#x oblivious!reader

Y/n sighed as she closed the door to the hotel behind her. It had been a long day, to say the least, and what she really needed? More than anything? Was a drink.

Alastor pretended not to watch her from the corner of his eye as Y/n rubbed her temples and began to walk towards the bar. Husk, who had been cleaning glasses, let out a sigh. Before he could even move to begin making her usual drink of choice, Alastor shot him a glance.

Though no words were shared, the message was clear.

Don't you dare.

With a shrug and a roll of his eyes, Husk returned to his previous task. He was only able to do so for a moment, however, for just as Y/n came into ear shot, Alastor spoke.

"One martini. Gin, extra dirty and extra dry."

With raised eyebrows, Husk set the glass he'd been drying back on the counter and began to mix the drink.

Alastor had timed it perfectly. How could he not have? Just as Y/n reached the bar and pulled out a stool, Husk placed the drink in front of Alastor.

Y/n groaned in irritation as she took her seat, seemingly not noticing Alastor beside her.

"A drink?" Alastor asked, drawing her attention immediately.

With wide eyes, Y/n turned to him and, spotting the martini glass he offered her, smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, that's so sweet."

Alastor casually shrugged it off.

"Rough day?"

His voice was light, it betrayed none of the calculation that had gone into this simple interaction.

"You could say that." Y/n nodded.

Sighing, she raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip. At the taste of her favorite drink, perfectly mixed, her expression lit up. She turned to face Alastor now, a genuine smile gracing her features once more.

"These are my favorite." she hummed, "How did you know?"

"Oh, just paying attention is all."

"Well, thank you, Alastor. Really."

When that clearly didn't work and served only to make Y/n think Alastor was very devoted to his job, he would take it a step up.

Letting his hands brush Y/n's ever so fatally, a well placed pat on the head or hand on the shoulder.

Y/n would just be like 'Wow, he is such a nice guy'

Slowly it would escalate. He would start following her.

He would create situations he could save her from and she'd just be liked 'wow, it was super lucky you were here'

He would seriously consider killing your friends and staging it as other people doing it so that Y/n would run to him for comfort, so that he would be the only one left

But Alastor wouldn't be able to do that because it would contradict what Rosie had asked of him

People in the hotel would start noticing and it would get to the point where Alastor was just always kind of watching Y/n. It would get hard to ignore and they'd have to confront her about it.

He'd definitely be stalker-ish

Someone (who is kidding, its Angel) would eventually pull Y/n aside to talk to her about it.

"So you don't think it is weird that he just so happens to have the one food you're craving on the stove whenever you want it?"

Y/n paused, her spoonful of Japanese curry poised halfway between the bowl and her gentle mouth.

"No?" she said at last, taking her bite.

"No." Angel repeated in disbeleif.

Y/n swallowed.

"No." she said again, shaking her head, "He's just a nice guy. He is a good... hotelier or whatever the fuck his job is."

"Dude, are you blind?"

"What do you mean?"

"He literally doesn't do that for anyone else. Also he like, watches you? And touches you? You have noticed that he practically touches no one, right?"

"He touches Nifty."

"Nifty touches him."

Finally it would get to a point where he was starting rumors in the world outside the hotel

I feel like he would never actually confess anything? He would just start fucking with Y/n and see how far he could take it. He'd start like, hugging her and shit. Taking him up to his tower to help record his broadcasts.

Honestly, unless Y/n realizes what is going on, I don't think it would ever end. I think everyone would just come to terms with it and when new people joined the hotel etc. the others would just be like 'yeah, don't mind those freaks. We don't get it either.'

Lucifer

His strategy would be to try and impress Y/n. I feel like he doesn't know another way of getting someone's attention or love. Both Eve and Lilith were people he impressed in some way, and he hasn't been with anyone else (as far as we know) so I think he would see it as his only 'tool' so to speak.

And his antics would definitely not go well

But Y/n would find it endearing and kind of sweet

Lucifer peaked his head up from the wreckage. He had tried so very hard, spent so much time piecing every aspect together. Then, with one wrong step, it had all come tumbling down - literally.

When he at last gained the courage to look at Y/n, she was laughing. Lucifer wished he was a mortal, a sinner, anything so long as it was a form capable of a quick and easy death.

Hand to mouth, Y/n giggled. It had been perfect, adorable even. Lucifer had been so excited, he had wanted to show her the new attraction he was thinking of adding to Lu Lu Land, his theme park, so badly, that he hadn't noticed the rope around his foot.

"Ah!" Y/n exclaimed, trying to catch her breath as she wiped tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."

"It's fine."

The dejection in his tone did not escape her notice and, once she had at last calmed down, she took a few steps forward. Lucifer couldn't bear to look at her. There was the faint rustling of fabric, and then the world fell silent.

"Come on." Y/n said, breaking the quiet at long last.

Lucifer couldn't help it, he looked. Now, he was on the verge of tears for a very different reason.

There, right before him, Y/n was crouched. Her dress pooled around her ankles, her rings clinked lightly as the fingers of her outstretched hand twitched.

In awe, Lucifer look up, meeting her eyes. She was smiling brightly. It felt like the sun.

"Once you're out of here, we can figure out what went wrong and rebuild. Sound good?"

I feel like his efforts would just result in them becoming besties

But I also feel like Lucifer would also get very discouraged very quickly and would need Charlie to hype him up.

For Lucifer, it would definitely end in him confessing to Y/n at long last

It would have big Sir Pentious energy but I mean that in the way that in the scenes leading up to when he's intending to ask Cherri out near the end of S1 the other characters are all hyping him up in the background (one of my favorite hidden details in the whole show, ngl)

And Y/n would obviously say yes

Suddenly, it was like everything clicked into place. The shows, the presentations, the fancy dinners, the late nights drinking at the hotel bar where he struggled to keep his eyes open. The truly copious amount of rubber ducks she'd been finding everywhere.

"I understand if you're not interested," Lucifer was saying, wringing his hands, refusing to meet her eyes, "I wont be offended. I just can't keep doin-"

At the feeling of Y/n's hands on his, Lucifer stopped, unable to say anymore. He was prepared for the worst but when he looked up, it was to see Y/n smiling softly, tears rimming her eyes.

"I know it is strange to ask," she began, taking a deep breath, "you being the King of Hell and all and me being just a sinner, not even an overlord or anything, but..." she took another deep breath, "would you like to go out with me? On a date - a real date - sometime?"

Vox

He would be a solid mix of Lucifer and Alastor

Because he and Alastor are very similar in some ways, but Vox for sure has confidence issues

This is turning into more of a stalker thing because Vox would definitely do his 'research'

He would use all the CCTV cameras in Hell to track Y/n's movements

And that wouldn't worry Velvette or Val, I mean, Vox does crazy shit like that all the time

But when Val asked if he was scouting new talent, Vox would get weirdly defensive

That would be the first tip off. The second tip off would be when Vox would begin to reorganize his schedule, something he was normally so neurotic about

Y/n would randomly run into him once on the street or as a part of his live audience and then a few weeks later, he would suddenly be everywhere

She'd be grabbing food at her favorite restaurant and he would just happen to be there, she would be shopping at a store that Vox just randomly decided to accompany a shipment from Velvette's label to, etc and he would always go out of his way to go up to her, to speak to her, to convince his way into Y/n letting him join her for dinner

He would also morph himself to what he thinks Y/n wants him to be

Every interest Y/n brought up just always happened to be something they had in common, no matter how obscure

And Y/n can kind of tell something is up with that? But just brushes it off because he can always back up his claims (when i say this man researches? He researches.) so Y/n just thinks it is a weird coincidence that they're so similar

Once they ran into one another enough, he would start trying to make real plans with her and Y/n would just not get it

"That was really nice. I feel bad that you paid though."

"We're in Hell, take advantage of good faith where you can get it." Vox replied with a cheeky smile, leaning back in his chair.

Everything was to his advantage, he had curated it that way. He knew that in this position, with this lighting, with the slight buzz from the wine that must be infiltrating Y/n's brain, there was no denying it - he was hot.

"So, uh," Vox began, looking away but keeping his tone light, exactly as he had calculated for maximal results, "we should hang out some time, ya know?"

"Hang out?" Y/n repeated, her brow slightly furrowed, her head cocked to one side.

"Yeah, meet up. Grab a bite. You know, hang out."

As he spoke, Vox raised himself, straightening his back. He emphasized the casual nature of his words with flourishing movements of his hands. He was absolutely, positively, and completely sure to keep his hands curled so that his claws would fall on the more elegant side.

Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah, I know what hang out means. Just that... isn't that what we're doing already?"

The waiter came back and the conversation paused momentarily as Vox signed the cheque and tucked his card back into his wallet. He was sure to flash it - enough that the light caught it but subtle enough that it wouldn't seem purposeful - as he found its home.

Y/n thanked the waiter politely, who flipped her off in response, before turning to Vox and thanking him once again for a lovely meal.

"It's nothing." he waved her off, "What else am I supposed to do with all this money."

Y/n laughed politely but said nothing. Vox cleared his throat, disguising his misstep with what could only be described as too much confidence. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table and his hands folded beneath his chin.

"Well, back to our previous conversation, I was hoping next time it would be a little more scheduled. I'm a busy man, you know."

"Oh yeah, totally." Y/n laughed as she began to get to her feet.

Vox jumped to his feet, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair before her fingers even had the chance to brush it.

"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?"

She seemed slightly surprised to find it held open for her. Whatever uncertainty Y/n had at the movement was quickly brushed away as she turned, allowing Vox to help her put her coat on.

"Just that, we always seem to run into one another, you know? Its almost weird, but I kinda like the spontaneity of it all."

Her coat now firmly on her shoulders, Y/n turned to Vox. It took everything in him to let his fingers only trail gently across the nape of her neck.

Y/n looked up at Vox, smiling brightly.

"So, you know, I'll see you around."

When she eventually agreed to planned hang outs, he would try and impress her at every turn. I am talking taking her to the opera and having a private booth trying to impress her.

Eventually, he will stoop to running gossip pieces concerning Y/n

Like, he would hire paparazzi to take photos of them and run speculation pieces with titles wondering who the little demoness was who seemed to have stolen the heart of the Media Overlord

He would hope the articles would make her wonder, maybe give her an idea, but instead Y/n just thinks they're funny.

Eventually the other Vees would have to get involved to either set Vox straight, or make Y/n realize what was going on

I feel like Vox would be someone to stoop so low as to just admit to his feelings (this is joking and teasing. He would see it as stooping low)

He would plan it all out ahead of time with Val and Velvette's help

Like, maybe they would find him trying to plan something and just take over. Like, 'You're trying to impress her? You're trying to get with this bitch? Oh no, this wont do.' and they'd hijack it entirely

He'd be super embarrassed and it'd be super cute

Lute

This bitch has no patience and honestly? I love her for it.

Like, she would not be able to take an oblivious Y/n at all

But also, Lute's idea of sending signals is like, not screaming at you as much? Going the slightest bit easier on Y/n in training?

Or, it would be the opposite. She would be extra mean and like, completely ignore Y/n to the extent that Y/n would think Lute hates her

With Adam, she is patient, but she also knows it is impossible so she doesn't really try. She is devoted to him more than anything else and yes, he manipulates her through that devotion but also, she never tries anything with him. If she saw someone as a true possibility and started dropping hints, she would have such a short fuse. It would be so embarrassing for her. She wouldn't be able to handle it.

Lute would also have to work through so much internalized homophobia to even get to the point of acknowledging that she wanted Y/n

If Y/n was a winner and not another exorcist then I think she would just straight up never drop hints.

Like, I am being so real, Lute would be as oblivious as the Y/n, and then something - like a near death experience for Y/n - would happen and it would hit her like a fucking truck

Time seemed to slow to an almost imperceptible crawl. Y/n hung in the air, her wings splayed, golden blood spilling from the place the cannibal's spear had slashed across her chest. It was beautiful in a way, but there was this noise in the background, this screaming.

The noise of battle had always comforted her in a way and Lute could tell, this wasn't part of it. It was different, baser, more animalistic, intertwined, and yet, in some fundamental way, above. It took Lute a second to realize the sound was coming from her.

In an instant, Lute was beneath Y/n. Her wings were soft against her arms, or, they would have been if Lute hadn't been wearing such armor.

Eyes crunched shut in pain, every muscle tensed, nothing else mattered. Lute needed to get her through the portal.

There was no time to think, no time to process the confusion, the conflict. Lute had always thought Y/n was weak, hadn't she? Wasn't this just proof of that, getting felled so easily? So soon into the battle? Hadn't Lute always found her too small, too soft, too delicate, too...

There would be time for this later. Now, heart pounding behind her breastplate, for the first time in her life, Lute was certain of what she needed to do, regardless of what her master may think.

Like, once Lute got her shit together, she would literally just bully Y/n

Eventually Y/n would work up the courage to confront her and Lute would have no choice but to spill her guts

"I just don't get it." Y/n mumbled from her place on the ground.

Lute scoffed.

"What was that?" she asked, cupping a hand teasingly behind her ear.

Slowly, Y/n lifted her head, her hair falling from before her face. Their eyes met and Lute was surprised to find that the exorcist before her was not angry, not hurt, not really, well, anything. It wasn't that she was apathetic, per say, just that after all this time, Lute had expected her to be mad.

"I said, I just don't get it." Y/n shrugged.

Lute rolled her eyes, letting her hands come to a rest on her hips. Still, Y/n did not stand. Instead, she merely watched.

"Get what." Lute spat out at last, trying to still the raging of her wild, raving heart.

Y/n threw her hands out to the sides, looking around as if to say: this. After a moment, she sighed, letting her arms fall back to her sides.

"Why you target me like this."

Lute's heart was in her throat. She'd fought a thousand times, in a thousand situations. She was second in command of the Holy Army, for Heaven's sake! And yet, for all those fights, all those battles, Lute had never felt so scared.

So emo

Eventually Y/n would get it out of Lute and she'd be so shocked that she'd need a little bit to process.

Lute would also probably run away after confessing? I don't know, I feel she'd be very soft and not know how to handle acknowledge romantic love

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