#awakened lute

[anthurak]

Calling this now: If Lute gets her own solo-number in season 2, it is almost DEFINITELY going to be an homage to 'Hellfire' about/revealing/lamenting the extremely self-loathing, homophobic hate-crush that she has on Vaggie.

Or if they want to get EXTRA spicy, a crush she's developing on Vaggie and Charlie.

[gay-jesus-probably]

true suffering is working on outlining a fic and having a sudden flash of inspiration for something that is incredibly mean for the readers but works perfectly in the plot and then you realize that you can't just tell someone about your incredible idea with no context, you've got to actually write the whole damn fic for that one part to have any emotional impact.

anyways earlier today I had to scramble out of the shower to grab my phone and make a note (i have ADHD so speed is of the essence when it comes to recording these ideas), and the only thing that note said was, and i quote, "im killing that fucking horse". don't worry about what the fic is, or what fandom its for. just know that of my many WIPs, in at least one of them. i'm killing that fucking horse.

[toweringclam]

Ranking everyone's reactions to Lucifer saying he was going to fuck Adam by how into it they were

8. Vaggie

Would gladly accept a lobotomy if offered just to get the mental image out of her head.

7. Adam

Surprisingly, not the least into it. Still very not into it.

6. Lute

Perhaps a note of curiosity but mostly just confusion.

5. Husker

Bracing himself for the inevitable comment from Angel.

4. Angel

Pleased that for once, he doesn't need to say anything.

3. Vox

Concerned that this has awakened something in him but unsure what could possibly be left to awaken.

2. Valentino

Definitely awakened something in him, and he's gonna make it everyone else's problem.

1. Velvette

Fujoshi confirmed.

[adannyvasquez]

A bunch of head swaps: part 50

[branded-rose]

Adam sat upright in bed, a shout on his lips that dropped off as his wings shot out, smacking his lieutenant in the head and nearly pushing her off the mattress.

Lute met the rude awakening with all the urgency it deserved, springing up and drawing her fists in front of her defensively as Adam let loose a string of profanity.

She quickly drew up the blind to let light into the room before she darted around the bed; her eyes scanning the room quickly for signs of danger even if she knew there shouldn’t be anything. 

It was Heaven. What threat would there realistically be?

When she was satisfied she returned to the bed, about to ask her superior officer what sick joke he was pulling when she stopped.

Adam was pale, his hands trembling as he brought them up to wipe cold sweat from his brow. A string of curses still fell from his lips, albeit strained.

She tentatively reached a hand out, placing it gently on his shoulder.

“Uh… Sir?”

Adam flinched, turning his head to meet Lute’s concerned expression. He forced a smile and shrugged, trying his very best to play the whole thing off.

“What? Just a nightmare. Geez you’re acting like we’re being attacked or something. @#$%#@ relax.” He forced a laugh and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Lute fell silent a moment, examining her commander closely. It wasn’t often she saw him so… uncertain. So shaken. Even in times he was unsure of himself he typically covered it up with bravado.

She scooted closer, pushing on his shoulder to encourage him to turn so she could realign some of the golden feathers in his wing that had dislodged when he’d struck her.

“What was it about?” Her fingers very delicately and precisely moved over the wing, sliding the feathers back into place and easing any discomfort. Something that was visible as she watched Adam’s posture relax.

“Just… human stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” He ran a hand through his messy hair.

“I was human once too.”

“Yeah well-“ He scratched the back of his neck, agitated. “-You wouldn’t get it. And besides that was @#$%#@ forever ago.”  

“You were an angel hundreds of years before I was.” Lute retorted.

“Yeah… and? What’s your @#$#@% point?”

The exorcist felt her eyebrow twitch, yanking on his wings to pull him towards her.

“You’re not the only one who understands the horrors of living.”

Adam paused for a long moment, considering his lieutenant’s words ever so briefly before turning so their faces were just inches apart. 

His expression softened. “I thought you were ‘reborn’?”

“I was.”

“So then when was the last time you had a nightmare?”

Lute’s jaw opened only to close again. She hadn’t had a nightmare in decades. Or if she had she couldn’t recall what it was exactly. Certainly nothing to startle her awake.

He turned away from her, pulling back briefly to rub his face.

“That’s what I thought. Must be nice.”

She watched him for an additional moment before she got up and closed the blinds, allowing the room to fall back into darkness.

“You should go back to sleep.” She uttered softly, her chin grazing against his shoulder.

“Hmm? Oh… yeah.” He waited for her to get comfortable before he drew close, his arms and wings wrapping around her small frame, almost protectively.

Possessively.

Lute settled into the embrace, familiar and warm as it was. She couldn’t help but smirk softly as she rested her chin on top of his head, his ear against her chest.

“Hey… Lute. You… won’t betray me or whatever, right?” He muttered softly, his tone laced with uncertainty.

Lute’s brows furrowed slightly, confused by the suddenness of the question.

“Of course not, Sir.” Her grip on him tightened ever so slightly, a small smile on her lips.

“…I wouldn’t dare.”

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Idea/prompt from the amazing @kimik0hippie! Seriously, their stuff singlehandedly inspired me to come out of my 800000 year hiatus and actually do illustrations again. So please go check their art out. ;D

Adam & Lute © Vivziepop/A24

Artwork © Branded-Rose

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Sixteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Sixteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Sixteen]

Lute’s heel dug sharply into your back. Another surge of hot blood bubbled up in your throat. Lute wrenched her spear from your wing, a trickle of gold tracing the air as she pulled it up. Your wing twitched in agony. 

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up. “I should just kill you right now,” she spat. “Save Hell-“ a jerk of the spear towards the glowing rift- “From being graced with your presence.” She released you roughly and you stumbled forwards. 

You whirled around, eyes shakily fixed on the glint of her blade as she brought it up in the air, aiming for where your wings met your back. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the searing blow.

Something clattered onto the floor.

You opened your eyes a crack. The spear lay on the floor at Lute’s feet. Her hands were curled into fists, back rigid.

With tears streaming down her face.

“Lute?” You choked out. She flinched back, then grabbed you by the collar, heaving you close.

“You fucking bitch,” she spat. “I loved him.” She was crying like she’d never cried before. Worse than when she was sitting on your couch. Her shoulders racked with sobs, face red. “He was the closest, the truest friend I’d ever had.” 

Adam.

Your gut wrenched with pain and misery. 

She shook you a little. “And you. You and I.” Her eyes clouded even further. “I love you too, [name]. I loved you. I was going to love you.” She loosened her hold, fingers going slack. “Do you realize how much I liked you? Everything you did for me…” more tears bubbled up and over, streaking down her cheeks. “But you just had to fuck it up.” 

You grabbed her wrist, fingernails digging into her pale skin as your heart pounded against your ribcage, as if it was begging to be let out. “You don’t have to do this,” you said shakily. Her fingers unfurled, letting go of you. You stumbled back. The portal whirled and shook behind you like an awakened beast. 

“You didn’t have to fuck Lucifer either, did you?” She seethed. “Don’t you see, [name]? It’s not my fault, it’s yours. You’ve brought this on all of us. Me.” Another tear slipped down her face. 

“Adam.”

You were curling over the toilet bowl, nausea swirling on your gut. Adam was dead. He was never coming back. 

“Sera.” 

Sera smiled at you approvingly, believing you unconditionally and all the lies that spilled from your lips. She’d thought she was looking at the purest soul in all of Creation. Her smile morphed into a disappointed, patronizing scowl as you fell to the ground. 

“Emily.”

Emily tackled you to the ground in a hug, worried to death. “Adam said you went missing.” She screamed at you, voice burning with betrayal. “Tell me you didn’t know.” She then screamed at Sera, begging her to spare you. “It’s just love. Why are you punishing her for being in love?”

Why are they punishing me for being in love?  

Lute’s head whipped back.

Your hand smarted with pain. A trickle of blood dripped over her lips, down her chin.

“You need to stop fucking blaming me for this, Lute,” you seethed, the venom in your voice dripping onto her, burning her. She recoiled. “Me and Lucifer weren’t some fling, some random fuck. I love him.”

She slowly licked the blood from her lips. “Does he love you?”

A seed of doubt made your body stutter to a standstill. “Of course he does.” 

Lute wiped her mouth, and the blood smeared. “Fuck you, [name]. I hope he doesn’t. I hope you realize what a fucking mistake you’ve made.”

Another blow of pain landed in your chest, where her foot planted and knocked you back. She grabbed you by the collar. The edges of the portal swirled even closer now, burning you with the promise of a fall from grace as you teetered back, the only thing holding you being Lute.

“I ought to cut off your wings and leave you for the hellspawn, for them to rip you apart.” She snarled. But then her face softened. “But I won’t.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. “Wha-“

She let go.

The last thing you saw was Lute’s miserable face glaring at you through the portal, and the red sky as you fell.  

♱♱♱

You twitched. 

Every part of you was aching. Your ribs, your head. You groaned, stirring. A stab of pain jabbed at your shoulder blades. White feathers lay scattered around you. You picked yourself up, trying to ignore the agony and blood dried and dark, crusting the tip of your wing. 

The hell-baked pavement seared underfoot. It burnt your palms as you pushed yourself up. You looked up.  

Everything was red. 

The buildings, the sky. The people. Sinners roamed the streets, their demonic forms unfamiliar to what you were used to, that being soft white feathers and shiny new buildings. Not this crumbling hellscape.

You clutched your arms, looking around frantically as sinners stopped to look at your curiously. They advanced.

“An angel?”

“It’s a fallen angel.”

Hungry eyes glowed at you from the crowd.

“You think I can-“

You tuned the voice out before it could list the atrocities its owner would have liked to commit to you, focusing on another.

“Poor thing.”

Could sinners have a heart?

Your mind rushed and swirled like a raging river of panic as you looked up. A huge tower loomed above you, encasing you in its shadow. The large doors at the bottom, in front of you, clanged open.

What you could only describe as a tall, hideous, bald creature slunk out, smoke curling between it’s lips, a large gun in it’s hands.

“The fuck’s all this?” It grumbled. Then it’s red hot eyes settled on you, and it’s eyebrows shot up as it’s gaze roved down your body. 

That thing has definitely molested something in it’s lifetime. It’s state was violating, penetrating. You wrapped your wings around you like a shield. 

Your wings.

Lute hadn’t cut of your wings.

The shock had barely registered by the time before the ugly creature flicked its head, and two sinners came and gripped your arms. Your mind flashed back to the exorcists as they dropped you on the cold floor of the Seraphim’s office. 

You struck out. “Let go of me,” you hissed, clawing at their wrists. But you were too weak. The crowd burst into commotion. 

“Why the fuck do you get her?” A harsh voice shouted from the crowd. 

A shot rang out. The sinner who had spoken out crumpled to the ground. 

The creature pushed it’s gun back under it’s arm. Another demon stepped out through the doors, and you were so dazed that you didn’t even care that he had a TV for a head. He reached up with a clawed hand for the creature’s shoulder.

“Val,” he said, smile and voice strained, “What the fuck is going on.”

And then his eyes landed on you. 

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly a hand with a cloth closed over your mouth. You inhaled, and your brain grew fuzzy. You tried to pull away but your limbs wouldn’t move.

You crumpled to your knees, as the world faded to black. And the last thing you saw was the creature, grinning with malice, and the TV, errors flashing on his face from shock.

The darkness closed in. 

[milqueandsugar]

Can you do some Adam and/or Lucifer with a male reader who's basically their bi awakening? 🙏 super vague but I think it'd be especially interesting for Adam since he's so,, yknow

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Adam , Lucifer

⚠️ AMAB language used ⚠️

| ADAM |

Is soooo in denial about it

Let's be clear, heaven nor the angels are homophobic. He's just been around since literally the beginning of humanity and he is so confident in himself and that he knows himself and then one day a semi-hot sinner walks by with a fucking contagious smile and a tight ass and hair Adam wants to tug on when he-

Talks to Lute about it first, she states the obvious, he denies it, this goes on for some time

About the time it takes until he sees you at a concert, he catches a glimpse of you over the hottest chicks and without a second thought goes after you after the show

He's beating himself up, he's so stupid, he left a bunch of hot wanting groupies to chase some rando and you're not even-

Seeing you in line for a drink is the best and worst thing that's ever happened in his after life, fuck it life life too.

He invites you back stage where he's flirty and handsy but you start an awkward friendship

He texts lute the next morning about it, he catches himself right after he sends it , he sounds like a school girl with a crush so he deletes it right away and replaces it with how many hot babes he slept with last night

Which was none he spent the entire time playing you music and getting wasted with you

He invites you to every one of his shows, best seats in the venue, free drinks, back stage pass

It's only when he blows off one of his favorite groupies to spend time with you that he realizes that he's cooked.

Takes a few weeks after that to start making a move, he just needs time to get over his pride before he can get under you

| LUCIFER |

Let's be honest he knew he was bi since he came our of gods metaphorical womb

One he started dating, then married Lilith, however he stopped thinking about that side of him

But she's gone, and for seven years he thought she took it with her, but then he met you

It was the first time he had seen Charlie since she started the hotel and between that and this Alastor asshole he hadn't thought much about you

But he saw how close you were wit Charlie, how willing to help you were with rebuilding, how... kind you were

It felt weird to call a sinner kind, but there you were

Sweet and honest and patient and everything he needed to feel whole again

He doesn't want to let that feeling go, let you go, he can't, so he turns on the charn

He let's himself fall into the warm fuzzy feelings of a developing crush, let's himself indulge in lingering touches and holding your are just a little longer then needed, he relishes in his time alone with you and is selfish with your attention

It doesn't take long for you to catch on, not when he looks at you with those love struck eyes and parted lips, like he's trying to take you in as a whole

And when he finally haves you in his arms he knows that he never lost that part of himself, it was just waiting dormant until he could meet you

[thedemonofcat]

No one ever enters Lettenhove and lives to tell the tale. For a long time, all its residents were part of a hive mind, hostile to outsiders.

Julian Pankratz, the young Viscount of Lettenhove, was used to following the collective will. However, one day, a bard managed to enter Lettenhove, and his music profoundly affected Julian.

It was as if Julian had awakened from a deep slumber, his mind now his own. Before the people of Lettenhove could execute the bard, he gifted Julian his lute, affectionately calling him 'Little Buttercup.'

Soon, in the dead of night, Julian, now calling himself Jaskier, fled Lettenhove. He began traveling as a bard, keeping Lettenhove a closely guarded secret—a secret he even kept from Geralt, though the witcher always suspected something.

Jaskier had been living in Oxenfurt for a while and was surprised when Geralt and Yennefer showed up at his door. The last time they saw each other was at Kaer Morhen. Now, Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer had traveled too close to Lettenhove, and Ciri had been captured.

They needed Jaskier, the only known person to have escaped Lettenhove, to sneak Geralt and Yennefer in to rescue Ciri. Despite the great danger, Jaskier agreed, wanting Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri to be happy, even if he wasn't part of the family.

[reblip-reblog]

Linked Universe Instrument Guide

(All of the Instruments in the Games)

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Sky:

•Goddess's Harp (SS)

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Four:

•Ocarina of Wind (MC)

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Time:

•Fairy Ocarina (OoT)

•Ocarina of Time (OoT/MM)

•Deku Pipes of Awakening, Goron Drums of Sleep, Zora Guitar of Waves (MM)

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Twilight:

•Horse Call (TP)

•Horse Grass/Hawk Grass (TP)

•Howling (TP)

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Warriors:

•Ocarina (HW)

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Wild:

•Hand Whistle (BotW)

•Humming (BotW)

•Kass's Bandoneon (BotW) Link is only shown playing this in the art for the LoZ Concert 2018

•Korok Leaf wind on Warbler's Nest Stones (BotW) sort of

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Wind:

•The Wind Waker (WW)

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Legend:

•Ocarina, from Flute Boy (ALttP)

•Ocarina, from Dream Shrine (LA)

•Dimitri's/Moosh's/Ricky's/Strange Flute (OoS/OoA)

•Harp of Ages (OoA)

•Bell (ALBW)

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Hyrule:

•Recorder (LoZ)

•Flute (TAoL)

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Instruments played by other Links:

•Spirit Flute (ST) unless you count this as Wind

•Golden Lute (CoH)

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Instruments not played by Link in-game:

•Grim Creeper's Whistle (LA)

•Instruments of the Sirens: Full Moon Cello, Conch Horn, Sea Lily's Bell, Surf Harp, Wind Marimba, Coral Triangle, Organ of Evening Calm, & Thunder Drum (LA)

•Sheik's Harp (OoT)

•Ganondorf's Organ (OoT)

•Guru-Guru's Crank Organ (OoT/MM/OoS)

•The Indigo-go's Bass, Piano, (Guitar), & Drums (MM)

•Happy Mask Salesman's Piano (MM)

•Sea Ukulele (OoA)

•Medli's Harp & Makar's Violin (WW)

•Skull Kid's Horn (TP)

•Cello, Biwa, Timpani, Drum, Flute, and Shawm of the Lokomos (ST)

•Monster Horn (SS)

•Swordsman's School Gong (SS)

•Milk Bar Flute & Guitar (ALBW)

•Kass's Bandoneon (BotW) Link is shown playing this in the art for the LoZ Concert 2018

•Hestu's Maracas (BotW)

•Hyrule Warriors Instruments: Sheik's Harps, Medli's Rito Harps, Skull Kid's Ocarinas, Marin's Bells, Zelda's Batons

•Cadence of Hyrule Instruments: Glockenspiel, Oboe, Maracas, Bass Guitar, Bongos, & Synth (CoH)

[horror-lady00]

Lute, looking dreamily at Adam: That man was my bisexual awakening.

Vaggie: Th- That man? That man!?... What the fuck is wrong with you?

[papil0nglegs]

Fallen angel!Adam x Moth Healer!Reader

Chapter 3: The beautiful light

(Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, cannibalism, and smoking

A/n: Just wanna thank all the peeps that were able to vote on the poll I made a few days ago <33 Had no idea what to do for the story so voting really helped me. Also this one’s kinda L O N G, I just had a lot of ideas for this part. (Also this song just reminded me of this fic listen to it PLS)

Adam’s pov:

Another weird ass dream, ever since I moved in this chicks hip-dip apartment I’ve been getting them. It’s mostly the day of the extermination, I can’t believe I didn’t turn back as soon as they started fighting back. Now I let everyone in heaven down, even Lute.

Whatever, I need to go wiz. I should probably stay quiet otherwise that butterfly bitch might wa-

Third dream pov (idk what to call it):

Before Adam can finish his thoughts, he looks towards the mirror, revealing his angel form but severely injured, and with a large gaping wound in his chest, surrounded by blood. Adam lets out a startled yelp, backing up against the bathroom door, awakening him.

Normal third pov:

Adam wakes up, startled at his new dream. He had still been lying on the couch, but his eyes wider than ever. He sits up, some of the leather couch sticking against his sweaty body, scratching the back of his head. The grey morning sky shined between the window blinds, he wanted to go back to sleep, but who could after a dream like that?

Adam rushes to the bathroom, quickly opening the door and turning on the lights, heading straight to the mirror. He gently touches his left horn, feeling a mix of relief but also disappointment that he’s back in his new body.

A lousy cough escapes his chapped lips, feeling that his throat is dry, and decides to get water from the kitchen tap, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. Sure it tasted weird and warm, but he didn’t care. He chugged the nearly the whole thing in one sip, with some water spilling from the cup to his chin hairs. Adam slams the cup against the table.

Suddenly, a displeasing alarm goes off in the distance. He realizes that he’s not alone in here, what could that alarm be for tho? Y/n steps out of from her room still in her pajamas, yawning.

“Oh Adam!... What are you doing up this early?” She asks while heading to the kitchen. “I dunno man, just felt like it.” He responds in annoyance, “What are you doing up this early? You’re the one with the annoying ass alarm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes a bit while opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen waffles, “I just have somethings to do today, so I thought I’d wake up early. I’m planning to pick up something from cannibal town.” She begins putting some waffles in a toaster while making herself a latte. “Gasp, you should totally come!!” Y/n exclaims excitedly.

Adam looks alarmed, offended even, and just stairs in confusion. “Y/n, why in the fuck, would I want to go anywhere, in this miserable place.” He says in a brutally honest manner. “I mean seriously, are you blind? Have you seen what goes on out there??” Adam pulls y/n to the window opening the blinds, revealing a guy getting his brains blown out.

Y/n cringes at the sight, “okay yeah it’s not great, but cannibal town is pretty enjoyable! Cmon you’ll see what I mean when we go there, plus you get to try out those wings of yours.” She says pointing at his scaly two scaly things, leading Adam to spread one of them a bit.

Y/n stares at Adam waiting for an answer, he sighs in annoyance, “eugh, fine I’ll go. Whatever means I can crash in here.” She then jumps in excitement, “Yess!! Also you’re going to have to pay at least half of the rent here if you wanna stay.” (He really thought 😭)

Time skip: 2hours

Adam waits on the couch waiting for y/n to finish up getting ready, y/n was lucky to find her old roommates clothes in his size. He has a leather jacket, along with black jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. He’s wearing the same boots he wore when he got here tho, he thought they’d look good with his jacket. Adam flinches at the sudden steps of y/n who just finished up, walking in the room.

“Sorry, I didnt scare you did I?” She says chuckling whilst brushing her hair. She had a long forest green skirt, along with a brown laced top and a cardigan that only reached her elbows. “So do you wanna fly or walk there? I can teach you how!”

Adam realizes, he has to pretend he doesn’t know how to fly, otherwise she might get suspicious. He assumes that since one angel has fallen, then there must be a shit ton. He can’t let her know that he’s the reason for the exterminations. “yeah, yeah totally totes you can definitelyteachmehowtoflymanandstuffhahahha” He rambles on while his eyebrows are furrowed and making finger guns to him, noticeably sweating his ass off.

Y/n notices this, then coming to a conclusion. “I know why you’re nervous, Adam..” She says gently, while looking up at him. Adam panics, nearly choking on his spit, “Ar-Ar you serious?”

“Yeah..

you must be afraid of heights!” She exclaimed happily, truly a eureka moment for this woman. Adam sighs in relief, the most unbearable relief anyone has ever felt. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, it’s always the tall ones.” She says shaking her head. “We don’t have to fly, Adam. It’s only a mile or two away, we’ll get there in no time!” Y/n adds picking up her messenger bag. “Now, let’s get going!” She says with a bright smile.

As they step onto the sidewalk, y/n notices that Adam seems a bit cautious. Normally when he was in hell it was to commit a massacre, not having to worry about a sinner hurting them because-well they couldn’t at the time. But now things are different, he’s one of them now.

“Relax,” Y/n starts, “just stay out of trouble, and stick with me. Oh and also watch your step, these guys are open to just taking a dump anywhere they’d like.”

The two begin to walk on the dirty sidewalk, y/n being extra careful about where she’s walking, but Adam doesn’t really mind stepping on a used condom or some junkies bag of coke.

“So, what’s it like up there?” Y/n asks, Adam gets alarmed at her question, stuttering a bit. “uuuUUP WHERE?”

“On earth! I heard that the sky is blue instead of red. And the animals there are not as scaly” y/n begins to stroke the soft hairs on her left wing, she was truly torturing this poor man. “How do the animals look here?” He asks, before y/n can respond,

splat!

A large red fleshy snake falls onto the ground, not really moving that much, just there. “I think that should answer your question” y/n then walks over the seemingly dead snake, while Adam does the same.

“So like, what do you guys do here all day?” Adam questions while sneering at the explicit posters causally displayed out in the open. “I mean, that depends on who you’re asking. Most people go on a rampage as soon as they get here, at least from what I see.” Y/n shrugs. “But sometimes you find a stable part of hell, or at least as stable as hell can be.” Adam becomes slightly intrigued about what she’s saying about hell. “Like, I work at a cafe around here. It’s nice but it’s a bit hard to keep up the wage when angels and demons wreck the place every now and then.” She says sadly, Adam feeling a wave of shame, that she has to live in constant fear while working because of others, and sometimes him.

Eventually, both y/n and Adam finally enter cannibal town. Adam being a bit wary, since he sees many familiar faces around the place, but not for good reason. Y/n then noticing, “Adam? You don’t look so good, is something wrong?” She questions. Adam begins to snap out of his cautious mode, “uhh, yeah?It’s not like on earth people are open to just eating each other out in the open-and NOT in the good way.” He scoffs, pointing to a gentlemen eating another’s guts out. “Oof, Rosie might wanna get that checked at.” Y/n says looking over at where Adam is pointing.

“And who the hell is Rosie??” Adam asks pretty loudly, “The mayor, but I’m sure she’s busy today. Anyways, I’m gonna go to the florist shop. Whole I go you can..” Y/n begins to look around, trying to find a place for Adam to get distracted, then finding a smoke store nearby. “-go to the smoke shop!” She suggests pointing nervously to the shop, hoping that her assumption wouldn’t offend him.

Adam stared at the shop for a bit, he had smoked before, but it was mostly when he was able to disguise himself as a human and go to earth. But he hasn’t done that in a while, last time he smoked he found himself passed out at the back of some hippies van. Ever since Sera made sure he was always watched whenever he went to earth.

“…yeah sure I’ll go smoke.” He submits. Y/n taking a breath of relief, “good! I’ll be in the shop if you need me” Y/n quickly gives him a nice 50, then going off to the flower shop.

Adam finishes his shopping trip pretty quickly, to be fair all he had was 50$ and the store was quite small. He just bought a bubbler and a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter of course. He sits on a bench that had been between the two stores, then smoking one of the cigarettes.

He sat on that thing for at least 6 or 7 minutes. As he was sitting, he did notice that this place was nicer than every other part of hell. A bit weird to think about, how just a few days ago they were trying to kill each other. A huge gust of wind blows his cigar onto the floor, and into a puddle to his left. His attention is then drawn into the reflection for a few seconds, but he shrinks away from the pain of realizing he’s a demon now, and turns away closing his eyes.

After a good 9 minutes, y/n comes out with a woven basket of lavender, as well as candles with flowers inside of them. “Oh I took so long didn’t I?” She apologizes. “They just had a great sale on candles I couldn’t resist!” Y/n begins to sit down with Adam, hoping to rest a bit after standing round for a bit. “So, how have your last few days been down here?”

“Shitty. Do you have any eyeliner?” Adam replies manspreading, him being slightly slouched down. Y/n then scurries in her bag, hoping to find some. “I didn’t strike you as the type to wear eyeliner.” She chuckles, handing him the small stick along with a hand mirror. “What shape do you like putting it? I like a thin feline, it’s cute but basic.” Y/n shrugs, “Do I look like Jeffery star to you? I don’t know the fuckin species of eyeliner.” He laughs shaking his head giving himself a soft Smoke. Y/n laughs along with him, setting down the basket of lavender and candles between them.

“I got the lavender stuff for you.” Y/n says, Adam pauses, looking over at y/n. “…you’re not that smart are you?” Adam stares judgmentally, y/n taking lots of offense to his comment but keeping quiet. “Why do I need flowers right now? I don’t need a pity gift, especially if they’re some fucking flowers.” Adam scoffs. “No, they aren’t a pity gift or anything, I can tell you haven’t slept peacefully ever since you’ve gotten here.” Y/n removes a bit of the cloth on the basket to take one of the lavenders out. “These will be able to help you, I can make tea out of them and they’ll help you out. Or we can use the aromatherapy I got with it too, just in case you don’t like tea.” Y/n offers, she reaches over to gently grab Adam’s hand places it on hers.

“I know you’re going through a lot Adam. You don’t have to tell me why, but I need you to know that hiding your feelings wont do any good for you.” She explains giving a worried but weirdly comforting look at him, “so please, let me help you.”

Adam stares into y/n’s maroon and green eyes. He then feels as if a big weight of pressure left his chest, he’s never been able to have a person understand him like this. Especially when they don’t really know who he is. Tears slowly form in his red eyes, as y/n pulls him in for a hug. Feeling the warmth in her body made him feel safe in a way, that he could trust her. That she can always help him when he needs it. He didn’t know the exact words for it, but all he knew is that he hadn’t felt this way ever since Eden.

Adam’s dream pov:

Both Adam and y/n had gotten back to the house, it was a nice trip back since Adam finally trusted her a whole lot more. Once they got back y/n gave Adam some lavender tea, sure he would rather drink a cup of literal vomit than tea but he was desperate to sleep soundly for once. Hell, he could even sleep in jeans if we wanted to.

Adam practically throws himself on the couch, immediately going to sleep as soon as his cheek hits the pillow. He dreams of nothing but a void of darkness, as others do, but in that void he sees a familiar face in it, carrying a beautiful light with it. As the light came closer, it transformed into something Adam can only described as beauty.

He wasn't sure who it was tho, he's seen many women in his life, but he couldn't poke out who it was, only little things.The way she laughed, felt like small bubbles popping in his head. and her teeth coming from her smile, like beams of light, peaking through clusters and clusters of trees. And her eyes, oh her gorgeous eyes, like two pearls shining against the sunlight. Whoever it was, was truly gorgeous. But who was it?

Lilith?

Eve?

Lute?

No, it can’t be

You just met her..

Y/n? ♡

[am-i-interrupting]

Just wanted to do a little list of requests & ideas I’ve got in the words. Feel free to send in stuff to add onto it. I just wanted to have it all in one place for my sake and thought I’d post it.

Good luck in advance on trying to decode some of my short hand.

Multiples:

Hyperactive— Lute & Velvette [SFW]

Kitten in Heat [NSFW]

New Reader Who Doesn’t Know People’s Importance [SFW]

Powerful Reader [SFW]

Pretty Princess— Velvette & Vox [SFW]

Reader Doesn’t Call Them Nicknames [SFW]

Red Lipped Revolution— 1950s [SFW]

Saying Goodnight [SFW]

Sweet but a Psycho [SFW]

Welsh [SFW]

Alastor:

“I’ve Already Taken Off My Shirt” -Veth Brenatto [SFW]

Make This Man Watch Golden Girls [SFW]

Licks Him Mid-Argument [SFW]

Photographed Memories [SFW]

TT— Caught Cuddling [SFW]

TT— Doll Parts [SFW]

TT— First Meeting [SFW]

TT— Shovel Talk From the Sins [SFW]

Husk:

Husk Fell Asleep, Reader Took a Picture [SFW]

Purrito [SFW]

Sunbathing Cat Style [SFW]

Lucifer:

Emotionally Drained Comfort [SFW]

Perv-Luci [NSFW]

Lute:

Handcuffs & Chains Excite Me [NSFW]

Uh-Oh, A Fucky-Wucky While Doing the Fucky-Wucky [NSFW]

Rosie:

Possession Kink Awakened Via Collar [NSFW]

Thick Thighs. . . Can Cause Someone to Pass Out if They Squeeze too Hard [NSFW]

Trying to be Better For Her [NSFW]

Velvette:

Meet the Business Partn— Vox, Put Down the Knife! It’s Just Vel’s Partner! [SFW]

Vaggie:

Charlie & Reader Send Vaggie Pictures [NSFW]

Domestic Cleaning [SFW]

Vox:

Gyaru!Reader [SFW]

Alastor’s Soul [SFW]

He Watches During Meeting? Okay, Bet. [NSFW]

Just a Sprinkle of Angel’s Dust [SFW]

Mothman vs Reader Battle Royale [NSFW]

Love You Like A Love Song [SFW]

OATSH— Heat Married Version [NSFW]

OATSH— Rosie & Vox team up [SFW]

OATSH— Two Hands Bloody [NSFW]

OATSH— Zippers [NSFW]

Poison Ivy [SFW]

Put the V in Virgin [NSFW]

Val Child. . . [SERIES— COMING SOON I have a problem pairing characters with people’s children & I know it]

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Regretful Curse

Inspired by art by @shelbyinubakilee

Sleeping Beauty Au

Everyone in the kingdom rejoiced at the announcement of Queen Sera giving birth to a baby boy. His name was Adam and everyone came far and wide to be there to celebrate his arrival.

Sera looked on lovingly at her baby, oh he was so special, since the passing of the King, Adam would be the only heir to the throne.

Many people brought gifts for the baby, even the angels came down from above to bless the prince.

The first angel was named Peter. "Your majesty, I would like to bless your baby with the gift of beauty and grace." Peter wiggled his fingers, baby Adam giggled as light dust floated down to him.

The second angel was named Emily. "I would like to bless your baby with the gift of song, may he have a heavenly voice." The same magic floated down from her hands as well making the baby laugh more.

Lastly, the third angel was one named Lute. "I would like to-" She was interrupted when the palace doors were blown open, causing everyone to jump with a startled yelp.

Sera gasped as Lucifer strolled in with his devilish grin. The King of Hell came up to the Queen, he side eyed the baby in the bassinet. "Sera, long time no see. I have to say, I'm rather disappointed that no one told me of this fine occasion."

"You weren't invited." Sera said firmly.

"Not invi- Oh dear, how embarrassing." Lucifer chuckled as he neared the baby in the crib. "My, and what a baby you have here."

Sera gasped, the guards aimed their spears at the devil. "Don't hurt him!"

Lucifer barked a laugh. "Don't be dafted woman, I would never harm a child. I too, would like to bestow a gift upon the young prince." The devil let his full demonic form poke out as he let his magic flow. "While yes, the prince will grow with grace, beauty, and even a voice that rivals the heavens and be kind at heart-"

"That's a lovely gift." Sera interrupted which made Lucifer glare.

"I'm. Not. Done." He seethed. "For all these things, he will grow but..." Lucifer gave an evil smirk to the Queen. "On his 21st birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die an instant death." He laughed evilly as the curse took place.

Sera and everyone looked on horrified. "No!"

Lucifer sneered at her. She really thought that she could have it so he could never have a family of his own and not have repercussions? Stupid woman. "This curse will last until the end of time!" In a blaze of Hell fire and maniacal laughter Lucifer was gone.

Sera cried for the awful fate placed on her baby. "No, not my baby!"

Lute approached her. "Your majesty, I may not be able to lift his curse, but I can help it a little." She went over to the baby and placed her hand over him letting her magic flow. "Instead of death, he will only fall into a death like sleep, he may be awakened one day by true loves kiss. Only that can wake him from a slumber so deep."

That night the angels were placed with Adam to care for him, he could never know who he really was until after his 21st birthday. They were made to live in the woods where they raised him as their own.

All spinning wheels were burned and banned in the kingdom of Eden.

(((Idk if I'll continue this but here you go!!)))

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Wereharpy Vaggie au idea rant thingy: Lute accidentally 'created' or 'awakened' wereharpy Vaggie when she cut out Vaggie's eye with angelic steel. le whoops?

secondary ideas: Exorcists and their weapons as re-purposed "sin-eaters", the remnants of the hell-touched winner souls who were torn apart when their job of saving sinners from sins was seen as a failure and being able to permanently destroy them instead was discovered. The original wereharpies were the Sin-Eaters, who gouged out one of their eyes with their bare hands as a final test of their commitment of giving themselves up to save sinners, and took on their more monstrous forms after absorbing and battling with the sins they devoured. Their refusal to switch from eating sins to murdering sinners ended up with them being torn apart by the Sera. Adam then was handed the re-shaped pieces of the Sin-Eaters in the form of Exorcists, while the talons were used to create the alloy that came to be known as heavenly steel, the only substance capable of permanently damaging or killing a soul. (only like can cut like)

Lute cutting out Vaggie's eye with a heavenly weapon, specifically after Vaggie had refused to kill a sinner, reawakening the scrap of the Sin-Eater Vaggie had once been part of, including her 'new' wereharpy form.

The more time Vaggie spent in Hell trying to save sinners the more her harpy form, and the Sin-Eater instincts ingrained into it, started to come out.

Vaggie thought this was some part of being an Exorcist stuck with her prey and worried her harpy self would start mindlessly killing sinners if set loose. She worked with Charlie to keep herself as much under lock and key during harpy time as possible. Meanwhile Charlie just assumed this was part of Vaggie's sinner form and was happy to help her manage it in a way that kept her from hurting others or worrying about hurting others.

Neither of them knew the full history of the Exorcists or Sin-Eaters.

which, given in more detail, maybe goes something like this:

Heaven is new and workshopping how to handle having "winner" souls enjoying their eternal reward up there. YAY!! First problem: Winners are sad when their friends and family die but don't end up in Heaven with them. :( First solution: Create sin-eaters to take on the sins of souls down in hell, specifically the ones vouched for by someone up in Heaven! In eating them the Sin-Eater strips the soul blank, memories ripped out and sorted with the bad ones remaining with the Sin-Eater and good ones stored safely in Heaven while the soul is returned to Earth for another life and another chance at someday being with their former loved ones again- the memories of which will be returned once the soul arrives up in Heaven.

Perfect! How could this go wrong???

Snag number 1: Heaven born cannot sin or take on sins, so some Winners have to volunteer for the terrible job of going down to Hell and eating the souls, which isn't fun and will probably change the composition of their own soul. The Seraphim argue for a while if this can still count as being given eternal rest, but finally agree that they shouldn't deny the chance to any Winner that wants it. Some do, and the first Sin-Eaters are made.

Frist snag dealt with!

Snag number 2: Eating sins imbues the Winner soul WITH sins, obviously, staining their wings and tarnishing their halo and eventually twisting their entire physical form as well as leaving them with terrible memories and sinful thoughts haunting their minds. Sin-Eaters learn to focus wholly on their conviction of saving sinner souls, using the virtues to drown out the rising tide of sin in them, and their bodies warp into bird-of-prey and then harpy-like shapes in reflection of this. The Seraphim decide to make a dedicated area for the Sin-Eaters up in Heaven, both to shield other Winners from having to see them in their self-chosen suffering and to help maintain the concentration needed for the Sin-Eaters to contain their willingly taken-on sins.

Second snag.... mostly mitigated. The plan is still working. Continue.

Snag number 3: Lilith, with Lucifer's help, is working to make Hell a place that can be fun to live in actually, a place where no vice is taboo and no punishment can be worse than what's already happened. It becomes a place of power, passion, and personal freedom, sins as things that don't JUST have to cause suffering, and if the people around sinners aren't the nicest well no one really is and getting your head cut off means a lot less when you'll just pull yourself back together again. Some sinners start getting chopped into pieces for fun, even! In fact some sinners like their life in Hell so much they run from the Sin-Eaters that come for them, even when told this is happening on the request of someone who loved them in life and that a second chance at Heaven is waiting for them if they just HOLD STILL AND LET THEMSELVES GET EATEN FOR A MOMENT. Not many sinners do. First, sounds too good to be true. Second-Give up what they already have for something that only MIGHT happen? A lot of sinners don't like the odds on that, or the idea of losing their memories of the people they've met and befriended in Hell. Running from Sin-Eaters turns into fighting them. The Sin-Eaters are powerful though so that doesn't work so well.

Snag number three is. Kinda still there. And about to get Worse.

Snag 4: It turns out a soul can die. As sinners put more thought and effort into fighting off Sin-Eaters they start actually hurting them. Boons with the Queen of Hell give them very limited abilities to try fending off the Sin-Eaters who want to take them from Lilith's realm. It's not enough to really damage the Sin-Eaters, but it stops them in their tracks and makes some Sin-Eaters defend themselves on reflex. Which is when snag number four comes in like a wrecking ball- Because the souls torn apart by a Sin-Eater's talons do NOT pieces themselves together afterwards. They stay dead. And not only do they stay dead, their sins unravel into demonic energy and are released into the surrounding area, imbuing the fellow sinners with power and denying the Sin-Eaters anything to devour or save. Instead of reweaving the threads of a sinner's soul the threads are SEVERED. The Sin-Eaters are horrified. This isn't want they wanted, but apparently taking on parts of other souls (absorbing them, not chaining them) can distil a soul to the point that it tears apart other souls with it's own existence. (like a black hole that used to be a star collapsing under it's own weight and slowly devouring other stars in turn) The sinners are upset about all this for a hot second before realizing that having free floating demonic power in hell means ppl can take it for themselves. The ones that manage to claim this power now find themselves with the power to give their own very specific boons- and to do even more than that, for the right price. Power in Hell shifts slightly away from it's King and Queen and lesser nobility of the hellborn demons as the first Overlords rise up and start bartering souls from and among their fellow sinners, with all limitations on self defense removed from the abilities they can grant. Meaning sinners are powerful and can attack unprovoked if they want to. And oh, do a lot of them WANT to.

Not good! The Seraphim do NOT like seeing this!!!

Snag 5: Hell is suddenly getting MORE powerful, able to resist Heaven's will with force and self-cannibalize to condense power down among it's WORST and most ambitious sinners- But at least the solution is also part of the problem here. Adam, always grumpy about the idea of giving any kind of second chance to the "losers" his ex is SO proud of, floats the very obvious but also drastic idea of just, y'know, killing MORE sinner souls. Sure it'll free up more power for the Overlords, but that'll just make them fight each other over it even more, and hey, none of souls returned to Earth a second time have made it into Heaven anyway! Why not split the difference? "Free" souls from eternal torment by killing them, reduce the numbers Hell has at it's command, make more Overlords to fight the Overlords that are already running around. And maybe have some FUN with all it!

Sera thinks this plan might work....

Snag 6: The other Seraphim disagree, and so do the Sin-Eaters.

Snag 7: Sin-Eaters are losing control over the accidental soul killing, their sense of conviction shattered by this sin that they did not take on but CREATED with their own actions, they scream. The virtues they've been propping themselves up with like scaffolding crumble under the weight of sin and the need to confess it to the loved ones of those they killed. This need drives them into mindlessly trying to break free from their section of Heaven. Sera concedes to the other Seraphim that the Sin-Eaters cannot be asked to kill more souls.... ...but she also convinces guardians of Heaven that the other heavenly souls should not be burdened with knowledge of or guilt over sins they did not commit. The Sin-Eaters must be stopped. In the end the power of the sins proves too much to cage or chain and Sera herself rips the Sin-Eaters apart.

Well. That didn't end great. At least it's over through, right?

Snag 8: Sera still agrees with Adam's plan and has an idea of her own for how to make it happen. To create an army close-knit and bloodthirsty enough both to stand ready at Heaven's defense and have earned the pain that entails, Sera reforms the pieces of the original Sin-Eaters into the Exorcists- taking Adam's preferences into account, seeing as he will be taking responsibility of them from here on out. The resulting angelic women are armed with the weapons forged from the Sin-Eater's talons, and each year Adam leads them down to hell to Exterminate as many sinners as they can. He gives them cool horned masks to wear to match his own, since they're his girls after all, but adds the "stitched shut mouth" (they're not Sin-EATERS anymore and won't be spilling ANY secrets) and "missing eye" (which he has to admit DID look badass) details as an inside joke for himself to snicker at. As far as the rest of Heaven is concerned, the Exorcists are a host of Heaven born soldiers incapable of killing souls but willing to lay down their own lives defending them, and any resemblance to the Sin-Eaters is a only a memorial honoring those poor souls Heaven could not save.

Only Sera and Adam know the truth.

Now Adam is dead, and many Exorcists with him, and even IF Sera wanted to try undoing what has been done by piecing back together the souls she cut apart, hoping they might heal now the truth they died trying to confess to has come out... she can't.

That feeling, the drive all Exorcists take strength from, the need to be part of something bigger than themselves- it can't be fixed.

They can never be part of the whole that they once were.

But... maybe Vaggie is proof they can still help the sinner souls they so devotedly wanted to save. Maybe this new way is even better than the one that made them what they were.

Maybe the rest of the truth will come out someday, but until then, wereharpy Vaggie slowly feeling more protective of than bloodthirsty for the sinners living in her and Charlie's hotel is a something she can be relieved about. It's nice having friends. She's glad she doesn't want to kill them so much anymore.

(she doesn't know what that urge to feast on them really is meant for)

(so instead of taken their sins from them, she and Charlie go on trying to help the Hazbins live with and grow beyond their pasts instead)

(and. it. works.)

[shinynewboots]

Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 4

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Welcome to chapter 4! Hope y'all enjoy! I've loved and appreciated each and every comment/reblog/like! Thank you all so much!

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

It took a few more days of rest before Adam could even get out of bed without worry of his intestines falling out of his body. Lute sat by as an ever-loyal bodyguard, even when Adam told her she should go rest. 

Even when she did find herself dozing, she typically was awakened by a shooting pain up her non-existent left arm. Phantom pains, she had learned, forever reminded her of what she had lost.

The last few days of Adam being awake had been some of the best days Lute could recall, ironically enough. Most of the days had been spent entertaining Adam as he whined about his incapacitated state. Charlie had brought them a deck of cards and Adam had taught Lute how to play Gin Rummy. 

Besides Charlie and Vaggie, the only other hotel occupant the pair had come in contact with those few days was a one-eyed black and white cat. Lute had been resistant at first to let it stay in the room (even less so when Adam had remarked that the cat reminded him of her) but eventually, Lute lost the battle.

The cat, which they later learned was named Keekee, had a habit of snuggling up against Adam in a way that almost made Lute jealous. Lute, jealous of a cat? The cat would give loud purrs and bump her head against Adam’s side until he gave her pets and chin scratches.

As long as Lute could remember, Adam had always had a certain softness for animals; this one-eyed freaky animal was no different. 

The pair also spent their days planning how to return to heaven. The embassy would be their first in an attempt to get Heaven’s attention. There was a good chance no one knew they had survived the battle and fall. Adam was more optimistic than Lute; he hadn’t seen the portal to Heaven close in an almost deliberate manner the way she had. She wouldn’t tell him that, though, and ruin his hopeful plans. 

Lute had not yet gotten a feel for their status in the hote (prisoners? Begrudging guests?)l. Charlie treated them as though they were transient guests, only around for a vacation. Vaggie was…well, Vaggie. And the shadow creature that had engulfed Lute on that first day hadn’t made an appearance again. However, Lute doubted they would just be allowed to walk out of the hotel without running into any issues. 

Her thoughts were distracted as Adam pulled himself to the edge of the bed, gripping his abdomen tightly. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting out of this fucking bed and trying to stop being a fucking invalid.” He answered, groaning in pain. Bandages were still wrapped around his chest and abdomen, hiding most of his torso from view, but Lute could still glimpse the trail of dark hair that made a trail down into his sweatpants. 

Adam wasn’t necessarily the most fit in heaven, his stomach soft and his muscles hidden. But Lute knew him to be much stronger than he looked, and there were many a day he spent training with the Exorcists. However, she also knew she could beat him in training any day of the week.

At least she could before she had lost her arm. 

“Can you hand me a shirt?” He asked, his breathing slow and controlled in an attempt to reign in his pain. Lute walked over to the dresser that Charlie had stocked full of clothes, the shirts picked for Adam being band tees. Lute picked up the top one ( Vacay to Bonetown by Versosika Mayday) and gave it to Adam. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it on slowly, grunting as he did so.

Adam looked down at the band tee on his body and smirked. “Nice.”

Lute rolled her eyes and moved to help him stand by throwing one of his arms over her good shoulder. He must have been in a lot of pain because he did not put up a fight. She could feel the shirt she was wearing begin to ride up. As expected, she and Vaggie wore similar sizes and so she had been given some of Vaggie’s clothes since her own were covered in blood. Of course, everything Vaggie owned only covered up a fraction of her skin, leaving Lute feeling very exposed. 

“Oh my Satan, Adam you’re up and moving!” Exclaimed Princess of Hell herself, standing in the doorway. She clapped her hand, a dumb excited look on her face. Vaggie was not with her. Surprise. “You guys are just in time for our activity today!”

Adam eyed her warily, his face looking paler than it had been before standing. Lute felt him sway against her unsteadily so she pushed more of her body weight into his side. “You know we’re not fucking guests here, right babe?”

Charlie continued to grin. “Well I mean you’re staying here and eating our food and using our stuff, totally cool with me by the way, and sometimes a spade is just a spade.”

She crossed the room and mirrored Lute, putting an arm under Adam to give him more support to stand. “And I think an activity would be perfect than just spending your day in this boring old room.”

That was how Lute and Adam found themselves in the hotel lobby, eyeing the other occupants from the other side of the couch. The only occupants who seemed comfortable crossing the unspoken line between the groups were Charlie (as expected) and Keekee, who rubbed her body against Adam’s leg.

Charlie glanced around the room, a trying smile on her face as she sensed the hatred of all parties involved. “How about we go around the room and introduce each other before our activity? Ooh and a fun fact! I’ll go first!” 

Charlie cleared her throat and clapped. “My Name is Charlie and my favorite color is red!” 

She looked over at Vaggie, who stood beside her and grabbed her hand. She loudly whispered, “Your turn.”

Vaggie gave her a soft smile. “My name is Vaggie and I like 80s rock.”

It was silent for only a few seconds before Adam chose to speak. “My name is Adam and I think this is fucking stupid.”

Lute looked over at Adam, and she saw him immediately put on his mask of bravado and masculinity that he typically chose to wear in Heaven. Vaggie bristled. “Hey Asshole—”

The spider demon raised up the top set of his hands and stood from the couch. His chest was pushed out and the second set of his arms were on either side of his hips. “No no, my turn. My name is Angel Dust and we all hoped you fucking died.”

Lute immediately bristled and pulled out the concealed fork she had hidden for the first sign of trouble. She jumped from the couch, fork pointed directly at the spider demon. Angel Dust looked down at the weapon and smirked. “What are you going to do, fork me to death?”

“It’s more than you deserve, Porn Demon.”

“Porn Demon? Is that what they’re calling me in heaven? Like a fucking overlord, I’ll take it” Angel Dust replied, laughing at the title. He winked at Lute, who sneered in response. Charlie jumped between Lute and Angel Dust, her hand placed on Angel’s chest. 

“Why don’t we try and be civil and finish introductions?”

“Hard to be civil with fuckers who tried to exterminate us,” The cat demon whispered, taking a sip of the liquor bottle he held. 

“Husk, not helping!” Vaggie exclaimed. “Lute, put the fucking fork down.”

Lute narrowed her eyes at the fallen angel. “Fucking make me, bitch.”

Vaggie came closer, her eyes trained on the fork. Before she could respond, however, shadow tendrils popped up from seemingly nowhere and wrapped around Lute’s wrist, releasing the fork from her grasp. That same heat-sucking feeling came over her, and Lute was taken back to the experience that first day in which was gasping for breath as though she were drowning in the shadows. 

“Now, now, let’s all play nice.” The Radio Demon said, revealing himself from a shadowy area of the hotel. His static voice was unnerving, and Lute could feel the shadows tightening around her legs as well, leaving her immobilized. Even the other hotel guests shivered at the chill in the air courtesy of the Radio Demon. 

“Let her fucking go!” Adam exclaimed, leaping from the couch despite his wounds. He extended his wings, something he hadn’t done since being injured, and furled them around himself and Lute. The shadow creatures seemed to recoil from the wings as they quickly released their grip upon her. Lute found her back to Adam’s chest, as his wings held her close to him. 

The Radio Demon’s eyes narrowed, though the smile never left his features. The other hotel occupants, in Adam’s show of strength, had jumped back from the pair, lest they be hit with a wing. 

“Alastor, Adam! Stand down,” Charlie exclaimed, her voice lower and more threatening than Lute had ever heard. Her patience seemed to be hanging by a thread and her eyes had taken on a reddish hue, similar to how they looked the day of the extermination. Adam refused to back down and continued to stare down the Radio Demon. Lute looked up at him to see his golden shining with fire. 

Lute was so close to him that she could feel his heart beat quickly in his chest. She felt the rise and fall of his diaphragm. And she could also feel something wet seeping from his abdomen. Fucking dumbass had opened his stitches again. 

“Alastor,” Charlie warned once more. He looked at her and sighed before calling back his shadows.  The warmth returned to the room and a collective sigh of relief was taken. Adam still had yet to unfurl his wings. 

“Adam?” Charlie asked, her tone softer than the one she had used with the Radio Demon. He looked down at Lute as if asking for permission. She stared back before nodding. Adam unfurled his wings and let them once again hang behind his back. Lute touched his shirt, the word Bonetown covered in golden blood. 

He looked down at her fingers on his abdomen. “Shit.”

“Hm, looks like you’ve made a mess. I’m sure Niffty would love to help out.” Alastor as he picked at his fingernails, his smile never leaving his face. As if being summoned, a small one-eyed demon appeared in a red dress. 

“A mess?” She exclaimed, running towards Adam at lightning speed. He let out a rather shrill scream and it was by sheer luck that Lute was able to catch the little creature before it made contact with Adam. 

“Keep that little monster away from me!” He yelled. The demon, Niffty, had been the one to deliver the stabs to Adam that almost left him dead. Lute heard two demons laugh (Angel Dust and Husk?)  at the sight. Adam jumped back up on the couch, further causing his stitches to pop, leading to more golden blood soaking into his shirt. Niffty struggled in Lute’s grasp, who held her at arm's length, as she tried to escape to get closer to Adam.

“THE MESS!” Niffty screamed, clawing against Lute’s grip. Alastor stood back and took in the chaos. Charlie frantically looked around the room as her group activity descended into madness.

“Alastor are you fucking kidding me,” Vaggie exclaimed, finger pointed at the Radio Demon. Angel Dust and Husk continued to laugh. Tears were streaming down from Angel’s face, which he wiped away with his second pair of hands. 

“What? There was a mess and I told our dearest maid about it.” Alastor shrugged.

“Scared of a harmless little thing like Niffty,” Angel laughed, walking towards Lute and Niffty. He grabbed the struggling Niffty from Lute’s grasp. 

“That’s it!” A low voice exclaimed. The lights flickered and the room temperature dropped 10 degrees. All occupants looked at the source of the voice and found it to be Charlie, her eyes red with rage and horns having grown out of her head. “Angel, Niffty go to the bar, the garden, or wherever! Just go! You’re not helping the situation. And Alastor, I don’t care where you go, just stay away from Adam.” 

“And Lute, take Adam upstairs and fix his stitches! I will not have Heaven come down on us again because we let him get an infection. Husk, fix me a drink. Please.” Charlie continued, the voice becoming closer to her normal tone on the ‘please’. The occupants in the room looked at her in disbelief aside from Alastor, who could do nothing but laugh maniacally.

“Our dearest Charlie, growing a backbone,” The Radio Demon laughed before disappearing into a swirl of shadows. 

“Uh, come on Niff, let’s go see if we can find some bugs for you to kill in the garden,” Angel said sheepishly, still holding the one-eyed demon in his hands. Niffty nodded her head enthusiastically. 

“Roaches,” She exclaimed as the pair left the room.

Husk moved to the bar and began fixing Charlie what appeared to be a very strong drink. Vaggie seemed to be going over breathing exercises with Charlie to further make sense of the situation. Sensing the need for a hasty departure, Lute turned to Adam and held out her hand.

“Let’s get you patched up,” She said, giving him a sharp look that indicated “no arguing”. Still shaken by the one-eyed demon that had almost caused his demise, Adam nodded.

“Uh yeah, fuck that fucking hurts.” He said, taking her hand and stepping down from the couch. The pair walked slowly back to their room (their room, since when had it been “their” room?), Adam put more weight upon Lute with each step. Once they made it back to the room, Adam collapsed into the chair beside the bed and let out a long sigh. The bleeding from his abdomen seemed to have stopped but she would still need to recheck his stitches. 

“Shirt off,” Lute said, grabbing at the first-aid kit that Charlie had left for them to change bandages. 

Adam wolf-whistled, though it was half-hearted as he hissed in pain at the effort. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask nicely.”

Lute rolled her eyes and grabbed the alcohol, gauze, and suture kit. Adam slowly removed his shirt, revealing the soaked-through bandages on his skin. His forehead glistened with sweat and his breathing was going at a much quicker pace than she would have liked. Lute frowned and began to remove his bandages. 

“Sit up,” She said, looking over the damage. Adam looked at her with an odd look in his eye before smirking. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes once again and began to slowly remove the blood-soaked bandages. Once they were removed, she was able to get a good look at his chest. While much of the tissue had begun to scar over, some of the deeper wounds still looked as though they had a good ways to go and wept golden blood and serous fluid. 

Lute handed Adam the gauze to hold in his hand. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and opened it with her teeth. She was adapting to life with only one arm, as slow as it might be. She poured the alcohol on the gauze Adam held, grabbed it from him, and began to pat his chest to sterilize the area. 

“Fucking cunt,” Adam hissed, his body braced in pain. 

“It will be worse before it gets better,” Lute said, putting down the gauze and picking up the needle and thread. “It’s not terrible, most of the deep stuff seems to have closed.”

Lute examined the wound further and decided on a subcuticular stitch. Like she had said, most of the deeper layers seemed to have closed leaving only the dermis and epidermis to be closed. A subcuticular stitch was typically more aesthetic and would scar less. It also was easier for her to do one-handed, as she didn’t have to worry about the constant restarting that an interrupted stitch would require. A subcuticular was a favorite of some of the more appearance-conscious exorcists. 

“Hold still,” She said, beginning to place her stitch. Only one of the gashes, the biggest one, had reopened, so she only had to worry about one. 

“Fuck,” Adam replied, gripping the sides of the chair with pale knuckles. He bit his lip to hold back a scream. 

“Fucking shit Lute, how do you know how to do this,” Adam asked, trying to focus on anything but the fact that Lute was actively sticking a needle into his skin. Lute laughed, continuing her stitch. 

“Training. It doesn’t happen often and not whenever you were there, but sometimes someone would get a lac that didn’t automatically heal with heaven’s magic. Sutures just expedited the process.”

“Fuck, you guys were going that hard at training?” Adam breathed out. “ How in the shit balls did I miss that?”

Lute shrugged. “Easy to hide when we didn’t want you to find out how weak we were. A lot of the girls just wouldn’t make a fuss until after training when you had left.” 

“Hm,” Was Adam’s reply. He appeared to be in deep thought. He had held that expression more often recently, ever since they had been stranded in Hell. 

“Done,” Lute said, finishing off the stitch by throwing a few one-handed ties to keep it in place. Adam looked down. 

“Fucking shit, that looks great!” He exclaimed, running a soft hand over the scar. While it still bore the prior stitch scars, Lute had stitched and pulled the laceration together in a way so that the pieces of skin came together smoothly with no visible scar lines aside from the knot. 

Lute only smiled and sat on the bed so that she looked at Adam head-on. “What’s our plan, Sir?”

“Don’t fucking ‘Sir’ me Lute, we’re past that.”

“Alright, what’s our plan then, Adam?”

Adam nodded and thought for a few seconds. “I think I need a week or two. I hate to fucking say it but there’s no way either of us is going to make it to the Embassy right now. “

“I could fly,” Lute offered. Adam shook his head.

“And risk someone finding out there are two angels still roaming around? Absolutely not. We need to be smart about this.”

Lute nodded. Adam ran a hand through his hair. “I think we should lay low. Do whatever fucking Hell Princess wants. Play nice. Get on her good side. And then maybe she can make getting to the Embassy easy for us.”

Lute frowned. “And you think Hell Princess is just going to let us leave and waltz our way to the Embassy?”

“No, not without good reason. But she still believes in her stupid ass redemption plan. And what better way to kickstart that plan than to get back on Heaven’s good side by helping save two angels?’

“I mean, it could work,” Lute said, unsure of the plan. But, she trusted Adam. And she would follow whatever plan or scheme he came up with. She would follow him to the end if he asked it of her. She almost had. 

“Trust me, Danger tits,” Adam said, holding a fist out at her. Lute looked at it before sighing and returning his fist bump. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” He exclaimed. Lute rolled her eyes once more. 

“Get back to bed. If you pop those stitches, I’m leaving you to bleed out and rot.”

Adam sent her a mischievous look. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you loud and clear.”

Adam returned to bed and was immediately taken by a nap, the events of the day finally catching up with him. Lute stayed awake, however, as she always did. They were so close. So close to returning to Heaven that she could almost taste it. 

[cheekyboybeth]

I’m currently obsessing over Sibyll Trelawney so here are some headcanons I have for her

She is obsessed with mushrooms and knows all the names of different kinds and knows what ones are poisonous or not (she also knows what ones can get you high)

Pandora knits most of her clothes

she’s polyamorous and pansexual!

she liked both Peter and Pandora at the same time and that’s what her awakening was

she plays the lute

everyone is terrified of her except for her besties (Pandora, Xeno, and Emmaline)