˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝕮𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉'𝖘 𝕯𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Abel x Violet Evergarden! Reader
It's been a hot second but I'm back for some Valentine shenanigans
Word count: 1k+
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The streets of hell flooded with the usual sight of violence. Those who just happen to be lucky found themselves inside for the day spending a nice and actual romantic day. Rarely did love birds go out for the holiday. Typically that was reserved for singles going out for too wild parties and bars. Getting wasted and wasting whatsoever they saw in sight for the thrill of it.
Cannibals especially would be eager to participate this time of year, if only to decorate their town in a banner arranged with intestines spelling “Happy Valentine’s Day” and real hearts from whatever poor soul happened to run into them stolen from right behind their rib cages to be hung on the occasional street lamp.
You weren’t quite sure how they got to twist them up so flawlessly without tears or rupture. It could be chalked up to decades of practice. Even while in the war when you had developed a strong stomach, did you think a person would be so…creative with what they had to work with.
The one Valentine’s day you treasured in your heart that was still very much in your own body was when you were alive, serving your days as an Auto Memories Doll. Writing for others who could not do it for themselves. A job you took almost mechanically yourself until you learned to live and love up to your timely death. You had written love letters for lovers, the elderly sending thoughts to those who passed, inspiration to poets and fellow writers who in turn gave it back as well. This day of affection and cherishment seemed to never fail you to bring you to a nostalgic feeling even after decades in hell.
Currently you were in the library in the Hazbin Hotel with your dear friends and your typewriter; a gift from Sir Pentious before his erupted departure of his supposed death. If you could call that now. With the events of the past weeks or months–you’ve lost track with the whirlwind of events–redemption confirmed, the rise and fall of The Vees, Lucifer’s capture as well as Alastor and whatever schemes he may have had. Lot’s of things have happened but one thing you hadn’t expected was an angel at your doorstep. More specifically your feet thrown right in front of you from a portal.
You silently peered down at the blonde angel, Abel, if you remembered correctly. A sweet guy who made his rounds greeting everyone at the hotel enthusiastically, after the battle against the Vees of course, and for reasons unknown to you, armed to the teeth with gift baskets to anyone he meant and taffy candy in the other.
He had been tagging along with Emily, another angel but a seraphim to be exact who had adamantlyfought for redemption alongside Charlie and Sir Pentious guide in heaven. They had been a more steadily frequent company around the establishment. Emily kept up with the progress of the hotel in person, catching up with the new friends she made down here and delivering letters and messages that the first redeemed soul could not deliver himself. She even had a special hat she wore when delivering those, naming it something that was beyond your recollection besides a pun.
Abel, although, only came around if Emily went. Perhaps the nerves of being with the condemned. Someone of angelic background and the son of Adam who was ridden with anxiety as him most likely felt comfortable with a friend around in such a harrowing place. Not that he didn’t seem to not form any relations here. As anxious as he appeared, he seemed to be a very open and relaxed individual. While younger than the blonde, your limited knowledge was overshadowed by his own. Not that you had minded. Different circumstances and such tended souls to prioritize differently. To each their own. It was kind, should something allude you, he had an answer or be ready to seek on your behalf. Kind indeed he was
The same two celestial beings were at the moment shoving each other. Emily opening a portal in hell with too much ease for someone of her rank to be doing. You suppose there was no real harm (many would argue against this statement as there was in fact multiple dangers in the hotel ranging from the actual King of Hell who was more-so a figurehead if you thought too hard about it, the radio demon with no known strings tied to him and even Nifty’s ever-growing army of roaches).
“Emmy please, it was just a suggestion! A thought really–a really, really, dumb thought–let’s just go back and we can watch another rom-com together with the gang,”
Having made a portal, the sight of them wrestling to the floor was a comical one that made you watch on in curiosity. Limbs tangled in the push that made them cross realms and a variety of classic gifts. A blue soft bear with a top hat, a bouquet of flowers that was quickly being demolished under the struggle and a chocolate box in the shape of a heart. Anything else was tossed by a heaving Abel, face deeply red. Whether it was from Emily tackling and seizing the man in…whatever this was or some embarrassment, it was unclear to your eyes.
“Nonsense! It’s the perfect time. All we have to do is find them! Oh, this is so exciting-”, the high angel chirped with an odd determination in her eyes.
A simple cough from you had them swerving their heads. Abel’s face bloomed a red that only tinted darker. Emily’s eyes only glowed as she squealed. Unable to pinpoint what was the cause of this unexpected surprise visit or the ever growing grin on her face as she pulled her friend from the floor. It was akin to watching a dying man seeing his own death before he’s directly shoved in front of you as the seraphim has nothing to offer but a squeal before she scooped up the remaining bundle of holiday assortment into his arms and pushed her friend right in front of you.
A clear grin on her face, the pupils of her eyes dilating alarmingly if you weren’t already used to such behavior from Charlie. Really, they could declare each other as sisters and no one would argue. Her words only inspire more confusion but as you look back at the angel and the palpable stress practically seeping from his pores and the hint hue adorned on Abel’s face is clear, a new wave of understanding hits you.
“Okay bye-bye, see you later. Have fun!” With a mad cackle, she makes a dash for her portal and closes it before he has the idea to flee back as well.
“...”
“...”
There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, before a nervous smile cracks on his face and offers up a single flower from the crushed bouquet to you, a humble teddy bear and a box of chocolates.
“For you?” He offers sheepishly.
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Author's Note: It's been a while since I've posted! Sorry for the spelling mistakes, i made this last night. This is for a friend @forbidden-sunlight who I meant to write a Christmas fic for but time had slipped away from me and now we're already in February! Dedicating this fic and this quick doodles too I made to them. So Happy Valentine's day to all the lovers and fellow singles. This was pretty short but I hope you all enjoyed. I'm more of an artist so writing is a bit hard for me. Absolutely go read my friend's Hazbin Hotel Violet AU. It's a fun read!