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THE LION CHRONICLES
Pairings: girlfriend!Lute x f!reader, fatherfigure!Alastor x f!reader, motherfigure!Rosie x f!reader, siblings!Emily and Sera x f!reader
Summary: Y/N, older sister of Emily and younger sister of Sera, mysteriously disappears from Heaven. She is found by two quirky overlords, who give her a fresh new start. Meanwhile, those close to her mistake her for dead.
A/N: this is just many thoughts put together, this would be the first time I'm making a serious project with fanfiction, so it could take me a while to get the hang of it :3
Warnings: mentions of sex, grief, canon-typical violence, WLW, eventual smut (probably), angst, daddy issues, mommy issues, approval seeking
| OPENING // PART 1 |
˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
They said I'm a traitor.
Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do.
I was raised to know that falling from grace was the worst thing that could ever happen to an angel. In my eyes, that was another of the multitude of lies I'd been told. The worst thing that happened to me wasn't falling, it was never seeing my sisters, my love or my home again. To never walk on the fluffy clouds. To be unable to protect Emily. To leave Sera to deal with responsibilities on her own. To never feel Lute's skin against my own.
What was true, however, was that falling was the most painful thing an angel could experience. The excruciating pain of my wings being torn off my back, the horror of seeing the six feathery stumps on the ground, golden blood spattered everywhere I turned my gaze, the agony of my halo being snapped, the tumble through the portal and the crash with the stony street of wherever I had stumbled upon.
Two people approached me as I laid stranded on the ground. Their shoes were right in front of my nose: one pair was black, red at the toes and above the ankles, the shape accommodated to hoof-like feet; the other pair was all black, a black and red striped gown draped over them. My blurry vision could just make out spots of colour and the lady's feminine appearance, while the one with hooves was more difficult to distinguish in the moment, but it was at best an effeminate man.
"A fallen angel?" A radio-filtered voice spoke right before I blacked out.
˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
"Look who's up!"
I opened my eyes, finally seeing more clearly than before. I was lying on my stomach on a red-pink couch and weakly lifted my head to look at what I could: the room was of hues of red, pink and boysenberry, a somewhat pleasing palette for Hell. I rolled on my back to get a better look around but the pain that radiated from my shoulder blades stabbed me again, making me cry out and sit up, leaning my shoulder on the couch. I could feel that the tiny stumps that were left of my wings were bandaged with gauze, the difficult tying of the material limiting the movement of my arms.
"Be careful with those, darling, don't push yourself." The lady from before spoke, seated on the bed in front of the couch.
"Thank you for rescuing me, Miss...?" I trailed off.
"Rosie, darling. Welcome to Cannibal Town." She introduced herself with a smile. She seemed quite lovely, almost motherly with the way she spoke.
"Cannibal Town?" The notion made me a little uncomfortable, but if she wanted to hurt me, she'd have done so already.
"Don't worry, dear, no one's out to eat you," the voice from before spoke, the man with the hooves, I guessed. "Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!"
This Alastor seemed like a quirky fellow: his never-ending smile, his moxie, his mannerisms and his radio-like voice, to name a few, were quite charming, but at the same time off-putting. I didn't know whether he was to be trusted or not, but he did save my life along with Rosie.
"The pleasure is all mine, sir." I replied with a weak smile and a small nod.
"Now, tell us, however did we stumble upon Sera and Emily's kindred in such an unbelievably unpleasant condition?" Alastor asked. The names of my sisters sent chills down my spine. I wondered what they were even thinking of me, their own sister, vanishing like that. What if they thought I died? Or worse... what if they thought I left them? That I didn't love them anymore and found a better way to live? And what if Lute thought that?
My breathing quivered and my eyes brimmed with tears at the mere thought. I sniffed quietly and began telling them what happened, voice thick with tears. "Sera approved the extermination. It's disgusting, it's inhumane, it's hypocritical... I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't let Emily find out about such a thing. I couldn't let Lute get involved in such danger... and for what? I know she can handle herself, but I couldn't risk losing her... and Emily's far too innocent know. I- I tried to stop it, I tried to make peace, but what I got instead..."
"Oh, you poor darling..." Rosie frowned and sat beside me, patting my head with affection, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch.
"Say, let's keep your... old titles a secret, dear Y/N, hmm?" Alastor said with an exaggerated tilt of the head, his neck emitting a loud crack with the motion. The noise made me flinch, but the fact that he seemed to be perfectly fine only added to my wonder and curiosity about him.
"Yes, sir." I agreed, looking down at my torn-up gown littered with clumps of feathers.
"To do that, you need a new look, darling." Rosie smiled, to which Alastor agreed with enthusiasm.
"Indeed you do, my dear!" He said and paced back and forth in front of the couch, examining my figure. He seemed to disapprove of the tousled hair, ripped angelic gown, gashes and stumps. "You need new clothes, a fresh new start, and- oh! Animal ears!"
"Animal ears?" I ask with a confused tilt of my head.
"Yes, darling. It's already hard to hide your glow, dim as it may be, and your wings are still a little visible on your back. You need a little something to redirect focus," Rosie explained, resting her chin on her hand. "I bet a nice purple will look great on you."
"Hmm, agreed." Alastor quipped and snapped his fingers. In a heartbeat, the gauze and wounds were gone, replaced by a bright purple striped dress suit, a white shirt, a black and purple bow tie and a darker cloak draped over my shoulders. I was still weak from the fall, but the pain was gone and the look made me feel a little better.
I got up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, a small smile spreading on my lips at the sight. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad here. "You look stunning, darling."
"Thank you, Rosie." I smiled.
"We're not done yet, my dear," Alastor snapped his fingers again, another beam of light flashing around me. "There we are. Perfect."
I opened my eyes and gasped softly at the reflection in the mirror: fluffy golden lion ears twitched atop my head, the tiniest rebellious mane sprouting from between them; a long tail curled and swayed back and forth from under my spine, fuzzy brown tip flicking idly. "A lion?"
"Indeed, dear child. The lion has been a symbol of courage, dignity and nobility for centuries. All qualities that fit you like a puzzle." Alastor encouraged, tapping my back with the back of his cane to correct my posture.
"What about me says courage, dignity and nobility?" I asked, ears drooping with sadness as I gazed up at him with a small frown. A fallen Seraphim, alone and damned forever could never be worthy of such appellations.
"Ha, ha, my dear child, you attempted to stop the extermination-" he began.
"And failed..." I interrupted with a soft sigh.
"Failure is the greatest teacher, Y/N. However much it hurts, what you can do is run from the consequences or face them and learn from them." Rosie spoke with a gentle smile. The feeling of approval, of being guided was so foreign, yet so warm and incredibly welcome. What she said made me think, I had never looked at it that way.
"Nevertheless, you stood up against something you deemed incorrect and you bore the title of Second High Seraphim with class," Alastor continued, tapping the bottom of my chin with his cane. "Walk with your head high, as if you still own your title."
I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile, my new fangs sparkling with cleanliness. Whereas before I saw a broken princess, a gangrenous limb that had been deemed infectious and severed from the organism, now I saw a woman with elegance and panache, the feline traits accentuating the good of my character. There was my new philosophy.
Courage, dignity, nobility.
˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Lute had spent the entire afternoon combing through the denizens of Heaven to look for you. Her and Adam had split up to find you, and had had no luck. She hadn't tried asking your sisters yet, they must know where you are better than her, surely. Ever since Lute had made her relationship with you official, she had become a part of the family, treated like your consort.
"Your Highnesses, forgive me, but have you heard from Y/N?" She asked the two sisters.
"No. She was supposed to be here hours ago." Sera said, anxiously placing back and forth, throwing an occasional glance out the window for news.
"We were hoping you had." Emily spoke, approaching the taller soldier. She was trying to keep up morale for Sera, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so.
"No, I wish," Lute ran a hand through her hair, letting out a small sigh. If something were to happen to you, she didn't know what she'd do. "She spent the night before she left, she only told me she'd be back by noon."
"We'll find her. Don't worry." Emily offered with a soft, reassuring smile.
Before Lute could say anything else, a frantic knock on the door brought the women's attention to the matter at hand. Sera and Emily scrambled forward while Lute rushed to open the door, met with Adam's solemn gaze. When she saw the look on his face, she felt something eating her stomach from the inside. In all the time the three of them had known Adam, they had never seen him out of his obnoxious, conceited character.
"Sir? News?" Lute asked, the suspense so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Adam opened his mouth to speak, debating how to say the words, then closed it and sighed, handing a piece of a broken object to Lute and one to Sera.
Y/N's halo.
Sera cried out, the anguish in her sobs palpable as she dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands. "No!"
"Adam, it can't be true...! She- she has to be out there somewhere!" Emily pleaded, trying to convince herself of what she was saying rather that everyone else.
"We found this outside the gates. It was in a pool of angelic blood with a clump of her feathers," he sighed, looking at the ground and closing his eyes. "I'm really sorry."
The eldest Seraphim felt her stomach dropping to her feet. She had failed to protect her own sister from this. Her gut-wrenching cries were difficult to hear, especially for Emily. The young Seraphim gently pried the halo from Sera's hand and held it in her own, trembling as her sister's blood stained her fingertips. The sobs racked her body as she clung to her older sister, the only one she had left.
Lute's airway felt like it was closing up. Whatever could you have done to deserve such a fate? The last time she had seen you was when you left her place to go to the meeting. The night before she had laid with you, spent feverish hours making passionate love to you. If only she had known, she never would have stopped. She never would have let go.
When Adam noticed her hyperventilating, he tentatively rested a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. However, Lute shrugged off his touch and slammed the doors open, flying away with a choked sob while holding the chunk of bloodstained halo in her hand.
Her black and white wings flapped with reckless abandon, carrying her to a quiet, isolated corner where she could think. Sobs of agony racked through her during the flight, bloodshot eyes blurring with ugly tears as she reached a lonely building and landed on the rooftop. Lute dropped to her knees and held the piece of you in her hand, resting her forehead against the object while her breath trembled and stuttered. Her other hand buried itself in her pristine white hair and she screamed her throat raw. She screamed for the love of her life, for her grief, for her anger. For never getting to see your face again, to kiss you, to hold you, to feel you. Because she'd lost who she was fighting for.
And all because of sinners.
Filthy demon scum had taken away her reason to live.
A low growl rumbled from her burning throat as her grip tightened around the halo, knuckles going white with the force. The thought of some disgusting unholy creature even breathing the same air as you made her blood boil.
In that moment, she vowed to do whatever it took to avenge you.
Starting with the extermination.
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Lame doodles to make myself feel better about my inability to draw bugs and Nifty
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NEW ART BABIIEESSSS🗣️🗣️🗣️
#hazbin hotel#art#drawing#digital art#hazbin#hazbin hotel art#hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#haznin hotel lucifer#lucifer Hazbin hotel
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YOUR FAVORITE RADIO HOST!
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Lucifer kind of feels dirty to take the praise as he didn't do anything... but feels nice when your family does say you did something right for once
True true
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I had an idea...
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So I do have Hazbin hotel OCS. I dont know who i should post about so i'll leave it up to the poll
(Il post about them in the order of votes they get)
#haznin hotel#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel oc#new hazbin episodes#lucifer morningstar#OC TIME BABYYYY
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btw 100% subscribing to the Vaggie used to be an exterminator theory. Girl fell back to millitary drills the moment she was left in charge of redeeming sinners. That is big former-angel energy if there ever was one.
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Hello, I hope you are well, could I ask for an Alastor and Teen!Reader, who focuses on their dynamics within the Haznin Hotel, situations like this where the reader is moody (I like that dynamic) but Alastor asks him to do something and his smile? (Sorry if it's not explained well)
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The game you've been playing, Honkai Star Rail (or anything else), had recently had an update and you wanted to catch up on the story quest. You got comfortable with snacks and blankets before diving into the game.
The last time you looked at the time it was 9:00pm.
It's currently 6:50am when you heard a knock on your door. You ignore it.
"I'm coming in." Alastor sang as he opened your door. You were buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows. You peeked out and saw Alastor sit on the side of your bed.
"We're making a new commercial for the hotel."
"Okay and?"
"You're going to be in it."
"Whyyyyyy."
"And you're gonna act lively WITH a smile unless you want me to give you something to frown about."
You groan.
"Oh come now, it's just for a 1 minute commercial.
"but it's so much work."
"Really Y/n." He sighed, "Get up and stop complaining." With a snap of his fingers, your clothes changed.
You reluctantly got up and followed him down stairs. Vaggie was more excited than usual as she approached you.
"This won't take long. If you cooperate, you'll be back to doing nothing in no time." She said sarcastically.
"Ya' know your tone was why people think you're a bi- you're mean." You have to stop yourself from cursing cause Alastor doesn't like it. He says it's improper. Alastor's smile widened at your self-restraint.
"A-n-yway let's make the commercial." She pulled you into her side and turned to face the other who, other than Nifty, looked unimpressed.
*time skip*
Charlie came back just in time to see the commercial air - before it was interrupted.
"YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING!" You jumped up from your spot on the couch.
"Nice restraint Y/n."
"I smiled and everything." You whined while dramatically leaning over his lap.
"I know and it was such a lovely smile. You should smile more." He successfully comforted you.
"That was a smile? If I were alive and saw that I would've thought I you were the grim reaper." Angel laughed. You quickly sat up and glared at him.
"At least I was moaning every line."
"I was entertaining. The only thing you had going for you was your 'smile'. "
"Both of you shut up we can't hear the tv."
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art by: @ghostly-one
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader#platonic#male reader#gn reader#female reader#x child reader#child reader#alastor x reader#reticent writes#reticent writer
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU ARE SO TALENTED, GLOINK. <33333 I am about to drop some art too
YAYAYAYA I FINISHED IT
@huskersbar LOOOOOKKK
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imagine the psychic damage that someone out there is cookig up making a haznin hogel amv to tayor wifts new abum sogn
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Man why so many haznin watchers following me . Sorry i dont respect you
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sorry ppl who came for will wood you got hazbin..sorrh people who came for haznin you got bnha
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Haznin Hotel spoilers
Theory: Alastor's favor will be making Charlie let Adam stay at the hotel so he can get revenge for his almost death
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