I’m Creedence. I’m a fanfic author, who’s working on a short story.
I do take requests. The fandoms I write for are Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, My Hero Academia, Sally Face, and some Harry Potter.
Ships I do for MHA, are X reader especially with Dabi, Bakugou, and Hawks but anyone from the first 4 seasons.
For Hazbin Hotel I’m most comfortable with, Alastor x reader, Lucifer X reader, Radio Silence, Radio Apple, but I’ll do whatever you request. For helluva boss, I usually do Stolitz, But I’m open to anything. Sally face, I do Larry X reader, Sal X Travis, Sal X reader, and ones either just the friend group.
also, I do Creepypasta. Just send me a request with the character and I’ll get back to you!
Anyways, yall can request.
sometimes I also do vent posts, just ignore those lol.
Hi! Can I request Lucifer x Daughter!Reader? She is Charlie's younger sister and a mommy's girl. She feels betrayed by her mother, Lilith, after Lilith's sudden departure. She moves to the Ring of Gluttony with her aunt, Beelzebub, and takes on royal duties, earning the respect of sinners and Overlords. While she is close to figures like Alastor and Carmilla, she shows a preference for imps and hellhounds. Despite her busy schedule, Charlie manages to get her to the Hazbin Hotel for a strained family reunion. Lucifer, struggles to reconnect with her, fearing his own mistakes will push her away further. This fear leads to a lack of communication, which in turn makes Reader believe he doesn't care about her.
I hope its not too match, sorry
I’ll try my best, but that’s a lot different than what I ususally write so it will probably take a while
this one is rlly long for me so uhh enjoy. Love yall
He hummed quietly and plopped next to your bookshelf. You see him start to flip through your old records. He lets out a small chuckle.
“What did ya find?” You ask, not fully paying attention, trying to finish some craft project you had started months ago.
“Oh nothing, Sweetheart. I just found an album I enjoy.” He said, gently taking a record from its sleeve and putting it into your large vinyl, radio, and 8 track player.
You shrug it off, knowing he was a musicophile. You internally wondered what vinyl he had chose.
The scratchy sound of an old record starts playing. You recognize the song.
“You’re never fully dressed without a smile…” the music contraption starts playing warmly.
“Wanna dance, dear?” He smirks mischievously. Your hand gets grabbed, and you flinch slightly.
“S-sorry..”
“Are you scared of me, Love?” He asks, his warm chuckle sounds off.
“N-no. Sorry.. I just wasn’t expecting that.”
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He had been going too and fro Hell and Earth everyday. You two kept talking and talking.
“Do you think I’ll go to hell?” You say, laying in a bed with him- just laying. Nothing sexual. Just existing in eachothers presence.
“Well, you are a good person, I will say that. But alas, here you are cuddling with a demon.” His honeyed chuckle reaching your ears. “If you do get sent to the fiery pit I call my home, you’re welcome to stay at my dear friend Charlie’s hotel!”
You chuckle, surely you wouldn’t end up in hell. You roll over and rub a hand in his hair. You find his antlers and rub them. He lets out a soft hum.
“Be careful, Darlin’, they are sensitive.” He cautioned.
“I will.” You respond as you start rubbing the bottoms of the antlers near his scalp. He hums gently.
“Don’t stop, please.”
You click your tongue and enjoy the feeling of his soft velvety horns. You move your hands over to his ears and he lets out a low purr.
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You were going for a late night jog. The chill night air rushes into your face as you run. You thought you saw something in the corner of your eye, you shrugged it off, letting the cool air hit your face.
The music in your ears, blasting loudly. “You’re never fully dressed without a smile.” You hum along, this song reminded you of Al, he was probably your closest and only friend.
You see something moving again, you stop and breathe in deeply. You barely notice the ruffling of leaves or the harsh footsteps rushing towards you. It’s too late when your eyes meet the inky black expanse of death.
The blood rushes from you abdomen, you grasp you stomach in pain, fingers curling around the knife. You let out a whimper, the blood felt like it was pouring out in gallons. You know this was the end, you hoped, you prayed, you would see Alastor again… what was that hotel named again?
Your vision blurs around the edges as the perpetrator goes through your pockets, he takes your phone and other valuables and quickly ran off. You wish you could see Alastor, have him tell you it’s okay, that you could feel his warmth.
You wake up… wait what? You wake up? You thought that was the end. Where are you? You rub your eyes, the sky is red, the ‘sun’ is a large pentagram on a crimson sphere. You start wondering where Alastors hotel was?
You walk around, seeing the true depravity of hell, people eating eachother, peaople fucking eachother. You walk to an area called Cannibal Town.
You find a nice looking lady named Rosy, she lets you go into her store.
“Ma’am, do you happen to know Alastor is?” You say quietly as you drink the tea she offered.
Her eyes light up, “Old Al? How do you know him?”
“Oh, I listened to him on the radio.” You smile softly.
“Oh, here I’ll show you where he is.” She grasps your cold hand. She had a wonderful red dress, rudely sleeves that contrasted her grey skin. “Follow me, dearie.”
Rosy rushes with you to a large brick hotel. She raps on the door three times. “Is Alastor here? I found one of his friends.”
One of Alastors other ‘friends’, a cheery blonde demoness answers the door. She was practically beaming at the possible new person. “Hi, newbie I’m Charlie! Are you new to hell?”
You nod along with her excited babbling, “U-uh, I’m looking for my friend, Al?” You ask, looking around what you could see of the lobby.
She grabs your hand and basically drags you in Rosie laughs and waves off, “Shes a good kid, she’ll take care of you.”
uh this is a repost of my older fic but w more content!!
No content warnings (for now) except for general angst
for my Huzzzz @helluva-simper
Alastor was sitting in his room. A cup of coffee on his desk. He glances at the broken picture frame... he sees THEM in that photo.
Alastor throws the photo. He watches the glass shatter even more than it already was. He summons a flame into his hands and flicks it towards the aged and flimsy paper. It almost immediately turns to ash. He brushes it with his foot.
He can never forget those memories. Though, he can wish.
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He sits at a snazzy restaurant with his golden-haired lover. He orders his usual, fresh gumbo- extra spicy, as Lucifer orders; "May i have a salad with crab on the side. No tomatoes, please and thank you. Ranch dressing." Even with his royal status as king of hell, Luci was still kind to the wait staff.
Alastors gloved hand reaches for the wine bottle, a beautiful 2012 chardonnay. He gently pours half a glass full into both cups with precision, not spilling a drop.
"How are you this lovely evening, dear?" Speaks alastor, his voice a calming tone.
"I'm doing just fine, love. I visited Charlie." He says, grabbing the stem of the glass, taking a moderate sip.
"Oh, how wonderful." Alastor replies. His smile- that never falls- actually authentic for once. He enjoyed hearing Lucifer talking.
"Maybe we should go on a double date with Charlie and Vaggie, hm?" Luci muses. He gently turns the wine in his hand.
Alastor nods slightly. That's not the worst idea.
"Love, you seem... preoccupied with your thoughts." Luci observes.
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Alastor paces his room. He saw him while at the restaurant. Of course he was at a high class restaurant, of fucking course.
Oh Satan, why would Vox of all people be at a french restaurant in the dead of night, especially when Luci and Al was there? Vox had made Alastors jambalaya feel horrible sliding down his throat.
Was this some sick game made by some higher power to torture him? Vox stalks over slowly, Alastor tenses.
“What are you doing here?” Vox spits harshly at him.
Vox was dressed well, a black suit and red bow tie, his flatscreen TV of a head had been repaired since he and Vals last fight. Vox- still salty from the fact he wouldn’t join them, the fact he ended their friendship so upfront. He was sitting alone in a booth in the corner.
“I could ask the same question, Vox.” Alastor spits with the same amount of venom, opposite of Vox he was dressed in a red blazer, black dress pants and red undershirt and a black bow tie.
Lucifer just rolls his eyes at the two of them, not understanding their ongoing battle to the full extent.
this was a request! Hope you enjoy! It’s an Aizawa x reader where healer!user finds injured!aizawa
It was a surprise, seeing him wounded. He was a pro hero, EraserHead. He was curled up on the ground, a concrete pillar on his legs. You suck in a breath, the way his legs were crumpled. Your eyes dart around, no one was going to help him, everyone was helping the more popular heroes.
You rush to him, ripping off your overshirt, leaving yourself in your undershirt. You weren’t even worried about that for now. You had other shirts.
“Sir, are you okay?” You ask the hero, you could smell the blood off of him.
He mumbles a gentle, “Yeah. I’m fine.” He chuckles dryly.
“You okay if I take you to my home to patch you up?” He nods gently. You wrap the ripped portion of the shirt around his legs. You struggle to pick the man up, carrying him to your small car. It was awkward trying to shove a tall man into a car.
“Can you please try and sit, and get in there?” You ask, you wanted to be kind. Plus he was a hero, and no one else was looking to help him.
Your small, light cyan smart box car that you could barely fit in comfortably, Aizawa was barely able to fit in the snug backseat. You speed, trying your best not to get in trouble with the law but he was not doing well.
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Once you return to your small apartment you set Shouta down on your green loveseat. “Hold on, I’m going to grab water for you, do you need anything else?”
The injured hero shakes his head, you grab a random glass cup from your mismatched cubboard. His hand reaches out and he drinks it in two long sips.
“So uhh, Mr. Eraser Head-“ You say, not knowing what else to call him.
“Shouta or Aizawa is fine. You don’t need to be all fancy about it.” He replies, his normal monotone voice but a little bit of something else you can’t tell what it is.
“Oh cool, my name’s Y/N. So, I have a healing quirk, so I’ll do that. It takes a lot of my energy though.” You place your hand on his crumpled bones, and slowly and painfully the bones reform themself. His whimper pierces the air. You’ve seen him on TV before, of course since he is a hero. And you’ve never expected this man to whimper.
“It’s okay, you okay? I can take a break. It’s almost done anyway.” You explain, you didn’t want him in pain, even though it was sort of his profession. You never liked seeing people in pain.
“No, it’s fine,” He brushes it off, even though the feeling of every little crack in his bones forming back together wasn’t the greatest.
“So, what villain were you fighting?” You question as his bones morph together and you grab a glass of water for yourself.
“Dabi, he’s part of the LOV, he set some shit on fire and it fell.” He explains it like it’s an everyday occurrence for heroes like him, and it probably is.
“Do you want to stay here for a bit and rest up?” You ask gently. He probably needed a little rest before you brought him home anyways.
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“So, what made you want to go into heroing?” Your curiousity gets the best of you and you tilt your head.
“I… I had a friend, and we were going to start an agency together, but we couldn’t.”
You look at him and realize you shouldn’t press any farther. “Oh, uhm. I-I work at a hospital nearby. It’s hard to get any other job with a healing quirk, ya know?”
“We could probably use another healer at the school I teach at. The main class I teach is a wreck when it comes to getting hurt.” He explains casually.
“I didn’t realize you were also a teacher, that’s cool. I’m guessing it’s at one of those cool fancy hero schools?”
He nods. You both make your way to the bed. You lay in bed together talking for a little longer. You both fall asleep.
It was a chilly day, you assumed, late November early December. You were in a small brick hospital named Washington State Twin Rivers Hospital. You were in the pediatric unit for patioents 13-18. You had been here for weeks. Dressed in your light blue scrubs, you pad your way over to the day room for snack time.
One of the techs Becka- you think her name is announces, “We will be getting a new patient later this evening.”
You don’t ponder too hard on that and grab a bag of goldfish, sinking into one of those rough vinyl chairs that are nailed to the ground. You watch whatever stupid show that’s playing on the television caged by glass.
You were reading one of the books they had let you bring from home, Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, when you hear the locked double doors open. A scrawny guy with long brown hair, a very long nose, and was quite tall walks in. He was dressed in a pair of blue scrubs just like everyone else. It’s very clear that he has been rained on. You peer out the windows and the rain is thudding down.
The same staff from early says, “Everyone, this is Larry. He is the newest resident. Treat him the way you want to be treated.” She points him to his new assigned seat, right next to you.
You roll your eyes, she says that about everyone that comes in. He plops next to you, the chair hissing as the air escapes the cushion. “I’m Larry. Larry Johnson” He chatted. His voice low and husky.
You look at him, he looked kind enough. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You smile softly at him, trying to be polite and welcoming. “Well, Larry, it looks like it’s been raining heavily. Hopefully it stops soon.”
He replies with a chuckle, “ya know what they say, it can’t rain all the time.”
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CHAPTER TWO
Walking through the hallways with the rest of the unit to the cafeteria. Going through the carpeted passageways, going past the gym, therapy rooms, and other units- you point all of these out to Larry, showing him the way to the lunch room.
The techs give everyone their meal cards, the cards have the patients name, unit, allergies and age. They also have a red or green circle on them, showing if the patient has an allergy.
Larry, who was standing in the line next to her, peaks over. “Carrots? Really, you’re allergic to carrots?” He snickers at you, but not in a rude way.
“Yeah I am,” You peak at his card. “You’re allergic to passion fruit? That’s so weird” You tease him back. He gasps and clutches his pearls- feigning offense.
“Gasp, Y/N. You wound me so.” The short Asian lady scoops out some grey meat and I grab a salad.
“So let me tell you the basic rules, Larry. No drinking Doctor Pepper , we cannot have caffeine,” The next thing I say in a whisper, “We aren’t supposed to whisper. Also, another basic one, no hurting yourself or others, and we really aren’t supposed to cuss, but fuck that, and we aren’t supposed to talk about why we are here.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 Wet cigarettes
It was music therapy Saturday, you and Larry were outside with the rest of the unit in the fenced in court yard.
You play a song called Wet Cigarettes by Strawberry Milk Cult. You and Larry seem to be the only one enjoying it. After that song ends, the therapist- Miss June asks Larry what he wants to play. He chooses Singularity by Sanity Falls. He stares intently at the speaker as it plays, his head gently bobbing.
“This reminds me of one of my friends… his names Sal.” He mumbles, barely above a whisper.
You let a low “Hmph” sound, wondering about what he said, but not prying any deeper.
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Larry has been here for a week, every two weeks they have a visitation, a friend or some family can come over.
You were sitting a few seats away from where you and Larry had sat just that day at supper in the cafeteria. Other people besides staff and patients were not allowed on unit.
While waiting for your people to come in, you and Larry made light conversations- gossiping about some of the patients.
A short, gremlin looking man with blue hair and a mask walks in and sits in the seat infront of Larry. And your friend, a tall brunette girl comes over and sits infront of you. They all share a look of recognition.
Larry turns to you, “You never told me you knew Ashley?” He says extremely surprised.
Casually you explain, “Me and Ashley have been friends since I went to Nockfell elementary. Then I moved into the next town over.”
You explain and then the three start making conversation. “So, Y/N, this is that friend I told you about, Sal.” Larry explained.
“Oh cool, hi Sal, I’m Y/N L/N.” You reply.
“Nice to meet you Y/N. Some people call me Sally Face, due to the mask.”
You nod, and continue talking to Ash.
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CHAPTER 4: DOLL PARTS
You were sitting on the couches with your close friend Larry, watching some drama show neither of you gave a shit about.
You had some mindless conversations when you ask, “so how’d you get sent here, if ya don’t mind me asking? I… I tried to overdose on pills.”
He thinks for a second and replies, “I drank something I shouldn’t have.. on purpose and one of my friends found me…” he explains, sighing deeply.
“Sometimes
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Ever since that conversation you and Larry have gotten closer, becoming close friends.
It had been about three days since he admitted why he was here. You were lying on the floor in your shared room.
“I wonder if this place even does anything..” He muses, sitting on the wooden desk, doodling. “I havent had one-on-one therapy since day one.”
You chuckle humorlessly, he wasn’t wrong. This place wasn’t the best.
“It’s so lonely in here. One phone call a day is not enough. It’s so lonely.” You say dryly. You wish you could melt into the floor and become part of it.
He continues drawing, you knew he enjoyed painting, but you were only allowed paint in the gym, and it was quiet time. He was scribbling what looked like a skull onto his journal.
“I miss cigarettes,” You say, your thoughts drifting idly. He gets a wolfish grin on his face.
“Welllllll..” He chuckles. “When Sal came over… he might’ve snuck me a few packs of Marlboro Reds.” He giggles mischievously. “I also got a lighterrrr.”
He lights one and you pass it around like a blunt. You wait for a staff to come, but they never do. Even as the room fills with the stench of smoke no one ever comes. They were probably too busy gossiping about patients to do their jobs. You and Larry had overheard the staff talking about Sal and his mask, that had really irked him, even if he never mentioned it.
It was just you, him, and the wafting sent of smoked fags go through the vent. You had almost smoked through 2.5 boxes when a staff knocks on the door.
Larry shoves on in his jean pocket, you shove them under your head. The staff sniffs the air, “what’s that smell?” Comes through his mouth. He probably already knew. But of course you two lied and said it was an old sweater that smelled like that.
