#do think charlie was the first murder. would be what would push him to keep doing it. make him realize he likes it

[miiilowo]

anyways. in an ideal reality we can ignore the fear gas shit. william started killing because evan died and he wanted to figure out how to get him back, lost the thread down the line and got caught up in experimenting with remnant and the sister location animatronics. fnaf 4 is michael experiencing nightmares of guilt from killing his younger brother and thats it and i refuse to listen to anyone else because i value my sanity and enjoyment of this special interest ive had for eight years straight

[vivwritesfics]

Petit Monstre

Lando Norris + Y/N Leclerc = In Love

LandY/N + Charles Leclerc = One very angry big brother

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"Are you a member of the Leclerc Family? Have you had to put up with these jokers for your entire life? Well you could be entitled to compensation."

Y/N Leclerc had her arms crossed over her chest, sunglasses covering her eyes, as she gestured back at her brothers. It had been incredibly difficult to get Charles and Lorenzo to participate, but Arthur had helped her to convince them.

"Call today and we at the Leclerc Justice Foundation could make you filthy, stinking rich."

The Leclerc brothers nodded their heads, sending sunglasses from the top of their heads to in front of their eyes.

The video was one of Y/N's most viewed on Instagram. It was hilarious, showing off exactly how much fun her brothers were. Y/N spent all of her time following Charles and Arthur around the world.

Her brothers were her everything. Y/N spent more time than she should have in the Ferrari garage with Charles. As his baby sister, she was his everything. Charles didn't bring his WAG to the races, he brought his little sister.

"What's up, Mon petit monstre?" Said Charles as Y/N walked over to him.

She pulled his hat from her head and placed it on her own. "Charlie," she said as she sat in the chair beside him. The hat was much too big on her head, sliding forward over her eyes. Y/N pushed it back and looked at her brother. "Do you think maman would kill me if I got a tattoo?" She asked her older brother.

"If she doesn't, Lorenzo will," Charles answered and went back to scrolling through his phone.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N draped herself over his back. "I ditched Arthur for you, you know," she muttered, giving him back his hat. "Think I made a mistake."

"No, you didn't. I'm way more fun than Arthur is and you know it," he said, finally turning to give her attention.

The youngest Leclerc sibling loved following her brother around Formula One. Mainly, she loved his friends, the other drivers she saw walking around the paddock. Of course, Charles had that rule around the paddock: No going near his little sister.

Everybody listened to that rule, everybody but Y/N. She didn't listen to her brother because, well, where was the fun in that.

Y/N avoided Max and Pierre. She wouldnt dare flirt with them. They were Charles' best friends and the first people he would murder. So, her next target?

Lando Norris was interesting to Y/N Leclerc. She had no other word for it, just interesting. Different from anybody she'd met before. Full of life and excitement. Y/N didn't know much about him until her brother introduced them (And then threatened Lando's life when he was caught flirting).

What Charles didn't know was that the flirting had continued behind his back. And Y/N was loving every second of it.

"Danny thinks I should get a tattoo," Y/N said, somewhat bitterly. "He thinks I should get a little cat on my hip."

Charles gave her something close to a glare. "No, Y/N, you're not getting a tattoo," he said, putting an end to the conversation.

But Y/N didn't much care about what her brother was saying. Not when none other than Lando Norris walked past. Her eyes snagged on his body, but she didn't let her gaze linger.

Her brother could never know. That was what the fun was, keeping things a secret from her brother. There was a certain thrill that came along with keeping things hidden. The less Charles knew, the better.

Arthur Leclerc had always prided himself on knowing Y/N the best out of all of the brothers. This wasn't entirely true though. He was slightly too young to be as protective if Y/N as Charles and Lorenzo were. He pulled her hair and pushed her around while Charles and Lorenzo helped her to cross the street. Arthur thought the most, but he didn't know quite as much as Charles and Lorenzo.

Arthur, though, was the first to work out about Y/N and Lando. Well, it was less working out and more accidentally walking in on the both of them post coitus.

It had taken Y/N a lot of time, money and love to stop Arthur from spilling everything to Charles and Lorenzo. She knew what would happen; they'd go into crazy protective brother mode and send her back to Monaco to be watched over by their mother.

If Arthur, Charles and Lorenzo got their way, Y/N would never date. She had to hide her first couple of boyfriends from her brothers, which sucked because a few of them were only with her to meet the Charles Leclerc.

While Y/N was watching Lando, her gaze a secret, Lando was staring at her through her sunglasses. He was too busy staring, almost running into a wall as he did so. They were supposed to meet later that night and Lando couldn't wait.

"Do you think you could go and bother somebody else?" Asked Charles as Y/N stole his hat yet again.

Y/N shook her head. But when she put her finger to her head in mock thought. "Well, I guess I could go and bother one of your friends, then," she said. "Maybe Carlos or Pierre or Esteban," she teased and walked away.

The fact that Charles didn't see his little sister for the rest of the day was... worrying. She was off doing god knows what, disturbing whoever. At least she wasn't causing chaos in the Ferrari garage anymore.

Y/N checked her phone. A text from Arthur, using their secret code, asking if she was seeing 'You-Know-Who' tonight. She messaged him back a quote from Harry Potter and then answered his question. Yes. Yes she would be seeing 'You-Know-Who' tonight. She'd be seeing him right now, in fact.

Hands covered her eyes. "Guess who," said a voice.

"Oh Carlos! I've been waiting for you all day!" Y/N cried and turned around, a wide smile on her face.

When she saw Lando standing there, her smile dropped. But it didn't last long. The smile was back on her face as she stepped into his embrace. "Hey," she said in a singsong voice as she looked up at him.

"Carlos, huh?" Lando tightened his grip on her, rocking from side to side as he held her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and struggled her arms out of his grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with his hair. "Just wanted to piss you off," she said and kissed him.

Lando refused to let go of her. "So, we on for tonight?" He asked, releasing his grip slightly.

As Y/N nodded her head, her phone went off. She reluctantly stepped away from Lando and answered her phone. "What the hell do you want?" She snapped at her older brother.

"Just wondering where you are, mon petit monstre," Charles answered.

Turns out Charles started to worry while Y/N wasn't causing chaos in the Ferrari garage. She was either missing or getting bad ideas from Danny.

"I'm fine," she somewhat snapped. "I'll be back soon." Hanging up the phone, Y/N placed it back in her pocket and turned to Lando. "Sorry, Lan," she muttered and wrapped her arms back around his neck. "I've got to go before Charles comes looking."

Lando let out a sigh and kissed her. "Okay. I'll meet you in your hotel room later," he said and kissed her once again. Lando released Y/N and walked away. She waited one minute before following him.

***

Y/N waited in her hotel room, sat on her bed in her favourite set of underwear. It was black with little neon yellow/green stars on it. The same neon yellow/green as Lando's LN4 logo.

There was a knock at her hotel room door. A specific knock that she and Lando had come up with so they knew it was them and nobody else. After the knock the hotel room door opened and Lando stepped in (Y/N had given him her spare key card).

"Wow," said Lando as he stepped into the room. "Wow, wow, wow." He pushed the door shut behind him and leaned against it. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Just shut up and come here," she said and grabbed a hold of him. Y/N pulled him close and pressed her lips against his.

Lando was underneath her, his shirt off as they made out. His hands roamed her body touching her waist and running his hand down her back, towards her ass. "My god," he muttered as he pulled away. "You're incredible."

"I know," Y/N said and returned to kissing him.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Y/N and Lando froze. "Y/N? It's Charles!"

"Shit, fuck, shit!" Y/N whispered as she jumped away from Lando. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as Lando climbed off of the bed. "Hide somewhere!"

"Where?"

"I don't know!"

They were frantic, running around to try and make things look normal. Y/N made the bed look as though she had just climbed out of it while Lando hid on the floor beside it. The bed was between him and the door hiding his body.

Running to the door, Y/N checked one last time that everything was normal and pulled it open. "Hey, Charlie," she said, breathless. "What can I do for you?"

Charles walked into the room and sat on Y/N's bed. "Something's up with you," he said and looked at his sister. "There's something you're hiding and you've got Arthur in on it too."

But then Charles took a closer look at what Y/N was wearing. "Is that an LN4 shirt?"

"Maybe," she said and looked away from her brother. "I think Lando's merch is cool."

Charles shook his head. "Just tell me what's going on with you, please! I'm worried about you!"

"Well don't be! I'm a big girl and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," she said.

There was a sneeze, a sneeze neither of the Leclerc siblings let out. Charles looked around the room. "Is somebody else here?" He asked and stood up.

"No!" Y/N cried, rushing over to the other side of the bed. Where Lando was hiding. Probably a bad idea, considering Charles now knew exactly where to look.

He stared for a full minute at the McLaren driver laying on the floor. "Lando," he said and gently kicked his foot. "What are you doing here?"

Lando was laying face down. It looked rather uncomfortable, but Charles wasn't ready to let him up just yet. "What are you doing here in my sisters room?"

Lando didn't answer.

"Lando?"

The McLaren driver pushed him up into a more comfortable position. "Oh, hey, Charles. What're you doing here?"

"I have every right to be here, you?"

"I..."

Y/N grabbed a hold of her brother. "Charles, he's dating me. We're dating."

Charles got up and left the room.

"Well, that went brilliantly," said Lando as he finally got to his feet. But Y/N was just staring at the door. At the door her brother had just left through. "Y/N?" He said, placing a hand on her back.

She just kept staring at the door. "He hates me."

"No, he doesn't."

"Yes, he does."

Y/N didn't speak to her brother until the next day, when she was down in the Ferrari garage, trying to get her to speak to him. "Come on Charles, you're overreacting," she said as she sat beside him.

"He's not going to talk," said Carlos as he came to sit beside her, sandwiching her in between the two Ferrari drivers.

Y/N turned her attention towards the Spanish driver. "Did he tell you?"

Carlos shook his head. "Lando did," he answered. "He's very happy."

Suddenly, Charles sat back and looked at his little sister. He stared at her, his green eyes staring into her soul. "Do you really love him?" He asked.

Y/N nodded her head. "Yeah, Charlie, I really do."

"Does he love you?"

"Yes!" Carlos answered for her.

Charles relaxed. He placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm going to say this one time and one time only, you and Lando have my approval. If he ever does anything to hurt you, Arthur, Lorenzo and I will murder him."

"That works for me."

[howlett-n-morgan]

More Than Words

2. Questions

Logan Howlett x OC!Reader

Series Summary: Having lived for over two hundred years and never having the privilege of human touch is the biggest burden imaginable... until someone comes along with the healing ability to withstand the touch of death.

Chapter Warnings: still a lot for now but: mild language, canon typical violence, mention of murder, death, mutant experimentation, and a depressive episode briefly described. Logan is a warning, especially here

Chapter Summary: The bad dreams have ceased, but many questions lurk in their place, and the meaning behind those dreams is still one of them. In the middle of all the chaos, a few things will come to light.

Word Count: 8.4k

“Of everyone here, I didn’t expect you to be keeping a stash,” he sat down on the edge of your bed, facing your back as you were hunched over the desk, writing sloppily a few notes for tomorrow morning. “I asked Scott and Storm, they had nothin…”

You put your headset on this morning. You usually only used it to drown out everything else when you really needed to. Everyone has noticed except those who don’t know what it means. Those who do, remember the times in which you were at your lowest. Back then you were practically unable to function without the damn headphones over your ears. The last time you even remember wearing them was when you first started teaching here, all the noise and rapid energy being quieted by the music in your head.

 After last night, and the confessions made to Logan, he seemed to be open to hearing more from you then… but he kept you at arm’s reach now, and you couldn’t say you didn’t understand why. He’s not just been thrust into the middle of an age-old fight between friends, but he also is struggling with his identity. 

You did however learn something interesting after hearing chatter when you woke up. Logan and Scott aren't getting along. Why? Because Logan has been relentlessly flirting with Jean. You’d scoffed when you found out. Not because you don’t think Jean is worthy of such advances, but because he was basically shooting himself in the foot by even trying to take her from Scott. 

Jean is a rare bird, and a special person. Charles argues the same thing about everyone who sets foot on the property, but with her, it’s especially true. She’s smarter than most people you know, having gone to a college outside of the education given by Charles and the others. She even attended school alongside you for a while, although it only took you a few semesters to realize you weren’t cut out for the medical field like she was. You have to be able to touch your patients, after all.

She had a lot to offer, and anyone could see that. Even excluding her powers, which were enough to level a city on their own. She was kind, nurturing, and very strategic. All of those things combined with the looks of a super model made her one of the most desirable people in the entire mansion, so even though you and Logan made a connection, you don’t find it hard to see why he’s taken with her. 

It may bother you just a little, but you would never admit it to anyone who asked, not even Charles. 

All of this is not why you put on your headset, but it could be a contributing factor. 

You’ve just met Logan, or at least officially. It stands to reason that you shouldn’t have an inkling of feelings yet. You can’t imagine that would be how it goes. In any rational situation, you have to get to know him. That’s how relationships work.

You remember how it was with Charlie, how it took more than one night of talking late when everyone else was asleep. You got to know him, and got to see his kindness and compassionate heart. You’d seen who he truly was, and it warmed your heart and soul, despite not being able to touch him. You don’t know Logan yet, but you imagine he’s not as soft and kind, nor gentle or compassionate. He seems like sort of a lone wolf, and the type to push away everything except for what he’s got his eyes set on. You don’t even know if the connection you made was real, or if he was just looking for company…

He has nightmares, but you don’t know why. It’s only one relation, that’s all. Maybe he’d only asked you to stay because he was frightened of them, just like you are of yours.

You’d gone back to your room near the hours of sunrise, and fell back asleep before your alarm woke you, but you were still exhausted, and wondered if he was facing the same conundrum. It was only when you went to ask him about it that he became colder to you than the night before. He’d given a stiff answer and gone about his morning, which you were confused by, since he wasn’t a student, nor a teacher.

You passed him in the halls throughout the day, and nodded to him with a sweet smile. He doesn’t really return it, just kept walking. You think that maybe he just didn’t see you, or was on his way to do something else and couldn’t pay attention, but then at dinner he refuses to look at you, and you can’t for the life of you understand why. 

You decide to block him out, to deal with the more pressing matters. The school, the mutant rebellion, and Rogue, the newest recruit. 

She’s like you in a few ways, and you feel sorry for her. You hope that by passing on some stories that maybe she can find hope in her powers. They are a gift and a curse, but she holds them wonderfully well already.

You found her on the back balcony, overlooking the gardens. She’d been sitting alone for about an hour, but didn’t seem to be bothered, just enjoying the peace. You debated whether or not you should disrupt it, but the second she heard you behind her, she turned. 

You had been organizing things back where they go, following the mess of mutant children to try and keep the house in good shape, and now that you’d found yourself with her, you wanted to say a few things. You peeled your headset off and sat beside her, offering a smile first. Her energy felt stiff, like she’d been unwelcome where she was. 

“You settled in yet?” 

She shrugged, unsure of what to say. Even in a place full of people like her, she was an outsider. “I guess I’m getting there.”

It was silent for a moment, and you sensed her energy was low and draining. She must have been sad, or angry, or even flat our forlorn about her powers and the danger they hold. 

“Y’know, when I first found out about my powers, it was the worst day of my life,” you started, but quickly followed up, knowing the words were not inspiring. “They are a blessing and a curse, but for most of my life they were a curse… until the Professor found me. Now, I’ve learned to use them to help people. You can, too.”

It should have helped, but her feelings on the power she held didn’t waver, she just wanted to know what she was in for, and you knew better than anyone what she would face.

“Did you ever… hurt anyone?” she asked sincerely, turning to face you but managing the distance. Both your touches were lethal and dangerous.

“Yeah,” you sighed, looking out to the gardens and hoping that the serene ambience would keep you in a good state of mind. “Most of them were the people closest to me. Always an accident, but still a deadly one.”

“I’m sorry,” she dropped her head, unsure of herself now, too. She didn’t know how to control it, or even subdue it. It may not even be possible. 

“Don’t be sorry, it was a long time ago… I’m a lot more careful now.”

“They told me how old you were, how long you’ve been around…” she trailed, looking for a good way to ask such a terrible question. “How have you lived that long without being able to touch the people you love?” 

You understood why she was asking. Of course, she was concerned about her future, but also her present. She’s a runaway, who’s left her entire family because of her ability. She must be feeling the lonesomeness that all mutants inevitably face at one point in their lives.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, trying not to become emotional. You’ve loved many people in your lifetime, many people you’ve lost early, or at the right time, but you could never go with them. You can’t seem to die, but everyone else does when you need them the most. “I think that being here is really what saved me. Not only knowing there are others like me, but knowing I can have a family who doesn’t fear me, doesn’t judge me. Even knowing all the things I’ve done.”

“You didn’t do them on purpose, did you?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’m still responsible for them, for the people I’ve killed.”

You’ve killed people. How many, she doesn’t know, but she feels as though you’re the only person that can understand her. That can understand being afraid of herself and what she can do to others. She knows that you’ve probably gone decades and decades just trying to learn how to be more careful, and that she’ll have to learn, too. 

“You said you’d hurt people you love… what happened?” 

This was a very soft spot for you. Even after a century, it was still an open wound. Something that would never fully heal, because there was no way to achieve closure over it. What’s lost is gone, and your powers were the cause.

“I was engaged once,” you dropped your gaze to your lap, looking at your hands and the way they were so well fitted with the green gloves. You practically never took them off. 

“Engaged?” 

“Yeah, engaged. I’d somehow managed to find the single man in the entire universe that didn’t require me to touch him to achieve his affection…” You trailed, trying not to go into detail. Searching for a small distraction, you fiddled with the hem of your sweater, pulling loose threads to ignore the sad memories. “I touched him by accident.”

“And he died?” She widened her eyes, both upset for you and becoming more afraid of herself. She doesn’t want to fall in love, not if she’s going to hurt that person eventually. 

“He did,” you wiped your hand over your eyes before any tears could even fall, and then let it rest back in your lap. “But you’re not gonna make the same mistake that I did, I promise. I’ll help you.”

“You will?” Her eagerness to accept the assistance was clear. “Thank you.”

“Of course… and don’t give up hope. There could be someone out there that can withstand your powers just as they are.” 

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to offer such things to her, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

Her brow furrowed, unsure if what you were saying was true. From your earlier words, you’ve been around a long time and it’s never happened for you. “Sounds impossible.”

“It’s not impossible,” you told her, standing up from beside her on the bench. “Nothing is impossible.”

You left her on that note, and went back inside. 

-

On your way up to bed, you caught Logan in the hallway. You gave a tight lipped smile on the way to your door, expecting him to be cold like he was throughout the day… but he fell into stride next to you, walking to his own door. 

“You guys got anything good to drink around here?” he asked, partially as a joke, but usually never going without a drink for more than a day was catching up to him. 

“This is a school, Logan,” you turned to him with a laugh and a light smile. Maybe he’d struck out with Jean and was off her coattails now. 

“Well I can see that, but I figured with a limited number of adults chasing after a million kids, someone’s gotta be drinking at the end of the day,” he leaned against his door frame, and you had completely turned to face him, neglecting your door knob which you had reached for originally. 

You huffed a sigh, shaking your head at him. You may or may not have a bottle of Jack hidden where no one can find it. If anyone in this hell hole had a reason to drink it was you, but you never did it in front of the kids, or nearly anyone else. You reckon Charles or Ororo would march up to you if they found out, voicing their concern. 

“Stay quiet, and don’t say a word about this to anyone…” You opened the door, letting him follow you in before closing it and locking the knob. “Under the bed, back right corner.”

You allowed him to go fishing for it himself, going to your desk in the corner to make sure you were caught up on everything and prepared for tomorrow’s history quiz before you settled in for the night. He’d already been ready for bed, seemingly just roaming the halls and looking for alcohol at this late hour. 

“Of everyone here, I didn’t expect you to be keeping a stash,” he sat down on the edge of your bed, facing your back as you were hunched over the desk, writing sloppily a few notes for tomorrow morning. “I asked Scott and Storm, they had nothin…”

“I surprised you, huh?” you ask, not even throwing a look over your shoulder. You may have an interest in this man, but since you started teaching here you were always efficient, and that wasn’t going to stop now. 

“Yeah, a little,” he chuckled, taking swigs straight from the bottle. It had been more than half full the last time you drank from it, so there was a decent amount. “You just seem like the innocent one.”

This made you drop what you were doing and spin your chair around. “Innocent?” 

He smirked at your furrowed brows, but having known of your mutation, he was willing to guess everything and even bet on it. “I believe that’s what I said.”

You tilted your head at him, the look on your face making him grin even more. 

“I don’t think I like that word,” you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest and thinking of all the reasons why. “I’ve done and seen things that would be considered unfathomable to other people.”

“I don’t mean how dangerous you are, I mean how corrupted you are,” he kept on, another swig taken from the bottle. “And I think you’re innocent.”

“I still don’t like it,” you shook your head, laughing a little and reaching for the bottle, which he was all too happy to hand over, fingers brushing your gloved hands. “I prefer inexperienced.”

“Does it matter? It means the same thing,” he argued, watching you take a nice lengthy drink of the whiskey in your hand. 

“It does matter, actually,” you were all too happy to correct him. “Innocence implies that my mind is pure of corruption, but really, I’ve just never been able to do the things I’ve thought about.”

He rolled his eyes, taking back the bottle and trying to keep up with you. He pointed to your head with a swirling finger. “Yeah right, I’m sure you’re just all kinds of perverted up there.”

You just giggled and looked at him for a moment. He was funny, he was handsome, and he was clearly interested in your favorite choice of alcohol. Just more things to connect on, you supposed. Maybe feelings weren’t so far down the road, after all. 

You blinked out of it when you realized you’d been looking at his bare arms for too long, the beater he wore left little to the imagination as to how fit he was, and it was a nice view to take in, but not this late, and certainly not with a bottle of Jack. 

“I should be getting to bed soon, big test tomorrow…” you trailed, standing up and going to the door. It was late, no one else should be awake, but you still wanted to make sure. “You can take the whiskey for the road, if you want.”

“I’ll get you another one,” he returned, knowing that by the end of the night, the bottle was likely to be empty. He’d not had Jack Daniel’s in a while, so he was grateful for the favor. 

“No need,” you shook your head as he met you in the doorway, peering down and clearly shadowing you under his tall form. You had to take a breath and smile to break the tension you felt, as it was thick and heated. “I really should stop drinking here, anyway.”

“I’m happy to pick it up in your place,” he smirked, still standing right in front of you. If anyone had stepped out of their room, they’d see how close he was looming. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked hopefully, knowing full well that he could respond with an empty promise, and still be cold to you as he was today. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you.” 

And he left without another word.

-

You awoke in the middle of the night to chaos in the hallway. You were surprised not to be plagued with nightmares for once, but the screams of your next door neighbor didn’t exactly settle you back into your pillows. You heard footsteps outside your door, and when you sat up, Ororo opened the door without knocking, the urgency of whatever situation that had happened started to set in. 

“There’s been an accident,” she looked to you with an expression of fear and shock, leaving the doorway as soon as she could see you were scrambling to your feet.

You could feel the energy, it was all over the place. Kids were scared, and so were some of the adults, Ororo being one of them. You ran into the room, avoiding the touch of everyone you passed by, and stared at the scene playing out. 

“What happened?” you rushed over to where Jean and Scott were hovering over Logan, his unconscious body thrown over the bed and seemingly in a state of paralysis. 

“Rogue, she touched him,” Jean was working the best she could to try and keep him from death’s door, but even with her skilled hands, she looked afraid. “He’s fading quickly, she may have drained too much of his regeneration.”

You tried to think quickly on your feet. She drained his regenerative energy, but you could restore it. The manipulation of energy was clearly something you were all too familiar with, but you were afraid if his regeneration was too low that he might die from your mutation. 

If he’s already going to die, you’re going to do the only thing you know how to try and save him. 

“Jean, move,” you reach for him, and she practically dives out of the way of your bare hands. 

“You’ll kill him!”

“Just trust me,” you said, your hands finding his shoulders. You heard gasps behind you when your skin met his, and they all started whispering, assuming that if he wasn’t dead before, he definitely was now. 

You focused your energy on him, using what was inside of you and around you to build back up what had been inside of him. His mutation, his strength and endurance, and most of all, his healing capability. 

“Alice, he’s dead,” Scott nearly scolded you, shaking his head. He wasn’t fond of the man, but that didn’t mean he wished him to die… and now he had, by your hand or Rogue he wasn’t sure. “What did you do?” 

You ignored him, and all the ones whispering behind you. You could feel his life force, like a branch in the air around you, reaching out just the smallest bit, but not strong enough to hold growth yet. You were slowly building it, letting it stretch out until his own body could take it from there. 

When he took a sharp inhale of breath and his chest started to rise and fall again, everyone nearly fell over out of shock. No one said a word yet, because they were too stunned to speak. 

Logan was still in bad condition, but you trusted that his healing could help him out from here. You pulled him onto your lap, head resting against your body as you felt for a steady pulse, and saw the color returning to his hands and arms. 

“I got you,” you whispered, holding him close. This was the first person that you’d ever been able to save with your touch, as before, it killed everyone who came across it.

“Alice?” Jean called from behind your shoulder, her mouth still agape and her eyes wide. “Alice!”

You looked to her, only slightly fearful that she may tell Charles about this, and then you’ll be in for an earful. He was the hand that guided you along the terrible pathways of your life, but he was also the one who reprimanded you when need be. 

“He’s alright,” you promised her, but she still didn’t come closer. Scott however, was completely baffled and had a million questions. 

“How did you do that? You can’t touch anyone-”

“I can touch him,” you answered shortly, your arms still wrapped tight around his limp form. “Just him.”

Jean shook her head and snapped out of her train of thought. There was too much to be asked, but this was not the time for it. Logan still needed more treatment, despite the help you gave. You stood up to accommodate her, keeping your eyes on Logan and making sure he was still okay. You could feel his energy restacking, like building blocks in the air around you. 

“Start talking,” Scott pressed, the urgent situation now overshadowed by a need for answers. Ororo joined Scott in front of you, her expression holding more than just shock at this point. She looked nearly excited, but you couldn’t say why. 

“I know him,” you said, trying to start slowly, but knowing the two of them, it wouldn;t be good enough. “When Striker had us, he got Logan, too. He doesn’t remember it, but he saved my life… yours too, Scott.”

“That…” he trailed, shaking his head. He’d done the same thing that you’d done. He blocked it out of his memory. That didn’t mean that it didn’t happen. You just had a better reason to remember it. “That can’t be possible… he’s touched you before?” 

“He practically dragged me out of that cell,” you told him, and he recalled the day of the mutant prison break. He remembers a man helping them, but never imagined it could have been Logan. 

“How is it possible? I’ve seen you drop some of the most powerful mutants where they stand, no one survives being touched by you,” Ororo was the one to pitch in this time, her question not so much one of what, but how?

“His regenerative ability. The way Charles used to explain my powers to me, he said to think of my skin like a radioactive energy poison. When such a poison is absorbed into one’s body it can cause it to shut down. My powers work the same way, just a thousand times stronger and faster. The thing is,” you pointed behind you, where Logan was slowly gaining small bits of health. “His regen mutation never allows my energy to be absorbed… I can’t kill him.”

“Scott?” Jean called from the ground, trying and failing to lift Logan on her own. “Gonna need a little help here. I need him in the med bay.”

Scott shook off the conversation, focusing on the matter at hand. 

When Jean and Scott got Logan through the crowd of kids, they all dispersed back to their rooms. The only two remaining were you and Ororo. 

She stared at you for a moment, wondering if you were going to leave, but then watched as you shuffled around in Logan’s things, looking for what you leant to him. You were hoping by some miracle that there would be some left. 

“Aha,” you let out, grabbing the bottle from inside the dresser drawer, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig. There wasn’t much, but there was enough to ease your mind at this late hour. “Want some?” 

“You really think this is a good time to be drinking?” she scoffed, crossing her arms and watching you fall back onto the foot of his bed. 

“I think it’s the perfect time to be drinking,” you held it out to her, wondering if she’d actually take it. 

She tried to keep her adult habits outside of the school, but these were tumultuous times, and she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to allow it under the circumstances. 

Out of the silence, she turned to you, right as you took your next slow gulp of the smooth liquor. 

“So,” her pause and sigh were unneeded. You knew what she was about to be getting on about. “You can touch him…”

“Yep,” you looked at her, a thin lipped smile on your face. You really didn’t have much else to say, but she did. 

“I know you never got over Charlie,” she spoke gently, not wanting to pinch a nerve, or bring up bitterness in a moment like this. The calm after the storm, no pun intended. “But maybe this is your chance…”

“A chance to what?” 

“You know what I’m talking about,” she leaned into your eyeline, still careful to stray from any of your exposed skin. 

“Yeah,” you muttered, “I know.” And then with the last swig in the bottle, you felt the warmth of the drink, and the tiniest bit of a buzz. “I don’t think Logan’s that kinda guy.”

“You don’t think he’d commit to a relationship?” 

“I don’t think he’d commit to me,” you corrected, shrugging your shoulders. You wished you had more to drink after that revelation, but unfortunately, this empty bottle contained the only bit of alcohol on the entire property. 

“He seems loyal, maybe you just need to know him better,” she encouraged, bumping her clothed shoulder with yours. Always a kind gesture, one of friendship and to show she held no fear of you like others did. 

“He doesn’t even know himself,” you chuckled a little. It may have been a bit of a mean joke to make, because you can’t even imagine how hard it is for him, but still you laugh, because you know him better than he does. “I know who he was that day.”

“When he saved you?” 

“Yeah, saved everyone,” you dropped your head, focusing on your hands and trying to keep your mind from falling down any bunny trails. “He was a hero. I think he still might be.”

“You should tell him that.”

“I did,” you chuckled, tossing the whiskey bottle back into the soft pillows of the bed to rid your hands of it. “He didn’t believe a word I was telling him…”

She sighed, knowing that with your stubbornness, and your fear of hurting people, you may opt to keep him at arms length, regardless of his ability to touch you. She knew about Charlie, and what you did to him. She knew you’d sworn off love since that day, over a hundred years ago… but she still had hope that this could turn into a part of your happiness. 

“Don’t give up on him so fast, alright?” She asked, her eyes turning to that of a puppy dog, pulling at your heart and nearly making you comply. 

“I won’t.”

-

Rogue went missing the next day, and while you’d been chomping at the bit to find her, you were unfortunately called to the office of the professor. You wondered if you were in for a stern talking to after the previous night’s events. 

“Take a seat,” he began, staring out the open window at the setting sun, and the children on property who were playing in the grass before dark. 

You did as you were told, not because you wanted to, but because you respected Charles enough to listen to whatever diatribe he was about to drone on. 

“I’ve had quite a few people visit my office today on your account,” he turned his chair around, his face not one of disappointment like you thought it would be. He didn’t look upset at all, nor did he look like he was going to reprimand you for being careless with your abilities. “I must say, I was surprised to hear of what happened.”

“I know it was careless of me,” you defended, unknowing if it was even necessary, but wanting to cover your bases, anyways. “But I can explain.”

“There’s no need to put up an argument, my dear.”

“There’s not?” 

He chuckled and shook his head, a small smile spreading over his cheeks. “Not at all. In fact, I’m actually quite happy for you.”

“Happy for me?” you asked another question, the reasoning for your visit becoming more unclear. 

“I know how long you’ve suffered,” he sighed, his tone returning to something more serious. “I have felt your anger and bitterness towards your abilities. I’ve sensed your hatred of them for years.”

“That was before,” you tried to interject, to tell him how thankful you were for his training. “But you taught me they were not just a curse, but also a blessing.”

“And do you really think I believe you when you say it? Miss Beckett, I’ve known you more than half my life… I can read your mind without entering it by now.”

You knew that if anyone could understand you it was him. You could feel other’s energy, but when he entered someone’s mind he could feel that and so much more. He could feel emotions, think that person’s thoughts, and even see what they see. 

“You knew all this time, then?” 

“I did,” he nodded, but didn’t stop there. “I knew that no matter what I did, it wouldn’t change your burdens.”

You ducked your head, thinking back to the times you’d lied, telling everyone that things were better. Truthfully, as a person you felt less alone, less hated and less dangerous… but you never felt loved. You couldn’t. No one could, or wanted to touch you, knowing your mutation.

“Scott told me about Logan, how you’d all met once before,” he said, turning the conversation back around to that of a better note. “When you’d repressed the memories of what Agent Striker had done, you’d forgotten him… but you didn’t forget what he did for you, and you didn’t forget a special detail.”

“He touched me,” you filled in the blank, waiting for him to continue. 

“Precisely.”

“I think…” you trailed, unsure of where this chat was going to lead. If Ororo had come to him, you were sure the thoughts exchanged the night before had come up, even if it was just meant to help you. “I think he may have feelings for… someone else.”

Charles nodded, he’d not purposely looked into Logan’s mind, but when Jean was stirring restlessly in the late evening, he took a peek inside hers, seeing the struggle to combat Logan and his advances.

“I understand,” he responded, but thought it was worth mentioning what he knew. “But his advances are pointless.”

“I still don’t want to get my hopes up,” you reasoned, a good point to be made considering his behavior towards you. “I’m getting too old for shit like this, you know?”

His understanding went without saying, he remembers your past, and knows of the only person you ever truly loved. It was a story for the ages with a tragic ending that would even make the bravest of men shed a tear. 

“Of course.”

You waited for him to dismiss you, and when he nodded to you in finality, you stood up from your seat. 

“Stay open minded, my dear, you don’t know where your path may lead.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, giving him a smile as you left the room. 

“Thank you, Charles.”

First Ororo, and now Charles. Your biggest cheerleaders since they met you… you love them both, and want to listen to them, but you are older therefore wiser, and must protect yourself from things that aren’t good for you. Everyday you grow older but your face and body stay the same. Your mentality weakens when you realize you’ve still got so much life to live, and it burdens you more when you struggle to live it alone. Having someone by your side would be the answer to your every prayer, the reason you could keep going. But you know you can’t endure another heartbreak, you won’t survive it. 

-

It’s been days, nearly a week. Your mind is frazzled, and you think that maybe it’s time for a break. A quiet time to let your mind rest and restore itself. 

So much has happened, and you can’t put your finger on what was the most stressful part of it all. The quickness, the escalation, the chaos… or what it almost cost you. 

Erik is temporarily defeated, but you know he’ll keep at it in the future. There were several mutants in his gathering that were unapprehended after the final battle. It will make for an interesting hunt that the X-men get to pursue.

One of which you wouldn't mind letting go about her business for a while. You knew Mystique when she went by Raven. 

So much has changed since then, and you've changed with the time gone by.

There's still something on your mind after everything that's happened this week, and of course that something is Logan. His past, his present, and what he wants to do with his future. 

He’s an X-man now, a part of the team and a member of the mutant family… but he searches for who he is, and you can sympathize with that, especially because of what he did for you. He didn’t just do it for you, but with the state you were in, he could have passed your cell, given up on you. Instead, he practically carried you out of that prison, never knowing how lethal your touch was. He saved you and gave you the greatest gift you’d received. Hope. A fresh start. The thought that life didn’t have to be such a burden. 

The kids were settled in early this evening, after the late night that was pulled the day prior, they needed to catch up on their rest… but Logan was having a hard time sleeping. You were, too. 

It was about eleven when he came knocking on the door, softly so nobody else would hear him. Ororo was behind the door next over from yours, her light on beneath the slit in that door, and he mentally kicked himself for even doing this at all, so late at night. 

When you cracked open your own door, peeking through to see who it was, you were surprised at the man standing in the doorway. 

“Logan? What are you doing up? It’s late…”

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered, just above the level you were speaking at, voice barely audible. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You were unsure of what there was to talk about, really. It had been radio silence since the mission, and you figured he wanted some space after something like that… it wasn’t unusual for an X-man, but you didn’t know him as well, so you didn’t know what you were supposed to expect. 

“Can I come in?” he asked, and it was only now that you realized you’d been frozen in your spot, a furrowed brow worn on your face. 

“Yeah, sorry.”

You closed the door behind him when he passed through, going back to your bed to sit down. He followed suit, and it was nearly a reverse image of the first night he arrived. 

“I wanted to thank you,” he cleared his throat, trying to sound grateful. “For saving my life. Jean told me what you did.”

You smiled a little and scoffed, shaking your head and waving him off. “Don’t thank me… I actually endangered your life.”

“I’m still here, aren’t I? Whatever you did, it saved me.”

“I had no idea that it would, it could have gone either way,” you argued, not for the sake of being right, but because you didn’t want him to think you’d done something extraordinary or heroic. You were actually being quite selfish in your actions. 

“You like to argue a lot, huh?” he teased, remembering the last one on one conversation you both had. You would admit, you didn’t like being wrong. You’d gotten it in your head that after being alive for so long, you ought to know more than everyone. 

“Well, I am a lawyer,” you shrugged, a slight smirk on your face. You’d never practiced in a firm, or even got a law related job, but you liked to remind people of it here and there, it was always entertaining. 

“I noticed that certificate on your wall the other night, noticed em’ all, actually…” he trailed, throwing a glance over his shoulder to check and make sure they were all still there. He’d come to the conclusion that you were intelligent the first time you met, your dialect being very formal for the age he thought you were… but above that, you carried yourself in a way that spoke to being knowledgeable. 

“Oh, those?” you laughed, tilting your head and making a silly face in their direction. “Those are nothing, just reminders of all the times I’ve been bored.”

“Bored? You’re kidding me,” he mused, crossing his arms and chuckling. 

“Maybe I also wanted to better myself a little,” you answered truthfully, rolling your eyes after getting it out. He didn’t seem like the scholarly type. Not a bad thing by any means, but you were sure his abilities far accelerated him in other occupations before he ended up here.

“Well whatever the reason, you’ve clearly done good,” he complimented, and you were certainly not complaining. Getting compliments from your friends, from your mutant family, it uplifted you… but getting a compliment from him? It felt different, more weighted. “And whatever you did to save me, that was good too.”

“I didn’t even know it would work,” you huffed, looking down at your hands. You hadn’t touched him since he came in, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were doing so purposely, or if you just hadn’t gotten the opportunity. “I honestly thought I might kill you faster…”

“Then why would you have tried it?” He couldn’t believe you. A smart girl like you, with the power you held? It seemed out of character to make a decision like that.

“Honestly?” you raised your brows, thinking of a sentence that didn’t sound weird, or selfish. “I was scared you were gonna die before I could know you.”

He tilted his head slightly in confusion. “You want to know me?” 

“I do,” you nodded with a sheepish smile. Thank God for the darkness in the room, because you’re sure your face is turning red. “I mean, it’s not everyday that I meet someone I can shake hands with, so…”

He laughed a little, reaching out playfully for a handshake. You smiled wide, taking his hand and giving it a nice firm shake. You’ve shaken hands when wearing gloves, but it’s just not the same. You’ve touched others while wearing them, too. But the skin contact you’ve always been deprived of, it’s something that sends chills down your spine, no matter how simple the gesture is. Even just a handshake. 

“I’d like you to know me too, but there’s just one problem with that,” he sighs, shaking his head in a bit of something akin to sadness. “I don’t know me.”

You can’t stand to see that look on his face. His hand was still wrapped around yours, now resting on his knee and near your lap. An idea springs to your mind, and though it’s a terrible one, you think about all the good it could produce in the long run. 

“What if I could help you remember?” You suggested, grabbing his attention almost immediately. “You’ve said you don’t remember anything past fifteen years ago… that’s when you saved me from Striker.”

“You think you could help me?” 

“I can try, I owe it to you.” Your reasoning made him turn the idea over in his head, but he wasn’t sure of how you planned to help him, exactly. “Something must have happened that day to make you forget… we can go back to the base, look for answers, see if anything triggers your memories?” 

It was a bold move, but you had to take it. No matter what happened the other night, you still owe him your life, and this could be a way to even the playing field. 

“You’d take me there?” he asked sincerely, a bit surprised that you would even offer, considering what he knew of your time in that prison. You shouldn’t want to return at all, but what’s worse is you want to do it for him. 

“I would… If you want me to.” 

He grinned, his look of bewilderment still laced in. “I would be grateful, if you could.”

“It’s settled then.”

He nodded to you, and you both gave a glance to the door. It was time to say goodnight, though you wanted him to stay and talk till sunrise. You had so many questions, about him, about his life since Striker, and even about his abilities… but it would have to wait till another time. 

He got up, and you followed, getting to the door before you heard voices outside of it. 

“It’s Ororo,” you sighed, turning to him and huffing. “I don’t know who she’s talking to…”

“I better not let her see me sneaking around this late,” he said, looking back at you with a comical expression. “I have a feeling that she’ll tattle on me.”

“You’re right, she would.” You stood with your ear to the door, hearing that the other voice in the hall was Jean. They were talking about you, and you figured it was not a good time to let the Wolverine go traipsing out of your room. “You know, you don’t have to go… if you don’t want to. You could just stay here tonight.”

His smirk held a bout of confidence before he spoke, “You sure I’m not crowding your space?” 

“I’ve got plenty of room,” You nodded to the queen bed you’d stood up from. In all truthfulness, it was a big bed to sleep in alone, and you’d been forced to for over a decade. “You also just happen to be the only person who wouldn’t die if I accidentally kicked you in the middle of the night.”

He laughed, nodding his head. He didn’t want to leave in the first place, he just felt like maybe he’d been imposing. Tough luck on that, because if you had your way, he’d stay longer than just the night. 

“With an argument like that, how can I say no?” 

“I might not sleep for a while, though… so if you wanna turn in, be my guest,” you sat back on the bed, shoving your walkman with the headphones to your side so he could settle in next to you. 

“Couldn’t really sleep already, that's why I came here in the first place.” He started eyeballing the walkman, scooting in closer to where you sat, legs crossed and back against your pillows and headboard. “You got music?” 

“Oh, uh… yeah, just a little mixtape I’ve been listening to.” 

You’d just rewound the tape earlier, and almost put it over your ears when you found you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it would have settled the noise in your brain… but Logan seemed to do a pretty good job of that, too.

“May I?” He gently reached for the set, and your heart stuttered in beat when you saw the sweet look in his eyes.

“Yeah, of course,” You handed it over with a smile, no hesitation, even though this new mixtape was built primarily on the feelings for him you’d been fighting. ��It’s mostly just girl stuff…”

He put the headphones on and started listening, and you felt a bit awkward just watching him listen to the music, unsure if he would piece anything together or not. 

The first song played was Fields of Gold by Sting… just a soft ballad that made you think of what life might be like if things were different. 

By the second song, you pulled the plug of the headphones, letting the music play softly through the speaker instead so you could both hear it. It felt much better when you could listen to the music yourself. Music always calmed you down, made you feel more at ease.

You helped him fast forward through some of the songs he seemed bored during, but he stopped you on a few, nodding his head and smiling as the music filled his ears. 

“You like this one?” You asked, watching him start tapping his fingers to the song I Was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss.

“This is my kinda music, right here,” he laughed, letting loose a little, breaking down his tough exterior just slightly so you could see the softness lurking behind. 

The noise from outside your door had long gone, but Logan didn’t seem eager to leave whatsoever… you did after all invite him to stay. 

When the song Wicked Game came on, you opted to skip it, and he grabbed the tips of your fingers to pull your hand away and ask why. The intro kept playing, the somber guitar filling the air between you. 

“It’s a sad song, kinda haunting,” you explained, but the real reason you were trying to skip it was because you’d rewound this one a bit too much when thinking about him, the lyrics seeming to match up to every time you looked at him the way you were now. “It’s not as fun as the others.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, taking the walkman and holding it so that you couldn’t skip the song yet. 

World was on fire, and no one could save me but you

Strange what desire will make foolish people do

You looked up at him and he seemed to really be into the music, but his brow was furrowed, like he was thinking about it in real time. 

I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you

You had to look away from him for a moment, your face turning red and your eyes falling to your lap.

And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No, I don’t wanna fall in love

No, I don’t wanna fall in love… with you

You took a glance back up, seeing his face and the way it seemed to turn almost upset by the lyrics. You almost thought about reaching for the walkman, but his death grip on it looked too strong to break. 

“The next one is pretty good,” you smiled, trying to lighten the mood. He broke out of his trance and nodded, handing the device back to you. 

The smooth and laid back energy returned to the room, and you could feel the peace of it engulfing you as you absorbed the energy from the air. It fed you, made you stronger, happier. 

You couldn’t even help yourself by the time it got to the end of the playlist, the last song making you quietly sing aloud in front of someone you barely know… which was strange considering you wouldn’t even sing in front of your dearest and closest friends. 

The song just did that to you… it used to remind you of a love you once lost, but because of the lyrics, you were starting to associate the beautiful melody with another face. The one looking back at you with a small lip tug of a smile. 

The song in question? More Than Words by Extreme. 

You didn’t look at him when you sang it, because you were already falling too hard, too fast. You needed to slow down… but just thinking about the lyrics… 

More than words, is all you have to do to make it real

Touching someone for the first time is more than words can express… sitting side by side with someone without fear of hurting them means more than words could possibly say.

When the song ended you stopped the tape, setting it to rewind and putting it over on your bedside table. 

“Not bad… that last one, I’ve heard it a few times somewhere else. It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, I like it better than the others,” you said jokingly, as if he couldn’t already tell by how easily the words came out of your mouth. “Saved the best for last, right?” 

“I’d say so,” he wouldn’t look anywhere else but you, and you felt so powerless under his stare. You were folding in record time, and honestly at this point, you’d count it as a miracle if you made it out of this night without ruining it all.

“You tired yet?” you asked, changing the subject and pulling back your sheets. 

“I’m getting there…” 

His soft and pretty hazel eyes were starting to make you wish you’d not invited him. He was making this difficult. You wanted to know him, and not just physically. There would be time for that, but you had to wait and make sure he was the one.  You weren’t willing to let yourself love him to the ends of the earth if you weren’t going to be able to keep him. It would just haunt you for the rest of your long and burdened life.

“Me too, but uh… I’m gonna try and finish my book,” you smiled, reaching for the novel on your bedside table. Fahrenheit 451. “So, just turn in whenever you’re tired.”

He debated asking you about the book, but ultimately decided that he’d bothered you enough for one night. It seemed like something he might research himself, if it was something you like. You obviously have good taste in music, maybe he ought to give reading the same books as you a try. 

He’d never admit it, because it wasn’t like him to do such a thing, but he liked being around you. Liked touching you. The energy you gave off was pleasant, and every time your skin connected, he absorbed a little bit of it from you. Something that would kill anyone else, he got to experience first hand. 

He smiled and lied down, giving a glance over his shoulder before he settled in. Your bed was warmer than his, more comfortable, too. “G’night, Alice.”

Your grin compared to his was like a young schoolgirl, completely and utterly lovestruck for the boy you met last week. 

“Night, Logan.”

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[cheshirebitch]

Alastor with a 1950’s housewife styled reader. When he sees her he doesn’t even understand why she’s in hell in the first place.

!!Mentions of domestic violence!!

She killed her husband for laying a hand on their child. She was slow and methodical with her kill, and when Alastor finds out he becomes enraptured by her. In awe of how proper and kind she is but how devastatingly cruel she can be if the circumstance calls for it.

He finds her duality alluring in a sense, and he’s so curious to see what fresh hell she’d let loose in hell if she decided to unleash herself upon some poor sinners.

This is my first request in a long time and I’m super tired so I hope this makes sense 😅

Oh boy, oh boy, did I love this idea and I hope I did you justice on it :)!

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Alastor x Reader

“Alastor, dear, can you do me a favor?” I asked while smoothing my dress out nervously.

“Of course darling! What can I do for you my Angel?” Alastor started calling me that the day he met me. He was adamant that heaven messed up or I was a fallen angel for being too good. Every time he would go on one of his long stipples, I would have to keep my lips tight and calm my beating heart for two reasons. He really was too sweet to me and because I never want anyone to know my ugly truth. Not that I’m ashamed but because I don’t need everyone hunting down the man, especially considering he was alive and well in hell with me. I think he suffered considerably for his actions and I didn’t need the whole hotel, that was supposed to be a walking advertisement about redemption, trying to murder this man. Especially Alastor, he would be completely unforgiving.

He was always so polite when it concerned me and always had a compliment to throw my way.

“Mon Cher, looking elegant as always.”

“Darling, do smile more often. Hell would be much better with your sparkling smile.”

“What’s a looker like you doing at the bar by yourself? Care for company Angel?”

“Mon Cher,

“Would you be so kind to help me make dinner today? I truly didn’t expect the King of Hell to be visiting or I could’ve handled it on my own.” Exasperated that Charlie failed to mention, again, about her fathers visit. I rather not have him thinking an old housewife, such as myself, failed to uphold the standards I was raised with. This place will be spotless and perfect in two hours by my own hand, if Alastor agrees to assist me. I always batted his hands away when he’s tried before, being conditioned that all this work is only my job. My ex husband made sure I learned that too.

“Absolutely! Anything for my sweet Angel! Are you certain there is nothing else I can assist you with? Perhaps some cleaning, laundry, anything?” Alastor was leaning in towards my personal space as I pushed a finger over his massive smile. He truly is a pure gentleman despite his horrific sins he’s committed. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him?

“Oh, no. Just some help in the kitchen will be fine. I just need someone to watch over the meal as it cooks so it doesn’t burn while I clean the rest of this hotel.” I smiled at him as polite as I could while trying not to tremble over the simple act of asking for help. It’s always involuntary when I flinch at a man, so much so that I’ve overheard conversations about it from the group. Charlie and Angel express their concerns to me but the rest just watch with pity in their eyes.

“Angel, certainly there is more I can do?” He gave me his smile still, slightly strained, but concern and a small hint of frustration were in those burgundy eyes. I pretended to think on it before shaking my head.

“That simply won’t do. I will handle all kitchen duties and you can clean. Don’t try to stop me.” Alastor morphed through the shadows as I raced to beat him to the kitchen, only to be met with a locked door. I huffed before giving in, but only because I was on a tight schedule. Fighting with Alastor’s stubbornness was at the bottom of my list and making sure this place was spiffy was at the top. So, I raced around on the lobby floor, cleaning everything and everything. I couldn’t help but notice how Alastor was trying to slyly send his shadow and Niffty to help. Ignoring them on purpose, faking ignorance for his sake, and kept cleaning at my full speed.

By the time I noticed there was nothing left to do, I was out of breath and was done one hour earlier than I thought I would be. That was also considering how I had two extra sets of helping hands plus the fact I didn’t have to check the kitchen at all. I smiled as I panted out, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sauntered into the kitchen, now with unlocked doors, and had my hands on my hips as I watched Alastor finish cooking everything I had laid out. I had a bandana on to keep my hair pulled up and stop the sweat from running down my neck. It was the pretty maroon and black one Alastor gave me the first year I knew him.

“Lovely to see you using the things I get you.” Without even turning around, he knew what I was wearing and didn’t degrade me for not completing these tasks completely on my own or faster. The smile spread on my face as I began to tease back.

“Always lovely to see you cooking. Don’t think I don’t see that tail wagging happily, deer.” I emphasized on his nickname being used more so as what animal he was. His ears twitched as he turned around with a playful grin. My tail whipped around behind me, showing I was teasing him playfully. He leaned closer, invading my personal space again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel. I’m just helping a deer friend out.” He chuckled at his own pun, making me smile and nudge him. This is what normally happens when one of us tells a joke, it turns into a pun war. Right now though, I guess it was deer themed with a hint of good tension between us. He had us switching places, where I was the one with the counter behind me and he with nothing. Walking closer and closer, getting more into eachothers spaces with no complaints. Which of itself, others would find quite odd how Alastor wasn’t upset by myself being this close to him.

“That pun wasn’t one of your best. Dare I say, I wasn’t too fawn of that one.” His smile widened with genuine happiness without anything evil being the cause of it. It really was beautiful. I couldn’t help but morph my smile from a playful one to a genuine smile as well, full of admiration. I could even feel my eyes basically forming heart shapes for him.

“Angel?” His eyes looked relaxed along with his smile, he was still leaning so close to me I could feel his coat tickling my skin.

“Yes, deer?” He smiled more before continuing.

“How are you in Hell? Really?” My smile froze as I panicked slightly. He was someone I could see hunting my ex husband down and brutally killing for what he’s done, especially towards me and my family. My hands moved before I could stop them, gripping his with mine. His eyes looked confused at our hands before looking at me, waiting for what it was.

“Promise me, Al, that you’ll let it go after I tell you.” His eyes searched mine before he sighed out.

“You know I can’t promise that, my Angel.” One of his claws carefully brushed my cheek slowly. He started moving slower with his movements when they were towards me after noticing how I flinched. The bright red claws remained on my face as I looked away, defeated.

“It wasn’t always horrible with him, my late husband and father of my two beautiful girls.” I smiled as I mentioned my children, who have long lived their lives after my death, and both in heaven.

“But after a couple years when my youngest turned four, Paul wasn’t the same. He was laid off from his fancy office job and started drinking when he couldn’t find work. We had to sell our home and move. I started working at a couple diners and cleaning for a couple homes, anything to make the bills.” My smile turned sad as Alastor’s turned strained the second I spoke of alcohol. His grip tightened slightly but never enough to hurt me.

“He would get angry when I came home late, how the house was a mess, when the children got fussy, and just anything that involved work for him. That’s when I got tired and mouthed off.” Alastor’s upper lip curled in disgust at what was about to be spoken next.

“He didn’t like that, slapped me back in place.” Alastor’s eyes squinted.

“I think you’re downplaying it, Angel.” I sheepishly grin, knowing he’s right.

“A little.”

“Tell the truth now, darling.”

“He beat me till I couldn’t stand anymore. I tried fighting back but…” I shook my head and felt my eyes burning.

“I was just a silly housewife.” He took his claw and gently swiped away a fallen tear. It was the only tear I will let fall.

“I only said enough when he went to hit the oldest for trying to pull him off of me.” Tension was rising up my spine and locking my jaw tight. Alastor’s radio static picked up even more the second I spoke that sentence. I could feel his anger radiating from him.

“I hated him for it, so much so I killed him.” I looked up at Alastor right when his eyes dilated, recognizing the shock and admiration that was swirling in his eyes. His smile spread out across his face more as the radio static cut silent, then he spoke without any static in his voice.

“My, my, what have we got here? Dare I say my Angel is really a demon after all?” I could tell he said it with slight humor, still thinking I’m too pure to be in hell.

“I poisoned him for months with rat poisoning in his alcohol. He chose his own death, I just sped it up. Everyone thought he died of alcohol poisoning but it was me. I’d do it again if it meant my kids never had to see that ever again. He could’ve lived if he just chose his family over the alcohol.” I shrugged with no remorse for my actions.

“While he was getting more and more ill, I would watch from the doorway of our bedroom, where he slept. Just holding a kitchen knife and sharpening it, watching him sleep horribly.” Alastor smiled wider, wider than I thought possible really, and dipped me down gracefully. His arm behind my back holding me completely as his other hand delicately glided his ruby claw down my cheek.

“Mon Cher, penser que je ne pourrais pas t'aimer davantage.” **

Alastor was immediately thinking about how he’d worship her forever and was intrigued to see what fresh hell she would unleash by his side with this daunting loyalty and protective spirit. He also took note to pay a visit to dear ol’ Paul, the current bartender that replaced Husk at the casino in town.

** translation - “My dear, to think that I couldn’t love you more.”

(As always, characters belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day! <3)

[p1nkprincess444]

ִֶָ𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪɢʜs - ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

୨୧ not proof read!! ୨୧

female!reader x charlie walker

word count: 721

contents: 18+, slight mentions of somnophilia

You woke up in your bed as Charlie’s lips pressed gentle kisses against your skin. You were in a complete haze as his hands moved under your pajama top, they groped at your breasts while he murmured sweet things against your skin. 

“ How did you get in, ” my voice was still groggy from sleep as my eyes locked on Charlie’s hungry gaze.

“ Your window was unlocked- and I missed you. ”

A gentle hum reverberated off your lips as Charlie’s lips moved down your body pressing kisses to each of your breasts over your shirt. He quickly moved his head under your shirt letting his hands and mouth find your breasts. His tongue swirled around your nipple sucking on the hardened peak before moving to the next. He moved out from under your shirt before pulling the fabric over your head. His kisses moved back up to your lips as his hands wandered all over your body. He slowly pushed down your pajama shorts before his hand disappeared into your panties. His fingers delved into your soaking cunt slowly pushing in and out of you. His lips were pressed against yours in a heated kiss as his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt. 

“ You want me baby, ” his words were teasing as his fingers curled inside you.

All his teasing movements were making you grow closer to your inevitable release as his fingers pushed deeper and his tongue tangled with yours. 

“ Char please- don’t tease me. ”

A devilish grin plastered across his face as he looked up at you. His gaze locked on yours as he sat up on his heels. He began undressing until he was left in his boxers. You lifted your hips for him as he slid off your panties, throwing them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. He quickly pushed off his boxers as you opened your legs to him. He sunk into you without warning causing a loud moan to leave your lips before Charlie clasped a hand over your mouth. 

“ Don’t want your parents to know what I’m doing to their daughter, do we now? ”

Charlie’s mouth latched onto your breasts covering the soft skin in hickies as his hips slowly rocked against yours. You couldn’t help the moans that fell from your lips that were suppressed by his hand. You couldn’t help the way your hips rolled against his, the way his cock filled you so perfectly. Just how Charlie couldn’t help sneaking into your room at night while you slept. It wasn’t the first time he had done this and nor would it be the last, this however was just one of the fortunate times you had woken up. 

His cock was drilling into your cervix as he whispered soft praises into your ear. Your moans were growing louder and louder until they were practically screams as he attempted to muffle the noise with his hand. 

“ Princess if you keep it up people are gonna think you’re getting murdered in here, ” Charlie’s statement was undercut by the fact he was chuckling as he pressed kisses into your neck. “ Are you close? ”

You nodded eagerly as you stared up into his deep blue eyes. Charlie couldn’t help but smile at your eagerness while he began to pick up the pace pounding mercilessly into your cunt. His hand that wasn’t covering your mouth tangled in your hair as he pressed his forehead to yours. 

Your orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave as your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched. Charlie’s relentless pounding never slowed as he grew nearer and nearer to his own release. His hips stilled against yours as he shot ropes of cum deep into your cunt. His hand slowly withdrew from your mouth before he quickly replaced it with his lips.

“ I love you, you know that? ”

I nodded in response as I placed a gentle kiss to his soft lips, “ I love you too Char. ”

Charlie's head came to rest in the crook of your neck as he stayed inside of you while you both slept. It was the little moments like these that helped him completely forget about being ghostface. You hadn’t known this but everytime Charlie killed someone he’d sneak over and find comfort in between your thighs.

[yanderes-galore]

Sir Pentious from Hazbin Hotel concept, please? I love snake boi so much and I know you do too lmao

Yeah... and I still do, lol. May not be as into Hazbin as I used to, but I still enjoy the snake.

Yandere! Sir Pentious Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder/Accidental death mentioned, Dubious/Forced relationship.

I'm going to say it now, Pentious is a pathetic yandere.

He'd try so hard to follow through with his yandere schemes, only for something to go wrong.

The only way he'd succeed is most likely by accident.

He's often loud and easy to excite.

He's persistent yet also seems shy when it comes to romance or anything intimate.

We can see this in the show with Cherri.

He'd definitely want to be the center of his obsession's attention.

He'd do anything for you to acknowledge him.

An example is him making inventions to impress you.

He follows you around eagerly but sometimes would be too anxious to talk to you properly.

He wants his obsession to think he's cool and probably gets emotionally attached to them easily.

It's also canon Sir Pentious watches people sleep, apparently.

So... He's definitely going to slither beside your bed when you're asleep and just stare.

I can just see Sir Pentious planning things but... his plans never go the way he wants them to.

Like, I can see Pentious killing another sinner by accident... but failing anything purposeful.

Who knows, maybe that accident actually works in his favor.

Same thing with kidnapping.

He'd set up this elaborate plan to lure you into a trap.

Only for it to fail.

For the most part he's just clingy with you.

He respects you, looks up to you, finds you pretty to look at...

Yet can't approach you for the life of him.

When he does converse with you... He's so awkward.

He really is trying to connect but he gets so flustered.

If Pentious succeeded in making you his, it's probably out of pity or complete accident.

In fact, there's a chance he could win you over without you even seeing his yandere behavior.

He's adorable in a way... even if he's failing being bad.

He's a good inventor and has a weak form of hypnosis, but it's nowhere close to someone like Vox.

The most you're affected by it is being stunned like Angel was.

Pentious' biggest issue is being clingy.

I imagine he's a fan of physical affection from his obsession.

Considering he's a snake... Hugs are quite literally constricting.

So I think even if you were good friends or close, if he didn't want you to leave, he'd probably constrict you then not move.

Again, considering he's a snake, you could probably incorporate his bite into his behavior.

Sir Pentious has the tools to be a dangerous yandere towards his obsession...

But not the mindset.

Pentious could, if he really tried, kidnap you properly.

He could constrict you, maybe bite you, then probably keep you in his ship.

However... He usually stays away from such an idea.

He wants to try "wooing" you properly first.

What a gentleman....

Sir Pentious most likely experiences jealousy, but he's really petty.

He knows he hates not being the center of your attention and he acts a bit childish about it.

It's like a competition to him... Even if you're simply chatting with someone else.

Sir Pentious would quickly want to grab your attention, even if he's usually admiring you from afar.

"H-Hey! Hey, wait! I-I made this cool invention I want to show you! Also, Charlie showed me this new exercise! Can we hang out...?"

He's so shy and awkward when it comes to relationships, it's hard to see his true nature towards you.

He acts cute and his plans mostly don't work...

However, there's most likely always the threat he may succeed at some point if pushed.

Sure, his failed attempts at courtship are cute now...

Until he succeeds.

While I still can't see him as killing someone on purpose due to jealousy (Without getting completely ruined by the other person)...

Kidnapping is plausible.

You trust Sir Pentious, so he could probably lure you away and bite you if he wanted.

Normally he just wants to try flirting or attempts at affection.

You don't suspect a thing until his fangs slip into your neck.

Even then he's mumbling out quick apologies as he scoops you up.

He definitely keeps you in his ship and tries to play things off.

Oh! This was all just a little... surprise he put together, yeah!

Said surprise is a room full of things dedicated to you and a bed in the middle of it for you to sit on.

He really didn't want to kidnap you the more he got to know you...

Yet he was so tired of being ignored.

Sir Pentious only wanted you to look his way.

However... It appears the only way he can have you is through restraints.

He just wishes you could be only his.

While Sir Pentious can also be a yandere you can have a (mostly) normal relationship with...

With a bit of motivation, like an obsession choosing to ignore his feelings or is with someone else, may make him snap enough to become dangerous despite his submissive nature.

He can try manipulating you away and trying to grasp your attention...

Yet sometimes it isn't enough...

Leading to you being locked away for his own eyes only.

Even in captivity, Sir Pentious tries to make your "relationship" seem normal.

He showers you in gifts he made, he smothers you in affection...

The snake really enjoys cuddles.

Sir Pentious loves to slither beside you as you sleep, nuzzling into your neck.

He's a pathetic yandere, one someone may consider charming...

But he's still a cunning snake...

He's still a potential danger to you, and all it takes is one bite to make him switch.

[cakerybakery]

Charlie would make a cute Rapunzel. Story outline idea.

Lilith didn’t take the divorce well and ran off with Charlotte as a baby to Earth. Away from hell’s influence she grew up more angelic looking and with some angelic powers like healing instead of demonic powers.

Meanwhile in hell, Lucifer falls into a depression until Adam comes to mess with him during extermination day. He finds Lucifer despondent. Perfectly willing to let Adam stab him, which takes the fun out of it.

So he’s like, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Lucifer ends up spilling about the divorce and Lilith taking Charlotte beyond his grasp to Earth.

Adam manages to get out of Lucifer the reason for the divorce, after thousands of years he realized he was attracted to men. He loved Lilith but slowly over time, and meeting new people, he figured out it was more of a platonic love. That one day he found out that no, it wasn’t straight to low key wish your wife was a man and get off to the idea.

The idea of someone taking one of his children from him twists in Adam’s heart and he secretly sends out angels to scour Earth for Charlotte over the years. As he does so, he visits more. Slowly they fall in love.

After two hundred years its Vaggie turn to search the Earth for Charlotte, when she comes across an old abandoned human castle. At first she ignores it, as the spell over it intended folks to do, but she hears singing.

The spell around the castle forces her to land and she spots Lilith, although she doesn’t recognize her.

Unable to climb to one of the castle towers, Lilith has Charlie pull her up.

Vaggie is looking for Charlotte not Charlie but she’s intrigued. Is this how humans keep their children?

She sees Charlie and is smitten. Once Lilith leaves she approaches the tower and greets Charlie. Within the dome of the spell she can fly but hides her angelic self from Charlie, whom she thinks is a normal human.

They begin to like each other but Vaggie hides from Lilith in the unused parts of the castle. Eventually they’re caught and Vaggie looses her eye in the fight.

Charlie is accidentally pushed out of the tower and Vaggie reveals she’s an angel to fly and save her.

Lilith is terrified of how she almost lost Charlie, and in a heated moment, reveals that they’re not human but from hell and Lucifer is Charlie’s father.

Charlie wants to met the father Lilith claimed never wanted her, because Vaggie admits that she was sent to find Charlotte by order of King Lucifer and his husband, the king’s consort, Adam.

The two of them go to hell and are welcomed by her father and stepfather. Plus a roster of ex-exterminators.

While looking for Charlie and falling in love, Adam came to the conclusion that the exterminations were cruel. They might be sinners, but he was doing to them what Lilith had done to Lucifer. He was tearing families apart. Not everyone is loving in hell, but being a family of murders doesn’t stop a family from loving each other.

Lilith choses to live on Earth and Charlie goes to visit sometimes. Charlie realizes that Lilith was deeply hurt and lashed out. Too prideful to admit it had been a mistake and too scared of loosing Charlie to tell the truth, Lilith was a spider caught in her own web. Charlie pities her mother.

Despite everything, Lilith still raised Charlie to be kind and compassionate. Most of Charlie’s memories are good ones. She’s angry at the lies but is more sad than anything.

They’re not as close as they once were, but Charlie still loves her mom. Love is complicated.

Adam and Lucifer are happy. Charlie and Vaggie are happy. And Lilith, she no longer feels the weight she had unwittingly been carrying, the guilt, the lies, the fear. Perhaps she’s not happy, but she hadn’t been for a long time. She had moments, with Charlie, but that was all.

Perhaps it’s time for a fresh start for her. Move to a human village. Met people.

There’s a knock on her cottage door and face she hadn’t seen in eons looks up at her. “Hello, Lili. Adam said you might enjoy some company.” Eve invites herself in, and stays.

[respectthepetty]

Because I think it would be really interesting and funny - can you rank the Pit Babe characters on your Alan&Pete scale? I'm curious to see where you're at with some of them lmao. Least to Favorite (though I know who your fave already is, lol).

Only if you want to tho, lol.

@slayerkitty, honestly, this list could just be these two lying bitches:

Big Red is not on this list since he is the big bad, but since I have no idea what the plot actually is, take all of this with a grain of salt. I wrote that I think all of them have superpowers since Big Red was collecting them like X-Men's William Stryker for his super mutant army, so I think Charlie's superpower is mind control, and I think Way's is controlling people's emotions.

WHICH PISSES ME OFF!

Babe was the prized super kid, so I think Big Red is pulling out all the stops to get his trophy racer back including sending all the other super kids to manipulate Babe with their superpowers, so let me rank them from dead-to-me to love-of-my-life:

The One I'm Ready to Box - Charles

Charles keeps moving Barbie's head and body to face him. He never lets Barbie turn away from him. Then, when Barbie is clearly upset, Charles continues to kiss him, which is why I think he his mind controlling Barbie. When his arm was in the sling, Babe could push him away before Charles could start his mind control bullshit. Sometimes, it's noticeable when Babe's face softens, which should come off as sweet like "ah, look how he drops his defenses around Charlie" BUT LOOK AT THE WAY HE DROPS HIS DEFENSES AROUND CHARLIE! Charles doesn't even know how to drive, yet Babe gave him a car. Charlie's dick game may be strong, but mind control is stronger.

10/10 Petes - It's on sight.

The One I'm Disappointed In - Waymond

Waymond had me the first two episodes. I was in his second-lead-syndrome corner, then he flipped the script in the third episode, and now I can't unsee the red flags. In episode four, I noticed twice how he touched Barbie, which prompted a shift in Barbie's demeanor. Much like Charles, I would love to believe that Waymond brings happiness to Babe's life, which is the reason Babe looks less sad when Waymond touches him, but HE LOOKS LESS SAD WHEN WAYMOND TOUCHES HIM! I think Waymond is controlling Babe's emotions, yet Babe still doesn't love him. It's the only saving grace for Waymond. Charles is using his powers to make Barbie love him, but Waymond isn't.

9/10 Alans - I'm gonna yell at him, then punch him.

The One Who Is Obvious - Jeffery

Jeffery is going to be with Alan, so I can't fully hate him since I love Alan. His superpower is apparently seeing the future, which makes sense why he was opposed to touch in the second episode, and that makes him useful in my touch=superpower theory for Charles and Waymond, so I hate him a little less. BUT if he had anything to do with Barbie's car going up in flames, so he could ensure Charles got a racing spot, -murder-

8/10 Petes - One wrong move and I'll end him where he stands.

The One Who Just Sucks - Winifred

Winifred is just a little bitch, but God is he annoying. I don't wanna know what he is saying because I'm sure it's as annoying as his face whining all the time. Only five episodes in, and the man still ain't tired of getting his ass handed to him by Barbie and Kimberly. Whatever he is plotting is dumb. Whatever he is complaining about is stupid. Whatever he is doing is already a failure.

7/10 Alans - I'm gonna push him into a real Christmas Tree, so he'll get scratched up and cry about it.

The One Who Is Gonna Suck - Decanus

Dean has yet to do anything solid, which means he is just waiting to fuck us over. I haven't seen him race or work on a car, so I'm thinking he'll be pissed that Charles is doing all the things he wanted to do, and screw over the entire team regardless of the race's outcome. Jealously makes people do crazy things, but he is going to be with Winner, so homie is going to go full crazy.

6/10 Petes - Anyone who fucks Whiny Winifred deserves to be slapped.

The Ones Who Ain't Loyal - North & Sonic

I simply don't trust them. They are too colorful in a show that's whole visual plot hinges on red versus blue. They need to pick a color. NOW.

5/10 Alans - I'll threaten them on work time, so they'll know I'm not afraid to lose my job if it means I can fight them.

The One Who Is Gonna Kill His Shitty Boss! - Kenta

Why is he still fucking with Big Red?! He would be much higher on this list but when Babe was fighting Big Red (both times), Kenta looked sad. If the flashback wouldn't have just showed Babe as a kid with his dad, I'd think Kenta was his actual brother. The way Babe yelled at him in the parking lot makes me think they have a long history, so I'm hoping once Kenta teams up with Kimberly, he'll be the good guy I know he can be.

4/10 Petes - If he kills his boss, he'll be number one in my heart forever.

The Pretty One - Peter

Pete is like a Lord of the Rings' elf. He is pretty. He is an archer. He is kinda sus. And he is the perfect ally. Much like those beautiful elves, I don't think he joined up with the blue team because he is a kind dude. This is for his own personal gain, which means he must have beef with Big Red; therefore, he has a superpower too. I think he heard Kenta or smelled Kenta's cigarette because Peter didn't turn around until Kenta turned around. He knew Kenta was there. And he sensed Waymond's emotion-changing powers too, so I'm okay with them being together (as long as he punches Waymond too).

3/10 Alans - Watching his every move . . . because I think he is pretty. Not because I think is he bad.

The One Who Will Solve It - Kimberly

Kim is a real one. He presents as red. He works for the reds. He is a red, and isn't ashamed of it. He hasn't faked his color, and in a perfect world, he'd be with Babe. I don't think he has a superpower, but if he did, it would be the power of common sense. He hates his coworker, Winifred, as any sane person would, so he gets the passenger seat in my car. He also got a handshake from Babe, so he already made friends with Babe. They would make a perfect pair. Barbie x Kimberly Ghost Ship is being captained by me.

2/10 Petes - We're frenemies!

The Main One - Barbie

Babe is the title character, and he is being manipulated and controlled by everyone around him, but . . . the boy is un pendejo. The first two episodes, he was a little too macho, and in episode three and four, he was un pendejo. He argued with Kenta when Kenta could have just kidnapped him, then he punched everyone on his way to Big Red's office, which makes no sense to walk directly up to the man who is going all out to get you back. He is in need of a good hug that does NOT lead to sex, and for someone to tell him he is more than his superpower (which is . . . being awesome at everything?).

1/10 Kanghans - I'm upset at him and for him all at once.

The One I Love - Alan

My man has committed no wrongs. He is amazing. He is fantastic. He is beauty. He is grace. He should slap all these fucking liars in the face.

But he won't because he is too pure for this world.

No Petes. No Alans. No Kanghan. Just love.

[justanotherhh]

Thinking about Alastor and aroace loneliness

was chatting with @creepysora about the feelings of aroace loneliness that occur when one can't fulfill the requirements of relationship structures and connections that are demanded in an amatonormative and allosexual environment -- friendships that end because of being unable to "commit" to more, or because they faded out of ones life in favour of a monogamous romantic relationship, difficulties in finding a shared language through which to form connections in the first place, discomfort with spaces and people that cross sexual boundaries, etc. -- how does one find A Place and A People without entrance into this language and these desires?

this whether or not someone might be along aplatonic and/or loveless, and/or repulsed lines or not

so imagining Alastor (alive and dead) from this perspective, if he did ever feel that, and how he'd have muddled through it in his own particular kind of way (power, control, murder, mayhem, etc)

breaking down his relationships:

mimzy: seems to be quite cold-hearted about their relationship, that is, she turns up when she needs something and alastor has enough of a soft spot that until he was at the hotel/had something "more" to fight for potentially, he let her set those terms. that could indicate some desire for closeness that couldn't otherwise be met, until the hotel? it also suggests there is some fondness for the life he had while alive, although mimzy appears so far to be the only person in hell that has carried through. as for what they were doing while alive outside of drinking and dancing, well, that's still a little mystery. if the hotel gang have become closer to him than mimzy was, then maybe he's starting to feel like he can be involved with people without it simply being about being used. speaking of the gang...

niffty and husk seem to be -- more or less -- on friendly or (in husk's case) at least open terms with him, but he's forcing them into that relationship, so on his side is that "just" power or also a way to keep them with him, to control how and when they stay and leave, to remove the danger of trust. similarly to mimzy, it's not a healthy way to form relationships, but perhaps it's the only way he can be sure to do so on his terms?

rosie -- I think rosie (from what we've seen so far) appears to be the most "uncomplicated" of his relationships, that is, it's not unequal, there's no force, no subterfuge, they don't appear to be "using" each other, they seem to be pretty emotionally honest, and she's possibly the only person who knows he's (aro?)ace (which he doesn't of course, but point is she's seen through some of his barriers and she doesn't judge or try to push, while still clearly enjoying his company). they're colleagues, but they're also on friendly terms, and don't judge each other for how they live their lives (queer metaphor there). is there a teensy edge to it along the lines of overlords generally having an air of "as long as you still have power we're equals, but only as long as you still have power," to them? this a musing, i think carmilla and zestial would be on each others sides through thick and thin from the sounds of things -- would alastor and rosie trust each other to do the same?

the other overlords -- probably not close, but he wants them to acknowledge him/pay attention to him/not forget him

vox. well. vox.

charlie. complicated. joined on as a hotelier, definitely more than a little subterfuge and manipulation involved, and of course now she's made a deal with him. yes, all of this is Plot, but it's also very... alastor-as-person. keep'em guessing, don't let them get close, always have the upper hand, even with someone like charlie, who would probably have been in his corner simply because she (terror of terrors) likes him!

angel, vaggie, sir pentious: aka "the rest of the hotel gang." I think that alastor stiiiiill hasn't integrated entirely into the hotel-as-found-family-concept, although with the reactions to his arrival (save for lucifer and husk) it seems that he's gone from standing on the sidelines (emotionally) to potentially...? accepting that he has a real place there, that he is (scary word used again) liked. which, maybe not quite right putting those three characters in one section, because he had a different dynamic with all of them, but crucially none of them were close with him in s1. they ran the gamut from creeped out (pentious) to creeped out but would still tap that (angel) to open dislike/distrust (and i assume some of that distrust on vaggie's part might still be there, considering the deal, but she does seem relieved that he's Not Dead, so progress). he calls the the hotel gang as a whole friends -- that is, in a way that strongly implies he's still not accepting it/keeping the idea at arm's length "alastor altruist died for his friends" as something almost mocking, but perhaps with a grain of truth...? potentially in s2 he'll be fighting the wish to be sincerely close with these people (minus pentious in heaven), because his instinct is that it's dangerous to be vulnerable, because they could hurt you by taking your soul by turning away when something better comes along or demanding something that you can't give

gen questions: outside of mimzy what did his living existence look like? was he looking for closeness? it does seem like he may have been, considering he does look for that in death/has quite a social circle, considering. business acquaintances that were reading the word "partner" differently, girl friends who "fell in love," boy friends who "fell in love" (less likely considering how he feels about men but still), friends who disappeared when they entered into monogamous romantic relationships, a consistent potential nagging feeling of being left behind, but not knowing how to solve that and so becoming more distant…

and then of course, there's the murders which we still don't know the contexts of and so can project all kinds of things onto -- distaste with how people cross into his or others' boundaries potentially by abusing power they have, betrayal at feeling abandoned, a way to simply keep people close on his terms, (or something completely different. I also like the idea that he murdered racists, which is a different impulse than the vaguer above ideas, but may fit into people who abuse their power/cross peoples' boundaries)

I do think there's something about being Seen (or in alastor's case "Heard" if taken more literally) and controlling the narrative that is about drawing people in in a way he can control, that does feel like it mitigates the dangers that exist in relationships, in a very particular way if you're aroace. either he controls the fabric of the relationship so that they literally cannot leave (husk, niffty, potentially charlie) or he controls the closeness of the relationship so that the terms and conditions are clearly set and shouldn't be overstepped/if they are overstepped he can easily opt out, and/or if they leave, he can't get hurt (the hotel gang, rosie and vox to an extent in that they were/are colleagues which is a very particular Type of relationship, potentially mimzy)

so he is never without people around him, and needs to know they See him/Hear him, and if they don't there's a… twitchiness there. a sense of being forgotten perhaps? of being obsolete? of having nothing more to offer? if you're not pursuing the correct kinds of connections (the only kinds of connections that apparently really matter) then how do you make sure that people don't forget you? that you don't simply disappear?

romance and (to an extent) sex are powerful forces, but in alastor's case they're forces for bad that he's trying to crowbar some kind of place for himself in, no matter how disjointed and strange and even at times cruel his way of doing so may look from the outside

[theramusen]

EVIL DOUBLED (FNAF AU)

This was sorta just for fun while I do school and what not! AU idea where Henry and William are BOTH evil and work together!

This screenshot redraw is what started it all!

Thats William’s remnant in there btw hes sorta michael-mode rn but theyre gonna put it back in him once theyre done posing all cool- He JUST survived being springlocked for the first time

Now lets get into ref sheets! (There will be a page break after and all lore/info about the au will be down there!)

OK SO!!! The au def is similar to canon a lot and so

The MAJOR plot changes would be:

-Will and Henry BOTH get springlocked

•this fucks over Cassidy and CC being in Fredbear already though, so to solve this issue Cassidy, CC, and Charlie, will all share the puppet.

-Henry now occupies Fredbear instead, and so we now get Springtrap and Beartrap.

-William does NOT have time for the wife murder subplot, so Mrs. Afton (Clara) gets to live fully, she replaces Henry now. Diving into the duo’s blueprints and creations so she can one day stop them. She works with Michael.

-Henry’s wife is ALIVE! Her name is Dorothy and she returns to Hurricane after receiving a call from Clara. She also becomes a Henry replacement.

-Because of Clara and Dorothy’s new role, the pizza sim speach is now WAY more female rage style. This is the wrath of scorn mothers. UCN will be 100000x worse.

-Oh and no disks- William tries to push them but Henry 100% shuts them down and thinks theyre dumb.

-So fnaf 4 is JUST cc’s dying nightmare and eventually michael DOES get gas drugged and sees the nightmares but thats NOT fnaf 4 thats just a bad trip!

-Also, with William not being able to run rampant with random robot murder (Henry keeps him in check) we DO see the base finale in pizza sim.

-When we get into help wanted, ar, security breach, and ruin that follows a SECOND plot line fully separate from the first, where we see a surge of copy-cat killers (this is where we get characters like Vanessa and Jeremy, and Gregory will also be a part of this, being the main villain in Ruin now bc the Mimic was never made)

-William and Henry are a good team here, mutual bond and gain.

-William is far more explosive and emotional, his drive coming from CC’s death sorta setting off a domino effect of underlying mental health issues. He just kinda loses it. This team gives him the delusion that he may one day see CC again.

-Henry is in it bc hes a capitalist. And hey, turns out unlike electricity, theres NO remnant bill. So making all his robots run on human souls is cheaper! He doesnt really care much about charlie after like 3 months of her being dead. He knows it was William. He doesn’t care.

GENETICS?!

yeah theres genetics-

not gonna draw out the punnet squares but the colors of the characters ARE genetic traits!

Henry’s grey is a rare recessive trait. So it was EXTREMELY unlikely to pass onto Charlie. Which it didnt.

Dorothy’s green is a common dominant trait, Charlie ended up green like her!

William and Clara are BOTH purples. William is a more blue-purple, Clara is a more red-purple (commonly mistaken for pink!)

Both purples are dominant traits, so it is a 50/50 with their offspring to produce a blue-purple or red-purple.

Michael and Elizabeth both ended up red-purple!

Michael is VERY red-purple, very much almost mistaken for pink like his mom.

Elizabeth is closer to true purple than michael, but still red-purple!

CC is the only afton child to end up blue-purple! If he hadnt died he wouldve ended up being Williams favorite child!

[neolynne]

Pit Babe episode 13 rewatch/live commentary (part 1)

He's alive !!!!!

Babe's brain 😲🤯🥹

The little tremor of Babe's hand when he first touch Charlie

His little wet laugh and big smile, i'm happy seeing him happy

And he connected the dots

He really says the most heartbreaking thing while looking like an overexcited puppy

Charlie, we really need to talk about your low perception of yourself when it comes down to your importance in Babe's life

Is Charlie's power really gone ? i don't think so, it seems to easy...and it looks like he still have some of Babe's "senses"

I forgot to mention it, but this is my favorite Babe's outfit

Damn it Winner !

Was putting your hand on his hips really that necessary ?

Thank you Kenta ! I knew you could do it 🥹

Even Way look disgusted

And we are back to Way "shocked pikachu face"

Tony tony tony........espèce de vieux sac à m*rde, va bien manger tes morts

Cou*llon

Branqu*gnile

Toc*rd

and i could keep going with french insult but then this post gonna be waaaaayyyy to long

Why did they come inside the house ???......Bah, maybe the Wifi wasn't good enough outside

Now that not what i would have put as the title......

......new meme unlocked

Oh look, i spotted a little Kenta in the background, assisting (more or less) at the murder of a little child

Go Jeff !!!!

The horror on Way's face

A whole hostage taking wasn't in the "let expose Tony" plan i suppose

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I had to rewatch the same 3 second like 10t time just because i was obsessed by the way Pavel white t-shirt highlight his waist when Winner push Babe down (very bad screenshot ahead)

i can't say if that woman is scarred or exited.....because she turn her head toward Way and Pete just after Tony mention "2 enigmas"

Pavel looks way too good with blood on his face

NorthSonic, that it i have nothing to add... i mean even Winner clocked them.....

and our savior is here !

i think that Sonic purposely let Winner put his hand on the gun before stepping on it

I just love the little sounds that Pop does in this scene

Also i need this jacket

How i wish that we had this pathetic, whiny Winner all season instead of dipsh*t!Winner

Look at him, just a cutie patootie !

We all got the same image in our mind when he asked them "Will you give me love?" right ? RIGHT ?????

The pipeline from "we just need to steal some documents" to "shooting and killing his bodyguards" is crazy !......How are they not in jail for that ????

Ah......

AH !

Kenta🥺........

This man as no right to look that pretty while dying

He really had to do it until the very end ....

What do you think Jeff ?

At least he's honest

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[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"ANYTHING WORTH SEEING, SISTER?"

No soy creyente, pero para él, soy lo que él quiera que sea.

I hope you like the story!

Sister Megan hurried through the halls of her home with the pages of the newspaper in her hand. Before each publication, Father Charlie had asked her to bring him each and every article so that he could review them before they came to light.

At first, the city police did not look kindly on the fact that a nun, a daughter of God and sanctified in her faith, would write in a gruesome manner about the supposedly ritual murders that were taking place in those days.

Father Charlie was morbidly curious about everything related to murder and death, which is why he felt a strong connection with Sister Megan from the first moment.

Charlie was not a conventional priest. According to him, as he had explained to the bishop and the mother superior at the meeting last month, if they did not do something to modernize the church in some way, it would end up dying. Of course, none of them were interested in that happening, given the amount of money that thanks to the parishioners they put in their pockets at the end of each month.

So they decided to listen to Charlie. That's how he ended up giving online classes of what he called "Christian spinning." Basically it consisted of videos of him riding an electric bicycle pedaling while Christian music played in the background. From time to time he recited a psalm from the Bible.

Megan knew she was in the middle of class when she heard the sound of the bicycle pedals. Instead of leaving, she chose to hide behind the corner of the door, so that he wouldn't see her. Her gaze shifted to his strong back.

Well, to tell the truth, she didn't know where to look first.

His chest was covered by a red tank top, which made his back look more powerful and muscular than usual. Her hands gripped tightly on either side of the handlebars, making the veins on them stand out even more against her skin.

"You're saving your souls with every pedal stroke," she assured, pushing her hair back with her hand. "Come on!" she encouraged, exhaling air through her mouth before inhaling again through her nose.

Megan knew she shouldn't be looking at him like that. It was wrong and she knew it, but she couldn't stop looking. Father Charlie was like a drug she was addicted to.

She felt a strong pressure between her legs when she saw how several drops of sweat slid down his broad back to get lost under the waistband of his shorts. Lost in her thoughts as she was, she didn't realize that her class had ended. She stopped the recording, and before he turned around and caught her red-handed, she got out of there as fast as her short legs would allow.

She came back a while later hoping he could give the article his thumbs up. She walked into the bathroom, where the steam from the shower was rising. She stood in front of the door, just as he was putting on his towel with his back to her. Of course he knew she was there. He tilted his head to look at her, before cracking a lopsided smile.

"I'm sorry, father," she murmured, putting the article over her eyes shyly, before handing it to him without looking at him. "I just wanted you to look over today's article."

He nodded and took it. She took a couple of steps absentmindedly as she read it before announcing her verdict.

-No -he whispered- I don't approve

-It is what it is- she answered quietly-

-We can't publish a story that says the police are blocked and that because of that they have no new leads, it's… -he thought of a way to describe it as his gaze connected with hers through the mirror- boring -he paused- mediocre -he added under her attentive gaze-

He handed her the paper again before turning to the mirror to comb his hair.

-Hey, I'm sorry -he said- I know you know that I think you're a talented writer -he explained- but this seems like you want to keep a low profile, perhaps -he explained- I think we can expect more from your journalistic efforts than that, because… -he laughed, waving his hands in the air in front of him- sorry, but where's the bloodbath? The fear? because it's not in that story

He stepped away from the sink and left the brush on the counter. He slowly turned to her, looking at her with feigned calm. Megan had never felt a gaze reflecting so many indeterminate things on her.

He approached her so that he was in front of her, so close that she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he said:

"Don't worry," he whispered before bringing his lips to her ear. "It's all part of the process," he said with a hoarse voice. "The wait," he added before starting to walk down the hall. "You're very observant," he said as he walked. "That's what makes you such a good journalist." He put his hand on the wall for a few seconds to look at her. "You like to observe."

The way he said it made her legs tremble, among other things.

Megan managed to come out of her lethargy a few moments later to follow his steps.

"Maybe I'm stuck," she murmured hastily. "Maybe I need to try harder," she said. "You're right, there's always something worth seeing," she claimed, "if you look close enough."

"You were watching me," she pointed at her with her head, "earlier in the training room." She took the ring off her finger and left it on a small wooden cabinet in the hallway. Megan followed the movement with her eyes. "Anything worth seeing?"

-It was… -she swallowed hard thinking of the right words- the exaltation of the glory of God through physical progress- she explained sitting down in one of the chairs, he did the same in the one in front of her, separated by a few meters-

-It has become a kind of secondary job- he intervened with an amused smile- the Pedaling Priest -he let out a hoarse laugh- I could become a trainer, set up my own academy

Megan preferred to save herself the comment that it was what she could set up.

And it was not exactly a fucking spinning academy.

-Some of the older Bishops ridicule all kinds of excessive exercise as a form of Vanity -he nodded, looking at her for a few moments- they see it as a way of worshipping oneself -he whispered- a sin of the flesh, I think…

-"Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you?"-Megan recited- "Therefore, honor God with your bodies"

-Yes -he whispered- exactly

Father Charlie's gaze fell on hers intensely. He rose from his chair to close the door that connected to the other part of the hallway, leaving them both completely alone and isolated.

Megan's gaze followed his movements, until he slowly returned to stand in front of her.

-They're talking about this right now in the Vatican, he said, - they've convened an Ecumenical Council to negotiate a radical change that would completely ruin all the archaic interpretations that figure in the scriptures concerning sex and lifestyle.

-And perhaps, possibly… - he whispered, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger so that she would look up at him - potentially - he murmured, strengthening his grip - celibacy for those who belong to the clergy.

-Oh - Megan stammered - that's hard to imagine.

-Do you think so? -she whispered, tangling her fingers in the gold chain with the cross she wore around her neck- the parishioners are losing faith -she said, beginning to unbutton the buttons of her novice vest with exasperating slowness- and young people are not being called to serve in the way it was done before

-Mhm -she murmured, trying to pay attention to what she was saying despite the situation-

-The Church is dying, and both the Bishops and the Pope know it- she said, finishing unbuttoning the last button, drawing a sigh from Megan's lips- change is coming

Silence took over the room, Megan's gaze then shifted to the towel that covered her and she removed it with a quick movement. She observed him for a few moments before raising her gaze to his dark eyes.

-It is still a sin -she said firmly-

He crouched down until he was at her height. He took her hand in his and kissed the inside of her wrist, where her pulse was beating fast.

"We are…" he began as she rose from the chair to be at his height.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around, as if they were dancing.

"And we will always be," he continued, resting his hands on her shoulders, pushing her against the wall.

"Sinners," she finished in a sigh that resembled a low moan.

"So, fuck it," he murmured, removing her vest and unbuttoning the buttons on her white blouse.

He bent down to kiss her neck, making her tilt her neck to give him better access. His lips left soft kisses from her collarbone to the area where her pulse was beating on the side of her neck. Then he moved down to the area above her breasts, leaving increasingly messy kisses and the occasional bite that made her squirm against him.

She tried to put her arms around his back, to feel his flexed muscles. But he wouldn't let her. He gently took her arms and separated them, leaving one on each side of her head, so that she was open for him.

Megan realized then that she hadn't kissed him on the lips. How was it possible that she was so excited then? She decided not to think about it anymore and focus on him. His hungry gaze lowered to her skirt for a few moments. He lifted her by the hips to sit her on the desk. He slid his hand inside her and pulled her panties off.

Megan felt the cold, smooth surface of the wood behind her at the bottom of her legs.

A moan escaped her lips as he entered her without warning. She dug her nails into his back, while he continued to thrust hard into her. The desk resonated with each one.

It was then that Megan felt the presence of God closer than ever before.

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

You know, thinking of the AU Crossover chaos

I'm just thinking about how much Radio Guard!Al and Canon!Al just straight up hate the other, but for different reasons. Maybe Canon!Al hates how much this version of him has so much power and he barely uses it, if at all (whats the point of being so powerful if you just use one percent of it). While for Radio Guard!Al, its lowkey for a number of reasons. He sees Canon!Al as immature, heartless, power hungry and more, everything, as an Alastor, would take down. Does his canon counterpart seriously NOT remember the many overlords they killed who were power hungry monsters, willing to hurt everyone and everything to get stay the top dog? Or is that just his universe thing only?

And I think that is the subject of a lot of their fights, be it passive aggressive insults to straight up borderline murder attempts. And they never hide it either. Sometimes Radio Guard!Al will straight up say, full front, not hiding it threats and everyone else has to awkwardly laugh because they know he means them and canon!Alastor HATES the fact Radio Guard!Al COULD actually go through on them and he would be scrapping by to stop him. That is, if he didn't hold back or his Charlie allowed him too. Which Canon!Al probably throws that around a lot, how his Radio Guard self is just a leashed dog. Which cues more argument.

And the scernio i picture in my head, to just solidify HOW different they are, is when they get a fight in the kitchen, probably in Radio Guard's World (idk maybe everyone AU hops for the hell of it //shrugs). It's the kitchen in Radio Guard AU Hotel, and Canon and Radio Guard are arguing, hurling insults are each and more. Things are being said, hurtful or not. And just keeps getting worse and worse. To the point Radio Guard does actually threaten Alastor, reminding him, he only promised to not hurt Canon!Alastor's Vox, he never said anything about Canon!Alastor before pulling away to go back to preparing food. And Canon!Alastor has to take a second to recope before hurling insults and more, snapping at the hand who holds the most power in the room. And I think Radio Guard!Al would just seal the deal by simply saying "You know who you remind me of? Father" and he just smirks as the life drains from his counterpart's eyes and the smile begins to falter (since I like to imagine that Alastor's dad was uh le scum. You know, power hungry, worst of the worst and more). And probably list how they are similar, their father and canon!Al, how they push people away, always have to be the one controlling everything or they throw a hissy fit and will do ANYTHING to have that control, even hurting others, and saying along the lines of "Like Father, Like Son, huh?"

And of course, by this point, Radio guard Al, probably cuts his head open, and curses, flinching back from the blade and Canon tries to make a snarky remark, his mind still reeling, but than Radio Guard!Angel pushes by and sees his Alastor hurt and rushes over. he gets onto him while Radio Guard!Al laughs it off, saying he still needs to cook dinner tonight. And instead of being pushed away, Radio Guard!Angel get pushes his counterpart back to sit in a chair while he goes to start cooking, saying Al needs to rest his hand. And than Radio Guard!Husk comes in, more clean cut, he sees his Al bleeding, his Angel cooking and sighs, grabbing the first aid kit from the top of the stove to patch up his Al before going to help cook. Than comes his counterpart's Nifty, than his Sir Pent (because we'll throw him in too) than his Vaggie, than his Charlie and hell even his Lucifer and he sits in silent pain that, this version of him, is so very close to the hotel staff. And he just sits in silence as he watches them bond and laugh, and how they feel like a family, a community and he can't stomach it. Even when everyone, and i mean everyone, goes to eat outside since its a lovely night. And even when Canon!Al THINKS he has an upper hand against his counterpart with Vox, he catches them slowly repairing their relationship. He sees how every version of him is happy. Expect him. Their smiles and geuine, their laugh is true and it hurts so much he has to excuse himself and just, run. Run away from it all.

omg this is longer than i wanted, this was just rambles aaaaaaaaa -⚔️ anon

When RadioGuard said canon reminds him of their father that physically hurt me too that was a deep cut

Your rambles make my day every time I love them

[toi-monogatari]

Raw version of chapter 1 of my radio apple fic

Radioapple bonding exercises

Summary: Charlie decided that for the best of the hotel, both of her dads should learn to get along with each other, if they want it or not. This shall be done with a series of bonding exercises.

Full work on ao3. Here you get chapter 1 for now.

Chapter 1 Force

It was an early morning at the hazbin hotel. The red sky softly shun a hue upon the streets of the pride ring and sinners got on with their usual lives. Murder, assault and rape happened left and right as per usual. On this usual morning though, the young owner of the hotel had different plans for her newly rebuilt hotel. And she was ready to share them with her guests.

Among her guests were two unusual faces. The radio demon came early as usual, sitting at his table and drinking a cup of a dark roast. In the corner of the room was Travis, shoved upside down into a trashcan. An usual sight. Alastor must have done that due to always receiving tea instead of his morning coffee. Travis never learns.

At the bar Angel Dust was sitting and drinking a virgin Margherita that Husk prepared for him, as they softly talked about their life. Those two surely did get along since Charlie brought them together. Watching them made her feel sure those two will get redeemed. And it sparked an idea.

"Niffty, dear, would you mind fetching my father from his room? It's time for the exercises!" She said in her sweet voice.

Vaggie that followed close behind her looked at her girlfriend and immediately realised what was going to happen. In a worried tone she asked: "Charlie... Are you sure this is a good idea? I doubt they will-"

But Charlie cut her off: "it'll be fine, Vaggie. Don't worry. I know it'll work."

“Yes charchar?”

“Yes dear?”

The two voices sounded simultaneously, followed by a silence so sharp it could cut someone. The Radio Demon and the King of Hell stared at each other in hatred. If not for the sweet voice of the Princess, these two might have murdered each other with their eyes.

“Well, dad, and Al, I have decided that if you both really want to stay and help me, that you have to give a good example to the sinners.”

“Well of course I want to help you. I can give a good example. The best example even! They never have seen an example as well as what I’ll give!” Lucifer immediately took the initiative. To which the Radio Demon laughed.

“Oh really. Well, I’ll pass. I agreed to help you with the hotel, not its programming.”

“Well it wouldn't be the first time you’ve ‘passed’.” the short blonde laughed at his own joke, which quickly was followed by slowly rising darkness and accompanied by the noise of a crashing stereo system.

Vaggie looked at her girlfriend and softly spoke: “Charlie.. they’re at each other's throats all the time. I think it’ll be more safe for all of hell to keep them apart.”

“That is exactly why I need to make them work together now. If I won’t then there is a chance they will keep fighting about how to do the things around the hotel all the time. That would be far worse than just getting them to learn more about each other.” Her voice sounded like she tried to convince herself her plan was true, like she didn’t believe her own spoken words.

Vaggie sighed, rubbed her eyes and nodded, “Okay, if that is what you want, I’ll support it. I just hope you ain’t too overshadowed by trying to make everyone become friends.”

But Charlie didn’t listen anymore, as she was too focused on making her dad and the man who said she is like a daughter he never had, become friends.

“No, no. No scary tentacle things. Now, I just want to let you do some bonding exercises. Nothing too much, really. And it’ll be slow paced, don't worry. So you won't have to see each other all the time.” She chuckled, as if to push off any faint nervousness she had.

“No.” Alastor answered in a single word.

“For once I agree with the animal. I would do anything different than spend time with him.” The Short King answered in return. “What is even the point? It is not like either of us will ever see heaven again.”

“It would just make me very happy…” Charlie said, her head slowly falling. It was true, neither of those two would ever be allowed into heaven, one a crazed serial killer and cannibal, the other a fallen angel. No matter what they would do, heaven would never let them in. Yet still, to her it was important the people she cared about would get along.

And for a split second, a subtle movement could be noticed by those most observant, a small twitch in Charlie's mouth corner. She was holding back a cry.

“Hmmpf… Fine. What is the exercise you want me to do with Bambi here?” the father looked at his daughter, causing the Radio Demon not to want to be any worse.

“Yes, it won’t hurt to do some exercises with this excuse of a golden retriever. But not because I want to, do not get that wrong. I do this simply because if this hotel fails, I’ll have noone to make fun of anymore.” He spout out, his radio voice stopping for a split second, which intrigued the king, making him stare for a moment as his daughter spoke again.

“Great! Today we will talk about others redeeming qualities!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54103345/chapters/136979956

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S03E10 - Fanning the Flames

I don't have a clear image of this episode, aside from the major plot points and that Charlie and Rex almost got blown up again but that's what the rewatch is for.

Fogo mentioned again. At this point it sounds to me like Newfoundland's Mykonos, maybe without the terrible crowds.

"I'm going to put all that performance in case someone is watching, even though there's no one but my now murdered by me husband at home."

I wonder where they get generic firetruck footage from.

No, but she did give a great performance as the grieving wife. I believed her for a while.

Charlie: "What do you say, partner? Go pay a visit to Sarah?" Rex: "You'll pay a visit to Sarah, I'll get stuck outside. Life is unfair."

"Coffee with Jesse? I'm saved!"

Yeah, Rex is totally a chick magnet. Speaking as a chick.

Rex: "Double date? Say yes, Jesse! I need to expand my social circle."

Someone got away from Rex? Is that even possible?

Why is this shot funny?

"Everybody loved him" is one of the quotes that should disappear from crime shows. He was murdered.

"Why, thank you very much, Sarah. It will be torn to pieces by the end of the week."

Why the tongue, sir?

Again???

Definitely funny.

It's a good thing that Rex is observant.

Joe: "You sure you're okay?" Charlie: *brushes it off like a good crime show lead character*

Jesse: "This weekend I was thinking of going for a big, long walk". Rex: "You had me at 'walk'."

Sarah: "How are you two doing?" Charlie: "Rex is fine". Sarah: *unimpressed don't-bullshit-me look* "And you?" Charlie: "You know. Shaken, no stirred". I would have smacked him. Sarah is way more patient than I am.

"We may be dealing with a serial bomber". We should only be so lucky. (We're not.)

"Something tells me she's holding something back". The murder.

So we are on the third floor. Glad to know.

That might have been the first show where I heard the term "porch pirate".

Undercover stint!

Looking good even in that outfit.

Why are they putting heist music in the stakeout, I can't with them.

Charlie and Sarah listening to Jesse stuttering about his love life.

"Everyone thinks they can outrun Rex". Well, this kid actually escaped him twice.

Level B has to be the basement, right?

Again, if they wanted to have a storyline where the teen has a mom with an abusive boyfriend, they should have put the word abuse somewhere in there. This is still a cop show, storylines like these should be written in there without having to tip-toe around certain words.

"Hold on, I think I can open this one."

"Why do we attract all the crazies?"

"You're not just a pretty face". Why do I have the feeling that if she'd had the time, she'd have tried to romance Charlie too?

"Wow, you really fall in and out of love a lot." "I have commitment issues". Among other issues that she's got.

Rex about to thwart one more well-thought out plan. Poor criminals, they keep stumbling upon the most clever dog this side of the Atlantic.

"I'll tell them you sacrificed yourself getting me to safety outside but died heroically trying to stop Phil from detonating one of his bombs". Charlie is probably wishing criminals will stop telling him what they'll do after they kill him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were these wires important?"

Uh-oh. Imminent disaster. That's what happens when you lie to people, Jesse.

I like this episode. I would have maybe pushed it a bit further on the back because the brushes with death kept piling up.

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Man, I have so many ideas of what Hazbin Hotel could do but because, I'm a fan, they're probably not going to do it. Like what they could of done with Alastor instead of serial killer cannibal that practices Voodoo. Keep the voodoo based powers, take out the cannibal part because that's a bad view for voodooism, and make the serial killer thing more of a one time mass murder. He died in early 1900's so, let's say a lynch mob murdered someone he cared about and he made a deal with Lilith or some other demon to "Kill them all with all of the power the rings of hell had to offer." Which would explain why Alastor is the way he is and why he's so powerful. It would still work too because Voodooism has some ties to catholicism, more commonly in Lousiana though, which is where Alastor is from so it wouldn't be too much off an issue. It would also make him more of a morally grey character that we can understand. Making him fit perfectly with the Voodoo culture, because while Voodooism isn't sacrificing babies and cannibalism. There are still people that use Voodoo for things like hexing and not so great stuff. Just like any other culture. It would also provide good reasons as to why he thinks he's untouchable in hell, even when it comes to Lucifer!

Lucifer becoming like a therapist or counselor for the Hazbin Hotel. I don't go to therapy, but even I know this is such a missed opportunity here. He knows what it's like to fall from grace to literally rock bottom so, wouldn't it make more sense if for him to tend to his subjects, unlike how his Dad, and help them achieve something he could never have? I mean, I like the whole "confiding your feelings into your local Bartender" thing Husk has, and that can still be a thing with Lucifier still helping out in the way I mentioned. Not only would it boost his confidence in realizing he can actually make impact on people if he was given a chance, but it would also show Charlie the lengths of which her Dad actually does cares.

I do agree with the critical side that Valentino should've been taken care of by now. Or at least, the planning for it to be. They even had the set up with Charlie finding out the extent of Angel's abuse. Hell, you can keep everything somewhat the same, but at the end. Have Charlie sneak back to the club and straight up kill him, showing off how much of a threat the daughter of hell can be. You've got the motive of Valentino was getting in the way of her plans/ Angel Dust's recovery, and that she's a good person, right there! Hell, it doesn't even have to be Charlie, Vaggie could've done it because of how much the plan means to Charlie or Charlie could've even sent Alastor to do it for her! I can even see Husk making a comment to Charlie about it. Not to mention, the drama of Angel finding out and causing a possible rift between Charlie and Angel, because Angel is well Angel.

And lastly, Charlie making a deal with Alastor. Even since it was mentioned in the pilot for her not to make a deal with Alastor, because of who he is. I just want to see what would happen, because they made it a big deal and I thought it could be a plot point. Some many possibilities, but I've made this long enough so, I'm just going to leave it here.

Okay woah this is a long one uhhh

Alright, starting first, I love the starting ideas for Alastor. I know that in his comic which I'm pretty damn certain is canon/official, it shows that it irks him like none other when "those of fairer means" are targetted and pushed around. Maybe someone who was like a little sister to him faces the injustices of 1920s racism, with him calling on Lilith, knowingly or unknowingly. Now his soul is forever bound to the will of Lilith, even in Hell. The reason for his unbound power comes from her. And that is why he only appears when Charlie announces the Hazbin Hotel. He plays it off as if he just wants to mess with sinners and watch them fail (which he kinda does want to cause his views of other people to be skewed forever after losing his lil sis figure person). And I know what you're thinking. This is fridging. Yes. Yes, it is. However, I do think that it is possible to bring back that character by having her in Heaven or something and give her a distinct character outside of Alastor. Just doing something to not be a classic Viv writing women moment lol. Anyway, the point is that Alastor truly is at the Hotel because of Lilith but slowly grows to find Charlie to remind him of the person he lost.

As for Lucifer being a therapist? Ehhhhhhhhhh. You gotta remember that he is the embodiment of pride so I do doubt that he would be much of a therapist. However, saying that, it would be interesting to see how his pride could not only just be for himself but his pride in Charlie. Maybe even combining the two. Wanting to take pride in Charlie and be a good father like he didn’t get but also wanting to still stick it to God by having Hell still be his domain of eternal punishment and the kingdom that he had built. Overall could have some extra depth with that.

I don’t really get the “Angel is Angel” comment tbh. I do think that more slowly setting up and properly exploring Val’s abuse of Angel across episodes and even seasons and have Charlie’s little moment of snapping as the peak/climax of it.

And the deal being made with Alastor is more so able to be explored with Husk than Charlie. Charlie was able to use her higher status to avoid a deal, Husk didn’t have that luxury. Would be a way to explore more class struggles in Hell.

I didn’t really get into as much detail as I wanted to but like, yeah

Idk