𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Note: Lucifer decides that you are the perfect person to be his baby mama. XD

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“Hello there!”

Teeth.

This man in your apartment —

‘He was a duck. A fucking duck and now he’s a man. Oh my fucking god what the fucking fuck.’

                                                 — had shark teeth.

If you’d had better control of your faculties — if you were capable of doing anything more than staring airily with mouth agape — you would’ve screamed bloody murder.

Instead, you sat there, unable to move and quickly succumbing to a sensation you could only described as detachment.

His pointy smile gleamed despite the darkness. His whole person appeared to glow, in fact, giving you a clear view of his demonic approximation of a man in what could only be described as circus attire.

You stared.

There was silence. The expression on his face fell slowly, showman’s smile melting until it barely lingered on his pallid face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get loud, heh.”

The man-creature adopted an inside voice.

“Hello.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I mean we’ve met before, obviously, but it’s nice to be able to meet you as me a-and you as you!”

The blond cleared his throat. Enthusiasm in full force as he pulled a cane out of behind his back and spread his arms out wide.

“Allow me to introduce myself! I am Lucifer Morningstar! King of Hell… and I am at your service, my lady.”

Lucifer bowed until his strangely nose-less face just about touched the floor.

“… King of Hell…?”

Your voice came out steadier than you thought it would.

“You’re… Satan?”

“Ah-ha, ha, that’s a common misconception. Satan is actually a friend of mine!”

Lucifer sprung up, pleased as punch to hear you finally speak.

“People have called me a ton of different names; that’s what happens when you’ve been around for like, ever. It all gets jumbled and lost in translation. Like that game! Telephone!”

“Wait, no.”

He snapped his fingers together a few times.

“Is that…? No that’s not it. It’s, it’s, ah shit.”

“No, you’re right.”

You replied mildly.

”It’s Telephone.”

Lucifer’s eyes lit up like firecrackers. He moved closer to you, step by step, while excitement squared his shoulders.

“So, are you taking me to hell now?”

Your flippant question stopped him dead.

“Wait, what?”

His shock snapped into nervous laughter.