This will be an Eden!Lucifer/Present!Adam and Eden!Adam/Present!Lucifer comic, in a fuck or die escape room scenario. It's currently estimated to have +30 pages.
First page is already available on my Patreon. I will start publishing it for free once I have more pages so Patreon will be ahead. Right now the first page is already there!
a/n: if someone can help me find that fanart of adam helping lucifer groom his wings (since itās normal in heaven, but itās been so long for lucifer so heās still getting used to having his wings groomed again n all), that would be much appreciated ty <3
āmmph!ā
āluci, doll, quit squirming,ā you sigh.
āsorry! sorry.ā
luciferās wings flutter ever so slightly and jolt every time you trace your fingers through his marginal coverts in search of any debris and worn-out feathers. the gesture sends a shiver up his spine; a tingling sensation pulls on his heartstrings, settling to pool on his stomach.
āhonestly, how could you let it get this bad?ā you ask, plucking out a piece of fabric lodged between two nimble feathers.
āi donāt knowā i was just.. i kind ofā.. let myself go when i fell, yāknow? lilith.. she used to do it, though she couldnāt really reach the places that really needed to be groomed, but her effort was there, and her absense hit hard. and everythingās been piling upā depressionās a bitch.ā
you could hear bitterness in his laugh; itās undeniable because the fallen angel loved the first woman dearly, and you knew everyone in both heaven and hell knew that, too.
āitās fine,ā you utter.
āitās not like i donāt have time to spare.ā
he nods shallowly, doing his best to remain still, all while humming a tune that he remembered during your days in heaven together. a melody that only you two knew of.
the tune causes your heart to ache.
if only he knew how much you loved him to the stars and back.
but that was all in the past, for when you were still an esteemed seraphim.
or was it really behind you?
āreally, you should groom your wings every two months; the more often, the better.ā
ācanāt reach it,ā he replies sheepishly.
āi can see that.ā
ācan you, uhmā mm.. do it for me again in the future?ā
you couldnāt see his face, but lucifer is grateful that you couldnāt because his face was as red as a tomato.
you shrug. āsure, why not?ā
trailing your fingers in a particularly sensitive area on his wings, lucifer surprisingly let out a sound akin to a satisfied purr, back archingāreacting to your delicate touch. his wings flutter uncontrollably, and you canāt help but smile fondly.
Summary: Darcy is a dreamer and his friends support it but his family is against it. His father wants to crush his dreams.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Part 1 | Part 2
A young boy was walking to the bridge looking down at the river he turned around and saw his friends standing thereĀ looking at him "Darcy... don't do this...we can report your father's abuse to you just don't take your life" Darcy's friend said to him. Darcy just smiled at his friends.
Seren shouted in concern, "Darcy! Step away from that edge. You don't have to go through this."
"that's right, we're here for you" Leora said in a softer tone. Darcy spoke, his voice almost breaking "thank you for your concern, I will forever cherish our friendship."
Seren and Leora tried to approach him. He was just one step away from falling. As the two got closer, Darcy took one final step. "Damn it!" Seren ran to catch him. Seren caught him by the collar of his shirt. Despite Seren's effort, Darcy still fell into the river. Darcy isn't known for his ability to swim, so he almost immediately sank. Aurora went after him. She swam ashore while carrying Darcy.
Darcy coughs and breathes heavily, looking at Aurora. His eyes were wideĀ filled with anger "Why... Why did you save me!?" Darcy screeched and banged his hand on the ground. Aurora looked at him worriedly. Darcy has tears in his eyes, he was a mess-- wet clothes, wet hair, and his eyes vividly red due to the constant stinging pain of his tears, as it falls down to his cheeks. Darcy's eyesight started to blur due to the flooding of his tears.
Seren ran towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against the wall. "SEREN!" Leora and Aurora yelled at him "What the fuck are you thinking jumping of the bridge again!! Don't you value your life at least a little?! Don't you value us, your friends?!" He growled as he repeatedly slammed Darcy against the wall. Darcy was surprised by Seren's outburst. Darcy's heart sank when he heard Seren's words. He was starting to regret his actions but the feeling of hopelessness still remained inside him.
Darcy and his friends heard a car come to a stop. He was taken aback by the fact that his older brother was present. "'Darcy... and companions'". The final moment was bittersweet for Darcy's brother. Seren, Leora, and Aurora scolded Darcy's older brother.
"What are you doing here Calhoun?" Leora said, crossed her arms and squinted her eyes Calhoun looked at Leora "Well I just need my dreamer little brother" Calhoun hissed at Leora before walking towards Darcy just as Seren let go of Darcy.Ā
Calhoun looked at Darcy as he cups Darcy's chin "Father was right Darcy you should let go of your stupid dreams" Calhoun hissed again and tightly squeezed his cheeks. Calhoun released his grip on Darcy's face, revealing a mischievous smile. 'Oh, DarDar, you didn't call me Cally anymore' Calhoun smirked, ruffled Darcy's hair, and walked back to the car. "Now come on Darcy, our father is waiting for you...at home" Calhoun's tone was dark as he opened the passenger seat for Darcy as Seren, Aurora and Leora just standing no idea what to do.
"Goodbye Darcy, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Aurora waved goodbye to him. Darcy got into the car while Calhoun got into the driver's seat. As the car started its engine, Calhoun started to drive Darcy looked at his friends looking worried and he felt something bad was about to happen like always.
"Did our father instruct you to separate from your friends?" Calhoun criticized Darcy, and Darcy perceived an unusual and gloomy atmosphere around him, so he remained silent.
As they arrived at the mansion, Calhoun and Darcy saw their father waiting for them. "Darcy... I've been waiting for you" The tone was disliked and aggressive, Darcy just remained silent. "Calhoun you can go now, I will teach this son of a..bitch a lesson" Darcy's father stood up and wrapped the belt tightly around his fingers. As Darcy retreated, he was halted by the wall. He glanced at his father. The portrait of Lucifer falling from the heavens hangs on the wall as Darcy's cries and pain are audible.
Calhoun and his brothers heard Darcy's punishment. One of the brothers asked, 'Should we help him this time? His scars and bruises are getting worse. If our mother discovers this, Calhoun will be punished as well" Calhoun sits in his study and continues his work, completely ignoring his second oldest brother. He sighed and glanced at his brother.
"Ariticus, we shouldn't provide any assistance to him. Disobeying our father's rules is unfair. Calhoun answered and stood up. He headed towards the long window and observed the family portrait. Ariticus let out a frustrated sigh and let Calhoun contemplate his own actions.
In the family portrait, Calhoun's mother was shown smiling with gentleness, a beautiful face, gorgeous blonde hair, and blue eyes like diamonds, as she carried Darcy asleep in her arms. Calhoun paused to breathe and glanced at the nightstand, one of his brothers, and Darcy held a duck plushie all the time.
At Darcy's room...
The maid was attempting to be gentle and repair his bruises while Darcy cried uncontrollably when his father punished him. 'It's okay, my sweetheart. It's gonna be okay,' the maid consoled and wiped Darcy's tears. The maid caressed Darcy's hair and hummed a lullaby as he cried in her lap, and he felt safe around the maid like his mother singing it for him when he was a child.
While she was on her lap, Darcy fell asleep and the maid wrapped him in blankets before giving him a kiss on his forehead and the maid left Darcy's room and continued her work.
Darcy had an item of his mother's pendant that was slightly glowing, but it faded out. His eyes were wide and shocked, he sprang up quickly and breathed heavily, despite his red eye color.
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Hi! Idk if your request is open but if it is, can I request a little moment of Zestiel having some alone time with his wife/husband asking him why did they marry himāsince there wasn't really that much of information about Zestiel, let's assume that he's a murderer* when he's alive and the reader found out about it after they've been seeing each other for some time now. Your content is awesome, btw^_^
ā¢ It used to be that the honor of a manās word was enough. A firm handshake would be just as legally binding as a contract
ā¢ He almost had it all. The vineyard, the estate, the fortune. None of it made him as joyful as having your hand
ā¢ The empty space on your ring finger taunted him daily, his chest pocket heavy with the solution to the void, though you were sweet to remind him you were his in every other way
ā¢ āSoon my sweet,ā He promised and promised and promised
ā¢ It was to be kept well under wraps until the finer details were settled but make no mistake, Zestial had every intention of spoiling you rotten afterwards
ā¢ āThou will not go into business while affiliated with heathens,ā His father snarled, his words held the deed to everything high above his head
ā¢ Devastated would be an understatement but it didnāt last long. He could rebuild. He could take his knowledge and start over with you by his side from the get go. The ordeal would take longer but it wasnāt impossible and he refused to settle for less than what he was owed
ā¢ So his father took the matter into his own hands and paid off your family so you would be sent far, far away
ā¢ Zestial always said there would be no distance he couldnāt cross to be beside you, you were forever entangled in the web heād so lovingly spun for you alone
ā¢ However, heād learned his diligence from the very man whoād isolated you
ā¢ You were gone
ā¢ What Zestialās father didnāt teach him, and never could be bothered to learn himself, was patience
ā¢ So for him, biding his time was the easiest part. Alone, he pried his feet from the mud and wrapped his aching hands in salve. Pain would be his companion, the friend that drove him closer to his goal. Slowly earning back his fatherās trust until the iās were dotted and the tās were crossedā in ink this time, and everything he wanted was his once again
ā¢ Well.. almost everything
ā¢ āA toast,ā Zestial was the first at the table to raise his glass, āTo the ever growing vines of this business, nary shall they be corrupted by the weak. A promise from thyself unto thee.ā
ā¢ āHere, here!ā His guests chanted, emptying their glass flutes in a single swig
ā¢ Zestialās smile spread wider and wider as the merriment morphed to coughing, gagging and, finally, gurgled screams. Crimson spewed from their lips and denied them their final breaths
ā¢ All except for his father who, thanks to the wine laced with something different, was frozen in horror to Zestialās left. He would be last to face the wrath he unleashed upon himself
ā¢ āSonāā
ā¢ āSilence! There is nothing thou can say to escape thouās fate. Return my beloved to me. Tell me where they reside this instant or I will burn this wretched land to ashes with thee inside of it. Tell me now, and I will find it in my blackened heart to show thou mercy thou doth not deserve.ā
ā¢ āGo to hell.ā
ā¢ āI shall meet thee there and make thy death far more painful than this one.ā
ā¢ Zestial watched as the flames engulfed his childhood home and the fields heād spent years learning. As unforgiving as he, they left nothing spared
ā¢ The sins on his back were nothing compared to the crippling loneliness that only followed him to the afterlife
ā¢ He was so sure heād never see you again. You were too good for Hell, too pure for Heaven, but that didnāt stop him from exerting every option available to find a single sign of something undeniably you
ā¢ There was no way you would recognize him in this state, he hardly could himself and it only got harder as the days stretched into eons. Heās long forgotten his old self, name included
ā¢ Be it his devotion or a miracle, he cared not for which was responsible, one hellish day a familiar pair of eyes met his and he knew
ā¢ Confident his empire wouldnāt crumple without him, Zestial disappeared for weeks. And in any case it wasnāt uncommon for him to slink into the shadows, leaving everyone on edge for his inevitable return
ā¢ When he eventually emerged it was with you beside him, a very obvious claim shining around your ring finger
ā¢ Never did he get tired of the overwhelming joy that gripped his soul seeing the ring on your finger. The list he thought would forever be incomplete now contently filled out and lied to rest
ā¢ Now, sitting by the lime green fire with you enveloped in his cape, you reveal youāre plagued by such thoughts?
ā¢ Why did he wait for you? Why did he look for you? Why did he marry you?
ā¢ āBeloved, ask not such a foolish thing. Life was cruel without thee and death brought no relief. Only thou could fill the cracks of my mind, body and soul. If I should forget it all again, well, doth would be a measly price to pay if only to save room in my mind for you.ā
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ā°(*Ā“ļø¶`*)āÆā” after rewatching zestialās scenes iām tweaking the way he speaks. i hope you donāt mind me inserting my zestial agenda aha! enjoy and thank you!
HELP! I stumbled upon a post wherein they theorized that the silhouettes of Lilith that we saw throughout the show was actually Eve! And I can't stop thinking about it.
Like it could be possible that Eve is the one that holds Alastor's soul because thoughout the series, we never saw anything about Eve and with Lilith in heaven for over 7 years, Eve could be roaming around hell and stumbled upon Alastor who is weak after his encounter with Vox and he could have made a deal with her to save his life.
Of course, there's a lot of plot holes but it's worth running my head around it.
Imagine an Human! Alastor x reader where reader fell first but alastor fell too late, Where reader is a very bubbly, sweet nature person that happened to heard Alastor radio program once and fell in love with it then stumbling upon him on the place where mimzy performs. From then on, they constantly approach him and proclaiming their love for the radio host until he snapped at them to stop. Few months went by and he denies the fact that he longs for their constant bugging and warm affection and as he work his mind out how to approach the reader again, he unfortunately died in the hunting ground after being shot and torn to shreds by the dogs. Upon hearing the news about alastor's unfortunate demise, the reader fell into depression and unalive themselves through the grief. Sentenced to fall in hell for taking their own life, there she stumble upon the infamous hotel for redemption and there they found the very man/deer that holds their fragile heart. Not wanting to miss another chance, alastor took the reader away and confess his feelings(as best as he could) and they're happily ever after.....
