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What if Lucifer can see deals that demons make with each other and what if the real Alastor is the shadow?

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Being the king of hell, and a fallen angel, Lucifer has abilities that no one else has. One of those abilities is being able to see the deals demons make with each other. Maybe it’s another punishment from heaven. He gave humanity free will, so he will be able to see humans willingly take away theirs for some kind of personal gain. Lucifer could never understand why anyone would do that, and he doubts he would ever will. He risked it all for them and for what? He’s stuck in hell forever, unable to fly around heaven and earth. He risked his own freedom for Lilith and Eve. Now Lilith is gone, and Lucifer is back to being a bird in a birdcage. At least he has his daughter, Charlie, with him. Speaking of which, she had asked him to join her and everyone for something about the hotel and Alastor. Honestly, the king’s mind went blank at the mention of Alastor the radio demon. Someone Lucifer would rather avoid at all costs. But to make his little girl happy, Lucifer went downstairs where everyone else watches Alastor talk about something. Alastor made some sort of snide comment on Lucifer being late. The fallen angel just rolls his eyes and immediately ignores Bambi. Alastor’s words were in one ear and out the other ear. Lucifer’s gaze slowly turns to Alastor’s shadow, who’s uncharacteristically sad. The more he looks, the more he realizes something. He knows Alastor has made deals, sinners selling their soul to him, but he didn’t realize Alastor sold his own soul. The more he looks, the more he comes to the cold realization.

The shadow is the real Alastor.

Somehow Lucifer couldn’t see the full details of Alastor’s deal, but he does know that Alastor isn’t in control of his body and is being forced to be a shadow. This made Lucifer’s heart skip a beat. He must find a way to give Alastor’s freewill back. Even if so far this fake Alastor has been a pain in his ass, maybe the real one is nicer? Lucifer doubts that, but it’s the least he could do for the poor sinner.

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A melody shared together | Radioapple fanfic/Au

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Some fun fanfic idea for mermay, hope you enjoy. I’ll probably turn this into a series I just need to think of a story name

You can now read the fic on Ao3

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Alastor throws the dead body onto the little roll boat; it shakes the boat in the water. The pirate captain carefully gets into the boat and starts rolling away from the empty docks. Normally, he wouldn’t be killing a random elite member of society without a reason. But his ship needs repairs and Alastor, and his crew is low on money. Due to his first matey, Husker gambled away some of it. If Alastor didn’t have the need for Husk, he would probably have made him walk the plank. So, Alastor resorted to his old job of being an assassin for some rich people’s dumb drama. From what Alastor has gathered from the screaming lady, her husband cheated on her with the lower-class servant. Honestly, Alastor didn’t care, but she paid a lot, so who is he to judge? Alastor carefully rolls past some rocks. For a second Alastor thought he saw something move on one of the rocks. Thinking it was just the water crashing into the rocks, Alastor continues to roll the boat. Once far enough, Alastor dumps the body over the small boat, watching it sink down to the bottom of the ocean. Satisfied at getting away with killing another elite member. He then grabs the two paddles and starts to roll back to the mainland, where his pirate ship is held at. As he rolls the boat, the pirate deer starts hearing a soft melody. One of the talks of glory, fame and, most importantly, jambalaya? Alastor stops the boat and scans his surroundings. There around the rocks many ships have crashed into. He sees a humanoid figure. His heart starts to race, and he puts two and two together. He’s in the territory of a siren and there’s little he can do. Even if the pirate plugs his ears, his sensitive deer’s ears would still pick up the siren’s call. He could sing over the siren, but he hasn’t heard it work. Still with no other options, the deer starts singing his own song in hopes the murderous merfolk will go away.

The shadowy figure tilts its head, unsure as to why another voice is playing over its own. The siren listens closely to the voice. Never did it think a human could sound so beautiful, so deep and so smooth. The siren drove back into the cold dark sea, wanting to hear the song closer. Alastor stops his song; he looks around and sees the siren gone. That either means that the siren moved on or want to get closer to eat him. Alastor grabs the paddles about to roll out of there when. The boat started to rock in the water, causing some to spill into the boat. Alastor looks up and sees the siren getting on the boat. The pirate leans back from the silky white merfolk, but said merfolk leans closer to Alastor. It pins the deer man to the boat and moves its face inches away from Alastor’s own face.

            “Sing” The siren commands the pirate captain, who just looks at the merfolk, confused. “What?” The white and red siren moves even closer to Alastor. “Sing” it commands once more. Alastor gulps. Looks like he has no choice but to sing. Alastor opens his mouth and starts to sing a soft little melody. “Louder” the siren commands once again, Alastor complies and sings louder for the merfolk. It pulls away from the pirate deer and listens to the song. Honestly, Alastor was just making up the melody as he goes. The siren, looking satisfied, starts to sing along with Alastor, letting him lead the song. The siren seems pleased with both of their voices working hand in hand with each other. The song draws to an end and Alastor huffs, trying to catch his breath. The siren looks the deer pirate captain up and down, a wide smile on its face. Alastor stares down at the merfolk, unsure of its next move. It’s hard to see the merfolk. From what he can tell, the siren is quite small compared to its kind. Alastor can also see that the siren is a male, with beautiful red and yellow eyes. The siren draws Alastor’s attention to the mainland by pointing at it. “You live in that land?” the siren asks, Alastor nods his head and with that the siren drives back into the water and starts pushing the roll boat. “You don’t have to do that. I can roll the boat myself.” Alastor said, while looking back at the siren. “Beautiful voice should be helped” the siren replies, Alastor blushes and responses back with; “why thank you, your voice is beautiful too… My name is Alastor, Alastor the radio pirate. May I know your siren?” It took a moment but the white siren response back “Lucifer Morningstar.” Alastor thought for a moment. Lucifer Morningstar, the name sounded familiar. Alastor brushed it off, thinking nothing of it.

            Finally, the two reach the mainland. Alastor gets off the boat and turns to Lucifer, and says, “Thank you for the help, Lucifer, will I see you again?” Lucifer thought for a moment and nodded his head. “Meet me here when the sun sets tomorrow” Lucifer says softly, Alastor nods his head and starts heading back to his crew. Lucifer splashed back into the water, his shadowy figure disappearing.

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I’m 20 years old! Plus update

I just realized I didn’t say anything about my birthday yesterday so might as well say something now. I’m 20 years old and yet I’m still nervous to show anything 18+ but when I was like 13-16 all I read was smut lol.

That’s besides the point here’s the update on me and where I’ve been doing, even if no one cares.

College kinda fuck me in the ass and didn’t use lube. My last day of this semester is April 30th, then I’ll have one summer class. But once summer comes around I should be able to focus on writing and even drawing. Drawing is my main focus which is why whenever I have free time I’m drawing but I do have some ideas! It’s mostly radioapple fanfics but I have some dad of the hotel ideas I’m sure people will like.

If your curious about my art you can see here on tumblr:



Here’s an example of my art, see you soon!

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Okay your Lonely fic with Lucifer? I can totally see this being strictly platonic! Like forming a sincere friendship ITS SO CUTE!!

Aaawww thank you so much. One of the biggest reasons why I wanted to get into writing fanfics is because of wanting to see more x readers that are platonic or just nonbinary and male readers. Of course I eventually plan to write some romantic fanfics but that’s just gonna have to wait a little.

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Lonely (Lucifer x Hellborn! GN Reader)

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Just some fluff with sad boi Lucifer for fun. Tell me what you think and what I can improve on!

Edit: You can read the fanfic on Ao3

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Succubuses and incubuses are known for their sexual activities. You, however, choose a distinct career path. Instead, you use your skills to comfort people. Give them a little massage, or a talk too. Many people are surprised to find lots of sinners have parent issues. On rare occasions, customers just want to pretend that their partner is still with them. Your coworker walked up to you with a smug smile. She stops at your desk and says “Guess who just asked for your services, (y/n)” you till your head, surely must be someone important if she’s bothering you. “Who?” you ask softly. The coworker smiles wide and answers; “the king of hell, himself!” Shocked at what your coworker says, you stood up and said “Lucifer Morningstar? Do you know what he wants? Oh, dear Satan, I gotta look good for him!” Your coworker grabs your shoulders and holds you still. “(y/n) chill, he just wants someone to talk to. Just wear something comfy, your appointment is at 3 tomorrow, ok?” You nod your head. That’s enough time to calm your nerves, hopefully.

You walk up to the doors of Lucifer’s manor, quietly you knock on the door. A small old imp opens the door for you. He bows his head and tells you to follow him to Lucifer��s room. As the two of you walked, you looked at all the portraits of Lucifer’s family. Most of them were of the missing queen and their daughter, Charlie Morningstar. The butler stops right in front of Lucifer’s room. You stop right next to the imp as he knocks on Lucifer’s door. “Sire, your guest is here.” You heard a response but could barely make any words out. The butler opens the door for you, and you slowly walked in. The room is positively a mess, rubber ducks everywhere as far as you can see. You walked over to the king’s bed and gave a small bow to him. Looking at the fallen angel’s face, he like his room looks like a mess. Small tears fall down the king’s face, looks like he’s been crying for days. You sat next to the king, being mindful of your wings and tail. Lightly, you place a hand on the king’s check and softly rub it. With caution, you spoke to the king; “Your highness, is there anything specific you need?” the crying angel answers back “call me Lucifer please. And no, I just- I just need someone to hold me like Lilith once did.”

Well, that’s a bit awkward. How long has the queen been gone for again? Seven years, who knew the king of all of hell was just a lonely guy? Hey, you’re not going to judge you’re the one who took this job. You laid down next to the king and pulled him closer to you. Lucifer’s head laid right on your chest as you wrap your wings around the king. The king cried into your chest. Good thing this is a gender non-specific fanfic. “I miss my wife; I miss her a lot. Why? Why did she have to leave me? Was I not good enough?” he sobs, making the situation more awkward for you. You ran a hand through his blonde hair with a smile before you whispered. “I think you’re good enough, Lucifer. Maybe you should stop thinking about the past and think about your future.” Lucifer looks up at you with hopeful eyes quietly he ask, “Like my daughter?” You nod your head yes, but Lucifer just looks away from you. “If only it was that easy. All I can think about is the past. I’m the one of the doom of all of humanity. I’m the one who convinces Eve to eat that fruit.” You cup Lucifer’s face and make him look at you again. “While that is true, you also help make hell, and without hell there wouldn’t be imps, hellhounds, succubuses and incubuses. And those loan sharks that have those weird Italian accents yet don’t know a single word from that language.” Lucifer listens to your talk, feeling a little better. The king nuzzles into your chest once again, finding your body heat comforting. You snuggle closer to the king; this is something you’re going to brag about to your coworker. “I guess you’re right, in a way. Thank you for doing this for me. I’ll double your tip when this is over.” Lucifer softy spoke, now feeling a little sleepy. You nod your head and lightly pet Lucifer’s hair.

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I’m on Ao3!

In case anyone wants to read my works on Ao3 over Tumblr here’s my Ao3 account:

And here’s my dad of the hotel fanfic:

I also have my one shots:

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Two Cannibals go to a café ( Alastor x GN Reader Platonic )

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Some things I wanted to say. First I want to get some feedback on this. Second it’s in second pov so there’s so many yous. Tell me what you think about this one-shot!

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You sat down in your normal spot in the center point of cannibal town. Every Monday you wait at that bench, waiting for the one and only Alastor, the radio demon. Unfortunately for you for seven years, Alastor hasn’t shown up. Many of the citizen of cannibal town took pity on you, thinking Alastor abandon you or your dear friend had died. You still had hope that he would show up. You owe it to him. He helped put your business on the map, only took a little deal, not for your soul, but for some of the meat you sell. You look down at your hands on your lap. You were more of a monster than a demon. Some closer to you call you the lover of Frankenstein, knowing the book well you always remind everyone that it would be the lover of Frankenstein’s monster and not the doctor himself. Now wondering if all of this was a fruitless endeavor, you heard clink-clink-clink, you now associate with Alastor’s hooves. Looking up, you were met with the one and only Alastor. Smiling wide, you ran up to the deer man and gave him a hug, almost toppling the both of you. He hugs back and laughs and says with his signature smile, “It’s good to see you again (y/n). Say how about we go to a café together, me and you?”

You nod your head and the two of you went off to Alastor’ favorite café. As the two walked through cannibal town, you talked about the business and how your life is going. Alastor, open the door for you. You enter the café and wave to the owner, Alastor, entered after you and gave the owner a curt nod. You walked up to the owner and ordered your usual, Alastor looked at the menu in shock at how much it changed over the last seven years. Alastor thought for a moment before getting what you got. “Ok then, that would be out in a few minutes.” Said the owner, who walked away to make the drinks and food. You and Alastor sat down with the radio demon, looking confused. Before Alastor could ask, you answered him. “Oh right, I didn’t get the chance to say it, but I landed a deal with the shop and now I’m the only food provider at this café. I got free food because of the deal. All thanks to you.” Alastor chuckles and says with happiness, “I’m glad it worked out for you. No need to thank me though I saw your potential in you, and you cut the meats are perfect.” You blush at Alastor’s prizes, rarely have you given been giving it. “Well, we have been trying methods if you like to see them.” The owner of the small café place down yours and Alastor’s drinks and food. You sip on your blood tea with a finger and eyeball as Alastor shakes his head no and with a mellow tone says, “I would love, but I’m currently help the princess of hell with a hotel.” You till your head, Alastor having your full attention. “The princess of hell? Charlie Morningstar? What the hell are you doing in a hotel? Is that where you been in the past seven years?” You asked wanting to know more, Alastor answered all your questions. “She is trying to rehabilitate sinners. You know she reminds me of you when we first met years ago. Maybe you should come by one time.” You look down at the floor unsure what to say. First, he didn’t even answer why he’s gone, second the idea of rehabilitation sinners sounds next to impossible. You’re unsure what to say to your dear friend Alastor the radio demon.

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Dad of the hotel

Chapter 1: Home Cooked meal

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Sorry if this is bad this is my first fanfic

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Alastor walked down from his new radio tower. It was easy to modify the normal tower into a radio tower. Just took a snap of his fingers. It was only the second day living in a renamed Hazbin hotel. Charlie had shown the radio demon around the run-down hotel along with Husk and Niffty. Niffty swiftly trying to clean as they get the tour. Alastor turns the corner to the kitchen and dining room. Like the rest of the hotel, the kitchen is a total mess and burn marks all over. The princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, is in the oven trying her hardest to cook breakfast for everyone. Alastor could immediately tell that it looked like the first time the princess has ever held a knife. Charlie notice the radio demon behind her and turned around to meet him, still holding the knife straight at him. “Good morning, Alastor! I’m just trying to um breakfast…. It’s not going well,” Charlie says cheerfully, not surprisingly. She’s a morning person. Alastor looked over Charlie’s shoulder, seeing the abomination known as Charlie’s home cooked breakfast. Alastor tilled his head and moved Charlie’s knife out of his way. “My, not even a cannibal would eat that, ha ha ha.” Alastor mocked with laugh track follows Alastor’s laugher, Charlie awkward laugh with the deer demon. “Why don’t you go sit down? I’ll fix something right up. Niffty dear, would you come here and clean up whatever this is?” Alastor says with pity in his tone. Niffty stopped chasing a bug and ran over to the tall deer demon.

Niffty started to clean the kitchen while Alastor went to the fridge and picked out some food to use. Charlie sat down next to Vaggie and started talking to her. While grey-skin demon stared down Alastor as if he was going to poison the food. Alastor made some eggs, bacon, and toast for everyone. The deer demon made some coffee for himself. He sat down at the dining table and sipped his coffee as he read the newspaper. Alastor heard a squeak of a chair being moved, he looked at the source of the sound. Charlie, now done talking to Vaggie, looked at Alastor with a nervous smile. “So, Al, Alastor uh Mr. Radio demon. I was, um, wondering if you uh, teach me how to cook? The jambalaya was amazing. And so, was the breakfast you just made, so can you teach me?” Charlie asks Alastor thought for a moment, he no real reason not too much plus getting closer to her will get him closer to his goal. “I don’t mind teaching at all! All we need to do is get some ingredients and clean this kitchen to be spotless!” Alastor says with a wide smile. Charlie smiled at the deer demon she was close to putting Alastor into a hug before he could stop her with his microphone stand. Alastor says with a low growl “No touching… please, I rather not like being touched unless I initiate it.” Charlie apologized and moved away from Alastor. The radio demon watches as Charlie started to help Niffty. The demon shook his head and headed out to get more food for the hotel.

Alastor return with the food, some were more for a cannibal diet. He put those foods far away from Charlie and the others. He doubts Charlie would like to see body parts right next to the eggs and bacon. The radio demon walked to the kitchen with the rest of the food. Upon entering he sees Charlie already there waiting for Alastor. The princess of hell smiled at him and helped put the food in the fridge. Alastor fixed up his suit before turning to Charlie, saying, “Let’s start off with something simple. How about the poor man’s meal?” Charlie tilled her head and looked at the radio host and asks, “What’s poor man’s meal?” Alastor answers, “I’m glad you asked. It came from the great. Depression. It’s mainly made of potatoes and hot dogs should be easy enough.” Charlie nods her head and gets ingredients and help Alastor to ready the pot. Together the two could make the poor man’s meal with Alastor, guiding Charlie on how to make it. Once done, Charlie looks at Alastor with a nervous look like he’s Gordon Ramsay and this is kitchen nightmares. Alastor took a bite and hummed. “Well, I had worse roadkill than this, but I definitely had better.” Once again Alastor mocked Charlie. The tall blonde stared downwards; defeat, Alastor placed his hand on her shoulder. “Come now dear Charlie, you’re never fully dressed without a smile. It’s not that bad. Besides, this is no longer the great depression. Add some spices to it and it will be brilliant!” Alastor says, trying to cheer up Charlie a little. Charlie smiled at the deer man and got out the spices. Alastor said which ones to add and carefully Charlie adds them in. The two tried the food again. Charlie smiled widely and bounced up and down. The princess of hell hugged the radio demon, Alastor paused, unsure what to do. He awkwardly pats Charlie’s back like a dad, unsure what he is doing, not far from the truth, really. Charlie steps back and apologize, she runs off yelling to Vaggie that she did it.

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