#hellaverse fanfic

[fletchingbrilliant]

To Sever a Loveless Bond Chapter Nine

PART 1/3 HAHAHAHA

Read the fic at AO3 or here on Tumblr! Written by @zaebeecee

There's 15 pics this time. I'm posting them in three parts. Responsibility ahoy~

I'm so jazzed about the IMP crossover into Zae's fic and have been looking forward to drawing it for forever~~~ Look at how much Blitzø gives not a fuck for Val's posturing

his bedazzling of moneyshot turned out really neat for how messy he was with that glue huh

See the other chapter artwork here:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five pt. 1

Chapter Five pt. 2

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

[daddyhoothoot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Helluva Boss (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Blitzo & Stolas Goetia, Octavia Goetia & Stolas Goetia Characters: Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Octavia Goetia Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Stolitz - Freeform, Stolas learns to drive, Caring Blitzo (Helluva Boss), blitzo is a good boyfriend, Stolitz cuddles, Explicit Language, Driving, Comfort, Stolas Goetia Loves Blitzo Summary:

Blitzø teaches Stolas how to drive.

Based on this poll that I made recently: 

[written-in-sunshine]

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Please read my Will Not Write section thoroughly. Just because something is on the list doesn’t mean that I dislike or don’t support it, but there are things on that list that I just don’t have enough interest in writing. That said, things on my Will Write list do not inherently mean that I support or like it. 

Currently, the only fandom listed that I will write for is the Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss). This is because it is a hyperfixation for me and I am more capable of writing for them without issue.

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Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Most Kinks (PLEASE ask if you’re unsure), Smut, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Omegaverse, AUs, Crossovers, Domestic Fluff, Violence, Age Gap Ships, Any Sexualities, Intersex Characters, Homophobia/Transphobia/Fantasy Racism/Racism (IF THE CONTENT IS RELEVANT TO THE CHARACTER), Your OCs, My OCs, OC-Centric Fics, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst, Headcanon-Based Things, Canon Compliant Fic, Canon Divergent Fic, Most Ships, Sickfics, Whump

Will Not Write List

Defecation of ANY KIND, tickling, gas, eye trauma, OCs without proper information for me to work from

Ships Most Likely To Write - Hellaverse

Adam/Lucifer

Adam/Lute

Alastor/Angel Dust

Alastor/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Valentino

Alessio/Crimson

Beelzebub/Ozzie

Chaz/Barbie

Fizzarolli/Ozzie

Mammon/Ozzie

Striker/Andrealphus

Travis/Angel Dust

Valentino/Angel Dust

Velvette/Chaz

Velvette/Valentino

Vox/Valentino

Vox/Valentino/Angel Dust

Vox/Velvette

Vox/Velvette/Valentino

Zestial/Velvette

Ships I Will Not Write - Hellaverse

Alastor/Charlie

Alastor/Lucifer

Blitzø/Stolas

Blitzø/Verosika

Lute/Vaggie

Moxxie/Millie

Verosika/Barbie (MAY make an exception for this)

Fandoms I Will Write Crossovers With

Assassin's Creed

Catherine

Deadman Wonderland

Devil's Carnival

Dragon Age

The Evil Within

Fallout Universe

Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy X/X-2

Inception

Insidious

Invader Zim

IT

Jeepers Creepers

Kick-Ass

Kingdom Hearts

Krampus

Left 4 Dead

Lollipop Chainsaw

Mad Max

Nightmare On Elm Street

The Quarry

Portal

Saw

Silent Hill

South Park

Team Fortress 2

Until Dawn

Feel free to ask about other fandoms, as well!

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[prof-ramses]

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Surprise! I've been working on a Golden Goose fic, and have managed to complete and refine the first chapter to publishing quality!

You can find it right here

Massive shoutouts to @thatguywhodoesstuff, @crossover-enthusiast and @woomy-wormy for supporting my writing endeavors and just being awesome all around.

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[paleshroom]

Waning

By Paleshroom (me)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Genre: angst, tragic romance, canon-compliant

Content warning: suicidal ideation, self-harm, self-hatred, body-image issues

Summary: The immediate aftermath (first couple days or so) of the events of Full Moon. Two chapters focusing on Blitz’s POV, and one on Stolas’s, as they both process everything (poorly).

Preview:

His knuckles are bruised and starting to bleed, and as he looks at them, he catches his reflection in the crystal on his forearm.

It’s ugly.

He wants to throw it out. He wants to shatter it so badly, this garbage souvenir, but he knows he can’t. It’s fine. He’ll give it to Loona, Mox, or Mils. One of them can probably figure out how the hell to use it. But god, he doesn’t want to see any of them.

[exvangelical-christian-nerd]

Shoulder Buddies: Introduction pt. 2

TW relationship drama and discussion of sex.

Natalie (She/her)

Disclaimer (doubles as the master post)

“Really this is how we're starting our morning, again?” grumbled someone right in my ear.

“Good morning to you too, Lute.” I muttered.

“Jill’s door is closed, at least.” Charlie said from my other shoulder.

“At least if Crowley got ‘im, we wouldn’t keep having to chase the furry attention whore around all the time.” Lute grumbled

How is this my angel? I wondered, although I too was tired of chasing Peep around, but feeding him to my ex’s ball python seemed more than a little extreme.

“Seriously? Fuck you, Lute!” Charlie shouted at her, her horns showing up for half a second. Apparently she was a little on edge this morning. I made a mental note to check on her when I had a moment.

 “Enough you two.” I scolded, kneeling  down and looking under the couch.

I could see Tracey’s lavender hair almost directly across from me on the other side of the couch.

Man, is it dirty under here. Who’s turn is it to vacuu- or right, mine. It took me a minute to find him. It didn’t help that he kinda blended in, with his white back half almost looking like the dust bunnies, I needed to vacuum up, and his black front half blending in with the shadow. But I finally found the rascal. I thought that might just be able to reach his long pink tail. I made a grab for it.

He ran out from under the couch, and into my room.

“Dang it.” I shouted.

Charlie and Lute both made similar, although more colorful, exclamations.

“Gosh fucking dang it. You stupid rat.” Tracey practically growled, as they stood up.

We had just made it to the door when my pure cat, Azi, came out carrying a squirming Peep in her mouth like he was a naughty kitten, which I think is what she thinks he is. She padded over to Tracey, gave them a very unimpressed look, and dropped Peep at their feet.

Trace scooped up their rat up before he had a chance to run again. “Bad rat. Very, very naughty. You’re gonna give Mommy a heart attack. You know that? Gorrammit, you dumb ass rat.” Tracey chastised him, all the way back to their room.

Azi rubbed up against my legs, meowing.

I squatted down and pet her. “You're a good girl, aren't you? Such a good girl.”

“A very good girl.” Charlie agreed, jumping on Azi’s head and scratching her behind the ears. Charlie’s red suit made Azi’s already bright white fur, somehow, seem even whiter.

She purred as we pet her.

A moment later I stood up,  “Time for breakfast, Azi Razzi.” She padded behind me as I walked to the kitchen. Charlie, rode on Azi’s head. I pulled the cat food out of the cupboard under the sink, poured some in Azi’s bowl, and then finally set it on the pet food mat, next to the refrigerator. I checked to make sure the water bowl was still sufficiently full. It was. Then I washed my hands and got back to making breakfast for us humans.

“Charlie, are you doing okay?” I asked my demon, who was standing on Azi’s back, knee deep in white fur.

Charlie laughed in a very not okay way. “Not really.”

“No shit.” Lute said.

“Lute,” I said, “Shut up.”

“Charlie, what going on?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine.”

“Charlie-”

“It’s no big deal. Just a little blip. It’ll be fine.”

“Sure it will.” Lute taunted. “Her girlfriend lied to her.” Lute whispered.

Charlie is dating Robin’s shoulder angel Vaggie.

“Fuck you, Lute!” Charlie’s horns came out again.

“Okay, okay.” I interrupted, “Lute, she’s right, this doesn’t concern you.” I turned to Charlie, “Do you wanna talk?”

“Not yet.”

“Fair enough.” I poured the first pancake on the skillet.

Tracey, now dressed in their work uniform, a red and blue striped shirt and jeans, came back out of their room right about then. Emily had gotten her feathers in order too.

I heard Jill’s alarm go off.

I finished pouring the first batch. “Trace can you get the syrup and such on the table?” I have four skillets I use. The two big ones can fit two, or sometimes three pancakes, the others can fit one (I usually make about 3 batches).

“Sure.” Tracey answered

Charlie was quiet.

Emily suddenly appeared on my shoulder and gave Charlie a hug.

About midway through the second batch, I heard Jill’s door open.

“Morning, Jill.” I said, glancing up.

Stu, Jill’s mobility dog, was opening zier door.

Jill followed him, using zier crutches. “Morning, Nat.”

“Steph, still here?”

Jill’s face went red as a strawberry, as did the face of zier angel, Sir Pentious. “You heard us?”

“Yes.”

I saw Sir Pentious pull his hat down over his face.

“We both did. ” Tracey said.

Jill’s face went an even deeper red.

“I think the whole apartment complex did.” Lute muttered

I could sugge-” I heard Fizz start to say, right before Emily suddenly appeared behind him and clamped her hands over his mouth.

Jill didn't hear them.  Jill can only see and hear zier own shoulder buddies, which is more than most people can do. It’s kinda sad really.

But Sir Pentious heard Fizz and Lute. He flared his hood for a second, then coiled up so tight he was almost a perfect sphere.

Jill’s shoulder devil, Cherri Bomb, rolled her eyes, “Whatever, loser,” she said giving me an exasperated look. “Though I don't see how you think you can judge, as I recall you're not exactly quiet yourself.

 My face suddenly felt very hot.

Jill’s face went even redder.

Tracey turned and walked quickly back to their room. Smart choice.

I turned my focus back on breakfast, “You could’ve invited her to stay for breakfast.” I said, “After all you’re dating not hooking up.”

“Nat!” Charlie exclaimed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lute smirking.

“You just said you were mad I had her over.”

“First off, I did not say that.”

“You kinda did.” Lute snorted.

I ignored her, “I just said I could hear you.  Secondly, I’m still friends with both your dumb asses and, we‘ve been over this before, I don’t care that you’re dating, Steph. However, I don’t know many people who want to hear other people’s… activities, and I’ve dated, and slept, with you both, so it’s doubly awkward.” I flipped the pancakes.

“Prude.” Cherri scoffed.

“How am I being a prude?” I practically shouted back.

Jill jumped and zier blue eye’s got big. Ze knows I can see zier buddies, but I’m not usually this open about it with zier, because ze finds it a bit off putting.

“I am not into voyeurism, Cherri.” I continued, “And I don’t think not wanting to hear my exes bang each other is unreasonable.”

“We’ll try to be quieter going forward.”

“Thank you. That's all I'm asking.”

Cherri rolled her eyes and flipped me off.

Lute returned the gesture.

Charlie looked like she wanted to die, which was kinda how I felt too.

Their was an awkward silence, as Jill came into the kitchen and fed Stu.

“I’ll tell Tracey it's safe to come out now.” Using zier crutches Jill went over and knocked on Tracey’s door. “Coast is clear.” Ze joked, laughing awkwardly.

Part 1

[asmerlotus]

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[valentinos-pimp]

Based on one of the funniest scenes from @prince-liest’s fanfic series 666: Live on Air!

[lavendulachronicler]

Hey, Lav. It is MichikoQueen from Ao3. I wanted to ask, who are your favourite characters from the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, separately? First, in Vivziepop's show, and then who is favourite in your own portrayal of them, whether it is is writing them or the changes you made to their character arc or storyline because of your own writing?

Also, who is your favorite from your oc's? Again, whether it is writing them or the changes they brought to the original story?

And how would you describe Syrup's relationship with Alastor, like he slept with him, called him 'Dad' accidentally, and how he is kind of possessive and protective of Syrup, from Alastor's point of view? Like, what does Alastor feel or think since the first meeting to the latest chapter you wrote? Unless it is spoiler territory.

Oooh so many good questions!

Favorite character from Hazbin Hotel: I love all my babies equally but I think I have to say Angel Dust. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. Well, not strictly true. When I first saw him it was in Gooseworx's 'Spider Mobster Polka' and, lacking context of the source material, I genuinely thought he was a girl. Ironic. I liked him well enough then but when I learned the actual gender of the matter then I fell in love with him.

Alastor may be a close runner up but that may be entirely because of how I write him and interpret his character.

Honorable mention goes to Husk and Charlie who I found a real appreciation for as I wrote them.

As for who I enjoy writing the most in terms of my own writing: Hrm. Lucifer is the obvious choice because he's so different in my work, but I am a big fan of how I characterize Valentino, if I may say so. We don't have confirmation, of course, but I just feel like I put an entirely different pack of thoughts into that big, horny, doofus's head.

Favorite character from Helluva Boss: I am far too far behind on HB, something I really need to rectify, but it has to go to Stolas. It's for entirely different reasons than Angel, though. Granted not too different. He appeals to me on a deeply personal level and I feel very seen by him.

Honorable mention goes to Fizz. I just think he's neat.

Shout out to all the different Sins, though. I've long been fascinated by depictions of Hell and the Seven Sins and Viv's has to be my favorite. It is also probably where most of my writing will break from canon. I intend to write them all in a very specific Way. The eyes of the storms that are their various sins. Being their embodiment, yes, but also doing their absolute best to encourage the sin in others.

As for my favorite OCs that is way way harder. My reflex is to say Inkwell but that might just be because I'm working on his story right now so he's in a lot of my thoughts. Fibonacci, actually, is a lot of fun to write and toss into situations like a large, gold, hand grenade, but I may be saying that for similar reasons to Ink. He's going to have a big impact in the next part of Sickly Sweet.

Then again considering I literally named myself for my Helluva Boss OC, maybe I should say it's him.

As for that last question: From Syrup's direction, he does view Alastor as something of a father figure, but he'd never admit that, least of all to himself. He looks to Alastor for approval and guidance and trusts him maybe more than anyone else in Hell.

Which is very funny because when I wrote the first Sickly Sweet, I meant for Alastor to be an antagonistic force. He was meant to be the person who set Syrup up to be found by his victims, after all, but as I wrote their first interaction I found, that they actually got along really well.

From Alastor's point of view, well...

He isn't lying, firstly. Every nice thing he's said and done for Syrup he has totally meant. I don't think Alastor is capable of lies of that magnitude. He does see Syrup as a kindred spirit. A scamp, a confidant, even a ward. There's a lot I put into Alastor's character (A reverent view of personal agency and good manners, a distaste for cowards and those who flinch from what they are, etc.) but there's an old character trait of Alastor's shared by Viv and it might not even apply anymore but it goes like this: "Alastor likes people who are like himself but dislikes people who are too like himself" and I keep that in mind a lot when writing him.

From that lens, Syrup is kind of ideal. Violent and clever, of course, viewing the Work in of itself as important while still straying from Alastor's own tastes and preferences enough to be, to Alastor, interesting.

I think to Alastor someone being interesting and someone being likeable are about the same thing.

Alastor does genuinely want to see Syrup become all that he can be... but Alastor is still a demon, and just because his like of Syrup is genuine doesn't mean that Alastor shouldn't be able to profit, in his way. Syrup is one of the sharpest knives in the drawer, after all.

And what good is a knife if you do not use it?

[guns-and-brimstone]

[ - retaliation - ]

[gore trigger warning ⚠️]

Guss rushed through the streets of pentagram city, dressed in his full gear. It was amazing how fast the sinner could still move while carrying so much weaponry at once. But it wasn’t suprising When you consider the fact that he was always armed to the teeth while on duty.

Today had been a close call to say the least. Guss had almost found himself jobless at the hands of some amature assassins, That had attempted to take the life of his boss while they were out in town. Luckily it was a very shitty attempt at best. Guss had noticed the reflection of that sniper scope shinning from a mile away. And managed to push Parak out of the way in good time, To prevent a bullet from piercing his throat. Still. They did manage to graze his shoulder with an angelic bullet. Now guss was pissed off beyond belief. Had he not noticed the rifleman, He Would have found himself loosing the only steady job he has had since his first Death. That white feathered wank-stain might be a bit of a prick at times, But Guss had begun to tolerate his attitude. Hell. He'd even started to enjoy it at times. Parak was a snob… But a fair boss. But most of all, he was his paycheck. And you do not fuck with a soldiers paycheck!

Scanning the area through his red lensed goggles, Guss tracked the assailants with ease through the night. Keeping himself at just enough distance so that they wouldn’t realise they’ve been followed back to their hideout. Rushing around a corner, the sinner saw the black van those bastards had fled the scene in, parked outside a large structure inside an old abandoned factory district. Turns out their hideout was some old warehouse. Fucking original.

There seemed to be two guards standing at the ready outside the front doors. Imps, armed with submachine guns. Guss could do this the quiet way. Take them all out quick and quietly. Which is most likely how any other skilled mercenary probably would have handled the situation. But this is Guss we are speaking of. A sinner that has lived his entire life and afterlife stubbornly believing that stealth was only for yellow-bellies. So he did what any sane person Would do. He walked Towards the two guards and let out a loud whistle. Once the two of them noticed the sinner coming Towards them and had told him to piss off. He drew his rocket launcher and fired it at the doors between them. The imps didn’t even have time to sound the alarm or fire a single shot before they were blown in to tiny giblets. And the reinforced doors between the was completely destroyed.

Tossing his now empty heavy weapon aside, Guss quickly pulled out his M16 and yelled in a robotic voice in to the smouldering pathway he had so crudely created.

”So, You wanna fuck with a working mans paycheck? I Don’t think so! Now i’m gonna fuck you!”

Advancing in to the building through the wrecked doorsway. He quickly noticed the several imps laying scattered around the room. Even through all the smoke clouding up the room. All of them were wounded and bleeding out rapidly from the shrapnel of that explosion. In his rage, Guss didn’t even give an ounce of thought towards mercy. He simply raised his assault rifle and sprayed the scum down with lead. Even those that pleaded and tried to crawl away from him got themselves bumped full of holes.

It looked like they had been Playing Cards When he got here. Because there were playing Cards and gambling chips scattered all over the floor. Along with the fragments of a table and chairs. Guss didn’t have much time to inspect the rest of the room further However. Before the doors leading in to the next room opened up. And a very angry looking hellhound stepped out with a shotgun at the ready.

Ducking behind a crate to escape the impact of the incoming fire. Guss crouched down as fragments of wood and splinters flew everywhere from the blasts. The hellhound was firing off slug after slug round in the sinners direction. And wasn’t doing a very good Job at keeping track of his ammo while doing so. As soon as guss heard the familiar clicks of an empty weapon, he took his chance and jumped out from behind cover. Unloading the rest of his entire magazine in to the mongrel's chest.

The hellhound coughed up blood and pieces of his lungs as he stumpled backwards. Dropping his shotgun on the floor and falling in to the room he had just come from. Guss huffed through his mask in response and sett his assault rifle aside for now. Reaching in to his flak jacket, He pulled out a spare submachine pistol that looked very similar to that of an Uzi from the human realm. He peaked in to the next room where the hellhound had fallen dead, only to nearly have his Brains blown out of his head by incoming fire. There were more of them waiting for him in there.

Guss glance around. trying to figure out how he could advance without getting sprayed down with lead. Noticing one if the corpses of the imps, he came up with a very crude tactic. Meat shielding Would have to do the trick here…

Picking up the corpse. The sinner Held the stiff body up like a shield, as he moved in to the next room. There were two imp inside. Both equiped with assault rifles. They opened fire at the sinner as soon as they saw him enter. But their bullets weren’t high caliber enough to pierce through their fallen comrade and hit Guss.

The soldier responded by firing upon one of them with his automatic handgun. Hitting the imp with several bullets through his skull. The remaining thug fired upon guss once again. This time he actually managed to hit guss in the arm that he was wielding his weapon in. The rush of pain caused the sinner let out a yell and drop his weapon. But that didn’t stop him for a second to retaliate. Throwing the corpse that was shielding him Towards the imp. He managed to knock him off balance easily. This gave Guss enough time to draw his bayonet knife.

Rushing up Towards the demon before he had the chance to raise his weapon again. A muffled ”FUCK YOU!” Escaped the skeletal mans mask as he plunged the blade deep in to the imps throat. The gurgling and shocked trembling was a sign that he had managed to cut through the major artery on his first try. Not wasting any more time, Guss left the thug there on the floor to choke out on his own blood and saliva.

Picking up a pistol from the other fallen imp. Guss moved in to the next room. Where he was instantly tackled to the ground by a large shark demon. Before the soldier had time to kick the brute off. The fat fuck took his entire arm in to his maw and bit down hard. Guss screamed in pain and punched his fist in to the side of the sharks head. But he simply refused to let go.

Unfortunatly for the brute, he had made the mistake of biting down on the same arm that Guss was wielding his pistol with. This meant that he now had a fully loaded gun in his mouth. Something that guss realised way before he did. Hearing the click of a hammer being pulled back. The shark demons eyes went wide for a split second before Guss fired off the entire Clip in to the back of his head. Fragments of bone and large splatters of blood spraying up on to the celling above them as he did so.

Pulling his wounded arm out of the now dead brutes maw. Guss stood up as he rolled the sharks corpse off of him. There should only be their boss left now. Having taken a real beating, He stumbled in to the last room. Which seemed to have been made in to an Office of some kind. Sitting behind a desk was a Pretty looking succubi. Holding her hands up in surrender as the sinner entered with his pistol pointed at her. The angelic sniper rifle was resting against the Wall behind her. Guss probably would have just shot first and asked questions later, had she not spoken up first.

”Ok!.. OK!….. You got me…. I won’t try to fight you…” she spoke in a low and seductive voice.

”You got through all my boys without too much Trouble. So i know I wouldn’t stand a chance against you anyway..” she continued.

”if you let me live, i’ll come with you and Tell you everything that i know about the one that hired me…. You have my word!” The succubi smiled. Confident that Guss would never pass up such an opportunity to show off to Parak.

Guss meanwhile decided that it was probably best to take this up with his employer first. Connecting up to the audio system built in to his mask. The succubi Would hear the sinner having a conversation with someone she was unable to hear.

”Boss…. i have their leader… yes, The bitch that shot you… Want me to bring her to you?….. uhuh….. uhuh…… Roger…… You sure boss?…….. Roger, 10-4…..”

The succubus smiled, believing that she would get out of this with her life intact. The realisation hit her like a mallet However, When the masked merc before her raised his pistol once again. Her expression slowly dropped in to that of disbelief and shock. just as she was about to open her mouth to protest. a bullet was fired from the pistol which hit her right between the eyes… Guss made damn sure that the job was done as Well, By walking around the desk and unloading the rest of the Magazine in to her skull.

After tossing the empty gun aside. The sinner began to search through her body to see if he could at least find a clue on who she had been working for. He didn’t find much Besides a note with intructions on where Parak was going to be that day. Along with a description of what he looked like and what his weakness was. The note was signed by someone named…. Velvette… Which was a name unknown to Guss. He took the piece of paper with him so that he could show it to Parak once he got back. collecting all his weaponry, the soldier sett fire to the warehouse before he left. He was in seriousness need of some medical attention, a shower and a drink. (Or several drinks)

[birdy-babe]

Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.

Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.

[fletchingbrilliant]

The Technician, The Informant, and The WILD CARD~

The final three are here, and with that, we have a full team!!! Blitzø has acquired his team of 'allies', and the heist is ready to commence!

But who hired him? What exactly are they holding over him? Can all of these demons be trusted? What happens when a group of Hellborn and Sinners try to work together?

And just what is going to go on at the 7-day extravaganza being held for Princess Charlie???

You better read Blitzø's 13 by me and @zaebeecee to find out -> READ IT HERE

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners

Chapter 1 - Hate For All Sinners

A/N – I couldn’t stop thinking about this short King after episode 5 of Hazbin Hotel came out. This is mostly a fic for me, to get me back into writing. (WILL DO A MALE AND NONBINARY ONE SOON!)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

NON-BINARY / GN VERSION HERE

“Who’s that?” Lucifer asked, pointing you out to Charlie.

In truth, he would’ve likely asked that of the next person he saw. As Charlie’s father, Lucifer was trying desperately to show how interested he was in his daughter’s project, even if he was barely holding onto anything she said. It wasn’t that he was disinterested, or too ignorant to understand the situation, but rather that after spending so much time as a recluse, locked away in the protective space of his workshop where he wouldn’t have to see the sinners or the Hell he was responsible for creating, Lucifer could barely comprehend what was going on around him. He knew it was because he was depressed, but he was trying and he had to make Charlie see that, even if it meant feigning fits of hypomanic excitement.

Yet, Lucifer found himself genuinely… horrified by you. He had seen many types of Demon over the millennia. Typically, they tended to represent Earth’s animals, such as that annoyingly powerful Deer Demon, Alistair, whom Lucifer had met thanks to this very tour… not that Alistair was worth mentioning, piece of shit that he was, mingling with Lucifer’s daughter when he had no right to even breathe the same air as her-

Lucifer caught his snowballing thoughts, turning them back to you. You weren’t an animal Demon. There were other types of Demons of course, though Flora and Fauna were the most common; object Demons also existed, such as that rather famous one that people talked about, the TV Demon, V-something? Lucifer couldn’t remember his name. He didn’t watch Television… he didn’t do much of anything these days.

“Oh,” Charlie sidled over to you, wrapping her arm warmly around your shoulder as she corralled you towards her father, “Dad, this is (Y/N). She’s one of the hotel’s, uh, allies I guess, right (Y/N)?”

“That’s right, Sir,” You held out your hand for Lucifer, who was staring dumbly at you, uncertain what to make of you.

As the ruler of Hell, fuelled by angelic power, Lucifer could always read a Demon, or rather, he could read their strength. For example, he knew after only one meeting that the bartender, Husk was a strong Demon, though his power was clearly being dampened by a soul contract, whereas that little snake fellow Sir Pentious was rather weak, though he had potential if he could manage to claim even a few souls of his own, but you? You were entirely different.

First off, you didn’t resemble an animal, plant, or object… You were the most human-looking Demon that Lucifer had ever seen; frankly, he found that disturbing. Secondly, you didn’t seem to have much if any power. What was wrong with you? To come off as human with little demonic power… Well, if Lucifer didn’t know any better, he would guess that you weren’t a sinner at all, but you had to be. You were definitely dead; that much he could tell. And, you were in Hell.

Dead and in Hell - those were the only two qualifications for becoming a Demon, so why were you like this?

“Dad, are you listening?” Charlie said exasperatedly, clearly annoyed that Lucifer’s thoughts seemed to have trailed off once again.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Lucifer stated, staring at your hand which you had seemingly retracted when he wasn’t paying attention. Damnation! Now Charlie was going to think he had snubbed her friend on purpose.

“So, (Y/N) is another one of your patrons. That’s nice.”

“What? No. Dad, I just told you, (Y/N) has no interest in being redeemed.”

“Oh,” Lucifer looked you up and down disapprovingly. It figured. Even this non-Demon was looking for power in Hell, probably so you would finally be a killer worth bragging about – Honestly, what was the point? All sinners were the same. Greedy, destructive forces who wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left to break.

“Yep, she’s our only permanent resident who wants to help rehabilitate other souls. Isn’t that great? She helps with everything here, and she doesn’t ask for anything in return.”

“That’s not true,” You blushed at Charlie’s praise. “Your daughter is very generous, Sir. She lets me stay here rent-free.”

“And that’s all you want?” Lucifer asked suspiciously.

“Honestly? Yeah.”

Lucifer shook his head but didn’t argue. He didn’t want to know what your real motivations were. It was probably as simple as hoping for regular boons from the Princess of Hell; you were clearly just biding your time. Besides, if you didn’t want to redeem your soul, then you must be just like Alistair, a sadistic monster just waiting to see Demons repeatedly fail in their attempts at redemption.

Now that his curiosity was sated, Lucifer decided that he didn’t want to lay eyes on you again. You weren’t worth his time. Only Charlie was… Well, Charlie and Vaggie, because any woman his daughter loved was practically family to him. He was glad when the tour continued, leaving you behind to catch Nifty who was trying to pull a piece of fabric from Lucifer’s coat, muttering something about the ‘Ultimate bad boy.’

“Okay, I can get you the meeting,” Lucifer agreed, doing what he could to support Charlie’s dreams of saving her people, even though he didn’t think there were any redeeming qualities for any denizen of Hell.

It hurt him to tell Charlie that he wouldn’t be able to go with her to that lofty paradise, having been cast out; how he wished he could protect his daughter from those who carried out God’s will. Still, she never asked him for anything, and if this was what her heart most desired, he would do all in his power to help.

“Will you be okay?” He asked sombrely.

“I’ll be fine,” Charlie assured him, taking hold of his hands.

“That’s my girl.”

For a moment, it looked like Lucifer was done, but he paused, worried that this wasn’t enough to make up for the years he had been absent, leaving Charlie to fend for herself while he shut himself away.

“Is there anything else you need?”

Charlie couldn’t help but worry about her father. What would happen when he went back into isolation? He needed something to focus on, but… What was there for him when all of Hell was his prison?

She couldn’t help thinking about how little Lucifer thought of all the other citizens of Hell. If only he could see that they weren’t as terrible as he thought. Granted, they could be violent, and loud, definitely rambunctious, but these were his people, and he had to see that his gift of Free Will was a good thing, yet, if she said any of this, she was certain Lucifer would only laugh at her or tell her to get real while playfully pinching her cheek. There was no way that Lucifer would leave his home to hang out with any citizen of Hell.

Then it hit her. If Lucifer wouldn’t leave his manor to visit people, then people should be allowed to visit his manor. Or better yet, one person should be chosen to go and live with Lucifer so that he would learn just how good people could be, and Charlie knew just the person for the job.

“Actually, Dad, there is one more thing.”

“Name it,” Lucifer smiled, glad that his daughter wanted to ask things of him, as any normal child should want from their parents.

“I think it would be good for you to socialise, just a little bit.”

“Charlie,” Lucifer’s voice was strained at the thought of going anywhere else in Hell.

“I know,” Charlie reassured him, looking into his eyes; she looked so understanding that he relaxed slightly. Then, she continued in a more upbeat tone, “That’s why I think you should take (Y/N) to live with you, as your maid!”

She pounded her palm decidedly, much like a judge pounding her gavel.

“What? NO!” Lucifer sputtered.

You for your part, had seemingly been shocked into silence, watching the exchange uncertainly while Alistair grinned devilishly at you, and Angel Dust was holding in a snicker. Granted, you could have argued, but Charlie was stubborn, and she always had some kind of wild idea. Whatever she was thinking, you decided that you would go along with it; there was usually a method to her madness after all.

“It’s fine, Dad, (Y/N) doesn’t mind, right (Y/N)?”

You shrugged your shoulders passively, “I guess?”

“See? You should get to know your citizens, Dad. It will be good for you, I promise. They’re not all as bad as you think.”

Lucifer took one hard look at you. Honestly, he wished his daughter had picked the porn star or that psycho maid. You, as a very human-looking Demon, were a vicious reminder of his past mistakes. Still, he had told his daughter he would do anything for her, and he had already promised her a meeting with Heaven, and nothing could possibly be worse than that.

“Alright,” He agreed.

Then, he summoned a portal for you with the flick of his wrist.

“Good luck, kiddo.” He said to Charlie, and upon keeping a safe distance from you, he waited for you to step through the portal.

“Charlie, I’m assuming that you have a good reason for this,” You said before taking a step towards your newly appointed home, “Just call me if you need anything.”

With that, you were gone, followed closely (though not too closely) by Lucifer.

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Worth the commission ~

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Hello! I’m Key, and this is my commission sheet! All of the necessary information for commissioning me is here, and I’d appreciate it if you could take a look before shooting me a message! Here is my Ao3 For Reference!

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Ships Most Likely To Write - Final Fantasy VII

Angeal Hewley/Genesis Rhapsodos

Biggs/Wedge

Hojo/Heidegger

Loz/Yazoo

Roche/Cloud

Roche/Reno

Rude/Reno

Sephiroth/Cloud Strife

Sephiroth/Genesis Rhapsodos

Tifa/Aerith

Tseng/Kadaj

Tseng/Reno

Tseng/Rufus Shinra

Zack Fair/Cloud Strife

Ships I Will Not Write - Final Fantasy VII

Cloud Strife/Aerith Gainsborough

Cloud Strife/Jessie

Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockheart

Sephiroth/Aerith Gainsborough

Tseng/Aerith Gainsborough

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Adam/Lucifer

Adam/Lute

Alastor/Angel Dust

Alastor/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Valentino

Alessio/Crimson

Beelzebub/Ozzie

Chaz/Barbie

Fizzarolli/Ozzie

Mammon/Ozzie

Striker/Andrealphus

Travis/Angel Dust

Valentino/Angel Dust

Vox/Valentino

Vox/Valentino/Angel Dust

Vox/Velvette/Valentino

Zestial/Velvette

Ships I Will Not Write - Hellaverse

Alastor/Charlie

Alastor/Lucifer

Blitzø/Stolas

Blitzø/Verosika

Lute/Vaggie

Moxxie/Millie

Verosika/Barbie (MAY make an exception for this)

Fandoms I Will Write Crossovers With

Assassin's Creed

Catherine

Deadman Wonderland

Devil's Carnival

Dragon Age

The Evil Within

Fallout Universe

Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy X/X-2

Inception

Insidious

Invader Zim

IT

Jeepers Creepers

Kick-Ass

Kingdom Hearts

Krampus

Left 4 Dead

Lollipop Chainsaw

Mad Max

Nightmare On Elm Street

The Quarry

Portal

Saw

Silent Hill

South Park

Team Fortress 2

Until Dawn

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Treasured Chapter 2

Exactly what it says on the tin, the second chapter of my Mammon x Stella fic is here for your enjoyment. Please leave a judos and/or comment if you enjoy it and spread the word however you can

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-Alastor x spouse!gn!reader:

Alastor and his Spouse had been together ever since they were alive and his spouse had always been his right hand in life and death. Just giving a helping hand if Alastor needed it, watching proudly as he became a powerful overlord. But then Alastor disappeared and no one knew where he had gone to, not even his beloved spouse. After a year or so of searching and waiting for their husband to come back, they accepted that he was gone and went on to become an overlord themselves, getting some tips from Rosie here and there. After a while they became isolated, only ever going out to gossip with Rosie or attend meetings with the other overlords. And they were never really a fan of the media or technology either. Only ever listening to their husbands radio, sometimes even joining in. So they weren’t aware of their husbands return, only seeing him for the first time in 7 years at one of the meetings with the other overlords. And they were pissed.

Sorry, that was really long.. my bad :[

Also, no pressure if you don’t want to go write this <3

A/N okay one, don’t apologize. Two, this ask is awesome. Three, I hope what I’ve done with it makes you happy :)

Wrath (Alastor x Overlord!Spouse!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Tame as heck for the most part, ngl.

Word Count: 1,820

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Y/n had never known life without Alastor. They had grown up together, shared a wild childhood in the back streets of New Orleans. Nothing can ever beat that type of love and so, when they were fifteen and terrified and he asked them on their first date, how could they say no?

One date turned into two and before either really had time to sit back and take stock of their lives, they were twenty and married. Alastor had a budding career as a radio host and Y/n found a simple joy in the life of a house-partner. Things had been happy, they had been good.

The pair had always been inseparable, attached at the hip. That first night Alastor had come home, eyes wide and suit soaked in blood? Y/n had handed him a damp towel. Even their entrance into death had been together, shot by a hunter while burying a body.

It had been a joy to watch him grow and change, to witness the way their husband built a life for them in the world of the living and nothing changed that when they entered Hell. They were his right hand, his everything. That was why it hurt so much when he disappeared one day without a trace.

Alastor had never done that before, not tell them what was going on. He'd been gone for days, weeks at a time on rare occasions, tracking some demon he was intent on killing or the like. This was different. They always talked before hand, he always made sure Y/n was safe and set up with their mutual friend Rosie for their protection. This time, there hadn't even been a note.

In tears, Y/n had wandered their way into Cannibal Town. Rosie's smile had slipped from her face upon welcoming them into the little shop she ran, quickly ushering the demon into the back room. Y/n, while they had been a right hand in their first life and this one, had never been an active part in Alastor's work. Sure, they leant a hand if he needed one, but the occasion he did was rare and most of them helping him was through making sure he had a hot meal to come home to and a loving environment to exist in. They had never had a life without him in it and refused to believe they were entering into one now.

The first weeks were rough. Y/n stayed with Rosie, in the same guest room they always did but, they barley left it. When Rosie suggested they start looking for her lost partner, Y/n had jumped up. It was a shred of hope, something to hold onto.

A year of searching went by. Rosie tried, did everything in her power to keep Y/n happy and hopeful, to keep her safe. Time is the cruelest master of all and not even Rosie could stop the doubt it brought to her friend.

"I can't do this anymore, Rose." Y/n admitted one day as they drank their coffee, "I... He's not coming back."

"You don't know that!" Rosie had insisted, grasping Y/n's hands across the table.

"We've been looking for a year. There hasn't been the slightest bit of evidence. I... I can't do it anymore. I have to move on."

And move on they did. With their husband gone, there were empty shoes to be filled among the overlords of Hell and who better to fill them than Y/n? They worked hard, training. They grew strong and it payed off at last when two and a half years after their husband's disappearance, Y/n managed to take down an overlord, officially indoctrinating them into their ranks.

The more time went on, the more feared of a figure they became. Y/n had hoped it would have been a distraction, carrying on Alastor's legacy. The loneliness ate away at them. He had always been there, and now he was suddenly gone. The more powerful they became, the more they retreated into themselves. They became a rumor, a name whispered behind closed doors.

Y/n still held out a spark of hope that one day, Alastor would return. As they hit the seven year line since his disappearance, that too fizzled out. Things were getting bad in Hell, the last extermination had been the most brutal in history. Just the other day, word had come in that Heaven wasn't even going to wait their normal year before the next one, only a meager six months. Even with Y/n's aversion to all things media, they were only a painful reminder of what they had lost, after all, they managed to hear about it. It was a big deal, and a terrifying one too.

Of course, in response to this, Carmilla had called a meeting. When Carmilla Carmine called a meeting, there wasn't an overlord in all of Hell who wasn't going to show up. It was serious, she meant buisness.

Y/n had dragged themselves out of the place that had become their home over the past seven years. One of the first things they had taught themselves how to do was to travel through shadows, the way their husband had. With a snap of their fingers, the shadows took them, spitting them back out in the waiting room of Carmilla's offices.

Looking around, Y/n caught sight of Rosie and approached their oldest friend.

"Hey, Rose." they hummed placidly.

"Oh! Y/n! What a pleasure to see you here." she smiled back, turning to face them, "I half expected you wouldn't show."

"You know me." Y/n shrugged, "I come when it's important."

"I'm worried about you." Rosie admitted after a moment, her smile faltering slightly, "You've been spotted out and about less and less."

"I'm fine, I promise." Y/n weakly reassured, "I'm drinking water and touching grass or whatever. I just... socializing isn't super my thing anymore."

"Yes but, you're putting a target on your back doing that." Rosie insisted, "People are going to start wondering, start questioning your power and authority. You should at least go rough someone up, or start a business! Establish your presence."

"Don't worry, Rose." Y/n smiled, their mouth full of razor sharp fangs, "Let 'em come. I can take care of myself now."

"That you can." she relented.

Y/n turned, surveying the room which held a handful of Hell's other top overlords. They recognized a couple, but there were a few they didn't know. They let out a sigh, eyes turning to the elevator doors as they slid open to reveal Zestial.

Y/n raised their hand, intending to wave a greeting to the oldest and most respected of their group as he entered the room, but froze. Their hand at chest level, their eyes went wide as they caught sight of a familiar shock of red hair.

"Fucking... Al?" they whispered, their arm falling to their side as they took half a step forward.

"What did you say?" Rosie asked.

It sounded like her voice was coming from somewhere underwater, the world was spinning.

"What's the matter?" Rosie asked, following the path of Y/n's gaze.

As her eyes landed on Alastor, standing clear as day at the other end of the room and casually conversing with Zestial, she gasped lightly.

"Oh my."

"I'll be back in a second, Rose." Y/n hissed through clenched teeth, their hands balled into tight fists.

With fluid, silent footfalls, they stormed across the room and came to a stop beside Alastor. The room fell silent at the sight. They all knew of the pair's story, had heard from Rosie about how long and how hard Y/n had searched for their husband. Hearing the silence, Alastor turned, his eyes locking with Y/n's.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, placing a hand gently on the top of their head, "How have you been, darling? Zestial was just telling me about what great strides you-"

Y/n harshly took his hand from their head, the strength with which they held his wrist cutting Alastor off. They took a step forward, now just an inch away from Alastor as they glared up at him. Fury coursed through their veins as he watched them in mild confusion.

"Seven years." Y/n scoffed.

Alastor made no reply, simply continuing to watch his spouse as they practically frothed at the mouth.

"Seven fucking years." they repeated, releasing the grip on his wrist.

"I'm here now."

The slap echoed through the silence like the crack of a whip. Alastor stumbled back to slightest bit, his hand raised to his cheek.

"You..." Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm themselves, "Al, where the fuck were you? How... how long have you been back?"

"A few days." he admitted.

Y/n's eyes widened as they processed the information.

"A... a few days?" they scoffed, "A few days? You know what? You didn't tell me when you left, why should I have expected you'd tell me you were back."

Y/n turned away from him, rubbing their forehead in irritation. Alastor hesitated before taking a step forward, placing a hand gently on their shoulder.

"Lov-"

"What?" Y/n spat, spinning back around to face him.

Their teeth were sharp, elongated and dripping. Tears welled in their eyes. Alastor's breath caught in his chest.

"Fucking what?!"

"Please, let me make it up to you." his voice was soft and gentle, the same one he used when they were alone together.

"I..." Y/n took another deep breath, "I don't know if you can."

Tears were streaming down their cheeks now, falling thick and fast. Their body glitched, half transformed into their full demon state and half staying as their more human public face. It pained him to see. If he had had any other choice, he would have done something different. He had never wanted to hurt them. Alastor reached out, grabbing their hands in his.

"Please, let me try."

"Why should I!" Y/n screamed back at him, pulling their hands out of his reach, "Seven years! Seven fucking years! You promised me. You promised me we'd stick together."

The grief seemed to be winning in its battle over the anger as the glitches slowed. Their teeth shrunk back to normal and their voice faded, becoming softer, weaker.

"I'll explain everything just please, please give me a chance."

Y/n sighed. Lifting their hands to their face, they pressed their palms into their eyes. They stood like that for a moment, unmoving and silent. Alastor waited, tense with anticipation. At last, they looked up at him once again, their arms falling loosely to their sides.

"Fine." they sharply stated and Alastor's smile grew, "After the meeting. You get as much time as it takes me to drink a cup of coffee. Deal?"

"Deal."

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A/N ngl I wasn't super sure how to end this fic but I really like it and this was such a fun request to write. I love and angry reader.