#int. -> charlie.

[failbhe]

Cían bit back a chuckle at the obvious tension that remained when it came to the sensitive subject of Lucien and bowed his head to hide the grin that blossomed in its wake. It was a pleasant surprise to have the dragon play ball so quickly and Cían’s head snapped up at the polite request in visible surprise. “Yeah,” a shrug was followed by a brief glance back to the club’s doors. “He’s upstairs. He’s been here for ‘bout an hour. Didn’t arrive with anyone but fuck knows if Gaudet’s conjured himself here in the meantime or something.”

"Shouldn't me belonging to the man who owns this place be enough ID?" Charlie asked, snorting softly, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow up at Cían. There was a time that the dragon wouldn't have ever admitted out loud that he 'belonged' to anyone, but he'd started reluctantly accepting that shit when Raphael had dragged him back to Krovs. Still, there was a little flicker of embarrassment from the dragon at the question of whether he'd come looking for Raphael and Charlie nodded slowly. "He wasn't in the suite, so hoping he's here instead of with Gaudet." He said Lucien's last name with some venom, jealousy coursing through him that Charlie very firmly squashed. Stupid. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Cían. "Can you please tell me if he's here? That nice enough?"

[terrarium-of-mistakes]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I, an aromantic asexual have just simulated what I believe allos consider a "crush"

It's definitely not an actual crush. I know myself, I know I don't feel the romantic attraction needed for a crush. Not to mention, after a minute of crisis, the feeling vanished, and I have returned to normal.

Anyway, here's the recipe:

An aesthetically attractive actor

A character you're attached too (in my case, via fanfic)

And as a bonus: respect for the actor's skill/respect for the shows quality

All this is to say, I just watched episode 1 of Daredevil, and this man gave me an identity crisis

[necronazu]

It's always sunny in the wasteland (x)

[charlie-dowds-migraine]

🙈🫢 can I… get Noel eating an apple for totally non fanfic related reasons

Yes you can <3

[charbles]

Can I give your Adult Finn a hug?

ABSOLUTEKY YOU CAN!!

[br0adsw0rd]

Arts and Crafts, he's just trying to get a riel out of you and, unfortunately, keep biting the bait.

Biting the bait?? He's THREATENING to release SENSITIVE INFORMATION??

[waystelandmoved]

there were fragments of yourself that you were missing, chipped mosaic on the sterile killing floor. had become brittle, fractionary in the aftermath of isolation, of the violence that you did not know your own hands could conjure up. you had been promised more than this, severed wishbone once where your backbone grew; you had to be stronger, smarter than the rest just to survive now. already there was destruction in your wake, when you close your eyes you can see the bodies piled on the stairway, green hue overcast with the flickering lights of the backup generator. you were alone now, you think you always have been. the violence committed against yourself, violent feelings where the ache in your chest causes accessory muscles to heave, wishing you were different, better, someone else entirely. self preservation in the way you cowered in the corner, the worst case scenario already coming true in your mind. it is still a violence to be so empty of hope, that it might work out.

@nearends: “ some of the things i've done... it's like i'm infected. ”

tris speaks, and it's as if someone finally understands you, like for years you've been screaming behind soundproof glass with standerbys choosing to remain oblivious; someone else's sufferance wasn't their business, the pleads of the factionless had been silenced for so long it had become second nature to turn a blind eye; you were guilty of it. jeanine became a god through senseless acts of violence, and you, the nonbeliever praying at the altar for salvation; you could not hide in the pews the way you once did. the faucet is dripping in the corner, and you find comfort in picking at scabbed skin where bullets scrapped. she saved you, she saved you all, how can she achieve so much and still feel that infection? you felt it too, in your bones, how all life around you seemed to rot away. “some? do some— do some actions weigh more than others?” a pause, you thought her a hero, the wilt was all yours. “you saved us. you saved me.”

[amadoures]

status:  closed for charlie @anchorsfm location:  coral cove park

all    it    takes    is    one    look    at    her    smart    watch    before    she    crashes    into    the    person    right    in    front    of    her  ,    in    which    she    swore    the    path    was    clear    the    last    time    she    checked  .    luckily    she    manages    to    keep    her    balance    instead    of    falling    flat    on    her    ass  .    “    the    fuck    is    wrong—    ”    words    are    cut    off    mid    sentence     once    she    takes    a    closer    look    at    the    culprit    that    has    just    interrupted    her    morning    run  ,    who    turns    out    to    be    none    other    than    charlie  .    oh    great  ,    what    a    way    to    start    (    ruin    )    her    day  .    gianna    lets    out    a    heavy    sigh  ,    features    softening    a     tad    bit  .    “    where    did    you    even    come    from  ?    ”    there    is    no    malice    in    her    tone    this    time  ,    just    genuine    curiosity  .

[egotistival]

"do you wanna tell me something?" @painfools

the feeling of dread that seeped into charlie's bones at the question had her tensing. "i made a 90% on my chem final this week?" she questioned, the lower inflection in her voice masking the feeling of panic that she felt deep in her chest. the smile that she'd been wearing, sheepish and shy, faded at what she saw in yasmin's face when she glanced over. "i guess that's not what you want to talk about, huh?" no, it wasn't. the sour taste of alcohol burned her tongue as she took a rather large gulp of the drink that someone had given her earlier. she was supposed to be with her boyfriend tonight, but he'd flaked out at the last second. it didn't please her to think about where he might be, and with whom, and now here she was with yasmin, trying to forget that she remembered exactly what the other wanted to talk about.

[bensdavies]

remember when i saw paramore last year and those girls next to me kept being like 'omg you're so brave coming alone!!!!' i know they were trying to be nice but its actually put me off going to gigs alone again and now there's loads of things i want to go to and have no one to go with 🙃

[unanimoustwins]

i dont know why im just now fully comprehending that chip has a zero wisdom modifier but damn that makes so much sense

[fear-is-truth]

† 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑫

— charlie mayhew x f!reader. | mdni

tags: mentions of religion・allusions to sex・fem!reader・english is not author’s first language・not proofread

⟡ a/n: i wrote this while i was half asleep so…

you weren’t religious. not really. not in the way others were—those who bowed their heads and whispered their prayers like they meant it, like they believed they could be saved. you came to church every sunday, but it wasn’t to find redemption.

he must have known.

from the first time you stepped through those old, heavy doors, you’d felt his eyes on you. father charlie mayhew was a man with quiet power, a young man with eyes that saw too much, and you—well, you were the girl who was already damned.

“i’m going to hell,” you’d say, as you sat in the confessional, separated from him by a thin grate. “even if i confessed every sin i’ve ever committed, tomorrow would be the same. worse, maybe.”

it never failed to shake him, the conviction in your voice. you could feel it, even when you couldn’t see him—his quiet intake of breath, the pause before he spoke, the way his hands gripped the rosary a little tighter.

“you mustn’t say such things,” he’d murmur in response, his voice layered with something that went deeper than priestly concern. “god’s mercy—”

“doesn’t apply to me,” you’d cut him off, not harshly, but with the ease of someone who’s accepted their fate. you didn’t want mercy. you didn’t want saving.

and that, perhaps, was what drew him to you. slowly, quietly, you became his obsession. the girl who didn’t believe. the girl who begged for damnation, the girl who was convinced she was beyond salvation.

•••

more than often, you found yourself thinking of him when you lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling. body warm and restless under the sheets. fingers brushed your cunt as you moaned out his name like a prayer, and you imagined his hands instead—steady, calloused, but gentle. he’d never touch you. not like that.

but god, you wanted him to.

that thought alone should have filled you with shame, should have made you tremble at the audacity of it. a priest. a man sworn to celibacy, to god. but you weren’t the type to be shamed. you weren’t afraid of hell, after all.

•••

“what if i’m already lost?” you asked him. “what if nothing i do can change where i’m going?”

“no one is beyond saving.”

“but what if they don’t want to be saved?”

there was another long silence. you could hear his breathing, slightly uneven now, and for the first time, you felt like you’d pushed him too far. like you’d finally broken something sacred.

“why are you here?”

“because i wanted to see you.”

another pause. you imagined him on the other side, eyes closed, hands shaking just slightly.

“you’re playing with fire.”

you leaned closer to the divider, breath ghosting over the wooden grate.

“maybe i want to burn.”

the words slipped out before you could stop them, and in the silence that followed, you wondered if he would tell you to leave. if he would end it all right there.

but he didn’t.

“then may god forgive us both.”

it wasn’t a confession. it wasn’t a promise. it was something in between, something that wrapped around your heart and pulled tight, binding you to him.

•••

clothes half-buttoned, your hair a mess from his hands, you sat at the edge of the bench, fixing your skirt. he stood across from you, hastily adjusting his collar, his hands trembling slightly as he fumbled with the white tab at his throat.

“we’re going to hell,” you said softly, pulling your conservative skirt over your hips, the absurdity of the statement falling between you. there was a flicker of something in his eyes—guilt, maybe—but it didn’t stop him from stepping closer, fingers grazing your jawline before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your skin. slow and sweet, like molasses.

“we already are.”

•••

“you know this can’t continue,” he said one evening as you lay sprawled across the pews, fingers tracing patterns into the wood as he stood above you, his face tight with something between anger and lust. you didn’t look at him, only smiled lazily, hand trailing down the edge of the bench.

“that wasn’t what you were saying ten minutes ago, charlie.”

you watched as he sighed, turning his back to you as he tried to gather himself, but when you stood and stepped up behind him, pressing your lips to the base of his neck, you felt him tremble.

“stop,” his voice lacked conviction.

“do you want me to?” you asked, fingers tugging at the collar he had hastily buttoned only minutes before.

no reply. his resolve slipped away as you kissed along his jaw, hands sliding up the front of his shirt. when he finally turned to face you, his eyes were darker, filled with something you had only seen glimpses of before.

“god help us,” he muttered under his breath as his lips crashed into yours, hands tugging at you with a desperation that had nothing to do with salvation.

•••

the next time, after you had tangled yourselves in the sheets again, you stood in front of the mirror, tying up your hair. the quiet hum of the rotating fan was the only sound that filled the room, broken only by his heavy breathing.

“how long can we keep pretending?” you glanced at him in the reflection, adjusting the collar of your blouse, smoothing down the wrinkles. he stood by the bed, buttoning up his shirt, eyes lingering on you in a way that was both regretful and wistful. you felt his fingers brushed the back of your neck.

“we’ll stop when you do,” but you both knew that wasn’t true.

you turned, meeting his gaze head-on. his lips were parted, collar still askew, and without thinking, you reached up to fix it. as you did, your fingers lingered, brushing against the hollow of his throat, feeling his pulse quicken.

“we’re going to hell,”

he said nothing this time, only kissed you back.

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[sturniolo04]

hii!!! i desperately need some chris fluff!! maybe where reader is on her period and her and chris are cuddling and ended up falling asleep and nick and matt go into chris’s room and see that so they take a picture and talk about how cute they are then leave?

husband!chris x Wife!reader

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I made it into a small blurb I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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For as long as you and chris had been dating Chris was pretty certain he knew you like the back of his hand. He could always easily tell when you weren’t feeling well, probably being on your period, to even knowing when you hadn’t eaten all day.

He just knew the signs and patterns you had day in and day out. So I think it came as a surprise when you seemed to be having the worst cramps of your life. Your period was never a huge issue in the past. You never have terrible cramps or even had the nausea feeling like ever and never in a million years did you think that would every change.

It was currently 2 in the morning you can chris were sound asleep kinda. You couldn’t get quite comfortable for the past 30 minutes, you kept tossing and turning you were surprised you didn’t wake chris up but you knew chris was a heavy sleeper so it was totally okay. You didn’t realize that it was period slowly starting. Feeling the instant shock of the pain emerging in your abdomen causing you to quickly wince and sit up in excuriating pain.

“OW OW OW OW OW OWWW”

You exclaims holding you stomach startling Chris causing him to stir awake.

“What’s wrong love what happened”

Chris rasps out sleep still evident in in his voice as he brings his hand up to rub your back lovingly.

“I think my period started”

You sob out as Chris’ eyes widened.

“Oh babygirl was it suppose to start soon”

 He says sitting up a little more in the bed next to you as you nod your head he begins to grow concerned  as you continue to sob and lean over in pain.

“Its not suppose to hurt this bad though”

You cry out as chris gently combs his fingers through your hair.

“How bad is it hurting”

Chris asks you rubbing your back after leaning over and  turning on the lamp on the nightstand.

“Really really bad chris”

You sob out. Chris gets up to grab your heating pad to put over your stomach to see if that would soothe you.

“Here princess see if this works”

Chris states as you shake your head ‘no’ as he quirks and eyebrow up.

“I can’t lay down it hurts too much”

You sob out.

“Okay well what can I do to help you; you want water”

Chris states as he notices your face morphs into pure sickness.

“ what Whats wrong”

Chris questions as you immediately  get up running int you guys connected bathroom leaning over the toilet puking.

“Oh baby baby baby baby”

Chris rushes out following up holding your hair back as you continue to dry heave into the toilet bowl.

“I don’t know why this is happening chris my period never makes me puke”

You sob as chris puts your hair up in a messy bun.

“I don’t know do you want to try some aspirin or something I can go get some real quick”

Chris states putting his shoes and shirt on.

“No I will tough it out it might be a fluke”

You disagree not wanting chris to leave you in this state. Chris shakes his head ’no’ while gently coming back into the bathroom to pick you up and carry you bridal style down to the couch in the living room.

“I will be real quick just sit here with your blanket and try to rest okay”

Chris reasons with you as you continue to slightly wince at the aching pain in the lower part of your body.

Chris shortly made it back after and had you take the aspirin which kicked in relatively quickly. You two ended up staying on the couch.

“Feeling better”

Chris questions bring you slowly into his cuddling grip as you nod your head resting your head on his chest drifting back off to sleep.

“Good mornin- oh would you look at that”

Matt chuckles as nick gasps as they both are met with the sight of you two still tangled together on the couch.

“New lock screen chris you’re welcome”

Nick chuckles snapping a quick photo of the pair.

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[vivwritesfics]

Drive Me Crazy

Chapter Three

Max and Charles aren't exactly a pack. But they want to be, especially when the half feral little werewolf starts driving in Carlos's place after an injury. Unfortunately, things aren't always that simple

Lestappen X Reader Werewolf AU

Chapter One Chapter Two

It all happened so fast. Max grabbed a hold of Charles and pulled him away from you, as your handler grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you away. A good thing, too. Your teeth were bared at him, ready to bite down on any inch of skin you could reach.

The muzzle was fastened over your mouth, keeping every body else safe from you. "Huh," Charles said as he struggled out of Max's grip. He looked at you, at the way your expression changed the minute the muzzle was back over your face. Eyes wide, expression guilty as you stared at him.

I'm sorry, you wanted to choke out. But you couldn't. Instead a whimper left your lips as you tried to beg for some sort of forgiveness. But Max (Max fucking Verstappen! But you could freak out about that later) stepped between you. The look he gave you was enough to shut you up.

"Come on," said your handler as she pushed you through the garage. You couldn't stop yourself from looking guilty as engineers and mechanics stared at you. They'd seen what had just happened, there was no doubt in your mind. Your gaze fell to the floor, unable to look any of them in the mind.

There was your car, your F1 car. Your status as reserve driver had been kept quiet, your seat fitted and the car set up to your liking. Your number sat on the car, number fifty-three. It was real. It was really, really real.

They were still watching you. They watched as you touched the numbers on your car, as you climbed your way inside of it and sat in your seat.

"How does it feel?" Your handler asked, leaning over the halo.

You nodded as you looked up at her. Good. It felt good. It felt right. As soon as this part of your life was over, you could finally be done.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Max pushed Charles through the garage. Through the garage and out the other side. Your focus fell back onto the steering wheel in front of you and you mimicked a lap around the circuit.

You didn't know that Max was pushing Charles into his drivers room. You didn't know just how angry he was with Charles. But you did hear as Max slammed the door shut.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Max roared, his expression furious.

Charles didn't cower at his anger. They were long past the days where Max's wrath would have his retreating to safety. "You saw her, right?" He asked and glanced at the door. "You saw how much she needs me."

"Needs you? Charlie, she went to attack you! She doesn't need you."

But Charles shook his head. "She needs me in the way you needed me, Max. She's what you would have become if you didn't let me in."

"She's dangerous."

Charles's hands were on his cheeks, holding his face. "So were you." He didn't let Max drop his chin to his chest and kissed him slowly. "What if I can help her in the way I helped you? Shouldn't I try?"

Max placed his hands over Charles's. His cold hands, cold from the can of Red Bull he had finished before he marched over, against Charles's warmer ones. "Not if it puts you in danger," he whispered, his eyes pleading. "Charles, I..."

But he couldn't say it.

"Come on," Charles said and let his hands slip away from Charles's face. "I can't top your speed in practice if you're sulking in here," he whispered and kissed Max once more.

As they walked back through the garage (Max continuing on to the Red Bull garage), there you were. Your helmet, Ferrari red and covered in sponsors, nothing personal about it, sat on your head. Acting as a muzzle, Charles realised when he looked at you.

His leg jolted, but he stopped himself from walking over to you. No, not yet. Not after what had just happened. He gave you a smile and you flipped up the visor, letting him see your eyes. 

Charles got himself ready to climb into the car. All the time he wasn't wearing his helmet, he was looking at you, watching you. You, in your fireproofs, with your overalls around your hips. It suited you, everything but the helmet. The helmet looked too corporate.

You needed something personal, a design all your own.

"Tell me how she does," Charles said to Bryan before he pulled his helmet over his head.

Bryan passed him his gloves. "You worry about your own drive, okay?" He said and Charles focused his eyes forward.

Formula One was nothing like Formula Two. Everybody on the grid had forgotten it, even if they had all been in the series at some point. Most before it was called Formula Two, back when it was GP2.

There had been little preparation for your transition into Formula One. It wasn't supposed to happen yet, you were supposed to have more time. But then Carlos went and broke his damn leg and here you were.

If only he wasn't human, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation.

Your first lap was, well, terrifying. More than once you wanted to stop the car, jump out and dry heave onto the gravel. Nothing would come up, that you knew. But you kept going, keeping out of the way when the McLaren's came past.

First practice isn't about being the fastest, you told yourself.

"Next lap go," your engineer said, as if you were a dog he had taught a trick to. You gritted your teeth as you took the last corner. And then, you went for it.

It wasn't about topping the times, about being the fastest on track. It wouldn't be for you this weekend, anyway. This weekend was about getting a feel for the car you'd spend the next few weeks in. It was about bringing the car back to the garage in one piece. You didn't need to worry about scoring points or helping the team in the constructors, not this week.

But that was all you were thinking about.

Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. 

The lap felt good. Not fast, but good. But that wasn't enough, not for you. Your engineer said something, something that was met with a snarl as you went again.

"Come into the pits on this lap!" Your engineer was shouting. "Box fucking box!"

Box box. You knew that phrase, even when you weren't thinking right. But the lap was good. You couldn't abandon it, not now. "Box box, beastie."

Slamming on the brakes, you swerved into the pitlane. A dangerous move, one that would definitely see you penalised. You pitted and the car was pushed back into the garage.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Your engineer roared as he marched over to you. He gripped the halo are he stared down at you.

You were still, chest heaving as you waited to be told what to do. Waiting for your handler to come over and give you instructions. Eyes set forward, watching as Charles pulled into the pit. He wasn't there for very long, a minute at most, before he was making his way back onto the track.

"Beastie," your handler said, grabbing your attention. You looked up. Well, looked up as much as you could in the car. "Listen to your engineer. No more driving like that, okay?"

She said it so gently that you found yourself attempting to nod. Just wanting to make her happy, to make her proud of you. Her hand was suddenly on top of your helmet. "You know what happens if you disobey."

Your eyes were still focused forward and you nodded again. You weren't going to disobey again. You wouldn't dare.

When she patted your helmet, you shut your eyes. That was close to what would happen, close enough to have you moving away.

"Get back out there," she said and moved away from you. You drove out of the garage, down the pitlane and out onto the track.

You did what your engineer told you. Did a push lap when you were told and cooled down when you had to. Of course, you didn't see the wave Charles gave you when you went past, couldn't hear as he asked about you on the radio.

"How is she doing?" He asked Bryan. 

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[ambrosiagoldfish]

i’m going a teensy bit feral reading your adam x third spouse story so i guess im just asking for part five and for it to hopefully have focus on dad beat dad and how lucifer would react to seeing the reader again after so long and like what would happen n stuff 🤭🤭 ofc if this is dumb ignore it i like what you’re doing with the story already !! the part im most excited for is the finale tbh but there’s a lot of time in between what you have rn and then so i’m just yapping abt stuff that could be cool in between. thsi is so jumbled omg sorry i just wanna see more of your writing it’s so good

idk how to end this uhh i love you bye 🫡

Benefit of the doubt PT.5

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Warnings: GN! Reader, confronting the past, next to no Adam (I know, sad, but it’s for the plot), Reader focused chapter, this is set during ‘Dad Beat Dad’, swearing, the next 2 chapters will have a LOT more Adam DW ❤️❤️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Request Box: OPEN

Word count: 4322

A/n: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the support on all the other chapters. It’s been 8-ish months since the last update and for that I want to apologize. I’ll save it for its own dedicated post to not full int his page too much. But if you’ve saw one of my post from the other day, I have posted this on A03 and I’m giving myself 8 total parts. 7 will be the finale and 8 will be an epilogue styled thing (not even sure if I’m wanting to do it so when we get there, you guys can tell me if you want it!! ) so yeah, enough rambling, you’ve all been waiting so long for the next part so here you go!! <3

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Old memories have a habit of slithering their way back into a person's mind, and even sometimes, people

The first few months at fhe hotel were a lot more enjoyable than you originally expected. Most days went relatively the same, Charlie would choose an activity to do and you would observe the progress they made.

At first, progress hadn't shown much promise but as everyone grew closer, things began to look up. Angel had gone clean with his drug abuse and was distancing himself from his line of work. Sir Pentious started to actually trust the people around him and has done no major constructional damage to any buildings as of late.

Everything was going so smoothly that, when you had woken up one morning to the sounds of screaming, running, and just general chaos. You thought everything was finaly going into the ground.

You quickly run down to the lobby, thoughts of what could be happening run through you. Did one of Pentious experiments fail and explode? Were we being attacked by one of the many gangs in town? Did Alastor decide the hotel was actually boring and started destroying it, starting with the occupants? Whatever it was, you hurry faster to the lobby.

But what was meeting you there was… unexpected to say the least. Party streamers, banners, cookies. It looked like some kind of welcome party heaven would do, albeit with less flare and taste in decor. A banner that read ‘Wellcum Daddy’ was being hung up by Razzle and Dazzle, everyone was either cleaning or baking something, and Vaggie seemed to be ordering them around.

You look at the clock, huh, it’s way too early for any kind of Charlie’s trust exercises. Not to mention, she would have told you about the curriculum and there was absolutely not a 10 AM home-EC class listed on your schedule.

You quickly run up to Charlie who seemed to be preoccupied with helping Vaggie put something up “Charlie, what’s going on?” You tap on her shoulder, She jumps a bit before just realizing it’s you,

”Oh- Y/N, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to get you!” She apologizes when Vaggie pops in,

“Don’t be, I told Nifty to go wake you up, but looks like she had better things to do” she points over at Niffty swifty stabbing bugs and removing cobwebs out of habit

“It’s fine, just… what’s everyone doing, what’s with all the party supplies and sweets?” You say, arms to the festive lobby around you.

“Oh well…” she took a deep breath “you know that The deadline is fast approaching and while we’ve made progress it’s not much” she paused, trying to even brace herself for what’s coming out of her mouth, “I have asked… my dad to come over and hopefully get us a meeting with heaven” she stops, completely caved in on herself.

“Wait, so… your dad is coming here?” you thought about the times she had asked you to get them a meeting with heaven but you had already explained to her that it would be next to impossible for someone like you. You had to practically beg just to monitor the hotel

Charlie Picked herself back up and looked at you with a shakey demeanor, “Yeah In about… 55 minutes”

You blink a few times before giving a small chuckle “Well, would you look at the date! I think it’s time I used my 1-per-month trip back home! If you’ll excuse me-“

“Wait! No-“ she trips over herself “We need you here, if dad can see, not only the progress we’ve made, but also that we already have an angel supporter, there’s no way he could say no!”

“Charlie, I don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“PleasePleasePlease! I will pay you back, promise! But I- we could really use you there!” Her eyes looked at you, similar to a puppy. She hands clasped together In plea.

You looked away in thought. Seeing him again was the last thing you wanted to do at this moment, any moment for that matter. The last time…well to be honest, the whole exchange hadn’t meant anything to you in quite a while. He could say whatever he wanted about you… it was the words he had to say about Adam that kept your heart ablaze in anger at the Morningstar.

Trash? He should really look in the mirror before saying that about your Adam. But… this could be a good opportunity for the hotel -as much as it pained you to admit- You can only sigh, “fine.. for the hotel…” You let out a small chuckle raising your arm in defeat.

Charlie jumped up and down with glee, repeating a matra of ‘Thank You’s’ before continuing “I get it might be difficult since you’re an Angel.” She tries to give some comfort. But that caught your attention.

“Because I’m an Angel?” You honestly didn’t mean to say it out loud but it came out as a question.

She looks at you confused “yeah, you know, considering I don’t think angels have too kind of thoughts to my dad for being… the devil” she laughs nervously

Oh. Oh. So that’s what she means. So she doesn’t know about your past with him? Not too much a surprise, I doubt Lucifer would bring up any of his failures. But that also made you realize one other thing. Charlie doesn’t know about your marriage with Adam.

Look, you didn’t mean to keep it a secret. In fact you had already assumed they knew. I mean you were sitting literally right next to him and Vaggie already knew who you were. You just thought she would have told Charlie, but knowing this now… it may be best to keep it a secret.

You let out a quick “I understand.” and with that, you all went your separate ways, you did contribute to the decor the best you could, as well as helping Sir Pentious and Nifty with the baking until finally, it was time for Charlie’s dad to arrive.

You walked over to a more remote place in the hotel lobby, look… you may have to interact with him today but you will not be doing it that soon. Instead, you decided your best choice of action was to sit and watch quietly until Charlie decided it was time for you two to meet. And in the meantime, you can mentally brace yourself.

Charlie sighs deeply “Okay everybody, it’s showtime!”

With that she swings the door open revealing the one, the only (thank Father) king of hell himself, Lucifer. Immediately Lucifer pulls his, obviously nervous daughter into his arms. He greets her with excitement before moving on to Keekee, and eventually Razzle and Dazzle.

He eyes the room, clearly covering up any distain for the hotels “character” to protect Charlie’s feelings. At least until he got to the bar which even he couldn’t lie his way through.

Even from the distant view you were from, you could see Alastor and Lucifer weren't going to be the best of buds anytime soon. As soon as they were introduced to one another they immediately got into it. Huh, at least now you have something in common with Alastor at least! If that’s even a good thing.

Their quarrel lasted a few minutes, everyone either waiting for it to be over, completely ignoring it, or enjoying it as entertainment. It lasted what felt like an eternity and was only interrupted when a short and plump woman by the name of ‘Mimzy’ came into the scene.

The old time-y dressed woman was one of Alastor’s friends, you honestly didn’t think he had those but you digress. Eventually once the commotion dies down, you see Charlie give you a nervous smile and wave for you, ‘that’s my cue’ you thought. Anxiety still felt taught in your heart but still you pushed through.

You walk out of your hiding spot, walking up to be next to Charlie. Still trying to keep your presence hidden for as long as you could, savoring those last few moments of peace before a wave of interactions.

Charlie clears her throat and puts on a more professional demeanor despite her nervousness, getting the attention from her dad, “And last but certainly not least, i’d like you to meet our Angelic sponsor-“

“Y/N!?-“ the fallen Angel suddenly started coughing, clearly having choked on his own words. He clears his throat “Sorry! I just wasn’t expecting… you to be here” he lets out a chuckle.

“You guys know each other!?” Charlie looked shocked, her voice pitching up in bewilderment.

“We’ve… met before,.” Your voice was low, But still you pushed through “Though, it’s hardly relevant to anything of importance now. Isn’t that right, Morningstar?”

Lucifer's face contorted into an uncomfortable shaky smile, fingertips digging into his Apple-shaped cane. Perhaps he felt some type of remorse for the way things happened back all those years ago, but even if that’s true, you had no plans to forgive him.

He clears his throat “Yes it’s- unimportant Sweetie.. “

You 3 stand in awkward silence for a moment, all you can do is glare daggers at the short ex-Angel in front of you. Eventually though, you couldn’t stand the scilence any longer, “Well Charlie, I have to get something done in my room and I’ll be back to help with the tour in a few minutes, if that’s ok?”

Charlie looked like she wanted to protest, for you to stay with her through the tour, but she knew you wouldn’t just leave and not come back. “Um, yeah that’s fine! Me and Alastor can get the tour started and you can meet us around the 4th floor?”

You gave a quick nod as agreement and make your way to your room. Sighing, you flop down on your bed, feeling the soft warmth as you sink into comfort. Pulling out your phone, you quickly typing a text to Adam but your thumb simply hovered over the send button, anxiety washing over you. Your message was simple,

‘I promise that everything’s ok, but he’s here’’

You were hesitating, should you even tell him that he's here? You didn’t want to worry him over something so insignificant. He has a show tonight, he wouldn’t be at his best if he was constantly thinking you would be in the same room as the devil.

Or even worse, he could just cancel the show completely and march down here and a cause a ruckus which at best would completely destroy the Hotel’s plans and at worse… No, you can’t think of that.

You look at the message again before just setting your phone on your nightstand. 10 minutes… that’s all you need before you go back out there…

…Lucifer was having… let’s just say a tinsy bit of a bad day. Not only has he been forced to interact with that insufferable yellow-toothed sinner but also, he has been reunited with someone he hadn’t seen in a millenia, you.

The anxiety of the day was only topped off with the added stress of being with his daughter. Don’t get him wrong, he LOVES his daughter and is always happy to see her, but the way she talks and acts with these sinners… Ugh, it reminds him too much of himself back in the day.

Her hotel too… He may have given her the place but he never gave it much thought beyond it being a pipe dream for her. He was just trying to do something for his daughter, especially with… Lilith being out of the picture. He just wanted to cheer her up, and unfortunately it seems ‘grandiose plans’ run in the family.

Even now as Charlie and that Red haired Buck show him around, Charlie explains excitedly about different things they have at the hotel. It reminds Lucifer about how she was when she was little, that glow of joy never seemed to fade away from her despite the conditions she lives in.

But even still, as much as he’s trying not to zone out and actually listen to his daughters rambles, his mind keeps trailing back to one, singular thought. You.

What were you doing here? He knows you were there to ‘support the hotel’ as Charlie puts it. But this is the absolute first he’s hearing about it. Why wouldn’t heaven tell him that another Angel was down here, let alone, you most of all. The last time he saw you was… not the best first meeting

Were you here in secret? You clearly weren't fallen, considering you still had your halo and you didn’t look like you’ve been damaged anywhere close to what you’d be if you had fallen. Not to mention… Adam, the exterminations were his idea so why would you even consider an alternative when you are his-

“Uh, Dad?” Charlie interrupted Lucifer’s thoughts, a look of worry on her face. ”You’ve got a little bit of… horn? Sticking out”

Lucifer looks up and sees that he’s subconsciously beginning to phase into his full demon form. He quickly takes his hand and pats the horns as if he was just dusting off his coat, causing the horns to seem to fade away like dust. Wow, today really seems to be getting to him.

“Ah sorry Sweetie, it’s nothing just… uh..” He thinks for a moment, he has to talk to you alone, just for a second. “*Ahem* I was just realizing I had to… use the bathroom, I seem to have had one too many drinks on the way here. Can you tell me where the… bathroom is?” He lets out a chuckle to hopefully cover his lie.

“Oh, it’s just down the hall and to the right, I can take you there-“

Lucifer quickly lets out a loud ”No!“ Before clearing his through again “I can get there on my own, just wait here and I’ll be back!”

Before Charlie can even answer, Lucifer rushes through the halls of the hotel, yelling a ‘I’ll be back soon’ to his Daughter before turning the corner. He lets out a deep breath as he lays out the plan in his head. Figure out why you’re here, and get back to Charlie as fast as inhumanly possible.

Picking his feet up again, he makes his way to the lobby of the hotel, he looks around for a moment before spotting the check in desk. ‘They usually keep visitor information there, right?’

He quickly scours the desk, looking for any forms or documents that have your room number, before finally setting his eyes on your room number. It didn’t take long to find you seeing as there were such few occupants in the hotel.

He memorized your room and repeated it to himself while walking to your door. Past the first, 2nd, then finally, halfway through the hallway on the 3rd floor he finds it. Before he can knock, a sudden wave of worry floods his senses. Seriously, Why would he hesitate now?!

He shuffled around nervously, starting to doubt this little mission of his. Should he really be doing this? Is he really worried about you being here or is the real reason he came here because he wanted to… apologize to you? It’s true that the guilt of what happened all those years ago was still there. But… Digging up old memories just because he’s selfish and wants to apologize to you? He takes a deep breath.

He had to make things better or… at least get some things off his chest. So, with a heavy fist and an even heavier heart, he gently knocks on the hard wooden door…

This had been the longest 10 minutes of your life, trying to decide wether to send Adam the message, or to even return to tour with Charlie at all. As much as it pains you to say, you still become anxiety ridden when he’s in the room or even the mere mention of him. That spark of defiance you had in the lobby earlier being nothing but a small bit of courage. But you remembered that you had promised Charlie you’d be there for her, and you certainly weren’t one to take back a promise.

Before you could decide what to do, you hear an ever so faint knock on your door. Curiosity peaked, You thought Charlie was supposed to be waiting for you on the 4th floor? Had you taken too long and the tour went south? You quickly made your way to the door and hoped you wouldn’t see a very angry Charlie on the other side.

As the wooden-door creaked open, your face slowly turned bitter at The short, impish man who stood on the other side. Lucifer Morningstar. To be honest, you much would have preferred the angry Charlie, TWO very angry Charlies over this.

The man shuffled awkwardly in place, gripping his cane. Neither of you could break the silence . He avoided any eye-contact with you and even you couldn’t hide The disgusted expression on your face when looking at him. Finally after what feels like 3x the eternity you’ve lived thus far, you spoke In shaky words, ”What do you want?”

Lucifer pushed out his words as well as he could, meek they were, but you understood what he said “Can we please…talk?”

Your fingers gripped at the door, nails embedding into the wood, leaving scratches. It took all you had not to slam the door right in his face, but even if you had, it wouldn’t have solved any pressing issues. If anything, it might make him against Charlie’s idea with the hotel, which you couldn’t afford. You take a deep breath before letting out a quick but unsavory,

“5 minutes”

The short demon shuffles his way into the room as you follow in behind him, locking the door to prevent someone like Nifty or Charlie from walking in. Lucifer stands timidly by your nightstand as you stand on the complete opposite side of the room, facing him. Lucifer runs his neck as he lets out a shaky sigh “I just want to know what you’re doing here…” he pauses, he looks like he has more to say but decided not to.

You can only laugh to yourself “I’m here because I believe I think Charlie’s idea has potential to be great. The exterminations, they have to end… that’s why I’m here”

Lucifer seem a bit… surprised? Surprised with your stance on the exterminations. you figured he needed more than that so you continue “I… I’ve never been one for the exterminations. I've been against them from the start. I just didn't know what else to do. Nothing else seemed…right.“

He stayed silent, processing what you told him. He really didn’t understand you, he had a completely warped view of you. “If that’s all you wanted to know I’d rather you take your leave-“

“No!” You step back at the sudden raise in voice but he quickly clears his throat “No, there’s another thing. I would… I’d like to apologize to you about how things went… when we first met.”

You stared at him, the silence once again feeling the air. You didn’t dare break it, you watched as the impish man looked around with anxiety, trying to find the right words. “It’s always been there, in the back of my mind. How we- I, treated you. It was unacceptable… Lilith kept telling me to let it go, that she was done thinking about it, but I just couldn’t.” He takes a deep breath “so, I’m so sorry for hurting you, Y/n…”

Lucifer Morningstar. The man in front of you looked more akin to a puddle than a person at this point. Sweat dripped from his face, a scrunched mouth filled with a sour taste. He wasn’t looking at you, focusing his attention to the ground. Finally, after many long seconds later. You step forward, grabbing his attention.

“As much as I appreciate the apology, I don’t forgive you.” Lucifer began to speak or at least say he understood but no matter what his reaction was going to be, you interrupted him ‘“-I don’t forgive you, because I’m not the one who deserves it”

To that, Lucifer's head was struck with confusion, “what do you mean?” He tried to make sense of your words, shifting eyes looking around in unease before landing on a framed photo of a candlelit man, an old and forgotten, yet familiar smile on his face… ”You mean… Adam?” Despite his best efforts around you, saying the first man’s name still dripped his words with venom. That same sour taste filling his mouth at the mere mention of him. ”What does-” he stops himself, he knows why.

You breathe in slowly, “What you said to me, all of those years ago, hasn’t meant anything to me in a long time. I’ve gotten through it 10x over and finally understand that I am more than those words” you take another step towards him, closing the gap, “so… there's no use for your apology to me. But Adam… you’ve hurt him more than you couldn’t possibly imagine“

The room was filled with dense air, like any sudden move could kill the king of hell or even you at any second but still you continue. “Adam deserved so much better than what he was forced to have from you, so if anyone deserves your apology, it’s him.” He goes to speak but you shut him down again “but we all know that you are too prideful to do so, and Adam… he’s too stubborn to hear it”

You don’t yell, scream, all of your words coming soft from your lips “So… what you’re going to do, if you truly mean what you say. You will go back to your daughter, forget this conversation ever happened, then you can march back to your big castle with your Loving wife, and leave us be, for the rest of eternity.”

With that, you step away from him, words that have been bubbling inside you for centuries finally having been let out. It felt like several hundred pounds had been lifted off of you. You begin to walk to the door to let him out, wanting the conversation to be over, When you hear him speak a faint ”Ex-Wife actually”

You pause, your teeth already biting your tongue. Honestly, if you really thought about it, it was poetic. The Angel who ruined two marriages, leaving Adam nothing but a broken heart and baggage, ended up with a failed marriage himself.

But even still, you still felt a slight pain of pity for him. Through clenched teeth you let out ”I'm… sorry to hear that. It must be hard.”

This kind of thing, no matter the person, is always tough. You knew the aftermath of it through Adam, even now he struggles with so many issues from it. In that regard, you felt pity for the ruler of hell, but the rest of you felt… glad? Glad that he finally understands just a thorn of the pain he inflicted on Adam.

“The 5 minutes are up so… go now… please.” Your voice shakes near the end, your will power for everything you’ve done starting to break. Lucifer looked equally as defeated, you could tell he wanted to say more but he just nodded his head before walking out the door. slowly, silently, you close the door back before sliding down it as your legs give out.

You wanted to cry, scream, do anything but sit there, but you couldn’t. Your voice hurts from talking, your feet hurt from standing, everything just… hurts.

DING DING DING

A luminous yellow light follows the sound, you lifted your head and saw your phone on your nightstand. Adam… You used all of your strength to make it to your bed, practically having to crawl to avoid any more tiredness in your aching body. You finally land on the soft mattress to pick up your phone, seeing the plethora of messages from Adam.

DIXKMASTER69

Yo Bitch, everything good??

You’ve been typing for like 10 minutes

Answer me

Hellllloooooo??????

Oh, that’s why he was texting. You had completely forgotten your half written message you were debating on sending earlier. You start to delete it and rewrite it when suddenly,

INCOMING CALL FROM DIXKMASTER69

You sigh at the screen, your phone vibration sends chills through your aching arms, it acts as a lifeline for you not to fall asleep on the soft plush beneath you. You press the answer button.

‘Fuck Babe, finally! Are you ok?!” Adam’s voice sounded angry but you know he was just worried “you’ve been texting for like 15 minutes”

“Yeah, don’t worry Adam, I... must have fallen asleep while trying to message you”

“It’s 12 in the afternoon, you dont normally fall asleep in the middle of the day” Adam questions, his voice having obvious worry for you.

“Today’s just been very tiring. But I promise I’m fine, it’s just happened a lot today.” You hated lying to him, your other half, but you know this is something that he shouldn’t have to worry about.

You hear him groan, “how many times do I have to fuckin’ tell you not to overwork yourself for those sinners”

“I know, I’m sorry” you pause “I… I have to go now but I promise I’ll call you later, yeah?“

He was quiet on the other side before he lets out “Yeah, just don’t overdo yourself ok?” His voice was soft, no hint of sarcasm or anger, just him.

You let out a small breathy laugh “I promise. Have fun at your show tonight. Talk to you later, love you.”

“Love you too”

CLICK

You sigh to yourself, you still have the tour to do. It’s fine, everything is fine.

Tomorrow will be a better day. it has to be.

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The winter felt in the hollow of a makeshift home, a draft cold and whetted against skin hurriedly jerked deeper into flannel. Layers ragged and meagre against demand, the warmth exchanged so brief. Never kept. Food and company—a moment that would be recalled later but not given to study, lest it be remembered differently. The gentleness that had spilt ineptly. Things that were leisurely or simple to others. A nearing decade for them both with most of it marked in weighed in silences. Words seldom introduced such understanding. The bottle left unattended, pushed out to nowhere by an outstretched finger. Faint resolve so significant but unnoticed. Unexpected things. “I know.” Try, try again. To be better, something more. Even if it never could be—if it meant nothing at all to anyone else. In the still, everything that Jude saw and understood. What they didn’t see. She did not lie to save sanguine hearts. It had been true; there was more for she had seen it. Fragile as it was. It was light; she couldn’t give it away or explain it. Only be changed by it. Of all the places, the days before lost—some heaven in hell. “I know you’ll try.” Regard like a slipped needle when concentrated now strayed, returned to the grain of the table and floor so alike in diminishing daylight.  

Jude cleared her throat, rose from her chair with a half-stumble masked by a steadied foot. “Sure.” She did not often misstep, steady and stern in her gnarled stature. Unchanged, only blurred, perhaps, unsure of herself infrequently. A figure busied by the work of her hands, of a clutch around some distilled perdition. Braced by such occupations. The ritual of denying any help did not arrive; her own time dashed and the other undoubtedly in need of some purpose. Caught now, a confidant without any dexterity. She folded her elbows, dug fingers into into muscle hard and racked. Always resisting. “Look after yourself, Clayton.” Something more not said. Think about it. Charlie was kept there, for a moment, a picture to be stowed away. So young, so exhausted. Devoured by wound. Youthful still with the days that had been taken, snatched away—ancient in the mourning, the time that went on and on. A sight that went marked until the rancher had to look away, disregard the lurch inside. There was no real use in her for such sensation. No great capacity, only something small and fractured—desperately suffocated.  

The ranch shuddered with doors that opened and closed. Once only silence filled, it groaned and creaked with complaint for the racket of procured lives. Still again. Faintest visitor lost, back out in the dirt and bluster. The table soon left abandoned with bowls dumped in the sink, disregarded in simple strides. Scrubbed at with hands ran under the cold, scoured until blood was drawn from knuckles. Skin strained and worn, shallowed with tendons and blue veins that angered. There was little that ever went to waste, even as hunger was kept as faintly as anything else. Strayed in the drain now. Jude sighed into the air with a stab of unsated need. The water ran still, forgotten as it stung and froze. Flexed out her stiff fingers. Turned off, the ranch groaned again. Time slipped on with a cruelty.

No other pursuit found, Jude stopped by the door opened only a crack, left in place to always be within hearing distance. Her days now drawn by the single glow of orange kept in cold days, a fraction only slight in the grey. The fire had remained constant in its burn. She had made sure. Breath held every time. They’ll be fine. Shaw didn’t stir. She could be thankful for that, at least. To have been disturbed by no more, touched by nothing else. The bedside still scattered with the tokens to supersede words that had gone unformed. Tomorrow they would try again.

Charlie did not know who she would have been if the misfortune of coming into this town hadn't befallen her. She had been particularly ordinary in the real world, with no real aspiration or sense of direction. It was like that in Hell Town too, she supposed, but at least she wasn't faced with life or death situations in the real world. It was easy for her to lose herself here, when there was nothing tethering her to a sense of self in the first place. Charlie felt like a stranger in her own skin, she wanted so desperately to molt and start anew. But she knew her blood stained hands ran deeper than the surface, that it transcended flesh and bone to settle in the marrow where from there it rotted and poisoned her from the inside.

There was a lot that she wanted to say to Jude, uncertain and bitter on her tongue but she found she could not form the words. Something tugged them back from the inside, pulling them close to her corroded heart where they would tattoo themselves in defiance of being denied. In truth, she did not know what Conor would have wanted. She had barely known him when she had requested his help and sealed his fate forever. He had had no burial, she hadn't even been able to find his corpse again. Sometimes late at night she wondered if that was why he was haunting her. Had he wanted his death to mean something? Could he have known when he shoved her back to sacrifice himself that he would endure in the depth of her misery, embalmed there until Charlie took her final breath and joined him? In his ghostly and ghastly presence she found herself to afraid to ask.

Did Jude have regrets? The rancher had always been entwined with solidarity. Prior to today, Charlie hadn't really had the chance to speak with Jude or get to know them. There was respect there, to be sure, but now sitting across from her she realized that there was nothing separating them in this reality, that they were both lonely people that sought solace from it in different ways. Charlie wondered if Jude hurt just as deeply as she did. This was not something she wanted the answer to. She could not let herself stew in the misery of others, could not afford to care and lose again. First Conor, then Shaw, and Jude (so much like her in her hurt) that death, in its inevitability, would be fashioned from her own hands in due time; when the days were a little too dark and the nights a little too long. The strings of fate were like that: fragile enough to be cut by a tree, but strong enough to hang yourself from when the time was right.

Rest. It mauled at her in the ache of her bones, despairing that it may never be felt again. Sleep rarely brought it. Even there she was tightly wound. Alcohol, while great at releasing the tension, did little to alleviate its cause. She nodded at Jude, hearing her words even if they would not sink into her hardened skin. She took a second to compose herself, to wipe at her face and flatten her hair with her palms, ignoring the tug of pain it brought to her severed pinkie. "I'm trying, you know? I'll keep trying." It was only half a lie. She would try to try and for now that had to be enough. Charlie averted her gaze to look outside. It was a poorly constructed excuse but there was a heat of shame igniting at the openness she had shown with Jude. Charlie stood from the chair. "I should head back before it's dark out." Hands shoved in her pocket Charlie looked at Jude, paused, and then added, "thanks for this and um..." A nod in Shaw's general direction. "They'll be fine. I'll come back tomorrow afternoon, I think you'll need a bit more than two hands for this rubble. See you then, Jude."