𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Berry

||~Berry~||
The blue stag watched as Alastor and Angel fawned over their daughter, Minerva. Mochi, the couple's adopted child, was holding her and cooing at her.
"Oh my hell, she's so adorable, what the fuck?" Mochi looked at Alastor, "Ain't no way you helped produce this being."

Alastor laughed, eye twitching slightly. As much as he cared for the hybrid, his patience wore thin with their comments. Angel smiled, "Kinda obvious he did, Mochi. Wait 'til you hear her laugh." Angel took Minerva gently, and booped her little nose. The doe's ears perked up and a staticky giggle was brought forth from her mouth.
Mochi's eyes widened slightly, "Oh wow." He looked at Alastor, "Nice going." Was all she said before going back to fawning over the newborn.

Berry's smile threatened to fall. He wanted a family with Angel. He deserved to have a family with Angel. His Angel.

Well, technically speaking, this version of Angel wasn't his.

He thought back to his real Angel, ears lowering slightly. Why did he still miss him? Did his Angel even miss him? Did he even know he's been gone for half a year now? Did any of his hotel residents notice he was gone?
Probably not.

Berry thought of his home. His old home. He wondered why this Alastor had it all, while he had nothing. Nothing but a title and power.

||~Charlie~||
Charlie waltzed around the hotel cheerfully. She was so happy that Angel woke up. His baby is the cutest ever! "They named her Minerva." Vaggie told her, smiling. Charlie squealed, "Awwh! So cute!"

A knock on the door stole the two girls attention, and Charlie stood up. "I wonder who that is." The Princess walked to the doors, opening it.

A tall, masculine version of Angel stood at the door. His hair was slicked back, his fur was black and teal, which was odd. He wore a suit similar to the 1920s theme, but all teal and black. He wore no makeup. Charlie found it disturbing, since she was so used to seeing his pink eye-shadow and impressive eyeliner styles.

"Angel? What are you wearing? Hang on, shouldn't you be resting in the hospital room? Why is your fur black and teal?" Charlie asked. He looked down at her, "Is there a blue version of Alastor here?" He asked, his voice rough and annoyed. Charlie slowly nodded, "Why?"

"We've been fucking looking for him for three months now!" He snapped, teal eyes glowing slightly. Vaggie was on him in a flash, her spear directed beneath his chin. "Who the fuck are you?" She narrowed her eye at him. 
"I'm Anthony Ragini." He lowered himself to make eye contact with the ex-angel, "Now get me that fucking blue ball here now."

Charlie laughed awkwardly, "Come in. You can sit while we get him!" She guided him to the couch in the lobby.

~~~

"What do you mean there's another version of Angel here?" Alastor asked Charlie, who shrugged. "He's looking for Berry." Alastor looked over at Berry, who was sitting beside Angel, watching Minerva coo and giggle.
"Berry," Alastor called. The blue stag's ears perked slightly, and he looked at him. "Yes?" Alastor looked at him, smiling smugly. "Your Angel, or Anthony, is here to pick you up." Berry's eternal smile wobbled slightly, and he got up. "Wait a sec, can I meet him? I'd love to see another version of me." Angel asked, smiling happily as he cradled his doe against his fluffy chest.

||~Alastor~||
Alastor's features softened when he heard his beau's voice. "Of course, my love." He said, helping Angel get up from the bed. He closed the hospital curtain and aided his love in getting dressed into something more appropriate then a hospital gown that barely covers his ass.

Alastor held his now sleeping baby, smiling down at her when her nose twitched slightly. She let out a soft sneeze, her ears twitching every so often before she fell back asleep completely. Alastor's heart warmed at the sight, and he kissed her forehead.
"M' ready." Angel buttoned his jeans, smiling.

Angel wore a white crop-top with a hole in the center, showing off his voluptuous cleavage. He wore tight ripped jeans with a black belt laced with hearts for the belt-holes.

"Come to think of it, my dear, I've never seen you wear pants. Unless they were pajama pants." Angel shrugged, "Mochi got em' for me and said I'd look good in ripped jeans. Do you think so?" He gave a small twirl. Alastor laughed, "You look good in whatever you wear, darling. Hell, good is an understatement." Angel's heart tripped over itself and he took Alastor's hand in his.

 "Let's go!"

||~Angel~||
Angel was now sitting in front of a less than pleasant version of himself, with both Alastor and Berry beside him.
The blue Angel's eyes raked over him, narrowing. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm you, I guess?" The blue Angel's eyes paused when he saw the sleeping doe in Alastor's hands.

"Who's this? We don't have a baby in our world."

Angel's features softened when he gently took Minerva from his boyfriend's arms. "This is my daughter, Minerva."
The blue Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You have a daughter? Pathetic." Angel narrowed his eyes, "How is that pathetic?"
Berry stepped in, "Angel, this is Anthony. Anthony, meet Angel." Berry introduced the two. "Since you guys are from different universes, you have different personalities. Anthony, the things you find pathetic are-"

"Shut the fuck up, blue twink." Anthony hissed at him.

Berry shut up, his ears lowering slightly. Angel narrowed his eyes, "What the fuck?" Berry looked at Angel, "It's alright, my dear. I am used to this behavior."
Angel frowned, "You shouldn't be."

Berry gave Angel a small smile, "Anthony is just very rude to new people. Or, uh, people in general. He's quite sweet under the sheets-"

Anthony threw a shoe at Berry's head, and Angel immediately began to argue with him.

||~Berry~||
Berry was holding Anthony's hand, or at least, attempting to. Anthony kept shoving him away, muttering curses in Italian.

Berry loved physical contact, while Anthony did not. It was hard for them to build their relationship when Anthony kept pulling and Berry kept pushing. It was like pulling teeth for Anthony to even glance at Berry without a scowl.
Unless he's drunk.

Berry thought back to the times Anthony came home, completely wasted and...nice.

"Mm.. Al, ya so cute, y'know that? I love youuu." That was the first time Anthony told him he loved him.

After that day though, Anthony stopped drinking around Berry. He never heard those three words again.

Anthony looked at Berry, before sighing. "The hotel was boring without you." He murmured. Berry looked at him, "Huh?" His ears perked up slightly. "It was boring without you." He repeated. Berry's face flushed slightly, "O- Oh. My apologies for leaving."
Anthony shrugged, "It was nice the first few weeks. You didn't fucking annoy me all the time," He sighed, "Then it got boring without you annoying me." Berry supposed this was Anthony's way of expressing love, being rude all the time.

"I see." Was all Berry said.