#pointing us to lillith

[eraofthirteen]

So like most people I had two theories going into this ep about Mother Darkness- either she was Shub or Lillith (or, I suppose, some Harlan Guthrie curveball where she's just not mythos-born at all)

Then the ep dropped and um. "The Witch", "The Shroud", many faces, around since life first appeared, not asleep but active, a hivemind, interconnected physical forms, powerful yet requiring sacrifice from her followers to maintain this form of existence

And I'm like Yidhra??? Yidhra the Mother? The Life-Giver? Yidhra the Restless One, sending her followers forth to seek new blood for her endless change? Yidhra the Dream-Witch? Yidhra the Shrouder, wreathing the faithless in shadow; Shrouder, devouring the errant and hostile ones, Shrouder, who hides men forever??? Is that you, queen?????

[adaine-party-wizard]

wow just Love when i keep putting off working on an assignment cause it’s Overwhelming but then i start it and crank out 1600 words in like, an hour to an hour and a half? the minimum word count is 1500 i’m at 1600 and i haven’t even SCRATCHED the surface of what im talking about oh my god

[liveontelevision]

Suffer Pt. 3

Suffer Part 3 is here! I'm planning on having at least two more parts, I was not expecting this to become a whole thing but :') I gotta see it through now lol

When I say I love slowburn fics, I mean it dammit.

Disclaimer: This is my personal interpretation of the characters from Hazbin Hotel. I respect the canon storyline and characters, but this fic will stray from it a decent amount.

(This series is complete! All parts are listed on my master list and are linked below!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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Holding a small, sleeping Charlie close to your chest, you swayed her back and forth. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you danced around the familiar nursery, humming the same tune you've used to calm her down for years. She was asleep. Safe and oblivious to any of the chaos around her. You envied her. With one final spin, you let your eyes open. Your arms were empty. She was gone. The comfortable weight of her tiny figure instantly went away. You panicked, the room you were in was shifted into something unfamiliar and uneasy. A source of light finally drew your eyes. A distant doorframe provides light, casting the silhouette of a tall, curvy woman. Her eyes were glowing.

“L-Lillith?” There were sounds of a baby crying out and the intimidating figure became far away, ceasing any light and drowning you in a darkness that you've felt before. Long ago.

A heavy knocking at your door forced you awake. As you sat up you went to wipe the sleep from your eyes, only now noticing the tears streaming from your face. Just a dream… The knock was louder and quicker this time, forcing a response out of you. “Gimme a minute! Fuck -” You roll out of your bed, going to turn off the radio on your nightstand. Having the radio on throughout the night was something Alastor suggested, obviously, after you confided in him about having a series of nightmares. His show is broadcast while you sleep, and when it isn’t, the radio static actually acts as a soothing white noise. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it kept you from going insane in the least.

You finally approached the door, your body still wrapped in your large blanket that trailed across the floor. A cheerful, as always, Charlie stood at the door. She was quick to say good morning, but went straight to the point without letting you respond. She clearly practiced this.

“So! I know my dad's visit a few weeks ago was a liiittle… Tense? But - uh, I was wondering if you two talked yet..? By chance?” She spoke like she would be scolded for saying the wrong thing. You shook your head, still slowly blinking awake. 

“Well - okay! I was just asking because he.. keeps.. asking about you…” she held her phone out to you, letting you scroll through some of the messages he’s been sending her. You chuckle at first, he can't text for shit. But she was right. Ever since you blew him off that day, he's been asking Charlie how you've been and what you've been up to.

“I mean, I love my dad and it's awesome he's finally talking to me again, but - I don't know, if it's not too much to ask, could you maybe just.. talk to him?” Charlie rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, and her words broke your heart a little. It's cruel of him to try and reach out to you that way, put Charlie through that distress, but maybe you could've handled your last encounter with more care.

How could you say no to her?

“Yeah, i’ll talk to him, Charlie. Don't worry.” A yawn interrupted your sentence, but you still sent her a reassuring smile as she finally relaxed her shoulders.

“That’s great! I’ll just give him your number!” She planned outloud, turning away to head down the hall.

“Charlie- “ You called out, “He loves you, you know that, right? Don’t forget that.” Charlie’s smile drooped for a second, then quickly picked back up. She nodded as she left your view.

With a yawn, your body still not registering that you were awake or what you had agreed to, you went to shut your door. It didn't click like it usually does, so you turned to see the blockage - Alastor. He'd stuck his foot in the door to prevent it from closing entirely.

“Good morning, my dear!” his voice was booming, as he threw his arms out in a dramatic flare, your door swinging open.

Nope, you were too tired for this.

“Fuck, Al, can't this wait ‘til I'm at least dressed?” You tossed your blanket aside, rummaging through your drawers to cover the little silky tank top and pajama shorts you had borrowed from Angel during your first nights at the hotel. Maybe it was your sleep depravity, or just the fact that Alastor has made it a habit to be extra kind to you since you arrived, but you didn't mind him seeing you in sleepwear. He had no ill intent, as far as you knew.

“Unfortunately, it cannot! I heard you're going on a little outing with the king! How exciting~” He hummed, sitting at the edge of your bed as you cover yourself with your sweater. You plop down next to him, still wiping your eyes. He reached out, swiping his thumb across the apple of your cheek. Looking down at his hand, swiping your tears across his fingers, he met your suddenly embarrassed gaze.

“Another rough night, dear?” You weren't sure how he knew that's what that was from, but you nodded anyway.

“Just another nightmare, it's fine. They're always about Charlie and - the mistakes I made when I was taking care of her.. I guess it still kind of bugs me.” He let out a pitied hum, as he stood to turn your radio back on. He tuned it to some old timey jazz music before resting his hands behind his back. You didn't know it could play music..

“Well, it seems that meeting with that royal menace may not be the wisest choice. Wouldn't you agree?” You looked down before letting a sigh slip from your tired lips.

“It's fine, I can handle myself. Besides, he keeps bugging Charlie and I - I feel like I owe her..”

you shake your head, standing to your feet and beckoning Alastor out of your room.

“It's fine! It's just a quick visit, I won't be gone long.” He took your hand give it a quick kiss, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Well, if he does anything to hurt you, love -” love? “- I'll be right there to help.” He emphasized the end of his sentence with a quick tap on your nose before leaving your room. The music faded back into static as soon as he left.

You heard stories about their fight, plus you could hear their aggressive duet from your room that day, but you believed him either way. You had no doubt he could swoop in and save the day if you needed it. You wondered why people seemed so wary around him. He was a perfect gentleman to you, even with all the warnings you've gotten from Husk and Vaggie.

He had you wrapped around his finger.

You didn't think you would stress about what to wear. You hadn't even made plans yet, but all of sudden, you worried about what he would think of your clothes if he saw you. Charlie sent you his number, so it was on you to reach out. You ignored it for now. You’d ignore it forever if it would keep these feelings from resurfacing. Finally deciding on an outfit, just a black turtleneck that left your arms bare and a skirt that hugged your curves in a lovely way. Even if it probably wasn't the easiest skirt to bend over in, you decided it would do.

A lot of your clothes were hand me downs or were lent to you by either Angel, Vaggie or Charlie. None of it was truly your size, but you had no problem adding in some extra panels or cutting things to your liking. The sweater you grabbed previously was actually gifted to you by Alastor. You had no idea why he would give it to you, a simply red cardigan with a soft knit, but it quickly became your favorite accessory. Pulling up the collar, you buried your nose into the knitting, taking a soft breath in. It always smelled of whiskey and honey, no matter how often you washed it.

You went through your day like normal, followed along with some exercises Charlie was running and taking a quick trip to Cannibal Town with Alastor, something you did every now and then. It started off with him accompanying you to the bakery, where you would occasionally lend a hand, then he would split off to spend the afternoon with Rosie. As time went on, he would ask you to join him.. It was intimidating at first, but Rosie was nothing but a sweetheart, you had no problem fitting in with the two.

when you returned to the hotel, you finally mustered the courage to call Lucifer. With a quick pep-talk to yourself, you held your breath before bringing the phone to your ear. He picked up immediately.

“Hell- Erm.. uhh.. Shit, how do I -” Did he realize he answered the call?

“Helloo? Lucifer here - speaking! Who-who’s this..?” He knew who it was. You assumed this was just him trying to be casual. He wasn't very good at it.

“Lucifer - It’s me.. can we talk?” You were gripping the end of your sleeve nervously with your free hand.

“Yes! Yes, of course! When are you free? We can.. figure something out, right?” You could hear him tripping over himself, kicking things around, and something that sounded like a squeaky-toy being stepped on? His excitement made you giggle. Even with pulling your phone away to try and prevent your laughter coming through, he was losing his mind on the other end of the call. It felt like a nostalgic punch to the gut. He didn't realize how much he missed your laughter until now.

“I guess i’m free whenever.. Charlie doesn't like doing exercises on the weekend, so -” A breeze hit your face, blowing all your hair past your shoulders. Looking to the source, a golden edged portal had opened right in the middle of the hallway. A fidgeting Lucifer was standing with his hands behind his back, a nervous but excited looking grin across his face. You looked down to your phone, seeing the call was still going, then spotted his phone sitting on a table behind him. You let out the smallest huff, before hanging up and tucking your phone away.

“Missed me?” He said suavly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. God, you did. You couldn't admit that though. Your anger, guilt and nerves overshadowed any joy that he may have brought under different circumstances.

“Yeah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” You rolled your eyes, beginning to step towards the portal. He reached his hand out to you, and he noticed you hesitating. “it’s uh- it’s a little bit of a drop if you step through the - um.. just.. wanted to -” you took his hand that he almost retracted, and carefully stepped over the border of the portal. You tried to keep your mind from noticing how your hand perfectly fit in his.

Static filled your core as you left the hotel, but before you could turn and see if Alastor was nearby, the portal had shut and the static ceased.

If he does anything to hurt you, I'll be right there.

Alastor's words rung through your head one last time. You finally met Lucifer eyes after literal decades.

“Um.. Tea?” Lucifer was fiddling with his ring again. Years ago, it was something you noticed he did whenever he was nervous. You nodded and watched as he conjured up everything needed to brew hot tea.

“What, you don't use any of the servants for that? Not even some angelic magic?” Small talk felt like it could make this moment less awkward. As he poured the already heated water into two teacups, he simply shook his head.

“Angelic power is great and all, but nothin’ beats fresh tea.” His smile was so sweet. You nervously balled up the sleeve of your sweater into your hand and brought it to your nose, breathing in the same sent that always seemed to calm you.

“And.. I- ahem.. I ended up finding other places for most of the staff after..” he said it quietly, unable to call attention to his missing spouse. Definitely a touchy subject for both of you. You finally looked around, realizing you recognized the tea room. It was small, but was walled in entirely with windows. It had a great view of the little garden that used to be brimming with difigured, yet beautiful, greenery. You took another look around the room, the nostalgia wearing off, taking in the dust and trash that was collected in the corners. The garden had died off as well. It wasn't completely unslightly, but the mess didn't make sense for a royal manor.

His words finally hit you.

“Found other places? What does that even mean?” You could feel your blood boil, watching him place the tea bags in each cup. You calmed for a moment, seeing that his hands were shaking.

“I just found places for them to work, is all. Sent the stylists to that Velvette girl in Pentagram City, some of the cooks went down to the Glutton Ring, ya know. Stuff like that. I wanted them to be taken care of.” He passed the cup to you, then pulled out one of the two chairs at the small table sitting in the center of the room.

“I just wanted to take care of them..since, I-I couldn't do that for you..” His voice was low, and when you attempted to look at his face he would sip from his cup or turn away. Don't be worried about him. He doesn’t deserve that.  It was all so long ago, it doesn't matter. Remember why you're here. 

“Good for them. Now, I'm here because you're bugging Charlie. Stop asking about me idiot, she's gonna think something’s wrong.” You placed your half empty cup down. He choked on his drink at your words, not realizing that you had seen the poorly written texts that he was sending to Charlie.

“And nothing is wrong. Right?” Lucifer scratched the back of his neck nervously, then opened his mouth as if to say something. He didn't. He simply nodded at first. 

“Y-Yup, right.. Everything's fine. l'll stop asking about you.” You went to stand, brushing the wrinkles from your skirt off as you did. That's that. You came here to get Lucifer to stop bugging Charlie and that's what you did. There's no other reason for you to  -

“Wait, please..!” His hand took a hold of yours, as he almost stumbled out of his chair to keep you from walking off. “I just want to say - “

“ - no you don't have to. It was a long time ago. Everyone makes mistakes, right?” You tried your best to keep your cool, but clearly it wasn't working. He winced at your words, releasing his hold on you.

“I have no excuse. I can't make it all go away, I still feel - “ he clasped his hand to his chest, struggling to figure out what he's trying to say.

“I'm sorry. I don't need you to forgive me, but please know, that I am sorry.” The room went silent, with your back towards him, the only thing you could hear was the beating of your own heart. Lucifer didn't know what to do, until the silence was broken by a pathetic little sniffle.

Dammit, not again. Don't let him get to you. Keep your walls up.

He quickly approaches you, his hands hovering over your shoulder, as if you’d shatter if he touched you.

“Nono, please, I -uhh.. I'll leave Charlie alone! I'll stop talking to you, I'll leave you alone if -”

With a quick turn, finally faced him. Letting out a breath you'd been holding in for far too long, you rush towards him with the intent to meet him with a long overdue embrace. The sudden leap left him staggering backwards, tripping over nothing and bringing both of you to the floor. “Don't you dare! H-How could you.. why would think that's what I want..?” Your words were muffled into his shoulder, since he had placed a hand over your head to protect you from the fall. Not even acknowledging that you were suddenly sitting on the floor between his legs, he finally managed to process your words. It took him a moment to even try and reciprocate the hug. He hadn’t been touched like this for years, it nearly overwhelmed his senses.

“ I want to know what happened that night! I want to know how you feel, or I guess felt, about me.. I dont care if it hurts, please tell me the truth..” all of the questions you've been asking yourself for years suddenly spilled out.

You felt absolutely pathetic, relying on him to tell you everything okay. But fuck, you needed this. Even if you never talk to him again after this, you needed some kind of closure.

“Woah- that's uh.. that's alot to drop on guy.. Uhm…” It wasn't like he didn't want to admit what he was feeling. With the relationship he had with Lillith, he had just become accustomed to not talking about himself much. That being said, with one look Into your teary eyes, he was all yours. He carefully took your hands from around his waist and held them in his own. He gently traced his thumbs along the top of your hands, letting you calm down before he went on.

“I.. I think about you all the time, I always have. I don't know what I would've done differently that night, but I'd do anything to take it back. To fix it..” The sweet smile on his face barely made his words sound better.

“I don't understand, Lucifer.” Your voice was quiet, and cracked a bit when his name passed your lips. You saw him jolt slightly, hearing his own name through your sweet, yet saddened voice.

“Well, I guess..Li-Lillith and I-” You both winced at the mention of her name. “- we weren't what everyone expected of us. And you were one of the only demons to know that. She- ugh.. I don’t know she left without a word, without a note - I have no idea where she went.” You felt like you were getting let in on a secret that he had been keeping for years. And maybe that's exactly what was happening. Your face went pale, your head swaying slightly, Lucifer took a hold of your arms and helped you stand, guided you back to your seat.

“It's not because of me, is it?” You said quietly, as if Lillith was just around the corner, ready to scold the two of you. Again.

“No! No, geez, if it has anything to do with you, then I'm to blame. Don't worry.” He still smiled at you, his face becoming strained after grinning for so long, then placed a hand over yours.

“Don't worry? Yeah! That shouldn't be too hard.. you idiot.” You rolled your eyes, but didn't pull away at his touch.

“I'll get straight to the point then, if you think I'm such a clown -” you couldn't help but grin at his self deprecating humor, and he's so relieved to see your smile.

“With you being in Charlie's life again, I'd like to.. I don't know, clear the air? Try and patch things up..?” You went to deject the idea, but he went on before you could.

“I know it won't be easy, and it's okay if it doesn't work out. But we all used to have so much fun together.. I think right now, it could be good for Charlie, and me, to have someone like you around.. I want you back in my life.” His little spiel seemed scripted up until that last part. Your heart throbbed. You were known to always decline help from people, avoid handouts, but the rush you felt hearing Lucifer say he needs you, you were almost swooning.

“Besides, we've both grown up! Moved on-  Right? I have all of Hell to keep an eye on, and you've got your little boyfriend back at the hotel so -” You wasted no time in correcting him. The idea of him thinking you had moved on with another demon made you panic for some reason you would never admit to. Why did he think you had a boyfriend? Who would - 

“Al?? Oh no, it's not like that, I swear. He's just been a good friend to me since I went to the hotel, is all.” 

“Al, huh?” He grumbled, leaning back in his seat ans crossing his arms over his chest. The warmth he left on your hand was immediately missed.

“Alastor, you know. The.. um.. You met him.” You held the sleeve of your sweater to your nose again, allowing the sweet air into your lungs. Fuck, he couldnt take his eyes off of you. He never wanted to take his eyes off of you, again. You just looked so pure in your little sweater.

But, that sweater.. something seemed off about it to Lucifer. He could feel some strange energy emitting off of it. It didn't come off as dangerous, but it definitely left him feeling uneasy. Like a headache that's just barely there, suffocating his thoughts. He's felt that before. It clouded his actions and judgements during his fight with-

“Hey, uh.. Be careful around that deer guy, will you? He seems pretty intimidating. Not to me, of course, but you know. Just in case.”

“Just in case of what?” You leaned forward, with your elbows on the table, propping your chin up. “Are you jealous?”

“Wha-What?? Of course not, I'm the king of Hell, I obviously trump him in every aspect.” There it was. There was that cocky, little bundle of nerves you used to know all those years ago. Everything finally hit you with the lost time, seeing that side of him.

“Lucifer, I missed so much. I wanted to be there for her, for Charlie.. I know I was just a babysitter, but there was so much more I wanted to do, so many things I wish I could've seen with her. With you, too.” You placed your hand overtop of his, just as he did to you earlier. He obviously wasn't expecting the reciprocation, flinching slightly at your touch.

“I guess I get what you're saying.. about taking that day back? That maybe if I didnt attack you the way I did, that I could be there longer. But… I was in love, Lucifer.” He stifled any giggles at the idea that you considered that kiss an attack, but nothing mattered after what you had said. He immediately flushed in the face at your words.

“In love..?” He barely whispered the words, his eyes sparkling. He felt a stabbing sensation in his chest, a familiar one, but still one that he hadn't felt in years.

“Yeah.. hm, it would've happened sooner or later, I think. I think I would've done it at some later point, if it didnt happen then.. I guess I'm just glad I left before Charlie could remember me. It all worked out, so - I guess what i’m saying is - we can try. Let's try being friends, again.”

What a bittersweet resolution.

“Okay. I'd like that.” He was fighting off any unwanted feelings. Burying any ideas to just profess that he felt the same way, and that he still does. That he wants to pick back up right where you left off. That he barely kept the longing, of feeling your lips against his, at bay. No matter how hard that was, things were looking up. Don’t blow it, Lucifer.

You chatted for a little while longer. You told him about your struggles after you were fired, all your interactions in Cannibal Town, the good and bad, then your eventual arrival at the hotel. The conversation lightened a bit, as you told stories about Charlie, giving him a much needed update on how she was doing when she wasn't stressing about a visit from him. You went on, talking about the other residents that he didnt have a chance to interact with last time. Obviously, that part of the conversation went into heavy detail about Alastor and all his little gifts and kindness.

Before you noticed, Lucifer held the edges of his chair, his hands gripping tightly into the metal at every little sigh or giggle you'd make in reference to something Alastor did. He'd dismiss it as jealousy for now. But that didn't stop him from rerunning that one moment in his mind. The moment where he was holding you. Touching the small of your back, just like how he used to.

The way you stood so close to him, that he could wrap his slender arm completely around your waist, and the confidence in your dismissal of Luficer's general presence. It was commendable, no matter the subject, he loved seeing your more confident side. Your words still hurt. The topic eventually came up.

“Oh god, Lucifer! I'm so sorry, I almost forgot about that.. I didnt mean anything, that was completely rude of me to treat you like that. I felt something come over me, seeing your face again, I just - I don't know, it was probably just some repressed rage? I'm sorry.” He quickly waved his hands, offering you reassurance in your actions, admitting that he felt he deserved it after everything.

“Don't say that, I was out of line. What you did to me doesn't excuse my actions.” You admitted. Was forgiveness possible in this situation? He had pushed the possibility so far down in his mind that a mutual respect seemed like an unachievable goal. And any reciprocated feelings were merely a dream.

This felt like a dream.

You asked how he was. He didn't hear that question often, so he didn't really answer with fun stories or anything exciting. His mind went into autopilot after you left. And after Lillith left, a lot of memories seemed suppressed. You asked about Charlie. He was worried you'd do that.

“Well- She uh.. went through her whole teenage phase, you know, goth makeup, boyfriends, a bunch of stuff she grew out of. She spent more time with.. her m-mother, though.. as she got older. But hey! Here she is now, doing the whole hotel thing, I'm very proud of her.” He nodded, clearly ready to move off the topic. But you weren’t.

“She looked up to you, you know. A lot. Oh man, she would cry for you all the time, constantly try to get into your workshop - as cute as it was, I wasn't ready to chase her down all the time. And i’d say she still looks up to you, Lucifer. You inspired her, I can tell.” You swayed the backwash of your tea in your cup, the pot was emptied long ago. Looking up, you see a trembling smile then watch him exhale a shaky sigh.

“Thank you.” He said softly. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning towards him a bit, after placing your cup down with a small clink.

Stop, Don't do this again.

Things might be different this time, but it can only go wrong in some other way, you were sure of it. Still, he leaned in as well. As you got closer, ready to shut your eyes to the reality and just let your fantasies take over, he reeled back, cover his nose and mouth with his hand. You jumped back, clearly embarrassed. He wouldnt call attention to it, leaving you to wonder what went wrong, but the scent from the sweater. It was disgusting to him.

“O-Okay, good catch up. I should get going, I - umm.. I promised Charlie I'd help her with something, so..” That was a lie. But if you spent another moment in that room with him alone, you'd have no control over what happened next.

“Oh.. right. Here -” He rose from his chair and opened the portal back up, leading to the same hallway you were in before. Turning back to him as he approached you, neither of you really said goodbye. Neither of you wanted to say goodbye. After an awkward exchange of trying to figure out if this should end with a handshake, a wave, a kiss - nope not that one. a kiss would be too much. But a hug?

Lucifer carefully placed his arms around you, encasing you close to his chest. He could feel your heart rate increase. The scent of your cardigan you wore overwhelmed him, but he refused to let go after feeling your arms lay comfortably around the back of his waist.

Good lord, this man hadn't gotten any in centuries. it took all of his strength to not trail his hands underneath that damned sweater and pull it off of you, feeling his way up your torso, sliding just the clawed tips of his fingers under your shirt until you - 

“Lucifer?” Your words were mumbled, your face pressed against his chest after he had tightened his grip.

“Hoof- sorry.” He quickly pulled away. You immediately missed the touch, but it was definitely for the best. For both of you.

“Well, Thanks for coming by.. you have my number..? Right! Call me whenever you want, I'm not busy-” Sure. The king of Hell wasn't busy. He just didn't want to admit that he’d drop anything he was doing if it meant hearing your voice. You nodded your head, taking a firm grip on his hand as you stepped carefully out of the portal and back into the hotel.

“I'll see you, Lucifer.” You said sweetly, he visibly melted at your words.

“I hope so.” With a quick wave, the portal cinched shut.

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Alastor stood in the hallway, right where the portal had closed, greeting you with a stretched smile.

“Darling! How was your little visit? I wasn't expecting him to sweep you off your feet so soon, I hope it went well.” He approached you, tapping his microphone to the ground and leaning into you.

“You never called for me, I’m hoping he didn’t hurt you. Again.” His voice crackled and a high pitch ring made you cover your ears for a moment.

“No, Alastor, it was good! We're gonna try and work things out, see if we can be friends again. I think it went the best it could, if you ask me.” You hummed with a sense of confidence, strolling dwon the hall with Alastor following beside you. You didn't notice his eye twitch and his ears folding back at the mention of his full name. He was losing you.

“Just be careful, dear! We don’t want you to make any mistakes again, do we?” He had no idea what he was talking about. Right? You hadn’t told him anything.

“Well, it’s about time I run some of my errands. Let me know if I can be of service to you.” A signature greeting for you at this point, Alastor reaches for your hand and presses another kiss across your knuckles. He looks up at you the way he usually does, but he let his lips linger for just a moment longer. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he tilted your hand to place his nose against the sleeve of your gifted sweater, inhaling the scent and exhaling with a hum.

“R-right, I will. Thanks.” You pulled away from his grasp, his eyes suddenly shooting open. You pulled away from him. That hasn't happened before. He wasn't nervous, exactly. But he did disappear into his shadow, which darted down the hall in the blink of an eye, leaving you with nothing but innocent curiosity.

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[aryesdanger24]

Hot take: Alastor doesn't like being the weakest in a room and especially wants to be noticed (he is the center of attention). We can see it when Carmille addresses him at the table for his absence and immediately brushes him off. We see him prickling at the comment but he let's it be since he knows them well and recognizes they still know him enough to recognize his absence.

So, Alastor notices immediately how much everyone puts into seeing Lucifer (we see how he observes when he walks in the room), and I bet there is some envy at the attention. Especially when he doesn't immediately notice Alastor and heads for his daughter.

Then Lucifer leaves Charlie to greet the things not even addressed in the show yet like Kiki and the Razzle Dazzle boys. Instantly putting him below everyone on the list in terms of meeting him.

So, he is thoroughly offended and brings attention back to himself by discussing the wall and instantly Lucifer is confused why his daughter didn't answer and then proceeded to belittle Alastor....which uh clearly leads to a FUCK you comment.

It is the result of not only being ignored and belittled, but also that Lucifer is physically and mentally not as focused on his appearance which I feel might play some part Alastor's jealousy. Lucifer doesn't have to constantly defend himself from people. No one underestimates Lucifer so Alastor takes it upon himself to be his number 1 hater. He revels in his own ability to use Lucifer's daughter as a shield and even a cover to create more distress in the other.

A show that is directly pointed at Lucifer and using Charlie's trust in him to his advantage, he shields and pisses off Lucifer in the process by acting fatherly. That way Lucifer cannot harm him unless he wants Charlie to hate him, which also doubles as a way to be better than Lucifer.

After all, Alastor loves to prey upon weakness and be right about it.

I am not saying that Alastor is not potentially affected by someone (Lillith perhaps?) Which leads him to act this way. Also I am not sure why Alastor let Lucifer finish his father daughter song with Charlie if he aimed to strike issue between them. I think the dad off duet might've been in some way showing Lucifer how absent he was as a father to motivate him to be better.

Regardless of motive, I stick to my theory of Alastor wanting attention which why he has his radio show despite not even killing. He is searching for people to notice him and his absence. Much like when a kid goes on vacations and comes back hoping people ask where they have been.

Update: I have since watched the finale of Hazbin

My view has not changed other than solidifying this envious narcissistic Alastor theory.

The envious part of his so easily seen at the end of the finale as he sang to himself. He desperately wants to be free and clearly has some power being held away by the one who owns him....which only plays into this envy he has towards others.

Moreover, it makes all his little jabs at his character all the more intriguing. He knows his power has been strapped away to some degree but like he tells Charlie "A smile can hide many things and keep you in control no matter what."

That is Alastor's game.

He offered true advise for her for 2 reasons:

1. To avoid extermination since he himself has been limited in power.

2. To reward her for being so easy to manipulate (giving candy to a good kid)

It shows to viewers that Alastor is confident enough to give his behavior away to Charlie. Despite her position she always gave him the respect and fear he craved while being easier to manipulate than most.

Being around her makes him feel powerful and even the hotel does...which is another reason why I believe he is so touchy about being reminded of his deal. This place is clearly a hunting ground that he doesnt want Husk ruining since he is bound here. He is attached to either a main cast member (Charlie being the more obvious choice) or the hotel itself but it's much more likely a cast member.

All and all, that fact makes all the power positioning and false threats and pompous attitude a front to avoid people sensing weakness, but I really believe Alastor craves to be noticed since he gets so many comments about radio being dead and such. He is finding relevancy despite the potential dangers of someone actually calling his bluff. It shows his narcisstic attitude well, that he truly believes he can either talk or bluff his way out of any situation with a dangerous smile.

Also I live for Lucifer and Alastor's rivalry and hatred toward eachother, I hope season 2 has more of their banter.

[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Crush, Crush, Soda! ` ☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Alastor , Lucifer , Husk

| ALASTOR |

Shock. Horror. Dismay.

Forget wrench this is throwing a hauling truck into his plans

It's very sudden very sharp realization, like getting splashed with cold water

He was obviously aware he had taken to you, how could he not? You were polite, clever and oh so fun to carry a conversation with

Talking to you made radio seem boring!

He was not, however, aware that the other residents had noticed his kinship with you

He had over heard a conversation between Husker and the pink spider demon, where the insectoid sinner complained about how you got special treatment

Husker agreed, which was fair, but then mentioned how Alastor apparently fancied you and that was why

Fucking shock to him and Angel dust

After gripling with that cosmic terror for the night, and visiting Rosie once the clock hit an agreeable hour he had come to the conclusion that despite the impossible, he carried a flame for you

Once he calms down and rearranges his evil vision board to include you in it he lays it on THICK

He's the perfect gentleman, obviously, but he's courting you too so he goes above and beyond

Your chair? Pulled out. Your arm? Linked with his while you stroll. You? The venison steak of his eye baby

| LUCIFER |

Charming comes naturally too him, he won both eve and Lillith over bro he has bublical level rizz

He's very, very comfortable around people he knows or simply doesn't care about, totally normal around Alastor who can kick rocks but a bit antsier and anxious around Charlie

His nerves get worse when he's trying to right himself, he can care very very deeply for someone and never feel nervous around them but the second he does something wrong his anxieties and insecurities come rushing back

He's not subtle, everything he does is flirtatious but in a spur of the moment kind of way he thinks nothing through

Confidence is sexy to him so he tries to show off things he's confident in like inventing/engineering and music!!

The biggest tell he is interested in someone is how excited he is to show off to them, to show how good he could be for them, to show how he betters their life

How he does this depends on you truly, in a rough spot financially? He pays for small things at first, dinner, lunch, something cute you liked at the store then builds to anything you want because you deserve it far more than him or anyone else here

Struggling with control since selling your soul? He puts you in position of power , he shows you what your capable of, what he knows you can do but you don't

He fills your needs faster than you realize you have them, hell is for suffering but it sure does feel like heaven when you're with him

| HUSK |

He's more calculated then the two idiots above, he knows that warmth in his chest when you make his drink, or sit at his bar until he's off or fix an out of place Feather

He's so attracted to you, how real you are, how unapologetically YOU you are, and how you make room for him in everything

He's totally love struck and totally aware of it which makes it even worse

He's doing his best to plan this out while also twirling his whiskers and kicking his feet when talking about you

He's not shy about his feelings but he know being with him is a danger to you, which he can't stand for

He does his best to secure your safety before actively courting you, what's the point of loving someone if you're not putting in the effort, and boy does he put in the EFFORT

Gentlemanly like Alastor but in his own gruff way

Likes to help you do things, teach you how to do things, he likes feeling useful and he likes how you come to him when you have problems

It reminds him a bit of his overlord days, and time with you builds his confidence and back bone back to what it was before Alastor, even if you aren't dating yet

Plays lots of card games with you, won't show you the cheats be knows until your dating, gotta keep you coming back for more yknow?

[baffokitty]

Ok so like a while back there was a writing prompt post about a kid summoning Lillith, and like someone wrote about the kid asking her to be his mom because his parents were abusive. So hear me out...

Little Charles, maybe like eight years old, summons Lillith. She can't adopt him or take him away because he is a human child, but she wishes she could and blesses him. The blessing does nothing to stop what happens to him, none of that was in her control, and eventually the memories of her fade from his mind, like a dream he had once. Then he meets Edwin, and he dies, and they open the agency, and at some point they face their first witch and in the battle the witch casts what would be a fatal spell at him and it does...nothing. Charles brushes it off, saying it must not have hit him, but Edwin doesn't buy it and goes down a research rabbit hole but can't find any answers. This continues every time they encounter a witch.

Fast forward to the events of Port Townsend, Ester orbnaps Edwin post hell, but can't orb Charles. He chases after anyway, still splitting the party because he can't be away from Edwin, and still gets captured and chained up. The rescue happens and Crystal summons Lillith, Charles uses himself as a sheild for the girls (saving them both) and when Lillith gets there Charles' neck is still smoldering from the iron and magic still lingers near him, Lillith sees red as she drags her away, saying something about hurting her son. Cue memories coming back to Charles and a very confused scooby gang.

Because see, she couldn't claim him before, he was a living human boy after all, but now that she knows he is dead and thus a supernatural being, she sees him as a son, one she protected in the only way she could by blessing him so that no witch could harm him. And Ester just hurt and tried to kill him and his friends.

Should I write a fic?

[hheckk]

Deep Dive into Alastor's Situation

So we all remember this bit in Finale, where Alastor has a breakdown about his situation and deal correct? He wants to find a loophole so he can be back in control.

I've seen a lot of theories regarding how Alastor is feeling in this moment and what his deal could involve, but thus far they've all sort of missed something crucial. Alastor's power.

Alastor is highly disturbed by the fact that he almost died, let alone dying to protect people. He is freaked out that the deal has made him do this, whether as part of the deal itself or as a means to get back some semblance of control he had before the deal was struck.

Either way, based on what he says in this moment about wanting to find a loophole in order to unclip his wings

: "The constraints of my deal surely have a back door. Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings"

We can hazard a guess and say that this deal, despite us initially believing gave him power, has probably actually taken it away. Having one's wings clipped usually entails that someone is on a leash and cannot fully extend themselves.

This means that Alastor, as well as being forced into helping the hotel, has had his power taken away.

Now I do not say this lightly, I also think that this is the case because of Alastor's fight with Adam.

We all know Alastor likes to be in control, and in order to be in control, one must not overestimate another without the possibility of the loss of that control. Now, you could say that is exactly what happened in his fight with Adam, but that wouldn't necessarily warrant the reaction toward his deal the way he does in the song. If that were the case, Alastor would likely be more angry at himself than be panicked about his deal.

Therefore, we can guess that Alastor did not overestimate Adam, but rather himself. This means that at some point, he quite possibly did have the power to take out an angel but does not anymore. The fact that he is so surprised that Adam broke his mic that we can hear his true voice means that he expected to be able to block that attack.

This all comes back to the idea that Alastor has lost power through whatever deal he made. Which in turn makes us ask the question:

What did Alastor get in return?

If he lost enough power to the point he thought he could beat Adam and couldn't, what did he want so badly that he felt the need to sell his soul and power away?

I have no idea

BUT, I have thoughts.

I have seen theories saying that perhaps Alastor made this deal while he was alive, and he sold his soul to gain power while living. This, while possible, doesn't necessarily match up with what we know about his character.

Alastor is conniving. He's brilliant. He's a serial killer. He knows and understands nuance like the back of his hand. With how much time he spent in hell (he died in the 30s and according to the wiki, Katie Killjoy died in 1992 ((Helluva Boss also takes place in the 21st century but we don't know yet if Helluva Boss is canon to Amazon's Hazbin Hotel)) Alastor would have had ample time to figure out loopholes in his deal.

No, his deal definitely happened at some point during his seven-year absence, likely near the end for the same reason as the previous. Which, again, all connects back to Lillith, which means our likely culprit for this deal is Lillith OR the person responsible for Lillith's disappearance if not Lillith herself.

This all brings us back to two questions:

What deal did Alastor make?

What did he gain from it?

[kirammankisser]

how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader

Was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?

HOOOOLY CRAP GUYS. i went down the BIGGEST rabbit hole for this (perks of being sick and having free time)… first request!!!! (AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE MORE :)) tysm!!! and with all the background research, i cooked !!! (proofread + i tried my best to make this accurate)

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how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader?

was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?

(no warnings, no pronouns used, but suggested you are his wife ^_^)

— in my opinion, lucifer pretty much messed with his whole love life. i think he would be much more chill than he is now. but to try and match his character, he will be a little egoistic.

you were adam’s first wife, and to him, you meant a lot.

seriously, being the first man on earth he grew to be a bit egotistical. but, you helped tone that down from him. 

you knew he thought higher of himself, but you tried to remind him that humans should all be equal.

life was wonderful in eden. after spending time in eden with him, you both realized you were falling deeply in love with each other.

“hey, i think i’m in love with you.”

adam says with a grin, and you can’t help but reply,

“me too.”

and your relationship bloomed from there. he thought you were the most wonderful woman he would ever meet.

and as a few years passed, you became adam’s wife. 

he could hardly believe it, considering how dumb he was. you were like a goddess to him. beautiful in every way, even if you didn’t think so. he would always tell you how important you are to him.

you spent days upon days with him, and you would plan various things to do.

one of your favorite activities was spending a day in the warm sun, prancing in meadows and playing in creeks.

adam just adored you, sometimes he got a little embarrassed to participate because of his somewhat  ‘manly’ ego, but if you asked him to do anything, no questions, he’d do it right away.

“babe, there’s a bunch of flowers in your hair.”

he says, gently leaning forward to pick some of the succulents out of your hair. you two sat in the meadow, as adam hummed while doing so.

“what happens when we die?”

you say curiously, and adam looks at you wide eyed.

“oh, sweetness, don’t worry ‘bout that, ‘kay?”

you silently nodded, curling close to him. the sun was starting to set.

you two shifted on your backs to look at the stars, and he listened intently as you mumbled about the different constellations.

and soon, he knew when your speech got slower, and your hands stopped pointing up at the sky, you had fallen to slumber. and he follows quickly.

͙͘͡★

and you remained close, in love for years to come.

when it came time for death, you both succumbed.

when you made it to heaven, you were there together.

he was so happy, happy he is able to spend the rest of eternity with you.

extra / if he left you for eve + lillith (angstyyy kinda?)

when you and adam got married, you knew this wouldn’t last forever. you love him, so so much, but you knew he didn’t love you fully.

and that’s just who he was, perhaps. he was always eyeing other women, thinking he was superior to you, and seemed to become a bit short tempered around you.

and that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him, tears in your eyes.

and he left.

left you for eve, left her for lillith.

you knew there was no end to it, but when you became an angel, you saw just how fucked up he was.

he was even worse now, somehow, and you knew it was all his wives fault.

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research/long blabber about adam’s backstory i looked up to understand him further even after rewatching hazbin 4 times…  adam’s first wife lilith married lucifer,, lilith and adam fought (as of religious text) demons =sinners and freedom with a life in heaven =exterminations lilith = left and kinda evil? adam =first man earliest of man and kinda worst of man? (according to lol more religious text blah blah blah) uprise because lilliths singing which adam took advantage of? alastor’s master = lillith..(theory i think) OH GOD IM SO CONFUSED anyways. lilith hates subservience (willingness to obey others unquestionably) that’s why she left adam?? adam =toxic masculinity. eve left to eat the apple from lucifer ADAMS EX-wife set lillith up? or what. first human. after his wife’s? he’s EXTRENELY cocky and arrogant in charge of annual extermination of sinners (because of overpopulation) is mean because he thinks it’s hilarious, who’s gonna stop him? adam thinks no one can change, and thinks heaven and hell is a great system. basically abuses his power..  lucifer had a baby with adam’s ex-wife and is indirectly responsible for adam losing out on paradise. adam didn’t eat the fordbifden fruit which is why he acts the way he does? god complex cuz he’s firsy man. lillith was the first woman in hazbin, lilith left because adam thought higher of himself. EVE ATE THE FRUIT of knowledge! i tried to use my brain to the max to make this so I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 12 (Part 2)

AU MASTER POST

BEGINNING | PREVIOUS | NEXT

[Image ID under the cut]

[IMAGE ID: Three pages of a black and white comic.

PAGE ONE

PANEL 1: Perry Porter continues his news report. "Further investigation," he says, "reveals that this human has been the subject of sightings in Bonesborough for a few weeks now, and is the cause of a recent disturbance at Hexside School. For further comment, here is my own son, Augustus." PANEL 2: Perry interviews Gus, who is grinning with excitement. "Augustus, is it true you've encountered this human before?" "Yeah!" exclaims Gus, "She snuck into the school and now she's my friend! Her name is Luz!" PANEL 3: "Now that they're together, I can see…" says Belos. "It's them." With a point of his finger, he conjures hologram-like illusions of Luz and Lillith, who stand in the throne room facing them, with their names above their heads. "I don't understand," says Caleb. PANEL 4: The illusions have transformed into Luz and Lilith in their disguises from "Elsewhere and Elsewhen." The names over their heads have changed to "Luzura" and "Aunt Dirtrude." "I had to consult memory magic to be sure," Belos says, "but I was correct." Caleb reads the names out loud: "Luzura and--" PANEL 5: He points, laughing. "Wait, is that the witch who broke your nose?" "They're the two who helped me find the Collector," Belos grumbles. "I did always have questions about them. Clearly there was time magic involved."

PAGE TWO

PANEL 1: A profile view of Caleb, quietly sad. "I see," he says. "And this human attacked a witch in a duel." PANEL 2: But then he turns and brings a hand to his chin in thought. "But… the boy called her his friend?" "Either a cunning ploy, or she is… struggling to find her way," responds Belos. "Either way, she isn't ready to face a witch." PANEL 3: A view of footage from the news report, projected by the crystal ball. In a moment from the episode "Convention," Eda exposes the power glyph used on Amity while Luz looks on in surprise. Belos continues to speak off screen. "If it wasn't for the Owl Lady's intervention, she would have sorely lost." "The Owl Lady protected her?" Caleb asks. "Yes, it appears my suspicions were correct." PANEL 4: "The portal door has reappeared, in the hands of another one of your blasted Clawthornes." A close-up of Belos against a totally black background, his face shadowed. One hateful eye gleams from behind his mask. PANEL 5: A close-up of Caleb staring up at him, also shadowed against black. His face is lined, his single pupil a pinprick. His expression is schooled neutral. "And just as before," Belos continues off screen, "the witch has taken advantage to claim a human soul." PANEL 6: "No wonder the child came to me for help. If not for Lilith, perhaps I could have aided her back then." He stands in front of the projection, watching the newscast, his back to Caleb. "I should order her collected and brought here. Shield her from further corruption. If only the Owl Lady wasn't guarding her." PANEL 7: A close up of Caleb jolting forward, fearful. "NO!" he bursts out.

PAGE THREE

PANEL 1: A close-up of Belos glowering dangerously over his shoulder, lit by the broadcast from behind. "No?" PANEL 2: Caleb sweats. "I mean. Philip, don't you think it'll look suspicious to show too much interest in a human?" PANEL 3: Caleb takes Belos hand, clutching him imploringly. "Not to mention the possibilities of meddling in the time-line. It's too risky." Belos isn't looking at him anymore. He looks ahead at the illusion of Luz, whose back is to us in the foreground. His expression is unreadable. PANEL 4: A high angle shot of Belos and Caleb watching Luz's illusion. Caleb still clings to Belos. Luz's illusion is alone now, staring at them blankly as she stands at the far end of the throne room. "Yes," Belos agrees, "I fear it's too early to intervene. It seems the Lord is testing her." PANEL 5: "For now," he continues off screen, "she will have to face the temptations of this realm on her own." A close-up of Caleb, letting out a breath of relief. PANEL 6: Caleb's eyes snap open. Belos' hand has come up to brush his cheek. PANEL 7: Belos pulls Caleb into a hug. Caleb's face over Belos' shoulder is drawn in supressed, silent horror, cast in deep shadows, as Belos murmurs to him reassuringly. "Don't worry, Caleb. The Owl Lady will be taken care of. And then the portal to the human realm will be in safe hands." PANEL 8: Belos and Caleb in profile against a black background, casting long shadows on the ground. Belos hunches over Caleb, one arm around his back and the other hand on the back of his head, pressing him close. Caleb dangles limply, face towards the ceiling, pulled halfway out of his wheelchair. Belos murmurs into Caleb's hair. "I won't let history repeat."

[meowsgirldrawing]

Obey Me! Brothers as Fathers

Kinda part of that Poly! AU I’ve talked about before. So this can be read as either that or separate. The kids are all original characters, but MC can be read as any gender in this. Remember- this is Devildom so any way of kids happening could go. Either surrogate, magic ways, or natural so literally, anybody can read this. (Male, Female, Gender Neutral, whatever you prefer is all Welcomed <;3)

Not my best work, but I like it enough to post it. So yeah...

Enjoy^^

AOT Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/46350262 

Masterlist- Link

Warnings?- Talks of violence (Satan’s), Use of the word Sl*t and derogatory terms/harrasment (Mammon’s) and that’s mostly it. Asmo calls someone a b*tch but thats basic Asmo at this point.

Lucifer--------------------- 

He feels the urge, the one he’s felt with his brothers for years. To sigh, to pitch his brow, an outward showism of his displeasure of the situation.

But he ignores it because he knows what reaction he’ll get from the little girl at his feet. She’ll curl up tighter, grip the plastic of her glasses tenser in those small hands of hers.

Practically achieve the exact opposite of what he wants.

He manages a silent sigh, joining her level in a kneel.

“Lillie..” The noirette head doesn’t budge much, if only, just to bury further. He doesn’t comment and instead runs a soothing palm across her back. Soothing out the creases along her small uniform. “What’s the matter? Do you no longer want to participate?”

The small crowd of parents in the auditorium is loud. If he were in his demon form, surely it would’ve been louder. Thankfully, this form allows him to hear his little one.

“....mnm…” Well. Barely.

“Darling, I can’t understand when your face is covered.” Gently so, when she picks it up, his fingers trail to cup her cheek. It’s damp. And continues to be so as new tears prick out and smear downward. His thumb rubs in little wipe-aways.

“..I dunno..I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” For a man known for such high power, his voice stays low.

“The stage..I don’t want to go up..” Her eyes dart to the theater doors in front of them then back.

“And why’s that?” A small part of him feels like it’s wavering on powerless and helpless as her bottom lip wobbles.

“Cause…Cause I-I don’t want to..to embarrass you.”

Stab. Twist.

His sigh spooks her but she keeps her chin high at him. She knows lowering it back down won’t help either.

“Darling, you can never embarrass me. At the very least not on stage.”

“I can’t?”

“Of course not.” Lucifer offers a smile, and brings his hand to her head, gently pulling out the tangles in small strokes. “You want to know why?”

Her brow furrows, seeming entirely confused. When she can’t think of anything, the same eyes as his spouse greets him again.

“Cause you’re my daughter. And what’s our family known for?”

“..Pride?”

“Exactly. I have never been un-prideful of you. And I never will be.” He takes her glasses, her grip falling without hesitation. Giving them a good cleanse from tears and dirt of the dangling coat on his shoulder, he pushes her long locks away, mindful of the pins, and slides her glasses slowly back.

Cheezy at best, and his spouse will be surely teasing him about it later, but it brings a smile to her face. One shy but growing.

He helps her up, patting off her patterned skirt and button up. And once she looks composed, his arm finds her violin. It was a few feet away, a hazard that thankfully didn’t come true.

“Now…Lillith..”The face of a suddenly new girl shines back at him as he turns around, violin stretched for her grasp. “Do you no longer want to participate?”

A similar gleam to the one of a certain human flickers as she takes it. “ I do.”

“Good.” He bends slightly, kissing the 7 year old’s forehead, “Then do me even prouder, my dear.”

Mammon--------------

A snort escapes him before he can even want to try and stop it. Why should he? This is comedy gold!

The other demon, one tight in some odd get up, is basically begging to get away from his fiery hellspawn.

A 15 year old girl. He’s pretty sure if she had better control of her power, she’d be using it to make that pale hair of hers turn into fire, really playing into the ‘You fucked up really damn bad” card.

Just like his little human back at home.

What brought this whole thing on?

Simple.

As the father-daughter duo just finished up a nice day of shopping, trying to look for a new outfit for her 16th next Friday, they decided to stroll pass on the lonely street on their laughter-filled walk home. Sweet Varya was just-a bubbling with excitement, her two shaded eyes brimming with possibilities. 16. Sixteen. The big teen! While Mammon was a tad solemn at the idea of her getting bigger, another year gone until the pending day she won’t need her dear old man anymore, he couldn’t help but share the excitement. His sole focus was her and not letting anything make her upset today.

And he was doing a remarkable streak!.....Until someone had to jump in and ruin it.

“Hey sl*t!”

Mammon’s head snapped, finding the demon leering from afar. His daughter rolled her eyes and tugged on his jacket, “C’mon pops.” She already heard enough of this at school. Just ignore ‘em and move on.

“Hey!” They’re quick, making it across the street, following in from several good meters behind them, “I’m talkin’ to ya, b*tch!”

Mammon wraps an arm around her, something he questions why he didn’t before. His glare is searing from under his hood. “She ain’t interested, pal.” He feels a wack on his arm.

The other demon just up and ignores him, “C’mon beautiful, ditch this f*cker already, yeah?”

It went similar to this for a good minute longer, the two trying to ignore their presence, even Mammon moving to stop and wanting to ape on their ass but Varya pulls him away, claiming he’s worth nothin’.

The demon, hearing this loud and clear, starts spitting insult after insult at Mammon.

Varya’s been very calm about this, praying to get home without dealing with a fight she knows her dad will win, up until the demon spats out his last insult.

“Scummy f*ckin’-”

Within mere seconds the demon was forced to the ground.

Aaaaaand here we are now.

“Who gives ya tha damn right to talk ta my father that way?!”

“Nani?!” The demon screeches.

She may not be facing him, but it’s little thought of her appearance.

Gold lacing her irises, maybe the same tipping into her snow hair that dangles past her upper torso, teeth bared and baby fangs out. Varya not fearing a ting of holding back. “My old man is someone yer very lucky thinks more than fights, cause if he were anyone else, you’d be more than sobbin’ on tha ground right now, ya soddin’ sot!”

‘Soddin’ sot?’ “Must’ve gotten it from Satan or Luci.” His mumbles don't reach either pair of ears. Huh..He should’ve  gotten some popcorn if he knew this was gonna happen. Okay, obviously he’s not happy with hearin’ his little girl get called derogatory shit, but her reaction now… by-his-previous-father get him a camera cause this is amazing.

Though all good things must come to an end…

His back pocket vibrates. As his daughter keeps backlashing obscenities in front of him, the demon forever continuing to cower under her wrath, Mammon hums a little tune while plucking the device up.

His arms adjust all the bags he grasps onto one arm, unlocking the screen, a nice photo of his sweet human and their hellraising daughter of course, and dragging up the messages.

My Treasure: Are you guys on the way yet? I got the noodles on the way.

His fingers go fast. He hears some added shuffling upfront.

Mams<3: Ya better believe it. Might take a sec tho. Yer daughter’s dealin’ with some shrub.

My Treasure: Get her to kick their ass later then, otherwise she’ll miss the food.

“Yo, darls. Yer mom’s/pop’s askin’ for ya. We gotta get home quick if we don’t wanna miss dinner.” He calls out, shoving back his phone.

“Yeah yeah..” Just when the mess on the ground thinks she’s finally done, tired of her torment as she spins on heel. She has little to no hesitation in proving him wrong. 

Twisting back around and slamming down a good, and I mean good, few inch heel right into the ground. 

Mere centimeters from their groin.

Mammon lets a low whistle ride at the sight of short cracks in the ground. Guess she does have good control.

The demon is whimpering, shaking from his very core as their pale face is stuck at the sight. Their eyes flick up, meeting that dangerous gold. “Try somethin’ like that again….”

“-And you’ll burn all their favorite toy collections?!” Howls Mammon.

“What?” Varya’s lips pull into a pout, “Not my fault I guessed right.”

“Oh yes! ‘Cause that just made it even fuckin’ better!” His laugh goes echoing down the street.

“What do you mean? ‘Even better’?”

Mammon keeps the voice the same, full of humor, “Just knowin’ how ya think of yer pops.” He says it so nonchalant too. “I’m glad yer startin’ ta think that now. Be a pain if ya didn’t.”

Varya’s smirk wipes away, a frown replacing it. She...wasn’t expecting that. 

“...Dad.”

His hand that was at the gate, ready to just push it and follow in, stills at her palm on his sleeve, “The hell ya talkin’ about?” Her head shakes as if she can’t believe her ears.

“That…that you don’t think I’m some scummy fucker?” He reiterates.

“I’ve never thought that of ya?.. It be stupid if I did.”

Mammon may or may not have cried in his spouse’s arms that night.

Leviathan-----------

He should web search:

Can human/demon hybrid children survive long times in water?

His phone is just casually placed on the sink a few feet behind him, wouldn’t take long.

Like 5…or 10…or 1 minute long.

……………..

How long does it take for a human to pass out again??

He doesn’t have a f-ing clue! Oh..how he wishes MC stayed longer, they’d know exactly what to do.

Pressing the towel against his tank top, bending into his knee, he ruffles up his TSL patterned night pants, dipping a leg into the water.

The tub was big enough to be considered a kiddie pool instead of a usual tub, but still just as deep. His son just had to convince him to use it for bathtime, and he also just had to convince him of how great it would be to add in lots of bubbles.

Yeah.. His hand tries to wats away some out of his path, very great…said no one but his son.

“Rhomb!” His whistle beats into the sizable bathroom, “Come out! Pappa can’t see you!”

You’d think the bubbles would keep out a child of Rhomb’s age from trying to diver under constantly, yeah? Well, thanks to Mc’s grand and lovely mind- seriously it was quite smart at the time-, they were able to get tear-free bath bubbles, as he did keep going under water.

In the few moment’s Levi’s ever had, he once again curses his more aquatic biology.

Keeping a tight grip on his rolled up pants- they may be rolled up, safely out of water, but you never know!- he carefully shuffles around the bath, eyes wide alert for any shifting waters.

He has to go slow, otherwise, he might end up with a snappy toddler and his aching tiny tail.

And that just be- wait..

Woh, there!

At one side of the tub, closer to the one with a mirror, a sliver of light purple slides up then back down again, quick as a whip.

Following the slight wave of the water, it’s suddenly more clear despite the constant bubble brigade, he can see Rhomb’s pattern.

Swim around the ring, stop at the mirror and turn clockwise or counterclockwise. Huh…

In rare moments, here and there, he can see that dark purple mop of hair on his head tease the surface, eyes hidden well. But not enough, Levi can see him watching him. A tilt of his son’s head through the wading waters and he’s off swimming again.

A shiver runs up his back.

It’s like a damn shark.

Oh come on, you stupid otaku! You’ve been the Admiral of Hell’s Navy for millenniums! You’ve fought in the Great Celestial War alongside your siblings, dealt with un-amountable and hellish enemies even after, are you really going to be afraid of a tiny, pipsqueak, guppy-looking-

Yes. Yes he is.

First rule of having a human/demon child, class-Fish-

Avoid the chompers.

But- The water sloshes against a higher part of his leg, the yelp-worthy cold shooting up his nerves, if not, more. He has to get his son out before the cold sets in and a grumpy toddler won’t be the worst of his problems.

With that and an affirming nod to himself, he braces a leg, summons up his tail for extra leverage and gets his game face on.

Funny, he should’ve really been paying more attention….he would’ve been able to see the glimpse of purple riding up behind him.

Time blip---^^^

MC returns home close to an hour later, tugging off their jacket and half-hazardly tossing the keys into the stationed bowl.

Their call echos in their lovely abode, yet goes unanswered.

When pausing at the kitchen doorway, it becomes clear as to why.

Set in one of the dining chairs is Levi, eyes tinged a bit red around the dark look he gives off. Hollow and defeated.

The poor papa flinches as their 3 year old’s teeth sinks further into the dark purple tail coiled around him and his blanket. Golden laced eyes leering up at Levi.

“...Should I ask..?”

Levi only mouths one word, ‘Help.’

Satan-----------

Libbey has kept her head down since being picked up.

The school called up her father, explaining her little incident with another student at lunch, claiming she violently attacked the poor other demon. Satan had no will to believe it until he saw the photos.

Before he made any real assumptions, he turned to her and asked her reasoning for this attack.

Now they’re driving, possibly home. She can handle a phone being taken away, most likely grounded from anything fun for the week suspension that’s been bestowed upon her, but she dreads the impending lecture.

Oh dear, would Lucifer join? Both in the same room? Giving her a lecture that could last her unknowing mortal/immortal life as they know it?

Where’s mamma/papa when you need them?

“We’re here.”

Gnawing her cheek, she bites back a groan as she lolls her eyes up.

She’s fully expecting to see the suspicious opening of their homey gates, maybe the rare glance of Cerberus minding the perimeter in his patrol, a sibling or two out and about making their chaos known to the world.

She doesn’t get that. Instead, she gets a nice and cozy looking cafe shop, a simple yet cottage core vibe sign planted on the front, with a giant, winking cartoon cat next to an equally cartoonish coffee treat. On the outside, there are various sets of outdoor furniture such as tables and chairs sat under colorful and patterned umbrellas.

“...Are we at a cat cafe?” Her lips are close to making her mumble as her eyes stray on the collared cats wandering around the windows.

“Yep” He pops the ‘p’, grabbing his wallet. “Come on.”

Libbey gapes at her father getting out. When her brain catches up, she’s already scrambling out of the car, calling out to him, “D-dad! But-but I got into a fight!”

“Yeah you did.” Satan’s going at a leisurely pace, eyes glimmering at the myriad of cats that await him.

“I fractured his wing!”

“Yep.”

“I gave him lacerations all over, even on his tail! That’s one of the most sensitive spots on a demon’s body!”

“Oh yeah..” His feet falter in their next step, then proceeds with as little as a thrown over the shoulder, “That’s correct.”

Libbey hands twitch for her hair, “He possibly has a concussion for what I did!”

“I would suspect so after getting tossed like a ragdoll at a wall.”

“DAD!” Her hand clings to his jacket, tugging him back, “Why are we here??”

“Why wouldn’t we?” He answers, adding in a suspicious tilt of the head, “You were only defending yourself.”

“But I-”

“Libbey, I need you to understand this.” His sleeve escapes but soon lands a hand on her shoulder, “You may have lost some control of your anger. It happens, but I know you know better too. I will never punish you for defending yourself, alright?”

His hand shifts, now behind her shoulder to start nudging. When she tries to object, still flabbergasted at his response, he’s quick to shut her possible words up with, “Now get inside so we can play with the cats.”

Asmodeus--------

Circle number 1,589

Circle number 1,590

Circle number 1,591

Circle number-

“We get it, Asmo! You’re worried! Now pipe it down and join our show or get out!!” Mammon practically hisses. He’s here to get away from his counting based job, not to do something entirely similar.

Asmo stops steamrolling in his 1,592nd circle behind the couch. Leviathan is too engrossed into the film to comment his own coequal tease. Truthfully, it would fall on deaf ears as Asmo doesn’t hesitate to roughly spin around, seething at the teeth.

“I’m more than worried! I’m fretting!!!” His fangs threaten blindly to a nonchalant Mammon. Said brother’s offer is an uninvolved eye roll, flicking back to the scene playing out on the flat screen.

Asmo’s chest lets out a great huff, marching right over and in front of Mammon, arms crossed.

A resounding moan shows his brother’s discontempt, edging his head left and right to try and see the screen. “Amso! Seriously?!”

“My sweet baby boy is out there with a possible witch-bitch, all alone without me or our darling, MC to back him up! Who knows how his…date..could have been raised?!” Hurriedly, his pacemarking starts right up again, this time doing odd circles around the couch, “They probably didn’t even bring him flowers!”

“Didn’t he do the flower thing?” Levi avoids Mammon’s swats and hisses. He scoots away from their kicking and whining older brother.

“YES! But that’s because I raised him to be the perfect gentleman!”

“And MC.” Mammon relents once.

“Yes- But who knows how that other child thinks??” His feet pause in their momentum for a preferable deride, “My baby must be miserable!”

“Why are you so worried about it anyway?” Mammon’s finger rubs at his ear before flicking, “The kid is 16, almost 17 now.”

“Besides, he’s literally half demon,” Levi swallows down, licking off chocolate, “After passing nearly every single test Lucifer and Satan have thrown at him about self defense, I think Quinn can handle himself.”

That has Asmodeus, the always extravagant diva, screeching to a halt. Ugh! Yes, he knows his son if more than capable to protect himself if need be. But- he’s talking about mentally. Emotionally.

Beel may be the one picked out as the most emotionally in-tuned brother, especially when it comes to the kids, but Asmo….Quinn is his diamond in the rough, one that he prides himself in protecting as his might lets him.

 Especially when it involves his own sin.

These two won’t get it… Asmo scorns a final look over his shoulder, before retreating from the living room.

Time Blipppppp

Quinn lets the door close behind him, locking it up before ringing and tossing his keys into the bowl of many,many personally designed keys plotted abutting the door.

His whistling follows him into the dubbed ‘Kids’ Kitchen. It’s just an extra kitchen made for the kids to keep Beel from raiding all the attendants in the household of food.

He pops open a cold pop, leaning into the island’s top whilst thumbing through his phone.

Quinn lets slip a muffled chuckle at the photos he and the-honest-to-the-all-not-mighty cute witch he’s been able to treat tonight. Such a shy one too, hiding behind his arm in between getting jumpscared by a raunchy horror attraction after the next.

In face of horror, they continued to give him a bright smile in the midst of their excited hopping, so he’s confident they enjoyed it just the same. He’ll make sure to bring them to a more relaxed type of date next time however.

The silence that is 2 AM gets barged open by an Asmodeus sized battering ram.

Frantic footsteps, that are the only ones Quinn can detect but not ready for, fly for the kitchen entrance. Asmo darts around it’s corner, and immediately throws arms around Quinn.

“QUINN!”

The teen stumbles back, smacking his pop down to keep from spilling. His free arm clutches his dad’s robe, begging for steadiness. “ Dad?! ”

Asmodeus pops up and his hands flag to Quinn’s face, “Are you ok? How was the date??”

Although the dramatic behavior from Asmodeus wouldn’t be new to him, it’s late . Asmo’s usually in bed by now, clinging to his routine like a lifeline if no plans are made previously. All for the sake of his precious skin.

Quinn blinks once then twice, “Uh..Great?”

Asmo gasps as if he’s found out the worst news, “That’s a question! I knew it!” He nearly breathes out fire, hands planting at Quinn’s shoulders, “I promise you, you can tell me what happened! I will never judge you, my darling. No matter what it is!”

But..he thought he already told him what happened technically? He and his date had a night all year around Haunted Circus. They never changed plans. Even if they did so, Quinn promised to let them know in case they needed to know location wise.

Resting his own hands on top of Asmo’s, his voice turns odd, “..We went to the Haunted Circus like I told you we would, ate ice cream, and some popcorn. Y’know, the usual?” At his father’s crossed features, he adds, “We never changed location. I would’ve told ya if we did, pops.”

It takes a moment of silence between them. Then silk pink shoulders drop, “That’s it?”

Quinn nods, brow still raised.

Suddenly it’s like he never panicked, never cried. His mood completely flips like a coin, all preppy and piper once again. He releases a long sigh of relief, and shines a smile.

Quinn gets pulled into a hug, arms tight around his shoulders, “Thank goodness!~ I was working up an icky sweat there for a second! I’m glad you had a good time, baby!” He pulls back for a second, eyes flashing in gold mixed with high pinks, “Right?~”

For the sake of everyone, including himself, Quinn just nods. Only for his deadpan face to turn into a soft smirk when getting yanked into a new hug.

Eyes roll with no real meaning as he circles his arms right back, patting his Dad’s upper back. “Pops.”

“Hm?” Asmo hums into his shoulder, fiddling with his jacket.

“They’re ace.”

His body stills, waiting a beat or two, then relaxes, “Oh.”

Quinn can’t help his chuckle, squeezing Asmo once, “I’m good. Promise.”

Asmodeus sighs again, this time it’s heavy and as if he’s just released all his worries at once, “I know…I just-” His body sags, leaning tighter on Quinn.

“I know, pops. I know.”

“I love you.” He whispers. Part of him hasn’t a clue why. Another definitely does.

Quinn copies, grinning into his shoulder, “I love you too, Dad.”

Beelzebub-------

She’s so tiny.

Is tiny ok?

He expected her to be big, considered at least a bit above average for humans. Not only for her demon blood, but for his, the father’s, size. He gets compared to Diavolo himself a lot, and even without those teases, he knows he’s a big guy.

Yet…

She came out so little.

6 pounds, 8.5 ounces. MC said that’s considered a little below average.

Fingers, so frail and so gentle, touch the hand that hovers near her.

Beel gulps, glancing to his side. Belphie leans on his cow pillow, watching the interaction with a soft look, lidded eyes. The same colored eyes match in gaze.

He decided to stick to Beel as MC rested, planting himself down and staying silent besides small sighs of usual sleepiness here and there.

It’s like he could tell his nerves spiked up at the single thought of being alone with the newborn. Like he couldn’t trust himself enough, silently hoping for MC or Belphie, or any of his other brothers who were hanging out in the room next over.

“You’re fine.” Belphie mutters. His hand lays by his coddling arm.

“She’s small.” Beel whispers. The shock hasn’t made an inch of moving yet.

“I know,” His lip quirks, “Ironic, huh?”

“She might have my eating habits.”

A snort comes at the word ‘habits’ before Belphie starts silently chuckling, not wanting to wake the sleepy girl. “The only thing Lucifer might hate.”

“She can stay tiny.”

“Maybe, some of them human kids do turn chunky quick.”

“She might be more human.”

The thought came to mind more after she was born. Before, it was different, if was like ‘Oh, she’s going to have human blood’ and that was it.

No, now .  Now it’s different.

Now it hit- stabbed- slapped him square in the face, just as much as her squishy image did when she was passed over to him so gently-like. All bundled up, curled in a small, whimpering ball of proof of his love for MC. A love that has taken hold of him and molded, no, extended vastly over the same little baby in his arms.

He’s not a poet by any means. Sure, he acknowledges his soft persona towards his loved ones, but never been a poet or writer. But, he could have sworn the moment reminded him so much of those books Satan or Lucifer have read aloud sometimes.

It stunned him just as much as it scared him.

“Yeah.” His twin offers up a shrug, leaning back, “That’s what happens when a human and demon have a kid.”

“She’ll be more vulnerable.” Beel feels a frown come on, staring down at the swaddled infant. He’s seen the other side of vulnerability. It’s scary, suffocating, you feel as if you can’t escape from its clutches no matter how hard you try. It’s even worse if a monster is the one…

He swallows, facing morphing into a faint grimace, if a monster is the one eating you.

Second nature takes over, Belphie’s hand swaying up to touch his blanketed arm. “Beel.”

The ginger doesn’t move his head an inch, but his eyes glance back up. Belphie’s soft look is gone, but it lingers, only just barely. His brother needs to understand.

“She’s not going to get hurt.” Belphie’s finger lifts, pointing at a sleeping MC, “For one, she’s got a kick-ass parent 1 over there, who’s been through hell and back with us, literally, to the point that people would have to kill them to get to her. And even then, gotta deal with their return.” And with a grin like he’s used to this joke by now, “I should know, honestly.”

Before Beel can lecture him, Belphie side swipes his comment and continues, waving a hand to the door, “ 2nd, she’s got a whole squad of demon family members who’d stop at nothing to keep her safe, myself included.”

Beel watches his direction turn to him; he damps down the urge to squeeze his arms barely a centimeter, “3rd, she’s not only got more demons- including the King himself and his lame-ass butler, but a magical weirdo human, an angel and his dog. Plus-” Belphie smirks, a mix between soft and smug, as he waves towards Beel,

“She’s got one of the most soft-hearted, yet most unyieldingly protective Dad in all three realms, who’d I know already will succeed anytime someone so much as dares to breathe wrong in her direction.” With that, he crosses his arms and flops back in the chair. “She’s going to be fine, Beel. Everyone knows it, including you .”

Beel stares at him a second, processing everything. Thoughts swirl in his head, many wanting to disagree with Belphie, new ones ready to snap at those, and others that keep going back and forth between both groups.

Belphie doesn’t comment on his face, but Beel soon notices the eye widening and lip quirking.

He’s staring at his Frankie.

As soon as he joins, he gets why he can’t stop.

She’s looking up at him. Fingers gracing the pink and white blanket edge, gripping just a little in small fists before letting go; her mouth stays slightly open, as if vaguely gaping at the giant infront of her. Her hints of ginger hair peek through the blanket as she tilts her head faintly.

But the thing that has both twins stopping in their tracks,

The purple eyes. Tinged with the classical match of poppy red closer to the edge, they practically beam up, focused solely on him. For eons, the only other person the twin’s have known to have those eyes were each other. It was just about the only thing they had in common beside their brotherly love for each other and the people around them. Everything else had been different one way or another, from colors, to activities, to hobbies, to who they were as people.

Now someone else shared their eyes.

Beel feels his throat tighten for once. MC had been able to make him feel full for the first time when they met, a feeling that could barely ever change even if Beel himself tried to make it so. It seems that has extended too.

They hardly change effect as she suddenly grins, all gummy and squishy cheeks.

When her hand flies up, reaching for him, a shaky hand covers it.

He will protect her , Belphie’s hand pats his shoulder, a half chuckle/half covered sniffle meeting his ears, he promises.

Belphegor--------

“Papa” Patting at his cheek. More patting joins at his arm.

“Popi!” A whine at his right, echos that is the growl of, “Papa!” at his left.

Belphegor mutters a curse in the blessed Devildom tongue, shifting and flopping into a comfortable position. Away from his kids.

Behind him is a huff, Ryder hissing out, “Papa!”

“Papa is sleeping.” Waves off Belphie, tucking his arm back under his classic cow pillow. Too hyper for him. If the two didn’t look like him, both having a relatively noticeable amount of faded indigo hair, he’d think they’d be Mammon’s kids instead.

The noise dies down for a limited moment or two before two small bodies find themselves on him, one tugging at his arm while the other trying to annoy him by being as limp as possible.

“Paaaa!” River whines. Belphie’s eye twitches. His tail lifts, and goes on pushing at them. Shoo shoo. A drastically tinier tail swats back at it. Probably Ryder, he tends to keep his tail out more.

“Whaaaaat?” Belphie mocks dramatically in return.

Ryder, able to get the tail back enough, “We have a question!” the tail flicks and bops forward,  meeting his face. Sputtering, he fights it back, growling about ‘weirdo dad’. A smirk crawls on Belphie’s face. Ryder wacks the limb away again, glaring at his annoyance of a dad the whole time.

“What.”

It’s only now they pause in their annoying ways. The twins have a moment of looking at each other, sharing a silent conversation. Ryder looks insistent, small brows down in a frown. At the same time, River doesn’t glance around, but tilts their head with a pouty lip.

Belphie’s ready to close his eyes and sleep again. A hand pats his face. “Papa”

Lifting his hand, he covers their face right back. “River.”

Ryder does the talking, “ How are babies made?”

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

His blankets dip further down as he rolls away, covering the back of his head with the giant pillow he’s always dragged around with him for major eons. “Go ask Mammon.”

Ryder’s huff flips with crossed arms, “ He said to ask you.”

“Yeah!” River’s tail swishes as he relaxes on the bed, belly flop style.

“Go ask Lucifer then.”

“He’s out with Uncle Diavolo.”

“King Diavolo!” Corrects River. But Ryder’s only response is, “Shut up.”

Belphie lifts the pillow for one second, flapping his tail at Ryder, “Don’t tell your brother to shut up.” A second later, he’s turning to River, “But don’t call him that.”

Again, with the small pout, but they sigh and nod. Although, it’s plainly clear it’s as reluctant as his morning schedule.

They seriously need to stop hanging so much with Lucifer. Loves his older brother, seriously, but he doesn’t need at least one of his kids mimicking him now.

It’s like a nightmare come true.

“Satan.”

“He started going on a lecture that we were too young to hear about it but-”

“Ryder asked him if that made him Lucifer’s kid.” Belphie snorts at River’s pointed finger. Ryder smacks it down without looking at him.

“We were kicked out of his room.”

Belphie’s face says it all. He’s amused. Not surprised. Maybe a tad impressed with their unconcerned attitudes about it. His kids are just as mischievous as him, quote unquote from MC themselves.

Poor Satan though, his co-CEO of Anti-Lucifer club.

Such shame.

Anyway-

“Asmode-” Belphie actually gives a good brain cell a turn there, then backtracks, shaking his head. Horror fills his mind at what Asmo could say, “Actually, don’t ever ask Asmodeus. I will catch you both if you do.”

His oldest twin scrunches his nose, the younger one sticks out his tongue and mocks a gag, “You think we’re stupid?” Ryder gapes.

“You think?” River echoes.

“How about Beel?” As weird as it is, Beel might know how to explain it the right way. And to kids nonetheless? Hell, he’d probably use the most oddly ‘child friendly’ way of explaining ‘it’ to a child.

“Out with Momma/Dad.” Both this time. River plays pattycake with the bed, patting his hands in a rhythmic motion.

Damn it. That means MC is off the list too. Ughhhhhh.

His head flies back under the pillow, “Then no.”

There’s a short growl before sudden weight falls on him. He groans, huffing into his pillow while River giggles out a call of their brother’s name then joins in at Belphie’s side.

“Tell us!” A proud demand from the hybrid on his back. Hands gripped into his hoodie, tugging and yanking with all his might. Belphie’s body did shift slightly, not enough however. “You don’t wanna know, kid.”

River half growls, “Yes we do!”

“Nah, kid. Seriously-” The two lock eyes. Their dad looks almost entirely serious for once. “You don’t.” There's been a handful of times their dad has looked serious, and for him to look close to it. They’re inclined to believe him.

They turn, opening their mouth to stop Ryder when he stumbles, somehow on someone’s back, and starts falling. A yelp escapes his lips, sliding as quick as lightning off their dad’s back and off the side of the bed.

Now the bed isn’t big. He’d probably get the most, a biggish bruise if he fell too hard.

Still, Belphie’s tail flies out, grabbing his son by the waist, and yanking him back to safety, back to him. Flipping back on his side, gently pushing River away a fair amount, he opens his arms and lets his tail drop the kid like an old fashioned airdrop.

Ryder would grunt at impact, if he wasn’t already swaddled by an unexpected hug by Belphie.

Wait,

 did I say hug? 

I meant trap.

 The arms around him are tough to beat, caging him in like a rat in a snake coil. As he squirms and snarls, desperate to get free, Belphie’s head plays with his hair, “Oh my sweet son. Oh my sweet boy.”

“DAAD!!”  

“SOOOO soso beautiful!”

“I’M A BOY!”

“You saying a boy can’t be beautiful?” He tsks, “Asmodeus is gonna be heartbroken.”

At first, River is laughing, been giggling at the sight since they saw Ryder safe. When eyes turn on them however, they’re immediately bolting.

Again the tail. Again the kid falling.

The twins are as different as the ying yang symbol. One is fighting for freedom, growling and hissing kiddie curses at Belphie; the other is giggling away and acting like they’re the same, but they’re really just snuggling in deeper and clutching onto Belphie’s left arm.

Noisy kids.  

Belphie smirks as he lets out another tease, furthering Ryder’s temper, his kids.

Heres the kids if people are interested- I will post more about them soon, so look out!

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Astarion and Lillith headcannons!

Since she is blind he taps on something close to her so she can sense his presence before he speaks, he has accidentally startled her in the past by just speaking

She likes to trace her fingers against his lips and nose before kissing him just to make sure she doesn't accidentally kiss his chin. It has happened before and they couldn't stop laughing

Even though she can get around on her own, she likes to take Astarions arm when they walk

Both Astarion and Karlach have gotten VERY protective of her

She's really good at knitting and makes jumpers for everyone

Being a cleric/druid, she can sense edible or medicinal plants in the general area and point them out

She felt the bite marks on Astarions neck once and started crying by how brutal they felt, completely unaware of how badly she is scarred herself.

She is still capable of "sight" using her druidic spore powers she can make out a rough image of what is in front of her, but details and colours are lost

Despite her broken body, she is still incredibly powerful and feels the need to constantly prove herself fit to be the leader of the group.

Spending time with people who care for her is slowly healing her dead heart, making her more than what Bhaal created (I went really hard with inspiration after hearing what Withers tells the player when rejecting Bhaal lol)

She is VERY gentle. When she touches something she does it with such softness, like she's afraid whatever she touches will break

[blaackbiird]

I have been thinking a lot about the fics I see where Lucifer gets sick with a cold or smth and it doesn't seem all that plausible to me, I don't imagine that sickness/disease is something Angels(even fallen ones) are designed to deal with

SO I have created my own version so I can get the whump and care of a sick-fic while still being somewhat believable(for me, anyway)

I call it "Burning Days"

Basically it's this: Heaven and Hell are composed of very different, conflicting energies. A being of one realm shouldn't spend too much time in the other.

Being an Angel, Lucifer himself is composed of Divine energy but he's been basically marinating in Infernal energy for ten thousand years, and Infernal energy can act like an infection to him.

In order to protect himself and keep himself from being overwhelmed by it, every couple of decades he has to go through Burning Days; that is, he has to isolate himself and allow his Divine blood to burn away the Infernal energy built up inside. It's a process that takes a few days, or up to a week, and leaves him with a horrific fever as it's literally burned out of him.

He isolates himself out of shame and embarrassment as the fever causes delirium and leaves him weak and helpless. It used to be that Lillith(who as a human soul, does not have the Divine energy that makes Infernal energy poisonous) who would help him through, but since they began growing distant, he's had to take care of himself through it.

Some points:

In the first day, he has to lay on the floor, away from any fabrics/carpets because he's burning so hot he's a literal fire hazard

The fever will be interspersed with bouts of cold sweats, nausea, and migraines

The first time it happened was an accident as he didn't realize this was necessary until he was nearly killed as the Infernal energy started to outweigh his Divine.

Vaggie could end up having to deal with this as well, the longer she lives in Hell. She's only been there 3 years, though, so she probably has no idea about this.

Charlie knows they happen, but doesn't know the specifics. All she knows is that Lucifer will disappear for a few days every couple decades and Lilith only ever told her he was ill; she never specified and Charlie is the last person Lucifer wants seeing him in this state.

[weebsinstash]

Is Lucifer capable of topping?

Let’s discuss- 🤔💭

I feel like he's EXTREMELY capable of topping and he's also a switch imo. You can have ur angel OR ur devil. You can scoop him up and he'll be all giddy if you like, be the big spoon or manhandle him or dom him a little, he's all weak in the knees BUT he can also totally do all the same to you, seduce you, hold and cuddle YOU, and like... he IS a grown man, a husband, and a dad 👀 he has all that experience in caregiving and other... husbandly activities

As a side note I've never mentioned this before but Vivzie has mentioned in the past that Lilith and Lucifer have a great marriage and love each other so like, imagine she's up in Heaven as a deal and actually she hates that bullshit and would come back the second she could and she comes down and before she can get 5 words in,, YOU march up, "you've got a lot of explaining to do!! Do you have any idea how many times I've had to watch Charlie leave messages for an answering service and how DEPRESSED Lucifer has been?!?! Look at him, you didn't even CALL?!" And you're super indignant and outraged and ,acting like you might even fight her even though you would lose HORRENDOUSLY, and Lilith just :3 looks to Lucifer "oh my gosh they're so CUTE, who IS this" and just. Turns to you. "Thank you for helping look after my daughter and my silly husband" and leaves a big black lipstick kiss on your cheek, like... honey i'd be gone 😳🥴 catch me later that night helping make Charlie a sibling--

Also. I thought of this once but. Consider: you can't get pregnant as a Sinner but you're trapped in the LiliLuci Hell polycule threesome and they're just like "wait what if... you were like a surrogate using Lilliths eggs or something" and that works so like IT'S KINDA LIKE THEY B O T H GOT YOU PREGNANT RIGHT?

But. I was thinking, oblivious Reader keeps swerving Lucifer every time he tries to come onto you, and eventually he overhears you talking to Angel, something to the effect of "what? Pff, guys don't look at me that way, I'm like, icky! Don't be dumb" And suddenly Lucifer is all but racing across the room, "oh, so THAT'S it? You just don't see yourself as a woman?" and like yes, he's partially correct, but in his head, this is 300% the entire reason you're swerving him at all. he basically just goes into "well in that case :3c" mode and just

Could you imagine he just. Does a little, shall we say, devilry where he just snaps his fingers and suddenly you're in his bedroom just sitting on his bed and you're still like "oh hey dude um what this is weird haha" and he just starts. Disrobing. Just making eye contact with you and taking off his clothing one article at a time and it takes him taking off his shirt and being bare chested before starting on his pants before you're finally like OH UM OH GOSH UM 😳😳😳😳 SIR??? I didnt mean to, to like, lead you on, if, if that's what I did, and--" but like... at this point... he basically just sees you as a blushing bride on her wedding night who's only reluctant because she's scared. He goes from flirting with you to "oh, you're inexperienced and didn't realize my intentions all this time? OK I'll just take full control and just demonstrate for you :)"

People who aren't cowards realize the shape-shifting abilities mean this man could knot you, use tentacles, do just about whatever, and that's the facts. is there a limit on the shape-shifting like a time duration because otherwise why wouldn't he just shape-shift taller.

Lately I've really been on the concept of "what if you wind up sleeping in the same bed with a yandere/they crawl into yours and it turns out they sleep partially or fully naked and are just Doing That Shit, Potentially Even While Cuddling You". Like. You wake up and you're actually suepr warm and cozy which is weird because you usually fall asleep kinda chilly and, you just. Take a second to process that more blankets were thrown over you during sleep, Lucifer is asleep beside you potentially even cuddling into your tummy or aomething, and, oh yeah, you're both down to your underwear. You, understandably, get startled and confused and he's just casually like "well I uh,,,, came in to check on you since you said you sleep kinda poorly and, it was so cold in here ya know, and, you were tossing and turning a lot so I thought, hey, maybe give some company and this is how ->I<- sleep, so". Like he just thinks nothing of it. You could be waking up to see a sea of blonde hair nestled between your titties and he's just like blinking awake and grinning up at you all "good morning ^^" as if he totally wasn't just.... lulled to sleep on your chest listening to the sound of your heartbeat (and was potentially woken up by your pulse changing as you woke up and started freaking out)

I just. I can see him being so goofy and cuddly and then when he needs to put his foot down, it gets put DOWN. He'll get rid of any non-Hotel friends or potential rivals he doesn't approve you spending time with, he'll have word spread that you're under his protection, Hell he may even completely go over your head and do some shit like... remember in the finale where it was showing like the Vees little pinboard of all their enemies and it showed a magazine of Lucifer. Imagine he just slips on an interview having a new fiance or spouse or something and just pulls a photo of you up off his phone or even OUT OF HIS WALLET and you see this shit on TV like WHAT IS HAPPENING

I think... one of the juiciest parts is... the concept and mental battle of never knowing if he's doing certain things to you intentionally or accidentally. Like he may be saying to your face "oh my gosh sweetie I, I had no idea that would upset you 🥺🥺🥺" but then the second he walks away and he's alone he's like having his evil supervillain moment, sitting in a recliner with a wineglass of Beel Juice staring at, basically an ALTAR to you, "yes.... it's all going to plan.... now there's nowhere in the city they can run off to without me knowing... Isnt that right sweetie???" *looks directly at his duck replica of you he made to talk to when you're not around and he gets lonely*

[deepvelvet]

Lillith+pluto in synastry and progressed synastry

MASTERLIST

When lillith touches pluto in synastry of natal charts, we can have a good idea on how she'll play out in this connection regards to lillith energies (see Lillith in a man's chart here).

When we talk about her in progressed synastry, we can see what we are dealing with right now. At this time period within the relationship.

So what can come to us when those two dark forces are match with each other? Whatever this energy goes, it will always be intense.

Pluto is known for being a cold planet, kinda like the ice planet, the outcast, distant from the sun. But science actually discovered that underneath this ice shield it has running water. He has depth under the darkness. When with lillith, we have a dark marriage bringing transformation (soulmate or pluto obsession? Here). As they are being outcasted and denied, they have a lot in common.

Lillith conjunct Pluto in synastry -

"love the shadows"

Along with the square, the conjunction is the most intense aspect between lillith and pluto. It's instant pull and magnetic drawn. It's gonna feel like you're mirroring each other in your parts that are repressed because of shame, guilt or simply because they are not openly accepted, or you think they wouldn't. So you Will feel like meeting your dark counterpart for the dark things that you may like, or having similar traumas. It can be a love to slasher movies or the same weird kinks in bed. This compatibility in sexual manners can be quite intense, a lot of times at the edge of passion/obsession. If you or the other person has a heavy natal pluto already, it can play out as "i am obsessed with doing this with this person". Your have to let yourself experience this dark side along with this person because if you don't (because you are afraid, or because you don't think that's the right thing for you), the conjunction will push this thru your interaction with this person. So if that's not what you want don't go further. Learn, grow and move on, because it will become overwhelming. If you are ready for it, prepare yourself to the hard times in that path too, since the intense feelings don't make a perfect relationship, and if the other parts of synastry do not match, you can see yourself in a dificult situation. It's the nature of pluto when found a lustful object, wanted to merge and have lillith for himself. But lillith can't be tamed down. So that's the negative in the conjunction, or whatever lillith pluto interaction, actually. So work to integrate the shadow side to make the relationship stronger. You can see who they truly are.

Lilith conjunct Pluto in progressed synastry

At this time period you can discover things you both have in common that you don't show to everyone. Things that are kept underneath, sometimes things you feel that no one else get it. This person can understand this. But when this shadows are showing themselves its a moment that things can be really scary. Being vulnerable that much with someone is scary. So in order to maintain some control over this, you have to be aware that you can, even uncosciously, try to control the other in some way. But when It comes to pluto and lillith they will both want to control and not being controlled. So let things flow and make sure this is someone you can trust. Work to integrate the shadow side to make the relationship stronger. They can see thru you at this time.

Lilith trine/sextile Pluto in synastry -

"i understand because i can feel it"

The trine and sextile are the aspects where the interaction between lillith and pluto are "smooth". Smooth, because you still have the intensity but things are easily in harmony. You can understand each others needs and flow with that. And you will like to be seen, as this person as well. Even if the synastry has a lot of breaking points, sex will be amazing and the connection be "diferent". You can stay long periods without talking or interact with each other, but when you do, it will be like nothing changed at all. You Will likely want to open up, and how this will be you can discover watching the other planets around pluto. (Mercury - thru conversations. moon - thru emocional moments....). So by knowing this person on a deep level, you will understand where they came from and why are they like that. You can point it out to them, and they will appreciate it and see this in a new perspective.

Lilith trine/ sextile Pluto in progressed synastry

At this time you and/or your partner Will want to be seen for who you are. You Will want to show this person your true colors. And its a time to be vulnerable and let it flow. You can have insights thru their perspective of yourself.

Lilith opposite Pluto in synastry -

"The pain buddy"

In the opposition, the intensity we see in the conjunction need some alone time. So it has the push and pull dynamic, like 'go away, now stay here, go away i don't know you, come close i see myself on you" kinda vibe. But unlike the conjunction, this dark parts you can see in each other are similar but opposites in some way. So its not the parts you "hide from the world", but the parts of you that you hide from yourself and you don't want do acknowledge. This person will show them to you. So if you don't want to see this in yourself you will likely feel threatened. "Why is this person acting like this?", "Why are they like this?". Use your complementary pain to discover yourself. And remember that this can play out in collective issues as well, like roles in society, feminine x masculine dynamic. The sex is awesome.

Lilith opposite Pluto in progressed synastry

At this time in the relationship this person may have an opposite way to do the same things you does. You have to try to understand that different type of action and remember that its for the same goal. If one of you don't do this, you two can have power struggles at this time. Lots of sexual chemistry.

Lilith square Pluto in synastry -

"i wouldn't, but i will"

The sexual chemistry here is out of charts because there's lots of tension and passion between you and this person. Sex is likely to be at the forefront If this is a romantic relationship. If it's not, the tension can play out as love/hate feelings, but always intrested in each other. This person can easily rob you in the wrong way, so It can be some repulsion feelings but the magnetism is high. So you can be fascinated to your own fascination with this person that you see as so diferent from you. So, unlike the other aspects that can be smoother, you can feel like "i see this person and i have something in common, but they do it in a way that i would never do". So in the negative, you can resent each other for it, or resent yourself for thinking this and still wanting to be with this person, because here, the shadows can be exposed in a way you don't like it. It is hard enough them being exposed in a smoother way...right? So you can imagine...How hard it must be if you are not ready to face some parts of yourself. Don't forget that you can use this for your own growth, which is likely why you feel such a strong pull to this situation. But every person is diferent, and you have to see that this person wants a good outcome like you do.

Lilith square Pluto in progressed synastry

You will be trigger, or trigger this person at this time. Make sure this moments are for better growth of your relationship and yourselves. Think about your actions and words and if they could hurt the other person, but in the square you can actually say those things thinking you are not doing in such a way, but what you said was exactly what would really trigger them. It's crazy! At the negative, It can be a vicious cycle time, like you say something they are triggered, but you didn't mean that, they will feel bad and "pay you back", só you do the same....But you can heal each other a lot during this time and make your relationship stronger If you can see that pattern and then this time will force the two of you to know your differences and how to manage that in the future.

[astrosirensblog]

Sirenas astrology observations part

8

• Aquarius suns often feel entitled to hurt other peoples feelings and it’s hard to confront them because they think what they’re doing is okay since it’s “the truth”

• 1st house Lillith people often attract fake female friends or even befriend their own haters when their young. Many times their friends tried to humble them and make them feel like they’re not special or even good enough for anything. But they also get copied by these “friends” lmao

• 1st house saturn people often get called “mommy” or “daddy” but not even in a sexual way. People admire them so much that they even want to be their children at this point haha

• In astrology we don’t say opposites attract, we say someone with heavy mars placements needs someone with heavy venus placements and the same goes for saturn and Jupiter placements. Libras and Scorpios get along so well and don’t even get me started on leo and taurus. Their egos CLASH but they still adore each other especially the leo person cannot get over the Taurus person. And Aquarius gets along with Sag so well, they both love each others humor and humanitarian side. Besides that Capricorn also loves Sag because they’re funny and not only book smart but also street smart

• Having intense synastry with someone who is attracted to the opposite gender is not fun. Being friends with someone with lots of 8th, 7th and 12th house synastry can go wrong really bad and really easily. I realized especially with females this can turn to jealousy and competition real fast

• People with hard aspects to their Neptune get idealized and projected on a lot. Only be around people who uplift you and accept you as the person you are

• Venus conjunct ascendant is called “pretty privilege” these people just know that they’re good looking and you don’t even dare to deny what they’re saying (song jia from singles inferno has this placement)

• Fixed signs and cardinal signs are both equally stubborn but the difference is, fixed signs are stubborn because of principles and morals. Cardinal signs often have a emotional reason

• people with many aries placements are such care takers. The type to make you tea and soup when you get sick and scold you for not wearing a jacket lmao

• 1st house venus people can literally make everyone fall in love with them. They aren’t even your type but you still feel some type of way when you look at them

• 2nd house saturns are such late bloomers in almost every aspect of their life (I’m one ha ha….🥲)

• You want to have a big family? Be with someone who has 5th house synastry with you (especially mars)

• You know the types of people who are extremely hot but also so cute appearance wise? Venus sextile Mars babe

• Mercury conjunct Venus people know how to flirt and they also like sweet talking A LOT they also aren’t the type to use many swear words or vulgar language

[nick-writes-stuff]

Coming Home (Beel x gn!reader)

!!warnings!!: disordered eating (restricting) is discussed a fair amount since it's Beel!, use of MC, passing mention of talking with a mouth full (not in depth at all)

a/n: PART TWO IS HERE! I know I mentioned Mammon in the first part but my brain had an idea for Beel that I just had to jump on. I'm also happy to say that I now have an idea for Levi, Barbatos, and Diavolo as well as Lucifer and Mammon. Belphie and Asmo are just taking me some time to think of.

When you and Solomon had finally figured out how you could return to your original point in time, you were obviously ecstatic. Sure, you were still living with the brothers in the past, but the brothers in your timeline were just inherently different people than they were when they first became demons. You needed to get back to them as soon as you could because you needed them to know you were okay. More importantly to you, you needed to make sure they were okay.

You knew Beel would be distraught over your absence. The two of you had grown so close in your time in the devildom. You had routines of making breakfast, meeting up for lunch in RAD, and going out for dinner every Saturday to Hell's Kitchen. You couldn't imagine how he would have dealt with your absence without tearing up.

You couldn't believe how unfair the universe was to his poor soul. So many important people in his life were ripped away from him. Lillith was killed, Belphie was trapped in the attic, you were killed momentarily, and now you had disappeared without a trace in the middle of the night. It killed you to know that your absence was causing him pain, so once you landed from the portal, you started running to the House of Lamentation as fast as you could.

You didn't know what time it was when you arrived, but as you opened the door to the house, you knew you were interrupting a meal just from the smell wafting from the kitchen. You were happy because not only were you starving, but you knew exactly where Beel would be. You rushed your way into the dining room and scanned the table with utter glee.

While the brothers began to react to your presence, you quickly realized that Beel was not with them. The seat for the sixth-born was left empty, not even with any empty dishes waiting to be filled. You felt your smile fade as you were swarmed by everyone except the youngest, as Belphegor had dozed off at his seat at the table. Where was Beel? Why would he be missing dinner? It even looks like they had made one of his favorites.

You snapped out of your thoughts as Asmo says your name and waves his hand in front of your face. You blinked slightly and met his eyes. You had been so focused on your worries that you hadn't even noticed him talking to you.

"MC, you're okay, right? No injuries to speak of?" Lucifer asked, clearly worried about how you were acting. You felt bad for how you were acting because you knew it would be worrying them, as well as not giving them the joyful reunion they had probably imagined.

You cleared your throat. "Um yeah I'm fine, but where's-"

You were cut off by multiple questions from the other brothers.

Mammon began talking first: "MC how did you get back here?"

"Did you figure out who sent you to the past?" Satan chimed in.

"Does Diavolo know of your return?" Lucifer asked.

You sighed softly before answering in rapid succession: "Solomon made a portal once we broke the curse. No, we didn't. I don't think so." You said, turning to the respective person you were answering.

Lucifer turned on his heel and left without another word, presumably to contact Diavolo and Barbatos. Before Levi could interject to the conversation, you stopped him. "Guys, where's Beel?"

The four older brothers couldn't find their words before a half-alseep Belphegor perked up at his seat. "He's in our room."

"Missing dinner?" You asked. This was clearly a sore subject at the moment.

"Beel hasn't really eaten a meal with us since you vanished." Levi interjected.

"Yeah, he's been more reclusive than Levi, and that's saying something." Mammon joked, lightly elbowing Levi to his embarrassment.

You seemed shocked at the revelation, clearly trying to put the pieces together. Belphie yawned before chiming in: "He hasn't had an appetite since you left. He's barely been eating enough to sustain himself."

You nodded slightly while processing the information. Before you said anything, you hurried off into the kitchen. You opened what you remembered to be the cabinet with the plates to be met with pantry items. Of course they had changed the organization of the kitchen since the time you had been living in. You opened up several cabinets before finding the plates. You came back into the dining room and began dishing food onto the plate.

"Are ya that hungry that you-" Mammon started.

"It's not for me." You looked up as you finished the plate. The brothers seemed confused. You chuckled while grabbing a dinner roll. "He's gonna be hungry once he knows I'm okay." You said with a light smirk before taking the plate up the stairs.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you approached his door, knowing all of the hardship in the past would be worth it when you saw his face light up. You knocked on the door a few times, rocking on your heels as you waited for him.

After twenty seconds or so, your smile dropped, knocking again with slightly more effort.

"I'm not hungry. Leave me alone." You hear Beel's voice muffled through the door.

You stayed persistent, knocking once again of the wooden door.

"I'm not coming down." He said, louder than before.

You knocked again. You heard rustling as if he was getting up. Soon enough, the door swung open and Beel stood dumbfounded. For a second he thought he was beginning to hallucinate because of the lack of nutrition. He looked you over for a moment without saying anything, almost like he was trying to determine if it was really you.

You gave him a playful smile. "Your brothers told me you might be hungry." You quipped. You held the plate of food up, drawing his attention to it. Once he saw it, you could hear his stomach growl.

He grabbed the plate from you, setting it on his desk and grabbing the roll. He rushed back over to you and threw his arms around you. He stuffed the dinner roll into his mouth before squeezing you tighter. Not enough to hurt you, of course. He was always mindful of his strength, but from the lack of proper nutrition recently, he was definitely weaker than usual.

You reciprocated the hug, taking a deep breath as you tried not to cry. Happy tears of course. You missed him so much. Sure, he was still there in the past, but it wasn't your Beel.

"I missed you so much." You said quietly into his shoulder.

He answered with an unintelligible sound that you quickly realized was likely him answering you with his mouth full. You laughed through your tears before he pulled away from you.

He had finished the roll before speaking again. "Are you okay? When did you get back?"

You nodded. "I'm fine, don't worry. I just got back maybe 10 minutes ago. I ran over as fast as I could." You said as you watched him return to the plate of food you had retrieved for him.

"You know, we were worried sick..." He begins, trailing off as he started eating the fries on the plate.

While you were glad he was finally feeling better and willing to eat, it killed you to know that he had been hurting so much. "I know. I'm sorry." You said with a frown.

Beel sat the empty plate back on the desk. You didn't want to know how he managed to eat it so fast. He turned and looked at you, clearly puzzled. "Why are you sorry?"

You shrugged slightly. "I just feel bad because I know you guys were probably really worried."

He reached over and touched your shoulder lightly. "Hey you didn't choose to get kidnapped and sent back in time right?" He asked.

You seemed confused at his question. "Hell no. Of course not."

He smiled slightly, "Then don't feel bad. It wasn't your fault."

You met his eyes with tears threatening to spill from yours. He pulled you into another hug, and you held onto him tightly.

You stayed like that for a moment until he pulled away. He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. You then heard his stomach growl once again. You smiled slightly as he seemed to get somewhat embarrassed.

"How would you feel about going to eat at Hell's Kitchen with me?" He asked.

"Your brothers made dinner already though." You said.

He jokingly looked offended. "Wow, you don't want to have some alone time with me?" He said with a smirk.

Your smile fell slightly. "Okay I didn't consider that aspect of the deal. After careful reconsideration, I would be delighted to join you."

He chuckled softly at your phrasing, breaking out into full on laughter as you said "I don't know how well your brothers will appreciate that though."

He seemed to consider it for a moment. "I'm sure it'll be fine." He said. He reached out his hand, and you intertwined your fingers before leaving his room.