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Update

So, I know this page has been a bit quiet for a while, but I do have drafts for some of the requests in here. I just need to finish them up.

Besides that, I wanted to let people know that I will be adding two new pieces of media to the request list for those who want to make request. This will include K-pop Demon Hunters and Date Everything. Regular rules still apply.

Thanks to everyone for their patience! Excited for season two of Hazbin Hotel and for the overload of Vox! Will make for great content, hopefully.

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redid this stupid half assed sketch i posted a few months ago

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More fantastic work from one of my favorite authors on here! Suzaku, you and your martyr complex would certainly make for interesting yandere content.

Hi! Longtime fan of your work. You have the perfect blend of history and fantasy. Um, so I just noticed Code Geass was on your list of works you'd do. Would it be all right to have your headcannons of Lelouch and Suzaku? If so, thanks! Keep up the great work!

Hi, of course it is alright to request Code Geass. Will first do some hcs of Suzuaku in form of a Charcter Sheet. I'll do Lelouch next month (knocks on wood). Thank you!

Yandere Suzaku Kuurugi - Character Sheet I

Trigger warnings: religious themes, abuse of authority, power plays, threats, politics, death, violence A/N: I told myself I would be normal here, only to then remember that Suzuaku is a Knight. Here is the end product.

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Suzuaku would be a man with temperament and that would reflect in how he'd be towards you. You and your love wouldn't be something he would take lightly and this would be mirrored in his actions. To him, you would never be a means to an end, you would be an end. You would matter immensely to him and a lot of his actions would be driven by ensuring your happiness and welfare. In many ways, he'd be very intense. To make matters worse, he would place the responsibility for his actions on you. At the end of the day, you would be the reason he'd choose to continue living, why he would fight and kill and manipulate. While this would apply to many a yandere, what would set him apart from other people would be his drive, talent and power. The crown on your head would be his doing, and he would be your self-anointed sword and shield. 

Something that would stick out would be his stubbornness and you would have to witness it in all its horrid glory. No matter how you would plead and reason with him, how much you'd scream and spit and yell and curse, he would still insist that he would be yours. It wouldn't change that so many of his actions would be done with you in mind and that he would remain unshaken in his position as your protector and benefactor. Your life would be crafted by hand, and luxury and affluence would be the chains he would shackle you with. Suzuaku would dictate the setting and circumstances of your life and would call it paradise. Who else would care for you as fervently as him? 

Suzuaku would be reverent to the point of obsessivness. Just like an idol or philosophers that would beg not to be glamorised and to be seen as all too human, only to be lionised and worshipped with gold and pigments, so would he revere you. Your opinion wouldn't matter here - he would put you on a pedestal and there you would stay. Just like any proper deity, you would get a shrine and regular tributes. Kiss his sword, would you - he'd want your blessing. 

Even worse would be the bloody gifts he would bring to your altar - trophies obtained during conquest, curios that other people would kill for, bloodstained jewels and fabrics. Occasionally he would deem it as necessary to bring you a “human sacrifice”, to remind you of your place and to show you what you really are. You would be above a mere mortal in his eyes, enigmatic and divine. Such a being should be largely concealed from the immoral filth of the world, lest you be tarnished and corrupted. 

To enable all his stunts and his behaviour, he would be crafty and resourceful. He would have to be, especially to achieve his goals despite all his disadvantages. With everybody worth their salt looking down on him for various reasons, he would have to have his wits about him in order to proceed upwards. While he would be a man of action first and foremost, he wouldn't be stupid by any means. The same would apply to you - maybe you'd be a noble that he would have to work hard to obtain, or you'd be another number that he would have to shield and protect. In the case of the latter, you would actually be a burden to Suzaku’s career, as the gossip that would follow him would only increase. Yet he would never be persuaded to let you go. He'd turn nobles prejudices against them, bend disadvantages to suit his needs and turn expectations on their heads. 

In addition to all of these, he would also be greedy for more of you. No matter how much you'd give him, no matter how much you'd relent, he'd always crave more. It would never be enough for him. Ideally, he'd call under your skin and make a home for himself in your ribcage next to your beating heart, so that he'd forever and always be with you. Still, he would be surprising touch adverse - he'd have lines that he wouldn't dare cross, no matter how strong the temptation would be. 

Cornering - How would they get you?

Since you would be the centre of his world, and his reason to live, he would move mountains to be with you. At first, he would think that he could twist this into a version of knightly chivalry, of slaying beasts and conquering lands and accomplishing herculean feats in order to receive a small token of your affection and acknowledgement. However, he would soon discover that so little would never be enough for him, and that he would always be greedy for more. He would just have to have you, to touch your skin, to talk to you and spoil you. 

Should you be below him socially, it would be very easy to entrap you with him. Just from flaunting his status and money and pulling some strings would be enough to get you in his lap. Some obstacles might be in the way, like how it would impact his reputation and that you might kick up a fuss, but those would only be short term worries. They would be easily overshadowed by the long term benefits. Should you come to him from one of the conquered lands, it would be even easier. There wouldn’t be any pushback as well, since everybody would just see it as him taking a war trophy for himself. Of course, all those nobles and high society people would look down on you, and it would upset him greatly. Suzuaku would land himself in a few duels to defend your honour. 

Overall, he would hold your life in his hands, and likely those of your loved ones as well. It would be something he'd remind you of every now and then, just to keep you in line. Despite his “generosity”, he might still kill your family and friends, for the divine need no earthly attachments. At the very end, you would need him and only him to realise your destiny. Everybody else would just be weeds and brambles on the path to your transcendence. 

Perhaps you would be higher than him on the social ladder. It would make getting you more difficult, but not impossible. Politics is such slippery business, with people trying to backstab one another at the drop of a hat, especially in such a decadent place as the Holy Britannian Empire. One day, the opportunity for him to swoop in and snatch you up would surely arise. Power is always relative to the situation, so while you might outrank him socially, you still might be powerless to stop his ministrations. 

He could take refuge in audacity. Who would you dare confess your plight to? Who would laugh in dark amusement or disbelief if you were to tell them that an honorary Britannian Knight was harassing you? On the flip side, you might be too embarrassed to seek. 

Or he could throw his weight around to trap you in an arranged marriage with him. It would be easy for him, especially considering that his sponsors and superiors would give their blessing, since they would desire for him to have another tie to Britannia. With another guarantee for Suzuaku’s loyalty ensured, your happiness would be a small price to pay. Arranged marriages wouldn’t be expected to be happy unions, and people would be all the more willing to look the other way should Suzuaku be more … violent with you. There would be far less skeletons to hide, and a far lesser need to. 

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

He would want you to be endearing and charming. If you aren't that way inherently, then it would be no problem. It would be nothing a change of scene and pace and some formal lessons couldn't fix. Divinity is something practised with purpose and ease, and that would be what he'd come to expect of you. He would be aware of his idealism, and of the wrongness of some of his acts, so he would strive to make the reality with you fit the picture in his head. In his eyes, you could have just as well stepped out of a folktale with how etheral you are, and he would want the rest of the world to see that. You’d be a diamond, and you’d just need a bit of polishing so that the rest of humanity would recognise your true worth. In his essense, Suzuaku would be a man that would desire to show his achievments, so he would love to flaunt you off. While you should have eyes only for him, your protector and benefactor, you should be able to handle social situations with a medicrum of grace. 

You'd be enigmatic to him, due to him deifying you in his head, and also as a coping mechanism for his own wrong doings. On some level, he would be cognisant of the fact that the relationship with you is toxic, that his actions are depraved and that he shouldn’t treat you as he does. Because of this awareness, your relationship with Suzuaku would have its brighter moments where he would be more lenient to you. That being said, he would also be in denial about a lot of it, and his way of twisting your rebellious, disagreeable or also unhappy behaviour to suit his world picture would be to deem you a mystery. On a more down-to-earth note - mysteriousness in a person is attractive to many, and Suzuaku wouldn’t be an exception. It would bring his great joy to ferret out your secrets and never being able to know you fully. 

Steadfastness would be a quality that would make him swoon. Nothing in this world is achieved weak-willed people, so being to stand your ground on the basis of your will would be attractive to him. Of course, it would infuriate him should you stand against him yet and wouldn’t trade your strength of character for anything in the world. It would also be reassuring to him that you wouldn’t be easily cowed. It would mean that you wouldn’t be easily pressured into betraying him, and that you wouldn’t break due to measly gust of wind.   

Be purposeful for that adds to the aforementioned qualities. Don’t do things half-heartedly or by halves and you would gain prestige in his eyes. You would be a greater prize to gain, a more powerful person to keep. Suzuaku would rather have a tiger than a housecat, and would take all the swipes and mauling as given. They would just be signs of your attention and his affection. Gods don’t love as ordinary mortals do, after all. Be idealistic to a degree. It would make it easier for him to keep you. If you constantly try to make reality bow to your wishes then he would shape your surroundings to match your wishes so that you would be lulled into complacency. A gilded cage with all the toys needed to keep you entertained, just forget the world outside of the one he created for you, and luxury would be presented to you on a silver platter. 

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

In his eyes, not even death would keep him from you. Should he die first, then he would come to haunt you in the form of a ghost. Should you be the one to bite the dust before him, then he would honour your memory in every conceivable way and he would fall back into suicidal ideation. What you could do, is fake your death. 

Sure it would break his heart and he would make it everybody's problem. Should he suspect a certain faction or group to be behind your demise, then he would bathe in their blood. The blood of innocents might very well be spilled due to you. Suzuaku Kuururigi would be a changed man, a hardened man and people would suffer due to it. He would never forget you, and honour your memory in his own, special ways. Could you make such a selfish choice? 

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

If there would be one thing that he would hate, then it would be punishing you. Hurting you would hurt him, most of the time. Besides, you would be special for him to truly hurt. So, if you would step out of line, if you would escape, if you would be disagreeable and rejective, if you would try to kill him, then he would take the most benevolent interpretation/misconstruction of the matter and present it to you. This would be to give you an off-ramp, so that he wouldn't need to punish you and to partially uphold the illusion of a mutual loving relationship. 

Though, if he'd take to punishing you, then he would be uncompromising and harsh. He'd derive very little enjoyment from it, maybe a feeling of poetic justice if he'd make you eat your words or self-righteousness if you harmed the cause, yet he'd do the deed regardless. 

One of his common methods would be to threaten your loved ones. Since they aren't you they would be free game. In some cases he would even go as far as to summon the one or the other person and imply that he's about to kill them. In front of you, mind you. Should you really be unmanageable, then don't be surprised when he'd casually spill their blood. It could be just a flesh wound, a warning shot for you if you will, and he wouldn't hesitate to go further if needed. 

Speaking of warning shots - if your treachery would go beyond him, then he wouldn't be above performing a mock execution. Depending on how well-known your crimes would be, this could be completely public or private. Just a little something to put the fear of the powers that be in you. Maybe the rope would tear, or the hatch wouldn't open. No electricity would come when the switch would be pulled, or the firing squad would shoot with dummy bullets. 

Tying in with another point here, the fake execution could be used to hide you away. If everybody would think you're dead, then nobody would take you away from him. With such a sudden change in your life, you would also be more vulnerable and more susceptible to his advances. Maybe the order would come from up above to end your life, and he would use the opportunity to deceive the world and squirrel you away. In that case, the poison would be switched with a sedative or the electric charge would be non-fatal. Once you'd wake up again, he'd have you all to himself and nobody would be able to do anything about it. 

Another punishment he'd use would be far more subtle and still devastating. He would pay somebody to backstab you, perhaps even literally. That would put you on edge and make you distrusting towards everybody except him, who warned you about the betrayal and who helped you back on your feet. With a world so cruel, he would be your one safe haven, so allow him to protect you. 

Other punishments wouldn't be so grand and even childish. Like making you write lines or run laps, or giving you detention. Should he be particularly angry over a minor matter, then he would leave you alone in the middle of a forest on a rainy day. 

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

Angry, both at you and himself. Most of the time, he wouldn't be too constricting and simply allow you to roam freely. For the most part, he would count on the negative side effects of his position (lot of enemies on all sides due to being an honorary Britannian knight) to do their magic and keep you in check. Or, if you are of lower birth or also not Britannian, for the rest of high society to ostracise you and you therefore having no chance to flee. All in all, your actions would only register as escaping in his mind if he wouldn't know where you are, and if you would escape alone. Anything other than that would be deemed as a kidnapping or you playing weird games. 

Say that you really escape and he would view it as such, then he would speed off to retrieve you. The plan would be pieced together on the move and would even be a good plan. Any scant information would be enough for him to piece together the overall picture and deduce your further plans of action. He would take the initiative as soon as possible, to cut off all avenues of escape and bring you home securely. You would get a stern talking to, and he would take to moving around more for a while. Can't really escape if you don't know where you are, can you?

This would be one of the few instances where he would remind you that he is a military officer, and one of the best out there. 

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO?

As far as he would be concerned, you would always have the upper hand. With the hold you'd have over his heart, you probably would. Nevermind that it wouldn't make a big difference in the long run. He would be your sword and shield - manifestations of power that you would possess. However, since he would determine the course of your life through the service he would grant you, you wouldn't be able to do without him. Your knight would be indispensable and from that point on shape your life all the more. 

Maybe if you'd come to him through one of his campaigns and then find a way to get the drop on him… maybe then. The problem would be that Suzuaku wouldn't be half-bad, especially in relation to the other Britannians. You could be rid of him, but you would be jumping from the frying pan into the fire. Of course, the option of joining a non-Britanian faction could present itself. Though, would you really want to get stuck in the messy politics and bitter rivalries that would involve? 

One way to stand above him, or at least on a level playing field, would be to either wield some genuine power of your own and use it to your advantage. Or to have plenty of political astuteness and worm your way into advising him. Male him more dependent on you than you are on him, and you would have the upper hand. The result would be that he would treat you with more respect, and you would have more agency. He would also be more subtle, though his behaviour towards you wouldn't change aside from that. 

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition?

With a sword and a lot of violence involved. In the chaos of the battlefield, it would be easy for people to get hurt or killed, even to friendly fire. Now, he wouldn't put his reputation on the line by outright killing a comrade in arms, if that were the case. Rather it would occur due to a minor oversight on his part - letting an enemy through, failing to pass a warning on due to being preoccupied or communications breaking down, or a brazen “overestimation” of their capabilities. During the burial, he'd hold a nice speech and lay some flowers on their grave. 

If they'd be the official enemy, then there would be no holds barred. He'd pull his pistol on them if he'd see them on the street, or crush them to dust with his nightmare frame during a military campaign. To Suzuaku, they wouldn't be able to exit the world quickly enough. Other people would be tempted to pack out the torture devices and make the death of the opposition as slow and painful. Not Suzuaku though - he wouldn't waste more time than necessary. 

As for higher ranked opponents with more clout - while he would never be the political and tactical genius that Lelouch is, he still wouldn't be hapless when it would come to politics. He wouldn't need to be outstanding, since his skill set would be enough to achieve his ends. Nobles and the like would be so easy to pit against each other - just dig up some dirt and they would already be at one another's throat. He would also utilise the fact that many people unfamiliar with his skills would underestimate him. 

If this were to take place at school or a civilian format - then he would begrudgingly flaunt his status. Luck might be on his side and martial law could be declared, then he would have even more power. Then could just shoot the bastard trying to steal you from him. Would there be no martial law, and if the whole drama would take place at school, then he would drag you away by the wrist or throw you over his shoulder and run away with you to get you to stop interacting with certain people. In the case that he'd know no way out, then he'd enlist the help of the school council president. 

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BEST reader insert fanfiction I have read in ages. Definitely recommend you check it out.

I'm so curious where folks are leaning right now. 💙❤️

(not polled is 'both' or my favorite 'neither, ditch both of them and take Vark and the Shadow on the run')

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Ok, but the way Blitz GROWLED when he saw Stolas making out with that succubus....

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And here we have a beautiful example of a toxic yandere love triangle.

underrated threesome dynamic of herding dog x lamb x wolf

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Yandere Blitzø x Reader Headcannons

I can see him getting in one of two types of relationships. The first is the kind you see between him and Stolas or even him and Verosika. It’s a romance of convenience, where he blows someone’s brains out and in exchange he gets the perks of whatever that person gives him as his lover. With Stolas its the grimoire and Verosika the fame and thrill of being connected to a pop star. The other type of relationship I could see him wanting though is that more clingy, genuine one that he seems to stalk Moxie and Millie over. He would desire a really functional, mutual relationship with someone who is sweet and caring. I could see this as a romance of passion that develops at rocket ship speed and implodes just as fast.

This is for the simple fact that while Blitzø seems like the type to be a master at the initial seduction, he sucks at the maintaining part of the relationship. This would likely come from him self-destructing it. Heck who am I kidding, we both know this is exactly what would happen. He would do something stupid to push you away and probably emotionally neglect you as well.

The inevitable rejection is faced with rage. Oh, you don’t like him? So what, he doesn’t care. He never liked your ugly ass to begin with. You look like a diseased dog and have the brain power of a turnip. What makes you think he would want you? If you accept his doubled down rejection though and play it cool, you’re only going to piss him off even more. You’re not even gonna fight back?! How dare you!

I could see him having slight stalker tendencies. This can be seen in all the “research” that he has saved up, as well as how he views M and M. He’s not one of the super creepy, meticulous stalkers, but I could see him wanting to keep tabs on the person he likes, even if you don’t have a romantic relationship.

This man is a slow burn yandere. All the ingredients are there for a perfect Michelin five star dinner, but you have got to let it COOK. All of his self destructive habits and bad dating experiences have slowly built up into MAJOR insecurity and prickliness. But at the same time, I see him as wanting to have a vulnerable, real relationship, and overall this deep seated NEED to be loved by someone. He just doesn’t have any idea how to do it without blowing it up right in his face. After so many failures in relationships, there would need to be a slow buildup to the right one that ends badly and causes him to act rashly.

I sincerely believe that this guy is a gold mine for yandere content. See, I like yandere content for the psychological aspects of it. The self destruction, manipulation, and unhealthy coping mechanisms, like my own little fictional case study of the darker selfish side of human nature. And I feel like Blitzo would be a PERFECT character to do this with. Insecure? Check. Self-destructive? Check. Aggressive? Check. Tends to get himself involved in other people’s relationships? To poor Moxie’s dismay – checkaroo. There is just so much potential for him to develop into the worst version of himself in a good fanfiction (especially since it looks like a toxic bad breakup is about to rock his world in the canon), and I would love to see someone do it in a realistic and in-character (KEY WORD HERE) way.

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I don't think I've laughed this hard in a long time.

Sloppy comic based on me and my friends conversation on my bday last week 😝🥳 this is pretty much verbatim hahaha

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The other day I was talking with someone about Vox from Hazbin Hotel and about weird attractions I've had over the years and trying to justify mine. I was like, "It's just his voice, I swear." And then he was like, "Yeah, but if he didn't have a TV for a head, would you still think he is just as attractive?"

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Ok, no. But-

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Here me out yandere adam from hazbin hotel

He's giving me entitled frat boy to be honest.

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Yandere Alastor walking in on reader trying to escape? (Maybe like through an unlocked window or door or something)

Yandere Alastor x Escaping Reader

I really like this idea. Unfortunately for the reader, they're probably not going to have a good time.

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“What are you doing, dearest?”

Well, to be perfectly honest, you had been trying to break out of Alastor’s chateau. It had gone about as successfully as one might expect though. Whatever demon plants he had growing around this house, they were certainly… friendly. They had wrapped you up nice and tight as your body half hung out the window. It had you stuck upside down, and your skirts were flowing open like a flower, your stocking clad legs sticking out like two stamen.

“I… leaned a little too far out the window,” you said.

You pushed your skirt up, trying to cover your legs.

“And you happened to lean so far out that you completely fell out and got tangled up?” he said.

“…. Yes.”

“Hm…” he walked around you, the thoughtful buzz of his voice filling the air, “Is that so?”

You thought you felt your heart stop as he cocked his head to look at you thoughtfully.

“You must have lent out awfully far. The plants are usually so docile,” he said, “You know, lying is a bad habit to get into.”

Docile, my ass. This thing would have eaten me if it could have.

You narrow your eyes at his chiding tone, but you probably look more clownish than intimidating. His amused expression is a dead give away for how ridiculous he thinks you are.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say when you finally manage to find your voice.

“No? You don’t?” he said, “Perhaps I should let you stay out here until you remember. Though, I did hear there’s supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight. You’re smart though. I’m sure you’ll have it figured out before the worst of it hits.”

“But I didn’t!” you said, “I fell. I-I… I should have been more careful.”

He was turning away towards the door. Damn it. You really didn’t want to get left in the rain though, especially since you knew he was going to leave you out there anyway until you confessed. Might as well get it over with.

“W-wait! Alastor,” you said, squeezing your eyes tight. You didn’t want to look at him as you said this, “I… I wanted to go outside, and get some fresh air.”

When you finally managed to pry an eye open, he had turned back to you and walked over.

“And?”

Ugh, how this man tortured you.

“I was gonna just take a walk,” you said, “I-I was gonna come back.”

You could tell that despite his constant smile, he wasn’t sold on your little excuse. You decided to lay it on thicker.

“I swear! I wasn’t going to run away again! I wasn’t! It was just a little-’

“And what are you supposed to do if you want to go out?” he interrupted.

“… ask you first,” you said after a short pause, “But-”

“Ah, so you DO remember!” he said, “Clever girl. And run away? I didn’t even mention that. Unless you were thinking of it.”

“No! I wasn’t!”

“Then why did you bring it up? Ah, I told you not to lie to me,” he said, “Clearly, you were at least thinking about it if you brought it up.”

You knew it was pointless to argue with him when he was convinced of something. Besides, it’s not like he was wrong. You had planned a small walk, but if there had been even the slightest chance of escape, you would have bolted.

“… it might have been on my mind,” you finally concede.

“Such a stubborn little thing,” Alastor said,

He flicked your forehead with his claw.

“It never ceases to amaze just how mule headed you can be,” he said, more to himself than you.

He sighed before he conjured up a tentacle. He seemed mollified enough to get you out, and of course he wasn’t going to dirty himself up to do that. It untangled you from the vines, seized you by the waist, and yanked you back into the room. Before you knew it, you were slammed onto the floor as he released you just a little too soon. You could feel bruising forming beneath your skin, that would last for a few short hours yet were still painful. Groaning, you managed to stand up.

“I just don't understand why you insist on fighting me,” he said, more amusement than anger in his voice, “You and I both know you’re not going to win.”

You felt your claw like fingernails diffing into your skin, leaving an obvious mark.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so controlling…” you started to mutter softly to yourself.

Apparently, there was more anger hiding inside him than you thought. You watched his hands tighten on his staff at your words, and his face darkened, eyes narrowing. Your heart sped up to that of a bullet train. You knew that look. The last time he had looked like that he had chopped off your hand, and you had had to wait for what felt like forever until it regenerated. You had to admit that it had been an effective mode of action, as you hadn’t dared to raise a hand to him since that day.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I just, it’s-it’s...” you said, voice sputtering.

Tears welled on the edges of your eyes. You don’t even know if they were crocodile ones or not. You’d faked them so many times to try to weasel your way out of things, Alastor related or otherwise, that they just came naturally to you at the first sign of trouble. After you were sure he had seen them, you buried your face in his chest, wailing.

“You don’t understand!” you wailed, “It’s so lonely when you’re not here. I miss you when you’re working. I can’t stand it, and I know you’re always so busy.”

“Sh, sh, I understand,” he said, running his fingers through your hair, “I know you get so bored in here. You must want to scream.”

Oh, thank all that was holy. You knew that Alastor tended to have a soft spot for a woman in tears, and he was taking this much better than-

“But being so rebellious like this… Dearest, it pains me to say this, but you really should know better. It’s like you’re begging me to punish me when you act like this,” he said.

You’re entire body went rigid as you felt his gentle petting turn into a firm grasp, keeping your face pressed into his chest.

“And darling, please believe me, it always hurts me much more than it does you when I have to do this,” he said.

His voice was so tender, you would have almost believed him. But no matter how gentle his tone, it couldn’t conceal the obvious sadistic glee dancing in his pupils.

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Yandere Lucifer x Human Sacrifice Reader Pt. 2

Part One

Word count: 2,755

Originally requested by @hazbinlove

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Your body was still suffering from your injuries when you awoke two days later. While not as intense as before, you could still feel that itching, burning feeling down your entire chest, which was now wrapped in gauze. You were in a soft bed, mind still reeling a little from everything that had happened. If it wasn’t for how sensitive your entire body still felt, you would have written the whole experience off as an ugly nightmare. Yet here you were, somehow still alive. Your first thought was that you must be in the hospital, but the room looked more like a nice apartment room, in line with a hotel suite. Someone must have found you half dead outside after the attack. That odd angelic figure you had seen, it must have been a dream.

That was what you thought as you lay in your uncomfortable position. Not too much longer later, the door opens, and in comes a man that looks vaguely familiar.

He was short, or at least shorter than most men you were accustomed to seeing.

“You’re awake!” he said.

He came into the room, holding a tray filled with breakfast food. You felt your stomach rumble as you saw that is had chocolate covered croissants and a bowl of fruit that looked delicious.

“… who are you?” you asked.

“Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Lucifer,” he said.

“You’re… Lucifer?” you said, shocked.

Instinctively, you try to inch away as this sinks in your mind, but you don’t make it very far, only succeeding in wincing in discomfort. Your body was still fragile from the attack.

“Not what you were expecting?” he asked, with a small smile.

A feeling of fear stirred inside your stomach. This had to be a mistake. A trap. There was no way that this was actually the devil. Unless…

“Am I dead?”

“Dead? Oh, no, quite the opposite!” he said, “Somehow, despite everything that happened to you, your soul is still inside its original body. You’re alive.”

“Then why am I with you?” you asked, hoping that the horror you felt wasn’t too apparent in your voice and face.

“Well I couldn’t very well just leave you out there,” he said, “You were basically being tortured like that. You could have lost your mind that way, repeatedly dying and regenerating.”

You just stared at him in stunned silence for a minute. As you stare at him, you feel your memory aligning with the sight in front of you. You hardly remembered the sight you had seen, you had been in so much pain, but you had seen flashes of flame. A white, red, and gold figure, with an unnaturally eerie light. Was it really possible?

“How do you know about my… thing?” you finally ask.

“Well, the unasked for human “sacrifices” usually don’t survive that kind of stabbing. It seems that someone has put a spell on you,” he said, “It’s a seal of protection. No matter what happens to you, you eventually regenerate. Your body will heal any fatal injury, though, it appears that there are some remnants of the attack. Whoever cast it must not have had a lot of experience and didn’t really know what they were doing.”

The memories of your mothers tear filled yet hopeful eyes rushed back into your mind. Had she…?

“Is there a way to reverse it?” you asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “I suppose I would have to look through my grimoires, but it may take some time for me to look.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“You sure you want me to reverse it?” he said, “Most humans would kill to live on earth forever.”

“No. I haven’t even been alive that long, and I already know I never want to experience coming back to life after I die again,” you said.

He puts the tray down next to you on the bed.

“Understandable. I’ve had my own fair share of accidents and long recoveries,” he said, “I know from experience it can be quite unpleasant.”

As if to prove his point, you grimace as you sit up a bit more to eat. Your entire chest feels like it will rip back open if you’re not careful.

“I think you should stay here for a little while,” he said, fingers nearing your face. He stops just short of touching you though as he sees you tense, eventually drawing his hand away and behind his back. An awkward silence permeates the room.

“Anyway, you need time to properly recover after everything that has happened to you,” he said, “Get some proper rest. I’ll leave you to that.”

With that he walks out, closing the door.

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“I have a little surprise for you.”

You had been bored as you slowly healed. After about a week and a half, you were able to get out of bed, but there wasn’t too much to do. Your “nurse” had provided you with some books to read and puzzles, but other than that, there wasn’t much to do but rest. Though, considering how tired the attack had made you, you supposed you shouldn’t be complaining that much. You were feeling much better now, and the dullness was setting in.

Today though, Lucifer had a certain look in his eyes as he sat on the edge of your bed. He closed his hands together. As he opened them, smoke pealed and a black cat curled out. The pretty little thing which slinked onto the bed and kneaded its paws on the soft fabric. You offer a smile at his attempts to cheer you up. You had to admit that there was a certain charm about him.

“You created that?” you asked.

“Well, technically no,” he said, “I can’t make anything out of nothing. But I may have borrowed him from somewhere else.”

He absently stroked the animal. Squirming a bit, your mind raced. He seemed to be in a decent mood. You had wanted to broach a certain topic in the last day or two, but you weren’t really sure how. You didn’t want to come across as ungrateful and upset him, but he seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps now was the time.

“Um… so, I’m doing a lot better now,” you said.

“You are,” he said.

“And… I was wondering what you thought about me going back,” you said, “I think I’d be ok.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Unable to handle the awkward silence, you start babbling, rushing words out.

“I think I’d be able to handle it,” you said, “I can walk and take care of myself again. Thank you for all of your help, but I don’t want to bother you any longer.”

“You’re not bothering me at all,” he said, “I wouldn’t worry about that. Besides, I think it’s in your best interest that you stay somewhere where your safe.”

“Yes, but I can’t stay in here forever,” you said, “I don’t belong in here.”

While you had to admit he had been an attentive caretaker, you were tired of seeing the same four walls all the time. You needed to get out of here.

“…Perhaps not,” he said finally looking at you, eyes serious, “But I know that if I let you out of this building, some demon or other will get their hands on you and kill you. Or at least attempt to. And trust me, with the kind of sickos that end up down here, you do not want to end up in the wrong hands with an ability like that and no way to defend yourself. That will not be a fun time for you.”

“Er… I don’t mean out there. Can’t you just bring me back to the surface?” you ask.

He is again quiet for a long moment, a look on his face that you can’t quite place. He drums his fingers against his cane for a minute before sighing.

“Do you truly want to go back though?” he said, “You really think that’s a good idea? I mean, look what they did to you!”

He finally looks at you and waves his hand as if to dismiss your unspoken pleas, suddenly animated.

“You think no ones going to try something like this again?” he said, “That if that group finds out you survived, they’re going to be all huncky dory about it? That maybe they’ll just go ‘Oh, wowy, our little sacrifice went wrong. That’s a shame, let’s try a goat this time!’”

“Not all humans are bad,” you protest, “Plenty of us are good. I mean, you like me well enough.”

He scoffs at your words.

“Sure, I suppose some humans won’t try to take advantage of you, but just like down here, if the wrong one finds out about this little… gift of yours, and your best days on earth will rival some of the worst ones down here! Even well meaning humans might want to dissect you to find a futile way to live on earth forever,” he said.

“So what, you just want me to stay here forever?” you said, trying not to sound hysterical, “In fucking hell?”

“I mean, it’s really not so bad down here, as long as you’re with the right people,” he said, “And you couldn’t have better company. Eh?” You swear you hear a horn honk as he winks at you and shakes his elbow.

His attempt at joking optimism falls flat, with the horn sound making it only seem pathetic. The disappointment you feel must be showing on your face as he eventually sighs again and looks at you with condescending pity. It was the patronizing gaze an adult may give a child who is upset that they can’t have ice cream for dinner or an owner would give a pet that wants to jump out of a moving car.

Silly little thing. I’m sorry you’re so angry, but this is for your own good.

“I’m not a child,” you finally say, which only causes him to chuckle softly.

“No, you are not a child. It’s simply that I’m thousands of years old, and you’re what? In your mid-twenties, I would guess. It’s not as if I have more experience with the world or how humans work,” he said.

You glare at him.

“What? Don’t look at me like that! You know it’s true,” he said, “People with something special to offer tend to only attract the worst kinds of attention. Trust me, I know.”

“And I’m supposed to expect that your intentions are pure?” you said, before you could think better of it.

Rather than anger though, his face contorts to one of hurt.

“F/N, I’m sorry if I’ve ever done anything to give you the impression that I want anything from you,” he said, moving closer to you and resting his hand on yours, “I know you’re not thrilled about this situation, but you were left for dead as a sacrifice. I couldn’t have just let you suffer, it wouldn’t have been right. It’s only proper that I take responsibility for what happened to you.”

You just continue to glare at him, but a part of you hears a degree of reason in his words. You feel some guilt tighten in your chest. Perhaps you were being unreasonable. This only makes you angrier though, at him and yourself. You don’t want to concede to him.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said, “I know what it means to go one and on forever, and there are things that are much, much worse than death. Trust me.”

He’s moved so close to you now that your noses almost touch.

“Please try to understand. I’m doing this because I truly care for you. I would hate it if something happened to you,” he said.

As he speaks, he traces the edge of your chin with his fingers, and you suppress the natural urge you have to pull away. No aggression is in his eyes, only a certain pity and tenderness. He stares into your eyes like this for a moment before unexpectedly, gently and softly, he presses his lips to yours.

Wait, what?

It’s so unexpected that you freeze up in a sort of shock. You don’t even push him off of you, just hold still as he caresses your mouth with his own. Seeming encouraged that you haven’t pulled away, he moves his hand from your chin to your hair, stroking it and guiding it closer to him. It feels… pleasant. Nice. You hadn’t noticed, but at some point he had brought his other hand to your side and was slowly drawing it up your stomach, up to the side of your breast, not touching anything too intimately. Somehow, this felt more forbidden than if he had touched you more sensually. Slowly, you allow yourself to open your mouth, as if to deepen the kiss, and your fingers reach up to his shirt and rest against his chest.

Until you remember that you’re kissing the literal devil.

When that sinks in, you shudder and wretch your face away from him. He looks surprised, but allows you to do so.

“What are you doing?!” you screech.

“Um…”

“What on earth?” you cry out, horrified, “Why did you do that?!”

He looks a bit baffled for a second, “Did you not like it?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean- I-I… Don’t do that again!” you said, “I didn’t like it.”

“… All right,” he said, “If you say so.”

You feel your face heat up as you break eye contact for a second, and while he moves away a little, as if to respect your space, you catch a bit of a satisfied light in his eyes at your blushing.

–-

Lucifer ignored the pang of guilt in his gut. It was easy to squish, like an ant beneath his outstretched finger. There for just a second, and then crushed with no hope of resurrecting. He’d had plenty of practice ignoring the things he didn’t want to pay attention to, and this was no different.

You were so naive. To anyone with a hint of demonic knowledge, they would know it would be quite easy for him to remove the spell. With a few exceptions, nearly every curse that was cast could be reversed one way or another, and yours was no different. It would be child’s play for him to remove the spell and return you to your home. He was the king of hell after all.

You didn’t need to know that though.

So long he had lived life alone. He and Lilith had parted ways long ago, and he hadn’t really found anyone else. The hellborn, while at times enticing, lived short lives compared to what he had. They weren’t eternal, and they often fell under the influence of the sinners. Too many times a well meaning demon had been led on a less than savory path.

Even without that problem though, connection was so difficult for him. There was a part of him that almost seemed to disassociate whenever he was around others, even those he cared about. Yet here, with you, things were so easy. You had been literally handed to him as a gift, and your helpless ingenue personality had rekindled the softer, more romantic side of him. Perhaps he was being selfish, keeping you like this, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t recompense for whatever frustrations you were feeling.

Though for now you claimed that you didn’t like him, he could see the embarrassed desire in your eyes. Not that he would humiliate you for it. He would draw that desire out from you until it flowed from you as naturally as a river flows downstream. Already you were kissing him back, even if a bit shyly, and at this rate he was sure that he would soon have you acquiescing to more intimate expressions of his affection.

Yes, you were a little peeved now, but you’d get over it. It wasn’t as if you really knew what you wanted anyway. Humans were so difficult. Give them free will and let them do what they think they want, and they still screw it all up. They were so foolish, falling for delusions and falsehoods so easily. He couldn’t let that happen with you.

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Look, I can explain.

[thatanimeramenchick]

I just thought of somethin(I’m sorry if I’m spamming or anything. I’ve got ADHD so my brain is constantly making ideas that I have to share. I do not wish to overwhelm you)

What about a Yandere Lucifer(Hazbin) with a immortal human reader? They were cursed from a young age with immortality because of a mistake there mother made. They can die but don’t really stay dead. Every time they die they get a scar so there covered with them both large and small. They go to university but was supposed to be sacrificed by a cult to Lucifer but obviously survived but now there stuck with Lucifer always being around?

Yandere Lucifer x Human Sacrifice Reader Pt. 1

You’re fine! Definitely not spamming. I just might take some time before I get to writing it. Lucifer has me in a choke hold, but so does Vox. I also wanted to do this idea justice, as it actually has a lot of potential, so it took me a little while before I finally felt like it sounded kind of decent. Also it was getting long, so going to be a two parter.

Part Two

Trigger Warning: Graphic Violence

Word Count: 2,431

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You first realized something was wrong when you were twelve.

It was a warm August afternoon, perfect for a day on the lake. Only a week left before school, your extended family was having a last little hurrah camping trip. Water brushed against your shoulders as you waded through the water, looking for small fish and crawdads. Your cousins were on the shore, half asleep as they rested from swimming.

“Kids! It’s time for lunch!” you heard your Aunt’s voice fill the air.

Eager for food, like any other over-exhausted child, you turn quickly on the slick rocks, ready to run inside.

“Wait for me!” you cry out, taking no care in how fast you were moving.

And down you went. Your slipped right out from under you and sent you crashing beneath the waves. A roar filled your ears as your body ripped through the water and sent your head against the stone ground. Along with the cold water, you felt a hot liquid bubbling from the crown of your head.

Whether from shock or pain, you were unable to swim. You thrashed and attempted to scream, only letting more water into your throat. Surely someone had heard you falling and would come to save you, right? There was no way they hadn’t heard you.

Yet as seconds passed, you started to think that maybe no one had heard you. Every passing moment felt like an eternity as you were unable to hold your breath and water choked down your throat.

You swore that you felt your lungs literally ripping apart, splitting at the seams in a pain that was so intense you felt like you would black out. You suddenly knew what it was like to be the balloons you and your cousins had blown up with a little too much air and watched pop into a million pieces.

The oxygen must finally have evaporated from the combination of fluid filling your lungs and blood leaving your body. This was it.

You were going into the arms of the angels.

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To this day, beneath your hair, was the large scar from “the incident” as your family referred to it.

Well, when they referred to it at all, which was almost never.

All you had remember was awakening in the hospital, gasps, tears, and even a scream filling the air as you sat up.

“I-impossible!” your aunt had said, gazing in shock at you, “She was… She had to be….”

“I told you, the doctors had made a mistake,” your mother had said calmly. She had been sitting beside you, squeezing your hand. Though her words were soft and controlled, there were tears on the edges of her eyes.

Your cousins started crying as well, coming forward, looking just as stunned. The only one who had seemed unsurprised was your mother, who held your hand in a death grip.

That day lived in infamy in your mind. Though nothing had ever been explained, small snippets from conversations you hadn’t been meant to overhear had formed an image of what had happened.

Finally, it had been noticed that you were not there, and your eldest cousin had been the horrified witness to your body in the lake, water red from the massive loss of blood. Though they had called the ambulance, it was clear to everyone that you had died before they had even got there.

Or so they had thought.

You had been laid in the hospital, check on, with no pulse or breath in you. Your family had been in the room crowding around you, all saying final goodbyes. All except your mother, who had simply grabbed onto your hand and insisted that you weren’t dead. The doctor had made a mistake, you would be fine. Naturally, your Aunt and Uncle thought that your mother was simply confused after the traumatic experience.

But you had woken up. Suddenly, something had changed. The machines detected life, and you had taken a gasping breath before groggily opening your eyes.

The nurses and doctors had seem just as spooked as your extended family, but once it was determined that somehow you had survived and your lungs were intact, they let you go. Someone must have made some kind of mistake at some point.

There had been no explanation, logical or otherwise for your salvation. Your mother said that you must be under divine protection, and you had accepted the answer, as much as you weren’t really convinced of it. Convinced or not, you were alive, and you supposed that was what mattered.

That had been nine years ago. It was something you rarely thought about anymore, though recently, you had been wondering about it. The whole thing was weird, and your studies in medical school only made it weirder.

You didn’t have time to think about it these days though. You were short on two things, money and time. Which is why you were now looking at the posters hung in the cafeteria for an opportunity to make some quick cash.

You had some cash flow from your repeated donations of plasma and blood cells, as well as the occasional babysitting gig in between studies. You needed more though, and the flier you were looking at was promising a lot of pay if you went to this interview and were accepted as a participant for an experiment that some seniors were doing. So many of you had participated in a couple of experiments for professors and students to earn a buck here and there. You could do it again. You ignored the vague wording, thinking that it was probably some experimentation that involved the subjects being in the dark.

So now, you were sitting on a park bench with the interviewer for the program, being drilled harder than if you had stayed out all night as a teenager.

“Do drugs, smoke, alcohol?” the interviewer asked.

“No,” you said.

“All right,” she said, "And... we'll need to know you're relationship history as well. Any boyfriends, girlfriends?”

“I had one boyfriend in high school,” you said, "Been too busy last few years though.”

“Just one boyfriend... Ok, and any hookups?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Like, you know, bar or party hookups. Casual sex.”

“I-I- Uh... No,” you said.

“So you're a virgin?” she asked.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t see how this is relevant,” you said, feeling uncomfortable.

“It’s necessary information for dividing the groups in our experiment,” she said, “Your personal name isn’t going to be connected to any of this. But we need to know as much personal information as possible if you want us to consider you for this. We need to know our subjects on a deep level.”

You sigh in irritation, “Fine, whatever. Yes, I am.”

“Ok,” she said, scribbling something down.

After a few more minutes of interrogation, she stood up.

“All right then, I think I have everything I need to know. We will be in touch if you pass all right? If you do, you'll be contacted on the meeting place for the experimentation,” she said.

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A week later, you had gotten a call back from the same interviewer, saying you had passed initial testing. They assigned a day for you to show up at the lab. After you had arrived on the appointed day and signed some wavers, they took you aside and gave you some medication, saying they were conducting a test on REM sleep in three sessions. The first two had gone typically, and you had awoken, mind numb and fuzzy after the sessions. But something was different when you woke up the third time. You weren't in the lab.

You awoke, foggy eyed, your mind still grainy. The room was freezing, even more so than the normally cool temperature it was kept at. In a few seconds, you realized you weren't in the lab at all or likely the university. Your surroundings were totally alien as you realized where you were and who you were with.

You were looking up at a circle of men and women in black and red cloaks. A sickening smell of incense fills the air, and you feel something right digging into your wrists and ankles. In moments, you realize you have been tied down to a stone altar, somewhere dark and damp, like a cave or temple. Directly over you stands a middle aged man, holding a knife.

“She’s perfect,” he said, “A beautiful young virgin. Not tainted in any way, in good health. The ideal sacrificial lamb.”

The day of the incident was swarming back into your mind as you now struggled against the rope tying you own, as futile as you had felt slapping against the water. You couldn’t even attempt to scream, a cloth was shoved so far down your throat, the scent of whatever chemical they had dipped in it making it burn. Part of you wondered if you would vomit and repeatedly suffocate before he could even stab you.

“Oh Lucifer, we call upon you to accept this sacrifice,” the man called out, raising the knife, “May you be pleased with this offering, and in exchange bless our work. May we be more prosperous and rich than any others! We bow down to you!”

With his final words, he sliced the knife into your chest, so fast and swift that you didn’t feel it at first. It was as subtle as a breeze rushing past your cheek or hearing a whisper in the hallway. Small as it was though, you couldn’t deny that it was there. Within a split second, as he ripped the knife out, you felt some of that pain materializing. A muffled scream is silenced, and you feel the cloth sink deeper into your throat, choking you. Even if your mouth can not let out a sound, the surrounding flesh is painful enough that it feels like it is screaming in silent agony.

He continues to stab at you. The pain worsens as he tries to push the knife deep into your heart, but manages to instead stab into your ribs multiple times. Each removal of the knife releases a fountain of blood. Warm, fast, sleek streams bathe your skin and clothes as he drives the knife through you over and over again, without mercy. Penetrating, forceful, as if you were being violated in the worst possible way. The physical pain of the experience is nothing compared to the mental anguish of helplessness and terror you feel.

Finally, mercifully a few cuts sink between you ribs and pierce your heart. Within minutes, your world begins fading to black.

This is it. Finally.

At least that was what you hoped. No more pain, only peace.

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Hell was real.

You hadn’t died, but you didn’t need to for you to experience a pure torment worse than death. Some twisted miracle, curse, whatever the hell it was, had saved you. You awoke who knows how long after the attack, alone and still strapped to the stone altar. You couldn’t lift your head, it roared with pain. The pure torture of regenerating, something you hadn’t felt in years. Your body burned and itched as it restitched itself back together, slowly. The process of regeneration was in some ways more gruesome than the actual attack had been. Every inch of your chest felt like it was on fire.

The cloth was still stuck deep in your throat, making it impossible to call for help, but part of you knew that even if you could have it probably wouldn’t attract attention from anyone you would want. Your only fear was that it would remain stuck in your throat for ages. The image of it resting there until your spit somehow dissolved it and allowed for you to breathe normally haunted you, as well as the image that you might die from an infection or suffocation like this a couple of times before that happens.

Your mind was so focused on this that you didn’t notice the glowing light walking around you. Sight fuzzy, you winced as the light fully entered your focus and before you stood a man, radiating light from his crimson and white body. Wings on display, emanating from his back. No further details could be caught though, as you were in too much pain to really pay attention. Despite this though, you had no doubt who this was.

Lucifer.

You were surprised. Always, your imagination had painted the devil as a creature of darkness. Even if he wasn’t a red horned creature, you had expected a creature that radiated evil and smoke. Yet Lucifer stood before you with an almost ethereal glow about him. While there was a certain flame about him, it burned with a cool, almost glorious light.

Well, you had heard someone once say that the devil portrayed himself as a creature of light. Perhaps the brightness of his form should not surprise you. A mask of goodness over his true evil intent. He leans over you, gazing at your half-alive form.

Finally, the devil reaches over to your face, gazing at you with a look that you decide must be curiosity. There is no way that it contains the pity that your mind at first thinks it glimpses. If this is the devil that the group worshiped, then there was no way any sympathy could be found in his eyes. He lowered his hand to your face, causing you to flinch, the pain exploding at your brief movement. Instead of the expected violence though, he caresses your cheek with tenderness.

“Poor little thing. Humans are such fools,” he murmurs, “The way they treat their own is downright atrocious.”

While you would push his touch away if you could, you find it impossible. The pain is too great to bother defying him. It is nothing compared to the torture your body goes through though when he lifts you into his arms. Chipped bones feel as if they are shifting through your sliced muscle and ripped flesh. You feel more blood flowing out of your body, like the lake sand would flow between the cracks in your fingers as a child. Even though you are unable to scream, you must have at least attempted to make some kind of noise as the demon holding you makes an effort to soothe you.

“Sh… It’s all right now,” you heard, “You’re going to be just fine. There’s no need to be afraid.”

It was the last thing you heard before pain consumed your mind and took you from consciousness.

[thatanimeramenchick]

I know u'll most likely refuse this one since u already posted the last part but I was wondering if u could write like a ..different ending to that yandere vox fanfiction!!!THAT FANFIC IS LITERALLY THE BEST VOX FANFIC IVE EVER READ AND I MUST SEE THE ENDING WHERE THE READER FAILS TO ESCAPE

its okay if u dont have the motivation or just simply dont want to!!!

First, thank you for your kind words! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed it! :D And to hear it's the best? That's a real honor.

As for a continuation or alternate ending. Ugh. You guys are slowly wearing me down lol. Nothing is confirmed, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about it. To be perfectly honest, I'll probably eventually write something more the series. No guarantees though! Thanks again for your encouragement!

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere! Lucifer visits the Hazbin Hotel because his daughter called him, but there he meets a human! Innocent! reader and Yandere! Alastor... Where the two of them start fighting over the reader...

Yandere Alastor vs Lucifer and Human Reader

Ha ha ha, I live for the chaos that this would be.

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“You mean, she’s alive? Not an official sinner?” Lucifer asked.

“Yep,” said Charlie, “Um… we’re not quite sure how she got down here, to be perfectly honest, but she definitely doesn’t fit the sinner criteria in looks or attitude.”

You hesitate before you give a small curtsy to the king of hell. You weren’t sure if the act was going to count against you when you actually died for real, but who knows, maybe he’d be as nice as Charlie was? Either way, Charlie was a good girl, and you wanted to help her out. Surely no one could blame you for being kind to someone, even if that someone is the King of Hell himself.

“Nice to meet you, your highness,” you say, voice timid.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a… living human,” Lucifer said, circling you, as if you were a rare exotic animal, “It’s been decades. Centuries even. And you don’t know how you got down here?”

“No, your highness,” you said, “I really don’t know what happened. I-I just ended up here somehow.”

“And no way to get back home either, I’m assuming?” he said, “How odd. Must find it terrifying down here, not to mention dangerous.”

Charlies chuckles a little, but you see a certain nervousness in her eyes. Your safety had been the talk of many stressful meetings.

“We do keep her as secure as we can,” she said, “Considering she’s so vulnerable down here she stays in the hotel pretty much all the time.”

“Ah, yes,” said Alastor, who seemed to be butting into every conversation poor Charlie was trying to hold with her father, “This little lady here, I assure you, she is under the strict protection of the hotel. The very best, as I tend to her safety personally.”

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he said it, pulling you closer to him. The touch startled you, as he wasn’t one for physical affection. In all honesty, you don’t recall him ever touching you in any way ever other than the brief handshake you had shared on meeting. You tense a little at the unexpected contact.

Lucifer’s eyes turn to Alastor and narrow. He looks at him like one would look at a spider crawling on the wall. A chill runs through you with the amount of malice in his eyes.

“… I’m sure you do,” he finally said.

His eyes return to you, a hint of curiosity in them, most of the malice gone.

“But! I’d be more than happy to assist in this matter,” he continued, “I’m not sure if there is anything we really can do as far as sending you back up to earth, but I can do my best to make sure you stay safe. Demons are fine and dandy, but there’s nothing like a royal seal of protection. You haven't made a deal, have you?”

As you shake your head, Alastor’s grip tightens, making your shoulder ache. You worry he’s going to claw through your blouse and into your skin if he’s not careful.

Saying you were uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year.

Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer would have a clear upper hand in this situation, and oh, the nostalgia you would bring! He’s had plenty of experience getting innocent, naive human women to warm up to him, both in the romantic department and outside of it. While he is a bit out of practice, if he actually tried, I could see him using all of his experience, charm, and knowledge to seduce a shy girl out of her shell.

If you’re still a living human, he’s going to be quite protective of you. You want to leave the hotel? Have you gone straight mad? Honestly, if he had it his way, Charlie wouldn’t let you out of your bedroom with those nasty sinners crawling around the hotel. Do you want to end up as corrupt and filthy as the rest of hell? Perhaps he can talk to Charlie and convince her that you need to be taken somewhere more… secure.

Once he finally moves into the hotel, the real battle is going to begin. He'll be seeing you regularly and therefore make it impossible for him to push you out of his mind. And he has to put up with Alastor's antics now on a daily basis.

While he'd like to think he's levelheaded and mature, I can see arguments with Alastor quickly spinning out of control and getting very personal and very nasty fast. The only thing holding him back from just killing him after a certain point is the fact that Charlie likes him as much as she does.

Alastor

Part of me would wonder if he actually even likes you or if he just wants to mess with Lucifer tbh.

All jokes aside, Alastor would be pissed. He knows that Lucifer is more powerful in every sense of the word, and he can’t do a thing about it. Well, at least nothing that really matters. He’s simply going to have to be more charming than Lucifer is, to the point where you prefer him.

He’s going to pull out all the stops of being a suave southern gentleman. While Lucifer will try to wow you with bombastic displays that only he can provide, Alastor will offer himself as the sweet, traditional lover that has your back. He's a distinguished romantic compared to this circus leading clown. At least that's what he'll want you to think. When it comes down to it, Alastor has far less experience than Lucifer with women and romance.

Also I see him as being one of those people who’s like, “Since I know I can’t lift myself up more, I’m dragging this asshole down to my level.” Verbally throws barbs at Lucifer, both to piss him off and to try to make him look worse in your eyes. He’d have a real hayday if he can provoke Lucifer into saying or doing something that scares you.

Even when Lucifer’s not around though, he’s the type to plant ideas in your mind that the king of hell is simply not a good match for you. He’d use his verbal skills to make Lucifer look less attractive in your eyes or to make you feel like it would be unwise to get in a relationship with the literal Devil.

I’d like to think you’d turn them both down, but they’re both too polite towards women to be that forceful with you, so instead they just butt horns for what feels like eternity over who should have you. Clearly it’s the other guys fault that you don’t want him, not yours! Then when you finally die, you go to heaven, leaving them both quite upset about the whole situation.

But if things did get ugly and push came to shove, Lucifer would definitely win. At this point in the game, Alastor doesn't stand a chance. Hope you enjoy solitary confinement!