#at least she is taller than lucifer

[pageofheartdj]

The fact that Lilith isn't in fact tall as fuck and is actually shorter than Alastor PAINS me😭

[bunniesanddeer]

Hi! I hope you’re having a wonderful day or night.

I saw your asks are open and I had an idea. What if it’s a protective Alastor x Reader who is the daughter of a protective Lucifer? Maybe she kept in contact with her dad so they are closer and she is older than Charlie. When Lucifer comes to visit the hotel him and Alastor cause some drama

Thanks!

W.P💚

I hope this is what you were looking for? I am very new to doing things like this!

Daddy's Girl

Pairing: Alastor X Lucifer's Daughter! Reader

Tags: Sisterly love, some sexual connotations, spoilers, some angst maybe? idk, swearing, Mimzy.

SPOILERS FOR "DAD BEAT DAD"

Word Count: 1,775

The hotel was eerily quiet when you awoke, so you made your way downstairs to see if anyone was awake. All you could hear as you made your way down the stairs was your quiet footfalls and weird murmuring. As you turned towards the sitting area, you realized the muttering was coming from your younger sister, Charlie.

Charlie was pacing back and forth in front of a pin board covered in colorful papers, and strings. She tugged at her hair, her muttering growing more frantic. As you took in the scene, you realized there were a few people standing and watching her. Niffty was bouncing on the couch, her face full of a strange glee. Husk and Sir Pentious were watching with mixes of bafflement and curiosity.

“Hey, Char Char? Are you ok?” You asked, walking around the couch to get a better view. You saw Angel and Vaggie approach from your peripherals as Charlie whipped around frantically.

“Nope! No. Not really! Haha. Hah…” Her false smile falls as she rips a page off the board. “I have been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn’t working! We’ve done every single trust exercise and arts and crafts project I could find! We’ve talked about our feelings and… nothing is working!”

You frown. You knew that things taking so long would eventually get to her, but it was sad to see just how severely. She needed more help. 

You walk up to your sister, and set your hands on her shoulders. “I think…”

Her expression collapses. “Please don’t say it.”

“We should call dad. And ask for his help.”

She winces. She clearly doesn’t want your dad’s help. You can’t exactly blame her, either. The two of you were raised a little separate, and it had affected her relationship with Lucifer pretty badly. Although, you were older, and it had afforded you time with Lucifer before Lilith had started to separate herself from him. Charlie had only had a handful of years before their relationship went south. It showed in her anxiety with him, and Lucifer’s inability to talk to Charlie openly. It made you sad, but you weren’t sure how to fix that rift.

“He’s the reason the extermination happens to begin with! He just let it happen! He doesn’t even like sinners! Why would he help me?” Charlie hugs herself, looking off to the side. “He’s always preferred you anyway.”

You hear some audible winces from the audience by the couch, but you ignore them. You pull her into a tight hug, her taller frame putting you at her collarbones. “You know I would change that if I could, honey.” You squeeze her tightly and say, “We can at least see if he can get you a meeting. Anything to give you the advantage, Char Char.”

She sighs, and hugs you back. “Yeah. I guess we can at least try.”

You pull back. “I think you should call him. I bet he’s dying to hear from you, even though he sucks at showing it.”

Charlie rubs her arm and nods. “Alright. I’ll do it!”

As she struggles to start the phone call, Husk makes comments about her having ‘Daddy Issues’, and you blanch. How rude! (Even if it was true). The others make comments about meeting Lucifer, but you and Vaggie just keep your eyes on Charlie. She seems so nervous, and it makes your stomach twist in knots. 

She finally calls. It rings three times before a faint, “Heyyyy bitch!” rings out on the other end of the line. You facepalm. Good going Dad.

When all is said and done, Lucifer announces he is visiting within the hour, after much cajoling and guilt-tripping on Charlie’s part. Although, from what you could hear, he seemed excited.

Charlie is excited, and so is everyone else in the hotel. You cheer for her, and then the realization hits you. 

Alastor. Fuck.

As the final touches are finished, you sidle up to Alastor with a small grin.

“Please, please don’t start shit. Charlie needs this to work. And I need this to work for Charlie,” you murmur to him. 

He barely glances at you. “Worry not, sweetheart! You know I would never do anything to risk the reputation of the hotel! Charlie will get the help she needs!” His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he squeezes you into his side. For just a moment, his head ducks down, and he whispers into your ear. “Just need to make it clear whose little girl you are now.” Then he perks right back up like nothing happened.

Your face burns hot. How dare he! But you don’t get to do anything in retaliation, because Charlie is opening the door.

“Chaaaaarlie!” Lucifer exclaims, immediately pulling her into a tight embrace. Your sister’s face is full of shock, and you just want to laugh. Ha! You were right! He continues talking to her in the slightest baby voice, and you can’t help but let some giggles escape you. Your dad could be just so silly! “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

He lets go of Charlie as she welcomes him to the hotel. He spots Keekee first, and pets her. Then greets Razzle and Dazzle. You watch from the sidelines with a small smile. It was nice seeing your dad outside the home. He had been holing himself up for so long… You look up at Alastor, who hasn’t moved an inch since your dad came in.

You elbow him gently. “You okay?”

Alasotr’s expression is tight. His eyes flicker to you for a moment, before landing back on your father. He merely hums in response, making you frown. How odd… You knew the two wouldn’t get along, but for Alastor to dislike him already?

 Then your dad spots the bar. “Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?” 

Alastor immediately shadow-walks to the other side of the room, and you know it’s time to intervene.

“Oh! Just some of the renovations we’ve made.” Alastor gestures with his mic, before continuing. “Adds a bit of color, don’t you think?” 

You wince, and make your way to Alastor’s side. 

“Hey, Dad,” you say, trying to prevent your dad making any further comments on the decor. That's a good way to piss off Alastor.

“Sweetheart!” Your dad runs up to you, and tries picking you up. You laugh at the tights squeeze. “How’s my girl?” His hands squish your cheeks, making it hard to respond.

You giggle through the ministrations, and finally push his hands back so you can respond. “I’m doing great, Dad. Figured I should introduce you to Alastor here.” You gesture to Alastor, who looks the closest to not smiling that you have ever seen. It makes your stomach feel like lead, as you keep talking. “He’s our facilities' manager, and my…”

Your voice trails off, and you look at Alastor, as if hoping he has the word you are looking for.

“I’m her lover!” Alastor exclaims, quite loudly. His static drops for a moment and then bursts back up in volume, making you wince. Great. He just announced that to everyone in the room. The ‘everyone’ being everyone who didn’t know. You can hear Charlie ‘whoop!’ in the background, and several variations of ‘what the fuck’. “She’s quite the darling. I just couldn’t resist this sweet face!” Alastor grabs at your cheeks, similar to how your dad did, and squishes them. “See?”

You risk a glance at your dad. He looks ready to kill. Fuck. This is absolutely not how you wanted to tell your dad. He nearly killed the last partner you had for ghosting you. You can see your dad’s horns growing, and you push Alastor back.

“Haha! Yeah. Uh. Sorry. I would have told you before now, but we’re kind of new! We were trying to keep it on the down-low for now but…” You glare at Alastor, but he just has this shit-eating grin on his face, and you know he doesn’t care. 

“Right.” Your dad continues glaring at Alastor. You wince, and decide to go over by the snack table. Angel is just giving you this look, and you know he will be asking about Alastor’s dick, which you have not seen, later. Husk seems disappointed in you, and you absolutely know why. You just give him an apologetic shrug, and watch as Alastor and your dad seem to start a pissing match. 

It ends with Alastor in his face saying, “Fuck you,” and your knees nearly give out. Holy shit. 

Charlie finally intervenes, and Lucifer, after some more glaring at Alastor, get her to introduce him to the rest of the residents.

Alastor lays a hand on your shoulder as your dad greets both the guests and the staff. You can feel his thumb rubbing back and forth, and it sends shivers down your spine. You look up at Alastor, but his gaze is still locked on your dad. Annoyed, you roll your eyes with a huff, and look back to the meet-and-greet. Your dad is looking back at you, his frown deep, and a barely audible growl making its way to your ears. Your dad is fucking growling at Alastor. What the Hell?

A rumble builds up in Alastor’s chest, and you can feel it against your back. This one sets heat back up to your face. Gosh, this man needed to get his shit together. No need to start stuff with your dad! Alastor’s hand tightens on your shoulder, before he lets go and stalks back towards Charlie, who is trying to convince your dad to help her. 

And then they’re singing. Because of course. Alastor joins in, saying some things that seem to really piss off your dad, but you can't hear much over the blood rushing in your ears. Sometimes these two could be so embarrassing. When your dad pulls out the golden fiddle, you nearly die laughing. (He still wasn’t over losing that one time!) Everything comes to a head, with the two men yelling insults in each other's faces, when suddenly-

“It’s ME!” A woman barges in through the lobby doors, yelling and calling herself Mimzy. She’s blonde, and dressed like a flapper. Alastor seems to recognize her, so you don’t worry. 

Later that night, when your dad has finally agreed to help your sister get that meeting, you all settle onto the couches, making a game plan. Alastor sits beside you, one foot resting on the other knee. You lean over and ask softly, “What did you say during that song, anyway?”

Alastor’s grin sharpens, and he presses his lips near your ear, again. “Charlie calls me dad, and your eldest calls me Daddy.”

If you nearly choke on your own spit, you refuse to admit it. 

[selineram3421]

*has a headache* It's ok, I took medicine.

The Observer

Prologue

Alastor X Godlike Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ reader can shape-shift to blend in, mention of blood, eye getting torn out, and wings ripped ⚠

You rolled your eyes as you watched your youngest brother sit atop his thrown, surrounded by angels.

Admittedly, his realm was beautiful but it was quite boring and filled with stuck up persons, but at least there were a few nice souls roaming about.

"Brother, please tell me you have something fun to do?", you asked but did not get a response.

You groaned and shifted into looking like an angel, now visible for the others to see.

Flying down, you approached one of the winged creatures and they stared back at you.

Blink blink.

"Hmm.. Nope. This got boring.", you sigh and shift back. "I'm going downstairs since you are 'so busy' with work.", you say to your brother and make quotation marks with your fingers.

You still don't get a reply.

With that, you cut open a portal and step through it. Shifting into looking like a sinner as your feet touch the grounds of Hell.

Maybe I should visit my nephew.. You thought as you walked down the street, blood, garbage, and some graffiti littered about. Lucifer is quite fun.

Before you could start heading to Lucifer's castle, a startling loud introduction to a tv show began.

A sinner with a television for a head started talking in a fast pace, talking down on what you assume is another sinner.

"Hm..", you crossed your arms.

Then there's a crackle. Turning to the sound, you find a radio behind a glass window.

"Oh! What a lovely vintage!", you say with sparkling eyes.

Humans were very interesting but then they became repetitive and you only checked in when there was something new. You collected quite a bit of the items that were made for fun.

"Salutations! Good to be back on the air.", a voice came through.

You didn't notice the crowd that formed behind you as the two sinners started going back and forth. The radio man not really talking to the other, but the television man trying his best to get the last say.

Then the power went out, the only light coming from the radio that was somehow able to stay on.

"Let's begin~ I'm gonna make you wish I stayed gone. Tune on in. When I'm done, your status quo will know its race has run. Oh, this will be fun~", the broadcast finished.

You were grinning, hiding it behind your hands.

Oh what a funny little fight! I want to see what the winner looks like! I can visit Lucifer after, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You thought and made your way into a dark alley before shifting.

Now invisible, you glided over to follow the trail of static like magic, finding it connected to the radio that went towards a tower.

It was such and oddly paced thing, looking like it would fall over any minute.

Hm. I should walk through the door of the building it's attached to. You decided and shifted again, looking different than the form you took earlier.

This time you were taller and had a tail like a little devil. Your arms darkening to look like the night sky, with little speckles that looked like stars. Long horns sitting atop of your head that twisted in curls before straightening out.

"Oh, I like this one. I'll save this to wear again.", you said before knocking on the double doors.

It took a second before one of the doors was practically ripped open.

A blonde smiled widely up at you, reminding you of your nephew with the pink on their cheeks.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!", she greeted and stepped out of the way. "Please come in!"

Entering the building, you saw it was a fancy but run down hotel. It was quite nice but could use a little fixing. Too bad that you couldn't do anything to alter any of the realms you visited.

There could be so much you would fix.

"What is your name?", you asked the blonde woman, turning to look at her with a soft smile.

"Oh! My name is Charlie and I am the founder of the hotel! It's purpose is to rehabilitate sinners.", Charlie answered with a beaming smile.

"My! That is very interesting."

You followed her into the lobby and let her speak more about the hotel. Then, as Charlie was speaking, you saw an angel enter the room. Her long white hair flowed with slight movement as she stood next to the blonde.

"Who is this?", she asked, crossing her arms.

She glared at you like you had done something unspeakable.

Oh, what have they done to you? You wondered. If an angel is down here, they must have done something wrong or someone from upstairs unjustly cast them out.

"Oh, um..", Charlie looked at you. "What is your name?"

"I am just here to look around, see something new.", you said. "I have no name but you can call me Penjani."

"What do you mean you have no name?", the angel asked.

"Vaggie-"

"It's alright.", you wave off Charlie's concern. "I was never given a name, I was just created and left to wander."

It was somewhat true.

You did not get a name, but the humans and other creatures of the universe named you many things or didn't even know about you. But that's how its always been.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..", the angel, Vaggie looked at the floor.

"It's alright, no harm done.", you patted her shoulder.

With contact, you saw why she was down in Hell.

Adam, the first man, had abandoned her after she defied orders. Her wings cut off and her eye tore out by another angel, an exorcist. You took your hand back after seeing all that you needed too. Finding out Charlie was the Princess and family.

"I actually came to see something else too.", you said with a closed eyed smile.

The two looked at you, curious.

"What else did you want to see?", the Princess asked.

You pointed up. "Who occupies the tower?", you asked. "The black one with red tinted windows."

That is when you actually started to feel the buzz from the static you were following earlier. It crawled across your skin, leaving tingles as it passed down.

Then a new voice spoke up.

"That would be me."

Looking behind you to find where the voice was coming from, you saw a red deer demon. His hair, clothes, and eyes were red. A handsome face that you remember seeing before, around the nineteenth century if you recall. He was a dashing human and now he was a devilishly handsome demon.

He grinned once your eyes were on him, as if he was satisfied with your attention.

"I am Alastor, The Radio Demon."

A song helped me get the rest of this typed out. Thank the Dolly Parton song, Jolene.

~Seline, the person.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

*the marriage between Lucifer and Lilith had been frayed even before Charlie had been born, they unfairly thought that if they had a child they could have a stronger bond which was unfair to Charlie, Lucifer adored Charlie from the moment she was born and he thought Lilith felt the same way, but she treated Charlie more like a doll than a person with feelings, he still remembered one night Charlie coming into his office because she wanted to see his magic and Lilith came and pulled her away from him claiming that Lucifer didn’t need to be bothered when he had work and that hurt, Charlie was in what was called an “emo phase” much to the annoyance of Lilith, this morning Lilith waved a note in Lucifer’s face*

Lilith: You remember that new embassy of Heaven, they have summoned us to meet their new military leader of a group called the Exorcists. Something about the troubling population of Hell.

Lucifer internally: More like they are concerned about your recent concerts where you are using your voice to rile up the citizens of Hell to rise up against Heaven,

Lucifer: If they summoned us then we must go.

*the royal couple left in a limo sitting at opposite ends of the backseat not even looking at each other, the embassy looked like a fancy church on the inside, a gold scroll appeared showing that they needed to sign in, once in the meeting room that saw a very unconventional angel sitting at the table, he was dressed in white and lavender robes with gold spikes on the high collar, his gloves were made to look like they had demon claws with gold spikes on the knuckles, his head was covered with a helmet with very large black and gold horns, he had a very unamused look on his masked face, what they didn’t know what was that this man was Adam the first man, Lilith’s ex husband and Lucifer’s soulmate*

Adam: It took you two long enough to get here.

Lucifer and Lilith: ADAM!!!!!

*Adam got up and he blushed, the horns making Adam look taller than his six and a half feet height, but what made Lucifer blush and place his notes in front of certain part of his body was the chubby stomach Adam was trying to hide with his robes*

Lucifer internally: Why would Adam want to hide something that beautiful.

Adam: Alright let's get this shit show on the road and get it over with.

This was the first time Lucifer had heard Adam swear, he didn't think that they would allow him to do that up in heaven.

Lilith: At least that's one thing we can agree upon.

Lucifer: So, what is this Extermination Day?

Adam sneered at Lucifer, making the short King feel even smaller under his intense gaze. Even with a mask on he could read Adams every emotion. Was he still mad about Eden?

His face said yes.

Adam: It's exactly as it sounds. Myself and my girls will fly down once a year and kill as many demon scum as we can in a 24 hour period.

Lilith snorted: Can those wings even support your fat ass to fly down?

Lucifer went wide eyed, what the fuck was she doing!?!

Adam glared at her, he spoke through ground teeth: Yes.

Lucifer: All demons?

Adam: No. Just the sinners. And in exchange for not killing any demons born in that pit, you stay out of it and allow us to do what we need to.

@kittenfangirl20

[trashogram]

Post-He Chose You ficlet Pt. 1

Warnings: Random inspiration based on a post I made yesterday about Lucifer’s jealousy. Pt. 2 will be attached smut for Lucifer/Reader.

*** “This evening has been a violent delight, my dear!” Alastor took your hand in his, sidling by so that he could lean in and plant a kiss on your hand while still keeping Charlotte secure and hanging off his neck on the other side. “We simply must do this again! And soon!”

Your expression didn’t change, despite the minute surprise you felt at the gesture. You supposed it was part of his southern gentleman facade, and there was no reason to make a scene out of something so innocuous. Even if he did linger a moment longer than necessary.

Charlotte gaped at the display, tiny mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. At a glance, you could see her thinking hard about it, her little claws slowing down in their relentless petting of Alastor’s hair, and you made a mental note. Given the circumstances, this was likely the first time Charlie had ever seen a man who wasn’t her Dad touching her Mom.

“YES! VIOLENTLY DELIGHTFUL!” The sudden boom of your husband’s normally dulcet voice caused both you and your daughter to jump.

Lucifer came stomping over the foyer, eyes ablaze while he snatched a squeaking Charlotte up from Alastor’s arms and outright shoved Alastor back. His pearly fangs were bared in an enraged snarl, in contrast to Alastor’s manic grin that only widened at the tough treatment.

“But I’m afraid it’s over and that means you go now. So go, go, go!” Lucifer’s words were a jumbled mess as he continued to muscle the overlord toward the magically-opened door.

“Oh my! But I didn’t even get to wish dear Charlotte goodnight!” Alastor said in a voice colored by laughter. He was turned about, halfway out the door with the Devil at his back like an angry bull, with Charlotte having graduated from being held in her father’s arms to raised and wrapped in his windingly long tail.

“Not a problem! She doesn’t need your goodnight — probably won’t even remember you by morning! And neither will we!” Lucifer managed to get the taller demon out the door (or at least Alastor had finally stopped leaning over him like Lucifer was a rest post). “Now, Get Out!”

The command was punctuated by the slamming of the door and the reverberation that had manifested from the King’s ire. He huffed and puffed, streams of smoke siloing out of his slotted nostrils as Alastor’s muffled laughter could be heard just outside.

You had remained rooted to the floor throughout the display, blinking and bewildered. Your gaze was drawn to Charlotte, still held aloft behind her father’s back with her little legs dangling, and you sighed. You walked over to the pair with a straightened spine.

“Lucifer.” You snapped.

Your husband spun around, inadvertently pulling Charlotte out of reach again. She whined in his grip, reaching for you while Lucifer himself looked back and forth between you two as the haze of madness cleared from his eyes.

Charlotte’s grabbed for you as Lucifer’s tail wilted, and she practically leapt into your waiting arms. Lucifer watched at she hid against your chest with a crestfallen expression on his face.

“Wait, I —” He reached out for you both.

You stared him down only a moment longer before swiftly turning on your heels.

—

You held Charlotte close when she began to cry in your arms, soothing her with a gentle rub against her back as she practically dug herself into your body.

“Why’re you crying, baby?” You murmured, nuzzling the top of her head. The little princess only cried harder. “Did Daddy scare you?”

The nod from Charlie was a bit difficult to distinguish from her emphatic trembling, but you’d been getting better at understanding your own daughter.

“Oh Sunshine,” You sighed. “He didn’t mean it. I promise you he didn’t.”

The walk to Charlie’s room was a journey, but you’d been down these halls so many times that you’d come to the door earlier than expected. Your daughter had clung to you the entire way like a baby lemur, crying in the safety of your arms.

“Why did Daddy make Allie leave?” Charlie mumbled against your collarbone when the worst of her sobs had subsided.

“Ohhh,” You shook your head while pulling out the plush comforter and taking a seat on the edge of Charlie’s bed. “He’s probably just tired. Sometimes Daddy acts a little silly when he’s tired.”

You gently set the little girl down, a lump forming in your throat as Charlotte looked up at you, confusion still apparent.

“And you know when Daddy is silly, he likes to keep us close.” You tickled under her chin. “Otherwise he’ll lose his head, and we’ll have to put it back on for him again.”

“And Alastor’s never seen that; it might scare him!”

Charlie’s giggle was like magic, as was the scrunch of her little dotted nose that you leaned in to kiss.

“I don’t think anything could scare Al.” Your daughter whispered conspiratorially, still lingering on you in spite of the brief loss of tension.

You continued to sweep errant golden strands of hair from Charlie’s face, lightly plucking away what had gotten stuck in tear tracks . “Maybe, but you never know…”

—

It was sometime later, when Charlotte had been sufficiently tucked into her powdery-pink bed after being read and sung to, that you strode back out into the hallway.

There you heard the distant sound of music coming from your own bedroom. Even at a distance, you could tell it was too clear and rich to be coming from yours and Lucifer’s antique radio.

With another deep sigh, you headed that way, slowing down just enough to take some of the pins out of your hair. Hopefully your husband hasn’t gone so far as to throw the radio away purely out of association.

Lucifer had played for you before, on a variety of instruments. And while it might’ve given you second-hand embarrassment if any other guy tried to sit you down and have you listen to him fool around with a guitar or piano, with Lucifer it was a treat rather than an chore.

Even now, as he drew a bow across the strings of his fiddle to create a slow, clearly melancholy tune, your body deflated slightly.

Your husband was lost in the music, but you wondered how long it had taken him to fully surrender to it. He looked terrible disheveled from his tousled blond hair to the way his forearms, now free of the confines of his overcoat and gloves, flexed on and off. His posture was poor but his torso and shoulders were tightly coiled and fit to snap.

The carpet under your padded feet dampened the sound of your approach, to the point where you merely ghosted over Lucifer’s shoulders with a delicate hand. Thankfully, your worry that you’d startle the already clearly frazzled King proved unnecessary. He merely stopped playing, arms falling to his sides.

“She hates me now, doesn’t she?” Lucifer stated with a hung head, refusing to turn and look at you even as he leaned into your surer hand soothing his shoulder.

“Charlie will never hate you.” You replied. “I doubt there’s any room in her heart to hate anyone or anything, least of all her Dad who she knows loves her more than anything.”

Lucifer looked over his shoulder at you, anxiety still clearly eating away at him, though he tried to smile.

“She was very understanding when I explained how you were just being silly, actually.” You offered.

“Well that is true.” Lucifer’s laugh was one note and too watery for your liking. “I am silly. A silly old fool, really…”

He gripped your hand, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“Do you hate me?” His voice was small. Earnest. Afraid.

[am-i-interrupting]

hazbin hotel (whoever you want) with an s/o that's just smol. like shorter than Lucifer and maybe 5'1 or 5'0 because I think Lucifer is like 5'3

Husk

He likes the fact that your shorter than him.

He doesn’t really make any comments about your height.

It is clear regardless that he enjoys that he’s taller though.

When he’s feeling cuddly he’ll wrap his arms around your torso and place his head atop yours.

Maybe he’ll wrap you up in his wings. Maybe he’ll rub his face against the back of your neck.

Will come up behind you and just surround you with his presence, hands on your hips, and ask if you need his help grabbing something.

He likes that he can wrap himself around you and swarm you because it lets him know that you’re there, that you’re safe, and he loves nothing more than that knowledge.

Rosie

She can be a bit of a puppeteer to people she cares about.

Constantly having a hand on the shoulder, the back, looped arms. Just constantly guiding.

The fact that your shorter means she might have to bend down a bit more or stretch but she doesn’t mind.

She’ll rest her hand atop your head if it’s closer.

Constant fingers running through and petting your hair.

She will also give you a neck massage while she’s at it which can be very. . . interesting in public.

If you do the Catra & Adora dip from She-Ra, I think she might die again.

Vox

This man made a short joke one time and depending on how you react depends on how he’ll take to doing it in the future.

If you just sort of roll your eyes expect at least one short joke every week.

If you (are like me) pulled him down to your height and threatened him. Never again. He’ll never make one again.

He’s the type to lean against the wall and watch you struggle until you ask him to get something for you and depending on his mood, he might get it for you or he’ll smile and walk away, watching you from his cameras.

Because you’re short, it’s harder for him to kiss you. . .

Unless you’re walking past his chair in which case he’ll grab you by the waist and pull you in his lap and lavish you.

Expect to be picked up and put in tables, counters, against the wall, so he can kiss you and sometimes it’ll be with no warning so here’s to hoping you don’t break his screen in accident.

[libraryraccoon]

Ok I request Azrael x archangel gn reader please (romantic pls)

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Message from Raccoon : it's honestly a little hard to write for Azrael because we know nothing of him-

You and Azrael have known each other for a long time, before the Earth was created.

You had to watch over Heaven and make sure everything was okay. Azrael often accompanied you in your task because he wanted an excuse to escape the paperwork.

He often tells you what some souls did when they were alive and how they died, like this demon killed by a hunter and dogs because they thought it was a deer.

You got closer, and what was supposed to happen happened.

You start to date him.

Now that was fun.

Do you know what the “50 questions to see if we approve you for dating our brother” archangels/family of Big G version is ?

No because you felt like you were being questioned for a serious crime and not dating their brother.

3 hours.

All right ? 3 hours of suffering an interrogation for a crime that wasn't a crime. In the end, they accepted you, apparently it went pretty quickly because you knew them..

You don't even want to know how long it would have lasted if you didn't know them before dating Azrael.

You and Azrael flying together is canon.

You fly at least once a week, and when you don't people think there's a problem.

Literally you and Azrael might just don't want to fly the week, but people will think you've broken up.

There are always angels to come and find out why you don't fly together, even after you tell them to stop.

Although it also helps a lot, in the sense that when you argue there are always angels to help you resolve the problem.

Personal/private life who ?

You know how Viv sold us Lillith x Lucifer ? Not what it's like on the show, but how she sold it, the loving couple everyone wants ? Yeah. It's you and Azrael.

Azrael always plays jokes on you, and you play jokes on him in return.

I can just see you starting a never ending prank war, you creating new jokes so it never ends.

You created most of humanity's jokes, Big G once asked how you had so much imagination for this sort of thing.

Hugs. So there, three possibilities :

If you are shorter than him then you are the little spoon,

Or you are the same size and always change from small spoon to big spoon depending on your mood,

Or you're taller and he's the little spoon.

The one who makes the big spoon must always put their wings around the other.

Whenever one of you is sad, the other always puts their wings around the one who is sad, because it's just comforting and brings a kind of sense of security.

Gabriel is your number 1 shipper. You can't tell me otherwise, he was literally the one who managed to bring you together in the first place.

Lucifer wondered how his brother managed to find someone, especially since Azrael had never seemed interested in love before.

Michael threatened to kill you if you ever hurt his brother... you didn't feel like it was a threat but more of a warning.

You’re glad he never heard about your little arguments.

Despite your little arguments which are rare, you and Azrael are THAT couple that everyone wants.

I just know that some angels come to ask you how you manage to have such a perfect/good couple.

I can see Azrael being sarcastic, so if you are too, know that you are the threat couple from Heaven.

(Second) Message from Raccoon : Writing for a character that we haven't see/know anything about them is so hard ?? I never suspect it to be that hard tbh.

[7-wonders]

what if jessamy lived and matthew was brought in by lucienne as extra help and matthew gets a little crush on jessamy and you notice how matthew seems to be strutting around a lot, his feathers are shiny and he always puffs out his little birdy chest when ever jessamy calls him handsome and theres something that seems familiar but you can't quite place it

until you call morpheus gorgeous when you see him in a new outfit and he somehow seems a little taller, his hair is extra fluffy and he has whatever the dream lords equivalent of a spring in his step is

When Morpheus finally freed himself from his captivity, Lucienne had been faced with a decision to make. Her Lord was determined to find his missing tools immediately, never mind the fact that he was still weak and without any sort of help. While she couldn't do anything about the first part, she could certainly assist with the second. Though Morpheus didn't approve (he was still traumatized by the death of Jessamy, but he would never admit it to anybody, least of all himself), he begrudgingly allowed this new raven, Matthew, to travel with him to Hell.

Imagine their surprise when Lucifer revealed they had taken Jessamy's soul for their own in the hopes that they could use it as a bargaining chip with the Lord of Dreams. This was unacceptable, and so a wager had been made. If Morpheus won The Oldest Game, he got his helm...and Jessamy. If Morpheus lost, then the demon Choronzon got...him.

Thankfully, the former had been the outcome, and Morpheus left Hell with his helm and one more raven than he entered with. But to say there had been some growing pains as the two Ravens of the Dreaming adjusted to both being the Ravens of the Dreaming would be a gross understatement.

That was then though, and this is now. By the time you came into the picture, there were hardly any signs at all that there had been animosity between Matthew and Jessamy. They worked together in harmony now, the perfect team. One could even call them friends...even if Matthew maybe had feelings that were a little more than friendly.

You're in the library with your two feathered friends when Jessamy's head perks up, an obvious sign that Morpheus is summoning her via the mental link he has with his ravens.

"That's me, then." She sighs as though it's a chore to have to go attend to Morpheus, but you know how much she enjoys it. How much she enjoys every moment of her second (third, really) chance at life.

"Official raven business?" you ask.

"The most official." She stands and shakes her feathers out, but stops before taking flight. "Matthew?"

He looks at her in surprise. "Yeah?"

"Your feathers look nice today."

"Oh! I—uh, I flew through a waterfall this morning because I wanted to try something new. Wasn't sure if it would work out."

"It certainly did."

Matthew tries to stutter out an answer. You can hear Jessamy laugh as she swoops off to catch up to Morpheus. If Matthew could blush, you're sure he would be.

He's still staring after her minutes after she's gone, and you can't help your amused smile. "You okay?"

"Absolutely." He nods, his chest puffed out in pride. You stifle a laugh and replace it with a hum, pulling your book up past your face so he can't see just how well you believe him.

These instances, of Jessamy playfully flirting with a head over heels Matthew, are not rare. She enjoys doing it, and who knows? Maybe she feels the same. Their routine is rather sweet, actually, but you can't help the weird sense of deja vu you get when you watch those two dance around each other. You've seen this act before, but where?

The next time you and Jessamy are together, you're both in a position that you did not ever think you'd find yourself in: watching Dream of the Endless play fashion show.

Normally, Morpheus just conjures up whatever look that he wants without a second thought. He can change his appearance at a whim, even though he prefers sticking to his familiar, all-black wardrobe. But this week, he's hosting his siblings. All of them, save his wayward brother, are to be in the Dreaming at the same time for the first time in centuries (Morpheus can't say for certain how long it's been, which is how you know it's been a long time). A "conclave of the Endless," he called it.

Weird way to say you're having a family dinner, but whatever.

Though he'll never admit it, he's nervous. Nervous about his siblings being in his realm, nervous about how the Dreaming looks after having spent so long returning it to its former glory prior to his imprisonment, nervous about proving himself and his power once more. This dinner matters to him, and since you can't be there to support him—he refuses to possibly put you in harm's way and/or at the mercy of cunning and powerful beings who enjoy making mortals their playthings, which you appreciate immensely—he's trying desperately to control the few things that he can, including his outfit choice for the evening.

And there have been a lot of potential choices. Seriously, he's tried on so many outfits that you're starting to lose count. Coats and cloaks, robes and rubies, boots and blacks. It's a dizzying blur by now, and Morpheus looks as done as you feel. He's nothing if not relentless though, so the rigamarole shall continue.

He turns to face you when he's settled on a new choice, and you both look at his outfit with the discerning eye of a critic appraising a work of art. After a few moments, Jessamy, sitting on the back of your chair, is the one to speak up first.

"The collar does not suit you, my Lord."

His gaze goes to you, and the helplessness in his eyes almost makes you say that Jessamy's wrong and you like the look. You'd be lying, though, and you like to think that a core tenet of your relationship is honesty. With that in mind, you grimace and shake your head.

"She's right," you begrudgingly agree.

Huffing is an action that's below Morpheus. It's a very mortal thing to do, so naturally the Ruler of the Nightmare Realms does not huff. If he were to pretend to huff, though, the way that he abruptly turns back around and sighs heavily through his nose would be a very good impression. Your lips twitch when you glance at Jessamy out of the corner of your eye only to see her pulling the exact same move towards you, but you stay silent and go back to the watching and waiting game.

About three outfit changes later, something clicks, and you sit up in your chair in excitement. "Ooh, that's it!"

"You're right," Jessamy echoes your earlier words, only this time in a far more positive connotation.

Morpheus raises an elegant brow. "Elaborate, please."

"That's your outfit for tomorrow," you insist. "You're gorgeous, my love."

He stops fussing with his outfit and looks at you through the mirror. "You truly think so?"

"You look so handsome in that outfit. I mean, you're handsome all the time, but c'mon!" You grin, because how can you not? He's one of the most attractive men (-shaped beings, if one were to be picky) you've ever met in your life, and he's yours.

He holds your gaze for a moment longer, as though attempting to detect any deceit from you, before inspecting his appearance one final time. With a nod and a very small, very self-satisfied smile, he says, "Then I shall wear this tomorrow."

"Perfect." Next to you, Jessamy sighs in relief, and you shoot her a furtive thumbs-up for a job well done.

Since your part in ensuring Morpheus has a successful dinner is complete, you leave the Dreaming hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. What this means is that you're expecting to fall asleep the day after the dinner is scheduled and walk into the worst hurricane that would ever be recorded were it in the Waking. Morpheus likes to act like he has no emotions, but the reality is quite the opposite. In fact, he has so many emotions, and they're all so strong. He just doesn't know how to deal with them, and chooses instead to hide them away until they burst.

Instead of the anticipated disaster zone, everything is...calm. Actually, it's a beautiful day. Think of the nicest spring day, and multiply it by at least 10 (maybe more). That's what this weather is. The sun is out and shining, the temperature is warm but not hot, and everything is in full bloom. Hell, there are actual flower petals dancing through the air right now. Flower petals!

You snag one of the petals and hold it gently between your thumb and forefinger, feeling the silkiness against your skin. "What kind of Disney movie am I in?" you mutter.

You feel Morpheus's presence behind you a mere moment before he asks, "What was that?"

Even with the environmental warning, he still makes you jump, and you turn around to face him. "Hi! How did it go?"

"Far better than I could have expected."

There's something...different about him. His hair looks especially messy and windswept (not that you're complaining, you love that), he's still wearing his special dinner outfit, and did he get taller? You feel like you have to look up just a little bit more to truly look at him so yeah, he definitely got taller.

"Good. I knew it would, though."

"You did?" he asks curiously.

"Of course. I had complete faith in you."

Those starry eyes of his twinkle brightly as he smirks at you, and the realization hits you like a truck. Now you know why Matthew's mannerisms have been so familiar! Because you've seen them before, and you're seeing them now. Morpheus thrives off of your compliments. How...interesting, and a theory that you need to test out immediately.

"I'm really proud of you, y'know." His lips turn upwards into something that's almost a smile, so you continue. "I know how hard this was for you, how much you worried, and you handled it beautifully."

The beautiful flowers surrounding you burst into the air, their petals falling down around you in the multitudes. You start to laugh, but Morpheus doesn't let you make another sound, instead ducking down (from his markedly taller height, mind you) to kiss you. Though you're caught off-guard, you quickly get with the program and return his affections.

"I would like to celebrate with you." He says before moving his lips to your ear, even though nobody around can hear him whisper, "In my chambers."

You pretend to think for a moment, because a moment's all you can spare. "I'm certainly not opposed to such plans."

He pulls you to him in a way that suggests you didn't really get a choice otherwise and grabs his sand from his robes. You press your lips together to hide your smile and happily hold onto him. Oh, you are so using this to your advantage from now on.

[animeshotsh]

Omg I love your makima reader!!! But like what if there was Denji reader👁👁

Like reader is like easy to fall in love with everyone and all that and having Chainsaw abilities just by her heart, and doing basically what denji have done, now that denji reader is in hell what happens when the ey meet the whole characters at the hotel

I see user don’t know lucifer since reader thought hell was actually the hell they went to (let’s call it purgatory where all embodiments of fear lives) but they’re In hell where lucifer rules, what are the characters first thoughts about denji reader

Keep up the good work on ur fics!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

Take some breaks and drink some water🫶🏽🫶🏽

Thanks anon for this amazing idea! And your sweet message 💕 ~

Eh? | Various x Denji!Reader

After dying (finally do you know how much power it takes to kill the chainsaw man?) You end up waking up in a place that resembles a city. A very dirty and bloody one.

Of course you are confused, this cant be hell, hell has lots of doors and its all dark. So what is this? A demon power? A travel to another universe?

Whatever it is you dont care, seeing that you still have your powers its enough. Also, being back to having to steal to survive feels like nothing.

Turns out people here give zero shit towards any type of law violation so of course you end using your powers to attack and defend yourself.

Why are you picking up a pig and why a Demon who looks like a spider its coming towards you?

Angel its a lost of words as you give his little friend back, your body all covered in blood and the chains coming from your arms not suprising him.

More the fact that you look like a lost puppy as you ask what this place is and why he looks like a spider.

~☆~☆~☆

Angel its quick to flirt with you, getting you all flustered and confused. You think you are in love as he takes you back to the hotel.

Thats till you meet Husk who could not care less about you but now has to deal with you asking for drinks and seeing your pathetic attemp to flirt.

~☆~☆~☆

Once Charlie meets you and does break the news to you, you are lose in words...then she offers you to stay for free and have food as long as you dont cause trouble.

Its paradise to you.

~☆~☆~☆

Alastor thinks you are stupid but likes to see you do something and fail, he takes note on how the smallest things brings you joy. The first time he saw you fightning he was suprised to say the least.

~☆~☆~☆

Oh and when you meet Lucifer.

"I thought you would be scarier than Darkness demon was worse...and taller"

Lucifer its now questioning why he is so short and why you were talking to him only to end chasing off one spider.

~☆~☆~☆

You would end being a overlord without knowing you are one. The "meetings" seems more like friends gathering together. The other overlords cant take you seriously at all.

Its thanks to Rosie and Alastor that you end staying during the meetings even if you fall sleep most times.

~☆~☆~

[temis-de-leon]

Day 25 - New Year's kiss

Characters: Mammon x fem!MC

25 kisses challenge Masterlist

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CW: a bit of self insert (my parents are not every one's parents), Mammon is taller than MC and they have a well established relationship, they are whipped for each other

A/N: we're finally here. Time passed so fast, I'm gonna miss this. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Next will be the 500 followers celebration, see you there :) (if you want to ofc)

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“Shit!”

MC could only watch as Mammon kicked the wheel and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. He seemed desperate, embarrassed and defeated, jewellery sparkling under the faint light of the rural streetlamps and eyes glistening with unshed tears. In a way, he also looked beautiful, and MC felt incredibly guilty for the thought alone.

He was wearing a suit, chest buttons opened and sleeves rolled up, ignoring the cold with nonchalance. Lucifer begged him to put on a coat to, at least, pretend that low temperatures did bother him a little, but Mammon wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t ignore his older brother’s suggestions. In the end, the coat ended up on MC’s shoulders.

The cold cut her skin when she got out of the car, but what hurt her the most was Mammon’s avoidant gaze. He was ashamed, but there was no way he could've known the engine would fail and leave them stranded out of town. The car wasn’t even his! It was rental!

“Things like this happen” she said in a low tone, grabbing the belt loops in his pants to pull him close to her. A blush immediately appeared on his cheeks and MC wasn’t able to hide her smile on time.

“Do they, tho’?”

“It’s an old car, so yeah”

“Well, it wouldn’t have if Lucifer let me bring my Lexura” he groaned, messing up his hair again “It’s his fault”

“It’s no one’s fault”

MC’s interruption went unnoticed and Mammon kept complaining to the air, growing aggravated without letting her get too far, her fingers still anchored to the loops.

She could understand him. It wasn’t the first time they celebrated the new year as a couple, but it would’ve been the first time spending it with her family. It was a milestone in their relationship he was eager to reach and the disappointment was evident in his face.

“You can fly us there and we can spend time with them still”

“But we’re not gonna be with them when the year starts”

His voice was meek, truly beaten, as if not being there when the year ends would bring bad luck to the new year. A superstitious thought that she wouldn’t have assigned to him before, but maybe this first impression was far more important to him than MC believed to be.

“Baby, come on… I swear it’s okay”

MC called his name, moving her arms to hug his waist, and a wave of relief covered her body when he hugged her back and let his cheek rest on top of her head. Although she couldn’t see him anymore, she knew he was blushing and that made her smile.

Not that far away, crossing the darkness of the countryside and beaming with street lights and firecrackers, the sound of chimes broke the silence. People screamed in excitement and anticipation and Mammon sighed with sadness. Only half a minute of the year remained and they were lost in the middle of the road, the asphalt too old for her to comfortably walk on and the distance too long for them to arrive in less than forty minutes.

Her parents would have to wait, but she knew they wouldn’t feel insulted. And frankly, it’s not like she was sad either. She was with Mammon, after all, listening to the weak ringing of the chimes with poorly hidden joyful agitation, and the closer they got to midnight, the faster her heart beat.

Mammon looked at her in surprise, keeping her close to shield her from the cold. The artificial light from above crowned his hair like a halo and MC was too happy to comment on the irony.

“Are you seriously okay with this?”

“Of course I am! As long as I start each new year with you, I’ll always be okay!”

The chimes got louder and people started to scream the countdown. Only 12 seconds left.

They were both smiling like idiots, the disappointment of not arriving on time slowly disappearing. MC stood on her tiptoes and Mammon leaned down.

“Stop being so cute, dammit”

She chuckled and he kissed her and the scream got louder. Fireworks exploding in the air while he spread his hands across her back and she cradled his face, keeping him where he was for a few more seconds before he managed to pull away.

With eyes half closed and a flushed expression, he murmured against her lips.

“Happy New Year, treasure”

“Happy New Year, Mammon”

MC smiled while he kissed her, repeating the gesture again and again until they started laughing. Then, they kissed once more.

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[libby-for-life]

maybe a oneshot of pilot!Lucifer and Canon!Lucifer fighting for Adam's 🍑, ofcourse they share him in the end 😏

pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻👀

Oooohhhhh, I love this idea.

Adam honestly didn't know how this was happening...there were two Lucifers? His eyes traveled to the one least familiar. This one was much taller and looked...well, more intimidating. He was still shorter than Adam but he was taller than the Lucifer he was used to.

What really got him so flustered right now was that they were both arguing about who had more right to fuck him.

"I've known him longer!" His Lucifer said as he glared at his taller counterpart. The taller one chuckled condescendingly. "Really? Do you? I'm not even from here and I find that hard to believe~."

"Why you little fuck!"

"I think you'll find you're the only short one here. I know he'd enjoy my cock more."

"Oh, please! I have him begging every night to Daddy!"

Adam was trying not to die. God, why was this happening?! What would Charlie do in this situation? He wanted all the fighting to stop!

"Guys!" Both heads swiveled to him in shock. Great, he had their attention. Now, what would Charlie do? She was good at stopping fights.

"Sharing is caring, right?"

He had wished he had chosen better words because the looks he was being given were downright feral.

"Sharing is caring, hm?" The tall one said, walking up to him with a smirk.

"Well, when you put it like that..." His Lucifer added, appearing at Adam’s side and grabbing his ass. Adam was too shocked to move.

"What do you say, old pal? Want to share?" His Lucifer said, grinning at his taller counterpart part. The taller one nodded. "You heard from Adam himself. Sharing is caring."

"Wait! This isn't what I meant!" Adam yelped as four hands roamed his chubby body. He was eternally glad this was happening in Lucifer's palace and not somewhere like the hotel.

"But you said it yourself, dear." The tall one said. "And we're going to share you all night long."

Adam whimpered as the two Devils laughed. He..he wasn't going to be able to walk for a week, wasn't he?

XxX

Adam moaned at the cock in his throat. He didn't even have to move since his Lucifer was fucking him hard enough to rock him into his counterpart's dick every time. His eyes were cloudy with lust and he yelped every time a tail slapped his ass.

"So good for us, Adam. Such a good little lamb." The taller crooned, his voice an octave lower to show how much he was enjoying seeing Adam be spit-roasted.

"The best lamb!" His Lucifer growled.

Adam could only whimper as he knew this was the first of many rounds.

[fizziepopangel]

“I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything…”

Touch and words of affirmation are his top love languages. He’s been through a lot that’s really shaken his confidence and his beliefs. Hearing someone actively reassure or compliment him is a huge boost for him, as is feeling something solid and consistent in the form of touch (especially when these come from someone he cares for).

Lucifer absolutely blasts show tunes and sings at the top of his lungs while he’s in the shower.

Flirting goes straight over his head sometimes since people often use the “did it hurt when you fell from heaven” bit on him and it usually results in him trauma dumping and showing them the actual physical scars he has from literally falling from  heaven…. He never understands why people seem to drop out of the conversations after since they did ask him.

He frequently uses the phrase “I knew him personally, so I know that God only lets things grow until they’re perfect. Some people get there sooner than others.” when someone makes fun of his height.

He sleeps in duck footie pajamas that Vaggie gifted him on his first father’s day since he and Charlie began talking again. Though she was embarrassed to give him a gift, he was absolutely over the moon excited since this means that his daughter’s girlfriend likes him.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the inhabitants of the hotel, Lucifer has a rubber duck that resembles them all. He often has to remake Alastors because when he’s upset with him, he tends to take his anger out on the Alastor-themed duck. At least one radio demon duck gets destroyed a week.

Eats candied apples religiously

He only wears the hat to look taller. Alastor knows this and frequently steals his hat and then pokes fun at his height as the king of hell wanders around looking for the accessory.

Lucifer loves animals so once a month he gathers all the pets (this included Razzle and Dazzle prior to Dazzle’s death) of the hotel for a little playdates. He buys them cute little outfits, takes them to pet parks to play, buys them each a new toy, and gets them hell’s version of a pup cup.

Yes, he did try to take Husk once because he does in fact view the man as a giant kitty that he really wants to win over…. And yes, Husk does go once, he regrets it immediately.

Despite them not exactly seeing eye to eye (partially because of the height difference), Lucifer and Alastor both enjoy cooking and get together with snacks to watch their favorite cooking show once a week. It started by accident, but since it became a weekly occurrence, they put aside their differences for the one night to enjoy the show together.

Lucifer bakes muffins and banana bread every weekend. He even teaches Niffty how to do it, she’s a flour covered mess by the end of it and her bread usually comes out rock hard and her muffins rarely rise, but Lucifer actually really enjoys the company and he finds the tiny woman rather amusing to spend time with.

After reconnecting with Charlie, Lucifer made it a point to have father/daughter dates once a month in an attempt to get to know her again. After realizing how big a role Vaggie plays in her life, he would start inviting her out with them too and referring to her as his future daughter in law.

He absolutely hates geese.

Lucifer keeps his wings tucked away for most of the time when they aren’t needed, but he usually sleeps with them unfurled and spread across the bed when it’s warm out, or with them wrapped around himself when he’s cold.

While most people would think that the big boss of hell would be the all business type that drinks his coffee black, he actually prefers a soothing warm tea to coffee when given the option…. But if he has to have coffee, he usually has a cup that tends to be more creamer than coffee and it has to be tooth rottingly sweet.

There’s a cabinet in the Hazbin Hotel kitchen full of mugs. Lucifer has 4 duck themed mugs in that cabinet… there were 6 but Alastor “accidentally” broke two.

Lucifer keeps one of Charlie’s baby photos in the pocket of his jacket, but as their relationship improves, he keeps a newer photo of the two of them together in his pocket with it too.

There’s a cabinet in the Hazbin Hotel kitchen full of mugs. Lucifer has 4 duck themed mugs in that cabinet… there were 6 but Alastor “accidentally” broke two.

Lucifer keeps one of Charlie’s baby photos in the pocket of his jacket, but as their relationship improves, he keeps a newer photo of the two of them together in his pocket with it too.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

One day Adam is bored and decided to snoop through Lucifers search hisotry.

Adam: Hmm. Looks pretty normal for that dork. Begins depressing…

‘If your wife left and hasn’t made contact after seven years, does that mean she no longer loves you?’

‘How to talk to your astranged daughter?’

‘How to answer phone calls from said daughter and sound normal?’

Adam: pretty standard for him…okay he gets a bit aggressive later…

‘Best ways to kill a deer?’

‘How to kill a deer and not get caught?’

‘How to make sure your daughter likes you more than a fucking deer?’

‘How to get taller?’

Adam snorts at the last search option before clicking on the next month: okay. Seems somewhat normal. Very duck oriented

‘Cute duck pictures’

‘How to sneak ducks into a hotel without being noticed?’

‘How to confidence daughter to fill her hotel with ducks?’

‘Purchased ‘1’ duck onesie.’

Adam: huh. Okay, he’s pretty normal for a dork. Next month - wait

‘How to make your enemy like you?’

‘How to tell your enemy you want to climb him like a jungle gym?’

‘How to send divorce documents to heaven?’

‘Have to ignore your enemies chest.’

Adam awkwardly shifting on the chair: um please tell me he didn’t search up everything - and he did

‘How to not be your enemies enemy anymore?’

‘How to show you care for your not-enemy?’

‘Date ideas in Hell?’

Adam groaning: at least he never used my name. Anybody who happens to see his search history won’t be able to tell it’s me he’s talking about…oh for fuck sake

‘Secret Adam photos in Heaven’

‘Adam, the first man and father of humanity’

‘What things would Adam the first man like?’

‘How to win Adams heart?’

Adam whining: why is he so embarrassing? Okay it can’t get any worse then this can it?

‘How to tell your boyfriend you want to touch his chest?’

‘What is a breast fetish?’

‘How to stop thinking about boyfriends cute breasts?’

‘How to tell boyfriend you really like his breasts?’

‘Purchased ‘1’ cow onesie.’

Adam covering his face: for fuck sakes

‘How to tell boyfriend you fantasies about him pregnant?’

‘I want to knock up my boyfriend’

‘How to make sure your boyfriend doesn’t stay mad at you?’

‘I did it. My boyfriend is pregnant. How to tell him? He doesn’t know about the spell.’

‘How to control yourself so you don’t knock up boyfriend again when the baby is born?’

‘How to purpose?’

‘Best purposes spots in Hell’

‘Advise needed. I want my boyfriend pregnant again in our wedding day.’

Adam closing down the computer: that’s enough of that for today…

HAHAHAHA

Lucifer you ain't slick, delete your search history bud.

Adam is forever scared lol

[da-rulah]

Can I have Copia with a reader who was harassed out In public but they Beat their ass? I’m in a mood today lol!

Also take care of yourself ❤️❤️

I'm assuming you mean reader beats their ass while copia just kinda stands there like 😳

and i like this idea, so i can oblige... (i hope your day got better btw!)

TW/ asshole man in a dive bar, harrassment, language, mild violence

A quiet drink. That had been the idea... When Copia had asked you for a quiet drink, just the two of you, away from the bustle of touring with the Ghost project, you had jumped at the idea.

You'd both been pretty stressed on this tour - equipment malfunctions, venues trying to push you out based on your beliefs, abhorrent weather...

So a quiet drink, with your beloved, sounded wonderful.

Until it wasn't.

Copia and you sat at the bar, turned towards each other on your stools and sipping on cocktails you were getting him to try. So far, he was enjoying a fruity 'zombie', only appealing to him for the name and the fact you had told him it tasted like one of his tropical juice boxes he loved so much.

You were giggling at his "Mmmmhhmmmmmm, delizioso!" when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Well hey there, pretty darlin'," a thick southern accent came from the tall, burly, hairy man stood behind you, leaning on the bar with a toothpick between his teeth.

Quite the typical southern gentleman, you thought to yourself. Complete with lumberjack costume, it would seem.

"Uh... hi," you awkwardly smiled.

"You come here often?" he asked as you turned your back to him. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic cliché and turned back to him, annoyance bubbling away beneath the surface.

"Just when I'm looking for a sacrifice, really," you mocked.

"What?" he scrunched his nose in disgusted confusion.

"What?" you mimicked, mock disgust in your own expression. The stranger shook his head to pass the moment and continued.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, already flagging down the bartender who waltzed on over, until eh saw your dark stare and small shake of your head and turned on his heels in the opposite direction, too afraid to even attempt it...

"No," you deadpanned.

"Why not?" Lucifer, this guy was persistent. Copia shuffled on his stool, uncomfortable and unsure of how to help. This guy was at least a foot taller than him, wider too, and he felt small in comparison.

"You can't afford it," you shrugged. The lumberjack stood up from his leaning position, puffing out his chest in anger.

"I fuckin' can," he argued, trying his best to intimidate you where you sat - as if that was gonna make you say 'sure, Mr. Lumberjack, now I'm smitten and want to get married and have lots of little lumberjacks with you'.

You swivelled on your stool, looking him up and down slowly, brows knitting in confusion at his appearance.

"Oh, so you... dress like this... for fun?"

"The fuck is wrong with you, bitch?" he raised his voice at you, squaring up to you. Copia stood quickly, coming between you both in a show of sudden protection. It was instinctual, at this point.

"Hey, man," he said, sounding less than confident... "don't talk to her like that," he defended.

"The fuck you gon' do about it, huh?" This caveman doesn't understand full sentences, huh? He pushed Copia's shoulders, making him stumble into you. You kept him upright with a hand on his back.

"She doesn't want a drink with you, she's my girlfriend and she's having a drink with me, eh?" Copia was getting mad now, opting for defending your honour.

"Your girlfriend? HA! This bitch got weird fuckin' taste, man," he chuckled, pushing Copia again.

You saw red then, the stress of touring and the anger at this stronzo culminating into an amalgamation of absolute rage. You stood up, coming between your Papa and this ridiculous man, pushing him back and making him take a step.

"Bitch, what are you-" he began, until you interrupted him with a deafening SLAP to his face. He held his cheek, starting to step to you again but you didn't give him the chance, pushing him back paired with a swift kick to swipe his legs from under him.

Copia watched on, frozen in shock with eyes wide. When you turned back to him, he looked like a little lost puppy dog.

You looked down at the heap of a man you'd floored and smirked, pulling Copia to you by his shirt and slamming your lips to his - clearly a display of 'fuck you, I'm his and his only'.

Copia's arms flailed as you pulled him, only composing himself to kiss you back as the lumberjack stood and strode off in a huff, muttering about how much of a bitch you were.

When you drew your lips from Copia, you held him still by the shirt, smirking.

"Let's get out of here," you invited, a sultry hint to your voice - a promise of more displays of dominance to come through the evening. "Get your coat," you ordered.

He nodded wordlessly, scrambling to get his coat from the back of his stool and running to catch up to you, already striding proudly out of the bar.

Copia was in for a night of stress relief that he'd never forget...

[forlorn-crows]

Could you do 11 with Sunny and Cirrus please ❤️

#11 . . . in joy

Cirrus is drained, tired from her temples to her toes. The ride home had been full of nothing but bumps and chatter; Lucifer bless him, Mountain had tried to soothe her while her mate flitted about excitedly with Aeon and Aurora, practically sticking their faces to the bus windows while they perched on the skinny sofa, butts in the air and tails wagging in tandem. While the steady arm around her shoulders and the earth ghoul's calming scent was nice (even if it was overpowered with bright, citrusy excitement once they pulled into the abbey's long drive), Cirrus needs, more than anything, a long hot bath in solitude and semi-darkness.

It's all she's thinking about as they disembark. All she looks forward to as she drags her belongings in an oversized tote bag down the narrow steps, locating her luggage from one of the siblings sent out to help them and the rest of the crew unload. Just a nice, relaxing soak with some oils and bubbles, a glass of wine in the hand that's draped over the porcelain side.

The fantasy floats away the second she steps inside the vestibule and sees her through the small crowd of people. A curly copper head with warm brown horns bouncing up and down excitedly next to a certain quintessence ghoul's shoulder.

Sunshine.

Cirrus drops her bags next to a nearby pillar, hardly caring if her tote falls over and spills all its contents. All she cares about---Cumulus too, from the sounds of it---is getting that warm, beautiful girl of a ghoul back into her arms again.

Her gasp and subsequent squeal ring out over the din of the group, and the three of them barrel towards each other through the throng of people.

Cirrus reaches her first, Sunny practically crashing into her and jumping into her arms simultaneously.

"Cir!" she cries into her neck. "Oh I missed you so much!"

The taller ghoulette squeezes her tight. "Missed you too, sunbug. C'mere." Cirrus pulls back and cups Sunshine's face, pulling her into a kiss. She could nearly cry at the surge of joy and relief that floods her chest at the touch of her lips, slotting together like no time has passed.

She must linger a little too long, because Cumulus pipes up beside her. "Cirrrr," she whines impatiently. "Let me have a turn or I'm gonna explode!"

Sunshine laughs, as pretty as a windchime in a summer breeze. "There's plenty of me to go around, Lucy." She smiles wide and reaches for her, and Cumulus pulls her into a near bone-crushing hug. Sunny just squeals and laughs, soaking it all in.

Cirrus thinks she can forego the bath, at least for the moment, if it means she can bathe in Sunshine's warmth and love instead.

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

Eve demon design, Forbidden Fruits AU

Hazbin's style is a good excuse to really indulge in more out there ideas and I would recommend, I haven't this much fun designing a character in a while, it really got me out of comfort zone

she is shorter than Charlie, but taller than Lucifer, only barely

General idea is Eve has come to replace the tree of knowledge as the running faucet through which evil leaks into our world, the apple has taken root and grows out from her, it comes with some cool powers but it also kinda trying to eat her alive so she has to keep it from expanding to much, she stops paying attention for too long and the bark starts spreading and before she knows it she rooted to the ground and hurling up black vile

also some birth horror imagery because whats an interpretation of Eve without birth horror

Wanted to make her sinner form contrast with how Lilith had not died and received a demon form in the same way while also making both of them contrast next to Lucifer as human woman, which really just came down to giving her a nose but tell me how well it worked

She is a Morningstar however she gets so very weird if you try to treat her like royalty like, yes, theoretical she's a Queen of Hell but in spirit she's more a court jester/royal advisor

She's a dude, a bro, a dudebro even, a punk to Adam's frat and some alt to mix in with Lu and Li's musical tastes

A good partner for Adam, the devotion and tolerance of his bullshit as Lute but with the willingness to give just as much shit back without taking it all too seriously

Yes she does love Adam, she spent her entire life with him even after the apple, then they got send to different afterlives which would have been a hurtle for any relationship without Adam's extreme hatred of sinners and the exterminations while Eve still cares for all their descendants as her own children

her feelings are complicated, to say the least