Hi everyone!
My name is Jynxx (she/her), and I am new to the fanfic writing space! I have read plenty of fanfics in my time here on tumblr, but I finally decided to try my hand at writing! I have a main fanfic happening over on ao3, but I figured some oneshots or drabbles would be some fun practice to improve my writing!!
My guidelines are as follows:
Fandoms I Write For:
⋆｡°✩ MAIN:
☆ Hazbin Hotel
★ Helluva Boss
☆ The Amazing Digital Cirus (TADC)
⋆｡°✩ OTHER:
★ Mainly animated shows, but I am open to most fandoms! (If I know the characters, that is!!!)
Characters:
⋆｡°✩ WILL WRITE:
☆ Hazbin Hotel: Most characters, exceptions listed below.
★ Helluva Boss: Most characters, exceptions listed below.
☆ TADC: Most characters, exceptions listed below.
⋆｡°✩ WON'T WRITE:
★ Hazbin Hotel: Valentino, Alastor (sexually).
☆ Helluva Boss: Mammon, Andrealphus, Crimson Knolastname (Moxxie's Dad), Angels (mainly the C.H.E.R.U.Bs)
★ TADC: Jax. (Romantic/Sexual) Please see explanation below.
Jax is a bit of a complicated character as we know, and unfortunately I do not really feel comfortable writing about him in romantic/sexual situations. (At least within the context we see in the show) HOWEVER!!! I have been enjoying all of the trans fanart since the finale and wouldn't mind writing about trans fem jax instead!! :) I am also happy to do platonic x readers for him
Ships & Dynamics:
⋆｡°✩ WILL WRITE:
TYPES:
☆ X READER!!!! (PLS PLS PLS)
★ Yuri + Yaoi
☆ Canon & Non-Canon
★ I'll write for pretty much any sexuality if I feel comfortable enough representing it in my writing (I'd hate to misrepresent or spread a harmful stereotype!)
☆I'll also write for most ships unless stated otherwise!
⋆｡°✩ WON'T WRITE:
★ Anything to do with underage characters - Any underaged characters will be aged up to adults.
☆ Non-consensual activities, rape, incest, romanticised sexual abuse, necrophilia, pedophilia, homophobia/transphobia, etc.
Fandom specific:
★ Funnybunny. (or ANY Jax ships)
☆ Angel & Valentino.
★ Alastor ships where he reciprocates sexual attraction.
Extra Details + DNI Info:
☆ Most of my works will be female reader unless specified otherwise. I will gladly have a go at gender neutral or even male reader :) - (But please do be aware that it is being written by a fem lesbian, so details might be a bit off!!!!)
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Please send requests!)
Omg hihihi! Hear me out Velvette x Vox’s sister!reader headcanons 👀👀👀👀
♡ YES YES YES
❤︎ I could do so much more with this dynamic!! I love the Velvette requests keep em cominggggg
♡ (Not proofread)
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࿔˚ʚ♡ɞ˙ Velvette x Vox's Sister!Reader ˙ʚ♡ɞ˚࿔
♡ WORD COUNT: 1, 057
❤︎ Fem!Reader
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♡ It all happens pretty quick.
❤︎ Velvette knew what she wanted the second she laid her eyes on you. Images of you modelling her designs flashed before her eyes before Vox could even try to introduce you.
♡ Vox immediately shuts her offer down, but that doesn’t stop the two of you sneaking around behind his back.
❤︎ You’re a little hesitant at first, but it doesn’t take her long to strip every last doubt from your mind.
♡ Velvette knows all of his blindspots, so it’s pretty easy to slip past his watchful eye.
❤︎ Just as long as you were back after his meeting.
♡ She’d keep you for her eyes only. All dolled up and posed perfectly just for her. A sight to behold.
❤︎ If you weren’t her best model to date, she would keep it that way.
♡ Vox knows something is going on but he can’t prove anything. His cameras just so happen to glitch whenever he tries to check them.
❤︎ So he would check in on you two relentlessly. When he thinks things are heating up he’d zap into the room, only to find Velvette in the middle of doing your hair.
♡ She’ll curse at him and kick him out.
❤︎ Then when the door was closed, pounced on top of you. You laughed at her eagerness and she told you to shut up, but the smile on her face told you otherwise.
♡ You keep telling Vox he’s being paranoid, despite the fact you’re blatantly lying through your teeth and you only just managed to wipe off Velvette’s smeared lipstick from your mouth only seconds before seeing him.
❤︎ You manage to convince him that things are fine, and Velvette takes as much advantage of his lowered guard as possible.
♡ You spend almost all of your time in the studio with her.
❤︎ When Vox questions it you say you’re helping out. You become quite adept at coming up with a believable lie.
♡ “Velvette just fired one of her assistants. She needs some help.”
❤︎ “Oh, this? Velvette needed me to run a few errands. That’s all.”
♡ “She’s just helping me learn how to use makeup.”
❤︎ And it was all so Velvette could lock you in her studio and lay your freshly dolled up body across the table to have her way. Which you found no issue with, of course. She was the best thing to happen to you since landing in Hell. You were almost angry with Vox for not introducing you to her earlier.
♡ But as much as she loves the secrecy and thrill of it all, she can’t help the frustration that burns within her at the knowledge that so many designs are going to waste.
❤︎ She tries some of the outfits on her other models but none of them look right. They couldn’t wear them in the same way you did. They don’t hug their curves in the same way.
♡ Then one day, she had enough.
❤︎ She wouldn’t even ask for Vox’s approval.
♡ She would simply just post you on her socials, ignoring your worries about what your brother would think, and wait for him to burst through the doors of her studio.
❤︎ And sure enough, he did exactly that. Yelling his head off about ‘exposing his little sister’ to such a profane line of work.
♡ Velvette scoffed and rolled her eyes, insisting that you were a grown adult who could make your own choices.
❤︎ You just watched the two of them argue like siblings, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of Vox’s arguments.
♡ Eventually, Velvette wore him down with enough insults that he simply just left, sick of going in circles.
❤︎ So Velvette took that as approval.
♡ Soon her socials were filled with photos of you modelling her new lines and promoting her products.
❤︎ Although there were some garments she still kept for her eyes only. Everyone else was allowed to look, but only she can touch you.
♡ Dating her whilst also being her top model and also being Vox’s sister means your life is non-stop.
❤︎ Velvette has you by her side at all times, and when you aren’t with her Vox is likely lecturing you about the ratings and statistics of it all. (And the occasional scolding for Velvette’s choice of clothing to put you in).
♡ He doesn’t want to admit that the ratings have gone up significantly since your debut as her new model.
❤︎ She loves to pick petty fights with him over you.
♡ She’ll purposefully pull you in close to her, or wrap an arm around your waist, or go as far to kiss you in front of him purely to rub it in his face that she’s the one who managed to capture his beloved sister.
❤︎ The twitch in his eye makes it all worth it.
♡ Over time, Vox becomes less uptight about it and just rather just annoyed.
❤︎ He often walks into the studio to ask Velvette a question, only to find the two of you all over each other, not even bothering to hide it anymore.
♡ He decides to come back later.
❤︎ You probably get a strongly worded text later on.
♡ Velvette can’t help but make sure you’re always dressed in clothes made by her and in her signature colours.
❤︎ You may be biologically related to Vox, but you were still hers at the end of the day.
♡ The two of you are constantly talking shit about him. And this only ramps up in season 2. His gradual exclusion of the other Vees in his goal to take over Heaven infuriates her even more than usual.
❤︎ When he makes the deal with Alastor, the three of you sit in her studio and bitch about him. Surprisingly, the Radio Demon made for an amusing gossip session. (He finds it amusing that Vox gets so annoyed at the two of you dating and will also use that information to push his buttons even more)
♡ Aside from the clothing and the makeup, Velvette loves to leave visible marks on you that she ‘can't be bothered’ to cover up.
❤︎ As if your outfits aren’t enough of a reminder, Vox also had to look at the dark hickeys covering the skin of your neck as the culprit just smirks proudly at him.
♡ Overall, Velvette couldn’t give two shits about what Vox thinks and will go out of her way to flaunt her relationship with you.
this is gonna be like your 3rd Vox ask 😭 but I was thinking it could be like alastor owns our soul and we’re kinda like an assistant to him so in s2 when he’s stuck in the vees tower so is reader(she/her) and Vox is kinda obsessed with her
☆ I kind of went a little off track with this one... I don't know what came over me when writing it so I apologise in advance 😓
★ Slightly angsty? Again, not sure where it came from... oops...
☆ I could probably do something more in the realm of headcanons if that was more of what you wanted me to go for, but please let me know!! (I really like this prompt so I am more than happy to write more for you, anon!)
★ I hope you enjoy nontheless :)
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Vox x Alastor's Assistant!Reader
☆ WORD COUNT: 2, 160
★ GN Reader!
☆ SUMMARY: Vox finally has his rival under his thumb, but was it ever really about his feud with Alastor?
You grunted as Alastor’s shoulder hit yours. A low growl vibrated in his throat, although you knew it was hardly directed at you. The two of you exchanged a brief look, but he was becoming impossibly harder for you to read as of late. Vox’s smug grin flashed in front of you and the brightness of his screen was harsh on your eyes. They stung and watered, causing you to have to squeeze them shut. He only laughed at the reaction.
It took everything in you to not curse out Alastor right then and there. Why he made that deal with Vox, you weren’t sure, but anything could have been better than your current situation.
Bound to a chair.
At the mercy of the media overlord himself.
Who of which was Alastor’s oldest enemy.
The Radio Demon had gone a little off the rails ever since his battle with Adam. He hadn’t spoken a word to you about what happened, but you’d certainly caught a glimpse of the green stitches holding his chest together when he wasn’t looking. He was getting careless. Sloppy. The distinguished, put-together gentleman you were used to was slowly unraveling.
And he dragged you into his mess.
Why did it have to be you? Couldn’t it have been Niffty or Husk instead?
But even if you wanted to say anything, Alastor was whisked away at the flick of a hand before you could turn to dish out a glare to him. Vox silently watched him get dragged out of the office, eyes never leaving the deer’s strained smile. Until the door closed.
Vox immediately took a step toward you and leaned forward ever so slightly, making sure his screen was closer than it should be to your face. His smirk still remained, though it grew noticeably larger now that it was just the two of you in the room.
“Y’know..” He hummed. “I never understood how someone like you ended up working for him.”
All you could do was frown. It was hard to tell whether that was an insult to you or your boss.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Vox only chuckled and straightened up. He tucked his hands behind his back and tilted his head.
“Oh, simply that you had so many other better options. What does the Radio Demon give you that I couldn’t?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Is that what this is about?”
“It’s a simple question, sweetheart.”
You huffed. If you could cross your arms, you would.
“I know for a fact it’s not sex.”
You froze at his words.
Seriously?
He began to circle you slowly, eyes trained on taking in every inch of your features.
From behind you; “Can’t be money, either.” He continued.
On your left now. “Not the type.”
“And he’d be damned before he’d ever give up any of his power for someone else.” Back in front of you.
His hands rested on the arms of the chair and he towered over you. From up close, you could smell the faint metallic scent of his mechanical systems mixed with his cologne.
“So, tell me. What is it that you get out of your deal with him?”
You remained silent. One of Vox’s eyes appeared to be brighter than the other, and you were certain that if you looked hard enough you’d see the spiralling crimson hypnosis behind his pupil. Alastor’s voice rang in your head and you quickly averted your gaze. He’d basically drilled it into your skull to avoid looking the television demon directly in his eye. Supposedly, his power could be used much more subtly when he wanted to sneak his way into your mind, so it was better not to risk it.
Unfortunately, it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Look at me, princess.” He practically growled in a low, threatening voice.
One of his claws moved from the chair to your chin and grabbed it roughly between his fingers to guide your attention back to him. Your heart stuttered at the action and picked up speed out of nowhere. With nowhere else to look, you gave in and looked at him once more. His screen took up the majority of your vision, the blue glow burning your irises. You could only hope he assumed the heat of your face was just the reflection of his eyes on your skin.
“That’s better.” He smirked. “Now, care to answer me?”
You kept your mouth shut and challenged him with narrowed eyes. Usually, it was easy to put up an unbothered front around him. You could brush off his words and swiftly dodge his advances. He’d grown predictable over the years—or so you thought. Without Alastor around, you realised that the certainty you usually had in yourself was significantly lowered. He wasn’t there to protect you if things went sideways. You were completely and utterly at Vox’s mercy. Or, rather, his obsession.
His eyes gleamed eagerly at the situation, the knowledge that he had the upper hand a particularly large boost to his already massive ego. He’d been trying for years to get you to where you were right then.
“No?” He tilted his head curiously—mockingly.
“You’re not usually this quiet.” He hummed and squeezed your jaw tighter, his claws digging into your cheeks slightly.
You hated the way it made you feel.
“Alastor threaten you?” He asked. “Beat you into submission so you wouldn’t spill all his secrets?”
There was a split second where you noticed his own mask slip. The sudden flash of seriousness across his digital features. Concern.
You furrowed your brows at the thought. Alastor certainly wasn’t the kindest of demons, but he had never once laid a hand on you, nor come close to such a thing. You always assumed that Vox was aware of that.
Either way, it was just unfortunate that he was just a bit too good at getting under your skin—no hypnosis needed.
His hand moved with you as you tried to turn your head from side to side as an answer. The grip he had on you softened, even if only slightly. Then he realised what he was doing and quickly snapped back into his usual program.
“Well, lucky it’s not him I want today.”
You almost laughed at that. All of Hell knew about the ongoing feud between the two overlords. The notion of Vox ‘not wanting to hear about Alastor’ was something unheard of.
He finally let go of you and straightened up to peer down at you. He looked as though he was itching to do or say something but was holding himself back for some reason or another. And then you realised there was an unusual expression on his face. One he wasn’t hiding.
In the dim room, he easily shapeshifted into a completely different persona.
“Do you realise how long I’ve worked to get you here?” He gestured to the office around the two of you.
“I mean, preferably you would be standing by my side instead of on that chair.”
A beat of silence.
Back turned to you.
Took a deep breath.
Turned back around, frowning.
“We used to be friends.”
Your stomach dropped to the floor as he spoke over his shoulder. A wave of nausea washed over you as the memories you’d tried to lock away came flooding back in.
Back then, he was still Vincent.
And you weren’t just ‘friends’, either.
You could still recall the first time the two of you met; drunk, in a bar. It was the first time Alastor treated you to whiskey instead of your usual vodka. You’d been a lowly assistant at his radio tower that managed to work your way up to acquaintances with the overlord. When Vincent approached you with a compliment to your choice of drink, you couldn’t help but flush and poorly explained that it was Alastor’s choice rather than yours. He found you amusing at that moment. The memory was a stark contrast to the sight before you now.
From then on, the two of you were inseparable. Always together. Always on the same page. Ideas bounced off one another like a rhythmic game of ping pong. And the secrecy of your relationship only added to the thrill. By day you were close friends and business partners. By night you were tangled up in one another’s sheets.
Until the overlords’ fallout.
Then your deal with Alastor that finalised your debt to him; the catalyst for the feigned animosity between the two of you.
Now, Vox watched the way your face fell with his own solemn one. His demeanour had completely switched. There was a pleading to his tone, a desperation you haven’t heard in a long time. One akin to the Vincent you once knew.
“Why him?”
It was two simple words that stabbed you right through the heart. You couldn’t bear to look away from him, as if doing so would sever any underlying connection you had left with him. As if it would seal your answer and hence your fate.
You couldn’t tell him the real reason, as much as you wanted to. Did he know about the nights you lay awake with him running circles around your mind, just as you did with him? His obsession had certainly reached new heights in recent years, but you remained stuck on the man you tried to believe was still in there amongst all his modern developments. Box-headed and starry eyed.
The moments of silence stretched on as you looked at one another, until he stepped forward to brush a thumb delicately across your cheek. It left behind a smeared wetness from a warm tear you hadn’t realised was there. At the realisation, the sting of your eyes suddenly registered in your mind. And for those fleeting seconds as you looked up at him through watery eyes, you swore you saw Vincent staring back at you. Holding your face gently in his hands the way he used to.
“Why won’t you come back to me?”
But when he spoke, it all came crashing down around you. This was Vox. New and improved. Cocky and narcissistic. His manipulative ways were only heightened around you with the shared memories hanging over your head. Alastor warned you of such things, yet you were too weak-minded to fight it.
Even so, your foolish heart swelled and took over your thoughts. You remained still as the cords keeping you bound to the chair loosened and fell to the floor in a circled heap. It was your chance to run. To escape. Find Alastor and get out of there. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Vox held your gaze with such intensity that you were trying desperately to understand the unspoken words he was trying to get across to you.
And then your lips were pressed against his screen.
Neither of you were sure who instigated it, but neither of you pulled away, either. His hands clawed at the back of your head and tangled themselves in your hair whilst yours clutched onto the sides of his screen. The sensation was just as exhilarating as you remembered. The mixture between what was digital and tangible made your mind whir.
“Stay.” He breathed when you pulled apart. “Stay at the tower.”
“Vox…” You replied softly, only to be interrupted with his hands wrapped around your wrists to keep your arms around him.
“Vincent.” He corrected in his impetuosity. “And I can talk to Alastor. You can stay here where you belong.”
A sharp pang of emotion tugged at your heartstrings. You were looking in the eyes of a man so desperate that you should have found it pathetic. His insecurity of being left behind on full display. But you could only focus on the lingering feeling of his lips on yours and the electricity that still tingled in your bones. Could only conjure up the intense yearning for him that you’d pushed down for years, which he managed to dig up with just a few words.
“How?” Was all you could get out. Any other words failed you the second they came to mind.
“I’ll figure it out.” He whispered with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “I promise.”
You chose to ignore the doubt that nagged at your mind and smiled instead. Just for a few minutes, you’d like to believe that everything would be okay. In reality, you knew you may be signing yourself up for a worse fate. The Vees had their own notorious reputation in the Pride Ring, and Vox was no exception. Alastor had kept you around for over a decade. Would Vox do the same? Or would his obsession run dry the moment the chase was over and leave you with nothing?
The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to snap out of it. But when he kissed you once more, the alarm bells fell silent.
★ This is not a request but inspiration from a post by @willoryn!! Please go and check out her blog!!
☆ Click here to view the original post!
★ Summary: Alastor and Lucifer's bickering finally reaches a breaking point. But without Charlie to calm him down, how will you snap Lucifer out of his demonic fit of rage?
☆ Word Count: 1, 162
★ Intended as Fem!Reader but could be read as GN as well! :)
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You weren’t entirely sure how it got to this point. Lucifer’s temper could certainly be short at times, but never like this. All you could do was stumble backwards and watch helplessly as two sharp horns grew from his head and a spiked black tail whipped out from underneath his coattails. Your heart beat against your chest in a desperate attempt to escape your body, perhaps the situation, and something between fear and awe clung to your bones at the sight unfolding before you.
Those eyes you loved so much disappeared in an instant, instead replaced with ones of complete and utter fury. You frightfully watched the way they darkened to a deep red, the gold rings of his irises shining through Hell’s smoke-filled air.
You were looking at the King of Hell.
“Lucifer!” You tried to call out, but your voice was lost in the gust of wind that picked up around him. It whirled around the both of you and tousled your hair. It wasn’t particularly chilly, but it still sent shivers up your spine and spread goosebumps across your skin in its wake.
He bared his teeth in a low growl, and the wind burst into flame. The ground rumbled beneath your feet and you just barely managed to leap out of the way as a flurry of inferno shot past you and towards the Radio Demon. Alastor stood not too far away with that ever-present smile on his face twisting into a haunting grin.
There was not a trace of fear in that smug expression.
He knew how this would end.
He too was shifting into his own display of power. Black tentacles sprouted from his back and hoisted him into the air. His limbs extended in an unnatural manner, his demonic power a stark difference to the angelic ones Lucifer possessed. It was only a matter of time before their constant bickering erupted into something far worse. Far dangerous.
And Charlie was nowhere to be seen.
You realised her father grew noticeably taller in this demonic form as well. From the ground you had the perfect view of his now towering form and your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer’s claws swelled and doubled in size, poised for attack. Golden eyes opened up on the inside of his coattails and you gaped at the resemblance he had to a Seraphim. Sometimes you forgot he used to be an Angel.
The two demons were seconds away from breaking out into battle, and you knew this would end badly. Lucifer couldn’t actually harm sinners, but sinners could without a doubt harm him. Alastor especially. Everyone knew the horrors he could unleash with his power, and Charlie wasn’t there to stop it this time.
You had to do something, and quickly.
Without thinking it through, you scrambled to your feet and rushed towards Lucifer. Alarm bells blared in your mind as you practically threw yourself at him. He only had a split second to realise what was happening before you reached up to grab his face, then pulled him down to meet your lips.
The alarms stopped. Your mind went blank.
A surprised noise vibrated in his throat as you moved your lips against his almost desperately. It didn’t take long for him to begin returning the gesture, head tilting to the side as he relaxed into it and moved a hand to the side of your jaw. You could still feel the warmth of the flame in the skin of his palm and the sharpness of his claws against your skin.
You kissed him with desperation, yet he was kissing you in an almost feverish manner. Like a man starved. Like he hadn’t done such a thing in years. And perhaps he hadn’t.
It felt like hours before you finally pulled away to look him in the eye.
What the fuck did you just do?
He glanced at you through hooded eyes at first. You felt your veins burst to life at the sheer lust that burned within those crimson eyes. Until it dawned on him what just happened. His face immediately turned a bright shade of red and he stumbled over his words.
“I—What—You—”
Your words seemed to have failed you as well, because all you could do was stare back at him with your own wide eyes and hot cheeks at the realisation of what you just did.
“Oh my god—” You eventually managed to get out, stepping back nervously.
“I’m so sorry, I—I don’t know what I was thinking, I just—” It all came out at once in a word vomit of apologies and half-finished explanations.
He frowned ever so slightly as you backed away, words still spilling from your mouth. His demonic features retreated back into himself, and in the blink of an eye he was back to his normal self, carefully reaching out towards you.
He gently grabbed your hands in his, silencing the apologies spewing from you. There was a newfound look in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. They sparkled with their usual warmth, yes, but there was something else swirling around in them as well. Up close you could see the lingering redness of his cheeks.
You opened your mouth to say something, another horrified apology for your actions, but the words were sucked out of you as his lips met yours once more. The kiss was more deliberate this time. Slower. Soft. Your eyes fluttered shut. His hands rested on either side of your jaw to guide you through the movement, and yours pressed gently against his chest.
For the next few moments, you swore you’d walked through Heaven’s gates right then and there. Everything felt just perfect, just right. His touch was entirely too tender, holding you like you were the most fragile thing in all of creation. He moved closer. Your chests grazed one another. It was all so electrifying.
And then he pulled away.
There was a brief moment where the two of you were pressed together, nudging noses, breathless. Between the loss of his lips and your need for air, your mind was spinning out of control.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours.
You almost jolted at his words, heart stuttering violently. You felt dizzy and likely would have already collapsed if it weren’t for his steady hands.
“Me too.” You whispered.
Lucifer broke out into a grin. And then he was laughing. You couldn’t help yourself, either. The two of you giggled together as he pulled you in for an embrace and twirled you around.
When you calmed down, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“Thank you.” He hummed, fingers caressing your face.
You cast a glance over his shoulder at the reminder of why the two of you were there in the first place. Alastor was gone. You returned your gaze to his and smiled.
Maybe Charlie should leave more often.
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☆ I had two versions of this.... (this is also not really proofread lol)
Is it possible to see a part 2 to the ‘sloth/sleepy reader’ post with the vees, Lilith, and lute+adam? I’d especially like to see Carmine, Sara and maybe some platonic Emily or a reader within her age range, but I understand if that’s a bit much! I’m just a lady lover at heart.
But really I enjoyed the first part so much and would love to see you write more about it seeing how much you give to each character! It’d make a really cute mini series for hh and hb, but I won’t go crazy asking for it :)
☆ Technically part 3 but I'm so happy you guys are liking these!! Also I LOVE writing for the girls so pls pls pls keep em coming!
★ I also love the idea of potentially turning it into a mini series across HH and HB!!! Feel free to ask away, I really don't mind!!
★ NOTE: Original request of reader who stays at the hotel is altered for certain characters (Angels + Seraphims). Reader will be an angel for those characters because it allows for the relationship to develop more :)
☆ I also didn't do the Vees as Vel + Vox are in part 2 and I'm not too keen on writing for Val.
☆ WORD COUNT: 3, 228
★ CHARACTERS: Carmilla Carmine, Lute, Emily, Sera, Lilith, Adam
☆ Fem!Reader
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Hazbin Hotel x Sloth-like!Reader Pt.3
★ Part 1
☆ Part 2
Carmilla Carmine
★ Not a huge fan of you when you meet.
☆ You’re simultaneously working for her whilst staying at the Hazbin Hotel, and on top of that you keep falling asleep on the job.
★ To put it quite plainly, she thinks you’re a sloppy worker.
☆ You’ve gotten multiple written warnings and have faced threats of getting fired, but for some reason Carmilla never goes through with them.
★ Perhaps it’s because you always greet her with the warmest of smiles.
☆ Because you’ve memorised both her coffee and tea preferences and can whip up the perfect drink for her in seconds.
★ Or maybe it’s because no matter how many times you are scolded for your tiredness, you always manage to pull through without a complaint.
☆ Not once since working for her have you disagreed with her or tried to pick a fight. You were unusually nice for a sinner and it puts her off for a while.
★ At one stage she thinks you’re there on Charlie’s behalf to scope her out and convince her to give the hotel support.
☆ But when she pulls you aside for questioning on your affiliation with the Princess’ hotel, she was surprised at just how little you believed in redemption.
★ Feels a little bad that you are living there simply because Charlie provides you with a roof over your head and food to eat.
☆ Not overly rude like any of the other overlords would be, but is more stern than anything. She won’t yell or curse at you, but you’ll know when you’ve disappointed her.
★ Secretly finds it cute when you fall asleep somewhere but will quickly kick herself and wake you up.
☆ Over time, as she learns more about you and the difficulties you’ve faced, she grows to admire your sweetness. Even in Hell, surrounded by the most awful souls to exist, you can still find it in your heart to show kindness to others. It’s an honourable trait and one she finds particularly interesting.
★ Unlike Vaggie, who she could tell straight away was as Angel, you stump her.
☆ You certainly aren’t the most gruesome looking sinner. In fact, you were nothing short of gorgeous. And adding your behaviour on top of that, she wouldn’t be surprised if you found out you are an angel.
★ Even though you are in fact a sinner, she will still call you an angel. Not in an exorcist sense, but in the way she used to think of angels when she was alive. Beautiful and elegant. Filled with nothing but hope and care for others.
☆ Will likely become worried about your behaviour.
★ Instantly concerned when you fall asleep during the day or can barely keep your eyes open in a meeting.
☆ She’s pulled you into her office many times to ask if everything is okay, and you have to keep reassuring her that it’s just how you are and you’re fine.
★ When you start dating she will promote you to an assistant or something like that so you’re not down in the factory. She likes to keep you close, and you like running errands for her. It makes you happy to see her satisfied and to be able to help out with her stress.
☆ BIG softie behind closed doors.
★ Will happily carry you around or let you cuddle up to her. Convinces you to move in with her and leave the hotel purely because of this reason.
☆ Kisses your forehead if she catches you sleeping on her couch or in her bed.
★ Either wakes you up so you can climb into her arms or will remain as quiet as possible.
☆ If you and her daughters get along she is immediately smitten.
★ Once caught all three of you asleep on the couch with a movie playing on the TV. She took a photo and now has it framed on her desk.
☆ Super protective! She’s very motherly <3
★ (I love her omg)
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Lute
☆ LOATHES you
★ You used to be an exorcist-in-training but she had you kicked out of the program because of your tardiness and hesitancy to actually kill sinners.
☆ Instead, Adam decided to keep you on as an assistant for the both of them.
★ Lute is fully aware that this is Heaven and the people are the best of the best, but you’re just too sweet for her.
☆ You bring her coffee every morning, even when she purposefully knocks it out of your hand for weeks in a row.
★ You make sure her and Adam’s helmets and weapons are cleaned and ready to go at any moment.
☆ Unfortunately, you are good at your job. You just have a sleepy habit.
★ She finds that irritating.
☆ Constantly scolds and berates you for falling asleep and not paying attention, sometimes does it just because you breathed too loudly around her.
★ Has probably physically hurt you more than once in her angry way of waking you up.
☆ You’ve never spoken back to her or looked at her with anything but admiration. She hates the fact you look at her like you adore her.
★ If she goes too far and hurts you badly she feels bad.
☆ Once she pushed you off your chair and you fell at a weird angle on your leg. She didn’t help when she basically stomped on you and shouted at you for being lazy.
★ It was the first time her actions made you cry and yelp in pain.
☆ She jolted backward at the sound and froze up. Usually she revelled in pained cries, but this was different.
★ One of the exorcists helped you up and volunteered to take you to the medical wing, all while Lute just watched. She was unsure what to do and could only stare at you as you wrapped your arms around the angel’s neck and they carried you away.
☆ Lute is confused at the unexpected flare of anger she felt at the sight of someone else taking you away. She can’t figure out who exactly she’s angry at. You, for being so weak? The exorcist, for being the one to swoop in and help you? Herself, for not doing anything?
★ You are bedridden for a week as the nurses work on mending your leg. They use magic to fix it, but even then it still needs time to recover. In your absence, Lute notices every little inconvenience.
☆ All the small tasks you run around and do without her noticing begin to pop up. Things don’t get done and she is left running around to fix them.
★ When she sucks it up and visits you in the hospital, she freezes up again. She’s ridden with guilt at the sight of you all bandaged up, and it’s a feeling she's unfamiliar with.
☆ You still greet her with bright eyes and a wide smile, and it only makes her feel worse. It’s as if you didn’t blame her at all.
★ Won’t apologise or even hint at it, but she’ll become noticeably nicer to you when you return.
☆ Coffees don’t get thrown to the ground.
★ Her scoldings become less frequent.
☆ You even get an occasional ‘thank you’ which almost makes you explode every time.
★ When she catches you sleeping, she just gently hits you or barks your name to wake you up instead of full on screaming or punching you.
☆ If she notices you nodding off, she’ll click in your face or quietly murmur in your ear.
★ She doesn’t even realise that she’s getting soft until Adam points it out one day.
☆ Denies it and refuses to believe anyone who says she’s grown fond of you. Only realises that they’re right when she catches herself smiling at you or thinking how pretty you are when you’re asleep.
★ Hates herself for thinking those things, but can’t help the flutter of her heart whenever you’re near.
☆ Internal homophobia goes crazy with her.
★ If she ever gets over her internal hatred and refusal to accept her feelings and the two of you do get together, she is INSANELY overprotective.
☆ WILL pick a fight and hold a huge grudge against anyone who says anything remotely negative about you or dares to wake you up.
★ Has snapped at Adam more than once for making inappropriate comments about you.
☆ Not very affectionate but the longer you’re together she might let you rest your head on her shoulder behind closed doors.
★ The more you get her to open up the more she’ll adore you and allow herself to express her feelings.
☆ Awkwardly sits beside you if you’re asleep and glares at people who walk past even slightly noisily.
★ Secretly a dork but if you tell anyone she’ll kill you
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Emily
☆ Emily finds you absolutely ADORABLE!!
★ Will go out of her way to make sure you’re as comfortable as can be.
☆ She will likely be concerned at first, thinking maybe you’re going through something or aren’t feeling well.
★ Once you tell her that you’re okay and it’s just how you’ve always been, she becomes incredibly understanding.
☆ Adores you completely and will accommodate for you no matter the situation.
★ Falling asleep during a meeting? That’s okay, we can pick it up later!
☆ Too tired to go out? She’ll come over instead!
★ Beams with happiness whenever you fall asleep on her.
☆ She’s a huge cuddler so she is always up for a nap and loves when you cling to her.
★ Her favourite part is not only when you wake up, but when you’re on the verge of falling asleep. Your eyes are so droopy and all you want is for her to be with you. She can’t help but give in every time.
☆ Not one to threaten people if they’re being loud, but will instead politely shush them or just take you to another room.
★ Will defend you SO HARD if anyone dares to call you lazy or sloppy.
☆ When Hell is threatening to overtake Heaven, she gets rather protective of you. She won’t let you out of her sight.
★ Might get a tiny bit snappy from the stress but immediately feels horrible afterwards.
☆ You two don’t take long to get together. (Classic wlw relationship..)
★ You’re skeptical when she tells you about Charlie’s hotel but she is insistent on convincing you that it’s a cause worth fighting for.
☆ Sera probably tries to get you to talk some sense into Emily but you can’t help but feel inclined to take Emily’s side even if you yourself aren’t convinced that redemption is possible.
★ You support her no matter what, even when Sera threatens the two of you with the possibility of becoming fallen.
☆ Emily comes home and rants to you about all the horrible things that the Excorcists have done and you just stay silent and stroke her hair comfortingly. Sometimes she will just rant to your sleeping face, even though you can’t hear her consciously. Unconsciously, however, you’ll pull her in tighter and she will tear up and wrap her arms around you.
★ She’s such a cutie and will do anything for you.
☆ Pillows and blankets are a constant and you’ll wake up with them no matter where you are.
★ You’re just so sweet and so pretty she can’t help but fall head over heels for you :(
☆ And vice versa—I mean, have you seen Emily?
★ The two of you are just cutie patooties and two peas in a pod. You’re basically inseparable from the second you meet!
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Sera
☆ Oh, this woman is STRESSED always.
★ Instantly thinks something is wrong and will worry about it for days until she finally asks what’s happening.
☆ Isn’t too relieved when you first try and reassure her it’s just the way you are, but will become calmer the more she gets to know you.
★ She struggles with letting her guard down, especially as the Head Seraphim, and she envies you every time she catches you asleep somewhere.
☆ She’s probably really sleep deprived and wishes she could just fall asleep as quickly as you.
★ You try to make her life easier by doing small tasks and putting out small fires before the word can get to her.
☆ When she realises what you do behind the scenes she’s filled with admiration for you and how kind you are.
★ Thinks you’re the embodiment of what an angel should be. (Maybe minus the tiredness…)
☆ Will carefully wake you up and try not to scare you in doing so.
★ Super gentle with you.
☆ She’s kind of like Carmilla but WAY softer.
★ She becomes really protective of you but in a loving way rather than a controlling way.
☆ Just doesn’t want anything to happen to you.
★ Will gladly unwind with you at the end of the day and crawl under the covers for a sleep.
☆ You have inadvertently fixed her sleep schedule and insomnia.
★ She is noticeably more calmer with you around.
☆ When you get together she will constantly just watch you. Not in a creepy way, but in a ‘my girlfriend is so pretty she’s so cute when she’s tired’ way.
★ LOVES when you bury your face in her hair while you’re sleeping.
☆ Quite happy to show affection at home, but still wants to keep her image to the public. (She’s not really that slick with it though… everyone knows)
★ Naturally, you and Emily get along like best friends. She is over the moon every time the two of you interact.
☆ With redemption being proved possible and Hell beginning an uprising, she is incredibly overwhelmed with stress.
★ You try to coax her into sleep but she is too worried about the future of Heaven and the very real threat of war.
☆ She becomes a bit too protective and will either shut you out or keep you as close as possible. It’s between the fear of Hell finding out about you or you finding out about Hell.
★ During this period, her stress rubs off on you and your tiredness also becomes less frequent.
☆ You’re worried about her more than anything but she doesn’t want to scare you.
★ After things settle down and Hell is stopped, Sera has never felt more relief in her life. The sleep the two of you had that night was unmatched.
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Lilith
NOTE: This is 100% NOT canon to her character because we literally don't know anything about her. I just like the idea that she's really gentle...
☆ Finds you adorable.
★ Might have kept you around as a pet at first but grows too attached.
☆ You’re simply too amusing!
★ Thinks you are just the sweetest little thing. How could you possibly have ended up in her realm?
☆ Tells you that you’re lucky she found you when she did otherwise Hell would have gotten to you first.
★ Treats you as a pet at first but the more she gets to know you she sees you more as a person to love instead.
☆ The two of you sneak around behind Lucifer’s back, and he is none the wiser.
★ Depending on the stage of their relationship, the three of you might be entangled together… (if Lilith can bear to share you)
☆ For the most part though, you two are right under his nose.
★ Happily moves you to bed if you’ve fallen asleep somewhere you shouldn’t.
☆ Surprisingly, she doesn’t scold you or tell you off.
★ For the Queen of Hell, she’s rather polite and kind herself.
☆ Or maybe that was just towards you.
★ Loves to cradle your tired face in her hands and watch the way your cheeks squish and eyes droop.
☆ She certainly has her moments where she can be cold and distant. Especially at the start. She’s a Queen, she has things to worry about and a realm to watch over.
★ You’re technically a peasant that she so graciously allowed into her home.
☆ She might become snappy from time to time, but you’re quick to weasel your way through her barriers.
★ Lucifer gets on her nerves from time to time and she doesn’t mean to take it out on you.
☆ Isn’t sure whether she should be offended or grateful that you’ve got such an effect on her.
★ Is quite soft and gentle with you unless you ask otherwise.
☆ When she ‘disappears’ from Hell she insists you come to Heaven with her.
★ The two of you spend your days by the beach where you can sleep all day in the sun and soak in one another’s presence.
☆ She never tells you why the two of you are there, what is happening or why she won’t answer any of Charlie’s calls, but you don’t question it.
★ You’re simply happy to be there with her for the rest of eternity, and she is glad to be away from the chaos of Hell. (and to be able to spend her time with you away from her nagging husband)
☆ Continues to admire your sleepy behaviour and lets you snuggle up to her under the setting sun.
★ Unfortunately, things don’t last forever and the two of you have to return to Hell so she can fix a rather big mess.
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Adam
☆ Probably thinks you’re “boring as shit” to begin with.
★ Doesn’t really care much and will taunt you constantly.
☆ Your beauty and kindness isn’t lost on him, he openly admits how hot you are.
★ He knows you’ll do pretty much anything for him and 100% uses that knowledge to his advantage.
☆ LOVES to scare you awake. Doesn’t care how, as long as you jump in fright or scream he’s satisfied.
★ Constantly pays you out for it.
☆ Is another one to think you’re lazy and annoying, despite the fact he’s lowkey the same…
★ To your surprise, he won’t do anything inherently sexual until the two of you are at least on friendly terms.
☆ Won’t stop his remarks and comments, though.
★ They start off as insulting but eventually take a turn.
☆ Despite his constant teasing and harassment, you’re still ever so sweet to him. He isn’t sure how to take it so he just pays you out more.
★ Quite literally the epitome of ‘he bullies you because he likes you’.
☆ The closer you two get his genuine insults become more playful.
★ Soon the two of you are laughing and giggling together at inside jokes.
☆ He’ll start to play lighthearted pranks on you to wake you up rather than straight up bullying you.
★ When he starts defending you and willing to go out of his way to get you something or protect you is when he realises that he likes you.
☆ When he realises he might act a little weird around you.
★ I like to think he becomes less cocky and more flustered when he’s genuinely crushing on someone and not just lusting after them.
☆ The first time you fell asleep on him was (thankfully) during this crushing phase.
★ He froze up and got REALLY awkward.
☆ He doesn’t know how to do this romance thing anymore.
★ Eventually gets the courage to wrap an arm around you. Probably cringes at himself for it but won’t actually move away.
☆ He starts to see you as cute rather than just ‘hot’ or ‘boring’.
★ He’s also another one to take photos of you sleeping. He either hides them as his own little secret or he’ll blatantly show them to you and tell you how dumb you look. (It’s his way of flirting)
☆ When he finally gets comfortable with you he’s CONSTANTLY flirting.
★ PDA is insane and he’ll gladly let you sleep on his lap no matter where you guys are.
☆ Weirdly obsessed with you, actually.
★ Not really controlling, he’s more laid back. He is still paranoid of you leaving him, though.
☆ He’s still a dick about your tiredness but he does learn to accept and adore it.
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★ I feel like i went a little off track with some of these... lol...
I adored the way you executed the request so so much !!!!! 🥺
All of your takes where wonderful jtnjnjhkbjn I can't even pick a favorite chr tbh I was gonna try but I loved all of them !!!!
Some tid bits I enjoyed the most though where def nifty seeing you as the hotel pet (( LMAO )) Vaggie just yeeting you out of bed every morning 💀 Husk hissing at someone potentially waking you up (( adorable )) and just baxters as a whole y e s HVJGNHMH and Charlie's was so so sweet :'D !!!!!
May I please request an continuation with how vox and velvet would react to / be with reader As well ?? ?? :0
★ YES I was kind of hoping for these two to be requested... Velvette my beloved
☆ WORD COUNT: 1, 385
★ CHARACTERS: Velvette, Vox.
☆ WARNINGS: Some toxic relationship themes
★ Fem!Reader
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Hazbin Hotel x Sloth-like!Reader Pt.2
Part 1
Part 3
Velvette
☆ Finds you unbearably irritating at first.
★ Not only were you disgustingly nice (or ‘fucking stupid’, as she calls it), but you were plain lazy. That simply wouldn’t do.
☆ And on top of THAT, you were checked into that god awful hotel?
★ Satan, give her strength. What sin of hers was so bad that she ended up with you?
☆You learn pretty early on not to miss deadlines or be late to anything, no matter how short notice she gives you. Her fits of rage are horrifying to witness, yes, but most of all you hated being the cause of her foul moods.
★ Velvette loves praise, and flattery most certainly will get you somewhere. But only to an extent. She’s got sharp ears and can hear when it’s not genuine.
☆ She can’t wrap her head around your gentle nature. You’re too kindhearted, too soft. It makes it hard for her to shake her suspicions of you, and she’ll often just glare at you.
★She’ll probably be quite rough and mean to you in the beginning. Constantly cussing you out and reprimanding you for the smallest of things. The truth is that your sweet words and no-questions-asked obedience gets to a point where it flusters her and she isn’t quite sure what to do with it.
☆ She lashes out unexpectedly and acts disgusted at everything you do. And though those feelings were the truth at the start, she is reluctant to admit when you’ve grown on her.
★ Although she managed to knock some of the tardiness out of you, it didn’t stop the random dozing off and napping on random couches in Vee tower.
☆ The first handful of times she caught you would end in you being jolted awake by either a loud noise or getting whacked by her. It was usually followed up with a shouted curse and accusation of being lazy.
★ Over time Velvette became noticeably softer towards your acts of tiredness.
☆ She began to recognise when your eyelids were growing heavy and when your mind was on the brink of checking out for the day and act accordingly.
★ Meetings ended abruptly with a ‘we’ll pick this up tomorrow’, and when you actually nod off accidentally during a meeting she would be much more gentle in waking you up.
☆ Not that she’d coddle you or anything, but a simple tap on your arm and a few grumbles of your name and she had you back in seconds.
★ Those rough ways of waking you from your naps on the couch? They become non-existent as she gets more fond of you. Instead, she opts for threatening everyone else if they dare to wake you up. (Only to then wake you up eventually herself, but that's only so she could see the moment your eyes softened upon realising who she was.)
☆ If she ever allows herself to accept the fact that she has feelings for you and the two of you begin dating, she becomes rather overprotective and adoring of your habits.
★ She has a whole folder (and probably a secret account) dedicated to photos of you sleeping. It’s probably one of her lockscreens or desktop backgrounds. She collects them like pokemon.
☆ Not big on PDA, but if it’s just the Vees in one of the living rooms she might let you sleep on her shoulder as she scrolls.
★ Insists you leave the hotel and stay at the tower instead, which unfortunately does work almost immediately. She’s too convincing… too pretty…
☆ As for her attitude towards your sweetness, she learns to appreciate it as much as she can. Social media is filled with obscene amounts of hate, (partly thanks to her), and so having your positive energy around her is incredibly refreshing rather than irritating.
★ She learns to see you as optimistic and carefree rather than naive and lazy.
☆ She is quite happy to lounge around with you behind closed doors, but no one has to see that.
★ Velvette despises the fact that you managed to wriggle under her skin, but she’d be damned if she ever gives you up.
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Vox
☆ Similar to Velvette, Vox genuinely believes that you’re lazy and finds you frustrating to be around.
★ Just stay awake, it isn’t that hard!!
☆ Finds the fact you’re so sweet incredibly pathetic. No wonder he was able to get your soul so quickly.
★ Isn’t surprised when he finds out you’re at the hotel. Thinks it's pretty fitting, actually. You just looked like someone who would believe the bullshit that comes from the Princess’ mouth.
☆ But when you admit you’re only there for the free stuff, he commends you silently. He didn’t think you had it in you.
★ He quickly decides that your kind nature is something he could bend to his will if he plays his cards right.
☆ It doesn’t stop him from scolding you for sleeping or zapping you awake, but if he ever thinks he may have gone too far he knows you’ll forgive him just as quick as his temper snaps.
★ Quite toxic in that sense – realises he could do almost anything and you’d still find it in your heart to forgive him.
☆ Since you’re usually rather tired, it means you have far less control over your mind than any usual soul he comes across in Hell. You’re easy pickings for his hypnosis; not that he needs to use it often. You’re willing to do whatever he says most of the time. Probably uses it to make you spy on the Hazbin Hotel because he knows you’re too nice (“weak”) to actually lie to their faces.
★ The longer he keeps you around, the more attached he gets.
☆ Suddenly he’s finding your tired eyes and puffy face adorable, and when your hair is all messed up like that he can’t control his thoughts.
★ You’re just so malleable to him. He can turn you into anything he likes.
☆ He could make you a star and put you on display for all of Hell to see, or he could just keep you for himself. His eyes only. And that’s what he does.
★ The more time you spend around him, the more he begins to insist you just move into Vee tower and leave that ratty hotel behind. He didn’t need you as a spy anymore, he had Angel Dust for that. Why waste your time there when you could just spend all your time here? With him?
☆ It doesn’t take much convincing for you to move in. Vox was offering you everything the Hazbin Hotel offered but with less holding hands and more… well… Vox.
★ He learns to be somewhat gentle with you, but still likes the shocked look on your face when he’s rude to you.
☆ PDA is a no-go except for a hand on your waist or shoulder. Often pinches your side if he notices you nodding off.
★ “Come on, Princess. Stay awake for me, yeah?”
☆ As things begin to heat up with his whole ‘taking over Heaven thing’ he grows much more short-tempered and will revert back to his initial behaviour. He gets snappy again and finds you lazy. Do you even want him to succeed?
★ The two of you might grow distant during this phase and you choose to either sleep alone or with Vel/Val. (I’d like to imagine you’re quite close with all of the Vees, and we know that the other two hate how Vox makes everything about him near the end of the season).
☆ Also potentially Angel Dust if the two of you are close.
★ As a captive, Alastor just finds it amusing to watch.
☆ Vox doesn’t take much notice of your absence at first, but the one time he tries to seek you out and is met with an unexpected rude remark from you, that’s when he realises something is off.
★ Not once have you ever insulted him or tried to push him away. He isn’t sure whether to feel guilty at the cold look in your eyes or turned on.
☆ After he quite literally almost destroys all of Hell it takes a little bit for the two of you to get back to normal. He is just utterly frustrated that you don’t forgive him right away like you usually do.
★ Overall pretty toxic but will definitely be a softie behind closed doors. He loves his sleepy girl <3
☆ This one isn't a request, but one I've had sitting in a document for a little while. First actual piece of fanfic writing I did!
★ I'm a huge sucker for Velvette and I'm really sad there's not much writing out there for her. She's too underrated for my liking... (same for the rest of the girls in the show!!) lesbian requests are more than welcome
☆ SUMMARY: The Vees have tried and failed to recruit you over the course of a couple of weeks. Who knew that one simple visit from Velvette would be enough to convert you?
★ WORD COUNT: 1, 808
☆ WARNINGS: A bit suggestive; allusions to sex.
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“You were a hard one to find, babes.”
Startled, you whirled around to find the one and only Velvette standing behind you, hand on hip and phone in the other. As always, she looked immaculate—even in the dinginess of the alley. Her hair cascaded down her back in vibrant swirls of pink and white and deep navy, and a white dress clung to her body. You tried not to stare at the way it stopped just short of her thighs or the way pieces of her hair fell softly over her shoulders and dusted her collarbones.
You sighed and relaxed slightly. The Vees had been chasing you down for two weeks now. You thought they’d have given up and moved on by now, but they seemed desperate. She was the last one to make an attempt.
“I thought I told you all I’m not interested.”
Velvette only rolled her eyes at you as her smirk widened.
“Oh, I know you did.” She slowly stalked towards you, the scent of her perfume getting stronger with every step. It was an expensive scent, one you couldn’t quite put your finger on. One that seemed well and truly out of your budget. Nevertheless, it made you a little dizzy.
“But only fools are dumb enough to work for the other two.” She stopped right in front of you, her eyes examining your every feature. A sense of unease ran through you. The hairs on your arms stood up. You wanted to shrink under her gaze. To back away and make a run for it even if to only escape the intensity of her attention.
But instead, you chose to stand whatever ground you had and refused to crumble in front of her. Both of you knew you weren’t fooling anyone.
“Satan forbid I want to keep my soul.” You huffed.
She laughed. “Oh, doll. How sweet.”
You raised a brow, failing to see the humor in your statement. In a world where sinners would sell their souls willy nilly at the slightest of attention from an overlord, you refused to do such a thing. Or so you thought.
“That sort of thinking will only last you so long. Pretty thing like you will get snatched up in no time whether you see it coming or not.”
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise.” She reached a hand out to grab ahold of your chin. She was taller than you by the slightest amount, but it was enough to give her the tiniest advantage. And any advantage was a big one in Hell. The tip of her nails gently dug into your chin as she held your gaze intently.
Fuck, she really was pretty, especially up close like this.
“I could give you anything you want, y’know.” She said softly. “You’d be a real star. Not like those other half-brained idiots.”
You remained silent, challenging her with your eyes. She only narrowed her own and pulled your face an inch closer.
“What is it you want, then? Hm?”
Her hand slowly began to trail from your chin along your jaw, making sure her nails dragged lightly over your skin. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps rose on your arms.
“Fame?”
Down your neck.
“Money?”
Across your throat, gently grasping around it with her whole hand now.
Your breath caught in your throat.
“Vox wanted you for himself.” She murmured, leaning in close to your ear. Her breath was warm against you. “But I couldn’t let that happen.”
You hated how quickly she managed to get to you. And how you just let her. Her perfume was just too sweet and her dress hugged her in all the right places and she was oh so insistent on recruiting you. She seemed to catch on to this and smirked into your neck only to begin placing small kisses on the back of your jaw, her lipstick leaving a sticky residue behind.
“You could model for me.” She hummed in between kisses. You tried to keep your hands to yourself, but they twitched at your sides in anticipation.
“Could dress you up however I want…” She continued, working her way to your neck. “My little doll.”
You swallowed, glancing around partly in hopes no one was watching and partly to try and focus on something other than the warm sensation of her lips moving against your neck. It was so sweet, so addicting. Dangerously so. You spent two weeks successfully turning down invitations from the Vees. Vox and Valentino had both cornered you separately, and you managed to get out unscathed. Of course it was Velvette who managed to have an effect on you.
“Wouldn’t you like that?” Her voice broke you from your thoughts and you returned your attention to the overlord.
You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You wanted nothing to do with Vox and his tech company or Valentino and his porn movies. But Velvette had always caught your eye in a different way.
Not that you thought you could be a model, but the idea of her dressing you up exactly how she wanted. The way her hand would brush against your waist and the prickle of the pin as she altered your clothing. The way she’d tilt your face this way and that as she applied makeup, pinching your chin between her fingers oh so gently. You would be hers to style however she pleased—a doll for her to use. You felt a jolt of excitement just thinking about it, followed almost immediately by shame.
You really weren’t that easy, were you?
Apparently you were, because the second she pulled back to look at you with those piercing red eyes, filled with need, you felt your walls crumbling even further.
Fuck.
“They don’t deserve you.”
Her hands moved back to your jaw, this time holding either side, cradling your face in her manicured hands.
“You’ll come back to the tower with me, yeah?”
“Velvette..” The piece of rationality left in your brain desperately tried to claw its way through to save the last bit of dignity you had, but she silenced it with a finger to your lips. And then it slipped away as if it never existed, never standing a chance in the first place.
“None of that.” The desire in her eyes burned through your skull as her smirk returned. Her lipstick was slightly smudged and you fought the urge to wipe it clean with your thumb.
“I’ve got you, don’t I?”
You felt a spark of defensiveness mixed with hot shame at the truth. Just a few touches and kisses and she had you wrapped around her finger – just as she anticipated. Just as she wanted.
“Shut up.” Was all that happened to slip out, and she chuckled cruelly at your poor effort of a retort.
“You’re shit at this, babe.”
And then she was pulling you along with her.
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Velvette ushered you through the halls of Vee tower, expertly blocking you from view of Vox’s cameras as you walked. The place was just as wondrous as you remembered, but even more so now with the feeling of Velvette’s hand on your lower back guiding you around the corners.
Other workers spared the two of you a curious glance but quickly ceased their staring as Velvette shot them a warning glare, the daggers in her eyes enough to shatter a soul. She all but pushed you into the elevator, the doors tinted a shimmering pink that you would’ve marvelled at if Velvette hadn’t pounced on you the second they closed behind you two.
“Velv—” You tried, but she shushed you quickly with a bite to your neck.
“Don’t.” She murmured against you. “You’ll ruin it.”
You had to bite down on your lower lip to stop the noise that almost escaped your throat. She continued to work expertly across your skin, teeth grazing and occasionally sinking in as she moved. You struggled to think straight. Her lips were so soft and she had you pinned quite well against the elevator wall. You wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon. But did you really want to?
A high pitched ding sounded and the doors slid open. Velvette pulled back and you shivered at the chill of the air in her absence. She left you no time to dwell on it and grabbed your arm to tug you along with her. You asked no questions and followed quickly, relishing in the feeling of her hand wrapped around your wrist and nails digging into your skin.
She led you down a short hallway and stopped briefly at two large heart-shaped doors. She fiddled with a keypad off to the side and the doors swung inward, opening her penthouse up for the two of you. It was an elegant place with lots of pinks and purples everywhere, and there were hearts embedded somehow into most things. It smelled faintly sweet as if there were a candle burning somewhere in the house.
You took the time to glance around and take in just how extravagantly Velvette lived. There was no doubt in your mind that every single thing there was unfathomably expensive.
“Count yourself lucky, sweetheart. I don’t let just anyone in here.” She smirked and linked her arm with yours, purposefully trailing her nails down the inside of your arm until she could grab your wrist again—then yanked.
You stumbled sideways at the sudden pull. Right into her. She responded with a cruel laugh and was quick to slip her hands around your waist and walk you backwards. The back of your knees hit the sofa, sending you backwards. Velvette sized the opportunity to climb on top of you, knee slotting perfectly in between your legs as she did so. Your breath hitched at the sensation which only spurred her further.
“God, you’re so easy. It’s pathetic.” She whispered into your ear, breath hot and dizzying.
She gave you no chance to respond before her lips finally met with yours. They were soft and tasted like strawberry chapstick, which you tried desperately not to lick straight off. Your tongues danced and swirled together, her teeth occasionally grazing against it. Instinctively, your hands moved to rest on the back of her jaw whilst hers decided to begin their journey underneath your top. A nail tore through your top button. It popped off your top in a split second and flung to the side somewhere. Her lips shifted in the middle of the kiss, curving into a slight smirk at the knowledge that she’d just ruined your shirt.
Oh, well. She would’ve told you it was a shitty piece of clothing, anyway. Looks like someone is well and truly in need of some dressing up. Nothing Velvette couldn’t fix. You were hers now, after all.
hiii! could you write about a vox x fallen angel reader? like someone who vox captured as soon as they land and tries to be stern with them, but she’s just so sweet it’s hard too. i’d imagine he can’t figure out how they ended up in hell, and reader can’t understand why he’s being so rough with her when she’s trying to be kind.
☆ The fallen angel reader concept is actually amazing, I think it's such a fun pairing to write about with Vox!
★ I could write so much more off of this so if anyone wants more pls hmu....
☆ Pls note that this hasn't really been edited or proofread :)
★ GN reader!!
☆ WORD COUNT: 2, 512
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Vox x Fallen Angel! Reader
It all happened in a blur. One minute you were backing away from Sera’s growing form, the next you were tumbling from the sky. Pain shot through you as you felt your body morph and change violently, the wind stripping you of everything that deemed you holy. Your wings melted off of your back in a flurry of feathers. Your halo followed close behind, falling through the sky as if it were nothing but a cheap ring of metal. Wind whipped in your ears, but you could faintly hear Adam’s voice carrying through wishing you a profaned goodbye.
Asshole.
You hit the ground with a thud, bones and muscles exploding with pain from the impact. Feathers drifted down from the air and landed gently around you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move just yet. Your mind was still processing what had just happened. As of that morning, you were a fallen angel. Never to return to Heaven. Very few angels fell, so why had they deemed you as too sinful to remain within Heaven’s gates for a simple disagreement?
As your ears stopped ringing, you could finally hear the sounds of Hell’s streets around you. Grunting, you pushed yourself off the ground and sat up to take in your new home. The first thing that hit you was the foul smell in the air and the clamour of sinners as they began to take notice of you.
Your heart dropped and you scrambled to your feet as they closed in on you. They were a group of rather burly sinners with ugly faces and foul breath.
“And what do we have here?” One of them said with a raspy voice.
“Looks like a new one.”
“Quite a pretty one, too.”
“Oh, come on, darl. We ain’t gon’ bite ya. Unless you want us to.”
One off to the left noticed the pile of wings and the remains of your halo on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and his eyes widened.
“It’s a fuckin’ angel!” He exclaimed, catching the attention of the others.
Two of them exchanged a glance and returned their hot gaze to you.
“Looks like we just won the jackpot.”
You were at a loss for words. Your throat tightened and your heart felt as if it was about to burst out of your chest. What was this feeling? You hadn’t felt such fear since you were alive. No, not just fear. Terror. You frantically searched for an outing, something that could be used against them, maybe. But you’d never used a weapon before. And these sinners were all twice your size. You were screwed.
“What’s going on here?” There was a flash of blue electricity, and a voice cut through the group’s lewd comments.
They all spun around with wide eyes.
“Vox!”
“Shit—”
The sinner stepped closer, looming over the others. He donned a striped blue suit and had a television as a head. His red eyes flashed at them on the screen with an unamused expression.
“We was just, uh—”
You clutched a hand over your chest, unsure of what was happening. This ‘Vox’ character locked eyes with you and raised a digital brow.
“And who is this?”
He pushed the others to the side and they stumbled into one another. Vox strode towards you and towered over you. He didn’t speak, just looked between you and the feathers at your feet. Then it clicked.
“A fallen angel?” He asked, almost accusatory.
You looked at him with wide eyes, words failing you. Instead, all you did was nod slightly.
A smirk spread across his features and he reached a hand out to roughly grab ahold of your chin in his large claws. He twisted your head this way and that as if examining you.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
You chuckled nervously, but it came out more like a strangled cry than a laugh.
His smirk widened. “You’re a bit far from home, aren’t you?”
You weren’t sure if it was the situation or the harsh way he was squeezing your face, but tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and one of your hands gripped onto his wrist in a struggling plea to release you. He watched the stray tears roll down your cheeks and found a twisted sense of satisfaction at the sight.
“Looks like I’ve just found myself a new pet.” He grinned and shoved you forward, guiding you away from the stunned group of sinners who had cornered you moments prior.
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“Thank you for helping me back there.” You murmured awkwardly.
You stood in front of him with your back turned as his associate, who you’ve come to know as Velvette, moved around you, tugging on your hair and wrapping measuring tape around every limb on your body. Every now and then she’d mutter to herself and write her measurements down. Vox stood behind the two of you, watching your reflection in the mirror with his arms crossed.
“I wasn’t helping you, angel.” He spoke the word as if it was bitter in his mouth, and he practically spat it out.
“Well, you did, in the end. You saved me from those nasty sinners.”
Velvette cringed slightly and murmured “Oh, babe… no.” and ‘accidentally’ pricked you with a pin. Vox was unsure whether the word ‘saved’ was a boost or hit to his ego. His eyes narrowed at you as you jumped from Velvette’s prick.
“Did I?” He growled. “I don’t think you understand what’s happening here.”
You frowned slightly, confused. He did save you. There you were, cornered and frightened, and he came in like a knight in shining armour and brushed those sinners off like it was nothing. He brought you to this luxurious building and had you getting sized up for new outfits. What else could that possibly be?
He stalked towards you and Velvette stood up with a hand on her hip. He stopped when he was right behind you and maintained eye contact in the mirror.
“If you believe I truly saved you, then you are completely indebted to me.” His hands squeezed your shoulders, tips of his claws digging into your collarbones. “You belong to me now, got it?”
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From that fateful day, you worked tirelessly to repay Vox for his kindness of saving you. But over time, you realised it was less out of kindness but selfishness. You shouldn’t have been surprised, considering this was Hell after all. But you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse him.
The Vees continued to milk every last cent out of the ‘Fallen Angel’ concept. Although you remained under Vox’s contract, you were shared around with Velvette and occasionally Valentino. You were Velvette’s top model and were used in promotional photoshoots for Valentino’s films. But most of all, you were Vox’s star. By his side wherever there would be cameras. You were the Vee’s biggest accomplishment, and the engagement never seemed to die down like they did with all of their previous ones. Who knew that the key to their success was a fallen angel?
As the ratings got higher, Vox’s ego only boosted. He was rough and snappy with you and didn’t care much for what you had to say. Your entire life revolved around him and the schedules he had prepared for you. And amongst all of that, he managed not to break your innocence. You cheerfully agreed with everything he said and obediently followed his orders. You still said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, and greeted him with the sweetest of smiles each morning, followed by the question of how he slept that night. Which he would respond with an irritated grunt.
You couldn’t understand why he was so rough with you for the first few months. You were nothing but kind to him and you listened to everything he told you, so why did he always seem so angry whenever you were around? For a while you offered him gifts and to make his coffee, but he quickly shut that down under the claim that it ‘isn’t your job’ and never brought it up again.
He would yank on your arm and tug you by your hair to get you moving or if you were in the wrong spot. He raised his voice fairly often and grumbled under his breath whenever you did something wrong. But throughout all of it, he never actually laid a violent hand on you with the full intent of hurting you. He never hit or threatened to do so. Sure, he was rough with his hands in the way he held you or pulled you along, but it was never enough to leave marks or elicit a pained cry from you.
Fortunately for you, you could see how you managed to wear him down.
He used to grunt and wave you off whenever you asked him how he slept, but over time “Hmph” turned into “Fine”, and then “Pretty well, angel. You?” He only ever yelled at you in the first few weeks, but after that he opted for a calmer approach. He would pull you aside instead and tell you what needed to change. Servants became less frequent, and soon enough it was simply just him using it as an excuse to pay you a visit. Frowns turned into reluctant smiles, and then eventually laughter. Inside jokes began to form against his will and he hated how he looked forward to his meetings with you.
He wanted to hate every second of it.
You were a fallen angel. He had your soul. He was supposed to be in control all the time. But you never cursed and your touch was so gentle. Your voice was just so soft and so sweet and you’d barely seen much of Hell. He kept you within the confines of the Vee tower; He couldn’t bear anyone else breaking that naivety of yours that he loved so much. You were so easy to spook, so easy to fluster. And yet it was you who got under his skin.
One day, you sat across from him in his office. It was a regular performance review, nothing out of the ordinary. He would sit there and pull up your overview of ratings and engagement with the public to show you where you sat within the Vees’ radar. It reminded you of a dunk tank where some days you were well and truly above the water whilst others you’d drown if you received one more hit. Thankfully, this was one of the good days.
“I have to commend you for your scores this month, Y/N. Very impressive indeed.” He hummed, flicking through the holographic charts with his finger. You sat with your hands tightly clasped in your lap and watched him patiently.
“Ratings have never been higher.” He commented, claws on his other hand tapping against his desk.
“Velvette said the shoot with Angel Dust did well.” You chimed in.
He cast his eyes over to you for a moment, then waved his hand. You watched as the hologram fizzled into nothing, leaving the room darker than it seemed.
“I suppose.” He mused, leaning back in his chair. He looked as though he was about to say something else but stopped himself short and instead just observed you for a few moments.
A few agonising, slow moments.
You felt his gaze burn through you as if he could see and hear every thought that ran through your mind. And maybe he could. Would you be so opposed to that?
After squirming awkwardly under his gaze for what felt like ten minutes, you gathered enough courage to be the one to break the silence.
“Is there… something on your mind, Sir?”
He almost jolted at your words, as if he hadn’t expected you to notice his staring. As if you were an inanimate object that had somehow sprung to life.
Vox was quick to compose himself and leaned his elbows on the desk.
“Tell me, Angel. You’ve been in Hell for, what, six months now?”
You thought about it for a second, recounting your experience so far in the underworld. Then you nodded after realising that yes, you have been in Hell for just over half a year.
“And eight days.” You replied.
An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“And eight days.” He confirmed. “Yet, you remain unbothered by our… corrupt ways.
You tilted your head ever so slightly, confusion dawning on you.
“Is that so bad?”
He didn’t respond straight away. His eyes searched yours for something, and you could only hope he would find it.
“No.” He eventually said. “It’s admirable, really.”
You blinked.
“You think so?”
“You still cling onto your old self. You still see yourself as one of them. It’s why all of Hell is so interested in you. They’ve never seen light like yours in a long time.”
Words failed you and you were unsure of how to answer him, so he continued.
“But someone is bound to break that one way or another. It’s only a matter of time until your novelty wears off.”
You swallowed the forming lump in your throat. You had an idea of where this was going. The knowledge that you could be kicked to the curb at any moment was never lost on you, but you just hoped that maybe Vox still had some goodness left in him to keep you around.
“I know.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Oh, don’t look so distraught, darling. You think you’d be rid of me so easily?”
You glanced back up in surprise. “What?”
He chuckled. “Even if all of Hell gets sick of this innocent little baby angel thing you’ve got going on, there are still a plethora of ways to keep ratings up. Don’t you worry your sweet little head about it.”
“You... want to keep me around?”
“Well—obviously. You’re a fallen angel. Do you realise how many different avenues we can go down with just that fact alone?”
You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that or what those ‘avenues’ were exactly, but in the moment you tried not to dwell on it too much. All you knew was that Vox wanted you to stay under his expertise. You couldn’t help but smile.
Vox felt his eyes widen ever so slightly and his servers begin to run hot at the smile on your face and the gratitude in your eyes. You looked at him like he was someone worth looking up to. Like he was someone to follow and worship. His mind betrayed him and flashed images of all the different ways he could destroy that innocent look on your face. He shook out of it and mentally cursed at himself for allowing such profanity in his mind. (Although he knew he would without a doubt be coming back to those thoughts later)
“I’ll do my best.” You said, filled with a newfound confidence.
May I please request some Headcanons / Thoughts / drabble / something - I really don't mind the formatting tbh !!!! - of The Hazbin Hotel Crew of how they'd be with a fem! Reader who is really sweet but also just the embodiment of stereotypical sloth perpetually tired / sleepy , never really wanting to do anything and is essentially staying at the hotel for the free bed at first Ofc that changes over time but y'know lol
☆ I LOVE this prompt!! Thank you so much!!
★ I initially started this as a oneshot for each character, but I realised that I was getting too carried away with some of the characters... (cough.. Charlie...(I didn't write over 2000 words, I swear...))
☆ ANYWAY!!! Most of these turn into eventual romantic headcanons, except for the ones I've indicated as strictly platonic.
PLEASE NOTE:
★ Angel Dust's is platonic, but only because it is fem!reader. If there are any male readers wanting a romantic version, please let me know!
☆ Alastor's is intended to be platonic, but I understand that readers can interpret it however they'd like as he is only canonically asexual, not aroace. <3
★ WORD COUNT: 4, 572
☆ CHARACTERS: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust (platonic), Husk, Alastor (platonic intended), Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Baxter, Lucifer, Niffty (platonic)
★ Fem!Reader
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Hazbin Hotel x Sloth-like!Reader
☆ Part 2
★ Part 3
Charlie Morningstar
☆ Welcomes you with open arms and excitedly introduces you to everyone at the hotel.
★ When you start refusing to join in on her lessons and activities, she gets a little worried, and even a little desperate? She spent SO long on planning these and you’re just not gonna participate?
☆ She can’t help but give in because you’re so sweet about it and claim you’re tired. But then she realises that you’re always tired.
★ Over time she gets a bit frustrated with your constant refusal to participate. She gave you a room and food and was nothing but nice to you, and you didn’t have the decency to try?
☆ One day she walks into your room, insistent on getting to the bottom of your behaviour, only to find you sound asleep.
★ She can’t help but admire how peaceful you look. (And pretty, but she tries to push that thought down).
☆ When you wake up to find her staring at you, she panics and worries you think she’s some creep who watches her guests sleep. But to her relief, you don’t acknowledge that part.
★ Instead, you’re convinced that she’s there to kick you out. And so you’re both panicking and it's a hot mess. You’re apologising for being such a bad guest and horribly explaining that your sleepiness is something you’ve always struggled with, and she’s just trying to get through to you that she only wants to help.
☆ And then you two become sobbing messes. You’re in disbelief that someone actually sees potential in you, and she’s upset that she was angry earlier. But it’s okay because you both think the other is a pretty crier in the middle of it all and make up.
★ From then on she makes sure you join in, even if you’re off sleeping somewhere. She hates waking you up but loves how you look when you’re all ruffled and disoriented in those first few moments.
☆ She will cater her lessons and activities for you, and if you miss one? Not a problem! She will personally arrange a meeting for you to ‘catch up’ on missed topics. She will gladly fill you in. Just the two of you. Not weird at all.
★ ALWAYS makes sure you’re comfortable if you’re sleeping or lounging around somewhere. Pillows and blankets are never not on you.
☆ The first time you fall asleep on her shoulder she is over the moon. She freezes up and refuses to move the entire time in fear that you would wake up. But the more often it happens she quickly gets comfortable enough to wrap an arm around you and play with your hair. Sometimes she runs a hand up and down your arm soothingly.
★ When you start to believe in redemption she couldn’t be happier. She will constantly ask you for your input, and seeing how much you’ve changed and how well you get along with everyone means the world to her.
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Vaggie
☆ WILL NOT take any freeloaders in her hotel.
★ She already has to deal with Angel, so she is NOT dealing with your refusal to participate.
☆ Lets it slide for the first couple of weeks as per Charlie’s pleas, but as soon as the fortnight is up she will barge into your room and drag you out of bed. You checked into this hotel fully aware of its purpose, and she was going to make sure you were redeemed.
★ (That s1 episode about trust? Imagine that. Sergeant Vaggie my beloved…)
☆ She expects you to fight back, but you just let it happen. She basically manhandles you every morning to get you to participate in check ins and therapy sessions and activities.
★ Most of the time you’re half asleep, but on the mornings you aren’t, you greet her with a smile and the sweetest “Good morning” that makes her heart skip a beat.
☆ The more she gets to know you, the softer she becomes. Every now and then she lets you sleep in and will just give you a quick run down of the lesson later on.
★ At one point she considers whether you were a fallen angel too but just really good at hiding it. She knew Charlie was sweet as pie, but you weren’t anything short of it, either. She hadn’t heard you swear once during your stay. Sure, you may very well say it when she’s out of earshot, but even then she can’t believe that.
☆ And you’re gorgeous. Too pretty to belong in Hell.
★ When she realises that your sleepiness is simply just a part of you and not something dire, she finds it easier to try and help manage.
☆ You often fall asleep on the couch, and she either tries to carry you to your room or wake you up just so she can guide you back to bed. She likes the way you just let her take the lead.
★ Sometimes she just flat out watches you sleep. Then realises it's creepy and stops.
☆ She isn’t sure how one person could get so much sleep in throughout the day and still sleep through the night, but nevertheless she finds you cute when you’re in deep slumber.
★ Grows a little protective over you. Won’t hesitate to use her spear on someone who’s too loud around you or accuses you of simply being a lazy person.
☆ When you start believing in the hotel and begin making noticeable progress, she (along with Charlie) are ecstatic. Although there is still the nagging thought that should you get redeemed she’d be left alone in the hotel with no one to wake up or have to force into group activities. But she tries not to let that interfere with her work.
★ You are with her in this moment, and that was all that matters. (Even if she is increasingly weary of Adam finding out about you when you make it up there).
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Angel Dust (Platonic)
☆ Initially understands the whole ‘freeloading’ thing. It’s basically the entire reason he’s at the hotel in the first place.
★ But as he grows more aware of your sleepy nature and habits of hibernating whenever possible, he can’t help but grow concerned for you.
☆ He knows the signs of depression better than anyone, and he knows that isolating yourself is only going to do more harm than good. Your refusals to join in on the activities didn’t soothe him, either.
★ What also didn’t help was just how sweet you are. You always greet everyone with a smile and offer to help someone if they look even slightly inconvenienced by something. It was the people pleasing that caught his eye as another potential worry.
☆ He always finds you dozing off somewhere in the hotel and thinks maybe you’re up to something at night that’s been keeping you awake.
★ He knows you aren’t there for redemption, you told him once before that you’re not too convinced. So why are you there, other than the free stuff?
☆ His mind automatically defaults to the worst case scenario. He was there to escape his abuser, could you be there for something similar?
★ He isn’t sure whether to be relieved, guilty, or annoyed when he finds out it’s just the way you are. Although it didn’t completely quell his concern that it could be a mental health problem, and he made sure to drill it into your skull that you could talk to him if you need someone.
☆ He finds it easier to help you manage it after finding out it's not a serious problem and will often offer Fat Nuggets as a cuddle buddy for you.
★ Lets you lay on him or drape your legs over him if you’re on the couch together.
☆ Will also let you crash in his room if you need to. For some reason you find his bed more comfortable than yours, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to come home to find you fast asleep under his covers. (With Fat Nuggets, of course).
★ The more you hang out with him, the more he convinces you to give redemption a shot. He too was skeptical at first, but you’re quick to pick up on how he changes the longer he stays there.
☆ He would probably be the one to drag you to the activities and encourage you to participate. If you get sleepy he’ll try and caffeinate you even if only to get you through the exercise for the day.
★ Convinced you’ll be redeemed. Tells you you’re “too sweet for Hell, baby”.
☆ Loves to lounge around with you. He’d probably be scrolling on his phone while you’re either fast asleep or doing the same. The two of you are like two peas in a pod.
★ He rants to you about Val and you help him to fall asleep afterwards.
☆ Overall probably the most chill about your sleepy nature.
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Husk
★ Depending on when you arrive at the hotel, Husk may think you are just flat out lazy at first. (Mainly early season 1).
☆ Would probably tell Charlie that she should just give up on you and kick you out because you “obviously ain’t here for redemption, so what’s the point?”
★ Doesn’t care how nice or innocent you seem. He wants you to either pull your weight or leave.
☆ Changes his mind one night when you come to the bar and the two of you begin to chat. He couldn’t help but ask about it (although it probably came out as more of a dig at you instead of a question).
★ When you open up and reveal to him that it’s something you’ve always struggled with, he feels a bit bad. He wouldn’t flat out apologise, but he makes up for it in his own little ways.
☆ Since that night he will try and encourage you to participate in the activities. You may not believe in redemption, but you had to get something out of this hotel other than cheap booze and a roof over your head.
★ Strangely, he sees a potential in you that he lost in himself years ago. He doesn’t want to see you throw this opportunity away, even if he’s not so convinced in redemption himself.
☆ Your kindness only assured him that you’re destined to be at the hotel. You’re like a miniature Charlie sometimes, and he isn’t sure whether that’s a good or bad thing.
★ If you join in the events of season 2 he may be more accepting right off the bat. He’s friends with Angel, so he’s gotten pretty good at the ‘therapy’ thing.
☆ He’s still pretty reserved either way, but he’ll talk some sense into you if he can see that your habits are getting in the way of your path to redemption.
★ He’ll drag you out of bed himself if he has to.
☆ Husk is an alcoholic AND a cat, so he likes to take naps as well. That part he can’t blame you for too much.
★ The closer you get with him, the more caring he’ll get. He won’t exactly offer himself up as a cuddle buddy or anything, but he’ll make sure you’re comfortable if you’ve fallen asleep somewhere.
☆ He’s a pretty relaxed guy himself, so he may just like to sit on the couch with you and do nothing for a few hours. Maybe have a few drinks. Watch some TV.
★ Might dabble in some poker with you and teach you the rules if you’re lucky enough.
☆ Genuinely growled at someone once when you fell asleep beside him on the couch.
★ Might give you a nickname relating to your sloth-like behaviour. (Probably just ‘sleepyhead’)
☆ Will NEVER admit it to anyone, but he thinks you’re adorable when you’re all sleepy and only half awake. He finds your mumbled words and droopy eyes amusing and he can’t control the smile on his face whenever you’re like that.
★ If you get to the dating stage, he will reluctantly allow you to cuddle with him while you sleep. He’s just so fluffy and soft, you can’t resist :(
☆ (He purrs, but he will tell you that you just dreamed it).
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Alastor (Platonic Intended)
★ Alastor doesn’t think much of you at first. To him you’re just another member of the hotel and a lowly soul.
☆ He finds it odd that you can sleep anywhere and for long periods of time. Coming from someone who doesn’t sleep, it turns into a strange fascination.
★ Watches you sleep.
☆ Would probably find your constant tiredness mixed with just how sweet you were a tad irritating to begin with. He never really took a liking to overly nice characters and found it to be a big weakness.
★ If you had any sort of power he’d maybe try and strike a deal for your soul – he just wants to protect you! (or so he claims)
☆ Or he’d try and make a deal simply because you hadn’t sold it already. The more the merrier.
★ The more he gets to know you his irritation at your kind nature turns to something protective. How could someone as sweet as you end up in the same place as him? Your soul shone brightly with innocence whilst his is consumed with darkness.
☆ Unexpectedly fatherly in his own weird way.
★ He plays some soothing jazz on the nearest radio if he notices you’re tired to lull you into a slumber, otherwise would do so to keep you in that state. He’d never admit it to anyone else, though.
☆ He may have his shadow stalk you and keep you on your toes. Finds it amusing when it scares you.
★ Purposely scares you awake sometimes just to see the terror in your eyes fade when they land on him. You weren’t scared of him and he wasn’t sure what to do with that information.
☆ Will become very uncomfortable if you fall asleep on him and would probably teleport out of the room just to get out of that situation. Won’t ever bring it up.
★ The only exception to this is if you’ve both had a few drinks and his edge has melted away. Then he will consider letting you rest your head on his shoulder, but ONLY if you’re alone and it’s guaranteed that no one would walk in.
☆ Finds your initial disbelief in redemption intriguing and will find out more about it. He knows you’re only there for the free stuff and no rent, but you should’ve known that you’d have to participate one way or another.
★ Sometimes he is tasked with finding you and getting you to join the others. He may seem polite about it, but inside he’s frustrated. Couldn’t you just make it easy for everyone and join in? You reluctantly follow him every time because you notice the strain in his smile and can’t fathom angering the Radio Demon.
☆ He’s pretty tolerant of lots of things, so I imagine your sleepiness wouldn’t be too big of an issue for him. It might just annoy him slightly, but when he gets used to it he MIGHT find it endearing. MIGHT. (He does, he just wouldn’t admit that to himself)
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Sir Pentious
★ First really noticed you when he found you asleep with his egg bois cuddled up to you.
☆ Immediately smitten from that very moment.
★ Pentious is horrible at talking to people he’s interested in, so this wouldn’t be that much different.
☆ You’re just so sweet and so kind to everyone, how could he possibly be in your league?
★ Curiously watches you whenever you’re in the same room.
☆ Finds your tiredness cute from the beginning, but is confused at your reluctance to participate in anything.
★ He really wants to try and convince you to give redemption a shot but is too nervous to strike up a conversation about it.
☆ You probably spoke for the first time when Vaggie dragged you out of bed for the trust exercise. (i.e. throwing you all straight into a turf war).
★ You were all delirious with sleep and barely registering what was happening, and Pentious had to quickly yank you behind a rock so a bullet didn’t go through your head.
☆ You’re eternally grateful for him and stick by his side the entire time. His egg minions happened to get in the midst of battle and you ran around after them to protect them and he just watched with sparkling eyes.
★ When he first shows you one of his inventions and you genuinely seem interested he just about trembles with excitement and insists you see his workshop.
☆ Will 100% make things for you to make life easier for your lazy lifestyle.
★ If he’s showing you something and you look tired enough to fall asleep, he’ll get self conscious and think you don’t want to hear about it. You have to reassure him that you are interested and will gladly sit through his nerdy explanations and demonstrations.
☆ Probably the biggest softie out of everyone towards your sloth-like behaviour.
★ Will make sure you have blankets or pillows if he finds you sleeping somewhere.
☆ Often gets his egg bois to check up on you and you usually wake up to find at least one of them cuddled up in your arms.
★ After he dies and leaves just you and Frank, (the sole remaining egg boi), the two of you are inseparable.
☆ You decide to give redemption a shot in memory of Pentious and volunteer your time to help out with improving the hotel.
★ The others often find you curled up at his memorial, fast sleep with Frank in your arms.
☆ Needless to say that when you found out he was in fact redeemed, you worked even harder to get your own soul there.
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Cherri Bomb
★ Probably thinks you are boring and wouldn’t pay too much attention to you initially.
☆ She’d rather be out partying than sleeping.
★ In the episode where she is forced to take everyone out for a night on the town, you are thrown into the group by Charlie and that is where she starts to get to know you better.
☆ You politely decline all of her substance offering and stick to your drinks. Again, thinks you’re boring, but can’t deny how nice you were about it.
★ You end up helping Angel manage Niffty for a bit before somehow ending up with Cherri for the rest of the night.
☆ She’s not too impressed with your description of your usual routines, but might find it chill when you mention you’re at the hotel for the free stuff.
★ When she asks you what you think about redemption and you say you don’t really believe in it, that’s when she connects a bit more.
☆ Probably rants about how Angel has changed and while that’s good for him, it’s left her without a buddy most of the time.
★ You try not to dog on Angel and offer a different perspective on it that makes her wonder why you’re even in Hell in the first place. You denied every single drug she offered AND you refused to talk shit about people? Who even are you?
☆ You may or may not sleep with each other that night. Idk she probably got the both of you really fucked up.
★ When she decides to stay at the hotel and gets to see you more, she will start to find your behaviour amusing.
☆ Will scare you awake and snap her fingers in front of you if she finds you dozing off.
★ Will 100% make fun of you for it. Playfully, of course.
☆ Offers up her chest (her bombs, as she calls them) or thighs as pillows for you. (10/10 comfort, btw) Super flirty with it but won’t actually do anything if you take her up on the offer. Just likes having you close.
★ Can’t understand how you are in hell and SO sweet! Like, she just made several explicit jokes to you that borders on harassment and all you could do was laugh softly and call her pretty in response.
☆ Likes to carry you over her shoulder if she catches you sleeping somewhere or if you’re too tired/lazy to walk somewhere.
★ You probably decided to give redemption a go before she did, so you’d be the one convincing her to actually check in.
☆ You guys are usually lounging around on the couch anyway just scrolling on your phones or napping. If you’re not flat out cuddling it’ll be legs over one another or pressed up right beside each other. Any position where you’re touching somehow.
★ Will also be one to call you ‘sleepyhead’ all the time or will put her own creative spin on it just to try and fluster you.
☆ Takes photos of you sleeping and sets it as her phone wallpaper.
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Baxter
★ Baxter thinks you’re just lazy.
☆ Won’t hesitate to call you out on the fact you’re only there for a free ride, meanwhile HE is there for research purposes.
★ A little bit of a stuck up asshole…
☆ But when he realises JUST HOW MUCH you sleep, only then will he find you interesting.
★ He will without a doubt study you – how could one soul possibly require so much sleep?
☆ Probably wants to cut your brain open just to see the makeup, but won’t ever admit it. He will drop hints, though.
★ If you express even a SLIGHT interest in his work, he will sit you down and insist on talking you through his current projects.
☆ Either that or he will shyly thank you and go into hibernation in his lab. (Squeals about it when no one is around)
★ You once fell asleep in his workshop and he may or may not have hooked you up to a monitor to study your vitals and brainwaves.
☆ Has a whole folder of notes, photos, observations, etc.
★ A little insane but he's a cutie patootie so it's okay.
☆ You’re too sweet for him that he often just panics. What do you mean someone would willingly sit there and help him with his experiments? What do you mean you would listen to his theories? You find him interesting? Did you just call him handsome?
★ If you start dating he’d probably just be a hot mess and wouldn’t know what to do with himself, let alone you. He struggles to wrap his head around how such a kind soul is trapped in hell and wants to spend her time with him.
☆ He wouldn’t admit it, but you are what made him believe in redemption more than the actual proof (Sir Pentious).
★ He was the one who actually pushed you to give it a go and dragged you to Charlie’s lessons.
☆ The excuse was that if he had to sit through it, so did you.
★ Nervous ball of energy if you fall asleep on him. Isn’t sure if he can move or where to put his hands, so he just freezes for the entirety of it. Probably doesn’t even breathe.
☆ Underneath his whole ‘evil scientist’ persona, Baxter is just a big sweetheart who would LOVE it if you wanted to sleep on him.
★ Is another one who would make sure you’re comfortable if you’ve fallen asleep somewhere and won’t hesitate to silence someone if they’re being too loud.
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Lucifer
☆ Oh, he GETS IT.
★ He either thinks you're just lazy at first or would immediately relate to you. Depends on when you arrive at the hotel.
☆ He’s been going through a bit of a depressive episode for the past seven years, so he understands what it’s like to want to sleep all the time.
★ But to learn that you’re just naturally a sleepy person? He LOVES that.
☆ When he realises just how sweet you are he is basically smitten from that point onward.
★ You remind him of some of the angels in Heaven who were just the most delightful people to be around and can’t believe that your soul is supposed to belong with all of the horribleness in Hell.
☆ Makes him angry at Heaven all over again for allowing such a thing.
★ If you get close enough with him he’d cuddle with you whenever you’d like and hold you the entire time you slept. He runs a hand through your hair and whispers soothing words to let you know how valued you are. He hasn’t held someone in a long time :(
☆ Probably makes duck plushies for you that just so happen to spawn in your arms if you’re napping somewhere.
★ Will throw hands if someone tries to wake you up. He may not be able to use his powers on sinners, but he still had his fists.
☆ Just thinks you’re absolutely adorable.
★ Gently coaxes you into participating and before you know it you’re actually on your way to redemption.
☆ He usually hides away in his room so you’re generally there with him as well. Can’t get enough of your sleepy face.
★ The closer you get to redemption, the more tense he gets.
☆ He may think you don’t belong in Hell, but he doesn’t exactly want you residing in Heaven, either. You will be so far away from him and it will be like losing someone all over again. He isn’t sure he can handle it.
★ You try and reassure him as much as you can that it won’t be as horrible as he thinks, and then the two of you fall asleep clutching each other impossibly close.
☆ Doesn’t like it when you’re sleeping on the couch or anywhere that isn’t yours or his bed. Why should everyone else have to see you in such a vulnerable state?
★ If you fall asleep somewhere you usually wake up in his bed instead.
☆ Will always let you lean on him if needed and is quite happy to lay around and do nothing with you.
★ Just likes not being alone.
☆ Probably the best person to be paired with such a sleepy reader. You are a welcome change to Lilith’s intensity and the gaping hole she left.
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Niffty (Platonic)
★ At first she might terrorise you for falling asleep in public spaces.
☆ Probably sees you as the hotel pet. You’re like a cat, always sleeping and lounging around the hotel.
★ She figured since you don’t participate in the activities that you’d be interested in joining her roach army. You weren’t a roach but you could pretend.
☆ A little insane and she was very off putting when you first arrived. Everytime you snuck into the kitchen for food she would be lurking somewhere watching your every move.
★ Eventually grows on you and you try to learn how her mind works.
☆ Sometimes you wake up to her ‘guarding’ you, and when you insist that you don’t need guarding she waves you off and insists that the enemy roaches will get you if she doesn’t.
★ You aren’t sure whether to be scared or not.
☆ Other times you’ll wake up to roaches in your hair.
★ It’s a bit hit and miss with her.
☆ Either way, Niffty is a very strange critter but you love her for it, and she finds your sleepiness very amusing.
★ Gets her roach band to play you some music to help you fall asleep. Weirdly, it works.
☆ Occasionally, if she gets comfortable enough with you, she might climb into your arms while you’re sleeping.
★ You become like a big sister to her. A sleepy big sister.
☆ Quite literally tries to drag you to the activities. You wake up and find her pulling on your hair to try and get you to come along.
★ Indirectly helps you believe in redemption for that reason. (She just scares you into participating. You don’t know what she might do next if you don’t).
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☆ These were so fun to write!! I got a little too invested in some of them, but if you're curious about certain dynamics and want a dedicated oneshot/post about anything here, send in a request!!!
★ Hopefully this was okay, anon! <3
☆ Also I didn't really edit this, please lmk if something doesn't make sense or is spelled incorrectly
could we have a Yandere vox with a reader who’s at the hotel?
☆ Of course!! I love a good yandere dynamic... I like the way you think, anon.
★ This was sort of just what came to mind and is more of a general overview of the relationship, but I am MORE than happy to write about a particular scenario or go more in depth about anything here!! This was really fun <3
☆ Word Count: 1, 274
★ Tried to make it GN reader - let me know if anything indicates otherwise!!
You knew it was wrong, living the way you did. The two sides of your life that directly contradicted each other were a constant war on your soul—or mind, rather. Your soul wasn’t yours to call your own anymore. You used to blame yourself for getting into this predicament, for falling so easily under his spell. But when you returned to Vee tower each night and allowed yourself to succumb to his touch and the pulsating hypnosis of his eye, any doubt in your decision melted away.
You knew he could be egotistical before you made the deal, but you underestimated how such a large ego can really break someone. Over time his possessiveness began to reveal itself, his deep insecurity masked by his desire and need to keep you for himself. No one could look at you, let alone get close enough to touch you. You may be his trophy, but you were still his toy. He was always a screen away, hiding in cameras and tracking you wherever you went.
Especially when you were actively checked in at the Hazbin Hotel.
“I can’t believe you really buy into that bullshit.” He hissed one night from behind his desk. “The Princess is all looney ‘n’ shit. Something’s not right up there.” He tapped the side of his head with a claw.
You sat perched on the edge of the desk, mindlessly toying with the pens in his holder and hummed.
“I think it’s worth a shot.” You offered. “I mean, I think the way she’s going about it is totally fucking weird, but I understand where she’s coming from.”
Vox only rolled his eyes and swirled the drink he was holding. You listened as the ice clinked against the glass. “Yeah, but you’ve always been too easy to convince.”
You looked up from the desk to meet his eyes, screen bright in the dim light of his office. “Is that so?”
He smirked slightly. “Are you forgetting who owns your soul?”
Your face went warm and it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh, whatever. If I’m so easy, wouldn’t that only be an insult on you?”
“Or maybe I’ve just got you really hooked.” He countered a bit too quickly, looking at you more insistently now.
“Maybe.”
You always thought it was the other way around. He was the one doing the stalking. The threatening people if they get too close (although usually it surpasses a threat). The hypnosis. His desperation seeped through the cracks in his facade, and even if he was the one who was supposed to be in control, in a way it gave you more power over him instead. He owned your soul, sure. You were indebted to him in any way he desired, but he was the one who wanted those things from you. All he wanted was to be seen. To be loved. To be wanted.
That was how you justified his actions, at least.
The killing people and constant monitoring of your every move was all just a big romantic gesture, right? Hell was full of fucked up people, he could be doing worse.
Or maybe you just told yourself that because you knew you couldn’t let him go, either. In your own sick and twisted way, you knew no man would ever be as violently devoted to you as you were to him emotionally. No matter how hard Charlie or Angel Dust tried to talk you out of it, you refused.
Vox hated the hotel. There were no VoxTek cameras inside and the barrier between you and him drove him crazy every time he knew you were there. The looming threat of Alastor interacting with you in any way, shape or form wasn’t lost on him. In fact, it consumed him.
“You’re not wearing that.” His voice rang out from behind you.
You spun around to see him lurking in the corner of your room, hands behind his back.
“Fuck, Vox. You gotta stop doing that.” You turned back around to fix up your hair in the mirror. He approached silently, coming into view in the reflection as he towered behind you.
“What did I say?” He asked firmly, meeting your gaze in the mirror.
“Come on, Vox. It’s just a sweater.” You shifted in your chair and finished clipping your hair up. With it off your neck, Vox could see the curve of your shoulder clear as day; the dip where it connected with your neck; your collarbone poking out.
He scoffed. “Barely.”
He moved to grab your shoulder, his claws cold against your skin, then squeezed. The tips of his claws dug into you, pain shooting through your shoulder as he got alarmingly close to piercing the skin.
“Change.”
What really ticked him over the edge was the oncoming threat of war. As part of the hotel, you were a direct target for the Excorcists. He wouldn’t have that. He allowed you to frolic around all you wanted with them, but that was when it was just a silly idea that the Princess decided to pursue to keep herself entertained. But instead, she had managed to put you in danger of being killed for good, all because you were kind enough to lend her your support.
You were distraught. It was the one time you really came face to face with the reality of your relationship with him.
“Vox, my friends are in danger! I have to help them!”
“Friends?” He repeated. “Those fucking idiots aren’t your friends!”
“Please!” You begged. “I can’t just do nothing—Adam is coming straight for the hotel!”
“Which is why you’re staying here.” He harshly grabbed your chin in his hand, fingers wrapping around the sides of your jaw as he forced you to look at him. “I told you I didn’t want you to get involved.”
“Vox—please—” You tried to speak, but he only squeezed harder. His eye began to swirl with intention, and no matter how much you tried to look away, he kept your head in place.
“You will stay here and watch your friends die on camera for all I care.” He growled. “Maybe then you would think twice before disobeying direct orders.”
Tears rolled down your cheeks and dripped off his hand. Your mind began to numb and you felt your strength fading. The fight in your veins was stripped from you, leaving you as nothing more than a shell. Trophy turned toy once more.
He found it oh so satisfying to watch you sit there all pretty and obedient as you watched your friends fight against the angels on the big flatscreen that was tapped into his cameras. The very people who were trying to take you away from him were actively fighting for their lives, and the possibility of having you all to himself again was thrilling.
As the hypnosis began to wear off, you started to squirm and frown in confusion, and if you caused too much of a ruckus or became lucid enough to realise what you were watching, he’d immediately push you back under the trance.
Needless to say, you didn’t return to the hotel after that. At least, not as far as Vox knew. (He knows you pop in to visit, of course. But he finds the idea that you think you could hide something from him amusing). He’d shut it down immediately if it meant you started to spend any less time by his side or were put in danger by them again.
Which, of course, never stopped him from putting you in danger from trying to take over Heaven and start another war.
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“No cocktails for the pretty princess?”
Just as our eyes met, someone’s suit blocked my view of the two sinners as they leaned sideways against the bar. I glanced upwards and had to squint slightly at the brightness of his screen. For a moment, the world stopped.
I had expected him to be here. I knew how different he was from the photos I saw online, but seeing him in person, right in front of me, inches away, I was internally starstruck. His striped suit was sharp and featured two opposite shades of blue. His red bow tie inched ever so slightly to the right, so much so that it was noticeable enough for me to have to resist the urge to straighten it up.
But I allowed the hint of surprise to linger for only a split moment. I shook myself out of it as quickly as it came over me, but by that time it was too late. He flashed a cocky grin when I didn’t respond immediately on cue, chuckled, offered a bow, then extended an arm to grab ahold of my hand. He brought it up to his digital lips and pressed them to my knuckles. It was a weird mixture of what an actual mouth would feel like in conjunction with that of a screen’s glass.
“I don’t believe I’ve made your acquaintance tonight, your highness.” He straightened back up but ensured that my hand remained rested in his claws. I noticed just how large they were, the sharpness of the blue tips a consistent threat to cut through my skin with a simple prick.
“Vox. CEO and founder of VoxTek.” As he spoke, his grin never faltered. It remained as confident and smug as ever. It was amusing to think that this was the same Vincent I used to know.
“Truly a pleasure it is.” He finished and let my hand go. It fell back onto my lap whilst my other remained around my drink.
“Charmed.” I hummed. I tried to keep my gaze steady and prevent my eyes from flicking over his features and drinking in every little detail. Everything about him was different, down to the cologne.
“You’ve made quite the spectacle tonight, haven’t you?” He tilted his head. “The missing princess finally returns!” He spread his hands out in a dramatic jazz hands-esque motion and put on his announcer voice.
My finger circled the rim of my glass and it emitted a quiet resonance that went unheard in the loud bustle of the party. “It seems to be a talent of mine.”
He laughed heartily and waved the bartender down, who quickly looked between the both of us curiously before getting to work. I took the opportunity to take another sip. His intense gaze never left me even as I swallowed.
“So, tell me, Princess. What made you come back after all these years?” His claws rapped against the counter and I made sure to keep my eyes trained on his face rather than his hands. “Surely it can’t be because you missed the sights.”
A small smile tugged on the corners of my lips at his comment. Even after all these years and his boost in ego, he still made me want to crack a smile. “Well, it’s certainly not the sights I’ll give you that.”
He smirked, not even bothering to look at the bartender as his drink was handed to him. I broke his gaze to look at his order. Whiskey on the rocks. Good to know that some things hadn’t changed, at least.
“Good choice.” I commented with a nod toward it.
He hummed in response and lifted the glass to his mouth. “You learned from the best.”
I shifted in my seat, changing the order of my crossed legs. “I liked whiskey well and truly before I met you, thank you very much.”
He shrugged. “I mean, I certainly helped you lean more into it, did I not?”
“You offered.” I countered. “No—insisted.”
“It would have been rude not to offer her highness a drink. That wouldn't be very gentlemanly.”
“Oh, is that so? And since when were you a gentleman?”
“You’d be surprised, Princess.” His eyes pierced mine. “I may be in Hell but I know my way around a woman.”
I rolled my eyes and took another sip. God, he really was so full of himself now. Nevertheless, I was glad he’d tracked me down after I ordered myself a drink. I didn’t need to give him the ‘I-bought-the-princess-a-drink’ card so early on and further boost that already insane ego of his.
“So, tell me. What was it?” He leaned a bit closer and rested his chin on his hand with his elbow on the bar’s counter.
I swirled the drink absentmindedly and listened intently as the ice clinked against the glass. The usual answer bubbled up in my throat on instinct; If I told him anything different, the public would assume I had favourites. That I’d already picked a side to be on before I even realised it.
“I heard the word of Heaven shortening the exterminations.” My eyes flicked back up to his. “I figured it was time to put a stop to it.”
He hummed and examined me for a few seconds. “And, pray tell, how will you do that?”
Here we go.
This was the reason he approached me.
Find out information about the princess.
I raised a brow jokingly. It was surprising how easy I could still slip on a persona around my subjects, even if I’d known them beyond a surface level once upon a time. Unfortunately, sometimes it was the wrong persona.
“Well, if I told you I’d have to kill you.”
It was a comment that used to get laughs. A joke I used to tell as a kid. But as I grew older others began to find the underlying seriousness of it. I could quite possibly kill them should I have felt the need to. But Vox met the comment with a bark of laughter that surprised me.
“Fair play.” He flashed his sharp teeth at me before tilting his head slightly. “Say, have you met my associates yet?” He quickly changed the subject, moving into the next phase of his motives.
Try and recruit her to our group.
He may think himself charming, but it was quick to wear off once you figure out why he’s even bothering to speak with you in the first place. It happens with most demons, not just him. When you’re in a position of power you’re taught to always assume everyone wants something from you. So far, it’s a philosophy that has never failed me.
He waved for the two sinners I spotted earlier to join us, and they swiftly appeared by his side in seconds. They effortlessly weaved through the crowd whilst Velvette’s worker struggled to keep up. Vox straightened up, placed one hand behind his back, and puffed his chest out.
“Princess Verity, I would like you to meet my fellow Vee members. Velvette and Valentino.”
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Gazing at myself in the mirror, I finally understood why people said I looked like my mother.
I wondered what she’d say if she saw me like this. Would she reprimand me for wearing such a dress? Or would she praise the reflection of herself that was evident in me? Her outfits weren’t exactly the most ‘royal-like’, anyway.
The rumble of the car pulling up outside struck my chest. With a deep breath, I forced myself to reach for my purse and exit my room.
Here we go.
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I underestimated how nerve-wrecking this would be. Suddenly my outfit was atrocious and I’d forgotten everything I’d learned about the overlords. Or worse, what if the information I read was wrong? I could have just been going off speculation and assumptions, and for all I know I could ask them about something they have no knowledge of.
Would everyone see just how nervous I was? Princesses didn’t get nervous—Queens definitely didn’t, either.
My heart picked up and my leg began to bounce. You need to focus. I tried to tell myself. You’re the princess. Get it together.
I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. I forced myself to instead focus on the rumbling of the car. The soft cushion behind my back. The hum of the engine. The radio that played faintly over the speakers. It was just an overlord gathering. A party, if you will. This was not an interrogation, and I didn’t have to answer their questions. I could be open and honest without giving them too much detail. If I could just convince them that I returned in their best interests, it would be a successful night; if they could understand that I hated Heaven just as much as they did.
Unlike whatever Charlie had going on.
The possibility that she could very well be there remained in the back of my mind, even after Pierce assured me that she refused to attend these sorts of events anymore. It was a relieving thought that I likely wouldn’t ‘reunite’ with her in the public eye, but the lingering possibility still stuck. It also left the public’s burning questions on the table; What do you think about Charlie Morningstar’s hotel? Do you also think redemption is possible? Have you heard from Lilith? Do you and Charlie speak?
I dreaded the onslaught of questions that would be aimed at me the second my face is recognised in that room and those social media theories are confirmed. Overlords who would want my attention and any sort of information they could pry from me. One wrong move and my image would be decided, and then my fate. Would I become a beacon of hope for the realm or just another hit to the Morningstar family image? It seemed Charlie had already done a number, so I was our last hope. And maybe Hell’s last hope, too.
They needed a leader, and no one else was willing to step up. It was up to me to figure things out, to sort out these exterminations.
Everyone deserved that, at least. These were my people and they deserved justice.
The car pulled to a halt and panic arose once more in my chest. I placed a shaky hand over my chest and managed to pull myself together just in time for Pierce to open the door and peek in.
“Ready?” He asked over the clamour of the crowd behind him.
I nodded and stood up, slowly approaching the car’s door. Pierce offered a hand to help me step out seamlessly, and it took everything in me not to squint against the flashes of cameras lining both sides of the building’s entrance. There was a red carpet in front of me and barriers holding sinners back on either side. I recognised a few security guards positioned nearby, and so did Pierce. He nodded to a few of them who looked equally as shocked as the crowd around us, whilst others maintained straight, composed faces.
The air erupted into a roar of gasps and shouted questions.
“It’s the princess!”
“She’s back!”
“Verity! Have you heard about the exterminations?”
“Fucks sake, not another one!”
“Fucking Morningstars!”
I put on a smile and waved politely to the crowd as we made our way through. The flashes only grew quicker and more insistent the further we walked and the closer we got to the building’s entrance. Pierce was on high alert as we walked, on watch for any sinner who dared to make a move. I was grateful for his steady arm linked around mine. Without it I feared I’d have tripped over my feet by now. He walked me to the door where the bouncer offered a courtesy and opened the door to let me inside.
Pierce stopped at the entrance, blocking me from view of the crowd. This was it.
“Good luck.” He squeezed my hands in his own and made sure to hold my gaze with his own steady one. “Any trouble, you know what to do.”
I nodded. “Are you sure you can’t just stay with me?”
He chuckled. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I wanted to drag him inside and force him to be my anchor for the night. At least that way I knew I wouldn’t say something I shouldn’t and completely fuck up any chance I had to save Hell. If Pierce was good at one thing, it was saving my ass.
But alas, he had a job to do. He smiled and squeezed my hands once more for good luck before letting go and taking his leave. I knew he’d be lurking around the place, but since the rest of the royal guard had left, it was up to him to take the car around. And he’d informed the bar’s security of my attendance, (well, most of them at least), so I should be safe. But this was Hell, and even the security couldn’t be trusted.
I watched his back for a few seconds before turning around and entering the bar completely. It was one of the more luxurious places in Pentagram City. It resembled Asmodeus’s place, Ozzie’s, in my opinion. I wasn’t sure whether or not it was intentional, but I appreciated the relaxed feel of the place. If I didn’t know any better, I would have expected Asmodeus himself to appear at any moment.
The dim lights against the reds and pinks of the place created a warm environment that just made you itch for a drink. Imps and sinners walked around with trays of cocktails or intricate foods on silver platters, however my observations were cut short by the sudden silence of the room’s chatter.
Everyone’s eyes were immediately on me, stripping me down to my bones. Their faces ranged from surprise to confusion to awe to downright venomous. No one dared to make a move, but the whispers most definitely circled among the overlords. I could pick out a few faces in the crowd; Rosie. Zestial. Carmilla. Fortunately for me, Carmilla was the first to gather the courage to approach me.
“Princess Verity.” She greeted with a bow. “What a pleasure it is.”
࿔ ˚ ⋆ ✮ ⋆ Requiem of the Morningstar - CH.2 [snippet] ˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔
Like everything else, the garden remained just as I remembered it. Vibrant. Lush. Beautiful. My anxieties were soothed by the floral, earthy smell that filled my nostrils and travelled throughout my veins. I crouched by the lilies and caressed the white petals in my fingers. They were Mother’s favourite.
As a child I assumed it was because that was Lucifer’s nickname for her. But when I began learning some botany, I realised it was because of what they represented; Purity. Devotion. New beginnings. Mother may not be pure of heart in the eyes of God, but that woman would have done anything for her kingdom. Hell was her new beginning, and thus she devoted her existence to protecting it.
She wanted it to be a place for sinners to be who they were without shame or judgement of their truest desires. She was well aware that these were the worst of the worst, but they accepted and listened to her when no one else did. It wasn’t perfect, but it was home. She wasn’t perfect, and she took pride in that.
I roamed the garden for a while, allowing the soft smells and crisp air to mellow the tension stored within my body. I allowed it to clear my mind and start anew. I sat down on the bench near the fountain and cast a glance off to the side where I was seven years old, Mother with a firm grip on my small hand. She showed me this garden after I got into an argument with Lucifer and things went sideways.
“There is always something waiting for you in the garden, Verity.” Mother turned to me with a gentle hand on my shoulder. “It will always be right here where you left it.”
I looked up at her through teary eyes. She smiled and knelt down to cradle my face in her hands and brush the stray tears away with her thumb.
“My sweet girl.” She smoothed a hand over my hair. “I want you to promise me something.”
I nodded, suppressing a snotty sniffle.
“Your voice,” she said, moving her other hand to lightly press her fingertips to the bottom of my throat, “is a powerful tool.”
She held my eyes with her own calm gaze, although even in my emotional state I knew what she was asking of me was serious. That I’d somehow rattled her in some way.
“But a powerful tool can also be a weapon, even to the ones you love.” With both hands back on my shoulders, she squeezed gently. “Promise me you won’t use it as a weapon.”
A fresh wave of tears stung my eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.” She soothed. “I know. But even accidents have their consequences, yeah?”
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as my cheeks dampened once more.
“I promise I won’t do it again.” I mumbled against her chest as she pulled me in for a hug.
“That’s my girl.”
I ran my hand over my throat as I recalled the vacant look in Lucifer’s eyes the first time I used my voice against him. All I remembered was the overwhelming emotion that bubbled up inside of me until it overflowed and came out in a rush of desperation. I just wanted him to listen, to hear me. I wanted to be acknowledged.
But when his anger was silenced, replaced by that empty expression, something in me awoke. Before I could witness the extent of my actions, Mother quickly reversed it and snapped his mind out of the trance. The last I saw of Lucifer that day was the horrified look on his face as Mother whisked me away.
I leaned back on the bench and blew out a breath. Since that day, I was banned from any sort of music or singing, at least within the castle walls. Mother made sure to teach me how to hone the power so as to not accidentally hypnotise someone on accident.
But in my seven years of solitude, my voice was the only company I had. I could sing song after song without a worry in Hell. And now that I was back, I felt as though I was back to being that little songbird, thrown back into that cage. Except the key to the lock was gone, along with my captor.
As the grim realisation set in, I forced myself to carry my feet through the garden and back to bed. I had other matters to attend to; sinners to protect. I couldn’t do any of that with so little sleep.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
The next morning, Pierce arrived at my door bright and early with the news of the annual overlord gathering. He proposed it would be a good event to attend to get reacquainted with old connections and make new ones.
“The overlord scene is quite different compared to how you remember.” He insisted. “It could be good for you.”
I huffed. The last thing I wanted to do was mingle with stuck up overlords who thought that just because they could convince poor sinners to give them their souls that they were on the same level as royalty. The only thing they were good at was doing jack shit. Everyone around them had to do their dirty work and those who didn’t were beaten into submission or traded off to a worse fate. There were always worse overlords, worse demons to own your soul than most of the sinners in Pride. But that didn’t mean they weren’t total assholes.
My mind drifted to Alastor, stomach churning at the memory of those radio broadcasts. Supposedly, there hadn’t been any in years. But what was a better comeback than one of the princesses of Hell? How long would it be before I heard my sister's screams over the broadcast? The thought made me shiver and Pierce cleared his throat to regain my attention. He looked at me expectantly.
“Huh? Oh, um..” I winced as I stumbled over my words. How un-royal like.
“It was just a thought.” He interjected. “Could be a good idea in light of recent developments.”
I pushed off the wall and began to pace back and forth in the kitchen. “What, so they can all interrogate me on what’s happening? And where I have been? And what happened to Lilith?”
Pierce closed the newspaper and placed it back down on the table. His eyes were trained on my every movement.
“Word of your arrival has already been swirling around the entertainment district.”
࿔˚⋆✮⋆˙ Requiem of the Morningstar - CH.1 [snippet] ˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔
Pentagram City was as dull as I remembered. Although the bloodshed seemed to have picked up, everything else seemed relatively the same. At least, that’s what I initially thought. A few new buildings flashed past the window, but nothing out of the ordinary. They looked like any other building in hell; poorly constructed and in need of patching up. The ongoing turf wars didn’t help, either. The limousine rattled from a bomb’s impact but failed to slow the car’s journey.
My phone, old and outdated, clung to the side of my thigh. I refused to buy a new one, even with the advancements in technology. I didn’t need all of the other junk that went with it. Social media sounded like a drag; who would want every moment of their life posted for all of hell to see? And then comment on? Perhaps it was my own personal bias, but I couldn’t think of anything worse. I had survived just fine without the internet for this long. Public opinion doesn’t matter when you don’t have access to it. One wrong move and you were out. Even if it wasn’t your own move, framing is too easy. One little rumour could become widespread across every possible platform and suddenly your name is being smeared in every post, in every comment section, in every discussion thread. It sounded like a drag because it was a drag.
It happened to Lucifer.
And now it was happening to my sister.
Just because I refused to buy a new phone doesn’t mean I don’t have other means of keeping up to date. It was impossible to keep up with the world if you weren’t online in some way. I just preferred not to have it in my pocket at all times. My laptop bag rested heavily on the seat beside me and all but sank into the soft cushion. My guard, Pierce, offered to put it with the rest of my things but I refused. I felt calmer knowing it was within arms reach and not susceptible to getting crushed in the back. I thought it silly for assuming a simple car ride would be enough for the thing to smash, but this was Hell. Anything could happen. Then that thought turned to one of embarrassment, because wasn’t that how everyone acted about their phones?
I kept my gaze out the tinted window and tried to ignore the growing dread in the pit of my stomach. The deeper we got into Pentagram City, everything began to brighten up. Away from the Doomsday District, buildings became stronger and more sleek. Billboards began to pop up, switching between various advertisements that became more peculiar the further we drove.
Or rather, increasingly sexual.
I scrunched my nose up at the scandalous poses and shocking words plastered on the signs and shifted my attention to the streets instead.
Sinners walked along the sidewalks freely, going about their days. Some were violent, though most minded their own business and walked around the few who were engaged in scuffles. I caught eyes with a handful who curiously watched us pass, although they would never realise I had done so. Mother ensured the windows were essentially blacked out from the outside. I felt a twinge in my chest at the thought of her but quickly shoved it down and refocused on the outside world.
Everything looked so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. I could recall street names and landmarks only to realise they didn’t exist anymore. Where there should be a water fountain was now a streetlamp and a sketchy imp selling counterfeit drugs.
