Daydream

December

LUCIFER

The king of hell and you have been dating for a few weeks now, and so far, things have gone amazing. He asked to take things slow and you accepted, after all he is still new to dating after his divorce. Is an accident when you two just happen to be talking and walking down for some breakfast when Cherlie sees both of you and makes a sound between of emotion.

Both of you are confuse, is only when you look up and blush up as well as Lucifer, whos white cheeks looks red as the appel of his cane.

You went to assure him that it was not necesary to do anything, but end suprised when he pulls you down and kisses you quickly in front of the few others then he goes away leaving you to deal with a hyped Charlie

DAD!LUCIFER -> PLATONIC -> FamilyAU

You are running, after two cups of hot chocolate with sugar is fine to say you are like a storm, heavy, fast, and with no one able to control you. You have run the hotel twice now, and so far no one has been able to catch you (Alastor is not even trying).

Is only when big sis Charlie shows you something bright that you stop and end in the arms of you dear father who is going to scowl you till he sees you looking up and asking "whats that plant?"

And Lucifer melts because back in your earth life, you never experienced a festivity, the concept of mistletoe is allien to you. He gives you a kiss on your head before saying "Just a plant so others can show love"

You are quiet for a few seconds then:

"BIG SIS!! AUNT VAGGIE!! COME UNDER THE ROMANTIC PLANT"

ALASTOR

He sees the thing and makes his mission to avoid it. And it works for a few weeks. He knows the others are trying to set him up with someone for the fun of it. But no thanks, he would die twice than kiss a random sinner.

But in one of his escapes he ends finding you, and a mistletoe that was not there when he was walking away appears (he can hear Lucifers laught). Your face heats up and you are fast to put your hands up. "I know you hate touching, and even more kissing, so just ignore it" (even if you would die again for affection from the radio demon).

Alastor finds all of you cute and cant help but feel appreciation for your worry over his personal feelings. So he does something no one expected. Takes your hand and lifts it to his lips leaving a soft kiss keeping eye contact all the time, enjoying how you look so dreamy by his action.

"Is a tradition my Dear, traditions must be keep alive" is all he says before leaving you, who are still processing all of this.

HUSBAND!ALASTOR -> IceWifeAU

Both of you are reserved when it comes to intimacy. Alastor would take your hand in his, kiss your head and hand, wrap and arm around your waist and so, but he never kisses you on the lips in front of others. And thats fine by you, you respect his wish to keep things as private as possible.

Of course someone (Charlie and Angel Dust) are both dying to see the radio demon be a softie for his wife. So both try to get both of you under one of the mistletoes (Husk swears both of them just wants to die).

And in all honestly, Alastor and You know this. And avoid them easily, is so funny to see their faces go into full dissapoint when you two have avoided all their attemps for weeks.

Is during one night, after everybody fell asleep that Alastor and You go under one of the mistletoes. He gets that look, only saved for you, the one that reminds you of him as human. The one he gave you at the altar, the one he keeps under his disguise for you to see. He uses one hand to caress your face then leans in for a soft kiss. His ears move a because of the affection. Is not passion, is not dirty, but is sincere, and with Alastor thats what it really matters at the end.

Best part ? No one saw it.

HUSBAND!VOX

He gets the idea from a movie from earth and lives up to it. Doors from the room you two share? THERE IS ONE.

The special door for when you come to his office (because he is not kissing anyone but you), ANOTHER ONE.

Maybe the cutest thing is when you two kiss under it near the tanks, Vark and the others are there looking being all happy because their mom and dad are having a sweet time together.

Vox does not care of the festivity itself, but the excuse to kiss you is gladly taken.

HUSK

"No" Thats what he says when it happens with a random sinner who is staying at the Hotel. Husk is look and dont touch....or dont even look, just order your drink and be gone.

Like Alastor, this happens at night. You are out running some errands and he is still at the Bar when you come from the main door with lots of things before falling in front of him and ordering one drink.

You two rant together for hours till you decide is time to go for a good rest. Husk being a real one helps you back to your room avoiding all mistleotes since you are drunk and he wants to avoid an akward moment.

But oh suprise, is like a pair of spider eyes were on him all night because there is a mistleote under your room door. He wishes you dont look up...but you do.

He goes to tell you thats is all fine and to just go to your bed and sleep, but cant finish his words as you give him a peck on his left cheek and a pet on his head that makes him purr.

"Thanks Husk, you are a good friend"

Alastor had been following that blonde bastard for miles now. The guy had got too drunk in one of the pubs and thats when Alastor decided to act.

It was not impulsive, this one was an asshole. He came from a rich family, years of money given without work, arrogant, and rude. Alastor hated how his Boss from the Radio had decided his opinion over the one of a Radio Host was more important and meaningful.

It all came down to money, Alastor was not dumb.

But he was angry. Re working his scrip was a pain in the back, specially that, everytime he would do it the smile from that guy would come back, And the look, from above, not on the same level. Like he knew what he was doing.

Oh, Alastor hated it, hated him. And thats why he was going to enjoy this killing to much.

Till he felt a cold sharp knife at the back of his neck.

"Dont move"

Soft, deadly, almost silent words fell from a womans lips. How- how did she get so close to him without noticing?

Alastor moved his hands up, mock surrender while he waited for the perfect moment to attack back.

"Beautiful night, right?" He tried, with that charming voice of his that got ladies in pubs dancing for him.

"No talking. That one" small pause to direct in the general direction where the blonde guy had gone "is mine"

"Oh, well im afraid, i cant allow that" Alastor responded trying to discover who you were from your voice.

"Cant? Well too bad, I do like your shows and killing you would be killing talent, But im not letting you take him"

"Mhm, a sick lover?" He asked and very slowly went for his own knife

"....I would prefer raw meat"

"Then we can agree on something" Alastor responded turning back, he felt the small cut on his neck, not deep, but accurate. And when he finally turned going for your eyes he almost froze.

Almost, because you took a step back and kicked him on the ribs.

He grunted catching his air, quickly pulling his knife up to block your attack. He could finally see you.

And oh-

Your eyes, hair, your figure, all being brighted by the moon. Alastor felt his chest heavy for a second, a quick second, with something he had never felt before. He got lost for a moment in your beauty till he felt himself being pushed back, knife knocked away.

Well fuck him-

The cold metal from your own knife made contact with his neck again, he felt yourself on top of him, instead of feeling the usual repulsion he felt....well nothing in particular, not good or bad, but...

How could he descibe it ?

How would he describe in the future? After kissing you at the altar, something he imagined would never happen.

Both of you stood there, eye to eye, there was no murder intention in your look. In fact, there was nothing of a emotion. Alastor could tell you were feeling something but just like him, you hidded them.

"Any rason to go for the bastard?" Alastor finally asked getting a scoff from you.

"He made a mess at the library and said, this place is outdated we need the land" You mocked the tone of the guy "Well, he will have to survive me for that"

"Ah, a book fan then?" Alastor asked with his smile even if there was a knife on his neck

"More like the dam owner" You roared back "Of course, how could a woman be? A widow no less" You said rolling your eyes at the memory "So, before he makes any attempt to take what is mine, im taking his life"

"Poetic" Alastor whispered back, now knowing who you were and why he did not get your voice faster. The local big library was quiet the santuary for the locals. Young and old ones would go there, when the sun was high and the hours were still too early for drinks.

He never went. He had to admit it, he found the quiet places boring. Even if he could be quiet himself like a shadow, he was not a fan of them.

And now? Well now maybe he was....or would become one.

"Mhm, so a widow who just happens to know how to use a knife quiet well, and got her late husband business..." Alastor said with a knowing smirk.

You smirked down at him "Being a smartass will not help you in this situation, but i will admit, his death was quiet tragic"

"I can only imagine" Alastor responded his tone anything but honest "Well, since we are in quiet the situation as you said...why dont we make ourself a favor and a deal?"

"I dont think you are in any position for a negotiation"

"Oh, i believe any situation is good for one, who knows, maybe something that will let us get out of this half happy" Alastor voice took a serious tone "Lets say, we kill him together, without killing each other and keeping each other secret, at the end, no one gets a benefit from that"

Only the silence of the forest, the crickets singing in the background softly, almost afraid of being too loud.

"And what guarantees that you wont try and attack me later?" You asked not trusting his words.

"Mhm...well what guarantees me, that you wont do the same?" Alastor shot back

An akward silence fell over both of you at that one that was suddendly broken by Alastors laught.

"...You are a centrain type of freak, you know that?"

"Im lots of things my Dear"

After some minutes you removed your knife. "Fine, i will bite and see what happens" You said moving from top of him and offering him your hand. Alastor took it, a bit suprised by how...cold it was, and that he did like it.

"Thats the fun part, right? never knowing what happens next"

The sound of a scream broke the conversation

"What i know? that bastard does not live pass tonight"

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Hours later much deeper in the forest a body lay down. Mixed cuts, two styles that felt like they were mean to be together. Alastor cut out a piece of flesh and bite down making a face.

"Disgusting. For a rich boy, he kept a poor diet"

"Just needs the right seasoned" You retored trying a bit of the flesh yourself, your face and hands covered in blood from the early kill. You wont admit it out loud, but it was funnier doing it with someone like Alastor.

"mhm, maybe you are right" He finally responded quiet entraced by your current bloody look.

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That week after a good show someone from the staff came to Alastor. It was not strange to get fan cards and gifts, but this?

"Someone, must like your show"

Alastor opened the white package with carefull hands. Inside fresh cook ribs. Still heated and a card, simple, writed in a general writing machine.

"Seasoned made the difference, is barely cook knowing you. Meet up for another hunt?"

"Hunt?" The random staff who was looking over his shoulder asked "What is that? a code for a date or are you into hunting Alastor? If so i can invite you! my friends and I spotted some deers and...."

But Alastor stopped listening all together. Because his heart was doing a dance inside his chest, fast and loud, Filling his ears. His hand shaked a bit, from what? he was not sure.

"Alastor?" the random staff asked

"Oh yes, totally, i will let you know" Alastor dismissed with a hand and forced polite smile. "I will go now, dont want these to get cold"

And when he tried them and groaned in pure satisfaction? Well, he believes he may need and try the local library. For the books of course.

Was there another reason?

Lucifer

He was married once. Now divorced. Dating you and re living the first steps in the relatioship to the middle ones and that point when it hits you hard, how much you love that person. And how you want to spent eternity with them.

It happens when you two are in his room at the Hotel. He is doing some new rubber ducks while you lay on bed reading some ancient book.

"Husband, can you pass me the book marker?" You ask rubbing your tired eyes not noticing what you just said.

Lucifer stops and almost makes the duck explote (and himself). He has been call husband before, but not from you. And it feels good, too good. All of him feels like he is floating.

And he is, his wings got out without him noticing and is almost close to hit something when he registers whats happening.

He is quick to go back to normal and take the book market and give it to you (who by this point is almost sleep).

"Oh, thanks Luci" And then you are closing your eyes again while Lucifer combusts in happines.

Alastor

He was not expecting to date. Was not his main interest when alive, but eternity and hell, you may find your match in here if you are as twisted as him.

Alastor is no shy to let others know you are his. He may not touch you a lot, but his shadow is always near you. It brushes your hair, makes you spin, grinds down to anyone daring to get close to you. Is a extension of Alastor.

After a long day, both of you are at his room. Listening to some jazz and sharing drinks. Not much talk but the silence carries centrain words between both of you.

Then you break it.

"Husband, can you pass me the bottle?" You ask not looking up from a new book he just got you.

And Alastor, always on control passes you the bottle. No one sees the way his hands shakes a bit or how his dead heart beats up. His ears pick up at the name. And he finds himself liking the title.

Vox

Vox has been up to work non stop. No time for you or himself. He compensates you giving you his card and whatever you want. Feels like shit cause of it but he needs work to be perfect.

He has been stuck on the same dam page of some rates when the door opens and you come in.

"Husband, I got you coffee"

Vox nods not fully registering the words till you are outside his office.

He glitches in a good way and teleports to where you are.

"You cant just call me that and walk off!!"

There is no malice, he is truly happy.

Husk

Working late cause sleep sucks even if you are besides him on the bed.

He is cleaning another glass when he hears you appear besides him, giving him a soft pet on his wings (weak spot).

"The bed is cold without you, Husband"

Husk stops. He almost lets the glass fall. All of him locks in, basic instincts screaming at him when you called him that. He looks at you like he is seeing his life in hell and back once again.

After the death of your dear Husband and the discovery of his crimes, you had to play it smart. Crying over how you never expected or believed such a gentle soul as him could do such a thing.

Trial after trial lies came out from you and at the end they consider you another victim.

But the Town was not so forgiving. Not that you minded. After the final trial you made your bags and kissed New Orleands goodbye, decided to travel far away, for a new start.

Thats how you ended in a lost town up north. Where the winter was far harder than the one in New Orleands. You had kept Alastor's last name, wearing with a proud smile. In the cold of the new town it was the only thing that kept you warm.

You did wonder most nights where he was or how he was. You had seen him doing rituals but never tried to do one yourself. Worse result? You would end calling your first husband (yes, the same one you killed) and his soul would follow you.

No thank you.

You lived your life low. Normal hunts and even a normal day to day life. Money was not a problem from your first husband to Alastor savings for you.

It felt wrong. How you could live like this. When you too did commit crimes with Alastor and loved every second of it.

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Maybe the one thing you liked the most from this town was the snow. When it fell it felt like all of the bad things got covered away.

It was during a small walk that you got a cought. A bad one that let you spilling out blood onto the snow. While others may have find it disgusting, you found it...endearing. The mix of red and white was enchanting, like the blood yours and Alastor's victims would let out.

Maybe, maybe these were all the connections you still had with him. Alastor, his smile, his dancing at night with you. His own blood when doing rituals. And now, it was the cold that took out your blood and made you revive all these memories once more.

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The night came like an attack. It was cold, the most intense one you ever lived. But your body was hot, fever up and sweating. Your lungs hurt, you could barely see. The wind made a sound that was almost a laught.

So, this was the end? Dead by sickness. You could not help but laught more blood coming out onto your hand and bed sheets.

And in the distance.

"Darling"

"Love, my queen, come home"

No, there was no way. Alastor was dead. And your mind was playing sick tricks.

"Ma vie, come to me. Stop resisting it"

And like that you did. You closed your eyes, the wind making the window open letting the cold winter air get in. You shivered but relaxed. You could feel life getting away and away, and at the same time a pair of eyes you knew so well and a unsetting smile.

"Welcome" the radio voice mixed with his human one said.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Alastor hummed. He had waited for this moment. For you to finally die and be by his side once more.

He regreted going that night and dying, leaving you behind alone. He missed you all these years.

But he did not cry in a corner. He made a reputation for himself. To be fear to be know, to have his fun and to be able to protect you.

Because he did not know what type of power or if you were going to be weak once dead.

He felt your head pressed against his chest. The soft jazz in the background like old days. Yes, your body was colder, some minimal changes like any other sinner. But it was you. The same woman he loved alive and would forever love in hell.

And when you softly made some flowers from ice from the backyard you two had in New Orleands....Alastor knew you would be just fine.