#hex series

[zanephillips]

Joseph Morgan as Troy in Hex 1.01 

[a-supernova-girl]

Wait For You - Azazeal (Hex) x OC

For a request from a not-so-anonymous person, for fluffy, happy Azazeal-ness where the reader knows about what he really is and is okay with it. I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. I just binged a bunch of Hex again to prepare...he’s even more of a bad influence than I remembered...

Hesitation filled every inch of Azazeal's immortal body as he took slow and measured steps toward the doors of the old, abandoned church he had once again made his home. She'd seen him, the real him, and before she could even respond, he'd spirited himself away. It had been several days since she's witnessed his demonic form, and the fallen angel hoped sincerely that she hadn't disappeared as he had. He'd already made an appearance at her cozy little apartment, but she hadn't been home and that alone left him with mixed feelings of hope and dismay. Hope that he would find her where he typically slept, dismay that he would find her somewhere in the arms of someone else. He could only blame himself if he encountered the latter.

With a deep inhale, he ran his fingers through his slicked-back hair and over the collar of his white button-down, and pressed his palm against the heavy church door, cringing at the creaking noise that accompanied it. Looking around, it was clear that he had not been home in several days, from the lack of a few hundred bright red candles burning defiantly. There was, however, a luminescent circle of small flames across the large room. Little tea lights sat upon a table, their individual lights almost forming a little halo, casting a soft glow over one side of a human face that rested against an overstuffed pillow encased in satin. Azazeal approached the expansive bed with quiet steps, taking in the human's belongings that seemed to have made homes for themselves in his sacrilegious temple. Not being able to resist, he snatched up her cellphone for a moment, scanning through her messages for unfamiliar names...he was nothing if not jealous, but she'd never given him reason to be and it seemed that hadn't changed. He placed it back where he'd found it, a small twinge of guilt digging into him. Of the two of them, she certainly wasn't the one who had garnered mistrust. And yet, here she was, surrounded by his silky sheets, seemingly waiting for him to come home.

“Darling,” came his whisper as he lowered his face to hers, pressing his lips gently to her cheek and drawing back as she began to stir.

“Az...Azazeal?” she whispered in a sleepy voice, reaching out with an unsteady hand, which he instantly grasped in both his own. “You disappeared,” she continued when he remained mute, and he looked away in shame. “Are you mad at me?”

Azazeal found her eyes instantly, his brows knitting together with concern. “How could I possibly be upset with you?” he asked, one of his hands leaving hers to brush loose stands of hair away from her eyes.

“But you-”

“I was afraid that...I didn't think you'd want to see me again after what you witnessed. I wouldn't blame you if didn't.”

“Azazeal,” she mumbled, her voice almost dreamy, “I know you're not exactly an angel. Well, not anymore, I mean.” Her lips formed a goofy little smiled, and Azazeal felt his own lips pulling into a grin. “I knew what you were way before I saw...well, what I saw. If I was going to leave you over that, I would have way before now.”

“Still,” Azazeal began, but he paused when his mortal lover turned a little to press her lips to his palm.

“No more of that,” she whispered, pressing another kiss into his hand as he brought her own up to his mouth and did the same as she had to the back of her hand instead, noting the light pulse that he felt as her blood flowed through her mortal veins. So fragile. And so...accepting of him, when so many others had looked upon him in disgust. “This bed is too big for me, help me fill it up,” she whispered again, and he shook his head at her clumsy attempt at flirting, but she didn't notice. She was already pushing her body away from the edge to make room for him in this bed that was too big for her.

Azazeal stood from his crouched position and began to strip himself of his clothes, surprising even himself a bit when he felt his cheeks flush faintly from the way she watched him. She was too tired to take the situation much further, too far gone to consent to anything, but her tired eyes still seemed hungry. Finally stripped down to silk boxers (he couldn't bring himself to strap down his cock in a cotton/spandex blend), he slid back the sheets and drew his body close to hers. She looked nearly unconscious, but as he settled on his side to watch over her, he felt her fingers comb through his dark hair. “I have to admit,” her voice was so soft that it was nearly inaudible, “I do prefer this face to the other.” Azazeal lips twitched into a smile again as she shimmied her body closer to him, closing what little gap was left between them. The fallen angel remained motionless as her eyes focused on his lips, as if hesitating.

“You don't have to,” he whispered, trying to cover up the sudden feeling of dismay in his voice. Perhaps up close, the illusion of this body wasn't so solid.

“It felt like you were gone so long,” she mumbled, still watching his lips. Her fingers reached for his stubble-roughened cheek, and he turned his face slightly into her touch, the softness that he had missed. He felt the mattress shift again and opened his pale eyes to watch as she drew herself so close, a hint of hesitation still visible in her, but a hint of excitement too. “It almost feels like another first kiss,” she whispered, and Azazeal closed the tiny gap between himself and his suddenly timid human, as warm and as sweet as he'd remembered.

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Void (Rhiannon Lassiter)

[a-supernova-girl]

Better Angels (Azazeal x OC)

Just a mildly angsty and also fluffy idea that came to me, since no one writes for Azazeal (anymore...that I know of...is anyone still writing for Azazeal? Tell me!)

(((Hex is available for streaming for free in it’s entirety on youtube if you’re interested in watching here - not my playlist, but it has all the episodes)))

I might write some more for him in the future, because lets be honest...Azazeal is fucking hot, and very aware of that fact. And pushy...Azazeal, why are you so pushy?

He likes to watch her sleep. She always looks so calm like this, so serene and...so much less angry with him. She won't even acknowledge him anymore, slams the door in his face when he knocks on it. She doesn't trust him, and he knows she has no reason to. She has seen his real face, and his false one no longer seems to hold any sway over her, not with his revolting true form lingering in the back of her mind. He may technically be an angel, but all she sees is a demon.

Azazeal rubs unconsciously at the angelic symbols branded into the side of his neck as he stares from his uncomfortable seat on the window ledge, half in and half out. Only partially breaking the rules, so she can only partially be angry with him if she wakes up. He'd love to touch her, but she's such a light sleeper, he likely couldn't get away with it. Just a little closer, he thinks, stepping down as quietly as possible from the open window, making silent strides, ever watchful for signs of wakefulness. When he reaches the edge of the bed, he squats down parallel to her face, fingers gently grasping the comforter she's cocooned herself in. She looks...flushed? He's only seen her cheeks this heated while mid-flirt, or at least that used to be the case, before he displayed his true face in a moment of true cruelty with a human, unaware that he'd had her as an audience until it was too late. He doesn't want to think about that, it's not a memory he's happy to recall. The fallen angel closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly, as if to clear his thoughts away, and looks back to the human's face. There is a faint sheen of sweat over her skin, even in the cool autumn air, and now he understands the warmth radiating from her cheeks.

With unsure fingers, he slowly reaches out to brush damp strands of hair from her face and is confronted by a weak whimper. Her skin is warmer than it should be, and she looks so uncomfortable. When he moves to run his long fingers through her hair in an attempt to comfort, her eyes flutter open and she looks so confused and drowsy, gazing at him directly but not fully registering his face yet in the dark. “Darling,” comes his whispered voice, and her confusion instantly shifts to irritation.

“What do you think you are doing in my home? You are not welco-” she's cut off by her own sudden bout of coughing, and Azazeal's hand draws back to give her space.

“You're sick, my love,” he answers matter-of-factly, and she's almost too exhausted to glare at him.

“I'm very aware of that, demon. Leave me alone,” her angry voice ends in a whine, and she grips the blankets closer, a few rogue tears falling down her cheeks. “I'm already miserable, I don't need you making it wor-” she starts coughing again, and if she could see through the darkness of the room, she would see how visibly upset the angel looks. Not from her irritated words, she's called him demon, monster, murderer, so many other unwelcoming terms before in an attempt to make him leave her alone, but he can't bring himself to stay away. He doesn't like to see her like this, weak and helpless for all the wrong reasons, shuddering in discomfort from a cough instead of in pleasure from his touch.

“Have you seen a doctor?” he persists, and after a few moments of stillness, he sees the blankets she's dragged over her head

move in a nodding motion.

“I'm on antivirals, but I just started them today. They're not working yet,” she mumbles, and he digs his fingers into the edge of the fluffy comforter and drags it back down. Azazeal glances to the nightstand beside him and grasps a tissue, carefully

pressing it to her nose.

“Blow,” he insists, but she grabs the tissue from him and carefully pushes herself into a sitting position, glaring at the arm that encircles her in a helpful motion, and blowing her nose noisily.

“I'm not a child, Azazeal, I can manage this much,” she grumbles, eyes closed and head swimming with dizziness, missing the glimmer of hope that washes over the angel's face at the mention of his name. She hasn't called him by his real name since before the unfortunate incident that drove her away from him.

“Would it be so terrible to let me help you?” he questions carefully, not taking his eyes off her. If he can remind her that he's capable of kindness and not so monstrous, maybe...

“...Soup,” she finally proclaims. His brows furrow, and she finally looks back at him, the miserable look on her face breaking him just a little. When he opens his mouth to voice a question, she cuts him off. “When someone is sick, you're supposed to make them soup.” Finally adjusted to the low light coming in from the open window, she watches as his lips curl into a half smile, but pretends to ignore it. She doesn't sense malevolence, this almost feels like an attempt at kindness. Before he can inquire, she cuts him off again, “Chicken Noodle. Read the instructions, you have to add a can of water to it before you heat it up.” Without another word, the angel rises to his full height, stepping around the bed and away from her, grazing his fingertips over the edge of the blankets before leaving the room the proper way, and the human listens to his footsteps as he descends the stairs toward the kitchen.

* * *

“This is nice,” Azazeal mumbles, running his fingers up and down the human's back in a comforting motion as she leans into him, too weak to argue or swat his hand away. The young woman glances around, at the empty bowl, the disgusting bottle of cough syrup, and the used tissues threatening to escape her wastebasket.

“You really are a masochist if this is your idea of 'nice',” she retorts, but he only smiles and pulls her closer to himself, not minding the excess heat her illness-weakened body gives off.

“Being here with you, needing me,-”

“I never said I needed you-”

“-is nice.” His crystal blue eyes look down to her fever-flushed face, and he notes her small hand clinging to his button-down even as she acts as if she doesn't want him here with her. “I'm not so terrible, darling. You seemed rather fond of me before you decided I was the devil.” She grumbles something about never using the word devil against his chest, and he pulls her closer to him until she is practically laying on top of him. “I would never have let you get this sick if I'd known.”

“I've been taking care of myself since I first moved out on my own, including when I'm sick.”

“But isn't it easier to get through with me around,” he answered, voice full of confidence, internally anxious. She's quiet for a few minutes before he starts to whisper her name, but her voice finally comes again, a soft 'yes'. He's silent for several moments before he finally continues, choosing his words carefully, “Would it be upsetting to you if I, uh...stayed the night?” Her answer is not accompanied by words, she simply wraps her arms more tightly around him, nuzzling into him when he begins to run his fingers up and down her back again. She doesn't pull away when he presses a gentle kiss against her hair, to her forehead, her nose. He pauses to look into her eyes, reading her response. For the first time in months, he sees no anger, no disgust. He doesn't see love either, she seems something closer to neutral, but when he finally moves to press his lips very carefully to hers, she doesn't pull away. She tastes salty from the soup, but he doesn't mind. He kisses her again, lips parting a little, but she pulls away at the touch of his tongue.

“I'm not there yet,” she finally whispers after a prolonged silence, and his brows lift a little at the 'yet'. His pale eyes stare into her tired ones, and he runs his hand over her cheek, guiding her to rest her head against his chest again.

“I can live with 'yet'.”

No idea who to tag for this, Hex is a very underappreciated series (at least the portion Fassy was present for) so I’ll tag @tradigitalhollow @hotmessfassy @taxodium-distichum @fassymioamor (if you want to, no pressure) @pro-procrassie @fassyownsmyassy @cirunia @sprinklesofsunshine @filling-the-darkness-with no pressure to anyone to read, I know Azazeal isn’t the most well known or popular character. Notes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated :)

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HEX // WALTER TRIMERA // 3 ZEPHYRIAN CYCLES // 19 // PRINCE OF ZEPHYRUS // HEIR TO THE TITANIUM THRONE // TWIN BROTHER OF ZANE // THE PROTECTOR // TELEKINESIS // SAPPHIRE // ALIVE

Subject is currently stable and healthy; location of the Prince is planet Earth of the Milky Way Galaxy. Current distance from Andromeda: 2.5 million light years. Acquainted with human named Clayton Novellium. Telekinetic power is currently dormant for now until he uses it again. Current bounty price set by the Rebels: $200K.

[bumblebriiblog]

this is a sketch thingy of a character named Raven in the lovely Hex series (or Void, the American name of the compilation of all three books) by Rhiannon Lassiter. i do recommend it to sci fi fans. the plot, set up and characters are all awesome.