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darkwolf989 · 2 days

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Can I request Valentino x wife!reader where they take their 2 months old daughter to get vaccinated and Val just can’t stand to see his little princessa cry after receiving a vaccine shot

Oh my god this is the SOFTEST Valentino thing ever. I love it! Enjoy!

Valentino watched as his wife lifted the baby from the bassinet. Typically he would be right by her side, assisting wherever needed. But for the moment, he held back, baby carrier in hand as he watched his reader, his wife, snuggle the baby to her chest. It didn’t matter that neither of them had slept a full night in two months, or that they only showered that morning by the grace of Vox’s canceled meeting. He wouldn’t trade the sight of her holding their daughter for the world.

He set the carrier down and stepped forward. He carefully took the baby from her, leaning over and placing her into the protective seat with careful hands. The infant blinked up at him with the same blue eyes as his wife and cooed.

“That’s right niñita, Daddy’s here,” he said softly as he lifted the entire carrier up. “We’re taking a trip downstairs, okay bebita?” He lifted up the entire carrier, leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek as they stepped into the elevator.

Doctors appointments for any other infant in the world would involve a trip in the car, a potential rescheduling of naptime, and ensuring everything the child could possibly need when leaving their home was carefully packed in case of emergency. But for Valentino’s daughter, the trip simply involved a baby carrier, a diaper bag, short elevator ride and perhaps most importantly, her father ensuring his studio was absolutely empty.

Admittedly, never did he think he would be using the high tech nurses office he installed in the studio for anything more than medical fetish pornography, or the occasional employee with sex toy induced emergency, let alone his daughter's eight week old check up. But the convenience of having a pediatrician work around their schedule, and having access to everything in house couldn’t be ignored. And for Valentino, clearing the studio was less of a feat than taking a trip outside of the V tower.

As soon as the elevator door opened, they stepped out and carried the infant down the hallway and into the office. Upon arrival, his wife immediately began the discussion with the doctor. He left her to it as he lifted the baby from the carrier and held her to him.

“Are we in a new place, muñeca? What do you see?” He asked as he gently cradled her so that she could see the entire room. “I see two blue chairs, and one green table, and a silver container full of white cotton balls and…”

“Val? Bring her back over, doc is ready,” his wife interrupted his conversation with their daughter.

Begrudgingly, Valentino walked back to where they stood and handed the baby over to the doctor. He watched her carefully as the doctor weighed her, listened to her insides, and examined her thoroughly to be sure she was okay. As soon as she was finished, Valentino picked his baby girl back up and held her back to his chest protectively.

“Everything looks great,” the doctor said cheerfully. “She’s due for her two month vaccinations- three shots and then I’ll see you again in a month.”

Valentino gritted his teeth. “Shots?”

Reader nudged him, “Val, we talked about this.”

As someone who had given and received more needles than most, Valentino knew first hand the pain they caused. And that was the last thing he ever wanted his sweetheart to experience.

“Are they really necessary?” He asked uneasily. “She’ll cry and…”

“And you can pick her up and cuddle her until she settles and then we’ll go home,” his wife interrupted calmly. “You and I both did the research. We talked to how many doctors? We both decided this was the best course of action for her.”

Hesitantly, Valentino handed her back over to the doctor. As soon as she left the warmth of his arms, her cries began. His wife tucked her arm into his and laid her head on his shoulder. Valentino laid a comforting arm on his wife and grimaced at the sound of her cries.

Valentino knew it was the best choice for her.

Valentino knew the shots would protect her in ways he couldn’t.

Valentino knew that they had done everything possible to make sure this was the best decision for their daughter.

But the facts didn’t make his heart hurt for her any less. Nor did it make the innate instinct to take his child and get her as far away from the source of the pain any less powerful. As soon as the last bandaid was put on, he swept his daughter up in his arms and gently rocked her. His wife turned to the doctor to review the follow up procedures as he comforted the screaming child.

“Shush, Princessa. Daddy is here. It’s okay. I know it hurts,” he muttered. “I’m sorry little one, I promise it was for your own safety. I know, I’m sorry it hurt.”

“She’s probably hungry too, Val,” Reader said softly as he tried desperately to soothe his daughter. “Let’s pop over into your office and I’ll nurse her before we go back upstairs.”

He looked at the clock. She had a point, it was almost her lunch time. Or was it snack time? It didn’t really matter either way- she ate almost every two hours. He passed his daughter back to his wife and picked up the empty baby carrier, along with the diaper back. Together they left the nurses office, and made their way back towards the elevator. He let them into his work office and reader took her usual place on the couch as Valentino locked the door.

He sat next to his wife as she nursed their daughter. He put his arm around her and gave reader a soft kiss on the top of her head. There was something primal, something pure and so incredibly beautiful about seeing his wife feed his daughter. Bottle or breast didn’t matter to him- it was the early mornings, late nights and sheer dedication to this tiny little baby. No matter how exhausted she was, she always put their child first. Something Valentino recognized and did everything in his power to only take care of their baby, but to encourage his wife to take care of herself.

“Here, I’ll burp her,” Valentino said when she was finished.

Reader handed her over to him and he held her upright against him. He pulled the cloth out of the diaper back and draped it over his shoulder before he positioned her so her head rested against the cloth. Carefully, he stood up as he patted her back. He walked around the room as he thumped her back firmly.

“You’re pretty good at this you know,” Reader’s voice came from behind him. He felt her lift the dry corner of the cloth and out of the corner of his eye, saw her wipe the little girl’s mouth. “Spit up should bother you more than it does.”

“Babies are pretty much just more delicate versions of inebriated adults,” he replied as she took the infant from him. With his now free hand, he lifted the diaper bag up and slung it over his shoulder. “They eat, they sleep, they cry, they throw up, and then they sleep again. It’s basically the same thing.”

Reader laughed as she settled the baby back into the carrier. “You have a point. What do you say we get this little one down for a nap and then…” she paused and let out a grin. “Have some alone time?”

Valentino pushed open the door, “only if by alone time you mean sleep.”

She laughed and walked across the dark studio to the elevator. “Of course that’s what I meant.”

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peppermint-walrus · 3 days

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Veeees 💕

#hazbin hotel #the vees #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox

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platonically-loving-alastor · 2 days

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Math

Vox: Did you know that the distance between Seattle and Austin is 34,095,562 grilled cheese sandwiches? Val: I did not. Vox: I did the math in my head just now. Val: That's fantastic. 34 million grilled cheese sandwiches, wow. How many loaves of bread is that? Vox: 68,191,124. Wait, loaves or pieces? Val: Loaves. Vox: Hold on. *recalculating* Vox: 3,409,556.2 loaves. If the loaves had 20 slices.

#i like the idea of vox doing random math calculations in his computer of a head because he can #i wish i had the motivation and talent to make a comic out of this #hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #voxval #the vees #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes

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silly-trans-guy · 9 hours

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More vee things I found on Pinterest

#hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #the vees #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #vox #velvette #voxval #random stupid post #Pinterest is crazy-

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caughtonwebcam · 2 days

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cybercore vox 💙🤍⚡️

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hazbinroomservice · 3 days

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wait wait wait forget doom—

how many packs can Vox run on the Sims simultaneously before he crashes?

he can run pretty much infinite packs, the downside is that he stays stationary while you play the sims on him. i made him make sure i could play sims <3 otherwise he’d sleep on the couch again.

-velvette

reminder i now have a discord server where you can chill, share art, talk to me and ask about my blog, where you can roleplay and just meet some really cool people :)

the link is here < click on the word!

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galaxytoons · 3 days

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Babe wake up new Vox head canon just dropped

I imagine he gets bored and just

No I’m not projecting onto him or anything what are you talking about

JOIN THE DISCORD HERE!

Reblogs are appreciated! :3/nf

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bapple117 · 2 days

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lil birthday Vox I did for one of my server users :3 💙

#vox #vox hazbin #vox hazbin hotel #the television demon #vox fanart #hazbin #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #the vees #bapple draws #bapple’s art

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lalalalalalakakakak · 13 hours

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After their first break up of the week

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allastoredeer · 1 day

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Blacked-Eyed Camera - A RadioStatic Fanfic Snippet.

The lights were too bright and it was making Alastor’s leg hurt.

Granted, the lights, themselves, weren’t the direct cause of the ache in his upper thigh, but their harsh brightness burned his eyes, made him sweat underneath the silk, red shirt he’d been dressed in, and was steadily drilling a headache inside his skull. The building discomfort throughout is body pulled his his attention to every other irritant as it made itself known. The sweat beginning to bead on the back of his neck. The sticky cling of his shirt. The dull pang behind his left eyes. The deep, throbbing ache inside his leg.

He fought the urge to dig his fingers into the meat of his thigh, to tear the pain directly out of his bones, and turned his face toward camera as a jaunty, bouncing theme song played through the speakers. Alastor leaned back into the soft blue armchair with a charming smile as Vox, seated behind his desk, spun around on his chair. He planted an arm on the sleek surface to stop himself as soon as he was facing the front of the set.

“And welcome back viewers to Vox 2 Nite,” he said with flourish, greeting the cold, black-eyed lens of the camera stationed in front of them with a dashing smile. His voice was fast and full of boisterous energy. Stimulating in a way to grab his invisible audiences’ attention and quick enough to force them to pay close attention to catch his every rapid-fire word.

“We’ve got a special show for you tonight, folks. Hell’s first, in-depth look into the catastrophic event that racked our beloved, damnable city. We at Vox News know our beloved viewers have been frothing at the mouth for the details, and we’re delighted to finally shed some heavenly light on the subject.” Vox’s expression became coy in a way that implied the juicy details of a tantalizing secret. One that he was all to eager to spill, if only someone asked. “But first, let me introduce you to my co-host.”

He turned to Alastor and the curve of his smile crawled up his screen in what could only be described as pure, vicious delight. Alastor forced himself to relax as he curled his hands on top of his cane, fitting them so perfectly around the curve of the microphone that it was if it’d been molded specifically to his touch. Which, in way, it had. It’d been a constant companion of his since his arrival in Hell, always in reach and always reliable.

He used it’s reliability to ground himself now. To keep his hands from grasping his thigh and squeezing the pain out of his nerves. He looked away from Vox, back toward the camera, and fought back a wince as the harsh lights bored down at him. His headache panged.

“Say hello to Alastor, the most recent addition to the Vee’s,” Vox introduced him. The emphasis on “Vee’s” is subtle. A faint press on the word that's barely noticeable, but Alastor saw it for what it was. An intentional jab. A needling reminder of where he was and who he was with.

As if he could forget.

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Just a lil snippet from the StaticRadio fic I'm working :3

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darkwolf989 · 2 days

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( i fixed it a bit)

Can i request being Valentino's daughter that is 17 years old, He tries to introduce vox as his boyfriend to us for the first time

( hope that makes sense💓)

Valentino paced the hallway in the kitchen. His daughter would be home from practice at any moment, and truth be told, he wasn’t ready. If it was up to him, he would have kept this information private. But it wasn’t- and Vox’s ultimatum wasn’t a consequence he was willing to suffer.

“Val, she already loves me. She literally calls me Uncle Vox,” Vox said from where he lounged on the couch. “Why are you so worked up?”

Valentino gritted his teeth. It has been two years since his daughter had fallen beside him, two years since he found out her mother, his human lover, had ascended into heaven. Of course he had tracked her down- after all, a fifteen year old dropped to hell was a big deal.

He had spent the better part of those two years trying to get to know her, trying to figure out the type of being she was. And by all accounts that he could figure out, she didn’t belong down here. She was smart, viciously snappy, and well- she looked more like an angel than a demon with her blue eyes and blonde hair. But she was Valentino’s daughter, and much to his dismay, having his blood course through her veins was apparently enough to make her fall. He couldn’t see a reason otherwise, and the few times he did try to talk about why she fell she simply shrugged her shoulders.

She had been closed off at first, and it was a slow process to begin to build a relationship, to gain her trust. Honesty and consistency in every area of his life, with the exception of his relationship with Vox, had been the key to getting her to show any sort of emotion.

He tried to keep her life as parallel to life on Earth as he possibly could. Enrolled her in school, encouraged her to join the same sports teams she had played on when she was alive, and supported everything she did to the best that he could. Finally, with enough time, it seemed they had gotten to a place where she trusted him enough to tell him, to show him when she was upset, happy or most commonly- angry. To a point where he actually believed she felt comfortable and safe in their home.

What would she say when she found out that he and her Uncle Vox were more than just friends? Would that ruin the trust he had so painstakingly built up?

He heard the elevator door click and the rage he was a master at controlling spilled out of his daughter.

“Fucking whores, all of them,” she yelled as her pink bag flew across the room and landed inches away from one of the floor to circling glass windows. “Fuck!”

“What’s got you all riled up?” Vox asked without looking up from his phone.

“What��s the matter, bebita?” Valentino asked as she flung herself in his chair.

“We are so fucked if we play as badly on Saturday as we did on at practice today, I swear to Christ if I get one more accidental kick…” she began with a snarl.

Both Valentino and Vox waited patiently for her to unload. Listening, not trying to solve the issue, seemed to be the best way to support her when she was this upset. They had both come to learn that she held her emotions deep inside, and Vox theorized that events from her life on Earth triggered this coping mechanism, this anger. They figured the best way to handle it was to give her a safe place to vent.

Finally she sighed. “But I guess it’s whatever. What are we doing tonight? And are we going out to dinner? Cause I’m fucking starving.”

Valentino tried to hide a smile. Maybe, just maybe she was more like him than he would like to admit. “Watch your mouth, niñita,” he scolded gently. “But to answer your question, yes we are. I made reservations at your favorite place.”

That seemed to brighten her up. She picked up her bag from where it landed and went off to her room, presumably to shower and change.

“She really is your daughter, Val. She acts just like you when you were that age,” Vox said as he stood up. He wrapped his arms around Valentino’s waist and kissed his neck. “Stop worrying. She’s tough, tougher than maybe even you.”

Valentino sighed. “Yeah. I guess so.”

They turned their heads at the sound of a crash and a slew of curse words.

“Maybe we should tell her in the limo?” Vox suggested.

“That might be a good idea,” Valentino responded. “Should… should we go check on her?”

“Probably best to give her her space,” Vox replied as he rested his head on Valentino. “And let’s feed her first. Make sure she’s in a good place mentally. Let her calm down, she seems really upset.”

Several hours and one calm dinner later, reader was sprawled out in the limo, scrolling through her phone as they made their way back towards home.

Valentino looked at Vox and Vox nodded.

“Baby?” Valentino said gently. “We need to chat.”

Reader looked up from her phone, “about what?”

“Your Uncle Vox and I…we’re dating.” The words rushed out of Valentino’s mouth. “And we wanted you to hear it from us first before anyone else.”

“Ohhkay…” reader responded. “Cool. Thanks for telling me.”

To Valentino’s surprise, she picked her phone back up.

“Wait, do you have any questions for me? For us?” he asked.

She paused and looked up from her. “Dad, I’ve known you two have liked each other since I got here. It's sort of about time you and Uncle Vox made it official…”

Her voice trailed off and an expression he hadn’t seen before washed over her face as she tried to process the information. Glimpses of fear, worry that she seemed to be trying to desperately contain.

“This changes nothing overall, princessa,” he reassured her. “We just wanted to make sure you heard it first from us.”

He watched as she looked away and to his surprise, he saw tears creeping out of the corner of her eye, and something inside of her seemed to break. Gone was the anger from earlier. For the first time in the two years they had lived together, she began to cry.

“Bebita? What’s wr-”

Vox was next to her before he could move. As he watched him wrap her in his arms he felt his heart pang. Why was she so upset? He opened his mouth to ask, but Vox shook his head as she broke down into sobs against him.

“Please don’t kick me out,” she gasped between breaths. “Please, Daddy. Vox, please. I can’t do it again, I can’t.”

“Kicking you out? No, honey. Never.” Vox said softly.

“Why would you think that sweetheart?” Valentino asked as he moved to the other side. “Hey, hey deep breath. You’re okay.” He gently rubbed her back. “Talk to us. Come on babygirl, please. Tell us what’s wrong.”

She swallowed, her expression a blend of sadness and fear. Finally, Valentino heard her inhale.

“You, you asked me a long time ago why I fell,” she began in a shaky voice. “I..I wasn’t completely honest when I said I didn’t know.”

Slowly, her story came out. Her mother, who remarried when reader turned thirteen, long after Valentino had descended into hell. A stepfather she loved while her mom dated, and changed for the worse when they got married. How she ran away at the age of fourteen, after he told her she couldn’t stay with them. The sins she committed simply to survive on the streets. The final year of her life before her arrival in Hell.

Valentino felt sick to his stomach as he listened to the things she did, the pain in each and every word she spoke. When she grew quiet again, he reached for her and pulled him.

“Never. That would never happen, not here with me. I promise.” He said softly.

“I, I know. And I kn-know Uncle Vox wouldn’t…I’m not afraid I’m just…” she choked out.

“Traumatized,” Vox said quietly. “Sometimes when we live through events so similar to our lives on Earth, they trigger that pain, that sadness and that fear. We can reassure you all you need, but you need to let these emotions, these memories out. You don’t need to suffer holding them inside.” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. “And we will reassure you as much as you need. You’re ours, and you’re going nowhere.”

“If you ever vanished, we would find you. No matter what, your home here is your home. Nothing will ever change that,” Valentino added. “You’re a part of this family. Now and forever, no matter what happens.”

He felt the rise and fall of her chest against him as he held her, allowing her tears to flow freely and then settle. Finally, the limo rolled to a stop.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and have a family movie night?” Vox suggested as he watched her expression carefully. “No pressure if you need time to yourself.”

They had both offered her that escape whenever she released a slew of emotions. To their surprise, for the first time since she was offered the out, she shook her head.

“Then movie night it is,” Vox said cheerfully as he pushed open the limo, taking her hand as he stepped out of the limo. “Com’on kiddo, let's go. Dealer's choice.”

One movie turned into two, and halfway through the third, reader fell asleep on the couch. Even with her being seventeen, it was effortless for Valentino to lift her up and carry her to her bedroom. As soon as she was safely tucked in, he turned out the lights and made his way to his own bedroom.

“Do you think we did the right thing? Said the right things?” Valentino asked as he opened his arms for Vox to snuggle to him.

“I think the fact that she spent the entire night with us more than answers that question. We might want to consider trying to find her someone to talk to though- a therapist maybe. I get the feeling the fits of rage we’re seeing are a mask of her true emotions- and she’s going to need guidance in processing her feelings, especially at seventeen years old." Vox suggested as he climbed into his arms.

“If she would entertain it, sure,” Valentino replied. “We can talk about it.” He closed his eyes.

He felt the weight of Vox’s head on his chest as he tried to quiet his mind. He loved both his daughter and his boyfriend with everything he had.

And he would do everything in his power to make sure they knew that.

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