Hi everyone! The name's GriffinTail! I'm here to write!
I'm a massive Child! Reader writer. It's my favorite thing to write but I'll dabble in other things.
This blog is my obsession of Hazbin Hotel! AND now Helluva Boss because I watched it in a single day and I'm also now in love with it.
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So yeah. Hope you guys enjoy the writing and see you around! :)
Side projects I'm having fun with that Im playing with between updates and requests and I might publish in the future:
(Yes even my side projects I still write them as readers)
Fizzaroli x Child! Imp!Reader - This one is fucking cute and when I get further into it's a good yes I'll publish this. Fizz as a parent with Ozzie helping aojfjwifiwn
Alastor x Child! Sinner!Reader - I like the concept I made for it at first buuuut. I reread it and wasn't super proud of it. It would need some rework.
Blitzo x F! Reader - This was a romance story I'm trying to write and if I publish this, I'll want to finish it before I do because there's a lot of moving details of flashbacks of their past and things. It's a cute story so far though. Proud of this.
Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.
Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Implied Trauma, Implied Past Bad Caretaker
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A/N: Omg there's so many of you enjoying-- Thank you for the love and I hope you keep enjoying!
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And-And he tried to work on his project while his mind was still muddled. But he realized he was still focused on the child when he noticed his duck had wolf ears now.
“Fuck.” He put his head in his hands.
Why did he care? Why were they stuck in his head? He’s never cared about a sinner before! He even knew there were children sinners! But this one…this one was stuck in his head. And fuck! He cared…he cared if the kid was ok.
It was messing with his head! He’d asked them for their name, he comforted them, and he even gave them his place to stay even if it was temporary! He shouldn’t care, they’re just another sinner…
But that felt wrong to think. He cursed to himself as he paced in his workshop. It was another day, he had little sleep (which was normal but it felt distressing right now) and he couldn’t understand his own mind.
He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair.
Fine, ok. He’ll just show himself! He’ll show himself what he’ll get if he shows the sinner kindness. Remind himself what sinners were all about. You give them an inch, they’ll take the mile.
So, he put his care forward and was ready to let it be shattered, just like every other time…
The child came to the kitchen to get food in the morning, frowning in confusion when they saw Lucifer in there, humming to himself as he was cooking.
“…Good morning.” They muttered.
He looked over, smiling at them. “Hey, I hope you like pancakes.”
They watched him carefully, shifting nervously. It was his home so of course he could come out. They just weren’t ready for this.
“I think so.” They nodded.
Lucifer noticed their ears pointing back as their tail wrapped close to them, and he frowned softly at their response.
“Well, come sit down they’re almost done.”
They hesitated for a moment before coming to sit in the chair at the dining table. Lucifer nodded before he went back to the food in front of him.
“Did you get some more sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Good, good.” He nodded as he put a pancake on top of a small stack, bringing it over to them. “I figured after last night you should get a good breakfast.”
“Thank you…” They tilted their head as they looked at the food as he went to grab his own food. “Do you need something?”
Lucifer frowned as he looked back at the sinner. “No?”
They simply watched him for a moment before humming and turning back to the food, picking up a fork. “Ok.”
…What? He watched the sinner confused. They were a bit of an odd one for sure.
“OK then.” He muttered before grabbing his plate and sitting at the table with them.
It was silent besides the scraping of forks and knives on plates. He was always terrible at small talk. He could put on a big show sure! But he wasn’t very good at simple socializing, especially after being a shut-in for the past few years. It didn’t really help the inability to small talk with that.
He looked around the kitchen, trying to think of anything to say. It was spotless in here other than the small mess he’d just made. Pausing, he thought of something to say.
“What have you been doing around here?” He asked.
They looked up, putting an arm over their mouth as they swallowed. So, they had pretty decent manners for a child.
“Cleaning.” They answered.
He waited for more but they just sat there, tail slowly swishing behind them.
“Wait, wait. You’ve only been cleaning since you’ve been here?”
They nodded snout scrunching up slightly. “The dust kept making me sneeze. And it needed to be cleaned.”
“So, you haven’t been…playing or reading? Anything like that?”
“…I’m not supposed to touch anything I don’t need to.” They shifted in their seat. “And I only need to when I clean.”
Damn it Lucifer.
He hung his head for a moment forming words before he looked up and put his hands on the table.
“You don’t have to clean. That’s not your job, this isn’t even your house.” He told them. “I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. Look, let’s change that rule. You can touch things when you want, you just can’t take it from the house. Ok?”
They sat there, taking it in before nodding. “Ok.”
“Great.” He took a breath. “You know, I say what have you been doing, I guess I don’t have much for you to do other than read. You can read right?” They nodded and he nodded as well. “While that’s good, it wouldn’t be fun all the time…hm…Alright. Finish your breakfast then I’m going to show you something.”
They continued eating with that and he watched them carefully. He should have been clearer about his rule, but he didn’t think they’d take it that way. Strange kid.
The pair of them finished their food and he put the plates in the sinks. He’ll…probably come back to clean them later. He led the child down the halls, their ears pointed back and their arms behind them as they followed behind him. With a grand bow, he opened the door to his workshop, grinning as the little one giggled.
“This is where I do my work.” He motioned for them to come in. “And…my more personal projects. But, the reason we’re here. You can take one duck from any pile, except that one.” He pointed to one closer to his desk. “Those ones are more dangerous.”
The child came in, their eyes lighting up at all the colorful little things. They came in such a variety. They’d never seen so many colors in one room either, especially such beautiful bright ones. Their ears perked up in delight as their tail started to wag. Going towards one of the safe piles, they went to touch but stopped, hesitating as they looked at him.
Lucifer, himself, wasn’t able to help the soft smile as he watched the wonder and joy in the child’s eyes. No one had been so excited to see his ducks in years. Charlie used to love them when she was younger, but she’d grown. Not as enthused. But the little one was enthralled by them all.
“You can look through them.” He encouraged.
“…they’re all yours?” They asked him.
“Yes, but like I said. You can choose one for yourself.”
They retracted their hand though. “I can’t take your things. That’s wrong.”
He laughed softly. “It’s not, I’m giving you one. You need something to play with. These are perfect.”
They looked at the pile, shifting slightly, clearly wanting to just go in. He couldn’t understand why they weren’t though.
“What do I give?” They asked, looking away from the temptation and back to him.
He frowned. “Nothing?”
“But you’re giving. I need to give back. That’s how it works.”
He still held his frown as he came over crouching in front of them. “No, this is a gift. You don’t give anything for a gift.”
“…Gift?”
He chuckled quietly thinking it a joke…but the child tilted their head in confusion. He stood in his crouched position for a moment before sitting cross-legged in front of them.
“Yeah, a gift. Things you get on birthdays and holidays. You know?” He waved his hand, but their ears went flat as they looked frustrated by their own confusion. “…Has no one ever given you a gift?”
“…no, I don’t think so.”
He let out a humorless laugh of disbelief. “Who was taking care of you before?”
That question got him closed out as they wrapped their tail close and clasped their hands together as they looked down. He sighed deeply as he tapped his hands against his legs.
Ok. Ok. A lot of things were starting to make sense.
“Ok, let me see your hand little one.” He held his hand out to them palm out.
They hesitated as they stared at his hand. Cautiously, they put their hand in his.
“Palm up.” He told them gently as he looked over to the pile of ducks, looking over it carefully.
They silently followed his instructions as he saw a cute little duck wearing a little fishing hat and holding a fishing hook (That actually reeled in! But that’s not what matters right now.). He took it into his free hand before he put the little duck in their hand. Carefully, he had them close their hand around it gently.
“This is yours. It’s a gift from me to you. A gift means you don’t give me anything. It’s yours to enjoy and do whatever you like with it. It’s yours.” He emphasized as he put one hand carefully on their shoulder.
His hand let go of theirs and their hand shook slightly.
“And, I want to gift you a few more, make up for all the gifts everyone should have been giving you.” He smiled gently. “But I want you to pick the ones you like instead. Sound good?”
“You promise?” They muttered instead.
“Promise what?” He asked.
“It’s mine?” They looked up at him with misty eyes.
He smiled sadly as he gently put a hand on their cheek. “I promise. I won’t let anyone take them away from you.”
They let out a quiet whimper and he sighed as he gently pulled them forward and into a hug. He gently pet the top of their head and instead of hugging him, they hugged their gift close.
“You’ll be alright now little one.”
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I do take requests. I'm not 100% sure what you mean by (character)!reader. But reader stories are my specialty!
I'm taking them for Hazbin and now Helluva. If you go onto my main page, the pinned post is my house rules for what I will write. They do take a few days for me to fulfill, but I will get to them.
Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.
Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader
Warnings: We found them! Nightmares, Mentions of fear, Past Threats, Cursing (My bad I should have added that the last two)
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Hope you enjoy ♥
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The first thing the small child found, was the old, but clean clothes in the drawer. They had gone looking for some old rags to wipe away the dust (they couldn’t stop sneezing, it had to go) and found the clothes in there.
“I’ll give you some old clothes of my daughter’s.”
Was…this his daughter’s room? No, he had said this was a guest room. Huh, well, they were their size, so they slipped on a new clean set of clothes before going to find rags to clean the dust.
The next thing they noticed over a couple of days, they really didn’t see him at all, not even for food. He didn’t make anything, he didn’t grab food. They had never even seen him go to the bathroom.
What room was he in? They didn’t know. There was never any sound from any of them. So…they just stayed on their own, cleaning up.
They couldn’t help it. Every time they saw the dust around them in the rooms they could go in, along with the sneezing, all they could think of was their father…
“Why the hell is it still filthy in here?! Get off your ass!!”
They swiped the dust away faster and straightened up the objects on the shelves…
…
Lucifer buried himself deep into making a few new ducks. Why not? He’d made Charlie’s old clothes appear in the sinner’s drawers, the kitchen was stocked. So that was that.
Until Charlie got here, there wasn’t anything else to do. Might as well fill the quiet hours with a useful project. It would keep all the deep, annoying thoughts away if he focused on this.
As he usually did, he became obsessed with the project in front of him. So, he didn’t leave the room, he didn’t even know how much time had passed. He just stayed in his workshop.
It was better anyway. The sinner and he didn’t have to feel obligated to interact.
…Yeah, it was better for him to be alone…
A couple of days later though, he startled awake at his desk. He frowned as he looked around. When did he fall asleep? Why the hell did he…?
He jumped as he heard a scream. That would be why he woke up!
He fell out of his chair before running out of the room. As he got out of the room, he heard the same scream and rushed in the direction of the sinner’s room. He swore if some filthy sinner made their way in to hurt them--!
Without hesitation, he opened the door, only to find the sinner fighting the covers as they screamed in their sleep.
Nightmares…Something Lucifer understood all too well.
But they were screaming in such pain and fear…Fuck, even if they were a sinner, no child should sound like that. He went over, hesitating as he stood next to the bed. There had been a few times in the past, he helped a small Charlie with her nightmares, but hers had never been as intense as the child in front of him. He had no idea how he should handle this; this wasn’t even his kid! This was—was…Fuck Lucifer!
Now’s not the time! He just had to wake them up and stop the heartbreaking screams.
“Hey! Hey, kid!” He gently put his hand on their arm. “Wake up. Wake up!”
They startled awake at the touch, moving away from it immediately, eyes wide with terror as they frantically looked around, their look unfocused.
“I-I’m sorry!” They exclaimed as they pressed their back to the back of the bed frame, their tail wrapping tightly around them and their ears pointed back.
They weren’t here yet. Still stuck in the panic of the nightmare.
“Hey, kid. It was a nightmare. You’re not there anymore. You’re with…”
Fuck, did they even know his name? He hadn’t exactly offered it. Shit! He didn’t even know their name! Alright! Improvise!
“You’re with the guy with the apple tree.” He cringed slightly, but that would be the best way to remind them.
The child was still taking quick breaths, terror in their eyes but confusion mixed in hearing what he said. Apples? They quickly sniffed the air and it reminded them where they were. It smelled like apples, sweets, and still vaguely of dust. They were in the kind stranger’s home.
Their eyes focused a bit as they looked at Lucifer, taking him in as the tension he didn’t realize he’d accumulated, relaxed. They’d had a nightmare a vivid one…
“Welcome back little one,” Lucifer muttered as they looked around the room, trying to keep themselves grounded.
They looked back at him, tears filling their eyes, startling Lucifer.
“I-I’m sorry sir. I-I didn’t mean…”
“Hey, it’s ok. …I understand nightmares.” He assured them.
It was silent for a few minutes aside from the child sniffling as they wiped away their tears, their breathing slowly calming. Lucifer shifted awkwardly; he didn’t know how to comfort them! He didn’t even know their fucking name! Finally, he sighed softly, giving them a light smile.
“I know it’s hard…to go back to sleep after a nightmare. But I know what helps.” He quietly snapped his fingers and a lightly steaming mug appeared on the nightstand next to the bed with whipped cream on top of it. “Hot chocolate. Just right.”
They hesitated as they looked over at the cup. Looking back over at him, he gave a nod. Carefully they took the mug, holding it close.
“Thank you, sir.” They mumbled before taking a sip, eyes lighting up.
He chuckled before he hesitated. He took a deep breath before he sat on the ground, back against the bedframe. “Lucifer.”
He looked up, chuckling again as they looked at him confused, whipped cream mixed in their fur around their mouth.
“That’s my name little one.”
Their mouth formed an O before they gave a small smile. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Nice to meet you (Y/N).” He hummed. “Do…you want to talk about your nightmare?”
They stared at their mug, before shaking their head. “No sir.”
“Alright.” He muttered, looking around the room.
It was so blank in here, completely spotless. Though he supposed that was the point of a guest room. To be a blank, spotless state for someone to just stay a night or two…spotless…
He frowned as he looked confused now. He knew he was terrible with upkeeping the house. Between being alone and the depression…there wasn’t any motivation to keep things clean. It should have been a mess in here, but it was completely spotless. The kid cleaned up in here?
He looked up to ask them and saw them drinking deeply from the mug.
“Whoa, slow down.” He laughed softly. “Don’t want to make yourself sick.”
They hesitated but lowered their drink from their mouth. “Sorry sir…”
He waved it off. “First, stop it with that sir stuff. I don’t really care about it. And second, it’s fine, you’re clearly enjoying it. I’d say you hadn’t had hot chocolate before with how much you are.”
He’d meant it as a jest but saw them nod. He furrowed his eyebrows. They’d never had it before? Damn. He looked back forward, resting his head against the frame.
It hit him now. He’d stayed in here with them. Why’d he sit down? He clenched his hands as he thought about it. Why had he stayed? He had come to make sure they weren’t being harmed then woke them up because they had such terror in their scream and then…he helped and stayed to make sure they were alright.
He’d stayed to make sure the kid was ok.
He abruptly stood up, startling the child. He cleared his throat as he nodded.
“Well, you’ll be ok now.” He told them. “Sleep well.”
“Ok, thank you s—Lucifer. Good night.” They corrected themselves.
“Yeah.” He nodded before hurrying out.
He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. A few days. It shouldn’t be too long now. It was fine. This was fine.
do u take requests? if so, i ask for angel dust with a teen fem reader who’s in a relatively similar situation as he’s in with valentino, except it’s with mammon, like fizzaroli from hb, plz!
I do take requests! Congrats you're the first on this blog! :D
Now I've never watched Helluva, yet. I keep meaning to. So I kept the concept of Mammon and Fizzaroli's relationship that I learned from my friend who HAS watched Helluva and changed Mammon to a sinner I made up on the spot. Same context still!
I hope you enjoy!! ♥
Everything to Me
Pairings: Angel Dust x Fem! Teen! Reader
Warnings: Implied Manipulation, Light Angst, Val mentioned, Mentions of Minor Injuries
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The teenager had come into the hotel, slightly frazzled to begin with but with time, she was a bright and cheerful sinner.
Angel was the one to bring it out of her, taking the kid under his wing. He…saw signs he knew all too well. It was easy for him to connect with her because of that and when (Y/N) became more comfortable, he was so happy to see the real her. It always brightened his days when he came back to the hotel to see the teen smiling genuinely now.
And for a while, he thought she was fine! It seemed like the kid had been holing herself in the hotel to escape whatever situation she was in. That was the one thing he couldn’t get the kid to talk about. She refused to talk about before the hotel, or even most things she did when out of the hotel.
It made Angel nervous when she didn’t tell him about what she was doing when out, but she always came back bright and cheerful. So, he had hoped she’d gotten herself out of the situation that brought her here in the first place.
Then a Saturday night came around.
Angel, himself, crashed on the couch in the parlor after a long day at the studio. Val had discovered a few new things he had wanted to try today and Angel just needed five minutes. Five minutes to get his head together before he tried to interact with people…
“Angel,” Charlie said above him.
He let out a breath before he opened his eyes, his smile a bit tight as he looked at Charlie, but his brow furrowed seeing Charlie’s nervous look, Vaggie just as worried behind her.
“What’s up toots?”
“We…Well, I went to go get (Y/N) for redemption activities while you were gone and she wasn’t in her room.” He was quick to sit up at that. “And we tried to call and text her to see where she was but she didn’t answer either.”
“So, you don’t know where she is?!”
“No.” Vaggie shook her head.
“Fuck, why didn’t you call me?” Angel took his phone out, dialing (Y/N). She never ignored his calls, but it just rang with no answer. “Shit! I’m going out to find her.”
“Everyone else is already out looking, we were waiting for you and seeing if she came back,” Charlie told him as they rushed to the door.
Angel didn’t know where to start, but he was going to look over the Pride Ring if he had to. Hours and hours passed, and it drove him nuts and exhausted him, but there was no sign of the teen. He had to be dragged back to the hotel when he refused to stop.
As he went back to the hotel, he gripped tightly to his arms. He’d gone everywhere he could think that the kid would go, running for hours between each place and asking around. Hell! He’d ignored calls from Val so he could keep looking. Consequences be damned, he’d find his kid.
Even though he was being dragged back to rest, he was only getting thirty minutes before he rushed back out to find the teen.
With that plan in mind, when he walked into the hotel, his worry and determination blossomed into several other emotions as he saw (Y/N) making her way up the lobby stairs.
(Y/N) stopped hearing the door open, eyes tired as her hands were tucked into her hoodie pocket, letting out one word and nothing more. “Hey.”
The exhausted pornstar could now only feel one emotion.
“Where the fuck have you been?! You weren’t answering your fucking phone! You didn’t tell anyone where you went! We’ve been all over Hell looking for your ass! And you’re just here!” Angel yelled as he came over to the teen.
“Angel-!” Charlie started.
“I just got back.” She muttered.
“You’ve been gone for a whole ass day! Without a single fucking word! What were you thinking?”
His brain slammed on the brakes when the teen teared up, looking at the ground.
“It’s-I—” She gripped the inside of her pocket. “I…I don’t know…I—”
She was fighting a sob.
Angel sighed deeply as he ran two of his hands through his hair.
“Look. We’re both exhausted.” Angel said. “We’ll talk about it later. Just…go sleep and we’ll talk.”
She nodded before rushing upstairs. Angel took a deep breath as Charlie put a hand on one of his arms.
“At least she’s here.” Charlie tried to look on the bright side.
“Yeah...” Angel mumbled. “I’m going to get some sleep.”
As exhausted as the spider sinner was, he lay in bed, eyes open as he stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t get the look of pain on (Y/N)’s face out of his mind. The more he thought about his regret for shouting, he realized how devasted the kid looked before he started yelling. Groaning into his hands, he got up and went to her room.
When he got to the door, his chest was tight when he heard sobbing inside. Taking a breath, he knocked as he opened the door slowly.
“Hey, kid.”
(Y/N) let out a shaky gasp she looked up at him as he came in, Angel freezing in the door seeing her with her hoodie off and able to fully see the bruises and scars and fresh injuries on her arms. He stepped in completely, closing the door, keeping his anger in check for whoever did this.
“Who did this?” Angel asked carefully.
“I um—I—” (Y/N) pulled her knees close to her chest, tears falling faster before she let out a shaky breath knowing there was no use lying. “T-The gang on the E-East end.”
“Why the fuck did they attack you?” Angel bristled, struggling to keep his anger in.
“…….Because I attacked them first.” She muttered.
Angel faltered at that, trying to make sense of why the honestly sweet teen attacked a gang.
“Why? What?” He looked at her confused as he went over to the bed.
She looked away, gripping onto the fabric of her pants, silent tears falling.
“Kid.” Angel sat next to her, gently putting a hand on her arm. “You can talk to me. I have no room to judge anyone.” He joked lightly, making the teen glance over at him. “I’m here for you. Just tell me what’s going on toots.”
She watched him before looking at the wall across the room. “I um…I-I was nobody in life…No one looked at me. No one saw me…Then I died and…it was happening all over again! There was no one…”
He gently rubbed her arm in comfort, frowning slightly when the teen gave a tiny, strained smile.
“Then Felix saw me. He saw me when I used my powers.”
Angel knew vaguely of (Y/N)’s powers. She was able to manipulate the ground, and even pull up part of it to use as weapons. It was pretty good shit when she was focused.
“He has such big plans! And he asked me to join him. Me. He wants to become an Overlord. And with my help, he can. He promises, he promises. When he does, I’ll be at his side and everyone will see me. I won’t be a nobody. I’ll be somebody.”
Her smile disappeared as she stared down at the bed with furrowed brows.
“We um…weget put in a lot of fights for the plans. He needs the territory to take over…This last one…I fucked up. I lost the fight and…He’s not happy with me right now and I…” She let out a quiet sob. “He got so angry with me and then you were angry and I—God I’m such a fuck up!”
She was startled as Angel took her shoulders with one set of arms and her hands with the other. Looking up at Angel, she could see a small fire in his eyes, anger that Angel knew was for this Felix brat. But, the rest of the look was calm and gentle for the teen he’d taken under his wing.
“Kid. I need you to listen to me carefully, alright?” Angel told her and she nodded slowly as Angel’s two other arms appeared, wiping away her tears. “You’re NOT a nobody. You’re somebody. You’re somebody to me, to Charlie, to Husk, to everyone in this hotel. And if anyone else thinks different, they don’t fucking matter. They ain’t worth your time. And this Felix cat, he’s the nobody. If he can’t make it without you, that should tell you how amazing you are and how shit he is. You understand me?”
Fresh tears rolled down (Y/N)’s cheeks, and Angel wiped them away immediately.
“B-But, what—”
“No what’s. Do you get me, kid?”
It took a moment but (Y/N) nodded before moving out of Angel’s hold to hug him instead. Angel held onto her tightly, sighing softly as he rubbed her back.
“You’re everything to me, kid. Don’t ever forget that.”
Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.
Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader
Warnings: None that I know of but it's Hazbin, we'll find them eventually.
Part 1 - Part 3
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“Sit here.” He brought them into the sitting room. “Don’t. Touch anything.”
The small child sat; their ears twitching as they looked around as Lucifer left them be to think of…something to get the sinner out of his hair. He could leave them somewhere but there weren’t exactly orphanages and he didn’t know anyone. Hmm, but Charlie might. She was quite more sociable with their subjects than he was. She was working on some project or other but surely, she could help him, and it would be nice to see his daughter.
Meanwhile, (Y/N) shifted on their seat, sniffing the air only to sneeze at the amount of dust they smelled. It was such a big and pretty house; they were surprised it was so covered in dust. Their father would hate how filthy it was…
(Y/N) looked the way Lucifer had gone before looking at the food in their hands. They stood up, carefully wiping an area of the coffee table free of dust with their tail before they put their food down, quietly eating the bread and an apple as they sat on the floor. It was so good to get food in their system.
Lucifer dialed his daughter as he paced his hallway.
“Heeeey Dad,” Charlie answered after a few rings.
“Charlie! How are you?”
“I’m good but a little busy right now, I’m working on my hotel.”
“That’s wonderful Char-Char.” Lucifer hummed noncommittally. “But hey, I need a small favor.”
Charlie sighed quietly. “I’m a little busy Dad.”
“It’s small I promise.”
“I’m really, really sorry, but I need to work on this. I’ll come over in a few days. I promise. I just really need to do this.”
“A few days?” Lucifer looked down the hall back to where the sinner was.
“Yes. But I will be there to help with what you need.” Charlie promised him, though she assumed it was another duck project or the like; he’d be ok for a few days or he’d forget about it.
“It really can’t wa-”
“Charlie!” Someone called for her on the other end.
“I got to go. Talk soon, dad.” Charlie said once more because she hung up.
Lucifer sighed as he stared at his phone. A few days? What was he supposed to do with the sinner now? He had no idea where you’d even take a child sinner in Hell. How did they end up down here? They had to have done something terrible to end up here.
“Of course they did, they’re all terrible.” He muttered to himself as he started walking back to the sitting room as he pocketed his phone.
Just a few days, that’s all he had to hold out for. He’d see his daughter, she’d take the sinner away, and he could go back to his ducks! A win overall.
He came out, seeing the sinner separating their food carefully in different piles on the table.
“What are you doing?” He asked making them jump again.
They looked up at him, ears pinning back. “Rationing.”
“Rationing?”
“Yes, I’m trying to make sure I have enough food for—”
He held up a hand. “I know what rationing is.” He looked at their small pile of food. “You’re really taking care of yourself?”
They nodded as they looked at their food and then at him. “Just me.”
“How long have you been down here? How did you get down here?”
They paused as they watched him before looking away, staring at the food in front of them. “I-I haven’t been here…long. Maybe…a few months, I don’t know sir. It’s…hard to tell time here.”
They were silent after that, not uttering a word of their sin.
He sighed deeply from his nose as he crossed his arms. It was wrong of him to ask that. While a sinner…they were a child. Whatever sin they had committed would be hard on them.
“Alright, well the only person I know that can give some help is going to be a few days. So…you’ll stay here till she gets here. I’ll give you some old clothes of my daughter’s and you can stay in one of the guest’s rooms.”
The child looked up at him in surprise and his gaze softened seeing their eyes glossy.
“Really?” They watched him carefully.
“Yeah. I’m…not thrilled about the situation. But, I wasn’t going to send you back onto the streets. Charlie will be able to help you get somewhere. Come on, I’ll show you the room.”
They went to pick up their food but he waved his hand, making them look at him confused.
“You won’t need that.” He snapped his fingers and the food disappeared, making the child startle. “There’s food in the kitchen. You can get whatever you want from there when you’re hungry. Now come on.”
He started walking, the child staring at his back for a few moments before hurriedly following him.
“There’s just going to be a few rules till Charlie gets here.” He told them as they walked down the hall. “One, don’t go into other rooms besides the room I’m letting you use, the kitchen, the sitting room, and the bathroom. Two, don’t touch anything you don’t need to. Three…well that’s actually all I have for right now. But those are the rules. Got it?”
They nodded silently.
“Good.” Lucifer nodded as well before stopping and opening a door to a bedroom. “This the room.”
The child gave a soft frown as they saw it was also covered in dust but that should be an easy fix. They nodded, now giving him a small smile.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Yeah well.” He shrugged. “See you in a few days.”
He left with that, the child tilting their head in confusion. Surely the two of them would see each other for food or the halls. It was a big house though. Maybe it was harder to see each other. (Y/N) hummed softly before looking at the bedroom. Well, there was work to be done then.
Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.
Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader
Warnings: None that I know of but it's Hazbin, we'll find them eventually.
This is a part one for now to test out the new writing grounds! Hope you enjoy! ♥
Part 2
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Sinners couldn’t have children in Hell. It was common knowledge. So, an actual child running around hell was rare.
For a child to be there, they had to be a Hellborn or…the most rare choice, they were a sinner themselves.
There were some that took in the rare little sinners. However, there were a few that continued to wander the streets. Alone and helpless. It was how (Y/N) got into the situation they were in.
Ducking between legs and slipping through the crowd, their breath came out quickly as they looked back to see their pursuer still following, but falling behind. They needed to hide. Alleys were obvious and usually, more trouble than they were worth, inside another building was even more reckless.
Then they spotted hedges surrounding a large home. The big bushes might be dying, but it would be enough to slip into. Quickly, they slipped through the crowd, diving through the hedge to hide beyond it. On the other side, the large home stood in its glory along with a neglected garden in front of it.
Holding their breath, they watched the hedge, waiting to see if their pursuer followed but breathed with relief when a minute passed and the hedge didn’t move from any disturbance. They waited a few more minutes before they’d make their hasty escape from the land they had stumbled upon. Looking around, (Y/N) could imagine how beautiful the garden might have once been.
The pretty colors and life that would have flourished in the dark place. There was one living plant, making them wonder slightly closer in curiosity. A large tree that still stood…
“You’re trespassing.” A voice spoke behind them.
The small child, jumped, giving a small scream as they turned, clutching onto the stolen goods they had in their arms. Behind them, a man with pale white skin, red cheeks, and hair hiding under a large hat looked down at them with crossed arms.
Lucifer stared at the small sinner. Their form was one of a wolf’s, their ears currently pointed back and tail pressed close to them as they stared up at him in fear. In their arms, he spotted a few bits of food. Bread, cans of something, and…apples. He stood straighter.
“Did you take from the tree?” He growled.
“W-What?” They looked at the tree seeing it was indeed an apple tree. “No! I’m-I’m sorry sir! I-I didn’t mean to come h-here.”
He scoffed. “Then what are you doing here if not to steal?”
“I-I was hiding…” Tears welled up in their eyes and Lucifer looked confused. “I-I’m sorry, I did st-steal, but not from you…I st-stole this food from the store.”
Now Lucifer was utterly baffled. They were confessing their wrongdoings? Why weren’t they lying, they’re a sinner. He stared at their terrified form trying to figure them out. When he’d seen them from his office window, he'd confidently assumed that they were just a short adult sinner. But…
“How old are you?” He asked.
“…Eight.” They muttered.
He sighed deeply as he looked away from them. An actual child. He knew there were children, sinners, he’d just never met one during his centuries, not that he went out much to have the chance to meet one.
“Where are your parents or the people taking care of you?” He huffed.
They looked around, sputtering. “I, um-Well I—”
“Any time now.” He waved his hand.
“…I’m-I’m taking care of me.” They muttered.
He once more stood in confusion. They were on their own? But he looked them over again. Ratty, torn clothes, food they stole in their arms, on their own to begin with.
He crossed his arms again, gripping them as he stared at the small child, making them squirm in place.
“Fuck.” He swore under his breath, before walking to the house. “Come on.”
“W-What?” They sputtered.
“Come on, in the house.” He motioned to it as he looked back. “I need to find somewhere to bring you and I don’t know where to start. So come inside so I can figure it out.”
They stared in shock before quickly scampering after him. He sighed as he led them in. He wasn’t fond of sinners by any means. He hated his own subjects. But the father side of him couldn’t just leave a child out on their own to fend for themselves. He’d find somewhere to send them so he could be done with it.
