#WHILE VAGGIE HAS TO LIFT /HER/ ARMS -UP- TO REACH IT

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

[hypnos333]

More than Anything

Lucifer x Adapted daughter! Reader

Synopsis: You were just a baby with weird shapes on your cheek and having no one Lucifer took you in while depressed until it got really bad so Charlie and Vaggie started taking care of you

You played with your dolls as Charlie was playing with you. It’s been 1 years since the last time you saw your dad and yet you don’t know him. When you were first taken away you couldn’t eat anything at all until Charlie started to actually pay attention to you to the point where she knows every detail.

Charlie was happy to take you in as a sister but was disappointed at her dad for leaving such a young now two year old without a parental guidance. Charlie had her mom but who do you have?

She watched you sucking on you pacifier while characterizing the doll with innocence. It was no surprise that you were a hellborn because your cheeks gave it away. No human has the power that you have.

“Come little baby let go get you a warm bottle of milk and some lunch” Charlie exclaimed before picking you up as you clinged to her.

For a two year old you so small and adorable.

When Charlie reach the kitchen Husk was already in there grabbing an apple sauce before putting it in front of you. “Do you want me to feed her Charlie?” Husk mumbles as he gets a baby spoon to feed you in.

“Oh! Thank you Husk this helps so I can make her mil-“I always made her milk it’s in the microwave” Husk interrupt her that’s when the Microwave made a sound meaning it was done.

Husk airplane feed you the apple sauce as you played with his paws, he didn’t mind because he grown attached to you.

“Husk do you mind watching ___? I have to do business around the hotel” Charlie asked making Husk instantly agree. “Yeah I can definitely watch this kit” Husk said making Charlie tell him your schedule before kissing your forehead on the way out.

“Well it’s just you and me munchkin” He mumbles as you were sucking your bottle with the milk in it. He gently lift you up carrying you to the lobby.

He laid you down the couch, on your back as you continued to drinking the warm milk. As you fell asleep drinking the bottle. As you did Husk brought up a pacifier to your lips and automatically sucked on the pacifier.

Husk chuckles before making a pile of blankets so you don’t roll over and fall on the couch.

Hours later

Lucifer came in when Charlie called him, And when Lucifer saw his sleeping child being carried by Angel dust as rocked side by side so you can stay sleeping.

“C-Can I hold her?” He asked Charlie making her nod as she smiled uncontrollably. Angel dust gently put you in Lucifer’s arms making you squirm and slowly open your eyes.

“Hi Baby Angel, I’m your papa” Lucifer said gently and he rubbed your back. You looked at him tiredly and curiosity.

“Papa?” You mumbled

“Yeah I’m your papa” Lucifer chuckled with tears in his eyes as he put his forehead against yours as you giggle putting your hands on his cheeks as he does this. He can’t believe how much you grown as he cried in Joy finally getting to raise you properly Lucifer pulled charlie into a hug with you and him.

“I love you both more than anything” He whispered to you both.

[greenunoreversecard]

Hi! I rlly like your writing and was wondering if you could do a platonic fic w a gn teen reader and parental figures Charlie and Vaggie? I was thinking the reader is new to hell and the hotel and is very cautious around everyone except for Vaggie and Charlie who they’re very clingy and sweet to. Thank you<3

Hellp I 'accidentally' stole a person and now they think I'm they're mother-> chaggie x teen! reader (platonic)

A/N: joke about fucking milfs, joke about being ass r@p3d. Uhh, also familial cuddles.(gif charlie guiding sinners to redemption be like)

You didn't expect it to end like..that, much less the endless abyss and free fall that nauseated you after. And if you didn't expect the falling, you sure as hell didn't expect the crash.

It felt like you broke your spine, and on top of the pain there was a barage of sound, screams, moans, crashing. You name it, you hear it.

You groan pitifully, shakily rolling onto your side and curl gently into a ball not bothering to open your eyes.

As you lay in your current predicament, you hear a small gasp and rapid footsteps.

"Oh my Satan, are you alright? Oh my gosh, what am I saying of course your not alright- i- Vaggie!"

The what sounds like a girl says rapidly as she seemingly approaches, cracking your eyelids open as she kneels in front of you calling to this 'Vaggie'.

Blonde hair and pale composition, with cherry red buttons on her cheeks and startling bright eyes full of worry. Her hand reaches out to your shoulder, gently touching as rapid footsteps come from behind her.

"Charlie, what the fuck, you can't just-"

The other person stops as she peers over the girls, whom you now know as Charlie's, shoulder.

She has long white hair, skin a similar colour to that of a gargoyle. Red shirt a bright contrast to the Grey of her skin. She's seemingly short in stature, and has bangs covering one of her eyes. Her hand goes up to her mouth as she quietly gasps.

"Shit kid, you alright?" She quietly asks, voice much smaller and calmer than when she was repremanding charlie. She kneels down next to her, hand on her shoulder.

"I feel like I got ass raped to be honest." You wheeze out, rolling back onto your back and arms splaying out by your sides.

"I- here hon, let's get you back to my hotel-I-we should-uhmmm we can get you-"

As the first girl starts rambling about helping with injuries, and a 'Hazbin Hotel the second gently lifts you up, cooing lightly as you hiss from the pain. Honestly, you don't remember much as you zone out during the rambling, to focused on not falling asleep with the gentle sway of being held while walking.

And this was just the beginning.

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~some time later~

"Alright n/n, let's go over it again. What do we say when you feel like things suck and we need help from others?" Charlie says, smacking her thighs and sighing.

"To solve one's problems take off a mom's bottoms"

Angel snickers from beside you. Vaggie groans.

"Uhm. No. Don't, dont, uh- don't sleep with-"

'"What if I want to sleep with a milf?"

"n/n. Please"

"I-"

Before you can reply, a timer goes off. Charlie sighs again, as does Vaggie. Everyone in the group starts to head off to their own thing, and Angle nudges your arm and whispers a 'good one, kid' as he saunters off. All who's left their is you, charlie and vaggie.

"N/n, I know you don't.. aren't really like, well acquainted- yet- with the others, but please, I'm begging you try to awnser appropriately."

You sigh. It's been a few long months since winding up here, And charlie and vaggie have been a rock in this adjustment. You even met Charlie's dad, Lucifer and he spontaneously burst into tears at "His baby ducklings little duckling". Whatever that means, I guess. But, it does seem to sum up the relationship between you and the two women. The mothers ducks and their chaos child.

"M sorry char. I- I just-" you stutter, curling into Vaggie's side as she sits next to you. Charlie comes and sits on your other side, drapping herself accross you back and staying there. Grabbing Vaggie's hand as she reaches across your curled frame thats laying partially in here girlfriends lap.

"I know... It's hard. I get it, trust me. I just wish you gave the others a chance to see the amazing person you are. Because I know you know the actually anwsers.. I just wish you let others see the you we see"

You snort a small laugh. "Gee, thanks ma. Such encouraging words."

"She's serious, n/n. You're a good kid" Vaggie chimes.

"Mm, I guess." You add noncommittally snuggling further into the pillow you've now dubbed one of the two you now consider your parents.

It will take time, but Charlie and Vaggie will be there to help.

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A/N: rushed ending bc I didn't know what or how to end it dhsjjfjej hope its ok and hope you enjoyyyy :)

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

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Word Count: 1188 A/N: ehehehehe yeah of i had to put this in, he's our good lil duck boy. also also, if you want to be tagged for future updates you can dm me or reply under this 👉👈

I ran my fingers through the desk and lifted my eyes to the walls covered in décor and pictures. Lightly humming as I walked further into the room and stood next to the slumping figure fixated in his creation.

“Seems like you’ve been up all night again, your majesty. Something bothering you?” I asked raising my eyebrow as I continued to watch him tinker away.

“Well, the extermination this year finally ended and now, they wanted to have a meeting with me. How fun,” he replied sarcastically rolling his eyes all the while and making gestures.

I laughed, crossed my arms, and replied, “I suppose anyone wouldn’t be enthusiastic to meet the ex-partner of their spouse. Have you talked to Charlie about it? Seems like she needs that extra push, besides, that would mean that you wouldn’t have to see Adam’s face.”

Lucifer’s face immediately lights up at my advice but not a second later he frets, “But, how do I say it? What if I say the wrong thing and she hates me forever?!”

He shoots up from his seat from worry that I had to take his shoulders and ease him back down on the chair and patting them, “You worry too much~. Charlie loves her dad too much to do that anyway. Just say what you want to say and then wrap it up nicely.”

He nods taking a deep breath. He paces around the room thinking what to say first and took his phone out of his pocket. He hovered his hand on her number he dials it up and bites his nails as he tried to soothe himself. While I just silently stood still and waited for him to end his call.

“HI CHARLIEEE~”

I couldn’t help but cringe when he couldn’t control his tone but kept an encouraging smile on my face as he continued to talk to her.

“Listen, there’s going to be a meeting with the angels, and I wanted you to attend for me! I can’t go right now since I have… veryyy important things to do today.”

He looks over at me for approval while I gave him two thumbs up in satisfaction from his performance.

“No problem. Stay safe! Love you!”

He lets out a sigh of relief changing into his snake form making me giggle at his silliness. I plucked him off the ground and placed him on his desk.

“Well, that has to be one of your best performances yet,” I complimented him with a round of applause.

“Thank you, Miledy. I know things would’ve ended up badly if you weren’t here,” he sighs changing back to his normal form.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I mean you did all the talking, so give yourself a pat on the back for a good job, your highness,” I smiled dusting off his top hat and putting it on him.

He smiles sadly and says, “I thought I told you to call me Lucifer, Mel.”

I didn’t falter at his words and just squeezed his shoulder, “You know we can’t. Alastor just came back after 7 years, and I’d rather not have him dig his heels on the King of Hell who happens to be a good friend of mine. You know how crazy he gets,” I joked shrugging my shoulders.

He sighs and slumps his shoulders disappointed in himself, “You’re right. I’m sorry that ever crossed my mind.”

I bumped shoulders with him and just replied, “Hey, you took it better than those other idiots who got their heads so far up their asses that no means consent.”

“Hey, just call me when you need something, okay?” he said smiling at me.

“Sure. See you around, your highness,” I waved before diving through the floor and leisurely made my way to the hotel.

Poking my head out the ground and saw everyone all gathered by the TV, “Uhhhh.”

“Just in time! Come on!” Vaggie reaches for me and takes me out from the ground throwing me in Alastor’s arms, him placing me on his lap.

“Al? What’s happening?” I asked still in his arms and walks us into a room, probably doesn’t have any plans to put me down any time soon.

“I made a little deal with the princess’ little girlfriend. Now, we have to record a new commercial for her,” he answered walking us towards a vanity, placing me on the seat.

“Oh, they didn’t like what you made for them?” I teased laughing lightly.

“You know I’d rather eat a can of worms than be involved with that,” he says as he rolls his eyes, then squeezing my shoulders. “Now, then time to get you dressed up!”

He twirls his finger above my head and changes my outfit. I looked at the mirror and immediately noticed the dress I was wearing. It was the same loose blue dress that I wore at the bar when we first met.

“Aw, dear. I haven’t worn this dress in ages!” I exclaimed holding my necklace feeling sentimental.

He smiles at me, pleased with himself and responds merrily, “You look ravishing as always, sweetheart!”

He offers his hand for me to take and onto my feet. He dips his head and kiss the back of my hand, while I blush at his actions that he takes in as he takes a peek at my reactions. He gives me a laugh then places both of his hands on my cheeks to hold and cradle me in them while nuzzling his face to mine, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside from his wholesome display of affection.

“As much as I want to cuddle with you, darling. I think we should go help them film now,” I suggested softly with a giggle.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and begrudgingly parts from me, of course not before giving me a kiss.

The door bursts open and there Angel yells, “Let’s go sickos. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~Later~

While we waited for Charlie, Al and I sat on the sofa like we used to when we were expecting Abby and just talked to each other not minding the looks both Husk and Angel gave us.

“Before we recorded the advertisement,” he answers glancing down at me, “where have you been?”

“Just visited a friend. I get worried for him after exterminations happen,” I explained which was all true.

He hums and sees Charlie come in as well, “Well, I hope you had a fun time.”

“—Alastor pulled some strings and it’s about to air,” Vaggie spoke leading her girlfriend to the couch.

“And I pulled a few limbs too!” he ‘laughed’ while Charlie and I exchanged waves.

“Wait, the commercial? You guys made a new one?” she asks.

“Yeah! One of my better performances if I do say so myself,” Angel proudly states.

“That’s amazing,” Charlie starts before getting cut off by Angel.

“SHH! It’s starting!”

But before the ad could play it gets interrupted by a news flash causing a choir of complaints.

“Breaking news in hell today! We just received word from the heaven embassy that next extermination is happening sooner than ever before. That means where’s all royally fucked!”

The TV cuts to the countdown changing to 176 days.

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Touch Me (Part 1) Alastor X Reader!

A/N: I’ve known a few people (demi such as myself and myself included) who don’t like being touched (also probably my autism but we'll skip that part), but especially that little special bond you get when you find the right partner and you're much more comfortable with touches than before.

The drawing below is mine, I didn't want to keep you lovely readers waiting for today's post so I decided to just post the sketch. This an oc of mine, they're part fox if you're wondering <3

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Chapter 1: Touch Me (Part 1)

Description: Alastor notices you start touching the other guests more, though you don’t like touch, he’s hurt when you don’t touch him however, and feels left out.

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Alastor tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, you had been working for him for a month by now. Seemingly out of nowhere, you have caught his eye, he needed to figure you out. He was drawn to you. You were his every waking thought. 

From humoring him with coffee in the morning and evening chats at dinner, something he never thought he would participate in, was now the highlight of his afterlife. No, Alastor wasn’t sure what had gotten into him and that’s why he had to study you. 

Not to mention you had so much in common, the lack of physical touch that either of you could handle, to always keeping a smile on your face. You were the highlighter in a box of pencils, something that lit up his life. A beauty that he deemed would be his work with.

You were barely his assistant, unlike the aquaintances at the hotel, he refused to call them more. He did, however, want more from you.

Though something seemed off about you and that has led to him sitting in his tower, slowly tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. You had never liked being touched, you were picky when it came to touch of any sorts, hating different textures and your sensitivity to sound, you had preferred the quiet hum of his radio. Recently however, he has seen everyone be more handsy with you.

Just earlier today, he seen Angel Dust hugging you, Charlie and you dancing (that one made his blood especially boil, how had he not danced with you yet and here’s Charlie and you!), Vaggie had of course been practicing dancing with you too (also to his annoyance…), even Husk had been holding your hands over the bar! (He was sure to skin that cat later on).

He would figure this out!

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Making his way downstairs he saw you writing in some notebook, clearly focused while Nifty sat atop your head and Angel to the right of you. “Why hello there Dear! Are you in any need of assistance?” Alastor asked happily slipping to the left of you and slipping an arm around your waist. You jumped and looked at him, confusion on your face and the blush that blanketed it. You quickly scooted away before standing up, lifting Nifty off your head and setting her on the table. “Oh uh… hey Alastor! I was just working on a script for my- ya know it doesn’t matter. I don’t really need any help, but thank you!” you said quickly as his smile twitched. 

He stood next to you and reached his hand down to grab your hand, he looked up at you with a look as if to ask if he could hold your hand. You had paused for a moment letting him hold your hand, both of you unknowingly loving the touch from each other. But to break the moment you coughed and backed away. “Really, I don’t want to be a bother Al. I’ll see you later,” you tried, smile not fading as you turned tail up the stairs to your room. 

Alastor could feel himself fuming while Angel gave him a concerned look, Charlie joining as she wandered into the room. “Hey Smiles, why smoke coming from your ears? You really wanted to spend time with them?” he asked, confused smirk on his face. Alastor looked at him with static before it went back to the normal buzz. “They’ll touch you, but not me? Why?” Alastor said, pretty much growling. 

“Uh… maybe because you’re a creepy ass radio demon?” Angel said nonchantly, while Charlie made a squeak sound. “You don’t like being touched.” Alastor’s head shot towards Charlie’s direction. “What was that?” Charlie gave a soft smile at Alastor. “They know you don’t like being touched, I may have told them, when they asked about you.”

“What did my little doe ask about me, may I ask?” Alastor said turning fully to face Charlie properly. “Just if you would be okay with touch, they uh wanted to hug you? Something about you looking upset and I had told them you didn’t like being touched, so I think they had just brought you something. That was last week!” Charlie responded quickly. 

“My doe wanted to hug me and I didn’t even get a say in this? Why young one, just point them in my direction next time, would you?” Alastor hissed before turning to go to your room. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you-” was all that was heard from Charlie before he made his way up the stairs.

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Alastor, with a swift knock on your door, waited for you to open the door before inviting himself in. “Oh hey Alastor, to what do I have to pleasure of entertaining you-” Soon his arms were wrapped around you and you paused feeling confused, arms straight down at your sides. “Don’t move, please. You wanted to hug? Here it is,” Alastor growled his nose buried in your hair as he pulled you tightly to himself.

“It’s really okay Alastor, I know you don’t like being tou-” you had tried to say while pulling away, before Alastor pulled you tight to him again. “Say you don’t want this if you don’t, I don’t want to push your boundaries my doe. But I do want this,” Alastor said, now absentmindedly rubbing the middle of your back with his thumb. 

“I’m okay with this. Thanks for asking though and confirming you were okay with the hug.” you whispered finally reaching around his waist and returning the hug. Alastor sighed and nuzzled you. For once his mind was also quiet, a quiet radio humm signalling that as well. 

“Why them? Why would you not ask me?” Alastor asked softly, pulling just far back enough to cup your face in his hand, absently you rubbed your cheek against his palm, making his smile soften at the sight of you being so comfortable and vulnerable. “I didn’t want you to laugh, I’m sorry.” Alastor chuckled and rubbed your cheek with his thumb now.

“How about we make a deal?” your eyes shot up giving Alastor a confused and scared look, but not moving your head. “You can touch me, whenever and wherever, no need to ask, just stop if I become… uncomfortable… and I can… court you persay?” Alastor said. He knew he wanted you to be his, if this was the way to go, he’d make it go.

You slowly nodded and smiled at him, “I would like that,” you responded softly. “Good,” Alastor said as he leaned down, you glanced at his lips, he was waiting for you to meet him, for the okay to kiss. ‘Oh what am I getting myself into…’

You crushed your lips together.

The room lit green and you blushed, contract coming together. “I didn’t know you even felt that way about me?” you whispered. You had obviously come to know your crush on him, but you weren’t too sure how to go about dating someone who was ace or what they were okay with. You knew they did date, but with Alastor, that type of life was so non existent that you questioned him also being aromantic.

“Well my darling doe, there’s a lot you’re gonna learn about me. It’s not often I feel comfortable with touch, it’s even less common for someone to make me feel like this.”

“So would that make us-” you started and he chuckled. “Yes you are my partner and I am yours,” he whispered and leaned down to once again let our lips touch softly.

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[royalvelvette]

bad dreams make me get up and walk

(Day 4: First Tears)

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Rating: T

Characters: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie Minor Appearance: Lute

Warnings: Nightmares, Broken Bones Word Count: 1452

Lute stood above her, tall and powerful and cold.

Vaggie would have thought her beautiful, if not for the fact Lute had just gouged out one of her eyes.

Lute planted her foot between Vaggie’s wings, shoving her into the dirt. “Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven,” she spat.

“He was a child,” Vaggie gasped, or tried to. The pain makes it hard to know if she actually said anything at all.

Lute said nothing. One of her hands holds one of Vaggie’s wings aloft, the other petting the feathers gently, almost as if she was preening.

“There is no justifying your sin,” Lute said finally, in a voice that wasn’t wholly her own. “You will not feel Heaven’s light again.”

So saying, the hand in Vaggie’s feathers moved to join its twin on her wing. Vaggie didn’t even have a second to brace herself before Lute twisted her hands in opposite directions, breaking Vaggie’s wing with a near-deafening snap.

Vaggie shot upright, gasping and choking on her own breath. It wasn’t the first time she had been forced to relive that night in her dreams, but it was the first time it had been quite so... personal. Lute had barely touched her when cutting off her wings. She definitely didn’t break one of them before doing so.

Doing so would have required touching sinful filth for something other than killing, after all.

But even still... Vaggie lifted her hand to her cheek, unsurprised to find it damp. The nightmare had felt so real. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, reaching out to grab her spear from where it leaned against the nightstand. It wasn’t the first time bad dreams had woken her up – she knew the evening dose of medication had probably worn off, or was about to.

As embarrassing as it was to use her weapon as a makeshift cane, Vaggie would take that over Charlie finding her crawling around on the floor like some sort of animal. Once was more than enough, thank you.

Vaggie opened the door cautiously. Charlie had been doing a lot recently, to make her feel more welcome, but... she didn’t know this place. She didn’t trust this place the same way she had the shitty apartment she shared with Lute, or even the same way she trusted the gated city. Hell was dangerous, even in nominally ‘safe’ territories.

Vaggie took special care to tread quietly as she left her the room.

Charlie shifted on the couch. The downside of inviting a sinner into her home (pretty sinner or not) meant that Charlie had been crashing on the parlour couch while waiting for a second bed to arrive. It made it even harder than usual to fall asleep, because even after Charlie managed to calm her racing thoughts, she had a hard time getting comfortable enough to actually fall asleep.

It didn’t matter, though! Vaggie needed her bed more than she did, right now. She had to be as comfortable as possible while she recovered from her extermination day injuries. Even though Charlie’s legs consistently hung over the arm of the couch at an uncomfortable angle and it was getting harder and harder to keep smiling. It didn’t matter. Vaggie needed the bed, so Vaggie would have the bed. Charlie could cope.

...

Nope! No, she couldn’t. Charlie sat up, stretching her legs out far enough that they shook from the strain. She’d just... go for a little walk, maybe? Get a drink, or something. Anything to make her tired enough to not think about how much she missed her bed when she once again laid down on the couch.

(She wasn’t going to put Vaggie out. Not when Vaggie needed the comfort of a bed more than her, and almost definitely wouldn’t be down for sharing.)

The walk to the kitchen was, unfortunately, quite short. Charlie got turned the tap on before getting herself a glass out of the cupboard. She would drink her water, maybe do a quick walk around the hotel to make sure everyone (Vaggie) was okay and accounted for.

Anything to stall lying back down on that stupid couch.

Vaggie blinked as she came down the stairs.

The light. In the kitchen. Was on.

Her grip on her spear tightened. She tread quieter than ever as she approached the room in question. Her hand was starting to hurt, along with the near-constant burn of her back, from how tightly she was gripping her spear.

(She wouldn’t let anything hurt Charlie, not after everything the she was doing for Vaggie, not after Vaggie owed her her very life.)

She was bracing herself to lunge around the corner when soft humming reached her ears. Familiar humming.

Charlie.

Vaggie relaxed, letting her spear return to her side. She hobbled into the kitchen – unblinded by her panic, she was now aware of the sound of the tap running. She tapped her spear on the next step a little louder than strictly necessary to let Charlie know she was there.

Charlie jumped like she had been electrocuted, kicking out behind her with enough force to dent the cabinet door. “Shit- Vaggie??”

Vaggie coughed. “Uh, yeah. Didn’t mean to scare you, sorry,” she said, making a mental note to never be in range of those – were those hooves? - of that kick.

Charlie turned around, the cup of water in her hand nearly sloshing over the top. “Oh, no, it’s okay! You just startled me.”

Vaggie raised her eyebrow, glancing at the dented cabinet.

Charlie offered her a sheepish smile. “Okay, maybe you did scare me a little. But only a little!”

“What’re you doing up, anyway?” Vaggie asked.

Charlie held up her water. “You want some?”

“...sure.”

Vaggie seemed... off, to Charlie. Like, aside from the fact she was awake in the middle of the night. Charlie passed her a cup full of water – less so than Charlie’s, no need to tempt fate when Vaggie was still recovering – and really... looked at her.

Vaggie’s lips quirked up into a confused sort of half-smile. “Do I have something on my face?”

Charlie squinted, trying to figure out what was different. “... have you been crying?” she asked.

Vaggie jerked back. Despite the fact her cup wasn’t as full as Charlie’s, some of the water spilt onto the floor with the abrupt movement. Charlie winced.

“Sorry, that – you don’t have to tell me,” she rushed to say. “I just – you look a little different and I couldn’t figure out why but you look like you’ve been crying and- oh, you’re probably in pain- hang on, I can get-”

Charlie snapped her mouth shut with a click when Vaggie held up her hand. What the fuck was wrong with her, who just asks something like that?! She really was clueless.

Vaggie sighed. “It’s... okay,” she said finally. “I’m not in enough pain to take something for it.”

“But...?” Charlie asked.

“I just had... a bad dream,” Vaggie said. “Waking up alone after, in a place I don’t know, didn’t... help. I figured I’d get a drink or something and go back to bed.”

Charlie sipped at her water. The idea of Vaggie having nightmares... hadn’t occurred to her, honestly. It should have, in hindsight, but, well. Too little, too late.

“Can I hug you,” she blurted, before slamming her hand over her mouth.

Vaggie jerked back again, though less abruptly this time. “...I guess?”

Charlie crossed the distance between them in two long strides, wrapping her arms around Vaggie and pulling her close. She didn’t even care when Vaggie’s water spilled down the front of her nightgown. She just needed to hold her. She pressed her face to Vaggie’s hair.

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare,” she said, muffled. “I’m sorry you were alone.”

“It’s... okay?” Vaggie said, patting her on the back awkwardly. “It’s not like it’s your fault. I think.”

Charlie finally let go a moment later, swiping at her own eyes before Vaggie could realize she had been crying into her hair. Vaggie was looking up at her with wide eyes, like she was seeing Charlie for the very first time. Now it was Charlie’s turn to smile self-consciously.

“What?” she asked, aiming for teasing and missing by a mile. “Do I have something on my face?”

Vaggie stared. She... hadn’t known that demons could cry. Not really.

Before she could think better of it, Vaggie stepped into Charlie’s space and wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s waist. “Thank you,” she said, pressing her face against Charlie’s stomach to hide her own renewed tears.

She pretended not to notice the choked sound Charlie made as she pulled Vaggie even closer.

[fizziepopangel]

On your hazbin master list there weren't any vaggie headcanons so I'll make sure everyone's fav little angry angel gets some luv.

So how about strong muscular Vaggie headcanons like everyone is actually surprised about how tone vaggie is except Charlie 😏 basically give this girl abs so firm that you could grate cheese on them.

Honestly this feels like the perfect start for my Vaggie headcanons!

Muscle Mommy

Vaggie tends to be a bit insecure about her body.  Not because she's missing an eye or because some people poke fun at how her nose sits on her face, or because of her short stature…. No, Vaggie was insecure about her muscles. Not that she didn't have them, but that she did. Though you can't always tell she's built until she flexes, she's self conscious and feels like the chiseled muscular features are too masculine and she's feels like she isn't very attractive because of it.

Charlie would absolutely love her girlfriend's muscles, and she would constantly gush over her body in every state to make sure Vaggie felt as beautiful as she was through Charlie's eyes.

Although it made her a bit insecure still, Vaggie would slowly start to be ok with her body as her relationship with the princess of hell progressed, and eventually she would even have days where she loved her body and every muscle she had.

The first time anyone else saw the strength she had was when she threw them off the roof. Charlie didn't let her throw Niffty because Niffty weighs as much as a small house cat and would have flown across the city.

She  often challenges the bar goers to arm wrestling contests solely because it gives a certain grumpy feline a chuckle to watch demons two, three, even four times her size look humiliated and shocked at the sheer strength the fallen angel possessed. She's only ever lost once, and since it was to Charlie, she doesn't count it.

She's chiseled enough that you can actually count the distinguished abs when she's in her swimsuit.

Yes, Charlie has licked every one of those abs……

She loves carrying Charlie and picking her up.

While she's not a “gym bro", she actually loves going to the gym and goes often because she finds that its a kind of sanctuary for her…… mostly because the others very rarely ever use the gym in the hotel (Sir Pentious didn't even know there was a gym for most of his time in the hotel.)

This woman could crush a watermelon with her thighs.

As the hotel begins filling up, Vaggie leads a workout class twice a week where she helps the sinners occupying the hotel work out their emotions through something less destructive.

Flexing. So much flexing. Half of the time it's not even intentional. 

Despite being rather strong himself and being relatively healthy, Angel asks Vaggie to coach him because Val does poke fun at his weight occasionally. The second she actually sees him, Vaggie threatened to snap the moth in half like a twig if he continues to promote Angel's body dysmorphia . Angel cried cause he didn't think Vaggie cared that much, and it was a real turning point in their dynamic so the two did keep working out together but now it was purely to bond. 

She and Charlie go on runs together at least once a week, usually getting before sunrise to start the day with a run before the chaos of daily hotel life begins.

Niffty, being the smallest of the group, often goes to Alastor or Angel Dust to help her reach things that are too tall for her, but she goes to Vaggie to lift things for her so she can clean beneath them. She finds it a bit annoying, but she can’t help but love seeing Niffty beam with pride when she’s able to clean the entirety of beneath a bed or couch that she normally wouldn’t be able to move on her own so she does it with a smile.

Although she does enjoy the workouts she does with Angel and her runs with Charlie, Vaggie found that actually working out with others and running a workout class kinda disrupts her peace when in the gym, but she began attending a yoga class that Carmilla suggested to her and she fell in love with it. She loves that it engages her core while also helping relieve tension and improving her flexibility. 

Charlie doesn’t hate her girlfriends new found flexibility….

[scekrex]

Out for love but Adam and Lute sing it while training the exorcists and it's "out for blood"

And in one phrase Adam goes something like "I know you're hopin' for peace, Y/N / You're out for love / But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for blood" (basically the reversed version of what Camilla sings to Vaggie) and Reader just channels all the rage he has stored up inside of him and accidentally kills one of the exorcists. Adam finds that highly sexy despite being a little mad at him for killing one of his girls

Got you🤌🏻

Out for Blood

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, canon typical violence, character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your jabs were weak, your punches were soft and whenever you were attacked, you dodged the attack and waited for your opponent to attack again instead of fighting back. The exorcists were after killing demons, you were not. While the idea of rehabilitation didn’t sit fully right with you, you were not out for blood.

Adam and Lute watched you with careful eyes, the white haired woman had crossed her arms over her chest and was talking to Adam as you dodged another attack by your chosen opponent, the woman you were fighting against was quick, her moves were perfectly timed and yet she did not manage to land a hit - in your book that counted as a win, in Lute’s book it didn’t. “Stop it,” the lieutenant yelled and the exorcist that had been selected to train with you stopped in her tracks. You turned your head in order to look at Lute and find out what you have been doing wrong, but before you could do so Adam was all in your face, the first man grabbed your chin and tilted your head upwards.

“I see you're driven by your devotion, your every move is filled with amity,” the first man spun you around, in the process of doing so he disarmed you, the weapon you had been holding in a firm grip was torn from your hands and tossed aside. In confusion you watched as Adam made his battle ax appear, the golden weapon that could also be used as an instrument was swung in your direction and you took a quick step sideways to prevent getting cut by it. Its sharp blade missed you by an inch as the leader of the exorcists continued, “You need a different type of motivation, or there’s no way that you can handle this.” In a fluent motion the angel moved to your back, his weapon he used to pull you against his chest, proving the point that dodging will get you nowhere in the end. The handle of his weapon that was also a guitar neck at the same time was pressed against your throat, cutting off your air supply. He bent down, his mouth close to your ear, “I know you’re hopin’ for peace, Y/N, you’re out for love.” You grabbed the guitar neck firmly, pushed your feet off the ground until they reached the level of Adam’s head, you pressed your head through the little space between the weapon’s handle and Adam’s chest, losing your mask in the process of doing so. Your legs were hooked over the first man’s shoulders and with momentum you got your entire body up on his shoulders. Your crotch was right in front of Adam’s face now and while normally you’d feel embarrassed by the type of intimacy this position brought, right now was not the time to care for such little things.

“But you’ll only stand a chance if you’re out for blood,” the first man sang as he grabbed a hold of your legs, effortlessly lifted you off of his shoulders and slammed you onto the ground. Your back hit the pavement hard, not even your feathered wings helped to soften the crash, yet you wasted no time and got back up on your feet again. You dodged another hit from Adam as you picked up the weapon he had taken from you in the beginning. “Think of who you’re gonna hurt, attack ‘em and be out for blood,” a grin appeared on the mask of your leader and his eyes glitched at the sight of you picking up the weapon to fight for real now. Adam was quite positive that he had pushed you far enough now, that you would hurt and kill at his command and drop your act of fighting without spilling any blood. “You’re gonna fight without trust, long as you're out for blood,” Adam glanced at Lute, the white haired woman was curiously watching to where this would lead to, yet the first man knew she saw the talent and potential in the way you moved. You barely left Adam time to recover with how quickly you were dodging attack after attack, if you were to strike back, you would be able to finish off more sinners than Lute during the upcoming extermination and Adam longed to see that, he wanted to see you on the battlefield in hell, covered in the blood of countless sinners. And just as he was about to swing his battle ax again, you made use of your weapon and swung it in his direction before he could execute another attack. You almost sliced the first man’s neck, yet Adam had been just as quick to dodge your attack as you had been when it came to dodging his.

“Fuel yourself with the feeling of hatred, towards someone that you will outlive,” the taller male leaned in close, the front of his mask almost touching your face and before you knew it he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulled you with him as he straightened his back and you found yourself stumbling towards the first man, that had totally caught you off guard. “Remember the reason why you’ve been created, to fight with all you can give,” before Adam was able to pull you in entirely, you spread your wings, pointed your weapon towards him, the tip of the blade was positioned under his chin as you ripped your arm from his grip and unmasked the first man by doing so. The exorcists around you gasped and even Lute held her breath for a moment - did you overstep? Given that Adam continued your little session without any sign of discomfort, she guessed not, yet it felt wrong to watch the brunette fight without his mask. His hair was just as sweaty as yours and clung to his forehead, that did not irritate him in the slightest, “I know you’re hopin’ for peace, Y/N, you’re out for love,” he twirled his battle ax with ease and you were sure he was just showing off, so you took that as your chance and pushed yourself off the ground, if this fight were to end, it would end in the air. Adam was quick to join you, he caught up on your plan instantly, “But you’ll only stand a chance if you're out for blood.” The first man rushed towards you as he swung his weapon yet again, leaving a deep cut on your inner forearm, yet the adrenaline kept you up, the pain was not stopping you. Adam wanted proof that you were good enough to execute his orders as he pleased? Then you would deliver him the proof he wanted.

A thing you had not expected was for Adam to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you back to the ground with him after hurting you. So you found your feet hitting the ground sooner than expected, you were about to defend yourself against your leader yet again, but the taller male shoved you in the direction of your former opponent, the woman was launching towards you the second you had realized what Adam had intended with that little move. “Think of who you’re gonna hurt, attack ‘em and be out for blood,” the brunette continued as he leaned onto Lute’s shoulder, watching the new started fight with more excitement than before, this time he was actually interested.

You bashed towards the woman who was assigned your fighting partner, to her surprise you rushed past her, as you did you your arm hooked itself around her throat, sending her crashing down onto the ground. The angel made a pained noise and the expression on her mask only underlined the pain she must be feeling, but you were too far gone, too caught up in what Adam had told you to do. You were filled with hatred, there was not a single rational thought in your mind, only Adam’s voice made it through the thick clouds of hate, “You’re gonna fight without trust.” As the woman wanted to get up, you pressed your foot onto her chest, preventing her from doing so, the tip of your weapon was pointed towards her neck and you watched in delight as her eyes widened. The first man was not able to tear his eyes off the scene, he wanted to see how far you would go for him. “And if you have to adjust,” the tip of your weapon lifted her mask from her head, just like you had done to Adam’s earlier, “Yeah, you will turn ‘em to dust.” Golden blood was spilling from wounds your weapon had created and as the brunette sang the last line, “Long as you’re out for blood,” you beheaded the woman that you had pinned to the ground, causing the other angels to shriek in panic. Not Adam though, no. He was walking towards you and while the others must have thought he was gonna punish you for killing one of his exorcists, he picked up his mask and put it back on, then he collected yours and handed it to you. With a proud look on his face he leaned his forearm onto your shoulder and looked down at the angelic corpse, “That was so fucking hot.”

[lilbabjojo]

if you're open to angst, maybe you could do a fic where Carmilla finds out that Vaggie has anorexia and has to confront her about it. the confrontation makes Vaggie regress but a good thing is that she is able to eat a little bit normally when small

Absolutely! I did my best, as I do not have anorexia myself.

TW: Anorexia

No one noticed anything was wrong, and Vaggie wanted to keep it that way. She needed to maintain her shape. She couldn't gain weight. She just couldn't. She thought it would be easy...

Until she passed out while training.

"Mija!" Carmilla called out, trying to wake up the girl on the ground. She placed a hand on her forehead, but felt no fever.

Vaggie woke up after a few minutes.

"Vaggie, what happened?" Carmilla asked.

"What do you mean? I just uh..." Vaggie froze when Carmilla took her arm.

"Mija... What happened to you? I haven't been this close in weeks and you're so thin! Have you not been eating?" Carmilla asked. Vaggie went silent, tears filling her eyes. "Vaggie..."

"I..." Vaggie started.

"Vaggie... Why?" Carmilla asked, as calm as she could. "Why would you...?"

"I... It's really silly but... When I was an exorcist, we all had to be really small and..." Vaggie started to sob. Carmilla pulled her close.

"There is NOTHING wrong with how big or small you are, Vaggie. Please... You're hurting yourself. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?" Carmilla asked, holding Vaggie as close as she could without hurting her. Vaggie felt so... Fragile. "Is this why you've been avoiding..." Vaggie nodded.

"'m sorry," Vaggie cried.

"Shhh. No, Mija. I'm sorry. Someone should've checked up on you... I should've checked on you," Carmilla soothed, her own mother's guilt showing through. Vaggie cried harder into her shoulder, hugging her mother tightly, feeling the fuzziness creep into her brain. Carmilla rubbed her back gently, before carefully lifting her.

Vaggie squeaked, looking up at her.

"Let's get you something to eat, carina," Carmilla said softly. Vaggie looked confused, not comprehending what was said. Carmilla gently set Vaggie in a chair, quickly preparing some applesauce for her.

Vaggie looked up at her, not her usual happy Little self. When Carmilla lifted the spoon, Vaggie started crying again.

"Mija... You need food. You don't want to fall down and get hurt again, do you? And you certainly can't be feeling well without it," Carmilla explained. Vaggie calmed down slightly, sniffling and opening her mouth. "Good girl. You're doing such a good job, dear."

The feeding went smoother after that, Vaggie managing to finish half the bowl before refusing.

"Alright, but you need to let me know if you feel hungry, ok dear?" Carmilla asked. Vaggie nodded shyly, reaching up her Carmilla. Carmilla picked her up, kissing her head. "You did so well today. You were so, so brave."

[angst-king]

Fall from Grace CHP 9

(SURPRISE FUCKERS, you guys know I can't move on with a happy ending like that. So here's my version of a 'bad ending'. Like I said in the true ending. I hope you all have enjoyed this story I know I loved writing it. Anyways without further ado~) ((CW mention of amputation, sex & death) “Vaggie” Her hoarse voice called out from behind the cracked door, Vaggie went over to her concerned. Charlie noticed the metal arm, from what she had been told Lute had cut off Vaggie’s arm or well mangled it to the point she had to cut it off herself. But that didn’t deter her from wanting one final session. “Charlie, you shouldn’t be roaming around too much, you need rest-” Charlie shut Vaggie up with a deep kiss yet instead of it being quick and rough it was slow and tender full of love and wanting. Vaggie made a soft noise in surprise, her face blushed but she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity and kissed back. Charlie pulled Vaggie into her bedroom and locked the door, her inhibitions dropped as they continued to kiss. When they pulled away Vaggie noticed tears falling and cupped her face worriedly.

“Are you okay, did I hurt you?” Charlie shook her head and smiled before whispering.

“Before I go, I wanted you to know that I-...I ….I think I love you Vaggie.” Vaggie smiled and leaned in to kiss her but halted when she realized what she said.

“What do you mean ‘before you go?’ Wh-where are you going, Charlie?” “I’m going to die, Vaggie.” Her eyes blew wide and she backed away checking over the princess’s body.

“Not now but soon, I’m sorry to do this to you but. I can’t take living anymore, call it cowardly but living hurts. My life has been nothing but being someone else’s puppet and I can’t do this.” Charlie explained dismally but her smile didn’t leave as she reached for Vaggie.

“Please Vaggie, won't you give me one more night? Fuck me like you love me, not as a knight, not as an exorcist but as a lover. Fuck me like you want to know just how much you love me.” The blond girl pleaded while intertwining their fingers and pulling Vaggie on top of her. Vaggie sighed, if this was going to be her last she was going to make it her best!

For someone who was apparently soulless, she knew how to make love. Vaggie spent the entire night fucking Charlie how she had dreamed. Sure she liked it rough but it always felt like hate fucking or as if she was fucking a stranger. This felt like love, this felt real! She made sure Charlie enjoyed every minute of it and didn’t care if they were caught. She hoped that if she did a good enough job then Charlie would forget all about her plans. However, when Vaggie woke up to an empty bedroom she knew there was no stopping her. 

Then there was a blood-curdling scream.

Vaggie made haste to put on her clothes and get to the source, spear in hand as she ran down the hall. A few other guards came running as well. The sound of loud sobbing echoed louder and louder many other Archangels came from their sides of the castle all meeting in the center hall’s throne room. Vaggie had gone pale at the image in front of her very eyes. On her throne sat Charlie with a holy sword impaling her chest, her crown hanging from the handle of the sword, and her engagement ring resting on the end of the handle. Golden blood slowly seeped through her dress as her body lay still. The source of the scream was Lilith and Samael!

Everyone shared a look of horror as Lilith and Samael rushed towards her. Charlie weakly looked up at her parents who hovered over her. The light in her bright blue eyes faded fast.

“I’m sorry Mom and Dad, I couldn’t do it anymore.” Her voice hardly a ghosting their ears. Lilith dropped to her knees while Samael had Raphael rush over to help him save Charlie. Pulling the sword from her chest they both worked at healing her before she bled out. Samael lifted her body from the throne and pulled her close to his body using what magic he could to repair the damage while he cried.

“It's okay Charlie, it's okay Daddy’s here now, come on sweetheart open your eyes. Daddy and Mommy are here, come on!” He started chest compressions when he couldn’t feel her pulse, it almost made him sick to his stomach to hear her ribs crunching as they broke from the force. They were still healing from her fall through the hotel’s crash. Her lifeless body was raising and lowering on the floor from it. But he wasn’t going to stop, he couldn’t stop, not until his little girl was breathing, until she was holding onto him until she was calling for him. He wouldn’t stop!

“Come on Charlie come on princess, wake up for me, open those pretty eyes of yours. Please Charlie you’re scaring me!” He pleaded, as he worked Michael hurried from his side.

“What the fuck is with all the screaming?!” He yelled grumpily looking to be just woken up from his sleep though as he walked around he saw Lilith who was curled into Uriel while silently begging for their daughter to come back, then he turned the corner and saw Samael over Charlie’s body and the bloody sword on the floor.

“What happened?!” But no one answered, Samael and Raphael were too busy working on Charlie and everyone else was spectating in suspense.

Samael didn’t know how long he had been doing chest compressions but Raphael had to force him to stop and let him continue them. What could he do now? He had just come home from Earth to see his daughter die! He felt so useless all he could do was pray at this point until Raphael told him.

“I’ve got one last option here, and if this doesn’t work then I’m sorry brother.” Samael knew what Raphael meant and nodded solemnly.

“Anything, please do anything as long as it saves her please!” The king of heaven beseeched desperately. Raphael nodded back and clasped his hands together muttering a spell of sorts he asked for Samael and Lilith to extend out their hand. Both of them did as told and he held them in his. Closing his eyes a small glowing ball of light began to grow from the size of a marble to an orange. He was taking some of their divine energy and life force along with his own before he plunged it into Charlie’s body. There was silence, waiting, oh dammit did they hate waiting especially now. The wound in Charlie’s chest struggled to close the sound of skin snapping and pulling to meet in the middle along with crackling bones trying to put themselves back into place.  Blood continued to pour from the area spilling onto the floor creating a puddle that steadily grew. Raphael leaned down, felt for her pulse, and checked for any signs of life. His mouth came utterly dry when not a single one could be found.

“I-I’m sorry, br-brother.” He could hardly get out the words, Samael shook his head, he couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to.

“N-no, please Raphael!” Raphael could feel his own heart sinking as he looked down at the princess.

“I’m so sorry S-Sa-Samael….Sh-she’s gone.” Samael grabbed Charlie’s lifeless body and pulled it back to him.

“No no no, she-she can’t be, please! She’s not no! Please!” He buried his face into her shoulder as bawled heavily. Lilith had realized what this meant and fully dropped to her knees letting out the loudest scream that almost shook the castle. But not of horror, but of pain, this cry was out of pain and loss. Uriel stayed close to her rubbing her back while trying to keep herself from crying as did many of the other Archangels. It had finally hit Michael as to what had happened…Charlie was dead.

Vaggie who stood by watching all of this did her best to resist the urge to cry, she had hardly felt this urge so it was unfamiliar. This deep-seated pain in her chest grew the longer she watched, she bit on her lower lip as it started to quiver when the floodgates of emotions began to test her strength.

The room was overflowing with pain, so much pain, so much anguish.

The princess had fallen from grace, but sadly no one had been there to catch her.

A day after there was an announcement that had reached many places of her passing. Heaven would never be the same, and Samael and Lilith would never be the same. They had lost their only daughter, no amount of asking to reincarnate her would bring her back. No amount of getting on their knees and begging with God would bring her back. No amount of beating Michael bloody would fix the damage done to their kingdom or bring back Charlie.

The story has ended but there was no happily ever after.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

little kid Charlie seeing a drawing of a unicorn and excitedly comparing her own cloven hoofs and long wiggle tail to it. Unicorns as her heroes, able to heal people and help them, symbols of all things good and bright and happy

little kid Charlie spending a few years convinced she must be part unicorn, finally asking her dad about it- Lucifer not getting context at first and being all "you can be whatever you want Char-char~" only to realize too late she's being serious and she's gonna be crushed so he just changes the subject whenever it comes up trying to let her have fun as long as she can

(he also doesn't tell Lilith, bc Lilith will tell the truth and Lucifer can already picture the sad little look on Charlie's face when she hears..)

Charlie growing up and slowly noticing that a unicorn's tail is soft and fluffy and tasseled while hers is leathery and jagged and sharp. Looking down at her cloven hooves and realizing they're blood red. Staring at both her horns in the mirror, neither of them fluted, nothing magical about them- just a sign she's throwing a tantrum today

Lilith finds her hugging her fav fairytale book and crying and Lilith listens when she stumbles through the whole unicorn thing, how Charlie thought she was one but she's just a monster instead

so Lilith tells Charlie older stories about other unicorns. Dangerous wild and powerful creatures who came in strange colors and weren't always soft or gentle but were still beautiful. she turns little Charlie sideways between the wall and the light and shows her how two horns can look like one from the right angle

little Charlie cuddling into her mom's arms feeling better because her mom thinks she's perfect

but it's still a heavy thing, bc Charlie doesn't want to be wild or dangerous. She likes the kinds of unicorns who frolic through flowery meadows and summon rainbows with every step. Nice ones no one ever thinks of as scary

years later Lucifer has shut himself away and Lilith has vanished and Charlie's slipping into bed with a sigh, picking up a book of fairytales to read until her buzzing thoughts are quiet enough to let her sleep

next to her in bed Vaggie is giving her spear a last look over before it's time to lean it against the wall within easy reach

the shadow of the spear falls across the bed and onto the wall and Charlie lifts her hands to make a shadow puppet horse's head without thinking, combining the two until the spear becomes a horn and the shadow horse turns into a unicorn

Charlie giggles and Vaggie turns, smiles, spends the next few minutes trying to figure out how to give the unicorn a body without dropping the spear

eventually they're both laughing to hard and the shadow unicorn collapses. Snuggling up for sleep, Vaggie murmurs off handedly "I've got the best horned and hooved lady right here anyway. Unicorns could learn a thing or two from you, sweetie" before drifting off

Charlie all grown up and thinking about how she bandaged her girlfriend's eye the day they met. How always on edge Vaggie can spend an hour before bed checking exits and her weapon, but then relax and fall asleep the moment Charlie cuddles her

It's a pretty good magic to have, all grown up Charlie decides, much better than just summoning sparkles or rainbows

(a few years on from this and she looks down at the woman who cut out her girlfriend's eye and feels her horns and hooves and the urge to break bones with them, and she is more close to being like the wild, dangerous unicorns of her mom's stories than she'll ever know)

[m5ria]

Chapter 10: The Dinner(s)

At dinnertime, a loud, awful bell ring scares the hell out of me while I was rehearsing how to use the cutlery. It’s not like I don’t know how to use a fork and knife, but I really don’t know what to expect. Should I know what fork to choose to eat a salad or a piece of meat?

The sudden noise makes the hairs on my tail lift up. I seriously don’t know how I couldn’t hear it yesterday. Was I truly that asleep?

I check myself in the mirror. Other than my usual attire and self, I don’t see something strange. Oh, maybe only the big discomfort my eyes tremble with. I frown and it disappears.

I leave my room emotionless and let myself slide on the railing of the stairs. Even if the Hazbin Hotel is quite tall for a building, I unfortunately soon reach the ground floor. There’s no stalling time. I push the dining room door.

At the table, there are already Charlie and Vaggie. I see that the Husk guy attends this time. Then, I glance at the short girl I’ve never seen before. 

I see Charlie sitting at the head of the table, obviously, and Vaggie to her right. The left seat is empty, and then it comes to the short girl, which I assume is the Kylie girl, and then Husker.

Next to Vaggie, there are three empty seats. I choose the farthest away. 

“Welcome, Diana!” Charlie greets me as usual. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“The pleasure is mine,” my words taste like poison in my mouth.

I sit down and there immediately appears the plate and the cutlery. I frown at them, all so shiny and regal. 

“Wassup, bitches!” Angel Dust makes his (vibrant purple) appearance. He winks at me before taking his seat.

“How many times have I told you?!” Vaggie mutters from his left. “No swearing during dinners!”

“Ok, Mom!” he rolls his eyes. “Wait, did Kylie return from whoever she’s meeting?”

“No,” Charlie answers.

“Then why’s there another seat?” he points to the right one.

“Because Husk and Niffty are here,” Vaggie points out the obvious,

“No shit,” Angel rolls his eyes again.

“Language!” Vaggie shouts.

I hear Husk groaning. The short girl, however, trembles excitingly. Looking at her, a question raises in my head: “Isn’t she...?”

“Sweet Diana, why don’t you come here?” Angel offers the right seat.

I reluctantly switch seats, grabbing my plate and cutlery in the process. 

“Who are you then?” I ask the short girl.

“I’m Niffty!” she jumps on the table, startling everybody. Then, she offers her hand. “Nice to meet you!”

I hesitantly take her hand. She shakes it with surprising speed and force, causing my arm to feel like a noodle.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to greet you! I was in Husk’s room, all this time! Trying effortlessly to untangle his mess! You see, whenever I’m in Husk's room, I have to wear a mask because it stinks! And I was focused on doing my job, I forgot how time passes...”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Niffty!” Husk groans again. “You give me a fucking headache!”

“Language!” Vaggie yells again.

“I need a fucking drink...” He ignores her.

“So soon, my friend?”

A choir of laughter accompanies Alastor as he has materialized to Charlie’s left, startling her. Everyone turns their bored gaze toward him, including myself. Except for Niffty, who seems to radiate more energy in his presence.

“Haha! I’d presume you would wait at least for dinner to arrive. See what I have to offer!”

“Now that you’re here, I know I’m too sober for this,” Husk mutters under his breath.

Alastor takes his seat and, with a flick of his hand, materializes food on the center of the table. All of us stare at the delicacies, which smell and look amazing.

“I have to thank you, dear, for the deer! Ha ha!” he smiles at me, amused by his word game. “I’ve missed eating a purple deer, let alone cooking one!”

I study his face to see if there’s any hint of today’s espionage. But he’s all cheer. No hint of his spying. It still doesn’t discourage me.

“You’re most welcome,” I smile back.

I sniff around and identify deer ribeye. I put some on my plate. I vaguely notice the chatter around the table while I stare at the meat. Thoughts whirl in my head, thoughts that I’d let them free if I wasn’t surrounded by so many demons.

“Why, is there something wrong?”

It takes me some seconds to realize the question was meant for me. I look up and see Alastor, with his usual smile. The only difference is his predatory face.

“Not at all,” I smile politely, hoping to hide the ghosts from my past. 

“You hardly touched the food,” he sweetly points out.

As a response, I grab my fork and knife and cut a piece, my eyes locked on his. Then, I eat it. The flavourous taste of it makes me forget everything that was clouding me one second ago. I prevent a moan from surfacing.

However, something on my face must have changed, because he grins satisfied, and then resumes eating. 

I try to slowly eat, but there’s been a long time since I ate something so well-cooked. I usually just leave my meat to heat up for a while before eating it. There's a saying that they’re two kinds of people: the ones that eat to live or live to eat. I’m the first kind.

Regardless, the richness of flavors ambushed me and all of my instincts tell me to eat it as fast as I can before I lose it. Of course, I have more self-control than that, but it is a kind of torture. 

I try to focus on the others.

“Even if we’re not all of us here,” Charlie begins to say, “I am still so grateful that we’re together and we’re welcoming our newest resident, Diana!”

There’re a few glances towards me, but other than that nothing special.

“Since this hotel opened its doors, we’re more and we’re better! I am so thankful for how much this project evolved. Regardless, there’s always room for improvement! So I’m planning on organizing some event, a bigger event, to allure sinners. I know I have already done that several times with little success...” Charlie glances around shyly, “but this time, I want this to be proper and perfect! So there’s no way anyone can question the hotel’s reputation anymore!”

She glimpses at Alastor, but then quickly turns. I don’t get why.

“I am asking you, the residents of this hotel, to offer some ideas of what this event could be!”

The silence that follows her is pressuring everybody.

“I, for instance,” she breaks the silence, “was thinking of a musical!”

“Charlie...” Vaggie sighs.

“Who doesn’t love musicals?” Charlie keeps on, unbothered. “Right, Al?”

“Of course, my dear,” he chuckles. 

A fret surrounds the table which seemingly avoids the upper-right corner. 

“Shoulda be the ice breaker then?” Angel speaks to a pocket mirror in his hand. Then, he looks at Charlie: “Need I remind ya how ya last musical went?”

“There’s no need,” Vaggie eyes him. Then, she speaks with a fancy woman's voice: “Breaking news! It seems that porn actor Angel Dust just joined the...”

“Ya still upset ‘bout that?” he rolls his eyes. “Just get a life!”

Vaggie’s iris turns into a skull.

“Ah, right!” he chuckles. “Ya can’t.”

“Okayyy...” Charlie cuts in before Vaggie launches at Angel’s throat, “I see your point, Angel, even if... Nevermind! I’m open to other ideas as well!”

She looks around the table, especially at the quiet ones: Niffty, Husk, and me.

My face stays the same: expressionless. I really can’t think of any idea right now that would convince depressed losers and jerks to turn good. 

She sees that, so she tries with Husk instead.

“What can you say, Husk?”

“Oh, I dunno,” he shrugs without energy. 

“Try!”

“Ugh...” he thinks for a few seconds, eyeing the drink in his hand. “Maybe... A wine tasting?”

“Of course,” Vaggie mutters.

“And what would be the purpose of this wine tasting other than getting yourself even more drunk than this?” Alastor leans his head on his hand, looking at him.

“Hey! She asked me for an idea; I gave her an idea!”

“Ya like tasting, Husky?” Angel speaks seductively. “How about you taste...?”

“ANGEL DUST!” Vaggie shouts at him.

“What?” his eyes sparkle mischievously. “I was just suggesting he should try the Cherry Cider Cherri's selling. It’s divine!”

“So, it is a drink after all!” I point out.

He turns to me to wink funnily. I smile entertained.

The rest of the evening resumes with worse and worse ideas. However, when Angel implies an orgy would be quite effective, the majority of us, including myself, suddenly decide that we had enough of the food. The dinner is over.

I retreat to my room and tune in to the small radio on a nightstand. It feels weird to hear the host talking, now that I know him. It feels weirder to know he’s some feet away, judging by the presence of the radio tower incorporated into the hotel.

No names.

☽

After a long day of hunting, today’s chef, which seems to be Vaggie, decided to keep the rabbit I brought for another time. Instead, she delighted in boiling chicken soup.

“This was my abuela’s recipe,” my ears pick up her whispered words towards Charlie.

The Princess smiles warmingly and kisses her on the cheek. Angel pointedly drops his spoon into the soup.

“So,” Charlie speaks up, a little bit flustered, “after our talk yesterday, as well as some advising here and there,” she glances first at Alastor, then at Vaggie, “I came to the conclusion of organizing a gala in one month!”

“Gala?” Angel sighs. “Not a party?”

“Seeming that at the last party you ended up out of it, we think it’s the best idea,” Vaggie bites.

“I’m so sorry, Vaggie,” Angel says sarcastically, “that the only way to have fun around here is to drink.”

Vaggie breathes hard as if to refrain. I don’t know whose idea was to put them next to each other.

“Anyway,” Charlie breaks the silence, “I was thinking of the theme of flowers for the gala. They’re so rare here, and beautiful! They might cheer some demons up!”

“Or give ‘em allergies,” Angel mutters under his breath.

“What do you all think?” Charlie asks us.

“Ah! I personally think it’s quite an elegant idea!” Alastor answers. “I shall help you with the music, then!”

“Is it going to be ol’ music again?” Angel asks, almost exasperated. “Last time you chose, some of the guests died of boredom. Literally.”

“This time we won’t invite anyone!” Charlie cuts in before Alastor can say something. “It is meant to attract more... distinguished demons. Like Alastor’s friend, Rosie.”

I notice a pleasant smile on Alastor’s face. 

“Does this mean Angel can’t come?” Husk asks, relieved.

Angel starts to say something, showing him a middle finger, but Charlie interrupts him: “Everyone at the hotel is invited, Husk. Including you.”

“To serve drinks, I presume,” he mutters under his breath.

“No, to attend,” Charlie clarifies.

He looks at her quite bewildered. I don’t know how it was in the past, but I guess he was never invited as a guest.

“Why invite only a few?” I ask Charlie. “Isn’t it a kind of discrimination?”

Vaggie looks at me with a warning eye, but Charlie merely gestures: “Giving the last two galas, where we did invite anyone and ended poorly, this time I target a selective few. I think that if we start small first, we can spread good energy about the hotel and then attract other demons as well.”

“Does it mean inviting mainly Overlords?” I wonder.

“Not really,” she disagrees. “It means inviting influential people. Only for this gala. See if we can accomplish something this way.”

“An experiment...” I whisper. 

“Does it mean I can wear my new dress?” Niffty suddenly asks with big eyes.

“Yes, of course!” Charlie looks at her dearly. I suppose the girl attracts quite easily the affection of others. I met her yesterday for the first time, but I feel I would unreasonably fight for her if she’d be put in any danger. 

“Can I wear my new dress too?” Angel bats his eyelashes, copying Niffty.

“Uhm... Sure?”

“As long as it’s appropriate,” Vaggie hisses at him.

“And it doesn’t give you any improper ideas!” Alastor cocks one eyebrow.

“Can it give you any ideas?” Angel... flirts with Alastor?

“I can assure you, niminy-piminy spider, that Hell’s going to freeze before that happens.”

“Y’know,” Angel stretches himself over the table towards the Radio Demon, “I am the reason why Hell’s so hot!”

“Amazing! So all it takes is to remove you and then it gets back to normal!” Alastor snickers.

“Oh, boy,” Angel kind of whispers to himself. “I didn’t think this through.”

“E-xactly!” 

“Can we all go back to discussing the pressing issue?” Vaggie sighs, annoyed. 

“Which was...?” Angel asks.

“My dress!” Niffty jumps from her seat.

“NO!” Vaggie shouts.

Niffty sits back deflated. Her smile is still there, though.

What’s the matter with this non-stop smiling? It’s creepy.

For the rest of dinner, they all discuss details about this supposed Gala. I listen, mostly watching the ongoing debate like a ping-pong match. There are Angel Dust’s sexual jokes or Vaggie’s non-stop complaints... It’s almost comical.

In my room, I turn on the TV where, on 666 news, a similar battle like the one from dinner takes place between two hosts and a chef. 

No names.

☽

Day three. Dinner number three. And it seemed it all went the same. We even had soup again. 

I managed to get used to this new environment of non-stop buzzing around me.

And when I say that, I mean I completely ignore it.

However, the conversation takes a weird turn, and I prick up my ears.

“And this is why a smile saves you lots of troubles,” Alastor tells Vaggie. “Speaking of trouble, have you heard, my dear? What happened some days ago in the center?”

“The hide-and-seek party that turned into an orgy?” Angel’s eyes widen.

“No,” Alastor bluntly cuts him. Then, he turns to Vaggie.

“That some fools tried to steal from Jewls fashion shop, then?” she asks, confused. 

The Deer Demon nods.

“Yeah, apparently they escaped,” Vaggie shrugs. “For now.”

A chill goes through me and I look at Angel. He looks quite relaxed, but I notice his stillness. He doesn’t know what Alastor knows. Judging by the approach to this discussion, I suspect what the Radio Demon tries to achieve.

“Didn’t they identify them?” Charlie asks worriedly. “To steal from this kind of shop... It’s almost suicidal.”

“Apparently, they only have their descriptions for now,” Vaggie says uninterested. “They’ll identify them in a matter of hours.”

“Oh no, they already did,” Alastor smiles enormously. “Well, at least one of them.”

I stare at him as if to say You’re on thin ice, but I know it’s fruitless. My hand clenches on the knife. For therapeutic reasons.

Angel swallows heavily on my left. I don’t look at him, not to give any clue of anything unusual here. Still, I feel him tense. 

I am tense.

“Really?” Vaggie asks uninterested. “And why should I trouble myself on knowing them?”

“Hey, Alastor!” I call him. He turns to me, with one eyebrow up. Curious. Arrogant. “How about I tell you why you’re so obvious?”

Everyone turns to me, quite surprised by my sudden intervention. I am pretty sure they already have a quiet picture of me. My sudden outburst, especially directed at the Radio Demon, is not something even I could have foreseen. 

However, it seems Alastor doesn’t think the same, as his smile only widens. 

Maybe he’s the only one who knows what I’m trying to do. A deal. I give him an opportunity to receive information, something that he clearly wants, based on his spying and constant teleports. In exchange, he keeps his mouth shut.

A choice for him: knowledge versus entertainment.

I ignore the fact that I don’t quite know what I can offer him to be useful. I have some ideas and, as long as I play confidently, I can earn what I want.

“I’d be delighted to hear your piercing observation,” he leans his head to one side. 

“Even if you have the element of surprise, you do the same thing every time,” I say sweetly. “Your pattern is your weakness, and some demons can see it.”

I hear Angel snort next to me. I may have subtly borrowed some of his words. 

Alastor’s smile remains, but his eyes narrow. I can tell it didn’t quite satisfy him. But is it sufficient? It was an honest answer.

“Oh, she burnt ya!” Husk laughs. I see that he already has an empty glass at his side. 

However, everyone else stays still, waiting for him. There’s always this tense atmosphere that I don’t really get. Sure, he’s an Overlord, but Charlie is the freaking Princess of Hell. If it’s about power, wouldn’t they be more scared of her?

“Thank you, dear,” he says. “I shall consider your remark.”

It’s neither a yes nor a no. I can’t decide if he took the deal.

I look at Angel for a brief second. He seems a little bit more relieved. I want to say to him something to loosen up, but I can’t dare to suggest letting his guard down. For all we know, the shop owners know him. And he’s famous. Quite easy to find.

“Anyway...” Charlie breaks the silence, “Speaking of interesting events... I’ve already made the list of guests! It is non-negotiable, I’m afraid!” she glances at Alastor. “I’ve already started making the invites!”

“Oh, then I suppose you’ll have to announce your gala soon enough,” Alastor wonders. “Or, to say, I shall.”

“Thank you, Al!” she looks at him gratefully, as it seems there’s no opposition to the guest's list. 

However, she doesn’t seem to have picked on his dark implication. Vaggie has, though, as she stiffens.

“Why do you say soon?” she asks him suspiciously.

“Oh, just for everyone to have time to get ready,” he waves a hand. “Some of the guests might have some other pressing issues... to deal with.”

“If you know something, Alastor, just bloody say it,” Vaggie gets impatient.

She somehow broke her own rule, but I don’t get to react anyhow since Alastor has decided to drop a bomb:

“Oh, nothing much! Only that they’ll be occupied with chasing Angel Dust.”

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Charlie wiped her brow, a pleased smile on her face.

"This is everything, right, guys?"

"Yeah, justabout..." Angel responded in a mumbled, holding his and his twin's pet pig.

With that, the blonde bounded towards the spider demons before digging around in her dress pants pockets. The keys retrieved, she first reached for one of Angel's free hands, gently placing one in it before closing his fingers around it. Then, she reached for Devil's hand to do the same, shaking it slightly when his fingers were closed around his key.

"Welcome to the Happy Hotel, you two!"

Devil looked down at his hand for a moment.

"Uh... Yeah... Thanks, toots."

The princess released his hand then, bounding back over to Vaggie.

"We'll leave you two to get settled in. If you need anything, let us know!~"

"And don't cause trouble!" Vaggie added.

"Nooooo promises, babe," Angel hummed.

Vaggie could only huff before Charlie led her out of the room and towards the lobby.

"Are you positive about this, hun...?"

The Hellborn demoness beamed.

"Absolutely... They're perfect for our first guests!"

---

"'Ey Charlie. Ya doin' okay?"

Charlie looked up from her journal, hastily closing it as she was met with the sight of one of the Spider Brothers.

"Hey, Devil! Yeah, I'm fine!" she responded sweetly, "Why do you ask?"

She watched him hesitate for a moment before he came closer with the clack clacking of his boots against the hardwood of her office floor. He stopped in front of her desk, holding his phone out for her.

The princess visibly deflated at what she saw.

... This... was a clip of that disaster of an interview. Everyone was laughing. And the title hit her harder.

'Daddy must be So Proud'

"I din' realize things 'er that bad-"

"Devil. Stop... It's okay..." she said gently, "Bygones, yeah?"

"But-"

She reached to grab one of his hands, a soft smile on her face.

"Devil, things are getting better now. Alastor and the others are helping now, so from there, things should be easier."

She gave a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to worry about it... Okay...?"

He stared at their hands for a moment before closing his fingers around hers.

"Whadeva ya say, babe."

---

Knock knock.

"Dev...?"

No response.

Charlie swallowed before knocking again.

"Devil, may I come in...? I want to talk..."

She was worried...

"... Come in..." she heard from the other side of the door.

Carefully, she pushed the door open, met with the sight of a blaket burrito on the bed, facing away from the door and by extention her.

The demon princess carefully shut the door behind herself before approaching the bed. She stepped out of her shoes to crawl onto the bed next to him.

"... How are you holding up...?"

No reply.

... She needed to think of something...

Then an idea struck her.

"Hey Devil... Have you ever heard the story of the Velveteen Rabbit...?"

The spider demon glanced at her.

"Whadaboudit...?"

"Well... you know what made him real, right...?"

He slightly rose a brow at that.

"Love..." she said gently, reaching up to move the makeshift blanket hood off of his head.

Devil blinked.

"No matter what... you're still real to me... You're still real to us... Because... we love you..."

The spider demon then turned to face her, staring at her.

"... Chuck..."

Then she gently pulled him into a hug then, one hand gently stroking through his soft hair.

"And... the fact that you can love us back... shows just how human you really are..." she murmured against his scalp.

There was silence for a moment.

Then, he nuzzled to bury his face in her shoulder, and there came some muffled sobs...

Charlie simply cotinued to pet through his hair, rocking side to side with him in her arms.

---

The halo appeared over the moth demoness's head, and Charlie couldn't keep her wet smile from widening.

"Look at you, Vaggie... You did it...!"

Vaggie looked at her hands, her skin fading from gray to the brown that it was in life.

"Yeah... I... I guess I did..."

The infernal princess's smile faltered slightly.

"What's wrong...? You're going to reach your happy ending..."

The x on her face was fading away, her sclera turning white and her iris turning black.

"But... is it really a happy ending without you...?" the former demoness said quietly.

Charlie smiled as she came closer, gently holding her girlfriend's arms.

"Of course it is... Life goes on without me... You can find happiness with or without me..." she whispered, "Do me a favor... and tell Anthony that we said 'Hi' when you see him... Alright...?"

The Latina's hair was shortening, the grey fading into a brilliant brown tinted black. Tears started to spill out of her beautiful dark eyes.

"T-Te amo, Charlie...!" she choked.

Charlie smiled, tears forming in her own eyes as she leaned down and forward to rest her forehead on Vaggie's.

"Y yo también te amo, mi corazón... Más de lo que jamás sabrás... Adiós..." she said softly.

Familiar striped wings sprouted from the new angel's back. And a holy light shrouded her.

And consequently sent the princess back in screaming agony.

"CHARLIE!!!"

She barely registered hands catching her by her shoulders from behind, being crowded around by the others, nor Vaggie's voice fading into nothing.

"Chuck! Chuck you alright!?"

"Get her inside! Now!"

She was lifted up off the ground. She thought. She couldn't quite tell. Her arms, her forehead, they burned! She was certain she'd never felt this sort of pain before.

She was... lain on the couch in the lobby now... right...?

Her blazer's sleeves were torn off, and a hiss escaped from her clutched teeth.

"Starai bene! Tienimi la mano!"

Blindly, she grabbed around until she managed to get a hold of a gloved hand. Some sort of cream was applied to her burns, and she squeezed.

All the while, she heard gentle singing in Italian.

---

How long has it been at this point...?

She wasn't entirely sure anymore.

The queen stared out the window of her hotel room up at the haloed planetoid hanging in the dark red sky, idly picking at her long sleeves.

How many have come here...?

How many have ascended...?

And how was everyone doing up there...?

Charlie chuckled a bit.

God, she felt old thinking like this...

"Hey, Charlie?"

The demoness truned from the window, a fond smile stretching on her face.

"Yes, Devil...?" she asked softly.

"Coodja do me a favor real quick?"

The greying blonde stood up.

"Anything."

She watched as the spider demon stepped fully in the room holding up a rather familiar gown.

"Put dis on."

She tilted her head curiously for a moment before chuckling a bit.

"That old thing...?"

"I wanna see ya in it."

She moved over towards him, grabbing it from his hand before he pointed to her closet.

"Alright, alright, one moment..." she laughed slightly before moving to where he pointed.

She shut the closet door behind herself and looked at the gown for a moment. How long had it been since she wore this...? And yet it looked like new... The black never faded a bit since the last she wore it.

And actually, when did this leave her closet in the first place?

She shook her head in amusement before changing out of her suit. And carefully stepping into the gown.

She looked at the full body mirror once it was on.

Her hair was shorter than it used to be. Thinner and greyer too. Her face was worn with creases at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth. She looked at the sleeves of her black gown, the thorny leaf shaped patterns that made it up being the only things covering the unsightly scars on her forearms. Self conciously, she held her arms before looking at the door.

He's probably waiting for her out there...

Uneasily, she made her way to the door, peeking out of the closet.

She was met by the sight of Devil waiting idly by her music player, dressed more formally than she'd left him.

Huh... That was a little unexpected. And wow he got changed fast. Or did she take longer getting dressed than she realized?

She smiled, a brow cocked higher as she stepped out of the closet.

"It's been a while since I last saw you in that," she noted idly, closing the door behind her.

He only hummed in reply before pushing a button on her music player, instantly filling the room with music. Then, he exteded a hand towards her.

"Dance wit me, Chuck."

"Well aren't you in a bossy mood this evening," she laughed before approaching him, lifting the skirt of her gown to avoid stepping on it.

When she got close enough, she took his hand, immediately finding herself pulled closer to him. Two arms were draped over her shoulders, and his fourth hand was resting on her waist as he started leading the dance. She simply let out a giggle as she moved with him.

Turning, spinning, stepping, swaying...

"Inside of every demon is a rainbow...~" her own younger voice emitted from the speakers.

"I'm guessing you were feeling sentimental tonight...?'

"Maybe..." he hummed in response as he twirled her, "Dat a problem, majesty?"

"Not in the slightest..."

[dontasktheradiodemon]

❌ So yesterday night Alastor invited over a guest to cook dinner for.

❌ I could tell the second she arrived because I could hear frigging "Be Our Guest" start up in the lobby.

❌ I tried to avoid that whole scene, but from down a hall I definitely spotted a shadow-thing juggling dishes.

❌ He rewrote the lyrics. I didn't catch all of them, but I did hear "Can they sing? Who can tell! After all, doll, this is Hell!"

❌ If you're on the fence about checking into the hotel and you're a musical theater fan: if you come, there's basically a 100% chance that the Radio Demon will do a musical number for you.

((So @autokrates came over for dinner last night, and we decided not to roleplay it out, but we DID write a long semi-pseudo-roleplay summary of how that meeting would have gone, so for any parties who are interested, HERE'S THAT CHAT LOG))

Valera

So! Largely, I believe. Val showing up, a musical number happens, and then ingredient delivery

Alastor

Sounds right.

Then Alastor preps dinner, spends too much time fussing with this Newfangled Modern Machine With Settings And Dials, and they sit staring at a slow cooker for a while.

Valera

Ah yes, nothing like sitting in dead silence waiting for things with someone you don't know! She should have asked Pentious for-- OH YEAH. Slide a pamphlet over. He can busy himself with memorizing that for a little while

Alastor

He absolutely will. And he will politely play showtunes in the background for the benefit of his guest as he reads.

Valera

Ah, just the thing for her to occupy herself with. Quietly stimming by wiggling her fingers and tail to the music

Alastor

He'd probably say thanks for the info but uh why give it to him? (Not that he doesn't WANT it but like, it seems pretty private, he's surprised that Valera—and Sir Pent?—think he's worthy of being let in on where Sir Pentious is this week)

Alastor three days after falling asleep on the floor all tangled up with Sir Pent: haha yeah but it's not like we're CLOSE is it?

Valera

Dumb old men being dumb!!!

Alastor

HE JUST. ASSUMES HE'S WAY MORE INTO THIS THAN SIR PENT...

Valera

Pentious asked her to elaborate to Alastor what was happening, since she's still got a level head and experience with shedding. Which is convenient, because she'd fully intended to anyway. Pentious may want company, and Alastor needs to be prepared.

Alastor

OuO oh so he trusts Alastor that much huh. He will... file that fact away... somewhere in his heart

Valera

Aside from herself, he's the person Pentious trusts most. Casually sips materialized tea.

Alastor

Immediately tries to play it off like HAHA MUST BE A SHORT LIST. ... Which would probably be funnier if not for the fact that, like, it IS a short list.

Valera

She will... Refrain from commenting on the list being Two People long. But she will raise a very deliberate eyebrow at the way he avoids any signs of emotional attachment

Which actually reminds her! She owes him an apology.

Maybe multiple? Whatever.

Alastor

(He might be verbally avoiding signs of emotional attachment but outside of that, like, it's gonna be hard for her not to notice that his attention on the conversation goes from like 75% to 110% the moment Sir Pent comes into it and he drops everything to focus on the Info Pamphlet That Might Be Helpful For Sir Pent)

Genuinely :)? at that, apology for what

Valera

Well, a few things! Pentious shared Alastor's letters with her, which, yes he was asking for input, but it was a bit invasive.

Alastor

Goes from :)? to :]

Valera

And then for, what was it, outing him? The post was taken down, but if Pentious had mixed feelings about it, well. She can't assume how Alastor felt even if she did say it was an Opinion Piece.

Shrug!!

Alastor

Oh THAT? Sure Alastor thinks he saw that go by now that Val mentions it. It's exactly what she said: an opinion piece!!! Why, he's an infamous celebrity! Everyone has an opinion on him and most of them are wrong! He doesn't put much stock in them~

Valera

Regardless! Her bluntness charms some, but it can also be quite inappropriate. She hopes it didn't distress him too much, it was never her intention.

She is a POLITICIAN.

Alastor

Why, he hardly even noticed it.

Valera

Good! Looping back around to her beau, did Alastor have any other questions?

Alastor

... Anything he can send to help out?

(NOW he's all self-conscious, offering to do something NICE. gotta try to be all aloof about it)

Valera

(Wow he really IS like Pentious but Even Worse.. She is amazed.) Send? Oh, no dear fellow. Asking for food today was largely a cover to visit without having Vaggie relay all this information thirdhand. Though he did do quite a fine job of making the food, Pentious will love it.

(assuming, but the Smell)

Alastor

✨💖 Oh will he? That's good. 💖✨

Valera

Yes. Alastor cut the vegetables and meat into the perfect sizes to avoid a texture issue, couldn't have done it better herself. Prr prr

Alastor

(He's like Texture Issue???? but like. He's not gonna ask.)

Valera

She will GLOSS PAST THAT, THEN. Beyond the food, which was a lovely bonus, hmm... No, she's already providing the lotions and voice recordings for Pentious. Unless he's willing to be an in house cheer squad when the snake gets bored and blind, there isn't much he could do.

Alastor

Well, he'd be glad to come over for a visit if it'd lift his spirits—if Sir Pentious would want the visit?

Valera

She expects he will! He's.. Distressed.

Uncomfortable shift. SHE DOESN'T LIKE BEING SO VAGUE.

Alastor

Well now she's got 150% of Alastor's attention.

Valera

Twitchy Tail Time!!! Yes. Well, the pamphlet makes it very dry, but a shed is nothing short of agony. Itchy, painful, it leaves you blind and helpless. If you've already got... experiences with such things. It makes it worse. Pentious is barely into it and he's already ready to attack anything that moves.

Alastor

... Well! Let Alastor know when he can come by.

(He's got trouble wrapping his head around the idea of WANTING company while pained and helpless, but if Valera says he does, then Alastor is going by that)

(... and if Sir Pent gets pissed Alastor came over he's 100% pointing a finger at Val and going "well she said you'd like it")

Valera

(LMAO)

(Val would explain it as wanting a strong person present so you can feel protected and finally relax)

(She's appealed to Pentious' ego with that!!)

Hah! Yes, of course. Though he may need to go to Valera's home, fair warning. She's trying to coax Pentious into laying in her tub to get through this. She's got more equipment to deal with the symptoms, and a larger bathroom by far.

Alastor

Having a near stranger over sounds like something that should worry Valera more than Alastor! For him, it's a bonus.

Valera

OH MAKE NO MISTAKE. VAL'S NOT SURE ABOUT IT

BUT. she's confident Alastor isn't going to do anything dumb in her house

bc Pentious would FLIP SHIT

Alastor

She's already decided that Alastor won't behave himself out of basic decency as a guest or even out of a desire to maybe get invited back but he WILL behave himself solely because Sir Pent is there and he's feeling kind of called out. Called out in his own kitchen, in front of his own crock pot,

Valera

Raises an eyebrow

She's grinning but she shouldn't be when she's acting like a little shit

Alastor

BUT WHAT HE ACTUALLY SAYS IS of course he'll be on his best behavior :) :) :)

WHY IT'S NOT EVERY DAY HE MEETS SOMEONE WITH SUCH FINE TASTE IN THE PERFORMING ARTS, he'd be a fool to be a poor guest

Valera

Glad to hear it! He's been nothing but a perfect gentleman so far, but with the way Pentious rants about other demons, an abundance of caution seems wise. Nothing personal, dear fellow.

Demon culture is very much a mystery to her, and a confusing one at that.

Alastor

COMPLETELY reasonable. After all, everyone is down here for a reason.

Valera

She would agree, if the concept of sin wasn't such an odd one! It comes down to survival of the fittest, at the end. But just because some pompous sky man says he loves you if you follow his contradictory rules, humans are doomed to eternal torment? It's bizarre.

Ah, but excuse her. Her viewpoint is, literally, alien.

Alastor

You make the world, you make the rules. What is the guy powerful enough to give the orders and see that they're obeyed if not "the fittest"? Who has the power to argue if he prints a list of criteria for who he does and doesn't want joining him in his gated community in the sky?

He's told someone tried to argue with him once. And that's how THIS little neighborhood got started.

Valera

Oh, it's not so bad. Heaven is a pretty dull place! All sorts of goody two shoes drinking tea and baking pies in the perfect idyllic weather. Forever.

Alastor

You know, for a time, Alastor used to think that all the "punishment" narratives around Hell were just talk. He had this theory that, actually, humans were sent to the afterlife they were better suited for. The people sent to Heaven are the kind of people who'd LIKE being in Heaven, the people sent to Hell are the kind of people who would be bored stiff in Heaven and just make it miserable for the people who want to be there.

But he was wrong. It really, truly is rotten down here. Not just because of the wilted vegetables and awful weather. Hell grinds at you on a spiritual level. It really is a punishment.

Valera

Well that's.. A lot at once. Vaguely concerned frown.. That she is going to cover with her tea turning to a Nice Dark Coffee. SSSssssssSSSIP.

Alastor

Just thought she might benefit from an insider perspective! She can rest assured: the pie-baking tea-drinkers really are better off.

:) :) :)

Valera

Interesting! She's never spent much time in Hell out of arms reach of Pentious, but that's something to keep in mind for the future.

Alastor

Happy to help~!

Valera

[[ val voice: haha yeah whenever I'm in hell I'm getting doted on but I'll keep an eye out for emotional wear and tear!

Alastor

(It's different for visitors who only come to chat with the convicts)

Valera

(Of course. More for Pentious than herself, she doesn't know a lot of his backstory yet BUT SHE KNOWS ITS SAD)

Now, moving to happier topics! She loves what hes done with the hair. Though it makes him rather fresh faced

Alastor

WHY, THANK YOU!! It was all the rage a hundred years ago! But they do say fashion trends come back around!!

Sir Pentious wasn't as impressed by it, but, hey, can't win them all, can you?

Valera

Ah, don't worry about it. He just takes a bit to come around to change!

... Usually.

Alastor

Well, doesn't matter, he probably won't be keeping it long.

"Usually"?

Valera

She grins!!! Yes, usually. He's remarkably easy to get on board with just about anything if you can relate to something else he likes.

Alastor

Well, naturally! Who isn't?

Valera

The LOOK on her face is like she SUCKED A LEMON.

You'd be surprised.

Alastor

... Apparently so!

he's gone from :) to 8) like what did he just step in

Valera

NOTHING SHE'S GETTING INTO! Now, tell her dear man. What kind of musicals do you like?

Alastor

............... All of them???

Valera

Oh? Everything from Les Mis to Cats?

Anything Goes?

Alastor

Are those the two extremes? Then apparently so! What about you?!

Valera

She has preferences when she's PERFORMING in them, but from an enjoyment perspective, she can appreciate any production.

Alastor

A fan after his own dead heart!

Valera

She can do a MEAN patter song, but she likes being able to dance around while she's belting lines out. Acrobatics are where she can really show off!

Alastor

Well, then he hopes he'll have a chance to see her dancing sooner rather than later! Alastor never received much in the way in formal training in dance, and he's sure it shows, but he likes to think he makes up for it with personality.

Valera

Oh pish posh. Dance is at least fifty percent attitude, he'd be phenomenal on or off the stage. And she can always give pointers, if he's looking for them.

Alastor

He really only does it for his own entertainment—AND for the entertainment of honored guests, of course—but if he ever decides to get back into theater for whatever reason, he'll keep her generous offer in mind.

Valera

Of course! Not like she's going to do a lot of dancing with Pentious here. Her love is many things, but a dancer is not one of them. Snrk snrk.

Alastor

Really. Huh.

So how DID they meet, anyway?? Alastor's been wondering! Hard for sinners to meet many people outside of Hell.

Valera

Oh! Haha, funny story, that. But how much detail does he REALLY want?

Alastor

Well, far be it from him to pry into anything she doesn't think she ought to share, of course. But he wouldn't have asked if he didn't wonder.

Valera

Fair! Alright, well. They met on tumblr, obviously. Pentious was flailing about being combative and intentionally aggressive. You know. Pentious.

Alastor

Naturally.

Valera

She decided to approach him without the immediate hostility so many of her peers were demonstrating. Doesn't everyone deserve a chance to explain themselves, after all? He seemed like he was lashing out, not truly malicious. Nobody had bothered explaining to him that what he did was wrong, or why.

And, you know. If you attack someone, you can't be surprised if they attack you right back. Obviously.

Alastor

Obviously.

Valera

So! Yes. She approached him, asked questions. Asked for his side of things. And they got along just fine! So she invited him over for tea, arguably. But mostly he invited himself over because she made too much tea.

Alastor

So just a chance encounter while adrift among the Internet's airwaves! How serendipitous.

Valera

More or less! Though really, she'd spoken to Alastor more at that point. Other Alastor. He'd been inviting her over to his hell, so she'd likely have met Pentious under very different circumstances if she hadn't approached him then.

But! He came over, and they talked. And they talked a LOT. About their passions, and about how ridiculous people can be these days.

And gods, can they. Then they decided to watch The Mikado! Has he heard of it?

Alastor

Has he heard of it?! One of Gilbert & Sullivan's most renown shows?! Madam! Of course he had!

Valera

Oh good, good good! He continues to impress! So lovely to know there are other people with taste around here. So yes! They watched The Mikado, and it went.. Almost alarmingly well. At the start they were on opposite ends of the couch, and by the end he was sprawled across her lap like he lived there.

Alastor

...... Well!

He warms up to people fast.

Valera

Haha! Perhaps he was simply overly pleased to connect with someone again, and let his guard down? They wound up making out on the couch like a pair of horny teens, so.

Alastor

...... Well!

Valera

Sssssips drink.

Alastor

............ Congratulations! (he has No Idea what you're supposed to say to that)

Valera

Thanks! (She doesn't either) Want to know an incredibly adorable fact about Penny?

Alastor

Sure!!

(he is retaining a Remarkable poker face through all this)

Valera

He likes it when you scratch his hood. Makes him melt in to a happy little pile of scales.

(someone please... Help Alastor....)

Alastor

Ha! Well, isn't that darling.

(The only one who can help Alastor is Alastor himself and he's like "why should I help, what's that bitch ever done for me")

Valera

Very. Should he ever deign to let you try it, the results are best from juuust the very joint of his neck and hood.

(ALASTOR PRACTICE SELF CARE)

Alastor

(FOR THE LAST HALF CENTURY HIS SELF CARE HAS BEEN AVOIDING SEEING/THINKING ABOUT SIR PENT EVER AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. He still needs to figure out how to do a self-care that's the opposite of that!)

Duly noted! Alastor's sure it'll never happen, but even so.

Valera

Oh, she isn't so sure! Penny speaks fondly of him.

Alastor

... Hm.

Well, there are different sorts of fondness, aren't there!

Valera

Well, yes of course? She's fond of many people, but she isn't exactly engaged to the vast majority of them. What is his point?

Alastor

That THAT'S the sort of intimacy one usually reserves for someone closer to the "engaged" end of the fondness scale—hold on, engaged??

Valera

Oh? Yes, engaged. Anyway, is it? This must be one of those human things again. There's nothing sexual about enjoying platonic physical contact, there's no reason for it to be relegated to a relationship.

Alastor

Well, what does Alastor know, he's never been a very touchy person. SO, how long have you two been...? Well, probably since before Alastor met either of you, silly question! He just must not have heard.

Valera

Oh, no it's.. Arguably recent? Certainly after he and Pentious started talking. Though don't get too fussed, dear. Pentious has a ring he hasn't lobbed at her yet. They've just agreed to get married, Pentious refers to her as his fiancé. No dates set or anything.

Alastor

Oh, good, so he didn't miss some big announcement. That WOULD have been embarrassing

Valera

He did not! And really, with how he and Pentious get along he might wind up getting asked for advice if a proposal ever actually occurs.

Alastor

... He doesn't know what kind of advice he could offer! He's not known for his expertise in romance, ha.

((suddenly got a flashing glimpse of a possible future where Alastor is the best man, standing like five feet away from Sir Pent trying to hold it together))

Valera

[[ JFDHFKDSHJFKDS HONESTLY.... IT'S LIKELY

Valera

You know, she doesn't think any of them are! Marriage isn't something Veci usually do with aliens, but Pentious insisted he wanted a proper marriage, and kids, and she's not opposed to either if that makes him happy. Though seeing him with the dolls is incredibly endearing.

Alastor

((And I will be FILLED TO THE BRIM with sadistic glee))

The dolls??

Valera

[[ Alastor crying ASMR

Alastor

(("Al are you okay—" "YEAH I'M FINE IT'S JUST. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. ISN'T IT. SO MOVING."))

Valera

Yes! Would you like to hear that story?

Alastor

SURE!!

Valera

Super! So! She doesn't know ALASTOR'S stance on calling women things like sluts and whores, but she herself is.. Not terribly fond of those words. Something about having them screamed at her, just doesn't sit well.

Alastor

One rarely is fond of the words one's been on the receiving end of.

Valera

Indeed. Pentious on the other hand, used them quite freely against any woman he wasn't pleased with.

But! Pentious wants kids someday, and kids are of course, quite perceptive little creatures. And no child of hers is going to grow up internalizing that kind of nonsense, either as a measure of their worth or as something a proper young man calls any lady.

So! She made a few dolls, to demonstrate her point. Pentious wants kids, so she made him some dolls that resemble what his offspring would.

And then hurled abuse at them quite freely!

He didn't take kindly to hearing what random men would call his own daughter, funnily enough.

Alastor

Alastor's like lmao. (IT SEEMS KINDA MEAN AND MEAN THINGS AMUSE HIM... he's half powered by schadenfreude)

Valera

(It WAS mean)

Alastor

And he takes it that worked.

Valera

Pentious can often be found curled up with his little doll family, and he hasn't used a slur since, so! Yes.

Alastor

No surprise there! He is, at his heart, a family man in hibernation, isn't he?

Valera

Not even in hibernation! He's incredibly eager to start a family.

Alastor

Of course. Now that he has the chance. Probably the only man in Hell who does.

Formerly in hibernation, then.

Valera

Can sinners not reproduce?

Alastor

No! Sterile, one and all. The dead do not breed. There are the few rare exceptions who have been supernaturally promoted out of the pool of the damned and made nobility of the same rank as the native Infernal-born or Heaven-fallen demons—Queen Lilith, for instance—but that's not just a thing that HAPPENS. A sinner must be CHOSEN, typically by Lucifer himself. Alastor wouldn't be surprised if it happens less than twice a millennium.

And even at that, to his knowledge these ascendant damned have never bred with each other—only with the Infernal nobility.

Valera

Huh! Fascinating. She really should learn more about the going ons of hell... But good to know! That explains the way Pentious.. Basically went feral as soon as he found out it was possible to have a family.

She's still not sure about the whole "eyes going red" thing, but he's explained it as any peak of emotion.

Alastor

It happens!

... Did you account for the possibility of him being sterile when you promised him a family? Or did you make the promise on the assumption that he's as fertile as any living man?

Valera

Oh, she can reproduce with anyone who has a soul. Pentious IS a damned soul. Ergo...

Alastor

Getting around the usual rules, then! Good. Alastor would so hate to hear if he'd gotten his hopes raised just for them to be dashed again.

Valera

Oh, she was careful to check! Many demons are soulless beings, and she hates to be made a liar of. Though she wasn't even sure poor Pentious even had genitals at the time!

Alastor

Well. Surprise.

Valera

She is Looking Away

Yes... Surprise indeed.

Alastor

He is the picture of :) neutrality

Valera

Val is trying very hard to keep the conversation from going to DARK PLACES. So!!! Subject change time.

Did you and he have fun at your last visit? He tends to give her a summary, but it's nice to hear the other perspective

Alastor

OH. YES. SURE. DELIGHTFUL TIME.

Valera

Oh? Delightful?

Alastor

Yeah, sure! ... Why, did he not think so?

Valera

Oh! He.. Got very drunk. His memories get fuzzy.

Alastor

... Well, that was half of what made it delightful!

Valera

She wouldn't know, but she's very glad to hear it!

Alastor

You abstain? Or not biologically capable?

Valera

Oh, neither. Rarely have the chance to actually relax anymore, too many attempts to murder her over the years. Regicide is very in, you know.

Alastor

Heavy is the head!

Valera

Hah! He can say that again. It's a thankless job. But somebody's got to do it.

Alastor

((I'M RUNNIN OUT OF STEAM... and they chatted about a lot more than I expected, this was productive!! Anywhere else you think we oughta steer the conversation or d'you think it's safe to go And Then They Chatted More, The End))

Valera

[[ NAH I THINK ITS BEEN ESTABLISHED WELL ENOUGH. STEER BACK TO MUSICALS, THEY TALK SHOP, AND THEN WHAM FOOD

[pastellhunny]

•Under The Red Sky•

Chapter 3. What is this?

Angel and Vaggie returned back to the hotel with plenty of alcohol being carrier by all four of Angels arms. Vaggie had a pained expression as she reluctantly walked in through the front door beside him. The day was pretty much over and everyone was pretty tired on their own. Al was still in his room, the lights were off but he held his hand. The hand that charlie touched gently with hers, a strange feeling lingered within him after it. The feeling of his guts moving on their own was still present and worsened when he thought more and more about the little hand hug they shared. He was convinced she had done something to him despite the obvious hints his radio staff gave him.

Maybes it's some kind of like spell she's put on me. "Is it possible that i can inflict this suffering on someone?" Al thought to himself as he got up to head back to the main area to test his theory. Al made it down the stairs to see Angel and Vaggie had returned and not a second later Husk came back in with his arms full of cheap booze too. Appearantly Husk has swooped out too when everyone left.

"AH Husker my friend i'm going to need you for a little experiment of mine!" Al exclaimed as he rushed over to Husk and swooped him away causing him to drop all his booze.

"HEY my cheap booze!!" Husky yelled angrily as Al dragged him away. "Oh i'll make you pay for thi-"

"Oh shut up Husk you'll get your booze later!" Al yelled as static emerged making Husk quited down with a pissed look on his face.

Angel and Vaggie just watched on as Al dragged husk away up the stairs, "Oh Charlie said to dress classy for the dance!" Alastor shouted as he disappeared up the stairs with Husk. Once out of sight Al used his shadow ability to teleport them to his room.

"Alright what the hell is more important than my booze." Husk grumbled with his raspy voice.

"Hold out your hand for me Husker." Al commanded and Husk complied thinking if he did what he said he'd get back to his booze sooner. "Now let me..." Al paused as he fixed his hand flat against his and did the same as what Charlie did to him. They both sat there for a moment before a crack sifted through the air.

"I don't understand Husk maybe you can explain something to me, do you feel like your guts are going to burst out at the thought of me. Do you feel any different?" Al asked with intrigued as he circled Husk examinening him for any difference.

"The only difference is i'm sober you asshole now let me get back to my whiskey." Husk said with an angry face as he scurried out the door running back to the bottles he left on the floor.

Alastor was perplexed and completely confused. What in the world did the princess do to him. Maybe it's one of the royal families powers. Lucifer has been said to be able to get demons to obey him with a single command. Powerless to appose him, maybe the princess inherited something similar to this. Maybe i'm resisting something she told me to do and that's why i feel this way?

Al paused for a moment, "I'll have to find a way to see her demonic side and get a closer look at her powers." He thought to himself as he left his room. Upon stepping out he bumped into something and immediately static spurred out and a little whimper of fear was heard.

"AHH Al wait i'm sorry i didn't mean to-" Charlie apologized as she backed up away from him, stepping backwards on the first step to the stairs leading down. She lost her balance, her eyes went wide as she reached her hand out to grab onto something.

Al watched as everything seemed to slow down, playing in slow motion. He watched as Charlie seemed to slowly fall back as her arm flung up out towards him. Without thinking he sprung forward and grabbed her hand in the blink of an eye while holding on to the staircase post. He swiftly pulled her close to his chest wrapping his arms around her for a moment making sure she wouldn't fall again.

Charlie's head was pressed closely again his chest, she could notice the smallest details of his red coat. The pink lines that ran down it to how soft the material felt against her face. She instinctively held onto his arms for support as she looked up at him with her rosary cheeks and heated blush.

Al noticed this and felt that feeling again, the churning of his guts. "Again?!" He thought to himself as he slowly let her go and stand on her own.

"Oh my gosh i'm so sorry i bumped into to you but uh thank you for um saving me there." Charlie apologized as she hid her face for a moment before she looked up and met his gaze. She noticed how it took him a moment to move or say anything, for that matter, back to her. "

"Ah yes not a problem my dear why we can't have the princess of hell injuring herself now can we." He got close to her and patted her head with his hand gently. "Be a little more careful darling." With that Al turned, his face hidden from view, and began to walk down the stairs towards the main area.

Charlie still stood silent watching as he made his way down. She lifted her hand to her cheek noticing it was strangely warm. Al turned his head back up to her and waved her to follow.

"Now come on shall we speak of the plans for the dance." Al said up to her with a genuine smile on his face.

Charlie hurried down the stairs shaking away her nerves as she scurried.

Everyone gathered in the main area. Angel and Husk drank their alcohol ofcourse while they listened on. It was around 9pm and the plan was to set out tomorrow and put up flyers promoting the dance around town.

"That's good an all but what flyers?" Vaggie asked in the middle of Charlie rambling on about how fun it's going to be.

"Oh well um i'll be making them... tonight.. by myself." Charlie stuttered as she didn't realized she didn't have any made.

"Don't worry you won't be by yourself." Vaggie reassured her and raised angels arm in the air offering him up to help as well.

"Huh the fuck am i gonna do." Angel said half drunkenly.

"Once you sober up your gonna help Charlie and i make flyers for the dance you idiot!" Vaggie angrily bickered at him as he took another swig of his alcohol.

He grumbled in response as he rested his head down on the bar table and dozed off.

Al stood and watched a part of him wanted to offer his help but he said nothing. He did get the party catered for Charlie afterall so he considered that his part in helping. Besides he didn't know if it was necessarily safe to be exposed to Charlie, everytime he was around her it was like she would use her demon powers to make him feel different. It even made his chest hurt at times it all confused him to the point where he left the hotel to return home.

Instead of staying afterwards to monitor how things were going and to see if Charlie was okay he said his goodbyes and slipped out of the hotel sooner than usual.

Al used his shadow to pretty much fly across the city to his home. His house was what you'd expect on the outside. a 1920's themed home, it had roughly three floors painted red and crimson with a large concrete fence wall that surrounded his home. Sharp ended poles spiked out of the hard walls giving it a ghostly atmosphere. A gate that had strawberry vines growing around it was the only entrance. Al had no need to push it open he just simply teleported past it and immediately into home. His shadow lurked behind him as he carefully walked through his halls down to his basement. Blood was splattered all over the ground per usual one of his last victims recent tracks. He walked past it to a locked steel door which his shadow opened with a shark like smile casting itself on the walls. Inside was his library, books upon books of all that he'll could offer. Rituals, summonings even types of tortures but what he was looking was about history. Specifically demon ability history.

Hours had past and Al had already read all the books he had on demons. He already memorized the books anyway but searched for any clue or power he could tie to Charlie. There was telekinesis, but he would have noticed that. Possession was a big no. All the options it gave him were of no help nothing explained what was happening to him.

The more frustrated Alastor got the more radio static surrounded him. Nothing of it made sense to him for once Al didn't know the answer. "RAGHH!" Al yelled in frustration as he made a portal appear on the floor with black tentacles and an ominous yellow glow come out of it. Al threw the book at it straight at the whole in dimensions. His shadow immediately caught it and saved the poor book from total damnation. Al sighed in defeat as he leaned up against the wall and slid down in defeat, his eyes were tired and felt heavy for once. What in the world has that girl done to me?" The thing that Al didn't wanna admit the most is that he liked the way she made him feel for some strange reason.

Alastors shadow opened the book he threw, on the front it read "666" as the title. It's dark claws flipped to the middle of the book on a page about the angels. Al looked up from his pity party and despair, he took a long glance at the page and then remembered that if the whole redemption thing were true then maybe he could make it out to the golden gates. Al's smile lifted a bit as he stood back up, his eyes glowing with a low tint of pink as he summoned his cane into thin air. Al still hesitated a moment that feeling in his guts still lingered and the more he thought about his real cause for wanting to use charlie just to get out of hell left a sour taste in his mouth. His shadow was merely a darker part of himself it loved the idea of using anyone and anything to cause destruction. Al shook his head as he put his books away with his powers. "I think i might abandon this until i figure out what that princess did to me." Al spoke as he turned to his shadow with red tinted eyes. His shadows smile widened sickenly Al could tell it didn't like the sound of that at all but oh well Als word over his shadows.

"Besides i should support her the most i can if i actually wanna get out of here."

The hotel was quiet it was about 3 am and pretty much everyone was passed out, Husk went back to his room, Nifty passed out in the corner with papers all around her. Vaggie fell asleep with her head leaning on Angels shoulder. Angel wasn't quite asleep yet he was still coloring the flyers but was ungodly tired and hung over. Charlie was passed out on a chair across the room soundly asleep, she was drooling on one of the flyers she was in the progress of finishing. Angels smile grew even bigger when he looked down and saw Vaggie so peaceful on his shoulder. Even though Vaggie and Angel have their own differences they're still friends maybe a little strained but they can get along sometimes. Well when Angels not putting a bad name on the hotel that is. Angel laughed to himself as he leaned his head on hers.

Morning soon came, though there wasn't much of a sun people just kind based their sleep around the set clock of the city.

Al got up bright and early and made his way to check up on the hotel. He cleaned up his mess ofcourse and fixed his hair and smoothed out the "hair" tuffs on top his head. Everyone knew they were his ears but no one dared to touch them.

Al entered the Hotel through the door for once instead of using his shadow. He was a little exhausted from the stress that was yesterday afterall.

The noise of the door stirred Angel awake, his eyes opened slightly to see who opened the door. When Angel saw the red coat he shut his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.

Alastor looked around the room to see everyone was passed out all over the place. Poor Nifty was knocked out in the corner while Vaggie and Angel seemed to have been getting along. His eyes eventually drifted over the the body of Charlie. Al figured everyone was asleep so no one saw him. He walked quietly over to Charlie's sleeping body. Al admired her peaceful face how smooth it was and examined all the tiny details of her face for a long moment. He gazed at her gentle eyes and her roses cheeks. His smile was less stressed as his eyes lowered gently upon seeing her heavenly self.

Angel watched on as Alastor reached his staff out above her head. A sudden radio crackle came through as static emerged from Alastor. For a brief moment Angel peered into Alastors eyes and saw how sinister his expression was.

"My god he's gonna kill her in her sleep!"

⎯

part 1 part 2

[morte-mistrata]

Charlie couldn't trust him. She knows that. Vaggie reminds her of it every chance she gets, and even if she didn't, she still would have known. His deeds were infamous; the mystery surrounding him even more so. Still, Charlie finds it hard not to be curious.

"A dance?" She repeats quizzically. Vaggie crosses her arms and frowns.

"A simple get together for the purpose of fraternization. You might even attract new patrons." Alastor adds, the crook of his eyebrow rising ever so slightly.

Charlie doesn't know what that means. With an ever present smile, its near impossible to tell how he truly feels. His trickster persona is truly well crafted.

"Not a good idea." Vaggie says sternly. Her eyes are on Alastor. Her brows are furrowed.

They've been furrowed ever since they first met. Not that her distrust is misplaced, but still. Redemption has to start somewhere, doesn't it?

"Well, as long as there's no booze, or drugs or orgies-"

"Boo," Angeldust calls from his favorite red sofa.

"I don't see why not." Charlie finishes. Alastor's eyes are half lidded. Could that be smugness? Or maybe something like fondness?

"Without booze, ain't nobody comin'." Husk adds. He's been pouty since Vaggie enforced no drinking hours. He's stuck sober for another hour.

"No booze," Charlie reiterates. Husk kicks his feet up on the bar table and huffs. "No orgies, no drugs."

"We don't need all of that to have fun," Alastor stoops over, offering her a hand. Vaggie frowns harder. Charlie can feel the music churning under his skin. It's infectious. She accepts it.

Alastor twirls her inwards, and her pants and suspenders turn into a gleaming flapper dress. The lobby begins to smell like a distillery and the colors turn all wrong. Angel looks up from his ice pop with modest curiosity. He shrugs, as the color moves outward, changing the room into a speakeasy straight out of the pages of a history book. More than likely copied right from Alastor's memory.

"Let's throw a party-" The first line is hardly out of his mouth before it all reverses, spiraling inward until everything is like it was before. Alastor winces, and though the smile does not fall, she swears that it wavers.

Before Charlie can ask what's wrong, she feels it too. An image beams directly into her mind; a clawed hand pulling at a head until it disconnects from the body, and the spine comes out in a single fluid motion, blood splattering, and visera splashing upon the camera lens. Charlie can feel it, she can't feel her own body, her own mind, even though she knows that it's all just a vision.

"How interesting," The TV demon drawls. His face flashes with static, and she feels a scream rather than hears it erupt from someone in the room with her. "You seem to have made some new friends. How quaint."

Charlie feels the anger rise up inside her. How dare he interrupt? How dare he trespass in her domain? She may only be a princess, but damn right is he going to respect what little she claims for herself.

"Fuck," The word rises like a wave, filled with despair and pain, and rides the signal back to him. The TV demon shrinks back. "Off."

The signal cuts off.

Vaggie lies unconscious on the ground, her hair spread like a halo around her head. Her left eye is blank and dark; she’ll probably be out for a while. Angeldust’s ice pop is melting on his chest fur, and Husk is asleep across his bar counter, the card tower he’d been building collapsed around him.

Alastor is still standing, but his grin is the droopiest she’d ever seen it. 

Charlie isn’t sure whether or not it was her, or the TV Demon who caused everyone to black out, and she’s not sure how long it’ll last either. She lifts Vaggie, and half-carries, half-drags her to the couch. Charlie lifts the ice pop from Angel’s chest, lays it on the side table on top of the discarded wrapper, and slumps Vaggie on the other side of the couch. She leaves Husk where he is; he’s passed out there more than once already.

“Alastor, are you alright?”

He looks up, his appearance near pristine once more. 

“Charlie, my dear, are you?”

She reaches a hand up gingerly, and feels the horns poking through her hair. She furrows her brows, and attempts to force it back inside, but the flow of magic within her feels blocked. A headache like the worst hangover ever times ten hits her like a brick. 

She winces, and raises a hand to her temple. “I’m fine. Just a headache. Do you know what all of that was about?”

Alastor’s eyes flash, his iris’ shifting to radio dials and back again in an instant. “Just an old friend dropping in. I’m sure that he won’t make that mistake again, my dear.”

“Well, uh,” Charlie looks him over, and though he’s loathe to admit it, he’s probably feeling pretty shitty too. After all, the TV demon and the Radio demon are nearly matched in power. “If you’re sure.”

Alastor grins. 

Charlie feels uncomfortable.

Husk grunts and peels himself off of the counter. “Da fuck was that?” He grumbles.