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For 500, I will be posting the C!Minty Lore Drop!!! (Currently 63 away)
do u take requests? if so, i ask for angel dust with a teen fem reader who’s in a relatively similar situation as he’s in with valentino, except it’s with mammon, like fizzaroli from hb, plz!
I do take requests! Congrats you're the first on this blog! :D
Now I've never watched Helluva, yet. I keep meaning to. So I kept the concept of Mammon and Fizzaroli's relationship that I learned from my friend who HAS watched Helluva and changed Mammon to a sinner I made up on the spot. Same context still!
I hope you enjoy!! ♥
Everything to Me
Pairings: Angel Dust x Fem! Teen! Reader
Warnings: Implied Manipulation, Light Angst, Val mentioned, Mentions of Minor Injuries
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The teenager had come into the hotel, slightly frazzled to begin with but with time, she was a bright and cheerful sinner.
Angel was the one to bring it out of her, taking the kid under his wing. He…saw signs he knew all too well. It was easy for him to connect with her because of that and when (Y/N) became more comfortable, he was so happy to see the real her. It always brightened his days when he came back to the hotel to see the teen smiling genuinely now.
And for a while, he thought she was fine! It seemed like the kid had been holing herself in the hotel to escape whatever situation she was in. That was the one thing he couldn’t get the kid to talk about. She refused to talk about before the hotel, or even most things she did when out of the hotel.
It made Angel nervous when she didn’t tell him about what she was doing when out, but she always came back bright and cheerful. So, he had hoped she’d gotten herself out of the situation that brought her here in the first place.
Then a Saturday night came around.
Angel, himself, crashed on the couch in the parlor after a long day at the studio. Val had discovered a few new things he had wanted to try today and Angel just needed five minutes. Five minutes to get his head together before he tried to interact with people…
“Angel,” Charlie said above him.
He let out a breath before he opened his eyes, his smile a bit tight as he looked at Charlie, but his brow furrowed seeing Charlie’s nervous look, Vaggie just as worried behind her.
“What’s up toots?”
“We…Well, I went to go get (Y/N) for redemption activities while you were gone and she wasn’t in her room.” He was quick to sit up at that. “And we tried to call and text her to see where she was but she didn’t answer either.”
“So, you don’t know where she is?!”
“No.” Vaggie shook her head.
“Fuck, why didn’t you call me?” Angel took his phone out, dialing (Y/N). She never ignored his calls, but it just rang with no answer. “Shit! I’m going out to find her.”
“Everyone else is already out looking, we were waiting for you and seeing if she came back,” Charlie told him as they rushed to the door.
Angel didn’t know where to start, but he was going to look over the Pride Ring if he had to. Hours and hours passed, and it drove him nuts and exhausted him, but there was no sign of the teen. He had to be dragged back to the hotel when he refused to stop.
As he went back to the hotel, he gripped tightly to his arms. He’d gone everywhere he could think that the kid would go, running for hours between each place and asking around. Hell! He’d ignored calls from Val so he could keep looking. Consequences be damned, he’d find his kid.
Even though he was being dragged back to rest, he was only getting thirty minutes before he rushed back out to find the teen.
With that plan in mind, when he walked into the hotel, his worry and determination blossomed into several other emotions as he saw (Y/N) making her way up the lobby stairs.
(Y/N) stopped hearing the door open, eyes tired as her hands were tucked into her hoodie pocket, letting out one word and nothing more. “Hey.”
The exhausted pornstar could now only feel one emotion.
“Where the fuck have you been?! You weren’t answering your fucking phone! You didn’t tell anyone where you went! We’ve been all over Hell looking for your ass! And you’re just here!” Angel yelled as he came over to the teen.
“Angel-!” Charlie started.
“I just got back.” She muttered.
“You’ve been gone for a whole ass day! Without a single fucking word! What were you thinking?”
His brain slammed on the brakes when the teen teared up, looking at the ground.
“It’s-I—” She gripped the inside of her pocket. “I…I don’t know…I—”
She was fighting a sob.
Angel sighed deeply as he ran two of his hands through his hair.
“Look. We’re both exhausted.” Angel said. “We’ll talk about it later. Just…go sleep and we’ll talk.”
She nodded before rushing upstairs. Angel took a deep breath as Charlie put a hand on one of his arms.
“At least she’s here.” Charlie tried to look on the bright side.
“Yeah...” Angel mumbled. “I’m going to get some sleep.”
As exhausted as the spider sinner was, he lay in bed, eyes open as he stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t get the look of pain on (Y/N)’s face out of his mind. The more he thought about his regret for shouting, he realized how devasted the kid looked before he started yelling. Groaning into his hands, he got up and went to her room.
When he got to the door, his chest was tight when he heard sobbing inside. Taking a breath, he knocked as he opened the door slowly.
“Hey, kid.”
(Y/N) let out a shaky gasp she looked up at him as he came in, Angel freezing in the door seeing her with her hoodie off and able to fully see the bruises and scars and fresh injuries on her arms. He stepped in completely, closing the door, keeping his anger in check for whoever did this.
“Who did this?” Angel asked carefully.
“I um—I—” (Y/N) pulled her knees close to her chest, tears falling faster before she let out a shaky breath knowing there was no use lying. “T-The gang on the E-East end.”
“Why the fuck did they attack you?” Angel bristled, struggling to keep his anger in.
“…….Because I attacked them first.” She muttered.
Angel faltered at that, trying to make sense of why the honestly sweet teen attacked a gang.
“Why? What?” He looked at her confused as he went over to the bed.
She looked away, gripping onto the fabric of her pants, silent tears falling.
“Kid.” Angel sat next to her, gently putting a hand on her arm. “You can talk to me. I have no room to judge anyone.” He joked lightly, making the teen glance over at him. “I’m here for you. Just tell me what’s going on toots.”
She watched him before looking at the wall across the room. “I um…I-I was nobody in life…No one looked at me. No one saw me…Then I died and…it was happening all over again! There was no one…”
He gently rubbed her arm in comfort, frowning slightly when the teen gave a tiny, strained smile.
“Then Felix saw me. He saw me when I used my powers.”
Angel knew vaguely of (Y/N)’s powers. She was able to manipulate the ground, and even pull up part of it to use as weapons. It was pretty good shit when she was focused.
“He has such big plans! And he asked me to join him. Me. He wants to become an Overlord. And with my help, he can. He promises, he promises. When he does, I’ll be at his side and everyone will see me. I won’t be a nobody. I’ll be somebody.”
Her smile disappeared as she stared down at the bed with furrowed brows.
“We um…weget put in a lot of fights for the plans. He needs the territory to take over…This last one…I fucked up. I lost the fight and…He’s not happy with me right now and I…” She let out a quiet sob. “He got so angry with me and then you were angry and I—God I’m such a fuck up!”
She was startled as Angel took her shoulders with one set of arms and her hands with the other. Looking up at Angel, she could see a small fire in his eyes, anger that Angel knew was for this Felix brat. But, the rest of the look was calm and gentle for the teen he’d taken under his wing.
“Kid. I need you to listen to me carefully, alright?” Angel told her and she nodded slowly as Angel’s two other arms appeared, wiping away her tears. “You’re NOT a nobody. You’re somebody. You’re somebody to me, to Charlie, to Husk, to everyone in this hotel. And if anyone else thinks different, they don’t fucking matter. They ain’t worth your time. And this Felix cat, he’s the nobody. If he can’t make it without you, that should tell you how amazing you are and how shit he is. You understand me?”
Fresh tears rolled down (Y/N)’s cheeks, and Angel wiped them away immediately.
“B-But, what—”
“No what’s. Do you get me, kid?”
It took a moment but (Y/N) nodded before moving out of Angel’s hold to hug him instead. Angel held onto her tightly, sighing softly as he rubbed her back.
“You’re everything to me, kid. Don’t ever forget that.”
Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.
Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader
Warnings: None that I know of but it's Hazbin, we'll find them eventually.
This is a part one for now to test out the new writing grounds! Hope you enjoy! ♥
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Sinners couldn’t have children in Hell. It was common knowledge. So, an actual child running around hell was rare.
For a child to be there, they had to be a Hellborn or…the most rare choice, they were a sinner themselves.
There were some that took in the rare little sinners. However, there were a few that continued to wander the streets. Alone and helpless. It was how (Y/N) got into the situation they were in.
Ducking between legs and slipping through the crowd, their breath came out quickly as they looked back to see their pursuer still following, but falling behind. They needed to hide. Alleys were obvious and usually, more trouble than they were worth, inside another building was even more reckless.
Then they spotted hedges surrounding a large home. The big bushes might be dying, but it would be enough to slip into. Quickly, they slipped through the crowd, diving through the hedge to hide beyond it. On the other side, the large home stood in its glory along with a neglected garden in front of it.
Holding their breath, they watched the hedge, waiting to see if their pursuer followed but breathed with relief when a minute passed and the hedge didn’t move from any disturbance. They waited a few more minutes before they’d make their hasty escape from the land they had stumbled upon. Looking around, (Y/N) could imagine how beautiful the garden might have once been.
The pretty colors and life that would have flourished in the dark place. There was one living plant, making them wonder slightly closer in curiosity. A large tree that still stood…
“You’re trespassing.” A voice spoke behind them.
The small child, jumped, giving a small scream as they turned, clutching onto the stolen goods they had in their arms. Behind them, a man with pale white skin, red cheeks, and hair hiding under a large hat looked down at them with crossed arms.
Lucifer stared at the small sinner. Their form was one of a wolf’s, their ears currently pointed back and tail pressed close to them as they stared up at him in fear. In their arms, he spotted a few bits of food. Bread, cans of something, and…apples. He stood straighter.
“Did you take from the tree?” He growled.
“W-What?” They looked at the tree seeing it was indeed an apple tree. “No! I’m-I’m sorry sir! I-I didn’t mean to come h-here.”
He scoffed. “Then what are you doing here if not to steal?”
“I-I was hiding…” Tears welled up in their eyes and Lucifer looked confused. “I-I’m sorry, I did st-steal, but not from you…I st-stole this food from the store.”
Now Lucifer was utterly baffled. They were confessing their wrongdoings? Why weren’t they lying, they’re a sinner. He stared at their terrified form trying to figure them out. When he’d seen them from his office window, he'd confidently assumed that they were just a short adult sinner. But…
“How old are you?” He asked.
“…Eight.” They muttered.
He sighed deeply as he looked away from them. An actual child. He knew there were children, sinners, he’d just never met one during his centuries, not that he went out much to have the chance to meet one.
“Where are your parents or the people taking care of you?” He huffed.
They looked around, sputtering. “I, um-Well I—”
“Any time now.” He waved his hand.
“…I’m-I’m taking care of me.” They muttered.
He once more stood in confusion. They were on their own? But he looked them over again. Ratty, torn clothes, food they stole in their arms, on their own to begin with.
He crossed his arms again, gripping them as he stared at the small child, making them squirm in place.
“Fuck.” He swore under his breath, before walking to the house. “Come on.”
“W-What?” They sputtered.
“Come on, in the house.” He motioned to it as he looked back. “I need to find somewhere to bring you and I don’t know where to start. So come inside so I can figure it out.”
They stared in shock before quickly scampering after him. He sighed as he led them in. He wasn’t fond of sinners by any means. He hated his own subjects. But the father side of him couldn’t just leave a child out on their own to fend for themselves. He’d find somewhere to send them so he could be done with it.
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Philza plays an instrumental of the Pokémon theme song by holding his phone up to his microphone. In-game on the QSMP, both Chayanne and Tallulah are floating above their beds in the "mediation" emote.
Phil: (laughs) Chayanne and Tallulah... An unstoppable force...
He starts singing to the tune of the song as Tallulah starts jumping around the room.
Phil: They wanna be the very best, like no eggs ever were. Huevos so strong, they can't be cracked. Nobody comes even close!
The eggs are both crouch rapidly. Chayanne stays stationary and continues to crouch, while Tallulah begins jumping around and crouching rapidly again.
Phil: (loudly) They'll kill anyone in their path! With their glock nine millimeters! They have guns! They will shoot you in the face, Quackity doesn't stand a chance!
The music continues to play as he leans close to the camera and talks directly into the mic, no longer singing. In-game, Tallulah does a backflip.
Phil: That's right Quackity, I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you, Qua—Quackity, I'm talking to you directly right now. Try and fucking take these eggs, I will kill you. I will put you in the ground. And my eggs will probably kill you again, multiple times, they will spawncamp your fucking ass. Until you quit.
While he's talking, Tallulah does another backflip, and both eggs start jumping up and down in-game and crouching rapidly. Phil puts his phone down and returns to a normal distance from the camera and mic.
I'm still working on the Lost Ones chapter, but like I had this rotting in my brain so here you guys go. I don't speak Spanish so sorry for the shitty Spanish translations later in the story.
Oh, look, a QSMP fic with Little Star.
Summary: A horrible nightmare goes a little differently as another daughter of Wilbur's is there with only one life left to spare.
Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x Child! Teen! F! Reader
Warnings: DEATH!, SOME ANGST, I'm kind and it has a happy ending
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Tallulah sat on her sister’s shoulders as Phil drove the boat across the ocean. They had seen so many fascinating things and Star, herself, couldn’t help but note things down as they went.
They’d been up most of the night, Phil and Star taking shifts driving the boat as the children slept during the uninteresting downtime but Phil woke her and the children up as he saw a village in the distance. The sun was soon to be up too soon, so it would be very safe.
“All right, rules before we make landfall,” Star called out to the two. “Stay close to Phil and I. Do not wander away. You both have your armor on already but don’t forget your sword. We’ll explore fully when the sun rises.”
Both children nodded as Phil gave a nod as well to acknowledge she was right.
“All right, here we are,” Phil said, parking the boat on the shore.
Star put Tallulah down on the boat floor before climbing out with Phil. There were no mobs she could see so she helped her sister out as Phil helped her uncle. Together, the four of them walked to the village with the adult and teen in front and the children in tow behind them. As they walked, Star heard the start of a quill scratching and she turned to see who wanted to talk of the silent pair when she screamed.
Tallulah was thrown away, blood already seeping into her clothes as she lost her notebook. Phil was startled as Star pulled her sword and he quickly followed as a pair of eyes came right for them.
“Chayanne! Get behind us!” Phil shouted as he went to meet the beast. “(Y/N)! Get Tallulah!”
Star rushed to her sister’s side, keeping her cool as she pulled out a health potion, quickly pouring it over wounds to let the little girl regain sense and thought.
“You’re ok little sis.” She whispered before she heard Phil yell and a crash.
She quickly whipped her head around to see Phil struggling to get up as Chayanne was quickly running from the monster, desperately swinging at it with his sword while trying to keep her distance. Star quickly shoved another health potion into Tallulah’s hand as she stood.
“Get to Phil and give him that. I got to save Chayanne.”
With that, she ran over with sword in hand as her sister held a hand out to her to stop. When her sister didn’t see, she raced to Phil, giving him the potion as Star shouted.
“Hey, shithead! Look at me you fucking prick!” She goated as she struck something of the invisible beast.
It gave a noise as the eyes looked at her and changed victims. Phil had the potion down in a quick swig and was standing once more as Chayanne went to attack the beast when it wasn’t looking at him.
“Get to the boat!” Star shouted as she quickly moved back.
Chayanne quickly shook his head.
“GET TO THE BOAT!” She glanced at Phil. “It’s too strong! Back to sea! Get the kids! Its eyes are on me!”
Phil hated it. This was his granddaughter too but she had a strong look in her eyes. One he’d seen on Will so many times before. He trusted her.
“Tallulah! Chayanne! Boat now!” Phil ordered.
Star didn’t want to; she knew she had no chance if this thing got close. But she had to keep it away. She needed to keep everyone safe.
Tallulah hated it. Her sister was out there backing away from a deadly beast that took down Phil. But when Phil saw her hesitate while Chayanne was making a noise of protest but coming back, he picked up the young girl. She thrashed in panic but Phil ran her to the boat as he could hear the start of Star fighting, putting Tallulah in as Chayanne managed.
As he went to turn around to tell Star to start hauling ass over, his heart sank as he watched her cough up blood as something spear her. Her sword fell from her hand. She looked at him, giving a shaky smile before she was thrown away. He stood in horror and shock as he heard crying behind him.
The eyes turned to him as the still form lay on the ground now, as he could hear a familiar ping on the walkie…
He gripped his sword as his wings stood puffed but he looked back at the crying, angry, distraught children making a choice he didn’t want to.
“I’m so sorry (Y/N)…”
He jumped in the boat and floored it back. Tallulah screamed in distress, unable to speak her words but it was all very clear to Phil as his heart broke. She wanted to go back. Save her sister! She wanted to do something, anything!!
But…there was no point…Star had lost her last life…
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Wilbur was running like a madman after the news reached him. It had to be wrong. Phil must have seen wrong. He dropped everything and made his way for the QSMP land. He had to be wrong!
He stumbled as he used the magic of the teleportation pillar to land on Phil’s Island. Looking up though, he clenched his hands. Inside Phil’s home, he could see Chayanne hugging Tallulah as he was also crying; all while Phil crouched in front of the two of them trying to comfort them both.
Phil looked up as he heard the whoosh of magic, then looked at the pair, telling them he’d be right back before going to meet Wilbur.
“Will…” He started.
“This-This is all a joke? Right, Phil? Tommy’s been teaching Star shitty jokes since she was little. It’s just a shitty joke.” He tried to reason with his father.
Phil gave him a sad look as he crossed his arms. “I’m sorry Will.”
“She’s not gone! Where’s my little star!” Will shouted.
But Phil was starting to cry and Wilbur only saw his father cry a handful of times, none of them ever good. It was always when the worst had happened.
“Phil…(Y/N)…” He gripped his shirt.
Then he was startled as a force ran into his legs. He looked down and saw Tallulah hugging him tightly as she sobbed. Wilbur started to tear up as he picked her up and hugged her just as tight.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there Tallulah. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Wilbur sobbed.
Phil had an arm gently holding Chayanne, who was gripping onto his shirt. It just all felt like a nightmare, but here they were…living the worst…
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“Se fue mucho antes de tiempo. Protegiendo a la familia. Si no hubieras estado allí, las cosas habrían sido muy diferentes.” One voice spoke in empty space.
“Entonces, gracias a Dios que estaba allí. Lo haría de nuevo.” Another snapped.
“Tu hermana desea que vuelvas.”
The voices were quiet.
“Los monstruos no estaban destinados a ser tan poderosos. ¿Deseas volver?” The first voice asked.
“Por supuesto, imbécil.” The second rolled their eyes.
“Entonces, todo esto se convertirá en una pesadilla.”
The second looked over confused before everything went white.
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Star gasped awake, looking around her wildly as she lay in bed. She…was in bed at Phil’s? Tallulah was asleep across the way and Chayanne’s bed was on the same side of the room with the boy sleeping as well. Star sat there confused as she touched her chest.
The quiet in the room was ruined as the door slammed open with the sound of flailing wings. Phil stood at the door disheveled as he looked over at Star in shock; Chayanne was on the floor holding his sword in panic and Tallulah was trying to hide in fear.
“W-What happened?” Star questioned.
“You’re ok.” Phil breathed before rushing over and hugging her tightly.
Tallulah gave a cry as she ran over and jumped on her sister’s bed, hugging her tightly. Star hugged them both, thoughts running through her head. Then a nightmare it shall be…It was all a nightmare now. Now though, everyone was going to be even more careful and once Wilbur made his new mad rush back to Phil’s he wasn’t leaving for as long as he could help it.
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Translations:
Gone well before your time. Protecting family. If you had not been there, things would have been very different.
Then thank god I was there. I'd do it again.
Your sister wishes you back.
The monsters weren't meant to be so powerful. Do you wish to be back?
one fun thing about being a teacher in march 2023 is that chess is a literal epidemic among teens. we are starting to have meetings about how we can STOP teenagers from playing too much chess which is like if we were trying to figure out how to stop them from reading for fun. When i was in high school five years ago chess was nerd shit only but now it is transcending every social and language barrier and is absolutely rampant. kids aren’t on their phone texting in class anymore it’s ONLY chess.com. kids are playing chess on their phones while playing chess in real life. this is still better than tiktok because at least the kids are developing an attention span from this
the worst part of this is that they’re on chess dot com instead of getting an education. but the BEST part of this is watching high schoolers develop the weirdest goddamn strategies I’ve ever seen. One of my students invented something he calls the “evil advisor gambit” where he gets a third person to give out constant terrible advice to both teams hoping that his opponent falls for it straight-up or that his opponent thinks HE fell for it and will act accordingly thus worsening their own strategy. he has won every game he has been able to pull off a coordinated evil advisor gambit in. this is chess innovation never before seen in its 700 years on earth
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A photo of Kristin and Phil standing next to a house with a Santa statue. Kristin is holding a glass of presumably some kind of alcohol and Phil has his right arm around Kristin. Santa is holding an armful of gifts. The on-screen caption reads “I love partying with Santa”.
