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6. Charlie's little plan

A/N: So I saw this fanart of Lucifer in a dress and that gave me the idea to write this chp. I am heavily inspired by the designe and used it here. The picture is given above for yall to see :)
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No one's POV:
Charlie stood in the center of the room, practically vibrating with excitement. "OKAY! Soooo, that's it! What do you think?" She clasped her hands together like a kid on Christmas morning. She had just announced her brilliant plan: a masquerade ball, to which they would invite all the sinners and overlords (except for the Vees because, well... even Charlie had her limits). The goal? Convince the attendees to consider redemption, all while wearing fancy clothes.

It was an optimistic idea, to say the least. But hey, Charlie was nothing if not hopeful. She bounced on her heels, beaming at her friends like she’d just discovered the secret to world peace.

Angel Dust was the first to speak. "I’m in! And so is Husker, right?" He turned his stare to Husker like a mob boss offering a deal you definitely couldn’t refuse.

Husk sighed, already heading for the bar. "There’s booze. That’s all I need," he grunted, waving his hand like the whole thing was a done deal. Classic Husker.

Charlie blinked at the speed of his retreat, but quickly recovered. "Okay... great!" She turned back to the group, brimming with optimism again. "So! I already made the flyers, and Angel, I was hoping you and Cherri Bomb could help me distribute them?"

Angel Dust hesitated, eyes darting toward Vaggie, who was currently giving him a death glare. It wasn’t exactly optional. "Yeah, sure, sure! No prob, toots," he finally agreed with a dramatic sigh, casting a wary glance at Vaggie. "It’s fine. I’ll live… probably."

Charlie squealed in delight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She bounced over to her father, grinning mischievously. "Now, Dad, I have a very special request for you."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his charming grin in place. "Me? Of course, darling. Anything within my power!" He spread his arms like he was about to bless the room.

Charlie rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, as if bracing herself for something risky. "Sooo... I found out you were, uh… the Angel of ‘Perfect Beauty.’ And you have the gift of beauty, right? Like, that’s true?"

Lucifer blinked, tilting his head. "Well, yes. I was considered the most beautiful of all angels, once upon a time," he said as if it were the most casual thing in the world. Alastor, meanwhile, was pretending not to eavesdrop—but failing miserably.

Vaggie cut in, clearly still holding a grudge. "Before you fell, there were stories about how gorgeous you were. It’s a well-known fact."

"Okay, great! So it’s true!" Charlie clapped her hands, then gestured to Vaggie. "Alright, Vaggie, hand me the thing!"

Vaggie, looking a little too pleased, passed Charlie a neatly folded piece of fabric. Charlie unfolded it, revealing… the dress. The room went dead silent.

It was a sleeveless, floor-length gown with a high neckline and a long slit running up one side that practically screamed, Look at my leg! The dress started in black and faded into a sultry red at the edges. It was elegant, sure—but also, undeniably dramatic. And oh, there were fingerless gloves to match. Not to mention the heels. Glossy, black stilettos that could probably double as weapons.

Alastor’s ears perked up. Angel Dust let out a low whistle. Even Husker stopped drinking for a second to take in the masterpiece.

"Woah… where’d ya find this, princess?" Angel Dust asked, eyes glued to the outfit.

"That’s not important!" Charlie waved off the question like it was a minor detail. "What’s important is—Dad! How do you like it?"

Lucifer was… blushing. Actually blushing. He cleared his throat, suddenly looking a lot less like the confident King of Hell and more like a guy who’d just been handed the world’s most scandalous prom dress. "I—I… uh, y-yes. It’s a beautiful dress!" he stammered, eyes darting around the room.

"You don’t like it, do you?" Charlie’s eyes went wide with concern.

"No, no! I do! It’s just that I’ve never, uh… worn something like this before," Lucifer admitted, pointing at the dress like it was a grenade about to go off.

"Come on, Dad! You’d look AH-MAY-ZING!" Charlie hugged him, practically bouncing in his arms.

Angel Dust, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned against the bar with a smirk. "Good thing Valentino wasn’t invited to this shindig. If he saw you in that dress, Lucifer, I’d be out of a job!"

Lucifer giggled—yes, giggled—and blushed even harder. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Angel," he said, still clutching the dress like it might fly away.

Charlie turned back to the group. "Alright! Now, aside from Dad, all the guys are wearing suits and ties. Ladies, dresses or gowns. But hey, if anyone wants to cross-dress, go for it! I’m wearing a suit myself!"

Angel Dust winked. "Yeah, baby! I’m totally twinning with the Angel and the Devil over here!" He pointed dramatically between Lucifer and himself.

And just like that, the room buzzed with excitement. The ball was in three days, and everyone—even Lucifer—was ready to see what would happen next.

This was going to be fun.

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A/N: Okay I know! not a lot but I'll write more promise! I've been out of town and didn't get to bring my tab with me so.

Anyway I love yall! thank you sooo much for 146 views! 💖😭😭