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Lucifer short!

Warning! This short has self harm, vomiting, suicidal thoughts, intrusive thoughts, hunger, purging, vomiting, depression, and implied self harm. If any of this triggers you in anyway shape or from, please, for your safety, don't read!

tic tok, tic tok tic...

Lucifer was beginning to regret getting a clock.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

He lifted his head, bleary eyes trying to focus on the round little clock on his bedside table. 4:23... It was if it was taunting him...

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

He could easily break the dam thing, but then there would be glass and metal all over the floor, and he didn't want to deal with that at the moment. Well there was one thing he could do.... The scratches on his thighs and upper arms throbbed for a moment and the idea of adding more cuts to himself at the moment made him feel queasy and sick. (Even if he did deserve it.)

tic tok, tic tok, tic...

Lucifer groaned as he forced himself to sit up slowly, his mouth was dry and it felt like someone shoved sandpaper down his throat. He wasn't sick, he knew that. Something else was wrong (Stop being such a whiny bitch, nothings wrong you're just being stupid.) but what?

tic tok, tic tok, tic...

Well, besides the fact that it was 4 in the morning and he hadn't slept at all in the last 38 hours. Had he forgotten to do something? Something that Charlie or Vaggie had asked him to do?

tic tok, tic tok, tic...

Lucifer winced as his stomach curled in on itself tightly, riiight, food. Wasn't that some sort of necessity? Lucifer laughed dryly at his unspoken joke, then winced as his stomach tied itself into a bunch of knots. It wouldn't hurt to get a small snack... it was almost morning anyway. (You know you don't deserve it, why go through all the trouble of getting food just to get rid of it again?)

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

Well, it wasn't like he was gonna fall asleep anytime soon, he might as well go get a snack. Lucifer flung the thick blanket off of his legs, he didn't move for a moment, he just stared at the floor. It wasn't that far down, but his legs trembled at the idea of actually getting up out of bed. (Its funny to think about how you're the king of hell when you can't even do something as simple as getting out of bed)

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

Lucifer whined and pressed his hands over his ears, his legs curled up against his chest.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

He was vaguely aware that he reeked of sweat and musk, probably from being in this warm as fuck room. Sweet Caroline, he needed a shower.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

"Shut up, shut up, shut up-" His stomach twisted tighter and the fresher cuts threatened to open up again at the new friction they were put under.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

Lucifer screamed in frustration and hurled the clock across the room, it hit the wall with a loud crack. (Great, you broke something else. Can't you do anything without hurting something? Maybe Lilith would have stayed if you weren't such a fuck up.)

tic tok, tic tooooo-

The clock sprung apart pathetically, spraying that part of the room in mechanical gears, metal, and glass. Lucifer stared at the mess numbly, not quite registering what just happened. His throat hurts worse now and he was no closer to getting out of bed than before. (You can't even handle having a clock! What are you going to hurt the next person who talks to you? Maybe thats why Charlie didn't call you for years)

Well, he was already in bed, why not stay there for a few more minutes? He could get something to eat later...

Pulling the blanket back over him, Lucifer nestled himself back into the too warm bed and forced his eyes shut.

Knock knock knock

"Dad?" Lucifer groaned and tugged the blanket tightly over his head, how could he be so stupid? He lived with people now! He can't afford to throw things around all willy nilly!

"Dad? Are you okay? Vaggie said she heard something break" Charlie's voice careened through the door and hit the side of Lucifer's already throbbing head.

Fuck if Charlie saw him now, what would she think? "Oh yeah! I just thought I uh... saw something" Oh yeah totally nailed that one. Lucifer winced and gripped his throat, it was the first time he really used it in the past two days and fuck, it stung.

"Uh, well can I come in? I know its late but, no one has seen you in days..." Lucifer flicked on a light and cringed at the state of his room, then looked down at himself.

"W-well I- I'm not exactly dressed?" That was somewhat true, he was wearing his binder, (That counted as sleep clothes, right?) and a pair of shorts, almost every weak point on him was exposed and practically glowed in the dim lamp light. "It is 4 in the mor-" Lucifer broke off with a cough and dimly wondered when the last time he drank water was.

"Are you alright?" The doorknob rattled and Lucifer froze. Fuuuck he remembered to lock the door right? Right?

"Yeah! I'm fine! I've just been doing- things" he dragged his blanket up to his chest and broke into a coughing fit, his headache pounding with each cough. This was fine! He was fine-

"Dad," The doorknob turned slowly and Lucifer swore he could feel his heart stop, "I'm sorry, I'm coming in."

"NO! DON'T! I'm FINE!" Lucifer scrambled out of bed and managed to slam the door shut before he slid down it and clutched his head tightly, "J- just leave me alone for a bit, yeah? I'll be down later today" He could hear Charlie yelp and shuffle away from the door. Fuck! Did he hurt her? It was silent for a moment before he could hear Charlie slowly start to walk away.

"Alright, I'll see you later then..." Fuck, Charlie sounded so sad... Lucifer glanced at his day outfit and looked down at himself. He snapped himself 'clean' and made himself look presentable before he pushed the door open and quickly grabbed Charlie's wrist. The taller glanced down at him, surprised.

"Hey-" don't throw up, don't throw up, holy shit- don't throw up- "I'm sorry, I'm just a little... stressed at the moment"

Charlie looked him up and down for a moment and Lucifer was promptly reminded of her mother, she wore the same calculating gaze as Lilith did. It was almost uncanny.... "Not that I don't believe that but uh, what have you been doing for the past two days?" Charlie tilted her head to the side, her disheveled hair falling over her shoulder.

"Just uh, king stuff" Lucifer choked back a cough, "You know, its not easy running hell!" Lucifer puffed his chest up proudly, it really wasn't! Charlie looked unconvinced, but what was he supposed to tell her? That he had been stuck in bed for the past few days, unable to sleep? That he had been hurting himself? That he had been breaking shit in his room because of a stupid headache?

She would hate him.

"Alright" Charlie said slowly, still unconvinced. She shifted her captured wrist to gently hold Lucifer's trembling hands. Her face lit up and Lucifer then knew she came up with another grand plan, "Well, it's not good to work nonstop! Sooo~" She bounced on her feet, Lucifer watched her, vaguely wondering where all her energy was coming from.

"I'm making today a mandatory relaxation day!" Charlie grinned at her father, "Not just for you but for everybody! We can drink hot chocolate, read, watch tv~! OOOH! Do each other's nails! I know Angel and Nifty would love that!"

Lucifer swallowed thickly "Yeah, I'm sure they would!" Charlie glanced down at her father as if just remembering that he was there.

She frowned and took his other hand, "are you sure, you're alright?" Holy hell why did she have to have such a big heart?

Lucifer tried to give her a convincing smile, "I promise I'll let you know when I'm not" Charlie heaved a sigh of relief and let go of his hands. The lie felt sour in his mouth but it was fine. He could handle himself!

"Alright, be downstairs in the lobby at breakfast time, kay?" Before he could answer she was already bounding down the hallway and slamming her door shut.

Lucifer stood there for a moment, wondering what in the nine rings of hell he had gotten himself into.

...

Breakfast... was loud. At some point Angel had gone from very loudly hitting on him and practically sitting on his lap to helping Husker at the bar once the grumpy bartender made his existence known. Alastor was, thankfully, not anywhere to be found, but he had learned that was often the Radio demons way. He didn't show up unless something particularly interesting was happening. Beside Lucifer was Charlie who was excitedly talking to Vaggie about her plans for the day.

Lucifer dimly wondered if Charlie had a plan for everything she was doing. He pushed around his food for a bit, trying to keep his pounding headache at bay as he tried to follow what Fran? Fred? Frannie? The egg thing, was saying.

Though he had been told that most of what they said was complete and utter nonsense. (Much like the things you make. No one really cares about your creations, or about you) Lucifer stabbed his hash browns and pushed them around, not really feeling like eating despite how his mouth was watering at the smell and his stomach curled with hunger at the food in front of him.

"-d"

He really didn't deserve it anyway. (Why should anyone waste food on someone like you? It's only a matter of time before someone kicks you out of here)

"ad!"

Perhaps he could get away with eating a little and then claim he was full? Would that work?

"DAD!" Lucifer winced and looked up from his plate and stared at Charlie.

"Y-eah?" Lucifer stammered looking up from his plate, Charlie looked at Lucifer, concern riddled all over her face, oh boy she would never win a card game ever.

"I asked if you were okay, you've hardly touched your food" Oh... shit.

Lucifer chuckled dryly, "Yeah, I'm just not feelin' too hungry this morning." Why did it feel like someone was staring at him? Lucifer glanced behind him to look at the bar where Husker was staring at him, one eyebrow arched. Lucifer bit his bottom lip and decided to just ignore the demon, slowly turning his attention back to Charlie, who was still staring at him with her doe like eyes.

"Well, can you eat like... half of your food? You haven't come out to eat in days"

"Charlie... I'm really not hungry" Was it just him, or did the invisible gaze of Husk get sharper?

"Please?" Charlie begged and Lucifer swore he could see stars in her eyes, "For me?"

Oh fuck him. His inability to say no to Charlie would lead to his second fall. Lucifer sighed and twirled his fork in his hand for a moment before he stabbed his hash browns again and chewed on it slowly. Holy fuck- when was the last time he actually ate? Oh fuuuck this was so god dammed good-

Lucifer didn't notice Charlie and Vaggie fist bump in a small celebration as he began to stuff his face full, finishing off half his plate in a matter of seconds. A hand rested on Lucifer's shoulder and the shorter man went stiff, a piece of meat hanging from his mouth as his pupils shrank to the size of pins "Daaam, its not like it's gonna get up and walk away from ya', yer eatin' like its your last meal" did Lucifer ever mention he didn't like being touched while eating? He snapped and growled at Angel, pulling his plate closer to his chest.

It was his. All his. Don't fucking take it- Angel put up one set of hands in mock arrest, a look of surprise covering his face for a moment. "Je-sus- he almost bit my hand off!" Angel whined, heels clicking as he stepped back from Lucifer as the shorter snapped at him again before he returned back to his plate, eating faster this time while also glancing at the spider warily.

"This may come as a surprise to you Angel, but not everyone likes being touched" Vaggie said, hand resting on Charlies as if she needed to pull her girlfriend away from the king at a moments notice.

"Uh, dad?" Charlie leaned her head down to look at Lucifer, who at some point, dropped his fork in favor of just stuffing his face with his hands. He glanced up at her, eyes still wide and pupils small.

"You're ok, no one's gonna take your food, it's yours. We have more if you want more, ok?" She outstretched her hand, palm up, Lucifer froze again, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. It was his-

"Uh, princess, I think it might be best if we leave the short feral man alone" Angel said, walking swiftly behind the two as Vaggie nodded in agreement.

"Yeaaah, he doesn't seem too... stable, at the moment" Husker gruffed and Lucifer's gaze snapped to where the winged cat now stood. Charlie shushed the three and let her head rest on the table, hand still as she locked eyes with her father.

"Its okay. He won't hurt me. He never has, and he never will" Charlie's voice was soft and gentle, Lucifer glanced at her hand again leaning forward slowly to sniff at it. His eyes darted up at her again befo- what in the ever loving hell was he doing?! Lucifer sat up, trying to shake off the weird daze he had settled in as he glanced around at the group and then at his gloved hands. Dammit, he really liked these gloves...

"Dad? Are you al-"

"PEACHY!" Lucifer grinned (God, his head hurt), "Apologies for..." Lucifer looked down at his plate, food was splattered on the table next to it "The... mess, BUUT!" He quickly stood up and picked up his plate, (More- he needed more- it wasn't enough- fuck, he was so god damn hungry-) "I need to go clean myself up for the rest of the days activity's!" He quickly exited the room before anyone could stop him.

...

The food felt heavy in his stomach, (Nasty bitch, stuffing your face like the rat you are) Lucifer quickly walked past his covered mirror and made a beeline for the toilet. He ripped his gloves off and stuffed his fingers down his throat.

...

Thankfully, no one talked about what had happened during breakfast or asked about what he was doing during the hour he was gone, much to his relief. He couldn't stop himself from squirming in his seat as Husker grumpily painted his nails. It was very clear the taller demon hadn't liked Lucifer snapping at his friend, not that Lucifer didn't feel bad. He very much did feel bad!

But- Huskers own claws were digging into Lucifer's skin and fuck, it hurt! (You hurt yourself all of the time, why can't you take someone else doing it? Pathetic little shit.) But he didn't say anything, instead he glanced over at Angel, Charlie, Vaggie, and Nifty. Angel was gently combing through Charlies large mass of hair and was braiding it carefully while Charlie struggled to paint the constantly moving Nifty who, at several points in time, tried drinking the nail polish. Vaggie had already gotten her nails done and was just watching the movie quietly.

He scratched his leg, picking at a healing cut that itched like nobody's business. "Stop movin' yer makin' me miss." Husker growled, Lucifer wanted to point out that he would miss no matter what with how tightly he was holding the nail polish cap. He thought better of it and stilled himself, forcing his other hand into his pocket.

He managed to stay still for about... five seconds before his leg started bouncing and he pulled his hand back out of his pocket to fiddle with his pants again. Husker growled and shoved the nail polish back into the container and tossed it onto the couch, deeming his work done. He huffed and leaned into Angel's side, choosing to watch the movie rather than finish Lucifer's hand. Lucifer didn't blame him, he wouldn't want to work with himself either. He HAD to live with himself and he hated it.

Lucifer glanced at his nails, the polish hit some of his skin but he didn't mind, he kinda liked it. It was imperfect, and that's what made it beautiful. "Thank you" He whispered, not really caring if Husker heard or not as he turned his attention to the tv. Missing the small twitch of Husker's ear.

...

Whoever told Charlie that Uno is a fun and relaxing game should die, twice. And then they should get cooked over an open flame before they die a third time. The game had started simple enough, be the first one to lose all their cards. Simple, friendly and shouldn't have made much of a fuss. That was until Husker had started treating it like a poker game and then suddenly bets were involved, rules changed constantly, and they caught Nifty trying to use the cards to kill bugs.

One thing led to another and suddenly there were teams, fire, and many many thrown pillows. Lucifer found himself using a metal pan to wack away a bunch of softball gun pellets Angel had pulled from who knows where. He found himself grinning wildly trying to aim his hits at Husker and the Egg as Vaggie launched a 'bomb' (To be honest, Nifty had gotten wrapped up in it as a little surprise for the other team)

So wrapped up in the mock war with the other team, Lucifer didn't notice Charlie smiling softly at him, an almost relieved look in her eyes.

...

Lucifer panted, his headache had come back full force and his stomach was in knots again but holy fuck- was that fun.

"We totally won that" Lucifer wheezed, lifting up a fist to fist bump Vaggie, who was also laying on the floor with Charlie draped atop of her.

"Oh yeah, absolutely" She agreed, knocking their knuckles together.

"What- No! We obviously won!" Angel countered, lifting his head up from where he was bent over the top of the couch.

"Then why do you look like you lost?" Lucifer asked, lifting his head up to look at Angel, (Wrong move, god- wrong move- holy shit his head hurt!)

"I" Angel proclaimed, pointing one arm up into the air, "Am taking a victorious breather" He huffed and put his arm back down, letting his head dangle.

"Yep, keep tellin' yourself that"

"Yer doin the same thing I'm doing!" Lucifer laughed and glanced at Husker.

"Am I? Somethin' tells me Husk doesn't want a piece of this~" He wasn't sure if the pillow to his face was worth it or not.

...

Lucifer leaned against the door, listening to it click shut. To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. Lucifer stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto the floor, leaving his binder and shorts on. He stumbled into bed, the edges of his brain fuzzy from the wine he drank at dinner. (He mostly just had wine for dinner but, ya know, no one wanted a repeat of breakfast so they just let him get tipsy while Charlie tried sneaking bits of food onto his already small plate.) Lucifer sighed, face flushed and warm with alcohol, no doubt he would be paying for drinking non water and eating hardly any food later, but for now, he snuggled into his bed, waiting for the call of sleep to drag his head further into his pillow.

It never really came.

...

Lucifer whined as his body trembled with exhaustion, his head hurt and his mouth tasted like acid and regurgitated wine. He winced as his stomach twisted again and he stuck his head deeper into the toilet. God, this was so pathetic.

Lucifer panted as sweat dripped down his face and into the bowl. Suddenly the world tilted violently and then went black.

...

"-ound.... in the bathroom I d..."

"Toilet...."

Something was stroking the side of his head, their hand was so cold compared to how warm he felt. He winced and leaned into the hand.

Was someone crying? Someone sounded like they were crying... was it him? Was he crying? He didn't think so... the voice was too high pitched to be his...

His stomach lurched again and he turned his head away from the hand as he spit up, pain wracking his body.

"-HIT!" There were sounds of general commotion and suddenly he was weightless. His head lolled back and the rest of him went limp. And suddenly, it was quiet once more.

...

Bright- too bright- Lucifer groaned as he forced himself to sit up again, he open hi- This was not his room.

He was fairly certain that he didn't fall asleep in the lobby. Very certain actually. From what he could tell he was alone at the moment, he glanced to the side and found a glass of water and two little pills. With trembling hands he pushed the pills into his mouth and took several greedy gulps of water, it wasn't long until the water was spilling out of the sides and dribbling down his chin as he gasped between gulps.

"My, my you're going to choke if you drink your water like that~" Alastor's voice crooned.

Lucifer gagged in surprise and choked on his water.

"Told you~"

"Wh-" Lucifer coughed again, "What the hell are you doing here?" Lucifer glared up at Alastor, the radio demons grin didn't waver as he sat up straight.

"Believe it or not, I~ live here! That, and Charlie asked me to keep an eye on you and if you needed anything, other than me leaving you alone, that all you have to do is ask!" Lucifer groaned and set the cup down, just short of dropping it on the table. Alastor inspected his claws as if there were better things he could be doing, there probably was (No one actually wants to make sure your sorry ass is ok).

Lucifer grumbled and fiddled with the thin blanket on his lap, doing his best to ignore the radio demon, who also seemed content with the deadly silence.

"You know-" or not. Lucifer glanced up at the taller.

"Charlie's well being is important to me, to us, right?" Alastor arched an eyebrow as he waited for Lucifer to answer.

"O-of course, I do care about her" he croaked in response. He squeaked as Alastor moved toward him quickly, their faces inches apart.

"Then why did you hurt her?" His head cocked in a very uncomfortable looking way.

Lucifer blinked in surprise, "I- I didn't" He didn't think he did anyway...

"Oh not physically!" He moved away again, "For some unfathomable reason she cares for you, and to see you in any sort of pain harms her, hurts her" That- couldn't be true...

"SO!" Alastor clapped his hands and stopped his pacing to stare down at Lucifer. "If I catch you, if any of us catch you, harming yourself, starving yourself or anything of that sort, we will tell our beloved Charlie"

Lucifer hardly believed that, they hadn't really spoken in years, and while Lucifer was fairly certain that the only reason he hadn't killed himself was because of Charlie, he never really saw her really caring about him.

"You know, you should have seen her face when she found you! I've never seen her so terrified before! I swear you could see her little heart shatter into ittsy-bittsy pieces" Alastor trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing, a more painful looking smile etched in his face. Lucifer's heart clenched at the thought of Charlie being upset and him not being awake to tell her it was going to be alright.

But the idea of this little shit trying to intervene on what he was going with his alone time, he was about to tell the dick-shit just as much before the door slammed open and Charlie came rushing in. He didn't have time to say anything before he was wrapped tightly in her arms and she was a blubbering mess. Lucifer didn't hesitate wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could, which wasn't very tight due to his small stature and he really hadn't been doing anything healthy for the past few days...

Something hot and wet slipped down his cheek and dripped onto Charlie's outfit.

"I'm sorry" He croaked, his breath hitched as he clung to Charlie for dear life, "I'm sorry, Msorry" He kept repeating the words as he rocked back and forth, tears falling down his own face and sobs wracking his own body uncontrollably. He glanced at Alastor and nodded, a silent agreement to the younger man's previous terms.

Alastor nodded and promptly left the room.

...

Lucifer sat there, stroking Charlie's tangled hair gently as she sniffled in her sleep.

His own eyes felt like they had weights attached to them, he knew despite his best efforts he wouldn't get any sleep. At least he could watch over his little girl while she rested.

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That was.... much longer than i thought it was going to be.

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hibisha · 1 year

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Can you make a wedding RadioDust?

Please!?

You ask and I shall deliver! 👀

“Take My Breath Away”

"Molly, I don’t think I can do this.”

Angel twisted in his seat to give his sister a panicked look, desperately tearing the veil off of his head, gripping the delicate fabric so tight that his claws almost tore through. His female counterpart responded with an exasperated look in turn, rolling her eyes affectionately as she took the veil from his hands and placed it back on his white fluffy head, fussing over it as she tried to set it in place.

“Tony, will ya just relax?” Happy with how it looked, Molly looked down and leaned in to cup his face in her palms, staring directly into his mismatched eyes and seeing the uncertainty hovering there. “When ya came to tell me your man had proposed to ya - Tony you were over the moon. I ain’t ever seen ya that happy. It's understandable ya getting cold feet now suga’ cuz I know it’s scary, tying yourself to one person forever. But ya gotta know how much he loves ya. Everyone can see it.”

“We keep fighting about the stupidest things.” Nervously fiddling with his dress, Angel bit his lower lip, eyes downcast. “This whole time: do we want lilies or carnations? Red or pink? So much. If we couldn’t handle even that, what's ta say he won’t bolt the minute we hit a slight hiccup? What if ten years down the lane he doesn’t love me anymore? What if he can’t stand ta look at me cuz he realized I don’t have much ya offer?”

“…you got all that from lilies and carnations?” Molly raised her eyebrow, both sets of her arms folded, looking dubious. “Seems a bit over dramatic if you ask me hun.”

“He also made boxed pasta last week, Molls. It’s like the man doesn’t even know me!” Angel waved his hand around looking agitated. “It was one of the worst things I’ve even seen him do. I had him sleep on the couch.” Snorting, Molly wrapped her arms around her twin, pulling him close so he could hide his face in her chest.

“The audacity! Tony, ya should have shanked him. He should be grateful he only got the couch!” Giggling, she stroked his hair. “But - I’m glad he takes care of you. Any idiot can see that he loves ya so much. And if he breaks your heart - well, ya know Niss has always been a tad bit trigger happy.” Wiping her eyes at the tears forming, she squeezed him tighter. “He’s a good one Angel. As good as they come in hell I guess. Though I gotta say, you sure do know how to pick em huh. A cannibalistic serial killer.” Angel laughed, a small sound but his shoulders were immediately set at ease.

“Thanks Molls.” Molly pulled away, beaming. “Now fix your dress hun. He’s waitin’ for ya at the altar and I’m pretty sure he’d burn the hotel down if he thought you were missing.” Molly took his hand and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, stepping back to look him over, tears starting to leak from the corner of her eyes as she stared at him. “Oh Tony, Ma would have been so happy to see ya like this.”

Angel quickly jumped to his feet, trying to ignore the pit growing in his stomach. Sharing one final hug between the two and they stepped out of the dressing room, walking over to the courtyard where everything was set up. Arackniss gave him one look and immediately looked away muttering but Angel was sure he saw a familiar emotion simmering in his eyes, and Angel could feel himself soar. Taking his brother’s arm, the two motioned for Molly to go take her place at the altar as Angel’s MOH. Once she was there, standing proud next to Cherri, they slowly made their way down the aisle themselves, Angel refusing to look at Alastor just yet.

The gasps around him were enough to let him know he looked stunning - something Angel already knew - but no one’s opinion mattered as much as Alastor’s and Angel was almost scared to raise his eyes. What was going on in that antlered head? Was he having second thoughts?

When he reached the front, his brother gently squeezed his arm and let him go. Angel raised his head, squaring his shoulder to face his husband-to-be.

Magenta pupils met widened red ones.

Alastor’s smile had disappeared- mouth parted slightly in surprise as he openly gaped at Angel. His ears twitched, an endearing habit that had Angel’s hand almost reach out to play with them. The music filtering through the speakers screeched to a halt, stations flickering as they reflected upon Alastor’s inner turmoil. One sharp elbow from Husk later, Alastor straightened up, a smile spreading across his face slowly.

“Oh darling, you look simply divine.”

And at that moment, Angel knew it was all going to be okay.

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