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💬 2 🔁 2 ❤️ 11 · Father Figure · Part I “Quite fascinating..." “I don't think this has ever happened before... except maybe Lilith." “Li
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Father Figure · Part II The following morning, Vox knew he and Valentino had more to discuss about their relationship as w
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Father Figure · Part III: Therapy “You want me to help you?" Charlie skeptically asked the three Overlords in her office.
Don't you just love it when they place doors and/or windows in areas they weren't in before simply for the storyteller's convenience? And on top of that, will never be seen again?
Same episode, BTW
I’ll finish this later
Aww, they're just like mine! 😄
tbh I always assumed that when Vox said Val was feeding his wings to Shok.wav and he’d get fat, he actually meant that Val kept feeding VOX wings and HE’D get fat (but didn’t want to say it)
Hehehehehe. Well, Val just changed his strategy, so you're welcome. 😁
Should Vox and Valentino get engaged? They're already having a kid (and the cause as to how should further seal the deal).
OMG an Overlord wedding? Yess! 💒
F*** no! They're the worst! 🤢
Hazbin Hotel: "The Roots of Evil"
Happy Father's Day!! 📺🦋💜
ME WHEN VEES FAMILY:
I imagine years later, Vox is going to look back at this photo in a pool of nostalgia... 😞
Father Figure
Part III: Therapy
“You want me to help you?" Charlie skeptically asked the three Overlords in her office. Naturally, Vaggi was on standby with her angelic spear at hand.
"We're not interested in redemption," Vox clarified. "I just need some help making sure I don't go crazy again. I... need to be better."
"Can we tell her why?" Val whispered.
"I don't know, hon," Vox muttered nervously.
"She might be able to figure out how it happened," Velvette pointed out.
"How what happened?" Charlie questioned, catching their attention. “What's going on?"
To answer her question, Valentino got up from his seat, handed a photo of an ultrasound to Vaggi, and opened up his coat partially to reveal the eleven-week-old bump on his belly, which looked more like he had just consumed a large meal (but anyone who knows Valentino knows this isn't the case).
"How in the unholy fuck...?" Vaggi said in disbelief as she stared at the picture of the developing fetus. Charlie looked over her girlfriend's shoulder to see a tiny figure with four arms, tiny feet with only two toes each, a bulging head, and tiny lines under each lower arm, almost like vents for fish gills.
"Wait, you guys are having a baby?!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Shh, keep it down!" Vox said in a hushed tone. "We don't know how this happened yet and are trying to keep it under wraps until we do."
"Oh, shit, sorry," Charlie apologized. "But guys, do you know how huge this is? Normally, only hellborns... and my mom... are able to do this."
“We know," Velvette pointed out. “We were kinda hoping you'd be able to tell us how these two idiots managed it. Or at the very least, point us in the direction of someone who could."
“Hmm, I could ask around," Charlie said. “If my dad doesn't know, I could talk to Emily. But don't worry, we'll make sure this doesn't get out until you guys are ready."
“Hold on," Vaggi interrupted. “Before we do anything, we gotta lay out some rules. After what you fuckers did, we're not just going to let things slide."
Valentino huffed as he sat back down. “Okay. What do you want?"
“Well, we can't force Angel to come back to the hotel," Charlie admitted, “but we would like you to let us visit him outside of working hours if he's still staying with you guys."
“And while he is working, you need to at least try to treat him like an actual person and not a fucking toy," Vaggi added.
“Fine," Val groaned. “Anything else?"
“No more trying to smear our reputation for your own personal gain," Vaggi replied.
“Well, it's not like we really need to anymore," Vox reminded them glumly.
Velvette nodded. “So, fair treatment for Angel Dust and no more hotel slander. What else?"
“Once the baby is born, you need to let us check in to see how things are going," Vaggi explained. “No offense, but I doubt the three of you can be fully trusted around a child. Especially given Vox's mental state."
“So, like CPS?" Val questioned.
Charlie and Vaggi shared a confused look (clearly, neither of them knew what that was) before the princess said, “Maybe just think of us as more of a fairy godmother and a guardian angel."
“No, absolutely not," Vox protested, getting up from his chair and smoothing out the wrinkles in his jumper, causing his belly to jiggle slightly. “We don't need a couple of glorified social workers snooping around V Tower."
“You wanna improve so you can be a good dad?" Vaggi asked, handing him back the ultrasound photo. Vox looked at it, then down at Val's stomach, hidden by his lower hands, and up at the moth's reassuring smile.
“It'll be okay, baby," Val cooed.
Vox sighed. “Alright."
“Yay!" Charlie cheered. “Vox, you won't regret this!"
“Yeah, whatever," Vox grumbled. “Is that all?"
“Pretty much," Vaggi replied, then turned to the other Vees. “You two come outside with me, Vox, stay here with Charlie. Try to make this work."
“When this is over, honey," Valentino whispered, “we'll go out to that diner you like."
Vox nodded as his stomach rumbled in anticipation, much to his annoyance. With that, Val and Velvette followed Vaggi out of the office and left Vox alone with the princess.
“So, how have you been, Vox?" Charlie asked.
Vox was taken aback. “I thought we were doing a therapy session?"
“Well, I figured it'd be best if we caught up first," Charlie explained. “It's been a while since we last saw each other, and you look... You know what? That's unimportant."
“You can say it, I got fat," Vox insisted. “It doesn't matter."
“Doesn't it?" Charlie asked.
Vox sighed. “You know, things were fine here until Alastor came back and he paired himself up with you. I mean, what the fuck did you have that I don't?! I had a much bigger influence than you. I created a new wave of entertainment, I had a crew that actually respected me, and I... I nearly killed them just to destroy him. I nearly killed my family, for what? Because I let him get in my fucking head?! Because I hate myself so much that..."
Vox's rant ended once he realized what he had just confessed. He looked up at Charlie and saw the heartbreak in her eyes. He looked back down as a tear fell from his eye.
“It... It's all my fault," he said softly. “If I hadn't been so focused on... him... and... didn't hide away from the rest of Hell after all that... maybe I would've seen the signs that something was up with Val. But I... I caused all this."
Charlie nodded. “When Val told you about the baby, what were your first thoughts?"
“Well, obviously, I couldn't believe it," Vox admitted. “Despite it being Val, I had no doubts it would be mine. But I also know sinners aren't supposed to get pregnant. What was even more unbelievable is that Val decided to keep it. I mean, he wouldn't even eat for a week because of one shitty photo on the Pentagram Enquirer. And he still wanted to keep it, even if I didn't help."
“But you are helping?" Charlie asked.
“It's why I'm here," Vox pointed out. “You must think that's pretty low of me. That I didn't want to change until something like this came up."
“Actually, Vox," said Charlie, “I think it's beautiful that you found a reason to get better. You love your child enough to want to change."
“Yeah... Yeah, I do," Vox realized. “I love Val, too. Weird how it took me fifty years and a baby to actually say it to him."
Meanwhile...
“Y'know, I never understood why they call it morning sickness when it happens all throughout the day," Velvette admitted to Vaggi before turning to the bathroom door. “How are you holding up, babes?"
“Fu-u-uck!" Valentino sobbed, then retched.
Velvette pulled out her phone and said, “Note to self: create an anti-nausea pill."
“How far along is he?" Vaggi asked.
“Eleven weeks," Velvette answered. “I suspected it for a while, but it wasn't until two weeks ago we got that dumb fish nerd who fried our systems to run a test."
“Wait, Baxter knew about this?" Vaggi realized.
“Oh, so that's his name," Velvette said indifferently. “Well, we threatened him to stay silent, if you're wondering why he didn't say anything."
“Nevermind," Vaggi huffed as Val stepped out of the bathroom.
“I downloaded an app," he informed them, “and it says my baby is the size of a caterpillar right now. Which is ironic, since I'm a moth. But still, how can such a tiny thing bring me this much hell?"
“Well, once your second trimester ends, the vomiting should subside," Velvette said. “Then, we can work on the baby registry. I got tons of ideas for what to dress the kid up in."
“Do you guys have any... other plans?" Vaggi asked.
“I'm thinking maybe some photo shoots once my belly rounds out," Val replied. “Try to make this look as hot as possible. You know?"
“I meant more practical things, Val," Vaggi pointed out. “Like, are you and Vox going to get married? What school you want to send your child to? Or maybe you want to homeschool them?"
“Has anyone ever told you you're a buzz kill?" Valentino asked the fallen angel. Vaggi just glared at him.
“Just something else to think about," she said.
“Uh, Val? Velvette?" Vox suddenly said as he and Charlie joined the others.
“Oh, Vox!" Val said ecstatically. “How was it?"
“I think this is going to work out swimmingly," Charlie answered with a giggle. “Get it? Swimmingly? Because... he's a... shark?"
“We came to you to fix Vox, not for stand-up," Velvette said in annoyance. “And to figure out how he knocked up Val."
“Just remember your end of the bargain," Vaggi reminded them. “We'll figure this out, but we don't tell you anything until we hear back from Angel."
“Understood," Valentino replied, rolling his eyes.
“Great!" Charlie said enthusiastically. “Same time next week, Vox?"
“Uh, sure," Vox replied uneasily.
Later... at Hellaburger...
“So, baby, what are you getting?" Valentino asked Vox as they looked at menus with Velvette.
“I don't know," Vox replied. “I'm thinking about cutting back. Velvette, do you think you can make some temporary adjustments to my suits until I drop the weight?"
“Can't talk clothes right now, Vee," Velvette said. “I'm too busy trying to find something on this menu that isn't swimming in gravy."
“We'll leave you alone, babydoll," Val assured her. “And Vox, where are you getting at talking about losing weight while I'm still stuck getting fat?"
“Val, it's different with you. You're pre—" Vox stopped himself before he said too much. Despite the diner not being too busy, there were still some sinners present. “I don't have anything growing inside me. I just binged for several weeks."
“And you look fucking amazing," Val insisted. “I don't even know if I'm going to be that lucky. So, just let loose! It'll be a while before either of us get to relax like this."
Vox raised an eyebrow at his partner. “Fine, just this once. As soon as we get home, I'm going to look for a personal home cook to hire. It'll be healthier than eating out."
“Can't wait to see how that blows up in your face," Velvette snickered.
“Wait, what?" Vox asked.
“Here are your drinks," a waitress interrupted, handing Velvette fancy water, a milkshake for Valentino, and a diet root beer for Vox. “Have you decided on what to order?"
“Fish and chips," Velvette answered. "Crumbed, not battered."
“I'm thinking the wings," Valentino asked. “Sound alright, Vox?"
“Only if you don't do that thing you always do," Vox huffed. “I'll have the volcano special."
“Daring today, are we?" the waitress said, and went off. “Ordering! I need a swimmer, a flyer, and a crying heart attack."
“What does that mean?" Velvette asked.
“I think it's because of the onion ring volcano and how greasy the burger is," Vox answered.
“Huh, I never understood diner lingo," Velvette replied.
“So, about the therapy session," Vox said, “Charlie said I have some sort of self esteem issues that I need to work on. I may have accidentally let it slip that I... kind of... hate myself."
The other two (and a half) Vees stared at him in shock.
“Yeah," Vox replied. “I've strived to be on top since before I even arrived in Hell, and never had a problem until Alastor turned me down. Then, he came back and started working with Charlie, and I didn't quite get how he'd partner up with her and not me. Not that it matters, I decided to stop thinking about the why."
“Well, that's good," Velvette said. “You shouldn't stress yourself over why losers like him do what they do."
“Besides, you still have us," Valentino pointed out. “And we'll help you remember you're loved."
Vox chuckled. “Thanks, guys."
Later, the waitress returned with their food. Velvette had no problem eating her small basket of fish and chips. Once Vox ate his meal, he noticed Val had only taken one bite out of each of his wings, like he always did.
“Val, I thought you said you wouldn't—" Vox was cut off as Valentino put a wing up to his mouth and accidentally took a bite.
“I wouldn't do what I usually do?" Val said. “Yeah, this isn't what I usually do, papi. I normally feed them to Shok.wav, not you."
Vox glared at Valentino's shit-eating grin as Val put the milkshake straw to his screen.
“Fuck me sideways."
I felt like I had to mention this in Father Figure. It was just too rich to not bring up, especially since Vox is bi, too.
(And now, Val's fattening him up)
Father Figure
Part II: Breakfast
The following morning, Vox knew he and Valentino had more to discuss about their relationship as well as their... Vee to be. However, Vox decided that it could wait. He just wanted to take a moment to stare at his partner as he continued to sleep. If Val was really as miserable as he said he was, then this seemed to be the sweet relief he needed. Not to mention, he sure was adorable when he slept.
How'd I get so lucky?
Just then, Vox noticed Val pursing his lips in discomfort. At first, Vox worried something was wrong and gently shook the moth awake.
"Val, babe, what's wrong? Is it the b..." Vox hesitated for a moment. Strange, he thought. He called Val baby all the time without any problems, but the idea of them having an actual baby felt beyond surreal to him.
"Fuck, another cramp," Valentino groaned, firmly clutching his stomach. In an attempt to comfort him, Vox helped his partner sit up, pulled his hands down, and placed one of his own against Val's abdomen, where he could feel just a slight bulge at the base.
Being a man from the 1950s, Vox did not know much about pregnancy, but he had a feeling the cramps had something to do with Val starting to show. Not visible enough for anyone to notice, unless they focused really hard, but Vox could tell his child was there just by touching it.
His child.
"Little guy just needs room to grow," Vox chuckled in a dry attempt to lighten the mood. Val just glared at him. "I know, I'm a dumbass."
"Yeah, but you're my dumbass," Valentino pointed out, pulling Vox close with his upper set of arms. Vox laughed as Val tenderly kissed the side of his screen. Val, then, pressed his lips against his own and moaned as their tongues fought for dominance.
Unfortunately, a low rumble deep in Vox's stomach quickly ruined their fun, causing Valentino to smirk at him.
"What?" Vox asked.
"I knew you'd still be hungry," Val said with a mischievous glint in his red eyes. Vox scoffed and crawled out of bed, exposing his nude, plush body. Val bit his lip at the unholy sight.
If it were literally anybody else, Val would never be into this. Like the fat bisexual who stared at him at that coffee shop, thinking they could get a taste of him. The memory of that incident still made him laugh. But Vox? He was too fucking hot like this.
"I assume you're craving something, too?" Vox said as he rummaged through a dresser in hopes of finding pants that would fit.
"I wish I wasn't," Val admitted with a pout. "But I need to keep my weight up so the baby doesn't have any problems. To gain twenty fucking pounds within the next seven months."
"Well, you can borrow mine so I can fit in my slacks," Vox joked, slipping on some sweatpants he managed to find.
“Or we can just ask Velvette if she'll run you up some new ones,” Valentino suggested, rubbing his little bump. “I’ll need some, too, once our pequeña gets bigger.”
“Funny you should mention that,” Vox said as he pulled down a polo shirt that barely covered his belly. “I think we should keep talking about this.”
“About what?” Valentino wondered. Vox took a moment to rub his bandaged neck, still mildly hurting from when Valentino ripped his head off the month before.
"Let's order breakfast first, then we can talk,” Vox suggested, and picked up his phone from the top of the dresser. “Now, be honest. What are you hungry for?”
Val thought for a moment and answered, “Chocolate chip pancakes and a jar of green olives. If I can't have a martini, at least let me have that.”
Vox playfully rolled his eyes. “Sure thing, babe.”
Later...
Upon ordering breakfast, Vox requested it be brought up to the penthouse, then immediately had someone sent to clean up the month’s worth of takeout trash scattered across his bedroom once he and Valentino were out of there.
“Why couldn't we just eat in bed again?” Val asked as he leaned back against the couch.
“I don't want to make a habit of it,” Vox replied, opening up a jar of olives for the moth demon. “Besides, there are still a few things we should go over before we make ourselves public.”
Val raised an eyebrow. “Like?”
“Well, for one thing, you're probably the first sinner to conceive a child since Lilith,” he pointed out. “If we're gonna do this, we should try to keep it under wraps until we have a full understanding as to how this happened.”
“Well, there are a few employees who already know,” Val warned, “but I told them if they said anything, I'd fucking kill them and their families. So, I don't think we need to worry about that.”
“Val, you gotta stop threatening to kill everyone,” Vox said in annoyance.
“For the record, it's not a threat when I actually do it,” Val pointed out, popping an olive in his mouth. “P.S., I'm in charge now, so fuck you, I do what I want.”
Suddenly, the two of them heard the door open and found Velvette stepping into the room with a cup of coffee in her left hand, with her right holding a paper bag with a thick, sweet smell seeping out.
“Val, I know you're eating for two now, but there's no need to overdo it,” she said. “There’s a lot of food in here.”
“Oh, uh, some of that's for me,” Vox admitted with a nervous expression.
“So, finally coming out of hiding?” Velvette asked with a smirk. Vox rolled his eyes as he took the bag and pulled out a container of stuffed French toast with bacon, eggs, and strawberry yogurt.
“Say, Voxxy, how do you feel about an at-home birth?” Valentino asked. “I want to deliver our baby somewhere warm and nurturing. Maybe we could redecorate my room?”
“That actually doesn't sound too bad,” Vox admitted while Val nibbled on his pancakes. “Plus, it'd be easier than going out in public and being flocked by the press.”
Velvette raised an eyebrow at Vox as he took a big bite of French toast. “I take that as a sign you heard the big news?”
Vox nodded with his mouth full, then swallowed and said, “I admit, I was shocked, but if it's what Val wants, I won't stop him. Not that I can, because...”
Val noticed Vox's face fall as he remembered the situation he put himself in and quickly decided to change the subject.
“Well, you're still being a big help,” he pointed out, taking a sip of his ginger tea. “Making sure I eat, and this tea is helping my morning sickness. You didn't have to do all that.”
“Well, I kinda do, since we're… y'know, an actual couple now,” Vox reminded him.
Velvette spat out her coffee in surprise. “Wait, really? But I thought you two were only…”
“Fucking without feelings?” Val finished. “Well, it gets kinda old after fifty years, so we figured it was time for a change of pace.”
“That, and a change of clothes,” Vox admitted as he pulled down his shirt. Unfortunately, his belly kept riding it up now that it was being filled by his big breakfast.
“Damn,” Velvette muttered, now noticing Vox's weight gain. “You really sunk low, haven't you, Vee?”
“Hey! Leave him alone!” Valentino snapped. “Just because you hate your body doesn't mean…”
Velvette blinked in surprise at her friend's outburst, with Vox staring as well. Val quickly realized what happened and looked at Velvette in remorse.
“Oh, shit,” Val said quietly. “I’m sorry, Velvette. I don't know what came over me.”
“That would be the hormones,” Velvette said. “It’s no biggie.”
“Velvette does have a point,” Vox admitted. “I haven't exactly been my best since… Alastor came back. Emotionally, physically… Let's face it, I've been a fucking wreck. Val, believe me, I want to be there for you and our kid, but if we're gonna make this work, I think I'm gonna need help.”
Valentino nodded. “And by help, you mean…?”
“Professional help."
“Well, we're in Hell, so it isn't exactly easy for people like us to get that sort of help,” Velvette pointed out.
“So, what do we do?” Valentino asked.
Vox thought about this for a moment, scratched his lower belly, and finally said, “I know what we should do… but none of us are gonna like it.”
How was Valentino while pregnant? Was he moody or just a little irritated from time to time?
As if Valentino's mood wasn't a ticking time bomb already.
Democracy has spoken!
(I guess I'm doing this)
This gives my brain an idea...
Okay, when moths hatch from their cocoons, their wings are shriveled like raisins, like our friend the rosy maple here. So, they pump up fluid from the abdomen to inflate them. I'm thinking that for Venus's birth, her wings can fill out as Valentino nurses her. That makes sense, right?
I had a drawing idea if you were interested. Chubby Vox but with muscular arms (like, Might of Lilith kind of buff arms but still fits the chubby body type, ya know? Like, he is very capable of easily carrying around Valentino/Alastor like they are made of car). Like, a strongman.
?
I have an OC with this body build
Father Figure
Part I: Dad Bod
“Quite fascinating..."
“I don't think this has ever happened before... except maybe Lilith."
“Lilith didn't die when she was sent down here..."
“Should we call Mr. Vox? I think they're kinda... so he might be..."
“Okay, get out of here, you fucking plonkers!" Velvette shouted to all of the present VoxTek personnel. “This is now between the two of us. Shoo!"
“Sorry, Mrs. Velvette," Summer said nervously. “We're going now."
“Is there anything we can do?" Ethan asked. “Maybe get some prena—"
“OUT!" Velvette snapped, using her social media powers to push them, along with Dia, Baxter, and Travis, out of the room.
Dia glared at Summer and said, “Mrs. Velvette? She's not married."
“Oh, fuck you."
Velvette pinched her brow in frustration, then looked over at Valentino as he began to stir in his couch. They needed to address this, with or without Vox.
Who has been hiding in his room for the past month, so it would be without.
“Val, babes, wake up," Velvette gently urged. Valentino rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up.
“Oh, Velvette," Valentino mumbled. “What are you doing here?"
“Rocky said you passed out in the studio," Velvette replied. “I cleared my schedule to have you checked out."
Valentino groaned. “Fucking Angel. His performance alone was making me nauseous."
“Val, we both know it wasn't Angel," Velvette insisted. “Though I'm not saying you have to apologize to him."
“Wait, are you still on about that?" Valentino asked in annoyance. “I told you, I'm not... Oh, shit."
Valentino noticed and quickly grabbed a bucket from off the floor and held it to his face as he threw up in it.
“Okay," Valentino admitted. “I'm a little nauseous. That doesn't mean anything."
“Last time, you puked in the peonies Melissa got me for my birthday," Velvette reminded him. “You also cried on that bitch Tiffany's shoulder, fell asleep during three shoots this week, and you're scratching your fucking tits right now!"
Valentino looked down and noticed his upper hands lightly scratching his chest.
“First of all, no I'm not," he lied, lowering them. “Second, those peonies your little plant bitch gave you... were actually marigolds."
“Pfft, whatever," Velvette scoffed. “I may not know my flowers, but I know a fucking pregnancy when I see one. But if you won't take my word for it, I had the fish nerd bring me this little contraption."
Velvette then held up a device with a wand attached to it, pressed the end of the wand against his abdomen, which was already caked with gel, and moved it around until...
thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...
Valentino's antenna perked up in shock as he heard the echoes of a tiny heartbeat coming from the machine. He stared at his stomach, amazed by what was hiding in there.
“Believe me now?" Velvette asked. Valentino remained silent. “Uh, Val?"
“I need to talk to Vox," Valentino decided, and got up from the couch.
“Wait, what?" Velvette stammered as he headed for the door. “We can get it done quickly. He doesn't have to know."
“I'm not getting an abortion."
“The fuck? What do you mean, you're not?!" Velvette pondered. “Val, do you know how hard it is to have a baby? You won't be able to smoke."
“I'll chew gum," he stated.
“Your body will be ruined," she added. “Tearing, stretch marks, hemorrhoids, varicose veins... You're gonna get fat."
“I'll be careful," Valentino assured her. “I always am."
“Actually, I should rephrase that," Velvette realized. “Val, if you are going to keep this baby... though I recommend you don't... You'll need to gain extra weight that, y'know, keeps us from seeing your ribs, or it'll come out as either frail or dead."
“How do you know so much about pregnancy anyway?" Valentino wondered.
“I had a college roommate who got herself pregnant," Velvette explained. “She wouldn't shut the fuck up about it until she had to drop out near the end of her third trimester. And I hate that I know what a fucking trimester is!"
“I bet she was the talk of the campus," Valentino chuckled. Velvette nodded.
“Look," she said, “the point is, you'll have to make a lot of sacrifices. Even sleep, unless you hire a night nurse."
“Velvette, it's cute that you care," Valentino admitted, “but I don't know if Vox and I have a future together. I'm keeping this baby so no matter what happens, I'll still have part of him with me at least until the kid turns eighteen. I won't force Vox to do anything, but he'll need to know."
“Damn," Velvette muttered. “You really love him, don't you?"
“So, that's what this is."
Later That Day...
Valentino nervously approached the door to Vox's bedroom. Velvette may have had a point about how much of a toll his body would take, and Vox might not even want him at all once they got back together... again. On the other hand, sinners weren't really supposed to be able to conceive. Why now, Val may never know, nor could he ever have this chance again. So, he was doing this.
First thing's first, Valentino checked if the door was unlocked. The loose clicking sound from behind the door handle quickly indicated that it wasn't.
“Leave it by the door!"
At first, Valentino was taken back by the sound of Vox's voice, which he had not heard in over a month. Then, he gently pushed the open, and immediately felt the urge to throw up upon the stench that greeted him upon entry. He quickly noticed a Chinese takeout box and puked in that.
“Oh, fuck!" Valentino groaned. “Velvette was right. Pregnancy nose is powerful."
“Wait, Val?" Vox called out. Valentino looked up to find him in his desk, quickly surrounding himself with screens to hide himself. “What—Wait, um— What-What are you doing here?"
“Uh, I wanted to tell you something," Val replied, looking around the room to find it completely trashed by various takeout bags and containers. “Damn. No wonder you don't let anyone in here."
“I've been busy," Vox insisted, except the flying toasters on his screens indicated otherwise.
“Were you?" Valentino asked, approaching the desk. “Because last time I checked, I was put in charge after your whole ‘Fuck everything else so long as I get to kill Alastor!' episode."
Vox groaned, then shut off his screens as he pulled his chair further into the desk as if he were hiding something. “What is it you want, Val? And please make it quick. I'm waiting for a delivery."
“Fine, I just won't tell you I'm pregnant," Val huffed bitterly, turning back towards the door.
“Fucking brat," Vox grumbled as he took a sip from a soda cup. It was mostly ice water at this point, but he didn't— Wait. He spit out his drink and coughed. “Wait, what did you say?"
“Forget it," Valentino replied.
“Val, wait! Ow!" Vox shouted in pain. Valentino turned back towards his partner to find him painfully clutching his stomach...
Which, now that he could actually see it, looked quite a bit softer than it did last time they spoke to each other. Vox wasn't wearing his sweater vest, so he could see the buttons of his shirt being strained by his plush belly. The tightness of his slacks clearly showed how his thighs had just begun filling out. Vox's hips were definitely wider and Val swore he could see little moobs beginning to develop.
“Vox, are you alright?" Valentino could not help but ask.
“Fuck how I am," Vox said. “Did you just say what I think you said?"
“That I was put in charge?" Valentino asked. Vox glared at him. “Oh, you mean that I'm pregnant. Yeah, you heard right. And since I never let anyone else use that hole, there's... a chance it's yours."
“But how did this happen?!" Vox asked. “Well, I know how it happened, but Val, sinners can't have children. Sinners shouldn't have children!"
“Well, we're above the average sinners, papi," Valentino pointed out. “We're the two sexiest Overlords in Hell. Well, until I start getting stretch marks and shit."
Vox blinked in surprise. “Wait, you're keeping it?"
“Of course!" Valentino insisted. “It's a piece of you that gets to grow inside me and, unlike the real you, won't try to blow me and Velvette up just because the fucking Radio Demon was there, too!"
Vox winced at the bitter sting in Val's voice upon him bringing the whole “Might of Lilith" incident up.
“Val, I..."
Valentino took a deep breath, wiped a tear from his eye, and said softly, “Despite all that, you still had the right to know I'm carrying your child, whether you wanted to be involved or not. If not, then..."
“Val, are you crying?" Vox asked. Despite how much Valentino tried to hold them back, more tears began to fall and Vox pulled him down for a hug. “How far along are you?"
“About nine weeks," Val admitted. “I fucking hate it. I can't smoke or drink, my tummy's always cramping, I have to piss every five minutes, and I keep throwing up on accident."
“It... It's okay, babe," Vox assured him, rubbing his partner's back. “You'll get through this. You will."
Valentino pulled away to find Vox staring at him with a tender look in his eyes. Val was not expecting Vox to actually give a shit, so he sobbed even harder and felt his knees buckle. Vox quickly caught him before he could fall on the floor.
“Okay, let's lay you down," Vox chuckled and carried the moth demon to bed. Once Val was tucked in, Vox crawled in next to him and they began to cuddle. Vox then heard a knock on the door and suddenly remembered he had ordered himself dinner from that diner he loved.
“Mister Vox, I have your food," an intern said.
“Uh, bring it over here," Vox said, not caring about the mess, his recent weight gain, or even being in bed with Valentino. The intern just carefully stepped around the trash on the floor and placed the food on the edge of the bed.
“Uh, is there anything else you need?" she asked, then was taken aback by Val dry-heaving. Clearly, his stomach was now empty.
“Uh, you wouldn't happen to know what helps with morning sickness, would you?" Vox wondered.
“Oddly specific," she muttered. “Well, when I was pregnant back on Earth, I always found crackers and ginger tea to give me some relief."
“That'd be great, thanks," Vox replied, not caring about her life story. With that, the intern immediately scurried off and the Media Overlord returned his focus to Val. “See? I got you, baby. I got... both of you."
“You do?" Val whimpered. Vox nodded and gently placed a hand against his partner's flatter stomach. Valentino looked over at the bag and asked, “Aren't you gonna eat that?"
“In a minute," Vox replied. “For now, I just wanna love on you. And... tell you how sorry I am for all the shit I've pulled. I know, I fucked up."
Valentino smiled. “Yeah, you did."
“Val, I'm being serious," Vox said. “I mean, you said nine weeks, right? I did all that a month ago, so you were already pregnant and I still almost—"
“Vox, you didn't know," Val pointed out. “Hell, Velvette was the one who figured it out."
“Yeah, she fucking would," Vox chuckled before his face fell again. “Still... I was so obsessed with the idea of godhood and... him... that I completely ignored you and almost killed you. I have no excuse for that, but I promise I'll spend the rest of my afterlife making up for it."
“Does this mean we're back together?" Valentino asked. “Or, at least, until my body is ruined?"
“No," Vox replied. Val gave him a pained expression. “It means... I want us to stay together. Forever."
Valentino nodded. “I want that, too. I love you, Vox."
“I love you, too."
Later, once Valentino got his tea and the nausea subsided, Vox decided to share his giant hamburger with his love, knowing Val was going to need the sustenance more than him.
“You sure you won't be hungry later?" Val asked once he finished his half.
“If I am, I'll just let some of this take care of it," Vox assured him, pinching his spare tire.
“Hmm, too bad," Val pouted. “This is a sexy look for you."
“Really?" Vox asked in surprise. In response, Valentino just licked his lips, crawled on top the TV demon, grabbed his meaty upper arms with one pair of hands, and squeezed his squishy ass cheeks with the other pair.
“I want to explore every new curve of this dad bod, papito," Valentino growled. With a smirk, Vox pulled the moth down by the waist, and they quickly entangled themselves in the sheets.
Perhaps, Vox thought, dad bod was the best way to describe it.
🤔Should I continue this?
Yes!
Ew. No.
Guys, look what I found.
Is... Is Valentino intersex? Or something like that?
(note: do not take this seriously)
Hello! I loooooove chubby Vox so much and so happy he becomes more popular as it was my headcanon for years 😭🙏❤️ May I ask you to draw something cute or suggestive with staticmoth? With chubby Vox of course. It would make me sooo happy, your arts are wonderful, I just crave more staticmoth with chubby Vox (it's so rare.....), sorry if I ask too much. Have a nice day!
I've drawn a bunch of Staticmoth with chubby Vox in the past, but only posted them on my twt, but eh...whatever, I'll just post them here too.
I love Staticmoth a lot, I need to draw more of it!
Idea I had for my in-progress fanfic that I wanted to share (chubby Vox StaticMoth) that I think fits their toxicity levels while showing they care about one another, along with demonstrating their equal control issues.
Valentino likes Vox with the extra weight but Vox does not like himself with it (and has a bit of a hard time believing Val does like him with said weight, despite Val being quite thorough with proving it to Vox). On the other hand, Valentino is way too skinny (ya know, ribs showing and all, refusing to eat, etc. related to the potentially hinted at ED). So Vox, in a bit of a twist that is also him trying to affirm control, makes a verbal deal (not a soul deal) with Valentino: he won’t try to lose his current weight but in turn, Valentino has to gain enough to be healthy (so no ribs sticking out). If Val doesn’t do so or if he backtracks after reaching the goal, Vox is going to try to lose the weight he had gained to Val’s utter dismay (for example, I imagine Vox nonchalantly yet passive-aggressively threatening it without saying so by eating a salad (without any dressing) in front of Val if Val is resistant to it or starts losing weight again after reaching a healthy weight).
In turn, this also allows Valentino to deal with all his own control issues because by maintaining his body at a healthy weight, he’s ensuring that Vox doesn’t lose any of his newfound plumpness that he has just learned that he loves (and if Vox does try to lose the weight, Valentino plans on doing the same thing that Vox does but instead just outright refuses to eat unless Vox eats with him).
lol I could see these two pulling something like that Vel is just watching their weird deal, rolling her eyes
