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LUCIFER FANFIC

" 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄! "

WARNING: just some cursing and speculative romantic attraction

SYNOPSIS: Charlie's father shows up at the hotel for the first time. You hope to make a good impression.

You cast a weary glance around at your fellow allies, who appeared to be waiting with bated breaths and were obviously wondering how this encounter with the king of hell was going to transpire. You really, truly tried not to think about anything, but in the harsh, terrible reality of life, your mind was racing with concerns. As it often did when you were to look forward to something; Would Lucifer make a mockery of you? Would he NOT support Charlie's idea of sinners taking the road of atonement? The idea made you tremble, and even though the king hadn't arrived yet, you were already feeling scared.

"you okay, kid?" A gravelly, deep voice called out to you.

"huh?" You glanced across at the hotel's well-known and somewhat likeable bartender, Husk, to whom you gave a brief nod before finishing off your obviously apprehensive answer with a casual shrug. "Yes, pffft. Naturally."

"Ya' sure?" Husk's ear twitched, his eyes narrowing in thought, you silently prayed that he couldn't read past the barrier behind your widened eyes.

"m-mhm!" You hummed lightheartedly, a slight waver to it.

"They're probably nervous, ya know?" Angel interrupted with a condescendingly consoling arm wrapped around your tense shoulders. "It's not an ever'day thing, comin' across the king of hell and whatnot," he continued, giving you a playful prod. "You lookin' to score or something, babes?"

You blinked, looking up at the tall spider demon with bewilderment, "You're not nervous at all, Angel?" You then huffed in realization; Angel Dust was confident and he often made sure everyone was aware of that. "Eh. Right. Of course you aren't."

"Haha! Of course, I ain't." Angel agreed, withdrawing from you with a captivating stride. He and Husk excitedly made their way to the bar stand. "You'll do great, y/n-baby!"

"Just be ya-self, kid." Husk added, grinning in what can only be described as amusement, his tail lashing behind him.

You waved at the two of them before glancing up at Sir pentious who seemed just as weary as you. Flashing you a thumbs up and a cheeky smile, he slithered away to go make preparations for Lucifer's arrival.

. . .

"All right, everybody! "Time for the show!" Declaring in a sing-song voice, Charlie opened the hotel's entry, letting her eager father in.

"So good to see ya, kiddo!" He wrapped her in a strong hug.

Charlie gave him a strained look, "G-Good to see you too, Dad."

Lucifer withdrew and danced with Dazzle and Razzle possessing the wonderment that resembled a child's excitement. You gazed at Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious, who appeared equally taken aback by Lucifer's playful demeanor just as you were. Maybe he just acted this way around his daughter? You tried not to think too much of this situation, but much to your dismay, your mind wouldn't allow you any form of composure or rest. The voices around you became muffled, ultimately allowing your thoughts to consume you;

Would he suddenly switch moods when it came to you? Was your experience here going to end up like all of the ones in the past? What if ---

"Oh my, you like GIRLS? Woah, s-so do I! We have so much in common! YA PUT ER THERE, MAGGIE! HAHA!" The sound of Lucifer's hasty chippering forced you out of your thoughts momentarily.

Charlie led her father over to you and smiled awkwardly, "Oh dad... there's another hotel guest here!" She explained and pointed at you, earning a flinch out of you.

You didn't even notice that Charlie got through all the introductions already.

Lucifer looked at you as if you were something extremely new to him. You swallowed hard, wondering if your nervousness was palpable. However, your nerves were slightly calmed by the king's kind gesture, offering you his hand seemingly for a handshake, a polite smile on his face.

"your name, dear?" He prompted.

"m-my name?"

"Yes, your name....?"

"O-Oh! Uhm--" You ignored the snickering of Husk and Angel. "it's y/n."

"Ohh, that is your name? Wow, that name has a lovely melody to it." Lucifer stepped forwardto intertwine your hand with his, giving it a firm shake, since you were pretty much as still as a statue to actually extend your hand out willingly.

"Tha-thanks." You murmured. As Lucifer's gentle touch lingered on your skin, you mumbled as you gently pulled your hand back. This interaction wasn't the least bit of what you anticipated.

"Well, it's certainly nice to see that my dear daughter has some..." Lucifer began with determination as he took a half step back from you and extended his hands in triumph. He glanced around for a moment or two before a look of admiration fixated on you, his voice going deliberately low, "Charming faces here at this lil hotel."

Your heart jumped, skipping a solitary thump. Your cheeks unexplainably warmed up and you looked at your friends who were peering toward you with surprised expressions.

"How about we talk later, yeah?" Lucifer brushed himself off, a small grin on his features as he looked at you.

You opened your mouth, hoping to say something but Charlie quickly stepped in, delicately directing her dad to the side. "Okay! Uhm, dad I feel like that is enough with the introductions, haha!" She pronounced apprehensively, obviously noticing her dad's interest in you.

You pulled your eyes off Lucifer, who had no business being so distracting to you, and took a gander at Angel who was peering toward you with a knowing sneer;

Leaning down to your level, he inquired. "Woah, what was up with that?"

You swallowed, "What happened? What do you mean?" Your face turned significantly more warm.

"The ruler was fuckin fawning over you. You ain't oblivious, are ya?" Angel wiggled his brows at you.

"PFFFT, no way!" You snickered modestly, swatting him away sheepishly. "Heh, it was nothing."

"I know nothing and that wasn't nothing." Husk provoked tauntingly, however there was a smidgen of reality lying underneath his tone. "He only spared the others mere glances, but you...he shook ya hand and did some sappy shit."

Your expression deadpanned as you processed all of your friend's observations and your little interaction with Lucifer. You couldn't even begin to find reasoning as to why you suddenly became all giddy.

Maybe this wasn't nothing at all.

Maybe YOU weren't just nothing.

[starstruckgardenchild]

ALASTOR FANFIC

" 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄. "

WARNING: Violence. Manipulation. Corruption. Toxic relationship. Cursing. Could Alastor be considered as a warning? Lol. This isn't proof read, so apologies if there are mistakes.

SYNOPSIS: Your soul is in the clutches of the radio demon. Normally, you'd ignore his shenanigans and tomfoolery, but now, after years of your anger festering and festering, it's impossible NOT to say something. Ultimately, in the end, you regret saying anything at all.

The hotel is a sight to behold in its prime, featuring an extravagant wooden staircase and tall arched entryways that lead to an open-air courtyard. In the center lies a grand fountain that is surrounded by potted plants and flower beds. The exterior is elegant but clearly in need of maintenance, with peeling paint and missing shingles. A thin layer of dust blankets the entire area, lending it a surreal and slightly morbid feeling. The hotel is silent, its once opulent lobby now a desolate place that's a shadow of its former self.

"Alastor?" You called out into the darkness, the floorboards creaking broodingly underneath your boots. You began clenching the flesh of your stomach that was seizing up like a coil due to the overbearing nervousness you were experiencing; "Alastor?" You've never really planned to talk to the radio demon so personally. That was something you've tried to stay away from, due to the fact that it was such a terrifying thought. Despite being in ties with Alastor for a LONG while, he was still such a big mystery to you.

"Ah, Y/N! My dear!" Radio static emitted from behind you, prompting a stern stiffening of your body. "Looking for me, I see? To what do I owe this pleasure of your presence?"

Taking a moment to compose yourself ( only slightly ), you turn to face Alastor who was grinning at you as if he knew something you didn't. Was he aware that you wanted to stand up to him? You swallowed heavily, your stomach seizing up further.

"I wanted to talk to you." You declared in the most confident tone you could possibly muster.

"haha! Well, make it quick, my dear." Alastor spun his staff around swiftly before gently jabbing your chest with it. "You know I am VERY busy."

Determinedly, you swatted the staff away and winced in annoyance which only allowed Alastor's grin to grow impossibly wider. "This is serious, sir." You began, glaring at him.

"Who says I'm not being serious?" Alastor leaned back, shrugging casually. He tilted his head at you, as if he were a curious child - "now, what is it?"

You blinked, "Uhm- I'm just....tired of this. Being trapped, sir." You explained, feebly now. Pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and index finger, you laughed frustratingly. "I know there's absolutely no way out of this contract, but could you at least....be more-"

"what?" Alastor forced his face to be mere inches from yours. Your heart immediately jumped into overdrive, "Gentle? Kind? Considerate of your feelings?" He booped your nose before turning on his heel to walk off dismissively. "Hah! If I knew you were going to bring this up, I would've left sooner! Do you really think someone like ME has a moral compass? HAHA!"

You felt offended. Bewildered. And baffled. How could he be so dismissive of you? Despite being FORCED to be at his side, you have shown care for him. You weren't exactly sure why you felt the need to show him consideration when he could care less about you, it was sort of like an instinct for you. Pondering this ultimately prompted your bittersweet emotions to fester greatly, and without thinking, you charged at him and caught his staff from behind and spun him around to face you again:

"Don't act innocent!" Ignoring his strained and clearly frustrated smile, you continued hastily, holding onto his staff with an unforgivingly strong grip. "I've been with you and doing your services this WHOLE time, so I should have a say in this, right!? Haven't I been more obedient than all of your other lil pets? And yet, you still treat me like nothing more than a bag of meat."

"Well, I do like to play with my food." Alastor laughed, radio static continuing to emit from him. He pinched at your cheek harshly, "Everything you're saying is whacky nonsense, my dear! I don't have a favorite pet! Nor do I need anyone at all! If you really think you're worthy of receiving any kind of special treatment from the likes of I, you are sadly mistaken!"

"Nghh-" You tried to pull away from Alastor, but he held your face with a harsh grip, ultimately bypassing the strong hold you had on his staff. "Are you really that cruel? Are you seriously THIS sadistic?" you grunted, letting go of his staff to use both of your hands to push him away. "Gosh, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Alastor brushed himself off after you touched him, almost as if he was disgusted by the fact that you laid your hands on him. "My dear, you should know better than anyone that I show absolutely no care for little simpletons like you." He explained, the static from him became far more palpable and invaded your eardrums. "Even if you WERE worth something, HAH, well then having you on my leash would just be embarrassing, now wouldn't it?"

You inclined back, heart wrenching at Alastor's statement about your lack of importance to him. Your head lolled forward and your shoulders sagged. You really meant nothing to him. After earning a satisfied hum from him, you grimaced, far more angrier than you already were.

"You tacky-fancy-talkshow-piece of shit!" You perked up, looking up at the unfazed radio demon with a nasty glare. "We're in the same boat, did you forget? Or are you just plain hypocritical?! Fuck, Alastor...you think it's embarrassing if I was someone of importance and on YOUR leash? What about you? You are the well known radio demon who sold his soul for powe--"

You were interrupted as an emerald green chain wrapped around your tense figure and tugged you the hard ground with an exceptionally loud thud. Pain and exhaustion seeped into your limbs as you tried to struggle your way out of your bounds and get back to your feet. However, nothing you did was of use.

"I'm sorry I had to do this, dear." Lifting your head up, you let out a stifled breath upon noticing that Alastor was holding the base of the chain that wrapped around you. He seemed furious, his pupils were nothing more than mere slits and his hair was spikey as sharp pointed daggers that no doubt had the ability to cut through the stillness of a silent room. "Despite my earlier statements, I will admit that I have grown quite accustomed to you. But that's not something I wanted to admit as seeing you all furious was quite an amusing sight for me! Oh the theatrics! But, after that uncalled for outburst just now, darling, you've immediately eradicated my perception of you!"

"Wait, I--" Before you could continue and even PROCESS the words that left the radio demon's gnashing yellow teeth, you were hauled forward, your exposed flesh receiving stinging rugburns. You were almost relieved when your forceful movements were halted with your perpetrator looming over you, so that you wouldn't have to feel anymore burns. "Sir, I --"

"it seems to me, my dear, that you have set the bar too low." Alastor tugged your chain upwards so that you were forced to rest on your buckling knees. The back of your neck was rigid as the chain around it held you in your uncomfortable and compromising position. "You'll have to work your way up to exceed my high expectations of you....again. Understood?"

You hesitated, but given the circumstance of the situation, you knew you had to appease Alastor - otherwise, you'd be buried six rings down. "Y-Yeah- yes! Yes, sir. Understood."

After a few more seconds of being held in captivity, the chains vanished into mist, releasing and allowing you to crumble to the floor, weakened. You clenched your fists, feeling completely numb with trepidation.

"you're a charming specimen, my dear. I wouldn't want to hurt you further."