#niffty deserves more attention

[veevoosh]

THEYRE SO SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[animationgirl89]

Niffty Appreciation Post. 🪡💙

[safination]

Little Things

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Pairings: Alastor x Reader Warnings: None! TLDR: There are days when Alastor just doesn't want to be touched, and you totally understand that. You're one your best behavior to not touch Alastor. Surely, with such an attentive partner, no misunderstanding will occur.

My inbox is currently accepting requests. Feel free to ask for some stuff. I'm in a mood to write and create, so lend me your ideas and I'll bring them to words. This is a drabble. It's weird not to make full one-shots tbh, but meh, wasn't in the mood to make this a whole one-shot.

It’s the little things, really.

Alastor sits towards the edge of the bar, his stool nudged just a fraction farther than usual.  Charlie leans forward, eyebrows furrowed as she rants about this and that and this and that.

Tentacles slither out the shadows, wrapping themselves around the legs of Alastor’s stool. No one really notices when the tentacles pull him another fraction farther away.

Or, how just this morning, Alastor took time out of his day to grab a bowl, and carefully place the three eggs Niffty asked for.  The bowl slides across the table instead of being placed into her tiny hands.

See? The little things.

Heh . . .

You deserve a pat on the shoulder, honestly. Because what a considerate partner you are! Alastor didn’t even have to mention the slightest discomfort, yet still, you know he’s in ‘no touch!’ mode.

That’s why, for the entire day, you’ve been supporting Alastor’s ‘No-Touch’ day.

The rest of Hell’s day goes something like this:

Alastor asks you to hand him his coat.

And like the considerate partner that you are, you hand it to him. Although, you do have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from helping him wear the thing.

If it were any other day you would wrap it around his shoulders, and hold the back as he slips it around his arm. Then you would trail your fingers across his lapels to adjust its fit. Maybe, even give his bowtie a slight tug.

But you are a very, very, good partner.

So, your hands are kept to yourself, and the coat is placed on the table with a smile.

The devil seems keen on tempting you, but no, you are not giving in. (If you were in the garden, not even the devil himself could make you eat that apple.)

It’s been quite the productive day, and you definitely deserve an award! Not once have you touched Alastor, not have you stepped a foot into his personal space. It’s been difficult if you were being honest, but oh, well.

Maybe you’ll buy yourself a sweet, little treat for being such a considerate partner to Alastor. He’s quite lucky. Very few are as kind as you are, and even less are as attentive to his needs.

Just like right now.

There’s a gaping space between your bodies. It’s an easy thing to place yourself on the edge of the bed, careful not to roll and wrap your arms around Alastor.

Really, an award is in —

Alastor shoots up the bed, his note turned into the air with a scowl. “I refuse to keep playing this childish game,” he says, huffing at you. “I’ve been waiting all day for you to sort it out, but I’ve had enough.”

“Dearest . . .” You blink at him, pushing yourself up to sit as well. “I . . . What?”

His lips twist, and once more he huffs. It reminds you of a buck. “I would rather that you tell me that you’re upset with me instead of doing these ridiculous little things.”

“Ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous and childish!” Alastor points a finger at you, and there’s this petty voice urging you to chomp it off for such an audacity. “Do not confuse me for a fool, dearest. You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

“Well, of course, I have!” you say. “You’ve been in a mood since the moment you woke up. The cat almost got its tail bitten for rubbing between your legs.”

Alastor stares at you, an incredulous look on his face. “Ridiculous,” he tells you. “You are, absolutely, ridiculous.”

“I think you mean ‘considerate’.”

He flops back down to the bed, then rolls to you like some fucking child. Alastor keeps rolling until you don’t know whose limbs belong to who. His fingers curl around your shirt as he buries his weight deeper into you.

It’s the little things, remember? Like how you reach out to play with the strands of his hair until you’re finally combing through.

“I thought you were in a mood.”

“I am,” Alastor tells you, and deeper and deeper and deeper he goes. “All day I’ve been wanting nothing but this, yet you were so quick to deny me.”

“Don’t your moods usually require personal space?”

Alastor pulls you even closer, until your personal space becomes his as well. “This belongs to me,” he says. “And I don’t appreciate it being taken away from me.”

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[primrosebow]

An open letter to bigfatbimbo.🪽

Reasons why you should write for Adam.

1 -> He is a misogynist (not for long)

Look at his face. He is so weird. I swear. He has been favoritized for far too long, leaving him with the most mind-numbing god complex. Don't you want to stab him to death like niffty? Don't you want to put him where he deserves to be (either underground or under me)? I do. You should too! Because his way of thinking meets it's end where my heels begin.

2 -> He is stupid

He has the emotional maturity of a boiled lobster. He fits into heaven like an orca in the amazon river. He is so unbelievably incompetent it is actually kind of mind boggling. Don't you want to crush him like he's a little bug (either with your fists or your thighs)? Didn't he literally say one of the "biggest issues evet" was math or something? He probably couldn't tell you where Africa is in the world map even if you paid him. Even the fruit of knowledge couldn't give him enough braincells to function as a proper member of society.

3 -> he deserves humiliation

He deserves to have his entire worldview rocked and destroyed, something we can surely provide. His shallow thinking should be promptly obliterated. He has only ever gotten away from beautiful tall strong women because he always had the option of just asking for a different woman. They didn't have the mental fortitude to put him in his place. We are the bearers of the curse (liking repulsive men), and, since there is no "mental fortitude" to begin with, there is nothing for him to break down. We (as a collective) should end him.

4 -> I know what he is

His entire persona is a gigantic act to make up for the fact he cannot appropriatelly cope with losing in general, much less losing the, like, 2 wives he ever had (to THE SAME GUY!! MIND YOU!!!) and if he had more people they were one night stands. Not because he left them, but because people know he is worthless scum and he is good for nothing other than his "original dick" ( eugh. I usually refrain from cursing >:// ). It is the reason for his pride and also the only thing that makes him even remotely worth the hastle of talking to. He is the equivalent of a carnival prize to the people in heaven, scoring him is more of a show of your own endurance rather than how coveted he is. He has been objectified through his own hubris. He should be made aware of that. He should fear the knowledge we posses. It should be used against him.

5 -> he sounds.. like.. . He sounds good.

I watched the series while skipping most of the songs but I genuinelly could not do it when he was singing. No wonder he's in a band or something, I didn't actually pay attention to what he was saying I was paying more attention to the sound of his voice so I don't remember clearly what's up with that. Like he sounds REALLY good. If only he knew how to just use his voice without saying the most repulsive atrocities to be ever uttered by anyone ever. Oh yeah! We can make him incoherent enough for that to happen.

6 -> Lute deserves better

Lute deserves, like, a woman. Not him. She's too gorgeous for him, and, the difference between us and her is that while SHE is dealing with HIM, in our case, HE has to deal with US. Really, we're just saving a beautiful, amazing, stunning, showstopping woman a lot of trouble, and getting an ENTIRE PATHETIC MAN AS A TRADE! WIN WIN! Literally no downsides, I swear.

7 -> he is girl dinner

Don't you just love looking into your fridge and seeing the worthless scraps that built up overtime but somehow taste better now than they usually would have, which is particularly shocking considering it has 0 nutritional value? That would be what girl dinner is, and also an appropriate analogy for what Adam is like! Just roughly ok looking enough for you to not downright call it a biohazard. You will go to bed satisfied after fighting tooth and nail for your dinner (getting him to behave properly) and, it'll be easier the next times maybe! Operant conditioning is a heavy hitter with this repulsive individual, so it might actually get easier! Who knows!

8 -> Pretty please? (´｡･д人)ﾞ

I really. Uh . I really want him if you couldn't tell? Maybe the cannibalism and the fear I want to instill into him got in the way of you seeing my point, but, like, that's just how I love. The highest honor I could bestow on him is wanting to eat him, so, maybe that'll assist in your judgement? I also just really like your writing and would love to hear your thoughts on his idiotic self. AND! AND! Other people also want you to write about him if I well remember the 1 ask you received about him!

I await your response when you are available @bigfatbimbo

If you need more convincing; I can, like, draw him? I'm going to draw him no matter what but like I can cook something up for you in particular who knows.

You did say you were already considering writing for him, so, maybe this can be a final push in that direction for you!

- sincerely, Bow

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

Hazbin Hotel Beach! Headcanons

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Nifty, Lucifer, Adam, Cherri

A/N: Hey guys! I am just so ready for summer to come so I can relax on the beach… so i thought it would be fun to do some beach headcanons for our favorite sinners!

😈🗝️Charlie🗝️😈:

Definitely the one that organized this entire beach day.

Though this is supposed to encourage relaxation, she is sort of stressed making sure that everyone gets along. 

Very adamant that everyone wears their sunscreen.

Drags Vaggie into the water to play around and try to find fish.

Makes sure everything is as perfect as it can get. Snacks? Check. Tons of water and drinks? Check. Umbrellas and tents? Check. Speakers? You bet!

Once she tires herself out, she takes a very well-deserved nap in the sand.

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Spend the trip making sure that Charlie finally gets a day to relax and not worry so much.

The second anyone tries to splash her or throw sand at her, a full blown beach battle ensues.

Will definitely be the one to dig holes in the sand and see how deep she can make it.

Was planning on relaxing and sunbathing, but gave in to Charlie's begging to go swimming (and actually enjoyed it a lot).

The second Charlie takes a nap, Vaggie will guard her to make sure that nobody disturbs her needed sleep. 

Makes sure to put more sunscreen on Charlie while she’s asleep so she won’t get burned.

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

This man is allergic to the sun.

Like, he’s covered from head to toe in sunscreen, wearing far too much clothing given the fact that he’s at the beach, and hides in a beach tent for the entirety of the day. 

Angel thought it would be funny to toss some sand into his tent until Alastor sent one of his shadows after him and he ran away screaming.

Like… Why did he agree to come??

He does enjoy listening to some of the music that Charlie plays until he realizes that it’s coming from a phone and not a radio (Al, who the fuck brings a radio to the beach?).

The only person that he lets come into his tent is Niffty, because she just over exhausts herself and takes a nap in the shade.

🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:

Definitely the life of the party.

Is wearing the most stylish bikini and the cuntiest sunglasses, just a total beach diva.

Though Charlie insisted that the only drinks allowed were water and soda, Angel manages to sneak a couple bottles of Beelzejuice so he and Husk can actually have some fun.  

Builds sand castles with Cherri Bomb, gets extremely upset if somebody messes it up.

Absolutely demolishes the competition in a game of beach volleyball (Having 6 arms comes in handy). 

Also wins any sort of swimming contest that Vaggie challenges him to (Again, 6 arms really gives you an advantage).

Definitely sees some cute guys and fake-flirts with them to get Husk’s attention.

♥️🥃Husk🥃♥️:

He’s a cat demon for a reason, any time Angel tries to drag him into the water, the hairs on his back rise and he hisses in disdain. 

The group eventually gives up on trying to get him to swim, letting him relax in the sand instead.

Drinks almost all of Angel's alcohol stash and passes out in the sand, curled into a purring ball, wings protecting him from being burned.

Angel takes a picture of him like this, and when he later finds it in Angel’s room he threatens to kill him if he doesn't immediately get rid of it (secretly thinks it's sweet that angel cares enough to hang a photo of him in his room.)

After much begging, he agrees to play beach volleyball with Angel, Cherri, and Vaggie. He absolutely sucks and gets pissed if anybody makes fun of him for it (except for Angel. He’ll allow it).

Ends up carrying most of the heavy stuff after they decide to leave.

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

Decides to bring his Egg Bois, but ends up worried that they’ll literally cook the whole time so he makes a little hole for them in the sand to cool off. 

“Uhh.. Miss Cherri, would you like to build a sandcastle with me?” “Why? I thought we were mortal enemies, old man!” “Uh.. ummm… because I’m asking EVERYONE to build a sandcastle with me…!”

Hangs out in the water the whole time because it’s much easier to maneuver in water than on sand as a snake. 

Built a machine specifically made to drill holes underground, somehow ends up making an entire tunnel system under the sand. This eventually leads to Vaggie walking on a particularly weak spot on the sand and literally falling into the caved-in tunnel. She was pissed off, to say the least, and banned the use of any “inventions” for the rest of the day.

Really wants to impress Cherri and join in on her volleyball game, but is way too shy. He’ll just cheer her on and admire her from the sidelines.

Loves napping in the sun -  being at the beach is like laying under one big heat lamp, so his cold-blooded self delights in it.

🪳🪡Niffty🪡🪳:

Because there are no bugs for her to kill, she will literally hunt hermit crabs for sport. It’s actually horrifying. 

Sir Pentious soon regrets building the whole tunnel system thing because Niffty starts crawling around in it and jumpscaring people at random. 

Somebody has to have their eye on her the entire time, or she will disappear without a trace and just - become one with the crabs?

Eventually tires herself out and takes a nap in Alastor’s tent (Much to everyone’s relief).

Definitely brings up the idea of going out to get a treat after, like ice cream or snow cones, which surprisingly everyone agrees with. 

Ends up sneaking a few small animals back with her to the hotel.

🍒💣Cherri Bomb💣🍒:

Thought it was lame when Charlie insisted on a “sin-free” trip, but had a little hope when Angel told her about the drinks he snuck in. Got extra pissed when she found Husk passed out with all of the bottles empty.

Was the one who initiated all of the athletic games, she just needs an outlet to blow some steam off.

When she’s not playing in the sun, she lays on her towel and makes designs on herself using sunscreen so she can have some cute marks after she’s done tanning. 

Thought it was adorable that Sir Pentious set up his towel and things suspiciously close to her because it was “the only spot where the sun coated him evenly” (Like what? Dude could not be more obvious.)

Brought a surfboard because she used to love surfing before she died and tries to teach anybody who’s willing to learn. 

Sets off one of her bombs underwater to create the biggest wave anybody’s ever seen (it ends up soaking everybody else, and she has to make it up to them by covering the ice cream bill later).

🐣👹Lucifer👹🐣:

Only came because Charlie insisted that it would be a good father-daughter bonding experience.

Kind of puts everyone on their toes - can they even have fun with the king of Hell watching their every move? (This helps Charlie prolong her nap - nobody wants to joke around or mess with her in front of her dad).

Tensions are high until he joins the volleyball game and shows everyone that yes, the king of Hell can be fun too.

Everyone relaxes after this, but they relax more when Lucifer shyly gives each of them a rubber duck that looks just like them. When Charlie asked him about this, he replied “I guess if they’re your friends, they should be my friends too.”

Has a huge rubber duck inflatable pool float that he brings to float around on.

Claims that he doesn’t like going to the beach, but the matching swim trunks and Hawaiian shirt that he just happened to have in his closet says differently.

🎸👼Adam👼🎸:

Has the original dad bod and will 100% flaunt it and talk about how sexy he is (nobody is listening.)

Wasn’t actually even invited, but he ended up seeing the rest of them there and hoped that he could make them miserable if he hung out just close enough to them.

Steals Cherri’s surfboard and brags about how he’s about to demolish the waves, but absolutely eats shit and will never hear the end of it.

Doesn’t realize Lucifer is there until he sees him glaring at him from a nearby tent and gets scared shitless.

Will deny it if anybody asks, but he’s secretly looking for the perfect seashell to bring back to Heaven and surprise Lute with. 

Everyone genuinely celebrates when he gets bored and finally decides to leave (cue that one duck meme “ADAM!”) 💀

[vikkirosko]

Can we get Hazbin Hotel headcanons for Angel, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty and Sir.Pentius reacting to the reader (who is an early teenager) with whom they have formed a strong platonic bond coming to them with adoption papers and a shy smile on their face?

Platonic headcanons Adoption documents

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x teen!Reader 🎶

Charlie has always treated you very warmly and carefully. From the first day of your stay at the hotel, you have developed a good relationship. You were younger than her, you were just becoming a teenager and Charlie understood that you needed attention and care, especially considering that you went to Hell at such a young age. At first you treated Charlie with caution, but over time you gained confidence in her

Charlie took care of you like she was your big sister. With her, your life has become calmer. There was a strong, almost family relationship between you. Charlie actually considered you part of her family, even though she didn't tell you. She thought you'd think it was weird or that she was too intrusive. But when you came back to the hotel one day very excited, she felt restless

She understood that something might have happened that you weren't ready to tell her about, but when you quietly told her that you would like to talk to her alone, she felt excited. But when you were alone, you shyly handed her a piece of paper. It turned out to be adoption documents. You hurriedly started muttering that if she was against it, then you didn't force her to sign these documents and that you would understand if she didn't want to, but instead of answering, Charlie hugged you tightly

Charlie was genuinely glad that you really trusted her so much that you wanted her to become your guardian. She wasn't going to refuse you such a touching request, ready to become a family for you officially. She sincerely hoped that she could make you as happy as you deserved

❌ Vaggie x teen!Reader 🎀

When Vaggie met you, she realized that the very fact that you were in Hell seemed wrong to her. You were too young and she tried to take care of you and protect you. There were a lot of things in Hell that could hurt you and Vaggie didn't want anything to happen to you. She understood why you couldn't trust her for a long time, but eventually the relationship between you began to get better

Vaggie took care of you, if you needed to go somewhere, she tried to go with you to make sure you were safe. A warm relationship has begun to appear between you. She took care of you as if you were a member of her family. You were as dear to her as Charlie. She was willing to do a lot to protect you both. You were a real family to her, even though Vaggie didn't talk about it

When you came back to the hotel one day nervous, Vaggie thought something bad had happened. She wanted to ask you about it, but you yourself approached her and said that you needed to talk in private. She was a little surprised, but still tense. Only when you were alone did you shove a piece of paper into her hands. She noticed how much you were embarrassed and that you became even more nervous. When she looked at what kind of piece of paper it was, all her anxiety disappeared. They were adoption papers

Vaggie was surprised, but when you hurriedly started saying that she didn't have to do it, all her shock disappeared and she firmly said that she would sign the documents. Sincere happiness appeared in your eyes and you hugged her tightly. You were genuinely happy that she didn't mind becoming your guardian. She was someone you sincerely trusted and Vaggie wasn't going to ruin your trust

🕷 Angel Dust x teen!Reader 💖

You met Angel at the hotel. He often saw you sitting apart from the others. Angel was interested to know why you were at the hotel, but you were not very eager to start communicating. Angel understood that you clearly could have had reasons why you could not trust others, but Angel did not give you a reason to start avoiding him

Gradually, you began to trust him more. You started spending more time together and he treated you with care. He was one of the youngest children in the family, so he was not used to taking care of someone other than his sister and himself, so it was unusual for him, but he felt almost brotherly feelings for you. He understood that he wasn't someone who could do much for you, but he tried to support you emotionally

He was surprised when you came excited, took him by the hand and led him away from the others. When he asked you what happened, you handed him a piece of paper, smiling awkwardly and trying to remain calm. When he looked at what kind of piece of paper it was, he saw that they were adoption documents

Angel was shocked by this. He never imagined himself as a guardian. It was something strange, something he had never thought of. But looking at your worried expression, he realized that he could not find the strength to refuse you this little request. He understood that you needed someone you could trust, and even though he has practically no such people, he was going to become such a person for you

📻 Alastor x teen!Reader 🎙

Alastor has always treated children with understanding. He didn't hurt them, and when he met you, he was friendly to you. You just recently became a teenager and it was difficult for you to trust people. He understood that if you went to Hell at such a young age, then there was something bad in your life. He wasn't going to make your life worse, but every time he came to the hotel, he didn't miss the opportunity to chat with you

At first you were wary of him, but gradually you began to trust him more, you stopped hiding laughter when he joked and often communicated with him. Alastor took care of you in his usual manner. Sometimes people noticed that you looked almost like a family, which sometimes even scared, because Alastor was ready to protect you if necessary

When Alastor came back to the hotel, you immediately hurried to him. You were excited and asked him to talk to you. You said there was something very important that you wanted to tell him. But when you left for the office where he usually worked, you handed him some paper. It turned out to be the adoption papers that you brought him

You were uncertainly waiting for his reaction, but when you looked at his face, you saw his smile. He had never been a father, but he remembered how his mother took care of him. Maybe he wasn't as good at it as she was, but he was going to at least try

🧹 Niffty x teen!Reader ❤️

You and Niffty knew each other even before she started working at the hotel. You lived next door and she saw how lonely you looked. That's why she began to come to visit you periodically. You looked like you had just become a teenager and you didn't have any close people. That is why Niffty began to show you care and attention, which at first caused you surprise and distrust, but over time these feelings were replaced by embarrassment and awkward trust

Niffty saw how a good relationship began to appear between you. She treated you like a mother or an older sister, often treating you to various goodies, listening when you needed to talk and hugging you when you needed a hug. Her care helped you feel better. Thanks to her, you began to smile much more often

She knew that you treated her as part of the family and took it for granted, because she treated you the same way. But when she noticed that you were worried about something, she also started to worry. She assumed there was something you were afraid to tell her. She waited patiently for you to tell her about it, but eventually she asked you herself. When you handed her some papers, she was surprised, but she was even more surprised when she found out that they were adoption documents

When she realized that it wasn't a joke, she hurried to hug you, smiling happily. She was thrilled that you wanted you to become a family officially. She hoped that now that she was going to become your legal guardian, you would remain as happy as ever

🐍Sir Pentious x teen!Reader 🎩

Initially, you were a subordinate of Pentious, something like his assistant, but did not belong to one of his minions. At first, he treated you with detachment, just like you treated him, but over time, the relationship between you began to change. The better you got to know each other, the more you began to care about each other

Even though Pentious didn't tell you about it, but he began to treat you with more care. He made sure that you ate right and that you didn't have any problems. You tried to take care of him, too. You were always ready to listen to him and help him to the best of your ability. Gradually, he began to treat you as if you were his child

When he noticed that you were worried about something, he tried to find out from you what had happened, but you remained silent. He didn't calm down until you gave him some papers, looking away in embarrassment. It turned out to be adoption documents

After that, he sincerely began to call you his child, not paying attention to the fact that you were a teenager and not a small child. He hugged you tightly, being happy that you trusted him and wanted to become one family with him. He was going to live up to your trust no matter what

[urfavlarry]

okay i needed to come on here and rant!!

why is it that in every fandom they push away the female characters?? LIKE THEY DESERVE LOVE AND ATTENTION TOO!!

and they get pushed away for the most stupid reasons too! like they get in between a queer ship that is just a headcanon and probably will never have a chance at being canon. lets take mha as an example;

they pushed away Uraraka, a very well written and strong character that had a lot of great development in the mha series, yet people pushed her away because they shipped Izuku with Bakugo!

i could say every single fandom pushes the female characters away like also in ramshackle because Skipp is a cute little golden retriever and Stone is this emo hot boy and Vinnie is just left out even tho she is a BADDASS character and I think will even become a bigger one as they release more of her!

hazbin hotel is another example! Charlie is quite hated because she is “annoying” and “getting everyone in trouble” but she is a really brave and kind character that too had some very well written development. doesnt matter if the show was rushed or not it was still pretty well written even if it had some flaws! Niffty too! she deserves more love!!

im not saying everyone in these fandoms and many others do this but a lot of people do! and i get that you just might not like the character snd thats understandable! but dont gotta hate on them to the point your making death threats and shit

anyway thats all i gotta say, thank you for your time and thank you for reading my little rampage lmao

- Love, your fav person, Larry 🩵

[hiemaldesirae]

Thorn again:

Vox, knowing he can still manipulate Alastor even though they've been rivals for years and they hate each other (or at least Vox does. He has no idea WTF Alastor's feelings are. He just knows the deer pays WAY too much Attention to him, and always touches him whenever he sees Vox.) So, when the Vees lose a battle against another battle against a sinner that has been causing issues for everyone and Valentino and Velvette are killed (not permanently but their deaths are so violent that it'll be weeks before they reform.)

Vox, himself is wounded and bleeding--missing one arm, he's had to switch his T.V screen out for his actual real face, (and by the shocked/wanting looks everyone is sending him, apparently he's hotter with his actual face? Go figure.)

But he bursts into Alastor's room, thanks to Charlie installing T.Vs in the hallways, and calls out with his frequency, his antenna sparking, cyan blood leaking from his amputated arm, he hears Alastor.

"Vox, my dear what have I--" there's a screech of static, then Alastor is hands are on him, bringing him close, his frequency gently twinning into Vox's own even as his voice fills with rage.

"Who did this, Vox?" He snarls, nose gently nuzzling Vox's cheek as he looks over Vox's actual face.

Vox sucks in a breath, before beginning his highly embellished story. Later, when he's safely wrapped up in Alastor's bed (Alastor himself behind him, holding him close his hand across his stomach thumb gently moving in circles,) heavily bandaged while Lucifer himself grows him a new arm, drowsily resting his head on Alastor's shoulder he'll smile.

As for the sinner who attacked Vox...Alastor has him waiting until Vox is healthy enough to watch. After all, his beloved muse deserves a treat. Fir now, Niffty and his pissed off Shadow are keeping him company in the Radio tower.

you know thorn. i thought about this ask a lot last night and i have a feeling i know where you got the idea from but god am i glad you sent this in. ive been very close to losing it all day because this ask was stuck in my head and trust me if i had any more brain juice left with me id write a drabble for this too

text under the cut incase its hard to read

panel1- vox: ffuck.... bastard split me up so much i cant even use this face

panel4- vox: vel and val won't be back for at least a while...

panel5- vox: oh. i have an idea.

panel7- alastor: vox, my dear, what is it that--

panel9- vox: i didn't- i didn't know where else to go...

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 3) + Alastor & Adam:

Queerplatonic Partners/Beach/Reverse Tropes/Through the Years

(Lucifer is in a QPR with Stolas & Blitzo, Alastor is in a QPR with Adam The reverse trope being used is everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating)

"Beach day!"

"Luci don't run off without sunscreen again! Remember last time!" Stolas called out to his partner from under the umbrella they had set up.

"Ha! That shit was so funny. They were red all over and pouted for two weeks."

"You too, girls. Come over here and I'll help you apply it. Honestly, we are a family full of pale beauties."

"Oh! Vaggie is here! Dad, can I go over and say hi?"

Finishing getting coated in sunscreen, Lucifer had her sit down. "After we get you cover too, duckie."

~

"Why did you drag me to the beach? You know I hate crowded places. Especially out in public."

"It's for the girls. Besides, I need you to keep all the female attention off me. Lucifer is here- Hey! Get back here you asshole!"

"You and I may be partners, but I will not let you have my love so easily Adam!"

"Wait for me, Alastor!" Running after her father figure, Niffty quickly jumped on his back.

"Dad, why do you and Alastor fight over Charlie's parent so much?"

Oh boy. Of course she would ask him that. How did he even begin to explain that? And too a teenager no less. "Um... pass?"

"It just doesn't make sense to me. Lucifer is already in a polyamorous relationship. There's no reason to fight over them. Especially when they like you both already."

"Vaggie! Come swim with me!"

Seeing his daughter smile and run over to her girlfriend, Adam couldn't be happier for her. After everything she had been through, she deserved to be happy and have this love. He also thought about what she had said.

Vaggie was a sharp kid and usually knew what she was talking about it. But it was more than Lucifer accepting them both as their partners. They were both competitive and possessive men. They also had to get past Stolas and Blitzo. And their three daughters.

~

Sitting in the sand, Alastor had somehow been roped into helping Lucifer and Niffty build a sandcastle. He blamed his weakness to the Morningstar puppy dog eyes that Lucifer had taught to his daughter figure. Although, he supposed it was worth it to see the two of them spending time together and getting along.

"So~ Al. There's a rumor going around the office that you and Adam are dating."

Alastor couldn't stop his scoff from slipping out at the idea. "Heavens no. I have no interest in dating. Least of all Adam of all people."

"I was right! I knew he wasn't your type. You don't know him that well yet for it to even be a possibility. You two are like me and my partners. I tried to tell them, but they wouldn't listen."

That surprised Alastor. He hadn't realized that he had gotten close enough to Lucifer to be comfortable around them to share that sort of information freely and let it be easily noticed. He also can't believe they had remembered that about him. It usually took others a few times of being reminded before they remembered.

"Yes. That is exactly what it is. I appreciate you trying to correct those gossip hungry co-workers of ours."

This was... nice. Could this be the life Alastor could have if he stayed in this world until Lucifer died and took their rightful place on Hell's throne? Sharing these special moments, soft smiles, and time with their daughters? If so, then he supposed that pretending to be a human wasn't completely horrible. He could get used to it.

~

"Charlie. I didn't expect to see you here today."

Here and Vaggie had been enjoying the day together and treating it like a little date. They had been taking selfies together by the water when Seviathan had interrupted them and her good mood.

"What do you want Seviathan?"

"I'm here to see if you've changed your mind about going out with me."

"No. Stop asking me. I told you already that I have a girlfriend."

"We both know that's a lie. You've already got my attention, baby."

Ew. Okay, Vaggie didn't know who this guy was, but he was two seconds away from having a broken nose. "Was my girlfriend not clear or are you just stupid?"

The Seviathan guy looked her up and down before laughing. Loud and obnoxiously. If Charlie wasn't here, Vaggie would fuck him up. But she knew Charlie wasn't a fan of violence.

"Is there a problem?"

Oh. Charlie's two beautiful cool older sisters were here now. Thank goodness. Now if Vaggie lost her temper they would either beat her to it or hold her back.

"No. No problem, ladies. Just laughing at the funny joke your sister and her friend made. Honest, Charlie, if you want me to believe you're dating someone at least pick someone better-"

The three girls gasped as Seviathan hit the ground. Did Charlie the pacifist, who cries when she steps on bugs, actually punch this jerk?

"Stop laughing at and talking bad about my girlfriend! I'm not interested in you, and I love Vaggie!"

"Wow. Did your girlfriend rub off on you?"

"Nice punch little sis. I knew those lessons would pay off."

{1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7}

[thedeerman]

RadioApple Fic:

Do You Want To Know?

Hey all, this is the first chapter of my little slow burn radioapple fic. Please let me know what you think, I don’t write much!!

Ch1: A New Idea

It’s been three weeks since the attempted extermination. Three weeks since Lucifer just barely saved the life of his daughter in a fight that nearly killed everyone she cared about. Three weeks since he helped to build the new hotel and moved into his very own suite. It’s been both terrible and beautiful for Lucifer. He had hardly spoken to another soul for years and now was thrown into daily gatherings with sinners he didn’t know. Some of which he certainly didn’t care to know. But those gatherings also included his daughter. His wonderful, smart, passionate, forgiving daughter. I don’t deserve her, Lucifer thinks constantly. He spent years neglecting their relationship, burying himself in his own sorrow, and yet Charlie welcomed him in without a second thought. Without even asking for an explanation or apology for his years of absence. He’s not sure where she got such a big heart, but he’s beyond grateful that she has it. And as an attempt to show her just how dedicated he is to helping her see out her dream, he’s been showing up for every morning meeting. Every ‘family’ dinner. Every chore list, cooking schedule, errands run, nearly anything that could be signed up for, he does. Lucifer didn’t mind chores much. Cooking was fun and he could be experimental (in a way that didn’t include human remains, much to the other residents’ delight). Doing dishes or laundry was something as monotonous and calming as making ducks and other little trinkets. And on the days when he really just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, he simply used his magic to help him get it done quickly. No matter how emotionally taxing, how time consuming, or how frustrating the task was, Lucifer was ready and willing to do anything he could to help his daughter succeed.

It’s because of this that Lucifer ends up on the attendance list for all of Charlie’s ’family’ activities for the hotel. It doesn’t seem too bad at first, but as the activities get to be a little more personal, Lucifer ends up regretting how agreeable he was to his daughter’s every request. A bit too late to be kicking myself for that now... Lucifer thinks as he sits in yet another hotel ‘family’ meeting. The ‘family’ being Charlie of course, her girlfriend Vaggie, the spider demon/porn star Angel, the grumpy bartender Husk, the scary little maid (the one that killed Adam, no less) Niffty, Angel’s one eyed bomb loving friend Cherri, now Lucifer, and... Ugh. This guy, the fallen angel thinks, as the final ‘family’ member graces them with his presence by appearing from the shadows. Alastor... What a pain in the ass. Lucifer doesn't actually have much reason to hate the demon aside from his frustrating theatrics and his need to always be the one Charlie pays the most attention to. Whatever game you’re playing, I’ve got my eye on you, he’s always thinking.

“Alrighty everyone!” His daughter’s voice catches Lucifer’s attention. “Now that we’re all here, I’d like to announce that we will be trying a new activity!” There are a series of groans from the group. None from Alastor, of course. But his creepy, always there smile seems strained, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as Charlie continued. “So! You all know how we’ve been trying out some new ideas as test runs for new residents,” she starts. Yes, and it’s been excruciating. No one involved has been enjoying being guinea pigs for Charlie’s therapy experiments. The only silver lining being that the new residents wouldn’t have to suffer the same fates, as each and every “new activity” so far has been tossed out after a resounding failure of some kind or another. Fights, tears, broken furniture, and excessive day drinking have occurred both during and after a few of these sessions. Her ideas weren’t terrible in concept, but in practice, with demons and fallen angels and souls under contract, they just weren’t working. Lucifer’s attention is once again brought to the front of the room as Charlie continues.

“And yes, I understand that the past few exercises we’ve tried... haven’t exactly ended well.” Lucifer hates the sad look in her eyes as she considers her failures, but it’s gone as quickly as it arrived. “But after a lot of discussion and thinking about how and why our previous activities went so....” She pauses, looking for the right word. “Awful? Terrible? Destructive? Shitty? Depressing?” Angel adds. Vaggie glared his way but the demon wasn’t paying any attention. “Yes, thank you Angel,” Charlie says hesitantly. “So! I took those... experiences... into account while creating this one!” Lucifer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He was a huge fan of Charlie living out her dream, but he wasn’t a huge fan of having to be this close to the action. He lets out a small sigh. I can’t abandon my place as her dad again. Charlie paused for a moment to reach into a bag and hand a bundle of items to Vaggie. Small strips of paper and markers. As Vaggie started passing them out to each of them, Charlie explains. “First thing’s first, I need everyone to write their names down. Once you’ve written your name, please give your paper to Vaggie.”

Lucifer’s anxiety starts up, as it always does when he’s involved in one of his daughter’s ‘family’ activities. He just hopes whatever comes of this involves less property damage than before. He hands his paper back to Vaggie as she walks around to collect them. Giving the papers back to her partner, Vaggie continues the instructions. “You will now each receive a randomly chosen name. The name on your paper will be for your eyes and your eyes only. Do not tell anyone else the name that you got.” Charlie excitedly passes the papers back out, now folded shut. “Except for me!” she interrupts. “I’m going to make a note of who gets who for the sole purpose of understanding the effectiveness of this activity. Don’t worry, no one else will get to see!” Her smile is infectious, Lucifer just can’t help it. He always smiles when he sees his daughter this way, so full of hope and joy. Vaggie hands him a folded strip of paper. Before he can open it to see who he was assigned, Charlie speaks again.

“Now, unlike some of our previous attempts, this activity will not be done as a group.” Multiple sighs of relief are heard, and Lucifer notices that Alastor seems to relax ever so slightly. At least that’s one thing we can agree on... “However,” Charlie continues, “This will be a week-long exercise-” multiple groans again, “that will involve a prompt each morning. That prompt will be a question or instruction that each of you will respond to in a letter. The letters don’t have to be long, but must include a full response to the prompt. They don’t have to be short either, just go for whatever your honest answer is!” She’s practically bouncing up and down with excitement as she says “The recipient of what you’ll be writing for the week will be the name on the paper youve been given. You’ll have a full 24 hours to write your letters. Tomorrow you’ll hand them in to me during the morning meeting, and will then be given the next prompt. Any questions so far?”

All of them are silent for a long moment. Vaggie breaks the silence. “Here are the rules. Rule number one: You MUST be respectful. OUR version of respectful. No insults, no petty jabs. Just answer the prompt. Rule number two: No discussing who each person is writing to. I mean NO discussion. Do not ask, do not tell. If we find out that this rule is broken, the offending parties will be sitting in on Charlie’s hotel-wide group therapy sessions for a month.” Lucifer’s eyes went wide at this. Several others did as well. Group therapy wasn't an uncommon ‘punishment’ (though Charlie wont ever call it that) but the sessions are held four days out of the week and last for one to two hours at a time. And with new arrivals slowly trickling into the hotel to be redeemed, the sessions were getting larger. Lucifer tensed, thinking of the last time he was forced to participate after getting into a spat with the only sinner in the building he just couldn’t stand to be around. Lucifer was not meant for group therapy, that was for sure. The most any of them have been forced to attend for bad behavior was one week. None of them wanted a whole month.

Vaggie looked amused at the group’s reaction to this. She spoke again. “This also includes revealing yourself to the person you’re writing to. These letters are supposed to be anonymous.” Charlie speaks up. “This exercise depends on honesty and anonymity, and I have really high hopes that this one can be used by new residents learning to redeem themselves.” She pauses. “Okay. So now that we’ve gone over everything, I’m going to call each of you over to note down who you’ll be writing to. I’ll then give you a paper with today’s writing prompt and an envelope to put the letter in once you're done. Make sure to seal it! After that, bring your envelope with you for tomorrow’s meeting and I’ll mark the intended recipient on the front. At the end of our meeting you’ll get the letter addressed to you and the next writing prompt.”

All of this information takes a moment to register in Lucifer’s head, but after he’s gone over it all in his mind he’s left with a sense of pride for his daughter. Out of all of her experiments so far, this one is the first that Lucifer doesnt think would turn into an all out war. It seems... feasible. He smiles as she makes eye contact with him, clearly ecstatic with her plan. Vaggie calls each one of them over to the desk that Charlie has against the room’s far wall. One at a time, each member of the ‘family’ does as they’re told and then leaves the meeting room. Lucifer spends a moment wondering who got his slip of paper, the one with his name written on it, until he suddenly remembers that he never looked at his own intended letter recipient. With no one close enough to peer over his shoulder, Lucifer slowly opens up the folded paper to see whose name is written.

Of course. Go figure. Yeah, why not just make the next week my own little slice of Hell? I mean honestly- His thoughts are interrupted by Charlie’s voice. “Dad! It’s your turn!” He looks up and realizes he’s the last one to be called. Everyone else, save Charlie and Vaggie, have already left the room. He attempts to smile as he stands and faces his daughter, but she sees through it immediately. And it's obvious. “Come on Dad... I know who you got.” This surprises him. Was his face really that revealing? “Everyone else’s name has already been marked on my chart, so...” She smiles awkwardly. “Listen, I think this will be good for you! Please, just try your best?” Lucifer slowly walks to the desk and sighs heavily. “Anything for you, sunshine. I’ll try my hardest.” He hands the strip of paper to his daughter and she gives him the paper with the prompt and envelope in exchange. “I dont think I’ve got you on the chores schedule today, but I’m gonna be pretty busy so I probably won’t see you until dinner.” She smiles at him, that glowing warm smile that he’d missed out on for so many years. She encourages him with an “I love you, Dad. You’re gonna do great!” and gives him a thumbs up.

He leaves the room smiling, just loving being in his daughter’s presence, until he walks into the lobby and sees him. Sitting on one of the many comfy chairs, sipping black coffee out of a mug that says “Oh Deer” on the side. The asshole. The worst demon in the hotel. The piece of shit that loves to torment Lucifer to no end. The name on his strip of paper. He strides by as quickly as possible to avoid any contact. Damn it... He thinks on the way back to his side of the hotel. Why, of all people... He can’t get the vision of the neat, cursive handwriting out of his head. His mind focuses on one name and one name only.

Alastor

Read Chapter 2!

[nychthemeron-rants]

Daddy Angel AU crumbs as I try to put together more substantial:

Angel has a full fucking crisis after he realizes he's Niffty's father. Lots of guilt over not being in her life, especially after he found out she, his daughter, died at only 22 years old. He starts blaming himself for not being there for her.

Husk helps him through it (being a father who fucked up in life and someone who's known Niffty for decades.)

Angel pulls a Lucifer and starts trying to awkwardly bond with her, but its tricky because they're both dead and no longer have a father/daughter age gap. Besides Angel has no fucking clue how to be a dad.

Niffty appreciates the effort (and attention)

She mainly just wants to hear about his life as a gangster though is often disappointed that it isn't the mythical, badass, adventurous life she always dreamed about

Angel starts babying Niffty (more than the cast already does) which starts to piss her off. She ends up going off on Angel (and most of the cast tbh) reminding them that she is an adult. A young adult sure, but still an adult who deserves to be treated as such.

Husk (and to a lesser extentent Lucifer) help him navigating reconnecting with his adult child after fucking up during the kid's childhood.

After he and Niffty make up and start bonding as father and daughter on a much better foot things start looking up for them both.

Angel having something thats beginning to resemble a loving family in Husk, Niffty, and the rest of the hotel and having a daughter (adult or not) to look out for gives him the extra reason and support to be even more serious about getting his shit together and start taking care of himself

For Niffty, having someone who's truly, legitimately, and unwaveringly in her corner provides some MUCH needed stability in her life. It helps her start to recognize some of her self-destructive behaviors and thought patterns. Alastor does not appreciate this because it allows her to begin to question her relationship to Alastor.

As Angel and Husk's relationship develops, Husk starts being more fatherly towards Niffty. It doesn't take long until they form a little family unit.

This inspires Niffty to start working towards redemption because having parents again makes her miss her mom, who is in heaven. She wants a family reunion with her two dads and her mom.

Niffty likes playing with Fat Nuggets, which totally never reduced Angel to tears. Never.

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 11 - Mesmerize

Mesmerize (verb) 1. to completely capture the attention of; spellbind; fascinate 2. to hypnotize or put into a trancelike state; cause (someone) to be open to the power of suggestion

Tags & Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content

After two more rounds of drinks and a masterful performance of a Britney Spears Medley by Angel you all decided to return home to the hotel. Alastor guided you out the door with his hand on your lower back, glaring at the silhouettes in the VIP section as he did with a taunting sneer. You, in turn, didn't spare a look in that direction, determined not to even give them the grace of acknowledgment. Everyone was more or less tipsy, except for Alastor who maintained his usual poise - and you, since you were the only one who didn't drink any alcohol at all. While Alastor carried a giggling Niffty under his arms like a travel bag, you and Husk had Angel wedged in between the two of you, stabilizing the spider demons staggering steps. Angel was a very loud and fun drunk, flirting with everyone and anything, even a lamp post you passed by. With teamwork and a lot of sweet talking you got him to stop grinding on it and continue to walk.

The hotel lobby was dark and gloomy in comparison to the lounge and the flashing city lights, the only light source brightening the hall the burnt down fireplace.

“Guys, that was so much fun! Thank you all... I... I really love you...” Charlie exclaimed teary eyed. There was always an emotional drunk. Vaggie shook her head with a crooked smile and wished everyone a good night, throwing the now sobbing Charlie over her shoulder and headed to their room.

Niffty was quietly snoring under Alastor's arms, and he excused himself, taking her to her room. Which left you and Husk (mostly you) to convince Angel to down a glass of water and get to bed too. “Are you sure you can find you own room? I don't want to find you in my bed.”, you mused, watching his wobbly steps with slight worry. “Ha, baby, 'ya wish 'ya were that lucky!”, Angel laughed and pinched your cheek. “'Ya can stay and have some good ol' quality time with Husky, pussy to pussy...” he snickered and stumbled up the stairs. You turned to Husk, who had already rounded the bar and fixed himself another toxic looking drink. You sat on a barstool, one eyebrow high. “Feeling dehydrated already?”, you lean forward and read the label on the bottle Husk put down. 'Cheap Booze'. Very original.

“If 'yo don't sober up, 'yo can't get hungover.” Husk grinned, pulling up an empty glass. “Last call, kiddo. What's 'yo poison?” You gave Husk a soft look, pointing at a white bottle in the tiny fridge. “How about a virgin white russian?” “... 'yo jokin'.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Am I laughing?”

Husk chuckled hoarsely, shaking his head. He put some ice cubes in the glass and poured straight cream in. “Don't tell anyone I made that, I gotta reputation.” You took the glass and clinked it with his, then took a sip. “Too bad, best virgin white russian I've ever had, and the world will never know.”

Husk grinned, taking another sip. “'Yo know, 'yo got some good talent on that stage, kid. Could've made yourself a name down here.”

You tilted your head. You felt like it wasn't just a compliment, but that Husk was implying something.

“(Y/n), listen...“ Husky started, more serious now. “'Yo gotta good head on 'yo shoulders... jus', don't take too much shit from him, okay? It's not my business what 'yo whole deal is...” he gripped his hand tighter around his glass, avoiding your eyes, “but 'yo deserve better than sum... thing to be played with.”

You stared at him, mind racing. Where did that come from? Your tail swished slightly under your legs. You tried to word your reply carefully.

“I appreciate you saying that, Husk.” you say, looking him straight in the eyes. “But I promise you, I am not doing anything I don't want to do.” Not a lie. He eyed you as if he wanted to say something, but it seemed he changed his mind. He took your now empty glass. “Okay. Jus'... wanted to say that. Now go hit the hay.” “Good night Husk.” “'Night, kid.”

Alastor sat by the fire in his room, in his favorite chair, crossed legs, elbows on each of the armrests, his fingers intertwined in front of his tense smile. If a lesser mind would've seen him, they would think he's brooding.

Ha! No. Alastor was evaluating.

After taking Niffty to her room and making sure she'd stay in it, he had returned to the foyer, but only found a tired, exhaustingly annoying Husk. His little servant had already gone to rest for the night, the cat demon had informed him with too much smugness for his liking. Insolence never sat right with Alastor, but a quick yank on his soulchains had corrected that mistake sufficiently enough. He had left the coughing cat and made long, quick strides to his room, sending Ozul to spy on her, just as a precaution of course, and used the wait for his return to think in solitary.

This evening has been very interesting for many reasons, and while he waited for his shadow to return, he dissected every one of them.

His conversation with Rosie still left him without a real conclusion. Despite what he said to Rosie – and he had to admit it wasn't his most eloquent or even satisfactory explanation, and he knew Rosie had seen right through it - he couldn't reasonably justify the measures he took on her to lure one of her alter egos out. His friend had been right – it wasn't like him. And it irked him to not know. 'You want my advice, Alastor? I'll happily give it to you:, with it a little personal puzzle to solve: Find the obvious truth in the protective lie.'

He echoed her words in his mind. His dear friend knew better than to hand him answers directly, but right now, in his chair, he found it more frustrating that invigorating. If he wanted to find out what she meant, logic dictated to first of all reveal the lie, peeling it to get to the truth. So what would his jewel girl lie about? His brows furrowed. Her loyalty to him? Evidence proofed otherwise, she had done any- and everything he asked her to without question or hesitation. Even when he crossed that physical line, she had allowed him to use her, reacted to his touch in the way he wanted her to... Mh.

She had reacted to him. Just like he wanted her to.

Realization hit him, stretching his smile until the corners of his lips hurt. She always had her facade in place – collected, calm, detached, except in special moments with him. Smiling just for him. When that excuse for a media demon made his foolish advances to her in the lounge, even going so far as to touch her... Alastor growled at the memory, breathing out a slow, husk breath. ...she had reacted so much more differently, with disgust and anger. What a pleasure it had been to hear her answer... “I think I can decide best which company to keep, and I am fully and extraordinarily satisfied with my current employer.”

He felt a pleasant shudder pass through him. Her words on their own, while indeed enjoyable, weren't the only catalyst for his reaction. It was how she had said these well-chosen words, the icy acid that made it clear she truly meant each of them, the underlying venomous intent and how hard she controlled her rage, her clear wish to incinerate that pathetic parasite. But of course she didn't. She worried to get him in trouble by putting his long time enemy in his rightful place. He had gladly given her the small push – or better: permission – she needed to get up on that stage and rectify this missed opportunity in the best way he could imagine. Watching her, in that borderline scandalous skirt, her figure shaped like an hourglass and swaying expertly to the music as she sent Vox the clear message he had been so oblivious to... yet again, always searching for his eyes, his approval...

Could it be that his gem, his inestimable crown jewel, had developed feelings for him? He drew in a sharp breath. It would be plausible, Rosie was more proficient in matters of the heart, so of course she'd know way before him.

The protective lie: Her meticulously crafted mask of stoic neutrality that she presented to everyone she met. The obvious truth: That he, and only he, was able to shatter this mask, because she had fallen for him.

With dark pride filling his throat his stomach felt hot, his chest was tight and his mouth watering. This information and it's implications meant he had full access to her vulnerability, a privilege no one else possessed – a turn of events that was as unexpected as it was impelling. To properly test his theory he had to create more of these... special moments. And didn't he always say no time like the present? Alastor shot up from his chair and whirled around, adjusting his tie with a strange feeling of urgency while he summoned Ozul back. If his kitten was still awake, he could put his plan into action this very night. The thought made him hum with anticipation. But a minute went by, then two, then three, and his shade still hadn't come back. He had given him too much liberty, Alastor thought with a snarl, and swung open his door. He would have to reprimand him later. He took silent steps into the candle-lit hallway. If you want something done right, do it yourself.

The clothes you shed were clammy with the sweat from the night. You put them lazily over the armrest of the wing back chair, making a mental note to wash them first thing in the morning and give them back to Angel. The evening had overheated you, and you decided against pants tonight, so you just slipped into a soft, flowy top.

The clock showed quarter past midnight, you hadn't even realized it had been this late. You yawned, and sat down on your bed. After being out with everyone, this room felt suddenly too quiet... maybe you could ask Alastor for a radio.

You lied down on the duvet cover, crossed your arms and sighed. The short conversation with Husk replayed in your mind – he seemed to suspect that you made a deal with Alastor, and in genuine worry about him taking advantage of you. While it was a gesture of compassion, something you didn't expect from the cat demon (so soon), it left you feeling uneasy. You closed your eyes. From an external standpoint, knowing of your circumstances, anyone would say you were Alastor's toy. Shit, even you would've said that, it's not that you minded before. You weren't offended thinking like that. But lately, it had felt... different. Even before the – let's call it 'incident', gradually, something had changed within you. Gone was the protective indifference. Gone was the peaceful numbness. Maybe that was this so called 'Stockholm Syndrome'. Getting infatuated with your capturer would be such a nice cherry on top.

Memories of fingers on your spine flashed before your eyes, hands on your shoulders while your fingers pressed down on piano keys, heavy lidded eyes taking you in when you opened the door tonight, hot breath burning your ears, black and red claws clapping in orange and red light... With a shocked gasp, you realized your hands had unwound themselves and traveled down your stomach, halting right above your core. Your eyes opened wide, and it looked like your whole form was radiating a pinkish aura. Trembling, you lifted your hands to your eyes. “What the hell...”, you could hear yourself whisper. Please, we need this...

Your eyes darted throughout the room, searching for the source of that voice... only it was everywhere. All around you... no... In you. You know we like to beg, but now is not the time... you made us wait for so long. We need it. “Wh..”, you stopped talking, completely bewildered, closing your eyes again. 'I don't understand...', you thought. Oh, you do, honey. And you know it's true. 'I can't... I can't do this. It's wrong.'

You heard your own voice laugh, like a purr, teasing. Then why does it feel so right? Come on, lying isn't our thing. Nobody has to know, we can be quiet...

In a trance, you lowered your hands until your fingertips landed softly on your bare skin of your thighs, trailing upwards. Your nails scraped lightly over your skin, making you draw in deep, shuddering breaths. As they reached the barrier of your underwear, you stilled. “What am I doing?” you breathed, shuting your eyes, almost whining. Just what we would want him to do... just imagine, imagine it was him touching you, please... With a needy sigh, your hand pushed under and past the fabric, gliding along your wetness. How did you get so fucking wet already? A heavy breath escaped your lips as your fingers became slick, gliding through your folds with ease, encircling your sensitive bud. Your head felt like it was burning from the inside... torn between pleasure and diffidence. Imagine him, imagine he would take care of you, praise you, such a good girl...

A soft, quiet moan rippled from your throat as you increased the pressure, going deliciously slow and shifting your legs slightly further apart to give more room to your working hand. You felt like your head would split in two, the pressure from the inside almost unbearable. He would like how wet we are for him... how good we'd smell, how warm, how soft... Your fingers circled the bundle of nerves tentatively, your mind getting hazy. You could feel your core start to flutter, a deep need creeping up on you. 'I can't... I can't think about that.' you chided yourself desperately. Yes we can, the voice cooed, think of him - touching us, calling us his little gem while he does all the things that we need to make us come undone with these long, slender fingers... With a deep, ragged breath, you pushed a finger inside, trying to keep yourself quiet. It was the first time you've touched yourself in what felt like forever, and the fact that it was Alastor's face in your mind and voice in your ear that had gotten you to this point made you feel lewd and embarrassed. You felt yourself clenching around your digit, desperate for more friction, and you had to add another finger, moving them faster, in and out. The way your body twitched with want was unfamiliar and scary, yet so sinfully sweet. You could almost feel his gaze on you, hungry eyes, his smile wide and cocky at your neediness. The idea alone had your breath hitch. Would he want you as bad as you wanted him? Would he like the way you looked when you came, dripping and sobbing his name? Would he withdraw just before your high to make you beg to ruin you? You gasped loudly as you pressed down on your clit, rubbing it painfully hard. A shiver rolled through your body, a spark of pain accompanying the rush of pleasure. You were so, so close already... He would want to make us come again and again and again... Your free arm swung up to your mouth, you bit your arm in an attempt to stop the oncoming mewl, tasting the blood you drew from your canines breaking your skin. He'd make us pray to his name... say it... say it... SAY IT!

“Alastor...”

As you cried out his name, the tension broke and a hot rush of ecstasy rolled over you, waves of pleasure crashing into your whole form, ripping you apart.

He had reached the end of the staircase when his ears jolted upright, rigid. Listening intently, he sorted the noises, discarding the typical sounds of the nightly hotel and focusing on the unusual ones. A soft whine? He stalked nearer to her door. Was she crying? No, no. He knew how she sounded when she shed tears. This was different. Again, he summoned Ozul. Again, his shadow didn't come. He furrowed his brows in annoyance when a scent hit him, sweet and ripe, coming from her room. Intoxicated, he sped his strides and reached her threshold, concentrating on what he heard while inhaling the luscious aroma. His pulse went faster by the second at the sound of quiet moans, desperate whimpers and heavy breathing. Sounds so similar to those he heard not too long ago. He reached for the doorknob when suddenly...

“Alastor...”

Her voice, so clear, so wanton, so infuriatingly delectable. His hand twitched with noisy cracks, and in an instant, he sent his shadows to every door in the hallway, blocking them from opening and melted into dark smoke, flowing quickly under her door and reshaped in her room.

Here she was, lying on her bed barely dressed, in an utmost sinful position. She was flushed, blotches of rose and pinks painted on her gray canvas skin, trembling legs spread sensually as he caught her lost gaze, completely swallowed by waves of pleasure. And next to her... Another her , in shimmering translucent pink like a carved glass figurine, laid next to her, its mouth at his kittens ear like it was whispering to her. It turned its head slightly as he appeared before her, and it smiled at him provocatively. He stopped breathing, taking this image in. He felt his antlers growing, his eyes darken and bones cracking. This creature, this energy, this sight...

His gem didn't move, but her copy did. As if it was floating, it left (Y/n)s side, facing him with a sultry expression. He crept forward, slowly. She mimicked him, gliding to meet him at half the distance. The only sounds between them were his now ragged breath, his kittens exhausted sighs from the bed and his own static, buzzing and snapping more ardently with every inch that separated them. He stopped, an arms length away from it, and it did the same, tilting his head at him in playful provocation. Its lifeless eyes glimmered in the flickering light of the bedside lamp, casting rose colored specs on the walls. Alastor felt a strange pull when it lifted her hands to him, as if inviting him. She drifted back to the bed, and he hungrily followed, his grin unnaturally wide, teeth shimmering with drool. She seemed to laugh, and finally, its hand touched his. He had expected a flow of power. But nothing happened. His eyes snapped to it in a low growl. The alter ego just shook its head, and guided his hand to his kittens chest. As his claws hit her supple skin, many things happened all at once. The copy shattered into glittery dust. (Y/n) gasped as if snapping out of a trance, her shocked eyes widening at him. And he was overflooded with pure energy, washing over him, setting his nerves on fire.

“A-Alastor... I'm sorry... I didn't... “, she stuttered, the feeling of shame and embarrassment all over her face as she tried to pry away from him. Oh no. As if he'd let her get away now. Not when he had his answer so close to him.

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[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Charlie having implicit biases and disregarded some sinner trauma because it will ruin her plan for redemption. Apple white and raven queen, whom she pay most attention to raven not Apple.

Charlie : Don't worry raven i know you can be good i believe in you

Raven : Really?

Charlie : Yes i always have Faith in you

15 minutes later

Apple : Mrs Magne?

Charlie : Yes Apple

Apple : What about me can i be redeemed?

Charlie : Yes but you have to be patience

Apple : But i really want to go heaven?

Charlie : I know but it's not gonna be easy and you have to listen to me

Apple : Why raven why not me?

Charlie : You wanna know why?

Apple : Yeah

Charlie : BECAUSE YOU ARE SELFISH THERE'S NOTHING GOOD COME FROM YOU. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOOD?NO YOU ARE EVIL. RAVEN HAD MUCH MORE HARDER LIFE THAN YOU HOW DARE YOU BEING SO SELFISH

Charlie SLAP Apple white until she bleed

Charlie : ANGEL DUST VAGGIE ALASTOR HUSK NIFFTY CHERRI BOMB THEY ALL HAVE HARDER LIFE BUT THEY CAN BE GOOD WHY CAN'T YOU? YOU ARE A JINX DO YOU HEAR ME?

Apple : I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

Charlie : REMEMBER DON'T YOU EVER DARE MAKING ME ANGRY AGAIN YOU LITTLE BITCH

Later after Apple white covered her bruises with make up. Angel dust who have been watching from a far

Angel dust : You ok Apple?

Apple : Yeah i'm fine

Angel dust : So where that bruises come from?

Apple : Oh i got a fight with another sinner

Angel dust : I Saw everything

Apple : Don't tell ms magne or raven i beg you

Angel dust : Alright i like princess but this is not ok. Are you a selfish bitch? Yes but do you deserve that? No

Apple : I guess this is my punishment

Angel dust : No that's cruel

Of course.

[jizzlords]

@gctchell asked: Niffty's eye honed in with laser-sharp focus, pupil dilating. Geeeeeez looouiiiise, look at that thing bounce! It's bewitched her, taken her attention completely! It's a very high dose of admiration and just that for the moment, simply drinking in the view that the Deadly Sin is so kind to share with those lucky to perceive. Butt, Niffty is Niffty. She's a creature of impulse and desire, and there's a warning that comes in the form of a giggle before Asmodeus feels a firm smack! right on the backside! 🧡/ unprompted, always accepting.

Whenever Ozzie performed at his club, everyone knew he showed up a little more risqué than his usual attire (as that usual attire left room for the imagination in lower regions). Most knew to keep their hands to themselves! Other than to throw cash at him or to (dis)respectfully shove it down his top.

No matter the case, Ozzie is certainly one to indulge those creatures of impulse and especially desire! And he made it known when spotting a certain maid bobbing and weaving throughout the crowd.

Keeping with the pace of the music, Ozzie was probably asking for it when he got closer to the edge of the stage. Posing provocatively just for her with the mic in one hand, he's blowing flaming hearts at her before laughing with her and moving on. That was that. Or so he thought!

Long tail is whipping as he turned, intentionally tickling her chin with it as a flirty gesture while walking away. He didn't take into account that Niffty might've lacked stage fright when the time was right - and baby, it was definitely right. Even under strobe lights, every guest at Ozzie's bore witness to the sinner demon zigzag her way closer to him to lay a firm smack. ❝ OH?! ❞

Lowering the mic, Sin is looking over to find Niffty standing proud and tall. Like a heroine ready to take on a boss battle. Some guests yelled from the heightened thrill and excitement of watching Deadly Sin get something he deserved. Other's "ooh-ed" and cheered. Damn, she has some strength! Despite many not having the gall to do something so forward, Ozzie grinned.

Surprise subsided quickly as he whipped his tail to face her, striding in two steps. They're face-to-face now. ❝ That all you got, baby? ❞ Screams increase and Ozzie's laughing into the mic, unclipping the whip from his belt and tossing it her way. ❝ Harder. Like you mean it. ♡ ❞

[sinscrivener]

❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ - Chaggie (Gimme-A-Thrust)

Vaggie noticed Charlie wasn't in the foyer when the rest of the group came back inside after that 'grand show' of Alastor's power upon that Snake Demon.

Vaggie worried about this. It was getting dark and if she didn't have a jacket to keep her warm-

Wait-

Hell, SHE wasn't there with Charlie!

"You!" She snarled at Alastor, looking ready to punch him if he so much as moved, her senses on end.

"May I help you?"

The static crackle came from his voice, one ear tuft flicked gently.

"Where is she!?"

"Dear, you must excuse me but, she? Niffty, or Char-"

"Why the Hell would I want Niffty you filthy bastard?"

Alastor chuckled softly and closed his mouth.

"You know where she is, TELL ME!" Vaggie snarled, body bristling with hostility.

"Kid, ey, ey, easy!" Husker called out and upon gaining the Warriors attention quickly pointed 'UP'.

"At least SOMEONE cares!" Vaggie hissed before rushing off to the roof of the Hotel.

Behind her for a second, she thought she heard something akin to ghoulish laughter.

But Charlie needed her and that's where she was headed. No time to worry about the Radio Demon's or his Voodoo tricks!

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Had I made a mistake?

I hold myself and look out upon Pentagram City and the glow of its buildings.

So many souls here-

Always fighting-

What could I possibly do to change it?

Really?

If Angel Dust went behind my back so easily-

Who's to say no other Sinner wouldn't too!

I bury my head in my knees and sob.

Mom never got back to me-

She never would, who was I kidding?

I'd basically been sent away because of my stupid dreams of Redeeming the damned-

Maybe this was what I deserved?

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"I hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time?" Vaggie asked softly, patting Charlie upon the back as the jacket slipped neatly along with her clothes.

"Vaggie?"

"I'm here sweetheart~" She whispers and cradles her close.

The Warrior glare in the direction of the City and its multitudes of untrusting and hug Charlie tighter.

Her partner had a heart unfit for Hell, easily broken, easily taken advantage of!

She kissed her lovers head gently before resting her chin upon it, eye watching the darkness turn around them slowly.

She'd just have to be there ten times more if that's what it took to make her Princess happy~

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@gimme-a-thrust