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âPleeeease?â He counters. His eyes are large, his lashes batting at you hugely. You realize three unfair truths in this moment.
One. Lucifer is beautiful. Youâve always thought this, a striking reality that never leaves your mind whenever you think of him. Now you know it more than ever as his little forked tongue peeks through his pouting lip.
Two. You would do anything for him. If he asked you to strip in the arctic, you would. If he asked you to jump off a balcony, you would, certain he would catch you.
Three. You may be irrevocably and hopelessly in love with him. No one has ever made you feel as you do with Lucifer. The safety he provides is unmatched, the gentle way he settles your heart, and winds it up in the same breath.
Epic the musical fic rec!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62380480/chapters/159622327
Odysseusâs chest tightens, wrenched with a sudden rush of fondness so fierce, it overwhelms everything else around him. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him, he thinks it may be the easiest thing in the world to do so.
or oneshot stories that are mostly an excuse to write odysseus internally (and externally tbh) monologuing about how much he loves his son and his wife. itâs several love letters in a trench coat.
This fic is so sweet it make me melt!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58201825
âYouâve grown desperate.â
Maybe so. Most definitely so. Odysseus did not have the means to deny it.
âFight me,â he said again, his chest heaving with breath that felt insufficient, drawing in salt and sweat and the tang of blood.
Zeus seemed to consider this for a momentâthough Odysseus feared heâd made his decision on what to do with him the moment golden blood had been spilled. The gods were petty, grudge-holding folk, and Odysseus had already stirred up enough trouble to warrant a thousand divine punishments. He had nothing to gain. He knew this. And yet, when making the choice between giving in and fighting until he couldnât anymore, there was not a part of him that was willing to go gently to his end.
âVery well,â said the Lord of storm and thunder and crushed Odysseus in his palm.
This series is so fascinating! It really explores something I always wanted to see, if Ody got back earlier.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63797587
In one world, Telemachus turns from Antinousâs stilled fist to see a goddess. In this one, a bloodied spirit greets him instead, grin twisted. His faded toga is ripped, his skin underneath covered in grisly blunt-force wounds. His beard is wild, and his eyes even more so.
âWhatâs- Whatâs happening?â Telemachus stammers, stumbling backwards.
âIs your plan to just stand around?â the spirit asks nonchalantly. He studies Antinousâs figure, a dark light in his eyes. âI suggest you fight back, son.â
This fic is so captivating I adore it!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65413630
The world is a whirl of blood and screams and misery, and then it is quiet. Telemachus stares at the blood-drenched man before him in awe. âFather?â
âDaughter,â the man breathes, and Telemachusâs heart drops like a stone in his gut even as he smiles back. Right. Yes. Of course.Â
This fic is so pure! Ody loves his family so much it makes me cry.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62795842/chapters/160771048
âI have another boy at home,â the wistful king murmured, his words leaving his lips with the burdensome weight of memory. âMuch older than you by now⊠the last I saw him, he wasnât yet half your size. But he lives very far from here, on another isle across the sea.â
His own eyes stared back at him, unreactive to his words. His son was just an infant, but Odysseus realized that even if he were of rational age, he couldnât possibly understand what he was saying. The child didn't know what existed beyond the idyllic, gilded shores of Ogygia. He didn't know of smiling people, and kingdoms, and war. The glittering isle had consumed the entirety of his life. Odysseus felt his grip around him tighten.
âYou won't die on these shores, boy of mine. I swear it on my life.â
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An alternate universe in which Odysseus unwillingly has a child with Calypso.
This fic tore me apart emotionally. It really had me on the edge of my seat as I continued to read!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65216692/chapters/167759680
As Ares falls deeper into his silence, he grows to love Athena. She is a good half-sister, he thinks one day centuries after the last sentence heâd ever spoken, when they meet on opposite sides of the battlefield and he brings his sword down on her shield. She will do well for herself, after he fades, and it is perhaps not so astonishing that this thought brings him some comfort.
It is madness, he knows, loving the weapon of your downfall. Loving the one who wields it. But war is madness, and Ares is war, and if he must die in the way immortals do, he would not like to be destroyed by anything lesser.
I think this fic is so amazing! I really love the dynamic between Ares and all the other gods.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60508891
He basked in the newly found silence that rang in the palace halls. And although it hurt to be apart from his father, Telemachus understood he would need time.
But as the boy ate, sometimes with a book in his hands, he began to notice a pattern.
Day by day, his father peaking out from behind the doorframe leading into the dining hall.
Watching him eat.
~~~
Or, Telemachus and Odysseus rant about how much they love each other and Ody likes to watch his son eat.
This fic is so sweet! I think their dynamic is so heartwarming.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65848852
âYou look just like your father.â
For as long as Telemachus could remember, those words seemed to have followed him since his birth. He heard them traded among the court, the servants, the townsfolk â Mama had even told him, once, that it had been her first thought when he was born, that he was undeniably his father's son.
He had always delighted in that title. Odysseides, the son of Odysseus â even if he had far too few memories of his father to truly remember what he was like.
(The four times Telemachus was compared to his father, the one time his father compared him to his mother).
Love Tele being both his parent's child! I definitely think he takes after them both.
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Telemachus falls ill, for the first time since his father returned. Thatâs fine, heâll just isolate himself, as he always does when heâs sick. Why should it be any different when his fatherâs home? âŠeven though deep down, part of him does really want his dadâŠ
Odysseus doesnât quite know how to handle it- but damn if heâs not going to try to shower his stubborn boy with care.
This fic is so good! I love Ody worrying over his boy, its so sweet.
Lucifer x Reader Fic Recommendations!
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One day you find a baby duckling on its own, assuming it is lost and alone. You selflessly decide to bring the duckling home with you and care for it, unaware that you brought home the devil in disguise.
This one is so sweet I adore it! The first one I read and so special to me.
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You come world of glittering soirées, forbidden passion, and deadly secrets. As a socialite trapped in a cruel marriage, you found solace in the arms of a captivating stranger, a man who made you feel truly alive⊠until your husband took that life from you.
Now, nearly a century later, you find yourself at the Hazbin Hotel, haunted by memories of stolen kisses and whispered promises. When you cross paths with him againâ and find that your mysterious lover had been none other than Lucifer Morningstar himselfâyouâre left reeling. Did you mean nothing to him, or has time erased what once burned so fiercely?
I love the tension in this one and how they come back together, so thrilling!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75282321/chapters/197418231#workskin
You know Lucifer must be embarrassed. He has to be. And you are going to go comfort him! Really, you are. But you're also maybe going to watch the video of him threatening Vox maybe three or four more times first because he looked so hot doing it that you think you might be drooling.
âŠDo you think he would be willing to have angry sex with you about it? To vent his feelings, of course. No other reason⊠Not because you find it unspeakably hot or anythingâŠ
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what it says on the tin. literally cannot get more explicit than that. Vox embarrasses him n yall fuck mad about it.
This one is so much fun! I really love how the reader is able to help Lucifer out and learn some things about themselves. Very sexy!
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He was cocky, proud, anxious, a dork andâŠCharlieâs dad. Not to mention the King of Hell.
You knew any hope of a love story was doomed from the start, from the moment your eyes met.
Or was it?
This series is so adorable and heartwarming! I love it so much.
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Lucifer treats his newly fallen love to a picnic and on a whim decides to expand her pleasurable horizons using the ice from the champagne bucket and the wax from the candles.
I love this fic and all the other pics by this author! You should absolutely check them out!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65759677/chapters/169354189
This fic is full of wonderful one-shots! I love how Lucifer is portrayed!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74654951/chapters/194965266
The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. And, by everything unholy, is the King of Hell lonely. He's been lonely for years. It's left him hollow, bitter, and unable to connect with the few people he cares for. With his marriage over, his daughter distant, and his reputation in tatters, what remains of his life isn't much more than a burnt husk.
Alastor, ever the cunning manipulator, has quite the scheme to take advantage of this fact. By the end of this tale, he's bound to have his favoured Morningstar seated upon her throne.
(And you're the one who's going to help him.)
I love how Lucifer and the reader interact! I'm so fascinated and its written so lovely! I'm on the edge of my seat.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65720788/chapters/169248661
In a city of sinners and second chances, you were hired to play Luciferâs fake girlfriend and found yourself entangled in something far more real than you have ever expected. Amid fireworks, confessions, and unexpected tenderness, two broken souls dare to hope for something true.
I love how they bond and come together! Very sweet and I love the backstory! Definitely check out the other fics too from this author!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58458058/chapters/148911709
Witch Heart is a third person omniscient view [Reader] fic, where a Witch is forced into marrying Lucifer and Alastor. So much chaos.Â
I adore this fic so much! I love both of these boys and this is feeding all of my obsessions. There is so much word building too its very fascinating please go read!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54626407/chapters/138420835
Aria, aka you, formerly known as the Seraphim of Song and the second seraphim created, shared a deep bond with Lucifer during their time in Heaven. However, your friendship abruptly ended when Lucifer fell from grace, and you were barred from testifying on his behalf during his trial. Believing Lucifer didn't want you there, you moved on, only to discover the truth about Heaven's actions and the exterminations of sinners many millennia later.
With Adam dead, Abel in charge of the army, and Sera drowning in her own guilt and despair after a sinner has been redeemed, you insist that you go down to Hell to help Luciferâs daughter, Charlie, with this Hazbin Hotel.
After being in the dark for so many years, you have a chance to make an impact and help mend the damage between both Heaven and Hell.
Except thereâs one detail lingering in your mind. Lucifer. It had been so long since youâd lost your best friend. Would you see him at the hotel? He wasnât super involved with it, right? No way he'd remember you if you were to cross paths. After all, it had been a few millennia.
This fic is so interesting! I love the flash backs and how it shapes the present of the mc's present. Also I love her yearning for him!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74098736/chapters/193328451
The King of Hell is a big fan. Heâs also lonely. You know this because heâs told you no less than three times, always while making excuses to interrupt your writing.
You mistake him for tragic. All that loneliness and feeling is just bait. He knows exactly how to make you lean in.
This series has very good chapters, definitely check them all out! I love how smooth Lucifer is as well as tender and cocky. So good!
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Lucifer is holed up in his room, depressed and self-pitying. Until he gets two very unexpected visitors, and has to pretend he's the healthiest and normal-est guy around.
This fic is so sweet and charming!
@tinyshyteacup has an amazing fic called One Ring Circus. I love how the relationship between Lucifer and the reader is portrayed. It's so heartwarming and I love to see they develop and bond. Lucifer is so sweet and caring!
@lucifersgirl writes many Lucifer fics! I adore how he's written!
@couldyouimagine-that has a series called to Comfort a King. Its very sweet, I love their relationship! I got butterflies from their cuddles.
@hellscribe has a collection of many characters, including Lucifer! Definitely go check her out!
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âI canât help but notice thereâs no one around. I think you know what this means.â His face was serious, his eyes dark as he gave her hand a squeeze.
Ragatha bristled, how dare he insinuate or assume her wants. What an arrogant, no good-
A packaged good was placed gently in her free palm.
âAnd I know where they keep the cookies!â Jax chirped. He dug into his own, pushing hers to her mouth as he chuckled.
Stunned, Ragatha peeled the paper away. Her cheeks burned as she quietly ate her cookie. There he was, once more fun and games as he started to make the trek back to the wings of the royal family.
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âMaomao, stop squeezing her! I donât want her to be all purple!â Concubine Loulan whined, whined. Why was this concubine whining over her?!
âIâm not squeezing, Iâm simply assessing her. Thereâs a difference.â Said Maomao, Princess of the La clan. Who currently held her chin, turning Xiaolan this way and that. Her hair was pinned ornately, Xiaolan longed to reach out and touch it. But her hands were far too sorely to ever lay upon the princess.
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NSFW!
You see it everyday. Forced to stay by his side as the days blur into weeks to months. You are his plaything. A way to entertain himself as he waits for the excitement to begin. The great king Eclipse brings you up close, peering at you as you blink through your lashes at him.
If you stand still he will soon lose interest, or so you hope. Only, he raises your skirts, a low displeased hum as you cross your ankles.
âMy king, please.â You mumble.
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You wanted Hector to experience summer properly. To finally allow himself to relax after years of not focusing on himself.
Now, you reside at Samâs family cottage, which she generously granted you access to for the weekend. Many possibilities were placed in front of you. Boating, swimming, a picturesque picnic!
The only problem, however, Hector had a fear of water.
Hector x reader fic recs!
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Now that your house is alive with a menagerie of personified objects and their hidden stories, you find an unexpected connection with Hector: the mysterious, sensual blend of voice, hands, and eyes behind the vent.
Drawn in by his unabashed affection and poetic spirit, you navigate his guarded insecurities in a delicate dance of vulnerability and desire. His relentless admiration makes it surprisingly easy to undressâboth emotionally and physicallyâin ways you never imagined yourself capable of previously.
I love how Hector is portrayed here. He's very sweet yet mischievous and playful. Definitely a must read!
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You are a princess, sole heir to the throne, living more for your charcoals and secret forest walks than the royal expectations placed upon you. When your father assigns Hectorâthe veiled knight who has sworn an unbreakable oath to remain unseenâas your guardian, you resist his constant watch. Well... not for long.
Beneath the mask and vow, Hector hides a fierce, forbidden love. His desire to care for you is constantly thwarted by his duty.
The summer solstice usually holds a week of festivities, but the arrival of suitors throws a wrench into your budding forbidden love affair. Soon, a treacherous plot threatens the kingdom, and Hector must risk everything to save you.
In a world where honor demands silence, can your love risk being unveiled?
This fic is so gorgeous! I love the setting and how tender the relationship is between the reader and Hector. I love me some protective knight Hector let me tell you.
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Five times Hector doesn't mean to kiss you, and the one time he does.
This fic is so good! Hector is a self-esteem issues king and we love him for that. This fic shows Hector's protective side well I think, with him being a bit possessive but in a very endearing way.
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Hector is a monk, utterly devoted to his scriptorium and the art he creates there. Through a crack in the wall, he meets a novice nun working in the scriptorium on the convent side.
Any kind of contact is strictly forbidden, and being found out would carry a heavy price for both of them. However, both feel drawn to one another by loneliness and a shared passion for art.
How will they manage to suppress desire and live the chaste life they had envisioned for themselves?
This fic is so creative and intriguing! The skin is so beautiful and really helps to draw you in. I love the yearning and tension between Hector and the reader.
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Hector is an important, and anonymous, member of a powerful mob syndicate. What started as as assignment to keep you safe turns into a deep longing for you. Unfortunately, you've seen something you weren't supposed to, and he's been instructed to handle that.
I love the feel of this fic. Hector is so devoted and in pain, its delicious!
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Funnily enough, for a man who claimed he lived solely for your pleasure, he sure has some strong feelings about being denied his own.
How can you convince your newly human air conditioner to stop stealing your shampoo?
I love the very soft, fluffy feel of the reader and Hector enjoying life after realization. They play off of each other very well and its so sweet! I love fics about them after realization together.
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You're a newly folded paper airplane that gets caught up in Hector's grate. He's a little surprised with the sudden encounter but does his best to help, and you seem very trusting and sweet... Though he insists you're impressive (and pretty), you're rather clumsy, and keep getting stuck with him. A friendship blooms, and you're the first to show him love, and that his efforts are highly appreciated even by other objects.
This fic is so wonderful. Hector learns to love himself as well as the reader within the love they find in each other. A tender must read!
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Your new roommate is cute. Very cute. You decide to try your best to be chill about it. Let's see how long that lasts.
This fic is so cute! I love Hector's confidence, and the crush they both have on each other. Very sweet!
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Hector reminisces on all the little things that made him fall in love with you before you even knew he existed. Yearning ensues.
I love the slow burn of this fic. Its very soothing to read and everything flows so well. I find myself drawn in by how well its written and how nicely everyone is portrayed.
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The year is 1800 something, England. You have just inherited the Valdivian estate of a distant uncle of yours. However, due to law and you being a woman, you cannot publicly claim the house as your own; otherwise, you'd be forced into a marriage with no input of your own, so you must remain inside as often as possible to avoid word getting out. Thankfully, the servants of the house are a friendly bunch, ensuring your solitude is anything but lonely. However, letters of love started appearing in your window from a secret admirer. You aren't sure who it could be, but you have taken a liking to the attention. But even as your heart leans toward your mysterious poet, your gaze keeps straying to another. A timid chimney sweeper who can scarcely meet your eyes, let alone speak a word, yet something in his awkwardness charms you. The more he recoils, the more you find yourself drawn in, unbeknownst to the secret he holds.
This one is so interesting! I love the setting and the roles of each character. The reader is very intriguing and Hector is portrayed so nicely! He's very caring and earnest, so good!
These are just some of my favourites, there are many more. I adore how creative everyone is with their stories and art!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/70129791
Hector feels his lips quirk up, gazing at your warm cheeks. Only he can bring out this side of you, guide you into a trance with his words. You inch closer to his grate.
Hector is about to warn you, except you yawn, causing the stool beneath you to stir.
It happened so quickly, too fast for Hector to stop it. You cry as you twist, missing the hands he offers as you descend. His heart lurches at the thud of the stool, your hip hitting it as the rug digs into your arm.
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âI accept! Iâm sorry.â
Hector chuckles darkly. He runs a hand through your hair, his lips finding your ear. He nips the soft shell, only drawing back when you cry out.
âNot yet you arenât, but you will be.â
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Hector embraces you, whispering words of thanks in your ear as he places you onto Betty. You are content, lethargic from the bath and full from a hearty supper. Hector captures this moment of you in his mind. He will think back on it days from now, months, years. What a shame it would be for someone to ruin it.
âMy darling,â Hector whispers.
You're not asleep, simply curled beside him.
âYes baby?â You peep one eye open.
He runs a finger down your arm, stretching it up and down as you shiver. Once, he could command a gust of air so strong you would quiver, goosebumps rising to your skin. Now, all he has is his voice. Hector hopes it will aid him in his task.
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Jax x Ragatha mermay!
So, youâve never?âŠâ Jax was sprawled on the rocks, watching as Ragatha set about attempting a fire.Â
âNot really, no. Papa always thought it was dangerous.â She struck her stones together, the rocks clicking but never quite sparking.Â
âI couldnât imagine not swimming. I think Iâd rather die than be on land.âÂ
Ragatha paused her ministrations, finally looking at him. His lips drew up, grinning as she sighed.Â
âConsidering you would die, I donât think youâd like that, no.âÂ
Ragatha laughed as he sank down, drawing water into the land they sat upon. His fins shined as he flipped, waving as he reappeared. Ragatha lifted her feet to avoid the splash he sent her way.Â
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Hector x reader!
Hector continued on, cupping a hand to your now reddening cheek. âMy moon, my sun, if you find yourself in peril, come to me right away. I will do anything to soothe you.â
You tugged insistently on his hand in protest. âYeah, you like to soothe me alright.â
Another laugh as he pinched your cheek. âI mean it though. Tell me if something is wrong.â Hector spoke firmly, his dark eyes boring into yours.
âI will,â you answered. Your arm rested behind your back, two fingers crossing together.
Hector x reader!
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âI accept! Iâm sorry.â
Hector chuckles darkly. He runs a hand through your hair, his lips finding your ear. He nips the soft shell, only drawing back when you cry out.
âNot yet you arenât, but you will be.â
Mermay Bunnydoll!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66317314
There, along the side of the ship, a long dorsal fin lifted, almost taunting in its nature as it swam beside the ship. The tail rose, purple in colour as it danced around. Ragatha wanted to get closer, to see this mesmerizing creature, to discover, but a hand pulled her back.
âRagatha?! Are you okay?â Pomni had asked, hands placed firmly on her shoulders.
However, Ragatha never took her gaze off the sea. Instead, she shook Pomni off, lowering her head to see. But there was nothing there. Just an endless vastness, calling for her to explore. In her haste, her locket fell, below into depths she could not cross. She allowed Pomni to pull her back this time, purple swirling in her mind.
Shield me Away Chapter 2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61816513/chapters/167956849#workskin
Beatrice was settling into her new role. She became something of the group hunter. Luring in their kill as another member took the final blow. There would always be praise given to her. A hair ruffle here, a kiss there.
Sometimes, when it was late at night, Ange would keep her up. Sheâd dangle the pieces of meat to her lips, goading her until Beatrice finished the whole thing. Charlotte would carry Beatrice into the river, giggling as she dropped them both into the cold water.