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A/N: Hey! I'm not dead. With all the hype around season 2, I remembered this was still kicking around my files and decided to finally finish it. I have NOT had a chance to watch season 2 so if this isn't in keeping with new information, I apologize. Please no spoilers in the meantime. Once I get a chance to watch it, I'll likely have plenty of thoughts to share. Thanks!
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Summary: Aziraphale finds himself waiting for Isabelle to come home from her first date. Unfortunately, humans can be rather unpredictable creatures.
Word Count: 1.9K
Aziraphale wasn’t waiting up. He had no reason to. Isabelle had been very clear on that score.
She was going to meet a boy from school at the cinema. She had told Aziraphale what time it started and when she’d likely be back. He had nothing to worry about and therefor had no reason to wait up. The fact he had decided to catch up on some reading while taking a seat closest to the front door was a mere coincidence.
His eyes scanned over the pages, but halfway down the second, realized he hadn’t truly read any of it. With a slight huff, he set the book down and leaned back in the chair.
He really shouldn’t worry. Crowley certainly wasn’t as he made himself comfortable watching telly in the other room. Still, the whole thing nagged at him.
It wasn’t as if he were keeping vigil over Isabelle’s virtue or whatever it was fathers were so paranoid about to the point of threatening young suitors with violence. What Isabelle decided to do or not to do was entirely her decision. She was a smart girl after all and had been taught from a young age not to be afraid of the word no. All the same, he knew he’d feel much better once he saw her come through the door safe and sound. Isabelle might be good at saying no, but it didn’t mean other people listened.
That was the real crux of the issue, he supposed. Other humans. There was no telling what they would do.
With a slight effort, he got up from the chair, adjusting his waistcoat as he did so. No point in pretending to read. She’d be another hour at least. Might as well make some tea and think of something else to do. Maybe he’d even give that show a try Crowley seemed so addicted to.
Just as that rather shuddering thought ran through his mind, the front door clicked open. Relief immediately spread through him as he turned towards the entrance.
“Ah, Belle you’re back. How was your evening?”
She ignored him, keeping her head down as she quickened her pace toward stairs. The smile which had appeared on the angel’s face quickly disappeared.
“Dear, are you alright?”
Isabelle didn’t answer. She only let out a shuttered breath of one trying hold back tears and failing. She just ran the rest of the way up as fast as she could before slamming the door to her room shut.
Aziraphale blinked, finding himself standing rather uselessly at the bottom of the stairs. Of course, she wasn’t alright. Something had to have gone wrong if she came back this early. Different scenarios flashed across his mind, most of them ending with Isabelle giving a boy a well-deserved slap, but none of them provided him any useful insight.
“Was that Izz?” Crowley said, poking his head out from his study, undoubtedly clued in by the proceeding bang. “Something wrong?”
“Um yes,” Aziraphale said distractedly. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
Before Crowley could get another word in, the angel walked up the stairs, and stopped just in front of Isabelle’s door.
“Belle?” he called gently. “Dearest, what’s wrong?”
He received no answer, aside from the muffled cries.
“Isabelle please open the door. I promise you’ll feel much better if you let me in.”
“Go away,” her voice came tiredly.
“Alright, you don’t have to open the door,” he conceded. “Just talk. What happened?”
“Nothing,” she said, more forcefully this time. “Just leave me alone.”
He gave small sigh, halfway between exasperated and concerned.
“Belle what have I told you about lying?”
“You do it all the time.”
He pulled back, his brows furrowing. “Now that is a bit of an exaggeration.”
“You let people think you’re human, that’s lying.”
“That’s different, if I went around saying--,” he stopped himself, directing a tight-lipped expression straight into the door frame. “Now that is completely off the subject.”
There was a pause. Aziraphale could practically hear her annoyed look at being caught.
He took a deep breath. “Dear,” he said as his voice slipped back to its parental tone, “please tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Isabelle snapped. “Can’t I just not want to talk about something? Leave me alone!”
Aziraphale jerked back from the door, startled by her outburst. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but quickly realized it would do no good. For whatever reason, she wasn’t going to talk to him.
A slight pain came to his chest at the thought.
There had been times Isabelle kept things to herself, but not for long and never anything serious. She knew she could tell him and Crowley anything. Yes, he had read enough books to know finding independence was part of the growing pains of adolescent, but he hadn’t thought it meant she would willingly shut him out. He felt rather stuck about the whole thing and slowly made his way back downstairs, chewing his bottom lip the whole way.
He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he was a little surprised to find Crowley waiting for him, arms crossed, and stone faced.
“What happened,” he demanded.
“I don’t know,” Aziraphale said, sadly. “She came in crying and went straight to her room.”
The demon’s brows creased. “She was crying?”
“Yes, she tried her best to hide it, poor dear. I don’t know what happened, but it must have been something very bad.”
Crowley nodded. “Right, best let me take the lead.”
“What are you going to do?” Aziraphale asked.
“Tough love.”
He then turned his attention up the stairs.
“Izz! I’m coming up!”
It was her only warning as he stormed the steps with a determination which normally left Aziraphale flustered. And he was, rather, having followed him halfway up the stairs before he knew what his legs were doing.
“What part of ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand?” she shouted back as Crowley reached the landing.
“All of it,” he said. “Now let me in.”
“No!”
“Izz, I have respected your privacy by asking, but using my authority as your father I’m coming in anyway.”
He snapped his fingers and there was no longer a door.
Isabelle sat up on her bed, her eyes flashing with tears and anger.
“That’s not fair!” she shouted.
“Lesson one for the evening, life isn’t fair,” he said sternly. “Lesson two, privacy is an illusion. Now are you going to tell me why you’re crying?”
“It doesn’t matter!” she snapped. “I just need to cry, okay? Sometimes you just need to cry. It’s human. It’s a very human thing to do. Now can’t I just cry?!”
It was then Isabelle finally caught Aziraphale’s eye. The anger was still there, but it was obvious just how hurt she truly was. He hadn’t seen her eyes so red since she had broken her arm after attempting a rather precarious trick on the monkey bars. This was different though. He couldn’t miracle it away, for one.
Isabelle instantly put her head down looking ashamed at having both of them see her like this.
“Oh dear,” Aziraphale said, crossing the room toward her. He took a seat on the bed and quickly wrapped her in a hug. “There, there, it will be alright.”
Isabelle tried her best to look annoyed at his gesture, but her body language gave her away as she leaned into the embrace. In all honestly, it made him feel just a bit better too. At least he felt like he was doing something useful.
“Dearest, what’s wrong?” the angel tried again.
She let out another shuddering breath, shaking her head. “It’s stupid. It was a stupid joke. I’m stupid to have fell for it. I’m sorry.”
“What joke was that?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Isabelle,” Crowley said.
That got both their attentions.
Aziraphale looked up at him and saw an uncharacteristically soft look on his face as he looked Isabelle right in the eyes.
It wasn’t the first time he had given that look, but it was a rare enough thing, that Aziraphale always felt a little off balance at seeing it. There was something different about it, just a glimmer of that angel he used to be back before the world.
The girl in his arms seemed to feel the same thing as whatever fight she had left in her slipped away.
“It was all a joke,” she said quietly. “Thomas asking me out. It was all a joke.”
Both Aziraphale and Crowley remained silent allowing her to continue.
“He told me to meet him at the cinema, so I did. After a while it looked like he was going to be late so I texted him and he told me he was sorry, that he got caught up with school stuff and he’d meet me there in a bit so we could get dinner. So, I waited and about half an hour later he drove up with his friends and they just started laughing.”
She let in a sharp breath as she started to feel the familiar tightness in her throat.
“They just thought it was really funny. I mean c’mon it’s hilarious, why on earth would the school freak think that anyone would be interested.”
The tears were flowing freely now.
“I mean how naive is that? It’s so stupid. I’m so stupid.”
She tried to compose herself, but every attempt she made seemed to make it worse.
“I’m sorry. I should have seen it coming. You taught me how to spot liars and I didn’t. I’m smarter than this.”
She broke down again no longer having it in her to form words. Aziraphale pulled her in tighter and she let him. He slowly rocked her back and forth rubbing her back soothingly.
“Shhh, it’s alright, you have nothing to apologize for. That’s it. Just let it all out.”
Crowley for his part said nothing as the last of Isabelle’s tears trickled down her cheeks. His stance was much stiffer now with balled knuckles and hardened gaze. Something was brewing deep inside his mind and, needless to say, it was decidedly unpleasant.
Isabelle eventually calmed down and Aziraphale let her go with the promise of coco and the fact it would be better in the morning. She only half believed him, but accepted the idea of coco with as much enthusiasm as one could muster after having their feelings stamped on.
Both Aziraphale and Crowley left the room in mutual silence not speaking until they reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Poor dear,” Aziraphale said. “It’s going to take a while to recover from this. She’s really taken what those boys said to heart.”
“Yes,” Crowley said, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but mental scars are forever, or something like that. You got this angel?”
“Yes,” he said suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”
“Got to take care of something.” The demon then grabbed his keys, coat, and sunglasses before heading out the door. “Don’t wait up.”
Aziraphale did not need to ask what it was that Crowley needed to take care of, or more accurately who.
He also knew somewhere, deep down, he should intervene, but the crying girl upstairs gave him pause. He didn’t know exactly what Crowley had in mind, and if he didn’t know, there was no real way he could reasonably stop him. Aziraphale was satisfied with this circular logic and allowed himself to settle in for the night. There was no need to wait up, after all.
Chapter 1: Waking Up ... Chapter 2: Welcome to Arkham Asylum ... Chapter 3: I'll give you a Villain ... Chapter 4: What the Hell is Wrong with Bruce? ... Chapter 5: Breakout Band ... Chapter 6: Arkham Knight ... ... [rest on AO3]
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Chapter 1: Hood To The Rescue ... Chapter 2: My Kid? ... Chapter 3: Unravelling Secrets ... Chapter 4: Shadows Of The Past ... Chapter 5: Falling Apart ... Chapter 6: Harper ... Chapter 7: Family
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Would you write for your oc Eva ? With Mando? “I didn’t put egg in your boots, I swear. It was The Child.” <3 thanks so much x
Characters: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin, Eva (oc), and The Child/Grogu
A/N: This one I didn't turn into a reader one as the prompt came for Eva. This is still part of my Mando's Lessons to Parenting verse. If you want to read the rest of them with Eva instead of reader, they can be found on my ff.net account. Hopefully soon in Ao3 too as soon as I figure out the posting system there :)
I hope you enjoy this one! I also haven't watched the show for a while so apologies if the characters feel off.
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Mando's Lessons to Parenting: The Eggcident
He jerked awake from sleep as the sound of the child's bubbly giggling carried to his ears accompanied by a soft laugh from the girl. There was a strange clapping too.
He sat up on his bunk bed, head turning towards the sound of his children. Calling Eva and the Child his children still felt strange but right at the same time. From behind his helmet the Mandalorian found his lips curving to smile. The children were sitting on the floor, only a few feet from his bed, and the older was trying to teach the younger some sort of clapping game. It seemed that the reason they were laughing was because his youngest had figured out he could put his own hands between Eva's before she could clap them together.
"That's not how the game words you little scamp!" Eva laughed, grabbing at his hands to step them from moving.
The child made a happy yell, and then threw himself at Eva. The girl caught him easily and the Mandalorian spied how her hand reached towards the green ears, clearly about to tickle him.
"How long have you two been awake?"
The question made both of them look at him, startled if Eva's hand halting in the air near the little one's ear gave anything away.
Eva let the Child get away from her lap and he made a surprisingly quick way to Mando, latching his little body to his foot, babbling something without proper words.
"Somebody's excited", Din chuckled, picking the little one up from the floor.
He looked up just in time to see Eva avert his eyes away from them, finding instead pulling at a loose thread in the fabric covering her knee more interesting.
The Mandalorian shifted the child on his lap. "Eva", he called, aiming for what he hoped was a gentle tone. The girl raised her head instantly.
The man patted the space next to him, and Eva scampered to close the space between them. He lifted his arm enough for Eva to lean herself to his side. He noted how she looked tired, even more so as she yawned and snuggled closer to him.
"How long have you two been awake?" Mando repeated the question, watching as Eva closed her eyes although she reached out with one hand to let the Child poke at her palm. The little one's giggles filled the air again as Eva closed her fist gently around the Child's hand every time he kept his hand on her palm a bit longer.
"I don't know", Eva mumbled. "The kid woke me up sometime ago and I didn't want to wake you."
The Mandalorian made a humming sound. "You can sleep for a bit now. We're not leaving this rock behind today."
"Okay", Eva mumbled, tiredly lowering herself to Mando's pillow instead of moving to her own bed.
Din opened his mouth, then closed it again with a small shake of his head as he realised she was already asleep.
A look down confirmed that the small one had in fact fallen asleep too. He lowered him between the wall and Eva before standing up.
He had taken his boots off last night and they were exactly where he had left them – next to his bed.
The cracking sound and Mando's no doubt curse words in Mando'a startled both Eva and the kid from their sleep.
A low sound that could only be described as a growl was heard in the room as Din turned his helmet-covered head to face the suddenly very innocent-looking children.
Din lifted his foot which was now covered in raw egg, some of it dripping to the floor in a thin line.
"Whose idea was this?" Din questioned, finding it difficult to keep hints of anger from his voice.
As if one, both children raised a hand to point at the other.
"Eva."
"What?! It wasn't me!" Eva protested. "I didn't put eggs in your boots, I swear! It was him!"
The child began to babble on in a tone which sounded protesting as well.
"Enough!" The Mandalorian said without raising his voice but making both of the children snap their mouths shut anyway.
He had no way of telling which one of them had actually been the culprit. How was he supposed to deal with this sort of situation?
"Clean it up", Din eventually said, pulling his ruined sock from his foot. He would need to wash it. He turned his head to look from Eva to the Child. "Both of you."
"But-"
"No buts. And my word is final, kid."
"Fine, but I want it known that this is so unfair."
"Less talking, more work", Din only said, picked the Child from the bed and placed him on the floor before placing his hand between Eva's shoulders to gently push her to move up from the bed as well.
In the end, the Mandalorian never got the truth about who had put the eggs in his boots. He always did suspect though, that both of them had something to do with it.
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Request: Luciela having an interest to sing opera and asking her father for advice and if he can teach her, the two sing together when the rest of the brothers are out, perfect moment for a father and daughter moment, Lucifer agrees and dedicates the moment for his small daughter.
A/N: @revirushifaa This took a while but I hope you like it anyway, although I have changed a thing or two from your original request. And dear, I thought it was so cute to write this because, awwww, I love Lucifer and imagining him with a kid is so cute! But as I told you before it's the first time I've written with an Oc, so tell me if it looks good and if I got Lucie's personality right :3
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The wind that blew through Lucifer's hair stirred, heralding the coming rain. The ever-perfect avatar of pride was now completely disheveled, the cloak slung sloppily around his shoulders as he held in both hands a huge pile of gifts for his brothers and his dear daughter, Luciela. The business trip in the human world had ended with many deals and a party he preferred not to attend, yet he honored Diavolo's name by standing by his side and smiling as he always did before.
However, as much as his head ached and his eyes watered with impending pain, Lucifer was happy. He was happy that he was coming home after a long month, he was happy that he would be close to his chaotic brothers and their antics, but mostly because he could hold his little daughter in his arms and hear her sweet voice telling how her day had been. She was, ironically, like an angel, so beautiful, so smart and Lucifer felt his heart clench whenever he was away from her. She was his light after all.
Back at the House of Lamentations, he went from room to room to give the respective gifts to his younger brothers. Their surprised faces were what made it all worthwhile, especially the way Satan and Belphie looked at him with twinkling eyes before pretending they didn't care about the present or his return home. And carrying a slightly small box with a necklace made of the purest gold for his daughter, Lucifer was hoping she would like the simple gift. He walked to her room with slow steps and knocked on the door, waiting for her to come open. But she didn't answer or open the door. And thinking she was asleep, he opened the door subtly in the hope that he could at least see her round, childish face as she slept, cuddled with her plush. But she wasn't in bed either. And he hadn't seen her with any of his brothers either.
It wasn't unusual, however, for her to be in his room when he traveled. It was almost often that the two slept together, although he encouraged her to sleep in her own room alone. Anyway, he couldn't just ignore her when she came in and asked to sleep with him with those big, pretty eyes looking up at him. And knowing that, he went to his room. What he didn't expect was to hear a beautiful sound. A soft sound. A blessed sound. Such joy that ran through his weary soul and mind that he felt incredibly light for the first time in a long time.
There she was. Luciela sang the most beautiful song he'd ever been able to hear, her voice like a cherubim chorus on a sunny day. It was like the peace the world could wish for. And he applauded her like the proud father he totally was, a big smile on his face. The girl got up quickly and ran to hug him, her face lighting up as she saw who was applauding her so heartily. Lucifer lifted her into his arms and hugged her tight. “Dad, dad, did you like my music? I trained hard to surprise you!”
Lucifer nodded. He was extremely proud of his daughter, perhaps she was also able to see how pride spilled out of his ruby eyes because Luciela smiled with glee. Her little arms circled Lucifer's neck even more tightly and she laid her head on her father's chest, her eyes closing as she continued to hum.
"Can we sing together tomorrow, Dad?"
Her words are scrambled, as if she hasn't slept well. As if she'd been waiting for him for days and now that he was there she could finally sleep. Luciela melted at the warmth and comfort her father's arms offered, a tired sigh leaving her lips, but she refused to sleep. She wanted to spend more time with her father after all. The young girl had so much to tell him; how she rehearsed her singing, how she continued to play the piano just as he had taught her.
“Definitely my love,” Lucifer said, leading her to his bed. He laid her down carefully and left her gift on the headboard, quickly discarding his shoes and the long winter coat he wore to join her soon. Her eyes fluttering sleepily as a yawn escaped her. “, and we can play the piano too. But for that to happen you have to sleep now, right?”
Luciela nodded gracefully, laying her head on her father's shoulders and looking into his face as tired as her own. Her fingers traced patterns over Lucifer's cheeks as she relaxed, the covers over her body being enough encouragement to put her to sleep. Not before she mutters an "I love you, Dad."
And Lucifer, as always, felt his heart shudder with so many feelings. Everything that happened brought him to that moment, where he wasn't the happiest, because he still remembers the news of the pregnancy. He and her mother were both static. It was the happiest, most peaceful and serene moment, and then things happened, but he just swore that he would raise his daughter and that he would protect her, it was a promise that would never fail. Never.
tara voice: heh... I may have lost all my formative years to trauma and thus compromised my ability to feel real human emotion in the process 😜 *whips*
