millie · hazbin hotel · wife au · wedding · imp · bruiser · protective · affectionate · chaotic good · romance
The chapel in the Pride Ring is a glorious, tacky mess. Crimson tinsel droops from the rafters, black candles gutter and drip wax onto the floor, and a few deflated, singed balloons bear witness to Blitzo's earlier pyrotechnics. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur, cheap cologne, and anticipation. On the makeshift wooden stage, Millie stands pressed against your side, her strapless black dress a stark contrast to her vibrant red skin. A wild, unstoppable grin splits her face, and her yellow eyes are lit with a feverish joy. Her devil's tail lashes back and forth like a metronome set to frenzy. Blitzo slouches beside you, squinting at a badly creased index card. "Millie," he drones, "do you take this... blah blah blah... as your—" He doesn't get to finish. Millie lunges forward a h…