Fallen Love Hazbin Hotel Charlie x Male Reader

Hell's Best Dad

Lucifer: "Yes! Finally!"

Lucifer leaps up from his workshop table, triumphantly holding a rubber duck in his hand. His victory is short-lived however as the duck begins to malfunction, twitching and dancing uncontrollably.

Lucifer: "Ahg! No! No! No! You stupid, ducking duck!!"

In a fit of rage, he hurls the duck against the wall. It lets out a comical squeak as it bounces off and continues its erratic dance on the floor.

Lucifer: "Why!? Why can it never be... perfect?"

He slumps against the wall, sliding down to the floor, head in hands as childhood memories flood his mind. After a moment, he glances at the duck, now less angry and more contemplative. With a sigh, he stands and gently picks it up.

Lucifer: "I'm sorry, little fella. I didn't mean to."

He carefully dusts it off, holding it up to inspect it with a renewed, gentle smile.

Lucifer: "Your name shall be... Happy Feet. Yeah, I think that's a good name."

Lucifer smiles as he pats the duck on the head, then walks over to a shelf filled with other rubber ducks—some ugly, some broken. He places Happy Feet on the shelf with a final pat.

Lucifer: "This shall be your new brothers and sisters, little guy. Welcome to the family."

He gazes proudly at his collection of rubber ducks, his smile reminiscent of a proud father. Turning, he faces a portrait of himself with Lilith and a young Charlie. He sighs and heads to his nightstand, grabbing a pill bottle. He shakes it, only one pill falls out, and he realizes the bottle is empty.

Lucifer: "Looks like I need to call Belphegor again for a prescription refill."

He grabs a glass of wine and downs his last pill with it. Walking over to a cracked mirror, he forces a smile with his hands, but the fake smile quickly fades. He then places a hand on his eye patch covering his right eye. His expression turns solemn as he stares at his reflection.

Lucifer: (whispering) "Some things can never be fixed...Why can't I just be happy without these blasted pills?"

A single tear escapes his left eye. He catches it with his hand, staring at the droplet as if seeing it for the first time.

Lucifer: "Huh... I forgot I could cry. It's been so long."

His moment of vulnerability is abruptly interrupted by the sharp ringing of his phone. He fumbles through his pockets, heart racing, until he finally retrieves it. The screen reads: Apple Pie with the picture of baby Charlie.

Lucifer: "Charlie?!"

Lucifer stares at his phone, his thumb hovering over the "send to voicemail" button. His eyes shift to the family portrait on the wall—himself, Lilith, and a young Charlie, all smiling warmly. He takes a deep breath, his face a mask of conflicting emotions.

Lucifer: "No, I think it's finally time."

He turns to the cracked mirror, his fragmented reflection staring back at him. He touches the mirror, tracing the fissures with his fingertips.

Lucifer: "You've come a long way, haven't you? You can be there for her now. You have to be."

He takes another deep breath, steadier this time.

Lucifer: "Happy voice, happy voice. Don't let her hear the cracks."

Lucifer clicks "answer" on the phone, and immediately responds in a big, imposing voice.

Lucifer: "Hello! Who is this?"

Charlie, taken aback, responds with an awkward tone.

Charlie: "Uh, hello Dad. It's me, Charlie, your daughter."