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Hot take: lucifer deserved much worse.

OK, one thing I noticed is that people give lucifer a lot of pass on some things for the reason of "Oh he's such goofball" or "he's so hot!".

And I think people forget who he is, there is a reason he is known as the most hated being in all of creation, it's because he damned so many people to live in suffering.

Every tragedy in mankind's history, is this dude's fault, and the only punishment he got for it was to be, by all means, grounded. He destroyed lives of so many people because of his selfishness.

Call me harsh, but sometimes your dreams are not worth the suffering of other people. Sometimes, you need to understand that your dreams are best left unachieved.

The count of every human life in history is 117 billion. That's too many, too many souls suffering for the pride of someone who thought he knew better than the literal creator of the fucking universe.

I have heard people say that he didn't know that would happen, which I respectfully call bullshit on that because there is no way a high ranking angel like lucifer didn't know what would happen.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter that he meant good, for the path to hell is caved with good intentions.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

Someone go give him a hug please!!

The lone candle remains bright against the dark, light it's only company. Soon, the flame will burn away the wick, and alone it will be with darkness it's new company.

More than anything..

First time drawing Lucifer, hope I did him justice!

More silly doodles under the cut

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I'm learning to draw and I used your art as a reference. This an hour of straight mental gymnastics that I'm still working on, Thank you

Radioapple Okami au!

The god of the Morning star and a lil shit

I'll digitalize Al next

I did change the Antlers a bit so they look a but less bulky, and his back feet will be hooves

(HH phase post 3) I WAS TOO FUNNY TO BE MAKING JOKES ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL...

guys are we thinking that, cause its been confirmed that demons CAN be redeemed (with sir penis) are we thinking that adam is in hell now ?? I ACTUALLY REALLY HOPE SO 💔 he was too cunty to die <\3 he is THE dickmaster, THE misogynist, THE man, and his nuts DID create all of humanity 🙁

well he mightve been the first dickmaster but lucifer was obviously the best because jeez dude your chick got stolen twice by the same guy 💔

(understandable i am in the process of selling my soul to him he is my wife)

I love Vox but in a “I wanna leave that twink a shell of himself” way

fuckin reblog bc he IS OMGG😭 HES SO DRAMATIC BABYGIRL ITS NOT FUNNY

Lucifer the kinda bf to do this when you're mad at him

i have very inappropriate things to say TO lucifer.

i have very inappropriate things to say about lucifer.

miew

‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL’ ALASTOR

summary. you snuck out to have a proper date with Alastor. One thing led to another and the night ended with him taking your virginity. though while you enjoy the new feelings that sex arouse, consequences await you at home.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

warnings. steak eating (sorry vegans), smut, virgin!reader, agegap! you’re in your 20s while Alastor is in his 30s, blood, blood kink, overstimulation, alastor is rough, doggystyle, toxic relationship, gory depictions, dark romance, 18+ minors dni, this doesn’t have a happy ending fyi

author’s note. i’m so pissed because i had to rewrite this chapter over since my dumbass deleted the other draft, same thing happed with my Lucifer fic! but please enjoy and comment your thoughts! this hasn’t been proofread so i’ll come back to edit it a bit later x

The following evening arrived, and you found yourself standing on the grand patio, the air filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the clock struck 8 o'clock, Alastor appeared, his charismatic presence commanding the attention of the night. With a smile, he offered his arm, and you set off for a mysterious dinner that promised to reveal his world.

The drive took you away from the grand surroundings of the estate to an industrial district. The grandeur of your estate was replaced by the raw energy of the city's outskirts. Alastor led you to a warehouse, its exterior betraying no hints of the secrets held within.

You fiddled with your purse, watching Alastor unlock the doors with a rustic key and as the large doors creaked open, you stepped into an unexpected world. The interior of the warehouse was transformed into an intimate dining space, bathed in soft, warm lighting. A table adorned with flickering candles and traditional dishes awaited, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of a carefully curated meal.

"I hope you find this place to your liking," Alastor remarked, a glint of mystery in his eyes.

"It's… stunning," you replied, taking in the unexpected charm of the warehouse setting. Alastor pulls out a chair for you, placing a napkin in your lap as you eye all the food in front of you in hunger, "Did you cook all of this?"

"There's nothing like a home cooked meal, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Alastor took his seat in front of you before unfolding his silverware, "Do eat while it is still hot."

The food that laid in front of you was simple, a carefully crafted steak and a side of asparagus with a sauce that was as red as blood. You wasted no time before digging in, nearly moaning at the delicious taste. Not only was Alastor charming, but he could cook. You had mastered a few recipes in the kitchen but even you admit that your culinary skills could use some improvement.

Needlessly to say, your plate was practically licked clean as the night unfolded. Conversation flowed effortlessly and Alastor, once shrouded in enigma, gradually revealed more about himself. However, your curiosity was piqued by a glimpse into his workspace, tucked away in a corner of the warehouse.

"What do you do here?" you inquired, noting the array of microphones and recording equipment.

Alastor hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Well, my dear, this is where I craft my art."

Your eyes widened as realization dawned. "You're an artist?"

"In a way," he answered cryptically, a hint of amusement in his tone. "But more specifically, I am the voice behind the popular radio show that you might have heard."

The revelation hung in the air, and as Alastor confirmed his identity as the renowned radio show host, you couldn't help but be swept away by the unexpected turn of events.

"That's why your voice sounded so familiar – you're the voice behind the Bayou Daily!" Your hand covered your mouth in excitement, eyes sparkling. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a star."

"Hardly that, my dear," Alastor responded, waving his hand dismissively with a playful laugh. "If anything, I think I'm more of a lightning rod for controversy than a beloved figure."

"Well, controversy has its charm," you teased, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. Your fingertip gracefully traced the rim of your wine glass. "I enjoy a bit of edge and, dare I say, a different perspective. I make it a point to tune in every evening with my mother, surprisingly enough."

"A fan, then?"

"Your devoted number one," you replied, meeting his gaze with a subtle twinkle in your eyes.

Alastor's smile hinted at something more than mere hospitality, a subtle shift in the air as he leaned closer. Your imagination danced with the possibility of a scene from one of the many fairytales you read growing up, where the dashing knight was about to seal the moment with a kiss.

Yet, as anticipation filled the room, Alastor abruptly stood, shattering the romantic atmosphere. "Let me get your dishes," he declared, leaving you perplexed.

“No, no! You relax and let me clean; you did all the cooking,” you insisted, attempting to grab the wine glasses. Alastor, however, restrained you, holding your wrist with a sudden strength that made your eyes widen slightly.

“We can’t have you dirtying those delicate hands, (Y/N), allow me,” he said, taking charge of the dishes. “Please, make yourself at home; I’ll only be a moment.”

As he disappeared into the kitchen, a chill crept down your spine. Everything in your body told you that there was something else lingering in the air, something strange.

Alastor swiftly vanished into the kitchen, suppressing his maniacal laughter. The knightly facade he had expertly crafted had successfully brought down your defenses.

He had dealt with your type before, spoiled rich girls who want nothing more than to take control of their only life regardless the harm it causes to them or others. That determination would lead them down a path of self-destruction yet they willingly go anyway.

Take you for example, you were so eager to escape your gilded cage that all caution slipped from your mind. You were blinded by your perception of love that you didn't even dare to question the questionable, like how had Alastor, a radio show host, made it into a party meant for high society? How had he known where you lived? Everything you thought a coincidence was planned. Alastor had planned everything to the first encounter and to the last. He had been watching you for awhile, if anything, he was sure he knew more about you than yourself. Alastor knew your favorite tea down to the very color of brassiere you were wearing right now.

Once sheltered from life's harsh realities, you transformed into a woman eager to assert yourself in society. Despite your mother's cautionary tales of predators, you dismissed her warnings and because of that you all but fell right into Alastor's hands.

With a grin stretching from ear to ear, Alastor immersed himself in washing dishes, all the while attuned to the sound of your kitty heels echoing in the adjacent room. There was a hint of sympathy in him – he almost felt bad at how easy this was or going to be. You unwittingly paved the way for him to infiltrate your life, your trust a vulnerable thread caught in the web of his deceit.

Whether your mind harbored caution, overshadowed by the decisions of your heart, or if unbridled trust clouded your judgment, the outcome seemed inevitable. Alastor recognized that your choices were steering you toward a dangerous conclusion, one that will prove fatal.

A glint of a knife caught the light as Alastor prepared to carry out a sinister act. He fully intended on slashing your throat in one swift motion, watching as the blood sprays from your body onto his face and the floor. The thought alone made his cock undeniably harden. He wanted to feel your crimson blood on him, taste that irony taste as the life drains from your eyes. There was something so beautiful about the last moments of a human life, it was addicting to see. In Alastor's eyes he was an artist, and the human body was his canvas, their blood the paint in making a glorious masterpiece that only he was blessed to see- and he couldn't wait to make you apart of his collection.

Alastor left the kitchen with concealed malice yet you seized the moment despite your nerves, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. The warmth of your lips against his momentarily erased the darkness, leaving Alastor bewildered and conflicted in the whirlwind of his own emotions. It had been forever since someone kissed him and feverishly so. It made the sinner stunned as you pulled him closer to you.

Not only were you foolish enough to trust him. You did something worse, you fell in love with him. The pages to your story were turning wildly and Alastor realized he didn’t particularly hate this. It took him only a second to decide to kiss you back. Alastor backed you up against his desk, lifting you with ease so he could stand in between your legs, your lips never parting from one another as yqou grip onto Alastor’s shirt so harshly in the fear that this was a dream and he would disappear at any moment. Unknowingly, Alastor set the knife down behind you, his eyes flickering open while yours remained closed to it hide among his messy desk of things.

Alastor's conflicted emotions swirled within, torn between the darkness that craved destruction and an unexpected, budding feeling inside his chest. As he held you close, a sinister impulse whispered the allure of murder and the familiarity of wielding power over life. Yet, an unfamiliar warmth stirred within him, fueled by the connection that blossomed during this unexpected kiss.

The struggle between the desire to embrace his malevolent nature and the uncharted territory of love played out in the depth of his crimson eyes. The dichotomy of killing you and savoring that power battled against the newfound tenderness that made him question the nature of his own desires.

In that tumultuous moment, Alastor wrestled with the notion that perhaps taking your innocence would be a compromise, a way to bridge the gap between his sinister tendencies and the allure of an emotion he never thought he'd entertain. The clash of these conflicting emotions created an intricate dance within him, leaving his path uncertain as he grappled with the complexity of his own heart.

You pulled away suddenly to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you felt your whole body grow hot with embarrassment, "I've been wanting to do that since you picked me up in the car...I'm sorry, was that too forward?"

"One the contrary," Alastor let out a shaky breath, the sexual tension in the air so thick he was sure he might suffocate from it, "Your forwardness is most welcomed."

"Then.." You wanted to suggest something else, something more but the words seemed to have got caught in your throat. You look away, unable to meet Alastor's intense gaze.

"Then..?" He teased, making younonly shrink under his gaze even more, "We should stop here my dear, I can ruin you."

"But what if I want you to ruin me?" You found your confidence then, "I am not so innocent as you may think Alastor, I-I have read books, seen picture, I even have.." you trailed off, already revealing too much.

"Touched yourself?" Alastor finished your words for you with a knowing smirk. His long slender fingers moved your thighs, making the dress you wore bunch around your waist as he teasingly tugged on your black garter, "Oh, darling, you have no idea what you're asking."

"I do."

"Do you?"

"Don't tease me Alastor," You huffed, taking it upon yourself to pull your dress off over your head, revealing your black undergarments beneath, "I'm not a child."

"Then show me," Alastor had to restrain himself from punching onto you right then and then and there. He let his fingers explore further until he cupped your clothed cunt into the palm of his hand, making you let out a gasp. His fingers slipped past your underwear, coming into direct contact with your wet slit before he moved his thumb in circles directly onto your clit.

Your lips parted, letting out a quiet moan as he entered a single finger inside you. his piercing gaze never left your face as he watched your facial expression. You shut your eyes tight at the sudden intrusion, trying to relax your body as you felt Alastor's finger another work into you, your tightness making him groan at the feeling of your clenching around his fingers, "Alastor.."

A few moments pass with the uncomfortable feeling before Alastor gets onto his knees in front of you after taking his fingers out of you, a devilish look in his eyes that made you sure that he was going to devour you right then and there without restraint, "How about I taste you (Y/N)? Hm?"

You swallowed thickly with a nod, meeting his lustful gaze with your own as you watch him situate his head between your legs, pushing your thighs up into your chest so he could get a clear view of your cunt that was aching for some sort of attention.

"Oh mon chére," Alastor lets out a low groan, his eyes never leaving the sight of your glistening folds and your hole that was fluttering around nothing, "So, so beautiful."

Without warning, he dives in between your parted legs to lap up your leaking arousal with his tongue, making you buck up into his mouth in hope of getting more of that feeling, "A-Alastor!"

He chuckles against your folds, latching his mouth onto your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"Oh my...fuck." You tangle your fingers into his hair, biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the new found pleasure.

You could practically feel Alastor smirking against you, a low groan coming from his throat as he takes in the sight of your trembling form. He tightened his grip on your thighs, holding them in place as you tried to close your legs due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. Alastor made sure to slurp up everything you gave him, the lewd sound bouncing off the walls of the warehouse making you feel flustered.

Alastor bites down on your inner thigh, looking up at you with a smile, "How does that feel (Y/N)?"

You nod with a whine, desperate to feel his tongue on you again, "S'good Alastor...please.."

"There you go," He continue to move his tongue around expertly, giving attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves so he could drive you closer and closer to the edge, "Give in to that pleasure."

At the simple command, your sent spiraling through an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your toes curled and your legs trembled as you moan out Alastor's name in ecstasy. The lewd sounds of slurping and spitting make your whole body shake as you come down from that euphoric state.

“Jesus,” You say breathlessly. Alastor enjoyed the sight of your body reacting to such a way and he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when his cock was ready to burst through the seams. He grabbed a hole of your hand, forcing your hands to slip pad there waistband of his pants and feel his hard cock. You look up at Alastor in slight awe, amazed that a man’s genital could be so warm and feel so firm, “Oh..y-you’re—”

“Hard, yes,” Alastor groans at the feeling of you slowly pumping his shaft out of mere curiosity, “I need to have you.”

“Then take me,” Your words were the consent he needed because before you knew it you were flipped over, your breast pressing against the harsh surface of Alastor’s desk.

The radio host dug his nails into your hips as his swollen tip that licked with pre cum brushed against your slick entrance. Alastor brought his hips back only to snap them forward, he entered you painfully slow, and you swore you felt something rip. The pain you expected to feel was an understatement as if felt as if you were splitting into two.

“Ah! Alastor..wait—!” The man above you only groaned at the feeling of your tight velvety walls clenching around his tip, “It hurts..!”

“And I’m not even half way in, sweetheart.” You shudder at the feeling of his breath in your neck, his teeth biting down on your neck so harshly that you were sure it was going to leave a mark come morning.

And as he continued to push himself deeper, and deeper, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of the thin trail of blood that slid down his length, showcasing the loss of your virginity. He relished in the sounds of your whimpers of pain, it would be no time before he turned you into a masochist— he would make you, force you to like the pain so much that you’d have to find nothing but pleasure within it to keep you sane.

He wanted to break you, and once he did there was no going back. You’d be his forever, whether you liked it or not.

Eventually, that pain turned into pleasure for you, the l need for him just fuck you right there on the desk. Soft moans escape past your lips, Alastor’s name and incoherent sentences falling from your tongue as he began thrusted into you roughly. The entire desk shook, your fingernails grip the table so harshly that your knuckles turned white.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the warehouse. The straps to your brassiere fell from the sudden movements, making your breast nearly poke out from their fabric cage. You couldn’t help but be turned on by Alastor’s low grunts and you could only imagine what face he was making right now. Was his sweat beading down his face? Was he tossing his head back because of how good you were making him feel?

"Fuck, you’re so perfect," Alastor eyes never left your back as he watched you toss your head back in pleasure, he took that as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in your hair, yanking your hand back so he could lean down bite down on your earlobe. His breath hot and heavy in your ear, "It’s like your body was made for me, wouldn’t you say so?”

You could only moan at his works, his hand adorning your neck to choke you as he continued to fuck you with reckless abandon. His tight hold on your skin made your breathing ragged and stars blind your vision as your cunt leaks your arousal onto his cock that was fucking you right into the table.

"Look at you," Alastor hooks one arm under your right knee, lifting it up onto thr e table so he could go impossibly deeper inside your greedy pussy. The sound of your slick arousal making your whole body heat up with a needy ache that only he could cure, “You’re so drunk off the pleasure my little doe, you’re practically drooling.”

Alastor puts his thumb in your mouth, pressing it against the flat of your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it to suck on it eagerly. This was so unbecoming of you. In a few days, and couple of meetings you had fully succumbed to the charm of Alastor. He had drooling and shaking with a pleasure you didn’t even seem possible. Was this what you had been missing now that you were a woman now? Was this love between a man and woman? Because if so, it was addicting now that you had a generous taste of it.

"A-Alastor!" You moaned out, clenching around him as you felt that familiar feeling of being pushed closer and closer to edge, "Please! I can’t—"

“You can,” Alastor slowed down his rough thrust with a grin, making you whine as you felt your nearing orgasm slowly retreat from you. You turned your head, cheek smushed against the table as you looked up at him with a whimper, "and you will, mon chère.”

You were melting into his fiery touches. Practically sobbing out in want, begging him to give you that release you so desperately needed.

Pleased with your tears and pleading eyes, Alastor pulled his hips back only to snap them forward harshly. He watched his cock disappear into your tight hole, your pussy sucking him in perfectly, stretching wide to accommodate his size. Alastor brought his thumb to circle your swollen clit at a pace that matched his thrusts.

His words brought you over the edge, making you cum all over his cock that he was still pistoling inside you to chase his own release. You mewled out at the overstimulation, tears leaving your eyes as you brought your hand back in a poor attempt to stop him but Alastor was going to force another orgasm out of you whether you liked it or not, "Al—! W-Wait!"

"One more, my dear," Alastor’s southern drawl made you shiver as you arched your back, toes curling as you let out a pleasurable scream when you came again. Your essence coating his cock and the beautiful sight of your dazed face sent Alastor over the edge. He pulled out, pumping his length quickly as he came into your stomach, painting a few spots of your skin white with his seed.

You shudder when you felt Alastor place a sweet kiss on to the new forming bruises along your neck, his large hands gliding across your skin as you come down from your state of euphoria, basking in the afterglow of sex.

Alastor tilt your head up, sweat beading down both of your foreheads before you lean in to kiss him in your dazed state. He deepened the kiss rather quickly, savoring the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth. As you both share a sloppy yet passionate kiss, you felt your heart tug in a way that made you feel like a lovesick school girl. In that moment you realized that you’d follow Alastor to the ends of the earth if he asked you two. It was a silent contract, a deal you couldn’t break now that your souls were intertwined.

"Is my daughter still requesting tea?" Your mother walks into the kitchen with a silk feathered robe on. The maid who was making your tea, and hiding your secret, nearly froze at the sound of her employer's voice. It was past ten o'clock and usually your mother was in bed by now, "I asked you a question, girl."

"Uh, yes Mrs.Duvalier," The maid turns ever so slightly to bow her head respectively before continuing to prepare the tea, "My apologies, I couldn't hear you over the whistling tea pot."

"Hm," Your mother raised in eyerbrow in suspicion but covered it with a small smile as she took the tea tray from the servants hands, "Allow me to take this to my daughter, I've been meaning to check up on her."

"You shouldn't worry yourself Mrs.Duvalier, it is just a cold." The maid tried move past your mother but she stepped in the way, her voice now cold and but more demanding as she looks upon the maid as if she were nothing mote than a fly to swat away.

"Nonsense," Your mother bit back, "There is nothing like a mother's touch. Allow me."

Your mother, driven not only by suspicion but genuine concern, sought to care for you. Despite occasional harshness, her actions stemmed from love, with you as her paramount motivation. As she ascended the stairs with grace, she found herself in front of your door hesitant a bit to knock but she overcomes the nerves after a a moment. Knocking on your door with a tray of tea in hand, she hoped for a heartfelt conversation, "Dearest, I brought you your tea. Can I come in?"

Silence.

“(Y/N), if you're upset, understand that everything I do is for your well-being.”

No response echoed behind the door.

“Very well, I'm entering to discuss whatever troubles you." The door swung open to reveal an empty, untouched room.

A sudden realization swept over your mother as she observed the pristine room. It dawned on her that you had managed to slip away unnoticed, sneaking out without leaving a trace. Your mother's anger intensified as the pieces fell into place – the early leave from dinner, the tea, and a lying maid. It struck her that you had not only sneaked out, but you had snuck out likely to be with Alastor. It only fueled her frustration at the audacity of such actions.

"Corinne!" Your mother yelled out for her personally maid, the one who also oversees everything in the house. After being in your mother's employment for twenty years, your mother not only saw her as one of her best maids but a dear friend.

Corinne hurried up the steps from the servants quarters, wearing nothing but a nightgown and clutching an oil lamp between her fingers, "Mrs.Duvalier! What is wrong!?"

"It appears my daughter has slipped from our fingers," The calmness in your mother's voice made Corinne shiver as she glanced into the empty room.

"Shall I call the police?" Corinne asks with worry, "She shouldn't be out so late. There is a killer still on the loose. I'll ring for help and then we can start a search party-"

"No," your mother glowered, her expression exuding an anger even the devil himself might cower from. "Dismiss every maid, and have new ones in place by 9 am tomorrow. As for my daughter…" A sigh escaped her lips as she closed your bedroom door with a sharp glare. "The fewer people who know of this, the better. She will return on her own accord, and when she does, I'll make sure to put that girl on a leash."

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Pt 2 of my Hazbin redesigns! More are on the way! (Adam is getting a RE-redesign soon!)

"Shi-" Alastor started and cut off, staring at his now broken radio staff, automatically before Adam sent another attack infused with holy magic at him hitting him straight on the chest. The attack sent him flying hitting the wall behind him as a result. Alastor knew that with this wound on him he wouldn't be able to get back into the fight unless he wishes to die.

Adam flew closer to Alastor laughing about to end him as Alastor himself prepares to give a little speech before retreating himself. But, before either of them could do that, a blur of white and red punched Adam straight in the face. It was Lucifer, he was in full demon form wings, horns, tail, the works.

And Alastor could only stare in shock before Lucifer screamed at Adam full of rage, "Get away from him! Only I get to fuck this deer, bitch!" Silence, absolute silence. Alastor himself is also confused and shocked.

Meanwhile with the Vee's

"WHAT?! What do you mean only you get to fuck the radio demon Lucifer?!" Screams of rage came from Vox as he went through it and proceeded to have a mental breakdown.

Back to the warzone

Charlie finally realised what her dad was trying to say and murmured under her breath, "Fuck WITH dad, you forgot the with." Long suffering groans from Charlie.

Listen. Narratively, for the show, Lucifer stepping in to save Charlie and fighting for his daughter, *chefs kiss* it's perfect.

But my shippy little heart, I can't help it,

Imagine if he'd arrives, not quite in time to stop Alastor getting his ass beat, but just before Alastor has to retreat, so instead of Alastor phasing to the shadows, Lucifer just sucker punches Adam before he can land that killing blow, and Alastor's just sitting there like, like a, pfft, like a deer in the headlights as the lightbringer comes to his rescue!!!!

And of course Lucifer says like, "Hey! nobody fucks that deer but me!"

Charlie facepalming: it's fucks WITH, dad....

And idk you'd have to rewrite so much but, God I would read so much fic of that,,,,,

I heard there’s a Radioapple kissing train on Twitter. Naturally I had to join

Y’all I’m totally a hyper fixation writer, I’ll post a bunch about my current obsession then move on, which is a terrible habit (since I need to finish part three of my little snowflake) BUT to get back into writing I’m gonna write about my current fixation HAZBIN HOTEL/HELLUVA BOSS.

*Fair warning I don’t know if I did the characters justice with this one, kinda all over the place.

Let’s do some headcannons shall we?

Y!Lucifer x Fizzarolli’s sibling headcannon + short imagine

(+Platonic Fizzarolli)

~ You guys would meet at one of Ozzie’s many parties that I’m sure he hosts for all of hell’s rulers or prominent figure’s.

~It had been you and Fizzarolli against the world for a while. Ever since the explosion at the circus, you guys took to sticking together, rarely forming connections with anybody.

~He was the first to branch out, moving in with Asmodeus once they got together. He brought you along with him, of course he couldn’t leave his favorite person behind.

~ You still had your doubts, after all you had trusted Blitzø more than anyone (besides your brother)

~You did make up with him after he explained but the idea that miscommunication can make you hate someone you’ve known your entire life? Terrifying.

~Anyways, it was a pretty packed night at Ozzie’s. Everybody who was anybody showed up to make connections, meet up with friends, and have a little fun.

~You weren’t much of a party person which was pretty inconvenient for someone living in the Lust district of hell.

~ But Fizz had promised if you went to this you could choose the next activity (which would be something he absolutely hated meaning anything where he would have to sit still)

~ You had been walking around the rooms edges, observing the people more than partying yourself.

~ That’s when Lucifer walked in. Most of the crowd turned to look at him, because although he did reside in pride he was the King of Hell himself, fallen Angel, etcétera etcétera.

~He was nervous of course, he rarely left his castle let alone Pride. But, with him recently reconciling with Charlie, he figured he should reconcile with some old friends.

-Which led him straight to the leader of Lust himself.

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Lucifer walked over to the tall figure that was Asmodeus, who was more interested in making sure his boyfriend was having a goodnight compared to anything else, although he kept a occasional eye out for you, making sure no one was being invasive.

“H-Hey buddy!” Lucifer called out as he approached like a nervous child knowing they had screwed up and were about to be scolded.

Asmodeus turned to look at him, giving him a small glare before shooting up (not before holding onto his love tightly).

“Where have you been short king? Watching only you fight that asshole Adam on tv was the closest I’ve got to seeing you in years.” Asmodeus said as he approached the small man.

Lucifer chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck shrugging, knowing that he didn’t have much of a reason other than his own anxiety.

“Oh you know been here and there, whose this?” He spoke before changing the subject, pointing at Fizzarolli who became slightly nervous. Of course he was always good at putting on a show but meeting the king of hell was as nerve wracking as it gets, he was half hoping that Striker would show up and take him out of the situation.

But he had no where to go.

“This is the absolute love of my life, Fizzarolli.” Asmodeus spoke, not even stuttering as he talked proudly about his love.

Fizzarolli waved albeit a little awkwardly but shook that off and forced himself to he confident, and what the best way to do that then bring his sibling to his side

“Y/N!!” He yelled as he saw them along the edge of the room drinking something as they looked at their watch counting the minutes until they could leave.

They looked up as they heard their brother’s voice and walked towards them, not noticing the King whose eyes were very close to turning into hearts.

His mouth was open a little and Asmodeus reached to close it with a small chuckle.

Lucifer had never seen someone like you before. Even Lilith couldn’t amount to your beauty. He felt something taking place in his heart, digging its roots in and refusing to leave. Albeit he didn’t want it to.

His eyes never left you as you got close and Fizz wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in. Lucifer looked at him mildly jealous before covering it up.

“This is Y/N, my sibling” He introduced theatrically, waving an arm in the air and bowing as if you weren’t blushing from embarrassment already.

Lucifer shook away his nervousness and unknowingly let out a sigh of relief that you guys were not together.

He held out a hand as a greeting. You put your hand in his expecting a hand shake, but he pulled it up to his lips and kissed your hand gently as you blushed.

“Lucifer Magne, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” He spoke with a sort a awe in his tone. You froze slightly, hearing the name calling of the king of hell come out of his mouth.

This was the king of hell?!

Of course you’d seen glimpses of him on tv but not enough to be able to pick him out of a crowd.

“O-Oh” you stuttered out as you bow nervously. He shook his head and gently lead you up.

“You don’t have to bow… I mean you’ll be royalty someday.” He muttered out the last part as if he didn’t just meet you. After all the obsession has set in and he didn’t want it or you to go anywhere.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli shared a look, a small smirk mirrored between them at the sight of the two. After all they could feel the tension between them rolling off in waves, not fully grasping the distinct look in Lucifer’s eyes, as if he was itching to reach out and hold you.

“Why don’t you two go dance hmm? Get to know each other a little?” Asmodeus suggested in his smooth tone. Fizzarolli couldn’t tell if he wanted you to find someone or not. After all you have always been together, and yes he has someone, but if you did too, would you leave him and move in with them?

He was thinking over too much. Who’s to say you liked Lucifer? And even if you did get together you wouldn’t leave for awhile right?

Not if Lucifer had any choice in it. You’d be moved into pride by the end of the month.

And this was a New Year’s Eve party.

But What of Eve?

Adam x Fem!Reader x Lucifer

Platonic Angel Dust x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is Eve. After she eats the apple (and I don’t know the full story so some things might be a little off) and she is betrayed by both of those she held dear, she is sent down to hell where she gains a demon form and a few new powers.

Warning: Angst

I think this song fits the story well

-Living in a world where you were the cause of it’s torture was certainly not Eve’s Y/N’s dream.

-She was supposed to populate the earth, being Adam’s oh so loving wife and serve heaven.

-That was until Lucifer came, enticing her with the apple under false pretense of love (well she considered it to be platonic, but him? not so much) as well as the ideals of free will.

-So she ate it. Well she took one measley bite and everything went to well… hell.

-Adam despised her, claiming she cheated on him and that she was unfaithful to him and their purpose.

-She begged to stay and fulfill the purpose but she was tossed aside and replaced by a woman called Lilith.

-Eve was tossed into heaven. Her pure energy coating her, transforming her into a demon like persona.

-Now having black wings against her back as black horns protruded out of her head. She maintained a rather human like appearance compared to others in hell, that was getting increasingly more populated.

-Once Lucifer and Lilith were cast down as rulers, she made sure they wouldn’t even get a mere idea that she was living there as well.

-She even changed her name. determining Y/N was a better fit, someone who wasn’t going to be ruled by heaven or hells ideals of greater purposes. After all what had heaven it this glorious purpose done for her?

-Adam admittedly looked for her when he arrived in heaven. Lucifer having mentioned to him about how he lied about everything, at least about the fact that she returned his feelings part, and blamed Adam casting his own wife out.

-Adam figured there was no soul more pure than hers but with the apple the higher ups of heaven determined she wouldn’t not be fit for it. Or they just didn’t want their mistakes out.

-Y/N lived in a small apartment, her powers that were ingrained into her when she fell allowed her to… persuade people. If she pushed her power out just a little bit people would do whatever she said or heal herself or others. She didn’t want to steal from people but you can’t exactly get a job in hell when trying to remain low profile.

-After thousands of hers she did eventually meet a friend. Angel Dust.

-She had been walking around a less populated area and spotted him in an alleyway, leaned against the wall with a look of pain on his face.

-Y/N approached cautiously, which of course he noticed. Even in his pain ridden state.

-She questioned nicely if she could help and he swore that he saw a halo floating above her head at that moment, but that might’ve been the blood loss (and no it wasn’t actually a halo but the idea of someone caring for him wasn’t a common occurrence)

-Right now it was between dying alone in an alley way or letting some supposedly kind stranger help him. He was always a sucker for people who reminded him of his sister so he said yes.

-Y/N smiles slightly as a purple glow fell from her hand. Angel felt his wounds close up and the blood almost felt like it was flowing back into his body. He usually was high but he was sober enough after living at the hotel for awhile to know that it wasn’t a trick of the eye.

-That started their budding friendship. They would go shopping and he sometimes would go to her apartment to get patched up, watch tv, or just have a gossip session.

-That was until extermination day approached.

-At the request of his friend, Angel didn’t tell the people of the hotel about her powers or about who she was. She had told him one night on a whim as he explained his situation with Valentino. If he would tell Y/N all of this she didn’t feel it right to hide a secret like this. And she trusted him.

-But after Alastor’s shield was taken down and Adam began to attack Charlie, he couldn’t help but call out of fear.

-Y/N got his call and a part of her wished to pretend he didn’t say it. Pretend that Adam wasn’t in hell and that Lucifer was locked away in his castle. Which he was, but not for long.

-But after being alive this long maybe it was time to fight for something she wanted, and that was to keep her best friend (well more so older brother even if he was younger) and his friends safe. So to the hotel she went.

-Lucifer and Adam were fighting on the roof top, well more so above the roof top, of the hotel. Lucifer was winning as he shifted from one form to the next as he bragged about taking both of Adam’s ex-wives, although now with Charlie, he did have some regrets.

-Conveniently that’s when Y/N showed up.

-Angel had lit up at the sight of her, albeit some worry, and rushed her over asking if she needed a weapon. But she held up a sword made of angelic steal (which she wasn’t planning on using) and walked up to the roof.

-“Really Lucifer? More of these lies?” She called out and both of the men froze what they were doing at her voice and saw her standing there. The horns and wings being the only difference from their earth’s Eve.

-They both were shocked and Adam flew at her slowly as she backed away with a look of slight despair on her face. She wanted to protect Angel and his friends, but she wouldn’t kill. All these years in hell hasn’t changed that.

-“You’re here.” Adam spoke in awe as he reached a hand out but she moved his hand away. Lucifer didn’t know what to do.

-He did love her, more so then he loved Lilith, but he wasn’t ready to stand up for what he believed in nor was he ready to be deemed an outcast. So he was a coward and let her take the fall (get it the fall?)

-The two angels stood in front of her, it was like time had fallen still. The exterminador angels still continued to fight but were quickly losing as the loss of instruction from Adam and Lute (who Vaggie temporarily benched)

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“Eve-“ Adam spoke but she held up a hand to silence him and remarkably he did.

“It’s Y/N now. Now please, call off the attack and leave. I’ve had enough of this for a lifetime.” Y/N spoke as she motioned to the area around her, so full of hatred and seeping with heavens lies of virtue.

Lucifer was the next one to step forward, tears slightly gathered in his eyes but he worked to push them away.

“You’ve been here the entire time? Why didn’t you-“ he began but was cut off as she scoffed in disbelief.

“After what happened? You left me to die Lucifer. Standing by as they cast me from heaven under false pretenses that you created. I was just a game to you! Someone you could test.” She took a step forward as she looked into his eyes, he could feel the hurt radiating off her in waves. Then she turned towards Adam who took a step back at the look in her eyes.

“And you! You were my husband, even if we weren’t the only ones on earth, I would’ve chosen you time and time again. Just because I wanted to taste freedom didn’t mean that I was any less faithful. I never did anything to make you think otherwise.” Y/N finished and the two men looked away ashamed at what they’ve done in their life and past lives. Even as time went on regret filled them, and seeing her standing before them made it feel like it was all happening again.

“So Adam” Y/N began and they felt her voice amplifying through their veins and taking residence in their heads but only Adam would follow the next request. “Take your angels and little pet Lute, and get out of here.” Her voice remained steady as his eyes clouded over before calling off his fleet of angels, opening a portal signaling them to return to heaven.

They filed back through the portal, even Lute who hovered at the entrance of it, holding her arm as she watched Adam stand there.

“I hope that you are fulfilled with what you guys have done. That includes you Lucifer. Now go.” At the end of the sentence a tear falls and she watched as Adam reluctantly goes back to heaven, his body not allowing him to do anything but.

Lucifer stood there silently, accepting that things would never be like they used to. Their talks of all his creations and watching the sun as the earth lit up each and every morning without fail.

“My job here is done.” Y/N walked away as she made her way back downstairs to check on Angel. But her wrist was grabbed.

“I’m so sorry. I know nothing can ever make up for what I’ve done. I’ve changed I swear I have. I realized how badly I treated you and I could never live it down. It was one of my greatest mistakes.” He wanted to say that he was in a fit of jealously, that she was binder to Adam and not him but he decided to keep that to himself knowing it wasn’t an excuse.

She looked at him sadly and her heart swelled knowing this was better than anything he could’ve said. All she ever hoped for was that one day he’d realize what he’d done and here he was, admitting it to her face.

“I’m happy for you Lucifer. Truly.”

It took her walking away and checking on Angel before he came to his senses and went after her, but by the time he was there she was gone.

Just a name in the wind as he called out to her

He could feel the remnants of her presence floating in the air around him, the idea that she is so close but yet so far tore at his heart.

But she wasn’t there to make him feel better about what happened or get revenge. She was there for herself.

Because now she felt accomplished. Y/N needed to share her side of the story and see if they seemed to regret what they’ve done and not revel in the fact they destroyed her life. (Forgoing Lucifer bringing it up in the fight)

All she wanted to see was Angels change their ways, and they did.

They truly did.

Now it was time to find her purpose.

Hazbin hotel drawings (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

Finally done with the backdrop for the convention ☆

(Original screenshot from the show just edited out some characters)

POV: You're Mimzy >:) 🍎🦌

redrew this frame from "Hell's Greatest Dad" in my artstyle

should i make more? hmm i might hehe

He's so cute

I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR LUCIFER. I WOULD 10000% SELL MY SOUL TO ALASTOR. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.