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Hazbin Hotel: The Roots of Evil. Comic
Chapter 1: "Prologue"
Finally, progress! Yay!
Of course, this chapter is quite short. But it's merely an introduction to the story, briefly outlining the main aspects of future events.
EVERYOJE STFU IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
ON A SHORT LEASH.
ALASTOR X SOUL OWNER
Requested Here â tralalala (I hope you'll enjoy itâĄ)
gn!reader, implied!demon!reader, sub!Alastor, tension, powerplay, vulnerability & fluff, soulbond, smitten!Alastor, bickering, low-key giving humiliation kink, no smut but I tried to build up the kind of tension that feels deeply intimate if you know what I mean , touch-starved!Alastor
You didn't pull the chain. You just touched it.
Just a brush of your thumb and the space beside you gave a soft pop, followed by the clatter of knees on cold tiles. Alastor dropped like a puppet with its strings snipped.
He snarled. No words yet -only teeth and static and smoke.
"Again?" he hissed, not looking up. "You must be desperate for attention."
"You're projecting" you replied, turning the page of your book.
The chain shimmered faintly from your palm. It ran from your hand straight to the collar around his throat, invisible unless you chose otherwise.
A contract.
Voluntary. Permanent.
"I wasn't calling for anything. Just wanted to see what you'd do, Al."
Alastor scowled. "How charming of you."
Would Alastor ever? No, probably not. But are we fucking with this? Heavily
What if Vox used his hypnosis on me to knock me tf outđđ
Rlly need a 7ft tv man to use his hypnosis on me so that I can feel okay
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Alastor calls you âmon amourâ because he canât get himself to say âI love you.â Of course, heâll accept being told that heâs loved, but he wonât verbally return it. His way of showing love and affection is primarily through quality time and acts of service, too, especially after the first and last time he tried to say âI love youâ to you, it came out with an awkward, sarcastic bite.
âI love you,â You suddenly say.
âMust you always remind me?â Alastor mutters under his breath, his ears twitching downwards.
The slight color that sprawls across his sharp features speaks volumes, though, the corners of your lips curving upwards in a sly grin.
âNo, but I like to,â You hum, making him roll his eyes with a scoff. âWhy, do you dislike it?â
âI dislike how insufferable you can be, mon amour.â
Alastor is also not big on physical affection. Sure, he will link your arms together for a walk, chuck at your chin, and grab your hands to kiss your knuckles, but thatâs it. He wonât initiate hugs or kisses or any intimate moments. However, that doesnât mean that heâs opposed to it. He just lets you take the initiative, so long as you can gauge heâs willing when youâre in the mood for it.
âGet off of me, you!â Alastor angles his head away as you press kisses haphazardly across his face, his skin feeling hot and flushed under your lips.
But he doesnât make any attempts to push you, and with your legs locked around his waist, you can feel his tail wagging in glee.
âIâve missed you,â You whine, shooting him the biggest doe-eyes you can muster, the soothing pops and crackles of radio static filling your ears.
His shoulders slump, arms winding around your frame, finally turning to look at you. The smile on his face is relaxed, genuine.
âYou know what I miss? Being Voxâs hostage, and I loathe him,â Alastor huffs, but that only earns him a kiss on the lips, body jolting up with a bleat.
Every attempt you make to show him your love and your undying affection, itâs met with a fight, but you know Alastor. You know that if he didnât love you, you wouldnât be together in the first place. So, take his words with a grain of salt and instead focus on his ears, his tail, the static behind his radio filter, because they always give him away, no matter how hard he tries to tell you otherwise.
The House Always Wins (Except You)
Synopsis: The Veeâs are away at an Overlord meeting. With nothing to do, Y/N takes a trip to the Magic Kat
TW: Y/N tries her hand at gambling, alcoholism/Y/N is an alcoholic, men not taking no for an answer, SA, vomit
A/N: This was just my excuse to write about Angel Dust in dragđ¤
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Pressing down on the perfume bottle, the sharp click echoed softly through the lavish bathroom before fine mist kissed her skin. The scent bloomed instantly, smelling like saltwater and sun warmed sand, like the ocean pretended it couldnât drag her under if it wanted to.
Y/N smiled at her reflection, tilting her head as she dabbed the perfume into her wrist, rubbing it in with care.
Tonight, she looked good and effortlessly intoxicating.
A silk, dark red button up draped over her frame that had the fabric catching the light every time she moved. The top few buttons were left undone, revealing just enough of her breasts to be distracting without trying too hard. Her black bell bottoms hugged her hips before dramatically flaring out at the ends, the hemlines frayed and torn from being stepped on one too many times. She could have asked Velvette to fix them, but it gave her âValentino-like outfitâ some much needed personality.
Her dark red boots clicked against the floor as she walked toward her jewelry cabinet and reached for a gold necklace and some rings to match. Perched atop her head was a pair of red framed sunglasses that she had no intention of taking off, even indoors.
âCute!â She decided out loud as she picked her cellphone off the table and snapped a few pictures before posting her favorites online.
Tonight, Y/N was headed to the casino.
It wasnât something she had planned. It was something she did more on impulse.
The Veeâs were busy at an Overlord meeting that Carmilla Carmine was hosting. Of course, Y/N hadnât been invited as usual, thus leaving the entirety of V Tower strangely empty. Sure, she could bother Voxâs trusty assistant, Ethan, or some other Voxtek employees. But where was the fun in that?
Besides, Vox (as an apology) left behind his credit card. Heâd want her to go out. Right?
After turning off all the lights and kissing her slumbering pet sea lion, Bubbles, good night, she headed out of V Tower and into a limousine.
The ride was quiet aside from the videos loudly playing through Y/Nâs speakers as she scrolled through social media. There were countless videos that were all curated to herâsea lion videos, clothing hauls, those strange bento making videos that were always strangely interesting to watch.
As the limousine left the flashy and brightly colored confines of the Entertainment District, the colors shifted to different shades of reds. Ah yes, the rest of Hell that wasnât owned by the Veeâs.
The rest of Hell always gave Y/N whiplash whenever she traveled outside of Vee territory. She had grown so accustomed to the bright lights and the blinding advertising promising sex and fame, that when she stepped outside of it, she felt strangely uncomfortable.
The limousine slowed to a stop with a soft lurch, the engine giving a low purr before falling silent. Y/N hadnât quite noticed the stopped car or the change in her surroundings, too obsessed with watching a girl pack a bloody lunch for her sweetheart. Only when the driver cleared his throat did Y/N look up and realize where she was.
âOh, weâre here!â
She tucked her phone away into her back pocket, checking both her front ones for Voxâs card which she hadnât lost yet (thank god!). She then told the driver what time to pick her up as she stepped out and onto the sidewalk as the limousine pulled off.
The first thing Y/N noticed wasnât the bright lights of the casino. No, the first thing she noticed was the giant black cat head with yellow eyes and a Cheshire Cat smile. Only then did she notice the flickering signage that read âWELCOME BACK ADDICTSâ in red.
The Magic Kat.
One of the greatest casinos across the Pentagram.
At one point it had been owned by an Overlordâwho? She wasnât sureâwho had fallen. But despite the absence of its owner, it was still a bustling spot in Hell.
Y/Nâs tail thumped happily against the sidewalk before she patted her front pockets one last timeâchecking for Voxâs card againâbefore making her way inside.
The inside of the Magic Kat was alive in a way that felt different than anything the Veeâs touched. Slot machines blinked and flashed, their lights sputtering like dying stars. Card tables were stretched across the floor in neat rows, each one crowded with sinners who leaned too far forward, gripping their chips like they might vanish. Laughter was heard through the constant chiming of machines and deals being made.
It took exactly three seconds before anyone noticed her.
A dealer hesitated mid shuffle, the cards slipping slightly out of alignment. A sinner at one of the slot machines froze when they caught her reflection passing from behind. Someone at a blackjack table leaned in to whisper something to the person beside them, their eyes flickering to her before quickly looking away.
Y/N wasnât just some Overlord who decided to try her luckâŚshe was an Overlord who associated with the Veeâs.
As realization settled across the casino, some sinners found themselves interested in their games again, as if pretending she wasnât there somehow made it better. Others subtly pushed their winnings closer with a protective arm. A few stared for too long while others smiled as they spotted an opportunity.
Blissfully unaware of the tension in the casino, Y/N found herself at one of the slot machines, her eyes locked onto one of the images on the other side of the glass.
No one stopped her because no one dared to.
Behind her, at a nearby poker table, a sinner leaned close to another.
âThatâs her, right? The ditzy shark one?â
âYeah. She runs with the Veeâs.â
Across the room, the casinoâs manager adjusted their tie, eyes tracking their every movement. They werenât going to stop herâfuck noâbut they were going to make sure she didnât cause any problems. Because if she did, it wasnât like the casino had a stable Overlord watching over it anymore. Besides, no one wanted to know what it would be like to have someone with her reputation fill that vacancy.
Around her, the tension never quite faded, but it did adjust. People kept their distance from her as they pretended like they werenât watching her because at a place like the Magic Kat, luck could turn on a dime. And tonight, it had just walked in wearing red silk and a bubbly smile.
Y/N hopped up onto the stool with ease.
Up close, the slot machine wasâŚconfusing.
There were three reels lined up behind the glass, each one packed with different symbolsâa seven, cherries, a horseshoe, bells, just to name a few. Lights blinked around it on a constant loop as the digital screen above her flashed numbers that meant absolutely nothing to her.
âOkay,â she murmured, âhow do youâŚstart this thing?â
She tilted her head as she looked for any indication of where to begin, but when she saw a slit as thin as a card, she knew what she had to do.
Pulling out Voxâs credit card, she slid into the slot, causing the machine to come alive almost immediately afterwards.
âOh! It likes me!â
She pulled the lever as the reels whirled to life.
Y/N gasped in response as the symbols blurred together before slowing down to reveal three different symbols, causing the number on the screen to drop.
âOh.â
Then, she shrugged.
âPractice round!â
She continued to pull the lever, with each result ending in nothing but the number going down.
âSheâs losing fast.â
âDoes sheâŚeven know what sheâs doing?â
âWhose money is she using?â
As sinners whispered behind her, Y/N squinted her eyes at the machine, as if intimidation alone would make the number increase.
âAlright. I donât know what your problem is with me, but I donât appreciate it.â
She pulled the lever againâŚjust for nothing.
âOkay, now youâre just being rude.â
After letting out a huff of annoyed air, she used both hands on the lever, as if that was going to make her luck any better. And surprisingly, it did.
The machine exploded with noise as a cheerful jingle rang out from the machine, the lights flared up to match.
âI won?!â Y/N exclaimed, shooting up from her seat.
Digital coins filled the screen as the number (finally) began to climb.
Y/N clapped her hands together cheerfully as her shark tail thumped excitedly behind her.
âI knew it liked me!â She then latched onto the sinner who was just beside her slot machine, grasping their arm excitedly. âDid you see that?! I did that! That was all me, baby!â
âUhâŚy-yeah. Congrats.â
Trying her luck again, she continued to play until she grew boredâŚor until she got tired of seeing the number increase.
Taking her digital earnings, she strolled over to the bar, hopping up on one of the stools as she hummed a tune. She kicked her legs as she waited for the bartender to make their way down to her, pulling her phone out to snap a picture of herself.
The bartender didnât make her wait very long. They came over with a polite but strained smile, one that communicated that they knew exactly who was sitting at their bar.
âWhat can I get you?â
âSomething fun.â Y/N replied, âand really really strong. But also something thatâs pretty.â
âRight.â
The bartender turned away without another word, already reaching for a few bottles that lined the shelves. Y/Nâs eyes followed the bartender, animatedly talking about how if a drink was prettier, it tasted better.
Moments later, a drink was placed down in front of her. It shimmered under the casinoâs dim lights as Y/N gasped, talking about how gorgeous it was before taking a long sip of her drink.
âOhâ! Wowâ!â She choked out, lightly gagging at the taste. âThat isâŚthat is strong..!â But just because it was strong, it didnât persuade her enough to stop drinking it, so one drink turned into three, then fiveâŚand then she lost count.
Y/N wasnât a light weight. She never had been. Alcohol didnât hit her fast, knock her off her feet or blur her vision in the way it might have for others. Instead, it loosened her thoughts and softened her already questionable decision making.
By the time she was tipsy, she was already being flirted with by an older man.
âWell, arenât you a pretty thing?â He began, his eyes dragging slowly over Y/Nâs frame in a way that made her shiver.
The man smelled like if cheap cologne and body odor had a baby. He reeked of alcohol, no doubt he was incredibly intoxicated and probably not even aware of who he was flirting with.
Y/N laughed lightly. âAw, thank you.â She sweetly said. âYou're too sweet.â
The sinner leaned closer to her, his arm resting on the bartop as he tried to subtly hold her hand. âI havenât seen you around here before. You new? You know, I could show you a few things.â
Y/N continued to politely smile, although she drew her hand away from him in clear discomfort. âThatâs very kind of you, but Iâm alright. Iâve already won a few times.â
âOh, yeah?â He purred, âwith your money?â
Y/N may have been intoxicated andâŚnot all there, but she wasnât entirely oblivious to what was happening. How could she be when she had been flirted with like this when she was alive by older men such as himself?
âNo, itâs my boyfriendâs.â
The man raised a brow and gave a quick once over the casino before looking back at her. âI donât see your man here. What? Is he some sugar daddy or something?â
Y/N cringed at the word âsugar daddy,â suddenly remembering all the men who tried to turn her into a sugar baby while she was alive. Some of her friends had done it and always talked about how amazing it was, but Y/N was never that person.
âHe actually owns his own company.â She corrected, grabbing her drink and taking a sip from it. âBoth of them do actually.â
The man watched her carefully, almost like he was studying her.
âBoth of them?â He asked, âwas one dick not enough that you had to whore yourself out for two?â
Y/Nâs nails dug into the glass she held. It wasnât enough to shatter the glass, but it was enough for a few cracks to appear.
Y/N set the glass down, inwardly frowning at the thing many sinners had said to her since going public about her relationship with Vox and Valentino. It seemed like no matter how many people knew of their polyamorous relationship, there would still be plenty of sinners out there who thought Y/N was just their fuck toy.
She continued to politely smile. âNo, sir.â She replied, âthey very muchâ.â
The man interrupted her. âYou know, I would give you more than they ever could. Plus, my dick is bigger.â He said, almost like the second half of his âconvincing argumentâ was an afterthought.
âThatâs very nice, sir. But like I said, I haveâ.â
The man suddenly grabbed Y/Nâs wrist and yanked her in his direction. Caught off guard, Y/N didnât have time to catch herself before falling into the manâs arms. Before she could pull away, the man placed his lips onto hers with a searing kiss. His lips were slimy and warm, and he tasted like alcohol.
Y/N pushed him off, wiping her mouth with her sleeve as she stared at the man, seething.
The man was laughing, as if he hadnât just kissed an Overlord who was taken by two of the Veeâs. Perhaps the man didnât know, but Y/N was going with the latter that he was just stupid.
âWhatâs with that look for, babe? It was just a kiss. Relaxâ!â
Suddenly, Y/Nâs form grew more demonic. Her pupils widened with something feral just behind them, her teeth sharpened into something that could rip through flesh if she wanted to, and her nails sharpened.
âHow about I tear a hole in your stomach and string your organs up around the casino like cheap looking streamers?â
The shift was instant with laughter dying around her and with conversations being cut off mid sentence.
The manâs grin faltered, and for the first time since approaching her, he didnât just see a pretty looking girl. He saw teeth.
His grip on her wrist loosened as his voice came out softer. âH-Hey nowâŚno need to get allâ.â
Y/N tilted her head, her smile widening just enough to show a bit more teeth than what was necessary. âOh, no. I think there is. You seem like the kinda guy who needs more of aâŚhands on explanation.â
Y/Nâs nails lightly pressed into his own arm, which was enough to startle the guy and make him yank his arm free. Whatever drunk confidence he had been carrying with him was long gone, now replaced by something more instinctive.
âCrazy bitch,â he cursed as he hurried away and disappeared into the casino.
For a moment, the casino held its breath, almost like it was scared of what she might do next. But then, it exhaled as people continued with what they were doing. Cards went back to being shuffled, slot machines went back to playing their cheerful jingles and conversations picked up again.
Of course, a few eyes lingered on the Overlord. But when she blinked, her teeth dulled, her nails softened and any strange distortion her body had was gone.
âOh!â She glanced down at her drink, like she had only just now remembered that it existed. She then picked it up, turning the glass slightly to watch how the liquid caught the dim lights of the casino. âI think I cracked it.â She murmured as she noticed the faint spiderweb cracks that weaved through the glass.
The bartenderâwho had purposely not intervenedâwas already sliding a fresh drink in her direction.
âOn the house.â
âAw, thank you so much!â She beamed, immediately abandoning the damaged glass in favor of the new one. âThis oneâs even prettier.â
When she took a sip, Y/N winced at the strongness, but continued to drink it anyway.
âDid you see that?â
âTold you. Sheâs not just some airhead.â
âWhy are Overlords so fucking terrifying?â
Blissfully unaware of the drama she had created, Y/Nâs legs continued to swing under the bartop. Her tail thumped on the floor just beside her as she snapped a new picture of her drink and herself before posting it online.
It didnât take very long for a few women to join her at the bar, each one drinking away to their hearts content. A few girls touched Y/Nâs arm and even flirted with her, and she flirted back with ease.
Why was it so much easier to be with women than men?
As Y/N drank, the lights in the casino grew dimmer until the place was almost completely dark. Y/N blinked in the (almost) darkness before the stage lit up. It seemed like tonight there was going to be a performance. For a brief moment, Y/N thought it was going to be a few of the employeesâthe Huskettesâperforming, as she had caught word they often did. But tonightâŚ
âOh my god!â Y/N loudly exclaimed as she aggressively pointed toward the stage, âthatâs my friend!â
A few heads turned toward her. While most sinners around the stage didnât care, a couple looked very concerned.
Angel Dust stood under the spotlight like he belonged there, draped in a shimmering fabric that caught every flicker of the stage light. His makeup was flawless, dramatic with a wig that was styled perfectly in a way that bounced with every step.
Just as he started to perform, Y/N was right back to shrieking at the top of her lungs as she scrambled to stand up. âThatâs my Angel right there!â
The girl beside her flinched.
âOh my god guys. Heâs literally so talented!â She exclaimed, âand I know him personally. Watch, Iâm gonna make him notice me.â
Just as Angel Dust spun around, his eyes glanced over the crowd and he noticed her.
âAngel!â Y/N shouted, cupping her hands on the sides of mouth. âYou look so pretty!â
The girl on the other side of Y/N tried to pull her back down into her chair.
âHey, maybe you shouldnâtâ.â
âItâs fiiiine,â Y/N assured as she waved her off.
On stage, Angel Dust didnât miss a beat. After so many decades of being contracted to an Overlord, he had learned how to keep things professional. But even as he smiled, there was something strained behind it now.
Angel Dust tried to ignore Y/N, but itâs hard to ignore someone when they just keep getting louder and louder.
âYouâre so fucking pretty, Angel!â
The audienceâs attention seemed to shift from the stage to her as they tried to figure out if she was part of the act.
âYouâre literally glooowwwing!â
Angel Dust tried to play it off by distracting himself with just having fun with what he was doing, but every time he glanced out at the casinoâthere she was.
âThatâs my friend up there! We hang out sometimes!â
â...Pretty sure heâd disagree with thatâŚâ
As the final notes of the song ended, Angel Dust looked unbothered by what had happened. But on the inside he was panicking. It wasnât like Y/N was just some drunk sinner in the crowd who was way too passionate about drag. No, she was an Overlord and one of his bossâs romantic partners. And she was watching him perform somewhere he absolutely shouldnât be.
Quickly, Angel Dust made his way off stage and disappeared behind the velvet curtains.
Just as he stepped off stage, the casinoâs lights came back on and life in the casino returned to its usual chaos.
Y/N was left being the only one clapping and shouting, even long after her supposed âfriendâ had walked off stage.
âWasnât he amazing?â She asked one of the girls. âIâm gonna go say âhiâ to him.â
Turning on her heel, she made her way backstage. And honestly, who was going to stop her?
A few workers froze when they saw Y/N backstage. One sinner nearly dropped something, another quickly turned their head and busied themselves with something.
Word had traveled fast.
âAngel~?â Y/N called out as she wandered the backstage area, âAngeeeelllll Duuusssttt! Where are yooouuu?â
Y/N peaked her head into every door she came across until she stumbled upon the spider demon who was sitting at a vanity. His wig had been pulled off, already resting on a foam head while he wiped his makeup off with some remover.
âAngel!â Y/N beamed when she spotted him, already rushing inside without a care in the world. âYou were so amazing out there! And your dress? Ugh! Itâs so pretty! And your makeup was to die for!â She drunkenly rambled, throwing out compliments like she wasnât dating his abusive boss. âYou looked so ethereal. You know, I learned that word recently. It means like heavenly, which is ironic given where we are, right?â
Y/Nâs laughter rang out in the room as Angel Dust awkwardly joined her.
âHahaâŚy-yeah, I, uhâŚgot it.â
âAnyway, what are you doing here tonight?â She curiously asked, picking up a lip gloss tube off the vanity and dotting it on her lips.
âItâs my, uhâŚnight off.â
âReally?â She gasped, âmine too! Well, sorta. The Veeâs had a meeting with that Carmilla lady. I wasnât invited. Again.â
âOh thatâs a uhâŚshame.â
âI donât really know that it is.â Y/N replied, setting the gloss down after she inspected her shimmering lips. âI mean, yeah, Iâm an Overlord and I deserve to be there. But those meetings were always so boring! Better them than me, right? And besides, if I was there, I wouldnât have been here!â
Angel Dust only nodded as he quickly resumed wiping his makeup off, silently praying to God in Heaven that Y/N would leave.
Y/N looked normal. Drunk, but relatively normal. The gloss on her lips was slightly smeared and off centered, but there wasnât anything really threatening about her. But just because she wasnât being threatening didnât mean this situation was suddenly better. If this was some sort of testâif she had been sent here by Valentinoâthen she wouldâve looked exactly like this.
âSo, uh,â Angel Dust carefully began as he tossed the wipe aside and reached for a new one, âyou ainât gonna tell anyone I was here, are you?â
Y/N blinked at him. âTell who?â
âAnybody,â Angel Dust replied, but the implications of exactly who were there.
âOh! No, of course not!â Y/N said as she waved her hand dismissively. âWhy would I do that?â
Just because she meant what she said, didnât exactly mean anything. Y/N wasnât exactly known for thinking things through. She could forget or mention something to Valentino offhandledly, only to laugh about it later when she realized her slip up.
Angel Dust forced a smile. âRight. Silly me.â
Y/N innocently smiled with no care in her world. âHey, we should drink to celebrate your show.â She suggested, âIâll order us some drinks! Sound good?â
âIâuhâŚy-yeah.â
âGreat!â
The drinks arrived faster than Angel Dust expected, but there was no surprise there considering exactly who Y/N was. Alone she wasnât necessarily a threat until pushed too far, but her reputation alone made her terrifying enough.
âYou, uh, really like to drink, huh?â
Y/N nodded, her vision blurry. âMhm! But IâŚI can keep going!â She exclaimed, reaching for another shot glass. âThatâs the funny thing about Hell, you know? Canât die from alcohol poisoning!â
Angel Dust watched her down another glass.
He wanted to stop her, but there was a fear inside him that prevented him from doing so.
âY-YeahâŚâ
Y/N was already blackout drunk at this point, but somehow, she was still going and drinking to her heart's content. It was almost unsettling.
Angel Dust watched her take another shot and down it with ease.
âDo you ever, uh, slow down with that stuff?â
Y/N blinked. âWith what..?â
âThe drinks,â he gestured.
Y/N giggled. âNot really. Why would I?â
âRightâŚâ
What was he supposed to say? That she was drinking too much? Sure, he had seen Husk drink just as much, but even he would have stopped by now.
âYou know, Iâm really glad youâre here, Angel.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â She nodded, âyouâre likeâŚmy favorite person right now.â
âLucky me.â
âYouâre a really good friend, Angel.â
âYeahâŚso are you.â
Y/N smiled drunkenly at the spider demon before it turned into a sour frown and she vomited on the floor, causing Angel Dust to jump back as to not get any on himself.
Y/N groaned and slumped back slightly afterwards.
âUgh, gross!â She groaned, âI havenât puked this much since I was in college.â
Angel Dust watched her stumble toward the vanity for a wipe. And once she wiped her face off, she went right back to drinking.
Alright, so, maybe Y/N had an alcohol addiction after all.
I yearn for the 7 foot tv man rnđââď¸đââď¸
God, I really am just like Vox fr frđ
sleepover with your business-partners-not-friends!
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Jax
Whoâs Up For Committing Arson?
Whoâs Up For Committing Arson?
Synopsis: Why does Jax get a flamethrower and not me:(
TW: written before Iâve seen ep9!!
A/N: Just something I threw together bc I wanted to write about Jax. Itâs lowkey really bad and it was supposed to be longer than this
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Ragatha and Pomni stepped out of the hallway where all their rooms were, talking to one another only to come to a pause when they found the circus on fire.
âWhy is the circus on fire?!â Ragatha exclaimed.
âOh, hey.â Jax said, waving to them with one gloved hand and his usual smile. âI was wondering when someone would notice.â
âWhy do you have a flame thrower?!â Ragatha exclaimed.
âOh, this?â Jax casually asked, adjusting his hold on the device as he pointed it directly at Ragatha. âCaine gave it to me.â
âWhy did Caine give it to you?â Pomni asked, confusion written across her face.
As if on cue, Caine suddenly appeared out of thin air. âBecause he asked for it!â
âThatâs your reasoning?!â Ragatha asked.
âWell, he said that it would make him happy. And I know that keeping you humans content means youâre happy.â Caine explained.
Pomni glanced over at Jax who was setting another part of the circus ablaze.
âAnd if the circus burns down?â She quietly asked.
âOh, Pomni.â Caine began, patting the top of her head. âThe circus wonât burn down.â
âJax!â Ragatha continued, âstop setting stuff on fire! One of us could seriously get hurt!â
âWhat?â He replied, innocently. âIâm just adding to the ambiance.â
âYouâre making it worse actually!â
Standing just a few feet away was Y/N who appeared completely unbothered by the flames around them. They causally kicked a burning prop as if it were inconvenient at best.
âSomehow, the circus looks even better than it did before.â They admitted, walking over to Jax. âReally adds to the colorful nightmare aesthetic.â
Pomni stared at the two. âYouâre encouraging him..?â
âIâm supporting a creative vision, Pomni,â Y/N corrected.
Jax's smile widened (if possible) at their words. âSee? This is why youâre my favorite.â
Y/N scoffed. âItâs cuz Iâm the only competent one here.â
âOuch,â he said, feigning hurt. âAnd here I thought we had something special.â
âWe do. Itâs called mutual tolerance.â
âSounds romantic.â
âDonât flatter yourself.â
Y/N then turned to face Caine, âhey, can I get one of those too?â
âY/N!â Ragatha screamed, âCaine, donât give one to them! This is insane!â
âNo can do my colorful Y/N,â Caine said. âYou and Jax will have to share! Sharing is caring after all.â
Y/N sighed and grabbed the flame thrower from Jax. They then turned on their heel and set off to set the rest of the circus on fire.
It was strangely therapeutic.
â˘â˘â˘
The fire didnât last. It never did. One snap of Caineâs fingers, and the circus was back to its usual oversaturated, uncanny perfection. Not a scorch mark in sight. Not even the faint smell of smoke.
Like it never happened.
âWell, that was a waste,â Y/N muttered, giving the now perfectly intact prop at their feet a disappointed kick.
Across the way, Pomni was still staring, visibly shaken, while Ragatha looked like she was two seconds away from unraveling at the seams.
âYou twoâ,â Ragatha started, pointing at Y/N and Jax. âYou canât justâŚset things on fire for fun!â
Jax stretched his arms behind his head lazily, entirely unbothered. âSure we can. We just did.â
âThatâs not the point!â
âFeels like the point,â Y/N added, glancing over. âPretty straightforward, actually.â
Pomni looked at them again, more confused than ever. âWhy are you both soâŚokay with that?â
Y/N shrugged. âCuz nothing here is real.â
Jaxâs grin sharpened. âExactly. So why not make it interesting?â
âBecause some of us would prefer not to be traumatized before noon,â Ragatha said.
âThatâs a you problem,â Jax said smoothly.
âThat is not aâ!â Ragatha cut herself off with a frustrated groan, turning away. âIâm not doing this today.â
Pomni hesitated a moment longer, glancing back at the two of them before quickly following after her.
And just like that, they were alone.
A beat of silence passed.
ThenâŚ
âYou held it wrong, by the way,â Jax said casually.
Y/N glanced at him. âExcuse me?â
âThe flamethrower.â He gestured vaguely. âYour angle was off and you wasted half the fuel on the floor.â
Y/N scoffed. âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât realize I was being graded on my arson technique.â
âYou should be,â he shot back. âIf youâre gonna commit arson, at least be efficient about it.â
Y/N stepped closer, narrowing their eyes slightly. âIt seemed efficient enough when you let me take it.â
âI was being generous.â
âYou were being reckless.â
He grinned. âSame thing.â
Y/N huffed a quiet laugh despite themselves, shaking their head. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd yet,â Jax leaned in just slightlyânot enough to be obvious, just enough to be annoyingâ, âyou keep hanging around me.â
âYeah,â they replied flatly, not missing a beat. âLike a bad habit.â
âOuch. That almost hurt.â
âGood. It was supposed to.â
There was no heat to it. No real bite. Just the usual rhythm of back and forth, push and pull.
Jax tilted his head, studying them for a second longer than necessary. âYou didnât hesitate, though.â
Y/N raised a brow. âWith what?â
âTaking the flamethrower.â
Y/N snorted. âPlease. If Iâm stuck in a digital nightmare, I might as well have fun with it.â
âThatâs what I like about you,â Jax said, almost offhandedly.
They paused. Just for a second. Then they rolled their eyes.
âWow. Donât get all sentimental on me.â
âRelax,â Jax said quickly, waving a hand. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
âGood.â
Another beat.
âSo,â Y/N started, crossing their arms. âNext time you plan on committing arson, maybe give me a heads-up?â
Jaxâs grin snapped right back into place. âWhat, so you can try to outdo me?â
âSo I can actually outdo you.â
He laughed. âBold claim.â
âAccurate claim.â
âAlright,â he said, stepping back, already looking entertained by the idea. âNext time, youâre on.â
Y/N brushed past him like it was nothing. Like it always was. And Jax watched them go for a moment, his smile lingering in a way that didnât quite match the usual mischief.
Then he scoffed to himself and followed after.
From a distance, Pomni peeked around the corner, watching them walk off together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
âTheyâre weird,â she whispered.
Ragatha sighed. âTheyâre like that.â
Pomni frowned. âLike what?â
Ragatha hesitated.
Then, with the tired certainty of someone who had already accepted it: âTheyâre justâŚlike that.â
What if I just deleted my entire Disney Princess Val fanfic bc rewriting it reminds me of why I struggled so much the first time around:3
Fuck it we ball
What if I just deleted my entire Disney Princess Val fanfic bc rewriting it reminds me of why I struggled so much the first time around:3
Heaven.
Synopsis: Vox finally got what he wanted. He took over Heaven, but when he looks around, he realizes heâs alone.
TW: set after s2, mentions of Voxâs murder su*cide, Radiosilence crumbs (my favorite angst)
A/N: Iâve had this in my drafts for a while now. I read a Staticmoth fanfic with the concept of Voxâs screen displaying his dreams so this story is definitely inspired by that! I justâŚdonât recall the ao3 writerđ
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V Tower had been under construction ever since Vox got power hungry and failed to take over Heaven. The tower had been destroyed in his chase for power, in his chase to become a god. And while Vox may have lost all his power, his reputation and credibility, nothing within the Veeâs (and his relationship with his partner, Y/N) had changed.
Sure, Velvette and Valentino were highly pissed at Vox for trying to wipe out all of Hell just to settle a score with Alastor. Who could have known that a mass murder suicide would end with your head ripped off your body?
But despite Vox losing his company and status, here he was in bed with his partners.
Valentino was sprawled across one side of the bed like he always was. One of his hands placed on the center of the bed where Voxâs body should have been and another hand was interlocked with Y/Nâs. His chest rose and fell slowly, his breathing soft. His wingsâor what was left of themâwere gently resting over top of the three of them (or again, what was supposed to be considering Vox was just a head).
On the opposite side of the bed was Y/N, and where Valentino was sprawled out, she clung. One of her hands was interlocked with Valentinoâs and her head was resting on the same pillow that Voxâs was on. If he no longer had a body, sheâd find a way to be close. Her cheek was pressed into the soft fabric, her hair a mess and lips parted just enough for soft and uneven breaths to come out.
âNooo,â Y/N softly whined in her sleep. âThatâs my smoothieâŚâ
Between them was Vox.
Bodyless.
Just a head.
He sat against the pillows with an odd sort of care like something fragile. Y/N had insisted on that. Valentino had rolled his eyes but adjusted it anyway.
Nothing was going to change between the four of them, even if the Veeâs were losing their reputations due to the consequences of Voxâs actions.
The middle of the bed was strangely cold and absent. It didnât belong in the bed and it didnât soften with blankets.
Valentinoâs arm rested close enough to feel it, though it didnât wake him. Y/N, with her head resting on the pillow, had already adjusted in her sleepâpressing closer anyway, seeking a comfort that wasnât there.
Suddenly, in the dark bedroom, a harsh blue light flickered to life.
Valentino, ever the light sleeper, woke up first and immediately squinted his eyes to adjust to the brightness. But then an instinctual moment happened, and suddenly, he was shifting on the bed, his face hovering over the bright light of Voxâs screen.
The light was brightâtoo bright for the dim, ruined quiet of V Towerâand it pulled at something instinctive, something old and wired into him long before heâd ever become an Overlord. His breath slowed, and just like that, he was drawn in.
The glow painted over Valentinoâs features in electric blue, reflecting in his half lidded eyes as they fixated on Voxâs screen with quiet, unblinking focus.
Beside him, Y/N stirred.
A soft, sleepy noise left her as she shifted against the pillow, her cheek dragging slightly against the fabric before her eyes cracked open. She squinted, disoriented at first, lashes fluttering as she tried to make sense of the sudden brightness cutting through the dark.
âVal..? Vox..?â
Valentino didnât answer. Actually, he barely heard her but Y/N shifted and sat up, staring down at Voxâs blue screen that quickly filled with static before turning to black and thenâŚwhite and gold.
â˘â˘â˘
Who knew killing God would have been so easy?
Vox knew that killing angels would have been the easiest part. Thanks to Carmilla Carmine, Vox had access to angelic weapons and that made the job easier.
Vox had slain those who didnât agree with his rise to power. The once pearly and clean streets of Heaven were now covered in shimmering, golden blood and decorated with angelic bodies like they were mere decorations.
Vox had done it.
He had taken over Heaven.
âI did it.â Vox laughed, âI fucking did it.â
âDonât you mean âweâ did it?â Velvette snapped.
Vox casually waved her off, almost like he was dismissing her. âYeah, sure, whatever.â
Vox had felt like a god before, way back when he was alive and being called the âGod of Entertainment.â Back when he was mortal and the only power he had at his fingertips was a devoted following and simple manipulation.
But now?
The man he used to be seemed so small in comparison.
âWhy would you even say that, Vel?â Valentino asked, his arms crossed and his eyes narrow behind his heart shaped sunglasses. âYou know heâs already forgotten us. Fucking dick.â
Velvette looked over at Y/N who had her face pressed against the glass of the Holy Kingdomâwell, what used to be Godâs Kingdom before he died.
âAt least she seems happy,â Velvette pointed out.
âVox, Vox!â Y/N exclaimed as she ran over to him, âdoes this mean that I can finally eat a cloud? Cuz Iâve always wondered what itâ.â
âThatâs nice, sweetheart.â Vox interrupted, âIâm too busy admiring whatâs mine.â
Velvette rolled her eyes, turned on her heels and walked off leaving Valentino standing there. He sighed and walked over to Vox, standing beside him now.
âNow that you own Heaven or whatever, does that mean youâll actually pay attention to me?â Valentino asked, âto Y/Nâ?â
âVal, donât you understand? Everything Iâve done has led me to this moment.â Vox smiled, âto owning Heaven. To killing God and replacing him. You should be happy for me, and youâre out here begging for attention?â
When Vox turned to face Valentino, he didnât entirely see his boyfriend or his fellow Overlordâwhat he saw was a selfish monster.
âYeah. Listen, Vox, Iâm real happy for you butâ.â
âThen you should act like it.â Vox snapped, âwithout me, youâd still be in Hell and signing souls away. Up here? Think about all the corruption you could do. All the virgins and those whoâve neverâ.â
Valentino cut him off. âYeah. I get it. But what about Y/N?â
Vox turned back toward the window. âIâll just make sure she gets whatever she wants. If she stays busy, then she wonât bother me.â
A frown pulled at Valentinoâs lips. âIs that what this is about? Us bothering you?â
Vox didnât answer immediately. His attention stayed focused on the realm just outside the windowâon the angelic blood, the bodies of those who disobeyed, the proof of what he had done.
âThatâs not what I said,â Vox replied, though his voice made it clear he didnât care how it sounded.
Valentino let out a quiet, humorless laugh. âNo, thatâs exactly what you said. âKeep her busy so she doesnât bother me.â Real romantic, Vox. Really makes a girl feel special.â
Vox exhaled. âYouâre twisting my words.â
âOh, am I?â Valentino shot back, stepping closer to his supposed âpartnerâ. âBecause from where Iâm standing, it sounds like you climbed your way up here just to leave us behind.â
Vox turned back to face Valentino. âI didnât leave anyone behindânot you, not Velvette or Y/N. Everything I did was for us. For power. For more. That was the whole fucking point of this! With us at the top, nobody would be able to talk down to usâ.â
âYou donât look like someone who did this with âusâ in mind,â Valentino scoffed. âYou look like someone who did all this to be better than Alastor.â
Voxâs screen glitched. âDonât fucking say that. This has nothing to do with that mother fucker.â
âThen why did you do it, huh?â
âYou know, youâre starting to sound really ungrateful.â
Valentino scoffed. âUngrateful? For what? Being ignored? For watching you talk to us like weâre just accessories? Yeah, Vox. Iâm real thankful.â
âAll Iâm saying is that you need to understand your place in all ofâ.â
âMy place?â Valentino repeated.
âOh, donât make this into something itâs not. Iâve given you everything. Power, influenceâ.â
âAnd we gave you us,â Valentino cut in, sharper now. âOr did that stop mattering the second you got your hands on all of this?â
Finally, Y/N noticed the yelling in the room and looked over at the two. Slowly, she approached the two and reached a hand out for Vox, placing her hand on his arm.
âCalm down, Vox. Itâsâ.â
âDonât,â Vox snapped, jerking his arm away like her touch burned him.
The motion was sharp, abrupt and it made Y/N flinch, her hand lingering in the space where he had been.
âItâs fine,â Y/N said quickly, her voice smaller now, uncertain but still trying. âYou guys are just stressed, right? I mean, this is a lot, but we can justâ.â
âI said donât,â Vox repeated, harsher this time.
The room went quiet.
Valentinoâs expression changed immediately, something dangerous and protective flashing behind his glasses as his gaze snapped back to Vox.
âWatch it,â Valentino warned, low and cold. âYou donât get to talk to her like that.â
Vox let out a sharp, humorless laugh. âOh, please. Now youâre playing defense? Thatâs rich.â
âIâm serious,â Valentino said, stepping forward, placing himself slightly between Vox and Y/N without even thinking about it. âYouâve been running your mouth since all of this started, but you donât get to snap at her just because your egoâs outta control.â
âMy ego?â Voxâs screen glitched, the image distorting for a split second. âYouâre standing in my empire, in my victory, and youâre calling me the problem?â
âYes,â Valentino shot back immediately. âBecause you are.â
âYou know what? Fine,â Vox began, his voice dropping into something colder. âIf youâre so unhappy here, then leave.â
Y/N blinked. âWhat?â
Valentino didnât move at first. âYou donât mean that.â
âDonât I?â Vox tilted his head slightly, the glow of his screen casting harsh light across the room. âAll Iâve heard since we got up here are complaints. About attention. About feelings. About us.â He scoffed. âItâs pathetic.â
Y/N shook her head quickly, stepping forward again despite everything. âNo, no, weâre not complaining, weâre justâŚtalking! Thatâs what people do, Vox. We just wanna be with youâ!â
âAnd you are,â Vox cut in, impatiently. âYouâre here. You get the benefits. You get the power. What more could you want? And if itâs not enough,â he continued, âthen maybe you donât belong up here.â
Valentino then grabbed Y/Nâs wrist and began to storm out of the room. âFine. Weâre leaving, but donât come fucking looking for us.â
When Valentino and Y/N left, Vox was left standing alone in the room. A part of him wanted to call out to them, beg for their forgiveness and make amends. But the other partâŚthe part that said he was now God and nobody would underestimate him anymore, said it was best to stay alone.
âHow does it feel to be all the way at the top and feel so alone?â
Vox quickly turned his head to find Alastor standing beside him. He was smiling, his hands behind his back and he lookedâŚcalm.
âWhat theâ?â Vox stammered before taking a step to the side, âwhat? Impressed by what Iâve created, Alastor?â
âHardly.â Alastor replied, âyou had to rely on people to get here. And even when you did get here, you abandoned those who loved you most.â
âI thought you didnât give a shit about allies,â Vox said.
âI donât. But you do.â Alastor stated, looking at him. âThatâs why youâre weak.â
âIâm not weak if I captured your ass and made Heaven submit to me!â Vox exclaimed, âI even killed God! Try and beat that!â
Alastor tilted his head slightly, watching Vox with an almost curious amusement. âOh, I donât need to beat it,â he hummed. âYouâve done that part all on your own.â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
âThat little speech you gave,â Alastor continued, gesturing lazily toward where Valentino and Y/N had left, âabout power, about being at the top,â his grin widened. âYou almost sounded convincing.â
âAlmost?â
âYes,â Alastor said simply. âBut convincing others and convincing yourself are two very different performances.â
The word âperformanceâ seemed to make the world around them glitch for a moment. The golden light dimmed, the bodies scattered across Heaven stuttering like a corrupted file before snapping back into place.
Vox noticed it immediately.
âWhat did you do?â He demanded.
âOh, I didnât do anything,â Alastor said lightly. âThis is all you. Every bit of it.â
The sky above them crackled. Not with thunder but with static.
Thin lines of distortion began to creep across the horizon, slicing through the gold and white like fractures.
Vox turned slowly, taking it in. âNo,â he muttered. âNo, this isâthis is mine. I built this. I won.â
âDid you?â Alastor asked.
Voxâs screen flickered again. His screen stuttered for a split second before stabilizing.
âI killed God,â Vox insisted, louder now, like volume alone could force it into truth. âI took over Heaven. Iâ.â
âAnd in doing so,â Alastor cut in, his voice still calm, âyou got exactly what you wanted.â
He gestured to everything.
âAll of it. No rivals,â Alastor continued. âNo one above you. No one to challenge you.â
His smile softenedâmockingly sympathetic.
âNo one to love you, either.â
That hit.
Voxâs screen glitched violently.
âShut up,â Vox snapped.
But Alastor didnât.
âThey left you rather quickly, didnât they?â He went on. âValentino with that temper of his, and your dear little sharkâŚâ He chuckled. âOh, she didnât even understand what was happening, did she? Still trying to soothe you while you pushed her away.â
âI said shut up!â
The world seemed to break. The sky split with a jagged tear, the golden light flickered erratically with chunks of the scenery blinking in and out like a failing signal.
For a moment, Vox wasnât standing in Heaven anymore.
He was somewhere dark.
Cold.
Then it snapped back.
Alastor was closer now.
âYou can dress it up however you like,â he murmured. âCall it ambition. Call it victory. Call it power.â
His grin widened again, sharp and knowing.
âBut at the end of it allâŚyou chose this.â
As Heaven began to glitch again, so did Alastorâs form. But his smile didnât disappear.
âHow does it feel,â Alastor asked again, quieter now, almost overlapping with something else, âto have everything you wanted and realize it was never enough?â
And then, Heaven shattered and suddenly, Vox was back at the bar with Alastor beside him. He looked like how he did all those decades ago, friendly, a little tipsy and VoxâŚhe caught his reflection in the glass he was drinking.
An old boxy television head, two straight antennas and his body felt heavier.
âThis isnât real.â Vox said, âIâm not reallyâ.â
âNo, but it doesnât make it any less true, does it?â Alastor replied, picking up his glass and drinking it.
âYou always did hate this version of yourself. Too naive to understand that everyone in Hell will betray you at some point.â Alastor smiled, âtoo naive to understand that there are no friends in Hell.â He set down his glass with a chuckle, âalthough, perhaps in the end, you did learn that by pushing everyone away.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking aboutâ.â
âDonât I?â Alastor laughed. âSweetheart, thereâs nothing that I donât know about you.â
Vox screen glitched. âThey were holding me back.â
âSo you claim. But the reality of it is that you want to eat the world and expect more,â Alastor stated. âBut face it, Vincent, you will never be full.â
He then turned to face Vox, a wicked smirk on his face.
âFace it, Vincent. Youâre a failure.â
Voxâs eyes snapped open and for a long moment, he was disoriented by the sudden change in colors. Going from golds and whites in Heaven, to crimsons and then to blackâŚwhat theâ?
Hovering just able Voxâs screen was Y/N and Valentino who looked concerned.
âWhat the hell are you two looking at?â Vox snapped. âDo you two often watch people sleep? Do you know howâ?â
âWe saw your dream.â Y/N blurted, a frown on her lips. âDo you really think that way about yourself?â She asked, âabout us?â
Vox didnât say anything. How could he when what played out in his dreams was true?
âDo you know how fucking badly Velvette and I wanted to leave your ass after that stunt you pulled?â Valentino asked, âa lot. But after everything weâve fucking been through together? Why leave now?â
Y/N nodded as she gently picked Voxâs head up and set him in her lap. âYeah, we love you too much to leave.â
âEhhh, debatable.â Valentino replied, âIâm still pissed at you for trying to kill us.â
âYou twoâŚwonât leave?â Vox softly asked, âafter everything I didâ.â
âThatâs the power of love, baby!â Y/N cheerfully said. âYeah, okay, you messed up big time and made some bad choices. But now that youâve lost your body, you canât exactly make anymore!â
Voxâs screen glitched, but he appreciated the optimismâŚeven if it was at his expense.
âBut you two arenâtâŚmad at me, right?â Vox asked, âI-I mean more than usual.â
Valentino sighed. âNo, I guess not. But if you try something similar againâŚâ
âI get it.â Vox replied before going silent, and then softly adding, âthank you.â
I fucking love when my writing doesnât save. Totally not about to loose my shit