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Follow up to my silly little Vees in Heaven AU that I might as well keep developing because people seem to like it lmao. This is my basic idea of how each of them individually would react to ending up in Heaven :)
Vox: Would probably behave like a normal person the longest because A; being in Heaven for an extended period of time could offer some Business Opportunites and B; he cares about his image so fucking much, and given that he was probably pretty well known while he was alive I don't think he'd want the people of Heaven knowing about all the evil business man shit like, at all. Though the monotony of Heaven would ABSOLUTELY drive him up the fucking walls. Nothing ever happens there. He can barely even network because Heaven doesn't have anything even RESEMBLING the overlord system down in Hell, there's no rank mobility for mortal souls. And that's assuming Sera even lets him DO anything because sinners ascending at all is a pretty fuckin new concept and she would at the very LEAST want to keep the news from spreading until she figures out what the fuck is going on. Either way it's not like he can do much because oh god what would PURPOSEFULLY going back to Hell do to his reputation!?!? He's stuck between a rock and a hard place and hating every second of it, but hey at least he can try to. Get some Heaven shit for Voxtech. And his head probably(?) isn't a TV anymore-
Velvette: Lasts for a couple months(or however long it takes her to get whatever information/materials she deems useful) before she starts causing problems on purpose. Think Respectless x100. It's even worse cause Sera has absolutely no experience dealing with this kinda shit. It's also terrible for Vel because nothing she's doing is getting her sent back down! As much as Sera wants to, she has to keep the "sinners ascending" thing contained until she figures out wtf is going on, which means no going back to Hell until Sera can discuss things with HER higher ups, which based off of how little Sera seems to know abt how Heaven works just. In general. Is probably nigh impossible. So Velvette's just stuck in Heaven, constantly attempting whatever she could possibly do to go back to Hell. Probably starts off small like just pissing Sera off on purpose every way she can, insulting people, etc because she also doesn't wanna do anything bad enough to get herself like. Executed or some shit. But as time presses on and shit just keeps Not Working she keeps upping the anti until she's wracked up several counts of arson and is being held in the closest thing Heaven has to a prison. Which she'll probably find ways to cause problems from there too Idk.
Valentino: He's in Heaven for like 5 seconds and then immediately just
Its like having Adam back only he's Worse and Does Not Want To Be Here.
Now I would like to note, all of this is very dependant on whatever plot points might be happening around them? Cause like I said in the original post there's def a lot of Heaven/Hell drama going on in the background that would definitely effect the plot of the AU, but I don't really know. What that is yet. Because it means doing more world building hcs then I am mentally equipped to make rn. So for now these are just what I think their ✨general reactions✨ would be + a stupid doodle of Val I did last night.
Also I need a name for this AU. My only real idea is Heavenly Vees? But that feels kinda basic idk. Maybe HeavenVee? Idk-
#may make a post abt how the remaining two would deal w/ the loss later idk#also maybe Ill write this fic someday. if I can decide who I want to kill and send to Heaven.#hazbin hotel#the vees#hazbin vox#hazbin velvette#hazbin valentino#poly vees#velvoxval#staticmoth#voxvel#staticdoll#velval#dollmoth#hazbin hotel au#heavenly vees#heavenvees au#Im gonna make a poll for this later...
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angel/winnerAU!hazbinhotel : the vees
vox :
probably be dressed in all white, similar to wedding tux
listen to radio and be obsessed with alastor ngl
tsundere through and through
not much has changed apart from his regular mood
its him, but happier and more innocent
still on the grind ™
vees + adam occasionally bursting in to show his angel porn collection with val
thinks adam is annoying as fuck
val :
besties with adam ngl
voyeurism >>
may or may not be enemies with molly
somehow he hasn't died twice
bad repuation
honestly he would just go back to hell
"fashion designer"
we all know where his loyalties lie
velvette :
has enough brains to cover up for val
under thin ice
coquette ?!
the reluctant mother of the group
patient with everyone apart from val and vox
actually kind to her employees WHAT
egregious amounts of outfit changes
whats new
#voxval#hazbin hotel vox#valentino#valentino hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin velvette#the vees#hazbin hotel vees#hazbin vees#winners#heavenly#headcannons#headcanon
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Event: The Lonely Cub in Hell
*In the depth of hell, a wailing cry echoes throughout the night of acid rain. You hear that very cry as you were going on about your business. Eventually, you find the source of the crying in an alleyway. You see what looks like a small baby bear. A cub with black and white fur. The fur on the left side was black with a red mark over its eye and the right side was white. It was crying loudly to the heavens, tears in its eyes, and looking beyond miserable. It was shivering, covered in mud and fleas, and seemed like it was starving. Upon a closer look, it looked like one of its legs was broken. By it's scent, it seems to be a new arrival in hell. He must've died recet What happened to this cub? A sad, lonely, hungry, cold, dirty, defenseless cub in the pits of hell.*
Sinner: "There it is!" *A few angry sinners arrive on the scene, glaring angryly at the crying bear cub. Th sinners surrounds the poor cub.* "Hey! Shut the fuck up, already! Some of us are trying to sleep!" *But the cub couldn't bring himself to stop. He tries, but it just erupts in more cries. The sinners are looking angrier and angrier by the second. What will you do?*
@sinistersmiles @fall-of-eden @xxcottoncandybitchxx @xxstaticontheradioxx @dojokento @respectless @cxndiesandstrxwberries @smiling-cervidae(2P) @bartender-husk @a-house-divided @tobys-multiverse-official @domini-inferni(Rosie, Zestial, Carmila, and/or the Vees.) @setting-morningstar @tainted-heavenly-heathenism @the-vampire-den @d4y-0f-judg3m3nt @forbidden-evearice
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ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ ᴠᴇxᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ - ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ
𝐀/𝐍: Whew! Ok, I'm taking a small break right now- I have one more request to do, and ofc as soon as I can I'll finish it, but I don't want to burn myself out or anything.
I'm just taking a quick writing rehab right now. Nonetheless, the banter was so fun to do, and I hope you all like it!
If I do write another chapter for the week, it'll probably be for What A Dish, What A Doll!
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The chill of February’s frosted breath graced the glass panes of the largest building in the Vee’s district, an imposing force that not-so-subtly hinted at how far their influence and power expanded across the Sinner’s Circle of Hell, as it stood right in the heart of the Pride Ring for all to flock to. No matter how depraved, sadistic, or perverted you were, the territory of the Vees surely had something in store for your insatiable appetite to feast upon.
And since the first twenty-four hours of the infamously romantic month, chaos had erupted within the offices of the Vees. Other than Halloween, it was the greatest vice of Vox’s hellish existence, filling his calendar to the brim with meetings, product improvement, managing holiday events and sales, and not to mention Velvet’s stupid “Love Potion” gimmick-
For Christ’s sake, the goddamn holiday started with a ‘V’! Their brand of perfection practically relied on that lovey-dovey nonsense.
For the past week, the only thing filling up Vox’s schedule and keeping him from you was showcasing shitty rom coms with horribly conceived plots, Velvet rushing around like a mini-hurricane and destroying everything in her wake for her latest fashion show, and Valentino?
Oh, don’t even get Vox fucking started.
And now, after all of that overwhelming bullshit that kept him from warming your bed for the past few days, Vox desperately wanted – no, needed to escape and spend quality time with his darling. With you.
He had the usual Valentine’s Day blueprint in mind: eat ice cream and binge-watch your favorite TV-shows, while you flustered the hell out of him with your affections and make hot chocolate, and then fall asleep in each other’s arms by the fire.
Mundane, cheesy shit like that was the highlight of his days after another exhausting workday keeping it all roped together and navigating Velvet and Valentino's nonsense.
Their facade was of modern sophistication, perfection at its very finest that was produced for only those who could afford it, and it was all piled into Vox’s lap to regulate the chaotic, unpredictable behavior of his fellow Overlords, and keep their volatile nature in check.
But the continuous hardship that came with his stressful job would fade with the wintry wind as soon as he stepped off the elevator and into your shared penthouse, and like a patch of sunlight to snow, you’d melt away all his worries with a smile and a rub of his head as you took care of him for the night.
Almost there...
The television demon groaned as he crossed the threshold over to your apartments, seeing no need to keep up his perfectly aligned posture.
And, like a mercy served by Gods, Vox was met with the heavenly sight of you standing in your fluffy, midnight blue bathrobe that you’d received on your birthday, courtesy of Val. Vox would’ve personally burned it to high hell, but you adored the design, and he couldn’t resist you when you pleaded with him.
“Vox...” crossing your arms at the doorway, his light, his spark, his reason to maintain everything about his own reputation stood with a stern furrow in your brow as you strode over to him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been overworking yourself again, love,” you grumbled as you took off his bowtie and removed his coat, and you smoothed out the front of his striped vest as Vox stumbled for an answer.
“I-” *sigh* “I’m not pushing myself that much. You know how the job is, especially around this time,” seeing your face fall and your lips tighten into a straight line, Vox took your hand, squeezing it within his gloved palms as his sharp teeth pulled into a small half-smile.
“But coming home to you makes it all worth it,” a tender hand dancing with waves of tingling sparks cupped your cheek, and with a heavy sigh, you looked to him with concern and affection swirling within your tender gaze.
“Yeah, yeah. All I’m saying is those two bumbling excuses of Overlords should at least give you a couple of days off,” you scowled softly, but your frown melted into a flustered pout as Vox kissed it away, and a soft buzz of electricity lingered against your lips.
“Now, now, enough of that, my dear. We still have the whole night to ourselves, don’t we?” You giggled, a long-awaited melody to his ears as Vox spun you around to press your back against his chest. How beautifully the sound replaced Velvet's usual grating, shrill voice that penetrated his ears. How agreeable you were, that you didn't fight him like Valentino, that you truly cared about him and his well-being.
Sometimes, you'd even force his workaholic ass to return to your apartment and get him ready for bed, practically hauling your grumbling, overworked hubby into bed, and forcing him to sleep in the next morning.
And it was the sappy, lovesick moments like these always reminded Vox that he'd never find anyone else like you.
All the more reason to keep you tightly within his grasp...
“Yeah, I guess, so. You dork,” you flicked the very center of your husband’s face, and he blinked a few times in surprise before chuckling and shaking his head.
“Oh, yeah? And what does that make you for loving me~?” Vox swayed against you gently, his inner fans suddenly warming himself up more than usual as he poorly attempted to conceal his light blush at having you so close.
Your laughter chimed through the air like the first sunbeams breaking through stormy gray clouds upon the aftermath of a thunderstorm.
“Well, I suppose that makes me your lover,” you simpered right back at him, turning your head slightly so you could stand on your tiptoes and kiss him.
It felt almost like a dream when you were in Vox’s arms like this. Simply existing with each other, standing above the Pride Ring as if you ruled the entire Sinner’s Circle. Untouchable, ambitious, and madly in love.
As if on cue, the sound of a gentle, reflective saxophone poured from the speakers installed within the penthouse as the lights dimmed, and you felt yourself drifting away as you swayed with your husband.
The soft buzz of electricity bounced against your figure as Vox stared down at you, his dead, automated heart pounding erratically as his hands slid from yours down to your waist, digging into the fabric of your robe with sharpened claws.
“Vox...?”
“Yes, my dear?”
With a deep breath, you lilted your voice as you spoke to him, in hopes that seeming more placating and docile could shake Vox’s stance upon his insistence to work himself to the bone. No more would you allow yourself to stand hopelessly to the side while you watched your husband work himself into such a distressed, sleep-deprived state.
“I’m putting my foot down. You’re not going back to that horrible place for the next week, at least.” Vox stiffened at your tone of finality.
“Excuse me?” He chuckled as if you were joking with him, but your resolute glare told him otherwise. “Check your phone.”
With a hesitant glance towards his pocket, Vox slowly pulled out his phone, only to find that, in fact, every work-related app had been temporarily blocked from the device.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked back at you and tapped your nose with a haughty smirk. “Nice try, but it’s going to take more than that for me to fall for your wiles, my dear,”
When you only grinned up at him with no hint of malice nor any trace of exasperation tugging at your usual, beautiful smile, his triumphant grin fell. “Why are you looking at me like that? What...”
A slow realization turned in Vox's mind as he recollected the last few days, when you were poking and prodding at him and his programming for “no apparent reason,” and he wrote it off as curiosity born from your boredom while being locked up at the penthouse apartment.
But by fuck, he was really regretting indulging you right now, for once.
With a surge of panic, Vox immediately blue-screened, as he mentally checked for any of his work-related tabs and files, only to find them completely, and suspiciously empty.
No notes. No texts. No documents.
Nothing.
You... You fucking hacked into his mainframe!?
His interface returned to normal to find you slumped against him, only perking up when you saw your husband had returned from his frenzied search of the crime that had been committed; the heinous act of keeping Vox from working.
And here the culprit was standing, swooning and relaxing in his hold, nuzzling against him as if she wasn’t to blame for his entire workspace vanishing off the face of the Earth for the next seven days.
“Well...?”
“...How long have you been planning this?” Vox was absolutely aghast. He knew you could be impulsive, perhaps even irrational, compared to your cool, collected husband, but this was...
You grinned triumphantly as you tapped his nose right back.
“I just thought you could use a few days off, spending some time in your wife's company for Valentine's Day~..."
“But when did you- No, how the hell-?”
“It seems that you’ve fallen victim to my wiles yet again,”
“Oho, you sneaky little-!” Vox practically tackled you into a hug as he discharged a small bout of electricity, tickling you with an electrifying warmth, just by holding you against him.
“C’mon, I’ve got another surprise for you,” with a soft giggle and a gentle tug of his antenna, you pulled Vox from the floor as his free hand shot up to his hat with a small, bashful frown.
“I told you to stop that!” He outwardly groaned, but you could hear the flustered electrical buzz that Vox emitted whenever you did something to him that he really liked.
“You know I don’t like it,” he muttered, but as always, you saw right through him.
“And we both know that’s one of the biggest lies you’ve ever told me,” you grinned back at him cheekily as you pulled him into the living area, where you had spent most of your afternoon setting up when Vox was occupied with his work.
In the living room, you had set up a small, cozy gaming area. It then hit Vox just how long you had been setting this up, waiting for him to drop his guard and into your scheming hands.
That little criminal...
Two controllers, one for you, and one for Vox, sat upon a pile of fluffy blankets. A few pillows draped in silk cloth surrounded the area on the couch, and before it upon the coffee table, there sat a freshly made bowl of popcorn, and various other chocolate candies and snacks.
“Hm... Seems like someone’s been itching for a rematch.” A challenge glinted in his sensors, and you leaned into him with an equally blazing ire.
"You wanna bet...?"
. . .
“GODDAMN FUCKING BLUE SHELL! I’LL DESTROY YOU, YOU SPIKED SON OF A BITCH!”
“HA-HA! GUESS WHO’S IN THE LEAD, NOW!?”
Your fingers pressed the controller furiously as the TV blared in front of you, and as you crossed the finish line, you let out a whoop of victory, nearly falling out of Vox’s lap in your bout of triumph.
“Yes!” “No!! Fuck!”
You and Vox shouted simultaneously, making you burst into a fit of triumphant laughter as he groaned and slumped defeatedly behind you.
“Are you serious!? That’s the fifth time in a row!” Vox nearly crushed his controller in his vice grip as he threw a slew of curses at the TV.
The two of you had been playing Mario Kart for the past hour, blissfully unaware of how your gaming match had whisked the both of you into a heated competition of bumper cars and tallying points for each round someone won, and the winner would be picking the movie you watched.
You stuck your tongue out at him with a victorious beam. “It seems the Nintendo wants us to watch the Kissing Booth tonight,” you giggled madly when Vox’s face scrunched up in disgust.
“Yeah, babe, there is no way I’m watching that.”
“Aw, come on, I won fair and square!" you leaned into your husband, who sighed with exasperation but softened at the sight of your pout.
“Please...? I promise we’ll watch whatever you want tomorrow!”
“It’s my first day off the job, and you want to watch the goddamn Kissing Booth!?”
"Pretty please, Sparks?" Vox’s aura buzzed softly at the nickname, and he narrowed his eyes down at you as you begged him with your puppy eyes.
“Playing dirty, huh? Fine. Let’s watch your dumbass movie,” Vox pouted with crossed arms as he slumped into the couch in defeat and his antenna buzzed softly in annoyance. It sparked abruptly when you clapped excitedly and pulled him by his collar to lay a tender kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you! I promise, you’ll love it,” you grinned mischievously and grabbed the remote.
Vox, in fact, did not love it. In fact, it was so bad that you both started watching it ironically and threw jabs at it occasionally.
“So, who do you think she should pick? Her psycho-controlling best friend, or the pretty boy with anger issues~,” You leaned your head against his shoulder as you shoveled a handful of popcorn into your mouth, your eyes glued to the screen.
Vox sighed and rubbed his forehead, equally as invested as you were despite your shared frustration with the film.
“Honestly? She should dump both of them and run for the goddamn hills.”
You snorted. “Yeah? Well, I would’ve chosen her boyfriend. He gets better over the next couple of movies.” Vox raised an eyebrow at you. “Seriously?”
Popping a few M&Ms into your mouth, you nodded at him. “Yeah, I’m serious! He gets some serious character development,” you mutter sarcastically, before licking your lips with a shit-eating grin. “He seems really cold and angry on the outside, but he’s not so bad once you get to know him.”
Nudging his shoulder, you glance not-so-subtly up at him, and Vox took the hint, tickling your sides softly with a smirk.
“And I’m a dork?”
“Yeah, and you’re a contagious one, too!” Your hands grabbed at his arms as he crushed you into a hug, pulling you even closer as he rested his head upon yours.
“Well, then I guess that makes two of us, doesn’t it my dear~?”
“No! Stop! Please, I can't breathe!” You attempted to flail around dramatically, but within Vox's vice grip, that was next to impossible.
“Ah-ah-ah! I’m afraid you’re trapped within my wiles, darling!”
“Curse you! How dare you use my own spells against me!” You giggled as he continued his bombardment of tickles and small, feathered kissing against your nape and the small back of your neck.
Soon, your laughter died down and you both fell silent as you finished the rest of the movie.
While you slowly began to drift off into sleep in Vox's arms, spent from the day of preparing your apartment for your husband's arrival, he looked down at you with a tender half-smile.
I can't believe someone like you would even look at someone like me...
"Hey, babe-?" He whispered out into the dark, before huffing out a chuckle when he realized you were still asleep.
With a soft smile, and a tender patter of his heart, Vox scooped you up and whisked you away to your bedroom, where he silently dresses you up in a pair of pajamas, and tucked you into bed.
Ever so gently, Vox laid a few of the blankets over your form, dragging them and the silk pillows back from the couch to make his little sleeping beauty ever the more comfortable.
He looked upon you as you dozed the minutes away, blissfully oblivious to the war that raged inside of him.
While Vox was impressed that you had managed to somehow hack into his mainframe and alter his actual mental programming, it really would take more than basic understanding – plus, you pulled it off unguarded. Now, of course, this spawned a new problem for him, but he’d deal with it in due time. Besides, it’d give him a proper excuse to slack off a little bit, with you.
God, what was he thinking? The old Vox would’ve seen such a desire to goof around with some girl while the other two Vees went around wreaking havoc and partaking in whatever idiocy without Vox to keep them in check.
But you weren’t just ‘some girl’ to him.
And frankly, those two clowns could go fuck themselves.
A part of Vox wanted to remain in your bed, for your sake, but there was work to be done, and Velvet no doubt was positively livid at the fact that he wasn’t answering any of her calls.
So, with a newfound confidence in his advances, your husband bent over you, softly pinching your chin within his finely sharpened claws, and laying a few tender kisses trailing from your lips down to your nape.
I wish I could do this to you when you’re awake... But that smile, fuck, I can’t even form sentences without fumbling when you look at me like all you want is to give me the world.
You groaned and turned over within the sheets, scooching towards him with a soft furrow in your brow.
Vox kissed it away, before reluctantly pulling away from your side, standing at the door with a small, yearning smile.
“Til morning, my dear.”
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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Happy Valentine's Day from our favorite crazy-ass TV demon!
I'm sorry I didn't get to post this yesterday, but I was feeling so unmotivated by the end of it, and I decided to rewrite most of this fluff fic, just to give you all a quality post.
I don't half-ass things, especially when it comes to writing, that's just why my fics take a while to post.
Anyways, thank you so much for reading, and comments are always appreciated!
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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @hazzbindarlingg, @darkangel582, @starsformydarlingmazel, @chitter-chatter, @matrixbearer2024
#vox x reader#vox x you#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#valentine's day fluff#this man is a workaholic confirmed#yourdoorisunlocked#banner by cafekitsune#divider by cafekitsune
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A/N: The final part! This was definitely a ride. I hope you all enjoy! Who knows...Maybe I'll write an epilogue <3
Word count: 3k (3,038)
Warnings: violence, reader goes kinda crazy for a little bit, nifty behavior
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5
Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] FINALE
“Alastor!”
The voice was all too familiar. Vox opened his eyes to see your silhouette in the dust and smoke. Your hands were stretched out to your side, blocking any attack from landing on him. He didn’t want to believe it but you were really there. In front of him. He was speechless.
“Alastor stand down!” You screamed. “He’s had enough. He won’t be another voice in your broadcast. I cannot allow it.”
Alastor shrunk down to his regular form, disappointed but compliant. His ears lay flat on his head showing his discontent but it quickly faded away as soon as he saw your wings weren’t lifted. They were dragging behind you. “Y/N, my dear, your wings…” Worry laced his voice, something nobody had ever expected.
“I’m fine. I need to tend to everyone else. But first-” You turned your body to face Vox, “I need to deal with the Vees.” You looked him in the eye and Vox broke at the sight of seeing you in that state in front of him. Only four of your wings were up while two were down, golden blood covering them. Your eyes were puffy and filled with tears but you didn’t look sad. He opened his mouth to speak but the pain caught up to him. He coughed out blood and clutched the crack across his screen before powering down.
You caught him before he hit the floor and carried him in your arms. “Bring them all inside. Lucifer, we’ll fix the damages as soon as I deal with this bullshit.” He simply nodded and made the two Vees float on in while you carried Vox inside. You were gentle when you set Vox down on the couch while Lucifer dropped the other two, making them exclaim out in pain.
“Did you have to drop me on my face?” Valentino complained. Lucifer shrugged and gave him a smug look, “Whoops!” He laughed, making Valentino growl.
“Watch it, moth.” You hissed. You stood up tall and loomed over them, your wings fully spread out with the exception of two. Your heavenly glow made them squint in response. Maybe it was the adrenaline but you felt no pain. “I must applaud the audacity the two of you had.” You knelt down and grabbed their faces harshly. “To no avail, of course. But the attempt was there, though not something to take pride in.” You pushed their faces away in disgust, wiping your hands off as if they were the filthiest things you’ve ever touched. You began to pace around them with your hands behind your back. “Tell me, demons. Do you value your lives now? Do you value your power? Your status? Your money?” You asked. They didn’t respond.
Your hair and wings were covered with eyes as you flared up at them, “I asked a question.” You stabbed each of their legs with two angelic daggers, “Please. Do answer.”
“Yes.” They said in unison, breathing unevenly due to the pain.
The hotel staff felt fear watching you lose composure. It was a rare sight and nobody dared to speak up. Besides Lucifer. “Yeah you tell ‘em, bitch!” He cheered you on, making Charlie face palm at the comment.
“I suspected so.” You smiled sweetly at them, the same smile you give every sinner you’ve met. But this smile was a facade for you felt pure unbridled rage at the fact that they thought they could bring this tower down with meager attempts. You pulled the daggers out, making them scream.
“How about we make a deal?” You offered, hand held out knowing they wouldn’t even be able to shake it.
“What do you want?” Velvette asked, voice shaking.
“Nothing much. I just want you both to never fuck with us again and never even think about doing so. And…” You trailed off.
“And?” Valentino’s voice was shaky too. Angel Dust found pleasure at the sight, sneaking in a photo.
“And your souls, of course!” You happily exclaimed, folding your hands together. Their eyes widened before glaring at you.
“And what if we say no?” Velvette contested.
“Well…That certainly is an option. Of course, you can say no.��� You hummed, pacing around them once again. “But know that once you do…The power, the status, the money, your businesses…Well. They will simply no longer exist!” You smiled.
“Wh-what?” Valentino’s voice was small. He was terrified.
“You fucking bitch you can’t do that!” Velvette screamed and tried to jump at you. You flicked her away effortlessly with your wing, sending her back down with Valentino.
“Ah but I can, my sweet sinner!” You smiled at her, “The King of Hell can make that entire building disappear with a snap of a finger! Isn’t that right, Luci?”
Lucifer nodded and stood with pride, his hands on his hips, “Sure can! Effortless too.” He grinned.
“And without this deal in place, Alastor will be free to do whatever his morbid little heart desires with you two!” You spin around happily, “Why, that would make a fantastic broadcast, don’t you think so, Alastor?”
“It would be one of my best ones!” He grinned, his aura darkening.
“Fine! Fine.” Velvette gave up, “We’ll make the fucking deal.”
“Wonderful choice!” You clapped, “Nifty, dear! Come here please.”
Nifty came running to your side, laughing maniacally.
“Oh fuck why is she here?” Valentino tried his best to squirm away from the little demon child, fearing his life.
“Because! You’ll be giving her your souls.” You gave them an innocent look.
“WHAT?” Everyone, with the exclusion of Lucifer, Alastor and Nifty, screamed in unison.
“Who would own you better than this one here? She hardly cares for such things and I do believe that it would be such a wonderful gift for her. She’s done so much for the hotel and I think I should award her with something more…hellish!” You placed your hands on Nifty’s shoulder, “Do you want to own your own souls, Nifty?”
She nodded excitedly, “Ready!” She cackled. “I want my own souls.”
Velvette and Valentino were sweating in fear, a little bit terrified of the tiny one-eyed demon. “Ah but of course, if you try to do anything to her. Well…Let’s just say you’ll get what you give!” You pushed Nifty closer. With a snap of your fingers a written contract appeared in front of the two Vees and they were allowed to hold the pen that came with it.
“Sign right there on the line stating that your soul is now ours combined. There’s quite a couple of fine prints in there though I don’t think you’d need to read it considering you will never harm this hotel, its staff and whoever they’re involved with ever again.”
Velvette and Valentino signed their souls away, their scleras turning black. Lucifer released them from their binds and you shook their hands. “Wonderful doing business with you two!” Your smile quickly dropped to a glare. You wiped your hands as soon as you let go of them. “Now go home.”
Velvette and Valentino wasted no time leaving the hotel, almost tripping over the mess they created on their way out. For a moment, it was silent. Alastor stood by, impressed at your devilish behavior. Angel Dust was relishing in the fact that you kicked Valentino’s ass, showing off the photo he took to Husk. Nifty just went straight to sweeping. Charlie and Vaggie ran to you, giving you a tight but careful hug.
“Y/N…I thought we lost you.” Charlie sobbed. You hugged the two back, your healthy wings wrapping around them.
“It’s going to take a lot more than that to get rid of me. I wouldn’t have made it out okay without you guys.” You smiled. You pulled away and wiped the tears in Charlie’s eyes, “It’s okay, Charlie. I’ll be fine.”
Lucifer claps his hands together, “So…” He smiles, “Should we get to fixing or…”
You laughed at him, “Yes. I’ll catch up with everyone. I have one more person to deal with.” You looked at Vox, your heart heavy. His screen was off, sparks still flying out of his screen. “Before you all leave though, do we still have Sir Pentious’ tools and manuals?”
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Vox powered back up. He winced as his body still remembered the pain from the earlier fight. He looked around the unfamiliar room on an unfamiliar bed. He sat up slowly and as he did, he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. His screen was fixed, not up to his standards, but he didn’t have the crack across his screen anymore. His screen was completely replaced. His ears finally caught on to the sounds of construction outside.
You opened the door to your room with some books on how to fix screens. Upon seeing Vox awake, you dropped them and ran to his side. “Vox! You’re awake. How’s your screen? Does it feel okay? Despite my lack of knowledge on fixing technology, I did my absolute best to fix the crack. The wiring-”
Vox cut your rumbling off by pulling you into a tight hug. He held you with fear that he might never get this chance again. He was afraid that if he let go, that’ll be the last he’ll ever see of you. It wasn’t until he felt you hug him back that he relaxed and sobbed into your shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Was all he could muster in between his cries.
You let him ride his emotions out, not letting go until he calmed down and stopped glitching. When he did you pulled away from him. “Vox…”
“I know! I lied. I lied about a lot and…And I let my pride stop me from coming sooner.” He started, “Even if you don’t believe me, please give me a second chance and your trust when I say that I am so fucking sorry. You opened my eyes a lot and I’m sorry.” He looked down with shame, unable to look you in the eye.
“Vox. I know. I get it.” You sat on the bed next to him, “I’ll admit that it pained me when I found out you lied about Alastor. I was shattered. I was stuck between choosing my dear friend and, well, you. If I’m being completely honest, trusting you again after that…that elaborate and evil plan is difficult.”
He sighed, guilt engulfing him.
“But, if there’s one thing I learned here that I didn’t in Heaven is that everybody deserves a second chance.” You said softly. He finally looked up at you. You weren’t looking at him but instead you looked at the group picture that everyone took together when you first arrived. “I’m going to need an explanation, a detailed one and then…” You turned to face him, “And then we’ll make that deal.”
He looked at you dumbfounded. He didn’t understand why you’d give him another chance let alone reconsider the thing that started this all to begin with. “Y/N, I don’t care for that deal anymore. I want to make it up to you. For everything.”
“Let’s change that first one then.” You phased in the original contract you two had created when you first met and ripped the unsigned contract in half. “Promise me you won’t ever lie to me again and in return, I shall do the same.” You held out your hand to which he gladly shook.
“You have my word.” The deal was sealed as he shook your glowing hand. “Now…Let’s start from the beginning.”
It took a while for him to cover everything from the initial plan to how it ended up like this. He covered the first half quickly but slowed down at a certain point.
“And then when we came back from the hotel and you stayed in my building with me…” He trailed off. “Well I…”
You tilted your head to the side, “You…?”
“I came to the realization that I truly fell in love with you.” He confessed. Your face flushed in response.
“Me?” You gasped out, “No. You couldn’t have.” You awkwardly laughed, “What is there to love about me?”
“Look at your friends, Y/N! They truly admire you and trust you. You’re a being worthy of trust and love. You protected this hotel and left your home behind for sinners.” He began, “Your heart is a blessing. You’ve saved them outside of battle. You became their deal breaker, freeing them from their chains. Even when you’re hurt, you always do the right thing. You’re forgiving. Your beauty goes past your brain and your looks. Your entirety, your soul. It’s all beautiful. And anyone that can’t be changed by that is fucking stupid.”
You blush at his flattery, your heart pounding out of your chest. But he didn’t stop.
“And me? I didn’t fall in love with you for your power or for how pretty you look. Even if it did kickstart this whole thing,” He laughed, “You’re kind. You find joy in everything even in the worst places. You’re strong and resilient and your heart is in the right place. The look in your eyes when you saved me, it…it broke me in a way that I’ve never felt. I don’t want you to ever feel that pain again. And I don’t want somebody to try and pull the same shit I did to you. Allow me by your side, forever and always.” He held your hand, giving you a soft kiss on your knuckles, “And let me be yours as I want you to be mine. No bullshit attached.”
“Vox…” You smiled sweetly, tears in your eyes. “You speak such nonsense at times.” You laughed.
“It’s true, angel. I don’t know if it’s some magic of yours but, I’ll leave it all behind. You are my pride.”
“Vox. I adore you. I do. I fell in love with you with your acts of service, your gift giving. You truly spoiled me. As much as I absolutely want to kiss you right now, words are nothing but words. Actions are what truly matters.” You responded.
“I’ll do anything Y/N! I’ll lea-Did you just say you’d kiss me right now?” He paused, his screen warming up.
“Yes! I absolutely do. But you just…You hurt me Vox. You absolutely shattered me.” You got up and flared your wings at him. At that moment, he saw your injured wings. They were wrapped up with sticks holding them in one position to heal. “I thought you were going to die from all of that. And to think!” You started to cry in front of him, “To think my last thought of you would have been betrayal! Do you understand how badly that hurt me? You could have died and I would have been left wondering if you truly meant everything. If you truly did love me! And when I couldn’t reach you with this watch, I thought you were dead!” You were hysterical.
Vox got up, ignoring his pain and cupped your face in his hands. “I can’t tell you how much I want to stab myself right now seeing you cry over me.” He wiped your tears away and you’ve never seen such sadness in his eyes before.
You kissed Vox in the heat of the moment, your arms wrapping around him. He shut his eyes and kissed you back and for once it wasn’t filled with lust. He felt different. He felt love. Your crying ceased and you just held him close, not wanting to part with him.
“Help me trust you again. And then you’ll be mine as I’ll be yours, forever and always.” You smiled, wiping the remnants of your tears from the corners of your eyes away, “But can you please tell me how to properly fix you. I fear that my lack of skill with wiring affected you.”
He laughed and hugged you. “Is that really something you’re worried about right now?”
“Yes! I don’t know how much my heart can take if you catch on fire! And lay back down! You’re in no condition to be up at this moment.” You forced him back down, basically tucking him in. You held his hand in yours, this time you gave him a kiss on his knuckles.
Charlie came in to check in on you two and excitedly gasped at the sight of you two making up. She hugged you two a bit too tightly, making Vox groan in pain. “Oops! Sorry! I’m just so glad you two made up!” She exclaimed.
“Oh…Vox I may have forgotten one thing…” You trail off.
“What?”
“Well! Since the two other Vees kinda maybe sort of ruined our new building a little bit, I proposed to Y/N that you stay here at the hotel to make up for it!” She grinned.
Vox blinked and stared at her, and then to you, and back at her. “With…Alastor?”
As if on cue, Alastor teleported next to Vox on the bed. “Yes!” He grinned, a bit too menacingly for the situation. He screamed in response and almost fell off the bed. Alastor played a laugh track as soon as he heard the thump on the floor.
“Alastor!” You said with a scolding tone.
“Ah don’t fret, Y/N! I’m just having a little bit of fun!” He flipped on his stomach and started to kick his legs in the air, “I do just revel in watching others suffer! Haha!”
“Even if you’re not trying to get into Heaven, I think having you here will be a good start to becoming a better person!” Charlie smiled, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”
Vox sighs, “Alright alright, I guess I’ll give this shit a shot for real this time.” He got up and rubbed the spot he landed on, “But seriously do not put me next to Alastor!”
You took his hand in yours, “You need not worry about that, Vox. You’ll be staying with me.” You smiled. “Oh and I own Val and Velvette’s souls now.” Vox didn’t know whether he should be shocked about staying in your room or the fact that his overlord friends lost so badly that they no longer own their own souls.
“...What.”
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 5/?
PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22
Shirtless Luci omo
Leviathan in my head is the green and gray guy from that one picture Luci has in his workshop. The one that looks kinda like an inverted him.
I wanna say that Zestial's dialogue was put thru chatgpt cos English is not even my first language, ain't no way in hell I'm doin that manually kalsjdlka
This took me too long to write. I miss writing Belphegor's dialogues.
Likes, Reblogs, And especially Comments are soooooo appreciated <3 <3
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Lucifer's show and tell earned him looks varying from worry to disgust.
Lucifer: This is done by something ancient, as old as God himself. It was the reason for the First Heavenly War.
Asmodeus: Wait, Lucifer. Are you telling me this is Roo?!
Mammon: Bloody hell, didn't we seal that bitch for good?
Leviathan: Luci, are you sure?
Lucifer merely looks back to Belphegor.
Belphegor: Very. Although we casted a very powerful seal, her energy sometimes leaks out. Nothing major.
Beelzebub: What makes this different?
Belphegor: I.. do not have an answer to that as of now. We can attempt to cast a seal again but the power of the Sins will not be enough. We need every bit of high power Hell has.
Lucifer: I wouldn't have called you all here otherwise.
Zestial raises their hand to interject.
Zestial: Prithee, pardon, my liege. But who be this Roo thou dost mention?
Lucifer: The Root of All Evil. Don't know how it came to be in the first place. In the war, it got weakened enough for God to banish it to a dark pit that is now Hell. But after I gave humanity the fruit of knowledge... it regained power. The Sins and I barely managed to weaken it again to seal it below Sloth. We were incapacitated for a long time.
He catches his daughter's eyes.
Lucifer: It took each of us close to a century to recover.
Carmila: If I may, your majesty- us overlords cannot afford to lose our power- especially for as long as you said.
Zestial: Carmila speaketh true. Thou art the loftiest powers of hell, sin incarnate. And his majesty hath the blood of angels. If it hath drained thee so deeply, envision its effect upon a mere mortal soul.
A certain TV overlord let out indignant laugh.
Vox: Are you serious? You think we'll let ourselves lose power for this shit show?
Paimon: You would think before you badmouth your king, sinner!
Lucifer moves to sit on the table, propping up a leg to rest his elbow on. He didn't bother to button his shirt back on- these demons can use the reminder.
Lucifer: You can do whatever you want. I gave you free will, didn't I?But, do remember- death reaps from the bottom first. You are free to go as you please.
The Vees stand up first, muttering curses under their breaths.
Valentino: Ugh! I knew we shouldn't have come. A waste of fuckin-
The moth overlord was cut off by his own screams the moment he passed through the door.
At the same time, Angel Dust doubled over, hand clutching his throat as he coughed violently.
Husk and the others went closer in concern, willing Angel to breath slow while also asking him what's wrong.
Valentino stops screaming as he is held by Vox and Velvette. The Goetia's look on in curiosity while the other sinners all stood up in surprise.
Angel, still holding his throat, gasps.
Angel: No way.
Husk: Angel?? Are you okay?!
Angel let out a single chuckle that slowly turned into maniacal laughter.
Husk: Kid, you're scarin' me.
Angel: I'm free.
Husk: What?
Angel: I'm fuckin' free!
Angel continues to laugh some more while the sinner put two and two together.
Valentino: What the fuck did you do?!
The overlord shouted a the king.
Lucifer: Oh right! So that's what I forgot.
The Sins began to snicker behind their King as Valentino become even angrier. The rest of the overlords who were planning to leave as well are now rooted in place.
Velvette: You can't just do that! You said we could leave! The fuck happened to free will?!
Lucifer: And why not? You all can leave and not help. I won't stop you. But I am gonna be taking all the soul contracts you have. A small price to pay for staying in the safety of your own home while we risk our lives, no?
The lights of the hotel began to flicker as the aura around Lucifer and the Sins darken, 7 pairs of glowing menacing eyes and smiles show.
The entire room freezes, petrified at the horrifying image they are seeing in front of them.
Lucifer: Or did you forget?
The Devil grins.
Lucifer: You're in my house, bitch.
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Might not update over the weekend. Most likely Monday again!
What to look forward for in Part 5:
Satan: Even with all of us, you know it won't be enough. Unless.. Can you even find her?
Lucifer: I don't know.
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Head canon/Theory Part 10:
The rise of the Vee's
We all know that Vee's are, in short, cowards and hypocrites, who, as you would expect from a demon...do things by trickery.
They aren't the type to get their hands dirty and risk their necks. They wanted war so that those Overlods with greater resources, like Carmilla and Rosie, would lose their "capital" in battle.
Why? Again, the Vee's don't have many "assets":
Vox has his technology but it doesn't work in battle.
Velvette has social media and, if, Harley Quinn-type guns.
Valentino has...porn actors? Oh yeah, and some guns.
Now, what does the song say about this? (I only put the most important fragments)
[Vox]
After the battle, masterless cattle
By "cattle" he refers to the sinners of course, who in the absence of Extermination no longer fear, and know that they can defend themselves from any heavenly threat.
With proper guidance, they could do what the Vee's originally wanted, declare war on Heaven itself.
[Vox & Valentino]
Overlords hanging by a thread
By Overlords here it refers to: Carmilla, Rosie and Alastor, since they are the ones who were involved in the defense of Hazbin Hotel.
Rosie gave Charlie free rein to convince her people to fight, risking their lives and therefore her power.
Carmilla armed the cannibals to the teeth, and that means a lot of weapons that won't be recovered. Furthermore, in the absence of the Extermination, Carmilla won't be able to get her greatest raw material…Celestial steel.
Alastor, needless to say, ended up seriously injured by a celestial weapon and I doubt he'll be 100% after that.
[Vox]
Alastor's missing
[Vox & Valentino]
Fled with his tail between his legs
Nature abhors a power vacuum
That leaves room for you and me
The future of Hell belongs to the Vees
Now, if they want to rise to the top, they'll have to do something similar to what Mimzy claims Alastor did. Eliminate the most powerful Overlords...
But how if Alastor defeated Vox just by talking to him?
We all have weaknesses, humans, demons, angels. And what's more interesting than the weaknesses of these Overlords, be other Overlords (pardon the redundancy). And in Carmilla's case, her daughters.
Alastor/Rosie
I feel that Alastor, despite his mysteries and how defeated he was in battle, would do anything for someone he loved. Rosie is certainly someone he would go crazy for… I mean, if he blew Sir Pentious away for a piece of cloth, what would he do to someone who hurt Rosie?
Zestial/Carmilla
We don't know anything about Zestial so far, but he is certainly a character that strikes fear into the masses. What did he do in the past? After all, he is the oldest in hell.
Now, can you imagine the chaos he would cause if they threatened Carmilla or the girls? God, he would burn everything to protect them.
Carmilla/Odette & Clara
We've already seen much of Carmilla's abilities, and while she defends herself well, her daughters make her an easy target. It is enough for them to capture her daughters, for her to hand over everything she has worked for, even…her life.
Vee's enemies
Furthermore, we already saw that each Vee's has a "counterpart", an Overlord enemy...one they consider outdated.
Now, I know that many will say that Valentino's enemy is Angel, because he wants to kill him as soon as he "betrays" him. But following the rule of three, there should be an Overlord to unhinge him.
Zestial is a strong possibility, given that just as Valentino is a "Bug Demon", so to speak. Valentino is a moth and Zestial is a spider.
Now, the biggest conflict would be regarding their vision of people:
Zestial: He is an intelligent man who knows how to control his feelings. He is kind, understanding, and concerned with his loved ones. He doesn't like impulsivity or childishness. He's a gentleman, and he wouldn't tolerate Valentino's treatment of people at all. I mean…if he did to Carmilla what he did to Charlie, or Angel, he'd be dead.
Valentino: He is impulsive, machiavellian, cruel, carefree, interested…I can go on. He is the complete opposite of Zestial.
Rosie could be an option too, being elegant, refined, and quite helpful compared to Valentino. She has good manners and would correct Valentino all the time...Plus, she's friends with his boyfriend's enemy, what more does he want to hate her?
If the Vee's want power, they will attack here…
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Hi Vee! 🤗 I hope you had a wonderful few days! I'm back with more meta questions 🤭 I hope that's okay, if not, just ignore me pls 😅 I've seen some people say Aziraphale isn't empathetic, some say Crowley isn't empathetic, but I think both of them have a LOT of empathy. They just show it very differently, and I think the perfect example is the Edinburgh minisode. Azi is caught in his Heavenly indoctrination a lot of times, like when he thinks body snatching is bad before actually thinking about it in a more complex matter instead of just black and white and as soon as ge does, he's suddenly all in favour of it and what made him change his mind is his empathy. With Crowley, he seems very cool and suave on the surface but he always acts and helps and protects, like with Elspeth; he didn't just save her from suic*de but he actively changed her situation as much as he could (he couldn't bring Wee Morag back for her because it wasn't in his power so he chose the next best thing he could change which was her poverty) to give her a reason to live, too. Or when he talks to Job and Sitis - you wrote an amazing meta about that already but I think the gist of it was that he sees the big picture which is that he needs to find the kids in order to save them and knows he will save them and that they'll all be fine. I think they both possess a great deal of empathy but express it in different ways which I think actually mirror their love languages: Crowley acts on his empathy, he does what he can to help people but isn't vocal about it, and Azi is vocal about it but he sometimes needs a nudge from Crowley to see the big, complex picture for that. Whats's your view on the matter? I'd love to hear your thoughts! 😁🤍
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Aziraphale (and Crowley) vs Empathy
Hey there! This was really interesting to think about!
So from my understanding (and if you're someone that has a better one, please feel free to chime in!), empathy is the ability to understand someone else's emotions, whether intellectually or by sympathetically feeling them yourself. But lacking empathy doesn't necessarily mean that you can't care about people, it just means that you don't exactly understand their emotions.
I'm saying this because after thinking about it, I actually don't think Aziraphale is very empathetic. Despite the fact that he does care a whole lot! Aziraphale is a protector, from Adam & Eve to Job's kids to that one nameless child Dalrymple couldn't save to Wee Morag, etc etc, we see him acting against what he Should be doing because he cares so damn much. But it seems to be because he has a strong moral code and believes that the alternative to acting is an injustice, more than he is putting himself in anyone's shoes and thinking about how they might be feeling. It's the difference between "I care that this sad thing is happening to you" and "I care because I can tell you are sad."
Like in the Edinburgh flashback, when he realizes what happened to the child, he's devastated because it's a tragedy that a child died, horrifically, and that all that's left of them on this earth can be contained in a bottle. His previous moral rule that digging up bodies is a sin because it's just wrong is overwritten because he's been shown an actual tangible consequence.
It would explain a lot about the number of times, especially in s2, when he either does not recognize how upset Crowley is, or if he does, he doesn't get why or take it seriously.
Saying things like "Still a demon?" or "I haven't seen you since, the flood?" without realizing why Crowley might find those upsetting and not friendly banter material.
While he doesn't seem to pick up on Crowley's bad mood in Uz, by Rome it seems like he has learned to at least see it, if not understand it. Regardless, he's still making a go at cheering Crowley up.
Aziraphale doesn't get why changing the Bentley is personally upsetting to Crowley, until Crowley connects it to something equally relevant for Aziraphale: Selling his books.
This also made something click for me wrt his scene with Maggie when she suddenly starts crying about striking out with Nina. He is completely at a loss as to why all these details are upsetting her, right up until she mentions being in love. He understands love, aww! But, crucially, his initial reaction is more "Oh, being in love is wonderful!" than "Oh, I see that must be hard for you." And he responds by wanting to solve her problem, he doesn't get that she's probably just looking for advice from an older queer to help her feel better about it, more than an actual solution.
The scene that kicks off the modern day where Maggie is upset about not being able to pay her rent. Aziraphale doesn't really engage with the fact that she's breaking down in front of him, he's doing whatever he can to placate her so he can just leave with his records.
Alright, let's get to the final fifteen because this would explain something that's always caught me. During Crowley's confession, Aziraphale looks SO confused as to why Crowley is getting upset. Aziraphale is coming at this from what he sees as a logical perspective, and Crowley is making an emotional plea. Aziraphale straight up does not understand how the two halves of this argument are connected.
When Crowley says he understands better than Aziraphale, it's like he's saying he has the intellectual high ground, and that's why Aziraphale decides they've reached an impasse.
Again, this isn't a knock on Aziraphale at all, it's just how he sees the world.
Meanwhile Crowley... I'm honestly not sure how to read Crowley on this.
He'll either project his own trauma onto other people or possibly recognize shades of it in their circumstances at the drop of a hat (the goats, the plants, lonely Muriel in heaven, the scene in S1 when he's hanging off his throne and goes from lamenting about how his fall was unfair right into to calling out God because testing the humans to destruction is unfair)
He is pretty good at knowing how people are going to react when he does his demonic mischief, although that might just be a logical extrapolation from experience.
On the other hand, he seems very confused when people go against his expectations (Jane Austen, Maggie and Nina not wanting help).
He seems to have a good handle on how Aziraphale feels in most situations, although Aziraphale's need to protect people is a huge blind spot he does not understand. So maybe that's just years and years of studying him and trying to understand. "Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing," after all.
While he understands Elspeth's circumstances, he's not exactly, comforting? to her? When Morag is like "tell me that's not what I think it is" he immediately throws her under the bus in favor of chaos ("8D oh it most certainly is"). And when Aziraphale melts the body, he doesn't even look at Elspeth who's freaking out, his eyes are entirely on Aziraphale.
What do other people think?
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I had this image of the Hazbin Hotel becoming the place mail can be delivered to and from people in Heaven.
It's Emily's idea, and Charlie can't think of why she didn't have the idea herself. There's some heavenly hemming and hawing about who'll take the letters and packages to Hell and back, since its so dangerous, until the archangel Gabriel throws their hands up like "I'll do it, jeepers creepers..."
No one, not even an overlord, is going to pick a fight with an archangel. So they end up knocking politely at the hotel's door, cheerfully announcing that they've got mail.
Bafflingly, everyone gets a letter. There are others for other people in Hell that aren't regulars, but Charlie insists in keeping them so that those demons can pick them up.
The weird thing is that they're all addressed to people's actual names. The first letter is addressed to "Anthony" and given to a stunned Angel with a grin and chipper "Your sister sends her love." Husk gets one from an old buddy of his that went clean before he died, and Gabriel says the guy said he didn't have to read it if he didn't want to. Husk rolls his eyes and grumbles but takes the letter. Unlike Angel, who tears his open immediately and reads it, he just sort of holds and fiddles with it.
Nifty gets a letter and a care package from her sister. Sir Pentious gets a large manilla envelope full of letters from old colleagues. Even Vaggie gets letters from her old comrades, some kinder than others.
The one that throws everyone is when Gabriel hands Alastor a letter. They don't say who it's from, and Alastor seems confused behind his eternal grin, but takes the letter with a cordial thank you.
Later, he will tell Charlie with an uncharacteristically forced level of casualness that it was from his mother. He only does so because she included a note for Charlie herself, a warmly maternal bit of praise for helping her little Al, who's a good boy deep down, she just knows it. Charlie can't tell if Alastor read the note or not, but he doesn't bring up either letter again and offers no further details.
The Heavenly Mail delivered by Gabriel themself becomes the reason the Hotel isn't touched by external forces in Hell. Because EVERYONE ends up getting something. Even the Overlords. Even the Vees. Suddenly, the Hotel is neutral territory. Sometimes people hang out. Sometimes they take Charlie up on a class or an arts and crafts night.
Sometimes they stay.
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Names that give Valyrian Vibes, Some I’ve made up. please someone use them.
Aedyn- English, Fiery, Little Fire
Aegarax- Valyrian god of all creatures that walk, run, swim or fly, creator of the first dragon
Aeisha- Aisha, Arabic, Alive and Well, Aye-E-Sha
Aelia- Ancient Roman, Sun
Aeliana- Latin, Sun
Aelicia- Spanish and German, Nobel
Aelita- Fictional, Starlight seen for the last time
Aella- Greek, means Whirlwind
Aelora- Elora, Greek, Sun Ray, My god is bright
Aelyx- South African, the Mountain of Strength
Aeolian- Latin or Greek, Of the wind, God of the winds, Lord of the winds, The Rapid, The Changeable, Quickly moving, Changeful, shifting, varied, of or Arising from the wind
Aeolus- Greek, Changeable, Varied
Aerian- of or belonging to the atmosphere or to the air, Aerial
Aeris- French, An earth full of flowers
Aerith- Earth, Flower, Flower-Like
Aerol- Greek, One who is of a Golden Heart
Aeruna- Aruna, Sanskrit and Hindu, Crystalline reddish-brown, Tawny, Dawn, Dawn Light or Rising Sun, Aye-rue-nuh
Aerwyna- English, Friend of the sea
Aeryn- Irish and Welsh, Daughter of Eire, Daughter of Ireland, Berry
Aesira- Arabic, Muslim, Islamic, Brave, Powerful, Fighter
Aether- Greek, Brightness, Bright upper sky
Aethel- Old English, Nobel
Aethra- Greek, The Upper pure air, the bright clear serene sky, the air heavens and sky, one of the Oceanids
Aetius- Latin and Greek, Eagle
Aetos- Greek, Eagle
Anaëlle- Hebrew, God answered
Andrea- Greek, Manly, Virile
Astraea- Greek and Latin, Star maiden, Starry night, Greek goddess of Justice, innocence, purity and precision
Aphaea- Goddess of fertility
Astraeus- Greek, Starry, Titan god of Dusk, stars, planets, the art of astronomy and astrology
Azaelea- Azalea, Greek, Dry, Flower
Azrael- Hebrew, Angel of God, Help from God, Helped by God, Help of God, Angel of Death
Braeden- Irish, Broad, Brave, Wise
Caelestis- Latin, Of the sky, heavenly
Caelius- Latin, Heaven
Caelum- Latin, Heaven, a constellation
Caelus- Roman, Latin, God of the Sky
Caesar- Greek, Head of hair, long hair
Celaeno- Greek, Black, also a Pleiad Nymph
Daedalus- Greek, Craftsman
Daegal- Anglo-Saxon, Dweller by the dark stream, Night dweller
Daelyn- small valley
Daemara- Damara, Greek, gentle, calf
Daemari- Damari, Greek, gentle, fertility goddess, eternal, strength
Daemeter- Demeter, Greek, earth lover, Greek goddess of the harvest
Daemetrius- Demetrius, Greek, follower of Demeter
Daemitri- Dimitri, Greek, earth lover, follower of Demeter
Daemian- Damian, Greek, To tame, Subdue, Day-me-in
Daenali- Denali, Native American, The high one, the great one
Daenyra- Made-up, Great light, the bright one, Dae, Korean, great, big, the great one, shining, Nyra, Arabic, light, light of god, Day-near-uh
Daera- Greek, Gift of God, Sanskrit, Place of Worship
Daere- Welsh, Fiend
Daeriel- Idealism, intuition, romance, generosity, creativity, wisdom and tolerance
Daerius- Darius, Persian, maintains possession well
Daeryn- Made-up, Great ruler, Given ruler, Dae, Latin Give, Korean Greatness, Ryn, Welsh Ruler, Day-rin
Daevina- Davina, Scottish and Hebrew, Beloved, Day-Vee-nuh
Danae- Greek, Hebrew, She who Judges, God is my judge
Elaena- Greek, Shining Light
Esmael- Spanish, God will hear
Feyre- Beautiful, Fairy, Elf, Fair, Fey-ruh
Gaea- Greek, Personification of the Earth
Gaelithox- Valyrian God of fire, stars, moon, sun, and the dawn, rival of meraxes
Haedrian- Made up, leader, sea-lover, wanderlust, Guide of sea-travel, Hae, Chinese, Sea, Drian, Christian, One who takes initiative and loves to travel, H-adrian. Hey-drEE-in.
Hael- Angel of kindness
Haera- Hera, Greek, Goddess of marriage, Air-uh
Helios- Greek, Sun
Hephaestus- Greek, God of Artisans, blacksmiths, carpenters, craftsmen, fire, metallurgy, metalworking, sculpture and volcanoes
Heron- Hero
Hyperion- Greek, He that walks high, the god above
Icarus/Ikarus- Greek, Latin, Follower, the one who reaches the sky
Ikaerys- Ikarus, Greek, Latin, the one who reaches the sky, Ick-Kay-Reeze
Jaella- Arabic/Muslim, Hebrew, Prominent, mountain goat
Jaelynn- American, May god protect, Supplanter
Kaeden- American, Fighter
Kaelum- Latin, Chisels the Sky, one who chisels the stars in the heavens
Kaeya- Indian, Monsoon Flower
Laela- Arabic, Dark Beauty
Maegara- Megara, Greek, Grudge, May-Gar-uh
Maëlle- French, Chief, Prince, Ambitious
Maeve- Irish, Intoxicating
Megaera- Greek, The jealous one, one of the furies, deities of vengeance
Mikael- Scandinavian, Who Resembles God
Mikaela- Michaela, Hebrew, Who is Like God
Nevaeh- American, Heaven
Naela- Quranic, Indigenous Australian, Winner, Go getter, Gracious, Charitable, Of Wide Eyes
Phaedra- Greek, Bright
Raphael- Hebrew, God has Healed
Saelena- Salena, Greek, Moon Goddess, Say-Lee-Nuh
Saera- Muslim, A New Star
Salaena- Salena, Greek, Moon Goddess, Suh-Lay-Nuh
Samael- Hebrew, Venom, Poison of God, King of Demons, The Angel of Death
Selaena- Selena, Greek, The Moon, See-Lay-Nuh
Solaena- Solana, Spanish, Sunshine or Eastern Wind, Soul-Lay-Nuh
Vaelencia- Valencia, Latin, Roman, Spanish, Srong, Healthy, Valor, Vay-len-C-uh
Vaella- Old Norse, a lament or cry
Vaellia- Made up, Embrace the unknown, Vael; to dive into the unknown, Lia; relaxed, weary, gentle, Vay-Lee-Uh
Vaelor- Made up, Valor, Brave, Courage, Vay-Lor
Vaelora- made up, Honored one, Victorious Ruler, Vae, Germanic, mighty ruler, Lora, crowned with laurel, honor, victory, Vay-Lore-uh
Vaelyra- made up, Harmonic Ruler, Vae, Germanic, mighty ruler, Lyra, Greek, Lyre, harp, also a Star, Vay-Lie-ruh
Valera- Latin, Valiant
Vallea- Italian, Valley, also a tree in South America
Xaeden- Greek, Flourishing in abundance with god
Xaevion- Xavion, African, Fighter
Zaeden- Arabic, Growth
Zael- Hebrew, house of god, habitation of the lord
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StolenMoments!Series - Part Three: Yours - Vostanik Sabatino x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging: @kmc1989 @novamariestark @words-and-seeds
It’s in the late hours of the evening on Christmas Day that you make it back to base. You’ve been out in the wild since the early hours of the morning, meeting with community leaders from the villages you’d supported in the past, re-establishing connections. The reception is positive for the most part, you meet a few roadblocks but nothing that escalates to a point you can’t manage.
When you climb out the Hum-Vee you’re tired, aching and filthy. It’s been a while since you’ve carried this much equipment on your person, it’s something you’re still getting used to.
Sabatino’s in the kitchen when you step through the door. A heavenly scent assails you, your stomach rumbling as you strip off your equipment and jacket before hanging it in your cubby. The two of you have barely seen each other over the last few days, with your trips off site and his attempt at tracking a group of insurgents. You know he’s around though when his heated blanket appears folded neatly on your bunk after the generator goes out. The nights get cold here and your appreciative of the gesture.
“That smells amazing.” You tell him, shaking the sand out of your hair and he gives you that smile, the one that makes your heartbeat just a little faster in your chest.
“I’m more than just a pretty face.” He says as you step into the kitchen to survey his work. “It’ll be ready in thirty.”
“Just let me get washed up first then I’m all yours.” You say before disappearing into the bathroom.
All yours…
He has to admit, he likes the thought of it. The two of you never made that date in L.A but he’s hoping not to miss his moment here in Afghanistan.
He sets the battery powered camping light in the centre of the table before turning the mains off. It casts a pretty dulcet glow across the table, illuminating the space. The ‘plates’ you’re eating from are trays, the ‘turkey’ is actually bearded vulture and the wine is from a box someone bought over for New Years, but he’s done his best with the tools he has at hand.
When you step out of the bathroom, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You’re clad in leggings and an oversized jumper with thick woollen socks pulled over your feet. Your damp hair falls loose across your features.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” You tell him, gesturing at the meal as you take the seat across from him.
“Nah. Just a man trying to impress the girl he likes.” He says, a small smile playing across his lips.
The conversation flows from there. You learn that his mother was Armenian, she met his Italian father as a student in the US. They both loved to cook, a trait that was passed down to their son. At weekends his father would take him camping, teach him how to live off the land, skills he’s utilises throughout his career, although he prefers the comforts of an urban landscape these days.
“Nothing beats a hot shower and a comfortable bed.” He tells you.
In turn he learns that you enlisted in the Army straight out of high school as a way to pay for college. You have a degree in criminal justice and became a member of the military police, serving two tours in Afghanistan before you put in your papers and began working in humanitarian services.
“A lot of the people I met with today are girls I’ve helped over the years, women who’ve stepped into the role of community leaders.” You confide in him, sipping from a beaker filled with wine. “Some were child brides, others trafficked, or dishonoured. I was part of a network that rescued girls from abusive situations, educated them, gave them prospects.”
It’s the first inkling he has that the work you had done with the villages in the region was actually clandestine. They’re relocation spots he realises, homes for people who couldn’t return to their families for fear of being killed or punished. He understands now why it had to be you that came to Afghanistan, the unique position you were in to help.
“You saved them, so they trust you.” He remarks quietly as the pieces fall into place.
“It’s more than that.” You say with a sad smile. “I saw some horrific shit as an MP, the stuff some of our soldiers got away...”
You trail off with a bitter taste in your mouth. He knows what you’re talking about. Out here it’s lawless, and if you’re of the right disposition it’s an excellent hunting ground for the weak and the vulnerable.
“I got a rep for taking on those cases, the ones where civilians accused our guys. They started to see me as someone who would hold others accountable.” You say leaning back in your chair, cradling the glass of wine to your chest. “It was recommended that I didn’t reenlist when the time came, that it would be bad for my health.”
It’s a thinly veiled threat, one that tastes of violence, and it infuriates him because you shouldn’t have had to give up a job that was worth doing in order to protect yourself from the very organisation you were policing.
He’s still thinking about it when he walks you to your room that night. How brave you were taking those men to task for their crimes, for stepping into a role that put a target on your back. He knows there’s more you’re not telling him, that when you’re ready you’ll disclose the rest of it. He can wait, he isn’t going anywhere.
He intends to say goodnight, to go back to his bunk, listen to a true crime podcast the same way he has all other nights however there’s a look in your eyes as you linger in the doorway.
When you kiss him, it’s nothing more than a light brush of the lips but it ignites something inside of him. His thumb chases along the line of your jaw, his palm coming to rest on the nape of your neck.
“Take me to bed Nik.” You whisper against his lips, and he smiles as he closes the door behind him.
He makes love to you on the floor of your bunkroom, the blankets from the other rigs laid out across the ground, cushioning it. Each bunk is single person, meant to discourage fraternization and Sabatino he likes to have space to work. He takes his time with you, stealing greedy kisses from your mouth as he undresses you slowly, removing each layer as if he’s carefully unwrapping a gift.
That’s how he sees you, something precious, to be cared for, revered. His lips chase over your skin, mapping out all of those sensual little areas, the ones that make you say his name. He commits each and every one of them to memory.
God, the noises you make, it’s enough to drive any man to madness.
You taste like God damn sunshine when he gets his mouth on you. He licks up that sweet honey like it’s a feast, his tongue tracing over your clit before he thrusts his tongue into your needy cunt making your hips arch and you head tip back into the pillow.
You look so fucking beautiful when you come, that pretty pink flush creeping across your skin in the throes of rapture. He kisses his way back up your body, his skilled palms caressing your curves as he slots between your legs. The tip of his cock brushes over wetness, smearing the head of it with your slick. He positions himself, right there at your entrance waiting.
If you want him, you have him, but he's got to hear it before he takes this any further.
“Nik, please.” You whisper against his lips. “I need you.”
It’s been along time since anyone has said those words to him.
He sinks into you slowly, his mouth covering yours, stifling that gorgeous little moan as he fills you completely. Christ, he almost loses his fucking mind because this, it’s absolutely perfect, you are absolutely perfect. Your thighs tighten around his hips as he moves in long, punctuated thrusts that rake over that deviant little spot inside of you, the one that has you keening for him. His fingers entwine with yours and your breathing hitches just a little because the intimacy of that, it heightens everything.
It's never been like this for him, he’s never felt so connected to another human being. You bite his lower lip when you come, and he fucking loses it. You grip him like you were made for him, wringing the ecstasy right out of his body as he spills his release inside of you. Still, he isn’t satisfied, he fucks it deeper because he’s a territorial son of a bitch, and you need to know you’re his.
You kiss him in that moment, moaning into his mouth and he realises you need it just as much as he does.
“Oh, you like that.” He whispers, his thumb ghosting over the curve of your cheek as he looks into your eyes.
“I do.” You tells him, your fingertips trailing along the scars that line his back. “It makes me feel like I’m yours.”
“You are mine.” He says resolutely, his lips brushing over yours. “It doesn’t matter where in the world we are; you’ll always be mine.”
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𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕖𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 [ 18+ ]
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After the events of Season 1, Hell is shaken. With the future of the exterminations uncertain, and the Overlord hierarchy shaken, the Vees have come up with a plan to get what they want. Befriend the Princess of Hell, and take over Hell.
Come along for the ride, and enter a Hell that's steadily changing, and see how you can make your mark on the story. Whether you're a Sinner, new overlord, heavenly resident, or a familiar face, how will you live your life in this realm?
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Starter for @visage-of-hell
She'd ended the moth demon with a whimper, rather than a bang.
Vox thinks Valentino wouldn't have liked that; however, now Val's brains are splattered over the carpet, and Vox can't be bothered to care.
If Visage had thought she was getting away with this in total secrecy, she was sorely mistaken. Nothing went by in this city without Vox's notice. She wasn't subtle, and Vox liked to keep tabs on Carmine as a rule of thumb. The hellhound hounding after Val's territory had quickly landed herself on a list to keep an eye on.
But Vox... Well, the thing that people didn't seem to understand was that the Vees were a business partnership. For all they acted and clowned around on TV, it was strictly work. Valentino had never exactly been what Vox had considered a hard worker. And Vox was getting more than a little tired of constantly having to change out his head.
So if Valentino had gotten too complacent to keep proper tabs on people gunning for his position, well... what right did he have to expect Vox's surveillance on the matter?
So he'd sat back. And he had watched all the moves that she made. And when it came down to it... He'd watched Visage put a heavenly bullet straight into Val's head. Dumbass. He'd told him he should invest more into angelic detector systems.
He has two thoughts. The first-- Good riddance. The second?
He's glad it was this one. She had spunk.
Vox slips into the grid with the practiced ease of several decades, blinking into the entrance of Val's ruined studio from an unoccupied outlet. The corpses around are neater than the average hellish massacre, gore and mess kept to a minimum. He nudges one out of the way with the tip of his shoe and spares a second to schedule a cleanup crew.
A subtle gesture of his claws brings Valentino's latent security systems back online, just in case this goes south. He reaches into the building's intercom system, projecting his voice throughout the entire building.
"You run a tight ship, Viz. I like someone who can operate cleanly."
Vox smiles, a glowing Cheshire grin in the darkness of the lobby.
"How about we have a chat, face to face? I think there might just be a vacancy here with your name all over it."
#thread: visage-of-hell#live from the studio! | IC#verse: ill name it later#RIP NPC val we hardly knew you#ofc let me know if I need to change anything Yeen <3
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The Vees noticing Alastor and Vaggie are becoming good friends
Vox: Those two have grown quite the connection...with Vaggies heavenly influence she might reform him.
Val: Or~ With Alastor's murderous, cannibalistic tendencies, he'll corrupt her.
Vel: Pfft it won't last. Those two are natural enemies. Like The brits and scots. Or irish and brits. Or Americans and brits.
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Things I wanna see for Hazbin Hotel s2 Part 3 (21-30)
21. Vaggie bonding with Carmila's daughters
22. Huskerdust hinting to a confession scene (or if not, a scene of them realizing they like each other in ways that is more than platonic)
23. Happier Lucifer to the point that his cheeks are the same color as Charlie's
24. Eve where tf are you
25. Lilith being sexy af
26. Charlie's mommy issues
27. Lute planning for something not so heavenly
28. Valentino losing control of Angel
29. Vox being a menace
30. The Vees challenging heaven
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Sunshine pt. 2
Written: Nov 12 2019
Ray Merrimen x Black Female Reader
10 Years Ago
Ray kissed your neck. His hands drew your palms to his chest as he leaned into your shoulder. You lay upon him, resting your body against his warmth never the wiser of his intentions. He licked the skin there, his hands gliding up the hump of your ass over the smooth skin of your spine until he cupped your face.
“I love you.” His voice was light but muddled in tone. A morning husk that often reminded you of the first time you met him years ago. A younger Ray, a teenage asshole who ditched first period to sleep, only to drag his ass in at the end of third with sleep still in his eyes.
“Ray…” his name always tasted sweet in your mouth. You whispered his name again and it turned into a moan as he kissed you.
You slid down his long abdomen, rubbing the heat of your vee along his taut muscles. You are slick and willing but Ray squeezed your thighs forcing you to stop.
Smooth, his voice silkily rolled over his tongue as he spoke. “Sunshine.”
Though you noted the waxy, perturb tone in his baritone voice. It annoyed you a bit but you felt victorious when his head fell back to the pillow. Your hips rocked front to back over his length, his brown eyes focused on the stippled white ceiling in a haze of lust.
For a moment he laid like that, swept up in you and the heat of your thighs but as you began to grip his shaft Ray’s head rolled back to you while his hands fell to your shoulders stilling your motions.
“I have to go soon. There’s no time for this.” He said.
You kissed his clavicle and then you lightly kissed the warm skin of his pectoral. Ray’s body tensed. You began to lick over his stiff nipple with a wide stroke. “There’s always time for love,” you said softly. “You don’t have to go…” you said between licks.
You felt his hips grind up into you, the length of him brushes against your wet folds. The tip of his cock throbbed, the dull wanting aches shot up his shaft. If your body was the heavenly release, then the lead up was purgatory. He was standing at the pearly gates awaiting entry but there was no time to confess his sins.
It was too late. There was never enough time.
You pulled away from him. The setting gold sun blasted through the window and caught the ebony and crimson of your curls. Horny, ready to fuck as he was he couldn’t help but be reminded him of the little sun catchers on his grandmother’s front porch when he looked up at you. Soft fingers wiped over his cheek as you laid down light feathery kisses along the way.
“Hey, I gotta go.” Ray rasped and planted a kiss on your pouty lips.
Ray rolled you over with a tight grin thinning his lips. Naked, Ray stepped out of bed and began to dress quickly. You curled around a pillow, drawing your legs up close and wrapping your arms into it and wished that it was Ray.
“You don’t have to do this.” You whispered.
Ray glanced back at the bed. You were watching him with those big brown eyes. The sun was soaking into your brown skin and at the same time casting a heavenly halo around your coiled form. He paused, a few seconds considered your words. But it was dumb. Why stop now? You couldn’t understand.
“We don’t have enough. So if I don’t do this you can kiss that car good-bye, those clothes in your closet-“
“Alright.” You cut him off and sat up, your naked breast became exposed but Ray did his best to ignore the flashing extra skin.
“It’ll work out.” He grunted as he hiked his jeans up. His tone is reassuring but leaves little room for that guarantee in you. Crime wasn’t reliable. Sometimes you can get away with it. But most times it can come biting you in the ass again.
When Ray does not come home that night you worry. But it was normal. You always worried too much when he was out on a job. It was the way this worked. 9-to-5’s were not his type. So it was natural for things like this to happen, as thin and uncertain as they were, took time to complete.
But two days later the worry turned to horror.
You tried to make sense of what was happening. Your calls went unanswered, as did your pleas to the accomplices that tossed their burner phones when you came calling.
It wasn’t until the next week when the police crashed into your home. Knock-knock, and then a giant clash of plastic and kevlar and too many masked officers to count that came barreling into your apartment.
They took you in the night. Half-dressed, hair still wrapped and going on little to no sleep they held you in a cold bright cell.
You knew that this was part of the game. If he had ever been caught you swore to God you would never tell. And you didn’t. Even when they threatened to throw the book at you.
And you kept your promise afterward too. After his sentencing you drove one hundred miles to the prison he was housed. You walked in, beaming a comforting smile and holding your head high when you saw him. Being his brave girl. It was the first time to see him in three weeks.
But Ray stared at you from across the sticky metal table in the visitor section. His buzzed hair grown out a bit more, darkness under his eyes to match the plumb colored bruise on his cheek. Little emotion was expressed, he blinked, nodded to your words. Until you finally decided that you too would just sit in silence.
“I don’t want you to come back here.”
Your hands shook but your voice was steady as you softly spoke back. “Why? You can’t think I’m just going to leave you in here…”
“Don’t come back. You’re a loose end.” He clipped back.
“What?”
“You fucking heard me.” Ray’s voice was sharp, commanding.
“So we’re off?”
His voice was still ringing in your ears when he spoke again. “It was never on.” He said flatly.
“I lost my job-“
“Get out.” Ray stood up from the table, hands cuffed in front of his hips and stared down at you from his six-foot five-inch frame. “Don’t come back.”
And after that, you didn’t.
Now
St. Tropez. French Riviera in October. Tourists have all but vanished in the coastal town. You followed Ray’s instructions along the way leading to the sophisticated seaside village. Now you sat in a little bistro near the weekly market. You felt off about it. The Place de Lices buzzed with the hum of people and the smell of sweets, and breads offered there. Your eyes moved the crowds, sometimes lingering for too long on very tall men in hats. You hoped it was him.
You had wished for a week that when you stared at the back of a man more than six feet it was Ray.
And like a kick to the gut you realized that maybe you were wrong about Ray.
Again.
Maybe he had left you once again to figure out what came next.
So you ate a small dinner, drank too much wine and left the bistro heavier than you arrived. You swayed when you walked. Your hair hung in your face, strands of curls stuck to your cheeks, a bit of sweat beaded on your top lip as you struggled to see the path in front of you.
You decided to take the long way back to your little hotel. Might as well take in the sights for what they were. You decided with a hiccup. A dizzy train of thought sped through your mind that perhaps this shit with Ray was off.
Because it was never on, remember? You laughed at yourself as you walked. A tarry, rigid giggle bubbling up from the pit of whirling doubt and moderately priced wine. He had told you that once.
So why were you here?
Your head tilted back, panned your eyes up that darkening French sky as your body became wrapped in the pale yellow glow of lamps along the way. You took the lonely feeling growing in your heart. You could smell the water. The breeze on your skin felt like a comforting kiss from a man you couldn’t wrap your mind around.
And the wine, the damn alcohol was sitting on your stomach. The slosh of it was ignored but you loved the numbing effect inside and out.
You remembered the jail. The day Ray all but said he didn’t want you. There wasn’t much left of that memory. Only the smell of wet dog the jail had cultivated and the icy glare of his eyes when he told you to go.
Now, the only memory that came first when you thought of Ray was him laying on top of you. The two of you wrapped together in an embrace decades in the making that the only sound you could make when you thought of it was a sigh.
The stoic gestures of Ray had always been there, even from the beginning. But this Ray, your Ray, was different now. Somehow more quiet, and more adept at holding in plans meant for the far future that you questioned his actions in the present.
Like now. You hiccup again and then paused along a stone fence. Another wave of the alcohol-induced dizzies you stood there with your face to the sky.
It would have been better to be more on guard.
But you weren’t.
And you were snatched.
Ringing in your ears, a bang from your temple pulled you from a dreamless sleep.
The lack of clothing concerns you but not near enough to truly shock you. It had to be Ray.
You shift around on the soft sheets until you lay flat against the bed. Your head rolled to the left, the right, it looks different than your hotel room. A decent room with sparse decorations, a pile of clothes on one of the chairs in the corner and a lingering smell of men’s cologne.
You think back to the bistro. You were drunk but not wasted.
A shadow. It had been a large shadow from near you along the fence and a prick to your neck had been the last thing you remembered.
The only door creaked, lazily swinging in the southern France breeze drew your eyes back to the right. Along the floor dark leafy shadows swayed over the stone flooring. They seemingly merged into a dark outline against the bright morning sun. It got bigger, swelling in size until the shadow overwhelmed the light.
Around the corner, you could hear heavy footsteps. Ray stepped in with only a pair of cargo shorts and sandals. Water dripped from his nose as his head swept in your direction.
“Good morning,” he said gravelly as he smiled.
“You drugged me.” You croaked and then hold your breath as he began to peel off his soaked shorts.
“Had to—you would fight back.” He chuckled and dropped his box briefs.
Your eyes fell to his cock, limp but quickly gaining girth but you looked back up to him. “Wouldn’t have to fight at all Ray if you would have shown up.”
Ray began to walk toward the bed. Slivers of sun caught the green in his brown eyes as they roamed from the sheet to your bare chest.
“I’m a wanted man.” He pressed his knee into the bed followed by the other. “I had to make sure you weren’t followed.”
You began to gather the sheet up but Ray grabbed it back and pulled hard on it as you scooted back further against the headrest. “You can’t be mad at that.“
Ray tugged again the white sheets slipped from your fingers. And when his lips touched yours any thoughts of the budding animosity was pushed away.
Maybe it wasn’t important. Perhaps now being in his arms was the apology you had been seeking for the last decade that led up to last night.
And when Ray’s tongue licked between your thighs, his thick fingers gripped your silky skin it was a promise. His palms, not as smooth as you remembered, roughly scrapped along your thighs you wondered how long this would last.
Ray lifted his head and stared into your eyes. He rose above you a slight grin plastered on his lips under the slick of you and spit he mumbled: "I’ve missed you.” and then kissed your lips, ducked his tongue inside your mouth.
He was inside you before another kiss. No warning to the power you knew he held there. He pushed harder driving his length deeper. Desperately you clung to him letting him take what was his.
Your Ray missed you.
He was close. His hardening cock, the fevered thrusts. Ray was lost in you.
You missed him too. You watched his hooded eyes stare into your mouth, his eyes fluttered with his final pump filling you with warmth.
You didn’t cum. But you got something else.
You had your Ray.
Ray falls to the sand.
You smiled hard down at him, you don’t suppress the laugh coming up. In a burst of giggles, you sit back down on the lounger holding your chest and stomach.
He had tried to dig a hole. Not just any hole—THE hole. Little did he know that halfway through its construction he would abandon it only to fall into it hours later.
Ray looked up at you from the cool sand.
“I knew that was there.” He grinned and then got to his bare feet.
Amused, your eyes dance from the hole back to his sweaty face. “You’re an idiot.” You said still clutching your chest from the ache.
“I’m your idiot.” said Ray and sat on the lounger with you and pulled you into his arms.
Your head rested on his broad warm chest. The strong flutter of his heartbeat under your ear and an arm stretched across his waist made for a perfect feeling.
You missed him too.
“Only because no one else would put up with your shit.” You chuckled back, settling into his heat.
“No.,” he said, his voice hummed in your ear over the sound of his heart.
“No, what?” you asked, tilted your head up toward him and the fading grin on his lips.
“No, I wouldn’t want anyone else,” said Ray wrapping both of his arms around you encasing you in his protective embrace. “There’s only you.”
He peered down at you over his cheek barely moving his head before he looked back at the white-tipped waves.
“Donnie wants to meet up.” He said softly, almost under his breath as an afterthought.
But you caught it, and the meaning, even if he did not express it. Donnie was the architect of the last job.
You sit up on your palm and look down at Ray. Your dark eyes burning holes into his passive expression only makes you slap at his chest.
“Don’t you have enough?” you asked. "God, I can’t believe this shit.” You sat up fully now and pulled out of his arms. “You have millions, millions! So god damn greedy, Ray. Why?”
“It’s full proof.” He said, still laying on the lounger his fingers crisscrossed over his chest. He didn’t move, barely even opened his lips as he spoke. “I’m not greedy. It’s for us. Imagi-“
“No!” you shouted, paced over the sand as it gritted between your toes. “This is –“ You turned back to him, still unmoving, and shook your finger at him. “This is for you. Always. You do this shit. The world doesn’t owe you, Ray. You can’t just steal what you want as if it doesn’t matter. Do you want them to catch up with you? To us? I can imagine that!”
You dragged yourself, dejectedly, away from Ray on the beach. You felt the sadness, the disrespect rising up from the pit of your stomach. And even when you returned to the room it hadn’t lessened. Instead, your eyes swept around to the messy bed, a pile of Ray’s clothes on the floor, and an empty bottle of wine taking in the mess he had left behind.
He was always leaving shit behind.
Even you.
“You’re right.”
You turned around to find Ray standing there. His expression still passive he stared at you, he ducked his hands into his cargo pockets and waited.
It concerned you he was so easily swayed. That was not the Ray you were used to dealing with. Not the man of the past who would have gleefully left you behind to follow his own path.
“I’m right about what?” you asked, crossed your arms over your chest and studied him.
“About that job. About me…I don’t want to be that anymore.” He said simply and took a long step near you. “You’re enough.”
You were impossible to look away from. Dark coils sweeping over your damp forehead, your brown eyes watching lovingly over the scene, a happy smile pulling your full lips over white teeth.
It was a dream. Ray decided this moment right here superseded all other moments. Not even the wedding, the birth of the second or even the third kid could compare to this moment.
You lifted your skirt, squatted down near the creation one of his sons had constructed. He was smart like you, reckless like his father and Ray stared as your hand moved the little door open and closed on the castle of wood and stone he had created.
The Alps stood, gray rock and snow-capped peaks, in majestic contrast against the vivid green pastors, and the wood homes billowing smoke from their well-worn chimneys.
The oldest and tallest of the bunch ran over pushed on the shoulders of the youngest son playfully. Fighting brothers, but best friends, he teased his younger brother before clapping him on the back.
You stood watching them. Hands on your wide hips you gazed at them tease each other, Ray was sure you were remembering their birth and imagining the kind of men they would grow to be. You loved to talk about it. Sometimes, in the dusk of sleep, you muttered to the air of how much they looked like him.
A girl, the youngest, about five years old bounded down the hill from the house and wrapped her arms around your waist.
Chestnut curls caught the wind, blew around her rounded chubby face as she turned to Ray.
She pushed off from you and ran toward Ray and into his arms where he willfully pulled her on to his lap. Her small hand wrapped around his four fingers, squinting she stared up at Ray stroked his smooth face before pinching his chin.
Ray tickled her, under the arms around the ribs sending her screaming in a fight of giggles back to her mother. Ray’s eyes followed and then landed back on you.
The little nick-name he used seemed fitting more than ever. The white alpine rays of the sun steadily cascaded under the horizon turned orange and yellow. Your skin absorbed the light, shined more beautiful than he had ever seen it. His sunshine.
You were enough.
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