#i'm not too particularly stressed i'm just . huh . what . wh . huh . w

[salted15]

you ever just realize something that you've been doing your whole life is confusing in the bordering fucked up kinda way . this sounds more serious than i intend it to . i just logically processed the fact that my mom yells for me and my sister to open her bedroom door slightly so our pets can go in/out while she is in said room and i am left very confused

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Ducky to Have You

Charlie discovers her Dad's rubber duck collection and is horrified; wholesomeness ensues.

Charlie hadn't been back to her dad's house in years... Ever since she started the Hotel project, she had simply been too busy to ever check on him. And... she was regretting it.

Charlie was aghast at the absolute STATE of this place. Rubber. ducks. EVERYWHERE. Piles and piles of the little rubber bird bois... in every drawer, on every surface, in every variety.

Charlie tip-toed around the hoard of billed buddies until she finally saw him-- Lucifer. Sitting at his work table... in the middle of painting the eyes on ANOTHER duck.

"Dad?!" Lucifer nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned to face her, "CHARLIE?!"

"Whpghdl- wh- whatare you doinghere?!" Lucifer stumbled on his words, arms flailing as panic flashed across his face. "To help you move into the new hotel?!" Charlie replied with exasperation, "Remember? We talked about it yesterday!" Lucifer could barely hear her over the sound of his internal screaming, "Haha-- rightrightright..." His eyes darted across the room, 'Nonononono how could I forget?! How could I let her see this-?! DAMNIT DEPRESSION...!'

Lucifer 'nochalantly' grabbed his cane and started backing away towards the door, "W-well I'll just go and start packing then--" But Charlie grabbed the end of the staff, "Dad!" Lucifer stopped, looking at her like a pet that had just been caught chewing on something they shouldn't. Charlie had been trying to think of a nicer way of putting it, but she couldn't-- "You've been LIVING like this?!!" "I- uh--" Lucifer pulled his cane away, "Like what?" he laughed nervously. Charlie deadpanned, "The ducks, dad."

"Haha? Whaaat?" Lucifer began sweeping a particularly large rubber duck under a rug, "Th-these?" Charlie frowned with complete seriousness, "Mom told me you make rubber ducks when you're stressed..." Lucifer's heart sank deeper into his stomach, "S-she did, did she?" Charlie's chest ached as she fully processed what was happening... she choked up, "If you've been having such a hard time, why didn't you say anything?!"

'Because of this exact thing happening...' Lucifer thought as he saw Charlie's face, 'A father isn't supposed to make his daughter worry like this...' He tried his best to hide his guilt with the usual bravado, "Oh Charlie, don't worry so much! I'm the KING of HELL! I don't have hard times! Haha--" Charlie wasn't having it, though. She crossed her arms, shooting him a serious look. Lucifer sighed, accepting defeat. He pulled the brim of his tophat over his face in shame, "I'm sorry..."

Charlie didn't fully understand how her dad's mind worked, but ever since their heart-to-heart before the Heaven meeting, she had a general idea of his inner struggles. She didn't know what to say at the moment, so... she put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled consolingly. Lucifer still felt awful, but he calmed down a bit... it didn't seem like Charlie was going to judge him harshly for this. The two came to a silent truce... and continued on to the matter at hand. Packing.

They proceeded to dig through the rubber ducky piles for Lucifer's belongings... "I know you like ducks, but..." Charlie finally spoke up as she fished out a sun hat, "Isn't this... a bit much...?" "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I just... It started because... Well, I wanted to make the perfect wittle ducky." Lucifer explained, taking the hat and putting it in a suitcase, "Something that would make you smile... something as special to you..." He smiled warmly at her, "...As you are to me." Charlie was genuinely touched, "Aww... dad..." For so long she had assumed he didn't care about her, but more and more she was realizing just how much he did.

Lucifer took the mood back down as he looked at the floor, dejected, "...but none of them were ever good enough." He squeaked one of the duckies anxiously, "I kept iterating, but no matter what I tried-- I..." He bit his lip, unable to admit those last words as he smacked the duck into the floor, "...anyway, eventually it just became a nervous habit." Charlie frowned, "Dad..." The two averted their gazes from each other, continuing to pick through the ducky hordes...

Then... Charlie saw something that made her smile. Along with the pair of shoes she was looking for, Charlie picks up one of the ducks. "Hey Dad..." "Yeah?" "You don't have to worry about making any more ducks for me." "Huh?" "You already made a perfect one." Lucifer was completely taken aback, tripping over a duck pile as he turned to face her, "I have? How? Where??!"

Charlie walked over to her father, took his hands... and deposited in them the rubber ducky. Oh. Lucifer remembers this one. The white color, the multiple wings, the little apple tophat... this particular rubber ducky had been crafted in his own image. It wasn't magical, it didn't spit fire, but... Charlie grinned at him so sweetly it made his heart melt, "This one is my favorite."

Lucifer's eyes welled up. Ever since Lilith left, he had been afraid. Afraid that he was a killjoy who would never recover from his fall. Afraid that he ruined everything he touched... including Charlie's life. Lucifer was an angel of creation, a powerful King of Hell-- he could and would give Charlie anything she ever wanted. But the only thing she wanted was the one thing he was afraid to give her... her dad.

Holding his rubber ducky doppelgänger close to his chest, Lucifer smiled... Charlie gasped in awe as, with a dramatic TAP of his cane, Lucifer sent out a wave of sorcerous magic-! All the remaining rubber ducks began to glow... before EXPLODING into a beautiful swirl of sparkling golden dust!! It was like a gorgeous fireworks display, giving the whole house a warm shimmer. It dissipated... leaving the house sparse and duck-less.

After getting over the spectacle, Charlie took a sharp breath-- "But Dad, all your work...!" Lucifer reassured her, "It's all right, Charlie..." He opened his hands... and returned to her his self-portrait ducky. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he smiled, "I don't need them, anymore."

From that point on, Charlie kept this little ducky of her father on her bedside table. And in Lucifer's room of the new-and-improved Hazbin Hotel-- he proudly displayed a rubber ducky replica of his beloved Charlie.

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[luvyumemi]

Clean up your mess.

childe x princess!reader

Word count — 0.9 k

cw — non graphic depictions of death,blood,non sexual degration

genre — hurt no comfort.

summary — childe was sent out to kill your father, setting out to leave the palace they hear crying going back to the scene they see you crying over your fathers dead body.

background music —

“A king you say? , how interesting. Alright, I'll be on my way !”

Childe heads out of the door. You know most people wouldn't have that much glee on their face when they're told to kill someone but I guess childe isn't most people huh? Killing a king, now that was something childe hasn't done before. boots crushing on the snowy grounds of Snezhnaya he couldn't help but think about his “victim” does he have a family? If so, does he cherish them? Well, he better because these moments will be the last he’ll ever see them again.

Then he arrived, modest weather obviously warmer than Snezhnaya but not hot, it looked similar to monstad in a way but simultaneously different. could it be that he liked it here? hemp, not a chance. He stops with the chitter-chatter and heads on with his mission. Of course, there's no time to waste. Do you know how hard it is to infiltrate a palace? No, you don't.

“ according to the schedule of the king, he should be here soon.”

Childes' curious eyes glid across the king's tea area. scaling around every object in the room, the room just looked gloomy. He didn't know how to explain it; there was just no sense of happiness in there. Not too long after noticing a family photo.

“So he does have a family, what a shame.”

Most people knowing his personality would think this was satirical but no, every word that slipped out of his mouth at that moment was pure misery. tearing a family apart was not something childe particularly enjoyed doing but it was rather he had to. oh here comes the king.

“ Yes, I understand that I have a meeting to attend to but just give me some alone time, please? for once.”

As the door slammed behind him the king let out a sigh. childe wonders

“Is he too stressed to notice or something? Well, I'm not complaining, makes my job easier?”

Pulling the dagger from his left pocket, he glances at it for a moment but remembers the task at hand. steering towards the king he seems to be aware of remotely his now presence, not much of a difference to childe anyway since his going die to either route he takes, screaming, shouting, or even briber whatever he tried wouldn't phase him.

“Hey wh- who are you w- we can talk abo-”

The king's frantic words were sadly cut off by a blade that slashed his throat a sense of pride suddenly ran thru childe's veins still making quite the mess, blood on his papers all on his photos well at least the room had a little color tho whoever cleans this is gonna have a heck of a time, childe didn't care because he wasn't the one who had to clean up the mess, he never was.

“Okayy now that's done I can leave, wonder what his meeting was about. huh I guess we’ll never know”

Out the door he goes,trabling down he stairs wondering what his next task will be. the only problem is someone's crying, in the same exact room he just killed someone in. he knows going in will just make his task harder but he can't shake the off the "guilt", he's never felt like this before, was it because he had a family or was it that he guy didn't do much wrong. he doesn't know Tsaritsa just wanted the guy dead.he open the door he just went out of a few minutes ago he sees a girl not just any girl but a princess,body hanging over her fathers dead lifeless one she clung to it as if it was going to bring him back but nothing,no sing of life,no movement,nothing. she was just left sobbing there, assumably alone,he knew there was nothing that could fix this,back turned to the wall eyes on the floor. there was this disgusting feeling seeping all over his body he felt like he was catching a disease one not lethal but one that brought executing pain,slumping his body over to you

“Sorry.”

That's all any other words he wanted to say refused to come out of his mouth, you couldn't speak either the man that took your father, your guide, your helper, is now apologizing like it's some candy he stole? How dare he lay his disgusting, filthy, fleabag hands on you “how could he”

Is the words that repeated through your mind, how did he even muster up the courage- no pride to speak to you, to look at you, to touch you. you were revolted by his mere existence and childe could tell the guilt was eating him alive rightfully so,he knows he doesn't deserve to feel any type of guilt right now he knows full well what he did and he did it anyway. how could a person do something like this a still feels bad for themself,simply nauseating. You saw his lips separate like he was going to say something, you stopped him.

“Hands off, Mutt.”

There was a shock going through his body and you could see it, his dignity shattered at that point if, he had any left. Removing his left arm off your back as he didn't deserve to speak to you not even to think about touching you. there was nothing he could do to make it better. helpless ,that's how he was supposed to make his victims feel, for once he's cleaning up the mess.

A.N — this was really fun to like hope you like it i tried to make it a lil longer but it still didnt reach 1.0 k i might make a scara ver idk