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Work In Progress Wednesday:

I was tagged by @grownupchangeling like forever ago, and said I’d do it “next Wednesday” but kept forgetting, hahaha. (Thanks for the tag, though, it helped motivate me to actually write some stuff :P)

Tagging: @i-write-sin-not-tragedy @luciferfemme @cornix-the-void-crow @stargazing-enby and anyone else who wants to do it! :3

This is another installment of Raze Hell. (It’s either the second or the third; I haven’t decided what order I want this and another WIP in.)

Content Warning: Angel Dust-typical sexual humor, Alastor-typical threats of violence

Vaggie let out a sound that Alastor deemed more annoying than amusing, which was his cue to interrupt her little tantrum. “I could always provide a more permanent solution,” he offered. “It is my responsibility as hotelier to protect the Hazbin and its occupants!” “No,” Vaggie grumbled. “It’d make the hotel look bad to have one Fallen Exorcist as a manager, then kill another in cold blood. Like Charlie’s giving me special treatment.” “Oh, I’m sure Charlie gives you some real special treatment-” “The point,” Vaggie said firmly, cutting Angel off before he could elaborate on the double entendre. “Is that we can’t condemn Raze just for being an ex-Exorcist.” “Or for being annoying,” she added. “I was an Exorcist, and you’re being annoying right now, but we’re still allowed to stay here.” Husk tried and failed to stifle a laugh. Angel shot him an exaggerated look of betrayal and sent matching one-fingered salutes to both Husk and Vaggie. Alastor watched the exchange like it was a three-player ping pong game. Niffty was still glued to the window.

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(Un)Welcome Guest

WIP Game

Aha, you have chosen the next Raze Hell fic!

This is the same fic I posted for the WIP Wednesday you tagged me in. The gist of it is: Raze keeps showing up to the hotel, most of the residents are not pleased with this, nobody knows what to do about it.

Well, one person has an idea. Two ideas, technically, but one of them got shot down. Twice. No murder, Alastor.

Content Warning: Discussion of canon-typical violence, but it’s so brief it barely counts.

Charlie groaned. “I know. Fuck, I’m sorry, I should’ve been there-” “To do what, exactly?” “What?” “Yes, what would you have done to stop Raze?” “I… well…” she stammered. “Nothing. You would’ve done nothing.” “I could’ve been there for moral support at least!” she protested. Alastor’s grin took on a sharper edge. “Which is to say, effectively, nothing.” “You and Vaggie have decided, using your bottomless benevolence and infamous public relations prowess, that nothing is the best course of action.” He placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “I’m here to suggest  something.” “I’m not going to kill Raze, Alastor,” she said, promptly removing said hand from her shoulder. “And I’m not giving you permission to kill them either.” “That’s not the something I had in mind, dear.” “Oh?” She perked up at that, and Alastor resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yes, yes, Alastor has a plan that doesn’t involve murder; call the presses and break out the champagne to celebrate this once-in-a-lifetime moment!