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[charlieaboveandbeyond]

Dashi & Peso dynamic/friendship headcanons!

@urautismdiagnosis voila :)

SHOW-RELATED HEADCANONS!

Honestly, I think Dashi might have been one of the first people Peso befriended on the ship. Not only are they "podmates", but she's outgoing and extroverted in a way I don't think Peso would find overwhelming? Like, of course she'll try to befriend him, but she won't do it in a way that he finds scary or pressuring.

I think their personalities balance each other out quite well. Peso is a little shy bundle of anxiety (/affectionate) whilst Dashi is (for the most part) very calm and collected. They both deeply care about the people around them. They work well together on missions, and a few of the episodes in A&B really demonstrate that (FLYING FOXES MY BELOVED) (thank you A&B for giving us the opportunity to see less-well-known character dynamics on-screen). I honestly don't think there would be much that causes conflict between them.

Also they absolutely bond over having younger siblings/the trials and trivia of being the eldest sibling.

(I do think Peso got a tiny bit of anxiety when he found out Dashi was going to be piloting the OctoRay. I mean, we all saw how much she enjoyed flying through those waterspouts in Wild Windstorms, and I don't think she'd hesitate to do it again.)

ALSO also, they're both mentored in some way by Captain Barnacles, and I think that's another thing they'd bond over :)

PERSONAL HEADCANONS!

I personally headcanon Dashi to be at least half-Hawaiian and have deep connections with Hawaiian culture through her family. Peso is somewhat canonically Hispanic (UK dub why did you deprive us of Spanish Peso :[ ). I lowkey think they'd LOVE rambling to each other about their cultures and showing each other various aspects of it - music, food, traditions, folklore. They also take time off at some point to go visit each other's homes and families :)

PESO GOT DASHI INTO PLAYING MUSIC AND INTRODUCED HER TO THE HARMONICA AND THAT'S WHY WE SEE HER PLAYING THE HARMONICA IN A&B S2E24 BECAUSE SHE LEARNT HOW TO PLAY IT SO THEY COULD DUET TOGETHER.

Dashi got Peso into mystery books. Peso is now a huge Donna Doxi fan. Nobody saw it coming.

Dashi is prone to staying up late because she gets too involved in coding projects and the like and loses track of time (ADHD hyperfocus ftw). Peso, being a dutiful friend and resident medic, is always on hand to drag her (politely, of course) to bed.

They have quite different tastes in music in general and they put together a blended playlist of their favourite artists and genres. Dashi persuaded Tweak to wire up connected speakers in their pod so they could listen to the playlist at the same time.

Koshi & Pinto become really good friends, but they're both bundles of chaos and Dashi & Peso often join them on missions to make sure they don't accidentally start world domination or something.

I also think they would confide in each other a lot. I honestly think they share some of the same anxieties about not feeling good enough - it's not shown on-screen, but I think when Dashi takes on the role as OctoRay pilot and the huge responsibilities that come with it, she definitely has some qualms, and Peso is there as a listening ear and a comforting friend :)

SO YA! That's it for now! Let me know if you want me to expand on any of these because I would totally be up for rambling more about them hehe

~ Charlie :)

[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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[sunflowersandsapphires]

Comfort Headcanons for Frank, Matt, and Mikey

A/n: so I am ridiculously overwhelmed by personal and political stuff right now. And I told myself I was going to write every day this week if possible, but my brain was being difficult today. So instead of working on a longer fic I wrote some self-indulgent headcanons about Frank, Matt, and Mikey caring for an overwhelmed partner. I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to send me other headcanon requests!

How would they’d react to you being overwhelmed

Frank

Frank would pick up on this IMMEDIATELY

the second your self care habits change, he’s onto you. You stay up later than normal two nights in a row, or run out the door with a granola bar instead of eating a real breakfast, and he is concerned™️

He’s willing to entertain it for three days max. He knows life gets tough sometimes, and he doesn’t want to encroach on your process—but we all know that once this man is worried, he’s minutes away from taking control. He has issues but we love him for it.

On the 4th day, when you’re waking up exhausted after far too little sleep and rejecting his offer to take you out for breakfast, he puts his foot down.

“Gonna order in for dinner tonight, ok? We can watch that movie you wanted to see and turn in early.”

You hastily agree, bolting out the door before you end up late to your job.

When you finally arrive home, he’s all over you in an instant. Murmuring his hellos while helping you out of your coat and shoes, ushering you over the couch.

He’s insisting that you sit in his lap while the two of you pick out dinner, offering suggestions for restaurants instead of leaving the choice open-ended. Given how tired and generally stressed you seem, he wants to take as much weight off your shoulders as possible.

Once dinner has been ordered, he tucks you close to his chest, practically burying you in a jumble of muscular limbs, humming appreciatively when you nuzzle further into his space. His hand is cupped around your nape, thumb gently brushing over your spine as you hunch toward him.

“Ready to talk about what’s botherin’ ya, doll?” The question leaves room to decline, but his stern tone suggests you choose to answer.

He listens carefully as you tell him what’s on your mind, brushing silent kisses against your forehead whenever your breath wavers around a stifled sob. His hands never move from your skin, cradling you to him like he’s trying to absorb your pain.

He wouldn’t let you lift a finger the rest of the night. Retrieving the take out, dishing it up for you, drawing you a bath, tucking you into bed

When you’re beginning to drift off atop his giant shoulder, he’d rest his forehead against yours.

“I know it’s tough right now. But we’ll get through. I promise.”

“Please don’t leave, Frank.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll.”

Matt

Matt isn’t as observant of your habits and routines, but he can sure as hell pick up changes in body language.

Gritting teeth, blinking back tears, frustrated sighs—he notices all of it. He might not act on it immediately, brushing it off when you explain that you just had a bad day, but when your fatigue and growing apathy persist…

I think you hiding something from him would spook him for sure, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be determined to get answers out of you. He’d set his personal anxieties aside and prepare for a serious talk.

He’d leave the office somewhat early, asking you to meet him at his apartment. He’d offer you a beer, or whatever you were in the mood for (if his lacking fridge and pantry allowed for it), and he’d ask you the big question.

“You aren’t yourself lately. What’s going on?”

He’s not happy when you start crying, but he’s definitely relieved when you collapse into his arms and explain your recent mood. Even more so when you confess it had nothing to do with him.

As always, he harbors immense guilt for not being there, not being endlessly supportive, not being able to solve the issues gnawing at you with his own two fists.

But what he doesn’t realize is that he’s helping just by being there. By being present and absentmindedly squeezing you with his tree-trunk arms. By acknowledging your struggles and offering what he could.

He’d cut his patrols short for a few days, nearly begging you to sleep at his loft instead of in your own bed, so he could keep a metaphorical eye on you. He sleeps better with you by his side anyway.

Mikey

You’re Michael’s whole world, so he’d know you were overwhelmed before you realized it yourself.

As soon as he spotted the stress lines on your face, he’d be on his feet, trying his best to lighten the burden.

He’d walk you to and from work, as always, maybe even stopping by to keep you company on your lunch hour.

When he wasn’t with you, or ignoring his family, he’d be constantly cleaning the house and working through your joint to do list, taking task after task off your plate so you could properly decompress.

He wouldn’t pressure you to talk to him about it, but he’d give you the option.

“I’m here if ya want to talk, pet. Anytime ya need.”

And, of course, you’d take him up on it. Explaining that you could handle everything and you didn’t want him to overwhelm himself trying to help you because it was just a pile of small things that were wearing you down. But he’d have none of it.

“I wanna do this fer ya. Let me help, love.”

He’d bundle you in a knit blanket on the couch and set the tv to your favorite show, kissing the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

I hope you enjoyed! And I hope you’re all doing ok this week. It’s rough out there.

[aprettysillygoose]

No one asked for it, but…

SLIMECICLE HEADCANONS

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- literally the sweetest man ever ?? how could you hate this guy

- he is such an acts of service guy. you need something? he’s got it before you can even ask for it

- loves physical touch but is unsure when to initiate it. scared that you might not like it as much as he does…..

- very easily flustered. VERY. VERYYY EASILY.

- kiss on the cheek? he’s blushing like a madman. on the lips? he isn’t speaking coherently for atleast a couple minutes.

- has unironically said “aw shucks..” when you hugged and praised him after he helped you with something. you make fun of him for it till this day.

- an absolute SUCKER for pet names. he’s tucking his hair behind his ear and shi

- very joyous and whimsical at all times, loves it if you match his energy.

- you two are the dumbest. most BRAINDEAD individuals on earth when in the same room. i am not over exaggerating.

- “does water help with dehydration??” “what” - actual conversation i had with my friend once 💔

- this hoe can’t cool for shit.

- remind me of that one image

“making breakfast for my beautiful girlfriend!” “who the fuck is burning down my kitchen”

- when he’s being petty he says stuff like “oh. it’s you. I guess.” “🙁” “wait no”

- immediately regrets it

- loves getting gifts from you. if it’s jewelry he’s wearing it 24/7, 7/24 perchance….

- if you like wearing stupid ass shirts, he can’t hide the the chuckle it gets out of him when you walk out of your room wearing a unicorn t shirt with the words “alpha male” on it.

(saying this because i own that shirt i need to flex)

- matching shit is an absolute, but it can be a bit embarrassing. he doesn’t know why.

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Hi. ok hi idk if that was very in character but i did my best. Ok bai❤️

[deadghosy]

I loved the brat Enzo headcanons, is it possible you can do some for Mattheo or Theo!

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𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

A/N: here you go anon, hope you love it. <3

Brat!Mattheo who pretends he can’t hear you. He likes seeing you mad, extra bonus if you’re short. He’s pulling the “I can’t see you” card out of his ass

Brat!Mattheo who doesn’t wait on you after class. You could be begging, and he wouldn’t listen to a damn beg that falls out of your mouth.

Brat!Mattheo who hates seeing guys near you after he literally had girls all over him. (But that also might be toxic!mattheo)

Brat!Mattheo who loves disobeying you. He just wants you to pull on his hair and make him listen.

Brat!Mattheo who couldn’t be able to handle how long you ignore him during a petty battle. He may be petty asf when he wants to. But please listen to him.

Brat!Mattheo who would admit he loves being a brat towards you. And you only.

Brat!Mattheo who wouldn’t even let you touch him. He’s petty like that if you don’t let him touch you.

Brat!Mattheo who smiles when you correct his manner towards others and you. He was waiting to hear your voice correct him in such a tone.

Brat!Mattheo who frowns when you don’t correct his attitude. And now he’s even more bratty.

Brat!Mattheo who literally would take all your favorite and good smelling perfumes. Hey, if you said you weren’t paying attention to your brat. He’s taking things that give you attention.

[mire1li]

Reader as Alastor's Mother part 2

Part 1!, Part 3!

𓋼 You would absolutely decorate his microphone with a bunch of ribbons you found!

And he would absolutely allow it in fear of upsetting you, although he began to take them off later on when he had to leave, but seeing you get sad at his actions changed his mind… It did not help that the ribbons were glittery.

“Oh look, Sparkles got sparklier!” Angel had said when Alastor was passing by.

𓋼 He wants you to be happy but don't even try having feelings for anyone in hell, they'll most likely 'disappear under mysterious circumstances' and then you'll just so happen to hear their screams on Alastor's radio broadcast <3

Lucifer tries to flirt everytime he sees you outside (or once he comes back to see the hotel which… would be 'some' time later…) But it's not long before Alastor shows up bcs he has a shadow follow you everywhere

“My mother certainly would not want someone so… ancient…”

“are you trying to make me sound like a fossil?”

“Maybe~ I can’t say for sure though!”

"Y'know, I've stolen wives before… maybe it's time to steal a mother instead!"

"I'm going to fucking kill you"

𓋼 Lucifer would play silly games with you and bring you gifts by leaving them at the hotel’s doorstep, although you never received any (like he thought you did) because Alastor would always take them before you saw them. Or he would make them his own to give to you if you were having a worse day than usual!

“Mother, I had noticed that you weren’t feeling all too great so I brought you a wonderful gift!”

“Oh, thank you, darling!”

Your mood always brightened when he gave you these gifts. 𓋼 One time when Lucifer visited the hotel, he went straight to you to ask you about how you liked the gifts.

"[Name]! Hello, deer, how are you? Did you like the gifts that I left you?"

"Hello Luci, I'm fine, thank you! … Gifts? what gifts?"

"The ones… that I left on the doorstep of the hotel!"

"I dont recall seeing any gifts there… but Alastor recently started leaving the hotel more often! Not for very long though…"

And then Lucifer realised. You never received his gifts because Alastor got to them first! After that, he made sure to put a note with his signature on them. Though, that still didn't deter Alastor, to Lucifer's dismay.

𓋼 One time, Angel returned to the hotel at an unreasonably late hour, so you went to make sure everything was alright.

"Are you alright, Angel?"

"Huh? No, I'm totally fucked!"

"Why? What happened?"

"You know Valentino right? My boss?"

"Of course I do, everyone hates him quite a bit here and you always talk about him"

"Right, well, fuckin' Val made me work an extra 10 hours!"

"He what?!"

"Yeah! Absolute bitch move."

Naturally, Alastor was watching and listening to you two so you turned to him, with quite the menacing look in your eyes.

"Oh Alastor, prepare your radio broadcast!~"

𓋼 You noticed that most of the residents of the hotel all came to you for advice quite often (except Niffty, she's just an entirely different entity)

"It seems they have become quite fond of you, Mother"

"They have, haven't they?"

Alastor's expression was always one of annoyance whenever someone came to you for help. He wouldn't dare admit it, but he was most certainly jealous of anyone who even stood too close to you, let alone talked to you.

𓋼 Because of that one time that Alastor stood right next to Charlie to spite Lucifer, Lucifer decided to stand just that close to you to get back at him.

"An eye for an eye, Mr Radio!"

"I recommend you watch yourself."

𓋼 One time, when you were out of the hotel and walking around Hell with Alastor, Vox just so happened to see you on one of his tv screens, Valentino sitting by him, messaging someone.

"Hey Val, who the fuck is that with that old-timey prick?"

"Hm? No clue."

"You didn't even look, fuckhead"

"How would you know? You're too busy eyefucking Alastor."

"I am not"

"She's probably just another one of those redemption hotel idiots. It doesn't matter"

But Vox still just glared at the screen.

𓋼 Vox continued to keep an eye on you, seeing just how wonderful you are and so when you were outside the hotel alone (or so he thought) he went up to you. Somehow he didn't catch onto the fact that you're Alastor's mother.

"Hello-"

"What do you think you're doing?" Alastor, of course, suddenly appeared out of thin air, standing in between you and Vox, with an even more annoyed smile than usual.

"Alastor, is this another one of your friends?"

"No-"

"Yes, absolutely, ma'am. Great friends, in fact!"

"Ha! Well, you see, this is my Mother."

"Your what?"

Yeah, Alastor simply walked away with you whilst Vox was buffering.

𓋼 Vox constantly tried to talk to you alone but Alastor was always there to stop him, so unfortunate.

"Would you stay away from my Mother, you-! Ahem, my apologies, Mother."

"Hah! Your mother? I think you meant our mother!"

𓋼 Alastor would absolutely cover your ears when swearing at, or insulting, anyone.

𓋼 When you first met Valentino, you were so mad at him on Angel's behalf that you knocked him out and brought him back to the hotel with you. Of course, Vox was there with Val but he was like a lost duckling, just slowly trailing behind you, unsure what to do.

"I'm back!"

"What the fuck did you do??" Angel was lying down on the couch when you entered, dragging the unconcious Valentino behind you.

"A favour to you and hell!"

"No, but how?!"

"That's a secret~"

"Ok… so why'd ya bring him here?"

"Redemption"

𓋼 Back to Lucifer! He would tell you random animal facts to try and impress you! He would also unironically ask around, and search up (if necessary), how to impress a woman.

𓋼 Lucifer would suddenly start playing the violin for everyone in the hotel 'for everyones' entertainment' as he called it. (It was meant for you though). Each time Lucifer did this, Alastor told you that something important happened that required your attention. You always stayed for the beginning though.

𓋼 One day, you were baking cookies and you and Alastor left the kitchen for a while whilst they were in the oven, however, you both somehow managed to forget about them… so when the smoke alarm suddenly rang, you ran into the kitchen, everyone wondering what happened.

"Fuck!"

"Language, Mother."

"Don't you 'language' me, young man!"

𓋼 You redecorated his room. He wasn't a fan of all the new colours, but he still appreciated the gesture. (There was a lot of glitter involved)

𓋼 After a while of you staying there, everyone definitely sees you as a mother figure (Alastor didn't appreciate this much either but he's willing to look past it for his friends)

𓋼 As small gifts, you made everyone items that resemble them and filled them with different colours of glitter and paper that remind you of them. Bonus: Behind the scenes! 1. Yuri's bad timing:

2. Vox and Val:

[the-ace-with-spades]

(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and 

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

 The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too. 

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner. 

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.” 

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face. 

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year

[lanadoeswriting]

TRAVELING HCS

if its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive

pairings: charlie slimecicle x reader

tw: fluff.

a/n: help i got this idea while being bored on a roadtrip, wifi is kinda bad so ignore the horrid spelling/text mistakes plz.

if you guys are in any form of transportation, you better believe that hes gonna have your head on his shoulder.

not because he thinks it cute- ofc he does, but also bc he just wants to rest his head on top of yours when its on his shoulder

literally just asks you to put your head there just for that, or else he will just put his head on your shoulder if he's tired enough

he wont let you lay a FINGER PRINT on your baggage, he knows that you can do it but he's still gonna do it for you

he becomes your personal photographer and makes sure he gets the absolute best angles and lighting in every photo of you

one of your friends took a photo of you two together on a train and he uses the side of the photo that has your face as his wallpaper and vise versa with you so when your phones are placed together, the photo comes together

cannot for the life of him figure out how to use packing cubes, so you obvi have to help him with it (he calls them tetris cubes)

if you guys are in the backseat of a car for a road trip, hes so gonna just crawl on top of you and become a full ass teddy bear and stay there on your chest

packs you anything you need but does it so naturally so if you mutter something about being nauseas, he just absentmindedly hands you meds or scented oils to help you without even thinking

tries to bring you along for any trip that he has with other friends and creators + you def came along for the japan trip

both of you have little to no sense or direction and are not to be trusted with paper maps

and he so looks like a lost puppy when he loses you in a crowd or any other place

⤷ he is THE golden retriever bf

tries to sync your movies on the plane so you guys can watch together

[monowritestoomuch]

YuuriVoice Characters Accidently Walking In On You Changing:

Notes: SURPRISE! First time writing these characters! Sorry these are so short. I’m currently short on time so I’ve been real busy and only getting busier. I haven’t watched the Lucien, Faust and Charlie videos in a while so excuse any messed up personalities. Enjoy!

Alphonse🍬:

He walks into the room, not looking up. “Hey Boo, have you seen my keys? I need to head to the shop to grab some toilet paper–OH SHIT! Damn Boo!” You pick up a slipper and throw it at him, red in the face. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” he repeats, backing out, his voice echoing through the hall. “You look good though!”

Seth🐺:

Seth walks in the room, looking down at his phone. “Hey Sugar, have you seen my helmet? I’m just gonna go get–daaaamn Sugar!” he says, stretching the second to last word. “Not lying’ Sugar, you look good–” 

You turn red in the face, attempting to speak, but only stuttering comes out. You shriek  in embarrassment, shooing him out.

He turns around, exiting the room while walking down the hall. “I’m leavin’! See you later, Sugar–I’ll get you some chocolate for your sweetness–!” 

Auron🩸: 

“Rook, have you seen the new microtech law contract? Trish reminded me that I’d given it to you last–oh, oh dear.” Auron’s eyes conveyed the same message as his curved lips. “My sincerest apologies, Rook.” His smile disappeared for a brief moment, before returning, far more mischievous than before. “I’ll leave–but I’d like to see you–in my office later.”

Faust🥏:

“Have you seen my good streaming headphones? I’ve been looking for them–oh,” Faust starts, walking into the room, only looking down at his phone at first until he looks up at you. 

He pauses, looking at you and then to the outfits you have laid out on your bed. “Wear the purple plaid short skirt with that top, it matches your eyes–” he says, rolling his own. “I’ll be looking for my headphones if you need me,” he continues, walking out of the room and closing the door slowly, before turning back one final time, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“If it’s any consolation, you look great,” he finished, before closing the door completely and walking off to continue finding his headphones, leaving you red-faced. 

Charlie🍕:

Charlie walks into the room, eyes focused on a texting thread on his phone before looking up. “Hey Casp, have you seen my ID–wha-AHH!” He screeches, backing up and covering his eyes. 

“Sorry! Sorry! So sorry!” He spouts, back-running out of the room and slamming the door behind him. 

Lucien😈:

He strolled into the room like he owned the place, his voice loud. “Angel–you’re out of eggs and–oh? Aren’t you good looking?” He says, that is, before you throw a slipper at him, shouting at him with a red face to get out. 

He laughs, throwing his head back and running his hands through his hair. He turns, grinning and exhaling with a chuckle. “Once you’re not in your birthday suit, get some eggs, Angel.”

Finn🌻:

“Hey, are you ready to go–oh my gosh I am so sorry!” he started, stuttering when his eyes reached you. He covered his eyes, blushing out of embarrassment. “I am so, so sorry!” 

He continued to spout the apologies as you turned red with embarrassment. 

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, his eyes still covered. “I should go–” he took his hands off his eyes, blushing. “I’m gonna go–sorry! You look great though! Wait no–” he continues, already out the door, starting to spout apologies again.

Taglist: (None yet, but let me know if you’d like to be added.)

[perksofbeingpoet]

pittsie rolls out the dough so precisely that you could think he was about to get out measuring tape, protesting loudly when knox steals some of it and eats it just like that. charlie laughs and nudges pittsie in the side- chill out, bro- before messily cutting out stars with the cookie cutters. cameron chides him for making them look all wonky, and neil laughs, yeah charlie, try again. todd smiles up at him. his stars are shaped perfectly, and neil presses a kiss to the top of his head as todd focuses so hard on every cookie. pittsie rolls his eyes and mimes throwing up into the bowl with the icing, making meeks laugh where he is sitting on the kitchen counter, legs swinging. knox puts too many sprinkles on the cookies and cameron tells a story they all know, but they still laugh. meeks sets the oven temperature too high and blames charlie for distracting him by throwing out random numbers. knox feeds pittsie some of the icing, pittsie pretends to swoon and acts as coy as possible. todd laughs, and charlie grins at him, finally got you out your shell, have we? the kitchen smells sweet.

[masivechaos]

truth or dare!

── ☆ neil perry x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: neil asks you to go to a dead poets society meeting with him but a game reveals secrets...

Warning/content: little mention of drinking, my english

a.n.: 1k words-

masterlist / dead poets society masterlist / navigation / taglist

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When Neil asked you to join his friends for the night, you didn’t think of this. You had met him during a theatre rehearsal and quickly got along. And tonight you were finally meeting his friends.

You thought of a party or something, not a… meeting in a cave?

You weren’t complaining though, his friends were sweet and the mood was light and fun. The boys read poems and Neil insisted that you had to read one, too. So you grabbed the copy in his hands and browsed through the pages before finally picking one.

“So… I just read it?” you asked, not really knowing if anything else was needed to do.

Neil offered you an encouraging smile, “Yeah,” he said “Just go for it.”

You cleared your throat “Shapes and Signs,” you announced, eyes darting in the room to watch everyone’s reaction.

“I see black dragons mount the sky,

I see earth yawn beneath my feet —

I feel within the asp, the worm

That will not sleep and cannot die,

Fair though may show the winding-sheet!”

You finished reading the poem and the boys clapped and cheered “See? Wasn’t so bad” Neil grinned.

“Neil’s new friend’s a real poet,” Charlie teased and you rolled your eyes.

You watched, amused, as the whole group started to talk and tease each other. This went on for a little while until Charlie got up. The bottle of alcohol you had brought (which was already open because you stole it from your parents) was empty and in his hands.

“Now… We’re going to do something a little different…”

You all looked at him, intrigued “What?” Knox asked.

Charlie placed the bottle in the centre of the circle the whole group formed, “Truth or dare,” he grinned. You could hear some of the boys groaning in annoyance or whining but Neil chuckled by your side.

Charlie spun the bottle, it landed on Todd. “Truth or dare?” Charlie asked with a smirk

“Uhm… truth,” Todd mumbled.

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” Todd’s cheek turned red, and he shook his head “Alright, alright,” Charlie chuckled. Todd spun the bottle and the game kept going.

After a few rounds and weird imitations, the bottle landed on you. It had landed on Charlie the turn before so he was the one asking “Truth or dare?” he asked mischievously.

You thought about it for a moment, most had chosen truth and you wanted to play “Dare”

Charlie smirked and his eyes flickered quickly to Neil before finding you again “I dare you… to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

You stared at him without saying anything, your lips slightly parted and your cheeks warm. You heard the boys whispering and a ‘oooh’ from Meeks. “Uhm… alright,” you said.

You took a deep breath and turned to your left so you could face Neil. You slowly leaned in and pressed your mouth to his. The cave was now filled with cheers and ‘wooh ooh” from the boys. It was nice kissing him, his lips were soft and smooth and you didn’t really want to stop.

 Neil’s cheeks were red when you pulled away– a second too late to pretend you didn’t like it. You looked away, breath heavy, you were still flustered and so was he.

After a minute, the noise calmed down and they went back to playing. But you couldn’t look at Neil anymore, too shy now. Eventually, it got late. The cave wasn’t really far from Welton but you still had to bike home after reaching their school. “I might have to go now,” you announced.

Everyone said goodbye and you put a foot outside, turning your torchlight on. As you started to walk you felt a hand on your shoulder “Wait-”

It was Neil, with his soft smile you wished you could kiss again “I can walk you back so you don’t get lost,” he said as he walked by your side.

“O-oh,” you smiled “Okay.”

You both were silent the entire time, both of your mind preoccupied by the kiss. It was supposed to be a simple, meaningless kiss. But no, you wanted more.

When you reached Welton, your bike waiting against a wall, you turned around “Well… I guess that’s where we split up,” you said.

“I guess, yeah,” he smiled. He watched you as you got on your bike. He had to say something before you left. “Hey I just…”

You glanced at him, head tilted, you waited for him to say more. Even in the faint light from the torchlight you could still see the crimson shade of his cheeks.

He let out a long exhale “For earlier. I mean… the kiss. You… You really thought I was the hottest guy in the cave?”

You chuckled, not expecting this “Well yeah of course, Neil”

Neil’s smile widened “Okay, good.” You could see he was a little nervous “Maybe I’m reading things wrong but… I… I think to me the kiss meant more than just a truth or dare. I mean… I like you and yeah…”

Your heart was about to explode. No way. “I… really?”

“Yes,” he smiled “really.”

You grinned “Well… I like you, too,” you said “And I guess… I kinda want to kiss you again.”

Neil stepped closer “You do?”

“Mmh hmm,” you smiled, you leaned in and your lips brushed his.

You kissed again, but this time it was just the two of you, no cheers for anyone, no boys to watch you amused. You rested your hand on his cheek as you slowly deepened the kiss. His hand got tangled in your hair.

“I could definitely get used to this. Yeah we should do it again,” he said when he pulled away

Your lips tugged into a smirk “Is that a truth or a dare?”

“Both,” he said before kissing you again.

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⋆ ★ neil perry taglist: @cauliflowertree @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @meredarling @juneberrie @mystic-writings @natashxromanovf @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @imshiningjustforyou @vancitycharlie @venussflytraps @diorgirl444 @dori-and-gray @maddipoof @starlit-epiphany

[itslusii]

Dead Poets as Kids

-Meeks knew how to read and write before everyone else in his grade. This boy would read himself to sleep ☹️. Not that his mom didn’t want to, but he insisted on being a big boy and doing it himself! We love an independent king.

-Knox and Charlie were neighbors and were kind of forced to be friends, but they eventually got used to each other’s company.

-I have a feeling Knox is a middle child (wild take, but hear me out). He has an older and a younger sister, but he’s the only boy. That would make him closer to his dad, leaving the girls closer to their mom.

-Neil was such a messy kid—one of those little boys who always had messy hair and food around his mouth. Despite his mom’s constant efforts to keep him clean, he would get dirty again in no time. But that didn’t stop him from having fun!

-Todd had imaginary friends. Yes, I know that sounds sad, but as someone who had imaginary friends, it really isn’t! He talked to them regularly and told his mom about how they encouraged him to be braver and make more friends ☹️😭.

-Pitts, as the lovely @/goodnightbirdy said, was raised by his grandmother. No, his parents weren’t dead, but they worked too much and didn’t have the time to be with him all the time. And yes, I said “them” because Pitts is the only one in the group who, canon or not, seems to actually have siblings. And there are a lot of them! He’s in the middle but is the oldest of the boys.

-With Charlie, we know he has a little sister. Oh god, this man is SO older-brother coded. He asked for a little brother for so long, and after his mom got pregnant, he was so excited. When he found out it was a girl, he was a bit disappointed at first, but then he loved her. He played with her, and eventually, as they both grew older, she started to pick up on his attitude. He slowly realized he had created a little monster—but a monster, nonetheless.

-Cameron is really difficult for me—not because I hate him, noooo! But he reminds me of a boy from my high school who was the ex-boyfriend of my friend, so we didn’t like him one bit. Anyways! In the movie, he said he loved the clarinet, and that’s because one of his neighbors used to play it all afternoon in his neighborhood. He always wanted to learn, but his parents couldn’t stand the noise, so he never really got the chance to play.

-Neil and Charlie were each other’s first roommates!!!! They were super messy and had dirty socks and laundry lying around everywhere. It got so bad that one time Knox stepped into their room and gagged so hard they thought he was going to puke. After that, they became a little more cautious about cleaning their room.

-Meeks and Knox were also each other’s first roommates!!!! Now, to me, this is an interesting duo. I feel like Knox was extremely talented at folding clothes, and Meeks wasn’t. One day, Meeks was way too desperate to fold his laundry but didn’t want to ask Knox for help, even though Knox clearly knew what he was doing. Knox noticed the mess Meeks left once he stepped out of the room and folded everything for him! Such cuties 😭.

-Now! If you hadn’t guessed, Pitts and Cameron were each other’s first roommates!!!

Wow, what a surprise.

• Cameron = only child / Pitts = too many siblings.

At first, they were not compatible at all. Over time, though, Pitts started seeing Cameron as one of his siblings and did the same things he did with his brothers—tying his shoelaces together, wrinkling his freshly made bed, or hiding his things. But don’t think for one second that Pitts did these things out of malice—no! It was his way of showing warmth and respect for Cameron. And Cameron didn’t mind because, eventually, he got the hang of it.

[lqveharrington]

Handsome As Always | V.

summary: After three years of dating, you and Vox decide to tie the knot. But what happens when Vox lets his fears consume him?

pairing: Vox x Lucifer’s Daughter!Reader

includes: MAJOR FLUFF, insecure Vox, over-protective Lucifer, Charlie being herself, Valentino being his usual self (that’s pretty much it, let me know if I’m missing anything!)

a/n: this can be read as a part two of ‘you look beautiful’ but can also be read individually!

Ever since your father deemed it was all right to date Vox, you’ve watched your relationship grow in many ways. Vox gained upgrades to his technical self while you gained more recognition as the upcoming Queen of Hell. Your relationship became more well-known to the Pride Ring, and eventually, the news made its way down the other rings. However, there were things you believed never changed. Like Vox’s fears that were kept hidden from lowlife sinners and Overlords.

Vox feared a total of three things as an Overlord and as your loving boyfriend. He feared your father, rejection, and losing you from his life in Hell. And throughout your three-year relationship, you were able to witness each fear creep up behind him at least once.

But there were times you didn’t realize they were happening or being kept from you.

“You promise to watch over my little girl?” Lucifer handed Vox a velvet box, watching the Technology Overlord nod with fervor. “You better. If not, I swear I will not hesitate to wipe you out of existence with the snap of my finger, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Vox tucked the box away into his suit pocket, flattening the new creases made. “I understand. I promise I will cherish your daughter until the day Hell freezes over.”

“Good.” He gave a harsh pat to the back of the Overlord’s back, earning an awkward chuckle from him. The two stood in silence for a hot minute, waiting for something else to happen before you walked in with Charlie trailing behind you.

“Dad, Charlie said she didn’t take the necklace but… Vox?” You give him a quizzical look, snapping your earring on. You and Charlie glanced at one another before you spoke again, smoothing out your skirt. “What are you doing here so early? I wasn’t expecting you to be here for another thirty minutes.” You squint when your father scoots away from where he originally stood. “Nonetheless seeing you with my father.”

Vox pulled you into his arms, squeezing your waist. “I just thought I could come earlier. I don’t mind waiting a little longer if you need more time, gorgeous.”

“Cheeky picture box.”

“I’m a flat screen. Upgraded, remember?” He teased, tilting his head at the way you grinned up at him. “You love me.”

“I do.” You let him lift your chin and press a kiss to your lips, smiling softly.

Lucifer coughed, “Won’t you look at the time? Sweetheart, you have to get ready for your date if you want to leave with Vox anytime soon.”

You separate with a grin etched on your face despite the eye roll you gave your father, gaining a chuckle from your partner. “I’ll be back soon.”

The second you left the foyer, Charlie was shooting questions toward Vox, bouncing on her heels at her sister’s soon-to-be fiancé. “Did my dad give you the ring? Are you excited? Gosh, my heart is pounding for you two! Do you know how you’ll propose? Who else knows that you’re proposing tonight?”

“Yes, more nervous than excited, mine is too, nope, and just you guys and Alastor,” Vox answered all her questions with a lopsided smile, fiddling with his fingers.

“Nervous? What for?” Charlie sat on her hands to prevent more movement. “It’s not like she’ll reject you after rejecting a million other guys. She actually loves you. Those other guys just asked her ‘cause she was royalty.”

“Charlie!” Lucifer glared in his daughter’s direction, earning a quiet squeak from her. “She won’t reject you, Vox. She truly loves you. She would never leave you.”

The father-daughter duo watched Vox glitch at the newfound information, both cursing themselves for making the sinner a mess. Vox was fine until Lucifer and Charlie began talking about your past experiences. The fear seeped into him as he felt his fans kick on, becoming a glitching mess by the time Lucifer was able to speak again.

“Okay, uh— I’m not sure how to fix this.” He rested his hands on his cane, looking back at the stairs and the sinner glitching in front of him. “Listen, uh, my daughter isn’t one to date someone for three years and just leave. She really does love you. I mean, she gives you these lovesick looks whenever she sees you!” Lucifer sighed when the thought of his little girl getting married appeared, a soft smile etching on his lips.

Charlie clasped her hands together in excitement, “And I’m sure she wouldn’t say no either. You two are perfect for each other…”

“What now?” You stick your head in between hers and your father’s, resting on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Come here, let me look at you.” Lucifer pulled his eldest to the front of him, eyes beaming with pride. “You look amazing, honey.”

“Thank you.” You do a full turn before you feel an arm pull your waist to a chest, warmth filling your own. “Hi, handsome.”

“Are you ready to go, my love?” He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, missing the way Charlie and Lucifer glanced at one another.

“Of course.” You spun in his arms, linking your hands together.

You watched as Vox consistently dropped his fork, apologizing each time for the clattering noise. You purse your lips at his nth time for apologizing, the fork hitting against the table. Today was supposed to be a relaxing night for your anniversary, but something was bothering your other half. So in return, it bothered you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You set down your utensils and reach for his hand that wasn’t messing with the food on the plate. “You’ve been fidgeting since we left the manor.”

“Sorry, there’s just a lot going on in my mind.” He squeezes your hand and meets your eyes. His gaze relaxes within a second, giving you a soft grin. Vox sees it now, the look your father was talking about. He takes both your hands in his, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Vox.” You smile and rub his hand.

“I really do love you…” He feels himself heat up before clearing his throat, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “Gorgeous, these past three years with you have been unbelievably amazing. You’ve been this light sent from Heaven for me and I can’t thank you enough for being there for me. You make me feel like my fans constantly need to be on, and you’re always there for me even if you don’t want to be… I love you more than any words can describe it. So…” Vox kneeled on one knee and reached for the velvet box in his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring Lucifer used to propose to Lilith. Your name fell past his lips as tears fell down your face, “—Will you marry me?”

You let out a wet laugh, nodding at him. “Of course, I’ll marry you, you cheesy picture box.”

Vox slipped the ring on your fingers before pulling you up from your seat and lifting you to spin around with him. “I love you.”

You rest your hands on his chest as he stops spinning, “I love you so much more.” Your lips connected, the feeling of electricity stronger than ever between the two of you. “I’m never leaving your side.”

“No?” He held you close, hands clasping firmly around your waist. “I hoped you would never.”

“Never.” You press another kiss to his lips, messing with the ring on your finger. “Is this why you were talking to my dad?”

Vox nodded, eyes filled with love. “How else was I supposed to get parental consent to marry the eldest of the Morningstar family?”

“Oh, shut up.” You smile and kiss him, feeling his grin in the kiss.

When you got back from the restaurant, Charlie and Lucifer immediately zeroed in on your left hand. You flashed your hand toward them before getting tackled by a hug when they saw the engagement ring adorning your finger, noises of excitement coming from your family.

Lucifer shook Vox’s hand when he spotted the Overlord, “I told you she loves you.”

The next eight months were taken over by your wedding plans. From the venue to the flavor of cake, you and Vox were present for all decisions, making sure everything was up to both your tastes. However, Lucifer handled all the expenses and invitations, ensuring that his eldest had the best despite Vox being one of the richest Overlords in Hell. Charlie was with you when you picked out your wedding dress, assuring you that everything was beautiful.

It wasn’t until the day of the wedding that you and Vox became nervous. More so, Vox.

“You can’t tell me you’re too pussy to marry la princesa now, Voxy. It’s your wedding day.” Valentino blew smoke from where he stood in the dressing room, eyeing the television demon. “What are you even nervous about?”

“What if she realizes she can do so much better than me?” Vox drags his claws down his screen, pacing around the room. His dead heart rate picked up, the paper vows in his suit feeling heavy with each second. “I haven’t seen her since two days ago! She might’ve changed her mind—“

“Vox, I doubt your doll would change her mind about marrying you.” Valentino points his cigar at him, rolling his eyes when Vox glares in his direction at your nickname. “You’re rich, she loves you, you’ve got the wits and brains, she has beauty and power. I don’t get what’s wrong.”

“She’s more than just looks and status!” Vox adjusted his lapels, smoothing them out. “This is such a stupid tradition. Separating the groom and bride before the wedding? They can go to Hell.”

“They most likely are.”

Vox sucks in a breath, glancing at the time. “Fuck, okay. Where’s Alastor?”

“You think I would know where your best man is?” Valentino pushed off the dresser and made his way toward the door. “He’ll appear when he appears. Otherwise, have an amazing wedding. I’ll be seated with Vel.”

Vox let out a frustrated groan. He truly loves you, but the fear gnawing from the inside out was making this day so much more difficult than it needed to be. His eyes twitched as the clock ticked, not knowing where his best man was and how his soon-to-be wife was.

You, on the other hand, were also pacing your own dressing room, Charlie doing her best to calm you down before it was your turn to walk down the aisle.

“It’s going to be fine! You look amazing, the venue is perfect, and you don’t have to worry about safety, what’s left to scrutinize?”

“Does Vox love me?” You whip around and stare at your sister with a distraught look. “I mean, I love him. He’s wonderful, but what if he thinks I’m a pretentious royal who is just marrying him for fun just to leave?”

“That’s not what he’s thinking about.” She gripped your arms, slightly shaking you. “Right now, he’s waiting to marry the love of his life in death at the arbor. And we both know that you love him until double death.” You let out a small chuckle, resting your hands on your bouquet. “And as of now, I need to walk down the aisle as your maid of honor and then you need to walk down with Dad, okay?”

You nod, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll see you up there, Charlie.”

“You look beautiful, don’t ruin it!” She exclaimed as she stepped out of the room.

You smiled as she left, then met your father’s eyes as he stepped inside the room. “Hi, dad.”

“Oh, baby, you look… You’re all grown up.” Lucifer gave you a small smile and hugged you, keeping his tears in until later. “You’re making me seem like an old man.”

“Dad.” You laugh against his shoulder.

“Are you ready, my little princess?” He reached up and cupped your face, gaze filled with joy. You link your arm with his, nodding. “Then let’s get you married.”

And it truly was gorgeous. Since it was a royal wedding, there were many people in attendance, but your attention was solely on Vox. Both your fears and Vox’s fears faded away when you met each other’s gaze, the admiration radiating off the contact. And you never broke eye contact with him, even when you met up at the altar. When Lucifer started officiating, you kept close by Vox’s side, doing your best not to kiss him right then and there.

“You look beautiful,” Vox murmured in your direction, making your smile wider.

You glanced over to meet his eyes, “Thank you… You look handsome as always.”

You both chuckled at your words, knowing you said those exact same words to one another when he first met your father. Soon enough, vows were completed with few tears, and rings were passed over, the only thing left was the pronouncement.

“By the power invested by me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lucifer clasped his hands together, a golden, red, and blue wisp swirling around the newlywed couple. “You may now kiss your bride.”

Vox pulled you in by the waist, bringing his screen close to your face. “I’ve been waiting two days to do this again.”

“Let’s give them a show then.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you back with a hand secure on your waist and meets your lips, the cheers from the audience making you smile into the kiss.

“Okay, kids. Break it up, I’m still here.” Lucifer coughed from where he stood, not making eye contact with his daughter. When you throw him a playful look, he smiles, finishing the ceremony. “It’s my honor and privilege to present to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Vox Morningstar!”

Vox raises his brow at you, “Your last name?”

“You don’t like yours, why not have mine?” You tease as you link your hand with his, walking down the aisle.

“I’ll have all of you if you want me.” He presses a kiss to your temple, the static from his lips gone. “I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you more, handsome.” You rest your head on his shoulder with the biggest grin adorning your face.

Yeah, his fears were irrational.

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platonic!yandere!charlie & gn!teen!reader general headcanons ! !

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warnings; possessiveness, infantilization (charlie very much views you as a straight up child and treats you as such, though she doesn't mean any harm by it), overprotectiveness, forced hugging/cuddling, manipulation, guilt tripping, invasion of privacy/overstepping of boundaries, Charlie is very much not human, and doesn't fully grasp human customs/the normalcies of them, and if i missed any, please let me know!!

additional notes; hello!! i am alive!! I'm still working on the winter event, but I have pretty bad seasonal depression, so it's been hard to do anything at all recently :( but i'm still here and writing, and interested in hazbin!! i did this to try and get back into the groove of it all, + there's a massive lack of platonic yan charlie content :( so i must fix that (or atleast write some more for her)!!

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No matter what you did to get into hell, how you look or act or conduct yourself-- what time period you came from, whether that been modern day or you remembered when Coca Cola had large amounts of cocaine in it, Charlie can and absolutely will baby you, to the point where it's concerning.

She's a very giving and kind person, you know that-- but you never knew her to cut up apples, put them on a little paper plate with some peanut butter and/or caramel, and hand them to anyone but you.

Sure, it's a nice gesture. But that's not the only thing she does like that. She'll always remind you to take care of yourself-- but she does it how you would to a child.

She sets out your pajamas every single night, folded neatly and primly at the foot of your bed. When you're about to run out of toothpaste, suddenly there's a new tube with one of those little plastic squeezers already on it. Your room is never dirty, because any clothes you haphazardly throw onto the floor-- somehow end up in your laundry basket.

You can never actually do your laundry, because before you can even throw a second glance at it-- you find the basket empty, and you check your dresser drawers to find your clothes all folded and sorted into the right ones.

It's humiliating. You can do these things on your own-- you don't want to sound ungrateful though, because Charlie isn't human. maybe she thinks this is normal? Maybe she does this for every resident.

Until you catch Angel making his way down to the laundry room, full basket in hand. You joked with him, asking if he upset Charlie so much that she wouldn't do it for him.

He looked at you like you'd grown a second head, tilted his head and made a noise of absolute bewilderment. You explained yourself-- only to have him laughing in your face, and saying

"Oh no, that's just you, toots. She don't do that for anyone else." Before he just-- turned and left! Leaving your standing in the middle of the hallway, face hot and most certainly red as a goddamn tomato.

You'd never... asked her to, though. It'd be a different story if you had, but you didn't-- never made any mention to her that you were incapable of doing your own laundry, or getting your own toothpaste from the cabinet when you were about to run out.

And yet, you didn't say a thing to her. She never talked about it really, all the things she did-- the only reason you know it was her doing, was because she'd often leave a little sticky note explaining what she'd done.

You'd find them on your bathroom mirror, reading "You looked a little low on shampoo, so i got some more for you! remember not to wash your hair every time, it dries your hair out :-] -C.M." , or on top of your dresser, telling you "Your drawers looked a little messy, so I straightened them up before I put your clothes away! Makes ure to keep them tidy, so you can find what you're looking for easier :-] -C.M."

But in the end, you never did anything to stop her from it. It was embarrassing, being treated like a child-- her acting like she was your mother, but you reasoned with yourself. She didn't seem to be doing it out of obligation, considering she only did it with you.

Maybe she was trying to help you adjust, given that fact that you were one of-- if not the-- youngest resident in the hotel.

It hit a breaking point when she began to replace some of your things.

At first, it wasn't that worrying. Wasn't that noticeable, either. The first aid kid you kept in the cabinet beneath your bathroom sink was replaced with a simpler one-- still useful, but it was clearly one meant for children. The kind you pack into your kids duffel bag before sending them off to summer camp.

It was those sort of things, the useful things you have been downgraded to things meant for children. Your regular scissors replaced with smaller safety-scissors-- it was aggravating, that one; but she meant well.

Then, the decorations in your room, your clothes, personal things that she didn't seem to approve of. A shirt depicting anything 'inappropriate' (which, in her mind, seemed to be anything that couldn't be found on a Disney Channel program)? Replaced. A poster for a more alternative band that had blood depicted on it? Gone from your wall, no trace of it left behind.

This went on for two weeks before you hit the point where you felt that there was no other option but to confront Charlie about it.

It did not go over very well.

You were lucky that you'd pulled Charlie aside for it, and that Vaggie was nowhere to be seen. You're sure that you would've gotten a spear right to your gut if she witnessed how Charlie was crying-- sobbing, gut wrenching little hic!'s and shudders as she stumbled out her response.

All you'd done was just-- you said it calmly! You didn't attack her, didn't go for her throat. Just asked her to come talk in her office, and told her straight up that "I know you're probably just trying to help, but I think you're going too far with it all. I'm capable of doing my own laundry, and I can be trusted with a full med kit--"

You couldn't even get it all out before the waterworks began, ending with you two squished together in her fancy office chair-- not quite on her lap, but your legs thrown over hers due to lack of space. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, as she rambled off apology after apology.

By the end of it, nothing had come of it at all. Her apologies made you feel awful, and it made you-- against your better judgement, let her off the hook. Simply saying "I'm-- I'm sorry for upsetting you-- I just..." You sighed, wishing for this to just be over already. Your shirt was soaked with her tears, and you could feel your ribs creaking under her vice-like embrace.

"...It's not a problem. I just blew it out of proportion."

You could've sworn you felt her lips curve up against where she'd pressed her face into the crook of your neck.

You decided to cast the thought aside, and not think anything of it-- not think anything of the fact that, immediately after you said that, she sprung up; just as energetic as usual, and asked "So you're not mad at me?"

With a shake of your head, you thought it'd be done. That she'd let you go back-- she'd go back to what she was doing.

And when she stood, you did as well. Legs asleep from the position you'd been in for about 20 minutes, wincing as you felt pin and needles all throughout them and you put your weight down.

Then, a hand wrapped around your wrist, and she pulled you to a nearby loveseat she had pushed to the wall. A cold spark of dread-- maybe it was ridiculous, but you couldn't deny that that's what the emotion so obviously was-- as you realized what was to come.

She sat down, and then pulled you down with her. She laid on her back, legs propped up on the one armrest, while the other supported her neck. She wrangled you up and had you laying on top of her.

Like your were a goddamn baby-- the pose mirrored to an exact T, the pose you'd been in for a picture that sat up on the mantle of your house up-top.

You, tuckered out by a day of doing god-knows-what, laying on your stomach atop your dads chest, the two of you snuggled together. Your mom had taken the picture, and it'd been framed and displayed proudly for years to come.

You weren't even a year old when the picture was taken.

But-- maybe you were a bit of a pushover, or maybe you were afraid of Charlie; because no matter how kind she is, you always had a nagging feeling in the back your head that she was, quite literally, the princess of Hell.

She could snap you in half without a second thought-- if she didn't have the conscious she did. Hell, she could probably do it on accident if you riled her up enough-- that's how powerful she is.

Eventually, against your will, you nodded off. It was... comforting, to an extent. it was uncomfortable-- emotionally wise; but to feel the rise and fall of her chest below you, to hear her heart steadily beating against your collarbone; the warmth of her spreading to you through the prolonged physical contact...

Within 15 minutes tops, you were out like a light. Charlie cracked an eye open-- she'd pretended to be asleep shortly after she pulled your down. Her face broke out into a giddy grin, as she gingerly raised her hand from where it'd settled on your back, and went to your head.

As she brushed her fingers through your hair, a soothing gesture that earned her a long sigh from your unconscious self-- she whispered little promises to you. You couldn't hear them-- but her dad used to do this for her all the time, when she was still so little.

Sure, you're a little bigger than she was at the time her dad did thais with her (alright, a lot bigger-- but sure her, you were just so cute! and so young, too! You'd barely be considered an infant by Hellborn/Nephel standards!), but she's sure it had the same effect, yeah?

"It's okay... I'll keep you safe. My sweet little star, trying to help me out by doing your own things. It's okay, I like doing them for you..." In addition to this being an attempt to put you at ease, to have her words go through your subconscious and hopefully influence your waking self-- (though she knows it'll take more than just this one time, but that's okay. she has all the time in the world for you)--, this was also a way to voice her feelings out loud, and to your face-- even if you weren't aware of it.

She loved you so much, but you were so stubborn. But that was just apart of who you are-- maybe you were going through a rebellious phase? She isn't quite sure how it works for humans fully, but she'd gone through one as well when she around about a teenager.

It's a little too early for a rebellious phase, though. Maybe you were just scared that she was going to use you, like the people in your life had.

Her smile faltered for a moment, a flash of uncharacteristic annoyance glimmered in her eyes- her hold on your side tightening by a fraction, before it relaxed. It was there one second, and then it was gone-- her smile back, and her eyes soft once again.

"I'll never leave you, not like they did..." She cooed, continuing to pet through your hair as she spoke. "It was silly, for them to leave a little thing like you all alone. I won't make the same mistake though, star."

You shifted a little as you slept, burrowing your face further into the crook of her neck. She giggled at the cute little gesture, and cooed more comforting words for as long as you slept. When you did wake, she always urged you go to back to sleep-- and you were never awake enough to go against the suggestion.

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Brat!Theo’s love language which is actually bullying you for attention.

Brat!Theo who would blow smoke in your face if you try to confront him about something. He’s not letting you get a single word in at all.

Brat!Theo who shrugs when you try to ask him about a lost item. He’s secretly hiding it in his robes.

Brat!Theo who would definitely would annoy you if you tried to talk to another person than him. He just felt like being an asshole that day

Brat!Theo who wouldn’t dare to try to be mean, but will be mean in a way you have to speak out. Please do, he finds you hotter when angry.

Brat!Theo who couldn’t even get the whole brat thing when you called him it the first time. You spoil him so much to the point he doesn’t even understand the term "brat" now.

Brat!Theo who talks in his native language if you can’t understand him. He makes think he’s talking shit when really he isn’t. Grab his collar and shake him, glare at him and command him to tell you what he said. He can feel his heart racing.

Brat!Theo who hates when you get attention from others. It makes him raise a brow and just shoulder check one by one.

Brat!Theo who smiled when you gave him attention after he most definitely did not (did) beg for a whole 25 minutes when you were trying to do your work.

Brat!Theo who frowns when you stood your ground against him. What do you mean that your favorite brat isn’t getting anymore attention? He’s gonna figure a way out anyways.