#guitarspear fic

[deadgirlwalking91]

new update - 'Thank You for the Venom', chapter 4 🎸 🗡️

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter 4 Summary

After a hard day, all Lute wants to do is relax in the bath. Alone.

Adam, however, has other plans.

Author's note:

I have a super cool announcement to make - I now have a beta reader! And not just any old beta - she is none other than the most incredible, incomprehensibly talented @branded-rose! She deserves the utmost thanks for being my sounding board, fellow head-canon theoriser, hype gal and all-round legend. Also, if you aren't familiar with her work, close this tab right now and go check her art and accompanying mini-fics out!

I have had the MOST fun writing this chapter. The concept for it has undergone a few transformations in my mind, and I'm glad it's ended up where it has. I hope you all enjoy reading it!

As always, thank you for the comments, likes, reblogs, inboxes and for reading this silly little story <3

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Lute’s Apartment, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

Lute hated being injured.

It wasn’t necessarily the feeling of being in pain that she couldn’t stand. On the contrary, she welcomed the tenderness of every bruise, the sting of every laceration – hell, the dull, aching throb of every broken bone that had been inflicted upon her over her years as an Exorcist. Pain meant she had no hesitations in putting her body on the line; she was renowned, after all, for her reputation as an unrelenting, unstoppable, balls-to-the-wall killing machine.

Her body was heavily adorned with the scars as proof of her status; hundreds of faded gold marks of varying sizes were flecked upon her otherwise pale skin. Each healed wound beheld a gory reminder of her battles and triumphs.

No, what irked Lute was the unwanted attention that she attracted whenever she sustained an injury. Thankfully, due to her recent refocus on physical conditioning, there were no weapons being handled and therefore, there should have been minimal opportunity for anybody to come into harm’s way under her guidance.

There was just one variable that Lute hadn’t accounted for: her dickhead boss.

What the fuck had Adam been thinking, tackling her so suddenly during that afternoon’s training session? One minute, she’d been pointing out common weak spots to hit on a Sinner’s body to expose their vulnerabilities, and then the next she’d unexpectedly been crushed by him. Her right hip and lower back had taken the brunt of the fall as he’d grabbed her around the torso, pinned her arms against her body and drove her into the floor with a force so great she’d been winded before she hit the deck.

Then, her sisters had shrieked, screamed – there may have even been one who cried, there usually was when someone hurt themselves – and crowded around her as she lay on the hardwood floor, dazed, confused and completely smothered by Adam’s considerably larger frame.

“Get off her, Sir, she’s not breathing!”

“I-is…is she dead?”

“Lieutenant, are you alright?!”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Commander?! What the fuck was that?!” Thank God for Vaggie, who had elbowed her way to the front of the gaggling group and stood, hands on hips, glaring at the angel who lay atop her friend.

“Out of line, Vagina,” he had drawled lazily, finally pulling himself up to a standing position. “You owe me burpees for that.”

“I don’t owe you a thing after the bullshit you just pulled,” she’d snapped back, helping Lute stand to her feet. “Ladies, back up, she’s coming through.”

“Thanks,” Lute had managed to grunt, shuffling away from the crowd as quickly as she could so they couldn’t see the golden flush of humiliation that had started to warm her cheeks. There was only one thing that she hated more than being injured, and that was being embarrassed.

Luckily, the colour of her face had returned to normal by the time she’d knocked on Sera’s door to report that training had been cancelled for the rest of the day. She’d even come up with the perfect excuse: the Exorcists had made such remarkable progress with their strength training she was giving them the rest of the afternoon off as a reward while she made some adjustments to their schedule.

Too bad her hip and lower back had started burning by that point – not to mention the feathers of her wings were incredibly ruffled, a dead giveaway that she’d been involved in some kind of mishap. Sera, astute as ever, noticed her limp and disgruntled appearance and had demanded to know what had happened. And it wasn’t like Lute could lie to the Head Seraphim.

At least, not off the cuff.

And so, she found herself fumbling for her key outside her apartment door, ordered to rest up for the evening lest her injuries worsened.

Oh, she was going to rest up, alright. Today’s events called for a bath so damn hot her skin would burn brighter than the surface of the sun, a glass of wine in one hand and steamy novel in another. She’d slip beneath the bubbles of her bath and into the pages of her book, with zero plans to re-enter reality for at least three – no, maybe four hours.

At last, she felt her apartment key in bottom of her bag. Sighing in relief as she entered her immaculate personal sanctuary, she softly pushed the front door back towards its frame without looking, kicking her trainers off as soon she was fully inside. Hanging her bag onto a hook in her entryway, she made a beeline for her small kitchen – specifically, for a bottle of red wine she knew she’d had stashed away at the bottom of her pantry for emergencies and unexpected visits from Vaggie.

After the day she’d had, this was absolutely classified as an emergency.

Ignoring the burn that seemed to now consume most of her lower body, Lute located a wine glass and unscrewed the lid of the bottle, pausing to take a long swig directly from it before filling her glass.

Classy.

Sipping her drink from its intended vessel, she plucked a candle off her coffee table and wandered into her bathroom to start preparing for her date with her bathtub.

As Lute sat her glass and candle onto the counter, she caught her reflection in the mirror. God, she looked like she’d had a day – though, to be fair, she’d had the absolute wind knocked out of her only a few hours earlier. Her platinum hair, half of which had been twisted into a small knot on top of her head, had loose strands starting to fall around her face. The bun was askew, leaning more towards the right and threatening to unravel any minute. If her little altercation hadn’t been so public, it wouldn’t be so farfetched for one to imagine she’d been sandwiched between her boss and the floor for a different reason.

Snorting in disgust to herself at the mental image she’d painted, she released her topknot and leant down to turn on the bath mixer, nudging the lever closer to the right until the water temperature was practically scalding. Perfection. She plugged the bath and turned her attention to the unlit candle.

She’d forgotten the lighter. Dammit. She walked gingerly back out into her living area, peeling her crop top up and off over her head, letting it fall to the floor somewhere near the bench of her kitchen, her socks following. Usually, she’d never allow herself to leave stray items of clothing around her apartment, but she was so hyper focused on getting into her bath she was willing to break her own rules - just this once. Besides, she’d tidy up before bedtime anyhow.

After she grabbed the lighter from an overhead cabinet that was just out of reach, requiring a little assistance from her wings, she set back to the bathroom to light her candle. The calming combination of rose geranium, bergamot and patchouli filled her bathroom almost instantaneously; the smell reminded her of the one and only time she’d allowed Vaggie to drag her to a day spa for a massage and to get her wings preened.

It was a one-time event because, as it turned out, strangers touching her body made her skin crawl and she couldn’t bring herself to relax, even if the aim was to help relieve years of built-up tension, stress and physical exertion. Getting her wings preened was even worse; the therapist kept running her fingers through all her sensitive spots, which made Lute squirm uncomfortably throughout the entire session. Neither experience was what she would call enjoyable.

The only good thing to come out of that disaster was the candle she’d purchased to reassure Vaggie the day hadn’t totally sucked.

She took another sip of wine and looked back in the mirror, turning to see if she could see any obvious signs of bruising on her body. She pulled the waistband of her leggings down for a better look – ah, there it was, a familiar dark orange patch beginning to bloom directly over her right hip. She leant forward to inspect it further – that was going to be ugly tomorrow – and a repetitive, robotic tune sung from her pocket, breaking her concentration. Probably Vaggie checking in on her, bless her.

Lute dug her hand into her pocket and retrieved her phone, frowning as she checked the caller ID.

Commander Adam.

“Absolutely not.” She hit the red decline button and padded out to her lounge, where she turned her phone off and tossed it onto her couch. Bath time had a strict no-phone policy, and Adam had already ruined enough of her day – she didn’t need him encroaching on her night, too. She shimmied her leggings down her lower half, resting against the arm of her couch to support her body as she bent over and tugged the end of them off her feet.

Clad only in her underwear now – a practical, black, seam-free thong ideal for wearing under workout clothes – Lute headed into her bedroom, where she grabbed the book she was currently reading from her nightstand, closing the door as she turned towards the bathroom. Pausing in the hall to rid herself of her last item of clothing, entered the bathroom, fully naked, shutting the door firmly behind her.

The bath was now full and inviting, bubbles threatening to spill over the edge and onto the white tiled floor, steam visibly rising from its depths and dissipating somewhere just short of the ceiling. Grinning in anticipation, Lute shut the mixer off and turned off the light switch, the flickering flame of the candle providing the only source of light – just enough for her to be able to read. Grabbing her book, she stepped into the hot water, allowing the heat to envelop her completely as she slid down into its warmth, tucking her wings comfortably against her sides.

Sighing contentedly to herself, she opened her paperback up to where she’d dog-eared her page and allowed herself to be fully consumed by the words between the well-loved cover, banishing any thoughts, any feelings, any pain that had arisen from her day out of her mind.

What she was blissfully unaware of was that she hadn’t closed her front door properly.

Or that she’d missed two calls, a voicemail and a text message from her boss.

And that he was on a frantic mission to try and find her.

Right now.

Adam and Lute’s Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

“You’ve reached Lute. Leave me a message if it’s important.”

“What is the point of having a damn lieutenant,” Adam growled to himself furiously, “if she doesn’t answer her fucking phone when I need her to!” Huffing impatiently, he threw his phone onto his cluttered desk, knocking a ball made entirely of rubber bands onto the floor. Women were always on their phones, why was this one any different?

Because her sole purpose in life is to make everything difficult.

He glowered in the direction of Lute’s spotless desk. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t of approached Sera with her shitty statistics and stupid proposal, he wouldn’t be facing the prospect of a pointless life in less than a year’s time. Sera would have just let Extermination Day continue as it was, and things would stay the same. Stay normal.

And now, he had to figure out a way to coexist peacefully with the she-devil. Pretend to support her ideas. Not lump his paperwork on her. Make small talk with her.

Fuck his life.

“Ribs or wings?” He asked the empty chair. He figured he may as well sound out some practice questions in preparation. “Actually neither, you’d be the type to survive on gross shit like protein shakes and probably don’t know what real food tastes like. Alright…” he cleared his throat. “Uh, what was the last movie that made you laugh? Nah, that one’s dumb, I don’t think you’ve been programmed to laugh or understand humour.” He groaned. “Last one, because I’m starting to feel like a dickhead. Most fuckable member of a band…go!”

Silence.

Adam narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, you would pick the drummer,” he grumbled, standing up. He reached for his phone and tried calling Lute again. Bitch better pick up, or he’d search every nook and cranny of this complex for her. And once he found her, she’d have hell to pay. Screw the idea of a truce, she was pissing him off now.

“You’ve reached Lute. Leave me a message if it’s important.”

Beep.

“Fucks sake, Lieutenant, pick up your phone!” He hissed. Instead of locking the phone after hanging up, he hit the message icon instead and tapped out a quick text, tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.

Adam: Lt. Call me. That’s an order!!!

He shoved the phone into his pocket and sighed, puffing his cheeks out. Dammit, he really had no other choice but to find her.

If I were her, where would I spend my spare time? No – it could take hours trying to find her. I need a workaround. Someone who would know where she lives.

Adam grinned maniacally, inspiration suddenly kicking in.

“I’m a ge-ni-us,” he sang to himself, taking his phone out once more and tapping on a contact.

“Hello, Adam. Have you calmed down?”

“Me? Pfft. Don’t worry about me Sera, I’m so fine. I’m calling because I really want to apologise to Lute, but she’s not answering her phone. Do you have her apartment number so I can drop by to check on her?” He balled his hand into a fist near his crotch and made an obscene gesture. Check on her, his ass.

Silence.

“Adam.”

“Sera.”

“If I do this in good faith,” her voice was dangerously cool on the other end of the phone, “and I find out that you’ve misused the information I’ve given you, there will be consequences. Understood?”

“Crystal, boss.”

“Her apartment number is 583. I mean it Adam, one more incident from you and I-”

“SweetkaythanksSeraloveyoubossbye!” He quickly hung up the phone before Sera could finish her sentence. He’d deal with the inevitable lecture he’d get for hanging up on her later.

He had a lieutenant to hunt down.

Apartment Block, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

It wasn’t often that Adam found himself in a situation that required him to make a mental pros and cons list.

However, Lute had left him in quite the predicament: her apartment door was slightly ajar. Which meant he was likely to find her in there: big pro.

He was also likely to find her in a more hostile state than usual, given the events that had transpired earlier that day: big con.

But, if he went in, he’d be able to propose a truce, which would help ensure the success of the next Extermination: bigger pro.

Also, he could twist his pitch to emphasise that it would make her job easier: another big pro.

Fuck it, that was all the evidence he needed. He was getting impatient. He nudged the door open, expecting a response from inside. Nothing.

“Lieutenant?” Adam called, pushing the door open further and poking his head inside. “You home?”

No answer.

He frowned as he fully entered the apartment, observing the immaculate home in front of him. His colleague lived a truly minimalistic lifestyle – he found it borderline depressing, really. A small TV, two-seater couch and coffee table were all that occupied her living room. No decorative clutter. No prints on the walls. No photos of friends. Clothes on the floor.

He did a double take. Clothes on the floor?!

That… he hadn’t been expecting. Then again, he didn’t take Lute as the type to leave her front door unlocked and open when she was nowhere to be seen.

He strode forward, trying to get his bearings around her apartment based on the trail of her clothes. Crop and socks by the kitchen counter to his left. He walked past the discarded pants next to the couch on his right. A dead end with two closed doors and…something scrunched up on the floor? He bent to take a closer look and bolted upright once he realised what it was.

Her underwear.

Dismayed, he blinked repeatedly at the offending item of clothing on the floor in front of him. This surely had to be some kind of fucked-up fever dream. Because if somebody had told him that during his search for his second-in-command that he’d find himself staring down at her underwear on the floor, he would have thrown them down into the pits of Hell himself.

“Sera must have put some kind of curse on me with her four hundred weird eyes,” he muttered. “This is too messed up to be real.” He took a wide berth, desperate to avoid the offending undergarment, and found himself directly in front of one door, with another to his left. Both were closed.

He tentatively opened the door in front of him, hoping to catch her in bed, asleep. Where else could she possibly be? He knew he’d likely pay for it – she wasn’t likely to enjoy being woken up, least of all by him – but it’d be worth it just to see the sheer panic that would likely cross her face for a brief second before she went off the rails.

However, nothing could have prepared Adam for what was behind that door.

Because, he’d found his lieutenant, alright. In the bathtub, her body illuminated only by candlelight.

Naked.

Adam looked down at her, his eyes widening in horror. Oh no. No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. This was meant to be her bedroom, she was supposed to be asleep and she definitely wasn’t supposed to be fucking NAKED.

He’d opened the wrong fucking door.

“SHIT!”

He clapped his hand over the mouth of his mask, accidentally banging the door completely open in the process, revealing his presence to the wide-eyed angel laying in front of him.

The same wide-eyed angel who, renowned for her reputation as a bloodthirsty killer, had a murderous look in her eyes that he’d never seen before, despite many an excursion down to Hell.

Shit. I’m SO dead.

Lute’s Bathroom, Apartment Block, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

“I am going to KILL you!”

The water in her bath had long gone lukewarm, but white-hot heat radiated throughout Lute’s body, starting from her cheeks and spreading rapidly all the way down to her toes. Still seated, she instinctively flung her book to the other side of the room. She desperately grabbed in the direction of her towel with one hand, her other arm pressed tightly against her breasts in a feeble attempt to cover as much skin as possible. She just needed to get this towel around her, sprint to the kitchen, grab the butcher’s knife and-

“Shit!” Adam yelped, turning away from his lieutenant, drawing his golden wings around his middle to protect himself. He hastily began retreating into her lounge, eyes fixed on the front door. At lighting speed, Lute seized her opportunity to stand – an awful squelch filling the room as water sloshed out of the bath onto the floor - and retrieve her towel, hastily wrapping it around her body with one hand, not bothering to dry herself before hurling herself out of the tub towards her superior.

Her wings were weighed down with half of the water from her bath, soaking through her white towel completely so it clung to her like a skin-tight dress. As she ran, enormous puddles of water pooled in her wake, but she didn’t care. Water could be cleaned up anytime.

She had mere moments, however, to violently murder her boss.

With an almighty cry, she launched herself at Adam’s back, still clutching the towel at the top her sternum. Her knee caught him in his lower back, causing him to stumble and trip, face-down onto the carpet of her living room.

“How-” she growled, straddling his upper back with her thighs, knees poking into his armpit, leaning forward so that her free arm curled around the front of his neck, “- the fuck did you get into my house, you disgusting piece of shit?”

“Maybe,” Adam rasped, using both of his hands to pull Lute’s arm away from his windpipe, “you should learn to lock your door, Lieutenant. You left it wide open for all of Heaven to come in and enjoy the show!”

“And you didn’t think it polite to knock?!” she roared. “Or, I don’t know, try calling me first?! What could you possibly want so fucking badly,” she grunted the last word as she squeezed her thighs against his back, bracing herself so she could fend off his hands, which were gradually freeing her elbow from his throat, “that you needed to walk in on me in the fucking bath?! How long were you standing there, perv?!”

Adam groaned in discomfort as her knees dug into his underarms. Lute squeezed harder again as she moved her mouth closer to the side of his head to get close to his ear.

“I am giving you three seconds,” she snarled, ignoring her towel slipping down her chest as she channelled all her energy into closing the gap between her elbow and his neck, “to explain yourself before I choke you to death. I don’t care if Sera casts me down into hell; a life of damnation would be worth it if it meant I got to be the one to end yo-”

Adam’s right hand let go of Lute’s forearm and he braced it on the floor so he could jerk his right shoulder up and over to his left violently, causing Lute to teeter off-balance and fall sideways onto her already bruised hip. She yelped in pain, motionless for a moment and Adam, now free, took advantage of her breather to straddle her thighs, pinning them together with his own. His knees were quickly becoming soaked as he pressed into the wet towel that still clung to her lower body, but he didn’t care. She howled in rage and made to claw at his mask with her free hand before he caught her wrist and held it to the floor above her head, his face only inches above hers. With his other hand, he swiftly untangled Lute’s fist from her towel and brought it up next to her other hand, pinning her down completely.

“Listen here, girlie,” he seethed as she thrashed her legs violently behind him, attempting to use her hips to throw him off. “I didn’t fucking come here to do anything untoward, alright? I needed to talk to you urgently and you weren’t answering your phone. Your door was wide open. What else was I supposed to do?”

“You didn’t notice the trail of clothes on the floor and think I might be otherwise occupied?”

“Oh please, I’ve seen enough thongs to last me an afterlife. Your underwear on the floor wasn’t going to stop me from finding you. Besides, I’d assumed you were in bed, asleep. Hold still you crazy bitch, I need to talk to you.”

“There is nothing you could need to tell me that necessitates coming into my home uninvited - argh.” She arched her back to try and twist herself free, her towel now dangerously close to being rendered completely useless. Frustrated, wet and spent, she let her head drop back against the carpet, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Adam’s eyes flickered downwards, and he grinned devilishly.

“Didn’t realise you gave up so easily, Dangertits.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?!” she hissed. Her cheeks flushed brilliantly as she looked down and realised that he’d snuck a quick look at her cleavage, which was beginning to spill over the top of her towel.

“You heard me, babe. I think that’s what I’ll refer to you as from now on. It really…” he let his gaze trail down to her chest again, before deliberately taking his time to being his eyes back up to hers again, knowing that he was antagonising her now. A wicked gleam etched across his mask. “…suits you. Ready to wave the white flag and hear me out?”

“I’d rather fucking die.”

“Not an option, Lieutenant. Shut up and stop running that filthy mouth of yours for a sec and listen to me. That’s an order.”

Lute glowered at him.

“Let me go.”

Adam snickered. “Not a chance.”

“Now.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I’ll tell Sera.”

“Tattling again, Lieutenant? That would be twice today. I’ll give you a hot tip, because I’m feeling generous.” He bent his head low against her ear, his forehead pressing against her hair as he whispered into her ear. “I strongly advise you against it. Wouldn’t want the boss thinking you can’t hold your own now, would you?”

Lute shuddered at his closeness – or was the adrenaline starting to wear off and a chill settling in because of the wet towel? It didn’t matter, anyway. He was right. She couldn’t go to Sera again with something like this. It would make her appear weak. Incapable. Not to mention that the whole situation was utterly humiliating, and there was no way she was telling a single soul about what had happened tonight. Not even Vaggie.

“What do you want, then?”

Adam lifted his head back up, so their faces were parallel once more and scoffed.

“Are you kidding me, babe? We’re not having this conversation right now! In case you haven’t noticed, you’re soaking wet – not in a good way, either – and basically naked. We can talk tomorrow morning.”

“Y-you,” Lute gasped, shutting her eyes in disbelief. After all this, he wasn’t even going to tell her. Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to tear him apart, limb by limb. “You asshole. You evil, conniving sonnuva-”

“Nine o’clock. Our office.” Adam released his grip on her wrist and rose to a standing position. He held out his hand to help her up, but Lute swatted it away angrily. He could shove it up his ass, as far she was concerned.

“Don’t be late.” He straightened his robes and headed towards her front door, whistling merrily to himself. Lute pulled herself into a sitting position, readjusting her towel so she was adequately covered once more. She said a silent prayer of thanks that the wetness of the towel meant that it stuck tight to her lower body, ensuring some level of modesty for her during their scrap. She desperately wanted to scream at him, throw something at his head, charge at him again and make him pay for the humiliation she’d just suffered.

But she didn’t. Because, despite wanting to exact her revenge immediately with every fibre of her being, she was overwhelmingly exhausted. At this point, all she had the energy to do was crawl into bed and forget that she’d even woken up this morning.

Adam grinned as he opened the door.

“At ease, Dangertits.” He saluted her mockingly before exiting.

He managed to close the door just in time to hear the TV remote hit the back of the door and clang to the floor.

***

Next time: Lute's suspicious that Adam's trying to poison her.

#hazbin hotel #adam x lute #guardrock #guitarspear #guitarspear fic #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin lute

[hazbin-hotlee37]

Need more Lee!Adam...

SO I MADE MY OWN!

Lee!Adam, Ler!Lute

A reason to smile!

Adam was in his office, reading through paper work that Sera wanted him to do. Some people wouldn't believe that Adam was even capable of being kind, but he had genuine respect for Sera. She was like the mom he never had.

While the first man could be considered a slacker by most but, there were times when he worked himself way too hard. Lute could tell now was one of those times.

Neither had their mask on, which just showed Adams eyebags and tired appearance. Several golden feathers molted from stress as the angel muttered under his breath while he read, tapping his fingers absent mindedly.

"Sir, maybe we should take a break?" The Lieutenant offers with a kind smile, but Adam just waved her off.

He never listened.

Lute sighed and looked at the ground, picking up one of the golden feathers and twirling it in her fingers, an idea forming.

Adam was reading when suddenly he felt something brush against his neck, he jumped and looked at his lieutenant, but her arms were behind her back in her normal stance. Weird...

He shrugged it off and went back to reading when he felt it again, this time on his ear. He snorted and blushed slightly, looking back towards his friend.

"The fuck are you up to??" The first man asks, but he knew very well.

"I'm giving you one last chance to accept my offer of a break, sir" She responds, but she knew deep down, this would be necessary.

"Fuck off, dangertits, I'm working" Adam says, he flinched when he felt hands on his wings, "Wahait- Lute, fuhuhck!"

"I did give you a chance" Lute says with a smirk, scribbling her fingers over the golden wings.

The first man fell into a fit of giggles and snorts, his wings flapping absent mindedly. If anyone else, he would've killed them right there but this was Lute! He was fucked from the start!

"You know, I always see you playing with that guitar of yours. Maybe I should practice, really get on those lessons you've been doing with me" The lieutenant says with a smirk, her hands moving to his stomach and started strumming it like a guitar. "Bow now now now now, guitar solo, fuck yeah!"

"nahahaHAHAHT *Snort!* THAHAHAT!" Adam squealed, laughing his head off. His wings flapping involuntary, a few feathers falling off.

"Whats the matter, sir? The first man himself can't handle a little tickling?" She teased with a smirk watching him fall to pieces under her fingers. She had to admit, it was rather cute.

"LUHUHUTE! PLEAHAHASE! *Snort!*"

"Hmm, will you finally take a break?"

"YEHEHES! I SWEHEHEAR!"

"Fine."

Lute finally stopped her "torture" and Adam collapsed in his seat, giggling and panting. The lieutenant smiled and pat his head, running her fingers through his hair.

"Fuhuck... You're so brutal..." Adam mutters with a sigh, leaning into the subtle affection.

"Maybe, but its not my fault you don't listen" She responds with a shrug.

Adam smiled softly, with all the shit going on... He was glad to at least have her in his corner and to keep his head on straight.

#hazbin hotel tickle #guitarspear #Maybe... #tickle fic #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #lee!adam #ler!lute

[wildrosewolf]

Guitarspear Fanfic

I wrote my first (of probably many) Guitarspear fanfic. Guitarspear has become my #1 favorite Hazbin Hotel ship and I will never shut up about them hehe

(not my gif)

I posted it on ao3, here's the link :3 I hope you enjoy it if you decide to read.

WARNING: it is rated explicit so if that it not your thing then do not read.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #guitarspear #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #adam x lute #my work #my fic

[mistystarshine]

hypocrisy and other sinful things

“Wait!” the thing cried in that familiar voice. “Lute, fucking— Wait! It’s me!”

Lute froze, the tip of her spear pressing lightly against the skin of the sinner’s throat.

It stared up at her with wide, horrified, hopeful yellow eyes. Now that she actually looked, she couldn’t deny that she would have known them in any lifetime. The shape of his face was the same. The hair was the same. The voice was the same. But—

The creature before her had one more eye than it should have. It had horns growing out of its head — the same shape that the ones on his helmet had been, but real in a way that no angel’s were. Knives grew from the tips of its fingers, impossible to be covered even by the gloves it wore.

The thing in front of her was undoubtedly a demon.

Adam had been an angel.

Adam was dead.

-

Or; Lute goes to hell during the next extermination seeking revenge. Instead, she gets the crisis of a lifetime.

(thanks to @vannahrt for giving me permission to use their sinner Adam design and inadvertently giving me the extra inspiration needed to actually write this <3)

#hazbin hotel #guitarspear #lute #adam #hazbin hotel fanfic #my fic #my writing #hypocrisy and other sinful things #guitarspear could be read as platonic or romantic but #since the fic focuses on their relationship i figured i should drop it in the tag #Sinner Adam

[nutal]

guys could u imagine if i wrote another guitarspear oneshot and its like an AU where adam survives the stab-wound and just passes out/collapses instead of dying (because imo him dying like that made no sense LMFAO) and lute notices beforehand and retreats then and there + when they get back lute has to tend to adam’s stomach wound since shes his lieutenant and then adams all pissy about it because he hates being looked at as weak or having to be taken care of but because its in the company of lute alone its so fucking intimate like 😭😭😭

Let me know if i should write this!! I have time now since im on break

#guitarspear #guardrock #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #lute hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION #PLEASE I LOVE THEMNMMM UGHRHGH

[ray-theoretical-trucker]

Wine, Whining and Drunken Cuddles

i once again wrote a fanfic about adam and lute

"Sir, you need to get up.

"But I don't waannaaaaa..."

It's not the first time Adam’s gotten drunk and definitely not the first time Lute’s had to drag him to his bed cause almost every time he gets drunk, he refuses to go anywhere. Or do anything besides eating, talking or drinking more.

But this is the first time Adam’s gotten drunk in the conference room instead of his own or at least in hers or one of the other exorcists'.

And it's the first time Lute has seen him this drunk.

***

Lute suddenly becomes aware that she’s been frozen in front of the door ever since Adam started ranting and that she doesn't know what to think or what to do in this exact situation at all.

Lute tries to gather her scattered thoughts together and decides to say at least something because otherwise Adam will definitely just continue to scream about dicks for, like, eternity. She knows for sure he's capable of that.

#hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel lute #lute hazbin hotel #guitarspear #guardrock #rays fic

[guitarspearmybeloved]

Despite the millenia he's spent in Heaven, she's never heard him utter words to the Almighty

Until his fingers intertwine between hers and their atoms collide

in multitudes of stars

bursting behind their eyes

And her name tumbles out of his lips like a desperate prayer

#adam hazbin hotel #guitarspear #lute hazbin hotel #adam x lute #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel angels #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #lute #writing #fic excerpt #writing draft #fic draft #words #my writing #my words #guardrock shipping #guardrock #adalute #adalute ship #guardrock ship #hazbin hotel shipping

[cassandra-baker]

Siete meses para enamorarla.

¡Que vengo con un fanfic nuevo de Hazbin Hotel!

-Creo que me gusta Lute.

Con esta confesión del primer hombre empieza esta distendida historia.

Todos sabemos que Adán no es el hombre que tiene más tacto con las mujeres y por eso recurre a la ayuda de su amiga Sisi para que le guie en el camino para ganarse el corazón de su fría lugarteniente. Hacía mucho que no hacía un OC pero como no he visto a Adán interactuando con mucha gente no me imaginaba a nadie siendo su amigo (y tampoco me imagino a Emily o San Pedro dándole consejos amorosos).

Casi toda la historia será muy divertida y desenfadada viendo a Adán siendo Adán pero esforzándose mucho. Ya para el final quizás la cosa se vuelva más seria (es la idea pero quizás cambie mientras escriba así que es por ahora una incógnita incluso para mí). Bueno, que eso, como el resumen es tan desenfadado como la historia os animo a leer (y a comentar y votar también que se agradece). Ya no molesto más ^^.

#wattpad #wattpad español #hazbin hotel #escritor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fic #lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam #lute x adam #adam x lute #guitarspear #guitarspear fanfic

[devastatedloyallute]

I have finally finished that fic I was writing! I’m having someone proof read it tomorrow, pretty nervous about it though, I haven’t written fanfiction in a few years. 🥺 last one I wrote was back in 2018 and it was under 2,000 words

As suspected, this one is just over 7k words 😵 I really hope it isn’t too bad, I am not a writer in the slightest so I’m super anxious

#guitarspear #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #adam x lute #tabithaposts #it’s 2am I’m so tired but I was so close to finishing this fic I just needed to do it

[deadgirlwalking91]

out of context guitarspear one-shot #1 - "lutey-booty"

Enjoy a cheeky little something that’s been ruminating in my head for the past few days! Apologies if the formatting is a bit crappy; I typed most of this whilst sitting in a cafe.

***

It wasn't often Adam was awake at five in the morning.

Well, unless he had company, of course.

This particular early morning however, he had awoken, alone, at three am and nothing was working to get him back to sleep.

No matter how many 'proven' techniques he tried - rain noises (shit, gotta pee), counting sheep (fucking boring, dude) or meditation (seriously?!) - his mind wouldn't allow him to fall back asleep.

His body was also betraying him, each attempt at laying still foiled by uncontrollable tossing and turning, his legs relentlessly restless as he attempted to find a comfortable position that would allow him to drift back off to sleep.

It wasn't as if he didn't know why. He was perfectly aware of the reason he had awoken so suddenly - beads of sweat formed on his brow, heart thumping and an unrelenting knot deep in his abdomen.

He’d dreamt about her again. This particular fantasy much more vivid than the last, too - thankfully, he’d woken up just before things in the dream had escalated into a vision he was sure he’d never be able to erase from his memory.

Though, he’d now been lying awake for two fucking hours wondering how the rest of his dream might’ve played out, and realised he should have just stayed asleep to find out.

"May as well go for a fucking walk," he grumbled to nobody in particular, throwing his blanket off and grabbing the nearest items of clothing he could blindly grab in the dark. "Fuck this insomnia bullshit."

***

Adam found the silence of his surroundings rather unsettling as he wandered aimlessly down the halls of the Exorcist Training Centre.

It wasn't supposed to be this quiet. He was used to it bustling with energy, his army of angels filling the halls and training rooms with their friendly banter and shouts of laughter.

Still, he was caught off guard when he heard a loud, throaty grunt come from the gym, some rooms ahead of the section of the hall he was standing in.

"The fuck was that?"

He could now see that a door further ahead was slightly ajar, a dim, golden glow of artificial light spilling out into the hall. Trying to keep his footsteps soft (which was rather difficult given his height and the fact that he just wasn't a soft kind of person), he slowly walked towards the gym and peered through the gap between the door and the frame.

He couldn't recognise the sole occupant of the room by face as she had her back to him, but her black and white wings were a tell-tale sign she was one of the Exorcist angels. Half of her silvery hair was gathered atop her head, the other half stuck to the back of her neck, soaked in sweat.

Her body also gave no clues as to her identity. Adam had grown to be quite familiar with how the Exorcists looked out of uniform over the years, but this was a figure that was completely unknown to him. She was dressed in only a crop top and - his breath hitched in his throat - tiny workout shorts that didn't quite reach her muscular thighs, but sure as hell accentuated the firmness of her ass.

Shit, I gotta go.

Adam stayed rooted to the spot, his body unable - no, unwilling to move as he continued to observe the mystery angel in front of him. She began preparing for a squat, steadying the barbell resting on her shoulders as she -

Fuck.

She'd driven her hips backward as she bent her knees, her shorts - Jesus Christ, they were practically blasphemous - riding further and further up her backside, half-exposing the tight, toned muscle underneath the fabric.

Adam groaned. Loudly. Which he absolutely had not meant to do.

The angel in front of him gasped at the sudden sound and looked over her shoulder, quickly rising to a standing position and carefully bringing the barbell back over her head and dropping it onto the floor.

He knew that face all too well.

It was her. It was Lute. It was fucking Lute. His right-hand woman, lieutenant and sole occupant of his dreams lately.

He should have fucking known she was the only angel crazy enough to be awake and productive at such an ungodly hour.

"Sir," she breathed, clearly exerted, grabbing a nearby towel and wiping her face. "What are you doing here this early?"

Adam quickly regained his composure, erasing all evidence of the hold she'd had over him merely moments ago, grinning and leaning against the doorway. He braced himself against the frame with one arm over his head, his other hand shoved lazily into the pocket of his jeans.

"I should be asking the same of you, Lutey-booty." He nodded pointedly towards the lower half of her body. "Didn't realise you were hiding an ass like that under your usual gear. I should ask Sera for a uniform upgrade."

Lute's cheeks flushed the faintest of yellows as she craned her neck over her shoulder to look at her behind, her back arching and chest rising, accentuating her defined abdomen muscles. Adam gulped while she wasn't looking, the knot in his stomach intensifying by the second. Lute stood straight once again - the colour from her cheeks had subsided, but there was a strange, playful twinkle in her golden eyes that Adam hadn't seen before.

He also noticed she hadn't bothered to fix her shorts.

"Well," Lute began slowly, walking towards a yoga mat that had been set on the ground. "I train every morning, Sir." She stepped onto the mat, and turned to face Adam, feet together. She took a wide stride forward with one leg and made quite the show of pushing her hips down, parallel to the ground in a lunge position. "I like starting my day with a clear head." She looked up at him through thick lashes, the corners of her cat-like eyes crinkling as she flashed him a rare grin. "Don't you?"

Adam cleared his throat. He’d had plenty of women look up at him like that before, but none of them compared to her right now.

Either I’m losing it, or she knows she’s driving me insane right now.

"Uh, yeah." He pushed himself off the doorframe, striding into the gym. "Clear head, babe. Fucking love a clear head."

Keeping her hands where they were, Lute brought her forward foot back in line with the other, rocking forward slightly so her weight was evenly balanced between her hands and feet, ass tilted up towards the ceiling. Those damn shorts riding up even further.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

“That’s better,” she sighed, rolling her upper body vertebrae-by-vertebrae back up into a standing positing. “I needed a good stretch after that.”

I’ll give you a good stretch in a minute, if you don’t stop teasing me.

Adam sat on the bench next to the mat and ran a hand through his thick, messy hair, for once not entirely sure what to say.

“Something wrong, Sir?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Would there be something wrong with me bending you over this bench and fucking you senseless right now, babe?

He looked down at her exposed body - now so close to him - this time focusing on the many battle scars she’d accumulated over the years. Flecks of skin that had been slashed, ripped, torn open had healed over with a faint golden tinge. He wanted to reach out and trace them with his fingertips, wanted her to tell him the story of each one, wanted…

Wanted to murder whoever inflicted them upon her.

Then again, she’d probably done that already herself.

“I-I still don’t understand why, babe,” he blurted out, desperate to shift the conversation to something, anything other than himself because, God, his self control was fading fast. “It’s fucking five am!”

“Um,” she took a single step towards him, shrugging. Oh no. “I need to be consistent. My body is a temple, Sir -”

He couldn’t keep it together any longer, she’d made it too difficult. Fuck it, he was making his dreams a reality. Didn’t matter that he was in a public place, couldn’t care less if the entire fucking army walked in and saw them. He wouldn’t even give a shit if Sera strolled in with a bucket of popcorn to watch.

Adam reached forward and hooked a single finger into the waistband of Lute’s shorts and dragged her closer to him until her body was pressed tightly against his. He snaked his free arm around her waist until it found the small of her back, pulling her closer to him, eliminating the space between them because dammit, his body craved as much contact with hers as humanely possible.

“Well then,” he murmured, his usually loud, brash voice lowering until it was barely audible. Lute didn’t say a word, her warm eyes determinedly staring back into his own, hands creeping up his stomach, grabbing fistfuls of the material of his t-shirt over his chest . Almost like she was daring him to continue, giving him permission to take the lead.

“Mmm?”

“A body like this,” he continued, swallowing, the hand at the small of her back trailing down, down until it reached the bareness of her ass. He palmed her bare skin and grabbed her cheek, squeezing, appreciating the years of work she’d put into building a body so damn mesmerising.

“A body like this deserves to be fucking worshipped, babe.”

#adam x lute #guitarspear #guardrock #guitarspear fic #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute

[eslypyiris]

What your favorite ship from Hazbin Hotel says about you

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★ Warning: This post was made as a joke, don't take it seriously. Any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence ★

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Chaggie: You think you are always right.

Chalastor: You used to be (or still are) that theatre kid.

Huskerdust: You're dealing with a lot of problems and don't know how to fix them.

Radiodust: You are old.

Vaggie/Angel Dust: You are VERY old.

Radiohusk: You like cute animal and angst fics.

Staticmoth: You think even villains deserve love.

Staticradio: You are here for the drama.

Radiorose: You want to date your best friend.

Radioapple: You want Charlie to have two dads (Also, you wanna be Charlie's sibling)

Adamsapple: You watched Good Omens.

Lucilith: You just want Lucifer to fix his family issues and be happy (Honestly, who doesn't?)

Cherrisnake: You think snakes are cool and/or cute.

Guitarspear: You think of yourself as a bad person, but actually the only thing you really want is to be loved and understood.

Emilute: You want either a tough partner or a soft partner. There's no in between.

Polyvees: You spend a lot of time on the internet.

Valdust: Police, it's this one!

Chaggily: You want Emily to fall.

Charmily: You are soft.

Zestmilla: You are goth.

RoyalFlush: You don't let yourself be fooled by appearances.

Staticspider: Your favorite season is winter because It's the perfect excuse to wrap yourself in a blanket and watch TV.

Radiomaid: You like anime.

Staticradioapple: You, my dear friend, are horny or a helpless romantic.

Brokerdoll: You're tired and you want things to go back to the way they used to be.

Staticapple: You've been having bad luck in love because you've been looking for that "special someone," but the day you stop looking for them will be the day you'll finally be loved.

Character x reader: You wish you were born in the hazbin hotel universe.

(I think these are all the ships. If I forgot any, let me know🌸)

Second part :

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel husk #charlie x vaggie #chaggie #chalastor #radiodust #radiohusk #staticmoth #valvox #staticradio #radiostatic #radiorose #radioapple #appleradio #adamsapple #lucilith #lucifer x lilith #cherrisnake #guitarspear #emilute #poly vees #charmily #zestmilla #royalflush #radiomaid #staticspider #brokerdoll #staticapple #chaggily

[drawlody]

My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

#adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel lute #guitarspear #guardrock #micheal hazbin hotel #adam x lute #adam x michael #st peter hazbin hotel #guitargreeter #adam x eve #hazbin hotel eve #lilith morningstar #adam x eve x lucifer x lilith #adalilluceve #lucilith #adalith #angel dust #holydust #alastor #alastor x adam #angelicradio #angelicradioapple #adam x alastor x lucifer #Charadam #guitarprincess

[mistystarshine]

Salvation on the Radio

“What the hell, Alastor! Why would you bring him here?” Vaggie growls.

Alastor tilts his head to the side innocently. One ear twitches, but his smile never wavers. “Why, our little meeting last week! Charlie did say that the hotel needs new guests, didn’t she?”

“Guests, not evil bastards who destroyed the hotel!”

“But Adam here is seeking redemption! We do not discriminate between souls in need, do we?”

-

Or; Alastor drags Adam to Charlie's doorstep like a cat that hasn't killed its prey yet. Things happen from there.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor the radio demon #chaggie #hazbin hotel adam #guitarspear #(eventually) #hazbin hotel fanfic #my fic #my writing #salvation on the radio

[nutal]

here is the finished guitarspear oneshot i said i would write! Shameless fic plug ik ik 😭 I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE TWO SERIOUSLY ITS GETTING BAD THE INDULGENCE DRIVES ME INSANE

adam hates being vulnerable but he kind of reluctantly gives in because well??? Its lute, cmon.

I was gonna post it here last night but it was 3am when I finished the fic so I just went to bed. Anyways, this was really fun to write!! Enjoy mwahahaha

#hazbin hotel #guitarspear #guardrock #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #they are my everything #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin fic #hurt/comfort #!!! #guitarsword

[callmerainman]

When You Know, You Know | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader / GuitarSpear

plot. Lute finds out that Adam is still alive, reincarnated as a sinner in Hell. Unable to keep the secret from her, Sera gives her a chance to see him again. Just a warning: something more powerful than she could ever imagine is keeping him in Hell. And when she witnesses it, Lute feels like she's losing Adam a second time.

word count. 1.5k

pairings. sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader | side GuitarSpear

tags. jealous!Lute, angst, kissing, soft Adam, Adam and Reader are profoundly in love, GuitarSpear can either be platonic or romantic.

taglist. @call-me-nyxx

a/n. here I am! this short fic comes from an idea by @sleeplessdreamer14 who inspired me with the jealous!Lute hcs! This also can be considered as a spin off of my other Adam fic (First Man on the Earth), I envision the same Reader. Hope you enjoyed some angst!

"cause when you know, you know"

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“Sera, I’m begging you please, open the portal!”

Her golden eyes teary, face deformed in a mixture of pain and resentment towards the seraphim angel. Lute can’t help but hate her guts right now. For hiding the fact that Adam is still alive. He fell into the depths of Hell, but Adam, a piece of her she thought it died inside her heart, is still alive. And she found out only because she overheard Sera and the higher angels talking about it at a meeting.

“Lute, no matter how many times you come here to beg on your knees, I can’t let you go to Hell” Sera says. Her voice is resolute, but a grain of sadness can be heard.

“But I mourned him! I saw Adam die in my arms and you’re keeping me away from him? How cruel can you be, Sera?!”

“Me and the other seraphim angels are ourselves still trying to figure out this situation. It’s very delicate, we can’t jump to conclusions”.

“Can’t you just take him back?!”

“It’s not easy like that, Lute. There’s…something that keeps him there. Not only judgement. We can’t bring Adam back right now”.

Lute falls on her knees, her watery eyes planted on the floor. Her wings close around her, in a way to comfort herself. Then, her fingers clench, clawing the floor. She grits her teeth, pushing the tears back. She looks up at Sera, her eyes are pitiful. She doesn’t care. Lute would do whatever it takes, even beg again and again.

“Please, Sera. I promise I won’t try to take him back. But please, let me just see Adam again once. I just want to see him with my eyes and then I’ll stop crying for your fucking help until we figure out how to save him”.

Sera finally directly interlocks eyes with Lute. She feels every inch of her burning, angry desire of seeing Adam again, the one person she stood by for eternity. Sera sighs, massaging her temples with the tip of her fingers. Then, she looks at Lute again, her face as serious as ever.

“Alright, Lute. But please, don’t do anything unwise. I’ll give you some time”.

Lute gets up, an incredulous expression on her face. She nods, her heart is pounding in her chest. She’ll see him again. Adam, the First Man, her idiot, arrogant, egomaniac of a Commander. The one she stood by all her life, who she grew to love in her own way.

“Thank you, Sera. I promise we’ll find a way to bring Adam back”.

Sera doesn’t say anything. She just tightly presses her lips together and looks away, in a very, very distant place. She looks sorry. But Lute doesn’t have time to second guess her statements, she just has to see Adam. With a snap of fingers, Sera opens a portal. And, without hesitation, Lute flies in. Speeding through crimson skies and clouds, Lute asks herself why Sera opened the portal right above the Hazbin Hotel, which appears to be rebuilt after the last Extermination. The one that took Adam away from him. Why would Adam be at the Hotel? There’s no rational reason. However, that’s not her concern right now. What matters is that she gets to finally see Adam again.

Suddenly, Lute stops mid-air. She saw a frame while flying around the Hotel. Still meters and meters high, Lute spots him.

“Adam!” she exclaims, a wide smile spreading across her face, one she lost along with him.

He’s different. His robe is now stained of dark colors, horns sprouted on his head and his golden wings are now of a deep, coal black. But it’s still Adam. He’s sitting on the Hotel sign, holding an electric guitar in his lap. Lute’s breathing becomes erratic. How much time has passed. Before thinking that he was dead, and after begging to see him once again. And now he’s here, and she’s here again. With no more hesitation, Lute starts zipping towards him.

But then, something stops her. She freezes, her body stiff, she tightens her fists around her angelic spear. Someone is there with Adam. Lute didn’t notice at first, but it’s definitely a sinner. You. A female demon with wings, sitting right next to him. You’re looking at Adam, your legs swinging in the air underneath. Adam seems to be playing something on his guitar right now, a quiet tune, humming words that Lute from her high spot can’t hear. He alternates between looking at his own fingers strumming the guitar and then meeting your eyes. Lute can see the relaxed and mesmerized smile on your face. What is even happening? Why is Adam with a sinner? Why is he playing the guitar with you? There’s something behind all of this. Lute needs to find out. Reincarnating in Hell probably made him powerless, she needs to protect him, especially from filthy demons like you.

Suddenly, Adam stops playing the guitar. He puts it aside, and keeps his eyes on you. And then, you move. You put your legs on Adam’s sides, squatting down right in front of him with your elbows pressed against your knees. Lute clenches the angelic spear harder, about to rush towards you to stop you from hurting Adam. Of course you’re doing something to him. You’re probably about to bewitch him, or take advantage of him to strike when he leasts expects it. But, once again, Lute has to stop. You had reached out with a hand towards Adam. Instead of doing any harm, you just touch some strands of his hair with the tip of your fingers, stroking them oh-so-delicately. A lingering smile is permanently impressed on your features, your eyes lost in Adam’s. As Adam feels your light touch, he smiles back. He brings a hand to your face and places it on the side of it, stroking your cheekbone with a thumb. His black wings and yours close around each other, in a sort of hug.

And Lute stands there, horrified. She recognizes that smile Adam is giving you. With his eyebrows arched upwards, his lips so soft and his face looking at you so fondly. It’s the same smile he reserved to her when he died in her arms. The same smile burned in her mind every time she went to sleep and thought it was a gift for her and only her. A distraught expression contorts Lute’s face as she can’t do anything but watch.

Lute finally understands. She understands when she manages to read Adam’s lips and yours when you reply to him “I do too”. You aren’t bewitching him. It’s such an absurd and terrible situation, she feels crumbling on the inside. Weren’t her and Adam supposed to fight sinners? Didn’t they promise that they would always have each other’s back against demons? Adam falling out of Heaven was a mistake, for sure. But this is a choice. Lute knows from the way Adam is now leaning towards you, that this is his choice, not the result of a devilish spell. Adam means it, she knows. She knew the second Adam smiled at you in the same way he did to her the day he died. There’s a love she can’t understand but she knows it’s here between you and Adam. But why. Wasn’t she the only always by his side? Golden tears start rolling down Lute’s pale cheeks, as she feels her grip on the angelic spear get more and more lose.

When you and Adam kiss, Lute asks herself what happened to the Adam she knew. What did he become. Is there something left of her and him? Or is it just you and Adam now? Adam, who swore to Lute that he would kill every sinner left in Hell, who is now kissing you and holding your face in such a loving way. She was by his side when he died. Who did you think you were to stand by him in that way? You weren’t the one who fought with him for centuries. Who put up with his lame pranks and childish behavior that she ended up getting so fond of. You probably were trying to end his life the day he died during the Extermination, in Lute’s arms.. You weren’t the one holding onto his halo every time memories of him would come back. Lute knows it. She lost Adam a second time. And as soon as she realizes it, her eyes still fixed on you and Adam tenderly kissing, she mumbles in a shaky voice.

“Sera…”

The portal immediately flashes open behind her. Sera had been watching Lute the whole time, and knew that this would happen. She tried to warn her. That things weren’t the same, that it wasn’t just her and Adam anymore right now. As holy light invests Lute, she looks at Adam one last time. His soft smile after you and him pull away from the kiss, your hand still caressing the strands of hair falling on his forehead, trying to put them back in place. She looks at a deep, unconditional love she knows well.

Lute knows. Turning back with her eyes squeezed shut, Lute flies back in Heaven as the portal closes behind her.

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"the soul that you bring to the table, the one that makes me sing in a minor key"

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[falling-star-cygnus]

im still hung up on Adam hating seeing Lute cry if you couldn't tell

pr.2 of my previous Guitarspear fic❗ :D

basically- Adam's death was just a nightmare on Lute's part and he was actually only injured yes this is me being delulu

{The first man's palm is warm in his final death.}

{Lute shoots up in bed and chokes on a scream.}

{She can feel her chest heave, too hot tangled in her blanket and yet far too cold at the same time. Hot like the blood Adam left on her cheek. Cold like his hand}

{The exorcist slowly lowers herself back down onto the pillows, subconsciously brushing her fingers over her cheek to wipe away ichor that’s no longer there. Lute's heart is beating a mile a minute. She can feel it pulsing in her throat}

{The black and white feathers of her wings tremble, loudly broadcasting their presence and demanding to be soothed; the angel takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes}

{She was being silly.}

{Adam's cold hand on her cheek, his ragged inhales, the golden blood staining unholy ground, his final-}

{Lute throws her blankets off}

"Just a quick check,"

{She swears to herself, barely noticing her feet carrying her to Adam's quarters until she's gently pushing the door open}

{Adam's larger then life form is lying on his bed, facing the wall, and still.}

{Until a heaven-shattering snore disrupts the silence. Lute feels like she can breathe again}

{With a long sigh, Adam's lieutenant turns around to head back to her own room. The ache in her chest has lessened, thankfully, at seeing her boss alive and well. But somehow... it wasn't enough}

{Which was ridiculous, Lute was being ridiculous. What more could she possibly need? That was appropriate for someone of her status to ask for- that is. Obviously she couldn't just-}

{Lute is pressing her ear to Adam's chest before she's even processed she's entered his room.}

{The steady thump-thump-thump of his immortal heart is like a balm on her frazzled nerves. Her eyes close as a sigh of relief wracks her suddenly exhausted frame}

"huh- what the fuck? Lute?"

{Lute would like it on record that the sound that left her mouth at Adam's sleep-raspy voice was not a yelp in any shape or fashion}

"S-sir! I was just-"

{Just what!? Just listening to his heartbeat to reassure herself he wasn't dead? Just watching him sleep? She couldn't say that. Pathetic. She was being pathetic}

"You were just...?"

{Adam's not wearing his mask. Which makes sense, it's 3 in the morning and he was sleeping. Of course, the first man wasn't wearing his mask.}

{It's not like Lute was complaining about it, he was very attractive under his mask. He was attractive with it, if she was being hones with herself.}

"Just-"

{Lute can feel a familiar burn working it's way up her throat as Adam raises an expectant eyebrow. She can't meet his eyes anymore, her actions were beyond shameful. Beyond embarrassing. All because she was needy-}

"Ah- shit- tears... uh-"

{Nice, familiar, warm hands cup her face awkwardly. His thumbs clumsily try and rub away the salty tears that pour down her face unbidden. When had she started crying?}

{Lute can't really bring herself to care when those hands only further prove that her boss is alive in front of her.}

"C'mon Dangertits, don't cry! You're supposed to be badass!"

{It's so heart-wrenchingly close to what he had said to her on that day that Lute just cries harder. She can't get any words out, can't say anything to rectify her rather pathetic display. But- Adam almost died. Almost died in her arm. She's allowed to be upset damnit!}

"Fuck- uh- ah shit, Lute. Please? Please don't cry..."

{The first man is full of surprises tonight. First saying please and now dragging his lieutenant into his arms with a near frantic urgency}

{He holds her head gently to his chest, golden wings folding over the shaking exorcist in a protective barrier. That familiar thumping fills her ears again.}

{Lute can feel his hand card awkwardly through her silvery hair, the other resting on the stump of what's left of her arm. It feels... surprisingly nice}

"See? I'm- I'm ok, yeah? Takes more then some fuckin' cyclops with a needle to take the first man out."

{Now that Lute's not driving herself into a headache with sobs, she can hear the shaky notes of concern under his boasting. The hands pull her just a bit closer, and it's because of this closeness that she can hear:}

"...i hate seeing you cry."

{It's whispered so softly it's like a secret admission, like nobody but him was supposed to hear it; not even Lute}

"...so please, don't do it. Not for me."

{Adam buries his nose into the silver strands he's been finger brushing, moving his hand to hold the back of her neck instead}

{The exorcist's tears have died into sniffles, the expected headache raging inside her skull in sharp fireworks. Lute turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on Adam's shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest}

{They stay like this for a good ten minutes or so. Until Lute is feeling tired enough to attempt sleep again and uncurl herself from her boss's comforting hold}

{The lieutenant doesn't want to leave his arms, embarrassingly enough. But she's overstayed her welcome and they both need their rest if-}

{Adam's wings drag her right back into him}

"Sir-!?" "Adam."

{Lute's jaw closes itself with a click as the first man cuts her off, laying back down on his side with his best friend in his arms}

"Just- Adam. Just for right now..."

{It's a rare show of vulnerability from him, drawn out from his lieutenant's tears. Lute can't bring herself to deny him anything, not when his arms and wings are holding her close like she's something precious}

"...Adam."

{They'll have to talk about- this- in the morning, probably. Whatever this is between them. Or maybe they won't. Maybe when Adam wakes up, Lute will have already fled back to her room. Maybe Lute will wake up in an empty bed far too big for smaller stature and tucked in a blanket.}

{Or maybe they'll wake up still tangled in each other, still with tears stains on their persons, still holding each other tight enough that neither Heaven nor Hell could pull them apart}

{Maybe they'll just be Lute and Adam. For a few more stolen moments.}

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