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cryptidghostgirl · 9 months ago

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so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

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Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

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Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

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radioisntdead · 20 days ago

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idea: A Vox who joined the Hotel to ~~win Alastor over and be with him romantically~~ get redeemed, and disregards Reader who is friends with Alastor because they’re a powerless sinner that’s like Charlie, only when he’s about to confess to Alastor, he finds them alone in a room lovey dovey.

of course, don’t feel pressured to do this, but i thought this was a funny ~~but sad for Vox~~ idea. Have a good day, my fellow Hazbin Hotel enjoyer!

Good evening my dear! I had so much fun with this request I do hope you enjoy!

Stupid tv

Alastor x reader, Radiosilence

Song used

Vox had been pinning over Alastor for several decades now, unrequited love that costed him their friendship, a love that was obsessive and far from understanding, a love that he thought he was owed.

And so he decided to join that pathetic little hotel that Alastor was involved in with Lucifer's little princess under the guise of wanting to 'redeem himself' but in all reality his plan was to win Alastor over, seduce him into falling head over hooves in love with him and together they'd rule the media, TV and radio? The perfect team wouldn't you agree?

Unfortunately there was one obstacle, a thorn in his side, a real annoyance.

You.

Honesty he was somewhat convinced that you and little miss delusional were related only to find out that you were just another worthless little sinner that for SOME reason kept close to Alastor, honestly it was a wonder the radio demon hadn't shoo'd you away, he chopped it up to not wanting to rock the ship with miss redemption hotel.

Am I a toy to you, my love?

Just a thing to play and

Then throw away

Vox did what he could to get into Alastor's rather tightly closed heart, but each time he was shut down.

"Alastor Ahaha, We should-" "I must decline I have prior commitments." He didn't even let him finish his sentence! Just shut him down before walking off to lace his arm through yours!

He didn't even participate in the hotels stupid activities, which he was G R E A T at by the way, he always won at the trust falls or the art therapy.

Doesn't matter what Vaggie said about it not being a competition, he was WINNING.

Vox was extremely irritated when he asked the princess on where was Alastor during on if their activities, the alcoholic cat in the hat and one eyed McGee had to participate so why wasn't he there?!

Only to hear that Alastor rarely participated in them.

He really shouldn't have been surprised about that.

I never asked for this

I always did my best

Without your love, I am a broken mess

On the other side it was the end of a heart aching, horror movie coded, extremely slow slow burn between you and Alastor.

A couple of months before Vox waltzed on in trying to win Alastor's favor, well, you took a couple shots of whiskey and chugged then down before drunkenly creating a PowerPoint presentation on how you felt about him, passing out only to be found by the radio demon himself.

It was a rather embarrassing confession but it got you and Alastor going out at least!

Alastor was never one for public displays of affection, the most you got was arms interlocked or a kiss on the hand.

And you didn't mind, It was sweeter when he would gingerly hold your hand, or place a kiss on your face, or be used as a chew toy because for some unholy reason he liked to bite.

Ooh now I'm never enough

Ooh and it's almost too much

Ooh for me to work, I need a human's touch

You'd admit you found Vox's attempts on gaining Alastor's heart hilarious! For someone who prided himself on knowing everyone's business he didn't even know that the man he was pinning over's heart already belonged to another.

You wondered how long it would take for him to realize that he had no chance, and you wondered what his reaction would be, you hoped that he wouldn't take his anger out on you, the one who held Alastor's heart in their powerless hands.

I'm just a toy to you, my love

Just a thing to play and

Then throw away

It actually took Mister 'Trust in us, Voxtech' a while to figure it out, after he was trying to find Alastor.

And it wasn't even on purpose he found out because Niffty was cleaning the halls and accidentally rammed into the door of the radio station cracking it ever so slightly.

Just enough to let the 1920's music leak out catching the attention of the TV man.

His hands darted to his bowtie, straightening it out before making sure he looked presentable.

He took a step ready to knock on the door before catching the glimpse of Alastor and you dancing rather closely together.

Honestly it would've been nothing to him, he had seen him dancing with Rosie or whatever her name was, Mitski? Mindy? Oh, Mimzy, Before.

But the way he was looking at you.

I need a human's touch, but

You don't need me

It was the way Vox had always wished Alastor would look at him.

I need a human's touch, but

I'm obsolete

How did you manage to get him to look at you like that? What did you have that he didn't?

He was an overlord, he owned the BIGGEST tech company in hell, he was on par with Alastor, and yet?

You an ordinary sinner, who didn't have much to offer, had won his heart.

This was unfair, it was unfair.

UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR

UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFA҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉

҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉

We were still going strong

I never did you wrong

He HAD KNOWN ALASTOR LONGER THEN YOU, HE WAS BETTER THEN YOU IN SO MANY WAYS.

Until the new me came along

Ooh it was just you and me

Cold blue screening anger ran throughout Vox, messing with the hotels electricals, lights flickered, bulbs blew out and phones glitched out.

Catching the attention of not only you and Alastor but everyone else.

"Vox! What the fuck?!" Vaggie could be heard yelling from below.

Ooh we were such a good team

Now I'm alone on the boulevard of broken screens

Vox snapped briefly out of his anger as he heard footsteps approach the door, whether it was you or Alastor he didn't stay around to find out.

With a snap of his fingers he was gone into some device and the hotels electricity was back to normal.

Just a thing to play and

Then throw away

Vox appeared in his own hotel room, the room cold and shark themed, Vark raised his head as Vox plopped himself on the bed, his flat TV head perfectly flat on the bed.

I need a human's touch, but

You don't need me

I need a human's touch, but

I'm obsolete

Vark nudged him with his paw trying to get his attention, "Not now Vark," he said muffled ever so slightly muffled as he was still screen first into the bed.

Vark just laid beside him as Vox rebooted.

I need a human's touch, but

You don't need me

It was hours before Vox had appeared again, just in time for another one of Charlie's activities, some type of stage play, you were separated from the rest, watching from the bar as you sipped whatever drink was in your hand.

Alastor was nowhere to be seen, which Vox took the opportunity to sit next you and watch the hotel residents make a fool of themselves.

You didn't take notice of Vox until he spoke up,

"You know, I really don't get it,"

You looked at him like he was stupid for a second before speaking, "The show? It's not really that complicated it's the-" "No, what? I meant you and Alastor!"

"Oh, I was wondering when you were going to figure it out," you took a sip of your drink as he stared at you, "How? Why you? Why not me? What do you have that I don't??" He asked claws digging into the bottom of his seat, piercing the leather.

"Honesty Vox?" He stared at you intently, what was it? How could he acquire it?

I need a human's touch, but

"I don't know, he just loves me for some reason, and I love him."

I'm obsolete

He just, loves you for some reason? That's all?

What kinda cheesey answer was that??

He opened his screen mouth to say something but was interrupted by clapping, the little stage show had ended.

"Bravo Angel, Husk!" Charlie said wiping a tear from her face "That was great!"

You got up from your seat to join the congratulating leaving Vox alone at the bar.

I need a human's touch

The door slammed as Vox powerwalked into the Vee's tower, "I take it your plans to win over the radio demon failed?" Velvette asked not looking up from her phone, "Shut up."

Good evenin' folks! I heard this song thanks to an OC animatic and it just IMMEDIATELY FIT THIS fic!

Also as of posting I'm about to go to a pumpkin patch, expect pictures of my pumpkin, and a pumpkin fic because PUMPKINS, also I edited near my extended family and I'm posting while right next to my mother, I would WIN at fanfiction extreme sports

I do hope you enjoyed and as always thank you for tunin' on in!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin alastor x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you

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potionorchard · 9 days ago

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You see, I'm excited for the Vees to be the main antagonists of Season 2 cos I wanna know who's the weak link in this fucked up little group.

Their downfall can happen in so many ways on each of their shoulders.

They could lose Velvette, their "backbone", who's their social promoter, and the most focused and observant of the Vees. She may be the youngest overlord, but she knows how to extract information and how to pick apart people so easily to get what she wants. What happens if she goes first or fucks up? Vox and Val on their own would be a real sight to see.

Or! You have Vox's unhinged obsession with Alastor and wanting to best/destroy him. What if it gets so bad, he neglects Val and Velvette? And they wind up leaving him to himself? That or he burns them out and drags them down with him with the depravity of his obsession with Alastor? What if it gets them killed? It would be so rough but I would love to see it.

And of course, there's Val's contract with Angel. Odds are, Charlie and the gang ain't gonna let his abuse slide for much longer. If there's anyone the fan base would reward the narrative for killing off, it's surely Val. And while I would personally hate that (sorry I find him intriguing), I would like to see what it does to Vox and/or Velvette if he went first...

It could go any which way, and I'm dying to know how it happens.

#or maybe I'm just so thirsty for those fucked up Vee interactions #trust me #hazbin hotel #the vees #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #polyvees #poly vees #staticmoth #staticdoll #shoutout to the mutual who let me know the VoxVel ship name.#i owe ya #dollmoth #mothdoll #<3

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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year ago

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My time has come😈

I absolutely love a xShy!reader 😍

Alright, let me start with my current obsession... Bill Weasley.

I am pretty, PRETTY, sure he's massive flirt when he wants to, but he would be the sweetest flirt of all, obviously.

Like, let's say they work together, he compliments her everyday, leaving little notes here and there and, purposely being caught while looking at her and smiling at her. She would be so confused until he FINALLY ask her out and she'd be like "Uh? Me?" And Bill would simply nod.

And BE. AN. ABSOLUTE. GENTLEMAN!

OMG YES! I love this so much! and I love writing for Bill! thanks for requesting him 🥰🥰🥰 Warnings: none Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Surprise

"Hello, love" you heard that beautiful voice. You slowly turned your head up to reveal the fact that your suspicions were right when you saw your favorite redhead man of all time.

"B-Bill" you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn. "Y-you're back" you said, happily.

"I am" he said, smirking.

You knew that he would be back today. Not that you were counting the days or anything, but you did remember the last time you saw him he said he would be back this week. You did sometimes spend your days with your mind wandering off to the eldest of the Weasleys.

You weren't going to lie. You did prefer when Bill was here. Not only because that meant he hadn't been killed off somewhere in Egypt while doing his job, but you found yourself slowly falling for him. He was this tall, handsome, brave, adventurous, funny, and absolutely enthralling man. Completely opposite to you and your boring desk job at Gringotts.

He was also the kindest person you had ever met and he would always make you laugh. Whenever he was around he always did little things for you. Like getting you a cup of tea, or leaving you little notes on your desk so you would have a great day.

He would always bring you something too. A book he thought you would like, or he once brought you a small dragon figurine from when he visited his brother Charlie in Romania. Small details that you secretly loved and made you fall more in love with him every time you saw him.

"I've got a surprise for you" he said, placing a beautiful teacup on your desk with your tea perfectly made.

"You g-got me a teacup?" you asked, smiling brightly at him.

"I remembered last time I was here you said yours was broken and you had to use the boring mugs of the office" he chuckled, making your heart skip a beat. Not only because of his beautiful smile, but...

"Y-you remember that?"

"Of course, I remember, love" he smiled.

"Thank you, so much, B-Bill" you smiled, grabbing the teacup. "I'm sorry, I don't have anything for you. I thought you would come in a few days and I left it at home-"

"You didn't have to get me anything" he smiled.

"Neither did you" you smiled.

"I know" he said, smirking brightly at you. "But I wanted to" he insisted. "As soon as I saw that teacup, it reminded me of you" he told you as you felt your heart beat faster.

"H-how long are you staying?" you asked him, trying not to sound so nervous.

"Well, I've got good news, love" he said, grabbing a chair from the empty desk next to you and pulling it to sit by your side. "I'm here indefinitely" he informed you.

"W-what? What do you mean indefinitely?" you asked, confused. "I mean, I know what indefinitely means, I'm just confused b-because" you stopped, looking at him. Bill was staring back at you with the most lovely gaze you had ever seen. "S-sorry, I'm rambling" you chuckled.

"I don't mind it, love" he told you. "But, to answer to your question, I'm moving back home" he said.

"Y-you are? What about Egypt? I thought you loved it there" you told him.

"I do" he sighed. "It's a long story, but I actually don't mind being back since I asked for a desk job and well, it looks like we're going to be neighbors" he said, pointing at the desk on your side.

"Y-you uh- really?" you asked, feeling your heart beating the fastest you've ever felt it. You were going to see Bill here. Every day. Next to you.

"Really" he nodded. "As I see it this is the biggest perk of being back" he smiled. "Well that and... I also wanted to ask you something" he said, grabbing your hand and holding it in his.

"S-sure" you said, feeling as if your heart could explode at any moment.

"Well, since I just moved back here, I would truly love it if my favorite person shows me around and maybe goes out with me to have dinner tonight?"

It took you a bit too long to comprehend what was happening. William Arthur Weasley was asking you out. You.

"Y-you mean me?"

"Of course, I mean you, love" he smiled. "I mean, if that is okay with you, I don't want you make you feel uncomfortable or anything so I understand if you-"

"I would love to" you said, smiling at him being the one nervously (and adorably) rambling now.

"Y-you would?" he asked, hopefully, and you nodded.

"Yes" you smiled back at him.

"Brilliant!" he said, getting up and kissing your cheek. "So, I can be back in a couple of hours when your shift is done" he explained. "Is that okay?" he asked, getting up and pulling you with him.

"That sounds great" you smiled, biting your bottom lip.

"Merlin, I really wanted to do this tonight but... can I kiss you? I missed you so much and you look so beautiful and... to be honest with you it's the only thing I have been thinking for the last few months" he chuckled, making you laugh a little.

"I thought I was the only one" you smiled as he leaned down to kiss you. And it was everything you had always thought it was. Perfect.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it :)

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley dialogue

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kokushibosbestie · 2 months ago

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OOOOH. I've seen ur playlists. Ngl, they're SUPER accurate...

Idk if u watch MHA, if not feel free to ignore me lol.

But anywayssssss I was wondering if you could do Dabi? If you haven't already anyways. :3

Luv u <3

౨ৎ Toya Todoroki / Dabi Playlist ౨ৎ

A/N: OFC I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! I luv u too! >_<

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey Blow - Kesha

Insane - Black Gryph0n, Baasik Monster - Lady Gaga Bye Bye Bye - NYSNC I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes Treat You Better - Shawn Mendes exes - Tate McRae greedy - Tate McRae You Broke Me First - Tate McRae Worth It - Fifth Harmony, Kid Ink One Dance - Drake 10 Things I Hate About You - Leah Kate Maniac - Conan Gray Attention - Charlie Puth How Long - Charlie Puth Can't Hold Us - Maklemore & Ryan Lewis, Ray Delton Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer Blood // Water - grandson Hell's Comin' With Me - Poor Man's Poison Human - Rag'n'Bone Man ur not hot - callmespice GOSSIP - MANESKIN Done For Me - Charlie Puth, Kehlani Ick - Lay Bankz Sweet Dreams (Sky Like Dreams) - Ferdinand fka Left Boy Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer Toxic - Britney Spears Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored - Ariana Grande 34+35 - Ariana Grande Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande motive - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato Need to Know - Doja Cat You Right - Doja Cat My Oh My - Camila Cabello Walls Could Talk - Halsey hot girl bummer - blackbear Runway Walk - Demrick, Brevi Fuck You Forever - VRSTY Sick - VRSTY Cloud City - VRSTY Petty Trappin - SLAVES Warning from My Demons - SLAVES Let This Haunt You - SLAVES Back to the Roots - SLAVES MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - VRSTY (Rock Cover)

I used to be OBSESSED with this guy for absolutely no reason. Maybe it was the blue eyes. I have a tendency for liking anime guys with blue eyes/black or white hair 😭. Anyway, I definetely think he'd privately listen to Doja Cat and Ariana Grande, as well as VRSTY and SLAVES. And yes, I used to watch BNHA. Hope you like it and feel free to request more! <3

NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS BEING USED / MENTIONED ARE MINE, ONCE AGAIN THEY ARE NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO ORIGINAL POSTERS / CREATORS!!!

#bnha dabi #mha dabi #toya todoroki #dabi x reader #toya todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #playlist #dabi playlist #dabi fluff #dabi headcanons #dabi x y/n

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allastoredeer · 8 months ago

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HIIIII your Just Kiss Already series has consumed me!!!! I’m OBSESSED! Do you have any idea how long it’ll be in total? I adore slow burns but also the painnnnn of waiting. I totally understand if you don’t know but I am constantly refreshing for updates even though I know this stuff takes time! Do you happen to have any recs for radioapple fics that are similar or you’d recommend to hold me over?

Hello! Sorry for the late response.

I'm still doing a bit of reading myself, I haven't gone through all the fics I've wanted to read, but here's some of the RadioApple I've found so far that I enjoyed:

Lucifer and His Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Relationship by keelywolfe - A series following the overall dysfunction and strange terrain of Lucifer and Alastor's relationship...of sorts. There is smut involved. I really enjoy the fun, disjointed dynamic between them, especially with Lucifer having to learn/figure out how Alastor thinks to get a grasp of how to interact with him. Do mind the tags, there is some unhealthy relationship in there, miscommunication on both sides, lots of dysfunction involved, and smut, but I really enjoyed their interactions and how they're learning to read each other. Also, it has bottom!Alastor which is my favorite :3

My Kingdom Come Undone by literalmetaphor - Charlie roping Alastor and Lucifer into doing trust exercises to help them get along. Heheh I really like the humor in this one. Both Alastor and Lucifer are such petty little bitches, and it amuses me to no end. They do not hold back their verbal punches. I also really like a lot of the author's descriptions. They're fun and scratch my brain in just the right way. I haven't finished it just yet because I've been busy, but it's still open in my browser so I can get back to it whenever I get time.

Unhealthy Attachments by keelywolfe - More dynamic between Alastor and Lucifer, and what Alastor gets out of having sex with Lucifer (Rated E in case that wasn't obvious). Alastor and his strategic brain, and how that bleeds into the dynamics he builds with other people. I love getting insight into his brain like that. (Another bottom!Alastor fic because 😫👌 I love that shit).

And...huh, that's it, actually. I have a few more pulled up in my browser that I'm gonna get around to reading, but as for RadioApple these are the ones I bookmarked. LOL I'm actually just noticing how many RadioStatic fics I bookmarked.

Hope you enjoy these! I love fics with a fun, bitchy Alastor and a deep-dive into his brain and social interactions with other characters. It's my bread and butter.

EDIT: I forgot to answer your question at the beginning of the asks XD Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the series! I'm not sure how long the series is going to be just yet. I know, at the very least, they'll have to kiss, per the name. My brain loves developing plots though, so it may span longer and REALLY deep dive into Alastor and Lucifer's relationships and the trials and tribulations that put it to the test.

Hopefully, I can get around to writing the next part soon!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #appleradio #lucifer magne #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #radioapple #fic recs #asks #anonymous #anon

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kaylopolis · 5 months ago

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Hi ❤️ I wanted to reach out to let you know how much I love your story! Your writing style is very satisfying, very easy to read, and probably one of the best enemies to lovers trope I’ve come across.

You also helped with my writer’s block for my own WIP!

I look forward to your new chapters :)

Thank you, darling ❤️ I was inspired by so many amazing writers I follow on Tumblr to write this, I'm glad to pass the torch along. Goodluck with the WIP! :)

Alastor's Shadow (18+)

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months sooner than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. Afterall, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plans brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down, but also challenge your grab for power…

Tags: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

Warnings: Minors DNI! 18+! May contain disturbing, gruesome, and graphic sexual scenes. Graphic violence. Blood. Obsession. Mentions of abuse. Mentions of substance abuse. Trigger warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter.

Masterlink: Link

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miffyisms · 3 months ago

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⋆࿐໋˖𓍢ִִ໋ charlie xcx - brat , ♡

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i'd go back in time to when i wasn't insecure.

wondering 'bout whether i think i deserve commercial success.

i'm just living that life.

i never thought for a second my voice was in your head.

no style, i can't relate.

i'm so scared i'm missing out on something.

people say we're alike.

it's running through my mind.

i watched you dance online.

you told me how you'd been feeling.

think she already knows that you're obsessed.

you've been disrespectful.

i just laughed when the bodies went splat.

put the camera flash on.

always gonna lose to people playin' safer.

you say she's problematic and the way you say it's so fanatic.

you wanna put 'em in your mouth.

are you thinking 'bout me?

l've been getting nervous.

now they both know these things that i don't.

i don't know what's going on.

well, honestly, i was speechless when i woke up to your voice note.

do that little dance, without it you'd be nameless.

guess how much money i just took from this deal.

'cause i ride for you.

four generations make up a family.

i think we're totally different, but opposites do attract.

i hope they break up quick.

got my finger on the detonator.

now i really wish i'd stayed.

but i can't help but get so angry you don't listen.

guess i'm a mess and play the role.

already know what you've got goin' on down there.

you know i ride for you too.

i was trapped in a hatred and your life seemed so awesome.

we had a conversation on the way home.

nowadays i only eat at the good restaurants.

she believed my projection and now i totally get it.

meet me in the bathroom if you're bumping that.

i've been looking at you so long now i only see me.

maybe you should run right back to her.

i think you're getting closer.

i've been lookin' at you.

your star burns so bright.

now i'm all up in my head replaying all my worst regrets.

wish i'd tried to pull you closer.

i don't fucking care what you think.

the ones i picked out for you in tokyo.

guilty feelings leave me fractured.

you're all in danger.

i feel all these feelings i can't control.

i don't wanna feel fearless.

i'm your number one.

used to sit in my bedroom putting polish on my toes.

are you obsessed with me?

legacy is undebated.

i wear these clothes as disguise

it's so confusing sometimes.

i was so lost in my head and scared to be in the pictures.

i think about it all the time, that i might run out of time.

wanna turn back time to a different time.

shall we do a little key?

they say we've got the same hair.

i was petrified.

this one's for all my bad girls.

push my hair back.

you're all about writing poems.

what i find is kind of scary.

it's okay to just admit that you're jealous of me.

i don't know if i belong here anymore.

don't sleep, don't eat, just do it on repeat.

maybe we're so meant to be.

when you're surrounded by friends, i'm just wondering what they know.

but honestly i'm always thinking 'bout my weight.

talk to me in spanish.

talk right in my ear.

once you talk to me, i'll talk to you.

let's work it out on the remix.

who cares?

now i'm on the news with the dui stare.

maybe just a little bit.

she's in her mid 20s, real intelligent.

i think i know how you feel.

i wanna be blinded by the lights.

when i was ten, someone said that.

i was walking around in stockholm, seriously thinking 'bout my future for the first time.

who the fuck are you?

you hate the fact she's new york city's darling.

i set the tone, it's my design, and it's stuck in your mind.

i saw them when you sat down, they were peekin' out.

no, i'll never go home.

would it give my life a new purpose?

most of the time i'm out my mind.

put your hands up.

i'm feeling like i'm on fire.

i wish you'd talk.

i went to my friend's place and i met their baby for the first time.

think you already know her but you don't.

i talk to myself in the mirror.

used to burn cds full of songs i didn't know.

you won't fuck 'less he's famous.

i swear i'd be so nice.

took a long time breaking myself down, building myself up.

you wanna guess if i'm serious about this song.

why do i wanna buy a gun?

i guess the apple don't fall far from the tree.

my career feels so small in the existential scheme of it all.

i'm kind of thinking you are.

lookin' like an icon.

it's 4 am and she's out there with a razor sharp tongue stuck to skinny cigarettes.

why did i push you away?

it's that lacy black pair with the little bows.

recently, i've been thinking 'bout a way simpler time.

this one's for all my mean girls.

that's what i'm talking about.

one day i might.

i don't wanna share the space.

hi, it's me.

can i fit it?

used to live just for the party.

i'm opposite, i'm on the other side.

i'll always be the one.

you walk like a bitch.

never get invited 'cause i'm such a hater.

wear 'em.

i don't wanna fall right back to us.

i was scared sometimes.

play the track fast, not slow.

should i stop my birth control?

i was too scared.

would it make me miss all my freedom?

it's 2 am and she's out there.

dial 999, it's a good time.

wish you'd just talk to me.

i know your little secret.

sometimes i just wanna rewind.

just you and me.

you wanna guess the address of the party i'm at.

it's obvious, i'm your number one.

everything is romantic.

is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?

she's kinda fucked up but she's still in vogue.

we've been talking for months, but never in the same room.

there's no one i wanna thank out there.

i look perfect for the background.

yeah, i don't know if you like me.

i used to never feel embarrassed.

i couldn't even be her if i tried.

i shot myself, i'm born to lose.

i'm so apprehensive now.

can't tell if you wanna see me falling over and failing.

i snag my tights out on the lawn chair.

how do you feel being a girl?

you're obsessing, just confess it.

now i wanna approach ya.

i knew i'd end up with my hands behind my back.

i'm embarrassed to have it but need the sympathy.

for all my tear his shit apart girls.

i might say something stupid.

we've been keeping this a secret.

i get money, you get mad because the bank's shut.

you wanna turn this shit out.

when i'm on stage sometimes i lie.

i'm glad i know how you feel.

man, i don't know, i'm just a girl.

i'm your favorite reference, baby.

crazy girl shit, gonna go spring breakers.

they're exactly the same but they're different now.

talk to me in french.

i know there's lots of different nuances to you and to me.

think you should come to my party.

i don't know if it's honest.

why i can't even grit my teeth and lie.

when you're in the mirror, do you like what you see?

wanna go real wild when i'm bumping that.

why do i wanna shoot myself?

i finally met my baby.

i followed you to the bathroom.

i'm a brat when i'm bumping that.

put your hands up and dance.

try it, bite it.

you pushed me hard, made me focus.

i wanna know where you go when you're feeling alone.

you can't tell what you're feeling.

i hate these doubts that keep running through my mind.

you'd always say, "let's go out," but then i'd cancel last minute.

all this sympathy is just a knife.

wanna guess the password to my google drive?

would you like this one?

sometimes it feels a bit awkward 'cause we don't have much in common.

no, i'd never misbehave.

i know you always said, "it's okay to cry".

you're a hero and a human.

sometimes i think you might hate me.

this one girl taps my insecurities.

i don't feel like nothing special.

fall in love again and again.

now all i do is think 'bout you.

but now i've started thinking again.

is it pretty in pink or all see-through?

i'm parked outside watching all the girls strut.

and when we put this to bed the internet will go crazy.

i go so cold.

why is all this sympathy a fucking knife?

this one's for all my break your boyfriend's heart girls.

got a phone call after christmas, didn't know how i should act.

sometimes i think i might hate you.

i went my own way and i made it.

why you lying?

hey, let's get out of here.

it's you and me on the coin the industry loves to spend.

maybe you just wanna be me.

feels like you never understand me.

what the fuck is up?

i don't wanna go back.

i make it so outrageous.

for the last couple years, i've been at war in my body.

when i go to the club i wanna hear those club classics.

i think about it all the time.

you had a power like a lightning strike.

i panicked quietly.

i'm famous but not quite.

i'm gonna tell you right now, they're all i'm thinkin' about.

you wanna know what i got going on down there?

talk to me in your own made-up language, doesn't matter if i understand it.

don't know if it's real or if i'm spiraling.

i heard you talk about me.

shall we have a little line?

i tried to starve myself thinner and then i gained all the weight back.

it's just self defense until you're building a weapon.

that's the word on the street.

it was ice cold.

i'm everywhere.

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear.

i wanna throw the apple into the sky.

yeah, it's so obvious.

she's a radiant mother and he's a beautiful father.

might change my whole damn life.

i'm gonna dance all night.

don't have to guess the color of your underwear.

i'd say that there was a god if they could stop this.

you really are not invited.

when you're in the mirror, you're just looking at me.

i think the apple's rotten right to the core.

maybe if you give me that prize you might see a tear from my eye.

pull it to the side and get all up in it.

felt a little fear and some anxiety the second you arrived and kind of smiled at me.

i guess the apple could turn yellow or green.

shall we go back to my place?

always on my mind.

tell me your secrets and fears.

i don't wanna force a smile.

come on, stay for dinner.

it's alright to just admit that i'm the fantasy.

i get nervous.

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macabr3-barbi3 · 3 months ago

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God, That's Good!

Chapter 3: My Friends

Alastor has something that belonged to the barber in a past life- and Lucifer makes a deal.

Act 1: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6 🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9

Tags: uhhh revenge? brooding? Everything is going so slowly right now, I promise it will pick up after we do our shows this weekend! (Thank you to @fraugwinska for her Show Week knowledge and making me wait and not post everything written as soon it's done- I'm probably not going to be getting much writing done this week because of rehearsals and shows so she is keeping me on track! I LOVE YOU FRAU)

The decor in the apartment in the back is more subdued than the front- still a lot of red, but the things that hang on the walls are more tasteful- paintings and newspaper clippings line the walls of the hallway, more soft jazz emanating from somewhere deeper into the apartment. “I found them upstairs when I purchased the building and shop from my mentor,” Alastor says as he leads Lucifer back. “He did a better job than I have of keeping people out of the place, so they were undisturbed when I went up to rummage around. I could have sold them, you know,” he adds, casting an eye back to Lucifer. “But they were such high quality, I wasn’t sure I would even be able to get what they were worth. Any profit is a profit, I suppose, but I wanted to make sure they were done justice- and I’m glad I had an inkling to hang onto them!”

He leans down into a chest at the foot of his bed, and Lucifer realizes that he’s been led into the man’s bedroom- he hardly has time to blush at the sudden intimacy before Alastor is standing again, looming over Lucifer when he turns with a decorative box in his hands, held gently between their bodies. His voice catches in his throat when he recognizes the walnut, the delicate wood burning that adorns the lid, the lovingly engraved ‘DD’ in the bottom corner.

He was a fresh twenty-one years old when he decided that he wanted to be a barber, to Judge Cain and Adam’s disappointment; they wanted him to join them. But they had supported him in his decision regardless, presenting him with these razors at his and Lilith’s wedding as a gift, a way to start his business on the right foot with the finest tools that money could buy. Lucifer had cried receiving them, the Judge had cried at his emotion, and Adam had been quiet and pensive- which, he now recognized, was likely due to the legalized relationship between himself and Lilith than any familial emotions at the gift.

He was near obsessive in his care of them as his business started and took off- he would allow no one to touch them or clean them, taking a soft rag to them after close each night and storing them adoringly back in their box. They stayed in the barbershop, away from where a curious Charlie could accidentally grab them and hurt herself or anyone else. Lilith teased him about it constantly, claiming that he loved them more than he loved her, and he would smile and pull her into his arms and mutter about how the razors were less likely to talk back to him. And she would smile and laugh and pull him into the sweetest kiss right there on the couch, and in that little bubble everything was perfect.

They’re heavy in his hands now as he opens the lid and extracts one from the box, Alastor silent and observant when Lucifer inspects it, noticing a spot of blood on one of the handles. Not from himself- he made sure they were clean before he put them away every night, which meant that sometime in the last fifteen years they had been in use. He makes an inquisitive noise in his throat, something not quite anger- it feels suspiciously like jealousy- bubbling in his chest, and Alastor makes his soft humming noise. “My apologies- it seemed a shame to let them sit in disuse! I admit I’ll occasionally pull them out when my own blades will not suffice.”

Lucifer doesn’t answer- he doesn’t mind, truthfully. The thought of them having just sat in their box for fifteen years- unused, uncared for, alone- made him far sadder than the vague dismay at someone else having used them. That they hadn’t been stolen, reclaimed by the Cain family when he was sent off and Lilith passed, was a miracle. They were still here waiting for him after all this time- the only thing that was still here upon his return, even if his family wasn’t.

He opens the blade, the sharp edge catching the light and glinting in a familiar way. They were beautiful instruments, and had been such a thoughtful gift from Adam and his father. To think they would give him something like this and then still do what they had done to him… an unforgivable betrayal. “This is… all I have left,” Lucifer says, his voice thick in the space between himself and Alastor. “Of my life before.”

“Well, you have it back now,” Alastor says, and when Lucifer makes eye contact with the baker his expression is almost tender, a soft smile on his face while he’s watched Lucifer sift through his wild thoughts. “What will you do with it?”

“I will have my revenge.” The last word is nearly hissed, and when he looks up he half expects to see Alastor watching him with horror. But his expression hasn’t changed, the air between them charged with adrenaline and Lucifer’s wrath. He’s shaking, he realizes, the hand holding his open razor trembling mere inches away from Alastor’s abdomen. The baker’s face holds no fear though, calm and relaxed despite the sharp object in Lucifer’s hands. “I apologize,” he mutters, taking a step back and closing the razor, placing it carefully back in the box. “You have nothing to fear; I would never-”

“What, hurt me?” Alastor’s smile grows, a mischievous smirk as he looks Lucifer up and down. “No, I wouldn’t think so. Who else would allow you to stay rent free in the lodging above their shop?”

Lucifer’s hope rekindles. “You mean it? I’ll pay rent eventually, I can start shaving again perhaps- but knowing my plans as they are, I wouldn’t want to bring any trouble to your doorstep. Is there anything I can do to repay the favor?”

Alastor waves him down cheerfully. “Nothing at the moment, good fellow! We’ll call it a gesture in good faith for now- perhaps down the line I may have a favor to ask of you and you can square up then. How does that sound?”

“Deal!” He steals one of Alastor’s hands from under the box to shake it, his grip firm in his enthusiasm. His mind races- there was one less problem to worry about with Alastor’s generosity. Now he had to figure how he was actually going to access Adam and this Beadle character; perhaps if he could get his business running again the pair of them might come in for a shave. He could prove himself an accomplished barber somehow, gain a bit of a reputation and lure them to the shop above the bakery with tales of a free shave…

And then he would have them.

From there he would find Charlie. It didn't sound like they kept her locked in the house all of the time- perhaps when she was out on the town he could approach her, explain who he was and what had happened to him, try to build the father and daughter relationship he had wanted for them when she was a girl. He had been so excited to watch her grow into her own person, the perfect accumulation of the best parts of Lucifer and Lilith. He would never get that now, the progression of her growth, but she was still his Charlie- he would love her to the day he died, even if she turned him away when she found out who he was.

A throat clears, and Lucifer realizes that he’s still clutching Alastor’s hand. He lets go, a blush flaming his cheeks as he coughs awkwardly and steps away. “Do you have the key?” He asks, just to say something, and Alastor chuckles before he reaches into his pocket for a keyring that he holds out. “Lead the way!” Lucifer steps aside and allows Alastor to lead him back down the hallway, through the connecting door to the pie shop.

Husker has returned, polishing glasses behind the counter. He nods to Alastor and casts a suspicious eye at Lucifer as they approach the door. “As you know, there’s two entry points- the door off the back that leads directly to the apartment, and the one off the front here that leads to your shop.” He disconnects two keys from the keyring and slips them into Lucifer’s hand. “I had the keys replaced when I took over- who knows what kinds of people my prior mentor allowed to have access?”

He looks down at the keys in his hand- not the familiar gunmetal gray that he and Lili had obtained from the owner, but a rich black that was smooth to the touch. “Right. I’ll… I’ll be right back, if you don’t mind waiting down here?”

“By all means!” He steps aside to let Lucifer pass, and he feels eyes on him all the way up the stairs, until he’s turned the key in the lock and entered what used to be his barbershop.

Carnage. From the years of vandals breaking in, as well as the shattered mirror on the floor from where Lucifer had fought off the police when Adam had them sent after him so long ago. Broken glass littered the floor, his combs and towels scattered around the room, the door between the shop and their home cracked down the middle and hanging off its hinges. Tears blur his vision as he steps through the doorway, most of their furniture and decorations left undisturbed. Charlie’s drawings have fallen from the wall and the refrigerator, family ‘portraits’ of the three of them holding hands, various animals and bugs and buildings that she came up with in her imaginative mind. He and Lilith had always made such a show of praising her for them, their sweet girl with her art and the little songs she made up and-

He turns away from the living room, heading back to the bedroom they had all shared, Charlie’s bed separated from theirs by a simple room divider- her walls are also covered in her drawings and scribbled song lyrics that she had come up with. His and Lilith’s bed is against the far wall, as far as they could get from Charlie so their more amorous activities didn’t disturb or wake her. Lilith had always wanted more than this place for them- that was part of why she wanted to move North, where property was cheaper and the spaces larger. She wanted Charlie to grow up in a proper house, not a one bedroom apartment off the side of his barbershop; she wanted to be a proper homemaker, a housewife, something she claimed couldn’t be done in such cramped quarters.

But they had all been together, the two of them in such deep, desperate love, unaware of the tragedy that was coming for them when Adam decided that he had had enough of his unreciprocated longing.

It’s too much. Lucifer stumbles back out of the apartment, through the barbershop, nearly falling down them in his haste. “Ah! What do you think of the place?” Alastor asks from his position at the bottom of the stairs, and Lucifer collapses onto the last step with his face in his hands.

“I can’t do it,” he says. “I can’t be there, in the apartment- there’s too many memories, too much sadness and nostalgia and… I just can’t.” He meets Alastor’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “I appreciate the generous offer but I’ll have to find something else.”

A smile. “Nonsense, my dear! If you’re amenable to the arrangement, I do have a spare bedroom in my living quarters that you’re welcome to move into. I do occasionally have other matters to attend to so I won’t be home all the time, but you’re welcome to use the space as your own.” He doesn’t take the keys back from Lucifer, holding his hand out and pulling the shorter man to his feet.

“That’s… too kind,” Lucifer says, and again something scratches at the back of his mind telling him that the situation was too good to be true. But he has few other options if he wants to be close to the barbershop, and no chance of any place else allowing him to stay without money. “Your mother clearly raised you well, to be such a giving soul.”

Alastor laughs. “Perhaps I just really want to cash in on that favor you now owe me,” he says slyly, eyes narrowed like they’re co-conspirators in on a secret plot. “Come now- I’ll give you a proper tour!”

They go back inside, and Alastor mentions to Husker behind the bar that Lucifer would be his personal guest in his apartment out back- “what the fuck do I care about that?” The man had grumbled, and as they passed him Lucifer saw him take a full swig out of one of the bottles behind him. Alastor shows him to the spare room and the bathroom, leaving him with his razor box and a spare shaving soap.

He takes one of the blades out again, setting it behind the faucet while he lathers the soap with scalding water and spreads it across his cheeks and chin with his fingers. Opening the razor, he’s careful as he brings it to his skin- he already feels more normal than he has all day, and the first swipe across his stubble leaving smooth flesh behind is a blessing, a token of grace in a day of hardships and strife. He shaves his own face the way he did others; quickly, smoothly, efficiently. A few strokes and he’s finished, completely bare faced once again and looking nothing like the man he had been before.

Which felt… fitting. Because he wasn’t Damien Diggory anymore; father to a daughter that wouldn’t recognize him from a stranger on the street; husband to a woman rotting in the ground; friend to a man that had betrayed him and ruined the life he had once known.

There was only Lucifer Morningstar now- and there was work to be done.

Act 1: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6 🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #lucifer hazbin #radioapple #human lucifer morningstar #human vaggie #human alastor #sweeney todd #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ily frau <3 #God That's Good #GTG #my stuff <3

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needle-noggins · 5 months ago

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Since you are oc pilled.. what can you tell us about Fanny? I'd love to hear all about them!

OH FANNY MY BELOVED FANNY?

So. Frances Paine (Fanny Paine. pain in my fuckin' ass) is my beloved Trigun OC for a ttrpg I'm in. You have have seen me tag things as #gunsmoked; that's the game. Fanny is a thomas rancher by trade. She grew up in Hopeland. Her best friend, a girl from the orphanage named Nova, went away when they were 12. Nova got shipped off to the Eye of Michael and sent Fanny letters about how bad it was until the letters just... stopped. Fast forward 20 years. Fanny left Hopeland, starting ranching Thomases in a little town called Gunpoint. Killed her husband (backstory) when she found out he was trafficking kids for the Eye of Michael. I wrote a little thing for it.

Within the span of game.... well, Fanny has done some truly buckwild shit. First thing she did in the game was punch the mayor's boytoy so bad that the local gang burned her house down. She helped rescue another character's brother (it's amnesiac Millions fucking Knives) and in the process killed the mayor. Who ended up also being the gang leader. It was Brilliant Dynamites Neon.

Fanny in that moment became the town mayor and the leader of the Bad Lads gang. Like, okay!!?!? OKAY! After grappling with the extremely sudden new responsibility, she discovered that the neighboring town was a front for the EOM. She and her best friend, another sad cowboy named Charlie, went to fuck up the EOM base and quickly discovered they were outgunned and outmanned. It did not go well. Also, Fanny ran into her childhood friend Nova in there. Nova didn't recognize her. Come to find out Nova didn't remember her. At all. Cue Fanny panic. Fanny gets another character, a plant scientist named Aggie, to give Nova the old childhood letters. Aggie, love her dearly, decided to do this in the most unhinged way and just scatter letters around Nova's office for her to get jump-scared by emotions while doing her job. This also did not go well. I mean, it worked, but... Nova went apeshit. Murder mode angry.

Some fuckshit happens, the Eye takes over Gunpoint. Fanny and Charlie shenanigans continue (RIP Knife's beautiful tank), and they try to take back the town but Fanny gets a little too obsessed with making Nova remember her and she's on a suicide mission about it, actually. Because Nova is freaking out that she can't remember this person and is trying to kill Fanny. Fanny almost gets shot with a punisher laser just as Charlie shoots Nova, saving her life but putting Nova in grave danger. We discover Nova is part cyborg, now in a robo-coma, and it takes about a week in-game to find the parts to fix her. Fanny spends this entire time just losing her goddamn mind about it. She may be a little bit gay for Nova. Maybe. Perhaps. But absolutely obsessive.

Nova gets fixed and comes to, bounces, Fanny has a mental crisis about it but realizes she can't fix her childhood friend. Still wants to kiss her, though. But the party has got bigger plans, like saving the world, first. And she still has responsibilities to be, ya know, the town mayor and Bad Lads leader.

Fanny is an absolute idiot, chaotic as hell, with the second-highest known body count in the party (Tesla did July; hard to top that. Knife is a new man so his past crimes don't count. Wolfwood has not told us shit about himself). She wears some Orville Peck-esque Neon Cowboy shit. Her thomas is named Cash, after Johnny Cash. Her gun was her momma's and it's an ornate little thing. She thinks half of being a cowboy is about the drip (she's right). She's a coward, she can't hurt people she cares about - even when they're threatening to kill her. She means well, she's actually not half-bad at being a leader because she's compassionate, but she's impulsive and has no self-confidence. She cannot catch a fucking break. She's hopelessly in love with her childhood best friend, she blames herself for everything that happened to Nova, she thinks she failed her by not following her to the Eye at the age of 12. She's a small town girl who is finally realizing that the world is so much bigger than her small town drama, and other people have some much bigger problems. She's can be condescending and controlling, but she's also nurturing and wants to help. She's insulting and doesn't know how to comfort others, but she's loyal to the death. She just wants to save everyone. She cannot take her own damn advice. She is extremely accidentally Vash-coded. When I play her she and her goofy-ass southern accent just take over and I don't know half the shit I say. I adore her and the absolute disaster she is. She compels me SO much.

#gunsmoked #fanny paine my beloved...#in a world of plant or EOM trigun oc's #i decided. to play a stupid cowgirl

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bunnyinfoxclothing · 6 months ago

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Let's start a new ask game. Name your 5 top ships for the show you are currently obsessed with and send this message to 10 last people that interacted with your posts.

Current Obsession Harbin Hotel... obviously.

Chaggie. Always has been Always will be

Zestmilla. I think the kind of slow burn slow romance where it is quite literally more like courting than dating is the best shit ever. I don't think they'd ever get married or become official. Their territory would just combine overtime, without anyone actually taking notice until it was too late.

Fallen Wings. (Lute x Vaggie) Specifically only in the past. Current Vaggie would never. Too much trauma and she has Charlie. But i'm obsessed with the idea of their Mutual Toxic Yuri. They were both shit people to each other. But it makes for good smut. Hate sex hits different.

Carmilla x Sera. I blame @seramilla and their cute little crack theory that Sera is just the epitome of gay panic and passes out all the time. Chefs kiss.

Huskerdust. Honestly, I never really got into mlm ships but it's really cute if done right. I don't actively look for their ship content but I don't hate it LOL.

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #vaggie x charlie #chaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #charlie morningstar #fallen wings #lute x vaggie #seramilla #huskerdust #zestmilla #zestial x carmilla #sera x carmilla #husk x angel dust

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andreal831 · 16 days ago

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This is totally me just wanting song suggestions now…

What are some of your favorite artists/bands/songs of any genre?

I hope this isn't disappointing. I feel like I mainly listen to pop music. But here are some of my favs right now by genre:

This has been an amazing Queer Pop Summer:

Chappell Roan (of course): I need her to release The Subway and I'm obsessed with Red Wine Supernova and California

Renee Rapp: Gemini Moon

Towa Bird: Sorry Sorry and Wild Heart

Victoria Monet: We Might Be Falling in Love

Fletcher: Maybe I Am and Doing Better and Eras of Us

Nxdia: Jennifer's Body

Billie Eilish: Birds of a Feather

Conan Gray: People Watching and Family Line

girl in red: You Need Me Now? and i wanna be your girlfriend

MUNA: What I Want

Hayley Kiyoko: Cliffs Edge

Ambre: Superstitious

Phoebe Bridgers: Waiting Room or Scott Street

The Beaches: Edge of the Earth

Remi Wolfe: Cinderella

Xana: Better Kind of Bestfriend

Arlo Parks: Devotion

Pop:

Olivia Rodrigo: good 4 u and the grudge

Sabrina Carpenter: Read Your Mind

Halsey: Die 4 Me

Beyoncé: Daughter and Sandcastles

Julia Michaels: Issues

Kate Voegele: Manhattan from the Sky

Kelly Clarkson: Because of You

Lorde: Supercut

Tate McRae: you broke me first

Electropop

Charlie XCX: Girl, so confusing featuring Lorde

Natalia Kills: Wonderland and Devils Don't Fly

MIKA: Happy Ending and Blame it on the Girls

Kesha: Joyride

FKA twigs: Perfect Stranger

Folk/Indie Rock/Indie Pop

Hozier: Who We Are or Talk

Paris Paloma: the fruits and labour

Rachel Chinouriri: Never Need Me

Medium Build: Give Me Back My Soul

Clairo: Sexy to Someone

Dermont Kennedy: Outnumbered and Don't Forget Me

Lewis Capaldi: Someone You Loved

Alessia Cara: Here

Ashe: Moral of the Story

Cat Burns: people pleaser

David Kushner: Mr. Forgettable

Ella Langley: i blame the bar

Leone Bridges: Beyond and July featuring Noah Cyrus

Noah Kahan: Stick Season

Sam Smith: Too Good at Goodbyes

Namahsis: delusion

Wild Rivers: Thinking 'Bout Love

Pop Punk/Rock/Emo

Paramore: Pressure and Let the Flames Begin

Pat Benatar: Promises in the Dark

Fall Out Boy: Sugar, We're Goin Down

Good Charlotte: I Don't Want to Be in Love

Hawthorne Heights: Ohio is for Lovers

My Chemical Romance: Welcome to the Black Parade

These are just some of the artists/songs I tend to have on repeat. Hope you find something you like <3

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 3 months ago

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Fun angle to consider basing Lucifer and Alastor interactions on (positive-ish).

Alastor points out that they're both abhorrent disappointments to their fathers, and yet no matter what their failed paternal figures believed, they made something of themselves that no one could ever have anticipated.

For example:

In trying to cheer up the melancholy monarch, primarily because Charlie asked him to, Alastor tries telling a few anecdotes of his life to annoy distact Lucifer.

"...and that's when Mimzy plowed through the bastard with his car, oh it was QUITE the sight to see. Although, afterwards that was the one thing you could not so easily do through the windshield. Ha!"

Side-eying the still flat King.

"Why, your Majesty, I feel almost as if I'm speaking to myself here. Whatever has you so constricted by a bad case of the morbs?"

"...the what? No, fuck you, I'm not giving you more ammunition to throw back in my face later, you smiling bastard." The Royal defences were in full working order.

"If it were my intention to tear you down, I promise you, it would be obvious my miniature monarch. Nor would you have been provided so many little details of my past life, very few have that dubious honour... now you must know almost as much as that obsessive little picture box."

"Why should I care what sick nonsense landed you here? What does it matter now you're trapped in the pit with me and all the other humans I've so thoroughly ruined because of one careless, selfish action?!" Lucifer's voice breaks, tears sitting at his waterline, desperate to fall and absolve at least some of the anguish that weighed on his heart.

In ten thousand years, Lucifer could always recall the day he fell... it made his bones ache and his wings burn, just as violently as his heart shattered once more from the sharp stong of betrayal. An eternal punishment for one little mistake, one misstep, one desire to be more than a mindless little puppet with no thoughts of his own.

"...do you think, perhaps, that everything is in fact a particularly unfunny cosmic joke?" Alastor muses, into the sudden silence of the room. "Why, if you put something in the middle of a lovely room, point to it and say Do Not Touch That Item in Particular... then you are, almost guaranteeing, that that is the first thing someone will do when you turn your back. How ridiculous would it be for an omnipotent allegedly wise creator to put such an obvious trap in place... and then be, what, cranky, that someone fell into it?"

A low hum of almost music wafted through the air around them, like a silken breeze on raw nerves.

"Why, it almost seems like this was a deliberate little game, and it was a matter of time before someone disobeyed. You, my little king, were formed with a set purpose... yet somehow you allegedly failed that. But, if I were to really set my mind to it... I would ask, how?" Alastor tilts his head, slight nausea rising at showing kindness to someone he was in the middle of a pointedly non-erotic (no matter what Angel said) rivalry with.

"You bait a trap, and you put the animal into the enclsure that you wish to fall into it... condition it, even, to make it more likely to do as you willed it. Only to, what? become angry when they did? It's preposterous and cruel, as most fathers turn out to be in my experience."

Lucifer's mind is swirling, heart thundering at the implications. Of course he'd had such blasphemous thoughts in the past, in his darkest moments... but to hear another speak them so plainly. So unafraid of the heavenly lightning bolt that could erase him forever.

"...you think my Father made me to give you humans free will?" he asks, weakly, wings shuddering in phantom discomfort. Invisible flames subsuming them over and over, as nerves fired.

"I-... are you well? You're shivering."

"Just... it's the day I-... you know, created this place. Or should I say cratered this place, hah!" Lucifer huffs, miserably. "It always feels like I'm burning alive again and again, all day long... it's part of the punishment, I think."

"Ah... well, I can't hypnotise you to ignore it, but perhaps this might help?" Alastor suggests, his shades sliding slowly up and over the King's flesh, his wings, cool and soothing like a pool of water. The magical effect seemed to counteract whatever was happening in his head, and Lucifer just about melted in relief. "I have heard that sometimes there is a psychosomatic effect when it comes to traumatic incidents... some Sinners can still feel their deaths on certain dates, because that is simply how their minds assume Hell works. Of course, it could be divine punishment, I'm not discounting the idea your father might be as volatile and self-serving as my own... but, do tell me if that has helped."

"...it has. Not sure how, but... it has." Lucifer mumbles, not willing to admit he was feeling better to this particular sinner. "So I'm punishing myself?"

"Why... perhaps, your lowness, perhaps! What a most effective means of perpetuating cruelty, I must say, than to teach your victim to place the burden of cruelty onto their own shoulders forevermore. Ingenious, sadistic, outright child abuse!"

"Hey I'm not a-..."

"That is neither here nor there, my petite powerhouse. My point remains that the progenitor of your existence harmed you in a manner wherein you spent the last few thousand years self-flagellating, all the while your pain serves to amuse one who does not raise a finger. And all for a mistake you had no real say in, if my theories are correct..." Alastor's grin went rictus tight. "Why else would the so-called Tree of Knowledge be created, if not to tempt disobedience, and the bleeding heart of his most curious creation? How cruel to be the angelic whipping boy, punished for a crime that was not a crime, but an anticipated outcome?"

His claws shredded the couch beneath Lucifer's grip. "But... if it was supposed to happen... why would-... why was I punished? If that's what was planned?" Bile rose up his throat, stomach roiling violently. "Why me, of all my siblings?"

A horrified pause, "Not that I would ever, ever, EVER want them to feel like this... to Fall, to burn and be broken. But I couldn't ever imagine standing there and passing judgement as they did. Tearing out their flight feathers so they would strike the ground and known the error of their ways..."

Images of Michael, of Azazel, of all his many siblings falling and screaming and burning flickered through his mind's eye and constricted his chest tightly. The shadows around his shoulders pressed rhythmically at his tense shoulders, and the pressure points about his throat until he felt able to breathe again.

Alastor didn't look at him as he spoke again. "Little Ma-... Lucifer, I believe that even were you cast in the role of juror, you would have fought against the popular vote. So put that out of your mind. Of the angels, and what little humans ever gleaned about the heavenly host, you were the only one ever made who was filled with a curiosity and compassion your siblings lacked in favour of pure obdeience. But... as I have stated before, when one is singled out amongst the flock for a perceived flaw in their design, in their creation... then there is nothing that that person could ever do or say to gainsay the way they are treated. You were Made to Fall, and... to free humanity of servitude."

"...why would He do that? I thought we were all loved... at least back then?" Lucifer chokes, his wings wrapping around himself, a feathered ball of tears and misery.

"Because you were born. Because you were a catalyst, the one who could provide the gentle nudge that humanity needed to evolve and be of interest to your capricious creator. What fun would there be for Heaven if all they saw when they looked down their noses was kindness, peace and love all over the earth?" Alastor laughed, the sound bone-chilling. "The self-righteous and allegedly holy love to judge others, that's their whole thing. Never lifting a finger to help... but feeling self-importance in their refusal, their perceived goodness, because they followed perceived rules and norms. Of course Humanity would be granted free will, the only question was when."

Another pause curls through the air, heavy with static like a rumbling thundercloud. "You were simply... a convenient way to enforce the Plan, or what I assume of it, Sire. Perhaps it is time to forgive yourself the transgression, if you still think it so. Stop letting your father hold this over you, crippling you, so that you can be a better parent to your own child - Charlotte is grieving for you right now, agonising over how best to help, when she doesn't, and thankfully could never, understand. You are not your father's cruelty."

Lucifer felt lost. "Char Char knows I'm-... all messed up?" he whispers, feeling the crushing weight of poor parenting decisions slam down on his shoulders. Only to abruptly switch to pure anger as a tendril smacks him across the back of the head. "What the f-... you asshole!"

"Leave the self-deprication alone, Majesty, you'll leave little material for when I need to find new ways to torment you at our next bout of rivalry." Alastor intones cheerfully. "And... despite your absence in her life, what I have come to learn of our dear Charlotte, is that you have been a kind father to her when you could. Her anguish is because you were not there, because she knows you are hurting and she wishes to help... not because of any cruelty you inflicted deliberately or otherwise."

"...that was the closest thing to a compliment I think you've ever directed my way. Careful, people might think you aren't the big bad wolf at the door anymore if you keep slipping like this." Lucifer teases, scubbing at the teartracks with his wrist, a watery grin breaking through. "You... think I'm a good father?"

"...now I never said that, did I?" Alastor taunts, and relents at the flash of hurt on the King's face. "Settle yourself, your majesty, I would say with as much honesty as I am capable... that you are an adequate parent to young Charlotte at this time. You have lost time with her, but you are trying to grow into that role, and she appreciates it... even if her blinding optimism makes her challenging to manage on occasion. Unable to see the voice of experience leading her down the safe path, when her heart believes it can change the minds of those above with enough application of kindness."

"Yeah, when she wanted to speak to Heaven I was so afraid for her... she's so like me, what would happen if they cast her out too? I'd-... I'd burn all of Heaven down for her. But I don't want her to wake screaming at the sensation of burning, like I did... recalling the condemnation in their eyes for simply wanting to believe humanity could be better if they had choice."

"...you blame yourself for Sinners, and so does Heaven. However, does that not equally afford you the accolades for each and every Winner that arrives at the Pearly Gates?" Alastor counters, tugging the King from those dark thoughts. Of course prodding at the pint-sized monarch was fun, but not like this. There were those who deserved to be tormented endlessly for all of time; but this broken demi-godling needed to know a kindness that he'd never been given.

At least Alastor had had his own mother to balance out the cruelty of his progenitor and the world at large. The bigotry and hatred, the disgust at his existence. Her kind and soothing hugs, her soft singing voice, her calm in the eye of the storm that was their tumultuous life.

Lucifer had been alone in that storm with no one to help him for centuries beyond measure. Only knowing the rain, even with the love and light that both Lillith and then Charlie had shown him. Believing his role was to stand in the rain and shiver for his penance... not conceiving that perhaps he should be allowed to know warmth alongside those he loved.

"I... hadn't thought of it that way. All I see is Pride bursting at the seams, with more arriving every day, and each one that hits the pavement is somehow my fault. They stem from my original sin, from the temptation of Lillith and then Eve... all this suffering for my sake."

"Oh do get over yourself, sire." Alastor smacks that train of thought down rapidly, earning an indignant glare. "Listen to yourself. For one, we covered this earlier in our little metaphysical chat about how you had been the sacrifical lamb for a capricious deity that needs a Worst Father of Time Immemorial mug slapped in his hands as soon as possible. Secondarily, do you recall what Charlie said when she returned from that meeting with Heaven, hmmm?"

"That they... didn't know what counted towards earning entry into Heaven? They made that list, but it didn't make any sense?"

"Exactly. And if the feathered idiots can't work out what gets you IN as a Winner, would it be safe to assume that... perhaps... the list of reasons to be designated a Sinner may be as ridiculously nebulous and contradictory as Heaven's own rules? Why, there's at least a few Sinners whose only crime was not being of the heterosexual persuasion, and another I am aware of who stole out of desperation to feed their children, and yet they are intermingled with child-touchers, arsonists, murders and all manner of vile beasts.

Take Angel Dust for example. Born to a crime syndicate familia, beaten until he wasn't a 'sissy' and forced to kill on his family's orders. He was who he was at the core, but suppressed it to avoid being caught, using substances to cope until they eventually killed him. His death inevitable, whether by drugs, another family, or his own for daring to be born liking men and shaming their silly moral ideals of masculinity. One could say it was as much a situation of coersive control as the deal he is trapped in with that disgusting moth. It doesn't count the time he helped care for his grandmother as she passed, or stood up to his family, or let a victim go quietly..."

"How do you know this?" Lucifer glared suspiciously.

"He talks quite a lot when he's drunk or thinks no one is really listening. And I rather like to assume I always am. If you're near a radio, or a sound based device, I can tune in. Quite frustrating until you work out how to turn the volume down on a few thousand devices all at once and filter it all." Alastor explains, rolling his eyes. "You cannot fathom how frustrating it is keeping Vox out of one's head given that the demon continues to command half the sound-enabled technology in the city at any given time. He's quite the pest."

"You want me to smite him?" Lucifer joked, feeling at least a little better now they'd talked through the glut of negative emotions in his gut.

"Hah, that would be a true delight to see, but no... I want to swat him back down once and for all like the little gnat he is." Alastor tilts his head, consideringly, at Lucifer. "Little King, has anyone ever thanked you for your gift of Free Will to Humanity?"

"I-... wha-... no?" Luficer babbled, flustered by the sudden return to a sore subject.

"Then, let me be the first... for no one will ever believe you, but we shall both know it happened. Lucifer Morningstar, thank you for providing all of humanity with Free Will, and the ability to determine our own futures, fates and ultimate resting places. What we each have done with this gift is on only ourselves, and you should leave your self-blame and doubt aside. I am here because of my own actions, and I would not have it any other way. My mother was a Winner because of your actions... and I cannot thank you enough for that."

Something hot and bubbly writhed in Lucifer's chest, spilling out of his eyes in absolute confused catharsis. His attempts to speak choke off, overwhelmed.

Lillith had tried to reassure him, but she had fallen with him. Her love and absolution was different, as was his for her...

This... this was... having someone who should revile him, and did in their own weird bantery way, for cursing him to eternal torment... and thanking the Devil for it. Fuck this was not easy to navigate the emotions this whole thing was spawning.

"Would it... be weird to say 'You're Welcome'?" He finally managed, chuckling awkwardly.

"Indeed it would, but it is appreciated all the same." Alastor returns, standing up and straightening his suit. "Do you feel ready to come down to dinner with the rest of the residents, or shall I have Niffty fetch some fare to your room for the evening?"

"I... uh, wow, being around people on a bad day has never worked out well for me. historically."

"You have managed adequately well with myself, your Lowness, so perhaps you should reconsider your current progress towards emotional management. As dear Charlotte might say, you are headed in the right direction!"

As the Overlod steps away, Lucifer grabs him by the nearest wrist, wincing at the sudden squeal of radio signals going haywire.

"Hey, wait... I'm sorry for touching you, but it's the fastest way for me to get a read on a Sinner. You just... you said some things, before, and I wanted to check in that you were alright too?" Lucifer felt awkward, and then ridiculous for the primary emotion becuase he was literally the most powerful being in the realm and part of his power was literally to pass judgement through reading souls. Why should he feel awkward?

"Would you let me... see? You know about what happened to me, but the way you spoke... but you don't have to!"

Alastor's arm twitches, like he wants to pull away... but the wrist remains in the Devil's grip, forcibly relaxing as a curt nod is provided. His thumb touching the slightest patch of skin between shirt sleeves and glove, and thrumming from low-level feedback that wound about the demon's heartbeat as if one and the same.

He would have backed off if the other had asked, had jerked away, had done anything but look at him in confused acceptance.

In a moment, everything is laid out before the King, and everything about Alastor clicked into place. A child born to a mother who should have reviled him, for her loss of choice in the matter and the social stigma it carried even though she was the victim. A little boy who was never fully wanted or loved by either heritage, too busy walking the line between two worlds that had their own views and ideals. A father whose actions went unquestioned, even when his anger bent and broke the people he held power over.

The higher society loved him, and laughed off his disciplining of the lessers, the lower tiers. They joked at the expense of the people he forced, beat down and exploited. For how would they know? Anyone not of their colouration was clearly something beneath them, too stupid to consider anything but liberated property even in those days. And for the people from whom his mother had descended, Alastor was a disgusting reminder of powerlessness, of perceived capitulation to the white man.

Even when he broke down the door, beat and bruised those within and eventually killed her... that was his right. His status made him untouchable.

A creature that hated his progeny for existing, and taking no ownership in what he had made, except in perpetuating cruelty again and again. Though when he was found deceased in the bayou, mercilesly hacked to pieces and half-devoured by gators, the whole town there such a to-do about it. As if he had mattered... as if he was a saint befallen of hard times.

But he was far from the only one of his ilk, and there was only so much time in the world to dispose of them. A neverending parade of people whom police would side with no matter what evidence remained at the scene.

Lucifer did suppress a smile at Mimzy's arrival in the narrative, watching the little lady hoist corpses and help in vivisections with a smile. Of course what the pair did was nightmarish... but... as a bastion of punishment and judgement himself, Lucifer could hardly fault them.

And then, a gunshot in the night and hunting dogs... and falling.

Lucifer had always assumed Sinners falling into Hell was meant as a parody of his own descent into darkness. But he'd never considered what it must be like to creatures who had never known flight, who had no experience with the swooping delight in their gut from diving and twirling through the air. To be tumbling from a height without any sense of bearing must be terrifying... and not all in his realm deserved the harsh concrete embrace of the realm.

Oh, Alastor's actions meant he did, of course... but not everyone.

Though he could empathise with the almost certain first death as they struck the ground. Their own human deaths still lingering in their nervous systems even as their forms changed beyond recognition...

With a wince, the King withdraws from the memories and rubs a concilliatory circle on the other's wrist. "I'm sorry..." he's not entirely sure what for exactly. Things had not had a happy start... how could one make a Winner out of someone who was shunned by society and the Good Christian Peoples from the moment of his conception?

It made the King doubt Heaven's insistance that sinners simply chose this life. What could have gone different for this man before him, for any like him, had they been born into a loving and accepting world?

What kind of people would his sinners be if they had had a different path? If Angel had been born in the current decade, he would just be another person... as would Alastor, and possibly even Husk too. He wasn't sure what the cat's deal was except he had a vice for gambling and drink... not exactly world ending sins.

Niffty... well, the one time he'd accidentally brushed against her skin when he found her sobbing, he got the impression of violence, and immaculate housekeeping and blood everywhere. He hadn't pried further... but it felt like she could have had another, better life, in a time away from the need to force people into marriages and roles from an early age, without anywhere to turn to when things went rotten.

He squints, a phantom ache behind his eyes that feels wildly unsettling. "Do you... sometimes feel the bullet is rattling about in your skull?"

"Don't fret over it. Much like your annual agony, it's only bothersome on certain anniversaries... or when the Devil goes rooting around in your being, apparently." He looks at the open sorrow on Lucifer's face. "Oh please don't strain yourself, Sire... it's hardly the worst way to die. You, yourself, must have been in greater discomfort on your fall..."

"No, I'm sorry that things were like that for you. On Earth. That's not the way we originally designed things at all... and... and it makes me think that maybe, just maybe, Heaven has made it almost impossible for people to be Winners unless they're excruciatingly lucky or very devout. Even then, you need to be born right in the middle of the right family, the right society, the right everything according to that place... the deck is stacked against you otherwise."

"Nevermind, Lucifer, you will find I am quite delighted to be here in Hell... there's so much to entertain me here! Why, I had the delightful pleasure of being able to kill my father TWICE! Not many can attest to such a feat." Alastor grinned, his free hand seemed to stretch out as if to summon his cane and twirl it... before faltering. "Ah, you will get to hear his screams another time then. Now, if you are feeling less miserable after our little heart to heart... perhaps we could, say, find a way to freshen you up for dinner?"

"Alastor... where's your little microphone thing?"

Crimson eyes narrow at him, and it's clear the other didn't want him to notice that little snafu. "Why it's recharging in my tower... overused it recently, after all." The deflection is near seamless.

"Okay..." Lucifer wasn't convinced. He was getting better at reading the perpetual grin, now they'd been up close and personal in an emotional crisis, and it seemed deceptive. "Did you want me to help you with that weird not-headache you have, like you did for me and my not-burning wings?"

"I-... I strongly suspect there's littel you can do, Majesty. There's nothing there to soothe..." Alastor admits, shifting his weight in uncertainty.

"Oh, but I might be able to pull the same trick you did... not sure about the other bites and scars, but I could at least tell your brain to ignore their signals until it stops." Lucifer suggests, sending concentrated pulses of energy up the Sinner's arm. He's just delighting in the shocked expression Alastor's sending his way at the alleviation of discomfort, when he finds it.

In an instant, he's yanked the other onto the couch and is pinning him down by straddling the other's hips. The King's wings ache as the shadows briefly flicker away as distorted radio signals spike through the air about them.

"What the fuck is this?" Lucifer growls, using one hand to pin the Overlord's wristsover his head and ignoring the menacing snarl he gets in response. Other hand tearing through the fabric between him and the sodden bandages. "Alastor, you idiot, do you have any idea how bad this is?"

It takes nothing at all to disperse them, leaving the injury out for all and sundry to see.

"Get. Off. Me."

"No. You came poking in here and harassed me out of my little comfortable nest of pain and self-loathing, so it's time I return the favour... before you drop double-dead." Lucifer grimaces, tracing lightly over the crude stitching.

Someone did an immaculate job initially, but it's clear that the stitches snapped at some point and Alastor had taken to piecing the skin back together himself with what must be a vestige of his shadows. Nothing is neat, not like the stitching Alasotr had managed on those poppets of his. But then, there's a difference between flesh and fabric...

"It's fine. Let me up and we shall not discuss this any further." Alastor attempts to negotiate.

"No, it's not. This is chock-full of Adam's essence... ugh, what a sentence... and it's trying really hard to consume you from the inside out. So just be a good little deer and, in the spirit of your new not-hate for each other as weird co-parents to my adult daughter, I'm going to save your life." Lucifer counters, gritting his teeth as he carefully runs a finger across the threads already in situ to dissolve them. Wound gaping almost obscenely before the edges start to heal so extremely slowly it was almost comical.

As he worked to tug the stubborn grace from the sinner, Lucifer couldn't help but note that for all of Alastor's verbal protesting, his shadows remained in place as a soothing balm on his wings and back. Charlie had spoken at length about how hard it can be to accept you need help, and even more difficult once it's supplied to you. Lucifer's going to assume that's what's happening here, it fits the narrative.

Carefully, he collects the golden glow and traps it within a swiftly summoned jar. That would need to be properly sealed later, to avoid someone else having it break free start poisoning whichever sinner was closest.

"It's okay, I'm nearly done... promise..." he mutters, automatically soothing like he used to with Charlie and sometimes even Lillith, when the everyday became fraught with illness and injury. "Just a little longer..."

With gentle persuasion, the last of the wound sealed itself from the inside out, finally drawing the whole situation to a close. If the Devil left his hand on the soft fluff of the other's chest a moment too long, well, perhaps he was merely checking that the slight scar remaining was the best he could do in terms of closing the injury.

"I don't think I can erase it completely." He apologises. "Angelic weapons always leave a mark, no matter how well you heal them..."

A sharp bark of laughter replies, startling the King, who finally realises he'd released Alastor's hands some time ago but had yet to be clawed, eviscerated or otherwise shoved off.

"Another scar to the collection is hardly something I will lose sleep over, little king... as you can see, I have been quite the connoisseur." Alastor retorts, and it may just be Lucifer's tired brain playing tricks like it so often did, but there seemed to be a new sparkle in those red eyes. The energetic nightmare was once more back to his normal high spirits.

"Oh, uh, you're welcome I guess?"

"Yes, how impolite of me... thank you for your unexpected gift of healing, that is... not how I anticipated our little chat to go, in all honesty." replied the demon, who then looked pointedly at their positioning. "Now, is there perhaps a... fee for this service that you are suggesting with our current arrangement... or shall we both make an appearance at dinner so dear Charlotte will not assume we've murdered one another?"

"I-... what-... You-... hold up a second, I wasn't implying anything... it's just easier to make sure I can reach the injury and stop you from hurting yourself while I did so. Unless you WANT something else to happen, but that's a whole other coversation and I'm way too tired to even consider it." Lucifer groaned internally as he heard his own rambling, why couldn't he get his mouth to stop?! "And also, let's get this straight... I would be hiding your body from Char Char, not the other way around, because let's be real... if Adam got you this bad, then you certainly can't take me."

"Ah, again with the propositioning, little King... I'm certain that I could take you. However, you couldn't handle me, I would love to show you your place, one day..." Alastor retorts, seemingly oblivious to the double entendres spilling freely from that sharp-toothed mouth.

Lucifer groans in exasperation. "Do you hear yourself? You need to stop talking before someone does something they'll regret..." He exhales in frustration. "Okay, okay, table that for another time. Where's your little staff? Did it get broken when you fought Adam?"

There's a petulant pause. "...yes."

"Can I see it?"

"Majesty, I thought we'd just gone past this and you're back to asking to see my majestic staff..." Alastor allows a dramatic yelp as he's whacked across the ear for that one.

"Stop it!" Lucifer is barely containing his laughter now.

"You're the one who wants to take my staff in hand, after all..."

"Keep it up, smartass and I'll fuck you!"

"...it's fuck you up, majesty."

"That's not what I said."

The room goes dead silent as the tell-tale radio noise fades out. Alastor looks, aptly enough, like a deer in headlights.

"What?"

A very amused grin creeps across Lucifer's face. "Oho-ho, so I've finally found a way to catch you off-guard, little buck..."

Despite how awful this initial interaction had started out, Lucifer found himself relaxing into the familiar pattern of banter, turnabout wordplay and now... victory, with the Overlord. Today could have gone worse, and historically always had... but this, this was enough to make his brain settle.

"Unsportsmanlike conduct, seducing the other team without fair warning." Alastor threw out, clearly having no idea where to go with this. "Might I remind you that we have a dinner engagement in..."

"Five minutes, if that clock's right... yeah, yeah you're right. I need to look less like I've been a sobbing mess all day, and you... need to cover that body up before I decide to have dessert before dinner." Lucifer mumbled, absently, staring at the fluff his hands were wrist deep in. It was so SOFT.

He momentarily wondered if Angel Dust's was the same, or thicker. The arachnid sure had offered to let him pet it enough times since he started living here. And shook the thought free, feeling odly disloyal, despite not being in a relationship with Alastor.

He yelped slightly as Alastor shadow-stepped to the side, appearing upright behind him as the Overlord began to rebutton his shirts.

"Well, we mustn't keep the others waiting. It was Angel's turn to cook tonight, so we may have something edible for once, and I for one am famished after that little heart to heart." Alastor adds, his static skipping as Lucifer snaps his fingers and both demons get a magical once-over. Skin clean and feeling freshly showered, attire back in place immaculately.

"True. I-... hmmmm." Lucifer pauses as he eyes his wings. "Can your shadows follow my wings into their dimensional pocket, if I put them away?"

Alastor thinks a moment. "I don't see why not, we can but try."

Slowly, braced for an outcome wherein the shadows slip away and the pain returned full force, Lucifer retracts the wings... with minimal fuss. The back of his shirt did have an unusual black backing where normally pristine white reigned supreme. However, that was it.

"It worked? It Worked!" Lucifer crowed. He whirled, enthusiastically, on Alastor. "Now, give me your stick!"

Predictably, with a hand to his brow like an offended dowager, the sinner replied, "Why Majesty, we're not even officially courting yet and you make such crude demands of-..."

"Oh come off it, you dork, now hand over the microphone and I'll fix it before dinner. We're got like ninety seconds and counting..."

Alastor's shadow swirled up from the floor to deposit the broken staff in the King's hands. The microphone lay dead and unresponsive in his grasp.

"Well, that's pretty fucked up... let's see if I can get it working again." Lucifer said, his nebulous power swirling about both fists as he clenched the staff tightly. With a snapping twist, he slammed the halves together in a thunderclap of sound and brilliant light. Forcing the tiniest trace of residual grace out of the item.

"Here you go, I think I fixed it. Been a while since I needed to coax a foci back to life like that, but what can I say? Always been talented with my hands."

Alastor took the microphone reverently, lighting up as the little eye opened again and power surged between the two like a closed circuit. "Hello old friend, it appears the show is able to go on after all... thanks to his little Majesty."

"Hey, enough with the Littl-...mmmph?!"

As swiftly as the kiss came, it was gone.

"Thank you, Lucifer. You have brought back something of great value. Without my foci it has been difficult to provide the defense that the hotel required, so I'm sure it will benefit us all in time." Alastor smoothed over the moment. "And as for those magic hands..."

Lucifer was going to have the first angelic heart attack if the other didn't finish his sentence.

"...would they care to come to my room later, to share in a duet with me? I noted your fiddle skills were quite advanced, and I have had few opportunities to play the piano in company these past few decades."

Lucifer's heartbeat skyrocketed, joy filling the former angel. With a bright grin, he nodded enthusiastically.

"It's a date, then!" he grinned.

Alastor paused by the doorway, glancing back for a long moment as if considering what had just happened. Finally, he nodded, a truly delighted grin sliding into place under the false smile on his face.

"Indeed it is. Now, let us head to dinner before an emergency hug therapy intervention is called, and the whole staff burst in here. You do not wish to be on the receiving end of one of those, trust my word on that one." Alastor advises, sauntering out.

Lucifer trailed behind him, slightly giddy... but also now questioning what in the seven rings the aforementioned intervention would look like.

Ah, he loved his darling daughter... but she had some very strange ideas sometimes. Must take after Lillith then, hthe King of Rubber Ducks thought, with no hint of irony.

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Just a random story that was meant to be like a four line headcanon that spiralled wildly out of control.

#lucifer #alastor #radioapple to a degree #wrote this in a blurb mb if something doesn't make sense

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