Broken Record one-shots

His Little Doll

Not-So-Secret-Crush Prompt:

"Your bedhead is ridiculous. Come here, let me brush your hair."

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Charlie had been pacing the lobby for the past couple hours now. Her brows furrowed as she intensely chewed on her fingernail.

Vaggie was watching her from off to the side; she knew why Charlie seemed so distraught. Today, Charlie had scheduled another interview to promote the Happy Hotel. Only this time, she would bring an actual patron – one that wasn't a porn star with a tendency for violence.

"Don't worry, Charlie. Serenity will do great." The moth demon approached her frazzled girlfriend.

Charlie ceased her pacing once Vaggie came up behind her, gently grasping her shoulders. The Princess sighed and forced a small smile.

It's not that she thought Serenity would do bad. No no, quite the opposite. She was more worried about the sweet demon being utterly ridiculed on live television.

As if reading her mind, Vaggie spoke up once again. "Remember, we'll be with her the whole time."

Charlie leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Vaggie's cheek, as a 'thank you' for the reassuring words.

"For once, I agree with the little moth!" The booming voice and the static that suddenly took over the atmosphere was an automatic giveaway as to who just inserted himself into the conversation. "No demon can resist a modern woman with a bit of class! And in my humble opinion, she is a far better and more pleasant representative than... the other one."

Alastor mumbled his last bit of dialogue. Everyone in the room knew who he was talking about: the spider demon who couldn't seem to go a single conversation without trying to get into someone's pants. Another reason to choose Serenity over him.

Charlie felt a slight weight being lifted off of her shoulders. Alastor and Vaggie were right; Serenity would be able to handle this... Probably.

"Hmm, shouldn't she be down here already?" The thought crossed Charlie's mind as she looked around. She hadn't seen the brunette all morning – she must still be in her room.

"Al, would you mind-?"

"Not at all, sweetheart! Not at all!" The Radio Demon exclaimed, trotting out of the lobby just as quickly as he came in.

Once Alastor was at the front of Serenity's door, he straightened out his already immaculate appearance before rhythmically knocking on the wooden surface. He expected an immediate answer, but nothing. Quirking an eyebrow, he proceeded to knock again... Still nothing. Shrugging his shoulders, Alastor decided to let himself in.

The little doll must still be sleeping. He thought, and he was proven correct after opening the door and stepping through the threshold.

Serenity was indeed still fast asleep: her mass of brown hair practically encasing her body, as her chest rose and fell. Alastor tilted his head as he observed her sleeping form, his ever-present smile never changing.

Alastor had an odd relationship with Serenity, to say the least. When they first met, Serenity had no clue of the Radio Demon's reputation. Which was fine, she was less than a year new to Hell, after all. But still, Alastor always made an effort to make an impression of himself; whether the demon wished to fear, hate, or befriend him afterwards, Alastor didn't care. But leave it to a sweet and innocent denizen of Hell to surprise he Radio Demon with her seemingly endless supply of generosity, and bold belief that she could reach Heaven one day. Not that Alastor thought she could, regardless of how 'out-of-place' Serenity was in Hell. Redemption was futile for a demon, this Alastor was certain of. Yet, Serenity still persisted. If only she would allow Alastor to help her see the reality of these things.