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“Charlie, dear… you need to be more careful” Alastor muttered as he wiped the remains of chocolate off her face. She had smudges of the sweet all over her face and hands, the addictive sweet making her go just a tad bit insane every time she got her hands on some. He sighed, muttering french curses under his breath as he recalled how she had absolutely devoured five of the six plates of the orange flavoured chocolate Vaggie had bought for the weekend.
He sighed again as she reached for the last one, gently swatting her hand away muttering something about that she’s had enough already.
“But Al — it’s just so delicious!” She whined as he started wiping off her hands for her. When he was finished, to the absolute relief, he picked up the last plate of chocolate and put it back into the kitchen cabinet it was supposed to be, mentally noting that he should tell Vaggie to keep an eye out for her girlfriend to make sure she doesn’t eat the last one. She had bought it so that Angel could have his favorite chocolate when he came home late from work, after all.
“I know dear, but if you keep going like this you’re going to get diabetes” He answered as he sat back down in his chair at the kitchen table. “And your girlfriend keeps pestering everyone in the hotel to keep an eye out for Charlie in case she gets her hands on that damn chocolate again, her words not mine” He went on, adding the last part with a seemingly careless shrug and wiped his own hands on a rag until his red clawed fingers were clean of any chocolate stains. Charlie pouted and clasped her hands in front of her face in a barging motion, whispering for herself a bit before looking up at him again with those big puppy eyes.
“Please, Al, I promise I will clean up myself this time!”
Alastor sighed yet again, looking at her with that no nonsense stare he had perfected in his years as a serial killer, grabbing her hands and pulling them down to her lap. “You know I can’t just let you devour all the sweets in the whole damn hotel, what would the papers say!” He made jazz hands in the air, raising his voice at the end statement to get his usual personality to shine, and glancing out of the kitchen for half a second.
His hopes of seeing Vaggie withered when he found himself alone with the darling he felt oh so fond of. He stood up with a silent sigh and, to the protests of himself, found himself wandering out of the kitchen to get the ex-angel so that he didn’t have to deal with the absolute mess of Charlie.
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Vaggie was laughing at something Nifty had said when she felt a slight prick against her shoulders, turning around to expect Charlie. You could imagine the shock when she saw Alastor standing awkwardly in front of her.
He had apparently abandoned his usual red coat and his sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing the area where the black of his hands blended into his brown fur (skin?) and his usual bow tie was also gone. He was just walking around with his red button up, pants and shoes, and for Alastor this was practically naked. She repressed a snicker at his disheveled appearance and walked after him when he made a motion telling her to do so.
He led her to the kitchen, and as they walked in she almost gasped when she saw Charlie looking around in one of the cabinets. Alastor sighed before talking. “She has already eaten five, I tried to get her to stop but it seems like those sweets are like drugs to her” he sounded so defeated she almost felt bad for him, almost. She walked over to her girlfriend, putting a hand on her shoulder and turning her around manually.
“Charlie, you know I love you, but Alastors right” She sighed, keeping her hands on her girlfriends shoulders, “You need to stop eating all the damn chocolate!” Vagie repeated Angel's words from earlier when he was complaining about Charlie eating his chocolate. She looked into those puppy eyes and Vaggie had to force herself not to give in to her wishes, standing up instead and picking up her sweet girlfriend into her arms. She walked out, carrying her princess in her arms, bridal style of course, and passing the annoyed glare from Angel.
“Y’know, Charlie, you should really stop eatin’ all of my chocolate!” He shouted, making the princess flinch, her eyes filled with apologetic tears.
“I am so, so sorry, Angel!” She answered, her wet eyes flicking around the room, “This won't happen again, I promise!”
“Yeah it better not!” He shouted, “Do you have any idea of how shitty it is to come home from a long shift and find out that someone has eaten my snacks, you know how my boss is, Charlie!” His eyes were filled with a type of anger that Vaggie couldn’t identify but it had to be bad as his extra eyes glowed in the dimly lit hotel lobby. Charlie had started muttering apologies again and Vaggie hushed both her and the spider down before speaking up properly.
“Angel, I understand that you’re mad but this is really not the right time to be arguing” She started, making a point out of ignoring the glare he got from Angel, “And hon, you really need to stop eating all his damn chocolate, remember the exercise we had yesterday about leaving other people's stuff alone?” She heard the faint sniffles from her girlfriend and rewarded her nod with a small smile stretched across her face.
“I know, Vanny, I won't do it again, I promise!” She choked up in between her sniffles, a single tear running down her cheek. She was gently rocked back and forth by her girlfriend as she cried silently.
“Woah- uhm are ya’ okay there, dollface- ya’ know I'm not really- like- mad mad!” Angel dust tried, frantically reaching and pulling back his arms, visibly unsure of what to do. He tried again by muttering out frantic apologies and his nervous fidgeting only got worse as they stood there in awkward silence only sometimes interrupted by slight sniffling by Charlie.
“Y’know what?” The stressed out spider began, “I think you should bring her up to bed!” He basically shouted before sprinting back to his own room. Vaggie sighed, walking over to the elevator and bringing her girlfriend to their shared bedroom. She used KeeKee to open the door and laid Charlie down on their bed, snuggling herself behind her and spooning her until she heard faint snores.
Vaggie sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a really long day.
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When Vaggie left the kitchen with her lover in her arms, Alastor slumped down in a chair at the kitchen table again. He sighed, hoping that this was all just a dream and that he would wake up and find out that he didn’t have to deal with an overgrown child addicted to something as trivial as orange flavoured chocolate! He loved the girl, sure, but his parental instincts had an ending and apparently that was addiction to sweets.
He sighed again as his arms crossed on the table and his head slumped in between them. This was just so tiring! He could go on a year long murder spree and it wouldn't tire him out as much as this did, why was parenting a girl older than he so damn tiring!?
His whole body shifted position as he heard footsteps coming towards him, his head shot up and his back straightened out so fast that he could hear a faint popping noise coming from his neck. He turned his head completely around, hoping it would freak out the person who dared to sneak up on him. Lucifer standing there shocked him, to say the least, but he quickly recovered glaring daggers into the person who was supposed to be Charlie's father but had done an explicitly bad job at that.
“What do you want!” he spit out, his mouth not opening and his yellow teeth glowing as he spoke. The king glared back before crossing his arms and shrugging like he didn’t have a care in the world. Oh! but would you look at that, Lucifer does have responsibilities! Like being a good father to his child instead of letting Alastor father her!
“I just wanted to check on Charlie, overheard that spider dude talking to himself about her and wanted to see if she was okay” Lucifer sounded so careless it made Alastor want to strangle him by the neck and hang him to die in the middle of the kitchen. He growled a bit in response before standing up, twirling his body around so that it was pointing the same direction as his head. He looked down at the short man below him and hissed out a response.
“I’m surprised you care since you have been avoiding her and all of the hotel's residents all day” This seemed to piss off Lucifer as he stared up with red eyes containing the rage of a thousand souls. He stomped his way over to the taller demon, glaring daggers into him. “Oh I'll have you know, Bambi, I have been busy, not avoiding anyone!”
“Oh really?!” Alastor shot back, unimpressed, “Charlie has been worried sick about you, while you avoided her!” Now he was pissed too, wanting to blame anyone but himself and Charlie for having to parent her. “I just got to send her off after she raided the snacks and ate five plates of orange flavoured chocolate!”
Lucifer stood there, obviously stunned, and his eyes flickered away for a brief moment, looking quite ashamed of himself as he heard that another demon had parented his daughter. When his eyes flickered up again, the taller demon had crossed his arms too and looked mad mad.
“Look, Bambi, I’m… sorry.. for not being here for my daughter” Lucifer's voice sounded strained as he visibly cringed at the apology. “But! I think you should fuck off trying to be her dad!” He finished as he stormed out of the kitchen.
Alastor just sighed again and sat back down at the table, using his magic to lock the door. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.