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I saw your post about wanting to write for hazbin and I was wondering if you could do a Lucifer x Angel!Reader who is Angel Dustâs sister? Like she had to come check on the hotel, If youâd like to add in another character maybe Adam and her were friends so when became a demon she went to visit him not knowing Angel was there, or she fell or something and they reunite and Lucifer falls in love at first sight?
Sorry if thatâs a lot hahaha
I hope youâre having a wonderful day!
My Green Light
Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
2.2k words
After news of the first man being in Hell makes its way to heaven, a fellow winner makes their visitational descent. Not long after, a short kingâs wings couldnât help but flap.
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, slight angst, fluff
A/N: Absolutely LOVE this one! This was also inspired by The Great Gatsbyâs âMy Green Lightâ which is sang by our short king himself, unedited.
âItâs not fair, Sera!â
Sera looked at you, conflicted. Itâs been weeks since the extermination and the council was a mess. âFor the last time, Y/n,â the seraphim spoke sternly, âYou are not permitted to go down to Hell. It is far too dangerous.â
You shook your head, âAdam is my friend, Sera! Hell is a terrible place, and a man like him needs some sort of reassurance.â She listened as you reasoned out, frowning. Adam wasnât the best of angels, but he deserved a little company.
Eventually, she relented to your requests. She looked at your face and sighed, âIâll talk to the council and see what I can do for you.â A flicker of hope grew brighter in you, âThank you, Sera! Thank you!â She gave you a tired smile, âKeep in touch.â
With that, she left for her office. You smiled and made your way to Luteâs office, which also used to be Adamâs. âLute,â you knocked once, âLute?â The door creaked open.
The door swung open, revealing a very tired and disheveled looking Lute, âWhat?!â Her anger soon dissipated once she realized it was you, âY/n, whatâs wrong?â You offered her a sad smile, âI was talking with Sera, and we might have a chance to see Adam.â Luteâs attention was now on you, âSeriously? Like youâre not fucking with me?â You placed the upper pair of your arms on her shoulders as the lower pair grasped her hands softly, âIâm being serious! Weâll see Adam again and I can finally reunite with Anthony!â
Lute grimaced at the thought of your brother. She had told you about the meeting with the princess, only to reveal that your brother, Anthony, was in Hell. âThe crazy porn freak?â she quirked a brow, causing you to sigh, âI suppose thatâs one way to put it.â
âY/n, youâre better off not meeting up with him. Youâre too kind of a soul to even associate with sinners,â she reasoned. âNo,â you shook your head, âI havenât seen him in decades! You have the opportunity to see Adam, and Iâll take this as the opportunity to reconnect with family, Lute!â She watched as you pleaded and begged her.
Lute looked conflicted, âI donât think Iâm ready to even step foot in that shithole, Y/n. I mean, look at me,â she gestured to her missing arm, âTheyâll eat me alive, and no doubt you, too.â
âJust this once,â you mumbled pathetically, âIâll be careful.â
Lute frowned, âFine, but no funny business. Last thing the council needs is a scandal between Hell and one of the purest souls in Heaven.â Your eyes lit up, jumping to wrap your arms around her, âThank you, oh, thank you!â
You felt the tense in her shoulders relax, leaning into your touch as if it was the only comfort sheâd had in days.
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âCharlie!â Lucifer grinned as he burst through the doors. It had been days after they had finished the new hotel. âDad,â Charlie greeted as she finished checking in a few sinners. Ever since the extrermination, sinners had been checking in left and right for a shot of redemption.
âI was thinking, we could build a duckââ the king was interrupted by a groan. The royals turned to face the first man himself, who slouched onto one the couches. âWhat is this bullshit about ducks? Itâs like fucking everyday with you. Do you do anything else other than being shit-faced, fucking losers?â
The king stiffened as he went to hit the man, only to be held back by his daughter, âDad, no. Like everyone else, he deserves a second chance. Even if he doesnât seem to be deserving of it,â she mumbled the last part but looked at her dad pleadingly. Luciferâs shoulders relaxed as he sighed. He loved his daughter more than anything, and if this was how he could keep her happy? Then so be it.
âFine, but donât expect me to like him, sweetheart.â
Charlie smiled at her fatherâs words, âThanks, dad. It means a lot that youâre here.â Lucifer smiled, âMy pleasure, sweetheart.
The two embraced one another, only to be interrupted by loud straw sucking. Lucifer inhaled sharply as he glared at Adam. Adam, who drank a soda, looked at the two smugly, âCut the sappy shit already. And donât look at me like that, bitch.â
Before Lucifer could snap at him, the doors opened to reveal a very worn down Angel Dust. âFuckinâ fuck, just make out already,â he groaned as he made his way to the bar. The two rivals stopped to stare at the spider in disbelief. âWhat?â the spider shrugged, âCome on, I canât be the only one feelinâ the tension. Nothing a little hate-fucking canât fix. Get me my usual, Whiskers,â he nodded to Husk who grumbled in response.
The two blinked before pushing away from each other.
âOh, fuck no!â
âNot with that fucking shit-bag!â
The porn demon quirked a brow, âJust sayinâ the possible inevitable.â He turned to grab his drink and enjoy himself.
Adam and Lucifer made eye contact and grimaced. âGet the fuck out my way,â the first man grumbled as he walked towards his room. âI will!â the short king huffed and crossed his arms. âCan you believe him, Char-Char? Absolutely disgusting sinner behaviorâŠâ he trailed off as he watched her hug Vaggie. He looked at his wedding ring and frowned. âWhat was that, dad?â Charlie looked towards her father. Lucifer sadly smiled and shook his head, âDonât worry about it. Iâll see you later?â His daughter smiled sympathetically, âAre you sure?â
He nodded, âIâm sure.â
With that, he made his way up to his personal suite. He leaned on the balcony, staring up at Hellâs red sky. He looked back down at his ring finger, scowling. He grasped the ring and pulled it off swiftly. He pulled his hand back and threw it forward, only to keep his fist closed with the ring inside. He just couldnât let her go. He led his closed hand to his chest, cradling it.
His moment of despair was quickly interrupted by a bright light in Hellâs red skies. Luciferâs eyes widened and squinted at the light source. He thought nothing much of it. What could this mysterious light have possibly done for him? It probably was another lighthouse, or was it a signal flare? Nevertheless, he was drawn in, intrigued by it. The light suddenly beamed down to the ground, a faint zip roaring through the air. The king of Hell watched as the beam made contact with the ground right in front of the hotel with a crack. Debris surrounded the area, causing residents, including himself, to cough as it entered their lungs.
âWhat in the ever loving duck?â he questioned and coughed.
As the air cleared, a faint glow emitting through the dust caught him off-guard. He watched as the dust revealed what he could only describe as a work of art. Stunning, he thought, Absolutely stunning. He observed from his balcony, watching as your eyes looked around in awe and anticipation. He could feel your presence drawing him in. You looked up to make eye contact with the fallen angel briefly, sending him a smile before entering the building.
Without hesitation, he pocketed the ring and made his way down to the lobby. He shoved against sinners in his way, eager to see you again.
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âAdam!â You squealed as you made your way to the man, jumping to hug him. You chuckled as he grumbled in response, inevitably hugging you back. âBitch, what the fuck are you doing here? Arenât you a little too sensitive for a place like this?â he chuckled as he roughed your hair up despite your protests.
âI am not sensitive, Adam,â you grinned, âItâs good to see you havenât changed one bit.â He scoffed, âHell isnât gonna fucking break me, bitch. Iâm no pussy.â You rolled your eyes, âYeah, yeah, whatever.â He flicked your forehead, causing you to yelp, âDonât fucking roll your eyes at me, bitch.â
âWatch me,â you stuck your tongue out at him.
He chuckled at your antiques, leading you to sit down on one of the couches, âHowâs up there without me? Has everything gone downhill since the original dick is gone?â You sent him a soft smile, âWell, I wouldnât say downhill,â he quirked a brow as you chuckled nervously under his gaze, âIt justâŠhasnât been the same without you.â He sprouted a grin, âOf course, bitch! Without the dickmaster, heaven is just as shitty!â You scoffed and hit his arm, âEgo!â He yelped, âDonât hit me, bitch! You do realize I am the original dick, right?â he whined. âLet me be sympathetic in peace,â you huffed.
âWhatever,â he muttered gingerly. A few seconds went by before he spoke up again, âSo how is she?â You cocked your head, âShe?â Adam sat up, looking serious, âLute. How is she?â Your eyes softened, âSheâsâŠshe could be better.â Adam nodded, âAnd her,â he hesitated, âher arm?â You sent a reassuring smile, âHealing. Trust me, Adam. Sheâs getting better as we speak. She just misses you.â Adam lightly smiled at the thought, âWill she come and visit?â You paused to think, âWhen sheâs ready.â He nodded and leaned back. You watched this with a soft smile, âYou really care about her, donât you?â Adam looked at you with sad eyes, âI do. I just wish I couldâve shown it better.â You pat his back gently, âIâm sure she already knows.â You two smiled at each other, only to be interrupted by the doors opening.
âI need a strong one, Husker,â a familiar voice groaned, causing you to sit up. Adam, who noticed your sudden pique of interest, sent you an encouraging smile, âGo and find out for yourself, bitch.â You smiled back before nervously standing up from the couch.
âAnotha one, Whiskers!â Angel called out, grinning at the grumbling feline. You made your way over to the bar, legs wobbly.
âAnthony?â
You watched as the sinner stiffened at your voice, He turned to face you with doubt and recognition, âY/n, sei davvero tu? (Is it really you?)â You wrapped your arms around you, nervous, âSi fratello. Sono io, (Yes, brother. Itâs me,)â your eyes looked at him with fondness.
Angel leaped from his seat and pulled you into him, whispering soft thank youâs and praises, âItâs been too long, sweets.â You wrapped your arms around him in return, âWay too long,â you mumbled against him. He pulled away and examined you, âYa look just like me, just a little more modest,â he chuckled weakly, causing you to laugh too. âWeâre family arenât we?â Angelâs eyes widened at the mention of family, âSpeaking of family, how are Ma and Molly?â he worried. âMama and Molly are quite alright. Theyâve been a little shaken up after they heard about sinner exterminations, thinking youâd beenâŠâ you trailed off as your shoulders slumped.
âWell, Iâm here, sweets. Iâm not double-dead quite just yet,â he chuckled as he hugged you once more. âHow long till you go back?â he asked, realization dawning on him. âA few days. A week at most,â you frowned as sadness crept its way back into your chest. Angel frowned at the thought but shook it off, âThen I suppose we make the most of your time here,â he started to smile. You smiled back, clinging onto him, âWhat first?â
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The two of you spent the whole day catching up with one another, laughing, crying, and reminiscing in each otherâs presence. âAnd then I said,â he paused and got into character, ââFuck off, Val,â and walked away like tâwas no oneâs business.â The both of you giggled at his story, âVery brave of you, Tony. Always standing up for yourself without a care in the world,â you giggled and leaned on his shoulder, âTo think your boss has the nerve to do this to you knowing you're under her royal highnessâ jurisdiction is quite courageous.â Angel scoffed, âNo kiddinâ,â he clunk both your glasses together before downing his drink.
Both your laughter echoed throughout the hotelâs lobby. Unbeknownst to you, a certain royal stopped to stare. Lucifer hid behind a pillar, admiring how you lit up the room. âHeya, short king,â he snapped out of his thoughts when Angel spoke up behind him. He turned to see the spider holding another bottle of alcohol, âHEYâhi, fuck, ahem! Hello, hello, Angel,â he squeaked and stuttered, âWas just looking over the lounge, checking if everything was in orderââ Angel held a hand up to the king, âYou got hots for my sister?â An awkward silence fell between the two.
Lucifer gulped and eventually nodded, âSheâs quite the angel.â
The porn star snickered, âThatâs Y/n to ya,â he looked and waved at you, smiling when you waved back. âYa know,â Angel started as he looked back at the king, âShe can do ya good. Help ya move on from whatever happened. Stop staying on red when youâve got a green light right there!â Luciferâs eyes widened as he looked back at you. The two of you made eye contact as you waved shyly. Smiling, he waved back before glancing back at Angel, âYou really think sheâd let me?â
Angel let out a laugh, âI know my sister like I know my hair. The question is would you let her?â The spider snickered and gave the king a soft nudge before heading back over to you.
Lucifer looked down and fished into his pocket, opening his palm to find his wedding ring. He looked back at you and smiled softly, âMaybe I could.
In the heart of the pride ring stood an expensive jazz club. Inside youâll find the classiest demons, imps, overlords, you name it. So it wasnât a surprise an overlord such as Alastor lingered in the crowds. He often found himself at ease as he sat in his private booth. Jazz was his favorite genre, even back when he was alive. Every once and a while his mother would take him to their local pub, listening to jazz all night long. Despite the soothing nostalgia, another factor drew him towards the club. A melody he couldnât seem to resist as it grasps him in a chokehold.
His eyes stayed glued to the songbird on stage, feeling warm and enthralled. His smile widening at the sight of you. No one knew how you managed, but you snuck up on Hell. You had appeared one day, singing all around the pentagram. Some say your voice was mesmerizing. Some say it was so alluring to the point of total submission. Sinners under your contract never disclosed how it happened as they themselves donât even recall it. Thatâs what made you so dangerous. You were so unpredictable, so discrete. Even the most powerful overlords stay wary of you, the infamous jazz overlord.
Your enchanting notes hung in the air as sinners slumped staring at you in a daze. You sang to the point every sinner in sight was entranced. Chuckling, you made your way down the stage and towards the closer sinner. âHello, darling.â You grinned as he looked up in a daze, âHow would ya feel if you worked for me?â you cooed alluringly. You were in need of some staff members after all. The sinnerâs eyes bulged at your offer before nodding ferociously. You hummed contentedly, summoning a contract, âSuch a doll you are,â you smiled as you signed the contract and handed him a quill, âJust sign right here.â You gestured to the blank line on the bottom of the contract. The sinner nodded and started signing without any hesitation. Your grin widened as a powerful glow sealed the contract; the familiar chain made its way into your hand, indicating soul ownership. âThank you for your service,â you pat his head, âNow you head on home and have a good rest. Iâll see ya in the morning,â You watched as the sinner obeyed and walked out the club. Humming, you faced the next sinner, âHey there.â
Unbeknownst to you, Alastor watched with curious eyes. He found it amusing how you showed no empathy towards these sinners, taking advantage of their states for soul-binding contracts. Interesting, he thought, amused at your antiques. He watched as you collected and contracted a handful of souls, sending them back home without a care in the world. Once youâve rounded up enough sinners, you make your way back to the stage, acting as if youâve done nothing wrong. You scanned the room one last time before snapping your fingers. You watched as every sinner in the room came back to their senses, confusion sprouting throughout the club. You were quick to avert their attention to you as you hummed a tune. Your voice managed to wash away their worries once more, leaving your schemes forgotten.
Alastor chuckled quietly, glancing at his shadow. âKeep your eyes on her,â he spoke to it, watching as it wisped away into the shadows. His smile grew larger and took one last glance at your figure. You looked completely harmless. If only people knew what he knew. He straightened himself up before making his way out of the club and back to the hotel.
â
You walked along the streets, head held high as sinners kept their distance. âY/n, amorcito!â an all too familiar voice rang throughout the air. You looked up to find yourself right outside of VVV Tower. Sighing, you faced the insufferable moth, âValentino.â His mouth formed into a twisted grin, taking your hand and giving it a long lick, âMy offer still stands, you know?â You grimaced, wiping his drugged spit off, âYet my answer stays the same.â Valentinoâs face scowled, âI insist you take it.â
You rolled your eyes, showing him lightly, âNo.â
Usually Valentino would stop here but he was persistent today. âI can make you a star,â he purred inching way too close for your comfort, âThink of the press, the articles, the headlinesâClassy Songbird Gets Gangbanged By Staff Memââ A harsh slap rang throughout the air, gasps followed soon after. âFuckâwhat the hell?â he snarled at you, âIâm trying to help you, you ungrateful whore!â
You scoffed, âAnd I said no.â Valentinoâs fist clenched, moving to strike you. As you moved to defend yourself, a wisp of a shadow knocked him off balance. You watched as the moth angrily squeaked as the shadow tormented him. You were in no mood to get messy, so you took this as an opportunity to leave unharmed. Once you were far enough, the shadow ceased its assault and crawled back into the city shadows. Valentino panted as he stood disheveled, âWhat the fuck?â
As you walked away, curiosity trapped you in its grasp as you wondered what had caused the incident moments prior. It was all so sudden and you stayed wondering who was brave enough to stand up for you. As you continued your stroll, a sudden movement caught your eye as it hid back into the darkness. You hummed, looking at your shadow, âFind it.â The shadowâs âeyesâ brightened and zoomed towards the dim abyss.
You snickered and turned to see a group of sinners huddled watching something behind glass. Sinners made way for you as you looked to see the commotion. You stared down at the TV as it announced the new extermination date, Six months shorter? Ainât that nice, you hummed before turning back around. Today has been eventful and you wanted to go home.
âThank you,â you waved a Hellborn away, finishing your list of errands for today.
Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you made your way back home, only to stumble on an old poster. Quirking a brow, you bent over to pick it up and analyze it. The Hazbin Hotel, you read, some sick fucks you are if you think youâd get redeemed, you chuckled. Home can wait, you thought and looked over the address once more. Oh, thisâll be fun, you thought and chuckled into the musty air.
â
âWelcome to the Hazbin Hotel,â Charlie paused and awed mid-sentence at the ravishing overlord in front of her, âa place of redemption and rehabilitation.â By now, everyone had their eyes trained on the visitor. âWhy this is,â you said as you looked around, âabysmal, but it can manage.â The princess looked around nervously, âWellââ you were quick to dismiss her and walked further into the hotel. The more steps you took, the more you observed. You glanced at the bar, only to be greeted by a grumpy cat and a flirty spider, âHey there, ya look lost.â You smiled at the arachnid, âThis hotel is as entertaining as watching paint dry,â you hummed, âNothing a little jazz could help with!â The cat curled a brow at your sudden enthusiasm. Everyone watched as you snapped your fingers to a nice rhythm. With each snap, equipment appeared. Soon enough, a well-decorated stage stood in the middle of the hotel lounge.
Charlie walked up towards you, thanking you for the sudden appearance and gift. Your eyes shined at the princess, âNonsense, Miss Morningstar! Anything for the royal family.â Chuckling, you whistled into the air, summoning a band and singers, âI gift you a plethora of my most elite jazz members,â you gestured to where they stood on the stage, âItâs like Iâve always said, modernism seems cool, but itâs nowhere unique asââ
âOld-school,â The radio demon chirped from the shadows, causing you to face him. âThatâs, thatâs right,â you straightened yourself up, âYou must be a regular.â You watched as he stepped forward, âAlastor, pleased to see the jazzy songbird themself so up close.â You grinned, âPleased to meet you as well,â you observed the deer from head to toe, âWhat aâŠprominent color scheme you have.â An awkward silence clouded the room as everyone stared at the two overlords.
The silence was soon broken when the door burst open, two familiar shadows are seen wrestling one another on the hotel walls. You and Alastor made brief eye contact before halting your shadows. You squinted, noticing the heart eyes Alastorâs shadow had adorned for your very irritated one. You turned back to Alastor, watching as his ears twitched, âSo it was you stalking me.â
âI wouldnât say stalking, darling,â he said through his never-ending smile, âItâs more of admiring you from afar.â
You laughed at his coverup, âI suppose Iâll let it slide.â Your ears listened as he let out a genuine laugh before speaking, âI am honored.â
Noticing how quickly the conversation was dying out, you made your way to the door as you bid the hotel residents their goodlucks and farewells. âWait!â Charlie stopped you in your tracks, âWhy donât you stay with us? Forgive me if it seems like I'm exploiting you, but it would be really helpful if you performed here for a few nights. Get us rolling on with your jazz crew.â
You eyed the princess before nodding, âGreat idea, your highness!â Charlie beamed and went to check you in.
âA few nights living under the same roof as Hellâs songbird? Consider me jolly and lucky,â Alastor grinned, leaning onto his cane. âConsider it a reward for being a stalker,â you pressed and chuckled at his face.
âWhat can I say? Youâre really alluring.â
A/N: I might make another version where itâs more platonic than romantic if you guys ask lol
In the heart of the pride ring stood an expensive jazz club. Inside youâll find the classiest demons, imps, overlords, you name it. So it wasnât a surprise an overlord such as Alastor lingered in the crowds. He often found himself at ease as he sat in his private booth. Jazz was his favorite genre, even back when he was alive. Every once and a while his mother would take him to their local pub, listening to jazz all night long. Despite the soothing nostalgia, another factor drew him towards the club. A melody he couldnât seem to resist as it grasps him in a chokehold.
His eyes stayed glued to the songbird on stage, feeling warm and enthralled. His smile widening at the sight of you. No one knew how you managed, but you snuck up on Hell. You had appeared one day, singing all around the pentagram. Some say your voice was mesmerizing. Some say it was so alluring to the point of total submission. Sinners under your contract never disclosed how it happened as they themselves donât even recall it. Thatâs what made you so dangerous. You were so unpredictable, so discrete. Even the most powerful overlords stay wary of you, the infamous jazz overlord.
Your enchanting notes hung in the air as sinners slumped staring at you in a daze. You sang to the point every sinner in sight was entranced. Chuckling, you made your way down the stage and towards the closer sinner. âHello, darling.â You grinned as he looked up in a daze, âHow would ya feel if you worked for me?â you cooed alluringly. You were in need of some staff members after all. The sinnerâs eyes bulged at your offer before nodding ferociously. You hummed contentedly, summoning a contract, âSuch a doll you are,â you smiled as you signed the contract and handed him a quill, âJust sign right here.â You gestured to the blank line on the bottom of the contract. The sinner nodded and started signing without any hesitation. Your grin widened as a powerful glow sealed the contract; the familiar chain made its way into your hand, indicating soul ownership. âThank you for your service,â you pat his head, âNow you head on home and have a good rest. Iâll see ya in the morning,â You watched as the sinner obeyed and walked out the club. Humming, you faced the next sinner, âHey there.â
Unbeknownst to you, Alastor watched with curious eyes. He found it amusing how you showed no empathy towards these sinners, taking advantage of their states for soul-binding contracts. Interesting, he thought, amused at your antiques. He watched as you collected and contracted a handful of souls, sending them back home without a care in the world. Once youâve rounded up enough sinners, you make your way back to the stage, acting as if youâve done nothing wrong. You scanned the room one last time before snapping your fingers. You watched as every sinner in the room came back to their senses, confusion sprouting throughout the club. You were quick to avert their attention to you as you hummed a tune. Your voice managed to wash away their worries once more, leaving your schemes forgotten.
Alastor chuckled quietly, glancing at his shadow. âKeep your eyes on her,â he spoke to it, watching as it wisped away into the shadows. His smile grew larger and took one last glance at your figure. You looked completely harmless. If only people knew what he knew. He straightened himself up before making his way out of the club and back to the hotel.
â
You walked along the streets, head held high as sinners kept their distance. âY/n, amorcito!â an all too familiar voice rang throughout the air. You looked up to find yourself right outside of VVV Tower. Sighing, you faced the insufferable moth, âValentino.â His mouth formed into a twisted grin, taking your hand and giving it a long lick, âMy offer still stands, you know?â You grimaced, wiping his drugged spit off, âYet my answer stays the same.â Valentinoâs face scowled, âI insist you take it.â
You rolled your eyes, showing him lightly, âNo.â
Usually Valentino would stop here but he was persistent today. âI can make you a star,â he purred inching way too close for your comfort, âThink of the press, the articles, the headlinesâClassy Songbird Gets Gangbanged By Staff Memââ A harsh slap rang throughout the air, gasps followed soon after. âFuckâwhat the hell?â he snarled at you, âIâm trying to help you, you ungrateful whore!â
You scoffed, âAnd I said no.â Valentinoâs fist clenched, moving to strike you. As you moved to defend yourself, a wisp of a shadow knocked him off balance. You watched as the moth angrily squeaked as the shadow tormented him. You were in no mood to get messy, so you took this as an opportunity to leave unharmed. Once you were far enough, the shadow ceased its assault and crawled back into the city shadows. Valentino panted as he stood disheveled, âWhat the fuck?â
As you walked away, curiosity trapped you in its grasp as you wondered what had caused the incident moments prior. It was all so sudden and you stayed wondering who was brave enough to stand up for you. As you continued your stroll, a sudden movement caught your eye as it hid back into the darkness. You hummed, looking at your shadow, âFind it.â The shadowâs âeyesâ brightened and zoomed towards the dim abyss.
You snickered and turned to see a group of sinners huddled watching something behind glass. Sinners made way for you as you looked to see the commotion. You stared down at the TV as it announced the new extermination date, Six months shorter? Ainât that nice, you hummed before turning back around. Today has been eventful and you wanted to go home.
âThank you,â you waved a Hellborn away, finishing your list of errands for today.
Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you made your way back home, only to stumble on an old poster. Quirking a brow, you bent over to pick it up and analyze it. The Hazbin Hotel, you read, some sick fucks you are if you think youâd get redeemed, you chuckled. Home can wait, you thought and looked over the address once more. Oh, thisâll be fun, you thought and chuckled into the musty air.
â
âWelcome to the Hazbin Hotel,â Charlie paused and awed mid-sentence at the ravishing overlord in front of her, âa place of redemption and rehabilitation.â By now, everyone had their eyes trained on the visitor. âWhy this is,â you said as you looked around, âabysmal, but it can manage.â The princess looked around nervously, âWellââ you were quick to dismiss her and walked further into the hotel. The more steps you took, the more you observed. You glanced at the bar, only to be greeted by a grumpy cat and a flirty spider, âHey there, ya look lost.â You smiled at the arachnid, âThis hotel is as entertaining as watching paint dry,â you hummed, âNothing a little jazz could help with!â The cat curled a brow at your sudden enthusiasm. Everyone watched as you snapped your fingers to a nice rhythm. With each snap, equipment appeared. Soon enough, a well-decorated stage stood in the middle of the hotel lounge.
Charlie walked up towards you, thanking you for the sudden appearance and gift. Your eyes shined at the princess, âNonsense, Miss Morningstar! Anything for the royal family.â Chuckling, you whistled into the air, summoning a band and singers, âI gift you a plethora of my most elite jazz members,â you gestured to where they stood on the stage, âItâs like Iâve always said, modernism seems cool, but itâs nowhere unique asââ
âOld-school,â The radio demon chirped from the shadows, causing you to face him. âThatâs, thatâs right,â you straightened yourself up, âYou must be a regular.â You watched as he stepped forward, âAlastor, pleased to see the jazzy songbird themself so up close.â You grinned, âPleased to meet you as well,â you observed the deer from head to toe, âWhat aâŠprominent color scheme you have.â An awkward silence clouded the room as everyone stared at the two overlords.
The silence was soon broken when the door burst open, two familiar shadows are seen wrestling one another on the hotel walls. You and Alastor made brief eye contact before halting your shadows. You squinted, noticing the heart eyes Alastorâs shadow had adorned for your very irritated one. You turned back to Alastor, watching as his ears twitched, âSo it was you stalking me.â
âI wouldnât say stalking, darling,â he said through his never-ending smile, âItâs more of admiring you from afar.â
You laughed at his coverup, âI suppose Iâll let it slide.â Your ears listened as he let out a genuine laugh before speaking, âI am honored.â
Noticing how quickly the conversation was dying out, you made your way to the door as you bid the hotel residents their goodlucks and farewells. âWait!â Charlie stopped you in your tracks, âWhy donât you stay with us? Forgive me if it seems like I'm exploiting you, but it would be really helpful if you performed here for a few nights. Get us rolling on with your jazz crew.â
You eyed the princess before nodding, âGreat idea, your highness!â Charlie beamed and went to check you in.
âA few nights living under the same roof as Hellâs songbird? Consider me jolly and lucky,â Alastor grinned, leaning onto his cane. âConsider it a reward for being a stalker,â you pressed and chuckled at his face.
âWhat can I say? Youâre really alluring.â
A/N: I might make another version where itâs more platonic than romantic if you guys ask lol
Reader is a potter but got into Slytherin and James hates her because sheâs a Slytherin?
Reader and regulus are inlove but havenât told eachother even tho everyone can see it
One day James is picking on her for being a Slytherin and she snaps at him and fights him and wins? I dont know something like that
And reader is in the hospital wing alone with regulus and he is verry worried about her and they confess to eachother basically just super fluffy at the end
Y/n would never forget that moment. She remembered how her brotherâs gleeful face turned cold and sour. She could never forget the day she lost her brother. All because of a sorting. Their playful banters turned into cold insults and hatred. She felt unstable.
âBloody disgrace!â Young James Potter sneered at his sister, bumping past her. âJamieââ his head snapped to her, âDonât call me that.â Her eyes widened at his harshness, âBut Jamieââ he pointed his wand towards her, âI said donât call me that!â Y/nâs lip quivered, overwhelmed and frightened, âI-Iâm sorry.â James glared at her, âYou should be.â She took a step forward, breathing shakily as he took a step back, âNo, I canât be seen with a bloody serpent.â
His words never left her mind. She would recall all the times heâd promised to be by her side, knowing heâd failed to do so. After all, he was one of the courageous lions, and she was one of the serpents. She had never felt so alone, so outcasted. A bloody disgrace.
âI understand how you feel,â a voice spoke behind the bookshelves of the library. Y/nâs head perked up from her balled up form, wiping her tears, âH-hello?â She looked behind her, watching as a figure emerged from behind the bookshelves, âItâs okay. My brother hates me, too.â She looked at the pale boy, âWho are you?â The boy looked at her tiredly, âRegulus, Regulus Black.â Y/nâs eyes softened, âSiriusâ brother?â Regulus nodded before taking a seat on the floor next to her, âI feel lonely, too.â She looked at him with pity, âYou do?â Regulus nodded, glancing back at her, âMother and father arenât exactly the kindest people, and Sirius thinks Iâm just as bad.â Y/n looked at him sympathetically, âI-Iâm sorry you go through that, Regulus.â He shook his head, âItâs quite alright, Potter. Maybe we could be lonely together.â Her expression changed to one of adoration, âYou donât need to pity me. Iâm sure youâll be better off without me.â Regulus smiled at her, âI insist.â Y/n smiled softly, looking down to her hands, âBut Iâm just a bloody serpent, a disgrace even.â Regulus frowned, âYouâre more than that,â he reassured, âYouâre anything but aââ
ââDisgrace!â James grinned devilishly as he pointed his wand at Y/n. She felt herself lift off the ground, shrieking. She watched and listened as her brother and his friends pointed and laughed at her misery. âA flying bloody serpent!â One of the boys dramatically shrieked, causing the group to laugh harder. Y/n felt defenseless and vulnerable as she floated around. âLeave her alone, you gits!â A familiar voice rang out, Y/nâs eyes snapping open. She noticed Sirius scowl as James grinned, âOh my, itâs Reggie!â James mocked as he turned to the pale boy, dropping Y/n harshly. âLeave her alone,â Regulus spoke threateningly, causing the group to snicker. James rolled his eyes, âOr what, Black? Adding that disgrace to your family tapestry wonât solve your issues.â Regulus paused and looked at him, refraining from saying words he might regret.
âJames,â Y/n started to get up, immediately getting kicked down. Regulus noticed and rushed over, âN/n, are you alright?â He spoke softly as he helped her up. James scoffed and pushed him off, âMove. One serpent is plenty.â Y/nâs eyes widened when James grasped onto her uniform, harshly tugging her up, âYouâre so easy to torment. A coward and a disgrace,â he grinned. Y/n winced at the insults.
Y/n winced as she stumbled through the castle halls, sore from Jamesâ torment. James had gotten more courageous with his torments, getting more and more physical as time went on. By the time her fifth year came around, he was creatively ambitious. Hair dye, her vandalized dorm, itching powder. He even went overboard and attempted to spike her drinks, which she safely avoided.
âTabby,â Regulusâ voice echoed in the empty corridor, âYouâre limping. Whatâs wrong?â Y/n turned to see him walking up to her, distressed at seeing her state. âDonât worry about it, Reggie.â Regulus shook his head, âNo, I will worry about it, I will worry about you.â Y/n looked at him and smiled, "That's sweet, Reggie.â He smiled, âYouâre all Iâve got when I think about it.â Y/nâs expression shifted into appreciation, âThank you, Reggie. That means a lot coming from you.â Regulus smiled at her, âYou mean a lot to me.â His words had her flustered, cheeks tinted pink, âY-you mean a lot to me, too, Reggie.â He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist to support her.
Y/n quickly scowled, pushing away from her brother, âEnough.â James scoffed and looked at her in disbelief, âEnough? Who are you to tell me whatâs enough? Youâre just a bloody serpent.â Regulus heard this and went to step in. Sirius quickly tugged his younger brother back, making him fall into the ground. James snickered at this, looking back at Y/n, âThat thing isnât going to make everything better,â he sneered, âStop wasting your time with that waste and actually make use of yourself.â
Y/n couldnât contain herself, harshly shoving her brother back and pulling her wand out, âHe isnât a waste!â Jamesâ friends snickered from behind, infuriating him, âWatch your damn words, serpent.â Y/nâs patience crumbled, spitting out a spell. She gasped as she watched her brother fly back into a tree, âIââ Before she could apologize, a strong force hit her chest, causing her to fall back. She winced and looked to find her brotherâs wand pointed directly at her, âHow dare you,â he snarled. Y/n felt herself shrink under his deadly gaze, âIt was an accident.â James only scoffed as he walked towards her, âOf course it was âjust an accident.â Itâs always an accident, a mistake, when it comes to you,â he snarled and kicked her side, causing her to wince at the sudden contact.
Regulusâ eyes widened and went to help, only to be held back by his brother, âLet go!â Y/nâs gaze shifted to her best friend, only for James to harshly revert it back to him, âYouâre nothing but a disgrace to this damn family, and thatâs all youâll ever be.â Jamesâ tone was laced with venom and hatred towards his sister, showing no sign of remorse or guilt. âItâs the fact that I can hex you right now, and no one would care for you, you filthy serpent. Not mum, dad, me,â his grasp tightened around her face, âNot even him.â Y/n felt herself snap at his words, âStupefy!â
Students walking past had stopped to watch the commotion, gasping as James flew back. In the matter of seconds, spells were thrown back and forth between the two. Just as Y/n raised her wand to cast another spell, James moved quickly and hit her. Y/n felt herself falling to the ground, harshly hitting her head. James smirked down at his work, quickly scrambling away with his friends when Professor McGonagall appeared hurriedly. Regulus quickly scrambled to her side and told her what had happened. âThank you, Mr. Black,â she spoke worriedly as she looked down to the barely conscious girl, âIâll take it from here. If you could please bring Miss Potter to Madam Pomfrey, Iâd gladly appreciate it.â Regulus didnât wait for her to finish and quickly helped his tabby up to the hospital wing.
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Y/n awoke hours later with a raging headache. As her eyes fluttered open, Regulus was quickly there to comfort her, âYouâre alright, tabby. Youâre safe with me.â She looked up with appreciation, âThank you, Reggie.â He smiled and handed her a small vial, âPomfrey said to give you this once you woke up. I reckon itâs for your head.â She nodded, quickly drinking the substance. Regulus watched her sigh and relax into the bed, ultimately breaking the silence, âYou have no idea how upset I was.â Y/n looked at him, confused, âWhat?â Regulus scooted closer, holding her hand, âTabby, I watched him hurt you, and I couldnât protect you.â She frowned, âYou donât have to protect me, Reggieââ âI care for you too much.â
Y/nâs gaze softened at his words, âAnd I care for you too.â Regulus looked at her, kissing her knuckles lightly, âAs much as I do, youâre too oblivious.â She cocked her head, âSimplify?â Regulus shook his head, leaning in and planting his lips on hers. Y/nâs eyes widened, ultimately closing as she melted into him. The two parted away, Regulus slightly trying to chase her lips. They stared at each other with pink-tinted faces and small smiles. âHow was that for a kiss, tabby cat?â He whispered cheerfully. Y/n shook her head, âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to do that, Reggie.â He gazed at her, âNow you donât have to. By all means, kiss me however and whenever you want, my tabby cat. I promise you wonât regret it.â Y/n chuckled, âI could never regret being with you.â The pair smiled and embraced each other, better intertwined.