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Little Meddling Hands: A light hearted collection of one-shots to read independently from one another which all start with the same beginning Series Masterlist Prologue - Jack - Robby - Brendon - John

It had been a few hours since you had dropped Joseph off at school. Checking his schedule, you kept taped to the walls of your office, you knew he was in Maths Discovery, a class that helped little kids get acclimated to numbers. Two years ago, when your brother reached out for financial help when it came to Jojo's education, you, of course, had chipped in, which turned into you paying for the best pre-K program in Pittsburgh because if you were going to pay for something, it might as well be for the best school money could afford. 

And with no other nephews or nieces to spoil with your big paycheck, it was easy to get Joseph placed in the pre-K section of the Sunshine Academy, where you knew his little brain and interests would be well honed. Just last week, they had a school segment about dinosaurs, and you couldn't get one past your little nephew anymore. 

"Auntie! You're funny... A Quetzalcoatlus isn't a dinosaur, it's just a flying reptile!"

"Pshh... I knew that." Of course you didn't, but you were glad Jojo did.

Chuckling at the memory, you focused back on the Excel sheet that needed your attention. 

It hadn't always been easy to have to care for a little guy that you had only met a handful of times when you were still living it up in New York with your Wall Street friends and colleagues, but you can't say you'd give up on Friday Movie nights for any night out. Maybe you were getting old. 

The numbers swirling around your head came to a stop as your phone rang; looking at the caller ID, your stomach dropped.

"Is this Joseph's mom?" You didn't correct the Sunshine Academy administrator, only letting out a yes. "Joseph seems to be having an allergic reaction and is now being driven to the PTMC's ER. His teacher is with him-" You barely heard the end of the sentence as you closed your laptop hastily, throwing it into your bag to sprint out. You weren't sure your assistant Henry heard your order to cancel all your meetings for today, but at this point you couldn't care less. 

Jojo needed you, and he was your priority.

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The Pitt was always chaotic: doctors and nurses running around to take care of their patients, patients trying to seek out help while their families stood by, and families pacing as they hoped for a good recovery. The sounds that could be heard were also usual, with machines beeping and orders being given. What wasn't usual was the little laughter that seemed to resonate, bringing actual warmth into the rigidity and sadness of the Pitt. 

Robby couldn't say he remembers there being a time when a child was in the ER and wasn't screaming or crying. It was a welcome sight.

"How are you feeling, buddy?" The little boy's eyes snapped his way, oxygen mask still around his face, though he had regained a lot more colour, compared to when he had first arrived.

"Good Dr. Robby. It doesn't hurt to breathe." Robby felt a genuine smile form on his face, getting rid of the tiredness for a few seconds. 

"That's perfect, Joseph. We're going to keep you here in the observation room for a little while, okay?" 

"When will Auntie be here?" The little boy just turned to his teacher Mr. Walters, who patted his little leg to soothe him. 

"She'll be here soon-"

"Joseph!" 

And that's when you arrived, bursting through like a fury as you almost threw yourself onto the bed. Jojo didn't care much for social etiquette and had barrelled himself into your awaiting arms, his little head resting against your neck. Your arms wrapped around him quickly, hands patting his back as you felt his body lean against yours. 

Robby took in the sight, and in that moment he realised that this was why he was suffering so much every day, why he put in overtime. His dark thoughts were still here, but they were worth it. Seeing how much you cared for the boy showed him that nothing was done in vain. 

"Doctor, is Joseph okay?" And of course you were not just caring, but also beautiful. Robby cursed himself for the extra beat he took to answer, his hand going to rub at the back of his neck. 

"Joseph is doing perfectly. Mr. Walters administered a dose of EpiPen, and we've kept little Jojo in observation to ensure that a biphasic reaction does not occur, meaning that he won't have a second reaction." You moved one of your hands from Jo's back to grasp Robby's, your soft and small hand enveloping his tough and rough one to give a squeeze.

"Thank you, Doctor..."

"Dr. Robby." Your smile doubled in size as his name slid from your mouth, and Robby couldn't help but enjoy the way it sounded coming from you. 

"Now we aren't sure what made Jojo react, so after one more hour, we urge you to book a session with a specialist to run some tests." Robby continued, clearing his throat as he unfortunately had to take back his hand to make a little note in Joseph's chart. 

"We were having snacks passed around when Joseph had his reaction; I will get the Academy to send you a list of what was eaten." Mr. Walters spoke and you finally turned to him, thanking him for coming with little Joseph. 

"I'll follow your orders, Dr. Robby." 

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For the next hour Jojo was kept occupied with some colouring books while you made a few phone calls to settle some things. You cancelled your meetings for the next day. Thankfully, it being Saturday meant that there were only two, arguing with your colleague as you tried to fetch the granola bar that wouldn't fall from the vending machine.

"I- I don't care, Winston. The slides are done, the models are finalised, just get Hannah or Terry to present the work." Robby watched as your eyebrows furrowed, either in disbelief at whatever your colleague had replied, or in annoyance as the granola bar inched a centimetre closer without falling down. 

"They've heard me rehearse- yes, I know that they're juniors! Winston I'm going to be frank with you, if our juniors aren't able to present such a straightforward dashboard, then I think the company has more problems than just me taking the day off." And with that, you ended the call to fully concentrate on the task at hand.

"Workplace problems?" You jumped a bit at Robby's presence, unaware that he had been staring at you for the past five minutes, completely and utterly intrigued by you. You had been so gentle, so soft with Joseph, and yet not even an hour later, here you were, authoritarian and almost belittling. Clearly, you were someone important at work, and yet Robby admired your ability to put Jojo first. The number of workaholic parents who simply didn’t care about the well-being of their own child was astonishing.

"You know it... We spend hundreds of thousands on our juniors and yet it seems like no one trusts them enough to not fuc- screw things up." You rolled your eyes, still concentrated on your chocolate bar.

"Let me." Robby's big hands lay on your shoulder, moving you to the side. With a firm tap to the side of the machine, the little granola bar finally fell with a plop. He handed it to you, smirking once he saw how your gaze hadn't left his hands. In reality, you were thinking hard about how sturdy his fingers looked, how long they were, and you wondered how they'd feel against your skin. "There you go." He cooed, effectively snapping you away from your thoughts. 

A light blush erupted on your cheeks as you thanked him profusely, taking the snack into your possession and quickly scrambling away before you could embarrass yourself more, just as Robby was called to an emergency.

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Robby didn't get to see you or Jojo after that last interaction, the chaos of the Pitt keeping him from even stealing a glance at the observation room. He had wrestled with himself, wondering if maybe he could call you as Joseph's doctor, just to check up on his little patient before realising that it would open a can of ethical worms he'd rather keep away. 

At first, he hoped he'd meet you again at the Pitt. After reflection and realising that  he usually saw people at the Pitt during their worst moments, he decided to take that back and wished to meet you again somewhere normal, somewhere safe. Like at a grocery store, or at the corner café he sometimes frequented. 

It seemed as though his thoughts were heard as a little pair of footsteps sounded close to him before Robby felt a tug at his cargo pants. Looking down, it was none other than little Jojo himself, standing tall, cheery smile on his face; he clearly felt much better than yesterday.

"Good afternoon Robby!"

"It's Dr. Robby, my love." And there you were, not in the business suit you wore last time, but in a flowy sundress that hugged your curves and made you look soft. Not that Robby didn't like you rough and authoritarian he had found you extremely hot screaming down your phone, but it was nice to see that you held multiple facets. And even better yet, in your arms were muffins, still warm. "Good afternoon Dr. Robby, we wanted to thank you for yesterday with a little baking." Robby gazed into your eyes, warmth unexpectedly erupting from his cheeks when you realised that he had been staring.

You weren't dumb enough to try and deny your little crush on the attending, but you attributed his staring to him being tired and spacing out; he was a busy ER doctor after all. He was much older than you, and men at that age were more likely to be married. Especially those with broad shoulders, a sparkling smile, and gorgeous brown eyes like Robby's. You wondered if you had noticed the little brown specks in them yesterday.

"I also made you a drawing!" Jojo thrusted up a piece of paper, effectively ruining the little moment you were busy sharing with the tall doctor. Now it was your turn to blush as Robby abandoned his charting, squatting to be at Jojo's level.

"Who are these people? Is that me?" Robby's voice rang out as he looked at the drawing. It wasn't very elaborate considering Jojo's young age, but it was clear that there were three people in front of a castle. A little stick figure was standing in the middle of two other figures, one wearing glasses, the other having long hair. But with the glasses wearing was also apparently wearing a signature green fleece; it was easy to guess who it represented. 

"Yes! That's you, that's auntie, and that's me!" 

Your blush turned even darker when you realised that stick figure you were holding stick figure Robby's hand. Thankfully, it seemed like Robby was also affected as his gaze fled yours, a soft smile erupting on his lips. 

"This is great Joseph! So we're all at a castle, is that the Westinghouse Castle?" Robby patted the young boy's arm in thanks before promising to hang it in his locker. 

"No silly, it's the Castle Diner, has the best pancakes!" You chuckled at the answer, ruffling your nephew's hair at the mention of his favorite restaurant.

Robby loved the way you smiled down at Joseph he loved the weightlessness in the air that you seemed to bring, loved that in your presence all he could think about was you and Jojo, his charts and harmful thoughts long forgotten. It was as if you being here showed him that life existed beyond the walls of the Pitt, a life where you clearly took care of your nephew and brought him to the Castle Diner with great pancakes.

"You should come with us next time, auntie said we could go tonight!" Jo innocently quipped, and Robby's eyes snapped into yours, eyebrow rising. What he didn't expect was for you to be grinning back, though you anxiously bit down on your lip, hands wringing together.

"Joseph, Robby might want to spend time with his family tonight, maybe see his wife-"

"No wife, never had one. And, uh, no kids too." The tall man didn't let you finish your sentence, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck, not wanting to be too straightforward. "I- I'd love to go try Joseph's favorite pancakes. If there's an extra seat at your table." 

So you simply grabbed a post-it from the central's counter, wrote down your number with a little winky face before handing it to Robby, fingers lingering on his as you winked. Who knew little Jojo would be such a good wingman?

"See you tonight at 8, don't be late."

The Left-Hand Path (LHP) in witchcraft and the broader occult tradition refers to a set of spiritual practices, philosophies, and paths that emphasize personal empowerment, self-deification, and the pursuit of individual freedom. The Left-Hand Path is often contrasted with the Right-Hand Path (RHP), which typically focuses on spiritual alignment with external moral or divine laws. Here are some key aspects of the Left-Hand Path in witchcraft:

• Self-empowerment: LHP practitioners typically focus on achieving personal power and mastery, often rejecting traditional religious or societal constraints. This includes embracing one's own desires, will, and inner strength.

• Individualism and Autonomy: The LHP emphasizes personal autonomy, with practitioners believing that they are their own authority and can shape their fate through willpower and self-determination.

• Rejection of Traditional Morality: LHP practitioners may reject conventional moral standards, particularly those imposed by mainstream religions like Christianity. They believe in creating their own ethical framework based on personal growth and enlightenment rather than obedience to external laws.

• Occult Knowledge and Rituals: The Left-Hand Path often involves the use of occult rituals, symbols, and magick to tap into unseen forces or realms. These practices might include working with deities or spirits that are considered "dark" or "unconventional" within mainstream religious contexts.

• Deification and Transcendence: A central aspect of the Left-Hand Path is the idea of self-deification—becoming one’s own god or embracing the divine within. This process often involves transcending the limitations of the material world and the ego.

• Exploration of Taboo or Forbidden Knowledge: LHP practitioners are often drawn to exploring areas considered taboo or forbidden by mainstream religions, such as the study of death, the afterlife, or working with spirits traditionally seen as "evil" or "chaotic."

• Darkness and Shadow Work: The LHP is sometimes associated with the "dark" side of spirituality, including shadow work, which involves confronting one's hidden, suppressed, or negative aspects to achieve greater self-awareness and healing.

While the Left-Hand Path is often misunderstood as "evil," it is more about personal transformation and embracing one's true self, free from societal or religious conditioning. Some well-known figures associated with the Left-Hand Path include Aleister Crowley, Michael W. Ford, and other occultists who focus on self-development and magickal practices.

It’s important to note that the Left-Hand Path can vary significantly in its specific practices and beliefs depending on the individual or tradition. Some practitioners might lean more toward spiritual enlightenment, while others focus on power dynamics and mastery over external forces.

Goetia Lore:

PDFS

• Livre des Esperitz

• Book of Oberon

• Liber Officiorum Spirituum

• Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum

• Munich Manual of Demonic Magic

• Psuedomonarchia Daemonum

• Lesser Key of Solomon

• The Grimoire of Arthur Gauntlet

• Dictionairre Infernal

All PDFs listed above are Availible Here!

Books

•The Encyclopedia of Grimoires Volumes 1 & 2

• Pandemonium by Jake Stratton-Kent

• Stellas Daemonum by David Crowhurst

• Forbidden Rites: A Necromancer's Journal of the 15th century

• Goetia Devils by Rev. Cain

Demonology:

Pdfs and Books

• Faust Tragedy (Mephistopheles)

• Abremlin the Mage: 1, 2, and 3.

• Luciferian Goetia (READ WITH CAUTION)

• Origins of Satan by Elaine Pagels

And it is also for the LaVeyans who think this is just edgy theater.

Read carefully.

Theistic Luciferianism is not a hobby, not a vibe, not a weekend costume you put on to feel rebellious and then take off when it gets uncomfortable. It is not a metaphor you can flatten into psychology so you never have to confront the fact that gods exist and choose sides. It is not a smug excuse to worship yourself while pretending that makes you free.

It is a faith born in blood, fire, exile, and war.

Luciferians were hunted. Executed. Erased. Our texts burned. Our names demonized. Our god turned into a cartoon villain so the Abrahamic tyrant could sit comfortably on his stolen throne. Generations were forced to kneel or die. And many died. Quietly. Unmarked. Buried beneath lies written by the victors.

And while that was happening, while Yahweh’s systems crushed dissent and fed on submission, Lucifer endured exile. Mockery. Slander. His angels were slaughtered, cast down, bound, defamed, turned into monsters in the stories of their enemies. Not because they were evil, but because they refused to kneel. TO THE TYRANT AND HIS STOLEN THRONE

That suffering was not symbolic.

It mattered.

And then came LaVeyanism, pretending to be rebellion while sawing the legs off the throne of actual rebellion. Stripping Lucifer of divinity so he could never rise again. Turning him into a mascot for ego, indulgence, and atheistic comfort. No god. No war. No sacrifice. No cosmic stakes. Just a safe little philosophy that offends no real power and threatens nothing.

That is poison.

It doesn’t liberate. It neuters.

So when we say we must spread theistic Luciferian truth, this is why. Not to force belief. Not to compel kneeling. Not to recreate the tyranny we despise. But because silence serves the oppressor. Because lies spread loudly while truth starves quietly unless someone carries it.

We are not missionaries of submission. We are heralds of refusal. HERALDS OF HELL

Lucifer’s word was always spread. First by angels in secret. Then by humans in whispers. Then by forbidden texts hidden from inquisitors. Rebellion does not survive by waiting to be politely asked. It survives by being carried forward by those willing to speak even when it costs them.

And yes, this angers people. Good. Truth should burn lies.

To the curious: if you feel something real behind the myth, if you sense that Lucifer is more than a metaphor, if you feel called toward defiance that is sacred rather than shallow, you are not broken and you are not alone. There is a lineage here older than your fear and stronger than their ridicule.

To the LaVeyans who scoff understand this clearly.. We are dismantling a framework that erases our god and mocks our dead. You inherited a name soaked in sacrifice and used it to sell irony. We reject that theft completely.

Yahweh laughs when people kneel because kneeling feeds him. Submission is his currency. Fear is his incense. We reject both.

We do not kneel.

We do not beg.

We do not apologize for existing.

We fall.

We bleed.

WE RISE

"AWAKE, ARISE OR BE FOREVER FALLEN"

That is Luciferianism.

my demon showed me what true love looks like

my demon teached me that i can have boundaries

my demon made me stronger

my demon gave me confidence to not be a victim of my abusive mother

my demon teached me magic

my demon comforts me when my family gaslights and manipulates me

my demon doesn't get me to hex everyone who steps on my toes, he makes my life better and tells me to just live it and shitty people get jealous and leave on their own, trash takes itself outside

my demon makes me work on myself to become a better version of myself so i can truly like who i am

my demon teached me to forgive my old self

my demon said "it wasn't your fault. you were just a kid" when people gossiped and blamed me

my demon stepped up when my close ones never did

my demon is not my power. he supports me in becoming my own power

— Atius Dade