Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss. I only own the OC Fenrir Morningstar.
"Never figured you'd know a small, practically cheap place like Franko's." Loona commented, sitting across from Fenrir at a booth. The two were at one of the local cafes in Imp City, one that Fenrir had been to a few times before. Franko's was always a nice place to go when one wants lunch, peace and quiet. God knows Fenrir had needed that when dealing with his parents or Charlie's shenanigans... or just the annoyance of some of Hell's inhabitents.
Fenrir shrugged while dipping a fry into tomato sauce. "I like to prove that I'm not what everyone thinks or expects of me. A Prince like me? They think I hang out at the luxurious, expensive places, which I can do. Hell, I own a penthouse in Pentagram City."
Loona whistled at that, hiding some jealousy. She won't admit it. Never. But yeah, she was jealous he stayed in a penthouse while her apartment was shitty and mediocre at best. Although, if she was dating him...
Don't go too far ahead, Loona. She silently scolded herself and made sure she hadn't given anything away by casually taking a bite out of her cheeseburger. He might not be interested in you anymore...
"Nice place?" She inquired, wanting to continue to make conversation without any awkward silence setting in. She wasn't an expert at this, so she didn't know what the fuck was right to say. So, say whatever comes to the front of her mind works.
Fenrir nodded. "Overlooks the entire city, and I can see the Hazbin Hotel."
Loona tilted her head. "I thought it was changed back to Happy Hotel."
"Alastor kept the sign as 'Hazbin Hotel'." Fenrir said in a dry tone, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Fucking Radio bastard..."
Loona snorted at that, unable to stop her small grin. "You really don't like that guy, do you?" She asked. She couldn't blame him. All it took was one meeting with Alastor for Loona to have a clear opinion of the Radio Demon. And that opinion was to stay the fuck away from him.
Fenrir shook his head. "Never will. He's up to something, I know he is. There's no way he's helping my sister out with her hotel just because he's bored and lacks 'entertainment'. Gone for seven years and reappears to help out the Princess of Hell?"
Loona nodded, finding that a little dodgy. "Sounds a little weird for a guy with his reputation." After she said that, a silence came between them. The only sounds were the other patrons in the cafe making their own conversations, or the sounds of whatever the fuck was going on outside.
"So..." Fenrir said, clearing his throat slightly. "You, uh, you wanted to talk about... us?"
Loona paused, not looking at him for her eyes were on her food. Fuck, why did he have to bring it up now? At least let her become a little more comfortable with talking about it... actually, no, that was just an excuse. She had been afraid of breaching the subject even though she was the one that asked for this. She placed her half eaten cheeseburger on the plate and looked at him.
"Y-Yeah." She said, cursing herself for the slight stutter. She fidgeted, trying to think of what to say. "Um.. I... fuck, I'm terrible."
"Ditto." Fenrir snorted, making Loona chuckle a little. "Let's just throw it out there, we had a date on your birthday. It was a date, right? I mean, I feel like I hijacked your birthday-"
"No, you didn't." Loona shook her head. "It was my birthday, you're a nice guy, and I figured 'what the hell? Why not have some company that isn't trying to get between my legs literally five minutes after meeting me?' So... yeah, it was an official or unofficial first date."
"Let's just call it a hang out between friends." Fenrir suggested, to which Loona nodded in agreement. "But I'd... I'd like to make up for it by taking you out on an actual date."
Loona blinked at that and looked at him.
"A real first date." Fenrir continued. "I... I like you, Loona. Fuck, I'm interested in you. Attracted. Whatever the word is. I'm as akward about this because I've never attempted for an actual relationship. Never had a... girlfriend."
Loona snorted. "I've never really had a boyfriend. Blitz would always get in the way of that whenever I try to make friends or talk with an attractive guy. You're the first that hasn't been driven off."
Fenrir let out an amused chuckle. "Do I look like the type of Hound who gets intimidated by an Imp who's way too overprotective and clearly has issues?
Loona smiled. "No."
"No." Fenrir agreed. His smile then fell. "If we're gonna make this work, then you should know something. Something that... may make you change your mind on dating me." Seeing that he had Loona's full attention, he inhaled deeply. "There's another girl that I like."
Loona stared at him in silence. Fenrir stared back, his eyes shifting a little in nervousness at what her reaction would be.
"Are you fucking leading me on?" She asked in a deathly calm tone, but Fenrir's instincts knew that behind the calm... was a fucking raging female.
"no! No! Loona, I promise, I'm not!" He quickly grasped her hand, his eyes pleading with her to let him explain. "it's just... Fuck, this is so fucked!"
"You're telling me." Loona huffed and was about to pull her arm back but he kept a good hold of it, his eyes pleading. She sighed. "Who the fuck is this girl?"
"Verosika Mayday." He answered.
Loona paused at that, her eyes wide. "You know Verosika Mayday?"
Fenrir nodded. "Met her five years ago when I was seventeen. I was a little... adventurous then. Doesn't help with being in my late teens and hormones hitting. I partied, drank and slept with any willing female. And one day, I got drunk hard at a bar that Verosika was at, she was drunk as well and we wound up sleeping together. Nothing came of it, but we did become friends as she had just gone through a breakup with her 'limp-dicked ex' as she calls him."
Loona stared at him, torn between being both furious and interested, so she opted for both. "What happened next?" She asked, trying to not sound interested but was failing.
"Well, Verosika was a rising popstar at the time, and it took her meeting my mother who she idolised in order to get her career kickstarted to new heights as Lilith mentored her." Fenrir said with a small smile. "I remained her friend and we hung out a lot..."
"Let me guess, those feelings of friendship changed to that of attraction." Loona said in a dry tone.
Fenrir winced but nodded. "Yeah. But I refused to act on them."
That caught Loona by surprise. She figured that, with him being the Prince of Hell and Verosika the famous popstar and one of the most beautiful Succubi to come from Lust, that they'd be the next hit couple of Hell. To hear that Fenrir refused to act on his feelings for Verosika was a surprise.
"She was a rising star and I didn't want to taint that by dating her and having people think she's where she's at because she slept with the Prince of Hell." Fenrir said, rolling his eyes with a scoff. He didn't care what the populace of Hell thought of him, but he refused to let Verosika become a target and he knew she would've. Nobody would take her seriously if they just thought her success came from sleeping with him. "So I was content to remain as her friend... and then a couple of months ago she got drunk badly."
"Dammit Rose." Fenrir muttered to himself as he arrived at the home of Beezlebub, the Sin of Gluttony and ruler of the Gluttony Ring, as well as his aunt in all but blood. He had gotten a call from her to inform him that Verosika was partying and... going out of control with her drinking.
She's had a bit of a bad drinking problem since Fenrir met her, but he didn't think it would get out of control but he should've accounted for that. Should've realized that there will come a day where her drinking becomes worse.
She needed help, that was for certain.
Entering the building, Fenrir saw the party was in full motion with Hellhounds getting high or drunk off their asses much to his slight annoyance and disgust as he rolled his eyes. And to think he had been like that at some point... now he was glad he mellowed out and stopped his daily nights of drinking and fucking. Last thing he wanted was to get some bitch pregnant and not know about it, which would result in the pups being put in the Hellhound orphanages.
While they were a... stable idea, they didn't work out all the time. He had been in talks with Bee about it and wanted changes to those orphanages, to not make it look like some prison or something. He had visited a few and seen the... unsanitary results for himself which disgusted him. prince of Hell he may be, he did care for his fellow Hellhounds, namely the pups. They didn't deserve that treatment just because their parents got drunk and/or high, conceived a litter, couldn't pay for it and dumped them in an orphanage.
So he had issued a new regulation, practically a new law. If one is to adopt a Hellhound pup, then it had to be someone who is actually interested in treating them like their own child. The one who was adopting had to fit the criteria of a parent - which was not easy since this was Hell - and NOT be adopting with the intent on treating the pup like a slave, servant, future bodyguard, or worse... put them in the Hellhound Fights.
Just like what happened to him when he was a pup.
Thankfully, he had ensured that would not happen to any other pup.
But back to the reason he was here.
Entering the crowd, ignoring some of the females sending him looks of interest, Fenrir looked for Verosika and growled when he couldn't see her due to how many were attending this party tonight.
"Fen! You made it!" The voice of his aunt pulled his attention and he looked to see the Queen Bee herself approaching. "Knew you'd get down here quickly."
"Good to see you too, aunt Bee." He gave her a quick hug. "Where is she?"
Bee pointed, and Fenrir looked, his eyes narrowing when he saw her making out with a poodle hellhound with red spectacles.
"She's been like this for... fuck, half an hour now?" Bee said, looking concerned. "She ain't doing so hot. Tried talking to her, to let her go home and sleep it off but she refused to listen."
Fenrir sighed. "She never drinks this much."
Pondering a little, Bee recalled a detail. "I think I overheard her talking with some people."
"About what?" Fenrir looked at her, raising a furry brow.
"Them asking about her ex and said person missing out on seeing his party flavor." The Sin of Gluttony made a face. "I think that ended up setting her off."
"Dammit..." Fenrir muttered, knowing that would set her off. He never asked about her ex, and she never brought it up since the day following their drunken escapade. He didn't know the name of her ex, and he doubted he will since Verosika was keen on ensuring she never thought of him again.
All he knew was that she wanted to move in with him, and then he stole her car the next morning, ran three rings around Wrath before maxing out her credit cards on shitty horse-riding lessons.
"Right, that's it." Fenrir said with a growl as he strode over to where Verosika was still making out with the poodle Hellhound.
Bee smirked, crossing one set of arms while the other pair went to her hips. "Oh, he's so got it bad for you, Vee." She muttered, fully aware of her honorary nephew's feelings for the popstar.
Stroding up, Fenrir pushed Verosika and the poodle Hellhound apart. "Oi, I think you'll find this is my dance." He remarked
"What's your problem?" Asked the poodle hellhound in a privileged, snooty tone, all before she took a look at the male wolf-like Hellhound. "Oh? You up for a threeway? If so, I have no problem with that." the poodle remarks with a sly smirk on her face.
Fenrir gave her a blank look. "Go fuck a willing Imp so they can catch your bitchiness from you." He retorted, somehow just able to smell how much of a bitch she was. Seriously, it radiated from her in more ways than one.
Verosika gasped like she was struck all before snarling. "The fucks your deal?"
"My deal? What is your problem, Vee?" Fenrir crossed his arms, frowning at her. He looked around, then grabbed her arm and pulled her to a secluded, private room in Bee's mansion. "Okay, tell me what the fuck is-"
"Stupid bastard… He shouldn't have done all that shit to me." She grumbles to herself, swaying in her spot. "After all that time we…"
"Vee..." Fenrir sighed, knowing she was meaning her ex.
Verosika turned to her, giving him a hungry look. "You won't leave me, will you?" She asked with a vulnerable tone as she got closer to him.
"Never." Fenrir shook his head. "But Vee-"
"Then why won't you look at me?" Verosika whined with wet eyes. "Why won't you just fuck me? Why won't you look at my tits?" She pulled her dress down a little, nearly having her DD-cup breasts spill out. "Or slap this ass?" She pulled her dress up and showed off her ass, while wearing a lacy black thong.
Fenrir didn't let the sight get to him. "Vee, you're drunk. Very drunk. You need to stop."
"What I n-n-need... is you to fuck me." Verosika slurs out drunkenly with a lewd grin on her face. "I know you wanna fuck me. I've known for the lo-longest time. You wanna fuck me like we fucked the first time. God, that was such a wild night~"
"We were both drunk that night." Fenrir deadpanned, though the memory of that night came in clear and blurs sometimes. "But... yeah, I will admit that I have thought about fucking you a few times."
He didn't want her because of her beauty, that was more of a bonus and irrelevant. Looks aren't everything. It wasn't because of her succubi allure, but of how he got to know her for all this time. He wasn't interested in Verosika Mayday the popstar, he was interested in just Verosika. All their genuine conversations, laughs, moments, he couldn't help but fall in love with her. For the longest time, however, he began to have this urge to just push her down, mount her and fuck her like no tomorrow. Breeding her and marking her as his own. But he fought against it. Every. Single. Day.
"But not like this," He shook his head, refusing to take advantage of her like this.
"But why?!" Her voice was raised, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Her frustration and urges rising from within her. "Why?!"
"Because I love you and respect you too damn much to do that!" He shouted right back, making her step back in surprise and shock at his outburst and confession. Knowing he couldn't take his words back, Fenrir continued. "Goddammit, I tried to stop those feelings. I tried to remain a close friend, to not become attracted to you. Your career was important to you and I didn't want that ruined because the rest of Hell thinks you're only as big and successful because you're dating me. So I kept my growing feelings for you to myself. And I'm scared of ruining what we have by acting on those feelings."
He stared into her eyes, seeing the tears in them, and sighed before mentally saying 'fuck it' and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. He ignored the strong whiff of alcohol on her breath, only focused on pouring his feelings, his love, for her into the kiss. To let her know how much she meant to him.
Soon, Verosika kissed him back, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. The kiss deepened and Fenrir prodded her lips with his tongue, to which she parted them to allow him entrance and meet her own tongue.
After a minute, the two broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily. "I..." Verosika started before she looked a little green and then turned to throw up on the floor.
Fenrir grimaced at the sight and patted her back.
"After that, she agreed to go into rehab and get over her drinking obsession." Fenrir concluded the tale. "I always visit her, so imagine my surprise when she told me to not be hung up on waiting for her to come out."
"What?" Loona raised a brow.
Fenrir sighed. "She... she said that I had a big heart. That I was decent compared to most of the demons in Hell. It's one of the many reasons she liked me, and she somehow got the idea that she couldn't keep my heart all to herself and told me to go and find myself a girlfriend."
"I'm sorry, what?" Loona blinked.
"Trust me, I was confused and shocked myself." Fenrir chuckled. "Especially when she said she wasn't giving me up and hoped that, when she comes out, she'll have a... sister-girlfriend? Or... harem-sister? to meet."
Loona stared at him for several seconds, her eyes wide, and she slowly shook her head in utter disbelief. Fenrir just nodded in agreement, knowing that was how he felt when Verosika told him to go find someone.
"Yeah, she said that there were several types of people in Hell." Fenrir continued. "There's the polygamists with a fucking number of side-bitches that are just there as sex slaves or something. We are in Hell, after all. I ain't like that, though, even if there's two girls I strongly like." He smiled at her.
Loona's tail wagged, even as she tried to resist, and her cheeks went red as she looked away shyly.
"Sixty-five percent of Hell is like that though, three percent are actually decent enough. And then there's the fucking rest of the bunch who just fucking suck and I wouldn't hesitate in killing them with these babies." He showed his sickles for a moment, then covered them with his jacket.
"...Not a lot of decent people in Hell." Loona commented. It was the first thing that came to her mind.
"Well, my sister and I are definitely part of that three percent." Fenrir shrugged.
Loona was silent, her claw tapping the table as she thought about what to say, what to do. Yeah, she was interested in Fenrir, interested in dating him. Hell, his mother, Lilith herself, thinks she's perfect for him and approves of her! Her, a lowly Hellhound who wasn't anything special! She thought on what he told her about Verosika Mayday, who she happened to be a big fan of and even had a little crush on the popstar.
And she was also a little possessive.
Loona sighed. "Well, at least you told me now rather than springing it on me like five months into the relationship." She grumbled. "Look, I'll.. I'll need to speak with her about it and-"
"Done." Fenrir took his phone out and started face-timing Verosika. "Better to get it over with now."
Loona blinked several times. "You just... wait, she has a phone while she's in rehab?"
Fenrir snorted. "She's still famous, so they give her shit. She's doing well, though." Soon, his phone made a sound as Verosika answered the call. "Hey Vee."
"Fenny!" The male Hellhound grumbled at hearing that goddamn nickname while Loona snickered at his reaction. "What are you calling for? Oh, I saw that news interview with Bitchjoy and your sister. You fucked that bitch up."
"Damn right." Fenrir nodded proudly, then glanced at Loona before looking at the phone. "Vee, you remember what we talked about? About our relationship and you... you know..."
"Letting you go find another girl because I can't have your heart all to myself, though I wish i did, but I don't mind sharing you with a girl as long as I approve of her? Yeah." verosika nodded before her eyes widened. "Did you find someone? Is she there?! Show me!"
"Someone's needy." Fenrir huffed, then turned the phone over to Loona who gulped. "Meet Loona."
"H-Hey, Ms. Mayday-"
"Call me Verosika. Or Vee if you want." Verosika said, staring at Loona which made her shift, but she relaxed when Verosika smiled. "And girl, you are so hot!"
Loona blushed while Fenrir shook his head. "Not a fucking filter on her." He muttered.
"I heard that!" Verosika said with minor annoyance before focusing her attention on Loona. "Nah, I'm not lying. You're one gorgeous Hellhound. I like that crop top. Going for the gothic look, huh? Fen, I knew you had good taste beyond me. What else is she wearing?"
"Vee, I did not call you to talk about that." Fenrir sighed. "She wanted to talk to you about me."
"oh." Verosika said in an understanding tone, before she went serious. "Alright, Fenrir. Could you give Loona and I some privacy, it's time for some girl talk."
Why does that sound more scary than assuring? Loona thought with a frown. She gave Fenrir a pleading look but he looked apologetic and got up to walk away to some part of the cafe, leaving her to deal with Verosika herself.
"Dick." She muttered.
"Oh, but it's a great, big dick." Verosika chuckled, bringing Loona's attention back to the Succubus. "So, you're the girl Fenrir's interested in, huh? Well, let's start from the beginning. Leave nothing out."
Fuck...
"One thing dad always told me is to never be there or get involved in girl talk." Fenrir muttered as he stood outside the cafe, taking a cigarette out a pack, stuck it in his mouth before snapping his finger which conjured a small flame over his thumb that he held up to the cigarette in order to light it. Once that was done, he extinguished the flame and took a puff before exhaling the smoke. "Fuck, that hits the spot."
As he stood there, feeling at ease with a cigarette, though he wasn't a smoker so this was a very rare occurrence for him, he thought to how things are going between Loona and Verosika. The Succubus at least sounded like she liked the Hellhound, right? I mean, who looks at someone and the first thing they say is that they are very hot? Oh wait, that was at least common with some Sinners and Hellborn.
This can either go really well or end very badly... for him.
He really hoped it wouldn't be the latter. He liked Loona. She was smart, funny with her personality, beautiful, put up with him even after they got drunk and crashed at the Hazbin Hotel where she met the crazy bastards that roamed there (Namely Alastor, Angel and Husk), and she still wanted him around. He hadn't been friendzoned, that much was clear and it was a relief.
But if Verosika didn't approve...
He whined at the thought, then took a look around to make sure nobody heard that and sighed when he saw no-
"You sound so cute when you whine." Loona's voice said behind him, causing him to jump with a yelp, seeing the female Hellhound with an amused smirk on her face while holding his phone.
"H-Hey!" He cried, half annoyed at someone calling his whine 'cute'. He did not whine.
Loona held her phone out to him and he took it, only for Loona to grab his wrist and pull him in close so he could stare into her white iris and red sclera. "Pick me up at seven tomorrow night. I'll wear something nice and comfortable."
"...W-What?" He asked.
Loona rolled her eyes. "Did I fucking stutter?"
"N-Ni, but... how did..." Fenrir glanced from her to his phone and back again.
"We talked, got along well." Loona said with a smile. Bonding with her favourite popstar? Hell yes. Thought of being in bed with her in the future? Sounds hot. Being in bed with her and Fenrir in a steamy, intense threesome? Sexy as fuck. "You got yourselves two girlfriends."
"I...I..." Fenrir was literally at a loss of words, much to Loona's amusement and exasperation before she grabbed him by his tanktop, pulled him in and pressed her lips against his. She felt his tenseness, his state, relax, his tail wagging as hers was. He soon eased into the kiss and returned it, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other cupped her cheek, their tongues meshing together.
Soon, they broke the kiss. "Tomorrow." He said with a promise.
Loona smiled and pecked his lips again. "Tomorrow." She breathed huskily.
Neither could wait until tomorrow...
And that's it for this rewritten version of chapter 7. Next chapter will be Fenrir and Loona's second date.