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I’m feeding y’all again today. Get ready for more fic.
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ALAKAZAM!
I just can't. They're too cute
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Crack Theory: Angel Dust is the son of Miss Spider and Mr. Centipede from James and the Giant Peach
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Okay but like. Why is Queen!Reader and Malewife!Lucifer’s dynamic basically that one Nicki Minaj line from ‘Monster’? 😆
“You could be the king but watch the queen conquer.”
(Also, I love your writing - it’s had me in a chokehold for over a month now! 💕)
Hahahaha bc that’s the way it should be!
No but Lucifer does make sense as a househusband to me. It makes too much sense.
Also thank you so much!!! I’m always grateful for lovely comments and your readership!
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A Drabble for Octavia in the He Chose You universe (if you don’t know what that is, it’s just a Lucifer/Reader I’ve made — you’re the Queen of Hell) who deserves none of the BS she’s had to deal with in Helluva Boss.
Octavia knelt to sit on the playmat, long legs awkwardly splaying outward as she tried to get comfortable. Even if she managed to make her lower half unwind, the Goetian heiress couldn’t imagine her shoulders loosening in this expansive, unbelievable castle. It was even more opulent than her own home.
Princess Charlotte watched her make the attempt with a wide, gummy smile from where she’d been trying to roll onto her tummy. Her mother, the Queen, had gotten up only a moment ago and was speaking in hushed tones with the person Via wished the least to see much less hear since she’d taken shelter in Lucifer’s palace.
Pudgy hands on chubby baby arms reached out and Octavia couldn’t help smirking. She reached back and allowed Charlotte to grab onto one of her talons, sharp point curled inward to prevent any injury to the fragile baby.
The baby yanked at her owl counterpart and babbled, until Octavia’s smile softened into something more genuine. It was as if Charlotte knew that Via needed distraction.
“Your majesty, I understand what you’re saying, but I must insist that I at least see my daughter.”
Octavia sunk down further onto the plush pink carpet at the sound of her father’s voice.
“It’s been days!” Stolas said, loud enough to be heard from behind royal walls.
“And as I said before, Octavia shouldn’t be forced to do anything that she’s not comfortable with.” The Queen countered politely, yet firmly.
“Mah!” Octavia’s gaze switched from the ground to Charlotte once again.
The threat of tears in the bird’s glowing eyes were forgotten momentarily as she watched Hell’s princess struggle to flip from her back to her belly. Octavia couldn’t help her frame from shaking with quiet laughter at the sight.
Charlie waved a hand again and her playmate finally took the bait and gently pushed the baby to maneuver onto her side. Charlie’s hooves kicked in the air for purchase as she flopped the rest of the way. She huffed in satisfaction before looking back up at Via with her round, ruby eyes, arms held out to grip and kneed at the fibers beneath.
Charlotte babbled before scooting up toward Via, moving like an inchworm just to get to her.
“What are you doing?” Octavia snorted, instantly stopping the Devil baby in her tracks by leaning over and plucking the tiny thing from the floor.
It was so easy, like picking up taxidermic armadillo paperweight to admire. Just a tad more wriggly and loud.
Charlie smiled widely again and lightly petted Via’s beak. “Mah!”
“Yes, I heard you the first time.” Octavia held the Antichrist close, for lack of any alternative. “You’re nuts, you know?”
The familiar whoosh and accompanying sparkling light of a portal opening up a few feet away had Octavia pulling Charlie to her chest tightly. It earned her a high-pitched bit of nonsense, but Via waited in fear for the figure on the other side to step through.
The becoming-familiar figure of Lucifer hopped through. “Hello girls!”
It took Octavia a moment to get her bearings. Charlie fussed in the owl princess’s loosening arms as Lucifer focused on the two of them.
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. Didn’t mean to startle you!” The King hunched in on himself to appear smaller, voice going low. “Mom said she had to step out and I got here as fast as I could.”
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He continued. “Here, want me to take her?”
Octavia slowly gave Charlotte to her father, watching numbly as he lit up for the baby.
“Dah!” Charlie squealed.
“That’s right! Daddy’s here!” Lucifer kissed her brow, and Charlie was already enthusiastically babbling once more.
He looked back to Octavia. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long…?”
“No, he… he got here a few minutes ago.” Octavia answered.
Lucifer’s expression turned remorseful and subdued, even while Charlie grabbed at lapels. This was the fourth-going-on-fifth time Prince Stolas had come requesting his daughter’s return home, and the situation was becoming as sad as it was frustrating.
It was difficult for Lucifer personally. On one hand, he was a father, and he knew that he’d tear apart Heaven and Hell to keep Charlotte safe with himself and his wife. On the other hand, Octavia’s parents were definitely not Lucifer and his wife. Being around Stella and Stolas Goetia, especially at the height of their marriage falling apart at the seems and one attempting to kill the other — as well as the other flaunting their extramarital affairs (in front of Octavia for fuck’s sake) sounded like the opposite of safe.
“Hey,” Lucifer offered the Owl princess a hand while moving Charlie to his hip. “Are ya hungry? We’ve got a kitchen all the way on the opposite side of the house with anything you could ever want. Or oh! Maybe we could go to that arcade Mammon commissioned up here — Dag and Belphagor’s? I bet they have food, and non-rigged games! Well for us, anyway.”
Lucifer chuckled. And Via looked up at him for a long moment, sizing up the rather diminutive ruler of all Hell as he waited for her with utmost patience. Charlie mimicked him once she’d assessed the situation (as much as a baby could) and held out her hand to Octavia as well, with an energetic ‘Gah!’.
Via smiled before she took the offer. “Sure.”
#HCY#READER IS MOM AND LUCIFER IS DAD#Hazbin hotel#lucifer x reader#octavia goetia#helluva boss#Frustration is my inspiration#This is pointless fluff crack idfk
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Fuck it, Queen!Reader and Lucifer adopt Octavia AU let’s go.
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He Chose You (Pt. 12)
Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.
(LISTEN… this story has gotten out of control and I need help.)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
“It’s alright, child.” Sera’s moods swung round like a revolving door. She could change and bend from someone motherly to a raging Force to an uninvolved observer in a millisecond. “You don’t know any better.”
She reach out and placed a hand on your cheek, perfectly warm and loving in her caress while her eyes remained like flint against the loveliest of features. “Everything has come to pass as it should. You’ll understand in time.”
It made you sick. Your skin grew clammy as an acidic substance shot up your esophagus and your whole body pitched backward to escape.
You would’ve taken hours locked away with that asshole Adam before you stood another minute being condescended to by the Seraphim.
You were sulking, and you knew it, but you couldn’t stop.
The building that you had been taken into to meet Sera in the first place served as some sort of Capital. It was grandiose and reached so high up that you couldn’t see where the damn ceiling ended. Perhaps it didn’t.
You had to take great pains to escape it, navigating among high-ranking angels of all kinds filtering from both the ground and air above you in orderly chaos. It quickened your step to notice that a number of them did a double-take at seeing you.
They resembled different things, just as the angels outside did, although most of them appeared human-like. You wondered briefly if there was a rhyme or reason to it, or if God chose to make the woman you barely avoided running into resemble a moose because it made Him laugh.
Once you’d escaped the war room, you had immediately breathed a little easier. Still, you continued on until you physically felt the tiny shocks and electric currents of warning ebb from your skin. It was as if Sera’s essence had stuck to you, her presence clinging to your frame to make a longer impression.
It had your skin tightening, muscles clenching as a chaotic flood of anxiety and fear prevented you from walking solidly. Too many ‘what if’s’ took you in and out of awareness, making you stumble over nothing.
It had crossed your mind that Emily did not appear before you’d made yourself scarce. A part of you had wondered at that, feeling as though she’d have waited for you out of some concern for your wellbeing.
Perhaps that was all for show, however. Sera was clearly excellent at appearing benevolent, and Emily had looked toward the Seraphim for guidance in front of you. It stood to reason that Emily could also be two-faced.
The logic was sound and yet it made you wince, whether from shame at your incorrect judge or character —
‘Or how much she reminds me of Lucifer.’
You imagined Emily looking at you while stripped of any warmth and compassion. She quickly changed, morphing into Lucifer with hollow, unfeeling red eyes.
It hurt.
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Panic had you frozen in place a time or two before you’d gained a wide enough berth to stop.
Beforehand you’d walked clouds so polished and flat you’d swear they were glass, amidst the more general population of Heaven with your arms wrapped around yourself. It felt needed when even those outside the Capital looked at you with interest, as if they knew.
Maybe they did. Was it against the rules to keep secrets in Heaven?
“We are literally judges, juries and executioners in Hell.”
“Executioners?”
“What’re you talking about?”
The recollection of a seemingly insignificant moment drew you to a halt. You stared at the pristine ground, fists knocking at your sides. The confusion on your face doubled when you looked up.
Your ‘wide berth’ had led you far away from the crowds of perfectly content angels and their sleek, futuristic buildings. Farther than you’d anticipated, as ahead of you lay a line of trees that thickened into a dense forest.
Like Earth, Heaven had a variety of terrains — or so it would seem. Child-like curiosity had you crossing the line between airy openness and into the thicket of pines. All varieties of fir, pine, and larch coexisted with one another, bowing and swaying in the wind. There was nothing to be afraid of, but a sense of oddity hung in the air as you walked a perfectly sculpted path.
The smell of damp earth and lilies rose from the ground at your feet. A warm breeze rustled the hair that hung limply around your face. Birds sung merrily above you, flitting from branch to branch.
It occurred to you that no matter how deep you traveled into the woods, the sunlight never waned.
And yet faintly you heard roaring. It was distant but growing louder with every step you took.
It was not an animal nor man calling out to you from far away. You felt the change as the smell of sap intermingled with that of salt on the wind, and the floor turned from nettles and moss to pale sand.
You rubbed your eyes as the trees parted and seemed to disappear as they revealed a beautiful, sparkling sea.
Sun cast off the surface of the ocean, bouncing against a kaleidoscope of multicolored clouds surrounding it. And you had Dejá vu before blinking away the flash of purple and honey in your eyes.
You watched tiny waves as they fell against the shoreline, seafoam disappearing within moments. It continued, mesmerizing you, as you ambled toward it. When the water finally rushed over your feet, it carried tiny seashells that scuttled around you. And unlike the ocean you were familiar with, this one was a perfect temperature, no acclimation required.
For the first time since arriving in Heaven, you felt yourself smiling genuinely.
You gave into the urge to squish the wet sand between your toes and waded into the water up to your ankles. Your worries began to wash away with each pull of the tide, slow and steady.
Eventually, you meandered away from that singular spot and began to trek parallel to the shore. The sun never got in your eyes nor did the sand get whipped up and blow into your mouth. Everything from the waves to the breeze was gentle.
As were the eyes that were upon you.
As soon as you felt that stare, you stopped in your tracks. Just the thought of turning to them was daunting.
You don’t have to look, but you do.
There’s a woman with you now, with hair so long and blonde it’s almost white. Her chin, lips, nose, and eyes are delicate and soft.
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Eve had lingered upon your every step once you’d arrived in her neck of the woods.
She was glad to see that the effects of the beach it hid were enough to soothe you, even if it was more of a distraction than a cure. You deserved something good, even if it was relatively meager compared to everything you’d endured up to this point.
Your figure grew smaller as you crossed the sand, away from the first woman’s hiding spot. You were none the wiser, engrossed in the soothing give and take of the water. It made it easier for Eve to creep up the beach only a few paces away, free to follow your path without ruining your tranquility.
It reminded Eve of a simpler time when she was the one being eyed curiously from afar.
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#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader
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Is Charlie a nephilim?
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I can’t be the only one imagining a scenario where the Hazbin crew group hug Alastor’s Love Interest and thank them profusely for motivating the Radio Demon to practice basic hygiene.
#They’re so grateful they all tear up#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor the radio demon#Niffty: he is clean now
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I need y’all HH/HB followers to understand that I am not a fujoshi/I don’t fetishize mlm (or wlw tbh) relationships and it is actually very off-putting to me despite how normalized it is in fandom.
And yes, that does make enjoying HH/HB a difficult and frustrating experience lol.
#Sometimes it’s like these shows were explicitly created to annoy me#and yet I still find them interesting and watch them#And write for them#it’s a curse but don’t worry I make do lmao
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Hedging toward Alastor/Reader bc I’m in my “I hate being in love bc it makes me a desperate mess and I hate how pathetic I become under its spell” phase and that’s so him if he genuinely loved somebody.
#Are self-insert fics just dialogues with ourselves in the end?#wanting to be loved by someone who feels the exact way we do at any given point in time?#we give an F/O the same fears and hopes we feel and then plant ourselves in a duel role as someone who understands them and loves them#philosophy mine#Alastor x reader
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Blitzø/Reader where he actually shows some romantic inclination and takes you out on a fancy date and you — a human — think the night is gonna end with the two of you finally consummating your relationship… only for Blitzø to be like “hey so uh I set this whole thing up to tell you I’ve kinda got this obligation to fuck somebody else for my job and I’m tired of keeping it from you sorry”
And you’re just processing, heart plummeting, and it turns into a dealbreaker
#Hurt no comfort#blitzø x reader#You and your silly human inclinations to remain faithful to your partner oh how silly#Well maybe I could give you an alt ending where you end up working it out while determined to get Blitzø out of his deal#or you just remain his friend but are pining like crazy#wait that’s also sad#Helluva boss#not Stolitz friendly - it’s you and the a-hole imp
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I wish Stolas was a VILLAIN. I wish he betrayed Blitzø and I.M.P. to Hell’s Elites and the gang had to work together to escape. I wish Stolas wasn’t shoved into everything ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
#Will delete#helluva boss#even if you enjoy Stolas are you not tired of him being everywhere in everything all the fucking time???
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I love that you added this info bc it’s even funnier knowing Al is such a proud carnivore and he apparently doesn’t brush his teeth so he still wouldn’t be able to compare it to anything but butter.
Has anyone copped the idea that Alastor’s attempts at flirting are mainly stating weird/creepy facts about the human body?
Alastor: “Darling, did you know that the human brain has not the substance of a sponge or gelatin, but the consistency of melting butter?”
You: “… Why can’t you ask for my number like a normal person?”
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Who else has read Anthology of Summoning and wants to discuss with me???
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