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this is for your prompt game- word count: 800

human!alastor whos starts to feel a bit guilty when he sees his darling worry about him after hearing about the various murders near his studio. maybe some cuddling after alastor comes home especially late, and reader freaks out?

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Nothing on This Earth

tags: human! alastor x human! fem! reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, anxious reader, fluff, very mild angst note: This was such a cute request to fulfill, I had a really fun time with it :) I hope you enjoy, anon <3

"And in some rather frightening news, the police have revealed the recent discovery of yet another body, this one found partially buried just outside city limits, mere miles in fact, from this very radio station that I'm broadcasting live to you from now. Presently, the authorities have yet to reveal the identity of the poor soul, but he is believed to be yet another victim of our infamous NOLA killer."

Alastor hummed a popular tune as he made his way across the walkway that led from the drive to the house that he and his wife shared.

From outside, he could hear the oh-so familiar static of the radio as his late night replacement droned on and on endlessly between the evenings pre-selected songs.

With a marked lack of haste or impatience, Alastor listened on vaguely to the words his coworker spoke, scarcely paying them any mind as his long legs carried him casually along the stone path and toward the steps of the house.

Instinctively, his hand reached into his pocket as he grew closer to his destination, long fingers seeking the familiar chill of cool metal until they finally found what they were feeling for, allowing for him to properly grasp his keys between them.

Humming the same pleasant tune as before, the radio host smiled to himself as he slowly ascended the three wooden steps that led creakily up to the deck, upon which the front door could be clearly seen.

Quietly, his shoes tapped against the old wood as he made his way closer, the keys in his pocket jingling familiarly as he moved to pull them out.

Still clearly in no rush, Alastor moved casually as he raised the now slightly warmed metal of his house key to its empty socket.

Much to his surprise though, the brass device had only just grazed the mechanism containing the deadbolt lock when the door swung inward quickly, revealing quite the alarming sight on the other side.

There you stood, his darling wife, all wrapped up in that slightly sheer white robe of yours that his mother had gifted you for your wedding, arms crossed and expression fixed firmly into a frown.

If he hadn't known any better, perhaps Alastor may have even believed you angry at him, your jaw clenched and your eyebrows furrowed just so.

But, of course, as your ever so observant husband, he did know better.

He could see the anxiety hidden behind that veil of vexation as clear as day, made obvious by the constant shifting of your gaze and the way you nibbled at your lip.

Wordlessly, your love reached forward, pulling your trapped flesh from between your worrying teeth, his ring finger tilting your chin upward as he did so.

"Why hello there, my doe."

He all but purred as he stepped swiftly inside, his ankle moving to kick the door closed behind him.

"How very kind of you to wait at the entrance for me. Although, I do have to wonder," He began, leaning down toward you so that his breath fanned across your lips, "What a lovely, delicate creature such as yourself is doing up so late."

He teased, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth before pulling away and turning around to shrug off and hang his jacket.

"I was worried about you."

At those words, Alastor halted all movement immediately before his brow quirked and he spun on his heel, grin wide.

"Worried about me?" He asked incredulously, both of his hands finding yours before offering them a squeeze of reassurance. "Whatever for, my dear?"

You swallowed thickly, your words becoming caught in your throat as if the sheer weight of them were too much to manage.

"There's a killer on the loose, Al." You said fearfully, your returned grip on his hands tightening as you spoke.

"So when you're out so late like this, I can't help but think-" You paused there, as if unable to finish that thought for fear of it coming true.

Regardless, it seemed that Alastor understood your worries plenty.

He squeezed your hands once more.

"Oh chère," He all but crooned, "You're very sweet to worry, but I promise you that I am in no danger." As he said this, you felt him start to pull you in closer, until finally, you were chest to chest.

You sighed wearily, leaning into your love's touch almost instinctively in spite of your concerns. "But how can you be so sure, Al? There's no telling when or where-"

"My dear," Your husband interrupted gently as he began to sway the two of you rhythmically in time with the jazz that was now flowing through the speakers of your radio, "I can assure you that as long as I have my wife to come home to..." He paused to tuck a few stray hairs behind your ear, his gaze upon you filled with an almost overwhelming adoration as he did so,

"There is nothing on this earth that could keep me away from her."

Prompts 22, 23, and 28 for Lucifer Morningstar please!

Prompts 22, 23, and 28 with Lucifer

I am feeling a little better, compared to earlier. I had plans on baking a banana cake earlier, so if I keep this little recovery up I may resume those plans!

I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

MOVING IN TOGETHER

You don't have to worry about carrying your things in, with just a snap of his fingers he can put everything into place... Just tell him where to put everything! He already has a guest room waiting for you, until you're both ready to sleep in the same bed. Things are going to be taken... very slow. I hope you don't mind, he just... needs to get used to this all over again. What with having a relationship now as well as not living alone anymore. In the beginning he tries to keep the house spick and span, though it's mostly because he doesn't want to make a bad impression. It happens slowly, but over the course of weeks it gets a little messy due to the man not having the mental or physical energy to keep it tidy... mental illness, you know? He doesn't mean it to get that bad, and he will feel a little guilty if you step in and fix things. It does push him to seek help or at least a better coping mechanism, so at least he's taking a step towards healing... Sometimes he keeps himself in his work room making... lord knows what. Likely ducks.

BEACH EPISODE

Hubba Hubba he's going to be respectfully staring the second you step out in your swimwear. He will shoot daggers at anyone who tries to gawk at you as well... though I can easily see him putting you up on a pedestal, "yeah! That's my partner and they're smoking hot!".. not those exact words, but... you know..! He burns so so easily, you'd think being an angel would make him exempt from that but he just... doesn't tan. He offers to give you shade under his wings... he is going to regret that when he eventually gets sand into his feathers. You both spend the day in the sun! Lucifer doesn't really get into the water other than a quick dip every now and then to cool himself down... he probably makes a grand sand castle! If you help him he's going to want to marry you on the spot. Supporting his creativity is one of the quickest ways to butter him up.

FIRST DATE

He is... an absolute mess on your first date. He's a romantic so he's going to rely on those to keep things moving along, but it's just been so long since he's been in the dating scene! Also taking into consideration that Lilith may possibly be his first or only serious relationship, at least she's the only one that we are aware of... Even worse for him if you are his first date after the separation. He wants you to have a good time, he really does, but his nerves are just eating him from the inside out. Likely for a first date you two go out to eat, something simple and classic while allowing you two to get to know each other. He's polite, and on his best behavior. He may forget some of the topics and what was brought up, but that's really due to his nerves... Definitely the type to give you flowers on the first date.

👿🌈😇

Finally it's done T^T

Nightmare Catcher = Requested

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] - separate

The Request

Alastor, The Radio Demon

Alastor’s a light sleeper or he doesn’t sleep. You do and he doesn’t find fault in that. He’d sit on his side of the bed with a book in hand or some times he’ll be writing in a notebook gifted by you for some broadcasting ideas, all while the his bedstand’s lamp is on at the lowest possible lighting

He’s notice you groaning and shifting in your sleep. The shifting was normal, but not the groaning and the way your face crunched up in distress. His eyes turn to you and observes for a while before muttering soft, “Dear? My darling?”

You don’t reply but the groaning and shifting continues

Now that he’s positive you’re having a nightmare, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible to not freak you out too much. Probably nudging you or shaking you awake

If you wake up, like snap awake, he’ll apologize for waking you and explain you were groaning and shifting more than usual. He doesn’t ask if you have a nightmare, he’ll let you say it to him. Either way, he’ll reassure you the same. Whatever you dreamed wouldn’t happen to you. Whoever was trying to cause you harm wouldn’t be able to come near you. 

He’ll be there to protect you 

If you don’t wake up, he’ll put away his stuff and lay down next to you, turning off the lights. As gently and smoothly as he could, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close to him. Adjusting you so you’d be listening to his heartbeat while his hand patted the back of your head

His humming calms you down and you unconsciously latch onto him too

When you wake up the next day, neither of you will talk about it unless you bring it up. Otherwise, Alastor will comment how he had another lovely night with you and the two of you would make breakfast together

Vox, The TV Demon

Here’s a question. How do you sleep with a demon with a TV for a head?

Funny thing. Vox doesn’t sleep on a bed, he sits in a very very comfortable giant chair without any hard surfaces and sleeps like that

Now you don’t do that. Nope. You sleep on the bed

So when you have a nightmare? You wake up in a cold sweat and looked around. You got your barings hugging a pillow and wrapped your blanket around you for comfort. You mutter Vox’s name, hoping he hears you somewhere since you didn’t know if he was awake or asleep

If he was awake, he’d catch your name calling and zap through the technology to your room. “What’s wrong? There an intruder?”

You hug onto him, still wrapped up but your pillow was discarded. While he hates dealing with childish acts (Valentino), you were an exception

He brings you back to the bed and has you comfortable before asking what’s wrong. Whether you tell him or not, he plays you funny videos on his TV screen to lighten you up or music to calm you down until your eyes get droopy and you yawn. He stays by your side until you sleep, he silently works beside you though

If he was asleep. Haha. Good luck. Oh, not you, it’s Vox. If it’s one thing he doesn’t like people seeing it was his sleeping form. Because he shuts down, with a black screen and all that. He has like a fixed schedule set to wake up after shutting down

Still, he gave you a special code to his quarters when you need to come. You wrapped up in your blanket and hugging your pillow tip-toed to Vox’s room. On the way, you’d be debate whether to go or not. You went

You poked his screen first, he doesn’t wake up. His chair was big and comfty, matching that of a bed’s. So you got comfortable on Vox’s lap, leaning on his chest with your ears on top of where his heart would be, your pillow on the armrest to cushion your back then you covered the both of you in the giant blanket

You kissed the side of his face (screen) and said night. Slowly falling asleep

Next day, Vox thought Valentino or Velvette played a prank on him. Imagine his surprise to find you on his lap peacefully asleep. He checked last night’s CCTV to make sure you weren’t in danger, just a nightmare, he bets

But he delays his schedules and shows just to enjoy you on his lap

(a full day of work was gone and Vox got a vacation from taking care of Valentino)

Lucifer, The King of Hell

I swear he’s the one with nightmares- But this time it was you with the nightmares

He immediately stirs when you shift too much, even getting warmer to the point that he felt like he was hugging a heater. He wake up and notice immediately you’re having a nightmare

He copies what you do for him. Wake you up gently and holds your cheeks so you’d be focusing on him. “Look at me, My Apple. You’re safe with me.”

He leads you to do a breathing exercise with him, when you were done and more calm, his forehead connects with yours. He asks if you want to talk about, since he felt better when you listened to him, he offers the same to you

You nodded

Lucifer immediately starts snapping his fingers, conjuring so much familiar objects and items. They were all your favourites. From comfort items, entertainment, food and even drinks. He spared no expenses for you

His goofy attitude lightened you up and you almost forget about the nightmare. Still though, you tell him

Midway, he summons his wings and wrap you around with them, a comforting reminder that he was there with you. You comb your hands through his wings, even leaning against them with a comforted sigh

Lucifer laid you back down, this time with his wings as the blanket and his chest as the pillow. He sings softly to lull you to sleep, humming after you were sleeping until he was positive you were dead asleep, then he’ll sleep

Next morning? He surprises you with a day at his Lu Lu Land. He’s such a goof ball you can’t resist him

Note: Ha! There! How you like this? Next try on Vox actually. Surprised I got more to write for him than I imagine. I thought he'd have the least content

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these boots WEREN’T made for walking | m. izuku

cw: father! izu, reader and izu have two kids.

-reader and a pair of uncomfortable boots she begged for. if you all have seen friends, it’s based on that one time monica bought those expensive ass boots she could barely walk in lmao

“you’re not going to wear them,” izuku stated plainly, mouth forming a thin line as you held up a flashy pair of high heeled boots, much too tall for what you usually wear.

“am too. they can go with that dress i just got,” you smiled proudly, turning to scan the different sizes to accommodate for your own feet.

“that dress, yes, and what else?”

you paused your hand on one of the boxes, pursing your lips to think for a second but you were drawing serious blanks. you knew better than to look his way since he was probably raising those thick eyebrows of his, giving you that damned knowing look that always made you cave.

“what do you know about fashion anyway, deku?,” you huffed, squealing in victory when you saw they indeed had your size in stock.

it wasn’t that money was an issue, even if the boots were a whopping four hundred and fifty dollars, plus tax, but he knew you well. every time you got fancy shoes you wore them about two times max before chucking them somewhere in the depths of the closet to never again be seen with as a matching set. even you not wearing them wasn’t his biggest concern, you always chose shoes that hurt your feet, gave you horrible blisters and aches. it was a sad sight to say the least when he caught you limping around in his peripheral.

“i know that by the end of the night in those, you’re gonna be pouting for me to give you a piggy back ride because your feet hurt.”

“nope, you’re wrong,” you were busying yourself with pulling one of the boots onto your foot, zipping it up the calf and gaping in awe at the way it sucked you in like a glove, “these are extremely comfortable. i love them…god if i could marry a shoe.”

izu held up his hands in surrender, not that he was going to fight long on the topic of giving you whatever your heart desired. he aimed to please, liked watching you smile.

he had to give you your props, almost every day you had managed a way to worm your new boots into your outfits. you were stubborn, sometimes enough to even best kacchan, and you were determined to prove you could milk the money’s worth out of these boots. izu chose to pick his battles, even when he came home from a tiring day of hero work just to see you vacuuming the living room in heels. it was cute, really, how hard you tried to make your point, and he let it play out without rebuttal. truth of the matter is, you were starting to hit your peak, heels burning and ankles aching from the amount of times you had twisted them from tripping when your husband wasn’t around. you’d hate for the bastard to be right, he was always so smug when he was. so you put on brave faces and strutted around in your prize, until you were out of eye sight so you could wince in peace.

there were bruises forming on the knuckles of your toes, cramps taunting your soles every time you flexed your feet too graciously. it was getting about that time for these death traps to hit the back of your closet. you just hated the idea of giving izuku the satisfaction of his win, that and you didn’t want to put his hard earned money to waste. it was a constant nag in the back of your brain. you knew he’d never tell you no (not really anyway) and he had spoiled you heavily with the fruits of his labor from the moment the currency started pouring in. it was why you couldn’t help but ask for things, and he wanted you to have everything, even if he teased you about it being a ridiculous purchase. but anxiety was still a bitch. you had to show these shoes love, it was like- in your mind- being extra grateful for his generosity.

your final straw was a long walk in the park. foolishly you had slipped on the horrid boots, they went well with your attire. izu warned against it, told you it sounded like a dumb idea when you were going to have to chase your three year old down, but you only shut him up with a kiss, giving him a twirl to show off your outfit. park days were rare, but when the family could get a chance to go out, izu pushed for it. he hated extended periods of time away from you and the two little ones, aika and a beautiful baby boy, nix. he wished he never had to leave or at least that he could shrink his perfect pack and put them in his pocket for safe keeping.

it was nice outside, the coos of spring rolling in, flowers blooming and spreading their plumes of pollen into the air. you were taking a well needed rest on a bench, shaded by the bright green rooftop of a gazebo. your feet were screaming from the confines of your shoes, but you bit back complaints as you pushed the two seater stroller back and forth. your son was sleeping soundly, tiny fists clutching onto his teether for dear life. just a few feet ahead on the playground, your tall tree of a husband was pushing at your daughters back, sending her way higher than you would have liked on the swing set. the little one seemed to love it though, screaming in delight as perfect green curls flowed in the wind. she enjoyed his strength and his supernatural abilities, it only meant getting to be spun around or pushed high into the sky in a rickety swing set, a height many three year olds would probably have a fit at. though maybe it was just her love and admiration for her papa, she knew even at a young age, he’d never let her fall. nothing was scary when izuku was around.

perceptive as ever, izu cast you a look as if he could feel you staring. he greeted you with a dimpled grin and a wave to which you giggled. he was such a dork and it always amazed you how easily that switch could flip when he was in the midst of battle.

when aika grew tired of all the playground had to offer and was clipped into her side of the stroller, already dozing off and quiet, you and izu marked it time to head home. except, the long way home seemed like a hike through hell now that your feet were throbbing and swollen, still, you stood from the bench your thighs were glued to, outwardly whining. you stumbled slightly, catching ahold of your husband’s bicep with a huff.

“love, just take off the boots already.” his voice was stern, guiding you to sit back down, kneeling before you like a knight off duty.

you pouted, “i’m fine, ‘zu, let’s just go-“

“y/n. now.” he patted his thigh for your heel to be kicked up on, using his ‘father voice’ no less.

you did as told with each foot, watching as he careful undid the boots, sliding them off and tossing them into the stroller pouch. you slumped in relief, cool air from outside feeling so nice on your clammy skin. he sucked his teeth in disappointment at the sight of your battle scars, shaking his head at your stubbornness.

“i can’t walk home barefoot, babe.”

he gave a slight turn, offering his back to you, “don’t be dense. i’ll carry you home. hop on.”

it was probably a sight to see to others that the number one hero was walking the length of the sidewalk with a double stroller to his front and his wife clinging to his back like a feral koala. you had you face nuzzled in his neck, taking in the honeyed pine scent of his shampoo, legs wrapped snugly around his waist. he wasn’t even struggling, or breaking a sweat for that matter, just walking as if he was carrying nothing more than a backpack. another marvel of his strength.

“you know,” he started, voice vibrating through you, “i was only giving you a hard time about the shoes. i didn’t actually expect you to wear them so much.”

you absentmindedly toyed with the small chain around his neck, it seemed almost dainty on him, but it was so beautiful with the way your named was carved in cursive on the base.

“i didn’t want them to go to waste…you paid so much for them.” you didn’t mean to sound so dejected, but it was the truth, “i wanted you to know i actually do appreciate all you do.”

he chuckled softly, “silly girl. i know you do. just the way you should know i love gifting you things. i can’t think of a better use of my money.”

“still. it was an awful lot for a pair of boots.”

“baby. if i could, i’d buy you the whole milky way wrapped in a silk bow, even if it meant you would only look at it once. your happiness is the only repayment i need.”

your ears heated from his words, unable to respond. you chose to tighten your arms around him. so he continued to speak.

“gifts, money, hell- i’d give you every organ i have in me. nothing i do is transactional. you’re worth every penny.”

“you’re such a sap.” you choke out, cursing your hormones for the tears brimming your eyes.

“by association. i think that makes you a sap too, yes?”

“no. no just you, broccoli top. just you.”

you were totally a sap when it came to izuku midoriya.

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“ma, i’ve got to-“ osamu stops in his tracks, hand on his heart in his childhood kitchen. “how’d ya get in here?”

your expression is blank as you bite into a cookie made fresh a couple hours back, when you first got here.

“the front door.”

“did ya run ma some money? yer practically moved in at this point,” he pulls himself up onto the counter. “where is she, anyway?”

you giggle. he raises an eyebrow, chewing slowly. it’s always something with the two of ya, as he always says.

“she ran to the market. we’re making dinner.”

“we? as in-“

“all three of us. she knew you would stop by.”

osamu grins. he knows how this goes. his mom runs to the store, gets the ingredients, and he makes dinner for the three of you while you gossip with his mom about who knows what.

standard friday night in the miya household.

he’s okay with it, too. osamu just wishes that instead of his best friend, his girlfriend was letting herself into his ma’s house, eating his food, and stealing kisses. but for now, he’ll settle for stolen looks across the table while the three of you eat.