Lucifer x Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 8

When you woke it was to a loud shrieking sound, like a dying cat and the squeal of tires, but 10 times as bad.

You wanted so badly to get up and check it out but it seemed that the noise came to you before you got the chance to find and get rid of its source.
Angel Dust burst into your room carrying Fat Nuggets, running from what appeared to be the Radio demon.

"BACK UP MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Angel we need bacon for breakfast! Besides, that little... thing... chewed. On. My. STAFF."

Angel then snickered thinking dirty as the deer seemed to get angry. The two demons were on opposite sides of your bed as you just sat there, trying to figure out how to get the two bickering toddlers out of your room.

'I could light a fire and they'd both run- no demons have a resistance to fire. Only Angel would fall for that.'

You continued to contemplate, but that was when Alastor tried to run around the bed to get to Angel quickly, him being the quick yet stupid thinker he can be, jumped onto your bed and ran across, thankfully not squashing your legs. With that the duo ran out of the room, your door once again hanging on one of its hinges. Sighing, you got up and got dressed. You had gotten fully dressed when you noticed a bowl of fruit and bloody meat, with a bottle of (F/D). No card, but mainly apples. Was it from Charlie? Maybe. She probably -being the little sweetheart she is- realized how late you were out and got you a little gift basket. But, why raw meat? She can't stomach blood and guts too well so... that doesn't really make sense.

You brush it off as you grab an apple and munch on it a bit. For whatever reason, eating the apple doesn't make you want to regurgitate and it actually tastes pretty good. Maybe something to do with the relationship between the two? (more like me wanting to let u eat some damn apples because i think it would be cool, demon snake that eats apples.)

It didn't matter, you walk out of your room while taking another bite out of your apple. Walking down the steps and almost falling a few times, you made it to the lobby. Nothing seemed to be broken and you proceeded to do your chores for the day. You cleaned the rooms -even if people hadn't been staying there you didn't want the place to gather dust that easily- checked for damages and repaired your door, and anything else that needed to be done. The day passed by fairly quickly, since most of the day Lucifer had stuck around you making conversation the whole time.

You had grown to like his company as time passed, he was pretty nice other then being the ruler of Hell and all that.
As you were fixing up the old torn up couches in the lounge, Lucifer summoned his staff and started shining it. The apple on top already seemed spotless but after shining it, it seemed to be shinier somehow.

(and here is me remembering this book exists and writing more because there are people who are reading this sad excuse for a book that are waiting for updates and have probably forgotten about it now because I've been gone for so long on March 26, 2021.)
(EDIT APRIL11,2021: also, i had originally started on this chapter waaayyy earlier i just held the vote because i couldn't think of anything else but more outside scenarios, but this time Lucifer actually joins in on the senseless violence cuz ya need more bonding time that isn't awkward)

You both continued to do your own thing in the room in silence, that was both uncomfortable yet comfortable at the same time.
The author doesn't know how else to explain it so that's the best you're getting.
Eventually Lucifer cleared his throat getting your attention.

(I keep imagining (Y/N) in gun fights being all badass with their eyes glowing like a light house.)

Just as he was about to speak another male decided to yank you out of work and up the stairs to your room, leaving Lucifer sitting there with his mouth open and his pointer finger left up in the air before he changed it into a fist and brought it to his mouth and cleared his throat. He then continued to stare at the wall and ponder his entire life.