ch4osworld

[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 7

Words:622 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Ehi so ik it's been a lot since I last published, i just lost motivation to write, as my aot obsession came back. Honestly I was thinking of dropping this fic for a while, but something posessed me and i decided to continue it. Expect slow updates and probably some oneshots of another fandom(cough cough aot) in the meantime, hoping be good at characterizing the characters as my writing is pretty shitty.

Not proofread!

"What..." You said, eyes full of dread, and preoccupation. Lucifer didn't dare to say anything else, it was just you and him in silence. Not the comfortable one you were used to, no. This silence expressed dread, fear, hollowness. A thousand questions flooded your mind. What were you going to do? Can this be stopped? Will you fight or will you stay inside like you always did?

You finally mustered to courage to murmur something "What are we going to do?" Lucifer looked at you. You couldn't quite catch what he was feeling. His eyes were dark, full of apathy untill he replied "We're going to fight, that's what me and the others are going go do" what does he mean by him and the others? Was he planning to leave you here? Again? Seriously? Oh no you were going to have none of that "I'm coming too" you demanded coldly. He stared at you surprise "Oh no, nononononono. You are going nowhere near there. That's my business" "Your business? I am technically involved in that mess too it's also my business! I have all the right to go there and do something instead of always being the one at home doing nothing!" you caterwauled

It didn't take long for him to respond to your complains "Can't you understand! You are too important I can't risk you going there who knows what could happen to you! You don't know what you're talking about" "I do know what I am talking about!" You argued back as you defiantly crossed your arms across your chest "And so what if I get hurt! It's not like I am going to die for good anyways. Did you forget that I am technically still a human? There is no risk for me going there" "No risk?! NO RISK?! That is the whole point. You are still a human, do you have any idea how easy it is to hurt you? You should know better than anyone else how fragile humans are!" You were getting tired of arguing with Lucifer, you gave him a glance and shouted "You know what? Forget it, fine i'm not coming then. I'll just stay here acting like a damsel in distress like I always did! Now just leave me alone!" And you stormed off to your room.

Lucifer was in shock, he really didn't know what to do. You said you weren't going to go, but where your words to be taken with truth? He knew you too well, far too well peraphs. He really wanted to stop you, he really did, but oh were you making this hard for him. Deep down he knew he wouldn't make it, that's why he would try any way to make you stay inside. He went around, barricating every and any exit you could have used, before storming to his room and thinking of what else he could do.

You closed the door to your room, carefully locking it with your key. You could hear some rustling outside, who knows what he's up to now. You sighed, slowly making your way to your bed, throwing yourself on it. Ugh he could be so annoying sometimes, so overprotective...so selfish, going to that battle alone without you by his side, helping him. You looked at the fainth light coming from your slightly open window. You knew you couldn't make it, you probably would have died, but you don't care. You are not afraid to die, to sacrifice yourself for the ones you truly loved. You were going to go on that battle, and there was nothing Lucifer could do about it. You slowly closed your eyes, calmness lulling you to sleep, determined for what was to come.

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THE PASSENGER

Chapter 7 sneak peek

It's been a lot since I last updated since I have been really busy. To make up for it I decided to show you all a little of the new chapter.

"What..." You said, eyes full of dread, and preoccupation. Lucifer didn't dare to say anything else, it was just you and him in silence. Not the comfortable one you were used to, no. This silence expressed dread, fear, hollowness. A thousand questions flooded your mind. What were you going to do? Can this be stopped? Will you fight or will you stay inside like you always did?

You finally mustered to courage to murmur something "What are we going to do?" Lucifer looked at you. You couldn't quite catch what he was feeling. His eyes were dark, full of apathy untill he replied "We're going to fight, that's what me and the others are going go do" what does he mean by him and the others? Was he planning to leave you here? Again? Seriously? Oh no you were going to have none of that "I'm coming too" you demanded coldly. He stared at you surprise "Oh no, nononononono. You are going nowhere near there. That's my business" "Your business? I am technically involved in that mess too it's also my business! I have all the right to go there and do something instead of always being the one at home doing nothing!" you caterwauled

It didn't take long for him to respond to your complains "Can't you understand! You are too important I can't risk you going there who knows what could happen to you! You don't know what you're talking about" "I do know what I am talking about!" You argued back as you defiantly crossed your arms across your chest "And so what if I get hurt! It's not like I am going to die for good anyways. Did you forget that I am technically still a human? There is no risk for me going there"

[ch4osworld]

Ehi sooo I don't think I'll be able to write anything this week because of school so expect the next chapter to be late

[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 6

Words: 1995 @adaizel @cherry-4200

Cw: homicide

Sorry for publishing late, it's just that recebtly i have a really busy schedule. Anyway i hope you will like this!

You walked into the crowded street of hell, sinners, bumping into eachother. There was really no perception of personal space these days, oh how you wanted to go back to the good old time where people actually respected you. You travelled and travelled without any destination in mind. It has been a lot of time since you last went out  and who knows when the next time will happen. Maybe you could go to some other ring? No, you wouldn't have time to come back home.

You kept walking in the distance, some glances crept at you, but it wasn't nothing to be worried about, you were used to it. You stopped in a corner, to just relax for a bit, it's not that someone would have noticed you anyway. It's easy to disappear in here, to camouflage. People in here tend to stay for themselves, not caring about what happens around them, because when you stay out of other's affair it's better, it's safer. Someone could kill, kidnapp, drug, make love, and every other sort of thing here, surrounded by other demons, and no one would budge. You didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing exactly, it could be helpful at times, you used this to your advantage sometimes, but you can't help but wonder if something happened to you, would anyone help you? No, no they wouldn't. Sinners are selfish, a life more or a life less doesn't make any difference to them, and to think they were once human, they were just like you. How could people turn into such monstrosities, what did free will do to them? What did they do with free will? Nontheless you came to hate your own species, you had no pity for such people. But, even though, you still rather to be human, to be associated with those things. Being something other than that feels...wrong. You don't want wings, horns, or some weird powers. You just want to be you, but that is impossible in a place like this, it would certainly bring you to death, or pheraps, something far worse.

You decided to head near the hazbin hotel, you didn't plan to visit, in this moment you only needed to be alone, you only headed in its vicinity. You kept moving around, shielded from the ignorance of demons, protected by your invisibility. You thought you were safe, that no one would ever try to harm you, but this is hell after all, no one is safe. You were a fool to even dare to think otherwhise, someone was watching you, stalking you from the distance. You didn't know who it was, but you felt their eyes looking at you. You walked faster, your hand protecting your bag and holding it close to you just in case. It would be easier for you to pull out your weapon, the beautiful knife Lucifer gifted you, you never abandon it.

You start to hear footsteps behind you, getting faster and faster, closer and closer. You reached a dead end, no one in sight, it was only you and the mysterious individual. You reached for your weapon, stopping suddenly as you felt something cold and sharp on your neck.

It was a knife.

A man's voice demanded to you "Listen here sweet cheeks, just do what I tell you and you'll be fine. Give me everything you've got in that purse." Panic surged in your veins, adrenaline coursing through your body as you started shaking, searching desperately for a way out. Seeing that you weren't obliging, the man pushed the knife harder against your throat "Haven't you heard me? I give you 3 seconds, to give me everything"  A feeling of dread overwhelmed you, as he started counting.

3

2

1

In that moment, something controlled you, maybe it was the surviving instict, the fear, the anger, but you did something you would have never dreamt of doing. In a swift moment, you took out the angelic knife and lashed out at him with a scream. The weapon penetrated him in the aorta, scarlet blood soon started gushing out at a rapid peace.

You were truly horrified, as you watched, the body of your aggressor. The blood loss was massive, he would have died in a few minutes or seconds.

Tears streamed down your face, as you realized what you had just done. You killed someone, you're a murderer. No, this cannot be, you're a good person, you're not like all these demons, all these sinners.

You ran and ran, until your legs wore out and you collapsed on yourself. In that moment, you realized, watching a cut on your hand you caused to yourself while you were escaping...

your blood turned red.

No no no no no, this can't be, what happened to you, why is it like...that. Your holyness, that little sparkle of it that was still in you and that you tried so hard to maintain, it was gone, forever. There is nothing you could do now, you must accept your sins, accept that you aren't what you used to be anymore. It's getting dark, you better go home. You really didn't want to, you just wanted to scream and hide from the world forever, but Lucifer was good at finding you. It was best for you to go back, so you wore the happiest smile you could make, and headed back to the castle. He must never know about this, he shall not worry about you, you can't do this to him.

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The root of all evil still stayed there, in the secureness of the dark, a sudden feeling latched onto her. Ecstasy, she was absolutely ecstatic, she finally lost her holyness, she could feel it. She saw what she did, she doesn't have eyes all around hell for nothing. Oh but she was yet to be done with her, she couldn't just let her go after this, could she? A deal peraphs. There were so many things she could make her do, that she could strip from her. She must stay calm, everything always turns out right, her plans always work. Just a little bit of patience, and she could finally have what she wanted.

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You finally arrived home, the giant castle loomed upon you as you got ready to enter. Lucifer would have been there, waiting for you, you mustn't leave out any negative emotions. You let a finale sigh and you entered. In front of you there was nonother than the king of hell, a preoccupied expression on his face "Where were you! It's late who knows what could have happened to you!" He said worried "It's ok don't worry. I just went out a bit it's been a long time since the last one" he sighed. He knew there was something wrong with you, but he'd rather change the subject right now, maybe you were just tired. "If you say so". An embarassing silence engulfed you whole  as you just stared at eachother, no words spoken, untill "Do you want to dance?" He asked, realizing just after what he had said "I-if you want, i am not forcing you" you replied, smiling "I'd love to, but it's been a while since i last danced, so i might not be that good" "it's fine. Let's see what we can put..." He ruminated with himself, searching for a good song "You like this one don't you? Rose of flesh as blood by plastique noir. It's not really my style but it's...enjoyable" "Are you sure you want that? We can put one that you like instead you know?" You told him, nervousness expanding inside you "No, I am sure I want this one" he declared, starting the song and gradually getting closer to you, one of his hand on your waist, the other holding your hand gently.

Baby, you're a millions of things

Wishes, obscene dreams, I don't know yet

Maybe it explains all these millions of miles

Between us laid on the same bed

You slowly start to move, your feet moving in sync, or almost, as you accidentally tripped and stepped on one of his "Sorry" you apologized while looking down "It's fine, don't worry" he reassured, a gentle smile on his face.

"Why so much alcohol

Speed, sleeping pills?" I ask myself

I could make easier your escape, but I am afraid too

I must confess

"We should spend more time like this. I am sorry I didn't pay as much attention to you when I was with Lilith" he apologized, looking in your eyes, clearly sorry "It's ok. I mean we are here alone, we can make up for the lost time now" you assured, holding his cheek with your hand. He melted in your touch, as your steps started to get a little bit faster.

Your trails have been so uncertain

Iron curtain, those sheets that divide us

Not even a Russian missile would break such solid silence

Your thoughts went back to what happened. You can't stop thinking about it, you would be breaking down by now if he wasn't here...

I hate every single day after I look to my side

And you are not there

Night has just fallen, and you are lost again

I don't know anywhere

....you reflected if you should tell him what happened. No, it's better for him to not know, you will deal with this yourself.

I read your name in the night lights

Ambulances and police cars

A strobe that flashes forever

I read your name in the night lights

In the basement of a nightclub

In a strobe that flashes forever

The song was starting to get faster, and so where your steps. Eyes staring into eachother, expressing every feelings you couldn't say out loud, every thought, every emotion.

Baby, you're a millions of things

Wishes, obscene dreams, I don't know yet

Maybe it explains all the miles that I walked down into the sewer

There I could rest

"Why so much contempt?

Why so few talking?" I asked myself

But I can wait for the morning

When your bleeding petals will water the whole neon garden

Your eyes travelled to his lips. You couldn't help but think how they would feel against yours. Where they soft? Warm? Oh but you were sure it would feel good, it would be the best sensation you have ever felt. Better not look at them for too long, you don't want him to notice.

You are rose of flesh and blood

You're temptation for the pure

You're redemption for the clod

Except he already noticed, and he couldn't help but to think the same. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to lean a little, just to get a closer look at the lips he desperately wanted. And who knows, maybe you would notice his advance, lean into him and then, finally, kiss. But if that wasn't the case, he already had an excuse for the gesture. And so, he slowly leaned into you, just ever so slightly, as the song finished. You couldn't help but to involuntarily lean a little too. Maybe you would have kissed, maybe one of you would have retreated at the last moment, but you'll never know, because Lucifer's phone started to ring.

He he walked away from you, to see who had distrubed that delicate moment. You already missed his touch, and he missed yours too. He picked up the phone, only for his daughter's voice to come. He was ecstatic, he always was when Charlie called, you loved seeing him like this.

His face soon turned from an overly joyous one to one of anger and anguish, what could have possibly happened to turn his mood around like that? He told her something you couldn't quite catch, before he hung up the call. He slowly turned to you, the same face as before, before he announced

"The extermination will be early this year"

What...

[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 6 sneak peek

@cherry-4200 @adaizel

So I finally had the idea for a chapter. I am in a good mood so I decided to give you all a little sneak peak. Keep in mind it's not proofread and it might change slightly when it's done

You walked into the crowded street of hell, sinners, bumping into eachother. There was really no perception of personal space these days, oh how you wanted to go back to the good old time where people actually respected you. You travelled and travelled without any destination in mind. It has been a lot of time since you last went out and who knows when the next time will happen. Maybe you could go to some other ring? No, you wouldn't have time to come back home.

You kept walking in the distance, some glances crept at you, but it wasn't nothing to be worried about, you were used to it. You stopped in a corner, to just relax for a bit, it's not that someone would have noticed you anyway. It's easy to disappear in here, to camouflage. People in here tend to stay for themselves, not caring about what happens around them, because when you stay out of other's affair it's better, it's safer. Someone could kill, kidnapp, drug, make love, and every other sort of thing here, surrounded by other demons, and no one would budge. You didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing exactly, it could be helpful at times, you used this to your advantage sometimes, but you can't help but wonder if something happened to you, would anyone help you? No, no they wouldn't. Sinners are selfish, a life more or a life less doesn't make any difference to them, and to think they were once human, they were just like you. How could people turn into such monstrosities, what did free will do to them? What did they do with free will? Nontheless you came to hate your own species, you had no pity for such people. But, even though, you still rather be human, be associate with those. Being something other than that feels...wrong. You don't want wings, horns, or some weird powers. You just want to be you, but that is impossible in a place like this, it would certainly being you to death, or pheraps, something far worse.

You decided to head near the hazbin hotel, you didn't plan to visit, in this moment you only needed to be alone, you only headed in its vicinity. You kept moving around, shielded from the ignorance of demons, protected by your invisibility. You thought you were safe, that no one would eve try to harm you, but this is hell after all, no one is safe. You were a fool to even dare to think otherwhise, someone was watching you, stalking you from the distance. You didn't know who it was, but you felt their eyes looking at you. You walked faster, your hand protecting your bag and holding it close to you just in case. It would be easier for you to pull out your weapon, the beautiful knife Lucifer gifted you, you never abandon it.

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YOU ALWAYS EAT THE ONE YOU LOVE

Words: 697

Sooo i decided to take a pause from 'the passenger' until i get a decent idea for a chapter, in the meantime i got an idea for this.

Alastor x reader

Cw: cannibalism but as a metaphor for love, sadomasochism and suggestive. Maybe OOC Alastor i don't know. I went a bit crazy with this.

He feels the softness of your skin, cold and soft against his touch. He smells your delicate aroma, his teeth grazed against you. As he feels you against him he knows he can't resist, a strong desire engulfing him whole, laying deep into his soul, an oh so passionate love he feels for you only.

He wants you to be his every meal: his breakfast, his lunch, his dinner, and his occasional snack. It doesn't matter how much flesh he eats, for he only craves yours. His crimson eyes staring deep into yours, with such a hunger it seemed he hadn't eaten for days. Is it really so wrong to love someone so much to want to consume them whole, to make them eternally part of you?

There are so many ways he could make you: braised, stewed, fried, grilled, raw. Yes that would be perfect, there is nothing better than to taste your flesh as pure as it can be.

Oh yes he must eat you now.

Oh he really can't make it anymore, he finally take a chunk from your shoulder. Your soft and delicate skin seems like it's melting in his mouth, oh how delicious you were. The bitter taste of blood invades his insides, truly a bliss. Oh how stupid it was going to heaven when he was living it right now.

Your scarlet blood ran on your naked chest, as the pain finally reached you. It hurt, it endlessly hurt, but oh how it felt good, it felt addictive. You wanted more...you needed more. He finishes his little hors d'oeuvre by licking off the blood still flowing from the wound, sliding down your body until cleaning every single drop of blood. But that wasn't the end, oh darling he didn't even manage to get to the main course!

His head kept getting lower and lower, reaching your inner thighs. He looked at you, you could feel the love, the desire, the passion. He took a moment to inhale your scent, oh you were truly such a doe! So cute and tasty!

After some agonizing long seconds, he bit, taking another chunk of your skin. Oh he wanted to savor you slowly, feeling every inch, getting every taste of you. This part of you was particolarly soft. How it felt good in his mouth, and the blood only served as a bitter sauce to make it just perfect. He made sure to take every inch of it, it's not like he didn't notice how good it felt for you.

Now how could he forget about the dessert? He looked at you. You were starting to feel weak from the blood loss, he knew it, but that's just makes it better doesn't it? But oh no, you were so pale it looked like you were about to faint! That just won't do. He moved up closer to your face, his lips still covered with your blood. He kissed you, a gentle and tender kiss, making you taste yourself "Now you don't taste so bad do you? I am sure you'll be more than happy for me to finish won't you?"

You eagerly nodded, how could you refuse another one when he made you feel so good? He hummed, content with your response, as he slowly slid down to your hip. He took a moment to inhale your scent and then he finally took a bite. Sounds of pleasure escaped your lips, as he happily savored his last meal, his mouth full with your scarlet blood.

He took a moment to look at you, to admire you. Blood covered you everywhere, oh you were truly delicious! In that moment it was only him and you, in his room, covered in blood. How romantic.

Oh but what partner would he be if he wouldn't let you eat? No, no dear that just won't do, you need to eat. It's your turn to have your meal now, and you could have as much as him as you wanted. It's your turn to feel him, for him to become a part of you, forever.

You got closer and closer, your breath itching against his neck

And you bite

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THE PASSENGER

Chapter 5

Words:259 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Sorry for the short chapter! It's just that it was made pretty much to introduce her character a bit so I couldn't do more than that

In the deepest pits of hell, in the darkest places, a wicked and vile woman lived, finding joy in the suffering of every living, or non living individual. She relaxed in her obscurity, observing all of her empire with the eyes she spent years collecting. A turmoil of emotions spiraling deep within her, as the chaos that she spent years cultivating felt ruined. Holy blood lived in hell, a thing that she couldn't stand. She called one of her beast at her.

'Pureness still finds comfort in the hollowness of this place, come find her, and when the time comes, bring her to me. I plan on ruining her, stripping her of every thing dear to her. The woman that predated me never absorbed free will, that just won't do. Now go, be sure to learn every single thing about her, do not dissatisfy me again, you know what will happen if you do'

She said, as the beast disappeared in a cloud of pure shadows.

She let out an exasperated sigh, she knew she would succeed, she would delete every single trace of holyness in her, but deep down, a feeling of dread loomed over her. She was affiliated with Lucifer, it won't be easy to bring her here, but she was the Root of all evil after all, what couldn't she do? She took a drag from her cigarette, as she meticulously reflected on her next moves, accompanied by the screams and laments of  the sinners she took for herself, it was merely music to her ears.

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THE PASSENGER

Chapter 4

Word count:1124 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Yeaaaah finally chapter 4! I hope you'd like this one. I actually managed to put more effort into it so yeah

"Ehy bitch!" Lucifer exclaimed, a nervous look clearly evident on his face. A few seconds have passed as she was announcing whatever she had to announce to him, in an instant his face contorted from an anxious one to a happy one "YOU ARE INVINTING ME TO SEE YOU. YES I'LL SEE YA THERE BYE I LOVE YOU" he ended the call, as he stared at you , eyes shining with excitement "MY DAUGHTER INVITED ME TO SEE HER Y/N! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!" He burst, going out of the pool and getting dressed "Yes, Luci, I heard you while you were on call you know?" You answered, following him outside "Do you want to come too? It's been a while since you saw her in person too, i am sure she'll be happy to see you" "No thank you, it would be good for you two to have some farther-daughter moment alone. I am fine just in here" "Are you sure? Come on you know you want to see her" he coaxed "I couldn't be more positive about it" "Well ok then, i'll see ya later" he finishes, giving you a smirk and kissing your hand as a final goodbye. Oh he was such a tease. You loved him so so much, you desperatly wanted to ask him out, but the ring on his finger was a constant reminder of the things you could have done there in heaven. If only you wouldn't have been so coward, maybe, just maybe, he would be yours now. You walked through the castle, the white of the walls contrasting perfectly with the f/c of your clothes, dirty of blood that you weren't able to wash away, a looming sensation watches over you, a feeling of sorrow drowned you, as you knew something would have happened to you, one day. Not that you could do something about it, but when that moments will come, may the root of all evil have mercy on you.

A finger traced on your arm, as your nail went deep into your flesh, almost scarlet blood flow to your hand. Your blood was a constant reminder of the holyness you were slowly losing the more you lived in this gruesome place. Even being free from the fruit of knowledge of good and evil couldn't save you from slowly corrupting yourself, as sin was spreading all over you. You wondered what would have happened if you decided to accept his offer, what would have happened if you ate the apple.

"Dear, don't you want free will?" "I have already free will, you're a fool if you think I would disobey God like this. What would this make me gain?" "You don't seem like having free will to me, come on, I never saw you doing anything you actually wanted to do" "oh yes you did, many times in fact, the only things I want to do is to submit to God and to obey my husband" "Or is it really? Do you know what this could give you?" "Enlighten me, Lucifer, isn't this what your name means?" "This could give you more than you already have. More sensations, more experiences. You've never felt the lust of the flesh, the feeling of shame, don't you want to be complete? Don't you want to feel whole?" "Such a foolish reason, i don't need lust, i don't need shame, i don't need more experiences" "You are so stubborn, that's what I like about you. I hope one day you'll be able to understand why i am doing this. Now i shall go, my dear, duties are waiting" he said, a kiss planted on your forehead. He was such a moron, that's why you loved him, if God knew what he was trying to make you do, and what he already made you do, oh the things that would happen to him. You wouldn't be able to bear it, no one shall ever know.

You reached the comfort of your bedroom, a single red eye watching over you. You glared back, coldly. You knew too well who that belonged to, you knew you would be her next victim, even so, you didn't dare to say a thing to Lucifer. You cared too much about him, you didn't want him to worry for you too, he had already enough problems. You laid back on your bed, the eye following your every movement as it was studying you, trying to decipher your every secret. A strong feeling of death engulfed you, the more the eye stared at you the more it amplified. After some minutes you got too anguished by it to continue to stay in there, you decided to exit and go into Lucifer's room instead, it wasn't far from yours. As you entered the first thing you noticed where the big piles of rubber ducks, two campturing your eyes. It was you and him, in a little duck version, how cute. You sat on his bed, looking at the photos hung on the walls, it was mostly him and his family, but right in the middle, there was a protrait of you. The first ever of the many there were made. He promised you he would have throw it away because you thought you looked ugly in it, yet he didn't. You remeber that when you shamefully showed it to him his eyes lit up, he said you were perfect. He was so sweet to you, still is. Maybe in a few months you'll be able to confess to him, maybe he loved you too. Yes, you were sure of it, you were going to declare your love to him, possibly before the next exetermination. As you were thinking about what you would do, you felt Lucifer coming to his room, he was back already? You managed to get out just in time, before seeing him with a worries expression on his face "Luci? What happened? Did something go wrong?" "It's just that, my daughter is going to go on a meeting with heaven and i am just so worried. You know how heaven can be" "Yes, i know, but she is a smart woman, i am sure she'll be able to handle it yeah?" "I guess your right, i hope she'll be fine..." "she will, don't worry" you finishes, inviting him to an embrace. He didn't think twice to ingulf you whole, taking out his wings to seclude you two from no one since you were alone. In that instant all your hollow thoughts were soon forgotten, as all you ever wanted, all you ever needed was here, in your arms. That's just all that matters, for words are unecessary, words can do more harm than there already is.

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I just want to advise you guys that i finally got an idea for a chapter and i promise it will be better than the last since this time i am going to actually put the time and effort. Be patient because i swear it will be worth it...i hope. It depends if you'll like it as much as i will. I have big plans for this fic i don't wanna disappoint you all

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THE PASSENGER

Chapter 3

Words:889 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Ok so you guys before you read this i must tell you that it actually sucks ass. I didn't have time to plan anything for the fic this week as it was literally full of things to do and to not let you all without an update for too long i did this monstrosity. I did it in like some minutes and it was a last minute thingy but i promise that the plot of this fic is good i just can't write happy things in my "poetic" style for the death of me so i had to improvise. Again i am deeply sorry for whatever this is.

A few years have passed since Lilith's disappearance and Lucifer depression was really getting to him, but you always managed to help him through it. After she was gone you stopped travelling around hell and started living with him and Charlie. You loved navigating through the inferno, as much as it was grotesque, but Luci was your top priority. It seemed like he was getting, happier, in a sense. You didn't have to help him as much as you did in the past. It seems your sweet reassurances were useful for once. His joyous demeanor was slowly creeping through the cracks filled with suffering. Charlie was a fully grown woman by now, you were so proud of her, of what she has become. She recently started some sort or project, a hotel to redeem sinners. Her dad wasn't really...fond of her dream, but you supported her as much as you could. Her and Lucifer lost a lot of their relationship. They were....distant, she did love him, as much as he did love her, but it saddened you to see them grow apart. After Lilith's disappearance you started to care for Charlie as if she was your daughter, she was so young when she lost her mom, she needed someone to care for her like only a mother could, and you decided to fill that role. After a while she got accustomed to you, she grew to love you, to see you as family, even when the thought of Lilith still lingered inside her. She was such a sweet girl, you were sure she could do it.

As for Lucifer, your feelings for him never went away, they only grew the more you were togheter, and it was the same for him too. He loved you oh so dearly. He desperatly wanted to make a move, but he was afraid, deathly afraid of it. Lilith was still in his heart, y/n helped him a lot to move on, but he still wasn't ready. You decided to plan something for you and Luci to distract him and help him get better. And what's more relaxing then swimming? You searched for him among the intricate corridors of the castle, founding him in his room, making another rubber duck: "Oh Luciiiii~" you exclaimed, catching his attention, slowly moving your way towards him "Oh! G-good morning, do you need something? I am quite busy right now as you can see...uh...you can stay here with me and help me! If you want..." He replied. He was starting to get more nervous around you and you felt guilty about it, you thought that maybe you did something wrong. If that's the case then the pool day might be able to help him forgive you you hoped "Uh, are you almost done with that? I planned something for us today but we could do it later if you're busy" "NONONONO! I-I am happy to do anything if it's with you–uh I mean don't worry, we can do it now!" He spluttered, as he looked away from you to hide his growing embarassment "Ok so uhm, I've noticed you are recently getting more stressed, soooo you know the pool you have but that you basically never use? What about having a relaxing pool day with nonother than me?" Lucifer contemplated the idea, but of course he accepted. How could he not when you were so excited to spend the whole day with him? "YES–uh of course I accept" "PERFECT. I'll wait you in there while you get ready byeee!" You exclaimed, as you burst out of the door, a sigh coming out of his lips. You were hopeless, but he loved you for it, plus it was an excuse for him to see you in a bikini. He got ready for the pool and made his way there, you were already waiting for him in the cool water and oh my god was he a sight to see. You had to physically  restrain yourself from watering down your mouth, the same was to be said for him though "Ehy, sorry if I didn't wait for you, it was just so fucking tempting" you said looking up at him "It's fine, i guess you'll just have to WATCH OUT!" He exclaimed diving into the water "OH COME ON LUCIFER FUCK YOU I WASHED MY HAIR YESTERDAY" you shouted at him, him exploding in a fist of laugher "that's what you get for not waiting for me". You sighed, he was hopeless, you were truly infatuated with him weren't you? "You owe me something for this mister" you told him, crossing your arms "yeah yeah sure" he replied giggling. Oh god you were such a sight in that, it was hard not to kiss you right then and there. "Uh do you hear that too?" He said all of a sudden "hear what?" "My phone's ringing, wait a sec" he replied, teleporting his phone there. He started at it for a second before screaming "OH FUCK IT'S MY DAUGHTER WHAT THE HELL DO I DO!" "Luci, calm down. Breath in and out it's going to be fine, now be a good dad and respond" "Yes yes you're right" he cleared his throat while finally responding to the call "Ehy bitch!" Ok maybe he was more hopeless than you thought.

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So, after some serious thought, I think I will commit myself to Patreon.

Some ideas I've had for it are:

Short Stories

Fairytale Retellings

Poetry

Personalised greeting card poetry in case you can't think of something to write for your family.

Short stories based on ideas readers would send to me.

While I'm considering this, please tell me (even if you have no plan to subscribe) what you would like to see on a writer's patreon.

Of course, I will still write fanfic for Tumblr but for copyright reasons, I wouldn't put it on patreon. This would be for my work.

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MASTERLIST

Sooo i decided to make this so it could be easier to find my fic and also because I plan on writing more in the future

The Passenger series

The Passenger(chapter 1)

The Passegner(chapter 1.5)

The Passenger(chapter 2)

The Passenger(chapter 3)

The Passenger(chapter 4)

The Passenger(chapter 5)

The Passenger(chapter 6)

The Passenger(chapter 7)

Coming someday...

ALASTOR

You always eat the one you love

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THE PASSENGER

Chapter 2

Words:1753 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

It's finally time for Lilith's disappearance, yay! As usual i hope this chapter will be of your liking! Also i don't think this week i'll be able to post anything as i will be really busy with studying and such, but i will still try to write something.

You once again travelled through the meticulous intricacies of hell, with one destination in mind, your shop. You managed to open your pretty little place to make a living out of your miserable life. It was really simple, you would give the customer all the information they needed, while you would get something in return, something of great value, money peraphs, but you managed to get a few souls too. It hurt you, seeing those demons throw their hopeless life away for something so futile as even a little secret you had managed to see, but this is hell after all, a place of eternal torment, where every vitality is doomed from the very beginning. If you wanted to keep yourself alive, it was your job to do just that, as much as it broke you. You took your keys and opened the door. It was lifeless, as usual, it was overflowing with dust, dust that you never had the courage to remove, it seemed filled with energy, peraphs that wasn't dust, that was ash, tiny little particles of a person's being, you were sure someone died in there, your heart told you. Every time you would enter that hollow place it seemed to invade an ancient thomb, you would feel a sense of turmoil every time the delicate and heavy smell of whood would enter your nostrils. You walked behind your desk, steps heavy with grief for someone that you never met, but that was the only place you could afford, so you couldn't let them rest, not for a very long time.

A sinner walked through the timbered door into the dimly lit room. The woman was tall and slender with light-grey skin, her unusual white hair were shaped in the form of large horns, her shoes looking like ballet slippers, wich she walked on the tips of her toes. "Good morning ma'am, what is that you'd like to know?" You told her listlessly as she got closer to you: "Good morning great passenger" she responded, bowing before you. You were bewildered, it seems like people genuinely respected you, at least some of them did, it felt....nice: "I'd like for some information of where to find angelic weapons". This woman was peculiar, to say the least, not many have asked you about angelic weapons before: "there is a desert somewhere in the pride ring, far far away from civilization, there lays many corpses, stabbed by those same weapons, not many are aware of that place"  you replied, showing her a map you had previously found there: "I shall thank you, i hope this is enough to pay the price" she said, handling you a good quantity of money and an angelic weapon, a rare find, "Don't worry, it's perfect" she thanked you one last time before heading away.

Now that work was done, you got back to travelling hell like usual, your steps unusually loud, as the stermination was coming near once again. In a few days the angels would arrive and bring chaos and destruction everywhere they'd reach. You knew that they would not harm you, it was agreed upon the pacts stipulated by Lucifer, but he still decided do gift you something you could protect yourself with, an angelic weapon, a beautiful knife adorned by the most gorgeous and ethereal images carved into it's handel. Oh how sweet, he cared about you a lot, you could easily sense it. It would be romantic even, if not for the fact he was bound to Lilith. Luci never wanted you to suffer, but oh if only he knew how much he hurt you, he would never forgive himself. He suscitated such a pity on you. But even after all this suffering, this torment you were costrained to live with, you found something in you that was worth it still, your humanity. You were no demon or angel, you were just a simple human. You never turned into a demon once you fell, peraphs it was because you were never casted there, it was by choice, by choice of following the one you loved most, even when he couldn't reciprocate. For as long as you could remember you had cherished your humanity above all else. It was part of you, carved into the very depths of your being. It gave you strength in your toughtest moments, as it was a source of force and resiliance, a reminder that good could still exist in a haunted and grotesque place like hell. You loved how it felt to be human and every aspect of it, how it felt to be fragile, how you needed to eat and drink to survive, how things felt on your bare skin, how it felt to be alive, how you were unique. You loved and cherished every single aspect of it, and if it would be taken away from you, you'd fall into the pits of despair and emptiness, because being human was what made you....you. But even as you embraced your humanity, you knew it made you weak, an easy target, for hell was a merciless place, but you refused to give up your soul, for it was the only beacon of hope and light in your meaningless life, and you would never trade it for anything in the world. There was another thing other than your humanity that gave you hope though; Charlie, Luci and Lilith's daughter. When they first announced the pregnancy to you, something inside yourself shattered, maybe it was your heart, maybe your very own soul, but nontheless it spiraled you down into a despair you would have never wanted to reach, and the worst thing was that you had no one to talk to, no one wich you could confide your deepest sufferings. You drowned in a pool of misery as Lilith watched you pleased and she took Lucifer away, to keep it all to herself, like the whicked and evil woman she is deep inside. You could still remember the day they announced the pregnancy to you like it happened yesterday.

In the grands halls of Lucifer's palace, you stood in silence as him and Lilith made their announcement. Her hand rested gently on her slightly swollen belly, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she looked upon her husband with adoration: "Lucifer and I have some wonderful news to share!" She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up: "We are expecting a child!". The words hit you like a hammer, your heart aching with pain that threatened to consume you whole. But despite the turmoil growing within your soul , you forced a smile, masking the pain that burned inside you: "That's wonderful! Congratulations to both of you, I can't wait for the baby to be born!"  Your voice filled with untrue enthusiasm. Lucifer's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes flickering with something unreadable, before turning back to Lilith with a smile: "I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED! I HAVE MANY PLANS–OOOH AND I HAVE A LOT OF NAMES IN MIND!" As the conversation turned to how to name the baby, you felt as though you were drowning in a sea of sorrow. You wanted nothing more than to scream, to breakdown from the injustice of it all, but you knew you had to maintain this facade, for you would never ruin your friendship with Lucifer.

Even after all this torment, you managed to have a good relationship with Charlie. Her joyous character infecting you, making you find a reason to keep living. You grew to be attached to her, you watched her make her first crawls, make her first steps, and say her first word, you watched her grow. She was truly like the child you never had to to you. As you travelled through hell your thoughts lingered on the young lady, to distract yourself from the sorrow surrounding you, you decided to play a visit. As you got closer and closer to Lucifer's castle, a negative aura started surrounding you, something didn't feel right. You tried to dismiss the feeling crawling down your spine, as you reached the palace.

You ventured inside, making your way through the shadowed corridors, your footsteps echoing through the dimly lit halls. You silently approached Lucifer's and Lilith's bedrooom, but as you stepped into the vast room, your breath got caught in your throat at the sight before you. Luci sat hunced over on the edge of the bed, his shoulder shaking as tears streamed down his face. His joyful demeanor seemed to be replaced by utter desperation. For a moment, you stood there in place, unsure of what to do or what to say, but you fastly recomposed yourself, as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, with the same loving embrace he would give you back then in heaven: "It's alright Luci" you murmured reassuringly "I'm here for you, tell me what is happening and we can deal with this togheter". Lucifer's body tensed up at your touch, his breath heavy as he looked up at you with red, teary eyes: "She's gone...Lilith is gone" he cried, as he vainly tried to stop the tears from flowing down his cheek. Your heart ached at the anguish in his voice, full of pain and torment that threatened to engulf you both "Luci, listen to me, you are not alone, you have me and Charlie by your side, you can do it. I am sure Lilith is ok, that she will be back, sooner or later" this is the last thing you said, before the silence started to loom, broken only by the sound of sniffs, as Lucifer buried his head in your chest. You passed the entire day holding one another, as he ruminated on the memories he had with his wife and you listened to him. And so, they clung to each other in the darkness, finding solace in each other's arms, weariness soon found them, and they fell asleep, still embracing eachother.

While you held Lucifer in your arms, offering words of comfort, a tornado of emotions raged within your soul. Amidst the pain you felt for him, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life. As you felt Lucifer's tears on your body, you dared to entertain the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for you. Now that Lilith was gone, you and him could, peraphs, get togheter someday, and have the happy life you always wanted you two to have.

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Hi guys! Just wanted to tell you how I came up with the title "The Passenger" for my lucifer x fem!reader fic because I wanted to and had nothing to do. Ok so basically there is this song that I like a lot and while I was listening to it I came up with the lore and all. Since I wanted the reader to love travelling and like, knowing the entirety hell I wanted a title that reflected that, and since I was listening to that song I decided to use it's title as the title of my fic. Listen to it it's really good

Iggy pop's version(the og)

Siouxsie and the banshees ver.

Also just wanted to say to you all to be careful to certain details because they will reappear in the story in some way, even if it's really not lore important if you don't notice that I just wanted to say this. I have planned almost everything for my fic and I hope you will like it till the very end! Also if you're lucky I will post the second chapter tomorrow, bye!

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Hell's Assumptions

A/N – Okay, I think that’s everyone on the tagging list. So, here’s to Chapter 4. Raise a glass.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

FEMALE VERSION HERE

TAG LIST: @x-uno

People were staring.

The worst part was, you weren’t sure who they were staring at, you or Lucifer. It could have easily been him since he was the King of Hell, and even those who didn’t immediately recognise him could sense the power he exuded. However, it was just as likely that they were looking at you and wondering who you were, and how you had managed to get their ruler to walk with you, especially since he wasn’t known for going out much.

Fortunately, when people saw Lucifer coming, they moved to the other side of the street, staring, whispering, taking pictures, but keeping a safe distance.

Lucifer was used to this kind of thing. He walked confidently, held a charming smile, and was generally non-plussed by the attention. You, on the other hand, felt awkward.

‘This was my idea,’ You mentally reminded yourself.

You tried to hold onto that thought as you attempted to strike up a conversation.

“So… What’s it like in the Embassy building?” You asked, quickly realising that it was a terrible topic as Lucifer’s smile became a glower.

You shouldn’t have reminded him where he was going. It was obvious he hated Heaven for their treatment of him, yet yearned for it and the life he had lost within its pearly gates where nothing went wrong for anyone.

“Sorry,” You said hurriedly. “I didn’t think- uh, nice weather we’re having?”

Lucifer smiled and shook his head. He couldn’t believe you. Only the night before, you had told him to grow up, with such confidence, and now here you were struggling for words. He bypassed the awkward situation with ease by asking, “Will you be visiting the Hotel today?”

“Oh, uh… Maybe. I would like to see everyone again. Check that Nifty hasn’t set anything on fire. Make sure that everything’s okay, and-”

You had been about to mention Angel Dust. Today was one of his work days. You would like to check that he was okay. You didn’t mention him however, with something like a confidentiality clause stopping you, though you weren’t his doctor, nor was he your patient. You didn’t want to talk about his suffering; he was more than his trauma.

Instead, you said, “I would like to check in, but maybe not today. Besides, you’ll be there tonight, won’t you?”

“Yes. I’d like to deliver the news to Charlie personally, and perhaps coach her on some of Heaven’s stricter rules.”

“Then, I think I’ll stay at the manor. I wouldn’t want to step on your toes. You and Charlie- I think you need to catch up a bit, without any interruptions. She missed you, you know.”

Lucifer ruminated on this for a minute. Whatever your motivations, he was glad that you were giving him and his daughter some space. Granted, the Hotel was large enough to house many conversations in separate areas but by making the offer of keeping your distance, you were giving Lucifer some breathing room; that was good.

Had you not made that offer, Lucifer might have brought up the topic of moving you back into the Hotel to Charlie, but in respecting his boundaries, Lucifer was starting to think that you weren’t so bad… for a Sinner.

“I missed her too.”

“Can I ask,” You said hesitantly, “What kept you away so long? You clearly think the world of her.”

Lucifer sighed, and stopped in the middle of the street, “I-”

He didn’t get to explain his absence.

Instead, he became annoyed as two Sinners, one who looked like a nine-year-old boy’s dream with bazooka arms and rocket-infused shoulders, and the other a winged bear-woman wielding a machine gun burst through the building on the opposite side of the road, waging war upon one another.

“SHIT!” You cursed, seeing the debris that threatened to crush a lone imp who hadn’t reacted quickly enough, his leg trapped under the first brick segment that fell.

Reacting quickly, you threw out your arms. A light green barrier shielded the imp from further harm, but you struggled under the weight of so much wreckage.

“MOXXIE!” A female imp yelled, running to him.

You thought she might struggle to lift the wreckage off him and were about to ask for Lucifer’s help before your barrier would inevitably crumble. Yet, the female imp was stronger than she appeared and she threw it off Moxxie. She then lifted him bridal style, and ran from the danger, shooting you a grateful look from across the street.

You gasped and shuddered as you let your arms fall, your barrier fading from existence.

“You shouldn’t have bothered,” Lucifer said as you straightened up.

“What?” You breathed heavily, recovering from the exertion; one of the weakest Demons in Hell, with your limited abilities.

“It was a nice thing to do, but what’s the point? Look around,” Lucifer threw his arms up dramatically. “Someone built something nice, and now it’s gone, all because two Sinners couldn’t take their petty power struggle somewhere else. Nobody benefits from this.”

You opened your mouth to argue but were interrupted by the same two imps you had just saved, “Hey there, I’m pretty sure my husband is delirious right now, but he wanted to come over here.”

“I’m not delirious, Millie,” Moxxie said pointedly, clinging onto her shoulder to support his weight; his leg was in all likeliness broken, but being an imp of Hell, it would heal quickly enough.

Millie looked at him sympathetically, likely thinking something along the lines of, ‘Baby, we’re the only ones on the same side of the street as His Majesty, but do what you gotta do!’

“I must thank you most humbly for your remarkable rescue in my name, good Demon,” Moxxie exclaimed pompously, probably presuming that since you were accompanied by Lucifer you were of a much higher station than you were. “Without you, I would certainly have perished, so I find it an appropriate time to extend my gratitude.”

“He means thank you,” Millie affectionately translated.

“You’re welcome,” You smiled. Then, with a small flourish of your fingers, Moxxie leg was bandaged and he was provided with a crutch to hold onto. You were no healer, but that would help the bone set correctly.

Moxxie and Millie thanked you both again, presuming that Lucifer had been part of the rescue (and in a way he was, for when the warring Demons saw him, they took their battle elsewhere), then they were gone, one limping down the street on his new crutch, and his wife offering to carry him.

“You’re wrong,” You said, once the pair were out of sight. “They benefitted.”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say about that. They were only imps. Why did you think they mattered? Yet, after watching the loving couple thank you for their rescue, Lucifer wasn’t certain that he trusted his assessment of the situation. Charlie wanted to redeem Sinners, you had just saved the lowest of all Hell’s beings and he…? He needed to reassess how he thought about things.

The two of you didn’t speak after that and Lucifer assumed that you were mad at him until you reached Heaven’s Embassy. Lucifer stared at the building, broken and hopeless, thinking about how he would have to fight for Charlie.

He was about to take the first step towards it when you rested your hand on his shoulder.

He stared at you, surprised.

“Good luck,” You proffered sympathetically. Then you walked away, and Lucifer was left staring after you. So, you weren’t mad at him after all. What a curious person you were.

He looked back to the building before him, the one place in Hell that was perfectly pristine, and unable to be harmed by anyone. After a deep breath, he headed inside.

When Lucifer returned home, he was exhausted. The meeting had been lengthy and derogatory. He had been treated with barely disguised disdain and talked in circles, but finally, Heaven had agreed to allow his daughter passage to Heaven.

It was never an option really. As the ruler of a powerful realm, Lucifer had to be treated respectfully, even if all of Heaven hated him. Yet, just because they had to acquiesce to his request didn’t mean they hadn’t tried to talk him out of it. The only good news was that it had been Sera and a few of her assistants who hosted the meeting, not that ignorant prick Adam; Lucifer hated that guy… though his taste in women had always been spectacular.

Still, it had all been worth it when he got to the hotel and Charlie thanked him and invited him to stay for a while. They had caught up over tea, and he had gotten to know a little bit more about her and her relationship with Vaggie. Lucifer likely would have stayed longer seeing as he’d also been invited to games night, but then that red-headed bastard was there, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and Lucifer had made his reasons to leave.

Now, all he wanted was to recover in peace.

On his way upstairs, he heard the long-neglected TV blaring in one of the living rooms. Feeling somewhat guilty about his unsupportive attitude towards you earlier, he decided it would probably be good for him to make amends and apologise. So, before isolating himself for the evening, he sought you out.  

You were hunched on the sofa, watching 666 News, and grimacing at the new headline, King of Hell’s New Fuckbuddy.

Lucifer stood quietly behind you, watching as Katie Killjoy reported, “While Hell will be royally fucked by the impending extermination it seems that King of Hell Lucifer is being royally fucked by his new bimbo bitch, seen walking with him today on the streets of Pentagram City.”

Security camera footage of you and Lucifer from earlier filled the screen for a minute before returning to the hosts.

“Who is this Sinner? Does Lucifer get off on Angelic clothing? We hope to find out more soon. Over to you, Tom.”

Tom Trench continued the report, much less assuredly than his co-anchor, “Nobody can say for certain they’re together. Some speculate the Demon to be his highness’ new assistant or-”

Katie clutched Tom’s neck in one hand, never looking away from the camera as she cut off his air supply, “Nobody gives a shit about your limp-dick opinion Tom. We’re all here to speculate about who’s raw-dogging who. Now, onto our cooking segment, It’s Dahm Good, with host Jeffrey who is making a delicious spleen soufflé. Jeffrey-”

“HA!” Lucifer laughed, pointing at the TV.

“Shit!” You yelped, lurching forward, having not known he’d returned home. You turned the TV off and stood to face Lucifer.

He was doubled over and wheezing at the idea that you and he would ever be together.

“Well, at least you’re not upset about this,” You grinned, finding his good mood contagious.

“What morons. They’re always just there, assuming the weirdest shit whenever I go out,” He laughed.  

“Yeah? So, it’s okay people know we’re friends?”

Lucifer straightened up with a smile. So, you classed him as a friend? He didn’t confirm or deny your assumption of friendship. He waved his hand, unbothered, “Let them think what they want to think. It’s Hell, nothing matters. Besides, 666 News is trash.”

“Yeah, you’re right. So, how did the meeting with Heaven go? Did they agree to meet with Charlie?”

Lucifer sobered up slightly, though he didn’t seem as upset as he was earlier when Heaven was mentioned, “Yes. The meeting’s in a week. Charlie is- She’s optimistic.”

“And you?”

“I- My girl can handle it.”

“Yeah, she can.”

And so it was that you and Lucifer started to find some common ground, that slowly built the gap from two people who barely knew one another, towards friends.

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Learning To Get Along

A/N – So, a user on A03 suggested the snake servants’ new names. It was a stroke of genius on their behalf, and I can only thank them for it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

Tag-List: @reverse-soe @x-uno

Do you think you can manage that? Lucifer’s words hung in the air, creating an icy barrier between you.

So, Lucifer thought himself too good for low-life Sinners such as yourself. That wasn’t fair. Sinners might be in Hell for a reason, but sometimes such reasons were just fucking stupid. Heaven ought to base their entry requirements on a person’s character or strength of heart, not just their actions. You had met plenty of Sinners who were in Hell because of the most trivial shit.

There were those who liked to sleep around, but if sex positivity was a problem, then how did Heaven explain Angels like Adam, whom Charlie had told you about in excruciating detail. Lust shouldn’t have ever been considered a Sin, as long as all participants in any such carnal act were above age and consenting.

Then, there were a few murderers you knew. Granted, murder made the lines blurry, but some Sinners killed in self-defence, or only targeted others such as themselves, protecting the innocent in a very gruesome Dexter-like fashion. Were they really to be condemned? And who the fuck gave a damn about Sloth. So, some people were just bone idle, who gave a shit? Heaven apparently.

And now, the ruler of Hell was condemning those around him as well. He was supposed to care for his people, good or bad. Not to mention those who were solely created for or born in Hell, such as Imps, Hell-Hounds, or the Deadly Sins themselves; they hadn’t committed any crimes to get sent here originally – it was their home.

Your eyebrows furrowed, creating an annoyed crease along your forehead.

“No,” You told Lucifer, who stared at you incredulously.

No? Didn’t you understand the situation? He was Lucifer. King of Hell. He could destroy you with no effort spared, leaving no trace that you ever existed, and you were telling him no? He wasn’t an unreasonable guy, but how could you possibly think that being around him was a good idea? Did you respect Charlie more than you feared him? Granted, he didn’t go out much so few knew how powerful he was, but no other Sinner would dare deny him his wishes.

You saw the look he was giving you and decided to explain yourself.

“Look, I’m only here ‘cos Charlie thought it was a good idea, and if you genuinely hate me, I’ll go and you’ll never have to see me again, but you’re not even trying right now. You haven’t spoken to me. You don’t know anything about me, and frankly, I think Charlie’s right, you do need someone to talk to.”

“I don’t-” Lucifer started.

“You don’t even know why I’m down here,” You interrupted angrily, though you refrained from raising your voice. “And you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same. Ooh, we squandered your gift of Free Will and now we deserve to suffer for eternity, do we? Grow up!”

Lucifer stared at you in astonishment, and you sighed, apparently not finished in your tirade, “I’m going to my room tonight, but tomorrow, I expect that you’ll at least try to tolerate me. Who knows? We might even find some common ground. We both love Charlie, don’t we?”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say to that. He certainly loved his daughter, more than anything else in the universe, but you? He still suspected that you had some kind of ulterior motive… everyone in Hell did. Yet, you had a point. He would do this for her, even if it meant he had to tolerate you.

Who were you, really?

He looked at you closely for the first time, trying to pick out some detail of who you might have been. It was even more disturbing than he previously thought. Before, he only saw a human. Now, he examined your clothes. There was little to say about the style, but your apparel was reminiscent of a Holy Animal. With the ruffled cuffs of your jacket, the way the back peaked to create the image of feathers, and the yellow ribbon that lined the white material, you looked like a dove.

Yet… Despite living in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie had insisted that you didn’t seek redemption. Why go through the farce of dressing like an Angel then… unless? No, you couldn’t be. No Angel would dare stray from Heaven unless they were ordered to.

Lucifer held back a glower, trying to keep his emotions in check so you wouldn’t sense his thoughts. There was a possibility, though small that you had been sent by the likes of Adam to spy on Lucifer and his kin, ensuring that none of Charlie’s patrons ever found a way to the Pearly Gates.

Well, it wouldn’t take long to uncover your ruse. Lucifer had ways of telling an Angel from a Demon, and once you were asleep, he would know.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said evenly. “I love my Charlie.”

“So, you’ll try then.”

Lucifer nodded his head in consent.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

The sentiment went unreturned as your King returned to his chambers, biding his time until you slept.

When you returned to your room, you got ready for bed. The day had been long and unusual. Honestly, you didn’t feel that you had a place in the manor, and you longed for your room in the Hotel, even if it was smaller, had a large stain on the carpet (which Nifty had named Vivienne) and an unruly infestation of roaches.

In the short time you had spent there, it had become home.

You would miss the arguing inhabitants, the energetic wake-up call from Charlie, the feeling of safety that Vaggie instilled, and the sound of Alastor’s morning and evening radio broadcasts. Yet, you hoped you might find something equally valuable in return if only Lucifer would open himself up to the possibility that you didn’t want anything from him.

After glancing out of your window, which had a balcony you could step out to if you so wished, you took in the whole of the Magne District which was the heart of Pentagram City. If you strained your eyes, you could just see the flashing neon of the Hazbin Hotel, and if you turned your gaze up… There was Heaven, out of reach yet always in sight, taunting most Sinners, yet emboldening a brave few who dared to wonder What If? What if they could change and gain admittance to a better life?

You sighed and dared not ponder further when you needed to get some sleep.

Throwing yourself on the plush bed, you got comfortable, arranging yourself how you liked, then leaning over to your bedside table, you blew out the cherry candle you had previously lit.

You rested your head atop the satin pillows, then frowned, feeling a lump beneath it. You reached under and pulled out a rubber duck, painted to look like a Hellhound-Duck hybrid. Assuming it was one of Charlie’s childhood toys, you placed it carefully atop the table; it would keep you company on your first night in a strange new place.

Lucifer waited till the late twilight hours before leaving his workshop. He transformed himself into a snake, slithering silently through the Hallways, ensuring that you wouldn’t hear him coming.

Before being cast out of Heaven, detecting an Angel would have been a simple task. He would just know, the way he now knew how to read a Demon. Yet, with you giving off little sign of Demonic energy, he now had to test if you were of Angelic origin. There were two ways he could do so. The first was by spilling your blood. Those who were born in or sent to Heaven had golden ichor instead of the oozing red or black goop of Hell-spawn and Sinners.

However, not wishing to alert you to his presence, Lucifer decided to opt for the other method.

Once he was inside your room and certain that you were in a deep slumber, he reverted to his original form, standing over you, his pupils turning to slits at the thought of a traitor in his house. If you were what he thought you to be, he would kill you immediately.

He pulled a small yellow twenty-sided stone from his pocket and baring his fangs in anger, he pressed it lightly against your skin.

Nothing happened.

Lucifer’s expression changed from one of deep-seated loathing to confusion. You weren’t from Heaven. If you were, the stone would have glowed a brilliant shade of Gold. Instead, it remained its original dull yellow.

Very well.

He would keep his word and… Tolerate you.

He left your room as quietly as he had entered it. Tomorrow, things would be different.

Lucifer didn’t sleep that night; the idea of change was terrifying.

The next morning, when Lucifer finally resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to face you eventually, he headed downstairs, assuming that was where you were.

“JUST TRY IT!” He heard you yell. “TRY! OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DAMN IT!”

“Uh…” Was all he could think to say as he entered the kitchen and found you clinging to one of the snake cleaners he had created the previous night, in a rodeo-like fashion. The creature was trying to buck you off, with a somewhat derpy expression, probably stupidly assuming it was a game; Lucifer hadn’t bothered to instil them with much intelligence since he didn’t need them for anything more than cleaning.

“ARGH!” You grunted as you were dislodged from its back.

“What- What is this?” Lucifer asked, confused.

“Oh shit!” You cursed, embarrassed to have been caught in a less-than-dignified position. You attempted to regain a little composure by standing up, then held up a handful of wadded-up pancake.

“Do they eat?” You demanded, referring to the reptilian cleaners, “’Cos they’ve been in a picture frame their whole lives, and they must be hungry by now.”

Of all the stupid things you could have done, Lucifer couldn’t help but crack a smile, though he had the decency to hide his laugh behind a clenched fist and pass it off as a cough.

“They don’t need to.”

“Okay, but can they?”

“If they wanted to, I suppose so.”  

You glared at the mushed-up pancake, “I fucking knew it. Spick, Span, eat your fucking breakfast!”

“I’m sorry, who now?” Lucifer asked.

“Well, they clean, don’t they? Spick and Span seem to fit unless you have something better to name them.”

Lucifer chuckled, a half-short-lived chuckle, but one all the same. You were more chaotic than he expected.

“Fine, if you want them to eat, you’ve got to cook in style.”

He waved his hands energetically, his outfit transforming from his usual suit to one befitting a flashy Michelin Chef. He was comfortable in the role of an entertainer as he made a dazzling display of cooking up eggs. With the flash-bang of indoor fireworks, the island counter gained a conveyor belt to transport several dishes, all perfectly presentable and giving off a delectable aroma of herbs and spices.

Eggs-benedict, frittatas, and shakshuka shot by you, closely followed by a hungry Span, though his twin was busy writhing on the conveyer belt, trying to get to his feather duster, yet doomed to chase it since he didn’t think to travel in the opposite direction so it would meet him in the middle.

The sight was memorable to say the least, even when Spick knocked the food onto the floor and his brother was left stupidly sucking on the corner of the countertop where his seemingly new favourite dish had splattered.

You couldn’t help laughing.

“See?” You struggled to get the words out, “I knew they’d like food. I’m just a shite cook.”

Lucifer gazed at his dishes proudly, even though they were no longer fit for either of your consumption.

“Hah,” You said, feeling somewhat awkward now that the moment had passed and Lucifer’s gaze was upon you, trying to figure you out. “I’ll uh, clean this up.”

“No need, leave it to Flim and Flam,” Lucifer said nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not their names.”

“Whatever. So… we’ve met, there was breakfast with a show. We done for today?”

The smile fell from your face as you realised that all of this was just another of Lucifer’s acts. Granted, he might have actually had fun with it, but it was all just in the name of claiming he had tried to be around you, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I don’t know. I was going to go into the City if you wanted to come.”

“I can’t. I have… plans.”

Lucifer’s mood soured as he thought about visiting Heaven’s embassy to set up the meeting for Charlie. He hated everything about that building. The décor was just a cruel reminder of everything Heaven had banished him from. Moreover, while the Angels had to respect his power, they didn’t respect him; their cruel words and thinly veiled insults always cut him the deepest. Not to mention how bitter he was that the balance of power was uneven. Sure, Heaven had an embassy in Hell, but there was no such building in Heaven where Demons could work to arrange meetings between Angels and him.

It would always be Lucifer going to their building, on their terms, usually at their behest.

“Plans? So, you’re setting up Charlie’s meeting today?” You guessed astutely. “You know, I’m walking that way too.”

Lucifer guessed at your game. You probably hadn’t been going in that direction at all, but this was all in the name of ‘trying’. One way or another, he would have to learn to get along with you.

“Fine. Let’s go,” He said, flicking his hand back blasély, even though he found the idea of walking the streets of Hell daunting.

It would be better if he could teleport there, but at least, by the end of the day, you would have something positive to report back to Charlie.

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - I Don't Need You

A/N – Since the first chapter got comments and actual reblogs, surprise, surprise, I was motivated to continue. See, Tumblr? This is how it works. I respond to instant validation.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

You looked around the dusty hallway that comprised the main entrance to Lucifer’s manor. Yikes, Charlie was right; he really did need a cleaner. You doubted that was her main motivation for placing you in her father’s care but looking at the layers of thick dust and brimstone coating downstairs, you could see it hadn’t been used in a long time.

Lucifer watched you sceptically. Ideally, he would have liked to leave you to find your own way around, but he didn’t want to be accused of not trying by Charlie, should you call her and state that Lucifer was straight up ignoring you.

With that in mind, he bade you to follow him with a wave of his arm and gave you a half-arsed tour of each room, during which he would energetically state its name, and occasionally pepper in a fact if he felt like it and then hurry along.

“Parlor one, dining room, parlour two, library, parlour the… you know what, we have a lot of those, if you see a room with chairs and a fireplace, assume it’s a parlour. Moving on, bathroom, closet, like the parlour situation, there are lots of bathrooms and closets. Kitchen, which is always stocked by the way, so I don’t have to shop,” He muttered a sentence about the Hell of going out there, and then he was back to his bubbly self, rushing you through the rest of the tour, “Games room, spa, my room – don’t go in there – and here, among the unnecessary number of bedrooms, is your room.”

Although every room in the manor was lavish by Hell’s standards, Lucifer had sneakily pre-worked a bit of his magic to make yours somewhat undesirable. It was still large and had all the fixings, but now, it was dirty, damp, and there would always be an underlying scent of slightly rotten milk, that was just noticeable to annoy anyone, yet not something so offensive that he could be blamed for causing it.

The now slightly squalid room wasn’t Lucifer’s way of being petty and cruel; it was just that he wanted you to leave, and that would only happen if you had a reason to. You should go back to the Hotel where you belonged; better yet, you should just head to a different part of Hell where neither he nor his daughter would have to look at your disgustingly human face… A face that, though nothing like Lilith’s, reminded Lucifer of his wife since there was nobody else even remotely like her except for their daughter and now, unfortunately, you.

The simple fact of the matter was that Lucifer was just waiting for you to start demanding things of him, or Charlie. It would likely start with something small, like changing rooms, then if he gave you an inch, you would take a mile, and soon you would demand he use his Angelic Powers to serve you in seemingly impossible ways.

One way or another, the room was a test. You would either see it and leave in search of greener pastures or a better deal elsewhere, leeching off whoever would give you the time of day, or you would stay and start giving orders; either way, Lucifer would be able to return to his daughter with proof that sinners were the problem, not him.

You stepped into the room, accidentally kicking up a cloud of dust that made you sneeze.

After a minute, you turned to Lucifer, “Thank you for the room. It’s lovely.”

Lucifer held back a grimace as you had the audacity to smile at him.

“Great,” He replied in a strained tone, “Just perfect. So, I’ll uh, leave you to get settled in and-”

Just then a portal opened over the canopy bed and two packed suitcases landed there, courtesy of Charlie. Lucifer tasted his daughter’s magic in the air and sighed resignedly; whatever Charlie had planned she wasn’t backing down from what she likely thought was a good idea.

“Right on time,” Lucifer commended the fine timing of his daughter, and even though he was clearly uncomfortable with her plan to give him company, he did seem genuinely proud of her expert timing; then again, he was proud of anything she chose to do even if he didn’t always understand what it was she was doing.

“Great,” He repeated somewhat tiredly. Then he forced himself to smile. It was important that you would see him happy so that Charlie would hear about it later. “You go ahead and unpack. I’m going to do some very important work.”

The sentiment of ‘Don’t disturb me!’ hung in the air, unspoken, but obviously there.

Once Lucifer left, you flopped down on your bed, thinking about all you had seen. You checked your phone, finding several texts from Charlie, progressively getting more impatient as she awaited your reply with a somewhat hyper-anxious anticipation; it seemed the apple truly didn’t fall far from the tree.

‘How was your arrival?’

‘Did you get the grand tour?’

‘Which room did he put you in?’

‘I bet it was the Rococo room.’

‘Oh no, he didn’t put you up in my old room, did he? That would be so EMBARRASSING!!!’

‘Wait, why aren’t you replying?! PLEASE TELL ME HE’S BEING NICE TO YOU!’

‘I can come over if you need me to.’

‘Did your bags get there okay?’

You smiled and decided to put Charlie out of her misery. Your phone alerted you that she was already writing another message, but as soon as you started to compose one of your own, the notification that she was typing disappeared.

‘The tour was fine. Lucifer has been nothing but polite,’ and frazzled, you thought, though you omitted that part from the text; it was best that Charlie didn’t have anything extra to worry about while preparing for her meeting with Heaven.

‘My room is also amazing btw. I don’t know about Rococo or whatever, but it’s certainly stunning, and judging by the lack of stuffed animals and probably cheesy posters, I’m guessing it isn’t your old room.’

You really meant that. While your room was in need of a good cleaning, and there was a slightly off odour, it was indeed beautiful with its lacquered wooden floors, rich velvet drapes (Hell-Red of course) and lustrous emerald wallpaper. It was one of the most beautiful places you had ever seen, especially since arriving in Hell, not long dead after… the incident.

You removed your thoughts far from the grim memory of your death, not wanting to relive your demise. It never did any good to think of such things, and you had to wonder whether all Demons fixated on the manner in which they perished. Perhaps some were lucky enough to die in their sleep or get hit by a bus; at least the latter would be quick, and the former peaceful.

Moreover, you also believed the other part of your text; Lucifer probably kept Charlie’s room as a shrine to her youth. He seemed like the sort of person who was stuck in the past.

Your phone buzzed again, and you expected another message from Charlie, but it was from Angel Dust.

‘When you get the chance, snoop in the Short King’s bedroom and find out what kinky shit he’s into. I’m betting food play. He seems like a whipped cream and apples kind of guy if you catch my drift.’

Betting? He had undoubtedly roped Husk and Nifty into said bet. Husk had likely opted for a safe option like bondage… You didn’t want to know what kind of kinky shit Nifty thought Lucifer was into; that girl was a dark horse.

“Never going to happen,” You murmured to yourself with a chuckle; you would never invade Lucifer’s privacy like that, but Angel’s text had made you laugh and distracted you from your earlier thoughts.

Getting up, you pushed yourself into action and began unpacking both your thoughts and your few clothes and possessions. You lit a scented candle that Angel had gifted you. It was one of his unwanted gifts from Valentino, Blueberry Blowjob. You were glad when the scent filled the air, taking away from what you incorrectly assumed was the faint smell of mildew. The smell didn’t concern you, you had plenty more candles and tea lights with such names as Orange Orgasm, Popcorn Pussy, and Cherry Cum-Shot.

The manner was well furnished, but all of the rooms were neglected. There were seven parlours in total, each matching the theme of one Sin, probably because it would be polite should they ever need to meet with the Royal Family one-on-one. Despite that, they seemingly hadn’t been used in some time, nor had the library or any of the living rooms. You hadn’t seen much of Lucifer’s room as he rushed you past the door, which had only been slightly ajar, but what little you had caught a glimpse of seemed cleaner than the rest of the manor. Did he spend all of his time in there? Alone? That was… It was sad. Lucifer could live well among anyone in Hell, except maybe Alastor, yet he couldn’t see the good in anyone.

Without Charlie and Lilith that must be lonely. How depressing that he had created a kind of personal Hell inside of Hell. You were starting to think that Charlie was right to send you home with him.

Still, it seemed like he needed some time to get used to the idea of company and you had a job to work as his cleaner. Once you were unpacked, you would seek out the cleaning supplies and get started.

Lucifer draped himself over his workbench, listlessly toying with a rubber duck. It was one of his worst creations… Couldn’t even breathe fire.

He didn’t even know why he continued to make them. Honestly, he couldn’t think of anything else to make, and it was better to make something than nothing, even if he ended up creating the same thing over and over again, clinging to the memory of how one celestial duck had made Charlie smile.

Her smile was everything. Even Heaven couldn’t take that away, or… Maybe they could, if this meeting went awry. No. Please God, No. Not that. Anything but that. Kill the sinners. Show him the agonising mistake of Free Will for eternity, but he hoped to never see the day that Heaven treated his daughter with the same derision they typically reserved for him.

Lucifer froze, a glower darkening his expression as you knocked on the door.

He had clearly implied that he didn’t want to be bothered. IMPLIED IT! It hadn’t even been one day and you were bothering him.

Lucifer didn’t open the door. He didn’t want you to see inside his room. That was his space and his alone. Yet, he didn’t want any risk of you barging in, so he poofed himself to where you stood outside, using a glamorous entrance to grab your attention.

“Yes?” He said expectantly, leaning forward on his cane, as if leaning closer to you didn’t disturb him half as much as it did.

“Oh,” You blinked back surprise, though you weren’t too shocked seeing how Alastar always snuck up on you at the Hotel in a similarly flamboyant manor. “Sorry to disturb you, Sir, but I just wondered if you could tell me where the cleaning products are kept? I would like to get started as soon as I can.”

Cleaning products? Lucifer was stuck on the sentiment as if he’d never heard of such foreign words. Then he seemed to remember, you had been volunteered as his cleaner. Right… That was Charlie’s way of making him take you.

You waited patiently for a response, having quickly learned that your host tended to drift between a fast-talking façade or thoughtful distractedness. You wished you didn’t have to ask him for help, but after searching three floors and the attic, you had gotten somewhat turned around, and you had no idea where you had already looked; the manor was massive.

Finally, Lucifer seemed to come to and he began boredly examining his hand.

“That won’t be necessary,” He stated demurely.

“It won’t?”

“No. It won’t.”

Behind you, Lucifer caught sight of a portrait of his family. The frame was carved blood-wood harvested from a Tree-Demon who once dared to insult Lilith in Lucifer’s presence. Two winged snakes adorned opposing corners of the portrait. With a lazy wave of his hand, they creaked and snapped, coming to life, and escaping their previous wooden home, leaving only indentations where they used to be. With another magical flourish, they grew slightly and became more life-like, shedding splinters as their new uniforms appeared.

“There, see, two half-sized cleaners. They’ll take care of everything.”

You stared hard at the new servants of the house, somewhat amazed by the show of power; nobody else in Hell could do anything close to creating life, and it seemed that Lucifer didn’t even care that he had such power.

Frankly, Lucifer was upset with his new creations. He had finally strayed from ducks, creating something new for the first time in over a century, and they were still bland. When he had created Razzle and Dazzle for Charlie, he had done everything he could to make them beautiful and unique. These abominations in front of him were cheap copies of that Sir Pentious fellow he had seen at the hotel. He just didn’t have anything left worth creating. There was no point.

Whatever. The snake servants would do their job quietly and obediently. And they’d be more useful and less annoying than Charlie’s reptilian friend.

“Oh, okay. Well, is there anything else you’d like me to do?” You asked, wishing to be useful. “I can cook pretty well, or I could run errands, or-”

“NO!” Lucifer snapped.

“But-”

“Don’t you get it?! I DON’T NEED YOU.”

Lucifer forced himself to take a calming breath, his gaze downcast so he didn’t have to look at you.

“This is all my daughter’s plan. All you have to do is stay out of my way here and Charlie will be happy. Do you think you can manage that?”