Honey
You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you awoke in the middle of the night. Your throat was dry and today was a bit hectic considering you had to accompany Charlie and Vaggie on dealing with the mess she pulled on the news just a week ago.
God was Katie a cunt the entire time.
Dragging yourself out of bed you pulled on a pair of sweatpants before making your way out of the room. Walking down the familiar hallways you continue to rub your tired eyes.
//Why is it freezing in here...// You think while hugging yourself and making your way to the elevator. Once the soft ping went off you stepped out and fell back with an 'oof' when you crashed into something softer than anything you've felt before.
"Woah...ain't you a looker...",looking up a very tall spider demon slurs out a compliment while stumbling into the elevator and pressing all the buttons. You narrow your eyes and quickly stand up to smack his multiple arms away.
When he turns and runs a hand through his white hair with a soft chuckle you notice his undercut and a heart is dyed onto his skin.
"Angel Dust...?",you question as if his flamboyant attire wasn't obvious enough. She snorts and turns to you with crossed arms,"Who the fuck is askin'?"
He's suddenly gotten very defensive and looks at you with his mismatched eyes. You notice his pupils are the size of dinner plates and you furrow your brows.
//He's high out of his mind!//
He begins to slur and stumble against the walls yet again. You worry as he begins to sweat and grow louder as he laughs hysterically. You're damn near certain he doesn't want Charlie to find out about his past curfew and high state.
"Angel I'm (Y/N) and quite honestly you might get pissed at a stranger for doing this but I don't care right now.",Angel turns to you with confusion and you reach up to pinch the skin between his neck and shoulder.
His body falls in your arms limp and his eyes flutter shut. You silently thank your father for teaching you that move and you wait for the elevator buttons to finish.
You look down at Angel's lanky stature and you frown slightly at the bruising on his neck and wrists. You also notice how even unconscious his brows pinch together in distress.
//Poor thing...//
Even shut off in the estate you heard gossip and rumors. Some of those being about the infamous overlord, Valentino. And specifically how he treated his workers.
Especially Hell's favorite angel.
Charlie believed in giving people the benefit of the doubt no matter what others may say. You thought different.
There would be no such rumors if not a little bit true. You could act civil but you would be wary. But this wasnt the case with Valentino. He was a sleazebag who you've never had the displeasure of meeting considering you never went to any of your families balls.
You were strong and Angel Dust was toned and lean but that definitely didn't mean he wasn't heavy. He was damn near eight feet tall. You wondered if majority of that height was due to the stripper heels he wore.
Kicking open your door you let out a loud sigh of exasperation as you tossed him on the bed. Running a hand through your messy bed head you blew a raspberry and went back to shut the door.
"I-I'm sorry..." You turn at the sound of soft whimpering and you see Angel slightly stirring in his sleep. His arms struggle to clutch his sides and you quickly walk over to turn him on his side. Snapping your fingers a bucket appears in your hand and you hold it out.
Just at that second Angel Dust vomits into the black bucket, still partially unconscious. You push back his white hair and he continues to spit up mainly liquid and it reeks of stomach acid and fruits.
"I-I didn't mean to disobey...please don't...",he mumbles with his eyes clutched shut and brows pinched. A deep frown was set on his lips and you noticed mascara filled tears slip down his face.
You felt saddens and pity pool in your stomach as you simply brushed back his hair,"Its okay...you're fine..." You speak softly in an attempt to quell the nightmare he may be having.
He continued to hurl into the bucket and you continued to comfort his half-unconscious state. Your brows pinched together and you looked around with chills running up your spine.
//Am I hearing static...?//
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You laughed with Charlie as she frowns at her burned pastry,"I see you are still an absolutely terrible baker!"
Charlie gives you the bird before looking at your last perfectly fried beignet and cooing. You begin to sift the powder sugar on the plate and Charlie smiles while leaning against the kitchen countertop.
"How's dad doing?",she asks hesitantly while looking down at the ground. You pause for a moment as you pass the dirtied sifter to an excited Nifty and she scurries to wash it. You pour the honey along the beignets and smile.
Charlie loved Lucifer and he obviously loved her. But they were so different so they found themselves constantly strained.
"He's okay. He misses you...you know?",You close the honey and turn to Charlie with your arms crossed over the floured apron. She nodded slowly and gave a slightly sad smile, she seemed to change the sensitive subject quickly.
"I'll go get the others to try some of your killer beignets!",Charlie claps excitedly and runs out of the kitchen. You turn to Nifty and hold out a beignet,"Care for one, Nifty?"
The small child nods and takes the beignet yet and you blink rapidly when she shoves it into her mouth and swallows it whole.
"Ookayyy...",you say while turning away as she furiously washes her hands. When you turn around you jump at the sight of a made-up Angel Dust. He wears dark liner and dark attire, a corset cinching his already tiny waist.
His cheeks are tinged pink as he looks at you yet does not look to your eyes. You frown remembering last night and you sigh deeply,"Want a beignet?" You hold up the plate and he raises a brow of surprise before pushing it away.
He was visibly uncomfortable and he sighed,"About last night I-" You put your hand up and shake your head gently while smiling.
"You really don't need to explain anything to me. I'm just glad to see that you're fine now.",your lips spread into a wide and genuinely warm smile. It resembled Charlies, but it sort of felt more special.
But there was a difference between you and Charlie that was already blatantly obvious. He placed his hands on his hips and gave you a pointed look. His brows were pinched together and he looked skeptical.
"You ain't gonna lecture me? Or tell me a bunch of anti drug bullshit?",he inquires and you purse your lips with scrunched brows. You laugh gently as you place down the plate and place your hands on his shoulders while looking up at him.
He feels a bouncing feeling in his stomach.
"I am not your mother. And I sure as hell do not own you. Its not my job or place to tell you what to do or not to do unless its a royal order. I know nothing of your life, therefore I have no say in this.",you drop your hands and pick the plate back up.
He watched with tinging pink cheeks as you swiped the honey from the side of the plate and licked it off of your thumb.
Angel Dust blinked back at the strange feeling this stirred in him. You placed down one beignet on a paper towel and smile up at him,"You needa eat something."
With a sigh you walk past Angel Dust and look back at him with a small salute,"Now I bid you goodbye for now."
You smile and walk out of the kitchen into the lobby. You step out with a smile yet it falters slightly at the sight of the radio demon sitting at the bar.
Charlie smiles as you step out and Vaggie is nearly salivating,"Are those the beignets!"
Alastors ear perks up as Vaggie says this and you put your smile back on and nod,"They might be." Vaggie loved your sweets and pastries more than your cooking which was saying something. Especially your beignets.
Vaggie rushed over grabs a sweet pastry off the plate, then a few more. You laugh softly and place it on the bar, looking to Husk.
You attempt to ignore the burning gaze Alastor leaves on your head.
"Want one Husk?",you ask and the grouchy bar cat looks at you with a slight tilt of his head. He glances down to the plate and then looks up to you.
Charlie and Vaggie scarf down the beignets they had in their hands and watched, readily preparing for Husk to reject you in a rude way. They are all surprised when he picks one up and plops it into his mouth. His deadpan and nonchalant face doesnt change but he nods,"Pretty fuckin' good."
You smile with pride until inhaling deeply and turning to meet Alastors eyes, god he stares.
"You can bake?",he inquires while leaning against his mic cane. And Charlie pipes in before you can, her mouth stuffed with the puff pastry.
"And she cooks! For a good chunk of life at the estate we didn't even have chefs because we all wanted (Y/N) to cook for us.",you grow sheepish at your sisters praise and Vaggies hums in agreement. You feel your face flush and you nod slowly.
Alastors grin widens as he looks down at you.
//Is she blushing?...//
He takes a beignet off the plate, quite frankly, not expecting much. Then he bites into it and the warm, fluffy, and crunchy delectable dessert hits his tongue. Alastor was not a fan of sweets by far, but the nostalgia of beignets were the exception.
He hummed in satisfaction and dusted his fingers of the powdered sugar,"Well...it seems your baking skills do hold up to Miss Magne's praise. But I am not one for sweets.โ
You shrug and smile,โMe either but Charlie and Vaggie love sweets.โ Alastors brow raises as you say this, he feels a bit of a stir within him.
โI like cooking far more.โ,you state as Charlie and Vaggie tug the plate towards them, Vaggie swats as Husks trying to grab some more.
Alastor tilts his head and leans down uncomfortably close to you,โHow about you cook for us tonight Miss (Y/N)? Unless of course you arenโt capable.โ Charlie smiles at his challenging tone and she looks to you with a scrunched nose,โAl is kind of a snob when it comes to food, especially soul food. But heโs an amazing cook.โ
You snort and roll your eyes while stepping away from Alastor,โI seriously doubt it.โ He grabs your wrist and twirls you into his. Theres a sudden glint in his eyes and his grin is wider than ever.
โCare to make a bet?โ