#charlie's voice is sooo good

[elliedafish]

The Julie and the Phantoms soundtrack EATS!!!!

[allmyocsarebritish]

Unspoken words, still recieved

Pairing: Alastor X reader

Warnings(?): fluff, mentions of drugs and alcohol, 5+1

Husk

~

Husker was the first to know about your feelings towards his overlord. It had been a long, stressful day filled with Charlie's 'bonding exercises', and you wanted nothing more than to crash at the bar with a strong drink in hand. So, that was how you ended up swirling a glass of alcohol, taking the occasional sip which scorched your throat and fogged your troubled mind. Naturally, in your tipsy state your tongue was greatly loosened. Husker knew this; he was an experienced bartender, and used to listening to the bitching and whining of those intoxicated. What he didn't anticipate was exactly what slipped out.

"What would you do if you really liked someone, but you knew that they hated that kind of thing? And they'd probably hate you too if they found out?" You asked, lazily drawing circles on the counter top with your finger. Husk sighed deeply in slight irritance, once again ready to assume the role of therapist, offering a listening ear to your irrelevant problems.

"I wouldn't know, kid. I lost the ability to feel years ago." He continued to wipe the countertop, a slight frown prevalent on his extended eyebrows (what kind of description is that lmfao).

"Pfft, edgelord." You scoffed light heartedly, to which Husk offered a small smile of amusement, still not meeting your eyes.

"I guess I'll just keep it all to myself then. I doubt Al would appreciate any sort of elaborate romantic gesture anyway." You downed the last of your drink, hopping off of your stool and fishing into your pocket for change. Husk's eyes narrowed at the mention of the Radio Demon, a shadow of concern crossing his features. He gently grasped your sleeve as you reached out with a few coins, tip included, stopping you from placing them on the counter.

"Al? As in Alastor? Oh, Y/N, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

Your eyes narrowed at this. You expected the miserable old bartender to be disapproving, but hearing him voice his doubts was unpleasant to say the least.

"No, I don't think I am."

Husk rolled his eyes, your sleeve now firmly held between his claws, in a way that would rip the fabric should you try to pull away.

"Listen, kid. I know I'm not here to be your pop or anything but please, for the love of everything, stay safe. He's a dealmaker, and I wouldn't put anything past him." He could feel the invisible neon green leash uncomfortably cold against his furry neck.

"Fuck off, Husker. I can look after myself. Thanks for the drink." You scoffed, pulling away, not caring for the fresh tear in your shirt.

Husk's eyes continued to fix on the direction you exited long after your shadow had disappeared.

"Good luck, kid."

~

Charlie

Charlie was next to know, which, was inevitably going to happen eventually. It was a few weeks following your drunken outburst at the bar, and you could frequently feel Husk's eyes boring into you when you looked away. The pity was infuriating, who the fuck was he to tell you what your Alastor was like?

Charlie, ever the curious devil, noticed the tension radiating from both you and the cat, and decided to involve herself in an attempt to force the two of you back into your companionship.

"Sooo, Y/N," She clasped her hands together, bouncing up behind you as you crossed through the lobby of the hotel, her doe eyes wide and practically pleading. "I noticed you and Husk fell out. But you seemed so close to him!"

"I mean, not really." You shrugged, already trying to walk away from the awkward conversation. "He gave me whiskey, I paid him, we talked a little. I wouldn't call that 'close'."

"But what happened?" The little hellborn princess was persistent, you'd give her that.

"Husker won't understand that he doesn't dictate how I feel about someone." Deep down you knew that was a massive escalation to the situation. It wasn't Husk's fault, he was trying to keep you safe. But you weren't a child, and certainly not his.

"Wait, how you feel about someone? Y/N, do you have a crush?!"

Shit.

"It- it's not a crush." You fucked up. Big time.

"You have a crush!"

"Charlie! Stop!" Your tone was harsh, potentially too much so, causing the demon to back off slightly, although not completely.

"Oh, okay, well I've been known to be an excellent wingman! Woman? Wingwoman? It doesn't matter, if you feel comfortable I'd be absolutely honoured if you trusted-"

You zoned out halfway through her tangent, not having your usual energy to find amusement in her theatrics. You promptly excused yourself, slipping out of the hotel, preparing yourself to take a walk and clear your mind.

"Princess, I know you want to help her, don't push it. The best thing you can do is let her deal with it herself. Trust me, I'd know." Husk warned following your departure, memories of your hostile response to his advice fresh in his mind.

Charlie absolutely did push it.

In fact, you could probably consider her behaviour that followed for the next two weeks low-level stalking. It was her mission to set you up with whoever you fancied. After all, all she wanted was for you to be happy.

Although, after 14 whole days of trying her hardest, she had almost given up on finding out who it was that caught your eye. That was until she saw you with Alastor. It was subtle, not something anyone would notice had they not been searching. But the level of digging she had done on you made it obvious.

The respect you held for the overlord was unmatched by any other. Your usual fairly hot-headed personality had much less of a bite, more aimed towards others than the radio star. Not to mention the way your eyes lit up as soon as he entered the room.

Oh.

Well, this was a spanner in the works she didn't expect. But it was alright, if there was a way for you and Al to be together, Charlie would do her best to help you both reach that conclusion.

~

Vaggie

Naturally, as soon as Charlie knew of your feelings, so did Vaggie. This was to be expected, even though you weren't necessarily aware that the princess was onto you, it wasn't rocket science that word would pass eventually.

"I just need to find a way to set them up! Oh Vaggie, how cute would they be?!"

Charlie paced through their shared bedroom, ranting to her girlfriend as the fallen angel sat on the bed.

"Cute? Alastor?" Vaggie snorted, refusing to accept that as a way to describe him.

"But Vaggie!! Imagine them together! Oh, she could absolutely soften him up! Imagine Alastor all sweet and in love! Maybe it'll push him into redemption and they can be all smiling and happy in heaven!!"

"Babe," Vaggie interrupted the ceaseless yapping (I'm so sorry but there's no other way to accurately phrase it lmao. Charlie's a yapper) "Seriously don't push it. You know Alastor isn't the type to go all gooey eyed over some girl, even if it is someone he's close to. So don't expect anything, just leave her to get over it herself."

Charlie drew out a long, exaggerated sigh, showing her disappointment.

"I know you want to make them happy, sweetie, but some things just aren't meant to be." Vaggie held her girlfriend's hands in one of her own, the other resting on the Princess's cheek.

Ultimately, Vaggie held a high level of concern for you in this scenario. She hoped and prayed for your safety, though she knew better than to meddle in your business. Despite this, she did make a mental note to keep an eye on you, the angel would never forgive herself if you made a deal she could have prevented. Of course, none of this she could voice to Charlie; her girlfriend adored Alastor and looked up to him, so she opted to keep this to herself, as she hoped you would do also.

~

Angel

Angel was someone in the hotel whom you truly did consider a friend. And, friends trust friends, or at least according to your wasted brain they did. So, you came clean to the spider, and, in the process, subjected yourself to an eternity of even more torment. For fuck's sake, you were already in hell.

"Angel?" You asked cautiously, tone sending a shiver of worry into the demon. Your voice held an aura of seriousness, something that made him rather uncomfortable.

"Ya'lright, toots?" He asked, his own words reflecting the slight anxiousness you had bestowed.

"Yeah, just got a 2am confession to make." You responded, eyes focusing on the ceiling, your body draped over Angel's bed. The two of you were sprawled over it with your heads together in the middle, although the spider was substantially closer to toppling off than yourself. He chuckled at your revelation, feeling the slight worry vanish.

"Well, then go ahead."

You took a deep breath, drug induced confidence already beginning to ebb. Another long drag of your joint however, and sobering up was no longer a cause for concern. Yet.

"You know Alastor?"

"Yeah?" Angel asked, already suspicious of how this was going.

"I'm just saying-"

"HeAr mE oUt" Angel mocked, to which you swatted his arm, leading to the star erupting into a fit of laughter at you retaliation.

"You're inta Smiles?!" Angel laughed "Well, Sugar tits, now I've seen everythin!"

"Shut the fuck up, Anthony." You grumbled, despite suppressing a smirk at Angel's antics. There was no getting yourself out of this one now.

~

Niffty

Niffty was not one you were expecting to have to explain yourself to. But, being the nosy little bug she was, you realised only too late that she was peering at your phone screen as you texted Angel Dust.

"You like Alastor?"

"What? No! I-" Niff's singular, unblinking eye bore directly into you soul, unsettling you and making your mouth run dry with unease. You sighed, holding up your hands in submission.

"Maybe."

"I think you should go tell him! You know he really likes you too? I honestly can't blame you, he is a bad boy" the little bug let out an unhinged, slightly manical laugh. You cringed at the way she referred to your Alastor, almost entirely missing the part where she said he liked you back.

Wait.

He liked you back?

You tried your bloody hardest not to raise your hopes after that one, this was Niffty we were talking about. But regardless, there was a possibility!

"Wait, he likes me too?" You asked, trying not to show the way adrenaline and excitement pumped through your body at this potential revelation.

"Oh, yeah. I heard him talking to Rosie about it a couple weeks 'go. Said it was a 'disgusting weakness he couldn't show to anyone'"

Oh.

Well.

That wasn't exactly helpful.

But at least he liked you back?

"So what did she say?!" You asked, suspense rising.

"Who?" Niffty asked, eyes wide and staring at you in utter bewilderment.

"Rosie!" You responded incredulously.

"About what?"

"Alastor!"

"Oh! She said that he should get over it and just tell you, that he'd feel better and even if you didn't feel the same way you'd understand 'cause you're human too. And if not he could just eat you."

"What?!!"

"Although I might have made that last part up." She tapped a spindly finger against her chin in concentration, trying her hardest to recall the conversation.

Your brows raised in concern before shaking your head and resigning not to question her.

"Okay, well, thanks, Niff. I gotta go now but I appreciate you telling me!" Your exit was rushed, but you really didn't want Niffty to catch you delighting in your newfound optimism. (Kicking your heels and squealing).

~

Alastor

Two days. You had spent two days preparing what you would say to Al and how, yet no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't for the (after) life of you think of what to do or say.

The worst part was the fact your favourite bartender was no longer there for you to turn to when life got tricky. So, you resolved to drowning your sorrows in your own alcohol, and, in the process, inexplicably and subconsciously avoiding your Alastor.

The Radio Demon did not like this.

Every time he descended to the lobby you were missing. Every time he walked to Cannibal town you weren't accompanying him. Every time he broadcasted you weren't waiting for him outside the tower.

This was becoming a problem; Alastor held you so highly in his estimations that he found your presence more than tolerable. So the fact that you just up and disappeared left him feeling an odd sensation.

Emptiness? It was strange, unpleasant and Alastor didn't like it. He was no fool: he knew of his feelings for you, and, after months of denial, finally reached some sort of acceptance of the merciless scenario he found himself in. Such a powerful overlord resigned to a schoolboy crush. Pathetic, really.

But, this loneliness wouldn't do. No, it wouldn't do at all. So, Alastor was going to do something about it. Force proximity with you? Of course not, that was far too desparate, even for these circumstances.

His eyes trailed across the lobby before landing on the bar, and subsequently, the bartender. Bingo!

"Husker! My dear fellow~"

"Go fuck yourself." The cat raised a middle finger to Alastor, bottle held to his lips and tilted.

"Now is that any way to talk to your old pal?" Al taunted. Oh this was fun; how he adored pissing off Husk. In fact, he almost even forgot the motivation for his inquiry.

You.

"Say, Husker. Is there a chance that you've seen Y/N around here recently? She seems to be avoiding me for some strange reason."

Husk scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I wonder why."

Alastor's eyes narrowed as his smile tensed. "Careful, my friend." He warned.

"Listen, boss," Venom spiked the cat's tone, insincerity lacing the word. "I haven't seen her in a week or so. We had a... disagreement and she's avoiding me. Go find her yourself if you're so fucking concerned."

Well, that was conclusive. "Indeed I will. So long, Husker!" Al hopped off the barstool and made for your room, hoping you would be there, as to not look a fool.

Yes, that was it.

Raising a fist to the door, the Radio Demon knocked.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

At the third and final knock, you opened the door, recognising the clear, precise knock.

"Hello, my dear!" His transatlantic voice rang out, laced with static as ever.

"Hi, Al." You responded, quiet and solemnly.

"Why so glum? Smile, my dear! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" His clawed fingers came to rest at the corners of your mouth, delicately and fondly pushing upwards. His own permanent grin softened as he looked at you, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch.

"Have you been intentionally avoiding me, Cher?" He blurted out, surprising even himself.

"What?! Ha, Al, don't make me laugh! I'd never avoid you, how ridiculous!"

He narrowed his eyes at you. "Cher."

"Al."

"Be honest with me."

There it was. That thing he had about him, making it impossible to lie.

"I wasn't intentionally avoiding you." You drew out. " And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"But, why?"

"Because I love you."

After freezing like a deer in headlights, (HA) his face morphed into an expression entirely unreadable, even to you.

Shit.

Fuck.

Bollocks.

You fucked up. That was it. Friendship over. Potentially even afterlife over.

"Al? I'm sorry I-" you were interrupted but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you. It was slow and gentle, as though you were made of fragile porcelain, easily breakable beneath his warm embrace.

"It's okay, Cher"

I love you too unspoken words, yet still received.

Bonus:

You hopped onto the barstool as Husk refused to meet your eyes. A long, awkward silence drew out, and you kicked your legs, fingers drumming on your knee. Realising there was no way the bartender was speaking first, you resolved to dive straight into your apology.

"Husk? I'm sorry. I was a bitch and shouldn't have taken it out on you because you were only trying to keep me safe-"

Your apology was cut short as a shot of whiskey slid across the counter towards you. You smirked and brightened when you looked up to meet Husk grinning at you.

"Well if that wasn't the most insincere fucking bullshit I've ever heard."

You rolled your eyes, downing the alcohol in one, causing your throat to sting and eyes to water.

"Just stay safe, kid. That's all I ask."

"Deal." You joked, sticking out your hand.

"Deal." Husk responded sarcastically, though the both of you knew it was lightheaded. You were just grateful to have your favourite bartender back.

[mamibaddie]

Warning: panty-stealing, subliminal mention of a threesome, some SMUT 18+ only please!

Imagine Eddie and Charlie being friends with one another. They share a mutual love for horror movies. Eddie, who is more free-spirited and knows (a little bit) more about sex than Charlie, is the one that helps Charlie feel a bit more empowered in his own sexuality. They both tell each other everything, so it surprises Eddie when he comes across a pair of red lace underwear under the bed that definitely isn’t Charlie’s.

“Hey, I couldn’t find the 2012 version of ‘The Thing’ but I found the 1982 one…” Charlie stopped in his tracks. Eddie was holding up the pair of red lace underwear with his index finger.

“Some underwear you got here. And by the looks of it…it seems to be your guilty pleasure.” Eddie said with a smirk. Charlie was flustered, turning a beet red color. He couldn’t believe Eddie found his secret. Then again, he could. He’s always been a little nosy.

Charlie didn’t know what quite to say. He must’ve looked like a fish out of water, his lips closing and opening to get ready to say something. But his brain stopped working.

“So what store did you steal them from this time?” Eddie asked, as he flopped down on Charlie’s bed, laying on his side. You see, Charlie had a knack for stealing women’s underwear from numerous stores. It could be Victoria’s Secret, Target, you name it. But these particular underwear wasn’t stolen from a store.

“They’re…um… I didn’t steal them from a store.”

The silence in the room was loud. You could see Eddie’s gears turning in his mind. Trying to connect the mystery pieces together with what vague information Charlie provided.

“If you didn’t steal them from a store…then that must mean….” Eddie jumped up, wide eyed, sporting a smile.

“You got them from fucking…” Eddie snapped his fingers trying to come up with the name, as if he hasn’t committed it to memory. It took about five seconds before Eddie blurted out your name. Charlie closed his eyes and deeply sighed.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?! Tell me, what was it like?” Eddie sat with his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Was she like, “oh-oh Charlie, fuck you’re sooo good. Fuck me like you do in your fantasies!!’” Eddie did a poor imitation of what your voice might sound like. Though, Charlie wouldn’t know.

“I didn’t fuck her.” He came out and said.

“What do you mean you didn’t fuck her?”

“I mean…” Charlie said snatching the underwear from Eddie’s hand and placing it in his nightstand, “I didn’t fuck her. I just…took it from her drawer..”

Eddie looked at him for a second and then howled with laughter before clapping his hands and placing one of them on his shoulders. “I’m rubbing off on you more and more…. No pun intended by the way.” Charlie moved his shoulder away from him. He felt like a creep. There he was in your dorm, the only reason he was there was because of a group project for class. You had asked him if he needed any water. Charlie said yes please, he did feel a bit thirsty, just not for water. While you were downstairs, he looked around your room. He scanned through the photos that were hung, the many rings that you wear, even the perfume that you had; to which he sprayed some on the inside of his shirt so he can smell you once he gets home. Until he got to your dresser. A little bit of red peeking out. He looked towards the door and turned his ear to hear if you were coming in soon. You weren’t. So, curiosity got the best of him. He opened your drawer and there they were. He didn’t even think twice before quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in his back pocket.

After Charlie told Eddie exactly how he got his hands on them, Eddie wore a wolffish grin. Charlie laughed, “why are you looking like that?”

Eddie replied, “We should try to win her over.”

Charlie went wide-eyed and shook his head “no, no. I don’t think so. She doesn’t roll like that.”

Eddie shrugged, “you never know. We can always just ask her. If she’s not with it, no worries. But if she is….”

Charlie couldn’t help but think about it. It did sound enticing, kissing you, touching you… he can’t say he hasn’t entertained the thought of being inside of you. How he’d loved to feel you wrapped around him. Him moaning and whimpering in your ear about how soft and wet you are. God, it must feel like Heaven.

“I think junior likes the idea too.” Eddie said. Charlie furrowed his brows and looked at him in confusion. Eddie pointed at his pants. Charlie looked down and seen a bulge beginning to form on his pants.

Charlie sighed and mumbled “shut up” before making his way to the bathroom.

“Hey,” Eddie called after him.

“What?!” Charlie replied, frustrated beyond belief.

Eddie went into Charlie’s nightstand and pulled out the infamous underwear. He threw it at Charlie.

“Don’t forget your inspiration.”

[hayleytheewriter]

I've been working on this Timkon friends to lovers prom fic for like four months and the second after I post it, Ao3 goes down 😭

I've gotta share it somewhere, sooo here is a snippet!

Edit: here’s the link to Step Five: Follow Him To Canada!

FLASH. 

Another pretty picture. They were in the foyer, framed by the grand staircase and twirling chandelier. 

Tim’s hands were stuffed in his pockets. 

He wore a tux— chosen at random like five minutes before everyone showed up. 

His friends clearly put a lot more thought into getting ready. Cissie’s hair was pinned up, with a few curled tendrils framing her face. She had a cream dress that clung to her body with a long slit down the side. Cassie looked just as hot in a lavender suit with a matching cream pocket square. Her short hair was slicked back, in the rockstar fashion, and her eyeliner was sharp. Bart wore a grey suit with a matching skirt. Greta wore a puffy, tulle dress that was as pink as her cheeks. She looked particularly alive tonight. 

And then there was Kon. 

Kon was in a league of his own. 

The suit itself was gorgeous— navy blue, silky, with a shirt loosely unbuttoned— and had a vaguely 70s vibe. But it wasn’t just his clothes. His smile was bright. His eyes sparkled. Getting to see this exact shade of happiness on his face was the whole reason Tim bought tickets in the first place— but wow. His imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. A part of him couldn’t believe his best friend had been this attractive the whole time. Tim should’ve realized his feelings sooner. It wasn’t fair. It also really, really wasn’t fair that Kon got to go through life looking like that. Of course he had a boyfriend. Was Kaldur his boyfriend? 

Like it mattered. 

If any part of Kon ever momentarily entertained the thought of liking Tim like that, he would’ve said something. Like with Cassie, like with Kaldur, like with girls Kon hit on with the subtly of wack-a-mole throughout the years. Every flirty line or stupid wink got under Tim’s skin. Now he finally understood exactly why, but knowing why didn’t help. Nothing could help. Everything was awful. Tonight was supposed to be fun, but he’d never escape the ungrateful little voice whispering, but imagine how much better this would be if he liked you back. Tonight would be torture. He wished there was a surgery to remove these feelings from his body. He’d rather feel nothing at all. 

FLASH. 

“Okay, now do a silly one,” Dick said, lowering the camera. 

“Dick,” Tim said. 

“Let’s do it,” said Bart. He jumped into Cissie’s arms with a grin, Cassie and Greta did Charlie’s Angels, Kon floated into the air and did a cool kick upside down. Tim did a peace sign with an expression that gave nothing. 

FLASH. 

“Okay, we’re good,” Tim said. 

“Wait,” Cassie said, nudging Greta toward Tim. “We need to take some in pairs. Cissie and I did ours already, but you guys should, too.” 

“Yeah!” said Bart. “Let’s take some.” 

He grabbed Kon by the hand and pulled him in front of the camera. 

“Let’s do a serious one,” Bart said, posing with his arms crossed. “OH wait,” he sprinted away and returned with sunglasses. 

“Okay, now I’m ready.” 

Dick snapped a few pics of them, while Tim and Greta kinda stood to the side. 

“It would be nice to take a few pictures together,” she said. She tucked her hair behind her ear and added, “But if you’d rather not, I totally understand—” 

“No, no, it’s okay,” Tim said. “I don’t mind. I’m just… not very photogenic.” 

“Really? I don’t know about that. I think you look great.” 

“Thanks. So do you— I mean, you look beautiful.” 

She glanced down, smiling sweetly at the floor. 

“Thanks.” 

“Okay, boys. Take five. Tim and Greta’s turn,” Cassie said.

Bart appeared at Cissie’s side and they whispered about something. Kon walked over slower. 

As reluctant as Tim was, he was determined not to show it. Greta seemed excited by the classic prom experience. So many classic experiences had been cruelly denied to her. He wanted to make her happy and if that meant posing with his arms around her waist like a traditional prom photo-op, he would do it with a smile. 

FLASH, FLASH, FLASH. 

Greta turned to face him. 

“Maybe we should do another pose?” 

“Sure,” Tim said. “Unless, I mean, do you want some with Bart or something?” 

“Oh. Yeah, of course.”  

Bart and Cissie stopped whispering. Tim walked toward the group, but Kon cut him off before he got too far. 

“Can I talk to you alone for a second?” Kon asked. 

Tim nodded. He looked unbothered, but inside, he was bothered quite a bit. 

The only thing Kon would need to talk to him about privately was if he wanted to invite someone else tonight, since this was technically Tim’s event. Maybe he decided he wanted to invite his boyfriend. Tim lead Kon to the parlor, trying not to drag his feet. 

The parlor had a high, domed ceiling, with dark, heavy furniture. The couch was pale blue, like the old wallpaper, and as hard as the floor. Tim shut the door behind them. 

“What’s up?” he asked. 

“Hi,” Kon said. 

He was nervous. 

Well, he should be. If Tim wanted his boyfriend there, he would’ve invited him. 

Of course Tim was going to let Kaldur could come. He wasn’t a jealous asshole. At least— he didn’t want to act like one. 

“Hi,” Tim said, with an edge. 

Kon bit back a smile. In this suit, the move was lethally attractive. Somehow, Tim persevered.

“I— well. I brought you something.” 

Tim’s eyebrows shot up. Kon just kept rambling. 

  “But if you don’t like it— or think it’s— whatever. You can just throw it away before we go back out there. So. Here.” 

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a boutonnière. 

A burgundy rose with ivory accents. 

It was a moment of shock like someone pulled the rug out from under him— but instead of belly flopping onto the unforgiving ground, he discovered he could fly. That was how his stomach felt at least, swooping like he was doing figure eights through the clouds. 

Tim took the flowers.

“Technically, you invited all of us,” Kon continued, finally back to his usual confidence. “But I know you’re only going because of me.” 

Something about Kon’s stupid little smirk was actually grounding. Tim found his footing with sarcasm. 

“I’m also dying to know who’s gonna be prom king.” 

“I already know. I’m looking at him.” 

That surprised a laugh out of him. 

“You’d have a better chance than me,” said Tim. 

“Really?” Kon asked. 

Tim pinned his boutonnière on his lapel. 

“Really. Especially if I was your campaign manager. Smile at the right people. Shake a few hands. And if all else fails, I’d stuff the ballot box.” 

“I don’t know,” Kon said, feigning modesty. He reached up and adjusted the flower. His hand wound up on Tim’s chest. The teasing was done when he looked Tim in the eye and said, “I’d vote for you.” 

Something was weird. 

Tim broke away, feeling flush, and told himself it was all in his head. 

“…Thanks,” Tim said, eventually. “For the flower. I feel like I’m really getting the full prom experience.” 

[storydays]

Masquerade P1

*IMPORTANT A/N: These next few chapters contains scenes that depict sexual assault. Please do not read if that is triggering to you! Reader discretion is advised*

(3rd POV)

(Y/N) yawned, as he rolled over and smiled at the still sleeping demon in his bed. After their kiss last night, the two stayed up talking about everything and anything that came to their minds. Angel told him about his human life, about his beloved twin sister Molly, and in turn, (Y/N) told him about his relationships with his parents and a past lover. 

(Y/N) had only one other boyfriend in his life time, but unfortunately, when (Y/N) was 205 his fiance was taken in an extermination. That night, (Y/N) he'd lost control of his power, and everything within a 65 mile radius was destroyed as he screamed out for his lost love. 

He raged for 6 hours until Lucifer had shown up, and quickly embraced his son in his arms, and held him as he wailed.

The prince didn't remember anything after seeing Archer being cut in half in front of him, but from what his father told him, he'd killed multiple demons and exorcists in his rage. Angel held (Y/N)'s hand as he talked, listening patiently. He kissed (Y/N)'s head as a silent, 'I'm here.' and (Y/N) held Angel tightly as he told him about everything Valentino has done to him. 

They curled up together under the blanket, (Y/N) being the big spoon and holding Angel. 

That was last night, and somehow they'd woken up on opposite sides of the bed, their backs touching. (Y/N) pressed a kiss to Angel's forehead before getting up, and walking into his bathroom to get ready for the day. 

He was singing softly to himself as he carefully finished doing his eyeliner when he felt a nudge on his foot. (Y/N) looked down at the animals, Fat Nuggets and Rocco were looking at him, as if asking for something. 

"Oh, you guys are hungry? Hang on." He walked over to feed the two, chuckling as the two made noises of joy before digging into their food. "Now it's my turn to eat." (Y/N) adjusted his clothes so he was presentable before quietly leaving the room, and making his way downstairs.

*Downstairs*

In the kitchen, (Y/N) was humming as he made breakfast for the hotel. 

"Good morning, (Y/N)!" Charlie called, walking in the kitchen with a  sleepy Vaggie behind her. "Good morning, Charlie! Morning Vaggie!" (Y/N) replied, before handing them a plate of their favorite food. 

"Oh thanks, (Y/N)." Vaggie said, as he slid a cup of coffee towards her. "You're in a good mood, big brother." Charlie noted, also taking a cup of coffee. "What? I can't do something nice for people once in a while?" (Y/N) rolled his eyes playfully, setting down Husk's, Niffty, and Alastor's plate down.

"Thank you, my dear (Y/N)!" Alastor grinned. The prince had made everyone their favorite breakfast, and had truly outdone himself. 

(Y/N) quickly put a pink and a red rose on Angel's breakfast, before teleporting it up to his room, for Angel to find when he wakes up. "Sooo are you going to be lovey dovey with Angel now?" Husk asked, raising an eyebrow at the usually quite prince. 

Caught off guard,  (Y/N) tripped slightly, spilling orange juice on his shirt. "Damn it." He groaned, using a towel to dab at the juice. "To answer your question, Husk, I don't think much will change, the only difference is we are officially together now. I'll be back." He sighed, teleporting to his room. 

*Up in his room*

(Y/N) made his way to his closet, taking off his vest and shirt, to replace it with another one. "Well, that's a nice view to wake up to, sweet cheeks." Angel's sleep heavy voice said lowly. (Y/N) turned to look at the spider who was leaning on his elbow looking at (Y/N), through half lidded eyes. 

"Good morning, tesoro." Smiled (Y/N), as he started to button up his shirt. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Bambola, these last few nights I've slept with you, have been the best sleep I've had since coming to Hell." Angel admitted, before noticing the breakfast tray on (Y/N)'s nightstand. 

"I made you breakfast, Angel." (Y/N) walked over to place the tray over Angel's lap, before pressing a kiss to the spider's forehead. "You missed," the spider narrowed his eyes, before pulling on (Y/N)'s tie, and bringing him down to a chaste kiss.

When he let go, (Y/N) blushed brightly, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie.

"E-E-Eat up and then come down. Charlie said it's show and tell today." Angel laughed loudly at the prince's bashfulness. 

*Downstairs in the lounge area.*

Angel groaned as he shook his head, waking up from being disoriented. "Huh?" he gasped, looking around the room in a panic, before struggling against his binds. He looked around, fear written over his face, when a shadow moved. "Finally awake, Angel Dust?" asked a raspy voice. "Yeah, and what's it to you?" smirked Angel before the shadow grabbed Angel by his hair, holding a knife to his throat before letting him go.

"I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault." "Hehehe! It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything." Angel said lowly, looking the kidnapper up and down.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya." The wolf demon growled, gripping Angel by his shirt. "Do your worst.....Daddy." smirked the spider. "Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!" moaned the onscreen Angel.

The Hazbin Hotel members sat around the TV watching with mixed emotions: Sir Pentious and Charlie were weirded out, Vaggie watched through a narrow eye disgust written on her face, Niffty was smiling, laying on the table, kicking her legs as if she was watching a cartoon. (Y/N) was cringing at the way Angel acted on screen.

He knew from last night that Angel's real moans were something sweeter and real.

"Ya know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-x-i' award." Angel said smugly where he was leaning against the couch, legs resting on (Y/N)'s lap. 

"It's uh..very..honest? Oh.." Charlie groaned, looking away. "Ew!" Vaggie gagged as the onscreen Angel moaned, "Oh, harder, daddy!"

"Okay! Enough of that. Angel, what the fuck?" Vaggie growled, covering Charlie's eyes as she held a hand over her mouth, looking sick.

"What?!" asked the spider, "(Y/N) told me it was 'Show n' Tell' day. I'm shown' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker." Angel pushed his chest fluff up, mimicking tits as he rolled eyes at the thought of his arch rival.

"Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene." Husk commented from where he was cleaning an glass. 

Angel sat up on his knees to glare at the cat, "Alright, dickhead, what makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?" he demanded. "You really going to sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?" Husk asked. 

Angel gasped, "Fuck you! This is classy art!" He gestured to the TV where he was getting his ass bitten by the wold demon. "Ohh, fuck!" He moaned.

"Angel, tesoro, don't take it personally. All artists have their critics." (Y/N) tried to soothe the spider. "That's bullshit." snapped the cat demon. 

"He gets drunk and bitches about it all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point." Angel rolled his eyes as Husk continued.

"That one," He pointed at Pentious, "That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!" The snake flinched as everyone turned to look at him: Charlie looked weirded out, Vaggie and (Y/N) were making threatening gestures, and Niffty just stared at him.

"Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own." Husk looked at Charlie who smiled uncomfortably. "What?! No, I--what? Pffff, no,no." She crossed her arms uncomfortably. 

"This one," Husk motioned to Vaggie, "judges everyone and everything because she hates herself." Vaggie groaned. 

"Prince (Y/N) here, keeps everyone arms length because he thinks he's too dangerous to let others in." (Y/N) avoided Charlie and Angel's curious glances as he fidgeted with his wrist band. 

"And Niffty..." Husk trailed off as Niffty held a finger over her mouth mischievously, mimicking Alastor's dark smile. "Hehh...You don't even wanna know what her deal is." He scoffed drinking his cheap booze. 

Angel cackled, kicking his feet like child. "You weren't kidding! Haha, wow!" He laughed in Vaggie's face before turning towards Husk with a grin. 

"Kitten's got claws. Meow!" He jokingly purred at Husk.  "And you!" Husk hissed, "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are." "Oh, me? Fake?" Angel mocked, leaning against (Y/N)'s chest, checking his nails. "Wow. I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor. Dumbass. And--" He was cut off by his phone ringing, "Hold that thought." 

He got up to walk a little away before answering, "Hello? Uh, yeah I'm--I'm..No, No, I just..I.." Angel suddenly got nervous, "No I-I'm not...But uh..Yeah..I'll be right there." The spider hung up, before turning around with a wide grin, though you can tell he was still nervous. 

"Well, uh, looks like Val needs me for an...uh--emergency shoot." He started to walk towards (Y/N) to bid him goodbye, when Husk muttered, "Uh-huh, sure." 

"You know what, fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me." He pulled a pair of pink shades from his chest fluff with a smirk. "So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic." He hissed, flicking the cat off, putting his shades on before walking over to the prince, and pressing a kiss to his forehead, "A più tardi,  guance dolci.(See you later, sweet cheeks.)"

He made his way to the door, when Charlie ran in front of the door, blocking him from escaping.  "Angel! You can't leave yet. We haven't finished our exercises for the day." She tried pulling him away from the door, when he pulled away, waving her off. "I'm sure you'll manage without me."

Charlie slammed the door again, "There isn't much time for the hotel to prove itself!" Angel pinched the bridge of his beak before taking his sunglasses off, and leaning down to look Charlie in her eyes. 

"Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything, but unless you can fix my boss," He gently moved her from in front of the door, placing his shades back over his eyes, "There's nothing you can do." He slammed the door, finally leaving. 

Charlie groaned, sliding down the door, pulling her face down with her hands, "Ughhhhhhh, why is this so haaaaard?" 

"What am I doing wrong?" She asked Vaggie and (Y/N) as they approached. "Well, I mean, you're the princess of Hell." 

"So?" Charlie was confused what that had to do with anything, "So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you," Vaggie smiled, placing a hand on the princess' shoulder. "But maybe, you can..I don't know..command a little more....authority." Vaggie grinned. 

"But that's so mean..." Charlie whined. "It's not mean, exactly. It's uh..aggressive kindness." (Y/N) tried. "Okay.. I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss that I convince him to let Angwl spend more time at the hotel!" Charlie said excitedly. 

"Sure, whatever gets you there, babe." Vaggie smiled. "Come on, Charlie. I'll go with you." (Y/N) scooped Charlie up and flew out of a nearby window.

*At the porn studio*

Angel flopped onto a bed, running his hands over his body, "Ohhh! Daddy I.....uhhhh?" Angel trailed off, pulling the script from under the pillow he was laying on.  He scoffed and sat up, "Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?" 

"Just improve it. Do you think anyone watches for the dialogue?" Valentino purred, asking his assistant director. "Action!" He called. 

Four sinners dressed in BSDM clothing and ropes in their hands burst into a side door. "Oh, no." Angel covered himself with the covers, "So many burglars.... and only one me. Whatever shall I do?" He cooed, before looking down at the script. "I guess I'll have to do all of you!" He lowered the blanket, as another sinner pinned him down to bed. 

"Ohh! So, what are you gonna do ta' me?" Angel grinned, eyes glowing slightly. 

He looked over the demon's shoulder and caught sight of his boyfriend and his sister walking in. "Charlie? (Y/N)?" he gasped. 

The demon above him looked confused, "Uh, my name's Rocky." "No one gives a shit." The spider pushed Rocky off him. 

"Oh, so this is where the magic happens." Charlie said excitedly. She turned around just as a woman was taking her bra off, showing off her breasts. Charlie and (Y/N) both blushed, Charlie appreciating a nice set of boobs, (Y/N) just happened to be a very modest person, so that was a lot to him. "Oh, wow, that is--" The siblings gasped seeing another porn star being felt up by another and having oil poured on him.  "That is a lot." The siblings both muttered in unison, (Y/N) peeking through his fingers as Charlie watched wide eyed.

(Y/N) and Charlie were suddenly pulled to the side by Angel who was wearing  a pink fur robe, looking terrified. "What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?!" he whispered harshly. 

""I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where I please." Charlie said snottily before whispering to him, "I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel." "And there was no way I was letting her come by herself to this....place." (Y/N) grimaced. "Now, where's your boss?" Charlie asked, before being jerked back by Angel. 

"Oh, no, no, no,no, no, no, no, no. You two are going nowhere near Val--" "Angel?" called Valentino. "What is the fucking hold up?"

"I'm coming!" Angel called, pushing the two royals towards the door. "Not off camera, you're not!" snapped the moth. 

"Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working, and we will talk about this, I promise. But first you've gotta go." He begged, eyes wide with fear.

"Ah! Your Majesty..Oh! And His Royal Highness as well! What a treat!" Val grinned, approaching the group. 

"Oh shit." Angel cursed under his breath. 

"Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. What can I do for such--" He licked Charlie's arm, as she cringed, "Oh, no thank you", "Mm! Lovely specimen!" He went to do the same to (Y/N) who pulled out his angelic knife from his side pocket. "Touch me and I will shove this in your eye sockets and finger fuck the holes." Charlie and Val stared wide at him, while Angel snorted softly at his boyfriend's strong dislike of being touched. 

"You two don't want roles, do you? Because I could make you both stars. Make us all richer than well, your papito.." Val dipped Charlie before (Y/N) pulled her behind him. "Fuck no!" They both said. 

Charlie cleared her throat, "Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressivly kindly speak with you about Angel." (Y/N) noticed Angel waving his hands no with a desperate look in his eyes. "Later, of course. We wouldn't want to stand in the way of you work." 

Val turned to side eye Angel who flinched before turning to the Prince and Princess. 

"Well then, make yourselves comfortable, Your Majesties! And enjoy the show." Angel quickly ran back to his bed before Val could get more upset. "Well, let's take this shit from the top!"

"Action!" The assistant director cackled. (Y/N) stood next to Valentino, looking uninterested on the outside, but on the inside he was filled with worry.

Angel was slammed into the bed, "Oh, wow, mister robbers, I sure hope you don't hurt me with those big...guns of yours." 

"Don't move, you spicy little, uh...cock sleeve or else I'll....." He was distracted by the mic dropping into the shot, and everyone looked over to Charlie whispering to the mic man. "We do trust exercises everyday in the morning..."

(Y/N) face palmed, "Damn it." "Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?" Val demanded. "Ooh, I'm sorry. Were we too loud?" Charlie smiled apologetically, the demon she was talking to walking away and glaring at her.

"I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel."

"Not at all, Princess! It doesn't bother me one bit." Valentino replied in a high voice, glaring at Angel who flinched. "You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more--" Charlie tripped over a cord, causing an electrical fire to start. 

The crew and actors disappeared, screaming. Angel curled into the bed, "Oh, shit." He and (Y/N) made eye contact as the prince mouthed, 'I'm so sorry.'

Val stood up, glaring at Angel as he shook slightly in fear. "Oh my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry." Charlie apologized trying to put the fire out. 

Valentino opened his wings and put the fire out with a growl. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." groaned Angel. "Oh, my gosh. I am so, so, so, sorry. I--I can clean this up. I--I can--" "Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that." Valentino smiled before turning to Angel with a frozen smile. 

"Angel, can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?" 

Angel avoided looking at (Y/N) as he scurried after the moth man. 

* This scene contains some triggers! 

In Angel's room*

Valentino slammed the door as Angel turned to him, "Val, I didn't know that.." Angel yelped as Val slapped him. "Val, I--"

"You really think you can have Lucifer's little bastards fight your battles for you?" Val threw the spider into a chair, making Angel back up in fear.  "Val, please, I'm sorry she--"

"You brought them here to protect you?" asked Val as he lit a cigarette. "To fuck with me?" he demanded, using the smoke from his cigraette to bind Angel's upper hands behind his back.

He grabbed the white haired demon by his neck, making Angel wheeze. "Ow! Val, stop!" He begged as he was slammed into the couch.

"You think she can get you out of work?" He growled, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "No! No, that's not what I'm trying to do. No--" Valentino threw the spider across the floor making Angel gasp and pant.

"You know she can't do anything." Val used his smoke to make a chain around Angel's neck, pulling him up to look at the contract Val had him under. "I own you. Or have you forgotten that?" he said, menacingly.

"No." Angel whimpered, close to tears. Val put the contract away before leering down at Angel. "When I say, 'come', you say?" "Yes, Valentino." Angel looked at him in the mirror as Val grinned and leaned down, "When I say, 'you're fucking 20 guys before lunch', you say?" 

"Yes, Valentino." Angel lowered his head. "When I say, 'you better get that fucking cunt out of my studio', you say?"

"I.." "You say?" growled the moth. Angel held his free hands up, "Look, Val, she just gets involved in everything. The prince is just her body guard...I'll-I'll them 'em to leave. Just don't hurt them." He begged.

Valentino lifted Angel up by his collar, "I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky, you make me money. Now, you're going to go get rid of them,  and then you are filming all night." He threw Angel to the ground again, missing when Angel glared at him from the corner of his eye, before he turned to face the overlord. "Get me?"

"Yes, Val." Angel shook in fear. "Good." smiled Val, before roughly grabbing Angel by his arm and slamming the door behind them.  

"All right!" exclaimed Val loudly. "Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!" He threw Angel towards the bed, Angel catching himself and looking down, thinking about how to get rid of Charlie and (Y/N).

Charlie shifted into her demon form, "What makes you think you can treat him like that?" She rushed forward when (Y/N) caught her by the arm, whispering to her, "Charlie, no." "Charlie! Just stop!" Angel screamed, startling the two royals.

(Y/N) narrowed his eyes at the fact that Angel was now sporting a black eye...which he didn't have before he went into the dressing room. 

"Angel...what are you talking ab--" "Charlie, leave!" Angel started to push the siblings to the door. "But.." "I didn't want you ta come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse." "I just wanted to help you." Charlie whispered. "Well, you ain't!" 

(Y/N) looked at Angel's eyes and realized he was still terrified. He wasn't yelling out of anger, but out of fear. 

Fear of Valentino.

"Okay, okay, Angel. We're leaving now." (Y/N) soothed, Charlie looking at him confusedly. "Please. Let me finish my work." Angel spoke softly, glaring slightly as Charlie went to keep arguing. (Y/N) quickly snatched Charlie and started pushing her out the door, before pausing and turning to look back as Valentino touched Angel's shoulder, the porn star clearly uncomfortable. 

He narrowed his eyes, hearing Valentino purr, "Good boy."

*Outside with the siblings*

Charlie watched as her brother walked, shoulders tense. "Um, (Y/N) what was that about? Angel's your boyfriend, shouldn't you be fighting for him?" She asked, gasping when she saw (Y/N)'s eyes were not only in their demon form, but he also had tears pooling in the side of his eyes. 

"Of course I want to fight for him, Charlie! But we were just doing more harm than good in there just now! Did you see that black eye? He didn't have that when they went into that dressing room." (Y/N) turned to kick a trashcan down and broke a window before laughing darkly. 

"(Y/N)?" Charlie asked. (Y/N) wasn't going to hurt her, she knew that, but it was still unsettling whenever he acted like this. The prince turned to face her with a dark look, eyes wide with murderous glee, a wide smile that made him look like a jester with how wide he was grinning, and the wind started blowing, moving his hair, making him appear way more demonic than he usually was. 

"Oh, don't worry, my sweet little sister. Angel will be free soon enough. Valentino is going to get what's coming to him real soon." 

*End!*

[gothicgender]

Heeeeeeey I loved your Velvette head-canons !

But now I need somehting with Alastor. I want to see how accurate you can make him !

What do you think about some fluff with Alastor ? For example slowly dancing with him or visiting Cannibal town with him.

Thank you !

I was waiting for someone to request something like this.

I love Alastor but some fans just make him...less Alastor. He is a maniac and a sadistic man that warms up really slow to someone, like we see him with Nifty. Also he is a manipulator sooo yea...

Fandom : Hazbin Hotel

Type : one-shot

Genre : fluff/ romantic

Warnings : female reader, she/her pronouns used, aroace reader, manipulation, reader doesn't know how to dance, 20s slang used !

Summary : Slowly dancing with Alastor before the battle with Adam

''Whatever redemption really means, I know you all tried. I have seen the good in all of you. And it's...I-I'm just...I love you all, so much, and-and live tonight however you want because-''

''We're all gonna die!''

Those words echoed in your mind for the rest of the night. How were you, the others residents of the hotel and a bunch of cannibals going to battle against THE Adam and his exorcists ?

You couldn't help but look down at the others whiel they were having the night og their lives before the battle. Worry was filling your thoughts. How were you going to live ? How were you going to battle against them ? How were you and the others going to survive ? You sigh and look down at your hands.

''I dub thee, King Roach.''

''Oh, to understand your twisted little mind!''

Maniac laughter brings you out of your thoughts and make you turn to your left to see Alastor and Nifty laughing togheter. How could they be so calm and relaxed when they could be living their last night right now ?

''Why the sad look, my dear ? Like I always say, a smile is a valuable tool ! What's eating you, hmm ?'' Alastor asks you while Nifty rushes to kill some bugs. He lifts a hands to pinch your cheek.

''I'm not sad it's just that....I don't know, aren't you afraid for the battle ? What if we aren't going to make it ?'' You look back down at the others.

''Afraid ? Ha ! Why are you afraid ? With the weapons we have and my help, I think we are going to bumb off those useless beings'' He says his smile widening careless about the big event coming up.

''But...what if we don't ? I don't even know what to do. Charlie said to live however we want and everyone is except me. Aren't you going to do something to make this night memorable for you ?'' You ask Alastor, feeling desperate to do as many things as you could that night...just incase you don't get to do it ever.

Silence fills the air, the only sound being laughter and voices from the others that were at the bar.

Suddenly Alastor clears his throat to get your attention. He exteends a hand to you and leans forward a little.

''I suppose I have an ideea for the night.'' He says and waits for you to take his hand.

''...What is it ?'' You ask him, curious and weirded out at the same time.

''Just a little dance ! Back in the day when I was alive I would always impress the women I danced with. I was quite the hoofer around my town. Come on, baby, I know the best songs !'' He says with a the same big but prouder smile, holding your hand and bringing you closer to himself. He didn't like physical touch that much but it never harmed to dance.

''Alastor, no...'' You protest, as he pulls you away from everyone's eyes and a radio appears on the floor next to the two of you.

''Alastor..I can't really dance'' You sigh and look away embarrased. ''Ah, there's no need to worry my dearest ! Like I mentioned, I always was the wonderful, copacetic dancer ! Just follow my lead and you'll be a ritzy hoofer in no time with a teacher like me''

He says and then an old song from around Alastor's time begins to play. It was a slow but rather elegant song with a man singing about his lover.

Alastor begins to sway you around, holding one of your hands while his other arm was holding your back. I told you to hold his arm and you did, keeping the pace with him...or atleast trying.

''See ? You're already learning sweetheart ! There's no beef big enough to not be resolved, you are quiet a fast learning babe'' He says and begins to dance a little faster. You keep dancing with him as the music continues.

He continues to yap about how he used to dance and freqent a speakeasy. He explained his favorite dances that were the tango and black bottom, tho he only used to dance black bottom when he was really canned. It was a relaxing thing to do when everything was about to go downhill. The dance bought you a nice, pleasant feeling of relaxation as you moved along with the demon. The conversation went on as you kept asking him questions about his time in the 20s. He didn't respond to all the questions but atleast you got an ''I love jazz and used to play it at the radio.'' and a ''I didn't have much time to dance and visit the speakeasy but when I did I was the floorflusher''

You didn't realise when the dance slowed down and when your head begun to rest against his shoulder but suddently the music stops and Alastor pinched your cheek again to bring you back to your senses.

''It was a delightful experience (your name), but as the others went to rest I realised you indeed should too. So, break it up and go to bunk. I need to take care of something first. Sleep well, my dear and thank you for the dance. It really brought back memories.'' Alastor laughs and kisses your hand, a thing he always used to do after finishing dancing, then walks away while you make your way to the stairs. You thank him quietly with a soft smile, feeling just a little tad better.

A dance, 20s style one can sometimes make you feel better and think about something else except the battle.

So, I don't really like how this turned out but uhm- yea....anyway I used a lot of slang from the 20s because I imagine Alastor would most likely knew the slang I mean..he is a radio host.

I kind of rushed the end because I really didn't know how to end it plus it's late and I literally want to sleep so bad (My sleep schedule is really fucked up).

Hope you enjoyed it tho, I liked to reserch the slang.

Thank you for requesting, darling.

[annab-nana]

Hi Anna!🥺 I have a request for your winter wonderland sleepover🥺

Scenario: told parents about SO and now you have to rope someone into it for the holiday with Eddie🥺🥺

please i love this request sooo much!!

warnings: not proofread

❀ masterlist ❀

why?

that was the only question you could ask yourself as you hung up the phone.

why?

why in the world did i do that?

why did i say that?

you had to talk this out with someone and there was only one person who could help you make sense of this. so, you got in your car and drove to the trailer park.

"hey- woah," eddie started to greet you when he opened the door, but you were on a mission, beelining it to his bedroom. he just shut the door and followed you there. when he passed through the doorway into his room, he saw you lying on your back on his bed with your hands covering your face.

being your best friend, he could normally sense if the issue at hand was a more serious one or a dramatized one. today, he was picking up the vibe that it was the latter, so he crawled into bed beside you and copied your actions.

"why are we laying here like this?" he asked out loud, his voice muffled by his own hands.

when you responded, he couldn't make out many of the words you'd said. "can you repeat that? i only got because, christmas, and parents."

you lifted your palms up off your mouth but kept your eyes hidden by your fingers. "because i'm an idiot. i didn't want my family nagging me again about not having a boyfriend yet, so i told them there is someone when there isn't so now, i have to find someone in the next two weeks or show up at my parents' house with no one and get interrogated even more so than i would've if i had just kept my mouth shut."

once done with your explanation, you let your palms drop back down over your mouth and groaned into them. your body rolled over onto your stomach and closer to eddie. he moved onto his side and brought his hand to your back.

"hey," he started softly while rubbing between your shoulder blades in a comforting manner. "i'm sure it'll work itself out. how many times have you gotten yourself into something and figured a way out? too many to count, so i don't doubt you'll do it again."

suddenly, you lifted your head out of your hands and looked at him, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"that's your not-very-good-idea face," eddie commented. "i'm a little worried."

"i don't know what you're talking about. i only come up with great ideas and i've got another right now. but, it'll take some convincing."

"just spit it out already."

"you love me, don't you, eddie?"

"okay, now you're scaring me."

"well, i was thinking you could step in and be my fake boyfriend for the holidays, just to get my family off my back, you know. you don't have to kiss me or anything. at most, you'll have to hold my hand or kiss my forehead or be close to me. but, it's perfect because you know me so well already. we'll just have to come up with a backstory. eddie, i'll do whatever to make it up to you whether that be do your laundry, help with d and d stuff, do your homework, whatever, but pleas-"

eddie cut you off. "i'll do it."

you weren't expecting it to be that easy. "really?"

"yeah, why not? wayne's working on christmas so i'm free anyway and based on the stories you tell, i've always wanted to meet your uncle charlie. i get something to do on christmas and get to hang with my best friend. i would've said yes before the whole speech, but now that i know i can get some stuff out of you, i might cash in some of those favors later."

you jumped to wrap your arms around him. "oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, eddie! you don't know how much a relief this is."

"yeah," eddie spoke, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing. that was the one thing he forgot about before agreeing to this whole thing. it was going to be hard to keep his crush on you hidden, but for you, he would risk it all. "no problem."

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Hallway Crush

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining

PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual

A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife

As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.

"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,

Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.

"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,

Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,

Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.

"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,

To which a return the favor with a middle finger.

"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,

Watching me walk away.

"Completely uninterested in your existence"

"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,

Unashamed of his delusion.

I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,

I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.

I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.

"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.

"Hi"

"Hi", she greeted sweetly,

I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.

"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,

"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"

"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,

Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.

"Thanks"

"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"

I hesitate for a moment.

"Well-"

"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"

"No!"

My suddeness catching her off-guard.

"I mean, I don't...have to study"

She raises her eyebrows at me.

"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"

"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,

Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.

"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"

"Yes", I replied,

Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.

"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,

Walking off.

Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.

~

The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.

Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.

Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.

Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-

"(Y/N)!"

Fuck, too late.

I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.

"Come on", she says over the loud music,

I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.

"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,

As I took a seat next to her.

"Of course not", I replied,

Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.

"You look really good", she says,

Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.

"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,

It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.

"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,

"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,

Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.

We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.

"Okay okay"

"Hm?"

"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,

Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.

"Sorry!", I exclaimed,

Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, you're just really funny"

She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.

"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,

Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.

"Ignore them"

I smile and discard of the used napkin.

"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,

"Sure"

We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.

"Want some?"

"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"

That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.

"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,

Pouring herself a new glass.

"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,

I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-

"(Y/N)?"

Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,

Leaning closer towards me.

"Nothing", I say,

She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.

"Are you sure?", she pressed on,

Taking my hand in hers.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.

Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.

It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.

Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.

"Finally", she whispered,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,

Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.

"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"

I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.

The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.

"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."

She gives me a worried expression.

"I've never...like..."

That's when it hit her.

"You're a virgin", she relaxes,

I nod shyly.

"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,

"No, I am!", I say,

"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,

She cups my face.

"Do you want me to show you?"

I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.

"Yes...please", I pleaded,

"Okay", she smiles,

Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.

I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.

"God, you really are perfect", she praised,

As I grinned in excitement.

I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.

"Don't do that", she says,

Gently moving my head to face her.

"You don't have to hide anything from me"

She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.

Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.

Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.

"So good for me", she mumbled,

Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.

"Can I?", she questioned,

As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.

"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,

The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"Yes", I answer,

Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.

I could already feel my knees going weak.

"You taste so good", she praises.

Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.

Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.

"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,

Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.

That was all she needed to hear.

She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.

It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.

"Come here", she says,

Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.

"K-Kirby"

"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.

It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.

I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.

"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,

Making me giggle against her.

"Hey"

"Mm?"

"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"

"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,

About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.

"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,

"But for now, I was thinking..."

She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.

"Is that-"

"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,

Taking the strap on out.

"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"

I bite back a smile and look back up at her.

"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"

"I am", I cut off,

"I trust you"

She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.

"But...", I pull away,

"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,

Making her laugh to herself.

I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.

She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.

She smiles and takes my hand.

"That makes the two of us", she smiles,

Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.

"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"

"I won't", I promised,

"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"

"I know. I trust you"

"Okay", she says,

Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.

She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.

"Don't do that", she whispers,

Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.

"It'll make it hurt", she warns,

"Deep slow breathes, baby"

I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.

"There she is", she praised.

She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

Once I was ready for more, I let her know.

"Y-You can move", I whine.

She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.

Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.

"So needy", she teased,

Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.

With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.

As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.

She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.

"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"

Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.

She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.

"Shhh", she comforted,

Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.

It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.

"Think you could spend the night?"

"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,

"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,

Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,

"No no no no no, you called me something"

"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,

"Well, don't you wanna be?"

"Yes!", I squeal,

Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.

"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,

Tucking my hair behind my ear.

Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Heyy I love your writing for pretty much all your characters. I saw your dialogue prompt request was open sooo here I am 😭.

Maybe “Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.” With Charlie (no one writes for him hardly). The man has to have a good amount of scars since he works with dragons.

Have a wonderful day.

omg yes! I love this so much! thank you for liking my writing, love! 🥰 I also agree that Charlie doesn't get the love he deserves so thank you for requesting him! have a wonderful day too! I hope you like this (since I usually have Charlie being the one hurt, I switched it here, hope you don't mind 😊)

"Hi" you smiled innocently at your boyfriend who looked like he could kill someone.

"Hi?" he glared at you. "Hi? That's all you have to say to me? You show up on my door burned, bruised, and with cuts all over your skin and all you have to say is... hi?"

"Um... yes?" you tried, looking up at him sweetly but his glare stayed. “Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is” you said, walking inside and past him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked as you moved through Charlie's hut, looking for the medicine kit you had used many times on him.

"Charlie-"

"No, I'll answer that. You weren't thinking! Do you have any idea how dangerous what you did was?"

"Really, Charlie? Enlighten me, and tell me why what I did was any different than what you always do?" you asked, getting upset.

"This is not the same and you know it!" he snapped. "You don't have the same training that I have-"

"I have the same training as you, Charles!"

"No! Your job is to take care of our baby dragons-!"

"Yes! And one of your dragons was getting to my baby dragons! So, what was I supposed to do?"

"YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO STAY THERE TO TAKE CARE OF IT BY YOURSELF!" he yelled.

You felt upset that he had raised his voice and he could see it in your eyes as you just stood there with the first aid kit in your hand.

"You done? Got your whole man thing out of the way and you're ready to talk to me and help me now? Or should I just do this myself?"

You sat down on Charlie's table and he begrudgingly followed after a few seconds, sighing frustrated. He grabbed the kit from your hand and grabbed your arm, starting to fix you up in complete silence.

"I'm sorry I yelled" he said after he was done.

"I know" you said with a small smile. "It's okay" you told him.

"What you did was not okay, love" he said in a soft tone, grabbing your hands in his. "I need you to understand that" he insisted. "I can't- I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you" he said as you noticed his eyes watering a little.

"I'm okay, love" you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. "I'm sorry I worried you. I know how that feels" you said with a small smirk.

"I'm sorry I ever worried you like this" he admitted, pulling you to sit on his lap and burying his head on your neck. "I'm so glad you're okay" he sighed, feeling like a weight being lifted off his shoulders now that you were safe here in his arms.

"I love you" you smiled, looking at him to give him a peck on the lips but he pulled away and you pouted. He let out a small chuckle, unable to resist and giving you a kiss on the lips.

"I love you too!"

[jacksdinonuggets]

Caregiver Lucifer

Wow another fic where charlie is overworking herself? sooo original...

thats basically the plot. Please request something so i stop doing the same plot so many times.

Things at the hotel were stressful as usual. Charlie was trying to come up with plans and evidence that sinners could be redeemed while Vaggie had to stop everyone from fighting or Angel from getting everyone uncomfortable. He really needed to know about boundaries.

However, Charlie didn’t feel like taking a break. If she would then she would be in a block and no longer come up with ideas. It was a common thing that happened to her.

As she was doing more paperwork and coming up with plans in her office area, her phone rang. She saw the caller was her dad and picked it up.

“Dad?” She answered tiredly. She really hoped he wasn’t calling to tell her about his new magical rubber ducks.

“Sweetie! How are ya? You doing good, I hope?” He asked in his usual upbeat attitude.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” She absent mindedly replied, not paying attention and instead focusing on her work.

Lucifer frowned from the other side of the phone. It didn’t seem like she was okay. Usually she pays at least a little attention to what he says. Something must be up, he concluded.

“What's the matter, Charlie?” He asked. Upon barely hearing it, the girl was caught off guard.

“Wh-what? Could you repeat that?” Charlie said, wondering if she heard that right or was just too tired.

“I said, what’s the matter? You seem upset,” 

“I-I’m not upset! I’m just,” She yawned, “working,”

“Yeah, but its sounds like you’ve been at it for a while. Something must have happened if you aren’t taking breaks,” He said, concerned.

“I’m fine, Dad. The hotel is just… stressing me out a bit but i’ll be okay,” she promised.

“What about doing that thing you told me about a while ago, age re-pression?”

As much as Charlie would love to just be little and have her dad take care of her, the hotel and her people needed her. Heaven’s genocide was coming up very soon and she needed to be prepared.

“It’s age regression, and No. I don’t have time to be a stupid baby, its a dumb coping mechanism anyways,” she told him, getting a bit annoyed. She didn’t mean to have an attitude towards him, she was just really anxious and unfortunately took it out on him. She also knew she shouldn’t have called it stupid. It wasn’t fair to her little self inside of her. She was just trying to push it away.

“Hey, Its not dumb! Vaggie told me it helps you a lot. And if it helps, its not dumb,” He said.

“Whatever, I’m busy and need to get back to work, I’ll talk to you later,”

“Well, bye, I love y-” Charlie hung up the phone before he could even finish saying goodbye. She knew it was kind of rude but she just couldn’t handle it right now, especially with the fact that he brought up her coping mechanism. Now that she was aware of it, she wanted to do it more than anything.

Back at Lucifer’s place, He knew something was up. Charlie never acted this disrespectful and gloomy or from what he’s heard. He wanted to go visit her in person to see how she was doing. Besides, he needed to get out of his rubber duck house and into his daughter's life. But before he left, he had an idea. Grabbing his sewing kit, some fabric and yellow fur, he began to work.

He showed up 30 minutes later to the Hazbin hotel with a medium sized gift box in his hand. He opened the door and saw Vaggie pacing.

“Hey, Vaggie, What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Charlies been stuck in her office for more than 3 hours now. I’m getting worried but she won’t come down or even talk to me,” She explained.

“I’ll try to talk to her, okay? Don’t worry too much, you’ll feel sick after a bit,” He told her before heading upstairs to her office room.

He knocked on the door but didn’t hear a response. Another knock and she answered.

“Go away, I’m busy,” a muffled voice from inside the room said.

“No, I’m worried about you, Apple pie,” He answered back.

“Dad?!” She immediately knew it was him due to the apple pet-name. She opened the door and saw her short, king of hell, dad, in front of her.

“What- what are you doing here?” She asked.

“I told you, I’m worried about you. You don’t usually give me an attitude and that concerns me,” He sat her down on one of the couches inside and sat next to her.

“Here, I made you something. I hope it helps this stressful situation,” he gave her the gift wrapped box. She held it in her lap before taking off the top. Inside was a soft, stuffed ducky. It looked very similar to her old baby stuffy. She used to go every where with that stuffed toy. She wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. But once she grew older, it disappeared. No one knew where it went but Lucifer seemed to have gotten in a fight with Lilith that night.

“Is- is this Quacky?” she asked, voice cracking a little. She was slipping very quickly.

“Not really, I tried to remake him since we lost the original. Is it okay?”

Charlie took Quacky out of the box and gave him a big hug. He was soft and warm, just like the original.

“Thank you…”she mumbled.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I was hoping it’d help you regress,” He explained. He really wanted his daughter to know that she was safe with him and allowed to be herself around him.

“O-okay, I guess i can,” she finally agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay a big kid any longer. Lucifer was ecstatic. His daughter liked him now! She led him back to her room where she kept all of her stuff. She took out her pacifier and plopped it in, fully getting in the headspace. 

Once Lucifer poured apple juice into her sippy cup so she’d stay a little bit hydrated (water is better but he’s spoiling her), she handed him a red onesie

“Oh, do you need help?” he asked to which she nodded. He made quick work of changing her into the onesie. He couldn’t help but awe at how cute she was in it. The onesie with the pacifier was so adorable on her. She quite literally looked like a little toddler.

“Aww, who’s a wittle baby?” He picked her up from the armpits, making her giggle.

“Me!” she answered, laughing. His eyes teared up at the pure adorableness that was going on.

He put her back down again and she began to play with a few blocks. She was very confused but had fun learning the shapes and colors. She dug through her bag as she got bored again and found a big fidget toy. She sat down again and began playing with it. Her attention was fully on it, not getting bored of the squeaker button once. 

As Lucifer watched, he noticed how her hair was very messy now that it was down and really needed a combing. So he summoned a brush and sat behind, softly combing it through her hair as she played with the toy. She would giggle every time the bristles would tickle her scalp and flap her hands.

Once he was done, Charlie flopped onto the floor and began sticking her limbs in the air. Lucifer had no clue why she was doing this but it was so cute that he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Is not funny!” She sat up and spat out her pacifier and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sorry, my little apple, I wasn’t laughing at you, though,” He ruffled her hair and handed the pacifier back. She looked at him with a glare but took the pacifier anyway.

As Lucifer cared and played with his child, he realized how much he missed out on during her childhood. He was always working and she mainly grew up with Lilith. It wasn’t fair for both of them. And now, he could finally spend some time with the baby he neglected.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Caregiver!Alastor Headcannons 📻

A/N ~ Maybe I got a bit carried away and wrote more than normal 🤭. In my defense, I am sleepy, kinda regressed and really quite like his character sooo 🤷🏻

Understanding regression wasn't something that he immediately understood however he was willing to make the effort to learn.

^ Started off as a case as he wanted something to do for entertainment, therefore he came to the conclusion what would be more entertaining than filling a Caregiver role. He didn't have any bad or negative intentions but wasn't really focused on much other than the entertainment originally. Shortly after looking after a regressor for a while he realises that he actually enjoys the role more than he thought he would.

Although he doesn't really like physical contact for the sake of a regressor I feel like he'd be okay with it.

^ He is capable of lifting Regressors. (he is very strong 😌)

Charlie was literally the only one that trusted him with you, like at all.. Husk was the most cautious, always keeping an eye on you when he could.. Everyone is incredibly shocked as they all realise that Alastor does actually care.

"My Dear", "My Darling" & "Sweetheart" are his go to nicknames.

He is an amazing cook (Something he learnt from his mother) and I definitely see him genuinely enjoying cooking with a Regressor, it's a fun bonding activity!!!

Another thing he is amazing at that he learnt from his mum is sewing. Did your Plushie or clothes get a bit ripped? That's okay because Alastor can fix it and you won't even be able to see that there was ever an issue in the first place-!!!

No TV. He hates it.

^ He loves sitting with you and listening to music on the radio. So so calming.

^ Also dancing to the music together in his radio tower.

Another activity he loves is reading. Doesn't matter if it's you reading a story to him, or him reading to you. He loves it all the same.

Tea Parties with him and Rosie >>>

He has a very calming voice and will quietly sing/hum to help a Regressor sleep.

The absolute best at coordinating outfits (him, you and your stuffies of course!!!)

SO protective. Like, if he's not with you one of his shadow are.

His go to babysitters are Rosie and Husk. Rosie's his best friend (they are platonically married your honour) and he knows that although Husk doesn't like him between Husk never even thinking of hurting a regressor and the deal between the two of them he knows you'd be safe.

He has brought you to an overlords meeting before. Everyone (apart from Rosie obviously) was beyond baffled as this is not the Alastor they know. (You spent your time with Carmilla's daughters whilst the overlords all spoke 👍🏻)

He would occasionally let you nap on his lap in his radio tower as he broadcasts.

I feel like he's the type of Caregiver to store all artwork you do in a binder to keep it safe. (He will literally never admit this information.)

For Regressors with longer hair, he absolutely would be good at styling hair.

He can and will spoil you. He has powers which means he can literally summon objects, there is no way he isn't spoiling his little one with that ability.

I truly do not believe he'd be able to decipher baby talk. Will just stare at you like "👁️👄👁️"

[mildmayfoxe]

big fan of your romance novel complaint posts (love to see a fellow hater living it up) but i’m also curious if there are any you would recommend? not looking for anything in particular, just would love to hear your thoughts as someone else with nitpicky reading habits and a taste for trash

ok hello. i left you hanging for a FULL week and for that i am sorry but i wanted to be able to have some time to sit down and type out a real answer to which the short version is YES of course there are several that i have enjoyed!! my disclaimer is that i almost solely read gay romance so if you are looking for lesbian or even straight reccs i don't have much for you (although i will put a couple at the end anyway). hopefully something in this list is interesting to you or at least interesting to someone else! links are mostly to goodreads. break bc i'm gonna write too much

-kj charles is one of my fave authors in this genre bc they're all pretty reliable and there's a ton of them. they're all historical fiction and usually there's at least one murder- she's good at keeping a plot going while developing a romance. often supernatural or magical elements. sometimes cults! i've read almost all of the books she's written and have enjoyed them all

-charlie adhara wrote a really incredible werewolf series that i loved, the first of which is the wolf at the door. this is one of the only series i've read which keeps the emotional stakes up through the whole thing & kept me interested in a relationship after it was established bc sooo many series get boring the second the leads get together. i actually read the first book of the spin-off series (a pack of lies) first which is technically possible but i don't recommend bc i was like "wow they're really throwing me in here. i love it" and then i read the first series and i was like "oh i was supposed to know all this stuff." but i actually liked the dynamic between that couple better and i'm suffering every day because the next one still doesn't come out til 2025 and i read it in 2022. also worth noting that this (the original series) is cops-ajacent (~federal special agents~) and one of the characters is really prejudiced at the beginning & imo doesn't have enough character growth before it's waved away but if you can ignore that it's really good. mysteries! werewolves!

-speaking of werewolves (i could suggest several but i'll keep it to two) tj klune's wolfsong ends up at the top of a lot of gay werewolf novel lists (i'm keeping tabs) and there's a good reason. i enjoyed it a lot. made me kind of sad which is always a good sign to me. the writing voice was very fresh and novel at first but i did find it a little grating by the end so i've put off starting the second book in the series (it's also about a different couple which was disappointing) but i will get around to it. i enjoy tj klune in general although his recent stuff has a very different vibe than this and lightning struck heart is very 2015 in a bad way imo

-bone rider by j fally is a standalone that really delighted me. the russian mob? aliens? vaguely western? possession? throuple? it's got it all. very fun

-ok speaking of westerns there's this other series called magic & steam (yes it's steampunk. sorry. it's very silly) that starts with the engineer. a federal agent is sent to a town to apprehend a ~madman engineer~ except he runs into an infamous outlaw in the process. and the outlaw is really sexy. and probably why i enjoyed the series so much. the series also keeps them apart a lot in a way that i enjoy- i love when things take a long time. it's ongoing so this is another one that i keep checking for updates on

-i've read a lot of stuff by nr walker and they tend to be VERY hit or miss for me but one of my faves is evolved which is almost pure smut. it's about a sex robot that gains sentience. what more do i need to say. she also wrote a three-book series about an amnesiac that made me cry cry cry. and her cowboy (australian rancher) series is pretty ok. i could go through a list and tell you which novels of hers aren't worth it and which ones are good; i've read most of them

-salt magic skin magic by lee welch was a big surprise to me. cool magic, good folklore, fairies in there too. historical. big kj charles vibes which makes sense bc she edited it. welch also wrote a book called seducing the sorcerer which i had more mixed feelings about but had magic in it that i think about OFTEN (the horses)- that one's about an imposing sorcerer and a rundown groom cum handyman. and they're in their FORTIES!!! 🥳🥳🥳 (i love when books are not about 23 year olds)

-another one with a magic system i enjoyed was magician by kl noone. this was the first book i read by this author and i liked it but generally i find their books are too "nice" for me. i'm in the middle of one right now that i started months and months ago that i keep trying to go back to and it's sooo rough for me. but this one and the twelfth enchantment are pretty ok

-emily tesh wrote a duology of silver in the wood and drowned country that i loved because i am suuuuch a sucker for a wild man/green man story. really good. haunting! evocative! kj charles has a green man story too which was actually the first thing i read of hers (spectred isle)

-i complained about the monsterfucker book i was reading a while back but despite that i will also recommend the series it's from: lily mayne's monstrous, which starts with soul eater. are they messy? yes. are they repetitive? yes. are the monsters usually disappointingly humanoid? yes. are a lot of them about the military? also yes. so we're starting off on a bad foot. but the world building is interesting and there's LOTS of kinds of monsters and most of them were pretty fun. the one i just read (#7) was the worst one of the bunch though imo. and i have problems with #6. but 1 2 and 5 were good

-ok i should do a quickfire round. honeytrap: about two enemy agents during the cold war. put it off for a long time bc i didn't love that but it takes place over a VERY long period of time which is always interesting to me. zero at the bone: about a hitman who needs to protect a witness to a mob hit. really strong start but fell off a bit in the middle to the end imo.

-you'll notice a lot of these have subgenres of like fantasy historical supernatural etc but here's some regular contemporaries. a lot of these are about sad guys bc those are my favorite. best laid plans: hardware store owner helps a guy fix his house. in the middle of somewhere: same author actually. guy moves to small town to work at a college. mr jingle bells: this is a christmas one. bad title. fake dating. part of the reason i think i liked it so much is because i expected it to be awful but it was actually pretty good. good emotional stakes. published 2021 but feels very 2014. ignore that part. work for it: i rated this five stars but actually don't remember much what it was like. i think they were both really sad which i love. give me big emotions and i eat them right up with a spoon. i should read it again

-OK now i've got some straight & lesbian options. talia hibbert's brown sisters series is good and cute. she also wrote work for it, above. the unhoneymooners is the first real Romance Novel that i read and it really surprised me because i had fun! previously i had kind of written off romance novels as not for me but this kicked off a reading habit that is still going strong (primarily reading romance novels). i read this in 2020 so it might not be as good as i remember. as for lesbian options olivia waite has a series that i enjoyed that's also historical, and a friend of mine really enjoyed delilah green doesn't care (but i haven't read that one myself). and while not really romances i will always be a sarah waters fan: you may recognize her as the author of fingersmith, which is the novel park chan-wook's movie the handmaiden is based on. if you haven't seen the movie or read the book i recommend both. her books are very dramatic lesbian historical fiction; they don't always have happy endings but they're all very good

ok i think that's the end! regular disclaimer that romance is generally not a genre notable for Good Writing so a lot of these are just things i had fun with or just stuck out in my memory for having fun conceits etc. i can't guarantee that any of these are actually good, especially because this is a list solely based on my own taste and bad memory. would love to hear anybody's thoughts and/or if anybody has recommendations for ME!!! this post took me over three hours to write! crazy!

[trashc-anon]

hazbin hotel is polluting my mind so if I were the editor's intern: reco

• either stretch the season into 16 episodes or cut the plotlines in half;

• definitaly cut Alastor's screen time in half (if not more)

• make up your mind how much of the pilot is canon (especially regarding Lucifer)

• episode 1 is good as is, a soft reboot from the pilot without getting in too much detail and I love hating Adam, "Hell is Forever" is banger (i hope the music writers were properly paid and Disney learns why AI is a bad idea!)

• episode 2 is a problem, because Sir Pentious presence is only because of the V's, make that episode 2/2;

• ep 1/2 - Charlie and Vaggie leave the hotel to recruit; Sir Pentious attacks, all on schedule

• Charlie or Vaggie save some of the eggs from being crushed; when the "battle" is over, Pentious is cautiosly agrees to entertain their hospitalty; angel is untrusting;

• "Starts with Sorry"

• leave the Vs as unseen foes, and Alastor's only appearance is his shadow at the end of the episode (Overlords are mysterious unseen threat)

• episode 2/2 - Vs are anxious that Alastor is with the princess;

• see, the first couple of episodes make sense, but they take away from the girls and the hotel

• but "Stayed Gone" is sooo good! maybe use at a later date?

nevermind

• "Stayed Gone" is a fun song, BUT it doesn't make sense for Alastor, mysterious serial killer, to have childish rivalries; why didn't he kill Vox back when he rejected him and Vox got 'pissy'?

• either make Vox less pathetic or less there;

• soooo, episode 3/1 is would be trust exercises

• i actually liked Angel's plan with BDSM, he's not wrong and I wished he had the chance to be an adult that LIKES sex separate from the victim that uses overtsexuality as a defence mechanism

• each character could have their own moment to show what trust means to them; trust comes in different shades;

• between Angel and Maggie we see sexual intimacy and surviving extreme situations; Husk has issues with openess; Niffty with intrusive thoughts;

• IN FACT! actually stablish WHY Husk and Niffty are part of the exercises! they're not guests, Husk says as much, they are employees LOANED by Alastor; they're not there to earn redemption; *vague hand gesture in confusion*

• OKAY - Overlord meeting... ehhhhhh

• i still want to cut Alastor's screentime! whats the point of the meeting? screentime for the overlords, the dead angel (which we know, but main cast won't until episode 7) Carmila being responsible is important, we need to know who to ask for help, but ugh. I get its also, prelude that you need love to fight and win against angels, but its never stablished in canon, Carmila says it to Maggie to use as internal compass to keep her fighting beyond pain and fear; bloodlust is distracting, love is focused;

• my delight with Zestial being all dark and yummy need to take a hike for the sake of - what am i even doing any more?

• I can't help but think how much of these decision are also based on Voice Actor salaries; because Keith David (Husk) gotta be expensive and for a character that is literaly always presented he almost never talks; and just, ALL of them being expensive and ~ahahah better make fewer episodes if you want big names in your projects~

• ughhhh that's when you know a series has issues, when trying to fix you run into a thousand more problems;

• i would respect how much they put into 8 episodes, ONLY IF it's true they didn't know they would get season 2. Because in that case a bunch of these plot lines needed to be dropped, I don't care how fanfavorite the character is;

• the Vs serve no purpose what so ever, you can easily have Valentino as a lone villain (also less confusion about hells social rules about SA and abuse);

• Lucifer should've been the last big name to enter screen; work up to the trial with Heaven for S2E01 (why even a trial)

• just how PLOT heavy is this series that Viv needed Lilith's bomb to drop in season 1? which is a major inconsistancy for a series based on the theme of redemption, a CHARACTER heavy theme;

• as it is, i don't see how Sir Pentious being redeemed is a good thing, because he died before entering Heaven, so other souls need to die too and hope it's not forever? wouldn't that fuel Exterminators cause to kill in name of 'clensing'? (holy shit, the more I write the worse it gets)

• IS there an primordial EVIL to scare the angels so badly?

• omg I hope they won't try to bring actual GOD into the series; I know there is concept art floating around, but please, do not;

• Supernatural barely got away with it in Season 5 because it was a funny 'what if' and made it got bad in Season 10 (?) (no series should ever emulate Supernatural, its a warning I mean it, don't, not worth it, you don't have 10+ years of dead horse to beat)(the fans, me, stayed out of, idk, regretfull loyalty)

• my english is not good enough for this... KAY IM DONE NOW! BYEEEE

[salllzy]

Sal's snippets #5 part 1

Sooo, I have messing around with something and came up with this. I had a lot of fun with this.

-------- Lucifer knew that one day his indiscretions would come to light, he knew that Charlie wouldn't be happy with him when she found out. But he had underestimated just how much she would be hurt. "How could you? You cheated on mum!" The tears in his eyes hurt far more than her rage and as much as he wanted to try and explain the situation, he could get his mouth to form the words that he wanted to say. "Oh, please. It is an open secret that Lilith was cheating on the King for the last eight centuries of their marriage more often than not taking five or six demons into her bed at one go and you are having a go at him for finding comfort?" Gold eyes moved to the demoness that was sitting on the settee drinking a cup of tea, her red eyes so similar to Alastor's had thrown him for a loop when he had first seen them. It was hard knowing that he had a second daughter and one that he had never known about until fifteen minutes ago. "This is a family matter!" Charlie whirled around and snarled at other demoness, but despite Charlie being older than her, she merely raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You are meant to rule Hell if anything happens to him? Truly, you are an unruly child that seems to think that Liliths shits rainbows and can do no wrong. But let me tell you something, the demons of Hell would rather stand behind Lucifer than Lilith. Why? He doesn't pretend to be something that he isn't, you may think that your mother is a kind and gracious woman who has hoards of loyal followers who worship the ground that she walks on. Newsflash, no one does. The only reason that anyone wants to get close to her is because she will open her legs for anyone." With grace and elegance, she stood up from the settee and looked Charlie in the eyes, Charlie had a good few inches on her and yet it looked as if Charlie was on the losing side. Charlie clenched her hands into fists and for a moment Lucifer feared that Charlie would attack the other demoness, Alastor appeared and stepped in between the pair and despite having his back facing towards the other demoness, there was no doubt in anyon's mind just who he was protecting. "Perhaps we should all take a few minutes to cool off hmm? Wouldn't want to rebuild the wall after all." Despite the words, it was clear that it wasn't a suggestion, with a look of hurt and betrayal Charlie fled from the lobby. Lucifer wanted to go after her, to try and explain himself but he knew that she wouldn't listen to anything that he would say, Charlie had made up her mind. She was much like Lilith in that regard. But no matter how much she hurt him, he would still love her. She was his daughter. He would always love her. But she had hurt him, badly. He didn't know why everyone always assumed the worst of him and never gave him a chance to explain himself. This was Eden all over again. "Sarah." Alastor's voice was soft in a way that Lucifer had never heard before, he hadn't even known that Alastor could use such a tone. "Dad, I know that you don't want me to be here but we have a problem." Lucifer wondered what sort of problem it could be before the TV blared to life and was now broadcasting the fact that he had an affair with the radio demon. A murderous look appeared on Alastor's face, his eyes turned into dials and his body began to creak and groan as he fought the urge to shift. "Vox." The vicious snarl that Alastor let loose had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge, Lucifer had never heard Alastor sound like that before. Oh, sure he had heard him annoyed and irritated but never like this. "That was what I came to warn you about, thankfully they don't know about me and I have my people running interference as much as possible. But it is going to take some time." Despite how young she was, Lucifer couldn't help but admire her, she had seen a problem and tried to fix it before it became an even bigger problem and when that didn't work she began working on damage control.

[radioisnotdead]

"Sooo, are we friends now?"

Vox blinked. The sudden question caught him off guard. Lucifer had just walked into the room and fell back onto the couch, comfortably leaning back beside him, so a question like that was entirely out of the blue.

"..Come again?" He grinned nervously.

"Well... y'know." Lucifer made a few vague gestures.

"I- No, I really don't."

Lucifer's eyebrows furrowed and he looked straight ahead of him. He crossed a leg and folded his arms while he looked for the words. Vox simply waited, placing his phone down.

After a little bit of silence, Lucifer spoke quietly.

"Would it be stupid to say that because we both hate Alastor it would automatically make us friends-?"

Vox snorted at his expense. "A little, yeah. But I get where you're coming from, I guess. The enemy of your enemy is your friend, as they say."

Lucifer's eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"Glad we're on the same page!"

Vox gave him a small nod and went back to his phone.

A few minutes of quiet, the only sounds being Lucifer's soft breathing and Vox tapping on his phone.

"..Hey, so-"

Vox looked up, slightly exasperated but amused.

"Alastor isn't the only reason we're friends, right?"

Vox tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean," The king continued, a little anxious. "It just seems a bit... Y'know, insincere, for our whole relationship to be centered around him of all people."

"Hmm.. I guess you're right."

They sat for a moment, thinking.

"We could take a page outta Charlie's book?" He suggested, clicking his phone off.

"Huh?"

"Remember when she tried to make Vaggie and Alastor get along?"

Lucifer perked up. "When they had to compliment each other?" He grinned. "That was so fucking funny. You want us to do that?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Alright! Me first. Mmmm..."

Vox waited, somewhat excited. It was probably unreasonable, but y'know. Free compliments. As he watched Lucifer think, he couldn't help smiling gently. The whole situation was pretty odd, but fun nonetheless.

"Well, you're funny sometimes. Your little antennae are cute, though I guess that doesn't really count. Hm.. your voice is nice to listen to. Kind of a shame you don't have a podcast or anything, I'd listen to it. Anyway, you seem like you'd give good hugs."

"Is that really a compliment?" Vox grinned, feeling his screen glowing just a little bit brighter.

"Totally! Hugs are the best." Lucifer folded his arms confidently. "Don't believe me, just try it."

"Mmm... Nah. Not one for stuff like that, all soft, y'know?"

Lucifer frowned. "Seriously? When was the last time you were hugged?"

Vox glanced at him, staying quiet. When was the last time-? Velvette wasn't very touchy either. Valentino definitely was, but he was less gentle and comforting than.. well, overtly sexual.

"...Unimportant."

"Is not."

Vox sighed, feigning annoyance.

"Fine." He sat up and opened his arms.

Lucifer blinked.

"..Hug me, dumbass."

"Oh! Okay!" He looked absolutely thrilled.

Pulling Vox up from the couch after jumping up himself, he tugged the TV head into a hug. Lucifer's arms wrapped tightly around Vox's waist as he looked up at him excitedly.

Admittedly, Lucifer was right. Vox.. really didn't mind this. His hands automatically came to rest between Lucifer's shoulder blades and he smiled, looking away.

"Okay, fine, you have a point, I suppose."

Lucifer pulled away, instead holding Vox's hands and lightly bouncing on his heels.

"Knew it!"

Vox shook his head, unable to contain his grin, and pulled them both back onto the couch, Lucifer sat beside him.

"'Kay, so I gotta compliment you now."

"Hey, don't say it like that! No one's forcing you, y'know."

"Yeah, yeah.." He trailed off, examining the King next to him. "Well. You give good hugs, I can tell you that much. Your eyes are pretty. And shit, I might regret this, but.. your cheeks are really cute. Um- and your hair looks really soft." Vox looked away, a shaky smile across his face. "We didn't agree on a set number of compliments, haha..."

Lucifer stared at him for a moment, his legs swinging lightly over the edge of the couch. "You can pet it if you want."

Vox immediately turned to him again. "Huh?"

"My hair. You said it looked soft, why not find out?"

"Uh.. okay." He laughed, somewhat nervous.

Vox reached a hand out and tentatively threaded his claws through Lucifer's blond hair. It was exactly how he thought it would feel, light and fluffy. Definitely a pleasant experience. Valentino's moth fluff was soft, but too thick to properly feel with his claws. Comparing a moth's neck to not really human hair wasn't the smartest, though.

Vox smiled as he spent a few more seconds gently stroking Lucifer's hair. It was hard to fully appreciate how unusual of a moment this was. After all, Lucifer was the literal King of Hell, Child of God, and for Vox to be able to just sit here with him, petting his hair?

His.. mild confusion must've shown on his screen, because as he retracted his hand, Lucifer looked as if he was trying incredibly hard not to burst out laughing.

"..What?"

"You've.. You've got a few.. um, question marks? On- on your screen?" He bit his lip, unsuccessfully attempting to restrain a grin.

Vox's eyes widened and he immediately looked away, feeling the screen flicker to a childishly flashy exclamation mark.

The king snickered for a good few seconds, fidgeting with the cane in his hands as he did so.

"Yeah." Vox said after a comfortable silence, turning back to Lucifer with a smile.

The latter gave him a confused look.

"You asked if we were friends, earlier. I guess we are."

Lucifer grinned back.

☆彡★彡

lmk if you guys want more stuff like this cuz it was so fun to write hehe

as for whether they're gonna stay platonic,, idk bro??

anyway they're cute and I love em <3

[iris-shifts]

25 Days of Shiftmas

Christmas Caroling!

Prompt: "What are a few songs that remind you of your dr? Why?"

Sooo currently in my f1 dr playlist i have a shit ton of songs, so i'll be nice to y'all and just pick a few to share

lovely- Billie Eilish, Khalid

while this connects so much to shifting itself, it also reminds me of my journey to f1. just the hard work that i put in, and the isolation that i felt in the beginning because i am a woman in the sport. the main part of this is definitely that feeling of steeling myself and staying strong in my "home".

No Scrubs- TLC

now, on the opposite side of feeling isolated haha, this song definitely represents the friendships and bonds i've made. it's an iconic karaoke song, and i've definitely organised karaoke nights with the grid. overall, this song is fun, which is what my friendship with everyone is.

BIRDS OF A FEATHER- Billie Eilish

as i've said, this song is so representative of my relationship with lewis. i met him when i first started driving for mercedes and was still finding my voice and confidence. he took me under his wing and really mentored me, and we became really good friends. i treasure my realationship with him and know that he's someone i'll always look up to.

BONUS ROUND- VIBES

just some songs that all fall under the same explanation- they just have that f1 vibe

MONACO- Bad Bunny

I LUV IT- Camila Cabello, Playboi Carti

Von dutch- Charli xcx

Starboy- The Weeknd, Daft Punk

Viva La Vida- Coldplay

hope y'all enjoyed! i'm loving shiftmas so far, so i'll definitely have more of these prompts hopefully every day until christmas!