#helluva 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.

Bee being in a relationship with a hellhound, a kind of demon that’s literally sold in shelters to be used (in most cases)as muscle, protection, or as pets.

And Ozzie being with an imp, who are treated as low as possible in pretty much all of hell. Fizz is even referred to as a purse dog, meaning he’s also just seen as a pet by some people.

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: Previous Chapter - XXX

𖤐Credit: Divider by @sisterlucifergraphics

You were still trying to process the gentle kiss, your heart hammering against your ribs, when the soft creak of the balcony door broke the quiet. “Hey, sugar, you—” Fizzarolli’s voice stopped abruptly. You looked up just in time to see Fizz framed in the doorway, one mechanical hand resting on the doorframe, his glowing eyes widening as he took in the scene: you sitting on the edge of the huge bed, Verosika standing close, her pink hair still a little mussed from leaning over you. Fizz’s mouth curled into a wicked grin. “Oh-ho-ho, what is this?” 

Your face went crimson. “F-Fizz, it’s not—” “Uh-huh.” He stepped fully into the room, bells jingling with each exaggerated step. “The mortal looks like they just saw a shooting star and a miracle all at once. That’s the most dazed face I’ve ever seen.” Verosika smirked, flicking her pink hair over her shoulder as she turned toward him. “Don’t be jealous, Froggie. It was just a thank-you kiss.” Fizz cackled, leaning against the doorframe dramatically. “Jealous? Nah. But I’m definitely never letting this one live it down.”

Your embarrassment deepened as he gave you an exaggerated wink. “Careful, sugar,” he teased. “Keep lookin’ like that and every demon in the Lust Ring’s gonna be lining up to kiss you next.” Verosika rolled her eyes but chuckled, and even you couldn’t help but laugh, the tension breaking into lighthearted warmth. Outside the balcony windows, the neon skyline flickered like a living heartbeat, and for a moment the three of you were just friends teasing each other—safe, alive, and a little closer than before.

The balcony door creaked again, and Ozzie’s tall frame filled the doorway. His cyan mane shimmered against the dim light, the bull and ram in his hair peeking out with matching mischievous grins. He glanced from your flushed face to Fizz’s wicked smirk, then to Verosika’s slightly mussed hair, and raised one neon brow.

“Well,” Ozzie rumbled, a deep chuckle in his voice, “looks like I walked in on something fun. So…” He folded his massive arms, his grin widening. “How was your first kiss with a succubus?” Your cheeks burned even hotter. You swallowed hard, then managed to blurt, “It was… incredible.” Fizz practically collapsed with laughter, bells jingling so hard he had to brace himself against the doorframe. “Oh, sugar, you’re done for!”

Verosika let out a melodic laugh that rang through the room like a warm melody. “Incredible, huh?” she teased, her pink hair falling forward as she leaned toward you again. “Guess I better make sure you’re not exaggerating.” Before you could react, she dipped close and pressed another soft, playful kiss to your lips—just a brief touch, light and teasing rather than heated. When she pulled back, her smirk had softened into something warm and genuine.

Ozzie chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’m surrounded by troublemakers.” Fizz cackled and pointed dramatically. “Best. Slumber party. Ever.” The room filled with laughter—Verosika’s rich chuckle, Fizz’s bells jingling, and even Ozzie’s low rumble—all blending with the distant hum of the Lust Ring outside. And for a fleeting moment, despite the chaos of Hell, you felt completely at home among these unlikely friends.

Next Morning

A faint pink light seeped through the sheer curtains, the neon skyline of the Lust Ring still glowing even in the early hours. The tower was quiet now—no distant basslines, no chatter from the succubus crew—just the muffled hum of the city far below.

You stirred, the plush velvet blankets shifting as you blinked awake. For a moment you weren’t sure where you were—until the warmth on either side of you registered. On your left, Fizzarolli was curled up close, one mechanical arm draped protectively across your waist. His jester hat was crooked, bells silent for once, his expression relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen before—soft and peaceful.

On your right, Verosika had nestled against your shoulder, her long pink hair spilling like silk across the pillow and partially across your chest. One of her wings twitched faintly in her sleep, and her fingers rested lightly on your hand. You lay still for a heartbeat, taking in the surreal tenderness of the moment—the bustling, dangerous Lust Ring outside, and yet here, in this quiet pocket of Ozzie’s tower, two of Hell’s brightest stars held you like family.

Fizz stirred first, his glowing eyes cracking open halfway. He blinked at you, then at Verosika, and a sleepy grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Guess we really are your bodyguards now, sugar,” he whispered, voice rough with sleep. Verosika murmured something soft, her eyes still closed, and snuggled a little closer. When she finally opened them, the corners crinkled with a lazy, amused smile. “Morning, sweetheart… hope you don’t mind the extra pillows.”

Despite your flustered cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t mind at all.” The neon lights outside flickered faintly, and for a fleeting moment, the Lust Ring felt less like a place of danger and more like a strange, glittering world where trust and friendship could be found in the most unexpected arms.

The door to Ozzie’s suite swung open with a soft creak, and the smell of warm tortillas and spiced eggs drifted in. Ozzie ducked through the doorway, balancing a large tray piled high with breakfast tacos, roasted veggies, and fresh rolls. His neon eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in the scene on the bed. “Well, would you look at that,” he chuckled, the bull and ram in his mane flickering with mirth. “Seems like someone’s getting pretty cozy with my favorite popstar.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly. Before you could stammer out a denial, Verosika sat up behind you with a languid stretch. She didn’t even look embarrassed—just gave Ozzie a knowing smirk. Then, with deliberate mischief, she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, pulling you gently against her. “Can you blame me?” she purred, resting her chin on your shoulder. “She’s adorable.”

The move pressed her comfortably against your back—not in a crude way, but enough to make your face burn bright red. You swallowed hard, caught between embarrassment and the warmth of her affectionate gesture. Fizzarolli, still sprawled on the other side of the bed, snorted with laughter. “Oh, sugar, the color of your face right now could outshine a Wrath Ring sunset.”

Ozzie’s laugh rumbled low and good-natured. He set the breakfast tray on the low table and gave you a playful wink. “Looks like Verosika’s already claimed her hero. Careful—half of Hell will be jealous.” Verosika just smiled, tightening her arms briefly in a reassuring squeeze before releasing you. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m just teasing.” She reached over to snag a taco from the tray, her grin softening. “But I do mean it—you’re special.”

The room filled with laughter as Fizz stole a taco for himself, Ozzie passed you a plate, and Verosika lounged comfortably at your side. Outside the balcony, the Lust Ring shimmered in pinks and blues, the city alive and chaotic—but here, inside Ozzie’s tower, the morning felt warm, safe, and just a little magical.

Fizz perched cross-legged at the end of the bed, a taco in one hand and a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He wiggled his brows dramatically. “So, sugar… first Verosika kisses you, now she’s cuddlin’ you like you’re a prize plushie. What’s next—matching tattoos?” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Fizz…”

Verosika smirked, leaning back on one arm while delicately taking a bite of her taco. “Not a bad idea, actually,” she teased. “Though I think a song dedication might be easier to pull off on short notice.” Ozzie chuckled, setting a mug of coffee in front of you. “Careful, sweetheart. The Lust Ring press would explode if Verosika Mayday suddenly had a mystery muse.” The succubus winked. “Maybe I like shaking things up.”

Fizz cackled, his bells jingling. “This is priceless. I’m takin’ mental notes for my next comedy bit. Mortal stumbles into Hell, knocks out a creep, steals a popstar’s heart, and survives a night in the Lust Ring—now that’s a headline.” Vortex, who had been quietly standing guard near the balcony, let out a low chuckle. “Pretty sure you’re the first human I’ve seen who didn’t panic and run screaming. That alone deserves a medal.”

You laughed despite your blush, feeling the last of your tension melt away. “I’m starting to think I should be taking notes. You guys are all… amazing.” Verosika’s grin softened a fraction as she reached out and poked your cheek lightly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.” Fizz pretended to faint dramatically onto the pillows. “Oh, the sugar overload! Someone stop her before she charms the entire Ring.” Ozzie shook his head fondly, neon eyes glinting. “Too late. She’s already done it.”

The laughter that followed bounced off the velvet walls and mingled with the faint hum of the city beyond the balcony. The room felt alive—full of teasing, warmth, and a sense of camaraderie that didn’t belong to demons or mortals alone. Fizzarolli wiped a crumb from his mouth and hopped onto the footboard of Ozzie’s massive bed, balancing on one mechanical hand like a gymnast. “Alright, sugar,” he declared, his grin wicked, “time for some morning entertainment—Fizzarolli’s Fabulous Magic Tricks!”

He snapped his fingers, and a tiny puff of neon-pink sparkles fizzed into existence above his palm. The effect was more like a cheap party popper than real magic, and the confetti rained down on Ozzie’s crimson robe. Ozzie chuckled, flicking a few bits of glitter from his shoulder. “That’s adorable, Froggie. But I think you’re losing your touch.”

Fizz gasped in mock offense. “Adorable? Adorable?! I’ll have you know this is high-level wizardry.” He wobbled dramatically on the bedpost, then somersaulted into a perfect landing on the carpet, throwing his arms out. “Ta-da!” Verosika applauded with slow, exaggerated claps. “Bravo. Truly, the Lust Ring’s greatest sorcerer.” She shot you a wink. “Your turn, sweetheart—got any hidden talents? Maybe you can outshine our resident clown.”

You raised your hands helplessly. “Uh… I can make a mean cup of coffee?” Fizz gasped theatrically and clutched his chest. “A mortal barista hero! Be still, my mechanical heart.” Even Vortex cracked a grin, tail wagging once before he caught himself. “Better keep that a secret—half the Lust Ring would hire you on the spot.” Ozzie leaned casually against the balcony doorframe, a taco still in hand, watching the banter unfold with a warm, amused expression. The bull and ram in his mane glowed faintly, like they were smirking too. “Honestly,” he said with a chuckle, “this is better than most of the acts in my club.” Verosika shifted to sit beside you on the bed again, her pink hair catching the light as she nudged your shoulder. “Careful, sweetheart. Keep being this charming, and I might have to write a duet for us.”

Fizz groaned dramatically. “First a song dedication, now a duet? At this rate, Ozzie’s club is gonna be booked out for months just to handle the drama.” The room erupted in laughter again, the kind that bubbled up easily and chased away any lingering unease.  Verosika slid off the bed with a dramatic swirl of her pink hair, the spade of her tail flicking behind her like a metronome. She set her hands on her hips and shot you a mischievous grin. “Alright, sweetheart. Time to prove you can survive the Lust Ring. Ever danced like a demon?” You blinked. “Uh… not unless awkward high school dances count.”

Fizz snorted, collapsing into a heap of jingling bells on the floor. “Oh, this is gonna be good.” Even Ozzie leaned casually against the doorframe, his neon eyes gleaming with amusement. “Careful, V. If you break the mortal, I’m not cleaning up the mess.” “Please,” Verosika said, brushing a lock of pink hair back, “I’m a professional.” She reached out and pulled you gently to the open space near the balcony. Her succubus and incubus crew started clapping a slow, teasing beat, and Fizz drummed on a cushion to provide a silly rhythm. “Step one,” Verosika instructed, demonstrating a smooth, swaying motion of her hips. “Loose, like you’re part of the music. None of this stiff mortal stuff.” You tried to copy her sway… and nearly tripped over your own feet.

Fizz howled with laughter. “Sugar, you’re killin’ me!” Vortex, watching from the corner, actually wagged his tail once before hiding his grin. Verosika chuckled but steadied you with a firm hand on your arm. “Relax. Don’t think—feel the beat.” She guided your hips with a gentle nudge. “There you go… better already.” You stumbled again, cheeks flaming, but this time managed to catch the rhythm. The clapping from her crew grew louder, and Fizz started chanting nonsense lyrics over the beat. “Look at that!” Verosika cheered, her eyes glowing proudly. “One more spin—just like this.” She demonstrated a slow twirl, her long hair catching the light. You followed—wobbly, but you didn’t fall.

Fizz threw his hands up like a sports announcer. “Ten outta ten! Mortal conquers basic Lust Ring dance without face-planting!” Verosika gave you an approving smile and brushed a lock of your hair out of your face. “See? You’re a natural, sweetheart. By the time we get that portal open, you’ll be out-dancing half my crew.”

The room erupted in laughter and applause again, the playful noise echoing against the velvet walls. Outside, the Lust Ring pulsed with life, but here in Ozzie’s tower, everything was neon lights, teasing friends, and the surprising joy of learning to dance in Hell.

💖CONTINUED IN PART 11💖

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