Son of Gluttony

Son of Gluttony

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12 years ago, Beelzebub gave birth to a son, Lincoln, after a drug and alcohol-filled night on the surface, a son whom she gave up to a human family to raise due to the laws of Hell. However, after finding out the state of her son, Beelzebub takes her son back to hell. Now Lincoln must balance being in hell while coming to terms with the fact that he's the son of a deadly sin. This story is inspired by Heir to the Party Scene: A Helluva Boss Fanfiction by GRGrimm2001 on Archive of Our Own.
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Blaze Morvane lived fast, died stupid, and woke up in Hell with a smirk. A lustful, lighthearted wolf turned hellhound with pink hair, grey and white fur, and a knack for bad choices, he never thought the afterlife would include dive bars, demon gigs, or a hellhound with a death glare that could level buildings. But when he lands a job at I.M.P., he finds himself partnered with Loona-snarling, guarded, and infuriatingly unforgettable. Loona doesn't do partners. She doesn't do feelings. And she *definitely* doesn't do Blaze. But mission after mission, banter becomes tension... and tension becomes something that scares them both more than Hell itself: real connection. From awkward team-ups to drunken dances at Gluttony's hottest club, from dumpster mornings to whispered songs in the dark-two broken souls learn that maybe home isn't a place. Maybe it's a person.

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