#.. vivi's !!

.. interested in the early 1900's from a young age, it was no surprise you got along with alastor. .. when you got sent to hell for... undisclosed reasons, you decided to try your hand at redemption, which ended you up at the "happy hazbin hotel"! .. when you first saw alastor, you didn't think much of him other than "woah, an overlord, cool!" but slowly over a few drinks at the bar, you realized he was from a time period you were interested in, and you two started bonding quickly! .. you showed him your record collection, he immediately noticed a few records of singers he liked, which you (nervously, but trusting him not to ruin a perfectly good record) let him borrow one of your Cab Calloway records. .. that definitely earned his favor, or at least, his respect. you two bonded over music, and radio - which was the catalyst for you to realize that he was one of the most prolific serial killers of that time period. .. initially a bit put off by that, you shortly realized that this was hell - everyone here sucked to varying degrees, plus, he hasn't done anything to you. .. he really does like having someone there to talk about his time, and he certainly doesn't mind your company!!

. he doesn't know that the fuck to do. he'd be freaking out, blue screening, yelling (not to you), hyperventilating. he loves you, genuinely, and this scared him. badly. . he'd get you the best therapist in the pride ring, and getting you the best gifts and taking you out on dates, trying anything he could to cheer you up.

your eyes fluttered open, quickly noting the absence of warmth and the silence from the other side of the bed. alastor wasn't there, as per usual - he was gone before you woke up most times, off to do some overlord business or annoy the other hotel residents. it didn't upset you, (lies) - but you always wished he would... spend more time with you. it wasn't like him to be romantic, and you didn't mind, but... you two were together, or all the times he said he loved you when he thought you were asleep was a lie. you sighed, pulling the covers over your head, blocking out the sunlight from the open curtain, closing your eyes again and trying to sleep. most of the time, you were fine - laughing with the others and talking with them; other times... you'll just exist. you'll keep breathing, even if you are in literal hell. it's the bare minimum, but somedays it's the best you can do. you heard the door open and a soothing, static-laden voice filled the room. "cher? are you awake yet?" alastor sat down on the edge of the bed, gently pulling the covers off of your head. you groaned in annoyance, trying to pull the blankets back over your head, but alastor's hand stopped you. "ah...is it one of those days?" alastor knew about your mental health, and while he might not be the most well-versed in the topic, he tries, and that's all you can ask. you nodded and when you opened your eyes again, he met yours with a soft, almost gentle look, reserved only for you. alastor's hand went up to cup your face, his hands cold. "i apologize for waking you up, love, if i knew this was your state..." he trailed off, the ever-present static softening faintly. you took a deep breath, leaning into his clawed hand. "you're fine, al, really. i just... just one of those days, i guess," he hummed faintly, his other hand gesturing to his shadow to shut the door. "mon cœur, you've no need to apologize. i should've stayed until you woke up." you shook your head, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard, wiping your eyes from sleep. "it's fine, it's fine...i don't want to keep you from.. whatever you do in the morning," you smiled faintly, but alastor just trailed his hand down from your cheek to your hand, carefully intertwining your fingers together. "i hardly have important things to do this early, cher, i simply enjoy waking up early - you know me," he grinned down at you. you rested your head on his shoulder, the familiar fabric of his suit calming you slightly. "are you sure? i don't-" he cut you off, pressing a finger to your lips. "mon amour.. ma vie. you'll never need to worry about me leaving again, i'll make sure of it, dear." your smile widened faintly and you leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. alastor let out a small blare of static - even with how long you two have been dating, he still was caught off guard whenever you kissed him, in any way. "thank you, love. i... needed that," you admitted softly, and his smile widened. "of course. i'll always be here, mon ange,"

.. || LUCIFER 🍎🐤 --- he isn't the biggest fan of pop or modern music in general , he prefers older music! but when he falls in love you with and finds out that you're a popstar ,, he listens to ALL your music. --- his favorite song of yours would be '' machine girl '' or '' homewrecked '' ! .. || ALASTOR 🪡📻 --- he despises modern music ,, it's so... loud! how could anyone properly dance to this racket? but when he meets you... his opinions shift.... slightly, don't get your hopes up. he does think you're talented ,, though! --- his song of yours that he thinks is ... tolerable, would probably be '' death by devotion '' or '' finally apologizing '' ! .. || CHARLIE 🌈🗝️ --- you are so cool!!! when you two finally get together ,, she would go to all your concerts ,, and meet and greets ,, and everything else -- even when you say it's not necessary ,, she just can't help it ! she adores you and your music ! --- her favorite songs would be all of them !! but '' go '' certainly has a special place in her heart ! .. || VAGGI 🪽❌ --- she doesn't keep necessarily '' up-to-date '' in the pop world ,, but after starting the relationship with you ,, she absolutely adores you and your performances. she supports you no matter what -- and if you need extra security at a performance ,, she's there ! --- she loves '' superscar '' and '' death by devotion '' ! .. || VOX 📺🦈 --- he is your #1 walking advertisement. need to sell tickets ? every seat and more will be bought out by the morning. and even though he sees you as really good for his image -- he still loves you and thinks you're absurdly talented and gorgeous. --- he will have '' homewrecked '' and '' sexonthebeat '' on repeat .

c ;; KINDA made this angsty :O ,, but kinda fluffy at the end too ,, dw :33 .. you found her atop a building near the center of the city, her wings drawn up around herself. you could vaguely see the outline of her mask, blank and intimidating as always, but the way her shoulders shook and the quiet sobs that escaped her made any hesitation to approach melt away. "lute?" you murmured, your footsteps on the brick a stark contrast to the former silence. the exorcist's wings curled tighter around herself at your voice, but she didn't say anything. you walked closer, sitting next to her on the ledge. when your hands brushed hers, you didn't pull away, she sobbed. she sobbed louder, and your heart broke. "he's- he's gone, and i couldn't do anything about it." lute choked out, her voice hoarse and desperate -- desperate for comfort, for someone to lean on, and you were more than willing to do just that. you brought one arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. "it wasn't your fault. you did all you could..." you whispered against her hair, resting your cheek against her head as she shakily took her mask off, holding it tightly in her calloused hands as she sobbed into your shoulder. "god, it was though... i- i could've done... something." she breathed shakily. her hands tightened their grip on her mask, the metal of her new arm scraping against the metal of her mask. you carefully pried her hands off of the mask, holding it in your own for a moment - your eyes searching hers as you set the mask to the side, her own golden watery eyes meeting yours. "why are you here?" she whispered. you carefully brushed your wings against hers, trying to comfort her but not overwhelm her at the same time. "because..i'm worried about you...i- god, lute...i love you, you know this...i- i want to make sure you're oka-" you were cut off by her suddenly wrapping her arms and wings around you tightly. you breathed out a sigh of relief, quickly hugging her back and holding her as tightly as you could. the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, nothing but the wind and your quiet, intertwined breaths sounding before you spoke up. "we should get back home," you murmured. lute nodded softly, wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath. ----------------------------- you quietly plated the food; it was nothing special, just eggs and toast. it was nearly 4 in the morning anyways, close enough to breakfast, you thought with a small smile. lute was sitting on the couch; a blanket wrapped around her. you set the food down in front of her and she hummed quietly in acknowledgement, only grabbing the plate when you sat down next to her. it was quiet, nothing but the fork scraping against the plate occasionally: the tv, it's volume quiet enough to provide just that perfect amount of white noise. she eventually set the plate down, leaning her head against your chest. you laid back against the couch, one hand finding its way to her hair and carding through the gray strands like it was second nature. lute felt more tears welling in her eyes but she blinked them back again, hiding her face in your shirt. of course, you noticed, but chose not to comment on it. "i love you," you whispered, pressing a featherlight kiss to her forehead. lute swallowed back a sob and she nodded, wings curling around you as if to protect you -- god be dammed if she ever let anything happen to you now. "i love you too."

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---------------------------------------------------- .. if you're more outwardly affectionate, it will definitely take time for her to get used to it. .. when you two begin dating, she makes sure to keep a front of 'cold and heartless' in public -- she has to make sure you're protected, and being a, for lack of better word, guard dog for you is her way to fulfill it. .. she doesn't mean to be cold to you though. it takes time for her to admit aloud, even to herself, that she wants you happy; she wants you to want her. .. if you tell her that sometimes you're nervous to be touchy and affectionate with her, she immediately switches up...in private -- in public it might take her a while to loosen up, but she'll try, for you. .. she feels bad that you were nervous, so she'll try to initiate more touch with you -- a hand on your shoulder there, a peck on the cheek when nobody is looking, tiny smiles shot your way on the street... .. she loves you, and she wants to make sure you to know that. ---------------------------------------------------- "lute?" "mh?" "i um... weird question, but are you okay with...touching? not like that- but like...hugging? kissing..? you just seem.. distant sometimes and i don't want to overstep.." you glanced over, slightly surprised to see lute's eyes soften when she met yours. "o- of course, (name). i... apologize, i was just... i'm not used to...this," she admitted, fidgeting with her metallic hand. you hummed softly, ever so gently resting your head on her shoulder. "i...understand, lute. i know you aren't...though i want to help you get used to it, y'know?" her lips tugged up in a small smile at your words, sighing softly as she hesitantly rested her head against yours. "thank you," she whispered, her voice quiet and sincere. you don't think you've ever heard her so... natural, not authoritative, or clipped. you couldn't help but smile. "anytime, love..." you grinned, pressing your lips to her cheek and laughing lightly at the golden blush that spread across her face. it was so nice to see her happy and... normal. you could spend the rest of your afterlife like this.