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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

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Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

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I Care. Chapter 5 cover art

Donnie can't help but feel responsible for Leos injuries. Despite his condition, he will find a way to fix or help Leo, even to the point of risking his own health.

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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 5

Jake x Neytiri x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. ___ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right? Warnings: Childbirth, Angst Word count: 3.6k A/N: ok so, I had to repost this chapter to be able to make edits since it didn’t let me before :’) enjoy, again

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___’s heartbeat thumped harshly against her chest, her breathing was ragged with shaky inhales and exhales. One hand rested upon her stomach while another leant on the ground behind her, supporting her body as she tipped back slightly.

She needed to get back to camp, the healers there would be able to use the appropriate oils and salves to sooth her pains, they also would be able to safely deliver her baby. She could not do it alone after all, even if her skills were exceedingly good.

The Na’vi grunted as she turned to stand up, getting into a squad to heave herself onto two feet. But as she did more water ran down her shaky legs and she huffed out, sitting back down onto the moss. She could not do it. Her birthing had to be done here.

Alone.

___ placed both hands behind her and scooted herself against the trunk of vitrautral, hopefully the great mother will guide her. The grass below her glowed a soft blue hue, even in the afternoon light she was able to make out the intricate glow.

A sharp pain in her abdomen made her screech out, leaning forward and deeply breathing. She was no stranger to the stories of childbirth, her sa’nok, along with the other mothers of the village told her stories of their labours. The wetness, the pain, the screaming, then it was the bliss, holding their child for the first time in their arms. At the time she could not wait for it to happen to herself, but now she regretted everything, she wanted them out.

More shouts left her plush lips as she moved to a squat, facing and leaning against the tree for support. One hand left the trunk to undo her tweng and feel her entrance, she was dilated. If she felt further she would of been able to make out the smoothness of a head.

When the contractions started coming closer in time, ___ knew she had to push. She cried, tears leaking from her flushed face as she wailed prayers to Eywa for a safe delivery, for Sylwanin and her ancestors to look out for her.

Time passed by fast and eclipse was nearing, the sun slowly backing into the shadows to make way for the night.

A hand was placed onto ___’s warm shoulder and the woman’s ears twitched, head swivelling around and her eyes widened as she was faced with Mo’at.

“___, ‘evi…” the Tsahìk reached a hand down to feel her daughter, the head was almost out already, it was no doubt she has been in labour for a while. “They are close” she smiled, reaching her head out to kiss her daughter in law’s wet cheek, “push ‘ite”

A scream was released into the air as ___ forced herself to squeeze, her opening stretching to accommodate the life that was coming out of her. Mo’at sang comforting prayers to their deity, hand under the baby to get ready to catch them when they fell, she moved ___ to arch her back more, watching as the child slipped out with ease.

The Tsahìk caught them, making sure to use her knife to cut the cord, “‘aw evengan, ma ‘ite” she grinned. The new mother turned her head and laughed, her lash line being coated with happy tears. Mo’at quickly moved to connect the boy’s queue to his mothers, tsaheylu was important for them to establish a mother-child bond. She moved him into his sa’nok’s arms as she weeped, he was beautiful. “What are you naming him?”

“Sylwaì” ___’s lip wobbled, ‘‘Sylwanin was a good name after all…’’. Before Mo’at could say anything else, another pained shout echoed through the cliffs that surrounded them. The elder was quick to asses the woman, checking her for any injuries until she felt her belly.

It was still large.

Immediately she felt ___’s entrance once again and gasped when another head had appeared. Another baby. This was never seen in the Na’vi, it was an enigma, something that may be caused by Jake’s human genes.

Without time to dwell, the Tsahìk coaxed the still squatting woman to squeeze once again, giving her praises and going back to singing hymns. ___ held her son close to her chest as he pawed at her chest beads, feeling her mothers distress through the bond.

But it was easier the second time around, the next baby came out without much of a hitch. After another push they slipped out and their mother collapsed after Mo’at cut the cord once again, “another boy, mune ‘itan, you have truly been blessed, Eywa has seen to you that you get the family you deserve”

“Sylwaì ulte Syatxì. My sons. My beautiful children” ___ grinned at the chubby boys as she formed the bond, connecting her second born to the tsaheylu that was already connected with his brother. The three bonded and all ___ felt was ‘onglawn, the exhilaration feeling the bond take place. She felt their calm breaths, their slow beating hearts and happy thoughts. Her happy babies.

“They are small, you have given birth too early ‘ite” The Tsahìk made sure the new mother was rested against the tree, looking around the dark horizon and back to the small family, smiling “but they are healthy, the great mother says they will be strong” she placed a hand on the others head, sending thanks to Eywa for the safe delivery. If she had not made it in time, she would not know how this would have turned out.

“How did you know I was in labour?” ___ looked up, still panting slightly. Her yellow eyes twinkled in the light of the tree of souls and her face glowed like any other new mother.

Mo’at tapped her own nose once, then tapped the other woman’s “a Tsahìk sees all” was the only words she said. But it was enough. Interpreting the will of Eywa was not something anyone could do, her mother in law holds a special bond with Pandora.

___ looked down at the boys who cooed sleepily “I did all the work to bring you here, and yet you are the ones who are tired?” the two women chuckled. The na’vi looked back up and sighed heavily, only one thought emerging from the back of her mind, making itself prominent in the way it pangs painfully.

Her mates. What would they say about this?

When the sun emerged from the giant planet, Polyphemus, and bathed Pandora with light once again, ___ awoke with her children resting safely in her arms. Mo’at a few feet away with some fruit cut up in front of her.

She sat up slowly and looked down to see her loincloth put back into place, her mother in law must have cleaned her when she was resting. A whine caught her attention and her ears swivelled, eyes landing on the boys stretching their little legs. ___ grinned brightly and brought them up to her chest, letting them suckle her for milk.

“Come, have some food. You should be hungry, like your boys” her mother beckoned her over, handing her slices of yovo. “We must get you back to the clan soon, their family must meet them”

At the mention of her mates, ___ turned her ears down. She did not want for her sons to be treated with unfair cruelty just like she had, and she knew that the couple would not hold back just because she gave birth to their sons. “I do not want to”

“What?” Mo’at looked at her like she grew two heads, she had an idea what has been happening with her children and tried to stop any wrongdoings. But she could not prevent what they did behind closed curtains in the privacy of their home. She felt helpless, and only wished for the great mother to guide them all to a better future.

“I do not want to go back. You know what will happen if I do. I cannot deal with this mistreatment on myself and I cannot allow it to happen to my sons” ___ kisses each boy on the back of their head, rubbing her thumbs on their backs as comfort. “I want to leave”

The elder’s eyes softened at the display of affection, pupils dilating in understanding. “If that is what you wish, I will help you ‘ite. But I hesitate, when you leave, I will no longer be able to watch you”

“But you are Tsahìk, I thought you see all” ___ jested, gaining a smile in return. “I leave tonight. But I do not know where to go, Pandora is too big and too dangerous”

“The Metkayina are reef Na’vi. If you travel beyond the sea you will be able to reach them, they will take you in. But the journey is long, you will need to be prepared for it” Mo’at stood up and helped ___ in the process, holding a hand on the young Na’vi’s back as they walked in the direction of camp. Speaking hushed whispers of where she would go, who she would meet, what to expect and what to take for her boys.

Sylwaì and Syatxì wriggled in their mothers hold, ears twitching and small tails wrapping around her wrists as they entered their home. Na’vi gasped at the family, having not seen their Tsahìk and her daughter in law for hours, they were starting to grow worried. But now they were back, bringing two small babies with them.

Some approached her to get a closer look, offering smiles and their congratulations. ___ grinned back, happy at the love her people saw for the babies. They both cooed when the women of the clan stroked their little hands and small noses.

“We give our thanks to Eywa, who has brought safe delivery to our new members, and your Olo’eyktan’s first borns” Mo’at lifted her hands to the sky while the clan cheered and whooped.

At the sound of loud shouting, Jake and Neytiri both turned to eachother, worried that something has happened while they were in their home. The woman dropped her basket weaving and rushed to grab her bow, Jake quickly doing the same for his gun while they slid down to the forest floor. “What’s going on?” he approached the large group, ready to attack.

The clan parted for their leaders to see and it was a sight that was most unexpected. ___ stood in the centre, looking tired but glowing all the same, holding two Na’vi babies in her arms. Neytiri’s eyes widened, looking from the babes to the mother’s now flat stomach, putting two and two together, “those children…” she whispered, mind wondering off. ___ gave birth without their knowledge, to two nonetheless and much earlier than anticipated.

Jake dropped his gun, staring at the boys. They were twins, both looking the exact same with three fingers and small tufts of hair on their head. They were cute, especially when they tried to open their eyes and reach their small hands to grasp whatever they could, making the sweetest sounds to their mama.

His babies. His boys.

He tried to walk closer to the group, taking careful steps but saw the way ___ clutched them closer, to the naked eye it would just look like she wanted a better hold on them. But to Jake’s, he saw the fear in her yellow orbs, the way she stared at him with anticipation, waiting for his next move. He stopped and his ears went down slightly.

“Omaticaya, we leave the family to rest” Mo’at, ever the observant, shooed the people away while her children and grandsons got acquainted, making sure to keep a close eye on them if anything were to happen. She will not allow her grandchildren to also suffer.

Once the clan parted and went back to their chores, Neytiri walked next to her husband, a sadness coating her face. “When…when did you do it” she looked into the eyes of the new mother and saw a sight she has become all to familiar with, it filled her with grief. Has she caused this? Deep down she knew she had, everything leading up to this moment was her fault.

___ stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving the couple, “last night…” she softly whimpered when Syatxì’s tail tightened on her wounded wrist, it has been treated, but still hurts and will take time to heal. The sound caused the two Na’vi in front of her to instinctively perk up, their eyes looking over her for any injuries and Neytiri’s breath hitched when landing on her wrist.

___ saw the change in her expression and decided to leave, she did not want to dwell with them for longer than she had to. She excused herself and walked away towards their home, climbing the tree to the best of her ability and settling down once she was inside the hut. She did not want to hear what they had to say. Not ever again.

___ strolled towards Hellsgate, after the hassle the clan made of her coming back she decided to pay the humans a visit, including Spider. Her twins were strapped in their carrier, one on the front and one on the back, both squealing happily at the atokirina that flew down and tickled them. Eywa was watching.

The Na’vi stepped over roots and rocks, finally seeing the entrance to the building a few ways ahead. Slowly walking down the hill and going towards it, hoping that they would not be alarmed by her sudden presence. “Kaltxì” the woman called once she was close enough, knocking on the door and grinning at the small man who opened it, Max.

“Hi ___! Come inside - oh! Congrats on the babies!” he cheerfully waved at her little ones, the babies stared at him, sucking their thumbs and most likely trying to see who he was through their growing eye sight. The Na’vi walked into the air lock, waiting for the next door to open so they could finally be where the rest of the tawtute were. Max strolled in front of her, pointing out where Norm was most likely at and she thanked him in English, some of these humans do not understand Na’vi so she made sure to adapt for them. “Hey ___” Norm grinned at her tiredly, noting the two babies strapped to her he blinked, surprised, “they are early” he stated, getting up from his seat and walking towards her. The taller woman kneeled down to introduce them, offering Norm to hold one, after their constant get togethers she grew to trust him. “No, I would rather not, Spider has been acting up like crazy and I think I’ve had my fill of kids for now…No offence!” He quickly added, not wanting to come off as rude.

___ smiled at him, understanding, sometimes the children she took care of can be a bit much “it is okay Norm, where is Spider though?”. The man pointed to a hallway just across from them, telling her that the boy was in the first room to the left. He quickly grabbed a breathing mask for her, noting that she had none on and urged her to take it before sending her off.

___ looped the device around her neck, understanding his concern but she will not need it, she is not staying long.

Little Miles was in a colourful room, playing with some wooden toys she have carved out a couple of weeks ago, in his left hand he held a figure of Toruk and in the right a Na’vi. He squealed when he saw her walk through the too small door, standing up on little legs and rushing towards her. “Hi! Hi!” he bellowed cutely, hugging her calf and rubbing his cheek on it.

The woman grinned brightly and sat down so they could be closer, untying her babies to introduce them to each other. “‘evi, this is Sylwaì and Syatxì” she observed as the human boy looked between the two and pointed to ___’s tummy in question. “Srane, I have gave birth to them last night” she stoked the boys blonde curls and watched as he poked one of the babies arms, he was as big as them. It made her giggle.

Her laughter mellowed at why she came to him in the first place, she had to tell him the news. Spider may not understand properly, but she loves the child, he deserves to be made aware. “Spider. Please look at me” she lifted his head to stare into his brown eyes softly “I am leaving Omaticaya” her voice cracked.

The toddler looked at her with confusion, only really understanding the word ‘leave’ after having heard it plenty when saying goodbye, but seeing the tears in the woman’s eyes he knew this was much more serious, “Leave?”

“Srane. I am leaving forever”

The English processed in his head and the boy felt his eyes well up, lip quivering. “Kehe! Stay! Sa’nok!”

___’s heart broke. Mother. He called her mother. She picked him up and placed him with her twins, kissing his head and wiping his tears. “Ma ‘itan. I have to. I do not feel safe here” he dulled down and whimpered, nodding his head. Smart boy, her smart boy. “I can not take you with me either, yawnetu. It is not safe for a tawtute, you can get hurt”

Spider nodded again slowly, coming to terms with their departure. Small tears dropped down his chubby cheeks, he was scared to lose her. But if she did not want to be here he can not stop her. “Sa’nok…” he cuddled into her large blue body, sniffling. ___ cooed and tried her best to comfort him, feeling her own sadness drip down her face.

“My child. We will see each other again. Become strong. Eywa will guide you, I promise” she took of the thin choker she wore around her neck, the beads shined in pretty blues and browns. ___ wrapped it around little Miles’s arm, touching her forehead to his. “‘itan, I will always love you”

The tree of souls glistened in the night of Pandora, ___ wanted the ceremony done now before she were to leave for good, who knows when her boys would ever get the chance to connect to a sacred space again? The reefs journey was long and there was no vitrautral for miles.

Mo’at chanted prayers into the air, the Omaticaya swayed in the back, humming songs of support, the floor glowed with their connection, a bright teal pulsed into the darkness. Syatxì and Sylwaì’s kurus linked with one of the hanging branches, it glowing with the newfound connection.

The two babies smiled gummy smiles to their parents, feeling the warmth of their great mother and the love that she holds for her children. Sylwaì gurgled happily at ___, her pupils dilated in pure bliss in return. Her sons were now connected to Pandora, they will grow with a strong connection to their deity and all living things.

Jake held Syatxì in his strong arms, as was custom for an Olo’eyktan and a father of almost three. He stared into his boys yellow eyes as he cooed, a small smile graced the man’s face as the baby made sweet sounds. How could he ever be deprived of them? How did he ever have the nerve to do this to their mother?

He glanced towards his left where ___ kissed Sylwaì’s forehead, heart beating just a tad faster. She was beautiful, she has always been beautiful. He just couldn’t believe it took so long to see it. To see her.

Mo’at nodded towards Jake curtly as she passed him, ending the ceremony with chirps and loud words of thanks. She was happy for her daughter in law, but not happy with her son. He did not deserve to hold that baby, but she could not protest, as is the way.

“My sweet babies” ___ whispered, nuzzling into the boy she held, pride overtaking her every being. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Neytiri grinning at her, also proud of her old friend and mate for achieving something so great. ___’s mood instantly mellowed, she does not get to be proud.

Not after all she has done.

Her ikran landed onto the branch just a couple of minutes away from the clan, squawking at the sight of her rider and new offspring’s. “Kaltxì Tìlor” ___ stroked the nose of the creature, laughing quietly as she was smothered. “We must go. Far away” she connected queues and instantly Tìlor understood, wings flapping and pupils dilating. She must get her rider to safety.

___’s sons were in their carrier on either side of their mother once more, but this time swabbed in blankets just to make sure they will stay warm. It was an eight hour journey to the reefs, there she will find a clan that can take her in.

She has had enough of her mates mistreatment, it was about time she left. With the birth of her twins it motivated her to keep them safe from the hands of Jake and Neytiri who still slept soundly in their bed.

The Na’vi left the home she shared earlier that night, packing essentials such as food, water, warm clothes and memorabilia. She took Sylwanins beads and some of Mo’at’s jewellery, items to remember her home and loved ones here. She does not know if or when she will come back.

___ jumped softly up onto Tìlor’s back, urging her to lift up into the sky and away from Omaticaya. She looked back in sadness, high enough to see Hellsgate just past the tree line.

She prays that Jake and Neytiri will never find her.

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magusculpa · 9 months

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just some kissing in the works :)

#Thanzag #hades game #hades fanart #thanatos #zagreus #chapter 5 #wip #this chapter is taking so damn long ankfbfkwis djeknendvfndls its fine im satisfied and that’s all the matters

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I'm in like- stage 80 of chapter 5 I think I'll be able to finish the chapter this evening- so yeah spoiler alert idk?

I'll probably post some thoughts and rambles later but I JUST NEEDED TO TALK ABOUT THIS

SELAPHIEL THE MAN THAT U ARE ☹️☹️🤏 it's giving Unknown from Mystic messenger vibes (and I am a sucker for him)

He's literally confessing guys HE LOVES ME WE'RE GETTING MARRIED 💥💥⁉️

"You can do that for me right?" Hehehehehehheheheheheheheheghegrh giggles and kicks feet in the air and melts and twirls hair and

Anyways, needless to say I gave him every bit of information without a single lie, sorry devil crew I'd snitch on you ANYTIME if it means getting praised by him 🗣‼️

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy #whb selaphiel #whb spoilers #chapter 5 #Selaphiel x Me canon idc what yall say

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Chapter 4 & 5 is finally out!

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🌈 UPDATE HIGHLIGHTS

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Introductions to Wayne, Lily, and JM's parents!

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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Summary: Anger management was by no means your strong suit. No amount of lessons or prayers could change that. In fact, it feels like you’ve been doing a lot worse lately with the appearance of a new neighbor in your next door apartment.

✧Chapter summary: Gojo continues to haunt your dreams. Is this a premonition or just punishment?

✧Warnings: 18+, SFW, vulgar language, Satoru Gojo✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!”

Your wrists stung as you savagely yanked and pulled against your restraints. The rickety office chair you were strapped to rattled with every thrash.

You glared at the white haired male who leaned against his desk. His ‘innocent’ smile mocked your failed attempts of escape.

“I gave you an option.”

“CLEARLY YOU DID NOT!”

Gojo playfully shrugged at your seething form. If your hands weren’t currently tied to the chair’s arm rests you were sure they’d be around his neck by now.

Yelling in frustration, you clenched your fists the best you could, “This is insane even for you, Gojo!”

Ignoring your complaint, Gojo hummed passively, tapping a nimble finger against his mahogany desk, “Your last name.”

You quirked a brow at Gojo’s sudden change of topic, “What?”

“It’s of similar status to the three clans who used to dominate Japan in the Heian period, is it not?” Gojo titled his head, “Kamo, Zenin,” he pointed to himself, “Gojo.”

You flinched at the sudden chuckle that forced itself from his throat, “But it’s even closer to that of Ryomen.”

Ryomen?

Confusion laced your face. Ryomen certainly wasn’t one of the ruling families who still held prestige even in today’s society. You weren’t even sure you learned about the name in school. Backtracking even further, your name most definitely did not hold the same status as his. Just what was he trying to imply?

“I don’t understand,” You met Gojo’s obsidian glasses.

He scoffed, “Of course you wouldn’t. Measures have been taken to erase any trace of the name.”

Pushing himself away from the desk, Gojo’s form gilded towards you. Large hands clasped themselves around the chair's armrests, pressing into your trapped forearms. Quickly, you turned your head away from him. A sorry attempt to keep some sort of distance between the two of you.

“He was the so-called King of Curses. A title easily put to rest once the three clans finally joined forces that is.”

A small puff of air left your body before it started to turn into full blow laughter, “King of Curses, huh? Did you really take me here just to tell me a scary bedtime story?”

Gojo’s face remained stoic as he backed away from your giggling form, “No. I took you here to warn you.”

“Warn me of what,” you threw him an exaggerated smile, “Ghosts?”

The older man pressed his lips into a thin line, “Something much worse.”

Your eyebrow twitched, “Seriously Gojo give it a rest. I’m not falling for your stupid games.”

“This isn’t a game.”

You flinched at his cold tone. Straightening your back, you swallowed the lump in your throat, “Fine. I’ll humor you. What is it you're here to ‘warn’ me about?”

“Ryomen Sukuna,” Gojo’s face scrunched as if the name tasted revolting, “Monster, demon, curse, disgraced one. A living nightmare disguised as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

You mulled over the information spilling out from Gojo.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Monster.

Nonsensical words strung together which you’d normally roll your eyes at. However, Gojo’s tone held no amusement.

“Together the three clans of Sorcerers, Kamo, Zenin, Gojo, used their powers to end his reign of terror,” Gojo groaned dramatically, “Or so we thought.”

A sudden burst of laughter ripped through you as you tried to regain your breath, “You can’t be serious. First you kidnap me like some lunatic and now you're trying to convince me that the Boogeyman is real?! Gojo Satoru, I knew you were special but I didn’t think you were ‘special’ special.”

You flinched harshly when a massive hand snatched the back of your head, threading itself through your hair. Forcing your head up, Gojo’s darkened eyes met your own. You swallowed harshly. The faint pang of pain pulsated in your scalp.

“(y/n).”

You shuddered as your name rolled off his tongue. Grasping your hair tighter, Gojo bent down to your ear, “I’ll only say this once. Pay. Attention.”

You nodded slowly, allowing Gojo’s hand to tug slightly with every bob of your head.

A small smirk pulled the edges of Gojo’s mouth up, “Good Girl.”

Releasing his hold, Gojo backed away slightly, “The last name (l/n) was almost always present when accounts of Ryomen were written. Whether it was servants, slaves, subordinates, concubines, or… berserkers.”

You chewed on your lip, “I still don’t understand what this has to do with me.”

“You will soon,” Gojo pulled a picture from his coat pocket and dangled it in front of you, “Very soon.”

Squinting your eyes, you scanned the poorly captured image. From what you could tell it was a picture of a man entering a limo. His face was hidden by the door, but you could see his gigantic form stepping into the expensive vehicle.

You raised a brow, “I should be scared of a limo?”

“You should be scared of the man getting into the limo.”

“You can’t even see his face-”

Gojo placed a hand over your mouth and shook a finger, “That’s because his identity is confidential.”

It was hard to place the extreme confusion and anger surging through your body at the moment. You were expected to fear a man who you weren't even allowed to see? You internally face-palmed. Make it make sense.

Sensing your puzzled thoughts, Gojo huffed and removed his hand, “Your family used to serve a malevolent self-made God in the Heian period. Said God was assumed to be dead but the old bastards never fully finished the job.”

He tapped the picture in front of you again, “We found an ancestor.”

Realization crept up your spine, “So what you're saying is that the evil spirit God thingy back in the day was killed but not his children?”

“Bingo.”

“And you think because I'm supposably from a family who has served him for generations I'm going to turn evil?”

“Bingoish.”

You tried to find words only to fail. The whole situation was completely absurd.

“Bingoish? What do you mean?”

You let out a choked breath when Gojo suddenly plopped himself onto your lap. Making himself at home on your newly taken aback form, he sighed dramatically.

“Your temper is a tell-tale sign of what you actually are,” Gojo wrapped his arms around your neck and swung his feet passively, “You’ve got berserker blood in you.”

Gojo booped your nose, “A true soldier of evil.”

“GET THE HELL OFF ME, FREAK!”

Laughing off your boiling rage, Gojo stayed put, “Berserkers are men and, in extremely rare cases, women who are dormant jujutsu sorcerers. Their bodies contain exceedingly high levels of cursed energy.”

Your brain swam as you tried to understand Gojo’s gibberish. What the hell was he talking about?

“These individuals were so high in curse energy that the murderous tendencies of curses took over them,” Gojo pressed a finger into your chest, “Hence the name berserkers. Highly skilled, angry, vicious, and reckless soldiers who served the King of Curses at his peak.”

Gojo looked at you, “Case in point, they had incredibly intense angry issues.”

You clenched your jaw at his insinuation.

“Don’t worry too much though,” Gojo patted your head, “These murderous tendencies could only be unsealed with a single flower, Wisteria. You're not going around eating random flowers, are you?”

You deadpanned, “Obviously not.”

Gojo shrugged, “Could've fooled me.”

Growling, you thrashed in your chair. Gojo gripped your neck tighter in an attempt to stay aboard the y/n express.

“That's it, get off, Gojo! I have had enough with your stupid fairytales!”

Gojo grunted when you managed to shake his body off you. Pouting, he placed a hand on his forehead, “I can’t believe you could do this to your own teacher!”

“I can’t believe you'd do this to your own student!”

You let out a ragged breath, “Gojo I hope you realize how absolutely insane this all sounds. Jujutsu Sorcerers? Gods? Curses? Give me a break. Do you really think some ancient God’s ancestor is currently tracking me down in order to turn me into one of his super soldiers? To what? Reclaim his throne?”

“Yes.”

Mouth agape, you tried to conjure up some sort of reply before giving up. This was insane. Gojo was insane.

“Ryomen’s ancestor’s primary base is in Shibuya. The moment anyone in that city figures out what your last name is you're done for,” Gojo stood up from the floor, “(y/n), I understand this is hard to believe but trust me. You can not go into that city.”

Gojo placed a hand on top of your own, rubbing small circles into your skin with a pad of his thumb, “Okay?”

You exhaled, “Okay.”

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Soft chirps woke you up from your seemingly endless slumber. You groaned loudly and flipped over. Expecting to see a sleeping Sukuna, you were shocked to find his side of the bed empty.

Running a hand over his emptied spot, you frowned slightly at the coldness. He had been gone for a while now.

Sitting up, you rubbed your face with your palms. A slight sting in your brain made you wince. You had a killer headache. Jesus, how much did you drink? You could barely remember waking up in the middle of the night.

Peaking over at Sukuna’s side again, you bit your lip in frustration. He left you alone… again. Your heart throbbed for a second. Only a second, before you realized what you were doing.

Slapping your cheeks, you pulled yourself to your feet and threw on your discarded clothes. If he could act nonchalantly, so could you. In fact, you'd leave without saying anything and pretend it never happened.

Searching high and low for your phone, you smiled brightly when you found it sitting on Sukuna’s kitchen counter.

Battery: 23%

Notifications: 0

Time: 10:04am

You sighed gratefully. You had more than enough time to make it to class. Slipping on your shoes, you flinched when the door handle jingled. Fuck. You should have been faster.

Sukuna’s tatted form stepped through the door holding a small paper bag of groceries. His brows raised at your crouched form, “You're still here?”

You tried not to cringe too much at his harsh words. God Dammit, you really should have been faster.

Standing up, you rubbed your knuckles. “I just woke up. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes before setting down his paper bag, “Sure.”

You clenched your teeth at his openly accusatory comment, “I'm about to go talk with the front desk about my power,” Venom laced your voice, “Wouldn't want to bother my neighbor anymore.”

“No need, I already did.”

You blinked at the larger man. He had his back to you now as he started putting away various items. You noted it was a lot of food for just one person. Although you chalked it up to his greedy nature.

“Why?”

Sukuna scoffed as if it was obvious, “Your lazy ass wouldn't get up. No matter how hard I shook you.”

You cleared your throat, “Thank you. But you really didn't need to.”

Sukuna only grunted in response, paying no attention to you. Growing awkward at the silent treatment you scratched your head, “Well, see you around.”

“Are you going back?”

You halted at Sukuna’s voice, “Ya, I've got somewhere I need to be later on.”

Sukuna hummed, “See you tonight.”

You nodded your head in confusion, “See you.”

You exited Sukuna’s apartment with a bewildered expression.

See you tonight.

Was he possessed? Did Yuuji suddenly grow a foot and take his brother's place? Why the hell was he being so nice??

You paused your thoughts. ‘Nice’ as in actually treating you like another human for once.

Shaking away cluttered thoughts, you were quick to rush to the shower. Unfortunately, the color of your face drained when you realized the water wasn't working. You could punch a hole through the wall.

Rushing to your room, you piled on deodorant and prayed mint gum would hide the scent of day old wine on your breath. You'd have to talk with the front desk. Damn it, you should've just gone instead of Sukuna. What the hell was his problem?

The drive to your anger management classes went a lot better than the start of your morning. It was quick, easy, and predictable. You assumed it was because you finally managed to beat lunch hour traffic.

You felt even better when you realized you were the first person to arrive at the meeting. Even Nanami looked shocked at your sudden appearance.

“Morning, Mr. Kento!” You wildly waved your hand at the blond man.

Nanami shook his head at your antics, “Good morning, Miss (l/n).”

You felt light as a feather as the lesson carried on. Actively participating, answering questions, hell you even threw in a story or two. You weren't the only one pleased with your sudden change in demeanor. You could swear you saw the faintest smile on Nanami’s stoic face.

As all good things do, eventually the lesson comes to a close leaving you alone with Nanami. You smiled at his taller form as he made his way over to you.

“Pretty impressive stuff, huh?”

Nanami rolled his eyes and patted your back, “Thank you, (y/n). Keep it up.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from growing any bigger, “No overtime today?”

“No overtime today,” Nanami paused, “For you at least. Unless you're offering to help?”

You held your hands up, “Actually-”

“Perfect. I have midterms to grade and I've been needing help.”

You cried internally as Nanami led you away from the door and into his office.

This guy-

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You felt utterly drained as you finally made it back to your apartment complex. Nanami had kept you at his office for God knows how long. All you knew is if you ever saw another essay about psychology again you might actually lose it… again.

Banging your head on the side of the elevator, you groaned when you heard a familiar ding. The doors opened slowly revealing a waiting Sukuna. You stared at his form in surprise.

“Are you just going to stand in there or get out, rat?”

Sukuna’s words pulled you from your shock as you glared at his from, “You don’t own the fucking elevator.”

Sukuna’s smirk turned downward as he shoved inside the small metal box with you. You grunted when his shoulder slammed into your own. Catching your fall, you flipped him off.

“Real classy, Pinkie Pie,” Stepping out of the elevator, you hesitated when Sukuna called your name.

“Don’t wear that outfit again. You're prettier than that.”

The metal doors closed on your jaw-dropped expression.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You threw your bag violently at the doors.

Loud cackling slowly disappeared as the elevator descended. You yelled out to no one in particular as you clutched your hair. As tempting as it was to rip out your own hair, you decided against the bald look. You were sure Sukuna would have a field day with a bald (y/n).

Storming to your apartment door, you reached for your key angrily. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep. Though you were quickly reminded of your lack of water by a large pink slip plastered onto your door.

NOTICE! APARTMENT CLOSED DUE TO WATER PIPE BURST. PLEASE CONTACT FRONT DESK FOR MORE INFORMATION.

You had to be fucking kidding.

Slipping your key into the door, you twisted the key wildly. The door remained stagnant as the key rattled inside the door knob. You growled in frustration as you shoved your key in harder. A sickening snap almost made you see red.

Your key broke off in your door. Your door which apparently had its lock changed.

Slamming your fists against the white wood, you swore obscenities you weren't even sure were real words. The door creaked pitifully as you tried to force your way in.

Finally stopping your assault on your door, you placed your forehead against the wood. Ragged breath escaped your mouth in random patterns as you slowly tried to calm yourself.

What the hell were you going to do? All your shit was in there. Could they even do this? You'd have to ask Nanami about a possible lawsuit.

Spinning on your heel, you slid down the wood and hid your face in your knees. How could this day get any worse.

“What are you doing?”

Oh right, it can.

Lifting your head from your legs, you glared at Sukuna. He stood above your small frame with an apathetic expression as he held a newly acquired take-out bag.

You pointed to your door with your thumb, “Don’t you know how to read?”

Sukuna hummed and snatched the pink slip off your door. A dark laughter erupted from his throat at the italicized print.

“Pipe burst, huh?” Sukuna rubbed his chin, “What did you shit too much or something?”

You watched Sukuna from below. His words seemed more to himself than to you.

“No, fuckhead.”

Dragging yourself up from the floor, you rubbed your back, “They didn't send me any notice or warning. This has to be illegal!”

Sukuna shoved the pink slip into your chest, “Illegal or not you're shit out of luck.” His eyes glanced behind you before he whistled, “Even broke your key. That's coming out of your deposit.”

You cluthced the pink slip and crumpled it, “This isn’t a fucking joke.”

Sukuna scoffed, “Figure that out all by yourself, rat?”

Your hand clenched into a first involuntarily. It would be so easy to hurt him right now. Make him feel how you feel. Sukuna watched your form with mild amusement, clearly interested in your next move.

Out of the blue, Nanami’s face flashed behind your eyes. You stopped yourself. You promised Nanami you were better than this. Unclenching your fist you sighed, “Forget it.”

You noted how Sukuna’s face dropped. His expression held an underlying disappointment. Did he want you to hit him again?

Sukuna mumbled under his breath, “I guess you're still not ready yet.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What?”

Sukuna shook his head, “Nothing. Come on.”

He waved a hand to follow him to his apartment.

“Where are we going?”

Sukuna gave you a look, “You're more than welcome to sleep in the hallway.”

You rolled your eyes and followed after his retreating form, “Thank you kindly, neighbor.”

What the hell was this? Five Nights At Sukuna’s?

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reverse1999fics · 30 days

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Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

TAG-LIST: @lxkeee @moonieper @sle3pyh3ad2 @gomib0 @mixplara @ica1

FEMALE VERSION HERE

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Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

You were a ragdoll.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

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