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A static hum behind the door A shadow dancing on the floor The Princess and the Radio King Drawn by a dark and secret thing Behind the gaze of watchful eyes Where Vaggie’s silver spear-point lies They share a look, a lingering spark A flicker glowing in the dark She finds a thrill in velvet grit His wicked laugh, his jagged wit And he, who claims to feel no heart Is pulled by light and torn apart A hand upon a crimson sleeve A web of trust they quietly weave Away from judgment, sharp and stern Where embers of a secret burn In corners where the lights grow dim She finds herself reaching for him And Alastor, with toothy grin Invites the chaos, lets her in They hide the warmth, they play the part A hollow beat for a lonely heart While Vaggie guards the hotel gates Unaware of shifting fates A whispered word, a brush of skin The place where saint and sin begin Two forces bound, a strange delight Beneath the radar of the night Trading smiles they shouldn’t share A heavy tension in the air The Radio Demon and the Star Loving from a distance, yet so far
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
The Shadow and the Morningstar
A static hum behind the door A shadow dancing on the floor The Princess and the Radio King Drawn by a dark and secret thing Behind the gaze of watchful eyes Where Vaggie’s silver spear-point lies They share a look, a lingering spark A flicker glowing in the dark She finds a thrill in velvet grit His wicked laugh, his jagged wit And he, who claims to feel no heart Is pulled by light and torn apart A hand upon a crimson sleeve A web of trust they quietly weave Away from judgment, sharp and stern Where embers of a secret burn In corners where the lights grow dim She finds herself reaching for him And Alastor, with toothy grin Invites the chaos, lets her in They hide the warmth, they play the part A hollow beat for a lonely heart While Vaggie guards the hotel gates Unaware of shifting fates A whispered word, a brush of skin The place where saint and sin begin Two forces bound, a strange delight Beneath the radar of the night Trading smiles they shouldn’t share A heavy tension in the air The Radio Demon and the Star Loving from a distance, yet so far
This is if Charlie and Alastor started liking each other behind Vaggies back. I also am a shipper of Chaggie and Charlastor so I don't really care which one they go with
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
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