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passionateseadruid · 10 months ago

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Snake Kings Bride 10

Fenrir

It’s been a few weeks since the “incident” as your coining it. Lucifer seems rather unaffected by it. He’s been love bombing you as usual. Making you food every day, buying you new gifts, tight hugs that were practically suffocating you, and he took you out for "dates" every weekend. This weekend he's taking you to the gluttony ring to look at how the hell hounds are treated.

You dressed in a pastel yellow shirt with a duck on it (of course) and flared jeans embroidered with apples on the sides (again, of course). You walked out of the room to find Lucifer waiting for you.

He squealed “You look so cute!” He hugged you and snuggled into your form.

“Stop. Touching. Me.”

He pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes. “I don’t wanna, doll!”

“I am not you doll.” You tried to push him away, but you just ended up stumbling back. “Let’s just get going to the gluttony ring.” You picked yourself up and walked towards the limo.

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About an hour later you, Lucifer, and Beelzebub (or bee)

were sitting in a lounge overlooking a chaotic Hellhound part Bee was throwing. It was admittedly a bit uncomfortable. Lucifer and Bee were getting drunk on “honey” and you were sitting trying not to look out the window of the overhead lounge because you’d probably see people making out and/or grinding on each other.

“Hey… I’m gonna head out for some fresh air okay?” You told Lucifer.

He hugged you arm nuzzling it for a few seconds before letting you go. “Come back soon okay! I’ll find you wherever you off to!”

You stepped outside the club and checked some text messages.

“Tough night?” Someone asked from behind you. You turned around and saw a tall Hellhound with a broad muscular figure.

“You probably shouldn’t be talking to me.” You warned. His fur was black and he had a scar over his left eye.

“Okay, that’s kinda rude.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s for your own safety. My “Fiancé” is possessive and probably wouldn’t like me talking to anyone guy.”

“You’re Lucifer’s girl aren’t you? Nice to meat you candy apple.” He smiled.

“Candy apple?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Your jeans.” He pointed out. “Anyway I’m Vortex. Why are you out here all alone?”

“Lucifer and Bee were getting hammered and I just didn’t want to deal with that. I came out here to get away from all the noise.” You explained, just wanting to be alone right now.

“Sorry about that. Bee can get kinda rowdy at times. So you’re just out here to relax?” He asked not getting the hint.

“Yeah. It’s the only time I’ve gotten to be away from Lucifer in days. It was supposed to be alone time for me.” You said passive aggressively. Before he could respond you got the call you’ve been waiting for for months! “Sorry I have to take this!” Vortex nodded and left you to the phone call. “Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“Hey is this Luci’s new bitch?!” The guy on the other end of the phone asked. He was loud and brash, and you remember him from your one day out doing whatever you wanted in exchange for going on a date with Lucifer.

“Yes that’s me. Did you find him, Mr. Blitz?” You asked hopeful of the outcome.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist honey, we got the guy.” He said so nonchalantly.

“Great! Unfortunately I can’t come pick up the information about him right now. I’m… out of town on a work trip and I won’t be back until later tonight.” You explained sheepishly.

“Yeah yeah, just come pick it up when you get the chance. I will say that it’s quite odd to have you request we track this guy down, but money is money and I’m not complaining.” You heard the squeaking of a chair in the background of the call.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Blitz.” You smiled so grateful for this.

“Thank YOU for your money.” He hung up and you went back inside to find the sins.

You were trying not to trip over limbs or bump into people. The whole place looked more like an orgy than Ozzie’s did. (But then again you weren’t exactly on the floor at Ozzie’s. There were fountains of honey, crazy ring statues, hexagonal shaped furniture, and music blaring from every corner of the place.

You made your way back up to the lounge and had to pretend like everything was normal.

Once you got there you saw a terrifying sight. A very, very drunk Lucifer whining on the couch. Once you entered his head shot up and he smiled at you. He flopped off the couch and ran to you. He leaned against you at a weird angle to press his face against your chest. His drunken rambling made no sense. He pulled you away from the door and pinned you against the wall.

“Your ssssoooo pretty~” He giggled as he slurred his words. “Fuck.” His voice came out in a whisper. “I wanna kiss you so badly!” He whined.

“You need to sober up.” You tried to get away as he held you close.

This seemed to be a running trend in your “relationship with the king of hell huh? He’d do something awful and make you super uncomfortable. Then he would apologize and love-bomb you with presents as an apology, promising to change and be better. But he never has, he never will.

“You’re so perfect! You’ll never go away~” He said sloppily. He giggled at you as you looked dully at him.

Maybe there was no escaping him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t, wouldn’t, and shouldn’t try. There was nothing that bounded you to him. Renesmee and Nina were lovely to hang out with and be around but Styx and Pluto weren’t exactly the most welcoming of people to be around. It was suffocating.

“We need to get you some water.” You tried to step away again he he just held you in place against the wall and kissed you.

“No! I don’t want any water when I have the sweetest taste I could ever have here in my hands. You’re lips are like ambrosia, Darling. I need to taste them over and over. I need your kisses more than I need to breath!”

You wanted to cry. In any other context this would have been so sweet and romantic. If only he hadn’t taken you and violated you with his wants and desires every chance he got. He would have been such a sweetheart and a hopeless romantic if you two had met under normal circumstances. But instead he is forcing you to be his wife.

“We’re leaving.” You said as you grabbed his arm.

“I don’t wanna go!” He whined and struggled as you dragged him outside and away from the rest of the party.

“You need to sober up before you get a hangover tomorrow and become even more needy and “affectionate”. If you can even call it that.” People cheered as they saw you two leaving. You wondered if they actually thought he was a good king or if they were just kissing up to him. If it was the first option then why? He profited from a system that was built to keep them down.

You threw him in the back seat of the car and climbed in after him. Eventually the car drove off and you were making your way back to the Pride ring. The car ride was silent as you stared out the window and Lucifer slept with his head on your lap.

Eventually you saw something that shocked and disturbed you.

A small Samoyed hell hound was being held down and muzzled… “Stop the car!” The driver stopped at your command.

You ran out and ran towards the small creature. You gently scooped the pup into your arms and glared at the bigger Hell hounds trying to take this poor creature away.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?” You yelled in rage.

“None of your business! Now step aside!” One of them yelled. You held your ground and refused to let go of the poor little creature.

“It’s okay little one. Nothing is going to harm you while I’m here.”

“While we’re here…” Lucifer came out from the car unexpectedly. “I may have a killer headache but I know when my girls in danger. You come at my wife you fuck with me. And I don’t like getting fucked…” he spoke in a menacing tone as his horns grew out of head, with the new addition of a big black spot on his horns that weren’t originally there. His wings sprouted from his back. “Go to the car doll.”

“No.”

“Doll…”

You grabbed his hand and pulled both him and the puppy to to car. “Call up Bee and tell her we’re adopting this Hellhound. What’s your name little one?” You pulled them both into the limo.

“I don’t have one.” The sweet Samoyed revealed as Lucifer called Beelzebub.

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

“I’m a boy…”

“I’m gonna name you Guinefort after the folk hero! I’ll call you Guinea for short! You’re like a cute little guinea pig!” You smiled and booped his nose.

“What’s a guinea pig?” He tilted his head.

“Not important right now. How do you feel about your name?” He cringed at it. “Not a fan huh? How about… Gelert! No? Shippeitaro? Samara? Raiju?” You thought for a moment longer. “…hm. Fenrir?”

“That one!” He clapped.

You smiled. “That’s a beautiful name.” You kissed him forehead.

Yes, earlier you we’re talking about how you had nothing to tie you down to hell but… what were you supposed to do? Let him die? Or whatever they would’ve done to him? No… one step at a time you were going to start to change hell while you could. Even if you wouldn’t stick around to see the improvement it would make for its citizens.

“I promise Fenrir, as long as I’m with you nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

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theyanderespecialist · 5 months ago

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Their Honeysuckle (Headcanons) Yanderes Vortex/Beelzebub X Autistic GN Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one has Yanderes Vortex and Beelzebub being yandere for you the Autistic Gender Neutral Reader! The Traits Below will be what autistic traits and habits the Reader will have! Enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Not Every Single Autistic Person acts the same, there are different habits and traits that people with autism have and do! The ones in this are the ones that you the muffins suggested. Autism is a spectrum and no two people experience it 100 percent the same!

Disclaimer: Vortex and Beelzebub are a couple in canon, but they are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for and shipping fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

here are some of the traits that you all suggested!

.Nesting and/or oral fixation

.They are Definitely, the type to chew on things that aren't food because it's their stim (plastic bottle caps, plastic straws, anything that's soft plastic basically)

.Also they don't like being given direct orders otherwise they'll do the opposite or they just won't do it at all (like if someone rudely told them to bathe if they were starting to get musky then they won't shower until tomorrow night out of spite or just from feeling like they were being talked down to.)

-Yandere Headcanons With Yanderes Vortex/Beelzebub X Autistic Gender Neutral Reader From Helluva Boss-

.Vortex and Beelzebub were chills when it came to being yanderes for the most part.

.They loved you their partner and loved to spoil you.

.Since you had the chewing on things and oral fixation that you do, Beelzebub is always supplying you with suckers and lollipops as well as gums and various other candies.

.You are her sweet honey suckle after all and when those are not enough she and Vortex would take turns kissing you to keep your oral fixation nice and busy.

.They do see the trait you have issues with being given direct orders.

.They would be pretty chill about it. They do not force you to do anything you do not want to unless it affects your health.

.That is when they have to step in and force your hand because your health and safety matter most to them.

.For the most part, they will not force you to do what they say.

.Although they both do worry about your teeth so Beelzebub pays for the best dentists to keep your teeth in tip-top shape.

.They also know you love to nest, they can find you almost every single day, stealing pillows and and blanket and various other things to make a legit fort.

.Being in the fort is not the main comfort but you also like the process of building the perfect nest for that day and the needs that you have that day.

.May it be reading, playing video games, drawing, etc.

.You make the perfect nest and of course, Beelzebub as your girlfriend and yandere would make sure you had anything and everything you needed for SO Many forts and nests.

.They are both protective of you and would not let anyone try to hurt you.

.Beelzebub would be the type to get extra spicey when people challenge her love for you and or try and put their hands on you.

.They better think again because she does not play around with anyone saying she does not love or that she is using you.

.And the thing she cannot stand more than that is anyone putting their hands on you.

.You were her's, and Vortex's partner and she would not let anyone hurt you.

.vortex is also protective, he is a bit more chill than Bee but he can be with you out in public without making a scene.

So it is easier for him and you to chill. He also buys you chewable stress balls that make you feel so dang good for your oral stuff. .He also helps you build your forts a lot he is the muscle.

.They both are very good at helping you calm down.

.Also Vortex once again is able to destress you a bit better than Bee because Bee Is like a social butterfly and able to make a party really fun.

.Vortex is able to calm you down and soothe you, he is also the one that can tell when your social battery is running low.

.Although Beelzebub is not as good as that as Vortex. She is able to make these things fun for you.

.She is the one who gets you out of your bubble and lets you meet friends that you hang out with.

.Like for example if you were into DND she would make it where you found a group you could hang out with.

.This goes for anything she and Vortex are the type of yanderes that do not mind you having friends.

.They will of course still make sure your friends do not step out of line and try to make you theirs.

.That is not going to happen, as they make sure that you are theirs and theirs alone.

.They are one of the least controlling yanderes and are very supportive of you.

.They would both help you indulge in your special interest and Queen Bee knows that you have a thing with food.

.So she helps you get many good foods that you like that are healthy for you.

.She may be the queen and sin of gluttony but she would make sure that you do not eat too much junk so you do not get sick.

.Of course, she does let you indulge a bit. She knows that treating you with your favorite snacks is the best thing for you!

.She even made these special honey suckers for you, which are full of the things you need but help with your oral fixation and desire to suck on things.

.They have the pet name "honeysuckle" or "Honey" for you.

.They would once again keep their rivals in line because you are theirs and they are very protective of you.

.They confessed to you at a private party and you did say yes, since then you have been with your partners and living the best life has to offer.

.They both treat you well and adore you, so you never get the warning bells that you would get with other yanderes.

.The only time you see their yandere traits is if someone puts their hands on you and tried to hurt you.

.That is when you would see their spicy yandere sides.

.Of course, they tried to keep this from you as much as possible.

.Vortex is the more chill one and even if a rival got too close to you he would still be chill, until someone puts their hands on you and then he is all teeth and nastiness to tear them apart.

.Beelzebub is the one to take the control most of the time with punishing people.

.They would be the best in the end for you. [YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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nixie-writes · 2 years ago

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Loved the poly headcanons with bee and vortex, how about the same but with a female reader who's just an angel (not like literally cause they're a sinner) like- she doesn't drink, party hard, she doesn't cause disturbs, she's kind and sooooo sweet and are always helping everyone she can and see. and she's shorter than vortex and bee (you can do a gender neutral if you feel more comfortable)

-Bee was shocked to meet someone who didn't overindulge in alcohol and partying. You were just a sweetheart who had love to give and she loved that, but it confused her at first that you didn't care to party or drink.

-Vortex found you interesting. You weren't anything like Bee, but she really liked you. You were a breath of fresh air. She didn't have to worry about you drinking too much or overindulging in any way, you were just a little angel. Vortex liked that about you.

-Bee and Vortex always lightly teased you about how short you were. You were shorter than both Bee and Vortex and they thought you were so adorable. If you couldn't reach something Bee would usually fly up to get it, or Vortex, naturally being tall, would get it for you. You knew their teasing was just good fun so you never took it personally.

-Bee and Vortex both loved how sweet and helpful you were. Any time Bee threw a party you were there for the after-party with Tylenol and barf bags for the demons who stayed after the party was over. You never took part in the party itself, you were more on the sidelines encouraging them both to have a good time.

-for example, when Bee noticed Blitzo was drinking to forget instead of for gluttonous reasons you encouraged her to talk to Loona. When Loona got defensive you stepped between them before Bee could take form and get angry. You told them both to take a breather and when Bee came back to talk to Loona again about checking on Blitzo you were there to mediate. Vortex appreciated that you cared so much about Bee and wanted her to stay calm.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss beelzebub x reader #vortex x reader

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thatstonedwriter · 2 years ago

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⋆｡˚ 「 Bad Trip 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; comforting you after indulging too much during your first ever session

◉ CW; weed, anxiety attacks

◉ A/n- I know I said I was gonna work on event requests, but this one just came in, and I was immediately inspired. I get to draw from my personal experience, too lol- and write for Vortex. It's a good day. Enjoy!

◉ Feat; Blitz, Moxxie, Beelzebub, Vortex

It was your first time experimenting with weed. It started out pretty well! But then, the room starts to spin, and you notice it's getting harder to breathe. Your eyes and mouth are dry, and you think.. maybe you've had a bit too much.

Blitz is observant about those he cares about, so when your eyes are red and your breathing becomes more shallow, he knows exactly what's happening. To help you sober up faster, Blitz encourages you to eat and drink whatever you can. Using his spare blankets, he wraps you up and guides you to the bed, where you can get more comfortable. The room is spinning, and your thoughts are racing, so Blitz turns on the TV as a distraction from any negative thoughts you're having. While this is something he's also experienced before, Blitz still has the audacity to make jokes about your lower tolerance, but it doesn't go on for too long. If you start to have a panic attack, Blitz won't be super helpful at first. He'll be overwhelmed and unsure how to comfort you, so he might snap a bit. Although he's not the best with verbal comfort, you can be sure he won't leave you alone.

Moxxie doesn't really smoke, so if you're participating, he's your designated sober person. While, of course, he's kinda awkward, he's much more well-versed in comforting his loved ones. As someone who has had his fair share of panic attacks, he realizes pretty quickly when you've had too much. Because of Moxxie's own anxiety, he overthinks and isn't great with verbal comfort, but he's all for acts of service and physical affection. He'll put a hand on your back to keep you grounded, have stim toys for distractions, and constantly offer to get you anything you need. The constant fussing might be overwhelming, though. One way Moxxie comforts himself is by listening to music, so he might pop on one of his playlists as background noise. Until he's sure you're safe and in a good headspace, Moxxie won't leave your side, and he'll do anything to make sure you're okay.

Beelzebub is probably the reason you over-indulged, to be completely honest. Love her, but her tolerance is way above everyone else's, and she doesn't factor that in when she's encouraging you to smoke. Since she can taste people's energy, she's the quickest to know when something is off. Bee has had her fair share of people going overboard at parties and knows how to help people come down from a bad high- food, water, and laughter. She's big on the whole 'laughter is the best medicine" thing, so she uses humor to try and help you feel better. She'd probably put on a rom-com or comedy show and sling an arm around your shoulders. Her focus on comedy doesn't make her attempts any less sincere. Sessions like this should be fun, and she wants you to have good memories, even if the experience wasn't perfect.

Vortex is a sweetheart but kind of oblivious. He's focused on having a good time- not that he's neglecting you. He just always assumes you're having a good time, too. He'll pick up if things are going wrong, but you'll have to verbalize exactly what's happening so he knows how to help. He's the kind to pull you somewhere quiet and help you focus on breathing. His voice is soft as he explains that experiences like this are totally normal and that you'll be okay. While Tex doesn't want to minimize what you're going through, he doesn't want you to get stuck focusing on the negative. Dude also for sure gives the best hugs. The perfect combination of gentle but grounding. Vortex loves parties, sessions, hang outs, etc- and is all about having a safe, good time with everyone. He assures you that despite all that's happening after you feel better, everything will be okay again.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

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looselyreadymade · 13 days ago

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Part 18: Traitor

Falling into an AU; Reader AFAB x HH

TW: threats, swearing, mild torture, sex acts, anxiety, grief, depression, panic, drugs, violence, MODERATE gore, reader x Alastor, emotional distress, TWO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS

POV: The King's side of things

Lucifer had to use his sorcery on the lock to Alastor’s room to bring him fresh supplies.

The ex-Overlord remained in bed, facing the window, room encased in darkness. The illusionary forest was overgrown, dull and neglected. Nil creatures roamed to the hotel room through it in recent days.

Hesitant, careful, Lucifer approached the bedside table next to Alastor, placing a cool-box of fruit, breads, meaty rice and smoked sausage, cannibal-creole style picky bits.

The covers shifted slightly as the demon pulled them higher over his head, rejecting the presence of Hell’s King, regardless of his intentions.

Not pushing him further, Lucifer held the bedroom door open for long enough that Niffty could freshen up the floors, walls, sides and do a quick bug hunt before collecting the still semi-full dishes they had left yesterday. Niffty was the only one Alastor allowed in his room for more than a single minute, though he didn’t tolerate engaging with her.

Pulling the door shut, they knew it would be locked firm by the next time they walk past.

The hotel corridors felt eerie, lengthened, as if a liminal space more than ever before. Lucifer still had to accommodate himself to the Hazbin Hotel, despite his best efforts for his daughter. It just wasn’t his palace, complete with all its luxuries. Charlie wouldn’t let him change a thing, though. Not after everything they had all been through. It was sanctuary as it was.

It wasn’t unusual to see hotel guests milling around the stairwell, popping in and out of rooms or hanging out in the lobby. There had been a shift in energy; far less enthusiasm for redemption, and far more focus on sheltering refugees.

The Pride Ring’s control over the angel infestation had fully slipped without the mogul of technology. Others came into small facets of power, offering securities and basic programming, though none could compare to the ferocity which drove Vox to success, pioneering Hell’s advancement. The death of such a powerful figure had cost many lives, especially sinners with little to no combat speciality.

In light of this, the other Overlords had settled into a truce; not from agreement, but from necessity. The Vees had fallen without their core inventive member, leaving Hell exposed and vulnerable to Heaven’s offensive tactics. They managed to form a coalition of sorts, sharing their powers and territories for the time being, until the situation improved.

Many sinners of the doomsday district had escaped, having lost the thrill of the fights now their entire ring was under siege. Necessity for survival rendered their enjoyment nullified.

Similarly, the Hellborn populace had often sought homes elsewhere in the rings; many joined Wrath, seeing it as a great place to hide amongst demons who would be able to slaughter angels basically on sight, if given the right weapons. Sloth had also taken in many residents; the ‘ignorance is bliss’ approach appealed to many, many demons.

With a heavy number of Hellborn leaving and sinners slaughtered, Pride ring’s teeth lost their edge. It was no longer feared as much by angels; conversely, this actually helped the infestation issue. It became too easy, too trivial, unnecessary for the angels to wreak havoc in the dwindling populace. Now, it was mostly attacks that prevented growth and stability, fewer and farther between.

As such, the ever-present threat of Heaven’s success in the war loomed over Hell like a guillotine. They still needed Hell to exist as a place for sinners, but were overall in control of the populace and strength of the Pride ring especially.

Lucifer pondered how he had been in attendance at the court hearing for your fate; he knew how assured of their power they felt, how confident they were in domineering over Hell.

On the morning of the hearing, at approximately One AM, he received a phone call from the court registrar, summoning him to the session. To receive a call from Heaven was shocking enough; they preferred shiny golden letters and fancy ribbons at the best of times. This was urgent enough to disregard their pompous acts. He’d attended immediately, entering a suddenly-appearing portal to the gates of Heaven and being escorted in by his siblings Raphael and Uriel.

The court held an exclusively high-ranking jury and staff. Many Seraphims were present, along with a number of arch angels and dominions. He was given a few disgusted glances as he was guided into the courtroom; it had been so very long since he had been here, being judged for his own crimes.

The arguments came thick and fast, the usual manners and facetiousness of Heaven’s highest-ranking angels were disregarded in the pressing issue. A human, in Hell, that had not come from this Universe. Few believed it until Sera had projected her memory, showing the audience proof of the confession. Then it became an onslaught of debate for how this was physically possible. None of the angels came forward with knowledge or guilt regarding the anomaly’s presence. A few had even turned on Lucifer, accusing him of the fault. Lucifer had to fight tooth and nail to defend his innocence, showing his absolute lack of information about the alternative universe. He readily admitted to knowing the anomaly was human; this was not new to the court. The Universe issue was at the forefront of their concern, and yet they still had no further answers, even from him.

The court had pressed Lucifer for as much information as possible about the anomaly; what he knew, how he knew her, what he had seen of her, what her intentions were, Et Cetera. The interrogation was brutal and incessant, ending with their dissatisfied arguments from Lucifer’s poor expanse of knowledge. Knowing Heaven’s extreme interest and concern with the anomaly, he told every bit of truth he knew about her. It just wasn’t enough. He hadn’t even known anything about her other-universe origin until this meeting.

At this point there was no conclusion, no clear ruling. All had differing opinions; many wished to dissect the soul of the anomaly, attempt to find new information regarding its creation and reason for being, whether any strings of fate were attached that went beyond this universe. Others wished for her death, removing her from the equation. As they pointed out, she had caused so much of a ripple in their plans just by existing, there was no safe way to allow her to exist here any further, and no-one knew how to access her Universe to put her back, anyway. There were other suggestions, many of them sickening or cruel; only Lucifer attested to her kindness, her innocence, her love for her friends and how hard she sought to protect them. This enraged many of the jurors and the other Seraphims especially as they shut down every argument he threw at them.

In a final standstill, the jurors were asked to decide between two options; either execute her, decimating her soul, or study her. They would be able to observe her soul’s behaviour, how it interacted with the fates and destinies of other human souls while they investigated how it came to be. To be able to do this, they would place her in a controlled environment; under the close eye of an assigned angel, living on Earth as a human until she dies of any means. They would then be able to examine the passing of her soul into the afterlife, whether this meant being admitted to Heaven, Hell or back to her own universe. They had no idea how to check if it was the latter, just hoping a sign would indicate her departure when she left her human form.

The gavel slammed as the decision was made; the anomaly was to be extracted from Hell, examined in a secure facility in Heaven with significant exorcist guard support, before being placed in a controlled human Earth environment with an assigned ‘guardian angel’. Reports were to be filed on every significant change in the anomaly’s behaviour, decision making, interests, injuries, relationships, and so forth. The list was exhausting. Lucifer had stared in blank horror at the beings he once cared for, once created and thrived with, watching them decide to desecrate a human soul with unimaginable torture once it left the Earth-bound body, for ‘invaluable learning opportunities’.

A portal had opened for him to travel back to Hell, directly to his palace. He had been distraught at how much this was going to upset his daughter, who had grown so fond of the little human. Even he had a soft spot for her, and he hardly knew her.

Lucifer had flown to see Charlie, who had been spending the night with Vaggie after she called, scared and confused. Knocking softly, he’d woken Charlie from sleep and pulled her aside to discuss the revelation.

She had no idea of the magnitude of the situation; Vaggie had only told her of their friend being tearful and solemn the night before, having disappeared to ‘do something necessary’. Vaggie didn’t have much information beyond this, so thus neither did Charlie. Which made the conversation so, so much harder. She’d broken down, clutching him like a lifeline as she imagined the pain the human soul would go through under angel experimentation. It was a guaranteed afterlife of pure torture, beyond anything even the very worst of Hell could imagine. Lucifer’s only reassurance was that they had enough time, hopefully the rest of the human’s mortal lifetime to figure out some sort of loophole or escape for their friend. In the meantime, they could still focus on the Hazbin Hotel and sheltering the sinners from ongoing attacks. For now, it was a case of relenting to Heaven’s ruling, sending her to Earth for the remainder of her life with a prison-guard-slash-guardian-angel watching her every thought and move.

That was what led to the most painful goodbye-party they had ever experienced. She’d been so brave, knowing that she’d likely never see any of her loved ones from Hell ever again. The laughter and relaxation she’d portrayed was as much of a performance for her friends as it was an iron shield of denial. Only flickers of pain in her eyes betrayed the truth the three of them knew was coming, until it finally approached Eight PM, summoning time.

Lucifer had felt the agony of her goodbyes right through his heart. It wasn’t like when he was cast from Heaven; at that time, he knew he was seen as a traitor, feared and hated. This human soul was the exact opposite. Her banishment from Hell was through none of her own actual fault beyond the fact she existed, and that had pissed off the Heavenly order. It was all he could do to not try to run with her, to hide her, to shield her. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, all of Heaven would be after them. They could destroy worlds looking for something this valuable. Instead, he offered a final act of kindness until they could find a way to save her; he held her hand.

They had walked to the embassy, heads held high, stride for stride. Only when he thought she was ready did he let her go, kissing her cheek in blessing. The commotion from their right had distracted him; Angel and Husk were desperately trying to hold back and enraged, terrified or outright insane Alastor from taking on all of Heaven to get the little human back. The sight cracked Lucifer’s resilience just a little more, hearing the powerful Overlord who thought he was the strongest shit in Hell being emotionally broken to pieces at Heaven’s feet.

Lucifer had stared sadly at the anguished deer-fellow, wishing he could have solved this. He didn’t even see the human fall to the stairs as the bullet struck her spinal cord, killing her instantly. The shock was instantaneous, followed by a rage of chaos and terror. He had tried to shield the body, arguing with the angels to let her be buried here now the soul was gone. He stood directly in front of them, screaming at them, preventing them from interrupting Alastor’s grieving.

Then came the fight; Hell’s electrical Overlord, the psychotic bastard who had found and tortured her after she was shot at the Goetia palace, was in a death match with Alastor at full power. The two matched so well, there was barely a coin toss between them for who would survive.

Lucifer continued to battle in words with the angels at the Embassy steps while Alastor and Vox fought, briefly distracted when Alastor came crashing next to him on the steps. In that flash of an instant, the angels had encased the anomaly’s body and disappeared into the Embassy, chased by Charlie and Vaggie who pounded on the magically-sealed glass doors.

Panicking, with the scene unravelling at a lightspeed pace, he saw Alastor’s weakness as the body disappeared into the Embassy. He was distracted, out of control. Without direction or support, the Radio Demon was never going to survive this.

As much as he hated the lanky red prick, he had seen the agony on his face as the girl’s body lie on the steps. Whatever Charlie, or her hotel, or the girl had managed to do, something in Alastor had come to the surface that was worth healing. Vox had no such qualities.

Lucifer stepped into the battle, wings out, in full demonic form. He had no plan, just needed to help Alastor gain the advantage one single time. He would let the infuriated Overlord take care of the rest. One single flame, a beam straight into Vox as he tried to trick Alastor, was all he’d needed.

The scene was... gory. Sadistic. Agonised. Alastor had decimated the corpse of his enemy, mutilated far beyond reason, releasing all the grief and mourning through his rage. All Lucifer had felt was sorrow, observing Alastor’s head drop over the victim, watching his power leave him as whatever deal he had made was broken. Not really a big surprise that Alastor was on a leash in order to have that much power; it did beg the question of what the terms were, if killing Vox had broken the contract.

With the angels now gone, the anomaly and assassin dead, the square outside the Embassy held both chaos and bone-deep silence. None of them had said a word as they came over to Alastor in a group, standing by him as Lucifer and Charlie held him up. The life energy seemed to leave Alastor along with his power. His feet barely touched the ground with weak steps as they mostly carried him, head drooping, back to the Hazbin Hotel.

In his room, most of the furniture and bedding seemed untouched; he hadn’t been there in some time while staying elsewhere. They tried to bring him to the bathroom to help him wash off some of the gore, however were met with the most pathetic feral snarl they had ever heard. Respecting his need to grieve, they left him be for the first few hours.

Charlie had gone to check on him first, reappearing about an hour later looking defeated. Every so often, about every half a day, someone else would try to speak to him, to bring him water, to encourage him to come down, even just to talk about what happened. The ex-Overlord refused everything, beginning to lock the door once people had left to prevent them entering without urgent need or sorcery.

Much to their gratitude, Alastor had shown basic signs of self-care after about a week. His water glasses emptied and odd bites of food disappeared, he had even showered and changed, though mostly remained in bed. They collectively had no idea how to help him.

In the following months, Lucifer observed the aforementioned changes in Hell, noticing the shifts in the war after Vox’s death, how the angels had eased some of their attacks while a lot of the Hellborns in Pride had left. One particular Overlord Rosie had tried to visit Alastor a few times, spending a couple of hours with him before giving up. That was more than he allowed from most. Still, the weak and emotionally defeated demon showed no signs of actual recovery.

Charlie and Lucifer had included the other Hazbin group in their current investigation; initially, they had avoided telling them the full extent of how difficult it was to find the source of the angel invasion, however now it seemed paramount to have every idea from any source possible. This included a surprising suggestion from Vaggie; to ask the I.M.P. team if they could investigate too, pulling every string from every friend they had. Lucifer didn’t see the value in this as he had already taken Charlie to pressure every one of the other Sins; yet Charlie seemed to agree, hugging Vaggie close as the idea started to flesh out. Their thought process geared towards the concept that if someone powerful was helping angels in and out of Hell undetected, they weren’t going to admit it without being backed into a corner. The best way to do this would be to apply pressure to those who knew the Sins intimately, more so even than the King of Hell.

Blitzo and his team had watched the assassination and resulting Overlord death live on TV. They had no idea their pal was being essentially deported, let alone about to be assassinated. The whiplash had caught them completely off-guard, rendering their next few missions more sloppy and chaotic than usual.

They complied with the idea to investigate the Sins with as much leverage as possible; Blitzo volunteered his old best friend Fizzarolli, who caught on extremely quickly to their line of questioning and defended Asmodeus as if his life depended on it. This was when Blitzo reminded Fizz that this wasn’t the only Sin he knew extremely well; Mammon had contracted him for years before Fizz had unceremoniously quit mid-performance. The gaping hole left in Mammon’s repertoire of clowns had near-wrecked the revenue into the Greed capital. That was until the performances changed into weekly bashes, galas and celebrations that became even more renowned than Bee’s. The guest list was metres-long of names, many of them royals and wealthy Hellborns who enjoyed the balcony view and personal chefs at the events while the lower class of demons were served an immense array of alcohol, snacks, treats, drugs and gifts. Fizz had no idea about how the hell Mammon had even managed to kick-start such a series of over-the-top events, how much it would have cost to fund them alone was astronomical, and that was before the parties really got a name for themselves.

The cogs were turning in Fizz’s mind as he spoke, mapping out the timeline from when the events had kicked off and gained traction in the rings, becoming famous across all of Hell for the lavish extravaganzas. Every. Single. Week. The fireworks display alone would fill the entire night sky with both brilliant explosive colours and a heave of smoke.

Lucifer asked how Mammon could possibly afford this; last time he’d seen the Sin of Greed, he was bitching constantly about the drop in revenue. Loona interjected, making a sarcastic comment that he was probably making some shady deals elsewhere, given how hard it was to run a party that big; Bee had told her so, anyway. Blitzo asked whether Beelzebub could have possibly been working with Mammon to throw the parties, if there was something good in it for her. Loona laughed the idea off, telling them how even most of Bee’s Hellhound guests had switched to the Greed ring for their weekly parties, ruining her own fun. If anything, she was pissed at her fellow Sin.

Charlie and Lucifer asked questions, drew out timelines and maps on a big sheet, working out who knew who and who benefitted from the parties. The more they talked, the more they realised pretty much every other ring was losing people who were now moving to Greed or at least spending most of their money there enjoying Mammon’s events. He was making major profit, seemingly to no end. The question was: how did he fund the initial parties?

Blitzo and Stolas set off to try and ask some of their contacts while Loona went to find Bee and Vortex. Millie and Moxxie stayed back, holding the fort and looking after their toddler. Charlie and Lucifer decided to have a go at speaking to the Sin of Greed himself.

The circus tent had become more of a palace by this point. Lucifer didn’t even recognise the building until he saw the wall-to-floor self-portraits of Mammon laughing, holding drinks, welcoming guests in, throwing money in the air.

Every so often they would glimpse another bar, another box of fireworks, another chaise lounge. This place was packed to the brim with luxuries and equipment for huge celebrations with thousands of guests in the now massively expanded home. Stairs rounded up to high balconies, sporting rows of flowers and fruit on vines just casually hanging in place. In the centre of the circular palace was the open courtyard where the main event was held, revealing a completely exposed open top that gave a huge, clear view of the Hellish night sky where fireworks would rain magnificently.

They found Mammon in a private boutique, where sex dolls, toys, gala-themed clothing and an array of trinkets lined the walls. Mammon was throwing actual brick-stacks of cash at a delivery man carrying more boxes of fireworks.

“Heeeey!! Luci, long time no see, how’s the Big Man?!” He ran (waddled quickly) over to Lucifer, grabbing him in a chokehold and scruffing his hair. Lucifer pushed him off, fake-laughing as he reorganised his appearance, brushing off the sleeves. “Extremely busy, Mamm. You know how crazy Hell has been? Just this week, we had another batch of sinners found dead to angel blades. We thought this was going to hopefully be ending soon now that Adam is dead, but apparently not. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”

The puckered mouth and wide eyes told them everything they needed to know. Shit.

“Listen, aye, you have no fuckin’ right to stride your fuckin’ almighty ass in here and make these huuuge accusations at me, with no fuckin proof. I ain’t got nothin’ to do with the shitty angel highway and i ain’t got shit else to say to you!”

Lucifer grinned, catching him in the lie. “Mammon! Come on, you know this is everyone’s problem, yours and mine included. If you know someone who knows someone, maybe they could tell me more about the angel highway?”

Mammon stammered, “What? What’s that? An angel highway? No such thing. PFFFT. You’re going senile mate.”

“Are you sure? You're the one who said ‘angel highway’ first, i only use the words ‘entry and exit to Hell’. So you do know more about this, perhaps more than you’d care to admit?”

His face turned a darker green as the anger flared, sputtering half-words as he tried to reach for an excuse. Lucifer interrupted the scrambling Sin; “Listen, pal. I need answers. If you’re not going to share them, I'll have to speak to the Seraphims to see whether they know anything about what’s going on. How... badly will that conversation go, buddy?”

Sneering, Mammon crossed his arms, defensive. “You fuckin’ dare. You FUCKIN’ dare shithead and I'll kick your fancy ass into the next ring over. You don’t know SHIT. Shut your little mouth and fuck off back to the loser ring with the sewage of human souls.”

Lucifer growled, squaring up before Charlie jumped in front of him, dragging him away. Lucifer obliged, still staring down Mammon as Charlie called back, “Nooo worries mister Mammon sir! We’re going! Back to Pride! We’ll leave you alone, you seem so busy, thank you for your time, uh, byeee!”

Rounding the corner Charlie put a finger to her lips, holding her father away from the door. Curious, he let his capable daughter take the lead on how to get the information. They stood by the door listening as Mammon threw a tantrum, yelling and throwing merchandise. The Sin was particularly angry at the risk of Lucifer telling another Seraphim.

Trying to look casual as they left, they plastered on fake smiles and strode out of the palace. Once far enough away for the doormen to see, they crept around to a side entrance and snuck through service doors, hiding in cupboards and behind curtains on the way like bad detectives. They weren’t caught, thankfully. God knows how though.

Reaching a storage room for party supplies, they checked through box after box, searching for itemised lists, receipts, itineraries, anything to reveal the source of the party funds. Nothing stood out to them. Charlie called Blitzo to ask how they were getting on; after he shouted down the phone asking if it was really fuckin’ urgent, she confirmed no and hung up as gunshots rained in the speaker. She told Lucifer they were a little busy. Next she tried the number Loona had given her; she answered on the second ring, asking who it was before laughing in relief that it was only the princess of Hell. Loona had slightly better luck with her investigation; Bee hadn’t known anything about how the parties started, only that they were suddenly advertised out of nowhere not too long after Fizzarolli had quit, and the first few parties had hooked almost everyone’s attention for the luxuries and good time. Bee was particularly annoyed at being upstaged at her own speciality. She’d told Loona about the rave reviews, how amazing the night was and how brightly the sky lit with rainbows of brilliant explosions. Loona’s sarcasm carried heavily through the phone as she described the events, unimpressed. Charlie asked her about whether she knew who was funding the first parties; apparently, Bee had no idea, and didn’t really have any suggestions of who to speak to. Lucifer offered to take the phone, asking if Bee was still around to speak to. The voice changed in the speaker as Bee took over.

The two Sins had always gotten along as brother and sister; rarely ever agreeing, going for years without seeing each other, but had each other’s backs die-hard style. Bee told him about where she usually got her own supplies, and that they weren’t affected at all. Despite how much Mammon was ordering in massive quantities, the availability and consistency of her party gear stayed the same. They agreed this was actually a really useful consideration, as that meant Mammon had an off-Hell supplier. Bee’s goods came from the biggest company in all the rings, straight from Greed itself, and yet wasn’t affected by the Greed Sin’s sudden massive bashes?

They chatted some more, circling around the same idea that Mammon was definitely in league with Heaven. There was no way Earth could create this many supplies without causing great suspicion in both Heaven and Hell, especially if human souls that knew about it pass away and go to their respective afterlives. They debated the possibility of Lucifer going to Heaven itself and causing yet more drama with a bunch of angels who likely didn’t know about the secret operation. The idea was kaboshed as soon as it was said.

Charlie tapped her dad on the shoulder as someone jingled the locked door handle. Lucifer whispered “gotta go, bye Bee!” into the phone and hung up, diving behind a pile of confetti bags with Charlie.

The door unlocked, shedding light into the storage bay; four large, broad demons wheeled in trays of goods, all of which adding to the same stack the Morningstars had already searched. One of Mammon’s assistants followed in, signing off on the paperwork and handing it back. Bingo. Lucifer winked at Charlie before morphing into a mouse and chasing the assistant, dodging the demons and slipping into cracks, out of sight, before giving chase when the coast was clear. The assistant had reported to Mammon in his private dressing room, informing him of the successful order and confirming the increase in security for this week’s event. Lucifer, still a teeny innocent-looking mouse with teeny red padded paws, flexed his ears to follow the conversation.

The assistant was well within the know. Mammon immediately launched into a complaint about how Luci had threatened him with calling him out, dobbing him in, cutting off his golden goose, and so on. The assistant placated him with bored reassurances, that all they had to do was have a week without angels travelling through the highway so if they did come noseying in, they wouldn’t find anything. Mammon was thrilled at the idea, but also huffed about how he was going to have to break it to ‘that bitch’ about not letting anyone in or out of the highway this week. Lucifer stilled, his fears confirmed; Mammon was allowing the angels into Hell. Profiting off it, even.

Lucifer scurried out, using the thick curtains as cover while he found his way back to Charlie. He managed to fit under the door, checking the coast was clear before reforming as himself. He brushed off the dust and dirt as Charlie jumped out to hug him, relieved he was okay. He filled her in on what he’d heard and opened a portal back to the Hazbin Hotel to discuss the new information.

Back at the hotel, all the staff had gathered in Alastor’s room. He sat up in the bed, back against the headboard, scowling at the invasion of privacy. Charlie had pointed out to him that they needed absolute privacy to discuss something ground-breakingly important for the fate of all Hell, and his room was generally avoided at all costs by guests. She didn’t mention how hopeful she was that this would help him feel a bit better, to be involved and to see how hard they were working to stop the angels. She knew, deep down he still cared enough to want to help them, he just had it a bit rough right now. She was sure of it.

She was wrong, but it still amused him enough to stay awake to listen to their scheming. Their foolish, desperate attempt to trap the Sin into admitting his deal, or to catch him red-handed helping angels in and out. He sighed, thinking how stupid this was.

Despite how quiet it was, nearly the whole room spun their heads to look at Alastor after he sighed. It was the most emotion they had seen in weeks.

Charlie spoke up, hesitant, “Al? You okay over there?”

He side-eyed the closed windows, irritated. It took a few seconds to clear his throat before replying in a dull, regular demon voice, no trace of radio static; “No offence dear Charlotte, however this plan is doomed from the start. There will be nothing to catch as they will cease the transporting of angels until they have a different method, by which point all your efforts will be completely useless. You will be playing cat and mouse with both the Sin of Greed and a frankly militant agent up in Heaven who has been playing you for a long time. This ‘Mammon’ has none of the intellect or wherewithal to pull this depth of genius off. Chances are, he might even get ditched as the guy on the inside if they consider him more of a risk than an ally to the cause. Did you consider any of that, dear?”

Silence fell as the group considered the blatant accuracy of his words, regardless of how rudely he said them.

Lucifer smiled a little, forming an idea. “You’re right, though not in any helpful way, bellhop. Mammon is now very much a loose end. He’s going to end up tied in it one way or another. What if we kicked off enough of a stink, caused enough problems at his party that he loses it, thinking that if no one wants to come to the party then he’ll have no excuse to have all those fireworks covering up the tracks? “Think of it this way Charlie, if we can get Mammon himself to crack and expose himself as working with an angel warmonger, Heaven would have no choice but to confront whoever’s sending the angels in order to keep their holier-than-thou status!”

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jalicecookie · 4 months ago

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Floating Honey

Queen Bee is not only an amazing Sin and Party Person, she also cares a lot about Women Rights in Hell. Especially once her Goddaugther seem´s to have some personal Trouble. Floating Honey Auntie Mode activated! (TW: Bullying, oppression and a very pissed off Queen Bee)

My kind off late entry for the @hellsgreatestevents women’s day fundraiser for the Lilith Fund! I totally stand behind Womens Rights and will donate $5 for every 80 Notes on this Work, so please take your time and visit their pages for more information about the donations and participation <3 :-)

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You turn up the volume on your wireless headphones, as you get off the bus and walk up the long driveway to your godmother Queen Bee's estate.

Your head is down and your thoughts are trying to sort themselves out. Today had been a fucking crappy day at school…for many reasons. You had always been one of the outcasts in your year.

It had never really bothered you because unlike Queen Bee, you rarely bask in the center of a group…or a party.

You prefer to observe, take mental notes and draw conclusions. Life in hell wasn't always good or great, but you have people around you that you can trust to make this infinity a little more bearable.

Queen Bee and her boyfriend Vortex were just two of your chosen group of people and you love spending time with them. (Vortex is actually a total girls dad and always wants to give you advice and tips or convince you to try his favorite sport!) and Queen Bee is the best godmother you could wish for.

Sure, she says straight away what she thinks, is the sin of gluttony and celebrates a lot…really a lot of parties…but she always has an open ear for you.

You just don't want to burden the people , who are close to you with…annoying things.

Everyday life in high school was just…bullshit.

The teachers were stressed out, the girls who already didn't like you…gossiped about you again and the boys in gym class made some stupid comment…that you were just a weak girl…a weak demon arctic fox girl who was a coward.

Just to say one thing…the boys had locked you in the gym (the gym teacher had already left and assigned a small group to clean up and lock up) as a final demonstration of your low value as a little teenage arctic fox demon…you had been part of that group).

To make a long story short, just because you were the weak arctic fox demon, you were locked up and left behind. The boys had filmed your panicked face through the transparent window to the gym locker room and apparently made a live stream. And you? You couldn't do anything except desperately shake the locked door and see the mean expressions in the boys' eyes.

You weren't weak or... worse just because you're a girl... hell, no matter how you get down here, demands adjustment... it's not an easy life, but you've found your place... only the insecurities you carry around with you have been further reinforced by this action.

Finally, thanks to your small size, you were able to climb through a ventilation shaft into the school's hallways and from there get back to freedom... you took the bus towards the city center, changed twice the bus and then ended up at the driveway to your aunt's property.

You had known the large property since the early days of your childhood.

Not only because the property is like a second home in its luxurious design…but also because you helped behind the scenes to plan Queen Bee's legendary parties and even practiced some of the dance choreographies with Bee.

Only…your aunt and her friends had better things to do than listen to your suffering about school bullying, humiliation and insecurity…you had already answered your parents' questions - school is OK - you could pretend that everything was okay for Queen Bee, right?

No.

Because as soon as you look into the face ,of the sin of gluttony, the tears gather in your eyes again, your foxtail starts to tremble and your entire posture seems intimidated.

You are not afraid of your aunt…but the total weight of the bullying action hits you directly with full force…simply because Queen Bee's eyes shine so much , when she sees you…because she likes having you around.

"Honey Bee what happened? You look like a fucking mess?"

You look down at the floor and try to hide it somehow, but when Queen Bee repeats her question, Vortex is also lured into the entrance hall of the mansion.

"School was just stupid…", you said, a poor attempt at distraction.

"You're shaking, kiddo… seems to have been more than just stupid," Vortex said carefully, standing next to Queen Bee to give you an equally worried look.

You sniff once, overwhelmed, and sit down on the edge of the bee-shaped fountain.

"I'm… just weak and… the boys in gym class said a girl can't do this sport and…", you were interrupted by an angry growl from Queen Bee.

"All this girls are weaker because bla bla bullshit has been getting on my nerves for years! What do these people actually think? Performance depends on the fucking gender? We women are damn powerful, sweety!"

You shrug your shoulders and Vortex just shakes his head too. Performance shouldn't depend on gender… no matter if you're a girl or a boy… what makes these classmates so special that they can judge you like that?

"And… if I'm not powerful enough, Auntie Bee?"

"What do you think? You're the smartest arctic fox demon I know… my perfect party planning assistant and my favorite godchild!"

"I'm your only godchild!"

"More girl power yeeeah"

You try to smile, but you can't.

"There…..there's something else……after the boys said that, they locked me in the school gym…."

There was silence for a moment before something changed in Queen Bee's aura.

The fire/lava element that surrounded her became darker in color and she bared her teeth threateningly.

"WTF! Vortex! We're going to pay those wanna bee idiots a visit! They picked on the wrong woman!" Queen Bee growled and she enlarged her appearance with her abilities so that she looked even more threatening in her angry state.

"Auntie Bee… what if that only makes it worse?" you said meekly.

"They locked you up and bullied you because you're just a weak female arctic fox in their eyes, which is bullshit! Some of the most famous seven deadly sins are damn women! YOU deserve an apology and those assholes deserve expulsion!"

Queen Bee changed her body size back to standard, grabbed your hand with one hand and Vortex's arm with the other to guide you both to the exit of the estate.

"Call your parents Honey Bee, they will certainly agree…..and in the in the Name of Lucifer - if these boys have the nerve, to deny their actions…..it's been a long time since I've seen a few heads roll, but fucking yes, I will stand up for your rights!", Queen Bee growled almost belligerently as you dialed your parents' number on your cell phone.

No more heads rolled that day, but Queen Bee made it clear to the boys that their behavior was real bullshit and they must also expect to be expelled from school - thanks to the influence of the deadly sin.

And this success was almost as sweet as….

Like…..

Yes, exactly! - Like floating honey.

THE END

#HellsGreatestInternattionalWomensDay #helluvaverse #womenhood #queen bee #helluva boss #international women's rights day #vortex #honey #auntie #helpful #helluva boss x reader #pride ring #sloth ring #gluttony ring #seven sins

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fizzyrodeo · 2 years ago

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got inspired by a random post and categorized the 'main' helluva boss characters by how good their songwriting skills are and if they'd use them in a relationship!

inspired by @bladesjulia29 !

can't write songs but would for their s/o:

Millie

Chaz (okay he can write songs but... not very well)

can write songs and would for their s/o:

Moxxie (canon)

Stolas

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

can write songs but wouldn't for their s/o:

Demon! Mayberry (doesn't really sing post-death, it reminds her of her past...)

Verosika (would probably write songs inspired by s/o, but not any exclusively for them— especially if they're #1 hit material)

Striker (mf probably wouldn't even take requests)

can't write songs and wouldn't for their s/o:

Blitzø (would probably try at least once if he thinks his s/o would really like the effort)

Loona

Vortex

Stella

Crimson

Barbie

Mammon

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noemilivv · 1 year ago

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Hello! how is it going? I’m so happy to see your requests are back open and that you also write for Helluva Boss now, so I wanted to request something for that! One of my favorite works of yours are the Hazbin Hotel things of reader finding the characters crying and comforting them, so I was thinking I’d love to request the same thing but for Helluva Boss characters. Maybe Blitzø, Stolas, Fizz and Moxxie x gn reader (either platonic or romantic is fine) where reader find them crying and comforts them? ❤️

also sorry if I messed up my english, it’s not my first language :)

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳ø, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

a/n: MY FIRST HELLUVA REQUEST LETS GOOO. my first few requests for helluva might be a bit ooc due to the fact that i’m much more of a hazbin girly lol. i literally almost started crying writing blitzø’s part so PLSPLSPLSPLS enjoy that one esp 😋 i think this is one of the longest things i’ve ever wrote tbh LOL but okay enough of my yapping, enjoy

warnings: possible angst(?), platonic!moxxie, profanity, mentions of sex in blitzø and fizzarolli’s part, use of yn in moxxie’s part, ooc writing in all 4 parts😭

proofread: yessir 😎

tags: helluva boss, stolas, fanfic, blitzø, moxxie, fizzarolli, hb, x reader

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳ø

…always felt so trapped, despite the fact that maybe, just maybe, it was because of his own doing. and deep down, he knew that, whether he said it aloud or not.

he never thought the voices in his head could sound so real, he never thought his closest loved ones could seem so far, he never thought that his spirits could be so low, especially when those around him thought that they were so high.

when his daughter, his precious, his world, slammed her bedroom door in his face before screaming, “i fucking hate you!” against the clash of things being thrown from the other side of the door, he couldn’t stop his eyes from filling with tears.

blitzø didn’t know what in all of hell was up with him today, something mentally, that’s for sure.

he couldn’t help but feel a curl in his stomach watching millie and moxxie be all lovey throughout their shared shift, and not a good kind of ‘curl’, he couldn’t scroll through sinsta for three minutes without seeing a verosika-related post, either by her, or one of her sex deprived fans, and he had just gotten home from a meeting with stolas for their…monthly activities — and he couldn’t help but feeling like a shit boyfriend to the one he loved most, and fuck, even his loonie is mad at him now too??

the imp sluggishly moved across to the other side of his apartment and slumped onto the couch, his face being taken in by the warmth of the rough pillow, with his phone in his hands, he felt it vibrate.

if he got lucky, it might be an apology call from loona, as she was probably already out bitching with her friends at those stupid hound parties, thanks to vortex.

but no, it was a call, from you, normally he loved your late night conversations you both had with one another, but tonight? eh… it really wasn’t the time.

he stared at his screen for a moment, his eyes fixating on your contact info, the name displaying ‘babe’ with a red heart emoji, and the picture was a selfie you guys took together.

in the miniature version of the photo, it showed blitzø in a band t-shirt, sticking his tongue out with a ‘v’ to his lips, as you grinned at the camera, as you cuddled into his horns, it was the morning after your first time together, your bed head looked adorable, it could kill him.

he sighed softly, before pressing the ‘call’ button, putting the phone to his ear. “hey, babe!” you spoke from the other side, your voice slightly muffled from the quality of the mic in your phone.

that alone caused him to start sobbing all over again, ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck fuck.’ he thought to himself, but that wasn’t what mattered now. you just sounded so happy, when he felt so shit, that’s one of the many things he loved about you, you were so strong, always saw the light.

“hey hey, shhh, blitzø, what happened??” you cooed through the phone, your heart ached for him, you rolled over onto your side while you laid in bed, curling up to the blankets, as you would to your boyfriend, if he were there with you.

all you got as a response were whimpers from the other line, a few hiccups here and there. “i need words, love.” you said, softly.

blitzø sniffled, “bad day..” his voice cracked as he spoke, although he did so, so softly, well obviously you’d seen him upset before, but never like this.

“wanna talk about it?” you asked, more than hesitant to do so, you knew blitzø was by no means good with his feelings, and you were lucky you got this far with him, considering some failed attempts from the past of you trying to ease him into opening up, but you had to try, it just felt right.

on the other hand, blitzø was just as nervous as you were, if not more, he had been through it all before, and for him, it had never ended pretty, but he loved you more than anything, and he knew he had to do this.

“yeah..”

you listened to every word he said, for hours, 9pm turned to 11pm, 11pm turned to 2am, and 2am turned to kicking down his apartment door at 3:19am to cuddle him to sleep on the couch.

and as tired as she was, as well as annoyed, loona couldn’t stay mad at her father after seeing him snuggled up next to you on the couch asleep.

especially when she snapped a picture and posted it all over sinsta…

guess who’s mad now, bitch?

𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳

…never felt like he had gotten home so exhausted before. he didn’t even have the energy to sling himself across the palace to get to his bed quicker

he wanted to see you, he wanted to be with you, he wanted to be against you and your nice warm body, with your beautiful smile…

after walking up a few flights of stairs, taking an elevator here and there, walking down a hallway that was way too long to be one to begin with, he reached your shared room. he was home.

“hi, baby!” you exclaimed, happy to see your partner at last, pausing your show that was displayed on the big screen T.V in your room, hoping out of bed to peck your boyfriend on his cheek. “i missed you!”

he managed a tired smile, “i missed you too, sweetie.” fizz paused for a moment, looking away from your gaze before asking, “can i hug you?”

fizz had a lazy, but goofy grin on his face, extending his arms out to you, doing grabby hands. you give a pouty smile, your partner was so cute you couldn’t deal with it, “of courseee, froggyyy.” you said, babying your tone, pulling him in by the waist.

“you don’t gotta ask, y’know, we’ve been together too long to do that.” you joke with a chuckle, fizz laughs along with you, softer than yours, but still, he sinks into your arms before replying, “mammon’s business, despite its stressors, has taught me the importance of consent, and not just when it comes to sex”

fizz chuckled, his tired but soft tone still remained, as he pulled away from you just slightly to peck your nose, “i’d never wanna hurt you, honey, it’s better to ask, then to be sorry, y’know?”

you blink momentarily, you were not expecting that response out of him, you recover quickly, however, smiling at him, “you are just the sweetest.” you say, pulling him in for another hug, placing a peck to his neck, snuggling your face in it as you do so.

before you can even get another word out, fizz starts crying, attempting to sniffle back the tears.

you pull away instantly, “froggy? are you okay?” scanning him for any signs of harm or discomfort.

your boyfriend nods, makeup dripping down his face, “y-yes…” his lips trembling softly as he spoke. “did something happen at work today?”

fizz shook his head, “not really” he sniffled again, “just missed you.”

“awww fizzie, cmon!” you take his hand, pulling him the bathroom,

“let’s take a nice, warm bath, and then we can do skincare and watch that one show you like, and then we can go to bed, does that sound nice?”

“that sounds really nice… thank you…”

𝐦𝐨𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐞

…was your good friend since your early childhood years, his father had a business connection with your parents, which led to you both being babysat together a lot.

both of you were grown adults now, he was married to your gal-pal from your high school days, and you were engaged to one of the kids from your friend group back when you were in college, well, before dropping out.

other than your separate significant others, you were eachothers ride-or-dies, your for-lifers. you both went to eachother for practically everything.

so when moxxie knocks on your door while your spouse is out with friends, asking for help, you don’t hesitate to let him in.

you sit him down asking him what was the matter, and he gets fidgety immediately, stuttering out an attempted response before the tears start flowing, he starts crying about how he got into an argument with millie, and how scared he was that this might ruin their marriage.

instantly, as it was second nature to you, you scoot closer to him the couch, rubbing his back as he sobbed, still venting to you about the argument and how much he misses millie.

“look, mox, here’s what ya gotta do. just call her, and tell her everything you’ve told me, i’ve known millie since we were just freshies, she’s bound to understand!”

“i guess so.. thanks, yn.”

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

...was distraught, and even that was an understatement. his beloved octavia was lost, in los angeles, in the human realm.

you, stolas, and blitzø searched around what felt like all of fucking earth to find her, while millie and moxxie were off doing eachother who knows what.

stolas sighed, running a hand through his now human hair, his breath beginning to get noticeably more shaky, with blitzø walking ahead of the two of you.

“hey.” you say, putting a hand on his arm, “it’s gonna be okay.”

“but what if it’s not though? what she’s not okay? what if she’s in danger? or worse, what if someone took her?” his voice trembled more and more at the thought.

“no.” you start, turning stolas around to face you. “she’ll be okay.” you say, putting a hand onto his chest, “she’s smarter than you may think, she’s seventeen now! she’ll know what to do.”

“but what if something happens? and i’m not there to protect her?” stolas says, his movements going to a halt, blitzø looked at the two of you, before mouthing that he’ll meet up with the both of you later.

before you know it, tears well up in his eyes, without even thinking, he pulls you into a tight hug. “i just need to know my girl is okay…”

“she’ll be okay, sweetie.” you say, pecking his cheek, you pull back slightly, lovingly looking into his eyes, “and so will you..”

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imp-simp · 2 years ago

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Beelzebub x Vortex x Loona x Reader poly headcanons

GN Pronouns

A/N This is my first attempt at writing for Helluva Boss, so any advice is greatly appreciated :3

~You joined the relationship shortly before Loona did. When it was just you, Tex, and Bee, you would spend lots of time at Bee's parties, making sure the vibe was right.

~When Loona joins in, you spend time making sure she's comfortable while Bee and Tex take care of the more party related concerns.

~Cuddle piles are a must, Tex is usually underneath, and his fur is so warm you're usually out in a couple of minutes. Loona and Bee are on either side of him, with you cuddling up where you fit. Usually on top of Tex or snuggling into Loona.

~You all get along pretty well, but with Bee's parties being so crazy you end up spending time with them individually throughout the day.

~When you're hanging with Bee, she likes to drag you on stage and sing a duet. If you're not much of a singer, she'll still perform for the party, but her eyes stay glued to you, making sure you see how cool she looks.

~When you're with Tex, things tend to be a bit more chill. You spend most of the party snacking on things that Bee makes and having casual conversation with other party guests. Maybe a couple beers here and there but overall very chilled out vibes.

~Finally, when you're with Loona, you tend to hang around her small social circle, spending most of the night talking shit with her friends. Unless Blitzø is at the party, in which case be prepared to babysit both of them all night. Blitzø is a party animal, and Loona is a bad influence, so you'll have to stay close or else someone's getting hurt, more than likely Blitzø.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #queen bee #helluva boss beelzebub

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bunji-enthusiast · 3 months ago

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Hello! I was the one who sent the 4kota x helluva boss reader and i'm glad you enjoyed writing it! I enjoyed reading it but I had thought of this a bit earlier (i guess you weren't taking requests and idk if you still aren't) but I would like to request a romantic 4kota lancelot, and/or tristan with the same helluva boss queen beelzebub! reader except it's where loona meets her when vortex introduces them together and she isn't really a fan. And then it gets to that one scene where they sorta confront her (out of concern) about her dad and she gets defensive? (i hope i'm saying this right and i hope you understand what i mean) except instead of it being loona it can be guinevere for lancelot and isolde for tristan? I hope this make sense and I hope you have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 (𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞)

Sypnosis [As written in request.]

Characters [Tristan, Isolde.]

Note || nice to see you dear! I’m just trying to ease myself back into doing requests now since I’ve taken enough of a hiatus lmao. I know I’ve posted a few things here and there but this is now just an official thing lol. Didn't do Lance for this, ran out of energy whoops.

Tristan Liones

You were hosting an extravagant party, it was nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. it was a very you-thing to do, as you would. Especially since you had fed off the energy of the liveliness and good mood, and that you had always cared a great deal about others despite that fact. Tristan had taken it upon himself to help out with the party, setting up the decorations and the drinks, foods, all of it. Though you had more then enough of the funds to handle it, he was very insistent, as in his words; "It'd be rude of me to not help."

Which was sweet.

Cue you now sobbing and holding him to the front of your chest, while Tristan was confused as to why you were, he simply just smiled. Pink dust coloring his cheeks, a slight sort of embarrassment for him, but he didn't mind as he simply patted your head.

Later on, as the guests filled the halls, nobles and monarchs alike; Tristan had inevitably been pushed into introducing his parents to you. You had gotten along with them swimmingly well within the first few seconds of the introduction, which he guessed shouldn't have been surprising. As you always had a simple and easy energy, approachable and amicable to get along with. However, the stories some of his parents would tell was to say the least, mortifying. Elizabeth had a lenience to her stories about Tristan, his father however, did not. Sensing that Tristan was becoming increasingly dismayed, you decided to shift the focus elsewhere, then went off to check on some of the guests.

Tristan was indubitably sighing in relief for your small gesture within the situation with his parents, he wasn't sure if he could take much more of that. He was happy that his parents were well, but seriously, they could be a bit much sometimes. Especially to his own lover.

Meanwhile, a song began to play, something personal from your own arsenal of musical tastes. Tristan definitely knew it was your doing, he's heard the similarity in your favorite songs.

Lo and behold, it was indeed you. Out in the air, singing your heart out for anyone to hear, though you weren't in the slightest terrible. For his own ears, your voice was as if a small piece of heaven itself. He's gotten some private showings of your singing before, though it was more so you sitting together in bed while he heard you sing a new musical piece.

while you had sung - Tristan just had suddenly remembered that he invited one of his friends, Isolde, and made his way over to the very pink-headed figure that was swimming through the crowd. "Hey Isolde! you came after all." He greeted, watching as she nodded in response.

"Yes, thank... you." She drawls, almost a state of awkwardness. Tristan wonders why she was acting so odd, but decides to just write it off as nervousness. He knew that she wasn't always good with such loud atmosphere's all the time.

Tristan just nods, "How about I introduce you to someone? I don't believe you two have met before." He then grabs her, almost gentle enough to wait for her to reject the invitation if she wants to. But then she doesn't, so he pulls her along. Watching the crowd, and surveying the area for you.

Finally, as the song reaches its end. You elicited cheers from the crowd, eyes sweeping against the masses of bodies, until you finally laid eyes on Tristan. And someone else at his side, you assumed it was the friend he spoke of. So you flew down with a whoop, cheering as you greeted them.

"Hey, what's up guys?" You laughed, sweeping your arms out, as if gesturing to the whole place. "The parties greet! Am I right?" You added, a smile evidently on your face.

Tristan lets up a smile, feeling the bustling energy clearly radiating from you. "It's good," He replies, then he holds out his hand. Presenting the pink-headed friend. "This is Isolde."

"Hi." She simply says, almost as if she were uncomfortable. You noticed it, but decided not to push her. You held out a hand, shaking hers, which surprised her, but she reluctantly returned the shake.

"It's so, so good to finally meet you!" You grin, eyes sparkling with something magical. "Tristan talked a lot about you."

Isolde seemed to be warmed at the notion, her gaze turned to Tristan, watching as he confirmed your fact. She then turned back to you, shoulders seemingly now more squared. "Good things, I hope." She laughs, you grinned even wider, sensing her good mood.

"Don't worry, I've had in-fact heard only..." You paused, shaking your head with a snigger. "Good things about you." Tristan senses your mischief, only rolling his eyes at the thought. Isolde arches a brow in confusion, seemingly wanting to know more about what he said to you.

You nod, crossing your arms as you explained. "He talks a lot about how badass and cool you are, even if you are," You raise one of your arms that aligned on your lower set, pinching the space between your fingers, "hot-headed."

Isolde was surprised at the term, a note of dismay clear in her features.

"Isolde, this is my partner." Tristan adds, introducing you by name. You nodded as well, giving her a small wave.

Though you swore you felt a slight trigger in the wavelength of her energy, like something set her off just by the next second. However, on the outside, she was perfectly calm and composed.

You couldn't deny though, Isolde was quite the beautiful lady. You wondered as to why she didn't already have someone so near and dear to her as Tristan was for you. Her eyes were pretty too, almost as if they outranked the gems labeled as emeralds.

"Well, anyway; you two enjoy yourselves." You stepped back, "I gotta start up the competitions!" You giggled, ready for the mischief to ensue. Tristan sighed wistfully, crossing his arms as he watched you go.

"Don't go overboard please." He says, and you just pout -- "Hey! I am not that bad!"

"What do you mean by that?" Isolde interrupts, almost raucously. Tilting her head as she returned her gaze to Tristan.

Tristan just waves his hand as he thought about it, "Oh you know... they can have a habit of overdoing things with the other person involved in their competitions. Which they usually win, but they aren't necessarily unfair." He says, "Just, a tad excessive."

She just only musters the energy to nod, "Uh-huh.." She almost was a little jealous of that sort of thing. 'So he likes you, a party animal?...' Isolde never took Tristan to like a person like you for example, which came as a surprise initially. But then the more she thought about it, the more the thoughts drowned out her idea of secureness.

But then came the tipping point, which ruined the mood and atmosphere for everyone involved.

You had gotten into a competition with Isolde's paternal father, which resulted you in losing. But you lost fair and square, and respected that. But then he concerned you, going over more then he needed too. So you stopped the competition, then set him down somewhere safe. You weren't sure about leaving him alone, but you didn't have any necessary choice in the matter.

There was one goal in mind, and that was to find Isolde. Finally, you found her out in the open, you ran over to her, eyes full of worry. "Hey girl!" You shouted, waving your hand. Her eyes snap over to you, seemingly rimmed with red. "Maybe you should check on your dad?..."

She was annoyed, as well as confused, "Why?"

"He seems kinda, I don't know," You paused, "Out of it? He didn't look too good." You stopped infront of her, your hands resting against her shoulders. "Is your dad okay? Like seriously."

"He's fine," Isolde snaps suddenly, "Nothing to concern you with." You raise a brow, sensing something wrong. Stepping back you shook your head.

"Im just saying maybe you should check on him, he doesn't look too okay." You said, then what was said next made your blood run cold.

"S'not your damn problem, back off miss royalty." She spoke, her brows furrowed. Almost trembling with anger. You sized up, "What the hells your deal?"

"YOU!" She shouted back, her hands balling into fists. "You're the problem here." You shook your head in disbelief, seeing her size you up as you had grown to your true form.

"You're not in any place to threaten me like that." You spoke, your voice rumbling with something deeper. You watch as her eyes switch to different areas, almost as if she was contemplating it. Then her form deflates.

"Whatever, I got it." She says, walking off. You frown, growing back down to your usual size. You turn your head to see Tristan approaching, seeing you with hands on your hips.

"What just happened?" He questions, and you were also unsure.

But you were especially worried about Isolde.

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