#Lucifer Morningstar One Shot

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Interrogation- Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 409

Author: Aaron

“Oh, don’t worry about it, that little peashooter would hardly injure an actual human never mind the Devil himself.” Lucifer smirked as he simply took the pistol from the wannabe hitman’s grip. “It’s always much simpler without these primitive… things making everything more complicated.” Lucifer unloaded the pistol and unchambered the round before tossing the useless metal back at the assailant. “So, you’re going to tell me why you decided to try and shoot my…” Lucifer looked back at you with a confused gaze “my very good friend here.” You could not help but let the sly smile shine through as you rested against the bullet-hole ridden wall as the waft of gunpowder filled the dusty air, a sincere thankfulness to whatever power in the universe let you get away from the gunfire with a mere graze and a small bloodstain that slowly spread across your sleeve.

“I get my target, I get paid, I don’t ask any more questions than that.” He said with a shaky, frail voice as Lucifer rested a firm hand on his shoulder. “I already told you man I don’t know why.”

“No, but maybe you can tell me who?” Lucifer barely gave the man a chance to open his cracked lips before reeling his arm back and landing a firm punch against his jaw. Lucifer propped him back up against the wall with his forearm. “You’re going to tell me who.” Lucifer dropped him to the floor and brought his arm back again, stopping just in time for the hitman to cower in fear.

“I’ll tell… I’ll tell you anything just stop!” Lucifer watched gleefully as he cowered and writhed on the floor before bending down and pulling him up by the scruff of his coat. He brought a hand up and dusted the dust that had collected on his clothes.

“Firstly.” Lucifer brought his hand up and clasped him under the chin, turning his sweated head towards you. “You’re going to give your finest apology to my friend here and I do not want to hear any half assed nonsense.” The hitman locked his baggy eyes with yours and pleaded and begged for his life before finishing with a very sincere sorry and a promise that it will not happen again. “See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Lucifer let him slump to the floor as he crouched into his eyeline. “Let’s start with the simple questions then… who sent you?”

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

How the tables have turned - Lucifer x fem!reader x Adam

Hello! I had a few ideas involving Lucifer and this one is one of them. But also, prepare for a bit of Lucifer spam this week because this man is angst fuel (and you know how much I love writing angst). I promise I will return with some Alastor posts too after these few ones with Lucifer (and I also have a request I am currently working on). Hope you will like it <3 Words: ~2700 TW: angst

"Do you still love her?" you asked, your voice nothing more than a whisper, as you lay on your knees. Things with Lucifer haven't been so smooth lately, and your realisation that he still had feelings for his Lilith is slowly killing you from inside, despite your best efforts to hide it.

He stood in front of you, pinching the bridge of his nose while a deep sigh escaped him. He paused for a moment, debating on the right words to say. His shoulders slumped as he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of defensiveness and guilt. "Of course. She was my wife, wasn't she?" He looked away, his eyes flickering as he avoided eye contact with you. There was a part of him that still longed for Lilith, a lingering ember of their past still burning within his chest.

You stared at the ring on your finger, the gold now feeling like a shackle rather than a symbol of eternal love. Doubts gnawed at you—was this really a promise of forever, or just a placeholder until Lilith decided to return? The thought twisted your heart, making you question everything you thought you knew about your marriage.

"But... You're married to me..."

He turned back to you, a pang of guilt stabbing at his heart as he saw the tears welling up in your eyes. He cursed himself silently for causing you pain, even If his feelings for Lilith were complicated.

"I know," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of defensiveness and resignation. "But it's not that easy. We have a long history..."

"She left you... You and Charlie were out here struggling and she didn't give a fuck..." you spat at him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as you called him out. The mention of Charlie hit a sore spot, and he bristled at the mention of his daughter's struggles.

"You don't understand!" he snapped back, his voice rising in frustration. "She may have left, but the memories and emotions don't just disappear! You think I don't know about Charlie? I care about her more than anything else in this world."

"Then why the fuck are you doing this to me? Why couldn't you just deal with it and leave me out of this?" He let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on himself slipping a bit. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from defensiveness to resignation.

"It's not that simple," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "I never intended for this to happen... I thought I could move on, that my feelings for Lilith wouldn't still linger. But I was wrong. I never meant to hurt you, believe me." You got up, slowly making your way to the door. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, wait," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't go. We need to talk about this."

"I just want to go for a walk..." He watched as you pulled your arm away, frustration building up inside of him. He knew he couldn't force you to stay, but the thought of you walking out on him was almost too much to bear.

"Fine," he retorted, his voice coming out harsher than he intended. "Go ahead, take your walk. But this isn't over. We still need to figure this out."

You walked past him, slowly disappearing into the crowd of Pentagram City. Your mind was racing, as you erratically passed from one street to the other.

Eventually, you found yourself on a worn bench, its cold metal biting through your clothes as you tried to steady your breathing. The chaotic noise of Pentagram City buzzed around you, a harsh reminder that you were just one more lost soul in this damned place. You felt like a cruel joke, a stand-in until the real queen returned to claim her throne. Closing your eyes, you exhaled shakily, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.

"Rough day?" you jumped when you heard the sudden voice next to you. You looked up, being met with the mask of an exorcist, your eyes widening in fear.

Adam burst out in laughter seeing you so terrified. "Whoa there, honey. Take a few deep breaths. It's just little old me."

You knew everything that happened between Lucifer and Adam in the past, but somehow, despite you being married to his biggest enemy, Adam never seemed to have a personal problem with you. Yes, he treated you like shit just like he did with everyone else, but that was all.

"What... How did you find me?" you asked confused and he pointed at Heaven Embassy which was just a few meters away. You haven't even realised you were so close to it. You scoffed, your gaze returning to the ground as you tried to even your breath.

"Well, sweetheart, you're not exactly being stealthy, walking around in a huff like that. I just happened to spot you from up there and got curious. So, what got you all worked up? Bad day at work? Or is it something more, like maybe a little lover's quarrel?"

"It's none of your business, Adam..." you harshly said, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Hey, now, I may be a lot of things: awesome, great, a sex master..." he replied, his tone a mix of banter and genuine compassion, "but I'm not heartless. You're clearly upset about something, and whether you want to admit it or not, I can tell it's not just some little disagreement. C'mon, spill the beans."

"Lucifer... he still loves Lilith... and I don't know how to deal with it..." you admitted, your eyes never leaving the shiny ring on your finger.

Adam's expression darkened at your words, his cocky attitude faltering for a moment. He clenched his jaw, a mix of anger and bitterness flooding his mind as old memories came back to him. He leaned back, a coldness in his eyes as he spoke.

"Ah, of course. It's always about those two, isn't it? Some things never change..." He paused briefly, his mind clearly elsewhere before shifting his gaze back to you. "I happen to know how it feels when your spouse clearly has feelings for... someone else..."

"Yeah… I'm sorry for what happened to you…" you said softly as you heard the pain in his voice.

Adam's expression softened slightly at your empathetic words. He let out a heavy sigh, staring into the distance for a moment before responding. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've had my own fair share of heartbreaks, trust me. But it's not your fault." He shifted his position on the bench, focusing his gaze on you once more. "You love Lucifer, don't you?"

You were taken aback by his question, but, to your surprise, the answer didn't come as fast as it used to. "I... I do..." you hesitated.

He leaned closer, his expression curious and intrigued. "But... you sound unsure. Love's not supposed to have doubts, darling. Especially when you're literally wearing his ring on your finger." he pointed at it, his finger briefly touching yours.

"What's the point?" You sighed. "It doesn't matter what I do... I took care of him... I was there for Charlie when she actually needed her mother that was nowhere to be seen... And still, I am not enough for him."

Adam raised an eyebrow, hearing the frustration and disappointment in your voice. He leaned back, contemplating your words for a moment, before speaking again. "Let me tell you, darling, that's a sentiment I'm all too familiar with. But let me ask you this..." He paused, his eyes locking on yours. "Do you really want to be with someone who doesn't see your worth? Who doesn't appreciate everything you've done for them?"

You looked at him confused, taken aback by his words. "I..." you started, trying to find your words. "And what should I do? I have nowhere to go apart from Charlie's hotel and I really don't want to involve her in this..."

Adam studied your face intently, sensing the conflict and uncertainty in your emotions. He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "You see, the problem seems to lie in the fact that you're feeling trapped. You feel like you have nowhere else to go like you're forced to stay with someone who takes you for granted." He paused, mulling over his own thoughts before continuing. "But let me ask you this... How would you feel if you weren't tied down to Lucifer? If you were... free?"

You thought for a moment, letting his words sink in. "I guess I would... leave." you finally admitted, sure of your words.

Adam nodded, a smug grin forming on his face. "There ya go. Good girl. Now, you understand what needs to be done, don't you?" He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head, crossing one leg over the other. "Now, here's the fun part. Say you leave Lucifer, where are you gonna go? Heaven? Pfft, like they'd let you in."

You scoffed. "You don't make any sense..."

Adam chuckled, clearly amused by your confusion. "Oh, but I do. You don't really have a lot of options, now do you? Sure, your lovely Charlie's hotel is there, but you don't want to burden her with all this, right? And Heaven? They won't even open the gates for you. So, you see, you're in a bit of a bind." He leaned in closer, a sly smirk on his face. "But hey, guess who's got the solution for ya?"

"What... What are you suggesting?" you asked, your eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

Adam leaned back again, enjoying your reaction to his words. "Oh, it's simple, sweetheart. If you leave Lucifer, you're gonna need a new place to call home, right? A place where you're wanted and appreciated." He paused, studying your reactions before dropping the bomb. "What if you come with me?"

"What?!" You snapped. "I've heard how you treated Eve and Lilith! Like they were nothing to you! You think I want this?"

Adam's smirk faltered a bit at your outburst, his ego slightly bruised. He raised an eyebrow, a mix of defensiveness and irritation on his face. "And who told you all this stuff, hmm?" he retorted, leaning forward, his tone a bit defensive. "Sure, I might've had my moments, but I don't know where you're getting this 'treating them like nothing' nonsense. They were my wives, after all."

"Well, Lucifer said-" you began, only to be cut off by him.

"Oh, big surprise, Lucifer said that, huh? I suppose he's a reliable source of information, isn't he? The Fallen Angel himself, just feeding you all the truth out of the kindness of his heart." The sarcasm in his voice was thick as he rolled his eyes. "Tell me, darling, do you really think he's got your best interests at heart? Do you really think he won't throw you out the door as soon as Lilith steps back into the picture?"

"I..." Adam saw the uncertainty in your face, a flicker of doubt in your eyes. He leaned closer, sensing that he struck a nerve. "That's right, sweetheart. You're not sure, are ya? You've been second-guessing yourself, questioning where you stand with Lucifer. But deep down, you know the truth. You know that you're not his number one priority, that he's still hung up on Lilith." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "And that's why you're sitting here, feeling lost and alone, right?"

You turned your back on him. You knew he was right... But running away with him? It felt a bit too much. "I could never leave Charlie… She needs me…" you whispered, the weight of your responsibilities pulling you back from the edge. Adam huffed, the flicker of annoyance crossing his face briefly before he masked it. He reached out, his grip firm but not forceful, turning you to face him again, the intensity in his eyes impossible to ignore.

"You're telling me you're willing to put up with Lucifer's bullshit just because of Charlie? You really think she'd want you to suffer like that?" He paused, his grip on your arm tightened slightly. "Come with me, sweetheart. I'll treat you better than Lucifer ever did."

You fidgeted with your ring, considering his words carefully. "Are you really going to bring me, a sinner, to Heaven, just for this?" you whispered, a bit unsure of his words.

A sly grin formed on Adam's face as you asked your question. "Oh, darling, I've got a little trick up my sleeve for that. You see, I have a direct line to the big boss himself, so to speak." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I can pull a few strings, arrange things so that... well, let's just say that you could have a special little place in Heaven, all to yourself." He smirked. "Besides... you do miss your family, don't you?"

Your eyes opened wide, as your heart skipped a bit. "My family...? Are they there? You know them?" you desperately asked.

Adam chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on you. "Oh, I know them alright. And they're all up there in Heaven, enjoying the celestial life." He leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "See, baby, I told you I could make that happen for you. A place in Heaven, all your loved ones around you... and a husband who'll actually treat you right. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

You sighed, thinking about it. But he was right. There was no point in staying just so you could be a replacement. You looked up at him, determination hinted in your eyes. "I need proof... Show me that they're actually there and I'll come with you."

Adam's smirk widened a spark of excitement in his eyes. He knew he had you now. "Smart girl," he said with a nod. "You want proof, I can give you proof." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper once more. "But before we do this, I need one thing from you..."

"What is it?" you asked, suddenly feeling so vulnerable in front of him. He looked down at your finger, tracing the line of the golden ring.

"I need you to give me something... something that shows you're serious about leaving Lucifer behind." He paused, his eyes meeting yours, a hint of playful challenge in his expression. "Take the ring off."

You hesitated, the cool metal of the ring digging into your skin as a tear slipped down your cheek. This small circle of gold had once been a symbol of hope, but now it felt like a lie. With trembling fingers, you slid it off, feeling a pang of loss as you handed it to Adam, knowing this was the first real step towards a future you couldn't yet see.

"That's a good girl," he praised, eyeing the ring in his palm, "now we're getting somewhere." He stood up, offering his hand to you. "Let's go, sweetheart. Time to show you what you really deserve."

Lucifer paced back and forth in the living room, Charlie watching him silently, worry filling her more and more with every moment.

"Dad, I need you to tell me why she left... Did you have a fight again?" she asked. He stopped pacing for a moment, sighing deeply as he looked at his daughter. There was no point in hiding the truth from her anymore.

"Yes," he admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "We had another fight. And it was mostly about... your mother."

When Charlie was about to speak, a knock on the door interrupted them. Lucifer ran towards it, hoping it might be you, but just as he opened the door he froze. He slowly picked something off the floor, silence filling the room.

"Dad, are you ok?" Charlie asked. "Who is it?" Lucifer slowly closed the door, a golden paper in his hands, your ring tied to it. The sight made his heart ache, the weight of your absence suddenly hitting him like a ton of bricks.

"Dad?" Charlie asked again, as he placed the paper on a table, walking away in silence. She quickly grabbed the paper, in order to read what was written, but her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"How the tables have turned, fucker. "

Tags: @ratsematary @littlebluefishtail

[cryptidghostgirl]

Lovely (Lucifer x Reader)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Description: Lucifer had heard rumor of the demon with the ability to alter people's memories. Y/n was a marvel and he had her wrapped right around his pinky.

Warnings: Same angst, new target.

Word Count: 1,631

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A/N This fic is inspired by Spud Cannon's song Lovely. Also don't mind me and my silly little Latin obsessed brain (Lucifer translates to light bringer and is a combination of the latin verb ferre, to bring, and lux, light. I fuck around with that in this.)

That was what had drawn her to him first: the elegance. Lucifer was a graceful man, a beautiful man, a terribly sad person. In retrospect, that should have been Y/n's sign to take a step back but, it is always so difficult to find the right path in the moment. He had seemed so utterly heartbroken, because, as she now knew, he was so utterly heartbroken, and Y/n had thought: maybe I can help?

Her motivations had just been that at first, helping. It wasn't her fault that he was charming and funny and did things that made her want to be more than friends with him with such alarming regularity that it felt like her life was the worst rollercoaster at an amusement park. The one with eight billion sharp turns and uncomfortable seats that left rider's tailbones bruised. It was almost too much to bear.

Lucifer had heard rumors of the demon who had been gifted with the ability to alter people's memories. It had never been gossip that had interested him much until Lilith had left. Suddenly, his mind had felt like a curse. In the throws of despair, he had looked for her, hunted her down. It hadn't take long, he was Lucifer after all. When he was the one asking the questions, few dared to defy.

The shop was a hole in the wall, drenched in the smell of incense and covered in crystals and other odd objects of curiosity. Lucifer could've sworn he recognized the imp horns on the wall but, ignored it. He was there for a reason and asking questions like that were not the path to his end goal.

The demon herself, the famed mystery, was statuesque. She had sat her table in the back of the shop, draped in jewelry made of bones and gold. She had gifted him the first session free of charge.

In order to keep the pain at bay, Lucifer had been required to come to her shop at least once a month. Y/n was a comfort to him, he associated her with the feeling of relief. The two became fast friends.

"Light bringer." she would beckon him in with a smile, "Still counting those forget-me-nots?"

She spoke to him in Latin, in his first eternal language. She weaved images in the air with the smoke from her fires. She was amazing, a miracle worker. Lucifer was grateful for her, for her skill.

Y/n knew the truth behind it. She tried to ignore it, tried to still her raging heart. She knew it was doomed, had seen with her own eyes the way he was still so in love with someone else. Still, when he had asked her on that first date, a year into them knowing one another, she hadn't been able to bring herself to refuse. He had been so sweet, so earnest, so cheesy. He had asked her to be his and she had told him the truth: she already was.

It was a constant state of denial, one big, overwhelming lie she convinced herself was true. In the beginning, Lucifer had been a doting partner. He surprised her with flowers, he always tried to make her smile. It had all stopped the day she had told him she couldn't use her gift on him anymore.

"Why not?" he has asked, alarmed.

"Because, Ferende Lucem (man bringing light), it's not healthy. I can't make things go away forever, just hide them. You still need to deal with them eventually."

Y/n had thought it was time, had figured that two years of dating and three years of knowing one another would be enough. She had been wrong. Lucifer had ceased in his affections in all but name. No longer was she whisked away to the palace, no longer did she wake to one of his creations on her bedside table.

After about a month, she had decided to take things into her own hands. She refused to recede into the gaps he was creating, refused to just let this all go. Y/n loved him, truly. She wouldn't let the love die without a fight.

The palace guards knew her well, had let her in without question. After some searching, Y/n had found Lucifer locked away in his office. The place smelled of despair. He didn't turn from his empty desk at the sound of the door opening.

"Light Bringer." Y/n hummed softly, rapping a knuckle on the already open door, "Counting your forget-me-not's?"

She hadn't asked him that in years, not since before they had gotten together. He lifted his head from his hands, looking over his shoulder just the slightest bit.

"Malefica (witch)." he replied, his voice low and hollow.

Y/n smiled softly at the pet name and entered the room, letting the door stand open in her wake. She approached him, wrapping her arms around his tired shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Please." Lucifer's voice cracked, "Please take them from me. It's too much, they're too heavy."

Y/n didn't reply, simply nestling her chin into his hair.

"Y/n, please."

"You know I can't do that." she sighed, "It's not healthy."

"This is what is not healthy."

Y/n let go of him and turned his chair so they faced one another. She kneeled down on the ground before him, clasping his hands in her own. His eyes were ringed with red. In that moment, they weren't a fallen angel and a demon, they were just two people. Two people in love and two people housing broken hearts they lied to themselves to stitch back together.

"Lucifer." her eyes searched his face.

It was rare she called him by his true name. The gravity of the moment clung to their skin.

"Lucifer, what am I to you?"

He looked away. Y/n sighed, her heart cracking straight down the middle within the confines of her chest.

"Can I..." she cleared her throat, steeling her nerves, "Am I ever going to be what you're looking for?"

Lucifer's eyes snapped back to Y/n.

"You are what I'm looking for." he insisted, taking his trembling hands from hers and cupping them gently around her face, "You, Y/n, are my sweet little magician, my salve."

"My magic is, you mean."

Lucifer had always been a terrible liar. It was one of the things Y/n loved about him, the way the truth bubbled to the surface of his being. Right now, she wished he could be the best liar on the planet, the best in all of Hell. Right now, she wished she could've been born blind.

Y/n got to her feet, Lucifer's hands hanging in the air where they had held her last. There was no more running, no more hiding from the truth. This was the precipice, the breaking point, the fall.

"You're my salve." he repeated again, his voice soft and sounding like he was trying to convince himself of the fact as much as he was trying to get through to her.

"Don't lie to me." Y/n demanded, tears pressing behind her eyes, "Don't. Just... just don't."

Oh how she wished she could turn back time, set the clocks to zero.

"You never loved me, did you?"

The question hung unanswered in the air. Y/n had known it for a long time, had known it since the beginning to be perfectly honest but saying it out loud made it all the more real. She was dazed, spinning, out of control.

"You don't love me."

"I wish I could. I'm..."

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and holding back tears. She looked away.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll see myself out, I guess."

She hoped he'd call out for her, run after her into the hallway, ask if they could try again could start over. Of course Lucifer did no such thing.

For all the things she had helped her clients forget over the years, Y/n understood them even more now than she ever had before. It was complicated. Now she was going to have to reshape her life. If she ever saw him in the street, it would be her duty to pretend she didn't know him. The memories spawned the terror of potential futures, dreams where things worked out, where everything was okay. They sent her mind reeling.

She had known, all along she had feared the worst and feared confirmation of her knowledge. That was the worst part, it hadn't even been a surprise. It had simply been just that, a confirmation of the truth.

The world caved in around her as she walked home, houses and shops and people all blurring together into something undistinguished and undefinable.

Lovely, that's what he was. In all his misfortune, in all his despair, in all his grace. Lovely but oh god, oh god he didn't love her. Not the way she wanted him to. Not the way she loved him.

Y/n pulled the curtains shut to her little shop, moving methodically and without thought. She sat down at the table in the back, before the pot of incense. She lit it.

Not once in all her years had she ever tried to do use her magic on herself. It seemed like a line in the sand, something utterly forbidden. Y/n shut her eyes.

When she reopened them, the world felt different. Time had passed, she could tell it had but her mind refused to give shape to the years.

"So this is what it must feel like." she mumbled aloud, noticing the remnants of her ritual spread out on the table before her, "I wonder what happened."

[katnisspeetaprim]

Painting Lucifer's Nails

Lucifer Morningstar/Reader

Based on the above request! Requests are also open for Hazbin Hotel! Feel free to send some over!

Warning: None, just fluff and some kissing

Word Count: 508 Hazbin M.list

‘Ugh, Lucifer can’t you stop fidgeting for two seconds? I’m going to mess up.’ Your grip on his wrist tightened, effectively pinning his hand to the table.

‘But this takes so long though!’ He groaned out dramatically, throwing his free hand up in the air.

‘Oh hush!’ You yanked on his arm again, making him stumble in his seat ‘You’re the one who wanted them painted! Plus I’m almost done.’

‘Fine.’ Lucifer mumbled under his breath, leaning his chin against his free hand in defeat.

‘You should try another colour sometime, you know, something other than black.’ You smirked at him as he admired your work.

‘Ah and what would you suggest? Lime green? Hot pink? Rubber duck yellow maybe?’ He leaned across the table, giving you a sly grin. You returned his gaze and also leaned across the table so your faces were inches apart.

‘Well with a face as handsome as yours, you could pull anything off.’ You took your pointer finger and playfully stroked under his chin.

The two of you held each others gaze for a moment, before you both just burst out laughing.

‘Ok, enough with the corn.’ Lucifer wiped a tear of laughter from under his eye.

‘What? Can I not compliment my handsome, not to mention super sexy boyfriend?’ You fluttered your eyelashes as you teased your short king.

Lucifer suddenly appeared beside you, and pulled you to lean against him by your waist.

‘Ok. Maybe I like the compliments... Just a little.’ He smiled down at you, before leaning in an placing a soft kiss against your lips.

You relaxed into the kiss, before shooting your eyes open and abruptly pulling away.

‘You better not have smudged your nail polish!’ You grabbed his hand again and narrowed our eyes to inspect the paint.

Lucifer snorted with laughter once again.

‘Doll I’m the king of Hell! If I can’t get quick drying nail polish, then what god am I? He shrugged with a smirk again. You rolled your eyes. Of course he was smug over nail polish.

Noticing he was distracted, you took the opportunity to jab your fingers into his side.

‘Ah!’ Lucifer yelped out, doubling over from the ticklish sensation.

You doubled over in laughter, almost falling out of your seat.

‘Oh, you think that’s funny do ya?’ He grinned mischievously, before suddenly lunging towards you.

‘Ahh!’ You squealed, but managed to dodge out the way and run from the room, giggling as you went.

‘You think you can escape from me!?’ Lucifer gave chase, hot on your heels.

Charlie was happily minding her own business walking down the hotel hallway, when two figures sped past her on either side, making her scream and jump a mile.

‘Hi Charlie! Bye Charlie!’ Lucifer yelled over his shoulder, not stopping for a second to even look back.

It took a second for Charlie to compose herself, but when she did, se had a content smile on her face as she watched you and her dad.

‘I’m really happy for you, dad.’

[shapard]

Albino Snake🐍

Lucifer x Human!fem!reader

Alastor kinda reminds me of Dr. Facilier

A/n: I want to cry. I accidentally posted this🥲

You found a cute little albino snake. You named him Apple.

Soft Lucifer

Part 1 > Part 2

You love your home New Orleans.

The streets are filled with jazz and Happy people dancing around. It brought a smile up of your face.

It’s been so long when the streets were this filled. A big number of murders started to rise in New Orleans. Everybody stayed at home, especially you. 

News spread quickly that the Series Killer got killed by a hunter. The Hunter thought he was a deer and gave him a shot right in the middle of his skull.

The days that were cold and dull started to gain color again. And your live just became more stressful. 

Back to two jobs and a small apartment.

You worked in two Restaurants only to fulfill your dream. You want to live that dream you and you father talked about from morning to dawn. Sadly, he’ll not be able to see you reach this dream.

You’re almost there, just a couple more shifts. Just a few weeks of hard work.

You groaned when your alarm clock started ringing in your ear. Exhausted you pressed your hand onto the alarm.

You yawned and stretched your body; a small cracking sound emits from your bone, and you sigh in relief. 

“Next shift here I come!” 

As usual people side eyed you when you past them with a tray of food. Working in gastronomy is hard.

Terrible chef, terrible co-workers and even worse the customers. Your chief always tormented you that you'll never reach that dream. That it was useless. You are born poor and you stay poor, especially for a woman.

But that never lets you down. Then you'll be the first woman who'll reach the top without marrying off to a rich man.

The ring bell tuned, and your rich friend Charlotte and her father walked happily into the small business.

Charlotte smiled brightly at you when she saw you. “Y/n! There you are! I have an important question to ask you.” You laughed softly at her antics. she always was always so outgoing and a bright soul. 

“Of course.” Charlotte squealed and was quick to grab her father's purse. “Do you think you can make some beignets? You’ll get paid off, of course.” Without even waiting for your answer, she pushed couple hundred dollars into your chest and ran out of the store without even touching the beignets. 

Charlotte already paid and it wasn't rare that this happens. All your attention was now on the money in your hand. 

With this money it’s more than enough to buy the restaurant you and your father always dreamed about.

Soft tears pearled down on your face and your boss mouth was wide open in shock. “Huh… Wait… WHAT?!” 

When you shift was done you were quick to make a visit to the former sugar farmhouse.

The house was pretty worn down but that didn’t hold you back. You swung around the house humming a soft tune as you imagined how the place will look in the future.

"I'm almost there~..."

A soft clink echoed through the hollow place, bringing you back to reality. Scared you looked around you. Maybe a mouse?

Following the clinking sound, you saw a small snake hurt in a water cup. The snake looked up to you with soft red eyes. The white scales reminded you of pure untouched snow.

The snake was probably an albino. 

You spread out your hand and took the little injured creator in your hand. Your heart swelled when the little snake slithered up to your wrist embracing it softly.

Its red eyes never left yours and you patted his head slightly. 

The Snake watches as you walked stressed out up and down through your little room. A small bandage adorned its little tummy and a small bow tie was around his head. 

To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. But the way how happy you applied the little bowtie on his head was giving him pure joy. So, he didn't protest.

When you finally looked at the small clock that was on your room wall you gasp at the time. You grabbed your little purse and the beignets for the little costume party.

Theme: Kingdom.

The snake you named apple slithered up to your neck. It looked like a designer necklace, and you loved it. 

You stood unmoving in one of the stands from the party. The landlord of the place where you found him was informing you that someone pays way more than you do.

Your whole body feels like it's going to crumble. You were so close to that dream. You were so close to making your father proud.

All those years for nothing?

Apple looked up to you and he saw the face of pure despair and sadness. His heart broke when you ran towards the landlord in despair. Tears were pouring down your face as you shouted the landlord’s name. 

You were close to a panic attack. Apple rested softly on your neck like a scarf. He tried to comfort you in any way.

A woman with a wine glass in her hand accidentally pours the wine onto your dress and Apple hissed at the sudden wetness.

When you turned to look for the landlord he was nowhere to be found. And for the first time you really felt defeated.

Your legs under you gave up and everything around you started to mix in one black hole.

Charlotte hugged you from behind when she saw your broken state. Charlotte dragged you along with her when she looked at the damage on your dress. 

She gave you a new dress your mother had designed for her.

A gorgeous flowing dress that beats every physics. A little Tiana was on your head and the color matched perfect with your skin color. 

Apple watched with an immense blush on his scales.

You look so pretty in this dress. 

You plumped softly onto the bed where apple was laying. He laid under your chin cuddling into your heat. "Oh Apple. I don't know what to do." You whined as soon as those words left you.

“I can help.” As soon as you heard Apple talk you shot up, falling with full force onto the hard floor. 

Red mist covered the whole room and in front of you stood a man with white skin, red eyes and royalty looking clothes.

His smirk was large, and he held an apple cane in one of his hand. “Do you trust me princess?”

A/n: I'm obsessed with Tyla's new album.

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@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete

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RADIOAPPLE WEEK 2024!!!

Each day I'll be posting for my chosen prompts and will be linking posts back here, so stay tuned!!!

- Day 1 (June 3rd): Late Night

"The Chain Game" - Rating = E (2,263 Words)

- Day 2 (June 4th): Enemies

"I Can Be Your Hell" - Rating = M (1,182 Words)

- Day 3 (June 5th): Deal

"Deal With The Devil's Daughter" - Rating = G (600 Words)

- Day 4 (June 6th): Bonding

"What Matters Most" - Rating = G (995 Words)

- Day 5 (June 7th): Demon

"The Monster In Your Bed" - Rating = E (1,153 Words)

- Day 6 (June 8th): Dance

"We Dance to the Masochism Tango" - Rating = G (1,306 Words)

- Day 7 (June 9th): Day Out

"Out by the Bayou" - Rating = G (2,289 Words)

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 😔 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

"𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐫?" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐀𝐡! 𝐘/𝐍! 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬." 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

"𝐀𝐡! 𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚��𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬.

"𝐒𝐨 𝐮𝐡... 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬." 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞."

"𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐬𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭! 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. "𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞!"

"𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐫..." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬." 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"𝐀-𝐚𝐡, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨.

"𝐀𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫! 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥." 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 "𝐎-𝐨𝐡, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬-"

"𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐍/𝐍." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧, 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞. 𝐦𝐦𝐡𝐦𝐦.."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢����𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞?" 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡.

"𝐍-𝐧𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐫." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. "𝐌-𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐈, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

"𝐀𝐡- 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐍/𝐍, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

"𝐀𝐡.. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐈... 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

"𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐫," 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞. "𝐀𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐘/𝐍 𝐈-" 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. "𝐌𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢."

𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

"𝐀𝐡.. 𝐰.. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.. 𝐘/𝐍?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 ��𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐀-𝐀𝐡- 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢- 𝐦𝐦𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐡- 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤-" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

"𝐇𝐚𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐍/𝐍, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.. 𝐡𝐡.. 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.." 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮��� 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠-𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧.

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐂𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. "𝐎𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐘/𝐍."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐇𝐞𝐡, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐧."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, ��𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 "𝐇𝐞𝐡, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬."

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 😞

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[helluva-simper]

Nightmares

He felt so sick, his whole body felt absolutely disgusting. Bodily fluids like tears and sweat covered his skin making him feel nauseous. As he let out tiny whimpers from his dream, he shook and trembled, the memories of everything good that has ever happened to him be destroyed by his own hands. All the lives he's ruined, the life he ruined for himself! His wife, children, siblings, his father. All coming back to throw him back into the hole of self loathing that he thought he got away from.

Everything was so overwhelming. A random buzzing noise rang in his ears, he didn't want to move because the bed sounded too loud when he would but he couldn't help how antsy he felt.

Okay. That was it. Despite his body rejecting his every move, he got up, grabbing his blue blanket with ducks on it before silently walking out of his room. When he got to where he wanted to, he paused. Should he really do this? He really didn't want to be a burden but he also didn't want to be alone. He sighed before knocking softly on the door. He walked in with a forced smile saying, "Hhheeeyyy, Y/n..." He let out a nervous chuckle.

You were laying on your bed. You were wearing a purple pajama top with black shorts with white polka dots. You looked up from your phone to see the clearly distressed Lucifer in front of you. "Holy cow. You look like crap." You say as he walks over to you. You quickly scoot over to give him space but he just plops onto your chest, desperately clinging to you. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" "No..." He quickly responded. Lucifer wraps his hand around you, burying his face in your chest. You comfortingly run your fingers through his hair.

Lucifer finally speaks up. "Why... Why are you still with me?" You raise an eyebrow, the hand that was in his hair went to his face to make him look up at you. "I-I just... aren't you scared I'll mess up your life like I do everyone else's?" He adds as tears fall down his face. God it just broke your heart to see him like this. "Oh, I could never." You say wiping the tears on his face away "I can't promise that you won't make mistakes, Hell, I can't promise I won't but I know I could never leave you." You take both of your hands, cup his face, and kiss his forehead.

"Now, let's get some sleep." You said putting his head back down on your chest. "I promise you... I'll never leave." And that was a promise you quite literally couldn't break.

A/n: I actually kinda liked this oneshot. I really, really, REALLY want to make this kinda thing into a series but the plot and the motivation is so hard to find. Other than that, have a good rest of your day/night ;)

[ilikesillythings]

Hiyaaa would be able to do a luciferxreader please?

" Just a bump in the road, I'm sure.. " Lucifer x Reader

Tws; mentions of violence, stalking, yandere Lucifer FLUFF

You and Lucifer had just gotten into a fairly.. bad argument. Usually you refrained from arguing with your lovely boyfriend, but..

He had seriously injured one of you friends for 'giving you lovey eyes'. At first it was just you expressing how you thought he was too overprotective, then he ended up admitting to stalking you. All the time. Yeah, not a good move on his end.

"Baby..?" You heard your boyfriend call from the other side of your shared room, voice laced with sorrow, and concern, "I'm.. really sorry, I was dumb- and.." he trailed off, and for a moment you swore you could hear him quiety weeping. With a sigh, you called out, "Come in."

Not even a minute passed before the door flung open, a desheviled, guilty looking Lucifer rushing in and throwing his arms around you, sobbing words of apology. "Oh, Luci'.." You mumbled, sighing softly

As much as you wished to remain upset with him -- how could you? He obviously felt like shit for beaking your trust, and was willing to make amends, of course you'd have to go through boundries.. but perhaps that could wait until you calmed your boyfriend down.

Gently, you pulled Lucifer into your lap, "Are-" He began, hiccuping, "Are you still mad at me..?" was his next words, spat out almost pathetically. But, it was that stupid charm that made you adore the fallen angel. "..Yes." you replied with a nod, "What you did.. everything, it was wrong, decietful, and creepy. But, I still love you."

Lucifer's eyes lit up at the last part of your words, "Oh, starshine!!" he exclaimed, kissing your cheek repeatedly, "I'll never stalk you again-- I swear, I swear!". You chuckled at his enthustastic reply, and he kissed your cheek a few more times, now grinning broadly

"How about I take you out somewhere nice!?" he suggested, clearly trying to 'redeem' himself, atone for his bad actions. You thought for a moment, "Hmm.. depends, where?"

For a second, Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, as if he already knew a place. "Crap.. I was gonna suggest Ozzie's, but you're a sinner.." he sighed, running a hand through his blond hair, "I don't really care where we go.. how about you cook something for me?" you returned, hopefully.

He gasped and in swift movements stood, eagerly nodding, before dashing off, out of the room.

Lucifer was a creepy, charming, pathetic man. But he was your creepy, charming, pathetic man, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would you.

[allastoredeer]

The Egg Bois have no one to take orders from after Sir Pentious dies. Then they see Lucifer and immediately follow him around and unlike Alastor who didn't like being tailed by the annoying yappy yokes, Lucifer is enthralled by them because they are like little ducklings forming a line as if Lucifer is their mother

One egg boi, Frank, is the only one that stuck to Alastor, and Al makes it clear he wants him to go away but Frank stays with him. One time when Al was cooking, Frank asked if he could help and Al thought for a moment, grinned, picked up the egg, and plopped him in the boiling pot. Unfortunately, Frank did not hard boil, in fact, he enjoyed the hot bath, and the rest of the egg bois ran inside as Lucifer entered the kitchen and screamed in horror at the display but the rest of the eggs hopped around Al's feet, pulling at his trousers asking to join the bubble bath.

FRANK STAYING WITH ALASTOR IS SO CUTE MY HEART JUST EXLODED

Alastor trying to boil Frank is just fogjwenweln 🤣 I can see that. The fact that it's not working AND Frank's enjoying himself AND the other eggbois want to join in makes it all so much better.

Also, the other eggbois following Lucifer around like ducklings 🥺 that's adorable.

[rileyglas]

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~ Part One: Creation ~ Part Two: Catalyst ~ Part Three: Chance ~ Part Four: Corruption ~ Part Five: Confrontation ~ Part Six: Crestfallen ~ Part Seven: Condemnation ~ Part Seven.A: Clarity ~ Part Eight: Change ~ Part Nine: Consequence ~ Part Ten: Convergence ~ Part Eleven: Compromise ~ Part Twelve: Conviction

Demonic Convergence (Hazbin Hotel OC Story w/Alastor) ~ Meet the OCs ~ Pt. 1: First Impressions ~ Pt. 2: A Cold Welcome ~ Pt. 2.5: The Long Game ~ Pt. 3: Dueling Practice

~ Hey You Up? Pt. 1 (How Each Male Hazbin Character Wakes You Up *Platonic) ~ Hey You Up? Pt. 2 (How Each Male Hazbin Character Wakes You Up *Platonic) ~ Alastor, Lucifer, and Adam Meeting Fandom Counterparts ~ Alastor, Lucifer, and Adam Meeting Fandom Counterparts pt. 2 ~ Like Glass (Alastor x Fem!TrustIssues!Reader) ~ Nightmares (Emily x gn!Reader)

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Headshot- Lucifer Morningstar

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Author: Aaron

 “You want to pass, don’t you?”

You nodded nervously as you clutched the pistol close to your chest.

“So come on then, I’ve already told you that nothing bad is going to happen. Just get mad at me or something if that helps.”

Lucifer slipped the crisp blazer from his shoulders, folded it into a neat bundle and lay it gently on the corner of the armament adorned table. He strolled over and clasped his hands around yours, pulled the barrel of the pistol into his stomach and unloaded a quartet of rounds.

The room swirled with the scent of gunfire and the smirk grew across Lucifer’s mouth as your heart pounded in panic.

“See…” He threw his hands in the air and twirled slowly around. “I’m perfectly fine, it feels little more than a bar brawlers jab so come on don’t be shy, if it hurts then… well I’ll probably tell you to carry on a little bit but I promise ill ask you to stop it it’s too much.” He turned and waltzed towards the centre of the old warehouse. “I find those paper targets you tend to use so boring, they’re alright.”

You brought the back of Lucifer’s head in between the sights of your pistol and with great anxiety and fear pulled the trigger, as the bang echoed around the room Lucifer tilted his head and chuckled, leaving a hole embedded in the wall where his head should have been.

“But they just can’t do things like that can they? Nice shot y/n, very good.”

Lucifer turned, you just caught his cocky grin as you let another bullet fly from the barrel, it smacked against his forehead and flung his head back.  

“Oh bloody hell…” He rubbed the spot ferociously. “Well that hurt.”

He doubled over in as he let out a series of oohs and aahs.

“That is going to leave such a mark in the morning. I’ll be lucky if I don’t end up with a massive egg on my forehead.” He picked up the bullet casing from the floor and tucked it into his pocket. “Still though it was a bloody good shot. Right, let’s reset shall we and go for what we were actually practising which is not shooting the hostage, last time I remember though we had discussed that I was the hostage so… maybe we need to practice some more before your test date.”

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Her name - Lucifer x fem!reader

MINORS DNI!

Words: ~900 TW: sex, angst

You bounced up and down Lucifer's cock, one hand tightly gripping your hip while the other roughly played with your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his fingers.

He grabbed your chin, making you lean down and harshly kissed your lips, while pants and moans filled the room. Your hands gripped at his golden locks, tugging slightly as he started ramming into your heat.

"Fuck~ Fuck, Luci..." you panted, his cock bruising against your cervix with every thrust. You straightened up, taking control once again, as he closed his eyes, feeling himself getting closer to orgasm with every move of your ass.

"Oh, yes, baby... Ride me... Ride me, Lil-" You both froze. You looked at him in shock, your mind going blank, while his eyes seemingly looked straight through you, opened wide. You instantly felt his cock softening inside you, as realisation hit him like a truck.

You quickly got away from him, moving onto the other side of the bed, your eyes never leaving him as tears flooded them.

"What...?" you asked, hoping that maybe, just maybe you were wrong about what he was about to say. It's been seven years since Lilith supposedly disappeared and two years since you and Lucifer made your feelings known to each other.

You knew how much he loved her. She was the mother of his child after all. But you hoped that at least when you were together, you would be the one in his heart, not her. Not the woman who left him without any explanation, not caring about him or her own daughter.

"Baby, I..." he started, his mind racing.

"You're thinking of her while we..." You couldn't comprehend what was happening, your heart breaking with every second.

"No, baby... Please, (y/n)!" he protested, getting up in the bed, his eyes finally looking into yours. "It was... It was an accident, please!"

"An accident?!" Your voice trembled, anger swiftly overtaking the hurt. "So you thinking of her while we're having sex is an accident?"

Lucifer froze, the colour draining from his face as realization set in. He knew he'd said the wrong name, but the why eluded him, tangled in his confusion. "It was an accident… I swear, I didn't mean it."

He tried to get up, to get closer to you, but he could tell by the look on your face that there was no way that you would simply just forgive him.

"Just... Just leave it..." you said, getting up to get your clothes. Lucifer quickly got up as well. He was panicking and needed to fix this.

"Wait, wait. Baby, please don't-" He went to you, blocking you from your clothes. He could tell how upset you were. "Please, give me a chance to explain."

"Explain what?! That every time you look at me you wish it was her?" you shouted, trying your best not to break down right there.

"No!" Lucifer yelled back, clearly feeling the pain in your voice. "Baby. I love you. You! Not her" He gently grabbed your arms, looking into your eyes, trying to show you that he was telling the truth, that you are the one that he wants to be with.

You walked past him, grabbing your clothes. "I think we should take a break..." you whispered while getting dressed. Lucifer's heart dropped as you said those words. He couldn't believe what you were saying.

"No, baby... No please!" He grabbed your hand, trying to keep you from walking away. He couldn't lose you. Not now, not ever. "Please... let's talk! We can solve this together!"

"Solve this?! Lucifer, you said her name while we were having sex! What the fuck is there to solve?"

He felt his throat tighten as you said that. He closed his eyes for a second, as if in pain, knowing that you are not wrong. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to" He tried to pull you closer, gently placing his hands on your hips. "Please... Please don't leave me..."

You pulled away, making your way to the front door, him following you as if hoping you'd suddenly change your mind and not leave. "I refuse to be your second option when the first one is not even in the picture anymore…" You sighed as you put your shoes on.

Lucifer simply stood there a few feet away, watching you prepare to leave. He wanted to protest, scream, and do anything to keep you in the room. But no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't blame you for reacting this way, especially after what he did. He looked at you, his heart feeling like it was being shattered into a million pieces as you opened the door.

"Please... I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry. Please don't do this..."

"When you finally make up your mind about who you really care about, you'll find me at the hotel… But don't expect me to wait for you forever," you said and closed the door behind you, leaving him alone in the silence of his house. A house that felt like nothing but an empty vessel now that you're gone.

He pressed his palm against the door, leaning into it as the weight of what just happened settled in. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of the house swallowing him whole. He closed his eyes, feeling the ache of loss spread through his chest, knowing this was all his fault.

"Dammit..." he whispered before letting go of the door and walking back inside, into silence and emptiness.

Tags: @ratsematary @diffidentphantom @littlebluefishtail @helreyy

[cryptidghostgirl]

Are your requests still open? I was hoping for a request for a Lucifer x sinner reader where she was once in love with someone when she was alive but they betrayed her leading to her death causing her to be afraid of letting others in. She's been a resident of the hotel since the pilot, but doesn't really talk much about her feelings or past life but is convinced by Charlie who says singing helps her when she needs to get out her own emotions. So when she thinks everyone is gone for the day on one of Charlie's bonding field trips, she uses the piano in the main area to sing her heart out, not realizing Lucifer decided to stay. The song I'm thinking of is "Perfect Doesn't Last" by Beth Crowley. So when she sings it and he overhears listening and watching her he's reminded of Lilith and feels for the reader understanding her more than when they first met during his first visit to the hotel (ep 5). I'm not sure of how to end it, so if you want to add anything to it I'm totally up for it. I just thought this song would match him so well.

A/N this is my first time writing for this man. Also,, i think it’s so funny that everyone is just like “short king” even tho alastor is canonically at least seven feet tall and charlie is at least like six feet tall. that’s so silly of us.

Encore (Lucifer x Reader)

Paring: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Domestic abuse briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,169

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Lucifer had just wanted to visit Charlie. With their relationship on the up and up, he was eager to not give up his chance to fix things with his favorite and only daughter. However, when he arrived at the hotel, throwing the doors open in unadulterated excitement, it was to find the normally busy lobby area empty.

The door fell shut behind him and his smile slipped from his face. Carefully, he ran his eyes over every inch of the room. There really was no one to be found.

"Maybe they're just all in their rooms, yeah." he said aloud to himself, "Charlie is probably... in her office! It must take a lot of work to run a place like this. Yeah, that's what it is."

Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor had asked her to come with them to the movies. It was supposed to be a reward, for how hard they had all been working. They had really tried their best to convince Y/n to join them but, as always was the case when activities that took them out of the hotel were not required, Y/n had declined the offer.

Y/n was still getting used to Hell in all its big scary wonder, she still hurt. Everything was so complicated and while spending time with her thoughts didn't make her feel good per-say, spending time with others had been making her feel even worse. Besides, Charlie had given her some advice a few days ago she wanted to test out and she didn't exactly feel comfortable doing that while the hotel was crawling with people.

Y/n trusted Charlie. She was the first person to have extended a kind hand in her direction since her arrival in Hell. When Charlie had found out Y/n had been a concert pianist in the living world, she was elated.

"That's perfect!" she had said, leaning across the desk towards her, "We have a piano in the Hotel's auditorium!"

"I... I don't know if I really can... perform, right now. If that's alright." Y/n had replied, wringing her hands and unable to keep eyecontact.

"What? Oh no! That's not what I meant at all. It just seems... well if you did it for a living, you must have loved it. And it seems like you always have a lot on your mind, lots of stuff to process, and I know you don't like talking to people about it and, well, music always makes me feel better. It feels freeing, like I'm getting everything bottled up inside me out when I sing."

"I... I don't think I've ever really thought about it that way." she had admitted in response, "It was just something I had always done. I started lessons when I was three."

"Well, you should try it some time." Charlie had smiled back, "Maybe it will help."

Once she was sure everyone was gone and the hotel was hers alone, Y/n had slipped quietly from the confinement of her room. It had taken her a bit to find the auditorium. When she finally did and saw the piano it held, her breath caught in her throat.

It was a beautiful old baby grand made out of a warm cherry wood that matched the hotel's theming well. The lid had creaked when she had opened it, the keys had been dusty to the touch.

It had been a long time since she'd played. With mild joy, she let her fingers run the usual scales and arpeggios, finding a comfort in the familiarity of it all. Once satisfied her fingers were all warmed up and ready to play something real, she posed them over the keys.

Lucifer had lost himself in the depths of the labyrinthine hotel. The twists and turns of the hallways were unfamiliar to him despite the tour Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor had lead him on. His hope at finding his daughter and spending some time with her had long since flickered out. He was on the verge of going home, his hand half raised to open a portal, when he heard it.

A faint echo of music flooded the hallway and Lucifer froze. It was haunting and distant, it drew him in. His sights set on a new sort of entertainment for the afternoon, he listened carefully and began to follow the sound.

As he got closer to its source, Lucifer realized that who ever was making the music was not just playing the piano but singing. Their voice was soft and lovely, nearly ethereal in its sheer humanity and anguish.

I would have bet on us

We were untouchable, you and I

I couldn't get enough

It was a fairytale come to life

Lucifer at last reached the half open door to the room the music appeared to be coming from. Not wanting to disturb the artist just yet, he transformed into a snake and slithered his way silently into the room. There, sitting at the piano on the stage, was Y/n.

I had your heart

At least that's what I thought

Now I'm second guessing every moment

Wondering where we went so wrong

He didn't really know much about Y/n except that she was new to Hell. Charlie had mentioned off hand that she had died in an incident of domestic abuse. Lucifer had no idea why she had ended up in Hell or what she was really like. When he had visited the hotel the first time, Y/n had been quiet and reserved. She had stood to the side and watched, barley even introducing herself to him.

At first, he had thought it to be disrespect. Not every demon in Hell was his biggest fan after all and while he was used to it, it still stung that even one of his daughters would be reformed sinners would be blatantly rude to him. He had quickly realized however from her flittering eyes and the way she clutched at herself that it wasn't disrespect at all. Y/n had been nervous.

Of course, Lucifer had made an attempt to make her feel more comfortable but, when he had extended his metaphorical hand, Y/n had just closed herself off even further. According to Charlie and Angel Dust, that was just what the demoness was like. She was shy.

You got inside my head

Taking up every inch of space

'Til there was no room left

Her hands flew across the keys with a practiced grace. Lucifer felt she knew he was there, watching. He felt that she just might be performing for him.

So many parts of me erased

You had my heart

And tossed it in the dirt

As he listened to the words she sung, they resonated with him. For a split second, he could have sworn it was Lilith sitting there at the piano, not Y/n. He shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He was oddly grateful when he opened them again to find it had just been his imagination.

Now that was a first. Since Lilith had disappeared seven years ago, Lucifer had been a mess. Lucifer was always a mess but, Lilith leaving like that really did him in. She had been his rock, his guiding light, his everything. He had risked everything for her and he had lost. At least, back in the old days, he had gained something out of the chaos. A daughter, a wife, a world to try and shape. One after another, they were all taken from him. Even now, even with their relationship improving the way it was, he felt Charlie slipping away again.

Now I'm second guessing every moment

Wondering where we went so wrong

I just keep asking

Would this have been worth it if I knew the ending all along.

Without really thinking about it, Lucifer retook his normal form and sat down in one of the auditorium's front row seats. Thankfully, Y/n was too wrapped up in her own world to notice and she just continued to play.

What started so perfect was over too fast

I should have seen the warning signs

'Cause perfect doesn't last

Perfect doesn't last

Light shined off her face, that was how Lucifer had realized she was crying. Despite the tears, her voice never wavered. A performer at her core, just like him.

I would have bet on us

We were untouchable, you and I

As the last lingering notes echoed through the room, he began to clap. Y/n jumped at the noise, turning to face him with wide eyes and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Lucifer was undeterred and, getting to his feet, gave her a standing ovation. After a few moments, he ceased in his applause.

"That was beautiful." he said, breaking the new silence that had fallen between them.

"Um, I'm sorry." Y/n's gaze fell back to the piano.

"No! No no no!" Lucifer exclaimed, jumping up onto the stage.

He kneeled before her, lifting her hands from her lap and taking them in his own. She turned to him, surprise drawing out the features of her face once again.

"Don't apologize for taking up space."

"I... I just didn't mean to disturb you is all. If you're looking for Charlie, she's out at the movies with everyone else."

"I was but, I can talk to her later, when she gets back. You didn't disturb me at all, Y/n. As I said, it was beautiful. It was..."

He trailed off, the smile slipping from his face.

"Oh fuck!" Y/n exclaimed, "I didn't mean to upset you! I'm really sorry, what can I do to make it better?"

"You didn't upset me." Lucifer shook his head, "You just... somehow managed to put words to the very things I've been struggling with the past couple years."

A smaller, much kinder and more genuine smile made its way onto his face.

"If you'd like to play more, I'd love to hear it."

Y/n's cheeks flushed red again.

"Theres no pressure." Lucifer shrugged, "Just giving you the option."

"An audience of one... well, it's a little intimidating." she admitted bashfully, "I'm used to the faceless mob of the crowd."

"I can see why. You have an undeniable gift."

"I guess... I don't know. Charlie just said it might help me process stuff. To play again, I mean."

"Was she right?"

Y/n paused in thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

"I think she might have been. My chest does feel a little lighter now."

"Then play."

"Um, mister... king of Hell? Sir?"

Lucifer laughed.

"You can just call me by my name. No formalities necessary. 'Mister king of Hell sir' was my fathers name."

Y/n laughed lightly at his terrible joke. The sound sparked a sudden joy in Lucifer's chest, one he hadn't felt in quite a long time.

"Well, Lucifer." she began again, stumbling a bit over his name.

"Yes?"

"I'll... um, I'll need my hands back. If I'm to keep playing."

"Wh..."

He looked down and his eyes widened. Lucifer hadn't realized he had still held her hands in his. Immediately he dropped them, getting to his feet and looking away in mild embarrassment.

"Sorry, about that."

"Don't apologize for existing." Y/n parroted his earlier words.

When he turned back to her, it was to find she was smiling slightly.

"How bad would it be if I said sorry again right now?"

"You'd be sounding like me."

"Lets make a deal then: no sorries unless something is actually wrong."

"What if I can't tell if your mad at me or not?"

Lucifer looked down at the seated demon. In not one of his wildest dreams could he ever imagine being mad at her but, that wasn't exactly something he could say.

"Then you can always ask."

"And you promise you wont lie to me?"

"I promise."

"Promise promise?"

"Yes!"

She eyed him suspiciously for a moment before nodding her head. Turning back to the piano, her hands found their place on the keys once again. She hesitated.

"I..." Y/n shot Lucifer a look over her shoulder, "Thank you."

"Thank you. There is some solace in knowing someone else out there feels the same way I do, if for different reasons."

"Yeah. There is, isn't there? Maybe part of our deal can be helping each other figure that all out too."

The suggestion had been half thought out. Y/n hadn't really meant to give it a voice, it had escaped her locked lips. She quickly turned back to the piano.

"Sorry. That was dumb."

"What did we just say about sorries!" Lucifer exclaimed, "No apologizing for existing. I think that suggestion sounds rather nice."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay. I... I'm actually going to play now. Is that okay?"

With a snap of his fingers, Lucifer reappeared in the seat he had previously inhabited. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knee.

"Whenever your ready."

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Song is Perfect Doesn't Last by Beth Crowley as requested :)

[katnisspeetaprim]

How Did You end Up Here?

Platonic!Alastor/Reader

Summary: Alastor couldn't quite understand how someone like you ended up in Hell,so naturally he wanted find out. (I tried my best with this one. Sorry if it's bad!) Requests open!

Warnings: implied fem reader, platonic relationship, mentions of abusive relationship, mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1450 Hazbin M.list

You hadn’t been in Hell long, but you were already getting used to your new home. Safe to say you were doing better than when you first arrived anyway.

Charlie had found you on your first day, cowering in an alley way. You’d be forever grateful to her for helping you that day, and introducing you to her hotel reform programme.

That’s how you met the radio demon, Alastor.

He was intrigued by you the second Charlie marched you through the front door. He stood back and observed as the hyperactive princess excitedly introduced you to everyone.

Alastor didn’t miss the way you curled in on yourself with a blush when everyone gathered round to greet you. You clearly didn’t like being centre of attention. He decided to step out of the shadows to introduce himself.

‘Oh Y/N this is Alastor! The hotel wouldn’t be possible without him!’

‘Oh you give me too much credit! But Y/N dear, charmed to meet you!’ You were taken aback by the strange man in front of you. His voice was off and the way he was grinning down at you was... unnerving.

‘Ummm nice to meet you.’ You looked away and played with your fingers nervously. ‘I’m new to Hell.’

‘Well I can see that my dear.’ He shrugged nonchalantly, before leaning down closer to you with a glint in his eye. ‘You seem very timid for a sinner I must say.’

You didn’t know if he was trying to taunt you or  if he was just stating a fact, because he was right after all.

‘Uh yeah, I guess...’ You trailed off with a nervous chuckle, not really wanting to get into your situation right now.

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Charlie quickly pushed her way between the two of you, stating that her and Vaggie were going to show you round. You sighed in relief, happy to follow the two women if it meant you were out of the spot light.

All the other residents went back to what they were doing before your arrival, all except Alastor that is.

He stared after you with slightly narrowed eyes. This could be interesting.

Over the next few weeks, you’d gotten used to the eccentric bunch of misfits that inhabited the hotel, even becoming friends with them, Alastor included.

The radio demon really wasn’t as scary as you first thought, he was arguably the person you had gotten closest to in the short time. You’d always been fascinated by old media when you were alive, so when you found out he was a radio hot back in the day, you couldn’t help but be curious.

Alastor was thrilled to have someone take an interest in his work and wasted no time taking you on a tour of his studio, something that the other residents couldn’t quite believe happened.

‘My dear you seem to be adjusting to Hell splendidly!’ Alastor approached you as you sat in the lounge, nursing a cup of tea.

‘Oh hi Alastor! Yeah, definitely not as scary as my first day.’ You smiled at him as you placed the cup down on the saucer.

‘Yes, much less like a shaking leaf now I must say.’ You laughed lightly and pushed some stray hair behind your ear.

‘Yeah well, all of you here helped with that.’ You smiled fondly, so grateful to your new friends.

Alastor knew your guard was down. Now would be a great opportunity to learn more about your story.

‘I couldn’t help but notice you’ve yet to leave the hotel alone, could that be something to do with how you ended up in Hell? If I may be so bold to ask.’ Alastor just asked you point blank, the signature grin never leaving his face.

Your own smile fell slightly at his question and you looked round uncomfortably, trying desperately to avoid eye contact, and making sure nobody was around to over hear.

Alastor was still grinning down at you, patiently waiting for your response.

‘Umm... Can we go somewhere private to talk?’ You wanted to finally open up to someone about your death, but that didn’t mean you wanted everyone to know all at once. Hopefully it would do you some good to get everything off your chest.

‘Why certainly! Follow me dear.’

Alastor locked the door behind him and gestured for you to sit down on his furniture. As you looked round his room, you couldn’t help but notice that it was oddly normal. For someone as vivid as Alastor, you’d expected more personality to be in this room. Though, he does spend most of his time in his radio tower.

Aslastor sat opposite you and crossed his legs, placing the cane he was never seen without by his side.

‘I’m all ears my little doe.’ Alastor prodded for you to start talking.

‘well uh-‘ You picked at some loose thread at the hem of your skirt, still somewhat unsure of yourself. ‘I killed my boyfriend.’ You burst out suddenly, just wanting to get it out.

Alastor was a little taken back by your sudden confession, having been prepared to do some prodding before you finally said it but he quickly composed himself.

‘My that is surprising. I never would have pegged you as a killer.’ He shrugged his shoulders, before his eyes darkened and his smirk got somehow wider. ‘I should know.’

You shrunk back a little in your seat, unnerved by his sudden dark turn. You weren’t sure why you were so surprised honestly, he had to be in Hell for a reason. You made a mental note to bring it up to him at a later date.

‘It’s not what you think!’ You quickly jumped back in. ‘He was an abusive asshole .. And I just couldn’t take it anymore...’ You looked down with sad eyes. There was a beat of silence before Alastor spoke up.

'Murder will get you a one way ticket to Hell, even if the scum did deserve it.’ He stated as a matter of fact. Alastor was a bad person, that wasn’t up for debate, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t call someone out for being evil.

You smiled a little at his words. It felt good to be validated.

‘But if that sad excuse of a man is dead, then how did you die?’ Alastor wondered out loud, knowing he hadn’t gotten the full story just yet. You scoffed before answering.

‘One of his guys just so happened to come by after I did it. I don’t remember how he did it, but yeah.’

‘Hmm.’ Alastor was digesting all the information you’d just dropped on him. It all made sense now, how someone like you ended up in Hell. Before Alastor could respond, you spoke up again.

‘I guess my ex will be here somewhere too... That’s why I haven’t been out alone since I got here.’ It took a long time for you to leave the hotel for the first time with Charlie, terrified that you would run into him. Charlie never pushed you for an answer as to why you were so scared, but she made sure you knew you would always be safe around her.

‘What an interesting development.’ Alastor smirked to himself, deep in thought again. You stared at him again, still confused.

‘Alastor?’ Your voice seemed to pull him from his thoughts.

‘Oh don’t mind me dear, just thinking things over.’ He spoke with a surprisingly cheery tone to his voice as he waved you off. You nodded with a sigh, knowing you wouldn’t get any information out of him.

‘Thank you for listening to me Alastor, it really means a lot.’ You gave him a real smile. Probably the first time you’d really smiled since your arrival. It really did feel good to finally get everything off your chest.

‘Don’t mention it! But I would like to know everything about this coward.’

That request definitely caught you off guard. Your brows furrowed as you thought it over.

‘Why?’ You cringed at how meek your voice sounded once again.

‘Nothing to worry about dear, just information for future reference!’

It only took a matter of hours for Alastor to track down the bastard. You’d given him quite detailed information about him and what his personality was like.

Plus Alastor had many connections all over Pentagram City, so finding the man was child’s play honestly.

Alastor had finally cornered the man in a dead end alley way. He was shaking with fear, tears running down his face as he looked up at Alastor looking down on him.

‘Now my pathetic fellow, just how should I deal with you?’

[shapard]

A Love tail that started with Jealousy ⛓️

Lucifer x GN!reader

A/n: Chapter 9 of "Feather of Fate" takes longer than I expected. So, I got a one shot/Scenario for my pookies who are waiting❤️

You fell in love with your dear friend Lucifer. Distancing yourself from him is hard but you had to do what you have to do.

Spoiler: It didn't work out the way you planned.

You sat at the reception in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. 

You are the receptionist of this lovely place; well, you were forced by Alastor. The one who owns your very own Soul. 

The time you spent in the Hotel was way better than you had expected. 

The sinners were nice, beside Alastor, and Charlie is a cutie pie. And you don’t even want to start with Lucifer.

He was so pure and didn’t judge you in any way. He supported you more than anyone else did. Here in hell and on earth.

He was always there.

A real friend. 

But Nothing good ever lasts long. 

After weeks in this friendship, you found yourself stuck in this messed up feeling called love. 

And it scared you. 

He is the Royalty of Royalty. 

He is the king of Hell.

It didn’t change the fact that you loved him with every part of your being.

You have to admit yourself that this feeling brings danger, danger to you but also to Lucifer. 

Alastor could use you against him.

So, you distanced yourself from him. 

It was bitter, a taste that never left your tongue. But you must protect yourself. 

He only sees you as a friend. Nothing more. 

As much as it hurts, at least you know before trying too hard. It was a fight between mind and heart. 

You ached for him. 

You wanted him to feel the same. But that’ll never happen. 

You distracted yourself by going out to the club with Angel. Getting drunk to numb the growing ache and pain that swelled in your chest.

But even that didn’t last long, you longed for him. Just seeing him reminds you of your misery.

Love really is the greatest curse of them all. 

Despite the fact that you two will never be and never will date around. Your heart still bloomed for Lucifer. 

You are surprised as you see Lucifer in front of you.

you gulped hard and anxiety and love pumped up in your heart, down to your stomach. You felt sick. 

“I Apologize that I have to disturb you from your work. But I couldn’t contact you for couple weeks. I’m worried.” He fiddled with his hat that rested in his hands, his pure golden hair was flowing with grace in the air. 

Fuck You internally cursed.

“I-“ You stopped talking, your words caught up in your throat. It felt like a knot that gets larger with every breath you took. 

To your savior the front door was slammed open, and a sinner entered the lobby. 

His eyes searched through the room till they landed on you. 

It is Mark, one of your recent dates. 

Not him.

You broke contact with him. Mark was way too obsessed and wouldn’t stop touching you at places that are a no no. 

He called out your name and tried jumping on you but Lucifer stepped between. Shielding whatever that guy wanted to do with you.

Mark fell with full force on the ground.

“Woahh. Let’s calm down, yeah?” Lucifer butted in and pushed Mark gently with his cane. 

Lucifer was disgusted but also angry.

Mark jumped up pushing Lucifers cane off him in the process. 

“I’m here to talk with them, not with you.” He growled at Lucifer and walked towards you in extreme speed.

Mark called out your name in a sang tone. 

You stood up and wanted to flee from his embrace, but it was too late. 

He cuddled you with much force on to him, his hand locked tightly on your ass.

You attempted to push him away from you, but his hold was way to strong. 

Lucifer grabbed Mark on his collar throwing him off of you. 

His horns were full on display and a bounce light was highlighting them in a beautiful way. His tail flicked from side to side, and he used his demonic voice to show off his dominance. 

“Get the fuck off of them!” Lucifer was not playing. 

The fact that a mere peasant jumped on you and touched you without consent was already a reason to kill him. 

Mark disobeyed his own king and touched his Love was his death sentence. 

Scared Mark ran away like a lost puppy but called you a Slut in the meantime. 

So, Lucifer killed him. 

Throwing Mark body in a dumpster near the Hotel.

With two seconds he was standing in front of you bowing in 90° and held your hand softly in his. 

The blood from the sinner was still fresh on his Hands but you two didn’t care. 

He kissed your hand softly and looked you deeply in your eyes with his snake like red Iris.

He knew that you were avoiding him the couple of weeks.

But now he was blinded with jealousy to even care about it.

“You’re mine. got it?”

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