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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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Hospitality

No one makes better tea than Barbatos.

BARBATOS x afab!Reader 0.9k words | NSFW | Yandere | Non-con somnophilia Content warnings: Yandere thoughts/behaviours, non-con somnophilia, drugging, stalking. The Creepy Castle AU [Part 2] PREVIOUS | NEXT

When you enter the guest room provided for you at the Demon Lord's castle, there’s a steaming cup of tea on the nightstand. It’s not the first time Barbatos surprised you like this during one of your visits, and the kind gesture makes you smile.

You pick up the delicate porcelain cup and inhale the fragrant aroma - it’s sweet and slightly herbal, a blend of Devildom berries and flowers you can’t identify yet by smell.

You purse your lips and blow gently across the top. The murky red liquid ripples gently as you cool your drink. Your first sip is hesitant, but you hum appreciatively at the light, honeyed taste. You take another generous sip before setting the cup back down onto its saucer.

There’s a folded piece of clothing on the bedspread. When you lift it in front of you, you realize it’s a nightgown; the fabric is soft and semi-sheer, dyed a beautiful shade of dark blue. It falls just above your knees. You can tell by the feel of it that it’s luxurious, nothing that you would ever buy for yourself and certainly not to sleep in.

You attended a ball earlier this evening at Diavolo’s castle. Lucifer and his brothers insisted you join them. Diavolo welcomed you tonight with open arms.

The night was a blur of dancing and drinking and jubilant conversation. By the time the last guests departed, it was well past midnight and Lucifer readily accepted Diavolo’s offer to stay at the castle. Walking back to the House of Lamentation was a daunting proposition; more than one of his brothers drank too much tonight.

Lucifer and his brothers wandered off to their nearby guest rooms to sleep. Barbatos led you further down the hall and showed you to an exquisite room for your own use. He explained he prepared it for you at Diavolo’s request, to ensure your privacy and comfort. He wished you a good evening before he walked away.

You have nothing with you except a small purse and the dress on your back, purchased earlier that day with Asmodeus. If you twist oh so carefully, you can just reach the zipper and tug it down. The dress slides off your shoulders and glides lazily to the floor and pools at your feet. You drape the dress carefully over the back of an armchair so it doesn’t wrinkle too terribly by morning.

The cool castle air chills your skin and you can feel your bare nipples harden. It might not be appropriate to sleep mostly-naked when you’re a guest of the young prince. You feel ill-prepared for a night away from the comforts of home, but then you glance at the gift on your bed.

The nightgown fits perfectly and the material is silky against your skin. You pull back the blankets and slide into bed, sitting against the headboard with a tired sigh. You cradle the teacup in your palm and take more small sips. The warm liquid relaxes you, and soon you’re sleepy and can drink no more. You set the nearly-empty cup back on the nightstand and shimmy down the mattress to get comfortable. Once your head rests on the soft, cloud-like pillow, you close your weary eyes.

When your breathing slows and you descend into deep sleep, the candles that light the room blow out. The shadows come alive when you're bathed in darkness. Sin slips through the cracks of stone, the walls giving way so no more barriers exist between you.

Greedy eyes drink in your sleeping form and the sheets are tugged away, revealing your soft, touchable skin draped in midnight blue. The sheer fabric clings to each dip and groove and curve when you breathe.

He knew you would look lovely in this.

He dares to reach towards your sleeping face - his once-steady hands now shaking with anticipation, the urge to explore too overwhelming to resist. Beneath the supple leather gloves he wears, he can still feel the warmth of your skin that makes the craving he feels for you bloom deep in his belly.

His hand traces the fragile column of your throat and over the slope of your breasts, fingers gliding over the dips and curves of your chest and waist. The swell of your hip fits so perfectly in his hand. He dares to trail his thumb along the top of your thigh and into the warm space between your legs. Wandering fingers skim the lacy underwear you left on. He feels a hint of dampness there, and he wonders what sinful dreams his tea has given you.

He shifts the fabric aside and your light scent is even stronger now, sweet and musky and all his. He teases the edge of your folds and revels in how soft and warm you are. His movements are gentle, smoothed by the barest traces of slick gathering on his gloves. He wonders how greedy he can be tonight–

You squirm in your sleep and he pulls away quickly as though burned by the temptation of getting too close. You unconsciously rub your thighs together and he already misses his place between them. He savors his consolation prize when he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean until he’s devoured every last drop of you. He barely suppresses the urge to moan.

He needs to go, now, or he never will.

He slips back into the hidden passageway buried within the castle walls and becomes nothing but a shadow once more. He leaves no trace behind, except for the dregs of sleeping herbs in the bottom of your teacup.

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minkdelovely · 1 month ago

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kinktober — day XV

prompt: gender swap

revelations

“your hands were on my hips

your name is on my lips

over over again

like my only prayer”

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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alastor has a vagina, oral (alastor receiving), outercourse, no penetration orgasm 🦌✨

word count: 2.3k

summary: alastor and lucifer, back in their own bodies, have found some footing in their new routine. but there’s been something on alastor’s mind that he just can’t shake, which leads to surprising discoveries for the new lovers.

author’s note: can you believe we’re halfway through kinktober already?? this is a continuation of @macabr3-barbi3 body swap prompt <- please be sure to read this first to get the full experience ♥️ i was very excited to finally take a swing at this, and i hope you enjoy it! if there’s any takeaway, it’s that i will make alastor a cute little mess whenever i can 😈 quote is from burning desire by lana del rey.

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“I’d like us to try something different this time...”

Lucifer hums in response, too lost in the stupor Alastor’s scent puts him in to form words. You’d think after a month of intimacy that he’d have grown a tolerance for it, but the angel feared he had actually gotten weaker now that he didn’t have to stave off his desires.

He felt that same wave of relief pour through him, remembering how he pleaded with Alastor’s voice: Please don’t regret this. Lucifer had spent many nights following this in gratitude, eagerly receiving and reciprocating Alastor’s passions. They had both made good on their proposition to attune each other to their tastes, and Lucifer was currently indulging in one of his. It wasn’t just Alastor’s scent that drove him crazy, but also the sounds he made under Lucifer’s touch. Eliciting a myriad of gasps and moans from the demon as he laid claim to the delicate, tantalizing flesh under his mouth.

Alastor’s neck was always hidden behind a high collar, making the skin there particularly sensitive. The evidence of Lucifer’s ardency was easily hidden, and the King found his eyes wandering to that collar often, as if seeing through the cloth to his markings underneath.

Mine.

Leave it to Alastor to give him a possessive streak.

“Lucifer, are you listening?” Alastor’s voice was breathy but the irritation it conveyed managed to cut through the fog in Lucifer’s mind.

The subtle bite of Alastor’s claws on his ribs was enough to finally draw him away from his lover’s delectable neck, readjusting himself in Alastor’s lap to look at him properly. Learning how to make Alastor cum wasn’t the only thing Lucifer had learned over these last few weeks. Pissing Alastor off was a sure fire way to end up falling asleep alone with his hand down his pants.

“You wanna try something different.”

Maybe he had said it too directly, or the eye contact was too much, but he didn’t expect to get the reaction he did out of the demon. Alastor’s face flushed pink, a gorgeous rosy shade that accentuated the handsomeness of his face. Fuck, he was so effortlessly endearing sometimes. Lucifer felt his cock twitch between his legs when Alastor broke eye contact. Bashfulness was a rarity on the Radio Demon, and it made Lucifer salivate. Something primal in him waking up that he didn’t know was there until recently.

“Hey, come on, you know you can tell me,” Lucifer said sweetly enough, caressing Alastor’s face. Though the glint in his eyes was anything but, exposing the hunger he was trying to keep at bay.

Rushing Alastor into things never ended well, while patience always paid off.

Alastor relaxed under Lucifer’s touch and turned back to him, but his crimson eyes remained apprehensive. “I’ve been thinking… about our first time.”

How could Lucifer forget? It was one of the best mornings in his long existence. But he stayed silent, waiting for Alastor to continue.

“And as much as I enjoy fucking you to oblivion,” Alastor emphasized this with a squeeze to Lucifer’s hips, some confidence returning to his face and static-laden timbre, “I’d like to… try that out again. In my own body this time.”

It took Lucifer a second to catch on, but the smile that spread on his face was eager when he realized what Alastor was suggesting.

Lucifer was also quite fond of the way Alastor took control in the bed. He had always been a bit spoiled this way, being claimed by his lovers and basking in their affection. It was nice to let someone else take the reins and turn his mind off while his body bloomed like an evening flower, so long as the florist knew what they were doing. And, boy, did Alastor know what he was doing.

But the opportunity to turn the tables was too enticing to pass up. How could he, really, when Alastor was being so charmingly coy about it? Their first time was never too far from Lucifer’s mind, and it filled him with more happiness than he expected that it was the same for Alastor �� perhaps even more so, given this request. How long had he been holding this back?

Lucifer brought his other hand up to Alastor’s face and stood on his knees to kiss him. It seemed to be answer enough for the demon, his large hands fervently gripping Lucifer’s hips in response. They stayed this way until Alastor had to come up for air, hot puffs of breath permeating the space between their open mouths as Lucifer gently guided him to lay down. Alastor was still panting as Lucifer began to unbutton his shirt, planting kisses on each patch of exposed skin as he made his way down.

“You’ll feel a bit of a tingle, but I promise it won’t hurt,” Lucifer said into Alastor’s stomach, relishing the way the muscles twitched under the tickle of his breath.

A radiant, golden light enveloped them for a moment, followed by the promised tingle and then… nothing. Or, well… not nothing. Alastor’s pants felt looser in the groin but tighter on the hips, his budding erection all but gone as the ache of his arousal swelled. The heat he felt in his lower abdomen was familiar but his desire was now inside, a subconscious clench of his new sex alerting him to how empty he felt. It was a sensation he had only experienced the one time in a body that wasn’t his, and the thrill of discovery made him tremble; his mind gone cottony with this sudden onset of need and submission. Unable to form the words required to convey his want, a whine choked him. Amplified by an involuntary roll of his hips against Lucifer’s chest.

The air around them shifted, oppressive and electric; alerting the animal mind buried deep within man that something was coming.

It took all of Lucifer’s self control to stop him from tearing Alastor’s pants to shreds in his need to unveil what awaited him underneath. But he managed somehow, his kisses on Alastor’s belly gone feverish as he quickly unfastened the belt embellishing the demon’s slender waist. Lucifer gave it a harsh pull and flung it away as if it had bitten him, unconcerned with whatever patch of floor it decided to land on as he unbuttoned the offending pants. Only then did he manage to calm himself some, giving a final kiss to the supple flesh protecting Alastor’s newly formed womb before looking up at his disheveled lover.

“You don’t know how much it means, trusting me with this,” Lucifer said, his sincerity potent with reverence as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the Overlord’s pants and underwear. “Thank you for letting me take care of you Alastor.”

He was rewarded with another bashful display, Alastor’s ears pressed tightly against his head as he swallowed thickly. Glazed eyes and the pink flush of his face and tufted chest diluting the insolence of his retort. “Quit fussing and get on with it already.”

There were a few canned responses that came to Lucifer’s mind: Patience is a virtue, be careful what you wish for. But as they say, actions speak louder than words.

With a snap of his fingers they were both divested of clothes, and Alastor gasped as the cool air collided with his molten core. He didn’t have the opportunity to complain about it before Lucifer knelt down, devoutly kissing the inside of Alastor’s left thigh as his hand kneaded the other. Alastor sighed but his stomach tensed, a small spurt of liquid trickling out of him as Lucifer’s mouth made its way closer to the spot he desired it most.

Lucifer paused to admire the sight before him, earning a frustrated mewl from the demon. Alastor was ethereal, purveying a softness Lucifer honestly never thought possible, even after all the new facets he’d uncovered over the last month. But as he set his gaze on Alastor’s gorgeous cunt — adorned with a soft down of red and black hair — the domineering urge which was so new to him writhed under his skin, begging to proclaim its territory.

Finally, he brought himself to Alastor’s center. Unable to resist the need to smell the demon’s intoxicating arousal before extending his tongue, lapping up the juices collected there as if in offering. Alastor jerked in reaction, keening with relief as Lucifer groaned, quickly settling himself between Alastor’s legs to start his ministrations in earnest. He hiked those gorgeous long legs over his shoulders, firm tongue swirling over Alastor’s clit with a measured pace that belied his eagerness. It wouldn’t do to overwhelm the poor thing.

Alastor seemed to be doing well, though. Cursing between soft moans while his hips rolled against the angel’s mouth. Lucifer sighed into that delicious heat as Alastor’s fingers found purchase in his blonde hair, a feeling of wholeness washing over him that he hadn’t felt in centuries.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Lucifer lamented before his forked tongue dove back into its newfound Eden.

He felt like he was floating away from himself, lost in the saccharine taste and sounds of his lover. The demon’s scent now fully bloomed, perfuming the air with the verdant musk that had tortured Lucifer since their first meeting. How easily the angel was reduced to his baser natures, the need to revere and praise woven into his very being reminding him of his place. In this instance it didn’t matter — nor did he ever think it would when it came to how he felt about the sinner beneath him. Lucifer would weather whatever storms Alastor threw his way, so long as the days ended with them in the safe harbor of their bed.

Lucifer’s tongue had just pressed up to focus on the sensitive inner nerve when a low, drawn-out bleat from Alastor caught them both off-guard. Alastor’s hands quickly detangled themselves to clasp over his mouth with Lucifer’s head popping up to follow, his hair ruffled like unruly feathers. He took in the look on Alastor’s face, beet-red with embarrassment, and felt the expression on his own soften with an overwhelming affection. Nothing they had tried so far had managed to pull a sound like that from Alastor — but Lucifer wasn’t completely surprised. He wrote the book on cunnilingus, after all.

Despite the swell of pride, he managed to keep his wolfish grin to himself. If he wanted to keep this going, he’d have to save the gloating for later. Though his cock throbbed, leaking desperately from Alastor’s modesty as his brain finally registered his own painful arousal. Lucifer thought absently that it was a miracle he hadn’t already finished against the sheets.

“You okay, honey?”

Alastor nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut to hide from Lucifer’s earnestness. Another wave of endearment poured through the angel, coating his veins like syrup as he journeyed up to gently remove the hands from Alastor’s mouth. It wasn’t without resistance though, Alastor stubborn as always to have his way. But Lucifer won in the end, bringing one hand to his mouth with an adoring kiss that made Alastor wriggle, feeling more exposed than ever despite his eyes still being closed. The soothing tone of Lucifer’s amused chuckle mingled in the air with frayed static as he leaned down to place a kiss to Alastor’s hot cheek.

“If you need to we can — ”

“Don’t…,” Alastor interjected, unsteady, “don’t say it. It’s too embarrassing. Just — ah!”

Lucifer provided an interruption of his own, taking advantage of Alastor’s closed eyes to rub his erection through warm slick. His wanton moan of alleviation quickly tarnishing any form of superiority he had managed to gain as Alastor whined below him, eyes flying open from shock. Lucifer rolled his hips again and they cried out in unison, the air between them humid with their desire. A hiss escaped through Lucifer’s teeth as Alastor moved his hips to meet him, and he was now genuinely concerned that he might not even get the chance to enter before the onset of his climax.

But his body had other concerns, overriding the alarm bells in his mind as he ground his cock against Alastor’s folds. Their combined fluids making it all too easy to stimulate their most sensitive parts. Lucifer was writhing, helpless against his instinct to follow through. The luscious heat from that swollen, wet cunt — he wanted to curse and worship himself for using such an effective spell.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves more than expected. Each whine, squeal, and bleat from Alastor goaded Lucifer on. Reinforced by the steady rolling of his hips, craving the friction of Lucifer’s hard length against his sex and lower belly.

Alastor’s claws dug into the tender flesh of Lucifer’s ribs, mouth open as he panted between moans and sobs, his abdomen quivering from the building tension of pleasure. They were beginning to lose rhythm now, each of them chasing down the relief they needed so desperately.

“Lucifer, please — please, I…!”

“Mm-me too — hah… fuck!”

Lucifer cried out as he felt the first ropes of his release escape him, Alastor’s blissed out face seared into his mind before his vision went white. Somewhere in the fog he could hear Alastor calling his name through heaving breaths as their bodies rode out the high, clumsily rocking against each other until they were twitching from oversensitivity. Lucifer blinked back the haze until his lover came back into view, collapsing on top of him before he kissed every part of Alastor’s face his lips could touch.

It wasn’t until Alastor shuddered that Lucifer realized the salt on his tongue was from tears and not sweat. Lucifer shushed him, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor’s temple as he pet his hair to soothe him.

“If you mention this to anyone, I’ll tear your heart out and eat it in front of the entire city,” Alastor threatened, words muffled as he hid his face in the swoop of Lucifer’s neck; his usual venom reduced to petulance.

Lucifer laughed, the heart in question fluttering as he sank into Alastor’s embrace. “You know… we really need to work on your pillow talk. Lucky for you that I believe in second chances.”

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libby-for-life · 8 months ago

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Prompt: Lucifer and Adam goes on a date for the first time, but the waiter or waitress start flirting with Adam. Lucifer takes Adam back home after the date and...

Rough/Possessive sex and Daddy kink

I love this idea! Let's begin.

Lucifer watched as his little lamb shifted in his soft leather seat. He looked so cute in the outfit he picked out. A black tux with a gold and red tie. His colors to mark his pet. He had at one point brought up the idea of a collar but when Adam had timidly explained it was what she liked to do with him, Lucifer quickly reassured him that he would never do something his little lamb wasn't comfortable with.

The smile he got and the tearful thank you he got was enough to make him want to hunt Lilith down and—

"Sir? Are you okay?" Lucifer blinked when he felt a hand on his knee and he smiled into warm brown eyes.

"Yes, little lamb I'm okay. Do you know where we're going?" Adam shook his head, his lamb ears flopping just a bit. It made Lucifer want to bite them.

"We're going to a little Italian restaurant I know of called Il Piccolo Carro. It's good quality food." Lucifer said as Adam hung off his every word. He smirked as he brought his lamb closer. "I'm sure you're hungry~."

His little lamb shivered but nodded.

They got to the restaurant in record time for their reservations. This was their first date in public. He needed it to be perfect. The host greeted them and they were guided toward their seats. A nice booth with plenty of privacy so Lucifer and his partner weren't swarmed by sinners.

Soon, a waitress came to their table. She had long blue hair styled in ringlets, little flippers where her ears were, and light blue skin. Her small fangs were exposed when she smiled and her gold eyes flashed in the light. Dark blue freckles lined her nose, the same shade as her hair. Her perky tits were practically hanging out from her uniform. She smiled at them both as she said, "Hi! I'll be your waitress, Flare. What kind of drinks can I get you started with?"

"How about a bottle of Giacomo Conterno Monfortino?" She nodded before Lucifer watched as her eyes fell on his little lamb. He watched the moment her eyes filled with lust and she leaned forward with a pur. "And what can I get for you, sugar?"

Lucifer saw red. How fucking dare she flirt when he was literally right in front of her! Did she not know who he was?!

Adam, the poor little lamb, looked severely uncomfortable with her attention. "Uh, just some water."

"Oh, water? I love water! You can just glide right in." Lucifer felt his claws dig into the surface of the booth, expensive leather splitting like butter.

Adam tilted his head confused for a minute at her wording before his cheeks filled with a bright yellow blush. "Oh....sure." He mumbled. He looked even more uncomfortable now. Lucifer, not wanting to ruin their date, said in a cool tone, "Our drinks?"

Flare gave him a once-over before sighing. "Yea, yea." Then she wandered off. Lucifer felt his eyes burn red. How dare she...this whore wasn't going to live much longer if he had anything to say by it.

Adam didn't like making scenes. He liked to tough it out and wait for it to be all done. Essentially, as much as Lucifer hated to see it this way, a door mate. His timid nature and soft-spoken words drew in all the wrong crowd. Which is why Lucifer needed to be here. Who knew what kind of degenerate would scoop him up?

The entire night, Flare would not let up on her flirting. She seemed Hell bent on making Adam hers for the night. His little lamb looked so uncomfortable but the look he gave Lucifer was enough to stop him from ripping her throat out in public. Finally, she crossed a line that the King of Hell wouldn't let pass.

When Adam stood up to go to the bathroom, Flare slapped his ass. Hard. The yelp and the mortified and fearful look he gave her coupled with how smug she looked made Lucifer snap. He materialized his little lamb to the car before turning to Flare. She had the gal to look unimpressed. She really must be new. He let out his full demonic form and watched as she cowered away from him.

"What gives you the right to touch what is mine?!" He bellowed, fire leaving his mouth. He ripped her arms off her sockets, black blood splattering the booths. Now she couldn't touch anything with her grubby fingers. She wailed, tears flowing along with her please but Lucifer had given her enough chances.

"Someone get me a manager!" Almost immediately, a fat walrus-looking demon hurried his way over. He bowed before him giving Lucifer the proper respect.

"Fire this bitch and then give a call to Rosie of Cannibal Colony. Tell her she has fresh meat." Flare's wails increased as she begged for forgiveness. Lucifer had none to give.

He'll make sure Flare never touched anything ever again.

He reverted to his original form. Giving one last hateful glare to the blubbering fish demon, he disappeared into the limousine holding his little lamb.

Adam sat curled on the seat, his fingers nervously fiddling with his tie. He looked at Lucifer with a shaky smile. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine little lamb." Lucifer crawled over to his pet before saying, "Are you though?"

Adam nodded, his smile brightening.

"Good. Come here then, my pet. I'll show you just who you belong to."

Adam blushed before nodding. "Come to, Daddy." Adam slipped onto the floor of the limousine and kneeled before Lucifer. The sight alone made the King of Hell hard. He gripped his horns and brought him for a kiss. There was no battle of tongues, for his little lamb knew to submit.

Adam was only allowed to breathe when Lucifer allowed him to. A string of saliva connected them as they parted and Lucifer smirked at the vacant expression he wore. With a snap of his fingers, they were both naked. He had Adam on all fours as he brutally pounded into him. Moans and grunts filled the car along with his pet's sobs of ecstasy. He leaned over and bit one of his juicy ears.

"Don't climax until Daddy says you can." He growled out before pinching his nipples hard. Adam squealed in pleasure, his tail vibrating with stimulation. Keeping up the pace, he kept talking to his little lamb.

"I don't like it when other people look at you, touch you, or flirt with you." Lucifer began. He let go of his chosen nipple and grabbed his pet's hair, yanking it back. "I don't like it when others see your beauty." He slammed one last time as he climaxed. "You are mine. Only I can do that!" He roared. Adam wailed out his own words as he held back from climaxing. "I'm yours, Daddy! Only yours!"

"Then come for me, little lamb. Make a mess of yourself."

His pet let go and moaned high as he was allowed relief. Lucifer caught him before he could collapse. "That's my good lamb. So very good. I love you so much, you know that?" He said as Adam looked at him with glazed eyes. When he was finally able to look at him clearly, he gave a sweet smile that could make anyone's heart melt.

"Felt good, Daddy. So good." And then he passed out. Lucifer let out a chuckle. At least they salvaged the date.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!

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ghoulette-knell · 1 year ago

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In the Name of Research

Copia x Fem!Reader

You’re Copia’s personal assistant, and the two of you get onto a very interesting conversation regarding the most intriguing sin.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Power Play; Friends to Lovers; Marking; Cunnilingus; Dirty Talk; Rough Dom!Copia (kinda???); Cum Swap; Vaginal Penetration.

Word Count: 3,133

You were Copia’s assistant, mainly dealing with his paperwork and helping him translate any newly-obtained Satanic texts into English for all of the Siblings of Sin. It was a very important part of the job that remained mainly forgotten. You didn’t mind though. You had a good and healthy friendship with the newest anti-pope.

You sat on his office floor as he walked in. As Copia wandered in, he sat at his desk, “How’s the work going?” he asked with an amused smirk at the sight of you on the floor.

“Long. It’s been very long,” you commented while shuffling through another pile of endless text, “The ghouls brought all of this in. Apparently an anonymous source gifted them with these papers. I was sceptical about its legitimacy… but it seems real now that I start reading them. It’s nothing we didn’t already know that’s to our bible, but the more records we have of such texts, the better.”

Copia was looking through some notes; getting onto the floor beside you to investigate, “An anonymous source? That’s interesting.” he said in thought as you gave your input, “It’s a bit disheartening that we already know everything in the texts, but I agree, cara— the more proof we have of Satan, the better.”

He stretched out a bit, “What do the texts say?” he asked you, curiosity getting the better of him. Copia was never one to waste time.

“It’s concerning one of the seven deadly sins. Lust, to be exact,” you grumbled while watching Copia go through his side of notes; reading them to basically sum it up as quickly as possible.

“It emphasizes the importance of ritualistic sex. Ritualistic sex pleases the Dark One, which we already knew.”

Copia nodded, “Not exactly groundbreaking information. It makes me wonder if this unknown source has any more than this.” he said in thought, “What other texts are in this pile?”

Copia picked up the other texts from the piles on the floor to look through, “Lust has always fascinated me, though.” he added, shooting you a short, intrigued look, “I think it’s the one that the Dark One loves most. What do you think?”

“It’s definitely the sin Lucifer treasures the most,” you nodded in agreement, very slightly catching Copia’s suggestive look, “The Catholic bible, because it praises abstinence, makes lust very fickle, even for the most loyal Catholics. That is how the Old One gets his most followers.”

Copia nodded, “Lust tends to be a powerful force and Satan certainly uses it to his advantage.” he said slowly, his multi-coloured eyes lingering on your face once more.

“I can certainly see why it’s the most alluring of the seven sins.”

He smirked at you, “What about you? Do you think you’d be susceptible to the lures of lust?”

You chuckled lightly, a slight blush dusting your cheeks as you placed the texts on the carpeted floor in front of you. “Who wouldn’t be? There’s a reason lust is Satan’s most reliable sin. I’m not powerful against lust, Copia, just as no one else is.”

Copia smirked at you, his eyes following your flushed cheeks. Copia, still on the floor across from you, scooted over on his butt, getting closer to you. “That’s an honest answer.” he said, “How much I’d like to test that…”

The anti-pope finally scooted all the way next to you, “All in the name of research, of course.” he said with a grin. He leaned in closer to you.

Your face flushed an even deeper shade of red at this. In the name of research…

Yeah right, Copia.

You cleared my throat in an attempt to help your obvious blush disappear, and shot him an amused look, “Papa, I’m surprised at how forward you’re being.”

Copia laughed at your words, “Does that surprise you?” he asked, “The Old One has a reputation for being a tease, no? And he lives through me.”

You could help but chuckle, tilting your head slightly so you could look into his multi-coloured eyes. You’d always been intrigued by the Papa, but it had always been limited. Your contact with Copia was always professional, so this was a very unorthodox conversation.

You didn’t mind, though.

Copia looked into your eyes, “Is there something wrong with that?” he asked, playing innocent. He couldn’t help but notice your silence.

He began to lean in close.

He smirked, “Or would you rather me back off?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“I don’t think I want you to back off, Papa,” you replied while shifting your weight so you were sitting while facing him, “I believe Lucifer would be very disappointed in me if I didn’t accept this research project. He sent us these texts on purpose so we could experience lust, hands on.”

Copia’s smirk grew wider, “Then let’s not disappoint him.” he said, his voice low. Papa leaned in closer to you, “For Lucifer.” he murmured.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you even closer to him. He pulled you into a kiss. It was slow at first but soon grew more passionate. Copia’s kiss was firm and his hands squeezed your waist.

Copia was sitting cross legged on the carpet. As your lips grazed his and slowly began to melt into something much more passionate, you slowly made your way onto his lap. You grinded down lightly, little moans leaving your lips as the two of you made out.

You would occasionally open your eyes and notice how Copia’s face paint on his lips was beginning to grow smudged from your saliva coming together through the heated kisses.

With every shift in weight, there was a loud creak from the floorboards. Copia looked around the office briefly before turning back to you, his hands sliding up your upper body.

This wasn't just research after all. He needed this.

He needed you. You needed him.

Copia’s gloved hands squeezed your waist roughly again; his arms quickly beginning to guide you to grind against his clothed dick. You could feel the hardening of it beneath his pants, which just made you grow wet with anticipation.

His tongue moved with your every kiss, pressing on your tongue, slowly exploring it. Copia’s hands held you tight as his body was growing warmer by the second. Copia was growing more and more tempted to remove your articles of clothing, one by one.

Copia tasted absolutely amazing. You could taste his morning coffee on his tongue… his toothpaste as an after taste. He smelled amazing too, likely being fresh out of the shower.

The anti-pope’s gloved hands began to creep up your shirt, and you felt a pulse beginning to hammer in your core. You continued to grind against his hardening member from beneath his pants. You needed the friction against your swelling clit or else you might die.

Copia’s hands continued to explore your body, his hands squeezing and pressing different parts, as he pulled up your shirt, leaving you in a tank top. He lovingly kissed the exposed parts of your neck, leaving little marks. He couldn’t hold back his moans of delight as he saw your bruising neck, proving his ownership.

Somehow, Copia knew hickeys were your weakness. Getting marked… showing everyone else that you’re spoken for… you wanted nothing else but for Papa to suck every part of your exposed skin, leaving hickey after hickey to show everyone how he made you feel.

How he made you groan and writhe as he took his time with you. All in the name of research, of course.

Copia’s hands gripped tight around your loose tank top as he moaned, before he bit your neck, kissing all over it. Without any warning, Papa shifted the weight you both shared.

The anti-pope wrapped his arms around your torso and pushed you to the carpeted floor below. His body was on top of yours, his weight making you squirm slightly.

“P-Papa!” you moaned in surprise as Copia took the reigns, forcing you off his lap and onto the floor below him. You felt his hips forcing yours to the floor, which caused your eyes to roll into the back of your head from the sheer pleasure… the sheer idea of Copia dominating you on this dirty floor…

Copia’s lips had moved down to your neck, where he bit and kissed you all over. He had successfully identified your sweet spot on your neck; enacting little squeaks and mewls of pleasure as his tongue did laps around it. Copia’s moans grew louder as he bit your neck, kissing and teasing you.

Copia was breathing heavily, his body pressing against yours. The anti-pope began to kiss lower down your body, exploring every inch of your skin. His grip on you was firm and it kept you from squirming away. His other hand moved under you, beginning to unbutton your pants.

Your hands immediately tangled into Copia’s hair as he rushed in unclasping your pants. You were so aroused right now that you were certain Copia could smell it if he placed his face close enough.

“Oh, Satan. You’re driving me crazy, Papa!” you whispered as you writhed underneath his chest and hips.

Copia’s hands expertly undid your pants and he began to pull them down, revealing your underwear. He chuckled while eyeing you in amusement. You were wearing lacy black panties, which made the anti-pope stop to laugh a bit.

“It’s like you were prepared for me to fuck you today, no? Did Lucifer himself come into your dreams and tell you what I would be doing to you, mio tesoro?”

You squealed and hid your face in embarrassment over Copia’s words and movements. You were easily flustered, so the anti-pope was likely having a good time watching you writhe and squirm under him.

Copia chuckled, “I love the way you squirm. The way you’re so hot for me is driving me insane, cara,” he said in a low, teasing voice. He continued to hold you by the waist as he moved his hands down, undoing his own pants.

“These need a little help.” he whispered to you, “Care to help me with that, my little assistant?”

Copia was breathing deeply now, his body shaking slightly as he was more than excited for what would happen next.

“Yes, of course, Papa,” you sputtered while removing your hands from your face to help the man unbuckle his pants. Your hands shook from being so flustered, which caused another amused chuckle to leave Copia’s throat.

Of course he didn’t need help pulling his pants down. All he wanted was to see your blushing face as he relentlessly teased you through the night.

Once Copia’s pants were undone and he pulled them down, he was revealing himself in all of his glory. He was around 7 inches long and quite thick. His tip was swollen; a bit of precum glistening against the low office lighting. Your mouth watered at the sight.

“Like what you see?” Copia asked, his voice low and quiet. Copia’s hands were holding your legs down, occasionally giving your thighs squeezes. as he began to kiss them, marking them with hickeys as he had done to your neck.

You moaned and groaned in anticipation as Copia kissed and licked your thighs. You couldn’t help yourself in this moment.

Your fingers trailed down to your panties, which still remained on your body. Your ring finger began to rub and massage your sensitive nub as Copia left his ruined face paint on your thighs.

Copia enjoyed the reactions you gave as he kissed and licked your thighs, “It seems someone is very needy.” he said with glee, as he kissed you again, “Perhaps I should reward you for your obedient behavior?”

Copia’s hands moved to your panties as he pushed your fingers aside, “Let your Papa do it for you.”

Papa slowly began to remove your panties. It was agonizingly slow. Every touch of his finger as he removed them drove you crazy. Little moans of anticipation left your mouth as he fully stripped you naked, “Please touch me, Papa,” you groaned; your pussy already dripping from just his kisses and subtle touches.

Copia smirked down at you.

“I think it’s time I reward you.” he said in a low voice.

All of a sudden, you felt something wet and warm slide up your cunt, trailing to your swollen clit. Your back arched immediately, a choked groan leaving your mouth.

It was undoubtedly Copia’s tongue.

Copia gave a smirk, “You like that, cara?” he asked low and sultry, “Or should I do this instead?”

He shifted slightly and moved his fingers to your entrance. He slowly inserted his gloved finger into your soaking pussy, conjuring another strangled moan from your throat.

All in the name of research...

Then, he began to lick and suck at your clit, as well as fingering your clenching hole that was begging to be filled with something.

“F-Fuck, Copia!” you hissed as your hips involuntarily bucked into his fingers and his mouth as he continued pleasuring you. This brought out chuckles from the man.

Occasionally, Papa would lift his face up from your cunt to shoot you a seductive look, and you couldn’t help but moan as you saw your juices coating his lips and nose; smearing his face paint on the inside of your thighs.

His gloved hands held down your thighs as you thrusted up to meet his mouth.

“So eager, no? It’s precious to see how much you want my tongue, (Y/N). It’s borderline pathetic how wet you are, how my every touch has you screaming.”

“Less talking, more w-working!” you breathily commanded, ignoring his jab at how wet you were, “I’m close, P-Papa!”

An amused and almost sadistic laugh left his mouth as he dived right back in. You could help but shriek as his swollen lips wrapped their way around your clit; sucking as hard as he could.

Your lower half was screaming for release as his tongue slurped up the rest of your juices. “Oh, fuck!” you screamed while attempting to wrap your legs around Copia’s head… but unfortunately, he continued to hold you down, “Please -fuck- just stop the teasing!”

Your teeth grinded together as Copia chuckled into your heat; the vibrations just being enough to put you over the edge and summon your first orgasm of the night.

Your legs stiffened up as the muscles began to contract. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and Copia could only chuckle again as your juices coated his face. Your stomach filled with pleasurable pressure as Copia slurped up your cum.

“You taste so good for your Papa, hmm?” he hummed while carefully crawling up your body and planting his lips against yours.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and that reignited your arousal. Without hesitation, your hand wrapped around his cock; a squeak leaving his lips as you began to pump his length in your palm.

“I see Lucifer isn’t done with you yet.”

You didn’t tease him for very long. You were very horny. You needed him inside of you now! You quickly lined his dick up with your entrance; mewls of desire flooding through your lips as his leaking head rubbed against your sore clit.

Copia roughly grabbed your torso and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees in front of him. You obediently arched your back, causing your face to fall to the floor and your ass to rise into the air.

“Mi cara~,” the anti-pope groaned as he slowly pushed into your soaking hole, “You take your Papa so well, sí? Ah. -fuck-.”

He bit at your ear as he fully mounted your backside. Your back arched into his chest as he began pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly-slow pace. It made you groan with a increasingly desire for him to pick up the pace, “Papa, please!” you squeaked like a cock-hungry whore, “P-please go faster!”

Copia purred and dug his gloved hands into your hips, speeding up slightly, “You want your Papa to speed up? I was going slow for your comfort, sweet girl.”

“Trust me, Copia. I am more than ready for you to move faster,” you hissed in annoyance while thrusting your hips backwards to meet his as he began to angle his dick to hit just the right spot during his thrusts, “If you don’t start moving, I am going to push you onto your back and take over this whole thing.”

“I’m not gonna say no to that,” the anti-pope growled while eagerly speeding up his thrusts.

You groaned and mewled as his dick began to gingerly slam into your g-spot, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Your legs and arms shook violently with each thrust, as they were already weak from Copia’s mouth making love to your pussy only a few moments before.

“You take me so well,” he whispered while biting your ear as he swivelled his hips into yours, “Goddamn it, (Y/N). You feel so good, -fuck- you drive me crazy!”

“P-Papa!” you groaned while meeting his thrusts; your juice streaming down your legs as the anti-pope pulverized your sensitive pussy, “I’m gonna c-cum!”

You could hear Copia chuckling in your ears as he hooked his arms around your waist, holding you in place as he continued to rut into your pussy.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Vieni per me, tesoro.”

You growled as your orgasm wracked your body violently. You absolutely adored when Copia spoke in Italian. Just his words alone could push an orgasm onto your body. He could be calling you a cock-hungry stupid slut and you’d still come completely undone for his words.

Copia came in sync as your pussy clenched around his cock; the most beautiful noises of pleasure leaving his lips. As his moans subsided, he had no choice but to remain attached to you; his cock still buried deeply into your pussy.

You panted and groaned as your head grew fuzzy from the intense orgasm. You slowly rolled onto your back as Copia collapsed onto your chest. As you wiped the sweat from your brow, Copia leaned forward and softly kissed your lips.

“You took me so good, bella. You’re such a good girl for your Papa,” Copia purred while leaning his forehead against yours; his eyes fluttering shut.

You chuckled lightly in exhaustion and cupped his perfect face into your hands; lovingly stroking away the remainder of his face paint with your thumbs, “Do you think Lucifer is pleased with our research?”

“Oh definitely,” Copia laughed in amusement; little creases appearing at the sides of his eyes, signifying his smile and laughter was legit, “All in the name of research, eh? NemA.”

“NemA, Papa.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #oc #oneshot #one shot #smut #ghost #ghost band #ghost band smut #copia smut #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv smut #copia #papa copia #papa copia smut #ghost bc

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hoverboards-and-dragons · 8 months ago

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Lucifer’s Fall; told from the Sloth Sin’s Perspective

Belphegor finds a heavily injured angel and a woman of Creation in the wastelands of hell’s highest crimson ring.

The same ones that just caved in their realm’s roof with an incredible light show.

Despite being aware of the potential threat a powerful angelic being poses to all demons, something compels her to start picking up the pieces before her fellow sins have even finished deliberating on whether they want to kill the pair or not.

Hell itself is alive and reacts to Lucifer with cuteness aggression, and to Lilith like a friend group finally gaining one person who’s good at social interaction

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Belphegor’s tail dragged against the thick layers of red dust covering the ground as she slogged through the endless dark in blind search of a query unknown.

The highest level of hell was a crimson wasteland bathed in impenetrable pitch black. It’s giant expense only sparely populated by roving bands of tiny simple creatures.

The heat and power from which hell had sprung thinned out bare up here and under the shadow of creation, heaven’s light wouldn’t reach.

No demon prince or deadly sin had ever risen from it nor did any of the others wish to claim it despite its grand size, content to consider it the lid caping off their realms and nothing more.

Mammon had probably mentally dubbed it as his, but he wasn’t ready to back that claim up without anything valuable to show for it.

The demon prince of sloth had always been a slave to her own whims. Most of the time that meant she slept with no motivation and thus no ability to do anything at all.

But sometimes, she’s awaken with a vague but unbearable compulsion that would send her scrambling, as helpless to stop herself as anyone else from her mission.

So, she found herself wandering this never ending desolate ring so far from home and bed.

Regardless, her visions had never led her astray before, if they brought her here, there was something to find.

She felt the change in the air before anything else.

Soft light was ever so slightly penetrating through the black above her; washing out the dunes around her. Piercing a dark that swallowed up the glow from even as great a creature as she.

She inclined her head, gaze straining for the source.

A thin white line, like a tear in the very sky itself, slowly wretched apart.

Taking on off-white shades of gold and blue as it deepened and strengthened.

Belle tilted her head. Well, this was certainly getting somewhere interesting. Hell wasn’t a very old realm, she wondered if it was really coming to an end so soon.

It pulsed a few times, fighting through some unknown resistance.

And then it broke.

Belle was forced to look away as painful light burst from the sky, bathing the eternal unseen wastes in harsh white.

Through the sound was inescapable, nearly rupturing her eardrums, a thousand glasses shattering, unknowable violence, rage and desecration retrained to a moment.

And then it was over.

She glanced back up, blinking a few times. Oh, not quite.

The brightness was falling down, the opening quickly sealing behind it, leaving the sky permanently altered.

She could taste it’s power, the energy from that break still echoing forcefully against her senses; no doubt all of hell had felt it.

The other sins were on their way.

But even now, after the break, hell was shifting around to accommodate this new entity, as if a gravitational force they were all being orientated towards. As if it’s mere presence changed the makeup of the entire realm.

It reeked of something powerful, even if temporarily stripped.

There was one more thing.

It wasn’t just entering hell, it was being *given* to hell, bound.

Something the light starved ring accepted eagerly.

The assumedly unwitting and unwilling light source would probably be less excited.

Belle started to move again once she had a good idea of where it would make contact.

She wondered what her fellow sins would decide to do with it, could they feel hell’s unabashed yearning to keep it? If they did would that carry any weight when deciding to destroy or consume it.

Satan would probably be the next here, coming from just one ring below. The others not far behind.

The noise of the actual impact was a little underwhelming when following the realm being thorn asunder.

A slamming, a crash, a scraping skitter. Belle winced sympathetically at a sound that was definitely shattering bones. And then nothing.

It… was a pretty far way to fall after all.

She was pretty sure she heard a woman shriek, but not nearly enough compared to the intensity of the landing.

She continued to trail towards the light, now laying unmoving in a decently large crater.

Another glow caught her eye, not nearly as bright but quite distant.

Golden ichor, spattered across the ground.

A grim gift from Heaven then? Perhaps they had finally come to open relations properly, even if this was rather morbid for their like.

But she supposed even those above needed disposal methods.

Belle peered over the edge of crater, squinting while her eyes adjusted.

“Lucifer-!” A broken cry.

Her head snapped to the voice, another figure in the pit shakily attempting to stumble to her feet.

She smelled of dirt and roses, earthen. *Creation’s* work.

As she scrambled over to the light, Belle could feel hell swirling around her too, equally as fervent but different from its attraction to the glowing creature.

Whatever attachment to realms beyond she has won’t remain for very long. Hell was taking to her as if welcoming her home.

And yes, she could see that now, the light was a being, still alive even, if barely.

The figure desperately pulled it against her, and Belle finally recognized its wings, tattered and scorched as they were. They had seen beings of its like a few times, circling and observing the young hell from afar.

The few direct confrontations said they despised this place, everything in it and every single creature born of it.

“Ya think that little thing’s a threat?” Satan had shuffled up beside her at some point, thankfully keeping his voice low. “Would do us good to end it now.”

The light was yelling something, maybe names she didn’t recognize barely intelligible between the sobs in its ruined throat.

The other sins didn’t take long to follow.

“I say… we eat it?” Beelzebub had been curious about the angel creatures’s taste since she first saw them, Belle was honestly a little shocked at the hesitance. “I dunno it’s just, in a lot of pain. Feels bad, gone sour.”

“The air tingles with its power even in such a pitiful state~” Leviathan hissed, her tail thrashing in derision. “Leave it to bleed, let it die, let it die! While we still can, before it consumes us all in its shadow.”

“If we killin it, we’re goin down there to make sure it’s good and dead and staying that way.” Satan adds “Coward.” He spits quietly in Levi’s direction in spite of their seeming temporary alliance.

“You kidding?” Mammon choked a laugh. “The perfect potential counter to all our enemies falls into our lap, and you wanna chuck it?” He stalked forward, eyes gleaming. “Nah nah, we make it ours.”

‘We’ Belle thought that was interesting addition for him.

“If that becomes the strongest thing in hell, what’ll that make us?” Asmodeus kept his voice steady, not giving either way.

“Masters!” Mammon cheered.

“Slaves!” Levi retorted.

The puddle of gold beneath it was deepening, they’d have to make this decision quickly before it was made for them.

It was good hell had never been a democracy.

Belle lurched her hulk over the side, sliding towards the centre.

She came to stop just before the two. She could see why hell found both so appealing up close.

The woman faced her not with wide eyes like she expected, but careful scepticism, although her exhaustion and panic permeated clearly just below the surface. Judging her not just for a threat, but for potential assistance.

Belle could taste hells energy so much clearer here, how it warred with itself. Desperate to surge forward and take what belonged to it and longing to preserve the glow. The light’s essence writhing in repulsion to the demonic force.

She was exhausted just observing it.

Based on the angel’s shock and fear, it could feel the shadows pressing and snapping against his weakened essence too.

She wondered if the woman could, did she know she was the one thing holding back the darkness from snuffing out her light totally.

“Mistress of Night,” Belle had no idea where the title came from as offered greetings to the pair.

She didn’t seem to recognize it either. “H-hello-? “ she cleared throat, finding her confidence. “Hello. Why do you appear before us?” Even toned, a chance to dismiss the accusation before it needs to be levered.

Belle dipped her head, in respect and in gesture. “Your light is fading.”

Her breath shuddered in dismay, expression breaking for a moment. She nodded tightly. “H-he is.” She swallowed hard. “Can- May you help?”

She stepped closer, bringing up her great claws. “I may. I can.”

The woman hesitated, tightening her hold before allowing her access.

He stared at her with wide eyes, delirious with pain and fully able to view her connection to the dark.

But unable to so much as shy away from her looming form.

Oh yes, taught to despise the demonic he was, how fun.

A distant tiring thought wondered why she was even doing this for the little thing.

She felt him attempt to call upon his magic once or twice, seemingly more out instinct than anything only for it to fizzle out.

She brought her face right down to his, staring into her blank eyes with a mad gaze.

Belle took a deep breath in; blowing out smoke that blanketed him. His eyes squeezed shut but at least he didn’t try holding his breath.

She held a moment.

Before sucking it back in.

She couldn’t say she was surprised at the extent of damage, but it was something to see it all laid out.

Wings burned and torn from air friction, a web of cracks in his skull, all of his ribs had been fractured and two had been entirely scattered, she was sure some of the organ damage came from a wandering bone piece or a couple piercing something.

There was too much organ damage for even her to tell at a glance.

His back was especially a mess, mostly likely bent double in the landing. Including a complete break in his spine that seemed too clean to be from the fall alone, or unintentional; placed at the perfect point to paralyzed all of his six wings at once.

If she wasn’t convinced of his power before, the fact that he was alive at all more than proved it.

Belle steadied herself.

Estimate his limits based on how bad he’s handling the current damage compared to the average; she doesn’t need to get him perfect, just stabilized enough for his magic to begin to recover and take over; just like one of the sins.

She kept her ring and her effort out of others constant wars by playing healer to all sides, she could do this.

She numbed the pain just enough to take the edge off without compromising his reactions. Both of the pair visibly relaxed, she hadn’t realized how much their tension had been getting to her.

If any of the other sins reveal themselves now she’s killing them.

She began moving bone fragments back into place and locking them, disappearing some that were too small or embedded. Stitching the wounds left behind.

She added some magic to assist the faltering bodily tasks and save his body precious energy, as well as avoiding a full system shut down if an organ properly fails for a moment or two.

She seeped the heat from the burns and the tension from his muscles with little else to do.

And she finally breathed.

Well, more heaved painfully as the weight of such draining magic collapsed on her all at once.

It took every bit of effort left not to collapse right then, a dust pile alone wouldn’t be her worst nap spot but the pool of ichor was too much.

She focused down. His body still shuttered even as he fell against the woman and shut his eyes, good, he was still fighting.

“Keep him awake.” She spat, barely managing. Her bedside manners were usually a little better.

But the woman nodded determinedly, staring at Belle with nothing but bewildered but grateful awe.

Before turning her attention back to her light, Belle could practically see the rest of the world disappear to them as she placed a hand on his cheek and began speaking softly.

“The angel needs rest and to be carefully monitored for the next,” she’d never fully treated such fatal injuries before, she had no idea how long they’d take to heal given the chance. “While.”

Belle noted the small nod that said she was still listening.

“Lucifer.” Interrupting her own mutterings. “His name is Lucifer, and I am Lilith.”

“Pleasure. Prince Belphegor of Sloth, my ring is some distance below.” Lilith was already beginning to stand, taking the hint. “You can tell me what happened on the way.” Belle didn’t have enough left in her to be curious at this point, but she had met enough suspicious types to know better than to present this as just charity.

“He ain’t in a state to make that trip,” Belle narrowed her eyes at Satan’s approach. “My ring’s closer.”

“I thought-“

“I just said if we’re gonna put the lil angel out of his misery we do the job good and right, but if we ain’t then we ain’t.”

Belle watched Lilith bristle at the mention of threat. Carefully holding her composure and glaring down the towering bull, “You aren’t.”

“Thems fighting words but guess you’re right, so hows bout another time.” He added quieter. “I like her”

Bee pushed by him. Giving the pair a soft look “Oh, you poor things.”

She buzzed back to Belle. Excitedly announcing, “Yup, I made up my mind! I’m with you, Belle, they’ll taste much better after you fix ‘em up.”

Great, she was so looking forward to the panic that line would inspire in the clearly protective and threatened woman.

“I’ll carry him.” Ozzie offered, and oh thank fuck he did before Belle had to make Lilith choose between the sin that talked about killing or eating her light.

She heard Mammon laugh some ways away. “Good luck with prying ‘im out of her grip.”

Ozzie grumbled something insulting, but one glance at her said he was probably right.

He shrugged, “Then I’ll carry both.”

Lilith perked up, agreeing after a few thoughts.

And they began the delicate process of getting them both comfortable and safely positioned against Ozzie soft chest.

Leviathan kept her gaze targeted square on the sky, long since losing interest in the scene in the crater below.

She still thought dead was a preferable option, but that doesn’t mean she was gonna let herself be left out of the loop just cause her fellow sins didn’t go with it.

The dryness here usually could irritate her, but it was different now.

A barely noticeable breeze, a shifting in the dust.

Feeling less like the nothing after hell ended and before creation began and more like a blank place, a yet to be territory…

An empty ring.

The sky had changed and was changing still, she could she it through the enveloping shade for the first time.

She looked back the angel, she wondered how much it’d take from him, she wondered how much it’ll give back.

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Hell and Heaven are both cesspools of writhing energy (heat and light respectively) that life is clawing it’s way out of, just with like slightly different aesthetics

This kinda implied hell is only weaker than heaven cause it’s so much younger and I’m lowkey down with that theory

Lucifer’s Fall is honestly a very messy affair to me; way more damage was caused than intended cause 1) it’s the first time Heaven ever did something like it 2) it’s very hard to make a being as powerful as Lucifer leave when they do not want to. It was scrambling mad rush(mostly by Michael) to break his halo and get him out cause his panicked blind resisting kept bringing buildings down and crumbing any angel not an archangel or seraphim like tissue paper

If this is received well enough I might make a part two following Lucifer’s recovery, adjusting to hell and processing what’s happened to him, so ~ reblog ~

It’s going to be apart of a bigger series of oneshots interpreting past events of Hazbin’s universe, From The Very Beginning, if out of order

#Michael heaving: thank dad that’s over… holy shit I broke his spine #forcing you all to agree with Mammon in the dont kill him front #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hellaverse #helluva boss belphegor #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #helluva boss leviathan #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss satan

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wolfoftheblackflames · 9 months ago

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Here's something cute for you, don't mind me I just had this scene in my head and wanted to share it =3

It was quiet in the new hotel, everyone had returned to their new rooms after a long day. Charlie kicked off her shoes to release her red hooves, sitting down on a chair as she rubs her ankle. "I don't know how she does it managing this place. I can't feel my hooves from all the work I had to do." The princess sighed removing her red jacket and setting it on the chair she was sitting on.

Charlie smiled a little at the photo of her and Vaggie on the nightstand. "Vaggie said she needed the day off but wouldn't say why..." The blonde leaned back thinking of her beautiful angel girlfriend. Though those thoughts were interrupted when Razzle wandered over holding a box. "Whatcha got there?" Charlie blinked tilting her head as she noticed a small note ontop of it.

"Baaap!" Razzle gleefully handed his mistress the box letting her read the note before scurrying off again.

"I saw this and figured you'd look really nice in it, so wear it for me and come to the new courtyard. Love Vaggie." Charlie read the note aloud and blushed. Her excitement grew when she undid the ribbon on the box and looked inside. "Oh wow!"

Inside was a rather nice maroon colored suit, with black cuffs and matching slacks as well. Charlie smiled softly, seeing the beautiful little pin on top of the garment. It was an apple with grey wings. "Better not keep her waiting." She smirked with a cute squee.

Once dressed, Charlie made her way down to the back of the hotel, which had a beautiful new courtyard that her father Lucifer had designed with the pin attached to her coat. Her eyes wandered around, taking in the gorgeous scenery as roses of all colors bloomed alongside some plants from all over Hell. Though what made her eyes go wide was past the beautiful rose arch.

It was a beautifully set up romantic dinner, and most of all, Charlie's eyes landed on the gorgeous angel standing by the table, looking rather shyly. Vaggie smiled at her though the outfit she wore was just breathtaking, the dress matched Charlie's suit with its lovely maroon, and black motif with it being a backless dress so her wings could pop out if she wanted to. "Surprise hon... Do you like it?" The woman replied as Charlie looked at her stunned.

"Oh wow... Y-you did all this?" Charlie shook her head to regain composure. She clearly must've been staring for too long since Vaggie had a darker shade of blush tinting her dusky cheeks. "Vaggie it's so wonderful, thank you." Charlie beamed walking over.

Razzle scurried over as the little goat demon poured the two some sparkling apple cider. "Well, I can't exactly lie to save my life, so I had to keep you busy somehow." Vaggie giggled as she and Charlie sat down at the table. "So I enlisted some help." She smiled a bit at Razzle, who politely bowed.

"And here I thought you wanted a break love?" Charlie smirked playfully, since this romantic dinner did take a lot of work.

"Hon this is my break. I get to have a date with the women I love." Vaggie replied sharing an equally as playful smile.

Charlie couldn't help but blush at that cute smile, she always loved it when her girlfriend smiled. Though she was curious at how Vaggie pulled this off without her noticing, then she noticed Razzle wheeling in their dinner, a delicious turkey feast. "You had Razzle do most of it didn't you?" She chuckled as Vaggie nodded.

"Only some things like cooking and setting up." The angel replied brushing some hair away. "I went into town to find the outfits for tonight."

"You chose Maroon because it blends yours and my favorite colors, right?" Charlie giggled since she did like red and pink while Vaggie was more so a purple kind of girl. "And this?" She motioned to the pin.

"I had your dad's help with that one." Vaggie stated as around her neck was the same one but in necklace form. "He seemed thrilled about it."

Charlie rolled her eyes but smiled. "I like the fact we're matching now with these. I'll treasure it always, my beautiful angel." Her voice sounded loving and sweet with a soft purr. Vaggie couldn't help but blush at that.

The two talked and enjoyed their dinner as soon Vaggie finished and stood. Her stride elegant from her training with Carmilla Carmine. "Care to dance with mi amor?" Her gaze soft as pink looked into red.

"I'd love to, but babe, where's the music?" Charlie chuckled standing up and taking Vaggie's hand. She then looked over as Razzle sped back over with a CD player and turned it on before leaving the girls alone again. "Well that answers my question."

With the soft tempo, the two began to waltz. Of course, Charlie slightly fumbled it, but Vaggie made sure she didn't fall. It felt like nothing else was there in Hell as the two moved around the beautiful greenery of the garden. Charlie smirked and twirled her small girlfriend, making the angel laugh. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you love to dance?" She giggled noticing how fluent her girlfriend was.

"Couldn't exactly find the right partner before to do this with. So I was often alone back up in heaven..." Vaggie's fell slightly but perked back up again when Charlie lifted her up. "Whoa hey!"

Charlie smirked and playfully set Vaggie back down before kissing her angel on the cheek. "You're not alone anymore, though. So please don't hesitate if you ever want to go dancing ok? I'd love to be your dance partner." The princess smiled nuzzling her girlfriend.

Vaggie couldn't help but stay close as the tempo of the music granted her the slow dance. "Oh Charlie... Thank you." She leaned into her taller girlfriend's chest, smiling. "I feel more at home down here with you than I'd ever had back up there."

The princess felt heat rise to her cheeks again but smirked as the music picked up the beat again. "I'm glad, and can I tell you a little secret?" She playfully dipped Vaggie, who yelped in surprise. "You're the only one who makes me feel so free and safe. My title, my parents, none of it changed your view of me." She started leading the dance as she spoke, making Vaggie a little stunned. Charlie lifted Vaggie up again, smiling the biggest grin. "You supported my dreams and even gave me feedback on them too. You lifted me up when I felt sad or lonely, and above it all, you saw me for me." Vaggie blushed harder than ever as she was perched in those loving arms staring down at her loving princess.

"Charlie..." Vaggie started but couldn't find the words.

"How in hell did I get such a strong, hot, and wonderful girlfriend is beyond me. But I do know I love her more than anything." Charlie giggled as she then blinked her eyes sparkling as her angel spread her wings while wearing the brightest shade of golden blush on her face. The princess saw those wings shimmer in Hell's light as she smiled letting her own demonic form peek through as red horns and a long black tail came out.

Vaggie watched those eyes shift from ruby red to a bright yellow and smiled. "I love you too, mi amor.." She leaned down cupping Charlie's cheek with her hand and planted a kiss on those beautiful lips.

The two remained like that for awhile until Vaggie moved back and lovingly held those cheeks. However she noticed that beautiful devilish glint in those eyes. "I think I'll show you my surprise then, shall we return to our room?" Charlie giggled and shifted around so she'd have Vaggie in her arms princess carry style. "I think you'll love it."

"Whatever it is, I think I might." Vaggie chuckled cuddling her girlfriend as the two came back to the bedroom. Though Vaggie was confused when Charlie didn't immediately squish her into their mattress. She watched her princess put her down on the comfy bed and move to the vanity. "Hmm?"

Charlie looked nervous as her tail twitched, but she gulped and pulled something out from the drawer. She soon walked over with a loving yet nervous smile. Vaggie tilted her head as Charlie whispered to herself, "You can do this." And proceeded to kneel down to the beautiful angel on the bed. "Vaggie... Would you.. Do me the honors of becoming my queen? My... Wife?" Charlie presented her a ring. It was golden with a vine motif and a brilliant apple center fixated with what looked to be an amythst.

Vaggie gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Tears began to form as she just tackled Charlie. "Yes, I'd love to, hon!" She replied making Charlie beam and also start to cry.

"Hey I nearly dropped the ring silly! At least let me slip it onto you first!" She was laughing and a sobbing mess. Vaggie moved back enough to let Charlie slip the ring onto her finger as the two giggled. "I never knew I could get this happy."

"Me neither mi amor..." Vaggie then pulled Charlie in for a deep kiss. The latter returned it equally as it became passionate. The two slipped onto the bed as their night had just began.

(And cut! Hope you guys enjoy my Chaggie fic! I've seen stuff where Vaggie teaches Charlie to dance and where she also gives Charlie a ring too. Made me squee and want to try my hand at it.)

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #cute as fuck #razzle #dancing #spoilers for episode 6 #spoilers for episode 7 & 8

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fraugwinska · 5 months ago

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A gift for the wonderful @minkdelovely - I know you like fluff, I hope it's okay if there's a little (okay, a heaping scoop of) angst in the beginning. I recommend listening to Heavenly by Cigarettes after Sex, which was the inspiration and companion song for this! <3 Love you all!

TW: Thoughts of suicide, Dark themes - Minors DNI - 3.1k words

Lucifer stood on the edge of the roof, the sun was just setting over the horizon, tinting Pentagram city, his capitol, in all shades of red, purple and midnight blue. In between, neon signs, trash fires and gunshots sparkled throughout the streets, spreading an aura of chaos and corruption that had followed Lucifer ever since he fell.

Every night since he moved into the hotel, nearer to Charlie, nearer to the heart of the city, he came up here, staring down and thinking, sometimes for hours. The palace had been comfortably far away from it all, isolated. But here he was confronted by what he caused, every minute of every day, and it felt like falling over and over again to see it from so up close.

Every human's suffering, the result of his good intentions, the consequence of him taking that fatal step, was looking back at him now with its ugly face, as the king of sinners. Every vile and despicable creature the living world spat out was now under his dominion, and it felt harder and harder not to hate them and himself for what his big dreams and wishes for the people on earth had led to. His eyes wandered from building to building, looking but not seeing. The air was heavy with the smell of sulfur, smoke and sweat. A distant bang rang out. Lucifer swallowed, trying not to think of what it would mean if he would let his instincts take control and just take a step forward. It was futile.

"Up here again, your highness?"

Lucifer closed his eyes. The voice behind him was laced with humming static, its tone subtly condescending, something that was always present when Alastor spoke to him, even after Charlie forced a truce between them and made them both promise to be at least civil with each other.

It was funny, this... thing he had with Alastor. A Push and Pull. Tide and Rise. Burning and Freezing. Their every conversation had been a balancing act, a war for superiority disguised as banter. Still was, in a way. Both men not backing down, driving the other to their limits - in patience, in civility. To say that he liked the deer demon was... debatable. Or it would be, if their sparring wasn't so infuriatingly... freeing. After all the years of emotional numbness after Lillith had left, a numbness even Charlie wasn't able to really penetrate, Alastor managed to do just that. Ignite a fire in him - at first, only anger. But still, a feeling. One so strong it made Lucifer feel really alive again, in a way he had almost forgotten.

He didn't acknowledge the radio demon, keeping his eyes on the city, as the last light of the sun vanished beyond the skyline.

Silently, he listened to the deer's shoes, the hollow sounds of his footsteps against the roof tile, walking towards him. They stopped.

"One might assume you came up here to brood and look gloomy like a child who got scolded.", the deer said, casually, "That sure makes for a dreary and boring image."

Lucifer, still not looking back, turned his head to the left, then to the right. Shrugged his shoulders.

"Hm. Seems like nobody asked for your opinion."

Lucifer listened, as Alastor took another few steps. He was standing right next to him, arms crossed behind his back, looking straight ahead into the dark night. A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, not fully amused, was playing around the edge of his mouth. The devil furrowed his brows, but refrained from looking directly into Alastor's eyes.

"So..." the radio demon started, "Aren't you gonna tell me what keeps you here every night, toiling away your mind? Or are you just enjoying to watch your humble subjects revel in their sins?"

"The fact that you know I'm up here every night makes you nothing less than a stalker, you know?" Lucifer said tonelessly, without real energy to bite back at the sinner next to him.

"I'm just doing my job as host, my liege. Keeping a close eyes on the inhabitants of the hotel and making sure they are taken care of." Alastor answered, badly hiding the mockery behind his words.

"Your concern is noted.", Lucifer sighed, sarcasm thick in the air between them, "But even if I'd wanted to talk to anyone, and believe me, I don't, you wouldn't even make the top ten on the list. So please, just... leave."

"How harsh." Alastor turned to look at him, the colors of hell's dusk reflecting in his scarlet eyes, "Granted, when you usually seek me out at night the last thing on your mind is talking."

For the first time in this conversation, Lucifer's well-kept facade crumbles. A mix of guilt and shame flashed across his pale features, and in a quick motion, his tail flicked side-to side. He remained silent.

The mention of his repeated... misdeeds with the radio demon hung in the air, almost tangibly so, the implications of it raising goosebumps on Lucifer's skin. What should've been a one-time mistake, fueled by too much alcohol and a much needed release of the ever-growing tension with the deer demon had become a common occurrence, a bad habit, furiously hidden and kept secret. As if they both needed more reason to hate and mock each other, their primal needs got in the way. The fact that he could barely stand Alastor's attitude on any given day and his unruly need to make every move he did seem condescending made things that much worse when he found himself knocking at his door in the evenings, knowing all to well the answer he would give, once the deer asked if he was here to fuck or to fight. It had been a painful and bitter pill to swallow that it wasn't, in fact, the latter, but instead they always ended up on Alastor's bed, with his ass in the air and the radio demon pounding him into the mattress until Lucifer finally found some silence and stillness, his persistent, dark thoughts stopping for the length of a few blissful seconds.

"What do you want, Alastor?", Lucifer muttered, breaking the tense silence, looking into Alastor's eyes now. He sounded tired, but he knew how persistent the overlord could be, too, and Alastor's constant stare and unmoving presence did not leave space for ignorance.

"I already stated what I want. And I really do hate to repeat myself, but I suppose for the king, I can make an exception." Alastor stated quietly, adjusting his monocle. "I'd like an answer to my question: Why do you keep coming up here?"

Lucifer furrowed his brows, before releasing a snorting laugh, lacking humor, "As if you'd really care. You just want some ammunition for another jab at me, deer."

"You dodging the question twice does not equal an answer, your majesty." Alastor retorted, closing his eyes with a strained smile, "And even though you're technically a politician, I was under the assumption that their inherent beating-around-the-bush tactics are below you. And I'd hate to be wrong about that."

Lucifer put the hands on his back to keep his tail from moving. Damn that stupid, stupid deer. He wanted to avoid this very conversation, or better said, this confrontation, by all means. He didn't want to say out loud what he could barely contain inside. So far, it seemed to work fine to keep his suffering and his weakness behind a thin veil of pretending that no, everything's fine, everything's under control, he isn't gravely depressed to a point where he...

"Look at me." Alastor spoke again, firm, commanding. Almost kind.

Lucifer sucked a sharp breath through his teeth as the deer walked a few paces in front of him, tilting his head slightly, putting his hand onto Lucifer's chin and forcing him to look into his eyes, pupils shining bright red against his glowing irises, "Tell me what I could already see written all over your face."

Suddenly, everything started rushing inside his mind, and his heart raced, every memory he repressed and avoided to this moment flooding to the surface, swallowing him whole. Everything was too much, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't escape, frozen in place... He almost missed the second sentence, a lot softer this time: "... Tell me what I already know."

Before he even realized what he was doing, Lucifer had put his head into Alastor's chest, tears blurring his vision and throat burning with a suppressed cry. Beneath them, the streets erupted into madness. There were gunshots and crashes and people fighting all around them. Nothing was alright. Nothing had been right since that fatal day when he had fallen, and never could again be. His whole life had been one big, spiraling tragedy, a sad and hopeless endeavor to achieve something that was never meant to be archived, everything he dreamed about since he was created so close and yet out of his reach.

For a terrifying moment, he thought Alastor would pull back, take his face out of his shirt, a condescending laugh and some ridiculing remark waiting for him afterwards. The grip around his shoulders said something else, as the deer demon put his arms around him, keeping him close to his chest in a such an unexpected comforting manner that somehow hurt in its unfamiliarity. It's been so long since he last found comfort and consolation, from someone...

"I'm sick of this." he whispered hoarsely into the red, much too soft fabric, unable to look back into the others piercing gaze.

"Hmm?"

Lucifer breathed in and out, his breaths sounding ragged and unsteady, trying to get back some sort of self control.

"I'm sick of all of this. I can't stand all those sinners in there, using the excuse of hell's inevitable corruption as an invitation to live their most horrible dreams, celebrating it as... success. Doing horrible, monstrous things with no fear of consequences."

His knees gave in, and he would've toppled down to the ground - but two long, slender arms held him upright, pressing his body firmly against their owner, feeling the hard, strong form of Alastor's slim figure. The heat coming from the deer demon's body felt soothing on his cheeks and the faint hum of his inherent static energy calming in his ears, drowning out the violent noises of the pentagram.

"Even with one successful redemption, the majority of them won't be leaving anyway. They won't line up in front of the hotel like Charlie believes, and I can't tell her, can't... disappoint her like that. She's so convinced, so determined, her heart's in the right place but..." Lucifer exhaled loudly, shaking, trying and failing to formulate his next words.

"... But her ideals and the reality are as different as... as hell and heaven. Fuck, I should know. I've tried before, and look what came out of it. Look what my big dreams and magnificent ideals for humans created. My big fucking legacy!" Lucifer laughed out, voice breaking, finally lifting his head from Alastor's chest to turn and face him, the movements frantic and restless, "How can I tell anyone that every day feels like torture? That every single minute in this place reminds me of my failure? Because I can never escape my fucking failures! It's everywhere! And I come up here, and look at it, and I just want to... just want to..."

He couldn't say it. He simply couldn't form the word, because if he did, if it was out in the open... what would hold him together then? His hands cramped around Alastor's forearms, teeth grinding to the point where it hurt as he struggled to breathe. But then there was a hand in his hair, long fingers softly combing through his blonde, almost golden locks, nails faintly scraping over his scalp, ending on the nape of his neck. The sensation made him draw in a breath, air filling his aching lungs. He exhaled with a shudder, sinking his head in shame.

"...Just want to... to die, Alastor. I just want to die."

It was out. He had finally said it, the confession, the admission he had withhold from them all. And now the weight of it crushed down on him. Hung over him like the sword of Damocles.

"I know. I've known it for a while." Alastor murmured, the hand in his hair still moving, "I've watched you these last few weeks. Your... condition is rather obvious to someone who pays attention."

Lucifer closed his eyes again, tired. He was so, so tired. "Let me have it, then."

The hand stilled in his hair, crackled white noise popping around him "Have what?"

"The ridicule. The mockery, the scorn... all of it. I know you think I'm pathetic, I can't wait to hear about you gloating how right you..."

"Not tonight." Alastor interrupted him, tone so calm and serious, Lucifer had to look up to him, finally meeting his eyes in search for maliciousness, for calculation. He didn't find any, just a smile that seemed so much sadder than he thought. "We can resume to our inimical antagonism tomorrow, Lucifer. But not tonight. For tonight, let me be the one you find comfort in."

Alastor's words were so... unlike him, so gentle and careful, the complete opposite of what he was used to from him. Lucifer didn't know how to feel about that. But when the deer put his forehead against his own, a hand gently caressing his back, Lucifer couldn't bring himself to move away, couldn't find the strength to refuse what was offered so temptingly - ignoring the irony of it all - so he let himself lean into the touch, let Alastor guide him onto his mouth into a kiss.

In all those times they've never kissed before. There had been no room nor reason for him for something as sentimental as kisses. Lucifer just sneaks to Alastor's door, gets fucked until he can barely walk anymore, and leaves unseen before anything other than a shameful look and a nod can be exchanged. The feeling of his mouth, so rough and warm against his, lips sliding inexperiencedly against his own, was almost as confusing as it was overwhelming.

Alastor pulled him back, separating them both, and Lucifer's lips, now moist and burning, were already missing the touch. The radio demon tilted his head at him with hooded eyes, before he turned to look over the darkening city again.

"Eternity is a long time to be spent with punishing yourself for mistakes you might've made." he said, quietly, his hair slowly swaying in a sudden, warm breeze of hell's night air. "What's done is done. Regrets cannot change the course history has already written. But your daughter is adamant of taking the quill and writing a better future, and wouldn't all this time on your hands not be better spent aiding her hand as she does?”

The silence between them hung heavy and thick as Lucifer waited to answer, collecting his words, voice raw.

"As if I can make a difference. I'm no better as a dad than I am as a king."

A strange, foreign expression formed on Alastor's sharp features, looking pensive, almost vulnerable in an uncharacteristic way. It disappeared as fast as it came, however, leaving his grin to shine bright in the shadows of hell's dusk.

"Then become one. Use the time she is willing to offer to earn it. Charlie hasn't given up on you, not as her father nor as a ruler. Shouldn't you reciprocate the sentiment?" he asked, his expression as inquisitive as it was reassuring.

Lucifer stared at him with wide eyes. Alastor wasn't wrong. Charlie hadn't given up on him, or anything in general. Her resolve was unbreakable, and it seemed to be exactly what this place needed. A dreamer, fiercely defending her ideas, fighting to better what was broken. And if he stood behind her, she, unlike him all those centuries ago, wouldn't fight alone. She would have his help, along with Maggie's, and the other ones whose names always slipped his mind, but... maybe with Charlie... maybe there was a way, maybe it wasn't all hopeless...

A small flame of hope ignited inside his chest, flickering and faint but warming his being. All this time he spent trapped inside his memories, too caught up in the past he forgot the future was right there, already blooming under Charlie's hand. And he was present to not only see it, but to be part of it, if he would let go of what was already long lost, and learning to see the light of what was not yet burnt down to ashes.

"Yeah." he croaked, wiping away the remnants of his dried tears from his cheeks, a tiny grin on his lips as he leaned his head back onto Alastor's warm, firm chest, glancing over the nights sky, heaven glowing in burning white in the far distance. "Yeah. Maybe you're right. What are the odds?"

"You'd be surprised. I tend to be right about most things, actually."

Lucifer watched Alastor from the corners of his eyes, letting his gaze wander over his sharp features and never-faltering grin that was now drawn into a softer, closed-lipped smile.

He was an enigma, that one. He was arrogant, pretentious, manipulative, grating on Lucifer's ego and composure with a vehemence that bordered to purposeful. But he also had an astounding willpower, an unbelievable capability to change the destinies of those around him - one way or another. He had no qualms about running his mouth to him to the point where Lucifer had to keep his angelic form to overtake him and blow him into oblivion, when hours later he also had no ne to bend him over his bed and wordlessly fill him to the brim with his cum. And this side, this... softer side, where he, against all logic, didn't take the chance to tear him down when he found Lucifer in a weak moment, but built him up, showing a tenderness he didn't deem possible... it made his chest hurt in a way it didn't for many, many years – a sweet, aching pain he could come to crave.

"It's getting quite late." Alastor said, breaking him out of his train of thought, his hands now resting on his lower back, "You should retreat to your quarters now."

Lucifer grabbed the hands that were about to let go of him, already on their way to withdraw, and put them back where they rested before, pressing himself even more into the deer demons lithe body. "If you'll come with me."

Alastor rose a brow, his expression slightly hardening, "So we're done talking now, your highness?"

He didn't miss the implication, along with the underlying tone of Alastor's words, already trying to distance itself, loosing the warmth it had just minutes ago. But he just smiled at him, meeting the dimming eyes of the overlord with his own, newly ignited ones, his tail gently wrapping itself around one of Alastor's legs. Whatever this has been, he wanted to preserve it, just a little longer. And, if he could, if he would let him, return his tenderness, if only this once before they returned to the Status Quo.

"No Alastor. Not tonight."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #quickfic #or in this case: Minkfic #radioapple #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #alastor

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citrusbatsandhoneybees · 7 months ago

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-The Fading Star-

-Part 3-

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

This is more of a lead up part, but I hope you still enjoy it! <3

Lucifer Morningstar X Female! Insert

Content Warnings: Swearing Awkward Tension

Quick Synopsis: Tsuki was made to keep Lilith company during her marriage with Adam, but finds herself, unwillingly, falling in love with a certain archangel. Then after many millennia she reunites with Lucifer.

Charlie had accepted the radio demon’s request to lead Tsuki to a room of her hotel to Lucifer’s dismay. The king kept his unrelenting glare on the radio demon. Alastor’s wicked grin twists up a little further and he hummed contently. Alastor averts his gaze back down to the angel that he was holding onto. Tsuki lets out a small sigh of relief and gave the princess a small thankful smile before Alastor tightened his grip on her and pulled Tsuki along with him before the king could interfere. The two head towards the elevator that lead to the rooms, and small ding rings above the apple engraved doors before allowing the two to slip in. As she turns to assume her position in the elevator she gets one last view of the King. Tsuki couldn’t help but feel pity for him after seeing his expression. It was downfallen; full of hurt as his eyes focused on her. Her chest trembles as she allows a painful breath past her lips. Doors close the two into the elevator, and she feels them start to rise. One of her hands move towards the golden railing that lined the walls of the elevator and held it tightly as she tried to push the last image of Lucifer away. Luckily for her, they arrived at her floor quickly giving her something else to focus on.

“I would like to thank you again for healing me..Tsuki was it?”

“No problem, and yep!”

Tsuki gave a quick response to the radio demon. If the radio demon was speaking with her, it was tuned out because she was preoccupied with sights around her. How beautiful.. As she looked around in awe, Tsuki tried to keep up in step with him. The predominantly crimson walls were lined with wallpaper that had beautiful golden designs of clearly Lucifer and circus inspired paraphernalia, set in columns across the way. Following each of the doors were glimmering lights decorated with geometrical, glass shades. Tsuki grounded her wandering thoughts by placing a finger onto the golden trim, tracing the edge of it. The two had arrived at her room before she realized, causing her to bump into the sinner that was leading the way. Luckily it didn’t seem like he minded too much because before she could apologize, he had already turned around to bend down and look her in the eye.

“Now Tsuki, I should allow you to settle in for now.”

Taking a hold of her hand, Alastor rubs his thumb over Tsuki’s knuckles. She shivers from the chilly contact. Looking down to where he held her, she watched as a vibrant green started to glow from between their hands. Alastor turned her palm back face up to reveal a small key that he had summoned for her.

“If there’s anything you need don’t hesitate to ask me Dear; I am only a few doors away!”

Alastor gestured his hand and pointed his claw towards the other end of the hallway. The angel was about to turn her sights back and thank him, but she only saw the fading shadows that replaced his figure. She smiled to herself before turning back towards her room. He was definitely going to make disappearing a habit. She gripped the key tightly in her fingers, before pushing it into the knob and turning it. Tsuki’s brows furrowed lightly looking into the large room; she takes her first step in, and switches on the light. Did they mean to give me this room? It was a lot bigger than she expected.

Tsuki admired the luxurious room she was given as she walked into it. It matched the rest of the hotel, keeping up the same wallpaper and trim the hallway kept. She turned her vision up at the light bouncing off the gorgeous chandelier the ceiling held before the angel spotted a pair of large glass doors that lead to a balcony. She considered walking towards them, but decided against it preferring to instead sit on the couch that accompanied a coffee table. She sunk into the velvety material, as she pushed her face into her hands allowing the emotions that compiled in her to release through the tears that fell down her cheeks. Tsuki trembled, her breath breaks free into gasps from the burning feeling that resided in the back of her throat.

“Fuck… I’m so screwed.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------As I watched the doors of the elevator close Tsuki and Alastor off away from me, I turned towards my daughter who was currently squeezing my shoulder. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize that I was holding in as I look up at her. Her face held a comforting smile, as she looked down at me. I really didn’t want to worry her, so I tried my best to give her a smile back and I allowed my shoulders to relax under her touch. Then I was led by my daughter towards the bar that held her other friends and her girlfriend.

“Sooo.. Dad if I remember correctly she’s the other woman you met at Eden right? How is she here?”

“I don’t know, I guess it makes sense that she’s a guardian angel now but-”

I push my fist up to my face as I try to think through what could have happened since the last time I saw her. Did father bestow “the privilege” of being an angel down onto her after everything that happened? “Dad..?” From what I remember, no one else knew about her existence whenever I was there, but obviously that changed. How long has she been an angel and how long has she known about everything else that happened at Eden? “...Dad..??” It wasn’t too important at the moment. It may be selfish, but I’m more worried about how she felt after Lilith and I fell. What she thinks of us now.

“..Dad!?”

The rising tower of thoughts knocks down out of my conscious as I looked up to my little apple. Her eyebrows furrowed emphasizing the worried expression painted across her face. I reached out to cradle her cheek to reassure her that I was okay, but if I’m being perfectly honest I’m quite scared of what she thinks of me now. I missed her. Father I had missed her so fucking much, but I wasn’t actually expecting to see her ever again.

“Dad I think you should head in for the night”

“What, Apple? I thought you wanted to celebrate the new hotel?”

I looked towards her friends that were drinking and conversing at the bar that stood only a few feet away. I didn’t want this whole situation to ruin her excitement for a new beginning. She shakes her head in response, and the results of her exhaustion of the day become more evident as Charlie looks over to me.

“It’s alright. It’s been a long day, and I’m sure everyone’s tired. We’ll do something another time.”

As Charlie reassured me, she held her hand up to her lips and a wrinkle folds between her brows while she yawned. I settled and gave her a soft smile and nod, before wishing her a goodnight and returning to my suite. I nearly forgot during this whole debacle that this was going to be the first night I’m not staying at the manor. I don’t regret the decision; I want to support Char Char, but it certainly was going to different. I’m not going to be surrounded by the heavy reminders of the family I missed anymore. My thoughts wander to my sleepless nights and late risings.

“Maybe I should set an alarm.”

I turn the golden knob attached to my bedroom door. Light from the previous room floods in before I close it and approach the large bed that waited for me. I take a seat down and run my hands over the plush comforter that laid over the mattress. Then summoned a small rubber duck and small clicks sound as I wind the key that stood on its back. Setting the small rubber duck gently onto the walnut bedside table, I rubbed my eyes and shifted to a comfortable position under the weight of my maroon sheets.

“Please let tomorrow go okay.”

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The next morning Tsuki was up before everyone else, but only because she never actually fell asleep the night before. This was something that had become a common occurrence in her life, so she was able to adjust to the side effects. The angel turned her head towards the shining clock that stood over her desk across the room. It was still early, but she decided to put herself to good use before she overthought herself into oblivion. She pushed back the luxurious blanket that laid on her lap, and stood from the velvety couch. Small cracks sounded in the air from her sore shoulders and back, but continued her trek across the room.

Cool bathroom tiles replaced the wooden boards, and she found herself in front of a sink. The sink and counter top in front of her was made of a simple porcelain, and the circular mirror that was placed on the wall above it was wrapped in a golden curled trim. The angel stared into the mirror, and traced her dark circles with her thumb. Ugh.. She leaned forward and set a gentle grip onto the handles. Warm water flowed down into the deep porcelain bowl, and Tsuki allowed the water to pour into her hands as she cupped them together. The water cascades off her face as she cleans off any of the remanence of the night before. Tsuki sighs and settles after ensuring that the tear stains from the hours before were gone.

The angel finished setting herself up for the day after pulling her hair into a hair clip, and decided that it was time to head downstairs. She made her away back toward the door and felt the cold knob against her palm. Tsuki took a deep breath, shook off the nerves that prickled her skin, and turned it before heading to the elevator. I can do this; I’ve dealt with way worse. Tsuki took a step past the door, turning her head side to side, assessing her surroundings. Only finding the silent ambiance that filled the hallway, she continued toward the elevator.

Once she stepped into the lobby, Tsuki roamed around, opening several of the sets of doors. The frustration became evident on her face as she continued to look for the right pair of doors.

“Are you snooping already Dear?”

Alastor set his chilling set of claws onto her shoulder, and the angel jumped in surprise at the feeling. She looked back at him with the best smile she could muster after the scare.

“Just looking for the kitchen Alastor. Could you lead me to it?”

Alastor raised a brow, but lead her towards it anyway. His smirk grew a little more out of curiosity as he watched her step into the kitchen. Tsuki mustered up all of the lively energy she had as she looked towards the hotel’s refrigerator. Once she had opened the fridge she examined the ingredients that it held. It wasn’t much; which made sense because the hotel was only finished the night before. Tsuki grabbed what she could, and arranged the ingredients onto the counter. Alastor watched her actions curiously as he sat on one of the stools that stood next to the island. The angel turned her head towards a small wooden radio that sat next to the fridge, and placed her fingers on the knob turning it. Static erupted from the speakers, and she continued adjusting it trying to find a station. Alastor’s smirk quirked up further and his ears twitched forward.

The crackling sounds dissipates as slow jazz replaced it; satisfied, she pivoted back towards the counter. Tsuki hummed with the song, and started to remove the eggs from the styrofoam carton and cracking them into a bowl, whisking them together with brown sugar and cinnamon she found.

“I see that you’re a fellow jazz enjoyer Tsuki, How delightful!”

“Oh yeah! I’m glad someone plays it down here.”

Tsuki turns to him with a bright expression, before returning back to the counter to search for a pan. Static crackled through her company’s voice as he chuckled lowly in response. With a simple snap of his fingers, a skillet appeared in her palm. Initially surprised from the sudden weight she almost drops the tool, but adjusts herself before it falls out of her grasp.

“Thank you Alastor!”

After about an hour, she was nearly finished with the breakfast platter she had made for the residents for the hotel. The counter had an smorgasbord of different foods. Stacks of french toasts, eggs, sausages, bacon, and a large assortment of cut up fruit lined the porcelain. Tsuki wiped the sweat from her brow looking across the counter.

“Is this enough? Maybe I should make some-”

“Dear, this is plenty. Leaning on the edge of overboard.”

The angel bit her tongue as Alastor looked over the counter. He had enjoyed watching her scramble together the meal, but if she continued at this rate Tsuki would use up everything they had, or burning it all down. She was determined to get this morning right, and gain everyone’s trust. She had to, failing this wasn’t an option.

“Right. You’re right, of course.”

Her gut felt like a spinning top as she sat next to the deer-like sinner. She fiddled with the hairs on the back of her neck in an attempt to settle the feeling.

“Would you like some? It’s still a little hot, but I could-”

Before Tsuki could offer to do more she was interrupted by the clicks of heels outside of the kitchen door. Her desperation continued to amuse Alastor as he watched her promptly adjust her hair and clothing. Tsuki stepped off the stool and stood facing the door with her hands held together. The princess stepped into the kitchen with a large yawn; the fallen angel only two paces behind her.

“Good Mor-!”

Charlie’s eyes widened as the warm scent lured her toward the counter, pulling her girlfriend along with her.

“Tsuki you really didn’t have to!”

She quickly wiped away the drool that pooled on the edge of her lips, and turned towards the cook with an enthusiastic glint in her eye. Tsuki’s stress was soothed by Charlie’s response and Vaggie’s small nod. Responding with an eager delight, she gestured towards the food.

“Go ahead! Dig in there should be enough for everyone I believe”

The king of hell had been the next resident to wake. His small alarm was quaking and stomping around on his bed side table as he commanded the night before, but that didn’t stop him from groaning at the interruption. His hands rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up against his bed frame. The continuous quacking was stopped as Lucifer closed the alarm’s beak softly, and he stretched and blinked away his overbearing exhaustion as he remembered the night before.

“Fuck… okay- okay!”

A plan started to construct in his head as he stepped onto the cool wooden boards. He paced back around to the other end of his bed, and his normal ring-master like suit replaced his silky nightwear once he gripped the glistening apple that stood on the end of his cane. He would cook breakfast, pancakes of course, for the residents and as soon as Tsuki grabbed a plate he would sit with her. Right? Casual? She didn’t seem like she wanted to really talk with him, but maybe it would be okay in a public setting. That would take the edge off right? At least then they would finally be talking about something, even if it wasn’t that. Only a few moments after his clothing was changed flickers of golden magic created a portal for him to step through. It lead to the doors of the kitchen, past the doors he heard laughter, and clacks of metal against the ceramics. He pushed open the door. Vaggie and his daughter were sitting close together at the circular table next to the window, Alastor sat on one of the stools next to the island that stood in the center of the kitchen, and Tsuki was pouring an orange liquid into tall glasses laughing at something the radio demon had said. After the door had thudded lightly against the wall, everyone turned their head back towards Lucifer.

“Morning Dad! Tsuki made breakfast!”

Lucifer turned towards Charlie, and tried to shake off his nerves before turning back to Tsuki who was currently clutching the last glass of juice.

“Ha- yeah guess she beat me to it. As always.”

She nearly crushed the glass in her tight grasp before she set it down on the table, sliding it toward the king. Luckily for Tsuki, the thick tension was cut off as Angel and Husk had arrived in the kitchen, with several creatures following after them. Angel walked past everyone, and gave her a quick thanks before making himself a plate. While Husk preferred to only drink some coffee. Tsuki smiled down at the little egg creatures and cringed slightly after she grabbed a plate to pile food on for them.

“Yikes.. Uh..”

She had made mostly meat and egg-based foods. Tsuki started to feel extremely inconsiderate for this, but before she could panic Lucifer had noticed her predicament. With a flourish of magic, he summoned bowls of oatmeal into the egg boys' hands; then portions of her cut fruit floated into each of their bowls. Tsuki still felt conflicted from the situation and how it was resolved. Everything about being near his presence hurt her heart, and him helping her like this definitely didn’t soothe it at all.

“Thanks.”

The angel kept her response short and returned to making a few more plates before she could hear him respond. One for herself, Lilith, and the little cleaning demon she remembered from the night before. If they didn’t want to eat it now, they could eat it later. She scooted the two plates over onto the island, and sat next to the radio demon, who was eating his own summoned venison. Against his own desires Lucifer sat next to his daughter and the others with his own plate.

As they all ate together, the tension in the room slowly was alleviated, and Tsuki was able to slip into a more comfortable nature as the morning went on.

#hazbin lucifer #fem reader #lucifer hazbin hotel x reader #self insert #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #fanfiction #slow burn

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samanddean76 · 7 months ago

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How To Accidentally Create Soulmates

Gabriel had been enjoying a leisurely afternoon spent shirking everything that even vaguely resembled one of his many responsibilities, when the frantic prayer made a previously unscheduled stop inside his head. It was, of course, from his favorite little wayward angel, Castiel, and as he listened to the panicked words as they filled his mind, well, he knew that he was going to have to personally remedy the unfolding drama before it spiraled wildly out of control. He rolled out of the hammock that had been slung between two palm trees on the shore of a lovely little volcanic island, looked around one last time at the natural beauty that he rarely found the time to be able to enjoy, and then ascended to heaven in a whoosh of magnificent wings.

The specific nursery was easy to find, what with the high-pitched shrieking that was carrying down the hall. That was very concerning, as the soul nurseries were the picture-perfect ideal for all things calm and serene. Chuck was prone to planning ahead, and one day, with no warning whatsoever, all of the archangels were marched into a special wing of heaven. They had needed to shade their eyes against the bright glow of countless souls milling about, waiting for the time that their body would be formed and that they would then go down and live out their destined lives. The brothers had been informed that this wing was under their personal protection, as it also contained another nursery further down the hall. That was the one that needed their defense.

Michael had immediately volunteered to watch over the harmless little balls of light, feeling that as they were far behind the magnificent gates of heaven, nothing would ever be able to harm them. Their safety was ensured by their location.

Raphael had said nothing, just standing there looking bored. Gabriel had worried that his big brother was plotting, but he couldn’t think of a single thing that Raphael could get up to that would require a vast quantity of souls in order to accomplish it.

Lucifer had smiled that oily smile of his, the one that let everyone know that he was up to something, just not having worked out the particulars of his insidious plan just yet.

Gabriel had stood silent, looking down at the marble floor. Just feeling that this was not a matter that merited his concern, and that his father would inevitably pick one of his glorious warrior brothers to see to the task at hand. Leaving Gabriel to wander off and see to his favorite hobby, animal creation. He was still miffed that no one had been excited about his platypus, cute little thing that it was. Perfectly adorable as far as he was concerned.

But no. That hadn’t been what had come to pass.

“Well, see, I mean, I called you here to let you know that I actually had one of you selected already.” Chuck had been a little bleary eyed as he spoke, jittery from too much of his favorite drink, something he called coffee. Said it would be incredible once the humans discovered how to make it for themselves.

“But see, I think that this is a responsibility that will be perfect for you, Gabriel.” All eyes had turned towards the diminutive Archangel, some curious, some jealous, and all now utterly bored with the topic at hand, as it no longer concerned them. For if Gabriel had been selected, then it really couldn’t have been that important anyway. The others had wandered off as Chuck had taken Gabriel on a guided tour. Showed him all of the different rooms, pointed out all of the potential problems, as far as Chuck saw it anyway. Gabriel had tried to show some interest, but he really couldn’t see the point of walking down a hallway every few days, peering in through a window, nearly being blinded as the little souls simply didn’t know how to dim themselves, and then wandering off, as it wasn’t even a practical notion that he might be successful in counting them. So, what else could he possibly do?

Once he had assured Chuck that he was very proud to have been given this great honor, Gabriel had made a beeline to Castiel’s quarters. He found the oddball little angel as he usually was, meditating on some profound matter. The reason that Gabriel liked him so much was because he always had the best ideas for new animals, or at least the best theoretical ideas, which Gabriel pondered and then produced some truly inspired creations from.

Castiel had been honored at the thought that he could help Gabriel in such a momentous way. Gabriel had simply shrugged, thanked him, gone off to design a seahorse (because pregnant males were so going to annoy his brothers), and had forgotten all about this newly shirked responsibility. So that was why the frantic prayer was so worrisome. What could possibly have gone so wrong that Castiel was unable to handle it?

The answer smacked Gabriel right in the face as soon as he opened the door, literally. The little soul, which seemed smaller than normal, had been wailing its little metaphorical lungs out, when it had glommed onto Gabriel and slid down to rest directly over his heart. The purring sound that was wafting up was strangely soothing, but Gabriel couldn’t focus on that, he needed to know what was going on. His honey-gold eyes caught upon Castiel, as he sat in the middle of the floor, with his own little soul happily stuck to him. It also appeared to be smaller than normal, and before Gabriel could ask his question, Castiel simply announced the needed answer. Or his version of it, anyway.

“Gabriel! Please, I don’t know what happened! I was passing this room when I heard a disturbance coming from within. When I looked through the window, this soul was glowing blue and gold while trying to break free, and then it, simply passed through the glass and won’t let go of me.” Castiel looked down at his own little purring ball of light, and Gabriel watched as it strobed with each approximation of a breath.

“Ok, but that doesn’t explain this. Why are there two tiny souls?” Gabriel waved a hand at his own very small soul, noted the look of dread on Castiel’s face, and inquired, “What? What does that look mean?”

Castiel was now chewing on his lip, before he swallowed hard, and then squeaked out. “It’s this soul.”

“Come again?” Because, no, nope, bad, so bad, no good would come of this, oh for the love of dad! Gabriel braced himself for the answer, knowing that no matter what it was, it was not going to make the situation any better.

“It’s the same soul. It tore itself in two.” Gabriel could only stare at Castiel as his mouth hung open and he pondered what he could have possibly done to have earned such an insane punishment. Not from Castiel, of course, but from Chuck once he learned that the one and only unbreakable thing in all of creation had been broken. In less than three weeks, that which could never be destroyed had been ripped in two.

Gabriel realized he needed to invent some expletives, because situations like these simply called for them to be used with vigor and a shocking degree of creative inventiveness. And he was nothing if not a linguistic connoisseur. But that was for later. Right now, he needed to focus on cleaning up this mess.

“Castiel, you’re absolutely positive that this was one, single soul. That there weren’t two tiny souls that you overlooked?” Were it not for the precariousness of the moment he found himself tangled up within, Gabriel would have laughed at the look of pure indignant annoyance that was framed on Castiel’s worried visage. An entire forests worth of carefully documented paperwork appeared from out of the clear blue sky and landed near Gabriel’s feet.

“I believe that if you refer to page 1,537,951,482,706 of my notes that you will find I have measurements for only one since the very first day I assumed this responsibility.” Gabriel realized that he had underestimated his little cohort. As he quickly perused Castiel’s meticulous notes, the little soul that had snuggled into him glanced back over its shoulder (and Gabriel would swear on everything holy and pure to the voracity of this fact), but that it then blew a raspberry at its other half. That prompted a sound that if Gabriel had to hazard a guess, would become the basis of a future expletive.

Gabriel needed a minute to think, to try to puzzle out a solution to a quandary that he hadn’t seen coming. At all. Not only had he failed in his duties, but his minion had also broken the unbreakable, and now the two little halves seemed quite content to stay with their chosen angel. Which could prove to be rather difficult to explain to Chuck. Because really, how does that conversation go?

“Hey son, you seem a little extra bright today. Anything different?”

“Naw, nothing at all. Hey! Look over there!”

Gabriel then pictured himself running away, not stopping until he was at least four galaxies over. He was brought out of his dire thoughts by the little soul letting out a huge yawn and then beginning to drift off to sleep. Must have tuckered itself out after the screaming fit, was all that Gabriel could think to explain the action. But Castiel looked down at his own half, and Gabriel knew then that they were still connected. Even though one was now two, they still shared a bond that couldn’t be completely severed.

Castiel was looking up at him, big blue eyes full of hope that maybe he hadn’t inadvertently destroyed their father’s most prized creation, and it was then that Gabriel decided that a little Archangel mojo was called for. Lest he end up being punished for something that wasn’t entirely his fault. Yes, he had delegated, but how hard could it be to look after a few quintillion souls? Really? Gabriel let his grace flow out, helping to wipe away Castiel’s memory of this day, and then he picked up the sleeping soul and wrapped both halves around the other.

Gabriel watched, utterly fascinated as a closed seam appeared where the soul had been torn in two. On further inspection, it looked as if the seam could be opened with very little effort, meaning that this soul would be able to split into two whenever it felt the desire to. Well, he couldn’t be having that, so with a snap of his finger he did the best he could to erase their memory of this day.

It should work, right? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?

Gabriel pulled the tall drink of water that was Sam Winchester closer to him, tucking his massive head into the hollow of Gabriel’s throat. Wondered how he had ever been foolish enough to think that he would have been able to make this determined little soul ever forget about him. The being that had helped to motivate it to literally rip itself in half.

Castiel and Dean were in the next room over, quiet now, after they had gotten done rearranging the furniture. Gabriel still chuckled every single time Castiel made a reference to that damn porno. Especially since it wasn’t even one of Gabriel’s.

Chuck had never said a word, just given Gabriel an odd look one day. Like Gabriel had managed to surprise him. Or that he had done exactly what he was supposed to. Omnipotence at work.

It didn’t really matter. Not anymore.

Because what more can you do after you accidentally accomplish the impossible?

#gabriel & castiel #sabriel #destiel #drabble #gabriel #castiel #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn #supernatural

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amistytown · 2 years ago

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Leviathan Birthday Collaboration 2023: A-7 Wedding

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Leviathan & GN MC

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and self-deprecation

This is my piece for Leviathan's birthday collaboration this year; I chose the prompt wedding. I feel this isn't my best work, but there was a lot going on. I'm really glad I could meet the deadline and take part in this project! I had a great time and am honored to work alongside such talented people.

Happy birthday, Leviachan 🥳✨

As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

The silence is suffocating, allowing Leviathan’s thoughts to wander and find their voice. Normally, he sought it out, relishing the peace of mind the quiet brought him, the Avatar of Envy content to confine himself to his room and keep to the shadows. Here he feels alone and exposed, his soul laid bare before him in the vanity mirror. His reflection peers nervously back at him, wide-eyed and pale, as uncertainty takes hold and ties itself into knots in the pit of his stomach. He sighs, dropping his gaze to his hands, which tremble in his lap. You love him, and he loves you—this he knows—though doubt sows itself into his heart. What if this is a mistake—if you’ve yet to realize you deserve better? He can’t bear to see you unhappy.

“Yo, Levi!” The door swings open, and Leviathan jumps, yelping in surprise. “The Great Mammon is here to support his lil bro on his big day!” Mammon grins, while an unamused Lucifer trails behind him, scowling.

Leviathan glowers at the Avatar of Greed, feigning annoyance, but he can’t deny he’s relieved, their presence familiar and comforting, soothing his frayed nerves—it’s embarrassing. Mammon’s voice alone is loud enough to drown out his thoughts, and he gives Leviathan little time to think when he wraps an arm around the third born’s shoulders and playfully ruffles his hair.

“Don’t say I never did anythin for ya!” he crows.

“H-hey!” Leviathan growls, face flushing a deep shade of red.

“Mammon,” Lucifer warns, smoothing Leviathan’s hair as Mammon shrinks under his disapproving gaze. Though Lucifer’s expression softens, the eldest regarding Leviathan with a smile—genuine, sweet—bringing back faraway memories. A brother’s love, strong and true, and the unmistakable twinkle of pride unbidden in those eyes, the same eyes that watched over him in the Celestial realm and never stopped here in the Devildom. His heart swells with emotion, overwhelming but not unwelcome, the Avatar of Pride chuckling as arms wrap firmly around his waist, and Leviathan cries into his embrace.

In this moment, he’s a fledgling again, Lucifer’s arms and wings encircling and protecting him from the world. He’s loved, safe, all his worries melting away.

Until embarrassment gets the best of him, and Leviathan is very aware of himself and how his skin burns, quickly pulling back and averting his tearful gaze. Thankfully, his brothers allow him this, an unspoken understanding passing between them that lessens the tension, and he’s beyond grateful when Lucifer takes it upon himself to straighten his tie, voice filling the silence, “This is meant to be one of the happiest days of your life, is it not?”

“Y-yes!” Leviathan says without hesitance, still in awe you accepted his proposal. He recalls that night with utmost clarity, certain you’re standing in front of him now, eyes glistening with tears, and your smile so bright and beautiful he believes he’s ascended to the Celestial realm. Once he thought marriage a fantasy, uninteresting and unbecoming of an otaku such as himself, but you changed his mind—you changed his life. “But . . .”

“Stop right there! I know what’s goin through that head of yours, and it’s not true.” Mammon pinches Leviathan’s cheek, laughing heartily despite his brother’s murderous glare. “Who can resist my adorable lil brother, eh?”

“Mammon is correct.” Lucifer agrees. “What is it you say . . . believe in me who believes in you, yes?”

Leviathan’s mouth opens, but no words come out, caught in his throat. Instead, he sniffles, grateful tears rolling down his cheeks and snot streaming from his nose.

“Gross,” Mammon mutters. “I mean . . .” he improvises after Lucifer fixes him with an angry stare, clapping Leviathan on the back. “Ya look like a million Grimm!”

“Honestly . . .” Lucifer sighs. “Come now, Mammon.”

A wave of anxiety crashes over Leviathan. “H-hey! Wait . . .”

“We’ll see you soon, Leviathan.” Lucifer gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and Leviathan nods, watching his brothers leave, their words of encouragement still ringing in his ears and strengthening his resolve. The only one who doubts him is himself, envy warping the world around him to fit its narrative—dark, lonely, and bleak. Though you love everything about him he finds disgusting, supporting him and inspiring him to become the demon he is today, and the demon he hopes to be in the future; a future he envisions with you by his side.

“Levi,” he imagines you say, the sweetness of your voice causing his heart to flutter and heat to creep down his neck to pool in his chest. “Can I come in?”

“You!” he squawks, catching your gaze in the mirror as you peek your head into the room. “I-it’s r-r-really you!” Quickly, he covers his eyes. “I’m not supposed to see you before the wedding! I-I heard it’s bad luck.”

“That’s an old human superstition,” you reassure him. “I wanted to see you . . . but I can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”

“N-no, stay!” he shouts, and then softly, “Please.” You want to see him. Years passed since you first arrived in the Devildom, countless days spent together, ending with you in his tub, your bodies and souls entwined, hearts beating as one, yet he still can’t believe you want to see him—that you want to marry him—that you want him. Every morning he wakes he falls in love with you again and again and again and again, and now he feels not a spark but a flame, burning with such intensity he aches in longing.

Your eyes meet in the mirror, and Leviathan gasps, mesmerized by your reflection and how it glimmers in the moonlight spilling through the window. Slowly, he faces you, his heart skipping a beat as he basks in your glory, shameless in his staring. Your smile is angelic, expression shy but full of affection, glistening with unshed tears as you look upon him, admiring him in return. The moment is etched into his memory, carefully filed away for safekeeping, saved not once but twice—a third time for good measure. He’ll never forget this, how you shine brighter than any star in the sky, radiating warmth and love, ridding him of doubt and instilling him with confidence; his love for you far too great to ignore.

“You look amazing,” you whisper.

“You do too . . .” He swallows. “You’re beyond amazing! You’re heavenly. My heart may give out before I make it to the altar.” Your laugh is music to his ears, leaving him weak in the knees. “You used charm and it’s super effective!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve come prepared,” you say, kneeling before him and presenting a gift box elegantly wrapped in orange ribbon. “A gift for my dearest Lord of Shadow.”

“Y-you shouldn’t have,” he stammers, touch gentle as he takes the box in his hands, untying the ribbon with unsteady fingers. Placing the top on the vanity, he grins, wide and toothy, admiring the two custom gaming controllers inside. “These are . . .” There are no words to describe the emotions flowing through and sweeping over him, surging forward in sharp stuttering sobs. Player 1 is inscribed on one and Player 2 on the other, the date on both in a heartfelt reminder of what the day is to bring and will mean after all is said and done, your bond continuing to grow and flourish.

You wipe the tears from his eyes, cradling his face in your hands. “I thought we could put them to good use later.”

Setting the box aside, he gathers you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap to kiss you, tender but fervent, the bitterness of his tears overpowered by the sweetness of your lips. “Love you I do, marry you I will,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against your own and savoring the feel of your fingers in his hair and as they run over the base of the horns now crowning his head.

“I love you too,” you laugh, your breath hot on his skin, sending a delightful shiver down his spine that causes his tail to curl. And he knows, as you lean in to kiss him, he loves you, and you love him, and there’s nowhere else he wants to be, happy and at peace in your arms.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me reader #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #leviathanbday2023 #my writing

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talesfromawannabejournalist · 8 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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alexusonfire · 2 years ago

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How Endearing

Lucifer Morningstar x fallen angel!Reader

A/n: Part two to How Unexpected, as requested by @littledollll 🧡 Angsty in the beginning, but as always ends in fluff! They/them pronouns for Lucifer.

Three months.

That's how long it had been since your Fall. Or rather, it felt like three months. It was hard to keep track of time in a landscape that never changed. No night, no day, just an endless gray sludge trudging through your mind.

If you were truly honest with yourself, it hadn't been terrible. Lucifer had kept your company through most of it, much to your surprise. The days usually began with an array of foods for you to pick at (your appetite wasn't much as you healed and became accustomed to your new surroundings), followed by a walk in the Dead Gardens with Lucifer. At first it was a quiet stroll, you nervous about your new companion and the situation you'd now come to realize was permanent for you. Lucifer had so many questions, the curiosity bubbling inside them of just what you had done so woefully wrong as to have Him cast you aside; but not wanting to overwhelm or scare you off, they simply walked in silence with you, content enough for the company.

After the first week you began your own inquiries; namely, why they had been treating you so decently, even going so far as to personally tend to the injuries suffered at the hands of Choronzon.

"We are one of the same, little angel."

It was a short, yet horrifying answer. They were right. You had been cast out, just like they were. All the stories of the Fallen One that had been whispered in the walls of the Silver City would now include you; even your wings had begun to turn shades darker as they patched themselves up. You looked up at Lucifer's, so black and sharp it brought tears to your eyes.

You hated them.

Hated yourself.

After the walks they would leave you be, usually attending some sort of business while you wandered the great halls of the castle. Though you wouldn't admit it out loud, it was impressive. Anything you desired was well within your reach in a matter of minutes, books, clothes, wine, food, all of the finest caliber. Indulgence was the theme, so very different from your previous home; you never wanted for anything material, Lucifer made sure of that.

During the first month, you found you didn't mind their company, your conversations flowing rather easily, and much more stimulating than those any of the demons dared offer you. After the second month, you sought them out, usually after supper when they'd settled down for the day. Most times you'd play chess, something you discovered yourself to be quite good at; Lucifer was, unsurprising to you, very competitive, and most impressed whenever you managed to beat them. Other times you'd tour the realm, secretly amazed at just how vast it was. Though it was a complete opposite from the bright and naturally endearing feel of Heaven, the pride that emanated from Lucifer whilst they showed you about endeared you to it (and them...) all the same.

This past month, the third, you'd grown fond of the evenings with them in front of the fireplace, sat quietly with a good book. By now you'd shared your favorite titles, Lucifer having caught you reading the same ones time and time again, and they insisted you read them together. Close together, almost touching, the crackling of the fire the only sound between you, it was almost... comforting.

"How are your wings today, sweetling?"

Their voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you turned to greet them. The curiosity that once lived in their eyes had softened, now a dull simmer behind the concern that often filled them. They checked in on you several times a week now, especially regarding your wings. They walked you through the change of color, how the texture would, and did, change from a soft downy to thick leather. Thankfully the shape still had yet to be morphed, though you did sometimes gaze longingly at your feathers, willing them to turn back.

"Still sore, but less so everyday."

Lucifer let out a small tsk and made their way towards you, slowly reaching behind you to gently place their palm on your back. Where you once would have flinched away, you now leaned in, knowing their touch would instantly alleviate your pains. Your wings shuddered and muscles flexed, enjoying a moments relief. Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer watched you intently, something inside them fluttering at the contented look on your features.

"Thank you, Morningstar."

Eyes still closed, you felt the soft press of their lips to your forhead, and you couldn't help a small smile.

"Anything for you, little angel."

#lucifer morningstar (the sandman) x reader #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#lucifer gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie

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leviathanswingman · 8 months ago

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the one that got away - Michael centric one-shot

chapters: 1/1

ship: general, implied dialuci

words: 1450

Michael was standing in the Great Hall, his arms firmly tucked behind his back as he stared at the empty wall before him. Many years ago, seven portraits used to hang here, perfectly lined up from left to right, from highest to lowest in rank respectively. He remembered them quite well. Each portrait had been adorned with a golden frame which only served to emphasise the subjects’ beauty and reverence. It had been the most breathtaking sight, no matter how many times Michael walked by it.

Nowadays, the empty wall was nothing but a grim reminder that appearances could be deceiving. After all, every one of them, once so beloved, once held in such high regard, ended up betraying the Celestial Realm, throwing it all away for a moment of rebellion, just to experience a sip of the nectar of freedom before plummeting down forever.

All the recognition and all the glory, thrown away in mere seconds, and for what? For the sake of a man who’d poisoned them with his honeyed words? It had all been led by one angel, no, demon, who found himself seduced by the silken words of their enemy. Now they were known as nothing more than filthy traitors.

Slowly, Michael lifted one hand, tracing the indents of a frame, a shape he still remembered far too well. The calculated strokes and splashes of color that used to make up the most breathtaking portrait of them all were still burned into his mind. Its memory was seared into his brain, ingrained there despite its lack of presence on this empty hallway wall. The painting of Lucifer had been a masterpiece, rivaled by nothing and no one; not only the painting itself but its muse just as much. The angel’s hair, dark like ebony and silky smooth in the ways it cascaded down his back, his eyes, two lively splashes of red, glistening like the finest of gems in stark contrast against the sky-blue backdrop, his wings stretching beyond the bounds of the painting, itching to spread out and break free. No one could've represented purity quite as beautifully. Michael still remembered how he used to shudder under their intensity whenever they set sight on him, such warm and determined gems. Sometimes he wished he’d taken them before they could’ve become tainted, wished he had added them to his treasury before it all went down.

Michael pushed his fist against his mouth, grinding his teeth.

There was a reason he refused to go to the Devildom. He was quick to send others and was even quicker to send Simeon and Raphael. They could even send the obedient angel child for all he cared. They would all report to him accordingly, he was sure of that, for under their Father’s gentle rule, they all stood in a perfectly straight line.

Most angels believed Michael’s refusal to visit the Devildom came from a place of pride and assumed it was nothing more than a high-ranking angel’s dignity as a well-respected holy being.

Pride.

The word now had a dirty aftertaste to it. In the end, everything came circling back to Lucifer. Far too often, Michael’s thoughts wandered downwards, sinking so far down below to that place that knew nothing but varying shades of darkness. Few angels were aware of the truth. Michael refused to go to the Devildom, for his purity just as his own sanity’s sake. Father had ordered it and Father's word remained the law. That specific fact though, nobody seemed to be aware of.

It didn't take much for his mind to wander. Thoughts of that place were enough to bring his blood to a boil and his mind to conjure up the one person he could never truly forget.

They had the same upbringing and nearly the same date of birth. Rarely had they ever been separated, always seen together in one way or the other. Yet they had still ended up on opposite sides of the same coin. Michael had thought it over time and time again, had tossed and turned in the deepest hours of the night until he arrived at one single conclusion.

Truthfully, he did not know how he would act if he ever set sight on that wretched demon. That homewrecker, Diavolo, the crown prince of the Devildom. He must have been the defining factor.

Every restless second was spent wondering, anguishing over that one simple question: had Michael not sent Lucifer in his stead, would things have turned out differently? If he hadn't allowed Lucifer to set his eyes on that silver-tongued devil, would he still be by his side? That man was the one who had planted the first seeds of doubt, he was certain of it. He had pulled Lucifer close, had whispered into his ear softly, sweetly. One single meeting was all it took to achieve the one thing Michael never managed to do. Somehow, that prince had figured out the deepest, darkest parts of Lucifer’s soul that had always been closed off to the rest of the realm. Was that demon truly so much better than Michael?! That certainly couldn't be it. He was the snake in the garden, luring Lucifer in to come and devour the apple of sin in a deceptive act of intimacy. Before that destined meeting Lucifer had been obedient. He had been much purer than all the other angels combined. All it took was one meeting with him to make it all come crashing down. Lucifer had never bothered about appearances, so that could not have been it. Diavolo must have told falsehoods to seduce him with honeyed words and half-lidded eyes, a soft yet pliable smile on his lips. How could Lucifer have known what was truly hiding behind it, innocent and perfect as he had been?

When Lucifer returned to the Celestial Realm, pensive, already changed, that seed of doubt planted inside his heart, fueled by the Devildom’s burnt soil, the roots thick and unrelenting with the way they wound around his once pure heart, Michael had known trouble was in the air. He asked Lucifer about his mission and when he barely answered, he relayed his suspicions to their Father, who in turn confronted Lucifer. The spark in his eyes dulled after that and the angel turned cagey.

Perhaps if he chose to return to him, Michael’s soul would feel soothed again. He'd lock Lucifer up in an ivory tower and feed him ambrosia and prayers until all that bad blood was gone and their Father would feel more compelled to allow him to prove his willingness to repent again. And Lucifer would be bent on his knees until he'd bruise golden and blue, the colors of the Celestial Realm returned to him once more. A bird, oh so beloved and darling in its cage. Michael would make him forget that revolting prince whose side he never seemed to leave now. He would get to keep him; safe.

He remembered it still so vividly, the day they heard of their fates. The day all voices whispered, so disbelieving, so full of confusion about how Lucifer had become that crown prince’s right-hand man. Michael had been forced to remain in the confines of his room for more than a month, stuck staring at one of Lucifer's feathers he had kept for himself.

Years later, shortly after he entered that futile exchange program, Simeon brought him the news in that hushed, pitying tone of voice that seemed to be reserved for their talks about Lucifer only. He believed them to be a pair, Lucifer and that prince. If they weren't one now, he was certain they'd become one soon.

The Devildom Prince loves him, he said. And Lucifer remained by his side, his back straight and head held impossibly high.

Wordlessly, Michael returned to his room and pulled at his hair for many nights, his pillows damp from all his tears. Whether he cried out of anger or sadness, he could not say. His mind had become a muddled little thing. Jealousy was a venomous thing, certain to taint his purity. Yet all he could think about was the fact that that should've been them. No matter Lucifer’s feelings, they would have become a pair sooner or later. Father would have given them his blessing. Michael was a force to be reckoned with once he wanted to impress and convince. They could’ve brought down the entire Devildom with a union like theirs.

Alas, it was not meant to be and it was all that demon’s fault. Still, Michael was not willing to give up just yet. One day, he would get Lucifer back, he’d make sure of that.

#my writing #obey me #omswd #michael #summary: michael being bitter #and slightly obsessive #oneshot #tenses tenses tenses all across the board #this has been sitting in my drafts for ages just take it

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 2 years ago

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Secrets, Secrets are no fun

Prompt: The eldest of the seven sins has kept a lot of secrets. Some due to duty, some to appease his brothers. But behind closed doors, they eat away at him. Especially when it has to do with the one person he lost. Thankfully, a certain human is there to listen, and to help.

Pairing: NA

Genre: Angst

TW: Sad Luci hours, mention of drinking, angst, a lot of angst, some flashbacks, Michael being an a**hole again, my hatred for Celestial Realm and some religious trauma is shown here. It’s a bit of a long read as well, so…

So apparently, my brain’s decided that the big man upstairs is a jerk in the game, and now it won’t think of literally anything else. What brought about this thought? Well, I just remembered that they don’t really specify what kind of illness Lilith’s lover had had for her to risk her life and bring him Celestial fruit to heal him. What if the origins of the disease were… Celestial?

It was a quiet night in the Devildom. Silence stretched throughout the House of Lamentation, where a sliver of moonlight entered through glass windows and danced across hallways that seemed devoid of life. Not a sound could be heard; even the wind ceased its merciless hits against the old house for one night.

Lucifer hated these kinds of nights.

Silence was almost unheard of in the House of Lamentation, home to the seven Avatars of Sin. The strongest demons in existence had equally strong personalities. There was never a dull day in the life of the seven brothers, neither before nor after the fall. And in a weird way, Lucifer was grateful for that. Being caught up in his brothers’ shenanigans meant he wouldn’t be left to his thoughts. For his thoughts, the eldest quickly found out, weren’t exactly the most pleasant place to dwell in.

How long had it been that way, he wondered, staring at the golden liquid that sloshed around in the glass that he held. The surface of the liquid reflected his flushed face, nose and cheeks tinted a shade of red only Demonus, and more recently, the human who’d managed to master him could bring out.

“Lucifer?”

Speak of the human, and they shall appear. Crimson eyes looked up, only to meet a pair of (e/c) eyes. Lucifer looked at them as they rubbed the sleep out of their eyes with one hand, the other holding the corners of the blanket that they had draped on their shoulders. Their hair stuck up in all directions, the sight bringing a small smile to the eldest’s face. Then again, their very existence brought a smile to his face.

“What are you doing up at this hour MC? Not wandering off to explore the house, I hope,” Lucifer teased. He wasn’t drunk enough to slur his words, but he certainly wasn’t sober.

They frowned. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?” they scolded him, and Lucifer stilled. It wasn’t the slight disappointment in their voice that caused him to tense. Rather, it was the way they asked the question. It reminded him of someone he’d lost long ago, someone who had the nerve to scold him and get away with it back when he was still an angel.

Stop it, his mind scolded him, eyes vacant as he watched them walk over to him and take the glass before setting it down on the table. They’re not her. They are their own person, and it would do you well to remember that. They are MC, not Lilith.

Lucifer felt their hand on his head, subconsciously leaning against the warmth and comfort. A low rumble started in his chest, one that could almost be mistaken for a purr. He liked being with MC.

Low chuckles brought him out of his reverie, the demon tilting his head to look at the one who dared to laugh at his vulnerable state. His eyes softened as they landed on the human in front of him.

The next few minutes were spent in silence, the only sounds being Lucifer’s occasional purrs. It was a different kind of silence, one that Lucifer found he preferred more than anything else. Just him, with a bit of liquid courage running through his veins, and his human.

A whine escaped Lucifer’s throat when the human took their hand back in favour of turning his head towards them. “What’s wrong Lucifer?” they asked.

What was wrong, indeed. He was Lucifer, the right-hand man of the future king of the Devildom. The strongest of the Seven Avatars, the mighty firstborn.

The fallen angel, the one who lied to his brothers, the one who started a war for his sister, yet lost her. The one who-

“I killed her.”

His voice sounded far-away and raspy to his own ears. Lucifer took notice of how his confession affected them. Their pupils were blown wide by the sudden mention of their ancestor, and their eyebrows tilted slightly in confusion. Lucifer wondered momentarily if he could get away with kissing them while they were like this, but shoved the thought away. It would be unbecoming of him to do something of the sort, especially after what he had revealed.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink Lucifer..,” they said, their voice fading away at the end of the sentence to watch his reaction. Lucifer shook his head, a few strands of his hair hanging over his face as he bitterly chuckled. “No, you don’t get it. Nobody ever will. I’m the reason she’s gone MC.”

Lucifer knew he must look pathetic as he glanced up at them. But there was no one in the room beside them, so it should be fine right? Just this once, he could let go of his inhibitions, he could rely on someone else, right?

The feeling of their thumb stroking his cheek quietened down the part of his brain that wished to stop; to hide away the broken parts of himself that lay beyond the fortress that was his pride. Tears filled his vision as he recounted the day he’d found out about Lilith’s human lover.

“You are henceforth forbidden to set one foot outside your room.”

“You can’t just ground me Lucifer! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Throwing a tantrum will not help your case, Lilith. You should be grateful that Father and Michael decided to overlook your actions. But I do not condone of them.”

“But I love him-”

“Enough.” Lucifer’s tone of voice indicated that he was done with the conversation. Turning, he walked away to do his duties, heart hurting at how rashly he had to treat his beloved sister. It’s for her own good, he tried to convince himself, putting a gentle smile on his face as he met up with Michael. The Avatar of Humility, the most favoured angel couldn’t let something trivial as this get in the way of his duties.

“I heard yelling. Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine. Lilith is merely… displeased due to the punishment I’ve dealt out.”

“Don’t be too harsh on her now, Luci~”

“It’s not harsh. And how many times do I need to tell you to let go of that horrendous nickname?”

Lucifer pressed his hands to his eyes, the pressure bringing much-wanted relief for the dull ache in his head.

Lucifer saw the twins helping Lilith to sneak back to the Human Realm. No doubt to meet her lover.

He had every right to stop her, stop them… but he didn’t. He could use this opportunity to see what kind of man was able to enchant his sister so thoroughly that she’d disobey even him.

Following Lilith posed no problem. She wasn’t even the slightest bit aware that her eldest brother was hot on her trail. It was making sure no one else blew his cover that was harder. Even when disguised as a human, Lucifer had a certain ethereal aura around him. One that had humans making way for him in the crowded market, many whispering about his too good to be true looks or his suspicious behaviour. Lucifer paid it no mind, instead choosing to pay attention to the scene in front of him.

The man with Lilith had said something silly, clearly evident by how Lilith seemed to be howling with laughter. Even in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Lucifer was able to clearly hear the sound as clear as spring water.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been that harsh with her after all.

The human watched on, unsure of what to say. Lucifer clearly seemed to be thinking about something, something that was related to Lilith. But what could have made him think that her death was his fault?

“The day I followed Lilith to the Human Realm…” he started, and the human sucked in a breath at the pure pain in his voice. “I was followed by someone else as well.”

Lucifer brought his eyes to meet their gaze, debating whether to reveal what he had never told anyone before. After a few moments’ deliberations, he continued in a soft voice. “It was Michael. He found me while I was observing Lilith and her lover. I swore him to secrecy, but of course, his loyalty to the Celestial Realm had always been greater than his relations with other angels.”

Lucifer sighed, a melancholic smile dancing on his lips. “Michael… he was favoured by Father nearly as much as me. He went and told Him everything.”

Lucifer saw their eyes widening as realization dawned upon them. “Did He..?”

Lucifer nodded, watching from the corner of his eyes as they brought a hand up to their mouth, trying to conceal the shock they felt. Of course, no mortal would think that the highly exalted Creator would be so cruel to his own creations.

“It was Him who inflicted that incurable disease upon her lover.”

One sentence. Lucifer never knew uttering one sentence would feel so freeing. The burden on his shoulders had not lessened by any means, but now he didn’t feel as alone. “They made her choose between her love and the Celestial Realm. Lilith knew that it was a test. And she chose him.”

“The Angel Lilith is hereby sentenced to death for the crimes of stealing Celestial fruit and altering a human life.”

The courtroom was in an uproar, but Lucifer didn’t register any of it. He watched wordlessly as his sister, the youngest of his siblings, was led out of the courtroom, enchanted chains tying her hands and feet. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, and his blood ran cold at the expression on her face. It was as if she had already resigned herself to her fate.

Lucifer had never failed before, but they say even the mighty fall.

“I failed to protect her,” he breathed out, tears slowly falling from his garnet eyes. “I failed as her big brother.”

Lucifer walked through the corridors of the prison, an unpleasant feeling thrumming through his veins, begging to be freed. He had been to visit Lilith after the trial.

He knew of their scheme.

“You,” Lucifer spat out as Michael came into his line of vision, the latter turning to give him a fake, sympathetic smile. “How is she-”

“Don’t say a word, traitor.” Lucifer had thought he’d keep his word.

Michael’s expression became neutral. “That term is best used for the one inside the prison walls Lucifer,” he said calmly, his eyes taking in the other’s form.

“Why you little-”

“Now, now. There are people watching here. You wouldn’t want to sully your image in front of all these angels, now would you Lucifer?” Michael sneered, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

Lucifer felt their pity-filled gaze on him and looked away, some stubborn part of him still wishing to hide. That is until he felt their arms around him, their sweet and unique scent enveloping him like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer, chasing away the chill that had seeped into his bones and his heart.

And for the first time since the Fall, Lucifer let himself fall apart and truly grieve.

#obey me writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me lilith #obey me angst #obey me mc #gn!mc #gn!reader #lucifer #omswd lucifer

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