#(more at ease to open up to Lucifer and find comfort in him when in this state)

[brokendreamscreation]

Comfort Starters!

“Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?” (@ringmaster-morningstar )

Lowering the wings of his protective cocoon, Lucid blinked away tears. It had been some time since the seraph retreated to the King��s workshop solely to hide and calm down his frayed emotions. He hid at the front of the under desk this time at least, not crammed into the dark corner for total isolation.

Nodding, Lucid spoke softly. “H-hot chocolate would be really nice. …And…a hug? If you’re okay with that?”

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Smutty Headcanons Two

Since part one had such an explosive response (over 1K notes HOLY MOLY!), I've put some time aside to draft a few more saucy headcanons regarding the King of Hell. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT

The Royal bedroom is a great place to have a good time, but he's developed a bit of an appetite for variety over the eons, so if you're open he'd love to show you some other fun places to enjoy yourselves. It's no surprise that gardens are among his favorite spots for a quick tryst, due in no small part to personal experience, and he's had the Royal Gardens tended and laid out in such a way as to ensure there are more than a few comfortable little groves to hide in. If he plans to use one in particular for a romantic evening alone, he'll even go ahead and get it extra cozy in advance, laying out silken mats and pillows beside baskets of wine and treats to enjoy a night of indulgence together.

- He's quite at ease in the air, even when supporting the full weight of a partner, so if you're not afraid of heights... He knows all the most scenic and private skyscapes of Hell, and can guarantee the two of you won't be disturbed while he makes love to you in the clouds. With his significant experience, he can even remain aloft indoors, making an airborne quickie in the bedroom quite a regular occurrence. There's just something about having your arms around him as the two of you float weightlessly above it all that always gets him going.

- He can shapeshift any part of his body, just so you know... Sure, he manages more than fine with what he's got, but he loves mixing things up once in a while if you're down. Not only can he assume any size or form that exists, he can create whole new ones, and he thoroughly enjoys letting his creativity run a little wild. Any length, any thickness, any shape, it's all possible with a mere snap of his fingers. If you're unopposed to tentacles, or even multiple tentacles, he has ample practice on that front too.

- Making requests of his own isn't something he'll do often, but he does have one that he'll make with ample regularity, and that's for you to please sit on his face. There's just something about being completely devoted to servicing you that just gets him absolutely feral, and he can't even describe how much he enjoys it. You enjoy it too, but be warned, that level of passion from an Arch-Angel can be more than a little overwhelming. Having his hands grasping your thighs and his tongue working as if you're the last and greatest thing he'll ever taste can result in ecstasy great enough to knock one senseless, though it's always well worth it.

- As much as he enjoys fast, feral sex and the struggle to remove clothing quick enough to satiate oneself, he's also quite the fan of taking it slow on occasion. In particular, he loves to undress you piece by piece in a steady build up. You'll often find yourself in front of a mirror as he does so, as he loves to show you exactly what he adores about your body whilst he reveals you, and he'll get very handsy to emphasize his points. Though he can have his own clothes off with a wave of magic, he'll love it if you do something similar for him. The anticipation he feels with every undone golden button is enough to have him quivering by the time he's fully undressed.

[devildom-moss]

Flowers for Them (Lucifer)

Continuation of a request where MC returns the favor for the characters giving them roses. Kind of a sequel series for the Roses for You series (links here)

Lucfier x gn!MC

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +700

Pink wisteria

Lucifer had been working so hard recently, and with Diavolo’s latest project taking up much of his time outside of school, you rarely saw him over the past few weeks. Even when you offered your help, Lucifer insisted that he had everything under control.

“As long as I have you waiting for me, I can handle anything.”

His words popped into your mind as you snuck into his bedroom. You were determined to surprise him and melt his heart, and you were certain that seeing a vase of pink wisteria and you, waiting patiently for him to get home, would cause Lucifer to break into that shamefully delighted smile that only you could bring out. After setting the vase on his coffee table, you plopped down on the edge of his bed.

The entire room smelled faintly like Lucifer, but his bed clung to his scent more – or maybe his scent clung to the bed. Then again, maybe they held each other so desperately for the sole purpose of luring you into Lucifer’s bed. His scent was a comfort to you, and as the wisteria slowly perfumed the room, you found yourself inching up his bed until your face was buried into his pillows. Before you could think to pull out your phone to check on Lucifer’s whereabouts, you had fallen asleep.

When Lucifer returned, he entered his room without turning on the lights. However, the unexpected floral scent caught his attention before your gentle breathing did. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was just enough moonlight filtering in through his windows that Lucifer could see the light pink petals of the flowers you left and your familiar outline, curled up in his sheets. He sat down at the foot of his bed and stared at the flowers before turning back to you with a gentle grin. Lucifer laid back in his bed so that he could face you. His rough hand reached out for you and caressed your cheek where the moonlight had been lucky enough to touch you, casting a shadow over your face.

The gentle caress of Lucifer’s hand caused you to stir in your sleep, and as you opened your eyes, his sweet smile – the one you were hoping to see – came into focus. He patiently waited for you to adjust to your surroundings and return his grin before he inched closer and snuggled into your chest. Only when he had buried his blushing cheeks against your body did he find the strength to whisper, “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

“Good surprises, at least, right?”

“Wonderful ones. Thank you.” His tone was so soft and gentle, and you could tell that he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to someone being sweet to him like this. Diavolo had made his attempts, but it wasn’t the same. When you were kind to him, every bit of tension melted from his body – and he melted right along with it. “What kind of flowers are those?”

“You don’t know?” you scoffed – surprised that he couldn’t identify them.

“I know it’s a human world plant; give me a break. It’s dark, I’m tired, and human world flowers aren’t my forte,” he grumbled against your chest. His pouting struck you as cute, and you kissed the top of his head in response.

“They’re pink wisteria, baby boy.”

Lucifer squirmed at the pet name and quickly readjusted in your arms, hoping you wouldn’t realize the effect you had on him. “Did you pick them for a special reason, or. . . is it just because they’re pretty?”

You laughed. He was surprisingly shy today, dancing around the question he really wanted to ask. “Do you want to know what they mean?”

“Yes.” If he had not been so comfortable and at ease in your arms, Lucifer would have been mortified at how transparent he was to you. With little thought, he quietly added, “please.”

“It means a number of things: affection, tenderness, lust. It’s a symbol of devotion that can transcend death, and for humbling yourself before a lover. And it’s given to say, ‘I cling to you.’” Your grip tightened around Lucifer slightly, as if to say, “as I do now.”

Lucifer could feel his face burning and his heart racing. How were you able to make him feel like this so easily. He gulped before speaking, “Did you rest well in my bed?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty comfortable,” you admitted. “Why?”

“I just wanted to make sure you got some quality sleep,” Lucifer pulled back to stare at you before continuing, “because neither of us will be getting any more rest tonight.”

Mammon | Leviathan | Satan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | Belphegor | the others

(If there's no link, that character is coming soon-ish)

[devildom-enthusiast]

Working During The Holidays | Lucifer x Reader

1.1k words | GN! Reader | CW: None

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Christmas time was never an easy time for Lucifer. It’s when most students in RAD get into trouble. Fist fights, pranks, and just more general chaos that would all end up either as students in his office or as paperwork on his desk. He would take more work from Diavolo during these times, knowing the Prince would want to join the festivity. Lucifer wouldn’t be able to stand the look on his face or the constant complaining that made his head pound and ache. 

Until they showed up, their entire being seemed to light up the House at all times. It was close to midnight on Christmas Eve. His eyes began to glaze over, stacks of paperwork blurring into one giant pile. His head had a dull ache that didn’t seem to want to leave. Lucifer rubbed at his temples, trying to blink the sleepiness away. It didn’t seem to work. He reached for his cup of coffee, the fifth one today, yet it was empty. 

Still, so much to do and so little time. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the lack of light would ease the ache that was pounding in his skull like his brain was trying to claw its way out. Creak. His door slowly opened, a familiar face poking their head in. Their face fell, noting his exhausted expression and the recognizable look of when Lucifer was about to collapse. 

MC entered the room with a disappointed expression, which would typically be mirrored on Lucifer, but he was too tired to care about them judging him. As Lucifer went to reach for his pen, MC got to it first. 

“Absolutely not. You’re coming with me. Now.” Lucifer was secretly grateful but knew he needed to finish this work. 

MC grabbed his hand, held it gently, and rubbed circles on the palm. Their eyes seemed to sparkle with a light that never seemed to dim. He scooted his chair back slowly, and they hugged him tight, breathing in the rich scent of his cologne. He rested his chin atop their head, simply enjoying being able to hold them so close.

Being with them made him feel more awake, more alive. They pulled awake first, which slightly disappointed him, but one look into their eyes made him feel guilty. They gave him those puppy-dog eyes that MC knew always worked on him. They squeezed his hand the slightest bit, a pleading gesture. When he went to stand, and the black dots clouded his vision, he knew he definitely needed some rest.

He made it to the door without stumbling, but he was exhausted. MC walked beside him, hand in hand. The hallway was festive, but the bright red and green lights worsened his headache. Once in his room, they gently pushed him toward the bed, silently telling him to lie down. As Lucifer stumbled toward the bed, MC was beside him, having magicked two cups of hot chocolate. MC put one on Lucifer’s nightstand and kept the other.

As they both got comfortable, MC pulled the blanket around both of them, keeping warm and cozy. Lucifer patted around the bed, searching for the remote, his face a frown when he couldn’t find it. However, the frown softened when he looked toward MC, who was holding the remote with a teasing.

“You really are mischievous.” Lucifer murmured with a soft shake of his head while MC’s grin widened.

They rested their head on his shoulder as the TV turned on, and they searched for Christmas movies to watch. Lucifer pulled them closer, resting his face in their hair and inhaling their fruity shampoo scent. He truly loved them. He was honestly glad that he had to work; he didn’t want to deal with his brothers’ antics. 

As MC settled on a movie, Lucifer tilted their chin up with his index finger, gazing into their eyes with love and devotion in his. Then, he kissed them softly and with all the love and care he could put into it. Once MC broke away, their face was bright red. They buried their face in their hands with a sappy smile they didn’t want him to see. He peeled their hands away, though, and had his own soft, sappy smile.

Being so exhausted made him feel softer. Not that he wasn’t soft with them, but just in general. He almost gave Mammon a free pass earlier; just the thought of it made him wrinkle his nose. His brothers always seemed to take advantage of his kindness, so having someone like MC was nice. He knows his brothers never truly mean harm, but… this was about MC and him, not his brothers. 

The movie was playing, but Lucifer wasn’t fully paying attention; he was just watching MC’s face and thinking about how amazing they looked today. He felt quite lucky that they liked him and he could be with them for as long as possible. A particularly funny moment made them smile so happily. They really were his sun, his light, his everything. He hated to be overbearing but… he let out a soft sigh while continuing to admire their features.

“Come on, watch the movie, not just me.” MC teased, and he blinked back to reality, a slight blush coloring his face.

“Can I not admire a fine piece of art?” MC’s face went redder than his, an embarrassed grin growing. 

They didn’t respond, perhaps too embarrassed by his compliment. Lucifer’s eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier the longer he tried to stay awake. He didn’t want to fall asleep during the movie, but it seemed his body was shutting down. Finally, his eyes shut, and he was pulled into a restful slumber. When he awoke, it was early morning, and MC was nowhere to be seen. 

He pulled the Christmas-themed blanket off and stood, slightly disoriented from having just woken up. As he left his room, he noticed a light shining from underneath his office door. He felt a flicker of anger, assuming one of his brothers was trying to set up some prank or bother him more, but when he opened the polished door, MC was seated at his mahogany polished desk, working on the paperwork he should have gotten done last night.

Once they glanced up, a nervous smile bloomed, as if they got caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

“Darling, are you-” Lucifer got cut off by MC’s nervous blurting.

“Yeah, I felt bad you looked so tired so I thought I would do it..” MC trailed off, unsure if they had messed things up.

“Thank you..” It was genuine thanks; he truly hadn’t expected that from them.

“Go get some coffee or breakfast, then you can come back.” MC was being quite bossy, but Lucifer just agreed and left the room, unaware of the fact that MC had completed all of his paperwork, leaving time for the both of them to celebrate the holiday.

[bindeds]

Hi! First I want to say I love your writing and I think it's amazing keep it up! I wanted to ask if you could do a fic/headcanon about a jinx like reader (the one from arcane) like the reader has her personality and her backstory they can be any gander you want. For characters you can go wild but I would like if Alastor, Lucifer and Vox were there. Bonus points if the reader is a teen that is alive and nobody knows how they got here but don't want to send them back because they are frankly terrified for them. Sorry it's so long. Make sure to take breaks and keep hydrated.

( LUCIFER, ALASTOR & VOX REACTING TO A JINX-LIKE READER. )

heyyy omg thank you so much for this request! jinx happens to be my highest (if not one of my highest) comfort characters of all time, so i’m happy to do this request!! thank you for this wonderful idea <33 ( ALSO OMG SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS LATE AAAAAAAAAAAA )

mlist. requests.

“you’re — you’re alive? oh lord, this is bad. okay, what to do, what to do … ”

LUCIFER would definitely panic if he happened to be the first one to find you.

╰﹒he wouldn’t feel safe telling the others of your presence in the hotel—at least, not as of the first few hours of getting to know you. he would DEFINITELY warn you about alastor and put up a fight with you to keep you from leaving his room so soon. he wants to tell charlie you’re here, but doesn’t know if she can keep something this big a secret.

ꉂ ． ݁ ✦ “what’s all the hubbub?”

╰﹒ “you’ll be eaten alive out there! and even if you don’t leave the hotel, the crew isn’t exactly the best at, well—subtlety,” lucifer would warn you with his hands on your shoulders.

╰﹒ your past would also be similar to lucifer’s in the sense that you both felt utterly abandoned by the person you trusted the most, and lucifer would sit down with you and talk to you about it if you ever opened up to him, rubbing your back in slow circles, getting you water and leaving the room only to come back with gourmet meals that he cooked himself from the hotel’s kitchen.

╰﹒i feel like you’d have a complicated relationship with lucifer at first. because of how sweet and good he is at comforting and taking care of you you’d feel like his kid, too, but then reality kicks in every now and then that he has another kid who’s actually his biological child to take care of, and it makes you feel bad for not having your own family. but it’s only a matter of time before lucifer finally introduces you to charlie and charlie gives you the biggest bear hug in the world, and you’re too engulfed by your yearning to feel loved to feel jealous over her anymore, so you hug her back. you and charlie become basically siblings over your time at the hotel, and lucifer treats both of you like his children. and of course, charlie doesn’t mind when it seems like lucifer pays attention to you a little more because one, she’s older than you, and she’s an adult that can handle herself, two, she knows how much you’re in need of a father figure and she knows her father can and will be there when you need him.

“fascinating! truly curious — you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you ?”

ALASTOR would circle around you with prying eyes brimming with twisted interest, looking over your shoulders and dusting them off as he picked at the stray hairs on your head.

╰﹒ similarly to luci, he’d definitely keep you a secret up in his own as well, and when you’d protest he somehow find a way of easing your nerves and calming you down. in due time, he’d say. his head pats got to you at first. the fact that he stopped you from exploring the hotel got to you. first, he brings you here, but now he won’t even let you out of his room in the name of safety? what is up with that?

ꉂ ． ݁ ✦ “what’s all the hubbub?”

╰﹒ “the hubbub, dear, is that you’ll cause a commotion in the hotel,” alastor would reply with a tap of his microphone. “i can’t afford to alarm our guests now, and i certainly can’t have you overwhelmed by your new environment, now can i?”

╰﹒ alastor would explain the purpose of the hotel in his very demented perspective, but you would understand nonetheless. he would make you feel like his student in no time.

╰﹒ alastor would definitely teach you how to defend yourself in case you get attacked. you already know some basics about fending for yourself, but considering you’re leaning towards the mechanic side you don’t know how to use your bare hands. so he teaches you. he also gives you some really neat knife skills that he learned from when he was still a mortal serial killer.

╰﹒ niffty and you get along so well, and similar to lucifer and charlie, alastor treats you and niffty as his nieces, while he’s the cool uncle. he’s a bit of a bad influence on you, but it’s better than having no one at all.

╰﹒ when alastor finally introduces you to the rest of the hotel, everyone immediately noticed how protective/fatherly alastor actually was towards you. the difference is also very obvious considering the fact that he pretended to be a father figure to charlie in the past just to get on lucifer’s nerves, but now, a bit of his true colors show all because he’d spent too much time shaping you into the person you are now for him not to care. but considering alastor barely even had a heart before, everyone warmed up in no time to alastor’s soft side, and you even heard of charlie being excited about the fact that this could mean alastor will have a shot and being redeemed one day.

“huh. where have you come from, my dear? … the livi — haha, pardon? did you say … well fuck me silly, this is exactly what i needed after a hard day’s work.”

VOX was definitely being sarcastic with his teeth gritted through his sentence. nonetheless, you could have proved to be useful somehow considering your … moxie.

╰﹒ he would definitely consider signing you in for a contract, but given your personality you just seemed like the kind of person who would end up breaking the rules intentionally or unintentionally, meaning he’d just have to kill you—and that’s a complete waste of a living soul in hell, isn’t it?

╰﹒ so you’re under his care. for now, he thinks to himself, and despite how much he actually loathes having to deal with val’s shit, you were just different. you seemed content with his efforts in trying to please you, as small as they were at first, and was patient with him when he was rude or aloof. and sometimes you’d even help out with house chores that his many gadgets just couldn’t complete. he would even fall asleep on his desk sometimes and wake up with a warm blanket draped over him, and of course that had to be your doing.

ꉂ ． ݁ ✦ “what’s all the hubbub?”

╰﹒ “i’m doing this for your own good, okay kid, i’m telling you it’s not easy out there, and …” vox bit his lip. he didn’t expect his heart to beat so fast when you insisted to leave with gritted teeth. at this point, he’d almost forgotten how it felt like not to live with someone as unreasonably kind and funny as you had been. “judging by everything you’ve got going on i don’t think it’s the best idea for you to return to the living world. i mean, don’t you like it here? what is it that i haven’t given you? what can i do?”

╰﹒ obviously, you’re still angry, and he’s already done enough. he can’t keep you in forever, and as much as you enjoyed your time with him, he’s made it clear that living in hell just wasn’t feasible for you. you stay inside but that doesn’t lessen your anger at all.

╰﹒ meanwhile, the other vees have noticed vox was getting soft. he was still very much willing to kill low earning employees or employees who so much as implied that they don’t think too fondly of the vees’ companies, but he’s been a lot less moody, less whiney, and even less … obsessed with alastor? if that made sense? even if he watched alastor he was no longer as loud as he used to be, and it was worrying val and velvette. “oh for fuck’s sake—if anyone’s soft, it’s you assholes!” vox would yell when they didn’t drop the issue. so they left him alone after that point, hoping he would tell them what’s wrong.

[ren1327]

SPOILERS!!!

"Loser Baby" frame analysis (3/3)

(With lyrics)

Red = Husk Pink = Angel Dust Purple = Both Normal = My commentary

[ANGEL DUST] You're a loser, baby

Angel is deflecting a bit here, testing the waters. He's oddly shy, maybe exposed. Husk's wing is somewhat extended behind him, the umbrella over Angel. Almost as if shielding Angel from more than the fictional rain. I know damn well we all know what sharing an umbrella means in most anime! And Angel's hand behind his head and lowered brows shows a bit of vulnerability with Husk. A shyness to show himself to the other.

[HUSK] A loser, but just maybe if we

(Scene is a little later than the line) Husk answers with no malice or offence. In fact, his voice is much softer here, comforting Angel.

[ANGEL DUST & HUSK] Eat shit together, things will end up differently

Now Angel holds out a hand to Husk like he did at the beginning of the song when they first sat side by side. And Husk Happily takes it.

[HUSK] It's time to lose your self-loathin'

Angel joins in vocals, happily embracing being a loser and dancing with no cares in the world. He's shed all his sadness and shame from before. And all the while, Husk sings to Angel, taking more pleasure in Angel being at ease. Enjoying that Angel is shedding all the negativity he had when he first fled the hotel. Angel isn't just the subject, but the star of the song.

Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby

He gives Angel all the room to bask in this revelation, and "let hope in". This could very well mean Husk off all people believes Angel will either improve, or Lucifer willing, make it out of Hell. He holds his hand out to Angel, and Angel takes it. As if making a deal to have a better mindset and accept the reality: 'The situation sucks, but now that we've addressed it, we can find a way for us (Angel) to find a way out.'

Play your card, be who you are

Another little moment, when Husk says "Baby", he pulls Angel close for a moment before continuing the dance. Angel seems to notice this. His face is very relaxed and he continues vocalizing. He doesn't want to leave this moment. He wants to keep it going.

Husk is encouraging Angel to embrace all of himself, while also pulling him closer to Husk, but only after he takes his hand again. Husk needs Angel to make the decision to take his hand. He wont force him. Be it friendship or a budding romance, Husk is there for Angel and all his quirks and kinks.

[ANGEL DUST & HUSK] A loser,

Angel is now fully supported by Husk, but our bartender doesn't mind a bit, a wing folded under Angel, a show of Husk willing to support him (bird wings be fragile, I'd imagine Husk could have discomfort with weight on them.) And Angel sees Husk. Husk is relaxed, eyes closed, supporting Angel's weight and Angel is relaxed and at ease, seeing Husk as a new friend.

just like--

Angel allows his eyes to shut, brows lowered, no wrinkles under his eyes or brow, voice soft in harmony with Husk. Both are relaxed, smiling. They are not alone.

And they open thier eyes. Voices soft and almost as if sharing a secret. Thier smiles are still in place, both at ease.

No masks.

*

Welp! I am going to be listening to this song on loop. 10 fucking years since the comic snippets came out, holy shit!

I'm so happy for Viv and the team and the fandom!

Thanks y'all!

[aspiringtrashpanda]

WHOOPS I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH DAY 8 for @obeymetournaments' Obey Me! Month. Here's a little snippet, but read the full fic HERE!

Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 8 Prompt: Curse Featuring our favorite demon brothers, gender neutral MC and some good ol' fashioned Truth or Dare

The crackling fireplace was hot at your back, though you knew the sight before you was the source of the warmth in your chest. There were few things more comforting than lounging in the living room, in the presence of all seven of your housemates. The addition of a high stakes party game that even Lucifer and Satan agreed to join swelled your heart to the point of bursting.

“Okay!” Asmodeus clapped, his smile brighter than the fire in the hearth as he made himself comfortable on the carpet. “Does everyone know the rules?”

“What rules are there to know?” Not bothering to lift his head from his pillow, Belphie’s frame a lump breaking the uniformity of the circle in which everyone else sat, he drawled, “It’s truth or dare. You either answer truthfully or do something embarrassing.”

“I’m going to need you to dial up the enthusiasm, hon,” Asmo chirped, Belphie’s attitude failing to dampen his excitement. Beel’s brow creased in concern, and he leaned forward to peer at Belphie’s expression. When Belphie rolled his eyes, Beel offered him a spicy newt chip. 

Belphie accepted with a sigh. You didn’t miss the affection that softened Lucifer’s quiet observation from the armchair they had worked into their circle. 

“Besides, there is one rule,” Asmo held up a perfectly manicured index finger. You nearly flinched as his sunset eyes slammed into yours, a mischievous smirk all faux reassurance. “All seven of us have to go first before we get to ask our darling dove.”

“Huh? Why?” Mammon blinked, his expression mirrored on every other face in the room. You were confused, yourself. The group text message had implied that you would all be playing together. Oh no, was this about to get concerningly competitive? Or were they hosting an intervention about your recent obsession with otome mobile games? You’d been promised party games!

But Asmo eased your worries with a dazzling smile and a simple, “Because I want to ask them everything, which means all of you want to do the same, right?”

Devil crickets could be heard outside the windows. 

“I knew it!” With a wink your way that sent your heart spinning out in surprise, he declared, “It’s only fair that we all go first before we gang up on the cutest exchange student ever~”

Considering his words, you actually felt cool relief trickle down your spine, a delightful contrast to the warmth of the fireplace. “Thank you, Asmo. I think that’s a good plan,” You rolled your shoulders and shot your most innocent smile to the circle, “Now I get to watch all of you suffer for my entertainment.”

Levi squawked, his hands flying up to cover his face. Beel hummed something that sounded like cautious optimism, though perhaps you were confusing it with satisfaction from the freshly opened bag of spicy newt chips in his lap. Lucifer said nothing, appeared as indifferent as ever, which only made Satan straighten his posture and attempt to look just as unperturbed. 

His anxiety near palpable, Levi’s eyes narrowed towards the nondescript empty demonus bottle in the center of the ring. “But the curse is active, right?”

Satan nodded, “Yes, as long as you are touching the bottle.”

“Ain’t the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven?” Mammon scrunched up his nose. “I ain’t kissin’ any of ya.”

The resounding shouts functioned as both violent agreement and protest towards the audacity of the suggestion. You snickered under your hand, trying to hide your amusement. 

Asmo, however, shrugged. “It’s multi-purpose.”

Levi gasped, “A 2-in-one game pack.” 

There was a beat, a moment of hesitation hanging thick in a smog just above your shoulders, and then…

“So, no one can lie?” The reality seemed to hit Mammon all of sudden, fear lancing like lightning through his sapphire eyes. 

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, “That is what a truth curse implies, yes.” 

“No more fussing!” Asmo’s teeth glinted, a dangerous grin cloaked in pink gloss, “It’s time to spill our secrets! Satan, truth or dare!”

The defeat in Satan’s shoulders made you chuckle. He reached forward to grab the bottle, which pulsed a soft blue in his hand. “Truth.”

“How cute do you think I am? ♡”

Satan frowned. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Shifted in his spot, a wildly confused yet simultaneously concentrated expression pinching his face. 

“Asmo, did you break him?” Beel mumbled, pausing his chewing. 

“Oh c’mon! He’s not supposed to be able to lie!” With a pout, Asmo threw his hands up in exasperation. 

You waited, glancing around at the concern sparking throughout the room. Levi was already searching how to break a truth curse on his D.D.D. Lucifer seemed entirely unbothered. Belphie had already fallen asleep. 

Satan finally spoke, “I genuinely do not have an opinion on the matter.”

The bottle shone a brighter shade. He shook it, “See? Not a lie.”

You patted Asmo’s shoulder sympathetically. He crossed his arms and muttered something about the game being rigged. He then gestured for Satan to continue. 

“Hm,” Satan beamed as he made eye contact with Lucifer, “Truth or dare?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

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[alien-the-ghost]

⛧WIP Wednesday⛧

Here's a little peak of an upcoming Primo x GN!Reader fic I am working on :) I do hope to start uploading chapters for it soon.

Context: the reader seeks Primo out after a nightmare

He was a shadow since he first stepped foot in this abbey, your first meeting with him indicating that he had been keeping his eye on you. Unexpectedly, his close presence was never overwhelming.

You shifted again, frustrated. Once lovely sounds; the gentle patter of rain, the distant owl, only blended into the deafening, unrelenting turbulence of your mind. A sigh left you, now defeated. Despite the clock chiming twice, signifying the emptiness of the halls, you found yourself helplessly seeking the comfort of another. Even if there was nobody, nothing felt more isolating than remaining in bed at this very moment.

Perhaps you weren’t seeking just anybody, shaky legs barely carrying you towards the direction of a certain dormitory. You couldn't stop yourself, driven completely by the need for this panic to end. Although Papa had been kind to you consistently, you’d never thought about going to his private quarters before. You were aware of how he valued his solitude, as well as his privacy, only opening himself to his flock when it came to his teachings about Lucifer. After his sermons he would disappear without another word, as if he were just a figment brought up from hell.

You suddenly became very aware of what you were doing, where you were, when the creaking of the wooden steps cut through the air. Despite your light threads, the sounds of the old structure signaled to anyone awake that somebody was there. A small whimper escaped your throat, the gravity of sneaking out just to be near Papa weighed on your heavily beating chest. You still couldn't find it within yourself to turn around, despite your current hypervigilence, a deep seated panic continued to rule you. One that begged for his company, even if he was only close by.

He was a shadow since he first stepped foot in this abbey, your first meeting with him indicating that he had been keeping his eye on you. Unexpectedly, his close presence was never overwhelming. You were aware now he kept an eye on his flock from afar, although still unknowing as to why he spoke to you. Pity? Perhaps, but right now you didn’t care too much. You just needed his presence again, the kind that made you feel safe. Even if he was described as sadistic and terrifying, perhaps those aspects of him were just what was drawing you closer to the splintered oak that separated you from him.

Evidently, you should have been content and turned back there and then, by the now approaching footsteps. Without thinking you darted back around the corner again, cowering just above the staircase you were afraid to go back down in case it gave you away. Once shadows of the hall dissipated into a warm glow, highlighting the intrinsic crevices and design of the old walls before flickering to darkness once again.

Candlelight was to be expected. What was not was the sight of the very man you stumbled all this way for, the silver of his vestments reflecting a harsher light as he walked past you. You almost smiled to yourself, he was still in his usual attire even at this hour. Though he paced slowly, you did not dare look back for very long, unable to truly admire the way the soft light accented his unique features so wonderfully, that the paints would often hide. It was enough to put your mind at ease, to lay in your bed and focus on mapping out every little strikingly attractive feature until it was carved into your memory, yet the simmering fear of him noticing you glued you to your place. The footsteps stopped for a moment, yet so had everything else. There was no sound of a key, nor door opening. Everything went still, for what felt like an entire slow, excruciating minute.

“Are you coming in as well?”

His question made every hair raise, his lingering voice shooting through you like a shockwave. You had to catch your breath a second time when your line of vision shot to him, finding his glare piercing right back at you. You stammered, trying to find the right words for an apology that never left past your lips.

“Cat got your tongue, tesoro?” Your eyes widened when you caught what you believed was the glimpse of an unfamiliar smirk, barely any time to internalise the unfairly handsome image before the candle flickered a wave of darkness, obscuring him. By the time you felt a cold leathery touch on your cheek, he bore the same solemn expression you were used to. “Is that not why you’re here?”

“I-” how exactly were you supposed to explain that in fact actually you just wanted to sit outside his door and be near him for a while? “I… Had a nightmare,” you mumbled into the air, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry Papa, I didn’t mean to-”

“I see.” His voice softened, in a way that made your heart thud. He was soft spoken, but also commanding with his voice at all times, even in polite conversation there was always a tinge of reservation. His glove brushed against your arm, each little caress sending a new shiver down you until his fingers found yours. “Come in,” he gave you a light tug, one enough to send you following him into the pits of hell if he desired. But instead he guided you into the darkness that was his own personal quarters.

[mydahliarose]

Spoilers from last year's Christmas message ( putting it just in case) More miiri/niiri x Michael ramblings

When niiri's rage or madness takes a toll on her, Michael will hold her close in his arms to lay somewhere where its empty and quite. There he will close his eyes, caress her hair and sing her a lullaby one that Lucifer would sing to him during childhood. It was his most favorite song from his brother thus he vowed to learn it one day to sing to him one day.

An angels song is the most holiest thing to hear, there soothing voice is one that would make any malady go away.

Niiri would feel a heavy weight lifted everytime he sang to her and shed smile to him everytime, that precious smile always made him feel good about himself.

Niiri would then begin learning this lullaby to sing to him, most notablly everytime he remembers fond memories of Lucifer that would bring him to tears. She would held him in her arms returning the same gesture as hes done to her. Mimicking his angelic notes to ease him down.

From depressing memories to his most happiest of all ones. Tears of joy would begin streaming down, and his woes would soon fade into temporary.

After his deafet by satan in his bloodshed card hed seek niiri for comfort after bieng stabbed with a million knifes to satans comment about lucifer.

Calming him down was tough that day, so temporary putting him in her dollhouse domain would be a good option to distract him a bit.

In his old imaginary childhood room he felt safe, then began the song he cherished so much. Bieng held in her embrace as the little spoon, it felt like old times in his life with his brother.

But as he opens his eyes looking up, it was his beloved doll. He smiled and nuzzled his face on her chest. Sighing in a hopeless romantic way.

Although lucifer was gone in his life and would never hear his voice. This next chapter in his life wasnt so bad after all despite the taboo.

They are both going through the same brotherly crisis that only they both can understand one another. They understand eachothers pain and yearning the emotions they try to hide from the past.

That is why its so important and special for them to always be in each others arms and sing to each other like this. It gives them a moment to forget there old memories that all sadness goes away.

But alas, theyll always find a way to creep up back in there fragile minds.

Michael has also sang her different songs some that he made up by himself that dont involve the ones lucifer sang to him although he does sing those to her sometimes.

He even created his own romantic ballade one that he asked the help of thiago to come up with the key notes to sing. He only sings this song privately to her in her dollhouse.

When niiri points out that it was lucifer who taught him how to sing so beautiful, he will not shut up about it and will talk about it from beginning to end on how his brother inspired him to sing. Niiri will cross her legs and put her hands against her face and listen in awe about his hyperfixiation.

Niiri was already inspired by his lullaby now she wanted to learn from the best and learn how to sing like a true angel, Michael was more than happy to do so.

There favorite thing to do when they sing is Christmas carols whenever its December the whole church will always echo in there holiday spirit ask thiago or merywen theyll tell you yes.

Music is the perfect healer for these two forbidden lovers and always will be

End

[lovinggreeniehours]

pen thread music flame and comet? (@snowpuffclovers)

i can finally essay about takaharaa :DDD yayyy

🖋️ pen: say a fact about your self insert, it can be absolutely anything! short or long winded!

(hehehe angst)

when takahara absorbed the magic from the forbidden door, he obtained inhuman powers, among a few other things. one of the 'other things' could be read as somewhat of a curse? because ever since absorbing that magic, people have started to forget him

people he knew well and were close with weren't quite affected, of course. but acquaintances would find that his face, name, and voice have blurred in their memory. if an old classmate hadn't talked to him in a few months, there's a good chance they're right on the cusp of forgetting him altogether

he and solomon made a talisman to give to people that's charmed to help them remember. and to ease takahara's nerves a little. it's hard to go through life everyday having to remind everyone who you are. especially as someone in diavolo's inner circle

but he supposes it helps a bit during investigations, that people do not remember his face. but it keeps him up at night sometimes, wondering if he'll wake up the next morning only to find that his entire family had forgotten him

🧵thread: what would your self insert wear in the source your f/o is from? it can be multiple outfits or just one!

ooooh takahara has a lot of outfits lmao. i have yet to make better refs though 😭 so ill take the time and ramble about it instead im so sorry about how long this is HDDJFFJ

in s1 and 2, takahara's casual outfit is his signature red hoodie, grey pants, red sneakers (very random but important design note: after lesson 6, he always keeps the hood up because he feels like it better protects his neck :) ) it's very unassuming and comfortable, as that's how he hoped to be perceived

god wait that is so strange to say lmao not to tangent but 🥹 wow character development 🥹🥹 "oh no! guy who used to try and fade into the background and avoid attention realizes that he likes attention and has been deprived of it his entire life! he begins to work on himself and become confident so he never has to hide anymore and- oh fuck he's been cursed to be forgotten by everyone" like wow okay 😭

i haven't thought about it much before (just a little hehe) but takahara's wardrobe changes actually kind of do reflect his character huh 🥺 yay. go me im so good at this

his rad uniform is very standard. as i said, bland and unassuming. the most customized thing in there his how he uses the red sash as a scarf (also to cover his neck). as time goes on, the scarf becomes a staple part of his design. and i like it a lot because it's still takahara signature color red (more vibrant than his hoodie though 👀), but unlike the hood, it doesn't quite hide his face. takahara in rad uniform is like. almost foreshadowing for how he feels at home in the devildom. how well he fits in there without even realizing

(extra: in s2, takahara very briefly has a white and blue outfit when he and lucifer visits takahara's family in the human world. it's meant to directly contrast his usual color palette AND emphasize the demeanor change/masking takahara does in his old life as a human compared to how he's grown to be like in the devildom

in s3, takahara's outfit is somewhat similar as s1, but he has a black shirt, red hoodie (it's a slightly brighter red and has a zipper left open this time), and a denim jacket. i don't think about s3 much but ive contemplated whether or not takahara should put down his hood this season

now s4 and onwards is the outfit i usually draw takahara in now :D which is the light brown trench coat, signature scarf, boots, and rad emblem! these are his work clothes essentially. since by this time, he's joined diavolo's inner circle 👍

EXTRA BONUS: his nightbringer outfit, which i do have a reference for hehe. takahara has like a million more outfits for different events, but these show up the most in the main story :)

bonus: do you have a weapon? if so, describe it or show it!

hmmmm i wouldn't call it takahara's weapon exactly, but he had a rapier during nightbringer. which plays a um. somewhat significant role, let's say 😁

🎵music: if you/your self insert had a theme song, what would it be?

THIIIIIIIS!!!! THIS ONEE!!!!!

hate me sometimes - stand atlantic is The takahara song and it has been his theme song since the moment i made him 🙏 amen. i will be talking for actual days if i was told to do lyric analysis about this song so that's all i will say

bonus: an extra song that fits your self insert and your f/o!

if you ask me to lyrically analyze easy to hate - waterparks i might actually kick your door and talk for a million years but just know. that this is THE ARIFER SONG. it is SO their song. and i adore it with my entire being

i viscerally remember when i was first writing up their story and making the playlist and being so stuck because i couldn't find a single song that fit them well enough. AND THEN THIS SONG JUST. RAN ME OVER 😭 all the lyrics about them source trust me

🔥flame: does self insert have an enemy? if so, who is it and why are they so hated? what was a particularly heated moment between you two?

my enemy is lucifer. i hate him because he exists and for a heated moment there was- (is shot)

um. serious answer idk 😔 like to be very frank takahara hasnt hated anyone more than lucifer HDSHHSG like seriously 😭 he's not. an emotional guy. there are people that annoy him or people that inconvenience him but they don't really matter to him i think. he just calls annoying people worms,,,

and like the question is so funny to me, you can't say HEATED MOMENT and ENEMY around takahara 😭 that's the fucking enemies to lovers guy 😭😭

☄️comet: what was a moment where your self insert really shined? this can be a badass moment, a moment where you felt important to the overall lore, or just a really cool and important moment!

takahara mattering to the plot? 😭 lmao since when /j

i think the first things that came to mind are all instances of takahara trying to protect his siblings (the grimoire incident in lesson 6, distracting lucifer so they can sneak up to the attic unnoticed, all the times he steps in front of them when he senses danger) 🤔 hm. yeah i genuinely find it hard to find a very specific moment where he "shines", as the question put it. it's just that a lot of his more important moments involve his relationships with others

the only moment i think he really has for himself is absorbing magic from the forbidden door but god that is so trauma heavy i don't know if im allowed to call that badass lmaoo 😭

maybe, i'll consider that bit in nightbringer when lucifer loses control in cocytus so takahara (no longer powerless) gets to magic fistfight him :) HDDHFSGH

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part Thirty-Two}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~6.7k CW: heavy allusion to past trauma, body horror, blood mentions, graphic physical violence, lots of angst, lots of hurt/comfort, mentions of vomit, flashback to past lessons where Lucifer is violent, vague self-harm implication, swearing, refernce to The Labyrinth, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit©️

Storm snapped awake, her head pounding from the migraine that had rendered her unconscious at Lucifer's desk. The room was dark, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the blackness that surrounded her. She groaned, rubbing her temples to try to ease the ache. Tending to the amount of tasks Lucifer usually handled himself day in and day out was proving to be way more stressful than she anticipated, even with the help from Beel and Fern. She sighed, pushing the documents that she had caught up on aside and stretched out her back, squinting to try to find the outline of the eldest brother in the dark.

Lucifer appeared to have left when she was asleep. She wondered for a minute where he had gone, when the handle of the office door rustled slightly. The door slowly creaked open, spilling a crack of light into the room before shutting quickly behind the individual who entered. Before she could part her lips to greet who she thought was Lucifer returning from somewhere else in the house, she heard Mammon's conniving snicker from the darkness. A beam of light from the 2nd eldest's phone penetrated the darkness, shifting along Lucifer's book shelves in search for something.

"Heh heh heh...With Lucifer's memory gone I'm sure he wont miss some of these expensive treasures..." He quipped to himself, reaching toward a gilded statue on the top shelf. "...Can't wait to see how much this baby sells for."

"Just what do you think you doing, Mammon?"

He shrieked in response, the light from the phone strobing around the room as it clamored to the floor. The statue wobbled, threatening to drop from the shelf as Mammon tried to reign in his pounding heartbeat. Storm sighed, reaching for the lamp behind her and pulling the cord gently. The room became washed in an amber light, and she could now see Mammon, who tried to scramble up from the floor and hide his mischief.

"Hey! What'cha doin' sittin' in the god damn dark!" He huffed, doing his best to yank off the black rubber gloves before she could spot them on his hands. "And why're'ya all alone? This is Lucifer's study, ain't it?!"

Storm rolled her eyes. "I was getting ahead on some work for the next week and I had fallen asleep. Lucifer probably didn't want to wake me, so he shut the light off before he left...But more importantly, what are you doing here?"

"Aw, c'mon now...don't be like that." Mammon whined, strolling toward the desk. He hopped up on the edge, swinging one of his legs dismissively. "With Lucifer's memory gone, that means we can do whatever we want now, without any sorta punishment! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, don'cha see?"

Storm crossed her arms, staring flatly at him with an eyebrow raised. Clearly she wasn't amused.

"This is the perfect time to try to get in on some of Lucifer's secret treasures, and find where he hid my precious Goldie!" Mammon grinned widely. "Don'cha want me to treat you to a special dinner, Lucifer's treat?!"

"Don't press your luck, Mams." Storm sighed again, standing from the office chair.

"Tch, whatever...You're starting to sound a lot like Lucifer." Mammon pouted, reluctantly following behind Storm as she fixed one of the chairs Mammon had toppled over. He snatched up his DDD, snapping the flashlight off.

"Someone's gotta keep you guys in line." She flashed a smirk at him, straightening the bookshelves that he had fumbled into when she startled him.

"Well...anyways..." Mammon nonchalantly turned, snatching a box off of Lucifer's liquor cabinet without her noticing. He quickly shoved it into his jacket pocket before she turned to face him. "Tonight we're gamin' in Levi's room. You're comin' along, right?"

Storm sighed, dropping her gaze. "I wish I could, Mams, but there's still a lot that needs to be done and-"

"Seriously!? I ain't barely seen ya since this whole shit with Lucifer's memory started. We used to game every week, but for the past 2 weeks ya find some excuse not to play with us." Mammon threw his hands up, before shoving them back into his pockets. His frown reached deep within his eyes, the sadness of having not been able to properly hang out with Storm like usual clearly getting to him. "If we ain't gonna have our pact for much longer, I wanna get the most out of it while we still can, y'know?"

Storm's expression softened. "It wont be like we can't game after this is all over with, you know."

"Yeah, but..." Mammon shifted his jaw uneasily. "...It'll still be different..."

She sighed, knowing it was useless resisting such an adorable puppy-dog expression when Mammon looked at her like that. "Alright, fine. I'll come."

"Yahoo!" Mammon exclaimed, grabbing Storm by the wrist and dragging her out of Lucifer's office. "If we play Devil Cart, I want ya on my team!!"

Storm giggled, trying to keep up with Mammon's hurried pace as he pulled her up the stairs. His gate slowed when they reached the top, seeing a familiar, black-haired demon standing cross-armed in front of Leviathan's door.

"Lucifer?" Mammon blinked in surprise. "What'cha doin'?"

Lucifer bashfully turned toward the two as they approached. "...I can't get in."

Mammon furrowed his brow in confusion. "Huh?"

"He says I need to say a code, otherwise he won't let me in." Lucifer sighed.

Storm shook her head with a smile. "Even when his brother loses his memory, Levi is still strict about his room rules."

"Oi! Levi!" Mammon pounded on the door. "Open up, will ya!?"

"Sorry, this door doesn't open unless you say the secret phrase." Levi snapped from behind the door, seemingly pleased with himself. A soft giggle from Sarah could also be heard beyond the threshold.

"Uhh...Lets see..." Mammon scratched the back of his neck, seemingly trying to remember Levi's code. "The Lord of Fools is rich and good looking....and lives a super lavish life."

"BZZZT! Wrong!" Levi barked, followed by a cackling laugh from Sarah.

Storm rolled her eyes, pushing Mammon aside. In as soft of a voice as she could muster, she uttered the phrase: "The second Lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having Incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for his misdeed-"

"It was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed 'The Lord of Fools'." Levi opened the door as he finished the phrase for her, smiling widely. "Secret phrase verified. You and your party may enter."

"Why'd'ya gotta make such a long password for your room anyways?" Mammon grumbled as Fern (who seemingly came out of nowhere) rushed past him, eagerly flopping down on the beanbag across from Sarah.

"Do you actually submit yourself to that every time you come here?" Lucifer leaned down as they walked through into Levi's room, murmuring in her ear. "That's...quite impressive."

"Impressive..?" Fern snapped their head back in laughter. "This weenie will open the door for Storm even if she got it wrong. He changes it every damn day! Everyone else just needs to tag along with her so they can get in too."

"Hey..." Levi flushed. "Storm gets special permissions if it's urgent enough..."

"Yeah, 'cuz ya got a crush on her." Mammon snickered, flopping backwards onto the same beanbag Fern sat on. They shrieked, squirming to get more room by pushing him off.

"W-what!?" Levi's face reddened further. He brought his arm up to shield it from view, trying not to let Sarah see that he did, in fact, have a mild school-girl like crush on the red-headed human.

"Ha! Don't we all though?" Sarah cooed, batting her eyelashes at Storm. "She's hard to resist."

"Oi, enough'a that!" Mammon grumbled, kicking Sarah in the shin. She yelped, casting him a scowl.

"Anyway..." Heart interjected, pulling Levi toward his shelf of games. "What should we play?"

"What about Demonopoly?" Mammon smiled cheekily. "We got plenty of players to make it interestin'."

"Not after you wiped the floor with us last time." Sarah scoffed, trying to see around Heart for other games. "We could play Wheel of Misfortune?"

"That's really only good for 3 players though." Levi noted.

"We could take turns?" Heart shrugged. "It sounds fun!"

"I want everyone to get a chance to play together though." Levi frowned, tapping along the spines of his games. "....Here! Let's all play Super Smash Devils!"

The others excitedly bickered over which controller was whos as Storm settled cross-legged on Levi's floor. Lucifer handed her a pillow, deciding to sit next to her. Their legs almost touched given the limited space of the 3rd eldest's bedroom.

"...So, do you often gather at this hour to play games?" He asked, smiling warmly at Storm as she adjusted the pillow so both of them could lean on it.

"Yeah, mostly. It's not always the same crowd though..." Heart turned, counting the amount of people in the room to ensure they had enough controllers between the 4 humans, Levi, and Mammon.

"Yeah, sometimes Beel and Belphie join us. Vivi and Satan came once too." Mammon added, snatching the yellow and black controller out of Fern's hands. They hissed at him, smacking his arm to try to get him to give it back.

"I see..." Lucifer mused, watching Levi nervously hand Storm a sparkly teal controller with the name "Henry" written on the side in cursive script. He smiled as he watched her relax, finding himself intrigued as to how something so simple could make her feel calm. "Then, I'd like to play too."

Everyone in the room dropped what they were doing, snapping their attention to Lucifer.

"...What?!" Fern gaped, as if they couldn't believe those words had just left his mouth. "Grumpy McTight-Wad wants to what?!"

Levi used his pinky to pretend he was cleaning out his ear. "I'm sorry...y-you want to play games with us?? Really?!"

Lucifer swallowed anxiously. "That's not a problem, is it? If it's too many players we can just-"

"N-no! No, it's not a problem!" Levi shook his head, digging in one of his cubbies for another controller. "I just...didn't expect you to want to, is all..."

"Well, I do." Lucifer smiled as Levi handed him a black controller. "So, how do I play?"

Levi turned on the game, skipping through the intro sequences and moving on to the character selections screen. "Well, you start by choosing one of the characters you see here."

"Hmm. Alright...I'll go with this one." Lucifer smiled, selecting a the character that most reminded him of Storm. She was an archer dressed in white and green, with bright orange and yellow hair. She gave a hearty phrase of encouragement and confident pose as he selected her, causing his lips to turn up into a smile.

"Bahaha! You picked a total throw-away character!" Mammon cackled, picking a large, cartoonish demon with twisted horns and a long, spiked tail. He laughed menacingly as Mammon picked him, cracking his knuckles.

"Wait, Lucifer!" Levi frantically tried to get him to pay attention as he nervously watched Fern, Storm, Heart, and Sarah pick over his the characters he was best at. "Each character has attributes that make them more beneficial that others...The Fallen Archer isn't the best one for beginners, so-"

"Nah, let him learn the hard way!" Fern grinned evilly. "We'll wipe the floor with him!"

The battle began, each character frantically thrashing their weapons and using their magic abilities to try to knock each other off the map. The first one out of the game was Storm, followed by Sarah, then Fern, then Heart. Fern shouted at Mammon to kick Lucifer out of the map, but by some stroke of pure luck (and random button mashing) Lucifer managed to avoid his attacks. Then, he somehow used a move that nearly sent Levi flying off the ledge of the map as he tried to catch a power-up. Finally thought, Mammon managed to jump out of the way as Lucifer's character rushed at him, sending him careening off the side of the map.

"HAHAAA! YESSSS! That's a Second place finish for the great Mammon!" Mammon cheered, throwing his hands in Fern's face. "Take that, Booger Head!"

"I'll beat your fuck, you wiener!" Fern snarled loudly, trying desperately to push Mammon off of their beanbag once more.

A few more games came and went, Lucifer picking a majority of the characters that were left abandoned by the individuals who had more experience with the game. Along with his choices came lots of teasing and ridicule for his choices. Despite the poor decisions in character selection, Lucifer still managed to end up in either second or third place with each round.

"BOO ya! Eat my shit, Sarah!" Fern cawed as they smacked her her clear across the map with a giant hammer, sending her into oblivion.

"Hey, no fair!" She pouted. "I wanted the special hammer!"

"Ya snooze ya loose!" Fern cackled, now turning their attention to Lucifer. "You're next, grandpa!"

Lucifer scrunched his brow as he tried to focus, managing to dodge their attacks. Eventually they caught up to him, but they were both taken out by Levi's super attack.

"Damn! I lost again!" Lucifer huffed, setting his controller aside.

"At least you didn't get last like Storm." Heart snickered, pointing out that Storm was the first out of every round.

"hehheh, I'm just not very good at this game," She blushed coyly, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's still fun though!"

"Yeah. And still, I'm super impressed, Lucifer." Levi nodded toward him. "I wasn't sure if you'd be able to keep up, but you've gotten the hang of this in no time at all."

"Psh, yeah. Despite his poo brain, he's still the same stinky old Lucifer." Fern grumbled.

"Whatever, let's just move on to the next game. I wont quit playing until I manage to beat you at least once at one of these games, Levi." Lucifer smirked confidently, causing Fern, Sarah and Heart to erupt into a fit of laughter.

"You, beat Levi?" Sarah wheezed, trying to cease her laughter. "I'll believe it when hell freezes over."

Levi frantically hid his excitement behind his arm, hardly able to contain how happy he was that Lucifer showed some interest in something he did for once. It made him gleeful to think Lucifer would choose to play games with them, let alone actually enjoy the competition.

"Lets play Devil Cart! I call playing First!" Sarah giggled gleefully, hopping over to the game system and switching the cartage.

"This one is only 4 players, so we'll have to take turns." Storm commented to Lucifer, who eagerly snatched a place in the game before Mammon could select a character. "Each cart has different stats and-"

"Oi! I wanna go first too!" He grumbled toward Fern, who smiled wickedly back at him.

"Calm down, there'll be plenty of time to wipe the floor with you later."

"Why you!" Mammon captured Fern in a headlock, giving them a rough noogie as they screeched. Sarah and Heart began the race while they were distracted, giving both of them and Lucifer a head start.

Levi leaned back, tapping Storm on the shoulder. "Pst...Hey...Storm..."

She smiled, turning toward him behind Lucifer's back. "What's up?"

"Well...I...I just want you to know that...even if we're not bound by a pact, I still want you to come play video games with me here as much as you can." He blushed, averting his eyes. "You're still gonna be my Henry...okay?"

"Oh, of course." She smiled. "I love playing games with you, Levi!"

Levi shrieked eagerly, causing Lucifer to veer his car to the left.

"AHH! Give me a warning before you shout at the top of your lungs, Levi! You made me fall off the level!" Lucifer huffed as the floating Demon placed his cart back on the track and Fern blew past him, leaving banana peels in their wake.

Vivi's breath was sharp as they stared at their reflection in the mirror. Their bloodied fingers gripped the edges of the sink, desperately clinging for something to ground them back to reality. Normally, fights wouldn't phase them much- some of these demons really just needed to be put in their place and learn that humans weren't all weak willed fools who they could take advantage of. This one though...this one was different.

Vivi had been going about their normal routine, feeding the cats in the RAD courtyard with Satan before attending their first class together. He had done wonders to get her back into the habit of going to class, and they even found themselves wanting to impress him with their grades, so they actually started paying attention. Afterwards, they parted ways to head to their next class, but it was only a brief separation. The student who they had gotten into a fight with a few days prior had their sights on the grungy human, seeking them out like a predator stalking its prey amongst a sea of by-standing demons. They approached quickly, catching Vivi off guard as they stopped to fill their water bottle.

One rough yank of their long hair was all it took.

Vivi was torn away from the fountain, and immediately pressed into a headlock. The demon's hot breath on their neck made them want to vomit. It was as if all of their fighting instinct had faded away, and the only thing on their mind was fleeing. The tension on their scalp wasn't unbearable in the physical sense, but each tightening of tension pushed them further and further down into abhorrent memories that were previously buried in the recesses of her mind. They slashed their nails into the demons arm, pawing in desperation for him to release them. A window-shattering scream from her vocal cords, followed by the sound of crushing bones was all she remembered after that.

They weren't sure how they got out of the demon's hold, but the minute they were free, they ran. Their lungs burned as their long legs maneuvered them threw the amassed crowd, some yelling at her to watch where she was going as she plowed through them. Somehow, she ended up here- locking herself in the bathroom next to the council chambers, shakily trying to bring her mind back from the horrid memories that swam through her head and fogged her vision.

Her knuckles were nearly translucent as she gripped the sink. Her stomach turned; vomit threatening to surge up through her esophagus. She tried to catch their breath, cursing themselves over and over again for being so weak in comparison to the other demon. No...not the other demon...the other human who had caused all of this in the first place.

Vivi jerked their gaze down, as if seeing the memories playing out on a TV in front of her. No longer was she the strong human who few others dared to trifle with, who felt empowered by her many piercings and dark makeup. She was now the frightened child who had been meek and soft-spoken, doing her best to be friendly and loving despite the callousness she received in return. Before she decided she wouldn't let anyone push or pull her around anymore. Before her mind was plagued with memories of violence, the likes of which no child should have ever had to go through. Her scalp ached with burned physical memory that resulted in her keeping her hair short for years. She cut it off repeatedly until no more tendrils that the loathsome person who harmed her had touched were there. until she was rejuvenated; a new person....He skin unscathed. The same urge to rid herself of the burdensome locks returned, her brain crying at her to chop them off, to get rid of the thing that could render her immobile at the hands of another again.

A pounding on the bathroom door jolted her from her thoughts. the knock was frantic, desperate even. She couldn't comprehend what the voice on the other side said, but she recognized the tone instantly.

"Vivi? Vivi, are you in there!?" Storm called out, almost entirely out of breath. "Are you hurt!? Talk to me!"

Vivi sucked in a breath, trying to form words to ensure the other human she was fine, that she didn't need help. But nothing came out. Only a shaky, muted whine; a sound that Vivi didn't think she'd ever made before. Beyond the door, there was a slight murmuring, as if Storm was giving someone directions. Vivi tried to focus on her voice, thinking maybe it would get her mind off of the images passing through her brain.

"Stay right there, I'm getting help!" The sound of Storm's short heels clacking away on the marble floors getting father and father away did little to ease their anxiety.

Vivi took a shallow breath, digging in her satchel to fish out a multi-tool. Using the knife, she shakily held it up to about half-way up a segment of her hair. In one swift movement, she sliced through the tendrils, causing the black, violet, and purple locks to fall haphazardly to the ground. She stared at the hairs as their chest heaved, finding the action to be cathartic. She held her breath, repeating the action several times until her hair was about ear length, though the fashion it was cut in made it uneven. She didn't know when her tears started freely cascading down her face, but as she looked in the mirror once more, she saw the red blotchiness on her damp cheeks, some loose hairs adhered to the tears that wet her face. She didn't know how long the process took, but it felt like an eternity before Someone called to her again from beyond the bathroom door.

"Vi?" Satan's voice echoed through the bathroom. She remained deathly still as he jiggled the handle of the door, their gaze remaining on her reflection in the mirror.

After another few minutes of silence, followed by slight murmurs, the door jostled open. In the threshold stood Satan and Storm, and beyond them hovered Barbatos, a master key-ring dangled on his fingers, and a confused Lucifer, who had yet to have any meaningful interactions with Vivi. Storm and Satan shared a small gasp at the sight before them, nearly tripping over each other to come to Vivi's side.

Storm gently took the tool from their hands, not wanting them to suddenly lash out in fear. After securing the blade and putting it into her jacket pocket, she curled her fingers around Vivi's arm. "Hey...It's okay. We're...We're here..."

When she didn't answer, Storm looked uneasily to Satan, who curled his fingers around hers.

"Why don't we go home?" He murmured quietly, finally earning a slight head turn and blink from Vivi.

"Home..?" She repeated, her gaze now on her hair that was scattered around the floor.

Satan smiled weakly and nodded. "Yep, lets just ditch school for the rest of the day. I'm sure Diavolo wont mind."

Storm gave a pleading glance to Barbatos, who closed his eyes for a moment. After a short pause, he sighed, and gave a single nod. "I shall alert the young master of what happened here today, though I expect there to be consequences from you using your magic in such an aggressive way, Storm."

"We'll deal with that later." She said flatly, turning her attention back to Vivi. "Right now we just need to make sure they get home and get cleaned up."

Barbatos sighed once more, stepping aside so Storm and Satan could lead Vivi home. They took her hand, and Storm draped her coat over her, so they could lead her home with little interference from other demons.

Lucifer followed behind them curiously, not knowing what to make of the situation. He wasn't really aware of the clear power Storm held before now. It was if he was stupefied when Storm siphoned some of his magic, the pact mark on her chest glowing a bright cerulean when she uttered the incantation. What was more mesmerizing, was how hard she yanked the demon's arms off of the other human, bending them in such odd directions that the bones practically snapped under her touch. Given how soft and gentile she was toward...well...everyone, Lucifer had not expected to see such a frightening display of physical aggression. Though, as the memory of the action replayed in his brain, a fragment of a different memory passed him by.

She stood before him, arms outstretched. Behind her stood his younger brother, Beelzebub, and the smaller angel who's name he hadn't yet committed to memory. She had fear in her eyes as she stared him down, but he also saw determination and a plead for him to understand behind them. She shook her head, stating plainly that she would not allow him to hurt either individual she was protecting. He hadn't the faintest idea why he felt so fearful in that moment, but his body shook with terror and rage, but some part of him also felt admiration. He tried to hone in on that feeling, but the memory blocked his will. He gasped, snapping his eyes shut and pausing his footfalls. The memory of him grabbing Storm by the collar and casting her aside with a strong bout of magic rippled through his mind, along with her pained whimpers. The sound that seemed to stay glued to his ears as her body hit the wall made his heart pound deafeningly in his ears, not knowing what this random recollection meant at all.

"Lucifer..?"

The eldest brother snapped his eyes open, darting his gaze around the hall at RAD. Before him stood the small red-head, concern swimming in her eyes and knitted onto her brows. She touched his arm so gently, rubbing her thumb along the seam of his uniform. His breath was heavy, and it was now that he noticed that Vivi and Satan were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey..." Storm cooed, reaching her other hand toward his cheek. She cradled it delicately, moving his jaw so that his eyes stayed focused on her, rather that the whispers all around them. "Is everything alright?"

Lucifer swallowed hard, shaking his head. "I...I'm not so sure."

She nodded sadly, taking his hand in hers. "Lets get you home too. I'll make us all some tea."

Lucifer nodded his mind feeling hazy as she lead him down the rest of the corridor. They caught up with Satan and Vivi on their walk back, noticing that the two had stopped to pet a cat on the sidewalk just outside RAD. Something in her heart told her that things would be okay, but the anxiety about such intense reactions happening one right after another, and to individuals who she considered herself so close to, frightened her to no end.

Satan held Vivi's hand firmly, taking Storm's encouragement to go on ahead while she dealt with whatever was wrong with Lucifer that made him stop in the middle of the hallway. He kept his peripherals on her, making note of every slight wince, shuttered breath, and deep swallow that she performed. His pace was quick, wanting to get her to the safety of the house of Lamentation as soon as physically possible. He was so focused on the task at hand that he barely noticed one of the regular cats patter up to them from behind, meowing incessantly for attention. It wasnt until Vivi's yank on his hand, requesting him to slow down, that he gave the animal some thought.

They bent down, scritching it's favorite spot underneath its chin that it liked the most. Satan watched at first, noticing the slight smile that developed on their lips as they pet the cat. He joined them, trying to make conversation that would distract them from whatever awful feelings caused them to chop off all their hair.

"You know...now that Lucifer's lost his memory, we may be able to convince him to let us bring one of these guys home." He smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "I think it'd be nice, don't you?"

Vivi didn't say anything in response, only nodded. Satan tried to maintain his smile, but couldn't help the anguish he felt at her silence. He knew it wasn't uncommon for Vivi to be relatively quiet, choosing to bask in their own silent company, and occasionally his. But this silence felt different. It was as if she wanted to speak, but couldnt find the strength or ability to.

Satan sighed, tossing a glance over his shoulder. Both Storm and Lucifer finally exited RAD, and Storm's face was paled with concern- even more than before. Lucifer had a look of anxiety about him, one that Satan didn't think he'd ever seen. He gave a sigh, turning back to Vivi and motioning for her to keep walking. Satan smiled as the cat followed on their heels, purring loudly, which helped make the silence between the four of them a teeny bit more comfortable...though a tense anxiety remained, hovering over them like a storm cloud.

Solomon and Diavolo were waiting for them on the stoop when they returned, having heard about the situation from Barbatos. They tried to corral them all, but Satan had other priorities. Storm decided to meet with them alone after brewing some tea and ensuring Vivi and Lucifer were attended to, while Satan took Vivi directly up to his room and set her in his bed amongst the softest blankets he could find scattered around the room. She put up no fuss, which Satan felt relieved by. He half suspected her to immediately shut herself away from him and Storm, which was usual for her. But something about the grip she had on his hand as he stated he would go bring her up some tea and snacks made him hesitate.

"Don't leave..." The first words she spoke since they found her in the bathroom hit his ears like an avalanche, despite being barely audible. He frowned, kneeling in front of her. His fingers smoothed over her cracked knuckles, dried blood still painting the underside of her nail beds and the pads of her fingers.

"Okay. I wont." He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist. He watched as she nodded, then dropped her gaze to the floor. He would focus on cleaning her up later. For now, she needed some rest and support.

Using his magic, Satan called over a few of the floating books that spun lazily around the room. He cast them aside until he found one that was easily digestible in Vivi's state, landing on a novel that was relatively popular in the human world around the 1980s.

Satan settled in next to Vivi, who instinctively leaned into his arm, shifting from holding his hand to clutching his bicept. He began to read, filling the awkward silence with a story about a young girl who found herself in a grand adventure to save her younger brother after he was stolen by a goblin king. Vivi listened, but her expression was mostly unwavering. He occasionally glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, ensuring she wasn't under any duress. It was awhile before there was a gentle knock at the door, and Storm appeared from the threshold, carrying a tray of tea cups and sweets.

"I brought some milk tea and raspberry jam squares." She said softly, carefully stepping around the books that were strewn about haphazardly around Satan's room. She set the tray down on a short, stable stack of books, asking Satan if she needed anything else from her.

"Perhaps later." He nodded in thanks, giving Storm a warm smile. "I can take care of things for now."

She returned his nod, sparing a concerned glance toward Vivi. Pressing a hand softly to her shoulder, she gave her her best attempt at a smile, given how anxious she was. "Vivi...I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you want to talk, we can. If not, that's fine too. Satan and I are here for you, okay?" She paused, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Don't hesitate to ask me if you need something. I'll do or get whatever you need in a heartbeat."

Vivi glanced up to her compassionate gaze, finding Storm's warmth spread through her veins like a heated blanket. "Thank you, mom."

Storm blinked rapidly in surprise at first, sparing a glance toward Satan, who quirked his brow in confusion. Vivi's face turned beet red, realizing what she had said.

"Storm. T-that's what I meant..." She grumbled, swallowing hard and averting her eyes.

She smiled, giving a soft chuckle before saying her goodbye and leaving the two alone for the evening, making due on her promise to meet with Solomon and Diavolo after the two panicked individuals were properly taken care of.

The rest of the afternoon, Satan read to Vivi from the book he had selected. She stared off in the distance, snapping herself awake when sleep threatened to take her over. She was afraid of what would haunt her dreams if she dared close her eyes, but having Satan's voice and touch ground her to the present was helpful, and while she couldn't express it yet, She was grateful that he took the time to make her feel comforted without expecting her to talk about what had happened with the demon, or why she had decided to rid herself of the burdensome locks.

She sighed, taking slow sips of the sweet tea as he read to her. It was as if she was finally getting used to being cared for by others, and while it was comforting, a part of her was angry that it took so long for anyone to find value in her. Obviously their calloused demeanor and tendency to shut others out didn't help matters, but after all it held the purpose of keeping them safe. Despite the fact that others still made them nervous and resulted in their walls being firmly set up, the 5th born brother and gentle red-head did wonders at making her feel loved for the first time in her life.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my lord." Storm bowed in apology after closing the doors to the common room, isolating themselves from the others in the house. It took nearly an hour to ensure that Vivi and Lucifer had what they needed, and she felt bad for making the two wait with little explanation.

"Not to worry, my dear." Diavolo grinned. "I'm glad that you have fallen in line with Lucifer's former duties so effortlessly. It has made his amnesia much easier to deal with."

"I appreciate that, but..." Storm sighed, easing down into an armchair. Her head throbbed as she massaged her temple. "It definitely hasn't been easy."

Diavolo chuckled. "I can imagine. I'm sure getting a taste of what Lucifer deals with daily has aged you by a millennia. I expect your hair to be as silver as Solomon's in no time."

Solomon shared in Diavolo's laughter, and Storm did her best to give a polite chuckle, but the exhaustion from the past week had significantly worn on her.

After their laughter faded, it was silent between the three individuals for a moment. Solomon shifted uneasily in his seat, glancing between the two individuals before him. Storm finally cleared her throat after being unable to take the tension in the room anymore.

"So what's so urgent that we need to talk about?"

Solomon sighed. "Well...I figured it would be easier to tell you both at once...I have run into a slight problem."

Storm swallowed nervously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it appears as if the night dagger- based on my research and observations- has been previously used, and barely has any magic affinity. We will need to have a significant bout of magic within it in order to perform the ritual."

Storm shot her gaze to the floor, her hands starting to tremble.

Diavolo frowned. "Is there any way to 'charge it,' so to speak?"

"I'm not sure." Solomon sighed. "Based on my research, it seems possible, but I still am not sure how, or what that process looks like."

"Hmm...This certainly is a dilemma..." Diavolo glanced pitifully toward Storm. "Especially considering the fact that Storm's magic is becoming more unstable with each cast. The effects are becoming more immediate than before, I'm afraid."

Storm slowly lifted her eyes to meet the prince's. "What..?"

Diavolo sighed. "Even before Barbatos told me, I knew you had used your magic at RAD, Storm. Numerous 8-Eyed Sparrows dropped dead from the sky in the gardens at the castle earlier this afternoon. I have also been getting reports that the phenomena has happened within a 12 mile radius of RAD- at the very least. Based on the timeline that Barbatos gave me, it happened within mere minutes of you using your magic on the demon who was attacking Vivi."

Storm's face paled. Shakily, she grabbed her seat for support so she didn't heave onto the floor right in front of them. "I-I'm sorry...I just panicked...H-h-he was hurting her...and I...I..."

"There's no need to apologize...I know you wouldn't have done so if there was another option available." Diavolo gave her a slight smile, reaching across the coffee table to rest his hand on her knee. "But given this incident, it appears as though we are running short on time. Solomon, how long will it take for you to learn what will need to be done to power the blade?"

Solomon shifted his jaw, letting a puff of air out through pursed lips. "I will do what digging I can. Hopefully no more than a couple days."

"Very well. Until then, Storm- please do not use any more magic." Diavolo warned, squeezing her knee firmly. "We don't need to expedite the horrible impacts this power has on the three worlds, and cause more harm in the process."

"Understood..." Storm nodded frantically.

Diavolo and Solomon shared an uncertain glance before they finally stood, saying their goodbyes and exiting the House of Lamentation almost as quickly as they entered. Once they were gone, Storm dropped her head in her hands, soft cries expelling from her throat. She felt so terribly guilty for the harm she had caused, now convincing herself that she had caused an entire species of Devildom birds to go extinct because of her recklessness. Thoughts of Lucifer being permanently kept in a state of amnesia also flooded her brain, followed by the potential fate of the brothers, angels, humans, and other species she had come to love. The intrusive imagery and accusations came endlessly, causing her to cry harder.

Just beyond a crack in the door to the common room, Lucifer stood watching. Malice whined quietly at his side, trying to determine which individual needed more comfort from him at the time. Lucifer swallowed hard, hating seeing Storm in such a fragile state, but figured his presence would only cause her embarrassment. He sighed, silently closing the door and returning to his study, the large dog following uneasily at his heels.

He poured himself a drink before sitting on the plush sofa, wrapping the blanket Storm had given him around his shoulders. He breathed deeply. It smelled just like her.

Malice laid on his feet, curled into a large, protective ball. Lucifer gave another deep sigh, deciding that he would wait until Storm came to him like she said she would. It hurt to leave her alone like that, but he knew it was for the best. Additionally, he needed to formulate his thoughts surrounding the flash of memory he obtained a couple hours earlier. He needed to ask her about it- and he needed to find out how many times he had lashed out at her in such a way. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could do to atone for the actions, but he wanted to at least try.

[hom3land3r]

Homelander truly didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He was putting a lot of trust in Lestat here, something he hoped he wouldn’t regret. The only thing keeping him calm was knowing how Lestat felt for James. He’d do anything to get him back, as would Homelander. He flew after Lestat, letting the vamp lead the way. After all, he didn’t know where they were going. Only that it wasn’t too far away. He wasn’t used to following, wasn’t used to relying on others so much, and taking somewhat of a backseat. But he had no choice. He figured it would all be worth it the moment they got James back.

Even as they arrived outside the penthouse, Homelander simply watched as Lestat talked his way by the doorman. He followed and entered the elevator where it took them up to the penthouse floor. Homelander entered after Lestat and simply looked around. The place was well furnished. Fancy. High class. Lucifer was certainly a man of money and liked everyone to know it. While Lestat glanced around, Homelander grew somewhat impatient as he began to place. He didn’t sense any other presence within the room, and so assumed Lucifer hadn’t arrived quite yet.

And then the elevator dinged and a voice rang out. A voice unlike any other he’d heard before. Homelander turned round immediately and stared at the man. Brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, gaze shifting to looking him over while he introduced himself. “Morningstar? Quite the name.” He muttered before glancing over to Lestat as he spoke. He couldn’t argue, at least the vamp got straight to the point. The only reason they were here was for help in finding James.

Gaze shifted once more to Lucifer, brows once again furrowing as the man seemed keen to know more about him. “Another time, perhaps. When I’m in a better mood. Only reason I’m here is for Ja—…” And as he gazed into those eyes, as that question was thrown his way, Homelander paused and relaxed. He felt warmth. Felt comfort. Felt an ease to his pain. He felt like he could breathe for the first time since he discovered James had gone missing.

“I want to be strong enough to fight whoever captured James. I want to save him and bring him home, whatever the cost.” He muttered honestly, staring into those eyes. It felt…good, to be open. To tell the truth. Like if he said it out loud it would come true.

Homelander gave a nod as he headed off to shower. He couldn’t actually believe he was teaming up with Lestat of all people. It was funny how differences could be pushed aside during drastic matters. The Supe wasn’t in any position to be fussy when it came to help, after all. And if it did come to a fight, who better to have by his side than Lestat. …Other than Gazelle, of course. But Homelander didn’t want her involved if it could be helped. He didn’t want her getting hurt. That and she would be better staying at Vought to keep an eye on things while both he and CEO were gone.

Homelander sighed deeply as he turned on the shower and climbed in. He didn’t even care if the water was hot or cold, not that he could feel it anyway. He watched as the water turned crimson, attempting to wash away the blood that had almost become like a second skin. It was only then that he felt himself break, felt tears roll down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly. James deserved far better, and always would. After all he’d been through, he didn’t deserve to be tortured by the council. He wished he could take James’ place instead. Anything to keep his vamp safe.

After a few deep breaths, Homelander finally calmed and continued with his shower, washing and scrubbing the blood from his face and hair, and then freshening up properly. He brought his costume in as well, washing it along with himself. Luckily the material stopped any staining, so it was relatively easily to clean. Needs must when he didn’t have a spare costume around.

Before too long, Homelander was dressed, and clean once more. He left his hair to dry by itself, not caring if it was messy. He left the bathroom and rejoined Lestat and Stacee, giving a nod. “Hope this is clean enough for your friend. …Lucifer was it? I could hear from the shower. Seemed quite easy to get him to help. A little too easy.” He couldn’t help but feel suspicious, clearly not even thinking that this Lucifer was the real one. That would be insane.

“Anyway, I’m ready whenever you are. The sooner we leave, the better. I’m keen to see how this Lucifer will be able to help us exactly. You seem to have a lot of trust in him.” He mused, glancing at Lestat.

[barbatoslove]

Nightmares - Obey me

characters: Lucifer, Mammon i couldn’t come up with the rest of them bluh gn! reader (reader is not described physically) warning: suggestive, kissing, mentions of depressive thoughts and a little self indulgent. wc. 1.6k not beta read, i couldnt find it in myself to finish it

Another nightmare. You sat up in your bed, holding your head in your hands. Were you crying at this point? It seemed so. Night after night you'd have these dreams that left you with a racing heart and out of breath. Some were silly, like those spider dreams everyone seems to have but others felt too real, too dark. Either way you couldn't rest properly. You laid your head down again. You wanted to sleep and let the nightmare slip from your mind but it didn't make this feeling go away. Your chest was heavy and your eyes burned. Please, you begged in your mind. I just want to sleep. but to no avail. So you had to get up. You grabbed your blanket, letting it drag behind you as you walked. You were going to seek comfort in another. there was nothing wrong with asking for help, right? 

Lucifer

You stood outside his door for a few seconds. You wondered what he'd say. You managed to think of every scenario where he'd say no but truthfully, He loved you. He loved you completely. He would never turn you away.

You don't know why this felt so big to ask of him but it made your chest squeeze just to knock on the door. "Come in." You heard his voice from inside. Pushing the door open, peeking into the room.

You found Lucifer sitting at his couch and reading over some documents. The fireplace was on making soft crackles that harmonized with the gentle music he insisted helped him focus though some days you'd find him gazing off into nothing just listening to the music as if he was lost in a memory. But it was nice music.

Lucifer raised his head from the papers he was reading and setting his glasses aside. "Can't sleep?" he asked, already making a spot for you on the couch and gestured you to come over. You only nodded in response. You walked over, and sat down next to him. Lucifer carefully wrapped the blanket more securely around you before tucking you close to his side, then placing a kiss on your forehead once you were comfortable. He was always so warm and gentle when handling you in moments like this. You were like a flower in his hand and he'd only provide the utmost perfect care.

Lucifer brush his fingers against your cheek when inspecting your face. "Were you crying, love?" he brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "Was it another nightmare?"

"How could you tell?" you asked quietly, looking up at his pretty red eyes. His normally slit pupils where a little more round, his usual harden expression was just a little softer.

"Nightmares often plague the minds of those magically gifted." He explained gently. "Its a burden we all must bare. Would you like me to bring you to the bed?" "I'd like to stay here with you if that's alright." Lucifer smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek to kiss away any of your tears. "of course." He finally gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.  "You're always welcome to stay with me." he hummed.

You couldn't help but smile a little when he kissed you. You did love how comfortable he was with being affectionate with you. With his brothers, He had to hold back with his desires in order to keep the peace but you knew, Lucifer was just as needy. He loved to hold and kiss you, to caress and cuddle you; to have you as close as possible.

He wrapped his arm around you so he could pet you with the other. You exhaled while staring at the fire, keeping you both warm at this hour. Your heart was at ease. I think I can sleep now, you thought. Protected in his arms, no more nightmares would plague you tonight.

"I love you." He said so softly. It surprised you, not that he loved you (he always made sure you knew) but... the idea that you were loved. It wasn't that you forgot but... to hear it, it was a reminder. You are loved.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling tears pool up in your eyes. "I-I love you too..." you managed to choke out. No matter how hard you tried to hold it in, you made a weak sob.

Lucifer raised his brows, surprised at your reaction. "oh, my love, you poor thing..." he sighed, hugging you close. "shh its okay. You're okay..." he whispered. "I love you so much. I always will."

You weakly nodded, sniffling and trying to nuzzle as close as you could to him, "shh its okay. Rest now. you'll feel better after a good night of sleep."

"What if i feel like this again...?" you whispered, looking up at him with teary eyes and trembling hands close to your chest.

"Then I will be here to comfort you. " Lucifer held your cheek gently and brushing tears away. “I will be here through all things good and bad. You don’t have to afraid to come to me. I love you very much and would do anything for you.”

"You promise...?" "I promise. Now get some rest.” And with one final kiss, you felt like you could sleep.

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Mammon

You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders, walking down to Mammon's bedroom and heard music from inside. Of course he was awake, Why wouldn't he be? You knocked but he probably didn't hear it so you opened the door. and Of course, His room was a mess. (not that you cared.)

Mammon was doing something in his closet, tossing clothes onto the floor. He was probably planning on going out or something so you frowned, turning away quickly to escape back to your room.

"Oi! Where do'ya think you're going!" Mammon yelled from across the room. He was about half dressed up so now you felt even worse about stopping his plans. He made his way over to you, stumbling on a stray box on the floor but soon was in front of you. "Sneakin in here without me knowin' and then tryin to sneak out and still not sayin anything!" he huffed.

"sorry." You made a weak smile, "I was gonna ask you something but I didn't know you were going out so I'll bother you later." you tried to leave again but he reached for your hands.

"woah wait wait- one sec" He stepped away for a second to turn off his music but came back just to take your hands in his and look at you properly. "ask me."

You looked up at him. You inhaled, trying to find the courage to speak. You glanced down at his hands holding yours, noting the way his thumb caressed your knuckles in a small gesture of comforting you. "um. well... i had a nightmare and now i can't sleep." you frowned. "so i wanted to ask if i could sleep in here... with you." you finally looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Mammon's cheeks were all pink and it was obvious he was trying hard to conceal his excitement. He inhaled before blurting out. "well okay! but only because you insisted...!" he huffed, his cheeks all red. "Of course you'd come to the Great Mammon cuz I'm the best and I'm-" "Mammon."

"ok ok ok hold on. sit here." You made a small laugh and let him nudge you over to his bed to sit you down.

"Where were you planning on going?" You asked, watching him pace back and forth while striping off his clothes to put on his pjs.

Mammon made a loud hmm sound, "Just going to gamble a little but Duty calls! I gotta protect my human!" he said proudly.

You giggled. Your heart always felt a little lighter around him. He always knew how to make you laugh. "okay, hurry up. come to bed" you hummed.

He made his own little laugh, turning out the lights before hopping onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. You smiled, laying down but not before setting up your your blanket to share with him. Mammon brought the covers up to your shoulders.

"comfy?" He smiled. You nodded to him all nuzzled in warm blankets with a cute smile on your face.

Mammon fidgeted for a moment before leaning down, giving you a small kiss on the lips. Then quickly laid down like he didn't. You giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close.

"Do you think you can sleep now?" he asked with just the cutest smile. You could feel his hand lightly pet, his legs entangled with yours. 'mmhm' you purred happily "no more nightmares?"

"yah when im close to you i think there won't any more nightmares" You smiled, just enjoying watching his cheeks get all pink.

He was just so adorable with his normally slit pupils blown out into full orbs like a cat seeing something it liked. he almost always looked at you with eyes like that. "I love you, Mammon." you whispered, giving him a small kiss. "thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He made a small exhale, pressing little kisses over your face enough to make you go into a giggling fit. "Mammon--!" you squeaked. Another kiss! "ok-!" Kiss! "mammon-!" Kiss! you had to cup his face and press your forehead to his to make him settle. "such a greedy demon." you hummed.

"i love you too, human" he whispered.

[matenrou-fan]

Lucifer comforts you after nightmare

soft Lucifer makes me explode yippee yippee yippee

NBreadef, fluff, comfort, just wholesome stuff;; 1352 words;;

Maybe it was a bad idea. But you couldn't keep laying in your bed like that, trembling under a blanket curled up in a ball like a scared small cat. Even fluffy fabric didn't soothe as you continued nervously squeeze soft folds of blanket with your hands.

You couldn't even describe what scared you so much, cause as soon as you wake up from your nightmare you immediately forget what it was about. The only memory was a bright flash and loud thud in the end, that's probably a reason why you wake up with a shrug, almost falling from your bed. But even without any details about your scary dream you still feel so uneasy, your heart was pumping at an almost painful pace when you just woke up and only now slowly start to calm down. Wave of chills keeps running down your spine while your gaze jumps from one thing in your room to another. You can't focus your eyes on something, your head is empty and overfilled with thoughts at the same time so..

Lucifer. His name pops up in your mind absolutely randomly, but for some reason you always feel more relaxed around him and even little thought of his name soothes you down. You wanted to see him so bad right now.. But at the same time you start to worry even more - like, yeah, Lucifer.. Who's probably sleeping in his room right now and it wouldn't be that polite to wake him up just because you see a nightmare.

But hiding in your bed was also not a good idea, as your head starts hurting. Body was still weak and stiff, your organism demanded to go back to sleep when you mind screaming you can't.

You sigh and get up slowly, a little bit dizzy. Even with the closed window, the air was pretty cold at night today, and you immediately shivered. The door was so far away, but at the same time it called you to open it and finally leave the room that was so scary for you now. To leave this nightmare.

Corridor was empty and silent. You didn't even hear any sounds from Levi's room who's always stayed up late watching anime or playing games, just what time is it now? Doesn't matter, you need to find Lucifer's bedro-

"Well well well, I can see someone is still awake?"

For a moment you thought you were gonna have another heart attack. But as soon as you turned around you finally saw him.

Of course it was Lucifer. He's too insightful and powerful for not to notice the crack of the door and these little steps. After all, he caught you several times before when you tried to enter the attic, at the very beginning of your life here, and you always wonder how..

But now he can see on your faces that this time you're not up to something. Even in the dark of the corridor he notices your scared eyes and pale skin and gets closer.

"Is something wrong?" - you close your eyes, hearing this deep voice was so soothing. You can't help but step closer too and suddenly hug him, leaning to his chest. Calm, slow heartbeat and warm skin through the soft fabric of his T-shirt feel so.. calming.

Lucifer gets surprised but hugs you too, his big hands on your back are so warm, and the way he lightly strokes your body..

"I'm sorry.. I can't fall asleep.." - your voice is much weaker than usual when you mumble softly.

Maybe if the atmosphere was different then Lucifer would probably try to be more playful right now, but seeing you so upset and scared hurted his heart a little. Despite the fact that he always gets angry when you mess around with other brothers and get into trouble, he loves this energy of yours. It was hard to see his little star in such a condition now.

"Want to lay down with me?" - he asks gently, holding you closer and when you nod in silence he picks you up and carries to his bedroom. Your arms locked around his neck, it was so comfortable in his arms that you almost immediately start to feel more at ease now.

In his room he carefully lay down you in his bed, still a little bit warm from his body. You pulled a huge blanket up to your nose, drowning in warmness and softness of fabric. It also still has his familiar and pleasant scent..

"Enjoying yourself?" - Lucifer can't help but chuckle. His smile was much softer than his usual smirk as he was still worried about you and wanted to give you some comfort.

"Want to talk about this..? Or about anything else?" - he lay down next to you, embracing your smaller body slowly.

"No.. I don't really remember that dream.. it was just so.. unsettling" - you sigh and look up at his face. Caring and loving gaze that he gives you so rarely and only in private was even more compassionate and tender now, his red eyes in dark look so deep.. You can't look at them for hours. Even if he's a demon now it feels like a piece of his angelic tenderness was still hiding in his eyes, in this gaze that he gives only to you..

"It's okay. Then close your eyes and try to sleep, darling. You're safe now, I'm here.." - Lucifer whispers and kisses your forehead.

"Okay.. Good night.." - you whisper, nuzzling to his chest.

His arms didn't leave your body even for a second now. Slowly stroking your back with his warm hands, caressing your shoulders, patting your head as his fingers play with your locks.. He silently supports you through these light and delicate touches, feeling as your body starts relaxing more and more.

Your face softened and your mind slowly cleared up as you were half asleep now. It was so warm and cozy here, it probably would sound stupid but there's no place in the whole world where you would feel safer than in the hug of this demon. Well maybe because with you he was an angel..?

Lucifer always surprises you with how sweet and caring he can be towards you sometimes, the way he shows you his attention when no one is around can make you melt.

Just like now - you still try to fall asleep when suddenly hear mild humming. Nothing particular, just some simple melody, but soon his voice got a little stronger and Lucifer started singing, in a soft and quiet way, almost whispering you a lullaby.

You don't breath for a moment, as if you was afraid you can stratle him. Maybe he thought that you already fell asleep so you almost didn't move now, hugging him with closed eyes and listening.. You can't say you never heard Lucifer sing before, but this was the first time when he sang just for you. Lyrics were kinda dainty and the whole tone of the song was lofty so you decide that it's probably a cradle song from the Celestial realm.

Wave of goosebumps covered your whole body, running right to your heart. Tickle sensation inside your chest makes you smile a little, as you enjoy Lucifer's gentle voice.

You absolutely forget about all your worries and are completely relaxed now. Even when you tried to stay awake a little bit more just to hear more of his whisper, it was hard to resist the sudden urge to sleep. So you quickly drift off to dreamland, breathing slowly and peacefully, all your body so calm, only your heartbeat was a little bit faster than usual, resonating with an exciting feeling of happiness from Lucifer's attention.

"Mm? Oh, so my angel has finally fallen asleep.." - he chuckled softly, looking at your cute face, so serene.. You trusted him so much and it makes his soul melt, oh how he wished to be that close with you forever..!

"Sweet dreams, my darling.."

In his tight hug, so close to his chest, to his heart.. you were at peace.

[leviathism]

Hello! Hope ur doing well! May I humbly request some very sweet soft sleepy comfort cuddles with Lucifer? With a gn mc (love your writings btw c:)

Late in the night—so late that you couldn’t even find Lucifer in his study—you wandered the desolate halls of the House of Lamentation. It sounded like the beginning of a horror story, but with seven pacts tying you to seven powerful demon lords, you were scared of very few things now.

You crept towards Lucifer’s room, making sure your footsteps were super light. These demons could be very light sleepers on rare occasions and you weren’t in the mood for a cuddle fest right now.

Right now, you just wanted to curl up along Lucifer’s back. With that image painting itself in your mind, you picked up your pace, reaching his door in no time.

You quietly eased the door open, wincing at each and every creak it made. It was as if Lucifer had put a spell on it to make it this way. You actually wouldn’t doubt it.

You would have smiled at the sight if not for your abysmal mood.

The minimal light from the hallway showed you a good glimpse of Lucifer in his silken pajamas, asleep on his side. He was slightly curled up, legs bent slightly showing his true relaxation as he rested.

You quietly shut the door behind you and stepped quietly over to his bed. Finding your spot next to him was never hard and you soon buried your face into the back of his neck, arms wrapping around him.

You must’ve somehow woken him up, despite all your careful and slow actions. There was a deep, long inhale and you froze, feeling how Lucifer shifted as he woke up. With his exhale, you tensed, already predicting his next actions.

He slowly turned around, taking you into his arms. After a few still moments of you holding your breath, his hand found your cheek and he dutifully wiped your damp cheeks dry. He paused. “I know you’re awake,” he murmured, sleepily sighing.

“Just—pretend,” you choked out, refusing to cry anymore. Crying took up too much energy and you didn’t have any left from the shit day you had just escaped. Lucifer hummed, his hand leaving your cheek. He slid it under your shirt and up your back to pull you more snug against him.

His hand left and soon the cover was over you, further encasing you in warmth. You hummed appreciatively, digging your head into his chest. Your arms wrapped around him and you pulled him even closer to you. You chose to ignore his amused yet fond chuckle.

“We will talk tomorrow.” His voice left no room for argument, but you always knew how to weasel yourself out of a hard situation. It also helped that he knew when to stop.

You didn’t reply, only smiled when his hand rubbed soothingly up and down your back.

[bloogers-boogers]

A typical morning for the hazbin hotel. Charlie and Vaggie remained busy as hell, the rest of the sinners were doing their daily activities to better themselves. Lucifer on the other side entertained Adam’s ducklings while the man wondered off somewhere. He didn’t really say where or what he was gonna do but he went with Angel dust so that’s a reliever in a sense. He had asked him to keep an eye on them while he was gone, however, he did remind him he was the king of hell and had a lot of duties to handle not some babysitter. Of course this wasn’t much of a discussion for Adam, he just left! And he definitely expected him to feel bad about it and reluctantly just follow through with his favor.

But—!

He was right. He couldn’t when those small pair of eyes started following him by the order of their absent father! So there he was, walking around the hotel with pile of papers in his arm looking through them while three demon children trailed behind him like a army of ducklings. So cute but irritating from Adam’s part.

He sighed, rereading some of the papers because he couldn’t focus of what they said, his mind just drifted everywhere but on the work. Instead of just continuing on his duties, he threw them in the air as they immediately poof back to his office. He turned around and placed his hands on his hips now looking with the most serious gaze he could possibly give at the three ducklings who just watched in amazement.

“Who wants to finger paint?!” He exclaimed in utter excitement.

~~~~

Adam lied in a coffin looking bed, “it’s gotten worse I don’t know what to do, I feel like i’m dying,” he complained in a small whimper, feeling some cramps hit his legs. He hold tight on the spider from one arm.

Angel dust just petting his head in an attempt to comfort him, if possible even ease his pain but couldn’t, “take a deep breath, sour puss. Alastor, why hasn’t he got better?!” He then glared at the other demon who was standing on the other side of the coffin, “you said he’d get better!”

“I figured it’d be an internal fracture, however once I cast a healing spell, it seemed it didn’t go away. I’ve never witnessed something so obscure like this before,” the demon explained calmly both arms crossed behind him, staring marveled at the man beneath him who was releasing many squeals and whimpers due to the stress of the situation and of course the pain he felt.

“ALASTOR YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! We maDE A DEAL!! aAGH–!” Another wave of pain hit Adam like being crushed in his abdomen.

“Now, now, my dear. Don’t be so dramatic,” he looked the other way with a ‘this guy’ face as he reached out his hand and wiped some sweat off the man’s forehead in slight disgust.

“Found this!” Husk appeared inside the small shred they were in, holding up two bottles of the strongest alcohol he could find, “maybe it can numb the pain.”

“Worth the shot,” Angel mustered out, biting his nail, still unsure considering Adam’s condition, “but maybe alcohol isn’t the best solution, think about it. What if we numb him to bliss but that’s just gonna cover up what his body is warning him from, not heal him. What if he is dying and we’re just knocking this guy out? Making things worse.”

“ARGHHGHHH—!” Another agonizing scream.

“Pass the vodka, man,” Angel immediately ordered with a much more serious tone, and in a deadpan face. Fuck it, he just wants his friend to stop feeling pain.

Husk pass the bottle to Angel and the spider demon open it trying to force the alcohol inside Adam but the man was in such a panic he refused gripping on to his stomach. He glared at the radio demon who smiled a little confused but Adam grabbed him from the collar of his shirt making the demon bend down to his level. Another scream was heard and that’s where he began kicking, opening his legs trying to punch anyone with his free hand. Angel backed away a bit to avoid getting hit.

In discomfort Alastor tried to get out from the grip but was forced even closer to the ram as the man screamed into his ears, he winced displeased.

“AGHH-ngAHH!! AhH!” Sweat poured down like waterfalls on Adam body.

Adam could hear the deer gulp a few times nervously, as anxiety started to hit him trying to get out of his cemented grip not wanting to see the aftermath, ear twitching upwards. He didn’t let go, if he was gonna deal with this and possibly explode might as-well drag that lying piece of shit with him.

Things got more tense as his screams turned more deeper and desperate, he felt an intense feeling in his ass. Like he was about to shit a load of triple loads of mega shit!!

He felt angel rub his side, while husk wondered around the small pace bCk and forth thinking of what to do.

“Let me go you filthy pig!” Alastor screamed, already tired of trying to get out from the odd strength of his grip.

“FUCKYOU!” He grabbed the man and wrapped his whole arm around his neck, squeezing him tight as he yelled even further. He could fell the deer struggling and wave his body around to loosen himself. He placed his hands on his arm gripping his nails inside trying to push his way out but failed too.

Even Adam is surprised of the sudden strength his acquired in this unusual but painful turn of events. But that was the last of his concerns, he felt something was coming out!

He widened open his legs and began pushing, his body shaking, the pain was unbearable.

“SOMETHING’S COMING OUT–!!“

“WHAT,” all three men looked horrified turning their gaze on Adam.

~~~~

And with a loud breath out, he plumped his body back against the hard coffin, finally letting go of Alastor as he felt his body relax

“Gross,” Alastor muster out, eyes watching a traumatized Husk holding on to what seemed to be a baby. Some green slime was splattered all over Adam’s legs, thighs and some was on the baby a long trail linking to said baby and going straight inside, well, you know… his ass.

Let’s not even talk about the cat demon whose arms were covered in all that shit. But whatever, moving on.

The pain didn’t seem to ease down after a whole minute of popping out that bundle of hell, coming another wave of pain.

Adam screamed and the three men flinched by the sudden burst, but now aware of what they were handling with. They prepared themselves.

“Shit! There’s more?!” Angel screamed rushing to where the cat demon was, pushing the still processing demon away as he mustered up some courage to deliver the next baby. Taking out his vest trying to at-least have something warm to wrap it with.

“Adam, why does this baby look like lucifer?” Said husk, after recovering from his first shock.

Alastor cleaned off some of that green slime that got on to his coat before grabbing his staff and hitting the floor two times. Now appeared some blankets, water and some scissors in case they decide to sacrifice the spawn.

Adam let out another scream and in a blink of an eye Angel fainted.

Alastor commented as he walked to the spider demon’s spot, “well that was poorly written off,” the man continued smiling, his eyes however showed annoyance having now left to do the dirty work once again.

He didn’t see this much of an issue considering he’s witness plenty of horrendous things in hell, the most deepest and most tremendously tragic things that evil could bring and of course what greed, lust, power could drive someone to do. All that shit load of trauma. However one push in and he felt his legs wobble at the sight. Another push and he started feeling himself crumble and sweating palms. He blinked two times and suddenly everything went black.

“Great, now bambi knocked out too!” Adam screamed as he grabbed his stomach, panting and sucking in some air for dear life, “useless cunts! ARGHH!!”

Husk carefully wrapped the first baby in a blanket before placing it right next to angel. Taking once more the place he never asked to be given but considering the circumstances he had no choice but to do.

~~~~

And here comes baby number three!

By this point Alastor finally woke up, trying to recover himself, noticing immediately that both babies were already in the floor as the cat demon still had to handle another delivery. He glared at both of those now crying babies the urge to stomp on their skulls was a warming welcoming he felt in his chest. He turned his gaze back on Adam, indifferent of his pain.

“Birth is a wonderful and blessing thing, my dear friend!” He exclaimed, pleased to see how the other man glared at that.

He felt a pang of sympathy for the man and summoned a handkerchief and wiped off the remaining sweat from his forehead still keeping a fair distance.

It didn’t take long for another scream to be heard, and in matter of minutes through pain, pushing and panting, Husk now held on to baby number three.

Finally breathing in relieved as he saw no signs of another one popping out of the oven.

Husk stared at the small creature almost in amusement, the stress and pressure of the situation didn’t give him the time to process that he was literally holding on to new life. He helped bring them out to the world around them. He wasn’t sure if it was entirely a good thing considering it’s hell, y’know? but, he felt warm. Nice.

He gently wrapped a towel around the baby.

Adam gasped relieved, sighing as he plumped his entire body down in exhaustion. Alastor remained by his side watching Husk handle the demon monstrosity the former human pushed out of his unable and not biologically possible body, how did he even get pregnant? That, the radio demon didn’t know.

He felt a grabbed on to the fabric of his coat, he glanced and saw Adam had gripped on his coat while he fell unconscious due to all that energy being drained away from labor. As he fell in deep slumber his hand let go and slowly slid down from his coat to his cold claw hands. Alastor felt the need to push it away, but remained stood, frozen in place watching the cat demon pick up the creatures, Angel already recovering himself as he stood up to help him.

“That shit was traumatic,” Angel spat as he cradled in his arms a skin pale as white pearls, seemingly looking boy demon. It cried too much for his liking.

“And you weren’t the one having to take them out,” the cat demon tiredly said uncharacteristic.

“Hey smiles, move your ass and help us with baby number three,” the spider pointed with his free hand the remaining and lonely baby who was still in the harsh floor, desperately wanting to be soothe.

“That one is actually the second born,” Husk correctly as he gently soothe the baby in hand. Which was the firstborn.

“Middle child huh? Whoops,” the spider demon commented almost apologetic.

Alastor winced his eyes, displeased, eying the bundle of hell then at Angel dust once more. Still remaining stood in the same position he was.

“Pass,” he says casually.

“Cmon, it’s crying for some warmth! And Adam is knocked out cold to even hold either of them. Don’t be a dick!”

Alastor tilted his head a bit, glancing at the various hands and arms the spider had indicating the obvious judgement he gave him.

The spider scoffed incredulous, “it’s not fair that we do all the work while you just stand there and do nothing! Considering you owe Adam your part of the deal!”

Alastor tsk, his smile remained cemented in his face, now shaking away the intruding hand that was on him and walked towards that… thing.

He winced disgusted, as he cautiously move his hands towards it, grabbing hold and bringing it to his chest. He felt ridiculous but he remained unfazed and calm, not wanting to show the others his discomfort.

“How is this even possible?” The cat demon spoke, now that they covered up who carried which baby.

“No clue,” Angel dust said, as he made weird little faces to the demon baby.

Alastor keeps his head high, his eyes focused on the man who lay unconscious, waiting urgently for he to wake up and handle his spawn. He refused to even acknowledge the demon thing he hold. However, it was becoming a hard task as the baby kept whining and with a surprising force yanked his coat forward, basically shaking him in a want of command for him to look, literally making it impossible to continue ignoring.

His eyes glared red, deadly, at the demon child however it quickly shifted softly looking at those big doe eyes, they resembled Charlie’s, and as much as he hates to admit it, he was also incapable of saying no to the princess puppy eyes ceasing in to them immediately after being used at him. He looked at it, taking in its features. The cat demon was right, it looked like Lucifer. Most possibly the rest of the hell brats as well. However, this baby had brown hair, one blond strand poking out freely on his forehead, red small horns coming out from the front of it’s head, circle red cheeks, brownish pale skin and lastly golden eyes. They were clear features that belonged to the father who birthed them but there are other characteristics like the shape of its face that resemble the king of hell, and obviously the cheeks. Alastor was not ignorant of coincidences, it happens, however the possibility of an affair between the king and the ram was predictable, at least for him it was.

Those two weren’t very good at hiding their domestic and affectionate displays around him. It annoyed him but what else could he do.

But that still doesn’t answer how it was possible for Adam to birth a child, nonetheless three. And not even present any drastic changes on his body during the pregnancy.

It was weird, an oddity of nature.

“He could be trans did you check?” Angel dusk asked.

Husk denied with his head, “that’s the dickest dick I’ve ever seen, and the babies came out from his ass.”

The spider demon huff in confusion still wondering how it was even possible. Adam didn’t even know either, which makes this whole thing even more unreal.

Alastor had so many questions, even making up theories in his head to possibly find an reasonable explanation to this phenomenon. So distracted and disconnected he didn’t realize his free hand held on to the most tiniest thing in comparison of his. The small hand held on to one of his claws and he opted to sway it in a playful gesture, soothing even. The baby was no longer crying, comforted by the demon’s warm embrace and the soothing gesture of just feeling his presence through the gentle movement of his claw, being put to sleep right after a few minutes of being cradled.

“Huh, seems you’re a natural,” the spider demon pointed out in a tease. Causing the radio demon to snap out from his wondering thoughts, now squinting his eyes in a glare at him.

Their gazes turned around as they heard the groan of the man that birthed these hellborns.

Husk approached the man as he tried to recover. Opting in sitting down and rubbing the side of his head, placing his free arm on his back in a stretch, feeling sore.

“What the hell happened, “he asked almost feeling himself in a dream.

“You just birthed three little hell babies,” Angel dust added softly, tilting slightly the small little demon boy he held for the former man to see.

Correction, a fucking nightmare.

“What the fuck?” He spat in utter disbelief and horror. Absolute horror. He placed his hands all over his bodies feeling violated, trying to find something, anything to answer what the hell was he put through just now?!

He looked at Alastor for answers but the demon just shrugged.

“I’m not quite sure myself, my fellow friend. But congratulations on fatherhood. Again, I suppose,” the radio demon pointed out, reminding himself that Adam was already a father from eons ago.

Adam fainted due to the revelation already hitting him.

~~~~

Adam stoic face stared at the three babies that now were on his arms, carefully place by Husk and Alastor making sure they didn’t fall.

“So what are you gonna name them?” The spider demon hummed, as he watched the disbelief man looked at his now children. Still saving himself to ask the dreaded question of who the other father was.

Adam’s brows knitted together unsure, confused, weird. Feeling many things.

“I’m still trying to process what the fuck is happening?” He spat bewildered as he opted to stare at one baby.

This baby boy had brown hair, a blonde strand coming out from the front part, small horns, red eyes, some big fluffy lashes, circle red cheeks. He was similar to her sister who was on the other end of his other arm with the only exception that his eyes were red.

The last one, was pale as fuck. Milk white. It would actually be concerning if it weren’t that they were in hell. His eyes were also red, but most of his features were similar to his siblings just like the brown hair, circle red cheeks and that unique little blond strand poking out that stood out the most. They were almost identical. He’d be in awe if he weren’t still processing the shock that these… were his.

And why…

Why… WHY THE HELL DID THEY ALL LOOK LIKE LUCIFER?!

“Fine,” Adam said after seconds of dreaded silence, “Asher,” he looks at the girl, “Celest,” he looks at the second boy, “ and Whiskers,” he lastly look at the last remaining boy.

Alastor arched a brow by the quick choice of naming.

“They’re based off who carried them,” he quickly answered everyone’s question, “before you guys handed them over. Asher was with Alastor, Celest was with Angel and Whiskers was with Husk.”

They all blinked in amusement of the choice of Adam.

Angel gasped, “awe, Adam. That’s actually very sweet coming from a douche like you,” he added, genuinely honored. Beaming down, staring at Celest, “Celest because ‘angel’? Clever~”

“ ‘Whiskers’ because i’m a cat? Poor kid, already having something to hold heavy on,“ the cat said annoyed but pitifully looking at the kid.

Adam huff defensive, “I thought of it, and I like the idea of shortening his name to ‘whisk’ or ‘wiss’ as a nickname.”

Husk looked at the ram demon, amused by the stubbornness on keeping the name as it is, maybe not wanting to admit how bad it was. But it wasn’t something he’d fight over, he’s just glad both the demon babies and Adam were okay.

Alastor remained silent during the entire exchange, his eyes stared at Asher with a hint of fondness. It was weird. He refused to like it.

~~~~

“Okay, but who’s the other daddy?” Angel dust muster up to ask, after seeing Adam’s shock wave down.

“It’s obvious who it is,” Husk added incredulous that the spider demon was still asking.

“I know that but I just want him to tell us.”

Adam arched a brow trying to piece up who they were talking about cause he’s damn well sure he hasn’t fuck no one since—

His eyes widened remembering the archangel and their little affair. He gulped.

“Lucifer did quite a show with this,” Alastor commented, sarcastically giving him the answer on who they were all guessing on.

“I haven’t had sex with Lucifer!” He spat surprised, flustered just by the question alone, nonetheless the thought of fucking Lucifer and then having his kids is absolutely ridiculous.

“Yet, right?” Angel asked in a doubt, not seemingly believing it.

“No! When have I ever gave the impression that I– what the fuck! That’s literally the guy who stole my wives!”

“Hate sex?” Angel Dust inquired, “pretty hot.”

“NO! I haven’t had sex with Lucifer!! neither have I planned on doing it. Again, when have we gave the idea that—“

And a buzz was heard in the ground grabbing everyone’s attention to the pants that were long gone thrown on the ground while through labor. It was his phone, someone was calling him.

Alastor walked casually to the unfolded fabric, carefully picking up the phone in question.

“Speaking of the devil,” the radio demon’s smile widened as he gave a small glimpse to the contact name. He looked at Adam’s full hands and opted to just answering it himself, “well Helloooo there.”

“Da fuck do you have Adam’s phone for, is he with you?”

“Yes, i’m fine. Thank you for asking,” the demon sarcastically answered, feeling all eyes on him, “he’s doing quite a show for himself actually,” he now glances at Adam, who remained silent not really wanting to involve Lucifer, cause if he knew. Shit was gonna go down.

Lucifer is more than capable of forcing Michael down, cut his wings just to make him take accountability. Creating in history the second most impactful fall to ever happen since Eden.

But how is he even sure these were Michael’s?!They fucked a long time ago there’s no way.

Even though this pregnancy didn’t go normally, that was obvious for the lack of tummy, but also because of the spacing he and Michael fucked. The timing was off. He didn’t feel they were the archangel’s.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see eventually,” The radio demon dramatically ended the call in a hum, firstly savoring the king’s curses at him.

Haven’t stopped thinking about adam and lucifer making out that’s all I’ve been thinking of