Helloooooo! For a brand new blog I decided an introduction is in order.
Name's Rei and I am an undisclosed age. It is is somewhere between 21 and 100. I'll leave it up to your imagination what is it.
I write a variety of things, mostly bits and pieces of fanfiction for a lot of different fandoms. It would take a while to list them all so here's a list of a few:
-Phantom of the Opera
-Criminal Minds
-Power Rangers
-Doctor Who
-Supernatural
-Marvel
-Descendants (The Disney thing)
-Hazbin Hotel
And as I said more. I love to write and explore ideas. I also looooove getting feedback, even just a like makes me giggle. I'm honestly just a shy little dragon, I can seem antisocial but I'm just full to the brim with anxiety and honestly I want to make friends and enjoy writing and sharing what's in my brain with others.
If you wanna request anything I can't guarantee I'll have the ability to create it but I'll try my best. I do x readers as well as more in-depth fanfictions (see Cinnamon, Chamomile, Old Books and Angel of the Night for more details). AUs, what ifs, fix-its, time travel shenanigans, all sorts of ratings, I'm not picky, bring it on!~
Anyho, um, I can't think of more so um I guess that's all? Hopefully you won't be disappointed in me~ until next time, as I say on AO3 (modified for Tumblr), remember: likes/reblogs are love, comments/replies are appreciated and don't forget to feed your writers cuz we die of loneliness otherwise~
(Bitch I'm back and the weather is trying to kill me :) *heat sensitive*
Sequel to Words and Actions
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Characters: Vox, Velvette, Valentino, Reader, two suicidal morons
Pairing: Vox x Reader
Genre: Violence. Romance. Violent Romance.
Warning: some uncouth things said about Reader, lots of violence, Vox goes Temple of Doom on a bitch, friendly(?) bullying from Val and Vel to Vox
Summary: Vox might be a mess, a moron and a fool but he doesn't play nice with those who think they can touch what's not theirs.)
Vox glared with an intensity that could have set fire to the whole city but with enough restraint to remember that Valentino and Velvette would kill him if he broke the TV again. Then again though considering the reason he was so upset was because of said partners in crime, he was more than tempted to ignore the anger they'd have at him in exchange for relieving the anger he felt at that moment.
Of course though Velvette had recorded his moment of absolute stupidity, everything in the tower was recorded and everything in the tower was for the use of the Vees. Including the moment he had gotten so very close to getting the sinner he liked so much it drove him crazy, only to get kicked in the nuts and have her run away. And now it was playing on repeat in the penthouse while Vel and Val laughed at him and he could only smolder and grumble and wish he could break the TV it was playing on. Or talk to you; damnit it had been days and he hadn't gotten a single chance to do so. You hadn't returned to the tower, despite the fact that the meeting never did properly start and there had been business to discuss, and since he had never successfully been able to track you, Vox had no idea how to get to you, to talk, to explain. To plead. There were so very, very few people who he could bring himself to want to plead his case to but you were definitely one of them right now.
“You really messed that one up, cabron,” Valentino said with a snicker, placing a hand on Vox's chest playfully, “You had her right where you wanted her and you just had to scare her off.”
“You're not Val after all,” Velvette said leaning up against him from the other side, grinning wickedly, “And she's not Angel Dust; can't go feeling people like her up, they bite back after all. As you saw.”
“Are you done humiliating me yet?” Vox asked in a low and dangerous tone, sparks flying off him as his eyes narrowed.
“Oh never,” Velvette purred, “You're just lucky I didn't post it online, though that was more for her benefit than yours; don't want to risk having to deal with her temper too. Plus really this kind of thing is better for private consumption I think.”
Vox growled and Valentino rubbed his chest playfully. “Oh come on, don't be so grumpy just because your crush slipped through your fingers. How about I comfort you, hm?” They both knew very well what the Overlord considered comforting for the other.
“She is not my crush!” Vox yelled, standing up suddenly, his screen and all the electronics nearby glitching and flickering at the same time.
This was so frustrating; it was bad enough how he felt about it already, having replaying it on his own in his own mind multiple times in hopes of figuring out when he went wrong and how to fix it best, how to prove to you his feelings and get you to not be angry at him. There had to be a way to do it, he was able to control the media and this whole fucking company, one of the most powerful and dangerous Overlords around; surely he could figure out how to make one stubborn sinner into his...
What? What did he actually want from you? Truthfully Vox wasn't all that sure, all he did know was that what he felt for you was not so small or insignificant as to be called just a stupid little crush. You were far more than that, stronger, capable, dangerous; you stood up to him, you dared threaten him, and while he'd already been drawn towards you simply off of who you were and what you were willing to do, the kiss had taken that to a whole new level. He needed you, he wanted you, and it bothered him more and more with each passing day that he didn't have you.
Fuck this, he thought and he headed towards the door, Velvette hanging off the back of the couch to watch him with an amused look. “Hey where are you going huh? We're not done picking on you.”
“I'm going out!” Vox yelled back at her and flipped her off as he walked out the door.
It was only once through the door, standing in the hall, that his brain caught up with him and he remembered that he was fully capable of just teleporting out instead. Fuck he was really being turned around right now; with a grumble and a snap of his fingers he did just that, trying to get out of there and maybe get some air before his head explodes.
The air in Pentagram City was maybe not the highest quality, like, at all. And the basic sinners who wandered the streets in ways to distract themselves from their day to day were barely more than batteries and fodder to the Overlord. But it wasn't V Tower and it didn't involve being laughed at by his own business partners. He didn't even get why it was so funny to them, except yes he did know, and he knew that if the roles were reversed he would have been far crueler about it.
But they weren't; he was the one suffering and it was so annoying. Vox shoved his hands in his pockets and grumbled as he walked down the street, not even paying attention as sinners nearly ran into him, got annoyed before realizing who he was, and scrambled away as quickly as their legs could take them. The sound of screams, of car alarms, of murders and sex and all the things that came with living in hell, filled the air and yet not a single note got through to his head; it was far too full of thoughts, of the annoyances of course but most of all of you.
Had he really ruined it? How long had it been since he had last tried to flirt or hit on or anything like that with someone other than Valentino? You seemed so straightforward but maybe that had been too much and now you were gone and he was so frustrated and confused and annoyed. And scared; scared you might never come back, that you and Libris might send someone else to be the representative at the meeting. Worse yet that you might still show up but never again open up to him like you had for that one little second in time, that one moment. He might never have the chance to actually be fucking truthful for once and let you see what you did to him, how crazy you made him, how desperate. All because of one stupid little mistake.
He wasn't sure what was more frustrating; that it could be ended so easily before it could be started or knowing it was all his fault if it did.
The city around him meant nothing so the voices meant nothing too, save for when the sound of your name, spoken by some other mouth, made it's way through the air and suddenly the record scratched and he was become all too aware. Some voice laughed, a gravelly annoying sound that accompanied a gravelly annoying voice and he turned about to see two sinners talking, nobodies with nothing to their names except maybe the clothes on their backs and their tattered soul worth only a bargain.
“I'm telling you, I'm so close to getting her, I can practically taste that pussy,” the sinner who spoke your name said, licking his lips as he grinned to his friend, “She's been playing hard to get but I know when a bitch wants me and that one definitely wants me.”
“Niiice,” the other sinner said his tone slow and amused and dumb as a bag of bricks, “She talk to you yet?”
“Nah but who needs that? Whores like that never have anything interesting to say; only one thing of actual value, you got me?” The first sinner snickered and made a lewd gesture.
This kind of talk was normal; the vast majority of Pentagram City indulged in it and those who didn't usually were either prudes or the smarter minority in a city of fools. Hell, Vox had heard far worse in fact living with and working with and fucking the Porn Overlord. But none of that had ever been about you and he twitched, his screen glitching for a moment, sparks of electricity flying as his temper started to grow.
He could ignore it all but your name had been spoken. It had been about you, talking about your body parts, calling you a bitch and a whore. You who were brilliant enough to hold your own against him in every negotiation, you who called him a fish (and sharks were fish!), you who were strong and beautiful and capable. Libris' page, able to hold Carmilla and Zestial's respect, dangerous and polite even as you tore others down. You who could escape his surveillance so easily. They knew nothing about you, they knew nothing of how your small smiles felt like sunshine in this horrible dark place, or how insane you could drive someone who truly understood you, truly knew you. Or how intoxicating your lips were, taken by surprise. They knew nothing of the reality of who they spoke of and it turned his irritation at himself and at Val and Vel into anger at this sinner. He crackled more with power before taking a deep breath, and putting on a wide smile, before approaching the sinner.
The idiot was still talking, describing how he'd followed you just the other day, “complimenting” you on your outfit and “how much nicer it would be ripped to shreds”. It sounded like, unsurprisingly to Vox, that you had been unimpressed and uninterested, and more surprising that you had decided not to break this fool in half instead. But what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't do such things for you?
His smile grew wider and the second sinner's eyes widened in pure terror as Vox pulled the tongue out of the first sinner's head, claws digging deep into their chest as he pinned them to the wall. Blood and viscera went everywhere as he laughed and spoke in a crackling ominous voice, “If you can't say anything nice, you shouldn't say anything at all. Let me help you with that by removing this disgusting appendage of yours.”
“Wh-wh-who the fuck are-” the second sinner didn't get a chance to finish before Vox, after removing said offending body part, threw it with such accuracy and speed that it got lodged down the second sinner's throat, choking them.
The first gurgled and stared, unable to speak but the eyes tell stories. Vox didn't feel better; he wasn't sure why but he decided that was because it wasn't nearly enough. Maybe presenting you his flayed and mangled body would appease you, make you see that he was willing to do things without a deal, that what he had wanted all along was just to make you see how he felt. He tore at the body with his claws, ripping the sinner open while they were still technically alive; the screams were muffled and gagged, unable to articulate actual sound with the loss of their tongue. Skin and muscle and bone, none of that were strong enough to hold up to Vox's onslaught and his eyes glowed as he continued, as he spoke with such even tempo that the dissonance between sound and action was palpable.
“You need to learn not to covet what isn't yours, to respect your betters so to speak. That,” he paused and made a disgusted look before spitting out the offending word, “bitch you speak of is far better than you could ever dream to be. Brilliant and bright and terrifying; I really should have left you to her to deal with but I'm nothing if not old fashioned and think a man should always stand up for their woman.” Even if said woman didn't even know the truth.
“Don't worry though,” he continued and tore the sinner's still inflating and deflating lungs from his chest, “You'll regenerate but I hope this is a lesson to you not to talk about beautiful, sexy, intelligent-”
“Vox?” Record scratch. He stopped mid carnage, eyes wide, one claw wrapped tight around the sinner's throat and the other holding their bloody heart. The only sounds for a moment were the usual from Pentagram City and the sinner's friend still choking on the tongue and trying their hardest to dislodge it.
Vox looked to the side slowly, wondering at first if he was hallucinating or not; he hadn't taken any drugs and he felt fine if not angry. But you stood there, dressed in a dress that flowed softly on you, your hair up, your eyes on him. You were staring at him and his brain started to panic, trying to figure out what your expression could mean and if there was a way to better explain what he was doing. Vox the Overlord, terrifying and vicious, a shark ripping apart it's prey, gave way to Vox the Fool and he found all his thoughts stop. An error screen flickered across his face, only for a second, too fast to read: it noted the problem as “Vox.exe_crash_error_that_dress_looks_really_good_on_you_why_did_you_have_to_find_me_now”
You continued to stare, not entirely sure what you were seeing and certainly not why. You were just out on an errand and considering the area you had expected to find your stalker but not Vox. And certainly not both at the same time, with Vox currently arm deep in tearing the twerp apart with his bare hands. The Overlord was covered in blood, his suit ruined by viscera; he looked half mad which was not uncommon sight in Hell itself but not a look you were used to in this particular sinner. It was hard to describe the way it made you feel but you couldn't resist a blush and some surprise as Vox tore the heart from your stalker's chest and presented it to you with wide expecting eyes.
Vox wanted to speak but couldn't looking at you. It wasn't fair how pretty you looked, and that you had to find him being more like one of the no-name sinners, acting on instinct and violence, instead of the picture of in-control charm he usually showed. Maybe you'd hate him now, maybe you'd be disgusted, maybe the offering of this fool's heart would be enough to show you his intent. All he really knew at the moment was that you were there and looking at him and he acted more on instinct again than active thought.
“Vox,” you said softly and it made his dead heart flutter; the one in his hand bleed and pumped and the sinner it belonged to languished on the floor in pieces.
You moved to take the heart but the second sinner seemed to have recovered and some dumb thought seemed to have crossed their mind before they made an attempt to grab you. You didn't even look at them, you barely paid them much mind as you waved your hand and a blast of your magic sent them flying into the nearby wall. The grunts and whimpers of pain meant very little to you as you took the bloody appendage from Vox with a confused expression. “....Thank you.”
It was enough to make his face light up, both literally and figuratively, and Vox laid the mangled body at your feet before standing up to take one of your hands in his bloody one, letting you still hold the heart in the other. He brought it to his lips to kiss the top. “Anything for you.”
Murdering a sinner was simple, murdering one who spoke such disgusting things about you was the least he could do. Presenting you their heart, their body, ripped to shreds for their crimes against you, for daring to even dream of you, was only right in his twisted monster mind. And it felt all too right for him to do it, to show his devotion like this. Maybe you'd understand now, maybe you'd see.
You looked at him and you saw how disheveled he looked, the violence he'd brought down upon this idiot. You had been content to ignore them for the most part, deal with it if it got too bad, but Vox had stepped in first and you couldn't deny it made you feel things knowing he had wanted to do that. And some part of you tried to say this had to be a trick, that Vox was trying to get you under his power in some way, but there had been sincerity in the way he startled when you'd appeared and something charming in the way he kissed your hand. It reminded you of the kiss at the Tower, and how confused you'd been then, and yet not disgusted. You had been startled but not hated it. So you had a choice; give in or reject again...
After a second or so you spoke again, smiling at him.“Let's get you back to V Tower; you need a change of clothes and probably should burn those ones considering.”
His screen crackled a bit as he took in your words but once again he lit up and so too did lights in the area, suddenly going brighter but not quite going out. Vox grinned back at you, “What, you don't like the bloody look on me?”
“I don't think you need to have this cretin's blood all over you for any longer than necessary,” you responded and looked down at the twitching body, starting slowly to put itself back together; you were still holding the heart though and as long as you did they would not be able to complete that.
You looked at your stalker, this fool who dared so much, so irritated you and upset Vox enough into action. Your eyes were cold as you smiled and dropped the heart, crushing it under your foot before it could even try to return to the sinner's chest. There was a gasp and a whimper and the body went limp; you knew they would revive, no sinner stayed dead save if killed by angel steel. But this would take them longer to recover from and hopefully would teach them a lesson about hubris and stupidity. Hopefully; you truthfully didn't have much faith in their ability to learn.
You started off towards Vox Tower, knowing the way all too well, and beside you, holding still to your hand, the Media Overlord beamed and sparked with delight. He wasn't sure if you understood his feelings yet, even with all this, but he supposed he could settle for the baby step of being able to walk with you, be close to you, and know that in some way you cared.
Take that Val and Vel. His crush had not indeed slipped through his fingers; you were right there and he was not planning on letting go again.
ao3 is not changing anything by the way! some people just want them to change for some reason. my guess is that these people just don't understand how the site works and refuse to actually learn how it works, so they blame the site because it's easier for them that way.
PSA to fic readers, it is so hard to freak a fic writer out with your comments. we are just as crazy about the fic as you are.
tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.
we spend hours thinking about it, writing it, editing it. there is no such thing as over enthusiasm when you’re talking about our fics to us. we are sooooo weird about them, i assure you. you are just matching my freak. the freak bar is already set so high. feel no anxiety about enjoying something and letting the creator know.
Pairing: Vox x reader, honestly might be Vees x reader
Genre: F L U F F
Warning: sick grossness, no rest for the wicked, self-indulgent, Valentino isn't the worst
Summary: You just want rest. But you live with three morons and thus peace and quiet is not allowed.)
"What are you doing?" You asked between coughs and sniffles, eyes blurry but just focused enough to make out Vox seeming to be writing something on the clipboard in his hands. The TV man was silent but the slight twitch of his expression on his screen and the lowgrade buzzing made it clear to you even in your addled state that he was concentrating hard on something.
"I'm recording your progress so I know just how viciously I need to kill the R&D guys for not making a proper cure for you," he said and showed off his razor sharp teeth in a scowl.
"Vox," you said not sure why you were dealing with this right now; you were too tired, too achey, too sick and too grumpy for this, "I have a cold, I don't expect even your scientists can cure a cold."
"Babe, we can do anything," he said managing that charming smile for a second before seeming to remember what was going in and frowning again, "At the very fucking least you'd think those pencil necks could at least make you feel better."
"Yeah well it could be worse," you answered right before sneezing about fifty times in a row and groaning; you weren't actually sure how it could be though, you felt like crap and now you had an overprotective boyfriend hovering and scheming mass murder because of your runny nose.
But God hates sinners and thus the door to your room burst open, the loud voice of Valentino's whine causing you to wince and pull the covers over your head. "Is she better yeeeeet?!"
"No Val," Vox said not looking up from the clipboard.
"Didn't you give her drugs?"
"I gave her the meds ten minutes ago; she's yet to show any recovery."
"Well why not? Make her better already; I'm horny and I want to fuuuck!"
"Then go fuck one of your whores," Vox said, setting down the clipboard long enough to rub what equated to the bridge of a non-existent nose.
"No," the moth Overlord insisted and pouted, all four arms crossed, "I want to fuck you."
"Then drag Vox off to your room and fuck him there," you piped up from under the covers, "Leave me the fuck alone, you horny moth."
Valentino huffed. "That won't work and you know it, mi amor; he won't leave your side until you're back on your feet, running around causing trouble again."
He made his way over to the bed and plopped down without even asking beside you, one of his wings opening up as you instinctively moved to snuggle up to the dumbass. You started to cough. "Damn, my luck, why he gotta be so clingy, Val?"
"Because he's a pervert."
"Hey!" Vox yelled screen glitching in what was either irritation or embarrassment.
Trouble though always came in threes, and so did the Vees; Velvette came in next, throwing her phone at Vox before climbing in onto the other side of the bed so you were sandwiched between them. The TV man caught the phone of course but looked less than enthused about it. "Velvette..."
"You feeling any better, poppet? Cuz i need you back in the studio asap; those bitches couldn't look good in a dress if it killed them and I am so close to do that," Velvette said to you seeming to either ignore or not notice Vox's complaints.
"Voxxie's useless, she's still sick," Valentino said with a pout, "Now what am I supposed to do, huh?"
"Velvette," you mumbled from under the blanket and she sighed heavily.
She turned to Vox with a less than amused look. "I thought you had your best on this, V."
"I did! Not my fault they're absolutely useless!" Vox said and held up the clipboard, "And I'm trying to monitor her, so if you two could leave and get back to work so I can do that....!"
"You just want her alone so you can do things to her," Velvette said eyes narrowed.
Valentino's eyes widened. "She's sick, Voxxie, you can't do that to our little chica!"
"You, of all sinners, saying that, I feel like I'm gonna drop dead from the utter fucking irony," Vox said with a flat expression on his flat face.
You tried to say something, namely that all of this attention and nonsense was not making you feel better, but you started into a coughing fit instead and that seemed to distract them. Suddenly going from one idiot Overlord fussing over you to having three all checking up on you was a weird feeling, more so knowing these three like you did.
You simply hoped your cold would ease up soon. You weren't sure if you could handle much more of this nonsense.
(I am sick and thus I have written you two stories my lovelies
Dumbasses and Illness
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Characters: Alastor, Reader
Pairing: Alastor x reader
Genre: F L U F F
Warning: sick grossness, Alastor may be a little ooc, extremely self-indulgent
Summary: Waking up sick? Bad. Waking up trapped? Eh maybe not as bad.)
You were not sure if it was a hallucination brought upon by a fever or if indeed you were looking at a wall of pure darkness where your door used to be. Honestly since waking up with a cold that morning you had yet to really fully feel like you understood reality at all; you had pulled yourself out of bed and trudge to the bathroom only to blink and find yourself back in bed, tucked in and with a wet towel on your forehead. It had felt nice though and it had been impossible to resist falling back asleep.
Upon finally waking again and convincing yourself that you couldn't just stay in bed all day you had dressed, with some difficulty and vertigo, and tried to leave. But now you were face to face with this wall and you weren't sure at first what was going on but when you touched it it felt real. Really cool to the touch that was and a little bit...staticky? Huh.
You frowned, looked at your fingers then at the wall again and tilted your head. Bad move, that made you dizzy and you nearly fell over, managing to stumble back and catch yourself before devolving into a rather bad coughing fit. That wasn't fun and you whined some. "What in the name of Lucifer's red hell is going on around here?"
"Cherie~" A voice whispered and you felt at first like you were dreaming; you looked around but didn't see anything. Great so first lost time, then weird walls and now you were imagining voices; were colds supposed to have psychological effects too?
You tried again at the wall but your hand was stopped before it could make contact, long fingers ending in red claws closing gently around your wrist. You recognized it and looked up with wide watery eyes to see Alastor standing beside you, smile wide as always and eyes half lidded.
"Now now cherie, what are you doing out of bed?" he asked.
Oh, static, dark wall, this was his doing. You frowned. "Alastor, did you put this here?"
He chuckled and pulled you along, back towards your bed. "Why of course I did, I needed to make sure you were properly quarantined!~"
"Quarantined? I don't have the plague, Alastor; it's just a...a..." You sneezed and groaned, bringing your hands up to try to cover your face; it had been a little too hard and now there was snot dripping from your nose, not exactly the kind of look you ever wanted the Radio Demon to see. Dying to the cold was one thing, dying because you were gross with a cold was another.
You heard a disapproving click of a tongue and your hand was pulled down, a handkerchief brought forth to wipe at your face. You felt like a deer in headlights, no pun intended, as you stared at Alastor who looked at you with amused disapproval. "That won't do, you have to properly wipe your nose after you sneeze like that or you'll just make a mess of yourself. I'm sure your mama taught you better than that."
What in the world was going on? You had no idea and you got the sense it wasn't just because you were sick that you were confused. You sat back onto your bed and he threw the handkerchief away before turning to you again. "But yes my dear, quarantined; knowing Charlie and the others they'll fuss and cause trouble and you won't be able to get the rest you need to recover and we can't have that. So I took the liberty of putting up a solid barrier that will keep you in and keep them out so you can relax and recuperate in peace. Say thank you, ma cherie~"
"Th-thank you," you stuttered unsure what else to say. It honestly was weirdly....sweet? And extremely unexpected. You expected him to be annoyed about you being sick, even encourage you to get worse, but he honestly seemed rather caring about the whole thing, making sure you were settled back into bed before setting a box of tissues close to you and grinning.
"Now I came to check up on you, see if you were awake; since you are I'm going to go make some jambalaya just the way my mama used to make when I was feeling sick, it always made me feel like the world was my oyster~ You stay right in bed, don't try to get up again understand?" he said and there was just the smallest edge of something dangerous there, "I wouldn't want to have to force you to stay put, now would I?"
Tendrils. He definitely meant the tendrils. You flushed and shook your head, half hiding under the covers as you coughed some more and sniffled. He beamed and patted your head in what you could almost call affectionately before trotting away; the wall meant nothing to him, he passed through with utter ease.
You were alone then, confused and sick and certain of only one thing. For some reason the Radio Demon was taking care of you and truthfully that made you feel more than a little happy inside.
