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heart-of-the-morningstar · 2 days

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Brand New One Shot - First Preview

It’s time for a new one shot! I promise I will finish “Dress Up” in the very near future but I wanted to get a jumpstart on this! No active warnings for this preview, but there is a very very subtle hint to something naughty if you squint lol

You remember first meeting the King of Hell on the day you checked yourself into the Hazbin Hotel. And you remember thinking that Lucifer looked nothing like you had pictured. Of course he was beautiful, that wasn’t shocking, but he was so…unimposing. Not only that, he was kind, albeit a bit dorky as well. Not that it was off putting to you, it was endearing if anything!

Although, you hadn’t spoken to him all that much since the time you’d moved in. Lucifer seemed so nonchalant and relaxed with everyone else in the hotel, save for Alastor, who you noticed always managed to get under the fallen angel’s skin one way or another. Even you knew the radio demon was playing with fire; probably wasn’t the smartest idea to piss off the most powerful being in Hell. Regardless, how he acted around you was a little odd to say the least. It seemed like Lucifer was always trying to avoid you for some unknown reason. Did he not like you?

When you had first spoken to him all those month ago, you could tell he was tense. He rambled, a lot. And he somehow managed to fumble every other word that left his mouth. He quickly left after your initial meet, and ever since then it was nearly impossible to get in more than five words at a time. He had an impossibly perfect disappearing act, what with his portaging abilities. One time you greeted him from across the lobby and his only response was “O-Oh! H-Hey you! Uhh, I just, umm…welp, gotta run!” and took off before you could even say goodbye. Truly bizarre.

You eventually went to Charlie, telling her that her dad was seemingly very distant towards you. “Oh, don’t worry about that!” Charlie explained. “He’s a pretty busy guy, so he’s usually popping in and out of here pretty frequently. And he’s told me on multiple occasions that he’s glad you joined the hotel! He can come off as a bit scatterbrained, but rest assured he’s more than happy to have you here! And so am I!”

You smiled and thanked her. From the few months that you’ve known her, Charlie was never one to lie, so you decided to take her words at face value. For now, at least. For some reason, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with Lucifer. You needed to find out.

A few nights had passed and you found yourself wandering through the lobby. It was late, way later than you should be awake. Even Husk was asleep, the bar sat devoid of any life. It was difficult to sleep most night, you were still grappling with the fact that you were, in fact, in Hell. You thought you were a decent person in life. Never religious but you tried your best to while you were alive. But that didn’t seem to matter. Perhaps you should have attended church with your family more often, or donated to more charities, or not cut that one person off at that traffic light. Laying awake in your bed wasn’t helping these thoughts, but getting up and walking around usually helped just a tad.

You glanced over to the fire place, noticing the flames dancing against the walls. That was strange, considering no one ever used the fire place, or at least not that you’ve seen. But then you noticed one of the large chairs in front of it wasn’t empty. A white sleeve laid across the arm rest. You walked over out of pure curiosity, just to see who was awake at this ungodly hour like you. You craned your neck to see Lucifer sitting there frozen, his head down and eyes closed with his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked troubled. Before you could speak up, you heard him mumble under his breath.

“What the hell am I going to do…”

Worried, you outstretched your hand, but stopped short of touching his arm. “Sir?”

Lucifer’s eyes shot open instantly, turning his head to see you towering over him. He leapt from his chair completely startled and began stumbling backwards towards the fire pit.

“Watch out!” you warned, gripping his hand and pulling him towards you. Lucifer held his breath, trying to process what just happened. His head ended up flush against your chest, your face now feeling as hot as the flames in the pit. You let go of his hand and stepped away from him as fast as you could. Lucifer remained motionless. “I-I’m so sorry, your majesty! I didn’t mean for you to…I’m sorry!”

You finally heard Lucifer exhale. He stood up straight and fixed his wrinkled jacket, making every effort to not look you in the eyes.

“It’s alright, m-my dear,” he spoke softly, “no harm done. A-And please, call me Lucifer.”

“Okay. Lucifer,” you started, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I saw you over here and I heard what you said and…is everything alright?”

Lucifer was tense again. You noticed him clench his fists. “How much did you hear?”

“Not much,” you admitted. “you just sounded worried about something.”

The king let out a sigh, letting his hands relax. “Thank you for your concern, I-I appreciate it. It’s nothing…nothing that you need to trouble yourself with. It’ll be fine.” Lucifer waved his hand, a portal now swirling open behind him, leading to his bedroom. “I think we should both get some sleep now. And t-thank you for catching me. Although, fire can’t harm me…b-but I appreciate the rescue nonetheless!” He was about to step through the portal when you caught his hand once more.

“Wait,” you said quietly. Lucifer looked down at the ground, still refusing to meet your gaze. You frowned. “Sir-I mean Lucifer…I wanted to ask you something. I need to know.” You felt his hand squeeze yours; he was tense again. “I-I’ve been feeling like I’m not welcome here by you.” Lucifer finally lifted his head, his eyes almost piercing your soul. He looked distraught at your words. You never noticed how beautiful his eyes truly were, the soft yellow complimented his pure white skin nicely. You blushed slightly, but shook your head and tried to remember what you were saying. “I-I just mean, you seem to avoid me every time I’m near. If I’ve done something to upset you, I’m very sorry. And if you’d rather I’d not stay here, then…”

“NO!” he shouted, now gripping your hand with both of his. “I-I mean, no. You haven’t done anything wrong! Please…Please don’t leave. I should be the one apologizing if that’s truly how you’ve been feeling. I never want you to feel unwelcome here, especially not from me. It…It’s just that…I…” Before he could finish his explanation, his eyes dropped for just a split second before returning to yours. His gaze had somehow shifted into a more panicked expression. He let go of your hands immediately and stepped through his portal in a hurry. “I-I have to go, I’m sorry!” You couldn’t get another word out before his portal disappeared from view.

You stood alone in the parlor, alone and confused. The fire had died out, and you felt a shiver down your spine at the realization of how cold it had gotten without it. But you couldn’t let the conversation end there. You needed to know what was going on with him. You wouldn’t sleep until you did. Luckily, Lucifer’s room at the hotel was very easy to find.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #my writing #preview #oh where could this be leading :)#if you know the prompt this was based on you know exactly where it’s leading haha

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tamsoj · 3 months

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Charles Bukowski, "assault," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

#charles bukowski #bukowski #what matters most is how well you walk through the fire #poetry #lit #literature

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quotespile · 1 year

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I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

#literature #quotes #Charles Bukowski #What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire #quote #books #lit

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daweyt · 7 months

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— Charles Bukowski, from “What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire: ‘no title'”, published c. 1999.

#Charles Bukowski #What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire #American Literature #Quotes #Poetry #lit

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stavroginas · 1 year

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charles bukowski, what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

#charles bukowski #poetry #quotes #what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

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gospocki · 12 days

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por toda la ciudad 🚟

#gospodinmangup1001 #live through this #play through #what matters most is how well you walk through the fire #through city #random #minimalism #35mm photography #35mm film #35mm

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cruelmiracles · 30 days

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we liked the priest because once we saw him buy an icecream cone we were 9 years old then and when I went to my best friend's house his mother was usually drinking with his father they left the screen door open and listened to music on the radio is mother sometimes had her dress pulled high and her legs excitedme made me nervous and afraid but excited somehow by those black polished shoes and those nylons— even though she had buck teeth and a very plain face.

when we were ten his father shot and killed himself with a bullet through the head but my best friend and his mother went on living in that house and I used to see his mother going up the hill to the market with her shopping bag and I'd walk along beside her quite conscious of her legs and her hips and her behind the way they all moved together and she always spoke nicely to me and her son and I went to church and confession together and the priest lived in a cottage behind the church and a fat kind lade was always there with him when we went to visit and everything seemed warm and comfortable then in 1930 because I didn't know that there was a worldwide depression and that madness and sorrow and fear were almost everywhere.

Charles Bukowski ǁ “legs, hips and behind.” what matters most is how well you walk through the fire (1999)

#charles bukowski #legs hips and behind #what matters most is how well you walk through the fire #bookshelf #quotes #poem #fav

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moonchild-in-blue · 6 months

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you are alone with now.

begin.

the day flings itself upon

you.

- "this moment", in what matter most is how well you walk through the fire, Charles Bukowski

#one of my absolute bukowski favourites #bukowksi #charles bukowski #bukowski poetry #poetry #what matters most is how well you walk through the fire #special pocket post

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eternal--returned · 18 days

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down in New Orleans this young pretty girl showed me a room for rent and it was dark in there and we stood very close and as we stood there she said, "the room is $4.50 a week." and I said, "I usually pay $3.50." as we stood there in the dark I decided to pay her $4.50 because maybe I'd see her in the hall once in a while and I could not understand then why women had to be like she was they always waited for you to give a sign to make the first move and I said, "I'll take the room," and I gave her the money although I could see that the sheets were dirty and the bed wasn't made bit I was young and a virgin, frightened and confused and I gave her the money and she closed the door behind her and there was no toilet and no sink and no window. the room was damp with suicide and death and I undressed and lay down on the bed and I lived there a week and I saw many other people in the hall old drunks people on relief crazy people good young people dull old people but I never saw her again.

finally I moved around the corner to a new place for $3.50 a week run by another female a 75-year-old religious maniac with bad eyes and a limp and we didn't have any trouble at all

and there was a sink and a window in the room.

Charles Bukowski ֍ "the pretty girl who rented rooms." what matters most is how well you walk through the fire (1999)

#charles bukowski #the pretty girl who rented rooms #what matters most is how well you walk through the fire #bookshelf #quotes #poem #femina

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thefallofarebelangel · 1 month

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