#lucifer x bisexual!reader

[ambrosiagoldfish]

I know FULL WELL we are not calling ADAM, Mr. ‘Call Me, Dick-Master’ HIMSELF, STRAIGHT!?? You mean the man who didn’t know THE most infamous and cruel Overlord in hell BUT SOMEHOW knew of one of the most popular GAY pornstars in hell??? THAT Adam??

LEAVE HIS CLOSETED BISEXUAL, FAT-ASSED, SELF OUT OF THIS 😭😭

Not to mention… LUCIFER!??? You mean the Angel WHO PRETENDED TO BE A WOMAN SO HE COULD SEDUCE ADAM IN THE BIBLE!???

They kiss in the sheets, your honor. I rest my case.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Baby Don't Hurt Me

LUCIFER X M READER Summary: You and Lucifer were never really a labeled thing until when your very life is at stake, does the King of Hell truly take into account his feelings. Warnings: PG-13 for implied sex, sexual language, vulgar language. For the lovely @pixie-skull REQUESTS OPEN!

In the dark and tumultuous realm of Hell, a sinister yet charismatic figure ruled supreme. Lucifer Morningstar, the embodiment of rebellion, carried himself with a confidence that belied the chaos of his kingdom. At least that is what it looked like to his subjects. Among the twisted landscapes and restless souls, there was one being who managed to capture Lucifer’s true self like no other—Y/N.

Their relationship was an enigma, even to them. Late nights were spent in shadowed alcoves, hidden from the prying eyes of Hell’s denizens. Whispers and stolen glances became their secret language. The thrill of sneaking around, of keeping their connection hidden, added a dangerous allure to their meetings. In the privacy of Lucifer's opulent chambers, they would share moments of passion, both knowing but never saying that there was something more between them.

Neither of them dared to label what they had. It was easier that way. For Lucifer, admitting to love was a vulnerability he couldn’t afford, especially not after Lillith and just getting Charlie back in his life. Y/N, strong and independent, valued their freedom and feared the chains that love might bring in a place like Hell. They reveled in the attention from Lucifer but to admit true feelings might do more harm than good in Hell, especially with all the people who love to take advantage of others. Both men and women alike had only used them so why wouldn't the King of Hell himself, Y/N was convinced, only use them too?

Ye even as the war of love raged on, the forces of Heaven prepared their assault, and Hell and the Hazbin Hotel braced for the inevitable clash. The day of the battle arrived with a ferocity that shook Hell to its core. Angels descended with blinding light and righteous fury, led by the vengeful Adam, Heaven’s warrior. The air was thick with the sounds of clashing weapons and the cries of the damned and divine.

In the midst of the chaos, Lucifer fought, albeit a little late to the party, with a fury born of centuries of defiance. His eyes constantly darted around the battlefield, always finding their way back to Y/N. 

Standing utop the roof, sword glinting in the light of the battlefield, Y/N stood guarding a fallen Charlie. 

“I would suggest you back the fuck up, Adam.”

“Awww, isn’t this cute, the little lover wants to save Luci's little girl.”

“The closest you get to brainstorming insults Adam is a light drizzle.”

“BITCH!”

Slicing his guitar towards Y/N, they met it with a block. Both parties slashed through the air, perry and block one after the other. Sweat poured down Y/N’s face, their short hair sticking to their face. he moonlight cast a silver sheen over their blades, creating an almost ethereal glow as the two adversaries faced off.

Adam's eyes narrowed, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You really think you can stop me, Y/N?" he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

Y/N tightened their grip on their sword, the weight of the steel comforting in their hand. "I won't let you hurt them," they replied, their voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Without another word, Adam lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Y/N parried the blow, the clash of metal ringing out like a thunderclap. Sparks flew as their swords met, the force of the impact sending vibrations up Y/N's arm.

Adam was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious. Y/N matched him blow for blow, their movements fluid and precise. The two danced a deadly ballet, their swords weaving intricate patterns in the air.

"Impressive," Adam sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "But you're only delaying the inevitable."

Y/N didn't respond, their focus razor-sharp. They could feel the strain in their muscles, the burn of exertion, but they pushed it aside. They couldn't afford to lose focus, not now.

With a sudden burst of speed, Adam feinted to the left and then swung his blade towards Y/N's side. Y/N barely had time to react, twisting their body just in time to avoid a fatal blow. Pain lanced through their side as the tip of Adam's sword grazed their skin, but they gritted their teeth and pressed on.

Using the momentum, Y/N counterattacked, their sword arcing towards Adam's chest. Adam deflected the strike, but Y/N was relentless. They pressed forward, their attacks becoming more aggressive, each swing fueled by their determination to protect Lucifer and Charlie.

For a moment, it seemed like Y/N had the upper hand. Their blade cut through the air with precision, forcing Adam to stay on the defensive. But Adam was cunning, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. He saw an opening, a split-second lapse in Y/N's defense, and he took it.

With a swift, brutal strike, Adam knocked Y/N's sword from their hand. The weapon clattered to the ground, and Y/N stumbled back, breathless. Adam advanced, his sword raised for the final blow.

“Go ahead and cry to your boyfriend, he isn’t here. I will enjoy destroying you, sinner.”

Watching this all unfold, Lucifer's heart clenched—a sensation he hadn’t felt in eons. With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, he unleashed his full power, tearing through the ranks of angels to reach Y/N. He arrived just as Adam’s sword plunged into Y/N’s side, a scream of agony ripping from their lips.

Lucifer’s vision turned red. In a blur of motion, he struck Adam with a force that sent the angel sprawling. Adam, now unconscious under a pile of rubble, laid motionless. 

Rushing back to the roof, Lucifer knelt beside Y/N, cradling them in his arms, the world around him forgotten. Blood seeped from the wound, and Y/N’s breaths came in ragged gasps.

“Stay with me,” Lucifer commanded, his voice breaking in a way it never had before. “You can’t leave me, not now.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a weak smile playing on their lips. “I’m not going anywhere, you stubborn devil.”

Lucifer felt the sting of tears. He pressed his forehead against Y/N’s, a silent plea for them to hold on. As the battle raged around them, he realized the depth of his feelings. This was more than a fleeting connection, more than a casual fling. This was love, raw and undeniable. This man had given him love, passion, kindness, heck even tried to save his own daughter.

“I…I think I love you,” he whispered, the words heavy with the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions.

Y/N reached up, cupping his cheek. “I know. I love you too.”

————————————————

“Lucifer, for Heaven’s sake, it will heal on its own!”

“I know ducky, but please….just let me look at it!”

“No you worried devil, I will be okay!”

Letting out a light chuckle, Y/N laid in Lucifer’s plush bed, surrounded by bandages and pillows. While Lucifer’s concern over his new found love was touching, the constant mothering was a tad annoying but mostly endearing. 

“Promise, me ducky?”

“I promise, Puggle, now come cuddle with me!” 

With a grin, Lucifer plopped into the bed with Y/N, burying his head into their shoulder. After a moment of silence, Lucifer shifted…and then shifted again.

“Yes, platypus?”

“Um…”

“You wanna make out yes?”

“....only if you are okay with that?”

“Darling, if I ever say no to that question there is a gun in my top dresser drawer. Shoot me with it.” 

Stealing his lips into a searing kiss, Y/N tangled their hands into Lucifer’s hair. Rolling ontop of Lucifer, Y/N kept kissing him with fevor. A thousand past kisses didn’t compare to the fiery nature of this single one, it felt like even their fingertips deliciously burned at each other’s touch. Popping the buttons off one by one of Lucifer silk shirt and then removing his own, the dance of tongue and teeth continued. Nips, soft bites, and moans eoched around the spacesou bed room. Tilting his knee up, Lucifer ground his leg into Y/N’s crotch. Lewdness sprung forth from their mouth as they clamped down onto Lucifer’s shoulder. 

Outside the doorway, however, was a very concerned Charlie who had been hearing the commotion and was worried about the injured state of Y/N. Softly pushing the door open and immediately regretting her decision, Charlie stood dumbstruck. 

“Fuck, just like that Luci, mhmmm….so close.”

“Ducky, come on, come for me!”

“DAD?!”

The scene came to a halt! Caught in a rather…precarious position, Lucifer and Y/N stopped their movements. Throwing the covers swiftlyt over them as Charlie shielded her eyes, all parties stared at each other. 

“Eh….Charlie…”

“I’ll knock next time I am so sorry, I was just so worried about Y/N and you and the fight and—”

“Charlie! Its okay. Luci…I guess this is a good a time as any….Charlie dear your father and I are dating—”

“FINALLY!!”

[marrziy]

Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

"Afago ao rei deprimido"

•Série: Hazbin Hotel

•Gênero: romance/sad

•Sinopse: Uma vez por semana você comparece à morada do orgulhoso chefão do inferno para exercer sua função de alma acorrentada. Você é o servo das sextas-feiras e o único com acesso aos aposentos pessoais dos Morningstars. Em um desses dias de faxina, você acaba sendo vítima da fragilidade de Lucifer.

•Palavras: 1.6k

3° pessoa - presente

Falar pra vocês que fiquei mais de 1h tentando decidir se escrevia Lúcifer com ou sem assento (pelo nome original do personagem ser sem, deixei o "u" carequinha mesmo, mas é bem capaz de eu surtar depois de postar e editar tudo 🤐)

Diante do último cômodo a ser limpo, você contrai as pálpebras e suspira audivelmente, hesitando antes de bater com os nós dos dedos na madeira. Longos segundos depois, a voz de Lucifer ecoa através da porta.

Você tem que decifrar as palavras do rei, que se embolam e soam abafadas. Você presume que ele está com o rosto afundado no travesseiro, daí os grunhidos sem sentido.

Por garantia, você se apresenta — Sou eu, senhor… M/n. Posso entrar? – já é noite, você passou o dia todo tirando poeira dos móveis intocados, concretizando mais um dia sendo refém de um acordo que você sequer fez. Todo o seu autocontrole é usado naquele instante para manter a voz pacífica. — Só falta o seu quarto para que eu finalmente possa ir embora.

Mas as palavras… essas você não controla.

Você não sabe, mas sua sinceridade é a principal razão pela qual Lucifer te mantém por perto e te dá acesso ao ninho onde ele se afoga em melancolia.

Assim como ele também não sabe que o seu motivo para ser tão sincero é a falta de necessidade que você tem de acariciar o ego dele e o prazer que você sente em não fazer isso.

A tranca gira e lá está ele, abatido, sorrindo fraco para você. — Porra… já se passou uma semana? Eu nem percebi. Pra mim você tinha vindo aqui ontem. – um riso soprado escapa de Lucifer.

O riso mais infeliz que você já ouviu.

— Não vou demorar. – sua resposta é simples e sua face neutra. Quando o dono da porra toda te dá espaço, você entra arrastando um aspirador à esquerda e carregando um espanador à direita, dentro de um cesto embaixo do braço, que você usará para levar a roupa suja até a lavanderia.

— Sem pressa. – Lucifer volta para a cama e se senta na beira do colchão, com os joelhos separados e os cotovelos repousando nas coxas, encarando o chão enquanto apoia o queixo nas mãos. Ele aparenta estar aguardando sua deixa, mas na verdade, está desfrutando da sua companhia.

— Eu tô com pressa.

— Eu ordeno que não esteja.

Você bufa, odiando como sua frieza não surte efeito nele.

A melhor opção para você, dadas as circunstâncias e seus objetivos, é investir no silêncio, anormalmente fácil de manter.

Seu foco principal é a enorme estante de livros, que se estende por toda a parede extensa daquele quarto exageradamente grande.

Entretanto, sua concentração ao retirar os livros das prateleiras é completamente desviada por um olhar penetrante. Lucifer encara fixamente as suas costas, implorando por uma brecha, clamando por sua atenção. — O que foi? – você gira os calcanhares para encará-lo, incapaz de executar suas funções com o diabo te fitando com tanto afinco.

— Eu sou um bom pai? – Lucifer, que costuma ser tão barulhento, sussurra com embargo na voz. A dúvida, que o consumia mais a cada amanhecer infernal, nunca foi expressa em voz alta, e quando finalmente falada, fez subir toda a amargura pela garganta. — Você sabe de boa parte das coisas que rolaram por aqui. Eu sou um puta boca aberta e… de acordo com as coisas que eu te contei e as que você presenciou… – Lucifer impede as lágrimas de rolarem ao esfregar o antebraço nos olhos marejados. Ele desvia o olhar, tentando disfarçar o próprio estado. — Você diria que fui um bom pai para a Charlie?

Talvez você devesse ser mau.

Ter nascido no inferno não é um castigo, é uma péssima circunstância. Você não está pagando por pecado algum, apenas teve o azar de conhecer esse mundo após uma decadente dona de terras se apaixonar por um fracassado e dar sem proteção. O tão almejado demônio dos sonhos não era angelical o suficiente e não assumiu a prole. Sua mãe, carregando você dentro de si, dormia nas ruas, às vezes tão fora de si que ocupava espaço nas calçadas. Lucifer tropeçou nela em um dia qualquer, ele literalmente tropeçou no corpo faminto da sua mãe no chão e, como quem não quer nada, ofereceu moradia e trabalho.

Mas o diabo faz acordos, não caridade. Ele queria, além da alma dela, a sua.

Quando sua mãe morresse, você seria dele, e quando aconteceu, tudo mudou. Você naturalmente se sentiu revoltado, pois não pediu nada daquilo, e fazia questão de deixar claro o quanto estava cagando para o título do ser que tinha posse sobre você, mas ainda assim, o obedecia, afinal, você é dele… Ao atingir a maioridade, a liberdade nunca esteve tão distante.

Sua acidez e palavras afiadas, no fim, só fizeram Lucifer expressar mais domínio sobre você, exigindo sua companhia com mais frequência, tanto que após Lilith sumir e Charlie seguir os próprios sonhos, momento em que a maioria dos funcionários foram mandados embora e a presença dos empregados passou a ser semanal, inclusive a sua, ainda lhe é dada exclusividade.

Você é o único que quase viu Lucifer chorar.

— Quando Lilith estava aqui, diria que você era o melhor pai do mundo. – um mínimo sorriso nostálgico estica os lábios de Lucifer. Suas palavras despertam um calor doloroso no peito do governante. — Mas agora, você está tão ausente. Me arrisco a dizer, senhor, que você não conhece a sua filha além da versão dela de sete anos.

Você esperava vê-lo emputecido, com chifres e olhos vermelhos. No entanto, a figura poderosa deita no macio da cama, encolhendo-se nas cobertas.

Você não tem dever afetivo algum com ele e quer se sentir feliz com seu desamparo.

Mas apenas sente pena.

— Eu não culparia você, pelo menos não totalmente, assim como também não julgaria a sua filha caso ela cortasse laços. – por fim, você se volta às prateleiras novamente. — De qualquer forma, foda-se o que eu penso. Eu não sou ninguém, minhas palavras não devem ter valor pra você.

Você não sente mais os mirantes de Lucifer queimando sua forma e segue com a que veio. Ainda assim, com a mente avoada, distante do que está fazendo, presa na interação recente, remoendo, principalmente, sua reação a tudo isso.

Por que você não está contente com a desgraça de quem faz da sua vida um mero adereço?

E por que isso tem que ser uma questão? Por que é tão difícil de ignorar?

— Deita comigo. – a voz de Lucifer, rouca e mansa, chicoteia seus ouvidos.

Confuso, você franze as sobrancelhas. — o quê? – sua surpresa é tão acentuada que quase te leva a rir. Um sorriso incrédulo enfeita seu rosto no tempo em que você encara o nada, sem coragem para se virar e enfrentar o diabo.

De costas, você é mais valente.

— Falei pra vir deitar comigo. – Lucifer repete com a mesma calmaria e firmeza. — Juro que não vou fazer nada, só quero alguém aqui comigo… quero você aqui. – ele aperta o edredom no espaço vazio ao lado, como se o fato de estar vazio e ter apenas a roupa de cama para segurar fosse o problema.

Ouvindo pela primeira vez, você sentiu raiva, mas na segunda, suas bochechas esquentaram. — Não! – na sua cabeça, soou decidido, mas veio frágil e incerto.

Sua alma é dele e você ousa nergar-lhe?

— Perdão… eu dei a entender que estou pedindo? – o tom de Lucifer, apesar de gentil, gela a espinha. — Estou mandando, M/n.

Você não quer vê-lo estressado. Ele nunca perdeu a linha contigo ao ponto de gritar com fogo nas ventas ou avermelhar o olhar, mas você já presenciou essa versão do supremo orgulhoso e estremece ao se imaginar sendo alvo do fogo de Lucifer.

— Tá. – seu bufar não é discreto, denuncia a sua frustração com êxito.

Ao se redirecionar, você quase desmonta com a visão e se pergunta por que o teme.

Lucifer, aninhado entre os lençóis de seda vermelha, olha para você com as esferas brilhantes, mordendo o lábio inferior em anseio, quase explodindo ao ver você se aproximar dele na enorme cama. O majestoso bate freneticamente com a palma da mão no lugar vazio, te convidando a se apressar para ocupar o espaço ao seu lado.

— Você é tão bobo. – é o que você diz enquanto deita, tentando impedir uma risada de escapar, e até consegue, mas o preço é um sorriso largo, tão sincero que você não segura.

— E ainda mando e desmando nessa birosca todinha! – Lucifer aponta para si mesmo, exibindo os dentes com um sorriso orgulhoso.

— Continua sendo bobo. – você quase ronrona enquanto se aconchega no colchão bizarramente confortável, mas fica imóvel e cora quando seu olhar cruza com o de Lucifer. Você poderia só presumir que ele é um poderoso excêntrico e ficar na sua, mas as sobrancelhas caídas dele, que transformam o sorriso vibrante em um sorriso abatido, te induzem a perguntar. — Por que cê tá me encarando assim?

— Nada demais… só tô acostumado a deitar aqui, olhar para o lado e não ver ninguém… – Lucifer entrelaça os dedos com os seus, unindo suas palmas e as repousando no travesseiro. — Mas agora tem você.

Quando você entende o que está acontecendo, o coração bate pesado. — Eu… eu não sou ela.

— Eu sei. Lilith não está mais aqui… – uma lágrima, única e solitária, trilha caminho na bochecha pálida de Lucifer, encerrando sua jornada na maçã vermelha. — Eu tô cansado de ser forte… – a mão trêmula dele sobe pelo seu corpo e para na sua cintura, fazendo pressão na curvatura.

Ele teme que você suma.

Você retribui o sorriso que Lucifer insiste em manter, e quando ele te abraça com força e entrelaça as pernas nas suas, você aceita e o conforta, estando ali, pela primeira vez, como alguém, e não como algo.

— Por favor… – Lucifer soluça, encharcando sua camiseta. — Me permita ser fraco… só hoje! Me deixe ser vulnerável…

Você não sabe para quem ele implora.

Mas você está lá.

[ilovecarmillia]

Velvette wallpaper 😍💜🩷Our queen slayed 💅🏼

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hey, everyone!

I swear that I'm working on my Vox x Gen Z Reader thing, as well as an Alastor x Wife!Reader, and the requests in my inbox. I just haven't had a whole bunch of time like I expected to. I hope to have a couple of these posted before July 9th!

Also, happy pride month from your friendly neighborhood bisexual! I appreciate all of your kind words and ideas 💖

[duck-short-depressed-king]

Say Lucifer, are you available by any chance~? ;3 I can take you anywhere you’d like to go as a date~!

🍎🪽"Alright, darling. To where exactly?"🪽🍎

(BEFORE I GET ATTACKED-! I ship Lucifer x Reader or Y/N. Alright? Sometimes, I just want to make people/Simps day better. I still ship Lucifer x Lilith. So don't worry.)

[samsno1]

you should write jealous sam!!

Gut Feeling

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

the gif is not exactly accurate since the fic passes after the first lucifer shenenigans but i wanted to use it. also, sorry that it took so long to write this request, ive been struggling for a while with writing but here it is, better late than never i guess

Summary: Falling in love with his brother's best friend is good, Sam could keep it secret and stay close to her at the same time but jealousy eats at him slowly because her and Dean seem way too close for his liking

Warnings: just fluff, kind of hurt/comfort, jealousy (duh), sam wants to kill dean, dean is flirty and reader jokingly flirts back, sam's got it bad, hinted bisexual sam because idc what anyone says this man ain't straight, NOT PROOF READ, english is not my first language

wc: 4.3k

enjoy!

Sam wouldn’t call himself a jealous man, especially of those who weren’t romantically related to him. He had his insecurities but, if any woman or man was willing to be with him, even knowing everything that he did, — and does — he didn’t think they would feel the need to betray him. Besides, Sam wasn’t cocky, but he knew he was above average in the ranking of looks, he had been more than assured of that by both men and women throughout his life. Even so, Sam still was Sam, the one who constantly put himself down, the one who constantly didn’t feel enough and the one that constantly stared at you like a predator eyeing a prey everytime you were too giggly with his brother.

You had come into the Winchester’s lives while Sam was away at college, meeting Dean and his father, John, first. It took a few weeks for you to find out through a fight between Dean and John that Sam existed and that he was Dean’s younger brother. You had questioned Dean at the time while comforting him after the heated argument why he hadn’t told you about Sam and he said it was a sensitive subject. You had assumed Sam died — thank God you were wrong — but he was studying Law at Stanford. You were shocked at that, usually hunters that grew in the life didn’t even care about education, much less were capable of getting into a renewed University such as Stanford. Dean told you about how Sam always hated hunting, complained about constantly moving, had straight A’s in whatever schools he went to and, as soon as he got the invitation letter, he left.

You could see Dean missed his brother, just talking about Sam made him show this nostalgic look, like he was talking about a distant memory. A few months later you finally met Sam while you looked for John — who had disappeared in a hunt. He wasn’t what you expected — usually you picture the younger brother shorter and you didn’t stop making fun of Dean for days after that. Sam was smart with quick thinking and incredible deducing skills, finding out about the Woman in White was easier than you thought it would be.

At the end of the hunt, you said your goodbyes to Sam. You could see the bitterness surrounding Dean when he couldn’t convince Sam to keep hunting with him and your hand rubbed his back discreetly for comfort.

Imagine your surprise when you hear Sam scream in horror as fire spreads through his home. Dean didn’t think twice before going in, soon coming back out with Sam, who was crying his heart out as he put up a battle against his brother while Dean pulled him away from the fire. He screamed a girl’s name — Jess, his girlfriend — and you soon understood what happened.

Ever since then it was you, Sam and Dean against the world, literally. You were there when their father died selling his soul to save Dean, you were there when Sam died and tried to convince Dean not to sell his soul for him and do the same his father did — when you thought you finally persuaded him he sneaked out when you were sleeping and made a deal —, you were there when Dean went to hell and back and met the Angel Castiel, when Sam was addicted to demon blood, when the brothers wouldn’t stop fighting, when Lucifer was freed and everything the boys had gone through up until now.

Throughout these years, Sam grew enchanted by you. At first, he didn’t think much of you, he thought you were dating Dean and when he questioned you about it you made a fake gag sound, dramatizing your motions by putting a hand to your stomach and curving your spine forward. You got a chuckle out of Sam and rolling eyes out of Dean. On a more serious note, you clarified to him that you and Dean were nothing more than close friends and that you had been there for Dean when he needed you, and Dean, for you.

You had developed somewhat of a close relationship with the brothers as the years passed and they were your rock. When your parents died on a hunt of their own you were inconsolable and Sam and Dean were there to help you grieve. When you wouldn’t get out of bed for days it was Sam who brought you breakfast, lunch and dinner. Dean would distract you by telling you stories about 80s drummers and rock bands. They comforted you through the whole thing and you couldn’t be more grateful. When you thanked them they said it was the bare minimum they could’ve done for you since, according to them, you had been there for them through the toughest shit.

Sam never thought he would secretly fall for you, so secretly that not even he noticed. He doesn’t know when it began but he remembers when your smiles got brighter and your eyes shinier as he swam through the color in them. Your laugh got sweeter and your gestures had more meaning — at least in Sam’s eyes they did.

He would catch himself stealing glances from afar, learning the littlest of things about you just so he could impress you, yearning to be closer to you, not just physically but emotionally. He would read your favorite books and watch your favorite movies just to have something to talk to you about and he loved when you shot that confused yet shocked look at him when he mentioned your favorite media. Your eyebrows first furrowed as you looked at him then your eyes widened and a smile opened up in your face — oh, your smile — as you started talking about all the things that you liked in said book or film. It was the most beautiful thing Sam had ever laid his eyes on. 

After Jess, he didn’t think he would feel this way ever again. Of course his deceased girlfriend still crossed his mind until this day, it was hard to forget someone like that, especially with such a horrific death. Especially someone Sam loved. But you were there, in his mind, from when he woke up until he fell asleep, maybe even in his dreams. You were easy to love, your personality was incredible, your looks were capable of taking people’s breath away easily and, being a hunter, your strength was more than impressive, mentally and physically.

But Sam didn’t want to love you, he felt guilty for loving you. He had his fair share of terrible experiences with romantic partners and he would never forgive himself if something ever happened to you — much how he doesn’t forgive himself from what happened to Jess. So he swallowed those feelings down and kept them hidden as well as he could. Even now that you are sitting close to Dean in the booth, his arm over your shoulder as you look through the diner menu. Dean’s thumb caressed your shoulder and Sam felt sick to his stomach.

“I think I’m going to get a chicken burger with fries, it’s cheap and looks good” You said as your finger ran through the page, looking between the prices and the food itself. Being a hunter on the road didn’t allow you to waste much so you always went for the cheapest looking thing on the menu but that still looked decent enough to eat. “Sam”

That brought him back to reality, your gentle voice making him look at you. He hummed as an answer to his name being called.

“There’s some good options of salads here, do you want to take a look?” You said with a small smile, offering him the menu. Dean piped up and brought the menu back to himself.

“Wait, Sweetheart, I didn’t even choose what I want” He complained and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t already sure of what you want. Bacon cheeseburger with fries, extra bacon”

Dean shot you a wide grin. “You know me too well…Okay Sam, dive in” He said to his brother as he closed the menu and handed it to him.

Sam’s blood was boiling. Sweetheart? You know me too well? He was going to kill Dean as soon as he got the chance. He grabbed the menu from him with a fake smile and a weak thanks then looked at you. His face softened. “I’ll look through it, thank you”

“The Cobb Salad seems good, if I was in the mood for salad, I’d go for that one” You said, pointing the dish out on the page. This type of salad had bacon in it. “If you don’t want the bacon, ask them to take it off…or give it to me” You said with a mischievous smile and a playful wink in his direction. Sam chuckled as he gently shook his head.

“I think I’ll try but just because you were convincing” He said. You put a hand to your heart and straightened your spine, filling your lungs with air as would someone who was — sarcastically — proud of themselves.

“I have awesome taste, you won’t regret it Sammy” You teased with the nickname on purpose but Sam didn’t care. It was odd that the only person he somewhat enjoyed calling him that was you. Sam didn’t have many nicknames — Moose didn’t count — so you feeling comfortable enough to call him by any kind of affectionate or teasing name showed him that you were comfortable around him and that felt greater than ever. He knew that if he asked you to seriously stop calling him ‘Sammy’ you would stop, you never made him feel uncomfortable or ignored in any way, you would listen to him.

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You and Sam were still eating when Dean said he needed to go to the bathroom, after he inhaled his hamburger as if it was nothing. Sam was looking through some stuff on his computer, probably looking for suspicious news that gave away the interference of a supernatural being. You noticed he seemed off, biting the inside of his cheeks constantly, his eyebrows furrowed for minutes on end and you could hear his foot bouncing anxiously under the table. You put your burger down and cleaned your hands and mouth with a paper towel, analyzing Sam’s behavior a little further. Honestly, you were staring. Clearly staring.

“Do I have something in my face?” Sam said without taking his eyes away from the computer screen.

“I don’t know, but you definitely have something up your ass” You replied, raising your eyebrows provocatively. That made Sam look at you with a shocked look and that’s when you noticed he had something on his mind. On a normal day Sam would’ve laughed at you instead of giving you the stink eye. “What’s wrong?”

Sam sighed “Nothing’s wrong”

“Bullshit”

“What do you know?” Sam seemingly snapped and you shut your mouth for a couple seconds.

“You” You said, playing with one of the fries on your plate, not looking at him anymore. You took Sam’s silence as a hint for you to continue “I know you, and I sense that something’s wrong. C’mon Sam we’ve been friends for years, do you really think I don’t see it when you’re not fine? If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine but don’t belittle me like that” The conversation seemed to end there as you went back to eating your burger. Sam was still looking at you, his finger tapping the table. He let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Friends. That was exactly what was wrong.

“Okay, I’m sorry, it’s just– I’ve been stressing over the last case…” (lie) “...And it’s bothering me how long it took us to solve it…” (complete lie, Sam was in love with you and absolutely jealous of his brother) “...But otherwise I’m fine, I didn’t want to snap like that” (well, there’s the first truth of that sentence). Sam was wondering if you would believe him, you could read him well and if you really looked into it you would be able to see he wasn’t being truthful.

You swallowed the single bite you took of the burger and untensed your shoulders, letting down your defensiveness. “Sam…” You gently called, putting down your food. You cleaned your hands and fingers on a paper towel, wiping away the grease off of them and placed one of your hands over Sam’s fidgeting one on the table. Sam froze. “...You’re too hard on yourself. C’mon, we were able to find and burn that ghost with only the death that you saw on the paper that led us to finding the case, nobody else died, we are all okay and that spirit is now free.” You gave his unmoving hand a gentle squeeze then patted it twice, letting it go. “Don’t stress over it”

People tend to say that, for those who are in love, anything that their loved one does makes them feel euphoric, or feel it a hundred times stronger, deeper. Sam’s heart ringing in his ears showed that this was, in fact, very true. It was stupid, love was really a sickness that ate you from the inside out.

He felt bad for lying to you because he knew you’d always try your best to help him through anything, he could count on you with his life but there was no way he was admitting to you that he was upset because you decided to sit beside Dean at the diner table instead of him. Or because you directed more of your smiles to his brother, that you brushed your hand against his shoulder while you laughed at his jokes, or maybe because Dean always spoke to you in a flirty manner — like he would to a bartender or waitress he wanted to take back to his motel room — and you egged him on, flirting back. Sam would always ignore it because one, you weren’t even his, two, you knew Dean for longer and three, neither you nor his brother knew about his crush on you. To sum it up, if Dean really wanted to try anything with you, Sam had no right to stop him — but he could still be silently angry about it.

And that’s what he was doing. Dean was back from the bathroom and sat beside you again, reaching his hand to steal one of your fries from your plate. Much like Dean, you were overprotective of your food so you almost instantly dragged your plate away from him and pushed him through his chest to stay far from you.

“Hey! You already ate a whole entire burger and fries!” You argued.

“Oh c’mon Sweetheart-” Stop calling her that “-just one fry, please” Dean begged like a child and you shook your head.

“No, stop that, I’m hungry” You firmly replied and, even though he had a frown on his face, Dean backed off with a laugh.

“Alright but I’ll make you pay for this later” He said wiggling his eyebrows, a mischievous smirk on his lips, his words dripping innuendo. You looked at him, already used to his constant dirtiness.

“Mhm, come right on sweetie” You replied, the double meaning in your words as clear as day. Sam could puke. Actually, he would if he stayed there for another minute.

“You guys are disgusting, I’m going to the car” Sam said, closing his laptop and getting up from the booth as quickly as he could, not even looking back as he pushed the glass door of the diner to get out, the bells above it ringing loudly.

You looked at him through the window as he walked to the Impala in long, angry strides. You turned to face Dean with furrowed eyebrows and clear confusion on your face as you could faintly hear the passenger door of Baby being aggressively slammed. Dean looked just as confused and slightly bitter since he saw the way his car shook with the strength his brother just applied on the old door.

“Was it something I said?” You asked Dean, your eyes still looking in the overall direction of where the Impala was parked. You went through your past conversation, it was nothing out of the ordinary, this was usually the setting of when you three were together, Sam focused on something else while you and Dean talked or joked with each other, it was never an issue and, if it was, it was never voiced as one before.

Dean sighed “He’s probably just having one of his temper tantrums, he’ll be back to normal in a few hours”

You hummed unconvinced but didn’t press the issue further. After you finished eating and paid the bill, you left the diner with Dean by your side and Sam was staring out the passenger window at the both of you with that sinking feeling in his gut again. He was biting his nails — a habit he tried for years to overcome but never succeeded — and his knee bounced up and down as if he was trying to drain all his anger through the bottom of his feet (it wasn’t working).

Though muffled through the closed window of the Impala, he could hear your sweet laugh as you approached the backdoor, probably directed at a stupid commentary or joke his brother made. He sighed just as you opened the door and sat down right behind him.

“Okay, I surrender, Ramble On is definitely much superior to The Rain Song, happy now Winchester?”

“Not when you don’t sound sincere about it! It is much better” Dean replied and Sam’s eyes accompanied his movements as he sat on the driver’s seat and started the car.

This is what Sam disliked the most, you had so much in common with Dean it made him sick. From music taste to food you were almost the same and he hated it. Of course that compared to his brother you had your particularities, and it’s not like you hadn’t gotten some mannerisms from Sam himself but when you put them on a scale of comparison, guess who won.

“Yeah, yeah, I agree” You sarcastically said but a smile was on your face, one that Sam saw shining through the rearview mirror. The same way he saw your eyes darting to his through said reflection.

You placed a hand over the one from which he was biting his nails to make him stop. Sam turned to you — a weird sideways position that kind of hurt his back — and you leaned towards the front seat, closer to him.

“Stop” You demanded, looking straight into his eyes. Sam had this expression of a kid that got caught doing something wrong and you saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. You nodded at him, as if to ask if he understood and Sam nodded back, making you smile sweetly at him, retreating back to your seat.

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Okay, what the fuck.

Right now, you were back at the bunker and Dean had gone to isolate himself in his cave since you guys didn’t have anything to do, nothing to hunt, nothing to kill, not even chores to do because you ate out, so no dishes were dirty — a rare occurrence — and you were sitting across from Sam, staring at him, trying to read his mind about what was going on.

He told you he was fine but the way he was treating you told you otherwise. Ever since he stormed off from the diner he was short and dry with you, something that never happened, not even when you did something stupid during a hunt and he got mad at you for it. Usually in those times he scolded you, yelled at you and spoke his mind.

Of course Sam shutting out wasn’t something you were foreign to, he did it quite often and it was one of his behaviors you always tried to work your way around because you knew how hard it could be to talk about your own problems without feeling extremely vulnerable. And Sam Winchester hated being vulnerable. He hated having to rely on others or speaking up about how he was feeling and you understood that, he had to be strong and independent or whatever his sick father put in his mind that he had to be. But, even though you understood, you wouldn’t take shit from Sam Winchester.

You looked at him one more time, he was biting his nails again. You sighed and got up from your chair, circling around the table until you stood right beside him, who still didn’t look at you, so you decided to take drastic measures. You grabbed his cheeks, turned his face to you and pretended to analyse the patient, putting the back of your hand on his forehead, looking into his eyes to see if the pupils were blown out or not…Sam was in shock, his eyes were wide and he was paralysed. When you started to try and pry open his mouth he gripped both your wrists to make you stop.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Trying to figure out what’s wrong with you” You replied and Sam closed his eyes, sighing.

“I already told you that–”

“And I don’t believe you, Sam” You interrupted, a scowl on your face “What is it, huh? Are you under some spell? Did you eat something that made your stomach upset? Did you get cockblocked last–”

“No, no! Stop it! It’s nothing like that–  God why are you like this?” Sam said, looking down slightly, his hair partially covering his face. Your wrists were still grasped in his hands, his rough hands contrasting with the gentleness in which he held them. His thumb caressed your skin unconsciously.

“Oh so I am the problem? What did I do Sam?” You rose your defenses, his words making you feel partially upset, partially angry. You hated making Sam sad or mad and you especially hated when he didn’t say anything about it to you.

“Why do you keep flirting with Dean like that, huh? Why do you laugh so much at his jokes?” He asks, getting up from his chair and staring down at you. “And in front of me too? Don’t you know how that makes me feel? Seeing you all over Dean and him all over you while I just stare from the sidelines?!” He snaps, letting go of your wrists, yet, you’re too stunned to even move. His breathing is quicker after his rant and yours just stopped in pure shock, was Sam–

“Jealous? You’re…jealous?” You asked, almost whispering. Sam opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing came out besides a sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing just how stupid this sounded when he said it out loud and he wanted to dig a hole on the ground — his grave.

“I’m not– I mean– I just–” He tried to make something up when he heard a low giggle, his eyes closing in on your hand over your mouth as you stifled a laugh behind it. Sam’s face felt warm suddenly and he avoided booking at you entirely for a moment.

“Oh, Sam…” You said, residue of laughter still on your words as you shook your head.

“Look, I’m sorry, I know this is weird and we are just friends so let’s just forget about it and–”

“Hey, hey, slow down pretty boy, who said I wanted to forget it?” You stopped him, one of your eyebrows raising as he turned to look at you, a confused expression adorning his features.

“What?”

You reached your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him down slightly, his back curving. Your faces were inches from each other, which made him hold his breath. 

“Who says I don’t like you either Sammy?” You whisper, your minty breath invading his lungs, intoxicating his whole being with the smell of you, so close, so kissable, so beautiful. He didn’t know what to do besides hesitantly put his hands over your waist and squeeze lightly, to make sure you’re there, to make sure he’s not dreaming…he doesn’t know but he wanted to make sure of something.

“Do you?” He whispers back, his eyes looking down at your lips then at your eyes again. You smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, just a tiny peck, and pulled back again.

“Do I?” You asked, faking confusion and Sam mumbled something intelligible as he pulled you in again for a proper kiss, one of his hands crawling up your back and holding the back of your neck gently. He pulls back for a second and looks at you to guarantee you’re fine with this but you pull him back to your mouth again before he can ask anything.

His tongue teases your bottom lip and you happily let him in, a groan escaping his throat. He tastes the hint of toothpaste in your mouth and he feels in heaven — when he dies, he wants this exact moment to be his heaven, he'll make Castiel convince someone of this. All the worries, all the anxiety, all the jealousy went away because you were his. The thought made goosebumps spread over his skin.

Sam put his hands behind your thighs and propped you up on the table.

“You don’t know how long…” He breathed out, his hands roaming over your body like you were some fragile sculpture. “How much…I dreamed of this, of you.”

You gave him a peck. “Make your dreams come true Sam, I’m right here, I’m yours”

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School bus graveyard

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Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Charlie — crushing stages + relationship

petnames for s/o reader

Charlie x Short!Fallen Angel!Reader

Vaggie — crushing stages + relationship

Platonic!Vaggie + Blind!Fighter!Fallen!Angel Reader

petnames for s/o reader

Vaggie x Fem!Overlord!Reader

Comforting Reader After a Long Day HCs

Angel Dust — crushing stages + relationship

Angel Dust x Blind!Fighter!Fallen!Angel!Reader

petnames for s/o reader

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Angel x Artist!Reader who paints him

“Meant to Be Yours” Huskerdust x Performer!Reader

Radiodust x Disabled!Reader

Husk x Stage!Manager!Reader x Angel HCs

Alastor — crushing stages + relationship

Alastor x Overlord!Reader w/ Voodoo Magic

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hc

petnames for s/o reader

Platonic!Alastor + Teen!Male!Reader

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Radioapple Headcanons

Radiodust x Disabled!Reader

Partner Being Hit On HCs

Alastor x Witch!Reader HCs

Reader gets shampoo in their eye HCs

Alastor + Pirate!Reader (Platonic HCs)

Alastor x Tall!Reader HCs

Sir Pentious — crushing stages + relationship

petnames for s/o reader

Husker — crushing stages + relationship

“Bad Little Angel” Pt. 1 — Pt.2

“Gender Blind”

Husk x Past!Lover!Reader

Husk x Overlord!Reader w/ Voodoo Magic

Husk x Co-Worker!Reader (Headcanons)

Husk x Amnesiac!Reader

Husk x Blind!Fighter!Fallen!Angel!Reader

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hc

Husk w/ Cat Nip

“I’m not too good at this…” - Husk x Fem!Reader

petnames for s/o reader

“Meant to Be Yours” Huskerdust x Reader

Husk + Book Worm!Reader (Platonic)

Partner Being Hit On HCs

Husk x Stage!Manager!Reader x Angel HCs

“More Than Anything”

“King of Hearts”

Reader gets shampoo in their eye HCs

Husk x Mute!Reader HCs

Niffty — crushing stages + relationship

Lucifer — crushing stages + relationship

luci x artist!butterfly demon!reader hcs

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hcs

Lucifer Morningstar x Gyaru!Reader (Headcanons)

Lucifer defending reader who talks a lot /r

frankenstein s/o hcs

petnames for s/o

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Radioapple Headcanons

Partner Being Hit On HCs

“Mr. Took-Yo-Sis!” Lucifer x Adam’s Sister!Reader

Lucifer x Insecure!Jealous!Reader HCs

Lucifer x History Enjoyer!Reader HCs

Reader gets shampoo in their eye HC

Adam — crushing stages + relationship

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hcs

Adam defending reader who talks a lot /r

frankenstein s/o hcs

petnames for s/o

Adam x Cupid!Reader

Bisexual!Adam x Male!Reader

Lute — crushing stages + relationship

Lute Relationship HCs (Rewritten)

Lute x Overlord!Reader

Lute x Anxious!Shy!Reader HCs

Lute meets GN!Demon!Reader at Court Hearing

Rosie — crushing stages + relationship

Velvette — crushing stages + relationship

petnames for s/o

Velvette x Short!Fallen Angel!Reader

Velvette x 2000s McBling Styled!Reader HCs

Vox — crushing stages + relationship

proposal + wedding hcs

kid w/ their powers hcs

Vox defending reader who talks a lot /r

Vox x Stunt!Imp!Reader

frankenstein s/o hcs

petnames for s/o

Reader Finds Him Crying + Comfort

Cherri Bomb — crushing stages + relationship

Cherri x Anxious!Shy!Reader HCs

[strawb3rrysweetheart]

I saw requests were open so I was wondering if I could get a Lucifer Morningstar x short! reader. (About Vaggie height or shorter) I'll leave it up to you if you wanna do a fallen angel! reader or sinner! reader. Fluff, slowburn if you will!

OKAYY!!!!!! I suck at slowburns I'm sorry

CW: Reader is a painter, lucifer is your muse<3, readers demon form is humanoid, almost doll like. Lucifer wears glasses while making ducks<33. Charlie prefers handmade gifts for her birthday. pining from lucifer turns to mutual pining.

Word count: 1,142 words :3

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Ever since you joined the hotel, you had to endure constant teasing. Lucifer was so used to being the short one, and I mean, yeah nifty was shorter, but she's also... nifty. Now that you were the shortest, he couldn't help but tease you. You don't really care, he's not malicious, and he'd stop if it hurt you. Yet it didn't. You had a creative thumb. And with lucifer enjoying to create ducks, you spent a lot of time making things together. Just enjoying each others company, creating things, laughing and smiling. He was one of your closest friends ever since you arrived in hell. When you first got here you were so scared. Charlie helped you, she basically just got you to stay, and I mean you weren't complaining. Now here you were, sitting in lucifers room with him, You were painting a portrait of Charlie and Vaggie, and he was making a new duck. "Try blending a bit of that blue into all your colors to mediate the colors" Lucifer remarks, checking on your painting, noticing your struggle about how the colors don't compliment each other. "Hm, good idea, but I want a more red vibe, and I'm out of red" You hum, annoyed after running out of the color. "Well why didn't you say that?? I could've summoned you red paint." He raises an eyebrow, looking up at you from his duck, his glasses slipping down his nose. You giggle at the way his glasses fall. "Right, how could I forget" You snort, as his glasses slip more, now on the tip of his nose. He shoves some red paint at you, Rolling his eyes at your chuckling. "Oh shut up" He grumbles, before going back to his duck, the resin making a marble effect. "Luci, why do you spend so much time with me? I mean I'm sure you have other friends.." You ask. He pauses what he was doing and hums. "Well, Sure, I do, but you and me support each other, You help me and I help you, and I haven't met anyone else who helps me out as much as you do" He shrugs, Before going back to his duck, most likely it was a gift for Charlie. Which makes sense, I mean so was your painting, Her birthday was coming up, increasingly quickly. Lucifer was making a bunch of ducks, each one a different color from the bisexual flag, and when lined up correctly, they play the song he used to sing to Charlie to help her drift off to sleep. You were making a few paintings of her and Vaggie, and one of the hazbin hotel. It was going to be perfect. Yet part of you was worried she wasn't going to like it. I mean, she's Charlie, She loves every gift. Yet you couldn't shake the feeling. "Lucifer, Be completely honest, does this look like your daughter and Vaggie?." You ask, He glances up. "So like you just took a picture of them and claimed its a painting right? Because thats too real. Though however, Vaggie's features are a bit more pointy" He praises, before adding the tip. You nod. Going back to your work. Sure, it was quiet, but you were just enjoying each others company. His company is extremely peaceful..

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It was Charlie's birthday, lucifer , Vaggie, Alastor, And you help make the cake, Everyone else is decorating, even Rosie came to help. Charlie was out, You weren't exactly sure why, vaggie just worked her magic. Lucifer was currently resting his elbow on your head, teasing you for being short. You feel the urge to kick him, you don't, but you really want to. "Calm down dwarf" Lucifer teases. Dwarf??? "I am not a dwarf. You are the literal devil. Why do you get to mess with me?" You roll your eyes. He scoffs. "Yeah I'm the devil, I could make you worship me, but I don't. Because I'm so nice" He says, his pride slipping into his tone. You roll your eyes. "If you're nice I'm a saint then" You say sarcastically. " Well you can be" Lucifer says, softly "What?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "What?" He replies. You drop it, to lucifers relief. Little did you know, lucifers feelings were slowly growing, yet he'd never admit that?? No! Are you crazy? You were.. you! You had pale white skin, and pitch black eyes. They were gorgeous. Throughout the event, lucifer took notes of every time you two touch. Pinkies grazing, Hips bumping, Arms bumping. Anything and Everything. God he felt pathetic for taking note of all this. You were so focused on making Charlie's birthday perfect, that you didn't notice lucifers not-so-obvious-very-obvious crush. Angel grins as he notices, just shrugging, might as well let it form. Soon Charlie arrives. Her face lights up at everything, she squeals. "AHHHHH OMGOMG I LOVE YOU ALLLL" She whines, starting to tear up from joy. Vaggie comforts her, For the celebrations, everyone gets a drink, Charlie, from husk's encouragement, takes a shot for each 1,000 years she's been alive. (Shes oldd..) After everyone was properly drunk, they all opened presents. Angel gifted her a strap on. Husk gave her wine. Alastor just got her a card. Nifty got her a necklace made of bugs. Rosie got her a new bowtie. Vaggie got her a photobook of all their memories, plus you and lucifers gifts, charlie was crying by the end of it. You all tried to comfort her, but she was sobbing and eating her cake, crying about how she loves you all so much. You chuckle. God you love her. You rest your head on lucifers shoulder while you watch.

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Lucifer's feelings grow larger and larger, and so do yours. You felt he was out of your league, and he felt the same, yet neither of you brought up your feelings. Untill today, you're gonna make a move, you heard lucifer making pancakes in the hotel kitchen, You walk in and smile. "Luci?" Your voice rang his ear. He pauses and smiles. "Hey doll, whats up?" He asks. "Do.. do you wanna model for me for a painting later?" You ask, asking this question feels awkward. He just nods, snorting at your awkward demeanor. "If you wanna date me, just say that" He teases. You don't reply. His cheeks tint red. Maybe you wouldn't say yes or no, but the feelings in that momet got the point across. You don't know how this'll effect your relationship, all you care about is this moment, right now.

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Adolescent Antichrist Pride Special 2024

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

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Pride Special 2024

            “Is that Lucifer singing on the drag float?” said Em, blinking.

            “Oh, yeah, but he set up the pride event in LUX, so he decided to include himself in all the ridiculousness,” said (Y/N). “But it is fun.”

            “Bisexual mess,” said Em, nodding.

            “Definitely,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes.

            “His makeup is awesome,” said Marcel appreciatively.

            That was true. Lucifer was wearing his usual suit, but he had on eyeshadow in bisexual hues, and his voice was carrying over the crowd as drag queens and kings danced around him.

            “And he sounds amazing,” said Noa. “I didn’t know he could sing like that.”

            “Yeah, yeah, he looks and sounds good, let’s stop complimenting my dad,” said (Y/N), making a face.

            “Harsh as ever, even during Pride,” laughed Olive.

            “Well, no need to change your personality for Pride,” said Leon.

            “Of course not,” said Em. “And we should know—we’re the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club!”

            (Y/N) laughed. “Hell yeah we are.”

            “I can’t believe you had time to design pride-themed clothes, too,” said Olive. “I love how this looks.” She spun around in the lesbian, sunset-themed sundress (Y/N) had made.

            “Well these aren’t hard to do. I just did simple, pre-made designs instead of deciding on all the patterns myself,” said (Y/N). “I’m still working for my senior project anyways.”

            “We still appreciate it,” said Leon, nodding his head. They wore a pin with he/they on it and another with the asexual flag on a vest in pansexual colors over his collared shirt.

            “I love shirt you made,” said Marcel, tapping the trans-flag-colored shirt he wore over his favored. He wore a rainbow choker overtop that.

            “Really, it wasn’t anything,” said (Y/N), waving a hand. They had on pants with patches of nonbinary-flag colors while their shirt was white and read “Queer” in cursive paint (put on by themself, of course).

            “Oh, come on, take some credit,” said Noa. “You do a lot for others and then you just act like you haven’t done anything. They had on a crop-top with bisexual-colored butterflies and ripped jeans. Giant earrings reading “they” and “them” hung from their ears. (Also, they had change the beads in their locs for rainbow patterns).

            “Come on, just say ‘thank you’ and admit you worked hard,” said Em. She had on a pin with “she/they” on an oversized t-shirt overtop white pants with lesbian-colored flowers printed in.

            “…Fine. Yeah, thanks,” said (Y/N), looking away uncomfortably.

            They were used to just handling situations or problems by themself, even if others were involved, so being reminded that people cared and appreciated the work they’d been brought up to expect was nice. Sometimes, the lessons (Y/N)’s biological parents impressed upon them didn’t go away. The remnants stayed in their mind.

            Luckily, their friends showed their appreciation for (Y/N) and who they were and what they liked to do. They had a support network, and (Y/N) could relax more. They only did things for others when they actually cared. (Y/N) was happy.

            “Now, cheer up! Let’s have some fun!” said Em, pulling (Y/N) into a side-hug. “Don’t be a grouch during Pride, Birdie.”

            “I’m not a grouch,” protested (Y/N).

            “No, just living off sarcasm,” laughed Olive.

            “Don’t worry, we love it,” said Noa, chuckling.

            “Leon, let’s dance together,” said Marcel, grabbing his partner’s hand.

            “I’m coming,” said Leon, following their boyfriend onto the dance floor.

            “If Lucifer spots them, he’s pulling them on stage, isn’t he?” said Noa, grinning as they moved onto the dance floor with the others.

            “He threatened to involve me,” said (Y/N). They shook their head and smirked. “But I threatened to have a panic attack and he let me go.”

            “Oh, please, you’d be fine and you know it,” said Em, grabbing their hands and swinging them around to the music.

            (Y/N) spun and faced her again. “Yeah, but Dad’s protectiveness always wins out over logic.”

            “You’re way more cunning than he realizes,” teased Olive.

            “You’re lucky he didn’t disapprove of Em,” said Marcel.

            “You’d be surprised of who parents approve of. Most of society would think my parents wouldn’t approve of you, Marcel, but my parents love you,” said Leon.

            “Him? The idiot punk?” said Noa.

            “Hey!” said Marcel, but Leon laughed and kissed his forehead fondly.

            “The point is, of course Lucifer approves of (Y/N)’s choice. They know what they deserve and wouldn’t date someone terrible,” said Leon.

            “I’m not surprised he approved,” said Noa, smirking and exchanging a knowing look with Marcel. “Em is one of his demons.”

            “Oh, yeah, definitely,” said Marcel.

            “Shut up, I was terrified my boss would disapprove of him,” grumbled Em.

            (Y/N) groaned and turned away before their cheeks warmed too much. “Instead making fun of my love-life, can we just enjoy pride?”

            “I agree,” said Em quickly. “Want to keep dancing, Birdie?”

            “Yeah, sounds great to me,” said (Y/N), grabbing Em’s hand and dragging them away from Olive wiggling her eyebrows at (Y/N). “Shut up! They’re my partner, I can dance with them without being teased!”

            “At least they’re together now,” said Leon.

            “Seriously,” laughed Marcel.

            “It took them long enough,” said Olive. “If they weren’t together by now, by Pride, I’d lose my mind.”

            “Actually, it’s the most the LGBTQ part about it,” laughed Noa. “They’re terrible at flirting.”

            “Now that’s pride,” said Marcel.

            (Y/N) and Em, ignoring the teasing, simply listened to the music and screamed the lyrics to Lady Gaga songs. Their hands were clasped tightly together, and when someone came around with rainbow flags, they took one and draped it over their shoulders. (Y/N) and Em were happy, side-by-side, being proud in who they were.

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You | Lute x Redeemed!Sinner

Warnings: post season one by two months BUT Adam miraculously survived, Lute was able to get her arm regrown by some divine intervention, Lute being a bitch 97% of the time, Adam being Adam, reader being a sweetheart, strong language, some derogatory nicknames towards sinners, reader is HEAVILY implied to be a bisexual (real queen shit), WxW, probably very out of character for both Lute and Adam — but I've never written for either of them before ✨

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: you were a redeemed sinner, yet Lute still hated you. . . Though soon, things would change for the better.

A/N — Silva is Latin for Forest *** (I know, I'm so creative). The sick meal is something I love even when I'm not sick, but feel free to imagine whatever you want for it :) but remember: ALWAYS WASH YOUR RICE

The sky brightened, bringing along with it the dawn of your first day in Heaven. Having been a long time resident of the Hazbin Hotel, you were as skeptical as the others, but played your part in wanting Charlie's dreams to come true. 

You were the first official resident, though more of an employee by the time Angel Dust came around, and a friend — a damned good one — to anyone who came through those doors. 

It didn't matter who they were. Whether it was Alastor, Husk, or even Lucifer himself, it didn't matter. You were an excellent listener.

Perhaps that was part of the reason you had been redeemed. 

It was possible that the other part of the reason why was because you regretted your singular act of immoral wrath when you were alive and you thought about it every day. 

You had walked the straight and narrow your entire life — married young and planned on having children once you were out of college and had a stable job. . . Then your husband cheated on you with his co-worker and it was as if you were possessed by blind rage. You killed him. 

You didn't kill her — she didn't know you existed, so you let her live. . . Then she found out of your existence rather quickly and karma came in the form of a pissed off woman wearing cheap perfume and fake red bottoms. 

So you crash landed into Hell immediately. No trial in purgatory. Straight into the melting pot of horrendous historical figures that you had been forced to write essays about in High School and people like you, who did one wrong thing. 

Watching the sun rise for the first time in almost ten years, you supposed you owed it all to Charlie. Having her as a supportive friend throughout your stay. 

First to arrive, second to be redeemed. 

The halo and wings were an odd feeling compared to the horns and sharp tail. . . As well as the white, light blue, and gold version of the outfit you were wearing when you ascended. Odd but welcomed. 

“Thank you.” You whispered aloud, sitting on the dock behind the building you had been guided to upon your arrival just hours before, surrounded by the water that was completely unaffected by murkiness or toxic waste. It was the cleanest water you'd ever seen. 

Wind chimes sang in the breeze that slightly rippled the top of the vast lake, distorting the reflected pinks and yellows of the golden sunrise. 

Voices drew closer, yet they didn't matter as the air warmed comfortably, the sun rising higher and higher in the blue sky. 

It was nice seeing blue instead of red. It felt human. It felt calm. 

“[Y/N]?” A voice called out and you turned around to face the newcomer. 

A smile broke out on your face as you came to see Sera with Sir Pentious and Emily at her side. The younger seraphim was buzzing with excitement. 

You carefully stood so as to not fall into the lake, approaching them slowly. “It's good to see you again, Pentious.” You said, hugging the former snake demon. 

He returned the quick embrace and blushed, just like he did when you were both in Hell. You and Charlie were the first to give him a chance. “You too missss [Y/N]. . .” 

You smiled at him once again before turning to Emily, who seemed to be the one temporarily in charge. “Welcome to Heaven! There's so much for you to see and do! But first, do you have any questions?”

“Where exactly in Heaven are we?” You questioned, gesturing to the lake with trees to either side, but with water for as far as you could see. 

“You're at the Silva Lake house.” Sera spoke up. “It was built when Sir Pentious arrived, as a way to prepare him for the eyes of the other angels who never set foot in Hell. . . As well as a potential sanctuary for any other sinners who may be redeemed along the way, such as yourself.”

A sanctuary for the redeemed made perfect sense when you thought about it. Heaven had to do something to not only make up for the mistake in leadership that led to the annual Extermination Day, but they couldn't just throw former sinners into society without getting them used to the new conditions. 

It would be like bringing a knife to a gunfight. . . They'd be ill prepared and it wouldn't look good for anyone, especially the higher-ups. 

“So, what do we have to do?” 

This time it was Emily who replied to you. “Just be here and show us that you have no problem learning how things work up here. . . It's not too complicated, but there are a few new rules in place after recent events. . . But don't worry! I'm sure you'll both be fine!” She smiled brightly, clapping her hands together. 

You could only hope everything would be alright.

Two weeks after your arrival, you had begun to think that you could handle the new realm in which you resided. 

At the Silva Lake house, you had a set routine which consisted of a lovely breakfast with Sir Pentious in the breakfast nook, morning lessons with Emily, a silent nature stroll with Sera, a trip to the city — just barely inside the limits — purely so you could see what you'd eventually be joining, and dinners alone because Sir Pentious was allowed to stay in the city longer than you and go further because he had been there longer.

It was nice to have a schedule, but having the same one every day was beginning to bore you. At least Charlie's schedules had made room for stuff outside of trust exercises. . . Stuff like hotel movie nights, family dinners, and fun outings. 

Two weeks and you thought you were ready. A five minute meeting was all it took for that false sense of readiness to fly out the window. 

One look in the golden eyes of the woman who would've killed you less than three months ago, had it not been for Vaggie stepping in, was enough to make you feel as if your leg was still stuck under the burning pile of rubble with an angelic blade mere inches away from your throat. 

The pain and any physical indication of it happening was long gone, but the memory was still there as if it had just happened moments ago. 

Yet you still regarded her as if she was an inhabitant of the hotel — with a smile and an open mind. 

Your welcoming smile was met with a glare of disdain from the exorcist angel, who looked as if she'd try to kill you again if you so much as breathed wrong in her direction. 

Shockingly, Adam, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the whole meeting, was more open to conversing with you than Lute was. This was all part of Heaven's new plan. 

Forgiveness. 

Sera wanted you to forgive Lute for the part she played in almost killing you and your friends. 

She wanted Sir Pentious to forgive Adam for ‘killing’ him during the battle. 

And she wanted them to forgive the both of you for the roles played in the battle, despite you avoiding the battle where you could. 

“I sincerely apologize for the role I played in the battle that cost you many angels.” You said, catching Emily giving you two thumbs up from behind the two. 

“Now, Lute. . . Apologize to her.” Sera ordered lightly. 

The exorcist crossed her arms. “No. Why should I have to apologize to a lowly sinner?” She scoffed. “Not happening.”

You frowned. Lowly sinner? Ouch. . . 

“She is redeemed, Lute —”

“Is she? She looks the same. A wardrobe makeover doesn't change who someone is. And she practically reeks of Hell.” Lute turned her nose up at you. 

“I think that's enough for this evening, Sera. . . Adam, Lute. . . I apologize once again and hope you can find it within your hearts to forgive me.” You then turned away and walked towards your room.

“Sure thing, Bitch!” Adam called out just before your bedroom door closed roughly with a click. 

Lowly sinner? Reeking of Hell? 

The words stung. . . You should be mad, or even mildly frustrated. . . But you're more disappointed. Even when Adam, Lute, and the other exorcists were attacking your friends, you had been nice. . . But they didn't seem to care. It felt like you were redeemed for nothing. 

So you laid on your bed in silence, with tears unwillingly cascading down your cheeks, until your usual dinner time rolled around and Emily coaxed you out before she and Sera left. 

As you warmed up a prepped meal, you noticed that Adam and Lute were still there at the lake house, though neither paid any mind to you. Not while you milled about the kitchen. Not while you ate. 

The only time they paid any attention to you was when you walked across the far side of the living room to reach the bathroom for your evening shower. Even then, Lute only glared while Adam made derogatory comments about joining you in the shower. 

You ignored both of them, and when you came out of the bathroom, they were no longer in the living room, so you assumed they left. 

It became evident just hours later that they, in fact, hadn't left. The dead giveaway was the loud rock music that played from the TV in the living room, during a time you knew Sir Pentious was asleep — and the former snake demon didn't care for rock all that much. He was more of a classical music guy, but he could also get behind r&b. 

And you knew with the time, Sera and Emily wouldn't be around for another four hours.

You wanted to ignore it. Oh you tried so hard to ignore it, going as far as to cover your head with one of your pillows. . . But you could still hear it. And now you couldn't fall back asleep. 

Trying was pointless. 

Your morning started two hours earlier than it usually did, which unironically gave you time to do things that you couldn't do with the tight schedule. . . Like having morning coffee by the lake as the sun rose, breakfast that wasn't cereal or freezer waffles, or even a nice little swim with a shower after.

“What the fuck, dude?” You heard Adam's tired voice yell from the opposite side of the lake house, the music immediately muting. 

Lute's more awake voice could be heard through the walls, but you were unable to make out anything she was saying. . . So you sighed and went on to make a nice breakfast, in hopes it would help set the mood for the day. 

A good mood for a good day — hopefully. 

Adam and Lute weren't allowed to leave until all was forgiven and peace was made between the four of you. Orders from the almighty creator who hadn't taken too kindly to Sera, Lute, and Adam attempting to play God in his absence. 

What shocked you the most was Emily canceling lessons for the foreseeable future, purely because she could, saying ‘you've been at this for a while, you deserve a break so you're not burnt out’.

It was almost laughable. 

After the disruptive morning of rock n’ roll, you went back to the regular schedule for the most part. . . But before you knew it, you had been in Heaven for a month and your limits were being tested. 

Your food had gone missing from the fridge. 

Your laundry had gotten mixed up, despite being separated by your hand. . . Which resulted in two of your brand new favorite shirts to shrink in the dryer — you still wore them anyway.

Things you set down were never where you placed them. 

At first it drove you crazy — you thought you were losing your mind. Until Sir Pentious had come to you one late evening and revealed something he noticed. 

Lute had been either eating your food or throwing it away. 

Lute had been the one switching your laundry around. 

Lute had been the one moving everything you set down. 

You couldn't understand why someone would go to such lengths to inconvenience you when you had been so accommodating for the both of them. . . So you ignored her. 

And it pissed her off. 

How dare you ignore her existence while she was cursing yours? 

One evening, you were making a nice, hearty meal because you and Sir Pentious had fallen victim to the early autumn allergy fueled cold. It was something your parents would've made whenever you were feeling under the weather — you were just glad the ingredients were in the house. 

Adam entered the kitchen without his mask and opened the fridge as you were opening the cabinet that was filled with bowls and plates. 

“Whatcha makin’, Hot Stuff?” Adam questioned, closing the fridge. 

You glanced at him confused before opting to reply, rather than questioning anything he called you. At least he wasn't calling you sinner scum. 

“Dinner.” You croaked in reply, using a pot holder to lift the lid off of the large pan where thinly sliced and seasoned steak was simmering in a homemade mushroom gravy. You then gestured to the pot of fluffy white rice next to the pan of cauliflower. (Again, it's one of my favorites — so delicious.)

“There's plenty for you and Lute to join us, if you'd like to.” You almost lost your voice by the end of the sentence, but the first man heard you. 

“Yeah, okay. . . It looks more edible than that shit in the freezer — whatever the fuck that is.”

You would've laughed if you knew you wouldn't have landed yourself in a coughing fit. So you settled for a smile as you plated up the food. 

“It looks disgusting.” Lute sneered from the doorway. 

Immediately, your smile dropped and your fork clattered onto the wooden table. “Then don't eat it.” You snapped, taking your seat as Sir Pentious slithered into the kitchen. 

“This shit looks good as fuck, Danger Tits.” Adam shoved a fork full of steak in his mouth and released a downright sinful moan. “You're missin’ out.”

Sir Pentious nodded in agreement, eating what was on his plate relatively quickly. You appreciated Adam and Pentious trying to make things better, even if Adam was using his own way to make it seem so. . .

But you were slowly losing your patience, which became evident by the way you verbally snapped.

Lute didn't speak to you — or rather speak down to you for a few days, but she lingered while Adam got to know you better. . . She seemed rather put off with how things were going. 

Like how when you couldn't reach something, completely uncomfortable with using your new wings, Adam would grab it without stopping whatever conversation was going on. 

Or when he'd offer to make dinner (or buy dinner for everyone) just so you could have a break. 

Or even now when you were draping your towel over a chair on the back deck, prior to your swim in the lake, and he happened to be out there in the sun. You heard him mention something about you being ‘hot as fuck’ in your swimsuit, but you mostly ignored him, aside from a light blush dusting your cheeks. 

From him, she learned your favorite color, your favorite animal, your favorite everything, basically. . . And when your eyes found Lute, she was glaring at Adam, not you, for once. 

Rather than questioning it, you accepted it and found your way into the lake where eventually, they both joined you at a distance. You felt oddly alone, since Sir Pentious had decided to stay in — he still wasn't feeling the best, so you urged him to rest, claiming you'd be fine. 

Lute seemed to be attempting to drown Adam and he took it in a playful way, yelling and laughing loudly while she splashed him and jumped on top of him — something that seemed out of character for her. 

Though they both soon went underwater and just as you decided you were ready to go in, you were pulled under and came face to face with Lute. Your eyes widened as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. 

She wasn't glaring at you. . . There was no animosity behind her gaze, her hands locked onto your arms. She smirked after what felt like an eternity and pulled you back up to the surface with her. 

“Stay away from her, Adam.” Lute practically growled, holding you close. 

This was odd. It felt so wrong, but it felt so right having her arms wrapped around your waist. She hadn't touched you until then, so you weren't sure what to make of the situation.

“So you finally —”

“Shut up!”

Adam only smirked and shot out of the water, going to dry off on the deck. 

“I suppose we need to talk?” You questioned softly. 

Lute nodded and released her hold on you so that the two of you could reach the deck once more. 

You sat in the chair that Adam had previously occupied and she turned one to face you, taking a seat there. She stayed silent for a few minutes, watching you dry your hair and wrap your towel around your shoulders. 

Lute then took another moment to admire the way the late morning light caught on your face, before she spoke. 

“I was wrong about you. . . There's sinners who don't deserve good things and then there's you. . . I — you. . . You've proven yourself and. . . I'm sorry for how things have been since I showed up.”

You smiled at the apology, finally looking into her golden eyes. “You're forgiven. . . But if I might ask. . . Why did you hate me so much?” 

She became nervous, you could see it. 

“I thought you might be as bad as the regular sinners — I know what you did when you were alive and I know that's why you went to Hell. . . But these last few weeks showed me why you wound up here.” Something akin to adoration laced her tone and you blushed under her gaze. 

It was such a quick change. . . But it seemed like a good one. It seemed like common knowledge that she wasn't the greatest at expressing emotions, having been so deep in her work for the longest time.

Before you could open your mouth to reply, your heart bursted as a new sensation graced you — Lute's lips on yours. You felt your heartbeat quicken once again and your face heated up violently. 

She pulled away a moment later, stuttering out an apology. 

“I shouldn't have — hmph!” 

You immediately shut her up with another quick kiss before leaving a sweet peck on her cheek once you had removed your lips from hers. “I didn't mind. . . If this has the chance of becoming something, I want there to be communication. . . If you're okay with that. . ?”

“That's fine. . . [Y/N]?”

“Hmm?”

“We forgive you. . . I forgive you.”

You grinned and stood from your seat, reaching your hand out for Lute. “Wonderful. . . How about some lunch?” 

She snorted and shook her head, but still stood and took your hand, allowing you to guide her into the lake house for lunch. 

She sat beside you while everyone ate, shutting Adam down the moment he looked like he was going to open his mouth and say something stupid — which was often. 

You were happy and hopeful. Maybe this could grow into something beautiful. . . Maybe this could be your forever relationship. 

Just maybe. 

Additional A/N — if anyone wants the Fem!Redeemed!Sinner x Lute story to continue, requests are open! Give me ideas!

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(A/N: Yes, Ive kept this a secret until now! You will be receiving. I know I said on my 'Blog Info' post I won't do none of these. SIKE! Im not deleting that off either. Hope you enjoy! Now my stuff won't be long as hell, so..sorry about that. Please do not criticize me for my bad writing. I'm not new to these fanfic stuff, I ONLY READ THEM.

Warnings: Body Parts / Flirting / Mild Cursing / Mention Of Perverting (A joke!) / OOC

🍎🪽Chapter #1

You and the King of hell knew each other for a while since the hotel has been rebuilt in all. But Lucifer here, started to develop feelings for you. But he kept them a secret because it wasn't sure how to tell you. But today, he built up the courage to go to your room and ask you out on a date. With a nervous look on his face, he knocked on the door. "Reader? Are you up?" He asked. It was pretty early within the hotel.

I just woke up from my nap, yawning. My hair a mess and I was in some really short pants, with a long shirt on. I walked over to the door and answered. "I am now..." I opened the door, revealing Lucifer. What could he want?

His cheeks flushed, seeing your hair being a mess along with the short pants that you were wearing. He tried to hide the blushed, but it was very obvious. "Can I.. um, come in?" He asked.

"Sure." I answered, opening the for him, as he lets himself in. "So, what do you need?" I asked, sitting down on my bed.

He closes the door behind him and then looks over at you, sitting on your bed. He couldn't help but look at the short pants you were wearing for a bit before looking at your face, his blush increasing. He sat down beside you, a few inches away from you.

He inhaled and then exhaled, gathering his courage before talking. "I need to ask you something... something really important."

I raised an brow. I can fell myself waking up alot more now. I brushed some hair from my face. "What is it?" I asked.

He swallowed hard. He tried to remain calm, but his heart was pounding in his chest like a hammer. He took another breath before talking again. "I've been wanting to ask you this for quite some time now, but I never had the chance to."

He paused for a few seconds before looking straight into your eyes. "I, um... Reader... I was wondering if you... I mean..." He got cut off, his nerves taking over.

"Damn it..." He whispered under his breathe, being frustrated with himself for not saying anything. Then, he took another deep breath before trying again. "I... Reader, will you... go on a date with me?" He finally asked, his face as red as a tomato now.

My eyes widened, my cheeks turning red as well. I mean, wouldn't it be kinda surprising if the King of Hell knocked on your door early in the morning and asked you to go on a date with him? I thought to myself. I always had feelings for the King Of Hell myself... this wouldn't go wrong...right? I had no idea how to respond to this, so I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Yes!" I quickly said, looking away.

Lucifer looked at you, surprised that you had said yes just as quickly. He expected you to at least think about it for a moment first. But even so, he wasn't complaining. He smiled, his heart now beating a million times per second. "Wait, really?" He asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.

I looked back to the ground, before looking into Lucifer's eyes. The yellow glowing, waking me up a little more. "Y-yes...Id love to go on a date with you." I said so shy. Why do I feel so shy all the sudden...?

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat as you said that you would go on a date with him. He was ecstatic at the sound of that and a large smile spread across he face. "Y-you would?" He asked, wanting to hear you say it once more just to make sure it was actually happening and not some dream from him.

I nodded, my blush getting even wider...

He was so sure that he was dreaming. This just couldn't be reality, could it? But here you were, sitting next to him and saying that you accepted. He was so excited that he couldn't even believe it.

He scooted a little closer to you, looking at you. "S-When... when do you want to go out then?" He asked.

"I-I think I'll be free tomorrow?" I answered, looking back at him. The blush finally fading away now that I seem less shy.

He nods, a soft smile on his face. "Perfect. Tomorrow it is then." He replied before pausing for a moment. "I... I'll come pick you up. What time works best?"

I really had nothing to do tomorrow, expect Charlie's exercises, which lasts about 40 minutes or less. I thought about this, and sighed. "I think I'll be free after Charlie's exercises." I answered.

Lucifer nods again, mentally making a note of the time. "Sounds good." He responded.

He looks at you for a moment, getting a good look at you. He noticed you were wearing some really short pants and a long shirt. He couldn't help but stare at your legs a bit, the shorts not covering much.

I looked at Lucifer, realizing he was staring at something. I followed his gaze down to my legs. Damnit! I forgot that I didn't have the proper pants on. "S-sorry! I should put some pants on so it doesn't distract you..." I apologized, getting up to get some pants from my drawer.

He quickly shook his head, looking away and blushing a bit from getting caught. "No, no, no- it's fine! You don't have to change. I don't mind." He assured you, not wanting to stop you from wearing them. He was enjoying the view, after all.

"O-okay? So your okay with this?" I said, confusingly. He kinda seems like a pervert right now, but...I don't mind? I kind of like him staring at me...

He nods. "Yeah, I'm completely fine with this." He responded, looking back at your legs again. He couldn't take his eyes off them, they looked so soft and smooth. He wanted to touch them...

He quickly shook the thought from his mind, trying to maintain his composure. He didn't want to get carried away, especially not this early.

I wondered, why is he still here..I need to get ready for the day anyway... "Uh, anything else Mr. Stare?" I teased, smiling softly as I looked at his flustered reaction to my teasing.

Lucifer blushed even more when you teased him for staring at your legs. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying the view, but he didn't expect you to call him out on it. He chuckled, trying to play it off.

"Hey, it's not my fault they look so good." He teased back, his eyes wandering down to your legs again.

I blushed again, as he got me back. "Was that a flirt?" I laughed.

He chuckled, a mischievous look in his eye. "Mayyyybe..." He responded, a sly smile on his face. He leaned a bit closer to you, his eyes still looking down at your legs.

"I mean, how could I not flirt with a pair of legs like that?" He added, his tone a bit more playful now.

"You kinda starting to seem like a pervert..." I joked, wondering why he had so much interest in my legs.

He chuckled again, his smile growing wider. "Guilty as charged." He joked back. He couldn't help but continue to shamelessly look at your legs. They just looked so damn good.

"But can you blame me, really? I mean, have you seen yourself? You're beautiful." He spoke, his eyes finally meeting yours for a moment. He was clearly enjoying this little back and forth.

I felt butteflies in my stomach. "Aww, thank you. You look handsome yourself." I answered back, I just realized were complimenting each other like corny teenagers. I snapped out of that thought when Lucifer spoke up. "Well, I got to go, gotta help Charlie...see you tomorrow for the date?" He asked me, a prideful smile on his face. "Tommorow." I answered back, as he headed towards the door, nodding to my response.

He nodded in response, his smile growing even wider at your agreement to the date. "Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, his heart fluttering again.

He paused for a moment at the doorway, glancing back at you one more time. "Oh, and wear those short pants again." He teased with a wink before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

I giggled at his last tease. I better start getting ready for the day and get my clothes for tomorrow. I can't believe im going on a date with the King Of Hell...

As Lucifer walked away, he couldn't help but feel excited yet a bit nervous. He had finally asked you out on a date and you had agreed. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now it was actually happening.

He made a mental note to himself to plan something special for tomorrow. He wanted to make sure that it went perfectly, especially since he had no idea how experienced you were with dating.

Meanwhile, I continued getting ready for the day. The nerves and excitement for the upcoming date with Lucifer filling my thoughts.

[stupendouspizzacomputer]

INSANITY (Hellaverse x Isekai Male reader) BIO:

Name: Y/N L/N (Maleprotag/Maleprotagonist)

Eye color: (E/C)

Hair color: (H/C)

Race: Human

Country of birth: USA

New Home: Hell

Gender: Bisexual

Weapons:

-Spear (Transformers/Transformers one/Transformersprime)

-Twin swords

-One dagger

Age: 19

Like: Taylor Swift's music, videogames, movies, ice cream, hot dogs, pizza, protect his friends and family, Painting, Radio Broadcasts, Sabrina capenter's photos, Sculpture, bread, writing on ao3/art of our own, embroiderying, birds, feeling cozy, cozycore, autumn/fall, Winter, cosplay, hippo, handmade's works, watercolor, Spooky season, Bats, Bat, Fairycore, writers, Dropout's shoes, Traditional art, Halloween, art history, Plush, football, classical music, North Carolina, Drawtober, biology, writing on Nanowrimo, playing with Rpg games, book quotes, inktober 2024, Inktober, Short Story, Climate change, Dancing with the stars, Trans right, Grandmacore, Florida, Germany, Japan, Crochet, Northern Lights, Gouache, going to the library, Columbus day, Indigenous peoples day, Knitting, Plushblr, Cyberpunk, scifi, swifties, mtg, the eras tour, Black and White Photography, Zoology, Pusheen, 3dmodeling, blender3d, animation, chaggie, Mark rothko, memes, sketchbook, original Photographers, Incorrect quotes, Photographers on tumblr, Peru, writing prompt, april fools, Boop, Boop o meter, baseball, pumpkins, Gaza, Palestine, Free Gaza, Free Palestine, Gaza Strip, November 5th, South Corea, Pennsylvania, the sound of music, Farmcore, Christmas, Newyear, Webfishing, studyblr, Entomology, Originaldesign, Foryoupage, november, 5th november, gl2, gl2mv, Gachamusicvideo, Gachaanimation, baby, baby deer, babydeer, anime, asmr, asmrsounds, capcut, my, drawing, oc, fyp, swapau, sketches, movie, moviescenes, sketchbook, Nature Photography, Hazbin fanart, hazbin hotel comic, hazbin hotel headcanon, hazbin hotel fanfiction, animationtest, adobeanimation, Trending, rocknroll, acdc, music, virale, live, film, odderic, menswear, cinema , octopus, Shakespeare, reproductive rights, affection, infatuation, pet, poetry, cityscapes, gatti, cats, mensfashion, animals, food, falling leaves, vivziepophazbinhotel, gaming, cold, Trolledit, curiosità, this Hazbin hotel au, musical, tweening, manga, comedy, itsanimetime, animeshorts, animeedit, animefights, animemoments, ocstory, ocs, originalcharacter, Crunchyroll, Playstation, Tophits, Qsmp videos, Freeyoutubemovies, Fullfreemovies, Skytv, hh, Hazbintots, Shugo mafia, Storywa, Storywibu, vevocertified, Royalalberthall, Aquickone, Angelengine, 12Daysofnerdout, Officialtrailer, Horror

Dislike: Pedophiles, Rapers, gangsters, killers, Drug dealers, someone who hurt his friends and his new family, Hurricane Milton, Hurricane Helene, Israel, being abandoned, Psychological torture, being a Humanpet, Verbalese, scaryvibes

Friends: Blitzo (Stolitz), Moxxie (Moxxiehelluvaboss) , Loona, Stolas (Stolitz), Octavia, Millie (Helluva Millie) , Fizzarolli, Vortex, Bill Cipher, Deadpool, Wolverine, Ford Pines, Dan howell/Daniel howell, Phil Lester, mimzy, Sirpentious (Hazbinhotelsirpentious), egg boys

Harem: Velvette, Verosika/Verosikamayday, Josh, Coco, Apple, Kat, Milky, Kiki, Ace, Charlie (chaggie), Vaggie (hazbinhotelvaggie/Vaggie hazbin hotel/chaggie), Emily, Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki, Desire (possessive behaviour towards Y/N), Missheed,

Family: Alastor (1st Father Figure), Asmodeus (Uncle Figure), Mammon (Uncle Figure), Beelzebub (Aunt figure), Husk (Radiohusk/Huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Angel dust (hazbinhotelangeldust/huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Lucifer (Hazbinhotellucifer) (Uncle Figure), Niffty (Little sister figure) (Niffty hazbin hotel/Hazbin hotel niffty/Nifty), Carmilla/Carmilla Carmine (Mother Figure), Rosie (Aunt Figure), Missi Zilla (Older sister Figure), Belphegor (Aunt figure), Leviathan (Aunt figure), Satan (Uncle figure)

Enemies: Valentino, Vox, Stella, Striker, Crimson, Adam, Lute, Exorcists, Sera, Cherubins, D.H.O.R.K.S., Andrealphus, Sukuna, Muzan, Crowley, Ferid, Vampires, Heaven, Roo (Roohazbinhotel)

Favourite president: Joe Biden

Favourite Movie's actors: Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Evanalmighty, Stevecarell, Morganfreeman, Jimcarrey, Nicolascage, Jorgeriveraherrans, Tracymorgan, Nialong, StevenYeun

Favourite Singers: Taylor Swift, Tommeprofitt SherylLeeRalph, Selenagomez, SamTinnesz, Poormanspoison, Falloutboy, Eminem, Maneskin, Kate/Katebush/Katebushrunningupthathill, TheWho, Icecube

Favourite Studio: Studio Ghibli

Favourite race car driver: Land Norris/Lando norris (F1/Formula 1)

Favourite Tumblr's Fanfictions:

•"My Empress" by @angelfishe

•"Saving You" by @angelfishe

•"You Left Without A Word" by @angelfishe

•"Admiration" by @angelfishe

•"Im A R☆ckstar" by @angelfishe

•"All I Know He Plays Soccer" by @angelfishe

Hobby: artist

Powers:

•Super Speed

•Earth Magic

•Fire Magic

•Immortality

•Holy Magic

•Demonic Magic

•Blood Magic

Skills:

•Mental health

•Zoology

•Science

•Fire Ball

•Eath pillars

•Bloodlust

•Grasp Heart

•Omega Ark

•Divine Judgment

•Summon

•Stealth

•Poison

•Paralyze

•Aura Manipulation

•King of the Thunders (Zeus' Blessing)

•King of the Oceans (Poseidon's Blesssing)

•King of the Dead (Hades' Blessing)

•King of the Sun (Apollo's Blessing)

•Queen of Wisdom (Athena's Blessing)

•Queen of family and Marriage (Hera's Blessing)

•Divine Intervention

•Demonic transformation

•Angelic transformation

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His Army (Military):

-Generals (Genshin Impact/Genshin/Genshinimpact/Hoyocreators/Genshin_Impact_asmr/Genshintok/Genshinpeng/Genshinlore/Genshinimpact52):

•Pierro

•Il Dottore

•Columbina

•Arlecchino (2nd Father Figure)

•Pulcinella

•Scaramouche

•Sandrone

•La Signora

•Pantalone

•Tartaglia/Childe

•Il Capitano

•Crucabena

-Liutenants (Mcyt/Dream smp/Minecraft/Evbo/Mineblr/Dsmp/Life series):

•Dream

•Technoblade

•GeorgeNotFound

•Wilbur

•Philza

•Tommyinnit

•Jack Manifold

-Soldiers (Team Fortress 2/TF2/TF2SFM/TF2ANIMATION):

•20 000 Soldier

•10 000 Scout

•3000 Pyro

•2000 Medic

•12 000 Engineer

•12 000 Minisentry

•1000 Sniper

•4000 Demoman

•5000 Heavy

•1000 Spy

-Elite Soldiers (Cotl/Cult of the Lamb):

•Leshy: Bishop of Chaos

•Heket: Bishop of Famine

•Kallamar: Bishop of Pestilence

•Shamura: Bishop of Knowledge and War

•Narinder: Bishop of Death

-Commanders (Homestuck):

•Karkat Vantas

•Dave Strider

-Y/N's secret army (Baldur's gate 3/Bg3):

•2000 Death knights

•3000 Barbarians

•100 Bards

•300 Clerics

•1000 Druids

•4000 Fighters

•2000 Monks

•200 Paladins

•300 Rangers

•1000 Rogues

•300 Sorcerers

•400 Warlock

•128 Wizards

•310 Shamans

•167 Mages

•1987 Specialist Mages

•458 Wild Mages

•2456 Thieves

-Airforce (Pokemon/Pokemonscarlet/Pokemonviolet/Pokemonscarletandviolet):

•3000 Beedrills

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Gods who have blessed Y/N:

•Zeus (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Poseidon (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacsonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Hades (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Apollo (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Athena (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Hera (Kaos/Netflix/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

[the-slasher-files]

SLASHER FILES' BLOOD FEST 2022 MASTERLIST

Just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who joined in, even if it was just for a week. I appreciate you all and you are all so talented. Thank you... See you in October 2023 🔪🤍

WEEK ONE

Jason in Trick or treat by @morgue-ratt

Micheal Myers - Teeth by @yeyinde

Jason & The Coven by @thrall-of-the-hill-arch

The Huntress - A Mother's Love by @reijniana

Vampire OC - Payment Plan by @thesightstoshowyou

Bo Sinclair x gn reader by @boxxyass

OC x reader by @queendeeshorrorimagines

Grabber - I won't tell by @lucifers-horror-harem

Werewolf x afab reader by @applesontheground

Billy Lenz x reader by @feelin-woozy

Our strange duet by @morvantmortuary

Sacrificial night by @the-slasher-files

WEEK TWO

OC x reader by @queendeeshorrorimagines

Asa Emory in God Complex by @morgue-ratt

Touching in the dark @morvantmortuary

Herbert West x gn reader by @applesontheground

Give in by @the-slasher-files

Heavens night by @lucifers-horror-harem

Sugar and Scarlet by @bisexual-horror-fan

Next by @thesightstoshowyou

Michael and Anne by @thrall-of-the-hill-arch

WEEK THREE

Leslie Vernon x gn reader by @applesontheground

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader by @boxxyass

We match by @bisexual-horror-fan

Glass by @morgue-ratt

WEEK FOUR

OC werewolves x gn reader by @applesontheground

WEEK FIVE

Norman Bates x gn reader by @applesontheground