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[roo-bii]

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙɪᴍʙᴏ ... ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ?

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^᪲ ⁞ ᵖᵃʳⁱⁿᵍˢ﹕ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⊹ ˡᵘᶜⁱᶠᵉʳ ˣ ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾

ꔫ ⁞ ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ﹕ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

୨୧ ⁞ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ﹕ ᵍⁿ ﹗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ , ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗ.

❜୧ ⁞ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢⁱˢ﹕ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵃⁱʳʰᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵇⁱᵐᵇᵒ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵍⁿⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ﹔ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵘᵐˢʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒᶜᵏ. ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵍⁿⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱˢ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵉʳᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉᵃˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ.

Alastor always found your clumsiness and stupidity nearly laughable, even with being your significant other. If it weren't for the fact that you two were in a relationship, he would've made it clear eventually. He usually has to guide you around the hotel when it comes to helping patrons, either with being with simple tasks or just answering the right questions.

This time, something unusual had happened. A fight broke out in the hotel, causing a large ruckus from within. With Charlie trying to get the sinners to not rip eachothers heads off to Vaggie having her spear pointing at them, nothing was getting done. Just when Alastor was about to step in and correctly teach these sinners a lesson, you popped in.

You had ... somehow, beyond anyones comprehension, managed to stop the fight. You, who could barely walk in a straight line without running into a wall, had somehow stopped the fight and made it so they all sat down and apologized to each other. The strangest thing to Alastor was that you had perfected this, almost as if you were a professional.

It was like that entire ' persona ' of yours had been switched to someone completely different. You weren't the same dorky, klutzy, and stupid person. You were ... calm, collective, and professional. Hell, you were even more confident than anyone else in the hotel, besides Alastor himself, of course.

But now, after that ordeal, you were back to being yourself. Clumsy, klutzy, and a bit airheaded. He honestly believes that this was a whole facade. One that was meant to get everyone in the hotel to take a liking to you, making him suspicious on what your true intentions in this hotel were.

Alastor had always thought you were a fool. Someone who didn't really know what was going on in the hotel. Someone who would just blindly trust in everyone.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Lucifer found your stupidity and your overall behavior cute, in a way, always getting a giggle or two out of it before correcting you properly. He found that your kindness was one of your greatest assets, and the fact that you were a random sinner he had fallen in love with didn't matter at all. You were kind and caring, even with you making stupid and outrageous decisions at times.

Being honest, he's slightly ... confused on why you do this. It was obvious that you had some kind of goal to accomplish, but he doesn't know what exactly it is. You would make stupid decisions and be a complete fool around everyone who came your way, but in the end, you would somehow find a way out.

So, it makes him wonder just how and why you do this?

Is it just some sort of coping mechanism? An act to make yourself look dumb and innocent so people can trust you, then betray them? Is it some sort of tactic to get into someone's pants? Is it a defense mechanism? Or is it just an actual personality trait?

He doesn't know. That's what's so amusing about it. But, when he sees you handle a situation that had been caused by Lucifer, it makes him flabbergasted. The persona had disappeared before coming back after you had finished your business, leaving you with a simple " Have a wonderful day ! "

This made Lucifer think to himself, " Is this even the same person? "

The same person who had a dumb idea and decided to run into a fight, or the same person who had been acting dumb and goofy for so long, now suddenly became serious. Is this who you really ... were? Nah, he wouldn't care either way. He loved you with a passion, and nothing was going to change that.

[roo-bii]

ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ !

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^᪲ ⁞ ᵖᵃʳⁱⁿᵍˢ﹕ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⊹ ˡᵘᶜⁱᶠᵉʳ ⊹ ᵛᵒˣ ˣ ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾

ꔫ ⁞ ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ﹕ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

୨୧ ⁞ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ﹕ ᵍⁿ ﹗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ , ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ⁽ ˢʰᵒʷⁿ ᵇʸ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⁾ , ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗ.

❜୧ ⁞ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢⁱˢ﹕ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ ʰʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ﹗

Alastor, being the gentleman he is, mainly shows his form of affection towards you in the form of complements and random acts of service, usually not being a fan of PDA. He makes sure to give you compliments no matter what the two of you are doing. It can either be when you're helping around the hotel or just in general, always making sure to have a keen eye on you.

It doesn't matter if it's getting something from onto of a shelf or just needing help with something. Alastor is literally always there to help you with whatever you need, keeping one of his shadows on you. Though, the charming devil makes sure to think that this is his way of.. claiming you, marking his territory, even. You know, with being a powerful, sadistic overlord and such.

Expect gifts galore with Lucifer, especially duck shaped ones. That stash of ducks can't just be for himself, right? He even gets you a small plush version of him as a duck, with him having the duck version of you. Brushing the duck themed gifts, I could see him showing affection by physical touch. This could either be through hugs or kisses.

This man will literally wrap those big ol' wings around you, could literally be in the middle of the street, and begin to talk about how much he loves you. Being honest, he doesn't know if his need for physical contact had gotten stronger due to the fact his wife left or what. Possibly even putting his depression at fault... Welp, He still has you and his daughter !

As silly as it sounds to him, Vox really has a thing for spending time with you. He doesn't know if it's because he's usually busy or if it's the feeling of having someone you love near you. Unsurprisingly, Vox makes sure to make your relationship completely public, literally not giving a damn about it either. He will have you have you wrapped around his finger with a blue bow if he really wanted to.

( Don't forget to put ' VoxTech ™ ' on it )

He does make sure to give you a lot of compliments both on and off air, mainly about your appearance, possibly even teasing you while at it. Unlike Lucifer, Vox gives you gifts that are more to your liking. They are definitely more - bougie than what you are used to, even going as far to get gem - bedazzled versions of your usual necessities. Who knows, maybe the TV demon has a little thing for spoiling you.

[roo-bii]

ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

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^᪲ ⁞ ᵖᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ﹕ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ˣ ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾

ꔫ ⁞ ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ﹕ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ + ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ

୨୧ ⁞ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ﹕ ᵍⁿ ﹗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ , ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ⁽ ˢʰᵒʷⁿ ᵇʸ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⁾ , ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ , ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ , ⁱᵐᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ , ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗ.

❜୧ ⁞ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢⁱˢ ﹕ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏˡʸ ᵉʳʳᵃⁿᵈˢ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵐᵃⁱⁿˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ˢⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ, ˡᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁽ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃʸ ᵒʳ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ. ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱᵃⁿᶜᵉ'ˢ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ, ʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ'ˢ ˡᵒᵇᵇʸ, ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰᵉˢ. ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ..

The soft hum of radio static echoed in the lobby of the hotel, leaving a calming sensation that made you feel a sense of comfort as you laid on the couch, getting your wounds tended to. Alastor, your significant other who also happened to be one of the other Overlords in Hell, was tending to your injuries, putting bandages and alcohol to your cuts.

All you could do as he scolded you while dabbing the alcohol-soaked rag over your cuts was whine at the painful stinging sensation. You had gotten yourself into a scuffle with some sinners while going out for your weekly run of getting groceries, earning you a few cuts and bruises.

Luckily, his shadow tasked with having to watch you, practically bound to you ! Just thinking about the argument you had with the sinners before being beaten up made you groan, which caught Alastors attention. He pulled the alcohol soaked rag away from the one of many gashes you had received.

You could tell by his expression that he was a bit irritated with you, from the way his smile sharpened and his eyes glowed brighter, a sign that he wasn't exactly happy with you right now.

" I thought I told you to be careful during your errands for Charlie. " He said, voice low as he began to put bandages over your cuts, the white cotton strips sticking to the dried blood around the wounds. Oh, what the Overlord would do to those sinners who laid their hands on you if he could. The need to keep you by his side as much as possible was too tempting to not take advantage of.

He'd even had his shadow bring the lowlifes to him, and he'd rip them apart, limb by limb, broadcasting their screams and desperate pleads all across Hell. A perfect show, one he wouldn't let his dear beloved partake in.

" I tried. It's not like I was the one who started it anyway.. "

You responded, watching as he put a bandage over the large cut on your shoulder, the cotton pressing against the wound as he wrapped it in a roll. Alastor's eyes widened before going back to their normal appearance, his constant smile remaining. He nearly found it humorous how his shadow told him otherwise.

" Oh really? "

His voice was a bit higher in pitch, as if he was teasing you. Alastor was finished tending to your wounds and took a step back, hands on his hips as he looked down at you. You gave him a nod, and he just chuckled, amused by the completely different story his lover was telling him.

" So, it wasn't you who threw your bags at them? Or, maybe... it was the sinners who had attacked you that had thrown the items at themselves, dearest? "

The radio static in his voice became a bit distorted, making you swallow the nervous lump in your throat. You couldn't tell if he was irritated or just messing with you... Something was making you drift to the first option, though.

" They knocked over my entire basket ' by accident. ' How do you knock over a basket, full of groceries, not intentionally? " You began to rant about the encounter. Alastor's ears twitched as you explained what had happened, finding the entire ordeal rather comical.

" Then, they kept mocking me. One of them had the nerve to call me a ' whore ' of all things! The FUCK did I ever do to any of them?! "

The Radio Demon, as they call him, listened to your story, watching as your expression switched between different emotions. It was almost adorable, seeing you get so angry over something as simple as a verbal insult, one that could easily be thrown back at the sinner.

" Oh? Did they, now? " He questioned, watching as you nodded. You were sitting up on the couch now, legs crossed over each other and arms folded across your chest. The demon's gaze turned to the shadow he possessed, waiting to get a signal that you were actually telling the truth.

He could trust his beloved, but sometimes you didn't think to tell him everything, or sometimes you'd lie to him in order to avoid getting in trouble. His shadow confirmed your story, nodding towards him before slowly fading away into the shadows. Alastor looked back at you, tilting his head. He could feel his smile widen, eyes looking down at you as you complained about the sinners who attacked you.

" Darling. "

You were cut off, eyes widening. His voice was soft, gentle, yet had a hint of static in it. Alastor leaned over you, putting his arms underneath your form and picking you up in a way that made your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for support before stinging at the sharp movement due to your injuries.

He stood firmly, holding you up against him, the two of you making eye contact. The Radio Demon's eyes were narrowed, a glint of mischief and amusement in them. The sudden silence that engulfed the two of you made you realize how loud you were.

" It's always entertaining to see the shenanigans that you manage to get yourself into. You know, it makes me feel better about how protective I am of you, ma très chère. "

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