#lucifer x daughter reader

[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part One

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Lucifer x daughter! reader x Lilith

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Forced child abandonment

Notes: This is my first Hazbin mini fic. This will be a mini series, so there will be a part two but it may take a little while as I tend to get busy with work and school - so please, bare with me.

Words: 880

"No! No! Please!"

It's no surprise Lucifer and Lilith fooled around a bit during their days in the Garden of Eden.

What was surprising was the moment Lilith discovered she was pregnant.

Despite the shock and slight fear of being new parents, Lucifer and Lilith were overjoyed at the news.

When they found out the baby was going to be a girl, the two cried in pure happiness.

Lucifer became adamant, and a little overbearing, about doing everything for Lilith not wanting her to overwork herself or the baby. This did annoy Lilith (being the independent woman she was), but she knew he just wanted to make sure she and the baby were safe.

When Lilith went into labor, Lucifer went into full panic mode (imagine that one scene from The Office)

Lucifer: *freaking out* "OMG! IT'S HAPPENING! DON'T PANIC, HONEY!

Lilith: *calmly packing the hospital bags*

Lucifer may have passed out during the delivery when his curiosity got the best of him and decided to see what was going on down there (I imagine seraphim's or angels born in Heaven aren't born the natural way and instead created through magic).

Lucifer woke up from the sounds of crying and when he came to he saw a tiny body being carried by one of the nurses.

After rejoining Lilith's side (and making sure she was okay while profusely apologizing for passing out) they waited for the nurses to clean up the baby.

The moment the two saw one of the nurses bring over a pink bundle, their hearts filled with unbridled love and joy.

She was so small and had tuffs of blonde hair. She had Lucifer's red cheek circle's and Lilith's eyes.

Lucifer's eyes welled up with tears as he lovingly gazed down at the tiny person in his lover's arms. "She's perfect, Lily".

Lilith agreed with happy tears as she laid a gentle kiss on their daughter's head.

The two named her (Y/N) - (Y/N) Morningstar.

(Y/N) was a lively baby who adopted her father's bubbly and curious personality, as well as his love for ducks.

Her first toy was a duck plushie Lucifer had made himself.

However, despite having everything they could want in the Garden, Heaven, and now their new baby - they wanted something more.

They wanted to share free will with humanity in hopes that Heaven would finally see Lucifer's ideas and change their suffocating rules so (Y/N) could live in a world that wouldn't stifle any of her future dreams.

This lead them to tempt Eve with the apple, causing the unfortunate chain of events that lead to Lucifer and Lilith's trial.

The two were found guilty of bringing evil into humanity and as punishment they would be sent down into Hell.

However, before they sent the family into eternal damnation Heaven decided (Y/N) was innocent as she was only a baby who knew not what her parents had done.

Being a child of a seraphim and one of humanities first human's, they saw potential in her for Heaven's future - so they decided (Y/N) would stay in Heaven while Lucifer and Lilith would go down to Hell.

"Take the child," Sera ordered one of the court angels. "No! No! Please!" Lucifer and Lilith begged with tears falling down their faces as they held (Y/N) closer to them. The court angels forced the wailing (Y/N) out of her crying parents arms.

That was the last time Lucifer and Lilith saw their daugther before being banished to Hell for all eternity.

To keep (Y/N) from discovering her true lineage, Heaven decided that Lucifer's twin brother, Michael, would claim to be her father and raise her as a role model seraphim - one that follows Heaven's rules.

As (Y/N) grew up it became increasingly obvious how much she took after her parents. She had Lucifer's curious and cheerful nature, and Lilith's eyes, long blonde hair, and grace - both her parents beauty present in her features. The perfect combination of the two.

She especially adopted Lucifer's six large wings, only they had a pink under surface and gold tips.

To bypass any questions of her mother, Michael told her that he had created her from stardust with both his and Lilith's likeness - only using Lilith as a reference for a female.

Michael made sure her curious nature didn't go as far as Lucifer's, keeping her busy with her education and where he can keep an eye on her.

To keep her in check he told her about Lucifer and Lilith, but that they were her uncle and aunt who had lost their way and fallen from grace.

When she entered into adulthood, Heaven decided it was time for her to bear more serious responsibilities.

That's how (Y/N) Morningstar Demiurgos became one of Heaven's trial record keepers/recorders (she sometimes sits in trials and writes what's being said for the records).

It was mainly because Michael wanted to her to have a busy office job and away from exploring and getting too curious (he hoped being in trials would satisfy her curiosity, but made sure to keep her from asking too many questions).

And for awhile everything was perfect and in Heaven's favor. . .

. . .Until a certain Princess of Hell came to Heaven with a dream.

#hazin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #lucifer x reader #lilith x reader #lucifer x daughter reader #lilith x daughter reader #morningstar reader

[hypnos333]

More than Anything

Lucifer x Adapted daughter! Reader

Synopsis: You were just a baby with weird shapes on your cheek and having no one Lucifer took you in while depressed until it got really bad so Charlie and Vaggie started taking care of you

You played with your dolls as Charlie was playing with you. It’s been 1 years since the last time you saw your dad and yet you don’t know him. When you were first taken away you couldn’t eat anything at all until Charlie started to actually pay attention to you to the point where she knows every detail.

Charlie was happy to take you in as a sister but was disappointed at her dad for leaving such a young now two year old without a parental guidance. Charlie had her mom but who do you have?

She watched you sucking on you pacifier while characterizing the doll with innocence. It was no surprise that you were a hellborn because your cheeks gave it away. No human has the power that you have.

“Come little baby let go get you a warm bottle of milk and some lunch” Charlie exclaimed before picking you up as you clinged to her.

For a two year old you so small and adorable.

When Charlie reach the kitchen Husk was already in there grabbing an apple sauce before putting it in front of you. “Do you want me to feed her Charlie?” Husk mumbles as he gets a baby spoon to feed you in.

“Oh! Thank you Husk this helps so I can make her mil-“I always made her milk it’s in the microwave” Husk interrupt her that’s when the Microwave made a sound meaning it was done.

Husk airplane feed you the apple sauce as you played with his paws, he didn’t mind because he grown attached to you.

“Husk do you mind watching ___? I have to do business around the hotel” Charlie asked making Husk instantly agree. “Yeah I can definitely watch this kit” Husk said making Charlie tell him your schedule before kissing your forehead on the way out.

“Well it’s just you and me munchkin” He mumbles as you were sucking your bottle with the milk in it. He gently lift you up carrying you to the lobby.

He laid you down the couch, on your back as you continued to drinking the warm milk. As you fell asleep drinking the bottle. As you did Husk brought up a pacifier to your lips and automatically sucked on the pacifier.

Husk chuckles before making a pile of blankets so you don’t roll over and fall on the couch.

Hours later

Lucifer came in when Charlie called him, And when Lucifer saw his sleeping child being carried by Angel dust as rocked side by side so you can stay sleeping.

“C-Can I hold her?” He asked Charlie making her nod as she smiled uncontrollably. Angel dust gently put you in Lucifer’s arms making you squirm and slowly open your eyes.

“Hi Baby Angel, I’m your papa” Lucifer said gently and he rubbed your back. You looked at him tiredly and curiosity.

“Papa?” You mumbled

“Yeah I’m your papa” Lucifer chuckled with tears in his eyes as he put his forehead against yours as you giggle putting your hands on his cheeks as he does this. He can’t believe how much you grown as he cried in Joy finally getting to raise you properly Lucifer pulled charlie into a hug with you and him.

“I love you both more than anything” He whispered to you both.

#lucifer x daughter reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x you #platonic #Charlie morningstar x sister reader

[dolls-self-ships]

Why are all the Lucifer x reader fics about Lucifer being overworked and busy and that's the cause of his stress/tiredness? That man has not done a single royal duty in years. His office is cluttered with ducks and he's a scatter brained mess at least at the moment. I need more fics where the reader sees the state of his office and goes "oh... my god, he's really going through it". Where's the acknowledgement of his depression? I'm gonna write it myself if I have to damn it.

#that man is NOT an overworked buisness daddy tm #hes a reclusive mess that misses his wife and daughter thats been doing nothing but making rubber ducks for the past 7 years and doesnt #always fully process what people are saying to him #rahhhh idk #mentally ill person wanting better mental illness in writing #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #x reader #hazbin x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfiction

[sugerplumig]

Please don’t take my sunshine away🍎 Lucifer x daughter reader (angst)

First post! I’m excited (A/N this is prob gonna suck but ima try my best!)

Tw: cringe, blood, death, screaming?

~You are my sunshine. ~My only sunshine

I could hear my fathers lullaby lull me to sleep as he rocked me around the room.

~You make me happy..

I could feel him as he kissed my forehead

I could feel him.

I could feel his Love.

~When skies are grey

If only i’d clung onto this moment a little longer.

I could’ve seen the look he gave me as I dozed off.

~ You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.

A look of sadness. Maybe Regret? I’m not sure.

-Please don’t take my sunshine away.

“I love you dad.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”______________________________________________________________

A scream of terror was made that would make anyone freeze. As both Charlie and Lucifer looked up at the sky, they were almost frozen from where they were standing. There eyes full of fright.

My face and body was bloodied from Adams hands and he punched again and again. After Alastor disappeared to who the fck knows where, it was up to me to fight Adam off. And I did, I did dad I tried my best I promise! But I lost and I.. I feel numb.

I looked up to see Dad and Charlie on the other side of me, Adam holding me by the throat with an angelic blade.

“Adam drop her. She did nothing to you, it’s me you want right?”

Dad spoke harshly to the man.

”How about no. Because you know what after you took BOTH MY WIVES away from me it’s only fair I took your DAUGHTERS AWAY FROM YOU TOO!”

The man laughed a little to happily then looked at me. My eyes widened as I saw the blade about to make it to my chest.

“NOO-“AGHHHHHH!!!”

My screams of pain covered the scream of my father and sister trying to stop Adam. Even the fallen heavenly king could only watch and his daughter was being beaten and stabbed.

(after adams dies by nifty. I’m tired.)

“Y/NN!!”

Dad screamed as he scrambled over to me and tried to stop the bleeding from my chest. Charlie and Vaggie were there too and I could see Charlie crying into her girlfriends shoulder

“D-dad.. c-can you do me a.. favor.? I slowly asked, blood gurgling in my throat.

“OH COURSE.. A-umm.. A-Anything love.. tell me..”

His eyes watering looking down at me..

“Co..could you sing me our lullaby? I want to hear it one last time”

He smile sadly and nodded.. holding my head like he once t

did before and started to sing.

~You are my sunshine

~My only sunshine

I could faintly hear him start singing the song as my eyes got blurry

~You Make me happy

I could feel him as he kissed my bloody hair, pushing it out of my face

I could feel him

I could feel his Love.

~When skies are grey

If only I had stayed just for a moment more,

I would’ve seen Angel, Husk, Nifty Vaggie and Charlie all sniffing and crying

~You’ll never know dear how much I love you I saw a look in dads eyes before I fell forever asleep.

One of saddness. Maybe Regret?

I suppose we’ll never know

~Please don’t take my.. sunshine away..

“I love you Y/N…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie #angst #x reader #x daughter!reader #tw death

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#937...Boomer Luci-

You guys ever think of How Lucifer trying to keep up to...date with modern slang cuz his brothers are pros now...and how when the witches taking care of Amelia they were using most of the money on themselves...so when custody battle between Mammon you and the witches came and actually harmed you and the Brothers+solomon found out ...this is what happen-

Witch: Okay, seriously? How many of you freaks do I have to fight?!

Lucifer walks up to her, rolling up his sleeves to fight

Lucifer: Oh, I'm the only one that matters... You see, you messed with my brother's daughter, and now, I am going to FUCK you!

The Leader Witch stares at Lucifer, perplexed. Satan and a Witch stop their fight to stare in confusion at Lucifer. Asmodeus cocks an eyebrow, smiling as Solomon gives him a deadpanned look

Asmo: Well, this just got interesting~

Mammon, slightly embarrassed, corrects his brother

Mam:  It's fuck you up, Bro

Lucifer: Wait, what did I say?

Thanks yo @raveenawashere for Helping me Choose Mammon's Daughter name!

Prequel to:

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x mc #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me! mc #obey me nightbringer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #Greed's Daughter au #obey me mammon #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[plush-rabbit]

part two to the unnamed chapter from like a few days ago!! honestly, im suprised people liked it. like i didnt think it would get good stuff. like i dindt think it was bad, but im like the hype has died down anyways!! we meet the man, the myth, the devil himself!!

Word Count: 4.8K

You can hardly keep your eyes open. Even with the soft yellow glow of the light, it's far too bright for you. Shutting your eyes only brings you a bit of solace. You're somewhere soft, something light and feathery pulled over you, and you shift your shoulder blades to pull your wings closer to your body, and instead you sob, the pain sharp and unforgiving to your frail body.

Did you fall? No, maybe you slept on them wrong. You don’t have to think about stretching your wings, it was always second nature, as easy as blinking and as easy as moving your arm. You’d stretch your wings, and you’d ask Adam to help you preen your wings. You shift, and something feels empty, it feels light, lighter than air. You can’t remember your wings feeling so light, not unless you were flying. You’d hate to have messed up your wings over something as frivolous as falling.

Memories rush in, fragmented, only the beginning pieces clear enough for you to remember. Your eyes snap, and you’re met with harsh lighting. You see nothing but wood and stone, and a home that is not yours, and you groan into something soft under you. Moving your arm is painful, it feels bent and sore, and you reach for feathers, and find nothing. Your cries bury themselves into something plush, something that soaks your tears and drool and leaves only a patch behind. A hand pats softly against your arm, and you flinch. 

A voice shushes out to calm you. “It's okay. You're safe. I'm not here to hurt you,” they whisper. “Just relax, and try not to move. You still haven't recovered.”

Even if they speak softly to you, it's far too loud. The words echo in your head, and attempting to think about where you are and who you're with is making you nauseous. Or perhaps it's the sickly honeyed scent that is thick in the air. 

“‘S too sweet,” you slur, clawing at fabric beneath you. You regret speaking, the movement making your already sore jaw ache further, the joints pushing into your splitting skull. Your head pulses and your mouth is cotton filled, thick and impossible to speak. “Where?” You hope that someone will give you an answer to where you are. Or at least what you're on.

“Oh, thank you,” a voice chirps. 

“Don't think it was a compliment Bee,” a thick accent says in a hushed voice.

“Well I'm taking it as one,” the voice huffs.

“You're at my home,” the gentle voice is back. “You're in a spare bed. Just try to relax.” You can’t relax with all the sound, and when you try to tell him that, you only murmur, slurring letters together. “I know, I know.” He doesn’t, but you can’t correct him. “Just try not to move so much.” It's quiet again, a silence that stretches and fills the void with nothingness. The smell and the shuffling of bodies is the only indication that you aren’t alone, that you haven’t been left yet. 

“Luci, mate, you sure it's a good idea to have an angel laying around?” You hear the chime of bells, and you want everything to stop. 

“They aren't an angel,” a voice retorts. A hand places itself over your bicep, and squeezes you softly.

“Yeah, but like, it’s still a bit dangerous, isn’t it?” The voice is much more feminine, and you can hear a buzz when they speak, a low hum that doesn’t stop. “Having one of them just on your bed.”

“A spare bed,” the voice corrects. The bed dips beside you, your fingers tap against the mattress. “It was dangerous when we were first here,” snapping at the other, before sighing. “It’s been a long time since another angel has fallen.” 

“Lucifer, honey,” this voice is smoother than the others, and you wish they would all stop talking. “What’s the plan here?” Someone makes a noise of confusion. “They aren’t an angel anymore, if anything, they’re a walking target. We don’t even know if they’re an Exorcist.”

“Heaven hasn’t cast out an Angel in so long,” the voice says softly, a finger tracing shapes onto your arm. “And I highly doubt they’re an Exorcist. I can almost- I’m positive that they aren’t.”

An Exorcist. That’s what they think. Lute flashes in your mind, and Adam follows, weapons ready, and thinking hurts far too much. You groan, nuzzling into the pillow, trying to tune out the sounds. You need them to stop talking.

A hand pats at your arm, and soon you feel fingers tangle themselves into your hair. Fingertips ghost alongside the tender part of your scalp. The voice hushes you, lulling you back into a state of unconsciousness. “I’m sorry,” they whisper, “we must be too loud for you.”

“Lucifer, I know you’re still-” the person pauses- “upset-” they sound unsure of the word they’re using- “about the last few years, but you can’t take on a pity project.”

Lucifer. They keep saying- oh shit. You let out a whimper. You don’t know if you’re thankful for being found by him, or if it’s a curse to be found by him. He shushes you once more, massaging gently at your scalp. 

“Yeah-” the buzzing is louder this time- “you know, if you were lonely, you could have just said something. I got some cute little hounds that need loving homes, ya know? And uh, they’re cute-” they hiss that word and you furrow your brows- “and practically housebroken.”

“Luci, it’s not like they’re worth much. I mean look at ‘em. I don’t even think I remember seein’ them back up when we were there, so they gotta be new or somethin’.”

The hands still, fingertips pressing into the tenderness of your head. You let out a low sound, and give a soft nudge of your head for the person- Lucifer you presume, to let go. He apologizes, soothing over the spot where he’s touched. “It’s not- They aren’t a pity project. This isn’t that. Don’t you remember how bad it was. How painful it was to fall. At least we had each other. We were stronger than most angels.” You wish they would all stop talking. Especially when they refer to falling, you can't stand to hear it. “They have no one. This is- I just want them to feel safe.” His words come to a slow stand, and if it didn’t hurt to cry, you’d sob at the reminder of your punishment. “Their wings were ripped from them, they weren’t even allowed to heal.”

“Well it ain’t like Heaven is known for their leniency.”

“Listen, Lucifer, we’re just saying that you’ve been having a lot of big emotions recently, and maybe nursing someone back to health isn’t what you need right now.” Lucifer- at least you’re assuming- makes a noise in protest at what the other voice is stating. “What’s the long-term plan, hm? You fix them and then what? Do they live here? Do you kick them out? Take them over to Charlie?”

The room is still, the buzzing has quieted down to a hum, and you feel sleep grasp onto you once more. “You should all go.” The group protests immediately, voices overlapping one another, the buzzing higher, and scent of sweets and leather grows and irritates you further. Your head pounds, banging against your skull. You shift, pulling at the wounds, and a cry muffles itself into your pillow. “It’s okay, you’re okay” the voice says in a hushed voice, palms pressed flat against you, cooling your feverish body. “I’ll give you something right now to help the pain.” He clears his throat away from you. “I have to think about things. I’ll make sure to give you updates as they come along, but for now, I’ve taken up enough of your time.” He pauses. “You should return back to your rings.”

The buzzing quiets down, and footsteps shuffle out. It's a mess of steps, puttering and pattering along the floor, and the sound is [welcomed] by silence. A door clicks shut, and you hear no lock. 

Thinking if you're a prisoner or not is too much of a task right now. The strength of the saccharine scent has left with its owner, and instead now gently wafts in the air. Somewhere on the other side of the room, you hear a sigh.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have been having that conversation with you in the room.” You let out a short huff in response. “It won’t happen again, okay? We must have been loud for you, huh?” With all the strength that you can muster, you give a short nod. “Let me go get you something for the pain, okay?” You feel a soft hand over your bicep, giving you a soft squeeze. The hand lingers with fingertips that kiss over your skin in feather light touches as they pull away. 

You drift between consciousness and unconsciousness, unable to fully sleep, but you don’t register anything that happens. All that you’re aware of is that someone is back in the room with you. He’s beside you, something plastic touching against your lips and the thick taste of medicine is bitter on your tongue. 

“I’m going to light some incense, okay?” You’d rather he give you water or anything else to wash the taste off. “You just let me know if it’s too much.” The scent is much calmer compared to the sickly sweet one from earlier. “I had Belphegor send me some sleeping aids. I believe it’s the only reason you’re able to get some actual rest.” Your lips mouth the words “thank you”. Something soft and warm covers you, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress. “I don’t know how much of your power was stripped, or how much you even had to begin with. Mammon was right about that, you are a newer angel, you might not even be able to do much other than heal.” His voice is growing harder to understand, it’s fading into the back, and sleep pulls you further in. “However, I wouldn’t ask you to even attempt to heal yourself- not in this state,” he whispers.

“Taste bad,” is all that you can mutter. Your head pounds, and it feels like it’s swelling. Each word that you speak is laid thick and slurred together. Every syllable only brings you sickness and an ache in your skull.

“I know,” he sighs. “The medicine here doesn’t taste good, but there’s not much that I can do about it.” A cloth dabs at your mouth. “Hell is supposed to be a punishment after all,” he says with a humorless laugh. “I’m- I’m sure that Heaven’s medicine is still divine as ever,” they mumble with a heavy weight on the words. 

“Like nectar,” you speak softly, the memory of it faint on your tongue. 

Something brushes along your face, and you feel the pull of sleep. “Yeah,” he breathes out, “like nectar.”

-

Knocking on the door disrupts your sleep. Something gargles sounds on the other side of the door. In your mind, it’s too faint to make anything out. You hear the squeak of the door open, and through bleary eyes, you make out two tall figures. Again, they speak to you, and you nod back to sleep.

You feel the latex of gloves touch your body, knuckles the brush against the nape of your neck and hands that grab your arms, ready to still you as you tense. “We’re just changing your bandages.” You shake your head. “It’ll be quick, just stay still.” You’d rather deal with an infection than with how the doctors treat you. You recall a voice making an argument that you’re not welcomed here, that you're an angel in a land of sin. 

“No, no,” you mutter, tears staining your face and wetting the pillow. You feel the cold breeze on your back, whispering over your wounds. The stickiness of the gauze peels away from you, and you can smell the stench of it- metallic, rich and earthy. Something so sweet, and it disgusts you and the doctors. 

Their hands grip tighter onto you, holding you down and you yelp. “Stay still.” You recall many moons ago how Lute told you something similar. How her words were laced with sorrow and false bravado. These doctors, these demons, spit the words at you, and hold you down. 

Your hands claw at the mattress, your screams echoing against the wall, bouncing and ringing in your ears. Light blinds you immediately as your eyes flash open, and your head is head, pushed down onto the mattress, as curses are spit onto you. You’re in Hell. Your teeth find themselves tearing into the pillow, drool pooling into a puddle and tears slipping down.

“Just,” they grunt, and press firmly down on your back, “stay still.” You gasp for breath, kicking and digging your knees into the bed. “Please,” they beg, and you fall, your body limp and heavy on the bed. 

As quick as it started, it ends just as quick. You’re left sobbing, gasping for breath, and despite the pain, and tearing open the wound, you hug yourself, your nails scratching against the cloth. They’ve placed it far too tight for you. 

-

Only a few weeks pass when you’re finally cognitive. When your head isn’t splitting at every noise, and you can move somewhat without risking any pain or even your fear of opening the wounds back open. You stay as still as possible, and try not to do any sudden movement that would stretch your back. Lucifer has attempted to reassure you that you’re fine now, that combined with Hell’s magic and his own blessing, you should be fit to move around. Of course, you will be sore, that can only go away with time. 

“You’ll be left with scars. That can’t be helped,” he told you, his eyes focused on how your hands fist the blanket, “but you’ll be okay.” He gives you a tender smile, and you cling to it in the night.

Once you were in a proper headspace, you knew you shouldn’t have been surprised to know that it was him taking care of you. From what you can faintly recall in one of the many conversations that he’s had in the room as you recovered, he knows what it’s like to be cast out. 

However, you are surprised at how caring and patient he is. That despite you being able to do most things on your own without stumbling, he is still beside you, keeping you company and comforting you when he has to change the bandages. He hardly lets anyone else do it after you complained about doctors accidentally wrapping the bandages too tight. His gentleness is a mask for his pity, and he can never meet your eyes without looking away. 

-

You’re laid on your stomach, and your only entertainment is wondering what could be inside the bedside drawers. While moving does not cause as much discomfort as it once did, you don’t risk stretching. You sit straight, and you look at the wall, and dare not to stretch your arms. Pillows have been fluffed and placed to create a soft barrier between you and the headboard of the bed. Knuckles rap against the door in a rhythm, and you stare at the wall in front of you. You wait for a second, and with a breath, you allow for the person to enter. 

“Hello,” Lucifer calls. “I’ve brought you some fruit. I’m sure that you must have been feeling peckish.” You give no reply. “I uh- I also brought some books.” The bowl of fruit is balanced above the small stack of books. “I was thinking that I’ll get you a television or something soon. But maybe some literature would be good for you.” He rests the tower on the dresser, and grabs the bowl between his hands. 

You should reply to him. You should tell him thank you- not just for the books and the bowl of fruit, but for housing you, for caring for you. But you cannot. Not when he’s a constant reminder of where you are. 

“I was wondering if there was any type of genre that you might like.” He sounds hopeful, wanting to continue a conversation with the husk in front of him. “It would be no trouble to get them to you.” 

His smile is stretched thin, and it looks painful. All of this is painful. Your eyes flitter over to the fruit bowl, and you wonder how you’d feed yourself when stretching your arms still pulls at the scars. 

“Would you like some?” He leans towards you, and you have the mental image of being some hurt bird being nursed back to health. “I had some demons go over to Earth and get some for you. I thought you’d prefer this over the food that we have here. Since you aren’t accustomed to Hell’s food, yet.” You stay silent, and after a moment he sighs. His heels click against the floor, and the bowl is placed on your lap. “You know,” he starts, “it would help if you talked. I know what you’re going through, and you can’t- you shouldn’t isolate yourself.” When you refuse to answer, he sighs. “Well, if you need something, just let me know.”

Despite not wanting to be here, of not having any need to want to continue your existence, you have grown a strong dislike of being alone in this room. You have no idea if he’s isolating for your own safety, or for some other nefarious reason. He clasps the door knob around his hand, and twists it. You wet your lips, and you need someone to talk to. 

“Lucifer?” You croak out, and you surprise yourself with your voice. You hadn’t heard it in so long, past the screaming and the tears. He turns to you, taking a step closer, and his hand returns the door knob to its closed position. “Can you stay?” You feel sick looking at the fruit. “Please?”

With a gentle smile, he nods his head. “Of course.” He grabs a chain from the corner of the room and carries it to sit beside you. It’s a deep wooden color, intricate designs carved into the legs of the chair, and a deep red cushion that is stitched into the seat and the back. 

The silence between the two of you is broken by the crunch of the fruit. You pierce a grape with the silver tines of the fork, and your body aches with the movement to bring it up to your mouth. The sweet juice does nothing to aide in your brooding and the awkward silence. 

He’s right, and you know that. You have to try. He’s the only contact that you have. Adam always hated how you’d hide your emotions, how you rather shut the world off, and at least that hasn’t changed since your falling. You need to talk to him. You can see the attempt that Lucifer has been making in order to keep you happy, to make your time here just a bit more bearable. You suck in your lower lip, and let your tongue brush over where your teeth have grazed.

“I was promised a trial,” you start. His eyes are on you, and you see him fiddle with his tie. “They promised it would have been fair.” You frown, and shake your head, an ache heavy in your chest. “I was so hopeful that it would have been.” The fruit is bitter on your tongue and you force yourself to swallow it.

After a moment’s silence, he speaks. “Who would have been the judge?”

The apple is pierced between your teeth, the skin ripping from the flesh of the apple. It was cute with care, no hint of the core tarnishing the fruit, ripe and perfect, only to be mauled by your teeth. “Father.” You swallow the fruit. “Or perhaps one of the Virtues.” Oranges are peeled, torn apart from the other slices, the piths of white removed. “I was worried that I would have fallen, even before I was given my verdict. My-” you look at Lucifer, and you remember who he has stolen- “I feared that I would have fallen, because I didn't matter. No one questions Heaven’s beliefs, not since-” you glance at him, and he turns his head- “I was sure I would have met the same fate.” The sweetness of the strawberries make your jaw tingle and ache. “And I did.”

“I’m sorry.” You hold the fork tightly, the silver pressing into the flesh of your palms. “The fear you had must have been,” he pauses, “intense.”

There is no one better who understands, other than Lucifer himself. You nod, and let the fork ding against the glass of the bowl. “I was good. I did what was needed of me, I didn’t dare speak out of turn.” You think of how Adam would run his mouth, how every other word would be a curse, would be of anything lewd. “Perhaps I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. Not if a question were enough to have me expelled from Heaven.” 

A gloved hand reaches, and falls just before your thigh. A gold band hugs at his finger, and you’re surprised to have yet seen his wife. Feeling your stare, he turns his hand, and lets the other fingers hide the symbol of matrimony. 

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes,” he says quietly, his tone soft, and wistful. “But, if it makes you feel any better, Hell has some redeeming qualities. It’s not all pain and suffering.” You look at him, and he gives you a smile. “We have an amusement park. There’s a uh-” he scratches the back of his neck, his gaze pointed elsewhere and checks flushing- “ride modeled after me.”

The corners of your lips turn, and you narrow your eyes at him. “After you?” You ask, an elfish tinge laced into your words.

“Shaped like my head.” A finger makes a circle in front of his face.

You scoff out a laugh, and the sound surprises you. You attempt to hide the smile, but when the corners still turn upwards, you look at your lap. “You are the Avatar of Pride after all,” you tell him, the lilt faint on your words.

“It’s actually very impressive,” he points out. “A whole ride dedicated to my likeness.”

“The line for it must be awful.” The juice of the fruit is thin on your tongue. “Heaven has zoos. There’s an area where you get to feed the birds out of the palm of your hand.” You push the fork upwards with the knuckle of your index. “They hardly ever peck your palm, but when they do, we call them kisses from one of Father’s creations.”

He snorts, and shakes his head. His smile is soft, and there's a lingering sadness to it before it falls. “Down in the Wrath ring, there are livestock shows where you’ll find horse bucking and catching the flamed greased pig.” You give him a look, and he smiles. “It’s not as nice as the zoo, I’m sure, but it’s just as entertaining.” He leans back on his chair. “Sometimes I would take my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” You knew of his wife, but you hadn’t realized that they had a child. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

He winces, and nods sheepishly. “Charlie,” he tells you her name. “I think you’d like her- she’s peppy.” He gives you a tense smile, and looks away. “We don’t talk as much as we used to.”

You frown. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shakes his head, and lets out a sigh. He sits straighter, and pulls his shoulders back. “How are the bandages?” You roll your ankles, unsure what to make of the sudden shift in conversation. “They’re not too tight are they?” It’s not your place to pry, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable when he’s the one caring for you.

“No, Lucifer,” you answer. “They’re fine. Thank you.”

He nods, and you can tell he’s grown uncomfortable now. You don’t blame him. “Of course. I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable. As much as possible.” 

A silence befalls between the two of you. You bite into the fruit, and force yourself to swallow it. The nectar is sweet and makes your jaw ache. Beside you, Lucifer clears his throat, and you turn to him.He looks away, his eyes trained on the walls.

“If I may ask, I- Well you see, you know my name-” he looks at you again, and you tap your nails against the glass- “and I don’t know yours.” Your eyes widen, and you try to think back on when you might have whispered your name to him, but you can’t recall it. “I just- I was thinking since you’re here, and I’ve changed your bandages, I thought, that I should be calling you by your name.”

“My name?” You whisper, and you feel silly for keeping it close to you. For just a fraction of a second, for some far away thought to be held, that you didn’t want to share the last thing that ties you to Heaven.

“If only that’s okay. If not, we can come up with a nickname or something.”

You shake your head. You’ve kept your name to yourself, and you wonder if your pain-induced haze, if he’s ever asked you for it. You stretch your lips, and wet your tongue. “Did you ever ask for it,” you hold the words on your tongue, and they are heavy like wine, “when I was in and out?”

“Yes,” he confesses. “You wouldn’t answer.”

A name given by Heaven; whispered to you gently in the arms of Father, as sunlight shined down upon you and warmth surrounded you in your creation. It’s silly, and childish to cling to it, to hold onto it like a child holds onto their blanket, but it’s all that you have left. Everything else was stripped from you, taken and tossed aside, and you wonder if your name even holds any significance back home. 

You turn to Lucifer, and your name is heavy on your tongue, bitter like wine, and it’s your name, fitting you like a glove that will fit no other. 

Lucifer repeats your name, whispering it under his breath, tasting it between his canines and tongue, and you watch him. Chills run down your spine, and the feeling is not unpleasant. He catches your eyes, and his cheeks flush, the red spots darkening, under your gaze. He calls your name once more, louder and clearer, want held between the vowels, as if to savor your name, to savor what you’ve given to him. 

You nod, your chest aflame, as if you’ve done something scandalous. You can’t trust your voice, not when he's looking at you. Your knuckles feel as if it’s on pins, tingling and having you scratch against the bowl. 

He glances at your lap. “Are you done?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out rather quickly. 

He reaches for the bowl, grabbing it by the rim and stands from his chair. You watch in silence as he pushes the chair back, letting it block one of the drawers from the nightstand. The bowl clinks against the mahogany of the dresser, and he grabs the books, flush against his chest. 

“I hadn’t meant to leave the books so far from you,” he says, placing them on the nightstand. “They’ll be closer within your reach.” You nod, and peek over, reading the title of the first book. “I’ll be back in a few hours, if you need anything, feel free to call out. I’ll make sure to hear it.”

He walks away, his heels clicking against the floor, and you don’t want to be alone anymore. “Lucifer,” you call out, fisting the blankets in your hand. He turns around, pressing the bowl against his body, his hand wrapped tight around the doorknob, already opening it and stepping into the rest of his domain. You swallow nothing, and try not to think of anything other than gratitude.  “Thank you for everything,” you tell him, sending him a thinned smile. 

“Of course,” he calls your name in a sweet tone. “Whatever you need, just let me know.”

The door closes shut, and you let out a breath. Your hands fist at your shirt, grasping and you bite the inner corners of your lips, feeling the soft flesh of it be pierced by your teeth. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a gentle hand, since you’ve had someone be gentle with you. A hand reaches out and scratches along your bicep, pulling the skin and leaving soft arches across. 

You hadn’t realized how much you would miss Adam.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hh x reader #adam x reader #hh adam x reader #i think i should tag this one as lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hh lucifer #im not too confident in how i wrote him #i think he's a bit too posh #but he is a king #and i think after like years #he kinda of became regal #just to like hold some type of diplomatic power and be respected #later on he becomes a bit more of a wet noodle #i think he wants to like kinda of live throughout reader #and its obvs that he misses heaven and has some unresolved feelings with it and he misses his wife and daughter #so reader is a bit of a project for him but in a good way #reader is just lonely and sad #and they feel too much

[charliedawn]

Could you do one where the reader is lucifer daughter and in a relationship with Morpheus/dream

You were Lucifer's pride and joy. The only bright light in the darkness of hell. Their only heir and they prided themselves on being a caring parent.

They were devoted and selfless when it came to you, which meant they would go to unspeakable length to protect you.

They would destroy any of your enemies, and whoever dared break your heart would be spending the rest of their afterlife in the deepest and darkest hole in hell they could find.

They had already dealt with a lot of demons who hadn't understood that and were ready to die for you if circumstances called for it.

When you had announced to them that you had now a boyfriend, they took it lightly.

They thought it would be like any other problem and you would eventually come to them to get rid of the parasite..

So, they smiled and sounded as excited as you at the news of their meeting with that mysterious boyfriend of yours.

"I am more than excited to meet the lucky man/woman who succeeded in earning their way into your heart..If you like them, I am sure to do too.."

How they would come to regret bitterly those words..

They hadn't expected to see Dream of the Endless come in—out of all the creatures you could have laid your eyes upon.

They were found speechless for a moment, a rare sight in hell as not a lot of things could shook the ruler of hell.

"Pleasure to see you again, lord Lucifer."

His voice was the same soft rasp as when they had last met and Lucifer found it very difficult to restrain their anger and wipe that self-sufficient smile off his face that they knew he was holding back.

Revenge was terribly sweet for Morpheus. He could see the raging storm in Lucifer's eyes and felt immense satisfaction..Who knew he would fall in love with the daughter of the one and only Lucifer ?

Two birds with one stone, so to speak..

At the sight of your hand in his, Lucifer's eye twitched.

They immediately placed their hand on the handle of their sword, ready to strike, but one warning look from you made them reconsider.

"Parent..Meet my boyfriend. Dream of the Endless.", you announced and before Lucifer could answer, Morpheus leaned forward towards you to whisper.

"We've already met, my love..But, thank you for the introduction."

He kissed your cheek and if looks could kill, Morpheus would be a pile of ashes on the floor..

Lucifer bid their anger and forced themselves to smile when you both approached and Morpheus extended his hand towards them.

"For Y/N, I am ready to let go of the past. How about you, Morningstar ?"

Lucifer wanted to scoff. Morpheus ? Not holding a grudge ? Right..There was no way in..Well..Here.

But, you were there.

You were watching them intently and Lucifer knew better than to give in into Morpheus' obvious trap.

They wouldn't let him be the reason for your hatred.

They took his hand and shook it curtly with a false smile that took a colossal effort not to turn into a cruel sneer.

"Of course, Dream. All in the past.."

You seemed satisfied enough by their answer and from the corner of you eye, spotted you old friend Mazikeen.

You smiled and went to talk to her, eager to catch up on what you had missed during your absence from hell and leaving them both to get to know each other better.

However, the moment you were far enough, the masks fell and all politeness left their faces as Lucifer spat.

"You dare enter here and pretend to be honorable, when you trapped my daughter in your webs of lies with disrespectful impunity..My daughter is no toy or trifle to use in that rivalry game of ours. Leave her alone, or you will have to face the consequences.", they warned and their eyes spoke mountains of what those painful consequences might be.

But, Morpheus didn't flinch at the clear threat and only spoke up to respond truthfully.

"I did not choose your daughter on purpose, Morningstar. She chose me. I fell in love with her long before I was even aware of her relation to you. And no amount of loathing or threats will erase the way I feel about her."

Lucifer frowned—unable to tell if Dream was telling the truth or not.

They were about to answer when they saw you coming back to them and put a smile back on their face, hiding the venom in their words from you.

"One day, Morpheus..She will grow bored of you. And then, I will be ready. Mark my words. My hand won't shake when the time comes to detach your head from your body.."

They tightened their hold on his hand just a little and Dream stared right back at them with a small challenging smirk.

"We shall see who she gets bored of first, Light-bringer.."

And that was the only time Morpheus agreed to come willingly to hell with you.

They may tolerate each other in your presence, but do not get fooled.

They are both very possessive and unforgiving.

It would take time for the both of them to accept the fact that they were now 'family'.

You *smile at Morpheus when you are back in his realm* : "Well..I think that went well. I'm pretty sure they like you."

Morpheus *squints his eyes suspiciously at your oblivious face and wide cheerful grin* : "You heard every word, didn't you ?"

You *nod with a sly smile* : "Every. Single. Word."

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Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 2236

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and manipulation  

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/F/N: Your First Name

Y/M/N: Your Middle Name

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*Lucifer’s POV*

Someone had the audacity to steal my daughter from me when she was just a young child. I tracked her for years, but I ended up losing her trail a few years ago. It was like she never existed in the first place. Whoever took her must be powerful in order to hide her from me. This is the only reason I had a second child with a mortal. Sabrina was an amazingly powerful witch and I knew she had amazing potential. Yet I never stopped looking for my first born. I will get my daughter back.  

*Y/N’s POV*

I woke up to my alarm and groaned. Another day, another training day… I got dressed quickly and went out into the kitchen where my Dad was cooking breakfast. He turned to look at me with a smile as I took a seat at the island. 

“Morning sunshine, hungry?” He asked and I nodded. He placed a plate of food in front of me and I quickly started eating. 

“Slow down, there’s plenty of food.” He said and I slowed a bit. 

“Your Uncle will be here in a bit.” He said as he took his own seat. 

“Which one today?” I asked after I swallowed a mouth full of food. 

“Michael, you’re gonna train with him today.” He saida and I nodded. 

“When is my training gonna be over? I’ve been working every day since I was like five.” I groaned and he chuckled. 

“When we’re sure you’re ready.” He said and I rolled my eyes. That’s the answer they always give me. 

“Ready for what? I don’t even know what I’m training for!” I said, getting annoyed again. 

“Y/N, watch your tone.” He said and I groaned, pushing my plate away. 

“I’m so sick of training! Can’t I just go to school like a normal kid?” I asked and he shook his head. 

“We’ve talked about this sunshine, you can’t go to school. Instead you train with me and your Uncles.” He said and I rested my head on the counter. 

“But what am I training for?” I asked. Before Dad could answer or reather not answer again, the front door opened and in walked my Uncle. 

“Morning everyone! Who’s ready for training?” Michael asked as he walked right into our kitchen. I looked up at him and groaned. 

“Someone slept on the wrong side of the bed.” He chuckled as he grabbed a cup of coffee. 

“She’s questioning her training again.” Dad said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Maybe if you guys told me what the hell I was training for then I wouldn’t have to question it!” I said and they both narrowed their eyes at me. 

“What have we told you about using that word?” Dad asked and I sighed. 

“Sorry…” I mumbled. 

“Listen, Y/N, you just need to do what your Dad and us Uncles say and everything will be perfect.” Michael said and I rolled my eyes again. 

“Whatever, am I actually going to be able to use my powers today or is it another pretend day?” I asked. 

“It’s still too early to use your powers.” Michael answered and I groaned. 

“Dad!” I said and he sighed. 

“Just listen to your Uncle.” He said. 

“It’s getting boring using them by myself…” I mumbled. 

“What was that?” Dad asked. I looked over at them and they both looked shocked and worried. 

“You’ve been using your powers by yourself!?” Michael shouted. 

“A little…” I sheepishly answered. 

“Y/N Y/M/N Anderson! You know you’re not allowed to use your powers unless one of us gives you the okay!” Dad scolded. 

“It’s not like anyone sees me since I’ve been locked in this stupid house forever and it’s just a little bit, what’s the big deal?” I asked. 

“The big deal is that’s it’s dangerous! There’s a reason you’re not allowed to use your powers.” Dad said. 

“Then tell me the reason! Dad I’ve been lost about this stuff my whole life! You weren’t even gonna tell me that I had powers until I did some magic by accident!” I pointed out. 

“Y/N you’re Dad and us are just trying to protect you.” Michael said and I groaned. 

“I’m so tired of that excuse!” I shouted and flung my hands back. When I did I accidently shot some magic out and broke the window and a vase. 

“Y/N, calm down.” Dad said while holding his hands up in surrender. 

“No! I want to know the truth!” I shouted. I felt my eyes change, but didn’t pay an attention to it. My Dad and Uncle looked at me with wide fearful eyes. 

“Y/N you need to relax right now.” Michael said and made his sword appear. 

“I’ll calm down when you two finally tell me why I need to do all this shit!” I hissed. There was a sudden noise behind me and I looked over. There was a portal in our livingroom and someone or something was coming out of it. 

“Y/N come here now.” Dad said in the most serious tone I’ve ever heard from him. I rushed over to him and he pushed me behind him. My Dad and Uncle stepped in front of me and Michael held his sword up, ready to fight. I tried to peek around them, but they did a really good job at blocking my view. 

“You’re not welcome here, Brother.” Michael said and I furrowed my brow. My Uncles wouldn’t show up in a portal like that.

“I should have known you were the ones that took her from me.” A voice I don’t recognize said. 

“Leave, now.” Dad growled. 

“Where is she?” The voice asked. 

“Not here.” Michael answered. Who the hell were they talking about? 

“Nonsens, I can feel her power.” The voice said and I could hear a smirk. 

“You’re not welcome here.” Michael growled and held his sword closer to the person. He lent forward to threaten the person, but he revealed me behind him a bit. The person looked past my Uncle at me and his smirk grew. 

“There she is.” He said. My Dad and Uncle both glanced back at me, but I was just staring at the strange man who seemed strangely familiar to me. 

“Come here, Y/N.” The man said and my Dad placed his arm in front of me. 

“She’s not going anywhere near you.” He growled. 

“How do you know my name?” I asked and he raised a brow at me, but kept his smirk. 

“Don’t talk to him, Y/N.” Michael said, his eyes not leaving the man. 

“So she has no memory of me?” He asked and I furrowed my brow. 

“She doesn’t need any, you’re just making our jobs harder!” Dad hissed. 

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” I asked. Dad sent me a look and I mumbled an apology. 

“Have you been keeping her in the dark on everything?” The man asked with a chuckle. 

“Get out now!” Michael growled at him. 

“Tell me darling, do you know that your so called Father and Uncles are angels?” He asked and my eyes widened. 

“What?” I asked quietly. 

“You’re ruining everything, like usual!” Dad shouted. I backed away from my Dad and Uncle. Dad looked back at me and he looked worried. 

“Y/N? Sunshine? Don’t believe a word this man says.” Dad said and I looked back at him with narrowed eyes. 

“Is it true? Are you and all my Uncles angels?” I asked and he looked over at Michael. 

“Y/N, you need to listen to your Dad.” Michael said. 

“Yes, she does.” The man said and took a step forward. Michael held his sword at the mans throat, but he didn’t look bothered by my Uncle. 

“Keep your filthy mouth shut!” Michael said through clentched teeth. 

“Why? All the girl wants to know is the truth.” He said with a smirk and my head shot over to him. 

“You know the truth?” I asked. 

“Don’t talk to him, Y/N!” Dad hissed at me. 

“I should kill you right now.” Michael hissed. 

“We both know Father wouldn’t be very happy with you if that happened.” The man’s smirk grew. His gaze found mine once again. 

“You my dear are my daughter and your so called Father and Uncles stole you from me when you were only five.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“W-What?” I whispered. 

“He’s a liar, Y/N, don’t listen to a think he says.” Michael said, glaring daggers at the man. I looked over at my Dad and he looked scared. 

“I-Is it true? Are you not my Dad?” I asked. 

“Y/N I-” 

“Don’t say a word! We can fix this as soon as we get rid of him! We’ll call the others and she’ll forget all about this! We’ll move her to another location and everything will still go as planned!” Michael said and I gasped. 

“It’s true?” I asked and my Dad couldn’t even look at me. 

“It was a valiant effort, but I’ll be taking my daughter back home now.” The man said. He took a step towards me and Michael tossed him across the room. 

“Father may have my wings if I kill you, but he won’t mind if I hurt you.” He growled at the man. 

“Get her somewhere safe.” He told the man I thought was my Dad, Gabriel. 

“No!” I shouted and I felt so much power coursing through me. I looked down and my hands had swirling red and black power around them. 

“She’s so much more powerful than you ever thought.” The man said with a smirk. 

“Y/N, stop, we don’t want to hurt you.” Gabriel said to me. 

“No! I want the truth and I want it now!” I said and my voice sounded a bit distorted. Micheal and Gabriel looked at each other giving the man time to make his way next to me. 

“They stole you away from me, my darling girl, I’m here to bring you home.” The man said, touching my shoulder. 

“I want the truth!” I shouted and my power pushed everyone away from me. 

“Okay, just calm down! We’ll tell you the truth.” Gabriel said. 

“What are you talking about! We can’t-” 

“Do you want her to lose it to her powers?” Gabriel asked, cutting Michael off. Michael shut his mouth, but he didn’t look happy. 

“Just take a seat, sunshine and I’ll tell you everything.” Gabriel said, taking a seat himself. I shook my head and crossed my arms. 

“I’m staying right here.” I said and he nodded. 

“For once he’s telling the truth. Your Uncles and I-” 

“You’re not my Dad and they’re not my Uncles.” I said with narrowed eyes. 

“You’re right, but we raised you since you were a child.” He said and I rolled my eyes. So what? 

“We took you from your real Father because he’s not a good man and you’re destined to destroy him once and for all. God told us we needed to take you from him and raise you to kill him.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“You’re the strongest being we’ve seen in centuries and God knew you’d be the one to take care of Lucifer once and for all.” He finished and I took everything in. 

“Lucifer? As in…” I trailed off. 

“The Devil, yes my darling girl.” The man said and I looked at him. 

“You’re my Dad?” I asked and he gave me a smile. 

“I’ve been looking for you for years.” He said, taking a step towards me. Micheal went to stop him, but I used my magic to push him away. The man smirked at him and made his way towards me. 

“You are very powerful, dear, I can teach you how to use all of them.” He said. 

“You’ll let me use them?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Y/N please, you need to understand that he’ll use you for evil.” Gabriel said. 

“Listen to your- Listen to Gabriel.” Micheal cut himself off. 

“Why would I listen to the people that kidnapped, manipulated, and lied to me? Lucifer is the only one that’s told me the truth!” I hissed at him. Lucifer placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled my back against him. 

“You were wrong for ever thinking you could manipulate my daughter into killing me.” He said to them. 

“Y/N, please.” Gabriel begged, but I shook my head. Lucifer moved his hand and the same portal he used to come here appeared. 

“Come, darling, it’s time you return home and meet your half sister.” He said and I smiled at him. 

“I have a sister?” I asked and he nodded, offering me his hand. I took it and both angels rushed over to us. 

“Y/N stop!” They shouted, but they were too slow. Lucifer and I jumped into the portal and he quickly closed it behind us. When we stepped through we were in what looked like a throne room. 

“Welcome home, my darling daughter.” He said and I looked around in awe. 

“I still can’t remember anything though…” I said sadly. 

“Don’t worry, dear, we’ll get whatever they did to you out of your head.” He said and hugged me. I hugged him back and everything just felt right.

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[why-what-no]

Not Your Decision

Pairing: Morpheus x Morningstar!Reader

Warnings: Lucifer is NOT a good parent, sorry 🤷‍♀️

Summary: Morpheus’s lover, Lucifer’s heir, has him over for a family dinner after Lucifer tries to stop them from being with him

Requested by: @atsmlevelmax , Anonymous & Anonymous

Morpheus had no idea why he agreed to the evening's dinner. But his lover had asked him to have dinner with their parent, and he could never say no to them for long. Even when his lover's parent was the Ruler of Hell.

Even after what Lucifer had just done.

When the King of the Dreaming hadn't heard from his lover in weeks, he went searching for them in their parent's realm. (Y/N) normally lived in Hell when they weren't in the Dreaming, trying to keep their relationship with Morpheus a secret from Lucifer.

When he was there, however, he found (Y/N) in an unfortunate position. Frozen in a block of ice, unable to move until Morpheus freed them.

"Oh, Hell." They gasped as they took a deep breath, brushing themself off.

Morpheus helped (Y/N) up. "How did this happen to you?" His tone was harsh, worried.

But (Y/N) just scoffed. Lucifer had found out about their relationship with the Dream Lord and had punished them, they told Morpheus. Their parent had attempted to "ground" (Y/N) to keep them from visiting their lover.

"I'll make sure that this will never happen again." Morpheus was furious, not happy with anyone hurting his love. "I'll go to war if needed."

"That's not necessary. Although I appreciate the support, I don't think fighting will help us darling." Chuckled (Y/N), kissing Morpheus softly.

"Then what do you have in mind."

(Y/N)'s grin was mischievous as they grabbed his hand and pulled him towards Lucifer's palace.

***

As demons set the long table at the palace, (Y/N) and Morpheus waited for Lucifer to show up.

The Dream Lord could admit that his lover was definitely brave. Not many people would invite the Devil to dinner in the Devil's own palace. Especially when (Y/N) invited someone that Lucifer disliked. But they had always been like that, always ready to do whatever they chose.

(Y/N) would always joke that when they had met Morpheus, it felt like love at first sight. Morpheus felt the same, but he had taken far longer to make a move than (Y/N) did.

He didn't trust Lucifer's heir at first, they were so agressive for an Angel. So assertive. (Y/N) was the one who began to court him, and eventually he let himself trust and love them. And he never regretted that decision.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lucifer finally arrived, striding in with a look of rage on their face.

(Y/N) straightened up, a wry smile on their face. "Didn't you get my message, your Grace? We're having a family dinner... with Morpheus of course."

"You-" Lucifer's tone was a pure snarl, but they sat down anyway. Snapping their fingers to have a demon bring them a drink.

There wasn't much talking for most of the dinner. Morpheus watched (slightly uncomfortably) as (Y/N) and Lucifer silently challenged each other to start the conversation.

Finally, (Y/N) took the initiative. Never one to turn away from a fight. "So, how was your day? Mine was rather cold."

"Rather relaxing actually, less challenging without a traitor in my midsts." Lucifer's response was quick, icy with a cruel smile on their lips.

"Traitor? I don't quite know what you're talking about."

Their parent leaned forward. "You know exactly what I meant. Joining ranks with another Realm, giving up your loyalty to your own family.” They practically spat out those words, nearly trembling with rage.

“I would never.” (Y/N) slammed their hands on the table, obviously affected by those words. “My relationship with Morpheus would never lead me to betray you. I wouldn’t betray either of you.”

“You betrayed me by being with another ruler. By not heeding my words about who you should chose.”

Sitting back down, they sighed. Looking at their parent with almost… disappointment. “It is not your decision… who I love. If you cannot accept that, then I can no longer be your heir.” (Y/N) scoffed, getting up and walking towards the exit. “Let’s go, Morpheus. There appears nothing can be gained from this.”

“(Y/N)…” Lucifer called after their child as they began to leave with their lover, but didn’t know quite what to say after that.

“You may call for me after you have begun to allow me to make my own decisions. To trust me.” (Y/N) voice was firm, steady. Not not trusting themself to look at their parent. “No sooner.”

They left Hell, hand in hand with Morpheus.

It was true that (Y/N) would never betray either Lucifer or Morpheus. However, they only chose to be around those who choose (Y/N) as well. And Morpheus did, ever day.

They could only hope that their parent would choose them as well.

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[book-place]

Pumpkin Guts

Warnings: slight cursing, implied violence, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x daughter reader, Maze x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Lucifer is feeling a bit under the weather, so you have to come up with a new Halloween activity to partake in

A/N: Halloween event 🎃

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

With one final huff, you set the large pumpkins down on the table, Maze doing the same thing from beside you.

“You know,” She snapped, turning a harsh glare towards the couches, “Some help would have been nice.”

“That it would have been indeed, Maze.” Lucifer’s british voice rang out from his sprawled out form on the cushions, “I had to get up to get the remote all by myself!”

She rolled her eyes, and looked as if she was about to lunge at him when you put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from letting a fight break out, “You’re so dramatic, dad.” You said instead.

“Dramatic?” He cried in offense, “I am no such thing! I am very sick, I’ll have you know! And doing tasks that you may see as simple, are very difficult for my fragile body to handle.”

“Dad,” You sighed, “We got these pumpkins to carve so that we could actually do something on Halloween instead of just sitting on the couch and listening to your pity party. You only have a small cold, anyway.”

He crossed his arms and pouted, “It’s a very deadly cold.”

“I will throw your pumpkin off the top of this building if you don’t want to use it.” Maze hissed, narrowing her eyes threateningly.

The devil was quick to jump to his feet, “My, will you look at that! I can stand after all!”

“Okay,” You clapped your hands together, “Let’s get started.”

All of you each stood in front of your own pumpkin and picked up some of the carving tools that you and Maze had previously put out and got to work.

“You have to stab it more than that.” She ordered, demonstrating a stabbing motion for Lucifer.

“Well, excuse me for not going around and stabbing people all the time!” He threw his hands up in defeat.

“You’re literally Satan.” You deadpanned.

“Well, I’m a good Satan!” He countered.

“Here,” Maze marched over and shoved him away from his pumpkin, “Watch and learn.”

She spun the carving tool in her hand a couple times, using her other one to hold the pumpkin still, before driving it into the skin and sawing away, successfully cutting a hole in the top.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “I could have done that.”

A sarcastic grin overcame her features as she spun the tool in her hand once more before sticking it out for him to take, “Sure, you could’ve.”

You chuckled slightly from beside them, already using a different tool to scoop out the seeds.

Your fathers eyes flitted over to you, “What the bloody hell are you doing now?”

“Taking out the seeds.” You replied in a ‘duh’ tone.

He pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he warily eyed the orange vegetable in front of him, “Why can't we just make the face?” His voice came out whiny.

“Because,” Mazes teeth were gritted as she scooped out the seeds with unnecessary force, clearly getting fed up with the man, “This is how it’s done.”

“Yes, but why, though?”

“Lucifer.” She picked up the discarded knife from beside her and pointed it threateningly at him, “One more word out of your mouth and I will cut it off your face.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed her wrist before she could follow through, “Whoa! Whoa! Let’s all just calm down a little bit.”

Your father, who had his hands up in surrender nodded, deciding to be wise and not saying anything else.

Reluctantly, he picked the tool back up and began scraping out the insides, holding in his gagging and no longer complaining.

Seemingly satisfied, Maze went back to her own work and you bit down a smile, following her lead.

A little bit later, it was still silent, when a mischievous idea sparked in your head and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Stealthily, you took a handful of pumpkin guts and chucked it straight at your father before immediately snapping your head down and acting as if nothing was happening.

His head flew up and his mouth dropped open before he pointed an accusing glare at his friend.

“How dare you!” He cried, “This was a brand new shirt!”

Maze looked up, eyebrows furrowed, and sneered at him, “That wasn’t me.”

“Oh? I suppose it was the Halloween fairy then?” He mocked, placing his hands on his hips.

With both of their attentions on nothing but each other, you took another handful, this time launching it at the side of Mazes head. Hitting it dead on.

Both of their heads snapped over in your smirking direction before looking at each other once, nodding, and each picking up a handful of their own and throwing it at you.

And then war broke out.

You let out a squeal as they hit home and picked up two more handfuls, blindly throwing, which they returned.

By the time you had all finally calmed down, pumpkin guts littered the room and all three of you were covered head to toe, grinning like idiots.

“Perhaps I misjudged this activity.” The devil mused with an evil grin, “I do believe that we should do this every Halloween.”

Devils 😈- none yet

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[alexyskinnerstories]

Hope M.~ You are the Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar he created you with the help of a thousand years old Nogitsune the only way to help with creating you is also for you to become his daughter as well after they secure their deal they started to research how to make you they succeed they started to scout for the perfect woman to carry you and then they found your mother Bonnie Bennett when she found out she was pregnant she moved to Beacon Hills to get away from Mystic Falls to give you a somewhat normal life until she was needed back in Mystic Falls.

The Quadbrid

*Y/n Point of View*

My dads and I just arrived at this school for the young and gifted ( Supernatural) the headmaster of the boarding school was outside waiting for us I step out of the car and moved to the side door so Elijah and Klaus could jump out after the hit the ground they stretch out their legs and heeled beside me father was talking to the man I take leashes off dogs and pointed to the woods next to the school and speak to them in Romanian. Du-te la olita. I command and then ran off turning my attention back to the old guy I heard the headmaster telling my father that he needed to fill in some more information on me and then my full-time student here we walked into the school and some girls stop in front of me and smiled I raise an eyebrow at them and they giggled they turned to the headmaster and said

Blonde: Father who is this?

Brownhead: Is she a new student?

Headmaster: Yes Josie she is a new student and her name is Y/n Morningstar

The girls gasped and step back in freight my dads and I chuckled I was about to insure them that I mean no harm to them or anyone in the school until a beautiful strawberry blonde sped over girls stood in front of me facing the girls I looked at her check her out from behind dad came up from behind me and smacked my head I held my head in pain and he pulled us over to my father and listen to what the headmaster in the corner of my eye I could see the three girls whispering and glancing over to me.

*Hope Pov*

I was talking with the twins but they keep looking at the new kid I clear my throat to get their attention back from the new kid I don't like how they pay more attention to her than me it was rude I was talking to them and all they could do was look at her.

"Who is the new student?"I ask them with a little attitude in my voice.

That's Y/n Morningstar and that's her father "Lucifer that talking with our dad." Josie replied and looked back at them. I was about to call out for Josie's attention again when Lizzie starts speaking to me.

"Hey hope I was wondering if you could do the truth spell on them so we could know their intentions being here?" Lizzie asked hopefully, I nodded and planned to do it when we are alone with her.

They started to walk to the building when she around and whistle ( The black widow whistle just cause) and looked over to where she was looking and we could see two dogs running to the school from the woods and they ran to stand by her they continued to walk in inside the building and out of my sight.

*Lucifer Pov*

We walked into the school headmaster's office and sat down in some chairs in front of his desk and we started talking about the arrangements that Y/n will need he agreed to the conditions and asked me what kind of supernatural creature my dear daughter " Well, she is a quadbrid which means she has four Supernatural beings in her first is Witch." As I speak y/n showed her witch eyes.

Vampire

Werewolf

Nogitsune

Headmaster: Woah she'll fit in I already have a room for her in mind she will be sharing with someone somewhat like her, I nodded and motioned for Y/n to keep quiet because I know she'll object to sharing with someone but I want her to come out and make friends and hopefully find love after we had everything settled we left he walked to the quarters where the students stay he walked us three to the room she'll be sharing hopefully . We walked in to see her things in the room the headmaster left and I started to help her along with void after a while we were quite finished and we all turned as we hear the door open a young lady with red hair walked in and saw us and went into a defensive stance.

????: Why in hell are you three doing in my bedroom

I start to speak when she interrupted me and rudely speaking

????: You know whatever I don't care why you guys are here get the hell out

Y/n: Well as you see Am you're new roommate and if you don't like it all well I don't care

????: Ahh yeah no get out before I make you

Y/n: I would love to see you try to make me

The redhead shot a blue bolt-like thing at Y/n  but she deflected it with a wave of her hand and destroy at lamp beside the girl's bed

The headmaster runs into the room in front of the girl as she goes to attack again

Headmaster: No Hope she's your roommate because there weren't any other rooms available now stop this immediately

She nodded and apologized to us and went to her bed and got on her phone

I turned back to my daughter and told her I have to leave now she nodded and playful shooed me away I chuckled and kissed her head and walked out of her room as I grab void hand and dragged him out.

Y/n Pov

After my parents leave I sighed and walked over to the Hope girl and say sorry about her lap she said it was alright but I didn't believe her so I waved my hand over it while thinking of it fixing itself.

Y/n: there you go good as new again sorry about messing that up

Hope: You didn't have to do that but thanks anyways

I was about to reply when I had to settle whimpers from the closed door I quickly realized I was Elijah and Klaus and snap of my fingers and made a doggie door appear

I introduced them to Hope she was tensed up I asked her what was wrong and she told me that their names were her late Father and Uncle names I apologize for making her upset she said it was OK I nodded and walked to my side of the room and sat on my bed and read a book I made the dog's food materialize in the corner of the room and they went to go eat.After a while, it started to get dark so I got my stuff I want to take a shower that came back I'll say good night to Hope and went to sleep

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[hypnos333]

Your just like your Father

Lucifer x Daughter Reader

Synopsis: You were cast out for heaven for being trouble but that alone traumatized you and ruined you

Main story

You sat in Sera’s study room in silence your wings switch in nervousness as you smile in pride but shameful ness. “Sera I understand my situation but-”

“___ Morningstar I’m at my wits end with you and that god awful smile is not helping you case Ms.___” Sera interrupted angrily making your smile disappear instantly and you nodded in agreement.

“I totally agree Sera I think I should go clean up the whole of heaven again and-“NO! That seems like not enough and I’m really disappointed and had enough with your antics ___” Sera yelled out as you look down in shame

“I-I’m sorry Sera” you mumbled making her shake her head “No your not sorry you influence someone to kill this is much more then just Pranks and acting up ___” she said before in a quite second she held you against a wall with her hand on your neck.

“Your no Angel no your a disgrace to angels like they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the apple tree, Your just like your father. Your mother would be so disappointed and ashamed of you” Sera spit out at you making your tears roll down your cheek and your lips quivering in fear.

“___ Morningstar I banish you the hell-“No No No please Sera I won’t d-do it again I promise! I’m scared to go down by myself I-I don’t know anybody” You cried out as she pulls your 6 wings out your back.

“No No nO nO no PLEASE SERA” You cried and cried hyperventilating as she made a portal “I’m sorry kid but this is all you to blame” She bluntly said before pushing you in the exact place you’ll rather die in. Hell

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[dawnsbreaking]

She already knew the approximate shape and size of the sorrows Lucifer was attempting to drown before she found him in his office. Such was knowledge won from experience, won from several sleepless nights spent trying to convince him to open up to her. The sin of pride kept his feelings locked behind an iron door, but she’d been handed a key more than once. - lucifer obeyme has eldest daughter trauma, let's get into it

read on Ao3 pairing: Lucifer/MC (she/her) word count: 1,380

spoilers for after lesson 16!!

She already knew the approximate shape and size of the sorrows he was attempting to drown before she found him in his office. Such was knowledge won from experience, won from several sleepless nights spent trying to convince him to open up to her.

Lucifer’s sin of pride kept his feelings locked behind an iron door, but she’d been handed a key more than once.

At first, it felt like she had to convince him that her feeble human mind could handle the depth of his worries. Then there was the realization that such prejudices were a veil to hide behind, too.

Now, she’d won battles enough to face him like this—late at night, bringing with her a bottle of demonus and a warm blanket. She loved to make offerings of comfort to her favorite demon.

She didn’t knock on the door. Experience taught her that he wouldn’t answer.

There he was, when she turned the knob, at his desk, halo-ed by the light of a flickering candle behind him in the window. His hair, usually pristine, was ruffled. His jacket was removed and his shirt, with two extra buttons undone, lay unevenly across his chest.

So few beings would get to see him like this. Unkempt and unraveled.

“I knew you’d be here,” she said. “Are you cold?”

One wouldn’t think that the Devildom would get cold. But it did. Lucifer’s office especially.

He shook his head, remained silent. He didn’t protest, though, when she came to his side and laid the blanket across his shoulders.

She knew better than to push him to speak. These interactions followed a script now. She took her usual seat on his desk, legs swinging just beside him. He didn’t bat an eye at the intrusion like he had before.

Once he acclimated to her presence, he’d eventually speak freely about his troubles as if she weren’t in the room at all.

Lucifer was a troubled man. He worried constantly.

There was a certain anxiety that never went away once one had lost everything. Their home, their place in the world, their young sister.

She knew a fuzzy, intangible version of the same feeling; everything she loved was in another realm entirely. It was different, though, because she could go back. Lucifer had lost everything permanently. And he lived with that reality, for the better part, alone.

His brothers, though they’d lost the same things, couldn’t possibly understand. To them, the Celestial realm was a childhood, a distant memory. To the younger ones, it wasn’t a thought at all. Losing that had been an inevitability of growing older. Besides, they enjoyed the frivolity of life in the Devildom.

Lucifer, though, he’d enjoyed being good. He’d excelled in his previous life. In the Devildom, the eldest was always treading water.

He didn’t regret it, as painful as it was. Lucifer enjoyed being able to sacrifice for his brothers to enjoy their half-lives. He hoped they would never come to notice that anything was missing.

His pride allowed him so little room for regret, anyhow.

“Should I have told them sooner?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She waited a moment, wondering whether the question was posed rhetorically.

He looked up at her, eyes searching, prompting a response.

“I think you made the right choice,” she said, “you know what’s best for your brothers.”

A sardonic laugh pierced through her careful answer.

“Do I?”

“I think so.”

She knew that persistence was key with Lucifer. So often, he tested her allegiance by pushing her away. He’d known so many lonely years, it didn’t phase him to tempt a few thousand more.

When he remained quiet, she raised the bottle of demonus she’d brought from its place on the desk.

“I brought you this,” she said, “it was a gift from Mammon.”

Taking the bottle from her hands, Lucifer seemed to clear for a moment. He looked up, as if truly seeing her for the first time.

“This is a drink for celebrations,” he chided.

She shrugged. This was something she’d guessed but, as a stranger in a foreign realm, she was allowed to make the occasional mistake. If those mistakes gave Lucifer a reason to speak to her, so be it. He could never resist correcting someone when they were wrong.

“In my realm, we drink for all sorts of reasons.”

“I know.” He knitted his brows at her. It annoyed him when she attempted to explain human customs to him. “Why did Mammon give you this? You know it doesn’t have an effect on humans.”

Again, she shrugged. Playing innocent was so much easier than admitting that she’d asked for the bottle for just such an occasion. It had been meant for Lucifer all along.

“You were drinking before I got here.”

He barked a laugh. “Yes, wine.”

“Keep that for a celebration, then. You can say you confiscated it from me if you won’t have it as a gift.”

“Hm.” He ran a thumb along the wax seal on the neck of the bottle as his eyes glazed over with unpleasant thoughts again. She was only ever able to distract him from his racing mind for a few moments at a time.

She waited. Like the brothers were assigned representative sins, sometimes she felt that patience was her assigned representative virtue. It had been an uphill battle for all of them to accept her the way they did. Every good thing that had happened to her in the Devildom—every moment of tenderness from the brothers—had been fought for and won with saintlike forbearance.

Lucifer spoke again. “I thought I was guarding them from temptation to see Lilith. And that I was guarding Belphegor by keeping him locked away. But if I lost my brothers’ trust in the process, was it worth it?”

Silent, she considered. Though she felt it unlikely that the brothers’ trust had been lost in earnest, she knew better than to push back. Her best tact at the moment was silence. He needed an empathetic ear above anything else.

He continued, “They all hate me. All that I’ve done for them—“ He paused, took a breath. She recognized the act of checking his pride. “I thought I was being selfless, shouldering the blame. Maybe I was wrong not to trust them.”

“You did the best you could with the choices you had.” She reached down and pushed his hair back, hand lingering to hold his face. He wouldn’t look at her.

“It wasn’t enough.” He scoffed. “It’s never enough.”

Very realistically, he was right to keep the secret from his brothers. Lucifer alone was always going to be better than six unknown variables at holding a secret. This fact didn’t stop him from lamenting, however, when things became complicated.

“It’s not fair to you, the blame you’ve taken. But if no one else sees all you’ve done for your brothers, let it be me that does.”

Lucifer looked down at his desk, heaving another breath. He took the wine glass in hand and rubbed the condensation from below the rim. For all his pride, he could never take a compliment on the chin.

“Thank you,” he said, finally. “I just don’t think I can accept your kindness.”

“You don’t?” She almost laughed.

“Did you already forget that my brother almost killed you today? Because of me, you almost died.” Lucifer looked up to meet her eyes, face twisted into an almost frightening scowl.

She shook her head at him. “You aren’t responsible for Belphegor’s actions.”

“Truly,” he sneered, “humans have no sense of self-preservation.”

This was a common tactic from him. Insulting her species as a whole was easier than accepting the reality of her affections for him.

“Or, perhaps, I trust you.” She slid from his desk and deposited herself into his lap, curling her arms around his neck, both to hold herself in place and to make him look at her. “I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

He avoided her eyes. “You give me too much credit.”

“Mhm.” There was no point in arguing with him. His pride was in tact, after all. Instead, she put her faith in the fact of her body against his. It was enough that she was there. It was enough that he allowed her to stay with him.

- thank you for reading! i am plagued by thoughts about him. comments/reblogs much appreciated!!

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[washeduphazbin]

Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

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[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader

Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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"DAD'S COMING?!"

(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.

She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.

It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.

"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.

"Alastor, please-"

"He's here!"

"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.

He chuckled.

Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.

A need to make her his.

"Hopefully he doesn't-"

"Pumpkin?"

"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.

"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.

It reminded him of happier times.

Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.

"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Dad, it's my company. I made it."

And he couldn't even remember that she did that?

Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.

"Ouch."

"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"

"I've been busy, pumpkin-"

"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"

Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.

"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."

"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.

Just like her mom.

"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.

And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.

But he let her fight her own battles.

"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"

"Yes!"

He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.

"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"

"Pumpkin, I-"

"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."

But he didn't listen.

He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.

"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.

She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.

"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."

His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.

_ _ ☆ _ _

(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.

"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.

"Can you get Alasto-?"

A knock sounded at the door.

"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.

Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.

Alone.

The two of them.

Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.

"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.

"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.

"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.

"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.

"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.

"I thought you hated touch."

He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."

"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"

"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."

"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.

Someday, even all of her.

"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.

"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."

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[angelltheninth]

Bruh, if Lilith doesn't want Luci, just give him to us please!!! Can I please request for the short king himself? Like, maybe, he and reader are married (reader is Charlie's stepmom). Like, you cannot tell me this man doesn't have a daddy and breeding kink. Just watching you be so sweet and motherly to Charlie while pregnant with your next baby just makes him for feral. Thanks you!

I mean... she can share... hopefully cause a lot of people want this man.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, praise, biting, Lucifer's wings

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: The insane thirst people have for this guy... valid.

Lucifer wouldn't have picked you if he didn't feel like you would be sweet to his daughter. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, of course it was important for the two of you to get along. But he had no idea what seeing those motherly displays of yours would do for him. He was hornier then he'd been in a long time and couldn't pull out on time.

"Pregnant?!" He asked, his flames flaring up as he started at your stomach. "By... me?"

"Yes, Luci, who else would it be?" You took his hands and placed them on your stomach. "Is that okay?" Your voice was a bit quieter, more shy.

"Okay?! That's wonderful! Oh I can't wait to be a baby daddy again! And Charlie! She's gonna be so happy! I'm gonna go tell her now!" He kissed your cheek with a big 'MWAH' sound before he fell into one of his portals.

Over the next few months you've watched him go from silly, to protective, to awestruck, to downright feral over you. His current mode was feral as his tail moved behind him, his hips a blur of movement, slapping against yours, his voice deep, barely understandable over the growling and snarling.

Your hand looked for his only to be pinned next to your head, the other one pinned above your head by his tail. "No moving around too much. You're gonna wake the baby." His teeth nipped at your throat and shoulder, shushing you but increasing the frequency at which he drove his hard cock into you.

"That's not... it's not even... I'm barely showing." You argued, but forgot you were arguing with the devil himself. Lucifer's blonde hair fell over his forehead, his eyes, out of place from his usual well kept perfect look.

"So? I fucked this baby into you remember? Wonder if there's still time to put another bun in the oven?" Even with him showing this much sharp teeth, with him tearing the sheets, with him fucking another warm gooey stream of cum into you he was still as sweet as before, trying to make you laugh to balance out how rough your poor cunt has been getting it lately, "You wanna make a daddy again? Yeah? Tell me, what do you want darling?"

You couldn't pull him in with your arms so you did it with your legs, pushing against the back of his and keeping his thrusts short and deep. "I'll make you a daddy as many times as you want, Lucifer, beloved."

His free hand grabbed your hip, keeping you still for him before he collapsed against your chest, his cum dripping from your pussy, his wings falling around both of you, shaking from how hard he came. "Sent... a few feathers flying there." He should really get that under control, but after ten thousand years he doubts he will. Besides he knows you enjoy it when you see them fly, it reminds that for all the power he holds, you can reduce the King of Hell to this state.

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