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[rineptune]

hello! can i get a lucifer x fallen angel!reader, that is maybe seen as another parental figure for charlie, and there’s some jealousy from luci in the beginning before he realizes how much care reader has towards charlie? if that makes sense?

hell’s greatest parent.

summary: in which charlie thinks of you as a parent figure and once again lucifer’s genuinely distraught and scared that his one and only daughter would no longer need him.

a/n: he’s jus a little insecure, but lucifer’s doing his best and that’s what matters!!

lucifer could feel it. an irritated, uptight smile threatening to make itself known in his face.

“what was that, kiddo?” lucifer asks charlie.

“yn’s going to teach me how to make pancakes!” charlie answers. “it’s a great bonding activity that enhances familial relationships. they told me all about how pancakes made in heaven are soo different from the ones made here— i just had to ask if they could teach me!”

“she’s quite the persistent lady, your highness,” you chuckle. “i’m assuming she got that from you?”

“...yes,” he grumbles, straightening his posture. “but, charlie! why didn’t you just call me? no offense, but i make out-of-this-hell pancakes, too!”

“because, dad! you weren’t awake yet, and i wanted to surprise everyone here in the hotel with heaven’s recipe for a devilishly delicious breakfast,” she preened, hands clasped together. stars are shimmering in her eyes, possibly a candidate to outshimmer the pentagram in the skies.

lucifer sighs, defeated. “oh, alright... but i’ll watch.”

“ok! this could be a refresher memory for you,” she beams. “what first, yn?”

“well, to start, we need to wear our aprons.”

you held up one for charlie, the fabric littered with small red hearts for its pattern, which she gingerly took with delighted awe. you also offered one to lucifer, but instead of accepting what you had brought with you, he simply snapped his fingers, and with what’s left of his angelic magic, he conjured one of his own, which he wore with a smug grin.

“how efficient.”

“heh, i could do a lot more than that,” he proudly says.

“i would never doubt it, your highness.”

your indifference to lucifer’s (perfectly wrapped under the radar) jealousy is just perfect. not only did he deal with the radio demon, who had the balls to even duel him in a sing-off—now he had to win a cooking contest, too?

it’s crazy!

crazy if he doesn’t participate in it and properly show you why he’s the boss!

“and careful to put the batter, charlie,” you guide her hand to pour the batter onto the heated pan.

“whoa—.. i did it!” she cheers.

“good job, sweetie,” he tells her.

lucifer is on charlie’s left, observing how his daughter works herself around the kitchen. he had to admit, you were a pretty good teacher; that even he learned a thing or two about making pancakes.

would you look at that?

lucifer learning new things that he already thought he knew.

“now, what would you want to go with your breakfast, charlie?” you ask.

“there’s bloodied-sweet syrup, mini fresh eyeballs that a friend of alastor brought in earlier; oh— ah, here it is,” you pulled out maple and strawberry syrup along with some butter and fruits— actual fresh fruits that you managed to smuggle in your bag before the fall.

“what?! they actually have maple syrup, and not stale-oak sap?”

“yes, they do,” you chuckle. “would you like to try them?”

“do i? i’m so happy to!”

lucifer sits at the end of the table as charlie decorates her pancakes with the toppings and condiments of her liking. a smile is seen on his face.

he remembers the time when it used to be like this, simple and sweet. how times have gone by, really.

“pancakes?”

your offer brought him out of his trance of thought. a breakfast shaped into one of his favorite things in the world.

a duck with a little apple slice on its head.

“thank you, though you didn’t have to go through the trouble of...” lucifer’s absolutely speechless, and if it weren’t for the façade he has on, you bet your wings he would’ve been jumping up and down in joy. “serving it in this shape.”

“it’s no trouble at all, really.” you smiled.

and holy hell does that smile ease his worries.

“dad, oh my gosh! thesh are twe besht pancwakes, ever! like, weally—the absholoo best!” charlie says, words somewhat audible because she had her mouth full.

“charlie, dear, don’t talk while your mouth is full; otherwise you’ll choke,” you sigh, yet there was a smile on your lips, taking initiative to wipe away the excess syrup on the corner of her mouth with a damp cloth.

charlie giggles sheepishly, nodding.

“than’ weu!”

the realization sets in when lucifer sees this. that you actually care for charlie and are not there to replace him totally. he’s reassured, and happy as he finally takes a bite of his warm, delicious breakfast.

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[sineptune]

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boku no hero academia

jujutsu kaisen

gojo satoru

sensitivity at its finest - you help satoru with sore, sensitive nipples.

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[rineptune]

nimble touches.

a/n: if someone can help me find that fanart of adam helping lucifer groom his wings (since it’s normal in heaven, but it’s been so long for lucifer so he’s still getting used to having his wings groomed again n all), that would be much appreciated ty <3

“mmph!”

“luci, doll, quit squirming,” you sigh.

“sorry! sorry.”

lucifer’s wings flutter ever so slightly and jolt every time you trace your fingers through his marginal coverts in search of any debris and worn-out feathers. the gesture sends a shiver up his spine; a tingling sensation pulls on his heartstrings, settling to pool on his stomach.

“honestly, how could you let it get this bad?” you ask, plucking out a piece of fabric lodged between two nimble feathers.

“i don’t know— i was just.. i kind of—.. let myself go when i fell, y’know? lilith.. she used to do it, though she couldn’t really reach the places that really needed to be groomed, but her effort was there, and her absense hit hard. and everything’s been piling up— depression’s a bitch.”

you could hear bitterness in his laugh; it’s undeniable because the fallen angel loved the first woman dearly, and you knew everyone in both heaven and hell knew that, too.

“it’s fine,” you utter.

“it’s not like i don’t have time to spare.”

he nods shallowly, doing his best to remain still, all while humming a tune that he remembered during your days in heaven together. a melody that only you two knew of.

the tune causes your heart to ache.

if only he knew how much you loved him to the stars and back.

but that was all in the past, for when you were still an esteemed seraphim.

or was it really behind you?

“really, you should groom your wings every two months; the more often, the better.”

“can’t reach it,” he replies sheepishly.

“i can see that.”

“can you, uhm— mm.. do it for me again in the future?”

you couldn’t see his face, but lucifer is grateful that you couldn’t because his face was as red as a tomato.

you shrug. “sure, why not?”

trailing your fingers in a particularly sensitive area on his wings, lucifer surprisingly let out a sound akin to a satisfied purr, back arching—reacting to your delicate touch. his wings flutter uncontrollably, and you can’t help but smile fondly.

“now we know where i should focus on.”

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[rineptune]

Heeeeeyyyy pal

Can we get a continuation of that fic with the pregnant reader who's Lucifer's sister

Like what if her water broke at like, the *least* convenient time and Lucifer is freaking tf out, Alastors chill as usual and readers just like

:) "I'm just glad to be here" while having contractions

Love your work btw 🤗

inconvenient timing.

summary: inconvenient timing for your water to break, but what else could you do?

warnings: foul language, brief description of the horrors of pregnancy and labor

a/n: here it is n tysm!! the second part to devil’s paradise

during your pregnancy, all is well. 

regular visits from the doctor became part of the routine, and alastor made the effort to be the one accompanying you to every last one of them, and on the rare occasion that he couldn’t accompany you, charlie—your ever optimistic and kind niece—was the one who came with.

the crew of the hotel treated you as if you were made of glass, not wanting you to lift too much on your plate, so they did their best to cater to your every need and demand (not that you needed much and bothered them often).

you took care of yourself, too.

though your belly had gotten swollen, you were feeling fine, as if you weren’t carrying the unborn child of the feared radio demon in pride ring. you thanked whoever it is you could thank that you didn’t experience morning sickness, however, you were no exemption from the fatigue and discomfort that came with being pregnant.

lucifer’s worry for your well-being throughout all of this still hasn’t completely faded away. you were his only sister! and his brothers in heaven would surely have his head if something did happen to you now that you’ve fallen from the skies and are now under his domain.

everything was going well, until it wasn’t.

•

you went with charlie during another meeting with heaven’s official court in place of your brother. obviously, all eyes wandered to your stomach because, how could they not?

a former angel pregnant? that stirred whispers and disgusted expressions from those who were from the court.

“as you can see, the population in hell is—“

charlie was cut off when the angels gasped in unison. confused, she turned to you, and her eyes widened when she saw the bottom half of your dress soaked. 

“oh my go—! aunt yn, your water broke.” she says in a panic.

“i see that, my dear,” you answer with an awkward cough. 

“it seems that i’ll be taking my leave early, uhm... excuse me.”

“wait! uhm, i’ll take you back!” she tells you. “we’ll be back another time, sorry! this is very important for us.” charlie tells the angels present at the court meeting.

•

alastor swore you were about to snap his hand into two.

“darling, are you nervous?” he asks smoothly.

“no? why would you ask that, al?”

“hmm.”

he glances at the hand that gripped his, remarkably so tight that he feels all the blood from that particular area stop flowing. your free hand caressed your belly through the hospital gown, taking slow and even breaths to somewhat soothe the contractions.

“i was only wondering,” alastor answers.

you may have a high pain tolerance, but when you’re having contractions, you might as well swear on every god and angel to spare you from the agonizing pain—promising to never think of having any children in the future again. 

because, god, it hurts like a bitch.

as calm as you were, lucifer, on the other hand, had no calm bone in his body.

“oh, god. gabriel’s calling,” lucifer says, looking as though he’s about to throw up.

“and the nursery still has renovations that need to be done—“

“i’m going to be an uncle, holy shit—“

“what if something goes wrong? what? no! i shouldn’t think that—“

“should i prepare the gifts—“

“where are the doctors and nurses? they should’ve been here by now—“

“i knew we shouldn’t have taken you to sloth ring, yn—“

“lucifer,” you breathed out. “calm down.”

“i am calm! fucking calm,” he said, wiping away the sweat on his brow. 

“you sound like a dying goat, my lord,” alastor smiled.

“fuck you, deerface.”

“ok, ok. no one should be fighting,” you amusedly sigh, groaning when you feel another sharp contraction that had you biting your lip.

this got the attention of the other two, and lucifer asked you if you were okay as alastor placed a comforting hand on your belly.

well, at least they got along when need be.

•

“look, she has your eyes and smile, al.”

after long, painful hours of labor and practically dying on your hospital bed due to the procedure of bringing a new life into this hellish world, a healthy baby girl was born.

she took on alastor’s ears, eyes, and smile, while she had your wings and charm. the little fawn was sound asleep in your arms after almost tragically biting off a nurse’s finger when he was checking for anything wrong with your baby—to alastor’s dismay, he wished his little girl had succeeded. 

nevertheless, she is perfect in his eyes already.

“our little fawn is certainly perfect, my dear,” he says. “she has your charm, too.”

“that she does.”

and you best believe charlie and lucifer cried when charlie finally held her baby cousin.

“charlie, dear, are you ok?” you ask, a bit concerned.

“allergies, auntie. allergies,” she sniffled.

nothing would ever happen to her, because anyone who dares even look at the niece of the morningstar fallen angel who was also the daughter of the infamous radio demon, would receive hell served on a golden platter without any remorse or time for rebuttal.

“it may have been inconvenient timing to have my contractions,” you murmur to alastor once you two are finally home and alone with your baby. “but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“i’m glad that you’re ok, darling.”

“mm, thank you, alastor.”

“you shouldn’t thank me for worrying about you. it’s only natural for me to do so, no?” he says.

“now, i have to take care of two, but i wouldn’t have it any other way either.”

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[rineptune]

differently.

summary: angel dust catches the attention of an esteemed monarch from lust ring.

warnings: explicit dialogue and description, foul language, references to drugs, sex, and alcohol, please be mindful of the content you consume.

a/n: this is how my oc (yve) meets angel dust after ep 8, but you could imagine this as yn bcs it isn’t too detailed aside from the fact that yn (reader) is a hybrid between a scorpion and dragon demon. if this gets a certain amount of notes i might make a part 2 idk

“what got dollface runnin’ around like a headless goose so early in the morning?”

“oh! a friend of hers is visiting, and i heard he’s the baddest boy,” niffty giggles, tracing her finger on a freshly honed kitchen knife she got from the kitchen. distracted by the enthusiasm for the arrival of the “baddest boy,” angel dust took the opening to discreetly pry the utensil from her hand and placed it by the shelf.

angel dust yawns, taking a seat on the lounge chair. “charlie’s friend’s comin’?”

“not just my friend, you guys!” charlie tells them in a haste, “my bestest friend— we go way back; ever since we were in diapers.”

“bestest isn’t really word used, babe.”

angel dust passively shrugged, turning to vaggie. “and have you ever met charlie’s ‘bestest friend’ before?”

“no, but he does call and listen to her ramblings weekly,” vaggie answered. “and i heard he helped fund the hotel’s initial renovations when charlie inherited the mansion from her parents.”

“oh? we talkin’ rich sugar daddy here?”

“is money the only thing that you heard?”

“mm, maybe,” angel dust replied.

•

it’s not until later, past lunchtime, that their show-and-tell activity was disrupted by the new guest.

“oh, yeah~ daddy!”

“and this is my favorite episode of my ‘interrogation turned ravage session’ series because it’s the last one we had to do for the whole franchise,” angel dust shared with a toothy grin. “my co-star’s dick was average at best, but he did the stamina, which made up for his lackin’ technique.”

“that’s a very nice insight, angel,” charlie smiles awkwardly, cowering behind the decorative pillow.

“can we, uhm, have the next presenter, please?”

“can’t we just turn the tv off?” vaggie rolls her eyes.

“hm. ‘interrogation turned ravage session?’ that series won an award for longest screentime per episode, if i recall,” a new voice says, eliciting a surprised scream from charlie as she jumped into her girlfriend’s arms.

“who the fuck are you?” husk rose from his seat.

there you stood, indifferent to their semi-shocked and confused gasps and murmurs.

“my apologies for suddenly entering your hotel without notice, lie-lie—” you bowed slightly. “you weren’t answering your phone nor heard our knocking on your front door.”

your eyes met his, though they didn’t linger too long because charlie almost tackled you to the ground.

angel dust is left stunned.

satan, who is this?

“yn! you’re late; we thought you weren’t coming!”

“the train got delayed at the border, but all is well as i’m already here, hm?”

introductions went like a breeze, and now it was angel dust’s turn to be greeted by you. he had to admit that you had the sex appeal. it’s only natural that he had to flirt with you.

“and this is angel dust! one of our guests,” charlie says.

“nice to meet you, handsome,” angel dust greets, imitating a claw with his hands as he lets out a soft, seductive growl.

“i’m thrilled to meet you in person, angel dust.”

you took his hand—delicately and with absolute care, if he may add—placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. the gesture sends a flurry of butterflies coursing throughout his whole body, rendering him speechless and flabbergasted for seconds.

“i— uh, yeah, nice to meet ya. fan of my work?” angel dust recalls how you mentioned his series won an award— and not just any reward— the lust-stringed award that was usually reserved for media made from lust ring.

he just so happened to win the award because of the landslide of votes this year.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “if i were to be honest, i had no clue what your name was until now, but i only heard of your published shows through my secretary.”

“oh,” angel dust smiled awkwardly. “shame.”

“ah, my apologies if this puts an awkward tension between us.”

“it’s fine, not everyone recognizes a star from this side of the pentagram,” he tells you, relaxing back on the couch.

charlie and the others were gone by now, possibly giving the two a moment as they went to their separate businesses.

“what’re you doin’ here anyways?”

“i just wanted to pay lie-lie a visit,” you answered. “she was insistent that i travel from divine downtown to pentagram to meet you.”

“me?” angel dust perks up a bit.

“all of you here in the hotel, i’m sorry if i didn’t make it clear.”

embarrassment creeps at the back of the conversation, and angel dust wishes that it wasn’t this awkward because dear satan, this demon was hot as fuck, but he’s far too polite and nonchalant to have come from lust ring.

but he thinks something is about to come of this.

something new.

something different.

someone tell me how to continue this bcs i only have a vague idea in my head lol

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[rineptune]

what’s left of us.

“wounds like this won’t heal easily, you know?”

“what an obstute observation—“ the hiss that erupts through his gritted teeth, claws gouging on your skin like a vice to keep himself grounded, “my dear. you’re quite the smart cookie, aren’t you?”

“don’t talk to me with that sass, asshole,” you grumbled. “someone definitely placed a stick up your ass during the early extermination—or i might just be the one to do so.”

“oh, i’d love you to try and miserably fail,” alastor smiles tightly.

“with your current state, my chances of winning just toppled over yours.”

“how ambitious, my dear, but you must be aware that even with my current handicap, you are no match for me.”

not being fond of the little exchange he had given, you applied more pressure to the wound—not entirely a wound, but rather a gash he earned from his battle with the first man himself—you’re cleaning, earning a spine-chilling static of sorts that resembled a sharp breath of discomfort from alastor.

his antlers grew, eyes resembling the same ones that stared into yours years ago, outlines of stitches over his mouth glowing to somewhat outshine the dim candle light in your office.

“don’t look at me like that,” you sigh, working your needle and thread over the gash quickly.

you don’t bring up the contract, knowing that what lies beneath the façade he showcases to the underworld is a sinner who almost got killed by something more powerful than him. a sinner that hates the reminder that he’s not as powerful as demons, and he himself made him out to be.

“you aren’t invincible,” you say. “so either you find a back door or you put yourself out of harm’s way.

and loosen up the grip, would you? people might think i’m being abused with how your claws are sinking into my skin.”

alastor doesn’t say anything, and the candle erupts in flames, rippling through your bookshelves, and burning the photo of you and him from way before. when the fire ceases, your indifference to the whole outburst doesn’t affect how you patch him up. finally.

“...what’re you implying, hm?” alastor asks.

“you have to come to terms with the fact that you’re no longer an entity of carnage.”

you stood up, carrying your sewing kit with you.

“what will you live for knowing that you’re not as strong as you used to be? that you humiliated yourself and crawled back here when you specifically told me that you’d rip my head in our next meeting,” you shook your head. “figure your second life out, al.”

those words echo in alastor’s mind, like an endless loop in time, even as he makes his way back to the hotel with his showcasing smile. oh, how he wished he had ended your life right then and there.

but he couldn’t.

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[rineptune]

hiiii! i just read your angel fic and it was so amazing omg😭😭😭 and i wanted to make a request for hazbin hotel if its possible, like the reader is from goetia clan, and somehow (i didnt think much about this request im sorry😭) ends up in the upper circle of pride ring, aka where hazbin hotel is, and i wanted it to be more alastor baised, because we know he doesn't like people who are stronger than him, and goetian are royals, so reader is stronger than him, i dont know you can wing it as you like i just really like your writing style!!

thank you!!!

under your skin.

summary: alastor despises aristocrat hellborns for the priviledged, unadultered power they’re born with, and he loathes you even more than anything else because you fall under every category he despises in hell.

a/n: winging it as we speak, nonnie & don't worry!! this made sense, and i just love this trope you submitted pls. and thank you!!

alastor despises you.

it’s pretty straightforward, though he conceals it perfectly with that for-show smile of his. no one could’ve guessed that there was a demon in hell that made his blood boil to the highest degree.

but he made sure the façade never crumbled, even when you showed no interest in him and his sinister advanced to use you as leverage for him.

he remembers the day you came to visit the hotel to congratulate charlotte. alastor remembers all too well because you paid him no mind and had your fill in questioning his true power. that’s when he found out that he loathes aristocrat hellborns—you, specifically.

“who are you again?” you ask.

“oh, forgive me,” he smiles, his eyes narrowing into slits for a second.

“i am the host of the hotel! you might’ve heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“radio?” you ponder aloud.

“and here i thought radio had been long gone. vintage,” you chuckle. a bow of greeting you returned. “but quite irrelevant nowadays, won’t you agree?”

the way he smiled... so rigid and on the edge, you already knew how to get under his skin.

“i suppose we have contradicting perspectives on the matter.”

•

alastor wants to murder you.

you and he were the only ones present in the hotel, with the others out and about with their daily activities to bump up their morale to be redeemed.

and all of the places you could’ve made yourself comfortable in, you decided to lounge in his radio broadcasting tower. the nerve. you’re about to set off all of alastor’s accumulated rage if you were to break anything or even misplace anything from their original position.

“i heard the rumors,” you tell him.

inspecting the surroundings, alastor’s alert enough to not let his guard down. it’ll never completely settle.

“of how you broadcasted the screams of the overlords you overtook.”

that piqued his attention.

you? having heard of him now? 

how pathetic.

“i’m well-aware of how i get under your skin,” you smile. “and i’m glad i’m able to do so. it’s entertaining to see your glare, how your aura shifts, and how your shadow mirrors your true emotions.”

“ha-ha, you’re quite observant, sir.” alastor forces him to laugh.

“then, i hope for you to broadcast my agonizing scream in this very tower one faithful day.”

the mood dips. the usually easy and light aura is suffocating, and alastor’s knees buckle, forcing him to kneel in front of you. all of this against his will, his eyes piercing through yours. 

this triggered alastor’s fight-or-flight appearance, the figure becoming sharp and menacing as if he were as much of a threat as he used to be—as if he were still in his rising prime. 

“because i love the challenge,” you conclude with a chipper clap. “and i’d love to see you try and fail miserably.”

“fuck you,” he spat, smiling. “where’s the originality when you’re only quoting my exact words? haha.”

“i thought you’d be much wiser than to question my motives. though, i suppose i should be heading to the main lobby as i hear charlotte and her party have just arrived.” 

“think about it, alastor. if you play your cards right, you might be able to make a deal with me—or even better, kill me.”

alastor was not a man of faith; he does not believe in gods and deities, but he does pray for the goetia’s downfall. and when the time is right, he will strike with all his might just to laugh at your misery.

satan, he’s obsessed.

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[rineptune]

before i request i just wanted to say your writing is so good!!!(literally made me giggle and scream no joke) and if this may interest you I'd love to request something! so the idea is a bit abstract you can play around with it- the reader is a relatively new vampiric overlord, and became close friends with rosie because well, cannibal and a blood sucker just have common grounds of friendship, and this all happened during Alastor's absence. And the reader is also at neutral terms with the other overlords, and kinda like a person who just everyone wants to talk to, and itls generally nice. so it's kinda like she is taking over Alastor's life in a way? like, Alastor thinks finally no one is singing her praises at the hazbin hotel and boom charlie introduces a new employee, the reader. i know this is a lot and I'd totally understand if you dont take up this request, but if you do thanks a lot!! thank you so much!!

bloody hell.

summary: the new vampire overlord that rose during alastor’s absence? he’s awfully tired of hearing others sing you praise, because what’s so great about her?

warnings: foul language, description of gore, canon-typical violence

a/n: thank you for taking your time and writing this request!! and i’m giggling bcs of your compliment 💗

alastor’s absence for seven years was a great mystery to many. 

most sinners feared his sudden return to massacre a good amount of them in one go. but during this absence, a lot has changed in pride ring—and that includes the rise of a new overlord that would sooner or later be the cause of major changes in his life, and whether those changes are good or bad is for him to find out.

the first time he meets you is during the overlord meeting after yet another extermination.

“oh, alastor! this is yn, the most uncanny bloodsucker in all of hell,” rosie says.

“she’s an absolute dear.”

“hello, i believe this is our first meeting.” you extend your hand. 

alastor’s glare is sharp and unreadable. for a second, he doesn’t say anything and simply assesses your figure, though eventually he takes your hand and shakes it. 

“pleasure’s all mine,” he replies.

there’s something in the back of alastor’s head that’s nagging him that something is about to go wrong, and yet he paid no mind to the incessant worrying of both his thoughts and the shadow that tailed him wherever he went. he just had to be cautious, play his cards right, and eliminate you if need be.

but judging by how most overlords had already greeted you and looked forward to talking to you, he assumed that you were on common ground with the majority of them.

that’s no good.

he won’t let a newcomer hog most of the attention now, can he?

•

alastor might just lose his wit and massacre every passing sinner that mentions your name.

the vampire overlord this, the vampire overlord that—hello! he was back in town! and not one sinner cowered before him, as they’re too busy to even notice his presence.

too busy talking about you.

for satan’s sake, everywhere he went, he kept hearing of you.

rosie’s emporium? you just bought fresh bloody fingers and even took a cannibal with you—or so he’s heard.

his trusted tailor? too busy to finish your custom-made suit, alastor didn’t even get the chance to get his suit fixed.

it seemed as though anywhere he went, you were always ahead of him.

it’s fine; it’s ok. 

alastor is reassuring himself because no one has been on his nerves this much before. not even the noisy picture box of an old pal of his. not even the king of hell himself, the majesty that was just too easy to provoke.

but you—you were just too passive—too mysterious—dare he say out of reach?

it’s mentally taxing to plot against you when you’ve done nothing wrong to him personally. 

if he killed you, would anyone know that it was him?

he contemplates in his room, most of his thoughts immersed in you. it’s so out of character for him, but then again, who in this wretched place understood him thoroughly?

•

just when alastor thought that he could have a pleasant, quiet morning of listening to nothing but the screams of sinners dying in the recent newspaper, charlotte had gathered everyone in the main lobby for a “super-duper important meeting.”

“i wonder what this could be about,” his static voice is heard.

“quite frankly, i was in the middle of reading my favorite newspaper.”

“you could still read it even when you’re here,” vaggie’s unamused reply came. 

“oh, where are your manners, my dear? i’m certain that your lover would not be ecstatic to find out that not all of the inhabitants of this hotel are listening to her, isn’t that right?” his smile broadened at the last question, fixing his black knotted bowtie.

“whatever,” she sighs, “just pay attention.”

charlotte came in practically jumping with every step she took as the patrons of the hotel awaited what she was about to say.

“ok, so i know that our hotel is still a bit understaffed—but! i have amazing news!”

“we’re finally charging the guests an expensive price without changing the way we treat them?”

“what? no!” she shook her head.

“capitalism is one of the worst things there is to exist. that, and violence—and the extermination, of course.”

“then?”

“we have a new staff.” charlotte opened a portal, and the demon who stepped from it had alastor ripping the seams of the leather couch unintentionally.

“ta-da!” 

a wave of bats came rushing in and dropped pieces of confetti over them.

how fun.

“this is yn; you may know her for being an overlord, just like a certain investor we have, but now she’s our chef!”

this might just be alastor’s nightmare incarnate.

•

“what is it that you’re after?” he confronts you just when you’re putting away the dishes.

“hm? whatever could you mean, alastor? ”

“disregard what i said.”

alastor smiled, getting uncomfortably close to you.

your reaction is, as always, unbothered and confused. he doesn’t find it entertaining when demons shrug him off as if he were nobody—no more than a mere sinner.

“but do remember that if you put this hotel in harm’s way, i’ll be the one you’ll be dealing with,” he chuckled.

“noted,” you reply.

“bloody venison? i heard from charlie that you preferred meals like this, and i must say, we have quite a lot in common than you think.”

you licked the blood that spilled on your arm once you set the plate on the huge dining table, nodding your head. it’s just now that he noticed the blood that stained your apron and sleeves, and he’s tempted to have a taste too.

and he physically and mentally stops himself from doing so to show you that he’s indifferent to the way you captivate almost everyone.

“a lot in common,” you say once more.

alastor watches you leave, and his curiosity is at an all-time high. he’s tasted no one’s cooking other than his or his mother’s cooking before, not that anyone really bothered to prepare him a meal because he’d turn them down without a second thought.

but he doesn’t let the effort go to waste.

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lucifer morningstar

“i am going to fuck you!” - correcting lucifer’s delivery of his message.

sing the praises - lucifer has a thing for praise.

patience is a virtue - cockwarming lucifer to see how long he lasts.

hell’s greatest parent - there’s a new contender to be charlie’s parent.

dearest concubine - you’re lucifer’s concubine.

desperate requests - you’re desperate to have his baby.

taking care of the king - lucifer may have you on a leash, but he’s the one to beg.

to own and love - lucifer owns your soul.

never a bother, moreso a blessing - he reassures you that wanting oral is normal.

a first for everything - lucifer gives you oral for the first time.

nimble touches - you help lucifer groom his wings.

devoted to who? - lucifer just wants to corrupt his new devotee.

alastor

devil’s paradise - you find out that you’re pregnant and are unsure of how to tell alastor.

inconvenient timing - your water breaks at the most inconvenient timing; part 2 of devil’s paradise.

what’s left of us - you patch up alastor’s gash.

under your skin - alastor hates aristocrat hellborns.

bloody hell - the new vampire overlord might just have a lot in common with alastor.

angel dust

differently - angel dust catches the attention of a certain monarch from lust ring.

vox

a moment of triumph - you reward vox because he won.

helluva boss

stolas goetia

breaking point - teasing stolas ‘til he breaks

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[rineptune]

devil’s paradise.

summary: finding out that you’re expecting a chikd with the radio demon is no easy feat, especially when you’re a fallen angel—and not just any fallen angel—lucifer morningstar’s older sister to be specific.

warning: foul language, please be mindful of the content you consume.

a/n: is it fluffy or is it not? no one will ever know jk. it’s my first time writing for alastor, so he might be a bit ooc? he might not act like this, but we’ll pretend just bcs — inconvenient timing is out

“i’m fucked.”

“hah, that’s what she said!” angel dust says from the doorway of your bathroom, ultimately surprising you to the point where the pregnancy test you held poof into little fireworks.

“angel dust, hello. you, um... surprised me.”

“heya, goldie. smiles’ looking for ya,” he tells you. “what were you doin’ up here all by yourself when the party and drinks are downstairs?”

“i was freshening up, is all,” you lied through your teeth. thankfully, angel dust didn’t push the conversation further and just told you to hurry up or else nifty wouldn’t leave any more welcoming cake for you.

not that you’re in the mood for any cake tonight because of what you found out.

•

the evening went by in a breeze. so far, you managed to avoid drinking any alcoholic beverages, which definitely raised some eyebrows because you’d usually have a sip or two, but husk lets it be and just offers you a glass of iced water (oh, he definitely knows something was up).

and alastor was, well... missing in action?

it was weird because the others told you that he was actually looking for you earlier, and now he was nowhere to be seen—at all! you traced your finger on the rim of your glass as you tried not to dwell on the fact that you had no idea how to tell your lover, afraid of what the outcome might be.

was that even possible?

aren’t sinners not able to reproduce while in hell?

did you two even talk about having children?

holy hell, did you two even do the deed?

it must be the fact that you have just recently fallen from above, right? was this their punishment for you?

or maybe someone has placed a curse on you?

the last thought brought an unpleasant feeling to your gut. as much as you wanted to think that no one was out for you, it’d be pretty hard to convince yourself when you’re the older sister of thee lucifer morningstar and lover of alastor.

it’s like having yourself be the epitome of someone at risk.

“my dear,” alastor’s radio announcerq voice pulls you from your thoughts. he had this smile that just screamed at your face that you knew something. “i’ve been looking for you.”

“hi,” you greet, a bit nervous. “i was just here, occupied.”

he notices the littlest things about you. it’s alastor we’re talking about here. the figure of mystery and shroud of misfortune to others.

“are you alright? you seem to be out of it.” he asks. “would you like to have a slice of the sugary cake our dear charlie made?”

“no, thank you. i’m quite full, actually.”

alastor’s smile broadens as his eyes narrow for a moment that you almost missed—almost.

“would you like to get some fresh air? it might help elevate your mood, wouldn’t you think so?”

you nod curtly. “that sounds lovely.”

“splendid!”

•

on the balcony of the hotel, you could see most of pentagram city from below. the breeze has never been colder, a sharp contrast to the warm, berating temperatures.

you were anxious because not only was alastor silent the entire time, but you were sure he could see right through you.

“my dear, enlighten me. what’s wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong, al.”

“hmm.” he edges the rest of what he has to say, giving you a safe distance for you to not feel suffocated.

maybe he’s just as uncomfortable as you are, but who knows?

“you’ve never turned down a sugary treat before, and you declined any alcoholic beverages the bar offered,” alastor noted. “there must be something that’s occupying your mind for you to ask in such a way.”

“uh.”

well, shit.

you’re cornered.

figuratively.

“i just... i’m not feeling well?” even you are unsure if you’re in the best spirits. “i just— we didn’t talk about taking things to the next level and—“ when you met his petrifying gaze, you began to ramble, just like how your niece, charlie would (it’s safe to say that she got that habit from you, even if you spent her entire life in heaven).

“i took a pregnancy test earlier, and it came back positive. so, initially— i fucking panicked because we haven’t talked about having children— and are we even in the right stability to have one right now? and satan, the scary part is we haven’t even done it! and... i’m not even sure if it’s actually yours, alastor.”

you took a deep breath. “for all i know, it might be a curse placed on me by the wicked.”

alastor takes in your words, nodding carefully. “well, are you planning on keeping the unborn devil spawn?”

“...yes, with or without you by my side.”

“well, then! there’s no need for this little thing to grow up without its father, now,” he says, surprising you by placing a hand on your stomach.

the sentiment almost made you cry when you heard the small explosion of a crashing electronic device.

“worry not, my dear. i just gave us a bit more privacy from certain... old acquaintances,” alastor reassures you. “but we’ll figure out how to raise this... child of ours together.”

•

“you what?!” lucifer yells, thrashing in husk’s hold.

“did you not hear me the first time? and here i thought you weren’t affected by aging, sir.”

“oh, i heard you the first time, you shit! but you just knocked up my sister!”

“isn’t that wonderful? oh, the joy of bringing life to hellish life with the guidance of redeeming demons,” alastor sing-songs, somewhat mocking your brother. he had this shit-eating grin on his face, knowing fucking well that he was getting on lucifer’s nerves.

“wonderful, my ass! i’ll cut your dick off if you hurt or even think of abandoning her.”

“wouldn’t dream of it.”

“fuck you.”

“i’m looking forward to having you as my brother-in-law, sir.”

“oh, fucking hell.”

from a distance, you watch as your brother and lover bicker about the whole announcement of your conception. charlie had you in a hug for some time now, unable to get over the fact that you’re having a baby!

she’s going to have a baby cousin!

and you’re just hoping for the best that things will work out.

“well, yn likes me better!”

“you don’t even know what brand of cake she prefers.”

“that is always changing!”

“i’m afraid i’ll have to correct you there.”

“shut up!”

things would work out; it would just take time to get used to it.

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