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LGBTQA+ reader

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Yandere

Hazbin/Helluva crossovers!

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Multi part fics

Hit the ground running

╰┈➤summary: You fall from heaven, straight onto the property of the King of hell. He’s actually just a silly little guy? Bam you cure his depression and he accidentally adopts you. Then you find Alastor, your dad from when you were alive. Yay two dads! pt1 pt2

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Hit the Ground Running

Pt1 Pt2 pt21/2(u r here!) next>>

Lucifer x Teen!GN!reader

ALL MY X READERS ARE PLATONIC

Characters: Lucifer, Special guest Eden da snek, Mentions of Belphegor... yeah it's basically just Luci and reader.

Warnings: uhhhhhh insomnia idk basically nothin 🤷

ANNOUNCEMENT: Hello dear readers. I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE WTF?????? I just wanted to let y'all know that i really want this story to continue moving forward SO, i will be doing main parts as well as 1/2 parts like this one. The main parts will be all the important shit and the 1/2s will be readers time with Luci and just fun little tidbits. Feel free to drop a request for any 1/2 parts you'd like to see!

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 As time passes the two of you fall into a routine. By the start of the fourth week you’ve found his stash.

“Woah- holy shit!” You had made the mistake of opening a closet and you got buried in rubber ducks.

“What’s wrong- oh.” Lucifer skidded around the corner only to stop at the comically large pile of ducks you were stuck under. 

“Soooo you found them huh?” He chuckled sheepishly whilst beginning to dig you out. He uncovered your legs first and pulled you out.

You stared up at him, arms crossed. “Why do you have this many rubber duckies in the first place?” You squinted at him suspiciously “are you a hoarder?”

“Oh no, well… kind of. I mean, of course not! ...I design them. Yeah. Some of them are actually pretty complex though, check it out!” He grabbed a duck, “A magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck!” 

You blinked in surprise as the top hat wearing duck did a backflip in his palm. “Woooah that’s sick as fuck!” You oohed and ahhed “it would be even sicker if it could spit fire though.” 

“Ooh that’s an idea! You have to see my workshop, you’re gonna love it! Oh my gosh. We can make ducks together!” Lucifer looked like he was about to explode from excitement

“Oh fuuuuck I have so many ideas this is gonna be awesome.” You followed excitedly as he led the way to a different part of his mansion where his workshop was located. The two of you completely forgot about that huge pile of ducks in the hallway.

“Holy shit.” As you walked in you took in the room with piles upon piles of ducks in it. As well as a workbench and some blueprints and a crap ton of pictures. “Who are they?” You asked, glancing up at a portrait of Lu, a tall woman and a young girl. You already knew the answer.

He spun to look at the picture with stars in his eyes, “Oh! That’s my wife Lilith and my pride and joy Charlie! I keep a lot of pictures of them in here because I spend like… A LOT of time in here, you know?”

You had hit the nail right on the head, this was his family. “Yeah. Wow is that Charlie as a teenager?” You pointed out a smaller photo of who you assumed was Charlie with her hair died black and swooped over her eye.

“Ohhhh yeah, that was her, it’s not a phase! Phase. Very entertaining. And also scary.” He grabbed you by the shoulders, “Please tell me you’re too old for that.”

“Oh definitely! Well, probably. Maybe? …We’ll see.” You grinned giving him two thumbs up

“Well that’s just fantastamazing for me.” His fingers trailed through his hair nervously.

“ I was kidding! Maybe. So, what’s your latest design?” You let him pull you over to the workbench. He pointed at a blueprint and you squinted at it “…why is it shaped like French fries.”

“I was hungry, okay?”

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You glanced fondly at the duck on your bedside table. You had made it with Lucifer some time ago and it was so fucking cute with it’s little top hat and tie. You lovingly named him, Monsieur Quackington. You’d already bid Lucifer goodnight awhile ago and were prepared to settle into sleep. But when it came it was unrestful and plagued by your memories. You woke after awhile and stared unblinking up at the ceiling, your back ached. 

After a few hours you sat up and accepted the fact that rest wasn’t in the cards for you right now. “Fuck my life.” You muttered before stretching and traversing to the kitchen. You took a seat on a stool at the kitchen island and rested your chin in your hands.

Between the silence and the dull throbbing sensation of your back you couldn’t help but let the static feeling in your head engulf you. You don’t know exactly how much time has passed but the next thing you know the room is filled with blinding light and someone   s c r e a m s.

You lurch at the sudden noise and fall backwards off the stool. The dull throbbing explodes into a sharp stabbing sensation, then Lucifer is standing over you. His hair was messy and falling over his eyes, he looked very disheveled.

“Oh shit I am so sorry kid, I wasn’t expecting you to be sitting there and you were just staring at me-“ his hands hover as his rushed words spill out “Are you okay? Oh wow, you don’t look great. You look like shit. You look like you-”

You raised a thumbs up, “Thank you, Lucifer. I'm great, just peachy.”

An eyebrow raises in surprise, “Ooookay… do you need some help up then?”

“Nah, I’m good.” You waved a hand at him to shoo him back to whatever he’d come here to do.

“…Uh, are we sure about that? Because I don’t think laying on the floor at-“ he paused to glance at the kitchen clock, “Two forty five am looking like you’re massively hungover and got hit by a semi is the definition of good.”

“You scream like a girl.”

“Stop trying to distract me.” He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Alrighty, come on, up we go.” He heaved your limp uncooperative self into his arms.

Wow, he cares about you. You should fuck with him a bit because why the hell not. “Wow you’re pretty strong for someone so vertically challenged.”

“I'm 5'4 thank you very much. Don't distract me, I might drop your heavy ass. Why are you even up at this hour?” He frowned down at you.

There is no way you're going to burden him with your stupid problems, “I could ask you the same thing." That seemed to shut him up pretty quickly. You felt yourself starting to unwillingly relax in his hold. Well that's a problem. "Alright that’s enough of whatever this is. You can put me down now Lu.” You tugged on his sleeve.

“Nope! You’ve lost walking privileges.” He ignored your grumbling and kicked open the door to his room. “Bed or pillow fort?” 

“Why the fuck do you have a-“

“Pillow fort it is!” He finally set you down and snapped his fingers. Your pajamas disappeared and in their place was a comfy oversized sweater and criminally soft pajama pants which were covered in a duck print of course. 

“Now we match! After you.” He gestured to the large pillow fort in the corner. You crawled in and sprawled out on you back before wincing and immediately flipping back onto your stomach. The fairy lights twinkled as you pulled a pillow over. 

You squeaked in surprise, curled up in the middle of the pillow was a dusty yellow snake. It's tongue flicked lazily as it blinked up at you. “You’re so fucking adorable oh my god.” You gently booped it’s snout and it slithered onto your arm.

“Oh, you found Eden! Awwww she likes you.” Lu had crawled inside and was sitting across from you. “Okay now tell me your woes.”

“I wasn’t lying, I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep. And also my back is fucked, but it’s fine.” You waved your free hand at him dismissively, too absorbed in the cutie patootie on your arm. Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer was giving you the most incredulous look ever. He grumbled something about kids these days and settled next to you laying his hands on your upper back.

A warm golden glow filled the fort and after some minutes he pulled away. “Everyone knows fine is a cry for help. Anyways, how about some tea? My friend Bel makes the best sleepy time tea, you have got to try it!”

“Not tired.” You gazed adoringly down at Eden, but the drag of your voice was unmistakable.

“It encourages deep dreamless sleep. Trust me, I can guarantee, I drink it a lot. Be right back, I’ll grab us some!” He was gone before you could protest. 

“Do you have to deal with that all the time?” You muttered to Eden, she flicked her tongue with as much exasperation that a snake can have before slithering into your palms and nestling into them to absorb your warmth. “Yeah I thought so. Guess I’ll just have to get used to it.” You said with a sigh.

“I’m baaaaaack~ here’s your tea!” Lucifer held out a pastel yellow mug that read, duck off, on the front. “I didn’t know how you take it so I have sugar and cream if you want it.”

You took it with a shrug, “Eh this is good, I prefer it dark like my soul anyways. Wow, this actually smells good.” Eden glared up at you for disturbing her cuddle time, you shot her an apologetic look and shifted so she was snuggled against your arm.

“Do I detect surprise in your tone? I’m wounded! How dare you doubt me, I have extraordinary taste.”

“Says the guy who puts fucking cotton candy in his coffee.” You took a tentative sip of tea before chugging it after determining it was the perfect temp.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” He sipped his tea contently.

You set the empty cup on the pillow floor and frowned at him. "Yeah but like... cotton candy? You have a serious sweet tooth. After that its more of a dessert than coffee. "

"Whatever, you drink your coffee black because you think it makes you cooler don't you? I highly doubt you even like the taste, its literally so nasty."

Your eyes were starting to droop but you refused to shut them. "pfft- you're literally a child." you tugged a pillow closer and snuggled into it.

"Surrrrrre."

You felt Eden coil a bit closer as you drifted off.

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(Yandere Vox x GN!Young adult!Assistant)

!ALL MY X READERS ARE PLATONIC RN!

The request: I was wondering if could you write a platonic relationship between yandere Vox x young!adult!GN!reqder in a one-shot?The reader are introverted and they work for Vox (bacause the Hell is the Hell and they need a job for having money) and Vox starts to take a liking to the reader that he begomes that kind of overprotective uncle/dad (no sexual thing, of course)? Thank and have a good day -anonymous 1/1/26

Characters: Vox, Valentino, Ethan, Angel Dust (all platonic)

Warnings: Vox being over protective and manipulative. It’s not much of a Yan he’s kinda just annoying

While alive you weren’t exactly the best human out there. So it wasn’t a surprise after you died to wake up to a red and black sky. Hell. At first you were excited, you had died earlier in life than you’d expected but you were gonna make the most of it. 

     “What the fuck do you mean, I still have to pay taxes? This is bullshit! We are in hell for fucks sake!” 

     The person behind the desk shrank back at your tone, glancing nervously at the gashes your fingers had made in the desk. 

     “I-I’m just the messenger, please don’t hurt me? Uhm, if you don’t start paying your fees then we’ll be forced to… come and- take your assets as payment.” The imp cowered.

     You took a breath, “sorry. I was just surprised, yeah I’ll go find a job.”

     The imp sighed in relief and handed you some papers and brochures. “I knew I shouldn’t have taken a job in the pride ring.” The imp sighed as they watched you walk out.

     You took the papers to your current place of residence, a cardboard box in a nearby alley. Turns out you need money in hell too, honestly it’s not much better than earth. Other than the fact you could go out in the street and randomly stab the shit out of a random sinner and nobody would bat an eye.

     But apparently it’s frowned upon to steal government property and commit tax evasion, you smile humorlessly at the thought before laying out the brochures and papers on your luxurious cardboard floor. Two of them caught your eye, the first was for a Hotel of some sort, and the second was for something called the V tower. 

     You skimmed over them both and caught the word redemption on the hotel one. Immediately you shredded it. This is hell, you wanna have some fun while you’re here, not try and redeem yourself for your vast multitude sins. Which left one option.

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     The next day you found yourself in front with of V tower trying to ease your nerves before deciding, fuck it, and entering. The first thing you noticed was, holy shit there is a ton of people in here. Trying not to let your nerves show you walked up to the front desk, “ Hi, I’m here to apply for the-“ 

As soon as you started you were cut off by the receptionist, “take a seat.” She waved over to some chairs.

You bit your tongue to stop from snapping at her and mumbled a half-assed thank you before plopping down into a seat next to a dog-looking guy. He gave you a nod in greeting before continuing to ignore you. Which you didn’t mind because socializing with other sinners wasn’t a top priority of yours.

     Within five minutes everything has gone to shit. People are running around screaming as some rando tears shit apart and eats people. You sat with sipping the shitty complementary coffee, and apart from occasionally getting a splatter of blood near you, you managed to stay out of it.

     You felt a crackle of electricity and a TV head guy suddenly appeared from a nearby screen making you internally jump. 

      “What in the ever loving fuck, is going on down here? All the noise is fucking up the news broadcast.” The man scowled. Vox took one look at the situation and beckoned the receptionist. “Have them removed. Now.” He snapped 

     “Right, of course, right away sir.” She nodded and cautiously made her way over to the out of control sinner. “ I am going to need you to leave the premises-“ the Sinner turned on her and snarled, she jumped back but not quick enough. The room was filled with another shriek and then a sickening crunch.

     The TV guy sighed, “I have to do everything myself don’t I?” He muttered before using cables to hold down the sinner and stare into their eyes. After a few seconds of whatever the hell that was the sinner slumped to the floor and shrank back to a more human-ish form.

      When Vox scanned the room for someone to get rid of the sinner he spotted you. Quite the sight you were, sitting in the middle of the chaos sipping coffee from a styrofoam cup. He was intrigued and made his way towards you.

      “Who are you and what brings you do Vee tower?” 

     “I’m in need of a job and money because apparently I have to pay taxes I’m the afterlife too. I heard this was the place, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And you are?” You stuck out a hand in offering.

     “Ah a fresh soul. The name is Vox, and the pleasure’s all mine.” His grin widened into something more cunning as he shook your hand. “Welcome to hell dear, I like your attitude. Let’s take this appointment up to my office and see what we can do about your lack of income hmm?” 

     He led the way to the elevator, ignoring the messy lobby behind him.

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     Vox groaned as his phone rang again. Making you his assistant was the worst idea he ever had. Your quiet and reclusive mask absolutely disappeared when it was just the two of you. Reluctantly, he picked up his phone and answered. 

     “What the fuck do you want, IT’S SIX AM YOU HEATHEN.” He shouted into the microphone 

     “Don’t take that tone with me bitch, it’s not my fault you drank way too much last night after I fucking told you there was an Overlord meeting today at seven thirty. But NOOOOO ‘I’M a VeE i DoN’t GeT hUnGoVer’ get your ass out of bed I’ll be at the tower in fifteen.”

      He hated that you weren’t afraid of him. It’s one of your worst qualities. “FINE. And I don’t sound like that. Meanie.” 

     “Cry me a river.” And then a dial tone.

     “Did they just fucking hang up on me? Bitch.” He dropped his phone back on the nightstand and reluctantly got out of bed with a groan. 

     Giving you a phone was definitely a mistake, but when he heard you didn’t have one, he wanted to be able to contact you at all times- just in case he needed something. Definitely no other reason. It’s not like he cares about you or anything…

     He’s dressed and waiting in his office, it has been thirty minutes you’ve never been this late before. Five minutes at the latest. His foot taps restlessly as he contemplates calling you then door opens and you walk in, shoes clicking on the floor.

     “Where the fuck were you? I’m a busy man you know, I don’t have time to waste.” He stood, passing you his briefcase. 

      You took the briefcase and ushered him out the door, muttering something into your headset before turning to answer him, “Don’t get your panties in a twist, there was a line for the bathroom we’re still on time. Will your associates be joining us this morning?” 

     “I wasn’t- ugh. Val is coming but Velvette has shit to do.” Vox crossed his arms 

     You turned away to talk into your headset some more while you led the way to where the limo was parked downstairs. As you were helping Vox get situated Valentino made his first appearance of the day with a drained looking Angel Dust in tow. 

     Poor Ethan was cowering behind his clipboard while getting cursed out. Vox watched you take a deep breath, put on your game face, and step towards Val. 

     “Hellish morning Valentino, I was informed that you were joining us for the meeting today. I’m sure this conversation is quite important but if we don’t step up the pace we are going to be late. Now, is there anything i can help you with before we leave?” Val’s gaze turned to you, Ethan momentarily forgotten. 

     “Oh, you. Mmmm no. I’m ready.” 

     “Great, the car is over there. I’m sure Vox has saved you a seat.” You gestured to the limo. 

     At his name Vox waved from the window and Val quickly made his way over. You stood near Ethan and Angel for a moment and let out a long breath. 

      “Fuuuuuck my life. This is not gonna be a fun car ride. Thanks for grabbing Valentino for me, I owe you one.” You almost cried when Ethan handed you a coffee, “actually scratch that I owe you like… ten million you’re a lifesaver.” 

      Ethan smiled, “You don’t owe me anything, we’re in this together. Good luck with the overlord meeting. Looks like you’re gonna need it.” He grimaced and glanced over your shoulder at the limo. He gave you a sympathetic shoulder pat, handed you his clipboard and left. 

     You glanced over it before looking up at Angel, “do you need a ride home? We can drop you off on the way back. You can have the front seat, I don’t mind.” 

     “Nah, I’m good. See you around toots, Val’s in a nasty mood today so i’d tread carefully if I were you.”

    “Thanks for the heads up, get some rest Angel.” You waved at him before walking towards the limo.

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     “Wow. That meeting was absolute shit. I can’t believe my hard earned tax dollars are going towards building another useless industrial building what the fuck.” 

     “Oh ew, if there’s one thing we don’t need it’s more factories.” You could hear the disappointment in Ethan’s voice. “At this rate Carmine industries is going to own every industrial building in Pentagram city.”

     “Ugh I know, soon we’ll all be factory workers. I am soooo not looking forward to that.” You paused at a knock on your front door, “Oop- one sec, my food is here.” Held the phone away from you, as you went to answer the door. 

     Out of all the things you were expecting to see, Vox was not on the list. He opened his mouth to say something, but you slammed the door shut.

 “EthanEthanEathanVoxisamyfrontdoorwh atthefuckamisupposedtodo-“

     “You’re on your own with this one buddy, good luck.” And then he hung up. 

     “Fucking bitch.” You sigh before going to re-open the door, “Heeeeeeeey boss. What are you doing here? And also why?” 

     Vox was frowning now, arms crossed, “you actually live at this shitty motel? I thought I paid you better than that.”

     “Hey, it’s better than where I used to live. I also have to pay for other stuff and- ANYWAYS. Why are you here and what will make you leave.” You flash a smile, but didn’t move from you spot in the doorway.

     “Well originally I was going to ask what the fuck was up with you today, but now I’m here to tell you you’re moving.” His tone very clearly said this wasn’t up for debate.

     “What.” 

     “Well yeah, I can’t have my personal assistant living… here.” He frowned distastefully at a two roaches scurrying across the floor between you two and tried his best not to grimace. “Besides, I have like… a ton a spare rooms. Don’t say no, it’s not an option. Grab your shit, let’s go kid.”

     “Whatever.” You turned back into your motel room. Vox trailed in after you and took in it’s full glory. It looked and smelled like shit. The mystery stains on the carpets really brought everything together.

     “Wow. Its nasty in here, I feel poorer every second longer I stand here. Hurry up.”

     “Feel free to take your whiney ass back outside.” You muttered, shoving all your important shit into a backpack. “Hold this.” He rolled his eyes but held it nonetheless. 

     Just then there was a knock at the door and you dropped the shit you were holding, “Yay my food’s here!”

     Vox sighed, it’s gonna be a long night.

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     “Hey you!” You flinched back as a microphone was shoved in your face, “You’re Vox’s personal assistant right? What can you tell us about-“ 

     “They’re not taking questions right now.” Vox’s hands rested on your shoulders and yanked you back. You glared up at him,

     “I told you I didn’t want to come to this unveiling, there’s waaaaay too many sinners here. Can I go now? This is just the after party.” Usually you’d be behind the scenes during one of these events and then gone before the party starts, but Vox said he wanted you near him this time so here you are. Attached to his hip.

     “You’re fine.” He glanced down at you and noticed the way you shifted nervously, “…ten more minutes and you can go back to your room okay? I just need you incase of-“ his eyes darted behind you, before he yanked you closer. “Hey, fuck off. I said they’re not answering questions.” His eyes narrowed at the reporter, watching them slink away.

     “Actually, you can go. Do you need an escort? I can get someone to walk you to our floor.” He started scanning the room for someone to call over.

     “I think I can go up an elevator by myself Vee.”

     “Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to. Besides like you said, there’s a lot of sinners here.” His gaze flicked across the large room full of wealthy sinners and overlords.

“Look, clearly I’m distracting you from your actual job, maybe it would be better if i just did my usual thing and-”

He didn’t even bother to let you finish, “Nope. Out of the question. You have to be where I can see you. At all times.”

“You can already see me at all times you have eyes literally everywhere.” You crossed your arms and glared up at him. Who the fuck does he think he is, treating you like a toddler. You’re a grown ass adult.

He frowned at your defiance, sure it could be entertaining at times but he doesn’t have the patience for it right now. “Don’t be difficult, just stay with me for a few more minutes or go back to your room right now. I don’t have time to keep you out of trouble.”

“Am I gonna have to talk to random people if I stay?”

Vox was well aware of your disinterest towards socializing with random people, “Of course not. Just stay close and let me know when you’re leaving.”

Five minutes into you following him around Ethan came up and started asking you a few questions on how to work the lighting. Vox truly tried to focus on his own conversation but couldn’t help listening into yours when Angel Dust joined the two of you.

Ethan must’ve said something funny because both you and Angel were laughing. It was like you three were friends or something. He felt a twinge of jealousy.

“Uhhh Mr. Vox? Do you agree with me or no?” His attention snapped back onto the sinner he was talking to.

“Sure, that sounds right.” He waved them off and made his way towards you. You had opened your mouth to speak just as he walked up.

“I changed my mind, we’re leaving.” When he saw your confusion he almost felt bad for interrupting whatever you were about to say next.

That was until Angel dust hugged you and punched your shoulder lightly. “See ya tomorrow sweetheart, don’t work yourself too hard.” And Ethan gave you a simple wave.

You were a bit surprised when your boss grabbed your arm and all but dragged you away from them. “Okay- what the fuck is up with you?” You yanked your arm from his hand as soon as you reached the elevator. “You’ve been weirder than usual all day.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about kid.” He denied it and wouldn’t look down at you after pressing the button for his floor.

“I’m a grown ass adult Vee, I pay my stupid taxes, I have a job, and I am too sober to deal with whatever the hell is going on in your dumb circuits right now. You just about shredded that poor HVAC guy when he asked me for directions yesterday, you’re always near me, why?”

He let out a chuckle as the elevator dinged and he stepped out, “You claim to be an adult yet here you are throwing a little tantrum about me. Can you chill out?”

You hesitated for a moment, there’s no way you’re just going to let this go. You storm out of the elevator, “No, I can’t fucking chill out! You’re always watching me, always following me, you show up literally everywhere! Why did you even let me work for you if you aren’t going to let me do my damn job!”

“Such a dramatic little display. I’m just looking out for you, because I care about you, you know?” He patted your head condescendingly before sitting down on the couch. He paused for a moment, “let me ask you something, why do you hang out with the fish and the whore?”

You were taken aback for a moment, “Don’t call him that. Mostly because they understand what it’s like to deal with you three shitheads all the time. Besides, it’s nice having friends.”

He scoffed at the last word, “you don’t need play friends. You have me.”

A concerning thought crossed your mind, “… Vox, if I left right now, what would you do.”

“Well firstly,” his voice became a bit staticky “you wouldn’t.” Then it cleared, “Besides, you wouldn’t get far. Like you said, I have eyes everywhere.”

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Hi, I was wondering if could you write about Husk (if he is one of the character that you can write) x young!adult!reader (platonic of course)? The reader are introverted, but they work to the hotel as waiter for helping Charlie and Vaggi. And after a stressful day with some rude guests (one of them yelled that reader are useless as waiter), they are in their room, trying to hold anger and the tears swell the eyes. With Husk who tries his best to comfort the reader.

Thank you and have a good day

Ahhhh my first request!!!! Thank you anon, I had a lot of fun writing this! As someone who works in food service I can definitely relate to this because rude costumers are the WORST. hope you enjoy! :)

     “I’ve got a long Island, two harder daddy’s, and a couple other things, it’s all on the ticket. You got them?” Husk handed you a tray full of drinks as you nodded.

     Ever since you’d showed up on the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel all you’ve wanted to do was help in any way you were able. Charlie and Vaggi had given you a shelter, support, and a home. In return you gave them your everything. 

     Recently more sinners had been coming to the hotel, trying their hands at redemption. Usually you were tasked with helping Husker out with the bar. Wether you’re coming up with drink ideas or delivering items to patrons, you always tried your absolute best. 

     Husk would never admit it out loud but he… tolerated you. You were good at following instructions, and actually pretty skilled at most things, even if you were kinda reserved most of the time. You’re  like a little shadow, he smiled fondly as he watched you walk away with the tray of drinks. 

      You glanced at the ticket on the tray as you traversed the parlor. You’d never minded being a waiter for Husk, it was easy enough and you have the experience for it. You delivered drinks with a customer service smile. 

      “Here you are, sir. Please let us know if you need anything else.” The guy thanked you and you continued on your way.

     As you weaved through the sinner filled room, delivering drinks, you forgot about something important. Watching where your feet are going. You tripped on a tail of some sort, and spilled the three remaining drinks on your tray all over yourself. Perfect.

     The owner of the tail spun around with a scowl, “Watch where you’re going bitch! You’d better hope my drink wasn’t on that tray.”

     Any sort of guilt you had felt for stepping on the demon’s tail dissipated instantly when you heard their tone. “Right, well I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you. I’m sure your drink will be out shortly.” You said flatly, picking yourself up off the ground. Brushing the tray off you headed back to the bar.

     “Hey Husk, I need another Manhattan, an HD and a Lemon Drop please.” You announced as you set down the tray. 

     “Didn’t I just- oh.” He stopped short as he took in your appearance. “You good kid?”

     “Yep.” Currently you were trying to ignore the sticky feeling of your alcohol drenched shirt.“Wasn’t watching where I was going, sorry.”

     “No apologies necessary.” He hands you a new tray with drinks, “can you take these? I’ll have the other ones done when you get back.”

     “Sounds good.” You started out again, being a bit more careful this time. You’re having the absolute time of your life handing out drinks, not. And that’s when a rando walks up to you, completely ignoring the fact that you’re trying to do your job and. 

     “Hey can you guys make a-“ the sinner rambles on about some complicated cocktail and you have no fucking clue what half of the shit she said was.

     “Sorry ma’am, i don’t think we can do one of those. There’s some menus by the bar with the items we have, we’re also running some-“ the lady cut you off.

     “Okay, thanks for nothing I guess.” And sauntered away to hopefully get hit by a car. What who said that. You take a breath to pull yourself together and continue on your mission to deliver these beverages. 

     One drink left on your tray and of course it’s for that person whose tail you tripped over. “Hello again, your drink is here. Please let us know if you-“ 

     “Yeah yeah, took you long enough.” They cut you off and snatched the drink out of your hand, taking a sip. “Eugh, this tastes like shit. I want a refund.” 

     “…the drinks are free.” You deadpanned 

     “Well I’m never gonna get those five seconds back, what a waste of time. Isn’t the costumer always right?” They scoffed 

     “Yeah, except when they’re not. Feel free to order another drink if that one is not satisfactory. Have a nice day.” You turned on your heel without another word and went to collect your next tray from the bar. 

     Nine drinks were expertly balanced on your tray. Until they weren’t anymore. 

     “Oh hey that’s my drink!” Someone had said before snatching it from your tray and causing the other eight to spill all over yourself, and the ground. Now you glare daggers at the dumbass who spilled everything.

     “What the actual fuck. Why would you even-“ 

     The sinner with clearly no survival instincts interrupted you, “Woah now buddy, don’t try and blame me for your mistakes. Clearly you’re really shitty at your job. Who drops eight drinks all at once? You’re fucking useless as a waiter.” 

     You took a breath, and walked away. Ignoring the yelling from behind you. You walk over to the bar. 

     “Hey kitty, my shift is over in ten minutes I’m just gonna leave early.” You call to Husk.

     He scowls at the name, handing you your phone from where you had left it behind the bar, “I fuckin told you not to call me that-“ the scowl dropped when he saw you, “What’s with your face, what the hell happened?”

     You pocket your phone, “nothing important. Anyways, I’m out. Good luck.” You give him a little wave and leave before he can start asking you more questions.

     Once you get to your room you shower and throw on some comfy pajamas. You flopped into your bed, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts swirl through your head and you finally let yourself go. 

     You can’t help but think about what those shitty costumers told you today. They called you useless. Bad at your job, they were so mean. You felt the tears start to well up in your eyes, and it made you more mad. You hated that you let them get in your head. Hearing them say out loud what you’d always thought made you livid. And scared. You curl in on yourself, eyes pricking with angry tears as an unwelcome thought creeps in.

     Maybe you really are useless. 

You jolt at a knock on your door, and someone spoke up from the other side. “Hey, are you doing alright? It been awhile and you usually don’t miss one of Charlie’s exercises.” Husk. If you answer, he’ll hear how fucked up your throat is from crying. So you kept your mouth shut and pulled a blanket over your head in hopes that he would assume you’re asleep and leave.

     “Look kid, I’m not fucking stupid, okay? I can hear you moving around in there and you have five seconds before I open this damn door.”

     Clearly, Husk wasn’t going anywhere so you sighed and surfaced from under the covers, “you can… come in.” Wincing at your own voice. Immediately the door opened, then clicked shut again softly.

     “Wow. You look like shit.” He grimaced as soon as he saw you.

     “Thanks.” Sarcasm dripped from your voice as you tugged the blankets back over your head.

     “No- kid, that’s not what I meant.” He sat on the edge of your bed, “Come on, confide in your local bartender. What’s wrong?”

     Silence filled the room as you hesitated, “… just some unhappy patrons.”

     His ears laid back as he narrowed his eyes at the lump of blankets that was you, “Unhappy patrons don’t usually send you to your room holding back tears before your shift is over. What did those chuckle fucks say to you?”

     “Apparently I’m a slow and useless waiter, who needs a new job.” You chuckled dryly but the crack in your voice betrayed your true feelings. You could feel your eyes starting to sting again.

     “Hey, Shit-” Husk tugged on your blanket lightly, “Hey. You’re not useless. You’re a really good waiter, the best I’ve had the pleasure of working with.” He rolled over and pulled your blanket bundled self into an awkward hug, his wings enclosing you in a safe warm space.

      “And if anyone is telling you otherwise I will beat the shit out of them and then kick them to the curb.”

     Wet laughter bubbled out as you pulled the covers down a bit, “yeah, okay. Thank you Husk.”

     “Anytime kid.” Then he pushed you away a bit, “you need to take a fucking shower you are so sticky.”

You laughed for real this time, and it filled the room with warmth.

[iadoptparentalfigures]

okay so how about a reader who is Alastor’s great grandchild from when Al adopted a kid as an alibi. Basically reader hears about Al and looks him up and stuff and gets really REALLY interested in his history. His radio show, all his murders. Like, bro does a history report on their great grandfather for school and absolutely freaks everyone tf out. Reader finds a bunch of Alastor’s old stuff and goes through it and finds his studies on summoning demons. And then reader decides they want to meet Al so they summon him and BAM guardian demon grandpa :)

do we want this???

(Technically this could also work for Vox if we prefer that?)

[iadoptparentalfigures]

Hit the Ground Running

Lucifer x fallen angel teen!reader platonic!

pt1 pt2(u r here!) Next>>>

You’ve been with Lucifer for over a week now and you’ve come to the conclusion that you’re never going to get used to that guy. He’s so… loud. And cheery. Quite honestly it’s unnerving, everyone in heaven always acted weird and whispery whenever Lucifer was brought up. They always made him sound like a big bad villain. 

     Not exactly “bad guy” material if you ask me. You thought to yourself while watching said demon bouncing around the kitchen humming to himself while he made the two of you some pancakes. He looked like an idiot. A stupid dumb idiot who didn’t deserve to fall. What could he have done to deserve damnation. You frowned at the back of his head.

     “Allllrighty who’s ready for some pancakes! I hope you are because you’re the only other person here and I can’t eat all these by myself.” He grinned, turning towards you. He stopped short at your expression. 

     “What’s with that face? Oh fuck did you finally find my stash? it’snotwhatitlookslike-“ he stammered out before stopped him.

     “Uh, no I didn’t find any uhm… stashes. Although now I am kind of curious. No, I was just thinking.” 

     Lucifer’s head tilted a bit, “oh? What’s on your mind?” He asked as he passed you a plate of pancakes and sits across from you. 

     “I was actually wondering sir… um, why you fell. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to give me an answer.” 

     But he just shook his head, “oh that was a long LOOONG time ago. I don’t have a problem explaining it to you at all! But pancakes first, because I’m hungry. Also, drop the ‘sir’ thing. Sir makes me feel sooo old.” He grimaced 

     “Oh um… your majesty?” You tried

     “Eugh that might be worse. Nope, call me Lu or something, I don’t like titles.” He stuck his tongue out in mock disgust. “Pancake timeeee~” He grinned passing you the syrup

    After the two of you enjoyed your pancakes he took your plate and set it in the sink. You trailed after him, and he begun to yap while washing the dishes. 

     “I’m sure you’re aware of all of Heavens rules. Let me tell you, there were sooo many more rules back then. No lucifer, cows can’t be purple. No Lucifer ducks aren’t allowed to talk. Stop playing with the clouds, that’s not allowed. And so on and so forth.” He handed you the clean dishes which you dried and stacked.

     “One time I was messing around in Eden and that’s when I met Lilith. My wife.” Lu smiled softly as he thought of her, “well… I think she’s still my wife? She’s been away for seven years now. Which is kinda a long time, y’know?”

His voice got quieter, “Sometimes i wonder why she left, and where she is now. Sorry, getting a bit off topic.” He chuckled and it sounded a bit wet.      “…do you miss her?” You asked softly and he sighed, glancing down at his wedding band.

     “All the time.” He paused for a moment and cleared his throat before continuing his original story, “Anyways, after me and Lilith got together is when I fell. My heart was too prideful and I committed treason by being with Adams first wife. That’s kinda how I ended up here.” he handed you the last dish.

     “Huh. Heaven makes you sound more like a terrorist to be honest.” 

     Lucifer grimaced at your words, “lovely.” He murmured. “So kid, what’s your story?” His head tilted in question.

     He watched as your smile and laid back attitude was replaced with a tense and an uncertain expression. “I’m not sure I’m ready to unpack all that yet if I’m being honest.” 

     He changed the subject immediately, “No pressure. Let’s forget about heaven for now. What was it like for you when you were alive?” 

     You smiled softly as you recalled your life, “I’m from the thirties, my parents gave me up for adoption after I was born but apparently they were shitty people so I guess they did me a favor.” You shrugged carelessly

“ I got adopted when I was four. And I lived with my dad until the day he died. Which was when I was fourteen.” You thought about your dad, he was a great guy. He had a darker side sometimes but never at you so you had never paid it any mind.

     “I’m sorry about your dad, that must’ve been hard for you.” Lucifer gave you a sympathetic look

     You shrugged, “…yeah. Actually he’s probably here somewhere, pride was kinda his thing.”

     Wow watched in amusement as Lu’s eyebrows shot up, “You think your dad is in hell? Here? In the pride ring? Why would he be here?” 

     “He was a serial killer.”

     “A what now?” He asked flatly, giving you the most ‘are you shitting me right now’ look that you’ve ever seen.

     “Don’t look at me like that, he was still a great dad.” 

     “Right. Of course. Um… what was he like?” He nudged the topic in a different direction.

      “Oh he was lovely, very kind and generous. He had his own radio show and sometimes he’d bring me on air as a special guest. I loved it. He taught me how to play piano, and make the best jambalaya.” You sighed thinking about the past

     “Oh jambalaya is a southern thing right? Where did you grow up?” 

     “ Louisiana. Awesome area, cool swamp. Great for hiding bodies.” You nodded sagely. 

      “ Riiiiight.” He gave you a weird look. And that ended your riveting conversation about your previous life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     “Knock knock, wakey wakeyyy~ it is 1pm and also time for your healing session!” You held a pillow over your head to block everything out. Lucifer had recently started doing careful sessions on your back where your wings had been cut. But you weren’t feeling it today. You weren’t really feeling like anything.

     “Fuck off.” Came your snippy reply. Lucifer frowned at your response, he had only knew you for a few weeks now but something was definitely wrong. Usually you came out of your room by 11am at the latest. 

      “…you get ten seconds before I come in. …9 …8” he started counting down and when you didn’t respond by zero he opened the door. He scanned the room to find you crumpled up on your bed, pillow over your head. 

     “Hey, I uh… Also brought some sustenance if you want it?” Squinted up at the curtains, which were wide open and letting the red sun rays in. He went over and closed them and the room was bathed in a soft darkness. When you didn’t answer he felt a twinge of concern, “hey kid, are you doing alright?” He asked softly 

     Your sigh came quietly from under the pillow before you reluctantly exited your little hideaway. “…not really.”

     Lu frowned at that, “what’s wrong, how can I help?” 

     “You can’t. It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about what happened. It’s fucking up my sleep schedule. It won’t stop.” You couldn’t meet his gaze. He probably thinks I’m acting childish. You stared at the sheets.

     “Oh… oh fuck kid, are you having nightmares? How long has this been going on, why didn’t you tell me?” His voice dripped with sympathy, then he backtracked, “Wait no, that’s stupid. Don’t feel obligated to tell me things because I gave you a place here. You are never forced.” 

     “No, it’s fine. I should’ve told you. I just thought maybe if I ignored it they would go way, y’know?” A humorless chuckle escaped your throat and your eyes began to sting. “Fuck- fuck I’m- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“ you wiped your eyes quickly but a pair of dark grey hands caught your wrists. 

     “Hey, hey. Take a breath, it’s okay. You can cry, I’m right here if you need something. Or I can leave if you want to be alone but you can’t just repress your feelings and assume everything will be okay. You’re allowed to be a little fucked up for a bit, what happens to you was awful, you can’t just brush it off.” Wow I am a hypocrite, Lucifer thought to himself.

He watched as you silently let the tears stream freely down your face, “what do you need?” He asked softly

     You were skeptical, was he trying to get you to lower your guard so he can take advantage of you? No, you might’ve not known Lucifer long but he’d never do something like that. You came to a conclusion, The worst he could do is throw me out, right? 

     “Can I have a hug?” You threw out the words before you could rethink them.

     Without missing a beat Lu pulled you close, tucking your head under his chin. Charlie had always liked that, maybe you would too? His worries were satisfied when he felt your hands tighten on his coat and heard your soft crying and stuttered apologizes.

     As his hand rubbed your back soothingly his heart couldn’t help but feel sympathy for you. He knew what it felt like to loose everything you thought you had. 

     After sobbing out all your sadness and rage the only thing that you felt was shame. First you drop into this guy’s garden and dent his statue, then you bloodied up his couch, and you’re taking his resources and time. And now you’re bothering this random guy, THE KING OF HELL OF ALL PEOPLE with your useless, stupid stupid-

     “Kid? Hey, how are you feeling?” He spoke softly, voice full of concern. It made you sick. 

     “…like absolute shit,” you sighed as you removed your hands from Lucifer’s now wrinkled coat. You frowned, “fuck, I’m really sor-“

      “No, don’t. You’re okay. It’s fine, I seriously don’t mind. This coat is uncomfy anyways.” With the snap of his fingers the two of you were wearing oversized pink sweaters. “Ooo soft, much better.”

     You glanced down at yourself in surprise. Huh, they are really soft. You hug yourself subconsciously. Warm.

     Lucifer held a cup out to you. “Dehydration is illegal.” He said seriously. Before breaking into a grin when you took it. “Do you like the sweater? I wasn’t sure what your favorite color was so I just did pink because who doesn’t like pink am I right?” 

     You sipped the water, listening to lucifer ramble, “Holy shit you’ve been here for more than a week and I still don’t know your favorite color? Wow, I am a sucky host. Y’know, these sweaters would probably be good for rolling around in rubber ducks… I mean-! Not that it’s a thing I do, heh. That would probably be weird right-”

     “Lucifer.” His mouth snapped shut at your quiet words. “I… thank you, for everything. Seriously you don’t know how much you’ve helped me already.”

      “Awwwe, you’re gonna make me cry now.” Lu’s eyes actually teared up and he opened his arms in offering.

    You fell asleep bundled in warmth and a shit ton of pink blankets.

YAAAAY YOU MADE IT TO THE END :D let me know if we want more of this fic!

(pls ignore any mistakes I do not have a beta reader TwT)

tag list: @shaddow-darkcloud anyone else can let me know in the comments if they’d like to be added!

Thank you!!!!

[iadoptparentalfigures]

Hi, I'm the anon who ask about sibling relationship. I want to say sorry if I didn't make clear my question and the second I was talking about a character that see the reader as a sibling or a member of a family for the fact that their friendship is deep.

Thank you for the answer and sorry again if I haven't been clear

oh hi Anon! It’s no problem, thanks for clearing that up for me! and thanks for being here! Don’t forget to drink water okay? Ily :)

[iadoptparentalfigures]

Do you write even for adopting sibling or something like that (always on platonic way)?

sorry I’m not quite sure I completely understand this ask

Do you mean like one of the characters adopting the reader as a sibling? Or the reader adopting one of the character as a sibling? Either way, yes.

although my user is quite misleading I don’t just write parent/kid scenarios. Friendships are fun too!

[iadoptparentalfigures]

Do you write platonic yandere?

Short answer is yes

longer answer is, depends on how I’m feeling. If you send a request for a yan and I’m not in the mood to write for that then I won’t. The ask will simply sit there until I want to write it :)

[iadoptparentalfigures]

Your fix has captured Lucifer’s goofiness and caring nature and I love it! Thank you so much for making the fic and I do hope you continue to make it cause I’ll be following along as long as you feel comfortable making it!

Please take some flowers because you’re amazing and deserve them, please stay happy and healthy! 💐

aww thanks anon! The flowers are beautiful :)

it seems like there are a few people interested so I think I’ll be continuing it! Your kind words and support mean a lot to me

[iadoptparentalfigures]

Hit the Ground Running

Lucifer x fallen angel teen!reader platonic!

pt 1(u r here!) Next>>

NO BETA READER AND ITS TWO AM SO I DONT WANNA HEAR SHIT ABOUT MISTAKES

<3

When you fell, you thought the first thing you’d see when you hit the ground would be fire, people dying, stereotypical hell stuff. What you never in a million years expected, was to slam into a statue and tumble into the grass. You yelped when you hit the ground, clutching your abdomen with your right arm and breathing heavy. Your ears rang, you felt like you’d just been hit by a truck. A voice pierced through the noise, “hey, uh are you.. okay? Oh holy shit no, you’re not. Wow. That’s a lot of blood. Angel blood. Oh fuck-“ the voice was quite panicky. And kinda annoying. 

     You growled as soon as they stepped closer “Don’t fucking touching me, I’ll rip your arm off.”

     There was a moment of silence, and then, “Let me help you… Please.” Mystery voice ignored your threat and rested a hand on your calf. You jolted back like you’d been electrocuted, slamming your back on the ground. White hot pain burned throughout your body as the place where your wings once were made contact with the grass. Your vision went dark.

     When you regained consciousness the first thing you felt was more pain. Then, as the rest of your senses flooded back you felt discomfort. A dry sticky mouth, tight chest and burning back. As your eyes blinked open you were greeted by comforting darkness. Along with a soft surface which you were resting on, a cup of water on the side table, and an empty armchair near the other end of the couch. 

     You glanced at the liquid before reaching for it and chugging the entire glass without a second thought. Your hand shook as it held the glass so you set it back down and shut your eyes again.

     The second time you open your eyes you’re greeted by the same dimly lit room and soft couch. But this time there’s someone occupying the armchair. You can see him clearly now, blond hair, rosy cheeks, stupid hat. Who was this clown? 

     Noticing your cup from earlier had been refilled you slowly reached for it, trying not to bring too much attention to your actions. Your hand trembled as you brought the glass towards yourself and silently chugged all of the refreshing liquid. Then as you reached to set it back on the stand, pain shot up through your arm and the cup slipped from your fingertips, hitting the floor with a loud shattering noise. 

     The guy’s head snapped up immediately as you eyed the floor with a grimace. This rando let you into his home and now you’re destroying his property. What a nice way to say thank you. 

“Shit- oh I am so sorry- uh I can-“ 

     “No, no it’s okay. Just don’t move. I don’t need you to get any more injured than you already are.” He rose from his seat, conjuring a broom and dustpan from thin air. After sweeping up the shards and waving the cleaning supplies away, he turned his attention on you again.

     “Are you okay? Wait no, of course you’re not- Um what hurts the most?” His hands hovered over you, not touching yet.

     “…who are you.” 

     “Wow, straight to the point huh? My name is Lucifer, and-“ 

     He was immediately cut off “You’re Lucifer? Holy shit. You’re so short. And squishy looking. Are you pulling my leg?” Your eyes narrowed.

     “First of all, what the hell kid I’m not even that short.” He folds his arms and frowns at the floor. “And I’m not squishy looking.” He huffs.

     “Oh my- are you pouting at me right now?” You burst out laughing, clutching your waist with a groan as your ribs reminded you of their condition.

     “Oh fuck- the king of hell, is just a little guy. That’s hi-larious.” You grinned.

     He rolled his eyes, “Happy to hear you find me amusing. Now back to my earlier question, what hurts?” 

     Your smile dropped and you glanced down at yourself. “Left leg. And also, my… back.” 

     “Can I?” His hands hovered near you until you gave him the smallest of nods and he shifted to stand behind you. As he carefully unwrapped the bandages you had a staring contest with your hands.

     “I didn’t want to try healing you while you were unconscious. Your leg will be easy but your back will take multiple careful sessions so we don’t mess up the healing process of your wings.” He spoke calmly. Your hands shook.

     “A-are they… is there anything left?” You spoke up. 

     “…no. But they’ll grow back. It just takes time and character development. trust me, you’re going to be just fine kid.” 

     You hold completely still as Lucifer gently wipes your back with a warm damp rag, and then re wraps your top half with fresh bandages. Then he comes to crouch near your leg. He felt you tense up as he laid his hands on your shin, so he froze immediately. 

     “Is it… going to hurt?” You murmured, trying to hide the discomfort in your voice. 

     “No. It might tickle though. Just tell me if it’s too much okay?” As you nodded in confirmation he rested both his hand on your injured leg. A soft golden glow illuminated the room and your leg tingled. When Lucifer pulled his hands back you immediately missed the warmth, but your leg felt a hundred times better. 

     “Thanks, Lucifer.” 

     He smiled back at you, “of course.”

     You stood, ignoring the random pains, Lucifer stood with you. “Woah, woah, woah- wait. What do you think you’re doing?”

     “Leaving?” 

      He frowned “Are you insane? You need rest! Listen, I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know you but I won’t just let a kid aimlessly wander around hell. Just, stay here.”

     “I’ve been dead for almost a hundred years. I am not a child.” You seethed, arms crossed.

     “Okay well you look like a teen so you’re basically a kid.”

     “You look like a clown, does that make you one?” You snapped

     Lucifer frowned and reached into his pocket, he pulled out a red clown nose and stuck on your face. “Yes.”

     You rolled your eyes as he continued, “look, I have a ton of empty rooms. Just pick whichever one you want. I’ll take care of you until you’re back on your feet and then you can leave whenever you want, okay? And besides, it gets lonely here sometimes. I wouldn’t mind the company.” He shuffled his feet nervously.

      “Also you don’t even have to pay rent ha ha!” He said loudly, trying to break the weird tension.

     After considering for bit you sighed, “…fine. But I don’t want to be babied. Again, I’m not a child. Also, if you do anything sus I’m out, got it ?” 

     He blinks, taken aback. You actually accepted his offer to stay with him. 

“Hell yeah! New friendship unlocked!” His face breaks into a grin as he goes in with open arms only to be held back by your hands.  

     “No hugs.” 

    it can only get better from here right?

YAAAAY YOU MADE IT TO THE END

first chapter of that fic I was talking, how are we feeling fam?? Btw it’s short because this is an ✨test✨Let me know if you come up with a good name. And if we want this to continue :)

[iadoptparentalfigures]

okay so hear me out HEAR ME OUT

fallen Angel reader who was Alastor’s kid when they were alive then they get taken in by Lucifer. Reader basically cures his depression and Luci loves having a kid again. Then when Lucifer gets invited to the hotel and brings reader, they find Alastor aaand then things get awkward. AND THEN THEY GET TWO DADS

idk let me know if someone wants this ig