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*Y/n kicks down door* "wake up you sexy bitch it's time to sin", lucifer recation ?

Let’s see how this turns out and let’s have another male reader. I apologize if this is short, writer’s block is being a pain

Waking Up The Sexy Devil To Cause Some Trouble

You walk towards your shared room with your Devil of a boyfriend. Even though his kind doesn’t sleep, he likes to rest his eyes.

You kick the door open, making Lucifer jolt up and wave his arms around. “Wake up, you sexy bitch, it’s time to sin!” He gives you a deadpan look. You return with a big smile.

“Well, let’s go!” You move your arms towards the door, meaning that you two should go now.

Lucifer gets up from the bed whilst groaning. He stomps in his spot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Wow, I can feel the love.” You place a hand on your chest.

A yelp escapes from you as your body gets thrown over Lucifer’s shoulder. “We can do some sins now and we can do another one later on in the bedroom.”

“Cool.” You nod and letting your boyfriend do his thing.

I saw the Floyd request and I thought of rook hunt in hasbin hotel.

Rip Alastor his privacy he now became the hunted the both speaking French .

Imagine rook talking about angel dust his inner beauty is making him feel loved every day saying something positive.

And Charlie and vaggie getting put on romantic dates by rook and lucifer and rook seeing them ta about how beautiful love is.

Gender : GN

Pronouns : no real pronouns used(sometimes they/them)

Character : Alastor, general headcanon

Message from Raccoon : I was also thinking of a rook!reader while writing the Floyd!Reader tbh.

TW : ROOK!READER, a little suggestive

The Demon Of Hunt, a very strong overlord who knows everything about everyone. A predator whose prey are doomed to die.

They aren't a demon you want to mess with, you don't want to be their prey.

In their lifetime a very famous hunter living in a small village, in their death The Demon Of Hunt, the hunter everyone is afraid of.

Alastor

He met you when he was still killing overlords.

“Now, isn’t that a rather crude way of killing ?” You asked behind him.

How long have you been behind Alastor ? He has no idea.

“Oh ! And what a beautiful deer tail you have there ! C'est magnifique !” You say, touching Alastor's deer tail; ignoring the fact that you had just seen him kill an overlord.

He straight up hated you.

But he also found you interesting, especially when you could see through all his attacks.

Boring, but entertaining.

After that, you didn't let him go.

You followed him, stalking him, wherever he went.

Like a predator with its prey, observing it before killing it.

When he left for 7 years, he finally thought he had lost you…

You followed him.

For 7 fucking years he had to stay with you.

Even 8V>× didn't want to make a contract with you after seeing how weird you were.

Not to mention all the times you talked about love…

*add a disgusted Alastor*

You interfered in his life and never left, even though he tried to reject you.

And let's not even talk about your strange comments…

"Oh ! I wonder what red deer would taste like for dinner ! Or maybe a red wendigo ! Qu'en pense tu, Alastor ?"

“Red deer ?” *remembers that he is, technically, some sort of red deer/wendigo as a demon.* "Ha ha ! Stay 100km/h away from me."

When you arrived at the hotel, Alastor finally felt free ! After all his years of being the stolkant, you finally left him alone !

Well, not always, after all you would never leave your prey friend alone for too long, but you weren't with him all the time.

Alastor won't lie, not being with you 24/7 after so long was weird…

He finally had privacy-

100% complained to Rosie about you.

“And they never gave me space !” -Alastor

"Really ?" -Rosie

"Well, I'll give him some time alone. For the bathroom." -Rook!Reader, arriving out of nowhere behind Alastor.

Although Alastor considers you as a menace, there are times when he is grateful to you and to be your friend.

Like those rare times of weakness, when you helped him feel better, reassured him. It was the rare times he was grateful to have you as a friend.

I just know that when you want to talk about something private/you don't want others to hear you, you speak French.

Although sometimes you just do it to piss off other people.

"Mon cher cerf préférer ! Al' ! Je viens de découvrir quelque chose sur Vox, tu vas pas y croire !"

"Je vais préparer le thé, après tu me racontera."

You turn all Overlord meetings from boring to interesting meetings.

During meetings, you had the habit of telling everyone's secrets (except Alastor's secrets, bestie privilege), and always the most interesting ! Like this time you said you saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator !

*After the song Respectless.* "Actually, mes chers amis, it is possible, or not, that I saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator with her shoes. C'était un combat splendide !"

General Headcanon

You don't let anyone have privacy.

They know it, but they can't say anything.

Angel Dust suffered the most of that, he saw you during one of his shoots watching him in the shadows.. It was terrifying.

“Just try to be sexy.” -Valentino looking at Angel Dust during a shoot.

"Oh, mais mon cher, he's sexy enough like this ! Take off the underwear and people will love it !" -Rook!Reader behind Valentino, coming out of nowhere.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" *Add Valentino's scream of terror.*

You comforted Angel after each shoot, cheering him up in a more or less suspicious ways.

You call Angel Dust by his real name, Anthony. You are the only one in the hotel who knows his real name and calls him like that.

Angel Dust is sort of happy that someone thinks of him as Anthony and not Angel Dust.

Valentino hates you, as do all Vees and all the demons.

Lucifer found you weird the first time he meet you, and knowing your reputation, it was normal, but in the end you got along really well.

You 🤝 Lucifer = make Charlie and Vaggie have romantic dates by candlelight.

“Ah, youthful love ! Que c'est beau !”

“I miss the love of youth..” (in a dramatically way)

Did I mention that you and Lucifer are and always will be drama queens ?

You and Lucifer are just THAT bestie duo that everyone wants to be.

I can so see you having these dinners for two in fancy restaurants while being platonic. You say the most romantic things, speaking in French, and Lucifer joins you in those moments, doing the same.

"Oh, mon chéri, you look beautiful tonight ! Even more brilliant than usual !"

"Oh, I should be the one to tell you that ! You look beyond stunning tonight in that costume !"

You are trending on the networks.

Every. Fucking. Days.

On the networks, there are 3 teams; those who ship Lucifer x Rook!Reader, those who ship Alastor x Rook!Reader, and those who say you are a hopelessromantic and/or aromantic.

They have hilarious debates that you love to join for just fuck all and everyone.

"Well, it's true that Monsieur Alastor is quite handsome, but Lucifer ? Oh, je ne sais même pas ou commencer a son sujet !" -Rook!Reader on the networks screwing up between the teams, always changing the place between Lucifer and Alastor.

You are a star in all the circles of hell fr.

One day, Charlie asked you if you were dating her father after seeing what you were doing/writing on internet.

You answered some shit like "As much as I would love to be with him, je ne pourrais qu'en rêver. He is far too good and handsome man for a simple sinner like me."

Vaggie doesn't trust you, not in a million of eons.

Sir Pentious asked if you had a death wish after he saw you touch Alastor's deer ears…

"Oh, to die by the hand of such a magnifique et servant gentleman ! What an honor that would be !"

Sir Pentious has never seen Alastor back away from someone so fast before-

Niffty like you. You regularly complimented her on her work and her beauty.

Husk, on the contrary, doesn't like you.

He had to endure you and Alastor's shit for too long, 7 years without both of you wasn't enough.

You intrude into people's intimate moments.

And by people, I mean Husk and Anthony.

Imagine Husk and Angel Dust, just being quietly alone, a super romantic moment, and then, you pop in between the two…

But sometimes when you compliment them (one time per day), they like you.

I like to think that the Tik Tok hell version is like the one of the living, with people doing random ship. And Rook!Reader live for that.

✮☆✮☆✮ 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥... ꒰NSFW + FLUFF꒱

𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬: GENDER NEUTRAL SMUT AHSHHSHS. But I might have accidentally made it a little more male reader smut,sorry :^

Also,some poly with MC x Lucifer x Lord Diavolo!!! (Everyone is dating)(I also made some only male reader smut headcanons with no prounous as a small Pride Month special and because I've been meaning to do it) I'M JUST PLANNING SOMETHING A LIL LONGER AND I WANT YOU TO HAVE A BIT OF SMUT BEFORE THAT

These are just some silly little HCs before I make something longer + Late Pride Month specials :>

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⚠️𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺:⚠️ MENTIONS OF CUM,BLOWJOB (GIVING AND RECEIVING),BEGGING,REQUESTING MASTURBATING

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺: Fluff,Lime,and Smut

─────── ꒰ 𖹭 ꒱ ───────

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

(No prounous)

Drunk Lucifer, who will kiss you with so much desperation. You could hear his hics as he hung his arms around your chest and laughs about how stupid his brothers are or another cute human thing you did or cry about how much work he has to do.

Drunk Lucifer, who will flirt with you and act like you aren't dating already. He'll tell you about dates you've already went on,or perhaps he'll spoil some of his new plans as he kisses you in-between sentences,he just keeps on being desperate but you're not sure how he got drunk.

Drunk Lucifer who is ten times more affectionate than usual towards you and will either jump on your lap or he'll sloppily drag you onto his lap while he raises his wine glass,cheering about how his partner is the best (Not to mention better than everyone elses).

Drunk Lucifer who whisper words of affection and little bits of your favourite song into your ear (perhaps messing up the pronunciation if it's in a foreign language) and talking about how grateful he is to have you and how much he takes pride in being your lover while spins you around gently because he gets some sudden energy out of excitement of having you so close to him. Like a big,prideful puppy.

Drunk Lucifer, who will do any activity you want. He'll watch anime and say, "He's not as cute as you." And tell you about how you're the cutest and better than everyone and the most perfect person for him,and in general.

Drunk Lucifer,who falls on you and pushes the hair out of your face to kiss your forehead.

─────── ꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───────

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

(No prounous)

Drunk Lucifer,who praises you and Lord Diavolo as you two carry him out of his chair to lay him in his bed while the three of you cuddle up in his lap. Lucifer giggles and hugs the two of you as you and Lord Diavolo cuddle up.

Drunk Lucifer,who talks to Mammon about how much he loves his partners and how much he adores and simps after them. Pulling the camera, Satan is using closer to him so he can tell everyone and Devilgram how much he wants to cuddle and kiss them,calmly,but you can hear the affection in his words and hics "I love *hic* Dia and MC soooooo much.. look at how cute and troublesome they areee..! Dragging me to do *hic* stuff.. *hic* Marry meeee."

─────── ꒰ ❦ ꒱ ───────

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

(No prounous)

Drunk Lucifer,who will giggle when he sees your whimpering face,begging him while he touches your sex and puts his mouth on it and licks the precum off of it.

Drunk Lucifer,who will ask you if you want some wine while he's shoving his dick into your ass while he bits your neck occasionally,just to satisfy you a little. You would roll your eyes and laugh at his suggestion,but you're too busy being overestimulated

Drunk Lucifer,who will lick the wine off of his mouth while he looks down on you sucking his dick.

Drunk Lucifer,who's eyes roll back in pleasure when you suck his cock and praises you as he let's out an embarrassingly loud moan

Drunk Lucifer,who slams you into the bed as he kisses you

─────── ꒰ ❦ ꒱ ───────

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒

(No prounous)

Drunk Lucifer,who suddenly opens your legs and gives your cock a long,wet lick. But then he'll start with kissing your tip,then licks it gently before flipping you over and slowly putting it in only to pound into you.

Drunk Lucifer,who asks you to touch your cock so he can drink and get a show

Drunk Lucifer,who needs your cock so desperately he goes down on his knees,begging you with a drunk smile to please as he 'charmingly' puts his arms out like a showman. Sort of reminding you of a Yoidere.

A Day that Should be Celebrated

Its time to celebrate Lucifer's birthday! I think the date is fitting tbh.

Characters: Lucifer

CW: Angst, Internalized homophobia (from hunter)

Theme: Lucifer's birthday!

Reader: Male reader

A/U: None

Premise: Its time to celebrate Lucifer's birthday!

THIS IS SFW

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Lucifer didn’t really enjoy his birthday. He thought it wasted time and took his attention away from work that needed to be done. So it was to no one’s surprise that he was scowling the whole time. Of course this idea was a collective one with you, the brothers, and Diavolo.

Diavolo did most of the work on distracting Lucifer to keep him out of the House of Lamentation. You and the seven brothers decorated the house in colors and things that Lucifer seemed to enjoy. You took on the baking with Beel and Belphie’s “help”.

Belphie was just sleeping on the counter and Beel was fighting you to eat the batter. Satan had to peel Beel off of you just so you could finish on time. Solomon, Luke, Barbatos, and Simeon came a bit later so as to not cause any suspicion.

Barbatos helped you try to finish most of the dishes while telling Solomon to go do other things that were very important for the party. Simeon joined the others to help set up table decorations and to help lay out the snacks. He had encouraged Luke to join him but Luke wanted to stay with you.

You were glad to have him help with the decorating. Sure having a surprise party was a bit cliche but it was the only way to give Lucifer a birthday party. You all finished just before Lucifer had come back. Diavolo couldn’t keep Lucifer preoccupied for too long because Lucifer was becoming suspicious.

What was he supposed to think with his brothers home alone in the house with each other? Lucifer expected to find the ashes of where his home once stood with his brothers and you outside. However that wasn’t the case, much to Lucifer’s relief.

However he was met with the bright faces of his brothers, you, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, and Luke staring at him with Diavolo by his side. Everyone then surrounded Lucifer, who had a confused face. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCIFER!”

He finally made the connection as to why everyone was here, and why Diavolo was keeping him out of the house. Lucifer was a bit irked. He didn’t really remember his own birthday. He didn’t want to remember it.

Not because there were any bad memories tied to it, but he’s already had so many the day became so bland. You dragged Lucifer to the table and sat him down at the head of the table while everyone else took their seats surrounding him.

He was just going along with everything. It was only because you were there. Without you, and if anyone pulled this he would have been upset. Lucifer was trying to find a reason for why he was okay with it, but he couldn’t find one.

You were lighting the candles, and Lucifer was left to make conversation with Diavolo and his brothers. The candles were arranged to be a rainbow that said ‘Happy Birthday’ on it all because Diavolo took you to the human world to pick up some things and gave you puppy dog eyes until you gave in.

It was really cute though; the candles. Usually the candles would be the age or there would be a set amount on the cake but you didn’t know how old Lucifer was, and assuming he was older than the average human would be a fire hazard.

Everyone was silent as you carried out the cake that you, Barbatos, and Luke all collectively worked on. You started to sing happy birthday and all the guests started to sing along. Lucifer seemed so shocked at the seeming effort put into a day that he didn’t really care about.

But seeing you being illuminated by the flames as you walked over slowly as to not trip, it was enchanting to Lucifer. A soft smile graced his lips as you set the cake in front of him and everyone anticipated for him to blow out the candles.

As he did everyone cheered. Lucifer was a bit irked by the loud noise, but he knew it was all in good faith. They were all happy for him, especially you. He thinks your smile was the best gift for his birthday, and he didn’t expect anything else. However Asmo was really eager to give Lucifer all of the gifts everyone had brought him, and Mammon was ready to see what he could steal.

However you kept Mammon on a tight hypothetical “leash” so he didn’t take anything. Lucifer seemed to enjoy the gifts he was receiving because he would hum after opening each one. However none were what he really wanted.

If there was this party then he might as well want something for his special day. As the festivities went on, Lucifer always had you with him by his side. He would refuse unless you were there with him. There were plenty of party games and such, but most only lasted for a few moments before an argument broke out.

It became a pattern and it was irritating Lucifer. His interest in this party was becoming lower and lower. He had decided to leave the main area and into his room. It took you a bit to realize that Lucifer left your side.

You looked around the main area, as you went unnoticed by the group since they were focused on Asmo and Mammon fighting. Then you walked out into the hallway calling for Lucifer. When you didn’t receive any form of response you walked to the one place he might be.

You walked to the door that opened to Lucifer’s room; he was slouched over his desk working on some paperwork. You walked up to him and hugged his back. You felt him freeze but melt in your embrace. 

“What do you need Y/n?”

He didn’t look up to meet your gaze, still keeping his focus on what he was working on. 

“I wanna know why you left your own party.”

Lucifer sighed. Did you really not understand? Or did you just want him to admit his feelings to you? 

“I think you know why.”

You tried to pretend to think deeply, but you really did know why. But you didn’t say anything, causing Lucifer’s eyes to furrow into a frown. You grabbed his hand and he looked at you confused. He thought you were going to take him back to the party. 

“Where are we going Y/n?”

You looked at him with a soft smile, and brought your other hand to your lips making a ‘shh’ face.

“It’s a secret Lucifer. The walls have ears.”

Lucifer chuckled at the joke, it was true though. He didn’t want his brothers to come and ruin this moment. He craved a moment alone with you. If it were up to him that would be how the party started out. Just you and him spending time together.

You took Lucifer to a small clearing and it was quite late. The stars were shining so bright, it illuminated your features in an enchanting way. He was taken aback by the scenery that complimented you. He felt his heart flutter, which was rare.

This was what he wanted. Truly for his birthday, all Lucifer wanted was a moment like this with you. 

Lucifer did something unexpected. He pulled you in and kissed you deeply. Under the stars it was a romantic scene. As if it were out of a movie. He held your face in his hands, gently.

Lucifer relished in this moment with you. You were blushing deeply. You didn't think Lucifer would do this. Once you two pulled away from the kiss you gave Lucifer a confused look.

"What was that for?"

You're tone was more of a soft surprise. Lucifer held you close as he whispered in your ear.

"It's what I truly wanted for my birthday."

You blushed again feeling flustered. You hugged Lucifer back.

"Happy birthday Luci."

He hummed. You were the only one who could use that nickname without any repercussions. You two just hugged each other for a good five minutes.

The two of you sat on the grass as Lucifer held you close. He didn't want to let you go. You ended up falling asleep on his chest. After a bit, Lucifer picked you up and brought you back to The House of Lamentation.

He noticed how everyone was sleeping in their rooms. He also saw how the house was a mess and made a mental note to have everyone help clean up in the morning.

Lucifer gently placed you down on his bed as he covered you with his jacket. You're sleeping from seemed so cute to him. Lucifer blushed as he turned his gaze to the small stack of paper on his desk.

He sighed. He should be doing his paperwork. However he laid down on his bed holding you close to him again.

"Thank you Y/n, for a wonderful birthday this year. I love you."

Lucifer kissed your head and fell asleep with a soft smile gracing his lips. He was really content with the events of today, even if they weren't how he wanted them to be.

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I don’t know why the first thing I decide to write is angst. I really gotta tone it down with all the sad stuff. I got a really scrumptious lookin’ angst cooking in the oven rn. Might post it today or tomorrow.

Anyway!

It’s Lucifer x son reader. That’s all I’m saying rn.

I hope y’all will enjoy it! I really like how it’s turning out.

See you next time, babes! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

With much love and affection,

DebonairPrince.

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BEHOLD BABES! THE SCRUMPTIOUS ANGST I PROMISED.

My heart hurt while writing this idk man. I love him but I wanna see him hurt then comfort him. Am I a sadist for that? Don’t matter either way.

Enjoy the angst (☞ ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)☞

Tw: Panic, blood, severed limb, difficulty breathing. Don’t like, don’t read.

Proceed at your own discretion.

Takes place in the 8th episode

Saying that Lucifer was worried is an understatement. Heaven had basically declared war against his daughter and her hotel. As much as he wants to be there, he cannot act unless Charlie herself gets hurt. And if they’re planning on hurting her, there’s no guarantee that they won’t come to his home to hurt his 15 year old son as well.

“I’ll be fine, Dad,” Says (Name) as he tries to comfort Lucifer. “Charlie is the one that needs your help right now.”

“I know that,” Lucifer sighs. “I just want to make sure that you’ll be alright.” He looks up at his son with concern swirling in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Dad.” Says (Name) as he flexes his arm muscles, “I’m a big boy! I can handle myself. Besides- I’ve been taking combat lessons from uncle Ozzie, I’ll be okay.” He smiles trying to reassure Lucifer.

Lucifer smiles at the silliness of his boy. “Alright then- You better be alive when I come back, kiddo.” He says as his smile drops to a concerned frown.

“Promise ” (Name) smiles. “Now, get going- Don’t want to be late now, do you? Don’t forget to give me a call when you’re done.”

Lucifer hugs (Name) as he says, “Of course! I’ll call you right after everything is taken care of.” He lets go as he steps back.

“Good luck, Dad.” (Name) waves with a smile.

Lucifer salutes him before he takes off with a grin.

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After the fight, Lucifer helps rebuild the hotel. He tries to call (Name) to tell him about the events that partook a few minutes prior, but (Name) is not answering any of his calls. Panic begins to well in his chest. (Name) always answers his calls. He’s never not picked up, ever. In a hurry, he tells Charlie he’s leaving as he quickly makes a portal back to his castle.

As he steps out of the portal, he’s met with destruction all over the place, the castle doesn’t seem to be harmed much but the gardens and fountains surrounding it are in complete shambles. As he follows the path of destruction, he spots (Name)’s phone on the ground, screen all cracked, and is that blood? His breath catches in his throat as he summons his wings and swiftly makes his way to the supposed scene of the fight, now fully panicking.

No- no no no- Please let him be okay. I cannot lose anyone else.

As he continues his flight to the other side of the castle, he spots something in the peripheral of his vision that makes him immediately halt in mid air in absolute terror, a wing that looks frighteningly similar to his son’s, golden blood gushing from the severed limb. His breaths are shaky as he slowly goes down on one knee, mind racing, emotions spiraling, gently cradling the black and red, now mostly gold from the blood, bleeding wing in his arms, staring at it for a couple seconds processing that the appendage he currently has cradled in his arms belongs to his son. He snaps out of it with a gasping breath as he bolts towards the scene of the fight.

Please please please- Please be alive- Please!

Several bodies of dead angels litter the ground of his garden, blood staining the grass that once was a lovely shade of green with gold. He searches frantically, eyes bolting all around the place with bated breath.

“(Name)!” He calls out, voice trembling, filled with absolute dread, clutching the wing in his arms even tighter, still with a gentle hold.

Once he finally finds who he’s looking for, his blood runs cold, eyes widening, breath stopping as he struggles to breathe, air completely escaping his lungs.

No-

The sight of his son laying in the remains of the destroyed fountain, golden blood leaking from where his severed wing used to sit, sends anxiety through his chest, tears obscuring his vision.

No no no NO NO!!!

Eyes wide in fear, breaths coming out in gasps as more panic begins to well in his chest. (Name) does not seem to be moving at all, much less breathing. Concerningly still as he lays on his side, his back facing Lucifer showing the place where his wing got cut off from. (Name)’s shirt is cut up, stained with golden blood that seems to be flowing from his side, more blood gushing from the area his wing used to be. At least his other five seem to be intact.

Lucifer lets the wing drop from his grip as he practically trips over his feet, making his way over, then drops to his knees near (Name), and cradles his upper body towards himself.

He perches (Name)’s head on his shoulder. “(Name)?” Lucifer gently slaps (Name)’s face as he hopes for a reaction, any kind of reaction. He just needs to know that he’s still alive. However, he’s starting to doubt that as more time goes by.

More injuries span across his front, with a gash from the bottom of his left jaw all the way down to his collarbone. Blood trailing down the side of his mouth. Another scratch on his cheek, and his side seems to have been stabbed. Golden blood mixed with the water around them as the water seemed to glisten with angelic blood and Lucifer’s tears. As he holds (Name) tight, attempting to heal him with his angelic magic, he hopes that all this is just a really vivid nightmare. He cannot lose anyone else in his life. Not his son. He would gladly sacrifice himself if it meant his son and daughter would get to live. He gently slaps (Name)’s cheek again in hopes of him opening his eyes.

"Come on, (Name)..." he says, tears streaming down his cheeks, voice cracking as he chokes back a sob. "Open your eyes for me, buddy."

Blood smears all over his hands and clothes, but he has half a mind to pay those any attention.

Damnit! How much is heaven going to take from him before they are satisfied with his suffering? Are the thousands of years of being stuck in his own mistake not enough?

His angelic healing appears to have a positive effect on (Name)’s wounds. They’re healing, he’s breathing, no matter how shallow. That’s a relief. Lucifer got there on time. He made it on time. He couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if he was even just a second late.

His worries are set aside for now as he lets his fury consume his mind for the moment.

If a war is what heaven wants,

Putting his arms underneath (Name)’s knees and upper back while being careful of his wings, as he carries him, making his way inside his somewhat unscathed castle.

A war is what heaven will get.

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HAZBIN HOTEL

Rules and such

Lucifer

- Lucifer x Son reader. (Angst)

-Lucifer x Son reader 2 (Angst)

-Lucifer x imp s/o head-canons (fluff)

-Lucifer x reader that’s dating Charlie. (Light angst)

-Lucifer x figure skater s/o (fluff)

-Sub Lucifer x Reader (Suggestive)

Alastor

-Alastor x imp s/o head-canons (fluff)

Charlie

-Charlie x reader. Forgotten on anniversary (angst)

- Charlie x reader. Forgotten on anniversary II

Absolutely loved your Lucifer x Son reader!! Can we get a part 2? Im eager to see how Charlie and the gang may react!

Hello Anon! Here’s my take on what would’ve happened in the aftermath. As requested. Wasn’t really planning on making more content relating to this Au, but here we are! This is the last one, I hope. The gang haven’t met (Name) so they won’t be included in this.

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Lucifer was basically contemplating every bad decision he's ever made in his life as he stares at the face of his unconscious son.

He barely managed to save (Name)’s wing by reattaching it, but it'll take a while before it's usable again.

Coat and hat off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair disheveled from running his fingers through it in his moment of stress.

Eyes rimmed red from crying, cheeks stained with tears as he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the heavy feeling you usually get from crying so much.

He practically started having a mental breakdown the moment he knew that (Name)’s life wasn’t in any immediate danger. It wasn’t until a few minutes ago that he finally calmed down.

Sitting on a chair next to his son's bed, Lucifer sighs as he puts his face in his hands. He hasn't told Charlie yet. He doesn't really know how he should go about explaining what happened at the palace without freaking her out.

Wounds inflicted by angelic steel take longer to heal. He doesn’t know how long it would take for (Name) to wake up. It’s been about 3 hours since the attack, and he’s been restless ever since.

Still no sign of movement from (Name) as he lays motionless on his bed. The only way Lucifer could tell that he’s even still alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Running his fingers through his hair as he stood up from his chair, reaching for his phone in his pocket, he hesitated to call Charlie. He didn’t know how to disclose the situation to her. There’s no easy way of doing this. I mean- how do you go about telling your child that her brother could possibly end up in a coma after being attacked by bloodthirsty psycho angels! That’s ridiculous! Everything about this is ridiculous! He’s ridiculous! He’s literally the King of Hell! He should’ve done more to ensure the protection of his son! If he just had the time to construct a barrier around his home then maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. If he hadn’t been in a hurry to go save Charlie, he would’ve given it more thought. The fact that (Name) would be left defenseless all by himself with no one to help him. It’s basically a miracle that he even managed to survive all by himself. What with his inexperience in life or death fights. What kind of father would he be if he can’t even protect his children from harm! An incompetent one, he thinks.

His hands shake as he grips his phone. Taking a deep breath, he presses on Charlie’s contact and hopes that everything goes well.

“Dad! Thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been trying to call you ever since you left in a hurry earlier- Is everything alright?” Just hearing Charlie’s voice over the phone makes him want to cry again.

He swallows the lump in his throat, “I-I’m okay, sweetie! It’s just- uhh,” just say it dammit! That’s her brother! She needs to know! “It’s (Name). He- he’s not doing good at the moment.” He cringes at his attempt.

“What?! Is he okay?! What happened?”

“He-,” his throat felt dry as he swallowed, “the palace was attacked.”

“WHAT?! Is (Name) okay?!” Her panicked voice could be heard over the phone. He tried to breathe properly to not breakout into another panic attack. “Dad?! Why aren’t you saying anything?!! You’re scaring me!”

“He’s-,” he winces at the break in his voice before clearing his throat, “He’s okay now! I managed to get here on time before he-,” his voice cracked again as tears wells up in his eyes.

The other side of the line goes silent for a bit. Charlie most definitely heard his pathetic attempt at trying to compose himself.

He clears his throat again, “His wounds are healing. But I don’t know when he’ll wake up.” He settled with. His voice raspy from crying.

On the other side of the line, Vaggie was standing next to Charlie, comforting her as she processes the information she just received. It was just them two in the lobby. Everybody else was either out or resting in their new rooms.

“Do you need me to come over, Dad?” Charlie asks.

“No need for that, apple pie- I’ll stay here until he recovers. You need to stay at your hotel. I can handle it. Promise.”

“Okay,” she swallows, forcing back her tears, “Call me if you need to. Okay, Dad?”

“Of course. Goodbye, sweetie.”

“Bye-,” he hangs up.

“Everything okay, babe?” Asks Vaggie, “You seem pretty worried.”

“Worried? Me? Pshh- no! Not at all! I mean- it’s not like the angels attacked my Dad’s castle and put my brother in a coma!-,” Charlie rambles.

“What?!” Vaggie yells in shock, “Is he okay?”

“Dad said that he’s okay. (Name)’s just resting-,” Charlie starts pulling at her hair. “Why would they attack him! He didn’t have anything to do with any of this!”

Vaggie doesn’t say anything. She just takes Charlie by the hand and takes her to their room as Charlie continues to worry about her brother. Which is valid cuz like- (Name)’s her brother-

When they reach their room, Vaggie takes Charlie by the hand and leads to bed.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got your father’s blood flowing through his veins, no? He’ll wake up before you know it- Trust me.”

Charlie sniffles, “You really think so?”

Vaggie nods, “I know so. Now- why don’t we rest and cuddle. We’ve had a long day. I think we deserve some rest, don’t you think?”

Vaggie then helps Charlie change into pajamas as they both lay in each other’s arms in bed.

“Feeling better?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie nods, “I just hope he wakes up soon.” As they both continue cuddling in bed.

Imma be honest y’all. This isn’t my best work. Didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped. Kinda lost motivation half way through. Not sure if you can tell. But anyway! Here’s how I thought it would go. Hope y’all like it! Stay healthy and keep hydrated! ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Bye babes!

-DebonairPrince

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Because I’m pretty when I cry

Men that worship your body like it’s a temple and praise every little thing you do like it’s the best in the world.

Men that are infatuated with your scent touch and your taste to the point it’s all they think about.

Men that love seeing you all dressed up just to make you ruin your clothes from the endless orgasms.

Men that crave to be close to you and are very touch starved and get clingy without knowing it.

Men that take you out on dates to show you off to the world and love it when you get close to them

Men that buy you things because in their eyes “you deserve it”

Men that only like to have deep intimate sex with you because it’s the most meaningful.

Men that make out with you while they palm the growing bulge in your pants and grind you down on their dick.

Men that love leaving hickys and bite marks on your thighs and neck to show you are theirs.

— Nuevillette, Zhongli, Itachi, Kakashi, Giyuu

Gyomei, Obanai, Sanji, Dazai, Fyodor, Mihawk, Ayato, Itto

Could I request Blue Exorcist Lucifer x female reader angst and fluff fic? Please and thank you! And I hope you have a great weekend!

Of course <3 and thanks! You too :3

The flower shop

Hanahaki AU

Reader works at a flower shop

Warnings: Slight angst to fluff

It was a small flower shop you worked at. Quaint, as most would describe it. But it had a homely feel to it. Sunlight shone through the windows during day time, casting its honey glow on the plants inside, shinning off the glow of the dewdrops resting on the leaves. The serenity of the afternoon was yours to enjoy, as it had been a rather slow day today. After one of your regulars came by, buying his daily bouquet of flowers for his wife, there hadn’t been anyone else quite yet.

Just as you were lulled into a state of calm, a man entered. He was almost rather peculiar. He dressed as if he belonged in a somehow more pompous version of a marching band, or perhaps a dictator. A tuft of his blonde hair stuck out, almost like a shark fin. It was almost cute.

He looked over at me and our eyes locked, and for a moment your breathe was caught in your throat. However then, the moment ended, and he went back to perusing through the selection. A while passed until he came over to the counter, empty handed. You peered over at him curiously, wondering what he could possibly want from you.

“Do you have any red crocosmia?” He questioned, his tone was gentle yet it still had commanding undertones to it.

You responded to him, telling him you didn’t have any, but that you could get some imported in and could call him once they were here if he were to give you his name and number. And that’s how you ended up with his contact info, for work of course.

Once he came in to pick them up, he kept coming back almost every day, and you began to look forward to his visits. He was pleasant to talk too and he took interest in the things you liked and asked about them, never forgetting anything you told him. Soon enough, he asked you to get to know each other more at a coffee place which soon became a regular meet up spot for the two of you.

You liked him, loved him even, and you were going to tell him. Today. As you made your way over to your regular meet up spot, you saw something that you wished you never would have seen. It was your coworker with Lucifer. She was sitting where you sat and her hands were resting on top of his, giving them a little squeeze.

You felt your heart break into pieces as you turned and left. You were so stupid. You had only spent time with him yourself, never with someone else. You hadn’t even asked if he was taken or liked someone else. God you felt stupid. What if he only spent time with you to get with her. As you ran away you felt your airways constrict and block up as you seemingly choke on air. And that was the day you coughed up your first petal, red and layered with blood a similar shade on top. Red crocosmia.

The following few days, you take sick leaves from work, trying to figure out the cause and reason for your sudden ailment, which only seemed to get worse everytime you thought of the blonde. Finally you went to the doctor, only to hear the news, that you were dying. Your ailment, Hanahaki, could only be cured by confessing to the person you love, and having them return your feelings. Or, having a surgery done to remove your feelings entirely.

You had six months to ponder your decision, as you tried to desperately avoid the boy you were so in love with. Why on earth had you ever decided to work here, why on earth did you even take this job? You’d go in the back room, or to the bathroom when you saw Lucifer approaching the store, only leaving when he was gone.

Two months. That was how long you’d been avoiding this man so far. You would’ve made it longer, had he not come on Valentine’s Day. You were swamped with customers and there was no escape as he walked up to you. Taking your hand in his and asking if you could talk. You would have refused if your coworker hadn’t shown up and shoved you away. Now there really was no escape at all.

“Why are you been cutting me out?” Lucifer asked, something like hurt or desperation in his tone, perhaps a mix of both. He seemed almost more frail since you had last seen him, though he was just as beautiful as ever. You really did love him. You were going to die anyways, so what’s the harm in telling him really? So maybe spurred by your impending death, or maybe by the cutesie couples all around you, you let it all out.

“Because I love you. Because I love you so much that I’m dying for it. And there’s nothing I can do to make you love me back.” With that you got it all off your chest. And with that, your lungs constrict as you painfully reminded yourself of him and your coworker, who was probably just being a good girlfriend by letting him talk to you. Why did you even-

Your thoughts were cut off as his lips were pressed to yours. Your lungs seemed a thousand times lighter as you got lost in the sensation of his lips against your own.

“I love you. Only you” He said, as he pulled away from you. Before you could panic at the fact that your coworker was standing right there and you had just kissed her boyfriend, Lucifer explained everything.

“The only reason I was spending time with her, was to make a plan to ask you out. I wanted her input since you both seemed to be friends.”

Your face was stained red now, embarrassed at the misunderstanding. You nearly died because of your assumptions, and he really didn’t deserve to be ghosted. As you opened your mouth to apologize to him, for everything, he cut you off.

“I was hoping, since it’s Valentine’s Day, that you would like to spend the rest of the day with me?” He asked gently, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Adorable. Looking over to your coworker, who gave you a thumbs up, you agreed. A day with Lucifer, what more could you possibly want?

Maybe working at the flower shop, and meeting him, wasn’t such a bad idea after all.