#expect more lucifer and maybe the other angels in the future

[pomlimeaide]

uncensored art under the cut

‘My heart. Oh, my heart, it’s there. I’m starting to feel again.’

huh i wonder who those 2 shadows are.

im back on my bullshit and read abm a second time while i was sick with covid. chapter 30 still makes my stomach hurt. curse u rafa.

@nicosraf

[cherubfae]

𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 || {𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢}

tags: fluff, shy!gn!reader, ftm!reader for Angel 💕 crushing/mutual pining, pre-established relationships, blitz's relationship/intimacy issues (but we gonna get that healthy growth we need), striker's is a bit suggestive!

Alastor

You weren't sure the barrier of touching Alastor would ever be something that would be crossed and you told yourself that you didn't mind. You chose to revel in the moments of when he sought out affections and physical closeness be it dancing or if he suddenly tugs you in to tell you something. Alastor is not very privy to other people's space and Heaven forbid someone enter his without permission. Quite the contradiction.

Now, if he notices you're purposely not trying to give him any sort of touch or affection, he will get rather annoyed. You, darling, are the only one who he doesn't mind touching him. Has he expressed this? No. Will he? Maybe. Did he expect you to be able to read his mind? Quite possibly.

Alastor hoped to have made a smoother transition rather than just outright grasping your hand. Even he seemed surprised by his own action, static feedback chirping from him. His ears flick and the slightest sliver of a blush creeps from beneath his suit collar.

"I don't mind if it's you, dearest. I... I don't detest your touch as much as the others." Alastor clears his throat, his large hand briefly covers your smaller one. Giving your hand a little squeeze, he stands abruptly and disappears into shadow and darkness.

You'd never seen Alastor embarrassed before. How cute.

Lucifer

He's a pretty affectionate guy, especially once he's comfortable around you! His heart warms as you mindlessly play with your fingers, eyes looking everywhere but at him. The more you feel his stare, the more the blush darkens on your face.

"Take it easy there, sweetling," Lucifer's soft tone eases your senses. Pressing a light kiss to your forehead, he pulls back. He offers his hand, palm upwards, giving you time to back away. His gentle smile deepens when you slip your hand in his, his thumb brushing along your knuckles. Tugging you to his side gently, your shoulders brushing, you continue on the sidewalk towards Hell's finest local café.

Husk

While not one for PDA, Husk doesn't mind affection behind closed doors. Preferably out of sight of anyone who may mock and tease him for it.

He didn't however expect you to be sitting on his bed, thumbs lightly pressing into the center of his paw watching his claws go from being exposed and then retracting thanks to your gentle manipulations. He snorts lightly, as silly as you were, he couldn't be mad at your fascination.

"You're lucky you're cute, hun. If you were anyone else I may not be as nice as I am with ya." Husk smirks. Maintaining complete eye contact, you raise his paw to your lips and give it a soft kiss, grinning as Husk jolts with a huffy mrow. "Sneaky brat," he sighs, falling back on his bed with an arm over his eyes.

Angel Dust

You want to hold his hand? Which one, babe? He's got six! :) Angel is understanding of your shy nature, though he hopes you'll be able to be more bold with him in the future. He won't pressure you, of course, but he wants you to know that you can trust him. That he is capable of taking things slow.

"Is this okay?" Angel asks, softly grasping your hand in his gloved one. When you make no move to pull from his touch, a happy wobbly smile wiggles onto his face. He lightly leans his cheek against the top of your head, a brief sign of his affection. He can snuggle you more later, but for now, he wants to enjoy the day with his favorite person.♡

Vox

Intimacy of any sorts isn't foreign to him, but he's not used to someone so good, so pure. And he's certainly not used to that innocent attention being directed at him. Any time you touch him, even if you only accidentally brushed past him, it leaves him buzzing. Craving for something more. He wants your sweet smile to be directed at him and him alone. It takes everything in Vox not to scream when you give his hand a small squeeze only to pull back, muttering apologies. Soon, he's reaching for you again, taking your hand in his.

"I didn't say that I hated it." Vox whispered in an uncharacteristically soft way. His eyes flicker up to your face, then back to see where his hand has dwarfed yours. With his free hand falling to your hip, lightly stroking circles there, he pulls you to stand between his legs. Your other arm slides to rest on his shoulder as his clawed hand curls around the back of your knee. Intimate but not forceful. There's no aggression in his movements. Lifting your head towards him, even with Vox sitting down, he's much taller than you. His eyes hold a silent question, one that you answer with that smile he loves so much and a nod, and his lips press to yours with your hands still joined.

Blitzø

Romantic gestures are a big deal for him. Big in the way that he struggles with them, but that he doesn't want it to be something that holds him back. He really doesn't. Familial and platonic he understands, but Blitz is pretty damned confused with the fact that you want to even be near someone like him. He doesn't want to inadvertently hurt you by acting how he does. He doesn't wanna fuck up, but goddammit, he really does want to be near you. He wants to be able to give you everything you could need and more, he just doesn't know how. How to unfuck himself.

"Sl-slow," Blitz's voice betrays him with a crack and he swallows thickly, taking your hand in his. Ever grateful that you're the ones in I.M.P right now. This is different. Intimate. He's shaky, palms sweaty. His brain feels foggy and it's suddenly hotter than normal. He feels dizzy and like the floor may break beneath his feet and swallow him whole. The second you start to withdraw, he's tugging you back to him with a soft, raspy, "No." This is progress. Progress is good.

Facing him now, your other hand slides up to his. Both your palms are pressed together. Blitz keeps his gaze on the floor, unable to help how fidgety he feels, even as he laces your fingers together, and leans his head onto your shoulder. He's not gonna let you pull away. Not yet. Please...

Loona

Lighting up a cigarette, Loona leans her back against a wall of some dingy alleyway in the human world. You had chosen to wait with her, both dressed in your human disguises, hoping that any second Blitz and M&M would return with the mission completed. Your sole purpose tonight had been to guard Stolas's grimoire and open the portal when everyone was ready to return home.

Blowing her smoke towards the sky, Loona hummed softly. "At least it's a nice night, huh?" She smiles lightly, grateful her tail was hidden in this form when you leaned against the wall beside her. You looked great; you always did.

A vast blue sky with billions of twinkling stars smiled down on you two. It was a nice change of pace from the hellish red glow of your home. This particular area of Earth was quiet. Peaceful, even. Nodding your head you smile at her, Loona swallows.

Her pinky finger lightly brushed your own, a gentle startled gasp leaving you. But you smile, albeit shyly, your hand taking hers. Not many words were exchanged, none needed to be. Just Loona smoking her cigarette and looking up at the stars.

Striker

Ain't you just the cutest little thing? You think he doesn't notice how worked up and shy you get when he's just finished wrangling in some dinner, with his bare, sweaty muscles on display. It's a direct, unvoiced invite for only you and yet you haven't taken him up on anything yet. Why?

"You scared of me, sugar?" Striker drawls, flicking his cigar butt into the dirt and crushing it with the heel of his boot. You look up at him with those big, beautiful doe eyes and adamantly shake your head that you weren't. "Then what is it, darlin'? Spit it out." He smirks, gold tooth glinting.

Cheeks heating, you gnaw on your lower lip. "I'd like to hold your hand." Striker blinks, clearly taken aback. That's it? You're getting so worked up like a nervous virgin begging for a thick cock because you want to... Hold his hand? He stops himself from laughing, he can tell that it's really bothering you. Heaving a sigh, Striker plops down beside you. Pulling you into his lap, his arms slide around your waist and he offers both his hands to you. He hides his reddening face at your back, the sound of his blood rushes in his ears, unable to focus on anything but how soft your hands are. And how well they fit into his. "Jus' do it then, they're yours to touch, ain't they?"

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[activesplooger]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 | 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 | 𝐻𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 | 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

Notes: hiii <3 i hope ygs like this!! im not great at fluff, ill admit BUT lucifer is j so babygirl so it turned out pretty cute!! im writing this fresh out of a writing block so sorry if it isn;t my best, i promise ill do better luci fics in the future!! <33

Summary: You made the drunken choice of sleeping with your friend, whom you've always had a crush on. It's the morning after and your mind races with the possibility of this being a one-time deal. However, Lucifer makes it clear that he's in this for the long run...

CW: fluff!!! (angst just a weeee bit)

Word Count: 1,184 (bit of a short one)

Masterpost!

Sunlight light filters through the blinds of your window, effectively waking you up from your slumber. You groggily sit up, putting a hand to your throbbing forehead. "Ughh..." you groan as you feel the effects of a hangover coming along.

Last night, you and your friend went to the bar for drinks and a general catch-up on life. The two of you had way too much to drink and got absolutely wasted. Friendly flirting turned into drunken caresses and somehow escalated into Lucifer pressing you against the wall of your apartment as you made out. And now, you're here. Yeah, it was kind of a blur...

You turn to look at the space next to you on your bed. Empty. "Fuck" you mutter, dragging a hand down your face as you try to process everything. He had left. Shit, what'd you expect? You try to downplay it as another meaningless one-night stand, but truthfully, you hoped this was more than a brief sexual connection. Your feelings for him got the better of you last night, and now he's gone...

At least with the one-night stands, they gave enough red flags to give you an idea of what you're getting into. But Luci? He's such a sweetheart, well, you thought he was... He'd always do sweet little gestures: hugging, making plans to hang out, complimenting, gifts, favors- the whole 5 love languages! Was this all just friendly behavior? You were sure he at least had some type of feelings for you. Maybe it was just sexual attraction. Still, Lucifer seemed different than the others.

Letting out a grumpy whine, you hop out of bed and slip on a robe and slippers. As you stand up, you get the faint whiff of- pancakes? Curiously, you step out of your room and peek into the kitchen.

To your surprise, you see Lucifer standing at the stove, humming the tune of a song while flipping a pancake. He slides the pancake off the pan and onto a plate. He repeats this process until he makes a stack of pancakes topped with butter, syrup, and whipped cream. You continue to watch the angel from the doorway, still not believing that he really stayed.

Lucifer picks up the plate and turns around. His eyes fall on you as he turns, your presence catching him off guard. "AH!" he shrieks, losing his grip on the plate before grabbing it back. Sighing in relief, he smiles at you, "Ah, there you are, my dear! How'd you sleep?". Still in shock that he didn't leave, you manage to murmur, "You're still here...?".

"Yes?" he replies, head tilting in confusion, "why would I leave?". "Well, I thought you would've-" you start to explain, but you decide against it. His little heart would prob break if he knew that you thought he'd leave, “Never mind. A-anyways, what's that you're making?”.

The angel looks up at you with a soft smile as he holds out the plate to you, “Pancakes.”. Taking the plate from him, you look down at the food. The pancakes were light and fluffy, perfectly cooked to a golden brown with neatly placed toppings. “Thank you, Luci…”.

Walking toward your kitchen table, you take a seat. Lucifer grabs his own plate of pancakes and quickly follows behind you, sitting beside you.

The room fell silent, the only sounds being the clanking of cutlery and the soft sound of chewing. Your mind was too busy trying to comprehend the fact that the angel wasn't being a total dick to you right now. Your eyes stay fixed on the plate below you, afraid that if you look up, he might take a second look at you and leave... Do you deserve his kindness? You sure felt like you didn't. But here you are, eating pancakes with the most beautiful angel in creation.

You finally pry your eyes away from your plate and look up at him. He's humming the same tune from before while eating his pancakes. There's a gleeful smile on his face that you can't help but admire. He's absolutely ethereal. Looking at him brings you out of your state of self-doubt and builds a determination in you to fight for this angel. You didn't want for him to go, and you were gonna do everything you could to make sure he wouldn't. Something in your gut told you to hang onto this one.

Suddenly, Lucifer's eyes meet yours, a cheeky grin stretched across his face, "See somethin' you like~?". Ah shit, your little staring session was interrupted! Pink dusts your cheeks as you feel your face getting hotter. You struggle not to stumble over your words, "I- Uh- Well-." A giggle cuts you off, "Don't be so embarrassed! It's cute.". Exhaling softly, you softly smile at him. He thought you were 'cute'...

You go back to eating your pancakes, the word 'cute' repeating in your mind as you relish that he thinks of you like that. Smiling to yourself as you eat, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you. Lifting your head up, you make eye contact with Lucifer. The angel beams at you, but there's a mischievous element to his expression. Swallowing your food, you ask, "What's that look for?".

Lucifer gets up out of his seat and rushes toward you. He lifts you up effortlessly and carries you across the room. When you try to protest, all you get in response are giggles. Stopping at the couch, he gently tosses you down on the cushions. You speak between amused laughter, "Pft, what the hell are you doing?".

Lucifer leaps onto the couch and onto you, his arms wrapping around you and flipping the both of you so that you're on top of him. A small "Umph!" escapes your throat as he lands on top of you, but you melt is his embrace as your laid on top of him.

"Soooo," he begins, "Here's what I was planning...". You tilt your head up at him, listening to what he has to say. " First, eat a delicious breakfast, check," his hands tangle in your hair, playing with the silky strands as he speaks, "Thennn, I was hoping- I-If you're up for it, of course! Maybe we could go for a walk in the park and grab lunch?". Lucifer scans your face for your reaction, panicking a little as he wheezes, "U-Uh unless you have plans! Oh God-".

"You want to?" you ask softly. "Well, of course. You're lovely..." he admits sheepishly. You feel a grin creeping out through your teeth. Before, you were worried that he wouldn't stay- Now you're not sure if you could get him to leave! (not that you wanted to of course). Nodding your head, you agree, "Of course, that sounds great!".

The rest of the day goes great! You both finally have a sober talk about your feelings for eachother, getting your feelings off your chest. The two of you spend the rest of the day together, cuddling, going out for lunch, and ending the day off with a bit of 'intimate time'. <3

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<333 enjoy! i love him sm akfiuefhiuswfwenfwnfkwef. this isn't edited. i finally sat my ass down and wrote again so yayy!!!!

[fallenangelics]

I'll Meet You On The Battlefield

PAIRING | Adam/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar

WORD COUNT | 1189

SUMMARY | Against Lucifer's better judgment, he finds himself in Adam's bed once a year. Trying to turn the tables, he invites Adam down to a hot day in Hell.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Friends With Benefits, Morning After, Forbidden Relationship

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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | Unhealthy Comping Mechanisms | @fandombingo | Lucifer | @multifandom-flash | No Longer With Us | Ungreatfu; Bastard | Phone Call From The Dead | @fandom-free-bingo | You're Hopeless

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Lucifer shifted in his bed, his body aching as his bearings slowly came back to him. It wasn’t often that he found himself in this state, nor did he normally wake up this early but something about sneaking into Heaven to hook up with the First Man seemed to set off some alarm bells. 

He wasn’t sure why he allowed himself to be talked into this. Again.

But every year the day before the Extermination Adam would call Lucifer in for a meeting. Though Adam would never by choice make a meeting unless it was to gloat in Lucifer’s face then it was being mandated by one of the Seraphins, Lucifer would always agree to meet up with him and see what he had to say, even if he already knew where their future conversation was going.

When he’d arrive at Heaven’s Embassy and make his way to whatever room they were having a meeting in, ignoring the paperwork as he went, he’d find Adam munching on a fresh plate of ribs as he waited. Unlike any official meetings, Lute wasn't there, leaving the two of them completely alone and unwatched. 

After Adam’s ego dropped a notch or two temporarily, courtesy of Lucifer, a one-way portal opens for him leading straight to Adam’s room. It was always a risk choosing to go through it and breach Heaven’s walls. It was almost as if there was a disturbance in the air that everyone could feel when Lucifer was there. He still went through that portal every time.

Miraculously, these invites only started after Lilith had run away, leaving Lucifer to his sorrows and to rule Hell by himself. Almost as if Adam had been waiting for this moment since he stole his first wife, maybe even before then. 

None of that mattered though, not when he was once again tangled in someone else's bedsheets with an aching backside. He was getting ready to dress himself before creating a portal of his own to take him home. That’s how most of these occurrences ended unless, of course, Adam woke up before him and either kicked him straight back to Hell since he was too pumped for the Extermination to spare much time on Lucifer or was ready for another round, bothering Lucifer until he was fired up enough. 

Today was different though. As he pushed himself up in the bed, the pearly white sheets fell from his bare chest and pooled in his lap. Lucifer was ready to go about his day just like any other, the heavy snoring of Adam ringing next to him as he was about to get up when an arm slithered its way around his waist, pulling him in. 

Not expecting the sudden hold, Lucifer let out a soft hiss as he was tugged down. Even in his sleep, Adam was as demanding as ever, moulding Lucifer to fit his perfect image of a pillow as he was pushed onto his back and Adam’s head made its way onto his chest. 

Lucifer dared to attempt to wiggle his way out of Adam’s hold, one of his hands shoving against his brown hair while the other tried prying his arm off from around his waist. He could easily snap himself out of Adam’s hold with the angelic power he still possessed though he didn’t attempt to, rather admitting defeat then putting further effort into his escape. All he got for his efforts was a drawn-out groan from Adam as he slowly woke up and more prodding.

“Let me go, you oaf,” Lucifer murmured softly to the waking Adam, the hand that had previously been trying to shove Adam’s head away now running through his hair. Though he hadn’t been let go, he was able to wake Adam up, keeping him awake would be another task in itself. His words seemed to not affect Adam as he slowly lifted his head, resting his chin on Lucifer’s chest so he could stare up at him through tired eyes.

“You weren’t saying that last night,” Adam mumbled, eyes slipping shut as he leaned his head into Lucifer’s hand, a sly smile stretching its way onto his face. A frown etched its way onto Lucifer’s face at his words, tugging Adam’s hair a bit harsher than it was necessary, pulling another groan from him. “I don’t need to be ready for hours, I’m sure you can stay a little longer.”

“Hm, that may be the case for you but if you’ve forgotten I’m the King of Hell,” Lucifer reminded Adam and though he had been neglecting his duties as of late, it didn’t mean he could let them completely slip from his grasp. “Now if you would let go of me so I could return to Hell that would be much appreciated.”

“You’re so ungrateful,” Adam muttered though there was a smile on his face. Trying to bury that smile, Adam planted his face into Lucifer’s chest, holding him down with his weight. His next words were spoken into Lucifer’s skin, the muffled vibrations sending tingles through his body, “I go through all this trouble to bring you up here and you can’t even bother to spend a few more hours with me.”

“Maybe you should come down to Hell for a change,” Lucifer suggested, his hands returning to running through Adam’s hair. He had thought about suggesting the idea for a few years now. Though they only met up once a year, it was a grand hassle to do so as Lucifer’s presence alone could be sensed by most of the higher-ups in Heaven, how they hadn’t caught them yet was beyond him. But if Adam was to come to Hell no one would bat an eye.

“And be subjected to the bummer vibe down there?” He rhetorically asked, head snapping up to scoff at Lucifer so the fallen angel could see how just grossed out he was by the idea. Lucifer merely rolled his eyes at Adam’s words, expecting such an answer. “Hell no.”

“I’m just saying it would be easier for you to come down there,” Lucifer shrugged it off as the suggestion was a silly idea, which he at first had thought it was but with every passing year he was brought up here it seemed it could actually work out. “Especially if you wanted to hold some… private meetings.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed as he took Lucifer’s words into consideration. Just by that look alone, Lucifer knew that his words had struck something in Adam’s brain, making him think upon the possibilities they had.

“Maybe,” Adam slowly said, hesitation behind the single word.

No matter though as a smile graced Lucifer’s face before he flipped the two of them over, Adam landed beneath his small frame with an exhaled huff. “Good to know you’re taking this fling seriously but I do have to part ways now. Call me if you ever want to make the trip down.”

There was a small blip as Lucifer and all of his belongings flashed out of existence, leaving Adam stranded on his back and a tent slowly growing in the blankets.

[obey-me-disaster]

Hi i was wonderinf if you could make a fic about ghe om charactess reactind to MC doing sh or sum causr im in teh moos to cry rna nd i cant dind ahy good angstfisc lmqo

/not forsce

A/N:Sorry for the long wait! I have decided to brake it into smaller fics for every character instead of one big fic. I will have to do separate posts for it most likely.

CW: self harm, self depricating thoughts, suicidal thoughts, starving as a self punishement/as a way to cause harm

Disclamier: This is inspired from personal experience, so I may not be able to capture the full depth of this topic or how it affects different people. I may rewrite parts of it in the future.

Lucifer x gn!MC

Mammon x gn!MC

Lucifer, Mammon x gn!MC that self harms

When the exchange program first begun MC's safety was regarded as something vital for Diavolo's plan. No one was expecting the way the human exchange student would become so beloved by so many people.

As time went on everyone was so captivated by MC that they failed to realize that they have put them on some sort of pedestal. Sure, the angel, sorcerer and the demons were observant of the way MC was acting but no one wanted to expect something bad was happening to them, especially when they were quick to reassure everyone that nothing was wrong with them.

There were times when the human would be withdrawn from everyone. Times where they looked like they have no energy left and were lost in their own world or times when they were quick to getting annoyed, wanting to be away from everyone. Excuses such as 'I am stressed because of exams' 'I have not been sleeping enough' 'Just one of those days' could only get them so far with beings older than their entire bloodline.

"I know there is something bothering them but every time I try to ask them, they always hit me with one of those lame excuses!" Huffing Mammon stops pacing around and sits on the couch.

"That's exactly why everyone gathered here today. MC is obviously hiding something from us and it has been going on for longer than it should." Placing down the tray full of snacks Simeon continued. "I would love to think we are just overthinking it and MC is fine, but it has become clear that's not the case."

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat Leviathan decided to join the conversation. "MC also stopped joining me for our gaming nights. They were always looking forward to our nights but now every time I ask them to join me, they just dismiss me.." the last part was barely above a whisper.

"Levi does make a point. MC's mood changes have become more frequent and their body language has also changed. It's like they're trying to hide their body from us." Satan tried to make heads of the whole situation. "We could rule out the attack from another demon. They don't smell of blood and their body doesn't seem to be affected by a wound."

While Satan was mumbling to himself, everyone was thinking of MC's behavior, anything that could give them a clue on what's wrong with them.

"If I stay and think about it, they are also refusing to eat as much as they used to, even when they are clearly hungry. I have left some snacks for them so they won't get hungry, but I don't know if MC ever ate them or not." Beel tried to recall all the times MC refused to eat, but just thinking about it made him lose all his appetite.

"Now that we're putting together all of these 'new' habits of MC makes it clear that there is something going on." Diavolo ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "Solomon, you're the only other human in the whole exchange, maybe you have a better idea of what's happening to them..."

All eyes turned towards the sorcerer, waiting for a response that would help them understand the whole situation. "I actually may suspect something but none of you will like it.." Solomon waited to see if any of them would make a comment, but when that didn't happen he continued on with his explanation.

"As Satan said, their body language has changed and they are trying to cover their body more. The idea of an attack or a curse can be ruled since that would have been observed by now." Everyone nodded, everything he said up until that point was already established. "I am not gonna beat around the bush but I think they may be self harming in some kind of capacity. It's not to the point where it draws blood so we can rule out any kind of cutting. It still doesn't make the situation good but there is at least that..."

"Now what?! We can't let then continue, can we??" Mammon snapped at them out of frustration over the situation. "Going over to MC to confront them about the whole situation won't help them either." Lucifer said as a matter of fact. "For now we will act as if we don't know until we come up with a way to approach the subject."

Seeing as there was nothing else to add to the discussion everyone decided to end things there. Luke could distract MC out of the Purgatory Hall for so long after all.

Lucifer

After the group discussion he decided to watch over MC more closely. Lucifer would often invite them in his study room to talk about their day or if anything was bothering them and every time MC would try to retreat away from everyone, he would take them out on a walk or on dates.

This went on for a little under two weeks before he decided to finally have a talk with them. While MC seemed to be more relaxed than before it was clear that they were not going to open up with him any time soon, and he refused to sit by and let them hurt themself in any capacity.

"So, what did you want to talk about? I am not in trouble, am I?" MC was sitting next to him on the couch. Lucifer has called them a bit earlier into his room with the excuse of 'talking about some recent problems'.

"You are not in trouble, no." Taking a sip from his cup of demonus. "I am not about to waltz around the subject now that you're here." Setting the glass down he took one of their hands in his own and started to gently rub his thumb over their knuckles. "There is something bothering you and I don't want to hear any of your old excuses. Please, tell me the truth so I can help you." From the look the avatar of pride gave them, they knew there was no backing out of this discussion.

He could feel MC's whole body tense up at his question. They stared at him for a while, opening and closing their mouth every time they would try to come up with some sort of excuse only give up. Lucifer waited for them patiently to find their words. If anyone knows how hard it can be to let yourself be vulnerable is him, so he was not gonna rush them. He already approached the subject in a not so gentle manner, to demand more, at least for now would only push MC away.

Finally giving up on coming up with excuses or trying to find a way to make the situation seem less bad than it is, MC leaned their head against Lucifer's shoulder. "Was it that obvious? The way I've been acting.."

"Yes, it was quite obvious, everyone is worried about you" He didn't need to look at MC to know that they winced at the knowledge that everyone knew. "They won't swarm you with questions, I will make sure of that."

"Thank you, Lucifer, I really don't want to deal with all of that, not yet at least.." Despite being more relaxed they still squirmed in their place every so often.

"No need to thank me, we're here for you after all" Kissing the top of their head, both of them settled into a comfortable silence, mainly to give MC time to gather their thoughts.

"I...I guess for starters you want to know for how long I've been feeling like this." Lucifer merely gave them a nod. "Well...I guess not for long. At least since me coming to Devildom. You see, before coming here I didn't have the best self esteem and wasn't that satisfied with my life. When I got chosen for the exchange program, I didn't mind it that much, I saw it as an opportunity to turn over a new leaf."

MC leaned over, their head leaving Lucifer's shoulder, in an attempt to put some distance between themself and Lucifer "And it worked for a while, I met people that care about me a lot, I got better as a person and I was kept busy by the ongoing shit that happens around." Remembering all of the shenanigans they went through brought a smile to MC. "But it's not like my problems disappear. Sure I made progress, but worries that I had in the past came back, past problems transformed into new ones and little by little I got into bad past habits."

Letting out a shaky sigh they continued. "Little by little I got into self destructive habits, such as refusing to do things I would, hiding myself from other to even starving and doing things that would cause me some kind of pain."

Lucifer could only curse himself for not noticing how his lover felt sooner. He put his arms around MC and pull them close to him, making sure to rest their head on his chest as he lowered himself to lay on the couch. While they still couldn't look at him directly they at least didn't push him away. "How about you stay the night in my room? You can talk about what's bothering you in peace, no one will dare to just walk in my room."

Wrapping their hands around his waist, MC made themself comfortable on top of him. "I'm warning you, it might take a while before I fully open up." Chuckling at their words he tighten his hold on them. "Take your time, we have more than enough."

Mammon

Mammon has always been the one to look over others without being really noticed. When they fell from the Celestial Realm he was the one that looked over his brothers and reminded Lucifer that everyone followed him for a reason. He was the one that decided to look over a girl from the human world and help her financially until she is old enough to do it on her own. He was the one assigned to look over MC, to make sure they are safe and well and yet here he was. Pacing around his room, trying to think of a solution on how to approach them.

He couldn't help but be reminded of the whole attic incident, more exactly how MC hid their true reason on why they were making pacts with his brothers. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that they couldn't trust him or the fact that MC is suffering and he can't do anything about it.

Frustrated he decided to go see them, he didn't exactly have a plan but he was damned if he wouldn't try something. Even if nothing could be done today he will make sure to at least make their day better.

Barging into their room Mammon tried to call out to them but stopped when he heard MC weakly groaning from beneath their bed sheets "Can you tone it down a bit? I've got a nasty headache."

Frowning, the demon made his way next to their bed. Even when he took a sit next to them, MC made no effort in turning around to face him. "What's gotten into you? Ya look all sick and frail" Mammon tried to put his hand on their forehead in order to check their temperature but they shied away from his touch.

Looking at the state of his human, any and all plans of taking them out to town fell apart. "MC, talk to me, what's wrong? And don't give me the 'I'm just sick' excuse, it won't work." Looking at MC, he tried to see if they would react in any way but they only shifted uncomfortably.

"It's nothing serious, I am just tired from catching up with all the homework from RAD, so I need a little bit of rest." MC tried to explain themself but it didn't fool Mammon one bit.

The last of his patience about asking MC about the truth finally disappeared after hearing their overused excused. Lying in bed next to them he put his arms around their waist. When MC made no move to try and get out of his hold, he pulled them closer to him. While they still faced away from him at least it didn't feel like there was such a great distance between the two of them.

"We both know that's a bullshit excuse.." Mammon's voice, while sounding unimpressed, it held no malice. Still, it didn't stop MC from tensing up in his arms.

"Come on, it's me Mammon, you're first man, you can tell me everything don't you? What's bothering you?" He mumbled while burying his face into their shoulder.

Guilt was starting to eat MC up after hearing Mammon's words. They could feel tears trying to come out so they opted to turn around and burry their face into Mammon's chest.

" You're right, I am sorry..." they said trying to hide the fact that they were on the verge of crying.

Relieved at seeing MC starting to open up he continued to press on the issue at hand. "It's ok, you've got me here, why don't ya start from telling me how you're feeling right now?"

The human took a few moments to come up with a way to explain their situation at the moment. "You see, I wasn't lying when I said I have a headache. It's just that, it's a result from me skipping meals for a while or so. In fact, my body feels so weak that I can barely move..." They internally winced at their explanation but they didn't have much time to dwell on it when Mammon sat up looking alarmed.

"What do you mean by that?! Why's that? Don't tell me you're trying one of Asmo's crazy diets?" Looking down on them, he tried to see if there is anything else he should take notice off, besides their nasty glare.

"Nothing of that sorts, don't worry." Turning on their back they stared up at the ceiling, looking right past Mammon. Being relieved at their words he decided to make himself comfortable in bed next to them.

"You see, it's an old habit of mine to skip meals. But when I get stressed or start to feel overwhelmed I start taking that habit to an extreme." Hearing them talk, Mammon is able to take note of how weak their voice sounded

"I lose all motivation to eat, and when I start feeling nauseous and the pain in my stomach starts to get worse, it pushes me to do it more and more until I am left lying helplessly in bed. The more pathetic I feel, the more reasons I have to skip meals and make this feeling of helplessness last longer." Sighing, some silent tears rolled down from the corner of their eyes.

Kicking himself mentally, Mammon decided to take a mental note to watch their eating habits more carefully in the future. "But what set you off? Was it the workload from RAD?" He asked them hoping to get a better understanding of what was bothering them.

"I honestly don't know...it's a mix of that and some other stuff, but I don't want to think about it now." MC's voice held some resentment as they explained. That was the cue for Mammon that he won't get any more information out of his human for that night.

Still, he couldn't leave them in that sorry state, not as long as he was there to take care of them. "I am going to make you one of my famous instant noodles just for you, so ya better be thankful!"

Just as he was about to leave the room he turned one last time towards them. "Afterwards be prepared to go on a ride with me, I will take you to some places in here Devildom you've never seen before."

MC merely gave him a nod but that was more than enough confirmation for him as he went to prepare everything he needed.

A/N: So, this is getting way too long so I will stop it here for now. I will come back to update it in the future for the rest of the characters, but I don't want it to sit in my drafts any longer.

[drconstellation]

The Great War of Tadfield Manor

Future Echoes of the Past #1

One of the books on the shelf that Jimbriel is organizing is Catch-22, by Joseph Heller. I have to admit it’s been a while since I read it, (er, several decades, if I’m truthful about it) but my enduring memory is it seemed like the author wrote it in a linear fashion, then took all the chapters and threw them up in the air and put them back together at random, because it bounces back and forth in time in a confusing kind of way. There is a method to this madness, however, and the structure is deliberate. It’s also dealing with bureaucratic absurdity, but that’s not what I’m trying to explore in this particular meta. It’s the bouncing back and forth in time bit.

Now we have two series of GO to feast on, we seem to be slowly piecing together the expanded history of the GO universe in an inferred kind of way. It’s rarely given to us directly in a chunk, it’s mostly by a comment here and there and then we try to join the dots.

So we’ve learnt that there was a great deal of time that existed for Heaven before time on Earth got started, in 4004 BC, maybe an ineffably long period of time, maybe millions of years, maybe not. Sometime prior to 4004 BC, however, there was a rebellion in Heaven between at least two factions of the angels. This event is sometimes called the Great War - which is what Aziraphale is referring to in S2E6 when he is removing his halo for demon-detonating purposes; he’s not referring to what us humans would call World War 1 in the early 20th century. The result of the Great War led to the formation of Hell. The angel known as Lucifer was the leader of the losing side, and he was known as Satan afterwords. A third of the heavenly host of angels were sent with him down to Hell, and this event is called the Fall. They became fallen angels, or demons. At some point, there is supposed to be a second War, one that will decide who is the winner once and for all time. Well, that’s supposed to be the Plan - God’s Ineffable Great Plan, right? And we all know how the first attempt for that to get started ended up, don’t we?

As we start to look more closely into parallel stories and scenes between the two series, some curious pairs of parallels are starting to emerge. And even more interesting is that some of these pairs indicate that they will get a third presentation  - I’m not just talking about the 1941 Blitz scene here, there are others! And I’m going to try and talk about one of them here, that I think has largely slipped under the radar up until just recently.

There was a meta by @newfangledfancy here about the two parallel scenes in S1 and S2 involving miraculous escapes from being shot with a loaded gun, and we should expect a third one in S3. It’s worth pausing and heading over to read it at this point, but if you don’t, I’ll try to fill you in - and I will revisit in the future, as while it contained the seeds of inspiration for this meta, it also reveals something interesting about Crowley's backstory that's worth discussing on its own. You probably know what and where the S2 “miraculous escape” is referring to: the Bullet Catch scene during the 1941 Blitz minisode in S2E4. But where is the one in S1? It’s at Tadfield Manor, in S1E2, after Crowley has turned all the paintball guns into real guns, and Norman, on the yellow team, cracks it, does a big rant about his life and charges into the firing line of the opposing red team, only to be shot straight in the heart.

Let’s rewind this a little bit, because I want to talk about when Crowley and Aziraphale first arrive at Tadfield Manor. All seems calm and quiet. They stroll in side by side – and are each shot by a paintball. Yep, this has been watched over and over, comments made about the colours of the paint, how they represent their various “sides”, and the sexual innuendo in way Crowley miracles it away after Aziraphale makes heart-eyes at him. But you’ve all missed once very important clue about what was about to go down in the next few minutes that was right in front of you all along.

Maybe I should pause this meta just here and refer back to my big colour meta I posted recently. I specifically went to all that work so I could come here and discuss the following event at Tadfield Manor.

Firstly, the paintball colours. There are three: blue, yellow and red.  

There is a discrepancy between the colour that book!Crowley and screen!Crowley gets hit by. In the book its yellow, but in the tv series its red. Just at this point I’m going to emphasize that yellow is not the same as gold; gold is one of the colours of Heaven, but yellow is usually associated with fear.

Secondly, Aziraphale is hit with blue paint. That’s consistent with both book and tv. Then Crowley blows the blue taint of Heaven away, because Aziraphale needs help to escape its abusive clutches, its not something he can do on his own. Ah, a cute demonstrative metaphor there, another layer to that little scene.

BUT YOU DON’T SEE A BLUE COLOURED TEAM IN THE FOLLOWING BATTLE! Where is the blue team, that supposedly represents Heaven in the following battle? Did they just vanish when Crowley snapped his demon-miracle into place? I dunno, but we just see a yellow and a red coded team for the rest of the battle. But if blue is always Heaven-coded, yellow is fear, and red, while often demon-associated should be seen more as an indication of passion…what it really going on? Who is at war with who? It can’t be Heaven against Hell, because Heaven is not present, per se, as you know it, and neither is Hell, which is usually green. Oh no, it’s not that black and white…because we are watching a battle where Hell doesn’t yet exist, there is only Heaven at this point. One side, one faction, in fear, the other fighting with passion, and the division that actually creates the ‘blue’ side is yet to occur…

We’re watching a re-enactment of the Great War.

Let’s take another step back, to here: S1E2, around 15.46 minutes in. Newton Pulsifer is about to start a new job (wait, what? What the Hell is Newt doing mixed up in this? To honest, I'm not quite sure...*looks at a certain at note she made IN ALLCAPS again*...oh ffs- that is the worst joke, its got to be one of Terry's...now I can't stop cackling...oh, god now I've spotted another awful, awful joke...poor Newt, I love you more every second...)

*ahem* Back to the impending battle. Because it's here in the office of UNITED WORLDWIDE HOLDINGS (HOLDINGS) - an office *wink wink* of management and bureaucracy, that we establish the tension. As Newt slides into his seat, Nigel the manager arrives to ask who is exited about the upcoming "training initiative." Turns out, not really anyone has much enthusiasm for it.

Janice is going to complain to HR. Nigel points out there is no "I" in team, and Norman, who apparently organized the whole thing, proceeds to pick the three 'eyes' out of the "team building exercise."

This is going well, isn't it? [Newt departs. His role here is done.]

Lets skip to Tadfield Manor and the "training initiative" is underway. The Red team, lead by Nigel the Manager, seem to have the upper hand. The Yellow team see to be pleased at a chance to let off some steam with anyone who has annoyed them, the bitches.

Then God drops in to make an interesting observation.

Firms these days expected more than that. They wanted to establish leadership potential, group cooperation, and initiative, which allowed their employees to fire paintballs at any colleagues who irritated them.

Oh. Right. Lets deliberately cause a little chaos so we can see who's got leadership potential, who works together, and who actually has some brains? Go God! Lets start a little War and we'll pick the new Archangels out of the winners? Nice one. Plus, we get rid of all the troublemakers in the process, and we'll just be left with those who like to follow management's orders...

Then Crowley ups the ante. As the young woman who was the only keen employee to come, and is on the Red team, no less, runs past and asks "Who's winning?" he snaps his fingers and to change all the paintball guns to real guns.

Cr: You're all going to lose. Az: What - what the Hell did you just do? Cr: Oh, they wanted real guns, so I gave them what they wanted.

You're all going to lose.

Aziraphale does his best to protest at the demon's bit of wicked mischief.

Az: But there are people out there shooting at each other! Cr: Well -  Lends weight to their moral argument. Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe.

A microcosm of the universe?

Who's universe, Crowley? Yours? The humans? It's a big universe out there...

Things don't seem to be going to well for some, and Norman, on the Yellow team, has finally reached his breaking point. He makes a declaration. I'm only going to quote the last bit of his little speech, as I want to deal with the first bit in another meta. As he takes off his tie, and wraps it around his head, he says:

"They want war, we're going to give 'em war! OK guys, let's go get the bastards!"

Hmmm. Do the visuals remind you of anything?...

He turns around to charge out - and is promptly shot in the heart. While it's Nigel the manager he is facing when it happens, it's actually the young woman from the Red Team who ran past Crowley and Aziraphale inside the Manor, who asked who was winning, that fired the shot. The implications of this? I'm going to save that for another meta.

The sequence moves on to the infamous wall-slam encounter, which I don't think we need to go over here, so lets skip to where Crowley and Aziraphale have finished questioning the past-Sister Mary Loquacious and have decided they've found all they are going to find here its time to leave. The police have arrived and have broken up the fight. The fun and games are over. As they walk, floating unnoticed and serene, through the chaos, Aziraphale starts to ponder.

Az: You'd think he'd show up, wouldn't you? You'd think we could detect him in some way. Cr: He wont show up, not to us. Protective camouflage. He wont even know that his powers will keep him hidden from prying occult forces. Az: Occult forces? Cr: You and me. Az: I'm not occult. Angels aren't occult, we're ethereal.

Crowley refers to the two of them as one kind of entity, but Aziraphale insists there is a difference - they aren't the same. Not any more.

The War is over, and the division between Heaven and Hell has been created.

[Edit: I've since finished a meta on the Bentley and it's connection to crossing the thresholds between worlds. I mention this scene in it, as it is actually a beautiful example of two different times and places existing at once, overlaid on one another, as indicated by the smoke - that's a sign we are in a subliminal space. Its why Aziraphale and Crowley seem to just glide through untouched and noticed, as they aren't really there, in a way.]

Will we see another echo of the Great War in S3? Possibly.

It's the 3-card Monte. Its the three cowrie shells and a lone caraway seed. It's the Professor's Nightmare, where you don't know how long a piece of string rope is.

It's a f*cking Mobius strip that has no beginning and no end, infinitely going around and around.

It's God's game. Only She knows where it stops.

Further reading in this series:

#2: The Newton/Crowley Mirror-Parallel in S1

#3: "Not Even At Gunpoint!"

[fanfictionstuff]

The Forbidden Taste of You (29)

Amaimon x Reader

AO3 friendorfoe22

Notes:

Currently writing a request for Amaimon X reader part 2 of the Amaimon x demon reader. Also a request for Lucifer

This chapter has smut. A lot of smut halfway, maybe a little over halfway?

Katashi paced the living room, anxiously waiting for Yume to knock on the door. She was supposed to arrive ten minutes ago. Had she decided not to come? Was something wrong? Was she safe? With each passing minute, Katashi's concern grew. Did Yasu get angry about her meeting with him, and had he somehow harmed her? Just as he was about to look for her, he heard a knock at the door. Katashi nearly tripped over himself as he rushed to open it.

"Yume! You're late. Are you okay?" he exclaimed, pulling her into the apartment. "What happened?"

Confused green eyes stare back at him. "Katashi, I'm not late; I'm early. I'm ten minutes early; you said two-thirty, right?"

Katashi glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. Had he said two-thirty? He could have sworn he said two. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're safe. I was worried because I expected you twenty minutes ago."

"I'm fine, Katashi."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Great, can we talk about how you're married to an angel?"

Confusion washes over Yume's features. "Sorry, what? An angel?" she laughs, shaking her head. "Katashi, are you listening to yourself? Yasu isn't an angel."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Do you see anything angelic in my husband?"

"No."

"Okay, well, did you only request to meet me to claim my husband-"

"_____ told me."  His tone is steady, eyes burning into his sister.

"What?" A genuine look of confusion crosses Yume's features. "How would she know something like that? How did you even hear about it? ______ is somewhere with Amaimon, remember?"

"Yume, just be quiet and listen to me for once." Katashi takes a deep breath. "I spoke to ______; she said Yasu is an angel."

"Spoke to her how? She's currently with Amaimon. Did she call you?"

He never intended to lie to Yume; he loves his sister, but the lie slipped out so quickly. "Yes, she called me," he said, nodding as he continued to weave his story. "She told me she was angry with you and Yasu. She wanted to know if I was aware of the situation."

"That's it?" Yume frowned at his answer; she had never imagined her daughter would call Katashi. "Did she tell you anything else?"

Katashi wonders momentarily if Yume knows what's happening between ______ and Amaimon. She'd surely be more upset at the idea of _____ being with Amaimon if she were aware. She'd be furious learning Amaimon marked her as his mate. "No. I just wanted to support you and ensure you're aware." Katashi speaks carefully, knowing asking too many questions will push her back.

"I understand. It's a complicated situation." Yume gazed into her brother's eyes as more words slipped out. "I feel like Yasu has become a stranger to me, but he pointed out that I did the same thing by keeping my secret about being an exorcist." She fidgeted uncomfortably while confiding in him. "We both lied to each other. We were both wrong and to make matters worse, I can't talk to ______ now. I know she's with Amaimon, and I don't know if he's done it yet, but he is going to mark her."

Seeing how broken his sister is, it's like a knife to the gut. "Yume-"

"Mephisto told us it's similar to an engagement. That he was able to talk Amaimon into just marking her instead of making her a mate." She sighs deeply. "Maybe, even if she's marked, as long as they aren't mates, I can save her."

Katashi can't hold back his confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"I know! I know! I don't like the idea of him marking her, but it's only marking her; she can still be saved. When she comes back, we're leaving. She'll never have to deal with them again and-"

“Yume! What do you mean it’s only marking her?  He’s marking her. As in, marking her as his mate.”

“Yes, for in the future. She’s not his mate yet.”

He’s horrified by her lack of understanding. “Does Yasu know?” She nods, “Yes, of course. Mephisto told us at the same time. He’s not happy either, but we can still save her as long as they aren’t mates.” He wants to scream. Scream at her how stupid she’s being, scream at her that her husband is a monster, his sister isn’t this stupid. What is happening? “Yume, sit down. Please.”  He guides her toward the sofa, concern laced in his tone. This is like a horrid nightmare.

Katashi sits on a seat to the left of the sofa. “Yume, that’s not a thing.” He begins carefully.

“Yes, it is. Mephisto told me and Yasu about it.”

Slowly, Katashi shakes his head. “No. If a demon leaves a mark, it’s not a one day you’ll be my mate thing. It’s a mark to show others you have a mate and an eternal bond. Sometimes demons will have relationships, but they rarely take a mate because they don’t want to be tied to another being forever. It’s like a contract; you can’t just end it. Demons rarely take mates because of that.” He speaks carefully and calmly.

He watches as the wheels turn in Yume’s head as she starts to link everything together. “That’s great!”

“Huh?”

Excitement fills her expression. “I was worried about the engagement, but I don’t have to worry if that was a lie. Once _____ comes back, we are leaving. I’ve looked into going abroad. Maybe Thailand to start? I know _____ will be upset, but she’ll like Thailand.” As she speaks, she jumps off the sofa. “I need to find her now. Thankfully, we’ve got passports.” She rambles on about leaving Japan and escaping from this awful situation. “Katashi, maybe you come too?”

Katashi’s hands start to shake. Why doesn’t she get it? Denial? What is wrong with her? “Yume, stop! Mephisto lied. Amaimon has already marked ______; they are mates now. There is no escape. Unless you kill Amaimon.”

“No, you’re wrong. I know ______ has gone through a lot….I need to speak to Yasu. We need to leave the country. There is no way _____ would’ve accepted it so soon. So, I know it didn’t happen.” She pats her pockets, checking for her phone and keys. “I’m going to find Yasu.”

“STOP! Amaimon has already marked her.” He repeats. “Mephisto isn’t the only one who lied to you. You think Yasu doesn’t know how the mating process works? Mephisto lied when Yasu was standing by your side, and he said nothing. Yasu is just as toxic.”

It’s as if she didn’t hear a word he said. She walks towards the door. “Katashi, I’m going to look into flights. We need to enter the country legally. I’ll call you when everything is settled, okay?”

She’s out the door, leaving him unable to reply.

“What is happening?”

You’re taking a towel off a bowl of dough when you get the text.

Yume has lost her mind.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard as you try to come up with a reply. Amaimon is across from you, biting into a popsicle like some kind of psychopath. You grimace as the feeling of biting into something cold crosses your mind.

______, she just left my apartment. I didn’t tell her you’re back, but she’s denying everything I told her. Can I call you? It’s important.

 Instead of texting back, you call him, placing him on speaker. “Did you tell her?” You question. “About the mate thing.”

You put the phone on the counter, turning your focus back to the dough. “Yes and no. I didn’t tell her that Amaimon marked you. However, she believes that demons have a form of engagement before mating. She described it as a demon marking their future mate, but they aren’t actually mates yet.” You narrow your eyes at Amaimon while Katashi continues speaking. It seems you weren’t the only one misled about the true nature of marking. “I explained to her that this isn’t how it works, but she got excited, saying it makes escape easier. I told her he has marked you as his mate, but I didn’t mention that you told me that. _____, she wouldn’t hear it. She just began insisting that you wouldn’t do such a thing and leaving the country with you. It was really unsettling.”

He's so dumb. You raise your fist, punching the dough in front of you, maybe a bit harder than you’re supposed to. Amaimon stares at you. “You’re supposed to do that. It’s an important step.” You tell him while dumping the dough on the floured surface. “Hand me the rolling pin.”

“_____?” Katashi questions.

“I’m here. I just haven’t thought of a good response yet. My first instinct was to yell at you and just be furious. I don’t like to let out that type of toxicity.” You roll out the dough into a rectangle as you speak. “I’m making cinnamon rolls. Do you like cinnamon rolls?”

“Yes, but can we talk about this important matter?”

You grit your teeth, pushing a bit too hard into the dough as you roll it. “Sure, after I’ve calmed down.” Actually, I shouldn’t be doing this while angry. I’m going to ruin them, and then I’ll be pissed about that. “Amaimon, please help me roll this out into a rectangle.”

The demon with green-haired demon nods, throws the popsicle stick in the trash and walks around the bar to do as you requested.

“I told her he has marked you a mate. Why would you do that?” you hiss, trying to maintain a calm tone. “Katashi, she’s clearly losing her mind, and you just had to add more fuel to the fire? Are you stupid?” You rake your flour-covered hands through your hair. “It seems like she’s completely lost it.”

“I’m really worried _____.”

“I couldn’t care less," you say with a sigh. You don’t care about this drama. You don’t care about Katashi's worries and your mom's denial. “It seems karma has finally caught up with her; maybe it’ll catch up to my dad next.” While you talk, you grab a smaller bowl to measure the brown sugar, butter, and cinnamon needed for the filling. Amaimon finishes rolling the dough just as you finish mixing everything. “Katashi, do you understand what’s happened to me in just a month? It’s insane. Not only did I find out all this bullshit with my parents, but I also moved so quickly with Amaimon. It doesn’t make sense.” You hate to confess this to Katashi, but it’s the truth.

“I told you time has no meaning for beings like this.” Amaimon cuts in.

“Still! It’s odd.”

Amaimon shakes his head. “It’s not.”

Katashi coughs, interrupting the debate you’re having with Amaimon. “Actually _____, it’s not unusual for demons. While it’s rare for them to choose mates, it usually happens quickly when they find someone. If they take too long, they risk losing them to someone else, which is why they tend to act fast.”

You take in Katashi's explanation while spreading the mixture of brown sugar over the rolled-out dough. A comforting scent of cinnamon wafts through the air. "I’m surprised you know so much about demon relationships."

“Of course, I have a lot of knowledge on this subject. It would be embarrassing if I didn’t after exorcising demons for over thirty years." Katashi replies, and you can hear the embarrassment in his voice.

While Katashi talks, you begin rolling the dough. "If that's all, I’m a bit busy- Amaimon, could you grab the baking pan?" You take a serrated knife as he fetches the pan, hoping to achieve a smooth cut. The recipe advises cutting it into nine large pieces.

“How long does it take to bake.” Amaimon questions, placing the pan on the bar beside you.

“Twenty minutes, could you grease the pan? Wipe butter all over it.” You pass some softened butter to the demon king.

Katashi snaps. “_____, are you playing house? We need to help Yume.”

“Playing house? I’m doing what I usually do—doing homework, baking, watching anime, and reading.” While you speak, you wet a towel and pop it in the microwave for a few seconds. “This is my everyday life. Just a typical teenage life. Look, I really want nothing to do with this. I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you that.”

“Being in a relationship with a demon king is not part of a typical teenage life,” Katashi responds dryly.

You carefully slice the dough, focusing hard to get even cuts. “Demon king?” you ask, measuring the first cinnamon roll you've cut. “I’m dating Ambrosius Faust.”

Amaimon observes you slicing each roll. The aroma is almost irresistible, and he briefly wonders if you would let him have a raw one like the cookie dough.

“If you touch them, I will kill you.” You glare at the demon king as he inches closer to the pan. “They’re not ready. I still need to put a warm towel on top for another forty minutes to let them rise, and then I can bake them.”

“You said twenty.”

“I mentioned it takes twenty minutes to bake; they still require additional rising." You gesture towards the spaces between the flat cinnamon rolls in the pan. "They’ll fill the pan as they rise. Plus, they won’t taste good unless I let them rise again.”

Katashi lets out a frustrated groan on the phone. You roll your eyes and suggest, "How about we meet somewhere tomorrow to talk it over? You might even get a cinnamon roll, assuming Amaimon doesn’t devour them all first."

“Forty minutes.” Amaimon looks at the covered pan momentarily before shifting his focus elsewhere. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his lips to the mark on your neck. You protest with a huff. "Not yet," you say, reaching behind you to grab his hair and pull him away from your neck. 

“But I want you,” Amaimon complains, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Instead of attempting to tug him away again, you sigh, reaching for the phone.

“Katashi, I’ll text you tomorrow afternoon. Bye.”  

You let out a small laugh at his persistence. “You’re insatiable,” you comment, turning around in his embrace to face him.

He nods and leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

You surrender to the kiss, your fingers entwined in his soft hair. Amaimon deepens the kiss, and the aroma and flavor of strawberry candy envelop your senses as he parts his lips against yours.

"Wait," you say breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. Amaimon stares blankly at you momentarily before burying his face in your neck. “Amaimon, leave the mark alone. I need to clean up.” You complain when he presses his hot tongue to the mark. “Someone else can do it.”

You tug at his hair to pull him away again. “I need to clean; we have forty minutes. Let me clean up quickly, and then we can watch a TV show.” Amaimon gives you a quick kiss on the mark before releasing you completely. “Okay.”

Quickly, you organize the baking ingredients and clean up the kitchen while glancing at Amaimon, whose golden eyes watch your every move intently. 

“Are you going to choose something to watch, Amaimon?"

“I am already watching something.”

“Idiot.”

Cleaning up doesn’t take long; once finished, you settle on the sofa next to Amaimon. “I thought we were going to watch something,” you say to the demon king, who pulls you into his arms, gently pulling your shirt aside to plant soft kisses on your shoulder. 

You reach for the remote and turn on the TV. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything is fine,” Amaimon replies, his lips still pressed against your skin.

You scroll through the different options until you find an interesting movie. Just as it begins, Amaimon keeps kissing your neck.

“Should I turn it off?” you ask, as he ignores the movie, and his actions are too distracting for you to truly focus.

“It doesn’t matter,” Amaimon mumbles against your skin. “I just want to be close to you.”  

As the movie progresses, Amaimon’s kisses become more heated, his hands wandering over your body. You shift in his lap so that you’re facing him, feeling his arousal pressing against your thigh as he pulls you closer for a deeper kiss. A blaring alarm jolts your attention from Amaimon. “They’re done rising.”

You slip off the sofa before he has time to react. “I’m going to put them in the oven.”

Amaimon’s gaze is fixed on you as you grab the rolls and open the oven, placing them in and setting the timer for twenty minutes. When you head back to the sofa, you awkwardly meet Amaimon's eyes. “Do you need help with that?” you ask hesitantly, your eyes drifting to the noticeable outline in his pants.

“Twenty minutes isn’t enough time.”

“Twenty minutes is enough for me to give you a blow job.” The ease with which the words leave your mouth catches Amaimon's attention, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “It's going to take longer than that because I want you to finish in my mouth and on my dick before we're done.” A wicked grin spreads across Amaimon's face as he watches you blush. “You can't just say things like that!” 

"I doubt that can be accomplished in only twenty minutes _____; I prefer not to rush through it." 

“Amaimon, stop.”

“I'd rather watch you squirming beneath me.”

“Amaimon. Stop being so vulgar.” 

“But you’re the one who suggested sucking my dick.” 

“Amaimon!” 

You turn your back to the demon king, trying to hide the blush that spreads across your face. “I was just trying to offer some help,” you mutter. “We’re watching Demon Slayer. Going to watch Tanjiro slay all the asshole demons.” You huff, sitting beside him on the sofa. 

“Those demons are weak. They can’t even stand in the sun. Why do humans like to watch it?” Amaimon stares at the screen with disinterest. 

“I like it.” 

“Yes, you’re odd.” 

A sudden realization strikes, making you leap off the couch. "I forgot the icing!" Quickly, you head to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and all the ingredients needed for the cream cheese frosting. As you whisk everything together, Amaimon appears beside you, curiously eyeing the white mixture. “It smells sweet; I want some.” 

You quickly swat away the hand, reaching for the bowl. "You'll have to wait until the rolls are done," you say, motioning towards the stove. The timer has only two minutes left. 

As the timer goes off, you're still smoothing out the lumps in the icing. "Could you take the rolls out?" you ask, cringing as he opens the oven barehanded and retrieves the pan of rolls. Place them here, and I’ll ice them." 

Amaimon nods, placing the hot tray on the counter beside you. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. “Can I cover you with icing?” he speaks in that annoyingly innocent, blunt tone.

You elbow him in the side. “Focus, Amaimon. The rolls.”

He blinks. “But _____, we have longer than twenty minutes now.” 

You brush off his comment, fixating on the delicious aroma of the cinnamon rolls. Your mouth begins to water as you grab one from the pan and transfer it onto a plate. "Here, try it." 

As Amaimon enjoys the cinnamon roll, your attention shifts to the espresso machine hidden in the kitchen corner. A latte feels just right at this moment. You make the espresso with ease but find it challenging to steam the milk. “I think I need more practice," you whisper to yourself after tasting the warm latte. It’s decent, yet not what you had anticipated. The foam isn’t quite as perfect as you hoped. “Are the cinnamon rolls good?” You grab one for yourself, with only nine; you know if you don’t take one now, there won’t be any left.

After a quick shower, you change into an oversized t-shirt and underwear before entering Amaimon’s bedroom.

“Here.” Amaimon offers you a piece of black cloth, which you gently take from him. The fabric feels soft and silky against your skin. He’s dressed in his usual outfit except for the jacket that rests on the back of a chair in the corner—Amaimon reclines on the bed, propped up by his arms. “What’s this for?” you ask quietly. "Tie me down.”

“What? No!”

Amaimon reaches for you, tugging you on the bed with him. “Why? You want to.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he continues speaking. “Go ahead, my queen. Have your way with me.” He grasps your jaw in his head, slowly turning it to face the headboard, “See? You can tie my hands to that.” Your eyes zoom in on the spot he’s referring to; it is the perfect spot if you’re tying someone to the bed. He releases your jaw, pulling you into his lap so you can sit face to face. Gently, he takes your hands, placing them over the buttons on his vest. “You should take my clothes off first.” He sits back, using his arms again for support while staring at you in his lap, expectedly. You can see the amusement in his eyes as you remove his vest. Then, his tie.

He doesn’t make it easy on you to remove his shirt. Instead of helping, he watches you with amusement as you struggle to push it down his back. “I can’t believe you,” you huff, tossing the shirt aside. Amaimon shifts back toward the headboard, holding the fabric up. “Tie me up ______.”

“How do I tie you up? I feel like I should google this first.”

“Why would you google it?”

“What if I accidentally hurt you?”

“…..” Amaimon gazes at you blankly.

You huff, snatching the cloth from him, and climb over him; he kindly lifts his arms so it’s easier for you to tie him. “Am I supposed to be using a certain type of knot?” You question, sitting on his abdomen while debating how you’re meant to tie him.

Once he’s properly secured to the headboard, you lean back, and your face flushes at the sight of him lying shirtless, bound to the headboard. "You can take off the rest," he gestures to his lower half, still clad in those peculiar burgundy pants. Hesitantly, you grasp his belt. “It’s intriguing how shy you are acting. Just an hour ago, you were so bold.  ‘Twenty minutes is enough for me to give you a blow job.’ Remember?”

You frown. “Amaimon, shut up.”  

He shrugs. Annoyed with how nonchalant he is, you sit cross-legged to his left, casually running your fingers along the waistband of his pants. His tail flicks back and forth as he waits for you to remove the rest of his clothes.

“Wait, what am I supposed to do?”

“Remove my clothes.”

“I mean after that.”  You tug on his belt while questioning him.

“Whatever you want.”

“But what?”

Amaimon stares at you blankly for a good moment before laughing at you.

Annoyed, you slap his abdomen. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Amaimon nods his head in agreement. “Yes.”

Slightly embarrassed, you remove his belt, quickly followed by his pants and underwear. Your eyes scan his body; the most noticeable thing is how relaxed he is. Of course, Amaimon notices you staring at him and flicks his tail against your hand. “Go ahead, touch me.” You run your hand over his upper right thigh but don’t touch him where you know he’s asking. Slowly, you slide your right hand just under his lips, tracing the bottom of his lip.

His brow raises. “Do you want me to show you what to do?”

“What?”

He ducks his head down, causing your fingers to touch his lips. Then, without hesitation, he opens his mouth, bringing two of your fingers into his warm mouth, gently running his tongue over them and sucking. Your face burns as you realize what he’s implying. Slowly, you pull your fingers from his mouth, sliding them down his chest, leaving a line of his salvia covering him.

“My hips have bruises shaped like your hands.” You huff, tracing your fingers over his unmarked hips. “Honestly, I feel a bit jealous. You can leave these marks on me, but I can’t leave any marks on you. Except for the one on your throat.” You dig your nails into his hips as you speak.

Amaimon observes you pinching his hip. “Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.”

You glance down at Amaimon's member, admiring its size and girth. “No, you just heal too quickly.” Your fingertips trace a slow path along its length, marveling at the warmth and smoothness of his skin. Despite your actions, Amaimon remains stoic, his facial expressions unchanged as he stares at you almost blankly. You narrow your eyes while boldly wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling its strength and heat pulsing beneath your touch. You give it a soft squeeze while he’s hardening in your hand; his face remains unmoved. “Really? You’re going to just stare at me blankly?” 

“Do you want me to act like a sub? I saw it in one of Big Brother’s manga.” Amaimon casually comments, staring at the ceiling. You pinch his hip. “I’m going to gag you.”

His tail lightly brushes against your hand. “Go ahead.” 

You sigh and lean down, resting your forehead against his. “You’re so annoyingly cute. You know, I can’t find anything to dislike about you. Why do you seem so perfect?” 

“Because I’m your mate.”

"Even before that," you say, reaching to grasp his member once more. "It's strange; you're the first person I've ever truly been interested in." You continue sitting up as you speak and gently pump his cock, adding, "You're also the first person I've ever felt was a true friend and the first person I've had romantic feelings for." You lean down and run your tongue along the tip of his member, causing him to let out a low growl.

You continue to pump his cock, now adding a slight twist with each stroke. He lets out another growl and leans his head back against the pillows.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Yes,” he grunts, clinching his fists above his head.

A soft, sly smile spreads across your lips as you take more of him into your mouth, the salty taste of his skin lingering on your tongue. With a teasing flick of your tongue, you lightly suck on him, eliciting a low moan from deep within his throat. Encouraged by his response, you pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down with a careful rhythm.

Amaimon raises his hips, and you sink your nails into his waist, forcing him back down. He lets out an annoyed growl, yet you continue to suck harder, intent on making him lose control.

“______, stop.” Amaimon groans, attempting to pull his hips away from you. But you stubbornly hold on, lowering your head to the base of his cock. 

His cock twitches in your mouth, and he warns you again. As you dismiss his warning, he emits a frustrated sound; finally succumbing to his desires, Amaimon releases into your mouth with a loud moan of pleasure. His flavor envelops your senses, and you savor every drop, relishing the musky, earthy notes on your tongue. It’s an experience that’s truly unique.

Slowly, you sit back up, lifting your hand to wipe the drool from your mouth. “I was expecting that to be gross. It wasn’t.” You comment with the earthy flavor still in the back of your throat. “It’s because I’m your mate. It would’ve been different if it happened before then.” Amaimon replies while using his claws to free himself from the binds. "

“It would’ve been gross before?” You raise a brow. From what you’ve read, you were a bit nervous you’d gag and possibly even throw up. 

“I don’t know. Take your clothes off; you’re overdressed.” 

“Why don’t you do it? You made me strip you.” You pout. 

Amaimon sits up, pulling you onto his lap, his strong arms secure around your waist. “I’ll undress you if that’s what you want.” He kisses your neck, nipping at the skin lightly.

You sigh with satisfaction and tilt your head slightly, allowing him greater access to your neck. He removes your shirt with a quick tug and then slides off your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him.

He leans back slightly to look at you. “Beautiful,” he whispers before moving in to capture your lips in an intense kiss.

As the kiss deepens, he gently lays you back on the bed while your hands wrap around his neck. Amaimon lets his hands glide down to gently cup your breasts, massaging them softly before breaking the kiss to place tender kisses down your neck and chest.

You let out a soft moan as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking lightly. The feeling sends chills through you, and you lean into him, craving more.

He pulls away from your breast with a trail of wet kisses, his lips leaving a burning sensation on your skin. He moves down your stomach, the heat from his body searing against your sensitive flesh. When he reaches the curve of your hips, he pauses and looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. He spreads your legs, settling comfortably between them as his fingers gently part your folds, revealing your most intimate center to him. And then, without hesitation, he plunges his talented tongue deep inside you.

“Amaimon!” Your fingers grip the strands of his hair with pleasure and desperation. His skilled tongue works, flicking back and forth over your sensitive clit before plunging deep inside of you. It’s almost too much to handle when he sucks gently on your clit, causing you to jerk and writhe in response. He holds you tightly, his arms wrapped around your quivering thighs, pulling you closer against his face as he swirls his tongue around your clit, sending waves of intense pleasure through your entire being. As an orgasm washes over you, he holds you close still, refusing to allow you to move until he’s had his fill.

With a growl of need, he finally releases you, only to climb over you, pressing himself against your entrance, teasing you with just the tip of him. “Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg, beg for me to fuck you.”

“Please, Amaimon.” You whine, trying to lift your hips.

“No.”

You groan as he presses your hips back down. “Please, Demon King of Earth, your queen needs you.” You beg, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer.

With a feral growl, he slams into you; you gasp at the sensation and dig your nails along his back. “Amaimon.”

His pace is slow and deliberate at first but soon becomes faster and more urgent as both of your desires heighten. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he thrusts into you with an almost primal need. Moans escape from both of your lips as pleasure builds between you.

As you feel a second orgasm building, Amaimon abruptly slows down. Your breath catches in your throat as he withdraws completely. “What?”

“Get on all fours.” He demands, pulling away from you.

His words shock you, but you don’t argue, slowly, you shift to the position he asked for. He moves closer, delicately tracing a claw down your spine. You steady your arms, slightly concerned they might give out as Amaimon takes his place behind you.

With a swift motion, he enters you from behind, and you almost scream, clawing at the mattress. Somehow, he’s deeper than before, gripping your hips painfully tight.

One hand firmly grips your hip while the other reaches around to your front. Amaimon's skilled fingers caress and rub circles on your clit, sending electrifying shockwaves through your body. The dual stimulation overwhelms you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body trembles with pleasure as the tension within you builds to its breaking point. It doesn’t take long before an intense release leaves you trembling and gasping for air. Amaimon maintains his movements within you, eventually reaching his climax. With one last groan, he releases inside of you.

He pulls out and watches with slight humor as you drop to the bed on your stomach. You’re too exhausted to move yourself; Amaimon lays beside you on the bed and tugs you, positioning you to lie on his chest. 

“Amaimon.” 

“Yes?” 

“Beg?” You lift yourself to stare down at your mate. “Yes.” Amaimon nods. “I wasn’t expecting that.” You tap your fingers against his chest. “I noticed.”

“Did you like being tied to the headboard?”

“Did you like me being tied to the headboard?”

You gaze into his golden eyes. “I think I’d rather you not be tied up, but if you like it….”

“I prefer not, but I didn’t mind it. I’ll do anything for you."

You raise your hand and pinch his cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Notes:

MC is so tired of the BS with everyone, but she does feel a bit bad for Katashi, which is why she agreed to meet him.

[lucifers-little-light]

Charlie you might want to send your father to bed, he’s not really in a healthy state right now.

Charlie: *setting everything up while wearing a pregnancy suit* Okay so I don’t know sign language…I wouldn’t be able to teach it. But I’ll keep that idea for the future. Right now I already have a few activities planned!

Lucifer: *yawning*

Alastor: *takes Lumi from Lucifer’s hold seeing that Lucifer looks tired*

Everyone soon comes in the room…

Charlie stood at the front of the room, radiating her usual chipper enthusiasm, as she handed out pregnancy simulation suits to everyone, determined to make this parenting class both fun and educational.

Charlie: *clapping her hands together* Alright, everyone! Since Lumi’s arrival and with Husk expecting, I thought it would be a good idea for us all to learn a little about baby care—and what it’s like to *be* pregnant!

She grinned as she held up one of the suits, a comically exaggerated belly designed to mimic the physical experience of pregnancy.

Charlie: *beaming* These suits will help you understand what Husk is going through—and what’s involved in caring for a little one!

Alastor sat off to the side, holding Lumi close. His posture was more relaxed than it had been in weeks, though his eyes remained wary as he watched the scene unfold. Husk lounged nearby, grumbling but clearly relieved to have been excused from the exercise, his hand resting protectively on his prominent baby bump.

Charlie: *handing a suit to Angel Dust* Here you go, Angel!

Angel: *grinning as he held it up* Oh, honey, I’m gonna rock this look. Just wait. *He slipped into the suit with dramatic flair, striking a pose as the faux belly rounded out his figure — smirking* I look good pregnant, don’t I? Betcha didn’t see that coming!

Candy and Aislynn giggled as they put on their own suits, Aislynn struggling slightly with the straps. Meanwhile, Niffty looked at the suits wistfully, clearly too small to participate.

Niffty: *pouting* Aww, no fair! I wanted to try one on too!

Charlie: *laughing* Sorry, Niffty! Maybe next time.

Lucifer stood to the side, holding the suit Charlie had handed him with a tense smile. His fingers gripped the fabric tightly, and his gaze flicked nervously between the suit and the others already wearing theirs.

Charlie: *noticing Lucifer’s hesitation* Dad? Are you okay?

Lucifer: *clearing his throat, his usual composure faltering slightly* Oh, I’m fine, darling.

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was watching him with quiet understanding. Alastor gave a subtle nod, as if to say, You don’t have to if you don’t want to.

Charlie: *cheerfully moving on* Okay, Vaggie, let’s get yours on!

Vaggie: *sighing but allowing Charlie to strap the suit on her* This is ridiculous, but if it helps Husk and the baby, I’ll do it.

Charlie: *beaming* That’s the spirit!

As everyone settled into their suits, Charlie grabbed a box of baby dolls from the corner.

Charlie: *holding up a doll* Now that we’re all “pregnant,” it’s time to learn how to hold, feed, and care for a baby!

Lucifer: *clearly uncomfortable* Charlie, sweetie, I’m already caring for a baby remember? Your brother. So I don’t think that I need to be here.

Charlie: Dad you said you would help! I need someone with experience to guide everyone. *gets an idea* Actually dad! You should be leading this class! Go on! *takes a seat next to Vaggie*

Lucifer: *nervous* Oh…great! Fun!

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 23 SPOILERS‼️

‼️OG LESSON 76 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | more theories

based off of what we saw of simeon in the new lesson, i think that

1. he knows about alternate timelines and possibly altering your future

2. he didn't know if he'd become a demon or a human after his fall, and he didn't know when or how

3. he knew about the celestial war and its outcome to some extent

4. he blames himself for the fall of lucifer and his brothers (duh), and up until he actually lost his wings, he thought he'd avoided the possibility altogether

there's no way simeon can't tell that mc is a human

lucifer knew that mc and little d were strange, and they're powerful enough to be able to tell that their auras aren't angelic in the slightest - especially little d's

unless you count mc's very very very distant blood relation to lilith and luke's blessing, there's probably no trace of anything even remotely related to an angel anywhere on them

there's no way simeon could meet this version of mc that far in the future without some kind of time travel or timeline manipulation

he's too smart not to pick up on that fact

he doesn't seem worried about losing his wings

at all

mammon, on the other hand, is terrified at the thought of someone he's close to losing his wings and probably wouldn't even entertain the thought of losing his own wings

not until the war, at least

simeon didn't go into detail about how he'd meey mc in the future, nor did he go into detail about when or how he's lose his wings

he brought it up almost out of nowhere

mammon was expecting some lighthearted prophecy similar to meeting someone from your past in another time, and finding out that simeon might experience something as jarring as losing his wings made him want to change the subject almost as soon as he heard it

losing his wings was probably the least terrifying thing he read in that prophecy book, especially since whether or not it would happen and whether or not he'd face a fate worse than death were extremely unclear

war is hardly ever unclear, though

and his apparent involvement in it probably made him think that joining lucifer's side would cause him to lose his wings

when the time came for him to pick sides, he was too afraid of disobeying his father and making every prophecy in the book come true, he wanted his future to be his and his alone

he thought he could prevent the war, or at least hold off on it for a little longer - we all know that he knew it was coming whether he wanted it to or not

but when the time came to talk to lucifer, he couldn't bring himself to do it

he knew something was on his brother's mind, and there's no way there wasn't gossip around the celestial realm about tension between one of the most powerful angels, the 6 angels he looked after, and their father

but he wasn't ready to face the fact that war was coming sooner than he anticipated

so he did what most other angels did and sided with the celestial realm

and then, the fall still happened, but he wasn't involved

and he was able to see the way that despite falling from grace and becoming everything they were told to hate, lucifer and his brothers were still thriving

he thought that maybe, just maybe, falling from grace wouldn't be so bad

but he also thought that with the end of the war, his chance of falling was over

that's why he's so accepting and carefree and less stuck-up than the rest of the angels, so much so that he'd forgotten about the part of the prophecy that said he'd meet mc again

not only did he emotionally fall for mc when he met them again, he literally ended his life as an angel for them by stealing lucifer's ring from the celestial realm

but after seeing how unburdened the rest of his brothers were after their fall, he'd follow them without hesitation anyways if it meant feeling the same kind of freedom

[envythemouse]

All-time Sam/Dean recs

Plotty:

Intertextuality by doctor__idiot

Summary: It starts out as a joke. Sam has no other excuse than boredom. And maybe a little pettiness.

Envy’s notes: Sam gets annoyed when Dean keeps trying to flirt with girls they come across. The solution? Flirt with Dean himself.

Another Go Round by KassandraScarlett

Summary: Someone sends Dean back to 2009, with a mission: change the past, change the present, so the apocalypse never happens.

Dean leaves behind a Croatoan-ridden world, only to stumble into the one person he's always loved more than anything else.

Or:

Zachariah doesn't send Dean to 2014. Instead, Chuck sends the Dean of the future to 2009.

Envy’s notes: Sam Winchester/apocalyptic Dean is the best ship we have in the fandom so I had to put it on the list. Apocalyptic Dean gets sent to 2009 right after Sam tries to kill himself to get away from Lucifer. This Dean knows what it’s like to truly lose his other half and so treats Sam with the love he deserves. I love affectionate Sam/Dean. Even better, other Dean watches it all happen and is jealous of himself.

Sincerely, Sam by Samcursed

Summary: Sam Winchester is praying for death.

Dean's already gone after sacrificing himself to take out Amara and Sam's losing more and more of himself each day at Lady Bevell's hands. He's reached his limit. Then suddenly he finds himself in 1998 and the sole focus of a supernatural lawyer who has one very firm request; She needs Sam to cure a demon. Dad, Dean, and Bobby won't let him out of their sights and Sam has enough to juggle with the swarm of supernatural creatures who think the Boy King has come back to take his crown.

Envy’s notes: Older Sam and younger Sam switch places so it has younger Dean/older Sam in the past and younger Sam/older Dean in the future. Sam uses his powers in this and the demons rebel because their boyking has arrived, some demons are trying to break the seals decades earlier because Lucifer has also noticed Sam’s presence. Oh and Sam think his Dean is dead and wants to join him.

The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst

Summary: Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia.

Envy’s notes: Lots of physical affection and damn do I love these original characters. Sam and Dean go undercover as a couple on a bus tour for gay men, they do a lot of sightseeing. There’s this guy hitting on Sam and he has no idea because he can’t read signals, but Dean does notice.

Pacified by Parroticat (hanover)

Summary: Set in season 7 after they've got Lucifer out of Sam's head. Sam starts having nightmares, waking up every night screaming himself hoarse, weak and exhausted. Dean fixes it the only way that has ever worked, no matter how embarrassing Sam finds it.

Envy’s notes: Sam starts wetting the bed after going to hell, Dean takes care of it. Not a kinky fic, just hurt/comfort.

073 – Barry by ani_coolgirl

Summary: In remembrance of the life and times of Barry Cook. Sam remembers perhaps a bit too much.

Envy’s notes: In which Barry helped Sam find out his sexuality and knew Sam’s brother was also Sam’s first crush. When Sam tells Dean about Barry, he realises Sam has feelings for him.

For You to Me are the Only One by flowerofnettles

Summary: Classic trope, Winchester Drama version—Before the boys hit her with witch-killin’ bullets, the monster of the week puts a curse on Dean: either he has sex within five days, or his heart will give out. The catch? The curse was designed to make its target violent during sex, and naturally Dean refuses to put anyone’s life at risk to save his own. As the fifth day gets closer, a desperate Sam makes the choice for them both, by offering (with a little help from Castiel’s angel powers) the only person he’s willing to risk at Dean’s hands: himself. Only when it ends they’ve got bigger problems, because Sam never expected that a few nights pretending to be a stranger volunteering to take care of Dean could lead to such shocking discoveries about himself, his brother, and the strength of the bond tying their souls together.

Envy’s notes: Not as smutty as it sounds. It has a lot of feels also. Hidden identity!Sam/cursed Dean. It’s all very consensual (except for Dean not knowing it’s Sam). It’s over 50k words so you can spend the night reading it.

It's Just Research by brokenlittleboy

Summary: Sam becomes obsessed with the "wincest" shippers on the forums for fans of Carver Edlund's "Supernatural." Dean finds out.

Envy’s notes: Sam starts reading wincest and then becomes a fanfiction writer because what better way to let all those feelings out?

Well Jung by alwaysthrowsscissors

Summary: The brothers are faced with their broken relationship in the aftermath of Gadreel’s possession and Kevin’s death. In an act of desperation, they go to couple’s therapy to try to work things out. It may bring them closer than they bargained for. This fic starts off funny and becomes more intimate and serious as the boys navigate their first time and process it with their therapist.

Envy’s notes: Sam and Dean go to a couple’s therapist to fix their relationship, they misunderstand some of their therapist’s advice.

Sam’s brow got further and further stitched as he looked at article after article. “She can’t possibly have meant this.”

“What do you mean?"

“It’s all...sex stuff," Sam said, crinkling his nose in disgust.

Baby Bird by TheQuietWings

Summary: Sam is sick, and Dean has some… unconventional methods to make him eat.

Envy’s notes: Dean feeds Sam mouth to mouth. Oddly sweet.

Embarrassing Crushes by Marie_Tomas

Summary: Sam and Dean get drunk and share a few embarrassing stories. When they ask each other about their most embarrassing crushes, the answers that they both give are kind of...surprising.

Envy’s notes: This one is really sweet and I love the way Dean reacts to Sam’s confession.

When This is Over, We Should Really Have Angry Sex by mjlove1 and oulfulsam

Summary: A Wincestous deleted scenes take on "Red Sky At Morning" S3 While Sam Dean & Bela are at the party Sam overhears something that leads to a very jealous miscommunication. Rated M for graphic Wincest in Ch2. 2-shot written w/ the wonderful& talented MJLove

Envy’s notes: Established wincest. Sam overhears what the guard says and thinks Dean actually slept with Bella.

023 – confession by ani_coolgirl

Summary: There are some things you can only say when you're alone. What Sam doesn't realize is that he's not alone.

Envy’s notes: Ghost!Dean hears Sam talking to his comatose body in S2:E01 Time of Dying. Why can they only be sweet to one another when one of them is dying??

Always My Pretty Baby by taiyou_nii_chan

Summary: Sam has always been Dean's "pretty baby" but years have gone by and he hasn't been feeling "pretty" or "a baby" lately. Dean takes care of fixing that.

Envy’s notes: A personal favourite because Sam doesn’t get called pretty enough, it’s always Dean :(

017 – backfire by ani_coolgirl

Summary: Sam gets Dean back for the itching powder. It doesn't quite go like he planned.

Envy’s notes: Sam pranks Dean by making someone think they’re a couple. You can never go wrong with pretend relationship fics.

I Can't Forget the Time or Place Where We Just Met by alwaysthrowsscissors

Summary: Sam and Dean fall asleep on the couch, wake up cursed with amnesia, and assume they're in a relationship. After exploring their surroundings, they can't keep their hands off each other any longer. The curse breaks mid-sex.

Envy’s notes: Another one of my favourite tropes. Both have amnesia and assume they’re a couple.

Hell changes people by blueingaround

Summary: After Sam almost sees Dean die in that barn, he can't quite shake the feeling that something's going to happen if he loses sight of him. He had never wanted to be as close to his brother as now. He can't take his eyes off him. After weeks of recovery, Dean wants to go back to hunting, but Sam wants him to just stay home. He knows the way he feels about his brother is wrong, but after hell, Sam finds it difficult to remember social norms.

aka Sam is struggling after Dean's recovery and they go on a hunt together. Some monster is hunting incestuous couples and some feelings are revealed. They decided to have sex to play bait for the monster and this turns out way more emotional than they both had expected it.

Envy’s notes: Sam has wanted to be closer to Dean ever since going to hell. Here’s one of my favourite pieces of dialogue:

“You're telling me you're fine with incest?”

“As long as no one's getting hurt? Sure.” Sam said, shrugging again. 

Dean was silent for a few seconds. Sam turned to look at him and saw his brother with a frown and his mouth slightly open in astonishment. 

“You're fucked in the head, Sam.”

“We both are.” He said. “It just seems I'm a little more messed up than you are. But that isn't news.”

Smutty:

Best Brother Ever by Mayalaen

Summary: Prompt fill for the request of Dean/Sam, dirty talk, virgin!Dean, coming untouched, massage, fingering, unexpected orgasm.

Dean is really sore after a hunt, and Sam offers a massage. Dean's first reaction is a big no, but his back is killing him, so he gives in. It turns out Sam's awesome at massages, and Sam knows what will help relax him even more.

Envy’s notes: Sexual healing, literally. Massage fics that lead to more are always great.

State Of Emergency by PerpetualCookie

Summary: Dodgeville, Michigan. January 2000.

The Winchesters get caught in the biggest snowstorm of the winter. Trapped in their motel room by drifts of snow six feet high, they’re more inside of each other’s pockets than normal.

John hears some things he wasn’t meant to hear.

Envy’s notes: Young Sam and Dean have sex while their dad is in the same room. John is not sleeping.

I'll Take Care of You by Katlover98

Summary: Ever since Toni Bevell mind fucked Sam he has had trouble getting it up. Dean tries to help him when he finds out and it leads to sexy time.

Envy’s notes: Dean helps a sexually frustrated Sam.

Every First Time by antarshakes

Summary: It all starts with a threesome, really. It all continues through threesomes. Then, it’s just minus one.

Envy’s notes: A pretty realistic way wincest could happen.

"Handsome, could you show Dean here what kind of kiss really turns a girl on, please?"

Cowboys and Indians by saltandbyrne

Summary: An account of the times Sam jizzed himself while Dean pinned his hands down, starting with a game of cowboys and indians.

Envy’s notes: Who knew a game of cowboys and indians could be so hot?

And the Truth Shall Set You Free by Nutkin

Summary: Sam gets hit with a truth spell, and Dean decides to do some digging. It turns out a surprising number of Sam's most embarrassing fantasies involve Dean. A very toppy Dean.

Envy’s notes: omg I love this one so much. Sam is under a truth spell, Dean asks him what crazy stuff he likes in bed and Sam is just like: you.

"What about me?"

"You on top of me." Sam swallowed, willing it to stop, but the words just kept tumbling out. "You holding me down."

[anthurak]

What are your thoughts on the Von Eldritch families future role in the show? Theories on Frederick and Bethesda since I can at least take a guess at Hellsa and Seviathan’s personalities but their parents are still a mystery to me.

Hey, sorry it took a while to get to this answer.

Honestly I don’t have much of an opinion on the Von Eldritch’s, mostly because I don’t think they are going to be all that important to the story. Rather, I think they’re mostly going to serve simply as a vehicle to explore Charlie’s childhood as well as Hell’s nobility in general, along with perhaps instigating a bit of conflict for Charlie and Vaggie.

Like I’ve seen some headcanons get tossed around that Seviathan was actually abusive and/or manipulative to Charlie and will be some kind of major antagonist, and frankly that just feels like pure fandom dramawanking. If I had to guess, I imagine Seviathan is going to be a standard upper-class twit and that he and Charlie being together was mostly just because their dads were friends. And that there isn’t any real chemistry between them.

Helsa might be more significant/interesting as we’ve heard that she and Charlie could have a more mutually antagonist relationship. If I had any personal hopes, I definitely like the idea of it turning out that Helsa ‘hating’ Charlie is actually out of a repressed, unresolved crush on her. Or maybe they have a Rin Tohsaka/Luvia Edelfelt dynamic where they just really fucking hate each other in a DEEPLY homoerotic fashion XD

And as for their parents, I’d say it’s pretty up in the air what they might be like. At this point the only thing we really know is that Frederick is/was apparently friends with Lucifer. Again, personally I don’t expect them to be all that important to the plot and mostly just serve as a means to introduce the nobility of Hell and the broader story threads that may come of that.

I will say, one plot thread I’d be particularly interested to see explored would be the Eldritch’s, as well as the rest of the Hellish nobility’s, reaction to Charlie’s relationship with Vaggie, and specifically their reaction to Charlie’s girlfriend ACTUALLLY being a FALLEN ANGEL.

Like this hasn’t really been touched on yet, but I kind of HAVE to imagine that fallen angels are a pretty BIG fucking deal in Hellborn society, particularly to the nobility.

With all the worldbuilding hints we’ve gotten between Hazbin and Helluva Boss, my theory is that Hell’s nobility are in fact descended from the many fallen angels who were cast out of Heaven along with Lucifer (essentially borrowing from Paradise Lost), aside from the six most powerful, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon, etc, who became the rulers of Hell alongside Lucifer.

Meaning that we could end up getting a very fun situation wherein Seviathan, Helsa, their family and the rest of the nobility have been looking down on Charlie for courting some lowly human sinner… except pscyh! Vaggie is a FALLEN ANGEL just like your ancestors! Which in turn could potentially make Vaggie part of the nobility by default.

I mean just imagine Seviathan being ready to be all smug and condescending at his ex for ‘trading down’ from him to some lowly human sinner… only to be forced to acknowledge that Charlie frankly traded UP in the relationship status department with Vaggie.*

And maybe Helsa also gets SUPER jealous too. Of Vaggie because she’s still pining for Charlie, or Charlie because how dare her archrival get a hot fallen-angel GF! XD**

*And of course this would go double if Chaggily ever becomes a thing.

**Harem-Protag!Charlie is absolutely a thing that can and should happen XD

[the-east-art]

Easts Supernatural Fic Recs

Since's I've been combing ao3 for good SPN fics, and exactly one person (@ennael) said they'd like to see what I've found. A trend you may notice that I'm not a big shipper - shipping is sometimes a little seasoning, but never the star of the show. ]

Passing Ships - BrownieFox

Summary: John gets injured during a salt and burn and a stranger brings him back to the hotel

Notes: This is the first fic in a series that got me looking for SPN fics again. It explores the idea of late series Sam going back in time and trying to prevent the various tragedies that lie in the future. The REALLY interesting part is that this is all done from an Outsider POV - from the young Winchesters as they meet this strange man that seems somewhat familiar. Because of that POV you never really know what Sam is up to, which builds some suspense and curiosity.

(The rest under the cut!)

you gave up half your life - loosingletters

Summary: When Dean and Cas disappeared, Sam was lost. But in a world that had nearly broken apart so many times, he wasn’t the only one who needed support and guidance.

Alternatively: (Salty) Post Season 7 Fix-it in which Sam Winchester accidentally starts organizing a bunch of Hunters all while trying to find his brother.

Notes: I knew this would be good but for some reason it took me a while to get to it. It turned out to be REALLY good. This story really focuses on how people need people, and honestly the stars of this show are the Hunter ocs that flavor the fic - all of them are so unique and different, and make the world feel truly alive.

mad and dead as nails - EclipseWing

Summary: “Your brother is missing.” That’s how it starts. But now Dean’s dead, gone, or maybe he never really existed in the first place. Maybe Dean was never real, and it was always Michael. Because if Sam knows one thing, it’s that Michael is all that is left.

Notes: Honestly this fic is a better analysis and thesis on Free Will than the actual story. This fic does a GREAT job at utilizing Jess as a character and works with the similarities between Dean and Michael as well as the concept of self. HIGHLY recommend.

Ain't No Grave - art_savage

Summary: When John Winchester wakes up to a post-apocalypse future, he only wants to know two things: where are his sons, and just what brought him back? AU in which the apocalypse caused a lot more trouble and ended a little differently.

Post apocalypse story that kind of searches for plausible 'happy' endings for the characters that doesn't keep them chained to the roles they inhabited during the main story. It's kind of low key but I super love it.

The Other Side - EclipseWing

Summary: In which Castiel has no idea what pulled him out of Hell, but he knows that he doesn't expect Dean, or his puppy-dog eyed brother Sam (what sort of angel names were those anyway?) who happens to be on the run from the other angels.

Notes: easily the best swap au I've managed to find. I'm a sucker for stories where Sam and Dean are actually Lucifer and Michael, and this story takes it in a fun direction!

When Worlds Collide - elfinblue

Summary: When a kidnapped Tony DiNozzo is rescued by legendary - and supposedly dead - serial killers Dean and Sam Winchester, the NCIS team takes over the Winchester investigation. What they find is a file filled with contradictions and impossibilities. This is an attempt to cross these shows but keep both in canon.

Notes: an NCIS crossover and the only fic here that is on ffnet cuz they never crossposted, but its worth it I promise! This fic is particularly good because it takes place mostly from the NCIS characters perspectives as they find ways to apply logic to the strange happenings around the winchesters and their works. Reads like a tv episode pacing wise which is awesome. Does have canontypical fat shaming and transphobia which sucks tho.

Anyway those are my absolute faves but I also bookmark my stuff on ao3 as easternCriminal so there's more there!

[hyperray]

Hazbin Hotel episode 1 Review

Now that the first two episodes have been released, I intend to make a review post pointing out what I find negative and positive about them. Now, truth be told, I'm kinda expecting the show to flip because of how Viv is mismaneging the whole thing with the prodution to her socials, but I don't want to be biased and have my perspective completely be compromised by my dissapointment and rage, so I hope this review will shine a new perspective on the episodes for critics like me to enjoy them more, and by the time of this writing I haven't watched episode two yet so to not base my judgement of future context, but I'll bring up context from past episodes to future ones, let's begin. Negatives: -Sooo, does God exist, or are there just these Elders who I'm assuming are the equivalent of archangels? Even if this is a book with left out parts Charlie might be reading, I don't see why discluding God from the story would change anything, though I have a theory on that later. -In the shot where the sad Lucifer looks at the angels surrounding Earth only Sera has her own stand out design. I think this implies that we won't be given focus on any other angels of her level besides Emily, so that's a bummer. -"Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control and Lilith refused to submit to his will" Okay so I'm getting this; If Lilith is fabricating a lot through this book, or maybe written by someone else who isn't including the 'whole' story, then Lilith might have been the victim of this situation and Adam is a typical male bigot and the female the hero against the male's tyranny and she did nothing wrong, which is tiring to accept. -If Lucifer did give Eve the apple of knowlege purely out of good will, then he and Lilith are dumb. Surely he must've forseen the consequences of what Heaven might do to him and Lilith for this rebellion as well the dangerous road humanity would take from that point, right? -Also, Lucifer isn't an angel the level of Michael here, he is just some random middling angel? Well that makes it all really dissapointing. He is supposed to be the peak of Hell's might, and if he is that weak by default then he and Hell shouldn't be that of a threat, logically, but also they'll likely be a threat which doesn't make much sense. He is much weaker than the higher up angels yet somehow accumilated power to rival them, through what? Aren't Heaven's and Hell's magic basically the only source of power anyone can siphon from in this universe, or is there another power system to draw from? -"Never allowed to see the good from humanity" okay that's highly unbelievable. Lower demons can access the human realm, so wouldn't he at least hear or see some recordings about what humanity has achieved? And it's extremely hypocritical since Hell and it's demons largely contribute to the human's pain and suffering, which fuels my willingness to believe this story isn't entirely written truthful.

[rinseveryday]

Hello! How are you ? Just one question! who do you think will die in the upcoming chapters of blue exorcist ? do you think anyone will die at all?

Hello anon! You're lucky because I'm having a nice easy week so I get to respond to you on the same day! (how rare)

Thank you for the question. I have seen this one come up recently within the fandom, especially with the manga ramping up for what seems to be a climax arc, but I never really had a solid answer for it. Kazue Kato is a master at misdirection and subverting expectations. She'd raise a death flag on purpose just for the lolz -u-"""

Personally, I don't see any of the main crew getting picked off, but then again, I didn't think Demon King! Rin was actually going to show up in his sweat pants so like... I'm just as scared as everyone else is.

I do think there will be some deaths though! And I'm hoping to see a few revives as well.

Spoiler warning for latest chapters under the cut

So from theories I've seen going around:

Renzou Shima has had major death flags on him for a while. This is probably just Kato trolling us though. I don't see any benefit coming out of his death anyways (snore) just kidding I love Renzou please don't die

Shiemi has said things that raised major death flags in the latest chapters, however, she's also under the protection of the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo, so unless Kato is a true masochist, I don't see her staying dead if worst comes to worst

Bon, probably also Kato's troll. Konekomaru is protected by the Cat Name Haver's Halo.

Izumo is in too much of a dire need for a glow-up to die.

Yukio is... cursed by the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo. Or at least he was but Rin feels a bit distracted lately. He'll live, but at What Cost? Couldn't say (probably a lot).

The Adults: Neuhaus is probably going to die. Shura might come close, but she'll hang in there so she can attend Rin's graduation. Lucy Yang might die. Lewin is favored by the author so I hope that means he's safe. Angel is not favored by the author so I really don't want to think about what's going to happen to him. Osceola better not die bc I need Rin to become his apprentice. Shiemi's mom is close to dying but I really hope she doesn't.

The Demons: I don't care either way so I never really thought about it (sorry demon lovers). If anything, it's more likely that we'll see demons that have crystalized, revive (Azazel, Armumahael, Shemihaza, Satan).

Also on a similar note, the demon eaters plot point was never fully resolved. Todou "died" off screen so unless Kato totally forgot about him, he's due for a comeback.

It's also interesting that Paku and Godaiin were focused on in the glimpse into the future. Nemu Takara also stayed back and is presumably still alive in that future, and those 3 from the kid's table still need to come back into the story. I doubt any of them will die ;w; that'd be too sad.

Jeremiah might die.

Dragulescu (??? idk how to spell his name) better die.

Other Illuminati: uhhh maybe the Lundstroms? I like Homare and I think she'll have something to do with Lucifer changing his mind about things. Lucifer isn't the main villain anyways so he's probably safe.

Rin... I don't think he'll be the same at the end of the manga, so to me, that counts as dying. Rin and Demon!Rin still haven't resolved their differences. Rin will have to choose a side, or face being forever unstable. But choosing will change him. Right now, he's living as 2 alter-egos/split personality. We've never seen him truly whole, and from the glimpses we have seen, he's kind of scary.

tl;dr Might die: Neuhaus, Shima, Lucy, Jeremiah, Dragulescu, Todou round 2, Rin (kinda)

[again-and-then]

Chapter update & Poll

So, apologies but I am running far behind on the current chapter. I know I usually try to post every 10 days or so, but I've been slacking off this week. The chapter is currently at about 3k, which is about 1/4th of where I want it to be. So, even if I buckle down, it's gonna be a few more days at least. Big sorry.

That being said, the fic is at 18.7k hits, which is crazy to me. I've previously floated the idea of doing something special at 20k, so I figured it's about time to ask you guys what you want. Got some options on the table that I can start cooking up after I finish the current chapter:

- Full breakdown of my theories regarding Carmilla and Velvette: this is a little side project I pick at now and then and have jokingly floated as a 20k special before. Planned to be highly detailed with visual aids both from the show and some bits of original illustration for fun. Primarily regarding my thoughts on whether or not I can prove Carmilla might be an angel and Velvette might be her daughter.

- More Art: what it says on the tin, I take a break from writing and gaming to focus on getting more art done a lot faster. I'm already working on several sketches of the girls and my redesign of Zestial but I've got plenty more to do. My versions of Lucifer, Sera, Emily, Sir Pentious, maybe even start working on the Sins. Original characters like Glory and Kitty, possibly some alternate character arts like Charlie and Alastor's demon forms. I still plan to do this all eventually, this option just gets some of it faster.

- Superbia, Invidia, Ira: alternatively, Falling together or some other titles I have decided on. because the idea has been brought up a handful of times in comments and asks, I have put some thoughts towards an alternate version of the story where Lute saves Vaggie instead of betraying her and they get cast to Hell together. I could, in theory, write a one shot on it. At least 15-20k+ words. I will warn you guys that this would be a one shot and while it does have full series potential, I wouldn't touch it again until PEW is over which could take many months, if not longer. So, a one shot that I may or may not return to in the far future, just making sure you understand the expectations.

So yeah, vote below.

[just-jae]

Hazbin Hotel 7-8 (Spoil McNoil)

Hazbin Hotel is indeed not an action show.

But at least they tried to have some action.

Should they have tried tho?

(I'm gonna start out ripping, but, I don't hate this show, it's actually pretty funny that does some things super well but then just bumble fucks other big moments)

I mean, here's the thing, they're great at street fights, apparently. Vaggie vs Lute was pretty brutal, I felt like I was watching two bird tear eachother apart. Like a scene out of Gardians of Ga'Hoole.

But the ninja anime fantasy, martial arts type stuff was pretty weak, and didn't really track as something the characters would utilize. Like, Alastor is a cannibalistic voodoo serial killer from 1930's New Orleans. And twice before we've seen Alastor grow and contort to intimidate, kill, etc. But he doesn't do any of that against Adam except for that one aesthetic moment. Instead it's got generic "Tentril powers, GO!" vibes. Husker and Charlie also have this problem. Why is an American Gambler using cards like ninja stars? He can fly dude-- or, can he?

Can Husker fly?

And Charlie- like, she has a sheild, but she can only really use it to protect herself :/ Like, girl, just go inside.

Lucy beating the shit out of Adam was cut so short, Like, 2 secs and 4 punches b4 Charlie goes "DAD STOP ITS TOO MUCH"-- no, let Lucy COOK; I think it would have actually been an interesting point to make on how the reason Lucifer gives for discouraging the Hotel is sinner's being "The Worst", yet here he is clearly having a fit of violence (an understandable one but, Charlie, who's never even been to heaven except for a bs court hearing, has to remind a high-ranking angel to have mercy.) Charlie, razz and Dazz transforming didn't really do anything-- it actually felt more like a game of thrones reference, which would be fine if Razz or Dazz DID anything except die. They also didn't explain Carmilla's motive for helping them well. Like, neat entrance, but the build ups to the pay offs didn't exist :,O

And the voice acting: These guys are great singers, but the noises they make when they get hit, their mid-battle dialogue, is so corny and tonally off for certain characters. Like, Alastor and Charlie's yells in particular are- pardon my accent but cringe af.

Charlie in particular has so many anti-climatic moments. If they meant for her to not be particularly good at fighting, maybe establish that and not have all these super dramatic badass magical girl moments that just lead to her getting dunked on. It was so anticlimactic jeezuz christ.

And really it's more about picking a tone, the anti climactic moments could have been funny if they framed it as a funny moment or a joke, but it's framed seriously so it's read seriously.

But, who doesn't bumble fuck around how to end something though. I've read some juicy, golden touch stories that really freaked out on the gas and steering at the end. So, this isn't anything uncommon, especially for relatively new creators.

They have flaws, who doesn't. I loved so much about this show even when my first impression going in was just cringing at it not being what I expected. This is a critique of love, guys, I genuine wish the best for this show, bc it's apparent that when Viv has the freedom and breathing room she needs to plan and pace, she can cook up a good ass goddamned meal (See: Helluva Boss, Season one). This was them crunching and smushing a ton of story and moments into too-few episodes, which, looking back could have been done better, but its easy to see how something can be better once it's done and out in the world. (See: literally any amature artist 2 seconds after posting their work)

The season finale ended with so many good set ups tho! :D

Lilith vacaying in heaven, having made a deal with Adam.

Alastor becoming desperate for a way out, having made deals with Vaggie and Charlie-- And far more explicitly there against his will. Also--is a future antagonist?

Yes PLEASE. I love that they showed Al loosing his shit through his eyes even with the smile he's always wearing. And they built this up before hand having him talk previously about wearing a smile, basically as a mask.

PENTIOUS

YOU REDEEMED FU-

(I was actually cringing at Pentious the entire time inep 8, I'm sorry but he's so hard to take seriously-- even his "death" was funny as hell. I love him but its like how someone loves a clumsy puppy that destroys your house without neither malice nor remorse)

Also: The exorcists switching leaders- I am wondering how things are gonna change with them, especially given how much more sadistic and violent Lute is. Like, Adam just liked laughing at sinners. He saw them as insults to his existance, his mini-me hates and seems like she just enjoys violence and malice, using ego and "they deserve it" narratives as an excuse to indulge in acts that ordinarily would lan someone in hell.

Overall-- Not the best season finale I've ever seen, execution-wise through these 8 episodes (like, Vaggie got her wings learning to fight for love, but she's been doing nothing but supporting and protecting Charlie this whole time. There was no hint that she was bitter or wanted revenge). They definitely needed to pace and build things better but there's so much to love. Like, Seeing Alastor in his element with Rosie and Nifty was so fun, even if they were small moments (his laugh is so stiff tho, c'mon Al.)

The finale did a good job setting up the future, but I don't have much more to say than that. Hopefully, now that they know they're getting a second season, they'll just, breathe on this one a bit more ya?

I'm glad I watched it, I cried, I laughed, I cringed, I yelled at Pentious for subjecting me to second hand embarrassment. It's great :,D

Also- I hope he doesn't read this and takes it the wrong way, but Vox reminds me of my brother-- Especially with the scenes where he's watching the battle :,D