Sparks of Love

Independent | Multi-Muse | Highly Selective Currently, this blog is under heavy construction and is considered PRIVATE.

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sparkinglove ; an independent, multi-muse, highly selective rp blog featuring characters such as ;

Charlie Morningstar / Vox from Hazbin Hotel Mira from K-Pop Demon Hunters Hitch from My Little Pony Sunset Shimmer from My Little Pony Adora from She-Ra Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous Ladybug Yosuke from Persona 4 Ann Takamaki from Persona 5 (testing)

written by Kai (25+, she/her)

Current Main Muse: Vox

Rules || more coming soon

Currently still under construction. Please be patient!

Mains:

@shiningxfates (Alastor) @thuganomxcs (Yusuke) @hazbinned (Val)

Disclaimer:

Due to having a busy life, my replies may be slow. It can be extremely hard for me to find time to write, sometimes for weeks at a time. I tend to lurk in the meantime, so I'll be more than happy to chat or plot.

One thing I adore is plotting. It's my favorite part of writing. I'm hoping to find new partners to create stories with.

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@belovedblossoms | Starter for Sanemi/Mitsuri

Only the sound of a disgruntled sigh revealed the position of the Wind Hashira, or maybe it was the keen senses by someone he considered an equal, who possessed strength and skill that rivaled his own, that gave his position away to her first. His footsteps were light as he strolled up behind Mitsuri, one of his hands automatically balling into a fist and resting on the hilt of his sword at the mere thought of the mission they were about to embark on together.

"Come on, let's get this started already." His lips were turned down in a perpetual resting frown, but the glint in his eyes showed a little less annoyance than usual. This mission had the potential to be a long one, depending on how quickly they were able to uncover the secret location of a nest of powerful demons. Though they were an odd pair and Mitsuri had a tendency to grate on his nerves, there were worse Hashira he could've been stuck with. More annoying ones, that was.

As it stood now, he didn't dislike Mitsuri. She was actually rather impressive in battles and supposedly, their combined styles would be a perfect match for this mission, according to their Master.

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Someone shake him to get him motivated.

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"Ugh."

A loud, disgusted voice filled the air, followed by a soft pop of static. "What're you doing here?"

He stopped behind the deer, his eyes rolling in his screen before landing on the red form in front of him. Of course Alastor would have beat him here. His eyes narrowed on Alastor's back and his mouth pointed down in frustration.

Alastor was the one sinner in all of Hell that Vox had no interest in dealing with, yet here he fucking was.

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@destiniesxdefied | Starter for angel attack Charlie x Alastor

It was still an adjustment to sleep alone in the giant bed in her bedroom. It was originally bought with the intention of sharing with her significant other, but they were currently on a break since the truth of Vaggie's origins came out. It helped teach Charlie that forgiving someone was not the same as being able to trust them again, and she couldn't be in a relationship with her unless that trust was rebuilt. It was something that might not be able to happen at all, but until then, she was resigned to sleeping in her own bed alone, sharing her bedroom with no one but Razzle.

She never once constituted it as a risk until the sound of the glass of her window shattering echoed through the middle of the night. It startled her out of bed, long blond hair flowing freely and messily down the back of her shoulders. She barely had enough time to let out a startled cry and dive out of her bed when an angel flew straight at her, bearing an exorcist's helmet and an angelic spear. She hit the floor as it stabbed straight into her pillow, causing white fluffy feathers to spill out of the hole it created and fly up into the air around her. Charlie hit the floor and rolled, the short hem of her red nightdress ruffling beneath her as she did.

She sat up with a startled gasp just as the angel yanked her weapon free and turned towards her, glaring at her with beady dark eyes. "Why are you doing this?" She cried, much less in anger than in a deep unsettling disappointment. It wasn't extermination time. Angels weren't even supposed to be in Hell right now! How many were there, and why were they targeting her?

There was barely enough time for her to throw a single hand out, launching a small firework from it in self defense. It nailed the angel right in the face, exploding in a flurry of colors that should distract her long enough. Charlie scurried to her bare feet and sprinted towards the door, but her hand hadn't even reached the door knob before the exorcist recovered and dove after her, the tip of its spear pointed towards the middle of Charlie's back.

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Maybe it was a little cliché, but in his defense, he never had a reason to act like this before. The fireworks could be heard from town. It was a celebration, but none of that really mattered to him. Instead, he was in his cabin with the one individual he wanted to spend the evening with. His arms reached up, raising to the balls of his feet to get close to range as he pulled his demon forward. He was already damned, sinking further into this meant nothing than letting his own desires take over. His lips pressed, not to light, but not to rough. A kiss for the New Year, one that continued to seal his fate.

It was routine that during peak holidays, Voxtek threw private parties that all employees were invited to. It was for publicity more than anything, to better the public's view of Voxtek, but over the years, Vox learned that it seemed to help raise the moral of his employees. So for a couple of days throughout the year, Vox allowed his own employees to slack off and enjoy themselves.

Normally, Vox would be celebrating right alongside of them. He didn't personally care about socializing with them, but it was a good show to put on. Who didn't appreciate having such a generous boss as him, who mingled with their own employees and pretended to give a crap about them?

This year, however, was different. He had something more compelling to attend to. So with an excuse of having a deadline to meet personally in order to allow his employees to enjoy themselves for the day, he locked himself away in his room. Only to soon after zap himself up to the human world in order to meet with the soul's whose contract he owned.

It became the best New Year's imaginable. All he needed to celebrate the new coming year was within this little cabin in New Orleans. He moved about the space with his human, happy to provide a hand in cooking for them. Food was always better in this realm than what Hell had to offer, but the real prize was the human himself. Alexandar had a hold over him like no one else. It made Vox helpless but to respond to his every move.

The moment Alexandar leaned into him, slipping his arms around him, Vox bent down towards him to close the gap between their heights. The eyes on his screen slipped shut in peace as their lips pressed together, a quiet hum of contentment sounding from him. His arms reached out to circle around the man's thin waist and draw him closer against his body. The warmth that radiated from him was enticing. No one down in Hell could compare to him, or the feelings he stirred within Vox.

This was the only place Vox wanted to be, pressed against him, kissing him, completely consumed by him. Consequences for missing his own party could be damned. Nothing was more important to him than Alexandar. His lips parted, enjoying the press of kiss after kiss, before he pulled away far enough to offer him a small smirk. "Happy New Year's, Al," he whispered, his eyes opening wide enough to only view him.

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Since moving through that portal, Rumi found herself in the Vee Tower. It was odd watching how the sinner realm worked, more so that they were so independent from the demon she was used to fighting. It didn't mean she wouldn't use the means to defend herself. Today, she was stuck with the CEO, Box? Mox?

In any case, she strolled in, looking around the office. "I was told by Velvette that I'm to work with you today."

The rumor spread fast of how a lowly imp's company -- Immediate Murder Professionals, or something stupid like that -- screwed up and allowed a human into Hell. Normally, that wouldn't be cause for too much concern, but it was the rumor of what this human was; a demon hunter who possessed unique skills and a special weapon. While the weapon was rumored to be different from angelic steel, it still posessed the ability to hurt them and this girl made sure to make good use of that threat when it was needed.

There was no way to get her out of Hell until she was willing to leave with the threat of her weapon looming over them and currently, until she was satisfied with understanding the inner workings of Hell and what threat it posed to the human realm, there was no way to convince her to get out. Thus, Overlords banded together to do the only thing within their power; pass her around until she was satisfied with what she saw of Hell.

Unfortunately, it was his turn next. Velvette was only able to keep her composure for a day or two around the girl before passing the problem on to him. The fashion industry didn't appear to be her style or more accurately the root of it came from Velvette butting heads with a human who was as stubborn as she was. With them deciding it was best to leave her in the dark to Val's side of their businsss, that left Vox as the next candidate to show her around the business side of Hell.

He was currently seated in one of his offices going over a couple of plans of what to show her for the day when the door opened and a soft voice spoke up. His screen lifted from the paperwork to meet her, glowing with its projection in the room, as his eyes swept over the girl. He heard descriptions of her and plenty of ill talk about her from Velvette, but it was his first time seeing her in person. She was small in comparison to most sinners who resided in Hell, standing probably around a foot and a half shorter than him, but equally as lanky. Her hair was long, pulled back into a braid to contain it. It was her eyes that drew him in though. Despite being in unfamiliar territory outside of her own realm, there was something fierce in them that proved she was a force to be reckoned it. It wouldn't do him any favors to underestimate her simply because of her race.

He set the papers aside and planted the brightest smile on his face. "Ah, I was expecting you. Rumi, is it?" He stood from his chair and walked around the table to approach her, immediately extending a friendly hand in greeting. He wasn't thrilled by this temporary partnership, but for the benefit of all of Hell, he had to remain on her good side. "It's my pleasure to show you around my company today. My name is Vox, and this is VoxTek." He extended his free hand out to the side, motioning to the entire building where she stood. Velvette and Val may be his business partners, but this company was built from the ground up and ran by him personally. It would be nothing without his leadership. This girl was going to be lucky to learn from him.

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// ooc: Since I'm spending the holiday with Sorano and her family, I have a few days off work! Now that holiday festivities are over, my plan is to work my way through drafts. I can't promise I'll get to every single post, but it's sitting at a reasonable number so I'd like to catch up with every thread I'd like to continue.

Shockingly, it started with replies to her today. Majority of the rest of my replies to everyone else will enter a queue until I have a chance to catch up with more.

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Busy. The hotel was busy. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was troublesome. Reporters. Cameras. It was all interaction he didn't care to take part in, not with his own personal issues weighing on his mind. This was one of those days he went to hide away earlier than usual. Husk and Nifty would be fine to attend to the guests. They knew better than to disrespect his wishes.

Where he was in the hotel didn't even cross his mind, until it was too late. There was no time to react. His eyes caught the door swinging open, an individual grabbing him, and then inside. The radio demon supposed he should be fortunate this was Charlie that seized him. His slender form was tense, his eyes widened before realizing what was going on.

Charlie wasn't handling this very well. Slowly, he brought his free hand up, letting himself relax in the process. He rested it softly upon the Princess's head. "My dear, look at how many sinners you've been able to bring in. It wasn't long ago that you only had one guest." He knew that would solve anything, but it should at least be enough to keep her together to form some sort of understandable speech.

Somehow even on his early day, he still was left babysitting.

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The sight of the Radio Demon in her room was the first thing that actually brought Charlie a sense of relief. It didn't solve any of her current problems of course -- only she was capable of overcoming her own feelings of inadequacy -- but having him by her side was was the first small step in helping relieve her stress. It seemed like Alastor knew exactly how to handle her because as soon as his hand rested on her head, her rapid breathing began to gradually slow and return to normal. Her hands, however, kept a tight hold on his, desperate for the contact with him because it helped ground her as much as his words did.

"I know. Maybe that's why I feel so much pressure now. Everyone's looking at me as if I know what to say, but in reality... I have no idea what the fuck is happening." Before her breathing could pick up with the spike of anxiety, one of her hands twisted in his grasp to slip her fingers in-between Alastor's. It made her feel slightly better to have a hold of his hand like this where she could grip it as tightly as she wanted to, and pressed his palm reassurringly into hers.

If the Radio Demon was able to believe in her dream, then what was stopping the rest of the sinners filling up her lobby from coming to believe in it as well?

She let out a slow steady breath as her eyes gradually returned to a normal size as they stared up at his. "One of my friends died and I'm scared, Alastor. What if... What if they believe in what I'm promising them and I fail again? How am I supposed to save anyone's soul when I couldn't save his?" Tears welled in her eyes as she reached the root of her issues. She was still mourning the loss of a dear friend when so many new visitors showed up and expected more from her than she felt able to give them.

She was already a failure and nothing could be done to help the one soul she already lost.

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It amused him to watch Vox work. He really did just enjoy being full of himself. It was easy to see through his façade, if one knew where to look. Breaking down how the Media demon worked wasn't on his lists to do today, but it helped pass the time while he waited.

Once the realization hit, the fun began. The little scramble to process why he was even there to begin with while trying to keep his cool on the air helped make this trip more worth it. "Ah, my dear acquaintance, your little employees are actually the ones that helped me find exactly where you were." He commented, leaning back against the wall.

Letting that sink in for a moment, he continued. "I'm here on behalf of The Princess of Hell." His smile growing if only to hide his distain for being here. "You see, we're in need for a little bit more networking to gain traction at the hotel. Imagine my surprise when she tasked me to come all the way here to get this done." Already, he knew how Vox was going to react to this, but he had his own ways of persuasion to try and make him cooperate.

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Anger flared across his face at the words Alastor said. How dare one of VoxTek's own employees allow this bastard entrance on the grounds? Worse yet, led him right into the room where Vox was currently airing on live television! He made a mental note to check the security cameras to find out which employees allowed it to happen and fire their asses later for it. It served them right to allow something like this to happen and make a complete fool out of him!

The swirl in one of his eyes didn't ease as Alastor made himself comfortable in the room, clearly there to stay and chat about whatever it was on his mind. He was ready to shout again, demand for him to get out of his office until the name 'Princess of Hell' was dropped. His demeanor abruptly shifted, annoyance still plainly in his expression, but it eased to a normal level. "This again? I already told that bitch no," he scoffed, not hiding the disdain in his own voice either. He would refrain from referring to the Princess of Hell in such a crude manner publicly, and of course to her face as well, but he wanted to piss Alastor off and make him leave. Maybe it would help if he insulted the precious princess he was so fond of.

This was already a conversation he had with her, right here in one of his offices with the other Vees, in fact. Somehow, the Princess got in her head that they, specifically him, would be interested in using his media influence in order to help the Hazbin Hotel be received in more of a positive light after the most recent extermination. He took pretty much the opposite approach, choosing instead to run the name of the hotel into the ground and speak about how bad for all of Hell Charlie was for pursuing murdering the angels.

There were a lot of unknown elements of their future after that latest attack and the slaughter of an archangel, but as long as the media consumption of the material he put out continued receiving views, his job was done. It didn't matter to him beyond what he was able to gain by it.

She also had the ridiculous idea to use his personal help and technology at VoxTek to assure there wouldn't be any attacks made out of revenge, or a second extermination, but like hell he was interested in striking a deal like that when there was nothing for him to gain. It sounded like a losing situation to him that he had no interest in partaking in. All three of the Vees laughed in her face and left, and hadn't heard from her again after that.

Leave it to that cowardly bitch to send the fucking Radio Demon here to continue her pathetic pursuit of this idea. It only put him in a worse mood to have Alastor here in his building. Did she seriously expect this to work on him?

He visibly rolled his eyes, but didn't move to kick Alastor out. Yet. "You might as well fucking leave because my answer is still no. There's nothing in that little deal of hers that interests me." He could care less about what happened to that hotel or the people who resided in it, including Alastor.

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Being reduced to dealing with his enemy wasn't his most shining moment. On top of that being exposed in a very vulnerable way, made him feel much lower. He supposed knowing that experiments had already been done helped, but it sounded as if this would still be considered an experiment. "Sinners already had the ability to regenerate. Perhaps the angelic energy cuts off the that ability to do so. When it's reapplied, it could heal that connection?" He questioned, mostly making sense of everything himself, and why this may work over other things.

He was well aware that his stitches was a botched job. It stopped him from bleeding every where. That was win for him. Before the stitches, it was a constant mess. Now if he did too much activity, a few would become undone. Overlords had always been conditioned to make sure no one knew when you were weakened. Territory, souls, deals, everything could change the flow of balance. Vox should know this. Vox should be understand why Alastor did everything himself, by himself.

Oh…the tuffs of ears perked and just as quickly fell. It also didn't cross his mind that Vox would have to be this close to him, touching along the wound that threatened the unravel him completely. His head gave the slightest of nods, before turning away. He was unaware of what type of reaction his body would have to this. If he could avoid it, he'd prefer the media demon not see any discomfort appear across his face. He was certain he'd never live it down later. This was already a rather unfortunate situation. If this little solution worked, he'd owe Vox at least something. Being in someone's debt was something the radio demon tried to avoid.

"I'm not responsible for how I react." He grumbled out.

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Leave it to Alastor to try and figure out the connection behind the salve and its ability to regenerate a sinner's body. Vox nodded in a silent confirmation of his theory, but really, that's all either of them had, theories. There was no exact science to prove why this method was effective. Even Vox, or any of the bioengineer scientists employed by him were only able to explain the exact reason why angelic steel affected them the way it did. But if there was a loophole to help the recover from it, then Vox was more than happy to take advantage of it, even if it was for his supposed sworn enemy.

He watched as Alastor looked away, willing to respect his privacy when it came to such an intimate gesture as this. Hell, it would probably allow him to focus better not to see his damn face, anyways. He waited for verbal consent before huffing out a small breath. "I can take it," he assured. It wouldn't be the first time Alastor lashed out at him. These days all they did was fight, with Vox begrudgingly getting beat by the Radio Demon more often than not. Alastor hurting him wouldn't be anything new.

He paused for a moment with his hand inches above his chest, contemplating the next move he had to make and assuring both of them were ready for it. "Sorry if this hurts," was his only short warning before his fingers made contact with the wound. He tried to be gentle with it, applying as little pressure as possible, but it inevitably was bound to hurt him. He spread the salve in an even formation across it, swallowing thickly as a small trickle of blood escaped from the wound in between the stitches. It made it a little easier for him to focus though, his mind shifting away from the fact that he was touching the Radio Demon to instead only think about how this needed to help him.

He went back for a second round of the salve, dipping his fingers in it again to apply once more over the gaping wound. "I think I've done what I can, but..." He paused to inspect the wound before him, looking over it with concern before his eyes flickered up to try and catch Alastor's. "You should probably let me stitch this up again. Velvette showed me how to sew before." Sinners rarely needed stitches or medical treatment like this seeing as they regenerated within time, but basic stitching shouldn't be that hard for him and was bound to look better than this. It wouldn't be the same type of stitches that Alastor was able to summon with his magic, but with the use of the salve, it would hopefully be enough to keep the wound closed long enough to allow it to heal, which was something even Alastor's magic couldn't accomplish while being compromised.

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@destiniesxdefied | continued from x

These days, Vox spent an increasingly more amount of time with his makeshift business partner than the two who actually helped run the V Tower. He made sure to keep his share of VoxTek running smoothly, working overtime when it was necessary to meet deadlines, but it also required at least occasional meetings with his fellow Vees. Maintaining discussions with them was essential to keep their business afloat, as much for operational purposes as his personal life. It was a drag having to deal with Velvette yelling at him for his incompetence and Val shitting himself over the latest issue going on with Angel Dust, despite the fact that Vox was the one running this place. He was the real head of their company, but it made his life easier when the two of them were happy with him and the path VoxTek was heading down.

He was stuck in one of those meetings now. Several papers were spread out around him containing talking points or projected sales, everything that his less business savvy partners needed to hear and approve of to move forward with. There were plenty of open chairs around them at the large table, but only Vox's was positioned at the head of the table, with Velvette and Val occupying the ones across from him.

Employees were specifically warned not to interrupt their important meetings, so when the door to the office opened up, Vox's eyes immediately narrowed as they shot up to the suspect, ready to fire them on the spot. To his surprise, the Radio Demon was there instead, shutting the door behind him and strolling over like he was a part of this meeting. "What the fuck are you doing here?" There was an edge of annoyance to the question. Upon striking his business deal with the sinner, he gave expressed permission that Alastor was allowed to enter the premise of VoxTek whenever he pleased. There were few, if any, restrictions set in place for him, so Alastor was able to use his facilities however he needed in order to accomplish his end of their deal.

He hadn't meant to allow him entrance to these particular meetings. Fuck, he could already hear the earful Velvette was probably getting ready to give him.

His eyes tracked the Radio Demon's movements as Alastor approached him, widening in surprise as he flopped down in his lap. Instantly, a subtle blush lightened his expression. His arms flailed out at his sides, suddenly at a loss of what to do with them as the paper clutched in his hand slipped free and fluttered to the floor forgotten about. "W-what the fuck are you doing?" He repeated the question harsher, but there was an unmistakable hint of embarrassment behind the words this time. Did Alastor have to do this in front of Velvette and Val of all people?! And, fuck, why did he have to be so fucking hot doing it?!

There was a brief moment where his screen glitched with a rush of static, overwhelmed in his current state, before his eyes forcibly narrowed on the bundle in his lap. "These meetings aren't for you, Al. Get the fuck out and I'll deal with you once I'm done here." There was a part of him that enjoyed the weight in his lap and the sudden pressure resting on a sensitive part of him, but the embarrassment flooding through him, able to feel the heated looks from both Velvette and Val, was enough to push it from his mind the best he was able to. But fuck, he needed him to move now.

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Perhaps he liked bringing up points that made Vox lose his composure. The employee kicking him out was actually hilarious. Personally, he didn't care either way, but the way Vox bristles at the mere mention, that was worth the mention every time. "Ah ah ah." His voice going up with each sound. "Now Charlie's redemption practices are just as important. Perhaps you could learn a few things from her." He was absolutely going to make him attend some now, especially if he doesn't let up about this party.

His head gave a little roll, looking up to begin with and then moving to look back at Vox. "Your invitation literally states Sexy Kink Wear is encouraged. I'm Ṇ̵̐͘Ỏ̸̱̭͌T̸̛̲ interested in the shenanigans you and your business partners get up to. I'm not interested in anything that goes on within that company, and I'm certainly not interested in seeing anyone more than I need to."

He gave a quick turn, heading towards the grand stairs leading towards the rooms of the hotel. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to enjoy my evening, alone, with no interruptions."

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The tone in Alastor's voice made one of Vox's eyes twitch in irritation. He knew that tone. Oh, this was sure to be a problem later. It meant he would likely have to deal with the Princess of Hell and one of her annoying seminars in the hotel. He loathed the idea of sitting around in a circle and confessing feelings to one another. There was hardly a point to it when all of them were sinners in Hell.

That would be a problem for another day. It didn't change his mind -- no, his need -- to have the Radio Demon accompany him to this stupid holiday party. He had to keep up appearances at his own company's party, which meant having Alastor with him as his plus one. He wasn't going to let this deer embarrass him by not showing up with his partner. "You're coming." The words were spoken with hostility as his screen flickered with his increasing fury, resembling black and white lines before quickly shuffling again back to his normal face.

Just as Alastor turned his back to him, ready to depart and leave him alone, he lifted his right hand in the air. A chain manifested around it, an electric blue color swirled with a glowing green. It stretched for several feet and attached to the other end was one of Alastor's wrists. He yanked on it, forcing the deer to stumble back away from the stairs, and essentially force him to turn his attention back to Vox and what he wanted. "I'm not asking." He had tried the nice route, but Alastor was too much of a brat to listen to request. "Part of our deal is accompanying me to shit like this, so you're going to shut up, act pleasant, and come with me. Now are you ready to leave or not?" So long as they were chained together by this deal, Alastor had no choice but to listen to him.

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"I don't enjoy these types of get togethers. I would also prefer to stay away from any event that involved more of your employees. I've already been kicked out once. It's clear I'm not welcomed and that's fine by me!" Every excuse! He would use every excuse he could find to not leave this hotel at the moment. The amount of cameras that would be there, and individuals he really didn't want to deal with. Wouldn't Vox be distracted anyway?

He pulled himself back from Vox, glaring, radio signals flaring again. Could the media demon not understand how much he was fighting this? Sure they had their agreement, but it never stated having to attend company parties. "If that's the case, then you'll have to attend Charlie's little seminars. They're just as part of this project as your little holiday party is." Perhaps that would get him off his case.

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It was irrelevant to him if Alastor enjoyed these types of events or not. He huffed out an irritated sigh at the reminder of the unfortunate event that happened not too long ago. "Trust me, you won't see that useless employee again." He made sure to take care of him personally with the use of threats and banishment from ever stepping foot on his property again. No one was allowed to tell the Radio Demon off but him. He made sure each and every one of his employees knew that after the event, even if none of them quite understood the terms of the deal he had going on with Alastor.

Seeing the resistance from the other made static spark between his antennas. "That's hardly the same! I highly doubt she has discussions about the latest technology or events that are designed to improve our tasks." Her little session about feelings could stay far away from him unless there was a legitimate need for him to be there for actual business conversation, which there wasn't. She was too airheaded to think about serious topics like this.

Sure, the holiday party might have a little bit more going on with it, such as games and events, and things of the sort, but all of that could be disguised under the prospect of this taking place for business purposes. "Look, you'll be with me the whole time. We'll stop by to say a few words to some people, maybe grab some food, then go in my office and work until it's time for any business discussions. Does that sound better?" Personally, he didn't give a fuck how much he was around, despite it being his own party. He only cared about flaunting off this stupid deer and spending time with him, however much Alastor would allow.

He could almost pretend they had a real partnership outside of business.

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@destiniesxdefied | continued from x

"Did you forget the part where we're business partners? As in, you're working directly with VoxTek for your little hotel project?" It was a bit of a gray area. The deal Alastor struck with him was for Vox's business partnership directly, but since they used resources to accomplish the goals the Hazbin Hotel needed him for directly through his company and the resources of VoxTek, it meant his company was as much involved in this deal as he was.

Which also meant while Alastor wasn't a direct employee of his, their business partnership as it stood made him an honorary employee, which made his presence at the party a necessity, as far as Vox was concerned.

"Just shut up and come with me. We're already late to it." He had to make an entire trip to retrieve the stupid deer who otherwise refused to leave the hotel. "If you want my continued support on this project, then you're coming." There was no way he was showing up to his own stupid party without his plus one; an unwilling Radio Demon. He'd feel stupid now to show up without him after prancing him around VoxTek for weeks now while working on their business deal together.

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@destiniesxdefied | continued from x

Little did Charlie know that this was anything less than consensual between them. Sure, sometimes Alastor tried to keep things professional between them and tended to act like a gentleman more often than Charlie cared for him to treat her. Sometimes all she wanted was for him to slam her back against a wall or one of their beds and enjoy her.

Other times, she decided to stop waiting for him to make a move and took what she wanted instead. Now was a prime example of that, with her legs spread to straddle Alastor's lap on a couch inside the privacy of her own room. She was currently dressed down to her white undershirt and pants, and trying to work him over with subtle rolls of her hips, hoping to put the right amount of pressure against him until she could feel that familiar thick outline of him against her.

Her mouth, meanwhile, had a nice latch on the skin beneath his collarbone. She had his bowtie undone, laying loose beneath the collar of his shirt, and the first few buttons opened and spread wide apart to leave the top of his chest exposed. There were already two bright marks marring his skin, quickly forming into bruises, with a third in the process of being made.

With a muffled moan, Charlie released the skin from her lips and looked up at the scarlet eyes that met her. "Just..." She paused for a moment to consider her words, how to phrase how it was she felt after dealing with the recent bout of paparazzis who had flooded the lobby of their hotel earlier that day. "No one seems to believe in my cause. They act like our mission here is a joke!" Anger flooded her voice at the memory of the questions some of them had the nerve to ask her.

Maybe it was a mistake to bring it up because with the new flow of anger, her hips grinded down harder, desperate to feel the man beneath her and be distracted by her favorite type of stress reliever. At the same time, one of her hands lifted to scratch the tips of her claws down the length of Alastor's exposed skin, not enough to injure, but inflict a mild sensation of pain. "It's not a joke." She knew what the two of them were working so closely together to accomplish was possible, and more important than anything in all of Hell, regardless if anyone else believed in it or not.

However, it wasn't the only close business she planned to have with Alastor.

[sparkinglove]

"Little something cute for you - 'cause, you're cute...!" He manages to somehow utter this with both a reddened face and a gigantic grin! (For Marinette!)

Her eyes widened. "F-for me?" she repeated in disbelief, her own cheeks darkening an equal shade of scarlet. He called her cute! She reached out to accept the gift delicately, affection sweeping across her expression at the sight of it. "Oh my gosh, it's so cute!" How was it that Ryuji knew exactly what she would like?

"I know exactly where to put it!" Excitement filled her voice as she reached over and clipped it on her schoolbag, beaming as the little plush fell perfectly against her pink schoolbag. Now she could see it every day and be reminded of who gave it to her, and the warm feelings attached to Ryuji.

She beamed up at him. "Thank you, Ryuji." With her cheeks turning a darker shade yet, she leaned up to press her lips against his cheek, returning the appreciation in the only way she knew how. When she pulled back, her eyes were half lidded in embarrassment, but her face was a mask of pure happiness. "You know... You're pretty cute yourself..."

It took only a moment after the remark for her to internally freak out. Oh no, she had called him cute! Could that be taken as an insult to a boy? God, she was terrible at flirting! But seeing that gigantic grin on his face and knowing she was the one who brought it out of him really did wonders to her already racing heart around him.

[destiniesxdefied]

It was as he thought. Given the opportunity, Vox would take it. He'd give the other a little bit of credit. He expected the media demon to much more aggressive with him tonight. Instead, his actions were very much soft and caring. It was a comforting feeling he hadn't felt in a long while. A feeling he tried not to get caught too far in. In only lead to problems and regret.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, the atmosphere of the evening that was set, but in this moment, he wasn't disgusted. The desperation was almost welcomed. He breathed it sharply against the other's lips, taking it as his only moment to do so before being pulled back down against him. His own eyes slipped shut, letting Vox take a little bit of the reigns, even though he lead with it.

Claws came up, gently trailing from the top side of his screen, down to the bottom edge, cupping it to also keep him close. It probably wasn't necessary, but it's what he felt in that moment. One kiss turning into a few more desperate ones together, chasing a little high that it gave him. He sunk deeper, letting his body rest on the other's.

Fuck this wasn't how this was supposed to go…

[sparkinglove]

Nothing else outside of this room mattered in all of Hell. There was only the Radio Demon. Granted, that was true for almost every day to Vox. There was little else that occupied his mind daily. Even tasks at his own company and with his own business partners took a backseat when it came to anything involving the Radio Demon. Vox was obsessed with all things regarding the sinner.

Now here Alastor was, pressing closer against him, one hand touching along the edge of his head and his body shifting closer to be against him, and it consumed every thought stirring inside of him.

In that moment, it was forgotten that Alastor was currently drunk. That his plan had been to genuinely put Alastor to bed for the night and take care of him tomorrow, with what was sure to be a nasty hangover. Instead, Vox was completely derailed by his actions, unable to think of anything else beyond the pressure of the lips against his own. He was helpless but to chase after the feeling, his entire body responding to the Radio Demon unlike it had with anyone else before. No one else was Alastor.

There was a soft desperate noise in the back of his throat as his lips parted, desperately pressing in again and again against Alastor's, savoring each slip and slide they made together. With one hand still tangled in the back of his hair, holding Alastor's head in place -- not that it seemed like he had any interest in parting from him, which holy fuck, set a thrill of excitement through him -- his other hand moved to wrap around his thin waist and pulled his entire body flushed against his own. His legs tangled in between Alastor's with the need to be close, allowing him to feel every inch of his body and every heavy breath Alastor took in-between their kisses.

It was incredible.

God, it was like his whole life was finally clicking together and made sense. This was where he was meant to be; with Alastor, and exactly like this.

He never wanted it to end.

"Al..." The name came out breathless against his lips, spoken with a slight overwhelming static background to it.