#they have their stumbles and falls but like.. Charlie telling him he loves him back within moments that first time

[purposefully-lost]

Charlie loves Vi,,, so much,,,,

[deadghosy]

"You...love me? HAHAHAHHA! You must be out of your sick, pretty little head..."

"You're my angel."

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X READER

LUCIFER IS CHECKING his phone as he had messaged you about something important. It's been a while since he seen you after you left with Charlie.

The King of hell himself keeps lifting his phone and putting it down acting as if he isn't desperate to see his favorite person. I mean of course his daughter is like his other half, but no one is his best other half than his first servant who never knew how important they are to the big boss of hell himself.

The king of hell himself is totally not obsessed over you, and totally not protective of you….

god he so is as he wants to hold you again his arms…..

Lucifer fiddles with a duck by him that seems to resemble you with your natural smile and black accessories. "Cmon cmon cmon" Lucifer says as he eyes the phone for any response. Minutes must have passed as he gets off his chair and start to pace back and forth.

"Okay okay..calm downnn Lucifer, you're the man. You can handle a little reunion with them." He says to himself as he grips his hat. He kept pacing not noticing you coming out of the shadows of a corner.

You literally just woke up to see it was an "emergency" on your phone and got ready quickly. You didn't mean wake up to see the king pacing back and forth talking to himself.

"Uuuh how do I start a conversation again...Okay, ask them how the weather is. Or maybe ask them how their day is...." he says as he slumps in defeat . "Ugh this is useless!"

He grabs his phone and looks at it like a rejected puppy as he was about to call you only to hear a voice.

"Sir?"

Lucifer jumps, almost dropping his phone and turns to you quickly with whiplash as he smiles. "My angelll!" He says teleporting over to you and hug you while spinning you around. You looked confused as you were  sure an emergency would make someone not so smiley. Or excited.

"Sir what is the emergency. Are you going to a meeting you don't want to go?" You said asking as you turn into vapor moving out of his hug.

Lucifer falls on his face after you got out of his arms. He picked himself up with a derpy smile as he dust himself off, he looks at you as you are ready for his command as he awkwardly smiles at you.

"Actually there is no emergency..." he said putting his hands together looking at you.

There was silence as you both stare at each other. His derpy expression and your blank one as you looked at your watch.

"...okay bye."

"WAIT NO!" He yells grabbing onto your legs as you stumbled.

"Then sir what is it? Just tell me the truth please." You say at the man below you having puppy eyes as he gets up clearing his throat.

"Almost lost my cool there." He thought as he dust himself again. "I want you..to hang out with me!" Lucifer says smiling with his hands out doing Jazz hands with fireworks.

He did that on purpose to see if it convinced you or not. He knows you can't resist his beautiful fireworks.

"....."

"...."

You sigh as you rub your eyes, he really hasn't changed ever since you left.

"Fine Luci, I'll hang out with you. Just let me notify Charlie that I'm with you."

Lucifer nodded excitedly with a hint of pink to his cheeks after you called him "Luci". As you turned around to call Charlie as Lucifer was pumping the air excited and jumping as he dances with your duck doubleganger.

Charlie had said that it was fine as long as you two have fun. You nodded hanging up as you turn to see Lucifer standing still trying to act as if he didn't do an excited dance.

"She said yeah, so I guess we can hang out. What you want to do sir." Lucifer just stand there before it clicked in his head that his plan worked.

"Oh! Uhm..shit! Welllll we could go shopping." He says pulling out a golden credit card as he waves it between his fingers with a toothy smile.

You hum nodding with a smile, "Doesn't seem like a bad start Lucifer. Not bad indeed."

Lucifer smiles smug at your praise as he holds out his hand to grab yours. You put your hand on his as a gold wave comes over you both teleporting the two demons to the shopping area of the pride ring.

—

YOU MUST ADMIT, this was amazing as you almost spent 500k.

Lucifer didn't think you would be spending so much money as he was behind you holding shopping bags. As much as he hates to say it, you have a shopping addiction. But that's what he loves about you. He love that he can buy you things you want without a care in hell.

After you two exited out of the clothing shop, you spotted a bakery. Lucifer was holding your hand while walking, so when you stopped, he stopped and turn to see what you were looking at.

"You want that my love?" He asked looking at your face which showed hunger for sweets. Hell you didn't even care if you heard him call you a nickname, the only thing in your mind was the bakery and what was displayed what seemed to be a [favorite flavor] cake.

You nodded drooling as Lucifer chuckled as he brings you over there with a soft smile. You both entered to be kinda surrounded by demons who either fangirl over Lucifer or was just shock to see the king of hell to be with someone who doesn't even look powerful.

Lucifer wasn't great with the people around so you made shadow bodyguards as they push the demons away while you two order the cake. Lucifer chuckled under his breath as he watches your mouth drool taking the pastry bag with a huge smile. It wasn't expensive but it was worth it.

While you sat at the bench eating the cake with a huge smile and some cake frosting smudge on your face, Lucifer was doing his own thing as he sweats looking at two pair of rings.

One of the pair was duck theme matching rings, while the other had your first letter of your name and the same for Lucifer. So he got two as he sigh, he just couldn't pick only one. So he put the duck theme on his fingers as he smiles at the one that would fit your ring finger.

He smiles at the thought of you wearing the ring he brought for you as he blushes with a soft puppy expression....

—

AS YOU FINISH your desert, Lucifer poofs next you with an apple scent and red smoke. Lucifer had a proud smile as he sits next to you and lift your hand.

You raised brow as he puts the duck theme ring on your finger as he shows you with a happy smile he also had one. You must admit it was cute as you put your hand in-front of your face checking the ring. Your silence while checking the ring was making him nervous as he had thoughts.

"Oh no..do they not like it. Damnit! I should've know to put on the golden one with our initials!" He thought as he also thought about you rejecting him harshly.

"You...love me? HAHAHAHHA! You must be out of your sick, pretty little head..." Fantasy you said as you smirk smugly, tossing the ring At Lucifer's face as Lucifer looks defeated.

Your voice snapped Lucifer backed into reality as you smile happily, "Yo, this is so cute Luci!" You said looking at him as he chuckles pulling his collar off his neck a bit. He was relief you liked the ring gift, he looked at your hand and liked how cute you looked.

"Hahah...well I'm glad you like the gift my angel!" He said cheesing his sharp teeth towards you as he grips your hand into his. There was a calming silence between you two as demons walked past.

Lucifer cleared his throat looking away from you but still gripping your hand, "Sooo...what else you wanna do?" He asked looking down nervously.

"Well, it seems we still have time. I guess we could lunch since we mostly just shopped." You said looking at your watch.

Lucifer smiled, "Can it be at my home, I don't think I can handle too much attention." He asked you chuckling as you nodded. You don't mind not being part of the public eye.

The king himself smiles as he poofs out his apple cane and taps the ground as gold waves around the two of you. The shopping bags and you both are now in his palace as he smiles.

"Welcome home dear." He says kissing your hand.

You only chuckled not taking it in an imitate way but a friendly way. But you still felt flustered as he stares into your eyes, it was like he was hypnotized by them as his eyes dilated like a cat. You could've sworn you heard a purr as he smiles lovingly at you until you pointed at the way of the kitchen.

As much as you haven't been here for a long time, you still remember where things were. "Luci, we should get ready for lunch." You says softly towards him as you pick his chin up to face you as he purrs at you with a soft pink tone to his cheeks.

You stare with a raised brow, "Lucifer?" That seemed to snap him out as he just stand there embarrassed of his drunk love for you as he just nods and walk without saying a word.

As you watch him leave, he bumps into a wall before chuckling turning around and doing finger guns at you as he quickly fixed his mistake and run to the kitchen to make lunch.

You chuckle behind your hand as you look at the duck ring, "That dork..." you said quietly to yourself as you let your two pair wings out.

—

A WHIFF OF APPLE hits your nose as you are wearing one the outfits you bought from Luci's card. Apparently he painted the card gold as it was originally black as he didn't like colors that were plain like that. When you were alive a black card meant you were the most wealthiest person alive. So you could've guessed that why the card never ran out after you almost bought 500k of stuff.

You walk elegantly to the kitchen where you suppose the king of hell is at. As you walk, the scent of apple and cinnamon hits your nose hard as your stomach growled. Turning a sharp left to the kitchen to see Lucifer out of his white coat as he smiles at you coming into the kitchen.

"Ah, finally took your time getting ready for lunch Y/N!" He says cupping his hands together with a small smile with his sharp teeth. He got up and pulled the chair for you to sit.

He really wanted you to see him being a gentleman as you sat on the chair. He pushes the chair to the table for your liking and sat across of you.

"Soo...it's been a while so I made an Apple cinnamon pie..haha. I hope you like it my angel." He says as a pie suddenly appears in front of you on a nice plate with red markings. You smiled grabbing a fork and eating it. Lucifer also had a piece as he eats, he was hoping you liked the pie as he actually had to look for a recipe instead of burning the kitchen.

Your eyes sparkled with a smile, “Holy shit! This is the best pie I had Luci…goddamn!” You smile wildly at the taste of the pie, it seemed to satisfy your hunger for the sweet lunch meal as Lucifer smiles at your smile as he eats his own pie.

“I’m glad you love it dear. Made it special for you, since I love you and all that.” He said catching you off guard.

“What?”

“What.”

Now Lucifer blush wildly catching what he said, he cleared his throat. “You know, like a dear friend! Hahaha! I so absolutely love you dearly old friend!” He was sweating bullets with an awkward smile as you stare confused but pushed it off as you smiled

“Sure, I love you too dear friend.” You said back as you start to finish eating. As you two talk, Lucifer ranted about how he sucks trying to talk to his daughter based on his depression and loneliness after his wife left him. You nodded as you remembered how Lucifer made you sleep in his room after Lilith left. He was so lonely and had some slight anxiety panic attacks about you leaving as well.

Before you two noticed, it was time for you to go back to the hotel as your hell phone rang at the contact name.

❤️CHARLIE CALL INCOMING❤️

>decline >accept

You picked up the phone as Lucifer grabbed your plate with a hum as he went to put the plates up. You accepted the call as it is your duty to protect the royal family, you heard Charlie asking when you are coming back to the hotel as you could have sworn you heard a pout in her tone.

You chuckled as you look at Lucifer cleaning the plates who is obviously happy to have you next to him. You wanted to leave but you actually had fun with the majesty of hell himself.

“Hold on Char.” You said pulling the phone from your ear as you look at Lucifer.

“Your daughter says it’s time for me to go back the hotel Lucifer.” You say getting up, dusting off your (color palette) clothes.

You couldn’t see his face but his face had a pout as he places the plates down, drying his hands as he sighs. He turns to look at you patiently waiting for his words, but no words came out as he wrap his arms around your waist. His head in your neck as he smelt your signature scent from your body. You could smell his scent was apple with hint of vanilla.

You thought Lucifer was sad that you had to go, and you were right as he hold you tighter to his body. “Don’t leave me…please..” he says softly as his breath hits your neck making you shudder confused at this feeling.

“Uh Hello!”

The two powerful demons jolted from each other not realizing the princess of hell was still on the phone. You quickly put the phone to your ear as you gave her an answer.

“Sorry Char, your dad really needs me. But I can come first thing in the morning. Don’t worry!” You say smiling as Lucifer was doing his happy dance in his head. Charlie sighs sadly but you reassured her that you would be there as fast as you could. She agrees finally and hangs up, next thing you know you are hugged again by Lucifer.

He has his hands on your hips as he smiles nuzzling his face in your neck. You chuckle at his weird gesture as he yawns.

Guess it was time to sleep.

—

LUCIFER WAS IN DUCK PJS, while for you were in the bathroom as you looked at this robe he brought without you knowing. If was giving cunty wife vibes as the robe was slick in your favorite color but lighter. Your eyes sparkled putting it on as it felt beautiful on you.

Lucifer was waiting on you as he held his breath waiting to see you in the robe as he heard the bathroom door open. He could’ve sworn stars and a glowing vibe came off your natural beauty as you walked out looking fantastic. He blushes like a wild fire as you smile at him.

“Does this suit me?” You said softly like baby lullaby.

He nods as he starts to purr at the sigh of you, his drink love coming back as he has a loving smile on his face as he looks at you walking to the bed. For you, it’s been a while since you slept in the same bed with him. So you kinda felt nervous, but that feeling went gone as he immediately pounced on you.

He was holding you closely as he nuzzles under your chin, it’s funny how the most powerful being in hell is acting so soft for you. But he didn’t care as he had his eyes half-lidded looking up at you as he stares into your eyes. He slowly moved his arms around your waist as you blush at his movement, he bite his lip but stop as he puts you ontop of him.

“Luci?..” you said weary but he only stared at you as you stare back into his half lidded eyes. “Please…just don’t leave me again..” he says softly as he pulls you close to his chest making you hear his heart beat.

You nodded as a smile grew on your face slowly at this moment. He rubs your back slowly making you tired, your eyes fluttered as you get knocked out seconds later. Lucifer stares at your face and kisses your head with a small gentle smile.

“You’re my angel.”

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The Neighbour's Cat | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: from @rainydayteacups

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff overload. Soft Tommy. I guess you could say pre-war Tommy but I didn’t really mention it.

Word Count: 1,564

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“Did you hear that?” Ada asks after a loud thud came from out in the backyard.   

“It might be the neighbour's cat,” Y/N replies. The grey tabby is often in her small backyard, making himself comfortable in one of her flowerpots as he slept. She no longer had flowers growing in the one he took a liking too. “He often comes into the yard.”  

She goes to pour herself another glass of the wine that Polly had swiped from the Garrison when she sees movement outside the window. Recognising the familiar hair cut she stands up from the table. "I'll be right back. I need to make sure the cat hasn't gotten into anything it shouldn't have."  

"But it's dark outside, what could it possibly get into?" Ada whines, lifting her glass to her lips.  

"You'd be surprised," Y/N mumbles and makes her way to the back door and slips outside, looking into the darkness of the night for a person sneaking around the back of her home. "Tommy?" she whispers loudly unsure if it was him, she'd seen.   

As Tommy moves in front of her, a hand clasped gently over her mouth as he holds a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet.   

"Come with me," he speaks barely above a whisper, the hand covering her mouth moving to take her hand in his and leads her away from the back yard and into the street.  

“Tommy, I can’t just leave,” she protests but makes no real effort to break away from him and go back inside. “Where are the others?”  

“Back at the Garrison,” he informs her. “And who says we can’t sneak off to spend the night before our wedding together?” 

“It’s tradition,” she sighs knowing the women currently in her kitchen will have her head once they realize she’s disappeared.  

“Fuck tradition,” he scoffs as he slows his walk now that their getting further from the house. “Since when have we been ones to follow tradition, eh?” 

“I guess you have a point,” she smiles. 

“We’ll start our own tradition,” he announces, his voice echoing through the empty street as he walks ahead of her lighting his cigarette and turning to face her while walking backwards. “Our future generations will spend the eve of their wedding together instead of apart because we did it first.” 

Not realizing he’s about to step off the curb, he stumbles backwards causing Y/N to gasp as scrambles forward to try stop him from falling. He steadies himself before he can topple backwards. “I’m fine, love.” 

She shakes her head with a chuckle as his hands reach for her hips and pulls her closer. “So, what do you say?” 

“I say, I’m the luckiest woman in all of England, maybe even the whole world,” she smiles. “Let’s make our own traditions.” 

He smiles, kissing her, before taking her hand again and leading her further from her home. 

Arriving at Charlie’s Yard, Tommy helps her through the gate and towards the stables. Y/N looks around apprehensively, unsure if they should be there. It's been a long time since they snuck into the yard of the man who's like an uncle to the Shelby siblings. Last time they did it, they'd been caught. Charlie had almost fired Tommy from his job as punishment, but Tommy promised never to do it again. Until now.  

"Tom, are we allowed to be here?" she questions him, even though she has a feeling she already knows the answer as they walk into the makeshift stable.  

"I cleared it with Charlie," he informs her, surprising her a little. 

"But Charlie's at the Garrison with the rest of the blokes," she says, realization hitting her. "He was in on this plan of yours." 

"He tried to talk me out of it," he tells her.  

"But of course, Tommy Shelby gets his way," she teases. 

"I convinced you to marry me, didn't I?" he asks, a smug smile on his pouted lips.  

"It didn't take much convincing," she smiles.  

"We first met here," he reminds her. "You were tending to one of the horses Curly was working with." 

"Moonlight," she smiles remembering the day well.  

She came to Birmingham two years ago to visit her cousin, Curly, and look for work, having been fired from her last job for no good reason. Curly talked to Charlie about hiring her, claiming he needed a hand with the horses. Charlie hired her after Curly gave him his word about Y/N being a hard worker and almost as good with horses as he was.  

She was three days into her job when she crossed paths with Tommy. She was grooming Moonlight, a black stallion with a diamond shaped patch of white on his forehead. Moonlight just so happened to be one of the horses Tommy saved from a man who was about to put the beautiful boy down, because he was sick, and he couldn't afford to get him well again. Curly had nursed him back to health within a few weeks. Y/N had bonded with him so much that Tommy couldn't bring himself to find him a new home, instead keeping him as a gift for the woman he had fallen so quickly in love with. 

Those few weeks curly was nursing Moonlight back to health, Tommy spent pursuing Y/N, unable to get her from his mind. It took a month before she gave in to his advances and they've been together ever since. And Moonlight is now in a stable on a farm a friend owns, living his life to the fullest. Y/N is out there almost daily attending to him and taking him for rides. Tommy can't wait for the day when he can move Moonlight into their own stables, on property they owned, with as many horses as his wife wants. 

"The first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you in my life," he tells her. "You looked so beautiful, covered in dirt and grime, humming that tune as you ran a brush through Moonlight's mane. He seemed so calm and at peace that I felt it within myself."  

"Oh, Tommy," she coos softly, feeling her heart erupt with all the love she has for him. The fluttering feeling like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was inside her chest. She steps towards him, placing her hand on his face as she looks at him lovingly, her thumb stroking his well-defined cheek.  

"I've felt it ever since that moment," he says, his voice softer. "You bring peace to my chaotic life. It's one of the many reasons why I love you." 

"I love you," is all she's able to say before she pulls him in for passionate kiss, expressing all the love she has for the man who turned her life upside down in the best kind of way.  

Y/N startles awake the next morning when a loud noise comes from outside. Placing her hand on Tommy's bare shoulder, she gently shakes him awake, hearing the rattling of gates being opened.  

"Tommy, we need to leave," she tells him barely above a whisper. 

Groaning, his eyes flutter open and connect with Y/N's eyes. He smiles and reaches behind her head to pull her in for a morning kiss. His other hand travels up her thigh, plays with the hem of his shirt she's wearing before slipping under it to grab her hip to pull her closer.  

"Enough of that you two," The sound of Charlie's voice causes them to part. "You best get out of here before they send a search party. Can't be late to your own wedding." 

He walks away before they could say anything. Standing up, Y/N quickly dresses into her clothes from the previous day as Tommy takes back his shirt and coat.  

"I'll walk you home," he tells her as they leave the stable. They thank Charlie who waves them off with a shake of his head and tells them he'll see them at the ceremony. Hurrying home, Y/N holds onto Tommy's hand tightly, bracing herself for the lecture she's about to encounter.  

Standing on her front doorstep, she turns to face Tommy with a small smile on her lips. "I'm about to get my head bitten off by your aunt and our sisters but last night is worth every second of it."  

"I agree, my love," he smiles also. "I liked that tradition far better." 

"This coming from the man that said a fuck you to traditions," she teases.  

"To traditions that aren't ours," he corrects her.  

"You better get going before Polly sees you," she chuckles and pulls him in for one more kiss before they become man and wife. "I love you." 

"I love you too," he says pulling away from her and stepping back on to the footpath. "Don't be late," he tells her. 

"I'll be the one in white just in case you can't find me," she laughs. 

"I'll always be able to find you," he smiles and turns around, starting his walk to Arthur's house.  

As soon as she opens the door and heads inside, she gulps seeing Polly standing there with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. "And where the hell have you been?" 

"The neighbor's cat needed to see me," she replies slipping past her to go to the bathroom. 

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♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twelve ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twelve Warnings: profanity Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Twelve]

You set your phone down on the counter as someone pounded hard on your front door. You flinched, immediately recognising the knocks.

You opened it, standing in the doorway and blocking the entrance before smiling thinly. “Adam. Lute. To what do I owe this displeasure?”

Adam arched an eyebrow. “Well someone’s gotten cocky,” he sneered, trying to brush past you. You put your foot in the way, making him stop and whirl around.

“The fuck’s your problem?” Lute snapped, storming forward. “Let us in.”

“Back off. You’re not coming inside until you tell me what you want.” You put your hand on her chest, pushing her back. She blanched, and looked at Adam helplessly.

Adam’s expression darkened as he leaned in to whisper. “Are you forgetting what I know?”

You bunched up his collar in your fist, dragging him in even closer. “There’s still one month left before I decide. You tell, I fall, and you’ll never fucking marry me.” You released him and he stumbled back a little, face hard, but you could tell you had frazzled him as you stood aside to let them in.

“Go in, then,” you said flatly. They both flashed triumphant smiles at you.

“Where’re the hellspawn?”

“Why?”

“We just wanna talk to them,” Adam said, smiling innocently as if he hadn’t been threatening you five seconds ago. His lips moved, mouthing more threats as if he had no shame in blackmailing someone.

“Upstairs,” you said reluctantly, then jabbed a finger in his direction. “And if you lay a hand on them…”

“Pinky promise,” came the reply, thrown over his shoulder as he sauntered up the stairs. Lute glanced back at you, her frown deepening.

You sat down at the kitchen counter, an internal debate raging within you. A letter lay on your right, next to your elbow. You wondered if you should have asked Charlie to deliver it to Lucifer for you, or not.

You sighed, shutting it away in a drawer.

♱♱♱

It had been hours since Charlie and Vaggie had left, shortly after Lute and Adam had stormed out. You’d waved them off, wishing them good luck. As you shook Charlie’s hand, your hand clamped around hers, pulling her in to whisper.

“Between you and me, love,” you muttered. “You’re more than just right in this.” You hesitated. “Tell Lu…” you mumbled the rest of the sentence, trailing off into a volume barely audible as you chickened out. She blinked at you, befuddled, before her lips stretched into another smile as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank’s, [name],” she said. Vaggie nodded approvingly from behind her, before they both turned around and left.

You watched them fade into the distance, before stumbling back inside. You took the letter out of the drawer and crumpled it up, throwing it in the bin. You felt like you were about to throw up.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

♱♱♱

“Emily? How was the trial?”

You blinked down at the seraph, who gazed up at you solemnly. You could tell there were angry tears behind her eyes, threatening to spill out. “Tell me you didn’t know,” she said, voice trembling. You took her hand, pulling her inside and setting her at the couch.

“Didn’t know what?” You asked, gently and cautiously. At the same time, the door swung open again, and Adam barged in.

“Sugar tits, we fuckin’ won,” he cackled, grabbing your wrist. “I kicked those cunts back downstairs where they belong-“ he paused, eyes sliding over to Emily.

You gulped.

Emily stood up, hands bunched up into fists. “You did, didn’t you,” she hissed. You let out a small breath.

“Emily, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s talking about the exterminations,” Adam rolled his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulder with a hand on his hip as he stared Emily down. You stiffened, looking at him as if to say ‘what the hell did you do?’ But refrained yourself from saying anything aloud.

She blanched at the look on your face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” She stretched her arms out wide, and her wings stretched with her. Your heart sank.

“No one is supposed to know about the exterminations except for the exorcists,” you said calmly as you could, despite a slight shake in your voice as you straightened up and pulled your shoulders back.

“You know, and you’re not an exorcist,” she retorted, eyes accusing. You stepped back.

“[name]’s special,” Adam sneered, looking at you. You couldn’t meet his stare.

“It’s for the greater good. Are you really questioning Sera’s judgment?”

Emily’s shoulders sank. “You don’t believe that,” she said, as if she was trying to convince herself instead of simply making a statement. You gulped.

Did you agree with the exterminations? You had never really thought about it. But if they hadn’t existed you never would have met-

“Emily, I don’t like them either,” you said, leaning forward and gripping her shoulders, desperation oozing from your like an aura. “But Heaven needs to keep the pure- the good souls, safe from the bad.” You felt a stab at your heart even as you said it, because saying those words made you feel like you were betraying Charlie and Vaggie, but you pressed on. “Emily, no one enjoys the exterminations.”

Adam scoffed from behind you, stalking forward and yanking you back. “Oh please, sugar tits.” He looked hard at Emily. “The exorcists love the extermination. It’s the perfect form of entertainment!” His eyes and grin widened, and you flinched away as his gaze snapped back to you again. “And don’t pretend like you’re against them, sugar. You wouldn’t have met your demon boyfriend if it weren’t for them.” His tone was lined with hurt, as if getting with Lucifer was the biggest betrayal you could have done to him.

And, you realized, in a way, it was.

“What?” Emily said, wondering if she had heard him right. You could feel your face heat up, your golden blood turning to fire in your veins.

“I said,” Adam clarified, “if it wasn’t for the exterminations, she’d be bored as fuck here.” Emily frowned, but you could tell she believed him. “What’d you think I said?” He didn’t wait for an answer, turning back to you. “Don’t act like you threw yourself at the chance to come along with us down to Hell.”

You chewed your lip furiously, mind racing. “Don’t you dare throw me under the bus.”

“Why fuckin’ shouldn’t I?” He hissed, eyes glittering darkly. You could sense the meaning underneath, cutting you like a double edged sword.

“You know what?” You said, flatly. “You’re just pissy that your dick is so fucking tiny, Like- opposite the size of your fatass ego, which is so big it’s fucking obese, by the way- that you lost three women to a guy who lives in a dimensional oven.” You jabbed your finger at him. “I’d rather date the Devil himself than a fucking cunt like you,” you scoffed. “At least he’d last more than thirty seconds.”

Emily stared at you blankly, amazed, not ever having heard you swear so much, and also by your blatant blasphemy. You pulled back, smoothing down your shirt, satisfied at Adam’s shocked expression. You glanced at her.

“I wouldn't actually,” you reassured her, lying straight through your teeth.

♱♱♱

A/N: first of my double chapter release. Two chapters in one day isn’t that crazy?!.?, turns out my 400th follower was my friend stalking me… they read all my smut. I’m cooked 😁 Coco if ur reading this… get off my blog rn

I’m giving up on the taglist cause it don’t work anymore sorry guys 😔

[rubra-wav]

YES YAY YAY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

There was a post a while a back you did where it was a toriel like reader and you mentioned Lucifer becoming your ‘adopted husband’.

PLEASE WRITE ONE ABOUT THAT - aGOUNG FROM PLATONIC TO ROMANTIC WOULD BE AMAZING (or platonic is just fine but I WOULD LOVE ANY VERSION OF THIS SM)

Fem reader I’d love but also I don’t mind if it’s gn reader just. THE CONCEPT OF HIM BECOMING ADOPTED HUSBAND FO SOMEONE SUPER CARETAKING OR LIKE TORIEL IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA

Lucifer x reader - 'Adopted husband'

<< [ Part 1 ]

A/N Plsssss I'm so happy you were so excited for this to be written anon hsjsjdjsj

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, platonic to romantic, hurt/comfort - fluff ensues after depressing stuff, mutually awkward confession, suggestive type territory at one point

- You handle his daughter behind the counter of the kitchen with such care as you put the finishing touches on the baked goods you are bringing out, all the while animatedly talking about things he doesn't know of or understand.

- You, someone who is not even her parent, is acting all so maternal and close to his daughter.

- The gaping hole in his heart aches at the sight.

- He's filled with jealousy and despair that he allowed his daughter to drift so far away from him that she'd had the time to attach to someone else to fill what assuredly existed to Charlie about him and her mother as well.

- But he can't even bring himself to be angry at you.

- You greet him kindly and oh-so warmly. Unlike Alastor, it's clear that you truly care for his daughter like a parent. There doesn't seem to be a bad intentioned bone in your body about his daughter's attachment to you.

- The whole exchange he feels all too distant. Feels like he's just intruding on you and Charlie - an outsider to his own daughter.

- He says goodbye after a cordial afternoon tea, but as he goes to leave he finds himself stopped by you.

- He's snapped out of his depressing reverie as you looked him in the eyes very seriously, hand gently holding his arm.

- "I want to say, I'm not trying to steal her away from you," you preface before your brow furrows. "From what she's told me, you weren't okay either after Lilith left. You weren't okay for a while."

- Lucifer opens his mouth to speak as a conflicting mixture of embarrassment and feeling truly seen for the first time in thousands of years well up in him, but he stops and goes bright red as you pull him into a tight hug.

- His heart goes crazy in his chest, and he fights but can't stop the way tears well up in his eyes. He crumples against you and rests his head on your shoulder.

- Thank God it was a less popular hallway to travel down where you two had some privacy because crying against the stranger who had become a caretaker to his daughter would be a lot even for him.

- After a couple of seconds, you pull back much to his disappointment and tell him with a sympathetic but also stern expression that you wanted him to play more of a real role in Charlie's life alongside you, and that you'd be willing to help him through what he was dealing with in the process.

- And well, he of course agreed.

- It really did not take long at all for him to fall in love with you. It wasn't a slow process.

- He watched how you bridged the gap between him and Charlie, caring for her like Lilith should have and also caring for him like Lilith should have and was stumbling head over heels almost instantly.

- In the days spent with you, he basked in your platonic care of him, gentle encouragement, validation, and helping him take care of himself better where he'd ignored it.

- In the nights, though, he stayed up at night sleeplessly, heart longing desperately for more with you. Thinking about what it would be like to kiss you, what it would be like to cuddle up to you with no sense of it just being in a friendly way, and above all; if you felt the same way.

- He had it bad, and he was terrified.

- His past history of love didn't exactly end well. He fell head first hard, and then they turned out bad in the end. Left him all alone and beaten down.

- This of course changed, however.

- You had proposed a picnic with him and Charlie in a place that was relatively untouched by hell's disgusting burning flesh stench and pollution in the middle of a field.

- The sun had shone brightly on you as you sat on a red checkered rug, not too hot but not cold either.

- At one point, Charlie ran after a group of butterflies with patterns she had never seen before.

- You two were left alone to leisurely munch on buttery biscuits as playful banter was exchanged.

- You laced your fingers together in your lap as you smiled softly at him. Lucifer animatedly discussed something he was trying to make to help demons become more redeemable to push them towards the hotel.

- You normally would just have listened, nodding along, but something slipped out impulsively instead. "You're so cute."

- Lucifer choked on his words, already rosy cheeks darkening further. "I-" Lucifer stuttered.

- He watched you fumble over your words, mutually embarrassed and shocked at what you had blurted out. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-"

- "I think you are too!" Lucifer exclaimed.

- You felt yourself somewhat awkwardly go quiet. You'd come to admire him as he had you, but you didn't wish to push further just in case it really was just him wanting someone like a spouse.

- "I like you a lot (name). And I uh- I have for a long time. I want you to be closer to you-" Lucifer fumbled over his words, adrenaline making his brain stupid.

- "Would you marry me?" He choked awkwardly, panicking.

- You snickered in disbelief, putting a hand over your mouth to keep from openly laughing.

- "Wait, no- that's not - would you be my actual spouse- wait, uh, that's not right either-" Lucifer was just getting more and more flustered, various iterations of marriage requests tumbling from his mouth like word vomit as he grew more embarrassed.

- It came to an abrupt end, however, as you pressed your lips to his gently, closing the space between you.

- Lucifer's hands flew up to your shoulders as if to tether himself as his mind went fully blank as your lips softly moved against his, prompting his heart rate to absolutely sky-rocket.

- You slowly pulled back from him, noticing that he wasn't reciprocating at all and feared you'd made an error in kissing him.

- Your instinct to apologise was stopped short however, as you noticed he had the most pathetic, lovesick expression on his face possible.

- "Please." He whispered, eyes half lidded and red eyes blown out massively.

- You didn't need a second longer to fulfil that request as you pressed your lips against his with a soft giggle, tumbling backwards onto the picnic rug as his arms wrapped around your shoulders to squeeze you closer to him.

- The kiss was slow and deeply passionate despite how gentle it was.

- Lucifer sighed into your mouth as he attempted to deepen the kiss, tongue running over your bottom lip.

- You didn't reciprocate, however, as you watched Charlie come back from the corner of your eye, looking at you two with absolute beaming glee.

- Your hand moved to grip his arm slightly to try to alert him to stop trying to take it further, but that proved the wrong move as he gasped slightly and his wings quickly unfurled from his back.

- You pushed him off before he could misread your body language anymore, him looking somewhat disappointed, but then let out a shocked "Oh!" As he quickly scrambled up off of you at the sight of his gawking daughter watching.

- You looked at him with an arched brow, somewhat amused at his sudden dilemma.

- Thankfully, Charlie didn't pick up on where the exchange was going for her father.

- "Finally! I've been waiting for so long!" She cried happily, clapping her hands together.

- Lucifer awkwardly recovered, face practically burning in embarrassment as he fought to compose him and bring his wings back into his back with a cough.

- Charlie excitedly exclaimed about how long she'd been waiting for the two of you to finally become not just friends as the both of you went to start packing up the picnic stuff while barely making eye contact outside of stealing shy glances at one-another.

- It was very evident that both of you felt the same about each other, and it really was hard to deny the perfection a relationship would be with Lucifer and yourself.

- You really were like a missing parent to his daughter, and you were like a missing lover to Lucifer - yet so much more than just filling up the place Lilith left.

- You weren't a replacement. You were the one. He was sure of it this time.

- And yeah, sometime down the line, he would marry you.

I was sweating trying not to make Undertale references throughout this (I had to stop myself from pulling a 'it filled him with determination' so bad lmfao)

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Queen Adam AU Part 8)

*the next morning Adam and Lucifer went back to the Sloth Ring to check on Charlie and Vaggie, they noticed that Charlie was even more giddy than usual which was impressive*

Charlie: Vaggie proposed to me, we are getting married.

Adam: Congrats, I am so happy for you.

Charlie: They also said that I should be able to go home today.

*Adam looked over to Lucifer who had big teary eyes and a smile*

Lucifer: My baby girl is getting married, I am so happy.

Adam: You are so sweet.

*before they left, Adam discreetly grabbed a pregnancy test just to be sure, he stumbled back when he saw Leviathan staring right at him*

Leviathan: I will have you again my beautiful monster.

Adam: Fucking stay away from me.

*Leviathan disappeared into the wind as he chuckled, Adam hated the slimy guy, he proved to be even worse than even Mammon, Adam walked over to Lucifer*

Adam: I saw Leviathan, do you think he would strike again.

Lucifer: I don’t know, but we have to be careful. Thank you for telling me.

Adam: It could be much worse if I said nothing, like with the Vees. I also don’t want him to fuck with Charlie’s big day either.

Lucifer: Me either. No one is going to ruin my eldest daughter's big day. They will have to go through me first.

Adam: I'm so happy that she found love.

Lucifer: So am I. It won't be long before our babies grow up and find love.

Adam: Nooo! Let them stay my little babies forever.

Adam cringed, fuck he sounded like Sera.

Adam: I mean, the triplets aren't even 12 yet. Don't age up my babies.

Lucifer chuckled: Okay I won't, I don't want them to grow up too fast either. There is so much to do with the wedding on the way I'm sure Charlie will want to get married within the year.

Adam and Lucifer brought Charlie and Vaggie back to the manor. The women were talking excitedly about what they wanted to do for their wedding and all the details that go into it.

Adam snuck off to the bathroom to pee on the pregnancy test. He was so happy when it came back positive.

-

Leviathan sat on his throne in near complete darkness, the only light being that if the moon that shined in from the grand window pane behind him.

He held a picture of Adam and Lucifer, carefully he tore the photo and discarded the half with Lucifer on it allowing it to fall to the floor. He caressed Adams face in the photo.

This time he will have him longer than half a dinner. This time, he will have him wholly.

Leviathan: Soon my beautiful monster. Soon it will be my bloodline you carry out.

[cakerybakery]

The hotel shook and the screaming and yelling from the penthouse could be heard down in the bar.

Husk poured another couple drinks and pushed bottles that threatened to fall off the shelves in that last shake back against the wall. He took his shot and shook his head. “I feel sorry for the poor bastard Adam’s screaming at.”

“You’re telling me?” Angel laughed, “the worst trick hell’s ever played was giving him that voice. I’m four floors down and I can hear it when king shrimp makes him cum.”

“Yes. It can be quiet, loud.” Alastor’s smile faltered for a moment as he grimaced.

Nifty giggled as she swirled around and around on the stool, “Alastor’s been sleeping in his broadcast-“

“That’s quite enough, my friend.” Alastor interrupted, embarrassed.

She just giggled harder as he spun her seat harder to distract her from talking.

“I’m just glad Charlie and Vaggie are out on a date. Charlie would want to fix things and then Adam would realize I’m down here and I left a mindless clone up there to take his wrath.” Lucifer grabbed the shot Husk poured for him and threw it back.

He really had his doubts about this whole thing with Adam. The man could be insufferable. Rude. Critical. A real fucking bastard towards women and sinners. But fuck if he couldn’t get lost in those golden eyes. When Adam wasn’t using the voice he was cursed with to scream the flesh off people, it was sweet and enchanting. In the dark it whispered sweet nothings into Lucifer’s ear. They shared stories about the loneliness of facing eternity without someone to love or love them back and Lucifer felt the connection of a kindred spirit. He had good points too. Like how Adam liked all the animals he saw, could name every plant in hell, and always seemed to have a candy to hand out to a child.

This was another one of their fights about just that though. Children.

Adam seemed to want a baby so badly. Lucifer wasn’t sure. They had been fight about it everyday for a week as Adam tried to get Lucifer to at least pick a side.

It came out of the blue. Adam started asking about Lucifer’s thoughts and feelings about having a family of their own but he was never happy with the answer.

The screaming died down to a rumble and Lucifer knew Adam had worn himself out from the anger and was now sobbing.

Much safer.

He took his double’s place and wrapped his arms around the sobbing Adam clinging to him. Adam wasn’t normally such crier but their fights always left him in his state.

“I don’t understand, Adam. Why are you so adamant that I need to get on board with having a kid right away? Adoption will take months. We’re not even married and the paperwork-“

“I’m pregnant, you idiot.”

“Alone will take months. And-“

“Lucifer, listen to me.”

“There’s the planning and decorating and I’m not sure I’m ready to get married plus I’d have to get divorced first.”

“Lucifer! You’re not listening to me. I’m pregnant!”

“I am so listening! I hear you. You’re pregnant. I’m trying to talk to you like you wanted about having kids, but I don’t think we’re in a place to adopt a child. I don’t know what that has to do with you being pregnant- Pregnant!?” He stumbled over the word again and froze. Lucifer looked into Adam’s red and puffy eyes. “Oh. OH! You’re but, you’re. And I’m. And. How?!?” He voice kept getting higher and higher until he sounded like he was breathing helium and hyperventilating as he did.

Adam wiped his eyes and rested his head on Lucifer’s shoulder. “I don’t know. I had that check up last week. The doctor was palatating my abdomen, thought it felt off and sent me for an ultrasound. There it was.” Adam barked out an incredulous laugh. “If I hadn’t see the picture, I wouldn’t have believed it either.”

“How. How far? When is? Oh god, this a cruel trick.” Lucifer tipped his head back to glare up at god. “You kept Lilith and I from having a child for how long? And it’s barely been four months with Adam?? The fuck?!? He’s not even a woman! What the fuck?!?”

Lucifer didn’t care in this second that Adam could hear him. He was pissed. God was screwing with him. He’d probably wait until they were so fucking happy that the baby was almost there and try to yank it away. How many of his children are buried on the palace grounds?

Adam had pulled away but Lucifer didn’t notice. He got up to pace the room and fume.

Pulling his knees up to his chin, Adam began to cry again. It only a few angry steps for Lucifer to realize he’d fucked up.

“I’m so sorry, Adam.” Lucifer stumbled over his words. His own tears welling up. “Don’t get attached to it. Okay? It’ll hurt less when God takes it from us. Trust me. I’ve gone through this more times than I can count. You get numb to it eventually. You’ll stop feeling happiness, for a few pregnancies you’ll just feel dread, then you’ll be numb to it and it won’t hurt so bad when god takes them from us.” He wiped at the hot tears running down his cheeks and tried to smile reassuringly.

Adam looked at him in horror. His hand moved to cover his mouth and he pushed himself deep into the cushions but he could utter out, “what makes you so sure I’ll lose the baby?”

“Because I can’t have good things. Charlie, Charlie was a miracle. Maybe god took pity on us for once or was too busy doing something else. But she’s the only one that made it.” Lucifer held out a hand and pulled Adam to his feet. “I’ll show you.”

They teleported to the graveyard. Rows and rows of stones and markers. Each etched with a name and date. How far along Lilith had been.

“I use to plant trees and flowers. But,” Lucifer shrugged, letting the numbness fill him. “Named them up to a point.”

“This one,” Adam stared down at the last one.

“We didn’t know until the miscarriage she was expecting again.”

“It’s dated just before she came to heaven.”

“She couldn’t take it anymore. We did everything we could to prevent her from getting pregnant after the first dozen or so. It hurt too much to keep trying. It never worked.”

Lucifer turned from the graves and went the collection of grave markers he kept. “Did you want to give it a name? Maybe pick a spot out?”

“Jesus Christ, Lucifer. No.” He grabbed Lucifer by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

Enveloped by Adam’s warmth, tears that had stopped flowed freely once more.

“I’m not Lilith. She was cursed, remember? I wasn’t. You weren’t. If something happens then it happens, but we can try again. And it’s not because of a curse by god or heaven. It just is.” Adam squeezed a little harder. “The baby is fine. I’m almost halfway along. It’s a boy. The doctor had only good things to say.”

Lucifer cling to Adam.

One of Adam’s hands found Lucifer’s and pressed it against Adam’s belly. There was a small but strong kick. Lucifer’s heart swelled with something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hope.

[teagballs]

I just read your Dennis fic, and if you were going to write a part 2 would you be able to make it that Dennis doesn’t immediately tell reader he likes her? He just starts acting really weird when she’s around?

Like maybe, Dennis Charlie and Mac are insulting Dee and reader says something like “that it’s not nice” then Dennis goes, “yeah that’s seriously not nice guys.” And everyone’s just confused cause like he was saying mean stuff too.

If it’s to much trouble or if you don’t wanna write this please just ignore this 🧍🧍

"like no one else" | dennis reynolds x reader

read part one here

authors note: ur mind anon UR MIND BROOO. this prompt was amazing and i had to do it but also it took me a month cuz i was busy. OOPS. i hope i did it justice cuz i took it and ran LMAO

requests open as always!! looking to do some charlie kelly stuff, so if u have any ideas for him lmk!!

cw: fem reader, mentions of objectification of women and the D.E.N.N.I.S system ofc, lil smoochie smoo at the end but nothing nsfw, 1.4k words

Dennis stumbled out of the restaurant, abandoning his date and this old life of promiscuity behind, seemingly. He walked down the street, pulling out his phone. He entered your name into his contacts, ready to confess everything. Ready to tell you how much you mean to him. Ready to love you. But then he stopped. His finger hovered over the call button and he thought, "what am I doing?" It was the emotion of the situation that made him act with such heedlessness. He didn't even know if you felt that way about him, if you felt the same deep connection he did. For him, it was a feeling like no other. It felt like you got him in a way no one else did. With understanding and kindness too. But to you? Dennis could just be a good friend to you. And if that was the case, what was the point in risking it all? He took a deep breath, shoving his phone back in his pocket. No, he shouldn't act so incautiously.

In the following weeks, Dennis found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Every action you took, every word you spoke. He found himself obsessing over it. He tried not to come off as creepy - although that was hard, this was Dennis. His still kept his distance as usual, but now with a growing infatuation. He believed he was portraying this neutrality to you well, but this facade was challenged today.

"Y'know what guys, I'm really excited for this date tonight," Dee began to explain as she sat at the bar with Dennis, Charlie, Mac, and you.

"Oh shut up, Dee, nobody cares about your stupid date," Mac barked. Degrading her as usual.

It was water off a duck's back for dee, "You're just jealous I have a date Mac." She rhymed off before taking another swig of her beer.

"How'd you get this one to go out with you, Dee?" Charlie began in defence of Mac, "What'd you do? Steal his dog?"

"What? God no, what the fuck are you talking about?" Dee said.

Dennis didn't involve himself in verbally bullying his sister as he usually would. Usually, he would come in with the worst, most grating jabs. Instead, he silently observed how you scrolled on your phone, occasionally taking a sip of your drink, noticing how your brows furrowed ever so slightly in frustration.

"Even if you do go on this date, Dee, the only way you'll get him to stay is if you steal his phone or something!" Mac snarled.

"Yeah, you stupid bird!" Charlie said, which resulted in loud laughter from the men.

"God, would you just leave her alone, you two? Do you have nothing better to do?" You snapped at them finally. Dennis noticed your frustration and wanting to support and comfort you, he responded;

"Yeah, guys, leave her alone. You're both so sad." Dennis said in his usual 'I'm not wrong about anything ever and you're stupid for being wrong' tone.

Silence. Everyone, including you, turns to face Dennis. Did he just defend Dee? The sister he swore he hated?

"Dennis, what did you just say?" Mac asked cautiously and filled with confusion.

"I said leave Dee alone."

Dennis didn't really care all that much about Dee. Really, all her cared about was proving to you he did. He wanted to be on your side, always. To have your approval.

"Thank you, Dennis," you agreed. Dennis's heart swelled. 'God, what's wrong with me?' he thought. He had never felt this many emotions ever. Never mind for one person.

"That was weird, right? Earlier? When Dennis, like, stood up for Dee?" Charlie asked Mac.

"Oh yeah! For sure! I have no clue why he did that. I mean, just yesterday me, you, Frank, and Dennis were ragging on her for being a failed actress." Mac replied, causing laughter between the pair at the thought of this previous discussion.

"So... what changed?" Charlie puzzled.

"Everyone was there, except.. except for her." Mac hypothesised that when you were there, Dennis avoided talking poorly of Dee.

"But why? What does she change?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to D.E.N.N.I.S her."

"Huh. Doesn't really seem like his usual type." Charlie said.

Dennis was definitely not trying to D.E.N.N.I.S you. He made that distinctly clear in his mind. He wasn't following the steps at all, going out of his way to avoid flirtation with you, actually, to avoid raising suspicions. And the final step, 'separate entirely,' was most certainly one he didn’t want to follow. He wanted to spend forever and ever with you. Why? He didn't understand it himself. He was Dennis Reynolds, the Golden God! How come he was acting so pathetic?

You were starting to notice his weird behaviour. You had known Dennis for years. He was never this.. clingy? Not that you minded, really. You had always thought he was attractive, sure - charismatic too - but his general objectification of woman and lack of interest in a stable and long-term relationship certainly deterred you. Still, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter every time he would talk about the girl he was planning to go out with next. You had grown tougher over the years of knowing him, accepting that he would never change, and he would never see you like that. This new attention from his was definitely appreciated, but strange.

This all came to head a couple of weeks into this behaviour. You and Dennis sat in the bar together on a slow Tuesday. You had been testing him slightly. You were saying things to provoke him - small things. Things that would usually lead to a disagreement or argument or him going on a long Dennis rant. But he didn't budge. He didn’t roar obscenities or call you an idiot or react negatively at all. He would just nod and smile. And then he would agree. You couldn't take it. Was it some cruel joke? To get your hopes up or make you look stupid? You didn't get the punchline.

"Alright, Dennis, what's with you lately."

Dennis freezes. He feared you had picked up on his feelings towards you. He feared this would be the end of it all, and he had ruined it, and you would leave and he would never see you again.

"What do you mean?" Dennis replied. He was lucky he was such a good liar. He played coy well. But you didn't back down.

"You've been acting weird. You just agree with everything I say, and you're hanging around me a lot and like you keep not making fun of Dee when I'm here. You're always looking at me too. Is it some sort of joke I don't get? Are you making fun of me? That's mean."

Dennis felt emotions, oh god. He located that he felt regret and frustration and guilt and guilt and guilt. 'Mean'. He wasn't trying to be mean. She thought it was some sort of joke, but no. This was how he really felt. He really wanted to spend all his time admiring you, he wanted to agree with you on everything, that's all he could think about for the past month. And for once in his life, Dennis was at sea for words.

"I... I didn't..." Dennis attempted. But he couldn't convey his words in a safe manner. In a manner that meant if you didn't feel the same way it would be okay and you could keep being friends.

"I think I'm in love with you." Dennis sighed.

"It was after that date. With that chick. What was her name? Candy? Karen? Doesn't matter." Dennis rambled. "It was then when I realised I never want to be with anyone else, if not you. I don't think anyone had ever understood me the way you have. And I just spiralled after then? I haven't stopped thinking about you." That would be a creepy comment if it wasn't something you had always wanted to hear from him.

It was your turn to be speechless. Instead of saying anything your eyes scanned his face for any indication of falsehood. Nothing. You saw and expression on Dennis's face that you had never seen before. One that could be equated to not knowing the answer. Clueless. Maybe afraid? You open your mouth to speak again but Dennis cuts you off and speaks first. Like he's trying to drown out a negative response. Like covering your ears to block out the sound of a gunshot; the damage would still be done.

Dennis looked at you, waiting for the gunshot.

"Dennis.. I feel the same way. Of course I do, oh my God." You finally say. Your voice is small and hoarse, like you have never used it before. Quickly, before anyone can say anything else, Dennis envelops you in a kiss. A kiss that isn't filled with lust, something Dennis isn't used to. His lips lean into yours in a desperate attempt to convey his gratefulness and love and devotion to you. You grip at his sides. You understand.

[abiiors]

haunt // bed - pt. 2

a note about the banner: the photo in it is only meant to describe the dress, not the race, body type, hair colour, etc of the reader <3

a/n: truly out here manifesting the g and charli wedding with this one

minors dni!! part 1, part 3

wc: 3.3k

matty gently clinks a fork against his champagne flute, demanding the attention of the room. 

you are standing in a corner, leaning against one of the pillars and surveying the room as you casually sip on some champagne yourself. it’s good stuff, bubbly but not too sweet. it fills up your head with fuzzy goodness. enough to make you smile at the insufferable man in the ridiculously nice suit over the rim of your glass. 

“speech!” someone yells at the back of the room and a few weak laughs echo before everyone focuses their attention on the best man.

“george, charli,” he raises the glass at the couple who have their arms around each other, leaning into each other. “six months ago, you asked me if i would write something for the first dance. i was terrified, at first,” he laughs, “of fucking up, naturally. i wanted my best friends to have the perfect wedding that i did.”

you’re suddenly aware of his eyes on you; a kind of soft intensity that’s hard to look away from. his wedding—your wedding—was indeed perfect. you just didn’t think he would still have that opinion. a warmth spreads through your chest; it’s the alcohol, you tell your brain. stop drinking like a fish if you don’t want heartburn by the end of the night. but this warmth is tingly…it lingers too long in your stomach, perhaps in your whole body. 

“i did write something for you,” he continues, looking away after a second, “and i hope you love it as much as i love you.” he smiles and a cheer goes up. 

you straighten in your spot, no longer leaning leisurely against the column. someone brings out an acoustic guitar, making you very aware of the fact that this is the first time in almost a year that you will hear him sing. a small tremor goes through your hands and the liquid sloshes dangerously in the flute. 

someone brings out a stool for him to sit on, and fixes a mic in front of him. people clear the dance floor, making room for the newlyweds. you stay transfixed in your spot; unable to move and desperate to flee. 

what’s worse is that his date is already behind him, running a hand over his arm. she stumbles slightly and it’s not a surprise, you’ve already seen her down two glasses of wine. maybe that’s the key to this evening. 

you look at george and charli on the dancefloor, already swaying softly in each other’s arms before he’s even begun strumming the guitar, completely lost in each other. is this what you and matty had looked like all those years ago? 

your sour mood is not fair to them. this is their day, not yours. you should be honoured that charli’s asked you to be in the wedding party, not sulk in the corner like a seven year old being denied her favourite toy. 

you stare at the champagne, at the bubbles rising up to the surface rapidly. time to suck it up and stop being a little bitch. with a surge of newfound annoyance, you knock the glass back, drinking the entirety of it in one go. you stagger, lightheaded for one solid moment, but it passes and matty strikes the first chord on his guitar. 

his voice is all around you, echoing so clearly that for a second you wonder if it’s just the two of you in the room. his fingers move effortlessly on the frets while his other hand stums away at the strings, slows down to pluck them individually during slower moments and then speeds up again. 

it’s not surprising that he sings of love and happiness. his words are full of emotions and when they fall short, the sweet tune compensates for it. what surprises you is how it makes you well up with tears. 

matty has his eyes closed, smiling softly as he sings the lyrics. “so splash me with water / when we do the dishes together / i’ll take it over kisses in the rain”

one perfect curl falls on his forehead and just like that you’re back in a warm kitchen, past nine in the evening, hands slippery from the dish soap, singing along to the best of queen. matty’s hips bumping into yours as he gets too immersed into a song and forgets to rinse the plate properly. you reaching up to immediately flick him on the wrist. him tickling you as revenge, wet hands leaving damp spots on your old t-shirt. 

there were happy days. in your heart, you knew it wasn’t all lonely nights and a cold bed. 

his voice is replaced by loud claps and cheers as soon as the song ends. you open your eyes to a room full of people in some state of tearing up. charli has her head on george’s chest, blissfully unaware of the others. you’re glad the tears running down your face are not out of place. 

“matty, that was wonderful!” his date chimes in loudly, breaking the spell. 

this is the first time you’re hearing her voice. it’s high-pitched and american so when she says his name, it sounds more like ‘maddie’. and you’re once again fighting a losing battle with your brain not to stereotype her further. 

“thanks, babe,” he turns to her and gives her a warm smile. the kind that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, the kind that makes him look twenty-two again. 

the kind that feels like a gut punch to you. 

“careful, darling,” denise’s voice startles you. she’s been standing close to you this whole time—just a bit ahead, watching matty just like you had been. 

“careful,” she says again, “the glass might break.”

“what?” you follow her line of sight, right down to the glass in your hands and your death grip on it. your knuckles are white, clutching the delicate stem so tightly. she’s right, the glass might break any minute. 

“oh…uh, sorry.” heat rises up the back of your neck and up your cheeks. “i didn’t realise.”

“‘s alright,” she smiles, studying your face for a moment. “i just don’t want you to get hurt.”

the party is in full swing around you, and you have found one more thing your ex-husband was wrong about. whiskey does start to taste exceptionally amazing; especially when you’re trying not to throttle not one but two people in front of you. 

“dance with me!” charli calls for you from somewhere on the dancefloor. 

she’s already discarded her heels somewhere in the corner in favour of comfy shoes and sweated off her makeup. but she still looks stunning and radiates with joy at the centre of the dancefloor. “come onnnnn,” she calls for you again, almost slurring her words, and makes a run to drag you to the dance floor. 

“i can’t dance in heels,” you laugh, trying to get out of the dancing without offending her. the heels do hurt, not as much as you’re making it out to be but your feet are starting to get sore now. 

standing and sulking in one spot all evening will do that. 

“so take them off!” she’s in front of you now, holding onto your wrist and pouting like a kid. she knows you can’t resist that face. “please!! you can’t say no to me today, come on!”

it takes absolutely two seconds for you to give in. she’s right, you can’t—you shouldn’t—say no to her. not today of all days. 

“only for ten minutes,” you grumble and set the glass aside. then, on second thought, you pick it back up and down the last two sips. it burns as it goes down but this fuzz is good. this fuzz will help you ignore the man and the blonde in his arms.

as long as it makes charli happy. and by the looks of it, she’s ecstatic; loudly singing along to a brittany spears hit. you shake your head at her, laughing at first and then joining in. this is fun—normal wedding fun. this is what you’re supposed to be doing at a close friend’s wedding. you are meant to get wasted and dance like a dork on the dance floor. 

you even get twirled around by ross as soon as he sees you dancing. it’s almost like the old times, all your friends having fun together again. and for a brief, blissful moment the presence of the date doesn’t even bother you. 

until you feel yourself trip over your dress and stumble. right into a pair of familiar arms.

he grunts, first from being so unexpectedly knocked into and then when your elbow hits him in the stomach. a small amount of satisfaction sparks in your brain but quickly gets overshadowed by a flood of mortification. 

your entire back is pressed up to matty’s chest, almost a lovers embrace as he steadies you on your feet. 

“careful, darling” he warns, bending to whisper it right in your ear. funny how he repeats the same words his mother had said twenty minutes ago, yet you doubt the thumping of your heart has anything to do with the dancing you’ve been doing. 

the retort is on the tip of your tongue, don’t call me that, four small words that simply refuse to come out. 

“thank you,” you reply breathlessly, clearing your throat against the sudden lump that’s lodged there. 

“steady?” he asks.

his scent is all around you, the same fucking cologne he has worn for the last decade. the same perfume that you can still smell on your pillows sometimes, no matter how many times you wash them. 

“mm-hmm,” you nod, “you can let go now.” you make it a point to stare straight ahead at a bland spot on the wall. fuck your body for hyper-focusing on his heartbeat, fuck your head for spinning at one whiff of his cologne. and absolutely fuck your heart for breaking the second he lets go of you. 

you stay still, only just touching him, still staring ahead until charli comes in your line of vision again. from this close you can smell the alcohol on her breath. she’s almost wasted at this point. 

which is why it’s not really a shock when she gasps loudly. 

“oh my god!” she slaps a hand on her mouth, eyes wide and excited. “you, me, george, and matty. like the old times!” she squeals, slurring half the words. 

“char, no. no—”

“we should dance!” she declares.

“no, pl—”

“george, come here,” she yells over you, unbothered by your protests. and you know you’re doomed when an equally inebriated george comes into view. 

there’s no way of getting out of this. the brittany song is on the last of its notes, about to change into something else. a sense of dread gnaws at your stomach. 

“no, cha—”

“let’s get it over with.” it’s matty, placing a hand on your elbow and spinning you around to face him. he is so close, close enough for you to note the light stubble on his face; not clean-shaven like you’d thought at first. you know exactly what the stubble would feel like if you ran a hand over his face. 

his pink lips are parted slightly, his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, and his curls fall on his forehead. your hand twitches, desperate to brush them away because you know by the end of the night, they will be falling into his eyes. your stomach turns at the thought of how easily the urge comes. every feeling, every old habit rushing back to hit you full force. 

“shall we?” he asks again, hand extended and waiting for you to take it. but all you can do is stare at it dumbly.

“right,” he says, placing his hand on yours for emphasis, “i don’t want to do it either. but i want to make my friends happy.” 

his friends? indignation flares in your chest, burning hotter than the alcohol. suddenly any and all resurging feelings you’d felt for him just minutes ago evaporate into thin air. if he wants to act like he’s doing you a favour, then fine! if he wants to be an asshole then you can be a bitch right back. the song begins, something sweet and romantic but you narrow your eyes at him, ready for the battle to begin. 

and if you are to win it, then you can’t be focusing too hard on the way his hand comes to rest on the small of your back; warm and reassuring and so so familiar. you can’t be relishing the feel of his warm breath on your shoulder, sending small, delicious tingles down your spine; can’t deliberately feel the way his hips press into yours, creating friction and something much more urgent. 

no! so you square your shoulders and stand tall. 

let’s get this over with then. 

he steps to one side as the music begins to pick up; ever accustomed to taking the lead, and you step to the other side; equally determined to make this difficult for him. he knows of course, because he knows you and how your mind works. more importantly, he knows how your grudges work. 

“are you really going to be difficult again?” he asks, just low enough for you to hear it over the music. “you can’t keep your pettiness aside for five minutes?”

his voice skitters over your bones, taunting and gravelly; matty from years and years ago who would raise goosebumps on your skin and make your blood heat up just by looking at you. 

“my pettiness,” you grit out, “is none of your fucking concern.”

“it is when it’s my best friend’s wedding,” he cuts you off sharply.

“your best friend? as if they are no one to me?”

he tuts, condescending little shit, “can’t have the attention taken away from you for one second can you?”

your voices are rising; no longer the harsh whispers from before. and the distance between your bodies is almost negligible. his hand clutches tightly, is it his intention to hurt or to hold on? you don’t know. you don’t think he knows either. 

“says the man who constantly whines for validation like a little baby,” you spit out, noses almost touching each other’s. 

his eyes, warm and hazel once, are cold hard chips of brown. the anger in them turns his veins red. you imagine he’s seeing red right now, especially as his gaze dips to your mouth—painted red and curled in a sneer. 

“you really have reached a new low, haven’t you, matthew?” you laugh in his face, brutally and sharp enough to cut. a sick and twisted part of you relishes in the fact that his date can see you in his arms. “oh, what must your arm candy think of you for twirling your ex around like this.”

“arm candy?” he scoffs, clearly taken aback. he must have imagined the wedding to be a fancy affair where he would get waisted and twirl his date around until they go back home and fuck in a drunken, sloppy rhythm. he would grope at her breasts like a starved man and she would hook her legs around his waist; much like how you once used to. then she would fall to her knees and satisfy all his needs. “don’t bring grace into—”

“grace?” you snap out of your disturbing train of thoughts about your ex-husband’s bedroom habits. instead, you choose to find happiness in the fact that it won’t be as smooth sailing for him as he thought. “oh, you’ve got to be fucking with me, yeah? your toy is called grace?”

you regret the words as soon as they’re out of your mouth. and not even for the right reasons. 

“that sounds an awful lot like jealousy, darling” matty croons, finding his footing once again. 

your breath hitches. the word is meant to be a weapon, hell, you two are right in the middle of an almost screaming match (again) yet he precisely knows how to wound you with his words (like always).

“don’t,” you warn. you’re falling for the bait by doing so, you know it, he knows it. but you’ll take the small bit of defeat over this. for emphasis, you yank your hand out of his and place it on his chest, as if to push him away. 

his chest heaves slightly and suddenly you’re very aware of the muscles under the fitting white shirt. you should move away, fuck, you should stop touching his chest but your blood turns to lead, heats up your entire body as rage courses freely. 

“don’t pin this on me.” you push him back just slightly, “it’s your need to overcompensate,” another push, “that’s why we’re here,” a third push. 

and then his massive hand is wrapping over yours. you have no time to involuntarily mourn the loss of it on your waist; those tingles have already moved to your hand. 

“losing your cool?” he tuts. 

the infuriating bastard!

there’s a sudden urge to stomp on his feet with your four-inch heels, or better yet, to just knee him in the crotch. but you happen to catch the look on charli’s face. her eyes are wide, worried. this shouldn’t be happening. none of this should be happening. you’re not supposed to be creating a scene at one of your best friends’ wedding. 

“would you look at that…” you peel yourself off him. the lump in your throat is almost overwhelming now and you’d be damned before you cry in front of him again. “you’re ruining your best friend’s wedding.”

before matty can reply, you turn on your heel, keeping your eyes sharply on the exit. this is too much. this evening was a mistake. saying yes to the dance was a mistake. coming here…

a lone tear escapes, tiny and pathetic. it makes you want to slap yourself that you would put your disdain for matty over your love for charli. after everything she’s done for you in the last ten months, after every night you’d spent crying in her bed and in her arms, this is the least you could have done. and yet you’ve failed; as a friend, as a wife, even as a person at this point. 

footsteps slap on the marble floor behind you, getting closer as you step out into the corridor. of course, he’d follow. of course, he wouldn’t know when to leave it alone, picking at all your wounds that are only just scabbing over. 

“stop!” he calls out, “you fucking coward.”

the shock of it alone is enough to freeze you in your place. 

“what did you just say to me?” you blink at him slowly, taking in his cold eyes and lips pressed in a thin line. 

“you fucking coward,” he repeats, “running away from every situation when it gets tough.”

“fuck you, matty,” you spit out, taking a step forward. “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” you punctuate each of them with a jab to his chest, stabbing your nails repeatedly into the soft spot over his heart. let him feel it. let him experience a million small deaths. 

“what? nothing witty to say now?” his hand wraps around your wrist, holding it still in place. no matter how much you struggle, he won’t let go. 

his face is inches away. he moves forward, backing you against the wall, holding onto your wrist tightly, mouth open and almost panting as if he can’t get enough air. 

you can’t either. your head spins; so close to him, too close. your faces are inches away and involuntarily you stare at his lips, trembling with rage. this whole evening was a mistake but that doesn’t stop you from fisting your hands in his shirt and crashing your mouth onto his.

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[lucygxybaird]

thank god i'm yours - billinea

but i came to life when i first kissed you. the best me has his arms around you, you make me better than i was before. thank god i'm yours. the worst me is just a long-gone memory, you put a new heartbeat inside of me. thank god i'm yours. Finally, Billy asks Dulcinea a question he's been wanting to ask her for a very long time. (at last at last part four - I think?? - in my billinea series)

Billy has spent his youth courting danger, dancing with death so often that he follows the steps in his dreams, waking up sweat-soaked and shaking. Often, the dreams are simply memories, playing out the way they always do — the blacksmith falling limp on top of him, heavy as guilt; Jesse Evans, wrapped in moonlit shadows that sink into a snowy forest, nodding at him to go. 

Other times, though, what could have been comes back to haunt him. The makeshift noose, fashioned from a bed sheet and tied to the top bar of his cell, tightens inexorably before he can free himself. The bullet that nicks his leg and brings him to his knees on the dirt road winding through Lincoln pins him down, and he crawls for cover, hearing footsteps coming after him and knowing he’s not fast enough. 

When he wakes up, limbs jerking like a marionette cut from its strings, his heart lodged firmly in his throat, it always takes a few moments for the fear coursing through his blood to dissolve away. He’ll lay there, staring up at the ceiling, letting the steady sound of Dulcinea’s breathing and his daughter’s soft snuffles act like a balm on his frazzled mind. 

Still, he thinks he’s calmer in those moments, waking up from nightmares woven with threads from his past, than he is right now. It’s ridiculous, he knows. It’s downright foolish. This isn’t a matter of life or death, no one will arrest him, or shoot him, or even raise their voice to him. 

Oh, no, it’s just that he’s asking the love of his life to marry him. With a ring that once belonged to his dearly departed mother, for that matter. Not really so serious at all! No! Definitely not. It’s fine! Fine, fine, fine, fine— 

“Billy, for God’s sake, are you breathing?” 

Charlie is watching him from beneath the wide brim of his hat, and even in its shadow, Billy can catch the white gleam of his smile. Billy’s face goes warm, and he ducks his head, bringing up one hand to scratch roughly at the back of his head. The two of them are standing beneath the oak tree growing in the front yard, and despite the shade, Billy can feel sweat matting the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Have you ever heard a word so often that it just doesn’t mean a damn thing anymore?” he asks. “I swear I’ve told myself it’s gonna be fine so many times, that word is just a little buzzin’ sound.” He waved his hand as if shooing away a bothersome bug. “Like a fly.” 

Or more like a mosquito, the way it keeps stinging him. Fine — she’s going to hate the ring — fine — you’ll stumble over your shoes, you’ll trip over your tongue, you’ll do both — fine — and end up elbowing her in the face — fine — 

She could say no —

It’s going to be fine!

“Billy,” Charlie says, taking him by the shoulders. “You’re thinking about this far too hard. Lemme ask you a question — do you love her?”

It’s so preposterously obvious what the answer is that Billy actually chokes on it, spluttering like Charlie has just thrown water in his face. “Well, I — of course I do!” 

“Okay.” Charlie gives him a little shake. “And do you trust me?”

Billy blinks at him. “Sure, Charlie, with my life.” 

Another little shake, and this time, Billy can’t help but smile ever so slightly. 

“Okay,” Charlie says again. “So trust me when I tell you that you don’t have anything to worry about. Dulcinea loves you. You love her. That’s all that matters. That, and your little girl.” 

Charlie squeezes his shoulders before letting go. “She’s gonna say yes,” he adds. “I don’t have any doubt about that.”

Behind them, the front door opens, and Manuela steps out onto the porch, Kathleen in her arms. Dulcinea is right on her heels, a litany of instructions bubbling on her lips. “And she likes to sleep with her blue blanket, not the yellow one — the yellow one is alright for naps, I think, but it is too scratchy for her to lay with all night — ”

“Dulcinea,” Manuela interrupts gently. “I beg of you, do not worry. She and young Billy will play together, we will feed them their dinner, and we will put them safely to bed. I promise.” 

“I—” Dulcinea flushes. “Oh, I know. Forgive me, please…it is just — she has never been away from home before.” 

Billy crosses the lawn, climbing up on the porch, and even before he has his feet planted on the boards, Dulcinea is reaching for him. He slides an arm around her waist, anchoring her against him. His thumb smooths over the fabric of her shirt tucked against her hip. For a moment, he feels a little thorn of guilt work its way under his skin — Manuela and Charlie taking Kathleen for the night is part of his plan, but if it’s making Dulcinea worry so much…

Then she relaxes against him, leaning her head against his shoulder. The thorn dissipates. “But I am sure she will have a wonderful time,” she says, reaching over to gently stroke Kathleen’s round pink cheek. 

Kathleen babbles, waving her hands as if to agree — and agree vociferously, if the string of squeals and giggles she lets out when Manuela tickles her side is anything to go by. Billy moves to give her a kiss goodbye, and Kathleen leans forward out of Manuela’s arms, reaching for Billy. He kisses her forehead with a resounding mwah!, making her giggle again.

“You gonna miss me?” he says.

She grabs his nose and squeezes. He honks like a goose. She shrieks with delight and does it again. Billy obliges with another Honk! She finds it just as hilarious a second time. And a third. 

“I’m gonna choose to take that as a yes,” he tells her, once Dulcinea has succeeded in prying her little fingers from his nose. “I’ll miss you, too.”

Charlie brings their horse from the barn, and he helps Manuela up, with Kathleen carefully cradled in her arms. Mounting up behind her, Charlie wraps his arms around them both as he takes up the reins, clucking softly to the horse. They go at a slow, easy pace, but it’s still not long before they have become so small as to fit in the palm of Billy’s hand. He and Dulcinea watch until they can’t see the three of them anymore.

He wraps both arms around Dulcinea’s waist, nudging his nose along her hairline. “You want me to go after ’em?” he murmurs. “If I ride fast enough, I can probably catch up before they get too close to home.” 

He’s relieved when she chuckles. “No,” she says. “It will do little Billy good to have a playmate near to his own age, and I know they will take care of her.” Dulcinea turns in his embrace, winding her arms around his neck. “And, besides, it has been a very long time since the two of us had some time to ourselves. I have missed you.”

She smiles at him, and when she leans up for a kiss, Billy’s hands find her hips and draw her even closer. It has been a long time — nearly eight months — and despite spending nearly all day, every day in each other’s company, he knows what she means. He didn’t really picture how becoming a father could change everything; although he would not trade the life he has now for all the riches of the world, he has missed this. Being able to hold her, kiss her, just be with her, without having to pull away to attend to the baby.

“I missed you, too,” he says, kissing her again. He reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. She offers him another smile, her eyes never leaving his, and he thinks he could stay suspended here all night, a raindrop poised precariously on the tip of a branch. All he needs is just to know that she loves him, and it’s written in her gaze clear as day. 

“Come on.” Dulcinea takes his hand and leads him back inside, lacing her fingers through his. “I was thinking, after breakfast, perhaps we could go out for a ride? It is a beautiful day.” 

“Sure,” Billy says, offering her a smile. He can only put his plans into action later tonight, and frankly, he’d never even considered what he would do with the whole day. A meal and a horseback ride can at least eat into the afternoon. He wonders where they should go, if they should ride far enough to necessitate packing food, or if that would mean they’d be away too long— 

“What are you thinking about?” She laughs as she pulls eggs from the icebox. “You look like you are trying to figure out a riddle.” 

Billy flushes. He’d also never considered the fact that his face is an open book, but maybe that’s only true when it comes to her. God, he hopes it is. It would be retroactively very embarrassing to imagine Jesse or Pat being able to read every thought on his face. 

“I was just woolgatherin’, I guess,” he says, smiling again. “I was thinkin’ about where we should go on our ride.” 

“Oh, were you?” Raising an eyebrow, Dulcinea looks at him as she cracks eggs into a skillet. “You are telling me the truth?”

He puts a hand over his heart, as if deeply wounded. “Do you think I would lie to you?”

She smiles. “No,” she concedes. “But I think you are keeping something from me, anyway. What are you up to?”

He considers what to tell her. He doesn’t want to mislead her and say nothing, but he also doesn’t want to give anything away. “Well…remember when I told Kathleen a little secret a few days ago?”

Another smile, this one more indulgent. She’s playing along, which he’s immensely grateful for. “I do, yes.”

“It’s to do with that. So I can’t tell you yet. But Kitty knows, and she approves.”

“Well, as long as she approves.” 

She cooks them eggs and fries up bread, and they eat on the porch, in a pair of rocking chairs Charlie made for them after the baby was born. Their food sits on a small table set between their chairs, along with two mugs of coffee. He inhales the rich, pleasant aroma, mixing with the scents of the meal she’s made for them, with the scents of nature around them — the grass, the rustling boughs of the trees, the lavender that grows in a patch under their bedroom window. 

Billy rocks the chair with his foot as he eats, content to vacillate between studying their little patch of land and looking at her. 

“You got a crumb here,” he says, unable to keep from grinning as he reaches over to brush it away with the pad of his thumb. 

She turns her head, and he thinks she’s going to kiss his palm—

“Ow!” It doesn’t really hurt that much — or at all —  but he jumps as her teeth nip at the pad of his thumb. “What was that for?”

Dulcinea gives him an entirely unrepentant smile. “For keeping your secret,” she says. “Even if our daughter thinks it is alright. She also thinks her feet are edible.” 

Billy laughs, and she starts laughing, too, a gale of giggles that spikes into a squeal when he reaches over and pulls her from her chair and into his lap. He leans down and nips at a spot on her neck where he knows she’s especially sensitive, making her squeal and dissolve into laughter all over again. “Bil-ly,” she manages, his name breaking up under a fresh round of giggles. “That — that tickles—!”

He does it again. “Oh, I know.” 

After he’s done it twice more, she turns in his lap, pressing her lips against his before he can commit the offense a fifth time. Billy smiles into the kiss, and though his eyes have drifted shut, he can feel her smiling, too. “You know you’re my best girl,” he murmurs, nudging his nose against hers, a smile still on his face. “There isn’t a man in the world luckier than me.” 

Dulcinea rests her forehead against his, nuzzling closer. “We are both lucky,” she says. “We are lucky to have each other, and we are lucky to have our little girl. We are lucky to have this life.”

“We are,” he agrees, closing his eyes for a moment. Sometimes that luck seems like a mirage, something delicate and ephemeral that will disappear out from underneath him if he takes one wrong step. Sometimes, like now.

But then she kisses him again, nestling against his chest as she rests her head against his shoulder, the top of her head brushing his cheek. They are quiet for a little while. He can feel the warmth of her in his arms, her even breathing fluting against his skin, and her fingers are tracing the path of the veins in the back of his hand where it rests in his lap. This is real, he knows. He can’t say if it’s what he deserves, after everything he’s done; but it’s what he has, and he’s never going to be any less amazed or grateful. 

She stirs in his arms, lifting her head to look at him. “What do you think about that ride now?” 

He insists on taking care of the dishes first, telling her to stay on the porch and soak in the sunshine. When he comes back out, his shirtsleeves still rolled up and a few suds clinging to his fingertips, she’s saddled both their horses and led them around. Billy shakes his head. “You couldn’t just sit and let me wait on you, could ya?”

“No,” she says, smiling comfortably. “Now come on.” 

She does, at least, allow him to grab their hats from the bedroom, to lift her up into the saddle. Although he has no idea where they’re going, Billy is perfectly happy to follow her; she sets the pace and the path, cantering toward the small copse of trees spread out at the bottom of the slope that rolls away behind the house. 

They ride close enough to hold hands, Billy keeping a firm free hand on the reins of his own horse and a close eye on hers. Her horse is as gentle and calm a creature as he can be without actually being a stump — a compromise, because he’d begged her not to ride at all while she was pregnant with Kathleen, and she refused to simply be stranded at home — but still, he watches to make sure she’s safe with just one hand on the reins. 

She takes them through the trees, following a path that meanders underneath a shifting roof of green and gold, dappled shadows dancing over their heads. A companionable silence falls between them again, and Billy starts to hum, a soft, aimless tune that echoes the Irish lullabies his mother used to sing for him. 

Just beyond the woods, there’s a small pond, as round and silvery as a hand mirror. A few trees straggling rom the copse lend their shade to the water, and they tie the horses to a low branch, close enough to the lake so they can drink. Billy leans against the trunk and pulls Dulcinea into his lap, nuzzling at her hair. 

“Remember when we sat under a tree like this, right after you told me you were pregnant with Kathleen?” he asks, and she nods, humming softly in affirmation. 

She turns to look up at him, smiling a little. “I was worried about what you would think,” she says. “But you told me the baby was ours, that we made it together.”

“And that I love you,” he reminds her. “And—”

“Her,” she interjects, just as she had done then. “And you made fun of me for being so sure.”

“Aw, well, I wouldn’t call it makin’ fun — ”

Dulcinea shrugs in a complacent sort of way, as if it’s all water under the bridge now. “In any case, next time, you will not doubt me, will you?” 

He kisses the top of her head, thrilling to the idea of next time. They’ve talked about it here and there since Kitty was born, but not so confidently as this, like it’s inevitable. “No, I promise.” 

Billy tips his head back against the trunk, looking at the latticework of branch, leaf, and sky. After a few moments, he closes his eyes; he feels Dulcinea shift in his lap just a little bit, and then a little leathery creak, a soft rustling noise. She must have brought a book in the pocket of her dress. Without opening his eyes, Billy draws his fingertips idly up and down her arm, humming softly to himself again. 

“What do you think about Antonio?”

“Hmm?”

“Antonio. For a boy. Someday, I mean.”

He smiles a little. He isn’t quite dozing, but he definitely isn’t fully awake. Her words filter to him slowly, pleasantly, like the sunshine coming down through the leaves. “Mmm,” he agrees. “Antonio, sure. That’d be nice.” 

She chuckles. “It would, yes.”

He does drift off for a while after that, or at least, he gets close to it. It’s just so peaceful out here, with Dulcinea nestled in his lap, the wind whispering through the leaves of the tree above them. Occasionally blades of grass tickle his hand where it rests on the grass beside him, the other continuing to idly stroke Dulcinea’s arm. He can feel the kiss of the sun on his cheek, and somewhere in the woods behind them, birds are singing to each other. 

All through those years that lurk in his nightmares now, like wolves in the inky shadows of the desert, he’d always assumed he would go out fighting. Guns blazing, a scream trapped in his throat, a snarl of defiance frozen on his face even as his blood surged a final swan song through his veins with every frantic beat of his heart. He expected — if he was lucky — an unassuming grave, where Dulcinea and anyone left who loved him could come and visit with him. If he was unlucky, a traitor’s grave, tumbled into a dark maw of earth just waiting to receive him. 

Maybe, if anything, he thought he’d spend the rest of his life on the run, always looking over his shoulder, always hearing threats in the creak of a floorboard, seeing enemies in a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. He had hated the idea of that life for himself, but more than anything, he’d felt the weight of shame turning his bones to dust — shrinking him down, day by day, moment by moment — as he thought of Dulcinea, of Manuela and Charlie, their little boy. They deserved so much better than that life, and they would’ve only been trapped in that hateful twilight because of him. 

But this? Laying in the sun with the woman he loves in his arms, his baby safe with friends so beloved they might as well be blood — with his only concerns being the ring waiting beneath the floorboards, and an answer that will (probably, hopefully) be the one he wants to hear? No, he never expected this, not for a second. He barely even let himself want it. It was like wandering in the wilderness without any food or water. The more you considered how desperately thirsty you were, how badly your stomach ached for lack of nourishment, the worse that pain would be. 

He stirs, turning his head blindly until his lips find the crown of Dulcinea’s head. “I love you,” he says, and he feels her snuggle closer. 

“I love you,” she says, then she taps his cheek gently with a forefinger. “Wake up, mi amor. We should head back now. It’s past lunchtime.” 

“M’awake,” he mumbles. His eyes flutter open, and he smile to see her leaning toward him, her face the only thing he can see. “Hi there.” 

She laughs and kisses him. “Hello.” 

Dulcinea stands up, and as soon as Billy is on his feet beside her, he scoops her up into his arms. She half-laughs, half-shouts, putting her arms around his neck to steady herself, and he just grins at her. “I’m not done holdin’ you yet,” he says, and puts her on his own horse. 

Tying the reins of her horse to the pommel of his saddle, Billy mounts up behind her, his arms encircling her waist. Dulcinea hums softly and leans back against him, and they ride home through a ripening afternoon, with Dulcinea’s horse following placidly along. 

“What about a picnic in the yard?” he suggests, as they ride up to the house. She opens her mouth to answer, and he says: “I’m makin’ lunch, you’re findin’ a nice spot to set up the blanket and then you’re gonna relax while I throw everything together.” 

She laughs. “Yes, sir.” 

He makes them both frizzled ham sandwiches and cooks up some beans, slathering biscuits with jam and butter while the beans bubble gently in the pot. When everything is finished, he plates it all, pouring two tall glasses of lemonade. Billy makes his way carefully out onto the porch, one plate balanced in the crook of each arm and a glass clutched in each hand. He smiles when he sees her on a blanket spread out on the grass, not far from their little garden. 

“Finally,” Dulcinea teases, reaching up to take the glasses from him, and then the plates, so he can sit down without spilling anything. “I thought I was going to have to come in and help you.”

“I woulda kicked you out,” he says mildly, making her giggle. 

After she finishes eating, Dulcinea stretches out with her head in Billy’s lap, reaching up every now and then to feed him bits of biscuit and jam. Billy leans back on his hands, a little content noise rumbling in his chest at the taste of sweet strawberry preserves on his tongue. He tries to consider everything he has to do tonight, and how he’s going to do it without her noticing. She presses another bit of strawberry jam-slathered biscuit to his lips, and he smiles. 

“Why don’t you go pick some more strawberries this afternoon?” he suggests, idly coming his fingers through her hair. “We’re almost out of this jam.” 

She smiles up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And what are you going to do while I’m gone?” 

Billy grins back at her. “I’ll keep myself occupied somehow,” he teases. “Maybe I’ll teach myself how to do a handstand.” 

She laughs. “As long as you are making yourself useful.” 

They clean up the picnic and Billy stubbornly takes over dish duty again, watching her as she finds the basket and a hat to shade her face. He kisses her goodbye and watches her leave from the backdoor; there are bushes growing in a clearing maybe halfway through the little wood, and he knows she won’t come back until the basket is full. He wonders if she’s walking rather than riding to give him a little more time — she’s already sussed him out to some extent, after all. He knows that from this morning. It makes him smile, although he hopes there will still be an element of magic. 

She deserves that and more. 

First things first — he gets under the table and jimmies up the loose floorboard, where they keep their money and valuables. He finds the ring wrapped in its handkerchief, and tucks the little bundle carefully into his pocket. He crawls back out carefully, like he’s shifting his way through a delicate mineshaft; it would not do to have a gash on his temple or a bruise on his forehead when he proposes. There aren’t many things less romantic than a head injury. 

He’s especially grateful that he’s suggested the strawberry picking expedition as he makes his way across the front yard, accompanied by a clanking sound like he’s wearing a suit of armor. He has to make several trips back into the house, and even working as quickly as he can, he’s only just finished when he hears Dulcinea call out to him. 

Billy races around the side of the house with perhaps less subtlety than is prudent, but considering he usually greets her coming home like he’s a puppy waiting by the door, it’s entirely possible she doesn’t notice. (He’d admit it to anyone who asked, too. He doesn’t mind telling the world that he’s that devoted to her. Who wouldn’t be? is his view.)  “Hi, baby,” he says, and she just smiles at him. “How’d it go?”

“Look,” she says, holding out the basket. As he suspected, it’s completely full. “I think I’ll make use some in jam tonight, maybe a pie.” She looks up at him, a smile still lingering at the corners of her lips, even as she tries to school her expression into one of innocence. “If you still have ways to keep yourself busy.” 

Again, he wonders just how much of a surprise this is actually gonna be. The closer he gets, though, he realizes it’s less about that, and more about making this as beautiful and romantic as he possibly can. And, of course, about her saying yes. 

“I have a couple things,” he admits.

She leans up to kiss him. “Hmm, well, you take care of that, and I’ll get started taking care of these,” she says, hefting the basket more firmly into her arms. 

By the time the beguiling scent of fresh-baked strawberry pie is wafting on the breeze, the sun has begun to set, and he’s ready. He puts the finishing touches on with trembling fingers. His heart is pounding so fast that he thinks he can feel it everywhere, loosening up his joints and driving the breath out of his lungs each time he attempts to draw one in. 

He changes clothes behind the cover of the broad tree trunk, and then steps toward the house, trying to swallow the frog in his throat. “Dul—?” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat again. “Dulcinea? Could you come out here?” 

It seems to take an eternity for her footsteps to make their way across the kitchen floor, but after a moment, he hears them; and then she’s on the porch, wearing a gratifying expression of surprise at the sight of him in his Sunday best. He offers her his hand to walk down the porch steps. “Don’t you look handsome,” she says, and as she places her hand in his, he thinks she might be trembling. 

He leads her around the corner of the house, eyes trained on her face; at the sight of what he’s set up for her, she gasps, her free hand going to her mouth. He can see the lights reflected in her eyes, the flickering glow caressing her face as if trying to bestow kiss after kiss after kiss. 

“Oh, Billy…” 

He’s strung up lanterns in the branches, lighting each one so the tree is crowned in a dancing halo of gold. Some are their own, but he’s had to borrow some from Charlie and Manuela, from Tom O’Folliard, from the rest of the Regulators — honestly, he ended up with more than he needed, but they all wanted to help. 

He dragged the small table from the front porch to the base of the tree, dotting the surface with candles. Their warm glow softens the petals of the flowers he’s set in the vase — marigolds, her favorite, along with some of the lavender from underneath their window. There’s a bottle of wine, too, along with two glasses. She takes a step forward, taking it all in, her hand at her mouth. 

“Billy,” she breathes, her voice tremulous. “Oh, it is beautiful…” 

Getting down on one knee, Billy takes a deep breath, taking the ring out of his pocket and holding it out. She turns around to find him like that, and she lets out a little watery gasp, her eyes sparkling -- overbright — as she takes him in. 

“My love,” she says softly. 

He takes courage from her smile, as he always does, and he takes a deep breath to further fortify his nerves. 

“All I wanted from the moment I saw you was to just…be with you,�� he says. “For as long as I could, in whatever way you wanted me. I told myself even just hearin’ your voice for a moment would have been enough, like if an angel had stepped down from heaven and decided to talk to me. Then you said I could see you again, and I knew I was fooling myself.”

She giggles.

“A moment with you never woulda been enough,” he goes on, smiling back at her. “That first night, I knew I wanted a lifetime of moments. I wanted to know every little piece of you, wanted to memorize your heart like a map until I could find my way around blindfolded. I was yours the minute we met, and all I could do was hope that you might somehow…” Billy laughs shakily. He still can’t believe somehow became his life. “…you might somehow realize that you wanted to be mine.” 

She wipes at her eyes, but she’s still smiling, so he takes that as a good thing. 

“I thought it couldn’t get any better than knowin’ that you love me,” he says. “And then I got to see you with our little girl. I got to build a life with you, day in and day out, all those little moments that I wanted from the beginning. It’s everything to me. They knew my name from one side of the country to the other, once, but I only wanted everyone to know that I’m yours.” 

He takes a deep breath. Oh, God. 

“It’s still all I want,” he says. “For everyone to know that I’m yours, that I’m so goddamn lucky to be your man, the father of your children.” He swallows, smiles, and holds the ring up again. “Will you marry me?” 

Dulcinea just holds her hand out, tears running in gold-tinted rivulets down her cheeks, and Billy laughs as she wiggles her finger, his voice breaking under the weight of his joy, which marks his face in golden gleams of his own. “Yes,” she blurts out, just as he’s sliding the ring onto her finger, making him laugh again. “Yes, yes, of course I will.” 

As soon as the ring is safe on her finger, Billy’s on his feet, pulling her into his arms. She gasps and clings to him, curling her fingers into his hair. They hold each other like that for a long time, long enough for more than one of the candles to blow out in the soft breeze. When Billy finally pulls away, he reaches up to catch her face between his hands, wiping the remaining tears away with the pads of his thumbs. 

“I love you,” he says, and she leans up to kiss him.

“I love you.” 

She kisses him again, taking one of his hands between hers. She lays it against her stomach. He feels his heart flip over in his chest, and a giddy smile spreads over his face before she even has the chance to speak. 

“Well,” she says, laughing a little. “It is funny that you mention being the father of my children, because…” 

He whoops like a little boy, snatching her up in his arms again and spinning her around, making her laugh. Billy buries his face against her hair, holding her as tightly as he dares. “Antonio, huh?” he says, and she giggles.

“I was not sure you would remember that. I thought you were asleep.” 

“I told you I was awake…” 

She giggles again. “Mmm, you did not seem awake, marido.” 

“I was.” 

Dulcinea lifts her face and kisses him again, smiling softly. “We have a lot of work to do,” she points out. “A wedding, before this baby comes.” 

He kisses the top of her head. “We do,” he agrees happily. 

There’s no work in the world he’s ever been happier to do. 

[oinkinpigprince]

This might be a little random hear me out: Charlie x runaway princess!Pim AU

A little random, and I love the idea princess Pim. Not prince, princess. He’s the prettiest princess Úwù

Charlie x runaway princess Pim

Charlie is a random peasant, he words as a key and lock maker. That just seems like something he’d do. Of course he had heard of the news that the princess had ran away after a very uncanny and kinda weird arranged marriage.

I mean the kingdom wasn’t at war and they weren’t arguing with anyone, so it wasn’t like the princess NEEDED to be married so it seemed fair that he shouldn’t have to be. Charlie at least was the only who seemed to see the logic. The rest of the kingdom saw Pim as disloyal to his subjects and disrespectful to the neighboring kingdoms

Listen Pim did a LOT of ye olden political fuck ups but I’m probably the only one who even cares about the logistics of this.

So the majority of the kingdom it seemed hated Pim’s guts. Except Charlie, he could absolutely get behind ditching that situation. He kinda pitted the guy, it must have been so hard to leave your entire family

Charlie was out and about doing whatever peasants do when he stumbled upon a familiar looking man. With a torn dress and sniveling sadly. He stared at Pim for what seemed like eternity when he tried to step back to leave but slipped and fell on his ass with a loud thump. Startled Pim shot up alarmed and ready to run.

But before he ran he stopped himself, not wanting to leave this random guy alone in the woods he went toward the man and helped him up. Charlie thanked Pim but felt himself caught in his own words.

It was the princess! Charlie unsure of what to do fumbled around, I mean it isn’t every day you seen real royalty. Especially none that help you when you fall! He thanked Pim profusely for his help, even though he was in reality fine.

“O-oh, it’s nothing really! I just didn’t want to leave you alone is all!” Pim assured Charlie

“You’re the p-princess right? The one that ran away?” Charlie asked dumbly.

Pim winced as he looked around nervously his head was for a high reward mow “w-would you not tell anyone you saw me? My father would have my head.” Pim pleaded with Charlie who threw up his hands defensively

“Oh don’t worry y-your highness, I’m totally on your side. Honestly I think you should have every right to not marry someone.” Charlie assured “and besides that guy seemed like a total nut job. Like he had some serious screws loose.”

Pim laughed, covering his face sweetly. He looked so gentle and sweet, Charlie couldn’t help but blush. A total ego boost to make the princess laugh

“I have to agree with you there s-sir. That guy wasn’t, totally all there. He wanted to marry me because of a single portrait he saw.” Pim affirmed, looking up at Charlie

Pim looked around nervously, he was tired and cold. He had spent days by himself alone in the woods. Pim traveled the land seeking refuge and found nothing but scraps. He needed to take a chance.

“Do you think, maybe I could stay with you? Just for a little while, I’ve been so cold and hungry.” He begged Charlie looking down “I promise I can reward you later, for your kind actions.”

“U-uh yeah, of course. I’d be honored to have you at my house.” Charlie took Pim’s hand gently, they were gloved with a velvet material that felt like gold.

“My names Charlie, by the way. Charlie Dompler.” He introduced himself

Pim smiled and spoke Charlie’s hands excitedly “m-my names Pim! Pim pimling! It’s absolutely wonderful to meet you Sir Charlie!” He cheered, greeting Charlie with a warm smile.

Charlie couldn’t help but blush, it was silly but the princess was an absolute joy to be around. He was bubbly and kind and seemed to love the world even with how badly it’s treated him

[icee133]

Sorry!! Just realized I set the auto post to the wrong day -_- It took me way too long to notice this part wasn't posted. Better late than never I suppose. On that note here's Part 8 of the Marionette series! Hope you guys enjoy this one. Sorry for any writing errors.

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The Marionette

Masterlist, Part 8 🤍

Word count for this part: 2431. Enjoy!👻👻

Synapsis:

A new overlord has manifested in hell seemingly overnight. One that overpowered many if not all of the current overlords in all the right ways. Will this overlord use her powers for good to help the members of the hotel? Will she fall in love with a man and end up in a loving gentle relationship? Or will she get her heart broken and turn against them all, burning each bridge she meticulously made. 

The Marionette is a heart wrenching fic with many turns you won't see coming. Stay tuned for each of the episodes as they are released.

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Nette made her way back to Lucifer’s apple-shaped office trying to slow her breathing down, feeling her heightened anxiety about everything she was about to have to tell him. She knew he wouldn’t be upset at her- at least she hoped he wouldn’t be. But honestly she thinks he might be since she didn’t throw out the first man as soon as she found out about him. Though she had wanted to, but truthfully she holds no grudge against him other than the fact her boys had almost died to an exorcist. Charlie on the other hand has every reason to hold a grudge against him, and yet…she didn’t. She looked at him seeing what he was going through and allowed him into the hotel. Took him under her wing and cared for him, cleaned his wounds even. The heart this girl has is something Nette finds herself admiring more and more as each day goes on. Truly an angelic heart if she had ever seen one.

As Nette approached the door she could hear Lucifer inside talking to himself. He seemed a bit off? If that was a good way to put it. She could hear his rapid speech and panicked tone through the door. She smiled lightly thinking ‘what could possibly have him stressed out now’ while laughing quietly to herself. She knocked on the door lightly to alert him of her arrival. She heard a quick ‘coming!’ from the other side waiting a sec before the door swung open. She quickly gave the Angel in front of her a once over from head to toe. He had his coat and hat placed meticulously back onto his form. Though she couldn’t help but feel he was a bit overdressed considering when she had spoken to him last he was wearing neither of them. However, when she walked into the room she saw there was a table in the center of the room with flowers, and candles in the center. She placed the plates down onto the table, setting the tray off to the side before looking back at him. She lightly chuckled then saying “you know this isn’t a formal business dinner, right? Just a dinner between friends. No need to be so nervous Luci” seeing him looking around at everything but her. “Ah r-right of course…yes Dinner” He stumbled over his words a bit before settling on “Dinner between friends. I suppose I overdid it a bit. It’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone join me for a meal. I was worried what exactly I should do for… well this situation.” ‘It’s alright Luci no worries everything looks absolutely stunning thank you. but if I had to make one complaint… I do feel a tad bit under dressed at the moment Mr full suit.” Lucifer laughed slightly “well we can’t have that” proceeding to take off his coat and hat once again placing them on the side table out of the way.

Lucifer pulled out Nette’s chair allowing her to sit comfortably before sliding her back into place at the table. “My what a gentleman” she chuckled. Watching as Lucifer’s cheeks turned a light yellow color as he went to his side of the table to take a seat. “I brought a bottle of wine from the bar but I’m not sure if you were wanting to drink, as unfortunately I have another topic I have to discuss with you, but I’d rather wait till we were finished with dinner as I do believe it to possibly be well…uncomfortable” Lucifer looked at her before saying “well if you think it to be so, then I suppose it’s best to wait a bit. And best to not drink beforehand as there is a possibility it might be needed after” he joked lightly. “For this I guarantee it will be needed after” They both began eating the meal Nette had prepared engaging in small talk about the angel’s duties and the hotel staff. As well as, venturing into stories about Charlie and how razzle and dazzle came to be created. After all Nette was a bit curious about the 2 dragon creatures as they seemed to be different from the rest of hell creatures.

The meal went amazing. Afterwards Nette and Lucifer both found themselves sitting on the couch in his office laughing about the story Lucifer was telling about how ducks came to be created in Eden when Nette remembered the touchy subject she had to tell him about. “Speaking of Eden…” Nette paused slightly. “I hate to sour the mood but, I suppose we should get into the unfortunate discussion that I have to tell you.” “Nonsense, give me a sec I’ll open the wine” Lucifer said while standing up walking over to the side table where Nette had left the bottle earlier. He quickly opened it and poured a glass for himself and her before returning, handing it to Nette. He sat down on the other side of the couch facing her taking a small sip before saying “Great choice of wine. Well go on let’s get this uncomfortable topic over with” Nette watched the way he had placed himself seemingly a lot more comfortable with her presence as he was leaning backwards with one leg bent on the couch while the other was hanging over the edge. “Right, well I’m not sure how to tell you this. I was thinking the entire time I was making dinner, then again after I spoke with Angel, and even the entire walk up here. After all that the only thing I could think of was to just be honest and upfront with you about it. Either way I feel you're not going to like it, but…” Nette said taking a small sip then placed her glass down on the table before continuing “I need you to promise me you won’t freak out.” Lucifer smirked “Freak out? Nette, I'm an Angel.” Nette rolled her eyes slightly “I’m aware you handsomely prideful man, but I need this promise okay?” She said hoping he would understand there was a reason. “Of course, I promise I won’t freak out. Devil’s honor” Lucifer said holding 2 fingers upwards smiling at her. Nette chuckled lightly at his devil's honor joke, sighing she continued “Charlie took in a new sinner…..” she started “Okay?” Lucifer said carefully, slightly pushing her to tell him why this was different from the other ones she had taken in. “It’s… well… He’s a sinner, but he um.” Lucifer set his glass down before leaning into her slightly “Nette it’s okay just tell me I promised I wouldn’t freak out” Nette’s anxiety was through to roof at this point. She thought to herself ‘fuck it’ before saying “Adam is a fallen Angel, or I guess a sinner in this case since he isn’t heaven born I guess he isn’t fallen.” The room fell deathly silent after Nette finished her sentence. You could hear a pin drop, the only sound being both of their breathing. Or wait no Lucifer’s breathing Nette realized she was holding her breath.

“What?.” She heard Lucifer say after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Adam is alive and is now a sinner” she hesitantly repeated looking down at her lap as she was nervous to look at the man sitting across from her. “You said Charlie took in a sinner, is?” “Yes” Nette quickly answered. She felt the room get hotter almost instantly. She hesitantly looked up, meeting Lucifer’s red eyes. She quickly realized he was in his demon form. A form she had never seen him use, one she had hoped she wouldn’t see. Red eyes, horns with a burning flame, wings, and his tail swinging menacingly behind him. “My daughter took in the man who killed her friend, wrecked the hotel, almost killed her, injured the staff, and is responsible for the extermination of every single human soul they have gotten rid of down here.” Nette could hear an almost growl-like sound coming from behind his voice. One that she had to admit was strangely hot, yet insanely intimidating as well. (Wait- what? No this man could very well end your fucking life right now. Wait, it's Lucifer he wouldn’t hurt you. stop thinking stupid shit and speak woman before he actually does kill you fucking idiot.) “Yes” she found herself barely squeaking out this one word. Cursing herself for agreeing to put herself in this very situation. Lucifer stood up seemingly seething with an unkept rage. Nette quickly grabbed his arm before he could step away from the couch silently thanking she had sat on the side closest to the door. He snapped his head looking directly at her. His eyes burning into her own with what felt like almost a sense of… hurt? Behind them. “You promised” she said quietly. Scared she would say the wrong thing and make it worse. Lucifer sighed quietly to himself before returning to his normal form and taking a seat beside her. “Is she okay?” He asked the overlord sitting next to him. “Yes, Vaggie was with her the last time I checked.” “Why?” Lucifer asked, looking across the room. “Why?… she said when she found him she wanted to leave him there to rot. To let him waste away like he deserved to for everything he had done to the people down here, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t allow herself to leave him there. She also said he is one of the only ones who has been able to see the winners who got into heaven, and also see the sinners who ended up here. She thinks he would be useful in redeeming sinners. Though I don’t think he would even be willing to help.” Nette said carefully while looking at Lucifer. She could tell he was still upset but felt a little better knowing it was Charlie who had made the decision.

“Her heart of gold is going to get her hurt one of these times” Nette heard Lucifer whisper, though it didn’t feel like it was something she should have heard so she stayed quiet just looking at him stare at the wall across the room.“I…think it’s a decent idea to ask for his help, but it does put us in a rather hard place. If heaven finds out a winner fell, more so the first man. Things will get extremely ugly and who knows what they will do.” She couldn’t help but also voice her concerns on the matter. Knowing what she did about heaven, she was worried about what laid ahead of them now that this happened. Lucifer turned his body facing her before saying “you weren’t joking about needing a drink after that.” She saw him reach for his glass drinking what was remaining in it before setting it down again. He turned back to face her directly “I’m sorry” Nette stared at him confused as to why he was apologizing to her. “What for Lucifer?” “Breaking the promise.” He whispered to her. She quickly grabbed his hands “it’s okay I know it was not something that was able to be prepared for. And it was definitely not something that could have been predicted.” “Still I broke a promise I made with you” she could tell he was very upset about this. Though Nette found herself unsure as to why he was. She was a bit upset at herself for underestimating the care he had for his daughter. The level of stress this topic would bring him was not something she had calculated in. That was her fault not his. “Lucifer, it's okay. It’s your daughter, I understand your need to protect her. After all, I think I would react the same way had it been one of my boys. So no need to apologize. Okay?” “Okay” he replied hesitantly. She knew he would still be upset about it for a while longer but decided it was for the best to let it go. She turned to grab her glass wanting to move on from this topic entirely. Feeling even worse about her souring the good mood from earlier as the tension sat in the air was still quite thick.

“You can still call me Luci, you know.” Nette froze. “Ah you… sorry I didn’t ask before using a nickname for you.” “It’s okay, I quite like it.” Lucifer said, smiling at her. “Oh…so I can give you another one?” She teased “Like what Nette?” Gosh she really enjoyed hearing her name fall from his lips. (Nette what the fuck now is not the time for that) “Since you like ducks so much how about duckie? Ooh or what about goose? Nah geese are mean you're definitely not mean enough for that. Waddles? No too weird, that's like describing a thing, not a nickname.” Lucifer was smiling watching her ramble while thinking hard about a nickname for him. “Does that mean I can give you one too?” He found himself asking. “Of course your majesty whatever you wish.” Nette giggled. “Though Nette is already a nickname I’d love to hear what you come up with though” “What about… bunny?” Nette turned bright red at that. “Bunny?” She asked “why bunny?” “Your demon form is a rabbit is it not?” Lucifer smirked at her. “How…” Nette tried to ask “How do I know? I know a lot of things bunny. A lot” Nette was bright red at this point. Something about the way he says that word makes her want him to say it more. (Oh my gosh stop it) “well I suppose I don’t mind that, but I’m definitely calling you duckie now.” Nette said feeling oddly competitive about this. “Works for me bunny” she could hear the smirk dripping off his voice. Like pride itself crawling off his vocal cords and into the air as he spoke. “Duckie” she said trying to stand her ground. Knowing she has no chance against this man. None at all. “Yes bunny?” He replied. “Can’t even let me have the last word huh duckie?” “Nope, sin of pride remember bunny” Both of them felt the tension in the air from the previous discussion lighten a bit. As the night went on they addressed each other by only their new animal nicknames, refusing to be the first to back down in this nickname war. Though neither of them truly minded it at all. In fact they both quite enjoyed their new nicknames, though they wouldn’t admit it to the other one.

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[fanofstuff01]

Okay... but can I ask about the Chaggie and Guitarapple swap AU?!

Like... does it imply that Vaggie is first woman to exist and Charlie is first fallen angel, while Lucifer is Charlie's son and Adam used to be under Vaggie's command at first, before he fell and was taken in by Luci, who started up the hotel to redeem sinners???

...as you can see, I'm a huge enthusiast about Swap AU's

@adambrainrot

I’m one too lol.

Oookayyyyy it’s not an exact roleswap on both sides or like that. Though it sounds good too lol.

Let me tell you.

—

Adam is still the first man and Lucifer is still the first fallen angel, in fact he fell with Lilith yet again. But it’s a little different.

You see, Lucifer was a troublemaker but harmless angel who was known for his closeness to the first humans like his brother.

He thought he had everything…

Until he lost it all.

He didn’t even remember how it happened. He just could recall him and Michael bringing a tasy liquid to their favorite humans, then drinking it with them. Then the rest was black until he woke up in the garden of Eden, completely naked and with a weird feeling. Both of his friends and Michael weren’t around.

So he flew back to Heaven and pretended like it never happened until…

He realized that the weird feeling he had was pregnancy. And he couldn’t hide anymore.

The others asked him what the hell happened, and he told them about the day he didn’t quite remember and how he felt that way since then.

Heaven checked the child’s DNA and it was a humans. It was forbidden for an angel to mate with a human, and it was forbidden for humans to drink alcohol, the liquid Michael and Lucifer brought them.

Then, elders decided to punish both Michael and Lucifer, and the human that slept with Lucifer. They began searching for who it was, but it was cut short when the first woman, Lilith ‘came clean’ and said it was her. Why bother more searching when one was claiming it.

They were all going to fall to hell, but there was one question still remaining.

The child.

Angels said it would be easy and simple to just kill her, but Lucifer begged them not to. He didn’t wanted an innocent kid to be hurt just cause he was a dumbass.

Then Heaven said that they changed their mind and thwy won’t. But as a result of his disobedience, he would never be able to see his daughter ever again.

She would be raised by Heaven, and wouldn’t even know who her parents were until they decided to tell her.

Lucifer, feeling too sad, accepted this.

Adam’s new bride bit from the apple of knowledge herself. Then it resulted into getting them both cast to Earth.

They both went to Heaven when they died. And they were in love when they did, but it died down when Adam realized that Eve had became a selfish, arrogant and jealous person.

—

Years and years later, an overpopulation problem was visible in Hell. Heaven decided to hold a yearly extermination and even though he was heavily against it, Adam ended up as one of their two leaders, the other being Eve.

But, during the third one, Adam stumbled to his son, Cain, and he just couldn’t kill him. So he let him escape…

Which resulted into Charlie, now a bloodthirsty, cold hearted, demon hating soldier of Heaven, to stab him with a ‘sinful’ blade -Which is something that makes you a sinner from a winner basically- from the back and his ex wife, Eve to take his halo. They left him bleed to death, his soul was going to be bond to Hell once he did anyway.

However, Lucifer found him on streets, recognized Adam, and brought him to his hotel to heal him.

—

So it’s basically this lol.

Lucifer is Charlie

Adam is Vaggie

Michael is Lucifer

Charlie is Lute

Eve is Adam

Vaggie is another exorcist

Some characters like Husk and Angel have their genders swapped

[sl-newsie]

The Secret Ingredient (Willy Wonka (2023) x Fickelgruber Daughter) Chapter Nine: Through The Years

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/747510006135554048/the-secret-ingredient-willy-wonka-2023-x?source=share

(Warning! Mention of death)

“He did it again,” Willy groans from his desk. “He sent in a spy.”

“Did Lofty find him?” I ask from the kitchen.

I hear Willy stand up and walk over. He leans against the doorframe with a soured frown. Time has allowed Willy to age with the same boyish face, though there's no doubt about the lines of worry being drawn through the years.

“Yes. But I’m getting tired of these security problems. That’s the second time this month, and the fifth time this year.”

I shake my head and move closer to pull him in for a hug, having Willy rest his head on my shoulder. No one ever said running a factory would be easy. Living the dream can be nice but not everything can be perfect. Unfortunately that applies to someone as kind as Willy.

“Even after all these years Slugworth is still trying to bring you down. At least now he’s given in to thinking your chocolate is a marvel, and is now trying to use it for himself.”

My husband chuckles. “In a way, you’re right. I’ve become his new obsession.”

Unlike my father, who’s forgotten about me completely. After being released from prison he swindled what money he could and flew off to some distant country. If I know him it’s one with lots of room service. Good riddance.

“There’s more news I need to tell you,” I say.

“Really?” Willy lifts his head with a curious look. “What?”

Deep breath. Don’t spiral out of control. He will be just as happy.

“Willy- You should sit down.” I wait until he follows my instructions, rather quickly I must say, before continuing. “Willy… I’m pregnant!”

It’s a good thing he’s sitting down! The news makes Willy’s whole body jolt and he nearly falls over! I’ve never seen his eyes so wide.

“Scr-Did-Um-Wow! Really?” He cheers, wrapping his arms around me.

I stumble a bit from his sudden movement. “What was that?”

“Gibberish! I’m a father!” He yells joyfully. It’s a wonder the whole world doesn’t hear him.

“Sounds like a new chocolate name,” I comment, swaying softly as he runs his hand over my stomach.

Willy chuckles. “Are you cravings kicking in, sweetheart?”

“Pregnancy only enhances my cravings for your chocolate, Willy. How about… scrumdiddlyumptious?”

“Yes! A new chocolate,” Willy declares, turning us around in a dance we partake in so often. “And I will create it to recreate this happiness I’m feeling right now! I love you so much.”

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much! “Another addition to your dream, Willy. One big happy family.”

“A mini version of us.” He leans his forehead against mine. “Have you thought of any names?”

“I like… Charlie.”

“A what?”

“A hematoma,” the doctor repeats. “ It’s like internal bleeding. I’m afraid there is nothing we can do.”

A wave of panic cascades down on me. Internal bleeding? No. No. This isn’t supposed to happen.

“What about the child?” I ask in a shaking voice.

The physician shakes his head with sympathy. “The baby is still in the early development stage. It’s too early to perform any kind of surgery.”

Next to me I feel Willy tense up. He’s trying so hard to be brave. He keeps squeezing my hand almost to be sure I’m still here.

“So… They’ll both…?”

The doctor nods once more. “I’m so sorry.”

My thoughts fly to the next option. “There is absolutely no way to save the baby?”

“What about you?” Willy asks frantically.

I meet his saddened eyes. “Our child comes first.”

“You come first,” he says, blinking back tears. “I can’t lose both of you!”

The physician clears his throat and walks to the clinic room door. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Thank you, doctor.” When the door closes I look back to see my poor husband nearly falling apart. I need to be strong for him. “Willy. I’m dying.”

“No!” He keeps shaking his head, cupping my face in his hands. “No! No! You can’t. You shouldn’t have to. Not like this.”

“Willy. Listen to me,” I say in a stern but loving tone. “When I’m gone-”

“You’re not!” He sobs.

“Shh,” I sooth him and he buries his face in my shoulder. “Just let me talk. When I’m gone I want you to keep making chocolate. Keep the factory running. Don’t let Slugworth take it away.”

“I’d give it all away if I could keep you,” he sobs.

I know he would. And he knows I would not be telling him this unless I had no choice.

“God has other plans,” I say softly and press a kiss to his forehead. “You need to let go. You know I’ll always be with you.”

40 Years Later

Willy’s POV

He reminds me of her. Same curious eyes, same joyful smile. I wonder…

She said she’s always with me. Is this a sign? Did she send this curious child as an heir to our factory?

“Do you have family, Mr. Wonka?” The wide-eyed child asks as he peers through the glass elevator.

His grandfather seems to notice that the subject isn’t the most open to discussion but I see no harm in telling him.

“I did,” I answer quietly. “My- My wife, sadly, passed away. About the same time I closed the gates. I promised her I’d keep making chocolate but after all Slugworth put me through I couldn’t trust anyone to keep it open. It hasn’t been the same without her special touch. But you…”

He’s what we always hoped for. An innocent child to fight the corrupted horrors of this world. It sends me back to all those years ago, gallivanting across rooftops and sneaking around on milk carts. And Charlotte. Oh, sweetheart. If you were only here to see this wonderful child.

“You’re just like her, Charlie. And I know you will do great things with this factory.”

[justalineinasong]

ok this is a long request so pls bare with me haha

So the reader is an elf in the very depths of the workshop underground, and they work as the head elf for the potions department which hasn’t been needed for centuries, then Bernard accidentally stumbles down there and the reader tries to get him to leave. Bernard wants to know what’s going on so the reader teaches him how to make potions and explains stuff but is kinda reluctant?

Or an enemies to lovers w Bernard either one lol

K bai love u <33333

Hi, really loved this request did my best to kinda mix the two! If you guys want another great enemies to lovers @neils-weenie-whistle has a great one, they are a fantastic writer!

Story of us

Summary: Bernard and you had always been close, Until an accident in your department forced a rift between you. Worried about your influence over Charlie, Bernard gets over himself long enough to talk to you. He ends up getting over himself enough to discover that what happened between you two wasn't for the best.

Truth be told, Bernard and you had been friends at one point in time. Long ago when you were both young, but ended quick and fast like a birthday candle being blown out by an eager child. You never wanted it to end, but all things do.

Bernard and you were around 1,000 when your long friendship had ended. It was many, many Christmases ago and you had just gotten the job you wanted, Head of Christmas Spirit and Cheer! Every elf has a role at North Pole, many have been training for that role their whole life. Bernard and you certainly had.

Bernard had always been more ambitious than you. Instead of settling for a head of department position, his eyes were fixated on the head elf position. No one could deny how perfect he was for the job. Even if someone did speak out against, which did happen once in a while, you always supported him.

Then one faithful Christmas, it fell apart like some crappy, human-made toy. Working in the Christmas Spirit and Cheer was never easy. Elves in the Department dedicated their lives to keeping the magic of Christmas alive. It was your job to keep kids believing for as long as possible, and sadly, that year, lots of parents decided that telling their kids that Santa wasn't real was just a great idea!

You, as Head of the department, had rallied a team of your best elves to go to the human world and bring Christmas cheer back to children! It was a risky mission, but something had to be done.

It was the last house and the mission so far had been a success, so you could have never expected it to go so wrong so fast. Making it through the sleeping house was easy, even with the family's 3 dogs. Your team had made everything timed out perfectly, every possible situation thought out beforehand.

The plan was to visit the family's oldest daughter and give her the sweetest Christmas dream! The kind of dream that when you woke up, you'd do anything to fall back asleep. Well, you had reached the room and saw the peaceful girl bundled up in her cozy covers. Slowly you made your way to her bed, watching every step you made with careful and calculated precision. As you softly placed the pads of your fingers on her temples, when it happened. She woke up in a fearful scream and when she saw a group of 4 short elves wearing all black, her poor mind took all the unknown pieces and twisted the scene. Thankfully your team made it back safely, disappearing into a cloud of glitter before her parents could see.

That didn't mean everything was good though. The girl’s mind told her that you and your team were evil creatures of the night. The fear that had crept into her mind kept her up sobbing in her mother's arms all night. That might have been salvageable with a perfect Christmas day, but she went to school and told all her friends of evil elves and dark magic. That completely tainted your reputation, and your relationship with Bernard.

You remember how mad he was at you, how he had screamed at you. Bernard had never raised his voice like that, especially not at you. You remember when he threatened taking your position away. Saying how you weren't deserving of it. Like he hadn't watched you study magic for years, like all those nights where he had to come over to put you to sleep cause he knew you'd stay up all night practicing a new enchanting spell, never existed. It was your fault, nothing from your training had prepared you for it. The girl didn't look like she was having a nightmare.

No matter how many times you apologized, how many times you bit your tongue and let him talk down to you, nothing would fix it. Nothing could fix it. In Bernard's eyes you had ruined Christmas. Even if every other elf had forgiven you, which they had, he wouldn't. You knew why, It was his first year as Head Elf and you ruined Christmas. In his eyes, that was a failure on his part and you would have to deal with it.

Many Christmas had passed since then, you had even gotten a new Santa. Scott Calvin was his name. His son Charlie was just the cutest. Every elf loved him to death and Charlie loved him just as much. However, Charlie had taken a certain liking to you. That very first night at the Pole, Charlie begged you to show him every spell you knew. You simply explained how you didn't have enough hours in the day to show anyone everything you could do. Bernard scoffed at that. Thinking of you as arrogant, a show-off who didn't even need to show off! You let it slide.

What you didn't let slide was Bernard telling you off about how Charlie told all his friends about all the cool things you could do. You just couldn't see the problem with Charlie being excited about Christmas, about him getting over kids to believe.

“Y/N, how can you not see the issue here?” Bernard’s scolding office followed you through the workshop as you desperately tried to escape it. Every turn you took you prayed you'd lose him. Your unit was in the bottom floor of the workshop, it gave you space to brew special potions and teach your teammates new spells. Sadly, the journey there was confusing enough to lose the Head Elf that followed your every move like clockwork.

As you reached the large door which led to the laboratory, you sharply turned around. Your action must have caught Bernard off as he took a wary step back, confusion flooded into his eyes. “You're so right, Bernard!” Your malicious voice filled the corridor, “I don't see the issue with it!” crossing your arms as you scoffed.

Bernard stood there frozen, you had never raised your voice at. No matter how frustrated you seemed, you kept it to yourself. Bernard went to rebuke what you had said, but you cut him off sharply. “If you haven't noticed, since Charlie has become friends with me, belief rates in kids have skyrocketed! You should be happy!” A cunning smirk graced your lips, bitterness oozed with each word you spoke.

“I….Oh! So I should be thanking you? Is that what you want? To be praised?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic words. You didn't want him to thank you, you wanted an apology. Yet, you'd never say that, never confess to how you stay awake at night wishing he'd show up at your door telling you how sorry he is for everything.

Instead of asking for a simple apology, you sneered at him. “I'm not you, Bernard. I don't need to be constantly uplifted and petted to know my worth.” You knew it was a low blow. He was just adding diesel to the fire. At times, you truly felt that Bernard had forgotten about how close the two of you had once been. It hurt more than a thousand cuts.

You didn't want to feel sorry for the words you spoke so indignantly, you wanted it to hurt. Then you saw the confused pain in Bernard's warm eyes, and you want to drop your mask and this meaningless rivalry. “I don't need praise…” Bernard's voice was meek, he seemed so unsure of the words and his body defense didn't help. Bernard looked small, smaller than normal. He was crouched over himself, hands on his hips.

“Are you sure about that, Mister Head Elf?” You retorted, your cold gaze meeting his puzzled face. “Cause last time I checked you have to make everyone love you so much, but then you leave them to rot once they've stopped benefitting you.” The words came from somewhere deep within your heart. Perhaps the place you held all your bittersweet sorrow, most being caused by a certain curly haired Head Elf.

Bernard's puzzled face contorted into dumbstruck disdain. “Now you're just saying stuff! I would never leave an elf behind, you know that!”

“Oh, do you?”

aching pain broke through and interlaced itself with your words. Bernard felt the raw emotion course through him like a wildfire, as if it set the whole North Pole ablaze.

“Cause last time I checked, you left an elf behind when they needed you the most. You left when I felt like the biggest failure ever! In fact, you only made it worse, Bernard!” Your voice echoed through him, making him feel hollow inside.

The words rung throughout his head. He had meant to leave you, had he left you? Bernard thinks back to how close you two had been when the incident happened. He felt that if he took a step back, stopped acting like your friend and started acting like your boss, You'd get better. The longer he stood there before you, your piercing eyes never leaving him, he realized how had improved. You ran probably the most successful department at the North Pole and your magic radiated off of you. Bernard also realized it was because you two had stopped being friends, It was because he left you feeling alone. He remembered how mad everyone was at you for that Christmas, and the following. Bernard left you when you needed him the most, that wasn't what friends were for.

Truth be told, Bernard was more than just a friend to you. You were then just a friend for him! All the other Elves saw how you looked at each other, it wasn't hard to see the love behind your eyes. Bernard was gonna tell you how he felt that Christmas, but then everything happened and he felt like that would have worsened it all. Now he realizes that it would have been for the best if he told you.

You watched Bernard's eyes swell up, it flushed the bitterness off your face almost immediately. “Y/N…” Bernard's heartbroken tone never failed to make you forget whatever he had said or done that made you angry. When you were friends, the two of you would argue from time to time; The moment you saw a single tear roll down his freckled cheeks, you'd cast all your anger aside. You opened your mouth, but only his words met the air.

“What I did was so wrong. I never meant for it to go this far…” If how heartbroken he sounded just calling your name wiped the bitterness from your face, how soft and scared he sounded just then cleansed you of all your years worth of built up anger and hurt. His eyes moved from the ground, which he had been once staring so contently at, to scan your face. He looked to be searching, searching for something you guessed to be forgiveness. If it was forgiveness, he had found it.

“I just didn't know why you left, Bernard. I knew I messed up. I ripped myself apart every night thinking about it, but what you did was just as dark.” You hadn't noticed you had teared up until you tasted the salty tear hit the side of your lip.

“I know! It hurt me too, I just felt like- like if maybe I left- maybe if i stopped being your friend or whatever we were- you wouldn't be t-tied down.” Bernard's words were fast and tripped over themselves, but so genuine it hurt. You couldn't help but wanna smile at the mention of Bernard and you being more than friends. You had liked him so much back then and you felt like he liked you too, but then you just felt tolerated- some days, not even that.

“Bernard, you weren't tying me down. That mission didn't go sideways because you and I were friends…or whatever we were….It went sideways ‘cause I scared a little girl. I got cocky and moved too fast. I've come to live with that.” Biting your lip, you turned your gaze away from the Head Elf. You were now the one who felt his hot gaze pierce into you. You let out a shaky breath, “I, however, could never live with the fact that you didn't want me anymore. I'm sorry that I made this break harder on you, I hadn't realized you…didn't hate me.”

Hate you? You thought Bernard hated you? Bernard wanted to throw himself on you, tell you how he could never, ever hate you. Tell you how much you had meant to him, how much you still meant to him. His eyes rolled, something you found them often doing, but this time it wasn't out of sarcasm or spite- It was something you couldn't name. “I could never hate you, Y/N. You mean far too much to me, I only wanted you to grow. standing before you, I have realized that I could have watched you grow right by your side…I didn't have to watch from afar.”

You smiled softly, your nose scrunching up. It was a smile that could make your cheeks hurt if it didn't go away, and you had a peculiar feeling that it wouldn't leave anytime soon. “You watched me…from afar?” it was warm, your words felt like a warm embrace, something Bernard that felt from you in a long time.

“Maybe…You're just so graceful when you do all your magic stuff. Charlie really likes watching it, and I just want to keep an eye on him!” If you weren't looking right at him, you could hear the cheery smile in his voice.

“Mhm….look after him? You know I'd never hurt him! You just liked watching me!” retorting playfully, your hands fall onto your hips, mocking Bernard’s pose.

“You're rather enchanting when you do all your cool hand motions and magic and It's just soothing! You have this way of just drawing people in, I always find myself just caught in your haze and it's not m-” Bernard's mindless ramble, with his hands speaking just as just as fast as himself, made you chuckle to yourself, causing him to catch himself. He bit his lip, a nervous action he did when he felt as if he's said too much.

You reached out to grab his nervous, fidgety hands. “I caught myself watching you too. You get so in the zone when you oversee the workshop, sometimes I'd sneak up to watch you. Curtis always tended to catch me, he wanted him to get over myself and say something. I just couldn't…” Bernard smiled, now knowing his ‘unrequited’ feelings weren't totally unrequited, in fact they were the opposite.

Somehow you convinced Bernard to take the day off, telling him how Christmas was still months away and everyone was right on track. He let himself have the day, he couldn't miss the opportunity of getting to call you his for a second time.

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (10)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Innuendos; Racially Degrading language; Graphic Depictions of Violence

Genre: Humor! angst

Word Count: 5.2K

<Chapter 9

10. Good Girl

Voe and Alastor laugh as they sit together discussing the King

“Tell me, when he would carry you to his bed chamber, would he struggle due to his height?”

Voe takes a shot and shakes her head “No, but he only did that once. And like he’s really cute, but I like to wear heels and I want my partner to be still taller than me when I wear them,” she cackles

“Oh he’s so cute and he’s so short, I bet when you wore heels you were too tall!”

She turns to him “I just said that!” He continues on cackling and Voe pokes his nose, causing him to turn up and look at her “You’re drunk!”

“You’re drunk!”

“We’re both drunk! Oh my goodness, when Lucifer gets drunk he’s so whiny and sentimental,” she scrunches her face

“Oh I know I heard him going on and on to Charlie about Lilith this and Lilith that,”

She shakes her head “Lilith!”

“And then it makes Charlie emotional and ruins the whole night!”

Voe pours herself some more brandy and chucks it back “I don’t know how to break it off,”

“I find it best to rip it off like a band-aid,”

She points at his chest “How would you know?”

“Whatever!” Alastor pushes her arm and she falls off her chair and onto the floor with a yell. Alastor looks down and then goes over to help her. He reaches down for her “Are you alright?”

Voe stands up and stumbles into Alastor slightly “You pushed me!” she pushes him back by his arm

“And look, now you’ve gotten even,” he grabs her arms “Come here,”

“What?” she looks up at him

Alastor stares at her in silence as he holds her up “Uhhh,” normally Alastor could run his mouth a mile a minute, but now he suddenly couldn’t find the words. 

“What?” she repeats, staring at him, clenching her fists over and over

“Uh I-“ he grabs a piece of her hair and looks down at it “Split ends…” Voe scoffs before she hears someone clear their throat in the doorway. They both turn to look and it’s Lucifer standing there, his face fallen. “Ah I think you two should have a conversation!” Alastor pushes her out and closes the door behind her, leaving her all alone with the King

Lucifer scoffs “What did he want?”

She turns to him “Nothing,”

“So, I was planning our next date, I was thinking we could go to Ozzie’s, but it’ll be pretty tight. Won’t that be fun?”

Voe scratches her head “No, that wouldn’t be fun,”

“Okay! Well, we can do whatever you want. What do you want to do?”

“Lucifer, we’ve reached an iceberg,”

“What do you mean? An iceberg would be pretty impossible, it’s really hot down here,” he chuckles

She looks to the side “Do you know what an iceberg is?”

“Of course I do! I was just…joking,”

“It’s the death of a ship,”

Lucifer looks around in confusion “I don’t understand, are you upset with me,”

She shakes her head “No Lucifer I’m not mad at you,”

“Okay well, maybe did you want to-“

“No! I don’t want to do anything with you! I’m not mad at you because you don’t even do anything to make me mad!”

“Of course not! I would never want to make you upset,”

Voe stomps in place “Dammit Lucifer, you’re boring! Okay? There, you made me say it!”

He blinks “Okay, well maybe we could do something that you like, so you won’t be bored,”

Voe shakes her head “Are you really that attached to me?”

“I- I care about you,”

“Do you love me?”

Lucifer blushes and looks away before answering. He clears his throat “I don’t know, I mean I do. I mean, maybe,”

“Why?”

“You’re wonderful,”

“I know I am, but goddammit! I just don’t have a bond with you y’know? I don’t feel that with you!”

He grabs her arm “Maybe we could work something out. I could be better, I can change!”

“I-“ she blushes, not knowing what to say “Who told you to fall in love with me, huh?! Who told you that was a good idea?? I never did!! Why would you love me anyway??” She snaps back “Now look at you! Your heart is…broken,” she loses steam while ranting, pausing to look at Lucifer’s poor, sad eyes threatening to release tears before she turns and exits without another word. 

While making her way back to her room Alastor appeared in front of her, shocking her backward.

“Going already? I thought we were having such a nice conversation,”

She steadies herself “You slammed the door after me,”

“I slammed the door because I didn’t want to hear any bickering over my smooth jazz,”

Voe scrunches her face “Besides that, the last thing you said was that I had split ends,” she puts a hand on her hip “Is being an ass your default?” she smiles

“I was just telling you something true. I didn’t know you wanted someone to lie to you,”

“You could’ve, I don’t know, not mentioned it,” she says in an obvious tone

“You’d rather look in the mirror and find a bunch of split ends?”

“I have a salon appointment,” she tells him

“When?”

“Why?”

“Just asking,”

She stares up at him “Do you have something to say that isn’t about my hair?” she smirks “Why are you obsessed with it anyway? You wanna yank it?” she steps closer to him

He looks at her and in a sincere tone “I’m very happy that you’re no longer dating Lucifer,”

She blinks “Why?”

He shrugs “Now you can have so much more fun,”

She steps closer to him “With who?”

Alastor raises a brow “Who do you think?”

Vox cackles in his chair “And then what did he say?”

“He said I could have so much more fun,”

He continues cackling, leaning back, and kicking his feet “Have fun. What kind of fun do you think he’s talking about?”

She shrugs “I’m not really sure,” she lies “Is this over? Am I done?”

“Oh no! Far from it. You’re in the club now,”

She turns away from him “Vox…”

He whines mockingly “Aww, I guess someone doesn’t want to be part of the Vees. Did you forget why you were doing this? I bet you did,”

“Vox, it just feels like you have everything that you need, I don’t know what I’m doing there anymore,”

He stands “You know you just destroyed Lucifer? And he cried in his room for the rest of the night?”

“Wait, how do you-?”

“I want that for Alastor. I want you to wipe his smug-ass grin off his fucking face. I want him to fucking kill himself,”

Voe tilts her head “Vox! The only reason that I ‘destroyed’,” she looks away uncomfortable “Lucifer was because he fell in love with me,”

“And what do you think I want for Alastor? You think I want you to be buddy-buddy with him? Playing fucking Uno?” He stands up and slams his hands on the table “NO!”

She flinches, uncomfortable with the new tension in the room “You don’t have to yell,”

He leans forward on the conference table “No, I think I do. Because I don’t think that you get it!” his voice distorts as he speaks “This isn’t some silly little high school game where Jenny just goes home crying. I want ‘Jenny’ to implode. I want her destroyed, obliterated,”

She stops and stares at him in silence “…Who’s Jenny?”

Vox slams the table extra hard and stomps over to Voe “Okay, this isn’t going to work. This is your last chance,” He grabs her face and forces her to make eye contact. His eye turns into a swirl.

“No wait!”

He gets close and forces her eyes to stare into his, slowly her eyes turn into swirls as well “You take that 1930s ass bastard down, and do not let anything or anyone get in your way,”

“Yes, Vox,” she responds still being hypnotized

“Good girl,”

“Hey, Al! Just the demon I was looking for,”

Alastor turns around turns around inquisitively “Al? We’re on a nickname basis now,”

“Well I’m calling you Al, you can call me whatever you like,” she smirks and leans toward him

He raises his brow “Really?”

She nods “Yup,”

“Okay,”

“Look I know you don’t trust me completely, but I’m turning over a new leaf! I hope to do the same with you, maybe have some fun, like you said?”

“Hmm, we’ll see,”

Voe looks him up and down “Yes we will,”

“Hmm,” he responds and then walks away

Angel’s heel ad heard from behind Voe “Wow, laying it on a little thick are you?”

Voe turns to him “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, ya couldn’t stand him a few days ago, now you wanna ‘have some fun’?”

She smiles “That was his idea,”

“Uhuh,”

“What? A woman can’t change her mind?”

Angel shrugs “I don’t know, you just didn’t seem like the type of woman,”

“I’m full of surprises,���

“Clearly,”

Voe walks up to him “What? why you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“All suspicious like,”

“Maybe cuz ya acting suspicious,”

“How?”

“I don’t know. I just find it weird that I see you with the Vees and now all of a sudden you’re being nice to Alastor,”

Voe scoffs “I already told you, I don’t work for them, and besides if I did, why would I be being nice to him?”

“Then where do you go every day?”

Voe shakes her head  “What?”

“You ain’t slick, you leave every weekend and come back with a whole new attitude,”

“What I do on the weekends isn’t really your concern though, is it?”

He stares at her “I’m trying to keep you safe,”

“I’m a big girl I can take care of myself,”

Angel approaches her “And you just got here, you don’t know what the Vees are really like, you think that they can help you but they’re really dangerous. Not very kind people,”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because I don’t work for them,”

“Good,” he turns and starts walking away “Have a good night,”

“You too,” she calls after him and waits for him to be out of view.

Voe pulls out her phone and starts texting

u need 2 do something about Angel

he’s onto me

VAL:

gotchu baby 👍🏽

She slides her phone back into her back pocket and glares off into the direction that Angel walked in, nothing and no one was getting in the way of her fame. 

Today Voe wore a strapless pink fringe mini-dress and vintage pink mary janes. She twirls around the Hotel constantly to see and feel the fringe move. She found herself dancing to music in her head. She felt the success on the tips of her fingers, she was almost there.

“Meow!” she said out of happiness “Meow meow meow!” she called as she danced throughout the hall. She was quite light on her feet, turning on the balls of her feet as the fringe on her dress stayed in the air. She does an impromptu side aerial and lands directly in front of Alastor, who simply takes a step back and opens his eyes in surprise, half at the fact that she can do what he just saw and the other half at the outfit she had on. Voe was breathing a bit heavily from her unscheduled solo and stood before the Overlord in silence while she gathered herself.

“Sorry,” she said between breaths “That wasn’t for you to see,” she smiled, face flushed slightly

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. That was some fancy footwork there,”

She fans herself with her hands “Why thank you,”

“It’s my pleasure,” he gives her hand a kiss

“Do you dance?”

“I do a little here and there,”

Voe seems impressed “Oh really? Can you show me?”

Alastor snaps and fast jazz starts playing and he begins to dance, grabbing her hand and daring her to keep up with him. She had to keep looking down at her feet, but her pace was similar to his. She slips slightly, but Alastor covers it by catching and dipping her, much like Angel did, but keeping her low this time.

Voe finds herself breathing heavily once more while she stares up into the Radio Demon’s eyes. he lifts her back up just as quickly as he dipped her.

“Wow, that was something,” she says

Alastor looks away and fixes his hair “I apologize, I can’t resist a chance to dance,”

“You’re really good actually,”

“I know,” he smirks and stares at her while Voe looks at his lips “What a lovely outfit you have on!”

“Thank you,” she looks down at her clothes “I love how the fringe feels,”

He looks her up and down “Anytime,”

They stand in the hall awkwardly, enjoying each other’s presence when the silence i broken by the click of Angel’s heels as he trudges through the hall. Voe turns around and is shocked to see the black eye he has.

“What happened to you?” she asked

“Uh, just hard shoot, you know porn gets pretty aggressive,”

“Damn, that aggressive?”

“Uh yeah, you should check out Val’s lounge,”

She looks him up and down “Well take care of yourself,” she offers

“Yeah,” he responds trudging past them to his room

Voe gets a text on her phone that she doesn’t dare open in front of Alastor. She looks up to see him staring at her.

“Are you going to get that?”

She waves him off “No, I’ll look at it later. When my view is less…riveting,” she flirts. His grin widens at the compliment.

When she gets back to her room she finally takes out her phone to look. It was a text from Val.

i hope hes being a good boy now 

And another one came in at that moment.

need anything else baby i got u ;)

And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to take Angel’s black eye along with this text and figure out what really happened. That’s not what she had meant when she’d asked Val to take care of it, that’s not what she’d meant at all. But….if it worked, who was she to argue? She put her phone back down on the nightstand and lay down, staring at the door until her eyes burned and her lids fell closed.

She racked her brain trying to find ways to get Alastor to trust her. Should she force him? Hmm? How would she even do that? Maybe cook for him? No, he eats deer carcasses. She was still racking her brain when she approached him.

“Hello,” she announces her presence to the Overlord

He turns and his eyes fixate on her “Hello,” he greets her back

“It’s the weekend,” she tells him

Alastor raises an eyebrow “Indeed it is…?”

Voe gestures to the Hotel doors “I’m going for my walk,” she told him, something she had made up “Would you like to come with me?”

His other brow raises as well as he stares at her in surprise. He returns to his normal expression and answers “Sure,”

Voe was more focused on finding a route to walk that would make sense for her to do every weekend, something that she could make it seem like she knew. He was beside her the entire time of course, but they didn’t really speak for a while. He seemed comfortable in the silence, however.

Alastor was wondering what the point of inviting him on this walk was and what she wanted to get out of him. He was on guard clearly but was hoping this new game she was playing was at least entertaining. He turns to her and breaks the silence, asking

“Were you…well-liked while you were alive?”

She’s surprised by his question but answers without missing a beat “As far as I’m aware, yes. Some people dislike me of course, but that’s to be expected when you’re on top,”

“Hmmm. Did you enjoy being on top? Was it worth it?”

“I’d say it was,”

“Did you have any real friends?”

She sucks her teeth “I had two girls that I was with a lot, Karmen and Mandi were their names but I don’t know if I would call them my friends really. I guess my only friend was my sister,”

“Hmm, that must have been awfully sad,”

Voe shrugs “Sometimes that’s how it has to be,”

“I suppose you’re right. You’d make a fantastic Overlord,”

She grins “I know right? Do you have any friends?”

Alastor pokes out his chest “I have tons of friends,”

She seems skeptical “Really?”

“Really. I’ve been here for a very long time, my dear. I’ve made many friends,”

“Like who?”

“Too many to count,” he dismisses the question

Voe laughs “You don’t have any friends,”

“And neither do you,”

“I didn’t say that I did,”

They walk in silence for a few more moments before Voe breaks it this time.

“Would you like to be friends?”

“Aww, of course, I’ll be your friend,” he speaks condescendingly

She raises a brow “This isn’t just for me, it’s for you as well,”

“Aww, how sweet,”

Voe slaps his arm “Stop making fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun of you,”

“Yes, you are,”

“Are you upset?”

She shakes her head “No, of course not. It takes more than that to piss me off,”

“Then why do you think I’m making fun of you just because you want to be my friend?’

“Do you not want to be my friend?”

He leans down “Of course, I want to be your friend,” 

Voe grabs the sleeve of his coat and pulls him so he looks her in the eyes “I’m serious,”

They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before Alastor says “I suppose that you have a new friend then,”

Voe blinks rapidly while staring into his eyes, being clear-headed for a moment before returning to normal. The lust for fame returning. She grins

“Good,”

“Where do you usually walk to?”

“Just around,”

“Have you been everywhere in Pentagram City?”

She shakes her head “Not even close,”

“Do you walk somewhere new every day?”

“No,”

“That must get boring,”

“It’s not the walk that I pay attention to, it’s my thoughts,”

“What do you think about?”

“Anything, everything. Like the things I did while alive and if I still stand by them, the Hotel, money, and what I see other people doing. Sometimes you,”

He is intrigued “What about me?”

“Like your whole deal,”

“My deal?”

“Yeah, like your whole persona,”

“I don’t have a persona, this is who I am,” he asserts

Voe smirks “Sure it is,”

“And this is who you are?”

She shrugs 

“Mhmm,”

“We’re talking about you!”

“And I’m talking about you. Actually, let’s stop talking about me, and start talking more about you,”

Voe seems taken aback “What about me?” she lowers her voice

“You and your ‘cringey’ persona,”

“Cringey?”

“Your ‘Queen Bee’ act,”

“Oh, that’s not an act. I am the Queen Bee,”

Alastor scoffs “Okay,”

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“Oh, there’s something going on in that brain,”

“And yours as well,”

“Okay, Alastor,”

“We may be friends but I still don’t trust you,”

“What a shitty friendship,”

“Like the ones you had while alive? Or with your sister? Kinda sad, huh?”

She seems offended “Not really, what’s sad about that? I think your best friend being your mom is a lot sadder,”

“My best friend wasn’t my mother,” his grin tight

“Really?”

“Really. Why was your best friend your sister anyway? I assumed a ‘Queen Bee’ would have loads of friends,”

“The Queen isn’t friends with her subjects,” she sighs “I find it hard to relate to most people anyway,” she hugs her body and sadly meows.

He looks at her with contempt “I can see why,”

Voe doesn’t look up at him for a bit and the sound of a ringtone snaps her out of her trance, realizing that it’s her ringtone. 

“Important call?”

She removes her phone from her pocket, the caller ID saying Vox “Yep um I need to take this,” she tells Alastor, going around the corner “Hello?” she whispers into the phone

“What the hell is going on? Where are you?? Do you have my info or do you want to be homeless?”

“I can’t really talk right now,”

“Why not? What are you doing??”

“I’m with him,” her volume lowers

“Look, you need to have some information by tonight or we’re gonna have to have another little talk,”

“Okay okay!” she hangs up, coming back around the corner “Hi, sorry about that,”

“Business call?”

She looks around “You could say that,”

Alastor looks down at her “Where were we?”

“Talking about you hopefully!”

“I think that’s enough talking about me,” He narrows his eyes “Why do you want to know so much information about me?”

Voe scoffs “I’d hardly call it ‘so much’, I asked twice,”

“Tell me more about you and you being a ‘Queen Bee’. Do people even know you down here?”

“Well I’m on a Billboard,” she beams with pride

“One? Not multiple?”

“Screw you, how many billboards are you on?”

He puffs out his chest “I don’t need to be on billboards to be known. When people hear the name of the ‘Radio Demon’, they set themselves ablaze. When they hear ‘Voe the Billboard Doe’ they tilt their heads,” He tilts his head mockingly

“I don’t think I would want people to kill themselves when they hear my name,”

“Please, it is much better to be feared than loved,”

“How would you know? Seeing as how no one loves you,”

“And somebody loves you?”

“I’m not saying it’s better to be feared than loved,”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter who loves us now. If anyone who ‘loved’ us saw us now, they’d want nothing to do with us,”

She does not know how to respond to that comment. Would her sister accept her as this? A demon, a sinner? Whatever she was now.

“Has anyone…ever loved you?”

“Has anyone ever loved you?”

“Stop turning my questions back on me!”

“Aww,” he pinches her cheek

Voe slaps his hand away “So I guess that’s a no, huh?”

“It is but, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t have to be surrounded by thousands of people,”

“Are you insulting me?”

“Well, my dear if the shoe fits!”

“You don’t have to be mean,”

“Neither do you,”

“Why are you so interested in me?”

“Why are you so interested in me?” he smirks

Voe crosses her arms “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“I try my best,”

She rolls her eyes “I suppose we can go back to the hotel,”

“If that’s what you would like,” he wore a smug grin on his face.

As they reach the hotel, Alastor turns to Voe and speaks

“That was nice,”

She rolls her eyes “Oh really,”

He nods once “Isn’t it nice to have a conversation that isn’t about you?” he smirks again

She stares at him “You’re unbelievable,” she can’t help but laugh

“As are you,” he smiles warmly at her, reaching down and kissing her hand “Have a good evening,” and he dissipates away

Voe takes out her phone and dials for Vox.

“Vox,” she called him from outside the establishment

“What?”

“I think I found the ultimate thing,”

“Spit it out!”

She swallows and says “He said no one has ever loved him,”

Vox cackles on the other side of the phone “That’s it! That’s the thing! That’s it! You can come back, just make sure he watches the show tonight, all right? And hey”

“Yeah?”

“Good job,” he hangs up and Voe runs her thumbs over the screen, trying to bite back a smile before she enters the hotel.

Voe knocks on Alastor’s radio tower door, he opens it, grinning when he sees her “Hello, my dear. Did you need something?”

She nods, looking flirty “Yes. I need you to come downstairs,”

“Okay, what for?”

“Well, I know you’re not a huge fan of television, however, there’s something on that I think you won’t want to miss,”

“Hmm, then I guess I will see,”

She smiles “I’ll be downstairs,” she gives him a wink and he smirks in return

Alastor wonders what she has in store for him as he descends the stairs. Making his way to the parlor he found that the TV was already on, tuned onto Vox 2-Nite. He rolled his eyes, but perhaps Vox was going to make a fool of himself and it would put him in a good mood.

“Before we end the show I would like to dedicate this section to a dear friend. You know him, The Radio Demon, otherwise known as Alastor Fatono, or however you say his dumbass last name. Was that your mom’s last name or was she dumb enough to keep it after your dad gave you two black eyes and then left? Twinsies!” The crowd laughs at his joke “Bet you and your mom got really close after that. Did you hit that or nah? Or did your dad take care of that too?” He scoffs “Well of course he did, what am I saying?” he takes a moment to pause and breathe “But seriously folks I don’t wanna get in the way of these lovers. Love is love, right? But how far is anyone willing to go? To your mom? Come on buddy!! Isn’t there someone for you? Wait, no there isn’t. I wouldn’t wanna love a prick like that either! But seriously, your dad couldn’t stick around long enough to at least give you siblings?? That’s gotta suck!!” he turns to whisper “Is it ‘cuz your mom is Black?” he laughs “Of course she’s not! Right? You’re not a mulatto, are you??” Vox stares at the screen “AHH OF COURSE NOT!!!! AHHH AHHHHH! AHHH YOU! You know Al, I thought you were this big bad thing when I met you, but I realize that now that you’re just a huge fucking CUNT!” his expression turns from serious to smiling “Well that’s all on Vox 2-Nite, play me out guys! PLAY ME OUT!”

Alastor throws his cane at the television screen, breaking it, everyone flinching at the impact. 

“You okay Alastor?” Charlie spoke when no one else would. 

“Just fine, my dear,” he wrenched his can from the broken television “I just need to go in a walk,” his voice distorting as he grew giant and bursts through the wall. 

“There goes that wall,” 

Alastor rampages through the city, destroying cars, buildings, and demons with every step. His tentacles cause damage to things out of reach. 

The Vees stand by the window watching as Alastor approaches the building. 

Vox cackles “Voe go out there,”

Voe turns in shock “What?”

“Go out there,”

“Why?!”

Valentino chirps up “You’re the one who got him mad,” he purred in his melodic accent

“He doesn’t even know I’m part of this!”

“I know! And you know what would be funny? You just tell him!”

“Priceless,” Val hisses 

“Do I have to?” She asks 

“Oh yeah! You have to!” Vox chortles 

Voe sighs and opens the window, jumping out and gaining size. Her wings spread as she used them to come face-to-face with Alastor.

Even with his radio dial eyes, Alastor seems confused “What are you doing here?”

“This is gonna be good!!!” Vox positioned his drones to point towards the pair.

“This is where I live Alastor,” she pauses “I work for the Vees,” 

A record scratch is heard and Alastors voice distorts “I̴͈͈̠̻͍͘’̶͚͉͐́m̸̡̻̳̳̟̗̒̈́ ̵̫͙̲̱̔̿̆̒̚s̷̪̞̟͐̽͘͜o̸̹̯̕̕ṟ̸̉̈́͑r̴̦͌͐͂y̴̻̅?̵͇͎̋̿͝”

“I work for the Vees,”

“Y̶̨̱̦͉̦͑̅̾̓͗̍̊ǫ̴̡̥̹̽ǔ̸̧̖̟͠ ̴̡̗̘̺͈̪̈̓̓̎͘̕w̵̯̆͐̈̍̑͘ë̶͕́͐̃͝r̸̡̧̩͉͉̻̿̊̓̑͆é̷̳̫̝ ̶̦̠̑̎̈́͒̏̾̓t̴͍̫̣͓̳̹͚̎̉̾͊̀͠͝h̵̪͙͉̜̫̍̏́̃͠e̸͓͋̑̓̏̕͜͠ ̸̡̡͑̈́̃̐̄ǒ̴̠͈̩͈͉̲̅n̶̛̙̫̮͜ȇ̴̛̥̗̖̣ ̶̢͙̦̗̤͂w̴̢̹̠̍̀̃͑ḧ̴̢͕́ȏ̶̻̊̍͜ ̶̜͈̟̀̊͘t̷̨̼̳̽͜ő̸̤̱̬̱̇l̸̛̩̼͗̅̆̓̑d̷̪̬̲̙͔͇̎͝ ̴̦̤̝͚́͂͑́̈́̕t̸̮̗̽h̶̡̉̎̀͂̍e̴̮̩̲̖̫̓̀̄͋͌͂̕m̶̛͙͚̼̠̘̺͌́̈́͜͝͠ ̷̡̨̳̙̫̜͋͛͛a̶̹̐̒̒͝͝b̵̭̜͕̦͇̊͛̏̀̾͜͝o̴̰͈̐ú̸̠̪͔͇͖͉̃̕t̶̖͓͕̉̅̆͐̄̕ ̵͖̮̲͖̩͗̍̏̒̓́̈́m̸̯̗̞̘̻̭̄͊͛́͜e̶̢̢͔̭͍̣̙̎͌̕?̵̡̱̰̰̀͋” She nods “B̶̡̫͓̙͑͊́̒̋ͅu̴̧͉̲͗̋̈́̓ṭ̵͖̩͋̋̒̀̓̇ͅ ̴͕̥͓̩̦̉̎͒̅̂̚͠h̶̻̞́̀̓͊ơ̷̰͈̌w̶̰̎͑́̅̆͗̕ ̴̤͈̓͗͛̈́̿͘̚d̸̩͐͋i̸͇͆̑͠͝ͅd̴̨̡̛̰͇̝̀́̾̇ ̷̺͙̣̦̻̾͌̔͘̕ͅỳ̴̻̖̘̫̥̼̿͆̋͂ó̷͙̆͑̃̇̏ų̸̠͙̦̱̖̅̏ ̴̛͇̺͓̙̹̆̅̔̋͌͝k̶̨͓̙̳͓̣͕̉̿̿̉̔̃͠n̴̨̳͕̬̙̝̻̑̈́͝o̴͉͗̌̿͘w̵̲̿̒̏̏͝ ̷̧̥̗͔͚̇͑̅̿͝͝a̷̡̢̩̎̉̈́͂̀̐̕b̷̝̯̂̈̿́̿͑ó̷̡̲̮͓̖̦͂̂̿̎̍̚u̸͖̩̫͆̓̆̄̇͘t̷̢͓̩̘̍ ̴̨͙̟̙̦̍̏̒m̶͔͖̯̙̒͋̊̎ͅý̸̡͎̥̣̭͚́̆̃̉͗̕͜ ̷̨̥̠͍̩͐̆͂f̴͕͔͖͔͉̗̄͐̀͗͂a̸̧͍̥̗̥͇̻̓́̃͒̉t̴̬̥̻̰̀h̷̥̐̂̅́͛̏̚e̵͉͕̓͆͗̚r̸̠̹̼͑̂̇?̶̙̣̻̻͌̈́̍̅̉͂̽ ̶̠̼̭͉̍͋̈́̿͛͑͝I̸̥͕̞̺͖͇͗̄̽̿̎̍̇ ̷͙̬͎͙̞͑n̵̢̮͍͚͙̼̝̈͐́̌̈́̉̓è̷̠̩͓̞̱̰͕̀̓̈́v̵̳̬̾̉e̵̬̹̓̽̄̀̒͜ŕ̵̤̼̻͍̉͂̑̎ ̴̧̫̦̍́͌̆̎́t̵̢͖̙͚̙͙̤͘o̴͚̲̹̭̿̒͒͌̌̑̐͜l̴͕̬͆̌͠d̴̛͙͍̺̩̙͖̠̿͑̅ ̴̡̧̞̩͒̑̅͜ỵ̴̪̞̼͙̜̈́͊̊ơ̵̬̣̥̈́̌͌̀̿u̵̺̹͊̎͂ ̵̣͌̇͌̐̊a̶̮͇̲͇̼̼̬͌̀̅̂͝b̶̧͉̻̲̮͗̆͌͋̚o̷̡̢̘̞̗̔͑͒̈̅͒͝ǘ̶̟̙̘̺̮͐̒͒͊͝͠t̵̠̣̐͗̑̽̈̔̅ ̴̧̛̻̣̼̼̯̈́̈́͌̾͊h̴͓̙̤͎̞̀̈́̇̏̂͛i̷̹̫̔̾̀͝ͅm̵̯̟̱͖̪̬̀͑̅̐̚͠͝,̷͎̗͔͔̱̆̃”̵̨͙͑̾̍̀͗

“I stole your file…from Lucifer,”

“W̵̛̟͑̐̈͘h̸̡̙͕̜́y̷̹̼͕̬̳̓̈̅̆?̶̢̃̈”

She flies around in front of him “Why else?” She laughs “Fame!” 

“Y̵̦͛͋͐̃͐̽͋ő̵̢̩̞̽͗u̶̲͓̭̼̯͖̔̈́̾̊̓͊̀͘͜ ̴̨͉͙̜̘̮̳̣̼̋̐̐̍t̴̰̪̲̣̀͝ͅͅȟ̸̢̖̼̭̥̗̰́͠i̵̧̫͎͔̼̿̇́̔͂͒͜n̸̼͎̪̺̬̉͊͐͂̑͠k̴̛̪̬̮͓̖͊͗̆̋̚͝ ̷̙̹̯̝̹̲̰̺͊̑̽͠͠ẗ̸̨̤̜̣͉̝̹͕̬̀̓͂́h̶̨̨̝̗̱̤̹̊̍͘e̷̝͗́̕ ̵̖̈́̆̓́̎̈́V̴͎͕̚e̸̢͔̞̤̹̟̦̭̬̍͗͋̄̂̂̎͝e̸̬̞̟̬̭͛̓̇s̵̨̨͇͔̣̀͒̒͌̀͒̈́̕ ̴̢̗̦̦̲̼̄̂w̷̰͙̗̫͕̅́̔͑̋́͗͗ị̵͍̘̬͚͈͙̹̻́̆̀l̷͇̠̫̺̞̙͍̂̓̃l̵̛̙͈̳̤̹̿̈́̿͛ ̵̢̧͙̰̘̫̣̍̄̓̔̆͝g̸̢̠͙̟̜̘͚͕̜̾̐̍͝i̸̼͖͉̲̓̏v̵͇̦̿ͅê̷̩͙̹̹̬̟̓̾̋̈́̏̋̓ ̷͓͒̃͑͌̈́y̴̻̰̟̺͜͝ȏ̵̰̭̝͍̜̬͊̆̓̽̈́̔̊͝ͅų̸͙͙̘̲̱̪̄̾̈̈̄̚̕-̵̬͔̻̺̓“̶̨̳̯̥͎̦͇̊̈́̌͜͝ͅ”

“Yes.” She cures him off “More than you ever could,” she looks him up and down

A tentacle comes and slams her into the ground. 

“Holy shit!” Vox jumps up and down

Voe burns the tentacle with her fire breath, forcing him to lift it off of her. She severs it using her nails and then pokes him in the eyes as well. She kicks him the the gut with her heels as he tries to grab hold of her. Voe breathes more fire in his face and he finally catches her in another tentacle. She struggles to free herself, but Alastor’s grip is solid. He brings her closer to his face to feast on her flesh. 

Amid the battle, Voe’s thoughts become clear as she stares into the heated and fury-filled eyes of the Radio Demon. In that moment she knew and had no clue of what she was doing all at once. She grabbed the demon’s face and planted a deep kiss on his lips. His eyes widened and his tentacles flapped about destroying buildings in the process. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back, deepening it. They carry on like that until a drone strike takes them by surprise, hitting Alastor in the chest once they separate. Voe watches as he falls to the ground from the surprise attack, representing his fall from grace. Thus ends the aura for the mighty Radio Demon.

Voe flies back to V-Tower, meeting a satisfied Vox when she lands

“Good distraction, my dear. He never saw it coming. I was a little disappointed that you didn’t kill him, but then I realized how much better it would be for him to live, seeing how the Vees have finally won. So good job on knowing what I want without me having to tell you,” he rubs her shoulder

About two weeks later she traverses the halls of V-Tower, singing to herself, when Angel Dust came across her. He bumped into her and looked away when he realized who he was face-to-face with

“Angel? What a coincidence. Well, I’m not really surprised considering that we work in the building together,” she noticed how withdrawn he seemed “What?” she asked him “Why do you look like that?”

Angel looked up with scorn on his face “We not exactly on the best terms Voe,”

“You looked me in my face and lied,”

She nods “Yeah, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing, I’m just disappointed,”

Voe closes her eyes for a while, opening them with a new vigor “That doesn’t matter, we work at the same place, and I am now your superior. So when you see me, you need to have a smile on your face,”

Angel scoffs and tries to push past her when Vox appears beside her “You heard her. Smile.” his voice distorting. Angel forces a smile just enough to be able to keep walking and get away from them. Voe looks after him as he walks away, her own expression falling slightly.

Vox slips his arm around her waist and pulls her close.

“Welcome to the Vees,”

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