Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 6 : Feelings, Such Funny Things

As the clock on the wall struck six, signalling Vox's arrival at the Hotel, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension within me. true to his word, he has come to collected, and I couldn't help but nervously think of what was awaiting me this evening. Stepping out of the hotel, I found vox waiting for me, his presence commanding attention as always. He steps out of the car and flashes me a charming smile, whilst opening the door for me. I give him a curt nod to say thank you and hop in. As we drove through the twisted landscapes of hell, I couldn't help but sit and marvel at the chaos and strange beauty outside. We arrive at what appears to be a house, judging by the design, im going to say Vox's house. A large house with a very sleek and tech savvy design. The exterior was covered in sharp lines and metallic accents, hinting at the high levels of technology hidden within.

He coaxes me inside and I follow him down a dark hallway with a door at the end. Stepping inside that door, I found myself surrounded by a world of monitors and screens, each on adorning a dizzying display of data and information feeds. The colour scheme matched the outside of the house, black and blue, casting an otherworldly flow that was rather captivating. Despite the high-tech décor, there was a sense of warmth and comfort in the space, with sort lighting and plush furniture in areas. As we settle in Vox introduced me to his unexpected housemate. His hammerhead shark, Vark, who swam gracefully in a large tank that dominated one corner of the room. It was a surreal sight, but one that strangely seemed to match Vox and what little I know about him. Vark seemed to take notice of our presence and glided towards us through the water with a sense of curiosity. With a sense of wonder, I reach my hand out towards the shark, slowly, not wanting to spook the shark. To my delight, he nuzzled against my hand, his smooth skin brushing against my fingers in a surprisingly affectionate gesture.

Vox let out a surprised chuckle "It seems Vark has taken a liking to you" he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "He normally not so welcoming to strangers, usually over protective. Consider yourself lucky" he says smiling. "Oh, thanks for warning me, was your plan to bring me over here for your pet to bloody eat me! Sorry I ruined your plans" I say, pouting at him. He rolls his eyes at me, smiling watching the interaction between me and Vark, a glimmer of fondness hiding deep in his eyes.

After a while of me petting his pet, he leads me to the living room. As I settle into the plush sofa in his living room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee takes over my senses. Vox handed me a steaming mug with a gracious smile, his eyes alight with curiosity as he settles down in the seat next to me. "So, tell me about yourself, what brings you to hell?" Vox began, his voice velvety as he fixes his gaze on me, with unwavering attention. I took a sip of the rich coffee, gathering my thoughts for a second before responding. "Honestly, im not entirely sure" I admitted, "There must be some reason, though I can't seem to recall what it might be". I nervously rub the back of one of my ears.

Vox chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he pressed back against the back of the cushions. "Ah, a mystery indeed" he remarked, a smirk starting at the corners of his mouth. "Well, if you ever figure it out, do let me know, im always up for a good story". I couldn't help but laugh at his response, the tensions easing between us as we share some light hearted conversation. As our conversation continued, filled with laughter and shared anecdotes, I found myself feeling more at ease in Vox's presence.  As Vox leans in closer during our conversation, a subtle yet captivating aroma surrounds him, enveloping me in its intoxicating embrace. I catch the smell of a musky cologne, tinged with notes of sandalwood and spice. It a scent that is both alluring and mysterious, mirroring his enigmatic presence as he sits beside me. the scent combined with the electric energy that he seems to radiate, creates an aura of intrigue and allure, drawing me further into his presence.

Vox notices my lingering gaze and with a playful smirk, he remarks "my, my, what do we have here? Are you finding yourself captivated by my irresistible charm?". Heat rushes to my cheeks, a blush betraying my embarrassment as I quickly brush off his remark with a nervous laugh "Oh, um, it's nothing" I stammer, attempting to regain my composure. Despite my attempt to downplay the moment, Vox's playful grin lingers in the air, a silent reminder of the surprising but undeniable chemistry that crackles between us. As the evening wears on and the hours grow late, I begin to feel a sense of weariness settle over me, prompting me to voice my desire to return home. I turn to Vox, "Would you mind taking me back to the Hazbin Hotel?" I inquire. "It's been quite an evening, and I think it's time for me to rest. I can't walk either, as I still don't have my bearings"

Vox nods understandingly, his expression tinged with a hint of regret. "Of course," he replied, rising gracefully from the sofa. "But before we go, there's something I was meaning to discuss". My curiosity peaked, I turn to face him, eager to hear what he has to say. Before I can get a word out, Vox raises his hand to his face, gesturing to the television screen that serves as his head. "I could tell the other night you were fascinated by my... unconventional appearance", he remarks, a wry smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "To be honest, im not entirely sure how it works myself. But we're in Hell, anything is possible. I can eat, drink, smoke and do all the things that a normal face would allow me to"

I nod in understanding. I mean I'm a cat looking demon for fuck's sake, nothing makes sense down here. Curiosity getting the better of me, I reach of tentatively, my fingers lightly brushing against the smooth surface of Vox's television screen. To my surprise, a small spark of electricity dances across my skin, causing me to recoil in shock. Vox's reaction is immediate, his playful facial expression replaced by a flicker of surprise, he watches with a keen interest as my fingers retreat form his screen. "No one's done that in a while" Vox remarks, his tone tinged with curiosity and something else, that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the realization that I've managed to catch him off guard. His normally composed façade slipping off for just a moment. Emboldened by his reaction, I meet Vox's gaze with a coy smile, the spark of electricity still tingling in the air between us. Vox's screen takes on a slightly pinker hue at my eye contact, I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the newfound connection that has blossomed between us.

With a final laugh, vox gestures for me to follow him to the car as we start to make our way back. As we were driving back, I couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze on me.  Glancing over, I caught him stealing glances in my direction, his eyes lingering on me with an intensity that sent a warm flush creeping up my cheeks. Feeling his gaze on me only heightened the already palpable tension between us, and I found myself growing increasingly flustered under his scrutiny. The air between us crackled with anticipation, the silence between us filled with unspoken words and unspoken desires. As we continued our journey through the twisting streets of hell, the heat of our mutual attraction sparking like electricity in the air. And as Vox's car glided to a stop outside the Hazbin Hotel, I couldn't help but wonder what the future holds for us.

"Thanks for the ride" I offer, breaking the silence, Vox turns to me, his eyes warm with gratitude and a hint of something more. "No, thank you for spending some time with me", he replies, his voice soft and sincere. I linger for a moment, as Vox's gaze meets mine, I feel a flutter of anticipation in the pit of my stomach, a silent invitation lingering between us. With a small smile, I step out of the car, bidding him a goodnight and saying I hope to see him again. I go up to my room and collapse onto the bed, the warmth of Vox's presence still lingering in the air. Theres no way im falling for a TV, right? I roll over in my bed and close eyes. Awaiting whatever dreams are in store for me tonight, slightly hoping that I see him in them.