#Side otel

[glitterrosesnzz]

do y'all think that since L/ucifer mostly rebuilt the hotel using his magic, that him being sick would actually affect the hotel itself???

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[blogwan]

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[vllergy]

F L I C K E R || H//azbin H//otel

lil s//taticm//oth because i'm going insane kink!v/al because reasons

Val's lower arms come to rest on Vox's thighs. The tech mogul repositions himself along Val's hips which earns him something between a grunt and a growl. The moth's upper arms reach up, one hand curling around a lean shoulder and the other pulling at the lapel of his blazer to yank him back into a kiss. As Vox leans in, his screen flickers just slightly. It's slight. Barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. But Val is always paying attention. His tongue glides up the flat, smooth surface, feeling the strange static hum on his tastebuds. "Mm, trouble, amorcito?" he asks as his tongue snakes back into his mouth.

Vox peeks a red eye open, "Huh?"

Val's smile sharpens. "Nothing."

He pulls Vox closer by the hips, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. He feels like starting a fight. It'll make this so much sweeter. Vox is always so much sexier when he's on edge.

Shoving back, he yanks his head away from Vox's mouth and narrows his carmine eyes.

"You're distracted," he accuses.

Vox blinks. He looks surprised, then his expression flattens into annoyance.

"The fuck? No I'm not."

"You are. You think I don't know?"

There's that flicker again. It's a little more pronounced this time. A whisper of static around the edges of his screen, as if someone just gave the side of his box a good whack. Vox is oblivious to it, or at least he's pretending to be. Arousal pools in Val's gut.

"I have plenty of other people I could be fucking, Vox."

"Why do you always fucking do this?" Vox complained, "I was just getting into it."

"Then why are you doing that?"

Another wobble of his screen. It passes in an instant.

"Doing what?!"

Val scrapes a gold plated claw down the edge of his casing. Again, the screen twitches and this time, it comes with a soft, uneven inhale on Vox's part.

"Hhih..."

"You're all...glitchy," Val grins.

Vox wrenches out of the path of his hand and recovers, "Fuck off, no I'm not. Are we doing this or can I get back to work?"

Val leaned back into the chair, smug. "That depends." "On what?" Vox snapped.

"If you're going to just get it over with and sneeze already."

Vox's hypnotic eye went wide and crazed for a moment, the other tightening in clear aggravation.

"I'm not--" "Oh, but you are," Val murmured, dropping his voice low, "I know you, baby."

As if enticed by the mere suggestion, Vox's screen flickered again. This time, he acknowledged it with a slight twist of his expression. He blinked hard and shook his head. Val could hear his fans whirring in earnest.

One of his hands went up the sinuous curve of Vox's waist. He felt his ribs expanding in his palm. "Hiih..hhh..." Vox's screen began to fade with his breath, winking out as he slowly lost control.

"Mmm, I thought so," Val grinned.

Vox's screen went completely black before he whipped to the side with a face full of grey, crackling static and--

"H’AEHHZZSCH'ah!"

"Hey," Val murmured as he watched Vox's expression slowly filter back onto his screen, his pixelated eyes squinting in itchy limbo. Val grabbed the side of his face, turning the Overlord towards him with a forceful tug. "Don't turn away from me."

Vox gasped, planting a hand in Val's chest to try and put some distance between them as his head snapped down with a poorly contained second sneeze.

"hH’NGXtssh!"

"And what have I told you about holding back?"

"For fuuuhcks saake, Val," Vox managed to roll his eyes as his screen glowed erratically.

Val pulled him closer, listening to his fans working overtime, the whine of his internal processors trying to dispel the irritant. There was one heavy inhale, and then another. Vox's chest pressed against his desperately.

"Ghh...hg..."

As much as he wanted to be close, he enjoyed the show far too much to miss the front row seat. Val leaned back once more and watched hungrily as Vox's expression snapped and popped with stray tendrils of wayward electricity.

Finally, he gave in, sneezing freely into Val's lap.

"eH'HTZ҉Z҉S҉H҉IEW!" The power in the building whined as it overloaded and filled every room with blinding light. Somewhere overhead, a lightbulb popped. Third time this fucking month.

Vox groaned in the aftermath. His expression returned to his screen, slightly dazed, undoubtedly annoyed.

"So sneezy," Val praised him his arms pulling the other Overload close once more as he sniffled scratchy, static sounds into his ear.

"Fuck you," Vox muttered in a congested voice. But he melted into Val's touch, rubbing the flat surface of his screen along his shoulder for some relief.

"Are you done?"

"Think so." "Shame."

[hehkshew]

I have this prompt idea:

Vox, having been around Valentino and Velvette, insists he’s fine and is not going to catch whatever cold ridden illness that they have. But by the end of the week, he’s now showing symptoms just as much as they were. Valentino smirks as Vox finally admits defeat. The three of them, Vel and Val now recovering slowly, resign themselves to a week together, each one blaming the other for starting it.

[Out Of Service] (H/azbin H/otel) V/ox, V/elvette, and V/alentino [1300 Words]

This week, it felt as if everything had been going wrong. The entire past few days had been fully manic. Even more so than the way it typically was. There were employees around every corner, worrying as they tried to keep up with the increased work load and requests.

Why they were all suddenly so panicked? Because it just so happened that two of three were bored. And when they were bored, shit got tense fast.

There was a lot to do and a lot to manage and to keep up with it, there was no time to get distracted. 

Which was why if Vox had half a mind he would’ve turned around, at the first sounds of a hacking cough. But he didn’t. 

Valentino laid sprawled across out on the couch, sunglasses hazardously laying dropped on the floor in the path of any unfortunate unfocused sinner who’d undoubtedly step on them. He looked pathetic, no trace of cocky appearance he usually displayed.

Other side of the couch Velvette looking pissed and utterly wrecked as she tiredly scrolled through her phone. Eyes half lidded, groaning quietly. 

He should’ve probably assumed that after hearing the sound of coughing ongoing randomly the past two hours.

They looked exhausted.

Val’s eyes drifted tiredly, widening a little as he pushed himself up with a smirk. Sniffling as he purred, voice a little too rough than normal.

“Amorcito!” He called low, grin widening as he blinked slow. The eye bags were practically visible from here, “I didn’t think you’d come, Baby.” He mused, Velvette glancing up from her phone before glancing away, sinking deeper into the blankets. “I feel awful.”

Vox narrowed his eyes slightly, eyebrows creasing as he breathed out, “Oh please, Val. You can handle a little cold.”

Valentino dramatically groaning as if he’d been betrayed, back of his hand to his forehead, which was noticeably sweating. “Ugh, heartless, Voxxy. Absolutely heartless.”

Velvett made a noise of annoyance, sniffling as she sunk deeper into her blankets, snapping her head down as she stifled a harsh sneeze into the blankets.

“Oh for Hell’s sake,” Vox groaned, making the gesture of pinching his screen, “Don’t tell me you’re sick too.”

Velvette only sniffled, shooting daggers as she spoke. Voice sounding more broken then Valentinos, grabbing a tissue box. One in one of those stupidly fancy cases as she chucked it at Valentino’s head, the moth making a pained “Oww..” whine.

“It’s his fault, I feel like shit.”

Val barking out a laugh, one that dissolved into a coughing fit, the sound rattling in his chest. “Doll, you did not get this from me. You were coughing before I was”

“This is totally all his fault, fucking infected everyone and now hes gonna make you miserable too.” She snapped, only half serious. rolling her eyes as she slumped deeper into the couch.

Vox scoffed somewhat amusedly at the two.

“I at least have a decent antivirus system.” That’s something he pointed out a lot, his excuse to work through things, something the two couch ridden overlords tried not to groan at, Vox shooting a glare back. “Unlike you two, I don’t get sick.”

Valentino coughed, sitting up as he hit at his chest, clearing his voice as he sniffed sharply, humming with almost a look of challenge. “We didn’t expect to get sick either Mi amado.”

“I’m not gross.” Vox challenged, ducking as Velvette threw the nearest object near her towards Vox’s head. “And I’m more efficient, I’m built to handle this.” He snapped.

The two weren’t convinced, Vox groaning as he stormed out and left. A look towards each other as if they knew.

“I don’t get sick.” He muttered. Something he continued to tell himself.

It was nearing the end of the week, and it was safe to say that something had changed.

Vox wasn’t uncaring, he’d been there. For them! Bringing them stuff every hour or so, a routine most likely used in a prison more than a caring nurse sort of way, but he was there every hour for a check in. To make sure they hadn’t died, or whatever.

They were still sick of course, but it wasn’t as bad now. That was… An improvement, and it was good!

And everything was fine…! And maybe he might’ve felt a little sluggish, and even when it was dead silent he could hear the sound of buzzing in his ears. But those were just quirks! Definite normal stuff he always had.

Computer shit!  

He tensed, screen flickering as he faltered. Lowering the clipboard he’d been holding, head snapping down harshly as he sneezed. Spark of electricity shooting as it zapped, wincing as the lights in the penthouse went out for just a moment. 

That was the downside about all of this, everytime that happened. It tended to affect anything electronic, and Much to Valentino and Velvette’s misery, their devices were no exception.

Inhaling sharply again as a second one overcame him. 

 “Hhh-HHK̴̬͉̬̮̗̝̓̑̕ͅS̴̜̥̞̰̟̈́̿̊̎̋͒̃̄̽ͅͅͅZ̶̮͓̬̗̣̝͗̃̀Z̴̧̠̫͙͔̬̲̦͕̣̋͘͜T̴̩̠̀͆̀̚!̷̧̡͈̖̗͇͓͇̳̏͆͠!!”

A surge of static zapping as another blue spark zapped, this time hitting Valentino in the chest. Moth Demon giving a sharp yelp as he involuntarily wrapped his wings around himself, an undignified tumble off of the couch.

“Voxxy, the fuck!” Valentino yelled, gray smoke rising from the zap in his jacket. Velvett pulling herself back as she brought her knees to her chest, intent on avoiding by being zapped by any of that.

“Not sick, huh?” Unamused, twinge of a grimace on her face as she watched his screen short circuit. 

“I’m not– hHHK̶̊̋͐̒̿͊͂́͜S̶̨̪̭͖̙̩̠̜̹̓̌ͅH̴̟̯̗̄ͅŹ̸̢͕̰̙̱̖̦͔Z̴̢͓͍̲͉̈͐̀̒Ţ̸̥͕̮̎̔!!” This time, the lights in the entire penthouse immediately blacking out into darkness.

“Yeah, real convincing.”

Vox groaned, looking as flustered as his expression was able to manage, arms crossed over himself as he pointedly ignored the inspecting looks he was receiving. Even he couldn’t argue against this one. Huffing as his screen glowed duller.

He did feel fucking wrecked.

With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the kitchen counter. “Fine. Fine. I have a cold.”

“Told you,” Velvette hummed, sniffling pleased to be right. She was always right.

“Welcome to the club Baby.” Val grinned widely, lifting his wing and blanket as invitation for Vox to join them under it. “Surprise, Tesoro. You’re not invincible.”

Vox shot him a withering glare, muttering as it lacked its sharpness. “Shut up.”

And with the admittance of all of them feeling horrible, they could feel horrible together. Remaining time being spent huddled together. And that’s how it was the next few days.

Arguments over who was worse, arguments over each other hogging blankets and arguments starting after every sneeze from Vox short circuited another one of their electronics.

“I can’t believe Velvette got us all sick.” Valentino muttered, biting back his grin as she sat up pissed off, Vox groaning as he pulled a pillow over his screen, knowing the argument to ensue.

“Me?! It was you, you were the one coughing over fucking everything. And I wash my hands constantly. Unlike you with both your fucking gross men piss fingers.” Grimacing with a shooted glare, burying further into them despite it.

Vox groaned, “Does it even matter? We’re all suffering now because one of you idiots couldn’t not be walking disease.”

Velvette sniffled weakly, head laid against Vox’s lap. “Let’s all just agree to blame Vox for electrocuting us every time he has a fit.”

Vox glared embarrassed, preparing to move up from the couch and leave. “I’m going to bed.” Valentino stopping him as he pulled him back down.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re stuck with us.”

And he didn’t have room to argue, blinking tiredly as the movie on the screen began to play. The three watching with various levels of exhaustion. 

And it was nice.

“Hhh.. Hih.. hḰ̴̼Z̵̮̎Z̴̠͙̾H̷͇͊ͅT̵̪̔̽!̷̹̐̀” 

Velvette’s phone buzzing and flashing before going dead.

“Dammit Vox!” Velvette groaned, dropping the broken device onto the carpet.

“Whoops,” For the first time all day, barking out a laugh.

With the movie playing, they couldn't help the exhaustion overtaking them. Slowly breathing as they began to fall asleep, and for the first in a long time, together they could rest.

[stormyweaver]

Birthday Blues || H/azbin H/otel, V/ox

Did you really think I'd be able to stay away for long? HAH. Anyway this is lowkey a kind of 'it makes me feel better' drabble thingie. So anyway yes, hopefully ya' like it! Also yes Pap/ermint is the name of Vox's assistant and I feel like this is a horrible error to be occurring but lol

Vox sniffled - a pathetically plugged, bunged up sound that crackled with static - before promptly blowing his vents clear. Well, as clear as they could get all things considered. He was so sufficiently blocked up, congested to the point that he could barely speak without sounding like someone had surrounded his audio processing units with cotton. It was almost painful, but for the moment it mainly bordered on uncomfortable and infuriatingly inconvenient. “Haaaappy Birthdaaaay to youuuu~!!!”

His left eye twitched as he heard the sounds of a kazoos and party poppers going off. Gaze flitting back to the screen he’d been watching previously, it narrowed as the scene lay out before him: multiple of his associates gathered in the lunchroom, surrounding a table where behind the crowding bodies, an elder demon sat at the very edge. There was a cake in front of her - nothing extravagant, likely home-made judging from the mis-matched candles and frankly shoddy frosting flowers. Everyone was all smiles, including the sinner's gummy, wrinkled lips. Vox’s own upper lip curled slightly. An office birthday party. How… ghastly.

He’d gotten the request months in advance from Papermint, who seemed to be quaking more than usual when presenting it to Vox. Technically he would have been within his rights to deny the extension on their lunches, but… he’d been busy at the time, and it didn’t raise any real concerns so he’d signed just to get the other back to working on IMPORTANT matters. 

Now, he was sorely regretting not filing it into the trash bin. … Okay, not really. It was a birthday party - who didn’t like birthdays? It was one of the few moments where those in Hell could actually forget about the fact that they were actually damned for all eternity. A chance to celebrate something. Vox had even attended a few gatherings himself, in the past. Back when…

Nope. Not opening that can of fucking worms. Not any time soon.

A round of clapping brought Vox’s waning attention back up towards the screen, and his left eye began to dilate as he spotted a familiar face on the monitor. Velvette!? Seriously? Why would SHE even want to be seen with such lowly… wait, that was her employee, wasn’t it? One of her tailors. A bloody fantastic one, to use her own phrasing. He thought she didn’t like old people, though. Fossils, or something along those lines. But - he supposed there was no bias to be had when it came to doing a good job.

It made sense, and softened the feeling of betrayal just a smidge. Still didn’t stop his temple from throbbing in irritation, though.

Sniffling again, Vox plucked a tissue from the side of his desk and tended to a leaking vent. It wasn’t like he’d even wanted to attend their little bitch-ass party anyway. He had better things to do. Not like he’d been told to attend in the request. Tch. Stupid underlings… stupid fucking granny tailor… stupid… STUPID... … He needed a smoke. The cigarette was dangling from his lips, thumb barely brushing against the tip when Vox’s breath caught. “Hhh… f-huuugck– hHHRRZZSCHHH’HUE!!” The sneeze was harsh, jerking Vox forward as his razor sharp teeth snapped the cigarette in half. Spatting out the remaining piece, he clutched the side of his head as his shoulders shakily rose and fell. “Ahh- hahh..! hHZNGT’SHUE! Hh’IZZSCHh! hhheh’Ī̧̠͂̚Ȋ̡̧͇̙̟̦̗̣͚̫̜͙̲͔̞̩̜̻̙͉̻̻̉̎̔͗̌̓̒ͦͤ̔̀͂͘͘̕͘͠Ž̖́͋̕͠Z̶̢̢̯̟̬͉̞̩̬͈̰̭̀̂͊ͯ̓ͣ̐͑͊ͭ̊͂͑͛̏͘S̠̺Hhiew!!”

Fuck’s sake. Fuck’s SAKE. 

Growling in frustration, Vox tossed the rest of the packet into his drawer, then thrust his upper half onto the desk in a huff.  Fuck birthday parties. And fuck being sick.

[vibing-lizard-nose]

!!BEFORE YOU INTERACT IN ANY WAY!!

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i'm gonna pin this temporally, because I still need to make a proper introduction post NKFDJNF but i feel this is VERY important

HEADS UP!!!

This is a side blog, but if you see a normal account with a bi flag following you or liking your posts you right after I reblog them in here, it's me. It's the same person. DON'T PANIC LMAO

Also yes this is a kink/fixation blog, so if you don't like any of this and just happened to find my posts uh.... sorry lol? you can always just close the tab or block me.

Otherwise, you're welcome to interact with my blog AS LONG AS YOU'RE OVER 18, MINORS DNI. I have a little tolerance for random unidentified blogs (I was part of that gang once,I understand the awkwardness of having a kink blog) BUT JUST to like the posts... just pleaaaase don't reblog stuff into non-kink blogs it's EMBARRASING LOL.

If you don't listen to this, I WILL BLOCK YOU. no hard feelings, just keeping yall safe pff- come back in a year or two or when you got a kink blog.

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With that said, you'll find mainly Sneeze content here, so expect reblogs and ocasional posts. CONTENT WARNING for Mess, Congestion, Fever, Infections, and SOMETIMES a little whump. only sometimes tho. You'll also find OC content as well as fandom content.

At the moment, I only post about (respective tags) #g/ood o/mens , #h/azbin h/otel and #h/elluva b/oss as fandom content, i'll add more if I happen to join others. But my askbox is open if you want to suggest me shows or media, as well as drawing request and art challenges <3

I'm just a silly creature, call me Lizard. I go by they/he/she in order of preference! I'm here to have fun and create a safe space for me an other people from the community to chat and joke around and (occasionally) hornky grip at stuff because ain't this kink neat?

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That's all for now, thank you for reading. You may proceed with caution! 💅

- Atte. A lizard with a red hat 🦎💖

[tvkissercentral]

Radio Love🎧

Hi! This is my selfship blog for shipping with H/azbin H/otel and H/elluva B/oss characters, My main is @silver-heller for reference. I mostly ship with Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer here though I'll develop my S/I's relationship with the other characters overtime! I am okay staring F/Os!

DNI

Minors. Bigots of any kind, plural unfriendly individuals (this includes people that make the alter egos or evil sides of characters into bad alters or make jokes about the "voices in their head" type shit), pro/shippers, minor x adult or incest shippers, bestiality shippers, discourse starters (this blog is discourse free!), etc. We hate Val here.

SAO (sword-art-online), R/ayman, J/ekyll and H/yde, and H/arry P/otter all make me uncomfy for personal reasons, and I will block you if your F/Os come from these sources.

S/I Info Below

Name

Lee

Ansley (real name)

Dollop (Alastor)

My good Fellow (Alastor)

Height: 5'4

Relationships

#lee🐶🔌 - Tag for my oc Ansley!

#radiolove📻 - Alastor (romantic, I headcanon him as demiromantic asexual)

#appleduck🍎 - Lucifer (romantic, bisexual biromantic)

#turnthetvon📺 - Vox (romantic, asexual biromantic)

#appleontheradio - Poly ship with Alastor, Lucifer, and Vox

#bartenderbuddy♠ - Husker (close friend)

#cherryontop🍧 - Angel Dust (queerplatonic/best friends)

#insideisarainbow🌈 - Charlie Magne (found family daughter)

#roseontop🌹 - Rosie (good friend)

#inthecards🃏 - romantic polycule with Alastor and Husker (retired)

Scent

Apples

Skills

Good with weapons

Can sense upcoming storms

Flexible and can jump high

Personality

Cold and sensitive 

Distantly polite at times

Very guarded

Quirks

Chews on his headphone cord.

Keeps his pet close for comfort. Its name is Pluggy and it's a bunny with floppy ears

Adores music to keep him relaxed.

Known to dissociate. 

Preferences/Sensitivities 

Hates being snuck up on.

Looking at images on the TV makes him nervous, he much prefers music and talking.

Habits/Methods

Chews on his headphone cord.

Age

Mid 20s

Pronouns

He/him

Sexual/romantic orientation

Asexual biromantic polymerous

Diet

Apple pie is his comfort food

Favorite candy is lollipops

Hates cold things

Physical Notes

Source

Electronic dog demon

His eyes, ear, tail, and the spot on his chest glow depending on his mood.

Has several, colorful spots on his forehead that can help show more complex emotions.

Clear glowing ears and a clear tail made of plastic like material.

He has a metal, silver speaker on his back. Matches his metal nose, joints, and feet.

Pink fur with white eyes and white accents when neutral. Looks fluffy like a plush.

White is neutral, red is scared, green is anxious, apple yellow is happy, purple is sad, blue when he's flustered, black is concentrated, pink is sleepy. Multiple colors can show up at once to show complex emotions, and sometimes Lee’s eyes change to symbols like hearts, stars, or join to make a flower to further demonstrate how he is feeling.

Powers

His powers are connected to the music he plays from his back. As the song goes on, colorful dots appear on the ground and, during the bass drops, the ground shakes and moves.

Clothes

He tends to wear hoodies and skirts. 

[cruelprincae]

@scribedhorror sent from starter  based  on  the  trope.

🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

A weather like that isn't common in Elfhame. In fact, in all the nine-teen years that Cardan has lived, not once has the weather been worse than a couple of clouds piling up in the vibrant sky. With the weather being tied to his father's, Eldred, mood and well-being, Elfhame knew nothing but prosperiety and flourish and hence the weather and the land reflected that with sunshine, blooming seeds and growing flowers ― the same can't be told for the mortal world, however, for in his stay there, the weather has been as unpredictable as Cardan's mood. And that should say a lot.

Thunder rattles the ground, and Cardan can feel the heavy, black curls resting against his forehead sway in sudden breeze, even if he's sheltered, standing before a remarkably transparent window. His tail coils around his waist, tightening around his sides, loosening, and then tightening again once another sound of thunder echoes in his ears, betraying all the emotions that he doesn't show on his face; for once, he's glad that the whip-like tail is hidden behind his stylishly buggy silky shirt ― and that Bill has no idea said said tail even exists in the first place. He needn't worry about questions, or it betraying all the things he felt but didn't dare speak, such as anxiety and even fear.

❛ Are you certain this -otel is thunder-proof ? ❜ He asks for what feels like the thirtynth time in the span of the two hours that they had spent trapped in the cosy and surprisingly warm hotel room. Outside, rain starts to splash against the window and Cardan makes a face of disdain. Black painted fingers tap against the window glass at a bug that seems to be holding on for dear life. ❛ We should sue the weather foreteller. ❜ He states as a matter-of-fact. ❛ His prophecy was completely unreliable. ❜

[paeries]

a sneak peek 👀

[a/n: i know NO italian, so blame google translate. and another important note, this is after a particularly big row between the two of them so theres some awkward backstory you guys are missing but idcidcidc lol]

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“So, did you come here with someone?” Harry asked, staring into his glass. Luca, he found out, didn’t speak great english, but he’d been doing well thus far. And surely, it could’ve gone smoother had alcohol not been involved. Luca’s brows furrowed, shaking his head at him. Harry frowned, trying to remember some basic keywords he tried to learn while on the plane. “Erm…fidanzata?” Harry tried and Luca nodded, turning his head to look for his girlfriend. “La mia ragazza, Vita, è seduta lì. Over there.” Luca repeated, noticing Harry’s confused look. “Ahh, ‘Ve got a girl, whooo, by the way,” He giggled as he sat on the floor by the bar, leaning against the wall for stability. “Would’ve looked gorgeous tonight. Could’ve outdone the bride-to-be.” He hummed, taking another gulp of his drink and loosening the tie around his neck. “P-Probably best I didn’t bring ‘er after all, isn’t it?” He laughed out, letting his heavy head fall back, his hand coming up to run a hand through his dishevelled hair. “Would’ve left early back to the ‘otel,” He hummed, his eyes fluttering closed, “Jesus Christ, she’d give the sloppiest blowj-“ He was interrupted by a sudden weight at his knees. When Harry quickly opened his eyes and looked down, a dog had laid its head on his lap. As he looked around, the guy he thought he was talking to from the groom’s side was nowhere to be found. “I thought we were friends, Luca!” Harry laughed out to nobody, his hands scratching behind the dog's ears. “S’a good thing you stopped me, far too young to hear about all that yet. Where’d you even come from?” He laughed to himself.

To: Y/N

I just poured my feelings out to a dog.

Y/N turned over in her bed, her phone buzzing on her bedside table had lifted her out of her pathetic half sleep. She grumbled to herself in annoyance, knuckling at her tired eyes before pushing herself up in the bed. Finding the lamp's knob to turn it on, she reached over to grab her phone.

*Message from Harry*

Her brows furrowed, rubbing at her eyes again to clear her hazy vision before unlocking her phone to view the message.

From: Harry

I just poured my feelings out to a dog.

Y/N let out an involuntary giggle, trying to ignore the daunting question forming in her head as she wondered what exactly that dog got to hear.

She stared at the message for a while, glancing at the time before tapping on the character field to type out her reply.

To: Harry

am I supposed to laugh? because that’s funny

I hope he didn’t bill you for the therapy

Harry let out a giggle as he read her text, staggering down the hall of his hotel until he got to his door. The shock that he normally would have felt, had he not drank as much as he had, nowhere to be found. If he was sober, he’d probably not have sent any text whatsoever.

Once the door was unlocked and opened, he trudged inside, yanking at his tie to pull it away from his body. His thumbs fiddled around his keyboard for a few minutes, and he decided to send whatever echoed in his head, pressing send before he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

To: Y/N

I wish you could be here.

He had only sent the message just over a minute ago but the anticipation was eating away at him, nevermind the fact that he was pretty drunk from the four, or was it five? He lost track after the conga line. Needless to say, the pomegranate drinks did their job well.

His thumb immediately hit the call button, putting it to speakerphone as he undid his buttoned dress shirt. One ring, two rings, three… four… Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after a-

“Harry?” He could hear her whisper, and he held his breath. Is this a bad idea? She sounded like she was asleep and he brought his hands up to rub across his face. “Shit, m’sorry, I wasn’t thinkin’ about if you’d been asleep.” He started but Y/N was quick to cut him off. “No, m’not, I haven’t,” She sighed, starting her sentence again with an amused giggle. “I hadn’t been to sleep yet.”

Harry hummed, taking a seat on his bed for the remainder of the week. “Havin’ trouble?” He asked hesitantly. She snickered, propping her pillows upright so she could lean against them. “Something like that.”

There was a few seconds of silence, the both of them somehow content with the knowledge that the other was at least there.

“Did you have something to say, Harry?” She asked timidly, unsure why he was calling her at 2am. She could hear him take in a deep breath on the other line, and she sunk further into her bed as she waited anxiously.

“I really don’t have anything else to say.”

“Why? Because you said it all to a dog already?” She giggled out, the line on the other end going quiet, deathly quiet.

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“Did you mute me to laugh? Or were you just acting like I was funny this whole time?” She countered, her eyebrows furrowing.

A faint click was heard and Harry’s giggling voice rang through the phone again. “Shut up, Y/N, you don’t know me.” He laughed out, sighing as he relaxed on the bed. She giggled, pursing her lips as she thought of anything else to keep the conversation going. “Oh! How was the wedding?”

Harry hummed, exhaling as he prepared to answer. “S’tommorow, so we’ll be expected to be fully sober and prepared. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner, or party, or whatever they called it. M’hopin they’ll have more of that pomegranate drink they had tonight.” Y/N snickered, thankful they were on the phone so he couldn’t see the stupid grin plastered across her lips. “I wanted you here with me.” Y/N sighed at his admission, her eyes shutting closed as she laid on her bed. “I hope m’not keeping you up.” He spoke again, suddenly remembering there was a time zone difference. Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “No! No, you’re only an hour ahead, Harry. I’m technically keeping you up.”

“Have I mentioned how beautiful it is here? I know m’pretty trashed, but seriously. The pictures don’t do it justice.” She had seen the pictures, the sunsets, the meals, the giggly videos uploaded to a story she was somehow still allowed to see.

Y/N sighed, staring at her ceiling as she listened. “I can imagine, are you near the beach?” She hummed, tucking her legs up closer under the covers so she could turn slightly to look out her window; a true fashioned England thunderstorm was reaching its peak. “Well, I’ve got a slight view where our hotel is, but the wedding will be closer when we head that way tomorrow evening.” He hummed, finally laying in his own bed.

“Sounds amazing, Harry. It’s raining here, thundering, actually.” She sighed, her bottom lip tucking under her teeth as she looked to twirl her rings around her fingers. Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. There were a few nights that they spent together during a storm, some of the best time he’d argue they ever had. The house would inevitably get colder, and they’d have food prepared, movies downloaded and flashlights nearby. Harry would get a fire going in the fireplace, and they’d sit on the couch with all their snacks, waiting the storm out.

“I can imagine.” Harry repeated, a low rasp settling in his voice as exhaustion began to set in his body. “Y’ought to get some sleep, Y/N.” He sighed, reaching up to turn his light out.

“I’ve tried.” She murmured, clearing her throat after a moment of silence.

“Well, try again.” He hummed, setting an arm behind his head.

She snickered herself before laying back down in her bed, reaching up to turn her lamp off again. “Goodnight, Harry.”

Harry frowned, brows knitted together before uttering out, “Goodnight.” just before the call ended.

[also, this convo is subject to change and ill probably post a better sneak peek so lets just call this sneak peek 1/2]

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i'm back home which means! it's time for me to go absolutely nuts and post a h/azbin l/ucifer fic!! this features a few hc's ive seen going around, + a few of my own...

Lucifer sniffled as he stepped out of the shower, quickly grabbing the towel he’d set out beforehand and wrapping it tight around himself as a chill down his spine made him shiver. 

Damnit. He’d been hoping the shower would get rid of the slight feeling of offness he’d woken up to. 

Evidently, it hadn’t, which was never a good sign. Especially for someone like him. 

Dropping the towel onto the back of his couch, Lucifer started pulling on a pair of pants- 

A drop of water fell off of his still wet hair, landing directly on the tip of his nose. Lucifer froze, feeling an itch settle in. 

So this was how this was gonna be, huh. 

Lucifer sniffled again, rubbing his nose as the itch grew stronger, tensing up as the sensation of magic swirled up his arms. 

“Hh…Hh’Ntshiew!” The half stifle was enough to calm the buzzing in his nose down, at least temporarily, but Lucifer still remained stiff. He had felt his magic surge just now- but there had been no fire, no wings, no fireworks, and nothing around him seemed to have suddenly swapped colours, so what could possibly have- 

A sudden loud, distinctly Charlie-sounding shriek from downstairs made Lucifer jump up, snapping the rest of his clothes and hat on instantly as he opened a portal down to the hotel lobby. 

He stepped out to find that his daughter was up in the air in Vaggie’s arms, her girlfriend’s wings flapping frantically, while Angel Dust and Husk had climbed up onto the bar counter, which, Lucifer supposed that was all fair, considering- 

“What the fuck is a lion doing in the hotel lobby?” Angel Dust shouted, letting out a small noise of terror as the lion immediately turned it’s attention towards him. Lucifer winced, before putting on his usual showman’s smile, stepping forwards. 

“Don’t worry, I got it!” He said, making a show of twirling his cane in an overdramatic fashion before pointing it at the lion. 

The lion lunged at him. 

Lucifer let out a yelp, snapping his fingers instinctually, trapping the lion within a reasonably sized iron cage. There was silence for a moment, everyone glancing between him and the lion in the cage. Lucifer’s nose, unfortunately, twitched. 

“Hh…hehH-” 

“My, my, what is all this chaos so early in the morning?” There was a surge of radio static, and Alastor emerged from the shadows beside the cage, making the others jump and turn their attention to him as he tapped his microphone-cane against it. “Catching today’s dinner already?” 

Taking the opportunity that had been presented to him, Lucifer quickly took his hat off, twirled it- and used it to hide his face as he stifled two sneezes as quietly as he could, hoping that no magic side effects would slip through. 

“H’nNt! N’tch!” 

There was no magic sensation, thank goodness, and though it wasn’t satisfying in the slightest, it took the immediate urgency away, so Lucifer quickly returned his hat to his head before anyone could grow even the slightest bit suspicious- relieved to see that they were all still captivated by Alastor’s sudden appearance. 

“Alastor, we’re not going to eat a lion.” Charlie was set lightly back down onto the floor by Vaggie, and proceeded to walk over to the lion’s cage, keeping a healthy distance away as she observed it. “Maybe we can find some way to tame it…” 

“Ah, how unfortunate. I was somewhat looking forward to a dinner with a show.” Alastor said, leaning slightly on his cane. 

“A show?” Charlie asked, and then, to Lucifer’s horror, Alastor pointed at him. 

“Haha, what’re you looking at me for?” Lucifer asked, trying to ignore the various looks now directed his way. “You’re not expecting me to get in that cage are you? Cause, buddy, you’ll end up in there long before I will.” 

“Goodness no. I would never expect you to willingly endanger yourself.” Alastor said, the constant grin on his face somehow appearing even more smug than usual. “Though it admittedly would be fun to watch. No, the show I’m waiting on should be starting any minute now.” 

On cue, almost as if to spite him, Lucifer’s nose twitched again, the tickle flaring up. 

Fuck. He needed to leave this conversation now. Lucifer prided himself on his ability to sometimes stifle, but he knew full well that he was absolute shit at holding back. 

“W-well, I don’t know what you’re o-hH-...on about, but, but I’m just going to go… back to mhhy… my room-” He turned, fully planning on forming another portal but- 

“Not so fast.” Alastor suddenly appeared in front of him, and Lucifer’s breath caught. “The star performer can’t just leave when the show is about to start, now can they?” 

“W- watch mehH… hE’TCHshiew!!” Lucifer’s wings flew out, spreading wide, and Alastor quickly stepped back, giving him a wide berth to avoid getting hit. 

“Hh- hHIE’SChiiew!!” Ah, and of course there was the fire. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands as his breath hitched again, his wings tensing in preparation. Couldn’t it have just been the wings? Why was his body and magic suddenly pulling out the whole shebang? At this rate, next his magic will be pulling out the- the- 

“Hh’iETshh!” …Fireworks. “Hihh- haH- h’ETSHhiiew!!” And there was the fire again. He needed to get a handle on this, before he ended up damaging something, or worse- hurting someone. 

“Hh’TSHh! ‘Tch! HhIE’SCHiiew!!!” 

Fuck. 

“H’Ngtsh! Hehh… hH’IETChhiew!!” 

Double fuck. 

“HN’Tshiew! Hh- eT’SHhiew!!” 

Hells Bells, why couldn’t he fucking stop- 

“Hh- hihH….” The sudden sensation of cool metal resting just under the tip of his nose took him by surprise, shocking him just enough to send the tickle temporarily back into dormancy. His wings slumped slightly with relief, and Lucifer blearily opened his eyes to find that the metal was, in fact, Alastor’s microphone-cane. 

The demon himself was standing a good distance away from him though, of course, the cane held out at arms length, just enough to touch. After a brief second, Alastor pulled his cane back, shifting it to rest in the crook of his arm as he clapped slowly. 

“My, my, what a performance!” He laughed, ignoring the glare Lucifer directed at him, “Though it is a shame that the carpet ended up being an unfortunate bystander.” 

“Wha- oh, shit!” Sure enough, there were scorch marks on the carpet, evidently from the fire. If possible, Lucifer’s wings slouched further. “...Sorry, Charlie. I’ll uh, I’ll fix it up-” 

“It’s, ah, alright, dad.” Charlie sounded uncertain, and Lucifer turned to her to find that she was looking at him with concern. “Are, um. Are you alright?” 

“Of course!” He was definitely sure at this point that he wasn’t, but he couldn’t let his daughter know that. “It was just a little tickle-” 

“Little?” Husk’s voice sounded from behind the bar, and Lucifer finally realized that, at some point, the bartender and Angel Dust must have ran and hid behind the counter. Husk was now standing, leaning against it with an almost irritated expression, while Angel Dust was still crouched, as though he was ready to duck back down again. “It certainly didn’t seem ‘little’ to me. You’re sick.” 

“WhaAat? No. No, nu-uh, no I’m not.” Lucifer crossed his arms, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the room. Charlie let out a sigh. 

“Dad.” 

“I’m not sick!” Lucifer insisted, despite the Look the rest of the room was giving him. “I don’t- I can’t even get sick, I’m an angel- fallen sure, but still an angel-” 

“Vaggie can get sick, and she’s an angel.” Charlie argued. 

“...I’m an archangel?” 

“Outside of power levels, sir,” Vaggie said, moving to stand beside her girlfriend, also staring at Lucifer with concern. “Whether you’re an archangel or not doesn’t affect much in this matter.” 

Lucifer stared at the two of them, then at Alastor’s still smug looking grin, and then over at Husk and Angel Dust at the bar. After a beat, he sighed. 

“You guys aren’t going to believe me no matter what I say, are you.” At the various negative shaking of heads, he sighed again. “Thought so. Fine, so maybe I’m coming down with a cold or something. So what?” 

“Dad, you just almost burnt the floor to ashes.” Charlie said. Lucifer winced. 

“Well, I-”

“He was also responsible for our little lion problem this morning, I would assume.” Alastor suddenly added on, seemingly delighting in Lucifer’s panicked expression. Angel Dust finally stood up straight in shock at the revelation. 

“That’s why- Charlie, princess.” He said, “I think we’re going to have to either quarantine your dad, or build a bunker.” 

“I’m leaning towards the bunker.” Husk muttered, and Angel Dust smirked at him. Charlie pinched her brow in exasperation. 

“We’re not going to build a bunker.” She said, “Though… something like a quarantine isn’t that bad of an idea… Dad, go back to your room.” 

“Huh- but-” Lucifer couldn’t even get a word out. 

“Go back to your room and rest, dad.” Charlie insisted, “You seem… mostly fine now outside of the… incidents, but we don’t want whatever this is to be getting any worse.” 

…Lucifer supposed he could see the logic in that, even if this somewhat felt like he was being grounded by his own daughter. 

“Fine.” He said, snapping his fingers and re-opening the portal to his room. “Just, call me if you need anything, okay?” 

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine, you can just stay in bed all day today!” Charlie said, patting her father on his arm. “I’ll send Niffty up to your room with some tea later… Wait, where is she anyways?” 

“She’s in the lion cage.” Angel Dust deadpanned. 

“Niffty-” 

Lucifer stepped through the portal and let it close behind him before whatever chaos was about to begin could truly start to happen. After a moment of standing in silent debate, he shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his shoes, placed his hat onto the bedside desk, and flopped down onto his bed. 

He supposed having a rest day wouldn’t be so bad… 

…Ah, shit- 

“Hh’EITShhiew!!” 

There was a loud scream from downstairs, followed by a roar, followed soon after by a surprisingly loud shout of; “We’ve got this! Don’t you dare come down here dad!!”

Oh, right. He’d made that cage out of his magic, hadn’t he.

…Maybe Alastor was going to end up getting his ‘lion lunch’ after all.

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Ever been surfing?

Once, and I nearly fucking killed meself. We were in Hawaii and I said I must surf. Jesus, I been buying surfing records for years, you know, I’ve got to try it. So I rented a board and paddled out with all these other guys. The wahines were on the beach. Woodies. Surfer’s paradise, right? I look off in the distance and there’s a huge wave coming. I said to one of the guys, “What do I do?” And he said [Moon goes into a cool, anonymous American voice], “Well, okay, buddy, all you got to do when you see that wave there comin’, she hits boy she hits and you want to be travelling at relatively the same speed, so you paddle.” Perfectly logical. I said great. And then this solid wall of water came. All of a sudden this bloody thing hit me up the arse and I move from like doing two miles an hour to two hundred! I’m hanging on to the sides of the bloody board, y’see, and I hear: “Stand up, man!” Stand up? So I stand up and I look up and there’s water all around me, I’m in a great funnel, a great big sort of tube of water. And then I see the coral reef coming up. I’d only been on me feet for about two seconds, but it seemed like a fucking lifetime. Sod it! Sod it! I fell off, the wave crashed down on the reef, the board went backwards and then was thrown up in the air by the water. I surfaced, shook me ‘ead and relaxed. Then I looked up and saw this bloody board coming from about sixty feet in the air straight at me ‘ead. I went underwater and it went ssssshh-wwwoooom! I’ve got a bald patch ever since where it scraped me skull. Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha! Jan and Dean never told it like it really was. Certainly bloody didn’t!

Was it on this tour you had your infamous birthday party?

Yes. That’s how I lost me front tooth. In Flint, Michigan. We had a show that night. We were all around the ‘Oliday Inn pool. ‘Erman’s ‘Ermits and meself. I was 21 and they started giving me presents. Somebody gave me a portable bar and somebody else the portable booze. I’d started drinking about ten o’clock in the morning and I can’t remember the show. Then the record companies ‘ad booked a big room in the ‘otel, one of the conference rooms, for a party. As the hours went on, it got louder and louder, and everybody started getting well out of their minds, well stoned. The pool was the obvious target. Everybody started jumping in the pool with their clothes on.

The Premier Drum Company ‘ad given me a ‘uge birthday cake, with like five drums stacked up on top of each other. As the party degenerated into a slanging, I picked up the cake, all five tiers, and hurled it at the throng. People’d started picking up the pieces and ‘urling it about. Everybody was covered in marzipan and icing sugar and fruitcake. The manager ‘eard the fracas and came in. There it was, his great carpet, stained irrevocably with marzipan and fruitcake trodden in, and everybody dancing about with their trousers off. By the time the sheriff came in I was standing there in me underpants. I ran out, jumped into the first car I came to, which was a brand new Lincoln Continental. It was parked on a slight hill and when I took the handbrake off, it started to roll and it smashed straight through this pool surround [fence] and the whole Lincoln Continental went into the ‘Oliday Inn swimming pool, with me in it. Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!

So there I was, sitting in the eight-foot-six in the driver’s seat of a Lincoln Continental, underwater. And the water was pouring in—coming in through the bloody pedal ‘oles in the floorboard, you know, squirting in through the windows. In a startling moment of logical I said, “Well, I can’t open the doors until the pressure is the same…” It’s amazing ‘ow I remembered those things from my physics class! I knew I’d ‘ave to wait until the pressure was the same.

So I’m sitting there, thinking about me situation, as the water creeps up to me nose. Today I can think of less outrageous ways of going than drowning in a Lincoln Continental in a ‘Oliday Inn swimming pool, but at that time I ‘ad no thoughts of death whatsoever. There was none of that all-me-life-passing-before-me-eyes-in-a-flash. I was busy planning. I knew if I panicked, I’d ‘ave ‘ad it. So when there’s just enough air in the top of the car to take a gulp, I fill up me lungs, throw open the door and go rising to the top of the pool. I figured there’d be quite a crowd gathered by now. After all, I’d been down there underwater for some time. I figured they’d be so grateful I was alive, they’d overlook the Lincoln Continental. But no. There’s only one person standing there and ‘e’s the pool cleaner and 'e’s got to have the pool clean in the morning, and he’s furious.

So I went back to the party, streaming water, still in me underpants. The first person I see is the sheriff and he’s got ‘is ‘and on ‘is gun. Sod this! And I ran, I started to leg it out the door, and I slipped on a piece of marzipan and fell flat on me face and knocked out me tooth. Ah-ha-ha-Ha-Ha-Hahaha!

I spent the remainder of the night under the custody of the sheriff at a dentist’s. The dentist couldn’t give me any anesthetic because I was pissed out me mind. So ‘e ‘ad to rip out what was left of the tooth and put a false one in, and the next day I spent a couple of hours in the nick [jail]. The boys ‘ad chartered me a plane because they ‘ad to leave on an earlier flight. The sheriff took me out in the law car and he puts me on the plane and says [American accent], “Son, don’t ever dock in Flint, Michigan, again.” I said, “Dear boy, I wouldn’t dream of it.” And I was lisping around the new tooth, Ah-Haha Hahaha!

By now I’d learned ‘ow destructive we’d all been. During the merriment someone ‘ad upset all the fire extinguishers and turned them on all the cars in the car park. Six of them ‘ad to ‘ave new paint jobs; the paint all peeled off. We’d also destroyed a piano. Completely destroyed it. Reduced it to kindling. And don’t forget the carpet. And the Lincoln Continental in the bottom of the pool. So I got a bill for $24,000. Ah-Hahahaha! I wasn’t earning ‘alf that on the tour, and I’d spent everything by the time I’d got to Flint, Michigan. I was in debt up past me eyebrows before this ‘appened. Luckily, ‘Erman’s Ermits and the boys split it up, about 30 of us all gave a thousand dollars each. It was like a religious ceremony as we all came up and dropped a thousand dollars into a big ‘at and sent it off to the ‘Oliday Inn with a small compliments card with “Balls” written across it – and the words, “See you soon.” Ah-ha-ha-Ha-Ha-Ha Ha-ho-Hahaha!

How did the stuttering effect in “My Generation” evolve?

Pete had written out the words and gave them to Roger in the studio. He’d never seen them before, he was unfamiliar with the words, so when he read them through the first time, he stuttered. Kit was producing us then and when Roger stuttered, Kit said [Oxonian accent]: “We leave it in; leave in the stuttering.” When we realized what’d happened, it knocked us all sideways. And it happened simply because Roger couldn’t read the words.

So the Beachcombers was a surfing band, sort of?

Sort of. It relied on vocals more than instruments. As I’m a disgusting singer… I mean, the boys don’t let me sing. I don’t blame them. I sometimes forget meself and join in and they have to come down on me: “Moon… out!” I mean I even get sent offstage during “Behind Blue Eyes” just in case I forget meself. It’s the only number of the Who’s that really requires precise harmony. The rest of it’s all: Yeeeaaaahhhh-Magic-Bus!” We shout. It doesn’t matter. So they send me off during “Blue Eyes” because either I’m buggering about and I put the boys off or I try to sing and really put them off.

The wild adventures of driving a car into a pool/surfing in Hawaii (while he couldn’t even swim properly) in Keith’s own words🥺and I just realized that the stuttering in My Generation was because Roger couldn’t read Pete’s words initially lol

From Rolling Stone magazine interview

[hehkshew]

id love to request some sneezy An/gel on set!! Maybe Val is into it and Ala/stor takes care of him when he gets home? Up to you !

[LIGHT, CAMERA, ACTION!] (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1400 Words]

From the moment of waking up, Angel knew that this shoot was going to be hell. He’d woken up the way you never want to, congested, head pounding and sinuses clogged. He felt like shit.

Alastor had made a few remarks, subtle instances that he should just call out for the day and to not tempt fate anymore than he already was. But a contract was a contract, a minor head cold wasn’t something to write home about.

He could handle it.

But as he stood in the studio, glaring stage lights pounding in his head. He silently cursed himself for not just giving in and listening to Alastor’s suggestions.

Angel shouldn’t have come in, but as the saying goes. The show must go on.

And Valentino was making sure Angel stayed on set.

The outfit he was filming in was far too cold, most cases he’d be able to convince him to let him wear something cute and sexy. He’d kill to be wearing a robe right now. But instead, both sets of arms crossed over as he sniffled, feeling fucking freezing.

Angel giving a once over glance at the script on the table as he sighed. Nose scrunching with a slight hitch as he felt the annoying urge creeping up on him again. Rubbing his knuckled at the side of his nose to soothe the sensation, grimacing as he inhaled sharply.

“"Hh—hkshew! Hh… Eishiew!”

Sniffling, a slight scowl as he felt the way his nose subtly ran. Practically jumping out of his skin as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him to look at him.

“C’mon, Amorcito. You’re a pro, baby. You ready to show these fucks who’s the hottest?” Voice dripping with seduction. So sounding the same as normal.

That was Val’s wording of hurry the fuck up, the one he used when he was feeling a little nicer. Val had his moods, changes.

He knew why though, all too aware of Val’s little “kink” for seeing him like this. He was into everything, but seeing  him like that definitely did something.  Angels shoulders slumping with a sigh.

“I don’t feel good.” He grumbled, wiping his nose with his palm. Val taking his hand up as he wiped it with his robe.

“I don’t care.” He hissed, pausing with a grin. “You look adorable, chica. A few sneezes won’t ruin the scene. If anything it’ll make you look sexier, being all.” A gesturing hand wave at him, “Weak?”

“Thanks…”

As Valentino returned to the set, talking to the other co-workers Angel would be working with, Angel took a seat in his chair. Black with his name printed on the back of it, bringing his knees up towards his chest as he sighed tiredly. 

He’d definitely try do a damn good job on set, but that didn’t mean he was ecstatic about it. He tilted his head towards the modern Radio on one of the tables. Painted pink to match the sets. Eyes squinting as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, convinced he was seeing things as he saw the old piece of technology flicker.

Not thinking about it too hard as he was called over, everyone ready to start filming. Angel sniffling as he got onto the bed. Co-worker raising an eyebrow at him, noting his sick appearance. Angel shrugging back as if to ask what was he supposed to do about it.

Angel winced as the set lights flashed on brighter. Angel feeling his chest tighten with another hitch, turning his head sharply to the side with a harsh sneeze as suddenly the lights began to flicker.

Everyone glancing up in confusion as the distorted sound of crackling rang out from the radio. All light’s in the room going fully black for a moment as the air shifted. Light’s coming back on as Angel jumped, bad with a small yelp as Alastor suddenly right next to him.

“Ah! Satan, What the fuck-” 

Everyone froze.

Alastor.

Walking away from him as Alastor glanced around the room, slight grimace twinging at the corner of his mouth as he mentally tried to erase the imagery around of half the room shirtless. 

“Well, this was certainly expected.” He muttered, not pleased with the lack of clothes on everyone.

Valentino stiffened, Vox’s enemy, Valentino’s too, purely on the fact of knowing what it meant when he was here.

“Alastor.” Val remarked, crossing his arms as he stood tall. Thinking height was an intimidator. It wasn’t. 

“Valentino! I was just tuning in to my frequencies when I heard a bit of a disturbance? A little birdie telling me–” Alastor’s gaze sliding over to Angel, smiling softening for just a second before hardening. “–That one of your stars wasn’t quite feeling up to par today.”

Val groaned, brisling as his crossed arm stance got more agitated. “He’s fine. Just a little cold. He’s working, see?”

Alastors smile never wavering, but the room felt more tense as the sound of static buzzed through the studio, “Oh, I can see that.” He purred, a twist of his cane as he moved back over to the bed. “But you’ll forgive me if I perhaps use the chance to take one of your many workers out for a few? Hell knows you’ve got plenty other’s fit for the job.”

Before Val could even protest, The light’s flickering again harshly. Angel feeling a hand on his shoulder in the dark, not jumping this time as he felt a wave of relief. That The Radio Demon’s presence alone could lift the anxiety he felt.

As much as the idea of dealing with Valentino later did bother him, he knew Alastor wouldn’t let anything happening. And he truly didn’t feel well enough to give a damn. Getting guided up shakily as he allowed himself to be guided. Sniffling as he leant on Alastor, the two leaving the studio. 

─── ˚₊𓆩༺⛧🕷⛧༻𓆪₊˚ ───

How Alastor had thought letting Angel go to work like this was a sane idea in the slightest was beyond him, sighing with a twinge of regret for allowing it in the first place. Knowing he should’ve put his foot down from the first crunching sounding cough. 

But it was too late to fret on that now, the pair back at the Hotel. Alastor’s room for a change, his own private quarters away from prying eyes, any form of technology that would allowed certain overlords to lurk.

A proper break from everybody else.

He hummed gently, pulling the fallen blankets over Angel’s shoulders as his partner sipped at the tea he’d prepared. Hands with a subtle shake to them. But even with the congestion, Angel felt like he could finally breathe.

His head was still sore and it ached. But the warmth of the room, the lighting. Everything was just perfect. Alastor had made everything perfect— There were no glaring lights, no harsh noise of people talking.

Only comfort, quiet comfort.

As Alastor finished adjusting at the blankets, Angel blinked up at him with a soft smile, eyes drooped a little as he took another sip at the tea. 

Angel sniffled he shakily handed the cup to Alastor, the overlord putting it on the side as Angels eyes trailed to the bed. “Ya’ didn’t have to do that for me, y’know.” He said, voice low and hoarse. “Val’s just bein’ Val, I coulda handled it.”

He moved back on Alastor’s bed, an invitation for his partner to sit by him. One that was accepted as Alastor hummed, the two next to each other as Angel rested his head on him. Taking a moment to speak.

“Oh, I have no doubt you could’ve, but would you? You don’t need to suffer when I’m here, Darling.”

Angel blushed, more evident with fever as his persona faltered. Remark dying on his lips as his breath hitched with an irritating tickle, nose flaring as he brought his wrist to his nose.

“Hh–HkShh’!”

Blinking with an amused smile as he brought his hand to Angel’s hair, cold hand running down it and down his back, “Bless you, Dear.”

Angel sniffled, small groan as he leaned further into Alastor, “... Guh, I hate being sick.”

“If it’s any good to you, I do find you rather adorable when you’re like this.”

Rolling his eyes as he flopped down, head resting on Alastor’s lap as he blinked up at him tiredly, “Yeah, well, I ain’t feelin’ so adorable.” 

A small breath of a laugh as he shook his head, expecting a comment like that.

“... But Thanks, for gettin’ me outta there.” He said softly.

Alastor’s eyes glinting, a look more tender than he’d usually display. Moving his hand across Angel’s face, brushing through the odd stray loose hairs.

“Anytime, Darling.”

As Angels eyes began to close, at last he could finally relax.