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All Too Familiar - Haz/bin Ho/tel

Third instalment of the oneshot series

In which the King of Hell gets caught off his guard, and things go a little... haywire for him.

Lucifer Morningstar, of all people, should have been well accustomed to all the little inconveniences Hell had to offer. The droughts, the violent storms, the unbearable heatwaves, the frequent three-a.m. turf wars between factions of squabbling Sinners - at this point, nothing should’ve caught him off his guard anymore.

But somehow…

“HehH- IEHHT’Sshhew! HehEIITSHhh- ’IESHHhiew! Hh-hhAHDT’schHEW!”

Those random days when everyone - well, everyone in Pride anyway, he didn’t visit the other rings enough to know otherwise - suffered through terrible allergies at the same time, always managed to take him by surprise.

He’d woken up that morning with a nagging itch in his sinuses, and it had scarcely let up since.

However he could at least be thankful he wasn’t sick, and that his magic still worked - he had a feeling the duck-patterned handkerchief he’d conjured wouldn’t be his last.

“Hgh- uhHEHT’SHhEW—! Oh- agh, fuck…”

He looked in the mirror.

He’d been wearing a pink-striped waistcoat a moment ago.

It was now blue, with a chequered flannel pattern.

“Well, that was never gonna last, was it…?” Lucifer muttered under his breath, giving a brief sniffle to punctuate his frustration as he waved a hand to change his waistcoat back.

He steeled himself as he walked down the stairs, preparing to face the inevitable teasing from Alastor - assuming the greatly depressing radio host was even downstairs. Knowing him, he’d probably be waiting this out in his tower so no-one could see him losing his precious composure.

Lucifer had to hand it to Alastor, he often managed to be more prideful than the literal Sin of Pride himself.

Besides, he didn’t have to stick around the hotel’s other residents for long - he just had to grace them with his presence at breakfast and then he could lock himself in his workshop so they didn’t have to bear witness to his suffering…

“EGHHKT’schheew!Ohhh, shiiit-!”

… or his control over his powers slipping; he felt the air around him shift, and opened his eyes to discover he’d teleported across the hallway.

He let out a long, frustrated sigh.

He was considering just skipping breakfast when he saw Charlie and Vaggie heading down the hallway, holding each other’s hands.

The king frantically straightened his top hat and bow tie, before turning to face them.

“Hey, Dad,” Charlie gave a shaky smile, one that was mirrored by her father as the both of them tried not to hitch.

To very little avail.

“Hh-ihh… Hiiet’ISHHhiw! Hp’TSHHIIEW-!” Charlie ducked into her elbow, turning to the side away from her beloved.

“EhHEH— MMFffsshuhh-!” Lucifer pitched forward, muffling the harsh sound into his hanky.

Vaggie squeezed Charlie’s hand tighter, letting her know that it was okay.

Lucifer looked wildly around him - and was relieved to find that he was still standing in the same place he was two seconds ago.

“Bless you both,” Vaggie said, her face pulling into a sympathetic half-wince.

“Thangks,” Lucifer looked up a little, “You guys look comfortable.”

“I sugge- Hhk’gt-! Excuse me, suggested Ch- hihh… Charlie and I- ihHngk’sht! - go upstairs and- hht- and- Higkt’shh! Sorry- snf-! And relax,” Vaggie managed. The words had barely passed her lips when she started hitching again, and curled in on herself for another set of quiet, barely-stifled sneezes.

“Oh, Vaggie,” Charlie tutted, putting a hand around the fallen exorcist’s shoulders.

“Sounds lovely, Char-Char,” Lucifer said fondly, “What’s everyone else doing?”

“I told everyone to just try and be comfortable,” Charlie explained, ignoring the distinctly warm feeling at the back of her throat, “I hope they’re not finding it too hard to deal- wihhhith- Ehh’tshhHIIEW! Ngh- oh, crap!”

A thin, golden flame had slipped out on the tail end of the sneeze.

Lucifer couldn’t keep himself from giving a soft chuckle, even as he brushed off the small scorch mark on his jacket.

“I am so sorry!” Charlie’s voice cracked, “I- I never usually do that—”

“Don’t apologise,” Lucifer’s laughter caught in his throat, trailing off into a fluttering inhale, “hHhIEH—TSHHhhew! Snff- EighHHTISHH’yiieww!”

Charlie and Vaggie took two steps back as Lucifer bent in half, sparks of heaven-light bursting forth and disappearing just as quickly.

He definitely heard the overlapping blessings from the parlour, and flushed a golden hue for a moment.

“Oh, gosh, excuse mbe,” Lucifer blinked tears from his eyes and gave a damp sniff, “I might just go to the workshop so I don’t- huhh… HEGKXXT’chhew! Ugh, so I don’t set the curtains on fire…”

Lucifer’s workshop was every bit as chaotic as the fallen sovereign himself.

His desk was painted white with a gold inlay, and had a few stray bits and bobs on it. A Newton’s cradle with miniature apples in place of the balls, a rubber duck wearing a replica of Lucifer’s own top hat and cherub-esque rosy-cheeked smile, and a faded, framed picture of himself and the other six Deadly Sins.

Satan was all but glaring directly into the camera. Mammon had his arms folded and looked deeply disinterested. Leviathan’s two heads were side-eyeing each other. Belphegor had her eyes closed, a tranquil look about her. Asmodeus had a relaxed, content look on his face, while Beelzebub, grinning widely, held two fingers up right behind Ozzie’s head, giving him bunny-ears for the picture. And at the front, standing while most of the others sat to level off the height difference, was Lucifer, eyes wide behind glittery shades with gold-tinted lenses.

Lucifer cracked a small, reminiscent half-smile at the photograph.

He wheeled his red and gold office chair over to the desk, and sat down, spinning in it a few times for good measure - and immediately regretting how dizzy it made him feel, when the effects of the centrifugal force combined with the pre-existing light-headed feeling that his drawn-out fits had brought upon him.

He cradled his head in his hands for a moment.

“Okay, let’s see…” Lucifer grabbed a pen, tapping it on the desk rhythmically, slowing to a stop when his breath heaved once more—

“HhEH- ASHH’hieew! KTSCHh’hiue! EIT’SHhhHUE! Ohhh, mby fucki’g God…”

Lucifer sniffled a few times, letting out a weary “mghh” and throwing his head backwards in frustration.

Ten thousand years, and he didn’t think he’d ever fully get used to this.

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snzysimper · 5 days ago

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Bless you, Bunny Man (FNAF)

Ugh my first fic in a DAMN long time. My first proper one at that. Welcome my number one HMO back to the stage: William//Afton! Just a heads up, Elizabeth is in the fic very briefly but is not associated with the fetish-y part of it in any way. Also ignore the title, I legit had no idea what to name this cos in my Google doc I quite literally have it labeled 'cbpw draft' so I just named it off of a line in the fic TwT

Word Count: 2.2k

TLDR:

Your boss has been acting strange. After listening in on a conversation he has with a friend, everything begins to make sense.

|| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate you keeping whatever rude comments you have to yourself||

It’s never good to overwork yourself. Despite this, some insist on getting everything done within a very short amount of time. You’ve been working at Circus Baby’s Pizza World for a while now and you’re starting to get the hang of things. Everyone is friendly and the place is always full of laughter.

Well, almost everyone.

Even during your job interview, the owner of the establishment wasn’t exactly the friendliest guy. It was clear that he was focused on his work. Everyone else seems to have mixed feelings about him.

“Don’t let him get to you. That’s just how he is.”

“He’s always creeping around. He’s sort of off putting.”

“He’s pleasant enough.”

“He’s always been like that.”

Regardless, you have neutral feelings toward him. He hasn’t done anything particularly off putting or creepy. But he most certainly hasn’t gone out of his way to make you feel welcome.

Although on occasion while you’re doing maintenance on an animatronic, especially Circus Baby, he’ll appear seemingly out of nowhere and begin to go into very heavy detail about her programming. Although to most it may seem like he’s just running his mouth in a “look-how-smart-I-am” sort of way, you quite enjoy listening to him talk about his creations. Even if some of his inner mechanism choices are…questionable.

As an assistant mechanic, all you have to do is some maintenance work on some of the animatronics. Ballora is your personal favorite. You could sit for hours and watch her dance, listening to her calming yet eerie music box. Oftentimes, you can be found doing exactly that when you have free time.

On occasion you see his daughter, Elizabeth. She can’t be any older than 5 years old. She seems to wander around the place while her father is working. She is the average preschooler: rambling about various things, full of energy, and sticky from all sorts of sugary snacks. Elizabeth seems to have taken quite the liking to you. Despite all of this, you don’t mind her company.

However there is one thing in particular that she often comes to you for: wanting to see Circus Baby. That’s another thing several people had mentioned about the owner:

“He’s always so hard on his daughter. The poor girl just wants to see Circus Baby.”

And today is no exception. Only this time is a bit different…

You have finished your work for the day and can either pick up extra tasks, walk around and help out with parties or enjoy some free time. Your responsibilities aren’t too much to manage: you head in at 6:30 to help with opening which includes routine morning maintenance on the animatronics, checking stage lights, security cameras and other similar tasks. The place opens at 8:30 and you have time to do just about whatever you want until you are needed for something.

Sure, it’s a bit mundane but you’re getting paid for it. Besides, you get as much free soda and mediocre pizza as you could ever want. You spend most of your time backstage watching the animatronic show from behind the curtain.

You are sitting in your usual spot behind the stage in Ballora Gallery when you hear the familiar footsteps of a small child. You smile to yourself, wondering what story she will have for you today. “Hi Y/N!!” Elizabeth runs up and gives you a hug. “Hi Lizzy.” You hug her back. “You seem to be in a particularly good mood today.” She smiles brightly, showing her one missing front tooth. “Yeah! The tooth fairy came to visit me last night for the very first time and I got a dollar!” You laugh. “That’s great, you’re becoming a big girl now.”

Elizabeth stops for a moment. “But I think there might be something wrong with daddy.” You turn your attention away from the stage and face her. “What makes you say that?” She looks at her feet, fidgeting with her skirt. “Well, I went to say hi to him and he was asleep at his desk. When I woke him up and asked him if he was ok he picked me up and put me on his lap. He even let me hug him and draw on a piece of paper on his desk. When I turned around to show him my picture, he had fallen asleep again. I didn’t wanna wake him up so I just sat there for a while in his lap until he woke up.”

You think for a moment. You chuckle, patting Elizabeth on the head, smiling. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Maybe he didn’t sleep well last night.” This seems to be enough to satisfy her. She smiles. “Oh, that makes sense.” She begins running the other direction, waving goodbye. “Bye Y/N!!” You smile, waving to her as well. “See you later Elizabeth.” As your shift comes to an end, you grab your bag and head for the exit. It is only then that you see your boss for the first time that day. You smile. “Hi Mr. Afton.” He looks at you blankly. “Hello.”

He’s never really one for conversation. He usually seems focused on his work. Every time you see him in his office he seems to be looking over blueprints. Specifically for Circus Baby.

“I made her for my daughter,” he had once told you. “For her birthday.”

“That’s amazing,” you stand, in awe, admiring the red haired clown in pigtails. While doing maintenance, you noticed a few odd choices in her inner mechanisms, such as a large empty tank in her torso, but you decided not to question it.

Despite not expecting him to say much of anything in the first place, you can’t help but notice what Elizabeth had pointed out earlier that day. He does look tired- more tired than usual. The dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than they usually are. His already pale skin somehow seems even more drained of color. Maybe you were right earlier in thinking he hadn’t slept well the night before.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” You decide it’s best not to mention what Elizabeth told you earlier that day. He probably wouldn’t be too happy with that. He nods. “’night.” Elizabeth follows happily behind him, hugging her Circus Baby plushy. “Bye!” You smile and give her a hug. “See you later.”

The next day is just about the same routine. After doing your daily tasks, you go back to your usual spot behind the stage of Ballora Gallery. It’s Tuesday, which means Elizabeth is at daycare. Lost in your thoughts and the sound of the ballerina’s music box, you jump as someone radios you.

“Hey, something’s up with Funtime Freddy. Can you go check him out? We’ve gotten all of the kids out of the auditorium.”

You pick up your walkie talkie and radio back. “Sure. I’ll be there in a second.” You shove the rest of your piece of pizza in your mouth and head over to Funtime Auditorium. Once you make your way over, there is another mechanic standing by it. “We got complaints from several parents about the animatronic’s faceplates opening suddenly and an odd mechanical screaming noise coming from him and scaring the kids. I did a factory reset but nothing I tried seemed to get the face plates to close.”

You walk up to it and examine it. “Alright, I’ll see if I can figure something out.” The other mechanic smiles. “Cool, thanks dude.” You smile. “No problem.” After about an hour and a half you finally manage to get the animatronic bear and his bunny friend back in working order. After announcing that the auditorium was now open again, kids rush back in, excitedly laughing and yelling.

Everytime maintenance is done on an animatronic, you are required to report it to the owner. You walk to your manager’s office, expecting to see him working on blueprints as usual.

You knock on the door. “Mr. Afton?” As you open the door, you notice him sitting in his chair with his arms crossed. He has his head down. Is he sleeping again? Cautiously, you walk over and gently tap his shoulder. “Sir?”

Almost instantly, he jolts awake. You flinch slightly, a bit startled. When he looks up and sees that it’s just you he groans, rubbing his eyes. “What is it?”

His voice sounds a bit hoarse. He also appears to look a bit worse than yesterday, one main difference being that his face is slightly flushed. How strange.

You clear your throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” You take out a form that you filled out reporting the maintenance done on Funtime Freddy. “Freddy broke down and I have the report on what I did so that you could look at it after closing.”

His eyes look a bit glossy and he seems to have zoned out briefly. “Alright. Just put it on the table. I’ll get to it.” You do as you are told and turn to face him again. He’s laying with his arms folded on top of his desk and his head down.

Against your better judgment, you decide to bring it up, mildly concerned. Despite the little you know about him, you know that it’s not in his nature to act this way. “Sir? Are you alright?”

The man grumbles something in response, lifting his head. “I’m fine. Anything else?” You divert your eyes away from him, not wanting to push your luck. “Um, no sir.”

“Good.” He puts his head back down. You quickly scramble to leave the room but making sure not to seem overly eager to leave.

Once outside of the office, you sigh. Something definitely isn’t right. You lean against the wall and slide onto the floor, wanting to sit down for a moment.

While you are sitting, you can hear him from inside, talking to someone.

“Henry this is the second time you’ve called me, what do you want now?”

“William, you need to go home.”

Your curiosity gets the better of you, especially since he seems to have the call playing out loud. You sit quietly on the floor listening intently to the conversation.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve told you I’m fine.” William sniffles audibly. “Will, I saw you last night. You looked awful. And you sound like hot garbage.” Both men are beginning to sound annoyed with each other. “Henry, you always worry too much about me. I’m not going to sit around at home all day because of a cold.”

The man on the other end of the phone groans. “You’re being a stubborn ass again. You always are. You overwork yourself to the point of damn near passing out.” William grumbles something under his breath. “It’s called being-”

The man stops mid sentence, his breath hitching quietly. “hM’ptTChh!!” William groans, sniffling. “It’s called being efficient.” Henry chuckles, sounding exasperated. “Bless you.”

“Shut up, Emily.”

William sniffles again. “Besides, think of your kids. You wouldn’t want them to worry about you, right?”

“Oh, screw off. You, snDFF!!, you know my eldest son despises me. Evan and Elizabeth are the only ones who would even remotely care.” His breath hitches again, although he appears to be trying to fight the inevitable. “eh hEH-!!” He turns away from the phone, hoping to keep the other from hearing him.

“Oh please, you know Elizabeth loves you to death. She would lose her mind over the thought of her father not taking proper care of himsel-”

“hD’TCh’Uuh!! Ugh, damn it.” William sniffles wetly. “Bless you, bunny man.” William’s voice changes to one on the verge of genuine anger. “If you’re quite finished antagonizing me, I’d appreciate you letting me get back to what I was doing.”

Henry laughs. “Oh come on. You know I’m joking. I’m just glad you’re not sneezing all over the springlock suits. You’d be dead where you stand.” William sighs. “Thank you for remind- eEH’DTCh’EUGh!! Ugh, sNDFF!! Thankg g’you for rembindig m’be,” the man adds sarcastically. The man on the other end chuckles. “No problem, old friend.” William groans, hanging up the phone. “God dam’bit…”

Seeing as you have been sitting there eavesdropping for at least the past ten minutes, you scramble to stand up and run back towards the party rooms, not wanting to be caught. Once you get back behind Ballora’s stage, you sigh, sitting down on the floor.

Yeah, that was definitely a conversation you weren’t meant to sit in on. After taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you stand up and head into the back to get another piece of pizza. As you lean on the counter eating your pizza, you can’t help but long for the end of your shift. Which is unusual, because you really do love your job. You’re just afraid of someone finding out that you were listening in on a…less than professional conversation the boss was having with his friend and co-owner of another establishment.

As the day finally comes to an end, you and the other’s finish closing tasks and lock the doors as you head home for the night. As you see William locking the door, you decide to try your luck.

“Um, good night Mr. Afton. Feel better.”

After a good two or three seconds of silence, the man gives a small smile. “Thanks. You too.” He turns and begins walking away. You are…astonished to say the least. You didn’t think he was capable of smiling.

Holy shit.

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