Hi! You can call me Raine. I use She/They pronouns!
My Ao3 is the same user as it is here! (rainelovesfandomshit) I tend to write identity focused things, not really big, dramatic things, but more so how dramatic things change people, I'd say?
If I follow you, don't feel any pressure to follow me back. Just 'cause I like your stuff doesn't mean you gotta like mine!
All my fics are below the cut, but I don't always post about them on tumblr. If you only follow me here, then be sure to check this post every now and then for links to new stuff.
I am above 18, but below 30. I made this account so I could write smut and omegaverse stuff without my family and friends seeing it (they know my main). I am aceflux and I can't always write smut, so my updates will likely be very sporadic.
All to say, MINORS DNI.
If you do, then that is not my responsibility for what you see. I will not censor myself because some people might be too young for it, it is their / their parents fault if they see something bad.
Fandoms:
Hazbin Hotel (Specifically Vox and Lucifer. Mostly Vox)
Horizon (Both Zero Dawn and Forbidden West)
The Owl House
The Amazing Digital Circus
Kpop Demon Hunters
Gravity Falls
I mostly expect to post about Hazbin, because that's what I'm hyperfixated on atm, but I might post about these other things.
Fics:
My one-shot/shorts collection! (Mostly smut)
Like You Did Before
(Smut, Vox/Alastor, Bottom Vox, Omegaverse, 4.7k words, title from Don't You Forget Reprise)
It's been a while, I've missed that smile
(Will be smut, Vox/Alastor, Bottom Vox, Omegaverse, 6.1k words, title from More than Anything)
The Day We Met
(No smut, Vox/Lucifer, 1.4k words, title from Hear my Hope)
Split Screen (Series)
You've Forgotten Who We Are
(15/16 chapters so far, 47k words, posted here and on ao3, no smut, title slightly altered from Easy)
"After Vox’s head gets reattached, he deletes his memories of the last fifty years, to right before the moment Alastor had rejected him. Now Vox from the 70s is fifty years in the future, roommates with people he doesn’t remember, a body that is different than it was before, and an enemy who, last time he’d checked, was his friend."
Two of a Kind (Series)
Alastor and Vox are soulmates. Vox thought that was the beginning of their story. Alastor thought it was the end. What happens when they're forced together by something neither of them asked for?
Not Everything is Spelled in Ink
(5/9 chapters so far, 16k words, posted here and on ao3, no smut, title from You Didn't Know)
"When Vox discovered that Alastor was his soulmate, he thought it made perfect sense.
Radio and television. The past and the future of entertainment. Two ambitious sinners destined to stand at the top.
Alastor disagreed.
The moment their bond clicked into place, Alastor walked away, and over the years, indifference curdled into rivalry.
Now they're enemies.
Unfortunately for both of them, the universe still insists they're soulmates.
-
A dangerous heat forces two estranged soulmates to face a bond neither of them wants."
After All These Years (Series)
Vox thought he'd met an unusually kind stranger.
Lucifer thought he'd made a new friend.
Neither of them realized that one rainy afternoon in a coffee shop would quietly change the rest of their lives.
A series about friendship, healing, love, and finding the one person who lets you stop pretending.
The Day We Met
(one-shot, 1.4k words, posted on ao3, title from Hear my Hope)
"On the twentieth anniversary of the worst day of his afterlife, Vox orders a cup of coffee he doesn't even like.
A stranger orders the sweetest hot chocolate on the menu.
This is the story of how Vox and Lucifer met."
2. Say my Name
(one-shot, 1.5k words, posted on ao3, title from Vox Populi- Lucifer's part)
"A week after meeting a charming stranger in a coffee shop, Vox attends his first royal gala.
The charming stranger turns out to be the King."
3. Just A Man
(one-shot, 2.3k words, posted on ao3, title from EPIC)
"Vox knows how to deal with powerful people.
Deals. Negotiations. Favors. Everything has a price.
What he doesn’t know how to handle is Lucifer Morningstar, King of hell, sitting across from him in a coffee shop and genuinely wanting to spend time together."
4. Where It Might Lead
(one-shot, 2.4k words, posted on ao3, title from The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives)
"Lucifer doesn't like sinners.
Vox keeps giving him reasons to question why.
or
Lucifer's perspective of their first three meetings."
My requests are open!
Doesn't mean I'll always do it, but if I like the idea I might.
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Chapter 5 of Not Everything is Spelled in Ink is out now!
Summary:
When Vox discovered that Alastor was his soulmate, he thought it made perfect sense.
Radio and television. The past and the future of entertainment. Two ambitious sinners destined to stand at the top.
Alastor disagreed.
The moment their bond clicked into place, Alastor walked away, and over the years, indifference curdled into rivalry.
Now they're enemies.
Unfortunately for both of them, the universe still insists they're soulmates.
-
A dangerous heat forces two estranged soulmates to face a bond neither of them wants.
Chapter under cut! (2.6k words)
The office fell quiet.
Alastor's answer lingered in the space between them.
“I... I don't know.”
Vox studied him.
Three days.
Three days since he'd walked out of the Hazbin Hotel with everyone convinced he was a monster.
Three days since Alastor had looked at him with something that had felt terrifyingly close to disgust.
Three days spent telling himself he didn't care.
His body, unfortunately, had refused to cooperate.
He hadn't slept properly since leaving the hotel.
Not because of the accusations; he'd been called worse over the years.
Manipulator.
Coward.
Backstabber.
Monster.
He'd survived every one of them.
No, what kept dragging him awake every hour wasn't the hotel.
It was the silence.
Every time he drifted off, he'd wake with the same dull ache somewhere deep inside his chest, as though something was pulling on a thread he couldn't see.
The first night he'd ignored it.
The second he'd blamed the aftermath of his heat.
By the third, even he had stopped pretending.
Something about the bond was wrong.
Or perhaps, more accurately, something about being apart was.
His instincts hated it.
His screen flickered without warning whenever the ache became particularly sharp. Static crept across his screen in brief bursts before disappearing again. The lights in his office had dimmed twice. One conference call had ended with three city blocks losing power after he'd lost his temper with a supplier.
Velvette had noticed.
Of course she had.
She'd begun appearing in his office every few hours under increasingly transparent excuses.
“Need your opinion on this campaign.”
“Does this logo look stupid?”
“Come have lunch.”
She never mentioned the fact that he wasn't eating much.
Never commented on the way he'd stopped leaving the tower.
Never asked why he'd spent most nights asleep on the couch in his office instead of the penthouse upstairs.
She simply stayed nearby.
Valentino, on the other hand, had all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.
“The hell's wrong with you?”
“You look like shit.”
“Are you sick?”
Vox had answered every question the same way.
“I'm fine.”
He wasn't.
Not physically, and not emotionally either.
Because the bond wasn't actually the worst part.
The worst part had lasted perhaps five seconds.
Five stupid, impossible seconds after waking beside Alastor.
For those five seconds, before either of them had fully understood what had happened...
He'd allowed himself to hope.
Not that they'd mated.
Not even that they'd become soulmates.
But that maybe- just maybe- the universe had decided to give them another chance.
Then Alastor had looked at him.
Horror.
Pure, unmistakable horror.
That expression had replayed in his mind with irritating consistency ever since.
So he'd done what he always did.
He'd buried it.
Worked.
Ignored the bond.
Ignored the ache.
Ignored every foolish part of himself that still wanted something it had absolutely no business wanting.
And then The Radio Demon had walked into his lobby. To apologize.
Vox hadn't expected that.
He wasn't entirely sure what to do with it now.
His gaze returned fully to Alastor, who still hadn't looked away.
He looked... tired.
Not simply exhausted.
Smaller, somehow.
As though apologizing had cost him something.
Vox knew Alastor well enough to recognize that it probably had.
And Alastor didn't know.
Of all the answers Vox had expected, that one hadn't even made the list.
He'd expected anger.
Deflection.
Sarcasm.
Maybe another argument.
Not ‘I don't know’.
It kept replaying in his head as the silence stretched across his office.
Because Alastor always knew.
He always had an opinion.
Always had an angle.
Always had some carefully rehearsed speech waiting behind that infuriating smile.
Except this time.
This time, Vox had watched him search for an answer and fail to find one.
It should have been satisfying.
Instead, it left him confused, because if Alastor no longer knew what to make of him, then what exactly had changed?
“That's probably the most honest thing you've ever said to me.” He commented after minutes of silence.
“It was unpleasant.”
“Yeah, I could tell.”
Alastor’s ears flicked once. It was the only sign he’d even heard Vox’s observation for a solid minute. “I… don’t make much of a habit of it.” Alastor admitted eventually.
“No, you really don’t.” Vox agreed dryly.
Silence settled over the office again, but this time it wasn’t hostile.
Just unfamiliar.
He didn’t think he’d ever felt this… neutral towards Alastor.
Like his preconceived notions about Alastor were gone, and now he wasn’t sure what to think of his soulmate.
Once, it had been pure yearning for his soulmate- for the person who was supposed to understand him better than anyone.
Then it had been anger at being rejected for no reason.
But now, both of those assumptions had been both thrown out of whack and unbalanced.
Alastor wasn’t a person who he would ever be close with- not after everything they’d been through- but he wasn’t an enemy like Vox had previously thought of him as.
The man who was his enemy wasn’t the same person who now sat in front of him. Well, they were, but his interpretation of the person had been flipped on its head, so they seemed like entirely different people even when they weren’t.
He was still struggling to see them as one in the same.
Vox folded his hands together on his lap. “Alright.” Alastor straightened slightly. “You apologized.”
“I did.”
“And I accept it.”
Alastor’s face didn’t change, but Vox felt a sense of relief come off of him anyway.
“You’re relieved that I accepted your apology?”
Alastor looked faintly annoyed. “How…?”
“You can’t hide emotions from each other as bonded soulmates. It only kicked in as the bond settled a little bit, so you didn’t feel it last time you saw each other.” Velvette helpfully explained. “I spent a lot of time researching this when Vox got back.”
“That’s… annoying.”
“Yeah, that’s gonna get old fast.” Vox agreed. “But thanks, Vette.”
“Just looking out for you.” She said quietly, like she was trying to stop Alastor from hearing it. “Now what?”
“We clear my name. I refuse to let people think I’m a… that. It’d be awful for my reputation. And then we figure out what to do next.”
“How?”
“Publicly. I want you to tell everyone at the hotel what happened. What you did. In front of the princess, her girlfriend, Husk, Angel, your little maid, Lucifer-” Vox felt Alastor’s slight disgust through the bond for a moment, but he continued without acknowledging it. “-and anyone else I may have forgotten.”
“Cherri’s the only one you forgot, but she’s not fully a resident. She just hangs around all day.”
“And Cherri then.”
“Fine. I’ll do it.” Alastor grimaced without dropping his smile. “To the hotel then?”
“Yup. Velvette, you coming?”
“Is that even a question?”
Vox smiled at her. “Then we’ll have to drive.”
“Why?” Alastor asked.
“Velvette can’t teleport yet. She’s still learning.”
“I can do it!” She paused. “…sometimes.”
“Not reliably though.” Vox commented.
“Shut up!” She snapped. “Also, I call shotgun.”
“Can’t we just teleport? Does she have to come with us?”
Velvette glared at Alastor. “Bitch, there is no fucking way I’m leaving Vox alone with you. He may have accepted your apology, but that doesn’t mean I did.”
“Good thing I didn’t apologize to you then.”
She looked just about ready to kill him as they walked to the elevator.
A few minutes later, they were in the car. Vox had chosen a smaller vehicle, one that didn’t stand out as VoxTech property, but was still safe.
With Velvette having claimed shotgun, she got the passenger seat, while Alastor was forced to sit in the back. Vox drove.
They were completely silent while they drove over to the hotel, and the feelings of awkwardness were doubled by both his and Alastor’s emotions.
Eventually, Velvette cracked. “This sucks dick.”
“No shit.” Vox muttered.
“No, seriously, you two are somehow making me uncomfortable.”
“You have my sincerest apologies.” Alastor rolled his eyes as he spoke.
“Don’t apologize to me.” She snapped back at him. Then she squinted. “...Actually, maybe keep apologizing. It’s weird. I kinda like it.”
Vox almost laughed, and he felt a wave of confusion from Alastor.
The rest of the drive passed in relative silence. Not peaceful, but not quite as uncomfortable as it had been earlier either.
The city rolled by outside the windshield.
Neon billboards, street signs, and traffic lights that most people- including Vox- ignored. After all, it was hell.
By the time the silhouette of the Hazbin Hotel appeared between the buildings, the lump in Vox's throat had returned.
Vox slowed the car to a stop in the mostly empty parking lot.
The hotel still looked the same as it always had, strange architecture and all.
Warm lights glowed through the windows, music drifted faintly onto the street, and someone inside laughed.
A week prior, he’d arrived inside expecting to save a life and leave.
Four days after that, he’d left while people called him a monster.
Nothing about the building reflected that- it stood as it always had.
It didn’t reflect what he felt, and he hated it for that.
No one moved for a solid thirty seconds while he stared up at the hotel.
Then Velvette grabbed his shoulder, startling him, and spoke quietly. “You okay?”
“Not exactly.”
“Good.”
“What?”
“If you said you were fine, I’d know you’re lying.”
After another thirty seconds of silence, Alastor got out of the car on the driver’s side and stood outside Vox’s door, waiting.
He still let Vox open the door on his own, but he stood there quietly anyway.
Vox wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean.
Vox finally opened the door.
The moment his feet touched the pavement, the bond shifted into something like recognition.
Alastor was standing beside him.
Not behind him, not ahead of him.
Beside him.
Vox hated that he noticed, and that some part of him appreciated it. He hated even more that Alastor may have noticed that he appreciated it through the bond.
“Ready?” Velvette asked.
“No.”
She nodded. “Good enough.”
Vox looked at her. “That's your motivational speech?”
“You want a better one?”
“...No.”
“Yeah. Thought so.”
Alastor adjusted his coat. “Shall we?”
Vox looked at the hotel doors, and instead of saying anything, he just walked towards them.
Alastor made it to the door first, and stepped inside in sync with Vox, Velvette just two steps behind them.
Conversation stopped.
Charlie looked up first. “...Alastor?” Relief flooded her face as she hurried across the lobby. “You're back!”
Then she saw who had walked in beside him.
The smile vanished. “...Vox.”
Vaggi was already on her feet before Charlie reached them.
Angel and- who he assumed was Cherri- straightened on the couch.
Husk looked up from the bar.
Niffty froze halfway through dusting a lamp.
Even Lucifer glanced at them, but then went back to reading the book in his hands.
Silence spread through the room. It wasn't the welcoming kind.
More like right before someone threw the first punch.
Velvette sighed. “Oh, for fuck's sake.”
Alastor stepped forward before anyone else could speak. “There is a misunderstanding that requires correction.”
Charlie's brow furrowed. “...What?”
“Vox did not force himself upon me.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The silence somehow became even heavier.
Angel was the first to break it. “...What?”
Charlie looked back and forth between them for a moment. “I… I don’t understand.”
Vaggi’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about? It was pretty clear.”
Husk slowly set the glass he was polishing down.
Alastor answered all of them and none of them at the same time. “The mating happened while neither of us were capable of giving informed consent. Neither of us bears more responsibility than the other.”
Charlie’s already pale face drained of what little colour it had.
Angel’s expression changed completely.
Cherri, who hadn’t been aware of the situation, glanced around the lobby looking for an explanation.
Vaggi frowned. “...Then why didn’t you say that?”
“Because I was… mistaken.”
“I…” Charlie looked at Vox- really looked at him- back at Alastor and then back at Vox. “...You tried to tell us.”
Vox shrugged. “I did.”
“Oh fuck.” Angel muttered from the couch, rubbing one of four hands on the back of his neck. “...Seriously?”
Vox made eye contact with the porn star and nodded.
“Shit.”
“So…” Vaggi looked directly at Alastor. “You just let us all assume the worst. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Because I believed you were correct. I didn’t understand what had happened, so I went with the obvious assumption.” He looked at Vox for only a moment. “I was wrong.”
No one spoke.
Even Vaggi seemed momentarily unsure what to do with such a straightforward admission. “That doesn’t excuse it.” She finally said.
I like how half of my readers are the little angels on my shoulder (wrap that man in a blanket and hand him off to his loved ones for comfort) and the other half are the devils on my shoulders (here are ten ways to make his situation worse).
I love them both equally. Don’t worry, I will feed both of them well
AI witch hunt is fucked up. (Saw the post about the fic comment in the suggested communities)
People are just wanting reasons to morally justify blind hatred, and it's not okay.
Thanks. I really agree with you there.
Even if you think a fic is AI, never leave a comment about it. Just close the tab and don't leave kudos. There is no reason to hate on anyone on the internet if they're not causing active harm, especially if you're not sure if they did use AI. Accusing someone who didn't do anything wrong is an awful thing to do. I'm so glad I blocked them and they don't get to see my stuff anymore.
"After Vox’s head gets reattached, he deletes his memories of the last fifty years, to right before the moment Alastor had rejected him. Now Vox from the 70s is fifty years in the future, roommates with people he doesn’t remember, a body that is different than it was before, and an enemy who, last time he’d checked, was his friend.
Basically, Vox dies and is replaced by a version of himself from 50 years ago."
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The bedroom was quiet.
Just quiet.
Vincent had stopped trying to decide whether that was a good thing.
Another marine biology book rested open across his lap, though this time he was actually reading it.
“...Hammerhead sharks possess nearly three hundred and sixty degrees of vision due to the lateral placement of their eyes…”
He hadn't known that.
He reached for the pencil resting on the bedside table and underlined the sentence before scribbling a note in the margin.
Ask if this applies to bonnetheads too.
The thought made him smile.
He wasn't entirely sure who he expected to ask.
Shock.Wav probably wasn't much of a conversationalist.
Closing the book just enough to keep his place, Vincent glanced toward the bedroom door.
Still closed.
He stared at it for a moment before catching himself.
Old habits.
His attention drifted back to the page.
Outside, Vee Tower buzzed with its usual rhythm.
Phones rang somewhere several floors below.
An elevator chimed.
Someone argued loudly in the hallway before being told to ‘take it somewhere else’.
Life.
Normal life.
It was strange how quickly he'd begun recognizing the building's little sounds.
The realization should have unsettled him.
Instead, it was oddly comforting.
A knock sounded against the door.
Vincent looked up.
His heart still jumped.
Not as violently as yesterday.
Just enough to remind him that fear didn't disappear overnight.
“Come in.”
The handle turned.
This time, when the door opened, he didn't instinctively look for a silver drive.
He realized that only after the thought had already passed.
Funny.
Yesterday, that would've been the first thing he'd searched for.
Today, he'd looked at the person standing in the doorway first.
He still looked for the drive, but only after checking who it was.
Velvette leaned against the doorway instead of instantly coming inside. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Her gaze wandered around the room before settling on the stack of books on his bedside table. “Jesus.” She muttered.
Vincent followed her eyes. “What?”
“You’ve nearly emptied the library.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“I didn’t mean it literally, dumbass.”
“Oh.”
“How many have you read?”
“So far, it’d be nine. I’m just starting the tenth.”
“How do you not get bored?”
“Because it’s sharks?”
She rolled her eyes. “Nevermind. Stupid question.” She smiled. “Pop quiz; give me a fun fact about sharks from… this book.” She said, pointing to one of the ones on the bottom of the pile.
He smirked. “Easy. Sharks are older than trees.”
“Is that actually true, or did you just make it up?”
“I’d never make something up about sharks! They’re cool enough without bullshit ‘facts’.”
“Okay… then what’s another thing they’re older than?”
“Saturn’s rings.”
“Oh, you’re shitting me!” She laughed. “There’s no way that’s true!”
“It is! I’ll find it, give me a moment!” He said, pulling out the books.
“Don’t bother, I can voogle it.” She said, pulling out her phone. “Hey voogle, are sharks older than trees and Saturn’s rings?”
“Yes, sharks are older than both trees and Saturn’s rings.” The automated voice replied. “Sharks appeared around 450 million years ago while the earliest known trees evolved around 385 million years ago. Current evidence suggests that Saturn’s rings may be as young as 10 million-”
Velvette swiped her phone’s screen while smiling. “Okay, okay, I get it, I was wrong.”
“See?” Vincent smiled in victory.
“Don’t.”
“You doubted the sharks!” He sing-songed.
“No, I doubted you.”
Vincent leaned back against the bedframe, still smiling faintly.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The silence wasn't heavy anymore.
Just... there.
Velvette exhaled through her nose and slipped her phone back into her pocket.
“…Okay.”
Vincent tilted his head. “Okay?”
“I can't believe I just got humbled by a shark fact.”
“You were doubting the sharks.”
“I was doubting you.”
“Still counts.”
“It really doesn't.”
He shrugged, unconcerned. “It kind of does.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was no heat behind it.
Then she looked around the room again, like she was remembering why she had come here in the first place. “…You always just sit here reading?”
Vincent glanced at the book in his lap. “Mostly.”
“Do you ever do anything else?”
“I walked to the window yesterday.”
“That’s not a hobby, that’s basic movement.”
“I also blink.”
“Wow. Multitalented.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
Velvette let out a small huff of laughter, then moved toward the bed and flopped down on the edge of it without asking.
The mattress dipped.
Vincent looked at her, then at the spot she had claimed.
“Are you going to leave?”
“No.”
That seemed to settle it.
Velvette leaned back on her hands, staring at the ceiling for half a second before declaring: “This is boring. C’mon, let’s go watch a movie at my place.”
“Sure. What movie?”
Her face lit up. “Oh, I have a good one in mind.”
They ended up watching Cruella, which was apparently one of Velvette’s all time favourite movies.
Halfway through the film, he wasn’t sure why. Beyond the fact that the main character was a fashion designer, he didn’t really see why she liked it.
Then came the fire scene, and… well. Yeah, he liked the movie after that.
He knew it wasn’t intentional on Velvette’s part, but he really enjoyed the theme of becoming a different person.
More specifically, he liked that it was a choice for both Estella and Cruella. Vincent may not have gotten that choice, but he was glad that Estella, Cruella, and Vox did.
He wasn’t sure if it was the same thing- Estella didn’t actually die like Vox did- but the thought lingered anyway.
All he could do was hope that he wasn’t becoming a worse version like Estella did.
Just as the movie ended, the doorbell rang. Velvette opened it, and Valentino stepped in with a gift bag in his hand.
“Vinny!” Val said as he walked in. “Velvette and I got you something.”
“Oh?”
For a moment, he was scared of it being the drive.
But something in him knew that that wasn’t the case.
He opened the bag slowly anyways.
But instead of a silver drive, there was a cyan box with a picture of a phone on it.
“Surprise!” Velvette practically shouted. “We got you a phone!”
Vincent stared at the box for a second longer than he meant to.
A phone.
Not the drive.
Not anything sealed, or locked, or hidden.
Just… a phone.
He reached in carefully and lifted it out of the packaging.
It was new. Clean. The screen was dark and untouched.
He turned it slightly in his hands, expecting something to be written on it. “…Why?”
Velvette leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. “Because you need one.”
Vincent looked down at it again.
It felt strange holding something that wasn’t tied to Vox. Not scratched from years of use. Not already filled with someone else’s habits.
Just empty.
“…Shouldn’t I just use Vox’s phone?”
The words left him before he could really decide to say them.
The room went quiet.
Not the comfortable kind.
Valentino straightened immediately. “No.”
Velvette spoke at the same time. “Absolutely not.”
Vincent blinked. “…Okay.”
Val exhaled through his nose, like he was trying to push the reaction back down. “That’s not.. no. That’s not happening.”
Velvette pushed off the doorframe and walked closer, grabbing the box and forcing it shut a little too firmly. “That’s not even a question.”
Valentino’s voice softened, but there was no hesitation in it. “That stays with Vox.”
The name landed heavier than usual.
Vincent lowered his gaze back to the phone in his hands. “…Right.”
A pause.
Velvette sighed, rubbing her temple. “You’re not using anything that still has his life sitting in it, okay?”
Vincent nodded slowly. “Okay.”
That seemed to settle it for them, but not quite for him.
He turned the phone over once more.
“…What do I do with it, then?”
Velvette snatched the manual out of the box and tossed it onto the bed beside him. “Start with turning it on.”
“We’ll set it up. It’s yours.” Val added, a little more gently.
Vincent pressed the power button.
The screen lit up.
Blank.
Not someone else’s history.
Just… possibility.
It felt almost intimidating after four days of living in someone else’s shadow.
But it also felt freeing, in a strange way. Good, but strange.
The phone chimed softly and a setup screen appeared.
“Okay, first thing’s first.” Velvette said, reaching over and grabbing it from him. “Language. Obviously English, unless you want something else.”
“I only speak English.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
She tapped the screen quickly.
Vincent watched the motion carefully. “Is that how you control it?”
“It’s one way.”
“There are more?”
Valentino snorted quietly from the other side of the couch. “You’re in for a long afternoon.”
Vincent processed that without looking up. “Noted.”
Velvette flicked through another screen. “Wi-Fi… Don’t worry about that, I’ll handle it later. You don’t need to think about routers.”
“I think about most things I interact with.”
“That’s your first mistake.”
Vincent tilted his head slightly. “Mistake?”
“Forget I said that.”
Another screen appeared, this one asking if he already had an account associated with VoxTech.
Velvette leaned over and clicked ‘no’. He tried not to think about that too much.
Then it asked for a name.
He quietly put in ‘Vincent’ while they watched over his shoulders. He glanced at them for approval, and Val smiled at him slightly while Velvette nodded.
He typed in a password that he trusted he wouldn’t forget. It was his birthday. Something Vox and him still shared.
He didn’t let Velvette or Valentino see what he’d put. They still didn’t need to know how old he was.
Finally, it opened to the homescreen.
He tapped the screen once.
A ripple of motion.
Then several icons appeared.
He didn’t recognize most of them.
“They’re… all different things?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Velvette looked at him like he’d asked why water was wet. “Because it’s a phone.”
“That doesn’t explain anything.”
“It explains everything, actually.”
Vincent stared at it longer.
Then carefully tapped one icon.
It opened immediately.
Bright. Loud. Moving.
He watched the screen.
Something about it felt like standing too close to an aquarium again. Like something large existed behind the glass of it, except this time the glass was a screen.
He closed the app.
Velvette helped him set a background, and he chose a coral reef with a tiger shark in the background.
Then, slowly, more carefully, he tapped a different icon.
This one didn’t play sound immediately.
It opened to a blank field.
“...What is this one?”
“Messages. Here, let me add our numbers.” Velvette said, snatching the phone from his hand again.
“Numbers?”
“Yeah. Everyone is assigned a number when they make an account, and if you have someone’s number, then you can message their phone directly.”
“Privately?”
“Unless it’s a group chat, then yeah. Here I’ll make a new group chat between the three of us.”
Part of him wanted to ask why they didn’t just add him to the old group chat that Vox would’ve been in- surely they would have one- but another part of him was grateful that they’d made a new one instead. He wasn’t sure why either part felt the way it did.
Vincent looked back down at the phone.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard.
He didn’t press anything for a moment.
Then, slowly, he typed:
Hello.
He paused, then added:
This is Vincent.
The message was sent immediately.
A small sound chimed from Velvette’s phone. She pulled it out, glanced at it, then smiled. “Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You type like a ransom note.”
Vincent frowned slightly. “It’s grammatically correct.”
“That’s not the problem.”
Valentino checked his own phone, then gave a small, approving hum. “At least he doesn’t abbreviate everything.”
“I could abbreviate.” Vincent said.
“Don’t.” Velvette replied instantly.
He nodded. “Okay.”
He typed again.
What do I do now?
It took him far too long to find the question mark, and they both stared at him awkwardly while he fiddled with the phone.
Velvette leaned over, read it, and sighed like the question was physically exhausting. “You stop holding it like it’s going to explode.”
“I’m not holding it like that.”
“You are emotionally holding it like that.”
“You’ll figure it out.” Val interrupted. “Just mess around with it. It’s not going to hurt you.”
Vincent looked at him. Then at Velvette. Then back at the phone.
Slowly, he nodded. “Alright.”
He opened another app.
Closed it.
Opened the camera.
Stared at his own reflection on the screen for a long moment without speaking.
“…It shows me.”
“Yep.” Velvette said.
“That’s… very immediate.”
“You’re gonna hate selfies.”
“I don’t know what that is.”
“You will.”
He tilted the phone slightly and watched how the image shifted with him. It felt less like a mirror and more like a version of himself that had learned to flatten into light.
Eventually, Velvette took the phone from him. “Okay. That’s enough brain expansion for today.”
“I didn’t feel expansion.”
“That’s because it’s happening internally.”
“That sounds unsafe.”
“It’s not.”
Valentino checked the time on his own phone. “You should get some rest.”
Vincent glanced at the time on his own phone. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“You’ll get used to it.” She said.
Vincent looked down at it. “…It doesn’t feel like Vox’s.”
“Good.”
Velvette just nodded once. “Yeah.” She looked a little sad about it, but not entirely so.
They brought him back to his bedroom, gave him a charging cable, and said good night.
What if Vox and Lucifer became a couple during Alastor's absence, giving them more years to settle down. How would Alastor react upon his return, and what do you think about such a scenario?
Ooooh, I love this! I actually have thought about a scenario where they get together during that time, and then during episode 5, Lucifer brings his boyfriend with him when he comes to the hotel so that he can introduce him to Charlie. Alastor was already pissy about Lucifer coming over, and then can you imagine his reaction when Vox shows up on his arm?! He would lose it. Then Hell's Greatest Dad turns into all three of them singing with it being Alastor vs Lucifer and Vox.
Alastor would hate Lucifer 10x more than he already does, and instead of the Stayed Gone reunion where Vox loses his shit, we'd get Alastor losing his shit. And of course, Alastor wouldn't even be able to identify why he's so upset because he doesn't understand what he feels for Vox.
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