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randomgurl2326 · 3 months

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Adam Relationship Headcannons

SFW

You two met after the whole Lilith and Eve debacle

You were sent to be his Guardian Angel down in the Garden of Eden. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about Eve when he first saw you

He was in the middle of the garden, talking to Eve and then you show up… man’s whipped. Simp I tell you

(Actually wished that you were made to be his wife instead of the baddie Lilith or the goodie-two-shoes Eve)

Again. Whipped.

Now, tho is guy… whewww. He may seem incredibly misogynistic to practically everyone around him. But he can be a total sweetheart

He would—if you didn’t know how to already—teach you how to shred on the guitar

Speaking of guitars, that gold strat that he had during the battle in the last episode is only used during a special occasion (case and point, when you two have a date night or after sex)

He also serenades you every chance he gets

After dinner

After a meeting

After sex

After just walking the goddamn promenade

I also think he would be heavenly (ha! See what i did there? No? Okay…) in the kitchen. Especially for date night. Adam knows how to make the best prime rib in heaven

(Lute totally hasn’t tried to blackmail the recipe out of him)

Adam is also very insecure about how he looks under his mask

Especially after having two wives ditch him for Lucifer

He definitely needs to be praised on a daily basis, even if it seems like he’s an egotistical asshole

Every day you tell him how handsome he is and he doesn’t believe you (c’mon have you seen him fuckin’ hot)

You two sometimes don’t see each other days on end because you both work so much. You being a high-ranking Angel/seraphim and him being well… the first man on Earth

If you guys go especially long for not seeing each other, you guys hole up a few days in your shared home spending time with each other among other things…

By the way, you and Lute are best friends, probably more than her and Adam

Like, seriously, if you’re not with him, you’re with her. Gossiping or fucking around, it’s heaven, there’s infinite things to do

You two are also very lovey dovey with each other

One time Sera had cover Emily’s eyes with her wings because you two were making out and feeling each other up in the middle of the Heavenly Court Room

Despite all of his faults, he’s a good husband to you, a great one actually. And if you two were to ever have kids, he’d definitely be the dad who everyone loves

He would introduce them to rock, punk, metal.

Definitely plays his guitar to get them to sleep every night

NSFW

Okay… he want lying about being the Dick Master. He can pleasure women, that is not a problem for him

Also, it might not seem like it, but he loves going down on you. Probably one of his favorite pass times actually

I swear, this man could make you scream his name within minutes. No joke

Don’t get me wrong, he loves receiving head

But just not as much as he loves eating pussy (Lilith and Eve missed out on that one for sure)

He also has a bigger dick than average

Probably 6-7.5 inches in length and hella girthy. Uncircumcised (duh), and a vein that runs up the bottom of it

Definitely knows how to use it

Every one within a five mile radius of your guys’ house… let’s just say I feel really bad for them

No joke, he is insane about pleasuring you

This probably also feeds into his insecurity about you leaving him (you won’t)

He for sure has a praise kink. Seriously, tell him he’s a good boy and he’s unraveling under your touch instantly

His favorite position is cowgirl (what can he say, he loves powerful women)

But he’s down for whatever position you want; missionary, warrior, against a wall, whatever

Speaking of wall sex, Lute has definitely caught you two more than once

The first time she did was when you two were in Adam’s office while he was supposed to be planning the next extermination. She came to ask him a question about it and there you two were. Goin’ at it like rabbits on the wall next to his desk

She couldn’t look you guys in the eye for three weeks. It was terrible

Adam also doesn’t seem like the type of guy to have sex toys or feel the need to use them

But, again, he’s whipped. So he’s willing to do whatever you want to do

Wont admit this to anyone but you, but he likes to sub every once in a while. Especially with all the ‘first man’ stuff weighing down on him he needs a way to get away from all that stress

Despite him making crude jokes about sex, he’s a very giving partner in bed

He had to make sure you cum at least twice before he gets his dick wet

Also, have I mentioned how good he is at eating pussy? Oh, I have? Yeah, well, he is (especially with that tiny bit of stubble on his chin… gahhh)

Just needed to get it out there

All in all, Adam is a very giving person in bed, can be selfish at times but will make up for it. He loves you too much for you to feel mad or upset (especially with him)

A/N: this was my first time writing for Adam and Hazbin in general. I hope you liked it. I love you all💚💜

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queenariesofnarnia · 2 months

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i've killed you once

gif not mine!

alastor x f! reader

warnings: mentions of killing

wc: 1,300

You were in Hell, and you weren’t even shocked that you ended up here. You were now a stunning cat demon, well half cat demon. You had cat features, your ears, claws, and tail. The rest of you looked human still. You’re dressed in a deep burgundy flapper dress that had a black beaded fringe overlay. Thick curls framing your face, that always had flawless makeup. Satin black opera gloves to your elbows. Your wedding ring still on your finger, you quickly made a name for yourself on this side of the pentagram, taking over for this bitchy overload who thought you couldn’t defend yourself in a fight. The souls you own and everyone in your territory just calls you Kitty, not many people have the pleasure of knowing your real name.

You’ve been seeing the hotel run by Lucifer’s daughter during commercial breaks deciding to go and see the hotel for yourself believing in her cause. You were willing to offer help if she needed it. Knocking on the door you waited less that a minute for an answer.

“Hi welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” the princess’ cheery voice greeted you. Smiling at her you introduced yourself thanking her. She guided you into the parlor to meet everyone.

“Everyone this is Kitty! Kitty this is Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor is around here somewhere." she says gesturing to everyone. “We’re getting ready for my Dad’s visit. Would you mind helping?” she asked you with a hopeful smile.

“Not at all. Just tell me what to do” you tell her more than willing to lend a hand. As you were setting up you got to know Angel Dust and Pentious. You also caught up with Husk, you haven’t seen him in some time. You took time to even get to know Vaggie and Charlie, until the sound of static cut through the air.

“Cher?” the nickname being one you haven’t heard since losing your lover in 1933. You glance up meeting red eyes, and an ever-present grin.

“Baby?” your voice getting caught in your throat, seeing him again. Making your way to his open arms, he held you close. It reminded you of the night you lost him. Before your reunion could continue Lucifer arrived. You moved to stand next to the guys.

“Charlie why don’t you introduce me to your other friends” Lucifer suggests turning away from Alastor making you giggle at their interaction. He made his way through everyone placing a kiss on your hand as he introduced himself to you. Static rang through the air again from Alastor, his grin strained as he looked at Lucifer holding your hand. Pulling away from him you snatch a cookie off the table snacking on it. You all stood by as Lucifer and Alastor started singing.

“Does everybody just burst into song here?” you ask laughing.

“Yeah toots, it’s a daily thing here” Angel says laughing with you. Everyone just chats away as they battle for the song until a grating voice that you hated even more than when you were alive. Fucking Mimzy, you wished you would’ve escaped this bitch. You growl as she wraps her arms around Alastor. Angel and Husk each put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. He dismisses himself to continue the tour with Charlie. You all made your way to the bar, you stood next to Husk. Tuning out Mimzy’s story but catching out the corner of your eyes as Husk walked away. You followed Husk and witnessed his interaction with Alastor. You rushed to his side helping him up, watching Alastor walk away.

“Let’s go back to the others Husk” you held his hand gingerly walking him back to the bar. Walking back to a ton of commotion. You see Mimzy ducking on the floor as whoever was outside looking for her yelled her name.

“What the fuck did you do bitch?” You growl at the blonde ready to attack her.

“I may be in trouble with some loan sharks. May or may not have borrowed fifty grand...” she runs to hide behind the bar next to Husk. “And I may have stolen a car and crashed it into the loan shark’s girlfriend” she finishes. Angel stopped you from lunging at her. Trying to handle the damage that’s being caused because of Mimzy.

“I’ll take care of this” you heard Vaggie’s voice from behind you.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. Its time I remind everyone why I’m here”

“Finally! It took ya long enough.” Mimzy sounds excited, and you do your best not to hit her. You watched in awe as Alastor grew and tore the loan sharks to pieces. You enjoyed the sight of watching him in his zone. Once he was done you made your way outside to him. Reaching his side, he grabbed your hand pulling you to him.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show.” Mimzy says walking out, continuing to thank him. You growl at her cutting her off.

“You need to leave bitch” you look her in the eyes, your cat like pupils in slits and your tail viciously swaying.

“Calm down Kitty, you don’t mean that” she says laughing.

“I mean it bitch. Do yourself a favor and remember that I’m the reason you’re here” you remind her, your claw poking her nose. You pull away from Alastor, staring her down.

“But Alastor loves takin care of me” she says trying to lighten the mood. You wrap your claws around her neck cutting her off.

“I killed you once Mimzy, best believe I’ll do it again.” Your tone deep before you toss her to the side. As she scrambles to get up you walk back into the hotel. Her and Alastor exchange a few more words, and he reminds her she needs to leave.

“Come here cher” his command was firm. You grasp his hand before his shadows consume you both. You appeared to be in what you’re assuming is his room. Of course he had the bayou attached to it. “Now enlighten me on what you said to Mimzy” the static in his voice calmed you down.

“After you died, I just ended up working to take care of myself. But I also continued killing to feel close to you. I’d use my looks to lure men in and kill them. It was easy and most men are stupid. Then Mimzy made a comment ‘You don’t know how to take care of yourself now that Alastor ain’t around” it made me snap. I waited for her to be through with her show at the lounge. I offered her a ride as a friend, even gave her something to drink. I used powdered potassium it made it look natural. She was found dead in her house. I handled her arrangement since I played the “grieving best friend ” so well. I gave her a better send off than she deserved. The cops never caught my trail of the men I killed. I died of natural causes years later in our little cabin.” You told him the story of how the rest of your life went after his passing. If his grin could get wider, it would. He asked you to elaborate on the men you killed and Mimzy. He couldn’t be prouder of his wife. He stood up grabbing your cheeks with his clawed hands pulling you in for a kiss.

“ Oh, how I’ve missed you darling” he said pulling away keeping his hands on your waist. Your hands finding their place on his chest.

“I’ve missed you more” your voice sounds silent compared to the sounds of the bayou. Alastor pulled you in for a hug enjoyed your presence that he has missed for so long.

#alastor x reader #xreader #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor imagine #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #alastor the radio demon

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scekrex · 2 months

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Ask and I shall, deliver! Since you've asked for some prompts, I've had this one in my mind :D

How about a male reader being married to Adam, the whole last extermination day happens, battle at the Hotel and Adam dying. The reader couldn't save his husband, goes back to Heaven depressed as shit and not even for one day believes that Adam is actually dead (reborn sinner!Adam is my jam, can you notice?), so in secret from Heaven he goes to hell under disguise to search for his husband. When he finally finds him, he runs at him full speed at squeezes him as tightly as he can. Adam thinking that reader forgot about him and wouldn't want to be with him even if he was alive since he was now a sinner and the reader just saying: When I was marrying you, I vowed to you "Through thick and thin, through sickness and health, till death do us part", you don't look very dead to me.

Basically just sweet ol' hurt/comfort with a happy ending :V Btw, love your work! Genuinely keeps me awake at night making up scenarios in my head, damn 💀

Also, you've just been squished Adam'd 😎

squished Adam my beloved whoooooo

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase

pairing: Adam x male!angel!reader

warnings: language, temporary character death

note: not beta read bc idc

Lucifer was punching Adam, again and again. You couldn't see but you heard. You heard his groans and yelps filled with pain and then there was silence.

You stood up as well as possible. Your leg was badly injured, some fuck up had almost cut it off entirely, your shoulder was shattered because that fucking porn demon had managed to hit your wing with two bullets which had caused you to crash down onto the ground due to the sudden pain.

“Adam,” you groaned as you slowly made your way over to where your husband was. You were worried, fuck that, you were frightened. While the demons hurting Adam's soldiers was one thing, them actually hurting Adam was something different entirely.

Adam crawled out of the pit, blood smeared across his face, a blue eye and several other facial injuries. Fuck it would take a long time for all of that bullshit to heal. “No, you don't get to end this,” you heard the voice of the first man speaking to the sinners that had gathered up around the pit Lucifer had created when he and his hell spawn of daughter had slammed the taller man onto the ground. “I’m fucking Adam, I’m the fucking man,” he stood up, finally facing the sinners he had been battling the entire time and you wanted to rush to him, to simply grab him and fly off before worse things could happen. Adam was already hurt, there was no need to stay longer and make things worse. However, the cannibal that suddenly grabbed your food and yanked it off the ground caught you off guard, made you crash onto the ground yet a second time as a loud scream of pain erupted from your chest. That motherfucker had torn your leg off even more. It was still attached to your body but the wound was huge and the blood had already managed to get through the fabric you had wrapped around it in panic, covering the once black fabric in shiny golden blood.

Adam's head snapped in your direction at that though and he was quick to react and rush over to you. Not that you needed help however, once you had noticed the danger you were quick to shatter the cannibal’s skull and shove him off of you. “Adam,” you called out for your husband again, you stretched your arms out, ready to pull him into a tight, warm hug. A few steps in front of you he stopped though. It took you too long to register what had just happened and your brain only seemed to catch on when Adam's body hit the ground. He had fallen face forward, revealing the little demon girl that was now sitting on his back and that was happily holding onto the dagger that had just been rammed through Adam's chest. “NO,” you screamed, crawling over to the man you loved most. The grip on your halberd was far from steady and the pain fogged up your mind so much that you weren't able concentrate and use it properly, so instead of slicing that fucking whore in half, all you were able to accomplish was to poke her, maybe leave a scratch on her cheek.

However, it did the job and she got up, the little bastard happily walked over to where Charlie stood. “Adam, c’mon you fucking idiot,” you cried out once you had reached his body. Your physical pain was easy to ignore compared to the emotional pain you were feeling, so you sat down and pulled the brunette's head on your lap to steady him. “Please babe, you can fucking do this,” you ripped a huge piece of fabric from your robe and pressed it onto his still bleeding wound, panic filled your body.

What if…

“Don’t fucking leave me bitch, talk to me,” you were yelling and the sinners were watching, a thing you really couldn't care less about. “Fuck, babe, don't you dare and die on me,” you gently cupped his face with one hand, the other continued to press the fabric to Adam's chest in order to hopefully stop the bleeding. The sinners started to mumble, they were obviously talking about the both of you.

Adam turned his face slightly to look you in the eyes and all that he was able to manage was a smile. Fuck. “You’re not allowed to fucking die, you hear me? I-” you flinched when a hand came to rest on your shoulder in order to ground you. It was Lute who was standing behind you. She wasn't providing comfort, that much you knew. She was here to force you to leave. You shrugged her hand off of you forcefully, “Don’t fucking touch me, I'm not leaving him-” Lucifer interrupted you. “Yes you fucking are. You'll gather your fucking soldiers and you'll lead them back to heaven, right fucking now.”

You glanced down at Adam, who's eyes had fallen shut in the meantime and you couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye and rolled across your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away though. As gently as possible you moved Adam to lay on the ground. Lute reached for your arm in order to help you to get up and once she was sure you stood somewhat safely she bent down to grab Adam's halo.

You ripped that out of her hand faster than she was able to react. Usually she had a sharp tongue, this time she remained quiet though. Apparently she knew not to mess with you now.

You moved you wing a little to test the waters, the physical pain was numbed by the emotional pain you were going through and so you flew off, followed by all the angels that were still alive - compared to the amount of angels that had followed you from heaven to hell it was nothing though, so many soldiers had lost their lives.

Adam had lost his life.

Life in heaven without Adam was clearly not the same. Sera had seemed more grateful that the first man was finally gone than sad, fuck that stupid bitch.

It didn't take them long to heal your wounds once you were back in heaven, your leg sure had been a complicated case but only two weeks later it had been back to normal, well if you ignored the scar that was now wrapped around your thigh. But you didn't mind, how could you mind about something so small as a scar when you were dying inside more and more by every day that passed. There was no reason to care about the little things anymore. The only reason that had made you care before was gone for good now and the voices that kept telling you to visit hell weren't helping.

It had started one week after the extermination, one week after Adam had died. At first it had been subtle, just a tiny whisper every now and then, but as time passed they grew louder and louder until you weren't able to tune them out anymore.

You were sitting on the edge of the highest building in heaven and watched. You watched the lights and the angels, how everyone seemed so happy, how most of them didn't know. It seemed like everyone had just forgotten about your husband, that it was nothing, they acted like losing Adam for good was just a thing that they weren't gonna talk about because of him unimportant it was.

Fuck that.

The Hell Embassy was empty when you entered it, no angel ever went there because they wanted to - to be fair most of the time it had been Adam who had set foot in the building. You had accompanied him often enough to know about the elevator that went down there, it was used for Adam to travel down to hell safely when the yearly meeting with Lucifer popped up on his agenda.

You weren't sure why, you weren't sure what it was either but something was calling you, tempting you to use the elevator and go down to hell. Maybe it was so that you could say a proper goodbye to Adam? That had to be it. It probably wouldn't help much, why would it? But it was worth a shot. And you needed the voices compelling you to visit hell to shut up, it was unbearable being reminded about Adam's death daily.

The only angel in heaven that had offered to listen to you was Emily, the little girl had been quick to notice that something wasn't right, that something must've had happened. So you told her since Sera had decided that Emily's only task was to keep the people of heaven happy.

Another bullshit move from heaven, the kid was capable of more.

Once the elevator stopped and its doors opened in front of you, you stepped outside. You thought the voices would quiet down now that you were in hell, but the opposite was the case. The voices and whispers were louder than ever, they were almost screaming, yelling, crying out for you to step outside the Heaven Embassy.

You wanted to scratch your eyes out, rip your ears off, anything that would stop the voices from being so fucking loud. So you listened to them. You stepped outside the church-like building and your eyes roamed over the full streets of hell. There were people everywhere and none of them seemed to pay any mind to you.

Slowly you started to walk away from the building and once your foot stepped on the sidewalk the voices were gone. They didn't quiet down to a whisper, they straight up died, they were gone.

And then you saw him. A gigantic demon with fluffy brown hair, two huge, black horns were attached to his head and you were sure you noticed subtil golden highlights on them too. His face hadn't changed the slightest, he was still pale, maybe even a little paler than he had been as an angel. His eyes were still golden.

Your brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, what you were seeing.

You were seeing Adam.

You rushed over to him, flying faster than ever before. You tackled him to the ground, made sure you'd be the one hitting the ground in order not to hurt him. “Adam,” you whispered happily as you held the taller man tightly. The demon had tensed up at first but the second he had heard his name being spoken so softly, so lovingly, he eased up. “The fuck are you doing here, you crazy bitch,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You didn't respond though, it would be too complicated to explain everything to him and you just got him back.

So instead you wrapped your wings around the both of you and kissed him softly, your hands in his soft, brown hair. The taller man groaned against your lips with pure delight, kissing you back just as passionate. “Dear God, I thought I'd have to die in order to kiss you like that again,” you mumbled against his lips. A soft chuckle rumbled through Adam at that and he pulled you even closer, “Knew it, you can't get enough of me.” You simply placed yet another kiss to his lips, “Correct, that's why I'm gonna stay here. With you.”

Adam froze at that, his arms around your body tightened a little, “You still wanna be with me?” The question seemed stupid to you, what was the man you had married thinking? Of course you still wanted to be with him. “When I was marrying you,” you began, a small kiss placed on his lips, “I vowed to you ‘Through thick and thin',” a quick kiss was pressed to Adam's cheek. “‘Through sickness and health, till death do us part’ and let me tell you babes,” you leaned in close, your lips softly brushed against his ear as you whispered, “We were already past that stage when we got married, I'm not giving you up because God decided to be a motherfucking bitch, that fucker can suck my dick, he won't take you away from me.”

At first Adam didn't respond, he just looked you in the eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he grabbed you by your collar, pulled you closer, closer, closer and hissed, “The only one allowed to suck your fucking dick am I, is that clear?”

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cryptidghostgirl · 1 month

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A/N I have some requests in the chain above this one but wanted to post something that was a stand alone and not a part to another fic I wrote earlier because of how long I have been away. I promise the two requests lined up before this (pt 3 of till death do us part and pt 4 to cover up) will be out soon! Also, this request reminds me of Cinder by Marissa Meyer so there is some mild inspo from that in here (and loose quoting. sorry. I got carried away.).

What it Means to be a Person (Alastor x Cyborg!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Y/n gave an arm and a leg to the fight against the exterminators and feels she has lost her humanity by the bionic replacements Lucifer and Charlie gifted her in return. Alastor reminds her that not all is lost, she can still dance, after all.

Warnings: Hurt//comfort. This might've ended up a little more angsty than intended and I kinda ran away with the prompt. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 2,246

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“Imagine there was a cure, but it would cost you everything. What would you do?”

Y/n's question hung in the air of the dimly lit kitchen, echoing off the uncertainties late hours like this one always seemed to carry. Alastor froze where he stood by the stove, his hang halfway to the kettle whistling away upon it. He turned to face her where she sat at the far end of the rough hewn kitchen table, her head in her hands and her hair acting as a curtain, as a shield, hiding her face from view.

The meeting had been an accident. Alastor had found himself craving a cup of tea to accompany his late night preparations for tomorrows broadcast and when he had entered the kitchen, he had found her sitting there. Since the day Y/n had shown up at the hotel in all her bright and wild exuberance, Alastor had felt a connection with the girl. She was bubbly, a showman at heart with a soft spot for the macabre, how could he not automatically find a certain level of camaraderie with her? Everything had changed after the battle with Heaven a few weeks before.

Y/n had fought valiantly, using all her brains and brawn to protect the place she had come to call her home and the people she had discovered to be her family. The battle did not take her life, but she did give an arm and a leg to its hungry fervor. With Lucifer's help, Charlie had managed to get her an appointment with a well known doctor in Pentagram City. The man had given Y/n back her ability to stand, to reach for things, but had taken the mangled remains of her human form in the process. She had been brought back to square one, learning how to walk, to hold a pencil. She had been filled to the brim with wires that allowed her to control her new appendages.

The conversation had been an accident as well. Alastor hadn't meant to open the can of worms he was now sifting through. He had just spotted her sitting there, had casually asked how she was doing. Y/n was always so human, so much more human than he was capable of being. It was the only thing that had ever held him back from taking what he wanted, that wild and irrevocable humanity of hers.

"I would take the cure." Alastor replied after a moment, turning back to the stove and at last lifting the kettle, pouring the hot water into his favorite mug, "It would be better than the alternative."

With a decided intent in his step, he made his way over to her. The legs of the chair scraped dangerously across the floor as he pulled it out and took a seat beside her. Y/n looked up.

Alastor was shocked at what he saw. Y/n had been hiding since the battle, claiming that she was recuperating. No one had any reason to doubt her given the injuries she had sustained but now, Alastor was not so sure. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles dulling the pink of her cheeks. She was silver in the moonlight as it streamed through the window but she did not shine as she normally seemed to.

"I'm not human anymore."

Y/n's voice was cracked and raw, it only made him love her more. Out of all the creatures in Hell, she was the only one who would worry about such a thing, he was sure of it. Alastor had to stop himself from laughing, focusing on the heat of the cup held between his hands.

"You never were. You haven't been in a long time." he mused in response and Y/n sighed.

"I don't feel like a person anymore."

Again, another contradiction. Y/n was a demon, through and through. Not quite an overlord but powerful, well on her way to becoming one. There was nothing human about that in Alastor's eyes. The way he saw it, the moment a soul died they stopped being a person, no matter where in the afterlife they ended up. It was clear she would not agree. They had never talked of such matters before, it was an unexpected revelation. Alastor took a deep breath.

"Why?"

Y/n was silent, her eyes returning to the table as she traced the grains of the wood. It was unlike him, the concern, the curiosity for such an emotional matter. Alastor had long since given up on trying to make sense of the things she provoked in him. He tried again.

"How do you define being human? Is it what you look like? What you're made up of? Or is it who you are."

It was a clumsy attempt. There had been no need to provide comfort for a long time, not since Alastor had been alive. He was out of practice but, he supposed, caring for another was rather like riding a bike. Once you learned how it was done, you never really forgot.

"Who you are but..." Y/n's eyes met his once again, the conflict occuring behind them apparent.

She was unsheltered, the facade was gone. Alastor would consider himself close with the demon, closer perhaps than anyone else at the hotel but still, he had never seen her like this. His heart hurt.

"At the same time," she continued solemnly, "there is more to it than that."

"How do you define humanity?"

Y/n thought for a moment.

"Dancing. Spending time with friends, having people who care about you. Making meals together, reading books and poetry. Making art. Feeling one with the world around you, being a part of the earth we all come from."

Alastor held another laugh at bay. It wasn't out of the blue but, at the same time, there was something strange about hearing the words as they left her lips. He took a sip of his drink, the hot liquid worming its way down his throat and into his stomach.

"Doesn't the fact that you now find yourself to be inhuman at all show at least some of those?"

Y/n cocked her head to the side in confusion, her brow furrowing. Alastor sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"What I mean is that the reason you have those bionic limbs of yours at all is because you have people who care about you enough to get them for you and you cared enough about other people to give up what you originally had. If that isn't having people who care about you, spending time with friends, being one with the world around you, I don't know what is."

"But I am not of the earth any longer." Y/n ruefully replied.

"You are."

"How? I am naught but metal now. I traded steel for skin."

In the weakness of the night breeze, she seemed to slip into the skin she once wore. Flowery language, a posh, nearly transatlantic accent, shoulders straight and strong, all reminders of her upper class upbringing from so long ago. He could almost see her now as she must've been. It was a trick of the light.

"You were buried, right?"

Y/n nodded.

"I believe so. Beside my mother."

"Then you are forever of the earth."

"To the earth we must return," Y/n nodded after a moment in solemn agreement, "but I will never dance again."

Alastor had never even known it was something she had enjoyed. The time for questions was later, he got to his feet, his cup left abandoned on the table.

Alastor summoned his staff with a wave of his hand, leaning it against the sideboard as a soft song began playing from its speaker. Turning to Y/n once again, he offered her his hand. Y/n eyed it tentatively before reaching out her own to grab it.

With a shake of Alastor's head, she halted mid movement. He didn't need words to get his point across, Y/n just didn't like it. Lowering her hand, she raised the other. It was heavier, made from something other than flesh. There was an ungainly sense to the way she moved it. It didn't flow graceful through the air, it was too heavy for that. The metal of her fingers was cold and harsh against his palm as he helped her ineptly to her feet.

"Ella Fitzgerald." she mused softly, her eyes on his microphone.

"I didn't know you liked jazz."

Y/n's eyes met his once again and she gave him a half hearted smile.

"Growing up in the 1930s and being someone who held distaste towards jazz would have been an impossibility, wouldn't you agree?"

He had known she was alive sometime around the turn of the century but, that had been it. Alastor grinned from ear to ear at this subtle revelation.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Letting go of her hand, Alastor took a step back. He bowed. Y/n couldn't help it, she laughed a little.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Alastor looked up at her, still bowing as their eyes met. Slowly, he straightened himself up, holding a hand out to her once again.

"Y/n, would you do me the absolute honor of sharing this dance?"

He had hoped his showmanship would make her smile, make her laugh even, the way it normally did. Instead, she withdrew her arms to her chest, taking a halting step backwards as she shook her head. Alastor's gaze softened. He had never seen her afraid before.

"Please."

"I..."

Y/n's eyes flitted wildly around the room, searching for any excuse, any fodder for her escape. At last, she relented, hesitantly placing her hand back into his own.

"Okay."

Her voice was soft, almost breathless. Alastor pulled her into him, snaking an arm around her waist as she placed her other on his shoulder.

"See?" he asked as they began to dance, "All is not lost to you."

There was nothing elegant about her movements. Y/n grimaced.

"But it is not the same either. Once I was something grand."

"Change is inevitable. You are still someone grand."

"Not change like this."

Alastor spun her out, catching Y/n in his arms as she almost tripped over the weight of her foot.

"Why do you hate it so much? Is it vanity?"

"Change is inevitable." Alastor said again and was overjoyed when Y/n rolled her eyes, smiling slightly as his response, "You're still beautiful, almost more so now."

This took her aback. The tingle of a question at the back of her mind was outweighed by shock. She stilled, still pressed close to Alastor as the music filtered softly into their ears.

"What?"

"Before you shined, but just on the inside." Alastor admitted, refusing to look away from her wide eyes even as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks, "Now you do on the outside as well, see?"

He held the hand he clasped tightly in his own up to the light streaming in through the window. The moon glinted off the silver surface of the metal, sending playful patterns scattering across the walls of the kitchen. Y/n's breath caught in her throat.

"And you can still dance. Why don't you help me with dinner tomorrow?"

It was something they had done on occasion before the extermination, cook for the inhabitants of the Hazbin Hotel together.

"Why are you doing this?"

The smile slipped from Alastor's face.

"I don't understand." Y/n shook her head, pushing herself away from Alastor and wrapping her arms around her torso, "Why are you doing all this for me?"

The answer was simple. Sometimes, the truest things in life are.

"Because I love you." he admitted, "And it pains me to see you like this."

"I..."

He had known it was too good to be true. The music stopped, his staff vanishing into thin air as quickly as it had appeared.

"I'll go. Just... make sure you get some sleep tonight, I know you havent been."

He was halfway to the door, mostly past her, when he felt the cool grip of her hand on the exposed skin of his wrist. Alastor stopped, he turned. There was a minute bravery in the act. Not that she had stopped him, that she had grabbed his arm. If anything, that was the most normal thing that had occurred all evening. No, it was the arm she had chosen to use, the one she held such conflict over and saw as something to be embarrassed about, ashamed of.

She stood tense in the moonlight, her free hand raised to her chest.

"I..."

Y/n's mind was spinning, her thoughts firing off at a thousand miles a minute. She wanted to say it, knew it was true, but something stopped her. She wasn't ready.

"Thank you, Alastor."

Alastor smiled softly, almost sadly over at her. Gently, he removed her hand from his wrist, holding it in his own and patting it gently.

"Always."

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QUOTES REFERENCED (BECAUSE I REFUSE TO STEAL OTHERS WORK EVEN FOR A FANFICTION)

“Imagine there was a cure, but it would cost you everything. What would you do?” -> taken from “Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?” in Cinder by Marissa Meyer

“Vanity is a factor," Y/n admitted, "but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth and I am not made up of the same materials I once was." -> taken from “Vanity is a factor, but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth.” in Cinder by Marissa Meyer

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Their Reaction To You Attacking Them With A Toy Weapon (Brothers)

↬ Genre/Content Warnings: Fluff/Crack. Just something silly I cooked up~

LUCIFER:

Steady now...aim...aaaand...FIRE! ping! The toy arrow flew from your bow and landed straight in the middle of Lucifer's forehead just as he looked up from his paperwork.

"Oh shit--" You slap a hand over your mouth as the demon stares at you unblinkingly. The silence stretches for a good few minutes before he finally blinks. Once.

"You have five seconds to get out of my sight."

You were gone within one. But wait--

You peek your head back round his door. "Hey any chance I could have tha--"

"Three."

"I'll take that as a no..."

"Two."

Gone like the wind. Try again later maybe?

MAMMON:

Laughs. You? Take him on? The GREAT Mammon!? Come off it. But when you launch yourself at him he's taken by surprise and falls over.

"And he's down!" You start attacking him with the foam club in your hands, smacking him upside the head as he tries to push you off to no avail. His cheeks are already on fire from being caught off guard like this but when he sees Lucifer watching the two of you with raised eyebrows he wants to die.

"Having fun?"

"Yessir, very much so." You finish him off with a flourish - a bonk on the forehead - before raising your weapon above your head in victory. "The Great Mammon has been vanquished!"

"Oh good, it's about time."

"OI!"

LEVIATHAN:

Fights back, whipping out his own weapon. Lightsabers? Cue epic battle with self-made lightsaber sounds. You lose, dropping to the floor with an anguished cry.

"My mortal enemy, who is also my lover....how could you do this to meeeee."

"Wait, your what now--!?"

"Play along dumbass, jeez."

SATAN:

Raises his eyebrow at the threat. "Oh really?"

"Engarde!" You stab him in the chest like a fencer, but he doesn't move. You stab him again. He just stares at you.

"Are you done?"

"Dammit Satan can't you play along just once, such a borin' old--" He yanks the sword, pulling you to him with a yelp. You practically headbutt him but he holds you steady with one arm, the other busy holding the sword. To your throat.

"A boring old what now?"

"A uh...boring old...lovely...man. Please don't kill me."

"Tsk, tsk." His lips tug into a toothy grin as he lowers the sword from your throat, letting go of you at the same time and quickly offering the toy back to you.

ASMODEUS:

Dramatically feigns his own death, the two of you end up acting out a whole drama-worthy scene with tears and...well a couple of groping attempts but overall it was an A* performance.

"Oh, why must this be!? Felled by a poison blade! You are the cruelest creature I have ever met... To douse the flame of my life this way! A deathly pallor ill suits me! Oh woe is me!"

BEELZEBUB:

Watches you in mild confusion and amusement as you pepper his torso with sucker-tipped bullets. Probably in the middle of eating something.

"Yes! Bulls-eye, right on the NIP!"

Beel blinks down at his new nipple accessory. You're a strange one but as long as you're enjoying yourself...

He continues munching away.

BELPHEGOR:

You attack him with twin daggers, murdering him in his cozy cocoon. But wait. The lump beneath you is still moving! In a flash Belphie is on you, pinning you to the bed.

"Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Uh...an assassin...coming to...murder...and stuff..."

"Oh, is that it huh? Well then."

Proceeds to pummel the shit out of you with a pillow until you're a cowering giggling screaming mess on his bed, arms up in defense as he kneels over you beating you to death before collapsing on you.

"I win, loser is tonight's pillow."

"Belphie noooo..."

"Belphie yeees." Is curled on top of you cutely, legs straddling yours and his arms around you.

~ Obey Me! Masterlist ~

~ The Grand Masterlist ~

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iu-xo · 2 months

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"Like we've always hated each other"

Tantrum.

intro part 1 part 2 part 3

It took much less time than expected! I hope it's enjoyable to read, god this is so slowburn, so they still hate each other! But... do they really?

The sun... the sun that comes through the window... the fucking sun.

The most recent being to move into the hotel after its restoration, he was fighting a battle to the death with nothing more and nothing less than the sheets of his bed, nothing new for the king to say the least, In his mind it was the eighth time he told himself he would get up, And this was the real thing, he thought for the eighth time...

When he heard a door suddenly open, and even though he loved his daughter with all his heart, he couldn't wish for anything other than that she would leave him for another hour to rot for a little longer in his nest of depression and procrastination, Which didn't happen that way.

-DAD! I'm sorry to bother you... I know you were still sleeping and stuff! despite being past noon.. But your help would reeeeaaaally help me a lot rigth now!

Even though his body betrayed him and made him want to sink and become one with the mattress, knowing that his daughter needed something from him gave him enough motivation to sit up in bed.

-Whatever you need honey..

His voice was still hoarse and sleepy, revealing his little to none desire to exist at that moment, but surely when he did something he would feel better... he hoped.

The princess gave a happy squeal to take out some notebook pages with lists and colorful crayon drawings, and grabbed one in particular which she put on her father's nightstand while she put the rest away with some clumsiness.

-Today I have an activity planned but I mixed up my schedules with next week's, so I have nothing to start with!

The blonde looked very worried about this problem she had, and Lucifer thought that maybe she would ask him for things to buy and he could just magically appear them, piece of cake.

-So while I fix this I wanted you to put these flyers in the businesses that already gave me permission!

Wait. What?

the angel really thought He could get away with doing this quickly with a little magic trick, but he really had no way of appearing flyers in specific places which he had no idea where they were..

-erm.. Dear.. Can't we just put them in... I don't know... everywhere?

-Nop! Because today's topic is... consent!

She said while making a rainbow in the air with her hands , Therefore, the little angel had no choice but to personally walk through the disgusting streets of the pride ring... his ring. While he was hanging little pieces of paper on the windows of the shops of the ungrateful sinners that owned them. But... it was for Charlie... so how bad could it be, He stopped thinking about how bad it would be and instead saw Charlie's smile explaining how she wanted to deal with today's topic, he saw her eyes full of sparkle and got out of bed.

-Count on me char-char, I'll take care of it!

Charlie smiled from ear to ear and hugged him, leaning down, he had taken Lucifer a little by surprise but he gladly reciprocated

-Thank you.. means a lot.

They both felt a silence after that, it wasn't awkward, it was like they were telling each other without words that they were trying to heal something, And even if it couldn't happen overnight, they were trying, Charlie knew they would make it, Lucifer... he could only hope so.

But after that charlie decided to left the room to let her father get ready, she also had too many things to do, time was against her and she wasn't going to waste it.

-Well.. see ya!

She said goodbye with her hand, while her father did it in the same way, Once she was outside, the angel walked slowly to his closet, looking for something more casual, but ended up wearing his usual outfit but without his white jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and headed to the bathroom to fix his hair, he saw himself in the mirror for a moment, a wave of melancholy drowning him for a few moments, He saw himself worn out, tired.

He washed his face with cold water as an attempt to wash away the draining thoughts, it just... everything used to be so simple for him, at least sometimes... He left the bathroom and opened a window in his room, looking to breathe something other than his own self-loathing, A burst of sulfur aroma was what he found, he sighed, At this moment he missed the aroma of fruit and freshly wet grass... he may not be missing the regime of heaven but... that garden and it's smells sure were something else

He realized that he had gotten quite lost in thought, so he washed his face one last time Seeking to return to reality, and avoiding the hassle of seeing so many faces at the reception... he opened a golden portal under his feet that left him at the exit of the hotel, now he only had to...

walk.

Lovely.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

A demon twice his size was shouting at him in the middle of the street, the lamb-like demon had bruises he was bleeding and holding the demon's hand that grabbed him by the neck while lifting him off the floor, he didn't seem scared, in fact he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear despite the dangerous situation he found himself in, as if he believed that at any moment one of his exterminators would arrive and take him out of there, or simply as if it didn't enter his head that he wasn't untouchable.

-F-FUCK YOU.. YOU.. FUCKING PUSSY!

He tried to get free even with less oxygen than required, he increasingly gained strength to kick his attacker into the pit of his stomach, leaving him breathless momentarily and falling to the ground, he took a deep breath and before the opponent could notice Adam was half a block away, he may have been out of shape, but he managed to ran into an alley and lean against the wall, while he saw the idiot run past him.

-SHIT- FUCKING- DAMN IT!

He dropped to the floor sliding down the wall, wiped the blood from his nose, then saw the blood on his hand..

Red.

His blood was... Red. Did he feel.. anger? No.. sadness? Of course not.. he was not a pussy.. He felt... To hell with what he felt all this was bullshit and he shouldn't be going through this! He shouldn't be here! He Should not.. he shouldn't be here...he was the first man...God's most beautiful creation! Fuck..he couldn't be rotting in this shit hole together with all these pieces of shit! They all came from him. where is his respect..

Interrupting his internal monologue bar existential crisis, he heard footsteps and unconsciously clung to the wall with his new claws, since he had arrived he had already escaped from five guys who were looking to kick his ass, perhaps a sixth could be avoided.

Humming a catchy melody, a familiar face passed by looking for something, looked at a sheet of paper, then at the shops, Then he approached the window of the establishment and stuck a flyer on it, without realizing the stare he had on him, Although of course, many people had looked at him since he left the hotel, he had had to send a couple flying, so it wasn't something especially peculiar

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

of all the habitants of hell... IT SHOULD BE FUCKING LUCIFER THE FIRST FAMILIAR FACE HE SEES?! This day, this place and all of this it's nothing but a stupid damn joke!

What the fuck is he doing? Hanging ruffles? Last time he tried to sell him that he was such a big deal, what was he doing hanging fucking pamphlets in the disgusting streets full of shit?

The gaze that Lucifer felt on his shoulder felt heavier and heavier, when he looked out of the corner of his eye he noticed a sinner looking towards the flyer he puted on the glass, and an idea crossed his mind, what would be better than advertising the hotel? Well, make it work of course! He could do this, it was just... talking to a stranger! Perfect, and the bad thing was that... he had to talk to a stranger. come on morningstar! For your daughter's approval!

-Heey you.

They both remained in total silence, panic could be seen on Adam's face, had he recognized him? It seemed like no... everything pointed to no, but that didn't stop his brain from wanting to run away and leave him alone in that moment, Lucifer had an ackward face and it shows in the way his eye twitched that he regretted his decision ever since the words left his mouth, but there was no way to take it back now, meanwhile Adam considered the possibility of just running away.

-I see you... watching from there! You can... read it. You know.. it's a pamphlet. They are for... reading-

He could easily smash his hand against his face in an exaggerated way, but this wasn't the time for that, if he brought a guest to the hotel today Charlie would be so happy! he can do it, it was like selling, It's not that he knew how to sell things... but how hard could it be

Meanwhile Adam looked at him with a disappointed face, his communication skills were as deplorable as they had always been, but he glanced at the pamphlet, of course, their fifth class hotel.

-It has everything! You should tell every person you see in hell about it.

Adam's disgusted face spoke for him, while Lucifer sighed, obviously it wouldn't be that easy to bring someone to the hotel in one day, but for Adam everything was going wonderfully since at least he didn't know it was him.

The feeling did not last too long, as he felt a figure forming behind him, heat emanating from near his back, the lamb-like demon feared the worst, and unfortunately he was right.

-To claim to be the first dick you are quite the pussy.

Said a demon behind him, twice his size, Shark-like, It was the guy from before for sure, shit-

-wait. what was that first thing you said?

before the words had a chance to come out of the angel's mouth in their entirety, He felt a gust of wind pass by him but as far as he was concerned, the wind doesn't scream.

As he turned around at the speed of the wind itself, he could briefly see his future guest crashing into the brick wall at the hands of the stupid demon who had interrupted his negotiation attempt, in a moment six wings came out angelically from the sovereign's back to place himself just in time between the two demons with a flutter of his wings, whit one hand he stoped the inevitable punch destined to hit Adam's face.

-Nobody taught you not get into the grown up's conversations... right?

He said this while a grin formed in his face, showing sharp teeth which this guy would remember all his life, Lucifer released the guy's fist to hold his wrist and with a twist of his hip he easily sent him to the other side of the pentagram.

-now. where did you get that phrase from?

When the angel looked behind him he could see nothing more and nothing less than two hooves walking away two meters away

-Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!

Although Adam's intention was to lose sight of the small man following him, when he looked back all he could see was his imminent arrival to the ground, receiving a tackle from Lucifer, they both fell rolling around as if they were two little children fighting in the school garden

-SPEAK FILTHY CREATURE

He demanded, standing on top of the lamb, despite it being half his size and looking humorous, the truth is that Adam couldn't get out of his grip no matter how hard he tried.

-STOP BEING SO DAMN DENSE BITCH!

Oh God. He recognized that voice, he recognized that stupid self-nickname, and worst of all, he recognized that stupid tantrum.

-how the hell. are you here rigth now.

-Why should I say that to you, huh?!

-maybe because YOU DON'T HAVE ANOTHER OPTION?! MAYBE??

Both continued to struggle with each other, one to escape and one to have answers. Lucifer was afraid of letting him escape and that he could cause some trouble, although thinking about it carefully... he looked at his lamb's ears, his hooves, his eyes and his teeth... now he was a simple sinner, There wasn't much he could accomplish even if he tried, he'd probably be screwed, he may already had taked a few beatings even.

-Well, I have no idea! I hope that helps sucker!

He said and spit in his face, something he didn't thought about properly, or didn't thought about at all, The ruler's face was irritated, as if he were putting up with a spoiled child, well... that's practically what he's doing.

-That's all, Let's go.

He cleaned his face whit his sleve and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and began to drag him along the sidewalk, he had an exhausted expression as if he didn't have what it took to face this situation today, although he probably wouldn't any day.

-the FUCK. ARE YOU DOING?!

He said, fluttering his black wings everywhere, managing to irritate Lucifer by obstructing his vision, forcing him to stop, to which he grunted in annoyance.

-Well. taking care of you! What else am I supposed to do! It's what I should always do! because it seems like your entire existence is made to cause me problems!

Adam's gaze could be nothing but anger, he struggled away from Lucifer's grasp, which was curious to see due to the difference in sizes, once free he turned around to look at him from the front

- YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, I WAS MADE TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

-If you were as perfect as you say, how do you explain this eh! How do you think this happened?! You are not in this putrid pit for being the dick of the dicks PAL!

The lamb growled in exasperation as he stamped on the ground with his right hoof, after pulling his hair looking to escape from his angryness he lookef at the little one in the eye.

- IF I DON'T CARE, WHY THE FUCK SHOULD YOU CARE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP!

He felt a lump in his throat, but not as painful as the lump in the throat of the king of hell himself, Why should he care? Why the fuck should he care??

-Oh then i saw You die a fucking WEEK AGO. and You expect me to see that You are alive and let you wander through hell knowing that any demon is out there KICKING YOUR FUCKING ASS?! A THANK YOU WAS ENOUGH!

Lucifer screamed as his eyes turned from yellow to red from how infuriating he found having to argue with this idiot, he was never particularly reasonable but right now he was more irritable than normal and had no idea why

- THANK YOU?! OH SURE THEN YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT ME LIKE A CHARITY CASE FOR YOUR BRAT'S SHITTY HOTEL HUH!? Well I have news for you DUDE!

Adam He kicked dirt from the street, dirtying Lucifer's clothes, who coughed in response to the cloud of dust

-im not your fucking guinea pig.

He narrowed his gaze in disgust, looking down literally and metaphorically at his contrary.

-Are you allergic to kindness? or why is it that you can't accept a fucking favor!?

Adam's Contemptuous face became one of intense anger and he took a step forward and brought his face closer to the angel's.

-from YOU? Of course. Good joke.

Lucifer had enough, he wouldn't wait to know where this reunion could go, It's not even worth wasting his breath on... Adam. Or at least that's what he thought.

-you know what? It's fine with me. It's not like you're not used to everyone leaving you, stay like that, as always, stay alone.

The king shook his clothes to remove the dirt, with one hand he snapped his fingers and as he arrived he left, Adam was left with an unreadable expression, he didn't move from there, he just stood there.

still and quiet.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The golden portal opened above the hotel's front door, since he had avoided greeting people in the morning he assumed he could say hello in the aftern.. nigth, it was nigth.

Well, anyways, he would greet them at night then.

Opening the door abruptly without worrying about whether it was timely or not, he stepped into the hall.

-HEELLOOO everyone! How does the night treat you all?

From there you could easily see the bartender behind the bar along with the little maid sitting at the bar playing with some dead bug, on the sofa lay their most exotic guest and a certain deer showed no signs of being close, much to the king's liking.

-we have been better short king, But nothing that a drink can't fix, rigth wiskers?

The feline rolled his eyes but smiled at the end, and began to mix different liquids, When he looked in the direction the king was his eyes widened in surprise

- wow. It looks like you were hited by a truck.

Angel Dust looked in the same direction realizing what the bartender was referring to, It really looked like they had made him crawl on the floor, well, in fact something like that happened-

- someone played too rough whit ya~?

Husk put his palm to his face as Nifty leaned over the bar counter

- I like rough.

She said, sketching a sinister smile, to which Lucifer reacted with a certain degree of displeasure, and Husk put a donut from the bar counter in her mouth to make her shut up for a little bit

- umh.. rigth. Well no, I wasn't hit by a truck, and no! Neither, the other thing. I just ran into a few issues. Nothing to worry about.

While this small exchange of words was going on, footsteps could be heard in the distance approaching faster and faster, ending with a hug from behind to Lucifer's surprise.

-DAD! What happened? It took you hours to come back!

-Oh come on, come on... it's nothing at all! A few small issues, a few hours! But everything is fine now.

While the angel convinced Charlie that it was nothing, sounds of static reached everyone's ears, covering them in the act, everyone anticipated the arrival of you-know-who, it was nothing new for him to arrive in such a dramatic way, especially if the king was there prior to his arrival

-How interesting... I would swear it would take more than a few small matters to delay the big boss.. a couple hours.

The one who had just arrived in the room exclaimed very arrogantly, with a smile from ear to ear per usual , Charlie watched him appear on the spot and waved happily, only to receive a greeting from the deer-like demon in return.

-oh oh oh If you only knew You little shit.

Lucifer smiled evilly knowing that if Alastor ran into Adam again the last thing he would do would be act with that arrogance so characteristic of his

-Honey there is someone at the door.

Vaggie entered the room and to the conversation to warn her girlfriend about the presence of someone outside, so charlie left the two old men arguing to answer the door

-Oh but tell us your highness, what were these "issues" then.

-Nothing that your walnut-sized brain can understand piece of-

Two brown hooves entered, stepping on the red carpet that covered the hotel's entrance hall, to which Charlie said very excitedly and taking small jumps until they reached the area where everyone was, her girl on one side of the stranger and her on the remaining side.

Lucifer's sight changed from being fixed on Alastor to seeing the newcomer and although the king was already prepared to smile at the person to receive them, when he looked at him carefully, the only thing that came out of his mouth was..

-FU- ADAM?! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE.

When everyone heard who he was talking about, they stayed cold and glued to the floor. With his new demonic form, no one would have guessed that it was the leader of the exorcists in person, or rather... in demon.

-ADAM?!

-adam??

-THAT ADAM?!

-OH OH estás muerto CABRON!

-Mhhh..

After the domino reaction Adam with lowered ears tried to talk keeping his dignity and pride, not very successfully, with a stupid smile on his face he speak

-heey bitchees.. so.. what's for dinner?

You could swear there was the sound of a cane breaking in the background followed by a static sound.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfic #adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #i liked this one i think

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 1 year

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Supernatural Imagine: Winchester!Reader having to choose a Horseman of the Apocalypse to marry (and choosing Death)

Content/Warnings: Female Reader, Mentions of Famine, Pestilence and War but mainly featuring Death, Listen Idk either why I like him ALSO SPOILERS

You were their only sister, the only Winchester who didn’t seem to have a crazy destiny coming upon them. That was until the Apocalypse came to be and your purpose was revealed to be of similar depth in the ineffable ways of gods fucked up plan.

It was Crowley who revealed your role in this play, the part you were meant to fulfill as the end of the world came to be.

You were destined to be married to one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

You were the only hope that heaven tied towards the misery they would cast upon the world, the only thing that would stop one of them from carrying out Lucifers plan to wreck havoc on earth. Your fate was sold out to them before you even came to be, and now all characters of this divine contract were on the field.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, tears welled up in your eyes as you let Crowleys words sink in. Your brothers were destined to fight each other to death on the fate of this world and you.. you were sold off to the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Ever since you knew what their true purposes in this battle were you had hoped for a chance to emerge, something you could do to save your brothers.

You would have never thought that this would be it.

Sam and Dean were furious when they heard that, Bobby stared off in shock and Castiel frowned quietly. Sam paced the room, repeating how they would never let that happen while Dean went off on Crowley about how this was utter bullshit.

„Guys.. You know how we‘re looking for a way for you to not agree to Michael and Lucifer? This might be it.“

They turned to stare at you in shock. „Absolutely not!“

„It’s not a guarantee but.. if we can get one of them on our side we have a mighty weapon against Lucifer. We could ruin his plans. And the rest.. maybe you could kill the rest of them.“

„We‘ll find another way! All of us!“

„Don’t give into this crap because of us Y/n“

They were strictly against it and they thought it was decided upon, you however remained determined to save them. You would look on, you would see how it played out and if there wasn’t any other chance.. you would not wait for a solution that would never arrive.

If it meant that you could halt the Apocalypse and save lives, even if it didn’t stop the plan all and for once.. it would be worth it.

„But we can use this to our advantage.“ Crowley spoke up again, „She can be our bait.“ Dean glared at him but he shrugged, „Do you think you can just walk in and kill a Horseman like any other creature?“

That made the room fall into silence. Soon it was reluctantly decided- you would help them out as bait.

At the end of all attempts you asked Crowley to bring you to the last Horseman, the only one you haven’t met yet. Death. The only one who claimed his victims directly, without any pain involved. One you presumed to be the most powerful of them as well. Your brothers didn’t know you were meeting him. Crowley however was on your side with your plan, probably just because it was more likely to save his own skin that way.

He led you to a Pizza Restaurant in Chicago, a few hours before a hurricane would destroy it like other cities before.

You carefully opened the wooden door and looked around. Your heartbeat picked up when you saw the dead who previously dined here. The only other person was sitting at a table, quietly eating something.

Your breath hitched as you approached the figure, and halted entire when he stood up with a rapid creak of his chair.

„Please,“ he said and carefully walked around the table to hold out the opposite chair, „Take a seat.“

You locked eyes with him, with Death himself. He was well dressed, slender, with dark hair and even darker eyes. You forced yourself to take a breath again and cautiously took his offer, sitting down as he pushed the chair towards the table.

„You know who I am.“ You stated and your eyes darted over the Pizza, the plate and eventually fixated on the Ring on his finger.

„Of course I do. You are my fiancée. I would recognize you no matter how you would have grown up to look.“ He gestured to the food with his fork, „Take something. The Pizza here is delicious.“ You swallowed and put a piece on your plate.

„I don’t suppose my brothers told you, but it was decided that you would be the one to choose.“

„Choose..?“ You were a bit overwhelmed at the moment, speaking softly out of fear.

„War wanted us to compete for you, but eventually we decided that it would be nonsense to destroy each other when we are supposed to destroy the world.“

You took a bite of the Pizza, he paused for a moment, observing you quietly.

„So it was decided that you would choose which one of us you would be marrying.“

You lifted your gaze to meet his. „Why would you even want a wife?“

His eyebrows quirked up for a moment. „Even God desires Companionship, and I am as old if not even older than him.“ He couldn’t quite fathom why divine beings like themselves would desire such thing either, maybe it was ingrained in the destiny this world would take.

„You.. are the only thing in creation who is immune to my touch.” He spread his arms for a moment, gesturing to the people who laid dead in the Restaurant. “You must have noticed already Y/n- you are immune against the deception of war, the insatiable hunger of famine and the sickly waves of illness from my brother pestilence. That is because you are promised to be ours.“

Your eyes widened as you first felt the gravity of the things that played into your very existence alongside your brothers. Your ancestors, each and every one of them was led to become John and Mary, the two people who would become parents to gods new pawns. Your sacrifice was meant to be, all of you were going to be the resolution to the millions of years put into your eventual creation.

“That is also why I would recognize you anywhere, your existence is intertwined with ours.”

Your gaze fell, your heart sank. That was how your brothers must feel. Like a helpless figure amongst a game of bigger forces. You felt your throat tighten as your eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill.

“So.. I have no choice. If I want to save my brothers, I have no choice, my free will meets it’s boundaries here.”

He looked at you quietly, observed how your face flushed as grief took over your youthful features. You were so full of life, it seemed to overflow your physical form to spill and spread into your environment. You were the complete opposite of his very being, and Death regarded humanity to be quite insignificant, and yet.. he felt strangely troubled when he saw you cry.

His hands ended life, and they ended suffering simultaneously. He never cared about the grief of the dying before and yet you invoked this part of him that wanted to put your agonized heart to rest, to soothe the mortal pain you were feeling.

He wanted to reach out and cup your face, to do something for you, but he decided against it. He was part of the reason why you felt trapped, why you felt sad so he let you be.

“We are divine forces of destruction, it is our nature to follow what we were meant to do. If you choose one of us the others will continue to fuel the apocalypse either way.. you may gain a powerful ally if you decide to marry one of us, but it is impossible to say if it will actually overturn Lucifers plan. You do have a choice, and you may even have a chance.”

You lifted your gaze to look at him again. You didn’t understand.. was he trying to comfort you? Was he saying that it was ok if you chose against it?

“But if you were to choose me.. I will put an end to Lucifers doing. He has me bound to him which is why I am forced to oblige his will for now, But as soon as I am freed from his little spell I can help you take him down. My brothers will want to continue their rampage, I however do not see the sense in wiping out humanity.”

You frowned and wiped your face with the palm of your hand. Sniffing quietly you fell silent and blinked a few times. He set down his fork and folded his hands.

After a while you spoke again

“Pestilence, War and Famine.. they all contribute to Death, they all feed into what you are. But.. when all is gone and all of existence is extinct, including your brothers and god.. what else is there for you?”

He eyed you for a moment and said, “You by my side, hopefully.”

Your breath hitched. Why.. what..

Death raised his hand and took the ring from his finger, holding out to you.

“I can only offer you my devotion and my ally ship, no matter what it may be.”

You felt your heart give into the words and the comfort he gifted you, and you only. Death did not care about who he reaps, he doesn’t discriminate and doesn’t show mercy with whom he is entrusted with next. Only you.. Only you.

You reached out to him and offered your hand. He met your hand with his and gently held it up to press a light kiss on your knuckles. He turned the ring in his fingers, looking at you for approval.

You nodded, giving him permission with soft spoken words, “Then I will be yours.”

Death slid the ring on your Ringfinger and rose from his chair, you following his actions as he led you around the table towards him.

“We will go back to your family now. Your brother Dean can help me break Lucifers spell. We have a lot of work ahead of us, my dove.”

When you stepped out of the Restaurant again the storm had subsided greatly. He let go of your hand and put his on the small of your back to lead you to his car.

He opened the car door for you, but before you entered you turned around to him again.

“Will everything turn out ok?” His eyes softened, “I will do everything in my might. But even if it doesn’t, no harm shall befall you Y/n.”

YOO I hope you liked it!! Please comment to let me know if you did!!

#supernatural death x reader #spn death #spn horsemen of the apocalypse #supernatural horsemen of the apocalypse #supernatural x reader

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blues824 · 2 years

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Im not sure if you're still doing requests but if you are can I have a gyutaro like mc? Where the brothers or side characters see mc coming out from their siblings back when they get hurt & cry for them, and they're like confused about how this demon knows mc but when they come out they get shocked?

Request are still open, my friend! Also, rewriting the scenario from the anime, cuz Obey Me! doesn’t have an Entertainment District to do this in. I also just did the brothers for this one because it was kind of hard for me to do.

@woodrouforest helped with this

Warnings: Gore

“You all are acting like fools!” Lucifer yelled. He was in the middle of an outing with Diavolo and Barbatos as they were receiving reports from the other exchange students via an outing. However, his brothers happened to get curious as to why their older brother was going out.

The brothers could hear screaming in the alley. The younger 6 were being reprimanded by Lucifer when they all heard a “My head was cut off!” in a nearby alley. They all ran in when they turned into their demon forms when they saw two demons, one decapitated but still talking.

“Y/N! Help me!” The head screamed. Then each party witnessed the gruesome mutation. Out of the decapitated demon’s back, they saw you emerging.

Lucifer

He watched in pure shock. He saw signs, but he didn’t have time to put the pieces together. He knew there were. When you were fully out, you reattached your sibling’s head to their body. Everyone shuddered, but then you started comforting your sibling.

That was when the demon attacked you. Lucifer was about to lunge into battle, when you gave the look. You slashed the demon’s face in half before their attack landed on you. They started screaming in pain until they inevitably fell.

You turned and saw Lucifer, and you saw his shocked face. You definitely had to explain how you knew the formerly decapitated person.

Once you told him everything, he felt proud that you could defend yourself. You were toughened by your past, and you were able to defend your sibling when they needed you, much like himself for his own brothers.

He gains another level of respect for you, one that only older siblings can have towards other older-siblings. You are able to relate to him in a way very few can, and he gives kudos to you.

Mammon

He is absolutely appalled. He didn’t notice anything weird, so there was no way he guessed you could do that. When you fully emerged, you turned around and picked up your sibling’s head to reattach it. He couldn’t deny it, he felt sick at that moment. He couldn’t understand how you just managed to move past it and try to stop your sibling’s crying and comfort them.

When the demon attacked you, he was about to scream. He didn’t get the chance because you slashed the demon’s head off, and he threw up right after. The head was still blinking for a few seconds when they closed for the last.

You looked over to see Mammon with his eyes wide. You sighed, knowing that he was going to either yell at you or be scared of you. One thing was clear: you owed him an explanation.

Once you spilled the beans, he was even more shocked. No wonder you were always so tough and cruel. He was mad that you had to live such a harsh life while you were human, and he realizes it wasn’t your fault that you ended up as you are.

He looks at you from a different perspective. He understands what it’s like to be responsible for your younger siblings, as well as feel like they are the only things you have in your life that are true.

Leviathan

This is exactly that anime ‘Help! Rip-off Michael Jackson turned my sister into a demon and now I’m trying to find a cure!’ He is staring at you and your sibling wide-eyed as he receives the feeling of deja vu. Then, you reconnected your sibling’s head and soothed them right after like nothing just happened.

Then the demon went for the attack while you were – seemingly – vulnerable. He felt anger he had never felt before; someone dared touch his Henry! Then, you gave ‘the look’ that told him that you were about to ruin this demon’s whole career. You slashed the demon’s neck and watched them try to speak, but fail to get even one word out. Then, they collapsed.

Levi ran over to you to see if you were okay and checked on your sibling as well, and he sighed in relief when he found out you were both okay. He did ask you about what that was all about and why you didn’t tell anyone that you were part demon.

When you tell him your story, he’s not very shocked. He’s seen too much anime to not at least guess you had a tragic backstory. He’s angry that you had to go through all of that while you were a human, but he’s glad that you went through all of it because now he has you and he won’t let you or your sibling go through anything like that ever again.

His view of you doesn’t change, but he is now grateful for his older brothers for always looking out for him, even if it doesn’t seem that way most times.

Satan

He’s read this in a book before, but he would have never thought he would see anything like this happen before him. He felt sick to his stomach, and even more so when you stood and reconnected your sibling’s head to the rest of their body and started comforting them right after.

The demon was about to attack you, and Satan knew he’d never make it in time. He was about to scream when you tore their arm off. The demon collapsed and started screaming in pain when you put your foot up to their head and smashed it.

When you all got back to the HoL, you were forced to tell the brothers what the hell happened. He stared at you in shock: why didn’t you tell them before?

When you tell him your story, he is there to offer you comfort. He will read to you to distract you from the horrible memories. He is angry (obviously) that you had to face such a harsh life. He goes to the human world to… give those people a taste of their own medicine.

He now understands why his older brothers act the way they do. You want to protect your sibling as well as you can, and so do Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan.

Asmodeus

He turned to the side and threw up. He couldn’t help it, it was just too much for him. Part of it was also the fact you’ve been keeping something like this from all of them. He watched as you fully emerged, reattached your sibling’s head to their body, and started soothing them. He threw up again.

The demon was walking towards you, and you didn’t seem to notice… until the last moment. You dug your nails deep into their chest and essentially peeled the skin off. Cue Asmo throwing up again. The demon collapsed without so much as a whisper.

Asmo felt betrayed, at the very least. Disgusted as well. How could you not tell him something like this? He didn’t even want to hear an explanation about what just happened. He would rather not think about it at all.

When you both were doing a spa day, you told him about your life as a human and how envious you were of those who had a better life than you did. He held you in his arms to comfort you. He vows that you will never have to go through anything like that ever again.

He gains a whole other level of appreciation towards Lucifer. Like how you want to be there for you sibling, Lucifer is always there for him.

Beelzebub

He lost his whole appetite. He watched as you crawled out of your sibling’s back and stood up. You went over to their head, picked it up, and resecured it to their neck. You started comforting them as if nothing just happened, and he felt his lunch coming back up.

However, he had no time for that because the demon was running towards you, preparing their attack. You heard their footsteps and slashed their legs, causing the demon to fall. You walked over and used your sickles to tear their heart apart.

Back at the HoL, Beel stood by your side until he was sure you were 100% okay. He then proceeded to ask you a bunch of questions, like why you kept silent about your sibling. He didn’t eat anything for a few days, just in shock.

You told him about your life and how harsh you had it up in the human realm. You told him how you vowed to always be there for your sibling. Beel understood immediately: he was very protective of Belphie as well.

He understands the relationship dynamic between you and (sibling’s name) because it’s identical to the dynamic between him and Belphie.

Belphegor

He’s wide awake now. He stared wide-eyed in shock, then he had to hold on to Beel so he wouldn’t fall or faint. He stared as you walked to your sibling’s head and refixed it to the rest of their body. Then you turned to wipe their tears away.

He could only look on while the demon prepared their attack. He didn’t want you to die again, but in his fight or flight response, he chose to freeze. However, it appears he didn’t need to do anything when you dug one of your sickles straight through the demon’s ‘heart’.

Right there in the alley, he demanded an explanation. You answered any question he asked and he wouldn’t let you go until you did. For the remainder of the week, he couldn’t sleep.

One night, you both were laying down together and you told him about your life as a human. At that moment, he wanted to kill everyone who refused to help you and your sibling.

He also understands the relationship between you and your sibling since it’s similar to the one between him and Beel. He’s surprised that you haven’t told him earlier that you had a sibling, but he also can’t blame you. He’d do the same thing if he were in your shoes.

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originemesis · 3 months

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hc musings - character dive ; //

Judging from season 1, I think it's safe to assume Adam does not like be without his helmet/mask. Sure, he's dressed up for his meetings/in court/for the final battle, which is just about everywhere he pops up in the season. However, he's also briefly shown just hanging out with Lute in heaven and he's still in uniform while she isn't. This is likely their down time, and yet he's still lugging around his massive robes, fully decked out for battle like it could happen anytime when clearly they're in heaven and it can't. So why is this?

Well, when the mask actually comes off (it's forced off and smashed apart just to get to that point), Adam is just 'some dude' under the menacing, manic act he's been putting on the whole time. An act as in when he crawls out of the hole without his safeguard face, he literally just has a melt down in front of everyone where his previous 'cunty charm' and 'idgaf' attitude are gone in place of some caught on the spot, seething human looking dirt bag who's only 'gotcha' is to call the group that's put an end to his reign of terror 'losers'. Just losers (baby ~). If he's not insecure with what he is under that mask (and how could he not be when not one, but two people who were literally created to be his perfect match dumped his ass? Oof.), then he absolutely has an inferiority complex of sorts and its in his 'break-down' moment on screen where it's on full display without the glowing grin and the horns.

To scratch further at that thought- imagine how Adam, the first human/man was essentially created in God's image. He was created to be perfect by heaven's definition, and though he didn't stay that way, he got a taste for what that felt like. Literally anything he does after that point when Eve and him have to leave Eden is (unironically) 'mid' or worse.

HC wise (out of my own musings so don't mind the canon divergence here since s2 is likely uhh...twitterjokes2027-) I'm leaning into the idea that the first two human souls are weighty in the sense that they can't both be in the same after life or it'll upset whatever balance there is between heaven and hell. So at the time of their deaths, it was decided that heaven wanted Adam and so hell would have Eve by default (also she was the one they blamed most- typical fandoms @ female characters amiriteeee). This means Adam who knows he's not perfect anymore, hasn't felt so in a long time- goes to a plane of existence that exudes perfection. They have 'the brightest, the polite-est of the lot and everyone is hot'. And then there he is- just some dude who is none of those things (hates math, innately rude, and well...'just some guy' isn't exactly heaven-scale hot guyyys).

This cumulation of always realizing nothing he does is good enough (because he knows this) and yet being treated like it is because he just happened to be first leads Adam to a state that even Lucifer comments on in their battle in the form of 'oh haha, you really let yourself go-'. Which I take to mean in the sense Adam is up in heaven, holding zoom-style holographic meetings while he probably barely even leaves his room (and never without his gear on), neglecting the 'womanly' deemed things like cooking and taking care of himself, gaining struggle weight for it all, and worst of all...he's in heaven and he's essentially in a depressed state (that let's be real he'd say doesn't exist like the dwightyouignorantslut he is) and that is plastered all over his real face in the form of baggy under eyes and that gross chin stubble he got going on too. And since heaven is full of happy, not depressed- never have a hard day, and HOT people, he essentially stays covered 24/7 in public because people would definitely question why he's there and heaven really doesn't need more people questioning decisions that'll create more Lucifers.

While wearing the mask he's like a kid that won't take his Halloween costume off because it makes him feel cool, and he does get a lot more animated and forgetful of his true insides. He's almost like a school mascot in a way, using his 'angelsona' to amplify his attention-grabbing antics. Take it away and he's very likely much more identical to Lucifer in terms of the whole 'take THAT, depression!' bit. Except for Adam that just translates to him being far less animated, grumpy, electric-guitar to acoustic pipeline, passively aggressive and likely tired, being the source of all humanity and all (man needs to be sucking down that G-fuel hourly).

Additionally: Angeldust and Adam would have the same theme of 'putting on an act' (or in Adam's case- putting on a show) and not letting the real person behind the façade show through. (Though in Angel's case it's for his own protection. In Adam's case it's because man can't cope with his insecurity.) And how Husk sees through Angel's bullshit, Lute does the same with Adam.

Adam's helmet glitched out the same way that Vox's did, so it could very well be a hint that Vox and Adam may have something to do with antagonism in the next season. If Adam came back w/o his mask and this all was applicable ofc, he would definitely team up with or make a deal with Vox in order to get him to fix the helmet (assuming he can based on the idea he might know how it works when put back together since his own tv face has been shown to glitch out like Adam's did) since it would be a necessary competent to bring back the actual 'Adam' he's become after living in discomfort with the one he became after experiencing real perfection.

#//why everything is mid- the end #//kugel making me eat my own hand wanting to write about this #//i mean this is what i thinkk is going on w/him but #//real life said 'cope' and he was like aight #long post #hc ; // guaranteed guitar solo

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thoughts on a yandere aqrabuamelu lucifer? I got the idea and can’t stop thinking about it. they were made to wage war on the gods and can become possessive over travelers they warn of danger. also keep it up i love your work!!

A kiss from me to you. Thank you.

Yandere aqrabuamelu Lucifer with GN-Reader

Appearance

Like most of his kind Lucifer is large hulking made of muscle and dark chitin. Standing as tall as he can reach, he is about ten feet tall, though he keeps his legs low to the ground so he’s normally about eight and a half.

From his pelvis down are flat mesosoma segments that lead into a long six-legged scorpion body. The legs are lengthy and hold himself low to the ground. The limbs themself are bulky, though agile. They have to be with him being born to fight.

Below his pelvis is a pair or rounded claws capable of crushing even elephant bones. They are smooth right at the pinchers but become thorny and pointed almost artfully jagged in a way. Like chaotic and intimidating armor.

His tail is as long as he is tall, seated higher on his body it does seem much longer than it actually is. The stinger is long and is tipped with a hot and burning-looking red.

His human skin is tanned and kissed from the sun though littered with scars, old scars have chitin growths around them like quartz sprouting from the earth. His arms were the most assaulted and had growths more like gauntlets than anything else. His humanoid arms end with long claws similar to his stingers.

His hair is silvered, the tips like a grayed arctic fox while he has streaks of inflamed red.

War Against The Gods

He was there when Lilith was struck down and the first to rise against the gods who so brutally killed those they did not agree to. Their whims are far too dangerous to be left alone, so he and his brothers resist their tyranny and slay them just as they have slayed their loved ones.

Every battle he gained a new scar that eventually turned into more armor-like growths on his body, each a reminder of each mistake, each victory. It’s gotten to the point where he cannot remember them anymore. They’ve become countless.

He hardly sleeps anymore, he has to be extra vigilant for his brothers. He refuses to allow them to be hurt more than they already have. Over the years his eyes have gained a heaviness that can never be removed as well as dark eyebags that have started to try and crystalize with chitin just like the rest of his body.

He’s absolutely ruthless to not only the gods but those he’s close to. In his mind, they cannot falter. Faltering will only hurt them more, but at the same time, he wants to keep them safe. A horrid cycle that’s not only destructive to the relationships around him but self-destructive.

He wants to be over with this conflict but he worries that even after the war, nothing will be the same. So he revels in it. Prolongs it when it comes to him and only him. He’s not sure how he’ll cope when the battles are over. He’s scared of a social conflict compared to a bloody one. So he fears and craves the day it’s finally over.

Finding You

You were a simple merchant that was caught in the middle. You stumbled across the youngest, Belphegor, he was horribly injured and bleeding out and you stuck your neck and made yourself an enemy of the all-powerful oppressor that claim the heavens.

You even dragged his impressive form back to their home on your cart, knocking over all kinds of products and even damaging the cart from his pained thrashing. Lucifer couldn’t thank you enough for what you did and worried for your life after this. He offered his home to you at least for a few days.

Their home was beautiful and the brothers were warm and even playful with you as they splashed you in the crystal clear oasis or chased you through the sands and over the rocky caves. Beelzebub even shared his food with you, something he hardly ever did even for his most beloved brother.

He watched as they got quickly attached to you, and the same with you. Like bees to honey. It was heartwarming, if not terrifying. A soft and weak human like you. Not only would it damage them but himself as well. He grew as attached as them and with the gods surely focusing their attention on you. He knew what he had to do.

Dark Tendencies

The day you were to leave he held you and refused to let you go. He would never use chains, whips, or even cages. He tried to use words. Something foreign to him, and ended up coming out as a threat. Well, if it works it works.

He watches over you like a vulture hovering over sick cattle in an arid desert. Keeping tabs on your every move, acting like you are here because you want to be. Holding your face with a painful iron grip whenever you hint you want to go.

He’s placed wards on you so when he’s out to battle you’re unable to leave, you can’t step out of their home unless he’s there so he can go on ‘walks’ with you.

You want to be here, it’s safer this way and you don’t want to hurt his brothers do you? Not only that but you’ll end up causing too many problems if you just go. Just stay here, it's not that hard. You can do that, can’t you? And stop crying. He’s helping you, he cares, so just be good and stay put.

#edited by inkyquince #obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #yandere lucifer #yandere

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helluva-world-innit · 6 months

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So...they are far from perfect, but they have taken me months and I finally have these two as close to what I see in my head as I'm going to get them for now. I will just hope I improve as I draw them more or something. Digital art is also something I'm still adjusting to so...yeah. Anyway, say hey to our protags (reimagined)! Buckle up, this post got looooooong.

Charlie is the only child sired by Lucifer himself even if it's in a most unconventional way. He's essentially her father and her mother. No Lilith here, folks, sorry. I'm not Jewish and I don't feel comfortable adding her considering what Jewish folks have said about her inclusion in modern works so she's just...not appearing in this comic. A lot of this will be based on my Protestant upbringing with my Hellenic Polytheist sensibilities thrown in, just fyi.

Now, about the redesign...

I don't actually hate the redesign of Charlie in the show. Her hair is fun, her being masc-presenting is interesting, and red is actually my favorite color. However, I completely redid the Rings and like the idea of Charlie trying to unify Hell with her cause instead of just Pride Ring. She kept some of her red because Lucifer has blond/red hair in my version, depending on how much of his angelic persona drops. There's also red in her coat of many colors which is a Biblical reference as well as an extension of Charlie's ideas about Hell and how the "rainbow" of the Rings should be working together to rehabilitate Sinners instead of just torturing them and making them worse. She even made it herself from scraps of the Ringmasters' clothes, Belphagor's fleece, and an old sewing machine. Her dad hates it because it makes her look poor. They are locked in constant battle over him trying to discreetly destroy it and her salvaging it last minute. She also wears spats on her shoes. They're tap shoes because ofc they are. I let her keep her love of theater because it's cute. Lucifer secretly loves that his daughter is just as much of a showboat as he is.

JC is also Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Comic, but at least we have Charlie.

Now, some of you are probably noticing that I made Charlie darker...that's not an accident. Charlie, by the method of her birth here, has black skin. She has her father's eyes and hair. As I get better at drawing and rendering black hair, we will see it in other styles because I love some of the things black folks with more textured hair than myself do with it. I just really like the bubble braid too. It suggests thickness not a lot of people have in their hair. Charlie has had to learn how to style her hair herself a lot since Luci can barely manage some puff buns. Doesn't help that It seems to grow back as fast as it's cut so Charlie mostly trims the ends and moisturizes the hell out of it.

I think it's fitting for Charlie to have a bit extra vibrancy with demon and angelic features because she isn't mortal. At least not completely. She does have a more horrifying form with horns and eyes and wings but she hardly ever has to use it. She also has a natural charm to her she gets from her dad that makes it very hard to turn down what she suggests. Not impossible, just very unappealing. Hoping I can get to a point where her eyes aren't so scary looking but she does have cat pupils so, we'll...see.

Funny thing about Charlie is she is a bit like Elsa. Born with powers beyond comprehension, lives in an icy castle in the mountainside of the remote (only) city in her country, and was kept away from most of her citizens until her 200th birthday.

Okay, it's not a complete 1:1 here. Yes, Lucifer kept Charlie under wraps for about 200, well 50 years from his family, the other Ringmasters. The other denizens of Hell had no idea they had a princess until the events of the comic. They really aren't sure what to make of it either. Some Hellborn think they'll be able to marry into Lucifer's good graces (Sinners cannot legally marry anyone), others consider ransoming Charlie when she ventures out to start the rehab hotel (they are so painfully mistaken; everyone from her dad to her aunt Bel has taught her how to fight viciously even if it's not her preferred method of conflict resolution. to say nothing of the protective friends she gathers quickly). It also makes Charlie a little...well, naive about just how well her plans to rehab Hell are going to go. Most of what she knows about interacting with others come from pop media and her loving and protective family. It's an eye-opening experience when she strikes out on her own.

Debating on adding more black fleece to the bottom hem of her coat too. Thots? The background is just a deserted little corner of Pride Ring which is covered in snow (yes, Pride Ring is cold like in the Divine Comedy here). The orange trees in the background are courtesy of @holoanarchy for giving me the idea when I asked "what's a good color for the leaves of Hell trees?". I'll talk more about those when I post that Ring up, though.

Okay, let's talk about this lovable asshole now.

Blitz Wire has had to struggle and fight for most of the things he has in life. From the very beginning, things have been...tough for him. Imps are not the very bottom of the social ladder in my version of circus Hell, but they still make up the majority of the working class. If you've never been working class, take it from me, it sucks rocks. Sucks even more when neither of your parents were ever really successful or good with money either, as is the case with the Wires. Blitz's parents met when they were young and idealistic in Greed Ring and shortly married after a brief courtship. Beatriz (this is what I named his mom to keep with the 'B' theme), worked in a factory where they painted figurines of Mammon and the gold paint she huffed developed into Imphysema over time. She stayed sickly throughout Blitz, Barbie, and Fizz's childhood while Buckzo took over the family carnival to help put food on the table. When Beatriz could no longer work, he put the kids to it. They were happy to help and work to get noticed by Mammon so they could rake in some dough to get better medical treatment for their mother, despite the Ringmaster being the very reason she was sick in the first place (capitalism, baby!).

Blitz, as in the canon...is not very funny. Despite having a range of acrobatic tricks and being able to think and react very quickly, he just never had a knack for nor got a grasp of how to hold people's interest and make them laugh. Is what it is. Fizz was always the star of their little sideshow attraction. Barbie came as a close second with her death-defying knife acts and torture plays. Blitz just never stood out as an entertainer as the maladjusted middle child. Over time, that became a resentment. Coupled with Buckzo's disregard for him as his son, Blitz started pushing the envelope with the acts he performed.

Finally, when he was sixteen, Blitz decided he was ready to run a giant obstacle course straight out of Hell. It went about as bad as you would expect. Fizz got the brunt of the damage when he pulled his surrogate brother out of the jaws of certain death. While he was still recovering from being scalded by holy water, Blitz was fired and kicked out of the only home he'd ever known by his father. Barbie and Beatriz kept in touch, despite Buckzo's "banning" it, but Blitz spent the remainder of his teenage years on the streets of Hell, urban foraging and doing odd jobs to save up for a place away from Greed and the posters of Fizz's face as his fame grew.

I didn't really want to change much about Blitz's clothing choices since it makes sense for him to want to look professional, but also be comfortable while slicing throats and blowing people up. Also, blue and gold comes from him being from Greed and Asmo being his company's sponsor. Took away the boots and gave him proper hooves, though. Now, I didn't base the imps' lower halves on any specific ungulates, but Blitz's top half is defs based on an iguana. I want them to be more reptilian since Wrath is pretty desert-oriented and Satan is lizard-like herself. I could probs get away with making his tail a little shorter, but I'm happy with how his horns and spines turned out. He smokes this shitty brand of cigs called Blak'N'Bluz. They aren't called that because of the black filter and blue of the Hellfire they burn on, though. It's said they actually make one's lungs black and blue with one drag because they're so caustic. They're the easiest to steal as a result and the one Blitz started with so he always comes back to them.

I wanted him and Barbie to look more twin-like and I really don't care for OG Blitz's horns. As far as the pendant he's wearing goes, it never made sense to me that his mom only left him something and never left anything for her other kids (which could not be the case but we just don't know because...well, we're never given this info). Blitz and Barbie split their mother's necklace down the middle and each of them wears a piece of it. No idea what to give Fizz from her yet.

I changed Blitz's facial scars and I'll tell you why. Forget who pointed it out in the critical tag, but the type of face scar OG Blitz has would likely leave him blind, with low vision, or with no eyelid in the eye covered in that scar tissue. No matter how you slice it, his sight would be compromised. Given that I gave that particular trait to Loona and Vaggie also has an eye patch, I decided to vary him up. He's still disabled though. As another person pointed out on a totally unrelated to HB/HH post, burn scars can impact everything from self-esteem to physical movement depending on what caused them and how they heal. Due to the majority of Blitz's scarring being on his right and back, his tail and right side usually suffer some debilitating pain flares when he overworks himself. Also, migraines and trouble extending his limbs fully. Basically, he carries a bottle of percocet around (it's like demon ibuprophen; it's fine). His pain is part of why Blitz is such a cussy grump. Hard to be pleasant when you're poor, traumatized, AND hurting all the time.

I.M.P. is still a thing in this rewrite (still debating the name), but Blitz got the idea for it when he was dating Verosika (yup, that's still a thing too). She's the one who got him an in with her boss, Asmodeus. So, he has access to Asmodean crystals since the Ringmaster also liked the idea for snatching extra wicked souls early (they're a power source and, therefore, far more valuable then someone committing tax fraud or whatever) They parted on okay terms, but Blitz adopted Loona shortly after entering his 30s. Kid's gotta eat, so he expanded the business from an imp with a knife to two imps with a van full of guns. Hiring on Moxxie from his old stomping grounds of Greed, they were able to take on more clients. That led to meeting and hiring Millie. Loona comes on hunts now that she's old enough too and they all have a blast. The rest, they say, is history.

The other side of his face for ref:

Gave him a tear-shaped scar because why not? Also a horntip cap. That one is damaged and his trying to keep it from getting worse and breaking the whole tip off.

#jack is wording again #helluva redesign #hazbin redesign #blitz wire #charlie morningstar #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical

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karlswrites · 1 year

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A Red Leviathan

Part three of the Devildom Taxi Service is here! Warning: this is not my best work, and it is not proofread. But, gosh, it was bugging me, just sitting there in my Google Docs. I've already outlined the next brother's story, and I plan on getting it out before the New Year.

I hope you still enjoy it!

Warnings: One slightly suggestive joke towards the end, tooth-rotting fluff, a very flustered Levi

Word Count: 1,690

Due to a rather miserable series of events, the House of Lamentation’s kitchen was no longer available for dinner tonight. You hadn’t been present at the kitchen’s destruction, but you suspected foul play between Beel and Mammon. The two were often at each other’s throats, Mammon’s greed and Beel’s insatiable resembling perfect rivals. It would not be a stretch to assume they had been arguing over Beel’s new carton of Hell Pepper Jelly. Such a fight undoubtedly left a hole in the wall, rendering the kitchen out of commission. You couldn’t help but snicker when you imagined Lucifer’s scrunched nose and brow. He wanted to starve them, but doing so would look poorly on him. He also had you to look after. Taking his family to a simple restaurant and paying for those who hadn’t caused mayhem seemed like a reasonable solution. That’s why you were heading towards Leviathan’s room- to fetch him for dinner.

Climbing the steps that lead to his door, you could already make out thundering game music. The base reverberated from behind the oak door, and there was a triumphant crescendo of brass. Leviathan was, you gathered, fighting the boss of some TSL Spin-Off. A symphony of grunts, screams, and curses accompanied the musical backing. The music had led you to believe the demon had been doing well, but that clearly wasn’t the case. You inhaled sharply through your nose before knocking on the door.

“I’m busy!” Leviathan screamed.

You didn’t expect him to be cordial when raging. His voice rang out against the music. Leviathan gave out a shrill yell; he had been struggling for a while. You gave it a second before you spoke again.

“Leviachan!” You sang.

The fervent keyboard smashing stuttered for a second, and you heard Levi make an unidentifiable noise that was strewn between a gasp and a snort. It was oddly adorable.

There was a moment when you heard nothing but the background music. An image of a red-faced Levi popped into your noggin. His fingers were probably stretched out over several keys, frozen yet twitching. One brow would certainly be cocked, and his fangs would have a tenacious grasp on his bottom lip. You could not see him, but you pictured him as a mess. You didn’t need to see him to know you were spot on.

“Le-vi-a-chan!” You annunciated each syllable in a way that was so unnervingly clear. Levi’s circumstances grew more difficult behind the door with each passing second.

A strangled whine emitted from behind the door, and you got him- hook, line, and sinker. It was time to real him in.

The music cut off. Unsteady footsteps skipped to the door. The large oak door swung open and, leaning along the doorway with a furious blush, was Levi. Just as you had suspected, he looked like a mess. Hands dug deep under his arms, and fangs buried themselves in his bottom lip. For someone screaming ferociously before, Levi was shy now. If you hadn’t spent as much time in the Devildom as you had, this swift change in demeanor would be offputting. Still, it was always refreshing to see how quickly the many sides of Leviathan could show themselves.

Levi’s eyes avoided yours at first, but as soon as he caught yours, he said, “I’m in the middle of a very important battle.” He straightened his back and puffed up his chest. “So what d’ya want?”

It took everything within you not to laugh at the change. Your boy was trying so hard to appear manly, but his face was not helping. Red continued to stretch over his face as he spoke.

“Come on now, Human. I don’t have all day. I’ve never left a game paused for so long.”

“Yes, yes, I know. But I’m here on a mission.”

You give him a toothy grin as you recount Lucifer’s instructions. As you do, you notice Levi’s face fall slightly at the mention of his older brother. Sure, you have always visited Levi’s chambers frequently. The idea of someone else telling you to do so left him uneasy.

“Of course, those two idiots caused a scene. They’re always doing something wrong,” he sighed. His shoulders had relaxed, and the blush had dimmed slightly. “So Lucifer ordered you to come get me for dinner? Fine.”

The poor demon boy removed himself from the way and headed back into the comfort of his cove. Reluctantly, he turned his monitor and PC off, wincing at the whooshing noise the system made as it turned black. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, muttered a small goodbye to Henry, and closed the door to his room.

His eyes flashed over yours as he muttered, “Let’s go, then.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” you called after him.

From behind, you could easily make out his tense shoulders and crimson ear tips. Gosh, you enjoyed teasing him so much. Your words must have landed a critical hit on his heart because the boy remained silent until you reached the scraggly group of brothers waiting on the floor below.

Like a teacher, Lucifer took the group's headcount before announcing where you’d all be eating. Since Mammon wronged Beel, Beel got to choose the eatery. Hell’s Kitchen was the obvious choice. If anyone made even the slightest noise of disapproval, Lucifer smacked the back of their heads. You had to warn Levi can keep his mouth shut. In response, he stuck his tongue at you.

“Careful,” you muse, “I might catch that later.” You winked at him.

Your words left a ferocious blush on the poor guy’s face. He almost had a heart attack right then and there.

“Gah, don’t say that!” he squeaked. Gosh, he was adorable.

“But you look so cute when you blush. It’s a fact.”

After a minute of clutching his heart and hiding his face in his hands, you heard him whimper, “This doesn’t fit my tsundere persona.”

You had to admit that your boyfriend was incredibly self-aware. Even when you first met him, he struggled to hide his flust-rations (that pun was horrible).

“Hey, enough chit-chat back there! It would be a shame if either of you missed dinner,” Luci called from before you. A mischievous glint in his crimson eye caused Levi to blush and grimace. You just snickered and began to walk along with the group, almost leaving your boyfriend behind. He scurried to catch up with you.

…

Why Lucifer insisted that you walked, you had no idea, but you hated him for it. The Devildom was boundless, and nothing ever stayed in place. Different locations constantly changed, and traveling was difficult. Especially for you, a human with no power at all. Being the distant descendant of a fallen angel didn’t help. You couldn’t summon any mystical wings or a spirit animal to carry you. It sucked. You were already beginning to sweat; it was disgustingly hot. You felt as though you had been walking for days. Screw the incomprehensible time-thing down here.

“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Levi voiced from behind you.

His blush was long gone, one headphone covering an ear, and he was flipping through apps on his phone. He looked cool both in terms of temperature and aura.

“I might if we don’t get to the restaurant soon.”

You meant it as a joke, trying to shrug off the pressing heat. However, Levi didn’t take it like that. Within a second, his hand was on your shoulder, and he looked worried.

“Really? If you don’t feel well, you should tell me sooner!”

That really didn’t fit his tsundere persona.

“I’m fine,” you lied.

“Bull.”

Levi shut off his phone, removed his headphones, and shoved the articles in his pockets (I’m just convinced these boys have ‘bags of holding’ for their pockets). He darted in front of you and bent down.

“Levi?” you asked. “What’re you doing?”

“Get on.”

“I can walk,” you tried to reason.

“I don’t care. If you keep going on like this, you’re gonna start complaining, and I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with that right now.”

Of course, he needed a reason to justify being nice to you. Levi truly was a romantic soul.

“I’ll be sure to keep it to a minimum,” you retorted dryly.

“Human, I swear, if I have to stay like this for even a second longer, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder,” he paused, “and I think this would be more comfortable.”

Wow, he must really be concerned. You agreed then and clung onto his back. As he stood back up, he made some joke about you being heavy, but he was just kidding. You didn’t weigh a thing to him. Being a demon with immense power had its perks, like being able to pick up adorable humans.

He smelled amazing. This man smelled like the ocean but, like, clean. It reminds you of the ‘Ocean’ scent from a famous store on Earth but much better. His jacket was also soft and cool, and the air around you shifted from depressingly caliente to cool and crisp. You silently thanked the universe that the Sin of Envy found power in the ocean, that he felt like a sunset on the beach at the tail-end of summer. Boy howdy, the relief was incredible.

“Thanks, Levi. Want me to return the favor later?” You asked against his ear. Mans looked like a fire hydrant.

“You couldn’t even walk to the restaurant! I doubt you could carry me on the way back!” He made an excellent point.

“Yeah, sure, but we could see about tonight.” You were such a friggin tease.

“What does that even- Oh, my God. You- you’re evil,” he could barely keep his voice from breaking. You had to lay off the flirting if you two wanted to get to the eatery safely.

“Heh, maybe I really do belong in the Devildom,” you mused.

“Yeah, well you belong to me, and that’s where I live.”

“You belong with me, Levi.”

“Whatever.”

You could see that, from his shoulder, he had a sweet smile on his face.

#obey me leviathan #leviathan x you #obey me fluff #leviathan fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me boys #one shot #fluff #romance #obey me devildom #piggy-back rides

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prideofcelestia · 2 years

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❝love triangle - diavolo x reader x lucifer❞

« gender neutral reader »

« pairing - romantic sfw »

« notes - reader ends up with lucifer »

i. spend some time with me

For the Seductive Speechcraft class, the professor made groups of three students who were then assigned to come up with a story so engrossing that any human listening to it would instantly be charmed and hence forget to be suspicious of the demon trying to steal their soul. It took you only a moment to see the difficulty of the situation given how you were, after all, a human, and had no plans to succumb to the tricks of any demon — unless it was him who had already bewitched you mind and soul. If your teammates were friends, you could rest easy knowing that it would all play out fine.

Your heart felt ready to burst when you were teamed with Lucifer and Diavolo and he came to sit near you and your shoulders touched. To be fair, you saw him often — less frequently than you would have liked perhaps but you made up for it by daydreaming during the time you were away from his company.

Diavolo clapped his hands in childlike joy because two of his most precious mates would be working with him. The way he looked at you, however, would make one think that he nurtured feelings stronger than one reserved for a mere friend. Wasn’t it the perfect opportunity to strengthen bonds outside of his plans to unite the three realms? Even a powerful demon like him had his personal interests to look after.

“Let’s head to the Demon Lord’s Castle after classes to discuss the plot.”

Lucifer nodded, “Yes. That would be better than practising at H.O.L. because it’s always surrounded by hooligans.”

Diavolo laughed, “But there’s never a dull moment in their presence. Don’t you agree, [Name]?”

You smiled, “That’s true and despite what Lucifer says, he loves them to death.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at you, “Be careful of your words or you’ll be punished.” His face softened into his usual resting bitch expression. “That reminds me. [Name], since we’ll be tired by the time we finish, let’s dine at Ristorante Six today. Just the two of us. It’ll be a nice change of pace to be away from the chaos of my brothers.”

Piercing golden eyes fixed on Lucifer’s face. Diavolo said thoughtfully, “Ah! But I cannot allow such important guests as you to leave without having dinner. I insist that you stay to eat Barbatos’ cooking. It’s one of Devildom’s specialties, even if I say so myself. I also recently got my hands on vintage Demonus that’s a millennia old. It’ll taste better if I have company with me. I was hoping to know how [Name] likes it and of course, I can’t refuse Lucifer’s presence if I get the chance!”

A frown settled on Lucifer’s face because for a moment he felt like intruding on Diavolo’s personal time with you. Was he seen as a third wheeler?

Diavolo looked at you hopefully to see if you realised that dating the demon prince had some delicious advantages.

His right hand man, however, had his own interests too. Folding his arms, Lucifer smirked, “Diavolo, don’t you have urgent paperwork to take care of? It’ll be wrong to take up your time when you are so busy. Don’t worry. I can take care of them well. Isn’t that correct, [Name]?”

The sudden tension in the air made your spine tingle but you ignored the uneasiness and said, “Uh… yeah.”

Battle of the eyes ensued between the two demons as a means to assure dominance before the demon prince averted his gaze while looking a little embarrassed.

“Hehe, you got me, Lucifer. I still think that if you two share a glass of Demonus with me, I’ll be able to focus better.”

Lucifer smiled in victory and said, “I think you should keep that for another time. For now, we should be on our way to the Palace or we will never get it done. Then, nobody will get food tonight.”

ii. so that’s your choice…?

Once you found yourself in Diavolo’s study, the prince sat up straight with a gleam in his eyes. “I thought of the perfect idea on the way here!”

Impressed, you looked at him,“Oh?”

Lucifer sighed and looked at his friend with a sense of misgiving, “Hopefully, I can digest your ideas this time.”

Diavolo narrated without a care in the world, “I was reading a book called ‘101 Ways To Befriend A Human’ and I learned that they take pity easily. So, why don’t we introduce a lonely prince who wants to make friends, and finds his sole companion in the human we’re trying to lure? Since we’re talking about a prince, the human might believe that he’s charming, righteous and above their status but then when he slowly opens up and shows how vulnerable he can be, the human can’t help but feel compassion for him and wants to get close to him. The valiant prince is more than ready to take care of their needs too so the human gives in with time.”

Your eyes grew sad when he ended. It was, indeed, disheartening to think of a prince seated in a cold room made of grand stone but nobody to share his meals with. You nodded slowly, “Yes. That makes me sad and I wish I could comfort him.”

Diavolo’s eyes shone as his lips curved up in a smile.

Lucifer noticed the exchange without giving his feelings away. Lost in thought, his eyes lingered on you while he thought of the way to your heart.

“I think that instead of pity,” Lucifer said, “we could go with yearning. There could be a right hand man for the prince who seems to be distant and only interested in his own private affairs. But with time, the human sees that the cold man is capable of emotion too. Only for them. And he can’t resist them and vows to make them his. Won’t the human be tempted to learn more about him?”

Unbeknownst to you, when Diavolo’s passing gaze fell on Lucifer, both demons had fire in their eyes. Realising the other’s intentions, they decided that it would be best to let you decide.

They spoke in unison, “[Name], what do you think?”

You looked at them with an awkward expression before thinking. Finally, you said, “Uh… I would go with… Lucifer’s idea. I’m very curious to know what this… right hand man feels about the human.”

Diavolo’s eyes widened in shock but before conversation could continue, the clock chimed, declaring dinner time and hence, the end of the discussion.

You turned back at the tremor in Diavolo’s voice with an apologetic gaze.

“I’m sorry. Maybe next time?”

Lucifer smiled to himself and waited for you to join him. The prince nodded and he was shrouded in loneliness — the kind that had been his sole companion for centuries and that would most probably follow him in the future.

Even though he respected your choice, he couldn’t help but be dejected and try to sometimes get Lucifer away from you by dumping unnecessary work on him. That was all Diavolo could ever do because your heart chose Lucifer.

#obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #gender neutral mc #obey me!#obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #x mc #x reader #obey me scenario #shion script

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rottencoreflesh101 · 1 year

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It's official. Your Rot Monster AU has successfully wormed its way into my brain and it's not leaving. Hope you don't mind more questions:

How did the Kamaboko Squad meet up in this AU, if at all? What kind of hijinks do they get into?

Can we get more backstory on the Shinazugawa brothers? How do an angel and demon end up as brothers? (I remember you saying that Sameni was selected to be an angel, but what about Genya?)

What's Muzan up to in this AU? I imagine similar bullshit as canon, but the existence of more monsters makes my mind go to darker places.

What are humans up to in this AU? I've snippets mentioning them, but nothing really concrete. Are the Ubuyashikis human, still running the Demon Slayer Corps?

I'll probably have more questions later.

(P.S. I have a fic for this AU in my WIP. Have no idea if it'll ever be done, but who knows?)

I surely dont mind at all, im so happy others took interest in my au!

Hmm Tanjiro(Pheonix harpy), Nezuko(Corrupyed Pheonix harpy), Zenitsu(lung storm dragon) and Inosuke(either a boar troll or a boar faun) met the same way as in canon. Kanao(butterfly Fairy) was later introduced when the gang met the Angel rank (Sanemi, Shinobu and Gyomei tho Sanemi was missing, at this time he was long gone).

Genya was introduced once the gang was accepted and viewed as worthy in Sanemi’s eyes.

Hmm when the whole group is together, they usually do pretty tamed stuff. Most extreme stuff they’ve done is hunt not so powerful demons as a hunt game, they’re all pretty brutal creatures so they kill these demons in the most horrific ways possible.

Shinazugawa brothers, the angel cycle.

Sanemi was originally a dragon along with Genya. Angels are cherry picked by the corp, they get to decide who is worthy of such tittle since angels in this au are powerful warriors, battle machines and nothing more or less.

Sanemi was chosen to be an angel and was sent to the corp for training (like in the army! Once you’re recruited, they’ll take you to base to break you). When Sanemi came back from training, he found his family dead but luckily he wasn’t so late to save Genya but to his horror, Genya was feasting on their parents (who were infected with spores from a demon) and that made Genya turn into a dragon demon inmune to the spore’s mind control. //I’ll maybe get more in detail about this in the future.

Angels by default are demon slayers, they will destroy any corrupted being or malicious creature they come across but this was Genya, the only family he had left. So he kept him a secret in his temple. Sanemi raised his brother in secret from everyone until Kanae went to visit Sanemi with out consent, Genya thought it was Sanemi and the rest was a bloody mess.

Muzan

Hmm I have not yet settled anything for Muzan yet. I thought maybe Lucifer himself but very similar life style to the netflix series lucifer. Rich dude, very well known but not many know he is Muzan, the mf they after since he takes many form. But thats for now, we yet haven’t planned anything.

Humans

Humans are still present in this au. Very common actually, basically they’re just living their lives in villages snd being tormented by the monsters/creatures under Muzan’s hand.

But some have found certain creatures and considered them as gods, religious or worthy enough to offerings and gifts. Examples are Giyuu Tomioka(Water lung dragon), Douma(Kelpie) and Sabito(Forest/River Kitsune).

Also yes! The Ubuyashikis are still in control of the corps! They’re common humans but they’re honest and hard work has been respected and they’re all in debt with them (not in a bad way more like for example, Tomioka was taken under Urokodaki’s care which he was oart of the corp and Tomioka felt he owed the corp for their kindness)

If that made any senseee????? Tho Tomioka retires later on!

/// If you ever publish it or feel like sharing it plz send it to me??? Omg?? Or tag me! I would love to read!!!

#rot monster au

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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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Endversetober Day 28: Wound

(explanation post) (compilation post)

In the cold stone halls, every step echoed as Michael made his way towards the innermost chamber. It was eerily silent, as if in the aftermath of a battle, even though he hadn't found his enemy yet.

Well, the bodies strewn all over the floor, the dried blood and slowly rotting guts, may have hinted at a previous battle.

Ya think? Adam reacted to his thoughts, even as he shuddered at the carnage before them. Were these humans, or zombies?

I don't know. Possibly demons. There was still a slight smell of sulphur in the musty air.

No, I mean the victims.

Yeah, I meant them too.

When they came to the end of the hallway, Michael stopped in front of the large wooden doors, which wore streaks of blood and scratch marks in the shape of claws. Possibly from hell hounds, Michael mused.

He grabbed the handle and pulled, and the door swung open with a horrible creaking sound, revealing a sort of make-shift throne room. It clearly hadn't been one before the demons had taken over the place, but there was no mistaking as to what the stone seat was supposed to be, especially because Lucifer was sitting on it with a crown on his head.

It wasn't a very impressive one, as crowns went, little more than a glorified circlet. On the head of the man who had once been an archangel, and who now sported rings under his blood-shot eyes, it looked ridiculous.

“Who dares disturb me?” Lucifer asked, and even his voice was unimpressive, scratchy like he hadn't had enough water. His head was leaning on his hand, with his elbow on one of the throne's arms.

“Hello, brother,” Michael said as he walked into the room, letting the doors fall closed behind him. “It has been a while.”

It was almost a miracle that Michael even recognized him,human-looking as he was.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at him. As he straightened on his throne, Michael for the first time realized how tall his vessel was, compared to other humans. For an archangel, all humans were tiny creatures, but since his powers had started failing, everything had been put far more into perspective.

Lucifer stood up from his throne, taking only one step towards them before stopping.

“Michael?”

Is that blood? Adam whispered in the back of their head, as if afraid that Lucifer would hear them.

Probably. It was all around Lucifer's mouth, giving him a slightly crazed look.

“It's me,” Michael said aloud.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer asked, eyes hollow. “Don't tell me you still want to do the grand finale. That's not gonna work anymore. No paradise for this stink hole.”

“I know.” Michael wasn't here to execute the apocalypse, or even necessarily to kill his brother. “Did you kill all these demons?”

Lucifer glanced down at the bodies around him, as if he needed to confirm. “Some of them were nuns,” he then said, with the attitude of a man talking about the weather.

No, actually, people talked about the weather with far more interest and urgency most of the time.

“What are you doing here, Mikey?” Lucifer asked again.

To be honest, Michael wasn't entirely sure what he wanted. Or how this visit would turn out.

“Did they rise up against you?” he asked casually, turning his attention to a spot next to Lucifer's throne that seemed suspiciously empty.

When he focused, Michael could make out a vague, slumped shape – a dead hell hound, perhaps.

“They weren't happy with my leadership style. Weren't happy with me losing my powers, either.” Lucifer took a step towards them, a maniacal grin on his face. “But then, they also weren't happy when I took their blood to regain power. It's like they didn't even know what they wanted.”

“It's hard to find decent personnel these days,” Michael said dryly, and felt a flicker of amusement from Adam.

“Tell me about it,” Lucifer said, just as Michael spotted a blonde woman on the floor, the kind of slim, pretty vessel Lilith had favoured. Its eyes were empty, the neck snapped, and with the way she was almost artfully propped up against a stone pillar, one might think Lucifer had been using the body like a doll.

“Did you kill all of them? Or were some loyal ones left?” Michael asked, dragging out what he now felt would be inevitable.

If he killed even the creatures he himself had created, what hope was there for him to spare any humans?

“Hm,” Lucifer made, looking thoughtfully at the dead body of a dark-haired woman. Her neck had been bitten through, and Adam shuddered again at the sight. “Maybe there were some I could have left alive.”

So he'd killed them all, loyal and disloyal alike.

“You know, I wonder.” Lucifer took another step towards Michael. “This vessel reacts really well to demon blood. Makes you think what it would do with angel blood.”

One of Michael's hands slowly wandered under his jacket, where he'd stashed his knife. “Probably nothing good.”

“Possibly,” Lucifer said, still grinning, “or maybe it'd be extra good.”

Michael pulled out his knife, and Lucifer snarled, moving his hand – and the knife went flying, knocked out of Michael's hand by an invisible force.

Psychic powers. Great.

“Michael, Michael, Michael.” Lucifer clicked his tongue. “Did you really think you could get me that easily?”

“One can hope,” Michael muttered, and took a step back when Lucifer came towards him.

“The mighty Michael – flinching like a weak little human!” Lucifer said gleefully. “Who could have seen this coming?”

“Over the course of the last few weeks? Pretty much everyone.”

Lucifer raised his arm again, sending Michael flying against the wall behind him. He crumpled onto the floor, gasping, and quickly scrambled to get back up.

“You don't stand a chance against me!” Lucifer called, obviously having fun with this.

Except his nose had started bleeding. He didn't seem to notice, though.

“No. I suppose I don't.” Michael raised his chin, his arms limp at his side as he waited for Lucifer to come closer. “But you forgot to consider one thing.”

“What's that?” Lucifer asked, coming to a stop before him, seeming eager to hear what he still had to say.

But Michael didn't have to say anything, as a spear bored into Lucifer from behind, the tip breaking through the front of his chest.

Lucifer gasped, a gurgling sound, as he gripped the spear with trembling fingers and tried to crane his neck enough to see who had done it.

“You forgot to consider,” Gabriel took up Michael's thread, “that he may have back-up.”

Lucifer squinted at him, even while his legs gave out under him.

“Gabriel?” he asked, disbelieving.

“Hey, buddy.”

Lucifer coughed up blood. “Brothers,” he said pleadingly, one hand reaching for Michael's pant leg.

Michael took a step back, shaking his head. “You were our brother once, but not anymore.”

“What am I now?” Lucifer whispered, the light slowly seeping out of his eyes.

“Now you're just a gaping wound in our chests.”

It almost looked as if Lucifer nodded as his head lolled forwards and his body slumped onto the floor, broken and lifeless.

#Endversetober #Violence cw #Michael SPN #Lucifer SPN #Gabriel SPN #Quick writing

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