#Dark!Stolas AU fic

[kazoimp]

I did some fanart for squizzarolli's beautiful martyr series because it has me in a chokehold

[chaifootsteps]

we now have a Stolas bashing tag on A03! idk why it took so long, maybe no one was tagging that before

side note, it surprises me that writers have to put 'bashing' for stories that just literally address how he behaved in the show. Stolas is demonstrably selfish and petty yet writers sometimes feel the need to call it like an 'evil Stolas AU' or 'dark Stolas AU' just so fans don't jump down their throats when like

no, the last episodes have proven he just is self centred, mean and petty with an abuser's selective memory; we've gone way past plausible deniability for 'innocent misunderstanding' when his reaction to Blitz chewing him out for stuff he did is to avoid considering if Blitz has a point then spend all episode treating him like he's seriously wronged Stolas for expressing his feelings.

it's not the fandom's fault Viv is so bad at writing a sympathetic character that she made him the most dislikeable one in the entire show

also side note, it's impressive how many writers I'm seeing say some variation of 'I liked Stol1tz but the last two episodes have killed it for me'. like no one wants a ship where Blitz is expected to be a doormat for the meanest creature in all of Hell. or at the very least they want to see Stolas address some of the things he did wrong

even some of the fans who are the most likely to give Stolas way too much grace here are getting turned off by how Viv is going about this. even if they're buying all the retcons Viv shoved in to make him look better, they know the story still doesn't sit right as it is now. and I hope they ask for more from the story if Stolas doesn't address his wrongs or the writers do it in the most insulting way possible. now more people are seeing what I saw from the beginning of s2 I hope they stop settling for the bare minimum from Viv

the ones that make me saddest are the fix-its where the two talk and Stolas has an actually modicum of emotional maturity to see things from Blitz's perspective. this is the Stolas the fandom thought existed because the show kept insisting it was the case

yet every time Stolas has had the chance to prove he's that person, he's bungled it and proven himself not just void of empathy but vindictive and spiteful on top of it. I fell off Stolitz a long time ago but I know how much it would suck if the writers did that to one of my OTPs.

It's sad that it's reached a point where a character people had such high hopes for, that used to be half of an OTP for a lot of them -- myself included -- now has a bashing tag and an audience who increasingly wants to see him dead, but the Stolas we saw in Apology Tour just isn't a character worth hoping for anymore. I'm glad all those richly deserved fics have somewhere organized to be.

[ittybittyimpsagere]

Itty Bitty Imps: Masterpost!

Book 1: Itty Bitty Imps: Complete

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-Father knows Best: Itty Bitty Imps Pt 2: Complete

(Takes place after exes and ohs)

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Music Playlist for the fic

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-Chapter 9

-Chapter 10

-Chapter 11

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-Chapter 14

-Chapter 15

Itty Bitty Imps Part 3, Millie Knows better: In progress

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Itty Bitty Imps Pt 4: Hurt, Coming soon

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Itty Bitty Imps Part 5, Everything will be okay: Coming soon.

(Takes place during S2E6-7)

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Itty bitty imps part 6

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One-Shots and ficlits:

-One-Shots

-Biting

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-Epologue for IBI

-A surprise for three littles

-Ozzie the babysitter

-A little meeting

-Sleepy time (coming soon)

-Sleepless night (coming soon)

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-Notes/Info: Classification AU: Members in hell are forced to take a classification test that determines what they are:

-Neutrals

-Caregivers

-Littles

And occasionally you’ll get a special classification such as: Babysitter, leader, Guardian, and even pet regressors.

For especially Imps and Hellhounds, (the lowest beings in hell), their results have everything to do with their future.

That’s why some imps had learned to cheat the system…

Blitzø being one of them.

Classifications:

Blitzø❤️: Not officially little, classified a neutral after cheating on the test

Stolas 💜: Caregiver

-Fizzarolli 💚 Little

-Asmodeus 💙 Neutral/ Guardian

-Millie ❤️🔥 Guardian

-Moxxie ❤️🩹 Neutral type: Poet.

50%Pet Regressor, 50% Little

-Loona 🖤 Caregiver

-Sallie Mae❤️‍🔥 Guardian Middle regressor

-Octavia 💖 ???

-Littles info:

Blitzø: Little Age: 1-5

Fizzerolli: Little Age: 5-8 ???

Moxxie: Little age: 0-4 ???

???: Little Age: ???

Sallie Mae: 8-15

???: Little Age: 4-13

⚠️Warning: This story is not all fluffy and cute, this story is more about healing childhood trauma, and healing the inner child by accepting help and accepting regression as a coping therapeutic method. (there’s plenty of hurt/comfort and cute fluff, but that’s not all it is) in these books we will be discussing dark topics like child abuse, sexual abuse, death, emotional abuse, PTSD, depression, struggling in life, suicidal thoughts, toxic relationships, and even hating one’s own regression and dealing with the hardships of age regression.

Also, it's not written to be accurate to cannon. A lot changes with the plot and characters.

So...yes, I know that's not how it happened on the show... and It's probably never going to align with the show. #SorryButNotThatSorry

⚠️ More specific character notes:

-Ozzie and Fizz

-Stolas and Blitzø:

-Stolas and Blitzø part 2: Coming soon

-Millie and Moxxie: Coming soon

-¿¿¿, ???, And ¿?¿ Coming soon.

-Verosika

-Striker and Stella: Coming soon.

Sally mae

-Dm me if you'd like to be part of my Taglist ~Feel free to ask questions, share ideas, or request something!~

[storyweaverofgondor]

Helluva Hazbin Fic Recs

Long Fics:

Numb by Murrielberries (Helluva Boss) Summary: Stolas is before the Goetian council to get his divorce approved, but when Blitz is called to the stand, things don't go exactly to plan.

This one broke my heart and filled me with joy.

Sadistic Tendencies by SilverWolfDemonGirl (Helluva Boss): Summary:Experiencing the thrill of dominance over someone is not something you can often get as an imp in Hell. Even if you happen to be a superior breed. So while trying to retrieve his gun, Striker targets Moxxie again. And it does start as an afterthought. Really! But even if it's not a well known or acknowledged fact, Moxxie isn't actually an easy prey. And too many rejections can drive a man into obsession.

This one is very intense and i loved every minute. Also, Moxxie-centric! Which is really fun!

Wicked Old Soul by BunnyBight (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: When Val loses Angel to the gambling overlord but makes sure Angel believes he simply didn't want him anymore. Angel is left devastated and unsure of what his new life and master will be like.

Currently my favorite Overlord Husk AU. Lots of angst. Lots of Whump. Lots of Fluff. Lots of smut (blushing face emoji). Can go from the most tooth-rottingly adorable domestic fluff to the most awesome dark whump ever.

Wing Fics:

Wing Maintenance by Anderseeds (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: Alastor thinks Husk's wings could use some grooming, and he elects to assist.

Poor poor Husk. Alastor is so evil in this, i love it!

The Care and Keeping of Homo Angelus by Princeliest (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: Lucifer is very aware that certain aspects of personal grooming tend to go out the window for him on bad days (or weeks—or months). He does his best to keep up with it—he really does! It's just that the more visible things like his hair and clothes get priority, and by the times he realizes what a disaster his living space has become, or even worse, his wings...

Lucifer POV. Husk and Angel friendship. It is so sweet and whumpy and funny. I love it!

Something Nice by Just_A_Fan1 (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: Angel wants to do something for Husk to thank him for being a friend. Husk ends up teaching him how to groom his wings.

This one is very appropriately named. it's so cute!

Other:

You Can Learn Again by Acewithapaintbrush (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: A late night talk between a spider and a king reveals that Lucifer has a very loose understanding of boundaries when it comes to meddling in other sinner's businesses.

One of the best HH fics in my opinion. It is awesome and intense. I love it so much.

The jester can't sleep by VentiWind (Helluva Boss): Summary: Fizzarolli's mechanical limbs are a great help, but they aren't always perfect.This night Fizzarolli can't get any sleep, his prothetics bothering him to the point he can barely move. Asmodeus tries to help his boyfriend feel better, But Fizz struggles to open up to him fully.To pass the night, the both of them will have to learn a lot about trust and boundaries.

Very sweet and whumpy fic focusing on Fizz.

you're my Angel, baby by lesbesbean (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: Alastor is bothering Husk a bit too much to Angel's tastes. Time to step in.

Adorable Huskerdust.

put my head above the water; these flames are getting hotter by HearJessRoar (Hazbin Hotel): Summary: Husk knows that Angel understands. It doesn’t make him feel any less pathetic.

Fantastic Husk Whump and Caring Angel Dust.

@tending-the-hearth

[writing-in-sin]

KAISHIN FIC IDEA: DEMON!KAITO AU

I've been really into Helluva Boss as well as Alastor from Hazben Hotel lately and it got me thinking to loosely based a KaiShin fic idea on some of the lore from the two shows

one of the demons in the shows' lore is that of Sinner demons and when i first saw Alastor, i couldn't help but think of how a dark!Kaito might resemble him. plus, the lyrics to Alastor's song 'Insane' is so incredibly badass that it became a big inspiration for the idea

here's the song that helped inspired the idea:

as well as the specific lyrics that made me want to see a different sort of dark!Kaito:

I don't belong among the angels, and baby that's just fine with me

I promise honey, I can feel your pain. And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit, does that make me insane?

Haven't been the same since I expired. Doesn't mean that I plan to retire

dont have anything concrete yet but maybe Kaito was killed with Pandora in his possession or the only way to completely destroy Pandora is through a dark sacrifice because no human, witch or otherwise, is powerful enough to destroy the ancient jewel

either way, the end result is Kaito dying and gets dragged down to Hell to be reborn as one of the most powerful Sinner demons

like, he's now literally the Sinner in White

on how KaiShin could reunite, it could happen while trying to take down Snake's faction of the BO. the DC gang could be in trouble with no escape until Kaito pulls a Stolas which is literally summoning himself topside by manipulating corpses to draw his summoning circle with their own dead blood. to make it even more on the twisted romance side, the circle would be drawn under Shinichi as he lets Kaito possess him

beyond that, i'm not sure where this would go because honestly? i just love the idea of demon!Kaito who's darker but still retains his morals....just greatly twisted now

anyway, thanks for reading this far!

[marithlizard]

Fic recs: Helluva Boss

Haven't seen any rec lists on here yet, so here's 10 of my favorite Stolitz fics on AO3, in no particular order.  Tagging @fangirlforthewin for encouraging the idea.

There's so much great stuff being written over there that it was seriously hard to choose.  If you’ve got your own list of favorites I’d love to see it!

1.  Soaked and Sullen by  IchijouKenichiro and  mckittericks Those two are terrible at talking about their feelings, but I've rarely seen them avoid it as entertainingly as they do in this one-shot about a reluctant group vacation with their daughters.

2. Should We Voyage Far by audiopilot Would I have thought a Western AU would work? No. Did it?  Spectacularly.  Blitzo spends most of his time living alone in the woods, haunted by the past, until a traveler shows up wanting to rent a room.  I can't say enough about the grim atmospheric beauty of this one.  Complete with a sequel in progress!

3. if you could only see the beast you've made of me (held it in but now it seems you set it running free)  by Helpneedmorefanfics Not sure if it's true in canon, but I do enjoy the idea of Blitzo being not merely good in bed but good with ethical BDSM and teaching Stolas the ropes (pun intended).  This one-shot about the charged and complicated sex after "Truth Seekers" is hot enough to fry an egg on.

4. you were raised by wolves and voices; every night I hear them howling  by Helpneedmorefanfics The best kind of horror is rooted in dark emotions that the audience can't help but feel sympathy with.  Stolas...has a lot of those.   Another gorgeous one-shot.  (Also you want to read their entire oeuvre, trust me.)

5. The Mating Habits of Imps by AjWriter Lots of clever story ideas from this writer (not always happy, mind the tags). I picked this one because Stolas finding ways to make a wary Blitzo feel content and safe despite himself is just catnip as far as I'm concerned.

6. One Time by slinkinginshadows  Progeny by Paperbackedbastard  Taking Responsibility by AshInTheWind I was going to skip all the megapopular fics because they're easy to find, but then it seemed silly not to include these great continuing mpreg sagas. If you're in the mood for warm and fuzzy (mostly) family-building, they deliver.

7. Echoes by LovelyZelda Alternating between the past and the events of the show, adding so much bittersweet depth for both Blitzo and Stolas, this one is just a gem.  I love everything LovelyZelda has written but Echoes is my favorite.

8.  Before the Thunder Rolls  by Novaeris This take on the "Real Fast" night is excellent, but this author has so many good stories I almost had to roll a die to make myself choose one and I’m still wibbling even now about whether to swap it with “Dusk till Dawn”. 

9. The Awkward Neighbors Saga by AsagiStilinski I've gotten way more invested in this ongoing well-done human AU than I ever expected to.  RadioDust and Fizz/Ozzie (what's the ship name for them?) as well as Stolitz, with a particularly moving backstory for Blitzo and Loona.  

10.  Broken Laws of Attraction by agentstarling If denial is a river in Egypt,  Blitzo thinks he's an expert sailor. He is not. And this one-shot is a delicious shipwreck.

[lifea16]

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for revival au :3

OHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Gonna yapp about every small decision in *this person has been deleted* now (which isn't self evident by reading it)

1. The title

You mentioned how foul the title was in your tags, Well, that was fully intentional

I like being a poetic little shit about titles, at least the titles which I actually publish the fic with

The title of *this person has been deleted* is a pun, and was inspired by two main things

The main motif of the fic, of Blitz having deleted every text in his and Stolas' chat, as some attempt (In all Stolas POV Revival AU fics this is gonna lead to major angst every time)

..Y'know... Blitz intentionally put himself 6 feet under (Tryna dance around suicide like it isn't the main focus of the revival AU)

So, a *this message has been deleted* message, plus a person deleting themself, equals *this person has been deleted*

2. Lonna's text

I wrote Loona's text with her POV chapter in mind, This part especially-

“I honestly don’t wanna believe this either, and I know this must be tough for you,. So no need to come… But it’s the least you could do imo”

Okay... Ya the extra comma before the full stop is intentional

Loona was also going to add ", especially since you were one of the causes" since she honestly partially blames Verosika and Stolas, But she knew that saying that would have been to harsh especially in a presumable time of mourning someone both she and Stolas cared deeply about. But she hadn't deleted the comma from it while backspacing

The 'imo' is because Loona was trying to make this conversation more casual, aka to lighten up a dark situation. Like how I often use 'lol' while talking about something personal and trying to lighten up the mood

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Wow I love yapping on the smallest details in my fics don't I (rhetoric)

@speakofthedebbie

[bella-goths-wife]

Lost boys dads au as songs

This is just a silly little thing about songs that remind me of the relationships in my lost boys au with reader

If you enjoy please like, comment and reblog, feel free to send in requests that you want me to write <3

Dwayne

You are my sunshine- Christina perri

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away”

I imagine Dwayne singing this to you to get you to sleep, especially at a young age because he sees you as one of the best things in his life

Slipping through my fingers- abba

“Sometimes I wish I could freeze the picture, and save it from the muddy twists of time”

This song reminds me of Dwayne watching his child grow up and become distant from the boys because of all the trauma they put the child through

Dear theodosia- Hamilton

“I'm dedicating every day to you. Domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart And I thought I was so smart”

I don’t know why but the amount of adoration that Dwayne has for you is similar to this song

Marko

Cigarette duet- princess Chelsea

“It's just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad Honey, don't you love me and you know it makes me sad? It's just a cigarette like you always used to do I was different then, I don't need them to be cool”

Interlude: I’m not angry anymore- paramore

“I’m not angry anymore, well sometimes i am. I don’t think badly of you, well sometimes I do”

I think reader would hold a lot of resentment towards marko after he would constantly defend the others actions and would tell your secrets to David, but they would feel guilty about their resentment because of markos manipulation. They eventually just become numb to Markos actions

Paul

When the party’s over- billie eilish

“Quiet when I’m coming home, and I’m on my own. I could lie, say I like it like that”

Reader always knew that Paul loved partying more than them

All I wanted- paramore

“All I wanted was youuuuu”

It ain’t me- Selena Gomez

“Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the mornin'? Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's wakin' up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the mornin'?”

David

Class of 2013 - mitski

“Mom, would you wash my back? This once, and then we can forget And I'll leave what I'm chasing For the other girls to pursue”

I know it’s more for mommy issues, but my version of David is very mommy coded

Family line- Conan gray

“Oh, all that I did to try to undo it, All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn't clueless

(Someone who loves you wouldn't do this)

All of my past, I tried to erase it, But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but

(We are not the same)”

Daddy issues- the neighborhood

“Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you, I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too”

Max

Mocking bird- Eminem

“And if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird I'ma give you the world I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird don't sing, and that ring don't shine I'ma break that birdie's neck I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with dad”

Beautiful boy- John Lennon

“The monster's gone, He's on the run and your daddy's here Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Beautiful boy”

Star

You will be okay (stolas lullaby)- annapantsu

“As the stars start to align, I hope you take it as a sign that You will be okay, Everything will be okay”

Cover me in sunshine- pink

“Cover me in sunshine, shower me in good times”

James (bad boy fic boyfriend)

Cherry pie- warrant

“She's my cherry pie, Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise. Tastes so good, make a grown man cry, Sweet cherry pie, oh yeah. She's my cherry pie, Put a smile on your face, ten miles wide. Looks so good, bring a tear to your eye, Sweet cherry pie, yeah”

Masochism tango- Tom Lehrer

“Let our love be a flame, not an ember ,say it's me that you want to dismember. Blacken my eye, Set fire to my tie as we dance to the Masochism Tango”

Saccharine- jazmin bean

“It's sweet like saccharine. What I do to have you sitting here next to me. Looking at you makes me wanna gouge out my eyes. Bloody surprise Like cherry pie, will you be mine?”

Baby I’m yours- arctic monkeys

“Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky. Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry, In other words, until I die”

Faith (new character coming soon)

Take me to church- hozier

“"We were born sick", you heard them say it, My church offers no absolutes, She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you, I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well”

Iris- goo goo dolls

“And I'd give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, And I don't want to go home right now”

I wanna be your girlfriend- girl in red

“I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath”

Gods and monsters- Lana del Rey

“You got that medicine I need Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God, we don't get along”

[hazbincalifornia]

I'm eager to get to the CM au fic when I'm finished with OT, but I hope it doesn't get painted with a broad stroke for the fact that the 'dark/monster version of batb' thing is literal. Stolas has almost no conscious control of his feral form, which is how Blitz gets pregnant.

I'm using the 'Stolas turns back during the night of the full moon' variant, but that also will mean he realizes exactly what happened, and things aren't going to be pretty for the first few of those, between how sick/guilty he feels and how angry/scared Blitz is of him.

I have a reason for pretty much all "problematic" content that I include in my stories (much of which remains on tumblr for easier tagging purposes) and here, the theme of being a monster and finding a reason to keep living after being broken is a big part of it.

(IE: The reason both Stellaluna and circus Blitzo engaged in lots of teen sex? They're both desperately craving attention and feeling they're worth something, plus it gives them power when they feel like they don't have any, though that external validation can't fill that hole.)

It's frustrating sometimes to see 'You can only engage with problematic themes if it's for a good reason', and then when there IS a reason it's never good enough. I was an english major and 'engaging with why an author uses specific themes' is literally lit 101.

Anyway. I watched that vid people are praising and thought it was p good, (albeit way less about HB than I expected) but seeing people praise a video abt 'bad gays are good' and then seeing some of those same people turn around and decry fiction for being too bad sure is ironic.

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Ooh! Fun!

Favorite color: pink

Favorite flavor:chocolate

Favorite genres:indie/psychological/body/transformation horror, musicals, meta humor/horror and dark parodies of superhero media

Favorite music:usually fan songs about media I like but also musical songs and emo music

Last song: (listening to it right now) Just Look My Way (stolas lament) by Paranoid DJ

Last movie:uhhh… I don’t really remember but I’m gonna say Mel gibsons the fatman during the week of Halloween

Last wip worked on:I don’t really do wips but I just did a casrai short story for my Of Mutants And Monsters au last night

Currently reading:nothing at the moment but I just finished the fourth closet graphic novel recently

Currently watching:mostly watch YouTube vids but for actual shows, I’m currently watching moon knight.

Currently working on: trying to pack to move to Japan, studying for a microbiology test and finding motivation to make a full fic out of catim/catdr

Tagging: @sonicranger1 @youwishyouweregay @morikothehalfangel and anyone else interested

Tag people you'd like to get to know better!

Tagged by @agirlinsearchof (thank you!)

Favourite colour: Red

Favourite flavour: Salty/savoury

Favourite genres: Sci-fi, fantasy

Favourite music: Alternative rock, video game OSTs or my Christmas playlist

Last song: Christmas Bells by John Gorka, from A Winter's Solstice III

Last movie: Guardians of the Galaxy

Currently reading: The God Key by Simone King

Currently watching: Yu-Gi-Oh! GO RUSH!!, The Owl House, The Orville, Dead End: Paranormal Park

Working on: Applying for a college program in video game design, starting a Twitch livestream

Tagging @ina-bon @friendlyphantom @violent-kurumi @xxcureangelxx @lilbreck @edgytrashvamp @melancholicdesire @purpletsuki @yuzukimist @pendulum-sonata @pendulum-summon @curiositybox @lost-in-horrorland and anyone else who wants to!

[vizowrites]

I love you guys so so much <3 <3

Soooooooooooooooo so so much.  <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

[chaifootsteps]

Okay so, a while ago when Exes and Oohs dropped, I conjured up a dark as hell "Arranged Marriage" Stolitz AU, and then forgot to share it with you. So here it is!

(It's less of an "arranged marriage" AU, and more of a "holy fucking shit this is so fucked up" kinda thing. Content warning for... all of the stuff a darker arranged marriage AU usually implies.)

In this AU, Paimon acts quite similar to Crimson, though in this case the roles of Stolas and Blitz align with Chaz and Moxxie respectively. Basically, Paimon finds out about Stolas's tryst with Blitz. No shit, because he was being completely obvious about it. It's not like Stella blabbed or anything-- Stolas was just so upfront about it without any fear of repercussions, that pretty soon the whole Are Goetia knew. And this, obviously, is pretty bad for them. Not only does it make Paimon look bad for raising an Imp-fucker (and, in their eyes, having ENCOURAGED it since he was the one that got them together originally), but it also makes the whole Ars Goetia look weak as a whole.

Paimon needed to find a way to fix this, and fast. Even if Stolas was still under the command of the Ars Goetia, he can't exactly get Stolas to just-- not fuck an Imp. So killing Blitz is out of the question, as that's just kicking the can down the road. Allowing Stolas to be so obvious about it any further risked the reputation of the Ars Goetia as a whole, so the solution was simple, in his mind. A solution that would keep Stolas from being stupidly open about the relationship, but also keep Stolas from going to another Imp.

Without much fanfare, Paimon kidnapped Blitz.

It was so, so simple. Imps were practically the lowest on the food chain. They already had servants, hell, Goetia's already had pet Imps. Cute little things they could carry around in a purse. So what did it matter if one was a little bigger? So what did it matter if this one had a business? Paimon was killing three birds with one stone; he was keeping Stolas from making a fuss, he was keeping Stolas from going to another Imp, and best of all, he was securing the safety of Stolas's Grimoire.

The arrangement was simple. Blitz would live locked away in Stolas's palace, and act as a glorified pet. He could not leave-- that would bring them too much attention. Stella was already practically living with Andre at the time, so they didn't need to worry about her pitching a fit over it. After all, Octavia was already born-- no harm in just letting Stolas have his little plaything all to himself. And, to be honest, I could even see canon Stolas being happy with his arrangement. And wouldn't, in his eyes, Blitz be happy too? He no longer needed to fight for scraps. He no longer needed to risk his life. Now he could live, pampered and loved, as Stolas's little plaything, wrapped in his golden chains.

(Man, that got dark. Uhhh, let me think of a happy ending real quick! Striker notices Blitz is missing and, with M&M's help, rescues Blitz and decapitates Stolas. Better? No? Okay sorry)

This is excruciating and so painfully plausible it's chilling. You just know that Stolas would absolutely be happy with this arrangement, that he'd call Blitzy "darling" and paw his face without his consent and tell him how perfect their lives are going to be now that they can be together all the time. Anyhow it's safer here, and change is just what we're used to, and if Blitzo got too loud about wanting to leave, Stolas would probably be the first to remind him that Blitzo was the one who broke in to steal his grimoire, so really, Blitzo put that chain around his own neck...

This feels exactly like pilot and Murder Family Stolas's logical, terrifying conclusion and I hate that we didn't get that. If I didn't have a thousand things to do, I'd write a fic about it myself.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Spinelluva Hotel AU: Spinel Hugs Princess Charlie (2022)

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Credit for Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivziepop & Spindlehorse

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar 

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I did write a little Prologue that well was originally going to be called “Spinelluva” a mix name for the Crossover AU idea.

like taking Spinel and Helluva and mashing them together.

but sadly because of what happen on the stupid computer, I wasn’t able to save it.....I mean I tried to, but it was still acting stupid on me.

the idea about the Spinelluva AU, is that Spinel doesn’t stay in the garden for very long, she stays there for only 5,998X years.

meaning that before it became close to being 6,000 years, she was found in the garden and was taken to Hell.

while in the garden, she finally figured out by having a type of talk to herself, that Pink wasn’t going to come back and that she tricked her into playing a game that would keep her from leaving and going after her.

another part of her that was trying to reason with her that Pink NEVER loved them and tricked them into staying in the garden under a false game that would never end....

the part of Spinel that was trying to get through to her denying self,

was speaking in “Bold Words” while Spinel was mostly speaking in her head and talking out loud and trying to keep herself from believing her dark thoughts words about Pink, up until she finally accepts it.

I might need to try to re-write the story idea again....

I was upset that computer acted stupid on me, guess I should of saved the prologue before I went to sleep, maybe if I did THAT wouldn’t of happen.

and the ones who were suppose find Spinel 5,998X years later,

was suppose to be Little Blitz and Little Stolas.   

and when she is about ready to poof, she explains to the two about it and asks them to protect her gem until she reforms.

the idea that I want to go with, is that when she does reform she still looks like her old self, but some years later during Blitz and Stolas Adulthood.

Spinel looks how she appears in the Steven Universe Movie, when she meets Steven and The Crystal Gems.

 Stolas and Blitz’s Fathers didn’t want Spinel to be close to those two anymore, and feeling hurt by it, she was on her own until she found once again...

and the one who finds her is Charlie Morningstar.

I tried to draw Charlie being a mix of her Original and New Design in this drawing, as well as adding a version of her who is in Imp form.

 Spinel could also know that it wasn’t Blitzo and Stolas’s fault that she wasn’t allowed to see them anymore or play with them anymore, the fault would be their Dads....who I guess could of saw Spinel as a bad influence on the two, but for two different reasons.

Blitz’s Dad could of saw her as too much of a “good influence”

Stolas’s Dad could of saw her as a bad influence who acts too silly and might make his son not take anything seriously and just joke around all the time.

I drew this on August 6, 2022 and posted it on the same Month/Day/Year...

when I do re-write the whole Spinelluva AU idea in fan fic form...

I will post it over at the place that starts with the letter “Q” and then maybe I will post on here as well, maybe...I mean I might post some but not all the chapters on here.

I might just make it a really short story.

 also yes the white on Charlie’s Imp form, has a Clover type design on it...

the Imp form could be what she can transform into, it is more like in Fanon and Crossover AU....

anyway the idea of this Crossover AU, it might only be a few chapters and not that many at all...I was upset at what happen, if I didn’t let my guard down and just saved what I wrote first, before I had went to sleep before, maybe I wouldn’t of lost what I had wrote so far for the Spinelluva...

once again that Crossover AU, was originally going to just be called “Spinelluva” but I decided to add the “Hotel” part because well, I want it to be a Crossover with Steven Universe/Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel.

I’m listening to the song Apologize by OneRepublic.

 you know the one where some of the lyrics goes “it’s too late to Apologize.”

just like how it would be too late for the Toxic-Satanist to apologize to one of my past life selves, I mean some who are Satanist might have some sense to NEVER cross the line....

oh and let’s not forget some of the Toxic-Nuns and Toxic-Priests who aren’t Satanist, but they have done some pretty messed up stuff too...

I wouldn’t be surprised if those disgusting inhuman filth who bring shame to other Nuns and Priests, end up going to the bad place.

 cause there is no way they can repent for the sinful and disgusting actions they done, I mean they make that Toxic-Religious jerk who kept misusing the words “may the lord have mercy on you” at me and making me cry, seem more of a mild toxic and less bad then them.

doesn’t mean I’m okay with what happen with that person, I did try to tell them that they were hurting my feelings, but they kept throwing those misused words at me.

maybe if I told that insensitive Toxic-Religious Butt Head that my blood type is O RH D Negative, that would shut them up and think before they misuse those words.

then again, that might of not help at all....

I’m still procrastinating in checking to see if my blood type will come out O RH D Negative for a third time.

I know that my Mom’s Blood type is O RH Negative, and I had decided that if the test comes out O RH D Negative for a third time, I would fully accept it.

the “D” part in it, I can view it as Determination, you know like from Undertale and Deltarune.

maybe I can try to do that test later tonight or tomorrow or maybe the day after tomorrow, I just need to stop putting it off and not procrastinate with it.

 also I know that not everyone who is religious is like those who end up crossing a line either in a small bad way or in a very bad way that there is no going back from.

is it weird that in the afterlife, I would want to spend most of my time sleeping in a tree like a Nymph...?

anyway this Crossover AU idea, might not become as famous as some Fanon AU, but I’m fine with that and it’s okay I might only make a few chapters that has to do with Spinel ending up in the Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Universes.

some ideas on how Spinel was found in the garden by those who live in the Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Universe, might change a little....

also I might of pointed this out before, but I believe what that Toxic-Religious person did by misusing those words at me, and kept doing so even when I said it was hurting my feelings, that could count as Religious Trauma, or in this case Toxic-Religious Trauma.

and if my pendulum is being truthful about the whole past life thing that had to do with some Toxic-Satanist, then those would be part of Past Life Toxic-Religious Trauma as well.

I think that some forgiveness would need time, and you can’t just force forgiveness when it crosses a very dark line.

it’s like you are being told to do it, but your heart isn’t really into it, because of the damage done to you emotionally or physically or mentally, and I guess for most it will be all three together.

and well I don’t think Spinel should be made to forgive Pink after what she did to her, and plus Steven shouldn’t be made to forgive his Mom either.

some forgiveness takes time, and the very least the other party would have to mean it, and not make it all about them and try to see from both point of views.

if Spinel and Steven want to forgive Pink/Rose, then they would need time to be ready to forgive and fully heal and maybe talk to the portrait of Pink/Rose.

like talking to her by using that portrait, and tell all their good and bad feelings about her, and how they can’t bring themselves to fully love her anymore after finding out the terrible things she has done, and that they hate her for it.

some fans might think she doesn’t deserve to be hated, but some fans can still like her but also disagree with her selfish actions that have hurt not only her son, but Pink-Pearl, Pearl, Her Diamond Family and others who had loved and trusted her.

Steven had a point about Greg being just like her, and if Greg’s parents and Greg himself tried to understand each other and not misinterpret...

maybe Greg wouldn’t of ended up being well not such a great parent to Steven.

Greg still has his good points and still is a good parent, but he was also a bad parent as well...

he didn’t even use that money he got from Marty, to take Steven to the hospital for checkups or hire him a tutor to home school him.

Steven is a genius because he learned from Pearl, Amethyst and Garnet.

Pearl might of not made Steven’s gem or put a fragment of her light into the gem that makes him her son biologically.

but to some fans, she is Steven’s True Mother, and is the first Pearl to experience Motherhood.

I still believe that Greg’s parents wanted Greg to learn self defense, and it’s possible that the reason for the meatloaf he had to eat all the time on certain days, might of to help Greg’s health.

his parents might of made mistakes, but so has Greg.

they just misinterpret each other, and I believe that one or both of Greg’s parents might of suffered from sensitive hearing and well I forgot the name of it, but it’s like you can’t stand to hear very loud sound.

and if Greg kept turning up his music too loud, then it would of really been painful to his Mom or Dad or Both.

and the curfew might of been to keep him safe.

we can still like the positive sides of both Rose and Greg, but we can view them as being both Good and Bad.

sometimes parents do mistake, like when you try to talk to them but they kind of don’t want to listen or think they know everything, and you can’t get the words out at first.

but with luck, that whole not listening can only happen once in a while.

Pink hurting Spinel, wasn’t right and she could of at least been honest with her, but if she hadn’t done that, we wouldn’t seen that side to her, and view Spinel as a victim of her poor actions.

anyway hope some of you like this Crossover AU idea, I think I will wait until tomorrow to try to re-write the prologue again.    

[adult-trash-lord]

Fanfic Links and YouTube

I noticed my page links don’t show on mobile, so I’m pinning this post as a way to find my works. I’ll link each of TOH and Helluva Boss series since those fandoms are likely why you follow me, and my main page at the end along with my Redbubble and Etsy shops. YouTube for AMVs is also at the top.

Youtube

The Owl House:

Non-Series Raeda Fics -  These are the Raeda fics that pop into my head and don't belong to any interconnected series. All can be read alone.

Eda's Requiem Pregnancy AU (S3 Timeline) - A what-if scenario where Eda slept with Raine when they reunited and got pregnant.

Eda’s Dark Past -  A series primarily exploring the trauma Eda faced in her youth and how it still managed to lead to a happy ending. Has some interconnected side plots as well. The fics are all connected but they can each be read alone.

Raeda Week 2022 - Prompt based fics

Give Hunter a Hug -  Stories where Hunter needs a fucking hug.

Owl Family - Stories revolving around The Owl House as a found family unit.

Helluva Boss:

A Waking Nightmare - Groundhog Day AU where Stolas is forced to relive being attacked by Striker until he figures out how to break the cycle. Featuring a spin off from other character's POVs after or during each night and maybe a few oneshots cause my roommate is giving me evil ideas lol.

The Chains That Bind Us - All of my Stolitz soul mate AUs.

A Prince and His Imp - All of my Stolitz one-shots that are otherwise stand alone fics.

Bundles of Joy - Stolas and Blitzø had an oops pregnancy. Follow their new family as they figure their shit out, with some FizzerOzzie on the side and good sister Barbie.

Link to my dash with all stories from all pseuds and fandoms

[trellanyx]

Dark!Stolas AU

I started to send a prompt to @vizowrites​ after reading the latest installment of her Dark!Stolas AU, then realized I wanted to write it instead. lol This is meant to be a direct sequel to Where You Belong. Thanks for letting me play in the sandbox for a bit bb!

Fic Warnings: This is an AU where Blitzo does not want to have sex with Stolas, and only does so in order to have continued access to the grimoire. Stolas has no qualms about using this leverage to keep Blitzo in line, or ignoring Blitzo’s boundaries. Nothing sexual happens in this fic, but if you don’t like reading fics based off this premise, this isn’t for you. Like the title says, Stolas is not a good person here.

“And you,” Stolas said, his gaze flashing back to Striker with a near break-neck speed, flashing in a surge of barely contained power that still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. “While I admire that terribly forceful nature of yours, I highly suggest that you remember just to whom you are speaking. And just to whom you owe your continued opportunities that keep your schedules oh so busy. Which reminds me, darling Blitzy….bring the book with you to our next meeting.”

“Blitzy! There you are, darling.”

Regrettably, Blitzo thought. He placed the book on its usual place on the nightstand and shucked off his coat. Stolas loved it when his favorite toy showed such ‘enthusiasm’, not noticing, or perhaps not caring, that Blitzo’s only motivation was to get the night over with as quickly as possible.

He didn’t know which option was worse.

“Look, can we skip the roleplay tonight? My back has been bitching at me all day.”

Stolas giggled. “Ah yes. Isn’t that post-coital ache just delightful? I know my best mornings always happen when I can’t walk straight.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes. In the beginning, he’d respond to comments like that with something along the lines of, “I hear a good ass whooping produces the same result”, but Stolas always interpreted those retorts as encouragement, and Blitzo eventually stopped bothering. He nodded to where Stolas was decadently sprawled along a twilight-violet chaise. “That the spot you’ve decided on?”

“As thrilling as it is to be the center of such undivided attention,” purred Stolas, “I’d actually prefer we take things slower tonight. It feels like ages since we’ve had the chance to simply…talk.” Stolas’s eyes gleamed scarlet, all four of them pinned directly on Blitzo. “Given both of our busy schedules, after all.”

Blitzo stiffened, feeling his stomach shrivel with a sudden chill of terror.

“Stolas--”

“Sit, please,” said the prince, waving a hand at a matching armchair Blitzo knew hadn’t been there a moment ago. “I’m as eager to receive your glorious cock as you are to give it to me, but another need must be satisfied first.”

The words tumbled out of Blitzo so quickly they nearly slurred together. “If this is about what happened at the office, I swear--”

“I said sit.”

Blitzo’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. He power-walked to the chair, unwilling to risk finding out what Stolas might do if he thought Blitzo was taking too long. But Stolas only giggled again, as if seeing Blitzo so flustered was cute.

“Though since you bring it up, I would like to discuss what happened when I last tried to visit you. I fear there may be some…misunderstanding among your employees about just what our relationship is like, Blitzy.”

“We don’t have a relationship, Stolas,” snapped Blitzo. “We have an arrangement. I fuck you, you don’t fuck over my business. Cut and fucking dry.”

Stolas clucked his tongue. “Blitzy, we are lovers. You could at least try to put in a little romantic effort outside the bedroom.”

Blitzo bared his teeth. “I’m plenty romantic,” he said, in a moment of reckless defiance. “Just not with you.”

Stolas blinked, and Blitzo nearly bit through his own tongue. He did not, however, take back the words. He was engaged now, for fuck’s sake. And the memory of his fiancé almost spitting in the eyes of demon royalty was enough to give Blitzo just enough courage to wipe out his remaining fucks.

You wanna talk, bitch? Fine. Let’s talk.

Stolas tapped a claw against his thigh. “Are you now?” he asked, terribly soft. Blitzo opened his mouth to snarl back, but it hung open when Stolas suddenly beamed and said, “Why Blitzy, that’s wonderful!”

“….It is?”

“Of course!” trilled Stolas. “I’m so happy to hear there are other paramours in your life! Not surprised, of course, my dear little imp. Who could possibly resist such a beautiful and wickedly talented creature like yourself?” He laughed gaily. “I wondered why that fiery little fellow seemed so testy last we met. Jealousy, hm?” Stolas gave a sage little hoot. “I understand, Blitzy. Love makes fools of us all.”

Blitzo couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. “Striker, jealous of you? Listen bitch--”

“Blitzy, darling, it’s alright,” Stolas soothed. “I understand.”

Blitzo raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do ya now?

“It’s not the first time I’ve been threatened over our little courtship,” said Stolas, still smiling. “At least he didn’t throw something at me! Poor Seymour,” he sighed. “Two centuries of care, gone in a blink and a crash. Fortunately my reflexes are better than my wife’s aim!”

“…Am I on drugs?” Blitzo wondered. “Is Verosika about to pop out with a horse head or somethin’? ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie, that’d actually be a pretty sweet upgrade for her.”

“Silly imp,” giggled Stolas. “Well! Now that that little bit of unpleasantness has been cleared up, I say we move on to more enjoyable activities. How about some refreshments before we start?”

Blitzo withheld a groan. Feeding each other was one of Stolas’s favorite forms of foreplay. He’d constantly nip at or suck on Blitzo’s fingers, to say nothing of how often he’d pretend to feed Blitzo a strawberry or something before replacing it with his mouth at the last second. But if it got Stolas to stop asking questions about his and Striker’s relationship, Blitzo was up for anything.

“Just no strawberries, okay? Last time they made me break out in hives.”

“Alas, tonight I’m simply thirsty.” Stolas pulled a silver bell from his robe and gave it a dainty ring. Then he winked at Blitzo and added, “Of course, that’s always my mood when you’re on my mind.”

A servant imp appeared almost instantaneously, carrying a tray with two shimmering glasses of wine.

“I really do feel much better now,” said Stolas, taking his glass.

“Good for you,” deadpanned Blitzo as the servant turned his way. “Now can we get on with--”

CRASH!

“FUCK!” Blitzo scrambled backward, tripping over the arm of the chair and falling onto the floor. His claws scratched the tile as he scooted backwards on his ass, away from the servant who was now a solid block of stone. Blitzo’s wineglass was shattered on the ground. Why…why did it look like the exact shade of blood?

Stolas took a long, indulgent sip of his own wine. “Wiggles, this is Blitzy. Blitzy, Wiggles.”

“Stolas, what the fuck?!”

“Wiggles hasn’t been with me as long as Seymour was,” Stolas continued, not needing to raise his voice to talk over Blitzo’s panicked yelling. “I daresay Wiggles isn’t even his name, but that’s neither here nor there.”

The prince unfolded his unnaturally long legs and walked around the statue of Wiggles. “He’s a good servant, as far as imps go. Obedient, polite, deferential…he knows his place in the world and is content with it. Like Seymour was.” Stolas placed a hand on the top of Wiggles’s stone head. “And like Seymour…”

Blitzo realized what was coming a split second too late. “DON’T--!”

Stolas lightly pushed, and Wiggles fell forward. There was a sick crack when the statue hit the ground, and Blitzo watched in horror as Wiggles’s now detached head lay face-first in the puddle of wine. Stolas waved his hand, and the rest of the body crumbled into dust and rubble.

“Gone in a blink and a crash,” finished Stolas.

There was no flirting or good-natured silliness to Stolas now. He stared down at Blitzo with cold disappointment. Blitzo barely dared to breathe, let alone move.

“Let’s not forget what our actual roles are, my precious little imp,” murmured Stolas. “You are exceedingly good at what you can do with your body, and because of that, I allow your little family venture to succeed. Every time you rendezvous with the world above, you pay your way with my magic. Your daughter sleeps under a roof built from my generosity. Your lover fucks you in a bed gifted by my mercy. I could rip everything away from you, Blitzo. Everything you’ve ever touched. I wouldn’t even have to leave this room.”

Stolas knelt down, ignoring the way Blitzo flinched back. “But I don’t do that, darling. Because I love you. You’ve brought excitement and joy back into my world the likes of which I haven’t felt since my daughter was born. Of all my collections and all of my toys, you are my favorite.”

A crimson glow slowly bled into existence until it outlined Stolas’s entire body. Blitzo couldn’t look away from him, and wasn’t entirely sure that Stolas wasn’t making that possible. The air seemed to constrict around him, making his temples pound and his nose bleed.

“What you do with your time is your own business, Blitzo. But when I call on you, full moon or not, I expect you to answer,” whispered Stolas. The use of Blitzo’s full name stung him like a brand. “When I ask for privacy, I expect to not be interrupted. Above all, I expect you to make sure your associates know their place around us – and mind it. Do you understand?”

Blitzo jerked his head in as much of a nod as he could manage.

“They may hiss and spit all they like, but they will stay out of our way. Else I will remove them myself, and I will make you watch. Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“Say it, Blitzy.”

“…I understand,” said Blitzo through gritted teeth. The moment he did, the air returned to normal, leaving Blitzo gasping for air like a drowning man. Stolas finished his wine, and looked out the balcony window behind Blitzo.

“Ah! And there’s the moon. What a beautiful sight – not as lovely as you, of course.” Stolas cupped Blitzo’s cheek, looking at him with a familiar expression of lust. “Come darling,” he purred. “The night is still young, after all.”

[paperficwriter]

To the Radio Demon on His Birthday

And now for something completely different! This was a request from @tallslimbabydoll​, whose fantastic art inspired quite a few scenes for this fic.  I sort of fell down the rabbit hole of this series. I'm pretty into it, and I had an absolute blast writing this. It's a really fun setting, and the characters are colorful.

I sort of read this as a future AU in the show, with a pinup Charlie who does burlesque and a certain demon overlord who is very into her.

Cut is for length AND for content!

“And now...the weather.”

A pause, and then, a short barking laugh.

“Oh, can you imagine a segue like that? Here, in fair Pentagram City, where the temperature only ever changes from mildly suffocating to infernal to cataclysmic? And that last one is just the very late season…recent indeed, my fair listener.”

Alastor gazed forward out the window of his radio station at the literal hellscape below. From this high up, he made out all manner of sinner souls making their way through the streets -- stalking, hawking, talking, some even just walking -- as they arose from their hideaways, the most recent purge only a few days before.

The studio wasn’t actually much, but it looked the part, which was the most important thing in Alastor’s eyes: all black and red and wired. Always wired. None of this wireless nonsense that Vox and Velvet seemed so keen on. No, no, that wouldn’t do. He sat at his wooden table that shined black as onyx, in his ebony leather chair with the crimson oak accents, and even as he held his own microphone, the one that was as a part of him as the crescent moon smile on his face, he leaned forward into another one that glowed with an infernal red energy. There were only a few other things on the desk other than the long snakes of wires coming from the mic and the switchboard: a red phone that only rang when he wanted it to, a pad of paper that never ran out, a blood ink pen, and two photos.

One of his mother, and the other...

Screech. Below, a car swerved and went through a small crowd of miniature demons, the maniac behind the wheel laughing through the opened window...but not for long. Alastor smiled as the ‘victims’ grew into huge forms, massive and rippling with muscle, and peeled the top of the car open like a sardine can, pulling the driver out and tearing him apart like an old doll.

He wouldn’t be dead for long, but his body was swept into one of the piles with the Exterminated demons nevertheless.

“Ah, yes, the days following a visit from halo bombers, the masked assassins, our winged adversaries...the red dawn is all the more bright in our eyes, is it not? I’m sure that I do not need to tell you where I will be spending my evening by week’s end, do I?”

Frankly, he’d rather not, truth be told. He’d much rather keep these events to himself, stow them away like trinkets and baubles, just for himself. But, well, and risk what, then? The chase, the challenge, it all keeps things so entertaining.

And he would never risk getting bored when it comes to her.

“Returning to her weekly toe tapping and tasteful twirling, our very own Princess Charlie Magne will grace Mimzy’s club. I know that I’ll certainly be in attendance, though, as always, only the friendliest reminders that…” 

Alastor’s voice took on a staticky, growling consistency. Anyone listening - everyone listening - would get that feeling down their backs, the one that accompanies nails on chalkboard and knives sharpening against one another. They would see the gathering of sigils and the crispy edges of something like erasure at the corners of their eyes. And they would know Alastor was smiling still, smiling wide, smiling at their discomfort and their expense.

“The polite rules of the show dictate one looks with their eyes and not with their hands.”

And just like that, the miniature nightmare would be adjourned, and in his bright vibrant accent, Alastor gave his send-off. “Thank you for joining us, all you damned here and there! From Pentagram City, the Radio Demon wishes you a fond goodnight, and remember…”

He leaned forward into the microphone he held and the one on his desktop both. Alastor stared into the eyes in the other photograph, the one of Charlie herself in all her demonic splendor. The huge body of her hair decorated just so with black lilies and strings of diamonds, wearing a corset with stockings and dangerously high heels, the kind that added miles to her already endless legs.

Her nose crinkled just so, and in pretty handwriting to her right: To Al, my biggest fan! With love, Charlie. P.S. Don’t forget!...

He read the last line aloud.

“Keep smiling.”

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When Alastor was out for a night on the town, he always wanted to walk wherever he was going. Certainly, he could be there as simple as picturing the place in his mind, then riding the shadows and whisking himself effortlessly through an eldritch underground. The very same power that he harnessed to broadcast his voice, his acts, through the Nine Circles of Hell, even that would be sufficient to do something as simple as move him from one place in Pentagram City to the other.

But no. The simple locomotion of walking, putting one foot in front of the other, aware of the people and creatures and things around him, it was like New Orleans again. Not in scenery - nothing beat the French Quarter on a night in July, when you wore the heat like a second suit - but in action and energy. 

So many bodies. The very pulse of life in Hell worked itself like a torn artery gushing rather than a heart beating. Even dead, it was alive, in a realm where there should be nothing there were jobs and money and drugs and somehow even the emotions that should have extinguished with humanity’s mortal coil. After all, the people themselves didn’t look like “people,” really; their demonic countenances were of their own making, redesigned and reflecting the way they saw themselves. And yes, perhaps, some looked more humane than others. Alastor himself kept some semblance of himself from when he was Alastor Alive instead of Alastor, Radio Demon.

Though given the almost cartoonish apparitions around him, screaming for shots and blow jobs and booze...some were more creative than others with how they chose to show themselves off.

And then he came to the front of Mimzy’s, where saloon-style doors had been painted a too-bright pink (“How can you say they’re too bright, Al?! They’re the shade of your eyes!” “One of many shades, old friend, and I don’t have to look on them myself, now do I?”) and Vaggie stood as bouncer, brandishing that Exterminator’s spear like it was equal parts protection and comfort. 

She was leaning on it, and he took his microphone and gave it a tap, nearly sending her sprawling. Vaggie snarled as she righted herself, about to brandish the blade in his direction before she recognized who he was. “The first rule of good customer care, my dear!” he said in lieu of a greeting. “Service with a smile!”

“Qué te den por culo,” she growled venomously, pulling at a piece of her hair in aggravation, her one eye narrowed and the ‘x’ on the other side of her face pulsing in rage.

“Oh no, thank you!” He didn’t give her a backwards glance as he headed in, waving his hand to magically part the crowd that had, as always, so rudely positioned themselves in the way of the club proper. “I’m quite taken!”

Or he would be, Satan willing. If Charlie would just say yes.

Mimzy had made a few renovations to the place over the last fifty years or so, to match the culture of the world above...or at least to try. What resulted was frankly a bit of a mishmash, but the chaos of it, the unpredictability, how it was always just a little different each time he came in...that’s what kept Alastor returning.

There were these thick poles with shapes cut into them to make them look like the Copacabana in the fifties...and over time there were pieces missing from them, or phone numbers scratched into their porcelain facade. Then there was the black and white checkerboard floor, splashed with dark stains that had long since burned themselves into the varnish, the disco ball above with the jagged edges that reflected menacing glints like knife blades when it caught you at the wrong moment.

And there was the stage...that glorious stage, its red velvet curtains disappearing into shadows high above everyone’s heads, the band beside it as well as all kinds of sound equipment that was much too modern for a man of Alastor’s taste.

And sometimes, if he would stare long enough at stage left, he would see just the flick of a feathered boa, or, if he was lucky, a half of Charlie’s gorgeous face, smiling and blushing as she couldn’t help but sneak a peek at everyone who had come to see her show, her burlesque, gift to Hell that no one but Alastor really deserved.

Certainly not the hoarde on the floor. Definitely not the whores he had to share his special accomodations with.

At the VIP table, there were far too many of the Overlords in attendance: Vox, of course, Valentino, Velvet and there was the owl one too, tonight...that one was royalty from some other area of this world, but Alastor wasn’t entirely sure from where. Stolas, that was his name. He had tried to forget because the way he spoke so softly to Charlie made him want to choke him and turn those long legs of him into a knot until--

“Well, look who decided to drop by.”

Alastor snapped out of his homicidal daze, his smile fresher, eyes bright and full and attentive. “Vox, you are as astute as you are asinine. How are you, old sport?”

The face on the screen rolled its eyes as the Radio Demon took his seat on the outside of their crescent moon booth. A haze of smoke that smelled like both tobacco and something far more herbal already hung like gray clouds above their heads. Everyone already had empty glasses in front of them, in all forms for wine, liquor...even a coconut? Complete with a little umbrella. How tropical.

Alastor snapped his fingers, and from near the door, he could hear a scuttling of tiny feet, and an impish voice. “Excuse me! Pardon me! Move, move, move, mo-- oh, hello, sailor! I’ll be back in a minute, get out of my way!”

When Niffty appeared at his side, blinking up at him with her one huge eye, her arms were full of three mixed drinks, a silver and bakelite cigarette holder and a tin box of Lucky Strikes. “Great job, Niff! You always know exactly what I like.”

“Anything for you, Mr. A!”

Velvet sneered as she took yet another picture of the stage to add to her online photo album, an act that Alastor never really understood. How was she supposed to be in the moment when she was so occupied with giving people proof she was there? “We all know you could literally do all that yourself, Alastor. Why do you always have to bring your help everywhere you go?”

“Why, mixing drinks like this is one of Niffty’s many talents,” he said as he watched her disappear back into the crowd. He pulled out one of the Lucky Strikes and affixed it to the accessory, lighting it with a flick of his thumb. It burned sweetly as he took a drag and followed it with a sip of the drink. He would use his magic to make sure the ice didn’t melt. He wasn’t a monster, after all, drinking watered-down old fashioneds. “And she likes to come to the club to oggle the real men, although she certainly won’t find any in this vicinity.” His eyes shifted quickly between the three Overlords. 

Perhaps he would have given them a hard time for a little longer - it was a fun pastime after all - but just then a tinkle of piano keys carried itself across the assembled, signifying the start of the show. For the most part, everyone in the area facing the stage quieted down, but there were a few lesser demons who decided they could continue childishly shrieking laughter unrelated to the class act that was coming.

And if portals opened beneath them to send them ten miles away from the show, Alastor is sure he wouldn’t know anything about that…

The music changed then, the piano accompanied by a lightly static-touched brass introduction. The giant curtain drew itself back to reveal a backdrop reminiscent of the classic circus of the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. It made Alastor recall his mother taking him by one Sunday afternoon, near Congo Square, against his father’s wishes, though she cared about as much for the bastard’s opinions as he did. Prints of red and white tents faded with a sepia overtone to show their age, and signs welcomed people to view the freak shows and animal acts. 

One placard had also been made in the same aesthetic, telling one and all to come to the Happy Hotel. Alastor’s smile somehow widened a bit. The sweet lass was going to continue to hold onto that name as long as she could, wasn’t she? 

In the middle, a circular platform had been placed with a candy-striped pole in the center, and just as the jazzy swing came in full force, there she was. Princess Charlotte Magne, Charlie, his Charlie, the Devil willing, tapped her way across the stage wearing something that was a play on a ringmaster’s suit, though certainly not one that any mustachioed man would wear. Her legs were bare but for fishnet stockings and shiny heels outfitted with metal taps, and the black overcoat was cut long in such a way that when she got to the pole and rode it around, the tails swirled around her like a cape.

At first, Alastor was concerned, because above the slightly frilly panties she wore that had been styled to look like black pinstripe pants, above the very form fitting blouse and bowtie, her signature flowing hair was missing. The only thing that sat atop her beautiful head - long lashes, red cheeks, shining black lips - was a fairly standard top hat. 

But then, as an electric current carried through the music, she reached up with one gloved hand and took it off, the cascades of thick tresses, the full body of gorgeous blonde hair, opened up and floated into perfect place on her shoulders and down her back.

The onlookers roared and only then did Alastor realize that he had burned down an entire cigarette without even enjoying a puff from it. He got another going as she tossed the hat into the crowd, and Alastor forced himself not to leap into the small mob and take it for himself. He had an image to uphold, after all.

Next, she spun, turning herself around to show how the coat, when removed, fell in a rippling cascade to the floor, kicked away in time with the music’s percussion crashing. And for a moment, she just danced, on the pole, off the pole, her smile dazzling and her eyes sparkling. Charlie loved this, and that was something that truly pulled Alastor in. Certainly it was entertainment, but it wasn’t plastic and glass. It was a real passion, one that showed through every spin on the stage.

Then, it was time for one of Alastor’s favorite parts: the peeling of the gloves. He crosses and uncrosses his legs as he notices her using a new technique. Bending down to stroke her hands over her stockings, she barely lifted one heel before putting the tip of her index finger under it. When she rose, it slid off to reveal her bare arm, her painted nails. 

The other, she pulled off behind her back as she cheekily grinned over her shoulder.

Demons and demonesses both were alternating between swooning and catcalling at the stage, all other conversation and company ignored for the gorgeous Charlie, and the volume only grew as she hopped up on the pole, nimble as a cat, holding it between her thighs as her hands became occupied unbuttoning her shirt.

The music was swelling. It was coming into the bridge and beyond, even the jazz of it picking up a more urgent pace. She had timed it so well, timed it to where she could get right there, to where she tears off the shirt and bow tie both, and when Alastor thought he would finally see her breasts, albeit covered in the tassels or diamonds or whatever she chose to wear on them, there was a black and white corset. She couldn’t leave it like that, could she? He gulped down a whole other drink as she climbed up the pole and began to spin downward, fast and then faster, a whirling dervish of mesmerizing sexuality, her momentum (and probably some well-placed fasteners ready to be released) taking the corset off and sending it over the stage.

As the last notes of the piano carried out the song, so too did gravity carry her to the floor, into the splits, each breast covered with a striped cone, not unlike the pole itself. The thong panty was the only thing keeping what lay between her legs up to the imagination...and even then, not particularly well.

The curtain fell as the assembled rose and cheered, clapping and drooling on the ground. Alastor too...well, the applauding anyway. The girl deserved it for that, yes, yes, she did! Very entertaining indeed!

Always something new! She was brilliant!

He finished his last old fashioned and lit another Lucky Strike, and after only a few minutes, the shrieks of delight returned, because Charlie appeared from the left of the stage, Razzle and Dazzle at each side. She was wearing the top hat again, this time on top of her beautiful hair, and the black and white corset was on. Even over the hum of the masses clamoring for her attention, her heels made their distinct tapping as she walked among them.

Ah, but she was everything he wasn't, wasn't she? Where the crowd parted for him, eyes averted, none keen to get the attention of the Radio Demon, every face was focused on hers, leaning in, wanting for her attention.

"Charlie, over here! Let me buy you a drink, baby!"

"Princess! Lemme give you a show, huh?!"

"Oh baby, what happened?! I liked what you were wearing at the end!"

Even in spite of the less savory comments, the wolf howls and whistles, the catcalls… Her sweet smile never faded. She took their tokens of affection - flowers, roses, boxes of chocolates, hotel cards, napkins with phone numbers - and each one she passed to either Razzle or Dazzle, the little goat demons quickly becoming now like miniature pack mules.

A few she did offer her hand to, and those ones… Those were the ones that made Alastor's lip rise a bit, the cut sigils in his hands begin to burn like his blood would spill and they would go up in flames on the spot, the horrible little wretched--

"Hello there!"

The honeyed sound of her voice was what pulled him away from the brink of homicidal fracturing. It was like a warm wash over his whole body, because there she was, right in front of them.

"I'm so glad you see all of you! The first show after the yearly cleanse is really important to me, for morale. And I think it's good for everyone to see the important figures of Hell here, you know?" She gave a little bow. “So it means a lot that you came. To me.”

"We are delighted, of course, my dear." Stolas stood on his long elegant legs before her, towering even as he bowed. “Your mother is so proud of you, I’m sure.”

Charlie laughed a little. Lilith was always on tour, and Alastor hadn’t seen her in years at this point, which wasn’t as long a time in Hell as on Earth, but...Charlie was still so young, one would think she would try to be there for a few of these wonderful numbers of hers. 

“Cholly,” Valentino drawled in the way only he could, a thick blunt in one of his many hands. “Come on, sweetheart. This dog and pony show is cute, but you could be living the dream if you came to my studio...I’ll make sure you get only the best, baby girl.”

“That’s so sweet, Valentino. But as always, I have to gracefully decline. I--”

“Indeed, Val,” Vox interrupted, leaning forward over the table top, his massive screen reflecting on the surface. “She’s literally the Princess of Hell, what are you going to offer? Blow? Stiff shag carpeting?” He turned on the charm quite literally, his face seeming to change channels to one full of charm and bravado. “Now, Charlotte, what I could offer you is something worth its weight in gold. A business deal. We could air your talent all across the Nine Circles and give a whole new meaning to the boob tube.”

Charlie took her hand back from where Vox had been cradling it like a valuable object. “Thank you for the offer, Vox, but you know my rule: no making deals. Not with any demon. I’m sure you understand.”

Vox sulked while Valentino laughed in his direction, the acrid smoke from his weed-laced stogie blowing across Vox’s massive face.

As Charlie finally approached him, Alastor waved his hand across the tabletop, summoning two long flutes and the most expensive champagne currently in existence in the world above. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the cork popped off, and the bottle floated through the air and filled up each glass. It was their little ritual, after the show. She was always there to enjoy a glass or two with him, depending on how busy she was. 

And doing it like this also left his hands available to pull Charlie into his lap, and of course she giggled, letting him. “Hi, Al,” she said, with a familiarity that none of the other Overlords received.

“Darling Charlie,” he said, offering her a glass. She took it. 

“So what are you going to offer me? Riches? All of Pentagram City?”

“Ha ha! Oh no,” he said, “no deals from me. You set that tone the day we met, my dear. Remember? No handshakes, no...how did you put it? Voodoo strings attached?”

She drank from the glass, nearly choking on it. “How could I forget?” 

"But I suppose I could try… Just for fun."

She raised an eyebrow, the glass at her lips. Try me, her expression challenged.

Alastor's hand moved just a fraction at her waist, squeezing without pulling her too tight. "Perhaps I'll give you the most valuable thing I own. Something that I would never offer to anyone else, even those dearest to me."

"And what would that be?"

With her sitting on his lap, he spoke directly to her and only to her. He would not have a single one of those loathsome busy-bodies hear him, lest he erase them all just for being present. "Me, my dear. This nobody radio spokesman, his monocle and his microphone, all yours, now and forever.”

“But what would you get, Alastor?”

“How could you ask me such a thing, dearest? You, of course, and that on top of an end to my eternal torment of having to watch you from afar every week. I’m sure there would be some other perks too…”

Charlie laughed, but not in a way that seemed to be mocking him. Never like that. Never in a way that made him feel any ill will toward her. Indeed, all he could really feel was an even deeper fondness, a delight in continuing the chase, even though it probably would have made his heart explode if she had indeed said ‘yes.’ “Oh, Al,” she said, giving his shoulder a small smack. “I’m so glad you always come to my shows. You’re so funny, it always makes me smile.”

She leaned in and gave him the softest peck on the cheek before finishing her drink and rising. 

“See you later, Al.”

Alastor just barely held it in before she walked away, until he and his microphone, and frankly the seat that he was in, burst into flames.

---

June 6. Only a handful of weeks later, and it was Alastor’s birthday. One would think that it wouldn’t mean much to one such as the Radio Demon, but...Alastor loved his birthday. He had fond memories of being treated well on his birthday, and his mother would take him on outings his father wasn’t allowed to go on, and she made him a huge cake.

That’s when he got his first radio. What had she done to get it? He didn’t know. 

After that, it was all history.

Now, he made his way back to Mimzy’s, where the whole place had been opened up for him, for everyone. Electroswing played over several record players in all corners of the club, and although there were probably a few stereos set up, they were out of sight.

“Alastor!” The curvaceous Mimzy pushed several demons bodily away so she could take his hands in hers, giggling while her feather swayed along with her flapper dress. “Happy birthday, love.”

“Mimzy, my gal, you really do know how to throw this old dog a bone, don’t you? Did you invite all my friends?”

“Pssh!” She bumped him in the side. “Honey, you know if it was just your friends this place would be deader than a nail in a coffin!”

They laughed together, just as they always did. And always would, Alastor imagined. No one else had the same kind of twisted sense of humor as he did, after all, or that same certain chemistry, except for maybe--

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the birthday boy himself!”

"Rosie!” Alastor strode up to the black-eyed demon, kissing the air on either side of her cheeks while she did the same. “A pleasure to see you as always, beautiful. So glad to have you show tonight.”

“Why, or chance missing out on my dearest friend’s special day?” She reached up to straighten his suit coat and tie. “Not for all the world! Here, my dear. For you.” Presenting a wrapped box with a bow, she placed it into his free hand.

“What could this be? It’s small, so I do hope you didn’t take anything off Vox he’ll miss too much…”

“Oh, you. So nasty, Alastor.” She still laughed behind her hand. 

Alastor slipped his microphone cane under his arm so he could tear past the wrapping paper, open the box and-- “A new monocle! Oh, Rosie, you know me so well.” It was identical to the old one, but it was one of their many birthday traditions. Normally he would have thrown out the old one, but instead he put it in his pocket.

“So that you will never miss sight of the important things, in front of you as plain as the nose on your face.”

There were other gifts too - a free blowjob certificate from Angel Dust, a casino chip from Husker that said ‘UP’ on one side and ‘YOURS’ on the other, a promise for a fanfiction commission from Niffty (he didn’t exactly understand that one) - but then, an hour into the night, he saw her, and even just her presence was enough to make every birthday but this one mean nothing.

Charlie wore a champagne dress in the fashion of the twenties, not as short as the flapper skirts but with a long slip up the side. Her heels looked like they were made of glass, and there were sparkling jewels in a band across the top of her hair, pushed back in all its splendor from her face. Her long gloves were gold, as was the glitter atop her beautiful eyes, which caught his with a smile.

Someone was talking to him. He immediately walked away in mid-sentence.

No one could be as important.

“Good evening, Miss Charlie,” he greeted, the static in his words evening out to the soft velvet tone of his natural speaking voice. “Gosh, you sure do look pretty tonight.”

“Happy birthday, Al,” she said, tucking a long lock of hair behind her ear. “It seemed like the type of occasion I would like to be presentable for.”

She offered him her hand. He took it. And when he pressed his lips to it, she didn’t pull away.

“I didn’t think I’d see you,” he said, though he didn’t seem serious, which made her smile.

“Oh no?”

“I thought you would be hiding in a cake until midnight.”

There it was, her laugh again, bright and vibrant and slightly musical, like windchimes in a hurricane. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Not especially.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to a quiet corner where there was a high-top table he could lean on, a window overlooking the city behind: the clocktower, the red landscape, and above, a hint of Heaven, the silverish orb cut by clouds. Though he didn’t like gazing at it for too long; when one looked at Heaven, it would end up feeling like Heaven was looking back. “Because then everyone else would get to watch you too, and it truly is hard on a man, already having to share every week…”

“Well,” she said, reaching out to tug the cuff of his sleeve. “I’m not always doing it for all of them, you know. Sometimes I just have one or two people in mind, who could be out in the crowd…”

“If only you tell me who the other person is, I could casually introduce them to massive bodily harm. By complete coincidence, of course. An unfortunate accident! Ha ha!”

“Alastor!” There was a smile she hid, even though she did playfully slap his shoulder. “Promise me you’ll never hurt someone over me. I’m not going to stand to lose sleep over the thought that you would do something untoward and damn yourself even more, in light of what I’ve been trying to do with the hotel.”

Alastor tipped his head at a rather sharp angle, his smile never even faltering. “Well, dearest, I’ll consider it, but...I guess that all depends on one thing…”

“And what’s that?”

His red eyes grew heavier, and he gazed at her from top to bottom. When he spoke, the words came out a dark tease. “What did you get me for my birthday, Princess?”

Charlie’s mouth opened and then closed, and Alastor really did intend to laugh and tell her that he was only teasing, that her presence, that the time that he could spend with her was gift enough. But then, she was grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the stage. “I have just the thing,” she said, her eyes and face lit up with excitement. “Come with me, Al, I know just the thing.”

Beneath the surface, Alastor’s heart beat fast, a snare drum facing a repetitive beating while a whole line of dancers Lindy-Hopping across it. But he wasn’t about to show how thrilled he was. 

“That is, if I’m not stealing you away,” she said, pausing.

“My dear girl, by all means, it would be my pleasure to be stolen by you.”

She giggled, and they were off. Through the silent dark behind the curtain, down a small hall to the currently locked-up VIP lounges. 

“Are you going to give me a dance?” he guessed.

“Not just any dance,” she said as she closed and locked the door behind him. Turning on the light, the room glowed with a soft yellowish burn, not blinding but creating a shimmer across a black couch and a table so clean that the ceiling above - glittering with pieces of glass that had been embedded into the surface like stones under a river - reflected off of it.

And then she moved a black velvet cloth, and underneath...the biggest martini glass that Alastor had ever seen.

“It’s a dance no one has ever seen,” she murmured, crawling across the table into his lap. She reached behind him - oh, the smell of her, honey dust and a little gingery, across her skin, lips so close - and pulled out a bottle of champagne, a glass and his favorite Lucky Strikes. “I was going to debut it next week...and I was thinking you would get a preview.”

The corners of Alastor’s mouth went softer, and he lit up one of the cigarettes, blowing the plume of smoke into a heart over her head. “That, darling, would be an honor.”

With a little trill of delight, Charlie hopped off the couch, much to Alastor’s disappointment. She went over to a stand that held a music device of some kind, a stereo, and she picked at the settings. 

“I certainly hope I haven’t taken someone’s spot,” he commented, glancing at how conspicuously clean the space was.

“I use this area as rehearsal space. Sometimes Vaggie will come hang out with me and give me some notes, but...Angel Dust doesn’t get to know. I don’t trust him not to use it.”

“Very wise.” He popped the cork off the champagne bottle, and it tickled his nose as he smelled it. Pink, and strawberries, and bubbles. Very Charlie. He poured a glass and drank it, setting the bottle on the table. “Ready when you are, vixen.”

She blushed over her shoulder as she straightened, and just like that, the room filled with the sound of trombones, horns and great orchestral instruments, like there wasn’t one but several big bands playing in the corners of the room. 

Charlie spun around, her gown following her as she pointed a finger at the glass. It filled with champagne, like it was pouring from a giant bottle in the ceiling. 

And then the dance began. Alastor stared up at her adoringly as she kicked her long legs in time to the music, twisting with her hips and raising her hands like she was dancing with an invisible partner. She brought up her hands like she was putting them on someone’s shoulders, and when she stepped back, her gloves magically slid off. 

When she looked up at the glass, she did a little twirl before she removed her jewels: the necklace at her neck, the bracelet she wore...even that seemed lurid in a way, even though she was probably just being practical so they wouldn’t be lost in the liquid. Then, the band of dazzling jewels came out of her hair and it flowed all the bigger, full of volume, an entirely separate beast on her head.

Now that no one was here, to see him, to see her, Alastor allowed himself a whistle. She winked. Such a coy, vampy thing…

Although they weren’t the tap shoes like she had at the circus show, she did a little stepping across the stage with such casual skill that he didn’t realize she had stepped out of the glassy heels until she was flipping herself upside down on the pole-like stem of the martini glass. Then, she expertly bent, grabbing the edge and swinging herself up.

Alastor had figured that would be it, that she would be in the basin of champagne, soaked to the bone. But no; as her toes touched the other side of the glass, she lifted herself above it, not even the hem of her beautiful gown skimming the surface.

The gown that was quickly kicked off as she did a handstand on the edge of the glass’s lip.

“Oh my,” Alastor sighed to himself, trying to be as covert as possible as he reached down the rearrange himself. How could this be happening? He was usually so aware of himself, able to control his animal nature , as it were, but...there was something about being here, like this, alone with her…

Alone with her, in a shimmering corset, those legs - sweet Lucifer, those legs - adorned with garters and stockings that went from her thighs to her toes as they spun around like a ballerina doll in a music box around the glass.

Then, she bowed, her back to him, and leaned down low to trail her fingers up from ankles to the clasps, unsnapping them and allowing the stockings to loosen. Her hands went to the corset binding at her back and made quick work of pulling the strings out of their knot, though it was clearly some magic in how they disbanded after that…

When she glanced over her shoulder at him, the curve of her back and waist coming into view, he could still only see just what she wanted him to see; none of her breasts, not even her ass.

Not until she did a little pirouette and took her frilly white panties off, tossing them in his general direction.

He launched himself from his seat, then. The champagne in his glass had been drunk but the bottle fell with a crash as he grabbed them, burying his face in them, eyes rolling in his head. They went into his jacket pocket.

Finally, once the stockings had been peeled off her legs while she held them at a straight angle above her head, the music reaching its crashing conclusion, Charlie finally met the water with a delighted laugh, her bare body covered in the bubbles as she kicked her feet, hair spilling over the edge.

When the room became silent again, she gazed at him and breathily asked, “How was that?” She didn’t make a move to get out. Only batted her long lashes at him.

Now, Alastor was a man of principle. His moral compass, though broken and put back together with glue, kept him on a straight path. Not a proper one, or one that most people would find right or kind, let alone good...but he would certainly never take advantage of someone in the situation that Charlie had created for herself.

That said...he also knew an invitation when he saw one.

So off went his jacket, at least, because that was the only thing he had the energy or concentration to deal with. One nimble hop later and the champagne splashed in the martini glass as he got inside, immediately soaked through and between Charlie’s legs.

No pasties this time. Not even a thong. Only her creamy skin, pert pink little nipples, a happy little shriek and a smile. Sweet. Devoid of any ignorance as to what she wanted. Which was obviously him.

Their first kiss was like an entire lifetime without kissing that had led to this moment. She was grabbing his hair and pulling him in, even though it made her slip a little below the surface. He brought her back up, pressed into his front, and licked the champagne from her lips.

“Al…” Before he could interrupt her, she sucked his bottom lip and gasped, “I’ve wanted you to do that forever. What took you so long?”

“Obviously my predilections of coming off as a gentleman, dear girl.” He picked a strand of wet hair from her face, pushing it back. Already, his long body dragged between her legs, and she grabbed his shirt. “A bias I am finding myself stripping away as we speak…”

“Instead of your pants?” Her cheeks glowed pink, and he could tell that even though she was trying to be bold, part of her wondered if this was really happening. Just as well as he was, frankly. A tiny part that he was smothering, but...a part nevertheless.

“Those will come too, in time,” he whispered, mouth finding her neck, so soft, sinful in how easy it was to nip and bite at, although she was eagerly reaching down to hold his small waist tight against her body. The wet clothes should have been more bothersome, and yet he just simply could not be bothered to deal with them as he rutted against her thigh.

“Al...Alastor…”

Beneath the water, he could see the sweet little tuft of blond over her mound, and his long fingers parted her folds easily, pressing two in and using his thumb on her clit. The bud was hard, and it made him wonder what it would be like to do this in a place where they both were not submerged, to feel how wet she could get. After all…

“I could smell your arousal on those undergarments you gave me,” Alastor cooed, dropping his head down to her breast and dragging his teeth. “I think you knew I would, Princess…”

“Don’t say things like that.” She was whining, opening her legs wide until her dainty feet made a skidding noise against the angled sides of the glass. “I can’t handle it…”

“Do all your dances get you wet? Or is that just for me?” She didn’t answer, hiding her face in his shoulder, shaking hands so close to orgasm clawing at his back. He would cherish those scratch marks… “Be mine and I promise there would be more…”

As if on the cue of saying that, he pulled his fingers out, which wrung a frustrated half-groan from her, but the loss was quickly replaced by his cock that had been pulled out of his pants, pushed down only far enough to free it. Grabbing her with one hand and the edge of the glass with the other, he thrust in hard, and she immediately started to fall apart, already hovering on the cliff face of her pleasure, now plummeting down into it…

Until he pulled her back, slowing the roll of his hips, making shudder. “What...nooo...Al…”

“Don’t make me beg.” Maybe it was the exertion of taking her like this, but it came out like a crooning under his breath, like his own song. “Don’t make me wait anymore. You know I can treat you so well, Charlie...I can be so good to you…”

“Good…” She kissed him again, tongue in his mouth, feeling over his sharp teeth. “So good…”

When he urged her legs around him, he fit so perfectly, tight and close, filling her with him as he moved in with rhythmic, repetitive thrusts, his eagerness apparent as he panted around her lips, sucking her jaw as the edges of reality blurred, like the end of a radio station before the knob is turned to static. 

“Please, Charlie...please...be mine, or erase me from this afterlife. I would rather be the Overlord of nothing, if you won’t have me…”

“D-don’t...mmm, yes, yes, right there... don’t say that…” When he pulled back from him slightly, meeting his gaze, her eyes were conflicted with desire and emotion. “You mean...more to me than anything. I am so glad that you exist…just...let me…!” 

The girl was insatiable, it seemed. Although he was being rather cruel, wasn’t he...withholding her delight. Alastor flipped her over, a new, full moan of delight coming from her lips as he went at her from another angle. He was following her close now in pursuit of his peak, climbing, a hand reaching under her to grope at her chest. “Then...mmm, let us share this existence...please, Charlie...say you’ll be mine, I will show you true ecstasy…I--”

“Yes!! You...mmmmm, you win, Alastor...please, please let me come…!”

Twisting her head to face him, she kissed him as he found the apex of her heat again and rubbed, both of them coming, and he filled her up with him and for a moment, his hearing going to a flatline, a steady tone of nothing, and in his shadow he could see his own demonic smile, his antlers sprout, his body growing to tower above the world. Everything filled with that endless pleasure, that loss of control, and he blacked out from it.

“--tor. --Astor? --Alastor!”

The sound of her voice called him back, and when he awoke, he was collapsed beside her in the martini glass. Now, the sensation of carbonated fluid soaking through his clothes was a little more prevalent, but he smiled. “You took my breath away, my dear!”

She laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. This one lingered, different from the ones she always gave him at the club. “Did you hear me?”

“My ears are still ringing, in fact.”

“Not that,” she said, giving him a little splash. “My answer...I gave you an answer, Alastor. After...well, all that.”

Stroking her wet hair back, Alastor rubbed at the top of her ear between his fingers. “Tell me again…”

---

It is a few weeks later. They are at Mimzy’s together in their own private booth, and the Overlords are glowering from their normal station. Charlie is in a corset with a silky negligee over it, and although she isn’t performing, there’s nothing saying that she’s not going to give Alastor a private show.

After Alastor’s birthday, she had intended on performing the martini glass act, but then she reconsidered.

“I want to tweak it,” she says from Alastor’s lap as they sip yet more champagne. He would have thought she’d be tired of it, but she still wants it. She says she’ll only drink it with him now, but they’ll see. “After how your birthday went, I kind of want it to be special. Just for us.”

“You’re going to make me blush.” Then, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small box. “Speaking of things that are special, I might have gotten something for you, love.”

Charlie opens the box to find the monocle he replaced during his birthday with the one from Rosie. It has been threaded onto a silver chain, and she holds it to her chest. “I love it. Put it on me?”

He does, sneaking a kiss onto the nape of her neck. It sits perfectly between her breasts.

“Perhaps in time I’ll get you something else that’s round...and smaller. And you’ll wear it somewhere else.”

Charlie’s lips curl into a smile, and she picks up her glass, eyebrows raising. He knows exactly what she wants.

“To my dear Princess Charlotte Magne,” he says, voice full and triumphant. “My beautiful lady, my demoness, love of my unlife. My one and only.”

She lets her glass touch his with a soft tink and she tips her head to whisper, “Yours,” before slipping into one of many kisses.