𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

TW:kinda 17+?

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The first time didn’t take, as you’d come to learn 3 days post-coitus with the Devil. It had left you bereft, not exactly disappointed but also not certain if you should go out and buy 150% proof alcohol to mark the occasion.

You settled for enough wine to dull your senses before sending a text with your Hellphone. The fact that inter-dimensional phone lines were possible was simply added to the list of not-even-gonna-think-about-it of things that came with your new reality.

A blood-curdling shriek from your pocket made you curse as you dove for it.

“Hey.”

“Hey-yy!”

Lucifer responded cheerfully before clearing his throat.

“So it um… it didn’t work?”

“Unless being pregnant with hellspawn looks and feels exactly like my time of the month, no. It didn’t.”

You said.

He sighed on the other end, air blowing through the receiver and fucking up already poor reception.

“Okay. Shit. Well, maybe we can work something else out—”

“I’ll just text you when it’s over and we can try again.”

You replied as you leaned back against your headboard.

“You-you wanna try again?”

Lucifer’s surprise made your eyes roll.

“Yeah, just give me a couple days.”

You’d felt a wave of fatigue crashing over you.

Suddenly you were boneless, barely able to even hold the phone up to your ear. Lucifer’s hesitant delight barely registered yet you could imagine him behind closed eyelids, smiling crookedly with those ivory fangs.

“Y-I-uh, ok great! That works for me if it works for you!”

He practically shouted.

“Do you need anything in the meantime?”

“‘Mmmmffh, a nap.”

Lucidity snapped back for a moment as you eyed the phone in your peripheral.

“Also please don’t call or text me. I’m gonna throw this thing out the window if I have to hear someone screaming bloody murder one more time.”

As you end the call. He thinks and feel really not so comfortable about this, since he feels like he's just using your body. He sigh as he startled by the ringing of his Hellphone wasn’t at all peculiar.

However —

The sound of a love song, though tinny and compartmentalized to the King of Hell’s coat pocket, made Asmodeus perk up.

He glanced down to see his diminutive brother rush for the device like his life depended on it. It was easy to feign polite indifference as Lucifer excused himself from the cafe table for a moment, but by the time the King had returned, Asmodeus was leaning forward expectantly.

“That’s new.”

He said.

Lucifer looked up wildly, as if he’d been caught snatching aphrodisiacs from Ozzie’s own stores.