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Hazbin Hotel episode 8 scene redraw. I mean he deserved it but Lute's reaction killed me :,(
[Original scene]
No Use Trying To Fight It
Happy birthday @niafromheaven!!
Emily x Adam X Lute (AngelicGuitarSword), angst, no happy ending.'
TW/CW alcohol, heavily implied depression, queerphobia, implied/referenced abuse, swearing
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ADAM | “I Miss You, I’m Sorry” - Gracie Abrams
Adam stared blankly at Charlie, who was going on a rant about happiness and marshmallows and shit to Alastor across the room. He resisted the urge to laugh at her stupidity. As if true happiness even existed. Charlie’s idea of the word was really just bliss. Two completely different things.
Ever since his death, Adam had done a good job faking to Charlie how grateful he was for the second chance she had granted him, and how determined he was to make a change in his afterlife.
When really, all he wanted to do was become good enough that maybe he would prove himself wrong and go back to heaven.
Wanting to prove himself wrong was never something he had thought would happen. Fuck it. It was too hard to be sober this week. Adam got up, left the room, and trudged over to Husk’s bar. The flying cat wasn’t there, so he just poured himself a huge glass of beer, downing it all in one gulp. Adam looked around to decide what type of alcohol he’d consume next.
You know, drinking that much will only make you sadder, Emily’s voice echoed in his head.
“Stop it,” he hissed. “You’re not here.”
He hadn’t heard of anything concerning Emily for the last few months. Adam could only hope that Sera wasn’t lying to her and locking her up and “protecting” her again.
She probably was. Sera wouldn’t change.
Adam uncorked a bottle of cheap booze and took a few long gulps straight from the bottle. It burned his throat, but distracted him enough that it was worth it.
Emily still wasn’t getting herself out of his mind. Was Sera hurting her? Threatening her? Forcing her to do her bidding? Adam started to breathe heavier. Adrenaline and anxiety coursed through his veins. He collapsed to the ground, unable to support himself.
Lute’s voice appeared in his head. The high and mighty leader of the Exorcists, in a heap on the floor of Lucifer’s brat’s hotel. Toughen up, Adam.
“I can’t,” he gasped.
Emily again, You failed me. You lied, just as much as Sera did. And then you couldn’t even save yourself in the battle.
“I’m sorry.”
It was his fault, it was all his fault. He deserved this pain and fear and hurt. And worse, he’d been too much of a fucking coward to even tell them how he felt before he died.
EMILY | “Rumors” - Ava Max
Emily stood crooked over a thick novel, combing through every page, searching for some hidden meaning in the words. The only thing she could decipher from it was that the title, Les Miserables, perfectly described the mood in Heaven these last few months, what with the constant rumors. About a lot of things- the exterminations, Sera’s authority, the fabric of Heaven itself- but especially about Adam.
He was gone for good, true death.
He was in Heaven but waiting, biding his time.
He was in Hell and an overlord.
She didn’t want to believe any of them, although something had to have happened. You can’t rewind time and go back to when you didn’t know your sister was a liar, when your crush wasn’t maybe dead, when your other crush wasn’t a walking shell of a being.
At least she wasn’t ashamed to admit her emotions, unlike most people she’d spent her life speaking to.
Everyone had always thought of Emily as the innocent one, the sweet one. Sera’s naive little sister. And she had to keep up that persona now, as always. Feelings had never mattered to Sera, and they certainly weren’t about to start mattering to her now- especially when those feelings involved the wish to be in a relationship that, if Emily were to bring up with Sera, the seraphim would perceive as unfaithfulness, what with her conservative mindset.
And as much as Sera was a liar and a turd, Sera was all Emily had. And she couldn’t give that up for a relationship that would never happen.
Emily read a few more words and slammed the thousand-page tome down on her desk.
Air, that was what she needed. Fresh air, maybe some of those chocolate-dipped strawberries they had down in the lobby. Emily could take care of herself. She stepped out onto the balconies and took a few breaths.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
She went on like that for a few minutes until she was a bit calmer. Alright, Em, see? It’s not so bad after all. Now keep your mouth shut, attend Sera’s meetings, don’t under any circumstances even look at Lute…
You can do this.
You’ve always done this.
You’re stronger than they think.
LUTE | “champagne problems” - Taylor Swift
Lute had always dealt with her negative emotions in one way and one way only: Violence.
Punching a wall, sword fighting another Exorcist, killing a few sinners- anything, really, as long as it involved violence or weapons of some sort.
But that’s because her negative emotions had always fallen into one of three categories: Anger, cockiness, disappointment.
Never anything close to “sad”.
But she fucking sucked at describing how she felt, and “sad” was really the only word she could come up with to explain this… this weird feeling, almost like her soul was being ripped out of her body, like she couldn’t control her limbs enough to get up and stab something. Or someone. Stabbing someone sounded really satisfying.
What was that thing Vaggie had always said to her? Oh, right. You need to find ways to cope with your emotions other than extreme violence and cruelty.
Kind of ironic, considering what had ended up happening to Vaggie.
What Lute had done to Vaggie.
Lute rolled her eyes. Everyone made mistakes, right? But your mistakes end up either killing or permanently injuring people… That’s normal. That’s very normal. That’s kind of what you were created to do. It’s fine.
Ugh, there were people outside of her door, and they were talking very loudly, and maybe she should stab them to make them shut the fuck up. But, wait. Would stabbing them be considered sanctioned, or would she have to sit through one of Sera’s lectures about self-control again?
And if she had to sit through one of Sera’s lectures about self-control again, would she at least get to see Emily as a result? And why the fuck did she want to Emily? Get a grip on yourself, you are the lieutenant- now commander- of the Exorcists. You represent Heaven. You are too strong to-
The people outside her room weren’t done talking.
Two of her Exorcists, neither of them liked her that much.
“...heard she wanted to fuck Adam,” one of them said.
Were they talking about her? “Please, we both know she’s one of those gay freaks. Probably had her eye on Sera or something,” the other responded,
Shit, they were definitely talking about her.
They didn’t think she was in her room. At this time of day, she was always training. They were just having fun gossiping about her in front of her own door.
“Damn asshole. She deserves to end up in hell, just like Adam.”
“Hah! She’d be happy, wouldn’t she? Get to be around those fuckups just like her.” Fuckup.
They were right.
Wait- what about Adam?
“Can’t believe Sera never told her. Guess she wouldn’t want her or our little bitch of a princess to go running off looking for them.”
Emily.
Sera had lied.
Again.
Lute heard some more laughter, and then the Exorcists walked off.
Emily.
Lute needed to tell her- but she couldn’t. Emily didn’t want to talk to her. Emily hadn’t even looked at her since the battle.
There was nothing she could do.
<Hope you have a much better birthday than these guys, Nia! <3>
The urge to write a Guitarspear fanfic in which Adam is a famous singer and Lute is his manager who secretly can sing really well and loves it but never got the chance to pursue it.
The Circle of Vengeance - Chapter One
Here's an angsty Guitarspear fanfic! Let's see how many chapters I can write of this before y'all get tired of my insanity! Chapter Summary: Lute makes a choice and Charlie loses her shit. Also push doors play their role as the eighth deadly sin.
Lute heard the news from Saint Peter. Sera had let it slip that Adam had been reborn- as a sinner. As a demon.
It couldn’t be right; there was no way Adam, her Adam, could possibly be in Hell.
Except that it was Adam, and that alone made it make sense.
But- she couldn’t think that. There had to be a mistake. God must have- No. No, it was impossible. God didn’t fuck up.
Well, this time he must have, because Adam didn’t deserve to be in Hell.
He’d killed people, but on Heaven’s orders, and he was the first man, for fuck’s sake. Didn’t that count for anything?
Lute needed to do something to fix this. She couldn’t discuss it with God, but Sera- she reported directly to Sera now, and the angel had decided they needed to have weekly meetings now. To make sure everything is running smoothly, was Sera’s excuse. The lieutenant knew the truth, though. To keep Lute in line.
Lute looked down at the spear she gripped tightly in her hands. The spear that had killed demons, earning her Adam’s favor and praise.
They’d never really defined their relationship. Boss and employee? Co-murderers? We’re totally just friends, but, like, I’d fuck you if you asked?
All of the above?
Lute made her way to Sera’s office, grinding her teeth together, hoping this would go over well.
She braced her hand on the cobalt doorknob and pulled it open.
The door was locked.
The fuck…?
Sera never locked her door. Not once in the many millennia of Lute’s existence had Sera ever locked her door.
Lute slammed her body against the door, mentally screaming at the damn thing to stop being so annoying, and it flung open.
Fuck, Lute, it’s a push door! Why do you keep forgetting that?
Every. Fucking. Time.
“Commander, there you are,” Sera said. She sat at a bronze desk, with two chairs made of the same material on opposite sides.
There used to be a third for Adam.
Lute clasped her hands behind her back and inclined her head. “Your Majesty.”
“Sit down, Commander, we need to speak about these incident reports,” the Queen of Heaven ordered.
Commander. Lute still hadn’t gotten used to that.
“Your Majesty, I actually have… a different matter of business that I feel must be discussed with you,” Lute said, lowering herself into the chair.
“Go ahead,” Sera told her, waving her hand.
“I heard about what happened to Adam,” Lute murmured. “I was wondering… if you knew why?”
Sera burst out laughing suddenly. “You don’t mean to tell me you’re surprised?”
“Well… I am, Your Majesty,” Lute said. “I am confused as to why someone in such a high, respected position as Adam would be allowed to…” “Become a sinner?” Sera finished. Lute winced. “It’s quite obvious. He has committed almost every sin there is. The confusing thing would have been if he’d wound up a winner!”
“But, Your Majesty… isn’t there anything we can do?” Lute asked.
“Do?” Sera repeated, her face twisted into a shocked expression.
“Yes, he is the First Man, there must be a way to… make an exception?” the lieutenant presumed.
“There are no exceptions,” Sera scoffed. “Adam said it himself, the rules are black and white.” “But-” “Lute, I am sorry that your fuckbuddy- boyfriend- whatever he was to you-”
“Boss,” Lute hissed.
“-Got himself cast down to hell. But unless you plan on taking the same path, I expect you to put that pretty little righteously sadistic smirk back on your face, remember your place, and make a plan with your Exorcists for how to exterminate the last of Hell, like you told me you wanted to.” Flames burned in Sera’s eyes.
“Your Majesty, please, there must be a way…” Lute begged, but it was to no avail.
“Do not question Heaven, abomination, or I may decide that you are no longer worthy of it!”
“Then fucking do it!” Lute screamed, her voice hoarse. “I know exactly how low you think of me, it’s only been a matter of time!”
“Oh, no, ‘Commander’,” Sera cooed. “You didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, did you? I’m giving you a choice. You can never speak of Adam again or you can join him. What will it be, Lute? Adam or God?”
To anyone else, the answer would have been obvious. Her shitty boss or everything she existed for?
But Adam wasn’t just her shitty boss.
He was her motivation, and she was his. He was the person always pushing her to work hard, but also to lay back, to relax, to enjoy her existence for once. And she was always there for him, the nights when the memories of Eve and Lilith came back too strong and he would try to drown himself in alcohol. And Lute was always ready to give Adam an ass-kicking when he needed one.
But Lute had a purpose in Heaven. Yes, that purpose was killing, but it was still a reason to wake up in the morning and suffer through another of sweat and Sera and unruly Exorcists.
But killing Adam?
She’d mutilated Vaggie because she couldn’t do her job properly.
But could Lute do her job, now that Adam was a sinner? Now that she was biased? This was why they didn’t let winners become Exorcists. Over ninety-five percent of them had someone they cared about who was a goddamn sinner.
And sinners were trouble incarnate.
But what if just one exception could be made…?
Vaggie didn’t get an exception.
…But why should Lute not?
Lute was more diligent than Vaggie, more adept at her job than Vaggie, more worthy than Vaggie.
Right? So then why did Vaggie get to be with Charlie? Why did Vaggie get someone who loved her, even though she was an angel? Even though she was a murderer?
Everyone loved Vaggie and everyone hated Lute.
Except for Adam. Adam and Lute had always been on each other’s sides, even when one or both of them inevitably fucked up.
When Adam had broken into hell unauthorized to steal porn films and booze and generally shit on Lucifer’s good time, Lute had taken half the blame and shared Adam’s sentence.
When Lute had accidentally stabbed another Exorcist during the exterminations, Adam had defended her to Sera and used the “one out per century” the Seraphim had told him he could get due to his First Man title to get her charges dropped.
Adam would never want her to sacrifice everything in her life for him.
But Lute didn’t know if she could live with herself if she didn’t.
To never see Adam again except at the end of her spear, to never even have his name escape between her lips again… it sounded more like Hell than anything Lucifer could create.
To lust was a sin, to want more was a sin.
But Adam had lusted and bragged, boiled over and envied, and everything else in the book that for anyone else, would pretty much be an automatic slam of the pearly gates in their face.
Adam, you stupid fucking idiot, I miss you more than anything and I don’t want to lose you.
“Make your decision now, Lute. Adam. Or. God.”
In the movies, it came out as a scream of wrath and disgust and confidence.
In the movies, there were tears streaming down the character’s face as
they spoke.
In the movies, there was no doubt in their eyes.
This was the opposite of a movie.
And Lute’s suddenly shaky voice was so quiet she could barely hear herself as she rasped, “Adam.”
—
Lute gripped her nails into a brick building, trying to keep herself upright and conscious. The blood from where her wings used to be was drying on her back. Sera had ripped her prosthetic arm off as well, and Lute missed that already too.
She had no time to sit around and weep. She’d made her choice; there was no undoing it. Now she had to find Adam.
Fuck, she missed that whiny little asshole.
She couldn’t exactly come up with a good plan of how to find him, though. Yell his name through the streets of hell like he was a lost puppy?
Somehow, Lute didn’t think that would yield the best results.
She pulled herself off of the wall and started walking down the streets of Hell, searching for Adam, ignoring the warm, sticky blood coating her body.
Her feet dragged down the pavement as she searched, wondering where the actual fuck he was and what he had gotten himself into this time.
“Lute?” a voice exclaimed behind.
She whirled around, hoping, pleading-
It was Charlie. No, please let her be hallucinating, anyone other than Vaggie’s girlfriend-
“The fuck are you doing here?” the princess demanded.
“What does it look like?” Lute asked in a condescending tone, gesturing to her missing wings and prosthesis.
“It looks like you got what you deserved,” Charlie hissed.
“Wow, demon princess, you’ve changed a lot since we last met. I kinda like it,” Lute remarked.
“You tried to kill Vaggie. Twice!” the demon screamed.
“Oh, yes, where is she, by the way? I thought you two were glued at the hip, how I never see one without the other!” Lute said, laughing a bit.
“Like I’m going to tell you that!” Charlie shouted.
“Do I look like I’m in any position to be fighting someone right now?” the angel said.
“Lute, I know you, you’re always in a position to fight everyone!”
“Aww, little princess doesn’t think she can take me in a duel?” Lute cooed.
“Little princess thinks she has something you want,” Charlie said, horns beginning to sprout from her head.
“And what would that be?” Lute asked nonchalantly.
A kick landed itself in Lute’s back, knocking her to the ground, out of breath.
The fuck..?
When she looked up, Vaggie was towering over her.
“Him.”
Vaggie turned, gesturing to the avian demon behind her. He was different, and dirtier, but it was undoubtedly Adam.
“How long have you-” Lute started, but Vaggie cut her off.
“About a month.”
Adam was bleeding, what had happened, what had they done to him? She had to protect him, she had to avenge him, what did they do-
Lute jumped up and whirled her dagger towards Vaggie, screaming something incoherent, but before she even got a chance to strike, she was surrounded by Vaggie on one side and Charlie- in her full demon form- on the other.
The princess looked ready to murder her.
Charlie’s hand pinned Lute to the ground, and her voice was bursting with Wrath as she hissed, “I won’t be killing you today. That would be a mercy. You tried to take Vaggie from me. I will do the same to you.” Charlie released her so quick, Lute didn’t have a second to fight before Vaggie stabbed her spear into Adam’s chest. Lute watched him gasp for air before collapsing to the ground.
Something came across Charlie’s eyes at that moment, likely satisfaction.
Lute crumpled, and again, the world went dark.
I thought of a thing yesterday
Y'all remember 'I am a superstar' trend (the one where the lyrics was "I've got a red Ferrari, I am a superstar"). Yeah, so, can someone do that with Adam and Lute please?! And maybe post it on tumblr? Idk how to edit T-T
Also the part of the lyrics "I love a lot of women" fits Adam so well
I thought of a thing yesterday
Y'all remember 'I am a superstar' trend (the one where the lyrics was "I've got a red Ferrari, I am a superstar"). Yeah, so, can someone do that with Adam and Lute please?! And maybe post it on tumblr? Idk how to edit T-T
eeerm why is there a guitar and a spear on my doorstep
A:(mutters) All the ladies in the world want my d**k
L:Of course Adam, of course
sorry about that last post! please survive everyone 🐶💛🪶
Adam & Lute….. if Adam lived
Mmmmmm ok I’m going to bed
eeerm why is there a guitar and a spear on my doorstep
“Lilith left me, Eve too. But you, Lute… you stayed by my side until the end.”
His death made me feel empty inside
Lute x Adam | fluff ig
Adam was inside his own place he was given when he arrived in heaven. His LED mask and robe on the table in the kitchen. He sipped on his drink he recently got. He made a weird face as he thought about Lute. This morning, Lute had kissed him then walked away. The whole situation was stuck in his head.
He picked up his phone and texted her. After a while, he checked it... no response or left on read. "Damn it," He grumbled then proceeded to toss his phone on the couch. As he walked around his home, he thought the whole time. His thoughts were broken by the sound of knocking on the door. "Huh?"
He said under his breath. Footsteps echoed in the long hall between his bedroom and the door. His hand reached for the handle and opened it to see... Lute! "Oh... hey," He slightly smiled. "What're you doing here?" Lute looked up at Adam's tall and chubby figure.
"I wanna just talk." She spoke in a strict tone, which was surprising to Adam somehow. He allowed her to walk in then shut the door behind her. Lute walked to the living room, sat on the brown couch, Adam following behind her. The silence filled the room for only a few moment before Adam spoke up.
"Why'd you kiss me?" His tone soft and calm despite being so confused. He never had any respect for women other than possibly Sera and Lute. Those two were exceptions. "I felt like it. Why? Not like it?" She asked.
"I-i mean i..I... did but it was just really surprising and fast." He spoke slowly as he thought about his words. Lute looked at him in his light grey Black Sabbath shirt and his black sweatpants. His beautiful golden yellow eyes looking into her own. "Could we possibly redo it but not as quick?" He asked.
Lute blushed and nodded. They slowly leaned closer until their lips met. Anywho, hours later they were cooking together. Adam being stupid and making jokes as Lute was fakely annoyed...