#WHILE VAGGIE HAS TO LIFT /HER/ ARMS -UP- TO REACH IT

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

[destinyisastar]

Dearly Departed pt 2

PT 1

Alastor x Toddler Daughter Reader (PLATONIC)

Summary: After Alastor was able to hold you again after being decades a part, you go along with sinners to the meeting with the seraphrims. However, the meeting does not go as planned and Alastor is forced to leave you behind in heaven. As Alastor is filled with rage he thinks back to the time when he first lost you.

More info: So sorry for the long wait. This has been in the making for a long time. My writer's block has been hitting really bad. There will be a part 3!

Warnings: death, cutting of limbs.

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As Charlie watches Alastor hold his daughter, there was a tap on her shoulder.

“Is…is that his kid?” Vaggie asked still in a bit of shock. Charlie was about to answer when Sera the Seraphim Angel quickly rushed Alastor taking away his daughter.

“PAPA!” You cry out, stretching your arms out to Alastor.

Sera held you protectively, while Alastor was visibly seething, “What are you doing?” The static in his voice rising as he watches you continue to cry.

“You all came here for a meeting, not to toy with the lives of our angels.”

Alastor took a step towards the seraphim, “I would watch what you say...” The antlers on his head begin to grow.

“But Y/n is his daughter Sera! He should be allowed to care for her here even if it’s just for a little while!” Emily the smaller seraphim said, taking Y/n out of Sera’s arms, turning towards Alastor to hand Y/n to him.

Sera sneers at him but it’s quickly wiped away as Emily turns back to her.

“Very well…we’ll take you to your resting area, our hotel…”

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

Alastor has yet to let you go, holding you tighter as you all walk to Heavens Hotel. You babble about the new friends you made, the school you attend, the food you eat, anything and everything that comes to your mind.

“And-and then we went to the library for story time! They gots a radio here too! But the songs on there are always so loud!! And theres-Oh Papa look-look!!” You point up to the sky as there were birds of different colors flying by, “Its pretty isn’t it, Papa!?”

“Yes, darling it is…” Alastor nuzzles his head to yours while you giggle.

“This is where you will be staying for the time being.” Sera says to the trio while reaching her hands out to grab Y/n.

“Nu-uh!” You look away from her and nuzzle yourself further into Alastor.

“Its time to go back now Y/n.” Sera tells you sweetly.

“No! I wanna stay with papa!”

“She’ll simply stay with me for the time being! I am her father after all Ha-ha! Besides this is heaven I should be allowed a moment of peace here if I do say so myself!” Alastor says with a grin.

“That should be okay, right Sera?” Emily asks the seraphim excitedly. “We can show them around for the time being! Do you wanna show your papa around Y/n!?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Then its settled! I’ll wait for you all downstairs!!” Emily squeals.

The little seraphim leaves with an excited wave while Sera stands there for a moment watching Alastor with a frown, then she leaves the room.

Theres a moment of silence that’s broken by Charlie, “Sooo this is your daughter Alastor!?” She faces you with a bright smile, you shyly look away.

“Yes, this here is my little darling, Y/n! Say hello to Charlie my dear!”

You look at the princess, “Hello!”

“SHES SO CUTE!! AAA!” Charlie practically yells out as she squishes your cheeks.

“Never expected you to actually have any kids...” Vaggie tells him.

“There are plenty of things that many do not know of me! I liked to keep it that way.” Alastor grins while handing you off to Charlie. “So! It seems like the tall one doesn’t quite like us….” He says as he walks towards the large windows.

Charlie lifts you up and down in the air, with you giggling as she does so.

“Well, we literally came up from hell…. and you… you definitely aren’t the best person to be talking.”

Alastor laughs, “Oh, how funny you are!”

“So, Y/n! How’s heaven?!” Charlie asks, setting you on her hip.

“Its great! And fun!” You say waving your arms, “They got a lot of things here! Even Museums and, and so much stuff!!” You giggle.

Alastor walks back over to Charlie so that he may be able to hold you again, and you immediately wrap your arms around him.

“Let’s go see the zoo Papa!! Can we go!?! Can we?!” You ask him while jumping slightly in his hold.

“A ZOO!?” Charlie yells out.

“Uh huh!!” You nod your head excitedly. “They gots lots of animals! You can even hold them!”

“Is that what you want to do darling?” Alastor says as he fixes your hair.

“Yes please!!”                                                      

“OMG Yes! Let’s go!” Charlie is extremely excited, “Vaggie do you wanna come with us?!”

Vaggie rubs the back of her head, “No I, uh, need a break, but hold a koala for me.”

“Can you imagine it an actual koala AHHH!”

“Are you excited papa!? Are you!?”

“Yes, yes darling lets head out now…” He kisses your forehead as Charlie runs happily past the both of you.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

The zoo was extremely large.

There were different animals, all kinds! Carnivores, herbivores and omnivores. The whole sha bang!

You pulled your Papa by his hand, tugging him along as you point to the different animals, telling him random facts you learned about them from school.

“Look, look Papa!” You turn towards him for a quick second then immediately turn back towards the giraffe, bouncing yourself on your feet.

“Yes, yes, quite tall, isn’t he?” Alastor has never felt more joy in his afterlife. His back is starting to hurt as he is bending down to be more at your level as you point to the many animals. He picks you up and puts you on his shoulders and you hold on to his head (antlers).

Charlie walks behind you both, talking to Emily, excitement in her tone. She takes a glance at Alastor seeing his usual terrifying grin soften.

“Theres even an aquarium and-” Emily stops talking seeing as Charlie is watching you and Alastor laughing.

 “When Y/n first got here all she did was cry… it was understandable most of the newcomers are scared especially children, but she mostly cried out for her papa.” Emily turns to look at you, “She calmed down once we found out she had a grandmother here…. still, it’s nice to see her happy.” Emily turns to Charlie, “If… if your hotel works… I may have an idea of my own...” She says smiling.

“What’s your idea?” Charlie asked, a bit intrigued.

“I think it would be good if the souls down below were able to see their loved ones from heaven. You know, if they can see the people they loved before they may want a chance to be redeemed!”

“That sounds….. AMAZING!” Charlie nods in agreement. “Just by seeing Alastor bond with his daughter….it could work.”

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

The meeting did not go as planned.

Alastor still held you tightly as Charlie fell to her knees as she found out the one person she trusted most was an exorcist that killed her people.

Sera had decided that there was no proof that a sinner cannot be redeemed, a portal was then opened with a forceful wind that was pushing the trio backwards.

Alastor held you closer to his chest with you desperately trying to hold on to his coat.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?! Huh?!!” Adam cackled in front of Alastor. Adam ripped you from your fathers’ arms with you wailing and screaming.

“NO! NO!! PLEASE!!” You cry out throwing your arms out as Alastor tries to claw his way towards you, leaving indents on the floor.

“I don’t fucking think so!” Lute kicks Alastor in the face making him fall backwards even more towards the portal.

The pressure of the wind makes Alastor’s head fall down, he grits his teeth together as his smile grows, “Y̶͉̖̕͠o̵̩͙̊͠u̴͈̒'̴̧̦̕ṙ̴̖̬̀ę̸̇̑ ̶̧̼͛̎g̸̼͇̎ó̸̖̥̔ǐ̴̪͙̑ń̸͖g̶̱̔̾ ̵͖̀͝t̷̲͗ö̶̺̟́ ̵̰̉r̵̡̀ḙ̴̈́g̵̫͌r̵̳̗̾̅ę̴̂̿t̴͔́ ̸͈͋͗t̶̜̀h̴̞̃a̴͑̀ͅt̴̲̋̐.̴͙̍.̶̖̥̿͝.̷̤͓̈́”

Adam holds you in the air as you continue to cry out, “SHUT UP ALREADY!”

“PAPA!!”

“This fucker is your old man?! I suggest you say your fucking goodbyes now!” Adam throws you to Lute who catches you with ease, he kneels near Alastor, “You never going to see her again.” Adams laughs as Alastor summons his tentacles, but Adam just grins wildly, grabs Alastor by his collar and hurls him through the portal.

Alastor yells out your name, taking one last glance at your tearful sobbing face as you struggle to get out of Lute’s arms.

The portal closes.

 His dead heart aches once more as he falls to his knees, he covers his head with his arms as his forehead touches the hotel’s floor. Alastor’s breathe becomes uneven, he then teleports himself to his tower.

He is filled with nothing but rage….just like last time.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

PAST

After burying his little girl, Alastor became nothing more than an empty shell. Nothing brought joy to him anymore. No more radio shows. No more after-school meals. No more bedtime stories. No longer are you here smiling as he cooks.  No longer are you dancing on his shoes as music plays in the background as he twirls you around.

Alastor sits by your bedside rubbing his eyes as he takes off his glasses. He takes a look around your room, his gaze drops to a small glass deer that he bought you four months ago. Alastor grabs it and holds it tightly, he raises his hand to throw the figurine to the ground but stops himself and collapses to the floor.

The figurine lays on the ground, Alastor grabs his hair, pulling on it roughly.

“What do I do……?”

“What do I do?!!”

“WHAT DO I DO?”

Then it hits him.

All this anger, all this sadness.

He needs to put this to use.

•°. *࿐•°. *

A hearty laugh is heard from the back of Mimizy’s bar (The Hideaway).

“Oh! Holy fuck! Ha-Ha-ha!!!” The man slams his drink down, smacking his chest to calm himself.

Johnny continues to toy with his glass, moving it side to side, his eyes seemingly have no life in them.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Daniel asks nudging Johnny with a push.

“I….I still feel sick…” Johnny starts to pull lightly on his hair, “She…she was just a kid..”

“Are you seriously still thinking about that?” Daniel chugs the rest of his beer down and takes out a cigar, lighting it.

“I can’t help it!” Johnny’s mind consumes with flashes of the little girl’s face, her screams of terror, the snap…... “I see her every time I try to close my eyes…”

“You should be happy! I ain’t never seen the boss so happy before!” Daniel laughs, “You deserve that money! This is why we’re out celebrating!”

“I don’t…. feel happy… I can’t feel happy…”

“Stop your bitching already!” Daniel blows out the smoke, “You got paid didn’t you!?”

Johnny shakes his head as he hears Daniel’s continued laughter.

What they both fail notice is the man near the bar, sipping his whiskey with a tight grip.

“Well, who gives a shit about that kid!? I’mma get another one of these!” Daniel says shoving the empty glass near Johnny’s face, he gets up and walks towards the bar standing near the man with the whiskey in his hand.

“Another one will ya pal!” Daniel slams his glass on the table.

The bartender looks at Daniel with disgust in his eyes, “Sorry pal, no can do, your over ya limit here… and you haven’t paid your tab in two weeks.”

Daniel groans and looks around, “You see the guy over there, that lonely fuck,” Daniel points to Johnny who has his head down on the table, “He’s buying for me so put it on his tab and give me another!”

The bartender sighs and pours the beer into the glass, Daniel walks away back to his seat slightly stumbling.

“Hey…”

The bartender turns towards the voice, he squints a little, “Alastor?” he whispers, “What are you doing here, I thought I sent you home hours ago!?”

“Keep sending that loon more beers, say its from an old pal…”

The bartender stares at Alastor for a moment, then sighs.

“You should go home, Al…”

Alastor shakes his head and takes a sip from his drink.

After several more drinks are sent over to Daniel, he finally decides it’s time to head home.

“Come on Johnny…” Daniel burps, “Lets go,”

Johnny has his head down on the table, he seems to be sleeping.

“Haaa fuck it, I’m heading out,” Daniel pats Johnny on his shoulder, “See ya tomorrow…” He stumbles out of his seat and heads to the door.

Alastor lets a couple minutes pass before he stands up, he takes a look over to the sleeping man on the table.

It would be easy to get rid of the sleeping one first, but….. he deserves the pain more…. It has been decided… the drunk will go first.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Alastor follows the drunk on foot, not too close but not too far.

The drunk man stumbles as he walks, he grabs on to a nearby wall, “Ah… shit.” The man spots an alley and walks into it. He stands near a dumpster and begins to throw up.

“Fuck….” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, he tilts his upwards for a moment to look at the night sky.

That moment is cut short.

A wire is wrapped around the drunk’s neck.

He tries to rip the wire off of him.

Tries to claw his attacker but soon everything turns black.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Daniel slowly cracks his eyes open, he lets out a groan. He feels himself sweating and tries to pick up his arms to wipe the sweat off, but he finds that it is constrained.

“What the fuck is this!” He begins to raise his head but is forcefully pushed back down.

“Ah, ah, ah….stay still…” Alastor says rather calmly as he holds Daniel down by his hair.

“Who the fuck-” 

“Stay still pal!” Alastor grabs his knife and slams it near Daniel’s face.

“W-w-what do you want?! You want m-money? I can get you t-that!” Daniel stutters.

Alastor circles around the man on the table, “Money? You think this is about money?” Alastor’s grin twitches.

Daniel starts to tremble but gathers the courage to look at his kidnapper in the eyes, “Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck, indeed….”

“W-what are you planning t-to do with m-me!” his body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Why do you look so scared?” Alastor tilts his head.

“J-j-just let m-me go! PLEASE!” Daniel cries out.

Alastor clicks his tongue, “No… I don’t think I will….” He chuckles. Alastor slides the knife over Daniel’s face.

“Now, Danny boy! Care to tell me what my daughters last moments were…” His grin grows tighter.

Daniel huffs.

“Don’t go quiet on me now!” Alastor smacks the strapped man repeatedly. “SPEAK UP!”

Daniel starts to laugh, “Your brat….heh..heheh…hehe..HAHAHA!”

“You think this is a laughing matter?” Alastor walks around the table to Daniel’s right hand, “Tell me….” He places the knife on top of Daniel’s fingers, “do you feel this?” Alastor begins to slice off the man’s fingers off one by one.

Daniel cries.

“OKAY! PLEASE” Daniel sobs, “SHE CRIED!!”

Alastor moves on to the other hand and begins slicing.

“SHE WAS SO LOUD!”

Alastor puts his knife down and goes over to grab his hand saw, placing it on top on the man’s arm.

“Tell me more…” Alastor saws through the man’s arm, rather slowly.

“STOP!” Daniel’s begins to howl with fear.

Alastor grabs the knife that he put down, raises it and stabs the man’s right arm.

“I WANTED HER TO SHUT UP SO, I -I SMACKED HER BUT SHE STILL WOULDN’T SHUT UP!!”

Alastor moves on to the other arm and saws that one right off.

“You hit her to shut her up, you killed her for…..what?” Alastor stands behind Daniel’s head.

Daniel is still crying, his head starts to shake, “LET ME GO!”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for…” Using his knife, he points it to the man’s left eye. “I suggest you speak now.”

“I WANTED THE MONEY!! THE FUCKING MONEY! I KILLED YOUR LITTLE BITCH FOR MONEY!! YOU HEAR ME!! I WANTED THE MONEY!!”

Alastor jabs the knife into Daniels eye.

Daniel screams.

“Money…. FOR MONEY?! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER FOR MONEY!?” Alastor starts to laugh.

“THE B-BOSS WANTED Y-YOU TO PAY!” Daniel starts to uncontrollably sob, “SO WE KILLED THAT BITCH!!”

Alastor rips the knife out and stabs the other eye, he continues to stab over the man’s face.

Over and over and over again.

Alastor doesn’t know when the man let out his last breath, he could honestly care less.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Johnny is awoken by the bartender.

“Pal….hey pal! It’s closing time! Go home!”

Johnny rubs his eyes, “Huh? What?” He looks towards the clock behind the bar, “Where’s….where’s Danny?”

“Your friend left thirty minutes ago, hurry on out I have a family waiting for me!” The bartender helps Johnny up, “Don’t forget to pay your tab!”

“Oh…oh yeah….” Johnny reads the receipt and takes the money out of his wallet, handing it to the bartender. “Uh…goodnight, till next time pal…”

“Have a goodnight.” The bartender closes the door.

Johnny walks out the bar still feeling drowsy but his body is filled with emptiness.

Danny told him he shouldn’t care about the girl.

But now the money in his pocket felt heavy.

He wipes his eyes with his hands but immediately retracts them and stares holes into his palms. His hands are shaking.

Johnny puts his hands in pockets and feels the cash.

It burns him.

He crouches down on the sidewalk and covers his ears with his hands.

“I..I don’t want this…. I can’t live like this….” Johnny feels a lump in his throat.

The least he can do his give the money to him…. to the father….yeah….that can be a start…. it wouldn’t make up for what he did but, for now….. this is the least he can do.

Johnny gets up, wipes his tears and begins walking to the home of Mr. Hartfelt.

•°. *࿐•°. *

The porch light is on.

Johnny notes that the blinds are close, but the light insides are on. He feels nervous as he raises his hand to knock on the door.

Should he knock or should he just leave the money on the doorstep? Mr. Hartfelt wouldn’t want to see him…. he probably doesn’t even know what he did. He takes the money out of his pocket, crouches down and places the money on the door mat. Johnny walks down the steps but before he can make it to the last step the door opens.

“Who might you be?”

Johnny stills his back facing the voice behind him.

“Are you alright pal?” The voice sounds sincere.

Johnny slowly faces him, Mr. Hartfelt… father of the girl that he killed.

“I…” he coughs, “I… I just wanted….to give you…” Johnny runs a hand through his hair.

“Something the matter?”

Johnny shakes his head, “Uh… I…”

“Why don’t you come inside?” Mr. Hartfelt smiles warmly.

“What?”

“Come inside…” Mr. Hartfelt opens the door wider, “Its late and you can never be too careful especially since that butcher is around now…”

“Are you sure Mr. Hartfelt?”

Mr. Hartfelt laughs, “Please! Call me Alastor!”

Johnny nods and walks through the door.

“Now I was just about to eat dinner, care to join me?” Alastor leads Johhny to the dinning table.

“S-sure…” Johhny says as he looks around the room, he freezes once he spots a framed photo of a little girl.

Alastor notes this.

“Come now my friend take a seat!” Alastor pulls out the chair for Johnny.

Johnny takes a seat but holds a hand to his stomach.

Alastor stands by the stove stirring a pot, “So! Tell me about your day my friend!”

In front of Johhny is a glass deer, no….it’s a fawn. Its eyes are staring into him. He reaches over the table to grab it.

“It…it was alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Y-yeah… I haven’t really felt g-good for the past couple of days…”

“Oh?” Alastor places a bowl of jambalaya in front of Johnny, “how so?”

Johnny places the glass figurine next to him and picks up the spoon next to him. Wait… when did Mr. Hartfelt set the table?

“Are you going to eat too, Mr. Hartfelt?”

“Of course I am! I recently got my hands on this new meat…. I’ve been itching to try this out… and I thought I told you to call me Alastor! Aren’t we pals?!” Alastor grins as he sets his own bowl down and takes a seat in front of Johnny.

Alastor begins to eat his meal, Johnny takes this as a sign to begin as well.

“Wow… T-this is really good Mr.- oh I mean Alastor!” Johnny says as he takes spoonful after spoonful into his mouth.

“You think so?!” Alastor places his spoon down, claps his hands together, placing his chin on them. He reaches over the table and grabs the fawn, looking at it tenderly.

“Yes sir!” Johnny happily eats his meal. He looks down for a moment, there seems to be something a bit heavy at the bottom of his bowl. With his spoon he scoops it out…its…. a finger.

Johnny drops the spoon.

“Something the matter pal?” Alastor tilts his head.

Johnny takes a quick glance up at Alastor then looks down at the bowl. “I-I thought I s-saw something…” He stirs his spoon around the bowl.

“Oh?” Alastor stands up and walks slowly to the countertop.

“Y-yeah….” Johnny picks up the spoon and watches as the liquid falls down to the bowl.

“I don’t believe there’s anything wrong… it’s my own recipe.”

Johhny takes another spoonful and puts it in his mouth. “What kind of meat is this, Alastor?”

“Did you like it?” Alastor reaches for a knife.

“Yes, I don’t believe I’ve ever had this type of meat before. Is it venison?”

“Not quite.” He stands behind Johnny as the fool continues to eat his meal.

He picks up the bowl, placing the edge near his mouth and allows the liquid to flow into his mouth. Johnny places the bowl back down on the table.

“Thank you for the meal, sir.” He rubs his eyes, it suddenly hits him that he just ate a meal with the father of the dead girl…. the dead girl he killed. Johhny grabs his stomach as he groans.

“How’s Danny?”

“Huh?” Johnny turns around to see Alastor behind him

“How was Danny?”

“Danny?” Does Alastor know Daniel? How?

“He’s your pal, right?” Alastor grabs on to the chair. “How. Was. He? I tried to make sure there wasn’t any nerves for you, I prefer them myself, adds a bit of flavor.”

“…..What….?”

 Alastor bends himself slightly lower, “Go look….” He points to the pot on the stove. Alastor pulls the chair out for Johnny.

Johnny legs tremble as he puts one foot in front of the other as he makes his way to the stove. It like there’s quicksand beneath him.

Finally he stands in front of the pot, he looks back to see Alastor standing behind him once more.

Alastor nods his head towards the pot, Johnny listens.

He grabs the lid of the pot. His hand starts to shake but he rips the lid off oh so quickly. Yet just as quickly as he took it off, he drops it to the ground.

“Huh!? What!? What is this!!”

An eye is staring back at him, along with other pieces of …. meat… no…no…no, this can’t be.

“That’s n-not real!”

“Oh but it is! Come now, take a closer look!” He pushes Johnny closer to the pot. Alastor uses the ladle and stirs the pot. Once he does that, more pieces of “meat” come up.

“Oh, looky here!” A finger is brought to the surface. “I forgot to cut this one! Oh well!” Alastor grabs it and bites a part of it. “Would you like some leftovers?” He grins in Johnny’s face.

Johnny pushes himself away from Alastor, “What the fuck is this!?”

“Now, now! Guests aren’t supposed to be rude especially since I oh so gratefully let you in and cooked just for you!”

Johnny’s chest starts to heave up and down, “You…. what did you do?!!” He yells out.

“What did I do?” Alastor grin turns more sinister, “What did you do?”

Johnny meets Alastor’s eyes, “I….I…”

“You didn’t just walk up to my door for nothing did you? You didn’t drown yourself in sorrows at the Hideaway for nothing did you?”

A lump forms in Johnny’s throat. “I-I….”

“Go on… tell me what you did.” Alastor walks towards Johnny. “Tell me what you did to my little girl….”

Johnny finally meets Alastor’s eyes as the man towers over him.

“Speak.” His grip around the knife tightens.

“I killed her.” Johnny’s back hits the countertops.

“Tell me more.”

“W-we saw you drop the g-girl off at the school. I thought we were gonna go after y-you but Danny said no. We followed the kids into the woods and waited in the dark.”

Johhny takes a moment to breathe.

“We saw the girl come towards us, I d-don’t think she saw us. She-” His breath hitches, “She was reaching for a flower, I-I-I don’t remember what color it was, all I remember was Danny telling me to go.”

Alastor stays still.

“She started to scream and Danny smacked her, but she still kept screaming. He wanted to shut her up. S-s-so I grabbed her and threw her to the ground by her throat. S-she tried to scratch me but I still kept pushing down harder. And…and…and I pushed so hard. It was so hard. She was looking at me…. I was so scared…. I just kept pushing and pushing and pushing.”

 Alastor’s grip goes white.

“Then it finally snapped.”

Alastor punches Johnny and he falls to the floor.

Alastor straddles him and begins to throw punch after punch after punch.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

“YOU TOOK MY LIGHT! MY LIGHT!!!”

Alastor gets up puts the knife in his pocket and grabs Johnny and drags him through the house down to his basement.

“I-I’m sorry…. so sorry…sorry….sorry…sorry…sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Alastor throws Johnny on the table.

“Sorry so sorry.” He shakes his head.

Alastor takes the knife out, “Do you understand what you did?”

“Yes….yes���yes…yes…sorry…sorry…sorry.”

“Tell me her name…”

“I….”

“Say it!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Alastor starts to laugh maniacally, “Are you fucking serious!”

“My daughter…. You didn’t even know her name!” Alastor stabs Johnny’s stomach.

Johnny screams.

Alastor leaves the knife there and moves close to Johnny’s ear.

“Y/n….her name was Y/n.” He moves back and rips the knife out of his stomach making Johnny yell.

“SAY IT! SAY HER NAME!!”

“Y/N!!” Johnny yells.

“Y/N I’M SORRY SO SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!” Johnny cries out.

Alastor moves closer to his face, putting his hands on Johnny’s neck applying pressure.

“Is this what she felt?”

Alastor pushes his hands into Johnny’s neck, tightening his hold.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Then the snap.

•°. *࿐•°. *

PRESENT

No.

No, not this time.

They won’t take you from him, not when he just held you for the first time in decades. Not when you smiled so joyfully when you saw him. Not when you held on to him so tightly.

No.

He won’t give up.

He’ll get you back.

Whatever the cost.

This is not the end.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

I am so sorry for not updating a lot! My spring semester starts on Tuesday and I am a bit nervous. Writers block sucks!! The ending is a bit rushed I apologize for that but I will make up for it in part 3.

Wordcount: 4592

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More than Anything

Lucifer x Adapted daughter! Reader

Synopsis: You were just a baby with weird shapes on your cheek and having no one Lucifer took you in while depressed until it got really bad so Charlie and Vaggie started taking care of you

You played with your dolls as Charlie was playing with you. It’s been 1 years since the last time you saw your dad and yet you don’t know him. When you were first taken away you couldn’t eat anything at all until Charlie started to actually pay attention to you to the point where she knows every detail.

Charlie was happy to take you in as a sister but was disappointed at her dad for leaving such a young now two year old without a parental guidance. Charlie had her mom but who do you have?

She watched you sucking on you pacifier while characterizing the doll with innocence. It was no surprise that you were a hellborn because your cheeks gave it away. No human has the power that you have.

“Come little baby let go get you a warm bottle of milk and some lunch” Charlie exclaimed before picking you up as you clinged to her.

For a two year old you so small and adorable.

When Charlie reach the kitchen Husk was already in there grabbing an apple sauce before putting it in front of you. “Do you want me to feed her Charlie?” Husk mumbles as he gets a baby spoon to feed you in.

“Oh! Thank you Husk this helps so I can make her mil-“I always made her milk it’s in the microwave” Husk interrupt her that’s when the Microwave made a sound meaning it was done.

Husk airplane feed you the apple sauce as you played with his paws, he didn’t mind because he grown attached to you.

“Husk do you mind watching ___? I have to do business around the hotel” Charlie asked making Husk instantly agree. “Yeah I can definitely watch this kit” Husk said making Charlie tell him your schedule before kissing your forehead on the way out.

“Well it’s just you and me munchkin” He mumbles as you were sucking your bottle with the milk in it. He gently lift you up carrying you to the lobby.

He laid you down the couch, on your back as you continued to drinking the warm milk. As you fell asleep drinking the bottle. As you did Husk brought up a pacifier to your lips and automatically sucked on the pacifier.

Husk chuckles before making a pile of blankets so you don’t roll over and fall on the couch.

Hours later

Lucifer came in when Charlie called him, And when Lucifer saw his sleeping child being carried by Angel dust as rocked side by side so you can stay sleeping.

“C-Can I hold her?” He asked Charlie making her nod as she smiled uncontrollably. Angel dust gently put you in Lucifer’s arms making you squirm and slowly open your eyes.

“Hi Baby Angel, I’m your papa” Lucifer said gently and he rubbed your back. You looked at him tiredly and curiosity.

“Papa?” You mumbled

“Yeah I’m your papa” Lucifer chuckled with tears in his eyes as he put his forehead against yours as you giggle putting your hands on his cheeks as he does this. He can’t believe how much you grown as he cried in Joy finally getting to raise you properly Lucifer pulled charlie into a hug with you and him.

“I love you both more than anything” He whispered to you both.

[zaebeecee]

The Radio Angel

by @fletchingbrilliant and ZaeBeeCee

In the immediate aftermath of an Extermination, Adam returns to Hell at the behest of the archangel Gabriel in order to retrieve one single human soul: the Radio Demon. All those in the Hazbin Hotel know is that Alastor is dead, unaware that the head of the exorcists had any agenda... or even that he was ever there. Ten years later, Angel Dust is nearly killed during another Extermination, only to be saved by an angel bearing almost every one of Alastor's features except his smile and, apparently, his memory. Determined to save Alastor, Angel Dust--and the rest of the Hotel residents--find themselves ready to challenge the highest ranks of Heaven. It's definitely not a good idea, but when has that ever stopped any of them?

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Chapter 01 •

“That was fuckin’ awful.”

Angel Dust leaned forward on the bar, one set of arms folded on the polished wood while a third hand held a glass of straight whiskey and a fourth hand held his head up. Everything hurt, and he knew he wasn’t the only one feeling it; even Vaggie was limping when she walked, and she would sooner kiss a Vee on television (with tongue) than show any level of physical weakness.

Exterminations had never been great. When they came, the option was to hide and hope a divine didn’t find you, and then pray to whatever would listen that you would be able to fight if they did. This was the first year that Angel Dust had ever actually stood ground anywhere during an extermination, and he had come to a conclusion: it was fucking stupid.

But they were alive. That was what mattered. And the hotel was still standing, which was a plus. Despite her overall mood being so down, Charlie was clearly feeling bolstered that part of her plan had been successful. She was so bolstered, as a matter of fact, that she had lifted Angel’s drink limit for the rest of the night (but she’d given Husk instructions to cut him off, so it could have been better).

Everyone was still gathered in the lobby, with the exception of Alastor, who had gone up to his radio tower to give his annual and suspiciously upbeat Extermination Recap. Charlie had turned the broadcast on in the lobby, and for once, nobody was terribly put off by the Radio Demon’s choice of entertainment material.

As was his ritual even before his seven-year sabbatical, Alastor made note of any notable Sinners who were slain, highlighted particularly amusing murders, and now, offered a shout out to anyone who had at least managed to make an angel’s life more difficult. The sound was eternally backed by the chorus of the damned the Radio Demon had collected over the years, howling behind his voice and impossible to completely ignore.

“The golden blood had better be raining from the sky next year, or maybe I'll have to join them in wiping out all you hot little gongoozlers myself! And that's a fact!”

Angel glanced to his side, where Cherri had her head laid down on the bar top, pillowed on folded arms. He couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not, and he didn’t want to bother her if she was. “How you feelin’?” he asked Husk instead, who was (for some fucking reason) actually on his feet and doing his job, instead of doing something sensible like sitting down.

Husk barely looked up from whatever he was doing, maybe cleaning the pour tops for his bottles. “Doin’ how I'm doing,” the old cat demon growled. But then he glanced Angel’s way. “You holding it together, bud?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah,” Angel said, hopefully dismissively. He reached up and put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing through the sharp pain of a bite wound that he absolutely hadn’t gotten in battle. “Just glad that shit’s done for another year. Eager to go to bed and sleep for a week.”

“Husk,” Cherri whined into the bar top, apparently still awake. She made a grabby hand in the direction of his voice. “Lime meeee.”

Husk dropped a whole, uncut lime into Cherri’s hand with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Stupid cockwomble, thinks he’s so funny, I’m not here to fuck spiders,” Cherri grumbled as she withdrew the lime anyway.

Angel could hear her ripping it open and the sound of her biting into it. “Good, because I’m so not into you.”

“Like you’d be so lucky, fucknuckle,” Cherri said in the same dispassionate voice, flicking a chunk of rind that she’d stripped bare onto the bar top.

Angel looked at Husk and jerked one thumb at Cherri, theatrically whispering, “She’s in a great mood.”

“I was right next to him,” Cherri said, sitting up and snapping her head to look at Angel. “I have a short list of things I never want to see, but the Radio Demon unhinging his jaw and biting an entire head off is on that list. He didn’t even change his height. I see it when I close my eye.” Angel cackled, only laughing harder when she picked up the stripped lime rind and threw it at his face.

“Cool it, Jack,” Husk chided, messing around with something Angel couldn't see. In a couple of moments, he turned around and slid a small tray to Cherri. On it was a mixer where the rest of a drink was stored, some of it already poured into a highball glass with lime on the rim. And on a plate beside it, a pile of neatly sliced limes. “Nobody needs to see that shit. And nobody's as numb to it as you are, Angel. Maybe try to keep that in mind, huh?”

Cherri grumbled a cross, but sincere, thank you as she picked up the glass and took a measured sip of it. It was odd, Angel thought; Cherri pounded even complicated alcoholic drinks like it was going out of style when they went out together, but unless Husk gave her a shot, she never did the same thing here.

Weird and not worth thinking about right now, he decided.

“I dunno how anybody has a choice not to be numb to it,” Angel Dust said, looking at Husk again. “I mean, we kinda live with the guy, and we see him almost every day. If you don’t adjust, you’ll end up with a heart attack, at best.”

“Adjusting to his… vibe is one thing,” Husk said, glancing to Cherri to… make sure she was enjoying her drink, probably. “What he does when he's in a mood… there ain't no adjusting to that.”

From the middle of the lobby, Angel heard Vaggie, who had been sitting with Charlie nearby in relative silence.

“Hey, Alastor just signed off.”

Sure enough, when Angel shifted his focus, the radio was suddenly only sending out static.

“…what…?” Angel muttered, mostly to himself. That was odd. Alastor had been very excited about his post-extermination broadcast. “…why?”

“That was remarkably short,” Sir Pentious said as he lifted an Egg Boi off the radio before it could try to ‘fix the problem’. “I am sure we are all accustomed to him being far more long-winded than that.”

Charlie shook her head. She was staring at the radio, her frown slowly growing deeper. “He signed off too quickly for it to be normal,” she said, her quiet voice carrying through the now silent lobby. “I wonder if something happened…”

Their answer, strange and startling as it was, came with the renewed silence that followed Charlie's words. The space around them grew suddenly darker, and Angel was all too familiar with the type of power that settled in the air. But it wasn't the same one he knew. It was deeper. Darker. And the smell that twisted around them wasn't that horrible heady pink sour-sweet smoke he was used to.

It was rich and meaty, almost. Smoky… swampy… and he caught the faint whiff of cloves.

His breath was foul, but intoxicating, and Angel didn't want to take in any other scent for as long as he existed. The stench was paired with the rich spice of cloves, and he could see the black cigarette that carried it poised between his wicked grinning lips.

No one had any time to react. The moment after the air shifted, the darkness was pierced by a shocking green light.

Husk and Niffty both let out startled cries, and Angel could only stare in horror at the green chains trailing from their throats, heavy collars clasped around their necks. The chains were extending across the lobby, through the wall, angled far upwards, Angel knowing where they both must end. But then the chains began to shake, wobbling in that unreal sort of way something extremely heavy did when placed under extreme tension. They grew taut, vibrated under a crushing unseen force.

And then they shattered.

Husk and Niffty both fell to their knees. It was only Husk who collapsed completely, trying futilely to catch his own fall. Niffty was breathing fast and hard, consumed by panic. Both of them were grasping at their necks. The green glow faded completely, the chains gone, the darkness lifting. Even the scent faded away, leaving them alone with an empty feeling.

The silence only lasted for a few seconds. “Husk!!” Cherri shouted, shattering the emptiness too as she vaulted over the bar, knocking the little tray to the ground, glass shattering against the wood floor.

“…Alastor…” Angel knew what those chains meant. And he recognized the color, as well. And the direction the chains had been going… his mind flooded with dread as he shoved away from the bar and vaulted to his feet, running for the front door. “ALASTOR!!”

“Angel! Wait!!” Charlie cried, but he completely ignored her as he slammed through the door and skidded on the pavement before he managed to change direction and ran for the left side of the building. He jumped, reaching the first balcony, then jumped again to the third floor exterior, before he began scrambling his way up the side of the building.

No. No, this isn’t happening. You’re fine. Nothing happened. The extermination is over. You’re okay. I know you are. You always are. You promised we could…

Angel grabbed the underside of the vertical hotel sign and felt pain shoot through the bite on his shoulder. Immediately, he could feel the teeth in his flesh, the warmth of a thin and strong body pressed against his back, blood on his sheets, words growled in his ear…

“Are you ready, sha?”

So many months, Angel had wondered where he stood with Alastor. From flirting and dismissal or threats, to talking in the lounge over a shared interest in jazz, to occasionally cooking together… to the night before the extermination, when Alastor’s smile had been enraged and confused and desperate as he slammed Angel into the wall and promised him a pain so sweet that the extermination would be nothing but an inconvenience.

And he had delivered.

Alastor was guilty of many things, but he had never once broken a promise to Angel. He wasn’t about to let him start now.

He had never been in the radio tower before. He didn’t think anyone had except Alastor and Kee Kee, whose presence was a mystery to the Radio Demon but seemed persistent because she liked to sleep on the equipment. It took Angel a few seconds to even see the door, more of a hatch on the underside of the tower past the metal arm holding it aloft. Too panicked to be careful, Angel ran across the metal beams, slamming his palm up into the trap door.

“ALASTOR!” he yelled, hitting the door three more times. It didn’t budge. “FUCK YOU, ALASTOR, LET ME IN!!”

The latch clicked on its own, and Angel felt cold for half a second, but the sensation left as the spider shoved the door open and crawled into the tower. Pushing himself to his feet, Angel began running again, but stopped short after a few steps, looking around the room.

He could see what felt like the entire Pride ring through the windows past Alastor’s equipment. He saw his chair, his ‘Oh Deer’ mug, his collection of jazz records, all of the old equipment that Alastor refused to update… nothing was disturbed. Even the papers he had been reading from were stacked neatly, like they had just been tapped into a pile.

Alastor wasn’t anywhere.

“…Alastor…?” Angel called tentatively, stepping closer to the equipment. “This ain’t funny, Smiles, where are you?” His foot knocked something, and Angel looked down. He immediately stopped cold.

Alastor’s microphone was laying on the ground at his feet.

Angel’s breath shook as he stared at it. Alastor would never, never, go anywhere without his microphone close by. Not unless he had no choice. And if he had no choice, that meant—

No.

Trembling, Angel knelt and carefully wrapped two of his hands around the microphone staff. He straightened up, staring at it, and felt tears welling in his eyes.

The static in the microphone was gone. It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t cold; it felt like everything else in the room. He couldn’t feel power anymore. It was just… an object.

Angel’s breath caught in his throat, and his vision blurred as he clenched his jaw so hard he heard the hinge creak. He tightened his grip on the microphone stand, his mind blank. He barely heard the distant sound of groaning metal and snapping wires; it all meant nothing to him until a rumble shook the floor that sent him to his knees.

The radio tower was collapsing with him in it, and he couldn’t make himself care.

•

It was gone

It was gone

A terrible emptiness was clinging at his neck, so shocking it nearly burned. Husk grasped at empty space, his eyes unable to focus anywhere at all. He was on the ground, his stomach feeling the cold floor through his fur. He managed to slowly turn his head and was aware of Niffty, on her knees at his side. Her hands were on her thighs, palms upward, her mouth hanging open in shock.

He had longed for this. He wanted the end to the worst mistake he had ever made, and now it was here.

It was here and he felt… he felt…

He couldn't feel anything but pain.

“Husk!!” Warm hands grabbed onto one of his shoulders, firm enough that he couldn’t yank himself away. “C’mon, Husk, snap out of it!”

In fact they were really warm. And he could smell… nitrate.

His head bobbed, turning it vaguely. “The chain… my… my soul…”

He heard Niffty choke out what sounded like a sob.

One of the hands left his shoulders, and he heard a snap, accompanied by a sharp pop, like one of those bang snaps human children insisted on playing with. “Husk, come on, look at me!”

His ears, then his head turned and his eyes tried to focus. What he was met with was one large staring eye, a bright pinkish red X focused on him.

“...hey Bomb Pop,” he managed to whisper.

“Hey Korerehu,” Cherri answered with a similar softness, her hands now rubbing his shoulders. “I dunno what’s going on, but I need you to stay with us, ay?”

As Husk focused, his surroundings were quickly coming to him. From what sounded like outside, he could hear Charlie yelling. “Angel! Come back!!”

“What–” Husk looked past Cherri, but of course could see nothing. Her warmth, the movement, it was making it easier to think. “What's happening? Where’s…”

“Where's Alastor??!” Niffty wailed.

“C'mon,” Husk said to Cherri, letting her help him to his feet. “Let's get after the kid.”

“I dunno, Niff, let’s go see.” Cherri reached down and picked her up, then took Husk’s hand to steady him and ran out of the hotel after the others.

It didn’t take long to find them. They hadn’t gone far from the door, all gathered in front of the hotel’s eastern wing. Vaggie and Sir Pentious were both looking towards Alastor’s radio tower, and several of the Egg Bois were running around, miraculously staying out of the way even as they apparently tried to find something to do.

Charlie turned towards them as soon as she heard them approach, but she didn’t let go of Vaggie’s hand. “Angel went into the radio tower,” she said without preamble.

“Something is wrong,” Pentious said. “With the radio tower, I mean. I don’t remember it being tilted at that much of a downward angle before.”

That was all Husk registered hearing before unfurling his wings and launching himself up into the air. He felt his feathers rush past Cherri and Niffty but he had no time to care. Pentious was right. The tower was sagging. And as Husk flew to one tier of the hotel, scaling up to the next, and the next, he heard the deep groan of bending metal beams and the sharp splintering of wooden boards. Gritting his teeth, Husk kicked off the side of the building, his wings flapping and tucking in to propel himself faster. He raised his forearms in front of his face, feeling his hat fly off as he crashed through the huge glass window. He rolled to his feet, feeling the floor tilting beneath his paws.

“Angel! Kid!!”

Angel was kneeling on the floor, unmoving. He looked like he was in some sort of shock. It was delayed, but he started, then looked up at Husk with eyes entirely glossed over with tears.

Alastor’s microphone was held in two of his hands across his lap.

For an instant, Husk froze. The sight of the abandoned microphone, with Alastor’s domain crumbling around them… the somehow painful emptiness around his throat… it was all making everything way too real. And Angel Dust… he was… crying? The tower gave a huge lurch that snapped him back to real space, and Husk rushed the other Sinner and scooped him into his arms.

“We’re getting the fuck out of here. Hang on, kid!”

Angel Dust didn’t resist. He was like a rag doll, focused on nothing but holding onto that microphone as Husk launched them back out into the open air. The moment he touched down on the edge of the roof, a horrific, cracking groan filled the air, and below them… the metal supports of the radio tower finally began snapping under the force of some unseen and massive power.

As soon as it began to fall—almost that very instant—Angel Dust became animated again. “No,” he whispered, staring over the edge of the roof. “No, no, NO, NO!!” He tried to launch himself out of Husk’s hold, his sudden desperation so intense that the bartender had no choice but to seize onto the spider with his claws to keep him in place. Angel didn’t even seem to notice. “ALASTOR!!”

“Kid, kid stop it!!” Husk dug in deeper, some wild emotion bubbling up inside of him that came out as a scream. “HE’S GONE, DAMMIT! He’s DEAD!”

Angel froze, his hand clinging to the side of the roof like he wanted to propel himself off of it. His labored breath began changing in tone, a distressed and high-pitched whirring noise hissing through his clenched teeth, before he threw his head back. The noise he made was somewhere between a heartbroken scream and the wailing howl of a wounded animal, continuing as he doubled over and hugged the microphone to his chest. As he lost air in his lungs, the sound tapered off into a weak vocalized exhale, just before he collapsed into Husk, sobbing openly and almost hysterically.

Husk went to his knees, falling back to let Angel fall fully into his lap. He felt helpless, hollow, utterly ill equipped to help Angel with whatever horrifically incomprehensible agony he was going through. There was no way he could bring himself to desire any understanding, not for Alastor. For anyone at all but for the Radio Demon. Yet as Angel cried, the sick feeling within Husk only grew, the pressure in his throat and behind his eyes burning and pressing into him from the inside and threatening to burst and tear him apart.

Dully, he was aware of the others’ voices down below, panicked and confused, calling their names… and Alastor’s. Niffty was crying again. But Husk didn’t move. Angel clearly was in no position to go anywhere or do anything, and he wasn’t about to disrupt that. Caring for the spider was all he had to keep him from actually addressing the growing pit that his freedom had left him with. He stroked Angel’s back in slow and gentle movements, uncertain if the kid even felt it.

How did this happen? The extermination was over. The angels were gone, the portal closed. And yet, Alastor knew something had happened. He ended his broadcast in order to face it.

And then it killed him.

Alastor, the Radio Demon, the most perplexing and terrifying Overlord to ever menace the streets of Hell, was dead.

Husk, the disgraced gambler who knew better than anyone just how despicable the creature truly was… he was free.

And with that knowledge, he leaned over Angel Dust, and he cried.

•

There was one spot on the red wooden bartop that never liked to take polish well. For a structure conjured out of apparent nowhere this imperfection was confounding, and irritating. Husk once wondered if it was there intentionally, crafted by its creator explicitly to fuck with him, to annoy him when he had to wipe down this bar day after day after day. He had never chosen to go into slinging booze. Drinking was a favorite vice of his for many years, and Husk knew his home was on the other side of the bar. But that was how Alastor was. He loved his little ironies. In the last hour Husk had polished that impossible spot on the counter so many times, so thoroughly and with so much product that it was now so shiny that it would forever stand out from the rest of the bartop for a completely different reason. But Husk wasn’t thinking about that. Was he thinking about anything? His hand moved in circles, over and over and over, dabbing the cloth with the polish, applying it to the same spot, then circles. Circles. Circles.

Niffty was with him, treating stains and sweeping, stabbing bugs with her giant needle with no real enthusiasm. She was even working on the most stubborn blood stains, the ones she had named long ago, causing the edges to fade, the warped ‘faces’ becoming less discernible. She had stopped crying hours ago, and now the two of them were numb. Neither knew how to process what happened, and neither was in any shape to reach out to the other. So they merely existed in the same space together, going through the motions, doing what they had always done since Alastor first dragged them into the Hazbin Hotel. What else could they do?

They were both so deep in their own pits of thought and feeling and aching emptiness that neither of them heard anyone else enter the room until Charlie stepped onto the wooden floor of the bar area with her bare, cloven-hoofed feet. Her hair was still tied completely up, jacket and tie gone, shirt untucked and sleeves rolled past her elbows; by her physical state, going through the wreckage outside was taking a while.

Charlie looked between the two of them, flexing her hands at her sides and looking like she was about to offer them an apology… or worse, sympathy. Instead, she looked at Husk, and spoke in a roughened voice. “Angel’s finally asleep,” she said. “Pen gave him something to knock him out, make him get some rest. …thought you’d want to know.”

He nodded dully. “Yeah. Thanks.” His own voice was raw, and he realized it was the first time he’d spoken since finding Angel Dust in the tower. “The others. They good?”

“Uh. They’re…” Charlie rubbed her arm, looking towards the front doors. “…Vaggie’s still outside, looking for anything that might tell us… …in the…” She bit down on her lip. “…Pen’s trying to find the door to his bedroom. It… it disappeared. Cherri was with Angel but I think she’s in the kitchen now.” She raised her hand and rubbed it across her mouth, now just staring at the entrance hall. “…I’m gonna call my dad in a bit. See if… maybe he knows anything. Or if he can come and check things out.”

The princess’s mood was heavy. Serious. She hadn’t seemed to be doing great after the extermination, but now… subdued was too mild a word for it.

“…Husk. Niffty.” Charlie finally looked at them again. “You two… don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.”

“What?” Husk just stared at her, and Niffty dropped the soap bucket she'd been carrying.

Charlie’s expression was sad, heavy, but perfectly serious. “I know you came here because he compelled you,” she said. “And I know neither of you were given a choice in the matter. You don’t… have to leave. I know I speak for everyone when I say we care about you, and we want both of you to stay. If you want your rooms, if you want your jobs, they’re yours, and we can discuss your pay tomorrow. But if staying here is…” Her expression faltered slightly. “…if you choose to leave, I understand.”

Husk let the rag he’d been using fall over the spot he had overpolished. “You’ve put together just what happened there… The nature of our… relationship.”

She nodded.

He nodded back, and saw Niffty approaching, slowly clambering up onto a barstool and then hopping onto the bar to sit on the edge as she always had. Husk couldn’t handle the expression on her face so he focused back on Charlie. “It’s been a long time. For both of us. Hard to imagine what’s next.”

“No it’s not,” Niffty said in a sad little voice.

“Niff?”

She looked at him, but he still couldn’t meet her eye, so instead he merely felt her somber gaze. “We’re gonna stay here, right Husk? I mean, there’s still so much cleaning left to do. We all know we can’t trust any of you guys to handle it.”

Husk closed his eyes. How am I gonna say this?

Charlie made a soft noise like a sad chuckle. “You’re right about that, Niffty. We all know what happens when the Egg Bois try to do the windows.” Husk heard her approach the bar. He could feel her hand touch the bar top near one of his, but she didn’t make contact; it was simply the unmistakable aura of power the princess didn’t seem to realize she always had wrapped around her. “I don’t need an answer right now, Husk,” she said, her voice softer. “I wanted to give you your options. You can take as long as you need to consider it. …even if you need to think about it somewhere else.” Her hand moved again. “Niffty, I know it’s late, but Vaggie wanted to ask you something. Would you mind coming with me for a minute? You can come right back after.”

When Husk opened his eyes he saw Niffty smile warmly at Charlie, accepting the Princess' hand in helping her hop down off of the bar. The little demon cast Husk a look. He didn't say anything.

Charlie gave Husk a nod, her face full of an alien sort of understanding that he wasn’t equipped to deal with right at that moment. Maybe not at all. She then returned Niffty’s smile, keeping a hold of her hand and walking out of the hotel with her. Husk couldn’t pick out the words, but he heard Charlie speaking softly just before they disappeared through the doors.

The silence left behind was heavy. Deafening, almost. It had been bad enough when he and Niffty had been simply going through the motions together, but without even her small presence, the hotel lobby felt too huge. It was like it could swallow him whole.

Before Husk could decide what he was going to do—before he had a chance to really establish what his options were—another door opened. The kitchen door. Cherri Bomb wandered into the lobby, looking a little bit lost, her hair down and her arms hugging her torso. She gazed around the room for a moment, only stopping when her eye landed on Husk. Then, she just looked at him.

He watched her for a few moments, trying to parse her expression, feeling perhaps as lost as she did. Unable to come up with anything else he just said, “You need a drink.”

“…yeah.”

Cherri came over, only releasing her hold on her own abdomen when she slid onto a stool and folded her arms on the bar top. She watched him mix the drink; Husk couldn’t tell if she really wanted a drink, or if she could somehow tell that he needed something to do.

“…I made food,” Cherri said. “Wanted to lay a hāngī but that… so, it’s just roasted veg and some fish. …doubt anybody’s gonna be hungry, but it’s there.”

He was working without thinking, starting with a lime in hand. She likes lime. But it was a cocktail he hadn't had in a long time, and wasn't sure he'd ever actually made one on his own. His memory was almost too good though, and with white rum, triple sec, maraschino, and a squirt of simple syrup, all blended with ice, he soon presented Cherri and himself a pair of large and full martini glasses of an opaque drink the color of honeysuckle.

“It's called a beachcomber,” he said, twisting a half of a lime over each of them. “Maybe we can pretend it's not so cold.”

“Thanks,” Cherri said quietly, pulling her drink closer once he was done. Her eye was fixed on the glass as she traced her index finger slowly around the rim. She made a strange noise in the back of her throat, then cleared it. “…fuck,” she whispered, her voice shaking with weak laughter and some other emotion. “I didn’t even like the fucker. I didn’t like the way he made… …why… why am I sad…?”

Husk stared at her, that pit gnawing at him a little more. “He was a bastard. A complete monster, a manipulative and cruel sack of shit… We should be glad. Fuck, we should be relieved.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” He could see that Cherri was smiling, a sardonic curve of her mouth that almost looked painful. “…wanted to hate him because he made Angie cry.”

Angel Dust. Husk had been trying not to think about that. About sitting on the roof… that sound…

“That monster’s controlled my life for years… I knew him better than maybe anybody. But… what the fuck is Angel thinking? Why… What did Alastor do to him to make him feel that way?”

There had been something nagging at the back of his mind in the last few weeks, watching the two of them together, seeming almost to start joking together, Alastor showing more willingness to be near Angel Dust and being more playful toward his lewd commentary. Just another thing he didn't want to entertain thinking about.

“Angie wouldn’t tell me,” Cherri said, addressing her drink. “…I think he was in love. …is. Dunno why.” She finally picked the glass up and took a slow sip of it, much slower than she usually did. “…s’good.”

Angel’s in love…? With him? How is that even possible…? He watched Cherri drink. Her look was still so distant and strange. Seeing her so subdued, her fire so dim, it made him want to… do… something. “Good gin can fix just about anything.” He downed half of his in one go, immediately cursing himself when the slush hit his soft palate and shot pain straight into his skull.

Cherri glanced up at him and smirked a little, her amusement at his amateur mistake sparking for a second. She finished her own drink, apparently impervious to brain freeze, and placed it back on the bar top. She then placed her index finger on the base of her empty martini glass and rotated it back and forth slowly. “…hey. Husk.” She glanced up at him again, her face serious. “D’you wanna fuck?”

He met her gaze, warmth slowly gathering back in his head. For a moment he had to make sure he’d heard her correctly. “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

She shrugged at him. “It’s just a yes or a no. I can handle rejection, I’m not that psycho.”

“That’s not the answer I’m talking about.” He finished his drink, careful to swallow it right this time. All the while, he didn’t drop eye contact with the explosive Sinner.

Her lip quirked a little, almost humorously. “Y’think I asked and hoped you wouldn’t say yes?”

Husk couldn’t stop his own smile. It felt like a shadow of the past. Abandoning everything uncleaned at the bar he stepped out from behind it, closing the space between himself and Cherri. He took her bare waist and tilted his face to look down at her. “Figured I’d give you a chance to think better of it.”

Cherri’s hands were warm on his upper arms when she placed them there, her fingers threading through black fur. “I’m not out to think right now,” she said, but there was no hesitation or regret when she pulled him forward and kissed him.

He fell in almost too easily. His arms finished encircling her, and he tugged her body against his. She really was warm, and heavy with a vaguely sharp and bitter scent.

The moment he pulled her closer, she wrapped her own arms around his neck, encouraging the kiss to deepen. She caught his tongue and sucked on it, biting just hard enough to give him a brief spark of pain, before she broke it and spoke against his lips in a gently panting voice. “Where?”

“My room,” he murmured back, his nose brushing her cheek. For just a little while, maybe they could both forget what just happened.

•

“The golden blood had better be raining from the sky next year, or maybe I'll have to join them in wiping out all you hot little gongoozlers myself! And that's a fact!”

Alastor reclined further in his seat, tilting his head back with a self-satisfied purr deep in his chest.

“I'm happy to report that I made quite the haul myself this year! Anyone feeling brave enough to traipse over to Cannibal Town tomorrow will be treated to the most fantastic feast you can imagine! Did you know that angel blood makes the most marvelous base for a binding agent in sausage filling? Not only is it succulent, but it sparkles at you while you eat it!”

He chuckled, letting the sound ring clear and bright through his microphone and across the airwaves. This development in Hell’s relationship with Heaven had managed to make his radio empire grow even faster than he’d anticipated since his return, and he was milking it for all it was worth. He could feel the pulse of both Sinners and hellborn alike tuning in to what had become the most comprehensive coverage of the extermination, without coating everything in a digestible sheen, ready to market to the latest in crowd. Idly he pressed into his left shoulder with his fingertips, biting his lip at the sting of a special pain that had been left there the night before. But he didn't allow himself to think about the context.

“And while you’re at it, be sure to come down and–” Alastor paused, cutting the mic as his ears turned toward a muffled sound coming from somewhere behind and above him. He turned his head while he switched the mic back on. “–and see what delights are on offer at Rosie’s Emporium! Remember, that’s Rosie’s Emporium! Where Rosie’s Guarantee is: Whether by Bread or Brocade, You’ll be Dressed for Dinner!”

Something was trying to get in. But it wasn’t on the roof, nor was it clinging to the scaffolding outside. He switched the mic off again and set an interstitial piece to play. In the next thirty seconds Alastor rose from his seat, cast a couple of intricate signs with his hands and when he projected his power out towards the disturbance in his ceiling, he was immediately sent backward into his desk by a ripple of equal power sent back at him. He pushed himself up with his fallen chair, materializing his staff in his hand.

At a corner of his studio, where two walls met the ceiling, there was a tear. A tear in the fabric of space, which was lined with a sickeningly bright aura of white and a gentle pale blue. It widened as Alastor rose, and his stomach twisted when he felt the force of energy that was now descending into his sanctuary.

He didn’t take his eyes from the portal as he raised his microphone staff to his lips, using it to finish the broadcast.

“I do hope you’ve enjoyed the broadcast, my cats, chicks, and chumps! Make sure you tilt one back for the sweet little saps who didn’t make it. Remember, next time, it could be you! And even if the angels don’t get you… the Radio Demon surely will.”

The signal cut off, and Alastor watched a pair of feet descending from the portal.

“To what do I owe this dubious little visitation?” he said, not moving from where he stood with his back to the desk and his mountain of equipment. The figure was growing more clear, long and flowing white robes covering an unreadable shape, a dark helm with long horns and a brutish artificial face.

The leader of the Exorcists, and an all around grotesque little irritant, Adam, was now standing in Alastor’s most sacred space.

“WASSUUUP BITCH!” the eloquent gentleman said, brandishing his unwieldy and ridiculous weapon. “Looks like you’re feelin’ pretty fuckin’ good about yourself right about now, huh? Extermination done, so you're feelin’ cushy and vibing out? Yeah, makes sense. So fuckin’ slow you don’t have any idea how fucked you are!”

“Do I need to leave so you can be alone with yourself?” Alastor asked, crossing his arms and cocking one hip. “I’m clearly not needed for this stimulating conversation.”

Adam sneered, wagging one finger at Alastor. “Nuh-uh. Stupid. Shut up. I’m the one who gets to feel awesome now.”

“And why is that?”

“Because now I get to fucking kill you.” The angel looked so pleased his face was starting to glitch, his grin turning manic.

Alastor laughed, throwing his head back and tossing his staff from one hand to the other. “You’re a little late, aren’t you, pal? Even the big cheese himself isn’t immune to the agreement that allows your little harvests to go down in the first place!”

But Adam laughed in return, fully raising his musical axe. “Sorry, creepazoid. This isn’t an extermination…”

Faster than Alastor thought he would (or could), the Exorcist swept towards him, slinging his axe in a wide arc. The demon had hardly any time to react, launching himself backward over his desk and landing on the floor just in time to be missed by the weaponized guitar. His desk, however, was hewn in two, splinters flying everywhere, cables cut and soundboards splitting open. Sparks flew around them both, and Adam laughed.

“...this is a reclamation.”

Alastor called on the shadows to coalesce around his feet, and he felt his body pulse and warp. His vision grew more distorted than it already was, the sight of his prey sharper and sicker. Awareness of Hell’s sweet and foul darkness blossomed into his mind and slid needles through gray matter, barbed and envenomed. Tenebrous limbs rose up and encircled him, acting through his intentions, the willpower planted inside them giving him physical sensation in turn.

“Oh, did I take something from you?” Alastor asked, casting a protective shell about himself while he started working up an eldritch flame. “I wish I’d known, I probably would have cared a little!”

Adam wasted no more time. Still grinning like a maniac, he merely flicked his fingers in the direction of Alastor’s shield, and it withered away in an instant.

“You must really like being wrong, bruh,” Adam said, Alastor suddenly having the feeling that this could actually be a very bad thing.

Alastor unleashed his flames in a huge ball, immediately following the flames with a spray of black tendrils, the tentacles whipping and grabbing at their prey. The Radio Demon gritted his teeth, his body stretching out, antlers creaking and growing. When the flames dissipated, Alastor looked… and saw nothing. His tendrils were grabbing at each other, and Adam was nowhere to be seen.

But how?

“Actually, fuckstick,��you're the thing I’m taking back,” he heard from behind him. Alastor turned, raised his staff, and gasped.

A strange sort of pain bubbled up inside him. Like cold air at first, then a rush of heat, a dull ache turned into burning, then started to feel cold again. From his left collarbone to his right hip, Alastor’s body was both here and not. A void had been carved out of him, and in that horrible moment all he had to look upon were the dull gold features of a sadistic grin, the one that alone called into question everything naive souls thought they knew about Heaven and Hell. Passively, Alastor was aware that his body had been destroyed beyond repair. Passively, he was aware that he was dying.

Actively, quite actively, he became aware that the axe had cut straight through the deep spider’s bite marking his shoulder.

A final curse welled up in his mouth and was silenced, drowned by a bubbling globule of blood. It was a sensation he’d known in another time, years ago on the crossroads, when he’d made the choice that rewrote his fate.

Angel my dear… I’m afraid I’m going to have to break my promise to you.

Adam said something else, probably some other inane jeer of mocking victory, but Alastor couldn’t hear him. His vision was growing dim, reds fading to gray.

It is a shame. I was so eager to see you really dance.

Something strange settled over his awareness while he sank, blackness of an unfamiliar sort beginning to envelop him.

There is still so much more I’m curious about.

He heard something finally, but it didn’t come from Adam, nor anything else in the room. It was in the space between spaces, everywhere and nowhere, hidden just out of view and bathed in green light.

“There is snow on the ground, and the valleys are cold, and a midnight profound blackly squats o'er the wold; but a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings unhallowed and old. There is death in the clouds, there is fear in the night, for the dead in their shrouds hail the sun's turning flight and chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-altar, fungous and white.

“To no gale of Earth's kind sways the forest of oak, where the thick boughs entwined by mad mistletoes choke, for these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk. And mayst thou to such deeds be an abbot and priest, singing cannibal greeds at each devil-wrought feast, and to all the incredulous world shewing dimly the sign of the beast.

“I to my prison, and you to yours. Greet my dear brother for me, ahnah ehye, and wish him all the ill you hold, for now your task is transformed.”

Alastor’s head was on the ground… no… on something soft and white. Fluffy and soft, rising and falling in a slow, contented cycle. He reached out his hand, expecting to feel small and delicate fingers wrap around his own. But they didn’t.

Because Alastor was dead.

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Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 5 - ANGEL'S TOY COLLECTION

ONE TWO THREE FOUR SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO

You were in Angel’s bedroom messing around, watching him get glammed up, asking lots of questions about his clothes and makeup while Fat Nugget sat on your lap. Angel loved the questions and the attention you were giving him, and he promised that he’d treat you to a shopping trip at the mall to get a whole new wardrobe because he didn’t think Charlie and Vaggie had any style, and he knew best. 

He was finishing his makeup when you got bored and started rooting around his room to find something else to occupy you. That’s when you come across multiple boxes hidden under his bed.

‘Angel, why do you have so many boxes? Do you have lots of things?’ you ask innocently.

Angel hums, not thinking of your question. ‘When you have money, kid, you can buy whatever you want. I have lots of nice things.’

You open a random box that seemed to have lots of weird devices, that were either metallic, plastic or felt like real flesh. You pick up a rather long flesh-textured toy and wave it around a little, noticing that it has some weight to it, and when you click a button, it starts vibrating, which makes you giggle.

Hearing you giggle, Angel stands up and walks over to you. Before he gasps loudly, panic in his voice, ‘OH MY GOD, PUT THAT DOWN!’

The moment he sees you holding it, he screeches and lunges to grab it, but you—being a playful little demon—dart out of reach, giggling, ‘KID, THAT’S NOT A TOY!’

But you’re already out the door, waving it around like a sword.

Charlie is the first to see you running down the hall.

‘Oh! What do you have the–’ She freezes. Her eyes go huge. Her face turns bright red, ‘OH MY–VAGGIE, HELP!’ 

Vaggie looks up from across the room, sees what you’re holding, and immediately rushes over, grabbing you by the shoulders, ‘Where did you get that?’

‘From Angel’s room!’ you say cheerfully, ‘What is it?’

Charlie makes a high-pitched dying tea kettle noise while Vaggie whirls around shouting, ‘ANGEL!’

From down the hall, you hear, ‘I’M COMIN’, I’M COMIN’!’

‘Not the time for puns, Angel!’ Vaggie snaps.

You run into the bar area, where Husk is mid-drink, ‘Hey, Husk! What’s this!’

He barely glances over—then chokes on his drink, slamming the glass down and immediately turning away, ‘Nope. Nope, I ain’t dealin’ with this.’

‘But—’

‘NOPE.’

He grabs a newspaper from who-knows-where and holds it up to shield his face.

Just then, Nifty appears next to you, ‘Ooooh! What’s that? It’s so wiggly!’

She’s way too interested, reaching out to grab it before Charlie physically lifts you and wrestles it out of your hands, ‘NIFTY, NO.’

‘What? I just wanna know what it does!’

Alastor appeared in the hallway, having been watching the commotion unfold. He grins widely, delighting in everyone’s horror, ‘My, my, what fascinating objects you’ve found, dear child!’

Charlie glares at him, ‘DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS.’

Alastor chuckled darkly, ‘Oh, but it’s so entertaining!’

Angel finally catches up, grabs the dildo out of Charlie’s hands, and shoves it under his coat, ‘NOBODY TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN.’

Vaggie crosses her arms, ‘Angel. WHY was that just lying around?’

Angel shrugs, ‘I dunno! It’s a hotel! Sometimes I gotta entertain myself!’

Charlie looks like she’s about to explode.

Vaggie sighs, rubbing her temple, ‘We are NEVER talking about this again.’

Angel turns to you, wagging a finger, ‘Kid. NEVER go through my stuff again.’

You pout, ‘But you never answered my question! What was it?’

Angel groans, dragging a hand down his face, ‘When you’re older—actually, NO, NEVER. You are NEVER learning what that is.’

The aftermath of your little excursion was a mixed bag to say the least when it came to how each resident of the hotel reacted or acted after the ‘situation’ as it was now known. Charlie and Vaggie were both traumatised, hoping to never have to deal with that kind of thing again because you were too young to be interested in grown-up things. Angel made sure to triple lock every single box in his room, along with his wardrobe and dresser, paranoid at what else you might stumble across in your curiosity. Though a small part of him was amused by everyone else's reaction to his sex toy.

Niffty was still curious; she wouldn’t forget the vibrating flesh object anytime soon and couldn’t understand why no one wanted to talk about it. Maybe she could ask Alastor because he seemed wise. Husk was drinking extra hard to forget the dildo you wielded like a weapon. He knew what Angel did for a living, but right now, he didn’t want those kinds of images inside his head. Sir Pentious heard about it after the fact and was thankful not to be involved, but maybe he should come out of his workshop more often in case he missed anything else.

Alastor was thrilled and very much amused with the whole situation, from your childlike curiosity and innocence to everyone else's wild and wacky reactions. Maybe he might plant more things around the hotel to pique your curiosity because he loved a little drama, and you, since arriving, were proving to be quite the entertainer. While you remained blissfully clueless and a little pouty that no one answered your questions, why did grownups have so many secrets kids couldn’t know about?

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Hi! I rlly like your writing and was wondering if you could do a platonic fic w a gn teen reader and parental figures Charlie and Vaggie? I was thinking the reader is new to hell and the hotel and is very cautious around everyone except for Vaggie and Charlie who they’re very clingy and sweet to. Thank you<3

Hellp I 'accidentally' stole a person and now they think I'm they're mother-> chaggie x teen! reader (platonic)

A/N: joke about fucking milfs, joke about being ass r@p3d. Uhh, also familial cuddles.(gif charlie guiding sinners to redemption be like)

You didn't expect it to end like..that, much less the endless abyss and free fall that nauseated you after. And if you didn't expect the falling, you sure as hell didn't expect the crash.

It felt like you broke your spine, and on top of the pain there was a barage of sound, screams, moans, crashing. You name it, you hear it.

You groan pitifully, shakily rolling onto your side and curl gently into a ball not bothering to open your eyes.

As you lay in your current predicament, you hear a small gasp and rapid footsteps.

"Oh my Satan, are you alright? Oh my gosh, what am I saying of course your not alright- i- Vaggie!"

The what sounds like a girl says rapidly as she seemingly approaches, cracking your eyelids open as she kneels in front of you calling to this 'Vaggie'.

Blonde hair and pale composition, with cherry red buttons on her cheeks and startling bright eyes full of worry. Her hand reaches out to your shoulder, gently touching as rapid footsteps come from behind her.

"Charlie, what the fuck, you can't just-"

The other person stops as she peers over the girls, whom you now know as Charlie's, shoulder.

She has long white hair, skin a similar colour to that of a gargoyle. Red shirt a bright contrast to the Grey of her skin. She's seemingly short in stature, and has bangs covering one of her eyes. Her hand goes up to her mouth as she quietly gasps.

"Shit kid, you alright?" She quietly asks, voice much smaller and calmer than when she was repremanding charlie. She kneels down next to her, hand on her shoulder.

"I feel like I got ass raped to be honest." You wheeze out, rolling back onto your back and arms splaying out by your sides.

"I- here hon, let's get you back to my hotel-I-we should-uhmmm we can get you-"

As the first girl starts rambling about helping with injuries, and a 'Hazbin Hotel the second gently lifts you up, cooing lightly as you hiss from the pain. Honestly, you don't remember much as you zone out during the rambling, to focused on not falling asleep with the gentle sway of being held while walking.

And this was just the beginning.

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~some time later~

"Alright n/n, let's go over it again. What do we say when you feel like things suck and we need help from others?" Charlie says, smacking her thighs and sighing.

"To solve one's problems take off a mom's bottoms"

Angel snickers from beside you. Vaggie groans.

"Uhm. No. Don't, dont, uh- don't sleep with-"

'"What if I want to sleep with a milf?"

"n/n. Please"

"I-"

Before you can reply, a timer goes off. Charlie sighs again, as does Vaggie. Everyone in the group starts to head off to their own thing, and Angle nudges your arm and whispers a 'good one, kid' as he saunters off. All who's left their is you, charlie and vaggie.

"N/n, I know you don't.. aren't really like, well acquainted- yet- with the others, but please, I'm begging you try to awnser appropriately."

You sigh. It's been a few long months since winding up here, And charlie and vaggie have been a rock in this adjustment. You even met Charlie's dad, Lucifer and he spontaneously burst into tears at "His baby ducklings little duckling". Whatever that means, I guess. But, it does seem to sum up the relationship between you and the two women. The mothers ducks and their chaos child.

"M sorry char. I- I just-" you stutter, curling into Vaggie's side as she sits next to you. Charlie comes and sits on your other side, drapping herself accross you back and staying there. Grabbing Vaggie's hand as she reaches across your curled frame thats laying partially in here girlfriends lap.

"I know... It's hard. I get it, trust me. I just wish you gave the others a chance to see the amazing person you are. Because I know you know the actually anwsers.. I just wish you let others see the you we see"

You snort a small laugh. "Gee, thanks ma. Such encouraging words."

"She's serious, n/n. You're a good kid" Vaggie chimes.

"Mm, I guess." You add noncommittally snuggling further into the pillow you've now dubbed one of the two you now consider your parents.

It will take time, but Charlie and Vaggie will be there to help.

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A/N: rushed ending bc I didn't know what or how to end it dhsjjfjej hope its ok and hope you enjoyyyy :)

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Merry Christmas, Adamsapple friends.

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Wandering down for some of the cookies Charlie can’t help but leave out for Santa, a man she didn’t really believe in anymore but couldn’t help by want to be real, Lucifer spotted Adam half asleep on the couch. An empty cup on the coffee table. A warm blanket pulled around him as he watched the flames in the fireplace dance.

The fallen angel was as serene as heaven while the radio played and the fire crackled.

The lights on the tree shined, the glass ornaments shimmered in the glow. Presents were piled high around the tree. Every stocking was stuffed full. Lucifer had let Charlie go mad with his credit card to spoil her friends. Then done the same for Vaggie so she could spoil Charlie back.

Charlie preferred to celebrate Christmas to Sinsmas. Even if all she really knew about the day came from stories from the realm of man.

Sinners were hit and miss with holidays. What they celebrated, and how, was up to the individual. At some point the two different celebrations converged. And eventually, Charlie wanted presents over being prideful.

Their one stipulation as she grew up was she had to be proud of her gift choices.

The two holidays overlapped in their home and it was an enjoyable time. One Lucifer was happy to share in with her friends, even Adam.

Who was significantly less annoying these days. Getting rejected after pleading to go back to heaven had broken Adam a little. He didn’t fight so hard against the rules and activities. Settling into a routine.

A routine that Adam was currently breaking. He wasn’t one to stay up for no reason. Adam was an early riser, which meant he was an early to beder when he didn’t have a reason to stay up. Such as a concert, or being invited out.

Lucifer went to settled himself down on the couch, tripping a bit on a curl at the edge of the rug under the coffee table, and helped himself to a cookie.

Pulled from the flames, Adam frowned. “Those aren’t for you.”

“Yeah, but the person they’re for isn’t real.”

Adam shooed Lucifer’s hand from the plate when he reach for a second. “Don’t. They’re for Christmas Eve.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “And it’s Christmas Eve now.”

Shaking his head, Adam scooted the cookies away from Lucifer. “She’s not here yet.”

“Who isn’t?”

“Christmas Eve.”

Lucifer almost asked when he realized that Adam was talking about Eve. He must have gotten it in his head that Eve was coming.

She wasn’t. No one had seen Eve since she died.

He was about to say something when there was a rattle from the fireplace. It shook and a joyful echo bounced from it. Lucifer nearly got to his feet when a large gust of wind blew out the flames.

Tumbling out in plume of soot, a figure came to a stop with a laugh at their feet.

“EVE!” Adam sweep the ashen woman up in his arms. He peppers her giggling face with kisses.

“Sorry I’m late. It was a hell of a journey to get down here!” She laughed at her own joke and Adam chuckled along with her.

Jealousy bloomed like a poison flower in Lucifer’s heart as he watched them. He envied them. The sourness must have been evident on his face because Eve gave him a wink and hopped down from Adam’s arms.

She reached into a sack that had landed by the fireplace, which had roared back to life after she came down, and pulled out gifts.

“Now, normally, I don’t drop off presents for sinners. However, a little angel told me how good everyone has been this year. So for Anthony, a teddy bear with messages from his sister. Husk has some heavenly wine. Niffty, a new needle made from angelic steel. Alastor, a storybook narrated by his mother. For Charlie I have messages from Sir Pentious. Vaggie got a new spear. And I have a joint gift for you two.”

Adam pulled the ribbon off the box and Lucifer watched curiously as Adam lifted the lid.

Inside was a sprig of a plant and Adam turned golden seeing it.

“What is that?” Lucifer asked.

“Nothing!” Adam slammed the box closed and turned to Eve but she, and the cookies, were gone. “Eve.” He sighed.

Adam went to put the box down on the coffee table, his foot caught on the curled up bit of rug and he stumbled.

Reached out automatically, Lucifer grabbed for Adam, but Adam wasn’t easy to grasp due to Lucifer short arms and he only changed the direction of Adam’s fall onto himself.

Sitting up Adam straddled Lucifer’s waist and Lucifer had to laugh. The sprig had ended up in Adam’s hair.

Eve’s voice whispered into his ear that traditionally, you kissed under the mistletoe.

Lucifer looked around, but Adam’s ex-wife was no where to be seen.

It was a strange gift to give them. Adam seemed so embarrassed by it that Lucifer couldn’t help but decide to embarrass him further. He grabbed Adam’s golden sweater and pulled him down into a kiss.

Electricity tingled down Lucifer’s spine, it bounced around his head, and when he pulled away Adam’s eyes were half-closed and a moan escaped from his lips.

He pulled Adam into another kiss. Then another. Then he moved them so he was on top and pulling Adam’s sweater off.

There wasn’t a lot of room between the couch and the coffee table so Lucifer teleported them in front of the fire. Sitting up between Adam’s legs, Lucifer pulled his Christmas sweater off and tossed it aside.

Adam’s cheeks were a deep gold as he watched Lucifer undo the buttons of his shirt. Next he tugged Adam’s shirt off, leaving both men topless.

Lucifer ran his fingers through Adam’s thick chest hair, and down the trail that lead down into Adam’s pants. He was soft. Adam’s skin begged Lucifer to mark it, so he did.

He sucked on the skin, leaving a trail of love bites and gasps from Adam’s throat. Lucifer climbed up and decided he wanted to feel Adam’s gasps under his lips as he marked the Christmas angel under him as his.

Unholy hands held onto Lucifer’s hair, keeping where his hellish honey wanted him.

Adam ground his cock against Lucifer’s leg and Lucifer returned the favour against Adam’s side.

Pulling away, Lucifer moved back down and groped Adam through his pants.

Neither of them seemed to want to dare to speak, lest they break the fragile moment happening.

The most Lucifer was willing, was to look into Adam’s eyes as he ran his fingers along rim of Adam’s pants as he ghosted across the skin.

Giving a small nod, Adam helped Lucifer pull off the slacks Adam had worn for the Christmas Eve dinner party Charlie had thrown.

Adam looked away, completely revealed, he was vulnerable.

Lucifer kissed Adam’s thick thigh. He ran his hands over Adam’s body, appreciating how attractive the man was.

He licked from root to tip of Adam’s cock before taking as much as he could into his mouth. Adam groaned and panted as Lucifer bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the tip of Adam’s cock whenever he could.

Conjuring some lube, Lucifer ran his fingers around the soft skin of Adam’s ass before sinking a finger into the plush man.

Adam gasped and moaned, he grabbed at whatever he could grasp and bit his lip as he tried to get more inside of him.

Lucifer took his time, despite how the moan of Adam’s voice was begging him to hurry.

Preparing Adam properly and taking it slow paid of when Lucifer was able to bury himself deep into Adam and the man arched his back, Lucifer’s named choked out from those soft lips, and he smiled from ear to ear.

He fucked Adam slowly, driving Adam nuts, until Adam begged him to go faster. Lucifer picked up the speed and changed the angle, making Adam sing out.

Lucifer abused that spot in Adam, watching with glee as Adam clawed at the flooring and Lucifer’s named tumbled out over and over, increasingly desperate for release. Gripping Adam, it only took a few strokes for Adam to spill between them at last.

He filled Adam before pulling out and curling up against Adam. Lucifer conjured a blanket to keep them warm as they lay there trying to catch their breath.

“Wow.” Lucifer finally said.

“Yeah.” Adam agreed. “Eve really knows how to give the best presents.”

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Home is where my heart is.

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Word Count: 1188 A/N: ehehehehe yeah of i had to put this in, he's our good lil duck boy. also also, if you want to be tagged for future updates you can dm me or reply under this 👉👈

I ran my fingers through the desk and lifted my eyes to the walls covered in décor and pictures. Lightly humming as I walked further into the room and stood next to the slumping figure fixated in his creation.

“Seems like you’ve been up all night again, your majesty. Something bothering you?” I asked raising my eyebrow as I continued to watch him tinker away.

“Well, the extermination this year finally ended and now, they wanted to have a meeting with me. How fun,” he replied sarcastically rolling his eyes all the while and making gestures.

I laughed, crossed my arms, and replied, “I suppose anyone wouldn’t be enthusiastic to meet the ex-partner of their spouse. Have you talked to Charlie about it? Seems like she needs that extra push, besides, that would mean that you wouldn’t have to see Adam’s face.”

Lucifer’s face immediately lights up at my advice but not a second later he frets, “But, how do I say it? What if I say the wrong thing and she hates me forever?!”

He shoots up from his seat from worry that I had to take his shoulders and ease him back down on the chair and patting them, “You worry too much~. Charlie loves her dad too much to do that anyway. Just say what you want to say and then wrap it up nicely.”

He nods taking a deep breath. He paces around the room thinking what to say first and took his phone out of his pocket. He hovered his hand on her number he dials it up and bites his nails as he tried to soothe himself. While I just silently stood still and waited for him to end his call.

“HI CHARLIEEE~”

I couldn’t help but cringe when he couldn’t control his tone but kept an encouraging smile on my face as he continued to talk to her.

“Listen, there’s going to be a meeting with the angels, and I wanted you to attend for me! I can’t go right now since I have… veryyy important things to do today.”

He looks over at me for approval while I gave him two thumbs up in satisfaction from his performance.

“No problem. Stay safe! Love you!”

He lets out a sigh of relief changing into his snake form making me giggle at his silliness. I plucked him off the ground and placed him on his desk.

“Well, that has to be one of your best performances yet,” I complimented him with a round of applause.

“Thank you, Miledy. I know things would’ve ended up badly if you weren’t here,” he sighs changing back to his normal form.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I mean you did all the talking, so give yourself a pat on the back for a good job, your highness,” I smiled dusting off his top hat and putting it on him.

He smiles sadly and says, “I thought I told you to call me Lucifer, Mel.”

I didn’t falter at his words and just squeezed his shoulder, “You know we can’t. Alastor just came back after 7 years, and I’d rather not have him dig his heels on the King of Hell who happens to be a good friend of mine. You know how crazy he gets,” I joked shrugging my shoulders.

He sighs and slumps his shoulders disappointed in himself, “You’re right. I’m sorry that ever crossed my mind.”

I bumped shoulders with him and just replied, “Hey, you took it better than those other idiots who got their heads so far up their asses that no means consent.”

“Hey, just call me when you need something, okay?” he said smiling at me.

“Sure. See you around, your highness,” I waved before diving through the floor and leisurely made my way to the hotel.

Poking my head out the ground and saw everyone all gathered by the TV, “Uhhhh.”

“Just in time! Come on!” Vaggie reaches for me and takes me out from the ground throwing me in Alastor’s arms, him placing me on his lap.

“Al? What’s happening?” I asked still in his arms and walks us into a room, probably doesn’t have any plans to put me down any time soon.

“I made a little deal with the princess’ little girlfriend. Now, we have to record a new commercial for her,” he answered walking us towards a vanity, placing me on the seat.

“Oh, they didn’t like what you made for them?” I teased laughing lightly.

“You know I’d rather eat a can of worms than be involved with that,” he says as he rolls his eyes, then squeezing my shoulders. “Now, then time to get you dressed up!”

He twirls his finger above my head and changes my outfit. I looked at the mirror and immediately noticed the dress I was wearing. It was the same loose blue dress that I wore at the bar when we first met.

“Aw, dear. I haven’t worn this dress in ages!” I exclaimed holding my necklace feeling sentimental.

He smiles at me, pleased with himself and responds merrily, “You look ravishing as always, sweetheart!”

He offers his hand for me to take and onto my feet. He dips his head and kiss the back of my hand, while I blush at his actions that he takes in as he takes a peek at my reactions. He gives me a laugh then places both of his hands on my cheeks to hold and cradle me in them while nuzzling his face to mine, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside from his wholesome display of affection.

“As much as I want to cuddle with you, darling. I think we should go help them film now,” I suggested softly with a giggle.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and begrudgingly parts from me, of course not before giving me a kiss.

The door bursts open and there Angel yells, “Let’s go sickos. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~Later~

While we waited for Charlie, Al and I sat on the sofa like we used to when we were expecting Abby and just talked to each other not minding the looks both Husk and Angel gave us.

“Before we recorded the advertisement,” he answers glancing down at me, “where have you been?”

“Just visited a friend. I get worried for him after exterminations happen,” I explained which was all true.

He hums and sees Charlie come in as well, “Well, I hope you had a fun time.”

“—Alastor pulled some strings and it’s about to air,” Vaggie spoke leading her girlfriend to the couch.

“And I pulled a few limbs too!” he ‘laughed’ while Charlie and I exchanged waves.

“Wait, the commercial? You guys made a new one?” she asks.

“Yeah! One of my better performances if I do say so myself,” Angel proudly states.

“That’s amazing,” Charlie starts before getting cut off by Angel.

“SHH! It’s starting!”

But before the ad could play it gets interrupted by a news flash causing a choir of complaints.

“Breaking news in hell today! We just received word from the heaven embassy that next extermination is happening sooner than ever before. That means where’s all royally fucked!”

The TV cuts to the countdown changing to 176 days.

[alcoris-shiz]

Touch Me (Part 1) Alastor X Reader!

A/N: I’ve known a few people (demi such as myself and myself included) who don’t like being touched (also probably my autism but we'll skip that part), but especially that little special bond you get when you find the right partner and you're much more comfortable with touches than before.

The drawing below is mine, I didn't want to keep you lovely readers waiting for today's post so I decided to just post the sketch. This an oc of mine, they're part fox if you're wondering <3

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Chapter 1: Touch Me (Part 1)

Description: Alastor notices you start touching the other guests more, though you don’t like touch, he’s hurt when you don’t touch him however, and feels left out.

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Alastor tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, you had been working for him for a month by now. Seemingly out of nowhere, you have caught his eye, he needed to figure you out. He was drawn to you. You were his every waking thought. 

From humoring him with coffee in the morning and evening chats at dinner, something he never thought he would participate in, was now the highlight of his afterlife. No, Alastor wasn’t sure what had gotten into him and that’s why he had to study you. 

Not to mention you had so much in common, the lack of physical touch that either of you could handle, to always keeping a smile on your face. You were the highlighter in a box of pencils, something that lit up his life. A beauty that he deemed would be his work with.

You were barely his assistant, unlike the aquaintances at the hotel, he refused to call them more. He did, however, want more from you.

Though something seemed off about you and that has led to him sitting in his tower, slowly tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. You had never liked being touched, you were picky when it came to touch of any sorts, hating different textures and your sensitivity to sound, you had preferred the quiet hum of his radio. Recently however, he has seen everyone be more handsy with you.

Just earlier today, he seen Angel Dust hugging you, Charlie and you dancing (that one made his blood especially boil, how had he not danced with you yet and here’s Charlie and you!), Vaggie had of course been practicing dancing with you too (also to his annoyance…), even Husk had been holding your hands over the bar! (He was sure to skin that cat later on).

He would figure this out!

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Making his way downstairs he saw you writing in some notebook, clearly focused while Nifty sat atop your head and Angel to the right of you. “Why hello there Dear! Are you in any need of assistance?” Alastor asked happily slipping to the left of you and slipping an arm around your waist. You jumped and looked at him, confusion on your face and the blush that blanketed it. You quickly scooted away before standing up, lifting Nifty off your head and setting her on the table. “Oh uh… hey Alastor! I was just working on a script for my- ya know it doesn’t matter. I don’t really need any help, but thank you!” you said quickly as his smile twitched. 

He stood next to you and reached his hand down to grab your hand, he looked up at you with a look as if to ask if he could hold your hand. You had paused for a moment letting him hold your hand, both of you unknowingly loving the touch from each other. But to break the moment you coughed and backed away. “Really, I don’t want to be a bother Al. I’ll see you later,” you tried, smile not fading as you turned tail up the stairs to your room. 

Alastor could feel himself fuming while Angel gave him a concerned look, Charlie joining as she wandered into the room. “Hey Smiles, why smoke coming from your ears? You really wanted to spend time with them?” he asked, confused smirk on his face. Alastor looked at him with static before it went back to the normal buzz. “They’ll touch you, but not me? Why?” Alastor said, pretty much growling. 

“Uh… maybe because you’re a creepy ass radio demon?” Angel said nonchantly, while Charlie made a squeak sound. “You don’t like being touched.” Alastor’s head shot towards Charlie’s direction. “What was that?” Charlie gave a soft smile at Alastor. “They know you don’t like being touched, I may have told them, when they asked about you.”

“What did my little doe ask about me, may I ask?” Alastor said turning fully to face Charlie properly. “Just if you would be okay with touch, they uh wanted to hug you? Something about you looking upset and I had told them you didn’t like being touched, so I think they had just brought you something. That was last week!” Charlie responded quickly. 

“My doe wanted to hug me and I didn’t even get a say in this? Why young one, just point them in my direction next time, would you?” Alastor hissed before turning to go to your room. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you-” was all that was heard from Charlie before he made his way up the stairs.

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Alastor, with a swift knock on your door, waited for you to open the door before inviting himself in. “Oh hey Alastor, to what do I have to pleasure of entertaining you-” Soon his arms were wrapped around you and you paused feeling confused, arms straight down at your sides. “Don’t move, please. You wanted to hug? Here it is,” Alastor growled his nose buried in your hair as he pulled you tightly to himself.

“It’s really okay Alastor, I know you don’t like being tou-” you had tried to say while pulling away, before Alastor pulled you tight to him again. “Say you don’t want this if you don’t, I don’t want to push your boundaries my doe. But I do want this,” Alastor said, now absentmindedly rubbing the middle of your back with his thumb. 

“I’m okay with this. Thanks for asking though and confirming you were okay with the hug.” you whispered finally reaching around his waist and returning the hug. Alastor sighed and nuzzled you. For once his mind was also quiet, a quiet radio humm signalling that as well. 

“Why them? Why would you not ask me?” Alastor asked softly, pulling just far back enough to cup your face in his hand, absently you rubbed your cheek against his palm, making his smile soften at the sight of you being so comfortable and vulnerable. “I didn’t want you to laugh, I’m sorry.” Alastor chuckled and rubbed your cheek with his thumb now.

“How about we make a deal?” your eyes shot up giving Alastor a confused and scared look, but not moving your head. “You can touch me, whenever and wherever, no need to ask, just stop if I become… uncomfortable… and I can… court you persay?” Alastor said. He knew he wanted you to be his, if this was the way to go, he’d make it go.

You slowly nodded and smiled at him, “I would like that,” you responded softly. “Good,” Alastor said as he leaned down, you glanced at his lips, he was waiting for you to meet him, for the okay to kiss. ‘Oh what am I getting myself into…’

You crushed your lips together.

The room lit green and you blushed, contract coming together. “I didn’t know you even felt that way about me?” you whispered. You had obviously come to know your crush on him, but you weren’t too sure how to go about dating someone who was ace or what they were okay with. You knew they did date, but with Alastor, that type of life was so non existent that you questioned him also being aromantic.

“Well my darling doe, there’s a lot you’re gonna learn about me. It’s not often I feel comfortable with touch, it’s even less common for someone to make me feel like this.”

“So would that make us-” you started and he chuckled. “Yes you are my partner and I am yours,” he whispered and leaned down to once again let our lips touch softly.

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[royalvelvette]

bad dreams make me get up and walk

(Day 4: First Tears)

Read on Ao3

Rating: T

Characters: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie Minor Appearance: Lute

Warnings: Nightmares, Broken Bones Word Count: 1452

Lute stood above her, tall and powerful and cold.

Vaggie would have thought her beautiful, if not for the fact Lute had just gouged out one of her eyes.

Lute planted her foot between Vaggie’s wings, shoving her into the dirt. “Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven,” she spat.

“He was a child,” Vaggie gasped, or tried to. The pain makes it hard to know if she actually said anything at all.

Lute said nothing. One of her hands holds one of Vaggie’s wings aloft, the other petting the feathers gently, almost as if she was preening.

“There is no justifying your sin,” Lute said finally, in a voice that wasn’t wholly her own. “You will not feel Heaven’s light again.”

So saying, the hand in Vaggie’s feathers moved to join its twin on her wing. Vaggie didn’t even have a second to brace herself before Lute twisted her hands in opposite directions, breaking Vaggie’s wing with a near-deafening snap.

Vaggie shot upright, gasping and choking on her own breath. It wasn’t the first time she had been forced to relive that night in her dreams, but it was the first time it had been quite so... personal. Lute had barely touched her when cutting off her wings. She definitely didn’t break one of them before doing so.

Doing so would have required touching sinful filth for something other than killing, after all.

But even still... Vaggie lifted her hand to her cheek, unsurprised to find it damp. The nightmare had felt so real. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, reaching out to grab her spear from where it leaned against the nightstand. It wasn’t the first time bad dreams had woken her up – she knew the evening dose of medication had probably worn off, or was about to.

As embarrassing as it was to use her weapon as a makeshift cane, Vaggie would take that over Charlie finding her crawling around on the floor like some sort of animal. Once was more than enough, thank you.

Vaggie opened the door cautiously. Charlie had been doing a lot recently, to make her feel more welcome, but... she didn’t know this place. She didn’t trust this place the same way she had the shitty apartment she shared with Lute, or even the same way she trusted the gated city. Hell was dangerous, even in nominally ‘safe’ territories.

Vaggie took special care to tread quietly as she left her the room.

Charlie shifted on the couch. The downside of inviting a sinner into her home (pretty sinner or not) meant that Charlie had been crashing on the parlour couch while waiting for a second bed to arrive. It made it even harder than usual to fall asleep, because even after Charlie managed to calm her racing thoughts, she had a hard time getting comfortable enough to actually fall asleep.

It didn’t matter, though! Vaggie needed her bed more than she did, right now. She had to be as comfortable as possible while she recovered from her extermination day injuries. Even though Charlie’s legs consistently hung over the arm of the couch at an uncomfortable angle and it was getting harder and harder to keep smiling. It didn’t matter. Vaggie needed the bed, so Vaggie would have the bed. Charlie could cope.

...

Nope! No, she couldn’t. Charlie sat up, stretching her legs out far enough that they shook from the strain. She’d just... go for a little walk, maybe? Get a drink, or something. Anything to make her tired enough to not think about how much she missed her bed when she once again laid down on the couch.

(She wasn’t going to put Vaggie out. Not when Vaggie needed the comfort of a bed more than her, and almost definitely wouldn’t be down for sharing.)

The walk to the kitchen was, unfortunately, quite short. Charlie got turned the tap on before getting herself a glass out of the cupboard. She would drink her water, maybe do a quick walk around the hotel to make sure everyone (Vaggie) was okay and accounted for.

Anything to stall lying back down on that stupid couch.

Vaggie blinked as she came down the stairs.

The light. In the kitchen. Was on.

Her grip on her spear tightened. She tread quieter than ever as she approached the room in question. Her hand was starting to hurt, along with the near-constant burn of her back, from how tightly she was gripping her spear.

(She wouldn’t let anything hurt Charlie, not after everything the she was doing for Vaggie, not after Vaggie owed her her very life.)

She was bracing herself to lunge around the corner when soft humming reached her ears. Familiar humming.

Charlie.

Vaggie relaxed, letting her spear return to her side. She hobbled into the kitchen – unblinded by her panic, she was now aware of the sound of the tap running. She tapped her spear on the next step a little louder than strictly necessary to let Charlie know she was there.

Charlie jumped like she had been electrocuted, kicking out behind her with enough force to dent the cabinet door. “Shit- Vaggie??”

Vaggie coughed. “Uh, yeah. Didn’t mean to scare you, sorry,” she said, making a mental note to never be in range of those – were those hooves? - of that kick.

Charlie turned around, the cup of water in her hand nearly sloshing over the top. “Oh, no, it’s okay! You just startled me.”

Vaggie raised her eyebrow, glancing at the dented cabinet.

Charlie offered her a sheepish smile. “Okay, maybe you did scare me a little. But only a little!”

“What’re you doing up, anyway?” Vaggie asked.

Charlie held up her water. “You want some?”

“...sure.”

Vaggie seemed... off, to Charlie. Like, aside from the fact she was awake in the middle of the night. Charlie passed her a cup full of water – less so than Charlie’s, no need to tempt fate when Vaggie was still recovering – and really... looked at her.

Vaggie’s lips quirked up into a confused sort of half-smile. “Do I have something on my face?”

Charlie squinted, trying to figure out what was different. “... have you been crying?” she asked.

Vaggie jerked back. Despite the fact her cup wasn’t as full as Charlie’s, some of the water spilt onto the floor with the abrupt movement. Charlie winced.

“Sorry, that – you don’t have to tell me,” she rushed to say. “I just – you look a little different and I couldn’t figure out why but you look like you’ve been crying and- oh, you’re probably in pain- hang on, I can get-”

Charlie snapped her mouth shut with a click when Vaggie held up her hand. What the fuck was wrong with her, who just asks something like that?! She really was clueless.

Vaggie sighed. “It’s... okay,” she said finally. “I’m not in enough pain to take something for it.”

“But...?” Charlie asked.

“I just had... a bad dream,” Vaggie said. “Waking up alone after, in a place I don’t know, didn’t... help. I figured I’d get a drink or something and go back to bed.”

Charlie sipped at her water. The idea of Vaggie having nightmares... hadn’t occurred to her, honestly. It should have, in hindsight, but, well. Too little, too late.

“Can I hug you,” she blurted, before slamming her hand over her mouth.

Vaggie jerked back again, though less abruptly this time. “...I guess?”

Charlie crossed the distance between them in two long strides, wrapping her arms around Vaggie and pulling her close. She didn’t even care when Vaggie’s water spilled down the front of her nightgown. She just needed to hold her. She pressed her face to Vaggie’s hair.

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare,” she said, muffled. “I’m sorry you were alone.”

“It’s... okay?” Vaggie said, patting her on the back awkwardly. “It’s not like it’s your fault. I think.”

Charlie finally let go a moment later, swiping at her own eyes before Vaggie could realize she had been crying into her hair. Vaggie was looking up at her with wide eyes, like she was seeing Charlie for the very first time. Now it was Charlie’s turn to smile self-consciously.

“What?” she asked, aiming for teasing and missing by a mile. “Do I have something on my face?”

Vaggie stared. She... hadn’t known that demons could cry. Not really.

Before she could think better of it, Vaggie stepped into Charlie’s space and wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s waist. “Thank you,” she said, pressing her face against Charlie’s stomach to hide her own renewed tears.

She pretended not to notice the choked sound Charlie made as she pulled Vaggie even closer.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

little kid Charlie seeing a drawing of a unicorn and excitedly comparing her own cloven hoofs and long wiggle tail to it. Unicorns as her heroes, able to heal people and help them, symbols of all things good and bright and happy

little kid Charlie spending a few years convinced she must be part unicorn, finally asking her dad about it- Lucifer not getting context at first and being all "you can be whatever you want Char-char~" only to realize too late she's being serious and she's gonna be crushed so he just changes the subject whenever it comes up trying to let her have fun as long as she can

(he also doesn't tell Lilith, bc Lilith will tell the truth and Lucifer can already picture the sad little look on Charlie's face when she hears..)

Charlie growing up and slowly noticing that a unicorn's tail is soft and fluffy and tasseled while hers is leathery and jagged and sharp. Looking down at her cloven hooves and realizing they're blood red. Staring at both her horns in the mirror, neither of them fluted, nothing magical about them- just a sign she's throwing a tantrum today

Lilith finds her hugging her fav fairytale book and crying and Lilith listens when she stumbles through the whole unicorn thing, how Charlie thought she was one but she's just a monster instead

so Lilith tells Charlie older stories about other unicorns. Dangerous wild and powerful creatures who came in strange colors and weren't always soft or gentle but were still beautiful. she turns little Charlie sideways between the wall and the light and shows her how two horns can look like one from the right angle

little Charlie cuddling into her mom's arms feeling better because her mom thinks she's perfect

but it's still a heavy thing, bc Charlie doesn't want to be wild or dangerous. She likes the kinds of unicorns who frolic through flowery meadows and summon rainbows with every step. Nice ones no one ever thinks of as scary

years later Lucifer has shut himself away and Lilith has vanished and Charlie's slipping into bed with a sigh, picking up a book of fairytales to read until her buzzing thoughts are quiet enough to let her sleep

next to her in bed Vaggie is giving her spear a last look over before it's time to lean it against the wall within easy reach

the shadow of the spear falls across the bed and onto the wall and Charlie lifts her hands to make a shadow puppet horse's head without thinking, combining the two until the spear becomes a horn and the shadow horse turns into a unicorn

Charlie giggles and Vaggie turns, smiles, spends the next few minutes trying to figure out how to give the unicorn a body without dropping the spear

eventually they're both laughing to hard and the shadow unicorn collapses. Snuggling up for sleep, Vaggie murmurs off handedly "I've got the best horned and hooved lady right here anyway. Unicorns could learn a thing or two from you, sweetie" before drifting off

Charlie all grown up and thinking about how she bandaged her girlfriend's eye the day they met. How always on edge Vaggie can spend an hour before bed checking exits and her weapon, but then relax and fall asleep the moment Charlie cuddles her

It's a pretty good magic to have, all grown up Charlie decides, much better than just summoning sparkles or rainbows

(a few years on from this and she looks down at the woman who cut out her girlfriend's eye and feels her horns and hooves and the urge to break bones with them, and she is more close to being like the wild, dangerous unicorns of her mom's stories than she'll ever know)

[fizziepopangel]

On your hazbin master list there weren't any vaggie headcanons so I'll make sure everyone's fav little angry angel gets some luv.

So how about strong muscular Vaggie headcanons like everyone is actually surprised about how tone vaggie is except Charlie 😏 basically give this girl abs so firm that you could grate cheese on them.

Honestly this feels like the perfect start for my Vaggie headcanons!

Muscle Mommy

Vaggie tends to be a bit insecure about her body.  Not because she's missing an eye or because some people poke fun at how her nose sits on her face, or because of her short stature…. No, Vaggie was insecure about her muscles. Not that she didn't have them, but that she did. Though you can't always tell she's built until she flexes, she's self conscious and feels like the chiseled muscular features are too masculine and she's feels like she isn't very attractive because of it.

Charlie would absolutely love her girlfriend's muscles, and she would constantly gush over her body in every state to make sure Vaggie felt as beautiful as she was through Charlie's eyes.

Although it made her a bit insecure still, Vaggie would slowly start to be ok with her body as her relationship with the princess of hell progressed, and eventually she would even have days where she loved her body and every muscle she had.

The first time anyone else saw the strength she had was when she threw them off the roof. Charlie didn't let her throw Niffty because Niffty weighs as much as a small house cat and would have flown across the city.

She  often challenges the bar goers to arm wrestling contests solely because it gives a certain grumpy feline a chuckle to watch demons two, three, even four times her size look humiliated and shocked at the sheer strength the fallen angel possessed. She's only ever lost once, and since it was to Charlie, she doesn't count it.

She's chiseled enough that you can actually count the distinguished abs when she's in her swimsuit.

Yes, Charlie has licked every one of those abs……

She loves carrying Charlie and picking her up.

While she's not a “gym bro", she actually loves going to the gym and goes often because she finds that its a kind of sanctuary for her…… mostly because the others very rarely ever use the gym in the hotel (Sir Pentious didn't even know there was a gym for most of his time in the hotel.)

This woman could crush a watermelon with her thighs.

As the hotel begins filling up, Vaggie leads a workout class twice a week where she helps the sinners occupying the hotel work out their emotions through something less destructive.

Flexing. So much flexing. Half of the time it's not even intentional. 

Despite being rather strong himself and being relatively healthy, Angel asks Vaggie to coach him because Val does poke fun at his weight occasionally. The second she actually sees him, Vaggie threatened to snap the moth in half like a twig if he continues to promote Angel's body dysmorphia . Angel cried cause he didn't think Vaggie cared that much, and it was a real turning point in their dynamic so the two did keep working out together but now it was purely to bond. 

She and Charlie go on runs together at least once a week, usually getting before sunrise to start the day with a run before the chaos of daily hotel life begins.

Niffty, being the smallest of the group, often goes to Alastor or Angel Dust to help her reach things that are too tall for her, but she goes to Vaggie to lift things for her so she can clean beneath them. She finds it a bit annoying, but she can’t help but love seeing Niffty beam with pride when she’s able to clean the entirety of beneath a bed or couch that she normally wouldn’t be able to move on her own so she does it with a smile.

Although she does enjoy the workouts she does with Angel and her runs with Charlie, Vaggie found that actually working out with others and running a workout class kinda disrupts her peace when in the gym, but she began attending a yoga class that Carmilla suggested to her and she fell in love with it. She loves that it engages her core while also helping relieve tension and improving her flexibility. 

Charlie doesn’t hate her girlfriends new found flexibility….

[scekrex]

Out for love but Adam and Lute sing it while training the exorcists and it's "out for blood"

And in one phrase Adam goes something like "I know you're hopin' for peace, Y/N / You're out for love / But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for blood" (basically the reversed version of what Camilla sings to Vaggie) and Reader just channels all the rage he has stored up inside of him and accidentally kills one of the exorcists. Adam finds that highly sexy despite being a little mad at him for killing one of his girls

Got you🤌🏻

Out for Blood

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, canon typical violence, character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your jabs were weak, your punches were soft and whenever you were attacked, you dodged the attack and waited for your opponent to attack again instead of fighting back. The exorcists were after killing demons, you were not. While the idea of rehabilitation didn’t sit fully right with you, you were not out for blood.

Adam and Lute watched you with careful eyes, the white haired woman had crossed her arms over her chest and was talking to Adam as you dodged another attack by your chosen opponent, the woman you were fighting against was quick, her moves were perfectly timed and yet she did not manage to land a hit - in your book that counted as a win, in Lute’s book it didn’t. “Stop it,” the lieutenant yelled and the exorcist that had been selected to train with you stopped in her tracks. You turned your head in order to look at Lute and find out what you have been doing wrong, but before you could do so Adam was all in your face, the first man grabbed your chin and tilted your head upwards.

“I see you're driven by your devotion, your every move is filled with amity,” the first man spun you around, in the process of doing so he disarmed you, the weapon you had been holding in a firm grip was torn from your hands and tossed aside. In confusion you watched as Adam made his battle ax appear, the golden weapon that could also be used as an instrument was swung in your direction and you took a quick step sideways to prevent getting cut by it. Its sharp blade missed you by an inch as the leader of the exorcists continued, “You need a different type of motivation, or there’s no way that you can handle this.” In a fluent motion the angel moved to your back, his weapon he used to pull you against his chest, proving the point that dodging will get you nowhere in the end. The handle of his weapon that was also a guitar neck at the same time was pressed against your throat, cutting off your air supply. He bent down, his mouth close to your ear, “I know you’re hopin’ for peace, Y/N, you’re out for love.” You grabbed the guitar neck firmly, pushed your feet off the ground until they reached the level of Adam’s head, you pressed your head through the little space between the weapon’s handle and Adam’s chest, losing your mask in the process of doing so. Your legs were hooked over the first man’s shoulders and with momentum you got your entire body up on his shoulders. Your crotch was right in front of Adam’s face now and while normally you’d feel embarrassed by the type of intimacy this position brought, right now was not the time to care for such little things.

“But you’ll only stand a chance if you’re out for blood,” the first man sang as he grabbed a hold of your legs, effortlessly lifted you off of his shoulders and slammed you onto the ground. Your back hit the pavement hard, not even your feathered wings helped to soften the crash, yet you wasted no time and got back up on your feet again. You dodged another hit from Adam as you picked up the weapon he had taken from you in the beginning. “Think of who you’re gonna hurt, attack ‘em and be out for blood,” a grin appeared on the mask of your leader and his eyes glitched at the sight of you picking up the weapon to fight for real now. Adam was quite positive that he had pushed you far enough now, that you would hurt and kill at his command and drop your act of fighting without spilling any blood. “You’re gonna fight without trust, long as you're out for blood,” Adam glanced at Lute, the white haired woman was curiously watching to where this would lead to, yet the first man knew she saw the talent and potential in the way you moved. You barely left Adam time to recover with how quickly you were dodging attack after attack, if you were to strike back, you would be able to finish off more sinners than Lute during the upcoming extermination and Adam longed to see that, he wanted to see you on the battlefield in hell, covered in the blood of countless sinners. And just as he was about to swing his battle ax again, you made use of your weapon and swung it in his direction before he could execute another attack. You almost sliced the first man’s neck, yet Adam had been just as quick to dodge your attack as you had been when it came to dodging his.

“Fuel yourself with the feeling of hatred, towards someone that you will outlive,” the taller male leaned in close, the front of his mask almost touching your face and before you knew it he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulled you with him as he straightened his back and you found yourself stumbling towards the first man, that had totally caught you off guard. “Remember the reason why you’ve been created, to fight with all you can give,” before Adam was able to pull you in entirely, you spread your wings, pointed your weapon towards him, the tip of the blade was positioned under his chin as you ripped your arm from his grip and unmasked the first man by doing so. The exorcists around you gasped and even Lute held her breath for a moment - did you overstep? Given that Adam continued your little session without any sign of discomfort, she guessed not, yet it felt wrong to watch the brunette fight without his mask. His hair was just as sweaty as yours and clung to his forehead, that did not irritate him in the slightest, “I know you’re hopin’ for peace, Y/N, you’re out for love,” he twirled his battle ax with ease and you were sure he was just showing off, so you took that as your chance and pushed yourself off the ground, if this fight were to end, it would end in the air. Adam was quick to join you, he caught up on your plan instantly, “But you’ll only stand a chance if you're out for blood.” The first man rushed towards you as he swung his weapon yet again, leaving a deep cut on your inner forearm, yet the adrenaline kept you up, the pain was not stopping you. Adam wanted proof that you were good enough to execute his orders as he pleased? Then you would deliver him the proof he wanted.

A thing you had not expected was for Adam to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you back to the ground with him after hurting you. So you found your feet hitting the ground sooner than expected, you were about to defend yourself against your leader yet again, but the taller male shoved you in the direction of your former opponent, the woman was launching towards you the second you had realized what Adam had intended with that little move. “Think of who you’re gonna hurt, attack ‘em and be out for blood,” the brunette continued as he leaned onto Lute’s shoulder, watching the new started fight with more excitement than before, this time he was actually interested.

You bashed towards the woman who was assigned your fighting partner, to her surprise you rushed past her, as you did you your arm hooked itself around her throat, sending her crashing down onto the ground. The angel made a pained noise and the expression on her mask only underlined the pain she must be feeling, but you were too far gone, too caught up in what Adam had told you to do. You were filled with hatred, there was not a single rational thought in your mind, only Adam’s voice made it through the thick clouds of hate, “You’re gonna fight without trust.” As the woman wanted to get up, you pressed your foot onto her chest, preventing her from doing so, the tip of your weapon was pointed towards her neck and you watched in delight as her eyes widened. The first man was not able to tear his eyes off the scene, he wanted to see how far you would go for him. “And if you have to adjust,” the tip of your weapon lifted her mask from her head, just like you had done to Adam’s earlier, “Yeah, you will turn ‘em to dust.” Golden blood was spilling from wounds your weapon had created and as the brunette sang the last line, “Long as you’re out for blood,” you beheaded the woman that you had pinned to the ground, causing the other angels to shriek in panic. Not Adam though, no. He was walking towards you and while the others must have thought he was gonna punish you for killing one of his exorcists, he picked up his mask and put it back on, then he collected yours and handed it to you. With a proud look on his face he leaned his forearm onto your shoulder and looked down at the angelic corpse, “That was so fucking hot.”

[adams-sinful-wings]

oh God. Please tell me Adam and the baby are going to be okay

The following contains a graphic birth scene.

Reader discretion is advised.

The moment Lucifer bursts through the doors of the hotel, the atmosphere shifts. The usual warm glow of the lobby feels cold, suffocating, as the urgency of the situation overtakes everything else.

“Move!” Lucifer’s voice booms, sharp and demanding as he carries Adam’s unconscious form through the hotel, his wings still half-flared. The others—Charlie, Vaggie, Husk—snap to attention instantly.

They don’t have a medical wing. They don’t have doctors. But they have something—a makeshift infirmary of sorts, barely stocked, but enough to try. Lucifer wastes no time, laying Adam onto a sturdy table in the center of the room.

Adam stirs, his breathing ragged, his face twisted in pain. His eyes barely crack open, dazed and unfocused.

"Wha—" He tries to move, but a sharp contraction rips through him, cutting off his words with a strangled cry. His entire body shudders. He’s slipping fast.

Vaggie runs to grab the emergency medical kit, and there are prefilled doses of morphine ready.

"Vaggie, pass the morphine," Lucifer orders, voice tense but controlled.

Vaggie hands it over.

Lucifer takes it with precision, jabbing it into Adam’s arm. The dose might not be enough, but it’s all they have.

Vaggie reached over and grabs the scalpel. "We’ll have to cut the baby out."

Lucifer barely has time to process before she moves to make the incision. "Vaggie, wait—let the morphine spread!"

"There’s no time," Vaggie snaps. "The baby is dying."

Adam suddenly gasps, his body arching off the table as another contraction seizes him, worse than before. His breath is ragged, frantic.

"Get her out—now!" Adam chokes, voice raw with desperation.

Vaggie doesn’t hesitate. She presses the scalpel to Adam’s skin.

As soon as the first cut is made, Adam starts to scream in pain, thrashing around and making Vaggie make a vital mistake on herself — she cut herself with the scalpel.

“GODDAMN IT ADAM! I’M NICKED!” Vaggie shouted as her blood was oozing out.

"Fuck!" Lucifer snarls, shoving her back just in time. "Charlie, get her out of here!"

Vaggie stumbles, hands still clenched around the scalpel, but Charlie is already pulling her away.

Adam writhes on the table, his breathing erratic, his body shaking. Husk grips his hand, trying to anchor him.

"Stay with us, Adam," Husk urges, voice rough but steady.

Adam barely hears him. His vision is fading. The pain is too much.

"She’s suffocating—!" His voice is barely a whisper now, panicked and weak.

Lucifer conjures another scalpel and turns to Husk, “You have to do it!”

“What?! I’m not a surgeon!”

“You have medical training! I know you do! I’ll hold Adam down while you cut!” Lucifer argued. “We gotta do this now!”

Husk takes the blade and goes to where Vaggie had been standing, fluids pouring out of Adam’s abdomen from the cut. “KEEP HIM STILL!”

Lucifer turns to Adam and goes around him until he is at Adam’s head. He holds down the bleeding man’s shoulders.

“Adam! Look at me!” Lucifer shouted.

Adam managed to open his eyes for a moment, his head moving a bit but it was perfect timing.

Lucifer leans in and presses his mouth against Adam’s.

Adam was bewildered but his body did lock up, not because of the kiss itself, but because Lucifer was focusing angelic blood down his throat. It seemed Lucifer had purposely bit his tongue and the golden blood was making its way into Adam’s body.

As Adam was just distracted enough, Husk reaches inside, carefully but urgently, and then—

The weight of a tiny, struggling body fills his hands.

The baby.

Husk barely breathes as he lifts them, covered in blood from butching Adam open.

Then, a tiny, sharp cry pierces the air.

Relief crashes over the room like a tidal wave.

Lucifer exhales, voice softer than anyone has ever heard it.

Husk is holding a bloody newborn baby, making small whines, as though the baby didn’t want to make noise.

Adam, barely conscious, forces his eyes open just enough to see. His breath shudders, weak but filled with something close to awe.

Husk turns to Adam and Lucifer, “It’s a girl.”

Lucifer smiled, “a girl?” He turned to Adam, a spark of joy in his eyes, “did you hear that? You have a da—“

Lucifer stopped talking when he said there was no light in Adam’s eyes and the movement completely stilled.

“Adam?” Lucifer began to shake him to wake him up. “Adam?” Lucifer’s grip tightened on Adam’s shoulders, giving him a rough shake.

"Adam, wake up." His voice is firm, demanding, but there’s an underlying edge of panic he can’t suppress.

Adam doesn’t respond.

His body is unnaturally still, the shallow rise and fall of his chest now completely absent. His skin, already pale from blood loss, takes on an eerie stillness. The spark in his eyes—gone.

"No—no, no, no." Lucifer shakes him harder now, his hands trembling. He leans in, pressing a hand against Adam’s throat, searching for a pulse. Nothing. His fingers move to Adam’s wrist. Still nothing.

Charlie claps her hands over her mouth, eyes welling with tears. Husk, still holding the newborn, stiffens, ears pinning back as dread fills the air. Even Vaggie, despite her own injury, stops struggling against Charlie’s hold, her expression unreadable.

"Lucifer—" Husk starts, but Lucifer isn’t listening.

His mind is racing, his chest tight with something awful and unfamiliar. He’s seen death more times than he can count. He’s caused death more times than he can count. But this? This is different.

"No." Lucifer snarls, his wings flaring as raw celestial energy crackles in the air around him. ‘Not like this.’

He forces his hands over Adam’s chest, pressing down hard. He’s never performed mortal resuscitation before, but he knows how a heart works, how breath moves through lungs. He starts compressions, ignoring the blood, the stillness, the faint warmth still lingering in Adam’s body.

"Come on, damn you. Breathe!"

Husk takes a step back, his grip tightening around the baby as he watches Lucifer work. No one dares to interrupt.

Lucifer tilts Adam’s head back, sealing his mouth over Adam’s, forcing breath into his lungs. Angelic blood still lingers on Adam’s lips, but it hasn’t been enough. Lucifer growls low in his throat, biting his own tongue again, letting fresh, golden blood drip between Adam’s parted lips.

"Take it. Take it, you stubborn, impossible man!" Lucifer presses his hands back over Adam’s chest, forcing more power into him, his fingers digging in as if sheer will alone could bring him back.

A long, horrible silence. Then—

He feels it…

Adam’s heart is beating in his chest weakly. He doesn’t move but Lucifer exhales sharply, relief hitting him like a punch to the gut.

"You absolute imbecile," he growls, pressing a shaking hand to Adam’s sweat-damp forehead. "Don’t ever scare me like that again."

Husk sighs and looks down at the baby in his arms, who was whimpering a bit.

Husk shifts the baby in his arms, her tiny whimpers barely audible over the tension still thick in the room. Her small hands twitch, fingers curling as if searching for something—someone.

Lucifer doesn’t move from Adam’s side, his hand still pressed against his forehead, as if making sure he was really there. Adam’s chest rose and fell, slow and steady, but he remained completely still. The only sign of life was the weak thump of his heart beneath Lucifer’s palm.

Charlie, still gripping Vaggie’s arm to keep her steady, swallows the lump in her throat. “Is… is he going to wake up?” Her voice is small, hesitant.

Lucifer’s jaw tightens. “He’s alive.” It’s the only answer he can give.

Husk exhales through his nose and shifts his grip on the baby again, grumbling. “Yeah, well, he ain’t gonna be much of a father like this.” He moves closer, hesitating for only a moment before carefully lowering the newborn into the crook of Adam’s arm. “Might as well let him hold her. Maybe it’ll get his dumb ass moving again.”

The baby whines as she’s placed against Adam’s unmoving form, but as soon as her tiny face nuzzles against his chest, she settles.

Lucifer watches closely.

Adam doesn’t wake. Doesn’t stir.

The morphine had spread through his system, keeping him still and mercifully free of pain, but there was something unnerving about his silence. His body had been pushed far past its limits—his heart had stopped. He shouldn’t be alive. The only reason he was still breathing was because Lucifer had forced him to.

The thought makes something twist in Lucifer’s chest, something uncomfortably close to anger. ‘Why did Adam let it come to this? Why had he been so hellbent on running, on avoiding help, even if it meant dying?’

“Hey Dad…” Charlie’s voice is gentle. “Maybe we should let him rest.”

Lucifer doesn’t respond at first. His fingers twitch against Adam’s forehead before he finally exhales and pulls his hand back. His wings shift behind him before folding in.

“Fine.” He stands, but his gaze lingers on Adam’s face. “But I’m not leaving.”

Husk snorts. “Yeah, no shit. You look like you’re about to chain yourself to his damn bedside.”

Lucifer gives him a sharp look but doesn’t argue. Instead, he steps back just enough to give Adam space, but his eyes never leave him.

Adam remained still, unaware of the silent vigil being kept over him.

The baby lets out a soft sigh, her tiny fingers gripping weakly at Adam’s chest hair.

Lucifer watches, expression unreadable.

Adam might not be awake yet—but he wasn’t gone.

And Lucifer would make damn sure he stayed that way.

[angst-king]

Fall from Grace CHP 9

(SURPRISE FUCKERS, you guys know I can't move on with a happy ending like that. So here's my version of a 'bad ending'. Like I said in the true ending. I hope you all have enjoyed this story I know I loved writing it. Anyways without further ado~) ((CW mention of amputation, sex & death) “Vaggie” Her hoarse voice called out from behind the cracked door, Vaggie went over to her concerned. Charlie noticed the metal arm, from what she had been told Lute had cut off Vaggie’s arm or well mangled it to the point she had to cut it off herself. But that didn’t deter her from wanting one final session. “Charlie, you shouldn’t be roaming around too much, you need rest-” Charlie shut Vaggie up with a deep kiss yet instead of it being quick and rough it was slow and tender full of love and wanting. Vaggie made a soft noise in surprise, her face blushed but she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity and kissed back. Charlie pulled Vaggie into her bedroom and locked the door, her inhibitions dropped as they continued to kiss. When they pulled away Vaggie noticed tears falling and cupped her face worriedly.

“Are you okay, did I hurt you?” Charlie shook her head and smiled before whispering.

“Before I go, I wanted you to know that I-...I ….I think I love you Vaggie.” Vaggie smiled and leaned in to kiss her but halted when she realized what she said.

“What do you mean ‘before you go?’ Wh-where are you going, Charlie?” “I’m going to die, Vaggie.” Her eyes blew wide and she backed away checking over the princess’s body.

“Not now but soon, I’m sorry to do this to you but. I can’t take living anymore, call it cowardly but living hurts. My life has been nothing but being someone else’s puppet and I can’t do this.” Charlie explained dismally but her smile didn’t leave as she reached for Vaggie.

“Please Vaggie, won't you give me one more night? Fuck me like you love me, not as a knight, not as an exorcist but as a lover. Fuck me like you want to know just how much you love me.” The blond girl pleaded while intertwining their fingers and pulling Vaggie on top of her. Vaggie sighed, if this was going to be her last she was going to make it her best!

For someone who was apparently soulless, she knew how to make love. Vaggie spent the entire night fucking Charlie how she had dreamed. Sure she liked it rough but it always felt like hate fucking or as if she was fucking a stranger. This felt like love, this felt real! She made sure Charlie enjoyed every minute of it and didn’t care if they were caught. She hoped that if she did a good enough job then Charlie would forget all about her plans. However, when Vaggie woke up to an empty bedroom she knew there was no stopping her. 

Then there was a blood-curdling scream.

Vaggie made haste to put on her clothes and get to the source, spear in hand as she ran down the hall. A few other guards came running as well. The sound of loud sobbing echoed louder and louder many other Archangels came from their sides of the castle all meeting in the center hall’s throne room. Vaggie had gone pale at the image in front of her very eyes. On her throne sat Charlie with a holy sword impaling her chest, her crown hanging from the handle of the sword, and her engagement ring resting on the end of the handle. Golden blood slowly seeped through her dress as her body lay still. The source of the scream was Lilith and Samael!

Everyone shared a look of horror as Lilith and Samael rushed towards her. Charlie weakly looked up at her parents who hovered over her. The light in her bright blue eyes faded fast.

“I’m sorry Mom and Dad, I couldn’t do it anymore.” Her voice hardly a ghosting their ears. Lilith dropped to her knees while Samael had Raphael rush over to help him save Charlie. Pulling the sword from her chest they both worked at healing her before she bled out. Samael lifted her body from the throne and pulled her close to his body using what magic he could to repair the damage while he cried.

“It's okay Charlie, it's okay Daddy’s here now, come on sweetheart open your eyes. Daddy and Mommy are here, come on!” He started chest compressions when he couldn’t feel her pulse, it almost made him sick to his stomach to hear her ribs crunching as they broke from the force. They were still healing from her fall through the hotel’s crash. Her lifeless body was raising and lowering on the floor from it. But he wasn’t going to stop, he couldn’t stop, not until his little girl was breathing, until she was holding onto him until she was calling for him. He wouldn’t stop!

“Come on Charlie come on princess, wake up for me, open those pretty eyes of yours. Please Charlie you’re scaring me!” He pleaded, as he worked Michael hurried from his side.

“What the fuck is with all the screaming?!” He yelled grumpily looking to be just woken up from his sleep though as he walked around he saw Lilith who was curled into Uriel while silently begging for their daughter to come back, then he turned the corner and saw Samael over Charlie’s body and the bloody sword on the floor.

“What happened?!” But no one answered, Samael and Raphael were too busy working on Charlie and everyone else was spectating in suspense.

Samael didn’t know how long he had been doing chest compressions but Raphael had to force him to stop and let him continue them. What could he do now? He had just come home from Earth to see his daughter die! He felt so useless all he could do was pray at this point until Raphael told him.

“I’ve got one last option here, and if this doesn’t work then I’m sorry brother.” Samael knew what Raphael meant and nodded solemnly.

“Anything, please do anything as long as it saves her please!” The king of heaven beseeched desperately. Raphael nodded back and clasped his hands together muttering a spell of sorts he asked for Samael and Lilith to extend out their hand. Both of them did as told and he held them in his. Closing his eyes a small glowing ball of light began to grow from the size of a marble to an orange. He was taking some of their divine energy and life force along with his own before he plunged it into Charlie’s body. There was silence, waiting, oh dammit did they hate waiting especially now. The wound in Charlie’s chest struggled to close the sound of skin snapping and pulling to meet in the middle along with crackling bones trying to put themselves back into place.  Blood continued to pour from the area spilling onto the floor creating a puddle that steadily grew. Raphael leaned down, felt for her pulse, and checked for any signs of life. His mouth came utterly dry when not a single one could be found.

“I-I’m sorry, br-brother.” He could hardly get out the words, Samael shook his head, he couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to.

“N-no, please Raphael!” Raphael could feel his own heart sinking as he looked down at the princess.

“I’m so sorry S-Sa-Samael….Sh-she’s gone.” Samael grabbed Charlie’s lifeless body and pulled it back to him.

“No no no, she-she can’t be, please! She’s not no! Please!” He buried his face into her shoulder as bawled heavily. Lilith had realized what this meant and fully dropped to her knees letting out the loudest scream that almost shook the castle. But not of horror, but of pain, this cry was out of pain and loss. Uriel stayed close to her rubbing her back while trying to keep herself from crying as did many of the other Archangels. It had finally hit Michael as to what had happened…Charlie was dead.

Vaggie who stood by watching all of this did her best to resist the urge to cry, she had hardly felt this urge so it was unfamiliar. This deep-seated pain in her chest grew the longer she watched, she bit on her lower lip as it started to quiver when the floodgates of emotions began to test her strength.

The room was overflowing with pain, so much pain, so much anguish.

The princess had fallen from grace, but sadly no one had been there to catch her.

A day after there was an announcement that had reached many places of her passing. Heaven would never be the same, and Samael and Lilith would never be the same. They had lost their only daughter, no amount of asking to reincarnate her would bring her back. No amount of getting on their knees and begging with God would bring her back. No amount of beating Michael bloody would fix the damage done to their kingdom or bring back Charlie.

The story has ended but there was no happily ever after.

[m5ria]

Chapter 10: The Dinner(s)

At dinnertime, a loud, awful bell ring scares the hell out of me while I was rehearsing how to use the cutlery. It’s not like I don’t know how to use a fork and knife, but I really don’t know what to expect. Should I know what fork to choose to eat a salad or a piece of meat?

The sudden noise makes the hairs on my tail lift up. I seriously don’t know how I couldn’t hear it yesterday. Was I truly that asleep?

I check myself in the mirror. Other than my usual attire and self, I don’t see something strange. Oh, maybe only the big discomfort my eyes tremble with. I frown and it disappears.

I leave my room emotionless and let myself slide on the railing of the stairs. Even if the Hazbin Hotel is quite tall for a building, I unfortunately soon reach the ground floor. There’s no stalling time. I push the dining room door.

At the table, there are already Charlie and Vaggie. I see that the Husk guy attends this time. Then, I glance at the short girl I’ve never seen before. 

I see Charlie sitting at the head of the table, obviously, and Vaggie to her right. The left seat is empty, and then it comes to the short girl, which I assume is the Kylie girl, and then Husker.

Next to Vaggie, there are three empty seats. I choose the farthest away. 

“Welcome, Diana!” Charlie greets me as usual. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“The pleasure is mine,” my words taste like poison in my mouth.

I sit down and there immediately appears the plate and the cutlery. I frown at them, all so shiny and regal. 

“Wassup, bitches!” Angel Dust makes his (vibrant purple) appearance. He winks at me before taking his seat.

“How many times have I told you?!” Vaggie mutters from his left. “No swearing during dinners!”

“Ok, Mom!” he rolls his eyes. “Wait, did Kylie return from whoever she’s meeting?”

“No,” Charlie answers.

“Then why’s there another seat?” he points to the right one.

“Because Husk and Niffty are here,” Vaggie points out the obvious,

“No shit,” Angel rolls his eyes again.

“Language!” Vaggie shouts.

I hear Husk groaning. The short girl, however, trembles excitingly. Looking at her, a question raises in my head: “Isn’t she...?”

“Sweet Diana, why don’t you come here?” Angel offers the right seat.

I reluctantly switch seats, grabbing my plate and cutlery in the process. 

“Who are you then?” I ask the short girl.

“I’m Niffty!” she jumps on the table, startling everybody. Then, she offers her hand. “Nice to meet you!”

I hesitantly take her hand. She shakes it with surprising speed and force, causing my arm to feel like a noodle.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to greet you! I was in Husk’s room, all this time! Trying effortlessly to untangle his mess! You see, whenever I’m in Husk's room, I have to wear a mask because it stinks! And I was focused on doing my job, I forgot how time passes...”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Niffty!” Husk groans again. “You give me a fucking headache!”

“Language!” Vaggie yells again.

“I need a fucking drink...” He ignores her.

“So soon, my friend?”

A choir of laughter accompanies Alastor as he has materialized to Charlie’s left, startling her. Everyone turns their bored gaze toward him, including myself. Except for Niffty, who seems to radiate more energy in his presence.

“Haha! I’d presume you would wait at least for dinner to arrive. See what I have to offer!”

“Now that you’re here, I know I’m too sober for this,” Husk mutters under his breath.

Alastor takes his seat and, with a flick of his hand, materializes food on the center of the table. All of us stare at the delicacies, which smell and look amazing.

“I have to thank you, dear, for the deer! Ha ha!” he smiles at me, amused by his word game. “I’ve missed eating a purple deer, let alone cooking one!”

I study his face to see if there’s any hint of today’s espionage. But he’s all cheer. No hint of his spying. It still doesn’t discourage me.

“You’re most welcome,” I smile back.

I sniff around and identify deer ribeye. I put some on my plate. I vaguely notice the chatter around the table while I stare at the meat. Thoughts whirl in my head, thoughts that I’d let them free if I wasn’t surrounded by so many demons.

“Why, is there something wrong?”

It takes me some seconds to realize the question was meant for me. I look up and see Alastor, with his usual smile. The only difference is his predatory face.

“Not at all,” I smile politely, hoping to hide the ghosts from my past. 

“You hardly touched the food,” he sweetly points out.

As a response, I grab my fork and knife and cut a piece, my eyes locked on his. Then, I eat it. The flavourous taste of it makes me forget everything that was clouding me one second ago. I prevent a moan from surfacing.

However, something on my face must have changed, because he grins satisfied, and then resumes eating. 

I try to slowly eat, but there’s been a long time since I ate something so well-cooked. I usually just leave my meat to heat up for a while before eating it. There's a saying that they’re two kinds of people: the ones that eat to live or live to eat. I’m the first kind.

Regardless, the richness of flavors ambushed me and all of my instincts tell me to eat it as fast as I can before I lose it. Of course, I have more self-control than that, but it is a kind of torture. 

I try to focus on the others.

“Even if we’re not all of us here,” Charlie begins to say, “I am still so grateful that we’re together and we’re welcoming our newest resident, Diana!”

There’re a few glances towards me, but other than that nothing special.

“Since this hotel opened its doors, we’re more and we’re better! I am so thankful for how much this project evolved. Regardless, there’s always room for improvement! So I’m planning on organizing some event, a bigger event, to allure sinners. I know I have already done that several times with little success...” Charlie glances around shyly, “but this time, I want this to be proper and perfect! So there’s no way anyone can question the hotel’s reputation anymore!”

She glimpses at Alastor, but then quickly turns. I don’t get why.

“I am asking you, the residents of this hotel, to offer some ideas of what this event could be!”

The silence that follows her is pressuring everybody.

“I, for instance,” she breaks the silence, “was thinking of a musical!”

“Charlie...” Vaggie sighs.

“Who doesn’t love musicals?” Charlie keeps on, unbothered. “Right, Al?”

“Of course, my dear,” he chuckles. 

A fret surrounds the table which seemingly avoids the upper-right corner. 

“Shoulda be the ice breaker then?” Angel speaks to a pocket mirror in his hand. Then, he looks at Charlie: “Need I remind ya how ya last musical went?”

“There’s no need,” Vaggie eyes him. Then, she speaks with a fancy woman's voice: “Breaking news! It seems that porn actor Angel Dust just joined the...”

“Ya still upset ‘bout that?” he rolls his eyes. “Just get a life!”

Vaggie’s iris turns into a skull.

“Ah, right!” he chuckles. “Ya can’t.”

“Okayyy...” Charlie cuts in before Vaggie launches at Angel’s throat, “I see your point, Angel, even if... Nevermind! I’m open to other ideas as well!”

She looks around the table, especially at the quiet ones: Niffty, Husk, and me.

My face stays the same: expressionless. I really can’t think of any idea right now that would convince depressed losers and jerks to turn good. 

She sees that, so she tries with Husk instead.

“What can you say, Husk?”

“Oh, I dunno,” he shrugs without energy. 

“Try!”

“Ugh...” he thinks for a few seconds, eyeing the drink in his hand. “Maybe... A wine tasting?”

“Of course,” Vaggie mutters.

“And what would be the purpose of this wine tasting other than getting yourself even more drunk than this?” Alastor leans his head on his hand, looking at him.

“Hey! She asked me for an idea; I gave her an idea!”

“Ya like tasting, Husky?” Angel speaks seductively. “How about you taste...?”

“ANGEL DUST!” Vaggie shouts at him.

“What?” his eyes sparkle mischievously. “I was just suggesting he should try the Cherry Cider Cherri's selling. It’s divine!”

“So, it is a drink after all!” I point out.

He turns to me to wink funnily. I smile entertained.

The rest of the evening resumes with worse and worse ideas. However, when Angel implies an orgy would be quite effective, the majority of us, including myself, suddenly decide that we had enough of the food. The dinner is over.

I retreat to my room and tune in to the small radio on a nightstand. It feels weird to hear the host talking, now that I know him. It feels weirder to know he’s some feet away, judging by the presence of the radio tower incorporated into the hotel.

No names.

☽

After a long day of hunting, today’s chef, which seems to be Vaggie, decided to keep the rabbit I brought for another time. Instead, she delighted in boiling chicken soup.

“This was my abuela’s recipe,” my ears pick up her whispered words towards Charlie.

The Princess smiles warmingly and kisses her on the cheek. Angel pointedly drops his spoon into the soup.

“So,” Charlie speaks up, a little bit flustered, “after our talk yesterday, as well as some advising here and there,” she glances first at Alastor, then at Vaggie, “I came to the conclusion of organizing a gala in one month!”

“Gala?” Angel sighs. “Not a party?”

“Seeming that at the last party you ended up out of it, we think it’s the best idea,” Vaggie bites.

“I’m so sorry, Vaggie,” Angel says sarcastically, “that the only way to have fun around here is to drink.”

Vaggie breathes hard as if to refrain. I don’t know whose idea was to put them next to each other.

“Anyway,” Charlie breaks the silence, “I was thinking of the theme of flowers for the gala. They’re so rare here, and beautiful! They might cheer some demons up!”

“Or give ‘em allergies,” Angel mutters under his breath.

“What do you all think?” Charlie asks us.

“Ah! I personally think it’s quite an elegant idea!” Alastor answers. “I shall help you with the music, then!”

“Is it going to be ol’ music again?” Angel asks, almost exasperated. “Last time you chose, some of the guests died of boredom. Literally.”

“This time we won’t invite anyone!” Charlie cuts in before Alastor can say something. “It is meant to attract more... distinguished demons. Like Alastor’s friend, Rosie.”

I notice a pleasant smile on Alastor’s face. 

“Does this mean Angel can’t come?” Husk asks, relieved.

Angel starts to say something, showing him a middle finger, but Charlie interrupts him: “Everyone at the hotel is invited, Husk. Including you.”

“To serve drinks, I presume,” he mutters under his breath.

“No, to attend,” Charlie clarifies.

He looks at her quite bewildered. I don’t know how it was in the past, but I guess he was never invited as a guest.

“Why invite only a few?” I ask Charlie. “Isn’t it a kind of discrimination?”

Vaggie looks at me with a warning eye, but Charlie merely gestures: “Giving the last two galas, where we did invite anyone and ended poorly, this time I target a selective few. I think that if we start small first, we can spread good energy about the hotel and then attract other demons as well.”

“Does it mean inviting mainly Overlords?” I wonder.

“Not really,” she disagrees. “It means inviting influential people. Only for this gala. See if we can accomplish something this way.”

“An experiment...” I whisper. 

“Does it mean I can wear my new dress?” Niffty suddenly asks with big eyes.

“Yes, of course!” Charlie looks at her dearly. I suppose the girl attracts quite easily the affection of others. I met her yesterday for the first time, but I feel I would unreasonably fight for her if she’d be put in any danger. 

“Can I wear my new dress too?” Angel bats his eyelashes, copying Niffty.

“Uhm... Sure?”

“As long as it’s appropriate,” Vaggie hisses at him.

“And it doesn’t give you any improper ideas!” Alastor cocks one eyebrow.

“Can it give you any ideas?” Angel... flirts with Alastor?

“I can assure you, niminy-piminy spider, that Hell’s going to freeze before that happens.”

“Y’know,” Angel stretches himself over the table towards the Radio Demon, “I am the reason why Hell’s so hot!”

“Amazing! So all it takes is to remove you and then it gets back to normal!” Alastor snickers.

“Oh, boy,” Angel kind of whispers to himself. “I didn’t think this through.”

“E-xactly!” 

“Can we all go back to discussing the pressing issue?” Vaggie sighs, annoyed. 

“Which was...?” Angel asks.

“My dress!” Niffty jumps from her seat.

“NO!” Vaggie shouts.

Niffty sits back deflated. Her smile is still there, though.

What’s the matter with this non-stop smiling? It’s creepy.

For the rest of dinner, they all discuss details about this supposed Gala. I listen, mostly watching the ongoing debate like a ping-pong match. There are Angel Dust’s sexual jokes or Vaggie’s non-stop complaints... It’s almost comical.

In my room, I turn on the TV where, on 666 news, a similar battle like the one from dinner takes place between two hosts and a chef. 

No names.

☽

Day three. Dinner number three. And it seemed it all went the same. We even had soup again. 

I managed to get used to this new environment of non-stop buzzing around me.

And when I say that, I mean I completely ignore it.

However, the conversation takes a weird turn, and I prick up my ears.

“And this is why a smile saves you lots of troubles,” Alastor tells Vaggie. “Speaking of trouble, have you heard, my dear? What happened some days ago in the center?”

“The hide-and-seek party that turned into an orgy?” Angel’s eyes widen.

“No,” Alastor bluntly cuts him. Then, he turns to Vaggie.

“That some fools tried to steal from Jewls fashion shop, then?” she asks, confused. 

The Deer Demon nods.

“Yeah, apparently they escaped,” Vaggie shrugs. “For now.”

A chill goes through me and I look at Angel. He looks quite relaxed, but I notice his stillness. He doesn’t know what Alastor knows. Judging by the approach to this discussion, I suspect what the Radio Demon tries to achieve.

“Didn’t they identify them?” Charlie asks worriedly. “To steal from this kind of shop... It’s almost suicidal.”

“Apparently, they only have their descriptions for now,” Vaggie says uninterested. “They’ll identify them in a matter of hours.”

“Oh no, they already did,” Alastor smiles enormously. “Well, at least one of them.”

I stare at him as if to say You’re on thin ice, but I know it’s fruitless. My hand clenches on the knife. For therapeutic reasons.

Angel swallows heavily on my left. I don’t look at him, not to give any clue of anything unusual here. Still, I feel him tense. 

I am tense.

“Really?” Vaggie asks uninterested. “And why should I trouble myself on knowing them?”

“Hey, Alastor!” I call him. He turns to me, with one eyebrow up. Curious. Arrogant. “How about I tell you why you’re so obvious?”

Everyone turns to me, quite surprised by my sudden intervention. I am pretty sure they already have a quiet picture of me. My sudden outburst, especially directed at the Radio Demon, is not something even I could have foreseen. 

However, it seems Alastor doesn’t think the same, as his smile only widens. 

Maybe he’s the only one who knows what I’m trying to do. A deal. I give him an opportunity to receive information, something that he clearly wants, based on his spying and constant teleports. In exchange, he keeps his mouth shut.

A choice for him: knowledge versus entertainment.

I ignore the fact that I don’t quite know what I can offer him to be useful. I have some ideas and, as long as I play confidently, I can earn what I want.

“I’d be delighted to hear your piercing observation,” he leans his head to one side. 

“Even if you have the element of surprise, you do the same thing every time,” I say sweetly. “Your pattern is your weakness, and some demons can see it.”

I hear Angel snort next to me. I may have subtly borrowed some of his words. 

Alastor’s smile remains, but his eyes narrow. I can tell it didn’t quite satisfy him. But is it sufficient? It was an honest answer.

“Oh, she burnt ya!” Husk laughs. I see that he already has an empty glass at his side. 

However, everyone else stays still, waiting for him. There’s always this tense atmosphere that I don’t really get. Sure, he’s an Overlord, but Charlie is the freaking Princess of Hell. If it’s about power, wouldn’t they be more scared of her?

“Thank you, dear,” he says. “I shall consider your remark.”

It’s neither a yes nor a no. I can’t decide if he took the deal.

I look at Angel for a brief second. He seems a little bit more relieved. I want to say to him something to loosen up, but I can’t dare to suggest letting his guard down. For all we know, the shop owners know him. And he’s famous. Quite easy to find.

“Anyway...” Charlie breaks the silence, “Speaking of interesting events... I’ve already made the list of guests! It is non-negotiable, I’m afraid!” she glances at Alastor. “I’ve already started making the invites!”

“Oh, then I suppose you’ll have to announce your gala soon enough,” Alastor wonders. “Or, to say, I shall.”

“Thank you, Al!” she looks at him gratefully, as it seems there’s no opposition to the guest's list. 

However, she doesn’t seem to have picked on his dark implication. Vaggie has, though, as she stiffens.

“Why do you say soon?” she asks him suspiciously.

“Oh, just for everyone to have time to get ready,” he waves a hand. “Some of the guests might have some other pressing issues... to deal with.”

“If you know something, Alastor, just bloody say it,” Vaggie gets impatient.

She somehow broke her own rule, but I don’t get to react anyhow since Alastor has decided to drop a bomb:

“Oh, nothing much! Only that they’ll be occupied with chasing Angel Dust.”

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