Feb 6
He’s due any day now, he’s just a lil tired
My new tiny Adam plush gave me energy to draw again lol
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He’s due any day now, he’s just a lil tired
My new tiny Adam plush gave me energy to draw again lol
Drawing request
The only thing they can agree on
queen adam au
Charlie: Pops, how do I hit on girls?
Adam: *opens his mouth confidently, thinks for a moment, closes it* Oh fuck, all my hetero marriages were arranged, and I was like, the only other guy on Earth.
Charlie: Dad?
Lucifer: I hesitate to generalize all women here, but I’d say to listen to her earnestly and be yourself.
Charlie: It’s Lute.
Adam: Oh shit, she’s too cool for the endearing dork method. Charlie, I hate to say it but she might be out of your league.
Charlie groans: I fucking know that already, but I want to shoot my shot before giving up completely.
Lucifer: By Lute, you mean the bloodthirsty, borderline rabid exorcist Adam picked up off the street five years ago?
Charlie: YES! God, she’s so hot when she’s fighting the urge to kill someone.
Adam: Try challenging her to a sword fight, lesbians love sword fights.
So uhm ... I had an idea..
Should i continue it?
(continued)
Part 2, part 3
After having drawn Lucifer getting ready to transform Alastor, I had a dumb idea I needed to make as its sequel
Love changes people, and in Adam's case it’s literal
Link to the previous drawing under the cut:
Molting
Hazbin Hotel tickle fic incoming!
Ler!Lucifer x Lee!Adam
Adam's wings molt due to him respawning in hell as he loses his angelic attributes. Lucifer assists in this process and Adam learns just what a ticklish process that molting really is.
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When Adam slowly began to rouse from what felt like a very long slumber, he realized that something was very, very different.
He had vague memories of his angelic death. He knew that the Hazbin miscreants must have been behind it all, somehow or another. He registered that he wasn't in pain almost immediately, which was odd considering that he still felt... off...
As he sat up, he realized he's in some filthy alleyway surrounded by derelict buildings and vehicles. There was garbage aplenty with oozing splotches of oil and blood pooling in potholes in what used to be a very old street. He peeked at the glimmery oil seeing almost an outline of himself, one that he could hardly recognize. Rather than his golden wings, he realized they were now scruffy and gray mixed with oily black feathers. He was molting.
Oh.
That made sense. Beings that were killed in previously "holy" forms would morph into more demonic like beings with... Less desirable attributes... Only if those beings were killed within the realm of hell. Adam cringed at the thought. How could he have been so careless? And had Lute and the rest of the angels abandoned him since he was no longer a holy figure?
He was still in disbelief at his smeared reflection in the oil. It was like him but it wasn't. He wasn't used to seeing himself this way. The sight of himself made him choke back a sob. The sound of an oddly familiar voice pulled him from his shaken state.
"Hey there, are you okay?" a soft voice asks.
Adam turned and was taken aback by the figure. Lucifer, the king of hell himself was looking down at him but once Adam had turned to face him, he appeared just as shocked as Adam felt.
"You?!" They spat in unison, disgust permeating the once gentle atmosphere.
"What the fuck happened to me?" Adam looked pitifully into the king of hell's eyes, his voice breaking.
And Lucifer stopped for a moment remembering when he had fallen, and how he felt the same way. He was still angry with Adam, but couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for the guy.
Lucifer looked at Adam and sighed.
"It's not as bad as you think, I promise. It's usually the shock that's the worst part," Lucifer murmered.
"You mean I'm... damned here?" Adam whispered, anger seeping into his words.
Lucifer only nodded slightly taking in the sight of Adam's sorry state. Adam's usual golden wings were now a much darker hue.
Adam had noticed as well as he looked at them in the oil pool and started weeping.
Damn Lucifer and his empathy.
"Hey, it's not so bad! Black looks sharp on you, kid," Lucifer moved to place a comforting hand on Adam's shoulder that he nearly expected the other man to jerk away from the unwelcome affection. Adam remained still.
"I wasn't supposed to die. I don't want to be stuck in this God forsaken cesspool!" Adam shouted between sobs.
"I know the feeling," Lucifer replied sarcastically, "But I make it work. Besides, be careful how you speak about my kingdom, this is my turf," Lucifer grinned darkly, still feeling a soft spot for Adam as much as he loathed to admit it to himself.
"My poor wings! They look awful!" Adam replied again, sobs lessened now, but he still was crouched in the alley, hugging his legs to his chest.
"Ah yes, you are molting!" Lucifer stated, looking at the loose feathers surrounding Adam's once glorious wings. They were shabby, greasy and in much need of being groomed.
"Molting happens after you fall, as your wing color naturally changes. The black really does look sharp, er will look sharp, once we get you cleaned up, that is!" Lucifer continued, reaching over to adjust the feathers on Adam's left wing.
What happened next shocked the both of them, as Lucifer's fingers grazed over the soft down feathers, Adam jerked away quickly.
"S-sorry," Adam mumbled shyly.
Adam was quite familiar with the sensation. It tickled like hell. His wings had always been ridiculously sensitive, something Lute discovered and constantly took advantage of whenever Adam was in a pissy mood or being so much as mildly irritating. He couldn't bear it if the king of hell discovered his weakness too.
"Did I hurt you?" Lucifer asked, genuinely concerned for a moment, but figured his touch was delicate enough not to pull the feathers or hurt the skin beneath.
Suddenly his face broke into a wide shit-eating grin.
"You know I also molted right? And while it was definitely necessary, it really fucking tickled. I should've warned you ahead of time," Lucifer had to bite back an evil chuckle.
"Fuck, no, Lucifer, please," Adam tensed as he felt Lucifers hands resume the preening of his feathers.
The way his fingers moved between the bones, tracing the skin beneath with his claws gently, searching out every sensitive spot his wings offered, Adam couldn't help but screech and giggle an absolutely adorable high pitch giggle. A giggle that wouldn't stop. The feeling of Lucifer's hands in his wings (and that they were now definitely doing much more than just preening) was unbearable. The way his hands manipulated the molted feathers to brush the skin of his wings was downright evil.
"YOUHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUCKING BAHAHAHASTARD!" Adam squealed as Lucifer found a sweet spot beneath the curve of his wing. He allowed his other hand to scritch at Adam's shoulder blade for a moment as he relished his squeals.
Adam tried to flap his wings with no avail just to try to escape the maddening sensations.
"Ah ah ah," Lucifer tutted playfully. "Remember, you're on my turf! And kings don't take too kindly to namecalling!"
Lucifer really picked up the pace, the preening nearly forgotten as he focused on tickling Adam senseless. And all poor Adam could do was lie there and take it.
Lucifer used his power to create sensations within Adam that made him shriek and fall back into hysterical laughter.
If Adam could speak, he would say that it felt as if there were a feather on the inside of his ribs, tormenting each bone, laced between each bone, sawing gently, creating the absolute (best?) worst kind of tickling sensations Adam had ever felt. Especially since Lucifer was still paying close attention to his ultra ticklish wings.
"YoHOUHOUHOU MOTHERFUHUHUHUHUHUCKER!"
Adam was grateful, at the very least, that the alley was long deserted and hoped his loud bolsterious laughter wouldn't attract any unwelcome onlookers.
The tickling didn't let up, as Lucifer had quite the vengeful and merciless streak.
After a few minutes, Adam couldn't form coherent words much less thoughts as he was tickled into oblivion by the king of hell himself.
"Say uncle and maybe I'll show you mercy!" Lucifer taunted.
He couldn't let the guy off easy, what kind of message would that send to his loyal subjects?
"UHUHUHUHUNCLHEHEHE!" Adam wheezed, struggling from in Lucifers grasp, the tickling was unbearable.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Lucifer chuckled, ceasing the ticklish assault.
Adam was left a giggly puddle, trying to rub away the residual tickling sensations from his ribs and wings, blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact with the king.
"Besides... I still have to help you molt!" Lucifer grinned as he continued preening Adam's feathers, the tickling much lighter and less intense. Adam still giggled a bit as the king helped him manage his new wings.
Maybe things weren't as bleak as they seemed. And not that Adam would ever admit this to anyone, but maybe he could get used to his new wings.
Lucifer was right. The black wings really did suit him.
Seems like Abel is here to stay in my mind lol
Abel: Dad, I want you to meet my new boyfriend!
Adam, looking up from his phone: Uh huh, sure?
Abel holding St Peter’s hand: This is Peter, you know-
Adam: No.
Abel: What?! Why!
Adam, looking back at his phone with a shadowy expression: Can’t trust blond twinks, son.
Peter is a little offended but pushes it away.
Abel: B-But dad!
Adam: Buddy, I love you, but no. I know first hand.
Abel: But Peter isn't Lucifer.
Adam: The only real difference is he's taller.
Peter: Oh, come on Adam you know me! I greeted you when you got here.
Adam: Which is another strike against you, you're too old for him.
Abel with tears: Please dad....... Just give him a chance....
Adam looked up from his phone and sighed: It means this much to you?
Abel nodded.
Adam: Fine, but if you hurt my son I'll gut you like a fish. And I have lots of practice.
*Eden Adam finds himself in Hell in the present day, he was shocked to see the violent acts the Sinners did to each other, he ran when someone grabbed him inappropriately, he felt so vulnerable being nude while others wore clothes, he thought clothes were only meant for angels, Eden Adam only started to relax when he saw a young woman who looked a lot like Lucifer approach him*
Charlie: Hi, my name is Charlie Morningstar, I heard a scared human was wandering around and I wanted to help you at my hotel.
*Charlie didn’t realize this was Adam when she was younger because she never saw him without his mask off*
Eden Adam: Are you related to Luci?
Charlie: Luci?
Eden Adam: Lucifer Morningstar, it is what I call him.
Charlie: Oh, he is my father. Come to my hotel and you can see him.
*Eden Adam took Charlie’s hand as he smiled, he wondered if this was his daughter too because he always wanted to be with Lucifer and make a family with him, he excitedly hugged Charlie since he thought she was his daughter*
Charlie: You are very sweet, what is your name and how do you know my father?
Eden Adam: My name is Adam, I met him in Eden. I would think that you would know about that.
*Charlie was shocked as she led Eden Adam to the hotel, this very sweet man was the man who would become the leader of the Exorcists, she also didn’t seem to notice that this man also thought he was her parent either, she had to call Lucifer soon, but she needed to dress Eden Adam first*