Hey guys, welcome back to another WIP post~! I have officially returned from my hiatus in March, and had intended to write in April but sadly life got in the way of creativity :( So with that being said, letâs get started~.
For those who may not know already, part five of Submerged Devotion has been posted, so if you are into LADS with a reverse isekai concept mixed into it, this is a fic for you~.
Fans of The Shinobiâs Apothecary, I am working on the next chapter. I actually sat at my desk today and typed up 2,022 words but I can you right now that this is not even close to being finished. If Iâm following the story beats of my current outline, then Iâm looking at maybe another 2-3k to be added to this chapter and thatâs not including the research Iâve scribbled down on sticky notes~.
I do have a potential LADS project for Mermay, outline included with MC x Non-MC!Reader being the main pairing. If you would like to read this concept, comment on here with a đ§ââïž~.
Thatâs all I have for now, time to dig into some homemade curry and rest before writing again~! :3 See you on the next post~! đ
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đ«ą Today marks a whole year since I started this blog. To celebrate, I decided to post the next chapter of Submerged Devotion and even considered getting myself a pastry at the coffee shop near my office before I clocked into work. Now? I logged off and then back on to make sure that what Iâm seeing now, this milestone, wasnât a glitch that appeared in my notifications. 10k likes? On the anniversary of this blogâs creation? What?
Iâm utterly speechless. I never expected this blog to grow so much in such a short period of time. Thank you to everyone who got me to 10,000 likes, and for continuing to support my works~.
I hope that with these likes, reblogs will follow suit, because without them? I honestly wouldnât know if my stories were loved or hated by others.
Reblogs matter more than likes, and it takes 0.1 seconds to do it.
Thank you again for your support, my dear readers, and I will see you all next time~.
Hello my friend~! :) Ask you and you shall receive~!
10) Tell us your favorite thing to snack on when you write. Since I started working at nights, I've found that writing first thing in the morning before my shift is actually more productive than after I get home. If I get up early enough, I'll make a cup of coffee and an egg wrap, grab my laptop and do a 40 minute writing sprint.
28) Which fic is closest to your heart? The Shinobi's Apothecary! Itâs still a brand new one on here with only four chapters, but honestly? Outlining this crazy concept, doing the research, seeing it become a story between two unlikely people (or as the readers on here call it a black cat x black cat romance) who finding love in an arranged marriage? No other fic has brought me so much happiness, joy, and frustration all at the same time.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to you know that I will be taking some time off from here starting tomorrow, and come back in the beginning of April. The next chapter for The Shinobiâs Apothecary is scheduled to be released next weekend at the usual time, and Submerged Devotion is still an active work in progress with my collaborator @dissociativewriter.
I still want to write stories, but right now? I need a break to refill my creative well, and take care of myself.
Hello everyone and welcome back to another WIP Wednesday post, the first one for the month of February~!
To start things off, the line edits for The Shinobi's Apothecary chapter three are finished! I had planned on posting it this coming weekend but due to putting in overtime this week, it has been pushed back to Valentine's Day weekend so that I can go re-read everything one more time and make sure it has been polished to the best of my ability~.
With that being said, I am working on chapter four. The word count for this segment will be much, much shorter, probably around 500-1k. I wish I could make it just as long as the others, but I am at the end of my outline/notes that were written hastily in November when I wrote the rough draft for this fic đ I need to revise some of the world-building elements and make sure there arenât any plot holes. I really want this story to shine without placing any further strain on my health~.
On the plus side for my Submerged Devotion readers, the outline for part five is just about finished. I hope to start working on the rough draft within the next week, but it will depend on my work schedule since I am putting in a lot of overtime at the office from now until March.
I want to thank everyone because oh my goodness me I almost fell out of my chair when I saw the followers count for this blog today! Almost 800 followers?! I had to log off and log back in to make sure it wasnât a glitch lol.
Taking a page of out of my friend @dissociativewriterâs book, whom by the way is an amazing LADS writer and just celebrated a milestone of their own, I will write a long LADS x non-mc!reader fic, which will be decided through a poll that will go live once we reach 1k subscribers :3
Thatâs all I have for now, have a great week and Iâll see you all on the next WIP post~! đ
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An arranged marriage between two unlikely people in Iwagakure evolves to a love story neither of them were expecting, or how a (very) eccentric apothecary becomes her husbandâs reason for living when he known in Edo Japan as the legendary shinobi Gabimaru the Hollow.
Otherwise known as the prequel to Hellâs Paradise that no one was expecting~.
A Christmas Miracle đ- a Lucifer and Violet Evergarden! Reader scenario
warnings: references to war, canon divergence, murder, character death, season two spoilers, minors dni, fem!reader, sprinkles of Lucifer x Lilith, angst with a happy ending, potential friends to lovers (?).
Synopsis: Lucifer isnât too thrilled of spending another Christmas Eve alone again, but heâll be okay. The show must go on, right? He needs to be okay, for Charlieâs sake. Wait, who is knocking on his door at this hour? Is it Bambi again?!
author notes: hello~! I hope everyone is doing well this holiday season~! I had originally planned on writing just Abel for my main Christmas fic, but I ended up doing another one, starting the one and only King of Hell~! This piece, however, has no connection to my other Hazbin Hotel fic The Persistence of Memory, and can be considered a different version of Violet Evergarden! Reader in the Hellaverse~.
If you would like to see more stories with Lu and Violet Evergarden! Reader, leave a đ in the comments section~.
At the moment it is difficult to maintain this blog a weekly basis with the holidays quite literally around the corner, so please do not panic if I do not upload content on here for odd periods of time. I do hope, however, that you will continue to support this blog with likes, reblogs, and comments~! Credit goes to the rightful owner of the artwork above that was found on Pinterest.
Special thanks to @bones4thecats, @witch-of-the-writing-desk, and @sweatinghoneybee for helping me proofread~.
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Christmas Eve was one of the hardest nights for Lucifer to endure because it brought up memories he wished he had already forgotten. The taste of sugar plums, seeing Winners caroling or carrying brightly colored presents in their hands as they walked through the bazaar, the elder angels scolding him for his newest prank, and then being reminded why he fell; he had given humans free will, and all theyâve done with it is do terrible things to others. He made a mistake.
Lilith hadnât seen it like that.
She believed there was still some good in them, and that they all could find their own Eden without having to succumb to Rooâs influence, to steal or kill or think they deserve nothing good because they are in Hell. Resist. Follow the beat of your own drum; be fearless. She always knew what to say to the people, how to ignore meaningless things and focus on the bigger picture. He still misses her, worries if she is doing okay and happy wherever she is. Eight years is a long time to be gone without saying a word to anyone, even Char-Char.
Imagine he is ready to spend the night holed up in his penthouse and make more rubber duckies to keep himself from spiraling instead of going down to the hotel lobby when he hears a knock at the door. When he opens the door, he is surprised to see you in such festive attire: a floor-length, fitted red velvet dress trimmed with white faux fur, boughs of holly dangling from your ear, and white gloves holding the sides of a silver tray filled with cookies and hot chocolate. He knew you worked at the front desk, helping Charlieâs girlfriend wrangle in with the guests and other hotel-y stuff. Definitely one of the more tolerable sinners in his humble opinion, âcause you actually respected him!
Wait, what was your name again?
Lucifer was stunned. âUh, hi!â he stuttered. âWhatâs uh, whatâs all of this?â he asked, waving his hand up and down. Yikes, okay, not the best conversation starter, but heâs trying! Heâs never been good at talking to other people besides Lili and Char-Char!
âYou werenât at the ornament exchange, so I came to check on you.â You said, raising the tray a little higher in the air. âNiffty made the cookies; the hot chocolate is an old recipe from when I was alive, but Vaggie test-tasted them both before I brought them up here. She still doesnât trust me to be in the kitchen by myself yet.â
Wait, you had noticed he wasnât downstairs and came up to check on him? You even brought a tray of sweets? Did the bellhop put you up to it because the sign outside of his room clearly stated No Alastors Allowed? Or were you always so considerate and Heaven actually fumbled with a soul that deserved to be upstairs? That wouldnât have surprised him at all, actually. But thatâs beside the point~! You were here, and that made him smile even though he was trying really, really hard not to let it show on his face.
He already got duped by the TV-Head sinner not once, but twice! And look what happened - he was made a fool in front of all of Hell and almost got Charlie killed, using him as a fucking battery! God, he was a fool. Why did he even think he was worthy of someone elseâs time? Heâs dumb, stupid, a dreamer who shouldnât have stepped out of line and should have just stayed in his line âcause he had no business giving humans free will -
âYour Highness?â
He jolted, eyes going wide, and felt his face burn with embarrassment as he realized he had almost spiraled in front of you. âUh, yeah? Sorry, sorry! Kinda got distracted there for a minute!â He chuckled, taking the tray from you. âWell, if thereâs nothing else, you can go back to the party, have fun, socialize with other sinners! I think Iâll stay up here and, you know, try not to ruin something else for Char-Char again, although last time I tried to help her -â
âWould you like some company?â
For the second time in less than an hour â no, twenty seconds, your words knocked the wind out of his lungs. âHuh?â He blinked at you. âSay what?â You repeated what you had just said, which confused him even more. âWait, hold up, hold up, hold up.â He raised a hand in the air, balancing the tray with the other. âYou want to be here?â
âIf you wish.â
âAnnd there are no strings attached to this little arrangement?â He asked with a raised eyebrow. âLike being promised power by the bellhop if you did him this favor of checking in on me so Charlie doesnât get mad?â
You tilted your head to the side. âWhy would I involve Alastor, Your Highness?â You asked. âNo one has seen him since last night, not even Niffty.â
âSo, you came here of your own free will because you were worried about me?â
âYes.â
Okay, wow. Definitely not what he was expecting to hear. Red Guy hadnât left the hotel after Charlie and Vagine officially reinstated him as the host, which is weird because he clearly stated he was done working with his daughter before the whole âMight of Lilithâ situation happened. Now that he thought about it, he never strayed too far from you either. Whatâs the story between the two of you anyway? Wait, why does he even care? You were a sinner like everyone else, except you were actually nice and believed in Charleâs dreams and respected him as a person instead of a king or a fallen angel or a nobody and oh geez he was doing it again. Why does he keep spiraling at the weirdest of times? What if you hate him, but why does he care what you think?
âI was worried about you, Your Highness.â You said. âAfter what had happened with Vox, you havenât beenâŠyourself.â Lucifer stared at you stunned. He watched you tighten your gloved hands around the trayâs handles and noticed the cookies were shaped like ducks.
âYou are being evasive. You donât come out of your room, you arenât showing up for dinner in your usual dramatic flair, and it is concerning.â You continued. âIf I may be completely honest, your behavior reminds me of how I used to be when I was alive. I was not a saint, Your Highness. I am not proud of what I did in the war, the soldiers I killed without hesitation, their one-day wishes stolen from them in the name of peace. I regret what I have done; but when the memories of those days spent in the trenches became too much to bear, I would isolate myself from the world, even my co-workers at the postal company who had helped me remember what it was like to be a human, to have emotions. But I eventually learned that my coping mechanisms were not healthy, and I,â You took a breath. âI do not want to see you go down the same path as I had, Your Highness. I cannot pretend that I understand your pain, what youâve been through since your arrival in Hell, because I am not you. What I do know is that itâs okay to want to have a friend to talk about these things, these memories that keep you awake and make you question your self-worth because you donât believe you are worthy of having anything good in your life. It would mean a lot to Charlie if you came downstairs and joined in the festivities, but I will not force you if youâre not ready to interact with others yet.â You bowed your head to him. âJustâŠknow that you arenât alone, Your Highness, that there are people who care about you.â
Lucifer was not sure if shocking people with their words was an innate talent you possessed, but they definitely made him realize you werenât just a sinner who got sent to Hell because you killed people. You were once a human, and humans werenât perfect and did terrible things with the free will he had gifted them. Heâs stuck down here because of that, unable to harm sinners or do anything to keep them in line because, why should he when all theyâve done is destroy everything thatâs good with that free will.
But then you came knocking on his door, with duck-shaped cookies and hot chocolate of your own free will, because you cared about him, and that scares him. Like, a lot, because no one has ever thought about him, worried for his well-being, the stupid, useless King of Hell who gets attached easily. He is growing attached to you now, even when he still misses his wife every second of every day. Or was it ex-wife now, since she never answers his calls anymore? God, heâs a mess.
He squeezed his hands together. âIâŠguess I can come down, but not for long!â He quickly added. âJust to say hi to Char-Char, show off my amazing ornament to the hotel, and then come right back here to my room to watch the Great Qacksby!â He looked at you warily. âT-Thatâs okay, right?â
He felt the wind being knocked out of him as the corners of your mouth curled upwards into a small smile. âThatâs more than okay, Your Highness. Charlie will be thrilled.â You then turned around, tray still in your hands, but one elbow stuck out just enough to slide a hand inside of it. âShall we, Your Highness?â
And then he smiled too.
âWe shall, and please donât call me that. Call me Lu.â He insisted, tucking his hand inside your elbow.
You nodded. Then just like that, the two of you descended down the stairs and made a beeline for the bar. He used his magic to make the tray disappear, leaving only the hot chocolate behind. He did promise to try the cookies later. Canât let the maidâs sweets go to waste on a night like this, because that is un-Christmas-y behavior even for a fallen angel like himself.
He smiled as he took the steaming mug of hot chocolate from you. âThanks.â You nodded and sat next to him at the bar, placing your own mug on the counter before you greeted Husk. The kitty-cat magician grunted, wiping down a martini glass with a cloth until someone flagged him down.
Lucifer swiveled around in his seat, watching the camaraderie among the hotel guests and his darling daughter. They did a good job with the decorations: dark green garland with sparkling ornaments draped over the mantle, an enormous Christmas tree near the front desk with presents underneath, one of the bellhopâs antique radios sitting on top of the television, playing music. Some sinners were listening; others were glued to the couch watching 666 News, a blond news anchor rambling about Voxtek undergoing more managerial changes.
This wasnât exactly what Lucifer had in mind for Christmas Eve. He would have been all right being alone, making more rubber ducks and trying to call Lilith again. But he supposed that being here amongst sinners, with his ornament for you tucked inside his pocket, sharing some lukewarm hot chocolate with you at a bar, wasnât so bad after all.
Perhaps one day, if heâs brave enough to move forward, maybe the next time Christmas comes around, he wonât hesitate to seek your company. Maybe the two of you could be more than friends.
