#alastor and rosie cause at least some of them

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So I’ve seen a couple posts about the DELIGHTFUL possibility of Zestial/Carmilla/Rosie and although it’s not the most realistic ship I’ve ever seen in this show…something about it just makes my brain go

So have some headcanons!

TW: Some mild implied sexual content and mentions of alcohol. It is Hazbin Hotel 🤷‍♀️

- Zestial and Rosie are both enamored with Carmilla’s hair. Rosie is constantly trying to convince her lover to wear her hair down more often, while Carmilla insists she wears it up because Rosie CANNOT resist playing with it (and really, she can’t). Zestial, on the other hand, just likes being allowed to help her brush and style it. He claims he enjoys the intimacy of the act. Rosie argues that he just ALSO enjoys playing with Carmilla’s hair.

Zestial, gently running a brush through Carmilla’s hair: Mine dearest, what, pray tell, befell thee to put thy locks in such a state?

Carmilla, leaning back in his lap with her eyes closed: Rosie.

Zestial, subtly smacking something away with the brush: Ah.

Rosie, who had been sneakily winding a piece around her finger: >:(

- Her impressively long hair is also why Carmilla has banned showering together in her home (“If you want it so badly, you can pay the water bill.”) It already takes her the better part of an hour to wash, condition, and then restyle it without any…distractions.

- Cannibal Town is significantly further away from Zestial and Carmilla’s territories than either are from each other. Rosie keeps a little box of knickknacks stashed in her vanity (handwritten letters from Zestial, a bottle of Carmilla's perfume, and various jewelry that she's stolen from them both) for when she can't make it to see her lovers for too long.

- Carmilla sleeps in the middle when they share a bed. This isn’t necessarily out of preference (in fact, she’s really not a big cuddler and would probably sleep on her own mattress at least some of the time if given the chance) but because both her partners are INCREDIBLY cold bodied and insist on being curled around her much warmer self when they sleep.

- Carmilla is also CONSTANTLY sleep deprived. It’s mostly her own fault (she takes the phrase “working yourself to death” to a whole new level), but every once in a while she suffers from a bout of actual insomnia, which leaves her miserable to be around the next day. Zestial usually gets sent in at that point to convince her to take a break (and a nap), because she’s least likely to snap at him.

- Zestial is partially nocturnal due to his somewhat spidery traits. He still enjoys staying in the same bed as his partners, but spends at least part of the night simply just watching them sleep. Carmilla took awhile to be comfortable with it (though she warmed up to it eventually) but Rosie found it sweet.

- Rosie and Zestial often bond over classic literature, like a weird little two-demon book club. They’ve tried to include Carmilla in it in the past, but she shuts it down every time (she loves them both, she does, but what little she understands she finds either dull, depressing, or both). She will, however, drop by with a cup of tea and a kiss for each before leaving them to their own devices.

- Both Carmilla’s partners have a good relationship with her daughters. However, Zestial is more like to a second parent to them, whereas Rosie is closer to a fun aunt/godmother (which gets her in trouble sometimes)

Clara: Rosie, will you take us downtown tonight?

Rosie: Hmm. What’d your mama say?

Odette: She said no.

Rosie: Then why’re ya asking me?

Clara: Because she’s not the boss of you.

Rosie: Huh. Well-

Zestial, interjecting with a pointed look at Rosie: In fact, I do believe she is. Of us both, dear one.

Rosie: …yeah, that’s probably right.

(Side note- 90% of the time, Carmilla absolutely is the boss of them both. In more ways than one 😉)

- Zestial is the only person Carmilla will let see her cry.

- Both C and Z have some chronic pains from throughout their lives/afterlives (Carmilla gets horrible migraines, while Zestial has some old wounds in his back and shoulders that never healed properly, as well as some joint pain in his wings that flares up when he sleeps on them awkwardly). When it gets too bad, the other will usually take over their work for the day so that they can go to Rosie’s and rest.

- Rosie, for her part, enjoys fussing over her partners a little too much- while Zestial sort of enjoys the attention, it can be a bit much for Carmilla when her head’s already killing her. She can’t stay too mad though, especially when being cradled in Rosie’s arms like that is so soothing and she can tell Rosie left off her usual perfume and hairspray out of consideration to her headache.

- Rosie has a pretty high alcohol tolerance and can usually function fairly well when she’s been drinking. The only exception is when she goes out with Alastor. Carmilla hates these nights because she then has to go and haul them BOTH home.

[jyoongim]

~BLOOD & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

In this chapter: slow build up! Smut! Love-making, Creampie, slight breeding kink

this chapter is VERY long!!!

Chapter one Chapter three

Chapter two

The sound of voices filled your home as the ladies chatted in your parlor.

“Oh honey is that peach cobbler? Why you would think it was Sunday with the spread you made.” Agnise said as you came from the kitchen with the dish and placed it on the dessert table, causing all the ladies to turn to you.

You had finger sandwiches filled with ham, beignets, one too many cakes, banana pudding, sweet tea and lemonade.

You were in a baking mood and since it was just high noon, you kept it lite for today’s meeting.

You let out a laugh “oh it was nothin’. Thought we deserved a treat since the last time we saw each other. We housewives deserve a little sugar sometimes.” The ladies giggled at your comment.

Grabbing a sandwich, you took a seat by Rosie, “Now what were y’all talking about while i was in the kitchen?”

”Abi was telling us the Smiths youngest was found in bed with that scrappy gent that worked down at the mill” Rosie said, sipping her tea. You gasped, hand over your heart “Ain’t that girl engaged to um oh what that boy’s name?” You snapped your fingers trying to think

”David Johnson” Abigail snickered “Just know Old smith threw a fit. I heard her mother went crying to the church shouting. Ooooh must have been real bad”

Agnise chimed in “Also Harriet told me that Elaine is expecting…and it ain’t her husband’s” shocked gasps filled the room. “Elaine? As in love the church, has three youngins Elaine? Oh that poor woman I don’t know how she do it” Rosie shuddered. Abigail smirked “Yeah poor Elaine, so who’s the father?”

Agnise chuckled “Take a guess”

Literally you, Rosie, and Abigail looked to each other puzzled.

”Pastor Brown from the next town over”  Agnise said.

squeals and laughs erupted from all of you.

You shook with laughter as you took a deep breathe. “Ok ok enough of that. How have y’all been?”

Rosie was running a boutique, New Orleans finest clothes and it was really taking off. She talked about how some cheap fabrics came in and she ain’t have a clue what to do with them.

Agnise happily chirped about how her two oldest had got accepted in some fancy school on the other of town.

Abigail complained that she thought the maid was stealing her clothes, claiming too many of her fine dresses were missing out of her closet.

”Oh dear how is that handsome husband of yours? I was hoping to the man when I was coming in.” Rosie said smiling. 

Rosie and Alastor were the closest besides Mimzy. He often dropped by to have her make your clothes and tailor some of his suits.

”Oh you know how Alastor is” you waved your hand, “he set out early this morning to the radio station. We’re suppose to down to Mimzy’s club tonight”

Agnise and Abigail looked at you shocked “That ol rigity joint? Oh darling no. That man makes good money, why y’all going down there?”

You had met Agnise and Abigail when you were in school.  They were a bit more Polish than Rosie who didn’t mind a good time.

”I think that lounge is rather charming. The music is good.” You defended.

”Well enjoy it now, I had a dream bout fishes and you know what that mean” Agnise said, giving you a knowing look.

You blinked, then blushed, taking a sip of tea. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you feigned dumb.

She smirked, red lips curling “You’ve been hiding news from us haven’t you?”

Abigail looked at you, “Are you?”her honey eyes roamed over your figure.

”Ladies no! I’ve told y’all me and Alastor haven’t discussed children. We don’t have time for that” you said pouting at their accusations.

”What man don’t want his own running around? The two of you been married for a few years now, i had half expected at least something.” Agnise said.

”Alastor has just settled in good as radio host. What kind of wife would I be if I just randomly suggested having a little one running around? No I couldn’t.” You gripped your cup, looking down.

You and Alastor hadn’t really discussed children. You figured you would wait a few years to get settled into your marriage before thinking of children.

With alastor’s career taking off, you didn’t have it in you to just spring the notion on him.

You didn’t mind. It was quite nice not having to clean and look after a baby.

BUT 

You did want to potentially have children with Alastor.

The house would be a lot livier and you thought Alastor would make a great father.

”Y’all ain’t getting any younger dear!” Agnise said “i mean unless there’s a another woman invovled”

Rosie let out a hiss, glaring at the woman “Oh shush that! Alastor wouldn’t do that! He loves his wife too much to even look at another woman”

Agnise shrugged.

Abigail patted your hand “Honey don’t listen to her. I am sure you’ll have a whole litter running around afterwhile. Not having children ain’t all that grand.”

You pouted. That did not make you feel better.

Rosie seeemd to pick on up your down mood and interjected

”We came to discuss books! Enough of this husband and children talk! So we left off at Charles securing the mistress!”

The little gathering went on without a problem, but the comments and conversation still bounced in your head. 

Alastor wouldn’t seek out another woman just because I haven’t…right?

You and Alastor’s intimate life was fine to your knowledge.

 The man wasn’t the most affectionate, but he did try. 

He was loving and gave you anything you wanted.

THATS what any wife wanted right?

Not having children didn’t seem to make him any less doting with you.

But you still felt that nagging doubt as you tried to reassure yourself.

”Bye now! Tell Nathaniel I said hello and Abi please just see if the maid took your dress!”you hollered from your porch, waving the ladies as they smiled and walked down the street.

You sighed. Rosie had stayed behind and was cleaning up.

”oh Rosie you’re a guest please let me” you said grabbing the dirty dishes.

”I’ve been here so much this is practically my home girl please.”she laughed as she grabbed the tablecloth and put in in the hamper.

”Those two are certainly a handful. Don’t take what they said to heart. They are just bitter their husbands don’t love on them like yours” she chided.

You hummed. Rosie was right. What did it matter that you didn’t have kids? That didn’t change anything.

”I know Ro but I feel like I’m failing as a wife. But i promise I’m fine I swear” you quickly said as she gave you a look.

She looked at the clock “Oh my well look at the time! Do give Alastor my love dear”

You gave her a hug and walked her out, waving her goodbye as she waltzed down the road.

You were now alone.

The house was quiet and you had cleaned up everything so you wouldn’t have to look at the mess in the morning.

You rolled your shoulders, sighing at the tension and decided a quick nap wouldn’t hurt as you wait for Alastor to come home.

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The sun began to slowly set through the trees as Alastor ran a bloody hand through his hair, the brown strands slicking back as he breathed deeply. The man had put up quite a fight, but luckily Alastor could quickly deal with his little problem. 

He had planned to take his wife out for tonight, but with the way he was feeling, he would rather be in your embrace and sleep.

He would stop and get you your favorite flowers as an apology and maybe cook for you instead. A soft smile appeared on his face as he imagined your face as he came in with flowers and kissed your soft lips as he propose hell cook for dinner.

Soft jazz would be playing and after the meal he would ask you to dance. Peppering your face in kisses as you laughed at him, thinking he was silly.

And maybe afterwards, he could indulge himself in you. A shiver ran through his body at the thought of your face contorted in pleasure. 

Oh yes he was sure you wouldn’t mind why he came home late

He hid away his shovel in an old storage house and changed clothes.

Getting in his car, he hummed along to the radio as he thought of what to make for dinner.

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Alastor softly closed the back door as he slowly set down the flowers and groceries. He peeked his head in the parlor and found you sleeping on the couch.

He quickly made his way upstairs, hid his clothes in the back of your closet, showered, and went back down stairs.

He grabbed the flowers and slowly slid beside you, pulling you into his lap.

You snuggled into his neck, eyebrows scrunching, waking up ”hmmm Alastor?” you groaned as he snickered. He pressed his lips to your plump cheek “Seems my darling wife had a very long day. Seems I got caught up at work and didn’t catch the time. But…” he pressed the flowers to your nose as you took a deep inhale of the flowers, smiling “I do hope you would forgive dear.”

Your heart fluttered at the man, standing to put the bouquet in a vase.

You caught sight of the time and gasped “oh no! I can’t believe I fell asleep for that long, lord on high I ain’t got a single thing out to cook.” You went to make your way to the kitchen, but Alastor was quick to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into his lanky frame. “Don’t you worry about dinner darlin’ I got it. I had promised you a night out and forgot. So to pay for my offense Ill cook dinner and why don’t you go upstairs and put on something pretty  for me hmm?” He pressed a few soft kisses along the column of your neck, making your breath hitch slightly, before patting your ass to get you moving towards the stairs.

Once you made it back downstairs, the smell of dinner made your stomach growl.

Alastor was just setting th plates as you entered the kitchen. “Book club must have been something today, I see you baked a lot of goods today. Good thing I checked before thinking of making dessert” He turned to actually look at you.

Gorgeous is what he thought as he took you in.

You opted for a simple slip dress that fell just before your knees. How enticing.

 You accessorized with your pearls and even had your hair curled slightly.

He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and bring a hand to his lips, kissing it as he looked at you with utter devotion.

”My my don’t you look lovely dear” he whistled, twirling you around slowly.

You blushed and looked towards the stove “Dinner smells great Al, what did you make?” He ushered you to the dining table and pulled you chair out for you to sit before fetching tonight’s dinner.

Shrimp and grits in one bowl and jambalaya.

For dessert he took a piece of butter cake that you made earlier and chilled sweet tea and lemonade.

You moaned in delight as the flavor of the jambalaya burned your mouth. “Oh Al! You added a bit more spice this time but it goes good with the grits. oh i love your jambalaya.” You praised him.

You practically danced in your seat as you ate causing Alastor to chuckle.

”I never tire of your praise for my mother’s recipe my dear. I must say this cake might just be my new favorite” he said.

You decided to fill him the latest gossip you heard today from the ladies

”Rosie sends her love by the way. Oh you would not believe what Agnise told us today…” you started.

Alastor had a lazy smile on his face as you talked animatedly about todays gossip. He nodded along and even gasped at the details you shared. You made him swear he wont repeat it anywhere, including on the radio.

You took a sip of lemonade ”Agnise made a comment that she was surprised we haven’t had kids yet. Can you believe that woman?” Alastor tilted his head “I wouldn’t put it pass that one. Well what did you say?”

Alastor asked taking in your reaction as you pouted, swirling your fork in your grits before stabbing a shrimp. You sighed “I told her that we just weren’t ready. I mean you just got settled in at the studio good. Then the nerve of that woman to say that you were probably seeing another because I wasn’t putting out.” You mumbled that part, feeling  pinges of doubt start to rise in you as you looked at him.

Alastor scoffed “darling I only ever had eyes for you” he reached across the table to grasp your hand, thumb fiddling with your wedding ring. “Nothing will make me look at you different. To me, you’re perfect. You are much more than I could ever deserve” he smiled at you. “Do you want children darlin?” He asked.

You blinked, a warm blush crept up your cheeks “I-I mean it might has crossed my mind once of twice, but I-I dont know” you looked away, feeling shy.

Alastor grinned “I think you would make a wonderful mother my dear. Through I will admit having to share you i dont know about that” he laughed “buuuuut if having children will make you happy, who am I to say no?” His voice dropped an octave as he smiled at you.

You were shocked. You hadn’t thought that Alastor would be open to having children. But you didn’t just want to have kids because of social pressure. You wanted it to be something you were sure of…

”Its a big responsibility if we have children Al”you whispered. He hummed, shrugging “Dear I make more than enough that our children will have comfortable upbringing, besides Ill be there the whole step of the way”

That reassurance made your heart swell.

You smiled, a soft laugh bubbling out of your chest “Then I guess well see what happens then huh?”

You finished dinner, Alastor leaving the dishes to soak and you giggled as he dragged you upstairs. “Alastor! Hahaha dont you have work tomorrow?” You entered your shared bedroom and squealed as he lavished your exposed shoulders in kisses.

He groaned in response as he unbuttoned his shirt as his hands gripped at your hips.

”what do that have to do with us delving into the throws of pleasures darlin? Its been quite some time since I’ve paid you proper attention.”

Your back hit the duvet as he situated himself between your thighs. Your dress bunched at your hips, exposing your lacy garter. His hand toyed with the fabric, lips curling in a smirk “Were you planing to seduce me dear?” You shook your head as you curled your arms around his neck, pulling his head to meet his lips.

”Hmmm lets keep the pearls and garter on” he grinned down at you.

”Nngh! Ah! Ah! Ha! Ah! Oh god!”you cried out as Alastor thrusted into you. Your fingers gripped at his hair as you moaned into his neck, kissing over the red bruises forming on his skin.

Fingers flexed on your thigh, keeping your leg pressed into your stomach. The only sound that filled the room were your sweet moans and his soft grunts and the slap slap of his dick burying into your cunt.

Alastor’s back muscles flexed as you raked a hand along his back, groaning as your nails left burning trails into his flesh.

”One more. You can give me one more can’t you darlin?” He asked huskily as he snapped his hips into yours.

Your body buzzed as your third orgasm approached. The pearl necklace that hung around your neck, bounced with your breasts as Alastor nipped at your neck. One of his hands crept up your chest to play with one of your nipples. Tugging and pinching the perk peak as your cunt clenched around him.

”I can’t wait to see you pregnant ma cher. All nice and round, carrying my child.”

A sharp pinch had you whining “These lovely tits of your full of milk god I can’t wait to taste it” his head shifted to your chest, his warm mouth taking the mound into his mouth. Teeth and tongue teased as his thrusts picked up pace.

”A-Al! Oh! Oh! P-Please!” You threw your head back in pleasure.

Alastor couldn’t help but let his twisted feelings take over, a hand wrapped around your throat, applying slight pressure as you whined.

He brought his face back to yours, nose brushing against yours as your swollen lips enticed him to suck and bite at them. He maneuvered both your thighs to be pressed against your stomach, giving him leverage to hammer into you soppy heat.

”You want me to give you a baby darlin? Hmm? Want me to fill the needy cunt of yours and spill my seed into you?”you moaned, eyes glazed with lust.

Alastor smirked “Use your words baby. C’mon” a harsh thrust made your toes curl.

”y-yes please please Alastor give me a baby!” You cried.

A wild look was in his eyes 

“Oh ill give you all the babies you want. I’ve wanted to see you swollen with my child since our wedding day. You’ll look so pretty baby. All filled with my cum and swollen. Yeeesss what a lovely sight you’ll make”

His thumb worked tight circles on your clit as your back arched into him as your orgasm ripped through you. Alastor slammed his lips on yours to swallow the loud moan that tried to spill from your lips.

He grunted as his hips shuddered. Chasing his orgasm as he rode yours out. With a hiss, his dick twitched and soon warm cream painted your gummy walls.

With a sigh, he coaxed his tongue against yours as he gave you a few more soft thrusts.

Panting and flushed, your legs fell limp as he pulled out and smirked at the mess he had made of you.  A white stream slowly pooling out of you.

Spent and feeling the blissful afterglow, you curled into the covers, wincing at the stickiness between your thighs. Alastor pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead “normally Ill clean you up, but since were trying no need.” He brushed a curl out of your face as you began to fall asleep

”Alastor?” You said tiredly.

He hummed, as he ran his hand up and down your arm, admiring the red bruises on your neck and shoulder

”I love you”

He grinned as you dozed off.

”I love you too dear”

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Soooo what did you guys think??? Bit of a slow burn yes? we got a peak into what Alastor was doing hehehee

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Control | Various x Overlord!Makima!Reader

Notes: Reader has the same powers as Makima from Chainsaw Man. Im leaving a link here in case you want to read about them in deep detail.

Warnings: HH violence - Cursing - Blood -

When a soul falls down to hell no one takes notice of it. You were lowkey thankful for it, your clothes the same ones as the one you had died were dity with mud and blood. Your white shirt was ruined, your black coat had holes on it.

Thats a magnificent disaster

You never expected you would be stabed in the back by one coworker, and that would be the cause of your death. But your greed was big and so was theirs so you were sure you were going to meet them down here soon.

As impressive as this was you were not under panic, maybe having to watch your back 24/7 when you were alive had helped to it.

In that dark alley you stood considering your choices when a small creature with horns appear, it showed a knife at you and jumped.

You moved your head to the side "is this a demon?" You wondered swiftly avoiding its attack. Then like instinct you raised your arm, your fingers like a gun, pointing at the demon.

"Bam" you whispered and soon the chest of the demon exploted. You looked at your fingers then at the corpse a few meters away a sadistic smile forming.

"I wonder what more I can do"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

In no time you got a name for yourself, The Control Demon. A Demon who could force others to make contracts with them, a demon who could use the power of the demons who they had a contract with.

Manipulation was your middle name. Overlords respected you and some feared you.

~☆~~☆~☆~☆

Carmilla was always wary around you, knowing your power. Her angel weapons were in reach whenever you attended a meeting. She could see behind that fake smile and eyes.

~☆~☆~☆

Zestial was amazed by your power. He knew he was strong and heavens you were stronger. He would start conversations with you only to try and get on your good side.

~☆~☆~☆

Rosie loved you, she knew you could put all the cannibal town against her but that was just amazing in her eyes, not to say, you using other overlord powers was something to enjoy.

Something she got to know was that you could force a sinner to say a name and by moving your hand that one named would explote.

~☆~☆~☆

Alastor was...well he was interested. He wanted to know if you could get him out of his own contact but then again for that he would have to confess that he had a leash on. Something he did not want to do at all.

~☆~☆~☆~

When Charlie first meet you she was...scared. Listening to your name being told and the stories....but she was sure something good was in everybody so of course she opened her hotel doors for you. Even if you were only there to see the place.

~☆~☆~☆

Vaggie straight up hated you. If Alastor was a pest then you were worse. She did not want nothing to do with you. But she also knew she was no competition against you. Specially after seeing your spiral eyes as you moved away her weapon.

"Please, at least learn how to proper use it, angel"

~☆~☆~☆~

Lucifer was charmed!!

Yes the king of hell fell for your sweet words and compliments like a young fella.

"Your majesty its a pleassure to meet the one who rules in here" You said bowing towards the short king who was suprised by your polite self.

You ended showing him the place after Alastor killed the other sinners and told him sweet nothings about hell and him. How you always have wanted to meet him (no). And he ate all up.

That night Lucifer ended on his bed blushing hard thinking about you.

~☆~☆~☆

Vox had tried to follow you only to end with a panic attack as he saw your spiral eyes staring back at him from one monitor.

"Its not polite to spy you know"

And now Vox has nightmares of you.

[barblaz-arts]

Fellow Chaggie shipper, here and I wanted to ask you a question. Could you please do an analysis post on the Chaggie argument from Hello Rosie. I know this will sound weird but I can't get over the level of icy anger Charlie had towards Vaggie or how despite everything going on, Charlie is more hurt from Vaggie not being honest with her. Just angst all around.

Oh yeah sure I'd love to!

I'm not sure there's a lot I can say about that argument that isn't already super obvious, so I wanna talk about Charlie's anger because of something my brother said as we watched episode 7. He loved that episode apparently because "When they're separated, it's even more obvious that Charlie is the one who's more quick to lose her cool." Which, looking back, is actually true!(To an extent)

Vaggie and Charlie are both quite quick to anger. Charlie is just better at hiding it because she's a chronic people pleaser. Although Charlie wouldn't immediately show her anger at a person being a jerk to her specifically, she's immediately summoning fire and brimstone over anyone who hurts/insults her friends or the cause she's fighting for.

Love this lil bit in "You Didn't Know". How Vaggie is the one telling Charlie to calm down, as if she knows what's about to happen. She knows that if she doesn't at least try to reel in her girl Charlie would be spitting literal fire at a goddamn seraphim.

It would seem like such a surprising role reversal, but if you look at all the times Charlie would lose it whenever Vaggie's not there to tell her "babe, chill", then it makes sense.

But then when their fallout happens, Charlie's short temper is even more apparent. She calls Alastor an asshole to his face even though she considered choosing his support over her father's. She openly glares and rolls her eyes at Rosie when she jokes that her and Alastor look like an item even though she still kept things cordial with Valentino after he licked her arm. She flips the bird at some old lady even though she didn't take visible offense at all the demons that inserted their crude and rude selves in "Happy Day in Hell." While she was cold and subdued even when upset with Vaggie, she was explosive and in ur face when she was pissed at everyone else.

Vaggie reigned in both the girl in Charlie who dreams a little too big and the demon who's waiting to lash out in flames. It really makes me wonder if there's a difference in the kind of person Charlie used to be before Vaggie. Before she had friends to be angry on behalf of and a person to calm her down. And then, in the wake of their argument, Charlie is left with a lot of anger that is easy to ignite.

But I love love love that despite all that anger, Charlie can't bring herself to deny that she loves Vaggie with all of her hurt heart.

This little moment is one of my favorite parts in the series. My brother mentioned that this episode and episode three were his favorites because he liked the beats the dialogues followed. So he looked back--

(the man literally paused the episode to check the opening credits of ep 7 and 3. I was a little annoyed because I just wanted my Chaggie dammit! We'd make terrible youtube reactors with all the pausing and discussing mid-episode that we do...)

--and was satisfied to see that it was written by the same person, Ariel Ladensohn. Apparently she's in a sapphic relationship too and projected her own experiences whenever she wrote Vaggie and Charlie, and it must have paid off because the moments she wrote with them felt so real.

Charlie expressing her fear that even Vaggie's support and love could also be part of the lies she told was understandable considering the betrayal she felt. But immediately following that she goes "Oh that's a horrible to thing to think!" which I love even more. Even when she's understandably mad she thinks about how Vaggie would feel over Charlie thinking that of her. Because although Vaggie lied about who she is, Vaggie was always sincere about how she felt for Charlie. Vaggie's past may have been a lie, but the things she did for, to, and on behalf of Charlie were very real and held dear in Charlie's heart.

I dont have anything smart to say to conclude this. Sorry, I'm not even sure where I went here. Let's all just appreciate the smile Charlie has on her face when she thinks about Vaggie even when she's under a lot of stress I guess.

[circeyoru]

Collection of Overlords _ Part 4 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

The (somewhat) Request (it's more of an ask of when this is gonna be out)

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 (here) — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9  — Part 10 — Part 11 — Part 12 — Part 13

The reunion and meeting of the century, or perhaps even longer, was on the way. With you seated at the head and your hand-picked souls to the side of the table. To your left starting with the closest was Zestial and Carmilla, to your right should be Alastor but he remained standing by your side behind you so not counting his empty seat, you have Rosie then Zeezi

Now, opposite to you, on the other side of the table were the three Vees, with Vox at the center and the other two, Velvette and Valentino, on either sides

With a soft hum, you decided to change the setting a bit. You snapped your fingers and the long rectangular table changed to a circular one, everyone seated in more sophisticated armchairs catered to their unique forms. There were equal spacing between each of them as well, allowing you to see them individually. The room altered thanks for your spatial ability, making it bigger than what it was

You told Carmilla that she could keep your little table and the chairs once everything was over since you changed things without her knowledge. She was move than happy to accept your gift

Another snap of your fingers and everyone’s preferred drink appeared in front of them and some snacks were placed around the table. You welcomed them to drink and eat to their hearts’ content since it has been a while you had been with them all

“Before we begin… I hope it’s expected that you keep the knowledge I shared during this meeting to yourself, and not attempt to use it to your advantage for future purposes.” You warned with a heavily aura around you. 

All your Overlords bowed their heads deeply as a sign of submission to your command and warning. 

“Now, I’d like to start the meeting with the latest event I’m sure you all are aware of.” You announced, a hologram of the former Hazbin Hotel building appeared at the center of the table, “There wasn’t any request or orders from me, so I believe some rewards are in order.”

While your Overlords nodded in agreement to your plans, you placed your elbows over the surface of the table, plopping your chin on top of your intertwined fingers. You gave them a moment to recall their actions before you revealed your awardees.

“Carmilla Carmine.” You named your first. 

“Yes!” Carmilla strengthened up even more as she put down her cup, folding her hands over her lap while her body was turned in your direction. “My Liege.”

“For your assistance in providing angelic weapons to the soldiers who bravely brought for the Princess’ cause without asking for compensation,” The hologram of the hotel shifted to the side to a territorial map of the Pride Ring, a particular land beside Carmilla’s current domain blinked, “You will be rewarded with an additional land. What do you want it to be for? Name it.”

Carmilla bowed her head as she requested, “If you’ll allow it…” At your silence and smile, she continued, “If I can have a research lab with a testing ground, and another storage unit.”

Your smile widened as your head tilted to the side, “Consider it done.”

Your knuckles knocked on the table. The hologram of that particular domain enlarged and two buildings formed on that land with streets and roads to connect it with Carmilla’s owning domains. Not even a second later, the building shook like an earthquake. Though on the outside, it was merely shaping into what the hologram projected

Things like these were not hard to do, at least, if they were you. You do things like these to reshape Hell into what the human population done in their advancement, that’s how the Pride Ring has been since human souls that are marked to go to Hell was the only Ring they are stay or go to. You do what you could to make the Ring more fitting for them

However, as none realized it was your doing, most would believe Hell’s landscape changes as natural as breathing. Something similar to the ‘mother nature’ concept. It’s enough to give you a good laugh, so you leave it be

Your souls were quick to realize the power they were dealing with. A being capable of shaping Hell without effort and mere thought, it was terrifying yet applaudable. Who would think they have such power? Not even Lucifer can do something of this level 

Just think. What if you were to fight for real with your powers? Right now, you have been behind the scenes lurking. You have your Overlords to reign over certain domains and groups of demons. But what if you were to go to war?

Those under you were aware that you were powerful, yet they can’t measure how much so. They aim to please you not merely for the possibility of being rewarded, but to maintain what freedom you’ve given them and your favour

While they don’t outspokenly discuss it, they are aware of their standing within your Elites

“Next, Rosie.” You turned to the other side.

“Yes, Darling Liege?” Rosie smiled back with a wave, enjoying her cup.

“You’re very brave and noble to allow your Cannibals to go to war against the angels without worrying over the lack of training, you’re not even aware that there’d be angelic weapons provided for them to fight with.” You retold to everyone else of Rosie’s feat, “Very commendable.”

Rosie chuckled, covering her mouth with a shy schoolgirl with their crush, “Aww, you’re giving me too much credit. I didn’t even join the battle!”

You nodded in understanding, “Yes, I’m aware, so in addition to your town expansion, I’ll be paying a visit to Cannibal Town in the near future.” Your smile widened as you spoke, “I’ll provide your people a feast, you can bring everyone around.”

Rosie gasped with joy, unable to hold it up, she got up and came over to hug you tight. “Oh! My Liege! That’s wonderful!” She let you go while ranting on and holding onto you, “Everyone will be so excited to see you again!”

You’ve been wanting to deal with your screaming, pleading, and whining insects for some time. You only require the insects’ soul, their bodies worth nothing to you. Yet the large variety would make for a good feast for the Cannibals that oh so loved to devour the flesh of the demons like a pack of wolves

Your knuckles once again knocked on the surface of the table, Rosie’s town expanded and new buildings were built in an instant, mirroring the hologram on the table. A wave of weaker shakes came to them, though it was because Rosie’s place was farther away

Like your relationship with Carmilla’s daughters, you formed special bonds with the citizens of Cannibal Town. Though you had a good laugh when you realized they first tried to eat you out of fear from your mere unannounced presence. They were immediately immobilized and nearly wiped off the map if not for Rosie’s quick interference

It was understandable for you, since at the time, they barely had enough land to live in and it wasn’t like they were particularly strong demons. Think of a colony of ants, they were only the workers and there were no other demons apart from Rosie that they rely on for their continued survival in Hell

So when you came along with that dangerous aura around you, they had to act. Even if they die trying, at least Rosie could lead the other cannibals away. They were such interesting demons that you came back to greet them again

The quickest way to a cannibal’s heart was food and you had more than enough. Adding to the fact that you gave them homes to live in and a town as their own territory, you were more than reverended by Rosie’s people

“Last.” Your head turned over to Alastor, everyone looked over in suit. “Alastor, My Bloody Doe.”

“My Liege.” Alastor stepped forward and kneeled down to your side, staying below your eye level so you weren’t looking up at him. “And Saviour.”

“Not only have you been helping the Princess with her passion project, but you also battled against Adam, the first man and the extermination’s leader, bravely. For that, let’s fix something precious of yours.” You opened your hand for him to place his broken microphone crane in. 

Alastor presented the two pieces to you and you took it near where it was cut in half. You pushed them together and sparks flew, in a blink of an eye, the crane was as good as new. The eye in the microphone opened and looked around. “Finally! I’m back!”

“Fixed and I added a bit of life to it.” You passed Alastor his reward, “You’ll find that it’ll be near impossible to break it now. Even if it’s broken, it will amend itself to be even stronger.”

Alastor bowed, his head even lower than before, “I’m undeserving of such a gift.”

“Yes, now sit down in your seat, would you?”

Everyone else watched in envy. It was no secret that Alastor was your favourite. They could tell by the title you allow him to address you by and the little nickname you have for him. They also understand why too

Alastor unknowingly cleared a number of weaker Overlords that refused to submit to you, not only removing them from your domain, but he also shared your interest in torturing those souls. Trapping them in his everlasting broadcast. He was the only one who kept the title the sinners gave him; The Radio Demon

While he didn’t start off with complete obedience and submission, his dedication and loyalty to you proved his worth later on. While others waited for your order in fear of appearing arrogant, he seized the opportunity to impress. It was after Alastor’s actions did the others became more active

Without a doubt, Alastor was the quickest you took a liking to. The quickest to gain an interest in and the quickest to raise up your favourability chart

When he disappeared for that long, as did your presence, the other Overlords wondered if there was something amiss. So they silently waited for Alastor to return to get in touch with you once more. As they waited, they got sloppy

A loud slam on the table made everyone turn their heads to the source. Vox, with a shaking fist, was standing up with a scowl on his screen, “Oh for f**k’s sake! He didn’t even win! He lost and retreated! He was a complete showoff and ignorant of his powers! He doesn’t deserve the Master’s praise and reward!”

Zeezi scoffed, folding her arms over her chest, “Like you’ve done f**k!”

Vox growled, turning to the giant Overlord, “You’re in the same boat!”

Zeezi smirked back, “Yeah, but unlike you f**k**, I’m fine with My Sovereign’s decision.” She gasped sarcastically, “Wait! You interrupted!”

“T wouldst doth thee both valorous if ‘t be true thee quiet down. (It would do you both good if you quiet down.)” Zestial warned the two before Vox could continue to embarrass himself.

Velvette got up as well, “You know when to talk when it suits you, don’t you, fossil?!”

Carmilla glared, “It was a word of advice!”

“Please! Like you’re any better.” Valentino taunted back with a grin, “You’re nothing without your little weapons.”

Rosie chuckled condescendingly, “Oh, dear, you’re one to talk. You can’t do much!”

Electricity sparked, Vox’s eye twitched, “You all shut the f**k up! You’re all ganging up on us just because you got numbers now!”

Velvette laughed along, “I bet you’re all a bunch of pussy cats! Can’t fight without guaranteed success.”

Valentino added, “I bet my soul I can take you all on and knock you down a few pegs.”

Crack!

Note: And that's when Velvette knew... she [redacted] Hahahhahaha! This meeting is getting way too long I feel. But it's gonna end somewhere in the next part. Lucifer's gonna appear~ Any theories? Before that, how you think of this part???

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Hi, can I request a platonic Rosie(or several overlords if that’s okay) with a Female reader who’s a teenager overlord who accidentally became an overlord?

The Overlord of Disasters

Fem teenage reader x platonic Rosie (and other overlords)

This got way too long so I tried to shorten it, hope you still enjoy it.

Word count: 2886

Note: I actually am working on a young adult/teenager oc that has the powers to become an overlord, so the fact that this is my first request is very funny. When I've finished her design, I'll write about her. But for now, here is the story of Y/n the overlord of disasters.

Y\n had to admit that she wasn't the nicest person but she never expected to end up in hell. HELL, like yess she was a bit of a troubled teen... she was a petty thief, yess, but some of her peers were much worse. Besides, she was only fifteen when she died. She never had the chance to do better. That should've given her at least some leeway? Right?? RIGHT???

But no, she ended up in hell.

When Y/n first arrived, she roamed the dangerous streets looking for shelter. Her face and slim goat-like stature was hidden by a torn cloak. She tried to be inconspicuous, discreet, low-key but she overlooked one thing... Our Y/n was ridiculously clumsy. So when she tripped over her own foot, her arm bumped into the light pole causing it to fall over onto a postal van. That in turn caused all the letters to fly out on the street. Some of the papers got carried up by the wind, eventually getting stuck onto the cord of a power pylon. Then there was fire, which spread onto a building...

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, including a set of hollow eye socket. It didn't take long for the demons that lived in the now burning building to storm her.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" One incredibly tall shark demon took the lead. "I'm going to rip fucking longs out of your chest and feed it to those CANIBAL FREAKS!!!"

At first Rosie didn't want to intervene. It really wasn't her style to get involved into random street fights, even though she found Y/n's disastrous display hilarious. But now that the loan shark insulted her people, she felt it was her duty to step in.

"Gentlemen, whatever might be the problem?" Rosie stepped in between you and the threatening hoard and flashed her sharp teeth to them. "You aren't bullying this poor newcomer, right?"

"Uhm, n-no miss, uhm Rosie. We're sorry." Before Rosie could open her mouth again, they ran back into the still burning building.

The overlord then turned to you. "Now darling, I take it you don't have a place to stay?"

Y/n shook her head.

"Then you can stay with me. I'm quite the powerful demon."

From that day on Y/n stayed with Rosie. During the years of living together, the two grew quite close. The overlord took over a motherly role for the teen. Everyone in cannibal town loved the unofficially adopted daughter of Rosie, they were even willing to put up with Y/n's clumsy nature.

Rosie truly loved her and when Y/n accidentally called her mom while helping out in the store, she was the happiest demoness in all of hell.

From that day on Rosie introduced Y/n as her daughter to anyone and everyone, even some of her fellow overlords.

Alastor and Y/n had met many times and often had tea together. The man often joked about how it's never boring with her. She had also met Zestial and Camilla a few times, but she wasn't as close with them as Alastor and Rosie.

One day Y/n had to make a trip to the Doomsday district. Rosie had, reluctingly, sent you to deliver a dress to a customer. She was all alone, her hand rested on the angelic steel knife on her belt. Rosie had given it to her so she could protect herself, just in case. Most people knew you were close to several overlords but you could never be more careful, especially Y/n.

Y/n was repeating her 'safety protocol' in her head.

Stay away from the walls

stay away from the poles

stay away from the demons

Stay away from the fire

Look where you step

Hold th-

She walked into something and fall back on her but. Looking up was a demon she recognized... An overlord, he was in charge of the Doomsday district.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!!" This situation seemed awfully familiar.

Y/n clenched her shirt. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to."

"I DON'T CARE!!!"

The demon was menacingly towering over her. She crawled back and pulled herself up. Seeing as this wasn't going to be resolved with a pleasant conversation over tea, Y/n pulled out her knife. Her arms were shaking and the knife felt heavy in her hands.

"What do you think that toothpick is going to do?" He stepped forward and you stepped back. On and on until she hit the wall... OH no... she hit the wall...

Her elbow hit the random waterpipe on the side of the building and broke it. Water spewed out right into the overlord's face. The demon fell back. The water had landed on the street, causing a car to slip and running over the overlord and crashing into the wall. This in turn caused the satellite aerial to fall down and slightly bumped your back. The knife shot out of your hand right into overlord. The aerial send out a weird frequency.

"Spare me... Please..." The overlord gasped out.

Y/n was still shaken up. "What?... Uhm I don't plan on killing you." her voice sounded unsure, which the overlord took way different than you meant.

"Please!" He wailed. "I'm begging you... You can have all my souls, just please."

"I don't uhm..."

"PLEASE!!! TAKE THEM!!!"

"... Sure...??" She said very confused. "I'll take them." The two shook hands and immediately, Y/n could feel the pure power flowing through her veins. "Alright... Bye now?" As she stepped away a shadow covered the overlord. Before Y/n could look up a piano hit the demon, pushing the knife deeper in effectively killing him.

What the fuck just happened?

Everything was quiet. All eyes were on her, again... As always, only this time, she doubted she would be saved this time. She was prepared to be killed again... Only nobody did anything, no demons threatening to kill her, no stray bullets that got way to close to her head, not even another butterfly effect disaster... The demons around just stared.

One small demon with black eyes walked up to you... "What are you going to do to us?"

"What...?"

"What are you going to do to us?" He repeated. "You are the new overlord of the Doomsday district, you own our souls."

"I... I don't." She awkwardly grabbed at her sleeves. "I'm not an overlord."

"Yes, you are. You defeated the previous overlord of doom, took over his souls and territory, you became an overlord." Y/n stayed silent at this. "How about we talk in private?" He took her into a smaller building nearby, away from all prying eyes. "Let's start over. I'm Piper. You own my soul." The small demon introduced himself.

"Uhm... Y/n, and I'm no overlord. Overlords are like scary, like WHA!" She made grabby gestures with her hands. "And BOE! I'm anything but that."

Piper looked at her like she had just grown another head. "How about this? I'll keep your territory in control while you think this over a bit? And in turn, you'll keep me in high up in the social latter here."

Her mouth was dry. "... Deal..?" She was so confused.

From that day on Piper took care of the Doomsday district for her. Y/n never went to Rosie about this. She always wanted to keep her daughter safe and would be so mad to find out she got into trouble again... At least that's what Y/n convinced herself.

Even though Piper took care of most of the problems in the Doomsday district, word got around of the new overlord of disasters; a terrifying force of nature that shouldn't be reckoned with. So of course there were demons that wanted to challenge her. Every other day y/n needed to sneak out of Cannibal town to 'fight' these challengers. See 'fight' as in accidentally defeating them.

Y/n was filing her bag with a cloak and a mask she picked up to hide her identity when a knock came from her door.

"Y/n darling! It's me and Alastor." Rosie opened the door and summoned a table. "Please sit down, we want to talk to you."

She sat down in the Victorian style chair, but not before stumbling a bit.

"Little lamb, your mother is worried about you." Alastor broke the silence.

"Deary, you've been sneaking out a lot and staying away for longer and longer and when you come home you're exhausted-" Rosie took a deep breath "- what I'm trying to say is that you can talk to me if something's wrong... You know that right?" Her cheeks were droopy, a frown plastered on her porcelain face, it made Y/n's stomach turn.

"I'm fine, mom. There is no need to worry about me." She lied.

Alastor's eyebrows down, almost like he wanted to frown, but he still had that giant smile on his face. "Are you sure? If somebody is bothering you, we don't mind serving them for tonight's dinner. Hahaha." He joked, underneath, however, he was nervous. The Radio demon had grown quite fond of her and, knowing how clumsy she could be, he couldn't help but worry.

"No, one is bothering me... Thank you for offering though." At this point, Y/n had grown used to the cannibalistic tendencies of the people around her and so shrugged Alastor's joke off.

Rosie had a bad feeling about this. "Can you at least tell us where you've been sneaking of to?"

Shit

Y/n didn't have excuse for this. "J-just some friends... I.. I didn't want them to be scared off, so I didn't tell them about you. I'm sorry mom." Tears filled her eyes, she didn't want to lie to her. Rosie had done so much for her... She was planning on giving this whole being an overlord up anyway, there was no reason for Y/n to tell the truth now. It'll be like it never happened and then she can go back to her normal life with her mom.

Rosie stared into her cup. "Alright deary, but please make sure to be careful. Genuine friends are rare in hell."

"Thanks mom." Y/n stood up again and left the imperium, through the front door this time.

Alastor squinted his eyes, following your silhouette. Something was wrong, you were lying. He could feel it... But this was Rosie's responsibility, so he should leave it up to her. "She is lying."

"I know but if she isn't ready to talk about it, then I'll wait."

"On a different note, did you hear that the Doomsday district has a new overlord." Alastor took a sip from his 'Oh, Deer' mug. "They've been defeating demon after demon. I've been meaning to meet them for my radio show, would you like to come with me?"

Y/n was walking down the street to the Doomsday district. I should've just told Rosie the truth. She thought. But she had panicked and lied, only making it harder for herself.

Stepping into the same, small building where Piper first dragged her off too, Y/n put on her overlord disguise.

"You didn't break anything, right?" Piper asked, dressed in a brand-new suit. "I don't want to fix the sewerage again."

"It went fine!" She put up her thumb, before knocking over a chair that landed on a vase, breaking it in two thousant pieces. "Sorry."

Y/n and Piper walked around the district for a while, more so to let the demons know that the overlord of disaster was still around and that they were close with Piper. She caused chain reactions all around her, letting people know she got her title for a reason... Not her fault the denizens of hell took it the wrong way.

The two were rounding the corner when a familiar set came into view... What were Rosie and Alastor doing here? Y/n's panic only grew once she realised Alastar was trying to get her attention. Did they recognize her? What was happening?

As the two overlords came closer and closer, Y/n ducked into an alleyway and seemingly disappeared~

The dumpster wasn't Y/n's first choice of hiding place but it was the only one she had.

Piper was left alone on the burning streets with two dangerous overlords heading straight for him.

"Where did she go?" The woman, who Piper recognized to be the cannibal overlord, asked. "I swore she was just here."

"And what relation do you have with this new overlord, my incredibly short fellow." The second man Piper knew all too well. The terrifying Radio demon. "I was hoping to speak to her."

"Ah, I- I'm incredibly sorry... B-but the disaster overlord doesn't like dealing with overlord stuff, so she makes me represent." Piper sputtered.

"I see, but you see I want to speak to the REAL overlord. Not some pathetic representative." Dials appeared in Alastor's eyes and strange symbols started floating around. "GOT THAT."

"YES!"

"Lovely, then you can set up an audience for me. How does Friday sound?"

"Perfect, Friday at 5 p.m."

"Great, I can't wait to meet her." The two overlords went on their merry way again through the streets of Doomsday district.

Friday came around and nothing. Alastor had waited for twenty minutes, yet there was no sight of the disaster demon or her little pet. This was rich, never before was the overlord stood up like this. Who would dare to waste his time?! Alastor's stature as well as his antlers grew. That day there was a very horrifying broadcast and Y/n was at home with Rosie. She had to admit she almost peed her pants when Alastor openly threatened her on the radio broadcast...

There was no way she could come clean now. From that day on, you didn't show your overlord self once. Always letting Piper deal with everything.

That was until he came running to you, a letter in hand. It was an invitation to an overlord meeting, one she wouldn't be allowed to send Piper to. At first she didn't want to go, but Piper thought that would be a surefire way to piss off even more overlords. She had to go.

That's how she ended up, dressed in her cloak and mask, in front of an office building in Carmilla's circle of the pentagram. Stepping into the building the place was quiet, no one was around... Was this a trap? Y/n continued on the conference room, although more cautious. Room 666.

Everyone was already there. Were you supposed to come early?

"Disaster demon, glad you could join us." Carmilla spoke first. "We weren't sure you would show up anymore."

Y/n kind of shrugged trying her best to hide her voice.

"How rude, this new generation of overlords ought to know their place. Don't you think so Zestial?" Alastor commented half-jokingly.

"Yes, I must agree." The oldest overlord answered.

You wobbly sat down in your seat, but in doing so breaking the seat. A metal leg shot out to Vox, who protected himself. It ricocheted to the chandelier, which luckily kept hanging. Unluckily though, one of the more heavy ornaments fell down onto the table. It broke in two.

With each sound and broken item, Y/n hugged herself more and more until she resembled more of an hedgehog than a goat. She felt incredibly awkward, tears came out of her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I'M SORRY!!!! YOU ALMOST BROKE MY SCREEN AND DESTROYED THE CONFERENCE ROOM AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS SORRY?!!!" Vox screamed, he was about to launch over the broken table but Alastor stopped him.

"Not a step closer my pal." Alastar's horns grew, showing that he was serious in protecting the newest overlord.

"There is only one demon in the entire universe who could create such a mess." Rosie spoke to herself. "Y/n is that you?" Rosie almost couldn't keep herself from smirking when she removed her mask.

"Yes... I-"

"Alright, everyone out this meeting is over!" Carmilla said. The demons left but only with some push. "Not you three."

They were all looking at you, Carmilla, Zestial, Alastor and Rosie, waiting for an explanation.

"Be- Before you get mad at me, this was an accident."

"I'm not mad about my conference room, now explain." Carmilla's eyes stayed focused on her, like lion waiting for its prey.

"I don't just mean the conference room, this was an accident." Y/n points to herself. "I didn't mean to become an overlord. It just kind of happened and I thought you would be mad at me and then I dug myself into a deeper hole, and now I'm here dressed like this embarrasing myself in front of everyone." The tears that had been slowly building up, started flowing.

"Oh deary." Rosie stood up and gave you a big hug. "I could never be mad at you. I just wish you would've told me. We can work this out together, besides this means you have the power to protect yourself. You don't know how worried I was if you would ever find yourself in a sticky situation alone."

"Thanks mom." Y/n hugged her back.

"If I may interrupted your lovely bonding time, but how exactly did you 'accidentally' defeat the previous overlord?" Alastor asked.

"Oh, I didn't defeat him." She explained. "He got runover by a car, then he decided to give me all his souls and a piano dropped on him."

"Excuse me?"

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Now I want to talk about Charlie cause good GOD. I never cared much for her in the pilot, I’ll admit that. I always called her boring compared to the other characters because of how developed they were compared to her. However the show takes everything that the pilot build up for her and just made her 10x worse to the point where she’s INSUFFERABLE to watch.

When I got to the very end of the season, I realized that she barley did anything progressive or had an impact on any character, at least what we’ve seen on screen. I understand this was the first season, but what exactly was her arc and what exactly did she do? Nothing. Throughout the season she wasn’t a leader, the most she did was help Sir pen with lessons and have that fight at the heaven trial. In the end they try to act like she overcame some arc about learning to lead and take charge but…she didn’t really. She was helped constantly by people around her, mainly Vaggie/Alastor/Rosie and she never really did anything on her own that was enough to signify her independence as the MAIN character or even the princess of hell. I love how she needed to be TOLD that her girlfriend cared for her…like wow. Vaggie also states that she’s “done so much and touched so many souls”- and all I could think about is how I actually wish we saw that on screen. Husk said she “wants to fix everyone’s problems but her own” and I never got that vibe out of her??? If she was more like Luz from the Owl house where we constantly saw her avoid her own emotions and problems and focus more on helping other people, then it would make sense but guess what, we don’t see any of that because the show is so disinterested in ACTUALLY focusing on Charlie shining at the front and helping people. They scrapped the main premise of her wanting to help sinners and instead used up all the time they had to introduce new characters. It’s all tell and no show as expected.

She’s painted as someone who’s desperate to save her people but when she’s not the focus and actually helping someone, she’s a whiny frustrating crybaby who needs to be coddled or steered in the right direction, and it’s SO hard to watch how her character is treated like a child who can’t do anything. This character has existed for 200+ years canonically but she isn’t written like that. She’s dumb. The fact that she’s such a doormat that she can’t even realize Angel is being abused by Val or even DO ANYTHING about it is fucking baffling, she’s THAT useless. There were so many moments in the show where she could have used her authority or powers to save trouble, but she just doesn’t do it because she’s useless, and I’m tired of people trying to say she’s a pacifist to excuse the shitty writing. She’s also basically Viv’s self insert in a way, an unfunny woman child who’s a hypocrite. Like Charlie is the equivalent of dry white chicken. There’s no seasoning or flavor to her character, she’s SO bland and boring that Lucifer and Alastor end up being more important than her and having more screen time, she’s ATTACHED to them and it really shows, rather than her being at the front. And I know we’re on season 1, but you’d think that Charlie’s childishness would actually be a character flaw and something she needs to overcome and grow up about. But this isn’t really seen as an issue and more of a quirky thing cause Viv thinks being a woman child is funny, the “fuck you you old bitch” scene made me cringe so god damn hard. Everyone has already said it, but Charlie cursing so so forced and unnatural for her character. I don’t like how she’s supposed to be a cinnamon roll but then at the same time swears and acts feral at times. It doesn’t fit.

During the fight scene in the end, she also does absolutely nothing. She made a whole deal about how she wants to defend her people and get back at the angel’s, but aside from throwing Adam and hitting him once, she needed to be protected or saved, Lucifer ended up actually doing the work and it was so hilarious. Speaking of that, Charlie’s daddy issues arc was also rushed, her and Lucifer reuniting and then making up within the same episode was a mistake. Then you realize that her daddy issues was mainly all Charlie had to her in terms of depth and what was explored in the show. I’m so tired of Viv giving her characters daddy issues, it’s getting old lol. But regardless of what Charlie has to her, in general the show just doesn’t focus on her. She’s not the main focal point of the show when she should be. SHE’S the one who wants to redeem sinners, the hotel was her idea. Even tho the pilot was a mess I still felt like she was determined to take the lead due to her beliefs. And yet she still feels like a side/background character who only occasionally gets focus here and there but certainly not compared to the others. The potential is there but due to the favoritism of the writing she’s such an empty and boring character and stayed like that till the very end.

[phoenixlionme]

Hazbin Hotel S2 Theory: Vaggie's Loyalty Being Questioned

I think I figured out more of why I always found the Chaggie fight so hard to watch. It wasn't just because of Charlie's cold anger at Vaggie or how she questioned her loyal girlfriend's loyalty, the latter which visibly shocks and hurts the latter. And I also found another reason: Vaggie did not tell her side, at least onscreen, and of right now we don't know if the couple actually had an actual conversation about Vaggie's secrecy. Now, admittedly the crew had only 8 episode to work and did the best they could but hopefully season 2 will have more episodes. And I want it to come back to this for a number of reasons.

Now, besides being a glutton for the emotional pain of fictional characters, I also have legit reasons. First, Vaggie's arc hasn't even begun; and I think the writers did that to further her development in S2 but planted the seeds in the first, namely how Vaggie is emotionally closed off from other, even to Charlie to some extent and we don't see her go through any growth yet. Second, I personally don't believe that Charlie is fully over this - I mean, yes, she did talk her feelings through with Rosie but, again, we don't see her and Vaggie have a full-on convo, and I think Charlie may still be hurt over it. And, lastly, as I mentioned in the previous paragraph, we don't hear from Vaggie's side - Judging from her body language, Vaggie is ashamed over her prior lie and Charlie had every right to be upset by it but as mentioned in this post from an AU (long story), I do think Vaggie should (and hopefully will) have had a moment to explain why she did what she did. Heck, her reason might be more tragic than what Rosie hypothesize - Not just out of shame but also out of have a strong self-hatred for herself that even Husk (who accurately pointed out Vaggie's self loathing) didn't fully comprehend.

And the question is, "How will this be brought up?" Simple, Alastor's allegiance. To explain, it's made clear that whatever "harmless favor" Alastor has planned, it might be harmless physically but not emotionally. Now, before I get ahead of myself, I'll give my prediction for S2:

Sir Pentious' ascension will be known early on. And while rejoicing over him being alive with everyone else, Charlie will also develop a more reckless drive to redeem Sinners now that she has proof. However, her recklessness will cause her to lean on Alastor's surface level trust, (possibly) the Vees or just Vox, and not listening to Vaggie's legitimate concerns.

Vaggie's suspicions of Alastor will come up again. Maybe Husk warns her to not trust him or maybe she sees Alastor in a VERY untrustworthy light but since she has no proof, she'll probably keep to herself until she has something concrete

Following from this theory, Vaggie will develop a closer bond with Carmilla. Maybe in exchange for the huge weapon supply, Vaggie didn't make a magic binding deal but a verbal promise to assist Carmilla that would equal the number of weapons she gave. I mean, we didn't see their entire convo, or maybe Carmilla will do this in S2. Either way, Vaggie will grow closer to Carmilla; in contrast, Charlie might be wary of Carmilla given how the latter knew of a way to defeat Exorcists but shared nothing. And I think the Overlords might be oppose to ascension or not want to help the Princess despite the proof. While Vaggie might not agree with Carmilla's stance perhaps Carmilla would bring up a good point - why would they go to a place that killed them without remorse yearly and still think lowly of them? And it'll strike a chord with Vaggie. Going back to Charlie, she'll feel hurt that Vaggie is agreeing with someone who against their dream, even though Vaggie is simply acknowledging the Overlord has a good point. But an emotional Charlie (with possible emotional manipulation from Alastor) will see it as Vaggie siding with someone else and it'll cause friction. Not to mention, since Vaggie is helping Carmilla when she's not at the Hotel, this will cause Charlie to feel neglected by her girlfriend/partner.

On Vaggie's side, besides growing in herself without it being tied to Charlie or the Hotel, she'll also voice her concern of trusting Alastor. Pointedly reminding Charlie that Alastor ONLY helped her when she was at her most desperate and has constantly mocked her dream while doing VERY little to actually help in the past.

The couple get into an argument over this: Vaggie upset with Charlie not listening to her and only listening to Alastor because the latter tells her the things she wants to hear even though he's not being actually helpful; on the other hand, Charlie is angry that Vaggie is SEEMINGLY not on her side and is siding with someone she's barely known (at this moment, Charlie is being unknowingly hypocritical).

Then the big hit that causes a major damage in their relationship - An angered Charlie coldly states something along the lines of, "Maybe the reason I'm trusting Alastor is because unlike a certain someone he's never lied to me. Maybe he's been helping me throughout the whole 'we finally have proof that Sinners can be redeemed' and NOT helping those against it. I mean, fuck, Vaggie, you're supposed to be on MY side. Why are you trying to ruin this?"

And the room goes quiet. If there's anyone present, they are stunned silent. No background music. And Vaggie is left speechless and Charlie quickly realizes her mistake and tries to apologize. In a move that shows how hurt she was at Charlie's words, Vaggie rebuffs Charlie's attempt to apologize and leaves.

I know it may sound like I'm making Charlie more gullible and meaner to Vaggie but I think it is possible. We don't know Charlie's full opinion of Carmilla is; hell, for all we know, Charlie may harbor some distrust given the Overlord's huge secret that could've helped the Hotel. Plus, I think Charlie feeling ignored by Vaggie could work if written properly. I don't know I just think it's possible and I DON'T want them to break-up but have a conflict and grow from it.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Okay but imagine mimzy joining the hotel as a resident.

Not because she believes in redemption, but a complex interplay between, needing to hide out from a high tier person she pissed off, knowing Al is too annoyed with her to just handle it like ususal after last time, and knowing that goody two-shoes Princess Charlie won't throw her out... so therefore Al won't either.

Husk would be furious, and one can only imagine how Al would feel.

I don't think he owns her soul, but we don't have a lot of information on that front. So he can't order her to leave... but if he did, and Charlie found out, it would jeopardise his standing at the hotel. Which had been shaky since the rebuilding, what with his injury limiting his already curtailed powers.

Charlie tries to be So Kind and Helpful and engage Mimzy in redemption activities. And maybe she does one, but Mimzy has Loud OpinionsTM the whole time which is fine. Charlie is counting to ten in her head. Because we don't yell at guests! :)

Vaggie had gone to Alastor after day two to tell him to covertly get her out of the hotel.

He replies, actually looking somewhat chagrined behind that smile, that he would if he could. But they both know Charlotte would be upset and work out why she'd gone... even if she was infuriating.

Angel was originally loving it. Mimzy does NOT know when to shut the fuck up about secrets she knows. And normally he likes that kind of person, it used to help him keep tabs on all sorts of people for Val before he was reduced to just an expensive hole on screen... and boy, wasn't that a depressing line of thought!

But after a bit, you get the feeling that harmless fun stories start to tip into deeply personal shit no one (especially not current or former overlords who had a lot of enemies that might take advantage of drunken story time to find a good place to stab the men in the back) deserved to have shared without their consent.

He knew more about Husk, and Alastor, and even that Rosie lady, than he could ever have dreamed... and it frightened him. Val could theoretically ask the right questions at the studio... and then everything would be forced out.

Angel had noted the tension in his hunky bartender and cervine hotelier recently, this broad was like a haemorrhaging wound full of secrets. She didn't care that her actions hurt people, or put targets on the backs of people she considered friends... the most dangerous kind of person. It was all justified in her head, because it turned out okay (for her) in the end.

He and Cherri had known a few, but none had her level of skill. So Angel knew how to handle a bird like her, just get her a bit tipsy and head her off to a more secluded table so her stories were just for him and sometimes Niffty. Not the other residents. At least two of which he assumed were under Vox... specially the slimy guy.

Sure, it's fun to know about the first time Mimzy met Alastor and how they'd dismembered a guy for aggressively flirting with both of them. Angel can admit he's still human enough somewhere in this body to lose it laughing each time Mimzy recalled how it'd taken Al three days to work out he had also been a target of affections. He'd thought the man was just naturally vulgar and handsy...

Because yeah, that tracked.

And perhaps the overlord wouldn't kill him for knowing that, 'cause at least it seemed Husk and Al were aware of his efforts to manage Mimzy and her MouthTM. Keep her from the others and do damage control when he wasn't at the studio. And sure, she also had interesting stories of her days as a sex worker, and an owner of her own brothel-slash dance club... turns out she had something similar down here, and no one disrespected her staff.

Watching something shorter than Lucifer manifest a bazooka from between those bazongas, especially a weapon longer than she was tall, had been quite An Experience. She thought his ability to manifest extra tommy-gun wielding arms was just as neat, so there was some genuine bonding there, to a degree.

But it was the other stuff, like... like how he now had to live with the knowledge that Husk had been so depressed he'd drunk himself into a stupour for the last years of his life. Or that Alastor had been so little when his mother was murdered, and then his father went 'missing' in a way that made Mimzy grin darkly and lick her teeth. No doubting where she got the cannibal sheen from.

Or that Husk's power had been torn down through outside influences, and left him... this. Or that Mimzy had managed to get both the men to play dress up for her dancers on at least one drunken occasion. And like, yeah, filing that away for later, but also it was the sorta thing a friend holds onto for their own memories.

He knew Husk purred when he was happy, and Alastor had a tail he hid because it was too cute for his image. Mimzy didn't skimp on details about when she'd spent time with the pair of them... or when they'd all done gods know what in a bloodsoaked cabin in a bayou somewhere when bloodlust overcame normal barriers and curiosity reigned. It was sorta hard to imagine... but Angel couldn't help but worry about how he'd feel if Cherri was out there spouting off about them experimenting to just anyone.

Like, Angel could do ladies, for the screen and double-pay when Val was pushing for more money. Had to learn that somewhere, right? Cherri was damn good at it, and she had no expectations, just laughed and made it easy for 'em both. Angel was good with body language and all, could usually work out what made people tick and that's why he was Good at what he did. But having a verbal guide, and someone who wouldn't judge if you mucked up, helped no end.

Val had at least been pleased when the films came out and got enough notoriety with a new demographic Angel hadn't been able to touch yet (heh). Not enough to keep forcing him to do that ongoing, but enough that if they wanted a curveball he'd be the pizza delivery guy getitng an enthusiastic tip from a hot straight couple on occasion to bounce the ratings.

Not to mention, some of his coworkers didn't fall under the female category, but had different requirements to usual, and now he knew how to make that work real well. So it'd worked out okay in the end. Those films were far more fun to make as well, now he didn't feel like he was fumbling. But the point was... that was his and Cherri's business.

And, Angel did feel like some of what Mimzy said shouldn't be aired. He got the whole... 'ace of some kind', vibe from Al, and Mimzy often liked to joke about teaching him things. That's not cool to go sharing around... Everyone starts from 0, you know?

Some people stay there their whole existences, and that was fine with Angel too. Same way he wasn't much for rockclimbing, and someone out there would rather die than go a day without it... to each their own. Good for them.

S'why he often diverted guests who were flirting with the overlord, the few brave enough that is, before the deer worked out what they were doing and ate them in the least sexy way possible. Although, based on that last scented-candle-dolphin looking sinner, Angel would bet twenty bucks they were into that shit and were hoping to provoke some kinda vore experience...

Either way, Mimzy was a wild fuckin' ride of a woman. She often switched between tales of insane hijinks (hiding bodies, stealing cars, fucking with the racist cops and causing general mayhem) to hard topics from life like struggling to make rent, her dancers coming home bruised and sobbing, the way their clients were mysteriously found devoured by alligators who often came when called by name but the pigs don't need t'know that you got me?

That Alastor had at least two pet alligators as a child who helped immensely with clean up and their names were hard to pronounce but the fuckers didn't like Mimzy much unless she approached meat-first. That line made Angel choke on his drink and she'd rolled her liquid black eyes fondly. Stating that she's still not sure why they hated her on sight but she bit one once when it smacked her with its tail... so perhaps that had something to do with it.

Before jerking the conversation to increasingly-wild tales of her nights dancing with first Al and then Husk in speakeasies when life was easy. Dropping into maudlin territory when she mentioned the confusion of her boys being sent off for the damned war so young and then coming back slightly different. Still fucked up like all of 'em... but changed. They told her some, but not everything, and suppressed whatever stressed them out at night with alcohol and chaos.

Growing nostalgic at her memories of Al's ma, and how she would be so kind to even weird white girls who pestered her son endlessly, despite the social stigma of the time. Mentioning that Ma used to make the nicest food, and always had something available at all time of day for the hungry child or jumpscare of a husband, who could arrive at any time. Mimzy actually whispered that she stopped eating there after a bit, unless she brought something to share, when she realised that they didn't have much and were including her n their planned meals.

Small ttowns, small incomes. And anyone who dared to be less than exemplary members of town, much less non-white, tended to get less than the minimum wage... because who was going to force the hands of employers to be fair? Who cared? Nobody, really.

Angel was particularly enthralled by the tales of frenetic murder. The way Mimzy spoke about helping Al hide the hacked apart body of his father, as the named allgators fought over the severed slop like he'd dumped an ocean of treats out for them.

Mentioning the way she learned to reset bones and bind wounds so well, 'cause of the brute... the time he'd even swung at her because as a white man, he felt he could even discipline another person's child. It wasn't unacceptable in those days, of course but...

Then dancing off into a tale of when she was fucking two guys in their crappy creaking car to distract from the fact Husk was rifling through their office files for dirt to leak to the local newspapers about the corrupt politician they served. As Al arranged for at least one of the men to end up in the freezer after she was done; they cost of meat was high, these days, and he'd roughed up Birdie one of the smaller dancers. He'd tried to do worse but Husk'd ejected the man out a window. Mimzy had gone to him and his pal under the guise of 'making amends' as if they'd been in the wrong. hah, the fools.

Least the pal was good with his tongue... she'd waggled her eyebrows at Angel, and threw a pointed wink at Husk who ignored her like his life depended on it. It was then Mimzy dropped the bombshell that while she'd suggested the plan of course, Husk or Al could've managed either role if they'd needed to. (And that little statement made Angel's brain buffer for a good few minutes, and the world went fuzzy as he waited for blood to return to the brain).

On some evenings, she fell into conversation about the mundanity of causing social chaos by shopping together or being seen hanging out with one another in bars, on what looks like dates, to pushing boundaries at the local parks and 'desecrating' whites only fountains... and then the full-blown argument the trio had had after spending ten minutes unsuccessfully trying to fold a fitted sheet whilst half-blitzed on ether. None of them had realised that the bottle had fallen on the floor and was pooling in the small room, until later on. It had made things interesting at least.

They'd stored that little item more securely in future.

To her memories of the prim way that Al learned to talk in french-creole from his Ma, and the loss (read 5 stages of grief) they experienced when he dropped his natural accent for the radio. That damned world english he needed to affect to be considered a faceless white radio host... because if someone found out the truth, then they would've gone a'lynching.

The stark sides of the times, black and white, and anyone or anything in the middle was somehow both more human than one side and less than the other. And how she was considered tainted for impinging on her own 'pure' heritage for being seen with first a half-breed and then a black man. The scandal of it still tickled her.

"Oh, sure," Mimzy would joke aloud flapping a hand nonchalantly. "It was the fact I had non-white 'friends' that soiled me... not the fact I was a hooker and a floozy, not the brothel or the dance clubs, not the occasional girlfriend I ruined for anyone afterwards cause I can lick the paint off a trailer hitch... not the fact I publically showed my claim on those boys so deeply anyone would be terrified to try flirting with 'em. And that's just the stuff people saw!"

She'd laugh, raucously and slurred from drink, hinting at the murder, mayhem and debauchery happening in the shadows of their day to day. How they would lure in a target with Mimzy or one of her dancers, or even Husk or Al depending on the preference, and get them alone... before taking them somewhere secluded.

Depending on the nature of their crimes, sometimes the targets would be left to wander lost until they died of exposure, othertimes they'd be mercilessly hunted through the bayou by primarily Al and sometimes the other two. Sometimes they'd be alive for days in the hidden shack. Sometimes... rarely, someone who deserved a pound of flesh would be brought with them for a quiet vengeance.

An intriguingly terribly kept secret, all the dancers knew, and they kept quiet. Mimzy sometimes murmured that she wasn't sure if Al would have even hurt them if they told... they were a small community, after all. And he, and husk and mimzy kept 'em as safe as they could for the time, the place and the nature of the work.

Angel finds himself wishing that he'd had that level of chaotic care in his life, because he might've not died to a random overdose on a grungy club's bathroom floor. Stomach and guts filled with the loads of faceless people who only saw him as a pretty face and a warm hole, not caring as he twitched his last. What if he'd been with people who would have seen him as Anthony? Who would've at least tried to get him help or held him softly when he died? Fuck, the morose thoughts that shit conjured were devastating.

He'd been a toy in life, and now in death Valentino had the rights to him. Husk'd torn down his persona so devastatingly and made him feel Seen in a terrifying way... and Al had turned down his sexual favours that first day (and ever since though those aren't really serious)... there was something about them that made him feel weirdly safe.

They would kill him sure,if he pushed them or betrayed them or put everyone in danger, but he never got the vibe that either male sinner would hurt him like Val. And THAT train of thought always fucked with his head severely... because these were/are Overlords. Worst of the crop and all.

But in another life, he could've had the security of one of Mimzy's dancers. Left him feeling all kinds'a ways.

The way she talked about it was nostalgic and fun. If insane. Couldn't have been weirder than being a closeted mafioso in the Familia, back in the day.

Alastor was the ultimate serial killer, finishing off victims and dissecting them as he would. But Mimzy recalled the joys of getting her hand in there and Husk always seemed to have a proud gleam in his eye as they spoke about this sort of stuff.

Angel admitted that he'd been more than a little fascinated, and maybe not all that altruistic when it came to listening in to Mimz and her chatter on occasion.

He knew Vaggie sometimes listened in, but grew disgusted quickly, and Charlie had eavesdropped on more than one occasion before getting overwhelmed - disgust, sorrow, the sudden realisation that none of her sinners had a singlular event of Bad Choices in life but more like a collective nightmare of trauma, pain, social pressure and decisions that brought them to Hell. That perhaps she wasn't so prepared to manage that with group hug therapy and Daily Affirmations as she thought.

Eh, she's got some backing from the medical sin, Sloth was it? Maybe they could get an actual psych up in here or something. Either way.

The real issue was stopping Lucifer from listening in to too much. That'd be like handing a molotov to an angry teen, because he and Al still hadn't really gotten over day one's big bitchfit of the musical variety. Funny as hell, but the sniping was getting more personal from Lucifer's end with just the right level of pain to actually hurt the deer.

Was the king a bit of a hot mess with mental health issues out the wazoo? Sure. Maybe he needed to hear that in a kinder way though. Not reminded of his not-great parenting by a smart-mouthed red twink with a god complex who seemed to be prodding for reasons Angel couldn't quite discern.

But Lucifer had started sniping back using some truly devastating tidbits from Mimzy's stories, and publically too. Which had been the main reason that the side wall had been replaced a total of eighteen times this month alone (not counting one incident of Cherri Bomb drunkenly panicking that the front door had been removed and they were trapped in the hotel, but she'd been fully zooted on some new stuff at the time and, well, her goal had been to save them, so...)

Angel had mentioned to Charlie that Luficer was being a bit of a dick, and gave examples that sincerely distressed her to hear, and she'd stepped in. The barbs had at least pulled back to general tanting, which saved the hotel and staff's sanity to some degree.

One just didn't live long if they made Yo Mamma jokes at the Radio Demon. Just putting it out there for future reference.

There was some truly dark shit in these stories, too. The times that Al, husk and Mimzy had been too late to get to one of the dancers... and all they could do was ensure the perpetrator was annhilated. The police had little care for some dead whore... much less the ones that might've gone spreading tales about the corrupt officer's own extra-marital affairs with them. Good riddance and all.

Sometimes the dancer had been working off-the-books, but often they thought they'd found The One for them, and it was just a cruel little lie boxed up in pretty wrapping paper. Either they wanted another worker for themselves, or someone who'd be grateful enough for the 'rescue' to capitulate to any depraved want from their 'saviour', whatever, whenever and wherever. Angel could sure fuckin' sympathise on that one.

There were times a target nearly got too far with Mimzy, hells even Al and Husk had had to play defense on a few occasions, when the others didn't arrive fast enough and someone decided Wait meant Make Me. Those... those felt too close to home too.

Husk refused to meet his eyes at those times; at first Angel thought it was outta shame, but after a coded not-talking-about-it conversation, it was more like... that Husk felt bad that he'd at lest known help was coming. But Angel never had that option with his fucking contract.

He tried to reassure Angel that there would be a way, but always fell silent.

There were takes of broken bones, black eyes, stab wounds and hooking bullets out by candlelight as the others pinned them down. It was... chaotic. Angel could feel himself there in those tales, he'd had similar experiences. The way your hands trembled as they pulled stitches through the flesh of someone you knew and cared for; hurrting them to help as they choked back a scream from the pressure.

Sitting beside someone in a strangling darkness, afraid that their stillness was more than just being knocked out; roving their chest with your eyes to check for breath, and sometimes reassuring yourself by searching for a pulse. It was... familiar. Or when it was your turn and you begged them to stop even just to say it, as someone pulled the blade out from you, hands roughly holding you down as they used burning antiseptic to try and keep you alive...

Those were the memories that fell deep into your brain and hopefully stayed there unless triggered. Memories of pain fade, of course, but sometimes things brought that mess back up. Like Mimzy's words. Husk hadn't needed to ask, just poured him a drink that he kept outta Vaggie's line of sight as he served it to Angel. They didn't make eye contact.

She'd flipped the conversation back to soemthing light-hearted, like the day a circus had come through their middle of nowhere hometown and that'd been a hoot. First time they'd seen any animals like elephants or tigers outside of posters or books, the few that had photos at least. Nearest zoo was in the larger city hours away... and who had the cash for that?

Mimzy spoke about the thngs they'd wanted to do, too. If there'd been time. Like seeing the beach... it'd always sounded so exciting in the books, and even a few of the films that had come out they could afford to see. The bayou was great and all, but... endless salty water and sunshine? It sounded like something from a fantasy.

They were going to go one day. That'd been the plan. When things were more stable... she'd drifted out of that one quietly, then flipped to an innuendo so crude Charlie (who was NOT eavesdropping) bit her fork too hard and had to spit the severed metal out.

There was a tale or two Mimzy came at a few times, but never quite finished. The first one was seemingly about finding out Al had died, and what'd happened... that was the first time Angel thought he saw the real Magnolia behind the Mimzy, the way her hands shook and that glass-sharp voice quivered... not describing exactly what she'd seen, like the words caught in her throat. But... enough to say it hadn't been clean.

The regret sat in her throat. Heavy and choking.

They'd buried what they could find, but... well. There wasn't much.

Husk and her, they'd fallen apart, then. Without the buffer of both being ticked off at Al, and equally endeared by his insane personality, they just clashed. The third voice that would redirect and frustrate and cajole and endear was gone...

Husk drifted away and found some woman in a few towns over. She thought they were happy or so Mimzy assumed 'cause there was 'at least a sprog or maybe two' as she put it. But that didn't last. And then he was dead too. She'd been talking herself into going to go drag his miserable drunken ass out of his house for months now and finally got around to mustering the nerve... only to find him Gone. That'd been a nightmare unto itself, she'd been furious with the fool for not daring to wait til tomorrow when she'd at least have closure.

And then... life continued.

The police started to come down harder on her dance studio, her brothel as people started to rile up about anti-segregation and doubled down on that bullshit all american way - the white way of living and all that bullhockey. She'd ended up alone, in the end... half her dancers jailed for indecency or other don't-tell-my-wife-or-ill-kill-you type charges, some took up with clients and their false honeyed words, and she couldn't do a thing to save them...

All those lives. The dancers, their kids, the whole system died... because the world wasn't ready for something like them. Not now. Not yet. And it turned everything sour... until the day she died. Too young for some; but much too long from her perspective, after everything.

All that was left was having chaotic fun until the ride stopped. Stealing cars, robbing the rich blind, fucking with people left and right, to feel something and to sow chaos in her wake.

They'd never forget Mimzy. And when someone recalled her, they'd never forget Al or Husk or her dancers, that was tied into the legacy after all...

At least they overturned prohibition before they ventilated her for pissing off some mobster family. She'd laugh about that, then skirt away to a funnier story or topic.

She was like a gobstopper, with things buried underneath that hard shell. Maybe one of those scary ones from Gluttony that started to reform from the core out if you left it alone for a few hours - stomach acid neutralised this, thankfully, cause Angel didn't mind using Beads on occasion but that sounded like laying an egg and he... wasn't usually up for oviposition films. They had other sinner stars for that.

Mimzy would swing into a non-sequiter so fast it felt like whiplash. Stories about her boys getting so plastered that she had to carry and/or drag them back to the backrooms of their club, and how the pair were nightmares when hungover. In different ways.

Alastor apparently decided that if he was suffering, then everyone should be, so he was always excruciatingly cheerful and loud and bright and Husk'd threatened to shoot him more than once. To which Alastor would jokingly tap his forehead and say 'I think a ventilation hole might let the demons in here out, so go ahead!' which... hadn't been funny no more, looking back on it, given how he died.

And Husk'd be this lump of misery that had to be dragged to the kitchen for greasy food to try and return himself to himself. Mimzy usually just felt furious at every miniscule sound until the headache died down with another glass of something strong.

And the stories of how life just kinda sucked back then. Pooling cash to work out groceries because between everyone, they could afford to feed them all til the next week's paychecks came through, but the dancers' wages came first, then rent and studio upkeep and attire. Drink prices could be negotiated for the right entertainment at the local speakeasy, you play an instrument and sing for a few hours, you can drink on the house to certain exceptions and all.

Then there was the... the not-talked about part. The racism, the bigotry, the intolerance of anything that wasn't white guy and white gal popping out babies (but even the idea of pregnancy was taboo for some weird ass reason and those poor birds back then ended up wearing big boxy dresses to pretend it weren't happening). Mimzy was always chuffed about the irony of the world they lived in back then.

Not to mention the whole cornflakes business, she nearly fell off her chair recalling that one. Husk'd snorted, and Angel had had a brief moment of heart-eyed haze over that...

"The what?" he'd eventually asked, slightly confused.

"Oh ya so precious, not knowin' but back in the day people got real fuckin' weird about fuckin', right? Don't need to tell you that, do I? But then you was a city boy, it was worse in the smaller places where people were so high strung it was a wonder not many went mad. But anyways, the whole sex for marriage thing was out there, and there was also the silly stipulation that even then having a good time or even a weird but okay fumble with your mr or mrs should be done only for making kids right? The priests championing that bullshit often ended up being secretly guilty of affairs or kid fiddlin' so we know why they got so heated about it." Mimzy explained, her words like an oncoming locomotive that couldn't be dodged now he'd switched the tracks.

"So's you see... even married you were supposed to control yaself. The time for fourteen kid families was over cause people weren't dying as babies and all no more, and even the post war population efforts were petering out... so they came up with the idea that bland foods equals bland thoughts. And somehow a guy made a cereal out of called cornflakes, and it became this big thing, you see, to be seen eating it. You young'uns call it virtue signalling." she snorts. "It was kind of like saying 'I could fuck but I ain't gonna 'cause I can control myself' and expecting applause. You know, I used to offer it to my dancers 'cause it was a quick meal you could buy cheap enough, and was pretty good with some milk and sugar or fruits. They loved the irony of it."

"Okay, yeah, that's funny... people were weird as shit back then. Did you know Pentious told me the Victorians, back when his ancient ass was alive, were super into sex and prudishness all at once? Was a real thing to get ya nipples pierced in those times... and seeing an ankle could give a man a life-threatening hard-on." Angel offers back, thinking fondly on the odd rants the inventor had gone on when they'd been drunk together... before the battle. Missed the snake nowadays. And not just 'cause he and Cherri had taken the guy's twin dongs for a test ride and wanted another ticket, neither.

"Right? Humans are humans all the way through. The more they push back on a topic, and make a fuss, the more I can see right through 'em. Cept the... whatchacall'ems, aces... and the archery ones... had a few dancers like that come through. Just legit didn't have interest, but didn't mind the activities involved... had some aros who were natural seductive types and could spin a romantic fantasy like you wouldn't believe. Or maybe you would, I've seen ya work, Angel. Always got top dollar for the illusion of intimacy. The rest of us, though, we're just animals that learned how to make taxes a thing and nothing got better from there." she shrugs.

Husk uncharacteristically had another tray of drinks delivered to them by Niffty. Which sparked a story about her meeting Niffty in life. It'd been brief, that first time, she was only very young... but her father had clearly been a piece of work.

Her mother didn't seem the kind of woman who'd been in the USA of her entire own volition, or perhaps the isolation of being the only person of asian descent in a world of scornful white faces was the issue, but she seemed nervous constantly. They'd seen the family come into town that first time., and the gossips were all abuzz about how such a wonderful man could choose someone... like that.

You couldn't not notice. Mimzy had been all for befriending the woman, making a point to pretend that Husk was her husband, so she understood it could be hard to be seen as just another interracial couple in these times. Her quick eyes noting the make-up too thick in some places and not enough in others. Asking questions without asking directly what was happening exactly.

Meeting the funny little girl who stayed quiet and removed the heads from her dolls as she played silently in the corner. Watching them with wide, fearful eyes as if she expected pain from every man in her vicinity. The marks of make-up present here and there, to make sure the teachers wouldn't ask questions.

You had to know to look, after all. And most people would turn away to avoid the truth of it in any case, who wants to know what happens over the picket fence? It was a family problem, we shouldn't pry!

[Those who got too loud, too nosy, tended to get lobotomised after all. Just about anything could be solved with a little brain damage!]

Keeping to yourself was all the rage!

Well, unless you're two nosy fuckers and their reluctant tag-along. They'd met little Niffty, and couldn't help but decide to intervene.

Unfortunately due to oversight little Niffty'd been huddled in a corner when they came for her father the night her mother went screaming into the street for help. Neighbours twitched their curtains closed even as the distraught woman ran past, a knife in her forearm where she'd blocked the blow that should have killed her.

Lucky thing that the trio had been heading out for 'work related puposes', huh? Lucky they were nearby to help and squirreling her with one of the sympathetic families nearby as an ambulance was called. They'd headed back to the house to deal with the culprit.

He'd died slow, in the household he'd ruled with an iron fist... but there'd been a moment of Ah, Bugger when it was discovered that the whole scenario had been seen. The police took hours to arrive, thankfully... and they only really took notice when it was discovered that the husband had mysteriously fled. 'Work stress' and 'family issues' were on the official report.

Little Niffty had been taken out of the home and brought to her mother by then. The police arriving to a home empty of life, and covered in blood. Thankfully, racism and misogyny worked for them this once... the police naturally assuming the small quiet woman couldn't have hurt her husband without a man's help. But all neighbours said she was a recluse with no friends...

Niffty never said anything, not to anyone but her dolls... and the police couldn't make sense of the statements she giggled at them. Putting it down to foreign nonsense and female hysteria and grief at the loss of her Daddy. Thankfully.

That shouldn't have worked. But it did.

Kept an eye on the kid for the next bit, or at least they sure tried. But life got in the way, then Niffty and her mum moved them to a city where things were safer. Where there were other people from their culture there, had established parts of the city even, so they had some sort of allies in this strange country.

Mimzy'd found it strange to see their little Niffty in Hell but then, when Mimzy heard what'd happened... ain't no surprise. Al had found her first, of course, she had begged him to look after her soul and he couldn't refuse.

Seems some asshole of a husband'd tried raising a hand to Niffty one too many times, and something had snapped in the lovely doll. Something about demanding clean home, clean life nonsense one too many times, and then she'd murdered him so violently it took three rounds from police to take her down.

In retrospect, Mimzy laughed, they might've given her the idea on how to dispose of unwanted baggage, unfortunately. Still, turns iut Niffty made the fucker drink bleach as he died, so perhaps if he was down in the Pit and Al hadn't found the miserable wretch yet,Niff's former husband had the sense to stay away. They'd get him eventually though.

Angel had had to leave for a shift, but that left his head reeling, finally putting together some pieces on why Niffty was like that.

Sure his body was doing all the right things during the taping of 'Hoes in the Garden: Fertilise my Crops' the newest farm-themed, dirt-inclusive film line for the Wrathian market... but his mind was busy putting things on a mental corkboard and using lots of red string.

Val had even been in a good mood for some reason, complimenting Angel on his performance, and suggesting he take the rest of the night off to rest his voice for tomorrow. Something about a cowboy themed shoot based on some imp festival where most of the competitors ended up pummelled. His role was to play the glorious prize and get railed over the largest fake pumpkin-o-lantern Angel thinks he's ever seen in his afterlife. Those sinners in the set design team needed a raise... or therapy. Maybe both.

Either way, he's a tad too tired to clock the unusual affection from Val. It hadn't even been a bad day at work, either. Just, a lot of takes from different angles, and by the time he'd done his fourth theatrical climax, a 7/10 for anyone wondering, Angel was ready for a nap.

It was later that he recognised something was up. Bit late then, though.

Back at the hotel after a shower and a 'five minute nap' that'd taken about three hours and left him muzzy, Angel had come down to find Charlie wringing her hands. Part of the lobby is SINGED, and he's pretty sure that wasn't like that when he got home... but he also didn't hear any alarms go off. So, this was a bit of a mindfuck either way.

"Look toots, it was an accident. Promise I won't try that again... just got curious, alright?" Mimzy is placating, but not apologising. It has the tone and cadence of an apology, but not the intent. Husk is glaring across the room, his wing the only thing holding Vaggie back from launching at the short sinner.

Lucifer is examining the damage to the ceiling with his wings out, and damn, Angel can't help but think about how fuckin' hot their King is when he's all... angelic. Like the opposite of Smiles, sorta... no idea how to categorise it, but they're like the opposite ends of the spectrum unless Lucifer goes all Devil.

So he'd taken to ranking hotness in the hotel on a bored day... try and sue him. Angel'd kill anyone who tried to foreclose on Fat Nuggets.

"Well, sire, is this something you can magic away with a snap or are we going to need to put effort into reinforcing the structure?" Alastor calls up to the King, manifesting without undue surprise at the chaos. "You might want to hurry on your proclamation, Niffty is near vibrating out of her skin with desire to clean the mess... and I need to know what we're telling her."

Indeed, the maid is a red and white blur in one of his hands, held just away from the body, and the impression of a darting eye is somewhere in the disturbing illusion.

"Oh, it's the layabout, come to actually get your hands dirty or just summon thralls for it?" Lucifer comments dryly, doing an unnecessary backflip to hand upside down right in Alastor's face. The sinner looks like he's debating biting it clean off.

"Hilarious, if only you put as much effort into your scathing wit as you do your daughter. Now the question remains am I releaseing Niffty or is this something you need to fix? Are any of the above floors compormised by the damage?"

The King pauses, and looks up again. "...no, they're fine, it's all superficial damage that canbe handled easy enough. I can just snap it back to how it was, you know, Niff...ty?"

The name isn't that hard to remember, but the king is clearly proud all the same. She pauses. "No, I want to, mr big bad boy!"

"Poetry." Alastor hums, and releases Niffty along with a handful of small dolls from his shadows. They take up cleaning under Niffty's directions. "We should leave them to it."

His head does a full one-eighty before his body follows, aiming right at Mimzy. Angel winces, shoulders tensing at the crunch. He's never gonna get used to that...

"Now, Magnolia, you are going to explain what you thought you were doing and why you shouldn't be thrown out of this hotel. Actually apologising for the damages you wrought would be the best place to start." He prompts, as his power surges green around them and little runes flicker into the air. Mimzy appears like she might have recognised she fucked up. Just a bit.

"Al, baby, you and Husky know sometimes I just get clumsy... it was an accident." she placates, waving it off but taking a step closer to Charlotte.

"Then apologise to Charlotte, and try to mean it. We both know you're only here because whoever you have bothered to the point of needing protection is unlikely to try and extract you from under the Princess's care. The least you could do is not destroy the place within the first few months of operation..."

She heaves a dramatic sigh, "Fine. Princess toots, I'm sorry I set a few things on fire and broke that statue, I didn't mean to. Your weird candle making positivity lecture thing wasn't ear-bleeding or excruciating to be part of either!"

"That's... okay, Mimzy. After all, we can fix this. But... I feel like maybe we might try a one on one talk therapy option to find out why you feel the need to cause chaos and ruin everything good in your life, but we can talk about that later. Okay?"

Mimzy looks about three seconds from slapping Charlie right across the face. "There ain't nothing wrong with me, you spoiled, priviledged little goody two-shoes. We didn't all come from some fuckin' ivory tower where everything was handed out to us, and that gave us weird quirks. So back right off with that condescending bullshit."

Vaggie is interjecting spear-first when it's yanked from her hands by an inky black tendril. "Vagatha, not every situation calls for the nuclear option. Or are you desperate to return to the days of killing off sinners for merely existing in a way you dislike?" Alastor snarls. Something about the situation has pivoted the Radio Demon's opinion in a heartbeat. Maybe it was the angelic steel pointed at someone who may somehow care for.

Strangely, Husk moves behind Mimzy and puts a paw on her shoulder. "Drop it Mim, she's not... ready to see things that way. And you do cause absolute fuckin' chaos wherever you go. No two ways about it. But... if things're that bad out there you need to be here, you need to learn to work inside the rules."

"Oh fuck you, Husk! Because we were always sooooo good at doing what society thought we should... huh? You two abandoned me, after everything we went through, so you owe me some goddamn backup when im dealing with princess privileged over there!"

"And how many more decades were you intending to keep rehashing that line? We've dragged you out of insane situations hundreds of time individually and together, Mimz, and you just seem to find another one. Sounds self-destructive to me... trust me, I'd know." said the alcoholic, shrugging. "Your afterlife though. But you don't get to disrespect Charlie like that and get away with it."

She pouts, deeply, and rolls her eyes. "Okay, fine. Look, Im here for my own reasons but it... ain't as bad as I said, Princess. I'm sure we can... find something to chat about, gal-to-gal, in your little therapy sessions. But you need to tone it down... no wonder people ain't flocking here, you're too..." she waves a hand at the radiating positivity and uncertainty. "That."

"What I believe you are trying to say, is that you have concerns about the qualifications of our dear Charlotte to provide psychotherapy, given her perspective on life is very... limited compared to that of sinners. And that she could not possibly understand the complexities of what being taken for mental health support in our time meant... or who would be targeted. Correct?" Alastor says, looming over her and ignoring Vaggie tugging her spear back from his tentacle.

Charlie frowns. "What does that mean? What was it like? The pamphlets I have show rehabilitation facilities and psychologists..."

That startles a laugh out of Angel. "Oh, Char-Char... even in my time... which was after those guys... it was bad. You either got drugged up until you couldn't feel a fucking thing or have a thought society didn't wantcha to have, or they shocked your brain until you were all blank potato inside. Oooh, there was also the chance they'd lobotomise you, get in there with what was like a big piece of metal andd just scoop out ya brain... or maybe you've be used for a psychotropic drug trial, so they can see what happens. Or they could just lock ya up or keep you in one'a them insulin comas until you died. It was fucked up... you're lucky these guys're even willing to hear you out about therapy 'cause we'd all have been targets for involuntary treatment in the day."

Charlie's mouth is hanging open. "That's horrible! Why would anyone do that? Doctors are supposed to help people!"

"They thought they were, Charlie. But this was also the time when there was one Normal set of people and the rest of the world was Wrong. So, when you see something as Less then... anything is fair game. You know they didn't use anaesthesia on animals or babies until the 80s right? Didn't think they could feel pain right." Husk grumbled, only pulling back when he saw Charlie was about to start sobbing.

"ENOUGH!" Lucifer boomed, pulling everything to a close and shoving the sinners out of the way in all directions with his wings as he went to comfort Charlie. "Honey, it's okay, it's okay there may have been some things that happened in human history that weren't great... but none of that is happening now! You're doing great with the sinners!"

"B-but they DID happen... and th-the-the sinners I'm trying to h-h-h-hell-help lived through it! No wonder we c-can't get mooooooore!" she sibs, and Vaggie is there, stroking Charlie's hair and making soothing noises.

Angel is hauling Husk to his feet, and turning to help pull Mimzy off off of Alastor, eyes warily watching the volatile Devil in the periphery. Sure, the Devil form was hot as well... but there was little rationality in there when Charlie was upset or in any way at risk of harm, even if only the emotional kind.

"No wonder she's sheltered, if that's how his high'n'mighty reacts to her gettin' a reality check. You're lucky I'm here, boys, I think there's some things a gal needs to share with your little redemptionist over there." Mimzy frowns, resettling her bazongas in the short attire and pumping her hair. "She's got moxxie, I like her, but this ain't gonna fix nobody. Not if she doesn't get the chance to hear the shit we slogged through to get here. Not everything in life is rainbows, and I'll be damned again if I let miss sunshine over there come at this the wrong way."

"Hey Mimz, you good? I know Al's bony but didn't think you'd landed hard enough for that level of blood." Husk prods at her dress, and she glances down. He frowns immediately, putting some things together. "Not yours. Shit, how long have you been hiding that, Al? Thought you learned your lesson on that shit after we ran into that mob family in 28."

For his part, Alastor was sititng up against the nearby wall, disgruntled from being so carelessly batted aside by Lucifer. All powerful arrogant angelic bastard. You could feel the anger simmering behind that smile... always had it out for authority figures, even in life.

Blood was clearly leaking from beneath his shirt, not that the deer was willing to acknowledge it. Mimzy sat right down on the man's lap, no hesitation, and Angel thought he was going to choke on his own tongue at the sight. Anyone else tried that, they'd be in pieces right now. Except maybe Husk... now he knew about that little dynamic. Or, maybe Niffty? But she was different, crawled all over the guy.

Angel was about 60% sure Alastor would laugh if he tried that under normal flirtatious circumstances, because that's the dynamic they've cultivated... but right now, he'd die. Straight up no hesitation.

"It's fine, Mag-... Mimzy landing on me when the melancholy mallard shoved us out of the way simply snapped the remaining stitches. It's nowhere near as dramatic as it looks, I assure you."

"Gotta be angelic of some kind if it ain't healed yet." Husk narrows his eyes, expertly deflecting the hands that tried to stop him from opening the topmost layer of coat. He'd clearly played this game before. "Thought something was fucked when Adam went to try and get Charlie, couldn't find you after..."

"Then you understand why it is vital such information is kept from the prying eyes of sinners who might run to another overlord with that information, yes?" Alastor snipes back, tone low to avoid drawing royal attention. His tendrils glitch but manage to grab Mimzy and pull her off him... only for the space to immediately fill with Husk. The bartender not even twitching an eye.

"You gonna calm down and let me see? I could tell the king we might need some help..." Husk grins, and Angel is shocked to see Alastor's ears go flat against his head. What the FUCK he thought those were like hair tufts?!

"Do it, and I tell everyone about what happened at Madame Rosary's speakeasy in 1932, and why we were banned."

"Says more about you than me..." Husk actually hesitates.

"Please. Smiles. I'll do anything to know what happened." Angel interjects, rummaging in his chest fluff for his mini first aid kit - always helpful when you worked for a guy like Val. "I'll suck ya di-..."

"Ah, Husker, it seems you already told him the story!" Alastor teased, as the cat's expression flushed under the fur. Mimzy smacked the overlord over one of his ears, earning her a wounded glare.

"Hey, you tell it properly or the hot spider guy's gonna think all the wrong things about that night. Now stop distracting so we can deal with this... and don't you dare shadow yourself elsewhere, or I'LL start talking about the nights in the cabin. I'm sure that fuckin' picture box'd pay top dollar for that information..."

Alastor begins to waver slightly.

Husk digs his claws into the man's injured side. "Hey, no translating into radio waves neither, you're predictable when you're cornered smart ass. It's why we-... forget it. This ain't good, and we need to get this sorted before someone sees, alright?"

"Sees what?" Vaggie asks, suspicious disdain dripping from the tone. Only to pull up short. "Did... did I do that?"

She darts her eye to the tip of her reclaimed spear.

"No." comes the clipped reply as Husk is garbbed by the scruff with a tendril and hoited into the air. Alastor shoved himself upright with less grace than normal, surprisingly even himself with the sudden complexity of the task. "I would ask you to ignore this little situation, and I will handle Mimzy's antics. Go see to your girlfriend..."

Vaggie tenses.

Alastor's tone softens. "Vagatha, on top of today's upset I strongly suspect that she is still quite burdened by the loss of her little dragon friend and the snake fellow. I have caught her staring at their respective monuments on at least four occasions today alone. There is more going on under the surface than she is willing to allow you to see... so I would kindly suggest you stop poking your nose into my business and go play loyal but loving knight to your princess."

"Fine. But not because you told me to."

"That's the spirit!"

"You're still so good at playing up the charm when you tell someone to fuck off, Al." Mimzy giggled, playfully batting him on the shoulder. "But enough about that, let's patch this up or I'm gonna go tattle to Rosie that you hid this from her and you know what she'll do."

Husk and Alastor's expressions went frighteningly blank for the barest heartbeat.

"That will NOT be necessary my dear Magnolia. If I find you shared this information, I will send you through regeneration myself."

"No you won't Boss. C'mon..." Husk says, reasserting normality with the one sentence, enough that even Alastor seemed to relax. "We can fix this up in the kitchen, they won't come in there. Don't think either of 'em have ever cooked without magic in their entire lives..."

Angel paused outside the kitchen, uncertain if he would be allowed in as well. The decision was made for him by Mimzy, who dragged the starlet inside by his lapels and sent a pointed glare at the now-watching royal family (and to-be, in the case of Vaggie). A real 'stay outta this' that meant business.

Realistically, it was like an ant threatening a god... but the point was, Mimzy had at least vaguely attempted to make a claim here.

Angel pauses as the doors swing shut, beacuse not only is the coat off but Alastor is allowing Husk to help remove the undershirt and this is more of Alastor than he's ever seen before. It's like seeing your PE teacher in a ballgown or something, sure it's possible... but you never think about it, so it doesn't really exist ni your universe.

Apart from the fluff there, and boy does he wanna compare to see if it's as soft as his own or Husk's. He vaguely wonders if anyone in Hell knows that... but then, he'd learned all sorts of shit about these three in the past few months. The kind of shit that blew his mind.

He thought his human life had been unusual, 'cause of the drugs and sex and mob violence... but it was only a different kind of chaotic nightmare. None of the affectionate one for all three musketeers type relationship these three had had going on, though. Would've been nice.

Vaguely, he hands over the first aid kit he'd found in his chest fluff. It had an enchantment on it to make it bigger on the inside, you could hide something palm sized in his fluff, easy enough, but you couldn't store much in it that'd be useful without a little magic.

Husk is already tugging the damaged bandages off, trying to be careful despite the urgency he was clearly feeling. A lot of the blood was getting to the sticky stage where it went glue like, and that always felt like a nightmare to pull off of fur.

"Fuck me sideways..." Angel murmurs, as the full extent of the injury is bared. There were signs of healing at the furthest edges, but the torn stitches frame the rest of the very much still angry and weeping wound from shoulder to opposing waist. The snapped cords had pulled and bruised at the skin, and there was this persistent Heat to it.

"Why, as we've established through viewing your delightfully bizarre show and tell submissions, my good fellow, I believe many others have beaten us to such a feat." Alastor laughs, and there's no disdain or cruelty in the tone. It's just a jibe. Like he does to Husk on occasion... cool, cool, so he's not going to be eaten for protein. Excellent.

Husk puts a paw right beside the wound. "Can you stop goddamn talking and laughing, you self-destructive asshole? The whole thing keeps gaping so hard I think your guts are going to fall out." There's a pause as he whips around to point at Angel and Mimzy, "Do NOT."

"That's what he said!" the pair chorus, and startle the other.

"Oh... I think we're keeping this one, he's got a helluva sense of humour. This the guy you're sweet on Husky?" Mimzy bats her eyelashes, grinning knowingly. "I see you still like 'em tall and gorgeous..."

Husk growls back. "Hey, can you do a little more helping and a little less trying to hook us up. And what do you mean 'still' name one other-..."

Alastor is actually looking at him with his ears partially down. "Are you saying I wasn't tall and gorgeous to you Husker? You absolute cad!"

Husk seems to be trying to work out if he's being played or the crazy bastard is serious. The grin is hard to work around until you start to notice Smiles' quirks.

"I'm pretty sure you're fucking with me, Al... but you know you were always stunning, you bastard. Well, actually, no. The only one who didn't notice was literally YOU... had to beat people off with a stick, me and Mim, not that you ever noticed." The cat rolls his eyes, handing an antiseptic pad over to Mimzy, and smiling as Angel intercepted it.

"You what now?" a burble of radio stations changing filled the air as the Radio Demon's confusion let his control slip for a moment. A sharp static screech rang out at the first touch of the pad to the wound.

"You. Were. HOT." Husk elaborates. "For a cocky motherfucker who liked to spread chaos and pick fights with people in bigger weight classes, just for the hell of it. You think I would've stuck around for all that crazy if you two weren't ridiculously attractive?"

Alastor lets out a dramatic gasp. "Why Husker, are you suggesting you only liked us for our Looks? How dare you say such a thing, reducing us to mere arm dressing you cruel cassanova! Mimzy be outraged for us both I don't have the bandwidth right now."

"Well what answer do you want? I can never tell with you." Husk sighs, exasperated, but in a fond way. "I never regretted the crazy shit you both brought into my life, or being with you, and yes you were attractive in life so that factored in. But when you died it fell apart. Happy?"

"I would be if-" Alastor pauses with a hiss as Angel carefully dabbed at a rather persistent trickle from the middle of the wound. "If you could stop using past tense about our general attractiveness..."

Husk's tail paused mid-twitch, ears alert. "What?"

"Hah, he didn't realise. Well, I find both looks appealing, but you know me... it's also about if the sweet inside the wrapper is just as good. And I knew you two had my back, back then... if not now."

"Okay, first of all Maggie, you start shit all over Hell and then run to us for help. It gets old fast, especially when we literally spent half our human lives doing that. You don't do as much reciprocating here. "

She waggles her eyebrows. "Oh, if you wanted me to get Reciprocal you should have said husky..."

"Not what I meant and you know it. When was the last time you pitched in to solve our problems, huh?"

She pouts and crosses her arms. "Hey, I helped with that fish overlord... and I helped confuse Vox enough that time to help you both break out of his clutches!"

"I-... yeah, okay, fair."

"And I';'ve been lookin' into something for Al for his dea-...mppph!"

"You know about that too? How the fuck...? Al, you need to warn me that Mimz knows, she's a potential leak for this mess." Husker rounds on the guy, and Angel feels the slight flinch under his hands. "I know you can't talk about it, but whatever the fuck is happening, you can at least give me some part of the mess to help."

"Why?" Alastor asks.

"Why?" Angel finds himself echoing accidentally, taking on a small pair of scissors to remove the remaining sutures. They're not ideal, but he'd used worse in his days as an impromptu medic in life and on the set. He feels eyes fall on him, and the heat of them is... it feels like a sniper dot for the intensity.

"I mean... he owns your souls right? Even if you did have some throuple type shit going on on earth, and it sounds like ya did, right now he Owns You. Why would you even care if the guy who owns you is on a leash, much less help him? Right now... this could be your chance to get your souls back,"

He startles as two different sets of hands grab his wrists, and mentally plays back the conversation. "Whoa, I don't mean I'm a threat or nothing I'm just... trying to figure this out. Cause I don't-... it wouldn't be like that for anyone else, I don't think. You get this golden opportunity for freedom AND power on a plate but you'restanding here throwing it away. I can't think of any other sinner who would. Hell, I've seen family betray one another for a sniff of this type of chance."

"That's the thing, Angel Dust, emotional bonds are far stranger and prone to logical fallacy than any other. They do not kill me or use this as a chance for freedom, because... I strongly suspect some part of them still cares if I live or die." Alastor chuckles darkly. "Long after I myself stopped caring. But, if you must know, their deals are not anything like yours. I made them to protect them. No one touches what belongs to the Radio Demon... and no one tries to gather a debt from one of those under my charge. Be it cash or flesh."

"You can see how it's fucked up to like, enslave your friends right? Friends? Lovers? Partners? Whatever ya are."

"Perhaps, but this is hell. Did you not also make strange decisions under the influence of affection? What would you do to keep Miss Bomb safe if you had the power to make deals? What of your piglet... or, hmmm, Husker here? Dont worry, I don't ask out of jealousy, merely curious." Alastor purrs, claws digging through the steel benchtop as Angel has to tug at a thread. "Steady on, my effeminate fellow... that's unfortunately very aware of your ministrations."

"Just say it hurts, Smiles. I've been there and have the season pass at this point for this kindsa shit. Nearly done, though." He pokes his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration. "You know, this... heat... or whatever it is, I don't think it's normal. Might be an infection? Can angelic steel cause infections? I never knew anyone alive long enough after an Extermination to know."

"I... have no idea! There's the fun of it! But you can survive an angelic blade, it merely takes far longer to heal that you would expect. Quite the nuisance when other overlords are always sniffing around seeking weaknesses."

"Yeah, I can imagine it sucks being all powerful and getting humbled like that." Angel snipes back, suddenly angry. Not with Al, not per say, but the idea of Overlords in general just seemed to flick a switch.

"Being a run of the mill sinner may seem a nightmare, Angel, but there's hidden dangers attached to being an Overlord that I don't expect you to understand." Alastor frowned, tone... not patronising, but perhaps tired. "At the moment you look over your shoulder every time you leave a location to see what chaos the world is bringing and if it intends you harm. But you, a sinner with a claim on you, know that there will be likely retribution should someone hurt you... apart from the moth, that is."

"And what? You big guys have it worse?"

"No. No I'm saying that the same applies to overlords, but the people waiting in the dark are on another level. Everyone you meet wants something, Angel, and they are always watching to see you fail. Every deal brings power and a soul, but it equally means another one to watch over and protect. If you fall, they fall. And if you should gain the attention of the wrong person... things can jeopardise your souls."

There's a pause as Angel applies a numbing agent to the tattered skinaround and in the wound. Alastor seemed confused by such a gesture, clearly having braced for the matter to be dealt with otherwise.

"I'm not going to sew you up without giving you something, you weird ass deer... I know you overlords are tough but... you don't always have to be, right? Wait, hold on, have you been doing this yourself without even the decency of a panadol or two? You-..." it dissolves into some sort of italian then.

Alastor looks to Husk for a translation, sees the grimace, and decides not to ask. "Angel, even you benefit from being so known, from being Valentino's and part of the Vees. Not in a good eay, but there is a fear about what reprisal would exist if someone tried something not sanctioned by your overlord. There is a sick comfort in that, correct? If someone toppled your moth tomorrow, you wouldn't know anything about the person taking ownership of your soul... not how to appease them, or what they wanted. A level of fear and dread you haven't had to face for decades I assume?"

"Yeah...?" Angel asks, prodding at the area and noting the slight flinch. He puts more cream over the injury and waits.

"A good overlord, and I assume there have to be some out there, cares about at least some of the souls under them. For example, if someone harmed Niffty I would turn them inside out and hold their soul in their body until they had expressed enough sincere apology that they deserved the chance to die." The air went thick with scrambled distortion and symbols for just a moment, before it flickered out. "Why, they practically beg for death at the end, ha hah! In anycase, it is imperative for someone with souls under them to ensure they maintain their status. Both as a means of self-protection, and to keep those leashed to them safe. But every soul you contract may choose to harm you unless specified specifically otherwise in their deal... and even then a third party may be used or an injury that Could be Fatal can be imbued. It's all about the wording. And that's before you even consider the threat of other Sovereigns against yourself... and any hint of weakness results in everything crumbling."

"I get it, we're fucked no matter which end of the pyramid we sit on right? Just.. differently. I don't think I'd handle that sorta pressure, same way I don't think you'd switch places with me for anything." Angel shrugs, touching the wound again and getting no response. "Hold still, I was always good at my threadwork but flesh is always a little tougher than fabric you know."

"Husker, find out whatever is in that little kit of your paramour, and ensure that we order twice the amount of whatever was used. I would not like to hear that he ran out simply because his generosity outweighed his common sense."

"Sure thing boss..." Husk said, turning away the small smirk that was threatening to grow across his features. He leans in close to Angel. "That's his way of sayin' I think he likes you, and he appreciates the care you've shown. He's just a stubborn fucking ass about it, always has been. I think if he had a genuine emotional heart to heart it might kill him."

"Sounds like someone wants me to drop his soul from my list and let you manage your own debts, hmmm?"

"Nah, you won't." Husker grins. "You still love me, even after all this shit. Or you wouldn'tt put up with a fraction of the nonsense Mimzy and I get up to."

He received an audience booing for his troubles, but those ears were twitching as if unsure whether they wanted to pin back. Alastor seemed to think on his response before opening his mouth to retort...

The moment is ruined by the doors being blasted open and Lucifer strides in, flanked by Charlie and Vaggie. Both holding his arms and pulling as if to stop the King, but not exactly succeeding.

"Okay Bambi, we need to talk about your little degenerate friend-... what the fuck happened to you?" The king pulls up short, confused at the scene before him. Charlie gasps, and her eyes are filling with tears again before Vaggie can get there to assuage her.

"Nothing that requires your interference, your lowness, and rest assured I have spoken to Mimzy about maintaining her manners. She has agreed to make more appropriate conversational decisions in future... but let's be realisitic here, sire, this was going to happen eventually. Charlie has only ever known Hell, and the version you and... her mother... cultivated. Of course she wouldn't understand the complexities of human lives, of societies, and of the inherent power and control put in place even in systems made to help those struggling with various issues. Such as Mimzy and husker pointed out."

"Listen asshole, there's such a thing as easing people into terrible news, you could try it." Lucifer snarls back, eyes flickering to red.

"Forgive me, your majesty, but isn't Charlie older than literally everyone else in this room excepting yourself? That seems a long time to leave her ignorant... human history is a subject that will never end if you don't start teaching the fundamentals now. Why, ha-hah, if you think about it, each day passed adds more to the curriculum!"

"Did I like, knock you into a wall or something? Or is he generally this level of asshole even without a concussion?" Lucifer asked the room at large. Waving it off magnanimously, he points at the wound. "That's not going to heal for the next decade if you keep using basic first aid at it, there's Angelic Grace in it, idiot. For that you'd need, oh, well look at that... Me... to remove it."

"No, a decade isn't that long in terms of eternity, little majesty. I can wait." Alastor parries, noting that Husker and Mimzy have shifted slightly to be between them. Angel continues sewing flesh back together, warily watching Lucifer from the corner of his eyes.

"Fair enough, suffer then. But if your annoying thrall ever causes my Charlie that level of distress again, I end both of you."

"Dad, please, we just talked about this!" Charlie hissed. "I need to know this sort of stuff to help, and yes it was shocking and I was upset... but not for ME! For Mimzy and Al and Husk and Angel and the thousands of Sinners who went through that, who might be afraid of help because of their experiences in the past... and that's before coming to Hell. Imagine how they feel now?"

"I heard you, Duckling, but my point stands. There's a right way and a wrong way... and he's probably doing it for entertainment."

"Well so what? He's helped us, and fought for us and clearly it's my fault THAT happened..." she gestures at the wound. "So if all I get back is the occasional uncomfortable truth and an offer to have like, people for dinner, that's fine with me. We're okay, dad."

"What was that bit about eating people?"

"Oh unclench your tightness, it's a joke. I know sinner is an accquired taste..." Alastor waves off, and gets a silent look of reproach from Angel who nearly dropped the needle into the wound at the unexpected movement.

"Yeah, what's that taste like? Chiken, pork?"

"Ah, it differs from person to person..." A laugh track plays and the spider snorts, oh that was TERRIBLE. "And besides, my good arachnid, I would have thought of all people present you'd be well versed in having sinner meat in your mo-...mmmph?"

Husk had slapped a paw over the smart mouth, as Angel's fell open in shock. Had the overlord just seriously made that joke?

"Ignore him, he gets difficult when he's injured and you left the door open for that one."

"No, I mean, that was fuckin' hilarious and I didn't expect it outta Smiles. Where has this rude sense of humour been the whole time we've been livin' here?"

Mimzy scoffed at Al. "You still playing polite hotelier? Pfft, okay that's fair, miss pretty princess there might straight up die if you made one of your fancy word naughty quips at her."

"She's made of sterner stuff, ususally, I promise." Alastor mutters, as Husk removes the paw warily. Thinks better of it, and covers the man's mouth again before a pussy based joke escapes. He's suffering enough in hell without the terrible puns.

"Can you behave, Al? Some of us are having a heck of a day and that was before we find out you were hiding this sort of shit again." Husk mumbles, letting his shoulders sag and the wings droop a little. Mimzy would be vocal as hell about injuries, and Husk would be stoic until they were safely out of the firing line, but Al used to do the old 'oop, i think im feeling off' and then collapse on you bullshit. This was toeing the line here for husk's tolerance.

Lucifer rolls up his sleeves, after some pointed whispering from Charlie, and approaches. Alastor rears back snarling with all his teeth. Angel fumbles for the thread.

"Can you stop it there Short King, I'm nearly done and you're sending the patient into bloodlust."

"What? Oh, don't worry about it, I can pin him down easy enough... King of Hell and all. Overlords mean nothing to me."

Angel felt anger rise up, and noted the way Al stiffened. "hold up, ya Majesty. Might want to rethink that statement cause it sounded fuckin' awful, and pro tip... just cause you CAN doesn't mean you Should. Val can pin me down and pour acid in my face if he's mad, but it don't mean I want him to. He could also do it to put a bandaid on a burn he's given me. Same sentiment though."

That pulls Lucifer up short, and the angel frog blinks. "What? I'm just going to pull that Grace out, he should be thanking me?"

"You could try asking, or not making it sound like you're forcing yourself on someone... that kinda language is really fucking triggering when you've been there. And I know you've been overhearing Mimz here prattle on about their lives up top, you know full well that they've all dealt with being forced, being made to do something, even if it never got far. Like with me. The memory doesn't distinguish that... your brain tells your body to panic."

Angel finds he's furious at the King, and for what? Some words? The intent behind them? The fact that he felt Alastor shaking for just a split second before the Overlord overrode that reaction with anger?

"I didn't-..."

"You didn't think. No. I get that, it's just... you need to, though. Little things can send you into a spiral... I know you know what that's like. I've got eyes, Short King, you've been there too."

"Well, okay, I apologise for setting everyone off with my words. I'll use a better statement next time, okay? Now if the big bad overlord is done having all the regular sinners defend him, can he please be a big boy and let me get this over with?"

Oh, there go the antlers.

Husk puts a wing between them. "Just want to put it out there, your majesty, that being talked down to by authority and referred to as 'boy' or 'girl' as an adult is... something pretty common in our time. For It was the racism, you see. Might want to pull back on that too. Hard to tell in sinner form what everyone was before, but the memories don't fade out that fast. Still gets me heated under the collar when I hear it."

"Er, okay... then could the big angry deer please let me within like a foot of him so I can pull the Grace out, because you're functionally useless..." there's a very pointed pause, and you can feel a fight coming on, but it's suddenly clear his majesty has zoned out. Vaggie claps her hands near the King's ear. "What? Oh, what was I saying? There's something pressing on the wards... not sure what though."

Alastor closes his eyes, and grimaces. "Worry not, that's merely Vox seeking to play voyeur again. I will deal with it in a moment."

"Are you sure? I could swat him like That!"

"It's a matter of principle, if Vox is turned away by you, he will wonder why I didn't do it. And he will either come himself, or send another spy... and despite Charlie's best attempts, I'm not certain the next one will be swayed by a song about apologies."

"...fair. What was I saying? Something about that rendering you useless at defending the place? Whatever, I don't technically have to touch you, but it could help make it faster."

"...if you must."

In a painfully awkward 45 seconds, the King presses two fingertips to the still open portion of wound and concentrates until small globules of something metallic and bright begin to at the location. They seem to be expanding from unseen miniscule amounts over time.

Carefully pulling away, Lucifer calls the droplets to him, letting them sink into his palm and disappear. "Whew, okay, that was more than I thought. All gone though, so that mess will heal on its own at the normal rate. And if we're lucky, there'll be no Charlie the 2nd out of that one..."

Everyone pauses. "What?"

"Kidding, you should see your faces! It took a decade of concentrated energy and some very specific magic to create you, Sweetie, you were planned out more meticulously than the construction of any Ring in Hell. Just wanted to crack a joke, you're all so tense. Sheesh, touchy much today?"

"Please don't ever try comedy your majesty, your little clown outfit if more than enough..." Alastor retorts dryly. Angel carefully returns to the task of closing the wound the last two or so inches and ties off the thread. "Thank you my good man."

His expression glitches for a moment, before the lights flicker and something explodes outside. "Vox has been thoroughly removed from the premises, for now. Do pay attention to any update requests you may get on those infernal devices, the terms and conditions can allow Vox to use your phone as a portal if you agree. Not to mention they're all just pretty little spy cameras for him... though not here, thankfully."

Husk and Mimzy are passing a bandage around the too-thin torso, and the fact Alastor isn't protesting, means that this wouldn't be the first time. And he clearly knows he wouldn't win if he tried.

The minute it's tucked square away, Husk smack the overlord on the undamaged side of his chest. "Don't pull this shit again."

"Aw, don't be mean Husky... you know you love playing nursemaid." Mimzy titters, winking at him until the cat hisses back.

"I've got a whole costume for that if you wanna try that on for size...?" Angel offers, enjoying seeing two sets of animal airs flicker his way then flatten. "Oh c'mon, don't I get a little something for today?"

"You can have a date with Husker and the satisfaction of eating part of the moth when I get the time to kill him in a challenge. How does that sound?" Alastor offers vaguely, slipping his shirts closed and buttoning rapidly to the throat. "Try pushing the outfits again and I will have Niffty alphabetise your growing toy collection according to her own internal narrative."

Angel gasps in horror. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh but I would!" Alastor grins, sharply, and Mimzy laughs. "Now go and do something that isn't gawping at us, and I shall look over what we have in the pantry for dinner. Mimzy, you would burn this palce down and you will recall a no-cooking clause in our deal, so please vacate the area. But do try to ease up on the my dear Charlotte, and at least pretend to capitulate to her exercises... you are a resident after all."

She grumbles, crossed arms and petulant expression on full display. "Thanks I get for keepin my boys alive,I tell ya, no gratitude..."

Lucifer rolls his eyes, "Okay, enough of this... I'm going to check the small red one hasn't destroyed the hotel. Coming, Charlie? Vaggie?"

"Er, sure..." Charlie seems slightly shellshocked and leans against Vaggie as they follow her father out. "Today's been... a lot."

Angel rubs his arm, awkwardly. "So uh, you don't mind if I like take Husk for drinks or something? I never really worked out what your status is down here."

"Husker is free to do as he wants... and he likes you. I suppose I am rather fond of you as well, given how well you handle a crisis and your commitment to the hotel. Especially now that we can see the real you under that fake persona..." Alastor replies.

Angel can't help but chuckle. "Pot. Kettle. Smiles."

"True. How bold of you to sass an Overlord, Angel. You will be an intriguing addition... should you wish it."

"Like... as a soul on your chain when you kill Val, or to this whatever it is? Cause no offence, but I don't do broads outside'a films and when Val's holding me hostage for cash. And I dunno how I'd feel about all of you anyway, that's a lot..."

husk rolls his eyes. "He doesn't mean date us, just like, putitng up with them and dating me. If you want. They're kind of attached, even if it ain't official anymore... call it karmic bullshit or something. We can be exclusive if you'd like, though; I haven't messed about with them since before I died."

Angel let out an indignant squeak. "What? You got these two hotties here and you ain't even tried their demonic forms out for a test drive? Husk, Husker, Whiskers, baby, are you serious? I'm almost tempted to do it for you..."

"...please do restrain yourself, if at all possible, Angel. I think we've contaminated the counters enough for one day." Alastor responds, wiping down the same with an antibacterial spray Charlie insisted they utilise. "And if dearest Vagatha came in, we may just kill her from shock to see someone misappropriating the kitchen in such a manner..."

Angel needs a long moment as his brain pauses to absorb several creative visuals. "Uh.... I mean, I got time and there's still heaps in that cleaner, right? Maybe you could get Spooky Jnr to keep Vaggie out?"

"Oooh, I'm game if you are... won't touch ya, but I'll be here." Mimzy grins, taking in all of Angel.

Husk covers his eyes with a paw and groans. "Okay, for one, no one's getting up to anything in here because I think we'd all prefer to break in our sinner forms somewhere more comfortable than this. Two, you you fucking idiot are injured and we're not breaking those stitches again. And for three, this one is mine until further notice so back off..."

"Wait, wait, wait, NONE of you have gotten frisky in these forms?"

"There's never been a need, or a time when the three of us were on the same page and in a similar headspace." Alastor shrugged.

Mimzy rolled her eyes, "Listen, I've got a busy schedule so... I was getting to it. Also a lot shorter than I used to be so that took some getting used to."

"Not to mention SOME ASSHOLE disappeared for like 7 years without warning just when everyone was finally getting along and addressing the shit we needed to from our sudden deaths." Husker replied.

"There was a reason, I just can't say. Not yet, anyway." Alastor shrugged. "Why, did you miss meeeeee....?"

"...yes, you smug fuck, of course we did. Niffty was fucking beside herself it took Rosie and me to keep her from throwing herself at angels during Exterminations..."

The ears drooped. "Ah... well, if it's any consolation, I didn't choose to leave. It turns out you can be summoned by people in-..." the words crackles off into a forced silence. The shadow pointed upwards.

Angel felt his eyes blow wide. "No fuckin' way. Who could have the power to-..."

The answer jumped out at him, something from an earlier conversation about Charlie. The way everything hinged on her and pushing Lucifer away.

"It's... the other parent, ain't it? Of your not-kid, Charlie, right?"

"...you are too clever by half to be just a porn starlet, dear Angel."

Husk's fur bristled. "What's she got on you? Why give someone like that your soul?"

"Lack of choice. Like I said, I am familiar with angelic wounds."

"Healed by that person? Or made by that person?"

"Ah, husker, why not both? No need to dwell on it for now. There is nothing immediate that needs managing. You have a date with your arachnid... you still have your card?"

"What? Of course I do, you know I do why are you trying to distract me from this?"

"Because nothing can be changed now. So why worry? Feel free to have dinner out, I will leave portions of whatever I come up with in the fridge for you, should you decide to go dancing or some other exhausting outlet that means dinner is not quite enough."

Behind the deer's back, Angel and Husk shared a Look. Mimzy nodded at them, and Alastor tensed for reasons he didn't understand.

"Actually, I'd like to stay and see what you're making. My Nonna and Ma taught me a whole bunch of stuff but nothing like what you cook. You mind?" Angel offers.

"Its been a while since we all made a meal together... and I promise to keep an eye on Mimzy so she doesn't set anything ablaze." Husker adds.

"Hey, you don't complain when I offer other options for dinner..." Mimzy simpers, and the collective groan in the room makes her laugh so hard she almost falls off the bench. "Oh, c'mon, that was a good one."

"Yeah yeah..." Husk rolls his eyes and washes his hands. "What do you need me to chop up for this?"

Angel watches the process like a hawk, cheerfully asking to take on dicing the meat when he sees the overlord flagging as the repetitive motion wears on his wakening nerves about the injury.

Mimzy is exceptionally helpful and not at all a menace, as long as someone is paying attention to her actions the whole time.

It's not clear when the room filled with soft music, but it was nice. The aroma of a meal nearly done wafted about, and it took a moment before anyone noticed the deer had fallen asleep atop one of the chairs. Tucked into a corner, one elbow on the bench and his head resting on the hand attached.

The music emanated from him, somehow.

"Aw, fuck me that's cute..." Angel grins. He'd have to burn this into his brain cause if he took a photo it'd wake Al, and Vox'd have a field day with that kind of image.

"...you should've seen him when he was alive." Mimzy murmured back. "Cute, less red... just as easy to trick into exhausting himself when he was being stubborn about it."

"One of my best magic tricks was getting these two to look after themselves." Husk shrugged, huffing a chuckle as he plated up some of the thick, chunky stew. "Now dig in before it gets cold, and I'll drop some plates out at the dining table."

"You could get Niffty to-... oh, nope, she's found Al already."

Angel blinks across the room to find Niffty fast asleep in Al's lap. She hadn't been there a second ago and they were facing the only doors. So how...?

His thoughts slowed as he took a bite of the stew, and suddenly the starlet realised he might just have to join this crazy whatever it was with Husk and the others, just to get food like this everyday. If his Nonna was here, he's sure she'd want the recipe.

But, as good things in Hell often do, the moment was spoiled by the sound of his phone going off. He had work to get to.

Well, at least it was just some backcountry pumpkin-based fuckfest. Nothing he couldn't handle.

---

Or so he thought.

The minute he arrives, the chain manifests, dragging him into the dressing room set aside for Angel Dust.

He panics, mentally, trying to think about what he might have done or not done to get this response. Only to come face to face with Valentino AND Vox.

Vox leans forwards in his chair, grabbing hold of the chain and pulsing blue up the length. Taking temporary ownership.

"Now Angel, I understand you've been spending time with dear Mimzy, that little nightmare, and she's been sharing some fun factoids about the Radio Demon! Some of the others in the hotel were putting bits and piecces out there and our lovely Velvette collected that information on our behalf."

Angel felt his heart plunging into his stomach.

"Yesterday, all of that went silent... so I thought I'd go right to the source. The one who's spent a lot of time around her in the past few days if the photos are to be believed, gathering intel for us. That's what you were doing, right? Of course you were. You love Val, and want to make him happy."

"Yes Mr Vox, of course." he simpers automatically. "Anything for Val...entino."

"Of course, of course! And naturally, given your knowledge, and the heh radiosilence of the last day or so, I think it's only fair that I ask some questions to clarify. How does that sound? Could you tell me the truth, Angel?" Vox grins, looming.

Apologising, even as his heart begins to thunder and his stomach roil with the thick taste of shame and betrayal, Angel feels his smiling lips move. "Of course, Mr Vox... anything for the Vees."

"Good boy, Angel..." Valentino purrs, carding though Angel's hair. "Now tell my Voxxy what he really wants to know... does the radio demon have a tail?"

Angel could have cried from the odd thrill of relief such a stupid satement brought. Please let them all be so vaguely intrusive and easily answered.

"According to Mimzy, yes he does. I havent seen it, but she said it was like a deer's, but red and white and black."

"Is he really with that woman and the cat?"

"It's complicated, they had a thing when they were alive but I can;t get a read on them now. It's like..." he pauses, trying not to be seen as impertinent. "Like the Vees, you all move around each other just knowing how to work as a trio, but if no one was paying attention or you didn't need 'em to know, no one would know if you all shared a bed or whatever. You know?"

"...good answer. Now for the big ticket question... is Alastor still injured after fighting Heaven?"

Angel felt sick. Why can't he have one good thing? This was going to ruin any chance with husk, with Charlotte, and break the fragile trust he'd made with Smiles.

"Yes. He is. But the King did something to fix it, so I dunno."

"...Angel, does Alastor own his own soul?"

He pauses, as if thinking. "Mimzy didn't say anything about that sorta thing, you want me to ask indirectly?"

But that swirling eye was getting so wide, filling his vision.

"Oh, I think you might know some more than that, you just need help to put it together, huh? I know how smart you are Angel..."

"I... don't... think so... something... about... he said..."

"Good boy, yes?"

His mouth is moving on its own and he can't stop it. "Alastor... said something to... Husk... aout being summoned... elswhere. Didn't go by choice... seven years? Don;t know what it means."

"And who do you think owns the Radio Demon, Angel?"

"Think... hates Lucifer... loves Charlie... said something weird... other day... think... Queen?"

Vox's expression went from psychotically aroused to abolute malicious joy in a split second. He released the now dizzy Angel, who flopped forwards right into Valentino's waiting arms.

"Good boy Angel... very good boy. You've done so well." Valentino purrs at him, and Angel feels the hands travelling over his body to the places that tingled up his spine. It was clearly a Reward day.

"Well, that changes the game completely, my old friend..." Vox murmurs, as Angel is steered across the room to the plush couch and a half dozen hands toy with his every nerve. Vox watches detachedly.

If only he could warn them that Vox knew.

If only-... but he couldn't, not yet. The contract was in place for now.

Time to perform, and then get home.

As Valentino did his best to show Angel his pleasure for a task well done, Angel found his mind wandering back to thoughts about cooking earlier. And he vaguely wondered if there'd be stew in the fridge when he returned...

"Good boy, Angel..." Valentino whispered, and his body shuddered but his mind was already at the hotel.

"Thank you Daddy..." he whispers, just the right amount of breathless that got them likes on their online content.

"I think you can have a night off, see what else you can hear..."

"Oooh, you spoil me Daddy, I will, I promise!"

I will... kill you the first chance I get, Val. Promise.

He is halfways back to the hotel before his mind catches up, but he doesn't let the 'dazed lovedrunk smile #4' he perfected so well for the camera, drop. Aware of the surveillance cameras watching his route home.

When the doors close behind him, Angel collapses to his knees, and then Husk is there, and Angel is sobbing.

"What did he do? Angel, are you hurt?"

"No, No I-... he made me... the things I know... he wanted to know..."

"It's alright Angel, this was inevitable. I will handle this." Alastor advises.

"Not with that injury, mister!" Mimzy interjects.

"Wait, not tonight, they'll assume I said something. They know about your... tail... and you and husk and mimzy. They asked about your deal... I'm sorry I couldn't... his eye..."

"It is genuinely alright Angel, Vox has been obsessed for decades, its no surprise he found out. Merely a nuisance that I now must kill them all rather than one at a time."

"Okay, but not tonight... when we go to end them, I want them to have no chance to stop you. Can't do that when you're injured, right?"

"Hmmm, true. Alright, we shall pencil it in... next week sometime. Let's get you settled, we have some food set aside as you never finished yours." He glanced over the other. "Or perhaps Husker can escort you to your room for a quick shower, the effect that little eye trick has makes one feel quite in need of one..."

"Oooh, Husky, change your mind about the nurse costume? I'll take a spongebath anyday for you, Sister Whiskers..."

"Keep that up and I get Al to bathe you."

Angel felt his expression deepen into Lustful Thoughts #6 and there was a record scratch. "No, I shan't be available. Injured and all that..."

Mimzy howled with laughter.

"You lot are fucking crazy... I want in." His mouth says before his brain can catch up.

"Welcome to my nightmare, legs..." Husk groans, pulling Angel up and walking them towards the elevators. "Let's get you cleaned up and fed. We need to plan for next time the Vees pull this shit... you can get around questions with careful answers, you know?"

Mimzy paused on the way back to the kitchen, checking no one is around before she sidles up to Al. "You wanna go bang in the King's room, as a big old Fuck You to the guy?"

"Hmmm, tempting, but maybe later... I feel it would have more impact with more participants. And besides, we need to feed the spider some food and the right lines to use under hypnosis... so, let us focus on that for now."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine... but can I at least pet your tail in the kitchen?"

"...I have never understood your fascination, but I see no harm in doing so away from prying eyes."

He had no way of knowing that the covert selfie she took of herself in the act, which was then sent to Husk, would be intercepted by Vox and cause a three day power outage across the Ring.

Lucifer could never prove it was Alastor's fault, but he sure acted like it was until the lights came back on.

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this took hours of my weekend for no one to read but me

such a bizarre and likely ooc concept but... why not. at least i have some creativity returning!

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Alastor x reader

Genre: fluff, romantic

Pronounce: They/them but 'You' is mostly used for this one shot

Love interest: Alastor

F/f means favorite food

And F/d means favorite drink

Requested by : none

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Narrator Pov

You've been in this hotel for a while now.. I mean, like 7 years? Who knows. You can't really tell the date sometimes. Especially after the extermination ends just now and Alastor came back just a few week ago. So, you might as well get use to it. You're one of the staff members in Hazbin hotel. Helping around Charlie. Though you are not so sure if redeeming a sinner is possible.. But, it wouldn't hurt to see if it works. Maybe there's hope.

Nevermind that, you haven't seen Alastor for a long time so, it's either bad or a good thing. Nevertheless you didn't thought about it much but it's good his back but not at the same time. But you do admit.. You kinda miss him? Which is strange, missing a radio demon is not what you expect. But who knows.

"Hello Alastor, welcome back" You said as you greet him while you are carrying a pile of poster for the Hazbin hotel. Alastor in the other hand, of course has his usual smile with his yellow toothy grin. "Y/n! Dear! Salutation darling. What you've been up to lately?" Alastor's radio like voice spoke to you. "And it's seem you have a lot in your hands right now!" "Yes yes I know.. I'm just gonna help Charlie put this around.. Hoping.. Sinners might come to this hotel" You muttered softly as you walk down the halls as Alastor follow behind.

"How kind of you my dear, say how about when you are done, would you care to take a stroll with me through around town?" Alastor says as he looked at you for a moment. You smile a little but soon sighed softly. "I would love to Alastor really but uhh.. I got a lot of handful of things I need to do, mayb- Woah!" As you are about to complete you sentence a few of those.. Cartoonict black and white goons grabbed the posters and go outside to set all the posters up around town. Alastor look at You, still giving you a toothy grin and spoke. "You were saying?~" He teases slightly. You blink twice and shrugged."well.. Nevermind.. I guess I wouldn't mind taking a stroll with you?"

"Wonderful! Let's go then shall we?" He offered his arm to You for you to take it. You put your arm around his to link and soon both left the hotel.. You wonder why Alastor seems more.. Content? Well whatever it is at least his in a good mood.

They take their little stroll around the town. You can still see the other demons causing havoc and fights here and there.. And good Lord you and Alastor have to avoid to see the other demons having sex in the alleyway or in public.. It was a awkward silence between you both, soon You cleared your throat and spoke. "So uhhh.. Alastor.. Where are we going?" You asked Alastor. Alastor looked at you and spoke. "Why, I almost forgot! We're going to this lovely cafe! Rosie told me it is a good place to spend some peaceful time with yourself or with someone, so I thought I could bring you with me to try!" "Oh that's, lovely Alastor" You say with an awkward smile as they soon arrived the cafe. The place is nice actually.. Somewhat warm and welcoming.. This seems to where the cannibals eat. "Oh, this is the place?.. You know Alastor I don't eat uhhm.. You know. " "don't worry my dear! There's other nourishment food as well that doesn't consist eating anything what We eat" He shows his toothy grin slightly.. A bit sinister.. But soon turn back into a normal smile. "Now then, shall we?" He gestures as you both enter inside.

The inside is nice and cozy. Cannibals and other demons resistance eat peacefully yet happily. Talking to each other, a few laughters here and there. Having a blast. You looked around in awe slightly. "it's.. Actually nice in here" You muttered softly as you both walk towards to the tables.. Soon you are greeted by a young man who seems to be in his 20s. Velvet hair and gold eyes, he seems to be a moth of sorts,His hair is fluffy yet slightly loose. He greeted you both calmly and spoke. "Greetings, what can I get for both of you today?." Alastor, as usual still has his smile and spoke. "I would like to have one of those fresh blood tea of yours and Y/n? What you you like my dear?" Alastor turn to you as you thought for a moment as you look through the menu. "I guess a f/f and f/d would be good". The waiter nodded and soon went off to the kitchen to inform the ones in the kitchen. You awkwardly fiddle with her fingers on the table as Alastor hummed softly while tapping his fingers on the table.. Soon spoke.

"So, Y/n, how have been while I was gone?" You soon looked at him and spoke. "Well.. Uhmm.. Nothing much, helping around the hotel, and talk to Husker. Just nothing out of the ordinary" you answered. Alastor hummed as he think what will he say.. Well.. This is awkward.. Very awkward.. Soon their orders arrived and placed down on the table. "Here you go, I hope you two lovers have a wonderful time here. Farewell" Young man spoke as he leave.. Your fave blushed slightly in embarrassment and spoke.. We aren't lovers- nevermind..." You groan slightly as Alastor hummed in amusement, though he did find it endearing to see you in a bashful state but he won't say it outright to make it less awkward. It was silent but soon Alastor but soon spoke. "So, my dear where would you like to go next? Surely there's a certain place here in hell that you like to go?" You shrugged and shook her head. "Well.. I'm not so sure.. I never have one.. Besides.. I am always isolated in the hotel because I never wanna go out.. And.. I don't want to be bothered by and kinds of demons.." You muttered as Alastor sip his tea. "Hmm.. Fair enough". Silence again.. You gulped but soon spoke. "So uhh.. Alastor. Maybe we could go to the garden? Well I heard there's a garden around here somewhere.." You muttered while you eat your food.. Alastor hummed and spoke. "Why that's not a bad idea!" You smile slightly but soon see how different Alastor has been acting..

Soon they paid the food but Alastor mostly paid it. He insisted as they exit the cafe and went to find the garden. Once they arrived, the place is beautiful.. Way to beautiful for it to be in hell.. You both walk down the blooming flowers as you both talk about different topics.. Had a few laughs and chuckles. You have gone quite comfortable around Alastor then awkward.. Alastor seems to.. Have good time spending time with Y/n..he seems fond of you.. Every time you both talk he listens through your ranting and yaps. As he okes about few things. It was a nice feeling.

"Can't you believe it? Gosh.. Man.. Sometimes I miss being alive before I'm here.." "I could've agree with you more" you both laugh.. You glance at Alastor and notice how's his lookin at you.. His eyes are more.. Gentle? He looks vulnerable too.. And his smile.. His smile is..

Genuine.

It almost like you see a new side of Alastor.. Instead of his usual self.. You could see the fondness of his eyes as you blush and look away...Soon time went by as you both started walking away from the garden. It was now a peaceful silence as Alastor spoke. "Well my Dear, I have a splendid time talking with you. I hope we do this again in the future." Alastor says as You nodded your head. "Yeah, let's uhh.. Go out sometime?" You looked at him as he smiles.. But more genuine which makes your heart beat. "That would be wonderful, my dear."

You both arrived to the hotel and entered. He lead you to your room and spoke. "Well, I hope you have good night sleep my dear." You nodded and smile. "Yeah You too Alastor.. Well.. We'll see each other again?" "We will, darling". He soon gently grabbed you hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on it.. Your face turned slightly red at this gesture as Alastor soon stood still as he spoke. " good night, darling. " "good night Alastor.. See you again.

And with that, He left and you closed the door.. You feel butterflies in your stomach.. Your face is completely red as those roses you saw in the garden.. You couldn't forget the smile of his.. It's not sinister, there's no mockery. Just.. A genuine smile.. You smiles softly as you went to bed.. Hoping tomorrow.. You'll get to spend time with him.

⏤͟͟͞͞♥︎ The End⏤͟͟͞͞♥︎

Hi, hello. I'm back. Sorry I have not been active. And this is the longest One shot I have ever done. So now I will be finishing.. Other request. And hope it doesn't glitch.

But now, I'm going back to do my performance task, goodbye!

And uhh.. I guess happy valentines day?..

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HH Rewrite Related Post #01

Not too long ago I reblogged a post that involved some of the background characters in Hazbin Hotel because there's a few that I'd like to make into actual characters as they have potential to be something cool. Well, I finished the key information for what I came up with for the Siren Overlord and I'd like to share it! ________ [APPEARANCE]

[CURRENT NAME] 🞂 SCYLLA. 🞂 She hadn't chosen a new name for herself until after she had been in Hell for about 4 years as that's when she became an Overlord.

[FORMER NAME] 🞂 TANASHIRI DATUMOLOK. 🞂 Her first name means Sacred Lotus while her surname essentially means Natural Born Leader.

[D.O.B + D.O.D] 🞂 BORN JUNE 27TH, 1720. 🞂 DIED AUGUST 27TH, 1756. [AGE] 🞂 BIOLOGICALLY 36. 🞂 CHRONOLOGICALLY 304.

[GENDER & SEX] 🞂 FEMALE.

[ETHNICITY & NATIONALITY] 🞂 A FILIPINA WHO LIVED IN THE PHILIPPINES. 🞂 She never left the motherland until her passing forced her to.

[SOCIAL STATUS] 🞂 OVERLORD. 🞂 I'm still having her be a current Overlord in my rewrite cause I'm a sucker for her design. [OVERLORD SYMBOL/SIGNAL] 🞂 A LOTUS FLOWER. 🞂 This is both a reference to her original name along with being another reference to the Odyssey.

[CRIMES COMMITTED IN LIFE FROM LEAST OFFENSIVE TO MOST OFFENSIVE] 🞂 THEFT. 🞂 B&E (Breaking and Entering.) 🞂 TRAFFICKING OF ILLEGAL & STOLEN GOODS (Specifically treasures belonging to rich or wealthy conquistadors.) 🞂ESPIONAGE. 🞂 AGGRAVATED ASSAULT. 🞂 KIDNAPPING. 🞂 TORTURE. 🞂 MURDER. [SINS COMMITTED IN LIFE FROM LEAST TO GREATEST] 🞂 PRIDE 🞂 GREED 🞂 WRATH 🞂 ENVY [OVERLORD PROFESSION/THEME] 🞂 PRIDE'S #01 KILLING BUSINESS. 🞂 Ranging from run of the mill hitmen to top tier assassins, Scylla's got a wide selection of killers ready to get their hands dirty instead of yours! As long as the price is right (and you actually have the money), simply provide the target's name, time, and location so your killer knows when and where to be. And if you have something sick and twisted in mind, you can customize how your killer handles the process whether it be a specific murder plan to follow through or a more devious torture method before your target breathes their final breath! However, keep in mind that customization does cost extra.

[HOW SHE SECURED HER CONTRACTS] 🞂 PRIMARILY DUE TO DESPERATION. 🞂 Unlike many Overlords who fool demons into signing away their souls with false promises or clever wordplay, the demons that go to Scylla tend do so out of necessity. The majority of her vast catalog of killers were once demons who were either jobless or homeless. With nowhere else to go, they turned to her as a last resort to, financially, get their lives back on track. Her soul contracts offer good perks to the contractor as they get free healthcare should they get injured on the job, if they're homeless when signing their contract they're able to live in company's apartment complex until they get back on their feet, contractors only work four days out of the week, receive a bi-weekly income, etc.

[TERRITORY NAME] 🞂 ANG LUNGSOD NG SALUNGOS. 🞂 English Translation = The City of Urchins.

[CORE PERSONALITY TRAITS] 🞂 ADEPT. 🞂 ALERT. 🞂 AMBITIOUS (I feel like this is just a mandatory trait in order for a demon to become an Overlord.) 🞂 ANTIPATHETIC. 🞂 DARING. 🞂 DILIGENT. 🞂 PERSPICACIOUS. 🞂 RECLUSIVE. 🞂 RESOURCEFUL. 🞂 SELFISH. 🞂 SLY. 🞂 TENACIOUS. 🞂 THANKFUL. [RELATIONS TO OTHER OVERLORDS] 🞂 BARELY ANY. 🞂 She has little to no relations to any of the current Overlords on account of only appearing for mandatory/urgent meetings; the last of which happened back in The Great Depression. The Overlord she knows of and has spoken to the most is Zestial as the old(er) bastard has somehow managed to stick around. She's spoken to Rosie twice and has spoken to Alastor all of one time. What she knows about the current Overlords is through social media and whatever intel Zestial has to offer her but other than that she doesn't know them anywhere near on a personal level and vice versa which is exactly how she wants things to be.

________ I had a lot of fun creating Scylla's character (minus her design of course that credit goes to and belongs to Spindlehorse) sheet and I can't wait to share more stuff like this in the future! Thank you for reading and bye for now everyone!

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Reckless | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

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You attend the overlord meeting. It doesn’t go as planned because of course it wouldn’t.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Vox asked.

He was leaning against the foot of the bed as he watched you get ready for the meeting. You were sitting at the vanity and finishing smocking out your eyeshadow.

“I would really rather it be Velvette,” you said. “I do love you but I don’t trust you to keep your composure.”

“And she’s so level headed?”

“More so than you. At least with Da— Alastor.”

“I. . . Actually can’t disagree with you. But, speaking of heads, do you want me to pack up our exorcist guest?”

“No, but I do plan to talk to Camilla and Zestial afterwards. If anyone will know what happened, it would be one of them.”

“Okay. . . Are you sure—“

“Vox!”

“Alright,” Vox said, raising his hands up as he walked over to you, “I surrender.” He placed those hands on your shoulders and squeezed. “You know all you have to do is call me and I’ll be right there.”

You squeezed his hand. “I know.”

You gave him a kiss as you stood up. Your fingers on the bottom of his screen forced him to look at you when he opened his eyes. A little wave of electricity sparked between his antennae as his eyes opened.

“I’ll call if I need you.”

You saw a flicker of worry cross him before his face glitched for a second and it was gone.

“If that’s what you want.”

He kissed your hand. His fingers twisted your ring to make sure it was secure. He let you walk out.

“Hey,” Zeezi said with a bit of a chuckle in her voice as she shook the floor with her steps. She leaned down to as close to your height as she could and asked in a softer tone, “You okay, babes? I saw the broadcasts.”

“I’m here,” you said simply and she nodded.

Together the two of you walked into the meeting room.

You froze in place, breath quickening when you saw Alastor sitting next to Rosie. The two chatting, as though nothing had changed. As if time hadn’t passed.

“Psst,” Zeezi said.

You looked over and she beckoned you over to her. You sighed and shook your head, a small smile coming to your lips. You walked to her.

She patted her thigh. “Come sit with Missi Zeezi,” she said as she wiggled in her chair before settling. “Come on, Miss Thang.”

You took her outstretched hand and let her pull you into her lap. You nearly toppled backwards onto yourself from the slope that came with how she was forced to bend her knees but you managed to catch yourself. She laughed, a real booming one that vibrates her entire body. It was comforting.

You tail curled around her and wrapped around her own, a silent motion of thanks.

The tink of metal ballet shoes against the floor got everyone quiet. Still, you moved in Zeezi’s lap so you weren’t straddling her thigh and instead had your feet pointed towards the back of the room with your legs crossed. You settled just as Camilla came into the room.

“Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords,” Camilla began, “I’ve invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest.”

A light hissing and chattering noise accompanied the man clad in black and green as he moved into his seat.

“Zestial, so good to see you, my friend.”

“Enchanted as always, Camilla.”

Zestial summoned himself a cup and saucer and raised it to his lips. It was that motion that caused her to catch a glimpse of—

“Alastor?”

He smiled. You felt a snarl curl on your lips. Your hands in your lap balled into fists. You didn’t register the sting pain that should have been there when your claws dug into your skin.

“Yes, I know, I’ve been absent some time. I’m sure you’ve all been wondering,” he said.

Yes, yes, you had but if your husband wasn’t attending so he couldn’t make a scene then neither could you. You remained silent.

Zeezi’s claw gently worked its way between your hands. The feathers on her wrists softly brushed against your skin. You looked down to see blood beginning to spill over your palms.

She looked down at you with her brows furrowed, a silent question. You shook your head and waved her off. You licked your palm and her nose scrunched up at the sight.

“Not really, but welcome back in any case,” Camilla said.

It wasn’t the snap that caught you attention but barely audible sound of a radio crackling. You knew that crackle meant he was displeased. You licked your lips of the blood and smiled.

“This year’s extermination was brutal,” Camilla said, her accent thickening on her last word, “far more even than years passed. We have assessed that about sixteen percent of the population was lost. With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we—“

She was interrupted by the door slamming open to reveal Velvette. She was wearing a crop top, heigh waisted jeans, and a long jacket, rather reminiscent of the outfits she’d supplied your closet with not long ago.

“Yes, I’ve got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me? Really? Me?” she said into the phone. “That’s what I thought.”

She laughed as she leaned against her chair. “Yes, I know, they’re all a joke.” She quickly corrected herself when she saw your disapproving look, “‘Cause they’re all just so damn funny. Especially, your sweet darling vixen.”

She rolled her eyes, “I just got here, Vee. What do you want me to do? Already have a goddamn list of every notable expression? Uh-huh, yeah. You’ve got you little ring. You’ll know if somethings wrong. Of course, we will. Thank you, Vee.” She puckered her lips together several times, “Kisses, darling!”

She fell back into her chair.

“Nice of you to join us, Velvette,” Camilla said. “Will Vox be joining us?”

“No! He’s got better shit to do than be in the company of outdated technology that thinks it’s relevant,” Velvette said. “I’m here to represent.”

She held up her phone and made a pointed look at Alastor who’s gums briefly showed before his lips fell into the normal smile he often had. He sat back in his chair. A quick moment where your eyes met, and then it was gone.

Zeezi’s tail squeezed yours softly.

“So, as I was saying, we need to discuss—“ Velvette’s hand shot up. You looked at her, eyes flaring open in warning but she ignored it. “Yes?”

“On the subject of discussion.”

Velvette pulled out an exorcist head and threw it onto the table. The slightly congealed blood was still liquid enough to drip onto the table.

“Oooh, shit!” Zeezi said as she sat up, carefully moving you with her.

Alastor also leaned forward. “Oh, tasty.”

‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed to Velvette.

‘Showing daddy who’s boss’ she mouthed back.

“Where did you get this?” Camilla asked.

“Vox found it during extermination day,” Velvette said simply. “If these holy rollers can be killed, the game has changed.” She jumped up onto the table. “We can take the fight to them. Vox and I have come up with a full assault plan.”

Loud sipping interrupted Velvette for which you were grateful. Zestial slurred from his teacup with intent, making all eyes go to him.

“If it be true thee and thy colleague desire to war with such meager proof, thou art far more foolish than I be thought,” Zestial said.

Velvette scoffed, “‘Meager proof’? It’s a dead fucking exorcist. I’d say that’s pretty fucking definitive. You going blind, old man?

You felt your entire body tense.

“Velvette,” you said between gritted teeth.

“We know not how this perished,” Zestial said. “Mayhaps it was not by a demon’s hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing, mighten they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising.”

Even with the words of agreement, you didn’t untense.

“It could happen.”

You hands began to curl again but you relaxed them.

“Oh, I get it,” Velvette said. You slipped out of Zeezi’s grip. “So grandpa is too pussy to fight so I guess there’s no point, right?”

“What’s the matter, fossil?”

“Velvette!”

“Too senile to make a real power grab?”

“You better show some respect!” Camilla yelled as she got in Velvette’s face. “Check your behavior! No one speaks to Zestial that way!”

You motioned a hand towards Camilla. She backed down, placing the problem in your hands.

“Did you expect them to sit back and take your insolent, brazen display?” you asked.

Velvette took a step away with a mixture of betrayal and confusion written across her doll-like features.

“I know you feel special and I hate to break the news but we can’t afford to lose. There’s too many people here that’d rather live in fear. This has to be a calculated attack, not just one random act,” you said.

You heard Alastor’s chuckle. You whipped around to him. “You showed no respect! Didn’t check your behavior! Did you think it’d be okay? That no one would notice your little va-cay?!

“Left all your souls unwatched and unsupervised. Leaving them vulnerable to heaven’s all seeing eyes. Not all of them are here. You didn’t shed a tear. Could have prevented it. Not like you have a shit. Your people were dying! They were out crying! Had you not been reckless, they wouldn’t be breakfast.

“Let me say this right here, we’re all beyond our years. Too old for this drama. Can’t just do what we wanna. Don’t forget that Heaven’s eyes can probably see our afterlives. We’ve got to be patient. Can’t act fucking brazen. Understand this arrangement. We’ll all be effected so show some respect and don’t be reckless.”

Camilla placed her hand on your shoulder. “Thank you,” she said softly. “As always, even in moments of frustration you remain well spoken.

“Velvette, your information will be taken into consideration. However, as said, this cannot be a random act. We must have all the information, including how this angel died. Does anyone here have information they’d like to share?”

Camilla looked around the room. Her daughters’ eyes didn’t meet hers and though she looked at people, you noticed hers didn’t either.

“Then we have nothing more to discuss,” Camilla said. “Due to high emotions, I believe it best we adjourn this meeting and come back to discuss in some weeks time. Perhaps there will be more information to share then. Until then, this meeting is over.”

“Whatever,” Velvette said as she gave the finger and stormed out.

Camilla walked out of the room quickly. Your head turned that way as your shoulders slumped.

“Zestial,” you said with an unspoken request.

He didn’t respond verbally but he bowed his head and followed Camilla. Everyone else slowly began to filter the room.

“Do you want me to stay, girlie?” Zeezi asked when it was just you, her, and Alastor left.

You shook your head.

“Alright then,” she said as she got up. “You know where to find me if you need some drinks after.”

The room was silent for several long moments. Neither one of you knew what to do, what to say.

Your ears flickered back as you took a steadying breath. “I know we’re twisted but I didn’t think your screws went so loose. Maybe you missed it, but I’ve always cared about you. Thought that you did too. Mad that you acted so reckless. Think maybe I’d expect this.”

You couldn’t look at him as you continued, “Here’s my sorry to me. Guess you never gave a shit. Maybe I should’ve seen it.”

Your face began to prickle. Your eyes and nose burned. “Fuck, why am I crying? Not like you were really dying.”

“Let me explain,” Alastor said as he stood from his seat. “I never meant to cause you this pain. I made a promise I try to keep. It pains me to see you weep.”

You flinched away from his attempt to touch, his hands having gone to try and stroke your hair. A familiar act. “Do you really think I’d be so quick to forgive? Especially after you’ve been allusive?!”

You turned to look at him. “So go on, tell me something true. I’m done being lied to. Spit it all out, knock that smile off your mouth. Let’s see what it’s been about; Why you’ve been so reckless. Let’s get some directness or will you be respectless?”

Alastor didn’t speak. His smile went small. His ears pinned themselves against his head in what seemed like a mockery of your own.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said, voice going weak. “I’m done with this ‘talk.’”

Vox had been staring at your vitals the entire time. He took note of every time your heart rate spiked. The camera he’d placed on Velvette could only do so much when she wasn’t by your side, looking at what you were like he would if he’d been there with you.

“Velvette,” he growled under his breath when she brought out the angel head.

Maybe he should have gone. Surely a battle between him and Alastor would be more effective than this. At least you’d get to see the man who brought you pain get bloodied instead of getting a new reason to worsen your migraine.

When Velvette slammed the door as she entered, he didn’t even flinch. He had turned off her camera as soon as you were no longer in sight and the microphone no longer picked up what you were saying.

“Ungrateful brat!”

Oh, that got his attention.

He whipped around, eye swirling, and his voice coming out distorted, “What did you just say?”

“Your little toy decided to fuck up my entire plan and everyone, even you, got a front row fucking seat!” Velvette screeched as she threw down the camera that Vox had planted on her. She squished it with her shoe.

Vox laughed but he wasn’t amused. “Let me make something very clear, Velvette, you are not to talk about my wife in that manner. My wife, who— mind you— has been an overlord longer than you’ve been alive! Did you even think that maybe there was a reason I told you to leave the fucking head in her goddamn weapons’ room?!”

“Well, maybe I would’ve done it if you told me why!”

“You didn’t need to know and it’s for exactly this reason!” Vox took a deep breath. “You were supposed to sit still and listen. That’s all you had to do, Velvette—“

“And you couldn’t do that instead?” Velvette challenged.

“I’ve known Alastor for nearly seventy years,” Vox said. “We have a history and most of it involves fighting. You’ve known him for not even ten and you’ve interacted with him a grand total of fourteen times excluding today. One would think that you’d be able to keep your composure which is the entire point of you going to the meeting in the first place. How many times have I made you go to a meeting?”

Velvette didn’t answer. Instead she looked away from him.

“Don’t be a child,” he said, his voice glitching once again and his eyes spiraling. “How many times have I made you go to an overlord meeting? Answer me!”

“None!”

“And the one time I do, you fuck it up! I know you feel like you’re invincible, but know your place,” Vox gritted from his teeth. “You only got here because of us. Act like it!”

Velvette glared at Vox. Then she stormed away.

Vox panted for a moment. His fists clenched. He turned to look at your vitals. He calmed when he saw they were normal.

He watched them for the rest of the night. Watched as they would slightly spike occasionally before going into a slightly faster but steady rhythm.

Vox didn’t even flinch when he opened his eyes as you appeared on his lap. Your breath reeked of alcohol.

“I love you,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He sighed and finally relaxed. “I love you too.”

He rested his head against your curls. One hand went to rest above your heart. The other carefully embraced your tail as it curled up his arm. His claws held the fur in a gentle grip.

You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. Your ears tickled his screen as they flickered.

“I wanna go to bed,” you said.

“We can do that.”

He got up. His arms were beneath you to support your weight. He carried you to the bedroom. Before he closed the door he whistled.

You groaned. He chuckled. “Sorry, doll.”

Vark came running into the bedroom. Vox closed the door with his foot.

He sat you on the bed and pulled off your shirt. He unclipped your bra. He slipped off your shoes and your pants followed. He then undressed himself as you pulled at the blankets.

He saddled up beside you. You quickly curled onto his chest. He patted the bed and Vark jumped up. The shark curled up against your back.

“I love you,” you said as you began to doze.

“I love you too,” he said.

As soon as the words came from your mouth he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear them and it only slipped due to the alcohol, “Don’t leave me.”

His chest tightened. His heart shattered at those three little words.

He placed one hand atop yours and squeezed it. His other pulled you even closer to him.

“Never, doll,” he promised. “I’ll never leave you.”

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[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 20/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 21, PART 22

Like ketchup. Slowly then all at once.

Radioapple!

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Lucifer still feels like he's underwater, floating where the current takes him. He thinks he's dreaming because his eyes refuse to open all the way.

At least he isn't burning anymore.

It's mostly quiet, the only sound he can hear is the sloshing of the water.

It's calm. He doesn't know how long has it been since he's been calm in the quiet without company.

Once in a while though, he hears voices. The waves carry them in weird intervals and he tries very hard to think who is talking.

'You'll be okay, Luci.'

'I'll do everything to make you comfortable and back to full health.'

'AN HONOR TO SERVE YOU, SIRE. DO GET BETTER. I SHALL GIVE YOU THE BEST SERVANT THE GOETIA CAN PROVIDE.'

'Big bro, if you wake up now, I'll give you a lifetime supply of my juice!'

'Okay fine, I'll change Looloo Land's name fo real, yeah?'

'You need to meet Fizzie still, Luci.'

'Don't worry sir! I didn't touch a single duck in your room when I cleaned it. No more bugs though!'

'Zestial and I give our deepest gratitude in behalf of the overlords, Your Majesty.'

'Charlie is a fast learner.'

'Oh, Your Majesty, do wake up. I don't think I can take any more of Alastor's not-rambling. I love me some romance but whooowee, a woman has her limits, yknow!'

'I don't think I can eva' thank ya enough fo' setting me free, short king.'

'Pretty badass, your kingness.''

'I want to get to know you still sir.'

'Darling, do come back to me now. I miss you so. And do not listen to any of Rosie's lies.'

'Dad, please wake up. I need you.'

The last voice caused the calm waters to turn into a whirlpool and he feels himself being pulled down. A bright light appears in front of him, illuminating the deep, dark waters. And for a moment, just a moment, he thinks- no it couldn't be;

He reaches out a hand to touch but as soon as it did, he was propelled to the surface.

Lucifer wakes up slowly and then all at once. The King blinks in confusion and trying to get his eyesight to clear. A blurry figure of white is the first to greet him; no face but it's smiling?

'Father?'

Charlie: Dad!

Huh?

Lucifer: Charlie?

He winces at the state of his voice. Did he scream himself sore? He tries remembering what happened and-

The roots.

Roo.

A ritual.

Charlie.

Hell.

Sloth.

Goodie.

The deal.

A prophecy.

A sudden pain stabbed his head which caused him to groan.

Lucifer: Shit!

He forces himself to sit up just to relieve it a little. A rubbing hand on his back grounds him a bit. Looking up, he came face-to-face with his daughter. His sweet, lovely, Charlie.

Charlie: Woah, Dad. Take it easy. Here have water and some pain meds. Aunt Bel left it here just in case.

He doesn't need to be told twice as he took the pill, noting the bitter taste in his mouth. Pride be damned (ha! get it?), he just wants the pain to go away.

Charlie is still fussing and talking a million miles per hour and Lucifer doesn't have the heart to make her stop even though his head is about to split in half.

Maybe Charlie will forgive him if he snaps right now. Thankfully that doesn't happen as a new person comes to enter his room.

Alastor: Charlie, dear, I think your father would appreciate a quieter room.

Charlie: - Oh, Al! Right! Sorry, dad.

Lucifer: It's okay, applepie. Can you also dim the lights a bit?

Alastor: Charlie, might I ask of you to get food for your father? There should be some leftovers still.

Charlie: O-oh I- Sure, Al! Be right back, dad!

As soon as she left, Alastor moves to Lucifer's bedside. Lucifer follows his movements and only then does the King realize the insane amount of flowers taking up every space in his room. And then he realized that Alastor has some in his hands too.

Lucifer: What's all this?

Alastor: Why, tokens from your loved ones and dearest citizens. These ones are of mine.

The Radio Demon points at the golden Marigolds. Lucifer observes the other flowers and sees that every bunch has atleast a few Marigolds tucked in them.

Did.. did Alastor put them there so he could have the most flowers given? What a possessive bastard.

His endearment must be obvious in his face because Alastor huffed- freaking huffed!

Alastor: Whatever you are thinking, it is simply nonsense.

Lucifer puts his hands up in a mock surrender.

Lucifer: I didn't say anything.

Alastor: Good.

Alastor can be so cute when he wants (or not want?) to be. His lover? partner? Yeah, partner, sits down by his side, letting Lucifer lean onto his shoulder.

He's not soft like Lilith but Lucifer feels just as content. The sin of Pride stares at his arms that is now covered in runes he doesn't understand, no longer just plain black. Roo really did a number on him- her powers were far too strong it basically altered his appearance. He's more demon now than he was ever an angel. He doesn't know how to feel about that.

Alastor: Some things are to be discussed, right, Your Majesty?

Lucifer: Mmm. Yeah. But- I can't. Not right now. I'm not sure if I can.

Alastor: That's alright, mon ange. We are not in a hurry. We have our afterlife.

Lucifer bites his lip and holds Alastor's hands in guilt. This is a burden he must carry himself. What's inside him... it would be more dangerous if anyone else knew, especially Heaven. It's better to think of it as a wild card than a ticking time bomb.

Alastor hums a tune that makes him sleepy again. He doesn't remember falling asleep but he does vaguely recall being laid down again. He remembers a feeling of a kiss on his forehead, something brushing his cheek and moving his hair.

A nice calm before the storm.

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Charlie took so long cos she wanted to heat it up but the microwave is missing?? (Alastor's doing)

Next chapter, Luci will wake again and have a talk with Charlie

Just wanted to get some Radioapple in there.

[celtrist]

Is there anything that will cause lapses in the obsession curse? Not necessarily breaking it outright, just hitting 'pause' on it for an hour or so. How would those affected by it take the realization that their feelings aren't genuine?

I don't think there would be any pauses exactly, or at least it would occur very rarely and be pretty brief. I initially saw it as a proximity thing, but that idea went out the window when I remember characters like Vox and Vaggie who are obsessed even when Alastor isn't around them. With that said, I also don't imagine it as a constant 24/7 hyper-obsession with most of the characters really. They certainly still have lives outside of Alastor and are able to function without solely focusing on him constantly. Charlie is able to still focus on redeeming other sinners with activities even with Alastor in the room with her. She might try to keep close to him or hold hands, but it's not like her attention solely goes to him when he just walks in necessarily, at least not outwardly. Having everyone just constantly be as obsessed as possible with him would make Hell pretty geared towards Alastor specifically, which isn't the case at all (at least right now).

This isn't Alastor's personal Hell AU (which personal hell AU which distorts each character's perspectives to act like everything is torture specifically catered to them is an interesting idea that I might play around with in the future), this au is still the same canon that happens to give Alastor a curse as a punishment to him and happens to affect others. But Hell's economy isn't suddenly centered around him. And there are some characters who are aware something's up, but they just don't connect that they're feelings are necessarily false or their actions wrong. Vaggie is a good example simply on the basis that she's only interested in girls, so to suddenly be interested in a man makes her feel something is up. Especially since Vaggie seems like she'd be observant enough to notice everyone else feeling the same. However, her love (and hate) for Alastor seems to genuine to herself and not something fake. She knows something is off, but she can't pinpoint it or connect it to her obsession with Alastor. Especially since it's not like she still doesn't love Charlie all of a sudden and vice-versa. And I've noticed most being on some level of agreement of a character like Husk just being aware and fitting the puzzle pieces together that his feelings might not be true. However, the feelings feel genuine enough so they're not gonna fight it. It's kinda like candy where you know it's not good for you, but you're eating it anyways because it's gonna make you happy.

But the characters don't have any sort of downtime to acknowledge that their feelings and actions are out of character for them. Like, Rosie at no point is really feeling like she did anything wrong with getting Alastor sick. Angel at no point is feeling guilty over drugging Alastor up. The "downtime" doesn't ease the obsession away as much as allows them to do other things with their lives if that makes sense?

However, I do sort of like the idea that, and depending on the character, they do have that confused pause where it feels like their in water and not quite sure what they're doing or how they really feel about Alastor. It just would be a rare and/or short occurrence. Hopefully that makes sense? Short and simple of it: there's never really a pause button as much as an intensity meter for it I guess. They're always obsessed with him, but they are able to have a life outside of him to some degree depending on the character, even if he's just frequently on the mind.

As for how the characters would react? I mean horrified by their actions come to mind. Rosie certainly would feel immense guilt. Charlie would feel very disheartened about it. Angel Dust would be in denial. Vox would... w-well I don't think his feelings would change to be honest but he would still be that bike fall meme and blame Alastor despite him having no say with the curse. Same with Valentino to a degree because lust is lust for him, but I think he'd be angry that Alastor essentially clouds his mind since Valentino is the type to like to be in control for the most part. As odd as it sounds, I think Lucifer would be the one to "break out of it" the most (he's devil from bible after all) and while the first time would send him reeling, the next few times it happens I imagine he's getting to work trying to remove the curse. Not necessarily for Alastor's sake, but just because it's affecting everyone around him with thoughts and feelings not their own. Vaggie would be the same as Vox, but where Vox blindly blames, Vaggie would acknowledge that Alastor doesn't want it any more than anyone else does. Mimzy is a bit harder to pin down how she'd react considering we don't know much about her character aside from surface-level stuff, but I'd assume she'd also feel conflicted and maybe even denial over it. Not sure on that one.

Maybe there's some sort of event that occurs in the timeline of the AU where the curse ceases for EVERYONE for a limited time and gives everyone time to reflect and Alastor to experience what it would be like to NOT be the object of everyone's affections. I dunno though, I'm still a tad iffy on the idea of the curse "pausing" as it were, but I also don't think it'd be necessarily impossible to happen.

Hope that all made sense, I suck at explaining things sometimes

[mage-ical-character-person]

You know I was wondering what the heck the Vees thought they were talking about when they mention a power vacuum in their bit of the song in The Show Must Go On. Like what are these idiots hoping to accomplish?

and I just now realized.

They say “Overlords hanging by a thread”. “Overlords” plural. Which is weird, because that would mean they’re not just talking about Alastor, but the battle was entirely focused on the hotel.

The only other Overlords even slightly involved are Rosie and Carmilla. So let’s take a look at that for a second! Both of them put a lot of resources into the battle, even if they weren’t present for it themselves.

First of all: Rosie

Rosie’s entire population was sent to the battle. When she’s talking to Charlie before Charlie’s first attempt at her speech, Rosie says

“I can’t exactly command all of Cannibal Town to follow someone else into battle”

“This group sticks together, so in order to convince any of them, you’ll need to convince all of them”

So it seems pretty clearly implied that all of Rosie’s Cannibals were sent into battle. We know that some of them perished, and more were probably injured, which would probably leave Rosie at least a little vulnerable. We don’t know exactly how many Cannibals were lost, and saying she’s “hanging by a thread” seems like a stretch, but the event likely did set her back, and her Cannibals will need time to recover.

I do also feel like the fact that they all ate angel meat will have some sort of effect. Not sure what kind, but angel blood glows and it seems like there would be some weird properties there. Not sure if it’s good or bad.

Either way, Rosie loosing some of her Cannibals would leave her more vulnerable than usual after the battle, even if only slightly. And her association with Alastor means Vox probably has beef with her, so it makes some sense for the Vees to see this as an opening, especially coupled with Alastor being injured and, at the time, missing. He wouldn’t be able to provide Rosie with much backup in that state. (Alastor’s back now and pretending to be fine but I doubt that.) Having both of them in a weakened state at the same time is probably unheard of.

And with how weird Vox is about Alastor, targeting Rosie to mess with him is something I could see happening. I don’t know if that would go well for the Vees, because we haven’t seen what Rosie is capable of, and we haven’t seen much of what Vox is really capable of when facing off against anyone other than Alastor, who has a talent for making Vox act stupider than usual.

Then we have Carmilla, and her case is very interesting, because while she only provided weapons for the battle, that’s still a big investment of resources. Angelic steel is very, very hard to come by in hell, and she provided quite a lot of weapons. While she’ll probably get a good number of them back, there’s a bigger issue here.

Carmilla’s business and by extension her status as an Overlord relies on selling weapons made with angelic steel. Carmilla gets angelic steel from weapons left behind during exterminations.

and uh

Yeah I’m not sure how that’s gonna go for her. Cause it seems like her supply of the materials she needs to stay in her position of power just got cut off completely. Especially since Heaven now knows that leaving behind weapons is what provides the only method of killing angels. After Adam’s death I really don’t think they’re making that mistake again.

So Carmilla seems to be on a track that leads to her power dwindling as she runs out of resources. Sure, she can just work in dealing normal weapons with high craftsmanship, but without her claim to fame of selling weapons that can permanently kill, she will lose a lot of power and influence.

I’m sure Velvette will enjoy that.

Overall, though, while I still think the Vees are dumb and impulsive and biting off more than they can chew… their part of the Finale song makes just a little more sense to me now. Three Overlords in weakened states might leave them some sort of opening.

They really shouldn’t mess with Alastor, though, because not only does Vox lose all logical thought around him, but Charlie considers Alastor a friend by this point. And she is the Princess of Hell, and very protective of her friends. Though she probably wouldn’t hurt the Vees unless she absolutely had to. She’s definitely not a fighter except in extreme circumstances. Katie Killjoy notwithstanding.

[ficdumper]

Hey there! So I heard that you doing requests so I decided to ask for one! It would be male reader x Rosie, where the reader is a psychotic murderer who's just in the hotel for the free room and is usually a nuisance, but when Rosie comes to visit one day he goes all silent and shy and she finds him super adorable so she keeps coming back. It can be head cannons and it would be romantic fluff.

Rosie x m!reader

Type: one-shot, headcanons

Relationship: romantic

Tags: fluff

Warnings: mentions blood and murder

You, just like all the other sinners in the Pride ring, were here for a reason. Or, reasons. For some it was an ice cream stolen when they were 5, for others - alcohol and robbery.

For you, though?

Murder.

Lots of it.

You've always been quie a creative person when it came to death, your own didn't change it. It just meant you could get more creative and stop hiding it.

Your first years in hell (or has it been centuries) were pretty much the same: kill, cause chaos, annoy some overlords, kill and so on. It was becoming a little too repetitive. So, when you heard about Hazbin hotel, you decided to check it out. It seemed quite an easy deal: you show some of your less bloody qualities and you get to stay there for free. Sounds like a dream, right?

Well, not completely. Charlie's sweeter than sugar meetings and not being allowed to torture whoever you liked there didn't seem very nice. But a big plus, besides free housing, was that you managed to befriend Alastor, or at least become a close acquaintance.

Was it a big surprise? To other residents, probably. To you, however? No way. Both of you could be described as psycophats, curses, menaces and every other "compliment". But your bloody styles still had some differences. While Alastor was more formal and quite careful, even a little elegant in his own twisted way, you were more unpredictable and chaotic.

It wasn't just with murder. You quickly git a reputation for pulling some unexpected pranks. Let's just say, you're a master at giving others heart attacks.

One day Alastor thought it would be interesting to show his best friend Rosie the hotel. And that's what resulted in our current situation: you were so bewitched from the moment you saw the elegant cannibal that you walked into a wall so hard you got a nose bleed (and who can blame you?)

When Rosie sees it, she asks if you're alright and wipes the blood off your face. You can't do anything besides letting her and admiring her up close. Her dark eyes, her neat elegant hair, her perfect smile...

Your thoughts may be beautiful, but from the side you looked like an entranced zombie staring at Rosie with a slightly opened mouth. 'Now, we don't want you to choke on a fly' she says before gently closing your mouth with her hand, while a gentle smile adorned her face.

That made you shut down completely. Usually you would make a comeback or bite off the hand, but now you were nothing like that. Who knew that someone could bring down a murderous psychopath to his knees with just a smile and a few words?

Even when you were covered in blood and unable to say anything, she couldn't help but think 'Cutie~'

She wouldn't mind getting to know you closer, what a bloody pleasure ❤️

She quickly gets interested in you, but it takes more time for her to actually develop romantic feelings

You quickly intrigue her, especially how someone as bloody and murderous like you can be so adorable and romantic

You two give off Morticia and Gomez vibes, you can fight me on this

She sometimes teases you for blushing and/or stuttering around her. She can't help but find you adorable

You two would develop a tradition of meeting up in the Cannibal Town for some tea and snacks

Since both of you can get quite bloody, she would invite you to her Emporium to try out some body parts. Definitely learns your favourites

Someone: why are you two together?

Rosie: he makes me laugh

Reader, covered in blood: •⩊•🔪

A/N: The photos aren't mine, found them on Pinterest

Thanks for your request, I had fun with it😊✨