#hs masterlist

Victoria Walker

Victoria Walker by @ladylamrian | G

: ̗̀➛ FANFICTION

Vicky Walker x Lucifer

Heaven's Secret Revisited (Series) by @dutifullynuttywitch | TW: swearing, graphic violence, character death, smut | G to E

Daddy Luci by @dutifullynuttywitch | G

Vicky Walker x Mimi

Les Petits Cygnes by @jillfvs | TW: anxiety | G

Addicted to Love by @agattthaa | T

Vicky Walker x Adi

Solace by @angelasscribbles | TW: explicit content | E

A Little Healing by @angelasscribbles | TW: reference to sexual activity | M

Vicky Walker x Dino

Study Date by @ladylamrian | T

Austie x Leeloo

Portrait of a Dead Girl by @laurathecunt | TW: character death, murder mention | T

Vicky Walker x Austie

The Archetypes by @laurathecunt | TW: implied murder, implied depression, underage drinking, character death | T

OC x Eragon

Revelations of Divine Love by @waiting4sunrise | G

Stay Until the Morning Comes by @waiting4sunrise | TW: grief, murder, child death | T

Vicky Walker x Malbonte

Lux in Tenebris by @malbontesmrs | TW: depictions of death, death of key characters, blood, bullying, mention of mental illness (depression, delusions, hallucinations), suicide, canon toxic behaviour | E

: ̗̀➛ MOODBOARDS

General

Heaven's Secret Moodboard by @liykaii | G

Lucifer

Lucifer by @dutifullynuttywitch | G

The Devil's in the Details; An Infernal Rivalry by @webanglikethat | G

Canine Lucifer Moodboard by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Vicky Walker x Lucifer

The Devil's in the Details; An Infernal Rivalry by @webanglikethat | G

Vicky Walker x Mimi

I'm Tired of Their Attention... by @reddforalt | G

I Can't Live in a World Where You Don't Exist by @reddforalt | TW: explicit CG | E

Vicky Walker x Malbonte

Malbonte's Path by @reddforalt | TW: suggestive CG | T

: ̗̀➛ WEB WEAVES

Vicky Walker x Lucifer

On Lucifer and Vicky by @webanglikethat | TW: suggestive paintings, mention of death | M

Vicky Walker x Mimi

On Mimi and Vicky by @webanglikethat | T

: ̗̀➛ ART/EDITS

Vicky Walker x Lucifer

Your Relationship with Lucifer has Significantly Increased by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd | G

Lucifer and Vicky CG Redraw by @malbontesmrs | G

First Months by @romance-club-daily | G

Vicky Walker x Mimi

Forever, Together by @nexuvia | G

Ruin the Friendship by @abirc | G

Vicky Walker x Malbonte

ABH/HS Edit by @abirc | G

Sweet Little Lies by @waiting4sunrise | TW: sexual themes, partial nudity | M

Vicky Walker

The Heaven's Secret girls in The Sims by @abirc | G

Dino x Lucifer

Lucino Wedding by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Lucino Phone Call by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Semi-Permanent Hickeys by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | TW: mentions of sex | M

Loy

Loy Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Other Characters

Adi Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | Adi | G

Sammy Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | Sammy | G

Satan x Lilith's Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | Lilith x Satan, Lucifer mentioned | TW: child abuse mentioned | T

Malbonte

Malbonte Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Mimi

Mimi Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Lucifer

Lucifer Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

Get Your Filthy Fingers Out of My Pie by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | TW: open wound, blood | T

Dino

Dino Redesign by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | G

: ̗̀➛ ANIMATION

Vicky Walker x Austie

Angels Like You by @laurathecunt | TW: implied internalised homophobia | T

Platonic

Luci vs Malbonte's Camp by @will-bite-if-given-the-chance | Lucifer & Austie | TW: mild swearing | T

: ̗̀➛ MISCELLANEOUS

General

[ s ] indicates smut!! 18+ is preferred. [ a ] denotes angst! [ f ] is fluff!! i'm not at fault for what you choose to consume! in order from newest to oldest!

series

love story au — the cliche princess x poor boy, but better. based on Taylor Swift's "love story"

the styles au — an inside look on the not so glamorous life of the styles family.

one-shots / blurbs

fame & it's consequences [ a ] — high school sweethearts, lose touch due to the fast coming fame.

crybaby [ s ] — he loves seeing you cry.

one of those days [ f ] — h holding you close on a difficult day.

his [ s ] — you just wanna be his.

“Wait… don’t pull away just yet, pet.”

Harry’s grip around my waist tightened as we continued to sway to the lulling sound of the live band. I giggled and laid my head back on his chest. Even in the midst of the commotion, I could hear his heart beating steadily just for me.

I whined playfully. “My feet hurt! This has to be the fifth song we’ve danced to in a row, and I am wearing heels.”

“But Y/N!”

Harry pouted his perfectly plump lips before pressing them against my own. “I can’t let yeh go because I love holding yeh close.” He nestled his head against mine, and I relaxed in his arms. “There’s no place like it.”

My charming boyfriend always had a way with words, which made every little action of his so endearing. The love I had for him manifested over the years and grew into something so much stronger than I could have ever imagined.

As I watched the bride and groom dancing right across the reflective floor, I could not help but feel happiness looming over the entire room. It was a beautiful thing that two people could fall in love so deeply that they want to take that leap into forever.

“You’re sweet, babe.” I sighed. “But it looks like you are going to have to manage without me. I have to use the ladies room.”

I leaned up onto my tip toes and kissed Harry’s cheek. He was reluctant to let go of me but after the second kiss, he relented. I had to practically sprint away, giggling and not chancing a second glance back to my love.

I entered the restroom and smiled once I saw Gemma reapplying her lipstick in the mirror. “Hey! It’s crazy out there, isn’t it? I’m still shocked Nick and Olivia finally did it. They’re married. Can you believe that?”

She puckered her lips one final time before shaking her head with a laugh. “No, not really. Just last week the two were going at it over which color to paint their bedroom and now they’re as happy as birds.” She dropped the tiny vessel of crimson back into her purse and smirked at me knowingly. “I would like to see you and Harry next though.”

My cheeks were slightly tinted with pink as I leaned against the counter. “You and me both, Gem. Someday soon.”

She joked, “How soon? It’s been five years, Y/N. You two are killing us with all of this suspense. Just do the damn deed already!”

I laughed off her comment as she left to rejoin the party, but she was nothing short of truthful.

Harry and I had been dating for a little over five years now and been friends long before that. I never imagined my life without him in it, so I wasn’t hung up on the idea of marriage. I knew we were forever. However, that didn’t stop the question of when from milling around in my head.

I came back to the party to find a little miss had happily taken my place. One of the flower girls, I presumed. I watched happily as Harry carried her on his feet, dramatically dipping her at every other note change in the ballad.

The man before me was definitely the one for me. I had no doubts about it. Loving him came as simple as breathing, and I knew the feeling was mutual. It was when the party died down and we were laying on the couch in our pajamas that I decided to tell him just that.

“I love you, Harry.” I smiled. “So much.”

He smiled up at me from his position on my lap. “I love yeh more, pet.” He smoothed his hand over my knee absentmindedly and exhaled a breath of contentment. “Today was a good day.”

I nodded, my lips curving slightly. “Yeah, it was…” I paused. “When do you think we’ll get married? Roughly, I mean.” When he didn’t answer, I continued. “I’m okay waiting another couple of years, you know? We could really get a grip on our careers and everything first. You don’t have to be all intimidated either. The proposal will still be a surprise-“

He interrupted my rambling, sitting up on the couch. “Y/N, darling…”

“I don’t want to know! If you tell me it’s in Paris, I swear I might just cry right now.”

“Yeh know m’crazy about yeh, right?” He asked incredulously.

I laughed a little and shifted so my legs were draped over his. “I sure hope so. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” I judged him. “Why are you acting odd all of a sudden?”

The crease between his brows only deepened as we looked at each other in complete silence. The look in his eyes were unsettling, and I bit down on my lip to keep from bombarding him with questions.

He broke the silence. “M’not. You and I are solid, yeah? And m’happy about it. Nothing more to say really.”

“Yes. We are solid, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to know what the future holds.” I removed his hand from off of my thigh and stood up. “Harry, tell me there is a future for us.”

“Of course there is, Y/N.”

“What do you see?” I countered, nervously folding and unfolding my arms around myself.

I never thought we would be here having this conversation. It was baffling because I believed the two of us felt the same about each other. I believed he envisioned the two of us marrying and settling down right here in the town the both of us grew up loving.

He stammered, “I...I-I don’t. Y/N, this is silly. Yeh know I love you. We shouldn’t have to figure this out right this second.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“You don’t want to marry me,” I mumbled.

Harry stood up, his tall frame now towering over me. His lips were on mine before I could say much else, but I broke the kiss quickly.

“Y/N, please… we don’t need to figure this out now. S’just a piece of paper.”

The weight of his words crushed me. It wasn’t just a piece of paper to me, and I wanted him to understand that. Only the hint of annoyance etched onto his face assured me he probably never would.

“I didn’t realize there was anything to figure out. You love me, and I love you. It’s that simple. I can’t imagine my life without you. Being married does not constitute as just a piece of paper. It’s a commitment, one you are either willing or unwilling to make. So which is it?”

He shrugged. “I dunno know.” He paused. “After seeing what my parents went through, let’s just say m’not in any kind of rush to walk down the aisle and make promises neither of us are sure we can keep.”

I grabbed the remote and muted the television. Then I slowly took a step back from him as I contemplated his response. “You see, that’s the problem. I know in my heart that I would do anything for you. I know that I would never have an issue being faithful to you and only you for the rest of my life.”

Tears welled in my eyes and fell down my hot cheeks as I stared at him blankly. “But you can’t, can you?”

His silence was the nail in the coffin, the final answer I never knew I needed before tonight. His hesitance made me question if he ever truly loved me at all. If he had, he wouldn’t have had the courage to string me along for years as if I didn’t matter.

I sniffed. “Well said, Harry. Thank you for showing me how much I really mean to you.”

That night I packed my bags and left our shared apartment with no destination in mind. He didn’t even try to stop me, and I hated myself for wishing that he would. I guess I’d still be a fool in that light, a proper fool for him.

pairing || dad!harry x mom!reader, dad!harry x ofc!daughter!maya, dad!harry x omc!son!asher

in which || you get an inside look on the not-so-glamorous life of the styles’.

notes for this series || i do not plan on aging the kids up much throughout this series of random blurbs, concepts, and one-shots. they’re might be some things discussed that you would prefer not to read. (i.e. child birth, anxiety, etc) Warnings will be placed before each chapter so you know what to skip over!

Paisley rounded up as many plastic tea cups and saucers in both of her arms as she could. The exuberant five year-old had been adamant on creating a night to remember for the both of us. It was her first time being back home since spending the weekend at Harry’s new flat. The process of the divorce drained her almost as much as it began to wear on me.

“Okay, mommy. It’s finished!” She said, pretending to pour the last of the tea from the kettle. “Now all we have to do is get dressed up. Look what daddy brought me.”

Paisley ran over to her overnight backpack. Then she knelt down to rummage through the mix of clean and dirty clothes to pull out a fluffy ball gown, which resembled Belle’s attire from ‘Beauty and The Beast’. It was her favorite Disney princess of all because she was so smart and loved storytime just as much as she did.

“Oh my.” I gasped and threw my hands to both my cheeks. “That is beautiful, Ms. Paisley. Let’s get it put on you.”

I helped fit the gown over her clothes and gazed at her fondly. “Paisley, you look gorgeous! You are literally going to be the belle of the ball!”

She giggled and twirled around for me. “Do I look like a princess, mommy?”

“The prettiest princess of them all.”

My daughter tilted her head and looked at me in confusion. “But… what are you going to wear, mommy? You cannot wear that.”

I was taken back by the sass infused in her statement, a dry laugh slipping past my lips. I supposed I couldn’t blame her from being exposed to Harry’s and my banter.

“Excuse me?” I stretched out the hem of my striped jumper and smoothed a hand over my jeans. “I think mommy looks very good in this, don’t you?”

The dimples she inherited from her father indented both of her cheeks as she gave me a small smile. “But it’s not a dress. You have to wear a dress to the ball.”

I decided to humor her and stood up. “Okay. Why don’t you help me find one, yeah?”

I took her small hand in mine and walked with her to my bedroom. A box of Harry’s belongings still stood in one corner. I made a mental note to call him about picking it up. So much was on my mind these days that I had forgotten.

Paisley struggled to open my closet, grunting fiercely and shuffling her tiny feet against the carpet with rage. “A-Almost got it, mommy.”

She was nowhere near almost. However, I leaned up against the opposite side where the actual opening to the sliding door was. “Oh, you’ve got it! I think you just need one big, gigantic push. One more time for mommy, darling.”

As she tried again, I subtly pushed the door back before she could see and gasped. “Oh my goodness! Look how strong you are!”

She gave me one of the biggest smiles I had seen on her in months. “Daddy taught me.”

My heart ached for a moment. She was so fond of Harry, so much that sometimes it made me regret ever having to make them part. It was a major change for all of us, but it would be foolish to think it hadn’t impacted Paisley the most.

While I had been stuck in my reverie, Paisley had invaded my closet and tugged on one of the transparent garment bags.

“This one, mommy! This one!”

My eyes locked on my wedding dress, and a pang of desolation coursed through me. It was no fault of Paisley’s, yet the irony of the situation was not lost on me.

I whispered, “Not that one. Let’s try another, hm? Maybe we can find a color to match your pretty yellow. Can you find a yellow dress for me?”

She frowned at me, her lips pouted and brows low over her eyes. “This one is so pretty. Please, mommy!”

“I said no, Paisley.”

Her bottom lip started to quiver, and I sighed. She did not know any better. That was not an access pass to feed into her temper tantrum though.

“You are a big girl, aren’t you? Big girls don’t cry.”

She nodded solemnly before ambling her way out of the closet and over to me. She pressed her face up against my leg as she clutched onto my belt loops. “I just wanted you to look pretty, mommy.”

I glanced back at the dress, battling my thoughts. “Okay. I’ll put it on but only for a little while.”

I suppressed the idea that this was anything more than playing dress up. Paisley deserved a little fun after all Harry and I had put her through. Even if it killed me, I could soldier through an hour or so for our little girl.

We were about an half hour into playing when I heard the door of Paisley’s bedroom creak open. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Paisley made the announcement all on her own.

“Daddy!” She screamed, pushing up from her small table and jumping into his arms.

I stood up, my cheeks rosy with mortification and regret. I should have never put this stupid thing on. Harry’s eyes never left me as Paisley rambled on and on to him about how much fun we were having.

I shrugged slightly. “She threw a fancy ball for the two of us. I guess my other threads didn’t quite make the cut.”

Harry did not respond to me. Instead, he kissed Paisley’s forehead and set her down. “Why don’t yeh go grab a snack from downstairs while mommy and I talk? I brought yeh some of those apple juices and cookies yeh like.”

I started to go after her as she sprinted out of the room. “Just two cookies, Paisley! Two!”

Harry sighed. “Are yeh trying t’confuse her even more, Y/N? Yeh can’t prance around in your wedding dress and not expect her t-“

“To what?” I interrupted, “We were playing, Harry. I really don’t need a lecture from you on parenting right now. Why are you even here? It’s my week.”

I could see the flash of hurt in his eyes as he wiggled his set of keys in my face. “Wanted to give these back to yeh.”

I snatched the keys from him and ran my fingers through my hair. “Message received. You can go now.”

“Y/N… there’s something else.”

I tried to avoid eye contact with him. It physically pained me to have him standing here right now. Although I knew he would have to be around for Paisley, I truly was not up for another heart-to-heart. “What?”

“I’ve met someone, and I want your permission to introduce Paisley t’her.”

I felt my lungs collapse as I fought for a breath of air that wasn’t contaminated with envy and heartbreak.

I shakily took a seat on Paisley’s bed and peered at Harry with wide eyes. “It’s only been a few weeks since the divorce was final. When the hell did you have time to meet someone?” My stomach churned at the thought of him having an affair. It was almost too much for me to bear. I ripped my gaze from him. “You know what? I don’t want to know, and I don’t want our daughter meeting her. It’s too soon.”

“For her or for you?” He snapped.

“This has nothing to do with me. I don’t want her getting hurt. How do you explain that you’ve already moved on to a five year-old?”

Harry stared at me blankly. “The same way we explained to her that we were getting divorced.”

“How long have you known her?! It can’t be anything more than a quick fuck, Harry. Our daughter is not going to get mixed up in your mess,” I countered.

“I can’t believe I expected more from you…” He swore under his breath. “Christ, Y/N. You can play dress up all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re not my wife anymore! You made that decision all on your own.”

He stormed out before I could say more, not that I wanted to. His words ripped the rug out from underneath me. What hurt the most was that they were all true. I decided this. I wanted him gone. And now, he was.