Author's Note: oops? took longer than expected but dw i'm keeping the promise i made. no beta, because, i have no one to show this to. hope yall enjoy.
Word Count: 3543
Pairing: fem!reader x yandere! leon s. kennedy
Warning: dark themes, character death, violent acts
Summary: leon kidnaps you, someone is offering to fix him, you don't want him fixed.
You couldn’t remember how long it’s been since you were forced into this new life, whisked away from the world and shoved into a gilded cage.
Not having access to a calendar certainly didn’t help.
You’d tried counting the days at first, etching the numbers into your mind like a lifeline. But the tally became a burden, a reminder of a world that had stopped looking for you. Eventually, you let the calendar go.
There was no escaping.
Bolted down windows, reinforced door locks, security cameras and the list goes on.
The world outside no longer existed to you, nor you to them. The only connection now between the two was your captor, Leon Kennedy.
A name that was foreign to you not too long ago, but the man behind the name is now all that you know. Up until a few months ago, he was nothing but a stranger to you and for a while, he was your abductor.
It never failed to surprise you on how life can change so drastically in such a short amount of time. The past felt like a fever dream, unrecognisable compared to the reality he had built for you.
The kitchen was a masterpiece of marble and chrome—a beautiful, sterile stage where Leon watched you play house, every luxury a silent promise that you would never need the world outside again.. It was a catalog-perfect sanctuary, stocked with every luxury—a gilded bribe to keep you from looking at the locks on the doors.
You were holding a bowl full of batter against your waist with one hand, the other holding a whisk to lightly fold the mixture evenly. A soft tune playing from a small CD player situated on the counter before you.
Quietly losing yourself to your own thoughts as you attempted to bake a cake for tonight’s dessert, the cookbook laying open with bits of flour dusting the pages.
The heavy thud of the front door didn't even break your rhythm nor did the heavy footsteps that crept towards you; your mind buried deep in your thoughts.
Arms suddenly enveloped your figure from behind, grounding you back into reality, a face suddenly burying itself into the crook of your neck. Your hand pauses for a moment and your shoulders shudder, an involuntary reaction from his breathing against your sensitive skin.
“Wha-” You whipped around only to be met with a face full of dirty blond hair and the scent of sharp leather, musk and citrus. You choose to ignore the hint of gunpowder that follows him like a shadow.
“So what are you making tonight?” He questions, peering up from your shoulder to meet your nervous gaze.
"The almond sponge you liked," you whispered. "The one from the book you brought home."
Your hands busies themselves as you pour the ready batter into a cake tin, his eyes never leaving your face.
He hums in response, he didn't remember the book, but that didn't matter. He’d bought so many things to fill the silence of your cage that the details had begun to blur.
Anything to keep you happy and content in this house, hoping that they would distract you from the idea of leaving, hoping that you would never want to.
As you picked up the round shaped tin to make your way to the preheated oven, you attempted to move out of his firm grip by gently nudging his shoulder away from you but there was no indication of his hold loosening.
Instead, his hand grabs the unfinished dessert from you and sets it back down on the marble counter before effortlessly sweeping you up from the ground and into a bridal carry. The action earning a gasp from you.
Leon makes his way down the hallway with your body snug against his chest and turns left into a cosy looking living room. It wasn’t a surprise that he chose to sit on the leather armchair as you had quickly learnt upon your arrival that it was his favourite spot in the house.
The position you were in used to feel like a trap, but now it felt like a sanctuary. His presence was the only thing that kept the noise of the world—and the memory of the pain—at bay.
It was a feeling that you had missed desperately, to be cared for in such a way. To not worry about the pain that you are oh so used to when it comes to human contact, the scars that decorated your body serve as a painful memory.
Sure, you had witnessed the violent things that he had committed with the hand that now caressed your cheek while the other loosely wrapped around your waist.
But you realised all that he has done, he did it for you, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. Thinking to yourself as you close your eyes, leaning into the comforting warmth of his gentle touch.
The rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat soothing you like a lullaby as you succumb yourself to sleep. Exhausted from the previous sleepless nights caused by anxiety and wondering if you would once again be alone.
The ache in your chest from the life before him, now aching for an entirely different reason.
As your eyes closed and your breathing slowed, you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you.
Watching your softened face with sheer bliss that buzzed throughout his entire soul.
He had spent the week-long mission terrified that the distance would break the fragile bond he had spent months weaving between you. Seeing you now, he felt a crushing relief—you hadn't unlearned how to belong to him while he was gone.
Two months ago, you couldn’t even glance his way without breaking down into a panic attack but now look at you.
Every minute, every second of the seven excruciating days had been absolute torture for the government agent. There wasn’t a single moment spent without him thinking of you, your expressions, your voice, your scent, and how to get back to you as soon as possible.
He would have declined taking the assignment but he knew he couldn’t because of the deal he made with the man in charge. Not if he wanted this new life with you with the very helpful support from management.
From the moment he laid eyes on you in that little diner, something dormant and jagged woke inside him.
You were akin to a lit candle in the darkest of rooms, blindingly bright and impossibly fragile, a single breath away from being snuffed out.
With the world a hurricane of disasters, it only made sense for you to be tucked away and into his safe grasp.
He would weaponize everything at his disposal to ensure that not a single drop reached you.
And now here you are—burning so bright only for him to see, the warmth experienced by him alone. All of you, finally and only, for him to have.
Finally, something that made it all worth it.
Before he could continue to intoxicate himself further with your addictive presence, a single door knock broke the peaceful silence.
The soft but firm thud unsettling as he was promised that for a minimum of 48 hours, he would not be disturbed.
Unless the culprit was someone who exempted themselves from laws and regulations, a deviant who believes that they can come and go as they please.
Spotting a flash of red outside the window confirmed his suspicions.
Once upon a time, he would have been over the moon to see her. But with years of waiting, being used and paired with the countless betrayals, that version of him has long upped and left.
As gently as he could, he unreluctantly lifted your limp figure and placed you on the three seater adjacent to him. His breath hitched as you shifted, your hand searching for the warmth that was suddenly lost.
It wasn’t until he placed a knitted blanket over you did you settle back down to a peaceful slumber, only then was he able to continue breathing.
Walking towards the door, Leon’s hand lightly glossed over the gun secured to his holster before moving down and feeling the leather handle of his knife.
Feeling assured with his weapons still on him, he unlocks the door with a click and opens to reveal a familiar black haired woman, someone that shouldn’t even be in the country given her status.
“Hey.” She greeted casually with a smirk, rising up from the porch and making her way into the house, dodging around his body with the grace of a feline.
Trailing a finger along his arm as she does so.
“Didn’t invite you in.” He grunted, briskly brushing off her touch as if it were dirt, the action not unnoticed by the spy.
“Didn’t think I needed one.” Her eyes glanced around the house before setting on something, as if having found her target. The pit of unease begins to form and grow in his stomach.
Her smirk widens as she spots your innocent sleeping form on the couch, blissfully ignorant to the intruder who was a few feet away from her.
Leon’s body tenses up when she shifts her direction and takes a few steps over to you, knowing that her intentions were anything but good.
With a surge of rage and overcome by the need to keep you away from the mercenary, he rapidly reached out with one hand and clasped it around Ada’s shoulder before yanking her back violently.
Swiftly securing her in a firm chokehold, he backs them away from the living room and into the study across the hallway, pushing her up against a bookshelf hidden behind a wall so they would be out of your sight should you wake up.
“What do you want?” He gritted out, harsh eyes never leaving her still smug face, his hold on her unrelenting.
Without answering him, her eyes quickly shifted to your direction. The sudden action causes him to subconsciously look over as well, allowing her to take the opportunity to slip out of his grasp.
Waltzing over to the study table in the centre of the room, the heels of her boot clacking sharply against the polished wooden floors furthering the tension in the room.
“I missed you, it's been a while.” She smiles fondly into the distance as if reminiscing a past long gone.
Leon snorts, knowing that the only thing she missed was his service, the things that he offered like information and protection. That was all he was to her, a tool.
“You’ve been busy I see. I’m just here to find out what it is.” Changing the topic, he recognises the prodding but does nothing to show it until she brings up your name.
“Don’t fucking say her name.” He hisses out. How dare she. The name felt filthy coming from her mouth—a gutter-born mercenary breathing the same air as his porcelain secret. Someone so unworthy of even breathing the same air as you. Just like the rest of the world.
“She really has you on a tight leash huh?” Ada looks almost shocked at his hostility but does a good job at concealing it, the only indication being an ever so slight raise of her eyebrow.
“Interesting. A new kind of virus?” She muses to herself, glancing up and down at him as if he was the latest experiment. In the past, her display of interest in him would have made him gleeful but he at present thought of the action as nothing but downright disgusting.
Done with the conversation, he whips out his gun and gestures for her to leave. However, the weapon does little to intimidate a woman of her field.
“C’mon Leon, that’s no way to invite a lady to dance.” She still thinks that she has the upper hand, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation and that he is no longer the same man she last saw.
The man who was desperately searching for salvation in every crook and cranny, something that could wash away the blood on his hands and bring back the humanity in him.
Now, he finally had someone who was worth all the sacrifices. He was practically inches away from a dream that once seemed impossible and he wasn’t going to let anyone take it from him.
The safety clicked off—a small, mechanical death knell. In his eyes, the admiration Ada once held had been replaced by a cold, predatory vacuum. Her eyes widened as she registered the scene before her. Sure they may have had a few scuffles here and there but never has he ever threatened her safety the way he is doing now.
But the hollowlook in his eyes is unmistakable, the cold gaze of a man who is prepared to eliminate his target. That’s all she has been reduced to, something to get rid of.
With newfound realization sinking in, Ada does what she knows best.
Manipulate, distract and deflect.
“Leon, don’t you think this is all a little strange? Think about it.” His grip on the trigger loosens a smidge and this encourages her to continue.
“You met her and all of a sudden, your whole world revolves around her. It’s not healthy for you or her.” His eyes softened a little at the mention of you but there was clear hesitation as well.
He wanted you to be happy but surely you were happy to be here with him? You needed him.
Right?
“She needs you to be better, for the both of you. Let me help.” Slowly, she walks over and reaches a hand out to him. Her mind entirely set on disarming him and zero intentions of staying true to her promise.
In his mind, he starts to doubt all the actions that have led up to this moment. He remembers how you have fought back so aggressively back then, all the things you’ve said. He thinks of the way you stare into the distance when you believe he wasn’t looking.
Could it be because of him?
Time stood still for that moment, neither of them dared to take another breath as tensions remained high.
Determined to break through, she whispers those final words while her hand inches closer to the gun that was loosening in his grip.
“I can fix you, Leon.”
Thud.
Thump.
Blood began to spill across the wooden floor. It’s dark red dyeing the cream rug nearby as it gradually soaks up the liquid.
Leon blinks.
He stares down at the still body of the woman that he had once held so much respect and admiration for.
Now reduced to nothing but another rotting corpse before him.
His gun remained cool to his touch.
He hears a clank coming from his left and his eyes look over to the direction of the sound to see you standing with legs parted in a firm stance.
For once, it was not you that he was focused on but the item you were clutching tightly that was probably now warm to your touch. It was a simple handgun that he had once hidden in the couch for emergencies.
Not very well hidden it seems.
Your breathing is calm and your eyes coldly stare at the deceased woman in red.
Less than three minutes ago, you had woken up to the muffled voice of a woman. You hadn’t been a deep sleeper for a long time so it didn’t take much to wake you.
Especially since it was the sound of a stranger.
It had been months since your arrival to this house and you had never seen another living person since then.
Feeling anxious, you tuned into their conversation as your hand reaches between the cushions and feels for something cold and hard.
It didn’t take long for you to understand what was happening.
She was taking him away from you.
It started in the silvered lines across your ribs, the jagged reminders of a life filled with "undeserved beatings." Those old scars didn't just ache; they itched, a frantic, stinging heat that demanded you remember the pain of the world outside. Ada wasn't offering freedom; she was offering to throw you back into the hurricane that had nearly snuffed you out.
No, she couldn’t do that. Can she?
He clearly wanted you, why else would he go through all this effort to keep you locked up in this house where only he had access to you.
But if that were the case, why was he not moving? The gun was in his hands but he was making no moves to use it.
Her final words stuck something deep and primal in you as you finally grip onto the item you were searching for.
Your fingers tightened around the cold steel of the handgun. The itch intensified, a phantom fire spreading across your shoulders and down your spine, screaming at you that this woman was a threat to your sanctuary.
You didn't hesitate. The recoil jolted painfully against your joints, but your gaze remained steady. You watched the woman in red collapse—a broken doll in a dress that was suddenly the wrong shade of crimson.
You should’ve felt remorse, horror, anything of the sort.
But as Ada’s body hit the floor, the frantic itching finally subsided, replaced by the heavy, beautiful silence of the house.
It was disgusting to see her using you to manipulate him the way she did, to separate the two of you. To remove the only shield you had guarding you against the evils of the outside world.
Sure you may have felt uneased by his actions in the beginning, you were suspicious of his motives.
The world has long shown you that no one could be trusted. No one cared about anything but themselves.
Leon proved you wrong.
He helped you, saved you even.
Because of him, you never had to spend another day writhing in pain from a random undeserved beating.
Never again will you ever need to suffer at the hands of your abusers and he has made sure of that.
Permanently.
For as long as you could remember, he had been nothing but good to you.
He was the only person who made you laugh in a world that had only ever made you weep; only his hand could touch your skin without leaving bruises; his kindness was the only mercy you had ever known.
He had traded your bruises for silk. In this house, the only price for your peace of mind was your presence. He didn't ask for much—only everything you were.
You intended to spend the rest of your life with him and no one was going to stand in your way.
Seeing the woman now dead on the ground, you continue to curse at her in your head.
“He doesn’t need it.”
Leon pauses for a second and his eyes lit up.
His heart now beating several miles an hour at the revelation of your words.
Tossing his own gun away, he makes his way over to you and does the same with yours before collapsing against you, his face buried in your neck as he lets out a jagged, shuddering breath.
"I thought I would lose you," he choked out, his voice quiet and heavy with dark relief. "I thought you’d see her and... remember the world."
His fingers gently grip at your chin and direct your gaze to meet his, you don’t resist.
“I don’t want you fixed, please, don’t abandon me.” You whispered so softly, he almost missed it.
"You did it for us," he whispered, a terrifyingly beautiful smile twitching at his lips. "You stayed. You chose me."
For him, you took a life with your bare hands, blood that will now never be washed off.
He looked at you and felt a surge of predatory pride. He hadn't just kept you; he had infected you. You were no longer his victim–no—you were his accomplice.
Now, there was nowhere else in the world you could go. No one else would ever have you now
He sees the look in your eyes, ones that he sees in his own reflection when he is around you.
You were made for him and tonight’s event only solidified that belief.
The blonde is ashamed that he has ever doubted your feelings for him but at least now he knows that he has all the time in the world to make up for it.
As he held you, he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek.
He didn't look at the body on the ground.
He only looked at you, only you. His eyes wide with a dark, renewed worship. You weren't just his captive anymore. You were his justification.
In that one, violent act, you had claimed your place in his shadow. He felt a dark, renewed purpose surge through him; if this house was your cage, he would line its bars with velvet and gold until you forgot there was ever a sky beyond the ceiling.
'Good girl,' he breathed, the words vibrating against your skin.
Hi guys! Sorry its taking me so long to post anything, let alone a new chapter. I've been dealing with some things in my personal life that's kind caused me to be a little slump. For one thing I was busy finishing my last class for university (got an A for the class). Just waiting on my degree to be shipped since I did my program solely online. Also, my dog whose been in my life for 14 yrs recently passed away and it's been hard cause he was always with me and following me around - he was my little baby and it's been hard knowing he's not longer here. This also played a part in me quitting my job, though I've been planning on quitting for awhile. I've been applying and looking for other jobs, so wish me luck on that. I have an outline written for each part of the mini series, but I sort of lost motivation for Hazbin after forcing myself to constantly read fanfiction. I still love the series and fandom, but I'm honestly not as hyped or motivated as I was when I first started watching season 1. That doesn't mean I'm not going to finish LLM, it's just going to probably take a while to get parts out. With the time I have given myself to grieve and feel comfortable pretty much being by myself at home, I'm probably going to be writing part five soon - the outline is there I just need to write it out, edit, and post. I haven't given up on this series, so don't worry. Just thought I should update you all on what's been going on. Hope you all have been doing well and I hope you stick around to see how LLM ends.
Pairing(s): Seven Virtues' x reader (platonic), Charlie x reader (platonic), Lucifer x reader (platonic), Lilith x reader (platonic)
Genre: Angst/Betrayal
Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal
Notes: FINALLY! I'm sorry this took me forever to post. I was, and still am, dealing with some school stuff. Truthfully it was a little rough trying to get this one out - along with school and work, I am losing motivation to write this. It could be that I burnt myself on Hazbin after reading so many fanfics for days on end until I eventually got tired. I'm still going to be writing this either way, I'd feel bad to suddenly stop out of nowhere. Funny thing is I'll probably feel motivated again once the second season airs. Oh, well. I'll post part five when I can and am able, so please bare with me and hopefully enjoy this long part for the time being. Thank you for your support - I'm really writing this for the ones reading this series and am grateful for your patience.
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"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?".
After learning about the exterminations (Y/N) wasted no time flying to the archangels' castle - her home.
She needed to know if they knew about the exterminations, and if so. . .
No, there's no way.
The Virtues' duty were to help remain peace and order - there's no way they'd be okay with the murdering of sinners.
Still, the fear and pain she felt for Charlie and Sera's betrayal made her impulsive.
So much so, that she flew past the archangels' secretary and burst through the doors of the meeting room where they were discussing important matters.
The archangel's were shocked to see (Y/N), who had just interrupted their meeting, looking completely disheveled and breathing heavily.
This behavior would normally be unacceptable, and if it were any other seraphim or angel they would be scolded and punished depending on severity of the offense.
But this was their little (Y/N), whose never interrupted their meetings without reason (or when she was a curious infant who somehow wandered in).
Michael stood up from his seat and flew over to his distressed daughter, "(Y/n). What's the matter?".
(Y/n) struggled to catch her breath, her mind and heart racing.
Michael placed his hands on her shoulders, "Deep breathes, sweetheart. Try to calm down". He gently cooed at her trying to help her find her breath and calm her nerves.
When (Y/N) had finally caught her breath she looked up at her father staring right into his eyes, "Did you know?".
Michael furrowed his brows confused, "Know what, sweetheart?".
(Y/N) took a deep breath before looking at him with sorrowful eyes, "About the exterminations."
Michael and the other archangels' were even more confused than before, "What exterminations?".
"The exterminations of the human souls in Hell."
The archangels' eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Michael looked down at his daughter with slight sternness, "What do you mean?".
(Y/N) went on to tell them all about what had happened at the trial from Charlie's hotel, Angel Dust, Sera's betrayal, to Adam's threat towards her cousin.
To say the archangels' were pissed would be a gross understatement.
How dare Sera and Adam play God and order such an atrocity right under their noses - and for it to be going on this long!
They were embarrassed to have been so ignorant.
Michael felt very uneasy about (Y/N)'s interaction with the Princess of Hell.
Yes, he had been aware his brother had birthed a child in Hell and hadn't seen an issue of (Y/n) of knowing as he was confident the two would never meet.
Well, that back fired horribly.
He couldn't discuss that with (Y/N) right now because, other than letting curiosity get the better of her once again, she hadn't done anything wrong.
She was clearly out of sorts with worry. She didn't need anything else but reassurance and comfort.
"Thank you for telling us. Don't worry, we'll be sure to handle this," Michael said trying to comfort his daughter.
"B-But, Charlie," (Y/N)'s breathing spiked, "A-Adam threatened t-to, to!". Tears flowed down to her red cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.
Michael gently shushed her wiping her tears, "Calm down, sweetie. We'll handle everything, especially Adam. Just go to your room and try to relax. I'll tell the staff to get you some tea."
(Y/N) shook her head, "B-But I need to help Charlie. I-I need to do something -,"
"No." Michael's tone was stern but gentle. "This is for the higher ranking angels to handle and you're too emotional right now to think clearly. Let us take care of this."
"Listen to your father, (N/N)." Azrael said his grin more menacing than usual. "And don't fret over Adam, we'll make sure to deal with him personally."
The other archangels' agreed without question. Adam wouldn't get away with making their precious niece cry.
(Y/N) realized her father was right, she was too emotional right now.
She was in no condition to deal with this as she was.
After saying goodbye to her family, (Y/N) went to her room to try and calm down.
Feeling completely exhausted and emotionally drained, (Y/N) passed out the second her head hit her pillow.
The next day (Y/N) woke up later than usual and saw a note on her beside table.
It was from her father telling her not to worry about her duties that day and to just rest.
(Y/N) was grateful to her father, but she was so restless about the trial and the upcoming extermination.
She got ready for the day and went down into the courts archives.
Maybe there was something she could use in the courts records to help Charlie.
Since she was a stenographer, a seraphim, and Michael's daughter no one questioned her being there.
In fact, many of the simps angels there were more than happy to help her.
(Y/N) declined most of their help, not wanting to garner unnecessary attention to what she was looking for or why.
She continued doing this for days making sure to cover her tracks so her father and uncles didn't catch wind of her little excursions.
Which was why most of them were in the dead of night.
She hadn't heard a word of what her father or uncles' were going to do about the exterminations.
But the times she's seen Adam and Lute, the two were still their cocky and douchey selves.
So, she knew the extermination was still on.
Why?
Why haven't the archangels' done anything yet?
What were they waiting for?
A small part of her wondered if they ended up agreeing with Sera and Adam and wanted to keep the exterminations on, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside.
The archangels' duty was to follow the laws of Heaven, and the exterminations clearly went against that.
There's no way they'd be okay with keeping it going.
Still. . . they weren't working fast enough.
The month was almost over.
So, she continued researching wanting to find anything that would prove Sera and Adam wrong about Hell and prove Charlie's hotel worked or could work.
One night while everyone had turned in, (Y/N) snuck into the ancient archives - court records that dated over billions of years ago.
Maybe there was something in the older court records she could use.
She spent hours going through file after file, pulling out possible references to use, and making piles based on the dates.
The long hours started to get to her, the bags under her eyes more prominent with each passing minute.
Without realizing, her eyes lids shut and she slowly drifted to the side accidently knocking over a large pile she hadn't checked yet.
*THUD*
The sound of the falling files scared her awake.
"Oh shit!"
(Y/N) rubbed her eyes awake before going over to the scattered files. She really hoped no one had heard that thud.
As she was gathering all of the loose documents, there was one file folder that caught her eye. Labeled on the tab was 'Morningstar vs Heaven'.
Morningstar? That was Charlie's last name but this file was in one of the older court piles meaning this file was about -
"Lucifer. . .".
She's never read her uncle's trial record before. . . but if he was anything like Charlie then maybe there was something in those documents that could help her prove her cousin's dreams and beliefs.
After all, it was because of Lucifer's desire and dreams to show humanity free will that gifted humans the ability to dream and choose to be better.
She knew her father would frown at her view on Lucifer, but she had always thought there might have been some merit behind her uncle's choices.
She started to collect the documents, sometimes glancing over certain parts that caught her attention. However, as she was going through the files she saw something in one of the documents that she had never expected to see.
"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?". (Y/N) bit her lip deciding if she should look through it or not.
In the end she decided to go through with it and read the document. It was probably nothing, just her mind playing tricks on her. She had been up for hours, after all.
However, the moment her eyes scanned through each line her heart dropped into her stomach.
Sera: Take the child.Court angels: (takes the infant (Y/N) Morningstar from the arms of her parents, Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith)
"P-Parents?".
The rest of the documents recounted Lucifer and Lilith's guilty verdict, their sentencing to Hell, and the courts final proceedings.
(Y/N) wanted to refuse everything she had read, wanting to call it all lies.
But stenographers, especially in Heaven, cannot lie when recording. The magic imbedded within the typewriter wouldn't allow it.
Still, it just couldn't be true. . . Maybe this was another (Y/N), one she's never met. There was no way it was talking about her.
However, before (Y/N) could attempt to convince herself even more she noticed one final document lying on the floor. She recognized what kind of document it was immediately.
It was a Heavenly Ordinance.
She slowly reached for the golden paper and started to read it.
"By Heavenly decree, it is now ordered that all residents, and new ones to come, are forbidden from tempting humanity or breaking Heaven's rules. All residents must obey and turn from all misguided thoughts, dreams, and or endeavors. All violators will receive punishment. It is also ordered that the Heavenborn seraphim, (Y/N) Morningstar, is now under the care of the Seven Virtues; specifically Archangel Michael Demiugros. The infant's name will be changed to (Y/N) Demiugros. The child will have no connection to Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith, and will be told Michael Demiugros is her father/parent who crafted her from stardust. All Heavenly residents aware of the child's true lineage are forbidden from speaking on the matter. All violators will be punished severely."
(Y/N) felt like she couldn't breath.
Her hands were shaking, her heart pounding in her chest.
Oh, God.
She wanted to deny it and believe all of this was some sick prank.
But even she knew no one in Heaven would dare fake writing a Heavenly Ordinance, let alone play such a cruel prank or joke.
Besides, the Heavenly Seal at the bottom of the document was proof of its authenticity.
Heaven would never allow a fake to be placed with the court records.
It took a while for her to calm down.
Looking at the clock mounted on the wall, she saw how late it was.
The court angels who had the early morning shift would be here in two hours.
Wiping the tears that had gathered in her eyes, she used her magic to help clean up her mess and put all of the documents back into their original places - except for one.
When she started to put Lucifer's file away, she stared at the ordinance.
She paused for a moment before folding it up and shoving it into her pocket.
After everything was put away (Y/N) went back to her room with her mind buzzing and heart racing.
She woke up five hours later to the sound of her alarm.
She felt absolutely exhausted.
At first she thought it had all been a dream, a really bad dream.
But when she checked her pockets and pulled out the folded up golden paper, she knew it wasn't.
She was heartbroken.
The feeling of betrayal and hurt plaguing her soul.
Why?
Why did they lie to her?
Why did they do all of this?
Now everything made sense.
Why she was so restricted from practically everything.
Why everyone in her family kept her so close and away from any of the higher seraphim duties.
Why she really looked like Lilith. . .
To top it all off, the person she had believed to be her father this whole time was actually her uncle.
She truly didn't know how to feel, and she wondered if Charlie knew.
Probably not given how shocked the Hellborn had been to hear she had a 'cousin'.
Though, now she knew why she felt such a strong connection to Charlie.
They were sisters.
And if Charlie hadn't known about her, she doubted Lucifer or Lilith did.
She wondered what else Heaven has lied to her about.
. . . Did they even love her?
If she really was the spawn of the ones who damned humanity, did they only keep her for their own benefit?
Have they actually hated her this entire time?
These thoughts brought tears to her eyes.
The rest of the day as she continued on with her duties, she thought back to her family and her newly discovered ones.
Whenever she interacted with her family in Heaven, she did her best to keep up appearances.
There was no way to tell what would happen if they found out what she knew.
So, she decided to bite her tongue.
No matter how much she wanted to scream and cry.
She wondered if they were even going to do anything about the exterminations.
She was starting to doubt it since she hadn't heard anything new; though, would they even tell her?
And Adam and Lute were as smug as ever.
That made her angelic blood boil.
Did they really hate Lucifer, Charlie, her, and sinners so much that they would allow this atrocity to continue?
Even though it went against everything Heaven stood for?!
No.
(Y/N) wouldn't stand for this.
If she was going to help Charlie, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Luckily, Michael and her other uncles' taught her basic combat.
Hopefully that would at least help her fed off a few exorcists.
The next few days leading up to the extermination, (Y/N) secretly stole some angelic armor and weapons.
She eavesdropped on Adam and Lute trying to find out their plans and the exact time of the extermination.
She even continued to gather information for Charlie to help prove her hotel could work.
She acted as she usually did in front of others to avoid suspicion.
She planned to sneak out the night before the extermination to help Charlie and her hotel prepare for the fight.
She was a little nervous about seeing her newly discovered sister, and possibly her biological father, but she knew she would have to suck it up and wait until after the battle was over.
The morning before the extermination, (Y/N) felt more than prepared - she had everything she needed before tonight.
Everything was going according to plan.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Michael asked the court angel who seemed to be a bit out of sorts.
"W-Well, sir, there seems to be a document missing from one of the court records".
Michael rose a brow, "Okay? Which records?".
"U-Um. . . one of the ancient records, sir."
'Ancient records?'
Michael's brows furrowed - why would a document be missing from one of the oldest records in Heaven? Hardly anyone uses or reads them. They're mainly there as historical records now.
"Strange. . . Which record was it then?"
The court angel gulped, "U-Um. . , i-it-"
Michael glared slightly annoyed, "Just say it!"
"I-It was from Lucifer Morningstar's, s-sir!"
Michael's eyes widened, "Lucifer's?"
"Y-Yes, sir. We noticed some of the court records had been a little out of place the past couple of days, but thought nothing of it as everything was neatly put back. But this morning one of the court angel's found a feather between Lucifer's record, and when they opened it they saw one of the documents inside was missing."
Michael frowned, "Which document?"
". . . The Heavenly Ordinance, sir."
'The Heavenly Ordinance? Why. . . Why would anyone take that?'
"This was the feather that was found inside the court record."
The court angel presented Michael a singular feather. It was beautiful and the design looked very familiar -
Michael's breath hitched as he looked closely at the feather. He snatched the feather out of the court angel's hand looking at it even closer.
'No, no, no - it can't be!'
Without another word Michael flew out of the room leaving very confused and concerned court angels'.
'There's no way! She cannot possibly know!'
Lost in his own frantic thoughts, Michael failed to notice a certain archangel in his path, and proceeded to crash right into him.
"Woah, Michael! What's the rush?" Azrael asked wincing from the impact.
Michael looked at his brother, fear in his eyes, "Azrael. I-It's terrible. . . (Y-Y/N). . . S-She-"
"(Y/N)? Did something happen to her?" Azrael asked worried. He's never been his brother so distressed before.
"S-She. . . She knows."
Azrael furrowed his brows, "'Knows?' Knows, what?"
"About Lucifer. . . the truth about Lucifer and Lilith."
Michael proceeded to tell Azrael the events that happened taken place in the courts archives.
"That's strange," Azrael hummed. "Just as strange as the report I just got that some angelic armor and weapons are missing."
Azrael saw Michael's expression morph into one of absolute horror and waved his hands trying to dismiss his brother's thoughts, "But it could all just be a coincidence!".
Placing his hands onto Michael's shoulders, Azrael looked into his eyes, "Michael. You know (Y/N). As curious as she is, she's not reckless or stupid. She knows her place in Heaven and wouldn't dare ruin that. Have more faith - after all, you are the one who raised her."
Michael calmed his nerves as he listened to his brother's advice. He's right. (Y/N) was raised right and she would never do something that would jeopardize her place in Heaven. Someone else had to have misplaced the document, armor, and weapons.
. . . Still. . .
He couldn't shake off the ugly feeling in his gut.
Hours had passed and it was now late into the night.
To everyone around her (Y/N) was her normal graceful, polite, and dutiful self.
Almost like she hadn't been stressed out the entire month worrying for her cousin, who she recently discovered was actually her sister, and finding out her entire life has been a total lie.
She really played the part of the obedient seraphim quite well.
But right now, she was anything but.
Right now she was the sleep deprived heartbroken, scorned girl who no longer knew who she was or who she could trust here.
But, she was going to find out.
While the rest of the castle was asleep, (Y/N) changed from her night gown into light but durable angelic armor.
She wore her long blonde hair in a high ponytail and carried a long angelic spear on her back (along with a few angelic daggers and a whip on her hips).
Once ready, she quietly unlocked her balcony door trying to make as little noise as possible.
She could feel her nerves shake.
She's never been in a real fight before.
She knew what she was doing was dangerous; and if found out, could lead her into a world of trouble.
Looking back behind her she glanced over her room.
Her eyes landing on a picture frame found sitting on her vanity.
It had a photo of when she was little.
In it she was hugging Michael with her favorite duck plushie in her arms.
They both had such big smiles.
Sadness filled her heart as tears pricked her eyes.
Had it all been a lie?
Well. . . either way, she would find out later.
Charlie needed her right now.
She smiled sadly at the duck plushie laying in her bed silently wishing for luck.
Steeling her nerves, (Y/N) internally prepared herself for the battle ahead.
What she wasn't prepared for was to come face to face with Michael the moment she turned around.
Hii! Just wanted to ask if your planning to update/continue the mini series (?) long lost morningstar? No pressure though! Sorry if it came out like that its just im so invested- love your work btw 💗
I've been writing the fourth part, but it's been a little hard. Most of my time has been in this class I'm taking and it's been stressing me out 😭. Idk when I'll be able to finish it or get it out but don't worry I haven't forgotten this story. Thank you for your support and I'll be sure to tag you once I've managed to post the next part. Just message me your user.
Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Emily x reader (platonic), Sera x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Betrayal
Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal
Notes: This is the third installment of LLM. This part will be shorter than part 2 and will finally go over the trial and (Y/N)'s reaction the extermination. I'm going to be honest, I'm dropping my other hazbin mini series. This is only until I can find the time and motivation to write it. I'm really busy with school and work, and lately my obsession with Hazbin has started to die down. I still love the series and fandom, but that's just something that happens to me from time to time when I watch a new series or get into a fandom. It comes and it goes, and I've been reading a lot of hazbin stuff but now it's starting to feel like an obligation I've set for myself and it makes reading less fun and more like a chore. I have no doubt my obsession will come back when the 2nd season comes out. This happens will all the fandoms I am apart of - like right now, I'm obsessing over Avatar the last airbender again after rewatching the series (not the live action). Don't worry, I'll continue this series as I don't want this to end up unfinished. I have the outline pretty much written, but it will take time to finish - so, please, bare with me.
As the time of the trial drew closer, there seemed to be a few hiccups on Heaven's side of things.
The angel who was supposed to be the trial's stenographer got a nasty cold and all the replacements had their own responsibilities to attend to. The only angel available just so happened to be (Y/N) herself.
When one of the court angels asked (Y/N) if she could do it, she didn't hesitate to accept.
Now she had the perfect excuse to watch Charlie's trial without having to sneak in!
Imagine Sera's surprise and horror when she saw (Y/N) sitting at the stenographer's desk.
"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Where's Angela?" Sera asked. She was a bit panicked, but did her best to hide it. (Y/N) smiled politely at the higher seraphim, clearly oblivious to Sera's rigid demeanor. "She got a pretty bad cold last minute and all of the other replacements were busy today; and since I was the only one who was available - here I am!".
Sera gave her an uneasy smile, "I see. Thank you for your help today, it's much appreciated". This was the last thing she wanted. The resemblance between (Y/N) and the Princess of Hell was very difficult to ignore and could raise questions if it wasn't for the stardust story Heaven fed everyone.
Sera had wanted to keep (Y/N) away from the trial in hopes of avoiding any contact between her and Charlie. She didn't want (Y/N) to accidently discover the truth about her lineage.
Sera loved (Y/N) like a daughter.
When (Y/N) was younger Michael would sometimes have Sera babysit while he attended to his more serious duties.
She practically helped raise her and she refused to let some misguided demon princess and her partner ruin that.
Unfortunately, the court needed a stenographer.
With no one else available, she was left with no other option.
Sera thanked (Y/N) for her hard work and for stepping in.
She gave the girl a gentle forehead kiss before leaving her to prepare for the trial.
It was only for today and once this pointless trial was over everything would go back to the way it was.
And (Y/N) would be none the wiser and away from that misguided influence.
However, things weren't as perfect as Sera had hoped for.
The moment Charlie and Vaggie entered the courtroom and saw (Y/N) sitting at the stenographer's desk, the two cousins eagerly waved at each other.
Sera's eyes widened in horror. No. This wasn't supposed to happen - it was the worse case scenario.
When did those two meet?!
She sighed in frustration already knowing that (Y/N) must have sought the girl out herself.
Dammit Emily.
(Y/N)'s curiosity was her biggest flaw and was going to end up getting her into serious trouble if not handled properly.
Sera quickly composed herself. No point in losing herself and catching any unnecessary attention.
She still had a trial to run and then she'll have a talk with (Y/N) later.
Now, (Y/N) was nice to just about everyone. She could get along with just about anyone she's ever met. But there was one person, or rather two, she just couldn't stand.
Adam and his little crony Lute.
These two irritated her to no ends with how high and mighty they acted. How either of them managed to stay in Heaven was beyond her.
Her father just told her to bare it, despite him also disliking the two of them - especially that narcissistic douchebag Adam.
(Y/N) did her best to hide her grimace whenever Adam spoke during the trial.
As the trial went on (Y/N) felt a little nervous when Charlie was shut down from making anymore definition references. She could see how nervous her poor cousin was getting.
When Charlie looked over at her, (Y/N) made sure to give her a small smile and mouthed, "You've got this".
This managed to help calm Charlie's nerves enough for her to regain her composure. Charlie got a little more confident when presenting Angel Dust, the hotel's first patron.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes when Adam spoke up again trying to discredit her cousin.
"Well if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into Heaven?".
Charlie's question stumped more than just Adam. (Y/N) had to take a moment to think - how does someone get into Heaven?
Being Heaven-born (Y/N)'s never had to be on the other end with humans who had to earn their place in paradise. And if someone as crude and vile as Adam can get into Heaven then what did it take for others, especially the damned who didn't deserve Hell - like children, for example.
Adam quickly wrote on a piece of paper before giving it to Vaggie to read aloud.
"'Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man?' - are you fucking serious?".
"Uh, yeah. Sure got me here, didn't it? Right, Sera?".
(Y/N) raised a brow. That's all it took to get someone into Heaven?
Charlie tried to argue Angel was doing all of those things, to which the court decided to observe Angel through the courtroom's orb. At first, things weren't looking good for Charlie when Angel gave into peer pressure.
(Y/N) bit her lip, silently hoping this would somehow take a turn for the better. She really wanted Charlie to show her hotel worked and for Adam to eat his words.
Luckily, things did start looking up when Angel took care of his friend, Nifty, and defended her from that awful moth demon.
"Then why isn't he here, huh?".
(Y/N) paused her typing - why isn't he here?
This started a whole argument at the unfairness of it all. How even those in Hell could be redeemed if only given the chance. (Y/N) and Emily saw the change in Angel and how he did everything on Adam's list.
"A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month".
. . . Wait what?
(Y/N) furrowed her brows in confusion. One month? What was he talking about?
"Gotta say I can't wait to-"
"Adam".
(Y/N) looked up at Sera, did she know what he was talking about? What the hell was going on?!
"Come down and exterminate you".
. . . WHAT?!
(Y/N) and Emily looked horrified at the shocking news.
"Wait!".
"Shit!".
(Y/N) and Emily fly over to Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, and Lute looking sadly at the orb showing the residents in Hell being mercilessly killed by the exorcists.
"What are you saying?"
"Let me get this straight".
"You go down there and kill those poor souls?".
"You didn't know?".
Charlie was shocked to hear that not all of Heaven knew about the exterminations. She was relieved to hear that her cousin didn't know and that she seemed to be against it.
"Whoops!".
"Guess the cat's outta the bag!".
"What's the big deal?".
(Y/N) and Emily turned and looked up at Sera.
"Sera tell us that you didn't know".
"I thought since I'm older, it's my load to shoulder".
"No".
"You have to listen, it was such a hard decision".
Sera flew down from her seat.
"I wanted to save you".
She took (Y/N) and Emily's hand in her own.
"The anguish it takes to, do what was required".
The hellfire reflecting in Sera's eyes unnerved (Y/N) and Emily - almost like she enjoyed the suffering and senseless murder of the sinners in Hell.
The two glared at Sera.
"To think that we admired you".
They tore their hands from hers and flew back away from her.
"Well, we don't need your condescension! We're not children to protect! Was talk of virtue just pretention? Were we too naive to expect you, to head the morals you're purveying?".
The two flew back down in front of the orb.
"That's what the fuck I've been saying!".
Charlie walked over to the two angel's grabbing their hands.
(Y/N), Charlie, and Emily moved up and stood on top of the orb showing the exorcists killing sinners.
"If Hell is forever, than Heaven must be a lie!".
"Emily! (Y/N)!".
"If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!".
The three jumped down and stood before Sera.
"The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!".
Things only continued getting worse with Charlie finding out Vaggie was an angel and an ex-exorcist, Sera's final ruling of no evidence of sinners being able to be redeemed, and Adam's threat of coming to their hotel first.
"Charlie, it will be okay! I'll find a way to help you - I promise!" (Y/N) called out before Charlie and Vaggie were forced to back to Hell.
After Sera had finished talking to Emily, she went after (Y/N) who had already left the courtroom.
"(Y/N)! Wait, please!" Sera begged grabbing (Y/N) by her wrist. "Please, let me explain!".
(Y/N) turned her head and glared at Sera with such intensity it sent shivers down the High Seraphim's spine. She's never seen (Y/N) look at her like that before.
It broke her heart to see the girl she's helped raise and thought of as a surrogate daughter look at her with such anger and disgust.
"Explain what, Sera?! That you've been here playing God and allowing the murder of sinners! They're already in Hell, what more could you possibly want?! They don't deserve this!" (Y/N) yanked her wrist from Sera's hold and flew away.
She couldn't believe this had been going on and she never even knew! Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her poor cousin. She knew needed to do something to help Charlie.
But first, she needed to see whether or not her father and the other archangels knew about this all along.
Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): minor cursing.
Notes: This is the second installment of LLM. This one will be going more in depth in (Y/N)'s life in Heaven and her relationship with Michael and Charlie. I will also be working on another Hazbin mini series (the one I mentioned in my last post) so part three will take a little longer - so, please, bare with me.
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"This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos".
(Y/N) Demiugros have lived in Heaven her entire life among the archangels, seraphims, and winners (human souls who ascended into Heaven after they died).
She, herself, was a seraphim - one with very large and beautiful wings; six in total.
Her father, Michael, was one of Heaven's archangel's and one of the Seven Virtues. He was the one who had created her from stardust.
At least, those were the stories she's been told her whole life.
Though, it was strange. . .
Her father had crafted her in his likeness and yet the two couldn't be more different.
Not to say Michael was a complete stiff or was lacking any sense of humor - in fact, all of the archangels had their own strange quirks. (Y/N) loved being around them and often shared their humor.
The problem here was. . . her curiosity.
She was a naturally curious being and would often dream of things most of Heaven would frown upon - like six-winged ducks.
As a child her curiosity would sometimes get the better of her and she would try to venture beyond the archangel's castle (where she lived with Michael and the other archangels).
Of course, Michael was always there to stop her from wandering too far.
It became evident that (Y/N)'s curiosity and wonderous spirit would only get worse if he didn't stop it right there and then.
He didn't want her to end up like her real parents.
What (Y/N) didn't know was that almost everything she has ever known was a complete lie.
Or that Michael was not her real father/parent.
That title rightfully belonged to Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.
But, of course, no one who knew ever planned on telling her; so, instead they twisted the truth.
Michael told her all about what Lucifer and Lilith had done and how the two brought evil into humanity. An act that got them a one-way dropped elevator ride straight to Hell.
Obviously leaving out the part where Lucifer and Lilith were her real parents, and instead told her they were her estranged uncle and aunt.
He had hoped telling her this would stifle her growing curiosity and wandering enough to keep her out of trouble and from ending up exactly where his twin brother and his lover had all those years ago.
It also helped that ever since Lucifer and Lilith's trial, Heaven has been cracking down on teaching their residents obedience and the consequences of straying too far.
And for a long time it worked.
(Y/N) was one of Heaven's top students and a role model seraphim to all angels alike.
On the outside she was grace, obedience, and perfection personified - just as she was taught and just as Heaven wanted.
But on the inside, she was still that curious and wonderous spirit who would secretly write her dreams in a private journal she had to hide away in a pocket dimension with her magic.
(Y/N) yearned to venture outside of Heaven and explore all the different realms to see what they had to offer. Like the ones she's read from the books in Heaven's restricted section that she may or may not break into in the dead of night (she's a sneaky little sneaker :P).
Tales of archons, unique planets, and realms with distorted human desires would fill her head - her heart yearning to one day travel to those places herself.
But for now, her life was in Heaven as a role model seraphim whose curiosity and wandering was kept in check.
. . . Until she caught wind of the Princess of Hell's meeting by her fellow seraphim, Emily, during their weekly hangout.
(Y/N) was aware Lucifer and Lilith had a child born in Hell, but she never expected her demon cousin would ever be granted permission to enter Heaven.
She couldn't help but wonder what her cousin wanted with Heaven.
Whatever it was, it was big enough to warrant a whole trial with the Head Seraphim, Sera.
Oh, no - there goes her curiosity.
(Y/N) knew her father would frown upon her interacting with the daughter of the ones who damned humanity. . . but she couldn't help it! She really wanted to meet her cousin and see what she was like.
Maybe people in Hell weren't as bad as Heaven made them out to be.
Luckily for her, Emily was quite the chatterbox and told her all about how she and Sera were going to give a tour to the Princess of Hell and her partner, the hotel they were staying at, and the exact room number.
Before she went on her way, (Y/N) managed to get one of her doting simps friends to cover for her and her duties to avoid raising suspicion.
When Emily and Sera had finished talking to Heaven's demon guests and brought them to their hotel room, (Y/N) was hidden away in the hallway waiting until they left.
As soon as she was sure Sera and Emily were gone, (Y/N) quickly rushed to the door.
She silently psyched herself up before knocking.
Charlie and Vaggie, who were skeptical to hear a knock so fast, hesitantly opened the door.
"Uh. . . Hello?".
When Charlie opened the door she definitely wasn't expecting to see a very tall angel with long blonde hair, purple eyes, red cheek circle's, and a big smile on her pale face standing outside. For a moment Charlie could have sworn she was almost looking at her mother.
"Hello! You must be Charlie and Vaggie! Emily's told me all about you - well, the only things that she knew before meeting you. Haven't had the chance to ask her about you after meeting you, but since I'm here now I might as well as you yourselves!".
(Y/N) snapped out of her trailing thoughts and rambling, "Oh, shit! My bad! I got a little carried away and forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. My name is (Y/N). I'm a seraphim. It's so nice to finally meet you!"
Charlie and Vaggie had to recover from the whiplash of the seraphim's personality and onslaught of words. Not wanting to offend her and mess up her chance before the trial, Charlie invited (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) eagerly accepted and walked into the room admiring it - she's never been in a hotel before.
"So. . . why are you here?" Vaggie asked rather rudely suspicious of why a random seraphim would go out of their way to talk to people from Hell. "Vaggie!" Charlie whisper-yelled afraid she offended a potential high authority in Heaven.
"Oh, well, I was hoping to get a chance to meet you both. When Emily told me about how the Princess of Hell wanted a meeting in Heaven about her hotel to redeem sinners, I'll admit my curiosity was peaked and I knew I had to see who you were in person".
Charlie gasped, her eyes shining, "Does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate demons?!". Vaggie glared at the angelic being, "Why would a seraphim care to meet people like us?".
(Y/N) gave the two a gentle smile, "Well, I tend to be a naturally curious individual - which I'm sure you can imagine isn't something Heaven is too fond of. As for redeeming sinners - I'm not sure. Personally, I would love to see souls in Hell given the chance to be redeemed and enter Heaven. Especially the ones who truly do not deserve eternal damnation. Which is why I'm excited to see how your trial ends. Hopefully you have evidence to prove your hotel works. I mean, if the Princess of Hell is willing to vouch and put in the effort on giving sinners a better chance at an afterlife in paradise, then maybe not all demons are bad after all".
Charlie and Vaggie were awestruck. Sure, Emily was really nice but (Y/N) was the first angel to actually be willing to give them a chance. Charlie had tears in her eyes, "D-Do you really believe that?". (Y/N) smiled and laid her hand on Charlie's, "I do".
Charlie and Vaggie smiled at the seraphim. It was nice to see that there was one angel here in Heaven who wasn't going to shut them down right away - someone who genuinely supported their cause.
The three chatted some more - mainly Charlie and (Y/N) with Vaggie chiming in from time to time. Now that the three got more comfortable with each other, the conversation was going a lot smoother. Despite just meeting one another, Charlie and (Y/N) felt like they've known each other for years.
"So, what do you do here in Heaven?" Charlie asked (Y/N). "Oh! Well, I sometimes help the archangels with their duties, but I mainly work in court trials", (Y/N) answered. Charlie's eyes lit up, "Court trials?".
(Y/N) immediately caught on. She shook her head, "Oh, no. Not in the actual trials; that's for the higher seraphims. In this case, Sera and Emily. I'm just a stenographer and record keeper. I help keep and maintain the court records and sometimes record the trials in person".
Vaggie raised a brow, "A seraphim as a stenographer?". (Y/N) nodded, "It's actually a very important job. . . but, I won't lie and say it was my first choice for a job. It was my father's idea. His way of keeping me busy, entertained, and out of trouble".
Charlie blinked, "Oh! Who's your father?". (Y/N) bit her lip nervous, "This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos". Charlie and Vaggie's jaws dropped.
"Archangel Michael?! A-As in my dad's twin brother?!".
(Y/N) nodded fiddling nervously with her hands. Charlie did a double take, "Woah, woah! Wait! Then doesn't that make us-" "Cousins," (Y/N) confirmed. Charlie gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, "OMG! That's amazing!". (Y/N) smiled in relief, "Yeah. I guess it is".
"Who's your mom?" Charlie asked eagerly. "Oh, I don't have one," (Y/N) said rather casually. This made Charlie and Vaggie feel a bit bad, "Oh".
(Y/N) waved her hands, "Oh, it's not like that! I've never had one! You see most angels are typically created here in Heaven using stardust, which is how my father created me. He used his likeness and the female reference of Lilith - your mother. And thus, I was born".
"Oooh - that makes so much sense! Now, I understand why you look so familiar!" Charlie smiled at her newly found relative. She couldn't believe she had a cousin in Heaven. One so kind and beautiful.
(Y/N) was relieved at how fast Charlie accepted her. She was worried she might not be too fond of having an angelic relative.
Vaggie was a bit nervous to discover that (Y/N) was the daughter of a higher ranking angel, but it quickly went away when she saw how happy her and Charlie were talking to each other.
She's only known (Y/N) for a short while, but she truly believed the seraphim had no ill intentions towards them and genuinely wanted to get to know them.
In fact, (Y/N)'s personality reminded her a little of Charlie.
(Y/N) admired her cousin for her big heart and the confidence she had in her own dreams. She was ashamed to admit she was a little envious.
How she wished she could act on her dreams like her little cousin; but, Heaven would never allow it. Her father always had to remind her not to stray too far, or she might end up just like her uncle and aunt. . . Fallen.
This was why she had to always keep up appearances when she was in public. No one other than those closest to her knew of the dorky, cheerful, and quirky side of her personality. To everyone else she was poised, graceful, and elegant.
When Charlie had asked her about her dreams (Y/N) told her seraphims weren't allowed to dream, or at least have dreams that would go against Heaven's rules.
Despite trying to hide how much that bothered her, Charlie and Vaggie noticed the small shift in her behavior. They felt bad for her wishing Heaven could be more open minded.
(Y/N) quickly waved it off claiming she was okay and that she was used it. She understood her father just wanted to keep her safe and out of trouble.
Soon it was time for (Y/N) to go to avoid making her father suspicious of her whereabouts.
Before she left she and Charlie shared a tight loving hug. (Y/N) wished her good luck in her trial and that she would be rooting for her.
Hearing her cousin support her dream and wish her luck made Charlie feel a lot better about the trial.
Being around (Y/N) made her feel comfortable and safe. She felt familiar, which now makes sense seeing as the two were family.
Her dad couldn't be here, so it felt good knowing there was someone in her family here in Heaven who believed in her.
With those thoughts in mind, she was ready for the trial and positive she would change Heaven's mind and prove the hotel's credibility.
. . . Too bad things sometimes don't go as we hoped.
Hey everyone! Wanted to let you all know I am currently in the process of writing the 2nd part of Long Lost Morningstar. It's taking a bit longer than I wanted - I'm currently trying to fight off a cold and just got my monthly visitor (yaaayy), so my motivation and energy has been scarce. But don't worry, part 2 will be coming out within the next week (not even hw will get in my way 😡). This one will be longer than the last, but I promise it will be worth the wait. Thank you to everyone who liked and enjoyed the first part and I hope you'll bare with me during this journey.
Oh! Before I go. I have one more thing to announce. I recently got a another idea for a hazbin mini series. This one will be a crossover of Hazbin and BNHA, where Lucifer left seraphim! Reader (his first wife) for Lilith and didn't believe reader when she said she was pregnant. After Lucifer and Lilith were banished to Hell, (Y/N) was forced to raise her their daughter alone. Years later their daughter would be given a task to minimize or balance out evil spreading in humanity by pretending to be human and attending UA as a hero-in-training. She, of course, knows about Lucifer and Hayes him for abandoning her mother and her and eventually is forced to rub elbows with her half-sister Charlie when she comes to pitch her hotel to Heaven. There's more I want to say about this, but I don't wanna give out too many spoilers.
Is this something anybody would be interested in reading?
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.
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"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 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.
In the depths of Hell, amidst the chaos of the afterlife, there existed a haven called the Hazbin Hotel. It was a place where sinners sought redemption, and where lost souls found solace. Among them was a sinner named [Reader], whose past was shrouded in darkness.
[Reader] was a soul tormented by the memories of her past life. She had lived amongst a family of revered heroes, yet her existence was hidden from the world, a shameful secret to protect their image. Raised in isolation, [Reader] yearned for love and acceptance from those who should have cared for her.
But her only solace came from a friend, a hero-in-training, who saw past her family's façade and found kinship in her. Little did she know, he harbored ulterior motives, using her affection to curry favor with her father.
Tragedy struck when [Reader]'s presence on a mission led to her father's demise. Betrayed by her family and abandoned by her friend, she found herself imprisoned, her guilt and despair consuming her until she saw no way out but through death.
In death, she found herself in Hell, where she encountered the compassionate demoness, Charlie, who offered her refuge in the Hazbin Hotel. Despite her efforts to conceal her pain, Lucifer, the fallen angel himself, saw through her façade, recognizing the familiar mask of depression she wore.
As [Reader] struggled to find her place in this new world, she formed unlikely bonds with the inhabitants of the hotel, finding comfort in their acceptance. But her fragile healing was shattered when her friend, now in Heaven, descended to tempt her with false promises of love and redemption.
In her darkest moment, Lucifer became her guiding light, revealing his own past struggles and offering her the empathy she desperately craved. Through his compassion, [Reader] found the strength to confront her demons and embrace the healing journey that lay ahead.
Together, they forged a bond born from shared pain, navigating the tumultuous waters of Hell with newfound courage and resilience. And in the face of adversity, [Reader] discovered that even in the depths of Hell, redemption was not beyond reach.
I loved this take! It was cute and really well written. I want more 😭
Okay, so I have this Hazbin Hotel Lucifer x reader request idea, but have no idea how to actually write it out and would love to see someone else's take on it. It's a little long and may require several parts, but I'm hoping some people may be interested in writing it. I'm putting this here to see if someone is interested in writing such a long, and possibly detailed, request. I'm totally open to any changes and add ins they might want to add in, but I do have a very specific quote and idea I want in it. This is what it is:
The reader is a sinner who suffers from severe depression, but is really good at masking it. When she was alive she lived with her family who treated her horribly but she did everything to be useful to them and make them love her. Since the pilot of Hazbin had superheroes/villains I'm going to say her family was a renowned hero family, but she was often hidden from the public as to not embarrass them. She had a guy friend that was a hero in training who idolized her father and she fell in love with him, which he knew and used to his advantage to get close to her dad. He knew of the horrible things her family did, such as lock her away as punishment if she did something they didn't approve of - like secretly helping on missions. Then one day a mission went wrong and her being there distracted her father causing him to get killed. Her family turned their backs on her and so did her friend who told her if should have been her. They lock her away with no way of her getting out. In her loneliness, guilt, and confinement, she spirals and eventually kills herself believing she deserves it. Since suicide is a sin, she's sent to Hell where she's eventually found by Charlie who offers her a room at the hotel. During her time there, she masks her depression well not wanting to talk about her past much afraid of the judgement and rejection. When she meets Lucifer for the first time, when he first comes to the hotel in ep 5, he immediately recognizes what she's doing being familiar with it himself. They don't talk much at first, but Lucifer is interested in what's she's hiding and secretly wanting to talk to someone who understands what it's like to have depression. During her time at the hotel she slowly becomes accustomed to everyone, not used to being treated nicely but appreciating it. Then during the final battle with Adam, she fights alongside everyone using her past training to her advantage. But when Sir Pentious dies, she becomes angry seeing her friend die and fiercely protective so much that she protects Charlie from Adam, though gets injured in the process. She's saved from Adam by Lucifer who thanks her for protecting Charlie and angry at her injuries. After the battle, and once the hotel is fixed, she starts to open up more to everyone slowly healing herself and becoming friends with Lucifer. However, what she doesn't know is that her father and friend (who died in someway during another battle) are in Heaven as Heaven saw them as heros and good for Heavens influence and reputation. When they hear that she's down in Hell, they become worried that Heaven might find out what happened when they were all alive and ruin their reputation. So the friend sneaks down into Hell one day, when the hotel is having an open house to attract sinners and finds her alone in her room outside her balcony getting from fresh air from the party. He tries to convince her to leave this place and come up with him to Heaven, lying that they miss her and even going far as to say he loves her. This, of course, messes with her healing mind as she knows he's lying and is shock to see him. I see this scene as the clip from Euphoria when Jules says she loves Rue. The same quote and actions from Rue but as the reader. Lucifer, who was looking for her, overhears their conversation feeling his heart break hearing her words and realizing how similar the two are with her friend and Lilith. When the friends leaves after the readers says to stay out of her life, she breaks down crying to which Lucifer enters her room and starts to comfort her telling her about Lilith and that be understands and knows what it's like.
how the boys react when there normally super sweet and soft S/0 acts like a brat/has an outburst.
warning: suggestive themes, female pronouns.
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Aki
Aki was tired after the day he had. Power and Denki always know how to leave his head pounding at the end of the day. He just wanted to come home and curl up into bed with you in his arms and fall asleep.
You however decided you wanted to stay up late and watch a movie. You were only half way through it when Aki came through the front door. You yelled a greeting before turning all attention back to the movie. Aki moved around the apartment and after a while came to stand at the side of the couch. Hair down and in sweats. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” he tells you.
Your eyes never left the tv as you shook your head. “Not yet, I'm not tired.” you dismiss him with a short wave of your hand.
Aki stared at you in disbelief. You have never waved him off like that. No matter how focused you were you always stopped for at least a moment, normally with a sweet smile to greet him. “It’s late, Y/N.” he informs you. Stepping in front of the tv, blocking your view.
You look up at him with a pout. “Aki don't be dumb!” you shout and cross your arms.
What was that? Akis eyebrows rows, looking down at you and deciding how to handle this side of you. Why were you so cranky? All he knew was that he didn’t like it, not one bit. He wanted his sweet girl back. “What did my sweet girl just call me?” he asked, almost in a challenge.
You turn your head to the side, looking anywhere but at him and not answering. In a second Aki was hovering over you, one arm on the side of the couch and the other gripping your jaw, not enough to hurt but enough for you to know he's serious. He turned your face to look at him. “Where did this little brat come from?” he questions you.
You shrug your shoulders, not really sure yourself. He could see the look of uncertainty in your eyes. You didn't mean to act like a brat, maybe it was just a bad day or you really were just tired. Letting out a soft sigh Aki stood and turned the tv off. Before you could say anything he was scooping you up in his arms and taking you to the bedroom. “I think we better nip this in the butt now. If you want to start acting like a brat I'll have to treat you like one.” he throws you on the bed and towers over you. “Your first lesson, never talk back to me.”
Denji
Denji was waiting for you to get home, he had the day off and spent most of it sleeping. Now he just wanted to spend time with you. He looked at magazines and watched TV while he waited. Once he heard the door open he perked up and threw the magazine onto the piles he had scattered all over the floor.
When you entered the room you looked at the mess and frowned. Denji looked at you confused. “What's wrong babe?” he asked, turning his head to the side.
You looked at him and crossed your arms. “Don't be stupid Denji, this place is a mess!” you pout.
Looking around he admits there are a lot of magazines but they clean up fast so what's the problem? That can't really be that upsetting right? “Baby.. I can pick them up.” he reasoned.
You huff and turn away from him, facing the hallway. ”I wanted to come home to you, not a mess stupid.” he threw the harsh name out again.
Denji took a moment to think about it. You just wanted to see him, and he just wanted to see you. But… his mess got in the way? For whatever reason it was, it didn't matter. Scooping up all the floppy books be put them in an unorganized stack far away in a corner. He then made his way over to you. Slowly he slides his arms around you, pressing his back to your chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. He didn't like this pouting, and calling him names.
He let out a sigh and leaned into his touch. “I'm sorry Denji, you aren't stupid.” you turn around in his arms and lace your fingers together behind his neck. “It was just a stressful day and I just wanted to see you.” you look down at his chest, embarrassed at how you acted out. “ I didn't mean to be so mean.” you admit.
Denji dipped his head down and caught your lips with his. Turning you and pushing you back into the wall with his body, he held you by the waist. Pulling away he had a big smile. “I think I know a good way to relieve stress.” he jokes as he pushes a knee between your legs.
You giggle and pull him in for another, deeper kiss. A good stress relief indeed.
Kishibe
Kishibe was home waiting for you to get back from a night out, He was disappointed to find you gone when he was able to get off early for once. But he sucked it up and decided he could at least clean himself up while you were out.
He was standing in front of the fridge in nothing but a pair of black sweat pants when he heard the jiggle of keys in the door. He thought you must have been pretty drunk because for some reason it took a few attempts before you got the door opened. Closing the fridge he made his way to the door to find you struggling with your shoes.
He leaned in the doorway watching you, ready to catch you if you fell but also because you were amusing to watch. Finally free of your shoes you dropped your bag on the floor, then after another battle with your jacket let it fall with the bag. Your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your face once you noticed Kishibe leaning in the doorway. “Kishibe!” you walked on unsteady legs to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Your home.” you point out with excitement.
He chuckled at how sweet you were drunk. This was fairly new, only ever seeing you truly drunk one other time and that was to pick you up and carry you home really. “Hello doll, have a good night?” he asks and pulls you to him by your waist. He could smell the fresh cent of soap and shampoo along with a hint of scotch and cigarettes.
“I had a great time! But now your home Kishibe, so it's even better.” you leaned up on your toes and looked to him to close the gap.
He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss before pulling back. You furrowed your brows and gave him a slight pout. “Go pick up your stuff and we can go to bed.” he said letting you go and turning to head to the bedroom.
You looked at your jacket and bag and decided it was much too far a reach for tonight. “I don't want to, it's too far away.” he stated simply.
Kishibe stopped in his tracks and turned back to face you. “Don't start acting like a brat, pick it up.” he warned. You just shook your head and stood your ground. Where did this attitude come from? Acting like a true brat all of a sudden, Kishibe thought. “Y/N, do as you're told, i won't ask again.” he gave you one final warning.
“Kishibe_” you began to whine but the moment you opened your mouth and didn't move to do as you were told, Kishibe was already moving towards you. He stood, towering above you with a blank expression.
“I don't know where this brat shit came from but I won't have it.” he pulled you into a heated and breathtaking kiss by a hand on the back of your head. You stumbled and almost fell but you clung to his shoulders to keep steady. He explored your mouth and bit your bottom lip, leaving you panting and red when he pulled away completely. Taking a step back he nodded to your mess. “Take care of it now, or you will be sleeping on the couch.”
Needless to say you picked up and soon went back to your normal sweet self. Ready to please Kishibe.
I don’t hate Momoi because she’s more sexually assertive than others. I just hate the fact that she constantly ridicules Riko for her boob size whenever they meet. Even if it’s a joke, it’s a shallow one since it’s just exploiting insecurities. Plus the joke got old pretty fast.
Oh thank fuck I’m not the only one who thinks this way. If she treats all girls like Riko, it’s more feminist to dislike her than to like her. It is not fucking okay to reduce people to a physical attribute. Her need to lord her physical superiority over Riko is unacceptable on so many levels I just cannot stand having her on my screen at all. Every single time she shows up in the anime or manga when Riko is also present, I just cringe and cringe because I know sooner or later she will say something that will make me absolutely murderous.
In fact, can we talk about this fucking scene. CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT.
She says this to Riko after Riko – 1) smacks the guys who are ogling Momoi’s drenched white shirt; 2) takes her in and lends her a towel and a t-shirt so she can dry up; 3) allows her to come in so that they can talk after that, to let her voice the worries or problems that are obviously shown on her face.
Riko does all of that generously with a kind smile, and voluntarily too.
The way Momoi reacts to all of this is to tell Riko that Riko is not so bad even though she is a size B. The exact subs are: “You may be a B, but you’re right. [about Riko knowing why Aomine shouldn’t play]”
Riko is a top class coach. Of course she is thoroughly well-versed in the sport she coaches. Is it surprising for her to know this kind of things? No. Why is her intelligence or her rightness or her ability as a coach even linked to her chest size AT ALL?!
Momoi consistently puts down Riko or insults her publicly – she makes a habit of saying these things to Riko when large groups of boys are present, and given that Momoi herself is a teenage girl experiencing a crush, there is no way she is unaware of what sort of effect this kind of thing can have on other people’s confidence or self-esteem. There are too many things about Momoi that show too clearly that she is meant to possess shrewdness and intelligence, and also awareness of teenage issues and fears and worries. Let me say it again – this person selects the times when the entire male basketball team is present to bring up the fact of Riko’s smaller chest size.
So because Riko has a smaller chest, Riko is a lesser human being? This is what Momoi’s words always mean. There is no two ways to cut it. Riko is a highly competent and dedicated coach – she is excellent at what she does and immensely respected by her players. The entirety of what Riko is capable of is mind-blowing, and don’t even try to tell me that Momoi doesn’t know it. Momoi is touted as being the manager who knows everything, so much so that she’s virtually prescient – her information-gathering and research skills are as legendary as the GoM, so:
Even knowing what Riko has done and can do, the only thing about Riko that matters to Momoi is Riko’s chest size.
Everything about Riko’s talent, skill, hard work, emotional devotion/loyalty/kindness towards her players are things that Riko cultivated herself. These are things that Riko can control, these are things that Riko herself has accomplished, and Riko is always seen to push herself to the max for the team.
If, in spite of all that, the only thing you can see or the only thing you think is noteworthy about Riko is her breast size – something that she has no control over – then I really do hate you because you are so problematic.
I understand that this is a character, and therefore her construct is a problem of the creator and the writing. Nonetheless I am absolutely repelled by this character.
I honestly can't stand her. I skip her parts whenever she's on screen. One of the worst type of pick me. And the fact that no one bothers to correct her behavior and just leave it be?? Yeah, no.
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