#and now everytime he kisses lucy he is always the one to go back for more smooches 😘

[leslieseveride]

tim went from not being able to even say aloud that him and lucy would have to kiss when going undercover to not being able to stop kissing her, i'm 😭😭😭😭😭

[koolades-world]

Keeping pictures of him as your lock screen <3

Lucifer

it’s a picture of the two of you, dressed up fancy. you're on luci's back, looking over his shoulder down at a puddle and an arm around his neck. lucifer is stepping over said puddle, both of his arms wrapped around your legs

diavolo took the picture since the three of you were going out after a long night at some big fancy party to get ice cream!

since the puddle was very wide and you didn't want to get your outfit wet, luci offered to carry you over! a gentleman

the two of you didn't even realize dia took it and you got the picture the next morning from him

however luci did buy the both of you ice cream with as many toppings as you both wanted

Mammon

it’s a picture of the two of you at the beach. both of you are half in the water and there’s water actively dripping down your bodies. your hair is plastered to your heads. you are smiling widely at the camera, both arms around his waist. mammon, however, looks caught off guard and is looking down at you instead of the camera. he looked oddly happy

after arriving to the beach, you insisted mammon put on sunscreen but he kept running away, insisting he was fine

sunscreen is important! not only to avoid burns but skin cancer! can demons even get skin cancer? anyways you half thought he thought he didn’t need it, half he didn’t want you touching him

to resolve the situation, he decided to dunk the both of you in the water, so now you couldn’t put on sunscreen

asmo took the photo, more than happy to embarrass his older brother. mammon demanded the photo be deleted but after you said you liked it, he stopped

Levi

it's a picture of him, napping on your bed holding his devilswitch. he's asleep on top of the covers with his headphones about to fall of his head. In levi’s hair, there are lots of little sparkly hair clips that looks like butterflies

his room was getting deep cleaned so he needed somewhere else to hide and who better to turn to?

before you had come back to find him like that, you had placed all the clips in his hair and while he complained, he didn’t stop you and continued playing his game

you originally left to make a quick store run for snacks and was out longer than intended due to shenanigans with the other brothers

after taking the picture, you threw a blanket over him incase he got cold and went back to what you were doing previously, waiting for his reaction once he woke up <3

Satan

it’s a picture of the two of you laying out on a blanket that’s laid on in the grass. satan has kisses in lipstick all over his face and he’s laughing, eyes shut. you’re laying basically on top of him, your face squished right next to his to fit in the frame. the lipstick in question is laying next to the two of you, the case catching the light.

he invited you on a picnic he set up and was very cute, but lucifer happened to walk by and throw some off putting comments at satan. obviously he was not happy

you took that picture after giving him a pep talk to give him the boost he needed because you wanted to remember that moment forever. it’s rare to see him so happy

he couldn’t stop giggling the entire time, so you actually reapplied the lipstick and kept going

you always tell him it’s a shame his eye weren’t open during that picture since you love them so much, which makes him flustered everytime. so, you have another picture from the same day as your home screen

Asmo

it’s a picture he might typically post on devilgram. he’s sitting at a table at a cafe with a cute drink with two straws in front of him. the photo is head on so parts of his surroundings are present. one of his hands is up, waving at the camera, but the other is on the table, holding your hand, your fingers intertwined.

he invited you out to this cafe that launched a drink he just had to have! he got the limited item, but he want to make it special by sharing it with you

you insisted it was fine and that you could get something else but he gave you the puppy eyes

he also refused to let go of your hand for the photo so you had to take the photo with one hand

after the photo he complimented you in your photo taking skills, and of course himself for how beautiful he looked. you promptly agreed with him, making him even happier <3

Beel

it’s a photo of the two of you right after beel won a fangoal game! he’s in his uniform and is clearly sweaty. in one arm is the trophy, but in his other is you. you’re sitting on his arm and he’s holding you close to him. you’re pressing a kiss on his cheek, and he looks shocked.

you were rooting for him the entire game especially since this was the championship game. you knew he was going to win but that didn’t stop you from being the loudest voice in the crowd to cheer for him

after his winning goal, and he accepted the trophy, people wanted to take pictures. he refused unless you were allowed to be in them since it was his first big game with you there

you decided to kiss him last minute, but you thought he deserved it

of course another one was taken for official reasons where it was just you two smiling, but Beel promptly found a way to get the first picture to frame it and put it on his bedside table next to a picture of him and belphie

Belphie

it’s a picture of the two of you in a study hall class. other students can be seen in front of and around you, but that table was just the two of you. belphie is asleep, as usual, but he’s laid out in your lap. you’re reading a book for class, with some colorful sticky tabs and a pen sitting next to both of you. your RAD jacket was laid over him and you had a hand under his head

belphie thought study halls were dumb and used it as nap time, which is what he did in most classes, but you actually had work to get done

you had originally wanted to leave annotation for the book for you own use but belphie had decided to cuddle up with you, so that made it hard

when he inevitably fell asleep, you felt bad and put your jacket over him. at some point you absent mindedly started petting his hair

he still claims to this day that was the best he had ever slept

[miley1442111]

hi!!!!! I love your writing so much, and I loved insomniac, and i was wondering if we could get some more aaron and insomniac reader? I just thought it was so cute!!

thank you ml!

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treatment plan (part 1)- a.hotchner

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a/n: thank you so much for requesting, I love this series (as a fellow insomnia girly)

summary: aaron oversteps and it starts a fight.

pairing: aaron hotchner x insomnia! reader

warnings: angst, discussions of insomnia and feeling 'different' because of it, mental health, crying, no happy ending, aaron is an asshole, fighting

part of this au:

insomniac

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Aaron didn’t always know what to do in these situations. He’d never had trouble sleeping, he was lucky like that. He realised very early into your relationship that he was lucky. He didn’t stay up for the simple fact of not being able to sleep often, he wasn’t worrying constantly about whether or not he’d get enough sleep to function the next day, he wasn’t brought to doctor after doctor only to be told the same thing time and again. “Sorry, we can’t help you,” or “No one here specialises in that,” or, his personal least favourite; “You can’t be helped, sorry.”

He knew he was lucky he didn’t have to go through the things you did. He didn’t have to worry about what insomnia would mean for his future health, what not sleeping would do to his body. 

You weren’t lucky. 

Every night was a battle, ever since you were a kid. You’d kick and scream, and even now, often you’d end up in tears. It was awful, and incurable somehow, at least in your case.

Yet, Aaron didn’t want to stop looking for a solution, and that’s how you ended up sleeping at Penelope’s place, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy, and a dumb rom-com on the TV. 

Fuck him. 

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4 hours earlier. 

Aaron walked into your shared home with his briefcase in his hand. You’d gotten off work an hour ago and come home to cook dinner. You were in the kitchen.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked in. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then smiled down at you. 

“How are you?” he asked, but everytime he asked, there was another question underneath it, one he’d stopped asking because it would always end in a fight. ‘Did you sleep?’ 

Aaron had left early that morning, and he felt good when he saw you asleep in your bed, and he was as silent as humanly possible while getting ready, so he’d hoped he hadn’t woken you. 

“Fine,” you nodded, going back to your cooking. “Work was boring, but Lucy’s leaving so we have to go to her farewell party on Friday- if you’re around-”

“You have the sleep test on Friday night honey, we can’t go, remember?” 

You sighed. “I cancelled it. I can always do it another time.”

Aaron was in shock. You’d cancelled the appointment? The appointment that was there to help you, to help you feel better. “Why would you do that Bug?”

“Because Lucy is one of my best friends, plus it’s not like the sleep test is going to work, so it doesn’t matter,” you shrugged and Aaron felt his blood boil. 

In recent months, you’d become what he would call ‘complacent’ with your condition. You saw it as accepting it. After years of being told you were incurable, why should you search for a cure? They were the professionals, and you’d seen more than 60 doctors about this, in your entire lifetime. That didn’t bode well with Aaron. He would fight to the ends of the Earth for you, and he planned on trying to fight this for as long as it took, but that would only work if you were fighting too, which you weren’t. 

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. “We were on that waitlist for a year Y/n.”

“I was on that waitlist for a year, and I decided I don’t want to do it anymore, it’s my health,” you shrugged and served him up his plate. “Now tell me about your day.”

“We still need to talk about this,” he scolded, sitting across from you at your kitchen table. “You just decided to stop treatment?” His eyes were darker than usual, his signature 'negotiating stare’ trying to make you feel small. Not that Aaron himself was trying to make you small, just that you always felt… different when he looked at you like that. Strange. 

“I don’t know why you can’t grasp that I’ve accepted my condition?” You scoffed. “You don’t need to worry anymore, maybe this will be good for me! I’m always so worried, and so are you, even Jack notices it for fuck’s sake! My insomnia has controlled my entire fucking life, and I’m sick of it, so yes Aaron, I decided to stop treatment,” you weren’t exactly shouting, but you weren’t calm and collected. You were at your wits end, completely. You hadn’t slept in two days, you were bordering on exhausted, and you planned to take one of the sleeping pills you had, (even though you’re slightly allergic), an allergy medication, and sleep for 15 hours straight. You were very happy Jack wasn’t meant to be back from his cousin’s house until at least after 4pm tomorrow. 

“That sleep study is the closest we’ve ever been! Why would you cancel it? I understand you’re frustrated-” he started, but you cut him off. 

“You don’t understand Aaron. You don’t understand. How could you? When you go to sleep, it’s simply that, sleep. To me it’s so much more, so much anxiety, so many negative thoughts, so much awful shit, so many shitty sleeples nights since I was a fucking kid! And you don’t understand that, and I'm not asking you to, but I’m asking you to accept my decision over my body Aaron. I can’t deal with this anxiety anymore around something as simple as sleeping. I feel like I have no control anymore, so this is me taking back control Aaron-” You felt yourself welling up with tears. His face was set in stone, silently judging you.

“There’s better ways to take back control of your life Y/n-”

“Tell me!” you shouted. He stayed silent. “Exactly.”

“This isn’t healthy, you’re going to hurt yourself more Y/n,” he cautioned and you scoffed, a sick smile on your face, bred from your frustration and desperation. 

“Aaron, what more damage can I do to myself?-”

“I don’t want to wake up someday and have you not remember me!” He shouted. That was low. You were terrified of memory loss diseases like Alzheimer’s and Dementia. 

You stared at him for a minute, small tears pushing past your ‘emotionless’ exterior. “That was low Aaron.” 

“It’s the truth.” 

“No it’s not, it’s your truth. Don’t mix that up,” you cautioned. 

“Am I not allowed to be worried about my fiance?” he asked, but in that stupid condescending voice that made you want to smack him. 

“Aaron please just stop,” you groaned, looking down into your food. This was going to turn into a lecture. This was going to break you. You were right on the edge, hanging on by a thread. And Aaron cut it clean with his next words. 

“You’re being selfish.” 

You blocked the rest of his speech out. Selfish. You were selfish. Selfish was silently crying so he could sleep. Selfish was indulging every single one of his stupid sleep tests and doctors even if you were in pain and exhausted. Selfish was being poked and prodded by doctor after doctor that he brought you to, in hopes of finding a cure. Selfish was hiding your condition’s worst parts (migraines, mood swings, anxiety, memory loss,and everything else) so he wouldn’t worry.

Right, you were selfish. 

You got up and grabbed your jacket, keys, and phone, and you left the house. You ran into your car, Aaron hot on your heels with his booming voice screaming over you, pushing you further. Your car was cold, thus the pleasures of Washington. You shrugged it off and started driving, Aaron was trying to stop you, you didn’t let him. 

Fuck him, he was the selfish one. 

You drove to Penelope’s without another thought, just letting yourself cry. You couldn’t let this condition define you anymore, and you won’t let it define your relationship either. If Aaron didn’t understand that, maybe he wasn’t the right one. 

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With the shitty rom-com over and Penelope heading for bed, you made your makeshift bed on the couch, and tried as hard as you could to sleep, but you ended up just thinking about it all, all night long. 

What a great Friday night.

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🌼☕` Down Feathers `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Lucifer

A/N - I don't want to talk about what my search history looks like after this, your welcome

Lucifer is a curious creature. Everytime you think (foolishly) that you've figured him out, he surprises you. Once a trait that made you a little uneasy, you have long learned that the day you pin down Lucifer exactly is the day hell freezes over, and once frustrating is now endearing.

HE was the one that gave birth to Charlie? Alright, He sometimes sleeps as a snake? Cute! He's an archangel? Might as well be.

He, despite not being aware of it, is an enigma you ponder daily. Your thoughts are full of adoration and questions that will likely never be answered. Slightly strange behavior for him has now become quite normal, so when one evening after a dinner by the fire place that crackled in his room at the hotel his eyes couldn't seem to land directly on you, you began to fret that for the first time, you were the one to surprise him.

"You.. you want to preen my wings?" His words were somewhere between a gasp and a whisper.

"If it's alright with you-!" You say a little to quickly for either of your comforts. "I- i just thought, I don't know, you do it yourself every month or so and you're always so tired afterwards so I thought that I could help."

He blinked at you.

"Say something please."

"Right, right," He let out a breath like he had forgotten he needed to. "That would be.. nice, but you don't have to."

"I want to, I want to help you."

"Okay."

This is how you found yourself straddling his back, his three sets of wings relaxing over his now shirtless back. You smoothed your hands over the porcelain, flawless skin of his back. he shuddered at your feather-light touch.

"So.. should I start from the top down or down to the top?" You probably should have done some research on how to preen bird feathers before this but, in your honest defense, he was the one who pulled you onto the bed. You weren't sure how his shirt disappeared in the ten steps to his bed but it was gone and you were not complaining.

"I don't care as long as you're hands are on me.." he sighed, shifting under you to fold his arms under his head, his golden locks falling around his face as he gazed back at you with half-lidded eyes. You shrug lazily at him.

"Just let me know if I'm hurting you, k?"

"And if I like it?" He grinned at you, you rolled your eyes.

"Maybe keep that to yourself."

His wings twitched and fluttered impatiently until your hands slid back up the smooth of his back, taking a detour to follow the arch of the bone and cartilage of his top wings. You worked slowly at first. Pulling out loose feathers, as he patiently instructed, straightening out any stray feathers that weren't quite ready to come out but weren't in the right place.

So focused on doing a good, painless, job you didn't notice until you reached his second set of wings that He was smiling. You couldn't help but smile a bit, forgetting that he could see you.

"What are you smiling about back there?"

"You." You say simply, leaning down to kiss in between his shoulder blades before fixing any more of his feathers. He looked like he had some sort of retort, but he melted into your touch quicker than he could get out any sassy remark.

The other two sets of wings went far faster now that you had grown some confidence in your actions. It wasn't long until you were finished, and you swung your leg over to climb off him. His eyes snapped open, for a moment you fear you had been kneeling on one of his wings.

"Where are you going?" He sat up, his wings fluttering, stretching out in all of their glory before folding and subsequently disappearing behind his back.

"I'm laying down Luci." You tease, he huffs. pulling you into what you thought was a hug until he fell back onto the mattress, his arms wrapped around your neck as he laid your head on his chest.

"mmf, say less." He murmured, now back at ease as the panic that was in his eyes moments ago melted into a look of adoration. You nod, and let your body relax entirely, his hands rubbing soft, comforting circles into your back, doing his own sort of preening as you fell into a dreamless sleep.

[sc0tters]

omg amber your effort on today’s daily thought was insane tysm!! IF you’ve got the energy for it, i’d love to know the opposite—what part of the boys do our girls love most?

Oooo this one sounds like fun! We are currently meant to have an off day but I’m off to bed and it’s past midnight so technically I’m back to writing…

Jamie loves Gabe’s hair! Like getting to run her fingers through it makes her so happy

Sydney is in awe of Matts height and the size of him in general. Like his hands make her look like a baby and then the fact that he can just throw her over his shoulder will always make her squirm

Gracie loves Elias’ hands because he is always touching her. Most of the time it’s not even weird, he’s usually tracing shapes the inside of her thigh or will just leave his hand resting there to occasionally give it a squeeze incase they have been listening to a long conversation where he hasn’t been able to talk to her.

Victoria loves the freckles Phil gets in the summer cause she can just sit on his lap and kiss his skin as she counts them. But she also really likes how pretty his hand looks now that it has his promise ring on his ring finger.

Rouge used to think it was his hair but now it has to be his lips. Whenever they’re alone he’s constantly kissing her skin making her squirm, but a close second is his thighs because if she’s been overly bratty that night he will not hesitate to put her over it and make her push herself to come with no help from him.

Buzz loves Jamie’s eyes and Cams smile, like those are her boys and she only ever wants to see them happy.

Blair’s has to be his skin. Some nights all she wants is him on her and when she gets to see the tattoos he’s gotten because of her it makes her get all gushy

Maya loves how Johns curls have become Auggies curls too.

Camille loves Sidney’s hands. Everytime she was sore in a pregnancy he was massaging her body whenever she needed it.

Charlotte is stuck between two, she loves his arms because he gives her the best hugs but she also selfishly loves his chest because there is something about it that gets her going. She hasn’t told Jake but she’d love to try riding it one day.

Amelia is IN LOVE with Masons eyes, like Caleb got them so she will forever adore that

Maddie likes Mats arms because when he gets clingy and doesn’t want her to leave he’s always trying to trap her under his body.

Ellie loves Ethan and Marks hands, like she wants them on her 24/7.

Emma loves Jacobs body, his build is so much bigger than hers so sometimes he is just her big baby

Adelia loves Jeremy’s face, like this man could pull any expression and have her in his arms within seconds. That sex strike was hard!

Thea loves Oliver’s hair, like whenever he hugs her it tickles her skin.

Tate loves Jimmys hands, hello she wants them on her all the time.

Astrid loves Ethan’s mouth, that man is talented and he knows it.

Lillian loves Cutter thighs, like usually he’s pulling her into his lap to sit because he doesn’t want her anywhere else that isn’t close to him.

Junior loves Wills hair! Like all she wants is to tug her fingers through that mess

Fran loves Nicks eyes because she hopes her kids will get them.

Darcy loves Cole’s height, he’s her short king and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Alana LOVES Jurajs height! Like that man towers over her and she loves it

Codie loves how Ryan’s hair falls in his face and cuts him off when he’s talking

Kennedy loves Jacks eyes because she feels like they can stare into her soul and on top of that her baby got them too.

Allie loves Luke’s curls, after a rough day his head is in her lap getting head scratches because he wants to feel better.

Lucie loves Steve’s hand. When he got sick she would always try to talk to him with her hand on his trying to get a response so now as he has his hand constantly either on her or her thigh she knows he’s okay now.

Matilda loves Willys beard, it tickles when he talks to her

Lilah loves Matthews hair, she always ends up with it in her face when they’re sleeping in the couch but she wouldn’t have it another way.

Sabrina loves Adams smile, to her it’s so contagious

Parker loves Cole’s fingers and how skilled he is with them.

Scottie loves Nicks hands, when they are finally good with each other he wants to constantly hold her to make up for the time they lost.

Marisa LOVES Gavin’s hair, she thinks he’s adorable but that might be her favourite part.

Emmy loves Rutgers smile, like he’s always her happy boy

Abigail loves Marks hair, she is a sucker for tugging at it

Liana loves Seamus’ smile. She thinks it can light up a room sometimes.

Ava loves Ryan’s hands, this man won’t hesitate to pull her close to him if she’s being bratty

Bailey loved Wills eyes, after all Max got them

Erin loves Drew’s face, like she just loves smothering him in kisses.

Bianca loves Nicos smile, she thinks it reminds her of how kind the captain is and for that he deserves all the love in the world

Julie loved Timos hands, he’s her big strong man and feels the need to tell him all the time.

Mila loves Jacks thighs, he knows how to make her feel good with them when he’s trying to seem stronger than her.

Isabel loves how Luke towers over her so as he hugs her he has to basically crunch himself to get to her.

[evansbby]

“this book is so good and the themes are so apt and the author is a genius and I don’t know how to explain this so it is overwhelming me” type of feeling//

You’re literally reading my mind rn because this is exactly how i felt!! Like I remember after reading tbosas again a few months ago, I just sat there on my bed staring at the wall for like 10 minutes because I didn’t know what to do with myself😭😭 I wish I could go back and read it for the first time tbh. But I absolutely LOVED Lucy, and I felt so bad for her, you have no idea😭 My baby deserved better. I legitimately cried when I was nearing the end of the book because I was also so delusional, telling myself that Snow and Lucy would have a happy ending together when I KNEW that Snow never deserved her and that he was so toxic. I do think Snow loved Lucy at some point but he thought he was weak for loving her, and that BROKE me😭

And don’t get me started on Sejanus because I’ll start crying again if I think about him. I literally cried for like 10/15 minutes bc I felt so bad! Shit was so intense I could feel it in my chest. I still don’t know how Snow could betray him like that just for power, especially after making Sejanus believe they were best friends since they were kids. Props to Suzanne Collins on how she described their relationship because I bawled my eyes out reading about his death, and especially his last words💔💔💔

I have to stop myself otherwise, I’ll start ranting and then I’m going to cry thinking about the last 100 pages or something😭😭 But do you also just feel this pang of hurt in your chest everytime you think about Lucy or Sejanus because my heart hurts for them. And just this overwhelming feeling of betrayal. I can’t😭😭😭

(Also thank you🩷🩷 Exams are stressing the shit out of me but thank god it’s done now🥲 I legit almost started crying when I was walking to the lecture hall)

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No please now I’m getting emotionally invested all over again 😭😭

Sejanus WAS Snow’s best friend, whether Snow wants to admit that or not. Snow always inwardly hated him but based on his behaviour towards Sejanus, he was literally the only one who acted like a friend to him (up until the end… when you really think the two of them have bonded low-key despite Snow inwardly still scorning him… you still think they’re sort of bffs now… and then the betrayal is so awful and hits so hard 😭😭🥲🥲)

I’m literally the same as you! After I finished tbosas I just started at my wall and my heart hurt so much 😭😭 bc how could a person be SO CRUEL??! To the girl he loved no less??? The whole third act is so cute like when Snow and Lucy reunite in the meadow??? The same Katniss and Peeta meadow??? 😭😭😭😭 I thought it was so cute and ugh!!! The parts of Lucy and Snow in district 12 is my fav part of the whole book!

But also… it’s crazy how possessive Snow was in his narration. Always calling her “his girl” and just AHHHH I really thought she could change him 😭😭😭😭😭 and their first kiss 🥲🥲🥲 BUT IT WAS NEVER REALLY LOVE FROM HIS END, JUST A NEED TO POSSESS HER AND I HATE THAT! Bc I low-key think a part of him truly loved her and he squashed that out bc he thought it made him weak 😭😭😭

And yes I do feel the pang of hurt when I think about those two. That whole book’s last part makes me feel sick.

I URGE ANYONE WHO HASNT READ TBOSAS TO PLEASE READ IT!!!

[fruity-five]

DAILY LUMITRI, DAY 4 (NOT LUMITRI!!!)

WRITTEN: 12/03/23 (EDITED: 04/20/24)

- Stickers, Dimitri & Aleda (C&R)

NOTE: Aleda is Lucy’s little sister, we’ve just aged her down a lot in this AU so that she’d be a kid again! In the normal AU she’s an adult

Dimitri almost ran into her mailbox with how fast she was parking, but he paid no mind to that fact, as he was too excited to be patient. He was quick to get out of the car, shutting and locking it before stumbling through the front door, almost immediately calling out to let everyone know he was back. “I’m home!”

He didn't wait for a response, though, removing his shoes and setting them in their spot next to the door—albeit a bit messily—before hurrying to Aleda’s room. The door was already cracked open a bit, but he knocked anyway just to be sure and heard a quiet “come in.”

He did so, smiling and waving at her from where she sat. “Hey, princess. How are you?” He asked, now standing beside her and receiving a smile back from her. “‘M good,” she paused, eyeing the bag he held in his hand before looking up at her suspiciously. “What’s that?” She asked slowly, ready to scold him if it was something expensive again.

“Got you a surprise, hon! Wanted to see if you liked ‘em before I went and put ‘em all on myself,” he chuckled, taking a seat on the floor next to her bed and earning a frown from her immediately.

“What’re you doing? Get up here,” Aleda ordered, scooting over and patting the space next to her, to which he rolled his eyes at. “I don’t need to take up your space everytime I come in here, bud,” he said with a chuckle and shake of his head. He looked up due to the lack of response, only to find her glaring and pointing sternly at the empty spot on her bed. He groaned, “fine, fine!” Grunting, she stood up again and sat next to the other, rubbing her head.

“Better, your majesty?” She only smiled and moved closer to lean into his touch, nodding. “Much. Now hurry up, I wanna see,” she grinned, making grabby hands towards the bag he held away from her. She laughed, setting it in his lap and pulling out a few of its contents. “Okay, Ms. Patience,” He teased, setting them in her lap and booping her nose before waiting for her reaction.

It didn’t take long to process what they were, and she picked up the stickers in surprise. “Wh- more? D, you’ve already gotten me stickers, like— last week! I’m gonna be rich in these damn things if you keep this up,” she said, looking through them and picking out her favourites.

She frowned, “You don’t like them? I-I can go back and get different ones if you want, it’s okay,” he reached out to take them from her, but she pulled her hands away and glared at him. “No, they’re mine, go away.”

He blinked, quiet for a few seconds before laughing. “You scared me for a minute there, Leds!” He said, gaining a smile from Aleda as well while she continued picking from the small pile. “I noticed the stickers on your wheelchair were starting to peel, so I wanted to get you some new ones,” she admitted, leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Dimitri looked to the side, sighing. “And I may or may not have gotten you new wheel covers… But it wasn’t my fault! They were pink with little kitties on them and they were so cute!!” He whined, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into a hug.

She smiled brightly, turning her face so it was facing his chest in an attempt to hide how happy she was. “I appreciate it, but you need to stop spending so much money on unnecessary stuff. I don’t need any of that shit,” she said, though her efforts proced to be fruitless as you could hear the grin in her voice.

“It wasn’t unnecessary! This one’ll match more of your outfits!” He argued, giving a fake and squeezing her even tighter, receiving a sigh and softer smile from her.

“Thank you, D.”

He gave one back, giving himself a few moments to take in and really appreciate this moment, just as she always did.

“Anything for my princess.”

- 🍊

[brummiereader]

@emotionalcadaver my evil laugh while reading about how much Lucy has pissed Luca off...

Honestly, this chapter was a welcome breather after the emotions the last one evoked in me 😩💔.

I thoroughly enjoyed pacing Luca realising how much he royally fucked up! It was delicious 😂😈. "Luca paced back and forth like a caged tiger, fingers flexing into fists at his sides, shoes threatening to wear a hole through the lush red rugs covering the floor" aw poor Luca, look what little Lucy has done to you. She's got you all worked up 😂.

As much I enjoy reveling in my "told you so" moment, his comments about how he plans to hurt Lucy sent a shiver down my spine. But this even more so, has my stomach doing summersaults...She may have access to information that could come in handy, and it was always possible that Shelby or Winters would pay her a visit there. Lizzie best not double cross them now she's bitter about Tommy's stance on their relationship, and that his loyalties still lie with Lucy. Knowing her track record of nasty insults, I wonder how far Lizzie would go to push Lucy out of Tommy's life 😬.

She was starting to suspect that his chosen method for making up to her for the whole mess was through orgasms. Well if this doesn't scream Tommy, then I don't what else would 😂. He was the same with Grace on their wedding day. He doesn't know what to do with the heavy emotional side of his brain, so, he lets all the blood run south instead 🤭. I actually found this pretty cute. And I love that he's so determined in every possible way, to show her how much he's obsessed with her. I really hope that for now, this is enough for Lucy to realise that she comes first. My heart aches for her everytime she starts to doubt his loyalty, and love.

it would probably be a bad idea to speak to her until she could trust herself to handle any emotional outbursts or verbal jabs Lizzie hurled her way without either bursting into tears or saying something she’d regret. She has more restraint than me, I would have lunged at her already if she said half the stuff she's said to Lucy to me 😤. I commend her maturity, something I think Tommy appreciates too. You can tell he's got no time for a woman like Lizzie and the games she wants to play. He wants a drama free relationship, not a high school one 😬.

she couldn’t help but feel as if she were trapped in limbo. Holding her breath. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Lucy 💔. I gotta admit, I feel like I'm matching her feelings sometimes. Because I too feel a little in limbo with how things will play out. I'm nervous about how Tommy will be with Lucy when he meets his child, my heart will utterly break if he pushes her away, even for a second. My poor Lucy 😭. At least in this moment he realised how those nagging feelings were creeping up on her. I just hope he continues to put her feelings first throughout this whole ordeal.

Tommy came to sit down beside her, the toe of his shoe rubbed rhythmically at her calf under the tablecloth. Arghh 😩!! Melting, absolutely melting at this little detail 😍.

Another one that had me grinning..."From over Jessie’s shoulder, Tommy shot her a knowing, moderately mischievous look that had her rolling her eyes fondly and smiling at him. He blew her a subtle kiss" i can never EVER get enough of playful cheeky Tommy. I love his flirtyness with Lucy in this part 🥰.

"The minute that the door closed, Tommy had her back pressed up against it, spreading kisses all along the length of her neck and shoulder" I just knew those naughty glances at Lucy would result in him getting to it the moment they were alone 🤦🏼‍♀️🤭! He's insatiable 🥵.

I really loved this chapter, Laur! I think it's a great way to break up the heavier parts. Plus, I can't get enough of these intimate, loving moments between them ❤️.

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Plots are made. 

Word Count: 4,157

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut and references to pregnancy, violence, castration, and sexual assault.

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Chapter 19: A Top Hat & A Coconut

Luca paced back and forth like a caged tiger, fingers flexing into fists at his sides, shoes threatening to wear a hole through the lush red rugs covering the floor of the suite that had been his lodgings since coming to Birmingham. His teeth gnawed at the toothpick wedged between them, threatening to break the delicate bit of wood in two.  

A good many of his men were dead. Because he’s made a mistake. Because there had been one piece of advice from his mother that he had not headed: 

Beware the red haired woman.

It had been Winters, not the Golds like he’d initially thought, who had killed Alessio. The severed head that she’d thrown at him just before he was able to put a bullet between Shelby’s eyes was proof of that. 

His jaw flexed at the memory of the wet sound Frankie’s head had made as it bounced along the cobblestones to rest at his feet; lifeless eyes, still filled with pain and terror, staring up at him.

He wanted to kill her. No, more than that, he wanted to hurt her. It would not be a quick death. After what she’d done to his men? To his family? To the people of this city? No; Lucy Winters needed to suffer. Badly. 

And hurting her was guaranteed to hurt Shelby, too. She was his closest confidant. The only one he’d trusted to be there with him during the ambush. Even if they weren’t lovers–of which Luca was positive that they were–the loss of her would be devastating for him.    

He had been mulling over a few ideas of what exactly to do to her since getting back from the botched ambush. Bloody, gruesome fantasies that had a satisfied smile curving at the edges of his lips. 

His mother had told him of Winters’s past. A violent assault that had left her scarred both inside and out. Perhaps there was something there that he could use.   

Of course, getting her away from Shelby would not be easy. The pair were practically attached at the hip. That was the primary problem that needed to be solved. The rest would come easily, once he had his hands on her. 

But no matter what, the Red Demon needed to be dealt with. Before she caused anymore damage. 

“Boss?”

He turned at the sound of Matteo’s voice, the man hovering uncertainly in the doorway. Beckoning him in with a grunt and a gesture of his toothpick, Luca forced himself to halt his ceaseless pacing, instead lowering down into the couch. Matteo sat in the chair across from him. 

“What did you find?”

Matteo’s gloved hands fumbled together as he interlaced his fingers in his lap. 

“We found a gardener.”

Luca’s brows raised when he did not immediately provide any elaboration. “And?”

“His son was killed by Winters shortly after she first arrived in Small Heath.”

“Who was his son?”

“Nobody. Some trouble maker who was accused of raping a local girl. Winters heard about it and decided as retribution to castrate him. His name was Xavier Smith.”

Luca hummed. Yet another bloody mark beside Lucy Winters’s name. The woman had been busy in the years since she’d showed up in Small Heath, it would seem. 

“Mr. Smith thinks that if we can provide him with a false identity, he could get a job working at the home that Shelby just bought for his former secretary, Lizzie Stark.”

Luca raised an eyebrow “Former? Last I checked she was still working for him.”

Matteo shook his head. “An advert just went into the paper a few days ago for her old job.” He sighed. “Not that that’s much use to us. I thought about trying to get one of our people in there, but Winters is doing the interviews and background checks, and word is she’s being very thorough. 

“Why the hell would Shelby buy Lizzie Stark a house?”

Matteo shrugged. “We don’t know.”

Luca frowned, but decided to shrug the detail away. Plenty of employers, especially in their particular line of business, bought their employees–and even former employees–special things to encourage loyalty. Shaking his head, he put the Stark woman and the peculiarities of her living arrangements out of his head. She was not the priority. 

“Won’t Shelby and his people recognize him?”

“It’s been so many years, the man has aged and changed his appearance by shaving his beard and head. And he never treated with them, not even once. It’s unlikely that they’ll know him.”

“They didn’t pay him for his son’s death?” That was custom, like what they’d done with Mrs. Ross after Arthur Shelby beat her son to death in a boxing match. 

“It wasn’t an accident, like Mrs. Ross’s son was. And Mr. Smith never approached them about it. He was too scared.”

“Hm,” he considered, rolling the toothpick between his fingers. It was doubtful that they would get anything of much value out of having someone stationed at Miss. Stark’s home, but it might still be useful. She may have access to information that could come in handy, and it was always possible that Shelby or Winters would pay her a visit there. And it would make it easy, when the time came to take care of her, or if they needed to take someone from the family hostage. And it would be of little consequence or harm to them if the spy got caught and killed. “Alright. Talk to Sabini’s men, they can manage getting a new identity made up for him.”

“Yes, sir,” Matteo stood, doing up the button on his suit jacket. Luca glanced out the window, mind again returning to its endless pit of ideas for what to do about Tommy Shelby’s little demon. 

“And Matteo?”

He turned back from where he was almost at the doorway, curious. “Yes?”

“When you get back, you and I are going to take a look at a couple churches around here.”

“Churches, Luca?”

“Mhm. The basements, in particular.” 

∗ ∗ ∗

Lucy woke up as she had every other morning since she and Tommy had learned the news about Lizzie’s pregnancy: with soft kisses peppered to the delicate skin of her neck, and Tommy’s huge hand running down her body to sneak between her legs. 

She was starting to suspect that his chosen method for making up to her for the whole mess was through orgasms. 

“Mm. Good morning to you, too,” she mumbled, stretching and opening her legs wider to give her easier access. His lips curved up against her neck, her breath stuttering as he sucked a dark mark into the skin there, soothing the love bite with his tongue. Lucy sighed blissfully at the way that his fingers circled lazily around her clit, tentatively dipping into her core to test how wet she was. 

“Good morning,” he purred, raising his face to kiss her properly on the mouth. Lucy hummed into the kiss, cupping the back of his head. Her lips parted with a soft gasp when he slipped one thick finger into her, and Tommy took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with hers, kissing her slow and easy. 

As he worked his way down her body, Lucy craned her head to watch him, fingers combing affectionately through his long dark hair while she shuddered at the way he pressed gentle kisses into her skin, nudging her legs further apart so that he could slot his body between them. 

At the first touch of his tongue to her clit, she let her head loll back against the pillows with a soft moan, allowing him to hook her thighs up over his shoulders while her eyes rolled in her head. He had always been dangerously talented with his tongue. 

He had been doting on her. Bringing her fresh flowers nearly everyday, buying her little gifts like perfumes, jewelry, and trinkets. And he was almost always touching her, be that just holding her hand during their walks around town or pulling her into his lap while he sat at his desk working on business. 

Sadness over what was happening still prickled at her heart, but the constant reminders of his love and desire to have her close helped. And she appreciated how insistent he was on making sure that she knew just how important her presence in his life was to him.    

“A-ah…” her back arched, fingers gripping tighter into his hair as her orgasm drew near, Tommy slipping a second finger inside her and doubling his efforts, laving at her clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. Her thighs spasmed, twitching with the sparks of pleasure going through her, and the first waves of release rushed over her like a tsunami, leaving her helpless to do much more than moan and latch onto Tommy’s head for purchase while he guided her through it.  

He rested his cheek against her thigh while she finished coming down, watching her with a small, wistful smile on his face, turning his face to nuzzle and kiss at her inner thigh when their eyes met. As if he were bashful at getting caught staring at her like that. Snatching at his shoulders, Lucy pulled on him lightly, encouraging him to crawl back up her body. 

“Come here,” she whispered, drawing his mouth down to hers for a kiss, tasting the sweetness of her release still on his tongue. Tommy curled around her, cupping the side of her face and making a soft purring sound that buzzed in his chest under her palms.  

“What time do we need to be at the boxing ring?” she asked once they’d broken apart, brushing a few tendrils of dark fringe off of his forehead. Tommy frowned, glancing over at the clock hanging on the wall. 

“Not for another hour and a half.” Angling his head back down, he kissed her slowly, nipping languidly on her lower lip, letting it go with a soft pop. Adjusting himself over her, he grunted quietly when she looped her legs around his hips, heels pressing into his ass. With a flex of her thigh muscles she pulled him closer, his hardened cock bumping against her entrance. “We’ve got time.” One of his hands reached down, taking hold of himself so he could guide the leaking tip of his erection to her opening. 

She hummed blissfully, arms wrapping around his neck, bringing his mouth down to slant over hers as he sheathed himself inside her.   

∗ ∗ ∗

She stood beside Tommy, arms looped through his as they watched Bonnie train in the ring, Maine shouting orders to him from the sidelines. Lucy leaned her cheek against Tommy’s shoulder, drawing in the scent of his cologne and lingering smoke. Checking his watch, he gave a little jerk of his head towards the door.

“We have to go.”

She nodded, loosening her grip and falling into step beside him towards the exit. 

“I’d say that he’s almost ready,” she commented once they were outside, walking the familiar path back to the office. It was getting dark, the sun sinking below the horizon steadily. 

“Yes,” Tommy agreed, lighting another cigarette. 

“Any word from Alfie?”

He frowned, staring across the street. “No; nothing.”

“That’s a little odd, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “But, so long as he and his men are there on the day of the match, I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, gaze averting down to the ground. “How are the interviews for a new secretary going?”

Lucy swallowed dryly. Lizzie would no longer be working in the office. She hadn’t been fired, exactly, but Tommy didn’t want her working while pregnant, and considering the money he would be sending her for the remainder of their lives, she would have no need for employment anymore. Which meant that they needed to find someone to replace her. 

It was terrible to say, but a part of her was relieved to not have Lizzie in the office anymore. They no longer had to tiptoe around for fear of setting her off, and Lucy simply wasn’t ready to face her, yet. She knew that she would have to eventually, but she was still so raw from the whole thing, it would probably be a bad idea to speak to her until she could trust herself to handle any emotional outbursts or verbal jabs Lizzie hurled her way without either bursting into tears or saying something she’d regret. 

“Fine. I haven’t really found anyone I like yet. Everyone is either too inexperienced or too…moral for the type of work we’d sometimes need them to turn a blind eye to.”

He nodded. “Take your time. There’s no real rush. The other girls in the office can cover the additional work temporarily.”

“Right.”

By the time they made it back to the office, it was almost wholly dark, the streetlamps starting to flicker on. Tommy held open the door for her, his hand warm against her shoulder blade as he steered her inside. 

The girls who worked in the office had all already gone home, but the door was unlocked, the light in his office on. Ada was seated at his chair behind the desk, painted red lips downturned into a frown. 

Lucy sat down at the table by the fireplace while he and Ada talked about Ben Younger and the ordeal Ada had just been put through by his soldiers. Tommy set a glass of whiskey down on the table for her before going to sit in the chair in front of the desk. 

She didn’t listen too closely to the conversation, instead kneeling by the fireplace, fishing her lighter from her trousers pocket to light the wood piled within it, blowing on the smoldering embers until the flames properly caught. Sinking back into her chair, she watched the orange and yellow licks of fire dance across the wood and coal, fingers playing with her rings and fumbling at the edges of her whiskey glass.

Despite everything, all the gifts, doting, affection, and sex, she couldn’t help but feel as if she were trapped in limbo. Holding her breath. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Tommy to sit her down, take her gently by the hands, and explain that he could not be with her anymore. Maybe that the baby had made him realize that his feelings for Lizzie ran deeper than he knew. That he had to at least try with her. 

Lucy pursed her lips to keep from crying, swirling the whiskey around miserably in her glass. At Tommy’s mention to Ada of the dinner they had planned with Jessie Eden, she took a long swallow of amber, and wondered what Lizzie would think if she knew that the father of her child was about to rendezvous with another woman he fully intended to fuck solely for business purposes. 

Probably something similar to what she thought about him still fucking Lucy. Guilt made her stomach turn so violently that for a moment she thought she might puke up the whiskey she’d just drank.   

“Lucy?” Tommy came over to her after Ada left, his large hand resting tentatively on her shoulder. Clearing her throat, she forced her features into a neutral expression, peering up at him. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” Looking back at the whiskey, she swirled the amber liquid before taking another sip. “Dinner is tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.” Even though she was no longer looking at him, she could sense him still staring at her face, assessing and analyzing her features. He sank into the chair next to her with a soft groan, leaning back with his cigarette between his fingers, staring at the fire with her. “We could postpone if it’s too soon…” he began to offer, but she shook her head.

“No, it’s alright.” She managed a tiny smile. “Just try not to knock this one up too, yeah?”

His brow raised, one side of his lips twitching upwards at the teasing in her tone. Uncrossing his legs, he opened his arms, beckoning her to him. 

“Come here.”

The fine crystal of the whiskey glass clinked lightly against the glossy wood of the table when she set it down. Raising from her chair, she let him draw her into his lap, sighing with her head resting on his chest. 

“We don’t have to go through with it. Not if you really don’t want to.” Tommy’s voice was a pleasant rumble against her ear. “I’ll find some other way to handle things with Jessie and the revolution.”

“It’s okay,” her fingers swapped fiddling with her rings to play with the buttons on his waistcoat. “It’s the surest way to get what we need out of her.”

He tilted her face up to look into his, eyes again scanning over her analytically. “You tell me if you change your mind. Or if you’re uncomfortable, and we’ll stop.”

“‘Course.”

“I won’t let there be any more…accidents,” she felt him cringe slightly around the word. “I promise.”

With a hum, she pushed her face into his neck, his thumb drawing circles into her thigh. Tommy gave her a squeeze and a peck to the forehead. “I love you.”

The fire popped and crackled in front of them, flames dancing seductively. Lucy watched them in fascination,  suddenly taken back to the day of John’s funeral, remembering how the fire had climbed the wood of the vardo, tendrils of flame reaching for the sky, consuming the wagon and John’s body until both were little more than smoldering ash. 

It was like a preview, she supposed, of her own funeral pyre someday. Fire was always how she had wanted to go. The idea of being buried under the ground, dead or not, made her skin crawl. 

Wrapping her arms around Tommy’s neck, she let her cheek rest against his collarbone, eyes still fixed upon the fire, mind lost faraway in the compilations of death and funerals. Something told her that they were not done with either, yet.  

“I love you too.”

∗ ∗ ∗

Dinner with Jessie was actually quite nice. In the setting of one of the warehouses located in Charlie’s yard, she seemed more relaxed, and Tommy worked his verbal magic almost effortlessly. Lucy didn’t say much, opting to sit quietly in her chair, smoking and sipping at her gin, offering Jessie reassuring smiles in an attempt to put her more at ease. When Tommy came to sit down beside her, the toe of his shoe rubbed rhythmically at her calf under the tablecloth. 

By the time the food had been cleaned from all three of their plates, they were all wonderfully tipsy, music lilting gently from the gramophone Curly had brought in. Lucy found herself giggling along with Jessie at Tommy’s story from his childhood, when his mother sent him to the store for food and he returned with a top hat and a coconut. 

He had his suit jacket off, smiling around his cigarette, ankle hooked around Lucy’s under the table. When he looked at her, his eyes danced brightly at the sight of her smile. He gave a firm squeeze to her thigh before standing and coaxing Jessie into dancing with him. Crossing one leg over the other, Lucy rested the elbow of the arm holding her cigarette on the table, watching them sway while she let puffs of smoke flow from her lips. From over Jessie’s shoulder, Tommy shot her a knowing, moderately mischievous look that had her rolling her eyes fondly and smiling at him. He blew her a subtle kiss that had the smile stretching into a full-blown grin across her cheeks, warmth blossoming in her chest even as he turned his attention back to Jessie.

She could have sworn that she recognized the song playing through the speaker on the gramophone, it taking a few moments of concentration before it dawned on her and a lump formed in her throat. It was a song that Grace used to sing in the Garrison, her low voice and dimpled smile encouraging the men squeezed into the pub to join in bursting into song all around her.  

With a long exhale of smoke, she forced the melancholy that the memory brought to also expel from her out into the cool night air. Tommy and Jessie’s faces were hovering in close together, angling ever so slightly so that their lips could meet. Lucy watched them for a moment, feeling a familiar warmth starting to spread through the pit of her stomach, before stubbing out her cigarette into the ashtray and standing. 

Tommy let out a soft groan when she pressed her front to his back, her breasts pushing into his shoulder blades while she stretched up on her toes to kisses to his neck. Trailing her fingers along his chest, she popped open the first few buttons on his shirt, delicately stroking over the bare skin and chest hair peeking out of the opened fabric. He started to pull at Jessie’s clothes, moving to pin her against the table they’d all been seated at, but she pulled away, murmuring promises under her breath. Soon, soon. They could get to that soon, but not tonight. 

They backed off without a fuss, and Jessie departed not long after that, with a promise that she would arrange a meeting for them with the appropriate people. Tommy ordered one of their boys to walk her home. 

“Overall, I would say that was a success,” Lucy commented after they’d gathered up their coats and belongings and stepped out of the yard, holding hands as they picked their way back towards home.      

“Yes,” Tommy agreed. “I thought she would be harder to crack.”

“She likes you more than she lets on. And having dinner in the scrapyard was a good idea.” She looked down at their joined hands. “She’s right, you know. You would terrify them over there in the halls of the government.”

He chuckled quietly. “I sincerely doubt that I’d ever be allowed to get on a ballet for any sort of political office. Let alone get elected.”

Lucy shrugged. “You never know. It could be possible, if you found the right strings to pull.” She squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. “You would be good at it.”

Tommy snorted, eyebrow raised. “Yeah?”

“I honestly don’t think it’s all that much different from what we do now. Just cutting deals and negotiations in ornate hallways, rather than dark alleys. It would be the place to go, if you really wanted to set about changing the world.”

“That was Greta’s dream.”

She gave him a stern look in reminder that she knew him far too well for that kind of denial to work on her. He huffed, blue eyes sweeping across the dark streets of his kingdom. 

“I suppose it is something that would be worth thinking about.” 

Her keys jangled together as she pulled them from her pocket, unlocking the front door for them to slip inside. Asher was sprawled out on the rug by the fireplace in the front sitting room, lifting his huge black head from where he’d had it laid on his paws, tail wagging against the carpet when he saw them. 

“Hey, big guy,” Tommy greeted, holding out a hand for Asher to sniff before allowing him to pet him between his perked ears. “You been keeping watch on things for us?”

Asher’s tail wagging increased. With a giggle, Lucy knelt down to kiss her giant puppy between the eyes. 

“Who’s a good boy? Hm?” She laughed when he nosed at her palm. “Yeah.”

They got him a bone to gnaw on and left him to happily chomping and guarding the door, the stairs creaking under their boots as they climbed them. A quick peek into Charlie’s room found the boy already tucked in and asleep, before they shuffled off to their own bedroom next door. 

The minute that the door closed, Tommy had her back pressed up against it, spreading kisses all along the length of her neck and shoulder, raising his face to meet her eyes, hands cupping her cheeks and thumbs stroking at her lips.  

Fingers curling in the material of his waistcoat, she drew him back down to her. He groaned into her mouth, hands pawing at her, grabbing at her hips and palming her breasts through her clothes. Taking both his overcoat and suit jacket in hand, she shoved them together off of his shoulders to clatter to the floor, arms going around his neck to pull him into even deeper kisses. Her entire body shivered when his hands ran down her sides, gripping her waist. 

All thoughts–stressed, insecure, or otherwise–save for how soft his mouth was against hers flew right from her head, lost in the warmth of his kisses as he picked her up, and carried her to the bed. 

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The one time Eddie goes to the barber shop

Dad!Eddie x mom!reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!

I can’t remember who I talked about this with but just know it’s not my full idea and I did talk with someone about this!!

Eddie rarely went to the barber shop…correction he never went to the barber shop, when he was younger he’d give himself haircuts, when he moved in with Wayne, Wayne cut his hair and when you two got together you took over.

Needless to say, Eddie has never been to a barber shop, well he has but not recently, not since he’s grown his hair out which has probably been what, 13 years now? If not more.

So of course when he was going for a job interview he thought might as well and without telling you, he booked an appointment, and poor Eddie he’s never had to tell a barber that he just wants his ends tipped, and ends up walking out with incredibly short hair.

The minute he sees a pay phone he’s farting over to it as he inserts his pocket change.

“Hello?” Your voice is soft coming from the other side of the line.

“Baby I just cut off all my hair…”

“What?” He hears something clatter to the floor and he’s pretty sure it’s Lucy’s sippy cup.

“Baby it was an accident I went to a barber”

You let out a huff, “alright just get back home”

And when he’s home you can say that he certainly looks different. All his pretty curls are gone and you both hate it, he doesn’t look bad in fact he looks great but you miss the familiarity you find in that one little curl you’d always twirl around your finger when you’d dance together in the living room.

When little Lucille toddles in on her chunky legs you hear her cup drop to the floor a shrill shriek coming from her as she runs to you.

She practically screams blooded murder when Eddie reaches out to comfort her.

“Honey it’s daddy” you can hear the sorrow in his voice as Lucille vehemently shakes her head holding tightly onto you.

“Sweetheart look it’s dada” you place your hand on Eddie’s face trying to show her that even if this wasn’t her dad he was at least docile.

After a long four hours of Lucy pulling away from Eddie everytime he looked at her she’d finally gone down for bed.

“I’m never going to a barber again” Eddie huffs, you giggle pressing a kiss to his cheek as you lie beside him in bed.

“She’ll come around eventually Eds” he lets out a little puff of air as he settles down beside you finally getting ready to go to sleep.

That was the one and only time Eddie went to a barber shop.

Anywho!!! If anyone has any ideas or things they’d like to see for this pls let me know because I’d love to write requests for this!!!!

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Flower crown worthy of a princess| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Request: “ Can you write reader and Lucifer Who have spent a few hard days and run away from others together and go on a forest picnic and finally dance together in the forest. Forgive me I know it's ridiculous. ”

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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You could barely contain your excitement as you were tying your shoes and checking your bag to make sure you had everything you needed. Lucifer already texted you saying he was waiting for you outside of your apartment building. 

Both of you had been going through a very stressful last couple of weeks. Work life was busy for both of you and you were constantly exhausted and on edge, to the point where, when you hung out, you would be too tired to do anything fun, and would spend your time in complete silence, either on your phone or napping.

“I just wanna get away from it all” you said to him one night

“Give me a time and date and I’ll be right there with you, my dear”

At first it was a silly joke, a hopeless dream perhaps, but the more Lucifer thought about it, the more it began to sound like a real possibility. He approached you again, a couple days later, about running away for ‘just a couple days’. You gave in a lot easier than you’d like to admit, but a weekend far away with Lucifer sounded like a dream come true, so you agreed to it. From there on, he swore to take care of all the details. All you needed to do was be ready to get picked up shortly after work on Friday.

You skipped down the stairs, running out the front door of your apartment complex, only to see Lucifer in the parking lot, leaning against his car. He was dressed in a red suit, cigarette between his teeth, he didn’t even seem to notice you until you yelled his name

“Ah, there’s my pretty lady!” he said, extinguishing the cigar and leaning in to give you a kiss. You could still taste the smoke on his lips

“Are you ready?”

“More than ever”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear!”

You hopped in the car and off you went. Miles and miles of road ahead, you didn’t even know where you were going really but the fresh air was running through your hair and the radio was softly playing a bunch of 80s songs. Lucifer’s hand was on your thigh and you couldn’t help but think that if heaven was real, it must feel something like this.

Lucifer drove further and further away, until the city became a mere memory. You couldn’t look through the windows of cafes and fancy boutiques as you rode by anymore, instead you were delighted by the view of green fields and tall trees that made you feel like they would swallow you whole. You tried to get your boyfriend to tell you where you were going, but to no avail.

Eventually you reached a little dead end, in the middle of the forest. Lucifer parked the car and got out to open your door for you

“Is this the big surprise? A dead end street in the middle of nowhere?” you teased

“It sure is my love” his casual voice made you think for just a second that maybe this was it, but before you had time to think that through, Lucifer led you around the trees and bushes in front of which he parked the car, revealing a little open area, in the middle of the forest. You could hear water running somewhere to your right, letting you know there was a little river nearby. The trees were so tall, they felt like they were shielding you from every worry and every bad thing that happened back home and in the middle of it all, there was a little red blanket on the ground. A picnic basket was patiently waiting there, with a flower crown atop.

“Lucifer, did you do this?”

“Who else, darling?” he laughed

“But...when?” you found it hard to say anything. The view before you was astonishing and all you could do was look around to inspect every single detail

“A devil never reveals his secrets” he teased. Lucifer led you to the blanket and picked up the flower crown, placing it on your head

“A little gift for my beautiful princess. It’s not quite like the jewels we see while shopping but I think it suits you much better than gold or silver.” and he was so right! The crown was rich and full of colorful flowers, which complimented your hair color perfectly. Plus, you had never been the materialistic type.

“Thank you Luci” 

“Pleasure is all mine, as always” he smiles down at you before grabbing your hand and gesturing for you to sit down.

The basket was full to the top with all sorts of different things. You had everything, from your favorite sandwiches to fruits and snacks, chocolate muffins and ice tea. Music from the car was playing softly in the background. Lucifer even took the time to make a special playlist with both of your favorite songs. You spent so much time there, it began getting pretty cold, so Luci took off his suit jacket and handed it to you. The day was magical, but like all good things, it had to come to an end. Once it started getting dark, you and Lucifer both concluded it was probably time to start packing and leave. You carefully packed away all of the packages  and folded the blanket, but right as you were about to hop in the car, you noticed your favorite song coming from the speakers. With a playful smile on your face, you grabbed Lucifer’s hand and dragged him back to where your picnic had been

“Love, what are you doing?”

“Dance with me?” you said, holding out your hand for him to take

“Well, I can’t say no to that'' Lucifer immediately took you into his arms. Your hands went around his neck and his were holding your waist as you swayed back and forth to the slow music. Lucifer was looking into your eyes the entire time, with an awestruck expression.

“What?” you asked, giggling

“You're so beautiful, you know that?” you blushed at him

“Yeah, you make sure to remind me everyday” “And I’ll keep doing that until the end of time because you, my darling, deserve it” as he said these things, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, in a soft and gentle kiss. You poured all of your love and soul into kissing him back and it still felt like it wasn’t enough. No matter what you did, you could never love this man enough. Finally, you broke the kiss, and as Lucifer pulled away, he accidently knocked off your crown, making both of you laugh.

“It’s fine I guess, we’re leaving anyways” he said, pulling you in the direction of the car

“Wait, no!” you picked the colorful braid of flowers up, inspecting it carefully “I wanna keep it”

“What for?” “To remember tonight”

“And what are you gonna use it for?”

Years later, that flower crown is hanging above your desk at home. You and Lucifer are married now, and he still teases you about keeping the dried flowers on the wall, but you don’t care, because everytime you look at it, you are reminded of how much you love this man, and always will

[spicytrashthe1st]

Obey me boys reaction to Mc who is a criminal

Lucifer

He doesnt think ur a good one at first, then he starts to notice things. Ur quick hands n silent feet, somethings go missing but before he can yell at Mammon for it they're already back, when he's been workin late n falls asleep at his desk he always wakes up in his bed.

Mammon

U constantly pickpocket/steal things from him. Everyone finds it funny except for him, its a taste of his own medicine right? Doesn't stop u from feelin bad about it tho. So one day after overhearin Lucifer dig into him about tryin to steal some jewellery u decide to go steal it urself. Mammon finds it on his bed w/ a note sayin itd look good on him, maybe a "u should come to my room in this n nothin else" if ur feelin spicy.

Leviathan

U have stolen many things for this man, are they all limited edition? Yes. All u ask in return is kisses. Yes he blushes everytime no matter if its on the lips or cheek.

Satan

After watchin u be able to sneak up on Lucifer he has a moment, fella has finally found his partner in crime. Ur always up for a scheme or two, n if it makes Luci pull that lil angey face then mores the merrier.

Asmodeus

Role play?

Role play.

Beelzebub

My mans does not care, he just asks that u dont get hurt.

Belphegor

U musnt be a very good one if he's able to deceive u. That is until u put a magic collar on him when he tries to kill u. "Baby i got contingencies for my contingencies, n thought id fall for ur lil act?" Not gonna lie, he kinda falls in love w/ u at this moment.

Diavolo

Uv givin this boy so many gifts.

Snuck him out of parties n work so many times.

He wants u to steal him but Barbatos always finds u, u never know how tho.

Barbatos

U cant really steal anythin while Barb's is around. U have pulled it off once, but then botched it in ur excitement. He is proud that u got one past him, now uv gotta find a way to steal him.

Simeon

Has someone tried to get the jump on ur angel once or twice? He'd never know.

U have to resist stealin his feathers, yes i know theyre shiny n fluffy but thats rude. He catches u staring n just simply plucks on out for u. U treasure this forever.

Solomon

He needs a favour, n ur bored. A match made in hell. Hope u like grave robbing n dusty dungeons cause most of the shit he wants r there.

[wakemeupfrommyslumber]

I JUST FINISHED TIMELESS AND I'M AAAA

It is going to be a huge text, so I will just highlight some points to the people who don't want to read it all. If you don't want to read everything just search for paragraphs like this

So, basically, I started watching timeless when it first aired in 2017. I passed trough the cancelling drama and stuff, but ended up not watching the second season because I was too busy for that.

Now, five years later, I have finally got my hands onto a streaming that has Timeless (I'm not from USA, so this took a while) and was ready to watch it. I finished everything in like three days and I'm just... a.

There's a lot of things that I think that happened just because they couldn't explore the plot well in 90 minutes. These thing's I'll highlight in green.

About Wyatt, Lyatt and Jessica

I actually liked Lyatt in the first season and the Hollywood episode was pretty nice. It was clear that they liked each other, and even though It wasn't mega exciting, I was happy for them. But then Jessica happened...

Wyatt was nice in the first season, but in the second one I think the writers tried really hard to make him despicable AND MANAGED TO DO IT.

I didn't hate him, but he was clearly dumb, selfish and the things that Jessica said about their marriage were never prooved to be wrong, so he was also explosive and dangerous. I was actually waiting for the series to reveal that he wasn't that cheating drunk man that Jessica portrayed, but it never did it.

Just look at how he punched Lucy! It was without intentions, but he couldn't control himself when she came closer! Man...

I think Jessica was really pregnant, but they didn't have time to explore it in the short season's finale so they just gave that terrible and quick excuse.

Like:

- Hey, what about that baby that would cause a big trouble or at least a really sad scene of Wyatt discovering that he was being fooled? - Oh, just make future Wyatt tell it was a lie in one line.

C'mon guys!!! The way the series portrayed before S02x11, Jessica actually really loved Wyatt and it was going to be a big problem for Rittenhouse in the future.

I understand that, just like Wyatt said, his situation was without precedents (usually your dead wife doesn't come back from the dead XD), BUT he was still acting terrible. Just like my babe Flynn said: Lucy is not your wife, the blonde girl is.

I can fully understand Wyatt and still despise him so much, it is just hard.

About Garcia Flynn and Garcy

First, I have to say that I have always loved Garcia Flynn. I watched the first season a long time ago so I couldn't remember exactly why, but it didn't take too long until I had fallen in love with him all over again.

Garcia is just charming, smart, funny and even though it concerns me, I felt completely in love with him everytime he punched a bad guy. This man is just... wow.

I have always tought that he and Lucy where just friends, really. I thought that he only admired her for who she was and for helping him (even though we didn't know how at the beggining) to revenge his family.

But man... It all started when Jessica came back. The way Flynn waited until she was clearly single to make a move on her... Not only smart, but so cute!

As they were always next to eachother we were able to see the way he looked at her... just... so sweetly. He knew her from the diary and started admiring her by that, but I believe that as soon as he started to know the person behind those writings it just was impossible not to fall in love.

That moment between them in the Chinatown episode I went just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA When she read about the kiss in the Titanic also, man! My heart even started racing! He takes care of her and knows how to do it, it was so obvious that he was in love and I just- I JUST CAN'T DEAL WITH IT.

She started to look for him, to trust him and actually pay attention on him in a romantic way...

They have only killed Flynn because he was a HUGE loose end. In a universe where Flynn exists Lucy would never end up with Wyatt.

His chemistry with Lucy was CLEAR and only growing every episode.

The way he was always there for her, the way their friendship was growing and revealing to be way more than that... Lyatt could never.

Lyatt was obvious and quick, something that I could have easily accepted to watch ending. Garcy was being built carefully with a good foundation. It was suposed to be Flynn with Lucy in the end.

Other points

It is also sad how Jiya's powers were just ignored in the last episode. I think that time related powers would have probably become a thing in the series and generate a lot of plot for us.

Timeless, in my point of view, could have been here with us for at least two more seasons.

I feel sad about how it was cancelled. I don't think it was a 10/10 series, but I still had a emotional conection with it and its characters. I almost cried when Rufus died and I didn't even knew that I loved him this much.

Lucy also decided out of nowhere not to save her sister because this was ALSO a loose end. I believe that her sister could have been a new villain.

And her father just giving up on Rittenhouse like this? A big no for me. It just happened for the series finale. We have already learned that people in Rittenhouse struggle a lot to get out.

Emma wasn't that weak to die so quickly and had already proofed herself to be actually dangerous. She KILLED the head of the Rittenhouse and people did nothing out of FEAR.

About characters

Jiya Marri was awesome with her powers and inteligence. I was completely OMGOMGOMGOMG when she ran away from Rittenhouse!

Rufus Carlin was cute, even though I have found him annoying sometimes.

As I said, I can't even remember why I did like Wyatt Logan in the first season.

Garcia Flynn will haunt my dreams just as Lorenzo from TVD has done (literally, I dreamt about him for weeks). I think that it is becoming too common for me to fall for european bad guys and I need to find my own XD

I can't believe how I started to like Lucy Preston. One of the saddest things in the series ending is that I won't be able to see more of her.

In the end, after 40 minutes writing, I just have to say that I enjoyed Timeless and it is really sad that it just has 2 seasons.

I give it a 8/10 for making me love the characters, even though i think that some dialogue lines where a little bit cheesy.

Thank you, Timeless, for everything that you provided to us.

~Especially Flynn~

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

I'm asking for it again, because I'm soft, but I seriously want the brothers reaction to poly!Mc using the brightest red lipstick they can find/buy and just kiss the brothers for every insults they aim at themselves, probably asking them to only wash it off at the end of the day, after they had a good look at how much they're loved and cared for! ;^;

Now this is the positivity I am here for

And this is also the anon ask I accidentally deleted! 🖤🧡🖤

Lucifer

This doesn't really happen a lot with Lucifer.

He is a man of pride afterall, admitting his flaws and his own insecurities is not something Luci's actually prone to.

Yet, every so often, he'll occasionally slip. Typically on one of his bad days, when he hasn't had enough caffeine and Mammon's being extra annoying.

He isn't super self-critical, but it's enough.

Giving him one of these kisses will always be a shock to his system. He doesn't expect it!

His first reaction will be to reach up and wipe the lipstick away.

But, will do as you ask and wear the kiss for the day.

It'll only be one, but some part of him is tickled by the fact that you marked him.

(Demons are weird yo)

Mammon

He isn't super big on insulting himmself

Kinda narcissistic.

(Low-key if we're comparing him to Asmodeus)

But sometimes he's really hard on himself.

Especially when he really attempts to do something good and messes up in a way that gets him into trouble.

Poor baby gets really down on himself

Most the time he's just muttering, but you'll be able to hear insulting words, often directed towards himself.

Give him a kiss and he'll perk right back up again.

Leviathan

He is a weird guy when it comes to self confidence.

Like, half the time he is berating everyone else for being normies, but then the other half he's talking about how no one would ever want an otaku like him

Very weird, very confusing, but he's the perfect canvas for kisses!

Everytime you give him a kiss, he gets super flushed. Levi might even run away depending on how shocked he is

Definetly attempts to rub the lipstick off. Like, he doesn't care what you say, it's coming off.

(^but it really isn't and now he just has a red-toned face the whole day)

Never gets used to this little quirk of yours and probably actively attempts to keep all of his self-hatred to himself.

Satan

Like father, like son.

Rarely ever demeans himself, because one way or another he's going to blame someone or something else.

(^but when he does admit fault, he's very calm about it. Maybe a bit disappointed if anything)

The only time you'll really see him get on himself is if something happens to you because of him.

It crushes him completely, and he'll call himself every name under the sun until he's patched you up or fixed whatever situation he's caused.

Needless to say, kissing him is a great way to bring him back to reality. It reassures him; even allows him to take a step back and reassess the situation.

Blushes very heavily, but is very proud to wear your lipstick.

Asmodeus

He's cracked the code.

All he has to do to get you to shower him in long-lasting kisses is to just demean himself?

It's a hard task, but the prize is worth it.

His self insults are so vague.

"I guess I could have dressed a little nicer for this event."

"No one will take me seriously with chipped nail polish."

And of course,

"People might find me unattractive, but I don't know."

It's a struggle for him to complain about himself.

In reality, when Asmo really is hard on himself, he's quiet. Deathly silent as frustration and anger grow inside him over whatever he's done.

Those are the times kissing him really means something.

Beelzebub

He's not one for self hatred, just self improvement.

Hurt himself during a workout? Oh well, he'll remember not to make the same mistake next time. Ate all the food in the fridge? Sorry, he's just hungry and he'll go buy more.

Not really one to blame himself, just accepts his nature for the most part.

But the few times he flys off the handle are the few times he'll really need your support.

For example, after he enters one of his rages (most likely caused by someone eating his stuff), he'll feel terrible afterwards.

He'll get reall down on himself, wondering why he can't have more self-control.

Kissing him doesn't make these feelings go away, but it does distract him for a bit.

And throughout the day, he'll be reminded of you everytime he looks into a reflective surface.

Belphegor

Belphie find pointing out faults of others to be easier then pointing out his own.

Mammon is annoying, Asmo is full of himself, Lucifer's a sell out, ext.

(Except Beel, Beel is perfect)

But, Belphegor is prone to be a bit negative when he slips up or reminisces

He'll never forgive himself for killing you, and these feelings become verbal whenever he has nightmares.

Usually he'll complain about how he shouldn't be scared, how he shouldn't be worried either, but he'll call himself names to the point any onlooker would recognize he doesn't truly trust himself.

It's frightening to experience, and to watch.

Giving him a kiss won't solve much. He'll still feel this way from time to time.

However, it does reassure him that you do love him. That you care enough to let that fact be known in such a unique way.

When he goes to sleep, he'll lightly stroke his cheek until eventually drifting off.

[maprron]

The perfect life

This is the third story I wrote today but this time I decided why not go back to my roots and put all the Nalu week prompts together and make one big one-shot so here it is. Disclaimer I didn’t proofread this so I hope it makes sense 😭 sorry for the gaps I am uploading from my phone 🥲

Lucy looked back on the past few years of her life and laughed. She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed over these years.

Little did she know that when she met an obnoxious pink haired boy with an equally obnoxious blue cat that fateful day in that port town of Hargeon that they would change her life.

She remembered how they both found each other annoying but he agreed to help her get into fairy tail so she put how much he annoyed her and left the town with him.

She couldn’t stand being around him and even after she joined his team she found him rude and annoying.

Somehow at some point though they both started getting over themselves and actually developed a relationship that Lucy had never expected they would have. Somehow Natsu went from being the last person she wanted to be around to being one of her best friends. Somehow the blonde found herself trusting her life with Natsu. Somehow she found herself actually enjoying his presence.

And one day during a job she realized she had fallen for him. She didn’t know why but she did. She didn’t want to so she suppressed those feelings she had for her teammate for years, scared of the rejection.

She tried going on dates with other guys, hoping that maybe she could get past her stupid crush, but everytime she was only wishing it was Natsu with her instead of the unforgettable guys who she couldn’t remember the names of now

Everytime she was away from that stupid grin of his she missed it, and she hated that.

She ended up convincing herself that Natsu wasn’t into these types of things so she never chased after him. She never planned on telling him how she felt.

Until one day, she remembered it was winter and the two of them were walking alone, she looks back and wonders where was Happy that night? She doesn’t know, she’s isn’t even sure if she knew that night.

She held onto his hand that no matter what it was always warm when he said the words “you know I love you right!”

“Yeah dummy,” she punched his shoulder playfully before leaning her head against it “I love you too”

“No, I mean… I mean I love you, Lucy” he said in a serious tone which stopped Lucy dead in her tracks. She didn’t believe what she was hearing

“You love me? In what way?” She asked, stunned at his words that were oh to good to be true

“I love ya Lucy, I have for years and I figured if you felt the same you would have said something by now since you are better with emotions then me but honestly I can’t keep it bottled up anymore. I love you” Lucy stood still, scared that if she moved that this would all just be a dream.

So her lips moved for her

“I love you too,” she said softly. Natsu’s body then reacted by leaning down slightly and kissing her lip tenderly. And she enjoyed it.

After their kiss outside the park that cold evening she let him take her out on some dates. They weren’t your average dates and definitely not the dates Lucy had dreamed of but what did she expect when she fell in love with Natsu Dragneel.

He thought that taking jobs alone together counted as a date so sometimes he did what he does best and drag her off on a surprise job. Other times they would actually go to restaurants but Lucy usually was the one who had to pay as he would admit he had spent all his money, Lucy would just roll her eyes and laugh at him. Other times they would just hang out in her apartment and just talk for hours, losing track of time, those were their favorites.

One day however he took her out to just walk. It was a winter night much like the one they had confessed to each other one the year prior. Lucy held onto Natsu’s hand similarly as she did the last time however this time Natsu was the first one to let go, an unwelcome cold engulfed her hand.

“Natsu?” Lucy pouted as he walked a few feet in front of her “is something wrong, love?”

“No” he turned to her with his signature grin present on his face, he then started walking back to her till he was able to grab both of her hands. She smiled at the warmth “have I ever told you how much I love you?” He asked

“Every day” she giggled, he smiled at her laugh

“How about how beautiful you are?” He asked and she smiled and nodded “A bunch actually”

“Good” he smiled down at her before letting go of one of her hands and putting the free hand in his pocket and then pulling out a small box. Lucy looked at him confused, still holding onto his warm hand.

Natsu then got down on one knee and opened up the small box with only one hand. Lucy gasped as she saw the small diamond ring in the box. Natsu looked at her for a second before his face turned completely red and he closed his eyes. The only words he managed to get out at that moment was “marry me”. Lucy smiled at her embarrassed boyfriend before leaning down to grab his face and sweetly kiss him.

As she pulled away she simply said “yes” and that is all either of them needed.

She smiled at herself in the vanity mirror as she gently rocked the baby in her arms to sleep.

“Aunt Lucy!” Both Shutora and Yajeh cried happily as they ran towards Lucy

“You ready?” the happy voice of Levy filled the room as her twins gently hugged Lucy, cautious about the baby in her arms

“I’m nervous” Lucy laughed as she leaned back against the chair

“Aw Lu, there is no need to be nervous” Levy smiled, sitting down in a chair next to her “everything is going to be fine, and then after this you two can make some more cute babies” Levy smiled as she tickled Nasha’s belly. Lucy softly slapped her best friend

“Levy just because that’s what you did doesn’t I should” Lucy rolled her eyes as Levy laughed

“Aw come on it’s not such a bad idea” she grinned, resting a hand on her almost 9 month belly.

“I’ll think about it” Lucy said to get Levy to hush “now can you help get her into her dress?”

The wedding wasn’t very traditional but neither was their relationship. Most people got married in the cathedral while they got married under the tree that he once uprooted and sailed down the canal, something Lucy is still unsure of how he did it. Shutora and Yajeh were the flower girl and ring bearer, Levy was the maid of honor, and Erza, Wendy, and Mira were all bridesmaids. Natsu didn’t necessarily have groomsmen but Levy, Erza, and Juvia all threatened Gajeel, Jellal, and Gray to play the part. Gajeel and Gray booed Natsu when he spoke, which got them momentarily thrown out of the wedding and made Lucy and Natsu laugh. Lucy couldn’t say that it was her fairytale dream wedding but she did know that I sure was a Fairy Tail wedding so what could she expect.

All Lucy’s life she had dreamed of the perfect dream relationship and if little her could see her she would probably be a little upset about how it played out but Lucy isn’t and is glad that finally after all these years she can finally be surrounded by her chosen family, even if they aren’t perfect.

[cassianstattoo]

HAPPY ACOSF RELEASE DAY!

(ACOSF SPOILERS AHEAD) ARE YOU EXCITED?

I personally am. It’s time for Nesta’s story (and not just hers) to be told. So, this leads to another thing I think (and hope) you’ve been waiting for.

LET’S EXPLAIN THE PLAYLIST! (Read every song’s meaning while or after reading the book) And thank you for all your love and support.

“Alone” by Melancholia: It describes the Cauldron scene at the beginning of the book. In this song you can feel the rage and how hard she’s struggling. This song is not about weakness. It’s about her strength.

“Impossible” by James Arthur: Chapter 1. Even if it’s not so clear in this chapter, I think this song represents how Cassian feels when Nesta’s around. He feels worthless and not so different from the other men she beds (as he thought in ACOFAS). He lost his hope of an happy future with the woman he loves and he feels like he’s breaking that last promise she made her. Everything just seems so impossible.

“Sister” by The Black Keys: Chapter 2. This just makes me think of Feyre and Nesta’s fight. It’s from Feyre’s pov.

“New House” by Toro y Moi: “I want a brand new house Something I can not buy, something I can afford I just want a long shower I been feeling so crowded” Chapter 3. It’s about Nesta settling down in the House of Wind. It’s not the place she feels she can call “home”. First of all, it’s not really hers. The last two sentences of this verse are about her breathing and trying to calm herself at the end of the chapter. She’s just tired.

“My Mother & I” by Lucy Dacus: Chapter 4. The whole song is about Nesta and the relationship with her mother when she was a child. I think there’s nothing else to say. Also, in the 1st Chapter it says that she’s born in spring, so the song talks about a girl who was born in May. It all fits.

“Teacher’s Pet” by Melanie Martinez”: “Teacher’s pet If I’m so special, why am I secret? Yeah, why the fuck is that? Do you regret The things we shared that I’ll never forget? Well, do you? Tell me that I know I’m young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn’t last, but fuck you, don’t you leave me here” Chapter 5 and 6. Nesta and Cassian’s first day of training together. She basically doesn’t want to act like she’s his pet and she’s got to do whatever he want just to respect her sister’s will.

“Dangerous Man” by Valley Of Wolves: “They say I’m a wanted man Holding line and break the fire I’m setting all the captives free But I’m hanging by a wire” Chapter 7. It’s about Eris and his double-cross. That’s how probably Cassian pictures Eris in his mind tbh.

“Control” by Halsey: Chapter 8. Nesta facing the stairs. It can be linked to other chapters too because if you take this song as a whole and not just a few verses, it really contains A LOT of things. For example, the line “The House was awake”. Also Chapter 9, when people start calling their children. You can find this moment in the song when it says “All the kids cried out ‘please stop, you’re scaring me”.

“Bookstore Girl” by Charlie Burg: Chapter 9. The bookstore girl is Gwyn and Nesta tries to know more about her.

“Wrong Direction” by Hailee Steinfeld: “I don’t hate you” Chapter 12. This song is about the chapter’s ending.

“You’ve Got a Friend In Me” by Cavetown: Chapter 13. Nesta and Gwyn’s interaction. Also, Nesta helping her.

“like that” by Bea Miller: Chapter 16. Nesta and Cassian’s tension is hilarious, but this song makes me thing about this scene so much.

“Queen” by Shawn Mendes: Chapter 17. Elain fighting with Nesta. This lyrics is so powerful. The first part is Elain talking to Nesta. The second part is Nesta talking to Elain.

“You’ll Follow Me Down” by Skunk Anansie: Chapter 17. Same scene. This is totally Nesta. She’s so scared of herself and of the world that surrounds her. She’s afraid to lose her sister in this world she still knows nothing about if not violence. She wants Elain by her side, even if it means dragging her down with her.

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapters 18/19. I like to call it “THE chapter”. Do you need me to explain why I chose this song? Um, I don’t think so. You know it.

“Only You” by Ellie Goulding: “Baby I’m on my knees” Chapter 22. He’s... returning the favor.

“Revolution” by Diplo, Faustix, Imanos, Kai: Chapter 24. Our girl Nesta knows what she’s doing. What she’s starting.

“Best Friend for Hire” by Anthony Amorim: Chapter 25. The whole song is about Nesta and Emerie’s interaction. Everytime I listen to it I can’t help but cry.

“Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)” by Hozier: Chapter 26.  Nesta’s worried about Cassian and gives him relief.

“Rise Up” by Andra Day: Chapters 27/28. These three girls are going to rise up, bitches.

“Nina Cried Power” by Hozier, Mavie Staples: Chapter 29. This song is really powerful, just like Nesta. She always is, but in this chapter we learn HOW MUCH.

“Fix Me Now” by Garbage: “Bring me back to life (fix me now) Kiss me blind” Chapter 31. THAT scene. HE HEATED UP THE WHOLE ROOM Y’ALL. Cassian literally kissed her back to life.

“Ready or Not” by Fugees: Chapters 34/35/36. I can’t choose only one quote from this song. But can you hear its vibes? Nesta’s leading a dead army. This is THE power. 

“PILLOWTALK” by ZAYN: Chapter 37. *wink* This song says everything.

“Go Fuck Yourself” by Two Feet: Always chapter 37. I couldn’t choose just one song, you know. Also, lowkey Chapter 38.

“Never Again” by Breaking Benjamin: “Never again, never again Time will ot take the life from me” Chapter 38′s ending. All I can say is: NEVER AGAIN.

“Boy In The Bubble” by Alec Benjamin: Not linked to just one chapter. It makes me thing of Azriel a lot.

“Past Lives” by BØRNS: “I've got the strangest feeling This isn't our first time around Past lives couldn't ever come between us Some time the dreamers finally wake up Don't wake me I'm not dreaming“ Chapter 39. Gwyn and Azriel. Well, these lines are about them, but I think the rest of the song represents Elain and Azriel, too. I don’t know if you feel the same.

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day: THIS IS AZRIEL’S SONG. YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

“Watch Me While I Bloom” by Hayley Williams: Chapter 41. Nesta teaching Cassian how to treat a woman. She’s got big dick energy ayeee

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys: Still chapter 41. Cassian taking control of the situation. This song just screams “dominant” lmao.

“Walls Could Talk” by Halsey: So Halsey once said “The House was awake” (Control). What if those Walls Could Talk? Like, poor thing. It could have a mental breakdown. This song is dedicated to the House of Wind ‘cause it needs respect. It’s alive. Just imagine how’d you feel watching non-stop those two fucking and fighting. Also Azriel, you’re loved.

“Despicable” by grandson: “If I were you I wouldn’t love me neither” Chapter 43. Tamlin deserves a song, too.

“Part Of Me” by Katy Perry: Chapters 45/46. It’s all SO chaotic. This song means a lot of things. They all lied to her, but this song is particularly about Nesta and Amren’s fight. In my opinion, she did the right think telling Feyre the truth ‘cause she deserved to know, but it just wasn’t the right time and space.

“Don’t Give Up On Me” by Andy Grammer: Chapter 47. Cassian’s going to take care of Nesta. She made a mistake but she knows here better than anyone. He won’t give up on her.

“There You Are” by ZAYN: Chapter 50. Cassian comforts Nesta when she finally explodes. He’s there for her with open arms.

“You Found Me” by The Fray: Still Chapter 50. This chapter was so hard to read and this is another song that can describe it best.

“Locked Out Of Heaven” by Bruno Mars: Chapter 51. Illyrian bat boys just love flat objects. I see.

“Thin White Lies” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapter 51. Yeah, still thinking about that desk.

“Chosen Family” by Rina Sawayama: Still Chapter 51. This song is wholly dedicated to Nesta’s new found family. Not only Gwyn and Emerie, but also Cassian.

“Library Magic” by The Head And The Heart: Chapter 52. Listen to this song and read the scene at the beginning of the chapter.

“Battle Cry” by Imagine Dragons: Chapter 54. I know it’s weird but I feel this song talks about Lanthys and Nesta’s fight.

“Hurt” by Christina Aguilera: Chapter 55. Nesta takes Cassian to the place she lived with her family in the mortal lands. It’s dirty and broken now but it’s still there. Nes talks about her father and realizes how much he’s done for her and her sisters.

“Story Of Another Us” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapter 56. I know this sounds like a sad song but to me it represents Gwyn’s present. The story of their past (of another “them”) and also their present.

“Drama Club” by Melanie Martinez: Chapter 57. Eris vibes, y’all. I know you can feel them. Everytime I listen to this song I can’t help but thinking of him. So the only thing I can tell you is: listen carefully.

“Genius” by Sia, Diplo, Labrinth: Chapter 57. Hear this song. It just makes me think of a ballroom where two people try to talk to other people and they’re avoiding to make eye contact. And they fail (yeah, those people are Cassian and Nesta btw)

“Therefore I Am” by Billie Eilish: Chapter 57. Still about Eris, but also Cassian. They can’t stand each other. So imagine the astronomical energy (inside of this bus lmfao) when Nesta comes in between.

“All About Us” by He Is We, Owl City: Chapter 57. Nessian dancing.

“Rock Bottom” by Hailee Steinfeld ft. DNCE: Chapter 58. This song is SO accurate. This is the moment I realized “That’s it. I think I can die happy now” and then I started crying. Nesta just thinking she’s not enough and she deserves to be with someone as ugly as she thinks she is. Cassian is like “shut the hell up, woman” and yeah. That’s the kind of energy and conversation I was waiting for.

“Stop Crying Your Heart Out” by Oasis: Chapter 58. Their life becomes brighter. They have to stop crying their heart out because of their fears and the emotions they keep trying to hide. They need to feel free and express all the love they can give to each other.

“Fade Into You” by Nashville Cast, Sam Palladio, Clare Bowen: Chapter 58. Finally the truth comes out and everything becomes real. Even if the song is pretty sad, the lyrics is just SO accurate and it describes the scene perfectly.

“I Miss You” by Adele: Chapter 59. Basically Nesta feeling needy ‘cause she doesn’t see Cassian for days, but it’s more than that. Pay attention to the depth of the song. It shakes you. And that’s what Nesta feels when she thinks of Nesta.

“Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera: Chapter 59/61. I want to dedicate it to my favorite girls in this book: Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn. They’ve been through a lot but they also learnt to face their fears. And they realized that unity is strength.

“Smile” by Uncle Kracker: Chapter 62. Cassian’s sooo happy to be with Nesta it breaks my heart. And his own too.

“Broken Pieces” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapter 62. Aaand here we go again. Cassian just wants Nesta to give him the chance to be happy with her.

“Carried Away” by H.E.R.: Chapter 62. Nesta thinks they got too carried away and now they’re at a point of no return. She opened herself to him too much. It’s not like she regrets this but she understands that now everything’s too real and changing. She doesn’t feel ready.

"What’s Up?” by 4 Non Blondes: Ending of Chapter 63. Okay, I’ll make you laugh but this is me after reading it. I needed to put a song about how I felt when I read this freaking ending, after all the devastation Chapter 62 brought into my heart. And the fact that Nesta’s 25 and the first line begins with “25 years”... I DIED. Also I think of her just screaming to the word “WHAT’S GOING ON?!”.

“Sisters Are Doin’ It For Themselves” by Eurythmics ft. Aretha Franklin: Chapters 64/65/66. DO I NEED TO DESCRIBE IT? NAH, I DON’T THINK SO. THESE GIRLS ARE POWERFUL, STRONG AND SMART AS HELL.

“Run The World (Girls)” by Beyoncé Chapters 67/68/69/70. The girls want to win and they’re going to conquer everything with no mercy.

“Puppets” by Depeche Mode: Chapter 71. Eris impotence t is heartbreaking.

“Warriors” by Imagine Dragons: This song is for every character. It’s about Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn, but also Cassian, Azriel and Eris. They’re fighting different battles and they’re doing it with every ounce of power they have.

“Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At The Disco: Chapter 74. Nesta kicking Briallyn’s ass.

“Survivor” by Destiny’s Child: This song is dedicated to Emerie and Gwyn. They spent all their lives learning how to survive. At the end, they finally won.

“Set Fire to the Rain” by Adele: THE Nessian Anthem. I put this here ‘cause FINALLY they’re endgame. But something bad’s about to happen...

“Cancer” by My Chemical Romance: Chapter 76. This chapter’s been the hardest one to face. I had to put the book down for a minute and breathe. I know this song made you panic and ow you know why I chose it. I can’t stop crying thinking about Feyre in those conditions and all the IC and her sisters surrounding her. I’m still so heartbroken.

“You Saved Me” by Skunk Anansie: Chapter 77. Nesta cares about Feyre. She’s her little sister and she just can’t let her die like that. She gave her a happy ending even if Nes had to lose almost every ounce of power she had and learned to accept. But they’re worthless in comparison with her sisters life. She just loves them both. She’d do anything for them and this scene proves it.

“Lean on Me” by Bill Withers: This song is about friendship and sisterhood. Nesta’s relationship with Gwyn and Emerie, but also with Feyre and Elain (and lowkey Rhys). Also, I dedicate it to little Nyx, too. They all love you, babyboy, and would do anything for you. Welcome to this chaotic world, kid!

“Sorry” by Halsey: Chapter 78. These are not explicit apologies. Nesta doesn’t need to say “sorry” vocally. She already demonstrated it. Her actions speak louder than words and her sister know it. This song is not about a “romantic lover” but a “person who loves” and they all love too much and strongly.

“Amazing” by Aerosmith: WE FINALLY SEE THE LIGHT. This is the happy ending they deserve (but the cliffhanger is killing me tbh). It’s about everyone in this book. I put it in the playlist ‘cause at first I thought it could refer to Azriel and Cassian. But the more i listened to it, the more I realized it just describes every single character.

“The Reason” by Hoobastank↓

“this is me trying” by Taylor Swift: Both the songs refer to Chapter 80. Nesta visiting her father’s grave is one of the first steps to finally go on. The songs represent what she really wants to tell her father. He’s the reason to start over. And she’s trying. Even if she made mistakes she’s ready to fight for the happiness and love she denied herself years and now she knows she deserves it.

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Mo(u)rning Dove

@spnarchangelweek <3

Rating: Teen & Up (Gen Lucifer & Gabriel)

Warnings: Major Character Death, Derealization

Fic & Playlist available on AO3! (feel free to read under the cut, however!)

   Dendrite; His wings are like crystallized dendrite, Lucifer notices.

   Intricate patterns of iridescent gold branches engraved in each fulgent feather of his. Rays of daylight that dare reflect off the Messenger’s butterscotch wings are ardently absorbed to preserve his internal light—He burns far brighter than any star could begin to comprehend.

   Lucifer can feel his warmth when he allopreens Gabriel’s dendrite-etched feathers. The thriving fledgling squirms uncomfortably under his working hands, his budding golden feathers twitching with each gentle pluck. His petite form leans away from Lucifer’s algid touch, and he whines with a callow pout when Lucifer prudently guides him back. Lucifer attempts to soothe his baby brother, amicable words of a story falling from his polar lips to allay Gabriel’s discomfort; Gabriel always loved his stories.

   The gold expands as he develops. Complex veins of sunlight-drenched sheen contour the coverts of his pinions. The shinier they get, the brighter he burns and the more pleasant light he intakes. Gabriel emits brilliant luminescence like no other, and his sun-kissed wings like dendrite are proof.

   Lucifer combs through gold with every softly recited word of a tale. Gabriel has grown to melt into the Morningstar’s wintry touch, listening attentively to the plot of his elder brother’s story. He is eagerly expectant; His big brother always comes to him with newer, longer, better anecdotes during preening season. Gabriel adores every one of them, though when he feels Lucifer culling the last of his unkempt and grimed feathers, he pleads with full, star-struck sky eyes to hear the lullaby that first lulled him to sleep, long ago. Lucifer teases him with fondness in his irises, but he gives in—He always does. It’s hard to say no to Gabriel when he looks that jubilant.

   “... dream on, dear little child…”

   Gabriel has already complied to the lullaby’s verses by the time Lucifer adeptly tweaks the last sliver of gold. The Morningstar’s waning notes fade out, though his boreal fingers still find themselves in between honey, dendrite-embedded feathers. Gabriel snores like a little beast, and Lucifer can’t help but grin at him as he gingerly caresses his slumbering brother’s effulgent wings.

   The luster of his gold is brightest against the pristine cream of misted clouds. By the time Lucifer teaches Gabriel to fly, he’s become a beacon in the night. Lucifer’s frosted fingers tag one of his younger brother’s radiant wings, sniggering as he calls out “you’re it!” and soars swiftly in the other direction of Heaven’s lilac skies. As much as he tries through his giggles, Gabriel can’t keep up, and they both know it.

   He’s growing too fast. At times, Lucifer reminisces on the distant era he was able to hold Gabriel in his arms. His dendrite-pattern had hardly blossomed then, and Gabriel’s gold hadn’t shimmered as bold. As he looks at his younger brother now, he sees curious divinity. Gabriel’s getting old enough to where Lucifer can’t shield him from danger, and it makes the elder angel anxious.

   The snow of the Morningstar’s fingers drag further, deeper into gold. Gabriel’s wings are evolving, the golden bliss of his spirited light washing vividly over Heaven. The Messenger no longer leans in, nor away from Lucifer’s preening; He simply hums, swaying in rhythm with the breaths of Lucifer's story. No matter how old he gets, he always loves to listen to his big brother’s voice. When Lucifer is nearly finished grooming auric feathers, he happily anticipates Gabriel to plead with him to sing their lullaby. Instead, Gabriel turns to him, and his golden light seeps through his wide smile, a trickle of celestial sun through pearly teeth.

   "Luci, can I pretty please do yours?"

   Lucifer is taken aback. Gabriel has never offered to preen his feathers; Lucifer's wings hadn't been preened since Michael had taken up his part of Heaven's responsibilities—It had been a long time. Lucifer’s matured wings flex automatically in thrill at the mention of grooming. Gabriel acknowledges it, and he brightens, if possible. His little brother is giving him that look, one of so much inspired euphoria with such a rush of nostalgic innocence that he looks no different from the very first time Lucifer preened his teensy, yet complex feathers.

   Lucifer can’t refuse. 

   His wings of vermillion are far larger, though far more disheveled than Gabriel’s have ever been; The young Messenger has always had Lucifer to care for him. Gabriel’s clement hands are profoundly gentle, like refreshing spring rain drizzled on feverish skin or a tenderhearted baby dove nuzzling gratefully against its mother. Even at viscid spots where his vermillion adheres in thickly bedraggled clumps as a result from neglect, Gabriel’s touch remains serene and delicate. Lucifer feels more tranquil than he has in centuries—It’s as if he’s mindlessly drifting amongst endless indigo seas of winding galaxies and Gabriel is sweetly guiding him by the hand through the silver of stars. Lucifer now understands why Gabriel loves Heaven’s preening season.

   A faint ghost of a mellifluous melody draws him from his wafting reverie. Gabriel is humming, a saccharine purr carrying a familiar harmony; It’s their lullaby. Lucifer picks up on the part his baby brother is humming, and he nimbly sings along. He watches intently with a splitting simper when their sitting shadows in front of him swell as Gabriel’s golden light brightens merrily at the pleasant sound.

   “... in the sky, stars are still fading away…”

   Gabriel’s effulgence is rapidly dawning to be more blinding than any entity in existence. His stellar golden feathers branch out further and his daedal dendrite details seem to crystallize in a more radiant fashion. Lucifer genially revels in his bright brilliance everytime they unite. Though, it’s far from the only thing that’s improving in Gabriel; He’s much quicker than before. Lucifer has to exert all of his energy to keep ahead when briskly gliding away from his little brother after he tags his butter-flushed wings. He deliberately assumes that Gabriel will inherit his Heavenly duties soon, with his speed approaching the potential Father saw when he named him as Heaven's Messenger.

   Gabriel isn’t the only one who’s changing.

   Lucifer is altering—morphing—wavering. The Mark of Cain is an irritant upon his ivory skin, his grace, his mind. He’s growing colder, and he feels the need to be enigmatic. Father is never wrong, because Father is absolute. It’s firmly ingrained in his mind, and it’s been that way since he was a fledgling. Lucifer repeats it to himself as he observes Lilith, the first woman, refuse subservience to her created equal, Adam. He watches silently when she leaves the perfect haven Father had meticulously created for her, and he watches in bemusement as a flock of his determined siblings attempt to forcibly return her to Eden. She is resilient, and Adam is egotistical and very flawed; Lucifer desperately tries to comprehend why his Father, instead of establishing that they are equals, creates Adam a new partner and banishes Lilith from ever returning to Eden.

   Father is wrong. When the belief dawns on him, Lucifer has an epiphany—a twisted thought follows. The Mark of Cain sears like it never has before; A scorching white fire that engulfs his entire being, scalding the abundance of all his infinite eyes and fiercely igniting his vermillion wings in grandeur flames. Despite the famished embers from within, he feels frozen and trapped under a bulky sheet of ice, breathlessly viewing his life continue without him as he drowns in desolate, boreal seas. 

   Lucifer has unequivocally changed; He is different. Gabriel is the first to notice. 

   Preening season has arrived. Lucifer is much colder, and the raw bite of his frost elicits a vicious shiver when his fingers pluck gold feathers. His cautiousness is replaced by dissociation, the younger angel is wincing. Lucifer feels distant, and Gabriel thinks he is lightyears from his brother despite him being mere inches away. 

   Lucifer abstractly traces dendrite when he’s nearing the final unkempt clot of feathers, absentmindedly humming a familiar tune. This time, Gabriel says nothing. His scintillant wings tense up at bitter ice fingertips picking at his golden light.

   “... down here, a dying dove crawls…”

   The lyrics have changed. Lucifer feels numb; Gabriel feels scared.

   It’s the last expression Lucifer sees from Gabriel, and it’s the last thing he remembers when he returns from Eden. He is abruptly a liar, he is a liar without deceiving. He is no longer the Morningstar. He is the Serpent.

   Michael’s rigid voice is echoing, lightning is cracking, angels are wailing. His Father's—his Father who is wrong—light feels cold. Lucifer can’t hear, feel any of it. The thrum of a familiar lullaby is beating in his ears. All harshly fades away when he promptly perceives that the burning white fire that had smouldered within him is suddenly reality, and it is reflected on vermillion wings. He is physically falling, a lightheadedness clouding his consciousness, and when he forces open his forlorn eyes against the whizzing wind, he sees smoke. Lucifer screams.

   Vermillion is ablaze. He is frightfully alone as he fleetly plunges into an unknown abyss, an alien place that is farther from home than he can begin to comprehend. A despairing attempt to frantically flap his wings ensues, but they only twitch. He tries again in a panic, and the insatiable white flames tease him with a hungry smirk. The Serpent relents in his feeble attempts to salvage his wings, squeezing his eyes shut again and dreadfully awaiting impact.

   Lucifer can’t help but wonder if gold would be more successful.

   He is going to be the dove. He is the dove.

𓏧༻🕊️༺𓏧

   Gabriel is grown; It’s Lucifer’s first observation.

   A foolish little part of him expected him to never age, forever remaining the same sweetly innocent fledgling that Lucifer once held lovingly in his arms. Forever lasting the same playful angel that struggled to tag him back. Forever retaining the same ambitious persistence to hear his big brother’s stories. Forever seeping golden washes of sunlight through his toothy beams, harboring the brightest light in existence within his being.

   This time, it's Gabriel who has changed; He has dimmed significantly. Lucifer misses his light.

   Lucifer maps the faint outline of his brother’s golden wings with his eyes, burnishing cracks through the universe’s perceptibility to accommodate him. Lucifer had frequently thought about the refined softness of the gold between his fingers when he was imprisoned, and he’d pondered about who would care for them while he was away. Who would pluck his fledgling’s feathers during preening season, who would tell him stories and lull him to sleep? In this moment, Lucifer can see that nobody has; Gabriel’s gold is matted and besmirched.

   Gabriel was alone, just as he had been.

   He wields a blade, Lucifer acknowledges. Gabriel intends to kill him, despite the blatantly obvious fear in his true form's numerous uncertain azure eyes. Lucifer can sense it from miles away. It’s the same look he’d worn when Lucifer had last allo-preened his brother’s butterscotch wings—The look he’d bore when Lucifer sang the last notes of their lullaby, one he’d twisted to mirror his emotions at the time.

   Gabriel’s hands slightly tremble as he raises his blade behind his brother, reluctantly creeping forward. Lucifer’s tarred wings twitch like they did when he fell, and he imperceptibly rubs at the deity blood stuck between his fingertips in anticipation.

   He doesn’t want to be the dove again.

   He turns. The fear in Gabriel’s irises is more decipherable, so visible that Lucifer can nearly catch up on all the millennia he’d missed in this very moment. Lucifer is catatonically speaking, though he barely understands it himself. The blade is resting like bait against Gabriel’s skin, a tense pressure that Lucifer can almost feel against his own chest. 

   Lucifer wants to see his baby brother’s light again.

   He does. The blade is abruptly buried in Gabriel’s being, and his brother’s fear is gone. Intense radiance of pure, euphoric sunlight envelops Lucifer as Heaven’s Messenger’s last flicker of light shines, just as he was meant to do. Brilliant light is blinding; Gabriel’s is alluring. Lucifer is warm for the first time since his wings were searing, and he thinks he hears the memory of Gabriel humming their lullaby. Gabriel feels like home, he feels like the fledgling he once knew. Lucifer feels like himself again. He sees gold.

   It’s over as quick as it began.

   Lucifer is alone again. Though, now, he stands over the fledgling he’d raised, the fledgling he cherished, the fledgling he loved—His fledgling. His wings are no longer gold, no longer luminous. They are gloomy, blackened shadows against the hardwood floor. Lucifer’s stomach twists in knots, spurts of swelling emotions he hadn’t felt in years swirling sourly in his being, and he drops Gabriel’s blade. 

   Gold is black. Gabriel is gone.

   That same foolish part of him expected there to be nothing but raw sunshine where Gabriel now lies, for his vessel to evaporate and his grace to rejoin the bright star he was created from. Instead, he sees vermillion; a thin stream of it dripping in blots against the floor.

   Lucifer can’t help but notice the way his blood oozes in a familiar dendrite pattern. Dendrite; Gabriel, a grand cluster of light so brilliant, his gold wings streaked with crystallized branches of it.

   The Serpent leaves, the whispers of a certain tune in his head. He hopes it can conceal the shrieking sound of his own convoluted thoughts.

   He doesn’t want to be the dove again. Gabriel takes his place.