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ohbother2 · 3 months

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I read your Lucifer headcanons and OH BOY I'M IN LOVE!! You write him excellently!!

Could I request some more Lulu pieces? :') Maybe a reader who's sad and melancholic by nature being drawn to Lucifer's absolute banger of a personality because he's so showy and fun (while also like. he Gets it, he gets sad too)?

Hi! Aahh thank you!! That's so nice of you to say!

I'm not sure if you meant you wanted this as a head cannon or a fic so I wrote it as a fic? Hope you enjoy! (if it's not what you want you can always request again and I'll be MORE than happy to do another one :) srsly)

Word Count: 6.5K

Lucifer x melancholic reader

You had been in hell for quite a few years, carving out a small life of your own through the decades that had passed, and after many years of working any job you could find, taking up any extra shifts that presented themselves, and spending and living cautiously, you had managed to rent a nice flat for yourself in a rather affluent sector of the Pride ring. That accomplishment, however, did not last long. Good things never did in Hell.

The last extermination had been particularly cruel, and your street had been targeted particularly hard. Thankfully you had been away at a friends place at the time (a little tradition the two of you had formed over the years) but when you returned the next morning the street you used to call home was no more. Barely any citizens of the accompanying streets had survived, and all of the buildings and businesses had been forced to collapse in on themselves as a final fuck you from Heaven.

Life in Hell was hard, and every year the weight across your shoulders and pressing down against your heart seemed to grow. It was endless, and by the time you had managed to scramble the remnants of your life back together the next extermination happened, or the next Overlord turf war, or god-knows what else happened down here. You were not a particularly optimistic person, and this recent upheaval of your life had placed you in a rather dire situation. It had been a steady declination over the years: you barely smiled, the gnawing worry of something about to go wrong always sitting heavy in the pit of your stomach, you couldn't really remember the last time you had felt truly, inexcusably, happy.

That had been three months ago now, and in that time you found yourself a steady job working at Hell's newest establishment: the Hazbin Hotel. The owner, Charlie, was a sweet girl and always bound over ecstatically to tell you about her ideas for the 'redemption of sinners' (you had a hard time believing in her dreams yourself, but you admired her unwavering optimism). She always tried her damnest to drag you into the 'group-activities' the residents of the hotel partook in, and you often found yourself being wilfully dragged along by the wrist, muttering lame excuses about needing to clean, before plopping next to someone and joining in on the fruitless fun.

Charlie's father was an illusive figure, and in the three months you had been here you hadn't seen him, but you often heard Charlie muttering about him to Vaggie. Despite his physical absence, the head honcho of hell himself seemed a rather doting father, constantly ringing Charlie and a gift-basket arriving at the front door whenever she lamented about a particularly bad week.

You had accepted this new style of life, dutifully completing your chores, keeping your head down to avoid trouble in the form of the Radio Demon, and spending your nights drinking at the bar with the other residents. You were secluded, quiet, but a pleasant presence that the others around you slowly grew to appreciate. Everything had finally settled, and after three months, you had mistakenly believed nothing would change until the next extermination came along.

How wrong you were.

You had been abruptly awoken one morning by Niffty of all creatures, picking your lock with the knife Alastor had gifted her and clambering onto your bed, bouncing on her heels excitedly and yanking the quilt from your shoulders.

"Niffty? It's 6- go back to bed." You motion away laconically, trying to burrow into your comfy sheets. You didn't have to be awake for another hour.

"He's coming! He's coming!" She chirps excitedly, brandishing her knife dangerously as she jumps about. "Up! Charlie wants the place spotless before he arrives!"

"We have another guest?" You stifle a yawn as you sit up, one hand rubbing at your eyes as Niffty attempts to drag you by your fingers to your dresser. You let her struggle, not budging and watching tiredly. "Arriving this early?"

"Yes! He'll be here in two hours and we need to clean!"

"Two hours?" You sigh heavily, making a show of laying back down as Niffty squeals at you to get up. The little woman is persistent, and you can feel her shadow looming over you even from behind closed eyelids. "Is he that important? He better be fucking royalty if Charlie expects us to clean for two hours."

"He is!" One eye cracks open, and you stare at Niffty incredulously. "Lucifer is coming! WE-" She grabs a firm hold of your top and yanks. "NEED-" tug "TO-" tug "CLEAN."

"Lucifer?!" You bolt upright, Niffty falling off the bed to the floor with a yelp. You peer over your side-table to look at her. "The Lucifer? Charlie's Dad Lucifer? The King of Hell Lucifer?"

"What other Lucifer would it be?" Niffty sasses, dusting herself down as she springs to her feet. "The baddest bad boy." She grins at you, and you suddenly feel incredibly uncomfortable. "We need to make a good impression! I need to make a good impression! You know he's single?" She bounce on her feet as you clamber from your bed, hurriedly sifting through your drawers. Two hours to sort this mess of a hotel out? You'd have more chance of suddenly coming back to life. "I love bad boys- Sir Pentious was such a let down but Lucifer? Oh My Go-"

"Yes, we all like a bad boy." You nod along, Niffty's eyes brightening as you agree. "Don't tell Sir Pentious that, he considers himself quite a bad boy, you'll hurt his feelings."

"Oh, he already knows." Niffty shrugs nonchalantly, hopping restlessly from foot to foot. "Now come! We have work to do!" and with that, the small woman goes speeding from your room, leaving you standing, disheveled, with a cluster of clothes in your arms. You blink slowly, rolling your shoulders, this was going to be a long day.

---

Two hours had gone by in a blink, and now you stood, slightly out of breath, lined up with the rest of the staff near the bar as Charlie paced in front of the entrance to the Hotel. You hadn't stopped moving all morning and your back and shoulders ached, having to hoist Niffty above your head to reach the hard-to-reach places you usually wouldn't bother cleaning. You were wedged between Angel Dust and Husk.

The door opens with a slam, ricocheting into the wall as a man bundles the princess of hell into a tight embrace with a gleeful yell. "Charlie!" The short-statured man lifts the blonde from the floor, swinging her around as he continues to chirp happily. "It's so good to see you! Have you grown? You feel taller!"

"It's good to see you too Dad!" Charlie tries to respond, and you stifle a chuckle into your hand as she gasps around the vice-like grip Lucifer has around her torso.

"Dad-!" Charlie finally tugs free, and you elbow Angel Dust as he snickers. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. These are our residents, this is-" Charlie begins to introduce everyone, but Keekee takes that moment to appear between Lucifer's legs.

"Keekee!" He all but squeals, and your eyes widen in shock at the pitch his voice takes as he squats down to fuss the happy cat. You share a pointed look with Angel Dust. Lucifer is distracted, again, as Razzle and Dazzle fly into his vision, and he immediately reaches for them with a joyous laugh.

He fusses them even more so than the cat, laughing to himself and twirling his cane between his fingers as he beams at the creatures. Charlie looks embarrassed, you notice with a sly smirk, rubbing her arms and trying to guide her Dad's attention away from the animals fluttering about his head.

You can't help but find this version of Lucifer rather jarring. You had been expecting a rather serious, intimidating, and otherwise authoritative man to come stalking into the Hotel. This version? This white-suited, rosy-cheeked, tall-hatted man with an ear-splitting grin was anything but the image you had been conjuring in your head ever since you had stepped foot in Hell. The brim of his hat flops as his head finally snaps towards your direction, and he straightens it with unfaltering confidence as he swaggers over.

You can't help but notice how much warmer his grin is compared to Alastor's, whose grin seemed to hide a threat behind it in most situations.

"Oh!" He stops short as Niffty barrels through Angel Dust's legs brandishing a pan of freshly baked cookies, with copious dollops of red icing splattered across their surface. A welcoming gift no one had asked for, but she had taken it upon herself to provide them anyway.

"Ah! What kind staff!" Lucifer entertains the woman, bending at the waist and looking at the cookies with raised eyebrows. "Thank you! But I will have to decline my dear, as young and dashing as I look" he wiggles his brows mockingly. "I must be careful with what I eat! When you reach 10,000 you'll understand."

He skilfully breezes past the tray with a bow of his head and a wave of his staff, distracted once again on his journey to greet Sir Pentious.

"Oh my-" He taps his cane against the carpeted floor as he spins, soaking up the main foyer. You had to admit, it didn't look much better from the state it was in before you had woken up. You pick at your sleeve nervously.

"Oh well, would you look at-" He makes a series of sounds as he surveys the inside of the hotel, brows furrowed contemplatively as he nods to himself, gesturing at nothing in particular. "Well- it certainly has character Char-Char!" He turns to his daughter, still beaming, completely unaware of Charlie's growing regret at having invited him over in the first place.

"Now! Time to introduce me to your friends. Who are these fine ladies and gentlemen?"

Charlie is quick to pull Vaggie to her side, holding her hand as she nervously introduces her girlfriend.

Lucifer practically vibrates at the news. "You like girls! Oh- so do I! Look at that, we have so much in common!" He motions between them excitedly, immediately extending a hand out to Vaggie, and yanking her into an equally as crushing hug as he tells her to 'put it there'. You watch as Vaggie struggles to breath over the man's shoulder, the man finally releasing her with an airy laugh and a comment about how pretty she was and how lucky Charlie is.

You smile despite yourself. You rather liked this version of Lucifer.

He finally turns to Sir Pentious, who withers in his skin and salutes, half out of respect, half out of terror.

"Your Majesty." Pentious doesn't move as Lucifer watches him, grin faltering slightly at the snake's lack of movement. He swiftly moves on with a 'thank you' grin brightening as he extends a hand to Angel Dust.

"Look at you! What I wouldn't do for those legs-" Husk splutters from beside you and you have to bring a hand up to hide the way you bit your lip to refrain from laughing. Lucifer only reached halfway up Angel Dusts' torso, and didn't shy away from emphasising the height difference by craning his neck at a near 90 degree angle to look at the others face. "Oh not like that! Forgive me. Though, you do have very nice legs, I meant your height. You could make a man jealous."

Angel Dust takes the opportunity, Lucifer spluttering over his apology, to bend down in some semblance of a bow, sultry smirk permanently etched onto his cheeks. "Heya, short King." For good measure, he places a kiss on the back of Lucifer's hand.

"My, my-" You have to commend him for not yanking his hand out of the spiders grip immediately, and watch tensely as he takes a minimal step back, straightening the lapels of his jacket: you were next. "what charming guests! I see why you insist on staying here Char-Char."

He stops before you, both hands resting atop his cane as he grins widely, a soft energetic thing that you can't help but replicate. "And who might this lovely lady/gentleman be?"

"And this," Charlie rushes to your side, evidently aware of your nerves. "is an incredibly valued member of our staff. Y/N. They've been working here for around 3 months and the place would've fallen to disrepair without them and Niffty."

You smile softly, bowing your head in respect as Lucifer finally stands before you.

"No need for that my dear, a friend of Charlie's is a friend of mine." He extends a hand which you tentatively take, shaking your hand firmly and watching you from beneath the brim of his hat. He was nothing short of charismatic, a perfect image of gentlemanly friendliness and cocksure confidence. Despite this, you couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated, he was the King of Hell after-all. "To say this place is still standing after all these years is nothing short of a miracle! You must truly have a golden touch." He waggles his fingers at you to emphasise his point, tilting his head inquisitively as you lightly blush at the compliment, averting your gaze for a moment. The man before you was truly some sort of magician, a purveyor of witchcraft of some sort: his presence was so large, so demanding, so absolutely enchanting you didn't have the capacity to think about any of your normal worries, nor the way your shoulders and back ached. In that moment, it was just him, and his silly little antics, and that was all.

"Thank you, sir. I'd truly be lost without Niffty-"

"Yes, the baker." He nods, cane nestled in the crook of his arm. You both decide to ignore the way Niffty squeals at the fact he remembered her from not even 10 minutes ago. "And no, absolutely not. Do not call me 'sir' under any circumstances." His voice was light and airy, clearly poking fun, not conveying any of the threat of violence that would usually accompany someone of such stature. He tilts his head again, grinning at you, wafting his hands around aimlessly. "Makes me feel old. I certainly am old, but I like to play into this fantasy that I'm not. Help an old man accomplish his dream won't you?"

"Certainly, Lucifer."

"And how have you been finding working at the hotel? I hope my dear Charlie here hasn't been working you too hard - she does sometimes forget not everyone is as energetic as she can be."

"Dad, stop making fun of me in front of my friends." Charlie goes to loop her arm with his and drag him away, but he remains rooted on the spot. Battering her reaching hands back with a laugh and a spin and a tap of his cane.

"I'm not poking fun at all Char-Char!" The grin he adorns, and the upturn of his voice indicate he very much was, and was very much succeeding in embarrassing her. "and you, Y/N? The hotel?"

"Hard work, but I've loved every moment of it." You lie, thinking back on the many times you had been up to your shoulder in some sewage piping, and the stench that had followed you for days. "The people definitely more so than the actual work: the plumbing." Your pinched expression and open disgust has Lucifer laughing, leaning onto his cane as he listens intently. "I don't know how it's all still standing but it is so we must be doing something right."

"That's it!" He hops excitedly on the spot, cane falling into his hand and tapping against the floor. In a surprising turn of events, he grabs your hand and spins you along with him. "That's the spirit! I see why Char-Char hired you."

He releases you surprisingly delicately, leaving you in the same spot he found you, withdrawing his hand from your elbow and returning it atop his cane. With a nod of his head and another grin he moves on to Husk, before being whisked away by Alastor, the man gripping the tip of Lucifer's cane firmly and practically dragging him to another part of the hotel with Charlie and Vaggie in tow. No one dares move until the chattering of the group fades into the distance, and you release a breath you didn't even know you'd been holding. You go to turn to Husk, about to make fun of him for his reaction over Lucifer's comment about Angel's legs, but four arms gripping your shoulders and biceps has you spinning in the other direction. Angel Dust has a firm grip of you, and drags you close, face mere inches from yours. You stare back with wide eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks, almost giddy, shaking you at the shoulders as Husk and Sir Pentious stand either side of him. "You sly little- our little friend has the King of Hell gagging for it!"

"What." You attempt to pull yourself away, but the spider is surprisingly strong. Your eyes flicker between each of the men: Angel Dust is practically gushing on the spot, shaking you excitedly, Sir Pentious looks rather teary-eyed, and Husk has an infuriating smirk that he was doing a poor job at hiding.

"He asked you to entertain his fantasy! That's foreplay!" Angel lifts you from the floor for a moment, dragging you close to stare deeply into your eyes. "And you played along! Ha! Didn't know you had it in you, toots."

"What? Angel- that is not foreplay!" You just accept the shaking, moving your arms with what little freedom they had to try and calm the ecstatic man. "It's small talk! This is a hotel, not a porn set, not everything leads to sex."

"You liked it!" He ignores you completely.

"You did have a rather besssotted look." Sir Pentious unhelpfully adds, clasping his hands in front of his chest and rocking himself side to side. "It was sssweet-"

"I've never seen you smile so much." Husk pipes up, arms crossed in front of his chest and a smug smirk aimed your way.

"He's very charismatic." You argue, and that was true. The man had come barrelling into the hotel with an entertainers flare and had somehow maintained the thousand-mile-a-minute charisma no matter what had been thrown his way. You could admire that. "And that's rich coming from you." You chirp back, finally untangling yourself from two of Angel's four arms. "You nearly choked when he mentioned Angel's legs."

"I was taken by surprised." Husk remains unflappable, but you don't fail to notice the bristling of his wings. "Stop deflecting. For once, I think Angel's right."

"I'm always right!" Angel Dust argues, finally releasing you and swinging an arm over Husk and Sir Pentious' shoulders. "And I say Lucifer's whipped, and you're gagging for it too."

None of you had noticed Niffty, who had been stood behind Angel Dust's legs for the entire conversation. You do notice her, however, when she starts sobbing on the spot, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks. The three men spring apart at the noise, and you all turn to look down at the distraught woman. This was not going to be easy.

---

Lucifer had stayed at the hotel for quite a while, being shown around by Charlie, Vaggie and Alastor whilst the rest of you returned to your normal duties, except on your best behaviour. Niffty had set to work exterminating the bugs around the hotel, throwing herself into work to avoid thinking too hard about how the 'baddest hottest boy' didn't seem all that interested in her or her biscuits, Husk remaining stationed behind the bar and dutifully serving drinks to Angel and Pentious, and you with a broom sweeping the foyer just to give yourself something to do.

One of Alastor's 'friends' had shown up whilst he and Charlie had been showing Lucifer the bar, and now Mimzy was left in Husk and Angel Dust's faithful hands as Alastor continued the tour. You didn't like her very much, and had been pretending to be incredibly busy to avoid having to talk to her.

Vaggie had joined the bar 10 minutes ago, and you had swept closer and closer to hear the discussion, despite the proximity to Mimzy which you'd rather avoid.

"Alastor's dragged him into some pissing contest." She groans, reaching for the drink Husk slid her way. "The Radio freak really doesn't like him, it's non-stop. I've never seen Alastor this close to going full freak-mode, it's worse than when Angel tried to sit on him."

"Maybe he's jealous." Angel grins, gaze turning towards you. You take this as your sign to leave, but he calls your name before you can. "Y/N here captured the Big Bosses attention earlier. You know Alastor, he doesn't like being upstaged."

"Oooh, you captured Lucifer's attention?" Mimzy swivels in your direction. You grip your broom harder, really wishing you had left the room when you had the chance. "You?" She doesn't hide the way she looks you up and down, and suddenly here voice becomes much more snide. "What did you do to impress him? Care to tell a girl a secret?"

"I didn't." You argue, tapping your broom against the floor. "He said hello to all of us, and that's that. He's just very friendly."

Mimzy opens her mouth, but the building suddenly rocks and the font doors bend under the weight of something. A man's voice yells from outside the hotel, and Mimzy suddenly has other worries on her mind. "Oh, shit."

A portal opens in the foyer, and Charlie and Lucifer hop through, Lucifer closing it with a snap of his fingers.

"What's going on?" Vaggie shouts over another loud slam. Mimzy hides behind the bar, much to Husk's dismay. After revealing the debt she was currently under, and the reason the loan sharks outside were particularly angry, you all stand in silence, every glare aimed in the short blonde's direction.

Suddenly, a flaming ball of something crashes through one of the ornate windows on the face of the hotel, and everyone shrieks as they dive for cover.

"My windows!" Niffty shrieks as Angel hauls her out of the way of falling debris. Sir Pentious off-handedly passes you a plate of biscuits as he slithers past, yelling about being under siege. You don't have time to acknowledge the plate in your hands, dropping it abruptly as you dive out of the way of another piece of ceiling. You were too far from the bar to seek shelter, so you begin sprinting in the other direction, aiming for the stairs. Suddenly, a figure crashes into you, strong hands grasping your arms and tugging you along with them. The staircase you were about to charge up explodes in a shower of wood and cement.

Your head snaps to the right and you make eye-contact with your saviour, Lucifer's bright red eyes staring back at you, and releasing your elbow with a smile and a pat of your shoulders. "This is exactly what I was telling Charlie!" He seems satisfied at his correct predictions, but he frowns at the damage as he pulls you further back from the creaking pile of wood. "You can't have nice things in Hell."

You breath deeply, rattled at how close you had come to being crushed, but Lucifer seems completely unaware of everyone's terror, standing back and commentating to himself, and now you.

"I'm afraid all your hard work, and golden fingers, and whatever else is going to waste." He laments, tugging you away from another falling piece of ceiling. "It's a miracle it stayed up this long- hey!" He pulls you towards him again, side-stepping a piece of rubble elegantly as it crashes into the floor where you just stood. One hand still on your waist, he twist his cane with his other hand, frowning at the big lump of brick and cement.

"We just finished fixing the ceiling." You comment, frowning at the chunk of beam along with him. Your arms cross in front of your chest: this would take weeks to clean up. You could feel how sore your body would be afterward.

"I'm sure I could lend a helping hand, my dear." He grins, swinging his cane in an effort to bat a piece of ceiling tile away from his foot. "In fact, I'd love to. There's nothing better for the soul than some good hard physical work!"

As if suddenly realising where his other hand was, he lurches back, eyes widening as he makes a show of fixing his hat, gloved hands sliding along the brim and collecting the dust that had fallen onto it. "Ah, sorry about that. You just, seem to have a knack for standing right under the debris about to crush you. HA ha." That laugh was the first one of the afternoon that lacked genuity, and you didn't fail to notice the way he corralled you close to him as he kept an eye on the ceiling. "Can't have my daughters favourite employee turned into mulch after only meeting you for an hour."

"I'm not her fav-"

"Oh yes, you are." This time, he uses his cane to playfully guide you towards him, hooking it around the crook of your arm and pulling you along, walking backwards as he chats and surprisingly avoiding all debris in his way. "She won't ever say, but I know. And I can see why, you're mine too." He makes an extravagant shushing movement with his free hand, and pushes the tip of his cane into your side to emphasise his point. "Don't tell the others, they'll be jealous and I'm afraid there's simply nothing they can do to take your pedestal from you."

"Well, I-" You nearly fall over your own feet: what the hell were you supposed to say to that?

"But that's our little secret!" The pair of you finally make it back behind the bar, where Angel Dust, Niffty and Husk squatted, covering their heads. Upon seeing you both, Angel Dust makes a grab for Husk's attention, grinning wickedly. "Now you're all safe, I'm needed elsewhere." Lucifer unhooks his cane from your arm, pushing you with the tip of it towards Angel Dust. "Don't let that one go." Lucifer points at Niffty, who was trapped in Angel's arms as she moaned about the state of the hotel. "Or this one." He points at you now. "Abysmal survival skills, I'm telling you." And then he was gone, disappearing through a portal to some other location in the hotel.

You shuffle in closer to Husk, the feline stretching one of his wings above your head in precaution, the other doing the same for Angel Dust and Niffty. You see Angel Dust lean forward, shit-eating grin on his face. You pretend you can't hear his teasing.

---

Lucifer had frequented the hotel much more often after that, and true to his word had assisted in some of the restructuring despite Alastor being able to fix the majority of the damage with his magic. You had found yourself, despite knowing better, growing closer to Lucifer, finding yourself actually looking forward to his visits. He was so energetic, so absolutely unhinged but in the best kind of way, that you couldn't help but look forward to his presence.

He almost always sought you out during his visits, always checking up and asking about how you had been finding the work. He often jabbed, asking if you felt as though you were being redeemed, and you actually entertained his jokes. They weren't at your expense, unlike Angel Dust and Husk, and they weren't targeted at some deep-rooted insecurity, like Alastor's often were. He was like a caricature come to life, and brought just the right amount to excitement to your life. You called your feelings towards him merely friendly, everyone else said otherwise.

Despite this newfound friendship, or 'this absolutely maddening foreplay' as Angel Dust called it, you still had bad days. Today was one of those bad days. The next extermination was closer than the previous one, and you had been feeling the typical stress around such an event. It didn't help that you had grown to care so deeply for the other inhabitants in the hotel - even Alastor to some degree, despite his aloofness - and your worries only seemed to grow the more you realised you didn't want things to change. You were happier here then when you had had your own flat the year prior, and the realisation that it could all be whisked away just as easily was terrifying.

You needed a day to yourself to sort your mind out, but you didn't want to pressure Charlie with your worries, so here you were, sweeping, hiding a frown and trying not to think about too hard about anything in particular. No one had seemed to pick up on your downtrodden mood in the last few days, but Lucifer always had a way of shaking things up.

Lucifer arrived around midday, greeting everyone with typical pleasantries and whisking Charlie away to discuss something about her meeting with Heaven. You were secretly glad he actually had something to do during this visit, you didn't want to ruin the relationship you had by raining on his parade.

You busied yourself, taking control of the tasks outside of the communal areas in the hopes you wouldn't bump into the blonde man. You would just catch up with him next time he visited. Lucifer however, had began searching for you as soon as he had finished discussing what he needed to with Charlie - he hadn't seen you in nearly a month, having been too busy to stay the last few times he had visited, and he was beginning to miss you.

He had had to school his behaviour massively after the first month of knowing you, finding himself thinking about you a little too often, modelling his ducks with features similar to yours, and just being a rather sappy mess. Charlie had mentioned this newfound behaviour to him, noticing the uplift to his mood around you, and the way he always just so happened to find himself in the same room as you in the hotel. He had denied the allegations at first, and had tried his hardest to remain nothing but friendly. But that had absolutely wrecked his mood, and the amount of space you took up in his mind only grew the more he tried to stay away. He had admitted to Charlie his growing feelings towards you, feeling his daughter had a right to know. Charlie had been ecstatic, and had been his biggest wing-woman.

He had even stopped wearing his wedding ring, and it now sat in the first drawer of his desk wrapped in silk. Charlie had cried when she noticed, hugging him tight and telling him how happy she was that he was finding someone for himself. He had cried too.

He still had yet to tell you, but baby steps.

He eventually found you on the hotel roof. He had searched everywhere, and was about to give up his efforts before he remembered helping you bring some furniture to the ceiling, smiling at your comments about enjoying the peace and quiet and the cool fresh air. He found you where he expected; sat on battered sofa he had helped you carry up here, a book in your lap and head turned towards the skyline.

"Y/N, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." He closes the door to the roof behind him, walking over with leisurely steps, tapping a soft rhythm with his cane as he approaches. "My what a beautiful sight! Lugging that god-awful sofa up all those steps was definitely worth it!"

You jolt in your seat, and he frowns as your furiously wipe at something on your face. You think better of turning towards him, bowing your head down as you curse internally. You had thought he had left, fuck.

"Lucifer!" You still don't turn towards him, head held low and trying your best to remain composed. His frown deepens at the shake and crack to your voice. "I- I didn't realise you were still here."

Lucifer hesitates in his steps, approaching much more slowly. "I wouldn't leave without at least saying hello, how rude of me that would be." He comments softly, coming to stand behind the sofa. "My dear, is everything all right?"

You breathe deeply, wishing you would disappear on the spot as he rounds the side of the sofa, hand sliding along the fabric as he does.

"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?" He questions, crouching next to you and trying to catch a glimpse of your face. His voice was so soft, so utterly and completely different to anything you had ever heard come from him. You almost sob when you glance at his big round eyes, filled with nothing but concern. You didn't want this, you didn't want him to see you like this.

"I'm sorry." You stutter out, pressing your palms into you eye sockets and leaning on your knees. "I just-" What? You were sad? For reasons completely out of anyone's control? What would be the point in telling him? "I don't know- it was a bad day."

Usually his cane tapped against you to gain your attention, but this time you felt two warm hands - he had taken off his gloves, when had he done that? - grasping delicately at your wrists. He tugs lightly, coaxing them down into your lap and holding them there, a thumb running over your knuckles as he waits, patiently.

Realising you weren't going to say anything else, he takes a deep breath.

"You know, everyone has bad days. But I don't think sitting all by your lonesome will help." He hesitates, and your bloodshot eyes lock with his. For the first time you've seen, a frown tugs at his lips, and his eyes look sad. "I would know."

He slowly sits next to you on the sofa, placing his hat on the floor with one hand still holding one of yours in your lap. "You know, I have a fair few bad days - more than I'd care to admit." He speaks slowly, gently, careful with his words but honest, genuine. "When I fell from Heaven, hell, even once Lilith left- well, I didn't know what to do with myself. I'm man enough to admit."

You huff out a laugh, and he smiles sadly at you. "And sometimes, sometimes people are sad for no particular reason because being here is hard. Life was hard, never mind death." You laugh again at the accuracy of what he was saying. A hand comes to gently rest against the underside of your chin and jaw, gently lifting your face to his. You follow his movements, and your lip quivers at the look of complete concern he sends your way.

"But you're- you're you." You stress, and he laughs at the absurdity of it. "You're amazing, and so good at cheering others up, and you make the people you're around so happy." You sigh deeply, completely unaware of the way his heart flutters a the compliment - he made you happy? A watery smile makes its way to his face. "And I- I don't. I'm just-"

"You make me so happy." He interrupts abruptly, not caring for his dearest secret that he was letting slip. "and the others in the hotel, even Alastor, who you know I despise, and it infuriates me that he gets to spend so much time with you, because he is so lucky." His hand falls from your chin, playing absentmindedly with a strand of your hair. "So lucky that they get to spend so much time with you. And they know, Alastor wouldn't stop bragging about you when we first me, it drove me nuts. And Angel Dust? He practically never stops talking about you."

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you feel your chest swell with something, not pride, not confidence, but something far more fond.

"But, that doesn't always fix our problems. You can be sad regardless of all that. Sometimes there is nothing you can do, but it always helps, and I mean always, when you talk to someone." He scoots minimally closer on the sofa, knee pressed against your own. "You don't even have to say what's wrong, but company is so much better than one's own thoughts."

He sends a pointed look towards the book you were attempting to read, and now lay against the floor. "And for one I think I'm much better company than some book."

You laugh properly this time, wiping at your puffy eyes. "Thank you."

Lucifer seems to gain some confidence back at hearing your laugh, and he puffs his chest in pride. "Having said all that, I hate seeing you cry. Can I please stay?"

You smile, agreeing.

"I have just the remedy for days like this." He grins, his usual cheerfully personality returning. "Now, come here." He extends his arms, beckoning joyfully. You stare, uncertain. "I may be the Big Boss but I don't bite, all the time." He winks, and he pulls you towards him without further question, dragging you in close to his chest as he rests back against the plush armrest. You freeze for a moment, unsure where to place your hands, where to rest your head, and he seems to pick up on your dilemma. A hand comes to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in close to rest your cheek against his chest, right above his heart, and he tucks you tightly under his chin, arms snaking their way tightly around your waist.

You sigh, relaxing into his warm embrace, and your heart rate picks up as you feel warm lips press against your temple, a soft murmur of "There, much better." breathed against your skin in a low voice.

He rests his chin back over the top of your hair, watching the skyline and trying his best not to combust on the spot. He hopes you can't feel his heartbeat through his jacket, but he would much rather you be pressed against him than not at all.

"Fuck that book, next time something happens, or there's a bad day, you come and find me. Yes?" A hand runs up your bicep absentmindedly, and you can feel the rumble of his chest beneath you.

Your worries were not gone completely, and that familiar sadness still clung to the pit of your stomach, but you could get used to this. This was definitely better than some book.

Perhaps Angel Dust was right, for once - perhaps you did feel a little more than friendship for Lucifer, if the thrumming of your heart and the fluttering of your stomach was anything to go by.

"Of course, Lucifer. And the same if you have 'one of those days'. Deal?"

He grins. "Deal."

Charlie screams when Lucifer tells her about what he did, and Angel Dust screams even louder when she lets him know.

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bobbithewriter · 3 months

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Miller's Secret

Chapter 1: Cafe Kisses

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 5058 Series summary: [NO OUTBREAK] You don’t know how or why but you find yourself drawn to an older man. His broad shoulders, strong arms, and pepper gray hair drive you wild. But there’s one problem: he’s your professor. Unsure of how to get over this crush you decide to apply for a mentorship… under him. It could all go horribly wrong, or it could be just the thing you both need. Series warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, this is so smutty I’m not even sorry. Very veryyy brief mentions of Y/N (if any). Age gap- reader is in her 20’s while Joel is in his late 40’s/ early 50’s, it’s not specified. Student/Teacher relationship but it’s not what you think. Inappropriate relationships, yearning, tension, sexual tension, sarah doesn’t exist here (sorry girl), secret relationship, cursing. Chapter summary: After crafting the perfect schedule for your last year of college, you find out that one of your classes in your first semester got dropped. Forced to find a replacement, you settle for Intro to Philosophy with Professor Miller. You’re in for a big surprise. Chapter warnings: 18+, Smut, fem!reader, professor!joel miller, sexually explicit thoughts, cursing, age gap, inappropriate thoughts/dreams, oral (f receiving), sexual tension, secret relationship.

A/N: This is the first chapter to what I hope will be an interesting series. It goes without saying that this is all FICTION. enjoy:))

The heat is stifling outside, the sunning blazes down, scorching the Earth beneath it. It’s nearing the end of summer and you just can’t believe it’s gone by as fast as it has. Although you’ve spent most of it working, like today, there have been a few moments of relaxation sprinkled in, but not nearly enough for your liking.

Making your way into your two bedroom apartment, you toss your keys on the coffee table near the door. You kick off your shoes and rush to turn the A.C. on hoping to be rescued from the heat. The apartment is silent, your roommate, Jade, is most likely at work giving you time to decompress from the very tiring shift you’ve just had.

You enter your room and are welcomed by your cat Lulu whose orange fur shines thanks to the sunlight passing through your window. Clothes litter the floor, books and magazines lay scattered on your nightstand and desk, your room is a proper mess, but it’s your mess. You make your way to the rickety wooden desk that sits against the wall closest to your window, pulling the near see-through curtains together in hopes of keeping some of the sun out.

You open your laptop and look up your school’s student sign in, hoping to review the courses you’ll be taking this semester. Although you’ve grown to love school and love the structure it provides you with, you feel an immense relief knowing that it’s your last year in college. The parties and events are fun but you finally feel ready for more, you’re hoping for something more worthwhile. Lucky for you, your last two semesters are light ones since you’re not taking nearly as many classes as usual- you shudder thinking back to your freshman year when you thought taking seven was a good idea. Last spring, when registering for classes, you crafted the perfect schedule: four classes fall semester, three classes spring semester- easy.

You scroll down to the bottom of your schedule only to find that one of your classes, an elective, has been dropped. Confused, you grab the notebook from the shelf above your desk and flip through the pages until you find the schedule you outlined back in April. Sure enough you see that your photography class has been dropped due to them not finding a professor for the course. You check your student email and find that you were sent a message back in July notifying you of the change. Frustrated at yourself for forgetting to read your emails, you return to the school’s registration page. Unfortunately, with classes starting next week, you know that the chances of you actually getting a class you’d find interesting are slim to none. You scroll and scroll until you’re able to find a class that fits with the rest of your schedule: philosophy. Great, you think, two hours a week dedicated to listening to some old guy drone on and on about ethics and morals and what the meaning of life is.

The cursor hovers over the register button. Do you really want to do this? You have two options: you could always take photography next semester with the professor you like, or, you can suck it up and get this elective over with and earn another three credits but be forced to listen to a bunch of existential nonsense. You, for whatever reason, pick the latter. You rationalize with yourself that it’s only one class and it’s just one step closer to graduating. You decide to mull over the syllabus jotting down a list of school supplies you might need for the upcoming school year when you get a notification from your email.

Professor J. Miller

Fall A- Tuesdays and Thursdays 10:30-12:30- Office hours: TR 1:00-3:00 or by appointment

Welcome to Intro to Philosophy! Like the title suggests this course will be the most basic introduction to philosophy and its integration into our society. No textbook is required for this class but I do expect you all to come to every class prepared to discuss the handouts I give you. Participation is a requirement for this class and I look forward to hearing all of your thoughts and opinions. Looking forward to meeting you all next week!

Best, JM

Although you won’t have to spend even more money on textbooks for the class, the prospect of having to show up every other day for weeks on end just to earn a participation credit is enough for you to groan aloud.

The week goes by quickly, between work, getting ready for the upcoming semester, and hanging out with Jade, you’ve barely had any time to yourself. Lucky for you, you don’t have any classes on Monday giving you time for some much needed self care. You complete your yearly before-school-starts-self-care-routine, trimming your hair, painting your nails, shaving your legs, plucking your eyebrows- the works.

You spend the day lounging about your room, playing your favorite albums on your record player to fill the silence. You try on different outfits feeling totally relaxed for the first time in weeks. As if on cue you get a notification from your phone. Opening your email you find a message from Professor Miller with a full copy of the syllabus and a short article to read.

Good afternoon everyone! Below I have linked a copy of the syllabus and an article for you all to read before class tomorrow. I hope to spend less time going over the syllabus, only answering questions you might have, and more time talking about the contents of the paper. Please come prepared!

Best, JM

Great, homework before you even start the class. You move to your bed where lulu is sprawled out and begin reading the article. You read paragraph after paragraph discussing value theory and metaphysics, taking notes as you do with the hopes of actually understanding what you’re reading. You finish and decide that you’ll review the notes tomorrow before class. Surely it won’t be that bad.

You wake up later than you intended and realize you don’t have nearly as much time to get ready as you wanted. You get ready quickly knowing you’ll have to stop by your school’s cafe since you didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast. The drive is a short one and eventually you’re pulling into the student parking lot.

Grabbing your backpack and keys you enter the cafe, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling your nostrils. Looking at your watch you realize you have 20 minutes till class starts and relax a bit. You order your usual, a vanilla latte with two shots of espresso and a chocolate croissant, and wait for your name to be called. Behind you you hear the bell on the door jingle signaling that another customer has entered the already very busy cafe.

As you wait you can’t help but look around at the cafe’s patrons, some are clearly students while others are harder to discern, maybe professors, maybe alumni, you’re unsure? Your university is located at the center of the city so many alumni linger around, finding jobs after graduating but still gathering at some of the college’s most popular cafes and restaurants. You’re broken out of your thoughts by the barista calling out names and orders.

“Large six shot quad espresso with extra ice for Joel”, shouts the barista.

Your eyes first land on the very large cup filled to the brim with espresso and then to the person picking it up from the counter. Your eyes trail up from his hands, to his arms, and finally to his face, ogling him unintentionally, and you’re met with a sly grin from the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry for starring”, you laugh, “I’ve just never seen someone order that many shots of espresso in a single cup.”

“What can I say, I like my coffee strong”, he laughs. “I’m Joel”, he says, extending his hand out for you to shake.

The man before you is tall, six foot if you’d have to guess, with broad shoulders and large arms. He’s sporting a light blue button down and navy blue trousers that make his already tan skin seem impossibly warmer and brighter. His dark brown hair is peppered with grays as is his beard- though you wouldn’t really describe it as a beard, more like scruff. His hands are large and pretty much engulf your own as you extend your hand to shake his. His shake is firm and you find the handshake lingering longer than you both probably anticipated.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you”, you reply. From the looks of it he’s anywhere between his late 40’s or early 50’s, but you’re not really sure. His brown eyes hold your gaze momentarily and you notice that he too is sizing you up. You snap out of it when you hear your name called.

“Small vanilla latte with two shots of espresso for Y/N”, the barista shouts again.

“Ah I can see why my six shots would scare you”, Joel jokes, keeping his body facing you as you reach for your breakfast.

“Yeah well caffeine tends to make me jittery and I’ve got class in a bit so I’m trying to keep the coffee to a minimum”, you respond. “Anyways, I better get going”, you say, “It was nice meeting you, Joel.”

Before he has a chance to respond you find yourself walking to the door but not before turning back around and giving him a small smile. As you make the short walk to your first class you find yourself thinking of him. It’s been a while since you’ve been with a guy and maybe that’s why you find yourself still thinking about this stranger but a part of you also knows it has more to do with his good looks. You’ve never really found yourself attracted to older men like that, partly because you live in a college town where most of the guys you interact with are no older than twenty five and partly because you’ve just never met an attractive older man in person.

You think back to his face, a blend of strong, masculine features but with a much softer side as well. The slight curve of his nose and edge of his jaw seemed almost drawn with charcoal, and you can’t help but think back to the warmth in his eyes.

God it’s been too long since you’ve been with a guy, now you’re replaying a five minute interaction with a total stranger. Great. You take your phone out to text Jade.

Y: Dude I just saw the cutest fucking guy, too bad he was like 50:/ It’s actually concerning how touch starved I am bc im literally daydreaming about this guy and we said like five words to each other LMAO J: OUUUU DILF DILF DILF Girl go for it, who cares if he's old, hot is hot Did you get the sexy strangers number?? Y: NO our interaction lasted maybe two minutes J: Too bad:( It’s okay bc I hereby declare that we are officially going out this weekend and you’re gonna get laiddddd Y: okay this conversation is over J: this. weekend.

You smile despite yourself and fasten your pace hoping to leave any thoughts of Joel in your wake. You take the stairs up to the second floor and enter the room. Although it’s not quite as big as a lecture hall, there are a decent amount of students already there waiting for class to start. You take a seat in the middle of the third row, your usual spot since it’s close enough to seem engaged when you want but also far enough away so you’re not in the direct line of crossfire when it comes time to participate.

You’re too distracted getting settled to notice him walk in but when you look up you see Joel… in your class… walking to the podium? You’re struck with the sudden realization that he’s your professor. Your professor is Joel. Oh my God. The sexy stranger, as Jade put it, is literally your teacher.

It seems that he notices at the same time as you do and he gives you a warm smile. Okay, there’s no need to freak out. He clearly doesn’t care so why should you and really there’s nothing to even care about right. It’s fine, he was clearly making normal conversation and you just happened to be the sex-deprived stranger he gave his attention to. There is absolutely no reason to overthink this. So what your teacher is cute, it won’t make a difference, you’re here to get your credit and go.

He makes his way around his desk and podium and begins, “Good morning class, I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the room. It’s good to see you’re all here so let’s get started shall we. If you have any questions about the syllabus now is the time to ask, I want to get started on dissecting the article I had you all read.”

His voice is clear- confident- and you can’t help but to hold onto every word he says. He looks around the room, waiting a beat to see if anyone raises their hand and moves on.

“Okay great, now I want you guys to first raise your hands and tell me your thoughts on the paper itself, did you like it, did you dislike it? Feel free to get as specific as you want.”

Around you, your classmates raise their hands and participate, voicing their opinions on the paper. Some thought the paper was interesting, others didn’t, but there seems to be a universal agreement that the paper was difficult to really understand, a fact your professor seems to catch onto.

“So it seems as though the room is pretty split between whether the paper was good or not. That’s fine! Philosophers have disagreements all the time. But how many of you really understand what Value Theory is, hm? Can someone explain what it is to the best of their abilities, it’s okay to be wrong, that’s why I’m here”, he says.

You raise your hand, “Value theory is, at its core, worried about justifying our value judgments and the actions that follow. It basically tries to answer hard questions like what it means to pick between the ‘lesser of two evils’ or what it means to be a ‘good’ person.”

“That’s exactly right”, he says, holding your gaze for a moment and giving you a small smile.

You return his smile with pride, happy to have gotten the answer right. You’ve always excelled academically and although you would never admit it to anyone else, you crave the validation you get from your professors and peers.

The rest of class continues on like normal with Professor Miller explaining the differences between Value Theory and Metaphysics and how they might help us answer some difficult questions.

Class continues as normal and just as he’s about to dismiss everyone he gives a few housekeeping reminders: two papers to read before next class, office hours are Thursdays after class, and mentoring?

“Like the syllabus says, I do mentor a small group of students each semester who want to get a more in depth understanding of philosophy. Unfortunately I cannot mentor every single one of you so if you want to be one of the lucky students please submit a one-page proposal of sorts by the end of class Thursday. If you have any questions feel free to email me. You’re dismissed”, he says.

Packing your things you’re left with this new idea to ponder. It might be good to have Professor Miller as a mentor so you can get another letter of recommendation, but you’re not even sure you even enjoy philosophy like that. You have a couple days to decide anyways, who knows what you’ll end up doing.

The rest of your day drags on slowly and by the time you finally get home you can’t help but sink onto your carpet floor and just lay there. Lulu hops off the bed and curls up next to your side. You let out a groan thinking about just how much homework you have to do and it’s only your first day. Two papers to read, a proposal to write- you decided you’d take a shot at it, there’s no guarantee you’ll even get picked so who cares- a four page research paper due, and an online quiz. You mentally thank yourself for only having picked three classes this semester.

After eating dinner and showering you decide to start on your proposal. You rack your brain trying to come up with at least three different reasons you want this mentorship. One: you need another letter of recommendation- you plan on applying to graduate school or law school and both require amazing letters of rec- and one from your philosophy professor would look good. Two: you find philosophy interesting (sometimes) and maybe one on one sessions with your professor will strengthen that interest. And three: it doesn’t hurt that your would-be-mentor is easy on the eyes. Okay that third reason isn’t really a reason it’s more of a plus but it’s still valid.

It takes you longer to submit your proposal than it does to actually finish it. You deliberate the options: you could submit it and work closely with Professor Miller, if you get picked that is, or you could never submit it and never have to worry about being in close proximity to that man. Fuck it, you think, and click submit. You hope you don’t end up regretting that.

Thursday comes and goes pretty uneventfully with the exception of Mr. Miller telling your class that he would release the names of the students picked for the mentorship by the end of the weekend. You, surprisingly, aren’t at all nervous. You know that if you get picked it will look great on your resume but if you don’t it won’t really make much of a difference.

Unsurprisingly you spend the rest of your day studying and going to work, it seems as though your days consist only of those two things now. When you get home you find Jade sitting at the dining room table on her laptop. You decide to join her seeing as you both have seen so little of each other because of all the craziness that the start of the semester consists of.

You guys quickly stop working on any actual homework and start talking about random stuff, friends, boys, work, and school. Eventually the conversation shifts to your professor.

Jade gives you a smirk, nudging your arm, “So how cute is he really? Do you have a picture of him or something, I’ll be the real judge.”

You open your laptop again, scrolling down your course page until you find his picture. Zooming in, you turn your computer towards Jade.

“Sweet baby Jesus, that is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Oh my GOD! Is it too late to register for this class?” she laughs. “If you don’t make a move I will.”

You laugh, snatching your computer back from her. “You know I can’t do anything, he’s my professor. It would be totally unethical”, you say.

“It would be totally fucking hot”, says Jade. “Come on it’s not like you’ll get expelled or anything, it says nothing in the Student Code of Conduct about it so you’re fine.”

“Have you ever even read the Student Code of Conduct?” you retort.

“Well no, but I’m sure it doesn’t say anything about that”, Jade laughs.

You both stay there talking for another hour or so, taking turns telling each other about how your days have gone. Eventually Jade decides that Saturday night is “the night” as she puts it.

“We are so getting you laid, you need it more than anyone I know, no offense”, she says.

You give her a glare but ultimately give in. You haven’t gone out since that one night last semester that ended with you holding Jade’s hair as she hurled the contents of her stomach into the toilet. You’ve never been much of a partier, much less someone who enjoyed one night stands but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s been a barren few months and you haven’t had much company with anyone except Bertha, your vibrator. Maybe it was finally time to give into the college craze and sleep with a random person, no emotions, no strings attached, just sex.

The thought stays in your head throughout the rest of your day. As you’re getting ready for bed you open your laptop and can’t help but look at the picture of Mr. Miller there. He really is sexy, you think, as you’re reminded of his broad shoulders and strong arms. You fall asleep with the thought of him in your mind.

You’re sitting in his office, nestling yourself further into the wicker chair. You close your eyes taking in the smells of his office, rich mahogany, oak, and leather. You feel him behind you, his presence close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of his body. Your heart seems to stop, anticipating his next move. His hands trail up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. He lowers his head down to your shoulder and you feel his breath against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down to the base of your spine.

“Do you know how wrong it would be for us to do anything? Hm?” he whispers.

His voice reverberates through your entire body, straight to your core. You feel the familiar flutter in your lower abdomen and the way your heart seems to start beating again but this time impossibly fast.

His lips press a kiss to your shoulder and you instinctively move your head to the side, hoping he takes it as a sign that you want more. His fingers trail up your arms again but this time to your neck, pressing the pad of his thumb down onto the skin he just kissed.

“Your heart’s beating a little fast there sweetheart, you alright?”

You nod, silently praying your body doesn’t betray you again.

“Hm. Are you lying to me now? You know”, he says kissing your neck again, “good girls don’t lie. Are you a good girl?” he asks.

You think you nod again but your mind is so out of it you’re not sure if you actually do or not. His scruff lightly scratches against your smooth skin as his left hand wraps itself around the base of your left shoulder and his lips make their way up and down your right, your breath hitching as he does.

Against your ear, he again whispers, “Tell me the truth, baby. Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to take you right here?”

Your mind is reeling from his touch, his lips, his words, you’re struck silent for once.

“You know baby, if you’re honest I might just give you what you want. C'mon darlin’ be a good girl and tell me how much you want it.”

You open your mouth and pray that your voice sounds stronger than you feel right now. “I want you to touch me. Please touch me”, you whine.

“Where do you want me to touch darlin’? Your breasts? Want me to play with your nipples? Or your cunt? I bet it’s already so wet for me”, he whispers against your skin.

“Both”, you cry out, spreading your legs apart praying he gives you what you most crave.

He lifts you up from the chair and spins you around, pressing you firmly to his front. He moves one hand to your hair and pulls it gently, angling your face to his. His eyes have gone from brown to nearly black and it sends another shiver down your body. His lips crash into yours in a kiss so earth shattering you feel yourself turn to mush, leaning against the desk for some support. With one hand in your hair and the other on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his front, you finally get to feel the hard dent in his pants. You moan into his mouth and regain some sense. You kiss him with a newfound intensity, pawing at this chest hoping to feel some of the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

He smirks against your mouth, chuckling at your urgency. “You’re so damn cute when you’re desperate, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want”, he says before his hands begin exploring your body even more. You feel the hand that was on the base of your back move down your ass and give it a hard squeeze, that familiar flutter in your abdomen returning. His lips once again move to your throat and down your chest; you feel your face getting hot and your breaths getting more rapid because of the lack of oxygen. He begins unbuttoning your satin blouse, replacing where the buttons were with kisses.

He moves you so your back now rests flat against his desk and you feel him kiss lower and lower down your body. He kisses his way down to your naval and begins unbuttoning your jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly, taunting you.

Just when you think he’s going to give you what he wants, his lips start going back up, following a similar path as before. He kisses your breasts over the mesh balconette bra you’re wearing, your nipples hardening as he does. You’re moaning wildly at this point, never having been this turned on before. His hands move to your back, unclipping your bra and tossing it to the side. He begins attacking your chest with a fervent need, softly biting your nipples, forcing a moan from deep within your chest. Your hands make their way to his hair and you tug at the base of his curls needing an anchor as you feel yourself slowly begin to lose it. You’re desperately trying to find some friction between your legs and you start grinding your still covered cunt against the dent in his pants.

“Look at you, such a sweet thing grinding against me. Cmon baby, tell me again how much you want it”, he says as his lips make their way down your body again.

“Please” you beg, “I want it so bad, please just fuck me.” Your chest is rising and falling rapidly and you’re almost certain you look fucked out of your mind even though nothing’s even happened yet.

“Oh I’m not going to fuck you here, honey, though I bet you’d fucking love it”, he says.

Your chest deflates a little from disappointment and you can’t help the low whine that comes out of your throat.

“I will, however, give that pussy the attention it deserves”, he says again, this time pulling your pants down past your hips and off your legs.

Your heart begins racing as he kisses his way down your stomach, stopping right at the edge of your panties. He looks up at you and sees pure desire written all over your face. He kisses your center over the fabric of your panties, making you jolt from the sudden contact. Moving to kiss along the inside of your thighs, his scruff scratches harshly now against your skin. His fingers wrap themselves along the sides of your panties and he slowly peels them off of you.

You look down at his kneeling figure, fully clothed with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a stark contrast to your entirely naked form spread out for him on his desk.

“So fuckin beautiful”, he says against the skin of your thighs, peppering kisses there at random. Just as you're about to beg for the fourth time, he wraps your legs over his shoulders and dips his head between your thighs. He licks a long strip up to your clit where he starts sucking relentlessly. Your fingers find themselves digging into his hair, holding on as you grind yourself further into his mouth. He licks your cunt until you’re writhing in pleasure, holding onto the desk and his hair for dear life. You feel that familiar knot in your stomach begin to form and you chase it. You’re a moaning mess when he starts to tongue fuck your pussy, so close you could scream. His nose continuously bumps against the hood of your clit and you think you see stars.

“Fuck I’m close”, you moan, your back arching against the cool wooden desk.

One of his hands comes up to tug on your hardened nipples while the other finds refuge between your thighs. You feel him smirk against your skin and you realize why when he dips a finger into your spasming hole. His large finger works itself in and out of you, pushing you closer to your release.

“You like that baby?” he asks. “Cmon I want you to come for me. Can you do that sweetheart?”

Not waiting for your response he adds another finger, fucking you in tandem with his mouth. With every stroke you feel yourself getting closer, your juices gushing down your inner thighs, producing a sound so obscene it’s bordering pornographic. It’s only when he curves his finger, hitting your g-spot that you feel yourself lose it.

“Oh my God-”, you cry out, “Fuck I’m cumming.”

Your legs shake beside his head but he doesn’t stop fucking you through your high. Your mind is blank and your thighs are sticky from your release and you think you might have just gone to heaven and back.

You wake with a gasp in your bed. You’re drenched in sweat and you feel your shirt sticking to the skin on your back. The boyshorts you’re wearing feel wet and sticky from your release. You sit up trying to momentarily catch your breath and you stare in the mirror directly across from your bed. The skin on your chest is red and blotching and your sheets are rumpled.

God, did you really just have a wet dream about your professor? Maybe applying for this mentorship was a mistake.

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stephaniebrownslover · 19 days

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MY MAIN CREEPYPASTA AU

Guys guys this is kind of my biggest AU project so far,.

I was wondering why I can't write a nice and long fiction like everyone, and I think I found one of the reasons. It may be that I have so many AU's.

So I decided to create a basic base AU. You know some of my side AU's, and while they'll also exist, but there are no such AU of mine where I can say "oh yeah, this is like that.".

Every time I write a fic, I design a different past story or something for the character or change the details, so basically in my AU, I can't say Clockwork doesn't like this or something like that.

So I'm doing something like this so that I won't have to go experience this anymore.

Again, there will bestories where I change these details and so on, but I will try to stick to this AU most of the time, no matter how difficult it will be for me at first.

So that's why I won't give details like ficlets, saying things like this will happen, that will happen, and I'll probably do background information or something instead.

This is what happened when I couldn't decide between 2-3 ideas for a character, but I finally decided to take a hand to fix this mess.

Maybe this AU will be used only in 1-2 stories, and I won't use it any more. I don't know, so it depends on whether I like it or not and my indecision.

I know that Masky and Hoodie are not in creepypastas, I will try to use them in a mixed way of creepypasta and Marble Hornets.

DEATH TO TWINK MASKY!!!!!!

Offenderman doesn't exist in this universe because I hate him for being pedo and rapist. Don't come and try to defend him to me.

Also I'm starting out with the idea of designing a main AU and I'm waiting for your questions whatever you want to ask!!!

I'm going to make separate posts or something to answer questions, and I'm going to try to create a past story about the characters by trying to use the order I wrote here.

WARNING: I don't think about sticking to canon in most things, because the characters' stories are really bad and cliche and need to be rewritten. So if this AU is not 'realistic', you may not read it, I'm not forcing you to read it.

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Main characters

-Jeff The Killer

-Clockwork

- Hoodie

-Masky

-Ticci Toby

-Eyeless Jack

-Jane The Killer

-X-Virus

-Nina The Killer

-Kate The Chaser

Total: 10 characters

Main supporting characters

-Homicidal Liu

-Sally

-Ben Drowned

-Puppeteer

-Zero

-Nurse Ann

-Bloody Painter

-Judge Angels

-Mary Vaughn

Total: 9 characters

Supporting characters

-Lulu

-Laughing Jack

-Nightmare Ally

-Kagekao

-Rouge

-Jason The Toymaker

-Laughing Jill

Total: 7 characters

Background characters

-Slenderman

-Emra

-Dr. Smiley

-Cat Hunter

-Zalgo

-Weeping Forest

Total: 6 characters

The sum of all: 32 characters

You can ask questions and things you are curious about my ask box as anon or yourself, I will make a post about it!

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rubra-wav · 1 month

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If I don’t ask now, I won’t remember later ANYWAYS

I am just itching for hurt/no comfort for no reason(well there is a reason, I just spent the last hour reading Lucifer x reader angst) I really want just any character of your choosing romantic angst no comfort and maybe a breakup because why not

-🦋anon :3

Lucifer x reader : Twice divorced

A/N I've been itching to write Lucifer more so it's also gonna be about him. Hope you're ready to watch this man fall apart :)(bro watch ME fall apart writing this)

Also new banner (happy happy happy)

Cw: Angst no comfort, gn!reader, both parties are suffering, they don't actually get divorced they just kinda. Agree to separate for a bit?

- You'd been together with Lucifer for a short time before getting married.

- You guessed that was the main mistake.

- It's unfortunate to say, but you underestimated your own ability to properly keep yourself happy and secure in helping him unravel everything.

- 4 months into your marriage, Lilith showed up and shit absolutely hit the fan. Lucifer locked himself away upon her showing up again under the guise of 'not putting it onto you'

- This frankly broke you.

- You'd spent 2 years knowing Lucifer and helping him, and all that was undone in what seemed like 10 minutes of her showing up, spewing some nonsense about how you should get out before he burnt out again like after falling and took you with him.

- It was undeniably her fault. You didn't blame Lucifer.

- But you weren't some unmoving, unemotional wall of a person.

- It hurt so fucking badly being treated like you couldn't handle your own husband by him after his ex showed up.

- You knew you had to get out, or you would go insane.

- You walked to Lucifer's door, suitcase wheels loudly dragging on the floor.

- Lucifer opened the door before you even had the chance to knock on it, hand suspended mid-knock as his panicked expression was revealed.

- He'd heard the familiar sound before from Lilith.

- You watched Lucifers red eyes look down at the suitcase, wide eyes recognising his worst fear being confirmed.

- "Oh.." He simply said quietly.

- You felt your own heart aching at his reaction, as if he was expecting it, but forced yourself to continue. "... Yeah." You said hesitantly.

- The silence beat between you two, and you grit your teeth, a hard lump formed in your throat, and you fought against crying.

- Lucifer let out a soft chuckle filled with no kind of happiness, smiling at you with tears streaming down his face. "You know... I really thought this would be different. I.." he trailed off with a loud hiccup. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

- You hummed, fighting to find words to say as you blinked hard.

- "I do love you, Lulu. This. This doesn't change that and I don't think anything will." You said very truthfully, voice shaking.

- Lucifer looked back at you in surprise, hope on his face.

- "But, I also love me too. And I think to love me as well I need to distance myself from this until you're somewhat over.. whatever this is." You gestured to his depression storm of a room and then to his messy, unkempt appearance.

- Lucifer wanted to get you to stay. But he couldn't bring himself to.

- It became obvious in that moment how he'd hurt you in his relapse, and he didn't want to hurt you even more by convincing you to be around him.

- It would be wrong to expect you to be able to support him while he couldn't do the same for you at all.

- He gulped loudly and slowly nodded despite the painful emptiness that he could feel consuming him even more.

- "I'm sorry, (name)." He apologised again, "I..." There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't put it into words.

- Another moment of silence passed as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

- "Just leave." It came out harsh, and he internally screamed at himself to not, but he couldn't stop himself. "Do as she said, and leave before I hurt you anymore." Lucifer's voice trembled, but anger made itself clear regardless.

- His mind raced in a mess of negativity that he just couldn't think clearly through.

- You felt your stomach drop, hurt hitting through you. Part of you wanted to bite back, but you were just exhausted already from this exchange.

- Wordlessly, you turned away from him, knuckles white from where you were clutching your suitcase hard.

- You barely felt in the moment as you made your way to the heavy front door of Lucifer's estate, spirits at rockbottom.

- You hesitated in front of it, thinking you were making a mistake doing this, then remembered the way his tear filled eyes glared at you as if daring you to fulfill his expectations.

- All he could see was Lilith in you. It was like you didn't even exist.

- Click. Thud.

- The loud sound of the door closing and you taking all the warmth you brought to his home with it.

- Lucifer sat down in the doorway of his room, staring blankly ahead, thoughts an absolute mess.

- He laughed, before letting out a loud shuddering sob as he leaned up against the door frame, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face in them.

- "How do I somehow manage to ruin everything good?"

Ow 💀

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer headcanon #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #requests #🦋 anon

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lu-lus-duckies · 2 months

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@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 2

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 2/? / chapter Word count: 1852 / total word count: 3283

Featuring: babygirl anon and @xxx-angie . eventually will feature solis, the oc of @soliac-snecc

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: I am a little drunk while writing the start of this, forgive me for any weird mistakes and stuff. bit of a change to the script, angie will no longer be a villain, but an obstacle and yes. I am currently the only true villain. the font size joke was very much forced in

this chapter is huskers-bar focused

"Ugh... Fuck"

The growly and gruff voice of Huskers echoed throughout the empty room. They winced as they rolled over in bed, accidentally knocking over a pile of empty bottles. The sound of their clinking was giving them a headache. One shattered at the side of the makeshift bed of their small private room-

Which you can only get at voxtek, come and become a part of the family! Voxtek, trust us with your employment and living quarters-

Ugh, they must be hallucinating... They squinted their eyes, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The migrane wasn't helping. Huskers stared at the ceiling, a little more dazed than usual. They tried to recall what happened, but the past few hours were completely wiped from their memory. It must've been one of those days. They look over at the clock.

It'a about time they get to work...

With one groan they get up, dragging their hands on the floor as they reach for their keys and phone. The room still spun a little, but it's not like they had a choice. They headed towards the door, less than ready, and finally left their sanctuary.

"Where the fuck is my cameraman?!" The angry shouting of Val could be heard from behind closed doors. Vox can already hear the glasses breaking and his precious voxtek equipment getting destroyed. The frustration of dealing with that mans temper never stops. Who does he think he is anyway?! Making all these expensive equipment costs money! Precious money! And it doesn't help the fact that he always demands the highest quality cameras too. Besides, why does he need them?! His eyes see in 144p anyway!

It was right at that point when a knife cut through the wooden door and broke yet another piece of expensive furniture. Great. All these were custom made god damn it.

Vox sighed heavily, trying to pinch an imaginary bridge of his nose, before his fingers were met with the flatness of his screen. It was the thought that counts.

"Hey huskers" vox called out with casual annoyance, like he'd rather not be dealing with this right now.

Huskers who had been loading up the latest voxtek equipment paused and turned their attention to Vox. "Yes?" They asked.

"I need you to take over the cameraman duty, our regular isn't showing up on time" Vox explained, already making his way to the door and waving his hand dismissively, muttering something under his breath about killing their regular with a five headed spear later.

Huskers, hurried to put away the box, which they assumed was filled with weird sex toys, and hurried over to Val's door. The knife sticking out of the door was concerning but it wouldn't be the first. Carefully they opened the door, readying themselves to dodge any attack thrown their way. Luckily for them, Val seemed to be distracted with another employee.

"Hi, I'm a stand-in for the cameraman" husk said, sliding over to the cameras sneakily. Val of course noticed and angrily shouted. "Fucking finally! That slut finally sent a bitch. Now chop chop!"

The job of a cameraman was not an easy one, especially when the scene in front of you is ridiculous. Not intentionally of course, but husk had to keep it in if they valued their life. Val didn't seem like the type of person who would take that kind of "disrespect" lightly.

"Oh daddy, please don't stack all those donuts on my penis!" Came the overly sexual and whimpering voice of Angie, who finally had gotten that line down without breaking character. A fish demon groaned, both for the act and because this stupid scene had finally been recorded after attempt number 69, much to everyone's relief. Val was getting antsy and would murder some poor employee any second.

Husk didn't know how angie took any of it seriously, even the sexier scenes. The whole scripted aspect felt very silly and goofy.

They guessed it didn't matter though, their job was finally done and they can fuck off from the studio. Husk would not be missing this place. They got up off their chair and just as they were about to head out, Angie, the one and only, had stopped them with an arm on the shoulder.

"Hey there new kid, pleasure-" he said, moaning out that specific word like a bitch in heat "to be doin buisness with ya" he said, offering two hands to shake husks one. Angie leaned against one of the lamps, nearly knocking it over in the process and started eyeing them up and down. "So, what brings ya to this studio?"

Huskers was visibly a little put off by the directness, but they should've expected as much. Everyday an event just reminds them that they are indeed in hell and that only the worst of the worst live here...

Ah, yes the question. "I'm just a stand-in for whoever was here before" They answered, pointing vaguely at the outside world. "Vox asked me to, and honestly doing camerawork is a much lighter load than what I was doing before"

Angie quirked a brow at this, either confused or not expecting that response. It could've honestly been both. His demeanor changed quickly though. "yeah. say, whatchya doin later?" biting his lip, he wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that would make grown men cum on the spot.

"Drowning down my sorrows with liquor" Huskers deadpanned, not biting at that fruit angel was so provocatively dangling in front of them. A scoff from him was expected. what wasn't expected though, was that the scoff was more amused than offended.

"you remind me of someone. say, how do you feel about redemption?"

"And these are the cockroaches that won't stop breeding! and this is the wall with a record breaking repairs done to it, and here's Angies dildo collection and-"

"babe, we've talked about this, you don't have to show them everything" Vaggie said, patting charlies shoulder hoping to ease or at least slow down the excited vibrating of her dearly beloved.

"Right, right! Sorry!" Charlie was quick to snap out of it, offering a small kiss to the back of Vaggies palm as an appreciative thank you and returning her attention back to Husk.

Husk was very much overwhelmed. All the energy in the room was making their brain sort-circuit and start buffering. They felt like they were under a microscope and being prodded with electric wires and it was... strangely pleasant. "Uh... Yes hi?"

A very mischievous chuckle came from nearby, one very much at a higher pitch of frequency and- Wait, is that the radio demon?

"Pardon my intrusion, but what is that on your wrist?" Alastor the radio demon said, bending his slutty waist to lean down at Husks eye level. "I believe there's a strict 'no voxtek products' policy here. Did you not bother to read the sign?" Alastor pointed his cane over to the whiteboard, which read:

RULES:

no Voxtek

no Vox

Jambalaya every friday

One of those sexy tentacles reached out, unclipping and retrieving the watch. He held it up in the air in front of everyone to see.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as Vaggie swiftly retrieved her spear from behind her back, pointing it menacingly at Husk "Not another one of these idiots" Vaggie growled, now in her defensive position. Angie and Charlie both flew to husk's defense, meanwhile Husk remained frozen in place. This was how they double died wasn't it?

"It's okay guys, they just work at voxtek. They're okay, I would know. They're harmless" Angie used one set of arms to shield husk and the other to gesture for everyone to ease their guard. The tension did die down a little, but that was fine. The tension in the room slowly began to dissipate, but Angie knew that Charlie would soon work her magic and convince everyone to give Husk a chance, as per usual.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"nun get out! I need to take a shit" dickmaster banged on the hotel's currently singular clean bathroom. The force of their knocking was definitely excessive and damaging to their hands, but it got the desperation of the request-no-demand across.

"you said to help answer asks, so I am doing that... in the toilet" Nun yelled through the door, not even bothering to look towards the door, currently blocking access to Dickmasters relief.

"I doubt that" Dickmaster crossed their arms, and legs. Their bladder was about to fucking explode. Just at that moment a ding went off on their phone.

'nunalastor just posted: anonymous asked...'.

huh.

guess they were actually answering asks in there.

"Okay fine but I still need to shit! Do your answering outside!"

"I'll get out after one more ask" Nun chuckled, knowing full well, they weren't about to stop the torment anytime soon.

"Your eyesight is piss poor. I doubt you can even read anything on your phone"

"You'll just have to wait and see~"

And of course, as any normal sane person would do in this situation, Dickmaster decided to start banging on the door until either nun had enough and left or until the door broke and they murdered nun themself.

"I bet your phone's font size is 230%-"

All that banging attracted the attention of Husk, who had been wandering around the room with Angie. They weren't walking together, but their paths were the same.

"What's that noise?"

"Oh that? That's just our marketing team doing their job"

"Sounds like fucking... Are they fucking?"

"HA, doubt it..." there was a pause, both in the speech and in the walk. "Maybe, sex sells afterall" Angie shrugged and continued walking forward.

"seems counterproductive for a place made for rehabilitation..."

Husk couldn't help but be curious. This hotel had turned out to be everything they hadn't expected from Hell. The residents were surprisingly pleasant, and even the staff, though weird as fuck, weren't as unbearable as the other sinners in Hell. Now that they thought about it, Charlie never mentioned a marketing staff. She seemed so excited to share about the hotel and it's people. One would think she wouldn't forget to mention them, right?

unable to resist the curiousity, Husk had to know who they were. They quietly sneaked towards the source of the banging. They rounded the corner and was met with an... Interesting visual. One demon, black eyes with yellow pupils desperately pounding on a door.

Dickmaster paused their relentless banging, a feeling of being watched washing over them. Their head snapped immediately in Husk's direction, locking eyes with them. Their expression displayed emotional as well as physical constipation.

Husk froze, their body stiffening like a board. Had they interrupted something? Should they make a break for it? The state of being caught in such an awkward situation was undeniably terrifying. With a rigid and awkward wave, Husk managed an awkward smile. And then they realised-

"Are you nunalastor? You look just like your profile picture"

FUCK, they're going to get accused of being a stalker.

#stopping the fic here because I am actually going insane #and yes #I got a bit lazy at the end #nunwhiskers #huskers bar x nunalastor #huskers-bar x nunalastor

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readychilledwine · 6 months

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The Conjuring

Summary - You knew heading into the woods with Lucien this late would be a mistake, you two just did not realize how big of one.

Warnings - mentions of blood, verbal and physical abuse/attacks, poisoning, forced shadow and trauma work

A/N - The devil works hard. A writer behind schedule works harder. Or cries. Or both. I changed this one a lot. It was originally just a very spooky haunted house that led to the reader being forever trapped there. One - hated the angsty ending Two - This idea came, and I was like, "Huh... yeah." It's a little less Lucien x reader expressed as romantically as I normally do with couple pairings, but once you read along, I think you'll all see why Lulu in reader's.... state was less important than who shows up. I tried to turn this concept into a deeper meaning, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do 💜

**italicized text indicates the reader's state of mind instead of reality**

You and Lucien stared at the ran down cabin. You both could feel something from it, but you were not sure what.

"Let's just go back, Lu." You tried taking his hand and pulling him.

"Y/n, it's a 45-minute walk, it is storming outside, and, in case you haven't noticed, you are still bleeding from the Naga attack. We need to treat it immediately."

Lucien pulled you toward the cabin, pushing the door open and pausing as the scent of dust and damp hit you both. "This place has been empty for years," you whispered.

Lucien just nodded, searching for anything he could use to start a fire. "I have explored these woods for years now and never found this place before," the admission was filled with doubt. He paused as he removed a dusty trap, finding a stack of wood underneath it. "Odd."

You sat on the floor, blood loss finally causing lightheadedness to set in, "Lu-"

Lucien set you on the table, panicking as he checked over the stomach and leg wound.

Tamlin moved to his side, placing a hand over your forehead. "She's burning up. What the hell happened out there?"

Lucien shook his head, pulling medical supplies out of the cabinets. "Rhysand and fucking Naga. The blight sent them. We were caught off guard."

Lucien carried you to the couch, laying you back. "You're really pretty, you know that? I don't miss that damned mask at all. It hid your cheekbones."

He shook his head, blushing slightly and ignoring the compliment despite the small smile that formed. "Poison must be setting in, my lady."

You shook your head as he put a paste on your leg. You found yourself staring towards the corner of the room, eyes locked on a shadowy figure there. You blinked quickly, hoping to clear the brain fog where it once stood and found the corner empty.

Lucien followed your gaze. "There's nothing there, lovely. I promise."

And he was right, because she was now standing over you.

Tamlin held your shoulders down, "Lucien," he growled out. His nose was bleeding from a well placed palm strike that had come from a screaming fit before you started thrashing.

Feyre was now there too, holding your legs as still as she could with her human strength.

"I do not understand. This should be working." Lucien looked at the medical paste again, smelling it. "I grabbed the right one. It should be drawing the poison out."

Her black eyes were soulless, staring into yours as she smirked over you. Long stringy black hair fell to near her hips. Her grayed skin was hallowed, as if she had been dead for years. "You will not leave this cabin alive, y/n," her hand went over your mouth, preventing you from screaming while Lucien tended to the fire he had started. "Do not bother. He will not be here much longer." Her voice was cold, eerie, and cracking, as if she had not spoken for years, for a lifetime.

Lucien came back to you just as she disappeared. He paused, "Did you have 3 scratch marks on your cheek this whole time?" He turned your chin gently, checking over the marking. "That is not from a Naga. Do you remember when that happened?"

"No," you liked with a shaking breath. "Are you sure we can not just go back?"

Lucien looked towards the window where the storm had increased. Lightning was striking frequently, the winds were howling, bending anything that it could in its path, and rain was pouring down as if someone had conjured the ocean into the skies.

He turned back towards you. "I am sorry, y/n. I know you would prefer our bed."

You just nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. "I do not think we are alone here, Lucien."

"I know, " the heir sighed heavily. "Just ignore it, lovely." He began, healing the wound on your leg. "When I was little, my mother used to-" Lucien paused, looking towards the doorway. "Yeah. We need to leave."

Lucien moved to help you stand, supporting you by the waist as he went to the door. He grabbed the handle and quickly ripped his hand back, hissing in pain. "We are fucking trapped," he said shaking his hand.

You felt a hand, brush your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck to a grip that felt like ice itself was on your skin. "Mainly just you," that dark feminine voice purred.

Alys switched the rag on your forehead to a cooler one as she helped hold your upper body still. You were whispering to yourself, muttering in a language spoken only in the Night Court.

Feyre had switched places with Tamlin, the High Lord now holding your legs down as Lucien used ointment after ointment hoping to stop the poison from spreading. She moved your hair with a shaking hand, tucking it behind your pointed ear. "Is there a specific poison they could have used?"

Tamlin sighed. "The only thing I can think of, Rhysand would not have risked exposing her to. He may not be thrilled about the bond between her and Lucien, but he would not risk her."

Lucien suddenly paused. "Tam, she dealt with the Naga. I was dealing with him. He did not even know she was out there until we heard her scream."

The High lord closed his eyes, hanging his head. "Did he say anything to you? Mention anything?"

You were on the ground, fighting something you knew was not fae, screaming for Lucien, who had disappeared into thin air.

You tugged the bond constantly, praying for an answer as this being's cold hand and sharp nails scratched and choked you.

You finally managed to kick her off. You scrambled to your feet, running to the kitchen area and grabbing the backdoor pounding on it as the handle disappeared before running to the hall.

Each door you approached slammed as you neared it, shaking the beaten down shelter.

Only one remained open. A door with a staircase leading down into further blackness into further cold. You took the chance, running down those stairs as an angry scream froze your blood.

Feyre helped Tamlin stand. "Nice kick," he muttered angrily. "Think Lucien did he say anything to you after hearing her scream. Was there anything near her body?"

You had begun fighting again, trying to get up despite your mate holding the bond tight after each tug and whispering gently in your ear.

Lucien squeezed his eyes shut, rattling his brain for anything Rhysand may have said. "There was a bottle next to her, it had a dark brownish black liquid in it, but not even for me to even try to identify it. Rhysand did not follow me to her, an attor had shown up."

"Hemlock poison potion," Alys began looking through the room. "I do not believe we have an antidote anymore." She continued searching the cabinets.

Y/n, a familiar voice purred into your mind, come to me.

You followed it through the dark, jumping at every footstep, every scurrying rat, every creak from the wind. You could barely see, you could reach into your powers, you couldn't feel the bind anymore.

"Y/n," the male voice called again, spoken this time, "You have to come to me. Faster, little moonbeam." You followed the echoing voice, picking up your speed as you moved, and it grew closer.

You ran into a cold body, faelights suddenly appearing. "Run, y/n. Run!" His voice was yelling for you now. No longer gentle or kind.

But you were paralyzed there, staring into lifeless deep blue eyes flecked with starlight.

You felt your breath hitching as you looked up at the male, the male whose throat was slit to the bone. The male whose hands were the first to cause you harm. The tall fae male grabbed your upper arms, slamming you against the wall.

Suddenly, the dark-haired female appeared, her skin suddenly clearer, her eyes now that same shade. Realization hit you slowly. She was you. The you that this male had trained you to be. The pretty little trophy weapon he could use to kill anything in his path.

"Such a disappointment," the drawing purr said. "Selling your soul to the 7th in line. Selling your heart to a banished traitor with no station. You should be ashamed and embarrassed. "

That softer deep voice came again, "Y/n, darling, run! Find me. Run!"

You had taken off, attacking Tamlin and Lucien with those last few drops of magic before running into the dark woods.

Tamlin had shifted, also lending the power to Lucien so he could help search for you by smell.

It was raining heavily still, the trees were creaking loudly with the wind. Tamlin paused, catching the familiar faint scent of citrus and sea that had mixed with a florally musk. Lucien caught it, too, following it instantly.

He shifted back to his fae form, eyes locked on the ripped fabric soaked in your blood. He put it near Tamlin, and the High lord sniffed it, locking in on your scent instead of Rhysand's.

Lavender and rain, they both kept saying to themselves. Lavender and rain.

"Help me," you gripped the soft black lapels of a jacket. "Please help me."

Warm hands pulled you tight into a tattooed chest. His body was warm, despite his poor health, and you snuggled into it. "Help me." You pleaded again.

"You know what you were exposed to. You know what you have to do before the antidote will actually work. I will be right here, little moonbeam." Rhysand tilted your face up to look at him, wiping the heavy tears from your cheeks. "You have to face him and the ghost of who you believe you were meant to be."

You shook your hand, "I'm scared."

"We all are when we are faced with our ghosts, dear sister. We are all just haunted houses until a blessing brings us to light. You are yours." Rhysand kissed your forehead. "I will be right here. Right behind you. Lucien is almost with your physical body. I'll stay until with him and you it's safe to give you the cure."

He turned you back to the doorway where your Father stood leaning now. "Ah, there you are, little failure." He stalked towards you. "Does it haunt you every night? Does it haunt you that you prevented me from saving your mother, your sister?"

Rhys squeezed your upper arms as the house creaked with the turn of your emotions, further proving his statement that this damp, broken, and haunted cabin was your mind. Further proving you were the only one who could save you from this. "I had nothing to do with your choice to stay."

He scoffed loudly. "Didn't you?" He moved towards you, grabbing you from Rhysand and gripping your arms so tightly his permanently taloned nails dug into them, "did you not earn that beating?"

You shook your head, Rhysand's hand reaching yours in support. "I had done nothing wrong."

The female was in the room again, looking towards your father in absolute terror. She was looking at him the way you always had. Like he was a demon conjured from magic, a witch had ripped from the Dark Mother herself.

Lucien slid next to you and Rhysand, cradling your head into his lap. "What is happening?"

Rhysand's jaw twitched. "Amarantha evidently gave her beasts Hemlock Poison Potion. She's trapped in the darkest parts of her own mind." His eyes were distant. "Keep talking to her, Little Lucien. She needs us."

Tamlin appeared in the clearing shifting to his human form, "Do you have an antidote?" Rhys shook his head. "What can we do?"

"Be here. All we can do is be here."

"It was your job to protect me," your voice broke as another piece of the female behind him shattered. "You were supposed to love, shelter, and protect me, and you wanted to turn me into a monster."

Your father smirked, leaning into you with a breath that smelt of earth, death, and decay, "You are a monster, my little failure." His claw-like nails scratched your cheek as he moved your hair. "You will always be a monster, a failure, a disappointment."

"I am none of those things," the female behind him gripped her chest, falling to her knees. "I am intelligent, cunning, charming, and kind." You watched as the female's breath became irradic and pointed to her, "That creature is not and has not even been me. Regardless of the beatings and cruel words, you did not turn me into her. Your failure is standing behind you, and it was made by no one but you." You watched as she leaned her hands to the ground, whispering tp herself as she began to turn into obsidian mist.

"I will not allow you to beat me mentally anymore. You are in a grave, Father. You should stay in it." His face fell as he stepped back, and Rhysand stepped between you two. "I am not yours anymore. Leave."

Your brother shielded you from the burning light. Before turning to you. "You just have to wake up now, little moonbeam."

You shook your head, hugging him tightly. "But you'll be gone."

He leaned in, kissing your forehead. "Evidently this is the final piece, actually." He then placed a hand on your ribcage, "I'm right here. All of us are right here. Cass, Az, Amren, Mor. You finding your mate in Lucien never changed that, and some day we will all be together again. I promise, sister. I will bring you home."

You shot awake, holding your hands to your chest as you sobbed heavily. Lucien pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth as he threw a potion bottle to the ground, allowing the liquid to disappear into a shimmering white Mist. "Lu-"

"Shhhh," he stroked your soaking hair. "It's okay, y/n. It was just a bad dream."

"It felt so real," you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I was so scared."

Tamlin knelt down next to you, placing a hand on your back to comfort you along with your mate. Lucien kissed you softly, "You are safe. You are loved. You are protected. It was just a dream."

"Just a dream," you said back. Staring towards where a black jacketed male leaned against a tree. His unhealthily pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Just a dream," him and Tamlin confirmed.

#acotar #acotar x reader #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #halloweenfics2023

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bookish-black-girl · 9 months

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a slightly unhinged review of Loveboat Reunion by Abigail Hing Wen

First, I'd like to start off this review with an apology. I truly adored Loveboat, Taipei, love me some Rick x Ever, and have posted my thoughts on that book in my other bookish haunts. So moving on to Loveboat Reunion was originally painful BECAUSE I had a one-sided beef with characters Sophie and Xavier (the former for making me love her and then the god-awful shit she did to Ever in pursuit of a boy, and the latter for being generally annoying + getting in the way of Rick and Ever being a proper couple skfhJhdfj)

So I bought LR during its release month, got through maybe the first chapter, and then said "Nope, can't do it" and proceeded to let the book decorate my shelf.

Fast forward to me trying to tackle my physical unreads, and with the last book in this series releasing this November, I went ahead and requested the audiobook from the library so at least I could listen at work.

Welp. Now for the apology part. I take back 98% of what I said and thought about Xavier and Sophie. I have never, ever hated, then been so stressed out and then been so invested in a YA book pairing as individuals and as a couple. Like....I went from dreading this reading experience TO GIVING IT A FULL 5 STARS AND MY BLESSING!!!

So...why did I give it 5 stars?? On with the review:

LR takes place just after the events of LT, and we quickly find out that Sophie plans to conquer Dartmouth while Xavier will be stuck repeating high school in order to get his inheritance, as spelled out by his strict and abusive father.

Sophie - She's extremely committed to making her own money and her own future, buoyed and cheered on by best friend Ever, and clearly and wholly repentant of the damage and drama she caused during her time on Loveboat. I loved her for that. Like, it did not take me long at all to fall back in love with her--a process expedited when she starts her classes and 1) has to find a job and starts putting her all into that and 2) the nonsense that is being a #WomanInStem and trying to get off the waitlist for a class she needs. Not to mention...she's still got her heartstrings attached to Xavier all while swearing off boys and trying to hold herself to that.

Xavier - Oh God, where do I even start with this guy?!? Both Sophie and Xavier's situations had me stressed the fuck out, but it was Dark Days Ahead™️ for Xavier. He's still dealing (or not dealing??) with his dyslexia, fighting to get from beneath his father's thumb and the Yeh Family's Legacy, fighting to get his inheritance with the ultimatum that he has to redo and graduate from his last year of high school, and ugh....just...the leftover grief from his mom's death years prior, and the amount of ableism, abuse, and self-gaslighting he dealt with?? All of this forced me to see him in a different light and to come to terms with how his environment shaped him into the person he is.

Now, the part where the stress began to leave my body and I became completely invested in the stakes for Sophie and Xavier aligns with the chapters that lead up to and detailed the moon festival weekend. Bullet points below to continue why this book has me in a chokehold:

The strength and the tenacity of the Yeh women and their support and love for Xavier (that last part concerns his great-aunts, but I really was in awe with all of Xavier's female family members and just as incensed as his cousin Lulu that they live in the shadows compared to the male family members.)

Second chance romance. I really like this trope but I just don't read it very often. So to see it done and done WELL in a YA Romance book of all places?!?! It just...set something at ease in my soul. Words fail me right now, but seeing the maturity and growth from both Xavier and Sophie, and watching them repair their friendship, make it strong, only to discover individually that it's not enough?? I WAS LIVINGGGGGGG (I've never rooted as hard for two people to end up together in recent memory as I did for Xavier and Sophie)

Another thing about romance/YA romance for me: in recent time I've gotten annoyed, bored, or stayed neutral with the double POV when it comes to the guy/male hero. Usually I tolerate them and find myself mostly invested in the heroine. And many times its not the fault of the writing or the plot, but me. I just can't be bothered to care the way I should. However, Abigail Hing Wen must be given her flowers immediately because she not only got me to care, she got me to fumble through a review no one will be bothered to read BECAUSE I HAD TO WRITE THESE THOUGHTS DOWN!!!

And now, some closing thoughts...

It's still so wild to me that the two characters I previously couldn't stand got their own book and I rated said book higher than the previous one in the series. And I JUST did a reread of LT this year!!! So everything is very fresh in my mind!!!

I adore how Sophie and Xavier literally were so supportive and present for one another, as friends and eventually as a reunited couple. Each saw the good, no, the best in the other, and made it a point to make the other see it and believe it. I have so many quotes from this book saved, but the issue is the scenes are pages instead of my usual 1-2 sentences or even at max, a paragraph!! (I didn't even bother trying to type it all out into my Storygraph notes, so I guess the most precious lines--pages--will just be between me and God lol.)

Lastly, I know that this is on Xavier and his healing journey and forgiveness being for nobody but himself, but as a reader, I do not forgive his Ba. Even if what he did was to protect Xavier and to serve his son's best interests, the decisions his Ba made won't ever sit right with me. To belittle your son, to physically and emotionally cause him harm, to use the memory of his mother to chastise him, to make him feel lower than dirt because his mind literally works differently than the 'norm'...it angers me.

I'm glad that Xavier chooses a path of love and forgiveness with his father in the end, but I truly believe his father wasn't deserving of any of that, and needs to put in the work to gain that back from his son.

ANYHOO that's my review!!

#blaire reads loveboat reunion #abigail hing wen #bookish talks #loveboat reunion #loveboat taipei #spoilers #tw: typos and grammar mistakes

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For the writing meme; 7 and 8!

7. Prose:

From Coming Home (Hitman)

He saw the evidence of her hand skillfully at play whenever he read the newspaper or caught a glimpse of the news on television. Powerful empires of the elite were toppling like a child's block tower carelessly knocked aside. Dangerous secrets greedily held for generations rendered nothing more than public gossip.

I like this description because of the effectiveness of the contrasts there. Comparing what's happening to a kid knocking over a toy and public gossip, I feel, makes Diana's accomplishments that much more impressive, because she makes it look easy, and the results are so devastating for those who worked hard at keeping these systems in place, making them look incompetent in comparison. At least, I hope that's what comes across! 8. Dialogue:

Choosing a bit of a longer passage here just to get the full context. From A Reason to Stay (Final Fantasy X)

“You've been here before,” she stated simply.

He did not reply, but she sensed his acknowledgment of her words.

“You wish to know what lies ahead,” he finally surmised.

“If you would speak of it, then yes,” she ventured softly. “I understand why you haven't...”

He turned his head, his face mostly shrouded by his high collar and glasses, though she caught the gleam in his one good eye as he regarded her.

“And yet, still, you ask this of me,” he mused. It was not an accusation, as such – simply an observation.

Lulu dropped her gaze, willing herself not to be intimidated by him. There were few who could manage such a feat, but Auron was definitely one of them.

“The choice is yours, Sir Auron,” she stressed. “We want the same thing – for Yuna's pilgrimage to succeed. If you feel that keeping this information to yourself is the wisest choice, then I will let the matter rest.”

He now turned fully, his gaze sweeping across her as if taking her measure. From any other man, she would have interpreted the gesture as leering, but Auron was too respectful to ogle her so openly. Despite herself, she felt a slight shiver at the thought, as if she would have wanted him to look at her in that way.

“Since it's you asking, I will tell you,” he answered, a hint of a smile in his voice.

What did that mean, she wondered?

“Should I feel honored at such special treatment?” she couldn't help but tease, arching her brow delicately.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, and the moment of levity broke the oppressive tension of the topic at hand.

Auron took a step closer to her, and Lulu's pulse quickened in response.

“Of everyone in the group, I believe that you can handle the truth,” he answered in a soft murmur.

She held his gaze, forcing herself to meet his intensity eye to eye. What had happened to her composure, that a simple glance from this man could make her feel this way? She hoped her expression did not betray her inner turmoil, and that her mask of serenity remained in place.

“I can handle most things that come my way,” she insisted dryly.

Auron smirked. “So I've noticed,” he offered.

Coming from him, she took that as a compliment.

These two don't say much (especially Auron), so being able to interpret a conversation between them is challenging at best. I'm quite happy with both their voices here, and I feel like this interaction is true to character; not wasting words but also maintaining a certain tendency towards being cryptic, being mature and respectful of one another but also allowing themselves the barest hint of teasing. They're both so fascinating to write, and with this being my first fic for them, I'm quite proud of the result.

#ask game #writing ask #hitman #final fantasy x #wingsyouburn #postal ninja fanfic

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iswmuomwnfictive · 1 year

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Juneau x Lulu (takes place during Juneau's first discipline room)

Wordcount: 1k

Tags: girl/girl, girldick, feelings, hints of obsession, and it's porn so if you don't like don't read

Cesar had watched them for a time, taking in the results of the aphrodisiac he had given them both, but eventually had grown bored and decided to leave Lulu and Juneau alone in the dungeon to 'go at it.'

And they did, for a long time. But eventually the effects of the aphrodisiac began to fade, and Lulu began to wilt with her enthusiasm.

"Juneau... I'm tired..." Sagging down against the floor, only the general's hands allowed her hips to stay up as her strength left her. "And I'm sore… Do you think Master Cesar will let us go soon?"

Maybe it was an unfair question; after all, they were currently in Juneau's holding cell. Lulu had been let in, and it was highly likely that she would eventually be let out...but that privilege wasn't guaranteed for the former general.

As insensitive as the comment might have been, Juneau barely seemed to notice. Instead she kept staring at Lulu's back, eyes still glazed over with a thin sheen of lust.

"Princess...I don't want this to be over yet..." She punctuated the quiet statement with a slow roll of her hips, drawing a tired (but not unhappy) groan from Lulu at the friction against her aching walls.

When they were first pushed together, given drugged food and then crowded into the same cell, Juneau had been resistant. That resistance had lessened as they'd drawn orgasm after orgasm from each other, and while shame still seemed to dampen the woman's enthusiasm there was at least no more pretending at rejection.

After all, you could only cry a woman's name so many times before denial held no meaning.

Biting her lip, Lulu's attention once again drifted to the semi-hard cock inside her. "Mmnn... okay." In truth, the ache wasn't exactly unpleasant. Neither was the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, though they made active participation a little difficult.

Craning her neck to peek over her shoulder, Lulu did her best to meet Juneau's eye. "I want to switch positions, Juneau. Lift me up?"

"O-of course, princess."

Juneau began to reach down to Lulu before hesitating, as if nervous to touch her this way. It was a bit silly, to falter here after handling her in so many ways that were far more obscene, but Lulu was still her princess. The majority of their earlier lust had cleared, and even if the fixation lingered Juneau's mind was clear enough to be nervous now that they were communicating more openly.

But after a few moments she reached forward and grasped Lulu under the arms, hoisting her upward until the girl's back was pressed against the general's chest. Immediately her cock sunk a little deeper in, Lulu mewling as she felt Juneau press further inside than she had before.

"So...deep...!" Juneau threw her head back, heavy hair so slick with sweat it temporarily stuck to her back and shoulders before fluttering behind her. Lulu arched her spine as her head craned back as well, golden hair pooling against Juneau's shoulder as the princess felt her general's quickly stiffening cock twitch within her.

"I'm more than a hole, Juneau..." Taking the general's hand, Princess Lulu slowly guided it to her breast before repeating the motion with Juneau's other hand. "Won't you pay attention to the other parts of me?"

Juneau had never thought about whether she could be attracted to women before. It wasn't viable to think of her attraction to anyone—not while she had been keeping the truth of her body a secret—but it had felt obvious that the people attracted to her would be men. That, therefore, was the form of lust she'd been forced to confront, and any other feelings within her remained unexamined.

Now she was quite literally examining a woman's body, cupping soft breasts in her hand and feeling the hardened nubs of Lulu's nipples between her fingers. Continuing to support her with one hand on her chest, Juneau allowed the other to trail down Lulu's ribs, over her stomach, and eventually trace the line of her hip bones.

Lulu shuddered gently at the touch, sighing happily. "Mmm…don't let me fall, okay?"

"Of course. I…" The usual promise of 'I will protect you' got caught on her tongue, too out of place for the impossible situation they found themselves in. Instead of finishing Juneau chose to tighten her embrace, holding Lulu closer as she rocked her hips up into the girl's addictive warmth.

Lulu closed her tired eyes, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks as she soaked in the feeling of their new position. Her voice was light and airy as she sighed out praise: "Just like that…"

Juneau ducked her face into the top of Lulu's head, the crown that usually sat there having long since fallen off. Now Juneau was free to bury her nose into the blonde hair there, pressing her lips against the girl's scalp as she breathed in the scent of their sex.

How long had they been at this now? How much longer would Juneau have to hold her, before rationality returned and they would finally let each other go?

Heaving out a ragged breath, Juneau pistined her hips a little faster, anxious energy rendering her pace erratic. She wanted to live in this moment longer…if only Juneau had spent more time touching her, turned her around, memorized every bend and curve of her body so it could all be perfectly replicated in memory.

Juneau wondered what Lulu tasted like, what it would feel like to press her lips against the princess's skin. How would the pink nubs currently twisting in her fingers feel against her tongue? What was her mouth like? What sounds would she make if Juneau nipped at the lips between her thighs?

But the clock was ticking down on how long they could draw this out, and Juneau knew it was already too late to learn those things. This would be the last time their bodies met tonight, and she hated the regret that pierced through her when she thought it might be their last time period.

She should have been regretting violating her princess at all, but instead she couldn't help but despair at every missed opportunity. It felt so incredible inside Lulu…her body was so small and supple, so easy to hold.

She hadn't gotten her fill yet. Maybe she never would.

"Juneau, I'm close…Juneau, Juneauuu…!"

Picking up the pace, Juneau closed her eyes and let herself block out everything other than the feeling of Lulu's tightening heat. Convulsions tightened the muscles there and had them quivering around Juneau's length, clamping down one last time with the princess's sweet cry.

And as Juneau let herself get lost in the feeling, and lost herself in her own orgasm, she silently hoped she wouldn’t be found.

#TenkafuMA!#TKFM #天下布魔 #fanfic #fanfiction #Juneau TenkafuMA #Princess Lulu #General Juneau #Lulu TenkafuMA #Juneau x Lulu

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libraryleopard · 1 year

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oh baby you know what time is it (time to go listen to i’m your man by wham! while thinking about samberto)

#my sambeto knowledge is entirely from 90s x-force to be clear #i should probably go read hickman's stuff with them though #lulu speaks #lulu reads comics #lulu talks xmen #lulu reads marvel comics #marvel comics #marvel #xmen

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favoniuscodex · 2 years

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uhhh here's a diluc x f!reader fic utc, read it if u want,,, ambiguous relationship w diluc fill it in how u want idc im not posting this in tags but if u have feedback that is appreciated bc i initially stopped writing due 2 lack of feedback <3

"ah, master diluc, you're always such a bore," you whine, legs draped over the side of dawn winery's least used armchair. your lips are curled coquettishly, like a water-warped playing card whose painting of a nondescript royal deformed years ago. "you could at least offer me a drink while i'm here."

"must i remind you once more that you were not invited?"

his voice was once sandpaper, but even the fine grains of the coarse surface lose their edge over time, wearing down into fatigued flatness. you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his unenthusiastic tone.

"you act like you've seen it all, diluc, yet you're still so young."

the young master looks down at you, flickering candlelight reflecting in his garnet irises. you meet his gaze inquisitively, chin raising slightly as you meet his wordless challenge of authority, as if he was the one intruding in your home and not the other way around.

"i have seen enough of you to know that you'll only leave when you desire to," diluc is deadpan.

in the dim lighting, you swear you see his shoulders sag.

"(y/n), why are you really here?" he asks.

"i miss you, lulu."

his jaw clenches. "don't lie."

"me? a liar? in this economy?" you tease, placing a hand over your deeply wounded heart at diluc's accusatory tone. his lips don't budge, refusing to be an audience to your theatrics. "fine, fine. i'm here for your delusion. heard it through the grapevine that you had one."

"is that all?" he asks, finally tearing his gaze over to you. he looks over at his armoire, yet you still know after all this time exactly how to read him. you refuse to take the bait, knowing that his delusion is locked up far more securely.

you purse your lips. "you're not handing it over, are you? i'll fight you for it."

"you don't have it in you to raise your blade against me."

diluc's voice wavers in its final syllable. he covers it up by clearing his throat, gloved hand clenching as he politely lifts it to cover his mouth. your cheshire grin drops as you stare at him coolly.

"you don't have as much faith in me as you used to, huh?" you say, swinging your legs back into a proper sitting position. "i'm hurt, lulu, i thought we had something special, y'know?"

diluc's gaze finally returns to you, a glower forming on his expression as you stand up, meeting his distaste with a saccharine salve of a smile. it fails to placate him. you reach out to adjust the collar of his shirt, but diluc's hand snatches your wrist in the leather of his glove before you can make contact with the silken material.

"don't play games with me, (y/n)."

you withdraw your hand as he drops it, electing to smooth out the material of your pants in the wake of his rejection as your hand returns to place.

"and if i wasn't wishing to toy with your heart? is it so odd to believe that i may be sincere underneath it all?" you ask with a lilt of innocence that the two of you both know you lack.

"celestia would freeze over before that happens," diluc states and you giggle.

"always one for such brazen statements," you say. "you're far better with declarations of love. i suppose i'll have to try to get you to say one to me again."

"don't count on it." he says, before stepping to the side and gesturing to the door. "i'm sure you still remember your way out."

"and if i need a handsome gentleman to guide me out?"

"i'm sure elzer is around here somewhere."

you grin at him once more and diluc averts his gaze from you. "see? this is how i know you don't hate me. i'm quite a lucky girl."

"what?" diluc asks, genuine confusion in his voice.

"if you really hated me, you would have forced me out by now. but you don't view me as a threat to raise the suggestion of violence. you also don't dislike me, because you're bantering with me."

"i am not bantering with you."

"then what is it, doll?" you ask with a tilt of your head. "small talk? you don't enjoy that either."

he glares at you, yet the cracks in his façade fill with tints of blush hues that begin to dot his cheeks.

"i'll take my leave," you take a step past him, before pausing to look over at him. "but diluc?"

you take his silence as an invitation to continue.

"maybe i miss the weight of the engagement band on my ring finger."

you don't look at him as you speak your solemn words and exit the door with your head held high.

diluc doesn't chase you. he knows better than to fall into your trap. instead, he prepares for you to return to him.

the both of you know that you will one day, whether you like it or not.

#axia screams into the void

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buckyodinson · 3 years

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Trust (Part 2)

Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Summary: After Zemo’s little chat with the local children, you have your own chat with them.

Word Count: 500~

Warnings: none!

A/N: thanks anon for requesting! I had fun with this one! While there isn’t actually any reader and Zemo interaction in this, I still think it’s pretty cute! :)

Find Part 1 here!

It was your turn to scout the area around the safe house, make sure nothing was amiss.

As you were walking around, you came across the group of children who Zemo had given the Turkish Delights to earlier. A few of them turned to look at you, and you couldn’t help but smile at them as you walked past.

The girl who spoke to Zemo started waving at you, and when you raised your hand to wave back, you realised she wasn’t waving, but beckoning you over. Strange.

In reality, you probably shouldn’t have gone over. Yes, they were only children, but this could be some elaborate plot from the Flag Smashers to use you as leverage to lure the boys. Or in the brief time you spent with the children, you could miss something important that would suggest someone was making for the safe house.

But curiosity got the better of you. Perhaps this has something to do with Zemo. Before you know it, you’re walking towards the group of children, all of whom are smiling at each other, and some giggling.

“Hi! Are you guys okay?” You smile and sit on the little stool the children gesture at.

“Yes.” The girl beams.

“Is there anything I can help you with? I hope it’s not sweets, I’m afraid I’m not the one in charge of them!” You scrunch your face up a little.

“Can we tell you a secret?” She gives you a skeptical look.

“Well of course, I am an excellent secret keeper!” You say enthusiastically, and all the children giggle and move closer around you.

“The man who gave us the sweets earlier, he told us something about you.” She says almost conspiratorially, as all the children lean in.

You eyes widened in panic, thinking Zemo had set you up, but the girl continued.

“He said we could trust you. And that you’re lovely.” Your features softened at the admission.

Another younger girl piped up, “And that you’re smart!” You smile at that.

Then a boy spoke up quietly, “And he said that you were beautiful...”

That one shocked you. You raised your eyebrows and the children laughed.

“Was he joking?” You were in disbelief. You really were.

“I don’t think so.” The first girl spoke again, “He told us to keep it a secret from you.”

You smirked, “Well, you haven’t done a very good job of that, have you?”, earning a laugh from the children.

“Well, thank you for breaking your promise with my friend.” You winked at the children as you stood up. You put your hands in your pockets and fished out some money to give the children, “Go get yourself some more Turkish Delights!”

The children all circled you and hugged you, laughing as they almost knocked you over from the force of the hug. They pulled back and all started to run away, with one of the kids giving you a thumbs up as he ran, which you returned.

You couldn’t hide your smile as you carried on with your sweep of the area, wondering to yourself about Zemo as you walked.

Find part 3 here!

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(tumblr won’t let me tag some of you for some reason, maybe check your visibility settings - I’ll keep trying!!)

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i don’t even know you anymore pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

a/n: a lot of people wanted a part 2 so here it is!! some hawk redemption :)))

warnings: a bit of swearing, mentions of violence maybe

summary: after your bad breakup with hawk, he wants a second chance

word count: 1,547

It’s been months after you and Hawk split, and you could confidently say that you’ve moved on.

It wasn’t easy; his group kept ruthlessly attacking your friends. It was like he wanted to make your life a living hell.

After that horrible fight at Golf N Stuff, watching Demetri’s arm get broken compelled you to join Miyagi Do. You never wanted to feel helpless again when your friends are in trouble.

Karate helped you move on. You became confident with yourself and instead of focusing on your break up, your mind was on self improvement. Seeing Hawk stoop down to his lowest level also helped; you wanted to be better than him.

“What... the hell?” you gasped.

As your friends arrived at your lunch table, they looked like they got trampled by a zoo. They almost looked unrecognizable with the amount of bruises and cuts decorating their faces.

Sitting down painfully, Sam said, “It’s a bit of a long story.”

“Well tell me! What happened last night, you guys look insane! Are you okay?” you exclaimed, worried and protective about your friends. They all looked so worn down, not meeting your eyes.

Last night, Miguel and Sam were planning on inviting both Miyagi Do and Eagle Fang over to “combine forces” against Cobra Kai. But you felt sick, so you couldn’t make it.

Your mouth fell slightly open as another person came up to the table.

Him.

What is he doing here?

No one was answering you, but you couldn’t blame them, they probably had the worst night.

Ignoring Hawk’s gaze on you, you got up from your seat and walked around the table to Miguel. You grabbed his arm and he winced. “Sorry,” you apologized, leading him out of the cafeteria into the hallway.

“Miguel can you just tell me what happened last night, who did this to you? And why is he here? I couldn’t make it one time and this happened, god, you couldn’t have texted me or someth-”

“Y/N, Y/N please calm down,” Miguel placed his hands on your shoulders, and it was only then you realized how hard you were breathing.

“Look at you. Look at everyone,” you felt your eyes tearing up. You were angry and frustrated, at yourself for not being there. Maybe you couldn’t have done much, but you still could’ve helped.

“Hey, I’m okay, alright? Everyone’s fine, just relax,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “Cobra Kai came last night.”

“What? To Sam’s house? How did they even-”

Miguel cut you off before you could ramble again, “I don’t know. But they showed up and it was like the school fight part two. Don’t worry though, they look pretty bad too. And we won,” he smiled.

“So why is... he... with us?” You looked over his shoulder through the cafeteria entrance where Hawk sit awkwardly with your friends, looking out of place.

“He helped us Y/N. I know things between you guys didn’t go down so well but I do believe he wants to change,” Miguel explained.

You tried to imagine Hawk fighting alongside Sam and Demetri, but it felt wrong. He’s done too much damage and you don’t think you can forgive him for any of it. How could they forgive him?

“Look, I lost Eli to Hawk too. I was friends with both of them. So I know that he’s being genuine. He wants to be better,” Miguel tried to convince you, leading you back to the cafeteria with him. “He also still cares about you, Y/N. I think you were the main reason he left Cobra Kai.”

You didn’t say anything, you just pondered on his words.

Could that be true? Hawk still cares about you? Then why did he put you through all this? Why now would he leave Cobra Kai for you when you aren’t even together?

You sat back down at the table, head hurting from all the questions you want the answer to.

There he was, sitting across from you. The only one who could really give you the answers. But you acted like he wasn’t there.

The first practice with Miyagi Do, Eagle Fang, and a tiny bit of Cobra Kai had just been dismissed. It ended early because it started raining, and you were all outside.

It went well. It definitely felt good to have a full team and that one less rivalry was gone.

But there was still a lot of awkward tension between you and Hawk. You guys had carefully avoided each other; you were never less than 5 feet apart and when you accidentally made eye contact, you both looked away in a millesecond.

You said goodbye to your friends, putting up your hood over your head to prepare for your wet walk home.

You didn’t mind the rain, you actually loved it. But despite the Valley being known for its good weather, the winters were still harsh and frigid.

You hugged yourself with your arms as shivers shook your body. The sound of a car pulling up made you turn around; your first thought being that someone might kidnap you.

But the red car was familiar and you refrained from running away. The window was rolled down and Hawk’s face was revealed. “Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m walking home,” you say bluntly, and start continuing your walk. His car follows beside you, matching your pace.

“It’s cold as shit. Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Hawk offered.

“No thanks,” you said, not even looking at him.

As you quickened your stride, you heard his car engine turn off and his door open then shut.

He caught up to you, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking. “Get in the car,” he demanded, and you just rolled your eyes.

“Why would I get in the car with you?” You laughed mockingly and he swallowed. Raindrops were falling on his eyelashes and he looked pretty, but you shook away the thought.

“Fuck, why are you so difficult. You’ll get sick, just come on,” he pulled you towards him, then without thinking your karate reflexes kick in and you hit him in the chest.

You almost feel bad, but he steps back, with an almost proud and amused smile. He thought it was cute.

“Why do you care?!” you raised your voice over the rain.

“Y/N I-”

“Why? You didn’t care for all of these months! Why now? You didn’t care when I wanted you to stop hurting people, why do you want to change now?” You bombarded him with all the questions that have been swirling around in your thoughts for days.

“I did care! I do care. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. Just please get in the car and we’ll talk about it,” Hawk pleaded, reaching out for you again, but you pull your arm away. His jaw clenched from your rejection.

“And I still loved you! Through it all! You broke Demetri’s arm, one of my best friends. He was your best friend too! And I still missed you! Do you know how horrible that feels?” you continued letting out your anger. All of the things you’ve wanted to say to him are spilling out of your mouth and you don’t even notice your tears.

His eyes were starting to brim with tears too, but you couldn’t tell if it was just the rain.

“I am sorry Y/N. For everything. I’ve never stopped fucking loving you and I missed you too. Like hell. I can’t take back what I did to Demetri but I’m trying, I’m trying to fix it,” he confessed, moving in closer to you.

“You’re a liar...” you hit him in the chest, but he didn’t budge. “You can’t say that... that you love me, you’re just a huge fucking liar!”

Before you could hit him again, he stopped your hands and put his arms around you. At first you tried to squirm out of his embrace, but eventually you gave in, letting out full sobs of heartbreak.

You missed this. His warmth and his soft skin. The way he rests his chin on the top of your head and how he rubs your back to soothe you. You hated the way you were just giving in, but you didn’t have it in yourself to pull away.

“You were right about all of it. I wasn’t myself,” he murmured into your hair. He missed holding you too, and he wondered how he went so long without doing so.

You looked up at him with your glassy eyes. His hair was drooping down from the mohawk because of the rain and he looked more like Eli.

The rain was still pouring down on both of you, but you had gotten used to it. Still in his arms, you were no longer shivering from the cold.

You lifted a hand up to place on his cheek, and you admire the kind blue eyes you’ve missed looking into.

You pushed your previous anger away and pressed your lips against his, revelling in the feeling of reuniting with your lover. You missed him so much. You got butterflies as you two moved together perfectly and he smiled against your lips.

“I never stopped loving you too, Eli.”

okay here’s a tag list for the people who wanted a part 2 :))) thank you so much for reading and feel free to send in any requests!

@rosiahills22 @sinicalh4wk @lina-lovebug @rudypankow-whore @miyagifang @blvxktvmmx @lulu-yuming @melinda-hargreeves @emmyboo019 @lllyyysss02

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@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 4

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do, minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department, jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 4/? / chapter Word count: 2,484 / total word count: 7,426

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk/huskers. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: pure lore this chapter. Almost none of the funny :( sorry. i've decided that as an apology for not being active at all today, the entirety of the next chapter is just going to be nunalastor fucking. I will also stop talking about plot from now on, cuz i'm just bullshitting my way through at this point.

"Hi" Lulu greeted. The room fell into an awkward silence, and the air thickened with palpable tension. Lulu locked his gaze with Alastor's, refusing to look away. The seconds stretched into minutes, elongating the unspoken battle of wills and determination, a staring contest neither wanted to lose, although Lulu was undeniably unaware of the game and was just being a menace.

"how may I assist you today?" Alastor finally spoke, his voice punctuated by a forced smile that failed to reach his eyes. The constant staring wasn't enough to get him to blink even once, but the mundane nature of just staring at Lulu was more than reason enough for Alastor to interject their five extremely long minutes of silence. Plus he didn't need the other members of the hotel to start asking questions. they were too persistent anyway.

Lulu snapped out of his reverie, jolted back to reality by Alastor's question. He rummaged through his bag, shuffling items aside in search of something specific, his actions conveying a sense of excitement. Ugh, he could've been a living vibrator with how jarring the immediate mood shift was. "Ah, right," He mumbled, his attention divided between the bag and Alastor. "I'm here to try and convince you to help me... Again."

Alastor let an exasperated sigh slip, pinching the bridge of his nose. This had been the third time lulu approached him this week alone and this feral... whatever that thing was, wasn't giving up on it "we've already went over this lulu, I am not going to help you steal Lucifers blood"

Lulu pouted, letting out a saddened squeak, his hands immediately stopping their search for the list of reasons Alastor should let Lulu steal Lucifers blood "Not even for 75 souls? Really cute ones?" He bargained, shoulders slumping and posture generally turning a lot more depressed, just like the owner of those shoulders probably was.

"No." Alastor reiterated, "No amount of souls is going to cut it."

The very annoyed and pissed expression on lulus face was honestly disgusting. Lulu leaned in closer, as if the proximity would convince Alastor. oh how wrong he was.

"Dear, why don't you just stop with this nonsense?" Alastor said, the corners of his trademark fake smile twitching in irritation. He put his hands back behind him and stepped away. The more distance between this creature and him the more comfortable he felt.

"what if it was the entire west side of the pentagram?" Lulu offered, sort of as a last ditch attempt... for today at least. Lulu was not exactly sane enough to know when to quit.

"I highly doubt a creature such as yourself is going to be able to achieve such a thing" Alastor answered, mostly as a jab to Lulus pathetic self, but the idea of him gathering so many souls was an amusing one.

However, Lulu didn't think so. Lulus eyes lit up with mischief, immediately switching from that almost-scowl to a smirk even the devil wouldn't be able to mimic. He jumped from the realization, "so that is a maybe! progress"

Alastor shouldn't be surprised but he is. Why is Lulu so obsessed with lucifers blood? sure it tasted good but not that good. Alastor sighed, shaking his head in disbelief and spoke "if that was all you came here for than you're welcome to leave"

"yeah, okay-" Lulu cut himself off as soon as he noticed a sexy four armed hottie walking by the door. "woah! who's that sexy thing over there?"

"excuse me?" Angie turned his head at the directed voice at him. he looked left and right, as if to make sure it was really him that this random imp looking creature was talking to. Once he was sure there was no one else, he put on his trademark seductive smile "oh, are you one of my fans?"

"no, never seen you in my life. what's a beautiful thing like you doing here?" Lulu said casually, running up to Angie and circling around him. The concept of personal space must've been a heaven thing because Lulu was prodding at absolutely every part of Angie.

"oh, that's a first." Angie chuckled nervously as he watched Lulu welcome himself to his body. "well the names angie"

"the names lulu." Lulu answered in a heartbeat. He finally relented the assault and turned to Alastor, waving "Bye Alastor, I'll be stealing your bitches"

"what?"

"he's the most precious thing I have with me here at the hotel!" Angie said petting the pig in question. Little fat nuggets was very comfortably set in his lap and was napping.

"he is a cute pig, i'll admit." Lulu said, laughing along and staring at the adorable little creature. He tapped his fingers against the nearest surface, humming to himself. "hmm... say though, what is it that you actually desire? surely there's more to your existence than just taking care of fat nuggets?"

Angie slumped at that question, he didn't like being reminded of work, especially not when he's supposed to be relaxing. HE looked away, scratching the back of his head "oh, that's complicated"

"how so?" Lulu pried, crossing his legs, picking up his teacup and taking one sip. "It's tea time, and tea needs spillin"

Angie shrugged, reaching out one of his four arms to grab his own cup. he blew on it before taking a sip and sighing. "well, I kinda sold my soul to a blind prick" He began

"ah, gotcha" Lulu nodded, "go on, what's this prick like?" he pried, observing him with a keen eye.

That was all it took for Angie to start going off. "he's a real asshole, and not the sexy kind. he has no sense of personal space and is so insistent on always having me around. it's pathetic really-"

As Angie continued his rambling about how unbearable val was, Lulu listened attentively, observing him with a keen eye. Sensing Angie's frustration and dissatisfaction, Lulu formulated a surprising proposal. "What if I told you," Lulu interjected, his voice filled with intrigue, "that I could help you with that?"

"You're serious?" Angie asked, his voice tinged with both skepticism and caution, but he wasn't too against the idea, who would be?

Lulu nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Absolutely. I have been trying to find a way to gain status you see, and what better way than to steal the porn overlords most prized bitch?"

Angie leaned forward, his attention fully captured by Lulu's proposition. "And what would you want in return? I've learned the hard way that nothing comes without a price. Not making that mistake again"

Lulu's smile widened as he raised his teacup to his lips, savoring another sip before placing it back on the table. "you're absolutely right. The thing is, the plan I have in mind isn't one I can carry out on my own. I need a helping hand. A partner in crime" Lulu said, letting the rest be left unspoken.

"i'm not helping you kill someone" Angie said, crossing his first set of arms over his chest and wrapping the second around fat nuggets almost like a shield.

"kill? nonsense" Lulu said, waving his hand in dismissal, as if even the mere idea of it was ridiculous. |I need you to help me collect souls. souls that will give me a name. nothing more. I can guarantee I will not be harming any soul that I collect"

That sounded very sketchy. On one hand, yes it made sense, collecting souls was how other overlords became overlords, but most overlords were also assholes. Angie couldn't let another one like valentino exist in the world. But the offer was too tempting... "how do I know you ain't lying?"

Lulu got up, extending a hand over to angie, pausing first in confusion. He was having trouble deciding which hand would need shaking "uh..." He shook it off. "I'll make a contract. In exchange for your assistance, I promise to free you from valentino grasp. In addition, I promise that I will not harm a single soul in the process"

Angie was sold. That was enough a reason to think this guy wasn't fucking around. "As you already know, I've already sold a part of my soul. no need for the deal. I'll help you"

"wonderful. I'll be discussing the plan with you two weeks before the next extermination"

Vox stared at Huskers, his crimson eyes narrowing as he processed the situation. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, had broken another of Vox's employees watches. His anger was palpable and causing static to appear between his antennas. "That fucking bastard?!"

Husk shifted uncomfortably under Vox's gaze. The pitch shift in Vox's voice was stupid but a little intimidating. "I'm sorry. I didn't get to talk to him, I went to this hotel after Angie offered, and I just stumbled upon him there"

Vox looked like he was about to blow a fuse but for a moment Vox's anger got replaced with a smirk. He paced back and forth across his office, his sharp claws clicking against the marble floor. The gears in his mind (literally) spun rapidly, taking into account every single opportunity he had now that husk was attending the hotel.

"Hmm," Vox muttered, his screen displaying a smirk worthy of the sexiest man on twitter. "Maybe this isn't such a bad idea. Someone to gather intel on my dear Alastor-I mean, that asshole!" He turned his attention back to Huskers, his gaze piercing. "It has failed once, but to be fair, that Pentious was a complete idiot." Vox paused, putting a finger up to his face. "Do they trust you?"

Husker hesitated, unsure how to respond. "Uh... not particularly," they admitted. Sure, they were in hell, but they were almost killed on the first day, that can't be a sign of trust.

Vox waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Unimportant. From now on, you are free from all other duties," He declared, his voice full of pure adulterated joy, one only a horny man like vox could make. "Your primary job will be to gather intel on that radio prick. I want to know his every move, his every plan. What he eats. Where he sleeps. What his favorite color is. What time he goes to sleep. What his hooves look like-"

"But sir—" Husker began, his voice tinged with hesitation.

Vox's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Do not even try to negotiate with me on this," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I own your soul" He reminded.

Husker's shoulders slumped, defeated. "Okay," he muttered, his voice barely audible. It would be fine. He saw Alastor once the entire day anyway and that was when he needed to break his tech. He wouldn't even get the opportunities to gather intel anyway.

"good" Vox turned away, his mind already racing with schemes and plots. He had been blindsided by Alastor once, but this time would be different. He would have his dear Alastor tied up and begging for mercy!

"and that concludes today's exercises! you're free to go about your days as usual now!" Charlie clapped, signaling everyone's dismissal. She turned to huskers and called out before they could leave "Huskers, may I have a moment?"

"yes, your... highness?"

Charlie chuckled, shaking her head. "Just Charlie," she corrected, her warm smile putting Huskers slightly at ease. "You know we have rooms at the hotel for you to stay at, right? I think it would be beneficial for all of us if you were available as soon as we started, and if it's something you'd like?"

Huskers' shoulders slumped and they sighed. "I mean, it's not entirely up to me, Princess. I'd have to consult with my boss first," They explained. It wouldn't be everyday that Vox showed mercy.

Charlie's expression turned thoughtful, and she nodded understandingly. "Alright, we'll let you talk it out with him and hopefully we can get you here!"

Charlie's excitement died down quickly though, realizing that due to short staff (literally), they were out of rooms where people could actually survive. "Unfortunately, we only have one empty and clean room at the hotel right now, and it's up with our marketing staff."

Huskers eyes lit up. The marketing staff? That's Nunalastor!

"And they tend to get messy at nigh-"

"I'll do it!" they far too quickly accepted, not wanting to miss the opportunity. "I don't mind at all. I'd love to take the room! I'm sure nu-the marketing staff are lovely!" they chuckled nervously, making it way too obvious what their intentions were.

Charlie, bless her heart, either didn't notice or didn't mention it. Her eyes sparkled with joy. "Wow, such enthusiasm! See, I knew I was right about you!"

Alastor hummed to himself as he traveled up the stairs. He couldn't help but overhear huskers little interaction with charlie and he just couldn't let the opportunity for some chaos and fun pass. He approached the door to Dickmasters and Nuns room and knocked thrice. Some thumping could be heard on the other side before the door opened in front of him.

Dickmaster answered "yes?"

"greetings, cohorts" Alastor greeted with that charming smile of his. Both Nun and Dickmaster collectively rolled their eyes.

"do you mind? we're in the middle of a fucking..." Dickmaster trailed off.

"we are not fucking, they're just too dumb to finish that sentence" Nun shouted from behind the room. The fact that they were sprawled across the bed in nothing but a shirt on wasn't helping the situation.

Alastor chose to not comment on it. He didn't care. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he began to speak "I have a favor. you see this new resident of ours is here to make my life miserable. I can hear vox's pathetic begging almost from across the pentagram, and they're a spy of his. I'm sure of it, however I don't view them as a threat"

Dickmaster raised a brow, unamused. "uhm, congrats? what's that gotta do with us?"

Alastor chuckled, leaning in font of them, hands resting on his cane. "oh, nothing much. I simply ask that you make their life miserable with your charming little quirks"

Nun and Dickmaster exchanged glances, contemplating Alastor's request. It wouldn't be hard and could prove to be quite entertaining. Plus, Nun wanted to stick it to that guy for some reason. After a brief silence, they smirked and nodded. "oh, will do at some point. What's in it for us though?"

"Entertainment"

"that's hardly a fair deal"

"By the looks of things, that isn't going to stop you." Alastor doesn't wait for a response and starts to melt away into his shadow. "they'll be staying in the room across from you." is the words he left with.

"fuck that guy with his own cane, seriously"

#lulu is delulu #nunwhiskers #lulu is feral #lulu fed you twice this week #don't expect a new one anytime soon #huskers-bar x nunalastor #this is a nunalastor simp blog #now if you'll excuse me I have probably a 100+ nunalastor posts to read through <3

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Dead Already

Hawks x gn!reader

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I've been wanting to write something angsty with main character death for awhile now and the fact something finally came to mind to scratch that itch is so satisfying but the result is.... painful. Please, please, please read the warnings before you read this one. Title and ending lines come from The Last by Agust D

WARNINGS FOR: main character death, brief su*cidal thoughts/themes, mention of hospitalization, graphic depiction of intense grief and depression, depersonalization, disassociation

General Masterlist Kofi (Help Lulu <;3)

Chrome Extension to replace y/n with your actual name

Hawks' thing has always been speed.

He had to be fast to get back home before his dad whenever he’d sneak out as a kid.

He had to be fast to do well in his official HPSC training.

He had to be fast on a daily basis in his work to make sure he could save as many people as possible.

He is as quick as he is quick-witted and that is a fact he’s taken great pride in over the past 25 years of his life.

Which is exactly why it feels especially cruel to know that even as he flies faster than he ever has before, nothing more than a red blur to those standing on the street below him, he probably still won’t make it to you in time.

He’s a mile away from the home you two have shared in the city for the past three years but he can already see the red orange glow of the fire the villains had promised would be waiting for him there. He pushes himself to go faster and soon he can see the vibrant flames themselves, inky black smoke billowing out of the windows as he desperately dives towards the balcony you’d kissed him goodbye on just a few hours earlier. As he stumbles onto the cement landing, desperately wrenching open the french doors it had taken you hours to pick out, the acrid air starts to burn his lungs. How must your lungs feel after all this time spent in the epicenter of the blaze? The thought is forced aside as Hawks pushes into his home, reminding himself you’re hidden somewhere within as he scours his memories of that morning for an idea of where you should be.

It’s 1pm and you had a conference call at 10:30. You were probably still in your home office incorporating what you learned from the meeting into your work when the fire began.

Immediately Hawks takes off in that direction. Each room is somehow simultaneously too dark and too bright, the ash and smoke choking out all light except that of the blaze they originate from. Even with his keen eyesight Hawks is forced to squint, leaning heavily on how intimately he knows the layout of his home to guide him to where you must be. His heart aches to see the home you both had worked so hard to build turned into a nightmarish hellscape of ash and flame, but he would destroy the entire house in a heartbeat if it meant getting to you just a little bit faster. His lungs protest each inhale and no matter how careful he tries to be with his wings he can feel them singeing at the edges. As he jumps down the stairs, a quick flap of his wings slowing his descent just enough so he can literally hit the ground running, he knows the only thing that matters is reaching you alive.

When Hawks finally arrives at your office he finds it locked from the outside. He slams himself against the heavy doors keeping you from him, hearing the wood splinter and give way as he stumbles into the room. His eyes roam desperately over the space, fear making his heart pound in his chest as he finally spots you slumped over on the floor unmoving. He’s next to you in a second, carefully pulling you into his arms as one trembling hand reaches to your wrist to check for a pulse.

Nothing.

Keigo feels nothing.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) wake up,” he croaks, ash coating his throat.

No response.

The hand that was latched to your wrist moves up to the space below your jaw. Maybe he just had been holding your wrist in the wrong spot. Surely he would feel a pulse here.

Except there’s nothing there either.

“This isn’t funny anymore (y/n) please, I need you to wake up. I’m beggin’ ya kid, wake up,” he pleads, voice choking up as he cradles you close. Your chest isn’t moving. His feathers twitch and bristle as he tries to pick up every tiny little sound. He can hear the groaning of the wood as it expands in the intense heat. He can hear the crackling of his own feathers slowly being eaten away by the flames. He can even hear the ink boiling in your pens on the desk.

But he can’t hear your heartbeat.

The flames continue to rage around him but Keigo barely registers it. You’re gone. Forever. The only person to ever love him wholly and unconditionally. The person with whom he’d finally been starting a life. The only person with whom he could be Keigo. Not Hawks the number two hero. Not the son of Thief Takami. Just Keigo.

A painful tingle floods through him, white noise screaming in his head as the flames begin to consume his wings in earnest. His lungs ache for lack of oxygen as more and more of the room fills with smoke. Hawks needs to leave but Keigo cannot move. All he can do is catalogue every burn marring your skin and think about how painful your final moments must have been, gagging on smoke and trapped inside this room. He wonders what your last thoughts were. Were they thoughts of him? Did you believe he’d come save you even in your final moments? Did your hope he would arrive with his trademark speed turn to resentment as you realized he would be too late?

Were your last thoughts of him filled with love or hate?

A few wooden beams crash down around Keigo, the white noise in his head getting louder and the pins and needles in his body getting more intense as more and more of his wings are turned to ash. The flames start to lick at his costume as he pulls you closer to him, pressing kisses to lips that can’t return them and murmuring tearful apologies that fall on unhearing ears. Eventually he sets you down gently in his lap so he can remove his gloves. He caresses your face, stroking over your cheeks as his vision blurs. Oxygen deprivation truly starts to set in around the same time he feels his flesh searing but all Keigo does is pray that when he meets you on the other side you won’t be too upset with him for being too slow to save you. His eyes drift shut as he leans down to press his forehead to yours, his blazing wings making quite the sight as he burns and burns and burns. Behind his eyelids he sees you waiting for him with open arms and a sweet smile and as the flames eat away at his skin, he feels not dread but anticipation.

Everything goes dark and Keigo waits to pass to the other side.

Except it never happens…

A rush of cool air flows over him and ice fills the room, extinguishing the flames of his funeral pyre before they could finish their solemn duty. His wings are all but gone so he can’t be sure of who had ripped away his chance to join you but he can guess from the ice that Shouto finally caught up to him after Hawks had flown away the minute the villains had mentioned his home. It’s Tokoyami’s voice that speaks up first though. Multiple cautious calls of Keigo’s hero name that go through one ear and out the other. The voice moves from behind him towards the front, at which point Tokoyami must finally spot you because he sucks in a harsh breath before coming to kneel in front of your body, his knees barely coming into Keigo’s peripheral view.

“Were we too late?”

Keigo can only nod in response.

“I’m so sorry, Hawks.”

A gentle hand is placed on Keigo’s shoulder but he can barely feel it. He knows he must make for a frightening sight: covered in ash, feathers long gone, and flesh an angry red where the flames had burned him. He doesn’t mean to say it, doesn’t mean to further traumatize the young kid you and he had both treated as a little brother, but when he finally drags his lifeless gaze up to meet Tokoyami’s concerned one, he simply can’t help it and the words slip out unbidden:

“You should have let me burn.”

He’s hospitalized for two weeks.

The first week is for the burns.

The second is to make sure he doesn’t send himself following after you.

He understands why the call was made but it’s not necessary.

Loving you is the most selfish thing Keigo’s ever done and in the end it killed you. He killed you. Even the thought of being so selfish again as to try and go to you before his time leaves an acrid taste in his mouth. He can only imagine how disappointed in him you would be if he tried it. So he does the only thing he knows how to do other than love you.

He works.

He goes straight from the hospital to his agency the minute he is discharged, and no amount of fretting and insistence from Tokoyami can convince him otherwise. Every day he works until the HPSC president sighing “We tried to warn you about forming attachments” stops echoing in his ears. He works until the burning itch of guilt that’s taken up residence under his skin subsides to manageable levels. He works until his body is too exhausted to notice that he’s sleeping alone on a futon in his office instead of in a king size bed with you curled against him. He works and he gives the Hawks performance just as he always has. He watches his body perform an HPSC approved version of grief as his actual grief consumes him. No one seems to notice as Keigo completely splinters into his two separate personalities. Hawks slowly moves on, regains his sense of humor, starts winking at his fans again and smiling for the cameras. Keigo wakes up every morning on the futon in his office in a cold sweat with the taste of ash on his tongue and the image of your body superimposed onto his retinas.

When Endeavor claps him on the back and says “It’s good to see you back to your old self again,” with a reassuring squeeze, Hawks grins and says “It’s good to be back old man.”

But Keigo does nothing.

Because Takami Keigo is dead already.

Hawks killed him when he killed you.

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