BUNGO STRAY DOGS
RANDOM IDEAS:
Tailor
ANGO SAKAGUCHI:
Laundry and Taxes
Warm Confessions
ODA SAKUNOSUKE: nothing here yet....
CHUUYA NAKAHARA:
Goodbye, Hello
OSAMU DAZAI:
A Crown for My Favorite Boy + tetcho
DOPPO KUNIKIDA: nothing here yet....
TETCHO SUEHIRO:
So, you like dogs?
A Crown for My Favorite Boy +dazai
ASTUSHI NAKAJIMA:
Afar
How Do I Ask A Girl Out?
RYUNOKSUKE AKUTAGAWA: nothing here yet....
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HAZBIN HOTEL
ALASTOR:
Static Heart , Prequel Static Death , Static Remains
Say your Mine
Just the two of Us
Together....Together?
My Deduction
Happy Extra scene
Moments of Peace
My Boy
Time Being
Mini Series:
Babies! Besties or Food?
Platonic:
Dearly Departed PT 2
Memories of You
Like Him
Left Behind
Series:
I'm the Fool pt 1
VOX:
Lost in your Love,pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 pt 5 INCOMPLETE
Platonic:
My Only Sunshine
Lucifer:
GoodKnight
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Summary: Alastor stands incredibly silent staring out the windows on the balcony, unlike himself, at the Hazbin Hotel. What has him out of sorts today?
More Info: I had dream/nightmare somewhat like this.
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“Don’t you guys think Alastor’s acting kinda creepy?” Angel Dust says from his seat at the bar, looking at the Radio Demon with a bizarre look.
“Ain’t he always a creep?” Cherri says.
“Well, yeah, but he’s acting creepier than usual…”
Husk wipes down the glasses, arranging them in sizable manner, “I gotta agree with legs on this one,” He places the final glass down and looks up towards the balcony, “Alastor isn’t the type to stay silent for this long, usually he’s a dick.”
Cherri snorts, “Yeah, guess you’re right.”
The front doors open and you walk in with bags of groceries. Sure, you can just summon the items yourself, but that takes away the fun of shopping around. The store wasn’t as packed, so you took your time. Picking up every knick-knack, flipping through the pages of a romance novel, all aisles were looked thoroughly. You had asked Alastor to go with you, but he simply stated he had plans.
“Everything okay?” You say placing the bags on the bar table, taking out some of the items. You pass some bags of chips towards Cherri and Angel which they gladly take.
“Yeahhh, kinda.” Angel says with crunch of the limón chips.
“Hmm?” You pass Husk a new drink called “Satan’s Wrath”, its tagline was “Soft on the tongue, Sharp on the soul”, whatever that meant.
“Your man over there is acting strange.” Cherri says taking the bottle from Husk, looking at it with an eager grin.
You look up towards the balcony to see Alastor staring at the window, his arms behind his back. He seems too still.
“Well, he’s always stra-”
“Not like this..”
It is odd to see him like this, usually by now he’s playfully threatening the guests, messing with Lucifer or doing anything to annoy anyone. You leave the bags on the table and make your way up the stairs to Alastor.
You suddenly feel a pit form in your stomach, making your steps slower as you reach your husband. Everything seems to fall silent, as if you’re not supposed to be here. The air grows tighter. Something’s wrong.
“Dear? Everything all right?” You inch your way towards him slowly.
Alastor flicks his ear.
“Bad day?”
He raises his arm, an offer for you to join him, which you gladly take. He holds your waist with a firm yet gentle grasp, rubbing his thumb in slow circles.
There are days when you don’t need to speak, days when silence speaks for itself. It’s calming. It’s solitude. Together the silence is reassuring. Today, however, the silence is heavy.
You raise your hand to caress his face, “You don’t need to say anything right now, but you know, you can talk to me, right?”
He nods, still looking forward.
This time you take in a clearer view of his face. His grin, large and crazed, reaches his sunken eyes. Sunken, in such way that there’s simply no pupils, no eyes, nothing. Dark and empty, soulless. They remind you of black holes.
Your entire body stills. What happened to him? Who did this to him? Why is he acting this way?
“Alastor.”
He turns his head slowly towards you, his grin never faltering. The empty sockets look at you in such a way that almost makes it endearing. You push yourself away from him slightly, but his grip on you remains, holding you in place.
“I’m not going anywhere, I just…want to look at you.” He doesn’t completely release you but lets you shift in his hold.
You raise your hands toward him, asking for his permission to touch him. He nods once again and you place both of your hands on his face, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. His skin feels somewhat hollow.
“You’re not feeling well, are you?”
He shakes his head slowly.
“Do you want to head to bed? How about your radio tower? I think some music might do you some good.” You say, smiling at him.
He answers by pushing his forehead to yours, nuzzling you. He’s never done this out in the open. Whatever happened in the few hours you’ve been gone must have seriously done a number on him. You should be scared, finding his behavior downright scary, but he’s still Alastor, he’s still your husband.
You peck his lips and take his hand, “Come on, lets-” As you turn around a figure stands before you in the shape of your husband, Alastor.
“Darling, come here, slowly…”
You freeze. The Alastor that stands in front of you holds his staff tightly and his eyes, they’re bright, with a tinge of dials that grow angry, with a slight hint of fear. Those eyes, you recognize them.
You move to step forward, but the second you do so, the being that stands behind you immediately clutches your shoulders, pulling you back into him. You feel his breath linger over your ear.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Alastor moves towards you in small steps, “I suggest you release her.” His grin tightens.
The being walks backwards, pulling you along with him. You feel his sudden dark aura form around you. Just like your husband, the being summons black tentacles from his back, slamming them in front of Alastor. His hold on you is tight, yet gentle, almost as if the being is afraid you’ll disappear.
You sense this fearfulness in this being as you turn your head towards him. The being’s neck has stretched, cracking as it bends towards your husband. His static begins to surround the room, growling as he does so. Its hands grow larger, encasing you in its grasp. Before it encloses you completely, you touch one of his fingers, petting it softly.
The static drops almost immediately. The being twists his head, quickly facing you. His grin is large and menacing, it reminds you so much of your husbands.
“It’s okay…I’m not going anywhere.” You smile softly.
The being’s form returns to its natural state, taking the appearance of your husband once more. His breathing evens out, and he lets you go but you still stay by his side.
Alastor on the other hand, is seething with rage, quietly. If it were up to him, he would have killed this being immediately. He calms himself with the notion that you aren’t hurt, still he keeps his guard up.
You hold the beings’ hand, stroking it gently, “You… you’re Alastor, right?”
The being nods.
“Okay, let’s talk…”
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It needs to die. This thing cannot stay here. No matter how much it looks like him. Alastor would have rather thrown this being out, instead you sat it down on his chair in your shared room.
“I know that-”
“Now, my dear, why don’t I take care of this?” Alastor says cutting you off, glaring at the being.
You give Alastor a stern look, already knowing where this is heading, “I feel like he would be more comfortable if I stayed here.”
“Mmmm, have you already forgotten it practically took you hostage?” He grins, grabbing your arm, pulling you away out of earshot, “I promise I won’t do anything…” He caresses it delicately, “…yet.”
You look over to the being, his eyes were still dark and deep, and sigh, “Don’t hurt him.” You say to Alastor.
The being watches as you walk over to him, his grin grows, “I’m going to leave for a couple of minutes, I trust my husband to not do anything rash.” You crouch down and take his hands, “I trust that you won’t doing anything either, okay?”
The being takes a deep breath. In….out….in…out. Finally, he nods. You smile and pat his hands, before walking out of the room.
As the door shuts, Alastor slams his staff on the ground, but the being doesn’t flinch.
“Speak.”
The being raises its head, eyes still vacant of any life.
“I’m giving you a chance to speak, won’t you take it?” Alastor bends down, “I want to know what you are, and what exactly you desire.” Static grows around the room, “Speak.”
“You.” The being’s voice is raspy and harsh. He picks up one of his claws pointing it at Alastor, “You.”
Alastor huffs, “I beg to differ,” he straightens his posture, “You may look like me, but you certainly aren’t.”
“I killed him.”
“Killed who?”
“Art in Heaven.”
“Is this some sort of joke? I don’t think I-”
“Our Father.”
The silence that follows isn’t any sort of peacefulness instead its full of tension, yet it dissipates.
“I see.” Alastor walks over to his table grabbing two glasses and pours some sazerac. He hovers the glass in front of his other self.
The being takes it gratefully, taking a long slow sip.
“I have a feeling I know what you want, but I want you to tell me why.” Alastor summons a chair and takes a seat in front of the being.
The being turns his head to a photograph that’s sitting on the vanity. It’s a photo of you, smiling. Now, Alastor isn’t one for photos, he could care less about being in them, but a picture of you is something he adores. In fact, he has a photo of you in his pocket watch, something you have no idea he has. For every time he looks at the clock, he knows there’s still time to be spent with you. Time that you now both have in this afterlife. Even if he was gone for seven years, he’ll make it up, eventually.
Shadows summon the photo into the beings’ hands. Gently he places a claw on the photo, outlining your smile. His breath begins to heave quietly as he brings the photo close to his face.
“Left.”
Alastor nods.
“Gone.”
Alastor finishes his drink.
“Dead.”
Instead of tears falling, static rises from the being. It grows rapidly and sinks into massive amounts. He grips the frame tighter, the drink forgotten.
“I left.”
“For how long?”
“Seven years.” The being shakes his head.
Alastor doesn’t truly know what to say. He, too, left for seven years without telling you. Still, you’re here, alive. “How?” Alastor asks, even though he has an idea how she perished.
“Angels.” The being looks Alastor in the eyes, now holding the frame to his chest. “First extermination.”
While it may seem that Alastor is cold, and heartless, with no means of ever being a good person. If his wife were to die, this one light in the darkness were to go out, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do with himself.
Alastor leans forward, “You can’t take my wife from me.” He uses his staff to poke the being’s chest. “You do realize that, correct?”
“See.”
“What?”
“Again.”
“I cannot blame you for wanting this chance. A chance to see her again. To forgive yourself of this guilt, but she isn’t yours. The woman you lost is gone.”
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I want to make a part 2 but idk. Anyways, I've had this idea brewing for a while and I finally got it done (somewhat). I wanted to lean into a bit of the horror aspect since in my flash fiction class, we're learning how to write horror. So please tell me how I did on this!
Thank you so much for the love on the posts, it really does mean a lot that you all are still reading my work even though I haven't posted in a long time!
Sorry I haven’t been posting anything I’m going through some major writers block. It doesn’t help I start classes next Tuesday. So I’m trying to catch up on some movies and books before I go back to uni, because once classes start I try not to entertain myself with hobbies!
I had like 4 drafts but I don’t think there that good yet so I’m not gonna post them. I’ll try to post short fics as this semester goes on.
Thank you for the love on the fics! It truly means a lot that you’re enjoying them!!
Summary: Charlie is hosting a party in order to ease the tension with the citizens of hell. Excited for the party you decided to bring a plus one, however Alastor doesn't seem to please...
More info: This has been in the drafts for a while! I always wanted to write something like this. I do have extra scenes for them, if this gets enough love I'll post them!
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After a rough few days of unwise decisions and horrific interviews, Charlie decided on a way to the sinner’s hearts. What was that way? A party of course! Everyone loves parties and what better way to bring people together than a party?
Now, Alastor wouldn’t say he’s too happy about this. Sure, he can work the room, after all he is the host of this poor, pathetic hotel, but is it really necessary to invite everyone? Perhaps, he can destroy one of those electrical letters for that lowly picture box…. ah, who cares, it’s nothing he can’t handle.
As he sits at the bar pondering this notion, you come down the stairs with a glowing smile. Oh, that lovely smile, what a delightful being you are.
“Good morning, Alastor!” You say happily.
With an angelic voice too.
“Hellish morning to you too, my dear!” said Alastor as he twists his body around to face you, “And where are you off to today?”
“Well, as you know, Al, Charlie is having a party today, so I decided to bring over a plus one!”
“A plus one?”
“Oh, yes, I think you’ll like him!”
Alastor’s static sinks, “Him?”
You nodded your head excitedly, “Mmhmm! I’m going to give him a call, but right now I was looking for Angel, do you know where he is?”
“And why are you looking for Angel?” he asks.
You shyly look away, before looking back towards him, “Well, Angel invited me to go shopping with him, I’m hoping to find a new outfit for the party.”
Clothing shopping with Angel for man you haven’t seen in a long time….. do you think he’s stupid?
“I’m afraid I haven’t seen the fellow.”
“Oh, well…I hope to see you at the party, Alastor, I’d like to introduce him to you.” You say as you make your way to the lounge, “You both are quite alike.”
“Is that so…” he stretches his grin.
“I’m off to go find, Angel, see you tonight, Alastor! Goodbye Husk!”
Alastor smiles and waves goodbye as your image disappears. He turns back towards the bar, clenching the glass before taking a sip.
Husk watches from behind the bar, taking a bottle down, “Something the matter, boss?” he says with a slight grin.
Instead of answering, Alastor responds with a raise of his glass.
Who is him? Why are you so infatuated with him? Were you only smiling for him? Surely, this him is not appealing. Why does Alastor care for this nameless sinner? This is sinner who makes you smile.
He’ll have to see for himself who exactly this sinner is, if this him is truly worthy of your time. Yes, for no other reason at all.
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The sinners from before have arrived back to the hotel with hopes of a “party to end all parties” as it was called by the princess. Each come in with a bitter but eager look on their faces, because who can pass up on an all-access party?
Charlie is running around conversing with all the guests with Vaggie following behind to ease her tension.
Angel is hanging by the bar with Cherri as Husk pours them both a drink as they all chat about nothing too important.
Nifty is circled around as few of the sinner’s stare in amazement as she stabs the roaches who dare cross her pass, with Baxter watching in glee.
And Alastor? Well, he’s staring down from balcony with large grin, waiting for him to arrive. He doesn’t even know what he looks like.
Overlords begin to make their way in now, from that flat faced fool to Zestial. Sinners are speaking more quietly now, realizing that their souls may be one contract away from being in debt. Now, they’ve chosen to remain far, far away from them.
It almost seems like the entirety of pride ring is here.
After another moment of endless chatter, the front doors slowly open and they reveal a tall sinner. His appearance is filled with nothing but gray colors excluding his large black antlers on his head alongside his curls. He has a permanent frown on his serious face. As he walks in with stride, the sinner stops and looks around the room. Seems like he’s looking for someone.
“Evening, Alastor!” Your voice appears behind him.
Alastor turns around with a delightful grin on his face, “Evening, my dear,” He looks you up and down, “My, my don’t you look stunning.” His grin softens.
“You think so? I wanted something more simple than extravagant.” You say rather shyly.
“Of course! You truly are a beauty unlike any other.” He grins.
You walk towards the balcony and stand beside him. The silence between you two is comfortable. It was surprising how quickly you both got used to each other’s presence. While it was fun to torment the guests of the hotel, there are days when a calming presence is needed. Sometimes that calming presence can be a fun one. A tease here and there, a walk through the city, a simple chat over a delicious meal. What a wonderful time you both share.
Looking around at the guest chatting and wandering about, you spot him standing off to the side
“Oh, goodness! There he is!” You excitedly say. Immediately you make your way down the steps, but before you make it all the way down you turn back around facing Alastor, “Please wait here for a moment!” and you continue your way towards the sinner.
Alastor straightens his posture and watches with a keen eye as you make your way to the frowning sinner. This is him? This fool can’t even give you one smile! Oh, and now you’re hugging him! He doesn’t even look pleased! This is the one you were waiting for? This sinner who can’t even pretend to enjoy your presence!
Yet, you look so happy. Happy to be with this nameless sinner. Alastor sees you take hold of his arm, dragging him to meet with the others. You beckon the sinner to move slightly down to your height, giving him a kiss on the cheek while ruffling of his hair.
Ah, wait…. he must be your lover. You wanted to introduce him to show that you were taken.
He feels his face scrunch up as his grin tightens. For a moment, Alastor doesn’t know what to feel. You’re nothing more than a tolerable guest, so there is nothing to feel. Still, he aches.
Those nightly chats of nothing too important, just simply living in the moment. Those silent walks through the day as you both head anywhere but the hotel. Those simple touches that no one seems to see. Those longing stares.
They don’t mean anything.
Alastor shakes his head and turns around. He feels no need to entertain this silly ache any longer.
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Alastor sits alone in his room, the chair next to him begs silently for another to take a seat. There are two sets of cups on the table, one has gone cold, the other is half finished. Why does he feel the need to do this? Does he truly believe that she’ll knock on his door, forgetting the sinner, her lover? No, of course not. He’s not foolish, or maybe he is. He deserves to be foolish for once in his life. How unbecoming of him to desire such a need.
As he takes a sip, a knock is heard at the door.
Could it be?
Another knock.
“Alastor?” You say softly behind the door.
It is.
He stands up from his chair and teleports his way to the door, opening it.
“Well, I’m surprised to see you here, my dear.” He walks away from you and goes back to sitting in his chair. “I thought you’d be having the time of your life.”
“It wasn’t much fun without you there.” You say taking your seat.
“Is that so?” He grabs the cup once more taking a sip.
You nod your head, “I was really hoping you wouldn’t leave, I wanted to introduce you to-”
“To your lover? I don’t need to meet some nobody!” He huffs, slightly slamming his cup down before standing up walking towards the deeper part of his forest.
You follow him, “Lover?” you walk a bit faster to catch up with him.
“Precisely.” He continues to walk anywhere and nowhere at the same time, “You don’t need to be here, in fact, I don’t even know why you bothered coming here.”
“I wanted to spend time with you.”
Alastor stops walking, “For what reason? You have the time now to spend it with your lover. Why don’t you go do that instead!?”
“He isn’t my lover!”
Alastor turns his head, “What?”
You walk towards him, “He’s my son, you fool!”
He fully faces you now, “Son?”
“Yes! I wanted you to get to know him, help him.” You cross your arms, “Is that why you’re angry with me? Because you thought he was my…” You look down.
“My dear, I- ”
You start laughing, “ You..you thought he was my lover?!” You hold a hand to your stomach, “Alastor, why in the name of the seven rings would you think that?”
“How was I supposed to know?” Alastor waves his hands, “You never once spoke about him!”
You wipe a tear from your eye, “Oh, Alastor, if you’re so worried about me having a lover then you should know,” You grab the lapels of his coat bringing him closer to your face.
“I killed my husband.”
He stills for a second, before grinning largely, “Well, how unexpected….” He takes your hands in his before leaning away, “ I never thought you would be capable of such misfortune, how…” He brings your hands towards his lips, kissing them lightly, “nefarious.”
You giggle, “What a charmer...” You release your hands from him, “I still want you to meet him.”
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I might make a part 2 for this since I want to introduce the son, but for now I just want to see how everyone likes this!
Summary: You are Lucifer's trusted knight who stands by his side throughout all the hardships. When his daughter invites him over to her hotel, he takes you with him. What could go wrong?
More info: (Takes place in season 1 ep 5) I had this idea for a while, but I was still stuck on whether or not if I should put "Hell's Greatest Dad" in this fic. I have a couple more ideas for them. I know I did a poll, but I still don't know if I should add the song or not
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“My daughter wants to see me!~”
You can hear Lucifer sing a simple melody as you push through the doors of his workshop, quietly, with a tray of sweets in your hands. You stand silently as you watch the king spin around.
“Take that depression- OH!” Lucifer finally takes notice of you, “Did you hear that Y/n?! Charlie’s inviting me over! Isn’t that great ha-ha!”
“That’s wonderful news.” You smile softly at him.
He takes one of the sweet treats from the tray, “You’re coming with me too! I… I don’t think I can do this alone.” While Lucifer may be the sin of pride, there are days were that pride can’t come to surface, but not to worry, this is why you’re here!
“Of course I will, someone has to keep you in check.” You smirk down at him.
“HA! Yeah, right!” Lucifer pokes you with his staff and turns the doorknob, “We’ll be leaving in one hour! So go get ready! I need time to-”
“Time to psych yourself up?”
Lucifer turns slowly looking at you with a deadpan face, “Ya know…. I think I’ll go by myself.”
“I’m only kidding.” You push the door open for him, “Seriously, freshen up, it’s been a while since you’ve seen Charlie.”
Lucifer walks out holding his staff tightly. He seems unsure of himself. It’s been a while since he’s seen his beloved daughter in person, but what if she doesn’t care about him anymore? What if she hates-
“Hey,”
Lucifer stops walking and turns towards you.
“Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.”
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“CHARLIE!” Lucifer steps through the hotel doors and crashes into Charlie with a hug. “It’s so good to see you!”
“It’s, uh, good to see you too, dad.” Charlie says slightly out of breath as you walk through the doors with a silent smile.
“AUNTIE!” Charlie wraps her arms around you, “I didn’t know you were coming, I would’ve gotten more snacks out!”
“It’s quite all right, my princess.” You say as you hug her back, “My, how the place has brightened up.”
“Oh right! Dad, Y/n, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”
You take notice of a grinning sinner staring directly at the king, ah, wait, this is the overlord Charlie has spoken about. The Radio Demon. On your left you see Vaggie, Charlie’s girlfriend, she’s nice, a bit too on edge, but it’s understandable, however you should keep an eye on her. After all she is an exorcist, but she doesn’t seem to be causing any harm.
You weren’t lying, the place does have more color, it looks a lot better than when you first found the place for the princess, though everything does seem a bit mismatch, but whatever makes Charlie happy. Confetti poppers go off and you take in a clear view of the new guests. They are… smiling, forced, but smiling.
“Oh hellow kekee!” Lucifer crouches down to pet the small beast while Razzle and Dazzle fly their way towards you.
You scratch their ears gently, they then fly to Lucifer who laughs as he makes a joke. Lucifer walks around taking in the lobby, cringing a bit as he goes. You follow close behind.
“It’s got a lot of character, OH- what in the unholy hell is that?!”
A shadow erupts from the floor and the grinning sinner flourishes from the darkness. “Just some of the renovations we had made, adds a bit of color don’t you think?” He says, tilting his head.
“And you are?”
“Alastor.” The sinner teleports between you and lucifer, quickly, you push him away from getting too close. Before you can move your hand completely away, Alastor grabs it and placing it near his mouth giving it a kiss, “A pleasure to be meeting you…”
“Eugh-” You take your hand out of his grasp, wiping it on your coat.
Alastor moves on quickly and toys with the king’s staff, “Quite the pleasure,” Lucifer fixes his lopsided hat, “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,”
“You are much shorter in real life.”
Lucifer frowns but you can’t help but snicker.
“It’s not that funny, Y/n.” He whispers to you as Charlie walks towards the three of you.
“Who is this? You the bellhop?” Lucifer points his staff accusingly at Alastor.
“Heavens no! I am the host of the hotel!” Alastor fixes his bowtie, “You might’ve heard of me from my radio broadcast!”
“Hmm, NOPE! I guess that’s why Charlie called it the HAZ-BIN Hotel! AH-HA-HA!” Lucifer laughs while nudging you and Charlie.
“Ah-ha-ha! It was actually my idea!” Alastor laughs while leaning closer to the king.
What a taunting man. He’s clearly trying to rile up Lucifer, hopefully it doesn’t wo-
“WELL, it wasn’t very CELVER!”
Oh, never mind.
“AH-HA! Fuck you.” The two are face to face now with both grinning wildly.
Glaring at the radio fool you pull Lucifer backwards, while Charlie gets between the two. Charlie takes hold of the situation by pushing Lucifer towards the rest of the lobby. As it happens Alastor teleports next to you.
“We haven’t properly met, I’m Al-”
“The Radio Demon, I know who you are.” You say as you watch Charlie and her father interact.
“Has my status reached you, my dear? No need to be afraid.”
You huff out a laugh, “Afraid? Of you? You must be joking.”
Before Alastor can comment, he disappears as Charlie says his name.
“Charlie has very unique vison, I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests.” He says as places hand on her shoulder.
Oh, dear… it seems he’s getting on Lucifer’s nerves. Alastor takes notice of this and takes it with stride.
“Quite an impressive young lady. We’re all very proud of her.”
Finally, Lucifer has had enough and smacks Alastor’s hand with his staff and proceeds to greet the rest of the guests. You move closer to stand by his side to put space between him and Alastor as Charlie introduces the crew.
“Y/n, you already met her, but Dad, this is Vaggie, she’s my girlfriend!”
“HO-oh my golly! You like girls! HA- so do I! We have so much in common!” He laughs, “You put it there Maggie!”
You shake your head and facepalm.
“It seems we didn’t finish our conversation, my dear.” Alastor says as he walks closer to you.
“It seems we haven’t.”
“I apologize for assuming that you were afraid, I see how foolish I was.”
“What do you want?”
“Why, I don’t want anything, can’t I simply want a conversation?
“Coming from an overlord like you? I don’t think so.”
“So, you have heard of me? How fun.”
“I know of all sinners, especially ones who are involved with the Morningstar’s.”
It’s safe to say you’re protective of the family. You fell shortly after Lucifer and Lilith, well, fell is an underestimate, thrown was more like it. How did you fall? That’s a story for another time…
“I mean no harm, honestly.” Alastor grins.
“I’ll be the judge o-” Just as you were answering the sinner the chandelier overhead falls to the ground creating a cloud of dust.
Coughing fits ensue, quickly you look over to the King to see him grinning.
“Alright then~”
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Please comment if you want to see part 2 of this, because I still don't know if I want to add the song.
Thanks for reading, I'm trying my hand at writing Lucifer. (p.s I wrote half of this in the summer)
