#charlie writes drabbles

[bruisedboys]

thinking about how luke castellan calls you “lovergirl” and kisses your neck and tucks your hair behind your ears and rubs your back when you’re upset and plants a kiss on the top of your head when you hug him. and also how he melts into a puddle when you kiss his scar and practically moans when you play with his hair, and how he buys you a necklace with his initials, and tells you you’re not allowed to ever take it off — and he’s mostly joking, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t, he is a little possessive like that . . .

[lqveharrington]

Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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[sunsburns]

[ nsfw 17+ ]

i’ve been thinking about frat boy!luke who tries to throw the biggest party the world has ever seen at least once a month. he's one of those guys who is actually convinced he can throw a party exactly like project x. but maybe even better (his words i swearr).

he’d even be corny enough to print out a bunch of invites and just throw them around the school so whoever’s interested can just show up.

and that's where you met him, at his biggest party yet. the party was already at full swing when you got there; music blaring through the speakers, colourful lights glowing from the open windows. students and crashers alike jumping to the music and holding red cups in their hands.

and then you catch his eye. he’s standing near the backyard, just walking back into the house to get more drinks when he spots you.

and yeah, you’ve had a class or two with him before, he might have asked you for a pencil once. you doubt he remembers you though.

but then one look turned into three, and the lingering stares from across the room, and knowing smiles, and nudges from friends continue.

you eventually bump into him on the dance floor, both tipsy. a drunk smile crosses your face as you wordlessly start to dance together.

what starts off innocent quickly turns into something more, your hands brush his arms, his hands find themselves comfortable on your sides, and they start to crawl to your waist, then your hips, and if you were a little braver, you might’ve grabbed his collar and kissed him then.

but instead, luke took your hand in his, and he leaned closer, close enough for him to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere a little more private. somewhere quieter, he said, so you could talk.

and you would’ve loved to talk to him, to get to know who the real luke castellan was, his interests, what he studies, where he’s from. but all those questions start to blur the moment you find yourself climbing up the stairs, turning corners and giggling behind him when he walks in on a couple fucking in the bathroom.

you barely remember what you want to ask him when he pushes you against a wall at the end of the hallway, music a little muffled, breaths a lot louder. and now you’re gasping into his mouth, your teeth crashing against his because there’s no coordination in your movements. one hand at the back of your neck to hold you while his tongue slips into your mouth.

and you’re both touching each other, hands wandering over clothes, fingers twitching to touch the warmth of skin, squeezing whatever there was to squeeze frantically.

your head spinning as his other hand pulls your leg up, up and up until you can wrap it around his hips, and he presses his crotch against yours. he tastes like cheap liquor and bad mistakes, and you try to ignore the way your stomach twists whenever he says your name (or at least something that sounds like it, maybe off by a syllable or two).

you bite his lower lip, tugging on it with your teeth and you let go to stare at him for just a second. he's a lot prettier up close. his big pouty lips, the scruff hair on his face. the way he smirks at you before pulling his cap off and placing it over your hair. “fit’s like a charm.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up.”

his hands find themselves under your shirt, cupping your boob and squeezing them gently as he sucks a bruise to your neck. you decide to take a leap and reach for his crotch, glancing down the hallway to make sure you’re away from peering eyes before you unbuckle his belt and grope him over his boxers.

it's all wreckless, and messy, where he tries to undo the buttons of your shorts but his fingers are trembling from you touching him. and while you’re not actually sure of what you’re doing, you love the noises luke is making, so you keep going.

he’s huffing into your neck, your ear, then back into your mouth, little whines that urge you to move faster, his black cap nearly slipping off your head.

“fuck- wait wait,” he sputters, pulling away from you.

you need to suck in a deep breath to clear your head. “what-?”

“you're in my calc class, right?”

“seriously?”

[spoiledbratspostsblog]

Touchy Bsf!Luke x Ditzy!reader

A/N: This is short (not a full fic!) and just something on my mind very late at night! All credits of GIF to the owner! My first Language is not English and I apologize for any errors! Enjoy <3

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~Of course they're just friends! When someone asks her if they're dating she gets all confused. Can’t they tell that they're just friends?

~ I mean just cause he sometimes sleeps over-oh and don't forget how he's always touching and holding her, but that's just how they show their love! She gets real defensive. 

“Guys we’ve been friends for forever, that's just how we work!” 

~Oh and when she asks Luke if that’s really how all friendships work he just responds

 “ Of course baby I just show you a little more love s’all”.

~ But if anyone else asks him about it she’s off limits. 

~Sometimes you do wonder what it would be like if you two were together. But you’re too scared to ruin the friendship! That’s why you just let him hold you-as friends of course! 

~He has no boundaries when it comes to you. Always holding you whether it be your waist,thigh, around you, he’s always touching you no matter what. 

~One time you saw him laughing with another girl as his arm was around her shoulders and you broke.

~But you obviously couldn't say anything cause that's your best friend right?

~Later that night he asks if youre okay to which you just nod. This makes him mad and confused.

~”Alright just drop the fucking act n’tell me whats wrong?” he said aware of your attitude

~ you just shrug and ask “How's your girlfriend?” without making eye contact with him 

~”what you jealous or something? Come on you know you’re my best girl” he said with a smirk 

~It’s moments like that in which you think you guys have something more going on. I mean after that he watched you get shit faced and walked you to your cabin. He also took off your makeup for you and made sure you threw up before falling asleep

~He just cares like any other friend does!

~ But after that night he never talked to that girl again, weird huh?

[fortheb0ys]

I want Master Chief to take off his helmet. See his pretty face, sweat covered and glistening. A proud look on it from a mission well done.

I want to see that same face, just a different look on it. A look of desperation replacing it. Needy lust taken over him.

He's on his knees in full gear. His erection pressing painfully in his suit. His tongue hanging past his chapped lips. Eyes trained on your cock. A begging glimpse behind them.

He wants what's his. He wants his reward. He wants you in his mouth. Hands palm at the bulge in your pants, feeling blood fill your member quickly.

Your thumbs caressing is stubbled chin as you cradle his face. Eyes connecting, so does your understanding. You know what he needs and he will get it.

A small kiss is placed on his forehead.

"Well done, sweetheart." You whisper into the flushed skin behind his ear.

He closes his eyes in anticipation as eye contact is finally severed. The sound of your zipper, a clear sign of what's to come.

[velvetcloxds]

Sitting on charlie swan's lap trying to get his attention/distracting him or just talking about yor day.

PATIENCE | C.S.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: age gap, talk about getting married, quickly proofread, hoping tumblr doesn't screw up my ending again

"I want to marry you," you hummed from Charlie's lap, fingers digging through his beard as you cupped his face lightly in your hands. If the man hadn't been caught by surprise by you settling right on his lap without a single word, that little statement certainly did it. He lost all interest in the game he'd been watching, abandoning his beer on the table next to him, hand instead moving to your back to support you.

"You do now?" his tone was curious giving away just how intrigued you had him with such a simple sentence, bringing it up just as easily as you'd remind him to stop for milk before coming home from the station.

"I do," you nodded and sighed, in thought as if you were picturing it, tuning out the details, and then you smiled, holding onto him a little tighter and he didn't mind, simply adoring the sight of you dreaming wide awake. "Nothing fancy, just us two and Bella, maybe Edward, definitely Billy and Jacob," you were moving, shifting so you were almost straddling him, truly the only comfortable one but he was willing to wait it out. "We can go down to city hall and I can wear a pretty white dress with big poofy sleeves and we can go to the diner afterward to have pie instead of cake, we could have our first dance as husband and wife right in this living room."

"You don't think you deserve more than that?" his hand was brushing up and down your back, soothing you, telling you that you had all of his attention, telling you to keep going.

"More than you?" you shook your head, unimpressed by the foolishness of the question, how could he think a future with him wasn't more than you'd ever deserved to begin with, let alone that you'd need more. "Got any ideas for our song?" you quipped and he shrugged, fighting a smile when you moved your hands to his head, threading through his hair as you gave your own question some thought.

"Something from the sixties," he beat you to it and the smile that dipped into your lips proved that he was on the right track. "Though I don't think it matters, I'll step on your toes no matter what," you giggled, he was very right but you didn't think you'd mind if he did.

"We'd be barefoot," you informed him, happy to edit your little dream to make it perfect. "So it wouldn't hurt as much," you added and he smiled, he didn't dare hide it, happy to see you happy, knowing that after the week you'd had, seeing you like this meant the stress was fading.

"Sweetheart," he almost purred and the softness of his voice made you shiver, leaning into him, elbows on his shoulders as you nodded to make him continue. "Is this a proposal?" he pressed and you bit your lip, considering it, and that was where your perfect plan reached a plot hole, you never decided on that part.

"Maybe," you shrugged and then shook your head. "No, it's not," you decided and you weren't all that happy to hear a car pull up in the driveway, Bella coming home from a night out with Edward. "Don't think we're ready yet, but I know we'll be ready one day," you explained and it was ridiculous, the way you wanted to melt into his arms even more, feeling silly for how sure you sounded of yourself but it made him fall in love with you even more, as simple as it was, as silly as it was, as clear as you could see your little wedding day, the future he saw with you was just as clear, now more than ever.

"And what if I'm ready now?" you bit your lip, wishing there was a way to make time stop for just a few more minutes so you could appreciate this moment with him as you tried to figure out what exactly you'd done to get so very lucky.

"Then you'll just have to be patient, Chief Swan," the kiss you gave him wasn't at all long enough for his liking and he wasn't at all impressed when the front door swung open and robbed him of you, your hand lingering in his hair for barely a second before you were skipping to the kitchen. "Hi, Bells," you sang as the teenager came into the house, met by the sight of you holding a plate full of brownies you'd baked earlier, something sweet that you needed after a long week and you were sure she needed them too. "You hungry?" you were already pulling out a little plate from the cupboard so there wasn't really a choice in the matter as she nodded.

Bella squeezed her father's shoulder as she passed him on her way to you, earning a mumbled greeting as he tried to focus on the game he was so entirely captivated by just a few minutes before but it was harder than he thought it would be. You jumped onto the counter listening to every word of Bella explaining her date in a whisper while nibbling at the chocolate treat but you were more than ready to lock eyes with Charlie as he turned around to meet your gaze.

"Marry me," he mouthed with a lovesick look, one you'd only gotten the chance to see on very rare occasions and you had to bite back a giggle as you shook your head with a slight shrug and a daring smile.

"Soon," you mouthed in reply and when he turned back to the television with a soft sigh his attention was further from football than ever before because if this was what his future would look like then he wasn't sure just how patient he could be.

[kisses4kaia]

OVERSTIMULATING CHARLIE OMG- Like making him cry, maybe tie his hands up

jesus christ this took me so long to get to, I'm so sorry and your patience is so appreciated. also highly inspired by lexi's charlie drabble here @arachine

filthy charlie drabble😜- c, walker ,,

god, charlie looked so pretty, you almost felt bad for what you were doing to him.

"p-please, please, momma. i can't take it," tears streamed down the boy's face as he tugged on the restraints on his wrists. "come on, baby. you can give me one more, can't you?" you lazily dragged your fist up and down his crying shaft.

you could tell he was hesitant about his ability to fulfill your request so you spoke again. "you wanna be my good boy, don't you?" the second the words escaped your lips he was bucking his hips into your hand and nodding vigorously.

"yeah, yeah, mhm. i'm your good boy, promise," he whined as he tried his hardest to cum again, for you.

you smiled at this. just a few more pumps of the ring of your fingers around him and he was yelling out in pain and pleasure as he came for the what, 5th time?

he smiled as he came down from his high, thinking it was over. "was that good for you?"

you smiled. "it was good, but you know what would make it great?" you asked him, raising your eyebrows and plastering a smile onto your face.

"hm?" he hummed, now curious.

"if you could give me just one more."

[purposefully-lost]

He only thought of Buster after he'd started the engine. Charlie's hand had already fallen away from the ignition, and a deep, heavy sort of guilt settled on top of his chest. That poor dog had always deserved a better home than the one he gave him. He'd been too distant for too often, and he'd always sort of known that he should've found him somewhere else to go. Left alone like he would be for a few days now, he'd probably try to chew through the doors. Hell, there was a chance he'd succeed, as stubborn as he was.

Leaning back against the driver's seat, Charlie frowned to himself, then lifted a hand to scrub a stray tear away from his cheek. It wasn't as if he'd exactly planned on this. There wasn't anyone who'd think to go checking on his dog until someone found him, or until his mother happened to stop by the house again. He hadn't left anyone any notes to tell them that he was planning on disappearing. It'd been sort of an accident, really. He'd closed up early, after he'd spent two hours staring at the engine of a toyota and failing to make sense of something that was usually so familiar. Then he'd gotten into the driver's seat to drive the damn thing out into the parking lot only to remember he'd already closed the garage doors and shut off all the lights. And then he'd wondered if this wasn't what he'd wanted, anyway.

His mother would probably just take Buster to the shelter. Which wasn't horrible, but he deserved better prospects than that. Vi would give him a good chance. It was just that Vi never wanted to hear from him again and Charlie would respect that.

He tilted his head against the headrest and took in a soft breath, tasting nothing and wondering idly how long this would take. He knew it wasn't instant, but he knew it wasn't too slow, either. Not when done this way.

Buster was gonna be waiting on him. Chewing down on his lip, Charlie suppressed a shaky sound and reached out to find his phone where he'd dropped it on the passenger seat. He couldn't talk directly to Vi, but he could find someone close enough. He just had to hope he'd be receptive, after he'd gotten Vi hurt and left him behind those weeks ago.

[To: Nick] hey, you dont owe me any favors but I kind of need one

[To: Nick] would you mind checking in on the dog for me? spare key is under the rug. Id appreciate it

[To: Nick] thanks in advance

The phone was turned off and set to the side. There was every chance Nick wouldn't go, but he sort of hoped he would. Better for him to find Buster than his mom.

Charlie rested back against the seat and let his eyes fall shut. He'd thought of writing to Vi, but that would just break his heart, and he couldn't do that to him. The best he could do, he thought, was go quietly. And maybe it'd just feel like falling asleep.

@unwillingprince

[crumbleclub]

drabble.

Outside of Fredbear's Family Diner, there are a set of handprints in the sidewalk. The Afton and Emily children had lined up, biggest to smallest, and pressed their palms into cold, wet concrete. They were excited to leave their mark on this place.

Maybe they'd all come back one day to see how much they had grown; how tiny the handprints in the sidewalk seemed to them now. They couldn't wait to find out who they would become.

Every child who'd left their handprint in the sidewalk was gone, now. None of them had made it to twenty years old.

[bruisedboys]

luke castellan x fem!reader

I think we need to talk about possessive!luke castellan and his shy!gf …

luke who likes to mark you up with love bites!! he desperately needs everyone to know you’re his, and he can’t give you his last name (yet. he plans to as soon as you’re both ready) so he makes do with love marks instead … he’ll have you pressed against the mattress, his thumb pushing gently into the hollow of your throat to hold you still. you’re breathless underneath him as his mouth works away at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. and the lovely sounds you make when he does it just egg him on further! not to mention how pretty your neck looks when he’s finished.

luke who buys you a necklace with his initials and tells you you’re not allowed to ever take it off … he’s half joking and half super serious but you smile softly and tell him you wouldn’t want to take it off, anyway. and luke hopes the time never comes when you do want to, because he really likes how his initials look dangling over your sternum. it makes him dizzy every time he catches a glimpse.

luke who loves when you cling to him!! especially in public or at big group events, you’ll often cling to his arm or his waist in your shyness. and he loves it, something about being your protector stirs a feeling in his chest that he can’t explain. of course, he’d let you do your own thing if you wanted, but you don’t want to. you seem to want to be latched onto him as much as he wants to be latched onto you. he’ll always have a strong arm around your shoulders or waist, or have his bicep hooked between your soft hands. even when he’s talking to his friends he’s got you glued to his side.

luke who’s super handsy and touchy because he’s just so so obsessed with you! in public he tones it down (for your sake, of course. if it was up to him you’d be in his lap 24/7), but when you’re alone he’s so grabby and needy, tugging you by your belt loops to give you a kiss, hauling you into his chest by the hips to wrap you in a hug, pinning you against the wall to tease you (and then make up for it by slathering you in kisses).

luke who’s just so sickeningly obsessed with his shy girl, and he has to make sure that everyone, especially you, knows you’re his forever <3

[lqveharrington]

Nothing Left to Lose | L.M.

summary: You and Lucifer have an argument about the exterminations that happen in Hell, and it just so happens your daughter heard you through the crack of the doorway.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Wife!reader

includes: ANGST, couples arguing, charlie basically being the family’s mediator and glue, some fluff, (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: i’m on a hazbin streak omg 💁‍♀️

“Lucifer, stop!”

You were in a fight for what seemed like the nth time in a month. It had been exactly 3,500 years since you and Lucifer were cast out of Heaven to rule over the hellborne and sinners. This kept your patience thin the entire month. Especially with Lucifer pushing and pushing for a better way to have sinners saved from exterminations and sending them to Heaven completely broke you.

“Just stop.” You lean against the railing of your balcony, hands gripping on the metal. “Heaven won’t listen to us—“

“They will if we just ask for a meeting.” He ran his fingers through his ruffled hair, growing frustrated at your unwavering discouragement. “We’ve done this before. They listened and—“

“LOOK WHERE THAT GOT US!” You throw your hand up in frustration, eyes flashing crimson for one second. “They cast us away for caring for the human souls on Earth! What are they going to do to us when we send sinners up to Heaven?”

“I don’t know!” Lucifer let his horns poke out, tail whipping violently. “I don’t know, but if we don’t try—“

“Mom?” A quiet voice came through the yelling match you and Lucifer started, making you both turn to the door. “Are you okay?”

You rub your temple before stepping away from the balcony, not sparing a glance at your beloved. “I’m fine, baby. Your dad and I are just talking.” You take her in your arms, running your fingers through her blonde locks.

She looked back at her father, watching him sigh before his horns and tail disappeared. “Is Dad okay?”

“I’m fine, apple pie.” He kissed her forehead, making her giggle at the feeling. “Can you let us have a few more minutes? We’ll come find you when we’re done.”

“Okay.” Charlie gave you both curious looks, not realizing the tense situation she walked in on.

You press a kiss to her temple, “Wait in your room, baby.”

Charlie silently left as you stood from your previous position. You moved back to the balcony, messing with the wedding ring on your finger as the wind blew roughly on your skin.

“My love, we have nothing left to lose if we take this risk and ask for our people to be redeemed instead of letting them die again.” Lucifer took your hands in his, speaking softly this time.

Your crimson and gold eyes meet his, “We risk Charlie, Lucifer. What if they take her away from us?” You shut your eyes, hiding the red sky from your sight. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go up there and face the Heavens when my daughter is hellborne. What if the exterminations keep happening even if they accept your proposal? They might target us—“

“I signed the papers, they know they can’t touch the hellborne or our family.” He squeezed your hands. “Just—“ Lucifer let his head fall on your shoulder. “Let me try. If it doesn’t work, we’ll come up with another solution.”

“Luce…” You murmur, blinking back the tears from the fear of losing your family. “I can’t lose you or Charlie.”

“And you won’t!” He cupped your face, frowning at your words. “You will never lose us. I promise, beautiful…” He rubbed your cheek, “I know you hate the Heavens for casting us here. I know you hate being here. But these souls are our people. We have a duty to protect them.”

“Lucifer…” You sigh and hold his hands in yours. “You need to listen to my reasoning. What if the Heavens refuse to do this and make the exterminations worse than they already are? We can’t know what they might do to our people! To our daughter!”

Lucifer removes his hands from you, “Can you just listen to me?” He walks toward the other end of the balcony, leaning against the railing. “This is a situation where we never know what’s going to happen. It might be good, it might make things worse. But we can’t know unless we try.”

You watch him run his fingers through his disheveled hair, knitting your brows at his actions. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He nods slowly, looking up at you. “I can do it?”

You nod, wringing your hands together. “I trust you… If you say we’ll be okay then… You can go through with your plans.”

“Thank you, my love.” He took long strides over to you and scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses over your face. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” You smile and thread your fingers in his hair, “Let’s go find Charlie, darling.”

“Our caring little girl.” He nudged your cheek with his nose. “Who might be as strong-willed as her mother.”

“Hush.” You press a soft kiss to his lips.

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[miscellaneoussmp]

I'm normal about Team Bolas Rojas and family dynamics, I promise! Anyway, here's a look into Team Bolas Rojas family dinner (cw/tw: implied/mentioned violence/blood/death, religion mentions throughout):

Time has run out for today, yet those in red remained wide awake. Nothing else had to be done. It was time for dinner in the hyenas den. Gas masks discarded for the meal; and later sleep. All seven members of the team (pack bond, clan of hyenas) sit on the cave floor. They sit around a bountiful meal of pork chops, toast, glow berries, potatoes, and carrots. In another world, this would be an amazing meal, yet this is the seventh circle (purgatory, really). Their meal sits on leftover wood in order to keep the food somewhat clean.

A hand darted out for the food. It doesn't matter whose it was really, as it darted back quickly after a soft yet scolding hiss from Philza. He sat at the head of their on the floor dining table. He presses his hands together for prayer. Cellbit looks through his dirty hair, and he laughs. "Come on, guys. Listen to dad." He cups his hands together. The rest of the team (pack bond, hyena clan) bursts into manic laughter. When Charlie's hand presses together, there's an electric hum. Baghera, Jaiden, and Foolish all follow suit. Even Carre holds his hands together for whatever prayer will follow. He may be their quietest member with a tendency to disappear early, but even he isn't exempt from the hysteria. He's their good luck charm, paraphrased from Charlie Slimecicle. Carre's hands are stained with blood, too. He was the one to chant for a lone wolf's death as Cellbit and Jaiden ran him down in the desert. The glint in Carre's eyes matched the rest of the team's (pack bond's, hyena clan's) eyes.

The prayer started as a well put together chant led by Philza. It quickly devolved, as the tendency of the pack bond, the hyena clan (the team). It was pure nonsense and more manic laughter. "Amen!" Seven voices chorused in semi-unison. An impressive feat. Food was grabbed from the center almost immediately after. Family dinner, what an amazing way to end another day in the seventh circle of hell (purgatory).

[artxstic-scr1bbles]

AU RAMBLE!

After MONTHS OF NON-CREATIVENESS, I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER AU.

//Please note that I unfortunately have not yet watched Hazbin Hotel as a series and am working with the information I had beforehand, so the lore given may not be accurate and may be edited after//

Ramblings as I lose my braincells:-

So, AU idea.

Lucifer darling has amnesia. That is, forgetting things temporarily or entirely.

Plus, he’s delusional. He hallucinates about things. My guy is so hurt by the past that he mentally shut down to protect himself. And his daughter, Charlie.

All his memories are just pieces of a puzzle that don’t come together. He’s seen it before, HE’S BEEN THERE BEFORE. Then why can’t he remember…? He can’t remember where it happened, why it happened.

With such little information, you can imagine what would happen.

Let’s brainstorm some things up.

SO, Lucifer was one of Heaven’s most beloved angels. He has several other brothers and sisters in Heaven. He fell because he taught humans to ‘sin’. He gave them the apple of knowledge, of free will. He fell because he loved a human; Lilith. Lucifer fell from Heaven because he gave the apple to Eve. That is, Roo; Root of All Evil. He gave the apple to Adam first. He refused so he turned to Eve.  He's eventually left with the guilt of having failed humanity.

Lucifer lost everything. His daughter, his love, his heaven [pun intended].

So, what does he do?

He pushes his family away. While he’s left to his deteriorating mental wellbeing. BY HIMSELF. 

So let’s see what can happen if we just make this situation a little…worse.

Rough storyline below cut!

Charlie calls. He does not pick up. She leaves a voicemail for him explaining that she needs help with heaven. One or two days later, he reluctantly goes to her hotel. Everything plays out, well and good. But he does not agree with her idea. He says that “Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me, and they won’t listen to you.” Therefore, further solidifying his grudge against heaven and its ways.  Time skip to Extermination Day. Adam attacks the hotel. Everyone is in grave danger. Skip to Charlie’s point of view. Mentally and emotionally drained, she misses him by a split second and Adam gets the chance to make her lose her breath. Vaggie dies in the rubble, shortly after witnessing Charlie's death with teary vision. Angel, Husk, Niffty, all the demons are held hostage for the exterminator’s sadistic enjoyment. Angels win. Lucifer stays in his office by himself. The extermination was being broadcasted live on TV. Through that, Lucifer gets a head-on view of his dead daughter with the last remnants of her life staining her face in the form of tears.  He loses himself at that sight. He goes down to the battle field and finishes off each of the exterminators he could see. Adam and only a lucky few manage to escape. Unknowingly enough, he (nearly) kills Husk when he’s in his rage.  Angel and Niffty rush inside the hotel with a bleeding Husk in their hands. Trembling, cowering in fear under the reception Desk while Lucifer is outside. Once he calms down enough to feel the weight of the situation, he turns to his beloved daughter, one who he loved dearly and sacrificed everything for, now lying on the ground among the rubble with a tearful expression on her features. He gently picks her up and sobs. Sobs and sobs, wailing and crying as he blamed himself for her unforeseen fate. Angel tries to approach him but is met with a cold order to ‘stay away’. With a gentle stroke over Charlie’s hair, her body disappears, now nowhere to be seen. “Stay away sinner.” Another sentence, another threat. Angel stumbles back, staring at the fallen angel with fear and dread. For the once cheerful and jolly one had turned to an emotionless puppeteer.  He’s going to make Heaven pay for everything now. And he won’t hold onto morality anymore.

So, in conclusion, Angel, Niffty, Cherri, Alastor and Husker are left to take the story further along with Lucifer. Plus Heaven and its angels ofc.

Feedback appreciated!

@hahskeleton @chongkychonk @bapple117

EDIT: This AU is now officially called 'Plight of the Fallen Angel'

[castlecult]

hi, i have a matt request with him and how you think he'd deal with someone hitting on his gf? feel like this man can be so petty fr

an : hello anon n tysm for sending something in <3 hope you’ll like it ( not one of my best work imo so i’m sorry ugh ), have a good day / night !!

warnings : fem!reader, kinda jealous!matt that’s all hehe

i think that matt is on the jealous & protective kind but not in that toxic way, so imo he wouldn’t make a scene or something, definitely wouldn’t punch the guy in question.. BUT he would take every chance to kinda mark the territory

imagine something like going out to a bar or something similar and you decide to be kind, useful and go order for everyone ( it works even if it’s just the two of you ) and you find yourself waiting alone. matt’s senses focused on you ofc, making sure you’re okay, replying every now and then to whatever foggy and karen are talking about.

there he is. the usual guy trying to hit on a cute girl, apparently all by herself. “hey, beautiful.”

“hey,” matt’s attention is only on you now. he knows you can handle yourself, but being ready anyway won’t hurt. “you’re having fun, all alone?” matt grimaces. “yeah, i am. thank you,” you try your best to clarify that you’re not interested. “you sure?” he insists.

“oh, i’m sorry!” matt’s voice fills your ears and you turn, noticing he kicked the guy’s legs with his stick. you try not to laugh. “are you okay?” you ask, watching matt get closer to you, positioning himself between you and the stranger.

“oh, c’mon,” matt hears the guy whisper, annoyed, and he smirks. “yes, my love,” he says and put his arm around your hips, caressing you. his actions get his whole attention and he stays there for a moment, staring at you and matt.

“you were taking so long, we got worried,” matt lies, smiling against your cheek. “i’m sorry, matty,” you turn to kiss his nose. once you’re finally alone, a chuckle escapes matt’s lips. “you’re a terrible person,” you joke and thank the barman while he pushes the drinks you’ve ordered.

“i noticed he was still trying to get your attention, i know you and you weren’t going to be rude, so i came to the rescue,” he helps you take the drinks back to the table and you smile, thanking him. “enough,” you shush and sit down with matt.

or or or … sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, he would usually flirt until the other person gets a hint and leave you alone; fake being a stranger and hit on you, showing that he’s way better than the others – well, he is the devil of hell’s kitchen after all.

[angstyaches]

little drabble idea: shayne having just eaten and reflecting on the feeling of a full stomach—thinking maybe it's okay and maybe he can start being comfortable with that feeling

Anon, I have not been flustered like this in a while, good job lol

100x10

CW: disordered eating (implied), fullness

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The pressure in his stomach was like dull, fuzzy background noise. He wasn’t queasy, nothing hurt, nothing felt unpleasant. He hadn’t eaten a crazy amount, but he hadn’t stopped while still feeling slightly hungry, either.  

Shayne stretched his arms over his head on the sofa. His belly gurgled a little as it churned his dinner. His emotions defaulted to disgust and shame, but he pushed those down. He wanted to enjoy how it felt to not be at war with his own body for once. 

He turned his head, heart fluttering at Charlie’s inquisitive expression. 

“I’m full,” he said quietly. 

[velvetcloxds]

looking for somebody- send me a gif of a character and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

LIPGLOSS | C.S.

word count: 0.9k

warnings: age gap, as always, reader who wears makeup?

summary: you always forget your stuff in charlie's car, but he doesn't mind all that much since it's a good excuse to get some extra kisses before you go

You made it halfway to the door when you realized your lips were uncharacteristically dry, the pause in your steps making Charlie frown from across the parking lot where he was watching and waiting for you to go inside. He wasn't all that fond of his current spot in the first place, he was too far from the door and he didn't like it at all, having to shift around slightly from where he leaned back against the car to see you and he raised a brow when you turned around and started marching right back towards him.

"What's wrong?" he was straight to the point when you were close enough to hear him, adjusting the tote back on your shoulder, regretting that extra book you forced in there now that your quick walk into work would be repeated more than once, Charlie noticed, not even thinking before taking it from you, looking into it with hidden judgment as he saw how much you had in there.

"Nothing's wrong," you smiled, scrunching your nose at his raised brow, gently forcing him to scoot up and away from the door so that you could open it, missing the little loving look of exasperation as he looked around the parking lot and then stole a glance at his watch, he didn't want you to be late. "Forgot my lipgloss," you explained from inside the car, knee digging into his seat as he tried and failed not to steal a glance at the sight in front of him, you looking into the little mirror to apply the sticky goo.

He was always intrigued by that little gesture, amused by the focused look on your face, the little pout to make the job easier, or even the little head movements to move closer and further from the mirror- it was the cutest thing in the world, he'd decided, though that changed daily with you.

"Take it with you," Charlie suggested, hand coming up to cover the frame of the door where you'd move your head through to make sure you didn't bump in. "I'm sure you can find room in here somewhere," you breathed a scoff at that, taking your bag from his hand and throwing the lipgloss right back into the little cup holder by the gearshift.

"I'll lose it if I take it with me," you explained to him and his hand found your waist before he could think about it, lips tilting just slightly, it was considered a smile by his standards. "At least here I'll know it's safe, got a whole policeman to protect it," he hummed, it was a lovely sound, one of your favourites, it forced you to steal a quick kiss from him, thumb instantly coming up to wipe away your gloss from his lips.

"I'm going to bring you lunch," you wanted to object, reminding him that you did in fact pack something to eat later, but then again, you knew it didn't count as lunch for him. "I'll stop by the diner, get you some pie, know you've been craving some," it was a sickeningly sweet offer, you'd mentioned you craving something sweet last night, he was getting ready for bed and you were sure he wasn't listening but then again, Charlie always pays attention when it's you.

"Will you get yourself a piece too? Stay here and eat with me?" he was considering it, didn't know if he'd have time with everything going on in town as of late, but he knew he couldn't say no to you, you knew too.

"I will," he was the one to steal a kiss, right on your forehead, gently guiding you away from the car, telling you it was time to go, and even if you didn't want to, you knew you should. "Have a good day, sweetheart."

"You too, bear, I'll see you later," you were walking backward, he absolutely hated it, instinctively moving forward with every step you took back, wanting to be able to catch you just in case. "Don't lose my lipgloss."

"Wouldn't dream of it."