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man3at3r-mp4 · 11 months ago

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𝕿��𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖒𝖇 𝖍𝖍 𝖃 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 3.5

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Once upon a time, a long time ago there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light, angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil.

Lucifer was once, one of these angels, blessed with beauty and wild mind for creativity. But, he was also reckless, for his ideas while creative, were dangerous and could threaten the safety of heaven.

Soon, as the angels began to expand the universe, from the dust of earth they created Adam and Lilith. Equals, the first of mankind. But something went wrong, Lilith rebelled the orders of the angels and fled the garden.

Lucifer, soon found her, drawn by her rebellion against order, the two soon fell in love, a love not holy a love that went against everything heaven stood for.

The two rebels, not yet had their fill of their chaos and rebellion, turned their attention towards Eve, Adam's new bride. Lucifer and Lilith tempted Eve, with the apple of knowledge, and Eve was not strong enough to resist.

With this simple act of disobedience, evil finally found its way to earth, with it a new realm of darkness and sin.

As the council of angels tried desperately to maintain the chaos, they knew Lucifer and Lilith has to face punishment. As punishment for their crimes, Lucifer and Lilith were sent to dark pit he had created, becoming the worlds first fallen Angel.

Despite the angels best efforts, they could not completely rid sun of the world, Lucifer's and Lilith's damage had already been done. But the angels not letting their hope be lost, worked harder then every before to fix the damage Lucifer and his lover had cost in both heaven and earth.

The angels created judgement, each time a mortal soul would pass on from earth they'd be judged on the goodness of their soul. If they lived a good life, with no temptations to sin, they'd be granted the privilege to be in heaven. If a soul lived a life full of sin, choosing to follow after Lucifer and cause damage and destruction in their wake. They'd be sent to the pit full of darkness where such a soul belongs, hell.

Despite a new wave of sin, ramping the earth, the dream of a world without sin and a heaven brother than ever before, was passed down to the seraphim sister's younger brother. The prince of Heaven.

As the voice finished speaking, a hand closed the book titled 'The story of Heaven'. The bright gold and white adorned key, clutched in a dark greyish hand. She stared at the key, longingly before a small hand and a high pitched voice called out to her.

"Sera! Sera!" The little boy pleaded

"Yes, y/n?" The female Angel asked, as she placed the book down on her lap, the key transforming in a bright blue puff of smoke, into a white, three eyed, winged puppy.

A child sat not far from the angel, on a bed way to big and elegant for a 4 year old. 'Y/n' blinked, as the puppy nuzzled into the child's hand as it sat beside them. "Um...why?"

The female blinked, "why what?"

"Why did Lucifer go against everyone?"

Sera blinked, "Well, he simply got cocky thought he knew everything better than everyone else did" she replied.

"But...why?" Y/n asked again, frowning.

"Because, Y/n" she replied once more.

"But because why?" He repeated. Sera sighed, rubbing her temple.

"Y/n..."

"Why did Lucifer think he was better? Why did Lilith leave the garden? Did she think she was better than Adam too? But why would she do that? Also why did they give Eve the apple? Why did they-"

As the little boy went on and on with his questions.

The snow haired Angel sighed once more. Before she could could get Y/n to quiet down, she was snapped out do her thoughts by the door creaking open.

Sera snapped her head, over to the door only to see a familiar short figure, adorned in a similar dress like hers. The older female smiled, " Good evening, Emily. Nice of you to join us"

The said Angel smiled, "Evening!" She said enthusiastically. "I just wanted to check on how your mission to get Y/n asleep was going."

Sera groaned, "Not very well, as you can tell" she gestured to the boy who was still talking and rolling around in his bed, while Skelly, the dog, happily began to roll around with the child, only to roll a bit too far and fall off the bed.

Emily chuckled, "I told you, that book would have been too much for him"

Sera frowned, "I don't think it's funny, I just wanted him to know the story of our people, he's never too young to learn". Emily's smile dropped for a moment.

"Well, of course not but he's only 4 years old Sera. I don't think he'd be able to fully grasp all that information." She replied, "at least not in word form, let him have his childhood a bit more. I'm sure when he's old enough he'll understand." She suggests.

Sera pauses, thinking over her sister's words, "I suppose you're right."

Emily smile once more, before turning towards the bed where Y/n was still blabbering on about Lilith and Lucifer and such. "Now, how about we get him to bed."

Sera nods, "Alright, but how? I've nearly tried everything...I wasn't expecting children to be so hard to handle". Emily chuckles once more, "maybe he'd like a song? Oo! What about the Lantern show!"

The other angel rose a brow, "Are you sure, that'll get him to sleep? The lanterns are pretty bright." The shorter female pouted "Cmon' Sera! We planned the show specifically for him! We do it every year since he'd been born!"

At the mention of lanterns, the lamb boy perked up. "Lantern show! Lantern show! Can I watch it please please please!" He asked, sitting up right immediately.

Emily motioned over to Y/n "See! He wants to, cmon!". The taller Angel rose a brow, still a bit unconvinced. That's when the others decided to pull out their ultimate move.

Puppy dog eyes.

Emily and Y/n pressed their faces together, as they pouted,making their eyes as wide and as large as possible, dilating their pupils as they looked up at Sera. The said Angel blinked, trying to resist the urge to give in to such cute faces. She almost did.

Key word. Almost.

Then Y/n grabbed Skelly, and pulled him in between his and Emily's faces.

He was also doing puppy dog eyes.

Sera groaned, "Fine." She finally gave in.

Emily and Y/n grinned as they cheered, "Yay!" While Skelly barked happily. Sera shook her head playfully before smiling, "alright, alright come on"

She placed the book back on the shelf, before she leaned down and scooped Y/n into her arms. The boy smiled, nuzzling into her chest for warmth.

Sera smiled softly, at the affection as both her and Emily made their way out onto the balcony. They both sighed contently as the fresh air hit their faces.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by Emily squealing as she clapped her hands, "ooh ohh! It's starting!" She cheered, as Skelly joined in on her cheers by barking.

Y/n fixed his position in Sera's arms a bit so he could get a better look over the balcony. His eyes widened in awe as multiple "lanterns" began to be released by the other angels of heaven as they floated up into the sky.

They weren't actually lanterns, they were bits of heavy magic, the angels began to send to earth to spread a new wave of hope in the human realm. This tradition started, on the day of y/n's birth. But of course y/n didn't know that, he's only 4 years old after all.

Y/n turned to look up at Sera. "Can we make one! Please please!" He begged, jumping up and down slightly in her arms.

Sera smile, "I don't see why not"

"Yippee!" Y/n cheered, before he focused on his older sister's palms. As goldish hue began to burst from their palms, he watched in awe as two 'lanterns' appeared in front of them. The younger Angel smiled, concentrating on his palms as he closed his eyes in deep concentration.

Emily had to stifle a coo at how adorable her little brother was.

A little 'poor' sound followed shortly after, Y/n fluttered his eyes open to see a small little lantern, with a lamb symbol on it. "I did it!" He said, triumphantly.

"That you did" Sera said, smiling. "Good job"

"I wanted mine to be a bit bigger tho.." the youngest muttered. Sera patted her younger brothers head, as she restrained a laugh.

"You'll get there eventually"

"Let's send them off! Ooh! I cant wait any longer!" Emily whined, impatiently.

Sera rolled her eyes playfully, "Very well". All three of them held onto their lanterns, Sera rejusted Y/n so she was holding him one of her arms. In perfect synch, they let go of their lanterns. The siblings watched as they floated up into the sky, in a peaceful silence.

"Mary, did you know that your baby boy

Is Lord of all creation?" Sera broke the silence as she sang, in a elegant yet soft tone.

"Mary, did you know that your baby boy

Would one day rule the nations?" Emily joined in her sister.

"Did you know that your baby boy

Is heaven's perfect Lamb?" As they both sang, they joined in harmony, Y/n's eye began to feel heavy. He yawned.

As they sang, Y/n couldn't help but let his eyes drift down past the other angels of heaven, and towards the golden gates. "What about down there?" He asked, breaking the two out of their lullaby.

Noticing his sisters confused looks, he reiterated. "Down there!" He pointed past the golden gates. "Why don't we send lanterns down there? Maybe the demons just want a little light?" He says.

It was quiet for a moment, but Sera visibly tensed. "No Y/n," she said. "We don't send ourselves or our magic down there." She sounded stern.

"But why?" The lamb asked. "Maybe they're scared of the dark? Maybe that's why they're so bad, I'd be bad too if someone forced me to stay in the dark all the time! It's so scary! maybe if they saw some light, they won't be mad all the time"

Sera remained silent, as she did Emily began to speak up. "Y/n,...we don't worry about what goes on below, okay?" She says, she seemed a bit nervous.

"But why?"

"Because, we have our people to worry about" Sera spoke up once more. "We need to keep our people safe okay? We can't worry about the affairs of demons. You want to keep our people safe dont you?" . The child nods. Causing his older sister to smile, "good..now let's get you to bed.."

As Sera readjusted Y/n once more, Y/n nuzzled into her shoulder, but he couldn't help but look out at the sky longingly savoring the fresh air before the balcony doors shut.

If you think the name Skelly is weird for the dog, i don't blame you. Lmao, it's supposed to stand for skeleton key. That's all I could think of. If y'all have better suggestions lmk

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tavolgisvist · 2 months ago

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At Laudate in Newdigate I decided that Saturday to take a very modest 250 milligrams of LSD in a final cup of tea with Joan before setting off for St John’s Wood to pick up Paul McCartney and Peter Asher and Tony Bramwell, the Apple team due next day at Bradford. <…> Paul seemed very positive and played us some rare recordings; ‘dubs’ he had made of songs, written by him for others, dubs on which he was singing for the first and last time. Maybe one day they will make an album of them, but maybe it will have to be over his dead body for I don’t see him wishing to complete that particular symphony in his lifetime. I said I had taken a dollop of the dreaded heaven-and-hell, and Paul said it should be an interesting journey, and it was. We stopped at a pub on the way up and I astonished myself by coping remarkably well up until the point where I asked the barman if I could buy a filthy table which stood in a corner covered in cigarette burns and the stains of long dead pints. <…> ‘Drink up,’ said Paul, seeing the signs and playing Dad. ‘Write your name here please, Paul,’ said the barman and we left.

We arrived in Bradford after dark. Some disabled people were operating rowing machines in a charity marathon in a local showroom. We wandered in and looked, leaving some silver in the collecting boxes, neither the first nor the last of the small spenders. It was midnight as we checked into the hotel. There wasn’t a soul or a sound except for the red-nosed night porter, as old as Moses. Paul had brought Martha (My Dear) with him – the sheepdog of the same name. ‘Can you shampoo her?’ he asked the porter who recoiled in terror. ‘It’s her arse,’ said Paul, and he put his fingers in the thick curls around Martha’s back passage and pulled off a cluster of clinkers. ‘Look!’ I nearly fainted. ‘I’m afraid not,’ said the porter. It was very late after all. Next morning, another lovely day. I felt very nice and clean around the brain, always have a lovely morning after acid. A few months earlier Paul and I had gone shopping for suits; he had told me navy blue pinstripe was already on the way back (meaning that he wore it) and I fell for it – and ordered one. I had taken it with me to Bradford; just right for Bradford I said. I wore it down to breakfast and then we went off to the Victoria Hall where the Black Dyke Mills Band were waiting on hard wooden chairs, looking bloody marvellous and real and solid and honourable and stocky and lots of other words like that. Paul had on a magenta shirt and a white jacket, double breasted, with black trousers (no one had ever told him they were on the way back), and the Black Dyke Mills Band was quite stunned by his charm and by the way he handled the music. Marvellous recordings were made, indoors and later in the street, of both ‘Thingumybob’ and ‘Yellow Submarine’. It was a good morning for everyone because the portable recording unit worked, the band and McCartney worked, and the press worked out beautifully – I saw dozens of old friends and we had a few pints and then lunch. At around three o’clock, as we filmed the last TV interview (‘How do you like Bradford?’ ‘It’s great …’; fast-moving stuff like that) I decided to off the suit and black shoes, put on a pair of red corduroys and a white Mexican cotton shirt from Olvera Street, Los Angeles, a couple of beads, an Indian scarf and down my throat went another 250 milligrams of the dreaded heaven-and-hell drug. What a day for a daydream. ‘Should be an interesting journey,’ said Paul. The chauffeur said: ‘Back to London?’ and we said ‘yes’, not sure that it was the right answer.

<…> As we rolled away from the South Midlands and approached the Northern Home Counties the acid really started to bounce. It was late afternoon and if there was a heaven to be found on this soil, then I reckoned it would be found this evening, in the green and gold of this divine countryside. ‘Would you like to swing on a star, carry moonbeams home in a jar?’ ‘Yes,’ said Peter Asher. ‘Where would you like to go?’ I asked. ‘AA Book,’ said Paul. ‘Pick the most beautiful name in Bedfordshire,’ I said, ‘that’s where we should go.’ Peter looked at the map for what seemed like two hours or more. ‘Harrold,’ he said, after fifteen seconds. ‘Harrold?’ said the driver, naturally knocked out with delight to leave the M1 and crawl down B, C and D roads to a village no one in the car, including himself, had ever heard of. We wound through Bedfordshire checking off the signs steadily until we reached the village sign: Harrold. Oh, it was a joyful Sunday sight. It was the village we were supposed to have fought the world wars to defend, for which we would be expected to fight the third when told to, but won’t. It was a Miniver hamlet on the Ouse and there were notices telling of the fete next Saturday, and a war memorial which made me weep. Thrushes and blackbirds sang and swallows dived into thatches and a little old mower wheezed as we walked down the only street there was past the inn which was closed, past the church which was open, nodding to a sandy man with a 1930s moustache and khaki shorts as he clipped his hedge and stared at these city people with funny hair and clothes. It was seven o’clock and acid or no acid, it was opening time and I steered us into the most beautiful village inn the world has ever known and there were three or four people in there, or more or less; magical antique villagers with smocks and shepherd’s crooks and also there was a fruit machine offering Jolly Joker tokens. Through the dancing lights, past the sparkle of the green and tawny bottles, I saw the sandy man with the khaki shorts. <…> ‘Welcome to Harrold, Paul,’ said the sandy man, the local dentist, downing the rich gold beer he had earned with his shears. ‘I can hardly believe it, in fact I think I’m dreaming.’ We next found ourselves in his house, below dipping oak beams, a banquet provided for us, hams and pies and multi-jewelled salads, new bread and cakes, chicken and fruit and wine; and the dentist’s wife, a jolly lady, still young beyond her maddest fantasies, bringing out her finest fare. Paul McCartney was at her table in the village of Harrold.

Hiding at a turn on the crooked staircase stood a little girl, shy and disbelieving. But she had brought a right-handed guitar and landed it in Paul’s (left-handed) hands but the wizards were producing this play by now and floating with the splendour of this, the strangest Happening since Harrold was born, the dentist and his wife, and the neighbours as they crowded the windows and the parlour, and the children, all caught their breath as Paul McCartney began to play the song he had written that week: ‘Hey Jude,’ it began. I sat peacefully, full of the goodness you can find within yourself when goodness is all around and the dentist’s wife picked up on it and asked why life couldn’t always be like this and I told her there was nothing to fear, nothing at all and the dentist brought out the wine he had been saving for the raffle at the fete next Saturday and we drank that to celebrate the death of fear and the coming of music to Harrold and then, and gradually, the dentist was freaking and he asked me what I thought I was talking about and for a moment it was very tough, very. Ah, but Dr Leary’s medicine was good that day and we came back to a good position again, but I didn’t feel quite right about the dentist after that, and I don’t think he felt quite right about me, but how was he to know and what was I to do? You don’t just tell strangers you’ve been taking that naughty old heaven’n’hell drug. It was now eleven o’clock and we were still in the house and the inn was closed but a winged messenger came to say that as this was the night of nights, never to return, the inn was to be re-opened. ‘In your honour, Paul.’ It was 11 p.m. Paul had The Look on his face, the ‘do we don’t we?’ I nodded: tonight we should. The pub was absolutely full. The whole village was here. Paul played the piano until at three o’clock a woman stood and sang ‘The Fool on the Hill’ and he left the piano to dance with her and kiss her on the cheek and then I went and sat in the little garden and cried for joy that we had come to Harrold. It was a most beautiful garden, with hundreds of old-fashioned flowers, lupins, foxgloves – that sort of thing, and Alan Smith came out, pissed as a newt and said, ‘Why so sad, old friend, why so sad on such a night?’ ‘Not sad,’ I said, ‘not sad, old pal, just happy to be alive.’ We left then, waved away by the Harrolds, by all of them, and we never went back and I never looked at the map again, not even to see if Harrold was there.

(As Time Goes by Derek Taylor)

(Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI)

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avionvadion · 9 months ago

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Okay so I made a post before how Lilith might be one of three things- two of which involved her being a Red Herring, one of which involved her working with Eve, and a third with her being a villain duo with Eve. Now I have a different theory, and one I’m leaning towards.

In the Jewish Text and Bible, Lilith becomes a Succubus. A creature of temptation and lust.

We see in the family portraits that Lilith has horns. If Hazbin Hotel is following the lore, then she was probably still transformed into a Succubus. But, we also know that, in Hazbin Hotel lore, those who become demons take on traits based on their souls. (Ie, Angel Dust and his family all being spiders due to their mafia family’s “web of crime”.) So if this applies to Lilith as well, since she fell from humanity, there has to be a reason for WHY she became a Succubus specifically.

My theory: Lilith approached Lucifer first. She seduced him to escape Adam, and fell into lust. Maybe she loved him, maybe she didn’t.

(And yes I know the creator said they were madly in love, but that was also back when we only had the pilot and when we thought Lucifer was an asshole instead of an adorable duck obsessed dad who’s trying his best.) (It could also just be the creator trying to trick everyone so as to make the twist a bigger surprise; some creators do that.)

Unlike Lucifer, who fell into despair, Lilith thrived in Hell, her songs being the reason why everyone sings. She wanted an escape, Lucifer was her way out, and I’m absolutely convinced it was her plan to feed Eve the apple.

I also think she gaslit Charlie- a lot- because in the first episode Charlie says that “saving her people” was her mother’s dream, believing her father to have just “allowed” the extermination. But we later find out Lucifer fought to have the Hellborn protected, and that he once tried to do exactly what Charlie is doing now and redeem Sinners. But he failed.

Whether or not Lilith eventually fell in love with Lucifer, I’m convinced their relationship started as Lilith trying to use Lucifer, and when his ideals began to deviate from her own, she took that as a sign and “split” from him. (As Charlie has said in episode five). Lilith lied to try and create enmity between the father and daughter, probably so Charlie wouldn’t continue what Lucifer started, as that would go against Lilith’s ultimate goal (most likely a Rebellion against Heaven, if we go with the posters seen in the pilot) but evidently failed.

Lucifer still wears his ring because he’s still in love with her, but to Lilith he was most likely a means to an end and being with him no longer served a purpose. Now Charlie is standing in the way of Lilith’s goal, having successfully redeemed a Sinner.

And what are some of Lilith’s many titles in the old texts and bible?

“”A breeder of evil spirits” and “a child murdering monster of the night”.”

As a special mention, one of Eve and Lucifer’s punishments were this; “Enmity will be born between you and her, between her offspring and yours, and they shall bruise your head and your offspring shall bruise their heels”.

So Lilith is definitely going to be a complicated character, whereas Eve will be more the result of God’s will/punishment.

Anyways, this is all to say that I support both women’s rights and women’s wrongs, and as much as I’m obsessed with Lucifer I would absolutely adore a (potentially villainous) Lilith who is doing fucked up things for a misguided/believes she’s in the right kind of reason.

#Hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel eve

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quackity1999 · 19 days ago

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quackity, i have one thing left to say to you.

it's that you are the second act of leaving, endlessly performed. do you bow to fall from the stage, or do you bow to drown in the people blinded by you?

it’s only your body, shoulders weak beneath the light, the gathering of blood beneath the sand. they’ve always come for you like that—hands outstretched, bearing knives behind their backs. love is a courtroom and you’ve been the defendant, the victim, and the executioner. they adored your gilded fangs, the gold glinting on your wrists, the bright and brutal sprawl of your wings, but no one’s ever touched them with anything softer than a bruise.

so las nevadas gleams like a false eden, a snake coiled not around the apple but the roulette wheel. tell me, did you think yourself a god because you built something so dazzling it could only blind? or was it because you knew blindness was all they ever wanted from you?

you bleed charisma from your throat, gold teeth flashing in the dim like a mockery of heaven’s gates. and when the applause thunders, you wil bow—not in humility but in habit. you bow because falling feels more honest than standing.

aristotle once said, “we are what we repeatedly do,” and so you did it again. you left. you burned the bridge, the town, the lovers who whispered soft things into the crook of your neck. love was always transactional, wasn’t it? schlatt taught you that. love with conditions. love with fists. love that was louder than it was kind. he was a serpent in your garden, but you bit the apple anyway, just to spite him. you were loved for the glint of your fangs, the silk of your tie, the architecture of your ambition.

christ fell three times on the way to calvary. you’ve fallen a hundred, and no one crowned you for it. consider this, quackity: maybe the miracle isn’t rising after every collapse. maybe it's about staying down long enough to build something with the rubble. what would happen if you stripped it all away? if you pulled off the rings and the brass knuckles and let the scars breathe for themselves?

so bow, if you must. but let it be a bow to yourself, not to the crowd that will forget your story. step off the stage, our woeful duckling. because salvation doesn’t come to the ones who cling to their ruin; it comes to those who build altars out of an unholy burial.

and quackity, you’ve always been good at climbing a ladder.

(a love letter to c!quackity + your blog. ilysm. bye!! this was a fun challenge hehe - sophocles anon)

[ OOC: ?!??!!?!?!?!??!?!?!??! NO WORDS. SOPHOCLES ANON. WHAT THE FUCK /MAJORPOS ]

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iu-xo · 10 months ago

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"Like we've always hated each other"

Sinner Adam.

Intro part 1 part 2 part 3

I have never published my writing before, I hope i keep this for at least three parts, this is really the introduction, not part one, it is an adamsapple fic to clarify!

Before, before the bite, before the fall, back in the Eden, before the mistake, or mistakes.

No one really knows everything that happened there before the original sin was conceived, the story they know is the same, the human was tempted, the apple was bitten, the angel fell.

There really isn't nothing more, but nothing is really black and white. right?

The warm sunlight hit the grass that covered the floor like a velvet carpet, despite the natural freshness of the plants it felt warm, as if everything in that place was made to be perfect, that whole garden made to be an ethereal, divine, holy, beautiful.

And those expectations were the same for the first creature that was left to its fate in the green that infinitely covered every inch of the ground at a perfect temperature.

Adam.

There was no comparison, there was no starting point, he would not know what to do to fulfill his role here even if that was the intention he had, and yet, even without being able to compare him to anyone else his expectations were... infinite.

A unique creature, a perfect creature, created in the likeness of the true and only deity in existence, a creature made not to suffer, a race with a population of one for the purpose that it would know no pain, very high hopes for someone who was born yesterday right?

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His eyes were closed, refusing to see the light behind his eyelids, refusing to see a light that in fact was not even there anymore, but that was something he did not know, Brown hair tousled by the violent winds that could only be covered by those reddish buildings and that wall in deplorable state that separated him from the hustle and bustle that could be heard meters away, screams, splashes, pain... bad smells.

Connecting all this, he opened his eyes suddenly, desperately searching with his eyes, looking for what? He didn't know exactly, maybe that this were all a dream, or that his senses were betraying him and at any moment he would be on a cloud, playing chords and shouting lyrics to the air in the comfort of heaven, maybe he was looking for Lute, but maybe, just maybe the only thing he was looking for was that what he knew to be true was'nt true.

He was in hell.

Nothing made sense to him, why would he be there in the first place? After getting up aggressively in desperation he stumbled awkwardly with his own feet, or so he thought until instead of his feet what he saw when he looked down was two big fuzzy hooves where his feet should be, something that he did not take calmly, he jumped back to the floor hitting the opposite wall, but to his surprise before his head hit the wall something did it before him. Disorientated he directed both of his hands to his head, he found a base, he followed the path with his fingers until he reached the tip of a pair of horns of pure bone, frightened again he released them abruptly bringing his hands back to himself only to see the black color of them, the slightest change of all he had seen so far... but not the least shocking anyway, all this was too much, he was so used to not worry about situations, to not worry about anything actually, he was made to have everything handed to him on a silver platter and never in his life had he had to suffer a single consequence to his actions, he sat there for what first were seconds, then minutes, maybe a couple of hours... probably longer.

Once tired of being in a state of shock, two lamb's hooves looked for a way to find the balance for the whole body they were carrying, while in Adam's mind only noisy and incomprehensible thoughts were passing by, starting to walk with his new limbs helped him to familiarize himself in the new environment, why? How? What had happened before that? He was trying to remember what had brought him to this outcome, everything after going down to hell with his troops felt blurry, confusing, but he did remember kicking some red guy's ass... throwing the princess over the edge of the fucking hotel and.... Lucifer.

The last thing he remembered didn't leave him wanting to remember anymore, so after getting used to walking he examined what other change there was he might not have noticed, he inspected with his hands in detail every part of him, most of him was there, legs, mostly.. arms, although different, his head was fine, except for his newly acquired horns.. then moved on to his face, he couldn't see it so he approached a puddle next to a dumpster with mostly bags of questionable powders, he could see his teeth in the reflection of the puddle and noticed how sharp his pearly whites were, not too white anymore tough, his eyes giving off an unnatural demonic glow, he simply snapped back and with a scream and a mule kick to the dumpster he waited for a response, but there was none...of course, from who would it be.

This made Adam feel obliged to keep recapitulating what had brought him here, what he had been left in.. a. Yes. When lucifer kicked his ass. Then.. splitting the hotel in two.. ending up on the floor and.

Oh, rigth.

His death. How could he forget such a small little detail. The advanced extermination had concluded with the fucking death of the self-proclaimed "dick master" something he had barely managed to connect in his brain, but having died did not explain to him how he was here now.. why here and not in heaven? Why his wings were numb? and had a burnt appearance? Why the fuck instead of an angel it looked like a nasty, disgusting, fetid demon-!

...

Shit.

#fanfic #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #adamsapple #guitarduck #not yet but it's gonna be #if this gets support i keep it up #but im gonna write at least part 1

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dailydemonspotlight · 4 months ago

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The God you cravenly revere is dead...

DAY 100

Race: Tyrant

Arcana: Devil

Alignment: Dark-CHAOS

The prince of darkness needs no introduction. The Morning Star, the Devil, the Fallen Angel who brought about so much to our demon-focused blog. Sure, I may be jumping the gun a bit by covering him only on day 100, but given that his closest compatriot, Beelzebub, was covered on day 50, I feel it's warranted. Lucifer is iconic to the SMT series, a legendary figure who serves a major role in many games in the series, being the perfect representative of one of the three major alignments: Chaos. In most games throughout the series, Lucifer plays a part, even in ones disconnected from mainline- if there is chaos, there will be the dying light of the morning star. Even in Persona, a series mostly concerned with Jungian psychology, Lucifer commonly appears as a late-game persona, and even a form of him in Satanael is the final form of Joker's persona in Persona 5, being a representation of freedom and rebellion- after all, what else is more rebellious and free than rebelling against God himself?

I digress, however. Lucifer is as important to SMT as he is to Biblical history itself, after all, and this is a blog about the stories of demons, right? Lucifer himself is a major character in the Bible, appearing for certain first in the Book of Isaiah, though his overall relevance spreads beyond that. Even in the Book of Genesis, the very first story in the Bible, it's believed that the serpent that tricked Eve into eating the apple of knowledge was Lucifer, cast down from heaven. This interpretation is supported by Paradise Lost, a story I'll likely be referencing a lot here, but its importance to Lucifer and his interpretations throughout not just SMT, but history itself, cannot go understated.

The Devil's conniving ways are depicted throughout the bible in several verses, especially in the New Testament, wherein he's seen as a figure analogous to the Buddhist demon Mara, a being tempting humanity away from their rightful path of sin/good karma to partake in their desire. However, this isn't to spell a connection between the two, as Lucifer himself is given a far different story than Mara, as he is with many other tempters in religion, even including some other biblical figures such as Mastema. Instead, what we should be focusing on is Lucifer's existence as a fallen angel.

Lucifer's existence in the Bible is strange, as the name Lucifer is a translation from the original Latin Helel, meaning 'Light-bearer.' His first reference in one of the most prevalent translations of the Bible, the King James Bible, goes as follows:

How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit.

This immediately points to Lucifer being an angel who fell for his own hype, so to speak- one who believed himself to be as strong, if not stronger than God, which led to him being cut down by the forces of Heaven. However, in Paradise Lost, it's shown that Lucifer was more than just vain- he held a rebellion, and when it fell, and he fell with it, he became Satan. I know, that's strange, but it's not really canon to the SMT interpretations of both characters- it just helps to shape Lucifer's characterization in the series as a rebellious figure who stood even against God himself. Strangely, adding on to this odd maze of interpretation, Lucifer was also commonly interpreted as the king of Babylon, the famously sinful city of evil described in the Bible. What I think all of this adds to is less a solid character of his and rather a general interpretation and idea that surrounds Lucifer- that of him being the embodiment of rebellion, chaos, and standing against the mold of society in order to partake in sin. There's a reason that his deadly sin, after all, is one of the most dangerous- that being Pride.

Lucifer's role in the Bible is strange, however, and many interpretations differ completely, whether they be him as Satan, him as the Devil, or even him as a tragic hero. However, as for SMT's purposes, it takes a very unique take, combining several aspects from several interpretations to make the Morning Star into a perfect prince of darkness. For one, it pulls a lot from Paradise Lost, giving Lucifer the role of a rebellious figure who rules over scores of demons, though it separates him from Satan in opposition to the poem. His sin of pride is intact, as he's shown to be a very individualistic figure throughout, valuing freedom and one's own strength above all else, tying very well into the purveying themes of individualism and might-makes-right that are constant in the Chaos ideology.

In terms of design, what is there really to say? Lucifer's design is utterly iconic- the six split wings, the gorgeous plays on the angelic aspects of his character, the great horns reaching sky-high, there's a reason so many were disappointed with his weird redesign in IV. Like, what were they doing? I get that he was meant to look offputting, but turning him into a skinhead was not the right way to go about it- well, whatever. Every design of Lucifer throughout the series has its merits, and I love how several games even have different human disguises for him- my personal favorite has to be Louis Cyphre, but I adore how each human disguise including Louis plays on the traditionally angelic traits of pale skin and blonde hair, though twists that on its head due to him commonly wearing all black.

Thank you all for tagging along with this series, and it is so ridiculously lucky that day 100 was placed perfectly on my birthday. There's gonna be more, for sure, coming soon, don't worry- but for now, I love you all, and goodnight. Or good morning. Whichever works.

You didn't even mention his role in Gnosticism!

Jack, I'm not touching on Gnosticism with a ten foot pole for the time being. I don't even know what's going with that half the time. Wait for the Demiurge analysis.

Coward.

#smt #shin megami tensei #megaten #persona #daily #YEAHHHH LUCY BOY #this might be one of my favorite analyses yet #and i am so proud i could publish it on my birthday #especially cus i got to stay home today :)#i got a new computer and a new setup as well!#so yeah #i'm really proud of this one #even if it's not the longest #see y'all in season 2!

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pinkxlicious · 2 years ago

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Loveless P.1

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline

Warnings: Angst, cursing, toxic relationship

Words: 1959

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It's been three years since you've divorced your husband. Four years since the wedding. Eight years since you first met him. You met Tom during your years at Hogwarts. The two of you were polar opposites, maybe that's why the two of you didn't work out. You were a bright and mostly optimistic Hufflepuff while Tom was a cruel pessimistic Slytherin. But you taught him how to love, sort of. He was incapable to love, but you taught him how to care and that was enough for you. Until his "care" for you turned into obsession, he didn't love you, he was only possessive of you. But you were young and didn't know it then, you're still young now but you've gone through more than anyone could've imagined.

The start of it all was during a potions class when Tom was required to tutor you. You struggled greatly in potions and you were at the edge of failing. Although Tom was reluctant, cold, and monotone with you, overtime you grew on him. The two of you were great friends, you were the only one in the world who had ever seen Tom smile and laugh. Then one night under the stars, after a year of friendship, after a year of slowly breaking through his walls, you kissed him under the moonlight. Of course you felt fireworks and butterflies, but Tom felt nothing but a pair of lips on his. He didn't pull away though, he liked it physically, but not emotionally. The only emotions that submerged from him after that night was possession and obsession. He wanted you to himself but he didn't love you, he never loved you. He was obsessed with your heart but he didn't love it. There was simply no cure for his cruelness, it was something he was born with. He couldn't feel compassion, empathy, anything at all. But you were delusional, you thought you had changed him. You changed him slightly, he became slightly more empathetic and he became better at expressing his feelings. He could pretend he cared, he was so good at mimicking emotions, just to please you.

So after your years at Hogwarts, despite your friends warnings about him, you married him. You married him at the ripe age of 18. You were truly the definition of young and dumb, but who could blame you? He was beautiful, he had a sharp chiseled jawline paired with a dark set of siren eyes. His hair was silky and his Adam's apple bobbed whenever he swallowed. a detail you noticed the first day you met him. But his voice was what you fell for. The sound of hell sounded so similar to wedding bells and the gates of heaven. His voice drew you in, as he spat straight lies about how he loved you so much. At night he would whisper how you made him feel, how much he adored you and the love you gave him. Maybe he really did try to love you, but what he felt was nothing but obsession and the need to keep you forever. But obsession wears off after a while, and that's what happened.

During the year of marriage, you had morphed into someone completely different. It was like you were lost within your body. The only thing on your mind was pleasing your husband, trying to get him to love you, when he never did. You ran around the house for hours on end, cleaning everything you could until the place was spotless. But when Tom came home he just hung his hat on the coat hanger and place alovelesskiss on your forehead and remain mute for the rest of the night. You would tell him about your day, how you took a walk in the garden, and how you went to the bakers and bought him a cake for his promotion party at the ministry. But he barely blinked at your stories. Now that he had you completely wrapped around his finger, he felt bored. You were no longer 15 and giggling at other boys, you were his and only his. He didn't have to chase you anymore, and he didn't have to mimic his love for you anymore. Because no matter what, you would always stick to him like glue and feed off of his validation.

You had completely withered away, you lost all your friends since Tom basically kept them away from you. Your kind and bubbly personality had disappeared into an almost robotic like state. You stopped going on walks in the garden, you had almost disappeared from the face of Earth. It had gotten to the point where people around the small town would ask Tom if you were even alive. You would stay curled up on the sofa thinking about way you could be a better wife, and wonder why Tom no longer loves and pays attention to you anymore. It took exactly one year for the angry, unloved teenager you to emerge to snap you out of your state. Because your 15 year old self would never let this slide. But you were so smitten at the time that even she was long gone and hidden away under a flood of young love and lust. But she was slowly emerging and coming to her senses. It was December 31st, Tom had come home at 11:00pm, five hours later than when he usually came home. And something snapped inside of you.

"Where have you been?" You asked softly but firmly.

"I was at the bar with Abraxas Malfoy," Tom said monotonously, his dark eyes followed until they landed on you. Still beautiful as ever, even when you had completely lost yourself.

"No you weren't. I know you weren't with him because his shop is open until 12:00am for New years. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." You felt a spark ignite in you, you didn't feel sadness. You felt anger, you knew that you were a trophy wife, you had done everything you could. It was his fault. All the pieces were coming together. "Who were you with? Were you with Ms Lestrange? Your secretary? Or maybe the gardener? Do not test me, Tom. You do not want to know what I'm about to fucking do to you."

"You wouldn't do anything to me, love, you know you love me too much," Tom smirked slightly and came up to you to kiss your forehead, but you swatted him away.

"You know you haven't kissed me in five months, right?" You felt your eyes burn and water, your voice had a slight vibrato. "Five. Months. I thought it was probably because you were always so busy at work and you just forgot. But you are never at work, Abraxas told me that you've been skipping shifts the other day. Care to explain that?"

"Darling what are you implying..." Tom asked carefully, putting on his act of care and cautiousness, but this time you saw right through his facade. You were no longer going to put up with his shit.

"I thought you loved me but you have been acting this entire time. Because you enjoy the feeling of someone wrapped around your finger. All you want is control. YOU CANNOT LOVE. I wish I could've seen that sooner. I gave up everything for you! Did you know I gave up a FUCKING scholarship to America to live with you?!" You said loudly, not yet yelling but loud to get your point across. You had always been a soft spoken person, so this shocked Tom slightly. He was taken aback.

"Now dear, calm down. I'm sorry I lied, I was with a friend we were coming up with new plans for the ministry," Tom reasoned, but you were two steps ahead of him.

"Shut up, actually shut the fuck up. You are NOT going to lie in my fucking face like that. I know where you were. You were with Lestrange, weren't you. I always suspected something but I loved you too much so I pushed it under the rug. But Abraxas told me he saw the two of you together, going to the motel. Don't play with me, I will rock your shit," You warned quietly, keeping eye contact.

"Fine, you caught me," Tom said, all empathy dropping from his voice. His nostrils flared slightly in rage. " But you know why? You are such a people pleaser, how can you expect me to NOT get bored. You are so easy, I got bored. At least Lestrange knew how to keep things interesting."

You were flabbergasted by his words, his words cut through your heart clean. You swallowed the thump in your throat and looked him dead in the eye.

"I was loving you, I loved you so much. I spent all my time on you, I spent everything on you so you could be happy. I wanted to be happy with you, that's why I'm always trying to make things right. But you have done absolutely NOTHING for our relationship. And I wish I've realized sooner, but I never fixed you. You will always be cruel, you have always been cruel. No one can fix you because you are unfixable."

"You are absolutely delusional!" Tom laughed, hard. "OF COURSE I never loved you, I told you that I couldn't love. I TOLD YOU but you thought you could fix me. So I let you, I got a lot in return, not sure about you though."

You pushed him back and ran to the bedroom with tears whelming your eyes. How could you let this happen to yourself? You wished you weren't so stupid and fell for his tricks. You should've known better, you were a tough person, but somehow he had cracked you. You grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed your clothes into them. What made you break was the fact that Tom didn't even call for you. He watched you from the hallway, packing your bags. He knew deep down that he would miss your presence, but he couldn't love. So he didn't care.

You walked out of the room and came close to Tom who hadn't even blinked.

"We're getting a divorce. I'll be staying else where but you'll be expecting papers within the week. I hope you enjoy your life screwing poor women." You seethed, and the stomped on his foot with your heel.

Tom grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you in close, you almost fell. "Don't think you can get away with that." He breathed, though it was lowkey hot you slapped him hard.

"Don't fucking touch me. I'll be back to fuck up your life. I hate you," You said angrily as your tears involuntarily began to fall down your face. Tom wiped your tears almost lovingly.

"Oh darling you cant hate me. You've fallen too deep, I'm sure you'll be back some day,"

"Oh you wish, I'd rather die. For all know you're going to be running back for me because all the other women will leave you. They will all realize you're just a sick fraud with no feelings," Your heart broke a little more as the feeling sank in. You were really leaving him, you were scared but it had to be done. "I have a feeling you're going to do something fucking evil to me Tom, but don't you dare try it because I will win this time."

"If you think you can win over me? We both know that I have you wrapped around my finger and you will always come running back to me. You know that. I know that. Everybody knows, so I don't expect you to be gone for more than an hour."

"You're full of shit, I'm never coming back."

#tomriddle #harrypotter #hogwarts #y/n #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryfindor #angst #toxic relationship #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #divorce #xreader #oneshot #part1

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killerdancingqueen · 1 year ago

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Good Omens timeline (as of season 2), from Before the Beginning until the end of season 2:

- “Before the Beginning” — Aziraphale and Crowley meet for the first time.

- 9:13 a.m, Sunday, October 21, 4004 B.C — The creation of the universe (according to God).

- 4004 B.C,��"just after the Beginning" — Eve and Adam eat an apple, and then Crowley and Aziraphale have their first on-screen interaction.

- Somewhere between 3070 and 3030 B.C (when Nefertiti was alive), Egypt — Aziraphale presumably impresses Nerfertiti with his magic skills, “You're talking to the Angel who fooled Nefertiti with a lone caraway seed and three cowrie shells.”

- 3004 B.C, Mesopotamia — Aziraphale and Crowley witness the events of Noah's Ark.

- 2500 B.C, the Land of Uz — Aziraphale and Crowley help Job and his family (A Companion to Owls minisode).

- 33 A.D, Golgotha — Aziraphale and Crowley see Jesus’ crucifixion.

- 41 A.D, Rome — Aziraphale and Crowley have oysters.

- 537 A.D., Kingdom of West Essex — Aziraphale and Crowley are knights in King Arthur’s time, and Crowley first suggests “the Arrangement”.

- Sometime in the 1500s (likely between 1503 and 1506 if wikipedia is to be believed), Leonardo Da Vinci’s Studio, Italy — ‘In which Crowley gets drunk with Leonardo Da Vinci’ and buys a sketch of the Mona Lisa for fifteen florins (cut scene from the script book).

- 1601, the Globe Theatre, London — Aziraphale and Crowley meet Shakespeare (who steals a line from Crowley that he uses in Antony and Cleopatra). Crowley also performs a miracle to make Hamlet popular.

- 1650 — The first (known) time that Aziraphale does the apology dance for Crowley.

- 1656, Lancashire, England — the last true witch in England, Agnes Nutter, is burnt by Witchfinder Major Thou-Shalt-Not-Commit-Adultry Pulsifer, who is killed in the process by Agnes’ forward-thinking.

- 1760, Monsieur Rossignol’s Night Classess — Aziraphale learns french the hard way.

- 1793, Paris — Crowley saves Aziraphale from prison during the French Revolution's Reign of Terror (and then they get crepes, as well as Aziraphale doing the apology dance for Crowley).

- 1800, the opening of Aziraphale’s bookshop in Soho — Gabriel and Sandalphon visit Aziraphale to promote him back in heaven. Crowley overhears this, and tricks Gabriel into having Aziraphale stay on earth in order to “thwart him” (cut scene from the script book).

- Sometime before 10th November, 1827, but likely after 1800 — a conman attempts to seduce Aziraphale into helping her “brother” with his debt. Some-point after, Aziraphale tells Crowley of the story over a glass of claret.

- ~A month before 10th November, 1827, Edinburgh, Scotland — Crowley and Aziraphale visit a graveyard with a statue of Gabriel and end up helping a body-snatcher, Crowley also prevents her from committing suicide which results in him being sucked into hell “And that, was the last I was to see of Crowley. For quite some time.” (The Resurrectionists minisode).

- 1859, Aziraphale’s bookshop, Soho — ‘In which Aziraphale almost sells a book’ before receiving a note delivered by a street urchin from Crowley reading ‘the usual place - C’ (cut scene from the script book).

- 1862, St. James Park, London — Crowley requests holy water from Aziraphale for assurance in case anything goes wrong.

- Sometime between 1889 and 1919 (the years Hoffman is alive) but likely around 1876 (the year the book, Modern Magic: A Practical Treatise on the Art of Conjuring is published, that Aziraphale has a signed copy of), England — Aziraphale receives magic lessons from Angelo John Lewis, pseudonym Professor Hoffman, ‘“Aha! Professor Hoffmann's modern magic. Ah, there you are. To Mr. Fell, that's me, a wonderful student” (written) Yours, the Hoff’

- 1941, London — Aziraphale gives prophecy books to some nazis for Hitler, in an attempt to arrest them, only they double-cross him as well. Crowley then comes to Aziraphale's rescue and gives him a lift home, stopping at the West End theatre on the way back . However, the nazis come back as zombies for hell to expose Aziraphale and Crowley’s arrangement, but Aziraphale’s magic thwarts them (Nazi Zombie Flesh Eaters minisode). At some point later on, Aziraphale does the apology dance for Crowley.

- 1967, Soho, London —Crowley arranges a heist (after having gone clothes shopping that morning) to steal holy water from a church with Lance Corporal Shadwell and others. Aziraphale thinks it’s too dangerous, so he gets Crowley holy water himself.

- 1970s, London — Crowley changes the design of the M25 to represent the symbol Odegra, which comes back to bite him later on (as most things do).

- ~2008, “Eleven Years Ago" — Hastur and Ligur deliver the Antichrist to Crowley, who gives it to The Chattering Order of St. Beryl. The Antichrist is then swapped with Deirdre and Arthur Young’s child, while their child, Warlock, goes with Thaddeus and Harriet Dowling. Trying to prevent Armageddon, Aziraphale and Crowley agree to help raise Warlock, the boy they assume is the Antichrist.

- ~2013, “Five Years Later - Six Years Before the End of the World” — Crowley disguises himself as Warlock's nanny, while Aziraphale disguises himself as the Dowlings' gardener.

- ~2019, “Six years later” — the chronological events of season 1 unfold, ending with Aziraphale and Crowley eating at the Ritz.

- Between 2019-2023 — Gabriel and Beelzebub routinely meet in the Resurrectionists pub, where they fall in love.

- ~2023 — the chronological events of season 2 unfold, ending with Aziraphale going up to Heaven and Crowley driving away from the bookshop to destinations unknown (his flat? out of london? out of the uk? out of the world?).

#good omens #good omens 2 #spoilers #go2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #good omens timeline #i need someone to stitch together all the scenes chronologically #asap #i just feel like it might make me feel better #(it probably wouldn’t)

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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 months ago

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London Will Burn - Chapter Sixteen.

Here it is, besties. The final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and offer such warm words of encouragement along the way. They mean the world to me! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,910

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

“So, where has the ginger twat taken my granddaughter today, then?”

Rin closed her eyes, counting to ten in her head. “Woburn Safari Park. She told him how much she was missing all the animals back in Africa, so he said he’d take her to where she could see a few of the same.”

It was becoming tiresome, her mother’s unchanged attitude regarding the father of her child. “Mum, you honestly have to stop being so hostile towards him. It shan’t be good, going forward, with him being in our lives to the extent that he will be. I’m not asking you to like him, but a little civility wouldn’t go amiss.”

Diane was resolute, crispy turning the next page in the copy of Hello magazine before her on the island. “I will never be anything close to civil with that piece of shit.”

This did not bode well. Not since she and Sean were... well, Rin wasn’t entirely sure what they were, exactly. Dating? Co-parenting with extras until he earned her trust? They’d been out a couple of times by that point, two dates the week before, one that had ended up in a sleepover at his place. Not that they’d slept much. God, he’d given her such a thorough shagging, she was still glowing from it four days on.

Yes. It was dating, she had to admit that it was. Furthermore, she was enjoying every second of it, when her guard slipped enough for her to do so.

“It’s a pity that you can’t put your own feelings aside for Tiger’s sake,” she spoke, continuing to do her stretches. She and Sokoro were off for a run, Rin glad to have a Saturday morning to herself to do it at a reasonable hour for once, enjoying a blissful lie in until 8am that morning as opposed to being out of the house by 6am.

Her mother viewed her through shrewd eyes, cocking her head slightly. “Is it purely for Tiger’s sake, Catherine?” The slight colouring of her daughter’s cheeks sealed it, though Rin did not utter a single word. “Oh, for heaven’s sake! You’re not, are you? With him?”

She was not in the mood for verbal combat that morning, but it looked like she was about to foray into it all the same. “I am, yes. I’m seeing how it goes with him. He’s genuinely sorry, mum, and I do see that. I need to get to a place of trust with him, though, and he told me he intends to prove himself there.”

“But what he did to you!”

“Is seven years in the past,” she interjected with, lifting her leg to the stool before her to tighten her shoelaces. “He would have absolutely nothing to gain from trying to be nefarious all over again. He has what he wants. I elevated him, made him rich and powerful once more, and he knows only too well what would happen to him, should he attempt to upset the apple cart. I do believe he is earnest, but I want to see if for myself.”

Diane snorted, lifting her coffee cup to her lips. “I think you’re barmy.”

“Yeah?” Lifting her chin, she pulled the laces sharply, double knotting the bow. “And I think, mum, with all the respect in the world, it’s none of your bloody business. Look how far I’ve come under my own merit and judgement. I am not an eighteen-year-old any longer who fell in love with a man she shouldn’t have, a man who had the agenda of his father pressing upon him. Finn is gone; it’s just Sean now. Believe me, he isn’t his dad.”

“Wouldn’t have lost it all in the first place if he was.” Rin realised that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with her mother, so simply kissed her cheek and told her she’d be back later, heading out to find Sokoro in the courtyard, lightly jogging in place.

“Let us depart now, eh, boss? Let’s run past the palace, wave to the King and Queen on our way!” Ever since arriving in London, her dear friend had been hellbent on getting a glimpse of the royal family. He’d scared a poor woman half to death one time while in Waitrose, asking very loudly if she was the Princess of Wales. She had not been, merely bearing a very uncanny resemblance to Princess Catherine.

“So, I hear you and your mother having shouting's this morning before we leave, eh?”

Having shouting’s. How she loved his turns of phrase. “We were, yes. We indeed had words with one another.”

“Over the ging... over Sean, yes?”

She liked that, that at least Sokoro was trying hard not to be hostile towards the father of her child, no matter how protective he was of her and Tiger. “Yes, over Sean. She’s very hardheaded, my mother. What kills me is the fact I think even my dad would have softened by now, and you know how ferocious he could be.”

Sokoro raised his eyebrows, wiping his clammy forehead on the back of his arm. “Kevin was nothing if not a force to be reckoned with, eh?” Pausing as they turned the corner, beginning to run down The Mall approaching Buckingham Palace, he then continued. “But I do agree, eh, I think that he would see how much he has taken to the role of Tiger’s father and not condemn him as your mother does. He ah, he did say something to me, back when she was a baby.”

Immediately, she slowed, jogging in place. “What?”

Sokoro looked uncomfortable, like he wished he’d have thought on his last sentence prior to its delivery. “Ah, I should probably not say, eh. Even though he is gone, I do not want to betray your father’s confidentiality.”

“Bollocks,” she spoke strongly, her eyes widened a fraction. “I’m here, he’s not. Tell me.”

Sokoro shook his head, his own in place jogging coming to a halt. “Okay, okay. We break here. It has been five kilometres.” Moving to a bench at the side of The Mall, he took a seat, swigging from his bottle of water.

“Your father, after Tiger was born, he pull me aside and he tell me all about it, how she came to be, how Sean betrayed you, etcetera. He tell me he was not only heartbroken for you because he know you love the man who got you pregnant despite what you tell him to the contrary, but because he always like Sean.

“He tell me he see him as perfect suitor for you, before all the shit with the sex video, eh. He tell me that if he ever could see you with anyone, it was Sean Wallace, because you are both so similar. But he say most of all, he see you with him because Sean would never stop you from being who you are. We stood outside of the lodge and I remember, he say he wanted to tell him about the baby, because he thought it might change him for the better, make him a good man for you again, but he would not do that to you, not ever. But he say it, Catherine.”

His words hit her square in the chest, the opinion her father held in secret. He’d wanted them to be together, but for the sake of her heart in all its damage done by Sean, never told anyone that other than Sokoro. It left her feeling like something was opening up within her, letting the light in to where she had been shadowed and jaded for the last seven years.

Her father, as it happened, was not as hardened as she’d thought. He’d seen the true Sean too at some point. He’d known that the man he was, and the one he was moulded into by Finn were truly not the same person.

“Did he say anything else?” she pressed with, Sokoro shrugging lightly.

“He say he hate him for what he did to you, this is natural of course, eh. But he also say he know he put him between a rock and a hard place, and with the weight of Finn Wallace bearing down on him, he know, and I quote, “the kid cracked under the pressure, and made my Catherine the fall when I doubt he really wanted to.” I think your dad, he see the same you do in Sean. A man who did what he did so he did not sink under the greater weight.”

It was hard to take in, the enormity of what Sokoro was telling her. Part of her wanted to shred him to pieces verbally for keeping it from her for so long, but most of her saw clearly that he was simply being a man of his word. Her father had shared his thoughts in secret with him, and Sokoro was nothing if not a bona fide confidant.

In all of this, her father’s opinion was something she had desperately wished she could call upon, to know if she was doing the right thing. Now, she had it. It wasn’t first hand, but she knew now that should her dear dad have still been with them, he’d have likely welcomed her and Sean finding a way back to one another.

“Are you okay?”

Sokoro’s question roused her from the daze she’d fallen into, Rin shaking herself with a small smile as she turned to him. “I am, you know. I really am.”

“Come on, let us continue. I feel Queen Camilla at the windows waiting for my jolly smile and wave!” He nudged her with a soft elbow as she got up, laughing and sipping her water before on they continued towards the palace. Their jog landed them back at Mulford Hall just before 10:30am, both immediately heading upstairs to take a shower each, Rin returning to hear the usual Kenyan merriment in the kitchen.

“What are you lot giggling about?” she asked, moving to the fridge to get out some fruit and yogurt, Sokoro, Marcus and Silas all sitting around the island, huge grins fixed in place.

“We are discussing the slang of your motherland, boss,” Marcus spoke, still partially hissing with laughter. “We see on Twitter somebody call Donald Trump a fuck billed twattypus and we all say, it could have been you! It sounds like something you say!”

“We learn so many British cusses from you. Knob, shit bag, twat, bloody fucking bastard,” Silas then weighed in with, counting them off on his fingers as he chuckled with glee.

“Or when she call you twat waffles and you thought it is some kind of British breakfast cereal,” Sokoro chimed, Marcus waving his hands in dismissal as the men roared.

“It sounds like it, though! I had no idea that twat was slang for the female anatomy until we met Catherine!” he laughed, Rin in absolute stitches as she closed the fridge door. They kept her entertained as she went about preparing her breakfast, Sokoro sorting himself and the other guys with gigantic vegetable omelettes and toast.

With a day to herself, she decided to relax before her masseuse arrived, Jenna giving her a much-needed rub down and easing of tension from her locked up back, several knots clicking and cracking under her expert hands. It was a day of pure bliss, her child not arriving back until 7pm, Sean stating that he was also taking her to the museum and out for dinner as well, carrying a very sleepy Tiger into the house. He looked completely shattered himself.

“I’ll take her,” Diane bustled coldly, fixing him with a glare. No, Rin’s words hadn’t sunk in any further. Luckily, Sean didn’t react with any negativity whatsoever.

“Thank you, Diane. It’s nice to see you again, you’re looking very well.”

She turned away from him, her lips slightly pursed. “I wish I could say the same.”

He winced. “Ouch.”

Rin reached for his face, giving him a kiss. “Maybe one day she might finally thaw.” While he expected as much from her mother, he did note that Rin seemed to be behaving more freely with him, making the first move to offer affection. “So, did you and our baby have a good day?”

Right on cue, he yawned. “A tiring one. I’ve been up since 5am, she decided she couldn’t sleep so we took Butch for a walk for an hour, one I ended up carrying her on my back for half of before dropping him off with Minnie for the day.” Hugging her, he rested his chin on her head, Rin laughing softly at the fake snoring noises he began making. “She has abundant energy, though. I don’t know how you cope full time.”

Emerging from beneath his chin, she smoothed her hands down his chest. “I’m used to it, as you’ll become, too. Can I get you a coffee before you fall asleep on me?”

He nodded, kissing her forehead. “Please.”

“Alright, go and rest your weary bones.” He moved to the sitting room and she the kitchen, taking a seat on the sofa and beginning to browse his phone. It might have been a Saturday night, he might have been shattered, but he had a few work-related emails he needed to at least check in with, planning on putting in some time the following morning in his office at home to be nicely ahead for the coming working week.

“Oh, you’re here.” Looking up, he met the narrowed eyes of Diane, the matriarch of the Cavanaugh household taking a seat on the adjacent sofa, eyeing him with her usual level of distain.

“Hello again, Diane,” he smiled, attempting to at least be cordial with the woman. The truth was, he had little to no issue with her, but goodness, she certainly gripped tightly upon the grudge she held towards him. “How are you?”

“I’d be much better if you weren’t here.”

He expected little less than such hostility, but knew he couldn’t meet it like for like. “I understand that, I do. I will be here, though, in your lives. Your daughter and granddaughter are very important to me.”

She picked up a copy of Tatler magazine from the coffee table, huffing as the pages were flicked through with mild irritation. “Until the next chance to use her in your quest for power presents itself. Men like you don’t change, Sean.”

He felt his temper flicker into life, the corner of his mouth twitching. He wouldn’t let her spark it into roaring flame, though. She was probably trying deliberately to wheedle such a response from him, purely so she could point her finger. “As I explained to Catherine, I am in no position to do that. Your daughter has elevated me to my former status, more so, in fact. I have my company, I have my standing, and I have a hell of a lucrative income because of her. I don’t truly have what I want the most, though. Trust me, fucking her over would not be conducive to me attaining it.”

“Oh, wouldn’t it?” she spoke, each word biting in its chilly delivery.

“No,” he spoke with a shrug, his smile widening, “because what I want most is her. I love your daughter, perhaps the most honestly and genuinely I have ever loved anyone. Trust me, my intentions towards her are not what you assume them to be. Far from it.”

He didn’t know, but out in the corridor, Rin stood, coffee in hand, grinning like an idiot to hear him coolly standing up to her mother. She might have known it already, but hearing him state that what he wanted most was her almost provoked a squeak of pure joy.

“Well, I shan’t be doing that any time soon, Sean,” she bustled, just as Rin walked in.

“That’s up to you, I suppose,” he replied, taking the coffee from Rin. “Thank you, darling. I think I might need three more just to stay awake. So, are you still coming with me when I go back up to Manchester on Thursday? We could take Tiger too, make a weekend of it once I am done with Friday’s meetings. We could take her to the art gallery, with her flair for the artistic I’m sure she’d enjoy it.”

She beamed widely. “Yes, great idea, I’d love to. It’ll mean getting her out of her pit early, I suppose. I was surprised you told me she’s been up since five this morning, that child loves her kip.”

“Isn’t this all so very cosy,” Diane muttered sarcastically, shaking her head. “Forgetting conveniently what that vile shit of a man did to you.”

Rin’s hand clenched into a fist where she rested it upon Sean’s thigh, her eyebrows knitting as she sighed. “Which is a mistake he both admits and apologises for, mum. I’ve let it go. You need to as well.”

“I can’t! Not when...” she began, the Tatler magazine cast aside. She didn’t get very far in her retort, though.

“Enough, mum,” her daughter spoke, with quiet firmness as she stared at her. “That’s seriously enough, now. I’m sick of dealing with your attitude. What happens between Sean and I is honestly none of your business, and I am fucking tired of you making it just that. This is my life, you need to but out and stop treating me like a child. That’s the end of it. Sean, come on. Let's move locations.”

He stood gladly, taking his coffee and following her out without further word, Diane sitting there floundering at being shot down so efficiently by her eldest child. “We both stood our ground with her, and didn’t raise our voices once,” he observed, moving up the grand staircase beside her, pausing to gulp back a little more coffee, save it spilling and Diane becoming furtherly vexed towards him.

Rin raised her eyebrows. “We must be growing up, at last.” Arriving in her bedroom, she swung the door open, walking through to where she’d had a little bit of a makeover of the large room, the former section dedicated to her desk and workout items over at the far side by her window now containing a small sofa and television set on the mantle above the fireplace. The space most definitely had more of a grown up feel to it than it had when Sean had been in there last.

Sitting down beside her, he finished his coffee while they chatted on how best to handle her mother, both agreeing to be staunch without rising to her need to argue the toss constantly. The coffee was sadly no match for his tiredness, though, Sean waking with a start hours later to darkness, finding himself draped in a comfortable throw. The bed his sleeping love occupied looked much more comfortable.

“I was wondering if I’d have a companion at some point,” she murmured, turning to cuddle up to his nakedness after he’d undressed and gotten under the covers. “What time is it?”

“Half past two. I’d say time to go back to sleep, but I’m wide awake.”

She grinned into the darkness as his hands felt their way to her, pulling her even closer, lifting her leg to rest over his hip. “Mmm,” she hummed, feeling the hard of his cock press against her abdomen. “Yes, you definitely are, aren’t you?” Her hand reached between them, curling around his cock, working him lazily as she felt the sleepiness slipping away, ducking her head to begin placing hot, open-mouthed kisses upon his neck.

He lay there in a daze of sexual fog clouding him for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of what her hand evoked within before his own reached for her, stroking her softly, feeling her begin to dampen his fingers. Pushing them inside her, his mouth then founds hers, her teeth crushing a soft bite upon his lower lip. Those kisses, all sugared embers and need, began to gain rapid heat, hands working upon one another with more vigour until Sean turned her, slotting himself between her legs and arrowing into her fully with one fluid motion.

She swallowed back his moans as their tongues swirled, her groin prickling pleasantly, nerve endings singing their bliss against the thick swell of his cock as he dragged her walls deftly. It was heavenly, wet velvet softly flexing around hot steel, their veins warming, Rin crying out softly at feeling him burying himself within her again and again.

With his mouth at her neck, consuming her with such all-encompassing force, all that existed was him, that moment, the sound of his groans in her ear as his tongue glided across the column of her throat. Him, just him. He was all she wanted, and to hell with what her mother thought of that.

Trembling against the lean bulk of his chest, the lightning bounced beneath her skin, the weight of him centring, driving himself into her plush wetness, causing moans she barely recognised to be hers. How she had longed for a lover with this kind of skill while they’d been parted, but beneath him there in her bed, she realised she could look forever but never find in a single other person what she had with Sean.

His hips arrowed down purposefully, giving way to a slight rotation that had her floating in the stars, her fingers raking through his hair as she arched up against him, teeth nipping his thick shoulder as her nails grazed his back, digging in and clawing when he began to gain momentum.

She was molten beneath him, singed by the wildfire of his fuck, her walls beginning to flutter around him as his soaking cock pounded her hard, mouth lowering to suck at her nipples, making her come apart beneath him with surging force, Sean coming just moments after her.

They fell asleep that night entangled, swathed in the blanket of one another, Rin awaking early the following morning. The sunlight streamed in, the sound of the Westminster bells softly tolling, yawning as she stretched. Looking up, she was greeted by the sight of smiling blue eyes, shifting up a little to place a soft kiss upon his lips.

There they were again, just as they had been seven years before. Sunday morning, bell song and sunshine.

“I love you.”

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Finally.”

Finally, indeed.

Finally, they had everything they’d been looking for. Finally, they had love and peace, and finally, although it took her almost two years after that morning to see that Sean was entirely genuine, they had Diane’s support. After all, the mother of the bride couldn’t very well have a sour face on at the wedding of her eldest daughter. Not after she’d bared witness to seeing just how happy the man waiting for her at the altar had truly made her.

In fact, Diane’s tears of joy as they were pronounced husband and wife were the greatest of all the guests, watching Rin held tightly by her new husband, and the complete and utter adoration they viewed one another with. Neither noticed it, though, lost in one another as they kissed, Sean stroking her face with his thumbs as he rested his forehead to hers, repeating the word he had spoken two years prior, when they had truly reconnected.

“Finally.”

The End.

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bloogers-boogers · 13 hours ago

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Can't help but think about an au where Lucifer takes care of Cain and Abel because they died as babies and fell to hell as a punishment for Eve biting the apple "you'd sacrifice both your first born sons as you're not worthy to bear men. To secure the rest of man to be worthy of ascension you must do said sacrifice."

Adam is still alive on earth so there was no way he and Eve would be able to take care of them. And well, we all know eventually Adam ascends to heaven so there's no way he'd go down to hell. And the deal Lucifer and Lilith made with Adam wasn't extermination, but instead, Adam's way to reconnect with his children, spend some time with them even if for a short period.

So like, it goes like this.

Lucifer had just got out a meeting with the sins while Lilith was doing other tasks, he senses something odd, and in mere seconds he poofs towards the odd phenomenon. He finds himself in the sky watching two golden balls of light falling in a rapid speed down. He panicks and does his best to catch them, preventing them to fall.

He succedes and holds them tight. Now, being so close and holding them, he knew what it was. They were souls. Very diminutive and fragile souls. New, not even a few hours of being created. They're young souls.

He slowly gets back to the ground, his feet landed gently as he continued to watch the orbs. They were beautiful. And very bright.

Angels don't have souls, they're entities of pure light. Souls come from living creatures. But it’s mostly known for mortals. Humans.

There's no way these are Adam and Eve. That was his first thought, as it was too soon for the angels and heaven to get rid of them.

Besides, they do not feel the same. Adam's soul was far too warm and absolutely perfect as God intended for it to be. And Eve’s, it was painfully clear and bright but it was slightly colder than Adam's but farther warmer than Lilith’s, now after the events of the apple it had turned vibrantly red and it burned. Adam's got colder after the events.

This could only mean these souls were descendants. But had fallen too young. He can't say how long as they are still in a light form, but he can calculate like two? Three years maybe?

Lucifer inspected them closer in curiosity and wonder, while summoning a portal to his work office. He sits down in his chair and watched the orbs in a daze.

They're far fragile. Which is why he conclude they were humans.

It took Lilith knocking the door for him to realize how long he was staring at those orbs.

Lilith asked him why he was taking so long to come downstairs and he explained everything. Initially she was angry that he had not call her sooner, then, she was annoyed it was linked to Adam. And lastly she was upset that Lucifer hadn't gotten rid of them before they started infesting hell as the angels had claimed the bad of humanity would.

Lucifer was curious. He wanted to see them turned to whatever they're supposed to be down here. So he waited. And waited.

And in little time, it became a routine for him to be glued stuck in his office watching them. Lilith was growing annoyed by this, as Lucifer was slowly putting her in the shadow and spending much less time with her and his duties asside.

It had turned to weeks until the orbs finally decided to fall. Lucifer jolted up his chair and watched as the orbs formed. It was weirdly magical. The once golden orb on the left turned slightly pinkish, the other remained golden. That made him tilt his head confused but he continued watching as...

Yeah. He had made a small mistake in his calculations. These humans were far more smaller then he imagined them to be.

His mouth opened in amazement as a cry echoed the room. Instinctively he immediately tried shutting it up. He panicked looking everywhere in the office that could help him with this situation. Both diminutive humans cried loudly. He nervously jumped around and a idea popped up, he poofed fireworks out from his hands and that seemed to have worked for one of them but the other just cried louder, afraid.

Lucifer tried holding one from its arm. Letting the poor thing dangled, unsure how to hold the human Lucifer just inspected in curiosity as the baby cried in pain.

In less than seconds, Lucifer found out how fragile humans really were. He had not only broke the small things arm, but he also accidentally killed the other one from steeping its head. Lucifer cried in an awkward 'oops'. Luckily, they're in hell, and the sinners, would respawn. They're supposed to, right?.

Attempt two.

Once the small humans came back, yes, he had killed the other one he held when he saw he had accidentally stepped on the other one to his inevitable death (it was a 'he' right? He wasn't sure to be honest, Adam's reproductive organ was far bigger than whatever these little humans had), he panicked and in desperation had let go of the other one. And well... it died. But that's okay! (Not really) they're back.

Lucifer could feel his eye twiched in anxiety. From his first attempt interacting with the diminutive humans, he had learn to be careful in holding them. So he grabbed one gently and tossed it inside a basket.

Attempt three.

He gently put the small thing inside a basket. Then did the same with the other.

Okay. So he learned that day, he must be extremely gentle with them. Regardless of whatever.

Now having all the time to process their fall, and in a calmer state, he can now take in closer their diminutive hell forms. They're very... human like. They were a painful replica of their father.

One had golden brown hair, the other chestnut hair. Same freckles, same nose. Adam's fucking everything. If he squinted harder he could see some birthmarks of Eve but that's about it. He couldn't really see the color of their eyes because they were shut. He open one's eyes carefully and yet, he accidentally took it's eye out with his sharp claws. He yelped as he tried rushing himself to the bathroom grabbing a wet towel and covered the human's face entirely with the wet cloth. In matter of minutes the poor thing suffocated to death.

Attempt four.

So he knew one of the diminutive humans had green eyes exactly like Eve’s. The other, well, he was too afraid to figure out himself.

Once the humans seem to be asleep, he slowly went outside his office and called out for Lilith.

She didn't seem too enthusiastic about it but he told Lilith about what he discovered from the first two hours he had spend with the 'babies', thats how Lilith immediately stated them as.

And in no time, they were raising together two spawn of Adam. And well Eve. But.. Lilith was having a hard time getting over what happened with Eve so she was rarely ever mentioned. It was easier to claim them as Adam's which was ironically funny cause Lilith initially had issues with being even linked to the first man as a partner.

Ofcourse, it wasn't easy for Lilith to warm up with them, but she eventually did. As if was hard enough for Lucifer to raise them on his own. Actually it was deadly to leave them alone with Lucifer at their care.

Still, Lilith also had some 'whoopsies', but it was adaptable and easy to keep them well nourish. In a blink of an eye they were already turning twenty years old! Lucifer was ecstatic as he jumped everywhere poofing decorations and ballons for the twins birthday.

Lilith laughed in disbelief, moving her head with a gentle smile as she continued reading her book in the family rooms singled couch.

They weren't really sure why they decided to keep them. But maybe... deep inside under all that pride they carried, it was the guilt they held for what happened in eden, they felt responsible of the children of Adam and Eve.

#this is all I have for now!#merry Christmas!!#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #lucilith

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cocomintcat · 9 months ago

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Heaven's Princess (Part 2)

Welcome to hell

Part 1 || Masterlist || Part 3

Songs of the chapter: Karma (AJR) + Still Feel (Half•Alive)

You feel a soft silk like bedding and a familiar presence near you. Slowly opening your eyes, you’re laid on your side. In front of you is Saf, your tiny seraph? Guardian? Pet? You don’t really know what she is besides a floating eye with six wings that acts like a bird and a puppy combined. She does also makes cute noises that sound like a church organ*. Slowly sitting up, you take in your surroundings. A grand red room with slight apple decor. You are dressed in comfortable pajamas. You then take in your appearance. Your hands have claw like nails, your wings are tainted red underneath, you have a tail with an eye, and to add to that, your eyes have all changed to yellow with red irises. Then you realize your heavenly eye on your chest lost its wings. Saf then hovers over your head, making you reach for your halo, pulling it down only to realize it's around the newly protruding horns. Pulling the halo carefully over the horns you notice where the old eye would be is rather a cracked and bent opening. You put the halo back with the help of Saf. Everything’s changed. At least your ear wings haven’t seemed to change, but now you can’t put either away, your head wings, or your back ones. You’re going to have to relearn some motor skills with both of them being out at the same time.

Suddenly, Saf blinks like she remembers something before zooming off. You tilt your head watching her before situating yourself to sit at the edge of the bed. You don’t dare follow her. You start playing with your new tail. It was cutely heart-shaped at the end where your newest eye was.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps make their way down what you assume is the hall leading to the room you are in. Saf’s presence is accompanied by a familiar yet new presence. A man that looks similar to your brother Micheal, minus the height and red circles on his cheeks, appears in the doorway. He’s wearing a white under shirt with rolled up sleeves, a pink striped vest with a black bowtie, his pants are white and accompanied by black boots*. “Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling?” He makes his way over to you.

Looking up at the man in front of you, you give him a small smile. “Better than before, I’m guessing you caught me?”

“Yup! Your wounds healed by the time I made it to this room, and your little friend appeared too.”

“Ah, Saf… I don’t know how she was able to, but it makes sense for her.”

The man moves over to sit next to you, “Before I ask any questions, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Lucifer, you’ve probably heard tons of awful things about me, but I promise I'm not going to hurt you.”

This makes you tilt your head, “I mean mostly the winners fear you and the elders can be cranky about you. However, I've been told if I’m ever in trouble in hell to go to you first. Though it was believed to be very unlikely I’d ever even have to visit hell, much less be sent to it.”

His face becomes shocked, “Really there's still angels that- Nevermind.” He shakes his head, “Three things. How old are you? Why did you fall? Lastly, your name.”

You fidget with your hands nervously as he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Well I’m 149-” The hand on your shoulder tightens slightly before loosening and dropping off your shoulder. Both his hands are in fists on his lap. You can feel his anger simmering. “My name is Eliora, and as for how I fell… I didn’t fall, except for through a portal.”

His expression turns to shock again, “What do you mean by that?”

“I was never put on trial. I was betrayed. They betrayed Heaven, and I found out.” You look off to the side away from him. Your hands tightened onto each other. “I was going to tell the upper ranks what they were doing… She- Someone I thought was a friend tore my wings. I burned the remains. She couldn’t have them. Then I was sent to hell. I never sinned… I shouldn't be here.”

A gentle hand reassuringly lands on top of your own, and you look over at Lucifer.

“That explains why your soul is so pure and only tainted. Usually, sinners have corrupt souls on top of the taint of hell. But what were they betraying heaven with?”

“Exterminations.”

“What-”

“Sera had no permission for it. She gave permission to ‘punish’ me.”

“Damn it if she did that then… fuck.”

“I’m guessing she's the main communication between heaven and hell?”

“First is Adam, but he does more of the dirty work for her.”

“Adam?! He knows about the exterminations?!” Lucifer raises a brow at your shock.

“Yeah, was he not there or the one who punished you?”

“No?! I doubt Adam would ever harm me in such a way, but-”

“You can't be sure with everything happening.”

“It’s just I’ve been somewhat close with him for a while since he was always around Sera- Oh… I was closest with Emily, Sera’s youngest sister, and Adam was around Sera fairly often. He helped me discover my powers. Despite his behavior sometimes, I thought… I don’t know." Suddenly tears welled up in your eyes, and you were engulfed in a hug.

“I’m sorry.”

You wetly chuckle, hugging back, “It's not your fault. Sera has a ton of explaining to do.”

“She does, and she’ll get what's coming to her eventually.” Lucifer separates from the hug, keeping his hands on your shoulder. “Since she runs the exorcists and knows you're down here, we should give you a cover name, one that isn’t any nickname you had in Heaven. We don’t want her hunting you down.”

“That's true… Can you choose it? It’d be funny when it comes out that she couldn’t find me because of a name ‘The Devil’ himself gave me.” You giggle at the thought.

Lucifer lets out a little chuckle, “Sure, how 'bout (Y/n)? Hmm, little miss.”

Saf let’s out a happy noise spinning, “I think it's perfect. Saf approved, too!” This divolves you all into giggles as Saf keeps up her goofy cheers.

“Alrighty now let’s eat, and I can give you a bit of a run down of Hell.” Lucifer helps you up, leading you to a sweet and homey kitchen room with a small 4 seat table. “Sit and I’ll make some of my famous pancakes!” You giggle at his cheery attitude. ‘He really hasn’t changed. He’s exactly like how they described him.’ You felt safe and a lot more happy around Lucifer after your eventful ‘fall’. ‘Maybe some good things will come out of this.’

Soon enough, the pancakes were done. They were heavenly, pun intended. Lucifer told you about the rankings in Hell, him, and the sins along with their rings. He then explained his ring a bit more in depth, overlords, sinners, and deals. Deals were to be avoided no matter what. He told you only Carmilla Carmine would be the overlord he’d recommend going to as she’s very reasonable compared to the others. He informed you on some more things you were only vaguely aware of in hell. Though he admitted to not keeping up much the past 6 years. You didn’t ask why, feeling it was a sensitive subject.

You had stayed with Lucifer since you fell. You learned a lot about him and, in all honesty, a lot about what Sera had done. Once Lucifer learned the uppers knew nothing and it was all Sera, he had compiled all the evidence of such for the day that it would become useful. Though you knew as long as you were in hell, there wouldn't be a chance, but you couldn’t tell Lucifer how you’d get the uppers to listen. ‘I don't know why I’m so anxious to tell him… probably because he’s the brother I never met until falling into hell.’ In turn, you also learned what happened since he fell, and how Lilith just up and left. You also learned about his daughter, technically your niece. Staying with Lucifer reminded you a lot about staying with God. They really were father and son. From their depression to their flamboyant personalities. This made you quite sad and homesick, missing your father.

Lucifer also found out about your birthday. He had called his daughter explaining the whole situation a while back, and she had been wanting to meet you for some time. Lucifer made sure you were adjusted to hell a bit more before letting you meet. Only after 3 months of being in hell did you meet her. She was so sweet, this is also how you let your birthday slip after explaining you had fallen a bit after your birthday. She insisted on holding you a small celebration for your 150th. This did bond her and her father quite a bit, but things were still strained as they avoided topics about their personal lives. They mostly stuck to talking or bonding over you. You were just glad they seemed to be talking.

Soon, they held a small celebration at the manor for your 150th birthday. 2 of the sins and their partners also joined you. Asmodeus, or Ozzie, and his partner Fizzarolli, Fizz, were immediately in awe of you. Ozzie insisted you were one of the cutest kids he’s met since Charlie became an adult and welcoming you to the Hell family. Fizz was also fun. He made you laugh plenty and insisted on you performing with Bee in a karaoke duet. Then there was Queen Bee, or Bee, and Vortex. Bee was also insistent on doing a karaoke duet with you after hearing you were known for music and dance. She also was very affectionate to you, constantly wrapping an arm over your shoulder. Lucifer and Charlie had baked you a cake too. It was beautiful, a purple cake with white roses and butterflies. Each of them had given you gifts. Ozzie offered a fun trip down to visit his ring so you could hang with him and Fizz. He also gifted you a soft purple blanket, which Fizz wrapped you up like a burrito with at some point. Fizz gifted you a cute plush of a hell fox. It was pink and cute. He got the idea after asking Lucifer what you liked. Bee’s gift was a phone with all their contacts to keep in contact with them. Vortex’s gift was to escort you anytime you needed a bodyguard. Charlie then presented her gift, a cute fuzzy red fox hoodie. It was adorable. Lastly was Lucifer’s gifts, a ducky of yourself and a six winged gold fox statue*. You were so grateful to them all.

Soon enough, Charlie had convinced her dad to let you stay with her at her hotel. She had been wanting you to come help out since you were an angel you would know most about souls let into Heaven. You supported her dreams, as redemption should have been the option first before exterminations. So when she asked if you would help, you said yes. It was decided that after her upcoming TV appearance she’d pick you up. Lucifer was just happy you two were getting along and to see you doing better since your ‘fall’.

You kept an eye on Charlie's TV appearance through the news app on your phone. It definitely did not go well, but it never would have, not with how they were treating Charlie before even hearing her out. Definitely reminded you that you were in hell. Soon she called you to let you know they were on their way after picking up Angel Dust, their first guest, who apparently was either in trouble or causing trouble you couldn’t tell with the loud voices in the background. Soon enough, you see the limo pull up. Charlie runs out immediately, hugging you. She had already moved your stuff to the hotel the day before leaving you with just a bag of essentials to bring.

“It’s good to see you! Come, come! Luckily, we aren't too far from the hotel!” She guides you into the limo, taking your bag and putting it on the floor. Inside is a pink tall spider slumped in the middle. Charlie sits next to a gray color schemed girl who eyed you, ‘she’s a fallen exorcist, her halo must not be visible.’ You opted to sit on one of the side chairs. “Both of you, this is (Y/n).”

“So we were picking up an angel greaaaaat, it’s not like extermination isn't coming soon.”

“Angel, be nice! Plus she’s down here!”

“Why did we pick up a fallen angel?”

“Because Vaggie, she can help! She knows more about heaven than us, and it’s been too long since my dad has been, y’know.”

“Eh, nice to meet you, kid. Names Angel Dust.” Angel moves up next to you and puts an arm around you. “So what sin landed you in hell?”

“Angel, you can’t just ask things like that?!” This causes a bicker between him and Vaggie.

You just giggle at their antics, “Why I’m in hell isn’t all that important. I'm here now, so that’s all that matters.”

“How old are you? You’re like tiny as fuck.”

“15 physically in human years, and my height I am smaller than most angels at my age.”

Angel blinks, looking at you slightly surprised, “Your young as fuck-”

“Angel watch your language!” Vaggie exclaims.

You snort, “I’ve met Adam, trust me explicit language and curse words are nothing new.” This makes Vaggie give you a weird look, but before you could ask, the limo came to a stop.

You put all your stuff away before flopping forward on the bed. “This so nice don’t you think, Saf?” Saf chirped happily in reply as you moved to rest up on your elbows. “At least plenty of good has come out of this… This room reminds me of home...” You sit up fully with a sigh, looking up at the stars you can’t help but shed a few tears, “I miss them, I hope they’re doing ok…”

“We’re here, come on. I have to show you your room!!” Charlie grabbed your bag, dragging you along to show you your room. You were told to take as much time as you needed to make it more comfortable and settle in. She left, stating she’d be downstairs. Saf poofed in beside you, making happy noises at the nice room. It was purple and white. There were golden night sky stars hung in all sizes on the ceiling, along with flowy sheer drapes. It had a heavenly and princess vibe to it, ironically. There were also hidden LED lights, giving the room a beautiful glow.

After your cry session, you freshened up and went downstairs. Apparently, everyone had come in from outside. There were some new faces too. “Oh (Y/n) how’d you like your room!?”

“It's perfect. Thank you, Charlie.” You smile as Saf happily chirps beside you. Charlie immediately engulfed you in a hug.

“I’m so glad you like it!” she squealed. Suddenly, someone clears their throat, “Oh, right, I should introduce you to the new staff!” She then turned to 3 new faces. First, she gestures to a very tall, old-fashioned deer man. “This is Alastor. Alastor, this is (Y/n) the one who I mentioned will be helping with redemption exercises and such.”

The said man looks at you with a curious look, “Pleasure to meet you didn’t know we’d have a fallen angel helping out.”

“Ah, right then, those 2 are Husk and Nifty!” She gestured to a winged cat demon that was walking towards a newly implemented bar and a small cyclops demon. Both gave you a small wave.

“Good to see you again, kid!” Suddenly, you're picked up by Angel Dust. “Didn’t realize how small you were, damn.” He was holding you like a child.

“Probably because aside from Nifty she’s the smallest in this hotel. Not to mention, she is 15 physically, so she’s young too.” Vaggie says.

“She’s a fucking child angel?” Husk was pointing at you from behind the bar.

“Yup! So please keep the adult stuff away from her. Her innocence doesn’t need to be ruined.” You snort at what Charlie says.

“You heard worse from Adam right kid?” Angel whispers to you. Still carrying you. Saf appears chirping a yes for you. “Sup little thing, by the way… What is that?”

Everyone looks at you while you answer, “That's Saf my seraph friend, I don't really know what she is besides the type of angel she is but she's more like a pet or guardian if that makes sense.”

“Kinda, she’s cool. Makes weirdly cute noises.” Angel puts you down, but you fly up to be a bit taller. He pats your head.

“She makes sounds that are of a cathedral organ. It’s pretty cool when she uses it to follow my songs.”

“Alright I think it’s time for dinner! (Y/n) wanna help me?”

“Sure!” Alastor appears near you and Charlie.

“Need an extra set of hands, dear?” Charlie nods before leading you all to the kitchen, showing you the recipes she has planned for the night. During this cooking, Alastor ends up in a conversation telling you about the food he used to make with his mother. This leads to him telling you about some of the popular foods from his time alive in louisiana. In turn, you told him about a movie you were introduced to in Heaven from earth, this led to you explaining the disney princess and the frog story. Charlie seemed to be happy watching you oddly get along with the oh so terrifying radio demon. Soon enough, the food was done.

Everyone sat and ate, getting to know each other. Angel asked you occasional questions about heaven. You answered them the best you could without giving yourself away in the slightest.

*kinda like the honk in Sky children of the light!

*his ‘final battle’ outfit aka his usual minus his coat and hat.

*inspired by that six winged duck in charlie’s childhood

Btw background info: God has no clue what time it is anymore nor that Eliora is missing, between the family doing their jobs or looking for Elly no one told their father in fear of worsening his depressive episode (Not the right choice but this'll make for a worthy punishment of those who wronged our girl!)

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talesfromawannabewriter · 9 months ago

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BAG AU Lilith

. Lilith the first human woman and first spouse of Adam was deeply in love with Lucifer

it’s not as if she intended for it to happen one day she was picking fruit for her and her husband the next there was an angel floating right above her asking where Adam was and Lord almighty was he handsome and so so charming she fell before they were even completely done with their conversation

. after that whenever she could she would try and find the angel, she was so enchanted by him she couldn’t help but try and seek him out.

. When she did she would have the most delightfully intellectual conversations and even though he usually seemed to be in a hurry to finish these conversations for his main purpose of going each time to the garden was to visit the true object of his affections Adam.

. Speaking of, Adam was starting to get more and more concerned the more Lilith went on her own, the excuses always varying “I just wish to be alone” “I’m going to get us some food to eat” “I think there’s one more creature I wish to name” and every time he would suggest coming with she would get extremely defensive and told him to stay put promising she’d be back soon

. Soon was her way for saying not until the stars are out

. he didn’t know why she was acting this way but he also shouldn’t be so surprised since she was always one for doing what she wanted and going her own way

.Things changed one day while she was with Lucifer sitting a few feet away from him while he sat in the shade of the tree that held the forbidden fruit leaning his back on the bark

. he asked her why she didn’t want to join him under the shade and she explained that both she and Adam weren’t even allowed to touch the tree.

. And after that he kept asking more and more questions and soon asked this one question “but what is so bad about it?” Which was followed by this, “maybe they just don’t want you to be as smart as them, for after all it is called the fruit of knowledge for a reason”

. And just like that she was convinced, so she listened to his instructions very carefully for all she had to do was get Adam to come with her and eat the fruit and her life would instantly become greater than ever before

. except when she did as he told her to the instant moment Adam’s lips touched the apple her life went to the pit

. Lilith felt as though she was filthy all over and something crawled in her and died

. Soon the three were blinded by pure light as the angels of heaven came down in a blind rage raving their anger at them mostly towards Lucifer, and so she sat petrified unable to speak

. However, she would take the feeling of fear over any day over what she felt when she looked over to Lucifer for comfort but found his entire existence was laser focused on Adam who was shivering from the sudden cold and covering him with with wings while trying to reason with the angels

. and he didn’t even give her a glance when they were banished

. Adam and Lucifer were not only cast out of the garden but into an eternal pit of darkness and sin, while Lilith was made to wander the Earth trying to find some semblance of peace and love from the other humans created at that time but she never found that

. That was her life until she passed away from old age

. when she ascended to Heaven she learned about the pit now called Hell and on how mortal souls that were corrupted and pure evil would perish down there once they died

. she also learned something that made her heart break all over again, Adam and Lucifer ruled side by side as Queen and King and they were in love

. but the very thing that made her feel as though her soul was being ripped into shreds was the fact that we’re able to have a family, while she was left barren

. that feeling of betrayal was replaced with one of pure rage and jealousy she would look down at the black pit of Hell

. Jealousy that somehow Adam was able to have all that she wanted and was made for but was denied

. rage that the one creature she wanted to be with never even liked her

. She then made a vow, if she ever found a way, she would make sure that Lucifer and his kind would suffer

. Centuries later she was granted that wish

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple mentioned #Lilith backstory #building a garden au

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readyforthegarden · 1 year ago

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Breakable Heaven - Part Three

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

AN: posting early for my lovely @gretavanfleetposts and because danny posted today while I was writing part four so it’s meant to be 😌

Warnings: Conversations alluding to sex, mentions of drinking 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 3495

“Did you see this itinerary?” Danny asked you as you yawned the next morning, walking back into the living room after brushing your teeth. There had been an early wake up by room service with coffee and pastries. You watched from the bed as Danny had brought the tray back into the living room, and for a brief moment, you thought you fell in love with the sight of the tall man, curls disheveled and holding an apple danish.

Sitting next to him on the couch, you glanced over his shoulder at his phone screen, watching him scroll through the imported calendar. Monday, today, was low-key, as more people arrived at the vineyard. There was nothing for the bridesmaids as some were missing still, while the groomsmen went golfing at a nearby course, and then another dinner at the vineyard restaurant.

“Mike invited me out to golf with the guys today,” Danny picked up a note on the tray with the coffee and handed it to you.

“That’s really nice.” you leaned forward, setting it down after reading it and pouring some coffee into a mug from the fancy carafe. You poured in your cream and sugar, stirring it and taking a long sip. “Do you like golf?”

“I actually love golf.” Danny smiled, biting into a danish. “I may have done a little research about the area and was planning on going to play while you were busy with wedding stuff.“ you set your mug down and reached over, grabbing a danish of your own. As you chewed, you pulled up the itinerary on your own phone, looking through the days.

“Uh, we have a field day??” you asked rhetorically, furrowing your brow. “A campout? Olivia didn’t say anything about camping.”

“It’s just one night, and look, the next day you’re at a spa all day getting pampered.” Danny mentioned, tapping the side of your phone with his long pinky finger. You did feel a small sense of relief that it would only be one night. “Dang, that massage sounds really nice.”

“Mm, hot stones, I cannot wait.” you nearly moaned at the idea, your body already feeling a little melty. “What time do you have to be downstairs?”

“‘Bout an hour.” Danny sipped on his coffee, leaning back in his seat. “Enough time to shower, get dressed and kiss my honey goodbye.” you froze for a moment, until the nickname conversation replayed in your head. Then you realized what he said and near-stammered.

“Oh, you want me to go with you down to the lobby?” Shrugging, Danny gave you a small smile.

“You don’t have to,” he began. “But it may make us look as hopelessly in love as we proclaimed to be last night.” you nodded and thought about it. In all your worries, you hadn’t realized that you and Danny had shared a kiss already. And in front of Gavin, no less. It felt like it was supposed to happen, once your surprise had worn off. His lips had been warm and soft, the memory of the faint trace of beer on them made you lick your own subconsciously.

“No, that’s a good idea.” you nodded. “We’re still in the honeymoon phase, after all. Do you mind if I go get dressed before you hop in the shower?” Danny shook his head and you got up, going into the bedroom and shutting the doors. You dressed quickly, throwing on a light, soft sweater and some jeans before slipping on a pair of socks and going into the bathroom, running your brush through your hair. The green of your sweater was one of your favorite colors; it made your eyes pop and your skin glow. The color boosted your confidence in a way that gave you a little more bounce in your step as you walked back into the living room.

“Oh, you look nice.” Danny complimented when his eyes raised from his phone screen to you. Smiling, you gave a little spin as he stood up and walked closer to you.

“Thanks, I love this sweater.” you replied. Danny was close enough now, he reached out, gently pinching the fabric on your upper arm and rubbing it between his fingers, feeling the softness of it. “Olive green is one of my favorite colors.” Danny’s eyes raised to yours, a tender smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, I don’t like olives,” he said softly. “But I do like this sweater.” as he departed to go get ready himself, it felt like he had finished his sentence early. If he had continued, he would’ve let slip that he possibly only liked it because it was on you.

While he stood under the steaming water of the shower, Danny questioned why he had just done that. He felt a quick friendship budding with you, that was for sure, but to flirt like that with no audience wasn’t a part of his job description. It just happened, he hadn’t even realized he was touching your sweater or standing that close until he was walking away, leaving you to stare at his retreating back.

You were doing your best to busy yourself in the living room, putting the empty coffee mugs back onto the tray, wiping up any crumbs of the table, even though you knew housekeeping would be in to straighten up. Danny was a very, very good actor, you decided. A method actor, who had to stay in some form of character in order to properly perform when the time came.

When he was ready, you and Danny headed out, his hand sliding into yours in the hallway swinging slightly between the both of you as you walked. There was no need for assistance down the stone steps in your sneakers, but he made sure to slow his gait as you both descended.

Mike, Gavin, and the other groomsmen were already downstairs, a small, black van idling in front of the doors. Olivia was standing next to Mike, doing her best not to glare at Gavin as the two men spoke.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” Mike grinned, waving Danny over. Danny let go of your hand as Olivia cut through them, coming to stand by you.

“Thanks for inviting me, this will be more fun than playing by myself.” Danny thanked Mike, before being introduced to a few groomsmen he didn’t get to meet at the dinner before.

“I was thinking we could go into town while they’re out golfing.” Olivia turned to you. “I need a few things I forgot back home and my mom is already driving me insane.”

“Sure, I just have to run upstairs and grab my bag.” you replied, motioning back towards the room.

“Danny, did you do this on purpose?” Tom, one of the groomsmen, laughed. “Your socks match her sweater!” Looking down, you realized Danny had adorned his long legs with argyle socks, patches of olive green in the pattern.

“It’s for good luck,” Danny wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his side, looking up at his grin. His crooked smile charmed everyone around him, and you found yourself included under its spell. “Matching my girl makes me play better.”

“Sure it does.” Mike patted Danny’s arm with a laugh. “We should get going, our tee time is in an hour.” Danny squeezed you closer before pulling back a little.

“A kiss for even better luck?” his hazel green eyes sparkled down at you and you couldn’t help the small smile and nod you gave him back. You hopped up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips against Danny’s before he pressed back, holding your cheek to keep you in place a few seconds longer.

“C’mon lover boy!” Danny pulled away with a laugh, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, honey.” he winked back at you as he walked out the front doors, leaving you standing there with a breathless feeling.

“Damn, he’s good.” you murmured to yourself, forgetting Olivia was right next to you.

“Yeah he is,” she agreed, a smirk on her face as she watched you.. “Go get your bag and drink some water, babe. We’ll leave in ten.” nodding, you went back upstairs to grab your purse. Meeting Olivia back downstairs, she ushered you into Mike’s sports car, and whisked you off to town. The small town was straight out of a hallmark movie, the street lamps done up for the nearing autumnal season with warm white lights and fall leaf garlands wrapped around them. Everyone on the streets seemed to know one another, stopping for a chat or smiling pleasantly.

You and Olivia popped in and out of a few stores, gathering some last minute items, various spools of white threads in case something tore on her dress or veil, inserts for her heels she’d be in most of the day, anything and everything Olivia was starting to panic about. Stopping off at one of the small diners for lunch, you recounted the items on the list she rattled off in the car, trying to see what was left.

“I wonder how the boys are doing,” Olivia cut you off, pushing the grilled chicken from her salad around the plate with her fork.

“Well, they’re probably a few beers in and having trouble seeing the tees.” you laughed under your breath, remembering the time Mike and Gavin came back from a golf day with the guys plastered. “If that group makes all eighteen holes, I’d be impressed.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Olivia giggled. “But I was talking more in terms of getting along.”

“Why wouldn’t they get along?” you turned up from your phone, marking off one of the last items you knew you had gotten on the notes app. Olivia narrowed her eyes at you, pursing her lips to keep from smiling.

“Because, Mike told me Gavin thinks Danny is a prick.”

“What?!” your mouth fell open in shock. “They’ve spoken to each other once!”

“Well apparently, Gavin tried to talk to Danny at the bar last night, and he completely ignored him.” Olivia shrugged. “Said he was trying to congratulate him on getting a girl like you.” you rolled your eyes so hard, you nearly severed your optic nerve. “I know, I don’t believe it at all.”

“Gavin went up to Danny and tried giving him advice about me,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Told him that he was surprised we lasted as long, that I was boring and to try and cut his losses early.”

“I swear to god,” Olivia was fuming across the table. “When I get my hands on that piece of shit-”

“Danny took care of it.” you told her. “He told him to drop it and from the looks on their faces when I came up, I’m pretty sure Danny scared him a little.”

“Good, that bastard deserves to be scared.” Olivia stabbed the piece of chicken now. “I don’t know what Mike sees in that man.”

“Beats me,” shrugging you picked up a fry from the plate you were sharing with Olivia, dragging it through the ketchup on your plate. “I’m sure nostalgia is clouding how different they’ve become.”

“Oh for sure,” Olivia agreed, finally eating more of her salad. “Speaking of Danny, I want to know more.” you froze internally. Olivia was never one for simple, non-invasive questions. No, she was a true interrogator. If she could waterboard answers out of people, you felt that she fully would.

“Like what?” Now it was Olivia who rolled her eyes.

“Everything! What’s he really like? He’s in a band, are they any good? You’ve kept me in the dark and I need to know everything!!” you felt a pang of guilt twist your stomach when Olivia said that. Lying to her was hard, she was your best friend, the biggest secret you’d ever kept from her was her birthday and Christmas presents.

“His band is really good,” you nodded, the fibs starting to flow through your teeth. “They’re a rock band, so talented.”

“You’ll have to send me their stuff, I’d love to hear it.” Olivia smiled, her eyes wide and sparkling. “Oh! We should go to one of their shows together! When I get back from my honeymoon!”

“That’d be great!” you faked a grin. You wouldn’t know Danny anymore after the wedding, there was no chance of that. “Um, I mean I don’t know what to say, he’s just…he’s really great, Liv.” your friend leaned forward, lowering her voice.

“Okay, but how is he?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Liv!”

“Oh come on, I know all about Gavin’s dick and how that was, give me something good!” she whined. “I’m about to be with the same penis for the rest of my life, I need to live vicariously through you!” Blushing, you sighed. What Olivia took as you trying to decide where to start first, was you trying wrap your head around talking about sex with a man that you had only kissed twice, and were never going to go farther with.

“He’s incredibly…attentive.” you finally answered. “I have no complaints.”

“Oh come on!” Olivia pressed, stomping one of her feet under the table. “You have to give me more than that!”

“Liv, really, I…” you pursed your lips together. “He’s different…he cares, and he’s good. I’ve never been with anyone like him.” Olivia grinned, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

“One day I will get a full play-by-play out of you.” she replied, snatching a fry off the shared plate. “He must really be something if you of all people aren’t giving me every sinful detail.”

“He is,” you smiled softly. The two of you finished your lunches, heading back out to the shops for the afternoon, finishing off the list and shopping for fun. The ride back to the vineyard was filled with anticipation. You were excited and nervous to see Danny, not knowing how he’d take the conversation you and Olivia had at lunch, but hoping he would laugh, especially at the way you blew it off.

You and Olivia had just started walking from the car back to the stone manor when the van with the men pulled up. They were loud, as soon as the doors opened to let them out, and they spilled out, laughing and talking excitedly with one another. You saw Danny, who looked to have a new hat from the golf course on his head, with his arm around Thomas’ shoulders as they spoke to one another, and you smiled, glad he was getting along with them.

“Baby!” Mike waved at Olivia once he spotted her. At his voice, Danny looked over, an excited grin on his face. Before you could register it, Danny sprinted across the parking lot to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground.

“I played the best game I’ve played in years!” he cheered. Your hands clasped his strong shoulders as he spun you around in circles.

“I’m glad!” you laughed, your legs wrapped around his waist as he stopped turning, adjusting his hold on you. Reaching up, he took the hat off of his head, plopping it on you. It smelled of new materials and a little bit of sweat, mixed with the shampoo and conditioner Danny used that morning.

“All because of that good luck kiss, honey.” he said softer, before turning to the guys. “You all made fun of me, but who got the best score?” The guys all waved him off, but Danny had turned back to you before he even saw. “I need one before every round from now on.”

“I think you’re a little tipsy, Danny.” you laughed softly as he hoisted you up, feeling you fall a little.

“Maybe, I had a few rounds to celebrate my win.” he shrugged.

“You guys are back in just enough time to sober up for dinner.” Olivia laughed as Mike swayed her back and forth. Danny set you down, sliding his hand into yours as you both walked into the building. “Let’s go, you smell like beer and sweat.”

“A day well spent!” Mike cheered, causing the other guys to cheer in agreement. You laughed as Danny joined in, his eyes glimmering. You and Danny parted ways with the others and headed to your room, where he immediately kicked off his golf shoes.

“That was so fun,” Danny laughed, sitting on the arm of the couch, letting himself fall back. His long legs dangled over the arm, and you shook your head. “Gavin sucks at golf, if it’s any consolation.”

“You know what? It is.” you came around the back of the couch, looking down at Danny, who had his eyes closed, hands laid flat over his chest and abdomen, thumping out a beat that was in his head. “You’ll never guess what Olivia and I talked about today.”

“What?”

“Our sex life.”

“Hmm?” Danny sounded confused for a moment, then laughed.”

“Did you tell her I was huge?”

“No! I tried to stay away from that.” you shook your head. “I did tell her I was completely satisfied and had no complaints.” Danny’s eyes opened as he gave you a goofy grin. The green in his eyes melted in with the browns, reminding you of something you couldn’t quite place.

“Glad to hear it,” Danny laughed slightly. “For the record, I’m amazing.”

“Oh you are?”

“Yeah.” Danny closed his eyes and nodded confidently.

“I’ll take your word for it.” moving away from the couch, you went to the bedroom getting your outfit together for dinner. You listened to Danny start to lightly snore from the couch, and you stilled. Mostly so you could slow your movements, not wanting to wake him as he slept off the sun and alcohol. But also because it reminded you of how you’d woken up in the night. You found out you and Danny both tended to sleep on your sides and stomachs, arms under the pillows supporting. You had felt something touch your hand, and jolted out of sleep, though not enough to rouse your bedmate. Danny’s fingers had been grazing yours in his sleep, twitching like he would hold them if not for his unconscious state.

Something about that memory made your stomach flutter, thinking of Danny’s sharp features having been softened by sleep. You were becoming fond of the young man snoozing on the couch. You hoped that the two of you could stay friends after this ruse was over, pretend to break up, maybe even use the band and his traveling as an excuse, and then just be friends.

You were taking the last hot roller out of your hair when Danny entered the bathroom, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“What time is it?”

“Almost half past six,” you answered. “I’m almost done, and then you can hop in the shower before dinner.” Danny nodded, leaning against the doorframe, watching you turn your attention back to your hair. He watched as your fingers gently fixed and primped the smooth, loose curls before you grabbed a can of hairspray and set them in place.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, watching your cheeks turn pink under the soft blush that was resting on them already.

“Thank you,” your eyes flickered from his reflection in the mirror back to your hair. “I…”

“Yes?” Danny looked at you curiously after you stopped yourself. Taking a breath, you looked back up at his reflection sheepishly.

“I get that you’re here to pretend to be my boyfriend and to be in love with me, but you compliment me even when we're alone.” Danny felt something bubble up in his throat, trying to clear it before he spoke again.

“Is that a problem?”

“No,” you shook your head quickly, and Danny watched as your hair bounced from the movement. “But it’s just….I don’t know, it’s nice, I guess.”

“Well, knowing how Gavin talked about you, I can’t imagine he was doling them out very often.” Danny near-sneered at the mention of Gavin. He had refused to acknowledge the man during the golf outing, opting to get to know the other groomsmen and Mike a bit more. Danny felt his heart sink as your face told him he was right. “Just because this is fake, doesn’t mean my compliments always have to be. You deserve to be told you’re as beautiful as you are, as many times as possible.”

There was a change in Danny’s eyes that you noted, though what it was you couldn’t guess. He stood there for a few more seconds, locking eyes with you before pushing himself off the door frame and walking back out to the living room. You quickly finished your hair and makeup and left the bathroom letting him pass by you to get ready.

“I’ll be done in fifteen, wait for me?”

“Of course.”

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