#helluva boss vortex

Straight allies are SO impotant, because it shows this isn't an "us vs them" thing and us queers are allowed to exist among cishets. Not to mention how important it is for straight allies to genuinely enjoy this show and characters, too.

𖤐Summary: You, a mortal unexpectedly thrust into Hell, becomes an unlikely anchor of light and warmth among its most notorious denizens.

𖤐Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss Crossover, Human Reader, Human Female Reader, Vivziepop, Fizzarolli, Ozzie, Lust Ring, Seven Rings of Hell, Developing Friendships and Relationships, Female Reader, Hazbin Hotel Gang, Verosika Mayday, Vortex, Alastor, Stolas Goetia, Lucifer Morningstar, Octavia Goetia, and many more

𖤐Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

𖤐Credit: Divider by @sisterlucifergraphics

The neon streets ahead were alive with laughter and music, the glow of club signs casting dancing colors over the pavement. You were just starting to relax again—watching Verosika point out another landmark—when a prickling sensation crawled up the back of your neck.

A few paces away, a gaunt demon lingered in the shadows between two stalls. His eyes glinted unnaturally, locked on Verosika with a hungry, obsessive focus. The rest of the group was laughing at something Fizz had said, unaware. Before you could call out, the demon lunged—fast, low, and aimed straight for Verosika.

Your body moved before your mind caught up. You stepped between them, planted your feet, and threw a quick, instinctive punch. The impact was solid—enough to knock the demon off balance. He crumpled to the cobblestones, groaning, unconscious under the buzzing glow of a streetlight. The street fell silent for a heartbeat. Verosika blinked, wide-eyed. Ozzie’s neon gaze hardened, and Vortex was already stepping forward to drag the would-be attacker out of sight. Fizz let out a low whistle. “Well, damn, sugar. Didn’t know you had a right hook like that!” Verosika recovered first. She stepped close, her pink hair brushing your shoulder as she reached up. “Sweetheart…” she breathed, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Then, before you could say anything, she leaned in and pressed a quick, warm kiss to your cheek. Your face went crimson instantly. “I—uh—” 

She chuckled, a rich, melodic sound that made her crew giggle and Ozzie’s bull and ram faces flicker with amused light. “That was brave. Thank you for saving my pretty face.” Fizz grinned wickedly, nudging you with his elbow. “Look at you—first day in walking around Hell and already a hero. You’re gonna give us all a complex.” Ozzie’s voice rumbled gently. “You’ve got guts, sweetheart. And fast reflexes.” The moment passed as Vortex and one of Verosika’s crew dragged the unconscious demon away to let the city guards handle him. But Verosika’s warm smile lingered on you, her hand briefly squeezing your shoulder. For all the chaos and danger of the Lust Ring, it felt good to know you could stand your ground—and even better to feel, for a fleeting moment, like you belonged at Verosika’s side.

🩵Back At Ozzies🩵

The elevator chimed softly as the doors opened into Ozzie’s tower once again, neon light spilling across the marble floor. Everyone filed into the grand lobby—Fizz tossing his bells dramatically onto a couch, Vortex standing guard near the window, and Verosika’s succubus and incubus crew chatting quietly as they claimed spots on the plush furniture.

Verosika stretched, her pink hair cascading down her back in silky waves. “Feels good to be off the street,” she said, her voice still carrying that popstar confidence. She glanced toward Ozzie with a grin. “Hope you don’t mind a few overnight guests, big guy.” Ozzie chuckled, settling his massive frame against the back of a velvet sofa. “The tower’s big enough for all of you. Make yourselves at home.” Fizz flopped dramatically into a chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Slumber party at the King of Lust’s place—bet the tabloids would love to see this.”

You smiled faintly, still coming down from the adrenaline rush of the attack. Verosika caught your gaze across the room, her smirk softening into something warmer. She sauntered over, heels clicking lightly on the polished floor, and stopped just in front of you. “You know,” she said, voice a little quieter now, “I still owe you for earlier.” You blinked, cheeks warming. “Verosika, you don’t—” She held up a hand, silencing you with a teasing look. “I always pay my debts, sweetheart. Saving my life earns more than a cheek kiss.”

The succubi and incubi nearby giggled, clearly eager to see what she’d do. But instead of anything outrageous, Verosika gently took your hand, her touch light and warm. “How about this—front row at my next concert. All access. No one in Hell gets that without selling their soul.” Your eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Verosika’s grin widened. “Seriously. And if you’re still here when I rehearse tomorrow, maybe I’ll give you a little preview performance. Private.” She winked, her tone playful but kind. “A proper thank-you, without the scary demon drama.” Fizz whistled and clapped lightly. “Sugar’s rackin’ up perks already.” Ozzie chuckled, his neon eyes glowing with amusement. “You’ve certainly made an impression.”

The room buzzed with soft laughter and chatter as everyone began to settle in for the night—succubi picking out cushions and blankets, Fizz playfully arguing with an incubus about who’d win in a cartwheel contest, and Verosika lingering close to you, her hand still lightly brushing yours as if to remind you: in the chaos of the Lust Ring, you weren’t just a lost mortal anymore—you were part of something bigger.

🩵Later🩵

The tower had begun to quiet. Fizz and a few of Verosika’s crew were already claiming couches and blankets in the lounge, Ozzie was dimming the neon lights to a softer glow, and Vortex had settled by the balcony doors like a loyal sentinel. The hum of the city outside was distant now, muffled by the thick glass.

As you turned to follow the others, Verosika’s hand caught yours. Her pink hair shimmered as she leaned close, her grin equal parts mischief and warmth. “Hey, sweetheart,” she whispered, “before you crash… how about that preview performance I promised? Just you.” Your heart skipped a beat. “N-now?” She laughed quietly. “Now. Don’t worry, I’m not dragging the whole band up here. Just me.”

She led you through a side door and onto a small balcony at the far end of the tower—a spot that overlooked the Lust Ring’s sprawling cityscape. The skyline glowed like a thousand fireflies, and fireworks popped faintly in the distance. Verosika stepped up to the railing, her silhouette outlined by neon pinks and blues.

She glanced back at you with a softer smile than you’d seen all night. “This isn’t one of my big showstoppers,” she said. “Just… something I wrote before I was famous. No lights, no backup dancers. Just me.” Taking a breath, she began to sing. Her voice was smooth and rich, carrying easily over the hum of the city below. The melody was tender and a little wistful—a song about chasing dreams in a place that tried to swallow them. Even without a band or crowd, her voice  filled the night like a warm current.

You felt your chest tighten, awed by the way her words floated over the neon skyline. For a moment, Hell itself seemed to hush and listen. When she finished, Verosika turned, her cheeks touched with the faintest pink. “Not bad for an impromptu balcony gig, huh?” You smiled wide, still a little breathless. “That was… incredible.” She grinned, brushing a lock of pink hair from her face. “Glad you liked it. Don’t tell the others—I’ve got a reputation for being a diva, not a softie.” The two of you shared a small laugh, the city lights flickering below like an audience applauding in secret. And for a few quiet moments on Ozzie’s balcony, it was just you, Verosika, and the music hanging between the stars.

You turned from the balcony, still smiling, the last notes of Verosika’s song echoing softly in your mind. You were about to suggest heading back to the lounge when Verosika’s hand slipped into yours again. Her pink hair shimmered under the neon light, and there was a playful glint in her glowing eyes. “Hold up,” she said quietly, her voice low but teasing. “One more part of your reward.”

Before you could react, she gave you a gentle but decisive push backward onto the edge of the enormous velvet-covered bed. It wasn’t rough—more like a playful nudge that made your heart skip. Verosika leaned over you, her long pink hair cascading like a silky curtain around your face. For a second, you caught sight of her small batlike wings flicking open slightly at her back and the tip of her spade-shaped tail curling in the air behind her.

Your breath caught in your throat as her eyes met yours. The teasing confidence in them was still there, but there was also a surprising softness. “You really are full of surprises, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Brave, sweet… and you saved me tonight.” She dipped closer—not with heat or aggression, but with a gentle, deliberate tenderness—and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. It wasn’t hungry or explicit, just a warm, lingering touch that carried gratitude and affection. When she pulled back, her grin returned, a little gentler now. “That,” she said, brushing a strand of pink hair from your cheek, “is from me… not the popstar, not the succubus act. Just Verosika.”

Outside the balcony windows, fireworks crackled faintly in the distance, casting bursts of neon color across the room. For a moment, the Lust Ring’s chaos faded away, leaving only the quiet hum of the city and the echo of Verosika’s soft laughter.

🩵Continued In Part 10🩵

Vortex too! :D

Southern Comfort Food - Side Story - Pecan Pie / Sugar Pie part 2

PART ONE

Happy Pi Day! The Chef Friend Identity Task Force is still hard at work!

What's your favorite kind of pie? For me, it's Peach Pie or Apple Pie for sweet, and for savory, a layered sweet potato pie that has quiche filling and mozzarella added to it!