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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - Lu-Lu Land

A/N - Alright bitches, guess who's back. I'm still not posting regularly, but I'm trying to get back into my creative pursuits. My family is financially fucked, but there's some stuff in the air and while they thanked me for trying to help, they didn't want to bother others with the Gofundme, so that's why that was down. I lost 2 nannas in a month so double funerals which was a reverse-bop, but fuck it, I'm going to be happy damn it! Anyway, the reason this is continuing is cos I got a comment on this story that was hella supportive and like a few hundred words at least. What do we keep telling you? Compliment our asses, reblog and comment and we authors ar like labradors. I'm a praise whore!

All this to say, thank you for the emotional support, you've all been amazing and very patient and kind. All right, let's fucking do this!

Warnings - None

Rating - T

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN / NON-BINARY VERSION HERE

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Lucifer paced back and forth, his eyes wandering to the clock on the mantle, over to the open veranda doors, then upwards to the very Heavens and back. You watched him feeling fidgety by extension. By now Charlie and Vaggie were in Heaven and would be till the next night and you could tell that Lucifer was worried. Heaven had disavowed him. He didn’t want the same to happen to his daughter.

You glanced at the clock. If the portal had been on time then Vaggie and Charlie would have been in Heaven for less than ten minutes but Lucifer’s pacing made it feel like an eternity. There was no way you could take this all day.

You approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you affronted, and then his expression softened though the worry never left his eyes. Ever since your night away and the tale of your death, he had been a lot softer to you, some part of him worrying that you might leave and not come back.

“It’s going to be okay, Lucifer,” You told him assuredly. “We have to believe in Charlie.”

Lucifer glanced at your wrists. Your stitches showed atop human skin, part of your true ragdoll form. You were worried too then.

You followed his gaze and made a conscious effort to go back to being human. The stitches faded away. Lucifer wanted to say that you didn’t have to hide them for him, but he was still thinking about his baby girl up in heaven… with those- those angels!

“Hey,” You said softly, re-capturing his attention. “Not every Angel is bad, okay?”

“I know,” He admitted. “but what if-”

“Don’t think about what ifs. You’ll only spiral.”

Spiral? Ha, that was a joke. Lucifer had been spiralling for seven years, trapped in a nightmare pit of his worries and concerns. This was just the latest curveball to ruin his life.

You could see Lucifer was over-thinking, so you got up and retrieved his coat which had been left folded over an armchair the previous night.

You threw it to him, “Come on, we’re going out.”

Lucifer stared at the coat in his hands, “What? I don’t want-”

“Tough. I’m not watching you pace all day. A distraction will do you good, and you don’t leave the house nearly enough. Come on, let’s go,” You opened the door and looked at him expectantly. He stared up at Heaven once more, weighing up his options.

“Look, if you don’t trust in me, at least believe in Charlie. She wouldn’t want you waiting and worrying like this. So, what’ll it be, stay here and torture yourself, or at least try to make the best of things out there?” Lucifer balled up his fists, crushing the fabric in his hands. “Okay,” He said after a minute. “I’m coming.”

Lucifer’s face crinkled, his mouth hanging open in confusion as he stared up at the open gates of the rip-off theme park Lu-Lu Land.

You beamed next to him, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Ready to go in?” You asked him, grabbing his hand and tugging his sleeve excitedly.

“Why are we here?” Lucifer asked, thinking of Mammon and how this was exactly the kind of lazy, underhanded tactic he would use to fleece money out of sinners who mistook Lu-Lu Land for Lucifer’s own Lu-Lu World.

“Look, I know it’s your theme park and you might find it boring, but I’ve never been here before, so can you at least pretend to be happy?”

Lucifer’s gaze travelled to one of the giant posters that lined the entrance. It showed an unsettling copy of his theme park’s apple mascot, the writing beneath which read, ‘MEET AMAZING CHARACTERS, SURE TO MAKE MEMORIES.’

Far underneath in tiny writing that almost faded into the mascot’s white shoes was a caveat, barely readable, ‘* In no way to be mistaken with our competitors at Lu-Lu World.’

Glancing back at you, Lucifer couldn’t help smiling and holding back a laugh simultaneously. Sometimes, it was easy to forget you hadn’t been in Hell long. Clearly, nobody had explained the difference to you about the two parks that existed. Well, why not go into the dilapidated park that couldn’t hold a candle to Lucifer’s own. It would be entertaining at least to see what shortcomings it had.

With that, Lucifer followed you into the park, keeping a steady pace while you rushed between the game stalls. Shoot the Targets, Hook an Imp, Balloon Splash; it was all common carnival stuff, and all clearly rigged.

You didn’t seem to care as you slammed some money down on a table, throwing balls at cans that had obviously been glued down. The vendor laughed at your misfortune, trying to goad you into spending more money with practised insults that didn’t bother you much. Still, you put down more money, trying again just for the fun of it.

“C’mon Lucifer, you’ve gotta try this!” You waved him over, offering him a ball.

At the sight of Hell’s ruler, the carnie running the stall paled. Lucifer was never supposed to come to the dingy little park. He never went anywhere!

The imp smiled nervously and hurriedly held out a prize, from the top shelf to the two of you.

“But we didn’t win…” You said confusedly.

“Didn’t win?” The imp repeated as if he didn’t understand your question. You and Lucifer were together, so obviously you had to win. The King of Hell could not lose, nor could his date. If Mammon heard Lucifer was there and didn’t win the rigged games, all the employees would be in for it.

The carnie slammed his elbow backwards forcing the cans to tip from the pedestal, still in a perfectly-glued pyramid as they fell. “Looks like a winner to me, here’s your prize!”

He shoved the teddy at Lucifer who stared at it bemusedly. It was almost an exact copy of his cuddly apple mascot, but decidedly creepier, and much cheaper. Lucifer held it out to you, not caring for it.

You beamed and hugged it, “Aww, it’s so cute! I’m going to call him Aloisios P. McCoy, Apple Esquire of the Fruit Kingdom, but for short, Ally.”

Lucifer smiled at your eccentrics. You truly didn’t care that the games were rigged, that the carnie was bribing you to keep you happy, or that the pathetic excuse for a carnival was just a big hideous money trap; you just wanted to let loose and have some fun. Lucifer found that he had to admire that.

As you ran from ride to ride, dragging Lucifer into the non-existent queues and only waiting for the rides to hurriedly be fixed, his mind travelled back a few hundred years before when he first opened his theme park.

It had been a gift for Lilith. He thought that it would impress her to see all the work he had put into making something fun and pure that everyone could enjoy, and he had run around as eagerly as you were now, showing his wife all the fun attractions. Lilith praised him demurely, but as usual, she was so regal and poised; above such childish things as carnivals.

Yet, Lucifer continued to improve the passion project, expanding it for his growing family. There was a gorgeous duck ride that he had made especially for Charlie and he took her on it repeatedly, holding her proudly on his knees as they went through the tunnels full of bright animals that practically came to life when the boat got near them.

“Oh, look at that! Can we go on it?” You asked, dragging Lucifer back to the present as you pointed to a very similar boat ride to the one he was thinking of. Above the ride was a broken neon sign that was supposed to say “Tunnel of Wonders” but instead read T__el of ___der_.

“Okay,” Lucifer agreed as enthusiastically as he could manage. Part of his mind was still on Charlie but he allowed himself to be semi-distracted, even if this rip-off of a ride was bound to remind him of his baby girl.

The two of you got on the ride and you shook with excitement as the boat slowly started down the water track, the two of you sitting in a giant goose, much more menacing than the original soft-yellow ducky boats in Lu-Lu World.

Mammon’s voice came over the speaker as a recording to endorse his ride, “Thank you, faithful customers, for paying for this ride, and if you didn’t pay for it, fuck off, you stupid cunts!”

Mammon coughed and got back to his spiel, presumably trying to sound calm, though his rough nature only served to make him sound crass and cheap as the boat entered a dark tunnel.

“Welcome to the Tunnel of Wonders. Here, you can enjoy all sorts of good shit, and if you go to the gift shop, you can spend your hard-earned dollary-doos on a plush of me, your host Mammon, or invest in one of our Robo-Fizzarollies, lots of fun for the whole family, or for you sick freaks that want Fizzi’s private attention.”

“Anyway, to the Tunnel of Wonders, and what is more wonderous then, I dunno, love or some shit? Yeah, turn up the romance and fuck in the boats or whatever, Mammon out!”

The tunnel lights flipped on, turning it from black to pink and you looked around to find that you were surrounded by hearts and tiny cupids made in the likeness of Asmodeus, the patron Sin of Lust.

When you first met Lucifer, such a mistake might have made you embarrassed, but as you looked around the love boat ride, with its overly camp music and gaudy imagery of romance, you laughed instead. Lucifer laughed with you, enjoying the error for what it was.

“This- This is terrible,” Lucifer chuckled.

“Right?” You agreed, bumping into his shoulder. “Who made this?”

“Not me,” Lucifer held up his hands in mock surrender. “This isn’t even my park.”

“What? Yes, it is. I saw it on TV.”

“Nope, sorry, my park is Lu-Lu World.”

Realisation dawned on your face. Like many theme parks in the human realm which were laughable copies of bigger enterprises, this too was a cheap knockoff that you had mistaken.

“That explains a few things.”

“Yeah, like that creepy doll,” Lucifer pointed at the evil apple plush by your side.

You picked it up, hugging it defensively, “Hey, Aloisios P. McCoy, Apple Esquire of the Fruit Kingdom is offended by your insult. Apologise to him.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes but did as you asked, “I’m so sorry to have offended you, good apple, Sir.”

“Now shake his hand and makeup,” You demanded, holding the apple’s hand in the air.

Lucifer chortled and brought his hand up to shake the plushie’s. His fingertips brushed against yours and he felt a spark of connection. Sometimes, you reminded him of Charlie, eager to please and befriend others and so full of life and kindness that he hadn’t imagined capable of any Sinner. Yet, there was more to you than that. A fiery passion and a stubborn streak that was hard to rival.

He looked at you for a long time and you smiled awkwardly, holding the teddy in your lap and wondering what he was thinking, though his look wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” Lucifer said sincerely.

You didn’t have to ask him what he meant. He was grateful for the distraction from his worries, and also for a friend if you had to speculate further.

“You’re welcome.”

The ride juddered to a halt and Mammon’s voice stuttered to life over the speaker, “The ride has broken down, sit tight while my guys deal with it, and don’t try to fucking sue us! You won’t fucking win, you ungrateful shits. Mammon out!”

“Well, I guess we’re stuck here for a while,” Lucifer stated, wondering how long he could handle the overly chipper music and tacky decorations.

“Yep,” You agreed, “But it’s not so bad.” You placed your hand over his and Lucifer glanced down somewhat surprised. He looked up at you, finding that your attention was solely on your surroundings and he relaxed a bit. It wasn’t anything sinister, you were simply holding his hand. A friend when he desperately needed one.

It was late when the two of you returned to the manner, having just watched the fireworks display which was the one thing that actually worked in the theme park. Though, the fireworks had been made to spell out not-so-subtle messages, like ‘Spend money, cunts!’ or images of dollar signs, and sponsors from V-Tech.

“Care for a drink?” Lucifer asked, throwing his jacket over the back of the armchair in the usual parlour as you slumped on the sofa opposite.

“Sure, a drink would be nice.”

Lucifer headed to the drinks cart, pouring a bourbon for himself and a wine for you. His hands stilled as he held your glass. He hadn’t meant to but he had filled Lilith’s goblet instead of one of the guest glasses and he had paired it with her favourite drink, something which he had never offered to anyone else. His hands shook and he spilled the drink onto the tray.

“Oh,” You noticed his mistake and got up, “Would you like help cleaning that up?”

Lucifer schooled his expression into a forced smile even though he wasn’t facing you and took on the tone that you knew to be fake happiness, “No, nope! Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it all under control!”

“Hey,” You approached him, placing your hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay to be upset. I know you have some things to work through and-”

“Dad…” Charlie’s voice came from the doorway.

“Charlie!” Lucifer cried out excitedly, turning to his daughter, then freezing when he saw her expression and the tears in her eyes. She was home early, and upset! “What did they do to you?” He growled, hating Heaven more than ever.

Charlie broke down into tears and ran to hug her father. While you also wanted to know what had happened, you felt like an intruder watching such a tender moment. Charlie needed her dad, and when she was ready, she would tell you what happened. You excused yourself from the room, leaving the Manor so the pair could talk privately and made your way to the Hazbin Hotel so that you might at least get some answers from Vaggie.

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