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david-talks-sw · 3 months ago

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Debunking myths in the GFFA: Luke Skywalker isn't the One True Jedi™ and doesn't "reject the Jedi teachings."

The myth:

Luke's Jedi mentors - trained to be dispassionate and mission-driven - callously tell him to let his friends die in service of a greater cause.

"In The Empire Strikes Back, Luke becomes Yoda's Padawan, and there are echoes of Anakin's training and the dilemmas he faced. Like Anakin, Luke is told he is too old to begin the training. Like Anakin, he has a vision of his loved ones suffering in captivity, and receives cold advice from Yoda, who tells him to sacrifice Han and Leia if he honors what they fight for." - Jason Fry, “Family Tradition; Rejecting the Jedi Teachings” Star Wars Insider #130, 2012

The intended narrative:

The Jedi are actually right on all points. Luke isn't ready or fully trained and he's arrogantly letting his emotions rule him and rushing into danger. By ignoring them, Luke gets himself into a spot of trouble that actually jeopardizes the lives of the very friends he tried to help, as they now need to rescue him.

“It’s pivotal that Luke doesn’t have patience. He doesn’t want to finish his training. He’s being succumbed by his emotional feelings for his friends rather than the practical feelings of “I’ve got to get this job done before I can actually save them. I can’t save them, really.” But he sort of takes the easy route, the arrogant route, the emotional but least practical route, which is to say, “I’m just going to go off and do this without thinking too much.” And the result is that he fails and doesn’t do well for Han Solo or himself.”

“Luke is making a critical mistake in his life of going after- to try to save his friends when he’s not ready. There’s a lot being taught here about patience and about waiting for the right moment to do whatever you’re going to do.”

“Luke is in the process of going into an extremely dangerous situation out of his compassion— Without the proper training, without the proper thought, without the proper foresight to figure out how he’s gonna get out of it. His impulses are right, but his methodology is wrong.”

The myth:

The Jedi want Luke to repress his feelings and kill his father, to destroy the Sith, their religious enemies. As emotionally-detached Jedi, it is inconceivable that a Sith would come back from the Dark Side, and thus wrongly believe that the only solution is to kill Vader.

"It's easy to miss that Luke disagrees sharply with his Jedi teachers about what to do. Obi-Wan and Yoda have trained Luke and push him toward a second confrontation with Vader. He is, they believe, the Jedi weapon that will destroy both Vader and the Emperor. When Luke insists there is still good in Vader, Obi-Wan retorts that "he's more machine than man-twisted and evil." When Luke says he can't kill his own father, Obi-Wan despairs, "Then the Emperor has already won." But Obi-Wan could not be more wrong. It is precisely because Luke can't kill his own father that he defeats the Sith." - Jason Fry, Star Wars Insider #130, 2012

The intended narrative:

The Jedi never tell Luke to "kill" his father. That's just a fact.

They tell him to "confront" and "face" him.

Their bottom line is that Vader and the Emperor need to be stopped.

If Luke can manage to do so without killing his father, that's great.

"In Jedi the film is really about the redemption of this fallen angel. Ben is the fitting good angel, and Vader is the bad angel who started off good. All these years Ben has been waiting for Luke to come of age so that he can become a Jedi and redeem his father. That's what Ben has been doing, but you don't know this in the first film." - Star Wars: The Annotated Screenplays, 1998

(credit to @writerbuddha for finding the above quote)

The problem is: Darth Vader has a track record of murdering loved ones who refuse to kill him. Be it his wife...

... his father/brother...

... and if you're going by Canon, his little sister.

As such, there's a very strong chance that Vader might do the same to his son as well.

“A Jedi can’t kill for the sake of killing. The mission isn’t for Luke to go out and kill his father and get rid of him. The issue is, if he confronts his father again, he may, in defending himself, have to kill him, because his father will try to kill him.” - 1981 story conference, from The Making of Return of the Jedi

Now, as the last Jedi left, the fate of the galaxy rests entirely on Luke's shoulders.

If he dies, then the galaxy and its billions of inhabitants are doomed to live in a tyrannical dictatorship forever.

“He knows a confrontation is brewing between Luke and his father. Ben hopes Luke will either save his father or kill him, because whatever extra powers Luke's got in his lineage, he is the one person that can probably fight his father and win.” - The Star Wars Archives: 1977-1983, 2018

There's a time for talking things through... and a time to do your duty. Above all else, a Jedi's duty is to end conflict.

Obi-Wan was once tasked with this same duty.

And while he managed to weaken Vader considerably (thus avoiding the catastrophe of a full-powered Vader being unleashed onto the galaxy)... because of his attachment, he failed to kill Vader.

Twice, if you include the Kenobi show.

(A show which, per Pablo Hidalgo, is one of George Lucas' favorite recent Star Wars projects, a tidbit that doesn't surprise me one bit considering how much the series perfectly aligns with what Lucas said about Star Wars (see here, here and here))

Point being: because Ben failed his duty, the galaxy suffered for it.

Luke is now in danger of doing the same.

If he's unable to end the conflict in a peaceful way, then Luke needs to be ready to do so in a more permanent manner. Because while Luke has qualms about killing his father, there's a very big chance that the feeling won't be mutual.

So Luke isn't rejecting his teachers' orders to kill Vader. He's saying he's unable to confront Vader altogether, because he'll be half-assing the task. In the (very likely) worst case scenario where reasoning with Vader fails, Luke is concerned he won't be able to follow-through and do what he must.

Further, there's also a worse outcome to Luke dying: Luke joining the Dark Side and becoming yet another asset of the Emperor, more dangerous than Vader himself.

It's thus essential that Luke steel himself and mask his emotions, because the Emperor is a master manipulator who'll likely attempt to corrupt Luke via the strong emotions he has for his friends.

Obi-Wan is not telling Luke to repress his emotions. On the contrary, he acknowledges that these feelings do Luke credit. But the fact remains that when your opponent can jiu-jitsu those feelings against you and your friends, you need to keep a poker face.

And judging by how close the Sith Lords come to seducing Luke to the Dark Side...

... that advice is completely on point.

The myth:

"It isn't Jedi teachings that save the galaxy, but bonds the Jedi tried to forbid - such as the love of a father for his son, and a son for his father. Emotional attachments, in other words." - Jason Fry, Star Wars Insider #130, 2012

The intended narrative:

In Return of the Jedi, Luke isn't doing anything different than what other Jedi have done.

He does his best to avoid lethal force unless he deems that it is necessary (see his fight against Jabba's hostile forces).

He sacrifices himself for the greater good and let himself be captured, in order to allow the mission to be carried out.

He tries to reason with his enemy, hoping to avoid conflict.

He spares his enemy, showing mercy.

That's all standard Jedi stuff. We've seen other Jedi do all those things, both in the films and The Clone Wars.

If that isn't enough, just look at how Lucas describes what Jedi normally do (left), versus what Luke does in Return of the Jedi (right):

See what I mean? There’s pretty much no difference.

In Lucas' narrative, Luke isn’t “better than” or “rejecting the teachings” of the Jedi who came before him. He’s following the Jedi path. And he's really good at doing so.

Because this idea that Luke "rejects the teachings" makes no sense! They're Lucas' teachings. He agrees with the Jedi, they're the mouthpieces he uses to deliver the audience his own values.

Lucas having his main character do something he'd ideologically disagree with is something that doesn't make sense.

And part of this confusion comes from a misunderstanding of the word "attachment", in Star Wars.

It doesn't mean "emotional attachments" or "feelings" or "affection." It comes from the Buddhist principle of non-attachment.

It's not about depriving yourself of relationships or affection, it's about accepting that everything comes and goes and letting go of those very things you hold on to, when the time comes.

Lucas makes a distinction in his discourse between attachment and compassion.

"The whole idea of the movie, ultimately is that you have the Light Side and the Dark Side. The Light Side is compassion, which means you care about other people. The Dark Side is you care only about yourself. And you are obsessed with yourself. Getting your pleasure and getting all your stuff. The other one, you give it to everybody. You give goodness and health to everybody else. So the issue of love... there’s a line between loving somebody compassionately and caring about them and helping them. But the other line is not to be greedy or... once you are greedy then you get fearful. You don’t want to lose what it is you have that you are getting. So you have to learn to give up everything. And ultimately for a Jedi Knight, it’s very easy to give up." - Celebration V, Main Event, 2010

In-universe, this is something Anakin knew the theory of, but never really applied all that much.

Luke on the other hand, was able to learn the lesson and apply it.

Speaking in Lucas lingo, it's not Luke's attachment that makes him spare Vader. It's his compassion. And in turn, that compassion inspires Vader to do the same.

"It really has to do with learning. Children teach you compassion. They teach you to love unconditionally. Anakin can’t be redeemed for all the pain and suffering he’s caused. He doesn’t right the wrongs, but he stops the horror. The end of the Saga is simply Anakin saying, ‘I care about this person, regardless of what it means to me. I will throw away everything that I have, everything that I have grown to love - primarily the Emperor - and throw away my life, to save this person. And I’m doing this because he has faith in me, loves me despite all the horrible things I’ve done. I broke his mother’s heart, but he still cares about me, and I can’t let that die.’" - The Making of Revenge of The Sith; page 221

Or, to put things more simply:

Attachment (selfish love), is what makes Anakin do this:

Compassion (selfless love), is what makes Luke do this:

Now, could Lucas have made his narrative more explicit, to avoid confusion? Maybe.

But I think it's also fair to point the finger at the biggest cause of these muddied waters:

Simply put, the Expanded Universe (the Star Wars books, novels and games that spun out of the films) established new lore elements that didn't necessarily align with Lucas' vision of things. Namely:

Jedi can get married, and Luke marries Mara Jade.

Jedi can begin their training as adults, and Luke takes on many apprentices that are already adults.

When considering George's minimal involvement in the development of EU stories, it's easy to see why these plot points were allowed to come through.

But when he made the Prequels, his headcanons came to light and the above plot points needed to be retconned.

George Lucas' narrative:

"Nope. You can't be a Jedi and be married."

This isn't actually coming out of left field.

When Timothy Zahn asked for Luke and Mara to be married or engaged, back in 1993, Lucasfilm initially vetoed the idea.

And over the years, Lucas and other Lucasfilm employees have made it it clear that "Luke getting married" did not align with his vision (so much so that it's a plot point in Attack of the Clones).

So the question becomes: why can't Jedi get married?

It's about commitment.

Simply put: you can't have two marriages. Eventually, your commitment to one of them will falter and you'll ruin them both. A Jedi is already married to the cause and to the Order.

If they want to get married, they have to leave the Jedi.

"One of the things [the Jedi] give up is marriage. They can still love people. But they can’t possess them. They can’t own them. They can’t demand that they do things. They have to be able to accept the fact, one, their mortality, that they are going to die. And not worry about it. That the loved ones they have, everything they love is going to die and they can’t do anything about it. I mean they can protect them as you would ordinarily protect, you know, ‘Get out of the way of that car.’ Somebody charges you with a gun, you knock the gun out, but there is an inevitability to life which is death and you have to accept that." - Celebration V, Main Event, 2010

And this is another example, really, of how Lucas' own values and past experiences shape the Jedi's teachings.

Marcia Lucas divorced George because he was constantly working on Star Wars, even when he wasn't directing it, which she said led to an emotional blockage in their marriage...

... and this leads us to the reason why George didn't double-down on the success of the Original Trilogy: he decided to take time off to raise his three kids as a single Dad.

He learned his lesson, reasoned that he wouldn't be able to be both a good, present father and a successful blockbuster film director.

When you're dealing with time-consuming commitments of this scale, you need to make a choice, or you'll end up (half-assing and thus ruining) both of them.

"Nope. Jedi get taken in as babies for a reason."

Once again, this has to do with Lucas' definition of "attachment."

"Jedi Knights get taken from their families very young. They do not grow attachments, because attachment is a path to the Dark Side. You can love people, but you can't want to possess them. They're not yours. Accept that they have a fate. Even those you love most are going to die. You can't do anything about that. Protect them with your lightsaber, but if they die they were going to die. There's nothing you can do. All you can do is accept that fact. In mythology, if you go to Hades to get them back, you're not doing it for them, you're doing it for yourself. You're doing it because you don't want to give them up. You're afraid to be without them. The key to the Dark Side is fear. You must be clean of fear, and fear of loss is the greatest fear. If you're set up for fear of loss, you will do anything to keep that loss from happening, and you're going to end up in the Dark Side. That's the basic premise of Star Wars and the Jedi, and how it works. That's why they're taken at a young age to be trained. They cannot get themselves killed trying to save their best buddy when it's a hopeless exercise." - The Star Wars Archives: 1977-1983, 2018

Jedi need to maintain objectivity and neutrality, in their day-to-day lives of mediating peace between planets.

And learning to "let go of your attachments when the time comes" is part of that training. But it is something that takes discipline and time, and thus the child needs to be young enough to develop this skill. Otherwise, they end up like Anakin, who always struggled to properly learn it and eventually was doomed by his greed.

This being part of Lucas narrative is also evidenced that in his earlier plans for the Sequel trilogy, he'd have Luke train children, not adults like he does in the EU.

"Luke is trying to restart the Jedi. He puts the word out, so out of 100,000 Jedi, maybe 50 or 100 are left. The Jedi have to grow again from scratch, so Luke has to find two- and three-year-olds, and train them. It’ll be 20 years before you have a new generation of Jedi." The Star Wars Archives: 1999-2005, 2020

The EU's retcons of Lucas' narrative:

Now, obviously, the addition of all these rules and other elements such as midi-chlorians... it does something to the older audience. They grew up on the Original Trilogy, dreaming they could be a Jedi too if they just believed enough. Now that bubble is burst.

"Wait, if I'm a Jedi I can't get married?! And I need to be taken in as a toddler, with a certain kind of blood score?! That's bullshit!"

More importantly... it goes against about a decade's worth of established EU lore (which Lucas never factored into his storytelling)!

So what does Lucasfilm Licensing do? They go with it.

They take these "weird" rules the older audience and authors don't like, and retcon a new narrative around them to ensure both the books and the new films all stay canon within the EU own continuity.

George Lucas revealed new information about his universe in Episode II that ran counter to earlier stories of the Expanded Universe. Among the surprises: the Jedi Order is monastic, with love and marriage forbidden to its members. This would necessitate reforms to the Jedi Code over time to separate the ancient era when Nomi Sunrider was married to a Jedi, seen in the Tales of the Jedi (1993–94) comics, as well as the post-Empire era when Luke Skywalker married Mara Jade in the comic series Union (1999–2000). LucasBooks also needed to create plausible exceptions for Ki-Adi-Mundi, a Jedi Master who had multiple wives in the Prelude to Rebellion comics (1999). - Pablo Hidalgo, The Essential Reader’s Companion, 2012

When it comes to Luke specifically, the narrative becomes:

"Uh... y-yes. The old Jedi Order forbid marriage, only took in toddlers and had a blood pre-requisite... which was weird, wrong, too detached, too systemic, and part of why their Order failed! But, uh, Luke's New Jedi Order allows marriage, unlike his dogmatic predecessors, because anyone can be a Jedi guys!" Hahaha! (fuck's sake George)

But as already explained above: those new rules aren't meant to be perceived negatively. It would make no sense if they were, they're based on Lucas' own values.

You know what it does do, though?

It cements the narrative that Luke is the One True Jedi™, who rejected the dogmatic teachings to forge a new path forward.

That's not the intended narrative of the Original Trilogy, nor the six-film saga as a whole.

If you've made it this far in the post (congratulations) and are interested to read another all-encompassing post about that, you can check out the link below :)

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writerbuddha · 3 months ago

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"All these years Ben has been waiting for Luke to come of age so that he can become a Jedi and redeem his father."

"The part I am working on now is mostly about Darth Vader, who he is, where he came from, how he became Luke and Leia's father, what his relationship to Ben is. In Jedi the film is really about the redemption of this fallen angel. Ben is the fitting good angel, and Vader is the bad angel who started off good. All these years Ben has been waiting for Luke to come of age so that he can become a Jedi and redeem his father. That's what Ben has been doing, but you don't know this in the first film." - George Lucas in Star Wars: The Annotated Screenplays

“A Jedi can’t kill for the sake of killing. The mission isn’t for Luke to go out and kill his father and get rid of him. The issue is, if he confronts his father again, he may, in defending himself, have to kill him, because his father will try to kill him.” - George Lucas, 1981 story conference, from The Making of Return of the Jedi

"[Obi-Wan] knows that, eventually, Darth Vader is going to come looking for them. He knows this whole thing is going to blow up into a big war. He knows a confrontation is brewing between Luke and his father. Ben hopes Luke will either save his father or kill him, because whatever extra powers Luke’s got in his lineage, he is the one person that can probably fight his father and win." - George Lucas to Paul Duncan in Star Wars Archives

#george lucas #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #jedi order #I LOVE consistency

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6esiree · 3 months ago

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Why Alastor Wanted To Adopt Your Daughter

As a new mother without any family or a partner to rely on in an afterlife where you were damned, you managed to get by with the help of a certain individual—the infamous Radio Demon, a dealmaker and one of Hell’s most terrifying and bloodthirsty overlords. Vaggie warned you to stay away from him after she brought you to the Hazbin Hotel, a place to rehabilitate and redeem sinners. But did you listen? No, not at all, and you didn’t regret it one bit.

“Hey, Al! I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could look after her while I get some chores done—“ You started as you descended the stairs, the exhaustion evident on your brow as you readjusted your daughter, only 10-months-old then, on your aching hip.

Before you could finish your sentence, he manifested in front of you with an unmistakeable excitement etched onto his sharp features.

“I was actually on my way to meet Rosie for a cup of tea,” Alastor informed you, his eyes darting between you and your daughter as he opened his arms for her, “But of course, my dear! I would just love to take the little one with me.”

Your daughter instinctively reached out towards him, her little hands making grabbing motions, unfazed by the razor-sharp grin that usually instilled fear in the hearts of most sinners. A static-like hum seeped past his teeth as he took her from your arms, a shiver traveling down your spine as your hands brushed against each other.

He felt it, too, but he didn’t know what it meant at the time, so he chose to believe that his body reacted that way because he was unfamiliar with you and physical contact in general, even though Rosie, Mimzy, and Niffty were quite handsy with him… and he didn’t snap at you like he did with the other residents when you accidentally touched him, whether it was your shoulders from sitting too close to him on the couch, or your soft, delicate hands just now—

“Are you sure? I can just ask somebody else,” You said, an amused smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched your daughter curiously feel the lapels of his coat, sucking on her pacifier all the while. “I don’t want her bothering you on your outing, she can be quite a handful when she gets fussy.”

“Oh, I don’t mind one bit, truly!” Alastor waved you off, his eyes squinting in what you could only assume was adoration as he stared down at her. “She’s always so well-behaved that sometimes, I think she descended from the heavens—an angel in disguise, I daresay.”

An angel in disguise, indeed, her chubby little fingers tugging on his bowtie and unraveling it with one good tug, his collar consequently falling open and revealing the rare sight of his skin. ‘I fear I may have spoken too soon,’ Alastor chuckled, and so did you, although it had more to do with what your eyes had been graced by and less to do with what your daughter had done. But you were thankful for her either way.

“Very well, then! I must get going to do… um, what was it again?” You quickly turned away from him as you tapped your chin with a nervous finger, trying to hide the slight blush gradually taking over your features. “Chores, yeah! Chores.”

You bounced on your toes and gave your daughter a quick kiss goodbye, your eyes fluttering shut in the process. Because of that, you missed how Alastor’s pupils dilated at the sight of your supple lips disappearing in her rosey cheek, that unfamiliar shiver he felt earlier wracking his spine once more. And as you briskly turned on your heel with a ‘Have fun!’, he found himself pressing his thumb where you had kissed her.

“Oh, of course I will, my dear!” Alastor announced, the sensation of your warm lips still present on her skin. “Now,” He said to your daughter, withdrawing his hand and snapping his fingers, another bowtie appearing around his neck, “Let’s go see your Aunt Rosie, shall we?”

A gasp seeped past Rosie’s lips as Alastor walked into her emporium with a toddler on his hip, the chubby little thing clutching onto a tie and innocently sucking on her pacifier, her big, round eyes darting across the place, unfazed by the curious gazes each cannibal sent her way. He had mentioned in passing about a baby being in the hotel, but she never anticipated that he cared for her in his spare time.

“Alastor, dear! Who’s this little darling you’ve brought with ya, hm?” Rosie excitedly inquired, her hands clasped in front of her chest as she stared down at your daughter. “Oh, I haven’t seen a baby in a good while, especially one as adorable as her!”

Alastor chuckled, leaning in and offering her up to Rosie, eliciting an excited squeal from the usually composed woman. She unclasped her hands and allowed him to transfer her to his arms, cooing at her before promptly turning on her heel and gesturing for him to follow her to a more private area with her shoulder, away from all the cannibals who couldn’t seem to mind their own business.

“I was about to scold ya for showin’ up late,” Rosie started as she took a seat and adjusted your daughter on her lap, her eyes flitting up to Alastor. “But now I can’t do that, at least not with this little darling here.”

“Oh, but you can’t stay mad at me either way,” Alastor pointed out, making her roll her eyes; but it was true, she could pardon him for being late for their afternoon tea by a few meager minutes. “I am just as adorable as the babe on your lap!”

Rosie tossed her head back with a laugh, her shoulders shaking, the loud nature of the act scaring your daughter. She dropped the tie and pushed out her pacifier from her mouth, twisting her little body towards Alastor’s direction, making grabbing motions with her hands. Of course, he immediately reached out to her from over the table… but then she suddenly said ‘Dada’ between her cries, making his ears fall back in complete and utter shock.

“Oh my goodness, she…she just called ya her daddy,” Rosie stuttered, amazed… until she noticed the corners of Alastor’s lips twitching downwards, a sympathetic smile overtaking her features.

She couldn’t recall the last time Alastor put on such a vulnerable display in front of her, better yet frown, but it must have been a long time ago for the sight to make her heart ache. ‘She’s asking for ya, Al, come on,’ Rosie whispered as she stood up from her seat, holding out your daughter to him in encouragement. The feeling of her chubby little hands grabbing onto the lapels of his coat snapped him back to reality.

“Dada,” She repeated, her cries dying down as he pulled her into his chest, burying his frown in her soft hair.

“Was that her first word?” Rosie asked, crouching down and picking up the pacifier from the ground, grimacing at the dirt on it.

Yes, it was, but Alastor didn’t respond, his eyes fluttering shut and his brows knitting together as he continued to gingerly hold your daughter, her face smooshed against his chest. Rosie smiled at him in understanding before wordlessly stepping away with the pacifier in her hand, allowing him to bask in the 10-month-old’s milestone in a comfortable solitude, the distant sound of running water resonating throughout the room.

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deadghosy · 8 months ago

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HAZBIN HOTEL X ALBERT/FLAMINGO! READER

prompt: after causing chaos in life is paradise, you accidentally clicked the wrong “alt” button.

Oh wow- listen…I’m in my Albert phase guys…so yeah. ANYWAYSSS-

You just got done making your Roblox video as you wanted to exit out of it. You were going for the alt + 4 button only for the alt to look red and shine into your face. The light blinding your sight made you scream as you opened your eyes to see you are in a new area.

…. “Am I in hell…” you said in a high pitch voice. You panicked out a pitch scream gaining weird looks from the sinners. You still kept your human look but as you screamed, the control panel of admins show up. You stopped screaming immediately with an “oh.” And smiled evily

After wrecking most of the pride ring, you felt tired. Seeing an advertisement on tv about a hotel that redeems sinners, you thought maybe you could do some good here. So you pulled out a keyboard and type to teleport to the said hotel

You can go into the wrath, pride, and gluttony ring. It’s pretty real as you have the wrath to destroy things when pissed off. You’re prideful that you can’t be destroyed, and you have the gluttony to eat. A lot.

I can see you just having a small flamingo demon pet following you around. Literally you would make it bite and stab people. You taught it how to do the billy bounce.

The crew most definitely thought you were schizophrenic because you talk out loud as if you were talking to someone

BIG HEADCANNON THAT YOU HAVE ZOOMIES AROUND THE HOTEL😭

“I start stabbing, now that the lights are out?” “Albert/Reader, please no.” Charlie says holding your arms down. The power went out and you were craving blood.

You’re just a little gremlin :D

Imagine how chaotic it was to not fling someone out of the hotel for fun 😭 LMAO A SINNER FLINGING ACROSS THE WHOLE PENTAGRAM.

“I’m taking away their happiness in a good way!” You say smiling as you drag a resident away from Charlie who seems traumatized. You were like an alastor 0.2 but more happy actually.

LMAO YOU HAVING A BAN HAMMER SO WHEN A RESIDENT IS BEING AN ASSHOLE YOU JUST SLAM THE HAMMER ON THEIR HEAD WITH A “BOOP”

I can imagine you having the same physique as the og Albert. Literally one minute you look like your animal crossing character, and the next thing they know you are some buff Florida man.

“I’m going to make them regret being born.” You said as you clicked an admin that made your skin black with red eyes. The angels came towards you as your cut their heads off.

The whole cast was in shocked seeing a human like you being so powerful with just a panel no one can touch.

“Being a baby will not prevent me from shooting you.” You said jokingly as this toddler was winning uno. The mother ran away with her child as you screamed out uno.

Angel started to rant about what he does for his job and how he basically seller his soul to this moth porn demon. After he told you things what the demon does to Angel. You snapped.

“BITCH I WILL SHOOT YOU!” Yells reader as they cocked their gun. Basically the whole crew has to hold you back as Valentino is pissing himself.

Vox didn’t even know who you were until Valentino started having nightmares and random shadows in his room. (The shadows were you lol) Vox had to look you up and try to find who tf you were. You were a YouTuber. That all it showed up on his feed as he scoffs.

Husk has no opinion on you. He only knows you as that guy with a flamingo. He would sometimes side eye you while you do crazy shit. But matter of fact you two are chill.

“We have different ways of expressing ourselves..” you say to Angel trying to comfort him. “I like this way, he can’t defend himself. And I like that.” You say shooting down a sinner while in battle. Angel dust just side eyes you as if you were actually crazy.

You’re not allowed to go into turf war with him no more.

Velvette has no legit problems with you. Dead ass you and her might be fashion partners. HAVE YOU SEEN ALBERT’S DRIP ON INSTA?! That MAN IS GOOD!

You have so much wanted posters, even you brag to others at how cool you look while destroying someone’s house. All because you were bored.

Charlie is mostly worried for your mental health while Vaggie just knows that you aren’t really the most mental stable in the group.

“STOP DOING THAT! STOP CRYING! What are you a baby?!” You say while smacking away a whole imp baby that was crying beside you on the merry-go-round

Charlie’s eyes widen at what you did. You were like a man child.

I can headcannon you deadass bombed the Vees tower out of pettiness. It was just funny seeing Vox shocked to his damn boots that his home was now gone.

Lucifer made you a duck flamingo cause of how he was trying to be nice to you. He knew you wasn’t a sinner or an angel of sorts. But you were a human that he never seen before. He probably makes you some damn pancakes if you want them.

Lucifer would probably ask if you have a flamingo demon form because you told the crew that you go by flamingo and Albert. You just stood there confused to what this short man was saying. But you just nodded trying to see if you could actually turn into a flamingo.

Headcannon on you just actually helping around by just replacing and changing furniture. You help Charlie with trust exercises as the resident are just confuse at a human being here.

“WHO needs powers, when you have a gun!” You yell excited pulling out a gun from your admin control. You shot downa sinner who was trying to fight you. Alastor just doesn’t see why how your “guns” are more powerful. They don’t even have angelic metal.

Carmilla carmine had seen how you legit shot an angel down with a simple looking gun. It was insane but amazing. She definitely called you down to her place so she can see what your bullets are made out of.

Imagine how you basically see people’s/sinner’s names as if it was a name tag aka username. You would go around saying their name out loud as they look at you scared and crazy. “Hello Hakka!” “How you know my name?!!!!” 😕

Rosie adores you, you may be man child that’s like a gremlin. But you are so sweet and helping. Alastor made you meet her and honestly, it was a great meet and greet. Honestly 10/10.

Headcannon on you and Niffty both killing bugs together. You use your ban gun as Niffty uses a sewing needle. This sweet girl made you a big crown, you better appreciate it.

Alastor had messed with your food making you pissed off. It was the end of the day and you hadn’t eat anything due to not taking care of yourself much. So your reaction was justified when you see alastor’s grins widening.

“I hope you choke on your next meal.” You say as your voice had suddenly boomed across the hotel. It was like as if your mic boosted it, but you don’t have one.

You and Alastor have like a sibling relationship as you two just want to watch people suffer. Literally it’s funny as hell when it’s that one Xbox meme.😭

“MOM SAYS ITS MY TURN TO CAUSE SUFFERING!” You say trying to get over Alastor’s tall body as he causes chaos in the pentagram city.

Sir Pentious didn’t like you at all. Like he was actually scared at his crazy and psychotic you are at times. But when he saw how calm and laid back you actually were. He actually started to warm up close to you.

The egg boiz follow you around asking if your pet flamingo could play with them. It was so cute as they play with your pet flamingo.

Cherri absolutely loves you and your destructive behavior. Literally you two are a deadly duo cause you would give her some of your admin powers and take it back.

You once actually set up a limb store, literally you were getting that money✨😈 you had chopped off so much limbs got your deer customers.

I can see you actually taking people’s souls lol. You just take souls for fun and not for contract which leaves some overlords confused and scared of your powers.

Heaven would be scared of you personally. Like you are such a menace, sera sent your ass back to hell. Your human appearance was still the same tho lol.

Adam and you, beef on sight. “Why do you even have that pink bird? What are you, ret@rded?” “No but your mother is.” You said back while flipping him off.

Sera doesn’t like you. Your chaotic energy and your “evil” doing are not prohibited in paradise. She might tell Big G about how a human is in hell in perfect condition.

Emily heard about your presence by sera, she wanted to meet you but then again. You are back in hell. But she hopes to meet you one day.

See, me personally you would rob a bank for fun and then give it to some homeless imps in the wrath ring. It’s just you doing random shit while bored.

I can imagine you turning someone into the hulk. You deadass have so much power that it’s concerning and crazy for the hotel crew and rest of hell. You have alot of powers and you can turn people into some green buff human?!?

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anthurak · 10 months ago

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Something I was always a little concerned about in the lead-up to Hazbin Hotel was that Charlie was going to be a bit too passive of a character, ie; leaning only into the ‘kind, optimistic Disney-Princess-in-Hell who just wants to help everyone’ vibe and not really have much else going on as a character. Which in turn would make her feel kind of bland next to the big, over-the-top or dramatic personalities like Angel Dust and Alastor.

But thankfully, that is not what happened and there’s actually a lot that I like about what the writers are doing with Charlie, particularly in the potential future development and reveals they seem to be setting up.

First off, I like how Charlie generally comes off more like an over-the-top caricature of that ‘Disney-Princess-in-Hell’ vibe, ie; SUPER energized, enthusiastic, affectionate and emotional, often to overbearing degrees that get on everyone’s nerves. It’s generally funny, or at least amusing, and lets Charlie stand out alongside the other big personalities in the cast. Funny enough, she’s actually a lot like Blitzo in this regard, minus the seesawing into extreme abrasiveness.

And more importantly, we’ve already gotten major hints all but confirming that this over-the-top personality is largely a façade, and that Charlie actually has some very clear issues and baggage that she’s working VERY hard to keep buried beneath the surface. Again, much like Blitzo.

Like how in the trust-fall exercise in episode three, despite asking everyone to reveal something personal, Charlie actually bullshits just as hard as Angel Dust and Sir Pentious with her whole ‘I love you all!’ bit. Sure, it’s not like she was lying or being insincere, but it’s clear that was NOT something truly personal for Charlie. And in episode 4 we have Husk straight-up calls out Charlie as ‘wanting to solve everyone’s problems but her own’.

Then of course we have the brief glimpses we’ve seen of Charlie getting angry. Both the times we’ve seen Charlie dealing with some truly despicable and horrendous characters, we’ve seen that rather than lacking the ability to get angry, Charlie is often working to hold herself back. In both her encounters with Adam and Valentino we see points where Charlie is clearly NOT intimidated or afraid of them at all and seems fully prepared to throw down, only being stopped by reigning herself in or by someone else (in this case Angel) stopping her.

Again, it all paints Charlie’s big, bubbly, hyperactive exuberance as something of a front, a way for her to bury a lot of thoughts, feelings and general baggage she doesn’t want to face. Just like what the show has already explored with Angel and Husk.

It actually raises some interesting questions as to what’s REALLY driving Charlie in running the hotel and trying to help Sinners. For one, Husk has already pegged Charlie as ‘wanting to solve everyone’s problems but her own’. And going back to thematic crossover with Helluva Boss, I can’t help but see some potential parallels between Charlie creating the Hazbin Hotel, and Blitzo creating Immediate Murder Professionals.

I think it’s pretty clear at this point that half the reason for creating I.M.P. was as a coping mechanism for Blitzo, or rather the assassination business in general. Something that we’ve gotten hints to as early as the second episode in Blitzo’s back and forth with the Robo-Fizz (“Does anyone love you, Blitzo?”/“No. But I’m really good with guns now!”). With the other half of the reason Blitzo created I.M.P. clearly seems to be to create a surrogate family, as seen with how much he tries to insert himself in the M&M’s lives. Possibly even a specific attempt to replace the family he unwittingly destroyed fifteen years ago.

So I really have to wonder if we’re going to find out that Charlie creating the hotel and her goal of redeeming sinners is in part likewise a coping mechanism and escape for her own baggage.

It’s actually really interesting how episode two first introduced the idea of people opening up with Sir Pentious, then episode four dived further into the concept of the walls and fake personas people put up to hide from their pain and trauma with Angel Dust and Husk. With those two opening up and starting to let their walls down to each other, and by extension we the audience, I think it makes Charlie’s own façade all the more noticeable. It’ll be pretty interesting if Charlie actually winds up being the toughest nut to crack when it comes to opening up about their real issues and baggage. Yet another interesting trait she shares with Blitzo.

All in all, I’m really liking what the show has been doing with Charlie as a protagonist. And I’m REALLY interested to see where the story is going to take her.

Particularly what’s going to happen when she reaches a breaking point…

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin analysis #hazbin theory #charlie morningstar #helluva blitzo #character parallels #character analysis #charlie has a LOT more going on than she's showing #blitzo hitting his breaking point had him crying himself to sleep into a pillow #what if charlie hitting HER breaking point has her raining LITERAL ARMAGEDDON down on some poor bastards?

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eggcats · 7 months ago

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Radioapple fic, where after it's revealed that Pentious was redeemed, Heaven sends some angels (including some of Lucifer's own family) down to check out this Hazbin Hotel. (common fic theme)

And Lucifer is STRESSED. He hasn't seen any of his family in millennia, and they absolutely did not part on good terms. Especially because now he has to make as good of an impression as he can because he will NOT be the cause of Charlie's dreams failing.

Anyway, one of Lucifer’s estranged family arrives and they have absolutely NOTHING good to say about the hotel, it's people, or even hell itself. Insulting the decor, how it looks, being like "You got kicked out for free will and THIS is what they do with it? Ugh." and the like.

Lucifer is trying to keep himself together for Charlie's sake. (He's only had 3 breakdowns today, he's doing good!)

However, the last thing he expects is Alastor coming to his defense. Alastor looks at this shitty relative of Lucifer’s and is immediately like, "How DARE you? Antagonizing this angel is MY JOB, and I don't send him into hysterics, I send him into MUSICAL NUMBERS. Get out of my hotel immediately." But, obviously, he can't SAY that (for many reasons, the least of which is that Charlie needs them here for her redemption project).

So instead, he just picks at everything they say. "Hmmmmm, yes, but we at least chose to do this with this, free will you're insulting. What's your excuse for that eyesore youre wearing, hmmm?"

Alastor goes as far as to defend Lucifer’s choices in decor in the hotel, and Lucifer is completely confused because he and Alastor literally fought the day before about that SAME decor??

(The second the angel leaves Alastor turns to him and goes "They're right, you know, that is the ugliest interior design I've ever seen," and then DISAPPEARS before Lucifer can even respond. What the hell?!)

Alastor is not ignorant of toxic family dynamics, and while part of his initial issues with Lucifer stemmed from his belief in him being a deadbeat father, actually knowing him kind of changes his thoughts on this. It's a little telling that Charlie has been (apparently) attempting to contact her mother during her 7 year disappearance and has heard nothing, but the father who (she believed) thinks she's a failure shows up within an hour of her calling him ONCE. And then he does whatever he can to help her dreams, and the second she implies she wants him around more, he MOVES IN. It's kind of hard to continue thinking that LUCIFER is the toxic parent in the family dynamic, after all this.

(He still fights him, though, because it's fun to tell the most powerful being in hell his choice of interior design is ugly. If Alastor kind of doesn't go for the throat in all of Lucifer’s insecurities anymore, no one needs to acknowledge that.)

So, during the entire Heaven tour, Alastor is strongly in the "form a united front" boat. He can and WILL come out of the shadows for a sarcastic quip that simultaneously shuts them down AND makes Lucifer feel better.

(Alastor will NOT acknowledge the anger that goes through him at the idea of someone other than him picking at Lucifer, especially when they are CLEARLY trying to send him into a breakdown. How dare they. *cough* Anyway.)

So the whole ordeal winds up not as stressful as Lucifer was dreading, because somehow he has an antagonistic cannibal deer defending him the entire time. And Lucifer has no idea HOW that happened, but it does kind of make him feel better. (And Alastor's form of mocking him does, too, somehow.)

When they're alone, however, Alastor still picks at him so they can fight. (And Lucifer didn't notice until now how much FUN he has fighting with Alastor, and that Alastor insulting him makes him want to do better and prove him wrong, unlike his visiting family that makes him want to lock himself away for a decade.)

The tour ends, and Alastor and Lucifer go back to how they were before. (Sort of. Lucifer might be re-evaluating every interaction they've ever had and might send himself into a mild crisis.)

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #alastor #lucifer morningstar #duckiedeer #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #fic #mine #long post #Alastor seeing someone else making fun of Lucifer: how DARE you thats MY job and youre not even DOING IT RIGHT get out of my hotel now

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exhaslo · 8 months ago

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Can you do like a God Miguel and devil fem reader, this is my first request so please no hate 😭 Oh yeah AND SMUTTTTT

That man is basically a God, haha. Usually I see this request the opposite way, so this is going to be so much fun!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, teasing, taunting, handsy, oral sex (m receiving), riding, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, creampie

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"C'mon, Big Boy. Afraid to show a lil ol' devil like me what a taste of Heaven looks like?"

This was a sight to behold. No one had ever dared to question or even go against Miguel's ruling. There was a reason why the two dimensions were split between Heaven and Hell. There were a whole list of reasons.

One of them, being devils like you.

You gave a wicked smile towards Miguel, the God of Heaven himself, the ruler of all Angels. Hell, the very man whom separated the Angels and Devils. He was one who controlled all. One who could change the course of fate itself.

"What's a Sinner like me to do in order to enter your pearly white gates of Heaven?" You cooed, getting on your knees.

"You have already made your choices in life. You must live with the consequences of your actions." Miguel spoke.

You gave a pout, pressing your lower lip out while pressing your breasts together.

"But, it wasn't all my fault! I'm here to confess my sins and do right. Please, give me a chance? Isn't that what Angels do? Give second chances?" You begged.

Miguel grunted lowly as he shooed his Angels away. They had started to whisper amongst themselves because sadly, you were right. Miguel disliked it when a devil would sway the good hearted with cruel twists of truth.

"You wish to be redeemed? How do you plan on doing so?" Miguel asked. You bit your lower lip, finding his scowl hot,

"I'll do anything."

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Miguel sure had you work your way into heaven. As God, he personally oversaw your progress. Every human you helped; everyone good deed you did; everything was in his sight.

Even your advances. You were sly as you did your job. Poking your ass out slightly; accidently having a tit pop out; hell even using the old lollipop trick. You were doing whatever it took to try and sway Miguel in your favor.

"Hm, excellent work. Perhaps I just might consider your arrival into heaven after a few thousand more good deeds." Miguel hummed. You felt your eye twitch,

"Thousand? Isn't there anything more..." You slid your hand down Miguel's chest, "Intense I could do?"

"Have you forgotten who I am?"

"I haven't," You whispered in his ear, slowly lowering your tank top, "I know that you rule over everything. You see everything while no one can see you. You poor stressed God."

"I'm not stressed." Miguel huffed as he glanced around the human world, "I know what you've really been after this whole time."

"Hm? You have?" You cooed, "Then why entertain me?"

"Because even a God gets bored."

In the next second, both you and Miguel were in what looked like a human hotel room. A smile curled upon your lips as you spread your legs on the bed, slowly removing your top. You gave Miguel a seductive look, motioning him over,

"So bored that you'll entertain a devil?" Miguel scoffed,

"So bored that one might say I am stressed." He tried to change the topic, but sighed, "Sometimes even I grow jealous of how easily humans find pleasure."

You raised a brow, your smile growing wider. You sat up, reaching for Miguel. Your hands stroking down his chest as you threw your top across the room.

"Allow me to give you a show then?" You whispered.

Swapping places with Miguel, you proceeded to give him a little lap dance. As you moved your ass against his crotch, you started to take your bra off. For a God like him to entertain a devil like you, oh this was going to be good.

You nibbled against his ear as you took off you pants, revealing no underwear. A chuckle escaped your lips as you glanced down towards Miguel's erection.

"Hm, does mini God wanna play?" You cooed.

"Perhaps I could show you what heaven tastes like after all." Miguel played along.

Oh, that made you wet. You hands were all over Miguel now. You just had to strip him, but slowly. You cute little devil tail twirled as you started to grind against Miguel's white robes. You stroked his face, watching his temptation grow,

"Shall I do all the work?" You whispered. Miguel just smirked,

"Weren't you the one who needed to get into heaven?"

You huffed as you removed his robes. Eyes widening at the sight of his dick. He wasn't a God for nothing. With a lick of your lips, you got on your knees and started to work your magic. You had good deeds to do after all.

"How many deeds if I make you cum?" You hummed with a lick of his tip.

"A hundred."

"Oh? Then I'll have my work cut out."

"It's a good thing stamina doesn't exist for me." Miguel said with a smirk, which made you quiver.

Ignoring that thought for now, you returned to stroking and sucking Miguel's dick. Of course God doesn't have stamina. Even devils and angels had it. Well, at least you were trying to earn his forgiveness and not the other way around.

You moaned lowly as you started to take Miguel deeper. His dick was thick and long. Just the thought of him ravishing you was making you horny. Not to mention the sounds of his grunts was delicious. If only you were a succubus, this would make a fine meal.

"Still waiting to be impressed." Miguel teased.

You felt your eye twitch as you kept sucking. What more did he want? Gasping, you felt his hands on your head as he started to thrust into your mouth. Tears started to form as you tried to breathe through you nose.

"Here's your first hundred." Miguel groaned.

You nearly gagged as Miguel cummed inside your mouth. Moving away, you swallowed what you could, but coughed up the rest. There was so much. Wiping your mouth, you glanced at his still harden erection and chuckled,

"If that's the case, then this will be easy."

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"Are you giving up already? What a poor little slutty devil you are." Miguel mocked as you bounced on his cock.

You were drooling as you rode Miguel. His dick fit so nicely inside you, stretching all your walls as you fucked him. His tip hit the far back of your cervix, making you really see heaven in a different light. You had only fucked him for a few minutes and you felt like giving in.

"Is this all Hell has to offer?" Miguel asked. You flinched, feeling yourself about to cum again,

"N-No...J-Just....so...ah~" You whined, jumping down once more only to cum.

"This is why you need my help."

Miguel held your waist and started to thrust up inside you, causing you to moan and squirm. His dick was too much. He was hitting you in all the right places. Gripping your hips, Miguel watched your tits bounce as he fucked you from below.

"Tsk, tsk, this poor little devil wants forgiveness right?"

"Y-Yesh~"

"I'll give it to you. One load at a time."

You shuddered towards his words as he released a heavy load inside you. Gasping, you felt Miguel press you against the bed, entering you from behind. His grip was still tight as he started to pound your pussy.

"Such lewd sounds you're making. Does my dick feel that good?"

"Ah~ Ah~ Y-Yes!" You cried out, gripping the bedsheets. Miguel chuckled, listening to the sound of his dick slapping into you,

"Can you feel my holy presence inside you? Is this the taste of heaven you wanted so much?"

"Ah~ Mhm~"

You couldn't think. You felt your eyes roll back as you focused on Miguel pounding you. His hot cum just begging to spill before his next load. This was truly paradise.

"So cock drunk that you can't even think. What a slutty devil you are." Miguel hummed, feeling you cum around him, "But you are doing the best deed there is."

"Mhm!" You gasped as Miguel slapped into your gummy walls faster,

"Keep coming to me for your forgiveness and I'll happily give it to your horny pussy." He groaned, cumming once more, "How does that sound?"

"Ah~ Y-Yes~ Yes~" You moaned loudly.

Miguel just chuckled in response, turning you over. You were out of breathe and fucked out. Miguel glanced at your body, watching your devil wings disappear since you had no energy. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he watched his cum leak out of you,

"Don't suppose you want to start a new race? I have unless stamina after all."

You had a long road of forgiveness ahead of you, but you weren't complaining in the slightest.

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I CAN FEEL THE JUDGEMENT FROM ABOVE, BUT WE ALL KNOW I'M GOING DOWN! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader

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sidsinning · 8 months ago

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To expand on Lucifer's neglect more

Yes he loves Charlie dearly, yes he showers her with his love and affection and semi-approval ("it's uh...got a lot of character!") when he sees her after all these years for the first time, yes he is desperately trying to switch back her reliance on Alastor to reliance on him- all these feelings are real and strong when she's right in front of him

-but when she isn't he is back in his own little world and rubber ducks. When he doesn't see Charlie in person she becomes white noise to him besides fleeting moments of courage and pining he gets to try and connect with her again. These are the moments where he regains a bit of clarity on just how fucked his family situation is.

He knows he has to maintain his connection with her somehow while also battling his own depression and urge to isolate and block off the rest of the world. They're in limbo of whether or not their relationship will finally be unrepairable, also expressed in how him and Lilith are not fully divorced, but still separated, with him still clearly loving her bc he still wears his wedding ring.

I love him, I think his love for Charlie is stronger than anything in his life, and I know he'd do anything he could for her (besides the one thing she asked which is very unluckily directly connected to his trauma)

But it's true that he doesn't listen to her, doesn't keep up with how her life is going, and has remained estranged from her as a child through her adult life for years for whatever reason (smtg implied through this flashback we don't understand yet, and/or his mental health issues)

For Charlie at this point, she's not a kid anymore, so just getting a call from him once in awhile is not enough if he still isn't addressing any of the issues that have built up between them, which has made her susceptible to being tricked by Alastor's empty words of praise and bonding

During Hell's Greatest Dad he isn't trying to address anything she's told him to, just trying to fix the surface level physical issues with the hotel to satisfy her- she looks uncomfortable the whole time he's trying to give her a sales pitch while smiling at everything Alastor says bc he is getting to her emotional needs, bc the bastard sees right through the father-daughter pair's issues

"I have angel powers! I can give you mountains of expensive things!"

"I'm always here for you! I'm so proud of you and all you've accomplished! We've grown so close bc I've always been by your side (unlike a certain someone 😇🐍🍎)"

He's excited when she asks him to come over, and we're excited for him to finally see his daughter he seems to love so much who doesn't talk to him, but from their conversation it is very much shown that Charlie is the one who has been more desperate to remain connected to him. She always updates him on her life when she can and asks him if he's paying attention to her- which he doesn't. Leading to her disappointment and/or annoyance with only jobs for her or random calls where he talks about smtg irrelevant.

I am a Lucifer stan through and through, but it is undeniable that he has not been a good dad despite being a good person. Now he's stepping up and reconnecting to Charlie again as she's fully accepting of him which is sweet.

It's also nice to see that helping Charlie and reconnecting with her is what brings him true happiness in life- bc of his anxiety and trauma he avoids the thing he knows deep down is the underlying cause of his unhappiness- his distant family and confronting their fractured relationship

So now that he's addressed a major part of the root of his depression, he stopped isolating himself, is being active, and given himself smtg productive to do, so his anxiety is down :)

Helping Charlie addressed how broken hearted he was over his family splitting, and restored the faith in humanity and good he lost after he was banished from Heaven and failed to redeem sinners when he tried

Shshsjdjdkfk I just love the characterization we get in just 2 23 minute episodes, even though the pacing is undeniably insanely fast and I would have preferred more time to marinate in it- but what can you do about capitalism vs. artistic freedom

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #sidrabbles #splurged at 2 am btw plz forgive any grammar mistakes or rambling

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yayll · 1 month ago

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omg PLSPLSPLS GIVE US GIRLDAD!DAZAI!!! Im literally so obsessed w ur work and luv luv luv reading it <3

just wanna say thank u so much anon for sending in the CUTEST request ever i have never thought abt it this way and when i finally did it was over for me. it wrote itself. THANK U FOR LIKING MY WORK THATS SO SWEET AHHH :') i keep getting ill so srry it's a lil late but i am so thankful for you trusting me w ur concept. mwahhhh.

~ a little something about girldad!Dazai simply trying his best, and loving it ~

Dazai never thought the day would come when his life finally felt complete. First, you happened to him and that was something he couldn't even fathom in a million lifetimes. It wasn't meant for him, and letting love into his heart felt like going against the nature of things. He struggled with it for a long time, pushing you away and making sure you realized this wasn't something worth pursuing... but you never relented, and he stopped fighting the longing for something more. You made him feel it was okay to want, to yearn, to need. And so came along every single repressed desire he had ever had. The love between you bloomed, and he thought this was the height of it all; The bandages he wore over his body were no longer grim reminders of his lack of humanity and the masks he wore on the daily. Those frayed wraps of fabric were symbols of love returning, of patience, of a lived in soul, and he no longer had to maintain them alone. He had you.

And then one day, he suddenly had a little girl in his life.

Another life to nurture and to start anew with, and his fear was that he yet again could not redeem himself from his past, but he was determined for her, for you and for himself to not let that be the case. When you gave him the most precious thing he didn't think he ever wanted nor could ever have, that was the day he vowed to be the epitome of a true figure worth looking up to. Osamu Dazai, the family man! Dad of the year!

... Except today, when he woke up late to take the apple of his eye to preschool. You were out of town, and though you eventually claimed to have faith in his solo parenting skills, it was a complete leap of faith. He comforted you for hours, how hard could it be? He can be both parents at once! How cruel of you to even doubt him. He remembers the look on your face when he slammed the door on you while holding your precious angel in his arms, both of them giggling while they waved you off as if they rehearsed it.

Aaaand now he realized why you were so worried. He looks at the time and he springs out of bed, running off to her bedroom. She even sleeps like a little lamb, he thinks to himself. He rushes at her side and softly turns her over.

"Little love, wake uuupppp..."

She pouts, shaking her head as she shifts in her sleep. He sighs and tries again a little more desperately.

"If you wake up, that will be really good for daddy, otherwise mommy will kill me! Up we go!"

He picks her up, and she rubs her eyes as Dazai does the most rushed morning routine ever.

He gets her dressed, though the socks don't match, and when he does her pigtails, they're lopsided. How do you do it?! And now he has to FEED her?! He stuffs a few handfuls of cereal into his mouth while giving her a proper bowl, but they're so late he thinks they should just start walking now.

"Take the bowl with you, we can do this thing called eat and walk! Yes?"

"'Kay, daddy!"

She simply giggles, not understanding how dire it is for her to make it today. She holds onto her cereal bowl as he grabs her backpack, both of them walking out into the street. Dazai's fast walking and her bowl sloshes a bit as she tries to match his pace and eat at the same time.

She's waddling adorably, and he gets lost in watching her carefully while also literally getting lost finding the school. He stops at the crosswalk, and thinks to himself. She looks up at him with a milk mustache, and her soft melodic voice rings once more like a voice of reason. She points to the right.

"That way! hehe."

Dazai has no time to fact check this, and at this point she's parenting him. You'd pass out of laughter if you could see him right now. They rush towards the school, and when he drops her off at the gate, he gives her a big kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Now give daddy the cereal bowl. How yum was that?"

She cheers, smiling wide.

"Yum!!!!"

He smirks, and takes the bowl. At least he got that right, that smile alone is worth every late start to his mornings. He waves at her as she enters the school, and forgets he's holding the bowl still, her teacher looking at him like he's deranged. You were so proud to hear that his first time parenting alone went so smooth! What you didn't know was that your little girl did most of the work keeping him on track. Still counts, right?

Another time he was exemplary was when he had just given her a bath and you were supervising to make sure he got her routine down.

"Osamu, that's the conditioner. The shampoo is over there."

You laugh while pointing at the clearly marked bottle. He rolls his eyes, smirking as he continues to rub it in her little swirl of dark hair.

"Oh please, I knew that. This makes it soft! And all detangled... It's a better routine, trust me. This is so much better."

He was totally bullshitting, he had no idea there was more than one hair product ever. This is the same man who used to find showers foreign and eat canned crab for every meal. You simply nodded, seeing right through his facade. But it was all so endearing watching your daughter splash the water on his face and play with rubber duckies, it was a dream come true. It was a dream you knew was more precious to him than anything, so you let him have his fun.

Once bath time is over, he places her on the bed in her diaper and walks out to grab her a change of clothes. Uh oh, he forgot today was laundry day! He walks back into the room a few moments later, thinking of how to pivot without having to bother you when he sees his little angel wrapped head to toe in a full roll of his bandages. His eyes go wide at the sight of the wrapped up toddler, and he laughs nervously as he rushes over while she has the time of her life squealing and rolling around the bed. He pretends to be mad.

"Little love! That's not clothes, silly! That's for daddy only, you have your own."

She simply disregards this, her mind focusing on how hilarious it would be if she just started making bubbles with her saliva instead. Dazai chuckles again, and puts his hands on his hips.

"Oh, such attitude! You know, l'm gonna have to do it... Remember when I told you about daddy's old job? I'm gonna have to get mean againnn..~"

He immediately launches himself onto the bed, tickling her through the thick fabric, and when you rush over you find them both just collapsed on the bed, Dazai counting her fingers and toes in order to distract her enough to unwrap her. Luckily, you had a spare onesie for her to save the day... even if it took the both of you to get her out of her improvised outfit. What a strong willed little one! You hoped this wasn't a special abillity developing...

It's no surprise she's a daddy's girl either, a mini Dazai at her core with your balancing characteristics on the surface. She was a little menace, sticking her tongue out at dogs every time she saw them because Dazai would do the same. He would even go as far as to help her dress like her hero! Of course you both had a stroke when you saw how tightly she wore that bolo tie, but the laugh after was worth the worry... After you scolded both of them... but it proved useless against two of the most experienced charmers you've ever met. You just couldn't win.

You especially could never get used to the sight after a long day of existing in the real world, simply watching her climb up to the couch and playing with Dazai's hair as she nuzzles herself into his shoulder, right in the crook of his neck. It was just as intense for his poor little heart as well. The way she'd yank on a strand while he pretended to be asleep was priceless, or when she'd stick her finger in his nose, causing him to have a sneezing fit soon after. It was almost karmic the way she both adored him and put him in his place, just like you.

"Daddy has brown hair because he drinks chocolate milk."

"Daddy stinks today. Throw him away!"

"Daddy looks like a mummy. Do you like mummies?"

"Who's Kunikida? He yelled at daddy today, it was funny!"

She'd babble on about all kinds of curious nonsense. You'd simply nod and agree. She was never wrong!

But what really got to you was watching her pass out on his head after hours of playtime, and the way Dazai would finally open his eyes with that smug smile of his, scooping her up and carefully taking her to bed. He tucks her in, whispering about all the adventures they'll have tomorrow and the days after. About all the rules they'll break together, and mysteries they'll solve when he takes her to work with him. He doesn't tell bedtime stories per se, but he spends all his time having actual conversations with her until she dozes off because he cannot believe this is a little extension of him and he's just as fascinated with knowing her the way she is with him. With life.

She's full of it, something he wasn't for a long time, and it brings him to tears when he sometimes thinks about it too long in private.

You're both his life and he didn't realize he could still feel regret like he does when he thinks of all the times he spent trying to end his own existence. It's a whole different world, and sure, he also loves to use her as an excuse to continue to slack off at work, and maaaybe he likes to sometimes force Atsushi to turn so she can pet him like the giant cat he is out of both their own entertainment, but dying is no longer the priority. It hasn't been for a long time, and he thinks he's doing an okay job... At being a dad, at being a human, at belonging in this world.

When he finally gets in bed with you, he feels whole. He also feels impish when he turns over and whispers.

"Maybe it's time for another, hm?~"

Oops!

#i had soooooooo much fun writing this #i was like. GIRLDAD DAZAI SAY LESS. he's obsessed!!!!!#he's also a trainwreck and u love him for it anyway #let's b real shes a mini him and he is soooo smug abt it #idc if this is cheesy this is GIRLDAD DAZAI LET HIM BE HAPPY AND TRYINF HIS BEST #she also reminds him of the orphans odasaku used to care for and he just. he just has to be the best #i also rlly wanted to name her somethinf like suki ummm i think it's so sweet n cute :')#it's a whole thing and basically he loves being a dad it's new territory and it's also his purpose #he takes it so srs and also sooooo unsrs #u can either read this as reader had her or they adopted!#bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #anon #dazai x you #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x reader #dazai imagines #girldad!dazai #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #girl dad #fanfic #requests #osamu dazai fluff #dazai fluff #drabble #ada dazai

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pannman · 8 months ago

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Yandere Vox and Valentino x angel Fem reader who snuck to hell to help Charlie out.

Its been a while since I tried learning Spanish and I used Google translate to help out but I apologize if I got it wrong

Caught on Camera

Cw: toxic behavior, stalking, toxic relationships, suggestiveness

You had felt compelled to do something when the princess of hell pleaded her case to heaven. To think they've been slaughtering hell's citizens this whole time and for the reason of overpopulation.

It all seemed so unfair and the princess seemed to actually be making an impact as you all saw the sinner she was trying to redeem act very selfless. Looking out for his friend and standing up to someone with power over him to protect others. Yet the seraphim concluded that there was no helping him.

You couldn't believe the events you witness so you decided that enough was enough and you packed your bags and took a portal to hell. (Without telling anyone of course). When you arrived you noticed that it was like earth but worse. Dirty with crime in every corner.

You tried not to be judgemental. You didn't like how the angels acted so superior towards the princess and her people so you wanted to be as open minded as you could. You tried to find some kind of directions so you make your way to the hotel but nobody seemed inclined to help.

Meanwhile you were unaware that as an angel showing up in hell you were attracting more attention than you realized. The demons that noticed your halo and wings began to whisper about and you were oblivious to the cameras watching you since you arrived.

"Is that really an Angel?" Vox pondered. "She certainly looks like she comes from heaven" Valentino said with slightly suggestive implications. "She might be powerful if we can get her to make a deal..." Vox's words trailed off as he felt consumed with the way she moved. She was born to be on a screen. "...We'll have to make sure she doesn’t make it to her intended destination." He caught himself trying to hide his allure towards her.

Val on the other hand never tried to hide anything. "Ella seguro es hermosa. I wonder if she'd be open to filming something with me." He spoke as he eyed her on the screen. Vox tried to contain the unreasonable amount of jealousy he was already feeling. "Well if I get a deal with her we can share." Vox lied. He didn't have any plans to share her. Val didn't seem to like that idea.

"How come you want her so bad? Maybe if I get her I can make us both rich." They both threw shade at one another while trying to hide their true feelings before they noticed the cameras had lost their precious little angel. "HEY! WHERED SHE GO?!?" Vox shouted. They searched street after street before the drone found her again. She was close to the hazbin hotel. "Shit! We can't let her get there." Vox declared. "You're right. We can discuss this once we have her here." Valentino said being uncharacteristically reasonable for once.

"I'll cut her off and you meet me there" Vox knew he might have to share her with Val but he started to feel confident he could manipulate him enough to keep him in check at the very least. Now all he needed to do was convince an Angel to trust a demon which was something he wasn't too concerned about. Convincing people to trust him was literally his job. And it was pretty damn good at it. This should be easy.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #yandere valentino #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #yandere vox #valentino x reader #vox x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader

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kaylopolis · 5 months ago

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Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Chapter Nine

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months earlier than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. After all, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plan brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down but also challenge your grab for power…

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

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Author note: Dear Hoteliers, I give you... The Vox blowup ;) (A long one but a good one)

<3 Stay smutty

Chapter Nine - A Black Suit

Content Warning: Mentions of Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder-Suicide, Self-Harm, Blood, Minors DNI!

Day One.

You slept, waking only to have Alastor call Rosie in to help you to the bathroom. At some point Alastor woke you again, guiding you to the balcony, he sat you down in his chair and covered you with a blanket as he served you soup. The two of you sat in silence as you stared off into the dying light of Pentagram City below.

Day Two.

Alastor woke you to feed you, guiding you to the balcony once more. The Radio Demon was silent, the only words exchanged between the two of you were the thanks you expressed when he helped you walk and served you a meal. Soft jazz wrapped around the two of you as you sat and ate, enjoying the views of the City.

Day Three.

Something felt off.

You woke to Rosie instead of Alastor. He was busy with something, but Rolf had been with you the whole time. That somehow warmed your heart, but still, a deep pit of dread had opened up within you. She changed your bandages, applying a salve that burned but eventually cooled to a soothing numbness.

Rosie offered you a freshly cooked meal she made herself, but for whatever reason, you didn’t have the heart to eat it. Rolf guided you to the balcony instead, the shadow trying to encourage you to eat, but your stomach disagreed.

Rosie disappeared for a while, the clinking of dishes could be heard as she cleaned up the kitchen. Rolf eventually brought out a radio, which helped the bubbles building in your chest.

You were anxious but didn’t know why.

The muscles in your body were stiff but in a good way. You felt stronger, your torso more secure. You were starting to really heal - finally. An Angelic blade does damage, forcing your skin and bones to heal at the rate of a mere mortal. Good to know.

There was a chime from the kitchen - a landline? Alastor had a phone in this apartment? Why hadn’t he told anyone?

There were mumbles you couldn’t make out, but your question as to who was calling was answered ten minutes later as Alastor strode out onto the balcony. He was covered in blood, worry weighing down his brow as he sprinted before you, trampling over his feet.

The demon collected himself, his usual static absent, before clearing his voice and speaking, “Rosie says you’re refusing to eat.”

You kept your eyes on the City below, fingers grasping the edges of the red blanket wrapped around you. “I’m not hungry.” There was a small breeze today - a rare occurrence in Hell.

Alastor sighed. The demon knelt before you, conscious of not touching you in fear of smearing blood on your perfectly pale skin. You dropped your gaze to his hands resting on his bent knee, red flecks drying and crusting off the leather.

“Darling?”

His voice was gentle, far gentler than you had ever heard. You didn’t know the Radio Demon could be gentle. It surprised you, causing you to look up and meet his gaze. His irises were soft; the cold steel you normally saw within them had melted into warm honey. The demon smirked, his grin lopsided. He tilted his head, reading something behind your eyes before you felt a wave of static radiate from his form. His magic reached out and slithered into a gap within you you didn’t know had formed in his absence. You felt it curl into your flames and instantly felt the fire in your veins burn a little hotter.

“How about a bowl of jambalaya?” Alastor asked.

You matched his soft smile, the anxiety in your chest settling, “Sounds perfect.”

Day Four.

You woke without anyone waking you, but you didn’t get up right away, for Alastor was sitting at the edge of the bed. The radio was silent, and the doors were open, filling the room with the soft hum of acid rain.

The Radio Demon had his head in his hand, watching the drops splatter across the metal platform outside, a glass of rye in the other. His ears were pressed against his head, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. The same familiar white button-up had a few buttons popped, revealing his scarred chest underneath. The thin line of his lips made something twist in your chest. So rarely did Alastor not have a smile on his face.

For a long time, you wanted to see what it would take to get Alastor to show some emotion other than his iconic grin. Now? Now, it bothered you. Now, all you wanted to do was make him smile. When had that changed? When had Alastor gone from someone you considered an annoying thorn in your side to someone you wanted to make happy?

Eventually, he felt your eyes weighing on him but made no move to interrupt the therapeutic murmur of rain. Sitting up, you carefully crawled to the edge of the bed, joining the Radio Demon as you watched the acid fall from the sky.

It was somehow even more beautiful than all the days you spent staring at the dimming light of day on this balcony, somehow more intimate than any moment you had shared before.

You don’t know why you said it, but it somehow felt right in this moment.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Who knew two words could mean a thousand? Who knew you could have an entire conversation with just a few syllables and silence?

The demon turned to you then, but you kept your eyes on the rain. “Of course, ma cherie.”

Your heart did a flip in your chest as Alastor’s half-lidded gaze found your face. The demon smiled, soft and toothless, his eyebrows relaxing, the worry lifting from his shoulders. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes heavy, his hair a disheveled mess atop his head. Whatever had been bothering him has clearly taken its toll upon the Radio Demon. He always looked so put together, so lively in everything he did, now he looked almost a shell of himself.

His leg came to rest against your own, much like Vox's had when he drove you in the limo. Yet, here, now, you found that you didn't mind it.

You reached out, your fingers barely grazing his atop the bedsheet. Silently, you asked for his hand, and he gave it, placing the rye on the bedside table. His hands were rough with years of callouses from throwing his cane around like a weapon. The demon was warm. Why was Alastor always so warm? Not hot like your fire, but warm like the sun on a cool autumn morning.

The ends of his arms were dyed in black, like your own, but his were accented with a pair of red claws, sharpened to a point. You were weakened in your current state, so maybe it would work…

Using his claw, you cut the tip of your index finger.

“What are you doing?” Alastor froze.

A bubble of golden blood surfaced. Using your finger like a pencil, you draw a rune on his forearm. “A Rune of Healing.” You add beneath your breath, “You look like you need it.”

Alastor stares at the blood for a moment, watching it dry on his fur before asking, “Where did you learn this magic?”

You signed, bringing his hand into your lap, playing lazily with his fingers. “Have you ever read the Bible?”

Alastor continues to stare at his hand, his mind focusing on your fingers on his. “Never had the time.”

“Before God made man, he made Leviathans - monsters that predated even us Angels - but the creatures proved to be too hungry, too destructive, and too uncivilized for God’s liking. So God created Purgatory and locked them inside.”

“As part of my training, I was…” Your smile falters, your eyes dropping to Alastor’s hand. “...locked in with them.” You shake your head, willing the memories away. “Picked up a few of their tricks, trying to find my way out. It’s how I made my robe, how I made the cards… Their magic system was far more raw than mortal magic, more difficult to contain but all the more powerful in the long run.*” You take a deep breath and will away the growing anxiety with it. “It’s very similar to Voodoo, actually…”

Alastor’s hand clamps down around yours, his soft smile faltering. Gold still bubbled at the tip of your index finger, the blood slowly clotting over the small slit Alastor’s claw had pierced into your flesh.

You waited for Alastor’s inner demon to take over, for the cannibalistic hunger to consume him completely. Or worse. He might take that finger and pop it into his mouth, his tongue lapping the gold - just as he had in your dream.

You held your breath.

The demon pulled a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wrapped it around the tip of your finger.

And that… That left you disappointed.

“Don’t ever do that again,” the demon commanded.

“Alastor…” You didn’t know what to say. “I was just trying to help…”

“I think you’ve done quite enough lately, don’t you?” The Radio Demon’s mask fell into place, his voice stern but not sharp.

You scoff, “You’re mad?”

Alastor didn’t answer.

“Valentino was a sadist. He would have done it again…”

The red demon drops your hand to cup your cheeks, tilting your face up to meet his. “I’ve seen enough of your blood spilled for a lifetime, let alone an eternity." His crimson irises shine in the low light, his stare stealing the breath from your lungs. In a softer tone, he adds, "A drop more might break me."

You blink at him.

Why did it feel like he was confessing something to you?

BUZZ! BUZZ!

The demon dropped his grip immediately, eyeing the nightstand. “You should get that.” His mood soured.

Grabbing the phone next to his glass of rye you flipped through it to find a ton of missed calls and text messages from Vox.

Alastor abruptly stood from the bed. “You should call him. He’s been worried.”

You look between Alastor and the phone. The demon couldn’t look at you, couldn’t face you, his body stiff and shoulders square.

A double take. A triple take.

Wait… Hold up… Was Alastor…?

“You’re mad that I went after Valentino. That I can understand. But, Vox…?”

The demon grits his teeth.

"Are you... jealous?"

“You were dying in my arms mere hours after being in his!?” He spat, the room’s aura turning slightly green. “You are not his to claim!”

“Claim!?” You screamed back. You jump to your feet. “I only went on that stupid date because Angel made me. I didn’t want to go. You would have known that had you not been out destroying half the Doomsday District!”

Alastor grabbed your hand, his fist wrapping around your fingers, holding the cell phone. The demon turned murderous, finding the edge of that barely contained anger.

“And whose fault was that, darling?” His claws dug into your skin but didn't draw blood. Even in a fit of anger, Alastor was gentle with you and, oh, was the demon angry.

You scoffed.

Alastor's irises transform into dials, his teeth sharpening to a point. “Who left me wanting in the bayou?”

Wanting!? What... What!?

“Who kidnapped me and dragged me to the bayou!?” You counter, feeling the irritation bubble beneath your skin.

“I wouldn’t have had to kidnap you had you not been lying to me, darling. Quid-pro-quo, remember?” The demon took a step towards you, his chest almost flush with yours.

“Only when it benefits us both!” You stomped your foot like a child but felt yourself lean in any way. Alastor's warmth was like a magnet, and your body the metal that couldn't stay away.

“You dying benefits neither of us.”

Your heart did a flip in your chest, causing you to stutter, “F... Fine! No more lying!”

“Wonderful!” The demon smiled, his eyes still egging you on, his smile curling at the edges.

“Perfect!” You spat, your blood beginning to boil with the threat of your flames.

“Delightful!" The demon sang, a hint of anger in his tone.

You hesitated again, your mind beginning to panic as the realization of just how close the Radio Demon was to you. He was so close you could smell the rye on his breath. “I hate you!” You spat, but it was not as aggressive as you would have liked it. In fact, it was more breathless than anything else.

Alastor tipped his head and laughed. You're taken aback by his sudden change in emotion. The demon leans in, his breath hot on your face.

Something flashed behind the demon's eyes, his grin turning lopsided as he whispered, "No, you don’t.”

Oh, so briefly did Alastor catch your gaze fall to his lips and he would have loved to capture your mouth with his, but he slid his gaze to your conjoined hands instead.

"See," he said, motioning to your fingers, which were now engulfed in blue flame.

You flinched back, not wanting to hurt the demon, but his fingers clamped down harder. And that's when you noticed the green static dancing around your flames: Alastor's magic.

Alastor's static zipped over your fingers and melted into the bones of your hands as sparks flew into the electronic. The phone cracked, small chunks of plastic blasting apart and flinging across the room.

Then Alastor felt you push a little bit more of your power through your fingers and felt it join his. The destroyed pile of electronics burst apart, the pieces turning to ash.

The demon shuttered across from you, a zip of your power vibrating up his arm. He could feel your flame, could feel the Angelic power emanating from your core.

Fire erupts across his skin up to his shoulders, engulfing him in your Holy Fire. The demon nodded to your arm, which was now engulfed in green static.

It didn’t hurt. In fact it felt good. It felt like Alastor’s static whenever he entered a room, it felt like his shadow wrapping around your ankles. It even smelled like him - like the deep forest after a storm, like the heavy musk of his shampoo...

It felt like Alastor.

You closed your eyes and sank into the feeling his magic gave you. It calmed you in a wave of ecstasy. Your heart rate slowed, your body relaxed, and the soreness of your wounds numbed. You felt complete in this moment like you had the other day on the balcony when Alastor returned from wherever he had run off to. He had joined his magic with yours then and it had filled a hole you didn’t even know was there. Now? Now, it wrapped you in a blanket and cradled you in its arms like a small babe.

Alastor cupped your cheek, and you leaned into him, deepening the feeling. God, you were already sensitive after Alastor’s magic moved through you. Now, his touch set you on fire.

You never wanted to let this go, you never wanted to stop chasing this high. You couldn’t explain it, you had never felt this way before…

"You don't hate me," Alastor was breathless, his breathing ragged. The demon wrapped a hand around your throat, gently turning your head to the side. He brought his lips to the crest of your ear, allowing the blues and greens of your magic to engulf you. He whispered, "You hate how much you want me."

His words sent a shiver straight through to your core, eliciting a warmth that pooled between your legs. The room filled with the scent of warm vanilla; this time, it was coming from both of you.

The demon pressed his lips to your ear, his voice deepening to a smoky edge. "It drove me mad to smell him on you as you lay in my sheets." He growled. "Never again." He shook his head. "I'm going to make you scream my name over and over again until you forget his." The demon turned your head so you were face to face, the tip of his nose brushing yours. Alastor's gaze was so intense that it stirred a fire within you that had your heart racing, your mind numb, and the heat pooling in your lower belly. "I will consume you completely, ma cherie, until there is nothing left for him to claim."

You gasped, your breath mixing with his, “Then fucking kiss me.”

And he obeyed.

He kissed you as if he was suffocating and you were the only source of oxygen in the room. He kissed you as if he were dying and you were the cup of life. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you.

A well of fire, in greens and blues, erupted from the two of you, swirling throughout the room. Something snapped between your beings like a twisted puzzle piece finally dropping into place. It was more than the connection you felt when you made a deal with him as the Shadow, it was more than any soul contract you had ever made.

And as that connection opened you felt yourself falling into him, your power, tainted with the taste of jasmine, mixed with his. Scents of rain filled your nose, the taste of liquor on his lips, the breeze of autumn drew goosebumps across your flesh. He tasted better than you imagined, better than he did in your dreams. The taste of rye danced across your lips. It was smokey and made your mouth tingle.

It was like Alastor was all around you, consuming your very breath as his lips danced over yours.

Alastor’s shadow swirled around your feet yet it was no longer cold but warm, it no longer felt foreign but like an extension of the Radio Demon himself.

And as your lips desperately captured his, you could feel him as solid as he felt beneath your hands on his chest. Much like the radio static you felt whenever he entered a room, you could feel his very being melting into your bones.

You gasped when his hands bunched in the clothing hugging your hips, as he pulled you flush against him. Alastor took the opportunity as your mouth parted to snake his tongue between your teeth. You moaned when it ghosted over yours, sparking a heat within you that dropped between your legs. Alastor was feeling much the same, largely the same. You could feel his excitement growing against you.

You climbed up on your toes, thrusting your fingers into his hair, knotting at the back of his head. You pulled him closer into you, demanding more of him. The demon growled as you tugged on his roots.

You didn’t know much about kissing, let alone using your tongue, but when you pushed back against his, Alastor nearly lost all control. The demon nearly gave in, nearly picked you up, and wrapped your legs around his waist so he could take you to bed.

But he didn’t, and you were not okay with that.

“Alastor,” you broke apart, your lips ghosting his. “I want…”

A gasp as his mouth found your neck. You nearly collapsed when you felt his teeth nip at your skin - not enough to draw blood, but enough to know that you liked the pain, knowing that it made you all the more excited.

Using his tongue to soothe the spots that were sure to bruise, the demon’s mouth slowly trailed down your neck. Nipping, sucking, licking...

And you were thoughtless, wanting to feel every movement against your skin. The demon had your head spinning and the clit between your legs throbbing with every brush of his lips against your neck.

The demon found your collarbone, planting a kiss before making his way back up. He licked just under your ear, setting your nerves alight, and your flames sparking. A small yelp escaped your lips as he nibbled at your ear lobe.

“Yes, ma cherie?” You could feel the demon’s lips curl into a smile against your skin.

Your fire was crawling across your forms, feeding the blues swirling about the room. God, your body was starving; Alastor's touch the nutrients it needed.

"Touch me," you breathed.

Alastor growled. You were pushing his ability to contain himself. The demon gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as they desperately held on to your shirt. The demon didn't trust himself to let go.

Fuck you wanted him to. You just wanted to feel his skin against yours. To know what it would be like to have his hands on your breasts and not his static. To feel his claws scrap across your scalp as he dug into your hair. You wanted him to take those claws and sink them into your hips. You wanted Alastor to drive his canines into your flesh and taste the sweetness of your blood on his lips. You wanted to drive Alastor absolutely crazy with the taste of you on his tongue, with the feeling of your body in his hands.

And he wanted more; he really did. He's dreamed of tasting you, of exactly how he would take you. But not right now, not yet. Your injuries were as fresh in his mind as the sutures in your skin. It would take time for the two of you to heal.

He truly meant it when he said a drop more might break him...

Alastor cupped your cheek, forcing you to look him in the eye to show you how serious he was. "Darling," the demon purred, his irises flashing back and forth from dials to pupils. "When I fuck you for the first time, I'm going to spend hours drawing orgasm after orgasm until you beg me to stop. Until you're screaming my name in agony. Only then will I give you the satisfaction of my cock, and I do not plan on stopping after just once." The demon leaned in and whispered, "And I will not be gentle."

A shiver ran down your spine.

"But I'm going to need you in one piece for that, ma cherie," he continued. "Especially since you're in no state for me to fuck you against a wall."

The demon pressed a long kiss to your forehead before tearing himself away. You saw the fight in his eyes as he stepped back from you, saw how hard it was for him not to pounce on you right there and tear every ounce of clothing off your body where you stood. And as Alastor backed away from you, the colors began to die down, the rush in your veins cooling.

You weren't happy with the outcome, but... Understood. And you were more than willing to wait for the things he was promising. More than happy to ride the high his lips instilled within you. You brought your fingers to your mouth and could still feel his lips against yours.

You smiled madly to yourself as Alastor summoned his shadows.

Wait. Alastor wasn't walking out of the room; he was disappearing from it. Which meant he wasn't planning on staying in the apartment tonight.

He was leaving! He was leaving and...

“I was never interested in Vox!” The words fall from your lips before you had a chance to register what you were saying, alarm filling your chest.

The demon pauses his melting. “You kissed him.” It wasn't harsh when he said it, but it still made you flinch.

“He kissed me, and it was terrible. I was miserable the entire time and…” You hesitated, debating whether or not you should take that vulnerable leap, but the ache in your chest twisted about itself.

Alastor was going to go after Vox.

No. No. No! Alastor went up against Vox before and he didn't win, especially against Vox and Velvette. He couldn't do that alone!

“The whole time I was out, I kept looking for you!” You blurt.

In the darkness, it was hard to make out, but even in the low green light Alastor usually emits, you swore you saw him… blushing?

“Do not go after him, Alastor." You continued. "At least, not without me. Quid-pro-quo. You shook on it!”

The demon stood frozen a moment, the wheels behind his eyes turning, before finally nodding. You made a deal. He had to listen.

The shadows shrank back.

"Goodnight, ma cherie," the demon's smile glowed in the dark as he left the room, heading for slumber.

Your whole body relaxed. Vox was safe from Alastor's wrath for one night...

Day Five

“Shit,” you rolled onto your side and pushed yourself out of bed. You had to pee and BAD.

After relieving yourself, Rolf met you in your bedroom, a childish smile sprawling across his face. Looking around, you felt the silence of the apartment weighing heavily down upon you, not even the radio was playing - and it was always playing. It felt… weird.

“Is he here?” You asked the shadow.

No.

Oh, shit Rolf could talk. “Where is he?”

Busy.

That explains the silent radio. “When will he be back?”

Don’t know.

“Does he know I’m up?”

No. Will tell later. Busy.

Hmm, okay then. Your stomach growled. “Do you eat?”

I can.

“Do you cook?”

The shadow smiled.

“Good, because I’m starving.”

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You snorted into your hand, the action bringing you considerably less pain than it had five days ago.

The record skipped and as you got up to change the song, Rolf was stirring the pot.

You tried the radio first before having Rolf move the record table into the kitchen, but the only thing playing was blood-curdling screams. Yup, Alastor was busy all right.

“Okay. Okay. I cannot believe Alastor has this one!” You grabbed the next one on top of the pile. “This was way after his time and not something I ever pictured him listening to!”

You popped on “Blue Moon of Kentucky” by Bill Monroe and did your best to sing along to it from your chair at the table. It hurt, but in a good way. Your muscles were stiff and begging to be used.

Rolf mashed a few more tomatoes before throwing them into the pot.

“…Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and said good-byeeeeeeeee!” You did your best to hit the high note at the end, but it only burned your throat and made you cough. Rolf clapped anyway.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You gave a shallow head bow. “I dedicate that song to my new friend Rolf. May his tomato soup be as delicious as his sense of humor is hilarious!”

The shadow gave you a polite nod.

“This next one goes out to Freaky Fred.” You switched the records. “I have no idea if that’s his actual name, but he’s the weird guy that sits in the front row at Mimzy’s and stares at my cleavage while I play.”

You drop the needle and spin…

“Alastor!”

The demon stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his jacket slung over his back. He was covered in blood - a common sight it seems - a package of wrapped meat in his other hand.

God, you wanted to lick the blood off of him...

Stop it! Focus!

“Don’t stop on my account, darling.” His voice purred over the sound of Robert Johnson’s “Hell Hound on My Trail” starting up on the table.

You rolled your eyes and plopped back onto the seat, using the motion to hide the blush creeping up your neck and the smile threatening to break across your face.

What was it about this demon that made you so gitty? The butterflies in your chest were in a flurry, remembering everything he promised last night...

“You,” the demon turned to Rolf. “Here. Now.” The shadow zipped back to Alastor, reattaching itself to the demon’s feet.

“Hey,” your lips dropped. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Incorrect.” Alastor draped his jacket over the seat next to you, turned off the stove, and dumped the pot into the sink.

“What are you doing?” You protested.

“Rolf is a terrible, terrible cook.” Alastor smiled.

“You put him in time out for bad cooking?” You gave him a dumb look.

“No, he’s in time out for not telling me you were awake.”

“We were having fun!” You countered. “Besides, you were busy so…”

His smile faltered ever so slightly, making the knot in your chest twist. “Rosie said it has been long enough for your wound to heal. She gave her permission to shower. I’ll have something prepared for you when you’re done.”

What? He… he was the one covered in blood! You glanced down at yourself… Actually, you were more of a mess than he was and you kind of smelled.

Oh, fuck you smelled, and Alastor had been all over you last night!

Your face heated in embarrassment.

Shit, act cool. Act cool.

“Are you going to cook that?” You nod to the package on the counter as you pass.

You sniffed, trying to pick up the scent of the meat. It was orangey with a hint of mint - fear, as expected - but beneath that was a bed of thyme. So rare did the meat from this world smell so herby.

Alastor smirked over his shoulder as he pulled various things from his kitchen cabinets. “I would not subject you to my… unique tastes.”

“Hm,” you twist the end of your matted braid as you head for the door, intentionally swaying your hips as you walk.

Yes, get him thinking about something other than the fact that you looked like an absolute trainwreck right now.

“Such a shame," you sang. "I’m a sucker for a shoulder steak.”

You could feel Alastor’s look of disbelief on the back of your neck as you headed for the shower.

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“Fuck,” the brush was now thoroughly embedded in your hair.

Alastor’s shower was glorious. It had faucets on the walls and the ceiling with a list of modes and temperature settings with titles of different rainstorms. The lights were on a dimmer, and the floor was warmer for your toes when you stepped out. The glass encampment was the definition of luxury.

But the soap.

It smelled of the deep woods, it smelled of Alastor, and now it smelled of you.

Rosie must have brought over all your new clothes for they hung in the armoire - Alastor must have moved his stuff for you. You had to give it to her, she had outdone herself this time.

For the first time in weeks, you changed into your own clothes - a black romper complete with a red sweater overtop. The cashmere cut off just below your chest, highlighting your hourglass shape and thin legs. You wished for your red lipstick to bring it all together, but sadly, your makeup was left behind.

Then came trying to brush your hair. Lifting your arms over your head was a struggle. The stitches were healing nicely, but your skin still pulled against the silk of the sutures. Plus, the knots that accumulated over the two weeks you were basically unconscious made brushing your hair incredibly difficult. Now, the brush was stuck, like a child with a piece of gum entrapped in their hair.

You debated just heading out into the kitchen like this, but the humiliation you’d get from Alastor might just kill you. You debated summoning flames to burn it out but didn’t want to lose all your beautiful silver hair - which needed a re-dye. You debated summoning scissors from the Void to cut it out, but then you’d have to cut it all so as not to look ridiculous. So, you stood in the bathroom and tried to unravel the matte with your fingernails.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Food is…” Alastor stopped mid-sentence, his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

You made eye contact with him in the mirror, your face turning as red as your sweater.

Great, that’s it. You were done. Goodbye, cruel world! It was nice knowing you. You tried to think of something to say, to explain yourself, but instead, the words came out in a jumble.

“I… arms… can’t… pain.”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

He dropped his hand, his usual neutral smile plastered across his face.

“Sit.” He commanded.

And you obeyed.

He summoned a chair from the Void facing the mirror. Carefully, his claws raked through your hair and draped it over the back of the chair. And then, he picked through the knot on your head, pulling the hairbrush easily free.

“Thanks…” You tried to stand, but Alastor’s eyes cemented you to the chair.

“Stay,” he repeated.

Taking the brush, he ran it through your hair.

Alastor was brushing your hair.

“You don’t have to…”

“My mother had hair much like yours.” The demon interrupts you, his voice soft, his eyes swimming in memories.

You froze, your gaze finding the countertop. You couldn’t look at him. It was hard to look at him - especially after last night. God, you spent hours in bed thinking about it, too gitty to sleep...

“Although yours is much, much longer,” he chuckled before his mod turned sour. “There were days when father beat her so bad she couldn’t raise her arms over her head.”

You swallowed dryly, that thing in your chest twisting about itself.

“She would ask me to brush her hair for her. It was the one act of kindness I was within my power to offer her.” He dropped the brush and began partitioning your hair to braid it. You had assumed Rosie did that. Not Alastor.

You felt yourself relax into him. You sighed in pleasure as Alastor's claws practically massaged your scalp. It was a heavenly feeling, his touch attempting to relax you as the knot in your chest wound itself around and around.

“I know what fathers can be like...”

You couldn’t explain more without telling him. Were you going to tell him? Tell him who you really were?

He knew you were an Angel, but he didn’t KNOW. Could you trust him with that information, with that part of yourself you had been running away from for the past few decades? Could you face Alastor and tell him the truth? He had saved your life but could you trust him with it?

Part of you wanted to tell him, but the other held you back.

You knew Alastor, but you didn’t really know him. Not this gentle, hair-braiding, housewife version of him. This version of Alastor came out of nowhere. You didn’t expect it. You didn’t know what to do with it. You didn’t…

DING!

“Alastor, what smells so good, mister?” Rosie’s voice filled the apartment. “Where are you, sweetheart? I have your new suit for Lucifer’s visit!”

Your head whipped around so fast, you nearly ripped a stitch. “Lucifer’s visit?”

Rosie turned the corner, “How is… Oh!!” She threw her bags at Alastor and gathered you in a tight hug. “Oh, my tomato, we’ve been worried sick.” She peppered the top of your head with kisses before stepping back. She held a finger in front of you. “If you ever do anything like that ever again…”

“I’ll find a way to raise you from the dead and kill you myself.” You repeated at the same time as she did, having heard this mantra before.

“I don’t doubt you will Rosie,” you grabbed her hand and squeezed.

“And you, Mr. Voodoo Man,” she pointed to Alastor. “You ever have your shadow kidnap me from my house again, you’re next.”

Alastor tipped his head before crossing his arms over his chest. He had moved the bags to the bed, placing them neatly. He was still speckled in blood, but he had washed his face and arms of the red crust.

“So,” you started, eyeing Alastor in particular. “Lucifer’s visit?”

“It isn’t important,” Alastor answered too quickly, waving you off.

“You don’t think it’s important that my…” you caught yourself, “The King of Hell is coming to the Hotel after being away for years?”

You had heard rumors of what happened after Lilith left him, collected via comments by Charlie over your time at the Hotel. He had snapped: gone into a monumental depression befitting the overly emotional Angel.

Lucifer was always the softie, the easily breakable one. He cried over spilled milk and laughed at even the most terrible of jokes just so your feelings weren’t hurt. He was a big, squishy boy with a heart two sizes too big. You had tried to find him after you fell but to no avail.

“No,” Alastor answered coolly. “Because you aren’t going.”

Rosie’s eyes darted between the two of you.

“I haven’t seen him since I…” Since you basically helped kick him out - don’t forget, you were once a naive Heaven do-godder, too. Well, you technically weren't in Heaven when it happened, but you never did anything afterward to remedy the situation. “I need to see him.” You had to know he was alright.

“Uh-uh!” Rosie stepped in. “He takes one look at you, and everything you have worked for will be over!”

You tried to ignore the questioning glare Alastor was shooting the two of you.

She was right. Vaggie and Charlie might not have recognized you, but Lucifer surely will. But you had a plan for that.

You got to your feet without a word, wincing slightly at the pull of your stitches.

Alastor took a step towards you, cutting you off from the bathroom exit. His eyes hardened to steel as he towered over you, his relaxed demeanor replaced by a stiff board.

God, what’s with him and doorways!?

“You can’t even stand without pain.”

“I’m not a glass doll, Alastor!” You countered. “I’m an…”

“An Angel, I know, darling, you keep reminding me,” a muscle in his jaw ticked.

You gritted your teeth, the anger bubbling under your skin. He really wasn’t giving you a choice this time, but you didn’t back down easily.

“Go with her,” Rosie offered. She was leaning against the countertop, her chin in her hands like she was staring at something amusing, a big ol’ grin plastered across her face.

“What?” You scrunched your nose in confusion.

“Go with her, Alastor,” Rosie repeated. “If you don’t want her going out on her own then escort her to the Hotel.”

Babysit me, she means. Like I’m a fucking child.

“I’m not going to the Hotel just yet,” you corrected.

Rosie raised her eyebrow.

“The Mark of the Covenant.**”

“Oh my stars, tomato, you said it yourself you didn’t even know if it worked!?”

“Explain,” Alastor demanded.

“It’s a mark of the flesh which is said to hide you from Angels.” You turn to Rosie, “And I know for a fact that it works. Cain used it to hide from God after he killed Abel.” You know because you were the one who found him. “I just don’t know if it will work to hide an Angel from an Angel.” You turned back to Alastor, whose eyes were practically on fire. “And I’m going, with or without you.”

Alastor shared a look with Rosie, their eyes having a silent conversation only they could decipher. Alastor eventually nodded, “Rosie, check her stitches. We leave in an hour.”

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Rosie hummed as she examined your wound. It was an odd sort of comfort, one you missed more than you cared to admit.

If someone had told you the day you fell that this woman was going to become like a mother to you, you probably would have laughed in their face.

Your first meeting with the Overlord hadn’t gone too well. Falling from the sky in a heap of blood and black feathers, you almost landed on her and took her out. It was late, the streets of Cannibal Town were deserted. The Overlord, after getting over her shock, had debated eating you, but then you unfurled from your black cocoon, and she saw your face - like a defenseless child. She scooped you up and hid you away in her Emporium until Carmilla Carmine came.

She was the cold to Rosie’s hot. You were strung up and interrogated - honestly, her reaction was reasonable. You were the enemy. Weeks, you were tortured before they figured out you wouldn’t break. You weren’t a stranger to torture and had endured far worse at more powerful hands.

Then it was Rosie’s turn. She cleaned you up, fed you a hot meal, introduced you to Jasmine tea, and gave you a new set of clothes. She cared for you in a way no one ever had before.

And you cracked like an egg.

You told the Overlords who you were and what had happened. They didn’t believe you until you summoned your fire to prove it. Even then Carmilla was suspicious. After that, they didn’t know what to do with you. You didn’t want to go back and, actually, Heaven didn’t even know you were there.

So, Rosie found you a place to stay and a job at a coffee shop, and taught you to blend in as a Human Sinner - even helped you find a way to magick your blood to bleed red. Everything was peachy until the first Extermination. Then you let your true colors show. You were furious.

That’s when you approached the Overlords with your idea. Your idea turned into a full blown, multistage plan - that the two women fully supported. Step one: become the Shadow.

Now, here you were, sitting in an Overlord’s bathroom, held together by duct tape and glue, not really sure which step this had included.

“So, when were you gonna tell me?” Rosie beamed. The Overlord pushed a finger into your neck. Pushed a bruise.

Shit.

You examined the damage after you got out of the shower. The black and blue bruises were like a trail of breadcrumbs down your neck, outlining a path from your right ear to your collarbone. And you didn't have your makeup to cover them up.

“Tell you what?” You decided to play dumb. You winced as you tugged the shirt back over your head, the bubbles of anxiety filling your chest.

“You and Alastor.”

You choked, flipping your hair over the bruises. “Excuse me?”

“Romance! C'mon, dearie, details, details!" She sang.

You checked the corners of the room for Rolf, but it seemed he was giving you your privacy. Thank the Lord, because if Alastor heard this you would actually die.

“There is nothing to tell,” you pushed away and went in search of a pair of socks. Well, technically...

“Oh, dear, trouble in paradise?” She took a seat on the bed, her feathers swaying with the breeze drifting in from the open balcony doors.

“There is no paradise, Rosie. Alastor, he...” God, how do you explain what you were feeling. You hid your face in your hands, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

Honestly, you were confused. God, you wanted Alastor. You knew that; your body had been quite clear about that from the beginning. But romance?

“I see this has been a topic of tension for you,” she nodded, her smile never faltering.

Oh, she was trying her client shit on you.

“Don’t do that,” you snapped. “I ain’t a Sinner coming to you for relationship advice.”

“I’m merely makin' an observation.” She shrugged.

You huffed, sitting on the bed next to her, pulling on your socks and a pair of red sneakers Rosie bought for you.

Wait…

You looked down at your outfit, then at the clothes hanging in the armoire.

“Rosie, why is my new wardrobe completely red and black?” You asked through gritted teeth.

Alastor’s colors. She dressed you in the fucking Radio Demon’s signature colors.

“Red looks good on you,” she smiled. There was definitely a double meaning there.

“Rosie…” You warned.

“Look. That first day Alastor was back, he wouldn’t stop talking about the new daime at the Hotel. Then, what do ya’ know, there you are, standing right before us! I saw how he looked at you in that old, stingy red dress. Like you were… well, an Angel."

“In all the years I have known Alastor, he has never been interested in anyone. Never married. No romantic interests. Not even a casual hookup. He barely likes to be touched. Then you came along, and he’s practically falling all over you."

“You should have seen him after you were hurt. He begged me. Begged me to help you. He was seconds away from falling apart himself. I have never seen anything like it."

“The past two weeks, he hasn’t left this apartment, ya’ know, except to hunt down witnesses.”

“Witnesses?” You scrunch your nose in confusion.

“Oh, tomato, Alastor shut down the broadcasts but there were Sinners on the streets watching the whole thing. He’s been hunting them down one by one to protect your secret.”

What!?

“When you collapsed the second time he stopped eating, stopped sleeping completely. He blames himself ya’ know? He told you Velvette wasn’t a threat. Yet the bitch nearly killed ya’!”

That’s right… That night on the balcony he told you Velvette wasn’t much of a fighter - he told you to be weary of Vox and Valentino. You did let your guard down in the fight. You underestimated her…

“I’ve been staying here in the guest suite just to take care of him!”

“I didn’t know any of this…”

Rosie cupped your hands in hers. “He tells you he cares through his actions - ironic for a radio host, I know! Hell, he’d never actually tell me this, but I know he’d die without me.”

She laughed before her tone turned more serious. “I’m not telling you all this to persuade you, tomato, but I can see that you're scared."

You shot her an exasperated look.

“You’ve spent the entire time I’ve known ya’ runnin’. You’re so guarded, so selective of who you let in, that when someone sneaks by without you knowing, it terrifies you. You suspect the worst. I don’t blame ya’, after the stories I heard regarding the men in your life… Alastor’s afraid too, ya’ know?”

Your ears perked up at that.

“His father killed his mom and then shot himself. That kinda thing changes a person. He closed himself off, never let anyone else in…” She smiled. “Letting people in can be terrifying, but it can be the most amazing thing. You've been runnin' for so long, sweetie, aren't you tired?”

The last time you tried something like that, it ended with Vox sticking his tongue down your throat. It was disgusting, and you were miserable. The only good thing that came of it was the information you collected regarding Voxtek technologies and Crim.

But was that romance? Honestly, you had no idea how it was supposed to feel. This was completely uncharted territory for you!

“I’m not good at that kind of stuff, Rosie. I could never do what you do at the Emporium. I…” You pulled your hands back before taking a deep breath. “He doesn’t even know who I am…”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she pinched your cheek. “Is that what you're worried about? Come here.” She pulls you into a hug. “If that’s all that’s holding you back, then you have nothing to worry about. I know, and I love you even more for it.”

“Thank you, Rosie, but if he knew...”

If Alastor knew why you were sent to Earth; if he knew what happened because of it; if he knew why you were in Hell now... Fuck, the only one who knew everything was Rosie. Yes, she accepted you - Hell, she adopted you - but she hasn't once tried to kill you, hasn't once tried to trick you and take your power for herself.

If you opened up and showed that part of yourself - of who you really were - what would happen? Despite everything he said last night, would he still want you?

And that... That truth is what scares you and has made you want to run all these years. You've been so hurt before in the past, so absolutely crushed, that opening that door again and letting someone in was terrifying.

Last night you had incidentally found yourself in that position, but going forward...

"He doesn't even know about the plan. He doesn't know why I'm here and not in Heaven. He doesn't know what I did or what I took from E..."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Ready?” Alastor turns the corner, and your attention immediately snaps to him.

All the anxieties and worries drop out of your head at the sight of him.

The demon stands tall in a new all-black pinstriped suit - a red undercoat peaking through. Your fingers itched to pop open his jacket, just to see how it hugged his slim waist, how it accentuated his broad shoulders and drew your eyes downwards.

He had on a tie instead of his usual bow tie and somehow that was the most scandalous thing about his new fit. You imagined that tie wrapped around your wrist, how you could use it to pull him down to you, to get him to lean into you like he did in front of the elevator that day he promised to be the one to kill you.

God, you wanted to see him try, just to feel his fingers on your neck again.

An air of dark sophistication clung to him as he strode over to you, his usually tossed hair pulled back in a short ponytail at the back of his head, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, bringing your eyes to his teeth.

Alastor was an irresistible blend of old-world class and modern menace.

You watched his lips as he bent down and held a hand out to you, a shiver running down your spine as the demon purred, “Where to, my darling?”

Your eyes settled on his outstretched hand.

God, how did this demon have this much power over you? How could he command the beat of your heart, the air in your lungs, the butterflies in your belly with a simple smile?

Alastor had a hold over you that you couldn't explain.

His magic curled outwards, wrapping itself around yours and whispering against your skin. His power sank into your bones, and suddenly, the whole world felt whole again.

Maybe... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stop running, just for one day...

You were breathless as you answered, not entirely sure when the wind had left your chest. “I.M.P.”

This was really fukn long, I apologize, but I grabbed some from 10 that had to go into 9, which made 9 long and 10 short. Sorry!

*Yes, this is a Supernatural reference lol.

**Mark of the Covenant is a play on "Ark of the Covenant." Thestral's magic system is based on actual biblical references (e.x. her aliases on Earth in chapter 6 are all badass women from the Catholic Bible) I’m not a religious person, but I’ve done a lot of research for this, and it’s been fun :)

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FIRST DATE — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu doesn’t usually fuck on the first date. emphasis on usually.

wc. 3.5k

warnings. MINGYU W/ A MASSIVE DICK, size kink, oral (m. receiving), deep throating/face fucking, shy baby!gyu (at first ;)), tears ofc, pet names (baby, angel), unprotected sex, mating press, gyu is a needy, pussydrunk boy(but reader is worse lol), slight dumbification, kinda romantic but it’s literally just needy sex— MINORS DNI 18+

note. THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG…. um anyway!! happy birthday mingoo <3 — also @ hyuk4ngel ily dedicating this to u n gyu & thank u to my lovely lu ( @ bowmonde ) for beta reading this!! happy gyu birth to you all <3 (pls excuse typos)

“i-i don’t usually do this on the first date,” mingyu stutters as you kiss down his neck, nipping and biting at his skin. he lets out a shuddered breath because he can feel the marks you’re leaving. he swears you’re trying to spell your name and it’s making his cock throb in his already tight jeans.

you mumble into his skin, “i don’t either, but, fuck gyu… you’re so sexy, i couldn’t hold back..” your hands find their way under his shirt, feeling him up and moaning when he whimpers at the not-so-subtle touch.

gyu. you’ve called him by his nickname and you barely know him and, for some reason, it really turns him on.

he wanted to be a gentleman– wanted to walk you to your door, peck your cheek, and whisper goodnight– but your mutual attraction got the best of you. one thing led to another and you were kissing him outside of your door as soon as he’d agreed to your invitation to come inside.

you parted from his neck briefly to get inside so none of your neighbors would come outside to see the two of you eating each other alive. as soon as he’d stepped inside and closed the door, though, you pressed him right against it.

“we should move to–” he tries, but he’s interrupted by your lips. you slot them into his and your hands wander down his torso, down his abdomen, down till they reach his belt.

“what do you wanna do, mingyu~” you seductively whisper against his lips.

he shudders again, “anything. we can do whatever you want.”

you smirk, “you’re such a gentleman, gyu… you were so sweet at dinner. you picked me up, paid for my meal, walked me all the way to my door… i just wanna make you feel good.” you tell him, unbuckling his belt, but before you move to unbutton his jeans, you ask permission. “can i do that, gyu? can i make you feel good?”

you can’t be real.

“fuck, y-you don’t have to, i want you to feel good, too.” he replies, words breathy as he finds himself chasing your lips.

you moan just at his words, leaning in to give him what he wants.

you must’ve done something redeemable in your past life to have accidentally met mingyu in a cafe. he may or may not have been on his phone while walking out and you may or may not have bumped into him while he was leaving. needless to say, his piping hot coffee ended up all over you and him, staining his white button up and your cute new top in the process.

he’d asked if you were okay— if you were hurt or burned— profusely apologizing with a nervous stutter. when you finally noticed how beautiful the man before you was, you couldn’t even care about the irrevocable stain made on your shirt.

you ultimately ended the conversation with, “it’s okay, you can pay me back with a date maybe?” to which he gave you an incredulous look. when he realized you were serious, he nodded shyly and exchanged numbers with you.

and the date went swimmingly, truth be told. probably the best date you’d ever been on. he made you laugh like no other and you made him blush with your playful teasing and easygoing aura. the chemistry was undeniable.

which brings you back to the now— his tongue shoved in your mouth and your fingers still fumbling to unbutton his jeans.

when you finally get them undone, you break from the kiss again and mingyu hates that you keep doing that, letting out a whine every time it happens.

“wanna suck you off.” you tell him bluntly and his eyes widen in shock, puffy lips parting a bit. “can i?”

“are you sure?” he asks, meekly– a bit too shy for a man of his caliber. “i can eat you out instead…”

your core pulses at the words because, fuck, that sounds good too. you have no doubt in your mind that mingyu is a god at eating pussy if it’s anything like the way he kisses you.

but, no, you’re adamant on getting his dick in your mouth, so you shake your head. “you can do that for me another time… i really wanna do this. you’ll let me, won’t you?”

and how the fuck could he say no to that? he nods his head letting out a shaky, “ok.”

you nearly squeal, excitedly dropping to your knees and as you hit the ground, your eyes are leveled with his alarmingly large bulge. you unzip his jeans, pulling the denim and cotton boxers down his thick thighs till his cock pops out, slapping against his clothed abdomen. mingyu hisses as his length is free from the confinement and met with the cool air circulating in your home.

and, honestly, you think you start drooling because holy. fucking. shit. he’s intimidatingly big.

no, big is an understatement. he’s huge. massive. likely to split your body right in half if he tried to put it inside of you. but, really, what did you expect? mingyu himself is big. you’ve dated many men who were bigger than you, some even bigger than him— but none of their dicks compared to the one currently twitching in front of you.

his leaky tip was flushed red and the veins running through his length were prominent. you could nearly feel the weight on your tongue and you hadn’t even touched him.

“you’re so big,” you whisper looking up at him and he swears he’s gone bright red at the comment.

“‘m not that big…” he mumbles, eyes averting from yours. if he looks at you on your knees any longer, he may cum untouched. “is it too much? i really don’t mind taking—“

you shake your head vigorously . if anything, you wanna take him down your throat even more. “it’s not… it’s not too much— i can take it.” you tell him and he inhales sharply because he’s fucking sure you could take it. “do girls not tell you you're big, though? why are you so humble about it?” you ask, hands slowly coming to wrap around his girth.

he gasps at the unexpected contact, eyes finally coming back to you to find what may be a faux pout etched into your lips.“t-they do… i just- i don’t think it’s that big.” he reiterates.

“well it is. you probably wouldn’t even fit inside me,” you admit, voice hushed. your mouth hovers over his tip, letting a trail of spit out to lubricate him.

he curses, cock twitching in your light grip. “fuck, really?” the thought of not fitting in your cunt because he’s just that big has his mind reeling– has him excited. he wants to see if what you’re saying is any true (it is).

you hum, nodding your head, slick hand effectively moving up and down his cock. “mmh, might break me without any prep– but you’ll make it fit, right, gyu? you’ll fuck me well?”

he lets out a gaspy moan, throwing his head back. “yeah, baby, i’ll make it fit– i’ll fuck you so well. shit, i’ll do anything you want.” his parroted words come out breathy once again.

you exhale sharply, cunt clenching around nothing at his words and the thought of taking his cock. your hands quicken their pace before you move to wrap your lips around his blushing tip.

this man will give you anything you want and you’re willing to do the same for him. men like mingyu are nearly impossible to come by and you want to keep him all to yourself, so if that means choking on his dick till you can’t breathe, so be it.

you move your mouth down his cock and before you can reach the base, he’s already hitting the back of your throat.

right above you, mingyu is losing it. he feels the way you constrict around him and it’s already taking him out. he hadn’t expected to be so sensitive, but he just can’t handle how warm and wet your mouth is and he definitely can’t handle how tight your throat is. he can only imagine how much tighter your cunt must be.

“fuuuck,” he groans, hands flying to your head, tangling his fingers into your hair. “you’re so good.”

the subtle praise heads straight to your core and you can’t stop the moan that vibrates his entirety. a pitchy whine rips from his throat and he fortuitously thrusts into yours causing tears to prick at your eyes as you let out a strident gag.

he gasps out an apology, “‘m sorry.” he panting relentlessly and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was about to release into your mouth. when you look up at him with your mouth full and tears clouding your vision, you see that he isn’t really sorry. “‘m so sorry, angel, fuck, ‘m sorry.” he echos over and over with his face pinched in pleasure, yet his hips won’t stop bucking into your mouth.

you try your best to breathe, but his massive cock makes it hard as it fills your mouth and throat completely. his hands holding your head in place makes it impossible to move, but he sounds so pretty whining and desperately moaning out your name– you don’t even want to back off of him.

your hands find his bare thighs and you grip them for dear life, fingernails digging into the flesh, sure to draw blood if he doesn't ease up any second now. he hisses at the feeling, ripping you off him with a tug on your locks.

“need to fuck you now,” he groans, his cock throbbing angrily at the loss of contact. “can’t cum like that, ‘s too embarrassing.” he picks you up, making you stand on your feet. he notices how your mascara runs and your lipstick is smudged, but somehow, you’re still the prettiest thing in the world.

your ego naturally inflates at the comment and you smile cheekily. “i would’ve been flattered if you came that quick.” the words come out raspy thanks to the way his cock bruised your throat.

he chuckles breathily while pulling up his pants, “i‘m sure you get guys that cum too fast a lot. especially with a mouth like that. ”

you shrug, taking his hand and dragging him to your bedroom on the opposite side of the main entrance. “sometimes, but none are as pretty as you.” you tell him truthfully as you guide him inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. “or as big.”

your face to face with him and he whispers, “yeah?”

you tug him close to you by his sweater. “yeah,” you whisper against his lips. “dunno how you haven’t been locked down yet, you’re so attractive ‘n sweet– and… y’know, you’re huge.”

“just waiting for the right person to come along, i guess.” he whispers back, hands finding purchase on your waist. “think i’ve found them, though.”

your heart skips a beat and your breathing picks up, “yeah?” you echo breathily back at him.

“fuck yes,” his grip tightens, pulling your body flush to his. you feel his cock pressing into your abdomen and you let out a whimper at both the coded confession and the way your pussy throbs at his touch. “c’mere, baby.”

you melt at the pet name, closing the gap between the two of you. you count back to how many times you’ve kissed him tonight and you’re almost scared that you’re addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. the thought quickly dissipates when mingyu begins to pull your dress up by the hem, though. the two of you walk towards the bed, mouths still attached till you fall on the plush comforter, mingyu toppling over you.

you giggle into his mouth at his body crushing yours. “gyu.”

“sorry.” he scrambles, standing up so you can get your dress over your head. you throw the fabric to the ground, leaving your body adorned in a pretty, white set. typically, you wouldn’t dare pull out one of your favorite sets for anyone– especially not for a first date– but you think mingyu is the most beautiful– most deserving– man to exist. he should get to see the set.

and he does see it. he can’t stop the way his eyes ogle your lace covered body. “you’re so beautiful.” he pants out much like he’s in heat.

and he just might be. he quickly and clumsily kicks off his shoes and pulls his pants back down, revealing his aching cock to you again. you curse to yourself when his shirt comes off shortly after, his big chest and toned abdomen on full display.

god really took his time with kim mingyu.

he doesn’t waste any time, practically lunging at you and hovering over you with blown out pupils. “look like an angel– fuck, you’re so pretty.”

you pout, feeling your brain turn to mush at the endless compliments that seem to flow past his swollen lips. the dull ache and sporadic pulse in your cunt remind you how needy you are, though, so you express that to him by bucking your hips up.

“gyu…” you whimper. “want it so bad.”

he groans, hands pinning your hips down and grounding you to the bed, “i have to prep you, baby– you said it yourself, ‘m not gonna fit.”

you shake your head ceaselessly while squirming in his grip, “no, i don’t care, just give it to me or else i might die.”

“but you said–”

you interrupt him before he can say anymore. “give it to me… please.” the plea comes out hushed and your words are laced with the utmost desire. so much so that it’s almost impossible for mingyu to deny you. you can see some doubt lingering on his face so you tell him exactly what he needs to hear. “‘m so fucking wet for you, mingyu… i’m sure it’ll just slip in– it’s okay. you won’t hurt me.”

he shakily exhales before nodding. “o-okay…” his fingers nimbly tug at the soaked panties, signaling you to raise your hips so he can roll them off your legs.

mingyu’s pulse thumps erratically in his ears as soon as he sees just how wet you are. your pussy glistens under the soft lamp light and he wants a taste– to drown in your pussy– because he just knows you’re fucking delicious.

“wanna taste you…” he moans and your walls clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal trickling out of you.

you teeth catch your bottom lip to stop the whine bubbling in the back of your throat.“next time…” you croak. “just need your cock inside of me right now.”

he nods his head at the promise of a next time– he’ll hold you to that. “condom?”

“iud and ‘m clean,” you confirm, knees knocking against your chest as you pull them up.

“same.” he says mindlessly as he grips the back of your thighs and spreads you open. “well, i don’t have an iud, but i’m clean, too.”

he’s cute, you think before you remind yourself that this cute, big man is about to absolutely wreck you.

you smile, “good,”

one of his hand wraps around his throbbing length, running his flushed tip between your soaked folds to collect wetness. you whine at the contact, praying that he finally stops this unintentional teasing.

when he drags his cock to your drooling hole, he asks, “are you sure?”

your eyes squeeze shut and nod, “uh-huh, please.”

he lets out a wobbly sigh before pushing his fat tip into you, biting his lip as he watches the way your cunt stretches open to swallow him up. you gasp, back arching at the burning sensation in your core. you really have never taken anyone so big.

he stops only half way when he’s met with strong resistance. “talk to me, angel,” he whispers to mask his wavering voice. “are you okay?”

you mewl, “g-gyu…”

“baby, do you need me to pull out? you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, his cock twitching between the gummy walls that suffocate him.

your hands grip the sheets under you and you shake your head, letting out the most incoherent sentence ever. “n-no, just– slow, go slow.”

but you’re completely coherent to mingyu. “relax, pretty. ease up for me– i want it to feel good.” he coaxes, voice soft.

his attempt in helping you relax proves to be futile when you clamp tighter around him. the action elicits a moan from the both of you.

“j-just fuck me– please, just move.”

he gives you a weary look, but does what you ask for anyway. he pushes past the resistance, sheathing himself further inside of you. and, fuck, you swear you’re just about to cum when he’s finally bottomed out, both of your hips flushed against each other. you’re impaled on his fat cock, stretched open and completely full of him.

he’s very hyper-aware of how you're squeezing him while he’s balls deep inside of you and his mind can’t stop reeling. he moans out your name and a few curses, holding himself there till you adjust to his size.

and you’ve gone dumb at this point, unable to make a comprehensible thought about anything other than the cock you’re split open on. “s-so big. oh my, god, mingyu– you’re so big.” you almost sound like you’re overexaggerating, but it’s true. you can feel him everywhere.

he can’t stop the way he jolts at the comment, inadvertently driving himself into you. you sob at the doing, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“shit, sorry. still good?”

“mhm, ‘s good– ‘m good.” you tell him as the uncomfortable burn slowly melts to pleasure. “you can move, baby.”

mingyu groans, hands coming back to grip the backs of your knees pushing them against your chest before he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.

you let out the prettiest moan, his name tumbling past your pouty lip and, now, he thinks he’s lost it.

no, he’s definitely lost it because his speed quickens without a second thought. he drives his cock in and out of you, listening to the way you cry and mewl mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your wet cunt.

“Y/N, you’re so fucking good. pussy’s so fucking good– takin’ me so well,” he nearly cries, gripping your flesh tighter. “god, you’re mine now.”

his?

it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but the way your stomach flips and walls tighten verifies that it does.

“and you’re mine.” you moan in response.

and the reassurance that you want him to be yours has him lurching in to sloppily kiss you, moaning into your mouth while he keeps a rapid tempo. you let him swallow your whines and your arms envelope him, pulling him closer.

his cock finds your sweet spot and when you gasp, he knows to keep hitting it with precision.

“gyu! gyu, i’m gonna cum.” you warn against his lips.

he growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he’s adamant on getting you to your high. “cum for me, baby– cum all over my fucking cock.”

his words and impressive speed trigger your orgasm. the tightness in your tummy dissolves as you completely unravel under his big, buff body. you seize, back arched and head thrown to the pillow as you cum and clench around him uncontrollably.

“that’s it, fuck,” he moans, continuing his assault on your poor pussy. “you’re gorgeous, angel, so fucking pretty when you cum.”

the onslaught of pleasure is almost too much, body beginning to shake in overstimulation. “w-wan’ you to cum,” you slur, a cry following the words. “please please please, cum on me!” you beg.

and mingyu is at your beck and call. he knows he’s just met you, but he’d do anything you asked of him because the grip you (and your pussy) have him in is nothing short of insane.

that’s why he’s quick to pull out, releasing you from his bruising grip to fist his arousal-drenched cock up and down. he throws his head back and moans out your name again as he releases hot, white ribbons of cum onto your stomach.

after a few minutes of panting and coming down from his high, he chuckles airly. “i’m so glad i spilled my coffee on you, if i’m being completely honest.”

you giggle, hiding your face in your hands, “it was a cute top, though.”

“well, you look cute without it on.” he smiles, leaning down to pepper your face with soft pecks.

“mingyu!” you blush, playfully slapping his bare chest. “be serious!”

“i am!” he laughs. “speaking of being serious… when’s our next date?”

you hum, “well, it depends. when are you free and what do you wanna do?”

there’s a playful glint in his eyes when he looks at you, “i’m free now… and y’know how you said i can eat you out next time?”

your breath gets caught in your throat, but you nod your head remembering the promise you’d made.

“well… what do you say? can i treat you to a second date? say… right now?”

“i’d love nothing more.”

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