#but when i first saw lucifer sitting like that my immediate first thought was “oh wow”

[melverie]

have been thinking about it some more and. the gall to call lucifer daddy while he sits there serving absolute cunt like

No but you're so right. The ways of the English localization team are forever beyond me, but did they even look at the way Lucifer is sitting there like an absolute queen serving harder than Asmo whenever he gets drunk on people showering him with love bordering on worship before they settled on daddy of all things?

Someone working on the English translation seems to push their daddy dom Lucifer agenda whenever they get the chance to and like, good for them I suppose, but I would honestly prefer not to be part of it 😭

[fiendishfables]

Hello! Can I plz request Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x reader where he meets the reader and is attracted to her but after he sees her transform into a beautiful Light Fury dragon (How To Train Your Dragon) he's like: they have to be mine.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Female! Lightfury Shifter! Reader

summary: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ; ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴜ��ʜᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ…

warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff, Lucifer + reader are secretly in love and are complete dorks about it

words: 6k+

a/n: I saw this request and immediately got to work; I love HTTYD, so I hope you enjoy its inclusion in this fanfic. I was thinking about adding 1-2 more parts to this; just let me know in the replies if you guys even want a second part to this; wanna give y'all what you want. Thanks again, anon, for requesting this! ^_____^

A Dragon's Vow

(Part 1?)

Lucifer had been standing in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, speaking with his daughter, Charlie, when he first met you. He had come by the morning after extermination to check on her, as well as the other residents of her hotel (for whom he didn't particularly care for, in all honesty; especially not that Alastor fellow).

They had been speaking about renovations to the hotel after the events that took place prior and during the extermination. The hotel had suffered many damages to both its interior and exterior; damages that normally would take one a while to fix if they weren't in Hell. He promised Charlie his help with fixing whatever needed fixing.

And that's when he first saw you.

Everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, residents and all. His eyes had begun scanning around all the potential bodies that would be helping with the reconstruction of his daughter's life-long dream of a project, when he had spotted a head of pure white hair in the group's mass. He squinted his eyes, as he couldn't remember seeing such a color that stood out as much as it did, but when he saw your face it was all over for him.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your hair had to have been a result of your transformation into the afterlife. He had never known any being to have such a pure color for hair while still being alive. At least, not naturally.

Your body, from what he could see, appeared to be dusted with white glitter markings, highlighting your already beautiful skin. The light coming through the broken windows of the hotel seemed to gravitate towards your figure, as if sensing the need to accentuate how unique your presence actually was.

In Lucifer's mind, it was almost like looking straight at an angel.

Only was he shaken from his thoughts when he finally noticed the pair of snapping fingers that had been in-front of his face for who knows how long. They belonged to his daughter.

"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed, continuing the snap of her fingers in-front of his eyes until he finally gathered his bearings with a blink, turning to look at her.

"Huh- oh, did you need something dear?" He asked, blinking his eyes slowly, like a toad who'd been sitting on a log all day without interaction. Charlie gave a sigh and put her hands together as she then tried again to reach her father with words.

"I said," She began, a smile creeping its way up onto her face, "Dad, I would like you to meet our newest resident to the Hotel! Her name is Y/N! And, Y/N, this is my dad, Lucifer!"

Then, "I just wanted to introduce you both since we will all be spending lots of time together, trying to rebuild the hotel! I want everyone to get along!"

It was just then that he had realized that you were now also standing in-front of him, alongside his daughter. Your beautifully colored eyes were pinning him under their gaze. Your sparkling skin looked even more enticing up close. It really made him wonder what sort of hybrid you must've been to be able to adorn such a naturally beautiful look. Your eyes had looked at Charlie with such a softness, before turning their now piercing daggers onto him.

Wait...did his daughter say...Y/N?

That had to be a coincidence, he was sure. Such a familiar name, it was just making him think of those he used to know.

Yet, the leap of his heart in his ribcage didn't fail to go unnoticed.

He wasn't given much time to delve deeper into his confused thoughts, because he was already being pushed slightly closer towards you, as a means to encourage him to introduce himself instead of just standing there like an oaf, he assumed was Charlie's idea behind it all.

A goofy grin overtook his face as he took a step forward on his own accord, without any help from his daughter. He was going to nail this 'introduction'. Or so he thought.

As he began the simple motion of extending his arm for a polite handshake, he was surprised to see that, once he re-opened his eyes after a blink, you were no longer standing in-front of him.

Rather, in your place now stood a white, glittery colored dragon, lips pulled back in a snarl, baring your teeth, snout wrinkling with the motion.

Lucifer hardly had any time to react, let alone back up, before you let out an earth-rumbling roar; the sound caused him to instinctively reach a hand up to steady his top hat atop his head, to make sure it wasn't blown off by the force of your bellowing sound. He shut his eyes against the harsh gust of wind that suddenly swept past his face following the noise; the complaints and confused murmurs of the other hotel residents were barely audible as he was the one experiencing this head-on. More to the face than head, but same thing for him.

Once the whirlwind of noise had stopped, he opened his eyes just in time to see you turn tail and flee, going up the main stairs and off to one side of the staircase, disappearing deeper into the hotel. No one went after you. He supposed from that reaction he got just from trying to shake your hand, that was what you most preferred.

In that moment, he realized that Charlie was once again trying to tell him something, but his eyes were still trained on the last spot you'd been.

"Heh...sorry, Dad." Charlie said, rubbing the back of her neck with her big, awkward smile that he knew so well; she got it from him. "I-I forgot to mention that she's still a bit skittish. She was pretty banged up when we first found her during extermination. I've noticed that she doesn't seem to want to be touched or even remotely looked at for too long, for that matter. I shouldn't have pushed her or you, I'm so sor-"

"Charlie, it's fine." Lucifer assured, finally turning his body towards his daughter as they talked, leaning on his cane nonchalantly. "New sinners always need time to warm up to things down here! I can...always say 'hi' later." He assured, giving her a big grin of his own.

His eyes found themselves instinctually looking back over at the stairs and railing, then down the dark hallway where you had disappeared deeper into the hotel. A soft glimmer lit his eyes.

So it was true. He had thought you looked a little familiar...maybe a bit too familiar when he first laid eyes on you. The white hair might have been what threw him off to start, but there was no mistaking it now. The Lightfury form was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew you personally.

It was you.

Y/N. His acquaintance; the person who had tried to help him rebel against God, prior to his falling. Always he had wondered what had happened to you, being his helper in his schemes, after he fell. What had God done to you? Were you punished as well? He had never known and still didn't, for that matter.

At the time he had hoped, even though it was selfish to wish and he knew it, that you too, would be cast from the clouds and bound to join him in the afterlife down in the various cities of Hell.

What he had gathered from your sudden appearance here, at his daughter's Hotel, told him that you were most likely still living in Heaven, and probably against your will. Whether you were still an angel or not, he didn't know.

All he knew was that you weren't where you were supposed to be.

But he was determined to find out why you were here, and how on Earth you were still managing to be as beautiful as the last day he laid eyes on you.

Whilst everyone else was out helping with fixing hotel damages, Lucifer had snuck back into the hotel; he was searching for you, to put it plainly. You had caught his interest earlier, and he just wanted to apologize to you for being so forward and making you uncomfortable enough to scurry away like you had. He was also terrified that he had already made a horrible impression on such a beautiful woman, which whom used to work right alongside him back when they both spent their days in Heaven. He had lost you once; he couldn't afford for that to happen again, especially not when he could help it.

He practically skipped up the stairs two at a time to the second floor of the hotel, as that was where he had watched you disappear an hour or so ago. He assumed that meant your room was somewhere nearby.

It surely didn't take him too long to find your room. The side of the door exposed to the hallway had some unique-looking, luminescent vines hanging down from the top of it; some tiny glowing crystal shards were embedded into the wood of the doorframe.

Lucifer stood outside that door for a good five minutes. He swallowed many times, as if trying to physically push the nerves back into his body.

What was he supposed to say? What should he do? How should he act? Would you even let him near you? Did you remember him at all? Did you...hate him?

He remembered receiving some pretty angry sounding letters from you when he fell from Heaven. Claiming to him about how the angels, as your side of the punishment, had started using you for tests to try and better understand your hybrid anatomy; forcing you into executing angels who refused to follow the rules with your plasma blasts. He had then sent a letter back, asking why they didn't cast you out like they did him. You told him it was because the angels deemed you 'too valuable' to just be thrown down into 'that wasteland', as they put it.

Lucifer shook his head. He was still stalling. You were just on the other side of this door, someone who he used to call his partner in crime; his friend. He sighed, straightened his outfit whilst taking a deep breath, then knocked a total of three times.

He waited patiently, tapping his foot outside the door silently, mentally willing for you to open the door and possibly (hopefully) greet him with open arms.

But like all the other things pertaining to your complicated relationship status, he knew that was amongst the many things that was very unlikely.

He raised his fist to knock again but there was no need. The door opened a crack. He stiffened in surprise, moving his head to peer into the small crack the sudden opening provided. A soft glow could be seen within the room but besides that, the interior was shrouded in darkness. Although you yourself had not physically come to the door to let him in, he took this as an invitation rather than a deterrent. Stepping inside, wincing at the small creak of the door on its hinges, he shut it behind him without so much as a sound.

Lucifer looked around, taking in the interior design of your room. The half shrouded in blacks and greys looked like any of the other hotel rooms. It held a fancy, well-kept king sized bed; a nicely crafted wooden desk with a chair, a small carpet under it additionally to avoid scratching the floors; a large dresser; a decent sized standing mirror beside the bed; a small nightstand on either side of said bed.

The other half of your room was a totally different story completely.

And he had to admit, it was pretty amazing.

The second half was an expanse of forest-like figures. It held high rocks that seemed to stretch to the endless ceiling of the room, while the original half of your room had a short-stopped ceiling just high enough for five-star comfort. Said rocks held many various colored crystals on them, each which glowed a slightly different color than its neighbor, each bearing that welcoming yet cautioning signal to any beholder.

The wooden floor gave way to a grassy texture; the grass was glowing lightly, looking more like an expansive patch of algae rather than everyday grass. He could tell it was most likely very soft though, as it swayed lightly, subtly, as if a draft were coming through from somewhere not visible to the naked eye. There was even a little pond in the distance he could see!

As he thought to himself more and more, he realized that he did know what this stuff was. Landscape one would see in The Hidden World. In your Heaven days, the both of you would sit around for hours and swap stories with one another, going all the way back to the times when you were alive and what life was like for you. You always spoke to him about The Hidden World; the homeland and birthplace of all the dragons of your kind. From what you had told him about it, he had deemed it pretty amazing in his mind. He remembered you speaking about the glowing necessities, the luminescent markings on dragons, the crystals you sometimes liked to collect, and the overall peaceful atmosphere. He was able to get a general image in his mind of all the things pertaining to the homeland that you mentioned; looking at this area of your room now, he told himself it was probably safe to assume that this whole area was a resemblance of where you come from. He felt as if he could almost puff his chest out in pride for remembering something so important to you. Of course, he had to stay humble now if he wanted any chance of getting you to talk with him once again; maybe not like old times, but a greeting would be nice, surely.

You had said that The Hidden World was truly a place that you felt peace for the first time in your life whilst you were alive. Then you had proceeded to tell him after that, that he now provided that same feeling for you. That sense of safety. Security. Belonging.

As he made his way across the normal part of the room to get to the additional beauty, that's when he noticed you there. You were, hanging from a bare tree by the tail, it looked like. Your beautiful, white wings were wrapped around yourself except for a tiny crack in their merging.

And in this crack between your wings, was a thin-slitted pupiled eye staring straight at him.

The sight caused him to freeze in his tracks, with one foot now in the glowing, algae-like grass. He gave a nervous smile your way, which only caused you to narrow said eye further and uncurl your wings. Like the most skilled acrobatic, he watched as you unfurled your long, slender dragon body; walking along the branch, you then jumped down to the grass below.

Your eyes were still slits as you approached him now, slowly, cautiously. Almost as if he were the prey and you the predator. Honestly, that's how Lucifer felt right now.

But then, instead of pouncing, you just stopped and stared at him. Your long, elegant tail lashed slowly, barley touching the grass as it swayed freely, yet with a controlled fashion. Eyes still narrowed, you let out a snort of annoyance, rolling your eyes, before tossing your head in an irritated gesture and finally coming to sit on the grass, still a ways away from him.

"...You're ruining my grass..." You huffed, narrowed eyes taking him in, raking over him as if you could pick him up and toss him out of your proximity with just a gaze.

He blinked at your dragon form, confused. Then he looked down, seeing how one of his shoes was sunken slightly into the delicate, glowing grass. He gave a sheepish smile, quickly removing his foot and placing it back on the hardwood, rubbing his neck with a nervous chuckle. Although he knew there was a human soul beneath the dragon you were currently transformed into, he also knew that you could probably reach him in a faster time than he could scream. So, he wanted to try and keep you happy, especially if it meant you would keep talking to him, even if in a condescending tone. And especially since he didn't know your current feelings towards him.

"Sorry, I-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses, Lucifer. Don't you think you've given enough of those already these past hundred years?"

He looked up at you, eyes shining with a little bit of hurt. That might be the first time you had ever used his full name since he first met you. He was so used to you calling him Luci.

Lucifer just...didn't sound right. Not coming from you.

"I-"

"Then, you come in here and trample my grass; the same grass of my homeland; the grass my ancestors before me walked on!"

"I-its just grass, darling-"

Your head snapped in his direction quite violently due to the nickname and his response. Your body stood up on its own accord and began slowly stalking over to him.

"Just...grass? Just GRASS?! I was born on said grass-"

You continued walking towards him, pupils back to those dangerous slits that signaled your current emotional state; upset and angry. You kept rambling to him about the grass and its importance to your true home. You got so close to him to the point that he had to start taking steps backward, until there was no room left to do so. He was at the door to your room, back pressed roughly to it as your dragon form prowled closer to him, flat snout right in-front of his face; he could practically feel the hot air being emitted from your nostrils. By this time, you were nearing the end of your rant.

"and at the end of the day-" You let out a hiss, baring your teeth. "...it really is just grass."

Your face relaxed almost immediately. Your wrinkled snout became smooth again, the luminescent glows from the vines on the door making it sparkle lightly. Your bared teeth dropped their snarl, turning your dragon lips into a sly smirk. You turned tail and lazily sauntered back to the grassy expanse of glowing vegetation. Doing a few circles in one spot you then decided to lay down on your side, eyes never leaving his. Almost as if you were taunting him to draw nearer.

"I- oh. Wait, what? W-What-"

Lucifer sighed and awkwardly leaned on his cane, rubbing his temples. He knew you to be intimidating back then but holy shit, now? Now thinking about it, he never really had experienced your fury head on before. He hoped he never had to.

Seemingly sensing his hesitation, you sighed.

"Oh for fucks sake, Lucifer. I was kidding. You of all people should know how dramatic I like to be."

Seeing as he still didn't move a muscle, as if wanting to respect your personal space and not get any closer if you really didn't want him to, your cylinder-shaped ears flattened against your head, an almost worried look overtaking your features.

As if he didn't believe you were real.

"Am I really that scary?"

As soon as that question left your lips, he was by your side. Having teleported, it made you jump a little when he so suddenly appeared by your side on the grass, sitting cross-legged.

You let your muscles relax once again, letting out a silent breath. You offered him a toothy, cute dragon smile. He gave you his big, signature grin right back.

"No, no, no. You're one of the most beautiful dragons I have ever seen! Absolutely no one can compare to your beauty, light one!"

With the way he spoke, as if he was presenting a speech, it made you let out a huff and a snort, which was also the dragon equivalent of a laugh in most cases. It also made your heart thump rapidly in your chest, hearing him use the nickname he often used for you back when you both resided above the clouds together.

Light one.

You figured it was only fair to change back into your human body, since it had been so long since you had seen one another in person, that he deserved to talk with you face-to-face and not to the face of a dragon, no matter how much he claimed you were beautiful both ways.

In a span of seconds, there was no longer a large dragon sitting beside Lucifer in the grass, but rather another individual, just as himself. Your legs were crossed just as his were, mimicking his body language. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, although throughout it all you could feel his eyes on you. With how quick he was to reassure you of your beauty, you knew he must be dying to ask you a bunch of questions; catch up on all that you had missed of one another's life since his falling and sparse letters in between.

You sighed and folded your hands in your lap, looking at your soft, glitter-dusted skin. It was hard to think of things to say when you really need not say anything at all. The silence, for you at least, said all that words could not and so much more beyond that limitation.

"Look, Luci, I-"

A sudden force knocked you onto your side, arms wrapping around you in the span of a second, squeezing you tightly. You yelped in surprise, although it was quite obvious the only person it could be.

"Oh my goodness, it really is you!" Lucifer exclaimed happily, eyes shut tight as he buried his face into your neck as your hug proceeded. "I knew it! Oh, I knew it as soon as you transformed back in the lobby- when you called me Luci just now. Oh my gosh, it really is you!"

He sounded exactly like a little kid might on Christmas, just getting their first train set, with many more to come after that within the following years. Alongside that excitement usually followed laughter, and oh was that universal sound flowing in the room at this moment.

You were both hugging and laughing to your hearts content after you had gotten over the initial shock of him bowling you over. For a little man, he surely had strength, that was for certain. Yet you knew best that he was not to be underestimated.

"Shit- yes, yes, it's me, I promise! I know the looks a bit new, but its me!" You said, trying to speak coherently through his own rambling and excitement of having finally found his friend after so long. The person who had been by his side through all his rights and wrongs whilst in Heaven. His wingwoman. His ride or die.

The person whom he had loved since first glance, but was too much of a coward to ever admit it. He always knew you deserved better.

"I-I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe you're really here! After...after all this time. Oh, Y/N...how I've missed you..."

Lucifers voice had dropped to a whisper at this point. You had to strain your ears to hear him, but made sure you did. You always heard him, whether he thought so or not.

"I've missed you too, Luci...really. I'm so sorry we got separated. I should've fought harder for your safety, I should've tried harder to convince the council, I-"

A finger found its way to your lips, shushing you with one, quick motion.

"Stop. Just...stop." Lucifer said, brows furrowed, a sad look overtaking his features as he sighed, eyes closed. "It was my fault for even convincing you to help me in the first place. I should've just kept you out of it."

He sniffled softly, turning his body away from yours a bit, not wanting you to see how emotional he was getting. He could still remember the way you cried his name as you got a front-row seat to watching him fall, courtesy of Adam.

Adam. That son of a bitch. He could only imagine the cruel and unusual punishments the sadistic man had thrown at you in return for helping the Devil himself (although he hadn't had that role back then just yet).

"What have they done to you...you know, since I left? They knew we had a good connection. I can only imagine the things they did to you as a result of helping me. I know you said they refuse to kill you or cast you out..." He muttered, now having his knees up to his chest, his chin resting on top of them.

You frowned, mainly in pity for him, watching him seem to curl up into himself like this. You had been thinking about all the ways the separation had been hurting you all these years, but now you had come to realize that you hadn't done much thinking about how it was affecting Lucifer. You figured that, since his fall, he had been doing just dandy down in Hell with his wife, Lilith. God, you hated that woman, or at least you had when they had decided to cast Lilith down into Hell with Lucifer instead of you. Many nights you had cried yourself to sleep, wishing so desperately that you could be down in this wasteland with him, comforting him about the recent events. You knew Lilith most likely wasn't doing it, and even if she was, you knew you could do better. He was your truest friend. You knew him both inside and out. Better than anyone.

"Its not of importance what they did and still do to me, Luci-"

"Yes it is! It's very important!" He burst out, making you raise an eyebrow. "It was supposed to be my job to protect you from any harm that came our way, remember? Remember what I said? I-I promised to always protect you from danger, to keep you safe, and I couldn't even do that without messing up!"

He threw his hands up, exasperated, using a gloved hand to cover his eyes and rub them. You gave him a soft, sad smile, one you were not sure if he saw, but knew he could sense. He was being way too hard on himself, you knew.

You had made the choice to help him, and wouldn't change a thing about that decision.

"Lucifer..." You spoke lightly, as if speaking to a scared animal. In a way, you were. "None of what happened to me is your fault. None of what is still happening to me is your fault. If someone has to take the fault, it should be me. I knew what I was potentially getting myself into when I agreed to help you. Those possible consequences never mattered to me."

You had to look away from him for a split second, some tears falling from your eyes as you blinked, then onto the lush grass beneath both your bodies. A deep breath inflated your chest before you allowed yourself to continue talking.

"All that ever mattered to me..." You began again, voice shaky as you maintained your composure, "...was the fact that I was getting to help my closest friend. The first person in Heaven who welcomed me, took me in with open wings. The first person to ever hug me. The first person to show me how unique and special I was, as well as my abilities and hybrid form. The first person who...didn't look at me like I was some sort of monster, due to the fact that I could transform into a dragon."

This seemed to shock him, for he raised his head to stare at you once again, cheeks lightly tear stained.

"People thought you a monster?" He asked, eyes wide and confused. "Why? H-How-"

You shrugged and picked at the grass beneath you with a finger.

"People tend to be scared of the things they don't understand, Luci. Things they've never seen before, such as a hybrid like myself. Even angels get scared sometimes, believe it or not."

Lucifer was at a loss for words. The angels had seen you as a monster when you first appeared at their gates? Someone as beautiful, majestic, and powerful as you? He truly couldn't believe that. He made a silent promise to himself in that very moment to give Adam a little extra punch for treating you like that upon your first visit to Heaven. You had never told him, either. Or, at least you hadn't had the time to before he fell.

"Apparently." Lucifer grumbled, whilst rolling his eyes. "Damn idiots never know what the hell they're talking about..."

At this, you raised both your eyebrows, and couldn't help the small giggle that left your lips at his protective nature. After all of this time not seeing one another, he was still as protective over you as the first day you met. It was refreshing to see that some things really never did change when it came to the King of Hell. Since the day he became so.

He perked up as you began to giggle, a shot of red flashing across his features from embarrassment. Then, despite himself, he too began to chuckle.

The steady rhythm of his heart made itself well known in his ears as the two of you continued to laugh together, just like old times in the clouds.

Although when you were together it felt like no time had passed at all, you both were aware that that was far from the truth.

You had some catching up to do.

The hellish sun beat down on the Hazbin Hotel. All the other residents, including Charlie, were outside helping to rebuild and design a new look for the previously destroyed hotel.

You and Lucifer had finally come out from your room after chatting it up for what had to have been over an hour. It was nice, now knowing the truth behind some of the things that had happened to him, and you were sure he felt the same about the things pertaining to you. He had promised you he would deliver quite the ruthless punch to Adam's groin when he saw him next, due to the things he had put you through after his falling. This had made you roll your eyes, but the idea wasn't dismissed. You'd allow it. Maybe even a couple times. Especially if it meant you got to see Lucifer happy.

Now, both of you were currently outside with everyone else, helping to rebuild the structure of his daughters hotel. You were in the form of your Lightfury, whilst Lucifer was standing proudly on your back as you flew laps around the perimeter of the hotel, giving him range to shoot blasts of magic, where building parts would then materialize before ones eyes.

You craned your neck around to look at the little man on your back, who was already looking down at you, smiling like the dork you knew him to be. This was almost like the perfect moment, especially after the deep conversation you both had back in the hotel room-

"DAD! No riding my residents, please! I'm glad you're making friends though! Proud of you! I just don't think we have the insurance to cover an injury yet!"

Charlie's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, causing both of you to startle and look down at her. She had a finger pointed up at you both, an adoring smile on her face; following it were the rest of the residents eyes. You both were now the spotlight of attention.

Your smooth-skinned dragon face had a bit of a red tint to it now because of the princess's words, and you didn't even have to look at Lucifer to be able to say that he looked the same. His daughter didn't even know how deep the history went between you both; she didn't even know you two knew one another prior to this. Nor did she really need to know. It could be you and Lucifers little secret. Something just for the two of you.

You snorted at her words, managing to screw your face into an extremely unamused expression quick enough to hide the blush, making sure to keep flapping your wings so you wouldn't falter in your hovering.

"Dear, you may just find yourself jealous because I have a dragon and you lack one! You see this beauty? Extraordinary! Such a great species too, infact-"

You managed to look even more annoyed than you felt, as Lucifer continued to take it upon himself to deliver a little speech on your back whilst you were just hovering there, explaining his good fortune to have found a friend in you once again and now being able to get free rides. But, no one seemed to tell him that you were the one steering this ship.

In the span of a millisecond, you had tipped your body to the side, sending him sliding off your back and plummeting towards the ground, following with him yelping in both surprise and momentary fear. You snorted in amusement and instantly tucked your wings and went into a dive, following right after him.

The wind whistled past your sensitive ears as you were now falling right beside him. You looked at him with your wide, cat-like eyes, a curious coo escaping your throat as he just smirked at you, putting his hands behind his head as you both fell through the air, as if in some sort of movie. You then narrowed your sharp eyes and struck him playfully in the chest with a paw, sending him spinning off balance and crashing into some nearby bushes.

Quick to steady yourself, you quickly turned around midair and swooped just low enough to snag Charlie from off the ground, holding her in your arms, before letting her climb onto your back and sitting comfortably. Her smile was wide and cheerful, making you laugh as you shot back up into the air.

"Woo-hoo!" Charlie hollered, holding onto your neck by wrapping both her arms around its thick expanse as you warbled in response, showing off your toothy dragon grin as you flapped your wings vigorously, taking both you and the daughter of Hell off into the surrounding city.

Lucifer sat up in the mas of bushes, spitting out some leaves and rubbing the side of his head. He could've used his wings to slow his fall but he figured if it made you smile, he would get a little banged up. He still had that same grin plastered to his face.

He couldn't even be annoyed as he picked off thorns from his suit and top hat, watching with a soft sparkle in his eyes as his two favorite girls flew away together into the sunset.

Upon Charlie finding and helping you on extermination day, which had been only yesterday, you had now become an official resident of the Hotel. You kept telling yourself it was temporary until you were able to go back up to Heaven, but the more time you spent under the clouds and the feet of those still alive and walking, the more you came to realize that this place felt more like a home than the one you came from originally.

Lucifer had promised to wait for you in Hell after he fell, even for all eternity if that's how long it took for your pure soul to deserve damnation.

In return, you had promised never to truly leave him. To never abandon. To never relinquish your connection. And you would hold that promise, through and through.

It was your vow.

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

hazbin crew with a reader that's having a love surge. it means to where their like jumping or just fidgeting and giggling and just really wanting affection and when they get it (like a hug or something) their just so giddy about it afterwards

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer.

Warnings: They/Them pronouns used for Reader.

A/N: I researched to know more about it and man, why were people so mean to that poor couple, they were just being sweet. Thanks for the ask anon and sorry if I wrote a love surge wrong.

𖤓Charlie

• She easily notices the way you're fidgety, your legs are moving even though you're sitting quietly, you have a smile on your face and she gets a little worried.

• “Is everything okay Reader? You look unquiet.”; you proceed to try and explain what a love surge is and will tell her not to worry.

• Her eyes shine with the new information, she just can't help but few proud when anyone at the hotel open up about anything, especially if is something she can help with.

• She'll ask if she can give you a hug to easy you, you immediately say yes, you're earning for any kind of affection at this point and oh boy, do you get it. Charlie totally gives the best hugs in the world and she gives one extra tight to you.

• Your legs kick a little more in excitement before you completely melt on her arms, putting your head on her shoulder and giggling like a idiot, she sits there and waits until you feel better again.

• She'll be always looking out to see if you're having a love surge again and will offer a hug everytime, you don't have to worry about it alone anymore.

𖤓Vaggie

• Is extremely confused at first, she thinks your having some sort of epilepsy attack by the way you're moving your arms.

• When you explain she's clearly still a little confused but doesn't seem as judgmental as you thought she would be, you wonder if maybe Charlie experiences that too, that's why she's so chill about it.

• She's not the best with physical affection, she's more the one to show love through actions so she would probably ask Charlie to do the hugging part while she makes sure you're feeling alright.

• One day you would be having another love surge, and couldn't help but hug her from behind. At first you were one second away from being tossed to the ground by surprising her, but when she notices it's you she calms down more and decides to stay quiet while you put your love out.

• You swear you saw her blush after being hugged but you're too busy with your arms around her and resting your head on the top of her head to care too much, you just want to enjoy the moment, since it probably won't happen again.

𖤓Alastor

• He's the most confused man on the world, he does not get why you are so unquiet and giggling to yourself, he thinks you're going totally insane.

• If somehow, out of curiosity, he asks you what's going on and listens to your explanation, he won't see very impressed.

• He doesn't know really how to make you feel better in those moments, he's not a big fan of showing or receiving affection. He would talk to Rosie about it and she would say that he should at least try and help you.

• He's giving you small taps on the head, maybe swinging you around when he finds a opportunity to dance, he's trying his best and that's just enough for you.

• The down side to him is that after a while, every time he shows you affection after a love surge, you hold onto him like a koala to a tree and he won't find the courage to tell you to leave, he's being too soft with you and that makes him annoyed.

• “So, what's up with you two?” Husker would ask one day with a smug on his face. “I would shut up if I was you, Husker my friend.” Alastor growls back, with a smiling Reader holding him by the waist on a hug.

𖤓Husker

• Would probably notice you're having a love surge before anyone else, he's good a reading people, he may not know the exact name, but he'll be the first to confront you about it.

• He's very open minded and understands what you mean, he understands what you're probably feeling in those times even if he doesn't shows it. He keeps small details on the back of his mind, so he always knows how to act around certain people.

• When you're having a love surge, he'll call you to the bar, sit by your side and pull you close with his wings. He won't say a word or do more than that, he'll keep drinking his cheap booze, he won't stop you from cuddling in him.

• Don't get too cocky tho, as much as he enjoys seeing you all giggly and feeling comfortable he won't let you rub his ears or let you touch his tail, he has boundaries and won't let you break then. He'll let you brush your fingers through his feathers if you ask very nicely.

• You two could probably be found sleeping in the bar’s counter a few hours later, you because all your energy was drained out by his affection and him because he got way to drunk, face probably smacked into the counter.

𖤓Angel

• When he sees you jumping he also thinks you're going insane; when you explain to him he laughs and makes a rude joke about it.

• He stops laughing when he notices that you were actually sad because of his joke, you normally aren't affected by his jokes, you know it's his way to show he cares but that one made you feel down because it's something you already don't have much confidence about.

• He looks at your sad face before sighing and pulling you to a side hug with one of his four arms. You looked surprised at him, mainly because this feels like a genuine shown of affection and he rarely gives anyone those, but hey, you're not complaining.

• I like to believe he would also give you quick kisses on the top of your head, he pretends it's because he's trying to mess with you or that is just a lazy way to do his flirting but you can feel there's something more about it, especially because he smiles when you giggle with his kisses.

• Recovering your energy after a love surge while sleeping on his fluffy chest is something that happens a lot too, that's simply the best pillow in the world, what can you do?

𖤓Niffty

• She doesn't understand very well what do you mean and probably is the one that least cares, she's already very affectionate with you! Well… in her own way.

• She'll just keep doing what she already does and climb you like a tree, give you gifts made out of bugs, clean you with her duster and sit on your lap once and a while.

• Even that is already enough for you to feel so loved that you feel yourself just giddy while gently holding her in your arms, she's (kinda) the side of a teddy bear and is the best one to hug.

• She would also show affection in these moments by climbing on the couch and making your hair in different hairstyles, brushing and putting accessories on it until you're a giggly mess, she finds your reactions funny.

𖤓Sir Pentious

• The first time he sees you fidgeting he's very confused, but different from everyone, he wouldn't ask you at first what was happening, he would go to Charlie to see if she knew what was wrong.

• “What's wrong with them?”; “I don't know… hey! Why won't we make it our next exercise? Communication is the key to be a good person and to reach redemption, so, go there and try to be communicative with them.”

• When he finally asks you about it, he's a little surprised to hear the answer, he doesn't know how to react to it very well but doesn't ask you what he can do to help, he's going to discover himself, he's a genius after all! Guess he already forgot about the communication exercise.

• He reaches the conclusion that hugs and holding hands might help you in those occasions, so he does it! In the most awkward way possible, he practically screams to the whole hotel that he's about to hug you and he's also a blushing mess, he's just not used to it.

• And when you got all giddy about it right after too? He just panicked thinking he did something wrong or hurted you, you have to calm him down and say it's okay and that's just a normal reaction from you.

• Besides being kinda awkward and having no experience showing affection, he's a great hugger and can be a real sweetheart with you, especially when you two are alone, he gets more nervous when there are people around him, he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of anyone.

𖤓Lucifer

• When you first tell him about it, he would sort of understand the feeling, there were times when he looked at Lilith and Charlie that he couldn't contain himself and would pull them into a hug or else he felt he could explode of how much love he had for them.

• And because of that he'll let you be as clingy and as affectionate as you need to put all that energy out. He would hug you, let you play with his wings, bake for you and teach you how to build rubber ducks.

• Do I need to say even more how much he's a sucker for physical affection? He's simply in ecstasy to have someone around that loves him so much and that isn't just his daughter.

• Everytime you feel giddy from the love surge, he'll make sure to hold you still so you don't fall, it's like you're drunk of how much love you're receiving.

• There were times were both of you were just exhausted from having a nice time together, he would bring you to his apple tower and cuddle with you until both felt the energy come back.

[liveontelevision]

Little Lucifer x Reader blurb that's been sitting in my drafts for like 2 weeks my bad yall

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"You know, it's a little embarrassing, I actually had a crush on you when I first came to the hotel." You try to laugh it off, giggling between the lines of a ludicrous thought.

A crush?

On the King of Hell?

I mean, come on.

Oh, but he had to bite his tongue. Hard. He needed to play it off just like you were. By the time he had processed the information, your back was facing him, already engaged in some other conversation with Angel Dust.

You treated it like just a passing thought, a little qwip to make your friends laugh. But that's not what really bugged Lucifer. No, it was the past tense of it all. What could've turned your feelings rotten? Were you so sure that nothing could happen? That it wasn't even a possibility? Why did those feelings vanish?

What did I do wrong?

"You're gonna catch a fly, your majesty!" An accent accompanies the phrase that finally snaps him out of his fog. Angel Dust sends you and the bartender into a little fit of snickers.

He was in fact sitting mouth open, eyes wide. He was hoping he could play it off by simply not mentioning it allowed, but his body betrayed him. He let his thoughts run over the arrogance he should've been feeling- as the sin of pride- so he goes with that.

"Of course, you had a crush on me! I'm The King of Hell, I'm sure all that power can be quite alluring. And my smile, obviously." His daring smirk he holds slowly fades when he hears a scoff passing your lips.

"Yeah, obviously." You roll your eyes at his words, leaning against the counter. Your nonchalant demeanor seems to make Lucifer shrink. "But, no, really.. it was, uh... your sense of humor, and how flustered you'd get around Alastor- you'd get so red in the face," you're still laughing through your words, not noticing the shine in Lucifer's eyes just from the sound of it.

"And just.. you care so much, you know? About Charlie and the hotel, even those little ducks.. You put your heart into everything, and it shows." Lucifer swears the room had disapated around the two of you. With a flushed face, mostly due to the drinks - you'd never be so bold while sober - you're smiling at him so sweetly, he could get lost in just the way your lips curl. How your eyes squint and how your cheeks puff just a little when you fully grin.

A snort snaps both of you out of it.

"So, you like how he's a dad, huh? Is that it? Got a thing for dilfs-" You immediately push Angel from his stool as he starts yapping about some modern lingo Lucifer doesn't quite understand.

"What's that now?" Lucifer cocks his head to the side, watching you scramble and wrestle your hand over Angel's mouth.

"Nothing!" You blurt out quickly.

Moving on!

"B-But yeah, it's not a big deal, It was just a little crush. Besides, you're like a 10,000 year old angel, a king. Plus, I saw your ring-" Damn it. He finds himself placing his right hand overtop his left. "-and that kind of helped me get over it faster.. no harm, no foul!" You finish quickly.

"Well, we're not exactly together anymore." He said those words so fast that it brings everyone's attention to him. The thought of some newfound gossip drew Angel in, but the idea that Lucifer might be correcting you? That he's trying to argue the reasoning you gave as to why you can't like him? You feel your breath start to shallow.

"No shit! Got some marital problems with queenie? Give us the deets, your highness!" Angel is leaning on the back of his hands, eagerly awaiting the beans that Lucifer was apparently meant to spill. He looks around the lobby before sighing and tapping his finger absentmindedly. His claw against the metal wedding band makes a quiet tick-tick-ticking.

"O-Oh jeez.. uh..." before he can fret any further, the sensation of a warm palm overtop his fidgeting hands brings him a sense of dread and relief.

"You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to." You speak softly, aiming to sooth and also give a little privacy from the nosy guest behind you. And while he appreciates your sincerity, he needs you to understand.

"No no, I brought it up in the first place. But, uh.. you know, we've been together since Eden and 10,000 years is a long time. So.. we just drifted apart.. and sometimes..." Lucifer's eyes drop with his hesitant words. You weren't sure if he was reminiscing of fond times or regretting them with the face he was making. But then, his eyes come up to meet yours.

"Sometimes, people change."

[cloversnstrawberries]

hi! I’m the anon that requested the Vox relationship Headcannons lol (and good job they were amazing!!! Vox is such a bad person but I love him anyways <3) Could I request Lucifer (romantic) relationship Headcannons if you aren’t too busy? <3

yandere!lucifer x gn!reader general headcanons ! !

masterlist !

warnings; possessiveness, overprotectiveness, Lucifer being a very questionable person (he's very much not human and i tried to play that up that he doesn't really understand human morals or anything), murder, violence, religious references (enough that i felt the need to tag it), manipulation, guilt tripping, marking (scarring), and probably more that I didn't tag :[ i'm very bad at remembering things. once the words are written down they're out of my brain, so please tell me if i missed anything really big!!

additional notes; these are mostly about you two meeting/first getting together, i hope i did well on your request :]] and thank you so much!! i had a lot of fun writing the vox headcanons and playing around with how terrible he is!! :D i'm glad i did it justice :]

w/c; 1.8k

You and Lucifer probably met at the hotel, in this case Reader was one of the first residents (besides Angel and Pentious) to join the hotel.

When you two first met, you honestly didn't know he was Lucifer. You'd died after he started hiding from the public eye, and never looked into him much. Maybe you've seen pictures of him before, but you never put two and two together.

He was sitting on the sofa in the foyer when you first saw him, and he looked friendly enough. He was wearing duck pajama's after all, and that didn't strike you as very terrifying.

You thought he was a plain old resident, and you walked over to introduce yourself to him; and from there, it went rather smoothly.

You asked if you could sit next to him, and he readily agreed-- he looked a little shocked at first, but over the moon that someone was talking to him. When you started talking, he was quick to catch on that you didn't recognize him. You really thought he was another sinner,

He was very quick to get attached to you, primarily because you didn't have any fear as you talked to him. So, he lied-- just a little lie of omission, though! When you asked for his name, he'd thought for a moment, before deciding on "Lucy."

You smiled, soft and radiant and Lucifer felt like he'd finally seen the sun again after being holed up in his palace for so long. The real sun, the one he helped hang in the sky with careful, caring hands. You didn't have any reason to not believe him on his name, so you were none the wiser.

Your conversation lasted for a few hours-- you two had been up insanely early, around 3AM. Both of you were unable to sleep, and Lucifer had come down to watch some TV. It was muted, and the subtitles were on. You two quietly chatted about this and that, sometimes about the random shows you were watching.

By the time everyone else woke up, Vaggie being the first one down with Charlie a close second, you and Lucifer were already getting along like a house on fire.

When Charlie came down, she immediately beelined it to the two of you, Vaggie had sat down on one of the armchairs, wearily watching as you Lucifer talked.

"Oh my gosh!" Charlie exclaimed, and when you looked at her, she had that wide-eyed, excited look on her face-- one you'd only really seen in children before, still oblivious to the hardships of the world.

'Lucy' looked startled-- he was so engrossed in your conversation that he hadn't even realized the time. When Lucifer looked at Charlie, he couldn't even wish her a good morning before she launched into one of her rambles.

"When you came here, I didn't think you'd make any friends-- It's nothing against you, dad! people are just usually so scared of you-- well, because you're the devil, but i hoped you'd find a friend and you did--!"

Lucifer got extremely nervous as she kept going on and on-- he looked over to you, and you looked at him a little... differently. You'd definitely caught on to who he was, but he couldn't help but to try and do damage control. He was too attached by now, he'd be devastated if you shied away from him because of his (entirely deserved, but that's besides the point) reputation.

He felt horrible cutting his daughter off, but she didn't take it too bad. She looked sheepish, saying a quick "Sorry... I just get so excited! I'm just really happy you found someone to talk to besides me and Vaggie."

"He doesn't talk to me that much, Babe." Vaggie called from the armchair, and Charlie looked over and gave a non-committal shrug aimed toward her girlfriend. Still better than how much to talks to anyone else, you were sure Charlie would've said next if given the chance.

The damage was already done, he'd thought. He recognized that it was absolutely ridiculous how fast he'd fallen (hah!) for you, how quickly he'd sunk his claws into the idea of you and never wanted to let go,

But you... didn't care. You'd gotten to know him enough that you didn't see him as much of a threat. Sure, you felt pretty silly for thinking he was just a regular sinner like you, and not knowing that he was the literal devil, but otherwise you didn't see him very differently. If he'd raised someone as sweet as Charlie, then you decided that he couldn't be that bad, right?

Lucifer was touched by your sentiment, and completely unbeknownst to you, you'd just sealed your fate-- for better (or more likely) for worse.

You two's relationship moved... really fast, a little too fast for your liking, even. Not even a month after you'd properly met the man, he was already asking you on a date. At first, you'd had half the mind to decline him--

But something deep, deep in the back of your brain-- some primal sort of prey drive left over from your time alive, begged you to just go along with it. You didn't know why dread was curling in your stomach at the mere thought of politely declining his request-- to just say "I'm sorry... I'd like to get to know as a friend a little longer before considering being anything else."

You'd accepted, against your better wishes, sure-- but you'd still agreed to a dinner date regardless. It was a funny sight, seeing Lucifer bounce up and down on his heels as he turned and basically began to skip away, calling over his shoulder that'd he'd 'pick you up' by 7 tomorrow.

One date turned to two, then three-- and each time you'd wanted to put to a stop to it. It's not like you dislike Lucifer-- not at all, it's not even that you don't view him as a possible partner. You just felt like it was going way, way too fast for your personal preference.

And before you knew it, he was touting you around as his new partner. Charlie was ecstatic-- hell, she was even calling you her new parent. You didn't know if it was a fallen angel/hell born thing, or just something with Lucifer and Charlie--

It felt strange. You didn't know how to feel about it, so you tried to shove it from your mind.

When you got involved with the Devil-- when you found out the man you'd been chatting to over a crappy reality show was Lucifer himself, you knew he wouldn't abide by human measures.

Because he wasn't human, he never had been-- not like you had. He'd always observed humans from afar, both before his fall and afterward, though he only interacted with the worst of the worst down here.

His definition of things would be twisted, you understood that. It still freaked you out how... quick to violence he was. At first, you thought that maybe everything said about him was wrong, you know it was stupid to assume that-- all stories had their basis, after all;

But maybe he'd gotten past that, you thought. Maybe he'd gotten softer over the millennia's he's been around for?

When you got into a romantic relationship (halfway against your will, halfway not), you soon realized that nope! he definitely deserved his title as the devil, tormentor of souls!

Because-- holy shit, Did Lucifer have a mean streak when it came to anyone he perceived as a threat to you or your relationship. You'd considered confronting him about once or twice, how cruel he could be. He always brushed you off about it, and you never had the guts to push the issue.

I'm talking sinners eviscerated within a millisecond if they look at you "too long" (Lucifer never seemed to have a set definition of "looking too long", sometimes he let people get away with staring for a minute or two, and sometimes they barely glanced your way before he lashed out), entire restaurants-- hell, entire blocks cleared of any living being if someone dares you flirt with you and think they can get away with it (again, Lucifer's definition of 'flirting' is very... loose).

Lucifer doesn't wait, he doesn't let anyone try to stop him. Doesn't listen to you either, and if you're upset after his outburst, then he'll apologize. He never apologizes for the outbursts themselves, he apologizes for upsetting you with them, or that you had to see them.

Despite knowing that he's the devil, knowing that you should've expected this-- you still don't like it.

Because deep down, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that if he thought you were flirting with someone, that you were being unfaithful, he'd turn right around and do the same damn thing to you.

In reality, he'd delude himself into thinking that you were forced into doing that. You didn't mean to upset him, that you were manipulated into it! It was never his darlings fault, he'd picked his lover well! They wouldn't betray him, that'd be silly.

He doesn't see anything wrong with his behavior, the only time he feels even a little bit guilty is when you start distancing yourself from him because of it. You don't want to go out with him anymore, you're avoiding him--

So, although with massive difficulty, Lucifer tones it down. He wants you to feel safe around him-- at the core of it, his possessiveness stemmed from what was once protectiveness. One of his original duties was to protect and monitor the humans in the Garden, first Lillith and Adam, then Eve and Adam. His very purpose was to protect in those days!

He confronted you about it, about you avoiding him. He tried to ignore how you shook like a leaf-- but he couldn't but feel relief when the trembling slowly came to halt as you two talked it out. How he really doesn't mean to do this, to scare you.

It came off more like a string of excuses than an apology, but you had to take what you could get with him.

Eventually, you got on better terms. Started going out on dates again, and he actually did stay true to his word, believe it or not. He didn't maul people for looking at you-- even though he desperately wanted to,

However... you had been permanently scarred around your waist, where he always held you to keep you close. He'd dig his claws in so far that he could feel your ribs head-on before he realized and stopped, healing you quickly while apologizing like no tomorrow.

He could heal you completely, make sure there were scars or evidence of his claws ever being embedded in your flesh,

...Predictably, he never does heal it all the way. He never explains why he does it, but you've got a pretty good guess.

He views it as a claim of sorts. You can do nothing against it.

Lucifer is definitely the type to guilt trip you into staying-- if he so much as thinks you're considering leaving him, or distancing yourself again, he won't talk to you directly about it or anything.

He will, however, pull you aside and cry into your arms about how hard it is for him, using his depression, Lillith leaving him, his Father turning His back on him, his strained relationship with Charlie-- anything and everything he can think of that would make you feel bad to leave him alone.

It works every time, even though 9 times out of 10 you weren't even thinking about you two's relationship at the time he pulled you aside.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the brothers meeting mc's cat

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

do not let satan see the cat or he will get the headache of his life

at first he doesn't really care for the cat but he must admit they are cute

lucifer may or may not be quietly hoping for your cat to come sit down in his lap or something

he sits near the cat and sometimes hopefully glances over to them

don't point it out though

Mammon

immediately runs over to the cat and if they don't run away he'll start petting them and talking to them in one of those high pitched voices

the shame sets in once he realises you saw how happy he was to see a cat

'uh no mc you must have seen it wrong, I was just clearing my throat'

he will not be quiet about it if the cat meows at him

Leviathan

he'll admire the cat from afar he doesn't feel like petting them

because what if your cat hates him and scratches him

if the cat comes near him on their own he will try petting but will pull his hand away if the cat does that thing where they look up when you're trying to pet them

also levi thinks it super cute when cats loaf

Satan

you have just made his entire week simply by owning a cat

no matter how shy your cat might be eventually they will warm up to satan, since he knows many different types of cats

he always says 'oh big stretch' when your cat stretches

his whole ddd might crash due to the huge amount of pictures he will take of your cat

he will not leave the cat's side when they're in the same room

Asmodeus

he will take selfies with your cat first of all, also pictures with you, him and the cat together if you're okay with it

even if the cat doesn't like new people or something and they're sitting somewhere on a high shelf asmo will take a selfie with the cat in the background

if the cat is an adult he'd like to see pictures from back when they were a kitten of you have those

Beelzebub

he thinks your cat is adorable but he probably won't try to pet them as often as some of the others might try

beel will pet the cat when they approach him though

one time he put his workout mat on the floor and left it unattended for 5 minutes, he came back and your cat was sleeping on it

anyways beel did the workout on the floor without mat and let the cat sleep

Belphegor

he goes 'omg a cat' for a while before it kind of gets old

he does like to pet your cat though when they come to him, he loves how the fur feels (if your cat has fur)

belphie stares in admiration at how your cat can sleep in some insane positions

he did buy your cat a pillow once because he thought it would be cute

[sylveon-official]

more huskerdust mpreg wip

Part 1 here!

“Princess, we have a fuckin’ problem,” Angel whispers heatedly, voice shaking as he guides Charlie into his room and shuts the door.

“Oh no, Angel, what’s wrong? What can I do to help?”

Angel cuts to the chase, shoving the photographs into her hands. Charlie stares down at the images quizzically, then cocks her head to the side as she looks up at Angel Dust with clear confusion written on her features.

“Angel, are these ultrasound pictures? Why—”

“Because it’s mine, Charlie,” Angel hisses, then points accusingly at his slightly distended middle. 

Charlie blinks once, twice, then furrows her brow together. 

“No, no, no, no, that can’t be right. Sinner demons can’t get pregnant. Who is telling you that, Angel?” Charlie asks, concerned. “Is it Val? Is he… is this his idea of a prank? Because if it is, I will march right over to that studio and give him a piece of my mind—”

“No! Val’s not smart enough to pull something like that, I went to the doctor and — and I saw it, I fucking saw it with my own two eyes! I don’t understand it anymore than you do, but I thought, I donno’, Lucifer’s daughter’s gotta be more aversed in the way shit works around here and — augh!” Angel cries, tugging at his hair as he feels hot tears build up behind his eyes and his legs start to give out from under him.

Charlie gasps, diving forward to grab one of Angel’s arms and lead him to sit down on the bed. When he sits, the adrenaline he’d been functioning on dissipates all at once and the first couple of tears spill heavily down his cheeks. He buries is face in a set of his hands and heaves a wet sob.

“Oh, Angel…” Charlie immediately pulls his face into her chest and strokes his hair. Angel tries to respond, but all that comes out is more pathetic blubbering.

Charlie gives Angel the time to unload his tears, at least to the point where he can functionally speak again. Angel pulls himself out of her chest, swiping a hand over his wet eyes. 

“Val’s gonna fucking kill m—” Angel chokes on the word ‘me’, eyes instantly flicking down to that damn bump, and hates that his mind instantly replaces it with ‘us’. 

Charlie pauses where she’d been tracing gentle circles along Angel’s back. Angel looks up to see her eyes flash a dangerous red, horns threatening to escape from her forhead.

“It’s going to be okay,” Charlie says confidently, clasping Angel’s hands in hers. Angel gives her a skeptical look, and Charlie simply tightens her grip. “I’m going to call my dad. If anyone knows what’s going on it’d be him. Okay? I’ll be right back.”

Part 3 here!

me jus layin all my cards out lol this is all i got. just blurbs, i got some ideas cookin for a fic but nothing concrete yet so lmk if you got any ideasssss

[akystaracer22]

Ruthlessness is Mercy Upon Ourselves

Synopsis: Vaggie and Adam talk about mercy and each other. It doesn’t go in any direction they thought it would.

Notes:

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence – I’m ripping someone apart. TW: Death

Oh man this one’s fucked up.

Vaggie opens the floodgates.

There is now a reason the archangels are like this and it’s fun and fucked up.

Mindflayers are my favorite DnD enemy btw.

Bit more unreliable narrator Adam here too.

Sorry this one took so long, had relationship issues, six dnd campaigns and six assignments at uni to work through so I’ve been a little busy.

Word Count: 1674

Adam found her on the roof of the hotel, as he expected.

Vaggie’s wings were out, lax against her back as she looked out at… the outskirts.

Adams domain. The growing garden as Lucifer was so fond of calling it. There was a tension in her shoulders and Adam quietly dismissed Echo behind him. There's not going to be a fight today, he could handle this.

He made sure his steps echoed on the ground as he walked up beside her, brushing her wing with his own on instinct before folding them under his arms like normal.

It was silent for a little while, Vaggie refused to look at him while Adam got his thoughts in order.

The leader of the exorcists sighed; this was going to suck.

“I’m not going to apologize for what I did that day.”

Vaggie pushed herself away from the railing immediately, Adam’s arm reaching out at the last second to grab her and keep her from fleeing, “Let me finish.”

“You-”

“I will never apologize for making that call, but I am sorry for the pain that decision caused you,” Adam continued, “I didn’t want to do it, but I would do it again if I had to.”

“You’re not sorry,” Vaggie snapped back, her wings mantling behind her threateningly, “Don’t try and act like it with that kind of apology.”

“Listen to me,” Adam pressed, keeping his voice as even as he could, “Just- give me a chance to explain.”

“Explain what,” Vaggie retorted, straining against Adam's grip, “What the fuck is there to explain.”

“You weren’t the first exorcist that showed mercy,” Adam spat out, his gut twisting in panic as he spoke quickly, “You were just the first one that heaven didn’t get its hands on.”

That made Vaggie pause, looking him in the eyes and faltering when he held the gaze steadily, “What?”

Adam sighed; he was right this was going to fucking hurt. The fallen angel sat down and patted the space next to him, he couldn’t do this standing up.

“Sit down kid, this has been a long time coming.”

He was right, this was going to suck.

Adam stretched as he took a moment to break during the extermination, swinging his axe over his shoulder as he looked around.

Annie was chasing a sinner down the street, flanked by Rumi and Dawn as the exorcist's cackles echoed through the city.

Charlie, Delta, and Echo soared overhead, having finished up their area and likely headed to help Lute, Fei, and Netto in their area.

Vaggie darted out of an alleyway and used her spear to break through a door to get to the sinner’s inside.

Wasp-

Adam looked down and saw Wasp standing over a sinner, her wings shaking as her rapier clattered to the ground.

She said something and the Sinner ran away deeper into the alley disappearing around a bend.

Adam sheathed his axe and jumped down, picking up Wasps rapier as he pulled his girl into a hug, shielding her as she broke apart.

Vaggie glared at him, “So you’re saying that if anyone else shows mercy to a sinner, fine, but when it’s me-”

“Would you kindly shut up and let me continue?”

“…”

Adam sighed again.

Adam stayed with Wasp for the rest of the extermination, keeping out of the fight and making sure his kid was okay.

“You don’t have to participate in the exterminations again if you don’t want to, all right? I bet I can get the higher-ups to make an exception.”

“I- I’d like that,”

Adam smiled reassuringly down at the exorcist as they touched down at the entrance to heaven. The angel paused once he and Wasp headed past the golden gates, blinking a couple of times in mild surprise.

Gabriel was waiting at the gate, grimacing when he saw them. Adam instinctively stood a little straighter, pulling Wasp closer to him with a wing.

What did he want?

“Adam, Michael wants to see you two.”

“Why didn’t anyone see this,” Vaggie questioned, giving Adam a hard glare, “If the archangel Gabriel was there-”

“Because Archangel Gabriel has that effect on people, you only see him when he wants you to. Unlike his siblings, the messenger angel is a lot more subtle.”

Adam stepped into the golden hallways of the Ancient Archangel’s home; the glittering palace located in a secluded area high up in the city. Adam had already been to the palace many times for meetings or when Michael wanted an in-person report for the exterminations.

He didn’t know why they wanted to see Wasp as well though, but it did make things easier for him.

“Michael will see you now,” One of the servants said with a doll-like smile, moving to guide the two angels through the halls, Adam was dimly aware of Gabriel flaking off into his part of the palace.

“Do you know what’s going on, sir?”

“Well, I guess we’ll find out,” Adam stood a little straighter and pulled Wasp behind him as the doors to Michael’s office opened and they stepped inside.

The windows were dimmed, and the room was lit solely by the halos in the room and the chandelier on the ceiling. Michael was pacing the back of his office before turning to face them.

The hair on Adam's neck rose at the dangerous look on the archangel’s face. That wasn’t good.

“Do you have any clue how much trouble you two have caused?”

“So that’s it? You talked to archangel Michael and Wasp went into hiding?”

Adam swallowed thickly and shook his head, raising his wings from where they rested to cover himself slightly from anxiety.

“No- he… he didn’t listen to reason.”

“I promise you that Wasp is very capable to keeping to herself and-”

“Enough!” Divine magic lanced through the room and slammed Adam against the wall, Wasp drawing her rapier before being disarmed by the warrior archangel and restrained with magic.

“I cannot risk this compromise to heavens security,” Michael spat, his halo glowing brightly and casting sharp shadows on his face, “Not on something as fickle as a promise.”

The archangel turned to Wasp; wings mantled as power gathered around him.

“No matter, just as easily as I created you and your choir, I can just as easily unmake you.”

Wasp screams were beaten only by Adam as Michaels magic proceeded to tear her soul apart.

Adam strained against the magic chains holding him in place, all pretences of composure gone as he fought against Michael’s magic keeping him in place.

His heart raced as he saw and heard Wasps ligaments tear, bones snapping as Michael ripped into Wasp to get as her soul. Ichor painting rivers in the marble as Wasp screamed in agony. A shower of golden blood marking her arm giving way to the pressure and tearing from her body.

“DAD-!”

Adam’s eyes widened at the title his exorcist- his daughter screamed out; she was calling to him.

Adams magic cracked against Michaels as he strained against the chains constricting him, he needed to get to her he needed to save-!

“WASP!”

Michael pulled on his magic, the power ripping through her chest before extracting her soul and crushing it.

Adam could only stare at the space his daughter used to be, bile rising to the back of his throat as sickness overtook him.

“What a shame such a defect manifested itself and infected you,” Michael’s voice cut through the air as he spoke to the dead, chilling in its apathy as he inspected the golden blood on his hands, “I’ll have to scrap the Exorcist choir as a whole and start from scratch to prevent a repeat of this incident.”

Adams blood froze as he jerked his head up to stare at Michael in horror, he couldn’t be serious.

The head archangel sighed and walked towards the door, hand reaching up to pull on the doorknob. He was serious.

“Wait!”

Michael paused, his hand pulling away as he glanced over at Adam, “Hm?”

“I- She’s the only defect, I swear on my soul Wasp was the only one.”

Michael turned to look completely at Adam, “And if this… mess, becomes a repeat occurrence?”

Adam swallowed thickly as he met the archangel’s gaze.

“Then I swear on my very existence that no exorcist who shows mercy will ever see the light of heaven again.”

Michael pulled back, something almost fond flashing across his face as he nodded, “Then we have an agreement.”

“And that was that” Adam finished shakily, keeping his gaze anywhere but on Vaggie as he tried his best to hide himself with his wings, “That- that’s it. That’s the story.”

“I-”

Adams breathing picked up and he scrambled to his feet, this was such a stupid idea, “I’ll get out of your hair now, go and bother the jumping spider or some shit-”

Vaggie grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into a hug.

The leader of the exorcists froze, going stiff in the other angels hold before shuddering and sinking into the hug, his wings instinctively wrapping around his girl as he held her close and fell apart in her arms.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

“Lucifer, honey, can I borrow you for a moment?”

The king of hell startled and whipped around to greet his wife with a smile, “Yes! Of course! Whatever you need dear!”

“Ah, in private, if you would,” the queen of hell requested with a smirk as she glanced over Lucifer’s head, “I don’t think I’m comfortable having Charlies… friends, listening in.”

The fallen angel nodded and snapped his fingers, whisking the two of them away to their room. Lucifer nudged a stray duck out of the way as he lead his dearest to a table, “So! What do you want to talk about?”

Lilith sighed before speaking, “I overheard a conversation between Adam and his daughter, Charlies girlfriend daughter.”

“Oh”

“Lucifer, it’s about your brother, Michael.”

[kittievampire]

Hey. Could you do an hc or fic where instead of mc coming to devildom as an exchange student but was summoneded from an other world by accident. And in the world they were taught to fight and survive in any situation and is really strong. For example they were able to fight belphi off long enough for the demon bros to come. Thanks

Ohohohohoooo shietttt

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

I've actually thought about this before, mainly that MC's power is comparable to that of Sebas Tian from Overlord, so I'll use him as a reference. This is a really cool idea tho

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Cursing, Near-Death/Traumatic Experiences, MC is fuckin goated, Very suggestive (Asmo's part)

Lucifer

Would it suck if I said that bro would be slightly relieved to hear you had inhuman strength?

Just one less thing he has to worry about while you're down here

He actually saw your display of ability when you were in a fight at school

He'd gotten there a little too late, however, and witnessed you take a hard punch from a demon

Once he saw you dust yourself off before landing a side kick to the demon's torso, causing them to fly back into the wall, and cause a huge crack to form, he was probably more impressed than anything

Really, bro is more like a proud father that would ask "How did the other guy look?" After a fight involving you

Of course, he dragged the both of you away to scold you

After the other demon was gone, he began asking questions like "Have you always had this ability?", "Where did you come from again?", and "Could I possibly use you to threaten Mammon?"

Mammon

Speaking of the greedy baby boy, he actually walked in on you while you were on an enraging phone call

Baby boy just sat down on your bed, waiting for you to get off of your phone so he could have your full attention

He didn't want to bug you while you were irritated, you're scary and he doesn't want you to be angry with him!

His face pales when he sees you crush your D.D.D. with your bare hand

The device crumpled like a damn paper ball!

He yelped at the sight, sunglasses falling off of his face

You sighed and looked over at him, a smile forming on your face

"What's up, Mammoney?" You asked sweetly

"Uh-uh, nope, we ain't just gonna sit here and pretend like that shit didn't just happen, since when could you, a human, do shit like that! I thought all humans were weak!"

You just kind shrugged. "I'm a different kind of human, mind you, I was summoned here from a different dimension all together. I'm probably not like the humans you're used to interacting with."

Well, the only humans he interacts with are witches

"W-Whatever, I wanted to ask ya if ya had any money I could borrow to pay back the witches, but I might just consider taking ya with me to scare'em off."

Leviathan

The two of you were playing video games one night

You happened to be quite the gamer yourself, only you played more arguably rage-inducing games

You explained to him how you managed to punch a whole through your PC once and he totally doesn't believe you at first

"Yeah, right. A normie like you couldn't possibl-"

You showed him a photo that you'd taken a long time ago when the events transpired

His jaw drops at the damage

"N-No way!"

Is actually pretty amazed by it but lowkey still doesn't believe you until he sees you break Belphegor's wrist and sending him flying with a punch when the Avatar of Sloth attacked you

Asmodeus

Bro immediately gets horny

Especially if he finds out via you getting into a fight with someone over him

Like this lower demon will not get the hint and he puts his hand on Asmo

Homeboy is about to go fucking feral, but before he can, he sees you grab the demon by the throat and slam his body to the concrete, earning a loud crack

"Oh my, MC, I didn't realize how strong you were~"

Looks at you like how we look at the brothers

Horny bastard wants to be manhandled and carried like a bride and he'll get his way soon

Satan

Homie is sooo intrigued when he finds out

He probably saw you mid-meltdown

You thought you were home alone, that's why your door was open

So when you punched a large ass hole in the wall, homie saw it and immediately was like "IntErEstInG"

He'll definitely be the most curious about it

"What are the magical factors behind your powers?", "Do your abilities have limitations?", "Can we test to see if they rival that of a demon's?"

Will definitely try to use you for pranks on Lucifer

Beelzebub

The hungy boi saw you lift one of the weights he uses without too much struggle

He was definitely impressed

Continues eating his burger while walking up to you

"MC, you're really strong. You wanna be my workout partner?"

He believes that if you workout really hard and are really strong, you need more food

So he actually shares his food with you every now and then 🥲

Sometimes though, you'll have to explain to him that you're full and you don't need the extra protein

Belphegor

He finds out the night it happened

It's convenient, really, he was talking about how weak humans were compared to demons while holding you up by your throat, squeezing tighter

"It's pathetic, honestly. You damn humans are no more than insects that deserve to be crushed underfoot. You're better off dead."

He scoffed in amusement as he watched your hands come up to gently grip his wrist

"Humans really are weak. You think pawing at my hand is gonna-"

You break his wrist

He freezes

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Of course, he'd released you

While he was in his state of shock, you managed to catch your breath and land a hard roundhouse kick to his torso, making him fly a few feet, shoes skidding across the floor

"Tch, I spoke too soon..."

Hope you enjoyed, anon!

[copiousloverofcopia]

omg i would kill for a Copia POV with him being desperate to get his prime mover pregnant.

Having him be all excited and ready to be a daddy 🥵

Well, let's just see what I may have here....

....oh here you go, some Copia POV ready to be a daddy!!!

Now We Wait

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

In my many years on this Earth, there was only one thing I ever truly longed for—a family. I have lived a life most would consider privileged. Enjoying the spoils of the Ministry, with the best education the world had to offer, apprenticing under the most skilled of conjurers, scholars, and musicians, and finally the coveted position of Cardinal. A position I had I obtained through great personal perseverance.

All of it however, amounted to nothing—not really anyway. It is no secret that I was a lonely child, never knowing where I came from. Only that my parents were at one point devoted to the Ministry. Their lives, sacrificed in service to Lucifer. The thoughts of their conviction gave me strength, guiding me to push on—even though I might never know their names. 

Eventually it was not enough, my soul longing for more than what the Ministry could offer me. My days in the Abbey, spent mostly in solitude when I wasn’t balancing books and jumping to heed the old guy's every whim. I was left with a sense of emptiness, gnawing at my insides like the rats at their cage.

Then there was you, my bright and sweet sorella. Your smile, like a beacon of hope from the moment I first saw it. Calling out to me in my darkness and guiding me into your light. I knew it then, as you passed me by, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. You were my vero amore.  

I wanted nothing more than to love you–to give you everything. I still struggle to comprehend how a creature, of such grace and beauty, could ever want anything from a tired old man such as myself. A man so lonely that he spent more time in the company of his rats than with the rest of the world. But you did.

Choosing to share with me the world seen through your eyes—and your love. Two things I will forever treasure. When I unexpectedly ascended to the miter, you were there by my side. Making me feel higher than even my title could bolster. We were the things that fairytales were made of. A story that felt too good to be true, but despite it all there was still something missing. 

Now as I sit in my office, a well-planned, quiet moment in between the next cycle of the tour, I can't get my mind off it. I have done the research. A shocking amount, if I am to be honest. Paying close attention to the signs that you’d be ready for me. And amore today is the day. 

“Cope, Aether said you wanted to see me?” you asked as you entered my office. Your veil flowing behind you as you walked through the doorway. Already that sweet smile on your face. My heart immediately began pounding, heavy in my chest and my palms sweating just at the sight of you. My hands, trembling in my lap as you got closer. 

“Si, come in, come amore.” I beamed, motioning for you to take a seat on the old black leather chaise. Praying that you didn't notice the shaking. I rose from my desk to greet you, and it was clear from the look on your face you could tell I was nervous. 

“Everything alright?” you asked, crossing your legs and patting the spot beside you. 

“Of course, I am sorry, I am just a bit…ah…nervous.” I admitted, trying my best to pull it together. Hoping that once the words left my lips you wouldn’t laugh, run, or both. Praying to Lucifer that you had wanted it too. 

“Cope, I can’t imagine there's anything for you to be nervous about. Come here, you can tell me anything. What's going on?” you asked again. I knew I couldn’t stall for long, but as badly as I wanted this, I struggled to find the words to say. I sat down beside you on the chaise, my thigh pressing against yours. Getting as close to you as possible beside you before I confessed my innermost desires. 

“Well, you can’t be nervous about this.” you chuckled, your eyes falling on my lap. The bulge in my pants growing from being close to you. An obvious sign that I needed you, but today the urge was so much more.

“No, of course not.” I laughed, knowing full well you had spent too many moons beneath the sheets in my chambers to count. Not to mention a wealth of other locations within the Abbey. Both of us, covered in sweat and the glow of glorious sin. Your body, my altar of worship, and mine yours. There was nothing about each other that we didn't know. Nothing we hadn't done before, but it was still hard to tell you why I had asked you to meet with me.  

“My love just spit it out, I can tell you got something on your mind. Come on now, I can take it.” you laughed again. Pulling a smile from me, even though my nerves were fried. I placed my hand on your thigh, feeling that you too were shaky beneath it. Were you nervous too? Was there somewhere inside you that knew what I was thinking? I couldn't be sure. 

“I—I have been giving this a lot of thought lately cara.” I began, stumbling through the words like it was the first time I'd ever spoken, stopping as I felt you place your hand over mine. The way you stared back at me, your eyes filled with such happiness. So beautiful that I might lose myself in them before I'd finish my thought.

“Go on.” you urged, chewing on your bottom lip. Something that drove me absolutely mad with lust—wanting to taste those lips for myself.

“I am Papa now and well…" I began, watching your eyebrows raise up. Waiting for me to continue. "I want—I want us to have a baby.” There it was. I had finally said how I felt aloud. No denying it or pretending now. My words, hanging in the air between us for what felt like forever as I waited your reply. 

“A baby?” you asked, your smile falling and replaced with a more serious visage. I felt like I would crumble. Worried I had miss stepped, as I often do, and made you upset. Made you feel like I was pressuring you, but despite that I continued on, leaning over to kiss the crown of your head. Breathing you in a moment to ground myself before I answered. 

“Si amore…I want us to have a child. To be family. It is a thought that consumes my mind. It's been something that I've been thinking about since I met you, but I can no longer deny it. Is��is that something you want too?” I asked you, the words leaving me so fast I wondered if they had really been said. Then to my surprise you kissed me. Those sweet, soft lips pressed into mine. Like silk gliding against me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of you. My cock straining tightly against my pants–I wanted you so badly.

“Is this really what you want?" You asked, pulling back a moment to catch your breath, "This isn't something she's pushing for?” I knew who you meant. It was no secret Sister Imperator was concerned about the lineage of the dark papacy but she had nothing to do with this. 

"What she does or does not want cara…is of no concern to me." I told you, the smile returning to your face. Your eyes heavy as they traveled over my chest and back to my lap. Your mouth parted for breath, waiting for me. “I want this more than anything.” I hummed, pulling your lips back to mine. Sliding my tongue along yours. Slippery and wet as they danced together. 

You climbed over into my lap, and I could feel the heat of your core, hovering just above me. I drew in a sharp breath as you pressed yourself against the swell of my cock. 

“Oh Cope.” you mewled as you rubbed against me, my hands instinctively pulling away your veil. Your fingers, working to unbutton my shirt as I tried in vain to undo your bra. The damn thing giving me the greatest trouble it ever had, as if just to spite me.

"Fuck." I kissed under my breath. 

 “Here.” you laughed, undoing it for me and guiding my hands to your breasts. So soft and full. I could only imagine how they would change once you were pregnant. How your whole body would bloom with me inside you.

“I need you now.” I moaned, as you continued to grind against me. The heat of your cunt teasing me with each roll of your hips. My own rising from the cushion to meet you. Begging for you to let me inside. 

“Then take me.” you smirked. A command I was all too willing to obey. Working around you so that I might unzip my pants. Freeing my cock. The tip, red and already wet with need as I kissed you deeper. My thumb teasing at your nipple and my other hand slowly stroking my shaft. 

You didn't even bother to slip out of your panties. My favorite black lace ones you sometimes left for me to find in the bottom of my drawer. My cock twitched as I saw them, knowing that you’d be leaking into them for the rest of the day. Your cunt dripping with my seed. 

I watched as you touched the bud of your clit, drooling a bit as your eyes stayed intently on my cock, sliding up through my hand. 

“Get on amore, I need to be inside you.” I commanded, staring deeply into your eyes. Both of our mouths falling open as you allowed me inside you. My length, slowly pushing through your folds and gliding against your walls. Your body, so aroused and all because of me. 

I was in awe of the way you felt. So perfect for me, tight and wet. Molded as if you were made just for me. A perfect fit that had me biting into my lip to keep from release. A fact you noticed. Smirking at me as you watched me come undone. 

"I thought the whole point was for you to cum." You muttered, breathy and a hint of teasing in your tone.

"Not until I make you cum first." I vowed, holding your hips as you rode me. Lifting up to meet with your stride. Over and over, feeling your cunt squeezing all around me. The flood of tingling and warmth inside—Hell sent. 

"Oh, fuck Papa…make me cum." You moaned into my ear, grinding yourself down harder. I can't say what happened, all I know is that the next thing I knew I had you on your back. Legs pressed up towards your chest, one of my own on the floor for leverage, as I pounded away inside you. Pushing myself as far back into your cunt as I could—ready to cum against your open womb. 

I thrusted hard and deep. Your body, tugging against me with each pump of my hips. Your cunt, refusing to let go as I took you. I panted hard and the sweat beading up on my forehead and beginning to disturb my paints. 

My thoughts only on how incredible You looked as you writhed beneath me and how even more beautiful you'll look as you carry my child. 

"Farai di una madre così bella il mio amore. Dì che porterai in grembo mio figlio." I stuttered against your calf. Kissing and licking you there. The sweet salty taste of your skin, covered in sweat from our efforts. You buckled down, your insides bearing down all around me as you came. Moaning and shaking as the fluid gushing from between us and spilling onto the cushion below. 

"Yes Copia! Yes please! I want it too! I love you! You cried out. Your cunt clenching hard against me, already so close to cumming again. I wanted to keep going, to revel in this moment between us—but you felt too good. So warm and so soft around me. The minute I felt your walls squeeze again I lost it. Spilling my seed deep inside you.

"Ah! Ah! Amore, I love you too. You and I are one. Make me a father!" I called out, still thrusting into you. Hoping to pack all I could against your womb. Praying to Lucifer that not a drop of it goes to waste, so you'd conceive for me. 

The haze of our lust and love dissipated slowly into the afternoon. You, sleeping soundly on my chest, exhausted from our endeavor still laying on the chaise. The door unlocked and not a care in the world as to who might see us.  I kissed your forehead, rejoicing in the beginning of our future. 

"Cope," you began, still very much in and out of your slumber, "do you think it took?" You asked me, nuzzling your face against my chest. I smiled, trying to shush you back to sleep. You would need your rest for what was to come, then I whispered gently to answer you. 

"Si…but for now we wait." 

Notes:

vero amore- true love

Farai di una madre così bella il mio amore. Dì che porterai in grembo mio figlio. -You'll make such a beautiful mother my love. Say you'll carry my child.

[locke-esque-monster]

I came into TOWL fully like, "I'm mildly curious.". I left with a sticky note of excited thoughts I couldn't contain during the episode.

First - general thoughts:

I don't know how to describe to you how much joy it brings my PA-loving heart to find out the secret city where this plot has been set is Philly. (I can't read maps or recognize skylines for shit - but words like "PA National Guard" and "Lincoln Financial Field" had me perking up in my seat with interest until they confirmed it.)

Oh Rick Grimes - being covered in blood in multiple separate scenes during the intervening years like you're making up for lost time. Good to know you haven't changed. (It's your MO - like Jon Bernthal in every role ever.)

I'm both a Lost and Lucifer watcher and I'm excited to see both John Locke and Maze in a new role. It's too early to tell, but they both seem to fit the given roles.

But if you think for one second when Terry O'Quinn opened his mouth and said the word "sacrifice" I didn't immediately think the phrase "that the island demanded", you'd be mistaken.

As I posted earlier - It's been awhile since I've spend time in the universe. I can admit I was rusty when it came to having any clue of Okafor's death after what in retrospect was a very "pre-death" TWD speech. Rick's arm I figured out about when I should of as the viewer. I figured out about Okafor's wife shortly before he said it. But as soon as Rick went down, I was really thinking Michonne would be part of whatever group struck him down. I was even more sure when I saw someone checking bodies, and positive when I saw they had a sword.

Second - the call backs:

The episode 2x8 - Nebraska - where 2 guys from the Philly area hear there's something in Nebraska area. The context that they seem wrong at the time, it's a pipe dream. But really, Omaha did survive, and they were close enough to Philly to hear that, but not close enough or Philly was struggling enough (at least compared to pre-walkers) they came looking for Nebraska anyway. But by the end of TOWL 1x1, Omaha is the pipe dream it seemed in 2x8, because it's destroyed now. (Who thinks Omaha being destroyed is 1000% suspicious with all the power issues? I sure do.)

Rick starting off the show having to cut off his own hand, ala Merle season 1.

Rick working himself up to cut off his own hand like he almost did to Carl per Negan's orders. Except instead of keeping his family alive, it's to get back to them.

The grenade used to escape ala season 1.

Meeting one of the guys who actually bombed Atlanta shown in season 1

The shot of Rick sitting one hand over his leg, dead look in his eyes, covered in blood, is giving me serious 4x16 vibes (leaning on the car, chatting with Daryl after ripping out a man's throat with his teeth).

Reintroducing Michonne at the end of the episode as a disguised and dangerous figure in the woods much like her season 2 finale introduction.

[raisoramizu]

Chapter 3: Unfinished business

Charlie arrived at the room she remembered all too well—the place where she had her first, ill-fated encounter with Adam. Anxiety began to morph into fear, pressing so hard against her chest that she instinctively mimicked her father, clutching the white fabric of her shirt between her breasts.

This time, however, the room was brightly lit. The large white and gold space was already illuminated, and at the far end of the long table stood Emily and Sera. Emily's face lit up with a radiant smile the moment she saw her.

< Charlie! > The little Seraphim flapped her six wings rapidly, hovering just above the ground as she flew over to her, eagerly reaching out to grasp Charlie's hands. < It's so good to see you again! > Emily was pure joy personified, full of hope; her childlike smile was always sincere, accompanied by the expressive gleam of her large, pupil-less blue eyes. She was small in stature, with very long hair that faded from white to blue—the same colors as her wide, princess-like dress—hazel skin, and a glowing halo adorned with tiny diamonds.

Sera, on the other hand, remained still, standing at the head of the table. She was extraordinarily tall, taller than anyone Charlie had ever seen—even Adam. She shared Emily's color palette, with hazel skin lit by a few white freckles beneath her eyes, long curls, and a more mature appearance, her double halo resembling a crown adorned with celestial stones.

< I have so many wonderful things to tell you! I can't wait for you to visit us again, and this might be the right time! > Emily chirped, leading Charlie toward Sera. < ...We still don't know how it happened > the High Seraphim interrupted, her deep feminine voice and composed demeanor cutting through the excitement. < It could have just been a coincidence, > she added.

< What happened...? > Charlie asked, both intrigued and surprised, her gaze shifting between the two.

Emily squeezed her hands with vibrant energy. < Hold on tight, Charlie! Sir Pentious, your friend and guest at the Hotel... he's in Heaven! He's redeemed! >

Charlie's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. < Whaat!? > she squealed, causing the little Seraphim to beam with even more delight. The two began jumping up and down, laughing happily and shaking their clasped hands. < But that's wonderful! Sir Pentious is safe, alive, and in Heaven! > Charlie repeated.

Sera, her expression slightly displeased, added < For now, only the angels of the tribunal know. > < Yes, we wanted you to know first... so we could spread this wonderful news together! > Emily chimed in. < When Heaven and Hell find out, there will be chaos... How will they react...? > The High Seraphim lowered her head, rubbing two fingers on her forehead with the expression of someone who had a headache.

< Oh, Sera, don't worry! This is a monumental event; we could save millions of innocent souls! > Emily said, moving closer to Sera and trying to catch her eye from below with a worried yet hopeful look, holding her hand in both of hers.

Then, as if with a delayed reaction, Charlie exploded with joy, her blonde hair flaring out as she let out a loud < YES! > that startled Lucifer, who was sitting bored in the waiting room outside the chamber.

Charlie gulped, taking a few frantic breaths to calm herself, her eyes wide. < First of all, I'll tell my father and the others, and as much as I'd like to make the news public immediately, we'll need to organize to welcome all the guests who will arrive in droves—because, damn, they will arrive in droves after news like this! I mean, redemption is possible! Can you imagine? I hoped for it, but believing in it this much? No! Do you know how many times I thought I'd go crazy, and yet here we are—redemption is possible! Sir Pentious is alive; he's in Heaven! > She spoke like a machine gun, barely pausing for breath. < Damn, I have to rewrite all the lessons! The one on trust, the one on sincerity, the one on friendship, the one on kindness, the one on altruism, the one on sacrifice, the one on... > she continued, listing them off, finger by finger.

< Don't rush, Morning Star > Sera interrupted with a sigh, bringing down the silence, only broken by Charlie's panting. < I agree that before making the news public, we need to organize and evaluate what it will entail... > She furrowed her brows with concern. < Everything will be fine, Sera > Emily reassured her, smiling warmly and gently squeezing her hand. The High Seraphim looked at her for a moment, then softened, her expression becoming gentler.

...

In the Common Room of the Hazbin Hotel, with its newly reconstructed bar tended by Husk, a tense silence filled the air. While most of the building was now far more expansive and modern, this wing clashed with an anachronistic 1930s aesthetic. It was clearly Alastor's handiwork—every piece of furniture and decoration, designed to suit the tastes of the guests and owners, felt like a retro portal that didn't even match the corridor leading to it. The room smelled of old wood; it was spacious with a glossy, creaking wooden floor and had a large sliding side door that opened to an outdoor area furnished with decorated white tables, benches, and swings. Inside, there were dark velvet couches, a dance floor, and a small, currently empty stage. Behind the long counter, in front of an elegant mirror, rows of bottles and glasses of all kinds reflected the room's red and black color scheme, echoing the card suits favored by the Cat Demon.

The chatter between Angel Dust and Vaggie echoed amid the dim greenish lights emanating from the gaudy chandeliers. Angel Dust, with his characteristic white tuft and pink-striped sweater that left his furry chest exposed, sat on a stool facing the counter, while Vaggie stood with a more anxious expression than usual, her arms crossed over her red top. She wore a black miniskirt and thigh-high stockings below.

< ...Oh, come on, what are you worried about, Vaggie? She's out with her father, right? She's not in any danger! > The high-pitched, seductive voice of the little spider, dense with a smile lit by numerous sharp teeth, echoed mockingly. He waved his first right hand in the air, while with his second left hand, he picked up his glass of brandy on the rocks from the counter.

< That's not what worries me; it's the angels. They've been out all night > she snapped back, fixing him with her one good eye—the other hidden by a patch marked with a red X beneath the tuft of her long white hair, tied up with a ribbon. She took a couple of agitated steps back and forth in the room.

At that precise moment, a cheerful Charleston tune filled the room, heightening the already excessively retro atmosphere and drawing the attention of all three—Husk included—toward the vintage radio perched on one side of the counter: Alastor.

The Deer Demon stood there in his red suit, microphone cane in hand, staring at them through his monocle with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. < Thanks, sexy deer > Angel Dust exclaimed with amusement, eyeing him mischievously from head to toe with his mismatched eyes: one with a white sclera, the other black. < Oh, don't thank me, my annoying friend; it's a pleasure not hearing you talk nonsense > the other demon responded sarcastically, his voice thick with his signature radio static effect.

Suddenly, the Hotel bell rang, its sound echoing loudly through the Hall at the reception counter, making Vaggie snap to attention. < They're back? I'll go! > She bolted down the corridor.

Alastor, still with his wide smile: < Husky, could you make me a whiskey, please..? > < ...A whiskey..? I haven't seen you drink in years. Are you in a good mood? > Husk grumbled, both annoyed and puzzled, as he started to prepare the drink.

At that question, the Radio Demon seemed to swell with a strange satisfaction; he arched his thin back more, casually inspecting the nails of one hand before waving it lazily in the air. < Oh, it could be~ > < GRAN HIJO DE PUTA!! > Vaggie's furious voice thundered from the entrance, making the three of them immediately turn toward the corridor. Angel Dust jumped off the stool and dashed in the direction of the commotion.

The spider quickly covered the distance and reached the Hall just in time to see what was happening. < !!! > Adam! Was it Adam? It looked like him. What the hell was Adam doing at the door? But no, it couldn't be him—just a Sinner who looked too much like him. Damn, he was identical! The only difference was the lack of a halo and his eyes, which were two different shades of red accentuated by poorly applied black eyeliner. But the rest... how could anyone forget? He was still enormous and imposing, wearing a large, studded turtleneck sweater that closely resembled his battle tunic, but now the predominant color was black, and the "A" printed on his chest was blue. The sweater was longer in the back, while the front left his dark, ripped jeans and boots—also studded with metal—perfectly visible.

The First Man stood still in the doorway, both hands raised to show his palms in a gesture of surrender to Vaggie, who, in a tense attack stance, pointed the spear of her angelic lance at his neck. < Oh shit, Vaggie... but—is it him? > Angel Dust stuttered, frozen at the entrance to the room, his four hands hovering randomly in the air. Husk peeked out from behind him. < Of course it's him; I'd recognize this pedazo de mierda in any form! > the angel growled, her shoe planted firmly against the floor, tense like a bowstring ready to snap. < Oh, is that how you greet your Commander, Vagina? > Adam mocked her, puffing his cheeks. < You certainly haven't lost your bitch face... look at that face! > He pointed a dark finger directly at her blazing eye.

In response, Vaggie snapped her lance with both hands, coming dangerously close to grazing Adam's neck, making him stiffen and step back with a growl. His teeth gritted sharply, and his sclera darkened to black. < Are you planning to kill me without even knowing why I'm here...? > < You should be dead for good; Niffty stabbed you in the heart with an angelic weapon! You're a damn curse! > Adam curled his lips, snorting in annoyance. < I want to talk to Lu— >

But he didn't finish: a sizzling radio static rose in intensity until it nearly burst everyone's eardrums, forcing them to bend over in pain and cover their ears. Alastor's unsettling, grinning face appeared in the shadows of the corridor behind Husk just before a powerful explosion of acid green smoke blasted them all in different directions. The blast primarily hit Adam, sending him flying several meters out of the Hotel until he crashed on his back onto the ground, sliding even further into the square in front of the building.

< Ugh! What the fuck... > The First Man barely had time to push himself up on his forearms to lift his aching shoulders when he saw Alastor looming over him.

Adam's eyes widened at the sight: Alastor was titanic as he crawled out of the Hotel on all fours, then straightened up so that, even hunched over, he reached halfway up the building's height. The Deer Demon was so massive that Adam was completely engulfed in his shadow, which stretched out beneath him and shrouded every single stone of the square in deep black. From Alastor's shoulders emerged six enormous pitch-black tentacles that twisted through the air, even stretching past the precipice of the hill where the Hotel stood. From his head, his antlers—elongated and branching out—extended beyond his animal ears.

< YOU HAD THE NERVE TO COME BACK HERE! > Alastor growled, his voice deeply distorted as if several voices were speaking in unison. His jaws were wide open and drooling, revealing his red tongue. His eyes were completely blackened, with two ticking radio dials instead of pupils.

He began to laugh wildly, monstrously. < AHAHAHAHA—NOW I WILL FINALLY END YOUR SHITTY LIFE! >

< The damn jazz demon! > With a swift move, Adam managed to dodge an enormous tentacle that fell with a powerful whip, striking the square with a myriad of debris. Generating loud black, membranous wings, the First Man crawled on all fours for a few meters before leaping quickly into flight toward the city. But another tentacle seized him violently around his abdomen, squeezing him. < Oufh! > and slamming him again a few meters into the ground amidst the dust and under the terrified eyes of Angel Dust, Vaggie, Husk, and Niffty, who had meanwhile joined them, clinging to the Half-Cat's ears.< UUHH, the bad boy is back! Mhuawuhuhuehehue > No, she wasn't terrified at all.

...

< ...seems like everything is going fine, right? > Valentino's seductive—and curious—voice broke the silence that had fallen in the lounge, where, with Vox and Velvette, they were watching the scene projected on a television through the external cameras positioned in front of the Hotel, drawing their incredulous gaze toward him.

...

Adam climbed back up, gripping the edge of the hole, emerging completely disheveled with his hair whitened by debris and his face scratched in several spots. He coughed a couple of times. < Damn piece of shit, rest assured I'll finish the job now! > ... < I'll shove those tentacles up your ass! > Finding himself on all fours in the square, once again, he just managed to open his hand and generate his guitar-like battle axe from a beam of light before one of the Radio Demon's tentacles grabbed him again, but this time winding around his neck, choking off his breath in his throat.

Adam puffed his cheeks, spitting out a spray of blood, his eyes widening as he found himself hanging, suspended dozens of meters from the ground; he kicked his legs, flapped his black wings, scratching at the tentacle strangling him with his claws. < AHAHAHAHAH > Alastor continued to laugh, deranged and excited. < WELCOME TO THIS NEW RADIO BROADCAST! > Clenching his jaws and furrowing his brow, the First Man tightened his grip around the guitar's shaft, pulling it back. < Grr, I already told you, you fucking asshole: radio is DEAD! > Swinging it upward, he created a true black laser that, from below, rose to sever the tentacle that held him, passing dangerously close to Alastor's face, cutting off a lock of his red hair, and causing the windows of Lucifer's apple-shaped room to vibrate before dispersing into the sky.

< ALASTOR! > The moment Adam touched the ground again, cushioned by his wings that disappeared immediately after, Charlie's alarmed voice echoed in the square, halting the battle and magnetizing every gaze on her, including the giant skull of the Radio Demon, which, however, showed no sign of diminishing its size.

With a hurried step and dropping a multitude of packages of all sizes on the ground, she went right under the Half-Deer, keeping her chin raised and her eyes wide open. < Stop it, what's going on! We just rebuilt it! > Desperate, she covered her face with both hands. < ... > It was at the exact moment that Alastor focused on the small—especially from his current size—figure of Lucifer appearing behind Charlie's shoulders that he seemed to calm down and desist from all his belligerent intent, beginning to shrink until he returned to normal size, panting and drooling; he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, casting a sharp glare in the direction of the other Sinner, who was standing still, panting, with the base of the guitar resting on the ground and a hand clutching his neck.

< You got lucky this time too, cringe voice > Adam mocked him, equally panting and wounded, completely whitened by debris and the blows he'd taken, so much so that he was even bleeding from his mouth. Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk—with Niffty on his shoulders—joined the other three, forming a little group to confront the figure of the First Man. < Charlie... why did it take you so long? > asked the former exorcist, wrapping his hands around his companion's. < ...I stopped with my father to buy some gifts... > The Princess replied, a bit confused, turning to the packages and parcels she had left scattered on the ground. < Oh... > she exclaimed, disappointed, her eyebrows arching. < Don't worry! > ... < Let's go pick them up, move! > Vaggie imperatively called to the other three with a broad wave of her arm before heading off with them to retrieve the items.

< ...so, who do we have here? > Lucifer suddenly chuckled, arching his eyebrows with amused surprise and pointing with the apple of his cane at the disheveled figure of Adam. < The order for you to leave applies as much as it did when you were an angel—oh... > He arched his lips downward in an exaggeratedly sad expression, gradually mounting the other's anger as he stared at him with gritted jaws. < ...you couldn't hear me at that moment, that's true. How forgetful of me! > He tapped himself on the forehead before proudly leaning on his cane planted on the ground. < Are you done mocking me?! > Adam exploded loudly, pointing at him and taking a sharp step in his direction. < YOU mocking ME! > He added, wildly agitated, his hair curled in fits, so much so that, at that moment, it was really hard to take him seriously. < But look at you, you're just— > < Just what?! > the Seraphim pressed, leaning in his direction with a tight smile—more a baring of fangs than a grin—and not followed by his irritated glare. He planted his hands more forcefully on the apple of his cane. < Why don't you finish the sentence?! >

< ENOUGH! > Charlie shouted, bursting momentarily into flames that bared her horns and turned her sclerae red, prompting both of them to turn, startled, in her direction. The girl was panting. < Enough... > She repeated, swallowing hard twice and casting a sharp glance at Alastor, who... was no longer there. She sighed and turned toward her father. < We just returned from such a beautiful situation, and we have to ruin it like this...? >

Lucifer felt a pang of guilt, his shoulders hunching up.

< You > Charlie then addressed Adam, making him startle with resentment. < ...you're a Sinner. Why are you here? Do you want revenge, or do you want to become a guest at the Hotel? >

< ... > Suppressing a surge of anger, the other made his guitar-shaped axe disappear. < I want... to talk to Lucifer. > He darted his red eyes toward the angel, who was still gazing, concerned, at the spot where Alastor had previously been.

< ...?! > Feeling called out, Lucifer jumped back in surprise, looking almost dumbfounded. < With me? > he asked foolishly, before furrowing his brow again and baring his teeth in a snarl. < And what makes you think I want to talk to— >

< Enough, Dad!! > Charlie shouted sharply again, cutting off the Seraphim with another startled jump of guilt.

< Sorry, Charlie, I... > he muttered, lowering his gaze. < It's fine > the Princess sighed, spreading her arms to call for calm, before stretching her lips into a smile directed at an incredulous Adam. She approached him, looking up at him from her shorter stature compared to his imposing figure. < I'll take you to one of the rooms; you can settle in while we all calm down, and then you can tell us why you're here, and maybe you can... > She paused, once again searching for Lucifer's eyes, who took her words like another burden on his head. She then continued, gently wrapping the former angel's arm with her own. < ...talk to my father. >

< W-w-what...? > Lucifer stammered, nervously fluttering his lower eyelids over his eyes, his mouth deeply curved downward.

Adam allowed himself to be dragged, dazed and bewildered, towards the entrance of the Hotel by the Princess, followed by disapproving comments from the others who joined them, carrying various packages.

...

While a heated discussion brewed in the common room of the Hotel between Angel Dust, Charlie, and Vaggie regarding Adam's stay, Adam himself had settled into his room.

It was a simple setup: a single room with a double bed, a small terrace door at the back, and a compact bathroom equipped with a shower. There weren't any knick-knacks, but the design of the walls, paintings, and bedcovers featured a motif of card suits and eerie eyes, all in the typical crimson hues that defined this place.

Adam rose from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting, letting out a deep sigh. His hair was still damp from the shower, and a few scratches adorned his face and the backs of his hands. His sweater was frayed in places, but overall, he looked more presentable than he had a while ago.

What he couldn't shake off, even if he tried, was the sense of fear and anxiety that gripped his chest since his arrival in Hell. It felt like everything could go wrong at any moment, like he'd never get the chance to meet Lute again. Damn, he could use another hit of that drug he'd taken the night before; at least it had pushed him past his emotional paralysis, making him overly enthusiastic rather than stuck. What a damn softie he'd become.

He paced around the room aimlessly for a bit, trying to summon the courage he needed. Finally, he headed toward Lucifer's room.

It had to be the apple-shaped room in the West Wing of the Hotel. While he was at it, he discreetly planted a couple of micro cameras for the Vees, ensuring he wasn't seen or followed. Everyone was downstairs, laughing and joking among themselves. Maybe the angel would be there too, and he'd find no one in the room, but when he reached the door, he found himself staring at it.

The entire wing was reserved for that room, which already showed its semicircular shape from the hallway. The door was white and gold, with two leaves, adorned with a variety of stickers, most of them depicting ducks dressed in various outfits.

< ... > What the hell was he going to say? Should he knock? And what if he got attacked the moment he stepped inside? He could hardly hold his own against Lucifer. Millennia without seeing him, and here he was, running into him twice in three days. Had it been three days or more since his death? If Lucifer didn't want to help him, Adam would blackmail him with everything he knew about him and Lilith. Lilith... that was what was really making him anxious: that damn bitch.

Adam's breathing quickened, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. Was it getting hotter, or was it just his imagination? When had he become so paranoid and insecure? Ever since that woman had gotten involved, that's when.

Without realizing it, he found both his hands in his hair.

"< How much longer do you plan to stand outside the door? >" Lucifer's voice came from inside the room, making Adam flinch.

The lock clicked, and the door opened by itself a few centimeters, spilling the reddish light from the hallway inside. Adam placed his dark right hand on one of the leaves and stepped forward, entering.

When the door closed behind him, the First Man found himself in a suite—a massive, two-room unit with semi-circular walls that mirrored the apple's design visible from the outside. In the entrance area was a small living room with a sofa, a couple of armchairs, a low, white apple-shaped table, and numerous shelves filled with books, but more importantly, overflowing with rubber ducks of all kinds. They were piled everywhere, even obstructing the passage. Boxes spilled over with more ducks, some hidden under the table, others scattered so randomly that one had to be careful not to step on them, and still more were carefully placed on the shelves.

The reddish glow from the infernal sky barely filtered through the white curtains that covered the windows along the outer wall, but there was no immediate sign of Lucifer.

Adam glanced around, bewildered, unsure what to make of the room. He raised his red eyes to the ceiling, then back to the closed bathroom door before moving towards the open doorway leading to the bedroom, where he could already see the foot of the bed.

Three steps and—"SQEEEECK!"

< Fuck! > He stepped on a duck and immediately kicked it away. < What the hell is this...? > He growled. < Lucifer! > he called angrily, quickening his pace until he stumbled into the bedroom, which also had a predominantly white color with red accents and, of course, was also overflowing with ducks.

On the opposite wall from the bed was a makeshift desk turned into a workstation with pencils, rulers, and bizarre tools—including a saw and a drill—hanging on the wall. The bed was a canopy style with drapes gathered around its four white posts, and the golden headboard was designed to intertwine, forming the image of a snake.

< Catch! >

Lucifer's voice warned him just in time, and Adam caught a chubby rubber duck with golden bird wings, a goat mask, and a luminous halo—it was a parody of Adam himself.

Adam furrowed his brows in annoyance. < Really...? > ... < You've reduced yourself to this? Pff > he puffed his cheeks, bursting into a mocking laugh as he turned around to search for Lucifer. Nothing. < And you, you come to judge me. I never understood what Lilith saw in a failure like you > he snarled, baring his sharp teeth before his expression shifted to a malicious smile that radiated arrogance. < ...but now I perfectly understand why she preferred to spend the last seven years in Heaven... with me. >

At those last words, a surge of heat and fire erupted behind Adam, making him jump forward. He turned sharply, both terrified and enraged, his eyes flaring black as he instinctively extended dark horns from his forehead: there stood Lucifer.

He was standing straight-backed, his dark hands—his left adorned with a wedding band—resting on the apple-shaped knob of his cane planted on the ground. He wore neither his jacket nor his hat, his blond hair slicked back except for a few rebellious tufts. His face was round, youthful, and beautiful, with large golden-sclera eyes and red irises, cheeks flushed like a little clown. He was half Adam's height, dressed in his striped vest but lacking a bow tie. His hooves were bare, black with white nails.

< I remind you that you are now a Sinner... > Lucifer's melodious voice cut through the silence as his gaze lifted under his purple upper eyelids, meeting Adam's astonished expression. < ... IN MY HOUSE! > he flared up again, horns curving out, while his serpentine halo and the apple at its center blazed with fire.

Adam felt his legs buckle as if an invisible force were pulling him down, and he collapsed onto the floor, dropping the rubber duck. Supporting himself with both hands, he suddenly found himself looking up at Lucifer, his own eyes bloodshot and his irises turned golden.

With a few swishes of his tail, Lucifer calmed himself again, his shoulders shuddering as he reverted to his seemingly harmless human form.

< What do you want...? > he asked with a pleasant smile.

...

[mittensmorgul]

okay, i think at least one of my thoughts on this episode is beginning to congeal into something... Gabriel

and I’m gonna call him Gabriel for the sake of expediency, because I do think that’s who it is. let me explain.

first off, they name checked Tall Tales in a bit of throwaway dialogue. but I heard it. (i’ll rewatch tomorrow when it’s on the cw app and get the exact quote, but it was just weird enough as dialogue that it felt deliberately inserted there)

then there’s what we DO know about Gabriel’s timeline, mostly from things he himself said in canon. in 5.08:

You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again.

I always believed he was referencing the ORIGINAL fight between Michael and Lucifer here, when Luci ended up crammed in the cage. That’s what he ran from. At the beginning of Humanity on Earth. And he’d been playing Loki for... look let’s call it at least thousands of years. And Loki? in 13.20:

GABRIEL: Oh, well… We were. A few thousand epochs ago, I was out for a hike in the fjords. Came across Loki bound in a cave, snake dripping venom into his eye. Ugh. Apparently, he had some spat with his pops. Anyhoo, I freed him. Saved his life. Then my real brothers started going at it. I wanted out. Loki owed me one, so… he helped me ditch Gabriel and become him. DEAN: So then you took on his whole… trickster vibe. SAM: What did Loki do while you were impersonating him? GABRIEL: Oh. Well, he had his own family drama to worry about. It was in his best interest to go off the grid for a while. DEAN: But you saw him in Monte Carlo. GABRIEL: Well, I needed someplace to hide. He'd already helped me the once.

So both of them were out and about. even if they were both staying off grid as it were. And I always assumed that Loki only came back out after he heard of Gabriel’s “outing” and “death”-- and Odin’s actual death-- in 5.19.

But circling back around to the Tall Tales reference... it took me a while to see how it could be Gabriel. He had two modes: hoist the deserving upon their own petard, and teach people he actually finds interesting lessons they need to learn. And weirdly... this turned out to be the latter. And it feels even more like an Important Lesson that needed to be learned with Chuck literally sitting in the backup band. Even if that was just supposed to be some random musical group, you know? In a meta way, that’s still Chuck.

(and the role even fit’s Chuck’s known history, thanks Robbie... playing all sorts of music clubs, just having relationships, etc., but that’s all really beside the point to this)

Gabriel... was playing pretty much the same game he did on Sam and Dean way back in 2.15. Like... exactly the game he’s always played on them right up until they finally caught him in 5.08.

Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always.

And that feels like the EXACT reason he would’ve taken an interest in Sam and Dean’s parents, too.

But also in all the episodes of spn that dealt with Trickster lore, and actual Loki lore, there was never a mention of a mirror. Or of being able to kill any of them with a shiny blade covered in blood and whatever spell they did. It was always a special stake. And Gabriel actually did eventually kill Loki... with a special wooden sword. Not a shiny blade.

So, why the deviation in lore? I know we’ve been asking this throughout The Winchesters, but this feels really important here, as well as having a potential explanation immediately to hand: that Gabriel set up all of it. He just wanted to play up close and personal with the Winchesters, maybe pass off a little lesson if he could. But also, regardless, it’s another nod to an angel in the series, and those are really beginning to pile up without actually showing us a real angel. And I’m entirely bemused by that on its own.

[oboy-me]

a scene where at least two of the brothers are negotiating/arguing over who spends what time/event with the MC, forgetting he might have an opinion (Lucifer+Satan would be amusing but pick your faves!)

Oh my gosh anon, you just know writing these two dummies fighting over him would be a hoot, but just for you I'm gonna include a bonus or two! 😉💕

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▸▸ Now what in the world led to this? You remember one moment Lucifer approaching you telling you he was thankful you kept this time slot open for him, but then Satan immediately swooped in and insisted you had plans with him... ?! Now you're just watching the verbal firefight start, trying to figure out what happened to cause this.

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"Absolutely not. I made myself clear."

"All you've told me is that you're taking him on a date, and that's not going to happen, Lucifer! I had plans with him first!"

Your eyes nervously flick down to your D.D.D., mentally begging Karasu for any kind of help in finding any texts you sent to Satan that would have implied a date on this day. Your concentration on Karasu's digging was broken only when you try to keep an eye on the squabbling brothers standing in front of you. Now you did remember telling Lucifer you had no plans yet for this day, and you know he replied to keep it that way, but...

"And what plans are those, Satan? Surely they can wait," Lucifer countered, his arms crossed tight over his chest to make himself appear far more threatening; he was certainly trying to get the younger one to back down and concede defeat, but... this was Satan. Satan was just as stubborn as Lucifer in his own ways.

"As you should no doubt be aware, a rare book faire has rolled into town for just this day only. I planned to take Y/N there to pick up some elusive textbooks for his classes. Would you be so bold as to hold him back from his coursework?" Now Satan held a smug look on his face, having felt he held the smoking barrel in this situation; the barrel was indeed smoking enough, but it was quickly revealed to be quite the backfire.

"Those? Yes, I am aware of which books those are, and I have already gone ahead and purchased them myself as a gift to him. I knew you were going to use this faire as an excuse to intrude upon our time, so I stripped you of your only weapon pre-emptively."

The moment Lucifer finished speaking, you swore the room's temperature rose to uncomfortably high numbers from just the absolutely offended little gasping growl that left Satan's lips. Oh he was mad, and it seemed the two of them had long forgotten you were even sitting there now as occupied as they had become with their little spat. You could practically feel the edges of your hairs burning from the culminating powers clashing, and even thought you were the... culprit...? you had to do something and fast. The second that thought crossed your mind you lips moved on their own;

"Lucifer! Satan! Sit!"

And what a mighty sit it was. Rather, their faces plummeted in to the floor at your feet with the rest of their bodies curled in to an uncomfortable groveling position, both scrambling to get their palms on the floor in a vain attempt to peel themselves off the carpet. The first to speak was an exasperated Satan, who sounded like a mixture of utterly winded from the shock of it all and rather taken aback you'd make him "sit" too.

"Y/N?! What in the world? What did we do?!"

"Part one to that question is you completely forgot I'm even here," you remarked pointedly, and you could see the shame starting to seep in to his features. It was then you turned to Lucifer, though a ping! on your D.D.D was the only reason he escaped your verbal lecture... for now. For you saw Karasu had solved your little mystery, revealing to you a chat that took place a couple days prior from Mammon's perspective:

         [ Mammon ]    ‹‹ Yo Levi! Is it done? ››          [ Leviathan ]    ‹‹ I planted the message, but you guys seriously owe me! When Y/N finds out, he's totally gonna suplex all of us into the dirt! ››          [ Mammon ]    ‹‹ Naaaaaaah! He wont find out! He'll be too busy keepin' Satan and Lucifer off'a each others' throats to notice that li'l message you sent 'ta Satan on his phone! Then, me an' Belphie can sneak 'em out while they're all tuckered out and we can have all kinds'a fun! ››          [ Leviathan ]    ‹‹ Ugh! Shut up with your normie crap lololol. ››          [ Leviathan ]    ‹‹ Though it's no fair you two are gonna take up all his time too. I wanted to play games with Y/N today; I even got a pre-release copy of that dating sim we were super excited for, just for him! ››          [ Mammon ]    ‹‹ Hah, like he'd wanna when he's got a free ticket 'ta PARTAY TOWWWWWNNNN! ››

"... Part two, Mammon and Leviathan are at fault," you uttered to Lucifer as he finally felt the release of your spell on them both and pulled himself back to his feet.

"Pardon?" came both Satan and Lucifer's responses simultaneously.

"Levi sent Satan a text on my phone mimicking my way of typing to set up a date with him for today, knowing it would overlap with Lucifer's request. It was Mammon and Belphie's idea, though."

You looked up to see the two of them exchange a look; you knew that look to be a silent truce between them, a non-verbal handshake to ceasefire and unite under a common banner.

"Is that so?" Lucifer begun.

"Then I guess we know who's really at fault," Satan added, his smile already dripping malice.

You watched the two of them depart then and glanced down at your D.D.D once more. … You kind of just wanted to choose the date you went on, to be honest. Though hearing Mammon and Leviathan's shrieks from down the hall told you that maybe you'd get to still choose after the whole "stringing them up" thing was done with.

Ta-da! I felt that adding in a little bit of jealous Mammon and Leviathan with a sprinkling of mischievous Belphie would also work; we all know those three are pretty down bad for the MC, so it wouldn't surprise me if they utilized the rivalry between Satan and Lucifer to their own ends!

Sadly though, someone's gonna have to get all three of them unstrung and put back down from the rafters now. Whoops!

Don't worry, you definitely got to pick which boy to go on a date with after this all cooled off!

[sassykattery]

Rites and Rituals, Pt. 3

Oh, to plan a wedding.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Suggestive material, mention of sex but no actual smut, explicit language. Use of gendered spousal terms, use of gendered terms of endearment [i.e. princess, mistress, ma'am]. Mention of blood and grotesque ritual but not terribly graphic.

Themes: Romance. Sex. Traditions. Wedding planning. LuciferxMC, DiavoloxMC. Crack/Humor.

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers

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"Lucifer," you called out, walking into the eldest's office. It was a few weeks after your birthday, and you walked in with your red binder. He immediately sighed when he saw it: it was your wedding planning binder.

"No," he said simply.

Midnight blue vapors bloomed behind you, "Come again?" You asked, smiling, eyes crinkling.

"I mean, no, I haven't thought about the colors you showed me yesterday. Sorry, my dove," he replied quickly. How is she simultaneously sexy and intimidating like that? He thought to himself.

"That's fine, I wanted to ask you something, or rather, I want to explain it and then see what you think," you stated, pulling a chair next to his behind his desk as the vapors immediately dissipated. You set the binder down and folded your arms. "So, I wanted to know if you wanted groomsmen for your ceremony?"

"What are those?"

"Well, typically they are people you're close with that stand with you at the altar. It's somewhat like your support group," you explained.

"Ah, I guess that would be my brothers," he replied.

"The old tradition is that they would help you fight off any suitors that wished to kidnap the bride, me in this case, and upheave the wedding, either for me or for money, or both," you replied.

"Nevermind," he scoffed. "They would be the ones trying to kidnap you."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "As I said, that's the old tradition. Nowadays, they just help celebrate the groom by throwing him a party and make sure he shows up to the wedding, albeit usually drunk or hungover." Your gaze shifted over, eyes narrowed, "If you show up in such a state, I will be upset," you added.

"Yes ma'am," Lucifer replied, smirking.

"Now, about those colors..." You flipped open your binder onto Lucifer's work, showing him again what you were thinking. He growled and shut your binder, sliding it and everything else off his desk, sitting you up onto it.

"I have a better idea," he murmured, popping the buttons open on your blouse.

You chuckled but said in a pouty voice, "But Luci baby, I wanted to–"

"Are you saying you don't want me?" He asked playfully.

"Nevermind," you said, crashing your lips into his and spreading your legs for him to step in between. There went the afternoon, but it was well spent.

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"Oh, Diavolo~," you sang out, entering his office semi-unannounced. He instantly saw the black binder and sighed, putting away his documents, knowing what was about to happen. You had two separate binders, one for each ceremony, and this one was for his side.

"Yes, dear?" He replied patiently, turning to face you.

"I have a question," you stated.

"And what is it?"

"What do you want me to wear? At the ceremony?"

"Ah, well..." he hesitated, actually giving it some thought. He realized that you actually asked what he wanted you to wear, and a series of sly remarks first came up, but he sifted through those, not looking to be at the wrong end of that binder.

"I suppose I'm not terribly picky," he finally answered, hoping it was the right one. "Why?"

"Well, sometimes the bride chooses a dress and doesn't let the groom see it until she's walking down the aisle, but I wanted to know if you had a preference or if there was something special I needed to wear," you explained.

Diavolo pulled you onto his lap, setting the binder on his desk for you. "Nothing in particular has to be worn, per se. But it has to be spectacular," he stated.

"Would you expect anything less?" You teased.

"From you? I only expect the most grandiose ideas you can muster," he replied smoothly.

"So definitely this then?" you opened the binder and pointed to a photo of a gown that was entirely made of illusion fabric, showing all of the skin underneath. He immediately snapped his head to you.

"I think that might be best for what we do after the ceremony," he murmured, cupping your jaw and pulling you in for a fiery kiss. A blush graced your cheeks at that thought.

You pulled away. "Are you saying no to that one? I was hoping for a different answer..." you pouted. His eyes went wide, panicking. You chuckled and shook your head. "I'm teasing. I just wanted to see your reaction to that one. Do you want to see what I end up choosing?" He looked down at the rest of the gowns you had photos of.

"I think I'd like to be surprised. Every time you've dressed up, I'm always impressed with your choices. Although, I should add, these gowns are premade from what I can tell. We can get a designer to create you something custom, if you'd like," Diavolo stated.

"Custom? Isn't that expensive?" you asked quietly.

"Expensive?" He almost sounded offended. "Darling, you do know who you're marrying, yes? Nothing is too expensive for my princess," he murmured, pulling you back in for another kiss. "If there's something you want..." he said, pausing to kiss you again, "... you get it, and don't worry about anything else." Another kiss. "I want you to have every luxury you could possibly want. Let me give you that much, my love."

Let's just say, you two didn't get any more work done, and Diavolo was late to his meeting after you two passionately fucked on his desk for an hour. Though, it's not like anyone was going to say anything to him.

-

"Barbatos!" You chirped, holding a stack of papers, bounding towards the butler who was straightening up the common room.

"Yes, mistress?" He turned to you, tilting his head.

"I need to bend your ear," you said. You sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to you while looking at your papers. "So, can you tell me about some rites of the Devildom? I'm afraid I have tried to look in my own research. However, there's not much to go off of," you said.

"Ah, I see. Well, that is because it's not a normal thing for us here. But, I've been to many in the human world, and I'd be happy to help you modify some traditions I've seen to fit the occasion," he replied.

"Go on."

"For starters, I've seen a tea ceremony performed, where the couple's families come together to meet one another," he offered.

Your eyes went wide at the thought. "Will... Diavolo's father be there?"

"I imagine the young lord would appreciate it if he was," Barbatos replied, deep in thought about the idea.

A flash of heat grazed your back, your nerves kicking up. "Oh..." Is all you could say as your throat went dry.

"Don't fret, mistress," he said. "Let's continue. I've seen couples do handfasting, that could be meaningful as well."

"What about... magic?" You asked thoughtfully.

"Ah, there are a variety of things we can do in that regard, in fact, that may be a better way to go," Barbatos replied, equally thoughtful.

"Do you happen to know if Diavolo's father and mother did any type of ceremony?" You inquired.

"There is one tradition I am aware of that the Devildom nobility partake in, which the young master will likely tell you more about later. However, as far as a formal ceremony, I'm afraid it's a bit more barbaric than maybe you would be interested in," he answered.

"That bad?" Your eyes widened.

"Unless you would enjoy seeing the nobledemons watch as you and my lord attempt to kill a beast together and then mate while bathed in its blood, I should think not," his tone was serious, but he held a small smile on his face.

You were starkly quiet, brows raised and eyes askance from the butler.

"Allow me to do some research as well, mistress, and we shall reconvene with our ideas."

You swallowed thickly and nodded, appreciating his helpfulness.

-

"What the hell's a 'groomsman', Lucifer?" Mammon piped up. All seven were in the common room as the eldest stood before the younger six of them.

"Ah, I've heard about these," Asmo answered. "They stand with the groom on the wedding day at the altar. They're usually somehow related to the groom, friends or family."

Lucifer nodded. "MC told me about them, so I'm asking you all to fulfill the role for me, but she also had another idea if any of you wish to hear it."

"Well?" Belphie asked.

"She offered that any of you could be what they call 'bridesmen' and stand on MC's side," Lucifer stated.

"Hmm, what if we split us in half? Three on one side, three on another?" Satan offered. "I mean, we're clearly there for both of you."

"Do we have to wear suits?" Levi groaned.

"Yes, because MC wants us to, and I rather like the idea of you lot actually dressing formally for once," Lucifer replied tartly, folding his arms and walking to the side.

"Actually, MC said I could wear a dress if I wanted to," Asmo replied, pulling out his D.D.D. "I've already picked it out too."

"I'll wear the suit," Levi said in dismay of Asmo.

"So, who's side are we all standin' on?" Mammon asked.

Lucifer sighed, knowing what was about to happen. "MC will decide," he stated before they could start arguing.

"MC will decide what?" You asked, walking by when you heard your name.

"Oh, good," Lucifer sighed. "We were discussing who is going to stand on what side. Satan said we could do three on one side, three on the other."

"Ah, why don't you all choose?"

Lucifer started to shake his head, but the uproar already started. You saw that it was a mistake and barked,

"Hey!"

All the boys stopped as the ceiling rattled with your tone and volume. "I'm going to draw names out of a hat, and that'll be the end of it," you snapped. "Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," all seven said in unison.

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[ivanaskye]

from "What happens when a grain of this gets lost?" to "I wonder if I shouldn't have touched it" (chapter 3 of Lives)

OH GOOD I THINK I ACTUALLY HAVE A LOT ABOUT THIS ONE

“What happens when a grain of this gets lost? Blown by the wind, trapped on the sole of someone’s shoe?”

“You’re assuming it can. There’s ways to keep things together, if that’s how they should be. If that’s what the soul of the one making it is.”

a classic example of kjorel's ProblemsTM, of course.

“And yet I find that I know nothing about their soul. It’s all around me, and yet… it could mean anything. This must be the most meaningful thing in the world to whoever made it, yet even as I sit right next to it—

I definitely made sure to include good/interesting observations alongside shark fins of 'there is something wrong with this man' in the early kjorel chapters. but of course his distance and his reaction to his distance and his not-exhibiting his reaction to his distance...

it could mean obstruction itself. Or stars, the way it glitters. Or a desire for peace—calming this harbor. Or something of the desert. Or perhaps it is the very multitude of the grains that matters most?” “Perhaps its maker just wants you to take it as it is.”

one of lucifer's platitudes that might be useless or might be very useful, depending on who you are. one fun fact about lucifer is that most of the things they do well are specifically the things i most rarely saw done well at the time i was first writing them in the first edition of stars (so, 2016.) but from other angles, they have rare and exciting issues... or all too common issues? they'd probably like that difference-depending-on-angle.

“But how would you define as-is? One could say it’s just a dune, but in order to have been made, it is by definition also a person.” He laughs to himself. “And here I am, thinking how much more I might be able to understand if I touched it—this person I don’t know.” He really does wonder how different each grain would look, up close. “May I?”

obviously, he wants to touch it. obviously, it matters to him that it is a person.

“Why are you asking me? As I said, I didn’t make it. Unless you accuse me of lying, but I can assure you that’s not one of my faults.”

this teasing-poking-at-their-own-flaws (while not doing anything about them) is another lucifer trademark.

No, Kjorel thinks, but many would have given their name by now, and he’s suspicious that asking wouldn’t be welcome either. For all this person’s obvious shapeshifting, some part of them seems oriented strongly to the private. Perhaps merely that they did not give their own name, did not offer any details about themself at all?

kjorel is legitimately observant! he actually is! what he does with his observations, however,

He isn’t sure of their gender, either, but Evian isn’t among the small subset of languages that genders second-person pronouns, so he also needs not know that.

short language asides are fun,

“And what are your faults?” he finds himself asking.

ah, kjorel.

“Here I thought you were about to touch that sand.”

“Evasiveness, I see,” Kjorel notes, but reaches to touch the sand anyway—finding immediately that it feels, indeed, like nothing other than sand. Less smoothy weathered than some, he might say if pressed to find a tactile difference. But looking at it on his finger, sticking to it, the grains are indeed different—and not all shine in the light. This one silvery, this one bronze, but some are darker. Unless that is in fact sand of the more classic type, mixed in with this manifestation…? “And nothing is known about this?”

ah, both of them.

“If you’re asking for a press release, there isn’t one,” the old Theurgist says. “Last I heard, they haven’t even told their lawyers, although that itself…”

yenatru really chose an exciting case to intern on :p but also, of course he would choose this one.

“Might tell me something,” Kjorel finishes. “The kind of purpose that refuses to explain itself.”

“Exactly,” they say almost softly, eyes distant. As if wistful.

And suddenly Kjorel thinks he knows: “You wish you could refuse to explain yourself.”

we see more of this line of analysis of lucifer later, of course.

“So you’re still trying to get at my faults!”

Kjorel would wince, if the tone was just one bit less playful. Well-modulated, that tone: perhaps they’ve had a lot of experience in the matter. While explaining themself, wishing not to.

they sure have had a lot of experience :))) just walking that tightrope forever, or something.

A sharp intake of breath. “Oh, you’re good. Yes, I am… one of them.”

That pause, coming from one who’s offered no name. He knows exactly who he’s talking to, he realizes. But somehow knowing that name, which he will not say without invitation—he is quite sure that’s how the first to fall would prefer it—makes the very fault they’re talking around seem less namable.

there's keeping private, and then there's keeping private while lucifer. and of course the very existence of that difference is their problem. (...or, one of them.)

“Not at all,” Kjorel lies.

I think this might be the only "x lies" tag in the entire series. and it's in kjorel's very first scene.

He rubs the sand between his fingers until it rubs off, falling back into what little ocean remains at this pier. Hopefully it’ll find its way back to where it needs to be, if that matters to the person it is. No, it can’t matter so much—if it did, he wouldn’t be able at all to take a little piece of them. At least he hopes this is true, that the Theurgist is not hurt, that he has not crossed a boundary, sticking his finger inside someone like so—

patented kjorel insanity

he sighs. But he doesn’t want the first Fallen to think it’s anything they did, so he says, “I wonder if I shouldn’t have touched it.”

and patented kjorel downplaying and dodging away and being #smooth instead!