it for something special, but it seems you are in need of it more than I.”

He lifted his hand toward you, and you took it gratefully. Lifting it to your nose, you inhaled deeply. It was an odd scent, one you couldn’t quite place, but it smelled quite delicious.

“Not many dishes require such flavoring, what is the meal you are having tonight?”

You shrugged, “I'm not really sure, to be honest. She didn’t say.” 

“Hm, a pity. Have you ever tried Jambalaya? It is a rather magnificent dish, my personal favorite actually! My mother was quite the cook, indeed, and her craft would never miss when producing such delicacies.”

“No, I've never tried it before. What does it taste like?”

“It is hard to put a description on it. It’s almost like.. fireworkings popping off in your mouth! Ha ha, that is a good way to put it. You really must try it sometime.” 

You smiled at Alastor as you listened to his words. Perhaps, you would.

“What got you into this pickle, anyway? Surely you didn’t actually feel like taking a stroll so late in the evening, hm?” He questioned as the two of you continued your pace, “a pretty face like yours will cause quite the stir amongst the filthy rats that like to inhabit this place.”

“Oh, well, I was using my phone for directions. It died on the way here, unfortunately I'm not familiar with this area and couldn’t find my way forward.”

His words finally processed in your brain. Did he just call you pretty? You didn’t get to think about that for much longer as his static-laced voice filled the air once more.

“Ah, of course. This new.. modern technology is nothing short of a fraud, if I do say. What ever happened to the old fashioned paper map? If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be so reliant on such faulty equipment.”

“Is that what your staff is? It looks like a microphone.” You said, pointing to the cane in his other hand.

Alastor glanced down to his cane, and then back to you. “Aha, a clever one indeed! Yes, my dear, I use it for my radio broadcasts!”

You perked at that. Radio? You had one of your own at home. Although it was quite dusty, you did occasionally turn it on to see what latest hits were circling around in the music industry.

“You do radio? That’s actually kind of interesting! Do you have a big audience?”

“Yes, indeed! Back when I was at my highest with it, I had many listeners. Unfortunately, my absence from Pentagram City has led to other forms taking the spotlight. I plan on rectifying that once I've settled in. Perhaps, you could listen in as well to see what I have to offer?”

You nodded at that, perhaps, you would listen in. He had a nice, pleasant voice. It felt like you could sit there for hours and just listen to him speak. Even if the words that came from his mouth was nothing but gibberish, you’d still let his voice drown out your thoughts.

“What about you?” The static dripping from his voice causes you to turn your head, “what do you do for a living?” 

“Oh, well, I work at a men’s formalwear store. So, like tuxedos, dress shirts, and all that jazz. I help assist with fittings and greet guests, basically the doorgirl. Nothing too important.” 

His ears perked slightly as he listened, and he turned his head to you. “Well, isn’t that interesting! Just recently, I had an awfully rude encounter with another demon, who had torn a piece of my suit. That slippery little serpent got away before I could.. question him about his antics.” 

“That’s awful! Who was it?” 

Alastor chuckled, rolling his eyes as he recalled the event. “Oh, nobody of importance, I assure you. Just some pretentious upstart fancying himself as an Overlord, with a knack for building rather ghastly creations of destruction. Since that encounter, I've been in the market for a fresh look. If a place of formal employs such splendid characters like you, I think it would be in my best interest to take a look in your establishment for a new coat”

Your eyes widened, he wanted to buy a new suit at your work because.. you were there? How charming.

Taking another glance at him, you realized he was rather good-looking. His red hair popped out against his much paler skin, it shined against the streetlights above. It looked rather silky and smooth, like you could comb them with your fingers and not find a single knot. 

And those ears? They were pretty cute, actually. They stuck up from his head, and every so often they would twitch or shrivel in the direction of sudden noises. They seemed so soft too, would they feel as good as they looked if you were to squish them between your fingers?

He was a well-mannered gentleman, a pretty rare specimen in Hell. Not only that, but he stepped in to defend you from that creep when he could have simply walked by. He didn’t, and that made your cheeks heat up. Especially with the fact he called you his wife, instead of something simpler like ‘friend’.

What about when he called you pretty? Did he actually mean that? You never regarded yourself as such, but if Alastor thought that, maybe you cou-

“Is this the house?” Alastor’s words pulled you back into reality. You blinked, before looking up at the pale blue cottage snuggled nicely between two large Victorian homes. The talks you were having must have kept you from noticing the large distance.

“Yes! This is the place!” You exclaimed happily, finally, you were here. You turned to him, before looking down at your arm, still laced with his. Slowly, you pulled your arm free. The cold that replaced his touch was unwelcomed. Which felt odd to you, why did you want him touching you still? 

You had only just met him, but perhaps his way of speaking and heroics swooned you enough to miss the warmth of his grasp. Lifting your head to meet his gaze, you tried to see what he was thinking behind that constant smile. 

His eyes were unreadable, but the cold stare he had given the succubus, and to the other onlookers that you had occasionally passed was missing as he looked at you. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, one that was meaningful and true.

“Well, I'm glad I could assist you in finding your way home, my dear. I quite enjoyed our chat, it is refreshing to hear from a new face once in a while. Especially one as eloquent as yours.”

You had to keep yourself from visibly blushing. He really was a gentleman in all regards. You bowed your head respectfully, before meeting his gaze again.

“The only reason why I'm here is because of you, Alastor. Thank you, and I do hope to run into you in the future. Our conversation was very interesting, I'd love to hear more of it sometime.”

He tilted his head at you, as he regarded your words. “Indeed, perhaps we will. Maybe, the next time we cross paths, I can give you a glimpse into my mothers recipe of Jambalaya. I’m sure your friend would be interested in trying something new the next time you sit down for dinner.”

You smiled at him, before waving goodbye. Turning towards the door you lightly rapped your knuckles against its wooden frame. It was then that you realized you never properly introduce yourself.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I never got to tell you, my name is-”

The words halted in your mouth, as you found the space in front of you empty. Alastor had vanished, not a single trace of his presence remained.

He was gone already? Damn, that guy moved quickly. Maybe, he was just a hallucination, a dream too good to be true. You stood there for a moment, before closing your mouth in thought.

Suddenly, the front door was flung open and a hand reached out and grasped your top. You turned your head just as you were yanked inside. Before you had time to blink, the door was slammed shut behind you. The window near it was shielded by curtains in seconds.

In front of you, your friend stood there. She was breathing heavily, a hand to her heart as if she just witnessed the scariest thing in her life. She quickly held your shoulders, scanning your body for any injuries.

“Oh my gosh! You’re lucky I pulled you in here quickly,” She exhaled a breath to calm her nerves, “You could have been that guy’s next meal!” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, an eyebrow raised at her strange demeanor.

“Alastor! The Radio Demon! Y’know, the guy that murdered all those overlords years ago?” 

You raised an eyebrow as her words settled in your head. That demon was the Radio Demon? No way! He was such a gentleman, and rather pleasant too! 

“You’re kidding.” 

“I’m not! I don’t know what happened between the two of you, hopefully not a deal, but you need to stay away from him. He’s nothing but a bad omen!” 

You smiled, shaking your head at her antics. She was just being silly, Alastor saved you from potentially being kidnapped. You doubted he’d lay a finger on you in a harmful manner.

“Well, I brought that seasoning. Why don’t we go take a tour of the place, hm?” You said, pulling her away from the doorway and down the hall.

She nodded, her face lighting up instantly. “Yes, a great idea! I can’t wait to show you the kitchen, we replaced practically everything. The flooring is a beautiful marble tile and…“

She trailed off as her gaze shot to your hand, her eyes widening at the sight. Quickly, she grasped it, and pulled it closer to inspect it. You tensed, what was she doing?

“..what is that on your finger? I didn’t know you wore this kind of jewelry!” 

Following her gaze, you turned your hand slightly to see what she was so enthralled about, and your eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight.

Still perfectly snug on your finger, was that gold ring Alastor had magically placed on you. You assumed that it would have dissolved or vanished when he left, but that small A still glimmered in the overhead light.

“I’ll explain it over dinner.” You simply replied, pulling your hand out of her grip and beginning to walk further into the house. 

Your eyes kept landing on the golden band, though. Alastor not far from your mind as you listened to your friend fill you in on all the renovations. It was quite pretty, and it seemed to look great on you. For a moment, a rather odd thought crossed your mind, causing your cheeks to heat as you lamented over it. 

Would it be so bad if you just.. kept it on? 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

woah, first fic of Alastor! I thought he’d be the perfect guy for this scenario. i wrote the reader as sort of a hopeless romantic bc it’s the complete opposite of al and i thought it was funny

EDIT: Part 2 is coming!!

lmk what you think! :)

[morewittepain]

Im not sure if im doing this right but here it goes

If it isnt a problem can you do velvette x carmilla carmine? I think their relationship would start something like "ho god i actuallly have feeling for her"

velvette x carmilla | general headcanons

A/N: um, absolutely?!?!!! i will take any excuse to write about my wife carmilla, and i've been dying to do something with one of the vees for awhile. thank you anon!! for now these are just general hcs because ya boi is eepy and has to work closing shift tomorrow 😔 but hopefully i'll whip up an actual fic with them someday!!

Warnings: eh... just a lot of sexual tension

Okay, so obviously none of this is wanted, much less planned. Like Anon said, their dynamic is very "GOD DAMNIT I LIKE HER DON'T I??" for... too long.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Vel 100% falls first. It takes her a pathetically long time to realize the reason she constantly has such an unquenchable urge to antagonize Carmilla or why she gets so unbelievably frustrated when she shuts her down. So for months, if not LONGER, she's just taking every opportunity to mess with her at overlord meetings.

Oops! Knocked your pen off the table!! And kicked your chair out from under you while you bent down to grab it!! Sucks to suck I guess!!

Oops!! Elbowed you while you were holding three cups of hot coffee!! Would be a shame if your pretty dress got stained, wouldn't it? :(

Vel is a menace and it's honestly shocking Carmilla hasn't snapped and murdered her in the middle of a meeting yet. Everyone assumes it's just because she doesn't want the other Vees after her, but there's just something strange about the look she flashes Vel every time she takes one of her stupid jokes too far. She's frustrated, sure, but she almost looks... curious? Amused?

And there's something even stranger about how quickly Carmilla can shut Velvette up with that very look. It's like when a mom starts to count to three. One glare and Velvette is SAT.

I think Val would notice first and he and Vox would tease her RELENTLESSLY (as if Vox isn't actively thirsting over Alastor's weirdo ass).

Val whistles flirtatiously every time they pass Carmilla and jokes around about hiring her. Vox kicks Velvette underneath the table every time they start bickering and has the smuggest look on his face when she looks up at him. I can never decide between polycule Vees or Vox/Val being Vel's annoying gay dads, but I think for this universe I'm gonna settle on the latter because it's so silly to imagine them teasing her like she's their middle school daughter having her first crush.

Carmilla doesn't talk about Velvette whatsoever. Not to her face, not to Zestial, not even when her daughters keep hounding her about why she lets the other girl keep getting away with annoying her so badly. When she does address it, it's usually some vague half-truth like "acknowledging her only gives her exactly what she wants, which is just attention." But like... that's obviously not all there is to it. Carmilla is just having a hard time rationalizing the fact that this annoying little creature is actually starting to get to her.

How does it happen, though, once everything comes to a boiling point? Good question. Honestly I feel like all it takes is a few good times of really pushing Carmilla's buttons to get her to snap. In Respectless, she didn't really seem to care about Vel's insults (except when they were directed towards Zestial) until she brought up the angel, so really all Vel has to do is figure out exactly what wounds to press and she's cooked.

Carmilla's daughters are obviously a very important thing for her, but not really something Vel cares enough to threaten, so I see her going the more teasing route. Carmilla does something semi-nice on instinct in front of her and every time Vel says something along the lines of "Aw, thanks mommy. Can I get a juice box to go with all this disgusting fluff, or are you going to lecture me about rotting my teeth out?"

Now THAT gets under her skin, and she can only hear it so much before she's letting her temper get ahold of her. And this totally isn't just my lesbian ass yearning on main (yes it is) but imagine Vel mouthing off like that while they're the last to leave the meeting room and Carmilla just full on slings her against the wall. Yeah. Hot, right? Because Velvette surely thinks so.

Her eyes are wide and she's fighting the blush she can already feel coming on, but Velvette still can't shut her mouth.

"Well if you're going to pin me down at least have the decency to choke me first."

Carmilla wrapping her claws around her throat: "Better?"

Yeah, like I said before. Velvette is cooked. So the taunting is quickly turned into something else. I'm gonna call it ✨ enemies with benefits ✨ because there's no way things aren't getting steamy from there teehee.

I don't think "dating" is a word either of them would ever really use, but I do think after a while of whatever they have going on being solely tension-driven, they'd start to soften up a little. Carmilla may be in Hell, but she's very family oriented and doesn't naturally gravitate towards the more toxic/steamy side of relationships, so keeping up the whole hate fucking thing would start to get exhausting.

It starts slow enough. The teasing softens into something less malicious pranks and more shameless flirting. They may not fully spend the night much, but they start to stick around at least a little while longer each time after things wrap up. They're definitely not the type for long walks on the beach, but they're learning to trust each other enough to coexist.

Now, for general relationship dynamic headcanons:

Contrary to Carmilla being older and, you know, an actual mother, Vel is 100% the sugar mommy in their relationship. Carmilla offhandedly mentions liking a necklace she saw in a store window? It's mysteriously turning up at her door. Vel also replaces almost her entire wardrobe with hand tailored fashion she thinks would suit her and always has a little treat when she visits (even though when delivering said little treat she's completely 😐-faced, but she means well I swear. It's the RBF!!) Carmilla could buy the entire Vees building three times with the amount of diamonds Vel has given her.

Gift giving is both of their love languages, although instead of buying things, Carmilla makes them herself. She's an amazing cook and is always making sure Velvette has eaten. The moment she mentions even potentially skipping lunch suddenly there's a five star meal in front of her. I guess you could call that acts of service too.

I also see them going out on super super fancy dates. If Velvette is going to take her out, she's going all the way. They're wearing million dollar evening gowns, hair styled, full faces of makeup, limo, Michelin rated restaurants where the champagne alone is worth ten car payments. Not only is it nice to see her gf all dressed up, but Vel LOVES to show off. And what better to show off than the hot and dangerous overlord enemy you somehow still managed to bag despite being a little brat?

hope that wasn't too incoherent!! like i said, i work a closing shift tomorrow and i still have to stay up long enough to binge listen to the tortured poets department before the suspense kills me LMAO 😭

thanks for the request tho anon!! and don't forget my ask box is still open for anything hazbin hotel atm!! 💞 (canon x canon OR canon x reader!!)

[azsazz]

Mirror Mirror

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Anon req: cassian x reader where he’s fingering the reader in front of a mirror 🙈

Warnings: Smut, fingering.

Word Count: 1,949

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“That wasn’t very nice of you,” Cassian comments lowly, “Teasing me at the dinner table like that.”

You look up from your book, mouth going dry as you catch sight of your mate entering the room from the attached bath. His fluffy white towel is tied so low on his hips that you can see the jutting vee and dusting of dark hair dipping down into the soft fabric.

Gods.

You can’t seem to look away, even after all of this time together, his beauty still stuns you.

His long hair hasn’t yet been brushed out, tangled and dripping over the mountains of muscle packing his broad chest and shoulders. Your hungry gaze follows a droplet as it rides the planes of his chest, the hard lines of his abdominals, right down into that fuzzy patch of hair.

You lick your lips and when your gaze returns to your mate's face you find him smirking.

“Sorry,” you mutter, face growing hot as you sink further into the bed, raising your book to cover the temptation that is the glorious male on the other side of the room. You clench your legs together beneath the covers that are suddenly too hot against your heated body.

He was right. You had been teasing him at dinner. A foot dragging up the inner seam of his pants, batting your eyelashes innocently when he’d given you a stern look in response to your antics. 

“I don’t think you are,” he responds gruffly, walking towards the armoire, uncaring that each long stride had the knot of his towel loosening, slipping down over the curve of his ass.

Cassian knows that you’re watching just above the bridge of your book, the godsdamned Illyrian perception was like magic, always seeming to know your next move before even you did. 

“You know, if you’re going to stare, why don’t you come over here for the best view?” he asks, looking at you through the mirror, his cocky smirk makes your stomach twist with anticipation.

You don’t have to be told twice, scrambling out of your bed to meet your mate where he’s rifling through the drawers.

Cassian spins around, catching you off guard, pinning you to the warm front of his chest with a firm grip across your waist and a gentle hand on your throat. Damnit, you fell for whatever plan he’s got going in his head right now.

You swallow, wondering if it’s the knot of his towel or his stiff cock that’s pressed up against your ass.

“You want to flaunt and tease me all night?” He asks softly, hands moving up to caressing your face before his large hands slide across the swell of your throat and to your shoulders, turning the both of you around to face the full mirror of the wardrobe, his body still molded to yours.

He’s a looming figure behind you, tall and strong, over a foot taller than you.

His hand slips beneath the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, his calloused fingers brushing up the smooth skin of your stomach. It makes you shiver against him, eyelashes fluttering, mouth parting in a near gasp as you lean your head backwards against his chest.

Cassian hums disappointedly against the shell of your ear and it makes your entire body buzz. His thumb brushes over your pebbled nipple and a gasp slips from your mouth as you arch into him.

“Ah, ah, ah, honey. I want you to watch.”

You blink, unsure if you’ve heard him correctly, but he’s moving his hand from your waist, gently taking hold of your chin and tilting your head downwards until you meet his lusty hazel eyes in the mirror again.

“Okay?” His words are like silk but his touch is electric, dragging his large hand down your stomach to dip into the waistband of your panties.

You’d forgone anything else, more comfortable in just your underwear and one of Cassian’s large t-shirts while you waited for him to join you in the bed.

You realize that he’s still waiting for you to respond, running his fingers back and forth across your mound, not daring to move any closer to where you desperately want him.

“Yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with him. Cassian kicks your legs apart with ease and you gasp as his hand slips downwards in a fast stroke, parting your lips, searching for that wetness.

You exhale harshly at the same time his lips make contact with your neck, kissing and suckling at the skin, working his way closer and closer to the spot he knows makes you weak, all while he runs a finger through your slick.

“Good girl,” he purrs, looking at you through lowered lashes in the mirror. It’s clear that he had been thinking of a way to get back at you for your teasing, and with a bit of teasing of his own while he forces you to watch in the mirror is the perfect punishment for his mate.

He knows exactly what he’s doing and you were foolish enough to think that he would let what you had done go. No, that wasn’t your mate at all. You’d thought he was going to react how he normally does, chasing you up the stairs after dinner with a cheeky pinch to your ass, but this…this erotic torture of his…you can admit you quite like it.

Until he keeps playing with you, stroking and rubbing at your clit in delicious patterns, drawing you nearer and nearer to the edge, then pulling back to give his attention elsewhere. 

It’s infuriating. As is trying to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror. All you want to do is let your head fall against his chest in pleasure, but everytime that you do Cassian stops what he’s doing with a low scold, and you huff in frustration, snapping your eyes back to his sinister  reflection.

Cassian’s warm hand glides up the front of your shirt and you whine because he should be under the fabric, not torturing you by staying on top of it. But it’s clear his destination when he continues his path upwards after giving your nipple a harsh pinch that makes you yelp because you haven’t been looking in the godsdamned mirror at him.

He reaches your throat squeezing gently, not enough to make a difference but you keen nonetheless, rolling up onto your tiptoes to push your neck into his retreating hand. The fingers in your cunt nearly slip out and you’re torn between letting them fall out of you so you can feel the hot press of his fingers pinching your pulse points or settling down even further on his digits digging into your cunt in the most delicious way.

Your decision is quick as you clench around his fingers, mouth parting in a needy sigh as they push father into you as you return to the flats of your feet.

“That’s it baby, open your mouth for me,” he breathes. He’s no longer watching you through the mirror as your jaw drops ajar at his soft words, he’s tall enough that he can look right down at you, cock throbbing as he slides a finger into your waiting mouth.

He groans as you begin immediately sucking, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you do so, a lewd moan muffled by his thick finger. It resonates with him, makes the bond pulse with pleasure and your noise melts into a needy whimper at the feeling, clawing at the golden skin of of the hand he has fucking into you.

You grind down on his fingers, circling and writhing against him. The towel has long since fallen, no match for the sensual swirl of your hips, the harsh grind you give him when he does something absolutely pleasurable. You’re chasing your orgasm as he slides his fingers up to your sensitive clit, rubbing the swollen bud with fervor. You can feel it building, that flame licking up your body, stomach coiling in anticipation, ready to cum with a cry of your mate’s name–

His fingers slide away, back into the hot cavern of your cunt and you growl frustratedly until his fingers dig backwards down your throat, choking the sound off.

That makes you look back into the mirror, glaring at him like a brat because he hadn’t let you cum.

His smirk is fucking sinful, heavy-lidded as he speaks, voice gruff, “Not very fun to be teased, is it?”

You shake your head, the only thing you can do with his fingers deep inside your throat.

“I bet you want me to fucking stick my cock inside of you so you can see what I see when I fuck you,” Cassian growls, dipping down to speak against the side of your neck before sucking roughly. His hot breath mixed with his calloused fingers pressing into your dripping cunt sends shivers up your spine and you cry out, begging.

“Yes, yes, please Cassian, I want that.” You hope he can make out your pleas around his fingertips.

“Well that’s too bad,” he grunts. He’s fully hard from where he’s pressed up against your back but he won’t give in, not tonight. This night is all about you and how he’s going to punish you for teasing him at the dinner table.

“I’ve just showered and now you’re making me all wet again,” he grunts and it’s true. Your knees are shaking with the pace he’s setting and he must realize this because he’s removing his fingers from your mouth, making sure to smear the saliva across your lips, catching the drool you weren’t able to swallow around his enormous fingers and stuffing it back into your mouth.

For a fleeting moment you wonder how his wrist isn’t sore but then his thumb brushes your clit at the same time he slides across that bundle of nerves inside your cunt and you’ve forgotten all about it, throwing your head back with a noise that nearly makes him cum against the thin fabric separating your ass and his throbbing cock.

Your knees give out with a cry but he’s catching you with his free hand, holding you up against his chest as he works you through your orgasm, circling the delicate bud with a knowing touch that goes from rough and quick into smooth, calming strokes.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses the damp hair sticking to your forehead, hazel eyes cast into the mirror to watch you. The rise and fall of your chest, the crescent marks you’ve left on his skin from how hard you’d been holding him when you’d cum, the bulge of his hand in the fabric of your panties, soaked nearly through.

“Such a good job, Love,” he murmurs, slowly removing his hand from your pants. As much as he wants to lick your orgasm from his fingers and finish himself off from just the taste he’s wiping the wetness onto your shirt, ignoring your weak protest as he does so.

“You can’t possibly think that I’m letting you sleep in this now, Love,” he grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that makes you follow for more, pressing up to the tips of your toes on shaking legs, enjoying how loving and gentle your mate is.

“More kisses in bed,” he promises, scooping you up into his arms, “But first I’m going to clean you up.”

“But you didn’t cum,” you protest weakly, sated from the knee-knocking orgasm you’ve just gotten.

You snuggle closer into his chest as he laughs, the steady rumble a perfect lullaby.

“Oh yes I did, Love. Yes I did.”

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Hey, sorry to trouble you. Unsure of your time zone so i hope this is sent at a good time! (Sorry if it isn't!)

Could you maybe do something with Vox and a Reader who saves him from a surprise attack via a Sinner or Angel?

Kinda the Reader just like 'Oh sorry i got blood on you. Glad you're okay.' With Vox unsure if he wants this person under contact or to kiss them. Or do whatever go nuts!

(I have no idea what timezone I’m in tbh, I’m too lazy to check. As I’m posting this it is 10:50 AM where I live, if that helps anyone. No worries, though! I love answering all your asks and writing out posts based on your requests!)

“Walking downtown, avoiding the paparazzi…” Vox muttered to himself. He’d really done it this time. He was trying to avoid being out of the Vee tower for too long, but he’d taken a detour with almost no Voxtek cameras. Now he couldn’t teleport. It made him uneasy. “God fucking damnit…”

“Stop right there, bitch,” a sinner demon said, pointing a gun at him. Vox froze, but not out of fear. He was surprised first, that a sinner demon would try to hurt an Overlord. This one must be new, or arrogant. But as he looked at the gun, he couldn’t help the tidal wave of emotions that over came him, all memories of compromising situations- similar situations- he’d been in when he was alive. “That’s right, now… put your hands where I can see them.”

Vox absentmindedly complied, still partially reliving every single time he’d had a gun pointed at him before. Every wound he’d received, every bullet he’d had to fish out of his own flesh.

“Good, now-”

The sinner demon was cut off brutally. With an axe. To its neck. Its head came off with ease and you stood behind it, looking surprised. Vox’s eyes widened. Now he was vaguely afraid.

“Oh. I didn’t expect it to be so… fragile,” you said, nudging the corpse of the demon lightly. “Huh. Well, in any case…” you looked up to Vox, an apologetic look on your face. “Sorry about that. Did I get any blood on your suit? I can cover the expenses.”

“I… uh,” Vox was speechless. He’d just frozen up in front of a lowlife sinner demon and had been saved by another, who was now apologizing to him. What the fuck. Something had to be wrong with him, especially with these weird feelings he had in his chest. Felt all fluttery and stupid like butterflies. “My suit is fine. I narrowly avoided the splash zone, I think. Thank you for your offer.”

“Of course! Not a problem,” you said with a smile. Vox noticed you hadn’t stepped any closer to him, you’d kept your distance. But you’d put your axe away. You knew who he was and how dangerous he was, how defenseless you were in comparison, but you were still talking to him. Did you feel superior to him just because you’d saved him? No, that couldn’t be it… you seemed so… genuine. “Seedy part of town for a business man like yourself to be in. I’m guessing the paparazzi were a nightmare today?”

“Oh absolutely,” Vox said with a grin. He was quickly regaining his confident demeanor. “It was absolute torture at that interview! Ah, but don’t tell anyone I said that. It wouldn’t be good for my image. I’m sure you can keep a secret,” he said, linking his arm in yours and walking with you. This was a test.

“Definitely,” you said, with a small laugh. “It’d be far more embarrassing for me, anyway. I mean, the fact I interrupted your walk through town? With murder, no less! That was quite rude of me.” You smiled, carefree and lighthearted as he walked you away. You didn’t even know where he was taking you, but you were still so upbeat. “No worries. If you don’t tell anyone about that little incident back there, I won’t say a word about your occasional distaste for public attention.”

“Wonderful! Sounds like a deal, then,” Vox said, looking down at you. He was pleased with how this whole thing had gone. You hadn’t even seen him as weak for freezing up in front of that other sinner demon! You probably thought he was annoyed or planning to kill the demon himself. His image was safe, you didn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how vulnerable he’d been in the moment back there. “Say, how about we make another, more official deal? Something with some actual benefits.”

“Really?” You asked, looking surprised. “I mean, I don’t have much to offer. We only just met and-”

“And you’ve piqued my interest, dear,” he said with a smile. He held your arm tighter, more protectively. Whether you agreed to anything or not, he’d be keeping you around. “I have a feeling we’ll get to know each other very well.”

[bardicbeetle]

down, up - vee the vampire

“No hospital.” Cassidy growls the word, cradling her lacerated hand away from him as though that will somehow help her statement. Maybe it will. She hopes it will. She is not going back there. “Swear it or I’m not coming any closer.”

Angelface pinches the bridge of his nose like this whole situation is an annoyance at best.

“Cassidy, surely it would be easier to—”

“—I’m. Not. Going.”

A moments silence.

Just the drip of her own blood as it falls from her palm to the floor.

Finally, a sigh.

“Alright—alright, god above. No hospital, please just—just sit down, I’ve got some things—”

“—Swear.” She says again, not moving.

Angelface fixes her with the look again, the god damnit Cassidy would it actually kill you to listen to me? one. Which she’s becoming what is probably concerningly familiar with. “I swear, you won’t even leave this room.”

Cassidy smiles, wide enough that her vision goes a little hazy—

—ah.

That isn’t the smile doing that.

The room spins, and goes dark.

~*~

“Fuck…” her head is throbbing when she comes back to herself. Her hand is…not. Somehow. It feels almost numb instead. Pain dull and distant. There is a pulling that goes along with it, the tugging of skin and—shit is he actually stitching her up?

“I hate you.” Angelface says from where he’s kneeling next to her on the floor. “You know that? I told you to sit down.”

Cassidy tries to lift her head and knocks it immediately back into the floor, a throbbing at the base of her skull sending the ceiling above swimming in circles again. She looks over with just her eyes, seeing her hand resting on a plate and a pile of washcloths, the top few of which had begun staining pink and red. She looks back up to Angelface, who—almost comically—is lined up with one of the ceiling lights behind his head, shining in her hazy vision like a malformed halo.

“I’m fine.” She mumbles before closing her eyes again, “S’all good.”

“Completely fine, barring the hand.” Angelface replies, “Along with your ongoing and very apparent lack of survival instinct.”

“It’s a fucking cut.” she draws out the last word like a whine.

“You passed out, Cassidy.” Oh he does not sound happy with her.

She wants to laugh, but she’s worried the shaking might interfere with whatever it is he’s doing to her hand. She knows he’s sewing it shut, back together, whatever. Doesn’t know where he learned how to do stitches, probably won’t get an answer if she asks. “What’s your name?” she asks instead, because she knows she won’t get an answer for that either.

“Angelface.” She can picture the look on his face. The half-irate resignation to her questions.

“No it isn’t.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Cassidy smiles to herself. “Can I give you one?”

“Excuse me?” The rythmic pulling and piercing against her palm stops. She opens her eyes again, and catches a glimpse of an expression she doesn’t think he meant her to. His eyes flicker, flat black in a way she rarely sees, then back to warm brown. He looks so lost. It’s gone the second he catches her staring.

“You gave me Cassidy,” she tells him, “I’ll give you something.”

His gaze drops back to her hand, the feeling returns.

“No.”

“I’m not calling you Angelface—I refuse, and I’m sick of thinking it.”

“Cassidy.”

She is trying to keep the smile at a normal level. She is trying very hard. It’s not working. The grin hurts, makes the throbbing at the back of her head even worse. It’s worth it. “You’re gonna hate it,” she tells him, she knows it, but it doesn’t matter. He hasn’t got a say. It’ll grow on him. Even if it’s just for her. “I’m gonna call you Vee.”

@flyingbananasaur / @abalonetea / @meatandboneasmr / @captain-kraken / @revenantlore / @albatris / @excessive-vampires / @booptasticbadonkadonk / @indecentpause / @afoolandathief

[mooncalf87]

I forever swore off simping for a cartoon character. Then Velvette Vee walked into the room.

Well fuck me, guess I'm a hypocrite! She's hot! I'm too gay for that voice and accent to NOT have an effect on me, damnit!

[loganslowdown4]

Patton: What are you doing?

Virgil: *covers an onion on a stick in caramel* I’m going to prank Remus and say this is a caramel apple.

Patton: Virgil nO-

Virgil: Remus, want a caramel apple?

Remus: Sure!

Remus: *eats the entire onion happily*

Remus: Close Vee, but try adding nails next time, really go for the element of surprise.

Virgil: Damnit, so close.

Patton: *jaw on the floor* what

[the-grand-av3]

Fuck...

This injury's going to tear me apart.. To think I fell for such a brutish hit. And to be overshadowed by Lucifer of all people...

I nearly died for that blasted hotel.. damnit all. Now the Vees will have my head too. Eugh..

Maybe I can just.. get to my room before anyone...

*ding* Common room

...

...

Where the hell were you

actually dont answer that we already know

What the actual FUCK were you thinking?

Can we save this for when I'm not bleeding out?

Get the fuck over here right now we're getting you patched up

patched up? let the fucker die for doing something so dumb

Actually, let me make it worse for him

Please stop overreacting.

OVERREACTING?

BITCH WE SAW YOU GET FOLDED

And I lived, didn't I? I just need a Jack Daniel in me, and I'm good to--

...

Alastor there is blood on your chin

It appears so.

are you fucking crazy? alcohol is your go-to? youre fucking pathetic

We should just leave you out there

if youre so confident in your ability

Folks--

Shut the actual fuck up

Shut the ACTUAL FUCK--

Leave him alone i got this

LEAVE HIM ALONE?? HES BLEEDING OJT RIGHT IN FRONT--

GUYS. I got this. Just go please

HES GONNA DIE

AND I HAVE IT HANDLED, OKAY? ILL MAKE SURE TO WHOOP HIS ASS

My hero.

You shut the fuck up

Yessir.

Get over here we're going to the bathroom

I swear to god you'll be the death of me

Ha! Don't get your hopes up..

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[villainkinconfessions]

Hoo, okay. The amount of "Vox and Velvette are so much better than Valentino and they should get redeemed in the show or at least kick him out of the Vees" bullshit I've seen on ao3 and Tumblr is. hggg. Thank god it's gotten better now but I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS if i see any more of that shit I'm going to cause a blackout.

1. Velvette made Val's drugs. willingly. this is shown on an ad in the show but it was so much more than just 'love potions' in my canon. She was a cyberbully, she used blackmail of people's private photos to control them (which i helped supply). She was literally the backbone, kept shit running for both me and Val and even helped Val find new workers.

2. I was a stalker, in source and my canon. I had everyone's data, I knew everything about every single person in the Pentagram. I forced people to do shit with hypnosis, including doing 'things' for Val. I was legitimately fond of him and while annoying, I thought his tantrums were CUTE. I was the one who ripped off his antenna. I was just as abusive to him as he was to me. My relationship with Velvette was not much better.

BUT I LOVED THEM ANYWAYS. All three of us are disgusting, deplorable people who enable each other. And we ENJOYED IT. People can act like me and Vel are abused puppies all they want, but We are just as bad as Val is. It kind of pisses me off that they act like enjoying Val's character is a crime but me and Velvette are free game. Let me love my toxic polycule in PEACE damnit. Just because I'm a better person in this life doesn't mean I wasn't disgusting back then. We were in hell for a fucking reason.

~ Vox (Hazbin)

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[lookliketaylorswift]

Vio im so fucking unwell. I was supposed to journal but instead spent my time watching the eras show and even though I had fun I feel so guilty about not figuring my life out till now. well this is another thing but I'm so fucked in life it's not even funny. and I feel so guilty right now the emotions are dragging me to hell.

And as I've grown up I've started to be distant from everything taylor related but I'm still here. Well I think mentally im not as obsessed as I was before, and this feels more like a community to me than for my obsession over taylor herself. And that is also scary because i don't know what I'd do if im not here

Im rambling because emotions are ruining my life also d*d just came in to tell me to stop being on the phone which just makes me more guilty because I know soon he's gonna be asking me about my career and I would not know what to tell him and I'll just start crying.

vee listen i am holding your hand you're allowed to have fun once in a while okay? i mean sure if something needs your immediate attention ofc you'd have to take a step back from fandom and focus on it too but sometimes allow yourself to have fun, waste a little time, this community brings you joy, your art and most of your feelings are attached to it so of course you'd want to spend some time here when something good and fun is happening and you're not wrong for doing that, you won't be able to fix your future in 2-3 hours and same way you can't ruin your entire future in 2-3 hours, you've been trying to figure out your career and it'll take some right you're just a human god damnit and even if he doesn't understand do it for yourself, treat this as buying little treats for yourself, you're good you're doing good you'll be okay you shouldn't have to feel guilty about being happy never ever i love you you can start your journal now or in 5 mins or in 5 hours you have time you'll make the best use of it, it'll be okay. it has to be, alright?

[shokoraa]

Negotiations

Negotiations

By: FanGirl48

Summary: Vox had no interest in attending a meeting between Heaven and Hell following the failed attack by the Adam and his Exterminators. Alastor's little gremlin caused the mess, so he can go clean it up. Vox had nothing wanted nothing to do with the radio demon, king of hell or heaven.

But that was before Lucifer made the media overlord aware of Valentino's little job offer to his daughter.

Damnit Valentino!

Status: Incomplete Updated: May 3, 2024

Words: 33,311 Chapters: 10/?? Language: English

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Category: F/F, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Vark | Vox's Shark (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Micheal (Hazbin Hotel), Gabriel (Hazbin Hotel), Azreal (Hazbin Hotel)

Relationship: Alastor & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar & Vox, Valentino & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino & Velvette & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Emily & Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Emily & Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar & Micheal (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tag: Post-Season/Series 01, protective Vee's, Vee's are Family, Alastor Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Vox Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Vox Not Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Non Sex-Repulsed Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Possessive Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Non-Consensual Body Modification, Trans Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Human Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is a Brat (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Not Being A Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Being an Idiot (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Depressed Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced Torture, lack of communication is the real reason hell is so horrible

[komod0]

I found you cause I found this post about the coven heads somehow ending up in the human realm instead of the kids? And honestly I'd like to see more of that? Like is Eda there too with missing arm and all?

Is Luzs mom and Vee the ones to find them and Vee flips out and is terrified. The heads realizing they have no magic and freaking out a bit? Camilla despite thinking it's a horrible idea takes them in to help them out and teaches them to behave like people in authority should behave?

Like just imagine Terra mentioning poisoning some kids who annoys her and Camila whacks her with la chancla and scolds her how as an adult she should not be poisoning kids or threatening kids. Hettie says something twisted and Camila whacks her and then sits her down to talk about why she said that and why she thinks it's a good idea to say that and acts almost like a therapist for her?

Give me Raine playing his music on the streets to help make money, Darius helping keep the house clean cause they are guests, the other coven heads freaking out over Camila getting Eberwolf to speak English, Vitimir turning out to be a damn good cook cause potions is like cooking. Mason getting a part time job as a construction worker or demolishing things. Eda getting a new prosthetic arm and throwing herself into getting a way back to the demon realm cause damnit her kids are still there. Terra working on a garden and everyone being surprised a bit she could do it without magic, and then having to talk her down from murder once she learns about how much land and how many plants were destroyed by greedy humans.

One of the adults asking why Camila seemed to slip into another language and she gives them a lesson on Spanish and it turns into like an Earth knowledge lesson and all of them are blown away by just how big and populated the earth really is and how damn smart humans can be.

Give me Camila changing and helping the coven heads for the better even if it's just a little bit and the coven heads pretty much all agreeing that she would have been a much better leader than Belos.

Imagine the Demon Realms reactions when they finally get a portal open and the coven heads are back and they're dragging this human woman with them and demanding she be the new empress and all of the realms confused and baffled by the changes in the coven heads.

...sorry for how long this is but I just really like the idea of the coven heads and possibly Eda being stuck in the human world and get almost forced redeemed and most likely some therapy.

Oh my gosh hiii!! Wow that’s a lotbabshhsjahehehw

But yeah!! I called the au ‘9 more problems’ :]]. It’s only the coven heads. Imagine Luz in edas place with the whole taking kings hand, except when king does the sound roar eda steps out of the way, while raine and Darius (the only ones who hadn’t ran into the portal) don’t and get thrown in

I talk abt this a lot on the coven head enjoyers discord, but not really here actually!! I need to post more on itttt

I’m making a fic too!!! Very excited to get that done :D and I LOVE your ideas on how things could play out in this au, especially the ones that mean Camila whacking someone with a la chancla djsbjshsjwbsbd

[geckosoddysee]

Well I'm finally gonna take a crack at drawing TOH fanart. Maybe that'll also help break the art funk, right? The only reason I haven't drawn any yet is I'm just extremely intimidated by how many ppl are rlly good at it & I feel like my arts gonna suck in comparison. Like fuck I wanna draw Vee but she's difficult to draw right & compared to everyone else it's like "why even bother mines gonna look like shit compared to these people"

I think maybe also part of the reason is whenever I tried to draw toh stuff I kept feeling like I HAD to stick closely to the shows art style bc mine wasn't good enough

Like I kept forcing myself to try to be show accurate only but this time I'm gonna try to just let myself y'know....draw my own style. Like just let nthem be stylized in my own style & like however that be, that's my style damnit & I gotta learn to be proud of that style!!!!!!!!!

[idprobablyjustdrinkthattoo]

And just know that forgetting everything is not a good solution.

[[He nods. He knows, god he knows. He remembered so vividly begging, pleading to the universe to just let everyone forget h-]]

[[He Cuts Off his own train of thought, pain going through his head. He had another name, damnit, he knew he did and times like these were the worst because it was right on the top of his tongue but he couldn’t grasp it. Vee had always remembered his name, and even if they looked at him so sadly like they were going to break down and cry right there just because he had asked, they would always tell him. But what was the name they said? He couldn’t remember. They called him it whenever they had always gotten worked up or angry, a point past remembering that this is not the same man that they knew when they were little.]]

[[…Too many thoughts all at once, really.]]

[heretherebedork]

Vee obsessively chasing Mark only to answer the call from Ploy and flirt madly is just... oh, this boy. Vee. Vee, baby boy, you're in deep on from both sides. And the way he smiles at Mark fixing his food for him, the way he wants so much he can't name and can't label but wants and Mark just wants to be left alone, damnit, and to not be caught in this spiral.

Because Vee is a trap and he knows it, Vee is desperate for a connection that Mark doesn't want to give him even though he knows he already has. And the way Mark calls him just another senior but with broken eyes is just perfect.

Vee is desperate and Mark just wants to be left alone to break away from all these feelings but Vee felt a connection he can't stop poking, found new feelings he can't leave alone.