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Thinking about an omegaverse radioapple au (still with asexual Alastor) where Alastor is always on suppressants- he hasn’t had a heat in ages (and when he does, they’re never the most pleasant, seeing as he’d rather die than take a lover to bed, even if it would ease the pain)
But having all the new inhabitants in the hotel messes with things, and then he misses a dose of his suppressants and before he knows it- he can feel a heat coming on.
Lucifer can scent it on him, no matter how much the demon tries to hide it. He picks up the particular sweetness of it one night, after Alastor had been missing all day, and with concern growing in his gut- he follows it.
He follows the scent until he’s at Alastor’s bedroom, and he knows he shouldn’t enter- they’ve been together for a little while, but their relationship is still shaky, and if Alastor chose to go to his own bedroom instead of the one they share, then he must have wanted pace- and Lucifer is just about to turn away, until he hears a pained moan, and he can’t help himself.
He pushes inside, finding Alastor laying in a ball in the corner of his room, curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, shirts of Lucifer’s in his little nest, little pieces of his favorite person scattered around him- and he looks terrible.
His ears are flat on his head, his whole body is trembling and covered in sweat. He doesn’t even notice Lucifer come in, not until the angel is standing before him-
“Leave,” he spits, even as Lucifer’s calming scent washes over him. His whole body aches, every muscle screaming.
Lucifer pauses, his heart aching to see Alastor so pained. “Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”
And Alastor is about to tell him to go fuck himself, when Lucifer suddenly sinks to his knees, reaching out to brush the hair from Alastor’s face- and the contact eases a bit of the fire in his skin, soothes a bit of the raging in his gut.
He doesn’t push him away. Instead, despite himself, he leans his cheek into Lucifer’s palm. Closing his eyes as he breathes in the familiar scent of his alpha.
He hates everything about the position he’s in. Hates how vulnerable, how exposed, how utterly pathetic he is. But the longer Lucifer stays beside him, his scent filling Alastor’s lungs- the more he finds he cannot bear to drive Lucifer out.
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t express what he needs, doesn’t communicate his wants. He just grabs Lucifer’s wrist and pulls him closer, tugging the blonde into his little nest, where he promptly curls up in his arms.
It’s more contact than he usually allows, but for once, his skin is not prickling every place they meet. Instead, his body feels warm from Lucifer’s touch, a pleasant glow filling his whole being.
Perhaps this is how touch often feels for everyone else.
Lucifer stays with him then, until the worst of his heat is over. Fully clothed, they lay in eachother’s embrace, Alastor allowing Lucifer to scent him, allowing him to card his fingers through his hair, allowing him to run his hand up and down his back.
It’s awful. It’s humiliating.
And it’s also the first time one of his heats has ever been bearable.
(edit: i made this a fic!!! read it here!)
#fuck i wanna make this a whole fic now#the concept of asexuality in the omegaverse is something i never considered before but omg??? i kinda like it#appleradio#radioapple#duckiedeer#omegaverse#lucifer x alastor#alastor#hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#lucifer magne#omega alastor#alpha lucifer#radioapple drabble#asexual alastor
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F is for family
(Yes, this au is based off of the Netflix show, I apologize for nothing)
In an upper-class neighborhood in southern California, one dark house housed the infamous Morningstar family. Lucifer Morningstar, CEO of Morningstar Toys Company, the head of the house, father of seven, and alpha to one Adam Morningstar. Who currently at this moment was sitting in his car in the driveway trying to destress from his long day at the office. Take a couple minutes to do some breathing exercises, not want his kids to get the brunt of his anger. With one final exhale he exits the car and heads inside his large home.
Lucifer: KIDS DADDY'S HOME!
@things-arent-what-they-seem66
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The Static Between Us~
RadioApple + Static 🍃Voyerism 🍃Omega!Alastor /Alpha!Lucifer
🍃Explicit🍃Vox Cucking ~ 4.8k
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Thanks for 160 follows, 2.5k likes on Tumblr...and holy shit 27k reads on Ao3!!! Have some crack/smut to celebrate with me XD
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The sleek drone hummed almost imperceptibly as Vox guided it through Hell's smog-choked skies.
His screen flickered with anticipation, cyan teeth bared in a grin as the newly remodeled Hazbin Hotel came into view.
"Let's see what you're up to, old pal," Vox purred, his clawed fingers dancing across the controls.
The drone glided silently over the hotel's new rooftop gardens, a stark contrast of lush greenery against Hell's desolate landscape.
Vox's pupils contracted as he spotted his targets.
Alastor and Lucifer were strolling among the foliage.
Alastor's crimson hair gleamed in the hellish light, his ever-present smile a mask of amusement as he kept his hands folded neatly at the small of his back.
Beside him, Lucifer's smaller frame radiated power—as much as it echoed frustration with every gesture of his blackened hands. .
“What do we have here?" Vox mused, zooming in on the pair. "A lover's quarrel?"
He strained to hear their conversation, cursing the limitations of even his most advanced technology. He reached for a dial, tunning away.
"Just wait," Vox muttered, his screen crackling. "One of these days, I'll catch you slipping, Alastor. And when I do…" He trailed off, lost in visions of finally besting his rival.
Alastor's body language spoke volumes, however—the tilt of his antlers, the sharp gestures of his gloved hands. Classic Radio Demon needling.
"I'm telling you, the color scheme is fine!" Lucifer's shrill voice carried through the audio feed. "The pink would be perfectly fine if you weren’t always covering it in blood splatters!"
Alastor's static-laced chuckle grated on Vox's nerves.
"My dear, I believe you're overthinking this. The sinners won't care about aesthetics when they're being tortured."
“Alastor,” Lucifer huffed, rubbing at his temples with the long fingers of his right hand. “They’re not being tormented, they’re being redeemed.”
“I fail to see the distinction.” The Radio Demon said brightly.
Alastor’s permanent grin was etched onto his face as always, but his usually relaxed posture was now tense. His ears flicking constantly with irritation.
Next to him, Lucifer's normally suave demeanor was replaced with an obvious groan of frustration.
They were a pressure cooker about to pop.
As he watched, a pang of something uncomfortably close to jealousy twisted in Vox's gut. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the potential for chaos unfolding before him.
Vox's screen flickered with desire and disdain as he manipulated the drone's camera, panning slowly down Alastor's lithe form.
Even fully clothed from neck to wrist to ankle, the Radio Demon's silhouette was maddeningly seductive. The crimson pinstripe suit hugged Alastor's slim waist, flaring slightly at his hips before tapering down long legs.
Hiding the soft curves of an omega’s body beneath sharp angles and layers of fine fabric.
"Damn you," Vox muttered, his teeth gritting in frustration. "Why do you have to look so good?"
He zoomed in, capturing the subtle sway of Alastor's hips as he walked.
The Radio Demon's backside was pert, perfectly small in his mind. He imagined gripping those hips, claiming that body, making the omega writhe—until his circuits buzzed with want.
The TV demon's fingers twitched and Vox refocused on the conversation unfolding before him.
"And the plumbing is atrocious," Alastor's voice crackled through the feed. "Really, sire, one would think the King of Hell could conjure better pipes."
Lucifer's face tinged gold with a flush. "Don't push me, Alastor. You’ve treading on thin ice."
Vox leaned closer. What was that supposed to mean?
“Treading?” Alastor's grin widened. "My dear, I’ve been tap-dancing on it." He leaned down to the angel’s level. “You’ve simply failed to crack, yet.”
"Last warning," Lucifer growled. "Red light. Quit while you’re behind."
Red light? What kind of threat was that?
On screen, Alastor's ear twitched, his head tilting in a coquettish manner that Vox had never seen before.
There was something in Lucifer's posture, a coiled tension that spoke of barely restrained power.
Alastor's laugh rang out, sharp and challenging. "Make me, your majesty.”
“You asked for it!”
Lucifer's hands shot out, grasping Alastor by the lapels of his precious coat and slamming him against the gnarled trunk of a nearby tree. The impact sent a shower of crimson leaves cascading around them.
"Oh my," Alastor purred, his voice crackling with static. "How terrifying, I’m simply shaking in my boots."
Vox's screen glimmered with excitement, his grin stretching wider than should be possible on his digital face. "Come on, old man," he urged. "Put that pompous asshole in his place."
Lucifer's grip tightened, his knuckles like ash against the deep red of Alastor's coat. "You never know when to stop pushing, do you?" the fallen angel growled, his face inches from Alastor's perpetual, petulant smile.
"Where would be the fun in that?" the omega replied, his tone light and teasing despite his precarious position. "Besides, I do so enjoy seeing your feathers all…ruffled."
Vox's brow furrowed in confusion. He had expected Alastor to fight back, to summon his shadows or at least attempt to break free.
Instead, the Radio Demon seemed almost…relieved?
As he was being tossed around by the devil himself.
On the screen, Lucifer leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that Vox had to strain to hear. "Are you sure you're prepared for the consequences, Bambi?"
Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief, his grin widening impossibly. "Oh, I'm counting on them."
Lucifer yanked Alastor down by his lapels, crushing their lips together in a fierce kiss. The action was so sudden and shocking that Vox's digital eyes widening in disbelief.
"What the actual hell?" the TV demon sputtered, his voice glitching as he processed the scene before him.
The kiss was rough, brutal, and anything but loving. Lucifer's hand snaked up to grip Alastor's hair, tugging it sharply as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, the omega seemed to melt into it, his usual rigid posture softening.
But then, just as quickly, Alastor's hands flew up to Lucifer's chest, shoving hard against the angel.
It was like pushing against a stone wall—Lucifer didn't budge an inch, but he did pull back, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Is that all?" Alastor taunted, his voice husky and slightly breathless. "I expected more from the mighty King."
Lucifer's eyes flashed lethally, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you want more?"
The angel gripped Alastor's shoulders and forced him down. Until the Radio Demon's knees hit the ground with a dull thud.
Vox's excitement intensified, a thrill running through his circuits. "Now that's more like it," he chuckled darkly. "Look at the high and mighty Radio Demon now, on his knees where he belongs."
He watched the devil grab for the demon’s hands in one of his. Lucifer's grip tightened on Alastor's wrists, pinning them roughly against the gnarled bark of the tree.
The fallen angel leaned in, capturing Alastor's lips in another searing kiss. Alastor's eyes widened momentarily before fluttering shut, a soft hum emanating from his throat.
Vox's screen flared in disbelief.
"Since when do you put up with so much mouth to mouth?" he muttered, his voice tinged.
With one hand still restraining Alastor's arms, Lucifer's other hand deftly popped open the buttons of the demon’s shirt collar. "Such a needy little omega," Lucifer purred, his breath hot against Alastor's ear.
"Needy? Al? " Vox scoffed, rolling his digital eyes. “As if.”
Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. "If you need attention so badly, Bambi, you could just ask."
Alastor's permanent grin widened, an impish glint in his eyes.
"Now where," he drawled, "would be the fun in that?"
Lucifer's hand shot up, gripping one of the Radio Demon’s antlers and yanking his head back. The deer let out a startled gasp, exposing the pallid column of his throat.
Lucifer's gaze fixed on the spot where Alastor's mating gland lay hidden beneath his skin.
"Is he going to…?" Vox leaned forward, his circuits humming with anticipation, half-expecting Lucifer to tear into Alastor's throat for his insolence.
Lucifer's mouth descended on Alastor's exposed neck, lips latching onto the sensitive mating gland.
Vox watched intently, still expecting gore, when suddenly Alastor's ears drooped and a sound escaped him that the TV demon had never heard before—a deep, throaty sigh.
"What the hell?" Vox muttered.
Alastor's eyes fluttered closed, his usual sharp grin melting into an expression of blissful surrender. Another moan vibrated through the air, sending a jolt of surprise through Vox's circuits.
Vox's digital jaw dropped.
He had never, in all their encounters, heard Alastor make a sound like that.
Nights spent tangled in silk sheets, Alastor's lithe body beneath him, cool and unresponsive. The Radio Demon's smile fixed in place, eyes half-lidded with boredom rather than interest. Vox had always assumed Alastor was simply cold, uninterested in physical intimacy beyond using it as a tool for manipulation.
But this... this was different. Alastor's usual rigid control was crumbling, his body arching into Lucifer's touch.
Another moan escaped him, lower this time, almost a purr.
"Since when do you make noises like that, you smug bastard?" Vox muttered, his voice glitching.
He zoomed in closer, drinking in every detail.
Alastor's chest heaved with each ragged breath, a flush creeping up his neck to stain his greyish cheeks. His ears, usually perked and alert, were drooped in capitulation.
And his eyes…Vox had never seen them so dark, pupils blown wide with unmistakable desire.
Lucifer's hand slid lower, teasing at the waistband of Alastor's trousers. The Radio Demon's hips bucked forward, seeking more contact.
A whimper—an actual fucking whimper—fell from Alastor's lips.
Vox's circuits buzzed with arousal and indignation. He remembered countless nights of trying to coax even the slightest reaction from Alastor.
The Radio Demon had always lay there, occasionally offering a sarcastic quip or rolling his eyes.
At best, he'd been a pillow princess. At worst, a corpse in bed.
Vox's gaze snapped back to the screen, drawn by another breathy sound from Alastor. He cursed under his breath, realizing he'd missed a crucial moment while lost in his own thoughts.
"Thank Satan for recording," he muttered, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Wincing when he realized he was thanking one of the men on the screen.
Vox shook the idea off.
The Radio Demon’s usual sharp tongue seemed to have deserted him, replaced by breathy gasps and needy whines. When Lucifer nipped at his collarbone, Alastor threw his head back with a keening cry that sent shockwaves through Vox's system.
It was so fucking over the top that—the tv demon seized on the realization with both clawed hand hands.
Alastor…had to be acting. Overacting.
He was the manipulative little dandy from Vox’s bed—it must be Lucifer’s ego that needed all this porn star shit.
"You little minx," Vox snarled. "You were holding out on me all this time?"
He watched, transfixed, as Lucifer's hand dipped lower, disappearing between Alastor's legs.
The Radio Demon's reaction was immediate and intense. His back arched off the tree. His antlers scraped against the bark, leaving gouges in the wood.
Lucifer had Alastor pinned against the tree, the Radio Demon's coat and shirt pulled open to reveal a torso marred with a myriad of scars.
Vox's receivers flickered, desire and resentment coursing through him at the sight.
"Not as untouchable as you pretended to be," Vox sneered, watching Lucifer's hand disappear beneath the waistband of Alastor's slacks.
Vox scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Good luck with that, sire. Our prudish deer boy never—"
His words died in his throat as Alastor's head fell back against the tree, a low, staticky moan escaping him.
Vox's circuits nearly short-circuited at the sight.
"He always smacked my hand away if I even tried to get him off!"
Realization dawned on Vox as he watched the way the devil’s wrist moved. He wasn’t stroking at the omega’s cock—he was shoving those fingers inside Alastor.
"Good luck getting him wet, old man," Vox scoffed, his voice laced with bitterness. "Our dear Radio Demon's about as responsive as a dead battery."
Alastor's voice, dripping with disdain, echoed in his mind. "Such an unpleasant chore. But if it'll shut you up for five minutes…”
"Just another performance to stroke a more powerful ego, eh, Alastor?” Vox's grip tightened on the control panel.
The deer demon always seemed to prefer the fighting over the fucking—before and after.
On the screen, Lucifer slowly withdrew his hand from between Alastor's legs.
Vox leaned forward, anticipating the look of bored arrogance on the Radio Demon's face.
Only to see the glisten of omega slick on the fallen angel’s fingers.
Alastor's ears flattened against his head, a rare display of embarrassment that sent a jolt through Vox's system. He watched, transfixed, as Lucifer brought those fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with slow, deliberate swipes of his forked tongue.
Alastor's voice crackled through the drone's speakers, impatient and breathy. "Enough teasing, you insufferable alpha. Hurry up and fuck me already."
Vox's screen quivered violently, a chaotic swirl of jealousy, anger, and a perverse fascination he couldn't ever shake when it came to Alastor.
"Hurry up and get it over with," he mimicked in a mocking tone. "At least that’s familiar."
Lucifer's hands moved to Alastor's trousers, fingers deftly working at the fastenings.
In a sudden flourish, the fallen angel's magnificent white wings unfurled, their span impressive even through the drone's limited view. The feathers, tipped with crimson, created a shimmering curtain around the couple.
"Oh, come on!" Vox groaned to the sky at being denied his peep show.
To his surprise—and Lucifer's—Alastor's voice rang out, clear and commanding despite its underlying breathiness.
"Put those away, would you?" Alastor purred, his grin sharp and hungry. "I want to get my legs around you properly, darling."
Vox's screen crackled with static, his own shocked expression reflected back at him. Since when did Alastor ask for anything in bed?
Lucifer hesitated, confusion evident in the tilt of his head. "But I thought you'd prefer some privacy, my wicked little doe."
Alastor's laugh was dark and rich, sending an involuntary shiver down Vox's non-existent spine. "Privacy? In Hell? How delightfully naïve."
His clawed hands traced down Lucifer's chest. "Now, be a good alpha and do as you're told."
“You’re gonna pay for that one, too, Bambi.” Lucifer's eyes glowed as his own horns extending from his disheveled blonde hair.
“With interest, Darling.” Alastor purred, his voice a static-laced croon.
With a bemused smile, Lucifer complied, his wings folding back and disappearing from view.
Vox found himself leaning even closer to his monitors, arousal and bitter envy coursing through his circuitry.
The rough bark of the ancient tree scraped against Alastor's back, his shirt just hanging off his shoulders, as Lucifer pressed him firmly against its trunk. The radio demon's fingers dug into the wood, leaving deep gouges as his long legs parted, wrapping around Lucifer's smaller frame.
His hooves brushed the ground, but the archangel's supernatural strength kept him effortlessly pinned.
A sharp gasp escaped Alastor as Lucifer snapped his hips forward—the alpha obviously burying his cock inside the omega.
The warbly moan that followed sent ripples of interference across Vox's screens.
"Fuck," Alastor managed, his smile taking on a strained quality. "I suppose that's one way to compensate for your stature."
Lucifer stilled immediately, his brow furrowing. "Are you alright, Al? We can stop if—"
Alastor's laugh crackled through the air. "Don't you dare, you infuriating cherub. I was merely making an observation."
Vox seethed silently, the barbed compliment stinging more than he cared to admit. He'd never elicited such…enthusiasm from the Radio Demon.
"An observation, hmm?" Lucifer's voice was low, dangerous. "Perhaps I should give you more to pay attention to."
Alastor's grin widened impossibly, his head tilting at an unnatural angle as he met Lucifer's blazing gaze.
To Vox's utter astonishment, a sound unlike any he'd ever heard from the Radio Demon escaped those sharp-toothed jaws—a cloying, submissive omega croon.
"Alpha," Alastor purred, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Don't keep me waiting. Show me what that divine strength can do."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across his angelic features. "As you wish."
With a growl that shook the very foundations of Hell, Lucifer began to move.
The ancient tree groaned in protest as he slammed Alastor against it, setting a brutal, punishing pace that had the Radio Demon gasping and clawing at the bark.
Vox writhed in his control room. His screen flickered wildly as he watched, certain that at any moment Alastor would start his usual routine—taunting, teasing, urging the alpha to hurry up and finish.
But the cutting remarks never came.
Alastor remained uncharacteristically hushed, not silent, save for the tuneless gasps and moans that escaped him with each thrust.
"This can't be real," Vox muttered, his voice tinged with static. "He's faking it. He has to be."
Vox's screen crackled with incredulity as he devoured Alastor's reactions.
The Radio Demon's perpetual smirk had vanished, replaced by open-mouthed gasps of pleasure.
Each thrust from Lucifer was met with unbridled enthusiasm, Alastor's lithe body bowing to meet the smaller alpha's powerful movements.
"Inconceivable," Vox hissed, his digital eyes narrowing. "Since when does the great Radio Demon submit and simper like a common whore?"
But the evidence was undeniable.
Alastor's crimson eyes were half-lidded, his antlers scraping against the tree bark as he threw his head back in abandon.
Lucifer's hand snaked between their bodies, his fingers curling around Alastor’s hard prick.
Vox leaned forward, a cruel chuckle escaping him. "Good luck with that, old man. The prude never wants to—"
His words died as Alastor not only allowed Lucifer's touch but seemed to revel in it. The omega's arms draped around Lucifer's shoulders, pulling him closer.
"That's it, darling," Alastor purred, his voice rough with need. "Don't stop."
Vox's screen flashed violently.
Alastor's composure crumbled entirely, his usual theatrical flair replaced by raw, primal need. His claws dug into Lucifer's back, slicing the fabric of the vest the devil wore.
"Alpha," Alastor implored, his voice crackling with static.
Lucifer growled, a sound that sent shivers through both Alastor and the watching Vox.
He captured Alastor's lips in a bruising kiss, hips snapping. Blood red leaves began falling from the tree with every tremble.
Vox's screen wavered erratically, mirroring his inner turmoil.
"This can't be real," he muttered. "It's another one of his tricks. It has to be."
As Lucifer and Alastor's coupling intensified, the air around them crackled with demonic energy.
The fallen leaves at their feet began to smolder, wisps of smoke curling upward.
Alastor's usual composure shattered completely, his carefully cultivated image crumbling under the onslaught.
"Alpha, please."
Lucifer's eyes glowed with hellfire as he growled, "Such a needy little doe. Is this what you wanted all along?"
He punctuated his words with particularly brutal thrusts, each one drawing a keening whine from the Radio Demon. Alastor's legs tightened around Lucifer's waist, trembling down to his red hooves.
Alastor's ears flattened against his head, a whimper escaping him.
"Alpha, please," he chanted, the words dripping with submission. "My alpha."
Lucifer captured Alastor's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the Radio Demon's moans.
His hand moved faster on Alastor's cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each stroke. Alastor's hips bucked wildly, caught between the dual sensations of Lucifer's hand and his relentless cock.
The tree behind them groaned, its trunk beginning to splinter under the force of their fucking. Cracks spread through the bark, mirroring the fractures in Alastor's usual mask of control.
His radio dials eyes spun wildly, tuning in and out of different frequencies as pleasure overwhelmed his senses.
"Lucifer," Alastor gasped, his voice breaking.
"Come for me, Bambi," Lucifer commanded, his voice resonating with unearthly power. "Show me how good I make you feel."
With a final, brutal thrust, Lucifer buried himself to the hilt inside Alastor.
The Radio Demon threw his head back as a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure tore from his throat.
Lucifer stilled against him, grabbing the splintered tree trunk as his hips stuttered and finally stilled.
Vox's screen dimmed, a hollow ache spreading through him.
In all their time together, he had never seen Alastor so…content to surrender. And so satisfied with having done so.
They clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure.
Vox watched, transfixed, as Lucifer peppered Alastor's face with gentle kisses.
Soft laughter broke the silence, the tangled lovers falling to the soft grass and leaves at the base of the tree, arms still wrapped around each other.
Alastor's smile, for once, reached his eyes. “You will not hear the end of it if you ruined my coat.”
"You're incorrigible," Lucifer murmured, nuzzling the omega’s cheek.
"You wouldn't have me any other way."
The omega shifted, a small frown crossing his features.
"Well, this is a predicament," he mused, his radio-static voice tinged with amusement.
Lucifer chuckled, his golden hair falling across his forehead, until the Radio Demon’s hands started to right it.
“Hope you don’t need to be anywhere else, Bambi.” The angel chuckled, settling Alastor more comfortably into his lap. “Cause we’re gonna be stuck for a while.”
The realization hit Vox like a surge of electricity.
Alastor had allowed Lucifer to knot him.
The same Alastor who had always used his shadow powers to escape being tied down to Vox.
Resentment, hot and searing, mingled with a deep-seated anger that made his screen crackle—a painful truth began to crystallize.
"He never…not once…" Vox muttered, his voice distorting.
Alastor's fingers intertwined with Lucifer's. His gaze drifted to a fallen magnolia blossom near his hooved feet. With an elegant motion, he plucked it from the ground, his perpetual grin fixed in place, even as the delicate petals withered and browned at his touch.
Melancholy just flashed over that smile, but both alphas caught it.
Lucifer's eyes softened, sliding his other hand into Alastor's.
A warm, golden glow emanated from their joined fingers, enveloping the wilted flower.
Alastor watched, fascinated, as life surged back into the blossom.
Its petals unfurled, pristine and luminous, more vibrant than before.
"How curious," he mused, his radio-tinged voice barely above a whisper. "Your touch brings life, while mine—"
"Dont," Lucifer interrupted gently, tucking the rejuvenated flower into the lapel of Alastor’s coat. "We balance each out."
A genuine smile, softer than his usual manic grin, tugged at Alastor's lips. "I suppose we do, don't we?"
Suddenly, Alastor's head snapped towards the stealthy drone, his radio-dial eyes locking onto the camera.
His lips didn’t move, but that unmistakable voice crackled through the speakers around Vox.
"Enjoying the show, old friend?"
Vox sputtered. "How did you—"
On the screens, Alastor’s grin sharpened, turning wicked as his pupils began to spin.
Vox's face blue-screened with panic.
The air crackled with electromagnetic energy as Alastor's power surged.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you? It's rude to spy."
Vox's meticulously crafted surveillance network disintegrated in an instant, leaving only snow and static in its wake.
"No, no, no!" he snarled, his voice distorting with digital feedback. His fingers flew across the console, desperately trying to salvage the feed. "You smug, Bambi, bastard!"
The screens before him erupted in a cacophony of pixelated chaos.
The footage was gone, corrupted, irretrievable for blackmail. Or Vox’s private collection.
He slammed his fists on the console. "Damn you, Alastor!" His scream reverberated off the metal walls.
Back in the garden, Alastor's smirk widened, a mix of triumph and mischief dancing in his eyes. He savored the moment of Vox's frustration cast across the radio waves.
Then, the omega nestled closer to Lucifer.
His ex could have a tantalizing little show, but the afterglow…that was just for his alpha, and himself.
Alastor turned his attention back to Lucifer, a contented sigh escaping him as he settled more comfortably in the fallen angel's lap.
The knot tying them together pulsed gently, sending pleasant aftershocks through both their bodies.
"Now then," Alastor purred, his voice a low, staticky rumble. "Where were we?"
Lucifer's arms tightened around the Radio Demon, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Alastor's head. His fingers threaded through the soft red hair, careful to avoid the sensitive bases of Alastor's antlers.
"Right about here, I believe," Lucifer murmured, drawing Alastor into a slow, languid kiss.
Gone was the fire of before, replaced by sweetness and affection.
Alastor's lips parted with a soft sigh, allowing Lucifer's forked tongue to slip inside. The fallen angel tasted of brimstone and honey, an intoxicating combination that had Alastor melting further into his embrace.
When they finally broke apart, a dazed smile playing on Alastor’s lips.
Lucifer chuckled, pressing a series of feather-light kisses along the demon’s jaw.
"You're beautiful like this," Lucifer murmured against Alastor's skin. "
A faint blush colored Alastor's cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere, darling," he quipped, but there was no real bite to his words.
A faint buzzing filled the air as the drone, now useless, plummeted from the sky. It crashed behind the hotel with a satisfying crunch.
Lucifer, still knotted deeply inside Alastor, jerked around. "What was that?"
Alastor's grin never faltered. "Oh, nothing to worry about, darling," he purred, his voice a silky blend of amusement and innocence. "Just another one of those pesky flying cameras being zapped by your magnificent barrier."
Alastor shifted slightly on the fallen angel’s lap, drawing Lucifer’s attention back to him.
The garden around them was a vibrant tapestry of hellish flora, the air thick with the heady scent of sulfur and sweet blossoms. Alastor's ears twitched, picking up the faint rustle of leaves and distant screams of the damned.
"Now then," Alastor purred, his voice carrying the crackle of radio static, "I believe it's time for a little…privacy, don't you think?" His crimson eyes glinted with mischief as he gazed at Lucifer. "You can bring out those magnificent wings of yours, darling."
Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk, a mixture of amusement and affection dancing in his eyes.
"Oh? And here I thought you enjoyed putting on a show, scandolizing the plants and all."
Despite his teasing words, he unfurled his six majestic archangel wings, their pearlescent feathers catching the eerie light of Hell.
Then, they were wrapping around them both in a cocoon of soft white feathers. The air grew warmer, filled with the scent of alpha contentment and omega bliss.
“Now, why would I ever want to share you?” Alastor hummed, cupping Lucifer’s face close to him.
As the wings enveloped them both, creating a cocoon of ethereal beauty, Alastor felt a rare moment of true contentment wash over him.
The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate sanctuary.
Lucifer's voice, low and rich, broke the silence. "You know, Alastor, if you're needing attention, you can simply ask for it. No need for all this…taunting and provoking."
Alastor chuckled, the sound a mix of static and genuine mirth.
"Oh, but my dear Lucifer," he responded, his grin widening impossibly, "where would be the fun in that?"
That was the thrill of their little game, the push and pull that made their relationship so deliciously unpredictable.
"Besides," Alastor thought to himself, tracing a finger along Lucifer's jawline, "half the enjoyment is in the chase, isn't it?"
Alastor shifted, a mischievous glint in his radio-dial eyes. He rolled his hips experimentally, relishing the sensation of Lucifer's knot still buried deep inside his ass. An unmelodic moan escaped his lips, mixing with the ambient sounds of the garden.
Lucifer's hand shot out, gripping Alastor's hip where fawn spots adorned his skin.
"Easy there," he warned, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. "If you're aiming for another round in our room, you might want to pace yourself."
The Radio Demon's permanent grin widened. "Why would I take it easy on someone with infernal stamina?" he purred, leaning in close. "After all, aren't you the one who boasted about your…endurance?"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes. “ I thought you might be, done, for the night."
"Oh, mon cher," Alastor chuckled, his voice dipping into a lower register. "I just needed to break the seal, so to speak." He closed the distance between them, capturing Lucifer's lips in a searing kiss. As they parted, Alastor's expression softened ever so slightly. " When we return to our room…well, I might be persuaded to show a sweeter side."
Lucifer's eyes widened a fraction, recognizing the rarity of Alastor's offer.
The Radio Demon leaned in, his breath ghosting over Lucifer's ear as he whispered, "That side of me is just for you, after all."
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Ok, just listen to me
what about another Sinner Adam deal au, only this time is a little different…
inspired by a past post of yours I saw
Adam comes back he used to be an alpha but is now an omega. For his full protection Lucifer will give not only that but as well as to let Adam live his afterlife in Hell in complete comfort.
All Adam has to do now is…to give him babies, to be basically a breeding mare
Adam blinked owlishly at the King in front of him. Did he hear him right? "Can you fucking repeat that?"
Lucifer rolled his eyes, he knew Adam heard what he said. "What's the big deal? You'll be safe, live in the lap of luxury, and you'll be getting laid on the regular."
"Except I'm not just getting laid, you want me to be your fucking baby factory." Adam snarled. "Why would you even want to?"
Lucifer looked Adam up and down as if undressing him with his eyes. He had a thing for the first humans fucking sue him. "I've always wanted more kids than Charlie. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death. But Lilith was cursed to never have kids and if she did they would die at birth. Charlie was lucky. But you...." Lucifer gave Adam a feral smile that sent a shiver down the new sinners spine. "You were blessed to be super fertile and have lots of kids."
Adam frowned. "I thought sinners couldn't have kids?"
"But you're no mere sinner are you, Adam? You're special, you always have been." He knew the praise would go to Adams head. "Besides, you really think anyone out there is going to stop if you tell them it hurts? Take care of you when you inevitably end up pregnant? No." The thought of anyone else fucking Adam made his blood boil.
Adam knew this was his best bet, he just hated that it was his best bet. Lucifer was right, he would only know suffering on the streets of Hell. He looked at the golden floating paper, it was waiting for him to sign it.
Reluctantly, Adam grabbed the pen and slowly signed his name on the dotted line, literally selling his life away. Golden chains appeared around his neck, they led to Lucifer's hand where he was holding the end.
Lucifer let them disappear. "Good, now." He pushed Adam back on the bed, when did they get to a bedroom!? Adam felt panic hit him at how much he fucked up. "Relax."
"Relax!? Why don't you-" The words died in his throat when he smelled something, something that instantly calmed Adams nerves making him almost docile. "You...."
"Relax darling and trust me. Now." Lucifer placed his hands on Adams knees and spread his legs wide open. "It's time to fulfill your end of the deal."
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The second chapter of my omegaverse fic Tempt, is up!
Hello all 💖 This immediately follows the first chapter after omega Crowley returns home after visiting a glory hole in a sex club and getting his mouth fucked and knotted by alpha Aziraphale, where we find out he's the mate of Lucius (my Lucifer in AUs) and they're in a lovingly passionate polyamorous relationship. He finally gets the knot he's craving and we find out a bit more about Aziraphale in this universe as well as Lucius.
CW’s: Vaginal knotting, Daddy kink, sub bottom Crowley, Dom Lucifer, top Lucifer, polyamory, open relationships, jealousy/possessiveness kink, scent kink, cunnilingus, dirty talk, slight slut shaming, mafia/organized crime AU, slight feminization
Excerpt:
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, his voice as velvety as the caramel that drips from it, and his pupils are expanding, they’re nearly obscuring the green of his irises, “someone’s worked my demon up into quite a frenzy, haven’t they? How many times did you come— three?”
“Twice,” Crowley whimpers as he kicks his stilettos off and climbs onto the massive bed to crawl on top of Lucius, straddling his hips and immediately grinding down onto him as he bends to kiss his inked neck with a mouth so needy to be occupied despite the soreness of his jaw, the smoky sweet taste of his alpha’s fragrant skin both a balm and accelerant to his want.
It’s a relief to be so close to his mate even after a few hours apart, it’s a marrow deep righteousness that even temporarily soothes the cavernous ache inside as his slick drenched inner thighs bracket massively strong ones, as he sinks down into his lap and blankets the hardening length of Lucius with his cunt. His alpha keeps breathing deeply as the thunder in his chest grows louder and more primal, and Crowley knows he’s smelling the alien alpha scent clinging to him, he’s cataloging the notes and memorizing the pheromones mingling with his own.
The way his purr blooms into an envy tinged yet feral growl as his cock twitches between Crowley’s legs is a rather decent indicator that he likes this particular cocktail of aromas; he clenches in response as Lucius starts luxuriously licking his neck between drawing calculating breaths through his nose, no doubt tasting the remnants of Aziraphale’s come that had escaped from Crowley’s mouth as he’d knotted it, his mouth a hungry inferno all over Crowley’s sensitive skin. He lifts his head to rest against Lucius’, granting him better access to his neck and jaw, his own gently humming purr peppered with whines and mewls as he keeps chasing delicious friction with shakily rocking hips.
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Continue on AO3!
I know this isn’t eveyone’s cup of tea but if you read it I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’ve been in love with Crowley/Lucifer as a pairing but haven’t seen them in positive healthy relationships, so I have set out to change that 😂✨
@goodomensafterdark
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female Beta Adam x Alpha Lucifer part 2
Adam loves nights like this, when the world (or Hell) is just quiet . And the glow down of sex cools down .
Lucifer snoring away on her chest, purring sometimes which made Adam chuckle a bit . Her fingers softly pushing some his hair away from his face .
The Alpha leans into her hand in his sleep, making the Beta wonder if he is already dreaming .
Maybe he is because he growls a bit, holding her tight as she feels his cock coming back to life inside her . Her eyes widened at that, is he going to fuck me in his sleep ?
Fuck that's hot but she is tired so ..
Oh well she will lay down and take it, because really like she said it's hot .
She wonders what he is dreaming about .
Next day when Adam asked him that smirking, as Lucifer admits some fucking Bambi tried to take her .
"Like I will let some wannabe take me away ."
"I will kill him and punish you so badly ." Lucifer said while kissing her neck .
They were very late for breakfast .
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Day 2 One bed applemedia week 2024
Vox couldn’t believe it. He was locked in a room with the King of Hell, Lucifer, and his former best friend, Alastor. And the worst part? There was only one bed.
"Charlie, darling, unlock this door," Lucifer asked his daughter, trying to maintain his composure while Alastor looked positively furious.
"Sorry, Dad," Charlie replied from the other side of the door. "I’m doing this for your well-being. There’s food and drinks in there, and there’s also a chair to sit on. But you all need to learn how to get along. Mr. Vox keeps coming here to start fights, Alastor fights with both of you, and you fight with Vox and Alastor. So I made sure you can’t kill each other in this room."
Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to process the situation. Vox was leaning against the wall, glaring at Alastor, who was doing his best to ignore both of them.
"Great," Vox muttered. "Just great. Locked in here with you two."
Alastor crossed his arms, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "I’m not thrilled about this either, believe me."
Lucifer shook his head, finally sitting down in the chair Charlie had mentioned. "Well, we might as well make the best of this. At least we have food and drinks."
Alastor huffed, clearly still irritated. "Fine, but I’m not sharing the bed."
Lucifer and Vox exchanged glances, a rare moment of agreement between them. "Agreed," they both said.
Hours passed, with the three of them awkwardly avoiding conversation. As night fell, the tension in the room seemed to grow thicker.
"Look," Lucifer finally said, breaking the silence. "Charlie’s right. We need to find a way to coexist. We’re not getting out of here until we do."
Vox rolled his eyes. "And how do you suggest we do that, oh mighty King of Hell?"
Lucifer gave him a steely look. "By not killing each other for starters."
Alastor sighed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Fine. Let’s talk. Get whatever grievances we have out in the open."
It didn't work. They started blaming each other—Vox for flirting with Alastor, Alastor for leaving Vox, Lucifer for being a deadbeat dad, Alastor for trying to replace Lucifer as Charlie's dad, Vox for trying to take away Lucifer's enemy that is Alastor, and Lucifer for trying to take away Vox's enemy that is Alastor. The argument devolved into who Alastor hated more.
Alastor rolled his eyes and then stopped when he remembered his heat was coming soon. He was screwed, his eyes darting between the Alphas. He truly was screwed in both ways. Charlie was going to get a sibling. No one knew about this; he kept quiet because he was not only a male omega but one of the very few who could carry a fawn. He was a prize. He was going to get fucked and marked tonight. He started to shiver and slid down the wall, bleating.
"Shit," he thought, trying to pull himself together. He had to fight this before they noticed. He looked up. Shit. The King and the TV demon were fighting over him now. Then they stopped, all at once, and started grinning at each other. Alastor was shaking as they walked towards him, putting their arms around him.
"Shh," Lucifer said softly.
Vox then added, "We're not going to hurt you. Let us help you."
Alastor growled at both of them, but Lucifer and Vox both glanced at each other before saying in unison with their Alpha voices, "Behave yourself, omega."
Alastor stiffened. His eyes glazed over, then shifted to give off more of a doe-like appearance. Vox smirked, and Lucifer picked Alastor up, carrying him to the bed.
Lucifer then said, "You're going to be a good omega and let us help you."
Alastor nodded. Vox looked for things that could be used for a nest. He went into the bathroom and grabbed the towels while Lucifer went into the closet for blankets.
"Well, Charlie wanted us to get along. We're getting along. She's also going to get a new father and a mother," Lucifer grinned to himself. There was plenty of food and drinks to last for a year. His kid had made a little home. His little omega was still on the bed, back to normal and looking pissed.
Alastor was fuming. How dare they? He couldn't move off the bed; he had to listen. He was going into heat, and two Alphas had sped it up. Lucifer walked over and set the blankets on the floor.
"Here you are, my love. You can start making your nest."
Vox came running with towels and threw them on the blankets.
Alastor growled out, "You better not have grabbed all of them."
Vox grinned and said, "No, I left enough so we can clean you up later, my dear. So don't worry about a thing. Let us Alphas worry about taking care of you from now on."
Alastor snapped at them, "I don't need your fucking care or anything from you. Leave me alone."
Vox and Lucifer both shushed him and said, "It's okay. Calm down. There is no reason to be upset. Preheat is always hard. You're just mad that we didn't notice."
Alastor glared at them, trying to control his breathing. The situation was spiraling out of his control, and he hated it. The dominant presence of the Alphas was overwhelming, and his body was betraying him, responding to their proximity and authority.
"Just… stay away from me," Alastor hissed, his voice trembling slightly.
Lucifer and Vox exchanged a look, their expressions softening slightly. They seemed to understand the vulnerability Alastor was feeling.
"We're not going anywhere," Lucifer said gently. "But we won't push you. Just let us know if you need anything."
Alastor didn't respond, turning his back to them and curling up on the bed. He was determined to maintain some semblance of control, even as his body prepared for the inevitable.
Alastor’s mind raced as he lay on the bed, trying to block out the reality of his situation. The room felt stifling, the presence of the two Alphas overwhelming. He clenched his fists, attempting to steady his breathing and keep his thoughts clear. His body, however, had other ideas.
Vox and Lucifer quietly set about organizing the room, creating a makeshift nest. The rustling of towels and blankets was oddly soothing, a contrast to the turmoil in Alastor’s mind. He could sense their movements, their intent, and it made his skin crawl and heat at the same time.
Lucifer’s voice broke the silence, gentle but firm. “Alastor, we’re here to help you. Fighting this will only make it harder on yourself.”
Vox nodded, his usual arrogance tempered by an unusual softness. “We’re not your enemies, Alastor. Not tonight.”
Alastor’s breath hitched, his resolve wavering. His instincts were at war with his pride, his need for control battling his body's needs. He wanted to curse them, to push them away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. He needed them.
“Fine,” he muttered, barely audible. “Just… don’t make this worse.”
Lucifer and Vox exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They approached the bed slowly, as if not to spook him.
Lucifer reached out, his hand brushing Alastor’s hair back gently. “We’ll take care of you. Just trust us.”
Alastor’s body betrayed him, leaning into the touch despite his mind’s protests. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the overwhelming reality of his situation.
Vox sat beside him, his hand resting on Alastor’s back, a warm, steadying presence. “You’re safe with us. We’ll make sure of it.”
Alastor’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Vox’s. There was a sincerity there that he hadn’t expected, a promise of safety and care. It was enough to tip the balance, his body finally surrendering to the inevitable.
The rest of the night was a blur of sensations and emotions. Alastor’s heat took over, his body responding to the Alphas with a desperation that both frightened and exhilarated him. Lucifer and Vox were careful, their touches firm yet gentle, their voices soothing as they guided him through the ordeal.
By the time the first light of dawn began to filter into the room, Alastor was spent, his body and mind exhausted. He lay between Lucifer and Vox, their bodies a protective barrier around him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace, a strange contentment in the midst of his chaotic life.
Lucifer brushed a kiss to his temple, murmuring softly, “Rest, Alastor. We’re here.”
Vox’s arm tightened around his waist, a silent promise of protection. “We’ve got you.”
As he drifted off to sleep, Alastor allowed himself to believe it, if only for a moment. In the safety of their embrace, he found a sliver of solace, a brief respite from the constant battles. And for now, that was enough.
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Im upset. A while back i read a wip highschool au of adamsapple omegaverse and now i cant remember where i saw it to check for updates. If anyone knows what im talking about please link me!
#hazbin hotel adam#adam firstman#hazbin hotel#adamsapple#alpha lucifer#omega adam#hazbin lucifer#omegaverse#wip
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gabriel/Lucifer (Supernatural), Gabriel & Sam Winchester Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Gabriel (Supernatural), Alpha Lucifer (Supernatural), Alpha Sam Winchester, Revenge, Or Justice, Omega Dominates Alpha, Body Modification, Cock Cages, Hitchhiking, Top Gabriel (Supernatural), Bottom Lucifer (Supernatural), Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Series: Part 4 of OmegaVerse Week 2024 Summary:
Omega Gabriel found himself with a once in a lifetime opportunity presented to him and he decides to make Alpha Lucifer pay for every wrong he had ever committed against the Omega.
@spnkinkevents @spnrareships
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never, this is karma for starting a war with Heaven and killing their commander
Adam: Amh-H...
Lucifer: Are you in heat?
Adam: Y-yes, my king... But don't touch me...!!
Lucifer: It will be easier for you yourself.
Lucifer: Do you want my *beep* inside you, my omega?
Charlie: * sitting in the corner of the room and rocking*
Charlie: I've been in this place for the fourth post in a row... Let me out...
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*crawls into your ask* OK SO! How do they figure out they are mates?! IS IT SOULMATE MARKS?! Does Alastor find the mark of the devil on his skin after their first meeting?!??! Does Lucifer think Al is an alpha at first bc of the way he challenges him but then one night during conversation he's like "I SENSE A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE" and woops, a little peak into Al's soul and he's like WAIT YOU'RE MY MATE?!
Hello Hello!!!
Ok ok so I know every omegaverse is different, but for mine I like to think along the terms of soul-bond, which I think would become apparent through any form of close connection. Almost like a pack I guess, but they just know deep down that this is their mate, no questions about it.
Scent has a lot to do with it too- eachother’s scent causes the other to react much stronger than other alphas and omegas
And also, I think just a bit of free will!! They chose eachother. No need for official mating, no need for anything Alastor is uncomfortable with. They can just sense it, when they’re around eachother. Because Lucifer is wanting to protect and shelter him, and Alastor (despite himself) is wanting to receive the shelter and protection
ALSO YES!!! I firmly believe Alastor was masquerading as an Alpha before. For a demon overlord, it’s just what everyone would expect- not to mention, he’d have much more control over his own autonomy by being an Alpha. No one would expect him to find a mate- he could just exist.
And then, ya know. During the challenging between them both, Lucifer felt something different hovering between them. He chalked it up to how long he’d been away from others, how out of touch he’s been- but then he starts to get these urges (especially after the fight with adam!!! knowing alastor got injured by the other alpha caused something inside lucifer to snap) and he’s suddenly wanting to growl at anyone who gets too close to Alastor, wanting to heal him, help him, protect him.
And Alastor, for his part, is equally dumbfounded- because suddenly he’s wanting to nest, he’s wanting to be scented, he’s wanting to curl up and share body heat
So yeah!!! I’d say it’s mostly just the sudden shift in their natural desires that does it for them, in a sort of soul-bond kind of way 🥰
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Adam apple high school AU PT 3
(this is a pretty long one so bear with me)
. On the very first day at his new school, Lucifer had felt as though his soul had been stripped away from his body, the reason being...Adam Mann
. You see everything was going fine he was given a schedule of his classic, and a basic tour of where his classes were, and everything seemed to go well during his introduction as the new student during first period
. sure, when he said his name, he got a weird look from this one girl in the middle row, but he just ignored it
. it wasn't until after class when he was waking to his next class, and he accidentally bumped into the one person he never thought he would see again that it's kind of all went to Hell
Lucifer: I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going, are you alright?
Adam: yeah, I'm fine no skin off...YOU!
Lucifer: A, Adam!?
. Lucifer would hardly believe it, the most beautiful person that he had ever known was right before his eyes, and as it couldn't be even more possible was even more beautiful than ever
. His face was more defined as he had a small stubble on his chin, he had gotten taller too, his soft brown eyes had a sort of golden shine to them, and his scent was even stronger than ever before his scent was of freshly peeled oranges with a hint of soft soil
. but the most prominent feature about him would be his body and his body, oh holy mercy it had curves not the normal amount of curves the usual omega had he had curves for days, right from the top of his perky chest to his soft tummy, all the way down to his big thighs, then to end it was his big juicy booty, though (of course, he didn't see it till after Adam left, but he was only looking respectfully he swears!)
. But before he could fully admire the angel before him he was suddenly pressed up against the lockers with the once lovely scent turned sour as Adam glared down at the person who was responsible for ruining his life back in middle school
. Lucifer gulped, both in horniness and fear(but mostly for being a horny little gremlin)
Lucifer: listen, I know we didn't leave on good terms, but
Adam: But nothing! you stay out of my way here and I'll stay out of your way, got that pipsqueak!?
Lucifer: Pipsqueak?! (before he could say anything else Adam turned around, skirt swishing as he did so, and stomped off. And all Lucifer could process were these cold facts, the one who got away is here, he’s even more hot than ever, and he hates his guts
. this was going to be the longest semester of his fucking life
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. a month and a half had passed since the incident, and neither Lucifer nor Adam could barely even tolerate being in the same room together let alone speak to one another
. Lucifer has tried to talk to Adam during this time when he sees him outside of class or when they do have class together tries to sit next to or at least near him
. however it keeps failing for him because A. Adam doesn’t want anything to do with him, and B. His guard dog Lute won’t even let him look at Adam’s general direction let alone try and go near him
. it all comes to a head one day when out in the school football field sitting on the bleachers, waiting for Adam to finish lacrosse team practice, once he saw he was done he waved and called out to him to get his attention
. luckily Adam did acknowledge him with an eye roll and walked over to him
. Lucifer gave himself a mental fist bump as they finally were going to clear the table and maybe Lucifer would finally be able to tell Adam how he felt
. which is why it made so much sense that the plan went to shit
. see while rushing down the bleacher steps he slipped on the last few steps causing him to trip and fall of landing on top of Adam
. at first Lucifer thinks he must have landed right on his stomach because the body part he lands on is soft and squishy…with a space in between
. he slowly lifts himself away to see that he had landed right on Adam’s breasts, a fiery blush spreads all across his upper body as his eyes look into Adam’s shocked/disgusted filled ones
Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry it was a complete accident, I swear!
. he didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he was picked up by the scruff, thrown off of Adam, and was proceeded beaten by Lute
. Adam was in a daze for a minute as he tried to understand what the actual Hell happened
. his attention was then focused on the fight between Lucifer and Lute fighting on the ground
. that was really bad for two reasons, they were still on school grounds and if the coach came back those two would be on grounds for expulsion while he was more worried about Lute getting into trouble, he couldn't help but feel a ping of worry in his chest for Lucifer, damn omega instinct, reason number two was that two alphas fighting especially over an omega can more often than not turn bloody
. So, scrambling to his feet, he made his way over to the small crowd where the girls from the team were watching the fight, some even egging it on
. He pushed his way through them and saw Lucifer had Lute pinned under him with his fist raised up ready to strike her
. Adam ran towards them and tried to pull Lucifer off when he suddenly felt a hand hit right in the eye, he falls backwards and clutches his eye while whimpering in pain
. both alphas stop immediately and turn their attention to the omega in distress
. Lucifer gets off the female alpha and rushes towards Adam, while Lute stays frozen in place not believing that she hit Adam, on accident of course she didn't expect he'd be on the crossfire she just wanted to get Lucifer off
Lucifer: Holy shit, are you okay!? here let me take a look
. at first, Adam tried to just leave but Lucifer kept him still while giving a pleading look he sighed and allowed the alpha to look him over Adam's eye appeared to be swollen and starting to throb
Adam: is it bad?
Lucifer: It's not so bad that you'd need an eye patch just need to get something cold on it, come on let's get you home
. Despite his own injuries he helps Adam up and starts to lead him away as the crowd slowly starts to dissipate now that the fight was over
Lute: WAIT ADAM I'M SO SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!
. Adam turns his head slightly and says in a frustrated tone
Adam: Not now Lute, just, not now, I'll text you later ok?
. Lute doesn't say anything as she watches from the ground in complete shock as Adam allows himself to be taken away by that little demon
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. after carefully maneuvering around the school so no one would see them in their current predicament they made it over to the student parking lot where a small white car resided
. Lucifer unlocked it with a push of his key's button, went to the passenger side to open the door for Adam, and went to his side to start the car, before turning to Adam
Lucifer: do you mind giving me your address?
Adam: No, please don't it's my aunt's day off and she'll freak the fuck out if she sees this.
. he says while referring to his damaged eye
Lucifer: ok I get it, um well, if your comfortable with it, are you okay with coming back to my house? I can get you the right medical aid you need
. Adam doesn't say anything as he silently nods
. The drive there is silent and tense as Adam's attention is solely focused on what is happening out the window, while Lucifer keeps checking on him every so often
. They soon made it to a high-class condo complex, they park in front of one and Lucifer quickly opens his door to open Adam's and helps him out
. They head inside and Lucifer calls out to Uriel, he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets no response
Lucifer: Ok were good, let me take you to the kitchen
. There he gets Adam a bag full of ice and he gently places it on his eye, wincing from the slight flinch from the cold
Lucifer: you need anything else? are you hungry or thirsty?
Adam: all I need now is how to tell my Aunt on how I got this, though shouldn't you be more concerned with your own injuries?
Lucifer: I think the worst I got was a bump on the head, I'm ok
. It was true that while he had some bruises he was mostly a-ok
Lucifer: but if you really need an excuse for her, just say you accidentally ran into a door while rushing to class
. suddenly Adam's phone starts to buzz he picks it up and sighs seeing the caller's ID
Adam: speak of the devil (answers it) hey Aunt Sera, no I uh stopped at Mcdonald's for an after practice snack with a friend, yeah I know they cause people to get fat but guess what that sentiment can't really be applied to me when I'm already fat, no that's not sarcasm that is stating facts, uh huh, yeah, yeah I'll be home soon ok, I don't know an hour soon ok? See you then, yeah love you too
. he ends the call and looks at Lucifer
Adam: ok, situation averted, for now at least, so
Lucifer: So?
Adam: (sighs and looks straight into Lucifer's eyes) you have exactly thirty minutes and explain why the Hell you've been trying to follow me around and won't just leave me alone? I mean if you're trying to apologize over what happened in Eden you're doing a pretty shitty job at it
Lucifer: I, I'm sorry but while I did want to talk to you about the whole Eden situation, I don't see why I have to apologize for anything
Adam: um ok how about you stealing my girlfriend then making me feel like complete shit by constantly following me around and trying to shove your tongue down her throat, oh! and let's not forget the rumors that destroyed my reputation, because I know you and Lilith were the ones that start them!
Lucifer: first of all, YOU broke up with Lilith first I think that made it perfectly ok for me to "Steal your girlfriend" second I didn't start those rumors I swear I didn't Lilith must've said something to her friends and those friends said something to their friends and it probably spiraled out of control from there, thirdly Lilith was the one to drag me to those places I swear it was a giant coincidence
Adam: Broke up with her, what the Hell are you talking about I didn't break up with her she broke up with me by being a slut!
Lucifer: what about Eve then?! the girl you left Lilith for!
Adam: You mean Eve my cousin?
Lucifer: what?
Adam: Eve is my cousin, and she was a new student there and I was just helping her settle in!
Lucifer: I, I, you're not lying to me, are you?
Adam: What the actual fuck would I earn by lying to you?! No, I'm not lying she was the one who fucking cheated on me why don't you get that?!
. Lucifer took a shaky breath and turned away eyes going wide in realization
Lucifer: she lied; she's been playing me this whole time
Adam: YES! finally you see the truth, she was a lying cheating alpha whore who only cared about her own wants and needs
Lucifer: A, Adam I, I am so, so fucking sorry I swear I didn't know I just I swear if I knew the truth I wouldn't have done that...if it makes you feel any better, she wasn't the best girlfriend to me either
Adam: Makes me feel a little better
Lucifer: I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, actually I have an idea
Adam: what is it?
Lucifer: this Friday I don't know if your aware but there's a festival happening at school and if you're ok with it, why don't you let me take you? we could have fun and get to know each other better, get to know the real us, not the version's Lilith's lies had created; so what do you say wanna do it?
Adam: Uh I
. Adam didn't know what to say to an offer like that, he literally just spilled his guts to someone who he held onto a great amount of resent towards, or he at least he did once the realization that Lucifer was used just like he was, he supposed that maybe he could give him a second chance
Adam: sure, what's the harm
---
. Later when Lucifer drops Adam off in front of his house, he walks him to his door when Adam turns to address him
Adam: Well, I'll see you later, I I'm glad we had this chance to finally clear the air
Lucifer: me too
. Lucifer gives him a soft smile which caused Adam to blush then in a last-minute decision Adam places a soft kiss on his cheek, Lucifer's face turns to a deep Scarlett and before he had a chance to react Adam went inside closing the door
. Lucifer's lips split open into a goofy grin as he sways his way back to the car in a lovesick manner
. Inside Adam reels from realization from what he just did when he suddenly hears his aunt
Sera: Oh good your back hopefully you didn't ruin your appetite because dinner is, IS THAT A BLACK EYE?!
. Oh shit he forgot about that
(sorry it’s late, hope you liked it)
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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 2
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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller
🎙️ “Oh, I do love a good bit of drama, don’t you? There’s a spell that lingers in the air, my friends. Something intoxicating, a force that binds you, twists you, and refuses to let go. That old black magic is creeping in, and once it has you in its grasp, well, let’s just say... you’ll never be quite the same again.”🎙️
🎶That old black magic has me in its spell
that old black magic that you weave so well🎵
Alastor's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as Vox launched into yet another self-aggrandizing anecdote.
The supper club's jazz quartet provided a soothing counterpoint to the alpha's grating voice, their mellow tones a balm to Alastor's fraying nerves.
"...and that's when I told the network executives, 'Gentlemen, the future of entertainment is television!'" Vox boomed, slapping the table for emphasis.
Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.
"How fascinating," he purred, the words tasting like syrup on his tongue—and this omega hated sweets.
If only the fool would shut up long enough for Alastor to excuse himself to the powder room.
He took a delicate sip of the ludicrously colored drink he’d been given. Vox’s good sense to pick The Red Horizon club did not extend to his selection of cocktail, and his personality left much to be desired.
He didn’t have taste. Just flash with no substance.
But…The omega agency had certainly matched Alastor with worse prospects.
"Of course, someone in your position couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of my work," Vox continued, oblivious to Alastor's disinterest.
The omega felt a record scratching inside his brain and his temper flair.
He knew the intricacies of entertaining, and he knew them well. Not that anyone knew him for his work in radio.
The last time he attempted to mention it to Vox, he got offered a job— as the man’s ‘cute little secretary.’
Over his dead body.
"Oh, I'm sure that's true," Alastor murmured to appease the alpha, and keep him talking while the omega rested his chin on his hand. His gaze drifted across the dimly lit room, settling on the now familiar figure at the bar like a reprieve.
The blonde alpha was staring again, golden eyes fixed on Alastor with an intensity that sent an invisible shiver down his spine.
Alastor was no stranger to hungry alpha gazes, but this...this was different. There was a pull there, a black magic he couldn't quite name.
Absently, the omega traced the rim of his glass with one elegant finger.
The crystal sang softly, a faint counterpoint to his date’s endless droning.
"Are you even listening to me?" Vox snapped, jolting Alastor from his reverie.
"But of course, darling," Alastor lied smoothly. "Please, do go on. I'm simply enthralled by your tales of corporate conquest."
As Vox launched into another self-important story, Alastor's attention drifted once more to the mysterious alpha in the leather jacket. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Alastor felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the little bit of liquor.
🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵
The blonde alpha's golden eyes widened, as if he'd heard the soft chime of Alastor's glass from across the crowded room.
Ridiculous, of course—the band was in full swing, couples twirling across the dance floor. And yet…those eyes held Alastor captive, warm and earnest in a way that made his breath catch.
A genuine smile tugged at Alastor's lips, unbidden. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away.
🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶
"Ahem." Vox's pointed cough shattered the spell. "I said, don't you agree?"
Alastor blinked, realizing he'd been caught, again. He poured on the charm, leaning in with practiced interest. "Oh absolutely, my dear. Your insight is simply unparalleled."
Vox preened, but his satisfaction was short-lived. He twisted in his seat, following Alastor's previous line of sight.
The rough-looking alpha quickly averted his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his empty glass.
“"I see.” Turning back, Vox's lips curled in distaste. “Perhaps if you'd chosen a more demure outfit, you wouldn't be drawing such tawdry attention."
“Oh? Whatever could you mean by that Vox?” Alastor's smile didn't waver, though something cold settled in his stomach as he simpered. "Why, I was ever so mindful to dress nicely for our evening out," he purred, voice dripping with honeyed charm. "After all, you were kind enough to share your…opinions on my wardrobe choices with the social worker after our first two dates."
Inwardly, Alastor seethed.
Such was the lot of an unmated omega in this alpha-dominated world—constantly scrutinized, constantly judged. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from his perfectly tailored vest, thinking bitterly of the hoops he'd jumped through to meet Vox's exacting standards.
Before the dark-haired alpha could respond, a waiter rematerialized at their table. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to order?"
"Ah, yes," Vox said, puffing up importantly. "I'll have the filet mignon, rare, with the truffle reduction." He barely glanced at Alastor before continuing, "And for the omega, perhaps the poached salmon salad? I’m sure you want to be mindful of your figure, after all."
Alastor's smile became brittle, though his voice remained light. "How thoughtful of you, darling." His stomach growled in protest, mourning the loss of a proper meal.
These arranged dates were half about the food, after all—a way to indulge beyond his usual means.
As the waiter departed, Alastor sipped his drink, thinking longingly of the hearty gumbo he could have made for a fraction of the price of this overpriced lettuce.
But needs must be met, he supposed. At least the music was decent.
🎵I should stay away, but what can I do?🎵
Alastor's gaze drifted to the new frilly cocktail Vox had ordered for him, a saccharine concoction topped with a plump maraschino cherry.
A treat, the alpha had said—Alastor would rather a dry red wine. Since he wasn’t allowed his whiskey.
With deliberate grace, he plucked the fruit from his glass, bringing it to his lips. As he did so, his eyes wandered across the room, seeking out the blonde alpha at the bar.
Their eyes locked just as Alastor bit down, the cherry's sweetness popping across his tongue.
He held the alpha's gleaming gaze…just restraining himself from tying the stem in a knot with his tongue. That would be laying it on a bit thick, wouldn’t it?
🎵Darling, down and down I go,
round and round I go 🎶
"I must say, your network's latest programming schedule is simply fascinating," Alastor sighed, seamlessly returning his attention to Vox. "Do tell me more about your fall lineup."
Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention.
"Well, since you asked..." He launched into a detailed monologue about ratings and demographics.
As the waiter set down their meals, Vox paused his vainglorious speech. "I'm glad you're not eating too heavily tonight, dear. I'm quite looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor later." Vox leered.
Alastor suppressed a shudder, imagining Vox's grabby hands pawing at him under the guise of dancing.
"Oh? How lovely," he lied smoothly. "But surely you were about to tell me about that thrilling new game show concept?"
Vox's eyes lit up, and Alastor settled in for another interminable story, his mind already calculating how long he could delay the inevitable groping on the dance floor.
♫ ♫ ♫
As the last morsel of food disappeared from their plates, Alastor dabbed at his lips with his napkin, his mind racing for an excuse to postpone the dreaded dance.
A flash of inspiration struck, and he turned to Vox with a carefully crafted smile.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, darling," Alastor cooed, rising gracefully from his seat. "I simply must freshen up"
Vox waved him off. "Don't be too long, sweetheart. I'm eager to…show off my moves."
Oh, Alastor could not begin to explain how he was not Vox’s sweetheart.
Alastor's smile tightened imperceptibly as he glided away from the table, his steps measured and unhurried despite his desire to put distance between himself and his boorish date.
As he passed the hostess stand, a thought occurred to him.
Pausing, he leaned in conspiratorially to the Peter, the club host. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice the gentleman at the bar. Might you know who he is?"
He might expect the smiling blonde beta’s face to light up with gossip-fueled glee, but instead, it soured. "Oh, him? That's Lucifer. He's a friend of our cook.” Peter leaned close. “I wouldn’t let yourself be tempted—you can judge that apple by its skin.”
The omega kept from shooting a scowl at the boldness of the beta—this was not the place or the time.
Though, from here, he could see what Peter meant. The skin of the blonde alpha’s forearms held more ink than the Sunday paper.
"Lucifer," Alastor murmured, savoring the name on his tongue. A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his veins like liquid fire.
He'd never felt anything quite like it before.
🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.
Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵
Alastor barely had time to settle back into the plush booth before Vox's meaty hand clamped around his wrist. The alpha's eyes glinted with a possessive hunger that made Alastor's skin crawl.
"Come on, dollface. Time to show you off," Vox growled, yanking the omega to his feet.
Alastor's smile strained as he stumbled after the alpha. "My, aren't we eager?" he quipped, trying to maintain his composure.
Vox's grip tightened as he jerked Alastor close. "You bet I am. Been waiting all night for this."
As the band struck up a lively foxtrot, Alastor found himself desperately trying to find his footing.
He was an excellent dancer. Being a tall omega meant he often lead others of his designation and female betas while the men and alphas were off to war.
Alastor could finesse any partner.
But Vox's movements were erratic and forceful, completely at odds with the music's rhythm. Each time Alastor attempted to fall into step, Vox would drag him in another direction.
The oaf wouldn't know rhythm if it bit him in his oversized head.
The brunette longed to take the lead, to show this buffoon how it was really done. But societal expectations chained him to this farce of a dance.
"Isn't this great?" Vox bellowed, oblivious to Alastor's discomfort. "You're lucky to have such a talented dance partner."
Alastor's smile twisted into something closer to a sneer. "Oh yes," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm positively overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm."
As Vox continued to manhandle him around the floor, Alastor's contempt grew.
His eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape—or at least a distraction. They landed on the bar, where a pair of golden eyes met his own.
🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶
Vox's hand slid lower down his back, yanking Alastor flush against him.
The omega's nose wrinkled at the alpha's overpowering cologne as Vox's hips ground against him in a vulgar parody of what should be done on a dance floor.
"Now this is more like it," Vox purred, his breath hot on Alastor's ear. "You know, as this is our third date,”
“So it is,” the omega said, hiding the wariness in his tone with a lilting tease.
“So.” Vox blundered over the beat of the music. “ I've got certain…expectations."
Alastor stiffened, his lips holding no hint of a smile. He leaned back, trying to put some distance between them.
"My dear fellow, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. The matchmaker was quite clear about your preferences for an unmated—"
"Untouched," Vox interrupted, his grin predatory. "And why do you think that is, doll?”
Alastor's eyes widened, his carefully crafted facade cracking.
"I…I beg your pardon?" He stammered, genuinely caught off guard for the first time in years. His mind raced, searching for a way to extricate himself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation without causing a scene. “I’ve no idea what you could possibly be implying.”
“Oh, don’t play like that, a male omega can’t play coy.” Vox huffed, forgetting the pretense of a dance as his pawing hands held Alastor. “I want to be the one to plant the first flag, if you catch my drift."
Alastor pushed against Vox's chest, but barely escaped an inch. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in that sort of…arrangement, sir. Perhaps we should call it a night?"
Vox's grip tightened, his expression darkening. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how much I spent on dinner? On this whole evening?" He leaned in, alcohol-laced breath hot against Alastor's cheek. "You owe me something for my trouble."
A flicker of genuine anger flashed in Alastor's eyes, quickly masked behind his practiced smile.
The audacity of this utter buffoon.
"Now, Vox," Alastor said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I don't recall agreeing to any form of transaction. Surely a gentleman such as yourself—"
His words were cut short as Vox's hand suddenly grabbed his ass.
Alastor froze, eyes wide with shock and indignation. His mind reeled, searching for a way to salvage the situation without compromising his carefully cultivated image.
Though he longed to show yet another entitled alpha what he was capable of.
But he hesitated, acutely aware of the eyes upon them, of the delicate social balance he had to maintain.
For a moment, Alastor found himself truly at a loss, his usual wit and charm failing him in the face of such brazen disrespect.
Just as Alastor's composure threatened to crack, a ringing voice cut through the tension.
"Pardon me, gentlemen. Might I cut in?"
Before either could respond, a blonde figure slid between them, deftly maneuvering Alastor away from Vox's grasp and into his own. Alastor found himself whisked onto the dance floor, guided by sure hands and twinkling golden eyes.
🎶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.
The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵
"Lucifer," the alpha introduced himself with a roguish wink. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."
The omega’s relief was palpable, though he masked it with a coy smile. "Not at all," Alastor' sighed gratefully. "Though I’m afraid I must protest when we are caught by my proper date—as a matter of principle."
“Whatever ya need, doll.” Lucifer grinned, falling easily into step with his new partner.
“My name is Alastor.” the taller man corrected, caution moderating his tone, knowing his history of putting boundaries before alphas and how they reacted.
Lucifer just smiled, and said. “Whatever ya need, Alastor.”
And just like that, this pint-sized alpha earned his first genuine smile of the night as he stole the omega away.
🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵
🎙️ “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” 🎙️
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Imagine if Adam, who was the first alpha was turned into an omega after he died. It’s an au I’m currently working on. What do you think? Any thoughts
Sounds good!!
It would be such a shock to Adam to go from one extreme to the other. And when that time came around he wouldn't want just any alpha he'd only want the best. *Wink*
I imagine he'd lock himself away in his room to not be bothered or to have anyone smell him.
Lucifer: What is that sweet smell?
He follows it all the way to Adams room and grins. This will be fun.
Lucifer: Adam, open the door.~
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it may have not been Omega/Omega, but the Alpha pair Adamsapple fanfic was a good meal 😌🍷💕💕💕
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Transformers One characters and their Hazbin Hotel counterparts
And lastly and the most popular ones…
Now this is just my opinion! But I feel like for the most part this is accurate! 🙈
#transformers one#transformers prime#hazbin hotel#optimus prime#elita one#megatron#bumblebee#jazz#rachet#alpha trion#starscream#shockwave#soundwave#sentinel prime#airachnid#charlie morningstar#vaggie#alastor#nifty#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#lucifer morningstar#vox#valentino#hazbin hotel velvette#the vees#hazbin hotel adam#lute#sorry y'all i couldnt find a good picture of rachet so i just used his transformers prime design because its my favorite#just wanted to do these for fun 🤭
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