Helluva Hazbin x Fem Reader

Feelings Array

*Adam POV*

Walking into the training grounds today feels different, a mix of anticipation and frustration boiling just under the surface. I wake up with her on my mind again, and I hate it- the loss of control, the constant pull toward someone I shouldn't be thinking about this way. It's an itch I can't scratch, a warmth that lingers even when I try to focus on anything else. My entire purpose here is to guide, to train, to fight. Yet, somewhere along the way, I let something else slip in, something dangerous. I know I should shake it off, push it away, but the closer I get to the training grounds, the impossible it seems.

The moment I step around the trees, I see her. Y/N, standing there, warming up. It's like my mind blanks. Every feeling I was trying to hold back, every hint of restraint, feels stretched too thin. Her presence is like a magnet, pulling me in, demanding my attention. Her gaze briefly meets mine, and in that instant, I feel everything I'm trying to deny: the warmth, the draw, the need to be near her. But, I force my face to stay neutral, trying to keep my thoughts from spilling out. Even as we begin, I'm fighting to stay steady, to keep my feelings in check. I'm the one who's supposed to have control, yet around her, I feel it slipping away.

*Lute POV*

I didn't sleep well last night. The thought of Adam and Y/N training together gnawed at me, a relentless reminder of the invisible wall that seemed to grow between us. 'I've been by Adam's side for so long, and we understand each other on a level that goes beyond words. But lately, it's felt like he is drifting, like there's a part of him that's slipping away from me and it's all because of her. I've worked too hard, waited too long to let someone else take him from me, especially someone who hasn't even begun to understand what he needs.' When I walk onto the training grounds and see them together, that pang of jealousy hits me all over again. They're already in sync, moving through the drills, and the sight cuts deeper than I'd like to admit. I keep my face neutral, though pretending that it doesn't bother me as much as it does. But every time they share a glance, every little movement between them feels like a challenge, a threat. Each glance like a language of its own. I feel the jealousy rising inside of me. The anger simmers like a bitter edge of resentment that's only growing stronger. I tell myself to stay calm, to bide my time. I'll get my moment to step in and remind him of what we share. I just have to be patient. For now, I hold back. Watching. Waiting.

*Adam POV*

Training with Y/N today feels off-balance somehow, like the usual rhythm has been disrupted. There's an edge to her movements, something tense that wasn't there before. I try to keep things normal, focusing on the session, but I catch myself watching her between drills, studying the way she pushes herself. It frustrates me. I'm her trainer; I shouldn't be distracted. But here I am, battling to keep my attention on the task at hand.

I notice the slightest shift in her gaze, a glance that lingers longer when our eyes meet. She looks away quickly, almost as if she is trying to hide something, but it's too late. I've already seen it. That flicker in her eyes sends a rush through me that I'm barely able to ignore. I feel the pull toward her again, the warmth that's been simmering since that other night, and it's throwing me off. Suddenly, I'm the one hesitating, struggling to keep my mind clear. The quiet tension builds, unspoken but unmistakable, and I feel myself battling what I know I should do and what I want.

By the end of the session, I'm barely holding it together. "Good work." I manage to say, keeping my voice steady, hoping she doesn't pick up on the flicker of something else underneath. She nods, her gaze dropping to the ground before flickering back to me, and there's a moment - brief but electric - where neither of us says anything. I open my mouth to speak, to break the silence, but the words don't come out. 'How can I tell her the thoughts circling in my mind? How can I let her know that these stolen glances, these moments that seem to last a lifetime, have started to mean more to me than I should ever admit?'

*Lute POV*

Watching Adam with Y/N feeling like a knife to the heart. Every small, silent exchange between them digs deeper into my jealousy. 'It's not fair. I've been by his side, loyal and dedicated, yet somehow she's managed to get under his skin. 'Bitterness rises within me, resentment taking root. 'She has no idea what she's doing to him. What she's doing to us. This can't go on. I won't let her take him from me without a fight.'

Later, while we are alone I confront Adam. I keep it subtle, casual even, leaning against a tree. "So, you're training Y/N one-on-one now, huh?" I let my voice carry a slight edge, just enough for him to catch it.

He glances at me, his face neutral but guarded. "She needs the extra training. Nothing more."

"Right," I cross my arms, studying him, watching for the slightest flicker of emotion. "It's just... I'm here... If you ever want someone else to handle it. I know her progress is important, but it doesn't have to be you." I try to keep my voice steady, masking my desperation.

But Adam only nods, saying nothing more. Frustration wails up inside me. 'He's shutting me out, and I can't stand it. If I can't get through to you, maybe it's time to try a different approach.'

*Adam POV*

Lute's offer catches me off guard. 'She's never shown much interest in training others. I probably would let her, but the truth is even if I wanted to switch, I know I would still find myself thinking about her, wondering if she is pushing herself too hard, if she's making the progress she needs, wanting to see her sweet smile when she...' I shake off the thoughts. 'No more.' I tell myself.

I'm drawn to her and the more I try to ignore it the stronger it gets. I feel something undeniable every time she's near me, a pull that's both magnetic and infuriating. I've tried to distance myself, tried to stay in control, but she's crept into my thoughts, into my routine, in ways I never saw coming. And now, I can't figure out how to keep it contained. How to keep it from consuming me.

'I'm losing control and that's dangerous.'