#imp reader

[lwolfcat429]

hazbin hotel imagine 2;

Instead of a cat demon, how about an imp demon reader.

We've seen the imps travel through the rings so I think only pride sinners and demons can't leave (for some odd reason) but everyone else can travel throughout the rings as pleased so We're going off of that.

Anyway, I imagine imp! readers family moved from Wrath to pride (no reason, or you could make up your own) and the reader grew up in pride, so naturally she looks for work, walking into someone from the marine cast, I imagine Charlie, so she starts working for Charlie and everyone just starts seeing her like a child, because she's so small compared to them, so they treat her like a child giving her less work. But she needs more money so she can live there, so she looks for more work running into the vees, she starts working for vox and velvet, they keep Valentino in cheek and watch him to make sure he's not doing funny business, than like before they started seeing her also like a child again giving her less work but whatever at this point she's making money it's cool.

Than, being Charlie's assistant, she goes to heaven with Charlie, doing servant things, evening taking orders from Adam and Lute. Who are fond of Imp! Reader because she's small, polite, stays to herself and is just pleasant to be around, so they go to hell for another meeting, instead, watching the reader as she serves and works at the hotel.

But of course, everyone naturally wants to keep imp! reader for themselves, so fights and arguments insue

Scenario;

Imp reader casually moping the floor, Adams comes from no where

" hey! Small fry!... Can you make me a sandwich? " reader shrugs and goes to make a sandwich, break time anyway, Vaggie and Angle dust storm in

" how dare you talk to her like that?! She's not your maid!! "

Reader stands there awkwardly as Adam shouts for her to go but Vaggie and Angle shout at her to not move

[self-indulgent-devils]

can you write a scenario for Loona x Circus Clown Imp Reader

Reader reminds her of Blitzo and reader tries to convince Loona to wear a big red clown nose

I really like this idea. I can imagine it so well. I'm very happy to do this. :)

💜❤️Loona x Imp!Reader (Circus Clown)❤️💜

💜Loona didn't really have any connection to the circus. She never went to it as a kid with her childhood being shit and her dad, Blitzø, never really took her after she was adopted.

❤️But apparently there was a circus in town and Blitzø wanted to take her. And that's where she saw you for the first time. Performing your show and doing it very well. It even made her laugh. You were cute and you made her smile.

💜She went back on her own later on to be able to talk to you. She didn't need her dad getting in the way. Loona loved getting to see your costumes as she spoke to you backstage.

❤️So that's how you two met. And she loved to hang out with you. You weren't always in town cause of circus travelling, but since this was the circus' main place, Loona got to see you often. She'd stop by all the time when she could swing it. Hanging out with you before or after a show.

💜Loona loved when you would practice your act in front of her. You loved making her laugh and smile too. Cause as edgy and distant as she acts, she's got a real warm heart in there. And you go to see it all the time.

❤️Loona would help you with your clothes and costumes. Getting you new ones, helping you with the sizing and fit of them, even bringing them to someone to be repaired. You could do it yourself, but you appreciated the help. And Loona loved getting to help out.

💜You reminded her a lot of her dad. In the way you were pretty loving, ridiculously silly, and you cared deeply. But she was better at being affectionate with you since you weren't her adopted dad that acts overprotective. You were a friend and eventually a partner. It felt so different cause of that.

❤️Loona is not a performer herself. She does not have anything that she would use for an act. But she enjoyed helping you practice and even standing in as the "audience participant" sometimes. You looked so alive when you performed, trying to make the crowd happy and laugh.

💜Loona would sometimes go to visit your shows in the Gluttony ring. It's where her friends lived so she loved to be able to swing a trip there by staying with them and then getting to come visit you.

❤️Loona would miss you a lot if you were gone for a while. Yeah, you guys got to text and all. But it wasn't the same as being able to go out and get drinks or lunch or whatever else you two wanted to do.

💜You always teased Loona about helping her develop her own clownsona and getting into clowning. You'd joke about doing her clown makeup and that you even had a special red nose for her. Honk honk.

❤️Loona didn't think any bit of it was serious until you snuck up behind her and held the red nose in front of her face. She couldn't be mad at you startling her. You looked like a goof with that silly face of yours. Always having an expressive face just like Blitzø did. Sticking your tongue out, making goofy faces, being silly, and often without realizing sometimes cause it was normal for you.

💜Still. Loona swore she wouldn't wear the red nose. But maybe she missed you a little bit and she still has the nose you had gotten her. So maybe she puts it on and takes a selfie with a very serious face and sent it to you. She looked hilarious. Even if it was embarrassing, she loved making you happy.

❤️You would pester her so often, in a silly and fun way. Bringing up the nose, somehow bringing it out of nowhere like magic, always having that big smile. You'd hold it up to her nose, though she'd stop you so fast if you tried to put it on.

💜She acted like she hated the nose, and while she didn't want to wear it, she always enjoyed the way you'd bring it up randomly. Popping in and showing it off, rolling it over to her, pulling it out like a magic trick, that big grin and the exaggerated facial expressions you'd make as you'd try to convince her, even once acting like a business person trying to get someone to invest. Pretending to be all official and stuff and laying out the pros and (lack of) cons to wearing the red nose. Even dramatically pleading and sighing and being all overdramatic as if it was life or death in a soap opera. It was like a fun game of back and forth for you two and Loona always found it so funny. Though it usually ended in denial until she finally sent that picture.

❤️Loona for sure hugs some of the clown stuff she has cause of you whenever you're not around. Maybe even holding it like a special plushie as she sleeps cause she's thinking of you. And maybe she keeps the red clown nose close to her. Cause it makes her remember how much you try to convince her to try it on.

💜Loona would so get into fights if someone was trying to make you miserable or harass you about your show. Some audience members just suck in any profession. Whether it's booing and heckling, trying to act like they're so cool by saying some bullshit, throwing stuff, whatever, some people are just jerks when going to shows, especially if they get drunk. Loona would be your own personal bodyguard sometimes. No one is gonna mess with the imp that she loves.

❤️If you ever needed encouragement about your act or felt down after dealing with a tough crowd, Loona would cheer you up for sure. Your act is good enough for her, you've made plenty of kids and adults laugh before. You're talented. A rough and shitty crowd doesn't show you how good you are.

💜Loona would begrudgingly introduce you to her dad. And she wouldn't admit it, but she liked seeing you two get on with telling jokes or being goofballs or even reliving your circus lives. And she was pretty happy to have Blitzø's approval. She doesn't care about it overall, but it is a relief when your parent approves of the person you love.

❤️Loona loved posting pics of you to her social media and taking selfies with you. And seeing her friends like the photos made her so happy. You made her so happy. And she liked showing off to her social circle that you were hers. This silly little imp from the circus. That was an overdramatic goofball that loved her unconditionally and saw her worth. You had a big heart just like her dad. And she couldn't help but be drawn to that. She so often didn't feel good enough with her life and her precious lack of friends. But you made her feel like a treasure. So she'd love to do anything for you.

💜Even if it meant wearing a silly red clown nose on her snout. Though she makes you swear never to show that picture to anyone. "It's too embarrassing," she says. But it's this cute and funny thing. Cause her goth self looks so funny with a bright red clown nose on her. Hey, at least you have blackmail of your girlfriend, right? (And maybe one day you'll be able to get her to wear other clown items. But hey, you're just glad she finally put on the nose after you had tried for so long.)

❤️Loona never cared for the circus much. But now she does. Cause when the circus comes to town, it means she gets to see you. And she hopes no one will take away your energy and heart like they seemed to do to her and Blitzø. And she loves that you are always there to cheer her up, to make her laugh, to give her love, to care for her. She couldn't ask for a better partner than you. <3

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Green is for Greed

Mammon x Imp.Reader (GN)

"It was rare to take a picture of the king of greed without him being goofy of stock commercial possed, but you had a knack for those,[...], but those were not for work, those were not even for selling to his massive fanclub, no, those were yours" You observe Mammon and ponder your relationship with him

The soft lights and atmosphere of the ballroom gave a classy vibe to the party that made its guests amiable to small talk and laughs, most sharing their own accomplishments and boasting their egos or others, it all depends in what they aim to accomplish really

Leviathan was basking in the overflown envy her parties brought forth on their guests, every now and them both heads mingled around giving more fuel to a story or engranding her own accomplishments, their parties were not for every type of people, only the most wealthy and know could attend, celebrities and, of course, royalty

The sins were… mixed in theirs attendance

Satan was a rare appearance, and usually a brief one, his temper and interest was not upper class friendly enough for the parties to keep his interest, the dragon was getting better at it after Belphegor's therapy imp indication however, perhaps one day the wrath sin would learn to enjoy these parties

But today is not that day, he can bee seen giving a brief goodbye to the hostesses and walking purposefully out of the door, already tugging the tie lose, right behind him an imp flies happily out of the danger zone that is a party full of snakes

Beelzebub is rarely allowed to join Levi's parties, and when she is it usually doesn't end well, she was a lovely person but her way of parting was not compatible with the hostesses etiquette… at all, which tended to end in a public discussion of one of Leviathan's head and the wolf-bee chimera, so for today the queen of gluttony was not present, a shame, she is always a wonder to photograph, always full of energy

Asmodeus was not a rarity to see, more social and manageable than other sins, especially now with Fizzarollys participation, the worse kept secret of hell, their relationship, never spoken out loud but clear for anyone who has eyes to see, keeps the roster attending many social events for his little lovers sake

You take advantage of this fact and make sure to have both types of photographs, formal ones were they are apart and sometimes interacting in a more casual manner, as well as more hidden ones, ones were they clearly are more to each other, those were a treat to have, they could cost a fortune on shipping forums, but also would make good gifts for the jester

After all you were a comum freelance employee of Mammon, a photographer, cheap and quiet, however brief your interactions were you did make a short of friendship with the imp, the perks of respecting people's boundaries made you a safe heaven to the young celebrity, who would have guess

Belphegor and Lucifer haven't attended these events in… eons, that's what you've heard at least, and sadly you never met them, which means less work for you, but also less money, you wonder if one day you ever get to photograph one of these two the pictures would cost a fortune

Continue your job, you slide around the corners and stairs of the place, taking atmospheric pictures, interactions, and small moments that could never be captured with a previous warning of a lense. You enjoyed those most, the quiet mundanity of it all, and no social interaction, you had to save your energy for later, were the official photoshoots would start, there one by one the guests that remained would have a chance to properly pose for their official pictures

Then you took notice of a booming laughter, bearing the obnoxious, no were near you last saw him, Mammon, the sin of greed, the jester was formally dressed, as demanded by all of Leviathan's parties, surrounded by goetia and high class demons alike, he seemed to have left Fizzarolly to roam the place unsupervised, and was now being the social butterfly of the event

You snort and take a picture of him, the big smile with sharp teeth took the most of his face, black lips giving emphasis on his expression of mischievous joy, the joke must have been at someone's expense, his eyes though closed still shined the green through the smallest of space between his lashes

It was rare to take a picture of the king of greed without him being goofy of stock commercial possed, but you had a knack for those, you knew these photos you took wouldn't be commercially used, years of working for the sin teached you his usual image marketing strategy, but those were not for work, those were not even for selling to his massive fanclub, no, those were yours

You and Mammon were… a thing, well, you thought you two were a thing, and he never gave you reason to think otherwise, honestly you really though that was one time thing, but it seemed not, slowly, but constantly, the king of greed seeked, more like demanded, your company

And just as slow you too sought him out, and it was a pain the ass, the sin was selfish, extremely so, you did expected this, him being greed incarnated and all, but Satan's fat tittis, it was hard to always be ready to give but rarely, if ever, receive a flicker of attention back

You wished he too had joined the band of sins that started to mitigate their nature to keep a better social life before you were even born. For the average demon the nature of the sins was otherworldly, almost gods, you too though of them like that once, but now with you interacting so close with them you noticed how different and yet normal they all are

Defined by their sin, and yet, it is possible for them to grow around it, the best example being Asmodeus, you have heard from Mammon the old stories of the lust King, and in the start you doubted them, Asmodeus? The famous “consent is sexy” guy? Was not like that some centuries ago? Sure, whatever you say big hairy ball of a centipede

But then you started to notice expressions, reactions, of demons and mortals alike, as well as the king of lusts himself, and it all pointed to be the truth, Asmodeus wasn't always this courteous. This change of heart was recent, in sin years at least, and soon after you learned that most friendly sins were also like this

Gluttony and Greed were once thick as thieves, two sides of the same coin, until Beelzebub started to change as well, Satan is the most recent example, you wondered how it was the transition for the others, how hard it was to be defined by one personality trait that will always demand your full attention

You didn't expected Mammon of all sins would change anytime soon, if he ever does that's something for another someone to enjoy… but unholy Lucifer you wanted to, he can be nice, you have seen it first hand, he can be so much more, he is learning to be caring about you for fucks sakes

The day you turned out extremely sick to work, the bastard had the gown to pick you up like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders and just disappear from sight. When you woke up you were rolled into a cocoon of blankets inside a big ass room. The comical attempts of the greedy king trying to take care of you and being weirded out by your unexpressive humor still makes you giddy, and the soft clicks he made in sleep comforted you immensely

You wanted that, so badly, just for yourself, the excited giggles of mischief, the endless gossip and rambling of plans, the many, many, nights sleeping on his soft fur, the purrs, the pouts, fuck you really wanted to call him yours… but you can't own the king of greed can you? No, he owns you, it would be impossible for a lowly imp ever achieve that… but who said you can't want it, dream of it even, everyone needs an ambition to keep going and yours was this

With a final look at the frame you noticed that Mammon was looking directly at you… oh shit he noticed you slacking, with a apologetically grin you scramble to the side going back to your photoshoots, not noticing the sins eyes following, his expression blank, some could even say silently shocked in awe

To be a sin, is to constantly be aware of said trait effects on others, that's what made him an excellent salesman, greed is a want of more, but it always starts with a want, a want of something, anything, attention, money, home, stability, confort, all of it building more and more into an overflow of avarice

Mammon is constantly aware of others' greed as much as his own, he paints a web of connections to said want, hipotesis to why that person desires that specific thing and builds his persona accordingly. Levi's parties are a wonder of greed as much as envy, both feeding off of each other like leeches, a place to boast your own accomplishments while being pampered by less successful bitches that obviously want what you have but will never acquire it? Count him in baby that's his territory!

But funnily enough despite his status as sin, king, royal and too many other fucking titles, he never once has been the direct desire of someone's greed, people are greedy for his money, his status, his influence, people want to be him, to fuck him, to be fucked by him, all above, but never want him especificaly. People don't have enough taste to want him anyway, absolutely, that's the sole reason and nothing more… anyways

The prospect of people wanting to fuck him is amusing for the jester, he can see around him in the eyes of demons a subtle hue of purple, green and blue. His libido is low, putting aside that season of the year, so it's fucking hilarious to watch others make a fool of themselves to even try to get a reaction, even more funny is when he ignores it all togheter, the frustration in their eyes is a free entreteriment for the big guy

And then he feels a piercing gaze from above, sure every goetia and demon is looking at him but this gaze escificaly calls to a familiarity he has a hard time identifying immediately. So he looks ups, and… there you are… his little imp

A playfully smile graces his lips, aren't ya adorable working so diligently pass your clock, he can't wait to see all the gossip you've stored in that camera, he hopes you also captured disastrous moments for the tabloids lines, that gives him so much money

Thinking over how best to mess with you from down there he decides a simple call out would be enough embarrassment for you, if you weren't scrambling out off his sight right now means you are distracted in you thoughts, maybe it will be even funnier and you'll fall down and he can catch you, isn't that romantic of him

What are you even thinking anyways? You aren't usually this care-

Your eyes shine green…

Mortals have a saying, green of envy, it is not necessarily wrong, but demons know that green is for Greed, his green, his greed, you were being greedy. A part of the jester though he would see you being envious this night after all you both hardly interacted in the event, too formal and too public for even a small token of affection without drawing suspicions, and he was basking on the attention of everyone, so usually this ignites envy or better yet jealousy, what would you do if jealous he wondered the day before…

But never did he imagine you would feel greedy, he can feel it too, the sensation of the sin fueling him was different, because you were not greedy by proxy, but directly, you were feeding him straight to his damned soul. Your greedy desire was him, you wanted him, in every shape of form, and that sensation was surreal for Mammon, he couldn't breath, what did he do to make you feel that? What were you thinking that prompted that much want? How can he make you look at him like that again-

With a blink you were gone, and the king of greed was left there speechless, a shocking warmth making its way through his face, for once not from anger. He quickly slaps the nearby goetia and laughs once more, praising the mid attempt of a joke, more to ground himself than to please the bird, what the fuck was that…

In the other corner of the ballroom Asmodeus chokes in his drink, did he just felt lust coming from…? … no, it must have been his imagination… were is Fizzy anyways he needs to see if they can dip while Levi is distracted with many celebrities seeking her sponsorship

[badbatch-badfics]

Thief (TBB x Male Reader) Part 1

Characters: TBB + Phee, but it's mainly you stealing from them for 90% of it

Relationship: Enemies

POV: 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: He/him. The horn pattern (as in thick or thin lines defining your sex) and the hair color are not mentioned, so it's trans-inclusive as far as Imps go lmfao. 

Species: Helluva Boss type Imp- imagined the Imps with digitigrade legs and claws for your legs, and I haven't watched Helluva in a whileeeee.  Like, at least a year or more.  Nothing about Hell is mentioned, so you're just another species, so to speak.  Also, you obviously have red skin.  But I occasionally put in a [shade] so it’s not totally limited and you can still be you (more or less). 

Content: You’re stealing shit??

Warnings: You stealing shit, Wrecker throws you, Hunter threatens you. Cringe lol

Word count: 2,588

You glanced around the pub, checking on the targets for what felt like the millionth time.  When will they get moving?  Your employer had sent you on a rather vague mission, ordering you to scrounge “anything that seemed of value,�� and to “keep an eye out for a band of four adult men and one little girl.”  Unspecified by your employer, there was another member- an adult woman, a pirate, so it would seem.  Apparently, if you could lose the little misfit band and find their ship, it would hold wonders of great value- credit wise.  A war modified Omicron class attack shuttle, with more war supplies inside- enough for four men and a child- would be a complete jackpot.  And, Maker, were you thankful.  Even if you didn’t get the direct riches, the reputation and rank would more than suffice.

Obviously, any jackpot is rather risky, and you were not looking forward to it.  That much was evident by the swaying and twitching of your tail.  But, hey, if you could do it well, there would be an abundance of awards.  But before anyone could make a grab for anything, you needed to make sure they were far away from the ship- which would be far easier if your employers had provided some help.  But, to be fair, since when was anyone's employer ever fair?

Finally, the group got up and left- the young girl happily skipping along, talking about heading to the market to buy an assortment of small trinkets.  Perfect.  You waited a few minutes until they were certainly gone before heading up to the bar, credits in hand.  “So…” you began, “That group- the one with the big guy, droid guy, skull tattoo, googles, the pirate, and a little girl- you know who I mean?”  The Twi’lek bartender nodded his head, lekku slightly bobbing.

“Fantastic, now, for some extra credits, would you be so kind as to point me in their ship’s direction, and perhaps access to the lot…?”  That was certainly the most inconvenient part about the job- the ships’ 'parking’ spaces had fields around them, and you needed the key to get in.  Keys that only the ship’s owner and the bartender had access to.  The Twi’lek raised an eyebrow- unfortunately for you, he seemed to have decent morals.  At least, decent enough to question a rather suspicious looking stranger asking for access to someone else’s ship.  You sighed, and began to explain- “I’m not going to do anything harmful, it’s just a simple grab and retreat- you can watch me through the security cams, or even come with me!  I’m a thief, not a killer, or any other bad things.  Just a thief.  Which is pretty ironic sounding, I know.”  You flashed a smile, trying to appear more honest and trustworthy.  Not that you were lying, anyway.

The Twi’lek scrunched his eyes in contemplation, slowly rubbing one of the dirty glasses.  You were leaning forward, eyes wide, tail swishing in excitement.  Finally, he sighed, before turning to grab the keys to the Marauder.  You quickly slid the credits over, flashing an incredibly toothy grin.  “Remember I am watching you.  If anything happens other than some petty thievery- you won’t be making it out of here in one piece,” he warned, accusingly glaring while pointing the not-at-all threatening cleaning rag at you.

“Trust me, I won’t hurt anyone!  Except for their pockets, I suppose- ha!”  The Twi’lek sighed before explaining the directions to get there, and how to work with the keys.  He shortly returned to his work, as you happily bounded out before remembering to be discreet.  You ducked and swerved, squeezed into tight spaces, hopped over a few fences, and other tasks that were annoying, sure, but not difficult in any way.  Finally, the docking lot came into view, the Marauder in the center, taking up all the glory.  Before stepping into the port, you looked around, pulling down scanner goggles, easily locating all the cameras.  You had said that the bartender could watch you, so scrambling the cameras for the long-run was a no-go.  But, perhaps, you could manage to short them out for only a minute or two, or scramble all of them except the camera over your target.  Keep the promise, and all.

You fished around in your pockets and pouches, seeing what trinkets could be of help.  There must be some sort of protection against scrambling devices, if you could just… “HA!  Yes, this will do,” you whisper-shouted triumphantly, holding up a little stick on device you had crafted yourself, many rotations ago, just in case of a situation like this.  You smiled triumphantly, perhaps feeling too much pride given the circumstances.  You waited for the cameras to drift away before jumping up onto the fence, using your tail to help balance, before jumping up the wall.  Thankfully, whoever designed the lot wanted it to be pretty, considering the intricate carvings swirling here and there.  Unfortunately for the designer, though, anyone with enough claws and skill could use the indents to scale their way up or across the compound- and you had plenty of both.

Carefully, you made your way across until there was a large horizontal pole with a label for the row.  Angling yourself, you quickly leaped and grabbed the pole, swinging before bringing up your legs and balancing on it, one hand wrapped around, the other holding the small device.  Squinting your eyes and focusing, your arm drew back, everything carefully placed.  Then, with a quick motion, you threw the device, which immediately stuck to the camera observing the Marauder.  Grinning, you fished out the scrambling devices, and its remote.  One by one, you tossed the scramblers across the compound, surrounding the perimeter.  As soon as your [shade] red finger touched the button, electricity sparks flew and the cameras slumped down, utterly defeated.  It was almost too easy, which never happened.  There was always some bizarre twist- employers never gave the full story.  You’ll worry about that later.

You wrapped your tail around the pole repeatedly, before lunging down, hands extended to catch your fall.  Quickly bounding back up, you looked around once more before sprinting to the ship.  Looking over your shoulder every five seconds, you inserted the key and twisted it, bringing the field down with a triumphant smile.  You quickly scraped off the plate covering the wires to open the ramp, claws leaving dents.  Well, that’s inconvenient- now they’ll know someone was here- if they’re smart, anyway.  A problem for tomorrow.  Or the next hour, or whenever they show up- especially if the bartender would rat out the plan.  Maybe you shouldn't have compromised with him, promising to let him keep some view on you, ready to give information to the owners of the ship.  Yeah, you would definitely need to get off of this planet soon, especially since your appearance was… unique, to say the least- but it did help that your striped horns were covered, but the long red tail certainly didn't help.

You began hot-wiring the ramp cords, pulling and plugging and making electric connections from one to another, until a satisfying hiss escaped and the ramp began unfolding.  The lights in the ship activated, making the ramp look like some blessed trip to paradise, war equipment and Maker knows what else, all ripe for the taking.  You bounded up the ramp, tail swishing back and forth rapidly in excitement.  Your hand twisted up to grab the large sack from your back, opening it up and getting ready to completely loot the place.

Running back and forth through the ship, you collected bombs, blasters, bits of armor, rations, and what appeared to be someone’s… arms and legs- or, at least, spares.  There was one pair of legs, with a spare foot, and two different arm types- one resembling an actual arm, and the other one seemed to possess a number of tools.  They all looked like they were a work in progress, someone making upgrades to it all, perhaps making  different aspects specific to certain goals or terrain.  You hesitated, arm hovering out.  I mean, it would be pretty cruel to take someone's legs and arms…but the employer would be thrilled…  Sighing, you took the arm with the tools, and left all the other artificial limbs.

You continued forward, picking up a spare set of goggles and a data-pad left on one of the top bunks.  On the other side, one of the bunks held several vibro-knives, which you quickly grabbed.  Those were valuable, and there were no guilty feelings involved- win win.  For you, anyway.  Certainly not the group you were stealing from.  The bag feeling was heavy in your hands, so you figured it was time to bail.  There was enough stuff in here to last you forever- or rather, your employer.  Shame you couldn't just drop out, that the employer would hunt you down and then some.

You tightly sealed the bag, and slung it over your back before walking out to the ramp.  Before stepping out completely, you looked, listened, and smelled for any sign of life, or even some sort of droid under their command.  Nothing was noteworthy, so you put one clawed foot in front of the other as you descended the ramp, quickly un-doing the hot-wiring from before.  It certainly wasn’t a clean job, but you should be able to get out of there before anyone comes back.  Hopefully.

You quickly retraced your steps, until you were far away from the docking lot, and far away from any possibility of the group tracking you.  Again, hopefully.  You carefully made your way to your designated escape escort, being sure to check if anyone suspicious, especially the group you’d just looted, was close behind.  Finally, the view of the transport ship was in sight, the escort waiting, rather impatiently, a scowl on her face as her foot bounced about a ‘hundred miles an hour.  “Sorry I’m late,” you huffed out, lugging the bag into the ship.  “They took forever and then some to leave, and the bartender had better morals than the average- had to plead my innocence- well, my ‘I won’t harm anyone, just their pockets,’ type innocence.”  All she did was grunt back, clearly disinterested.  “Okay, whatever…” you mumbled, sheepishly looking for a place to sit.  Clearly she didn’t care why someone was late, only that they were.  Which was rather annoying, it’s not like them taking forever was your fault.

You quickly settled down into the seat, pulling a latch over yourself as a form of comfort.  Giant hunks of metal soaring through the empty and cold vacuum that was space, in which you would immediately die if suscepted to with no gear, was not your ideal method of transportation.  The ship shook as the engine powered on, the vibration only increasing as it lost contact with the solid ground.  Your hands flew to the sides on the restraint bar, gripping them as hard as possible.

Soon enough, after the ship had left the atmosphere, things calmed down- no more shaking or weird creaking.  Just silence.  It was unclear if noise, or the lack of, was creepier.  Oh well.  You slowly unlatched the bar, figuring that if the ship were to explode in the middle of space, it wouldn't matter if you were strapped in or otherwise.  Carefully standing up, using the wall as support, you began a miniature exploration expedition.  A very miniature one, considering it was just the room you were in and one to the left, the only ones which you had been granted access to.  You were tired, and perhaps the other room had a bed.  Or at least some blankets you could toss together and call a nest.

You opened the door, entering the access code, and much to your complete disappointment- it was empty.  Utterly, completely, so-very, empty.  A deep sigh escaped your lips, shoulders slumping in sync.  So much for that 10-step trip.  You sharply turned around, tail swishing in a mixture of annoyance and boredom.

Unfortunately, before you could make it two steps away, a rough hand grabbed the nape of your neck, hauling you upwards and turning you back to face the assaulter.  A sharp cry escaped, and you pulled your legs and tail into each other, trying to become a small ball hanging involuntarily by the giant mass of a man.  A man, you realized with horror, who was part of the group you had just looted.  That was bad.  You sheepishly raised one hand to wave, smiling in the most last-ditch effort to save your red hide.  Before you could get any pleas out, he roughly tossed you, twisted his own body for extra momentum.  You landed, hard, against the metal wall, black blood trailing down your nose.  A rough cough came out, followed by a copious amount of saliva.  Your hand reached up to wipe it off, the other one underneath you to provide some balance as you were down on knees, tail curling in front- a feeble attempt to look menacing.

Looking around, you took in the four adult men- but the adult woman and little girl were nowhere to be seen.  Made sense, considering the attire between the group.  The four men were dressed in armor, like soldiers, whereas the other two had general attire with a few handy trinkets or weapons.  I guess these four do the more ‘beat-up-people’ focused work…

“Nice surprise, right?” said the one with a half-and-half black and white helmet, a red stripe going down the middle.  “Didn’t expect us to know about your little plan, did ya?”  Half-and-half approached, unsheathing a vibro-knife.  That wasn’t good.  You scrambled up, backing into the wall, a desperate and toothy smile plastered on your face, despite the watering in your eyes.  The one with the goggles backed off, presumably to grab the loot.  That was extra not good.  “Was it the Twi’lek bartender?  Did he rat me out?” you asked, voice cracking, still holding that desperate smile.  Before you died, you at least wanted to know what went wrong that led to this, your ultimate demise in a, truthfully, not all that long career of crime.

Half-and-half bent down, and lifted your head up by the horns, holding the blade to your neck.  Your heart rate spiked, chest rising and falling far faster than any chest ever should.  “Technically, we got to him first.  Told him to let you loot us.  Told this ship’s pilot to do what we say.  And after we land, you’ll be taking us directly to your employer.  Got it?” he loathed, voice all the more terrifying under the helmet.  Your yellow eyes, scrunched and watering, reflected perfectly back in his visor, making the entire situation all the more real and terrifying.  You shakily nodded, agreeing in full.  “Good,” he spoke firmly, pulling the blade away from your neck and twirling it back into its sheath.  He dropped your horns, and you slumped backwards, a shaky breath exuding.

He stood up, signaling something to the other men, and they all began to turn around and walk out.  You cautiously opened your eyes, only to be met with everyone leaving- you quickly scrambled, and attempted to tell them to wait, but it was to no avail- Goggles was already losing the door.  An echo sounded through the room, leaving you alone, your eyes comically glowing administ the pitch black, ragged breathing filling the room.  This was so, very, not good.

[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶Stripper

Smut below

Being a human who works at a mixed monster strip club was uncommon. However your presence there was what drew them in. To get a chance to feel your soft plush body. To the highest payers got the best part though. Taking them back to the rooms that were in the back letting them have their ways with you.

Vampires who were a bit softer towards you while they pounded into you. It would cost extra of course to drink from you but they’d pay anything to be able to. Sinking their fangs into your neck as they came deep inside of you.

Groups of Imps taking their turns with you, all your holes were being filled at once. Their cum covered your body as others took their places. Fucking you over and over. They paid well when they came in.

Werewolves seeking you out even offering you double if they could bring you home while they were in a heat. You’d be knotted at all times cum making your stomach expand.

Orcs who were taken back by how soft and fragile you were only to stuff their thick cocks in your tiny hole. They were ones that couldn’t last long with you. The way stretched around them squeezing them so tightly had them cumming to quickly.

You say you do it just cause the moneys good well that might be true, being so sought after by these creatures gave you such a confidence boost not to mention how great the sex was.

[cosmica-galaxy]

You know, the way we take care of the kingdom kinda reminds me of that one animal crossing game where you are the mayor looking over your town with Isabelle. So, why not have a nugget of an idea where we are the "mayor" of the cookie kingdom? We help build projects, grant wishes, handle bounties/taxes/shipping forms, and make sure that all of the cookies who visit or stay in the kingdom are happy or content. Though, running a kingdom primarily by yourself is hard work!

Thankfully, you have a lot of helping hands willing to assist you in keeping the kingdom manageable! It's still taxing on you to a certain degree...thank goodness you have a plush of a certain someone to help you get to sleep after working for hours on long days to keep the kingdom in balance. (this can be either human you or cookie you, doesn't really matter...I just like the idea) May doodle more later on.

[orange-sora]

The thing is from SVSSS' perspective, the way the characters are and how it's all written, MXTX's choice to not have any revelation makes sense. However, I think, truth matters a lot. (In life too, atl to me).

In a story about liars, it's foolish to want truth. I recognise that. To scratch that itch, I have read many fics about Shen Yuan's identity reveal. MANY MANY FICS. I just really wanted Binghe to know.

Grief is such a heavy all-consuming emotion that it make everything else seem petty in comparison. Squabbles are normal in any relationship. Then, something big happens and it feels stupid. Your own hurt and anger feels small and immature in comparison. Nothing matters as much as death. It's too...final. Definitive.

Being thrown into the Abyss and betrayed by the one who promised time and time again to protect and care for you wasn't a tiff, though. It wasn't trivial, in any sense. Even system insisted again and again, the Abyss arc was significant. Unskippable. Indispensable.

So Binghe was justifiably angry. He wanted answers. The truth. And then Shen Qingqiu self detonated to "pay his debts". And from Binghe's pov, every wrong done against him lost its power over him. This particular ocean is too deep and dark. He'll surely drown. Anything but this. He'll accept it all as long as it doesn't end like this.

Then years of failing to bring Shizun back. There's no energy left to be angry. Anger almost always leads to weariness. It seeps into your soul. Throughout the rest of the novel, it becomes clear to him that yes, Shizun does care for Binghe. Yes, there is love. However, Shizun won't choose Binghe in the way he wants to be chosen. Shizun loves him but Shizun also hurts him. And he hurts Shizun too.

If Shizun doesn't explain himself, then Binghe can just come up with his own answers. Or he can disregard it all. It's not important. It's not.

But it is. System said so. Shen Qingqiu mourned him. A part of Binghe died. They all knew. Maigu Ridge happened because Abyss happened. Because there were no answers. Binghe's insecurity, even in post canon extras, made complete sense.

I truly admire Binghe. I know he's... well everything that he is. But he was able to do something that I personally don't have the power to do. And that's letting go without an explanation.

Does knowledge of love make the pain go away?

I have had people in my life who I know loved me. But, one too many tiny hurts, one too many thought less words, drip resentment that fills over time. It doesn't stay as lovely as it could have been. Maybe all relationships are complicated because love through actions, no matter how regularly conveyed doesn't erase the rest.

An apology, in itself, isn't enough. Words aren't enough. Actions, also aren't enough. Doesn't he deserve both? A closure to why it happened and a commitment to why it won't ever again? Don't we all?

There's a reason why people ask authors for explanation. Truth has the maximum power when it comes from the source. Considering how sensitive Binghe is, it'll stay with him. Binghe can come up with a thousand different theories or ignore it all, but nothing will soothe him quite as well as Shen Qingqiu's truth.

Unfortunately, he's doomed to never get it.

EDIT- Part 2

[scoutswritingcorner]

*Black van pulls up next to limo and honks.*

Vox: *Huffs at the disrespect* Jerks.

Chauffeur!Reader: Chill, I know that guy.

*Reader honks backs, black van honks again."

Velvette: *Slightly jealous* Friends of yours?

Chauffeur!Reader: You can say that...

*Chauffeur!Reader climbs half out their window, grinning.*

Chauffeur!Reader: Don't forget to call me later!

Blitzø: *half hanging out the van window, grinning* Like Hell I'll forget, BITCH!

Moxxie: *Pulling Blitzø back inside* Sir! The light!

*Black van speed off*

Chauffeur!Reader: Ah~ I miss him already.

Vox: ...

Velvette: ...

Valentino: ... Uh, what the fuck just happened?

Chauffeur!Reader: Sorry..that was an old friend.

Valentino: And how do you know him, Amor?~

Chauffeur!Reader: We used to race around Pentagram City a lot.

[imagination-phantom]

Fizzy Frog!~

Alex Brightman voice “Ribbit! Heheheheehe~”

[bones4thecats]

You can do, Andrealphus x wife female imp pregnant reader, https://es.pinterest.com/pin/890657263795703537/, This is the reader 🧊

Andrealphus Having a Pregnant-Imp! S/O

Characters: Andrealphus (Helluva Boss) Requester: 🧊Anon A/N: Short, yet sweet. My favorite mix. Hope you like it too! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Stella being a bitch ⚠️

Disclaimer: I write Andrealphus as being 3-4 years older than Stella

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╚═════ Andrealphus ════════════════════════════╝

🧊 Imps in Hell normally never came from a high-ranking family. Which was normal, as your kind were considered to be the lowest-ranking species in the entire Seven Rings

🧊 But, you were born into the L/N family. A family that surrounded itself not only with the trading-system that the Sinners brought in, but also with the royals of Hell

🧊 At a young age, you were set to marry a member of the Ars Goetia. Specifically, you were set to marry Andrealphus, the older brother to Stella Goetia, future wife to Stolas Goetia

🧊 You were upset at first, as many of the Goetia family despise Imps, no matter their ranking or use to them. But, shock settled in the place of anger when Andrealphus offered his hand to you to give you a tour around his home

🧊 After you both turned 18, you married. Then, just a couple years later, Stella and Stolas married, before bringing Octavia into the world

🧊 You and Andrealphus preferred to take it all slower than them. So, you guys mainly focused either on yourselves and your own families, or with the responsibilities you both shared with one another. A family together was just out of the equation for a while

🧊 When you did find out you were pregnant, it sent shockwaves throughout your home. Hell, it only took 5 minutes for the other six rings to be discussing everything like it was the best thing since the phone was invented down there

🧊 The day you met up with his sister, Stella, was the day you finally realized why you were thankful to be with your husband. Stella was beyond pissed that her brother copulated with you and resulted in a baby

"I mean- what the fuck?! A hybrid?! Imps are pathetic, Andrealphus!"

"Stella, calm down."

"No! That thing needs to be illuminated now! Fuck, I'll do it myself!"

"Stella! Shut up! This was my choice to allow a baby to be created. Mine. Not yours. Now, if you dare to threaten my wife and child again, I will make sure your plans to end Stolas fail fabulously. Understood?"

🧊 You watched as your husband sat back down from his outburst, putting his suave persona back on as Stella attempted to calm herself down from the surprise of her brother snapping in such a violent manner

🧊 Now you really wanted this dinner to be over with...

»–•–«

🧊 You sighed as your room's door closed. Your husband lightly grasped his crown and laid it on his table while you closed your parasol and leaned it against your own table

🧊 Andrealphus then changed into his nightwear as you did the same, wrapping a large robe around your form as you sat down to read one of your books on pregnancy and motherhood. He sat down beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him

"I never understood why you read such books. You're a polite and caring woman, so motherhood should be second-hand to you."

"Andre', you can stop sweet-talking me..."

"Sweet-talking?" He chuckled. "No, my dear. If I found you useless, I wouldn't have defended you back there. You... are unlike any Imp I have come across."

🧊 Smiling as he picked up your book and laid it on his table instead of yours, he pushed you down and used his magic to turn the lights that were once on off

🧊 He then wrapped his arms around your waist and began to rub his hands against your stomach, which had grown slightly to accommodate for your oncoming baby

"I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you for giving me this chance to be a father, love."

"It's not a problem, Honey. I love you."

"I love you too."

[villainsimpqueen]

I think adam would really appreciate how imp!reader was raised knowing good farming practices and such growing up in the Wrath Ring

just some food for thought

Adam had a garden out on his landing perch. It want an actual garden garden with wide space amd dirt but it was more so a very lavish porch garden that grew small bushes, flowers and even vined plants that had hung down the Perch side rails that kept all the plants boxed in amd safe from being blown down by the wind.

He also had a few planters designated to grow fresh vegetables and herbs and a few fruits trees in large planters. Over all the plabts at first glance would seem to be in perfect health.

But the eyes of a raised farmer, it was a disaster.

You had finally found time to go take care of the Itch to save these plants. Moving to deweed the areas, because weed seeds always made way into the soil no mater how perfect it seemed to be they always found a way to grow.

Some of the vegetables were in poor health as you plucked away any leaves with yellow or white spots and very generously sprayed them with a solution of watery baking soda to add and build a more batural layer of protection over them. You had to move around plants to give them that peek shade to sun ratio they needed to thrive, all in all you was giving this big ass floating porch add on to Adams penthouse a redo.

You didn't know how long you was at it until ypu heard wings fluttering and your eyes moved away from the planter box you was elbow deep into because tthe spil needed to be freshly turned for optimal aeration for the root veggies to grow to their fully maximum quality over to your now man whose masks brows furowed and mimiced his confusion with a tilt of his head.

"Im saving the garden." You only said watching him moved over and really take in the state of how much you plucked away to keep the plants from wasting engery and resources on dying sick leaves and how you moved certain plants into the bigger pots and some plants into the smaller pots. A hand going to the back of his neck as he let out a noise.

"Damn, i never realized how much i let this go." He softly stated looking back to you mixing uo the planter boxes soul before adding back the plants after you ripped up some of the roots becauze they had been root bound for so long a root removal was best for them to start anew and grow healtheir.

"A garden is like a mental state." You softly stated as you softly planted the plant you had held.

"My dad used to say a taken care and healthy farm shows a taken care and healthy farmer." You stared at the plant, carefuly carressing a brightly green leaf.

"A dying and sick farm shows a farmer who is drowning..." You moved a hand to a yellowed leaf plucking it. "Its the other farmers around duty to always lend a helping hand to help grow a healthy farmer again."

A shadow covered you and the planter box and you looked up to see Adam looking down at you, concern on his face because he did not miss the solemn tone of mourning in your voice. He would not force you to talk about it, so instead he got on his knees beside you looking at the plants at your side then the planter box.

"So how to we grow a healthy garden?" He simply asked watching how you smiled and you both spent the rest of the afternoon restoring his perch garden.

Even making plans to bring more plants to it that would bring pollinators and would naturally repell the unwelcomed critters that would eat up the plants.

"Ya know." He softly spoke to you as he patted down soil around some flowers making you look over from a bush you was pruning.

"If this is gonna be Our garden, Maybe i could try to get some plants from your home here." He softly stated looking at you, watching how a softness formed on your eyes.. "Ya know so you have a peiece of them with you."

Your eyes softly teared up a smile on your face.

"My momma loved snapper lillies."

"Then lets get some of those.."

[sleeplessdreamer14]

@circescircle remember that hellborn exorcist thingy? well… 👉🏽👈🏽 :} this mostly a concept, but I hope y’all like it

to recap: the reader/my oc is a hellborn demon who one day gets their hands on an angelic weapon and decides to join in on the exterminations and catches the eye of the first man.

[impcarcass]

He longs for your touch.

So, had an out of body moment in @/venomous-qwille’s magma the other week. I have never shaded like this. Saw a limited pallet and popped off because I was like “mm soft moon”.

*scampers back into my cave*

[selineram3421]

Petit Lapin Blanc

Part 5

Part 4

Alastor and Human Child Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ platonic, (gn) gender neutral reader, N/n = Nickname, Italics=thoughts, I.M.P, the mention of murder, commercial jingle ⚠

You turned by spinning the stool to see a blonde woman with a red-pink suit at the counter where the bell was.

"Oh, good. I have everyone's attention now.", she said with a smile and walked over to you.

Feeling unsure, you reached for Alastor's hand to hold and the man in red let you, giving you a pat on the head with his other hand. The woman bent her knees a bit as she stood in front of you, wanting to be at your eye level.

"Hey little one..", she made her smile look softer. "How did you get here? It's a bit far from home."

You felt a little more unsure after she mentioned home.

"How do you know where home is?", you asked with a slight glare, turning towards the red man a bit.

"Well my dad knows but I've heard stories about it!", she says.

You squint your eyes at her.

"Suspicious..", you mumble.

"Ha!", Alastor laughs. "Charlie, dear. I think it's best that you introduce yourself first. Strangers are quite untrustworthy."

The blonde woman, Charlie, stands up and clears her throat with an embarrassed smile.

"You're right."

Vaggie stands next to the blonde and pats her shoulder.

"Don't worry, she owns the hotel and just wanted to meet you.", the white haired woman smiled. "This is Charlie."

Charlie gave you a small wave. "Hi."

After taking in what you could learn from her appearance, you deemed her safe enough. She didn't wear a fake smile, she stepped back when seeing you uncomfortable, and well..now she was waiting for you to respond.

She wanted your trust.

"Hi.", you waved back.

"Can we know your name?", Charlie asked.

"No.", you said firmly.

Her smile dropped and she looked worried.

"Ah yes. N/n here thinks we are fae, they will not give their name.", his smile widens. "What a smart child."

"Oooh, yeah that is smart. You don't know how many deee-I mean people! Uh, how many people have been tricked by giving their name.", Charlie corrects herself.

"Nice catch.", Husk grumbled, still shuffling the cards.

You almost forgot he was there since he was so quiet.

"So I was right!", you cheered and stood up on the stool. "You guys are like fae!"

"Not quite little one.", Alastor had you sit down on the stool again. "I promised to tell you later, remember?"

"Why is later taking so long?", you pouted and crossed your arms.

"Would you like tomorrow?", he asked with a raised brow.

"No!", you stood up on the stool again and faced the red man with a determined glare.

"And why not?", he questioned, picking you up and shifted until you were comfortable in his hold.

"Because then it'll never happen.", you explained with a sad, quiet tone.

Whenever grown-ups would say tomorrow, it never happened. You hated tomorrow. You lived by the day whenever it came.

Tomorrow was never promised.

"I hate tomorrow."

.

Alastor found your distrust toward the Princess hilarious.

"Charlie, dear. I think it's best that you introduce yourself first. Strangers are quite untrustworthy.", he spoke up.

The little one finally greeted Charlie after she took a step back from the child.

Then the Princess asked for their name and the human quickly said no. Poor Charlie looked distraught and wondered what she had done wrong, so he decided to help clue the young lady in on why you wouldn't give your name.

"Ah yes. N/n here thinks we are fae, they will not give their name.", his smile widened. "What a smart child.", he complimented.

The Princess almost lets it slip that they are demons but manages to save herself from saying the word demons.

"So I was right!", they cheered and stood up on the stool. "You guys are like fae!"

"Not quite little one.", Alastor had them sit down on the stool again so they wouldn't fall. "I promised to tell you later, remember?"

They pouted and whined that it was taking too long.

"Would you like tomorrow?", he asked with a raised brow.

"No!", they stood up on the stool again and faced him with a determined glare.

Curious.. He thought. "And why not?", he questioned, picking them up and shifted until they were comfortable in his hold.

Charlie's eyes widened at his action but he paid no mind and focused on the human child.

"Because then it'll never happen.", they explained.

Where did they learn such a thing? Hmm.. They must have been disappointed repeatedly.

"I hate tomorrow.", the little human glared with such hatred for that one word.

"Very well, later it is.", he said with a nod. "How's after dinner? I'm sure you're hungry after all that walking."

"Um, actually Alastor. I don't think-", Charlie started.

"Is it safe for me to eat? Fae food isn't safe.", they said. "If you are like fae, then it's not ok for me to eat."

"They are right.", the Princess agreed. "We'd have to get food outside of uh..this realm in order for them to eat."

Clever little thing.

"Alright then, let's get your human food and we'll have dinner!", he declared and placed them back on the stool, making sure they sat down. "Now, you must stay seated on this type of seat, especially since it spins. You can hurt yourself if you're not careful. So, no more standing on it."

"Oh, ok.", they nodded.

"Husker!", he then turned to face the cat demon behind the bar counter. "Continue to entertain them. I must find them something suitable to eat."

"Fine.", the feline responded and glanced at the child. "Hey kid, wanna learn how to bite quarters?"

"You can bite quarters?", the little one asked, spinning to face the cat, interested.

"Want to see me do it?", Husk said as he pulled out a coin and flipped it before catching it mid air.

"Yeah!"

Not having to worry about them running off, Alastor gestured for the girls to follow him and walked to a nearby office.

"Ok, what is going on? How did a human, a human child at that, get down here? They aren't even dead!", Charlie asked, whisper shouting at the last bit.

"Alastor said he doesn't know. He found them on the street, watching the tv's in front of the tech store.", Vaggie explained.

"I was just as surprised as you dear, but they don't remember themselves, A case of amnesia. It's quite the mystery.", he said, holding his hands behind his back and tapped his finger on his palm. "However, we don't have the time to solve it, our biggest problem is getting them food from Earth. As far as I know, there is no way to get up there."

"Because you don't watch t.v.", Vaggie rolled her eyes and got the television remote.

He rolled his eyes in response.

The white haired woman turned on the noisy chatter-box at the push of a button and switched it to a channel.

A commercial was on.

"Hi there! I'm Blitzø, the O is silent-", an imp introduced himself. "..and I'm the founder of I.M.P!"

He glared at the screen, not sure what he was supposed to gather from this commercial.

"Why are we watching this?", he asked.

"Just wait.", Vaggie sighed.

"Well, luckily for you! Thanks to our company's special access to the living world-", the imp said and managed to open a portal with a spell book. "..we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!", he walked over to the portal and fell back into it.

Then a music bit for the company started.

Interesting..

"Kids die for free~!"

The commercial ended but then started up again.

Vaggie turned off the television. "That's been on for the last two hours.", she mumbled.

"Oh my gosh..", Charlie covered her mouth in horror.

"Ah, I see now! We can hire that lot to get food.", he said.

"We can hire that lot to send them back! Este idiota-", Vaggie hissed out and then started spewing out some Spanish.

Send them back? He thought. That was the plan, wasn't it..

"Let's make sure they eat first and then we can send them back, yeah?", Charlie placed a hand on her partner's shoulder. "I'm not sure how they got down here but they must be pretty tired."

"Yes, Charlie is right. For now the food will do and then we'll take care of them going home tomorrow.", he said before stepping out of the office.

He walked back to the lobby and spotted the little human holding a fan of cards, playing 'Go-fish' with Husk.

"Mind if I join in?", the deer demon sat on the stool next to their's.

"I beat Husk!", they declared and handed him some cards.

"Oh really?", he said and looked at the cards in his hand.

"I think they're cheatin'.", Husk grinned, pretending to whisper.

"Nu-uh! Am not!", the little one frowned with their cheeks puffed out in anger at the accusation.

"Hmm.. I don't know. I always win at card games..", Husk said, looking at them from the corner of his eye.

"Maybe I'm just better!", they said and asked if anyone had twos.

"Go fish.", Alastor smiled.

Yes, tomorrow they would go home.

He picked up a card from the pile after asking for sevens, receiving the response 'go fish'.

But tomorrow is never promised..

Hi. Thanks for waiting and here you go.

~Seline, the person.

Part 6

Taglist@

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♥The rest of the taglist is in the comments♠

ML I Alastor🎙| 🐇ChL

[dewdropdinosaur]

The Whole Being Dead Thing

LUCIFER X READER (PLATONIC) Summary: Lucifer is your father and to say you have been distant the past 7 years would be an understatement. Being the sarcastic owner of a murder business doesn't exactly make the family reunion even more enjoyable. Warnings: Some cuss words and a gun --> Reader is similar to Blitz from Helluva Boss. Rating: PG-13 Can't remember who requested this but here you go!

In the bustling streets of Pentagram City, where sin and redemption intertwined in a chaotic dance, there lurked a figure shrouded in darkness. Y/N, the eldest daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, once roamed. Born into a lineage of darkness and power, she was destined for greatness—or so it seemed.The disappearance of her mother, Lilith, shattered the fragile bonds that tied Y/N to her family. Amidst the turmoil and whispers of betrayal, she made a choice that would alter her destiny forever. With a heart heavy with unresolved pain, Y/N turned her back on her kin and vanished into the shadows, leaving behind her legacy and her birthright.

Long had it been since Y/N departed from the opulent corridors of her father's domain. With her heart heavy and her resolve unyielding, Y/N ventured into the abyss of uncertainty, carving her path through the crimson-lit alleyways of Pentagram City.

In the shadows, she found her solace, her purpose. She became a legend whispered in hushed tones—a silent specter weaving through the fabric of the city, a master of the art of assassination. With meticulous precision and deadly grace, she built her empire, brick by blood-soaked brick, until her name became synonymous with fear itself. Starting her own business built on assassination both inside Hell and up on Earth, Y/N essentially ruled the criminal underworld of Hell. Her own kingdom, not given to her by birthright, but by hard work and a penchant for blowing shit up. 

Years passed, and Lucifer, the fallen angel turned proprietor of the infamous Hazbin Hotel, watched over his kingdom with a heavy heart. The absence of his daughter weighed upon him like an anchor, a constant reminder of the rift that had torn their family asunder. After the disappearance of his eldest, Lucifer then distanced himself from his youngest; believing himself the one to blame for everything leaving.  He missed his daughter, though he would never admit it openly. The pain of her absence lingered like a wound that refused to heal, a constant reminder of his failure as a father.

 However, as time wore on and Hazbin Hotel grew - Lucifer reintroduced himself into Charlie’s life and they became reconnected and virtually inseparable. Charlie, being the optimistic being that she was, decided that if one family reunion was going so well, another should follow. Drafting out a letter to her older sister in bright pink ink, the note was mailed and received. 

After weeks of debate, Y/N finally relented. Maybe seeing Charlie after all would be nice, just the two of them. Putting on her normal outfit: white tank top, black leather jacket, and black jeans along with combat boots; Y/N marched to the hotel. Knocking on the door, Y/N straightened her top. However, what greeted her was not her energetic sister but instead Lucifer, who stood with wide eyes. 

Time seemed to stand still as father and daughter locked eyes, a thousand unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. For a moment, the world faded away, leaving only the echo of their shared past and the weight of their estrangement.

Charlie, the ever-optimistic princess of Hell, stood beside Lucifer, her gaze shifting between the two with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Sensing the tension thickening in the air, she stepped forward, a beacon of warmth amidst the shadows.

"Y/N," Charlie finally spoke, voice high pitched as she reached to embrace her sister. "It's been too long."

Y/N's expression remained impassive, her mask of stoicism betraying no hint of the emotions that roiled within her. She nodded, acknowledging her words with a silent understanding.

Y/N's gaze was steely, her demeanor guarded as she faced the father she had long forsaken. The awkwardness between them was palpable, a tangible barrier separating them even as they stood mere feet apart.

"Y/N," Lucifer finally spoke, his voice a mix of longing and regret, "it's been... too long."

A flicker of emotion crossed Y/N's face—a fleeting vulnerability that was quickly masked behind a facade of indifference. “Hi, dad.” 

Lucifer shifted uncomfortably, sensing the palpable tension hanging in the air. "How have you been?"

Y/N's lips twisted into a bitter smirk. "Oh, you know, same old, same old. Just running a famous murder stick in the depths of Hell. How about you?"

Lucifer winced at the reminder of his daughter's chosen path, a pang of ick gnawing at his insides. "I've been... managing," he replied evasively, unable to meet her gaze.

“So after 7 years that is all you have to say to me? 'How have you been'?” 

“Well, I--is that a gun!?"

Sighing and tapping the glock strapped to her thigh, Y/N spoke “Yes, dad. it's a gun. Sheesh, for sin incarnate you really are such a downer. Get it? Downer, cause like you go down on people...oh whatever.

Charlie, you got a bartender in this place right? Cause I am gonna need a shitty drink if y'all are gonna be a tough crowd."

Charlie, sensing the awkwardness and unable to get sex jokes thickening, attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, uh, why don't we sit down and catch up? I'm sure there's plenty to talk about and yeah…we have a bartender.!"

Y/N's laugh was hollow, devoid of mirth, completely avoiding her father in favor for his sister. "Sure, why not? I've always wanted to hear about the latest happenings in the Hotel for lost souls. So tell me sis, how’s life been mhmm?” 

The reunion was awkward, fraught with the weight of unresolved grievances and unspoken apologies. Yet, amidst the awkwardness, there lingered a glimmer of hope—a flicker of light amidst the darkness that had shrouded their relationship for so long. Alcohol made Y/N much friendlier anyway.

[cosmica-galaxy]

I gave the baby witch alternate skins depending on which kingdom they are visiting for a while.