Hazbin Hotel Stuff

Guess I don’t have a choice, all because I liked a girl.

Velvette never noticed Odette. But one day, something happens, and everything changes. Now, all Velvette can think about is Odette. What will she do? Carmilla will kill her if she even touches her daughter. The Vees would probably try to kill Odette just to mess with Carmilla, given the chance. And Odette, could she even like her after everything?

It’s easy to not catch feelings… right?

Chapter 10: Getting Ready

Buzz. Buzz

It was literally one in the morning. Who the fuck was texting her at ONE in the bloody morning!?! She swore that she was going to rip whoever texted her head clean off. But when she realized that the sinner was Odette… WAIT!! ODETTE!!! Her anger vanished in an instant, replaced by pure excitement. OMGOMGOMG!!! “EEEEEEEE!!!!!!”

BANG!! Her door was slammed open by a sleepy-looking Val, “BABYDOLL!!! It is literally ONE in the morning! Why the fuck are you screaming??”

“EEEEEEEE, she asked me out, Val!! She asked me out!!!”

“Really?”

“Really!!! EEEEE!!!”

“So what are you going to wear?”

Fuck. “…”

“You’re joking, you, of all people, didn't plan what you were going to wear yet, hahah-bjalaka.” Suddenly, Valentino felt a shake, interrupting his laughing, “Wha-”

“No, time for laughing, WE NEED to find the perfect outfit tonight!!!”

“Ooo, let's get started!!!”

—

She should be happy. No, ecstatic, this was what she had always dreamed of. She was finally going on a date with Velvette. Her dream girl. Her mind, though, could only think of what Clara had said earlier. Her sister had to be right. After all, honestly, why would Velvette be interested in her? She didn’t have any special powers, her looks were dreadfully average, and her personality wasn’t anything special. The only thing she really had going for her was her overlord mother. So, really, why would Velvette be interested in her for any reason other than to use her? Clara was right. Sadly, Clara was always right.

Looking in the mirror, Odette saw exactly what Clara must’ve seen last night. She had on a set of glasses that covered almost her entire face. Maybe that was a good thing, though, because her eyes were all red and puffy. Even without her crying, her eyes were never anything special. Neither was the rest of her. Her pale skin seemed almost deathly this morning, and her hair did nothing to help her pallor. She wasn’t ugly, just utterly plain. A fact that was even further highlighted when she was next to her mother and sister, who weren’t. She may have even been considered pretty if she hadn’t always next to them, but she always was. Which made the comparisons even worse. She was used to it and all the comments other sinners made by now. She was a background character compared to them; she always was on Earth and now in Hell.

—

“What about this one!” Velvette asked, showing off a new fur jacket featuring her signature heart pattern.

“Ooo, it’s cute, doll! It’s the one!”

“NO! It’s not perfect.”

“Babydoll, this is the 20th outfit; you’ve looked perfect in all of them. I don’t see the problem.”

“The problem is it’s not the one!!”

“Will there be a one?”

Curling in on herself, Velvette looked scared, almost unsure of herself for the first time in a while, “… look, I don’t know, but there has to be. I just need this to go perfectly. I need to be perfect.”

Coming over behind with a hug, Valentino squeezed tightly while saying, “Doll, you already are.”

With a smile on her face and much more confidence than before, she responded, “Thank you, Val. I love you.”

“I love you too, babydoll.”

—

She looked horrible; she had tried to take a shower to look less like death, but it didn’t work. Hell, even Clara agreed, while trying to grab a cup of coffee from the kitchen, Clara had asked if she had woken up from a graveyard. It was a joke, they always were, but today it hit way too close. She hated to admit it, but it sent her into another round of tears. God, she could not stop crying today, which was not helping with her eyes. She was going to need so much makeup today to cover that up. Too bad makeup couldn’t cover up all of her other shortcomings.

—

“Bhahahhaa-hahaa”

“Eeckckckkce”

“Hahaha, you two are so fucking funny right now. Now, can I please change”

“Bhahha- not until I get more pictures, Vox.”

Velvette had gotten tired of changing after the 30th outfit, but she still wasn’t sure what she was going to wear. She would have called on one of her models, but Valentino had a much better idea, Vox. They had dressed the TV overlord in about only 5 outfits so far. They probably could have gotten through more, but every time Vox came out in another crop top and skirt, it sent her and Val into another set of hysterics. It also didn’t help that Vox couldn’t stop shifting, making the outfits look even more ridiculous.

“Eeckckeee”

“Bhahaha-aa”

“I swear if you don’t stop laughing and taking pictures soon, Velvette, you’re going to miss your date.”

“WHAT!!!” Turning her head in a circle, Velvette finally noticed the time, only thirty minutes left!!!

“Quick, Val, grab outfit 17, and some makeup!!!”

“On it!”

“So can I change now?”

“…”

“Guys, please”

“…”

Chapter 9: Growing Rifts

Ring!!! Ring!!!! Uugghh, why did her phone have to go off now, of all times? She knew she should have turned it off before she left this morning, but no, her mother would have murdered her if she had. Now the only question was, who was calling her at the moment, her mother or Clara?

… her mother, great, a step up from Clara at least. Clara had been interesting, psychotic, lately. There really wasn’t a more appropriate term to describe Clara’s recent behavior. After all, no sane person would be following her around with cameras and trying to steal her phone 24 7. A sane person would also not send threatening texts from random numbers. Why was she sure, though, that Clara had been sending the texts? Because Clara kept making the mistake of sending them while still right beside Odette. You would think that for someone who was trained to be a weapon, you would be more aware of your surroundings.

Ring!!! Crap, she almost forgot about that! Infusing as much pep into her voice as she could manage, Odette answered the phone, saying, “Hi Mom,”

“Hi!?! Hi?!! Odette, I’ve been calling for over 5 minutes, and you didn’t pick up!!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry!?! Come home NOW, mija!!”

"But-"

"But!?! BUT!?!?! Home, NOW!!!"

“Yes!”

—

Great, she was definitely going to be grounded for a month, which was not going to work with her future plans. Her most pressing goal, to actually go on a full date with Velvette. Should she ask Velvette out, or should she wait? Would it seem too desperate to make the first move? God, she’s so pathetic, she really just needs to- BAM!!

“Oww … I am so sorry…” Looking up, Odette met the exhausted eyes of her mother’s “…mom?? What’s wrong???”

“It’s your sister.”

“Clara! Is she ok? What’s wrong? What do we–”

“Mija, calm down, she's okay, she’s just worrying me.”

“What’s happening now?”

“She's having another one of her moods. She refuses to leave her room. She refuses to talk to me. And she's refusing even to text this time. Could you please just try to get her out of her room, Odette?”

“… can't we just leave her this time?"

"Odette!!"

"I'm sorry!! … I'll get her out."

"…"

"I promise."

“Thank you, mija.”

—

Knock, Knock.

“Ugggghhhh leave me alone!!!!!”

Knock, Knock.

“…”

Knock! Knock!

“…”

“Clara, open up, you’re worrying mom.”

“…”

“Look, I know you're having another one of your moods right now, but–”

“Just leave me ALONE, Odette!!!!”

“Mom's going to be pissed at me if you don't leave your room. Can't we just talk out whatever's bothering you?”

“I’m not talking to you!!”

“Excuse me???"

"…"

Clara, open the door!”

“…”

"Clara, open this door!!!

"…"

Great, just what she wanted today. Deal with another one of her sister’s temper tantrums instead of going on an actual date with Velvette. She was half tempted to just go back to her room and deal with her mother’s wrath until she heard her phone buzz. Picking up her phone, Odette was greeted with yet another text saying You’re a fucking traitor.

—

That was it. She was done being nice. She was going to get Clara to stop texting her threats one way or another. “Clara, you'd better open this door by the count of three or else.”

“…”

“One.” Picking up her phone, Odette texted back, “fuck you, Clara” before starting to make her way over to the weapon rack on the other side of the room, before saying, “TWO.”

“…”

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but at this point, she didn’t give a crap about whatever response Clara gave. She was pissed. And she was going to open Clara’s door if it was the last thing she did. So, she did what any other normal sinner would do: she grabbed an ax off the weapons rack. Then, just like her mother taught her, she took a breath in, aimed, and finally released on the count of “THREE!”

Bam!!! The door slammed open, ax still attached, with Clara finally facing Odette, fuming, “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ODETTE!!!!!”

“You wouldn’t open your door.”

“I’m sorry, but why the fuck does that give you the right to throw a FUCKING AX through my door!!!”

“Well, I’m sorry, BUT when someone keeps texting you that you’re a fucking TRAITOR from different numbers, then you have every right to throw an ax through their door so they’ll actually fucking speak to you!!!”

“Excuse me, how dare you accuse me of that!!! I never fucking did that!!!”

“You’ve literally texted me while right beside me!!!!”

“… look, I’m sorry, BUT when someone acts like a traitor, you fucking call them out on being a traitor!!!”

“Excuse me, but how fuck am I a traitor?!?!!”

“Huh, I don’t know? Oh right, I remember now, maybe because you’re literally sleeping with the enemy!!!”

“I haven’t even fucking slept with her yet!!!!” Shit. She should not have said that. She was doing so well at not slipping up lately. She hadn’t responded to all of Clara’s threats, she hadn’t let Clara steal her phone, and she had been so good at gaslighting Clara every time she brought something up. But of course, she just had to slip up over one stupid comment. Fuck, what would Clara do now? God, her mind was already in panic mode. What was Clara's next move??? Looking over at the girl in question, Odette saw Clara hunched over, body shaking. Running over Odette, quickly tried to grab Clara to make sure she was ok, only to have her hand slapped away. What, “… Clara?”’

Looking into Clara’s tear-streaked eyes, the first thing Odette noticed was the ice radiating off of them, “Don’t fucking touch me, Odette.”

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“-sAJKhHahahah. Sorry, you’re sorry??? For what??? For gaslighting me into thinking I was crazy?!? I ALWAYS knew I wasn’t fucking crazy! I knew I saw you two together!!”

“Look, I didn’t want to lie to you. I just knew how you’d react.”

“What!?!? Like how any normal person would react. She’s worse than fucking Satan!!!”

“How dare you!?!”

“How dare I what, SAY THE TRUTH!!! Everyone else can see her for the demon she is, you’re the only one blind enough not see it.”

“…”

“Face it, Odette, you’re her little simp. If I hadn’t known you better, I would have thought she slipped one of her little potions to you.”

“She would NEVER!!!”

“Oh really??”

“Ye!!! She would never hurt me like that!!”

“Bhaha, really, just you wait, sooner or later, Velvette’s going to get tired of using you, and throw you out like trash.”

“She’s not using me!!!"

"…."

"I'm sorry, but is it that hard for you to believe!!?!”

“Bhahah, -sAJKhHahahah, stop it, Odette, you’re killing me. Look me in the eyes, and tell me she’s not using you.”

Looking up, Odette met Clara’s eyes with an intense bravery she didn’t even know she possessed before today. “She’s not using me!!” After her statement, though, Clara only looked at her with eyes filled with pity and ice, “Odette, I’m saying this as someone who loves you, but do you really think she actually likes you?”

“What,” Odette said, tears starting to slowly gather in her eyes, “Is it truly that hard to believe that she would like me?”

“Odette, I love you, but look in the mirror. Why would she choose you of all people when she could have literally anyone else in all of hell?”

“…”

“God, you’re pathetic, Odette.”

"…"

"I'm sorry, you think she'd choose you, -bhahahah, hahaha!!"

—

Finally, she had hopefully finally knocked some sense into her naive little sister. It was harsh, but she needed to hear it. Finally, though, finally she had gotten through to her.

drip, drip

Huh, looking up, the first thing Clara noticed was the tears falling from Odette’s eyes. She tried to reach over to soothe her sister, but Odette only finched away, looking up at her with quivering red eyes, full of tears.

“Look, I know that was harsh, but you needed to hear it.” Clara then tried to reach over again, but Odette again pushed her hand away with a shaky slap, “… sh.u..t .. up..” she said in between tears. “.a..nd .. d.o.. … no.t fucking .. touch me..”

“Look, I’m sorry,” Clara said, reaching over one last time, only to have Odette’s entire body escape her grasp, as Odette got up, and started to walk away, sobbing, saying “j.u..s.t. .. l..e.a.ve.. .. me.. .a..lo..ne”.

—

She couldn’t bring herself to leave her doorway for several more minutes. She was racked with guilt over hurting her sister. Then she felt angry. Intensely angry. How the hell was her sister still defending Velvette???? This had to end. She was going to expose Velvette as the lying, manipulative demon she was if it was the last thing she ever did.

Chapter 1: Little Shadows

“You can’t just fuck with Carmilla Carmine in front of other overords! It makes business harder.”

—

Harder. Why should she care if it makes business harder? She’s an overlord for fuck's sake. She can do anything she wants, and currently, what she wants to do is fuck with Carmilla Carmine. Sure, she might not actually have any beef with Carmilla right now, but she certainly wants piss Vox off. The flat-faced prick sure deserves it after all. How should she do it though? The next overlord meeting isn’t for a while, and Vox definitely isn’t going to let her within 15 feet of the Carmine resident. How can she fuck with Carmilla and piss Vox off then. Uggghhh. She has no fucking clue.

“Uggghhhhhh! Goddamn!!!! Why the fuck won’t-”

“Babydoll?”

“What the fuck Val? What are you doing here?”

“I was just going to grab a quick outfit really quick, but now I’m curious, what’s got you all pissed off? Or who?”

“Your flat-faced prince of course! Who the hell does he think he is?? Velvette you can’t fuck with Carmilla Carmine. Well excuse you bitch but I’m going to fuck with whoever I want. It's VEEs not V, he doesn’t get to call all the shots!!! And he doesn’t get to boss us around!!!”

“Exactly that man needs to be put down a peg, or fucked down a peg. You know last night-”

“Ewww, stop!!!! I don’t want to hear about whatever sex thing you did with Vox last night. All I want is to find a way to fuck with Carmilla Carmine that’ll piss Vox off… and I’m able to do far away from the Carmine residence. I need to lure her out somehow.”

“I have an idea?”

“What?”

“You could call her up and tell her you’re going to apologize… HAHAHajjkkjaguffawHAHAguffaw wheezehahaha-”

“Yes ha. ha. so fucking funny Val”

“I mean-HAhkaskjkja- its just- sAJKhHahahah”

“Look I need an actual fucking plan”

“HAHAHJAKJlkaa- one sec- HAhahah- I have something- Hajkakkja- just give me-!”

“Uggghhhhhh.. kill me now”

—

“Hahakj- ok, I’m done now.”

“So do you actually have a plan???”

“Hmmm, I mean kinda.. define a plan?’

“Val!!”

“Ok, ok, patience doll. So you know how there's those two shadows around Carmilla?”

“I’m sorry, what goddamn shadows are you talking about?”

“You know, those two girls that are always around her, I think they might be her daughters or something. Either way they seem close to her, so all you have to do is fuck with one of them and then you can piss Carmilla off without getting anywhere near her and her angelic weapons.”

“Val, you're a fucking genius!” Velvette said, scrolling across her screens looking for every picture of one of the shadows she could find. Val was right, they were everywhere Carmilla was, and now, thinking back, she was very protective of them. They definitely were important to her. Now the big question, though, which one would be more fun to mess with? 

“Val, since you came up with the idea, you get the honors. Which one of the little shadows would be more fun to fuck with? The curly-haired one or the blonde one?

“Wait, let me look real quick… oooo definitely the blonde one! She’d definitely be more fun to mess with!”

“Perfect!”

—

Chapter 8: The Date

She could do this. It was easy. She already got Odette a drink and slipped the potion in. Now all she had to do was give it to her, easy.

​

God, who was she lying to? This was fucking hard. She didn’t want to give Odette the potion, but she wanted Odette. No, she NEEDED her. Odette, her Odette. But Vox and Val were right; if she didn’t act first, Carmilla would tear them apart. So she needs to act. But, she was terrified, because on some level, she knows that drugging Odette would ruin everything. But she’s still too scared to risk the possibility of losing Odette for good. So she couldn’t back down. She had to let Odette drink the potion.

—

She shouldn’t go. Clara was on high alert. And while her mom believed her lie for now, one small thing could easily make her suspicious again. But a date with Velvette was too tempting to ignore. So against all her better judgments, she put on a cute dress, some makeup, and got ready to meet Velvette.

—

​

As soon as Odette walked in, Velvette’s jaw literally fell to the floor. She was stunning! So much so that Velvette couldn’t take her eyes off of Odette. And her eyes just kept going from each and every curve Odette’s dress emphasized. She was so mesmerized that she almost didn’t realize when Odette spoke for the first time.

​

“Oh,” Odette said, looking up, her face already beet red, “You already got me something to drink?”

​

“Yes! I got you a frappe, I figured who wouldn’t love a fappe, I mean, you might not like it, you have different taste buds than me, but I wouldn’t have gotten you it if I knew you hated them, maybe I should just get you something else real quick!” She was rambling, goddamn rambling, she never fucking rambled! She was an overlord, for gods' sake. But for some reason, she just couldn’t stop. Ughhhh, this wasn’t her first time around a girl; she had done this before. God, she was embarrassing herself, now Odette would never want her, especially after the kiss, god the kiss, “Look about the k-”

​

“I love frappachinos, I mean frappe’s, yes, that's what I meant! I mean, you're right, who wouldn’t love frap-”

​

Odette was talking to her. She could die happy now. No, then she would never get to kiss Odette again, Odette, who was just about to drink some of that goddamn frappe with the potion in it! She had to let her; it was the only way Velvette could be certain that Odette would be hers. Odette had to drink it, but then would Odette even like her, or would it just be the potion? Would that even matter if she could just have Odette? Against all of Velvette’s better judgment, she screamed, “Don’t drink the goddamn frappe!!”

​

“What?” Odette said, jumping back, startled!

​

“I just saw a customer pull a roach out of their frappe. A goddamn ROACH! So you can’t drink that! What if that one also had a roach? Look,” Velvette said, reaching across the table and grabbing Odette’s hands, “I know a better spot, one that has zero roaches! Let's go there instead!”

​

—

​

Roaches, that's what she was talking about, right, except Odette couldn’t fucking concentrate because of Velvette’s hands, wrapped around hers. Her hands!!

​

“Odette? Odette?”

​

“Yes, Velvette!!” Odette said, immediately snapping to attention,

​

“What I was saying is that we need to go to this new place!”

​

“Ok! I would love to, not love, I mean it would be nice, but I wouldn’t call it l-” Odette stopped feeling a sudden heat wash over her. Looking up, she immediately noticed Velvette’s eyes were locked on her. Velvette was looking at her, and the way she was staring was almost predatory. She needed to look at anything but Velvette’s eyes.

Fuck, of all the places she could have looked, and of course it had to be Velvette’s lips. Even worse, she could feel Velvette’s eyes slowly moving down to her lips. She was screwed; she couldn’t look away. They were going to kiss again. They couldn’t kiss again. After one kiss, she was wrecked, but if she had one more, she would be ruined for everyone else for life. So she couldn’t kiss Velvette. Couldn’t! But against all her better judgment, her body was choosing for itself and leaning in, preparing for Velvette’s lips to crash onto hers and devour her again.

​

Ring!! Ring!!! Ring!!!!!!

The moment was ruined by someone’s goddamn phone. Whose phone even was that? Either way, she was going to send that person to a new ring of hell... Fuck, that was her phone. Even worse, her mother was calling, fuck, she needed to answer this, and when she did, she needed to be as far away from Velvette as possible, I’m so sorry, Velvette, I need to go!” she said, sprinting off. Leaving Velvette sitting at the table, confused and way too red.

​

—

​

She was finally back at Vee tower. It might have taken an extra hour or three to get here, but that was only because she had to sort through all of her emotions and what she was going to say to Vox and Val. Well, it was now or never.

​

“Vox!!! Val!!! Get down here!!”

​

“Took you long enough, Vel. How’d it go? Is she wrapped around your finger? Spill!”

​

“Voxxy, calm down, let her lead us on for a little, first it's more fun that way.”

​

“I didn’t do it.”

​

“What!!!” Vox and Val said in stunned unison!

​

“Because- if you let me finish, it was a terrible fucking idea!”

​

“Excuse me, Vel! It was a genius idea! You get the girl, and we all get to take down Carmilla Carmine!”

​

“No, it wasn’t a genius idea, Vox. Look, what I’m trying to say is I really like Odette. I’ve never felt this way before, and I want this to be real, so no potions and no interference. I want to do this my way! Let me have fun with this. Sure, it might take longer, but I mean, you’re used to waiting, I mean, you waited 7 years for Alastor.”

​

“Excuse me!”

​

“Ugghh, Voxxy, back to the point, this isn’t the time for your obsession with the radio demon.”

“Look, I’m not-”

“Back to the point!!”

​

“Ugghhh, ok! What I’m trying to say is-”

​

“We, Voxxy, we are trying to say”

​

“We just don’t want you to get hurt when we know there is an easier way.”

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“Vox, I know, but I got this, please, just put a little more faith in me.”

​

“Sweetie, we’ll trust you on this, but please let us know if you do need any extra help.”

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“EEEEE thank you, Vox!!”

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Cough, cough

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“And you too, Val, I love you both!!"

​

—

​

“Is this really a good idea, Voxxy?”

​

“I hope so, that girl better not break Velvette’s heart.”

Masterlist

Summary:

“You’re lucky I didn’t skin the bitch!” Velvette’s pissed at Carmilla, and what better way to make her pay then to mess with one of her little shadows? But what happens when Velvette starts to catch real feelings?

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1: Little Shadows

Chapter 7: Late Night Talks

"Ughhhhhhh!" Velvette groaned. She was one hundred percent wasted and questioning all her life choices.

Everything had been going so good. She had fucking made out with Odette, for hell's sake. But then she messed up. She didn't know what she did. But she knew it must've been horrible for Odette to run away in the middle of them making out.

Velvette hated being this unsure of what to do. She had always been amazing at dates, hookups, situationships, and anything else romance-related. But for some reason, this was entirely different. Maybe it's because she's never felt this way. What was even the right word, love? No, it was wayyy too soon for the l word. She doesn't even do love. Never did and never will. If you love someone, they have all the power. And every single time, they will use your feelings to use you. But somehow, deep down, Velvette still wanted to risk it all for Odette.

But even if Velvette wanted to get to the l word, that was out of the question. Because she still had no idea what she did to fuck up everything. So, she did the only logical thing you could do in that situation. Drink your feelings away.

—

Crash! Velvette threw a bottle at the bar's wall and was getting ready to throw another when she felt a hand around her wrist.

"W..ha.t th...e f...uc..k," she started to yell. Looking around to find who dared stop her, Velvette noticed that the club had emptied entirely except for Vox and Valentino, who were somehow there and dared to try and stop her.

"Damn Voxxy, your right; she is wasted." Valentino cooed, "A few more drinks, and I bet she might even sell her soul to you."

"Not now, Val!" Vox snapped. "What the fuck are you doing Vel! Do you know what this does for our image? Drinking an entire bar out! We are meant to be the model of perfection, and you are acting like this doesn't exactly scream perfection!"

"Fu..c.k you..u Vo…ox!" Velvette stuttered out.

All the alcohol was starting to get to Vel now. After all, everything was spinning. Velvette could hardly even think straight. Or sit straight, but she was done with all this berating from Vox, so she went to stand up, only for her feet to give out and the room to go completely black.

—

Her head was pounding. So she threw her head back further into her soft pillow. Hoping to drown out all the lights and sounds of the club. Wait club? Suddenly, Velvette rolled over in the soft cushion that clearly couldn't be a club. Then she discovered she wasn't in the club but back in her bed at the Vee's tower. With the pink lights dimmed and her pillows fluffed, they were practically begging her to fall back asleep, which was precisely what she was going to do until she heard a gentle "Nuh, uh. Don't go back to sleep yet, darling".

Deciding to finally face the music, Velvette looked right into the screen face of Vox, which had been dimmed considerably to not irritate Velvette's eyes.

"What happened?" Velvette muttered.

"You had quite a fall, doll; all those drinks finally caught up with you," Valentino cooed, spinning in Vel's chair to face her.

"What he means to say is you have a concussion, Velvette." Vox stated matter of factly, then added, "Also, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you at first. You obviously weren't ok. I know you never get that blackout drunk unless something is seriously wrong."

Velvette blinked, once than twice, not believing her ears. "You're sorry, Vox. You. Sorry. Damn, I must have a concussion if I just heard that. right"

"Well, you did hear that right. I'm really sorry for yelling at you. What's wrong, though, Vel?" Vox added, softness carefully being added to his tone.

"Oh, you know it's nothing…" Velvette added. Looking down carefully to avoid Vox's gaze. He could always see through her lying. He had since the moment he picked her up from the streets of hell.

"Is it about that cute blond, doll?" Valentino added, smirking slightly to himself.

"Odette!" Velvette snapped, gleaming to attention, "What, no?" she added a second too late, trying to disguise her accidentally letting on too much.

"Ah, that's who it is. The Carmine chick. I knew she looked familiar," Vox added, finally putting the pieces of what happened together.

"You normally don't have problems with girls' dolls; what's the issue?" Valentino questions, looking at Vel with all the confusion in hell.

Looking at both of them, Velvette noticed the concern and care in their gazes, so she finally decided to tell them everything. After all, they were the closest thing she had to family in hell.

"So," Vel started, "Odette. I don't know. At the last overlord meeting, she stood up for me. Then, I don't know, I couldn't get her out of my head. Everything about her, from her glasses to her hair to the way she tries not to laugh during the meetings. Ugh, it's so stupid!"

"Well, what's the problem so far?" Vox inquired.

So Velvette added, "The problem is seriously fucked up, and I don't even know what I did wrong. I might have stalked Odette and found out what club she was at. Then we flirted a little and started making out."

"Oo," Val interrupted, "How was it?"

"Well," Vel started, "I was goddamn amazing! It was probably the best kiss I've ever had, but then right in the middle of it, she fucking ran away! Like what did I do wrong!"

"Uggh," she groaned, "Why can't this be fucking easy!"

"Well, I know a way it could be," Val prompted. Sliding a bottle out of his jacket, then placing it into Velvette's hand, he whispered to her, "This is all you'll need, doll. You know what to do. Then she'll be all yours."

"But," Velvette stuttered, hesitantly adding, "I want her to really like me. Besides, what if she gets hurt or it doesn't work."

"Aww, darling," Vox added, "But what if you don't give her this and she never talks to you again. You wouldn't want to lose her like that doll, would you? You want Odette to be yours. Besides, doll, you made this potion, so there's no way it won't work. And it'll help us soooo much."

"I still don't know," Vel said, looking confused, then adding, "What do you mean it'll help you guys though?"

"Well darling," Vox added, "Carmilla Carmine. We both want to get rid of her right."

"Duh, that old geezer sucks," Velvette quickly spat out.

"And who would know her weak spots?" Vox added.

"O..dette," Velvette responded.

"Exactly Velvette!" Vox stated, "And if we get rid of Carmilla. She absolutely hates you; there's no way in hell she'd let you be with her daughter. If you really want Odette, you'll have to get rid of her."

"Do you really think Carmilla would keep me away from Odette?" Velvette licked her lips, contemplating, "But I still don't know why we need the potion. I think she still likes me."

"Aww doll, that's sweet and delusional," Val added, "Carmilla obviously is going to keep you away from Odette. And besides, if you want to get rid of Carmilla, are you sure Odette loves you enough to betray her mom?"

"Don't you want to be certain, Vel?" Vox asked.

"Do it for us, Vel," they both pleaded.

They both looked at her with such hope in their eyes. There was really only one thing to do. Odette would forgive her later. Right? Velvette grabbed her phone and texted, "Hey, 2 o'clock coffee on me. Meet me here, Carmine". It would all be ok; she would get rid of Carmilla and then get Odette. All it would take is a little bit of potion.

Chapter 8: The Date

Chapter 6: The Talk

“Mamá!” Odette stuttered. It shouldn’t have been possible. Clara had dragged Odette out tonight because their mother was going to be busy until tomorrow morning working on some new weapons deal.

“Ma..má?” Clara repeated. Doubt and drunkness edged into her voice. Almost as if she thought she was seeing an illusion. She must’ve also realized that their mother should absolutely not be here right now.

However, instead of getting any answers, all they got in return from Carmilla was a look of grim disapproval.

Finally, after what seemed like ages of staring, Carmilla finally spoke, but in a tone that instantly made you want to run for your lives, “Where were you, girls.”

Fuck. Fuck. What did Odette tell her? They were actually at one of the most popular nightclubs in the Vees district that, they weren’t supposed to be anywhere near. Odette was spared the shame of answering when Clara saved her ass by sputtering out, “W..e, we..r.e, ou.t, doi..n..g, d..e.li.vie.r..ie..s.”

The only shame. Carmilla wasn’t a complete and utter idiot who would fall for that. So instead of saying something like, ‘Oh my gosh, girls, I’m so glad you were working so hard,’ they had to deal with an eyebrow tilted down paired with the most utterly disbelieving look ever.

“Really?” Carmilla drawled. “That’s the best you can come up with. You are legit both are in tight black dresses and obviously drunk! I would at least expect you two to come up with a halfway decent lie. Obviously, the two of you haven’t picked up enough from me!”

Now, this was the time they were supposed to come clean. But instead, of course, Clara decided to try again. She spluttered out, “Z..e.sti..a.l!”

“Try again,” Zestial said. Emerging from the shadows so abruptly, both Carmine sisters shrieked at the top of their lungs.

“Girls, quiet down. It’s late.” Carmilla drawled.

But the girls were too drunk to react properly. So, in their fight or flight responses. Clara ended up freezing like a deer in headlights. And Odette threw a dagger off the wall straight at Zestial, which thankfully missed.

“Zestial, leave, please.” Carmilla requested.

“Of course, old friend,” Zestial said, returning into the shadows from once he came.

“What the hell was he doing here!” Odette shrieked.

“He was here helping me look for you two!” Carmilla shrieked back. Then she added, “Do you know how worried I was when I got home early. I was preparing to have a fun night with my girls, only to realize they were goddamn missing! Missing! Do you know how many people in hell want to hurt you two! Thousands! I’ve seen the fucking lists!”

“Don’t worry, mamá, we were just at a club,” Odette tried to comfort.

“A club. Where!?” Carmilla followed up.

And, of course, that was when Clara came in, finally sobering up but still worsening the situation. “Just some club called like Consent.”

But the specification didn’t seem to make anything better. In fact, it seemed to make it worse, “Consent!” Their mother shrieked, “That is in the Vees area. What would you have done if you had run into any of them? Who knows what Vox, Valentino, or Velvette would have done to you!”

“Oh, I know exactly what they’d do,” Clara said mischievously, looking both accomplished and disgusted at the same time.

Suddenly, the room turned deathly chilly, and their mother became cool as ice, calmly stating, “Clara Carmine, what do you mean by that.”

“Nothing..” Clara tried. But it had gone too far. And their mamá was too angry right now, so Clara blurted out, “Velvette was making out with Odette!”

“What?!” Carmilla yelled.

Suddenly the last bit of self-preservation came in, and Odette blurted out, “What the fuck! Of course not!”

“Odette, explain now!” Carmilla commanded, “I want the truth.”

But Odette knew the truth was the one thing she couldn’t give her mother. Because all the truth would do is hurt Velvette. So Odette did the one thing she was awful at, lie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no way I’d make out with Velvette. I mean, I would, but she would never make out with me. Besides, you were tots drunk, Clara; the girl I was making out with barely even looked like Velvette!”

And somehow, with Velvette’s life in the balance, the lie was actually believable. So much so that their mom looked halfway convinced.

Of course, that was when Clara decided to interrupt, “I know what I saw; I’m not drunk…”. But before she could finish, she spilled her guts onto the entire carpet. This seemed to be all the proof their mother needed because Carmilla then went over and stroked Odette’s hair and said, “For one thing, I’m pissed. Both of you need to tell me where you’re going before you leave.” but then her eyes softened. She smiled and added, “But I’m so glad Odette that you are moving on and aren’t hung up on Velvette anymore.” Then she kissed Odette on the forehead and said, “I’m so proud of you.” She left the room. Still, on her way out, she said, “Also, you girls are replacing that rug, and you guys are going to get punished in the morning when you’re not so drunk.”

Then she left the room, leaving Clara and Odette alone.

“I know what I saw.” Clara said, “And I’m going to keep Velvette as far away from you as possible! She isn’t good for you!” And with that, Clara left the room, leaving Odette alone with her thoughts.

Somehow, though, even after everything that happened, Odette could still go to sleep. She was interrupted, though, by her phone vibrating.

Glancing over at the time that said 4 am, Odette groaned, “Ugh, who the fuck is up so early!!” 

But all Odette’s groans went away when she noticed the alert from Simstagram on top of the over 30 missed calls from Carmilla. Heart racing, Odette clicked on it.

It opened up, revealing the one profile Odette had longed to see, Velette. Followed up with a simple location and text that said “Hey, 2 o’clock coffee on me. Meet me here, Carmine.”

Chapter 7: Late Night Talks

Chapter 5: Welcome Home

Fuck. Fuck. Fucccckk.

Why did she do that! She was supposed to stay away from Velvette, not have an intense make-out session with her.

God, everything was spinning. And she was way too hot. Not to mention her heart thumping a million miles an hour. Or her panting that was faster than the time her family was being chased by exorcists. 

But, no, this was salvagable. She could fix this, right?

She had just kissed Velvette. Nothing else happened. Just one small kiss with Velvette. It meant nothing. It had to mean nothing.

If only it could be nothing. It was, in fact, the most intoxicating kiss Odette had ever had. Not to mention, it was with Velvette. Who Odette had liked forever. Who Odette thought there was no chance in hell she would ever kiss her. I mean, Velvette was an overlord, for hell's sake. And Odette, she was just the daughter of an overlord. She had no power of her own. There was absolutely no reason Velvette would've kissed her out of her own desire. There had to be some underlying motive. Her mom was right. Velvette was probably just using her. Right?

And it was horrible. Now that Odette finally got to taste Velvette, nothing else would ever be enough to compare it to. Not to mention the desire for more. And to keep going.

She could have kept going. She would have if not for Clara.

Odette needed to get in some air between the kisses, which led her to open her eyes briefly. But it was still enough time to make direct eye contact with Clara and see her horrified face. After that, Odette's instincts had taken over, getting her as far as the club as possible.

The only problem, Clara was running right behind her, trying to catch her. But there was no way in hell that was going to happen. So that is how Odette ended up here, running for her life, hoping to lock herself in her room rather than talk to Clara.

The only positive aspect of this situation was that since Clara chased her, Odette knew she hadn't tried to kill Velvette. Hopefully?

Usually, Odette would've told Clara everything about the night. And everything she thought about who she liked. But about Velvette, that changed everything.

Clara hated Velvette with a passion. So much so that Clara made an entire date board dedicated to Velvette. And that one time, Clara noticed that Odette had stared at Velvette a bit too long at an overlord meeting. Then Clara's hatred for Velvette had gotten ten times worse.

Odette never really had gotten to confess to Clara what she actually felt for Velvette. But that was because the one time Odette finally got the courage to say something, Clara ranted about how Velvette would hurt Odette just to get to their mamá. It hurt, but Odette knew Clara was only doing it because she was overprotective as fuck. It still hurt, though.

But now that Clara had seen her and Velvette making out. Odette was terrified that Clara would try to rat Velvette out to their mom. Who would one hundred percent make good on her threat to murder Velvette. With Clara, who would absolutely love to help her.

It didn't matter to both of them that Odette was an adult who could make her own decisions. And that she had chosen to kiss Velvette. No to her mamá and Clara, who thought she would always need protection.

No matter what happened to Velvette, it would be her fault. She should have stayed away. She needed to. God, she was so dumb.

But now was not the time to think about that. Odette had finally made it back home. Now, all she had to do was sneak in and rush to her room without Clara catching her. She knew she had to talk with Clara, but she was going to put that off for as long as possible.

So she creaked open the window she and Clara had sneaked out earlier with. But a shit ton of alcohol and nerves do things to people. So what should have been a quiet sneak through a window was a full-on fall into one of her mamá's favorite vases.

Crap, she was so screwed! Quickly, Odette looked around, checking for any signs of her mother, but to her utter surprise and glee, she was gone! Carmilla was nowhere in sight. So Odette carefully went to her room and jumped into bed, finally relaxing after such a long day.

But, of course, Clara didn't give up that easily. So Clara swung open the door screaming, "Odette, stop running, we need to fucking talk!"

Flick!

Sitting in a chair across from her bed, Carmilla said, "Welcome home, girls. What exactly do we need to talk about?"

Chapter 6: The Talk

Chapter 4: Their First ‘Talk’

Odette immediately spit out her entire drink. And she also couldn't stop coughing, "God, Velvette, what the actual fuck are you doing here."

But instead of saying something even remotely intelligent, Velvette slowly checked Odette out, stopping extra long in certain places. To top it off, Velvette had the biggest fucking grin Odette had ever seen.

"I don't know. Why do you think princess? " Velvette taunted. Her grin turned even bigger than Odette would've thought was possible. And Velvette's eyes, Odette, didn't miss how they gleamed with something dark and seemed stuck on her lips.

Her lips. Wait! What the actual fuck? Velvette! There was no way Velvette was actually looking at her lips. And that answer, god, Velvette was obviously just deflecting. Her mamá was right. Velvette was probably just there to get information from Clara and her.

Although if this was Velvette's way of interrogating people, Odette didn't mind.

Suddenly, Odette realized what she had missed. And made her face turn a complete shade of red. " Princess ! Velvette, what in the actual hell!"

Yep. Odette was done. Velvette had finally struck her last nerve. She was probably spying on her. And she was mocking her with princess , for god's sake. Odette wanted to punch her. Then, yell at her again. And finally, kiss her.

No. Not kiss Velvette. Odette would never kiss Velvette.

Odette couldn't. No matter how infuriating and beautiful Velvette was. And god, so arrogant that Odette just wanted to shut her up with a kiss. But no, she could never. Would never for both their sakes.

—

God, Odette was so freaking beautiful. And blushing. Velvette didn't even someone could blush that hard. It was so bloody adorable.

Velvette had been at the club for thirty minutes before finally getting enough courage to buy Odette a drink.

Odette was mesmerizing; I mean, sure, she was just sulking and drinking enough alcohol to knock out any average person. Still, Odette seemed to have a bloody good tolerance.

And Odette drinking. The way her hands moved. God, the places Velvette's mind went.

God. It was pathetic how anything Odette did seemed to drive Velvette obsessive. I mean, paying attention to someone drinking?! Velvette never would have done that before. And now? What was happening to her? Bloody hell, how bad would this be if Odette finally gave her attention?

And after Odette drank the drink, Velvette had ordered. Odette had fucking moaned. It made Velvette feel like her entire body was on fire. And it ignited something deep inside of her.

God, she needed more. So she talked to her.

And to hear Odette talk to her. Even if Odette was yelling at her. It was amazing. Her name coming out of Odette's mouth sounded like a prayer. And god, Velvette would go on her knees and beg Odette to say it again. And she needed more than just her name. She needed to know Odette's dreams, passions and hopes. Velvette wanted to know every single thing about Odette. And she needed to open herself up to Odette, too. It was too early for these feelings, this longing, but it just felt so right.

And that's not even talking about Odette's attractiveness. I mean, far away, she looked stunning. But up close, she was so breathtaking that Velvette couldn't keep her eyes off every curve the dress highlighted.

To be here with Odette after dreaming about her for the past two days was a miracle. So much so that she couldn't help but get the shit-eating grin off of her face. Or the nickname that came out.

God, her eyes went to Odette's blush again. But then they seemed to be pulled down to Odette's lips. Odette's soft, lush, plump, beautiful lips that Velvette wanted to kiss more than anything else.

"Velvette!" Odette screeched.

Right, what was Odette saying? Velvette had gotten so lost on Odette's lips that she hadn't been able to focus on what Odette had been saying. Maybe some question about why she was here? Just then, something caught her attention.

"Is that my dress!" Velvette exclaimed.

"What!? No!!" Odette tried to say. But she really was a terrible liar. Her blush deepened so much that even her neck became bright red.

Odette then tried to make up some excuse, but all Velvette could focus on was her dress on Odette. Her work on Odette. Did she like it? I mean, she must've if she had worn it. And how it looked on Odette. Bloody hell, Velvette's imaginings hadn't done Odette justice. Odette, in her dress, was perfection.

Suddenly, she couldn't stop herself from interrupting Odette, "Do you like it?" Velvette asked nervously. Velvette cursed herself for letting her worries creep into her voice. But she couldn't stop it, no matter how much she tried.

Finally, Odette stammered slightly, "Well, as much as I would love to say no. That's a lie. I hate to admit it, but this is probably one of the best dresses I have ever worn."

"Velvette! Are you ok! Are you crying!?" Odette asked quickly, rushing to her side. There was so much worry and something else clouding Odette's vision.

No, she wasn't crying. She didn't cry. It was stupid. It really was. But Odette's approval had caused her face to burn hotter than it ever had before. And her eyes, god, she tried to wipe the tears before Odette thought she was some weakling, but Odette stopped her.

Odette had grabbed Velvette's hand with her one hand. And her other was gently wiping the tears from Velvette's eyes. And she was murmuring, "It's ok" to Velvette.

They stayed like that for several moments until Velvette noticed that Odette's eyes had switched from her eyes to her lips. Her lips! She was inching a little forward, but Velvette was too stunned to move. Then, abruptly, Odette took a step back, quickly muttering a quick sorry.

No. No. No. Velvette was not going to miss this opportunity. She quickly moved forward, grabbing Odette's arm and moving Odette to face her. Then she saw Odette's face. Some soft tears were coming down her face. Odette tried to angle her face away, but with her other hand, Velvette moved Odette's face back to face hers.

She wanted, no needed, to kiss Odette.

So, fuck it, she was going to do it. But first, she grabbed onto Odette's face tighter and slowly licked away each of Odette's tears one by one.

Odette blushed furiously but finally stammered, "Leave me alone, Velvette! Don't mock me with your stupid games!"

"Games!?" Velvette panted, "This isn't a game!"

That was it. Velvette's patience had finally snapped. So she brought her lips to Odette's and finally kissed her.

It started out slow and hesitant. Then Odette quickly pulled away.

Velvette was crushed, but then she heard Odette murmuring a "fuck it." And came back in and kissed Velvette with twice as much passion as before

No, kiss wasn't the right word, but devour was. This time, the kiss was deep, hungry, and desperate. The two of them were clinging to each other for dear life like it was their only chance.

It was not sweet and gentle. It was rough and needy. It was Earth-shattering.

Odette had tilted Velvette's word on her axis. And if this is what it led to. She would throw everything away just for one more second of kissing her.

And the taste of Odette. Odette was sweet and delicious. And her mouth was so welcoming. Gladly challenging each of Velvette's kisses and deepening them further.

God, she wasn't a princess ; she was a cupcake . Sweet and delicious.

They were in their own world. Time had seemed to stop. Velvette had no clue how much time had passed. And it was perfect until Odette tightened up abruptly and pushed Velvette away. Then ran. Literally ran away from her out the door.

What had she done wrong???

Chapter 5: Welcome Home