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helluvapoison · 3 months

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Lend A Helping Hand

Lucifer, Adam, Lute, Vaggie and Husk need help preening

warnings: possible innacurate bird knowledge, heaven headcanons (also probably innacurate) illusions to sexual behavior but it’s not

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˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Lilith used help… when she was around. The thought of asking someone else, much less the act itself, scorched him with guilt

• Oh well. Lucifer did it before, Heaven had rules about it, so he can do it again! And of course he did! It doesn’t mean it’s not an excruciatingly long process he puts off as long as he can tolerate

• You walk in on him attempting to strain his arms in ways they certainly shouldn’t bend. “Need some help?”

• “Pfft, who me? No, no, no I—“ He pauses. It’s like the predicament he’s been caught in settles in slowly, his smile dropping and crimson irises widening to rival a puppy’s cuteness. “Yes.” He admits meekly

• Your fingers barely touch his feathers and Lucifer jolts. Like him, his wings are so sensative

• Don’t take it personally when he tries to back out after that, cheeks bright red from embarrassment. He has six wings and can barely tolerate your touch as is. This could take a while, he already feels bad

• After a teaspoon more of convincing and a gallon of reassurance later, Lucifer sits as still as he can (which isn’t very) while you gently break open the pin feathers

• You could tease if you wanted, make a joke to try and settle his nerves but something tells you his wings aren’t the only thing that’s sensitive

• Lucifer appreciates your assistance and tenderness more than words can describe, nothing seems like a big enough gift to reward your hard work

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Usually it’s Lute that would help him (and vice versa if he feels like it) but she’s nowhere to be found. He can’t casually ask anyone else. Heaven and its inhabitants can be weird about certain shit, preening is no exception— even though everyone has wings here!

• Walking past Adam’s office, you heard a crash and a lot of swearing. “Sir, are you—?”

“Unless you’re gonna help, fuck right off!” He growls from the ground, still reaching at an awkward angle for his wings

• He’s shocked when you sit on your knees beside him and swat his hand away. “If you make this weird, I will leave.” You warn. He doesn’t dare make even a single comment

• Adam shivers when your fingers glide into his feathers. You wave it off the first time but can’t stop a laugh when it happens again

Face first into the carpet, his loud voice is muffled, “Shut! Up!”

• You take pity on him and don’t drag the process longer than necessary. Awarding yourself a final pet of his oddly soft wings, you stand up, “There. All better?”

• Rising to his feet and giving his wings an experimental stretch, he shrugs nonchalantly, “Thanks. I guess.”

• The next day, you receive a basket from Goody-2-Shoes with various snacks. The card reads, ‘Let me know when I can return the favor. Wings don’t have to be included. ~ A’

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• You know she needs help when she’s more irritable than usual. Snapping at everyone, even Adam, and flinching when her wings move in the slightest

• Approaching the subject with her is harder than anyone. As aforementioned it’s unspokenly taboo but that isn’t what stops her. Lute’s deep rooted issues with intimacy and needing help will make her walls thicker than ever

• “This is inappropriate,” Lute whispers.

In the dead of night she’s finally allowed you to assist but keeps fidgeting and surveying the area like someone will catch you two.

“It is not,” You roll your eyes, “Get your mind out of the gutter and be still! I’ll have you’ll feeling better in no time.”

• She seriously, seriously doubts that. Anything she can’t do herself, amongst certain divine exceptions, no one could do for her

• …But she’s letting you help (and your adept fingers are doing a better job) So either she doesn’t fully believe that, or you miraculously raised her expectations

• Lute decides the latter is acceptable– and a compliment, especially since you prove her wrong. Triple checking her wings, she can’t find a flaw or deny how wonderful they feel now.

• “This is adequate.”

You snort, “You could just say thanks?”

“How can I repay you?”

“I just told you.”

• She narrows her eyes, shocked and suspicious that you wouldn’t want anything. Lute, again, decides that your endeavor deserves an equal act of goodwill. Don’t take it for granted when she says, “No. I owe you one. One.”

˚✧₊⁎ Vaggie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• She genuinely forgets what’s wrong with her when she needs to preen. Even with her wings folded away, the irritable pricking can be felt. She’s itching the back of her neck, hand clawing under the crew of her shirt and dipping between her shoulder blades when you ask when’s the last time she checked for pin feathers

• Vaggie’s always been independent. Up in Heaven she was a bit cocky with the fact she never needed help to reach them. Now, she felt helpless and stupid. Her arms cramped up, her hair kept getting in the way and the itching only progressed

• “Can I–?”

“No.” Her ivory eyes go wide, surprised at the fury of her own voice. Sighing and avoiding your (what she assumed was a) pitiful gaze, she apologizes. “Sorry. I don’t know why I… I used to be able to do this alone.”

Pausing at how defeated Vaggie sounds, you do your best to keep a positive, neutral tone.

“Cut yourself some slack, you haven’t done this in years. And, y’know, you don’t have to do it alone now. Not if you don’t want.”

• Smiling at the offer hanging in the air but not quite accepting, she goes about her managerial duties only to knock on your door afterwards

• Vaggie’s so grateful you can’t see how dark her face becomes as you sort through her wings. They’re not sensitive, they never were– it’s something about your fingers delicately touching her that cracks her resolve. Now she starts to understand why this was seen as an intimate act upstairs

• “Thanks for…” Still blushing, she gestures to her wings before hiding them, “Thanks.”

You try to keep up with her indifference but can’t help the smile spreading across your face.

“No problem.”

• If you think she’s not replaying the moment over and over in her head for days afterwards, you’re wrong. Vaggie’s desperately waiting for the moment to be just as useful to you

˚✧₊⁎ Husk ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He’s hardly a fan of Angel touching him the way he does so a solid relationship is required to unlock the level of trust needed for this activity

• The first time it happens when you’re in his life, he won’t ask but also doesn’t reject the offer. Just looks extremely hesitant and uncomfortable

• Carefully, you pinch the rough layer and eye Husk from over his shoulder

• He breathes out a laugh, “Gonna take more than that to hurt me, sugar. Go on, I’ll be fine.”

• His wings might be the least sensitive… but that could also be all that alcohol in his system

• Husk hums as you work. After he gives a big, cat-like stretch and thanks you with a tip of his hat

• The simple gesture means more than you know, he’ll never forget it

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ accidentally on purpose put them from most to least sensitive wings hehehe

big big big BIG thank you to @kottenox for the inspiration and letting me take this idea and run!

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trashogram · 3 months

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He Chose You (Pt.1)

Lucifer/Reader

Hazbin Hotel AU where Lilith never existed, Lucifer has been lonely for over a millennia and Charlie will be born one way or another. Rated E for explicit sexual content of the raunchiest variety in later chapters and also weird old people.

There was a knock at your door. It sounded like someone rapping their knuckles against the wood whimsically, as if following the beat of a song you couldn’t hear.

The methodical folding of your clothes into garage sale-quality drawers came to a halt. You looked over your shoulder, shifting on your feet hesitantly.

It had been little over a week since you moved into the grand old Donner apartment. Apart from a quick tow-in of shoddy furniture from your hired movers, no one had come calling.

You definitely weren’t expecting anyone either, not in a brand new city you’d spontaneously decided to live in.

After another moment of uncertainty, you pivoted to the door and inched it open to a slit you could peek through. “Hello?”

Your brow furrowed as you stared at the empty space ahead of you. Pulling the door open fully, you peered down one end of the hallway to the other.

Nothing but cracked and crumbling crown moldings on wainscoting, a matted-looking saxony carpet, the same musty, stale air…

‘Quack’

You nearly jumped out of your skin, head snapping down to see a real, live duck standing just outside your doorframe.

“Oh!”

You immediately squatted down to marvel at the animal. It gazed back up at you with beady red eyes and a curious gait.

“Hey little guy,” You cooed, smiling despite the incongruous image of a waterfowl in your building.

You raised a hand and reached out slowly, instinctive desire to pet the cute little creature warring with a minuscule yet no less embarrassing fear.

Were ducks typically friendly? You knew so little, ornithology not being your thing.

“Will you let me pet you?” Your fingers hovered over the surprisingly patient animal before it decided to nudge itself under your palm.

The duck shivered with delight at your touch, all-white feathers ruffling excitedly and tail wagging, looking akin to a very happy dog.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, heart melting. “You’re so cute!”

Soft feathers brushed against your bent knees as the duck drew close enough to rub its body against you. It had gone from doggish to cat-like effortlessly, and you couldn’t help giggling over how silly it looked.

“Where did you come from?” You asked after a bit of cuddling, glancing from side to side once again. The hallway remained empty, no one running to fetch what you assumed was a beloved pet.

‘That’s… weird.’ You thought. ‘So, who knocked on my door?’

It was tempting to ask the bird that was currently bouncing on its webbed feet. You couldn’t help but snort with laughter before positioning yourself so that you were sitting. In an instant, the duck made to climb into your lap, allowing you to carefully lift it onto your legs when it couldn’t reach.

“You’re so silly!” Grinning, you continued to stroke its head. “Your owner is probably worried sick about their silly little guy.”

‘Quack’

The duck burrowed its head against your stomach as it settled on your lap, and you sighed. “I’d love to keep you, but I don’t know how to take care of you, sweetie.”

Little red eyes bore into you from below, seemingly wide and beseeching. It was too precious, and too perfect (to the point where you idly wondered if someone was somehow scouting a way to scam you via adorable duck shenanigans).

Aside from the guttural, sad ‘wek’ you got in reply, a slow creak of hinges drew your attention back up. The door across from you had visibly opened the barest amount. You squinted, just able to make out frizzy red hair and a red-rimmed, down-turned mouth in the dim lighting.

“Oh hey, hi!” You stopped yourself from standing, instead of bracing the bundle in your lap close. “Is this your duck?”

A tingle went up your spine as the door opened fully and an old woman appeared. She was dressed in green capri pants and a ruffled tan blouse, hair red as an open flame and barely kept in-check by a cheetah-print scarf. The makeup she wore was caked on, harsh red lipstick smeared around her thin lips and black kohl-rimmed eyes popping out of her wrinkled face.

The sour, almost suspicious look on her face softened but did not completely go away, even when she smiled.

“Oh Lou!” She cried, making you jump. “You didn’t get very far, did you? I almost didn’t notice you were gone, you little scoundrel!”

“Well, thank goodness for that I guess. He’s got those little legs, ya see,” She nodded down at your lap, “but he’s so darn fast anyway, might as well be a midget racehorse!”

You chuckled and smiled politely. That persistent tingling at your back had you holding back a shiver, and the skin on your arms prickled and rose.

“I didn’t know we could have pet ducks in this building.” Your words belied a confidence, as well as interest in having a conversation with this woman, that you didn’t truly have.

As a matter of fact, despite the inner scolding you gave yourself for being judgmental, you were quite off-put in the woman’s presence. The want to return to your apartment and shut the door in her overly-painted face was rising like a lump in your throat.

“He seems to really like you, that’s so sweet. He’s not usually this friendly with anyone but my hubby. That’s Mr. Farrow, honey, have you met him?” The woman - presumably Mrs, Farrow, leaned down just a few feet away.

She still looked to be examining you and your avian companion, the bland pleasantness oozing yet unable to suffocate the shrewd glint in her dark eyes.

“Oh, uh, no. I’m afraid I haven’t -” You started.

“Oh, that’s alright! That’s fine! Matter of fact, he’d get an earful from me if he was talkin’ to a pretty thing like you without me knowin’!” Mrs. Farrow laughed. “Just kiddin’, honey. You’re new to the building though, aren’t you? Well, welcome! It’s nice to see a new face here! ‘Specially a young one!”

“Thank —”

“Maybe that’s why Lou is so taken with you! Animals just thrive off energy and sunshine and all that. Not slow, almost dead things. I’m sure you’re birds of a feather that way.”

Again, your soft laughter is polite, teetering on nervousness.

You took a moment to rise, humming apologetically when Lou squawked as he was jostled. On your feet, you instinctively stepped back. One foot over the threshold and solid in your apartment.

“He is really sweet.” You said, holding the animal out as carefully as you could. “I’m glad he didn’t get lost.”

Mrs. Farrow stared, arms falling to her sides. She didn’t attempt to take the bird from you for a long, long moment.

Confusion and disbelief clouded your mind as you stood, waiting, watching as Mrs. Farrow’s throat bobbed when she swallowed forcefully.

What? Was she afraid of the duck?

In a split-second, she returned to smiling animatedly and waved a geriatric hand in the air so flippantly that the uncomfortable moment ceased to exist.

“Oh honey, you can put him down if you want. He’ll come back over now that our door’s open.” Mrs. Farrow laughed. “Lou’s not my biggest fan. He’s such a prideful thing, you know. Just like Mr. Farrow - it’s probably why they get along so well!”

You blinked, then slowly bent at the waist to let Lou down. The duck made another disdainful quack, red eyes looking at you morosely.

It’s little legs eventually rowed through the air in an effort to gain footing. You lightly placed him over the carpet and let go, allowing Lou to jump down.

The duck began waddling away, though it appeared to hang its head as it did so. Occasionally, he turned to look at you, somber and sullen as if bidding farewell before walking on death row.

“Aww, poor little thing.” Mrs. Farrow drawled. At your side. “Looks like my Lou is sweet on you! Poor guy, I can see why! Again, a lovely young thing like you is probably a gift from above in this stuffy old place.”

“Say, how long have you been here?”

You turned to the old woman. “About a week, I’m still getting settled.”

Mrs. Farrow nodded vigorously, eyes bright but mouth pursed. “A week, a week?! A week and no one’s introduced themselves to you?”

“Holy Toledo, you must think we’re all a bunch a’ snobs in here! That’s no good. Oh! Why don’t you come over for dinner sometime and me and my mister can show you some proper hospitality?”

“Oh, that's really nice of you —”

“Sure! Sure! It’ll be great, how ‘bout tomorrow night? It’d give us some time to get prepared, have things cleaned and settled. Do you like steak? That’d be perfect, actually. I’ve got some in the freezer just waitin’ to be defrosted.”

“Um, well — That’s a little short notice…”

“I’m sure Mr. Farrow won’t mind. He’ll be glad for the company, and if he isn’t, well he will be when I’m done with him.” She chortled. “Just another joke, honey. He’s always dyin’ to talk to someone that isn’t me. It’d be a real treat to him. Treat ta me too! What do you say?”

Your mouth opened and closed as a light sheen of sweat broke over the nape of your neck. Mrs. Farrow’s sharp eyes were wider, attempting to beguile you while your head was still spinning.

“I-I guess, maybe —” You stammered.

“Wonderful!” The eccentric woman’s eyes lit up like fireworks, cigarette-smoker’s voice becoming truly raucous in her delight. “I’ll go ahead and get started. You go get back to what it was you were doing before Lou and I interrupted you! And don’t worry about a thing! We might be old timers, but a good meal and good cheer never go out of style.”

Mrs. Farrow laughed, pretending to shoo you away until you were back inside your apartment and she was pulling your door to a close for you.

“Have a good night, honey! We’ll see you tomorrow! 6 o’clock, don’t be late!”

Before you knew it, you were staring at the back of your own door again.

‘What the fuck just happened?’

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saturnbellfromhell · 1 year

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS

On today's astrology post I will list my favorite placements, signs and aspects. Now, there are many of them so I'll make a part two next week if this this one is liked by all of you. Hope you enjoy!

🟤 Jupiter in the 1st House

This placement is like finding a pearl in the ocean. These natives ooze positivity, truthfulness and cuteness. Their desire to make others feel content and loved is something I admire about them. They are the wise and thoughtful one of the group and they truly deserve the biggest hug anyone can give.

🟤 Mercury in the 9th house

The dictionary on two legs. These people are so interesting to befriend. They always have new knowledge to spread and are interested in anything from novels, essays, poetry, encyclopedias...they are hungry to learn and spread their knowledge. They also love learning other languages and others traditions. Very open to talk about anything and everything.

🟤 Cancer Moon

I've already wrote about this placement in my Moon saga, but it definitely needs another reminder. The softness, loyalty and nurture these people have is healing, physically and emotionally. They will do anything to make you feel comfortable and safe, always help you with anything you need and never back down from you even if the whole world is against you.

🟤 Lilith in the 1st house

They're just the definition of sexiness. You can spot them from a mile away and the moment you touch them you can really feel this raw energy they give.

🟤 Sun in 8th house

Having such a personal sign in one of the darkest houses can be quite a storm to overcome. Nevertheless these people are so brave and utterly beautiful from the inside. They hold their pain away from the world with a hard shell of humor and sarcasm. This placement is the one which inspires many. They deserve recognition and to be taken care of.

🟤 Mercury in Pisces

They just know how to explain everything in your manner, being that you're a child, teenager or grown adult they are so patient and talented for it. Never wanting to fight, always thinking before speaking and truly an emotional fairy of words.

🟤 Moon in the 12th house

These natives feel everything and anything. They always know how to make your day better of what to get you for your birthday. With a collective sense of emotion and the willingness to constantly heal, these are the witches of the zodiac. The one's always seeking the darkest parts of others and seeing beauty in it.

🟤 Scorpio Rising

They have such a captivating appearance with their fierce look and everylasting eyelashes. They seem scary and creepy to some, but I beg to differ.

🟤 Scorpio Sun

Even though people love to hate Scorpio sun's, I absolutely adore them. I mean I am a Cap, so dark humor, making fun of others, the cold shoulder and sarcasm are nothing new to me. They are very loyal individuals, that's a fact, even though I've never dated one...but the friends I had as Scorpios are amazing people to have around.

🟤Sun trine Moon

What can I say, the harmonius aspect between the ego and the heart. These individuals are the calm one's who always have a wise answer for everything. Down to earth and an amazing support system.

🟤 Pluto in the 9th house

These individuals cam experience some rocky times in school and/or college, but after some ups and downs they are such interesting individuals. I've also met alot with this placement who love anything crime related especially serial killers and looking into their demonior and motives. They are the curious cats and are highly intelligent. Absolutely oppressed with these people.

🟤 Leo Venus

Even though they're not for me, being a earth Venus they are the one's that love showing their partner off and put them on a pedestal. They make you feel like a Hollywood star and being out the red carpet out every other day. They are the one's to spoil the hell out of you.

🟤 Neptune in the 11th house

Having this placement myself I know the struggle of always believing others and getting hurt by their selfishness. You always feel like your peoples second even though ypu try your best. So all my Neptune 11th hoursers, you're not alone. Love you alot!

Xoxo Numa

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shapard · 2 months

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Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

Soft Lucifer

They talk in honesty

A/n: When someone wants to request something, go on!

Eternal Sunshine

Chapter 10 > Epilogue

Saying that Lucifer got over protective is an understatement. He always was at least one feet away from you.

Lucifer created a little goat guardian for you, when he wasn’t there and able to protect you.

You named her Lammy.

Lucifer always said that it was a boring name. You should name her Shazam or something similar, which you gladly declined.

Lammy may be a simple name but it is a cute one for your cute little white-brownish goat. She had two small pairs of fairy wings and a pink bowtie.

You loved your little Lammy and hugged it 24/7 which made Lucifer a little Jealous.

When Lucifer was there Lammy wasn't allowed on the bed.

Husk and Angel dust were more than happy that you’re alive. They didn’t even let you move an inch.

And now you were crouched down to the medicine cabinet, because the pain on your back was too much.

“Luce! Where are the pain killers?” You shouted as you looked in the small medicine cabin, you couldn’t find your medications anymore.

A golden shimmer appeared next to you and Lucifer descended from it.

“They should be in here Apple pie. Why do you need them?” He asked as he crouched down to your level and helped to find the medications.

“I have pain on my Shoulder.” The pain was on your shoulder blades reminding you of your missing pairs of wings, with a disappointed sigh you sat down on the red carpet.

“Is there anything more you want to talk about darling?” Lucifer asked out of worry. Since a couple of days, he watched you closely as you sometimes looked outside with a sad expression on your face. You talked a lot less and sometimes you weren’t listening anymore to him.

“It’s nothing Important.” That was a half lie.

Even though you and Lucifer were very close and loved each other dearly, there was still a big elephant in the room.

What was that with Lilith?

And the way you thought about your wings, you missed them dearly. Now you know how Maleficent when she lost her wings from her own Lover, except it wasn’t Lucifers fault.

“I can see that you’re lying honey.” He snorted and chuckled and took your soft hands in his black clawed ones. “If you don’t want to share that’s okay. Only when you’re ready.” His voice was smooth like butter and his soft lips kissed your forehead softly.

You take a deep shaky breath, “When I was in that Playhouse. Azrael showed me something.” Lucifer slit eyes switched onto your shaking hands, no doubt was that a very Traumatic event.

He held them tight letting you know that he’s there for you and will protect you this time. “What has he shown you?” He asked carefully as he watched your eyes fill with sadness, a feeling that clenched around his heart in a hard force.

“You and Lilith, you two were kissing. Meanwhile I-“ A sob escaped your throat, and you laid your head on his chest.

A pang of guilt resides in Lucifer as he stroked your back in circular motion. “I am sorry my Apple pie. I really hoped you didn’t see that accident, but I guess it was planned."

"She forced herself on me and right after I took care of her that she’ll never show herself back here. Please believe me.” His face was pressed on your hair and he took a deep breath in.

Well, you believe him. You believe him more than you do Azrael, you don’t even know him.

Michael was dead, he was killed by his own twin brother Lucifer.

How Ironic.

You stayed in Lucifers arms a while until your cries calmed down. “Sorry to ruin your day.” Lucifer shook his head and chuckled, “You haven’t ruined anything! Besides we still have the whole night.”

You started to blush, and your body started to heat up.

A spark started to swirl on your back, and you felt something coming out. With a quick motion you grabbed some familiar soft feathers on your back and Lucifer whistled.

“Seems you got your wings back cutie.” He bit his lips and brushed his clawed fingers softly down your Humerus towards the Manus and your body grew hotter every second.

“Kinda Hot I gotta admit.”

A/n: I wanted to write smut in here but decided against it.

This is the most Pixelated image I've seen in my whole life. Neitherless a God piece.

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nynxhaswritersblockk · 3 months

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A small Lucifer x reader!!

Reader's gender isn't mentioned btw!! Ya'll are just comforting him<3

"Lucifer is the angel who fell, but Azazel is the angel who chose to fall"

Ten thousand years ago, when Lucifer and Lilith were banished into hell and forced to become the first fallen angels in history, a certain angel became more and more rebellious everyday. Going against all decision heaven made, destroying plans and causing chaos wherever they could. It wasn't long until that angel was revealed to be Y/N, Lucifer's former bestfriend, the one angel that was against banishing the two lovers in the first place. But heaven didn't banish them, no, the seraphims knew that if they did it would only make Y/N happy and feed into their plans. So heaven forced them to stay, until adam died and came to heaven, the first ever man. He became fond of Y/N, until he learned of their relation to Lucifer and then they fell. Not in the typical sense, Y/N didn't get banished or thrown out of heaven, they jumped. A decision they made one night, their good intention quickly turning dark due to the nature of hell, along with their feelings which soon turned cold. Lucifer despised his friend's decision, even going as far as hating and avoiding them, but that never stopped Y/N from visiting or checking up on Lucifer in any way they could.

That is how we got here. Lucifer is laying in his bed, curled up under the blanket as tears continue to rolls down his cheeks, face all red and puffy while he quietly sobs. The glass door to his balcony opens and someone steps inside, the sound of a silk coat falling to the carpet floor lets Lucifer know who it is. Y/N. A weight on the bed behind Lucifer, laying down next to him as he's slowly pulled into the person's arms. "What's troubling you?" You ask softly, your voice just barely above a whisper. "Nothing. Just don't bother." Lucifer spits out, wanting to be left alone. "I can tell something's wrong, you're crying" You insist with a huff, as you cuddle up to him a little. "Lilith left. And she took Charlie with her." Lucifer finally mumbles out between a few sobs, turning around to face you, now scooting closer. "Did she say anything?" Lucifer doesn't respond, as you gently rub his back to comfort him. "It'll be okay. She'll come back, I'm sure. She loves you, Lucifer" You mumble out softly, hurting yourself more than intended.

Lucifer doesn't notice, he never has. As his eyes have always been and always will be on Lilith, while you are just the second best option. He gently wrappes his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. "I don't know about that" Lucifer admits, biting his lip. "Why?" you question, completely oblivious to whatever is going on. "I think-" He stops himself for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I think I made the wrong decision by marrying Lilith" He mumbles out, your hand gently running through Lucifer's locks, waiting for him to explain. "Even if it's been ten thousand years, I realised that I love someone else. I fear that it's too late to tell them now." He explains, softly sobbing into your chest, though he's definetely calmed down a bit. "It's never too late" You say with a small chuckle, your hands still playing with Lucifer's golden locks.

"Y/N," Lucifer once again stops himself as his voice cracks. "Ssh, it's okay." You brush a few strands of hair out of his face with a smile. "Rest now, we can talk later." He wants to speak, but can't find the words and therefore keeps quiet. After sometime he eventually falls asleep in your arms and you can't help but blush, a small smile gracing your delicate features. "If only he knew." you thought to yourself, while all Lucifer could think was "if only they knew."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #he's so silly

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Character(s). Misfit Class + Kalego Sensei, Balam Sensei, Opera, and Sullyvan

Synopsis. How I see the reader being treated in Babyls and in the netherworld in general as you’re Iruma’s younger sibling

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Younger! sister reader

-Finished s3 of Mairuma last night so I’ve reread the music festival arc. I just wish s4 will come faster becauseee I’ve been LSS-struck by Lilith’s Red Carpet and the music isn’t even out yet 🥺

Iruma is a BABY. Everyone around him wants to protect and cherish and love all of him. But you? Oh, hell you enter the room and they’re all either kneeling or cooing because how can you be such a cutie?

Sullyvan treats you and Iruma like toddlers. You want those dresses? Here buy ten each. Oh, you love that dessert? Opera, please bring more. You wanna go shopping? Take his wallet, his bank details, take his whole life if you must. Sully-sama just wants the best for you and your Nii-chan.

But unlike your brother, you’re not allowed to have a sleepover or stay outside way too late. Either Opera will come hunting you down once it’s past seven pm or your whole class will be the searching party.

Opera is much, much stricter to you than to your brother. They make sure that you are above prim and proper most of time. “You’re a lady in the household, (y/n)-sama”, or so. But they’re still as gentle as they could be and always prioritize what makes you comfortable.

No man. And I mean NO MAN, is allowed to come near you aside Asmodeous Alice (and somehow the other misfits as well). Pray that no one would dare to walk you home because,

“Apologies, (y/n)-sama. I thought you’re being kidnapped” “OPERA-SAN WE’RE LITERALLY GOING HOME” you’re freaking out at how bloody the nose of your friend is.

At class, you’re seated between Alice and Lead because Azzazz thinks that he should be in the middle of you and your brother so he can protect both of you in case somethings happens. And Lead insists that he must be beside you because you’re his “Baby sister.”

Ofc you’re part of the Iruma gang but you spend time with the other circle from time to time as well. One of your favorites is Nee-san and Krocell because you’ve never had a big sis and these two are doing good at the job. Sometimes they dress you up like a doll with Clarin just bringing out the most random (but cute) clothing from her pockets.

Jazzy and Garp spoils you rotten. You’re their princess and they call you as such. Jazzy loves to bring you shiny gems and jewelries that he bought because “You’re special” and then he’ll ruffle your hair. He will also let you play with his familiar.

Garp would cook for you. You’re tired of the foods from the cafeteria? Open up the kitchen of the royal one! You want sweets? He always keeps sweets. Garp also blows wind at you if you feel hot due to the weather.

When you’re tired, or if you just need it—like in the harvest festival, Agares is assigned to make you comfortable. Yes, the misfits have talked about it. They have no doubt about your strength and ability, you’re Iruma’s sister after all, but “What if the bugs and other insects bite her? We can’t have that!” Cue, Agares building a whole castle for you (As well as for him and Garp). When other students took shelter in the said place, he made sure you still have the Luxury of space and as comfortable as you can be. Even though you argue that no, you can fight, and a cramped space is fine for you.

Babe, you should have seen the way the other girls look at you with playful jealousy as Agares dotes on you.

Allocer and Sabnock helps with your study. It’s a great help when you feel a bit pressured at Azzazz’s teachings. Besides, you can’t add to his luggage anymore (a.k.a Iruma and Clarin). Sabnock mostly teaches you about the Demon king, but he’s also pretty good when it comes to other subjects. He’s gentle and caring, being the big brother that he is.

Aloocer, on the other hand, is a much stricter tutor. He gave you assignments and pointers. But his work certainly help you pass every exam, most of the time even sharing it to your brother when you two study at home.

Camui is also one of your favorite classmates. He’s not allowed of course to hog you, as the other twelve will go after his head, and he wouldn’t do that as well to the class’s baby! Because of him you can pet animals and beasts (With the help of Krocell) without getting hurt.

Sometimes you will hang out with Iruma and Lead and it’s so cute because it looks like two babies trying to protect a smaller baby. The two of them will spoil you as well and you’ll be the one to decide what to eat, what to play, or what to do for the day or for that specific time.

Purson Soi also gives you a special treatment. If he vanishes and the class can’t find him, one call from you and puff! He’s there. You don’t want to talk to that schoolmate who keeps asking you out? Big brother Soi will make sure your presence is gone in a moment.

It’s very subtle and he still treats just like the whole class, but Kalego-sensei just seems to “miss” if you’ve done something wrong. Or he would just let it slide “very unnoticeable” if it’s about you.

And Balam-sensei? You remembered how scared he was the first time Iruma told him that he’s a human? That’s he’s reaction to you up until now. The professor wouldn’t even touch without thinking that he’ll break your soft body. Tell him that it’s fine though because the man wouldn’t even breathe the same air as you in fear of intoxicating you.

BONUS

BigBro!Iruma in Evil Cycle is the cream of the crop. All hands off of you. All eyes off of you. “You want something now, Princess?” Say you want the whole netherworld and it’ll be at your feet. He wouldn’t barricade you or anything, but his eyes will be watching you and anyone around you.

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pewpewkachuuboo · 3 months

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So I had a thought about what if Lucifer is full of shit and is actually the one Alastor made a deal with because Alastor is the big bad because isn’t Luci chilling with the Overlords during extermination in the pilot? Like…. There’s no way he doesn’t know Alastor at all.

So I wrote how I thought their original meeting went - if y’all like the idea I would love to write how the interactions during the season would look if this were the case. That could be fun, actually - I may do that regardless.

I don’t really think I believe it, but I do love the idea that Alastor is in debt to Lucifer and the deal was protecting Charlie’s dream which means he can’t actually do harm to those that don’t deserve it period.

—-

The throne room of hell was vast and empty. The room consisted of a pair of large ornate doors that led to a red-carpeted walkway straight to the throne of hell that sat upon eight large steps that represented the eight rings of hell.

Lucifer sat comfortably on his throne, leaning against his staff as Alastor considered his options.

“So… I will be all powerful after a seven year sabbatical.”

“You will have access to powers beyond your means after I send you to train with my brother for the seven years that it takes for completion - on the condition that when you return, you protect my daughter and her dreams at all cost.”

Alastor chuckled deeply, his voice crackling in interest, “I will not sacrifice myself for another person - especially not blue blood scum. I think I can find how to conjure power on my own, thank you.”

Lucifer’s eyes glowed red in irritation. He stood from his red throne and slammed down his staff. The sound echoed as golden chains restrained Alastor from leaving as he had intended, “I seem to recall that it was you, radio demon, that came to me seeking power. Not the other way around.”

Alastor gave a light sigh, “No need for the restraints, sir, let’s come to another agreement.”

Lucifer did not move to remove the chains, “You’re much more charming in this position- maybe I should put you on your knees and make you beg for that power you crave instead.”

With a tut of his tongue Alastor retorted carefully, “I want power. I will agree to do whatever it takes when I return to see that your daughters hopes and dreams are not crushed. I will protect her but I will not die for her.”

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully at the offer and snapped his fingers to release Alastor from the golden chains before reaching out a hand, “You also cannot let her know of this deal or that we know one another at all.”

Alastor stood still for a moment before finally nodding and closing the distance between them, his hand slipping into the king’s, “Deal.”

Lucifer flashed his devilish grin, a golden glow and dark shadows blending into each other around them, “Good luck and I’ll see you in seven years.”

With that the light and shadows engulfed Alastor and when the colors faded, the radio demon was nowhere to be found.

Lucifer chuckled, “He should have been more careful with his wording - I thought he’d make it harder than that.” He clicked his tongue before sitting back atop his throne, eyes darkening as his wife entered.

Lilith looked calm, “It’s done?”

“Yes. What is Charlie going to say when she figures out that you decided to go to heaven to live and left behind a radio demon to protect her but don’t intend to say goodbye yourself?”

Lilith smiled sadly, “She won’t because you love her too much to tell her and break her heart. Adam promised the exorcists would leave you and Charlie without harm no matter what comes.”

“Just the exorcists?” Lucifer snorted, the grip on his staff tightening, “If Adam kills your daughter himself what do you intend to do?”

Lilith shook her head, “I don’t have time for what ifs, Luci.”

Lucifer spit on the ground at his feet angrily, voice coming out in a harsh and gravely whisper, “You have lost the right to call me by nicknames or pet names. Get out. If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you myself.”

With a sigh, Lilith left the room leaving Lucifer on his own once more.

Lucifer took in a ragged breath, tears falling down his cheeks as he sobbed in loss - they had separated years ago because Lilith had left him to wallow in his misery and instead of being understanding, she took his daughter and left to take charge of hell on her own because he wasn’t motivated or loved like she was.

Something about this moment felt more final, however, and so he allowed himself to transport to his working quarters so he could mourn the loss of his family a final time before distracting himself fully. Charlie, after growing up with her mother, was never close to him despite how desperately he craved that relationship, and she hardly reached out at this point in her life so she clearly didn’t need him - so when Lilith approached him explaining the deal she had made with Adam and asking him to seek out the most powerful overlord to make a deal with him so that Charlie would be protected he hesitated, but ultimately was able to manipulate word of mouth to convince Alastor to seek him out for more power. Sinners were always hungry for more power.

And so Lucifer kept to himself, willing his phone to ring with Charlie’s profile picture so he could try to mend their relationship. He missed her desperately, but felt in the depths of his heart that any attempts he made to reach out first would lead to rejection from the only person he had left.

He wouldn’t survive if Charlie rejected him like the rest of heaven and hell had.

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin alastor #drabble #hazbin lucifer #radioapple #hazbin charlie #hazbin lilith #hazbin hcs

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meabh-mcinness · 1 year

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Thought of the day;

Naberius Kalego is a bratty power bottom

Exhibit A: his Lilith's Red Carpet

(Side note, I just fully noticed how powerful this scene is. To a demon their wings are everything, and he's not only displaying them but is letting someone touch them. Like the amount of trust that is needed for that)

Exhibit B: His entire relationship with Opera and Shichirou.

#fight me #i will die on this hill #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #naberius kalego #kalego #mairimashita iruma kun #mairuma #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to the demon school #welcome to demon school! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #welcome to demon school #manga spoilers #mairimashita manga #iruma kun manga

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adrianasunderworld · 1 year

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Iv'e had this idea for a bit. this mostly pertains to Isabelle, but really you can slot in any Yuu for this. But Papa Crewel au meets fake dating Vil.

Vil and Isabelle/Yuu/Miss Yuu get called to the office one day, and who should be there but Vils manager, Professor Crewel, and Lilith Crewel. The two are confused as to what the fuck is going on when they get hit with the pitch. The two of them start fake dating for publicity.

Crewel is not for this, but Lilith and the manager reason that a famous celebrity like Vil suddenly dating the mysterious new heir to the Crewel fortune will generate a lot of buzz, perfect for his upcoming movie and to sell copies of Divine Magazine, especially if they are modelling the upcoming spring line together. All publicity is good publicity. Besides, they're already friends and holding hands in public now and then isn't going to be difficlut.

Isabelle: I mean I guess I don't mind. But Vil what do you-?

Vil: I'll do it.

Manager: not going to lie, I thought this would be a harder sell.

Cue the fake dating shenanigan's where they have to spend time together, hold hands in public, red carpet dates, the whole nine yards.

Divus is pissed, because he's not blind, he can tell line of this "fake" part of this is blurring. Meanwhile Lilith is an instigator. All the while, Vil is not half assing being a boyfriend, fake or not. even when there's no one around, he's still attentive and gives gifts and helps her study.

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #twst vil #papa crewel #lilith crewel #isabelle rosa #twst oc #divus crewel

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snippychicke · 8 months

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For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Twenty

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: M for Mature. We've begun the 18+ content

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child.

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Masterlist | Ao3| Mairimashitai! Simps Discord

You and Balam were hanging near the back of the auditorium during the Music Festival, enjoying their performances from the other first-years. Shichiro's height allowed him to easily look over the crowd, and so could you, considering you were sitting on the demon's shoulders. No one seemed to blink an eye at the sight, but that was likely due to the performances.

Each one struck a chord in you. But especially Class A and their play 'Rise of the Spirit Prince,' teaching the opposite of nearly every fable from Earth.

Be greedy for power, for knowledge. Bare your fangs at those who would dare look down on you.

The words echoed in your heart even after the ballad ended and Class C started their powerful duel/duet. The play reminded you of the question Sullivan and Shichiro had both posed to you.

What is your ambition? Reach for it. Grab it, no matter whether or not you think you deserve it.

You… wanted everything. You wanted what you had now, and more. You wanted to not worry about the future and instead enjoy the love, the life, you had now.

Class B's play struck another chord in away with their tragedy titles 'A Bloodstained Marriage' with the star-crossed lovers of a princess and dragon. A demonic twist to the fairy tales you had grown up with.

"Will you choose me above all else?"

"Always."

And god, the ending lines of: "I don't regret anything in our life together. You are my whole world." left you misty eyed as you stoked Shichiro's hair. You had a feeling he was thinking similar thoughts as he rubbed circles with his thumbs on your lower legs that were slung over his shoulders.

When it was finally time for the Misfits, the whole auditorium became abuzz with energy. You clung on to Shichiro a little tighter in excitement. After all, Iruma had wanted the whole thing a surprise, so he had refused to tell you any details about the play.

And gods, Lilith's Red Carpet was amazing. You forgot you were watching your favorite students perform and was swept away by the magic of the play. Music became your heartbeat, the song your thoughts as the teenagers that were near and dear to your heart morphed into their characters.

Lilith, searching for the perfect love, and refusing to settle for anything less. She didn't care about being selfish, or being unreasonable. She reveled in the love and passion that others showed her, proud of her desires.

You were shocked once it was over, ripped from the story and back into reality as everyone clapped and cheered, and soon you were joining them as you clapped as hard as you could, your heels braced against Shichiro's chest as he did the same.

Your kiddos had definitely won. With Soi's triumphant ending and return, how could they not?

Even if you were slightly biased, you refused to think they could lose. Not after that brilliant performance.

The judges seemed to agree once the clamor died down. Six from Judge Kyupa. Six from Judge Meimei.

And a one frome Judge Three, Amduscias Poro. The one who had been the strictest so far.

You hadn't expected a perfect score - no matter how much you believed they deserved it - but a one?!

"WHAT?!" You snarled, your pride turning into rage in an instant. Shichiro gripped your legs tight, preventing you from jumping down. You fought against his thick arms, too fueled by rage to think rationally. "Damn it! Let me go! Let me give him a fucking piece of my mind!"

"You're causing a scene, dearest," He mumbled quietly, aware of the looks you were oblivious to.

"I don't care, Shichiro!" You shot back with a growl. "He's being unfair! There is no way in hell they deserve a one!"

"Shhh," he chided gently, and you were on the verge of swearing when you realized Poro was talking. The giant demon tapped the sign boasting a one, and it shifted into a music note.

Which looked like a six.

Meaning your kids had won.

You were sure your throat was going to be raw as you cheered, Shichiro now holding on to make sure you didn't fall as you clapped as hard as you could in between wooping and screaming.

Anything to make sure your kids knew how proud you were of them.

--+--

A few hours later, you found yourself with both Kalego and Balam, watching over the students as they celebrated.

The after-party of the festival was much like the harvest festival, with music and talk filling most of the hall, both food and drinks overflowing. Except this time you had no fear of Raim and Momonoki or any Rumors that could spread. If anything you spurred a few on being plastered to Shichiro's side, occasionally sneaking a drink from his cup or carefully threading a piece of food through the vents of his mask for him to try.

Kalego, for the most part, just rolled his eyes whenever he saw you being affectionate, but didn't say anything.

"Devi, he's coming this way," Kalego suddenly muttered, disappearing as you looked up, trying to spot Opera's red hair. After all, they were the only person Kalego seemed to fear beside your father, and Sullivan had been busy with Poro.

Except you didn't see Opera, but the towering judge stalking towards your direction- with your adoptive father at his side. You hadn't formally met Poro yet, though you had heard brief anecdotes from Kalego and Balam as well as from the Misfit class.

You thought they had exaggerated his height but now that you were able to see the demon up close… he was tall. Taller than Sullivan, taller than Balam, whom you instinctively pressed closer to.

"So this is the mother of that child?" Poro spoke with a melodic voice despite his narrowed eyes as he reached you and Shichiro, not even bothering with a greeting.

"My lovely daughter, yes," Sullivan confirmed, beaming with pride as he introduced you. "She is my pride and joy next to my wonderful grandson."

Poro glanced between you and Sullivan, doubt evident on his face. "You don't exactly resemble each other. But you swear she's not Delkira's?"

Your heart skipped a beat before Sullivan laughed. "Thankfully! Could you imagine if she and Iruma looked like me? And for the last time, they are not Delkira's heirs."

Poro laughed slightly at that, making you relaxed. "Her melody matches yours and Iruma's at least, though unique," Poro acknowledged, still talking about you and not to you. Which was rather annoying. You were about to insist that they talk to you and not about you when Poro’s next words made you freeze. "And…tied to his." Poro's attention shifted towards Balam, his eyes narrowing once more. "Wait, are you the boy's father?"

"What? No, no," Shichiro quickly answered, face turning red. Though, there was a hint of a smile behind his mask as he rubbed his neck. "I mean, well, not strictly. I do care for him as if he was, and I do want children someday, but we're still courting and--"

"Shichiro," You whispered as both elder demons had conspicuous smiles on their faces as he continued to dig himself in a hole. Your hand twined with his, pulling his attention to you. Despite the situation, his words thrilled you. He cared for Iruma in such a way? And he did want to have children? With you?

Shichiro looked down at you, his face bright with a blush but looking awkwardly happy at the same time.

"I think you're going to get more grandchildren in the near future," Poro faux-whispered, bringing you out of your thoughts with a deep blush. "It seems perhaps your curse has lifted."

"I am rather hoping," Sullivan chuckled, though there was something in his expression. Something that seemed a bit… haunted when you looked towards him.

Curse? What curse?

He seemed to notice your worry and smiled reassuringly at you. It didn't calm your curiosity, but you understood he didn't want you to worry about it.

Instead you turned to Poro. “By the way, about your little stunt with the one earlier….”

The towering demon raised an eyebrow as Shichiro sighed deeply. To your relief and excitement, Sullivan nodded his head in agreement, a smile forming beneath his white mustache.

--+--

Ten hours after drinking the energizing tea, and as Shichiro predicted, Iruma was dead asleep.

You had to bite back a smile to see him curled against Clara and Asmodeus, all three teenagers completely passed out in what you could only describe as a cuddle pile. Thankfully, the party was virtually over with, so no one really noticed.

There was a click of a camera shutter, and you looked over your shoulder to see Shichiro taking a picture with his phone. A quiet beep a second later confirmed he had sent it to you without you even needing to ask.

"I should get him home and into bed," You sighed as you turned back to the three. Although he was still quite tiny for his age, he wasn't skin and bones anymore, making you dread the walk back home. Back on Earth, you could pick him up like a bag of rice and carry with just a little difficulty. You highly doubted that was the case anymore after months of being able to eat as much as he had wanted.

Maybe you should call Opera or Sullivan to see if they could help you.

Before you could reach for your phone, Shichiro stepped forward and carefully picked Iruma from the cuddle pile.

And oh, that needed a picture. One you quickly took while Shichiro was still adjusting his hold on the boy. Maybe it was the late hour; or the few drops of Netherworld alcohol you mixed with your juice, or your earlier conversation still ringing in your mind - but you felt like your heart was about to burst at the sight.

"Shall we? The other teachers will take care of Valac and Asmodeus." He reassured, holding Iruma with one arm to offer you the other. You silently nodded your head as you accepted his arm, unable to speak because of the lump in your throat.

It felt like a fairy tale as you walked home hand-in-hand with Shichiro. The moons were bright, lighting the way and casting shadows that moved beyond the trees. But you felt completely safe with Shichiro by your side, knowing nothing could even dream of hurting you or Iruma with him near.

Or maybe this was a taste of days to come. Of your happily ever after that was quickly taking shape. A sense of happiness and joy you had never dared to dream of.

This was your dream. Your ambition. A loving father, Opera (while no familial title fit, they were absolutely part of your family), a darling son...

And now, a partner. A mate. A sire for future children.

"Do you want me to carry you too?" Shichiro asked honestly as you leaned against him with a sigh.

"No," You answered, smiling up at him. "I'm... just really happy right now."

His grip tightened slightly, dark eyes crinkling in a smile. "Me too."

--+--

Getting Iruma back to his room and tucking him into the oversized bed was easy. If you took a little longer than usual to fuss about the blankets and brushing your fingers through his slicked back hair, Shichiro didn't seem to mind.

"You did great today," You whispered before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You do great everyday. I am so proud of you." Iruma shifted in his sleep with a smile on his face before you followed Shichiro out into the hall.

"I know you didn't give birth to Iruma," Shichiro started, "but... you're a very good mother to him. And a good mentor to many of the students."

"You too," You deflected, flushing at the praise as you bumped your shoulder into him. "I think you're a pretty amazing teacher. Not just to your protégés Asmodeus and Sabnock - or even me and Iruma - but to all the students."

He pulled you into a hug, his chest pressed to your back. "My sweet vixen. I... have one last thing for you."

"Oh?" You mused, heart thumping as your mind whirled with possibilities, both innocent and not so much. "You've given me so much already, Shichiro."

One arm let go of your waist, and there was a rustle of a pocket before he presented a wrapped box. Small, about the size of the book.

"Love stories were never much interest to me, until recently," he all but purred into your ear. "You are my dream, my Lilith."

If your heart wasn't beating wildly in your chest before, it was now. You accepted the box, well aware of Shichiro's anxious hold on your waist as you carefully undid the wrapping.

Courting a Princess.

"Shichiro..." You gasped as you took in the beautiful - adorable - art of the book, no question who the protagonists were supposed to be. A demon with wild white hair, clawed feet, and green feathered wings.

And a very human looking woman across from him.

--+--

The princess of the Sullivan family was as beautiful as she was rare. Many demons gave her offerings of gold, gems, and magical treasures beyond value. Yet she denied them all, returning their offerings to them upon their return in a month. For she did not seek wealth or power as most demons would.

She sought knowledge. She was a lover of literature and the wisdom of ages past.

One demon in particular admired her for her thirst for knowledge and boundless curiosity, as well as her beauty. But he figured he had no hope of courting the princess. He was high ranking, but scarred horrifically from the days of his youth - and had already pledged to serve Babyls.

To his surprise, the princess herself approached him one day - going as far as covering her horns and hiding fangs in deference. "Please, sir, they say you have knowledge of realms unknown to most. Would you please teach me?"

He could deny her nothing, and took every opportunity to teach her everything he knew. Hours spent talking with her felt like brief moments, and he found himself falling even more in love.

So although he feared he would end up just another rejected suitor, he approached her one day; bowing with his wingbase bared and offered her a book. A rare book - worthless to many demons - but he hoped that perhaps she would accept it.

Her laugh echoed through the room, making him look up. She revealed an equally priceless book as she knelt before him. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Please, be my Intended."

--+--

It was late in the evening of the following day of the music festival, with everyone retired to their rooms for the night. Kitten was happily curled up in your lap as you read Shichiro's gift to you (for probably the hundredth time - though each time you swore you loved it more) when suddenly his head perked up; his little nose twitching in the air. Before you could react, the kitten jumped from your lap and dashed out the room and down the hall.

You quickly followed him, surprised by his behavior. Yes, he usually developed 'the zoomies' in the evenings, but nothing like this. The way he was darting down the carpeted hallway - body low to the ground - made you think he was stalking something.

Something that was apparently in Iruma’s bedroom. Kitten was able to slip silent through the partially-opened door before you could catch him. You had just barely reached the door when you heard a scream from inside.

No. Two screams - only one which you recognized. Startled, you slammed the door open before freezing. A dark - as in an unnatural black as a shadow - person(?) was in bed with Iruma, sitting unusually close to the boy.

You barely noticed Kitten clutching to the shadow-person with his claws and teeth. Not when a feral snarl spread across your lips before you launched yourself at the person. You used every tactic Opera taught you as you tore at them, your maternal instincts in a rage at this bastard who dared to be in your son's bed. Iruma was a child, and whomever - whatever - this thing was, it was not one of his many friends.

Yet it felt like punching an overly soft pillow, or even a cloud. You could feel your fists make contact but yet there was no substance to crack your knuckles against.

"Mom! Mom, stop!" Iruma's voice broke through your rage as your boy wrapped his arms around your body, trying to restrain you.

"What the fuck?!" You snarled, at whom you weren't sure. The creature you had pinned beneath you, or your son trying to defend the bastard. "Who the fuck are you? What is he doing in your bed? What the hell is going on!"

"Ma'am, I'd be happy to answer your questions if you get your cat off me." The being spoke, acting more bothered by Kitten's continued attempts at gnawing his hand than your own assault.

"Give me one good reason why I should," You shot back, hand still gripping his… top? It looked like a coat label but felt like unearthly fog between your fingers. Like any moment it would slip away through your fingers.

"Ali's my friend - my partner," Iruma answered. "It's okay, I promise."

"Fucking devibullshit!" You snapped at without thinking, part of you hurt that he would lie to you. Or maybe that this asshole had convinced him of such a thing. "You would've introduced him if that was the case!"

"Well, to be fair, until now no one but Iruma could really see me," Ali tried to defend, earning your harsh glare. Instead of being intimidated, he tilted his head towards Kitten. "Please, the cat?"

You hesitated, your mind trying to advise you to give the one-eyed creature a chance to explain, while your heart continued to demand that you rip him to shreds.

Except - you hadn't really been ripping him to shreds, or even ruffling his suit. Against your better judgment, you gripped the kitten by the scruff and pulled him off Ali, causing the kitten to whine as if you stole him away from his favorite toy. You shifted into a sitting position while holding Kitten in your lap. "Now. Either you tell me what's going on, or I will release Kitten again."

--+--

About an hour later, your mind was still trying to comprehend what was going on.

Apparently, Iruma's magic Gluttonous Ring was haunted by Ali - or rather - Alikred. Who had been helping Iruma from the literal shadows since before you even arrived in the Netherworld; he only seemed to grow in strength and sentience as Iruma himself grew stronger.

Some part of you felt distrustful of the being (spirit? demon? Something else?), but you weren't sure if it was intuition or just paranoia and suspicion of a magical being that was closely linked to Iruma, which was causing your mother-hen instinct to balk.

One thing was sure; Kitten was determined to attack Ali. During the whole conversation, he squirmed and yowled more than he ever had before, confusing you until you recalled Shichiro stating something about his kind eating lost spirits in the wild.

Ali seemed very cautious of Kitten in return, his one eye drifting to the ball of fluff in your arms with suspicion evident. So no matter what, you did have a weapon against him should your fears become reality.

"Do you understand now, mom?" Iruma spoke softly once he finished his story, his big blue eyes pleading like a puppy's. "Ali is harmless."

"Ow," Ali muttered quietly with a pout despite not having much in the way of facial features. You weren't sure how that worked. "Iruma my boy, do you really need to call me harmless?"

You glared at Ali. Iruma was your boy. And if Ali wanted to continue to be Iruma's 'partner', he'd better be harmless.

You turned back to Iruma, your expression softening. It was hard to remember how strong and independent the young teen was despite his soft appearance. He was so used to facing the world by himself; not asking for help.

Which was probably why he never mentioned this before.

But - he did know danger and avoided it like the plague, so… you could trust him on this….

Right?

"I'm always going to worry about you," You said after a moment, reaching forward to cup his face tenderly. "That's just a part of who I am. But I will trust you about this, because I know you're so strong and responsible. But I want you to know, to feel, that you can talk to me about anything. Please, don't feel like you have to carry these burdens by yourself."

Iruma's own worried expression softened, tears forming in his eyes as he nodded. "Of course, mom. And I will, I promise."

----

"Are spirits that possess objects anything to worry about?"

Kalego held up Kitten by the scruff. Who - for the hundredth time that week - had wandered off and went to attack Ali. Or as everyone else saw it - play with Iruma. "Did you not hear what I said? You need to control your cat."

"Are you not a teacher?" You replied back without explanation as you crossed your arms. To be fair, you had tried to keep Kitten from stalking Ali - but it seemed that instinct to hunt spirits was stronger than anything else you tempted him with.

You had planned to speak with Balam about it, but seeing as Kalego was right here, and he was quite intelligent as well plus didn't get off on tangents as Balam was known to do. (Though you loved him for it, watching him grow excited made you so happy.)

"Are you not a librarian surrounded by one of the largest collections of books in the Netherworld?" Kalego shot back, unamused. "Besides, it's common knowledge that spirits who possess objects are rarely a danger for a demon beyond aleph…" He trailed off after a moment, realization lighting his dark eyes. "Except - you're rankless, aren't you?"

"Which does not mean I'm powerless," You quickly defended, realizing the possible unintended consequence of your inquiry. "But… you're right. I can do my own studying."

Besides, he had answered your main concern; sort of. You didn't care about Ali's danger to you, you just cared if he was a danger to Iruma. And yes, while Iruma wasn't exactly a demon, he was strong…

Thanks to his ring; which was possessed. Oof, this would require more research. It probably wasn't a question you were going to get a simple answer for either.

You recalled creating a section for magical artifacts, and tried to remember any books on possessed items of power.

"And this?" Kalego interrupted your train of thoughts as he held the kitten out for you to take.

"... He's a work in progress," You admitted as you struggled with Kitten as he fought against your hold until you gripped his scruff firmly like a mother cat would. Even then, you knew he would take off as soon as you set him down. You hated the idea of locking him up in a room, but honestly couldn't think of any other options at this point.

"If you can't control him, then he shouldn't be allowed at Babyls," Kalego rebuked as he crossed his arms, his typical disapproving scowl gracing his face. "What kind of example are you setting by allowing him to run wild in the halls?"

You huffed, sufficiently chaisened as you held Kitten closer. "I told you, I'm working on it. So, unless you have any pointers or tips, you can go let me continue my work in relative peace."

A smile spread across Kalego's face. Not a pleasant kind smile that you would never expect from him anyways, but the sinister smile that the Misfits often spoke about. The one that promised pain and misery. "Actually…"

In a blink, an electric-like crackle filled the air as Cerberion appeared. Both you and Kitten flinched, feeling the magic and fierce nature of the beast bear down on you. "He's not that different from a familiar. Rankless or not, I'm sure you can control the fuzzball with my… guidance."

----

Cats and dogs were two very different things on earth, so you had assumed feline and canine creatures of the Netherworld were just as different. After all, there were a lot of parallels between Earth and the Netherworld that you and Shichiro enjoyed having long discussions about. And while there was an undeniable vast difference between the two, there was a growing list of similarities as well.

But while Shichiro knew creatures inside and out - along with some of their social behaviors - Kalego was the expert when it came to asserting dominance and creating a bond.

Though for Kitten, Kalego asserted that the best way for a bond to be forged was for him to understand the fact that you were safe. As long as he stayed near you, Cerberion left him alone.

Simple, in theory. Except it meant that in practice Cerberion would randomly appear out of thin air with a thunderous growl whenever Kitten tried to test his boundaries, spooking not only Kitten, but yourself and whomever else happened to be in the library at the time.

Thankfully, for you and the rest of Babyls’ population that was tired of one heart attack after another, Kitten was a fast learner. The next step was teaching Kitten how to accept guidance - which was tricker.

Usually, familiars reacted to their summoner's mana more than physical or verbal commands. But considering your 'unique' situation, that was nigh impossible.

You eventually reached out not just to those you felt most comfortable with (Kalego, Shichiro, Opera, and Sullivan) but to the other Babyls staff. Furcas was especially interested in the challenge, tearing through the library in an uncharacteristic whirlwind, leaving you scrambling to put it back in order.

But with her help, you were able to create a sigil that both looked and acted somewhat like a summoning seal. Soon you had it traced upon the back of your hand, using it to focus your mana as well as communicate your intents to Kitten.

"Now the little fluff won't be disrupting my classes," Kalego stated with a very vague hint of approval in his voice as he watched Kitten fetch the small stuffed toy. You were still amazed that a feline was behaving more or less like a well trained dog. "I also suggest you stop telling students he isn't a familiar."

"But he isn't," You defended as you took the toy mouse from Kitten, scritching between his ears as well as sending mana to the sigil as a form of praise.

"That may be. But it's drawing attention and raising questions that I doubt you want."

His words made you pause. Kalego had dropped hints that he knew something was up, but he didn't care to dig deeper into the truth. It still sent a shiver of fear whenever he implied he knew about your origins. "I don't like lying," You answered slowly.

Kalego huffed and crossed his arms. "Lying and allowing people to believe what they assume to be true are two seperate things. Especially when it could possibly put you in danger. Being unranked is unusual enough - alongside being unable to perform magic without the use of sigils. But having a creature following you around that is not a familiar will have others start to take notice."

You still couldn't figure out how - or why - demons didn't quite have the concept of pets. Just like the lack of the term friendship.

"As part of Babyls staff, you are considered one of ours," He continued. "But too many flags will still raise suspicion."

"... I suppose you're right," You sighed.

"Of course I am," He snorted, sounding offended yet a glance showed a small smirk on his face. "You may be surrounded by books, but it's obvious you still need education on the finer aspects of our culture."

You paused again, shooting him a suspicious look. How much did he actually know? Did he know the truth, or was he just referring to the backstory of you and Iruma coming from a different region of the Netherworld?

He caught your gaze - and the expression behind it - and raised a brow, challenging you. Part of you wanted to take the bait. To just bluntly ask how much did he know. Yet you knew you shouldn't in case he didn't know anything and he was either baiting you to spill the truth, or it was all a misunderstanding on your part.

So instead, you forced a smile as you teased. "Aw, Kalego, I knew you really do like me, deep down."

There was a brief look of surprise on his face before he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I only do this because you are a part of Babyls staff as well as the fact you are Shichiro"s Intended."

"Mmm, no. This is more than that. We're friends now, aren't we?"

"There's that ridiculous term your son and his classmates are spreading through the campus…"

"It's not ridiculous. It's very important for people of all ages to have friends. You're just going to have to deal with the fact that I see you as one of my friends. And there is nothing you can do about it."

He grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Devi. I will never understand why Shichiro decided to choose you."

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma--+--

Balam enjoyed spending time with Iruma; especially after Poro's insinuation of being the boy's father. It wasn't true, of course.

But… he could be fatherly towards the boy and pretend at times. It was rather easy to fall into the thoughts of ‘what-ifs’ and wonder if Iruma would be agreeable to such a thing. Especially considering Iruma seemed to love their time together. Even when Balam carefully clutched the boy's feet with his own, allowing Iruma to stretch out his back while they talked. Truthfully, it was something he remembered his father doing when he was smaller, and was happy to do the same with Iruma. Granted, his father had done it partially to help him strengthen his then-new wings, which Iruma didn't quite possess.

But the human seemed content to just hang upside down for fun, his grin as bright as his blue eyes as he listened to the demon’s stories.

Today, Shichiro felt bold enough to share the story of how he received his scar - - glossing over the worst part of the memory -- and confiding with him the fact that you reminded him a lot of that mother bird in a way. How protective you were of your 'chicks', ready to take on whoever or whatever threatened them without regard for your safety.

That mother bird changed his life, both in the obvious way as well as give him a new passion and respect for life. And then you had appeared and had changed his life once more, giving him another ambitious goal.

To pursue romance, to daydream of having both a mate and maybe even a family of his own.

The last part he didn't share, though it was certainly on his mind. Shichiro wondered what the boy would think of the situation. Demons didn't always get along with their half-siblings when those types of situations occurred. But humans were so much more accepting.

Would Iruma's compassion extend to your possible future children? Would he look upon them as siblings? Or more distantly like younger cousins? Or would he see them as rivals for your love and affection as some demon children were prone to do when new children were born into the family...

(He tried to keep his thoughts from straying to those of you carrying his children, or how wonderful of a mother you would be - which was rather difficult. But Iruma deserved his undivided attention, so he would give it to him)

"When is your birthday?" Balam asked Iruma after a while, gently lowering the boy to his chest after his face started to turn pink from being upside down too long. Shichiro thoughtlessly ran his hand through Iruma's wild blue hair as he thought. Did humans even celebrate their birth - their life - like demons did? After all, their world wasn't as dangerous as the Netherworld. More human babes probably survived to adulthood than their demonic counterparts, so perhaps they didn't revere and cherish life as they did.

It was also one topic he had yet to discuss with you. There were far more fascinating topics to talk about usually. Or, lately, far more interesting activities to occupy both his attention and mouth when he had a moment of your time

Iruma smiled brightly again. "My birthday was October fourth! I turned fifteen!"

Balam beamed, caught up in the prospect of learning something new than to realize how Iruma worded his statement. "What do humans do to celebrate birthdays?"

"Well, most have parties where all their friends and family bring presents," He started, his smile faltering slightly. "But, well, before it was just mom and I, since neither of us really had friends or any other family." Just as quickly as it faded, Iruma's smile returned fondly as he recalled the birthdays he had shared with you. There had only been a few, but they meant so much to him.

He couldn't remember any time his biological parents even acknowledged the day, after all.

"Mom would make as much food as we could eat, including sweets while we played games all day. Or one time, we went to town to see a movie and even bought popcorn at the theater, and then went and got ice cream afterwards. Then, at the end of the day, we'd give each other our gifts. Just one was the agreement, but mom always found a way around it and would spoil me for the entire week. This year things got kind of crazy with coming to the Netherworld, so I guess we both kind of forgot."

The last sentence made Shichiro pause as he recalled the date. Oh.

It was October twenty-fifth.

Had you truly forgotten Iruma's birthday?

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam/reader #suzuki iruma #balam shichiro/reader #balam shichirou

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