#but it looks like she was just nestled up to Charlie

[vaggietheangel]

Vaggie was leaning over to Charlie’s side of the bed. Her head wasn't resting on a pillow but snuggled close to Charlie’s. She woke up and felt that she was gone right away. Which means she was probably using her chest as a pillow. ❤️

[lurochar]

Loved Potioned (Reversed)

You have been affected by a love potion. But is it really an accident?

Warnings: A little darker than Love Potioned

Love Potioned (Reversed) Smut HCs

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“Vaggie, please calm down.”

Charlie twiddled her fingers nervously, watching as her girlfriend paced the room in clear irritation.

Vaggie snapped her head to look at Charlie. “How can you be so calm at this… this mess?!” She threw her arms up in frustration. “First, Angel Dust smuggles in something we explicitly banned, love potions and aphrodisiacs, and–and now because he ignored that rule, it's turned into… into–!!?”

Vaggie wasn't even sure what to call it.

Charlie let out a weak laugh, looking frustrated, “I know. I saw… them this morning.” Her voice lowered as if she was telling a secret and Vaggie looked up sharply. “I was going to ask if Y/N was feeling any better, if the potion had worn off yet, but Alastor–” Charlie winced at the memory, “I think the only reason he didn't outright kill me for asking that is because it was me.”

Vaggie scowled dangerously, tightening her grip around her spear. “Why is Alastor letting this go on for so long?” She began to pace again as Charlie watched her with a sigh. “Is this just a sick game for Alastor?! Y/N is under the influence of a love potion, I hope that sick bastard is at least above taking advantage of her. I swear, if he asks for her soul…”

Neither saw the dark shape disappear into the shadows…

~♡♡~

“My, my~”

Alastor glanced briefly over at his shadow, acknowledging its return before turning back to your delightful (infatuated) self and found a thrill rise up in him when he saw those heart-shaped pupils of yours staring at him in absolute adoration as you absently played with and stroked his fluffy ears.

As his shadow neared, Alastor settled on his bed and made sure you were nestled comfortably and firmly on his chest before allowing his shadow to report what it heard.

“Really now?” Alastor's brow rose in amusement after his shadow’s chitters stopped. “I suppose it is true I could have stopped this at any point, but how could I possibly do so with such an adorable Darling?”

You looked up at Alastor's face with a dreamy expression. “Can I touch your tail?” 

Alastor's grin widens in surprise as you nuzzle your head under his chin and he purrs. “Quite the naughty Doe, aren't you?” 

His shadow lets out a few more chirps and Alastor's grin turns dark as he ignores your clumsy attempts to take his belt off.

“Why, yes, I do think I'll keep my Darling under the effects of this for a long time to come. I do quite like it. Affectionate, compliant, and obedient, without the trauma of having her soul stolen.”

Alastor rubbed his cheek against the top of your head and you immediately sighed in contentment, squeezing yourself closer to him as you possibly could.

And all because Alastor offered you what you thought was some pink lemonade.

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

"Bite Me" - Alastor x Reader - Part 3

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“Hey, Alphabet.”

Alastor’s eye twitched. He swiveled his head around 180 degrees, grinning down at the short king that had approached him.

“Hello, Lucifer! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The king leaned more heavily on one leg, spinning his cane with his left hand. “Charlie’s getting kind of worried about one of the residents, so she asked me to look into it.”

“Aaaannd?” Alastor said, snapping his neck as he tilted his head.

Lucifer said your name. Alastor’s ears twitched.

Something was going on with you? Charlie was worried? What had happened-

“So what the fuck do you want with ‘em?” Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow.

“Pardon?” Alastor straightened up his posture as he spoke, turning to face the king completely.

“You’ve been stalking them for the past, like, two weeks.” Lucifer said. He spun his cane back towards him, nestling it under his arm as he motioned with his hand “Let me remind you: you’re not allowed to harm residents of the hotel.”

“I wasn’t aware I was attempting to.” Alastor said, eye twitching yet again.

“Then why are you following them- oh.” Lucifer cut himself off abruptly, seemingly having an epiphany. The fallen angel’s eyes widened, light gleaming in them “Oh! OOOOOH!”

“….what?” Alastor said, not following the king’s train of thought.

Lucifer was bouncing on his feet, grinning so wide it rivalled the Radio Demon’s. His eyes were practically sparkling “I know what’s going on~!” He sang, elbowing Alastor in the side “Y’gotta be straightforward, bambi!”

Alastor took a large step back and took a good amount of joy watching the king fall into his face. He cleared his throat, tilting his head slightly “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re implying.”

Lucifer rose from the floor, propping his chin up on his hands while kicking his feet behind him “You, y’know, want their attention!”

“That’s absurd.” Alastor hissed.

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

“None.”

“You sure?”

“Lucifer if you continue this pointless back-and-forth I will rip out your wings and grill them.”

Lucifer actually paused, letting the side of his head hit the floor as he studied Alastor. There was a bright flash of sparkles and the king appeared on Alastor shoulder in the form of a snake (with a hat). “That kind of sssoundsss like a threat they came up with.”

Alastor chucked Lucifer off of his shoulder. The king poofed back into his usual self mid-air and hovered there. “SooOooOooo…. Do they… y’know?” Lucifer giggled, fanning his hand outwards as rainbow-colored magic filled the space between them “Inspire you?”

“This conversation is pointless and I’m leaving.” Alastor scoffed, making true of his statement by immediately shadow-ing away.

Lucifer landed on his feet and put his wings away. Seems Bambi either doesn’t realize or is too stubborn to admit it out loud. Well. If there was one thing Lucifer learned about the glorified bellhop…

Is that man was made of 105% spite.

Later that day at dinner, Lucifer forsook his usual seat in order to sit next to you. While some of the residents were mildly confused by this (as usually people never ventured from their self-assigned seats), no one particularly cared.

You paid him little extra attention either, simply moving on with the meal as per usual. However, seated across from you, Alastor’s eyes were narrowed intently at the king. Lucifer grinned and dusted off the old charm.

“Heeey, y’know, I was wondering…why are you in Hell to begin with?” Lucifer said, propping his chin up on his hand “Surely an angel like you just got lost?”

Charlie spat out her drink on her end of the table and keeled over while coughing violently, Vaggie frantically rubbing her back to get her situated. Once she was all right (giving a shakey thumbsup), you gave the king a bemused look.

“It’s rude to ask a person of indistinguishable gender what got them hell-bound.” You hummed.

Lucifer paused in his response, too concerned with Charlie’s situation. She gave him another thumbsup and he hesitantly turned his attention back to you.

“Sorry, can’t help myself.” He lidded his eyes, leaning slightly closer “I simply can’t help but want to learn all about you~”

You put a hand over his face and pushed him back “Personal space.”

“Fair.” Lucifer said with one finger up, his voice muffled by your hand.

You retracted your hand and rolled your eyes “Well, I’m not a super share-y person…I mean I’ll do it during Charlie’s redemption activities but that’s about it.”

“And that’s okay!” Charlie chimed in, “I appreciate your efforts!”

You gave her a thumbs up. Lucifer took the pause to glance at Alastor, to find the deer man only paying half attention. Well. That wasn’t what he was aiming for. Absentmindely, Lucifer picked a fry off your plate and chomped down on it.

“Dad! That’s not your plate.” Charlie said, motioning awkwardly.

Lucifer was going to apologize (he’s a bit of an airhead, he knows…) but you made the funniest goddam squeak he had ever heard in his life. Never had he seen anyone so comedically offended by someone eating their fries.

He couldn’t help it- he laughed.

“Dad!” Charlie squeaked “Don’t laugh at them-!”

“S-s-sorry Char-Char but that SQUEAK- Oh my lord…”

He wasn’t the only one laughing. The spider person was joining in, throwing arm across your shoulders in a friendly manner while you seethed in silent resentment. Bar cat chuckled a bit under his breath, Vaggie and Charlie were both trying to suppress their giggles, and Nifty was howling with deranged cackling. Alastor took a drink from his mug but didn’t react much more than a slight snort.

“Lucifer I am going to fill your socks with mayonnaise when you sleep.” You muttered out.

Everyone burst into more hysterical laughter.

Except Alastor.

Who broke his mug in his hand like it was made of crackers.

At the sound of shatter ceramic, everyone’s attention shifted to him.

“Whoops!” Alastor grinned, shrugging non-chalantly as blood dripped down the hand that now had shards of ceramic in it.

“OhMyGosh, Alastor!” Charlie yelped, jumping to her feet “I’ll get the first aid kit-“

“No need, Charlotte!” Alastor hummed, getting to his feet. He reached over the table and picked you up by the back of your shirt like a kitten, tucking you under one arm as he walked off with you. “This one is responsible for the mug shattering, this one will take care of the wound.”

“Wait- Alastor-“ Charlie took a step to follow, but you waved her down and gave her a reassuring smile. Charlie hesitated a moment before sitting back down.

The table fell into an awkward silence. Lucifer was vibrating in his seat while grinning. Nifty was doing the same thing. The rest of the table-people wondered if they were somehow communicating this way.

Meanwhile, for you, Alastor had you held like a suitcase as he entered the kitchen, setting you on your feet.

You dusted yourself off and made for the cabinet the first aid kit was in. Alastor, frankly, had no plan other than to get you away from that joke of a king. So he was left standing their awkwardly as you patched his hand up gently. (He could’ve done it himself, it didn’t even hurt, he just did not want you wasting those ‘threats’ on that stupid lawn-gnome looking bastard)

“There you go.” You said, putting the unused first aid materials back in the kit and the kit back in the pantry.

Your name left Alastor’s lips.

You looked back at him, head tilted slightly.

His treacherous mind abruptly shoved forward the memory of you biting him. Teeth sinking into his shoulder, his blood on your face and the cold look you gave him afterwards. His heartbeat started to race. It was so different from now, your big eyes looking at him softly as though you could warm his entire soul with your gaze alone.

How amusingly two-faced of you…

“Alastor?” You said. He jolted back to the moment, tilting his head.

“Aplogies. Thank you, my dear.” He hummed.

“uh. Sure.” You said, tail flicking in irritation. “You’re a weirdo, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told!”

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Deer man's in denial.

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer dotes on a pregnant!reader [Sneak Peek]

you can find the original prompt here! fem!reader with no use of y/n.

EDIT: Full fic here!

take this little (unedited) blurb from my upcoming longfic! it’s another big one folks, maybe as long as my soul deal fic when it’s finished. character building underneath all that fluff y’know. i’m 13k words in and still going strong, so stay tuned!

“So…. I was a little bored last night,” Lucifer started, adjusting his long collar nervously as you regarded him with a quirked brow, “and, well, seeing as you didn’t have much for the baby, I thought I could give you a hand, soooo I made you this!”

His arm quickly lifted towards you, and you leaned forward to get a look at the small object in his hand.

Nestled in Lucifer’s palm, was a small, yellow rubber ducky. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, as your gaze flicked from the toy to Lucifer, then back to the ducky adorned with a small, white hat. He watched your reaction intensely, and at your silence he cracked an awkward grin.

“For the little one, in case you didn’t have anything for them. It’s even got a little baker's hat, since I know that’s kind of your thing.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you took the duck gingerly from his hand, turning it over as you traced the outline of the beak, the cute little hat, and finally the adorable tail feathers curled at its back. It stirred something in you, your stomach swimming with emotions that were threatening to bubble up and consume you while staring at the toy.

He made this… for your baby? As a gift to you? 

That was so sweet of him, and not even Charlie had given you something so thoughtful. Sure, she paid for a majority of your baby necessities—which you owed her your life for, no matter how much the girl disagreed—but she never presented you with something made from the heart like this.

Lucifer did, though. Even if he made a million matching yellow duckies beforehand, he still made this one specifically for you. Had your ex ever cared enough to do something like this for you? You couldn’t recall. And yet, a man who was practically a stranger before you was the one to care enough.

Fuck, you were about to cry. You tried to steel yourself, holding back tears. 

You met Lucifer’s gaze after a few moments, as you softly stroked the little toy with your thumb. The fallen angel only grimaced at your reaction, his smile faltering slightly as he watched your eyes well with tears and your lip start to quiver.

“Do you hate it?” He asked slowly, and you began sniffling softly hiccups building in your chest as you blinked in confusion.  

“Hate—hic—It? Why would you think…?” You started, before you felt tears welling up underneath your chin, and dripping softly onto the ducky close to your chest. 

You mentally slapped yourself, of course Lucifer would think you disliked it with how emotional you were being. Shame ate at you after that. Here the King of Hell was, thinking about you and your baby and making something in his own free time, only for you to reward him with tears.

Curse these hormones!

Now, the quiet sniffles that escaped you were from both sadness and delight, as you clutched the rubber ducky closer to your chest. The tears spilled faster from your cheeks, wetting the ground beneath you. A few droplets landed on your exposed arm, and its cool touch was a welcome sensation from the heat boiling underneath your skin. 

“I-I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” you finally breathed, rubbing a hand across your face to get rid of the tears, before you inhaled a sharp breath to calm yourself, “I’m sorry for being such a… such a—”

You clamped your mouth shut, trying to rope in the last bit of control you had over your emotions that were threatening to come undone. You sucked in a large, sputtering breath and Lucifer leaned back, just as your lips quivered violently.

“—a wreck!” you wailed after that, placing your free hand to your mouth to try and hold in your sobs.

Lucifer jumped slightly, closing in the small distance between the two of you as he rushed to your side. He bit his lip, his hand reaching towards you to give comfort, before he hastily pulled it back.

“Wait, no! You’re not a wreck, you’re completely fine. Perfect, even! Oh, please don’t cry…” 

The man was starting to pace as you held a hand to your mouth, slowly but surely clamping down on your outburst of emotion.

“Here, have another one!” A second rubber ducky appeared with a red burst of smoke, landing softly into his palm as he lifted it towards your face, “Don’t worry I have a lot more at home!”

The duckies cute little apron, displaying a cookie and two tiny wooden spoons in the shape of an X, only made your lip quiver more violently. Lucifer slowly pulled the third ducky behind his back and out of view, staring at you with concern as you tried to catch your breath.

“It’s so cute!” you gasped through the tears, before rubbing your eyes once more.

“You think so?” He replied in disbelief.

You nodded your head vigorously, smiling through the tears as you clutched both ducks to your chest. Lucifer slowly caught on, before breathing a large sigh of relief like he just avoided doomsday.

“Are… you two okay?” Came a familiar voice from the edge of the room. You turned your head to see … 🫣

ah, the wonders of hormonal pregnancy changes! sorry for the wait 😔 health issues have arisen and the motivation to write plummets when you’re in pain, but don’t worry, i’m still writing everyday and it should be out soon <3

thanks for the patience 🤍

[wosoamazing]

First Word

Charli was over visiting Kyra but she was actually there to visit you, she had messaged your Mum asking if she could visit before messaging Kyra to make ‘plans’. You were sitting up in the corner of the couch, with Charli kneeling down in front of you playing peek-a-boo, your Mum’s were filming as you couldn’t stop giggling. “Charli, I thought you wanted to see me, I didn’t know I was just getting used.” “Kyra, she is so cute, how could you not just be in love with her,” Kyra just huffed, and you babbled as you launched yourself forward out from the corner of the couch and crawled over to Charli.

Your babbles had started to sound more and more like words everyday, meaning your Mum’s were currently having a competition, and constant arguments to see whose ‘name’ you would say first.

When you arrived to be closer to Charli she was still having a petty argument with Kyra, they meant nothing by it, just some standard pesty behaviour. However you wanted Charli to hug you, as you were feeling tired now, your eyes drifted apart (something that freaked your Ma out even though all the doctors and specialists said that currently it wasn't a problem and would likely stop once you got older), and you your eyelids drooped, you always let out a small sleepy yawn, before Charli looked at you again.

Your eyes came back together to focus on her face and you lit up at her attention, “Cha, Cha,” you said as you made grabby hands towards her.

“Did she just,” Kyra sat upright. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” your Mum’s jaw dropped, “Wha,” your Ma exclaimed.

“Cha, Cha,” you said again. Kyra smirking at the fact neither of your Mum’s won, Charli ecstatic that you said her name and the cogs in both your Mums heads turning, trying to figure out where they went wrong. 

“That’s right, I’m Cha, Cha,” Charli said as she lifted you up, placing you on her chest, you relaxed in her comfort and nestled your head in the crook of her neck, preparing for your afternoon nap to be taken right then and there.

[munson-blurbs]

Tui request?? Eddie gains a little weight after the baby is born and Ms heart looks amazing post baby and Eddie becomes sort of self conscious and Mrs sweet heart shows Eddie how much she loves his dad bod

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: When Eddie starts feeling insecure about his newfound dad bod, you make sure to prove how sexy you think he is.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), p in v, breeding kink, Reader breastfeeds (no lactation kink), mention of weight gain and a "junk food diet"

WC: 1.7k

A/N: Thank you to @jo-harrington for helping me with the pacing and to @corroded-hellfire for help with the dialogue!

Eddie Munson thought you were stunning the night you met at the Hideout. On your wedding day, he surmised that he was marrying the prettiest woman in the world. And when you got pregnant with Hendrix—especially once your bump became more prominent—he’d sworn up and down that you couldn’t possibly get more beautiful if you tried. 

That statement, of course, is easily refuted by his current sight of you with six-month-old Hendrix nestled into your chest. You gently move the rocking chair back and forth as the baby drinks from your breast, your shirt hiked up so he can easily latch onto your nipple. You wince slightly as he suckles, though it isn’t nearly as painful as when you’d first begun nursing him. 

“He’s getting so chunky,” you muse, running your finger over the roll that’s formed on his little wrist. You look at your husband to gauge his reaction, your smile fading when you see his distant expression. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it. 

You sigh, carefully adjusting your position to sit forward a bit. Hendrix is unfazed, too focused on his lunch. “Tell me the truth. You know I always find out, anyway.”

“You’re right,” Eddie agrees with a small laugh. There’s no sense in trying to hide it, not when you can read him like a book. “Guess, um, guess I’ve just been noticing that Hendrix isn’t the only one putting on weight lately.” He looks down at his stomach guiltily.

A delicate frown tugs your lips downward; you notice for the first time that he’s wearing a jacket despite the warm May weather. “So? You’re adjusting to being a father of two. Instead of both of us taking care of only Harris, we now need man-to-man coverage.”

“Yeah, but you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he protests. Your pregnancy glow has carried over to a new-mom glow, despite the exhaustion. Christ, you even make sleep deprivation look good. “And you’re the one who had the baby.”

“Eds,” you say softly, the weight of his statement heavy on your shoulders, “you spent my entire pregnancy and this post-partum hell reassuring me that you loved every version of my body. Why wouldn’t I feel the same way about yours?” Hendrix has stopped eating, so you fix your shirt and prop him up to burp him.

He shrugs, cheek pinched between his teeth to stifle emotion. “I dunno, I just…” he exhales long and loud as he searches for the right phrasing. “Your body made life; mine made the decision to eat chicken nuggets and mac ‘n cheese off of Harris’s plate instead of vegetables.”

You offer a hint of a smile at his humor, though his words are laced with true insecurity. “Let me put this little man down for his nap and show you just how incredible that body of yours is.” There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes when you stand, the baby satiated and ready for his midday sleep. Harris is at Charlie’s house for a playdate, which means you and Eddie essentially have the afternoon to yourselves.

Hendrix’s milk-drunk state has him falling asleep quickly, and you take Eddie’s hand and lead him to the bedroom. As soon as the door shuts, your arms are draped over his shoulders, and you press your torso to his. You give his earlobe a little nibble before bringing your lips to his neck.

“You know what I see when I look at you?” you start, letting your hands rest on his biceps. “I see the arms that carry our boys to bed every night.” You leave a delicate kiss on the spot you just mentioned before gently pulling off his shirt. “And your chest is perfect for any of us to rest on.” Another kiss, this one received with a shiver. 

He shakes his head. “‘S not how I used to look,” he responds guiltily. “When I was younger, I lived off of Doritos and Mountain Dew–didn’t gain an ounce. Guess it’s catching up to me now,” he grimaces, giving his belly a little pinch.

You intercept the motion, gently pushing his hands from his stomach. “Did I know I love this tummy most of all?” When he cocks a disbelieving brow, you smile and elaborate. “It reminds me that you don’t have to settle for a junk food diet anymore. We’ve created a little home with safety, love, and delicious food. I mean, you could do some sit-ups, I guess, but…” you shrug, scrunching your nose as you say the words, “I kinda like having a little something extra to hold onto.”

“Really?” He still doesn’t allow himself to fully accept this truth, so you try another method.

“Really,” you affirm, pulling him in for another deep kiss. “I need you,” you growl, your core already flooded with need at the prospect of worshiping him. “Need you so bad.” 

Eddie moans under his breath when you suck a bruise just above his collarbone. His hands grip your hips to tug you even closer, and you can feel him stiffen in his jeans. With a knowing grin, you drop to your knees and leave a hickey right next to his navel. 

“You are,” you mumble against his skin, fingers coaxing open his pants button, “ridiculously sexy. ‘S not fair.” You unzip him, pulling down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His erection stands at attention, and you intend to show him plenty of it; but you have one last item on your agenda. “Eds, this ass? God, I could bite it all day.” You giggle as you lean around to sink your teeth into the meat of it, and he yelps in surprise. “Only want you, Eddie,” you say, now looking up into his eyes. “Only ever wanna make you feel good.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie groans, throwing his head back as you flatten your tongue and lick the underside of his shaft. “Thassit; take your time, Sweetheart.”

You take the tip between your lips, swiping at the pre-cum already dripping from it. Slowly, you allow more and more of him in your mouth until your nose brushes his pubic hair. 

“Mhm. Kee-Keep going, mmf, little faster now.” 

You eagerly oblige, swirling your tongue in that way that drives him wild; sure enough, you feel his thigh twitch next to your cheek. You assumed he would finish in your mouth, and you look up at him in confusion when he pulls out of it. 

“I gotta…fuck…gotta be inside that tight pussy of yours.” He grabs himself at the base, eyes begging for you to let him in. 

You shed your clothes and toss them in a heap on the floor, walking towards him and pushing him onto the bed. He grins when you straddle his waist and kiss his lips hungrily. 

“Gonna take care of you tonight, Eds,” you coo, grinding your wet center over the ridges of his cock. “You always make me feel amazing, honey. I wanna return the favor.”

Eddie nods, adjusting his hard-on so you can sink onto it, enveloping him in your warmth. He stretches you perfectly, and you let him know with a pleased moan. 

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. “I’ll never get tired of that feeling.”

“Good,” you smirk, letting him bottom out before you begin moving again. His grip stabilizes you enough to ride him, rolling your hips teasingly. Your lips are beckoned by his chest tattoo, and you plant kisses all over it. “Mine.” You claim him with that one word, and he gives himself to you fully.

You sit back up to bounce on him, his hands reaching for your breasts and gently cupping them. A whine emanates from your throat as he thrusts up into you with more rigor.

“Kiss me?” he pleads, lifting one hand to clasp around the back of your head, bringing your face closer to his. There’s no need to ask twice; you lean in and kiss him passionately, 

As much as you want to take the lead, you can’t deny how incredible it feels when he thrusts upwards. You whine pathetically as he drives his cock deeper within you. 

“Take it so well, Sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning down your thighs. “Got me tempted to knock you up all over again.”

His words have you clenching around him, your breaths shallow. You brace yourself on his chest, moaning out his name. 

“Eddie, your body,” you whimper, unable to complete the sentence. Your mind is too focused on your building orgasm. 

“What about it, honey?”

You take as much of a breath as you can. “Your body makes me feel so fucking good.”

“Prove it,” he growls. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

Pleasure washes over you, his length brushing against your sweet spot and driving you over the edge. “I-I’m cumming—”

“Mmf, m-me, too—fuck!” Eddie’s eyes roll as he finishes, pumping you full of his release. He pounds into you, draining himself completely. 

You lay on top of him until he whispers in your ear, “Sweetheart? I gotta pull out.” Sure enough, he’s gone completely soft, absolutely spent. 

All you can manage is an mmh, pouting when he withdraws. Eddie laughs kindly and kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best wife in the world?” he asks, nose gently nudging yours. “Not just because of all that—which was phenomenal, by the way. Five stars.” You swat at him and he laughs harder. “I feel so…safe when I’m with you.”

Your lips ghost the tip of his nose. “You are safe with me,” you remind him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, holding you as close as he can. He pauses for a beat before speaking again. “Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course.”

Eddie clears his throat. “That thing about liking when there’s something to, um, ‘hold onto,’” he starts, cheeks filling in pink, “did you mean that?”

It’s your turn to kiss him passionately, lips parted, tongue grazing his. You roll your hips again, fingertips brushing the soft side of his torso. It reignites the fire within him; his cock twitches slightly. 

“Does that answer your question?”

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[yesihaveaobsession]

Midnight Melody

Alastor x single!mom female reader

Summary: After being kicked out your apartment and the baby daddy disappearing you end up at the hotel, it's late at night and your infant is acting up. The Radio Demon steps in and helps.

A/N- So I read somewhere Viv might've confirmed that Alastor doesn't like children, but I feel like he might like infants, he may noy like the crying, but I do believe he finds them interesting so enjoy this cute little fic I put together!!

IF YOU SAW THE OTHER ONE PRETEND YOU DIDNT I MADE A MISTAKE AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 😪

Things weren’t going right for you. You were kicked out of your apartment without even a chance to grab your belongings, and the baby daddy disappeared after the infant was born. With no better solution in mind, you got a room at the Hazbin Hotel. The hotel manager, Charlie Morningstar—the Princess of Hell—welcomed you with open arms and a bright smile. You explained your dilemma and, not having much money, she kindly said you could stay as long as you needed, and that it was on the house.

She placed you in a quieter part of the hotel, and that’s where your room was. Alastor, the Radio Demon, was also generous enough to get you all the baby essentials you needed since you didn’t have time to gather your things. It was tough.

On this particular night, the hotel was quiet—you assumed the others were asleep—but your pride and joy weren’t having it and wouldn’t settle down. You sat in the corner, hair slightly disheveled as you gently rocked your baby, trying to soothe them back to sleep in the dimly lit room, hoping not to disturb anyone. As you murmured soothing words, a gentle knock on the door startled you. Holding your breath, you hoped the infant wouldn't cry louder.

"Shhh... It's alright," you whispered, adjusting your hold and the blanket to try and calm them down, but nothing seemed to work. The door creaked open, and Alastor himself stepped into the room. He had obviously been alerted by the baby's cries and had come to offer some assistance to the pretty woman staying next door to his room.

Although his intentions were masked by his characteristic smile, his eyes softened as he saw you—the mother—and your tiny bundle of joy.

"Good evening," Alastor said smoothly. You suddenly felt nervous and protective of your child, and he seemed to notice. “I couldn’t help but notice the gentle cries coming from this room. May I assist you with the little one?”

You looked up at him, a hint of relief gracing your tired features as you felt utterly grateful. "Oh, Mr. Alastor… I’m sorry for the disturbance. I just… I’ve had a tough night; she can't seem to calm down. I've tried everything." You sighed, using your free hand to run through your hair.

Alastor approached; his presence somehow calming. “If I may, might I take the baby to offer some assistance?” he asked politely, his tone gentle and respectful. You weren't sure if he should be trusted, but seeing the genuine look in his eyes, and feeling utterly exhausted, you were willing to accept any help you could get.

“Please, if you think you can help,” you said. Alastor then carefully took the baby from your arms, his touch surprisingly gentle. As he cradled the tiny infant, he began to hum a soft, melodic tune. The sound was almost like a soothing white noise. He slowly rocked the child, and you just watched.

The baby, sensing the soothing aura, gradually relaxed. The tiny, clenched fists softened, and the baby’s little face, scrunched in distress, smoothed out. The infant nestled into Alastor’s arms, curling up against him as if finding comfort in his presence. The delicate head rested against his chest, and the tiny body seemed to sink into the warmth of his embrace. The cries ceased, replaced by soft, rhythmic breathing.

That's when you noticed that Alastor's crimson eyes twinkled with a rare tenderness as he observed the baby's peaceful transformation. “Such a delicate little creature,” he murmured, rocking the infant with practiced ease. “You’re doing a wonderful job, you know. Parenthood is no easy feat, especially under such circumstances.”

You continued to watch in awe. He had helped you more than the baby's father had in the three days you were here, and you were utterly grateful for the Radio Demon's assistance. The little one’s breaths were steady and calm in Alastor’s arms. The magical resonance and gentle rocking seemed to work wonders.

"Thank you," you whispered. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come in." Alastor looked up from the sleeping infant and gave you a courteous nod as he still held the baby.

“It’s my pleasure. It’s not every day I get to assist with such a heartwarming task. If there’s anything more you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” he said softly. With the baby now peacefully asleep, Alastor carefully handed the little one back to you.

You took your whole world back with a grateful smile, feeling a wave of relief. Alastor snapped his fingers and left a mini old-fashioned radio.

"This will play nursery rhymes, white noise, and the sound of waves crashing," he said as he turned toward the door before glancing back at you and your child. “I’ll make sure to visit again, just to check on you both,” Alastor said before leaving. “Good night.”

You gently put your child back in the crib and finally managed to get some rest. In the morning, you decided you wanted to get Alastor something to thank him for everything.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed 16: Baby of Mine

-Baby Cries Echo Through the Hotel-

Lucifer: (slowly getting more and more excited) B-Baby. Baby. Th-That's a baby! Ha-HA!!! The baby's here! (sprints up the staircase)

Hazbins: (all exchange glances and speed after Lucifer)

Lucifer: (reaches the door and starts clawing at it like a puppy) Can I come in? Can I come in? Can I come in? Can I come in? Can I come in? Can I come in? Can I come in? Can I come in?

Carmilla: (opens the door while blocking the way) Quiet! The mother is resting.

Lucifer: (tippy taps his feet impatiently) Mmmmmm!

Carmilla: (rolls her eyes and moves just enough to let Lucifer slide through)

Lucifer: (gasp squeals and scrambles into the room, whispering excitedly) Charlie! Vaggie! How is it? Where's the- (jaw drops as tears spring to his eyes)

Vaggie: (silently crying as she half sits, half lays, on the bed, propping herself up on her elbow as she kisses Charlie's head then the baby's head while stroking the baby's back, being mindful of the slightly lavender colored spots on the shoulder blades that looked like a place for wings to sprout in the future)

(whispering) Lo lograste, mi amor. Lo hiciste. Él es perfecto.

Baby: (fussing slightly against Charlie's chest, and black horns start pushing up from the hairline. They have Vaggie's white-silver hair, curved nose, off grey skin that looks like a mix of both Charlie's and Vaggie's, little white marks accent underneath their eyelashes, little fairy feathered - red hooves that matched Charlie's, and purple circles stand out on their chubby cheeks.)

Charlie: (flushed, sweaty, and crying as she holds the baby to her bare chest and sings) Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart. Never to part, baby of mine~

Baby: (horns retreat as they calm down and nestles into Charlie's breast)

Lucifer: (trying so hard not to burst out into a loud wail of a cry at the moment) H-Hey, kiddo. How do you feel?

Charlie: (looks at Lucifer tiredly) Exhausted, ha, but worth it. (nods to the baby) Come say "hello" to your grandson.

Lucifer: (excitedly tippy-taps over and looks at the baby with a coo) Hey, little duckie.... Oh, he's so precious! Look at his little hoofsies! (Tickles the baby's little feathered hooves) They'll harden up in the next week or so. And are those spots fow his wings to show up?! Gee, he really is a perfect mix of both of you! Have you thought of a name? I think Charles would be perfect. Little CJ!

Vaggie: I got shot down with that one already, Sir. (smiling down at the baby as she brushes her finger along his cheek) We decided on Samael.

Lucifer: (eyes widen in shock at his old name from Heaven) S-S-S... A-Are you....

Vaggie: Don't worry, Sir. We're calling him Sammy for short. Samael -Sammy- Lucifer Morningstar.

Baby Sammy: (gives a little, sleepy, gummy smile at his name with a coo)

Lucifer: I-I need a moment! (rushes out the door and immediately wails tears of joy) OOOOOOH-HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, EVERYONE!!!!

Hazbins: (sounds of party poppers, bombs exploding and spreading blue smoke everywhere, and kazoos going off fill the room from the hallway) CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

Special Thanks to my friend Sevi for making me this adorable art piece of Sammy!

[wanderingelvis]

Hey I don’t know if your doing requests rn but I had this idea. Maybe like an innocent reader x Elvis and she broke a glass and cut herself on accident and she keeps apologizing because her dad would get mad at her for that and he has to convince her it’s not her fault. Maybe ending in smut? Whatever you wanna do I just thought it was a cool idea

Thank you for the request! I really hope you like it! 🧚

🧚 Masterlist 🧚

Word Count: 2,649

Pairing: Late 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of ab*se (verbal and physical)

You were a little ball of sunshine in Elvis' life. A sensitive little ball of sunshine at that. You quite often reminded Elvis of a little puppy dog, just eager and desperate for his love and attention, always looking at him with those big, round eyes of yours, filled with admiration and adoration for the big old man. 

Your love for Elvis didn't come from nowhere though, he equally showered you with affection and love from the moment he first interacted with you. He became enamoured with your playful and soft giggles and your incessant babbling that he found utterly adorable.

Elvis picked up early on that you had some underlying issues. He would notice you flinch at a loud noise or a raised voice, the way you'd instantly stop talking if someone began to speak over you, the way you'd trip over your words when any sort of confrontation would occur. He knew that there must have been something in your past that had created those behaviours and he was right.

You opened up to him about your past and your upbringing early on in your relationship with Elvis after Elvis had asked you about your childhood. You'd told Elvis tentatively, all about the tense and aggressive environment that you grew up in, and even when you'd trip over you words or start to feel anxious when recalling the events, Elvis hushed you, telling you to take your time, everything was okay and that you were his special girl now.

Since then, you'd really gone from strength to strength, you were this little diamond on Elvis' arm, charming everyone just like Elvis did, and together, you really were the new 'it' couple. 

You were so eager to please everyone but most importantly Elvis, that you would wear yourself out, trying so hard to impress him that you'd often end up becoming drowsy at 8pm, nodding off in Elvis' strong hold as he would laugh and chat with the Mafia. 

Elvis didn't mind one bit, he thought there was no cuter sight than you drifting off whilst clinging to him as if he were your security blanket or nighttime teddy bear. Once Elvis was sure that you'd be fully asleep, he'd always excuse himself from whatever was going on to carry you to your shared room and put you into bed, knowing that the worst thing for you would be to fall asleep only to be woken up by someone getting drunk and starting to holler and wake you up and mess up your routine. 

You truly were Elvis' little baby, he treated you like a princess and you truly were head over heels in love with the big, old, rockstar.

The two of you being the social butterflies you were meant that you loved a crowded house, hosting parties for any event, Christmas, Halloween, 4th of July - heck, even if it was a Friday, that would be enough to warrant an extravagant party.

And that's exactly what had happened, a lavish party in December had taken place in Graceland where the Mafia, their wives, a few fans and fellow musicians had all attended in what could only have been described as an 'early Christmas' in Graceland, with endless drinks, cigars, and laughter. 

It was about 3am and everyone had left apart from a few members of the Mafia, Lamar, Sonny, Charlie and Joe, all in the Jungle room relaxing with you nestled into Elvis' side, completely wiped and a little tipsy from the expensive champagne that Elvis had let you drink.

"Why dontchu be a doll n'go n'get us some drinks eh, Y/N? Might wanna make a start on the mess while yer at it?" Charlie laughed, nodding at you. 

You blinked a couple of times and rubbed your eyes, the excitement of the party taking its toll on your little body before you nodded, pushing your body up from where it rested by Elvis. 

"That how you talk to a little girl huh, Charlie? No wonder you're goddamn single," Elvis retorted sharply, with an ever so bitter chuckle at the end of his pointed comment, clearly agitated at some other fella telling you what to do.

See, Elvis knew that you craved praise and even more so, you were absolutely desperate to avoid any sort of conflict or trouble, so you'd always do anything that anyone asked of you. Naturally, this could lead to people taking advantage of your sweet state but that's where Elvis was perfect for you. His authoritative and dominant presence meant that people would seldom cross him just to get you to do some task they were too lazy to do. 

Elvis reached over with his cold, ring clad fingers wrapping around your tender wrist, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Elvis tsked, making you stop in your tracks. "Don't you move baby, Charlie's a big boy, he can get himself a drink if he needs one."

"Oh, no, Elvis it's okay! Really, I don't mind, it's okay!" You said earnestly.

"I know you don't mind darlin', but you're readin' your fun little magazine, no need for you to be bothered hm? Charlie can do it himself just fine." Elvis said, just about managing to shoot Charlie another stern look.

"S'okay! I was gon' get myself a drink anyways! A hot lemon and tea, I think I hurt my throat from how much I was talkin'!" You sleepily giggled, the angelic sound quelling Elvis' frustrations, you were just so heavenly. Elvis equally knew that you'd just be sitting and feeling anxious if he kept you by his side so he released his tender grip on you, tapping his cheek with his finger, indicating he wanted a kiss from you.

You complied docilely, bending down to press a kiss on Elvis cheek, a soft giggle leaving your lips afterwards as you skipped off to the kitchen, leaving Charlie to the wrath of Elvis.

You carefully prepared the tea and got Charlie's favourite drink sorted too - an Old Fashioned, biting down on your lip as you tried to get the measurements just right! 

It wasn't until you were carrying the tray of tea and cocktails that everything fell apart - quite literally. 

The damned carpet corner wasn't properly pinned down, making you trip over your own feet just like Bambi, sending the tray, along with its contents flying and tumbling down onto the pristine carpet, the glass and china shattering  everywhere. 

You gasped and immediately your heart dropped and sheer panic set in. Your clumsiness, whilst adored by Elvis, had not been your fathers favourite trait of yours, with violent punishments incurring whenever you'd make a little mistake and those punishments had had a lasting impact on you. Obviously, this caused your body to go into automatic panic and defence as you knelt down, trying to clear up the glass and china shards before anyone that heard the accident came running through.

As tears began to pool in your eyes, making your vision cloudy and your breathing became erratic with panic and fear of being punished, you didn't even register the shards of glass cutting through the skin on your knees and the palms of your hands. 

You began to create more mess than tidy it as droplets of blood now began to drip onto the carpet as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, smudging the pretty black eye makeup Elvis had so lovingly put on you for the party. 

That's when you began to hear footsteps and you dared not look up when you heard Elvis' familiar deep Southern voice.

"Baby?" Elvis said lowly, concern lacing his voice that you mistook for disappointment.

"M'sorry, m'sorry, p-please don't be mad, p-please, I didn't m-mean it," You stuttered with a shaky, cracked voice, stopping every couple of words to sniffle as you cowered into yourself like a frightened little puppy, scared of anything that might approach it.

As Elvis' concern grew rapidly, his demeanour softened, knowing that you were now in an extra fragile and sensitive state and you needed to be treated delicately.

So that's how the big man ended up slowly walked over to you, rolling up the sleeves on his silk shirt and crouching down so that he could be on your level - even if he was still towering over you. 

"Ssh baby, s'okay, I'm not mad with you princess." Elvis hushed, reaching out to gently to push away the hair that had fallen in front of your pretty face, making sure to be as tender as he could be as to not startle you as he knew you were frightened of any sudden contact.

You flinched ever so slightly as Elvis touched you, sniffling as you tried to steady your panic, your wet lashes fluttering up to meet Elvis' concerned gaze. 

"Do ya think you can tell me what happened little one?" Elvis asked as his eyes scanned the scene, realising how badly you'd hurt yourself.

Your eyes widened as you began to recall what happened. "I-I-, um, I, tried to get the, get the drinks and I got um, um, tripped over, by the carpet, I didn't mean it, I didn't m-mean it, I p-promise!" You said shakily, panic beginning to set in again which Elvis picked up on immediately.

"Uh uh baby, you're gettin' yerself all worked up aren't ya?" Elvis soothed, and you nodded, your chest still erratically rising and falling as you hiccupped through tears. You nodded feverishly, your shaky hand wiping away snot and tears. 

"M'sorry! It was just an accident, I promise, I'll c-clean it all up, I p-promise." You whimpered.

"I know it was an accident baby, we all have accidents don't we hm?" Elvis cooed, trying to soothe you and calm you down. "Accidents happen, it's okay honey, I ain't mad, I ain't mad at all." Elvis tried to reassure as you trembled opposite him, your hands still in a bloodied mess along with your knees.

Elvis knew that your sudden panicky and frightened little state was the result of your father, beating you and verbally abusing you at any possible chance he had, particularly when an incident like this would happen. He knew that you'd revert back to the child-like state that you'd first experienced the abuse in, but he knew it was now his job and responsibility to look after you and take care of you and make you feel better and feel loved.

"I d-didn't mean it, p-promise." You mewled softly, growing calmer but still tender and frightened. 

Elvis nodded understandingly, holding eye contact with you, wanting to make it absolutely clear to you that you weren't in any trouble and nothing was bad was going to happen to you whilst you were in his care. 

"I know you didn't sweet girl. You were just doin' yer best weren't you honey? You did nothin' wrong, you were busy bein' a good girl and gettin' Charlie a drink for him." Elvis praised, knowing you needed it. "What happened to yer hands n'knees little one?" Elvis asked, pointing to your injuries.

You hadn't even acknowledged that you were hurt or bleeding, your mind far too occupied with fear. Your eyes widened cutely as you blinked a few times, realising how bad your hands really were as you held them up in front of you. Elvis watched you, his attempt to get your mind to stop panicking was working.

"I, um, I hurt them," You said quietly, your voice trailing off as you studied your hands. "They hurt." You whimpered slightly, the realisation of what had happened setting in, as well as the pain. 

"They look sore don't they honey?" Elvis observed and you nodded, successfully distracted from the internalised fear that had consumed you. "I think we need to get you cleaned up little one, make you feel all good n'better? What do you think princess?" Elvis asked calmly.

Again, you nodded, your habit of becoming ever-so-slightly more non-verbal kicking in when you were upset and scared and overstimulated. "Okay..." You replied, with the small word being all you could muster.

"Okay." Elvis repeated in confirmation with a reassuring nod. "Now, I'm gon' help you up little 'un, then I'm gon' get the fellas outta here, they've had enough partyin' for one night, then we're gon' get you cleaned up and into our nice big, warm, bed, how does that sound Y/N?" Elvis said to you gently. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat as your damp eyelashes fluttered and you scanned the mess around you on the floor. "B-But I need to clean up my mess." You stuttered.

"Oh little one, no, no this will all get cleaned by the staff who are comin' to sort out the mess from the party 'kay? Your only job is to let me clean you up and feel better, okay little girl?" Elvis said with a raised eyebrow as you sniffled and reached out for him, desperately craving physically affection from him. "Careful pretty girl, I don't wanna hurt yer pretty little hands now, do I? M'gon pick you up from your elbows, okay?" Elvis told you, standing back up before leaning down and slowly hauling you up from under your arms, making sure as to not cause you any more harm.

Once you were up, Elvis quickly dashed to the Jungle room to get rid of the remaining guys, explaining the situation to them before they all told Elvis that they hoped you were okay. They all thought of you as a little gem of a girl and they all had a soft spot for you. They were also protective of you, perhaps not as much as Elvis was, but they all knew you were a sweet girl and they all sincerely hoped you'd feel better as quickly as possible.

Elvis then carried you up the stairs and straight to your bathroom, setting you on the bathroom counter where your legs dangled and your cheeks were sticky with dried tears and smudged eyeliner. 

Elvis spent the next couple of hours cleaning you, carefully getting rid of any glass that was stuck in your skin and applying cream and ointment onto your wounds, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead every time you winced from the anti-septic. 

"Hurts." You cried as you recoiled every time Elvis applied anti-septic onto your body somewhere. 

"I know it does baby, I know it does, but you're bein' such a brave girl f'me, aren't you? That's right, bein' so brave f'me, m'so proud of you." Elvis cooed. "But this is going to make you better so you gotta keep bein' a brave girl for me, just a little bit more medicine and then we'll go to bed little one." Elvis assured.

Sweet nothings and words of comfort and praise kept coming from Elvis as he continued to clean you up, change you out of your sweet little pink party dress, put your pyjamas on for you and get you all cuddled up into bed. 

Exhaustion consumed you, overwhelming you and making your whole body feel heavy as you sank into the big, plush bed that you and Elvis shared. 

You glanced up at Elvis who settled in next to you, your big eyes gazing up at him. "Promise I didn't mean it, promise I'm sorry." You mumbled feebly.

Elvis sighed, looking down at you as he cupped your face with his large hand that had so delicately looked after you all evening. "I know baby, you ain't got nothin' t'be sorry about princess. There ain't no need to be worried little one, yer with me now baby, I ain't ever gon' be mad atchu, okay? Now, you need to rest, you're overwhelmed baby, but m'gon be right here when you wake up and m'gon make you pancakes for bein' such a good girl f'me tonight." Elvis smiled, watching as a sleepy smile crept onto your face.

"Love you." You lazily hummed before you closed your eyes.

Elvis didn't sleep until he knew you were sleeping soundly, his little sunshine.

[lucygxybaird]

imagine you're killed in a shootout or a fight, and everything is so fast, so hectic, that billy doesn't even realize until it's over. until he sees you lying there, so still. too still.

maybe you're tucked away in a corner of the house where the gang has holed up, and he sinks to his knees on the floor, kneeling beside you like a penitent.

he pulls you into his arms, even though he knows you're already gone. he smooths your hair away from your face, makes sure your clothes are straight and neat, and he just holds you. he doesn't rock or scream or beg for help. it's too late for that. it's too late for any of that. besides, doing anything would require thought, feeling, and he's empty. it's like someone hollowed him out, his heart fading away the moment yours stopped beating.

he sits there with you -- with your body, rather, since what really made you you has disappeared and will never, never, never come back -- and he stares into nothing. at some point, though he's unaware of choosing to move, let alone doing it, he finds himself leaning against the wall with you still in his lap.

he can't bear to look into your face.

he doesn't move, doesn't show any signs of life at all except for the involuntary, slight rise and fall of his chest, until charlie crouches beside him and tries to take you away. "billy, we need to--"

"don't," he says. turning his eyes toward his friend, billy looks at him with a dull, angry gaze, like a fire banked low. "don't you fuckin' touch her, charlie. she's gonna stay right here."

there are tears in charlie's eyes. you were his friend, too, and billy is like his brother. "billy," he says gently, pityingly. "we gotta bury her. we've buried everybody else. it's her turn."

"no," billy answers. "no."

he tightens his arms around you, holding you higher against his chest, as if you can still listen to the beat of his heart (you always liked to do that; you told him once that nothing made you feels safer than lying in his arms, your head nestled onto his chest, listening to the steady drum. it tended to lull you right to sleep). he stares at charlie, wild-eyed but blank, like an animal driven into a corner.

charlie doesn't say anything, and it's not until he's silent for a long time that billy realizes he's left. he has no idea how long it's been or where charlie has gone. he doesn't care.

there's a window -- shattered glass littering the floor -- across the room, and through it he can see that it's gotten dark. how long has he been sitting here? he has no idea. he doesn't care about this, either.

"i'm sorry," he tells you. he still doesn't look at you. "i'm so sorry. this is all my fault. it's always my fault. i shoulda told you to get outta here--"

i shoulda made sure he knew he was my hero, i shoulda found a better doctor, i shoulda made more money so she didn't have to work as hard, i shoulda stayed with him...

at some point, he looks around again, and manuela is sitting next to him. she touches his shoulder. "billy," she says.

like he did with charlie, he just tells her: "no."

"querido, we must," she says, her hand still on his shoulder. "we have to. it's time. she can't stay like this. it's not good for her."

"what?" billy blinks.

manuela reaches out with her free hand and brushes billy's hair out of his eyes. "it's not good for her," she says again. "she needs to go home."

"she is home," billy says. his eyes sting and he doesn't know why, because he's empty, which means he doesn't have anything left to give to tears. "she's with me."

smiling sadly, manuela shakes her head. "her home is different now," she says. "you will join here there, someday. i am sure she will be waiting for you. she loved you very much." she squeezes his shoulder. "but now you need to let her go, so she can rest and wait for you there."

"rest?" he repeats, like he's never heard the word before. his throat tightens, and he can feel one bead of moisture, and then another, trickle down one cheek. "she's tired?"

"yes," manuela says softly. "she's very tired. she needs you to let go, so she can rest."

a choked sob wrenches its way out of his chest, clawing as it goes, and he finally loosens his hold on you. "okay," he says. "okay. so she can rest."

they bury you separately from everyone else, underneath an oak tree that spreads its leaves over a pool of shade. it will shelter you, he thinks, from the wind and the rain; it will keep you safe and warm, protect you, succeed where he failed.

he makes your marker himself, whittling your name and your date of birth onto a piece of wood and sticking it upright in the earth. he can just see it from his window when he lies in bed, not sleeping until his body forces him to sleep, exhaustion bullying him under.

at first, all he wants to do is be with you. he doesn't want to keep you waiting too long.

but he knows you well enough to be sure you wouldn't want that for him. you'd want him to fight, to live. his work in lincoln county isn't done, not yet, not by a long shot.

when it is, though, when it's time to finally lay down his guns, he knows where you'll be. and he'll join you there, finally able to rest. finally home.

[redsummermoon]

Tangled

Charlie Dalton x reader CW: use of Y/N, female reader, reader with long enough hair to braid [1.2k words] 

The room was dim, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm, flickering light across the couch where Charlie and Y/N sat. They had been watching a movie together, though Charlie could tell Y/N’s attention was fading by the second. Her eyelids fluttered with each passing minute, her head tilting slightly to the side as she fought to stay awake.

Charlie smiled to himself, glancing over at her. “Hey, you okay over there?” he teased lightly, nudging her leg with his foot.

Y/N blinked and sat up straighter, stifling a yawn. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep. “Just a little tired.”

"A little tired, huh?" Charlie chuckled, shaking his head as he shifted on the couch. “Y/N, you look like you’re about to pass out any second.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m good, I swear. I’m still watching.”

“Really?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with playful skepticism. “What just happened in the movie, then?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but hesitated, her brow furrowing. “Uh... there was... a scene with...” She trailed off, realizing she had no idea what had just happened. “Okay, fine, I have no idea.”

Charlie laughed softly, his voice filled with affection. “Come here.” He opened his arms wide, inviting her into his embrace. “You look like you need to relax.”

Y/N hesitated for a second, then shuffled closer, nestling against him. “But you’re still watching the movie,” she murmured.

“I am,” Charlie admitted, wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled closer. “But I can watch the movie and hold you at the same time. Multitasking, you know?”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into his warmth. “You sure it’s okay if I just sleep on you for a bit?”

Charlie smiled, his heart swelling as he looked down at her. “Obviously. You’re the love of my life, Y/N. Of course you can.”

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded but filled with affection. “I love you, Charlie,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I love you, too,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, and within moments, her breathing slowed, her body sinking further into Charlie’s chest. He could feel her weight against him, the soft rise and fall of her breaths as she drifted off.

As the movie droned on, Charlie’s attention began to wane. His mind wandered from the plot on the screen, and the steady, comforting weight of Y/N against him made it hard to stay focused. He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but his hands grew restless.

He glanced down at Y/N, still sound asleep on his chest, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Her hair, which had fallen across his arms, gleamed in the dim light from the TV. Without thinking, he gently took a few strands between his fingers, twirling them absentmindedly. The texture was soft and each strand slipped smoothly between his fingers.

His eyes drifted back to the screen, but his hands seemed to have found their own distraction. Charlie shifted positions again, making it easier to use his hands to braid. He began weaving her hair, slowly at first, like his hands were testing the waters. His fingers deftly separated sections, crossing them over one another with surprising ease. The rhythm of braiding felt comforting, almost meditative, as he worked his way through the soft locks.

The strands of her hair intertwined, his hands working methodically yet gently, careful not to tug too hard and disturb her. He kept an eye on her face, watching for any signs that she might stir, but Y/N remained perfectly still, her body curled into him, peaceful and content.

As he continued braiding, Charlie’s focus on the movie faded away. His mind was now fully engrossed in the task before him, his fingers moving with skill. The small braid grew longer, and Charlie couldn't help but admire how delicate it looked, nestled against the rest of her hair.

He smiled to himself. There was something calming, even intimate, about this quiet act. He wasn’t trying to impress her, wasn’t even sure she’d notice when she woke up, but the simple act of playing with her hair felt meaningful, a subtle way of showing his care without needing words.

As Y/N stirred, she felt a faint, gentle tug in her hair, so soft it almost seemed like part of her dream. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the room, and she realized that Charlie’s hands were still tangled in her hair. He wasn’t watching the movie anymore. Instead, he was looking down at her with wide eyes, caught in the act.

“Oh,” he stammered, his face flushing a little. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. I was just…”

Y/N groggily sat up, her hand instinctively reaching for her hair. “What were you doing?” she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Charlie scratched the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “I, uh... may have braided your hair.”

Curious, Y/N got up and shuffled over to the mirror on the wall. When she saw the braid, her eyes widened in surprise. The intricate waterfall braid cascaded down the side of her head, woven with delicate precision. She touched it gently, marveling at how perfect it looked. “Charlie… did you really do this?”

He nodded, looking almost embarrassed. “Yeah. I have a younger sister,” he explained. “She always wanted her hair braided like the other girls in her class, but my mom never really knew how. So I figured it out for her.”

Y/N turned from the mirror, looking at him with newfound wonder. “Really?”

Charlie chuckled softly. “Yeah, she’d sit in front of me, all impatient, waiting for me to finish. I got pretty good at it after a while. It’s been a long time since I braided anyone’s hair, though. But… I don’t know, playing with your hair kind of reminded me of those days. It’s relaxing.”

Y/N’s heart melted at his words. She crossed the room back to him, her eyes soft with affection. “That’s the sweetest thing,” she cooed, her voice warm and teasing. She took his face in her hands, her fingers lightly brushing his cheek. “Thank you for braiding my hair, Charlie.”

Before he could say anything, Y/N leaned down and kissed him, slow and gentle, her gratitude clear in every touch. Charlie blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss, his hands resting softly on her waist.

When they pulled apart, Y/N was smiling at him, her heart full. “I love it,” she whispered. “You’re amazing.”

Charlie grinned, a little shy but clearly pleased. “I guess I could start braiding your hair more often then. If you want?”

Y/N laughed softly, running her fingers through the braid one more time. “I would love that, Charlie.”

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Cyril Needed A Friend | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s 900 follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy comes home from business to find that his family grew by one while he was away.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1174

A/N: congrats on hitting 900 followers, Mar! I hope you like what I did with this little story. I couldn’t resist adding Cyril in too. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

Tommy thanked the driver as he pulled the car around to the front door of his home. He grabbed his briefcase and opened the car's door, stepping out before looking up at the sound of nails scratching against the concrete. He immediately knew who that was, and upon looking up, he was greeted by the big, lovable lunk that was Cyril.

"Hello, Cyril," he greeted the dog, dropping his briefcase down to the ground so that he could bend down and use both of his hands to pet the dog.

"Dad!" the excited voice of his daughter, Ruby, made him look up from the dog and fix his eyes on the door of the house once more. There, he saw his daughter rushing out of the front door, something cradled in her arms, with his son, Charlie, following close behind. He could also see his wife, (Y/N), in the shadow of the doorway.

"Hey, Rubes. Hey, Charlie," he greeted both of the children, a smile on his face before he focused on what was in Ruby's arms, "what have you got there, Ruby?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"It's our new puppy, daddy!" Ruby happily exclaimed, moving closer to her father so that she could show him the dog that was nestled in her arms.

A look of surprise formed on Tommy's face, and he glanced up at (Y/N) then, seeing her leaning against the doorframe with an amused grin on her face. "Our new puppy?" he asked his daughter then, hoping he'd get some clarification. He knew nothing of this new addition to the family.

"Yes! We got him yesterday. His name is Pip and he's only a year old," Ruby gave some details of the dog as she thrusted it closer to his body. He could now see that the dog was mostly black, but had some brown on his underbelly and around his face.

"A Yorkshire Terrier?" Tommy questioned, wondering if he had his breeds correct. This dog was like the poster image for that breed though, so he was pretty sure that he wouldn't get it wrong.

"Yes, dad! How did you know?!" Ruby was thrilled by her father's answer.

"Lucky guess," Tommy grinned at his daughter, her excitement making his heart swell.

"Would you like to pet him, dad? He's super soft and he doesn't bite. I promise!" Ruby insisted.

"I hope he wouldn't bite," he commented on the second half of his daughter's statement, his words making her giggle. He smiled at Ruby before obliging her and petting the dog on the head. The pup, happy to be getting attention, pressed his head against Tommy's hand as he was being pet.

"Isn't he the sweetest?!" Ruby exclaimed, overjoyed that her father had given in and gave the dog a pet.

“He is,” Tommy appeased his daughter, hoping his smile stayed believable as his eyes found his wife’s again. She looked to be having the best time watching this interaction go down.

“Come on, Pip, let’s go inside!” Ruby exclaimed as she turned around on the gravel and made her way back to the door. Charlie, who was giving Cyril some love, stood and followed his sister, the bigger of the family’s two dogs moseying in behind them.

Tommy sent a wide eyed look to (Y/N) before he grabbed his briefcase and walked up the two, concrete steps so that he could get to where she was standing.

“Welcome back,” she greeted him, kissing his lips quickly before she pulled back to send a smile in his direction.

“When was the decision to get a second dog made?” he asked her, wanting to get the details of the new yorkie that he’d just met as soon as possible.

“A few days ago,” she responded nonchalantly, not seeing the entire situation as a big deal.

“And you didn’t think to consult me on it?”

“Oh stop treating this like it’s a matter of business, Tommy. It’s a bloody dog,” (Y/N) said to him, letting him know that he was making too big of a deal out of this, “the kids are always fighting over who gets to play with Cyril, who does not like the torture that he goes through, but he puts up with it, so I decided that they’ll have a dog each. Ruby picked this puppy out from the shelter. The workers said that he’d been there since he was a baby and that no one had shown any interest in him. We couldn’t not get him. And plus, Cyril seemed like he needed a friend…it was a win-win,” she happily gave him the run down of why she’d made this decision.

Tommy stayed silent for a few moments as he thought about what she’d said. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, waiting for what he had to say in response. After those moments passed, Tommy let out a sigh of defeat. “How did she land on the name Pip?” he asked, switching the topic of conversation just slightly.

“Pip is short for Pipsqueak. Ruby chose that name because ‘he’s so tiny’,” she informed him, using their daughter’s exact words while explaining the decision behind the name that was chosen.

“That makes sense,” Tommy nodded, slowly but surely warming up to the idea of having a second dog around.

“He’s been really good with Cyril so far…they love each other already, I think,” (Y/N) smiled, thinking about earlier this morning when she found them curled up next to each other in the dog bed.

Tommy was about to respond, but he got cut off by Ruby, who was screaming to them from another room: “mum, Pip peed on the ground again!” Hearing this made Tommy’s eyes snap to his wife, his previous smile now gone. (Y/N) sent him a sheepish one in response.

“He may still need to work on being house trained,” she said, her words hesitant as she wondered how Tommy would respond to her statement.

He only sighed and shook his head, deciding that he’d finally head inside. Once he entered the foyer, he found Ruby, who was holding Pip with a frown on her face. “Can we please keep him, dad? I promise he won’t have any more accidents,” she said to him, using her best begging eyes.

Tommy looked at the dog and then back at his daughter. There really was no argument here. Only one answer was clear: “yes, love. We’ll keep him,” he assured her, his words making the biggest smile break out onto her features. She hugged the dog before hugging his legs in a thank you. He just patted her back softly before she ran off with the dog in her arms.

He knew one thing as he watched her run away: she couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t have anymore accidents in the house, but she damn sure would love that dog with everything she had. And who was Tommy to take that away from her?

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Consoling Lucifer on Charlie’s first day of school

・❥ Charlie’s growing up, and Lucifer isn’t taking it well. Luckily, you’re there to keep the King of Hell standing on two feet.

x: just a short fic about a super soft lucifer who loves his daughter, i had some fun with this haha. reader is g/n and also has a parental role. no use of y/n.

~ 1.5k words

warning: tooth-rotting parental love

“Are you crying, Daddy?” The tiny apple-cheeked figure asked, her head tilted curiously up towards the almost identical-looking porcelain face standing a few feet away from her, his hand over his eyes as he rubbed at them feverishly. 

“No,” He lied, his lips curved into a tight-lipped smile as he bit back tears, “It’s just allergies, Apple Pie.”

Lucifer’s eyes trailed back onto the poofy red dress Charlie wore. The intricate, black lines and little hearts woven into its soft fabric made her even more adorable in the outfit. She also sported snow-white stockings, and a pair of sparkly red shoes that glinted in the light as Charlie smiled giddily, excited about the new adventure.

A small red bowtie was nestled into her hair, which was styled in a large braid that ended at the middle of her back. It swayed softly as the young girl bounced in place, becoming antsy by the second. 

You stood right beside him, smiling happily at Charlie as she looked up at the two of you. It was you who had gotten her ready, no doubt did you think she looked like a beautiful little princess. However, you were not expecting such an emotional reaction from your husband, Lucifer Morningstar, when you presented her outfit to him. 

It was Charlie’s first day of lessons, which means—in Lucifer’s opinion—she was finally leaving the nest. Except for the fact she was still considered just a youngling when it came to being Hellborn, and Charlie still needed her father to read her a story every night before bed. She still has trouble reaching items on the counter, and remembering all the letters of the alphabet. She was far from flying off on her own, she was still her father’s little duckling.

He was already nervous the days leading up to this morning, and you had watched him flip through baby book after baby book. Each contains hundreds of photos depicting from when Charlie was a newborn, and through last Sunday. 

Whenever Charlie so much and breathed cutely, Lucifer was pulling out that camera and saving it for the album. Especially when he got a hold of a yellow duck onesie? The man was a goner, and the bookshelf was beginning to fill with rows of binders filled with polaroids.

Yesterday, you had been in the process of cleaning out a closet of rarely used items, when you stumbled upon a pair of Charlie’s old baby boots. 

Lucifer had just walked into the room when his eyes landed on the tiny boots. They obviously wouldn’t fit the girl now, as she had grown out of them long ago. It definitely stirred something inside the fallen angel when his lip began to quiver from the doorway, and slowly walked over to you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He took the boots from your hands, his thumb brushing softly over the small velcro straps. Charlie was old enough to start wearing laces, and she needed his help getting tying her shoes less and less as the months went by. That thought made him collapse onto you, tears brimming his eyes. 

“She had such adorable little feet!” Lucifer wailed in your lap, as you soothingly petted his hair. There were multiple photos in his hands, all of baby Charlie, “Her toes just don’t look like little sausages anymore, it’s not as cute!”

“At least she’s not a hobbit,” you replied, brushing a stray tear from his face.

“I don’t even know what that means!” He had sobbed.

It wasn’t like she was going off to college or anything, yet the way Lucifer clutched her baby blanket in his free hand—which she only stopped sleeping with 2 days ago—made it seem like the girl was not coming back from a few hours of teachings. 

“I packed you some snacks. Apple slices, and some funnel cake. Eat the fruit first, it’s healthy for you. Want to grow up big and strong, don’t you?” 

“Uh-huh!” Charlie nodded with enthusiasm, smiling brightly.

“That’s my girl,” Lucifer choked back tears, nodding approvingly. 

“Honey, she’s going to be late, hurry up and say goodbye,” you prodded gently, smiling warmly with clasped hands. You had been silently on standby, this was a much more emotional moment for Lucifer than you, he needed the space and time with his munchkin.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he growled softly at himself, “look at me, all worked up over nothing. What a joke of a King.”

Lucifer lowered himself to one knee and reached out a hand, and Charlie walked forward returning the touch. Her tiny hands were engulfed in his palm as he curled his fingers tenderly around them. The fallen angel met his daughter's gaze, before taking a deep breath.

“I love you, Charlie.” 

“I love you too, Daddy,” Charlie laughed, before leaping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. Lucifer pulled her in, nuzzling into her hair as she squeezed him tightly. 

Even if Charlie grew apart from her father as she got older, you’d know she’d always be a daddy’s girl. It was Lucifer whom she invited for tea time among her stuffed animals, and it was he she asked to dance with when the radio’s soft melodies filled the lounge during the evenings as the three of you relaxed by the warm fireplace. 

It made your heart flutter with how similar the two were, and the way Lucifer fawned over Charlie like he’d never seen a more beautiful soul. 

“My best creation,” he had whispered with a smile one night, while the two of you were sitting on the balcony, the alcohol buzzing inside your mind as you held his hand from across the small table. Those words had made your love for him continue to grow, if that were even possible in the first place.

Lucifer and Charlie stayed locked in an embrace for a few moments on the floor before the girl released him, and Lucifer’s arms slowly lowered from her abdomen as she took a few steps back towards the door.

“Go on, now! Don’t let me keep you waiting, just remember to crush it.” Lucifer waved his daughter off, and she jumped with joy.

“Okay! Bye, Daddy!” Charlie giggled, her little red dress bouncing along with her toes as she quickly turned away towards the open door of her room. 

“Have fun, Charlie!” You called after her, as Lucifer slowly rose from his position near the floor.

“I will! Bye!” She replied, running down the hall, her little bag bouncing in her hands as she scampered away to…

…her private tutor’s small classroom at the end of the long hallway. The three of you had been wishing the girl farewell in her large bedroom inside the family manor, which meant Charlie’s teaching wasn't even outside of the home. 

That made Lucifer’s reaction even more humorous, but it was also incredibly sweet. The ruler of Hell, a nasty, bitter place, was a cinnamon roll behind the bad-boy act that he played so well in front of the rest of the realm.

When Lucifer stood straight again, you turned your head to face him. The sight before you caused you to clamp your lips shut tight, trying to suppress your laughter at Lucifer’s disheveled figure.

His hair looked messier than before he had said goodbye, and his face was soaked with tears. Lucifer’s lip quivered, and he quickly averted his gaze, slamming his hand over his face to contain his quiet sobs. The man was practically in shambles. 

“What’s wrong with me?” He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “I can’t control my emotions when it comes to Charlie.”

“Sorry to break it to you, Your Highness, but you’re in love,” you cooed, shaking your head with a smile as Lucifer sniffled beside you. He pulled a hand-embroidered handkerchief from his waistcoat, dabbing underneath his eyes to clean the fresh tears. 

“Come on, Lou. How about I make you some pancakes for breakfast?” You said softly, lacing your fingers with his as you tugged him towards the opposite end of the hall. 

“Really?” He sniffled, looking at you with glistening eyes.

“Mhmm,” your hands lifted to cup his face, tenderly squishing those small red spots as you replied with a honeyed tone, “Heaven knows how the ‘Big Boss of Hell’ can be such a softy. Don’t worry, Charlie will be back by lunchtime, and maybe we’ll go on a picnic, hm?”

Your free hand went up toward the fallen angel’s head, and your nails softly grazed his scalp as you pulled his hair back into a more uniform appearance. After fussing with it for a moment, you leaned in and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

“A picnic sounds nice, I have no idea how you always have a remedy to everything,” He said softly as you pulled away, an adoring smile on his lips as you turned to tug him down the hall.

“Years of practice,” you laughed, as the two of you walked towards the large kitchen, passing loving glances between the other. 

At least, with Charlie away for a few hours, you and your husband could get some alone time together. God knows the poor man needed it. 

lucifer is just so soft for his little princess whether it’s beating the shit out of adam or playing tea party it makes me just 🤭🥴 like damn

hope you enjoyed the lil snack, have a great day! 🤍

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Ok! OK! Back to normal posts! Or at least normal for over here!

So I've been getting a lot of Hazbin and Helluva content in my YouTube feed recently and, as an interesting but also kind of disappointing fact, the way a Sinner dies directly influences how they appear in Hell. If you drown on a sinking ship like Baxter (scrapped side character who still has an enamel pin for some reason?), you might have an aquatic fishy look. Angel Dust died of a drug overdose, and he now has a prominent heart on his chest symbolizing the heart attack he died from

So, like. Obviously there are cool ideas on how maybe you could catch attention or appear down there, but, could you imagine how fucked you would be with like literally any yandere HH/HB character if you go down there very obviously dead from suicide. Platonic, romantic, sexual, it doesn't matter. You can't keep that shit secret

Charlie meets you and you're like a zebra with horizontal stripes and she thinks you just look so neat and interesting, and wow you're so sweet amd fun actually, what are you doing down here? And then she sees you have stripes going vertically down one or both of your forearms and she suddenly feels a little hope die inside of her because, what does it MEAN for someone like you to be in HELL for... suicide? That's not your fault! That's so sad! She would vow to be your new best friend and do her best to give you an amazing afterlife to make up for all the time you didn't get to have "up top"

Angel accidentally walks in on you changing and sees you have a heart on your chest and is in instant sibling mode because he knows the second Val sees that he'll go crazy for it since he loves that aesthetic (Also extra bad luck if you're chesty and the heart is like in between your boobs or like you know nestled in your cleavage or whatever because then you're getting forced into constant push-up bras) but, also, if you were an addict, that means you're vulnerable. For Val, that makes you a target, and for Angel that means you're probably miserable and spiraling like him and he doesn't want to see you go down the same roads he has

Alastor who meets a version of you that has a certain old timey kinda twang or is kinda theatrical and showtuney in your voice/mannerisms and maybe you glow a little and it's because you put your radio in the bathtub 💀 definitely don't let your extra special "platonic friend" find out you killed yourself from crippling loneliness, partially caused by not having a partner!

Valentino who sees you're literally blue-faced with a certain pattern around your neck and instantly knowing that this interesting little cutie he's curious about is an emotionally vulnerable mark. It won't be TOO hard to pour drinks down your throat and maybe lend you some of this joint until you're spilling all your intimate secrets, he figures

Blitz already has multiple instances of family trauma and feeling rejected and isolated, so how do you think he's gonna empathize if you're some.... yellow skinned aquatic demon who literally drank like a fish and died of liver failure/alcohol poisoning. The imp watching you get piss drunk all over again and bawling how you're a failure and no one will love you? You're crashing on his couch tonight cuz he doesn't wanna leave you alone. And also the next night. And the next. And the next.

Stolas certainly would be awfully sympathetic to a teen or adult child abused by their family and ending their life because of it, coming down to Hell with spots like a dalmatian or leopard from where you were beaten, and bright red on one specific patch of your hair from where you hit the ground after jumping from a great height

Annnnnnnd as a bonus, Asmodeus and a Darling with visible handprints on their neck who was choked to death during sex, so not only is he horribly protective of you as someone killed by a lover, the act of even being lovers something he considers pretty intimate and important, but also because you've now got these horrible sex related traumas and.... honey baby cutiepie, he's gotta fix all that if the two of you are gonna bone down something nasty. You're at least gonna let him cuddle, right 🥺

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Puppy litter

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Summary: Eris discovers that Ace, their loyal hound, has fathered a litter with a pregnant female dog. They decide to name the dog Charlie, and Y/N introduces their one-year-old son, Finna, to their new family member. Despite Finna’s adorable attempts to say Charlie’s name, Ace remains fiercely protective of his new companion, signalling the start of a new chapter for their growing family. Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, pet care

*Serves as a one-shot but can be read as memories fade or the sequel loves haze series

Eris always let Ace out in the morning, a daily routine that had become a comforting constant in their lives. Ace, their faithful hunting hound, would roam the grounds, sniffing out scents and enjoying the freedom. However, Eris had noticed something peculiar over the past few weeks: Ace had developed a habit of leaving the estate grounds and taking things with him. At first, it was small items—an old blanket, a piece of bread from the kitchen, a chew toy. But as time passed, Ace's morning excursions grew longer, and his scavenged items became more deliberate.

Curiosity got the better of Eris. One crisp morning, he decided to follow Ace and discover where his faithful companion was going. He slipped on his boots and cloak, shivering slightly in the early morning chill, and quietly trailed behind Ace as he made his way through the forest that bordered their estate.

Ace trotted confidently, a piece of cooked meat clutched in his mouth. Eris kept a safe distance, careful not to alert the dog to his presence. The hound moved with purpose, weaving through the trees with an ease born of familiarity. After what felt like an eternity, Ace finally stopped at a small clearing nestled deep within the woods.

Eris, hidden behind a thick oak, peered into the clearing. What he saw brought a lump to his throat.

There, nestled in a makeshift den formed by fallen branches and leaves, was a pregnant female dog. She looked up as Ace approached, her eyes brightening with recognition and relief. Ace gently placed the meat before her, nuzzling her affectionately. The female dog, her belly swollen with the weight of unborn puppies, eagerly accepted the food, her tail thumping weakly against the ground.

As Eris stepped forward, realization dawned on him. Ace wasn't just helping a random dog; he had impregnated her. "Oh, Ace," Eris muttered, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his voice. "I should’ve cut your balls off with a dagger."

Ace turned, his tail wagging furiously, as if inviting Eris to join them. The female dog eyed him warily but seemed reassured by Ace's trust.

Kneeling beside the makeshift den, Eris reached out a hand, allowing the female dog to sniff him. She was thin, her ribs starkly visible beneath her fur, and she looked exhausted. "You've been helping her," Eris murmured, scratching Ace behind the ears. "Good boy."

The sight of the two dogs, one pregnant and vulnerable, the other loyal and determined to help, stirred something deep within Eris. He knew he couldn't leave them here, especially with winter approaching.

He spent the next few moments assessing the situation, formulating a plan. "We can't leave her out here, Ace," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "She needs a safe place to stay."

With great care, Eris lifted the female dog into his arms. She whined softly but didn't resist, her trust in Ace extending to him. Ace trotted beside them as Eris made his way back to the estate, cradling the pregnant dog protectively.

When they reached the estate, Eris headed straight for the stables. It was warm and sheltered, a temporary haven until he could find a more permanent solution. He settled the female dog on a bed of hay, making sure she was comfortable before turning to Ace. "Stay with her," he instructed. "I'll get some more food and water."

After ensuring the dogs were settled, Eris hurried inside, his mind racing. He needed to inform Y/N and make arrangements for the new guest. He found Y/N in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Eris? What is it?" Y/N asked, noticing the urgency in his expression.

He quickly explained the situation, watching as Y/N's eyes widened with concern and compassion. "We need to help her," she said, without hesitation. "I'll gather some supplies."

Together, they prepared a warm broth and brought it to the stable, along with a few blankets. The female dog eagerly drank the broth, her eyes showing gratitude. Y/N knelt beside her, gently stroking her fur. "You're safe now," she whispered. "We'll take care of you."

Eris watched his mate, his heart swelling with pride and love. They had faced many challenges together, but this unexpected act of kindness reminded him of the goodness that lay at the core of their family.

As the female dog settled down to rest, Ace curled up beside her, keeping watch. Eris and Y/N stood back, hand in hand, knowing they had done the right thing. They would help this dog, just as they had helped each other through so much. It was a small act, but in a world full of uncertainty, it was a reminder that love and compassion could make all the difference.

Eris whispered to Y/N, "Thank you for being who you are. For caring so deeply."

--

Y/N dashed into the house, her excitement and urgency propelling her forward. She knew Eris would need help with the newly discovered pregnant dog, and she was eager to lend a hand but first they needed to get little spark. She hurried to the nursery, where their one-year and three-month-old son, Finna, was just waking from his nap.

“Hey, little man,” Y/N cooed softly as she scooped Finna up from his crib. His tiny face scrunched up before breaking into a smile. “We have a new friend to meet.”

Balancing Finna on her hip, Y/N made her way outside to the stables. She could hear Eris’s soothing voice and the soft whines of the female dog as she approached. When she entered, Eris looked up, relief washing over his face at the sight of her.

“I brought Finna,” Y/N said, adjusting their son in her arms. “I thought he might want to meet our new guest.”

Eris nodded, his expression softening as he gazed at Finna. “Good idea. I think he’ll like her.”

Y/N carefully set Finna down on a blanket beside the hay bed where the female dog lay. Ace sat protectively next to her, his eyes never leaving the new arrival. Finna’s eyes widened in curiosity as he took in the scene before him, his tiny hands reaching out towards the dog.

Y/N knelt down beside Finna, keeping a protective arm around him. “What do you think, sweetheart? Should we give her a name?”

Eris crouched beside them, his hand gently stroking the female dog's fur. “I think she deserves a strong name. Something that reflects her resilience.”

Y/N thought for a moment, her eyes meeting Eris’s. “How about Charlie?”

Eris smiled, nodding in agreement. “Charlie it is. Welcome to the family, Charlie.”

As if understanding her new name, Charlie lifted her head and gave a soft bark, her eyes bright with gratitude. Ace, protective of Charlie, wagged his tail, clearly approving of the name choice.

Finna babbled happily, his tiny hands clapping in excitement. He then looked at the dog and tried to mimic what his parents had said. “Chah… Chah…”

Y/N laughed, leaning over to kiss the top of his head. “Close enough, sweetheart. You’ll get it.”

Eris reached out to gently ruffle Finna’s hair. “He’s going to grow up with the best friends. We’ll make sure of that.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment as she watched Finna interact with Ace and Charlie. Their family was growing in unexpected ways, but she knew that together, they could handle anything.

“We’re lucky to have each other,” Y/N said softly, her eyes meeting Eris’s. “And now we have Charlie too.”

Eris wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Yes, we are.”

With Finna babbling happily, Ace wagging his tail, and Charlie resting comfortably, Y/N felt a warmth in her heart. Their family was complete, and she knew that they would face whatever challenges came their way together.

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Dinner for two, Moonlit Solace (Prologue):

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You, Dean, Sam, and Charlie stop at a diner after a hunt. A cute little prologue that leads into the Moonlit Solace series.

Warnings: Minor cursing, that's about it! Some tension, Dean is unable to say his feelings!

Genre: Fluff all the way.

Word Count: 1,151

Series Masterlist: Coming Soon!

You had been traveling with the Winchester brothers for two years now, practically verging on three. You listened with a smile as Charlie eagerly ranted about something with computers. Your gaze wasn't on her, however. It was on Dean, watching as he took a mouthful of eggs only to let his jaw fall open as he laughed. You shook your head, smiling with a held back chuckle as you cast your gaze down to the dining table. The four of you had just finished off a hunt and had been on your drive back to the bunker when Dean declared that it was time for a celebratory dinner. That's how you found yourself seated in the diner booth across from Sam. Charlie sat next to you, picking food you had yet to touch off your plate.

The faint sound of Frank Sinatra's voice playing from the nearby speaker behind the counter added to the conversation. It provided noise when you all fell silent, it provided comfortability. Sam watched as Dean's gaze wandered from the chatting Charlie to you, your hand covering your mouth as you chewed. It wasn't long before the four of you were walking back to the impala, Charlie and Sam's arguing over the passenger seat grew to be but a distant sound as you walked beside Dean.

"Ya know…" He hesitantly started, hands in his jean pockets, throwing a green-eyed glance at you. "You're more than welcome to sit in the passenger seat."

You let out a snort as you looked at him, a bright smile gracing your features. "I don't think I could do that to Sammy….or Charlie. They love sitting up there with you."

Dean nodded, eyes analyzing the way your smile lit up your face. "Right, yea." He flashed a grin that made your heart pick up its pace.

Silence fell between the two of you, your arms bumping against one another's every so often. Hopping into the backseat of the impala next to Sam, you watched as Dean started the engine. His love for his car was always notable. The way he rubbed her dash lovingly, how he told you he'd never let you drive her after last time. It wasn't your fault that the local Walmart had pink paint that day.

The drive was filled with Charlie ranting about something. You hoped there wouldn't be a questionnaire afterword because you had barely heard a word she said. Dean watched from the rearview mirror as you yawned, nestling into the side door while Sam read. By the time the impala reached the bunker, you were fast asleep. The drive had been long and boring, as it usually is.

"I'll get her." Dean declared to the others, his head gesturing to the door. As Charlie and Sam worked their way into the bunker- a knowing smile on their lips- Dean had walked towards the car door you rested on. Opening it carefully, he reached a hand over and pressed it on your shoulder, preventing you from falling. "Hey, sweetheart. It's time to get up." His voice was low, coaxing.

"Mm." You whined out, turning away from him with a grumpy huff, "Five more minutes."

He let out a chuckle, a smile on his face as he slid a hand behind your back, the other on your bicep. "We both know five minutes really means 'fuck off'." He replied as he pulled you from the Impala. "C'mon, outta my baby, sweetheart."

With a grumpy scowl, you stood, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh, c'mon, sweetheart." Dean coaxed, arm wrapping playfully over your shoulders, "Don't be like that!"

"Bite me." You grumbled, slipping from his arms.

Dean watched you walk away, his lips pursed. He knew you were tired; you always were after a hunt. However, he wanted to talk to you a little longer. It wasn't often he got you one on one.

"Hey, hold on a minute." Dean was quick to blurt out, hand grasping your wrist. His hold on you started out tight, like you'd disappear if he let go. You had paused, looking back at him with brows furrowed in confusion. As you stared at him, he loosened his grip, trying to keep the situation light. The warmth seeping from your skin was refreshing, the contact of your flesh against his sent sparks through his spine. Reluctantly, he released your wrist, desperate to not reveal how he felt. Desperately trying to not make himself powerless. His green eyes traced your face, tongue running along his bottom lip as he thought. A long stretch of silence fell between you two, his face contorting slightly, silently pleading that you could understand what he was trying to say. When your head tilted to the side and shook ever so slightly, brows furrowed and lips parted, Dean knew he had to verbalize his thoughts.

He gulped softly, exhaling in exasperated frustration, "You, uh, you did good today." He was frustrated that he couldn't say how much he admired the bravery you held during the hunt, the determination in your face as you stood between the vampires and the children.

Taking in the slight frustrated undertone of his voice, you tensed, frowning. He had given you a compliment, but it didn't feel very much like one. Your hands clenched at your sides as your lips pursed.

He tried again, hesitating for a moment before he tried to speak. Dean's lips parted, he wanted to tell you that he enjoyed having you out there. Having you fight by his side felt so...reassuring. You had his back, he had yours. It helped that Dean knew you were safe when he could see you. Even if it meant having you out on a hunt. He could be there to prevent anything from hurting you, from reaching you. After a second, he pursed his lips, unsure on how to express what he wanted to say. Dean's green eyes focused on yours, deep in thought. Your own looked between his, searching them for any answer as to what he was trying to say. He leaned in ever so subtly, finding his mind racing for something, anything, he could say to make it better.

Sensing his struggle, you spoke up, "thanks, Dean." A bright smile graced your tired face, accepting that he wouldn't be able to say more. Your voice was relieved, appreciative. It was nice. It was nice to be complimented by Dean. He had noticed how hard you tried, and he thought you did good. You casted your gaze away, a small bite of your lip as you turned. He watched you take your leave, a frown tugging his lips.

"Anytime, sweetheart." Dean's statement may have gone unheard by you but that was alright. Because it was meant more for him. It was a promise to himself that he'd see that smile again. That he'd be the reason you smiled again.