#when maybe top! charlie needs some reassurance?

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

"Charlie tops!" ok "She 'commands a little more authority' in the bedroom, as per Vaggie's suggestion!" good good sure makes sense, working on some healthy confidence building with the gf, very fun "Did you SEE her eyeing Vaggie's new wings!? How she pulled Vaggie into her during the kiss????? WOW" i'm following this thought process 100% "The way she picks Vaggie up and SPINS HER! And Vaggie's adoring look at her afterwards!" yes i too am gay "Wouldn't it be funny if happy sunshine uncomfortable with public sex things Charlie was a literal demon beast in bed with her normally grumpy and assertive partner?" it would be so cute i love it

and also

Vaggie being painfully tender with Charlie in return. Vaggie coming from a life of deranged violence where trusting people came through combat- and one of those people fucked up her body in a real and permanent way- being so careful with Charlie at first. And then later, even when she's not so worried about accidently hurting Charlie anymore, Vaggie just basking in how gentle she can be with the woman she loves. Feathers, huh? I bet there's a lot Charlie could do with those wings. I bet there's a lot of ways Vaggie could touch Charlie with them, lighter than anything she's been able to do before, and maybe not even a directly horny way but in these soft little possessive moments of reverence- the irony of an angel worshiping a demon with all the slow, deliberate movements of a prayer or sacrament. And maybe sometimes the softness and the slowness is almost too much for dramatic Charlie who can barely ever keep still, almost torturous to make it through- and maybe that's part of the fun for her, too

maybe be held tightly and firmly like Charlie will never let her go is what calms Vaggie down, maybe Charlie calling the shots lets her relax and feel safe, not having to worry about doing anything wrong

maybe Vaggie just so clearly reveling in every tiny moment with her is what get's Charlie's heart racing, maybe having to wait for each promised touch and having Vaggie keep that promise is something she kinda really needs

[lxkeee]

IT'S BEEN SO LONG

-PART THREE

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Adopted! Fem angel! Reader [platonic!]

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

genre: fluff and cute

notes: a little bit short but meh

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR ❘ NAVIGATION

“Now... Where's that body...?” [y/n] muttered, looking at the golden holographic map that was coming out of her wrist watch, a blinking dot flickers on the holographic screen. She scrunched up her nose as the scent of smoke, dust, and blood fills her nostrils. I do hope my father is living somewhere far better than the streets of hell, this place is nasty. She thought before shaking her head.

She looked up ahead to see the hotel by the cliff, looking back at the hologram—it seems the body is somewhere by the hotel.

“You have got to be kidding me.” [y/n] muttered underneath her breath. She looked around—no one in sight, with a snap of her fingers, her angel wings disappeared along with her halo that transformed into a golden Laurel wreath that is on her head. Her usual white and gold dress transformed into a plain black one.

“There, I think this is a good camouflage.” she murmured to herself, adjusting her sling back before eventually beginning to trek the cliff towards the hotel.

Finally arriving, she got a good look at the name of the hotel—Hazbin Hotel, very witty, she thought.

“Isn't this the hotel Charlotte Morningstar made? If she's Lucifer's daughter, then does that mean she's my younger step sister?” she wondered before shrugging. Deciding not to knock on the hotel doors and go straight to where Adam's supposed dead body is—which is buried underneath a pile of rubble somewhere a few meters away from the hotel. Truly sad to see but the man got it coming—he was an asshole, to think he was the first man and the first soul to go to heaven but died in hell.

Why do we need to bring him back up again? Oh right... God's favorite.

[Y/n] sighs loudly, moving her hand over the hologram and a keyboard appears. Her fingers danced across the screen as she requested some angel workers to retrieve it.

She sighs, turning back to look at the hotel behind her. Now to get a report on what exactly happened, she thought. I wonder if dad is there? She wondered to herself, she really wanted to see him and hug him, she truly missed her father after all.

Her heels clicked the cement pavement as she walked back to the front of the hotel, climbing up the few steps of stairs till she finally reached the tinted glass front doors.

Maybe I should wear my halo? To let them know I'm from heaven?

She thought and hummed before nodding to herself, snapping her fingers and her halo was once more on top of her head, glowing in angelic pride and power.

She took a deep breath, I can do this. She thought before curling her fingers into her knuckles, bringing it up and then knocking on the glass doors.

Knock, knock, knock.

Charlie stopped talking to Vaggie and Alastor when they heard a knock from the front door, Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly. A visitor or perhaps a guest?!

“My~ it seems we have a guest, dear.” Alastor grins, leaning against his microphone, “Perhaps after the extermination, it gave hope to these hopeless sinners.” he added, his smirk widening.

Charlie grinned, she too hoped that would be the case.

Vaggie placed a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, giving Charlie a reassuring smile, “You got this, babe.” she says and Charlie nodded, adjusting her clothes to look presentable.

With a deep breath she walked towards the door, trying to calm her excited heart.

Charlie finally held the handle of the door, opened it and.... A woman slightly taller than her is standing outside, a smile on her face and wait a minute, is that a halo?!

Charlie's eyes widened, she can practically feel the woman's power radiating off her, dare she say it's stronger than Adam's.

She's nervous, almost scared even. What is an angel doing here?

“A pleasant evening, are you perhaps Charlotte Morningstar?” the woman asked, her voice gentle and smooth to the ear, it calms Charlie down. Making the princess of hell lower her guard a bit before she shakes her head. I need to be on guard, I don't know what she wants and I need to be ready.

Charlie took a deep breath before giving the angel a smile, “Yes, that is me! Is there something you need from me? I didn't know heaven would be sending someone today.” she says and the angelic woman chuckled.

“It was so sudden that we couldn't send an advance notice.” The angel chuckled softly and Charlie just looked at her in confusion.

“But to make things easier, I am here to collect Adam's body and also collect data to file a report of what exactly happened during the recent extermination.” The angel says, sighing and slumping her shoulders. Charlie could tell that the woman was annoyed by the situation.

Charlie looked at the woman with slight hesitancy, “Is that all...?” she asked, nervously and the angel nodded.

“Certainly,” She smiles before her eyes widened and she gives Charlie a small and short bow, “How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am [Y/n], one of heaven's messengers. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Morningstar.” [Y/n] says with a smile, offering her hand for a handshake in which Charlie returned. Charlie shivered slightly as she felt how cold the angel's hands were.

The name certainly rings a bell to Charlie, she swore she heard that name before then her eyes widened, don't tell me..? The name, the very cold hands... Is this the girl her dad was talking about?

“Are you... My dad's adopted daughter...?” Charlie questioned, her voice almost a whisper and [Y/n]'s eyes softened.

So he does remember me. [Y/n] thought, a smile on her face.

“Yes, that is indeed me, so dad talked about me huh?” she answered and asked and Charlie's smile widened, her big sister is here!

Charlie chuckled, “Yeah, he told me about you recently.” she says with a shrug and [Y/n] giggles, “Well, at least he didn't forget about me.”

Charlie smiled, moving away from the door so [Y/n] can enter, “Of course, he didn't. Oh, please do come in.”

[Y/n] nodded with a smile, “Thank you.” she says and enters the hotel.

“Do you want me to tell him that you're here? Do you want to see him?” Charlie asked, guiding the angel through the hotel's hallway that leads to the lobby where the bar is.

[Y/n] smiled, “Please do, it's been ages since I've last seen him.” she says, almost pleading and Charlie smiled, whipping out her phone to text her dad before returning it back to her pocket. Her dad is back at the palace as he had some things to get from his room.

“I am sure he misses you too, how about we finish that report while we wait?” Charlie suggested and [Y/n] nodded, “That's a good idea.”

Lucifer was in his room, arranging some things into a box. He heard his phone beep and opened it to see a text from his daughter.

Come back to the hotel as soon as possible, someone wants to see you and it is someone important.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, wondering who could possibly be looking for him. He shrugs, they can wait.

He returned his phone back to his pocket and continued on putting the rubber ducks inside the boxes.

Another beep was heard and he sighed, opening to see another text from Charlie.

If you're wondering who could possibly be looking for you, their name is [Y/n];)

Lucifer never teleported so fast in his entire life.

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[theemporium]

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Please may you write any driver (except seb) with a daughter who gets her first period🥹

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Daniel usually never had any problems taking care of the kids alone when you were gone.

It usually ran very smoothly, in fact. They always had a good system in place when you’d be out of the house for a few days, one that had worked ever since the kids were little. And this time should have been no different. 

It was a Monday, which meant all of the kids had school. Daniel had been on a roll since he woke up this morning, managing to squeeze in a quick workout before the kids woke up. The dog was walked and fed. He had the two twin boys fed and dressed, sitting on the couch watching cartoons before they had to leave. The only issue laid in your young teenage daughter—Charlotte—hadn’t even left her room.

And Daniel was starting to get concerned. 

“Honey? You good in there? It’s been a while.”

“I’m fine!”

“Are you—”

“Go away, Dad!” 

His frown instantly deepened. He knew his daughter. He knew what she was like, especially considering she had been constantly referred to as a miniature version of himself. She had her moods, though usually she was just a little quieter than usual when she was grumpy. Something else was wrong, and it made his chest tighten with worry. 

He almost wished you were there to help, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was worry you when you were on the other side of the country.

“I’m coming in,” he called through the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he waited for his daughter’s response. When he received nothing, he took that as his signal and slowly pushed the door open. 

He peeked his head through the ajar door and his heart broke a little at the sight. Charlotte was curled under her duvet, but her head was poked out the top. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were puffy and she almost looked scared. He hated it. He hated seeing his little girl like that.

“Oh baby,” he sighed as he slid inside the room, shutting the door before he quickly kneeled by her bed. He reached for her, pushing some hair behind her ear. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“You can’t help,” she sniffled.

Daniel frowned. “What do you mean I can’t help?”

“I—” she paused, and he could see a fresh set of tears build up in her eyes. “I need Mum.”

His heart twisted a little more. “Baby, anything you can tell your mother, you can tell me too. I want to help.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she whispered, her voice cracking a little at the end.

“Nothing is embarrassing, honey,” Daniel assured her, wiping away a few stray tears. 

Charlotte let out a deep sigh. “I started my period.”

His instinctive reaction was to reach for his phone and call you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew how to deal with periods and how he could help. But her first period? He didn’t even know what to say, if it was different or if he could use all the tricks he learnt with you over the years.

But when Charlotte stared at him with big and hopeful eyes, Daniel knew he needed to be there for his little girl and that was exactly what he was going to do.

“And that’s very normal for a girl your age,” he reassured her before he gave her a soft smile. “How about this: you go into the bathroom and use one of the pads under the sink that Mum keeps there, okay? Maybe have a nice, long shower too. I’ll go drop your brothers off to school and then we’ll have a Daddy and Charlie day.”

Her eyes widened. “What about school?”

“I’ll call them and tell them you are staying home today,” Daniel said with a shrug.

“Really?” Charlotte whispered. 

“Really,” he said with a grin. “I’ll even make your favourite pancakes. 

Charlotte sniffled again, though the glossy eyes didn’t worry him as much when she was smiling at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” Daniel grinned as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of her head before standing up. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, and I’ll get some snacks from the shops. How do you feel about a lazy movie day?”

“That sounds perfect, Dad,” Charlotte said with a sheepish smile.

“Then that’s exactly what we will do,” Daniel said with a nod of his head. “And don’t worry about your Mum, I’ll call her to let her know what’s going on before she freaks out and thinks you’ve ran away with the kangaroos.”

Charlotte laughed in response, and seeing a smile on his little girl’s face was more than enough for him.

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[circeyoru]

I just love all your unwanted soul content it's hilarious and cute I was wondering if you could do my request if you can

What would happen if reader gave this really cool radio to alastor in one of their dates and he accidentally leaves outside in the hotel lobby and someone breaks it

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Thank you for saying that! So happy to see you guys like my writing and story!! Happy to do the request, no worries! Just takes time~

A cute and maybe angsty moment then.

I'd say Reader/you designed the radio by yourself after long hours of research. You have actually taken apart radios before and summoned ones with your pages. But to actually gift one to Alastor, you won't and I mean will NOT settle for a summoned gift. Even though Alastor will take anything you gift him like it's a treasure from a lost century. You have a thing for giving the perfect gift and seeing the receiver's face light up like a Christmas tree. In Alastor's case, it's very very extreme affection, not that you're complaining, he makes you feel very reassured to be liked by someone you care for.

Alastor knows you put a lot of attention to the gifts and plans you make, so he takes extra care not to offend you. He did before and got your passive aggressiveness, passing it off as being 'moody' until you were like "Oh we don't need that since you think it's a waste of time!". He apologized quickly and right the wrong. Though sometimes it's just you wanting to cool down since Alastor made sense in his view.

The radio gift in question would be a mix of the two of your colours, with deer antlers at the top and feathers below. Both are symbols of you two. You added the voodoo symbols that would appear around Alastor to the surface of the radio too. How you got them was by observing Alastor very very closely when he got annoyed or angry or a bit bloodthirsty. Alastor treasures it so. He fainted when he first got it. Took him a while to regain consciousness and he nearly fainted again when you showed him it was channeled to his screaming broadcast.

Yeah... Him leaving it in the lobby was a big mistake. I imagine he was listening and staring at it while you were out or just didn't want him around (like maybe bathing?), so he got the next best thing. The precious gift you gave him, made by your delicate hands. How he left it unattented, uhhh, maybe Charlie asked for something or maybe there was another random attack on the hotel.

(it wouldn't be the hotel crew that breaks it cause it's obvious to them that was a big no no)

Either way, Alastor saw that the radio was broken.

Haha. Alastor's gonna be the big bad wolf. He destroys anything in sight while his giant hands cradle the broken radio that was his. Charlie and the others definitely tried to reassure him they'll help fix it. It'll be good as new!

Impossible! You took weeks learning about radios and months perfecting this! He saw glimpses of it, but gave you privacy so the built-up surprise was even better when you gift it to him. Now? Now it's BROKEN! HOW DARE!

When you came back and found Alastor in his raging mode, you were confused. Charlie immediately rushed over to you to ask for your help, you asked her to explain first since Alastor wouldn't be like that for no reason. Ahh, so someone broke the radio you gave him. Luckily, it was made by your hand, so nothing you can't fix.

You got over to Alastor and called out to him. You didn't even need to shout loud and his eyes snapped to you. He leaned down, his eyes showing you shame and sadness that no one else would be able to tell. You told him to show you the radio, he shakingly did, partly scared that you'd yell at him for not taking care of it.

But you knew how much attention he put into catering the gift after he got it. It was like a mother treating a newborn. So you got your pages ready and fixed it in a flash.

You hugged onto the renewed radio and smile, "Now why don't you blow off some steam, don't take too long."

And Alastor was off to deliver judgment.

[bigfatbimbo]

Hello!! Velvette lover anon back again! (I should probably pick an emoji or something to identify myself. Hm, I guess 🎀 works)

This ask isn't about Velvette (unfortunately) but everyone's favorite short king, Lucifer!!

I imagine that Lucifer's primarily love language is gift giving. Like that's how he shows he cares about you. In the song "Hell's greatest dad" it was shown that Lucifer was ready to give Charlie anything and everything ("champagne fountains, caviar mountains, and that's just to start!")

And I feel like this very much carries over into his relationship with you. He just wants to give you everything!!! He definitely gets you a lot of gifts, especially ones he makes himself!

I imagine that when you two first start dating he's very, very concerned about making a good first impression and kinda smothers you in gifts. He takes you out to fancy diners, and buys you so many flowers. He feels insecure in his ability to romance you (since he's so out of practice). He doesn't want to buy your affections, but a part of him believes that he has to be "perfect" to deserve you, and so he puts a lot of pressure on himself.

I feel like this pressure also extends into him wanting to be the "perfect" partner. So on your first few dates he's really nervous, and probably does things he's seen in romance movies to try and win your heart. So he holds the door out for you and drapes his jacket on top of a puddle for you to walk ontop of (even though you totally could have walked around it lol)

- 🎀

wait ok this is actually really interesting to me from a character standpoint because i feel like you are on point with the whole ‘being perfect thing’

Lucifer is absolutely so anxious that he isn’t good enough for you because he genuinely thinks you deserve the world.

He’s an awkward guy so he really can only think to give you that kind of love in presents.

So yes i can totally see him showering you in gifts and whatnot because that’s so in-character for him to try an compensate for the areas where (he thinks) he lacks with material items.

I think that if you ever called him out on this or like told him to tone it down (because you were probably loosing space for all these gifts)

anyways, i feel like he would get even more anxious momentarily and think things like ‘am i too much?’ ‘i’m so sorry’ ‘i’m so high maintenance’ etc etc

but he just needs some reassurance from you and let’s be real probably a hug, and then his worrying would stop.

You’re also so right about the opening a door for you and other things like that. Brother definitely gives princess treatment

Omg if you give him that treatment back? He’s a goner. Gift him materials for his projects or maybe a fluffy duck plushy, he will actually start giggling. Like what? you like me as much as i like you?

so yeah his love languages are definitely gift giving and acts of service.

Thank you for leaving this in my ask box this was so cute to wake up too!

have a great day, remember to eat and drink.

[liveontelevision]

Suffer Pt. 6 | Lucifer x Reader

The first parts! ;) Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

A single anon request and a 56-page Google doc later, this is the last part, my friends. Thanks to everyone who's been so invested in this, this turned into a bigger project than I thought it would lol But! I'm so glad everyone's been enjoying it, and I hope y'all like the ending! I'm sorry for all the cliffhangers along the way haha (not really)

An extra thank you to the anon who requested a simple babysitter fic and ended up inspiring this whole deal!

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It’s almost been a year since you arrived to the hotel. You arrived when the building was in less than pristine condition, and just a few new guests had arrived. It was a few days after you saw Charlie’s interview on the news, that being what brought you in, despite it’s failure. You were just happy to see her face after all that time. Yet, above the cluttered space and the holes in the walls, there was a more malevolent scheme being hatched.

Any soul who might pass the princess’s room would be bombarded by curses, screams, and growls that sounded less than human. So, most the hotel residents decide it best to avoid that corridor. But not our trusty hotelier. His hand reached for the handle, after deciding that making a bold entrance might not be the best idea. His motion was put to a quick halt by a flurry of curses coming from the other side of the door. Alastor didn’t realize Charlie held such a..colorful vocabulary. Despite that, he went on.

He was greeted with a sight that, unfortunately, wasn’t new to him. An intricate web of red thread connected to pins, all scattered across a once pristine wall. It all connects a collage of images, some that he recognized, some that looked like nonsensical scribbles. The view is obstructed by a furiously pacing princess of Hell. Mumbling completely incoherent complaints, she doesn't notice the opening and closing of her bedroom door.

Alastor, being the sadist he is, props his stance with his microphone, his forced smile unmoving. He enjoys the view for a moment before finally clearing his throat to bring her attention to him. She nearly stumbles over her own feet, ready to scold him for materializing into her room, despite the fact that she was just too out of it to see him walk straight in.

“Al! Good! I need another pair of eyes, come here, come here, look!” She approaches him faster than he expects, and he’s ready to reel away, but is unfortunately hooked around the neck with Charlie’s disturbing strength. With an arm around his shoulders, she drags him forward to examine the wall, as if it made sense to anyone other than her. She starts talking nonsense, again. Something about friendship and Heaven, things he never really cared about. Things he usually tuned out whenever they came up. He only seems to partake in the conversation once he heard your name.

“Alastor.. She’s one of our first guests. I honestly can’t believe anyone showed up after that terrible interview I had earlier, I’m worried i’ll mess things up, again! I mean, all of Hell already thinks i’m a joke.. I just- really need this to go well.” Her mood seems to calm, but to a state of despair. Alastor let’s out a symphahetic awe, patting the top of her head.

“Aw, our poor princess. I understand your concern, my dear, this hotel must mean quite a lot to you.” He faines a sympathy that only convinces Charlie because of her state of disarray.

“Of course it does! And she’s already so kind, I’m sure she’s close to redemption! Maybe this will be a quick one! A-and we don’t even know it, right? That has to be it!” She seems to be reassuring herself, only to be met with an unresponsive radio demon. She groans. Dragging her feet as she walks to the edge of bed, She sits down and lets her head fall into her hands. 

“I really need this to work. I’ll do anything for this to work..” It was a quiet mumble, muffled into her palms, but Alastor heard exactly what he wanted to hear. His grin twisted, something Charlie didn’t see, as he sits at her side. He gives her a quick pat to her back, in some form of comfort.

“Charlie, dear, I understand how much this little project means to you.. I do. And I want nothing more than to witness you trying as hard as you can to keep it up.” Even if it fails. Charlie looks up to him, the bags under her eyes suddenly very apparent. “How would you feel about a little deal? Just a small one, no souls on the line, I guarantee.” 

She’s been warned by Vaggie in the past. Actually, his entire reputation is enough to make her uneasy by the idea. but… 

“I-I don’t know. What did you have in mind..?” She asks reluctantly. He let’s out a chuckle that almost sounds sinister.

“Believe it or not, our little guest and I have a bit of a history.” You can barely call it a history. You served him and Rosie on occasion when you were working in cannibal town. “I’d be delighted to oversee her safety and process to redemption! It’s just as you said, she’s already a gem, Heaven is waiting for her, I can feel it. This will be a breeze for the both of us.” His offer comes off as sincere and touching to Charlie. It wasn’t like him to openly mention his relationships with other demons yet, the idea of you having a close friend throughout this process might just be what you’re missing.

“That’s so sweet of you, Alastor, but.. What do you want from me?” She has to ponder a moment before even considering letting this go on any further.

“Well, you’ve given me a roof over my head and.. A tower for my broadcasts.. Hmm..” He taps his chin, as if he’s in thought. “I’m not quite sure I’ll need from you at the moment, since you’ve just been so hospitable already.” He places a hand to her shoulder, the kind words causing her eyes to well with tears a bit in her weakened state.

“There has to be something.. Well, maybe we can both think this over, once I have a clear head.” She sighs her words, standing from the bedside. Alastor takes her hand and brings her to a halt.

“Oh, but I’d love to get to work as soon as possible, if I may be so bold.. I’m not quite sure what you could offer me in this moment… How about we work out the details, later?” He speaks as if he’s coming up with these words on the spot. He’s had this planned since day one, though. Any chance to get a favor from the princess, he’ll take. Charlie turns to him and sees the strange green glow surrounding their hands. She attempts to pull away, but his grasp is tight.

“Well.. I mean…” She’s still hesitant. He watches her rub her eyes. The still relevant exhaustion gives him a bit of hope.

“It’s simple. I’ll do everything in my power to keep our little guest comfortable and on the path to redemption, no acception. In return, I’ll ask of you one single favor when the time comes.” The glow only continues to swell with his words, and it's clearly making her reconsider. “It’s not as serious as you may think, Charlie. Just a favor between friends, really.” Friendship seemed to strike the right tone.

“I guess.. If it’s for the hotel… Okay, Alastor. It’s a deal.”

-

Back to the dreaded fight just a few months later. You're seeing red.

“Charlie! You made a deal with Alastor?? What were you thinking?” You’re scolding her at this point. The situation barely had time to cool down before your worries began to kick in. Her horns and ruby eyes are still present, she hasn’t even had time to calm herself from the previous display. Lucifer is essentially holding you back, a hand across your front as you try to approach her. It hurts you a bit. Does he think you’re some kind of danger to her?

..Are you putting her in danger?

Alastor is still propped on the ground. He holds a hand around his neck, in hopes of soothing the aggressive collar that had materialized around it just moments ago. You’re all keeping your distance from eachother.

“I-I wasn’t! I wasn’t thinking! It was after the interview! You saw it, you know didn’t go well! I-I had all of Hell laughing at me, laughing at the hotel- He was offering help, I have no idea why he’s acting this way, I swear..! I.. I-” Charlie’s demonic features start to recede when she feels a hand on her back. With heavy breaths, she looks over to Lucifer, who was standing by her side now, ready to comfort her. With a small hiccup, she falls into his arms, gripping his shirt tightly as she did. Her head fell to his shoulder, thoroughly staining his vest with her tears.

The room is uncomfortably filled with her silent sobs. Your heart aches too much looking at the touching display between father and daughter, and your guilt from snapping at her is making you fidget. That’s when you got to thinking.

The deal was for Alastor watch over you until you got to Heaven. For him to do anything in his power to keep you on the path to redemption. To prevent any behavior that might stunt that process..

“Oh.. oh, my god. You’ve been buttering me up this whole time.” You turn to face a still recovering Alastor. The realization grabs the attention of both Morningstars, they raise their heads to look towards the commotion. “The gifts, all the time we spent together.. Was because of this deal? Did.. did you ever actually care about me?” You grip at your heart, ready to rip it straight from your chest. He stands, brushing debris from his entirety.

“I doubt you’ll believe me after such a display of violence, but.. Yes. I did enjoy our time together, despite the requisite of being under my protection. It was quite entertaining before it was… tainted.” His hisses out his final words, contrasting the sweetness of it all. Tainted?

He was kind to you as soon as you arrived in the hotel. Despite the drama, you’ve been inseparable since. Things only got convoluted after.. 

“Under your protection..? Is that why you’ve been turning me away from Lucifer?! Fuck- it is! You’ve been playing games with me for months! Getting in my head..! H-How could you..” He hasn’t just been physically keeping the two of you apart. From day one, your mind was manipulated into thinking Lucifer never wanted you.

“Well.. not to defend myself, dear, but I was merely considering your redemption. I believe there’s some sort of sin in worshipping the Devil.” Oh, now he’s just trying to make more trouble.

“Oh, fuck you Al, I don’t worship him, I love him!” Your comical response seems to drive a shocked expression or two towards you. But you’re too upset to elaborate. You want to tear him apart. You want to see him experience as much pain as you’re feeling now. Luckily, you weren’t the only one. In a blur of a movement, Alastor was brought back to the ground with a thud.

A foot to his chest, Charlie has him pinned to the ground. Her fists are clenched, the aura surrounding her creates a suffocating heat.

“You took advantage of me, Alastor. You betrayed my friends, my family.. My trust.” Despite the demonic tones underlying her voice, it still sounds pained. You didn’t know she could do this, but her clenched fists become encased in fire. Just like her fathers’.

You’re surprised to see him lurking behind, but not attacking. After all you’ve seen, you were sure he’d have ripped Alastor’s head off at this point. His eyes widen, a display of fear you werent expecting. You follow his gaze to see Charlie holding a familiar angelic spear to his neck.

You hear an unearthly growl come from her chest, and before you can think, your arm is wrapped around hers. You can feel the resistance, realizing you had stopped her right as she was about to put an end to it all. Put an end to him.

“Charlie! Stop!” You yell out. You have to do it once or twice more, your words not quite reaching her yet. Once she turns to you, her eyes are still dripping with tears. “Charlie, don’t. This isn’t you. You’ll regret it, I know you will.. I know you.” You’re begging her to stop. As you feel the muscles in her arm start to relax, you reach for the spear and pull it gently from her hands. She releases her grasp without a fight.

You usher her off, glancing back to Alastor for a moment to see his wound had reopened from that. He had an obvious slash across his neck. You gulped, realizing how close she was to actually killing him. She places her hand over yours, where your arms are still linked.

Charlie let’s out a sigh, looking to her shaking hands, then clenching her fists. She looks to you, then back to Alastor.

“But.. everything he’s done to you… It’s not right, I’m not sure I can forgive him..” She’s speaking quietly to you.

“Well.. You don’t have to forgive him. But he doesn't deserve to die, Charlie.” You state the obvious and it makes her flinch. “And.. you should let him stay.” You hear a collective What? from the room.

“I know I know.. but… this whole place is about second chances. I.. think he can change. And even though, he is being such a dick right now-” Your voice is cracking, as if you can hardly believe your own words. “-I still believe it. You taught me that.” You smile up to Charlie. After a moment you turn your head to Lucifer, meeting his eyes. He looks more in shock than anyone, almost hurt by your act of mercy. You’re surprised by his expression, not realizing Charlie had slipped from your side to approach Alastor.

“She’s right, you know. I can’t forgive you, Alastor. Not yet, at least.. But you’re welcome to stay here, considering all the help you’ve done for the hotel.” She sounds stern, still not entirely convinced this is the right call.

“Yeah, some help you’ve been, you prick..” Those are the first words Lucifer has muttered in awhile. You approach his side to jab him with your elbow and shush him. Despite your scolding action, your presence only reminds him of your previous confession. He crosses his arms and continues to curse quietly, despite his flushed cheeks. Charlie steps closer to Alastor.

“You’re still here, because of her.” Charlie’s voice goes dark as she gestures to you. “That favor I owe you? Is letting you live. This deal is done, Alastor.” She hisses her words out. The intensity and anger radiating from two of the most powerful creatures in Hell is enough to leave even Alastor a bit weary. He nods, still gripping his wound that has been repeatedly opened these past few days. Other than that, he slinks away with barely a scratch. Lucky him. 

Once he’s out of sight, Charlie let’s out a groan and falls to her knees. With a unison call of her name both you and Lucifer rush to her side. You place a hand on her back, attempting to keep any displaced hair from her face. She leans into Lucifer’s chest, a heartaching sight of sniffles and apologies.

Before long, she seemed to exhaust herself. Curled up to his chest, Lucifer smiles, despite the circumstances of their closeness. He lifts his eyes just slightly to see yours. You look embarrassed. Before he has a chance to question you, you rise from the ground.

“You should take her to bed.” You say in a hushed tone, gripping your arms and making some distance. “She needs some rest after.. all that.”

“Sure, but.. are you-” He speaks just as softly, opening a portal behind him silently.

“I’m fine. I’m-” You let out a sigh, beginning to move towards the stairs. “She needs to rest, Lucifer.” You remind him.

“Oh- Oh.. Right, yeah.” He rises to his feet, effortlessly lifting Charlie into his arms and stepping through the portal. You try to keep moving. You try to not meet his eyes as the portal shuts, but you find yourself unable to go on. Once they’re gone, you cover your mouth, only making your labored breaths worse, but you’re desperate to muffle any cries. You feel yourself wobble in place, before seeing a portal open to your side. It leads to your room.

After stepping through, you silently approach your bed. Your legs suddenly turn led, and you're hitting your bed with a gasp. Your exhaustion is enough to keep your sobs to a minimum at least.

-

The feeling you have when you wake up is worse than any hangover you’ve had. With alcohol you can at least forget your troubles. But on this morning, you can vividly remember the previous night. You sit up, your body aching. You only wonder why for a moment, before realizing you had fallen asleep sideways across your bed, your legs still dangling off the side. You still need sleep.

You remove any uncomfortable clothing or accessories that had pressed marks into your body and return to bed. The right way, this time. Your pillows feel like heaven after all that’s happened. Heaven..

You try your best to sleep, you really do. Your body is essentially begging you to empty your thoughts just for a few more minutes. But your mind is sending you tossing and turning, any times you close your eyes, all you can imagine is everything you've done wrong. Your eyes drift open after trying to force them shut, and your eyes spot the radio on your nightstand. You sit silently for a moment, maybe try to close your eyes again..

Nope.

Before you have a chance to process every movement, you’re opening your door and thoughtlessly throwing the radio outside. You don’t care where it ends up, clearly. You were waiting to hear it break, into multiple pieces hopefully, before shutting your door. You’re met with a startled groan instead. Taking a moment to process that you had thrown an old-timey radio at someone, you stand at your door with a yawn.

The panic hits you. It could’ve been Alastor, assuming he stayed. It could’ve been Charlie, who doesn’t need any more conflict. You could’ve taken out Niffty as far as you know. Swinging the door open, your eyes see the radio first. They’re wrapped in your victim’s arms.

“Good catch.” You let out hoarsly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to clearly see Lucifer.. It could've been worse. He let’s out a breathless thanks, clearly having the air knocked out of him. You definitely didn’t hold back with that throw. And it wasn’t exactly a lightweight radio.

“Er.. Sorry. I meant to say sorry.” You try to recover, your words are followed by another yawn. You watch him drop the radio into a small portal he conjured below his grip.

“Good morning to you, too. I was, uh.. about to check on charlie, but-” He’s ready for a conversation that you aren’t. You quickly shake your head, pulling your door in.

“Nono, I need some time.. To wake up. I’ll see you around, though.” You didn’t expect him to perk up from his words, but he does. His smile is infectious. You watch him give you a little wave before shutting your door. You lean against it, your smile that you had been presenting to him, leaves you almost immediately.

There’s so much on your mind. You scan your room, memories of Alastor popping up no matter where you looked. Every chat you’ve had in here, every moment you’d call him in for advice for clothes or accessories, all the nights you’d fall asleep listening to his voice. Your eyes stopped at your vanity seat. Draped across the back is a bittersweet sight, your gifted red sweater. You finally rise to your feet, quickly reaching for it and holding it tightly in your hands. You hesitate before bringing it to your nose. You’re not sure why. Why would you want to remind yourself of anything involving him? Did you think that same scent that’s brought you comfort so many times would have the same affect? You give it a shot.

Hesitantly breathing in, you’re immediately reeling back, throwing the sweater down to your ground. Your hand covers your nose, that sickenlingly sweet honey scent now smells like rotten flesh. Like road kill. You need some air. Digging out a different sweater, one you haven’t had to use in months, you decide you just need to walk around for a bit. The hotel was big enough that you could safely avoid any unwanted attention. Plus, you were sure Alastor’s pride was too wounded to freely roam the hotel. And his other wound.. You hope he’s okay.

You groan out loud, mentally cursing yourself for your sympathetic thoughts. You make your way down to the lobby, and are met with a surprisingly clean lounge. You scan the walls that were previously cracked, the carpets that should be stained with blood, then wonder where Vaggie’s suddenly conjured spear might have gone. What would have possessed Charlie to choose such a weapon.. an angelic spear? She didnt really want him dead, did she? She's emotional. And extreme. Like her father. You decide not to question it any further. It’s not like you were upset by the erasure of the previous night's events.

-

A day or two passed. Your mind seemed unwilling to accept the reality you're currently in. You're anxious, and paranoid to any sentence thrown your way. You're constantly looking around corners, checking all parts if your room before locking it for the night. Yet, if someone were to ask what was making you so nervous, you wouldn’t have an answer.

You found yourself taking those little strolls often, though. Keeping your body in motion, with only the sounds of your breathing keeping you company, seemed to clear your mind. It never helped come to terms with any seething pain you felt, but it cleared your mind at the least.

You'd pieced together a few things in the meantime. After passing the bar, where Angel and Husk were chatting, they would smile and wave, ask you join them form a drink, but you’d decline. Neither of them seemed to know about anything. Maybe Niffty cleaned the mess. Maybe Alastor asked her to. Before anyone could see the outcome of his mistakes.

You passed Vaggie in a hall, and she immediately looked concerned. She opened her mouth, an Are you okay? sits on the tip of her tongue. But then she looked at you. Your body only mirrored the fog of your mind, baggy eyed and wrapped in some blanket as you roamed the halls like a damned ghost.

“Hey, um- it's.. it's gonna be-" you held your hand up to her.

“I know. Thank you.” You smile, the action stiff, considering you hadn't used those muscles in awhile. Vaggie knew. That was fair, though. You were glad Charlie had someone to confide with. You walked on after she gave a hesitant goodbye wave.

One night, when your body had taken over and you were wandering aimlessly, you realized where you ended up. Not only were you standing in front of Lucifer's workshop, he had already spotted you through the window on the door. He opened it before you could fully take in your surroundings.

“Hey..” You let out softly. What else are you supposed to say? You didn’t come prepared. You feel embarrassed standing in front of him, realizing how much of a mess you must look. You're not even sure what part of your mind made you end up here.

He doesn't respond at first, another speechless moment letting your mind wander. He opens the door more, offering his space to you. You look at him and he smiles before you shuffle inside. You take in the sight. You haven't actually seen it, considering your circumstances after the hotel was renovated.

“It looks nice in here.” You say quietly, your voice cracking just a bit. You walk through, tracing your fingers along desks and tables, stopping and looking at family photos on occasion. You looked to Lucifer’s smiling face in a picture where he was lovingly holding his wife and daughter. How did you end up like this?

“Oh- um.. thank you, it's more than enough space for me, but, uh.. it's nice.” His voice sounds unfamiliar as it snaps you from your mindset. He moves to his main bench, which is slightly elevated by a platform that connects to the windowed wall. You eventually make your way around, standing near him.

“Are.. you… How are you..?” You listen to him struggle to form such a simple question, and yet you have an equally hard time trying to respond. Obviously, you were crushed. devastated by the betrayal and overwhelmed by everything else.

“I'm okay.” You reply thoughtlessly. It was your go-to answer. You hear a muffled chuckle and look over to him. He's blocking the laughter with his fist in front of his lips. Is he laughing at you?

“Sorry sorry, I just.. know that you're lying. You've done this before, don't forget how much time I've actually spent with you.” You want to scold him for acting so bold, for saying he knows you better than yourself, but..

You're leaning against the table in one moment, and before you know it, you're hoisted to sit on its top. You felt like a relief you didn't realize. Your feet were aching. How long were you walking the in the halls today? The sensation of his hands planted on your waist. to steadily bring you to the counter, lingered after he had removed them.

“I used to see you wandering around back home- at the mansion, I mean. usually after a tough day. But it's been a few days, so I just thought you might be-”

“Why are you so calm?” Your sudden question made him visibly finch. "You were tricked, too, you know. He tore us apart. How can you be handling this so well?” Your voice starts to turn agitated. You weren't sure why you were taking it out on himm, but you both knew in the moment that this was the first time you’ve let any emotion out since the fight.

“It's like some.. malevolent force is constantly tearing us apart. One moment I'm happy, I'm in love, I'm smiling- then the next, you're just gone. and everything else that keeps me sane goes with it.” You feel a flood of tears beginning to well. Tears that you should've been letting out days ago. “Is this some kind of fucking curse? Why can’t things just be easy..? A-Are we just doomed?” You're wiping your face clear, your words becoming sloppy and hoarse.

“Maybe.” Your head lifts to see him, still calm as before, but with a solemn look on his face. “But, we keep finding eachother, right? And all the good times.. they'll stay good, won’t they?” You nod your head reluctantly.

He approaches you, with a hand on your shoulder, he's wiping away tears with the other.

“Honestly? I'm not handling this well at all. You're right, the universe has done nothing but tear us apart and hurt both of us. And I’m just about ready to tear Alastor limb by limb. I want Charlie to be okay.. I want to keep you by my side and never let you out of my sight this time.” You see his emotions range throughout his words, his eyes flashing red for a moment. He calms himself down, running his hand down your arm to hold your hand. You don't resist.

“But, you made some good points back there. And I just thought.. if you're strong enough to let that prick live, after everything, then.. Maybe I-I.. I'm trying to be strong.” He sounds almost embarrassed to admit it, and the comment on your strength leaves you a bit red in the cheeks. “You've always been so strong, darling. I just wish you'd tell me how you're really feeling.. I miss talking to you. Not this.. empty shell.” His words stung and he knew it as soon as they slipped from his lips.

“W-wait, no, I mean..”

“It’s fine, you're not wrong.. Jerk.” You share a little laugh with him, the mood lightening for just a moment. “Lucifer, I'm.. I'm so tired.” You let out weakly. That barely scratches the surface of everything. It's as if your mind was boiling over, with all the thoughts of Alastor turning sour, and the thoughts of redemption suddenly in question, not to mention all those feelings of Lucifer that were repressed until just recently. You want Charlie to be okay. You want things to be normal, but.. you're not quite sure what normal looks like. You wish you could say all this to him.. it’s hard to put it to words. But you're trying. He makes you want to try harder.

You feel a gentle hand holding your cheek, bringing your blurred thoughts to clarity and meeting eyes that left you breathless. When was the last time you've looked in his eyes? A blush forms across his cheeks, your gaze seems to fluster him. He clears his throat, getting his mind back.

“You're not okay. But.. You will be. I promise.” With a wry smile, you let the weight of your head fall into his palm.

Your eyes meet. He leans in and you feel his arms snake around yout waist. Looking back, you're almost embarrassed by the way you leaned towards him, eyes shut, head tilted, your lips just slightly parted. You were startled by the feeling of his head resting on your shoulder. He only pulls you closer after he feels your breath start to deepen, his hands gentle across your back. You finally return his touch, digging your nose into the crook of his neck and gripping tightly at his shirt.

It used to feel like, if you let go, you'll never hold him again. God, how the possibility scares you. But.. it feels a little different this time. You weren’t worried about him disappearing, this time.

You’re so comforted by his presence, you let yourself fully relax to him. You open your eyes just slightly, blinking out some tears that still remained, thoroughly ruining his top. You pull away, meeting his eyes again.

You feel as if you were close to forgetting this side of him, but you recognize this face. You saw it the night you first kissed him. You saw it after seeing him at the hotel for the first time, then when he decided to sweep you off your feet for a little date. You saw it after every little date that followed. You realize he's never stopped looking at you this way.

“I love you, too.”

-

I had to put that worship the devil in there it just made me laugh so sorry if that seemed out of place lol

And not to fear my friends,

I plan on making a little epilogue about how everyone's recovering, and some sweet, yummy, fluffy goodness to top it off.

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[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 3

Words:889 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Ok so you guys before you read this i must tell you that it actually sucks ass. I didn't have time to plan anything for the fic this week as it was literally full of things to do and to not let you all without an update for too long i did this monstrosity. I did it in like some minutes and it was a last minute thingy but i promise that the plot of this fic is good i just can't write happy things in my "poetic" style for the death of me so i had to improvise. Again i am deeply sorry for whatever this is.

A few years have passed since Lilith's disappearance and Lucifer depression was really getting to him, but you always managed to help him through it. After she was gone you stopped travelling around hell and started living with him and Charlie. You loved navigating through the inferno, as much as it was grotesque, but Luci was your top priority. It seemed like he was getting, happier, in a sense. You didn't have to help him as much as you did in the past. It seems your sweet reassurances were useful for once. His joyous demeanor was slowly creeping through the cracks filled with suffering. Charlie was a fully grown woman by now, you were so proud of her, of what she has become. She recently started some sort or project, a hotel to redeem sinners. Her dad wasn't really...fond of her dream, but you supported her as much as you could. Her and Lucifer lost a lot of their relationship. They were....distant, she did love him, as much as he did love her, but it saddened you to see them grow apart. After Lilith's disappearance you started to care for Charlie as if she was your daughter, she was so young when she lost her mom, she needed someone to care for her like only a mother could, and you decided to fill that role. After a while she got accustomed to you, she grew to love you, to see you as family, even when the thought of Lilith still lingered inside her. She was such a sweet girl, you were sure she could do it.

As for Lucifer, your feelings for him never went away, they only grew the more you were togheter, and it was the same for him too. He loved you oh so dearly. He desperatly wanted to make a move, but he was afraid, deathly afraid of it. Lilith was still in his heart, y/n helped him a lot to move on, but he still wasn't ready. You decided to plan something for you and Luci to distract him and help him get better. And what's more relaxing then swimming? You searched for him among the intricate corridors of the castle, founding him in his room, making another rubber duck: "Oh Luciiiii~" you exclaimed, catching his attention, slowly moving your way towards him "Oh! G-good morning, do you need something? I am quite busy right now as you can see...uh...you can stay here with me and help me! If you want..." He replied. He was starting to get more nervous around you and you felt guilty about it, you thought that maybe you did something wrong. If that's the case then the pool day might be able to help him forgive you you hoped "Uh, are you almost done with that? I planned something for us today but we could do it later if you're busy" "NONONONO! I-I am happy to do anything if it's with you–uh I mean don't worry, we can do it now!" He spluttered, as he looked away from you to hide his growing embarassment "Ok so uhm, I've noticed you are recently getting more stressed, soooo you know the pool you have but that you basically never use? What about having a relaxing pool day with nonother than me?" Lucifer contemplated the idea, but of course he accepted. How could he not when you were so excited to spend the whole day with him? "YES–uh of course I accept" "PERFECT. I'll wait you in there while you get ready byeee!" You exclaimed, as you burst out of the door, a sigh coming out of his lips. You were hopeless, but he loved you for it, plus it was an excuse for him to see you in a bikini. He got ready for the pool and made his way there, you were already waiting for him in the cool water and oh my god was he a sight to see. You had to physically  restrain yourself from watering down your mouth, the same was to be said for him though "Ehy, sorry if I didn't wait for you, it was just so fucking tempting" you said looking up at him "It's fine, i guess you'll just have to WATCH OUT!" He exclaimed diving into the water "OH COME ON LUCIFER FUCK YOU I WASHED MY HAIR YESTERDAY" you shouted at him, him exploding in a fist of laugher "that's what you get for not waiting for me". You sighed, he was hopeless, you were truly infatuated with him weren't you? "You owe me something for this mister" you told him, crossing your arms "yeah yeah sure" he replied giggling. Oh god you were such a sight in that, it was hard not to kiss you right then and there. "Uh do you hear that too?" He said all of a sudden "hear what?" "My phone's ringing, wait a sec" he replied, teleporting his phone there. He started at it for a second before screaming "OH FUCK IT'S MY DAUGHTER WHAT THE HELL DO I DO!" "Luci, calm down. Breath in and out it's going to be fine, now be a good dad and respond" "Yes yes you're right" he cleared his throat while finally responding to the call "Ehy bitch!" Ok maybe he was more hopeless than you thought.

[storydays]

Dad Beat Dad P1

(3rd POV)

Angel sighed happily as he stretched his body out before rolling over to see (Y/N) sleeping peacefully. The spider grinned smugly as he eyed the hickies he'd left on the prince's neck and torso. Last night was some of the best sex Angel'd ever had, so far. He could tell that there was something in (Y/N) that wanted to let loose, and Angel wants to be that person who lets him.

"You're staring, tesoro." (Y/N) muttered, eyes closed as he curled onto his side, facing Angel. The spider smiled and pulled the demon onto his chest, giggling as (Y/N) grumbled sleepily before pulling the blanket back over them. "Ya know, we should get up." Angel said, running a hand through the blond hair. "5 more minutes...." hummed the prince, falling back asleep. "5 more minutes." agreed the white furred spider, as he fell back asleep. 

*A few hours later*

The couple walked downstairs, holding hands to see Husk, Sir Pentious and Niffty watching a slightly manically Charlie muttering to herself in front of a cork board. Summoning two cups of coffee, (Y/N) handed one to Angel, who accepted it while still staring at the princess. 

"Don't understand why it's not working. Think Charlie, think." Vaggie approached the others as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "....Trust falls, every single morining..we could do.."Charlie gasped before turning to another board. "Yikes..." muttered Angel.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" hissed the princess, gripping her hair in anger. 

"Charlie? Sweetie..you uh, you good?" 

"Nope! No! Not really! Haha!" Charlie grinned widely, eyes bloodshot."I've been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn't working. We've done trust falls. We've tried sharing our feelings. We only have a couple of months left before the angels come..." Charlie laughed manically, revealing her demon form slightly before gesturing to a board. "And at this rate..." 

"Okay, that's enough." (Y/N) had walked over to grab Charlie by her shoulders, and sat her down on the couch. He summoned her favorite blanket and a cup of tea, and covered his sister's shoulders with the blanket, before sitting next to her with a reassuring smile. 

"Sis, I know you're stressed, but you won't be any help to anyone if you don't care for yourself. I know it's scary, I know you want to help our people, but you can't do everything on your own. Let Big Brother help you out." Charlie smiled, leaning into her brother's side. 

"Maybe it's time..." her girlfriend thought aloud,  "No! Don't say it!" Charlie yelped, standing on the couch and turning to her girlfriend, accidentally spilling hot tea over her brother. "Fuck!"  he hissed, using his magic to change his shirt. "To ask your dad." Vaggie finished, petting the blonde's braid, letting her groan loudly.  "Charlie, I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get." 

"Okay, first of all Vaggie, I was trying to get her to sleep for a bit," (Y/N) snapped, crossing his arms, "But second of all, he let the extermination happen to begin with." "They just had a meeting and said, 'Go ahead and kill everyone!' " Charlie added before gasping, and turning to her board with an excited look. 

"Wait..that's it!" "Kill everyone?" asked Vaggie. "No! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!" exclaimed the princess. "Char, didn't we already try that?" (Y/N) asked, hands on his hips. "Well, yeah, with Adam, he was an asshole." Charlie rolled her eyes at the thought of the angel. "But he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top! There's sure to be some angels who will listen!" smiled Charlie, pulling her phone out. 

Charlie scrolled through her phone and paused looking at her father's contact. "What's the holdup? You got daddy issues?" asked Husk, grunting when (Y/N) elbowed his arm, spilling some alcohol on the floor.

"No, we just have never been close." she admitted, looking down. "(Y/N) was really the one who was closest to him, where I was closer to Mom. But after he and Mom split, he never really wanted to see me. He calls me...sometimes....but only if he's bored or like needs me to do something." Charlie explained. 

"Daddy issues." Husk smirked at Angel who stiffled a laugh, before leaning down to lean on the couch. "Well, I'd like to meet the big dick in charge. Well, no one has a big dick like--" "Angel!" hissed (Y/N), cheeks red as his boyfriend chuckled, clearly messing with him.

"The ultimate bad boy." giggled Niffty, as Angel took the knife she was playing with out of her hands, and handing it to (Y/N) who looked grossed out at the thought of Niffty flirting with his dad. "I bet he's scary."

"I bet you he answers, 'Hey bitch.' " (Y/N) said to Husk and Angel, the two grinning and taking the bet.

*With Lucifer*

"That's it." muttered a man, hunched over a desk, working on something. "Now presenting the magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck! Ha ha! That spits fire!" He giggled to himself, looking around his room which was filled with rubber ducks. 

"Hold the applause! Please, okay. Oh thank you, thank you. Oh God, who am I kidding, this sucks!" He threw the duck as a nearby portrait of his family holding each other and smiling. Charlie was holding onto his neck, (Y/N) was sitting on his mother's arm, seen putting a flower in Lilith's hair as she smiled serenely. 

Lucifer looked down, thinking of his kids, when his phone rang. "Daughter? Daughter calling, daughter, daughter calling! Not son! Oh! Um-uh.." he tapped his chin before practicing what he was going to say, "Hello, Charlie. H-Hey, heyyy, CharChar. No! No, that's not good!" He started ranting to himself. 

"Oh, this is the first time she's called you in years. Oh, this has to be perfect." With that thought, he answered, "Heyy bitch!" he grinned, mentally face palming. His son had greeted him that way  several times and now it was stuck in his head. "Hi, dad." Charlie said through gritted teeth, Vaggie sending her a thumbs up. 

"Hey! How are you?" Lucifer chuckled before playing with a duck nearby, "Wh-Wh-where are you these days?" he asked nervously.

"You know where I am, Dad. I've told you before." Charlie replied. 

"You have? Oh yeah, uh...Well, you know I um, uh..." the King replied. 

"I know (Y/N) has been telling you, it's something I've started this 5 months ago. Or do you not listen to him either?" she snapped.

"No, no, no,no. " Lucifer twirled  his cane in his hands. "Just, you know, just forgot. I've been really busy. Ya know with um...important things." He hunched in on himself.

"Well, I'm actually running a hotel to rehabilitate sinners." Charlie looked at Angel who smiled encouragingly. (Y/N) smiled to himself; he loved how the two acted like siblings. "Maybe you saw our commercial." 

"Oh...sadly I missed it." winced the fallen angel. "Heheh, you know I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain." Lucifer babbled, "But, hey, a hotel! Fun!" 

Charlie sighed, hand on her hip. "Listen, Dad, I've got...kind of a big ask." she started hesitantly. 

Lucifer coughed on his tea, clearly paying attention now. "Yeah, of course. Anything in my power is yours for the asking. You just name it." He smiled, ready to be of help to his sweet daughter. 

"I need to speak to Heaven. Well, whoever's in charge up there, above Adam, above anybody. I need to go to the top!" Charlie exclaimed. 

"Oh! No! Nooooooo, no, no, no, no, Charlie, no,no,no, that's uh...No."  replied Lucifer. 

"Look, Dad," Charlie hissed, clearly frustrated, "I don't ask you for much. I never have, but this, this is really important to me." She looked at Angel who looked away, smiling when (Y/N) placed a hand on his back. 

"It's the most important thing I've ever done." Charlie paused when Vaggie took her hand and smiled encouragingly. "She smiled at her girlfriend before turning back to her phone call.

"And..I need you. I need your help." 

Lucifer flinched; he hated telling his kids no, but his wounds are still fresh.

"I--I don't know Charlie." 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes before coming over to take the phone from Charlie ignoring her look of surprise. 

"Alright, enough games, you scary ass bitch. Be here in an hour and come see what the fuck you've been missing out on." He hung up, before everyone's shocked looks. "What?" he asked, handing Charlie back her phone. 

"Y-You can talk to the King of Hell like that?" Husk asked, wide eyed. (Y/N) scoffed, rolling his eyes, placing a hand on his hip with an amused smirk. "Dad's a big ass dork. Sometimes he gets stuck in his ways. Now c'mon, I'm hungry and we need to get this place ready for his arrival. "

*Back with Lucifer*

Lucifer blinked at his phone, before playfully rolling his eyes, he loves his son, but damn does he take after his mother more ways than one.

"My kids want to see me! Take that that depression." He sang happily. 

 *Short montage*

Sir Pentious and Niffty were in charge of making cookies, Husk, Angel, (Y/N), Razzle and Dazzle were in charge of decorating as Vaggie had Charlie take a quick 50 minute power nap.

Angel was doing his makeup in his compact mirror, and he noticed a hickie peeking out of (Y/ N)'s collar. He grinned going over to press a kiss to it, making his boyfriend jump. He smiled as the prince playfully pushed him away. 

"Okay, everyone. " Charlie called as everyone waited near the table, Alastor standing behind Charlie with an annoyed look on his face. "It's showtime!" the princess sang. 

"Chaaaaarlie!!" squealed Lucifer, seeing his daughter. "Hey Da--" "Oh! It's so good to see you! Haha!" the king hugged the princess as Alastor's left eye twitched at the interaction. "It's good to see you, too, Dad." Charlie grunted as Lucifer released her. 

She cleared her throat before gesturing to everyone else. "Welcome! To the Hazbin Hotel." The Egg Bois popped confetti cannons in celebration. 

Keekee came up to Lucifer purring, making the king grin, "Oh, hewwo, KeeKee!" 

Razzle and Dazzle flew up to the king, holding their heads out for chin scratches. "Razzle, Dazzle!" He hummed, spinning around with them. "Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized! You still taking care of my apple dumplings? You better be." He growled, eyes darkening, before he cackled to himself. 

Looking up, he smiled seeing his son sitting on the table, legs crossed as he sipped on a strawberry Daiquiri. "Hello, (Y/N). How goes the Starlight Project?" (Y/N) smiled, thinking of one of his many side projects; he was running a school for HellBorn children who wanted to learn to embrace the fine arts. 

"It's going, old man. But look at what Charlie's been up to." He gestured to the rest of the hotel, making the kind turn. "Wow, this place sure looks, uh.." he side eyed the cyclops woman who smiled creepily. 

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Uh-huh. It's got a lot of character. Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?!" He asked, pointing at the bar.

"Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?" Alastor hummed, finally appearing, gesturing around. 

"And you are?" Lucifer asked, with a raised brow. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir." Alastor shook the King's staff before brushing his hand off on his coat, as Lucifer adjusted his coat from the rough shaking. 

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life." mocked the deer, narrowing his eyes. 

"Who is this? Who's this now? Are you the bellhop?" scowled Lucifer, making (Y/N) snort into his drink.

"Haha! No! I am the host of this hotel. You've might've heard of me from my radio broadcast." Alastor grinned smugly. "Hmm," Lucifer pretended to think, "Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the 'Hazbin' Hotel!' Hahaha!" he elbowed Charlie who looked uncomfortable at the tension. 

"Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea." Alastor examined his claws. 

"Ha ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!" snapped Lucifer.

"Ha ha! Fuck you." hissed Alastor, leaning down to glare into the king's eyes. 

"Okay! Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor, where people can get to know each other, and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings!" Lucifer smiled at his daughter's enthusiasm. "Without (Y/N) or Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much!" At the mention of the Radio Demon, Lucifer scowled again. 

"Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests." Alastor placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder, making her smile and place a hand over his, "Oh, thank you, Alastor." "Quite an impressive young lady. We're all very proud of her." cooed the demon. 

(Y/N) smirked at the king's jealousy, clearly enjoying the beef the two demons shared. 

"Charlie, dear, why don't you introduce me to your other friends!" Lucifer suggested, walking in between Alastor and Charlie to break contact. 

"Oh, yes, of course." Charlie dragged her girlfriend over. "This is Vaggie! She's my girlfriend." The blond princess looked lovingly at her as Vaggie smiled nervously. "Oh ho my golly! You like girls? So do I, we have so much in common! Put er' there, Maggie!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug as she grunted.  "She's so pretty."  he cooed. "Uh, lovely to meet you, uh, sir." Vaggie stammered. 

"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests!" She gestured to the two demons, Pentious leaning over a tray of cookies protectively as Angel tried to take one off the tray with a devious grin, with an arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, the prince leaning into Angel's side, both holding a glass of alcohol in their hands.

"Angel is also my boyfriend of the last 5 months." (Y/N) smiled, poking the spider in his side to get his attention. "Your Majesty!" yelped the snake when he realized the attention was on them, Angel snagging a cookie before turning to greet Lucifer, "Heya, short king." (Y/N) pinched his thigh, making Angel yelp and clear his throat. 

"Ahem, I mean, nice to meet you, sir." 

"Husk is our bartender, and Niffty is our house keeper." Charlie said, watching as Niffty came over. "Nice to meet you." Husk replied.

"Hello. I clean. Hehehehe." she giggled, running off. 

Everyone yelped and cough when the chandler fell to the ground. Lucifer chuckled, "Ha ha ha. Alright then."

Everyone stared at the flapper themed demoness in a varying array of emotions: annoyance, confusion, and irritation.

"Who?" "The fuck are you?" asked Lucifer and (Y/N) asked in unison. " Didn't you just hear me? Why is everybody gawkin'? Is it cuz I'm adorable?" She asked, winking and striking a pose. 

"Mimzy!" exclaimed Alastor, opening his arms for a hug. 

"Alastooorr, sweetie, doll-face! So good to see you. How you been? Good? Good. " Mimzy rambled, hugging the deer. "Listen, I was in the neighborhood. I heard you were staying at this ritzy slob factory, and I figured I'd stop by, say hi! For old times sake."

(Y/N) narrowed his eyes at the small demoness before leaning towards Angel and whispered, "I don't know what is is about this woman, but I don't like her." Angel nodded in agreement. 

"Of course, sweetheart! Everyone is welcome here." Alastor smiled, as Charlie approached. "Oh, how nice. So you two know each other?" she asked. "Oh, yeah, we go way back." Mimzy pulled Alastor under her arm as they shared a grin. 

"Ran in the same circles when we were alive." She twirled to lean over to whisper to (Y/N),  "You know, this one used to frequent the club where I used to perform. He's the only one  I knew who could pound whiskey like a sailor, then keep up with me on the dance floor."  

Mimzy chuckled doing a dance before (Y/N) hissed, "Get the fuck away from me." as he used his magic to push the demoness away back near Alastor. 

"Oh, quite a talent, this gal. Ho,ho, you should've seen her in her hayday." Alastor grinned. 

"Hey! Watch it, tall, dark and creepy." She snapped, adjusting her dress to push her breasts up. "I'm still in my prime." She then noticed Lucifer talking to Sir Pentious, and got a dreamy look in her eye. "Oh, oh, my stars! Is that Lucifer? Move it!" She growled as she pushed Pentious out of the way. 

"Pleased to meetcha, Your Highness." she curtsied, sharing an awkward grin with Lucifer as he stood regally. 

"Alastor, you gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company." She hissed at the Radio Demon. 

"Charmed, I'm sure." Lucifer said stiffly. 

"As much as I'd love to catch up, Charlie and I have a tour to continue." Alastor gestured to the king who bristled. "I'm sure Charlie and (Y/N) can handle showing me around!" Lucifer said loudly, pushing Charlie and attempting to grab his son. 

"Actually, Dad, I have plans with Angel, so Alastor will have to cover me." (Y/N) held Angel's hand up, kissing the back of his hand, making the spider smile slightly. "Have fun with the tour, though." The prince grinned devishly, making his father glare. 

'You little shit.' thought the King as Alastor appeared. "Excellent! We started the hotel together, and we'll show it off together. Right, Charlie?" Alastor said smugly. "Oh, right." Charlie agreed, Vaggie following the two. 

"Why don't you let the others help you settle in, and I'll be back before you know it." Alastor gestured to the others now sitting at the bar. 

*At the bar*

"So, where can a girl get a drink around here?" She asked, sashaying to the bar, much to Husk and (Y/N)'s annoyance.  Husk growled lowly as Mimzy approached. "My, my, is that Husker? Alastor still has you slinging hooch for him, I see." She chuckled to herself, "Classic. How ya been, fur-ball?"

"Good." Husk fake smiled before scowling, "Until five minutes ago." 

"Oh, dont\'t tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelins." She mocked. 

"Hey, Niffty, whatcha' been up to, girlie?" She asked the cyclops. "Fightin' bugs." replied the redhead demoness. "And uh, how's that going for you?" Mimzy wondered boredly. "They're winning. But not for long." She pulled a knife and grinned menacingly.

"Uh-huh. Thanks, pussy cat." She beamed at Husk who grumbled, "Oh, fuck you," before walking away.

"So uh, you and Alastor are like what?" Angel wondered, grabbing a fresh martini before sitting at the bar in between Mimzy and (Y/N). Pentious sat on the other side of (Y/N), smiling when the prince slide over a building design. "Thank you, (Y/N)." he whispered before turning back to the conversation. 

"Friends?" asked Angel. "Well, that's your word, not mine. but I think it fits." Mimzy giggled. The three men eyed each other with surprise before turning back to the short blonde. 

"Why so surprised?" She demanded. 

"Well, just didn't know he had any of those. He's been here a while and is still a big, creepy mystery. What's his deal?" hummed Angel. 

"Well, you probably heard the stories. He appeared in Hell, suddenly, making a splash quicker than anyone had ever seen. At first, people wanted to dismiss him, but soon overlords started goin' missing. And not small ones either. We're talking heavy hitters. No one knew what happened to 'em until these strange radio broadcasts started going out.

 All you could hear was screams. Every time an overlord disappeared, there'd be a new voice screaming in the broadcast. That's when Alastor revealed himself as the Radio Demon and anyone that would mess with him" Mimzy laughed, "Well, let's just say his broadcasts never lacked new voices. That's the story most people know, but underneath it all..." Mimzy suddenly beamed brightly, "He's a total sweetie! Put on some jazz ad pour a couple fingers of rye and he becomes a kitten." 

The men at the bar blinked slowly at her. "Oh, stop with the looks. He hasn't done any of that in a while. Can I get another one of these?" She asked Husk, opening her eyes to see he wasn't there, and scowled.

"Oh, what the fuck?"

[2ndprinceofdarkness]

LIGHT-BRINGER CONCLUSION!!

“You Wouldn't Look Half-Bad, Half-Angel!"

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Act 4, Scene 4--

"You Wouldn't Look Half-Bad, Half-Angel!"

[Hell. LILITH's heels click as she walks down the stairs. LUCIFER, CHARLIE, VAGGIE, ALASTOR, and NIFTY turn as she approaches the group gathered in the Lobby.]

CHARLIE: Mom, you're awake!

LILITH: Has he returned?

LUCIFER: No.

CHARLIE: You knew?

VAGGIE: What else aren't you telling us?

LILITH: He will be back, dear, I assure you.

LUCIFER: When?

LILITH: It's up to him. I'm sure we will be well aware of his return, so...

ALASTOR: So?

LILITH: So– we should focus our attention on something more productive than sitting here huddling in a corner. We have spent the past millenia waiting! I am tired of waiting for them to do the damn thing.

ALASTOR: I agree Lilith! There's no point in waiting for the end times, we could bring them ourselves!

NIFTY: YEAH!

LILITH: [A moment of "bitch tf,"]  Unfortunately, Alastor, the timeframe of Uri's return is within his own hands. I've done all I can do. But–

[LUCIFER looks to her with panic–she stops.]

ALASTOR: Ouu! He's baaack!

[The handle of the front door turns–a slender black hand guides the door forward. A golden-orange glow comes from the other side. We see the silhouette of demonic horns, lit by the glow of URIEL's wings. There's a collective gasp at his new appearance. Red horns, a matching tail.  He's holding his own "Grimore"–the book he and LILITH have. He has a blank expression, he's been having a rough time since we last saw him.]

LUCIFER: Uri?

VAGGIE: Woah, are you okay?

LILITH: What happened!?

CHARLIE: [Guiding him to a seat] Here you can sit–do you need anything?

VAGGIE: We can get you something to drink, some food...

URIEL: It's alright–I don't need anything–

LILITH: [Making way for herself and LUCIFER,] Let me see you, oh my–

LUCIFER: Lil, maybe just back off a bit–

URIEL: Mom, please–!

[ALASTOR watches with NIFTY perched on his head. VAGGIE backs off, sensing URIEL's unease. CHARLIE does too–pulling LILITH away to give him some breathing room. URIEL sits with his head in his hands on the sofa, LUCIFER kneels before him. The others watch, unable to look away, still feeling like they're intruding.]

URIEL: I'm sorry–

LUCIFER: We're not mad, kiddo.

URIEL: I didn't mean to. [Beat.} I didn't mean to...I had to–

LUCIFER: [Gets in closer, giving some reassurance–breaking URIEL from his spiral.] I know. How're you really holding up?

[URIEL peeks at the group, not giving an answer before LILITH breaks away from CHARLIE, going by LUCIFER's side.]

LILITH: What happened, Uri?

URIEL: [Beat.] There was a guard.

VAGGIE: Oh, shit.

URIEL: On my balcony.

.CHARLIE: A guard? Why?

URIEL: Because I was made by these two [Re: LUCIFER and LILITH.] So, Heaven doesn't trust me to be here. Or be on Earth. Or really just "be...."

LILITH: And?

URIEL: I needed to leave Heaven.

LUCIFER: So you...?

CHARLIE: What did you do?

ALASTOR: AHAHA! Now this will be interesting!

NIFTY: Oooohhohohohohuu!!

[URIEL rolls his eyes, a growl sighing out.]

NIFTY: He's even more of a bad boy!

CHARLIE: [To URIEL:] Who was it–?

URIEL: –An exorcist.

VAGGIE: Wait, who?

URIEL: One of Lute's a-hole, top-shit, dickbag officers. And they aren't dead just out of commission–

ALASTOR: Oh, understood! Now–do tell me, is this new appearance change of yours intentional? I do say it looks like quite the improvement, maybe if we got you to smile, you wouldn't look half-bad, Half-Angel!

URIEL: Well, actually–

LILITH: That part we did expect–

CHARLIE: You did?

LUCIFER: We did?

LILITH: We did.

URIEL: [Hands the book to LUCIFER.] More or less... it's all there.

VAGGIE: Woah...

CHARLIE: Is that why you didn't want to go back? Because of this? Uri, I need you to know–I wouldn't have made you go back to Heaven if you didn't want to, ever! I hope you didn't feel like I wasn't happy to meet you–it was–is–a lot to take in. I just hope you'll let us try to make things right–for all our sakes.

URIEL: Thanks, Charlie.

[URIEL smiles, surrounded by the group. He sits between CHARLIE and VAGGIE on one side, and LUCIFER and LILITH on his other.]

VAGGIE: I need to be honest, you're handling this better than I was when I fell.

[VAGGIE goes to the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine. While she's there, she does a headcount, realizing she doesn't have enough glasses to give to everyone.]

URIEL: Aw, thanks!! I've had 10,000 years to prepare.

LUCIFER: Only if you're sure you are okay–

URIEL: I'm fine, really. [He's trying to play it off:] The pain stopped before I got here, besides I got way worse from sparring at home! Oh–

VAGGIE: It takes a while. You'll get used to it.

[Beat.] URIEL is notably more introspective–at this moment–the reality of his situation hitting like a semi-truck. VAGGIE returns to the couch, with three wine flutes and a bottle of red wine.]

ALASTOR: Well–I believe wine glasses were an oversight of our little Hotel renovation! Say, Nifty, care to join me on a few errands today?

NIFTY: Sure! [She waves flirtingly at URIEL,] Goodbye–eheh--I'll see you tonight~

[He just kinda smiles awkwardly–not knowing what to do, or what that means. ALASTOR and NIFTY exit with gleeful giggling. URIEL begins again, after the door closes, ending the laughing.]

URIEL: Right–anyway–I did want to show you something. So, after I dealt with the guard, I went to the Grand Library–[URIEL opens his book onto the tabletop. VAGGIE hands out glasses of wine.] –Thanks.

CHARLIE: The Library? Why?  [Re: VAGGIE giving wine.] Thanks, You.

[VAGGIE offers the final glass to LUCIFER, who snaps his fingers, materializing a glass in each hand, already full–he hands one to LILITH. He grins at VAGGIE who shakes her head at "His Royal Smugness."]

LUCIFER: That's not exactly playing it safe, Uri.

URIEL: Yeah, well, I'm a big kid–and it doesn't matter. Before I got to it, Lute found me. Get this: she said that the ending of the book had disappeared right after Adam's death. So...

VAGGIE: So? It's Lute–she's probably lying.

URIEL: So–that's when she sent Mom back when she did–that's when she sent me down here!

CHARLIE: So?

URIEL: So–the hotel is changing things in Heaven!

CHARLIE: Holy shit! That's great! Maybe they'll listen to us now! 

URIEL: Charlie–can you honestly tell me of a time that Heaven actually listened to anyone here right now?

CHARLIE: I–uh–no, not really. What about Emily!? She seemed like she might--maybe--listen, someday...

URIEL: Charlie, I have spent a millenia trying to make someone in Heaven understand, to make them all actually listen–they aren't going to. But now–even Sera can't deny it–Heaven is losing control!

LUCIFER: Do you think we're in danger? Are they going to send someone after you again?

CHARLIE: Whaat,  noooo! 

URIEL: Uhh– 

LILITH: Yes.

URIEL: Yeeeeaaah, probably. Big things are beginning to happen up there, and they aren't the ones causing it., it's scaring them. [To CHARLIE:] But you need to be careful–I doubt they'd treat you with the same kindness they showed me all these years after my [Airquotes:] "stunt"–

VAGGIE: We've fought them before, we'll do it again if we have to.

CHARLIE: We can protect ourselves, but I don't want to lose anyone else after Pentious.

URIEL: I won't let it come to that, you have my word, Charlie. I won't put you guys in danger. You've all done your time in the battle against Heaven, now I... [Beat.] If my being at the Hotel will put you in harm's way, I can find somewhere else to stay. Would I be able to get my stuff? I left it upstairs–

CHARLIE: Uri–! Please, don't feel like you have to leave. And Husk is making everyone dinner, we're just waiting on Angel to get back

VAGGIE: Yeah, it's not like you have any competition–we have plenty of rooms. Not many sinners want to stay at ground zero of the extermination.

LILITH: Oh well I can help with that–

CHARLIE: Really?!!

LILITH: Of course, dear.

CHARLIE: I am! You and Mom can stay here, at the Hotel, it'll be great. We can all live together, like a big family! [She squeezes VAGGIE, holding her around the waist.]

URIEL: [Beat.] Really?

CHARLIE: Wouldn't that be great? Just like on Earth, we could have game night! Ah!! We could have a karaoke family game night! And we could sing, and hold hands, what else do families do?

URIEL: I forgot. You haven't been to Earth yourself yet, have you?

CHARLIE: No, not personally. I've heard some good reviews though!

URIEL: Really, from people here?

CHARLIE: No.

URIEL: Ah. [Beat.] I guess that's what I could do once you guys kick me out. Go to Earth?

VAGGIE: Absolutely not!

URIEL: What? Why not?

VAGGIE: I forbid it.

URIEL: You do?

CHARLIE: She does.

LUCIFER: [RE: LILTH] So does she.

LILITH: What? I spent far too long waiting to get back here with you–no way I will be letting my baby boy out of my sight again.

URIEL: I'm like 10,000 years old. 

LILITH: And you were still "like 10,000" seven years ago, and I still don't care, dear.

URIEL: Aw. 

LUCIFER: Besides, we made a deal.

VAGGIE, CHARLIE, LILITH: You what?

URIEL: --You can't say it like that, Dad. He wanted me to play piano for him, and then I said he'd have to teach me to play the violin–it's stupid. I was drunk, and he was...Dad.

LUCIFER: Hey!

URIEL: Hey. [URIEL beams a smile to LUCIFER. Now to CHARLIE:] That wouldn't even take super long, I could be out of your hair tonight if you change your mind...

CHARLIE: [Beat.] Stay for as long as you want.

[URIEL hesitates and decides not to speak–smiling and taking a small sip of his wine as the lights fade to blackout.]

THE END OF "LIGHT-BRINGER"

TO BE CONTINUED... 

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi! Can you please do Repugnant with their so/fwb who has really harsh and bad nightmares. Or just Mary specifically, I love them too much for my own good

Repugnant with an s/o who suffers from night terrors

Mary Goore

Mary doesn't really sleep. Usually they either leave the bed to do their own thing around the house or just lay next to you with their arm around your shoulder as they either scroll away on their phone or read some old, secondhand book they found at a garage sale.

So when they notice you squirm, they just... awkwardly shake you until you wake up. It's not exactly gentle, though.

They straight up ask what happened and give you a hug as you explain everything.

They don't really have snacks, but they're willing to offer you a can of beer and order you a pizza.

They suck at comforting people in most cases, but they're gonna try for you, whether you're dating or just friends. They cherish you.

They'll read to you, even if they're more than a bit embarrassed about their voice acting skills.

Or they'll just let you mess around with their guitar.

Or just let you cuddle them. Your call.

DD Sars (fwb, not s/o)

He usually needs some time to wake up, but once he does, he just sorta shoves you until you wake up as well. Might hit you with a pillow if it takes too long.

Asks what the fuck happened. He doesn't really have a big difference in how he reacts whether you tell him or not.

He's just gonna groan and roll his eyes, but he'll move his arm in a way that lets you know you can get closer and hold onto him if needed.

Offers you a cigarette. Or a joint, if you're really shaken up. He won't judge.

Orders you food. He likes Chinese, but you get to pick if you prefer something else.

He has a few chocolate bars hidden around his apartment for when his period hits, but you're allowed to take however many you need. He will make a scene about this, but he'll get offended if you don't take the chocolate.

He'll just sorta hang out with you for the rest of the night, talking shit about people.

G. Grotesque

At first he just cuddles you tighter, sensing your distress in his sleep.

If it doesn't work, he wakes up, gently shakes you awake and asks what happened.

Whether you tell him about your dreams or now is entirely up to you. He'll react mostly the same.

And that is, with kisses and hugs to comfort you.

He owns several plushies, so if you're at his house, he offers to give you each and every one of them to cuddle with.

If you're at your place and you don't have plushies, he insists you use him as one. He loves being squeezed, so it's not a problem.

If it doesn't work, he asks if you'd like him to play a guitar to him. He has an acoustic one he got from his parents on his birthday. He plays your favorite songs for you while you hold onto his waist and rest against his back.

He stays up with you and cuddles you as long as you need.

E. Forcas

He wakes up easily, so he notices if you start makin any sorts of distressed noises or squirm around.

At first he gently pulls you closer, hoping it helps.

If it doesn't, he'll gently shake you awake.

If you want to open up about your dreams, he'll listen and hold you to offer some comfort. Maybe offer a few hushed reassurances.

You can sleep on top of him or cuddles up to his side. He's an excellent pillow, since he's big and soft.

If you fall asleep, he's holding you the entire time.

If he notices you struggle to fall asleep, he'll get some pillows and blankets in the living room and you two end up on the couch that night (you laying on top of him, most likely) as you watch all your favorite movies.

~

Written by Nosferatu.

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[lemurlegs]

Bewitched

Hey guys, here's chapter 3, wooo!! The next chapter might be a bit delayed since I'm gonna need to rework it a bit. But I'll be posting some artwork i did of the fic, so expect to see that in the near future. Also, i really hope you guys like the story so far. Feel free to comment on my posts. I'd love to get to know yall. I appreciate everyone who reads my story 💕💕

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Warning: Valentino, blood, violence

Chapter 3.

Moth Against A Flame

Alastors pov

As the deal faded and the magic dissipated from her body, her hand slipped from his grips, and she fell unconscious. He was surprised by her sudden collapse; usually people don't just pass out from deals.

Bending down beside her, he intended to lift her and carry her to one of the rooms. However, before he could, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"What's with the light show, Radio Freak? You could've woken up the whole hotel!" Vaggie exclaimed, appearing in her pajamas. As she drew closer, she noticed the unconscious sinner lying in a pool of blood, with Alastor hovering over her.

"Alastor, what have you done!?" Vaggie demanded, pointing her spear at Alastor's face.

Alastor offered her a strained smile, annoyed by her accusatory tone. He had been trying to help. He could have let the fox bleed out on the floor, but instead, he had chosen to save the poor soul. Yet, it seemed that no one appreciated his kindness in this place.

Charlie arrived after her girlfriend, running and panting.

"Calm down, Vaggie. Oh my Satan, what... what happened here, Al? Is she okay?"

Charlie looked around with a worried expression.

"Well, dear, I was just indulging in my usual late-night reading when this little darling stumbled into the hotel, quite literally," Alastor explained.

"She was nearly at death's door, but I took it upon myself to save her," he added.

"Oh, that's so kind of you, Al. I really hope she's okay. It's so exciting; we haven't had a new resident in months. Maybe she'll be interested in redemption," Charlie exclaimed, her excitement evident.

"I wouldn't exactly call it kindness. You clearly got her to sign a deal with you; you just exploited her moment of weakness to acquire a new soul," Vaggie interjected, her tone accusing.

"Oh, Vagatha, you wound me, my dear. You think so lowly of me?" Alastor replied, feigning offense.

"Yes," Vaggie responded without hesitation.

"Is it true, Al? You have her soul?" Charlie asked, her expression hopeful, as if hoping Vaggie was mistaken.

"Why, of course. It takes a lot of power to bring someone back from the brink of death to tip-top shape. It's a fair price, if you ask me," Alastor replied nonchalantly.

"See? I told you. He doesn't do anything out of the kindness of his heart. Honestly, I highly doubt he even has one," Vaggie remarked, crossing her arms and giving Alastor a disapproving look. Charlie's disappointment was evident on her face.

Alastor then lifted the fox demon in a princess carry and began walking towards the stairs.

"Now, turn that frown upside down, girls. Nothing bad's going to happen to the little darling. I'll make sure of it," he assured them.

"Uh, yeah, because that's definitely reassuring coming from you," Vaggie retorted, matching Alastor's steps.

With Alastor taking brisk strides, Vaggie speed-walking beside him, and Charlie following closely, they silently made their way to one of the empty hotel rooms. Alastor effortlessly used one of his tendrils to open the door as they entered the suite.

Charlie swiftly pulled back the covers as Alastor gently placed the girl on the king-sized bed. Even in the dim light, her paleness was evident. Alastor hovered his hand over her stomach once more, this time intending to fully heal her. The two girls huddled together, anxiously watching the scene unfold.

The green glow of his magic began to shine, seeping through her bloodied cloak. The warm neon magic transformed into shining threads, carefully stitching up the gash on her stomach. As soon as the stitching appeared, her wound magically disappeared, as if it had never been there.

With his other hand, Alastor pointed his index and middle fingers, pressing them to where her heart lay. Another wave of green light flowed, and her blood began to regenerate, the color returning to her skin. After a few minutes of magical healing, Alastor withdrew his hands, placing them behind his back.

"There, the little vixen is as good as new," Alastor said to the two girls in front of him. He gently grabbed the corners of the blanket, covering her, before stepping away from the bed. With a snap of his fingers, Nifty appeared in the room.

"You need something, sir?" Nifty asked, her smile matching Alastor's wide grin.

"I need you to take the little sleeping beauty's measurements. She can't be walking around in bloody rags; it would be quite unbecoming," Alastor instructed.

"Sir, yes, sir," Nifty replied, giving a little salute before retrieving a measuring tape. She quickly climbed onto the bed and began carefully taking the girl's measurements.

Alastor turned back to Vaggie and Charlie with a reassuring look.

"She's going to be just fine. Tomorrow, we'll introduce her to everyone, but for now, she needs to rest. I may have fixed her with my magic, but rest is just as important in the healing process."

Upon hearing this, Vaggie and Charlie seemed to calm down a bit. They bid goodnight to the Radio Demon and returned to their own bedroom, ready to drift off into the land of dreams.

As the door closed, Nifty jumped off the bed and handed Alastor the measurements. With a swift motion of his hand, he conjured a stunning red dress, then made his way over to the wooden closet, placing the garment on an empty hanger.

After informing Nifty about the blood spill in the lobby, Alastor shadow-warped to his own room, settling into one of his sitting chairs. With a snap of his fingers, he lit the fireplace, and a green fire roared up, casting a warm glow throughout the room. He glanced up at the mantle, where an ornate, wooden, art deco-styled clock stood, showing 4:06. A lot had transpired in under an hour.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back, finally allowing himself to relax after a long day of wearing his mask. Despite decades of embodying the persona of The Radio Demon, he couldn't deny the fatigue of upholding the facade. That's why his large room, alone, was the only place he could truly be himself. After a few moments of silence, Alastor rose to his feet, shedding his jacket and beginning to walk towards the bayou part of his room. As he kicked off his dress shoes, freeing his tired hooves and stepping onto the cold damp grass, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Passing between the large trees, he savored the sensation of the cold breeze blowing through his hair, allowing himself to relax into the forest's atmosphere. As he walked, his thoughts turned to the new soul he had just acquired, pondering what could have led her to such a dire situation. He wasn't so much focused on the stab wound as he was on the dark veil of magic that lingered around her. It didn't make sense to him; she seemed relatively new to hell, as she had no idea who he was.

So why was she shrouded in such negative energy?

Deciding that the best course of action would be to ask her directly, Alastor resolved to seek out the answers he needed from the fox demon's own words and body language.

The next day, Alastor waited for her to step out of the room, adorned in the dress he had prepared. She looked remarkably beautiful, cleaned up and adorned in the stunning red garment. Alastor found himself shaking his head at such peculiar thoughts.

Following her down the stairs, he waited until she reached the bottom before manifesting from the shadows, gently guiding her towards the crowd.

Her startled expression amused him greatly as he introduced her to the other residents. Alastor watched quietly as each member of the group greeted Ginger, observing their interactions closely.

However, the peaceful atmosphere was disrupted as the snake demon burst in with a large gun. Vaggie swiftly intervened, putting an end to the commotion. After a brief scolding from Vaggie, Ginger finally broke her silence, expressing her happiness to meet everyone.

When Charlie inquired about the length of time Ginger had spent in the fiery pits, she replied that it had only been a day.

Alastor couldn't help but find this revelation intriguing. He knew she was freshly fallen, yet only a day in hell? It certainly added a layer of complexity to the situation, especially considering the dark magic that surrounded her.

“We definitely need to teach you about how things work here then, we need to make sure you're safe after all.”

Alastor saw the perfect opportunity to get answers to his questions. Taking advantage of the situation he offers to explain everything about hell's workings over breakfast.

After enduring Vaggie's usual snide remarks, Alastor turned to Ginger and asked if she was hungry. Upon her confirmation, he urged her towards the streets of hell, offering her his arm. Though initially hesitant, Ginger accepted the gesture.

So he began guiding her to the cafe. He couldn't wait for the moment she witnessed the gruesome nature of hell. The disgusted terror filled expression of new sinners always brightened up his day. To his surprise Ginger didn't acknowledge the carnage, in fact, she even stepped over a dead body without as much as a twitch in her face. This woman just keeps getting more intriguing.

After a few minutes of walking they finally arrived at their destination. Alastor opened the door for Ginger, who seemed to snap out of her thoughts, slowly entering the cozy cafe.

He watched her as she took in the beauty of the establishment. This place had a warm and inviting atmosphere, with a classic feel to it. That's one of the reasons he frequented this place. He brought her to one of the empty tables, pulling out her chair and pushing her in, then taking a seat himself.

Leading her to one of the empty tables, Alastor pulled out her chair and pushed her in before taking a seat himself. Locking gazes with the fox demon, he pondered the secrets she was undoubtedly withholding. As she began shifting in her seat, Ginger broke the awkward silence with a compliment about the cafe.

Alastor then proceeded to tell her about the cafe's reputation for serving the best brew and breakfasts, noting that the food was another reason he frequented the establishment.

As the waiter appears Alastor orders his usual, with Ginger opting for a similar choice too. He breaks the silence this time. He starts explaining the inner workings of hell. The seven circles, the sinners and hellborns, the extermination.

Ginger listened to his words carefully, sometimes asking about something in more detail, but the conversation came to a halt once the food had arrived.

The smell of the meal was divine. He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of the scalding hot liquid. Bitter and flaming, just how he liked it.

He shifts his eyes to the fox, just in time to witness her scrunched up face from the bitterness of the coffee. It was adorable. Alastor continued observing her, as she poured two sugar packets in her drink. Two is quite a lot of sugar—he thought.

As she reached for the third, he couldn't help but make a judgmental face at the copious amount of sugar she's planning on consuming.

She noticed his reaction, to which she informed him that she liked sweets. Clearly. Alastor made a comment about how she was more so drinking sugar water with a side of coffee. At this she rolled her eyes. She poured the third one in, which he found ridiculous, imitating the action of her eyes.

“What's wrong, you don't fancy sweet coffee?” you tease, raising an eyebrow in playful inquiry.

“I don't enjoy anything sweet, darling. I prefer bitter and savory flavors.”

After that the conversation dies down, both of them focusing on their breakfasts. Alastor began thinking about what he should ask her about herself. After a few moments he settled on a question. Asking about her lack of reaction to the gore around them when they were on the streets.

She takes a moment, informing Alastor that it was because it wasn't her time seeing such gruesome sights. Saying that when she was alive, she would manipulate men into giving her everything that she desired. He took note of this fact she revealed. Deceptive and manipulative.

Another thing she revealed was that she has a more violent side, saying that she ‘took care’ of the bastards that tried taking advantage of her. Alastor was hoping that she meant murder when she said ‘handled them accordingly.’

“How interesting. And how did you meet your end, if you don't mind me asking?" Alastor asked curiously.

“Ugh, well, it's a bit embarrassing, not gonna lie. Foxglove. Not a fun way to die.”

Hm that is indeed an unfortunate way to go out—he thought.

Alastor decided to change the topic to something he was wondering about last night. How the hell did she get hurt so badly on her first day?

She takes a while to answer, chewing her food slower than she did before. So it's a sensitive subject then? Interesting—he thought. When she begins, clearly not giving away anything noteworthy, only giving vague answers.

He decided that if she was not going to give an honest answer, he wouldn't answer more questions. They were already on their last bites, so Alastor checks his pocket watch, noting that he has things to do, after all, he is a busy overlord.

He pays for the meal, then grabs Ginger's shoulder, telling her to prepare herself, not giving it away to what exactly she should prepare for. Hoping to get a reaction out of her this time, since hell's streets weren't surprising her.

Alastor's shadow warped both of them back to the hotel lobby. The journey through the shadows wasn't interesting, he got used to this mode of transportation a long time ago. Though he did relish in the panicked face Ginger made while warping.

“Well, that was certainly an experience,” She said as she flashed him a smile, but Alastor could tell she was shocked. How exhilarating.

“Shadow warping is quite the power”

…

Excuse me? Did she just say what I think she did? Yes, she said the correct term, shadow warping. So the little vixen knows a thing or two about magic. That might explain the dark energy that was lingering around her the day before—he thought as he lifted his eyebrow, searching for any reaction she might make. Sadly he could find anything that gives away any more clues about her identity.

With that, he left to run an errand he needed to do, leaving her alone in the lobby.

Ginger's pov

As you wandered through the confusing, winding corridors of the hotel, you stumbled upon various rooms and spaces—a kitchen, a dining room adorned with elegant decor, several storage closets filled with miscellaneous items, a laundry room with the hum of machines, a grand ballroom with echoes of past events, and even an indoor swimming pool for relaxation.

But amidst the familiar and the expected, you stumbled upon something utterly bizarre—a collector's room adorned with rubber ducks. A giant duck statue stood in the center, surrounded by riches and treasures, as if someone was worshiping a deity resembling a rubber duck. What the fuck is this place?—you thought to yourself.

After what felt like hours of exploration, you finally reached a room with two large wooden double doors. Pushing one open, you were greeted by the scent of dust and old paper—the Morningstar library.

As you walked between the towering bookshelves, you noticed the abandoned atmosphere, with dust covering the shelves and the air thick with neglect. Pulling out books one by one, you searched for any information that could shed light on the mysteries of this place.

You've searched the entire library for information on breaking curses, but unfortunately, you found nothing specific on that topic. However, you did come across some resources that seemed worth looking into.

In one corner of the room, you discovered a set of bean bags, offering a comfortable spot to settle in and dive into your findings. Bringing a few of the books you collected, you sank into the chair and began to unravel the secrets hidden within the pages.

The Morningstar Family History, Overlords of Hell vol. 47 - 2021 edition, Soul Binding Deals, How To Keep Yourself Safe From Exterminators, An Ultimate Guide To Demon Magic.

These were some of the books you decided to skim through. Page after page, book after book you found out more and more there is to know about hell. The few bits that jumped out to you were these sections.

“In the aftermath of Lucifer Morningstar's fall, the once ambitious archangel became dispirited and despondent, rendering him unfit to rule. Stepping into the void left by Lucifer's absence, Lilith, the Queen of Hell, took on the mantle of leadership. Through her inspiring songs, she rallied demonkind, challenging the very foundations of Heaven. In response, Heaven instituted the annual examination of Pride Ring's citizens, viewing Lilith's influence as a direct threat.”

Excerpt from "The Morningstar Family History”

“The infamous Radio Demon is still one of the most powerful and feared overlord. When he arrived in hell, many dismissed him. However, he soon revealed an unimaginable raw power never before witnessed in a human soul. He swiftly overthrew Overlords who had ruled for centuries and broadcasted the ensuing carnage on his radio show for all of Hell to hear. Eventually, he revealed himself as the mastermind behind these incidents, leading the denizens to dub him "The Radio Demon. His disappearance sparking many theories, as he hasn't been seen for 5 years, leaving many to wonder just what happened to The Radio Demon."

Excerpt from "Overlords of Hell vol. 47 - 2021 edition”

“Overlords make contacts with lesser sinners and take control of their souls, empowering themselves in the process in exchange for a favor/boon.

These soul pacts bolster the overlords' abilities, facilitating their pursuit of greater power. Leveraging these contracts, many overlords manipulate the souls under their control to carry out their commands, furthering their own agendas.”

Excerpt from "Soul Binding Deals”

Before you could continue with your reading, the spider demon you met earlier that morning entered the library. Spotting you sitting on the ground amidst a pile of books, he sauntered over and plopped down next to you in one of the bean bags.

"Finally found ya, toots. I've been searchin’ for ya since this mornin’," Angel Dust exclaimed.

“Whatcha doin in this dusty paper prison anyways? I haven't seen anybody come in here, like eva.”

Glancing up at him, you explained, "Sorry about that. After Alastor brought us back from the cafe, I decided to do some more research about this place."

Angel snorted at that. “What the Deer Daddy didn't tell ya anythin’ about hell? Wasn't that the reason he took ya out to eat? Or maybe he fancies ya.” Said Angel with a smirk wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, "I highly doubt that. He did explain some things, but before we could really delve deeper into anything, he said he needed to run an errand or something.”

“Tsk. Typical.” said Angel as he crossed four of his arms and shook his head.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, during which you pondered how to broach the subject of Alastor with Angel.

"Hey, Angel Dust—"

"Just call me Angel, toots." He corrects you.

"Alright. So, Angel, what do you know about Alastor? I've read about him in one of these books, the one that talks about the overlords. What's he like? Or more importantly, how does he treat his souls?"

Angel leaned back against the bean bag, contemplating your question. "Ahh, well, the guy's kind of an enigma. One day he just appeared in front of the hotel, sayin’ that he wanted to help Charlie with this ridiculous thing she's doing. He's been here since. As for how he treats his contracts, well, I haven't heard much. Ya should prolly ask Husk or Nifty bout that. Why do ya wanna know anyways?”

“Well, I sort of sold my soul to him," you confessed as you gave him a nervous smile.

"You what?!?! Why???" Angel exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock.

"Well, it was either that or death, so yeah, kinda didn't have a choice," you explained with a resigned shrug.

"Oh jeez, that's unfortunate," Angel sympathized.

You scoff "Yeah, tell me about it.”

As the conversation died down, Angel remembered the reason he had sought you out.

"Hey, toots, so actually, the reason I came looking for ya was 'cause Charlie wanted me to take ya shopping since you don't really have anything."

"Yeah, I don't have anything, not even money. So how am I supposed to buy things?" you questioned.

He waved you off dismissively. "Don't worry, she gave me her credit card. You can buy anything you wish for. She's the princess, after all. Her whole family is loaded."

"Well, shit, alright. I guess I do need some things," you acknowledged.

“That's the spirit, now let's get shoppin’.” Angel declared, eager to begin.

Before he could drag you out of your comfortable reading nook, you grabbed one of the books, planning on reading it later: "An Ultimate Guide To Demon Magic.”

You and Angel embarked on a shopping spree through the shops and boutiques of hell, purchasing toiletries, clothes, shoes, and other essential items, including a phone. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the shopping district. Nothing too noteworthy happened, well except for Angel urging you to buy more skimpy clothes, saying that you need to show off what God gave you. Or how he said it, what the ‘Big Heavenly Daddy’ gave ya.

After a few hours of trying on clothes and navigating the crowded streets, you both agreed it was time to head back. As you strolled through a street adorned with flashing neon signs and advertisements, something caught your eye—a humble little shop nestled amidst the glitzy storefronts. It stood out with its simplicity and quaint charm against the modern architecture surrounding it. You read the sign above the door: "Witches' Wonderland.”

"Hey, Angel, mind if we make one more stop?" you asked, gesturing towards the quaint shop.

"Sure, where would you like to go?" Angel replied, looking down at you with his hands full of bags—well, all his hands. It was evident that you two had bought quite a lot.

"There, 'Witches' Wonderland,'" you stated, pointing at the cottage-styled shop.

"Why would you want to shop there?" Angel inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not sure, it just looks unique, and I'm kinda curious what's inside," you explained.

Angel shrugged. "Sure, why not."

At that you two began making your way to the shop. You cross the filthy streets and appear in front of the door. You push in the big wooden door, hearing a little bell ringing that was attached to the doorknob, signaling to the workers that a new customer has entered.

The demon girl behind the desk, with features reminiscent of a raven, greeted you warmly, her eyes gleaming with delight at the sight of new customers. She encouraged you to gaze at her wares.And boy did you gaze.

The inside of the witchcraft shop is mystical and enchanting. The atmosphere is dimly lit, often by flickering candles or softly glowing lanterns, casting shadows that dance across the walls. The scent of incense—such as sandalwood, patchouli, or lavender—fills the air.

Shelves and display tables are adorned with a variety of intriguing items. You might find rows of glass jars filled with herbs, spices, and dried flowers, each labeled with their uses and magical properties. Crystals and gemstones of all shapes and sizes are displayed. There are sections dedicated to candles in every color too.

Bookshelves are filled with grimoires, spell books, and guides on various aspects of witchcraft, from beginner manuals to advanced tomes on spellcasting, divination, and alchemy. There are also journals and blank books for personal spell recording.

A corner devoted to divination tools, featuring tarot decks, pendulums, runes, and scrying mirrors. Another section showcases handcrafted wands, athames, chalices, and other ritual tools, often made from natural materials like wood, bone, and stone.

Oh how you feel at home. You look like a kid in the candy store, running around picking up items, deciding on what to buy while Angel just follows you, seemingly bored already.

With each enchanting discovery, you added more and more to your growing collection. Angel seemed shocked at the amount of money you were willing to spend, but it was not his money to worry about.

Bringing all the items to the register, the raven girl looked happier than ever, I mean after all you did buy half the store.

She began scanning all the items:

Herbs like Sage, Lavender, Rosemary, Basil, Chamomile, Mugwort, Bay leaves, Rose petals, Cinnamon sticks, Dried yarrow.

You also got a few gemstones too, for example Amethyst, Clear quartz, Rose quartz, Black tourmaline, Citrine, Moonstone, Obsidian, and Selenite sticks.

You also bought an assortment of different colored candles, divination tools, jars and a few spell books and a personal grimoire.

Exiting the store, you felt like the happiest witch in hell, your arms laden with six bags filled to the brim with supplies. With Angel by your side, both of you were now burdened with copious amounts of items, resembling the rich girls from 2000s teen movies as you strutted through the streets of hell.

As you two make your way back, a hot pink limo barreled down the street, smoothly hitting all unfortunate sinners in its way.

You look confused at the sight of the car pulling over next to you as the color drains from Angel's face.

He grabs your shoulders, making you draw your eyes away from the vehicle.

“Listen to me, ya need to get outta here fast.”

“Angel what's going on?”

“No time to explain, let's go”

At Angel’s worried urging, you picked up the pace, dropping your bags, almost running, hoping to get away from the mysterious car. You knew better than to question what was happening. Angel has been in hell a lot longer than you have.

As if anticipating your move, the limo accelerated, cutting you off as the back window rolled down.

"Angelcakes!" A sickeningly sweet voice called out. You could almost see the exact moment your new friend’s face hardened into a work mask.

Dislike churned in your stomach, but you maintained a neutral, if somewhat skeptical, expression as you both stopped so Angel could acknowledge the demon.

"Valentino.”

"Nice to see you out and about, Love Bug. I see you’ve got some bi—. Oooh, you’re cute." The way he switched from insults to sweet talk was insulting. Stepping out of the vehicle, his leather shoes crunched against the pavement as he stood to his full height. Taller than your friend, his red eyes were hidden behind heart-shaped sunglasses. With suave strides, he closed the gap between you in two steps, catching the hand you tried to avoid him with and pulling you closer. "Say baby, looking for a job?" Cringing as he kissed your hand.

Turning to your friend, Valentino's slick smile never wavered despite your clear discomfort. “Angel darling, why don’t you introduce us?” You tried to pull your arm free, but his grip was unnaturally strong, belying his lanky frame.

“This is Ginger. Ginger, this is my boss, Valentino.” Reluctantly, Angel made the introductions, his eyes fixed on Valentino’s hand gripping you, worry evident in his expression.

“Ginger.” You’d never heard your name sound so vile as when Valentino purred it. “Such an adorable name. Nice to meet you, Guapita. So about that job, a little vixen like you could be a star with that face.” His upper hands cupped your chin as he drew closer, the intoxicating scent of cigarette smoke and cologne making your head spin.

“Ah. Nice to meet you too, Angel’s boss. No, I’m not looking for a job right now, so I’ll decline.”

“Hey Val, what’d you stop by for? Were you looking for me?” Angel was by your side in an instant, trying to distract the pimp from his interest in you.

“Quiet, Angel. Can’t you see I’m occupied?" The taller man hissed before invading your space once more. “Come on now, Bambina. I’ve got just the right spotlight for you.” Multiple hands felt up your back and sides, that nauseating smell invading your lungs as much as its source was invading your personal space.

“No!” You pushed against those creepy hands with all your might.

“Val!” Angel intervened, grabbing the invading hands. Something in his actions triggered the man, and you were roughly shoved to the side before he rounded on Angel, venomous drool seeping from his lips as his coat flared out, turning into wings.

“Angel, Angel, Angel. Are you trying to tell me what to do? Did you forget, you’re mine! Shut up and let me do my business.” The sweetness in his voice drained with each word, replaced by a repulsive hiss as he spat abuse at the cowering Angel Dust.

“But Val, she’s not that typ’a girl. And—“ A fist flew at Angel's face too fast for him to avoid it. With a gasp, you watched your tall friend topple to the ground, his eye already swelling from the impact.

Something in you at that moment snapped, something about this scene feeling vaguely familiar. You needed to do something.

The air crackled with tension as you lunged towards Valentino, your claws extended and ready for battle. In an instant, the scene erupted into chaos.

Valentino, taken aback by your sudden attack, released his grip on Angel and stumbled backward. His wings flared out menacingly as he attempted to regain his footing, his sunglasses askew from the force of your assault.

“Fucking crazy bitch” hissed the moth demon.

As you advanced, purple flames burst forth from your fingertips, painting the street in an infernal hue. Valentino's eyes widened in shock at the display of your power. With each gesture, fiery torrents lashed out, scorching the ground and licking at his coat. He attempted to retreat from the fireballs you directed at his feet, guiding him back to his car with caution.

“And don't you dare think about hurting Angel again fucking disgusting mothman” you seethed.

Valentino, now sitting back in his limo, lightly charred, looking angrier than ever, began speaking.

“Don't you fucking think this is over” with that he slammed the door shut as the car stormed away.

You turned to Angel quickly, assessing the damage inflicted upon him by his disgusting boss—a black eye and a few bruises, nothing too severe.

"You're okay, Angel?" you inquired, bending down next to him and reaching up to his face to examine the impact.

"Yeah, I'm fine, toots. Jeez, you didn't have to save me like that," he replied with a casual shrug.

"Don't say that. I couldn't have just let him hurt you like that," you stated firmly, giving him a stern look.

"Wow, thanks, Ginger. That really means a lot," Angel remarked sincerely.

Standing up, you extended a hand to help your spider friend off the ground, pulling him up.

"C'mon, Angel, let's pick up our bags and get out of here. I think I've had enough adventure for today," you suggested.

"I agree," he replied.

With that, you two gathered your bags and began walking back to the hotel once more, hoping for an uninterrupted journey this time. As you walked in silence, Angel couldn't resist asking the burning question on his mind.

"So, fire, huh?" Angel inquired as you walked back towards the hotel.

"Oh, that? It's nothing, just a simple spell, really," you replied nonchalantly.

"A spell? Whatcha mean by that?" Angel pressed, intrigued.

"I mean it's not demon magic; it's just regular magic," you explained.

"Wait, there are other kinds of magics?" Angel asked, surprised.

"Oh yes, there are lots of them," you confirmed.

"Then what kind of demon magic do ya have?" Angel questioned further.

"Honestly, I don't know. That's mostly why I was in that dusty library. I was trying to find out more about demon powers," you admitted.

As you reached the hotel entrance, your hand hovered over the doorknob, and you turned to Angel.

"Hey, Angel, about what happened today, with the whole fire spell and me learning demon magic. Can we keep that between us?" you requested.

"Yeah, of course, toots. My lips are sealed. Though we might need to come up with a reasonable explanation for my black eye," Angel chuckled.

"Well, you're an actor, aren't you? Just improv it," you suggested with a smirk.

He laughed even harder at your response, the sound echoing through the lobby as you finally opened the door and stepped inside. With Angel by your side, you ascended the stairs, each of you carrying at least a dozen bags. Arriving at the room where you had slept the previous night, you both placed everything inside before bidding farewell to your new friend. Closing the door behind him, you sauntered over to the bed and flopped down face-first with a groan. It had indeed been a long day, and it wasn't even past 4pm.

With a sigh, you pulled yourself up from the soft sheets, reaching for the book you had smuggled out of the library. Opening it, you turned to the first page with determination.

"Demon magic, here we go!"

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After All These Years

Chapter Three — The Excuse

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Monday (right after his friends left)

Charlie went to bed feeling happy, despite what happened with him and Tao before dinner. He knew what Tao meant but he just wanted him to be on the same page when it came to Nick. Elle and Aled were supportive, so that definitely made him feel better. 

He wanted to talk about his upcoming date with him, and he knew exactly who would be happy for him AND wouldn’t say anything to anyone. 

(8:55 PM) Charlie - HE ASKED ME OUT 

(8:56 PM) Aled - OMG

(8:56 PM) Aled - i mean i knew he would but still CHARLIE

Charlie told Aled pretty much everything that happened in his life, he felt like he was the person he could trust the most (other than his sister) so he had a safe feeling whenever he shared something with him. Especially when it comes to stuff like this.

(8:46 PM) Charlie - ok but is it just me or does he seem kinda interested in me

(8:58 PM) Aled - kinda? Charlie you have almost been on TWO dates with him

(8:58 PM) Charlie - i don’t want to get my hopes up

(9:00 PM) Aled - i know

(9:00 PM) Aled - don’t worry about it, just enjoy it and don’t say anything stupid

(9:02 PM) Charlie - LOL i’ll try <3

Tuesday

Charlie was feeling overwhelmed with work, and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. Every time he felt like this he would call someone to get his mind to focus on something or someone else, but to be honest, he only had one person in his mind right now.

He pulled out his phone and went straight to his contact list, scrolling down until he finally saw Nick’s name “Should I call him?” He asked himself, feeling how his heart was beating faster just thinking about calling Nick on a random Tuesday. He tapped on his name, getting more nervous by the second “Please don’t pick up, please don’t pi-”

“Hello?” Nick answered his phone, and Charlie couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed by his call. Either way he regretted it.

“Hey Nick, it’s Charlie” 

“I know it’s you, hi” Nick said, letting out a small laugh. Charlie has never blushed so hard in his life.

“Hi” He replied smiling “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m okay, um- I was just really swamped with work stuff” Charlie stared at his desk, going through all the paperwork he needed to deliver to corporate by the end of the day.

“Me too, actually” Nick sighed.

“Oh- Sorry for interrupting you-  I didn’t mean to bother you, maybe we should talk some other time” Charlie stood up and started walking in circles, cursing himself for not asking if he was busy before calling him.

“No, it’s okay, really” Nick’s words were a relief “I think i could use a distraction right now”

“Oh- well me too, that’s kinda why I’m calling you, I hope that’s okay” He asked in a hopeful tone, pulling his chair closer to him before sitting back down.

“Yeah, it is” Nick replied, and this time he was the one blushing “I wanted to talk to you anyway”

“You did?” Charlie started feeling nervous again.

“I did, uh- about our date” Nick stopped for a moment before speaking again, which made Charlie's heart sink completely “Are you okay with not knowing what the date is? Or would you feel more comfortable if you knew what we’ll be doing?”

“Oh-” Charlie was not expecting that “I’m okay with not knowing. Is this a surprise kind of date?”

“Yeah, it is, but only if you’re fine with that” Nick said, just wanting to be 100% sure Charlie was okay with the whole surprise idea.

“I am. I promise” Charlie reassured him “That makes it more exciting, if i’m being completely honest”

Nick laughed nervously, knowing Charlie was excited made him feel a lot of things “Well, I really hope I meet your expectations then” They both laughed “I made a couple of promises after the picnic, I think”

“Oh, how are you gonna top that?” Charlie asked, jokingly. 

“I've got my ways” Nick replied “I think you’ll like it”

They talked for another hour, but didn’t even realise it had been that long until Nick heard a knock on his door and someone asked him if he would order something for lunch. They had to hang up but Charlie almost didn’t mind, they had so much fun and he had to go back to work anyway.

Charlie decided to eat his lunch at his desk, making up for all the work he didn’t do because he was talking to Nick. 

That phone call left Charlie’s mind running for the rest of the day. They had talked before the Valentine’s date happened, they were already friends but it was different now, and they were both aware of that. And it wasn’t a bad different, and even though that was scary for Charlie, he still wanted to have this.

Wednesday

Nick and Charlie’s date was on Friday, Charlie had no idea what they were doing and the week was going so slow he felt like it had been years since Nick asked him out, even though that happened just a couple of days ago.

He decided not to call Nick today, he didn’t wanna seem desperate or annoying. And although Nick would never think that of Charlie, he didn’t wanna take any chances.

Instead he focused on finishing as many reports as he possibly could, he didn’t wanna have to stay late on Friday if he fell behind on his work. He was glad he did, cause for some reason this week the workload was worse than ever before. 

As the workday was coming to an end, Charlie felt like his head was about to explode. He didn’t stop for one second and he was mentally and physically exhausted. He was incapable of thinking about anything work related and just wanted to go home. 

With 30 minutes left of his shift, he decided to just drop everything and relax for a bit, scrolling through instagram, checking out some of the pictures Elle and Tao posted from their Valentine’s Day trip. He then started thinking about how he didn’t have a single picture of his Valentine’s Day, and if it would be inappropriate to take one on Friday. But his thoughts were interrupted by a notification. 

(4:34 PM) Nick - This character from the ad I just got looks just like you 

(4:34 PM) Nick - Attachment: 1 Image

Charlie involuntarily smiled before opening the message. Nick sending him random stuff was a different level of communication. Once he opened the picture and scanned the character, he didn’t think it looked like him. Actually, he didn’t look like him at all.

(4:36 PM) Charlie - WHAT it literally doesn’t 

(4:36 PM) Charlie - you’re only saying that cause he has curly hair and blue eyes

(4:37 PM) Nick - And dimples, that definitely looks like you

“He has seen my dimples?” Charlie wondered, feeling like a teenager almost kicking his feet. 

Thursday 

Charlie was starting to stress over what he was going to wear on their date. He had nice clothes and all but not knowing what they were doing made it really hard to put an outfit together. And he didn’t wanna show up underdressed or overdressed. 

When he came back home from work he went over his closet what felt like a million times, pulling out a few things and putting them back in when he didn’t find a way to properly style them “I’m sure it’s not a big deal” He thought, trying to take some pressure off himself “But what if it is?”

He didn’t wanna ask Nick about it, he didn’t wanna ruin the surprise he had planned for the night. So he decided to wear something close to what he wore on Valentine’s Day, not lazy but also not too over the top.

Feeling a little silly and overprepared, he left his outfit perfectly laying on the chair next to his bed, ready to be worn the next day. 

He actually felt better doing this, knowing he won’t have to worry about that five minutes before leaving gave him some sense of calmness and control over the situation. Looking forward to something (especially a date) made Charlie more anxious than he would like to admit.

Friday

Finally. After a million years, the date was finally happening. 

The day went by quicker than any other day. Doing everything he could to stop his mind from feeling nervous and anxious about later that night. But also checking his phone every ten minutes to see if Nick had tried to contact him at all. He hadn’t.

As the time of the date was getting closer, Charlie was feeling even more nervous, and in a desperate attempt to distract himself he decided to call Aled. In Charlie’s eyes, Aled always knew what to say. 

“Hey” Aled picked up with a happy tone “Everything okay?”

“Hey” He replied “Yeah I’m fine, how are you?”

“I was just about to leave, I have new sound equipment I need to pick up before the store closes” Aled said as he walked out to the parking lot “Are you nervous about today?” He asked Charlie.

“Oh don’t even mention it, I’ve never checked the time so much in my life” He said laughing in embarrassment.

“So how did this happen anyway?” Aled asked curious, since Charlie never got to tell everyone the story of how things actually went.

“What? With Nick?” 

“Yeah, obviously”

“Well, it wasn’t like… planned, at all” Charlie told him “I had different plans, do you remember the guy from the bar?”

“Yeah”

“He stood me up, so I was driving back home and Nick just called me to borrow a game”

“Borrow a game?” Aled asked, confused.

“Yeah, i don’t know” Charlie said “He asked me about a game I bought one time i ran into him at the store, it was really expensive too cause I guess the Spider-Man game on release day is like exclusive or something”

“Spider-Man game? Charlie, you don’t even like superheroes”

“Ugh” Charlie grunted “I just didn’t want him to think I was following him so I grabbed a game and he got really excited when he realised what game it was” Charlie admitted “He even stayed there to talk to me for a little bit”

“So you bought it, of course you did” Aled said, almost in a sarcastic way “So he called you on Valentine’s Day to borrow a game?” He asked, putting a few pieces together “Sounds like he just needed an excuse to talk to you”

“What? No, he just wanted to borrow a game” Charlie said, brushing Aled’s theory off.

“Maybe. Did he tell you when he was giving it back?”

“Well… He went to my house the next day to give it back but I told him he could keep it for longer” Charlie said “I’ll probably tell him to keep it forever, I know I will never play it anyway” 

“So he used the same excuse twice? You can’t possibly be this oblivious”

Charlie didn’t say anything for a moment, he didn’t think Nick was using the game as an excuse, he knows Nick likes video games and Marvel, so it made sense that he just wanted to play it. But on the other hand, it did seem a little weird he was ready to give it back the very next day, and casually asked him if he was doing something. But Nick did say he would be too busy to play so… who knows.

“Is that why he was there on Monday, before we arrived at your house?” Aled had the suspicion that Nick was the one behind Charlie.

“Yeah, he also asked if I was doing anything but I had to say yes cause you guys were coming to dinner” Now Aled knew for sure.

“Charlie, you can’t keep denying this” Aled said, happy for his friend “He definitely likes you!”

“STOP, I can’t think that right now, not when I’m literal hours away from seeing him” He replied, 

“Okay, I’ll stop, but he definitely does” Aled heard Charlie giggle on the other line “Hey, and don’t worry about Tao. You don’t have to feel pressured to tell him about it, if this is your thing then that’s ok, and if you wanna keep it for yourself and Nick I think you should. Just know that doesn’t make you a bad friend”

Charlie smiled at Aled’s words, he loved the insight he always gave him, no matter what was happening with him, he always seemed to be able to read deeper into the situation and make him feel better about stuff. 

“Thanks” He genuinely was thankful “I love you”

A couple of hours later Charlie was entering his home, walking through the main entrance and up to his room, going straight for a shower. He hadn't talked to Nick but they agreed to meet at his place at 7, so he had a little time to get ready before he got there.

After doing everything he needed to, he stared at himself in the mirror, checking out his outfit and for the millionth time, wondering if he should change into something else. Even if he wanted to, it was too late now. He heard the doorbell, which made him scream inside. Charlie ran to the door, trying to fix his hair one last time before opening it.

“Hi” There he was, standing in front of him with a little blue box on his hands. 

“Hi” Charlie smiled.

“You look great” Nick was smiling at him so widely Charlie though he could throw up.

“Thank you, you do too” He laughed nervously looking at Nick blush at his words.

“Are you ready?” Nick asked, putting one of his hands behind him.

“I’m ready”

A/N: thank you sm for reading <3 hope you liked it!

[angstyaches]

Hi!! I'm the anon who asked about what Shayne and Charlie's tummies/bodies look like and I am so giddy at your answer!! Thank you thank you... it's so sweet how much you've thought about this and the level of detail in your reply was so wonderful.

Here are a few more headcanons I have about these boys... that you can ignore/refute/whatever you'd like haha

- When Charlie's stomach growls, it's pretty loud! The kind that people around him would notice. And he gets embarrassed or flustered about it, but in sort of a good-natured way; it doesn't absolutely humiliate him or anything. Because it's a k!nk thing for him, it's definitely not his favorite thing to have happen in public.

- Shayne's stomach is usually on the quieter side but!! sometimes will be vocal enough that people (read: Charlie) will notice. Shayne would be totally horrified if anyone he's not close to heard it but finds it pretty embarrassing no matter who hears. He doesn't fully understand why Charlie seems to like hearing it, but knowing that he does helps Shayne feel less embarrassed when Charlie does happen to hear.

- cw for body image on this one (mild!). I imagine that Charlie has pretty good body image- maybe has some good days and bad days as everyone does but generally doesn't mind his body/appearance. And I know that Shayne's food hang-ups mostly come from his past and the notion that he shouldn't take up space or need food, and less from a place of bad body image, but I imagine that relationship with food/his body and his proclivity for stomachaches has led to some tough body image days. Especially if his belly is kind of soft at the bottom! Seems like that would be hard for him sometimes!! But Charlie thinking it's super cute helps him a little 🖤

Those are some headcanons for now!! Going to start signing off as 🐊 croc anon:)

Thank you for all of your writing Flick, your stories bring so much joy!

Hey, friend!! Thanks for sticking with me 🖤

You're so right, Charlie's stomach growls really loudly when he's hungry, and he gets flustered about it but in kind of a tongue-in- cheek way.

And it depends on the crowd, but yes, it being a kink thing for Charlie can definitely make it feel a little awkward sometimes!

Your Shayne one is so right too, particularly if we're talking about hunger growls. Not crazy loud, but with the vampires around, it may as well be lol

Although, if he's a combination of starving and stressed/anxious, that's when Shayne's belly will start to really make itself known!

In terms of appearance, I actually always imagine Charlie as being fairly confident! He likes being tall, and he's gotten just enough external reassurance (i.e. girls trying to chat him up before realising he's only into guys) to know that he's got a nice face lol but yeah, occasionally his depression will break through all of that and make him think otherwise.

In my head, since Shayne's body dysmorphia centres on the fact that he has a body with needs, I imagine he doesn't have the space to worry/care much about how it looks, at least in the current part of the story. But yeah, I'm sure he would definitely get insecure about it if he gave it too much thought!! It's something that would come up at some point in the story, for sure.

But honestly, as he starts to come to terms with himself, Shayne always feels better when he sees how much Charlie lights up when he touches his stomach, or how peacefully he sleeps when he uses it as a pillow 🖤 (it's also because of Charlie that Shayne reaches the point where he's comfy wearing crop tops)

[theshelbyclan]

Castle in the Sky

Summary: You’re the daydreaming sibling of the Shelby’s, but when the adventure spills over into real life, it’s not as great as you’d imagined

(Gif by @nofckingfighting​) A/N: A sweet anon requested: can I have request please Something like this Tommy was very protective over y/n and she gets hurt by one of the bad guys and sees blood on her face now all bruised but Tommy wants revenge Omg if you do so thank you so much for my request! ❤️ Huge fan of your works!This is set around season 1, back in the good old days when the only real enemy was Billy Kimber, remember those days? So easy… anyways, hope you like it J Words: 2933 ***

You were only nine when you started as a bookie’s runner for the Peaky Blinders. Nothing about this was special, half the kids of Small Heath worked for them, but there was just one difference: the Shelby’s were your brothers. It was a good job in many ways, because it meant not only being able to help your brothers, but people were inclined to give you a bit extra, just for being a Shelby. You imagined they thought it good luck.

“Y/N, take this to the other side of town, will you?” Tommy requested as he sat hunched over a newspaper. You protested a little, “Why me? I’ve done all of mine for today…” “This one’s extra, alright?” “Who is it?” you could never hide your inquisitive nature. But you only showed it around your brothers; to the rest of the world you were just quiet and practically invisible. He smirked slightly, “Someone who’ll pay up big. That’s why I need you to do it. Can’t trust any of the other kids not to steal…” “I have some homework to do, Tommy.” At thirteen, you were still at school, which was a minor miracle in Birmingham. “Tell you what: if you just do this one job, I’ll get you magazine you’ve been talking about, eh?” now he looked up and met your eyes. “Book, Tommy,” you smiled, “You might have heard of the concept? It’s a little like a magazine, a little like that newspaper, but with more pages? Some find it challenging, but once you get used to it…” “Alright, little miss know-it-all,” he grumbled without malice, “Go on, take the slip, make sure he bets all. Off with you. Stop outsmarting your old brother, eh?” He winked to make sure you were comfortable and you returned it with a big grin. “Where?” “Digbeth,” Tommy’s nose was back in the newspaper, “behind the Golden Dragon.” ***

As you were walking through the streets of Small Heath on your way to Digbeth, you were daydreaming. In a way it was strange just how different you were from your brothers, because the entire Shelby clan was very realistic, trying to make their way in this hard world, where you would rather pretend all day you were the main character in some story. The books you read, it was all an escape to you. So while you were walking, the people and factories disappeared. In your head, you were walking through the woods, on a secret mission that your king gave you. With the top-priority letter in your pocket, you remembered what he’d told you before you left: “If you get caught, eat the letter. If they capture you, make sure to be brave and never divulge its contents to anyone. And if all else fails, you must make the ultimate sacrifice. But remember, you have to memorize the contents of the letter first…” Wouldn’t it just be easier to memorize it now and destroy the letter immediately? You pondered on the matter… In the distance, you could see the mountains and the towers of another kingdom, and you knew your enemies were near. Without anyone noticing, you put a hand to your pocket and could feel the reassuring rustling of paper underneath your fingers: the letter was still there. If it would come to a fight, how would you go about it? If there were just one man, the small dagger in your boots would suffice. If it were two, you’d distract one, maybe by throwing the veil you were wearing, quickly turning around to kill the other and then back to the first one before he had time to recover. If there were more than three, you’d run, because you were the fastest after all. You’d get to higher ground and attack them from there, like a deadly shadow they could never see coming. As you smiled to yourself, you left the daydream for a short moment. You looked down and saw the muddy shoes you were wearing, marching through Birmingham mud. In the distance, all you saw was smoke and factory pipes. But it was honestly all you needed: your imagination did the rest. The real world barged in when you delivered the slip in Digbeth. Everything went smoothly at first. Your big brown eyes persuaded him to indeed bet big, and you were quite satisfied with yourself, knowing Tommy would be too. But you still had to walk back with a lot of money now in your pocket.

*** Almost home, there were only a few streets to go. Your head was back in the clouds and this time you were imagining you were a spy during the war. Silently, you moved through the streets, making yourself invisible and pretending every man wearing a hat was the enemy. So each time you saw one, you changed directions or hid for a second. It was a fun game, until you realised the enemy wasn’t wearing a hat. “Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing on the streets, all by herself?” A man with a heavy Cockney accent popped up next to you and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. In your dreams, you always knew what to say, but in reality it wasn’t so easy. The man approached you and you noticed he’d cut you off from your one exit out of the alley, “It’s Y/N Shelby, isn’t it,” he grinned. “No,” you managed to say, “you got the wrong girl.” He grinned again, “Nice try, sweetheart. We’ve seen you at the Garrison. They don’t allow little girls at the pub, unless they’re a Shelby.” This was all true. You felt your hands getting clammy. “Tommy sent you, didn’t he?” Again, you tried to remember what the hero in your stories would do. She’d run, climb the building and then throw a knife right between the eyes of the man. Or she’d say something clever, just to distract him, and then turn around and escape when he least expected it. He took another few steps forward and you could smell him now, a smell of strange smoke and the river, “Do you know who I am?” Nailed to the ground, you shook your head. “I work for Mr. Billy Kimber. Ever heard of him?” You turned to see if you could escape, but then realised the other side of the alley was blocked by two more men. Neither of them were wearing hats. Cold sweat of fear ran down your back. The man in front of you started laughing, “There’s no running, sweetheart. Just give it to me.” At once you realised he was referring to the money in your pocket, but for Tommy’s sake, you wanted at least to try to be brave, “I don’t have anything.” He sighed, “Don’t play with me. I’m not the kind of man to play with, and neither is Mr. Kimber,” his voice was suddenly low and menacing, “Your brother thought he could, thought he would get away with fixing a race, he did, and now he’s going to be put against the post and shot. Don’t think I won’t do the same to you.” You gulped, but still thought of Tommy’s disappointment in you when he would find out you’d been a coward. So you took a deep breath and said softly, “It’s not yours. This money is ours. You can tell Mr. Kimber to go fuck himself!” It didn’t come out as strongly as you’d hoped. Like a crack of thunder, he swiftly slapped you across the face with the back of his hand. All the air was knocked out of your lungs in a second and you stood gasping for air, as you felt some blood trickling down your chin. “Give me the money,” he demanded again. And then, like your heroes, you pretended to reach for it in your pocket. Suddenly, you turned around and started running into the other direction, hoping to slip past the two men before they could stop you. But it didn’t work. One grabbed your arm and when you tried to push him away, he punched you hard. All strength left you in an instant. The second one started fumbling in your pockets and instinctively you kicked him, which earned you another blow to the head. More punches followed and your head was spinning. As you looked up to the sky, you remembered wanting to get back home, to your castle, where all was well and safe.  In the end, they left you on the ground and the money was gone. Your last thought was: Tommy is going to be so embarrassed. 

*** “Y/N?” You opened your eyes, but couldn’t see for a moment. “Y/N,” the familiar voice repeated, “Come on, yes, let’s get you home. Polly, Polly will know what to do, yes…” Strong arms lifted you up and rocking with his familiar limp, Curly carried you back to Watery Lane. When he’d taken you into the kitchen, Aunt Polly flew to your side in seconds, asking, “What’s happened?” Uncertainly, Curly explained and as he did, he started to become upset over your state. That’s when Tommy came in and started to calm him, while keeping an eye on you all the time. “Sweetheart,” Aunt Polly had taken a cold cloth to the cut in your lip, “Wake up… Come back to us…” Again you tried opening you eyes and you finally managed this time. But all your concern was with Curly, who was still anxiously fidgeting with his cap in hand. “Don’t worry, Curly,” you croaked, “I’m alright now. You did good, carrying me here.” “Polly will know what to do…” he kept on repeating. Tommy put a hand on his shoulder and it had an immediate calming effect, “It’s alright, Curly, go back to Charlie, eh? We’ll take care of her now.” Before he left, you said to him, “Curly? I’ll stop by tomorrow, see about that beautiful horse of yours, alright?” That put an immediate smile on his face, “Yes, she’s a beauty, alright… And she needs her princess to ride her! Back to that castle in the sky…yes…” When he’d gone, you lowered your head again and sighed deeply. Carefully, you felt your face and only then realised how awful you must look. “Who did this,” Tommy demanded at once. Polly glared daggers at him, “You did, I presume?” “Me?” “I told you again and again not to use the little ones to run errands. Sending them across half of Birmingham with money in their pockets, and look what happens!” For a moment, Tommy seemed to be speechless. Then he protested, “They’re invisible, Pol. Nobody knows they’re carrying anything.” “This one did,” you interjected, “because he knew who I was.” “How?” “Said he was with Kimber,” you whispered as the memories came back to you, “said he’d put me up against a post and he’d shoot me, like he’d do with you…” In a sudden fit of rage, Tommy grabbed a chair and flung it across the room. Polly snarled at the gesture and then turned to you, “Stay here. This cloth is cold, keep it against your eye, or it’ll turn black in half an hour, and I can’t take you to church looking like that. I just need to have a word with your brother.” You took the cloth and didn’t dare to look at Tommy, who was now being taken away by his aunt like he was ten years old again and in trouble. Aunt Polly closed the door behind her, but you still tried to hear as much as you could. Most of it was lost, but when they started shouting you heard bits like “putting your little sister in danger!” and “this is Billy fucking Kimber, Thomas” and “family first”. At first Tommy protested with “I didn’t know they knew her” and “Kimber is getting weak”, but eventually he shouted out in defeat, “I fucked up, alright? I’ll fix it. I promise.” When they came back, Tommy looked like a dog that’d just been kicked. So he retreated into a corner and started smoking, still sulking a little. Aunt Polly lifted your head up by placing a finger under your chin, “You won’t look pretty for a week, but it’ll heal.” You shrugged, not caring about being pretty at all, and muttered, “I feel like an idiot…” “Why?” your aunt demanded, “because big men decided to go after a small girl?” Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes, as you admitted, “Because I wanted to be brave! In my stories I’m pretty and strong and the hero, but in reality I’m just like a mouse. No one notices me and I’m useless…” “Sweetheart,” Polly softened her voice and crouched down next to you, “Just because you can’t fight like Arthur or John can, doesn’t make you useless. We’re all stuck here, in Small Heath, and there’s nothing pretty about that. But you reading all those books? That’s what’s going to make this easier. You can pretend, and that’s worth more than you’ll ever realise.” You smiled back at your aunt, who always knew what to say to make you feel better. “I’m off to the chemist to get you some powder against the pain,” she kissed the top of your head, “I’ll be right back, love.” After she’d gone as well, you sighed again and dropped the cloth. Her words mattered, of course they did, but it didn’t change the fact that you weren’t happy with yourself at all. For starters, you still couldn’t bear looking at Tommy. “Y/N,” he grumbled, which convinced you even more he was angry and disappointed, “Tell me what they looked like.” “They didn’t wear hats…” Impatiently he waved a hand, “Apart from that. What else?” “I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it all happened fast, Tommy. They had that accent that Kimber has as well.” “Fucking Cockneys…” your brother breathed. “Tommy?” you tried carefully, “I’m so sorry, but I lost the money. I tried to keep it. When they asked I told them to fuck off and then I tried to run and even fight, but they still took it. I’m so sorry…” He held up a hand to silence you and locked eyes with you, “You told them to fuck off?” “Yes, but it didn’t help…” “You actually told them to fuck off?” he frowned, “Usually you’re too shy to even say anything to strangers…” “I was angry,” you explained, “and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Tommy walked over to you and much to your surprise, he was smirking, “So you told them to go fuck themselves, and then you fought them?” “Yes?” “Did you hit any of them?” You thought about it for a second, “I think I kicked one in the balls and hit the other in the face.” His grin grew even wider and he mumbled to himself, “Wait ‘till I tell Arthur about this…” “Why?” you protested, “So he can laugh at me as well?” “No, sweetheart, he’ll be the proudest brother ever. His little sister, who everyone thinks is a little mouse too scared to do anything? She fucking hit a grown man and told them to go fuck themselves. Now that’s a hero in my book!” His laugh was contagious and you had to join in. But soon you became uncertain again and asked, “Are you not upset I lost the money?” “The money’s not important,” his face grew serious again in an instant, “but you are.” “Really?” you whispered. “Yes,” he took your face in his hands, “Listen, Y/N, this is what’s going to happen: Billy Kimber threatened my little sister, so I’m going to put himup against the post, and shoot him.” “And then what?” “Well, what usually happens in your books? Maybe I could learn something from them, eh?” A warm feeling of being appreciated for who you were came over you, “You’d take his kingdom and his skull would be put up on the gates, as a warning for all future enemies.” “That’s fucking dark,” Tommy raised one eyebrow, “But I like it.” “Me too…” you smiled at your brother. “I mean it though, Y/N. Kimber touched you, so I’m going to shoot the bastard. I won’t let anyone fucking go near you again.” And just like that, you felt safe enough again to continue dreaming. *** A few weeks later, everything had turned to chaos, both in the Shelby household as in the whole of Birmingham. Tommy didn’t speak to anyone of what happened to you, he hadn’t even apologized, but he wasn’t like that. He told you he’d fix it, promised you revenge, and that was even better. When the men were counting minutes in front of the Garrison and Billy Kimber’s army arrived, you were sitting at home with a book. You couldn’t really concentrate, because you knew there were too many of them. You pretended some angel would appear to save them all. There’d have to be no bloodshed, because this angel would be on your brothers’ side. That angel came in the form of your older sister Ada. She’d always had flair. In the end, only two bullets were fired. You listened to them both. One killed Danny Whizz-bang. The other killed Billy Kimber. Nobody knew, but as Tommy fired, he didn’t have business on his mind.

As he aimed, he saw his little sister’s face, all bruised and battered.

He whispered, “for Y/N,” and shot.

Bang.

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Masterlist

[callmehopeless]

Is body image stuff too much for a request? A few months ago I had to get some emergency dental work done, and in the in between stage, I looked in the mirror and thought, "Well, now I look as ugly as I usually feel." - Hubby told me not to talk like that, but I figure Reader might need similar reassurance.

Here you go - have some of this. I hope it helps. <3 I'll do it ft Charlie, because he's a pain, but also a soft boy.

TW: Depression references, angsty

"Get up."

You don't.

You stir, amongst the blankets and the unwashed sheets - but you're not even close to getting up.

How dare he even ask it of you?

You burrow back into the pillows - body feeling heavy, eyes baggy and stinging with salt. Not quite tears, but...different, somehow. You swear these eyes were easier to break open, once.

His calloused fingers drift onto your shoulder, and he's not one to swallow so hard - but he does, all the same.

He sucks the inside of his cheek; hand squeezing on the sheets.

"What is it?"

He wants to fix something vague. Something not quite described to him - ethereal, when it sits in your muscles. Tightens in your chest. Why do you wake up, some mornings, heavy and dark and aching?

A nondescript feeling. Oddly painful in the way it constricts over you - flattens you, as you stir and hope the sunlight will kiss you into something better.

"Go shower," you tell him, your dry tongue finding the top of your mouth as you wrap your arms around yourself, "I'm fine."

I'm fine.

I'm fine, you've learned, is a form of punctuation.

A full stop. It invites nothing - no beginning, even as Charlie's brow creases. Something warm traces down your cheek, and...those are tears, somehow. You'd forgotten it, maybe.

Forgotten that crying is painful. It aches; a tight ball in the bottom of your throat.

Dear God, but did it always ache like this?

"I'd rather stay with you," he tells you, with no uncertainty. "If that's what you want."

His lips find your forehead, and you're groggy. Aching, under the weight of this, as his plush lips imprint something meaningful onto your hairline.

Silent. It's quiet, here, as you shake in his grip.

He kisses your forehead, and you snake around him; and the silence breaks, little by little, with the sound of you hitching on a sob.

"I love you," he tells you, "more than anything in the god fucking damned world."

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Hii can u do a imagine abt like the reader and vinnie got into a fight bc of the rumors going around abt vinnie and nai and she saw the paparazzi picture too with nai and vinnie and nai is kinda touchy to vinnie (the reader and vinnie are secretly dating) and the reader hang out with larray and charli and dixie and she keep thinking abt the fight so she kinda had a bad day and when she came home she said this to vinnie “ I know you are mad at me but I had a really bad day so can we pause the fight for 5 minutes I need a hug “ with Vinnie plss thank youuu!

*Picture's not mine*

As long we got each other - Vinnie Hacker

So I changed it up a bit, hope that’s okay with you☺️ Thanks for your request, so sorry for the wait. Enjoy 💜

Warning : a Little bit of angst

Word Count : 1.3k

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‘’ TikTok stars, Vinnie Hacker and Nailea Devora were seen hanging out at Saddle Ranch with other known creators. The pair has been spotted a lot together recently, hanging out and posting videos together. Their fans has been shipping them and –“ you closed the tab, sighing.

You were watching one of Hollywood Fix’s latest video while Vinnie was in the shower. You could feel your blood boil into your veins at the newest gossip. You got tired of hearing all these rumors about your boyfriend. It was your choice to keep your relationship a secret, not wanting people to come after you for dating one of the most hyped TikToker to ever be.

You were quickly making a name for yourself and you preferred laying low with Vinnie, scared of people cancelling you or calling you a clout chaser. He understood and respected your decision, even though the only thing he wanted to do, was show you to the world. Vinnie was madly in love with you, to say the least, showering you with his affection any time of the day. He often stayed at your place, liking the calm and the intimacy the two of you could have, it was far different from the Hype House.

“Earth to (Y/N)” a voice startled you. Looking towards the bathroom, you were met with a dripping Vinnie. He was leaning against the door frame, drying his wet hair with a towel while another one sat tightly against his hips.

“What?” you asked rather harshly, making him put both his hands up in defense

“Whoa there, Tiger. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

“Nothing”

“I know you baby. Something is bothering you, I can tell. Talk to me” he approached you, sitting next to you, on the bed.

“Are you and Nai sleeping together?” you asked looking directly into his eyes

“Wh-what? Of course not, I’m in a relationship with you, I would never do that”

“Well maybe, she should know because she’s all over you.” you responded, sighing loudly.

“She’s just my friend (Y/N), nothing more” he said putting his hand on your right knee, before you got up swatting his gesture away.

“Really? You always go out with her, everyone is talking about you and I’m getting tired of it. You take her out like the both of you are in a relationship” you said getting frustrated

“I don’t take her out, we all go as a group. Plus, if my girlfriend wasn’t so ashamed of me, maybe she’s the one I would take out” he got up, turning his back at you, heading towards his dresser to grab some clothes

“I’m not ashamed of you, don’t change the subject Vinnie. You know why I want to keep our relationship a secret”

“Then stop giving me bullshit about going out with my friends, I asked you a bunch of time to come and you always deny my offer. Going out to lunch as a group doesn’t mean people will think we are together.” He sighs before covering his upper body with a white t-shirt

“You know damn well, girls who hang out with you always get hate, Nai is probably the only exception. You said you respected my decision”

“I do respect your decision, but it doesn’t mean I have the same opinion. I just want to be with you and show you off (Y/N). It’s difficult for me too.” He said turning to face you, his eyes burning into yours

“It’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting the hate” you responded aggravated with the conversation

“You’re not going to get hate (Y/N), and even if you did, who cares? It doesn’t matter as long as we have each other”

“Arghhhh, you don’t get it” your voice getting louder, grabbing your bag turning around marching towards the door

“Where are you going?” he asked you dumfound

“Out, we’re both clearly angry with the situation, and I prefer to leave before one of us says something we would regret.” You said, exiting the room leaving Vinnie speechless and fuming.

You had gone to join your friends, trying to change your mind from the argument you just had with your boyfriend. Hanging out with Larray, Charlie and Dixie for sure helped, but they could see you were not your normally bubbly self.

“You sure everything is good girl?” Larray asked you, looking worried

“Yeah (Y/N) you seem off today” Charlie emphasized while sipping on her iced coffee

“Oh euhm yes, everything is okay. I don’t know I’m just tired I guess” you responded giving your friends a small smile trying to reassure them.

After a day filled with shopping and paparazzi following you around, you decided to head back home, feeling exhausted. You wiggled your keys, unlocking the door, stepping inside, dropping your many bags on the floor before making your way to the living room plugging your cellphone. It had notified you earlier, indicating your phone was out of battery. A few seconds passed, before it rang multiple times, a bunch of text messages and missed calls coming through, most of them being from Vinnie.

“Where are you baby?”

“I’m sorry, can you please call me back”

“(Y/N), I’m starting to get worried now”

“I saw you were out with you friends, I know you’re mad at me baby, I’m sorry, I love you”

You sighed, contemplating whether to call him or not. Before thinking twice, you dialed his number, the phone ringing a couple of times before hearing his deep voice

“(Y/N)?” he said, his voice sounding worried

“I know we’re fighting right now, but I had a really bad day and I need a hug” you said on the verge of tears

“I’ll be right over baby” he responded before hanging up. You went to change into some comfier clothes and washed your face before you heard a knock on the door. You went to open it and the moment you did, two big arms engulfed you in a hug. Your head found its way into his neck, breathing in his scent.

“I needed that” you mumbled, detaching yourself slightly as you looked into his eyes.

“I love you, you know that” he said his eyes burning into your soul making you close the gap between the both of you, going in for another hug.

“I’m sorry about the argument. It was stupid of me to accuse you of being with Nai”

“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you, I shouldn’t have. I don’t want you to worry about other girls, you’re the only one for me” he said kissing the top of your head

“And I respect your decision to keeping our relationship on the low. I’m just so in love with you and I just want to show you to the world, but I know it’s selfish of me to think this way” he sighed pulling your body away from him, only standing a few centimeters from each other. You pecked his lips, before smiling softly at him, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion

“Let’s go get ice cream” you said out of the blue

“What?” he said laughing lightly

“You heard me, let’s go get ice cream, together, as a couple” you took his hand dragging him out of the door

“You sure about that? I don’t want to pressure you” he said stopping you and bringing you closer to him

“Vinnie, I’m willing to go out with you in public, dressed like this and holding your hand and you’re questioning me?” you asked smirking at him “You were right earlier, I’m not afraid as long as we got each other”

That night you and Vinnie went to get ice cream a few fans snapping pictures of the both of you hand in hand smiling at each other, both your names soon trending on the internet.

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-K