#he almost forgot to water his rhubarb

[gomzdrawfr]

Importance

[anyoneseenadam]

hello! may i request some azriel fluff 🥺 like mornings with him/ cuddling in bed, im in dire need of cute azzy fics. also i love 'home' it's actually the story that got me into reading acotar content!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: pure fluff with a smidge of angst if you squint, mentions of blood/scars (very brief) but mainly just fluffy lovliness

a/n: okay so I kinda expanded on this a bit but it does have cuddling in a bed and mornings so I hope you like it! I’m always down for our boy getting some much needed love! 

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It had been almost a month since you had seen Azriel. He was away on a mission for Rhys, always willing to follow his brothers orders even when your lip had wobbled at the sound of a month alone when he was in foreign territory undertaking dangerous tasks. A part of you felt guilty as he left, a pained expression on his face as he left you standing in the doorway, waving him off. You knew his job was hard and that he didn’t enjoy being away from you anymore than you did, but you couldn’t help but worry, especially after the missions where he came home with new scars and the darkness that you were working hard to rid him off returning to his eyes.

Tonight you were sat on your sofa, feet curled and a mug of steaming tea next to you as you flicked through a book. You had been reading the same paragraph for at least twenty minutes, the words not processing as your body reacted to the missing weight that would usually be curled against your side by this time of evening. Your gaze flittered over your home; perfectly clean as you had sought things to do while your heart was in another country, bookshelves lining the walls and paintings adorning any clear space on the walls. You closed your book, well worn as in your life you had read it many, many times. The pages had yellowed, and the spine was bent, yet the smell had remained and now as you read through it you could catch the notes Azriel had pencilled in when he had read it to please you. When you went to re-open it, unable to sit still, you smiled as it opened automatically on the most worn page, a quote circled and Azriel’s neat handwriting in the footnote, you traced your finger along the words, reading them with a soft smile.

              “No. No one likes being alone. But

              I’ve learned to live with it.” – now

              I have you I don’t believe I could

              ever be alone again. You could leave              

              me; steal my money, my heart, break

              me down and I would still come

              crawling back to you. You hold my heart

              now, please be gentle.

You felt tears sting your eyes as you read his words, the page already had tear stains from when you first saw the words, but now in the cold of your lonely house they sank in deeper. However, before you could wallow in your self-pity anymore, you heard the door push open quietly and quiet feet pad in, the tell-tale signs of someone who presumed you would be asleep, albeit it was nearing 1am. You quickly put your book down, standing and practically running to the door, grinning widely as you saw Azriel there, tugging off his boots with one hand braced against the wall. He looked up when he heard you and offered you a weak grin.

“You should be sleeping baby,” he smiled at you as you barrelled towards him, jumping into his arms.

“I can’t sleep alone anymore,” you muttered into his shoulder and he shook with a silent laugh, tightening his grip around your waist. You stayed in that position for a few minutes more before you slipped down, grabbing his hand, and tracing a thumb over the dark circles that surrounded his eyes, next to the dirt and dried blood that was drying and cracking in his hairline. “C’mon you stink.” You giggled leading him to the bathroom and turning the tap to fill the bath with warm water, sprinkling in salts that you swore would help, much to his manly grumbling. You turned and found him leaning on the door, eyes watching you carefully, taking you in as you moved to him and started helping him out of his clothes, tugging at the leather until it came down displaying his glorious body to you. Once he was naked you pushed him gently in the direction of the bath and he furrowed his eyebrows and made grabby hands when he realised you weren’t joining him, you just laughed and kissed him gently, promising to return soon as he began washing.

You moved to the living room first, grabbing your mug and taking a tentative sip, smiling when you found it at a drinkable temperature. Then you moved to your shared room, fluffing the duvet and pillows, and changing into one of his old shirts, then grabbing him some loose sweats and walking back to your bathroom, arms stacked. He was leaning his head against the edge of the bath when you re-entered and cracked open his eyes, smiling lazily at you through hooded eyes. You moved to sit beside him at the edge of the bath, taking a washcloth and gently wiping his face clean, before rinsing it off and moving it down his neck and chest, following with soft kisses pressed into his clean skin as he all but purred in delight.

When you finished you leaned your head on his arm, your sleepless nights without him catching up on you as you sipped your tea, breathing in the relaxing smell. You felt Azriel’s gaze on you and turned your head up to face him, he leaned down and pressed a longer kiss onto your lips, the two of you simply revelling in the taste of one another, lips and tongues languidly moving in tandem. When you pulled away he quickly washed his hair as you finished your tea, before standing and wrapping himself in a towel around the waist and draining the pink-tinted water, pulling faces at you in the mirror as you brushed your teeth in silence. Finally you fell into bed together, exhaustion creeping up on you as he wrapped you in his arms, kissing your head and holding you impossibly tight. ‘I love you’ whispered into the dark of the room as shadows settled around you.

When you woke, your legs were tangled in Azriel’s and you felt like a weight was lifted off you. You forgot the effect Azriel had on you when it came to sleep, he had a way of lulling you into a deep sleep that woke you up feeling better than ever and fully rested. You craned your head up to see Azriel still asleep, his face more restful than you remembered, the furrow between his brow smoothed and you couldn’t resist tracing it with your thumb as you admired him.

“Watching me sleep again?” You almost jumped at his gruff morning voice, but just huffed a laugh.

“Someone has to witness this beauty and I’m not big on sharing so…” You trailed off and he cracked an eye open, gaze filled with love. You leaned up and kissed him, neither of you caring about morning breath as you finally spent much needed time together again.

“I need to go see Rhys today, let him in on everything.” He whispered when you pulled away, resting you head on his chest.

“Not quite yet though,” you muttered.

“No, not quite yet.”

You woke for a second time a couple hours later as Azriel returned from the bathroom, slinging an arm over your waist, and pressing his chest to your back as he burrowed himself back under the covers and into the safe haven the two of you had created. He started leaving soft kisses down from under your ear and along your neck, moving over you shoulder with a soft hum as you drew patterns on his arms, clutching his hands in yours as you pressed them into your chest, against your heart.

You opened your eyes to look around the room and saw Azriel had opened your curtains, the light muted due to the fact there was snow falling outside, muffling all sounds except the ones created in your home, the soft whispers of Azriel’s kisses and your gentle breaths. You watched as a robin landed on a branch outside your windowsill, a small twig clutched in its beak. Such a small twig would go on to create a home for this bird, alike the small romance that had bloomed your and Azriel’s deep, unending love, turning the cold house you had been in the night before into the warm home you were in now.

“We should do some baking today,” you whispered to him, “maybe gingerbread.”

“Apple pie,” he muttered, his face buried in your neck.

“Isn’t that a bit on the nose?”

“I love apple pie,”

“What about Rhubarb crumble and homemade custard?” you asked, stifling a laugh at the pout you could practically hear from Azriel.

“Mmm you’re a genius.” He whispered, pressing a longer kiss into the crook of your neck.

“I know it’s a curse.”

“Not just yet though,” he repeated your words from earlier and you smiled.

“No, not just yet.”

[jackedspicer]

my worst mistake ever was giving shnitzel a crush on rhubarb because once i started shipping them i was toast

under the readmore are silly tidbits and scenarios taken straight from some of my instagram stories. it’s a bit of fun

“canon” stuff

September 27:

“lordy there are some bits and pieces about rhu and shnitzel i havent talked about yet...

for one thing. i draw them together a disproportionate amount bc in my brain they dont have THAT much screentime. itd be a sorta thing where rhubarb is in whichever episode for reasons and if shnitzel happens to be in the same room then we see the gag where he gets all stiff and DUMB [id previously talked about how he had a crush on her so bad that he locks up and gets real stupid. think of mr gar from ok ko. it’s like That.]

except there’s one episode where it’s brought to the table called Shnitzel’s Crush or some corny shit and it’s 11 minutes of the other characters mercilessly embarrassing him

also he literally never says a word about it to her. the whole time. hes silent. he just likes to give her a hand and help her with errands here and there. like carrying the heavy stuff for her stand n whatnot. she thinks hes this big sweet fella so she gives him presents sometimes

and we know hes supposed to be this big stoic guy but we already know hes a SOFTIE so you can obviously see him being secretly sweet on this nice mom lady”

November 16

“i keep thinking about a Funny Moment where mung calls rhubarb over to the catering company because shes ‘just GOT to see something’

the camera is on shnitzel who is just mopping when the door swings open and the bell rings

rhubarb walks past and says hi to him real quick and a couple beats after shes gone he just

shatters like glass

and then it just cuts to whats happening”

-

“i feel like i need to go into detail about the glass shattering

he maintains a straight face the whole time.. completely unremarkable

and after a few moments, in a fraction of a second his whole personhood CRACKS across with a glass shattering sound effect.. pieces dont fall or anything, it would be as if a window cracked all over because of something loud

his face doesnt even change hes just there all fucked up until the next shot”

-

“more than anything i am about gags where he cant function around her... over time they just get more nonsensical and painful.. i already said the shattering one but i also have one where a boulder just drops from under his apron and cracks the ground like he shat himself

the comedy of his suffering is integral to the experience”

October 5

“shnitzel will do all kinds of stupid shit just because rhubarb asked him to. there is literally no limit he just bites his tongue and does it all cause he’s not disappointing her. it’s all harmless stuff but if anybody else asked he’d be like... No

like as for the beach episode thing i posted, she asks him to bring water buckets for their sand castles, and even though part of him just kind of wants to just do the sand castle, he buckles down and brings those damn buckets! and he cant work up the NERVE to sit next to her and build a sand castle anyway so he accepts it. also chowder is there and there are too many things that could go wrong. this is his life”

November 16

“i want you to know tht rhubarb drives shnitzel to work so he doesn’t have to take the bus [this becoming routine would actually be later on but the following bit is what’s in the visible window of canon]

so the first time she gives him a ride is when he agrees to help her carry some heavy stuff for her business

and he goes up to this kind of oldish snail car and shes like ‘ahh sorry about all the bluenanas.. theyre for a bluenana bread i havent baked yet you can just put those in the back seat’ because the car is literally full of bluenanas

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and it’s this really awkward drive because there are bluenanas EVERYWHERE and the stack of things hes holding is blocking his vision and hes almost dead silent all while shes making momversation

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i forgot to mention that was AFTER theyd stopped at her house to get the things

she baked him cinnamini rolls as a thank you but she didnt know he was allergic so he sneezes so hard her roof caves in so they have to call his cousin beef stroganoff [a chowder oc i made ironically] and his son banzo [short for garbanzo] over to fix it [this was a reference to a post on here about a landlord’s son bonzo coming over to fix op’s roof with a blowtorch].. he ends up taking the cinnamini rolls as payment

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well okay it’s not the first sneeze that caves the roof in, first he sneezes and shes like ‘oh no! im so sorry let me get you a tissue!!!’ n when she comes back theres MORE snot so she leaves again and comes back with a BATH TOWEL and THEN he caves the roof in”

November 5

[i was talking about how rhubarb’s dream was to have her own bakery before i led up to this bit]

“and in the scenario that takes place 20 years in the future, theyre married as id said before, except mung daal is telling chowder ‘because you never grew up, shnitzel got fed up and left the catering company!’

and then we see him happily married and co-running a bakery with rhubarb. as if that’s a bad thing

‘you fucked up, chowder. you ruined a perfectly good shnitzel is what you did. look at him. he’s got dignity.”

November 9

[this next bit can be attached to the previous thing i said. it’s an ongoing Thing but it’s only seen when theyre like obviously married onscreen]

whenever rhubarb calls shnitzel by a little cutesy nickname he gets all bashful.. he cant take it bro

this burly 7 foot man gets called ‘pumpkin pie’ and absolutely melts”

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*this was all the stuff i had so far on various stories that take place “onscreen” since i figured i’d get caught up and start posting all the junk i had lying around. i have other tidbits too that take place between the sorta goofy window of canon and the 20-year timeskip, which i might get into on another post. thanks for reading xoxo i love u

[themadamelibrarian]

Show My Broken Heart - Part 6 of Loving Heart

Written by: @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​ & @themadamelibrarian Rating: Explicit Relationships: Gabriel/Lucifer/Sam Winchester, background Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Gabriel, Lucifer, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, wing!kink, Wing Fucking, fucking between someone's thighs, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Bottom!Lucifer, Top!Sam, top!Gabriel, brothers being brothers, Scared!Lucifer Summary: Lucifer loves Sam, but is afraid to scene with him again. Can Gabriel help out?

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Lucifer felt better about what had happened the day he wore the panties day by day as the bruises faded and Sam turned into the most doting boyfriend that he could ask for.

He ended up in little space for about three hours one day and that was enough to set his body to rights and make him feel like all was normal.

However, all was not normal.

Lucifer wanted to scene with Sam again, almost needed to, but every time it got close to that, Lucifer panicked slightly, was wary, and Sam would back off, recognizing that Lucifer wasn’t offering his consent.

As a result, he was frightened to actually scene and he became moody and snippy. “Bratty” one might call his behavior but he was upset that he couldn’t just let go and have Sam take care of him. And because he’s a proud, stubborn piece of archangel ass, he didn’t talk to either of his lovers about what was running through his head.

Sam had noticed the change in Lucifer, everyone in the bunker had. To the point that Dean questioned Sam on their drive back from the last hunt. At first, Sam kept telling his brother that everything was fine and to not worry about it. Dean accepted the answers until about the fourth hour of the drive when he received a call from Cas, expressing his concern over Lucifer’s behavior. Dean had calmly pulled the car over and glared at Sam.

“Spill. What is going on?” Dean asked in that demanding tone he affected when he thought he was owed answers.

“Nothing is going on that I can’t handle.” Sam kept his eyes locked on his tablet screen.

Dean narrowed his eyes at the taller hunter. “Then, why did Lucifer nearly bite Cas’ head off about laundry?”

Sam looked up with eyes round with surprise. “He did what?”

“Exactly. Lucifer never does that to Cas. Now, tell me or my next call is to Gabriel.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and got comfortable in the corner of the seat by the driver’s door.

Sighing Sam gave him a sanitized version of what had happened that weekend where he’d used a belt on Lucifer and how it got out of hand. When he was done, Dean simply rolled his eyes and turned the car back on. “Well, you had better fix it, Sammy. Whatever is broken because I’m not going to live in a Batcave with a disgruntled archangel.”

That had been the end of the conversation and what led Sam to stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Lucifer do dishes. Tired of being a silent observer, Sam came in and wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist. “Hey, beautiful. Want to take a break?”

Lucifer shook his head. “I got it,” he said quietly, turning his head and kissing Sam’s cheek. “You know I like trying to keep busy.”

“I do.” Sam stepped away from him to lean against the counter beside the sink, with both hands braced behind him. “Luc’, you know I love you, right?”

Lucifer nodded, looking at Sam as he rinsed off a plate. “I do,” he said. “And you know I return the sentiment.”

Sam drummed his fingers on the counter in thought. “And you’d tell me if something was bothering you?”

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah, of course. What’s this about?”

“Well, I’ve noticed that you’ve been short with everyone lately and I was just wondering if something wrong?” Sam asked as he tilted his head to try and see Lucifer’s expressions.

Lucifer shrugged. “Nothing,” he said, the tone in his voice quietly asking Sam to drop it.

“Nothing doesn’t have you snapping at your baby brother because he forgot the softener.” Sam looked down at the tile floor and kicked at a small scuff mark left by Dean’s boots. “Or nearly yelling at Dean for changing the channel on the TV.”

Lucifer shrugged. “I rolled out of the wrong side of bed those days. Shoot me.” His voice was getting low and dangerous.

“Someone just might if you keep it up,” Sam said as he recognized the tone. It was the same he’d heard from Lucifer and his brother before. The ‘I’m not going to talk about it even under threat of death’ tone. He pushed away from the counter and kissed the angel’s cheek. “I love you but you’re going to have to deal with whatever is bothering you. It’s starting to affect everyone around you.” Sam backed out of the kitchen as determined to find out what was wrong but he’d have to be patient and let the angel come to him. Sam wondered as he went to his own room just how patient he’d have to be.

Lucifer sighed and turned back to his dirty dishes, feeling guilty about not telling Sam what was going on but figured it was for the better. It was his own issue, after all, and he’s an all-powerful archangel. He’ll make himself scene if he has to. And then he’ll go under and resurface and it’ll be okay.

Gabriel came bounding into the kitchen just as Lucifer was finishing up the dishes and gives him a smacking kiss on the cheek. “Heya, Sexy. Which sounds better? Blackberry cobbler or Ambrosia salad.”

“Neither, not when rhubarb pie exists.” Lucifer chuckled, kissing his brother’s cheek back as he dried his hands. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m planning what to make this weekend and I wanted input. You’re the first rhubarb I’ve gotten.” Gabriel wrinkled his nose at the thought of the tart stalks that went into the pie Lucifer suggested.

“Probably the only.” Lucifer chuckled, rumpling his brother’s hair.

“That’s because it’s like celery had an evil twin.” Gabriel hopped up on the counter and thumbed his heels on the cabinet. “Speaking of sour.” He let the sentence drop as he looked meaningfully at Lucifer.

“Are you about to refer to my current behavior, because if you are, there’s nothing to talk about,” Lucifer said as he began wiping down the counters on the other side of the sink.

“Don’t try to bullshit me, Heylel. I know you far better than our Sammy, Cassie, or Dean.” Gabriel raised his eyebrow. “Want to try again? But this time with feeling.”

“Don’t push me, Gabriel,” Lucifer warned.

“Or what, Lucifer?” Gabriel challenged as he leaned forward with a smirk. “Going to yell at me too? Will my and Sam’s immunity from your bad attitude finally expire?”

“Do not tempt a tempter, Gabriel,” Lucifer hissed. “That’s the worst thing you can do.”

“Want to know what I think?” The Trickster asked as he jumped down from the counter. “You’re pissed about what happened with Sam. But the sad part is you won’t let yourself be properly pissed off so you redirect it to everyone else.”

“What is there to be ‘pissed’ about, Gabriel?” The Devil retorted. “It happened. It’s done, it’s over. Amends have been made. Why bring up the spilled milk when it got cleaned up?”

“Because.” Gabriel stepped into Lucifer’s personal space and leaned in to whisper. “You haven’t let him touch you ever since.” He took a step back and kept his voice low. “Not the way you used to and you know it and it’s driving you nuts.”

“I’ve allowed him to touch me plenty of times since.” Lucifer defended himself in a harsh whisper. “Perhaps all those lollipops are going to your brain and making you see shit.”

“I’m not talking about that vanilla flavored pudding you’re calling sex these days,” Gabriel said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m talking the full-on sundae with lollipops shoved up your ass while you beg for more kind of sex. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that The Morningstar, Prince of Heaven, Fourth Pillar of HIS Throne isn’t afraid of the man you say you love and pissed as hellhounds swimming in holy water about it. Say that and I’ll walk out of this room and never talk about it again.”

Lucifer went to say it, went to say that he isn’t afraid of Sam. That he isn’t pissed about being afraid, but then shut his mouth and turned away from his brother in shame. He couldn’t lie to Gabriel. Ever. “Shut up,” was his weak reply, his voice bordering on tears

Turning his face towards the ceiling Gabriel silently thanked his Father for Lucifer finally opening up. He wrapped his arms around Lucifer from behind to hold him close. “It’s okay, Heylel. I promised we’d get passed this together and I’m not going to give up on that, but we have to talk to Sam. Tell him what’s going on in that head of yours. Otherwise, we might as well pack our bags and go back to Heaven, because with you being like this it will drive him away if he doesn’t understand.”

“I can’t,” Lucifer whispered. “I can’t, can’t you see that? It’d tear him down faster than anything. And he already feels so bad about what happened. No, I’ll just... I’ll just deal with it and force myself to make everything okay. Fake it until you make it.”

Gabriel cursed in a few dead languages as he dropped his forehead to Lucifer’s shoulder. “And how will it make Sam feel, make me feel to know you don’t enjoy it. If you think he can’t tell the difference, then you don’t know our Sam very well at all.”

“I’ll enjoy it,” Lucifer murmured. “But this is my problem. Not yours; not Sam’s. It’s mine, and... I’ll... I’ll deal with it.” He bit his lower lip to try to keep his tears in.

“Not when it comes to this. This involves all three of us.” Gabriel said softly as he turned his brother around to face him. “Do you remember what Sam thought that night when you freaked out and pushed him away? Do you want to run the risk of that happening again?”

Lucifer looked at Gabriel with tears in his eyes. “You don’t get it, do you?” He asked. “I asked for that. Hell, I enjoyed it. And if I could’ve, I would’ve begged for more. In fact, I distinctly remember begging for more. I pushed him- and you- away because I dropped and even though I knew you guys would take care of me, I can’t stand letting you two seeing me cry, alright? Nothing was wrong until orgasm hit.”

“I get it, Heylel. But you have to talk to us. For this to work, you can’t bottle it up and pray that it’ll go away by sheer force of will.” Gabriel cupped Lucifer’s cheeks and searched his eyes for an inkling of any of this sinking in. “And you can cry with me. I’m not going to scold you for it. Neither will Sam. You don’t have to be a pillar of strength with us.”

“I know,” Lucifer whispered. “I know I don’t have to but it’s hard. I can’t... I can’t leave myself so vulnerable. It just... It just doesn’t work like that with me.” A few tears slid down his face. “Especially not with you two. I named myself the protector of our trio for a reason. For several. And it’s... I just can’t. And it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that... I can’t.”

“But who protects the protector.” Gabriel whispered before pulling Lucifer into an embrace, his lips resting against his ear as he continued. “Do you trust me, Morningstar?”

“Yes.” Lucifer whispered. “Always, Messenger.”

“Let me protect you for once. Let me be your voice in this.” Gabriel pleaded.

Lucifer drew in a shuddering breath before slowly nodding. “Okay,” he whispered, letting all the tension from the past couple of weeks drain out of him as he slumped in his brother’s arms.

Gabriel stood there, simply holding him for several minutes before he pulled back. “Ready to go talk to our gentle Moose?”

Lucifer sniffled and nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Well. Not really. But I gotta.”

“It’ll be okay,” Gabriel said as he brushed his brother’s tears away. “He loves us and wants us happy. Just keep telling yourself that.” He took Lucifer’s hand and led him from the kitchen.

Lucifer followed his brother, repeating Gabriel’s words in his mind like a mantra. “It’s... it’s been a long time since I was called a Prince of Heaven.” he mumbled.

“You may not lead the host’s armies like before but it doesn’t change who you are.” Gabriel said as he stopped outside of Sam’s bedroom and knocked.

Lucifer nodded and felt his anxiety spike as Gabriel knocked. “Think he’ll. . . he’ll be okay?” He asked in their native tongue.

Gabriel looked at Lucifer and nodded. Sam opened the door just then, a fine sheen of sweat covering his torso as he panted for breath. “Gabriel, Lucifer...what’s up?”

“We need to talk to you. Are we interrupting?” Gabriel asked as his eyes roamed over the hunter’s frame appreciatively. Sam shook his head and held his door open. “I was just working out in here since it was raining outside.”

Lucifer smiled almost shyly at Sam, also looking him over in appreciation as he made himself as small as possible.

Gabriel guided Lucifer inside and sat on the edge of Sam’s bed, patting his knee in an invitation to his brother to sit. Lucifer took the invitation and nuzzled into his brother.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Sam asked as he shut his door.

“Us,” Gabriel said simply. “Specifically you and Lucifer.”

“Oh.” Sam grabbed his desk chair and placed it in front of Gabriel. “Is this where you tell me that you’re leaving?”

Lucifer glared at Sam and narrowed his eyes, but bit his tongue so he didn’t hurt Sam with his words and he looked at Gabriel, his expression saying do you see what I mean?

With a cluck of his tongue and roll of his eyes, Gabriel gave Sam’s chair leg a kick to get his attention. “Oh would you get over yourself for two minutes and stop with the patented Winchester self-loathing bullshit? I swear, between you and Dean…No, we didn’t come here to break up with you. We didn’t come here to give you ultimatums. We’re not teenage girls. So stop acting like one.” Gabriel huffed at the end and glared at the hunter.  

Lucifer nuzzled into Gabriel’s shoulder while Sam looked properly mollified by Gabriel’s words.

“Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s talk about Heylel.” Gabriel began. “To put it in a very tight nutshell, he wants what we once had but doesn’t know if he can. What happened at the cabin left a lasting impression that we’re going to have to overcome. In short, I think he’s afraid of what you’re capable of and needs to be shown that you have control of yourself.”

Sam looked at Lucifer in disbelief. “You’re afraid of me? But we’ve been together since then. Why didn’t you say something?”

Lucifer winced and gave a whimper, tears filling his eyes. “Don’ wanna b’af’aid of you,” he mumbled. “An’ it’s my pro’lem.”

Gabriel reached up and smoothed a hand over Lucifer’s hair. “Stay with me, Heylel.” He murmured before turning back to Sam. “So, here’s the pickle. We have to be able to show him that you are still our gentle giant.”

“How?” Sam asked.

“Simple. You and I are going to scene while he watches. If he wants to join he can.” Gabriel explained. “And you're going to do it properly.”

Lucifer frowned and he nudged his brother’s shoulder. “What do you think he’s been doing the entire time since then?” He asked in Enochian. “I know he’ll be fine with you. It’s me that I’m worried about, you ditz.”

Gabriel rolled his head to look at Lucifer. “You explain what you need to him.” He said in plain English.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and looked at Sam, keeping himself plastered to Gabriel’s side. “I want to scene with you,” he explained softly, quietly. “But I also want Gabe to be on top as well. With you. Like you. I need him to almost direct you so I can relax.”

“So, you need him to be my top?” Sam thought about that for a moment, then nodded. “I can do that.” Sam looked to Gabriel with a tilt of his head with a touch of uncertainty. “What about you? Are you up for that?”

“Sam, I may like bottoming but that doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” Gabriel took Sam’s hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “But this time, I’m going to insist that we have a safeword. We haven’t needed them before, however, with what’s happened I think we’d all feel more secure knowing there was an out if anyone felt uncomfortable.”

Lucifer frowned at the mention of safewords. “ Gabe, Sam has been backing off based on nonverbal cues for the past couple of weeks. I know if I say no and stop you both will.”

“You need to feel safe again and I need to know there is a ridiculous word that we can say that will stop all of this. Just for today.” Gabriel said as he kissed his brother on the end of the nose. “Okay?”

Lucifer sighed and nodded. “Fine. Cage.”

Gabriel nodded with a smile and turned to Sam. “That works for me. What about you, Samshine?”

“Funky Town,” Sam said as he ran his fingers through his hair, his gaze shifted between them. “Are we wanting to do this now or…”

Lucifer nodded. “Please.” He said, looking at his lovers.

“Alrighty then. First things first.” Gabriel said as he sat back and patted his thigh. “Luci, you take a seat here and face Sam. Sam, you are going to kiss him like it’s the first time.”

Lucifer situated himself on Gabriel’s lap and faced Sam, biting his lower lip almost shyly.

Sam shifted forward in his chair until he was leaning forward, his hand reaching up to lightly trace the line of Lucifer’s jaw. “Can I kiss you, Luc’?” He asked even though his heart was jack rabbiting in his chest with uncertainty and regret that his actions had led to this, but he wanted to make it right again. To know that Lucifer didn’t fear his touch or affections in whatever form it came.

Lucifer nodded and smiled.

The hunter pressed his lips sweetly against Lucifer’s, his finger curling under the angel’s chin as he tried to convey through the simple contact how much he cared for him.

Meanwhile, Gabriel rested his chin on his brother’s shoulder, watching the two of them with a small smile playing across his features.

Lucifer sighed sweetly, tilting his head as he relaxed into the kiss.

“That’s good,” Gabriel whispered. “Isn’t that nice, Heylel? Sam?”

Sam hummed into the kiss as he tilted his head to match Lucifer’s, slotting their mouths together, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipping out to slide against the swell of Lucifer’s bottom lip.

Lucifer gave a soft moan and slowly opening his mouth to let Sam’s tongue in, one hand removing itself from Gabriel’s thigh and cupping the back of Sam’s head.

Sliding his hand up Lucifer’s spine, Gabriel lightly scrapes his nails against the nape of his neck. “Ready for him to do more?” He whispered to Lucifer with his lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “To kiss more than those sweet lips of yours?”

Lucifer shivered and gave a whine of approval.

Gabriel smiled and reached out to run his fingers through Sam’s long hair. “Let him up, Sam, and strip.”

Sam pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, placing a few parting sucks to Lucifer’s lips before standing and taking a few steps back. He unknotted the drawstring of his sweatpants at an agonizingly slow pace, then letting the loosened garment fall off his hips to pool around his feet, revealing that he’d not been wearing underclothes and a cock gradually filling out like molasses flowing in January. Sam looked down at himself and blushed, his hand reaching down to tug at his reluctant member in hopes of making it go up faster. “I guess I’m a bit nervous.”

Lucifer looked at Sam and gave a smile in understanding. He looked up at Gabriel, waiting for his next instructions.

“It’s alright, Sam. There’s no rush.” Gabriel said as he patted Lucifer’s thigh. “Now you, Heylel.”

Lucifer nuzzled into Gabriel before getting up and tugging his Zep shirt over his head, then his black tank top, tossing them to the ground. He then fumbled with his belt, then his jeans, sliding them off his legs in a smooth motion. Last to be taken off was a pair of black silk boxers. His dick was fully hardened.

Gabriel stepped up to Sam and pulled him into a tender kiss while pulling the hunter’s hand away from himself. “Let it happen naturally, Sam,” he whispered. “Focus on Lucifer. His pleasure. His body.” He moved to Sam’s side and caressed along his arm as he admired his brother’s frame. “Show him how much you love his body. How you cherish him.”

Sam nodded as he stepped closer to Lucifer and held out his hand. “Lay down for me?”

Lucifer took his hand and nodded, letting his wings out. Due to not wanting him to touch him, his wings were in complete disarray but he didn’t mind as he laid down on his back, looking up at Sam with love and trust.

Sam carefully laid down beside him and trailed his fingers down Lucifer’s chest, mapping out the subtle dips and contours of the muscles. “I love you, Heylel.” He whispered to him. “And I adore every inch of you.”

Gabriel sat in the chair that Sam had vacated, content to watch and direct as needed.

Lucifer shivered and reached over to trace his own map on Sam’s skin, smiling. “I love you too,” he whispered.

Sam returned the smile as he bent down and placed open-mouthed kisses in the wake of his fingers. Licking at random spots as he went. His path going lower and lower until he was kissing the soft barely-there pudge of Lucifer’s stomach. “I love this spot.” He said as he kissed just below the angel’s navel. “Soft and fuzzy at the same time.”

Lucifer shivered and sighed as relaxed into his touches.

Sam continued this way, careful to avoid directly touching Lucifer’s cock, even when he kissed around his hips.

Gabriel stood from his chair and sat beside Lucifer, his fingers carding through his brother’s hair. “Do you like it, Heylel? Like him touching you softly, like a treasure?”

Lucifer nodded, shivering softly. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“Want more? Maybe both of us touching and kissing your wings?” Gabriel asked as he leaned down and kissed his cheek.

Sam kissed his way back up Lucifer’s chest and looked up when Gabriel mentioned wings. “Can I? I’d like to.”

Lucifer nodded. “Yes, please,” he whispered.

“Then rollover. Show us those flappers of yours.” Gabriel said with a wink as he waved Sam back.

Sam snorted out a laugh as he sat back on his heels. “Flappers, Gabriel, really?”

“Shush.” Gabriel wagged his finger at the human. “If you can have slang for your bits I can have slang for ours.”

Lucifer rolled over and stretched his wings out as he settled down.

Gabriel crawled over Lucifer, hovering over him as he beckoned Sam forward. “You’re doing good, Samshine.” He whispered. “Keep going. Tell him what you want from him. What you’re going to do. Take some control back.”

Sam searched Gabriel’s face for any hint that he wasn’t serious. When the angel kept a sincere expression, Sam dipped forward and stole a kiss. “Thank you, Gabriel.” He said as he pulled away and bent at the waist to kiss the small of Lucifer’s back. “I’m looking forward to this, Lucifer. Your feathers between my fingers while my mouth is wrapped around the base of your wing.” His voice has turned richer as he kissed his way up Lucifer’s spine.

Lucifer shivered and relaxed into the bed, enjoying the soft kisses.

His hands glide up the expanse of Lucifer’s back until his fingers circle the oil glands hidden at the base. “I don’t think I’ve ever just played with your wings before.” Sam mused as he watched Lucifer’s reaction.

“You haven’t,” Gabriel added. He threaded his fingers through Lucifer’s feathers, giving a soft tug. “If you do it right, it’s like a blowjob and sex all rolled into one. Fantastic sensations rippling through the body.”

Lucifer keened and whined into the pillow as his oil glands were rubbed and Gabriel tugged on his feathers.

“Heylel, you remember the first time we were together with Sam. I told you that I wanted to make a mess of your wings?” Gabriel asked with a smirk as he mouthed along the arch of the wing he held.

“Uh-huh.” Lucifer moaned.

“Today is the day.” Gabriel folded over to chase Sam’s fingers with the tip of his tongue around Lucifer’s oil gland.

Lucifer whined and bucked his hips, finding friction on his hard, leaking cock and he kept it up, unable to help himself.

Sam bit back a moan as he watched Lucifer writhe beneath them. “Don’t come, yet Heylel. Wait for it.” He commanded then joined Gabriel in teasing the sensitive swell of flesh with his lips. Gabriel’s tongue flicking between Lucifer’s skin and Sam’s mouth until the hunter moved to the other side to lavish attention to Lucifer’s other wing.

Lucifer whimpered and squirmed arching his back up and into their mouths as he did so.

Sam pulled his mouth away from its task and licked Lucifer’s wing oil from his lips. “It’s kinda sweet...and a bit..salty.” He said in wonder.

Gabriel hummed as he sat back, his hand rubbing over the sensitive spot on Lucifer’s back. “It’s all the candy he eats with me.” Once his hand was thoroughly coated he motioned Sam to come closer to him. “Want to watch you fuck his wings.” Gabriel murmured as he took Sam’s swollen cock in hand, smearing the oil along the shaft.

Sam moaned low in his chest as his head tipped back, his hands clutching at Gabriel’s shoulders while he tried to thrust into his fist.

Gabriel guided him into position and used his free hand to stroke over Lucifer’s wing. “Press your wings together, Heylel. Let Sammy feel them surrounding this beautiful cock of his.”

Lucifer's breath hitched and he whined before doing as Gabriel asked. He folded his wings up and formed an opening for his boyfriend’s cock, shivering in anticipation.

Sam shuddered as Lucifer’s wings closed around him, the main limbs squeezing against his head as the feathers tickled around him. He thrust forward experimentally, dragging the underside of his cock along Lucifer’s back. A tendril of pleasure curled around him, pulling a groan out of him. “Feel’s good..different. But good.”

Lucifer whined and flexed his back and wings, curling them a bit tighter against Sam’s thick cock as oil gushed from his glands.

Gabriel stretched out beside Lucifer and kissed along his neck where he could reach. “You two are so beautiful together.” He murmured as his hand wound around to finger the sensitive spots at the base of Lucifer’s wings.

Sam moaned as he sped up his thrusts. One of his hands braced against the headboard as he fisted his hand in Lucifer’s feathers.

Lucifer gasped and moaned wantonly underneath of Sam, gasping as Gabriel fingered his already highly sensitive wings and Sam thrust into them. He tilted his head out of Gabriel’s way, allowing him more access to his neck and shoulders. His wings fluttered and flexed around Sam and his warm length, encouraging more.

Sam’s movements began to stutter as he panted and clawed down Lucifer’s wings. The angel’s name falling from his lips in a repetitive cycle, almost plaintive in their sound. His cock dragging through the slick feathers until his body seized up with a grunt as he spilled hot and white between Lucifer’s wings. Leaving a mess in the soft down feathers littering his shoulders.

Lucifer whined and whimpered gasping as he felt Sam cum hard in his feathers and he groaned as he relaxed against the mattress with Sam’s name on his lips, hard, and leaking as he began to rut against the mattress.

Gabriel nipped at Lucifer’s earlobe as he watched Sam crawl off his back and flop into the bed beside them. “Luci, want to return the favor and come on Sam?” Gabriel whispered as he trailed a finger through one of the drops of come, smearing it into Lucifer’s skin.

Lucifer whined and nodded, shivering. “Uh-huh.” He shakily made his way to a more upright position, the assault to his feathers overwhelming his senses. Finally, in a position to start stroking, he began jerking himself roughly, squeezing the head.

Sam opened his eyes and smiled up at Lucifer as he stroked a hand up and down the angel’s chest. “Do it, Heylel. I want you to come for me.” He said in a sex rough voice.

Lucifer gasped and shivered, hitting his edge but not spilling over yet.

Taking a kneeling position behind Lucifer, Gabriel ran his tongue through the streaks of Sam’s release caught in Lucifer’s feathers, humming in delight at the combined flavor of his two bedmates. He took a moment to savor the taste before smoothing his palm through the mess and massaging it into the skin. “Mark him, Heylel,” Gabriel said as he slipped a hand around Lucifer’s hip and gently squeezed his balls.

Lucifer whined and lolled his head back as he came all over Sam’s chest with a guttural shout, spasming in Gabriel’s hold.

Sam and Gabriel simultaneously whispered and murmured praises to Lucifer. Gabriel wrapping his hand around his brother’s and helping him work the last of Lucifer’s orgasm from him. Sam also did his part by sitting up and placing gentle kisses along the older angel’s chest.

Lucifer felt the last of his orgasm leave him, and he slumped in Gabriel’s arms, hands coming up to grasp Sam’s biceps needily with a pathetic whine.

Sam pulled him into his chest and kissed his cheek. “I got you, Heylel.”

Gabriel, who’d remained clothed this entire time, finally unfastened his jeans and slipped a hand into his boxers to slowly stroke his aching cock. “You both did well.” He sighed as he gave his own cock a light squeeze.

Sam glanced over Lucifer’s shoulder and grinned. Turning to Lucifer, he kissed the soft spot behind his ear. “Want to help Gabriel? Together?”

Lucifer shivered and nodded. “Uh-huh.” He moaned. He slowly rolled out of Sam’s grip and turned to his brother. With a grace unfounded in most people just having an orgasm, he slid Gabriel’s jeans and boxers off him before laying down and flicking a tongue over Gabriel’s hole.

“Oh..oh..” Gabriel gasped in surprise as he shifted his position to straddle Lucifer’s face.

Sam smirked as he crawled over Lucifer until he was eye level with Gabriel’s cock. Placing a small kiss to the tip, he opened his mouth wide and took as much of Gabriel’s swollen shaft as he could in one go.

Lucifer licked over Gabriel’s hole a couple more times before diving it right into it, groaning as he began eating his brother out with gusto.  

Gabriel cried out as his fingers curled into Sam’s hair, urging him to go faster as he rode Lucifer’s wonderfully wicked tongue. “Not gonna...last.” He panted. His stomach starting to jump and spasm as his end quickly approached.

Lucifer found Gabriel’s prostate and began flicking it with the forks of his tongue, nails gently raking down his brother’s backside.

Sam looked up at Gabriel through thick eyelashes, his tongue swirling around the angel’s cock head. Then took him into his mouth down to the root while his tongue stroked the underside of Gabriel’s cock.

The younger angel’s back bowed backward as his vision went white, his hand clenched tight in Sam’s hair. Cursing out a string of expletives, he thrust a few times into the wet heat of Sam’s mouth before he came undone. His legs shook as he tried to keep himself upright as Sam swallowed every ounce given to him. The human humming around him the entire time.

Lucifer hummed and slowly withdrew his tongue, holding firmly onto his hips and helping him stay upright as Gabriel came.

Sam pulled off the tip of Gabriel’s cock with an obscenely wet sound and looked at him with a bit of lust-driven mischief in his eye. He stood upon his knees and helped Gabriel off of Lucifer, then bent down Lucifer into a kiss that had his tongue shoving past his lips as he fed a small amount of Gabriel’s come.

Lucifer groaned and sucked Gabriel’s cum off of Sam’s tongue, clawing at Sam’s back as he keened and felt himself harden again.

Gabriel laid down beside them and kissed lazily along Lucifer’s chest.

Sam pulled away from the kiss, panting for breath. “You still hard, Heylel?” He asked as he glanced down the angel’s body to the part of his anatomy that seemed very interested in what was happening.

Lucifer whined and nodded. “Uh-huh,” he whimpered, rutting up against Sam’s stomach.

“Want to try something different?” Sam asked as he pressed a kiss to Lucifer’s lips and trailed them down his neck.

Lucifer whined and arched up into his mouth, baring his throat almost lazily. “Wha?” He murmured.

“Ever gotten off between someone’s thighs?” Sam asked as he scraped his teeth along Lucifer’s jugular.

Lucifer shook his head and shivered.

“Want to try?” Sam slid his nose along the underside of his chin. “If you don’t like it then I and Gabriel can blow you.”

Lucifer moaned and nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam sat up and shifted around to grab the bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer. Opening the bottle he drizzles some on the head of Lucifer’s cock. He gave the angel a shy smile and glanced at Gabriel. “I..I haven’t been in this position in a while, so it might be a little awkward.” With that simple explanation and a quick kiss, he lays down and turns over so his back is presented to Lucifer, his ass angled out slightly from his body.

“Sweet Mother of Father’s Human Child.” Lucifer breathed, sliding up behind Sam and placing soft kisses along his spine, soothing his human.

Gabriel watched with wide eyes as the two of them changed position. “Are you sure, Sam?”

“I’m sure,” Sam said as he reached between his thighs and guided Lucifer so his cock was pressed against the underside of his balls. Crossing his ankles, Sam clenched his thighs shut, the tensed muscles applying pressure and heat around Lucifer’s hardened shaft. Sam turned his head to try and catch sight of Lucifer, his face turning a bit pink as he spoke. “Fuck me?”

Lucifer whined and began slowly thrusting into Sam’s thighs, gasping at the friction. “ Fuck! ” he swore, dropping his head.

“Son of a bitch,” Gabriel swore along with his brother as he grabbed his phone from his discarded jeans laying on the floor. With a few clicks, he moved around the room until he had a perfect view of the two of them writhing against each other.

Sam twisted his arm around so he could grip Lucifer’s hip, holding him in place and urging him on. “That’s it, Heylel.” He whispered. “Want to feel you sliding against me. Thrusting against me until you can’t hold it anymore.”

Lucifer swore, rolling Sam onto his stomach and began moving faster, fucking into Sam hard and scraping his teeth along the back of his neck. “You feel so good.” he groaned.

“So do you,” Sam said as he closed his eyes and rolled his thighs together, pressing a bit harder, the head of Lucifer’s cock pressing repeatedly against his perineum. “Feels good to have you pressed against me like this.

Lucifer groaned and kept going, nipping along Sam’s shoulder. “So good, I don��t know how much longer I can last.”

“Come for me, Heylel.” Sam murmured as his fingers dug into the angel’s hips. “Let go.”

Lucifer panted and gasped as he fucked into Sam’s thighs, cumming with a shout and spilling all over the back of Sam’s balls and the insides of his strong thighs.

Sam opened his eyes to see Gabriel with his camera pointed at them and blushed, turning his face into the pillow. “Turn it off.” He said plaintively, his voice is muffled by the fabric.

Gabriel looked up from the screen and shook his head. “But you two...that was so damned hot and...I don’t know what. But I want to get a picture of the end result.”

Lucifer groaned and held Sam close to him, turning his head and kissing him sweetly. “Thank you.”

Forgetting Gabriel and his filming for a moment, Sam met Lucifer’s eyes and smiled gently. “You’re welcome.”

Lucifer smiled and nosed along Sam’s jaw comfortingly, remaining between his thighs and letting himself calm down from his high. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Sam whispered as he tilted his head back to give Lucifer as much of his jaw and neck that he wanted.. “Can you tell Gabe to stop making a porno now?”

Lucifer chuckled. “Gabe put the camera away,” he murmured, kissing along Sam’s jaw sweetly. “Our human’s a bit camera shy.” He kissed Sam’s ear. “But I am going to enjoy watching that later, and remembering how you felt underneath of me, urging me, almost wordlessly begging for more,” he whispered filthily. “How good your thighs felt around my cock. Maybe if we do this again, I’ll lick it up. Maybe even lead that up to rimming you. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” Sam hissed as rolled his hips slightly. The thought of all that Lucifer described making him feel warm and a tingle of arousal, but his soft cock merely twitched against his thigh.

Gabriel pouted as he turned off the phone and sat it on the dresser. “Spoilsports. Next time, I’m getting the money shot.” He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Sam’s ankle. “Want to see if we can make it to the shower room without getting dressed or caught by your brother?”

Lucifer chuckled and held Sam close. “After cuddling,” he mumbled, rolling so that they were now on their sides, Lucifer wrapped around Sam protectively.  

Sam wrapped his hand around Lucifer’s that was at his chest and gently rubbed the back of it with his thumb. “Are we good? You and me. I mean..I don’t want you to be scared of me and I’ll do everything I can to fix that.”

“We’re good.” Lucifer murmured, kissing the dip in Sam’s shoulder. “It might be a little bit before we can truly be rough again, but we’re good. I’m okay.” He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment at the rubbing.

“What about you, Gabriel. Still pissed at me?” Sam asked without looking at the younger angel.

“I haven’t been pissed since it happened,” Gabriel said as he laid down in front of Sam and brushed the back of his finger down the hunter’s cheek. “I’m good.”

“I’m sorry that I was bitchy and didn’t talk about it,” Lucifer mumbled, burying his face into Sam’s shoulder. “Was trying to protect you.”

“I guess the important thing is that you finally did,” Sam said as he looked over his shoulder. “But I’m not so fragile that you can’t talk to me when I’ve done something to upset you.”

“I was upset at myself.” Lucifer murmured. “And I didn’t want you to feel bad, I knew you already felt horrible about the situation and didn’t want to make it worse.”

Sam sighed as he relaxed into the pillow. “Can we just promise from now on to not do things like this? I won’t be too rough and you don't bottle things up? One person like that in the bunker is enough.”

“Two if you count Cas,” Gabriel added as he propped himself up on an elbow.

Lucifer nuzzled. “You can be as rough as you want, Sam,” he murmured. “I didn’t have any problem with it, you know. And I’ll try to not bottle things up, but it’ll be difficult.”

“All we can do is try,” Sam said as he wiggled slightly with a grimace. “Can we shower now? My junk is starting to stick to my thighs in an unpleasant way.”

Lucifer groaned. “If we must,” he mumbled. “I just wanna keep holding you.”

“I’ll tell you what. After we get clean, we can come back here and watch a documentary that you two can argue about while cuddling the stuffing out of me.” Sam said as Gabriel started to grin.

“I second that motion.” The younger angel said.

Lucifer smiled. “Sounds good.”

[wolfpawn]

When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 14

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

WARNING None.

Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

Dr Thompson was sitting down, having finished his tea and was contemplating another slice of toast when the door seemed to be hammered almost off the hinges. He checked his pocket watch before rising from the chair. A moment later, a young man rushed in to him. ‘Doctor, please, you need to come to Crimson Peak, Lady Lucille is after having fits, sir.’

Thompson was familiar with the nickname of Allerdale Hall by this stage and knew where the young man was referencing. ‘Very well. Mary, I guess my trip to the next town is cancelled.’ He stated dryly.

‘It would appear so.’ The housekeeper responded. ‘Shall I ready a lunch for you, after all, Doctor?’

‘No, that will not be necessary. Lady Sharpe has a terrible tendency to overfeed those who work at the house, and if she is too concerned for her sister-in-law, I can go to the inn on my return.’ He stated, having heard from more than a few of the men that were doing different jobs for the Baronet at the house that his wife had a tendency to feed them as often as she was permitted a day. He got his pony and trap readied when he realised the young man had cycled to him, he threw the bike in the back and assisted the man on. ‘This way is easier on the legs I find.’ He smiled as he slapped the pony’s reins to get the animal to move.

When they got to Allerdale, the snow around it was red, which made Dr Thompson feel somewhat ill at ease. The workers were still working on the few areas of the building that the Sharpes were trying to fix before the worst of the weather came, they watched as the pleasant demeanoured doctor disembarked the carriage and rushed to the steps, the young man that had been sent to fetch him taking the pony to the stable as he did so. ‘Lady Sharpe.’ He nodded to Charlotte. ‘Tell me everything.’

‘I was making breakfast, Sir Sharpe is in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne at present, and usually, Lucille is an early riser, but she went to you earlier in the week, so I assumed she was poorly, so I left it until half past eight, but I knew past that, something would be wrong. Sure enough, half eight came and I saw nothing of her so I went to check on her and she was having fits on the floor of her room.’ She explained as they walked through the foyer to the elevator, taking it to the appropriate floor. Charlotte noting who could possibly hear them in such an area. She guided Dr Thompson to the right room and he walked in to see a conscious and groaning Lucille, strapped to the bed.

‘Alright, we will need some warm water and a lot of linen, she will not have a lot of body control with this.’ He instructed. ‘I don’t know why you are willing to go through with this Charlotte. Personally, I think we should just get a syringe of air and stab her in the heart with it.’

‘Yes, because a coroner would never find that. No, Edward, this will affect her more and you know it. Killing her does not give Cordelia and the others true justice.’

‘Some would argue it is vigilante justice.’

‘Well, it is all we have.’ Charlotte commented. ‘I will get the water, you, do not kill her.’ She ordered, leaving the room and closing the door over behind her.

Lucille looked between the doctor and the door and moaned pathetically. ‘You know, for the younger of us, she acts as though she is older.’ He stated as he took out his Stethoscope and began checking Lucille’s breathing and heart rate. ‘You are making this more difficult for me, could you not just breathe steadily?’ He growled as he did so.

When Charlotte returned with the water, she placed it down. ‘You could have warned me about the vomiting.’ She commented.

‘I forgot. I am not in the habit of using this drug, it is somewhat of a last resort in the medical community.’

‘Indeed.’ She gave a peeved look as she cleaned the stomach contents from Lucille’s hair. Lucille looked at her questioningly. ‘Those letters in my trunk, the ones you tossed back in with no care for after you read, which I am taking personally, I might add, those are not from Cordelia, but from Edward.’ She pointed to the doctor.

‘You kept my letters, really?’ Edward asked, startled.

‘Yes, I told you before, I cherished our correspondence.’ She smiled fondly before looking at Lucille again. ‘I told you earlier of my father’s attentions to myself and Cordelia, but before us, there were others, including the very beautiful and kind Elizabeth Thompson. She was a daughter of a business associate, and was a little naive, and was caught. My father ran off and married a more suitable woman, and poor Elizabeth, now hated by her family for her shame she brought on them, was forced to raise her son Edward by herself.’ Lucille stared at Edward. ‘So long story short, Edward found us, my father dismissed him, irate his only son was a bastard and his daughters were well, women. But Cordelia and I loved Edward, marriage meant nothing, our brother is our brother, and I spoke to some of the men that my father associated with, including the Hamilton’s and they sponsored Edward to become a doctor.’

‘And for that, sister, I am eternally grateful.’ Edward smiled at his sister.

Their smiles were quite similar, Lucille could understand now why she disliked the doctor’s smile.

‘I know you would have rathered be an architect, but it is a good living.’ She smiled affectionately.

‘It is, and I am happy with it. But it also gave me access to your files.’ He looked at Lucille as he spoke, doing different jobs to her as he did. ‘We were told Cordelia got ill, but we knew that was not true. I had to tell my baby sister our sister was murdered. Then, as a doctor to have to read what you did to your mother, and everything after that….it sickens me to my very core.’ Lucille gave him a hateful look. ‘And the food poisoning with the rhubarb, I am going to remember that.’ He promised. ‘Why did you even eat it?’ He asked Charlotte.

‘I had to sell it.’ She shrugged. ‘I had to make her think she was smarter than me.’

‘So you willingly ate, what to your body, is poison. That was foolish.’ He admonished. ‘An allergy is an allergy, Charlotte.’

‘Alright, I swear never to eat it again. It ruined a good stew.’

‘Nasty stuff, Mother thought me being dramatic when I got ill after it.’ He paused for a moment. ‘Why did you not warn me about what they did to your back?’

‘I did.’

‘No, Charlotte, not the extent. I actually was ill thinking about it.’ He took her hand in his. ‘I cannot get it from my mind.’

‘Do not think of it, it does no one well to think these things.’ She squeezed his gently. ‘I forgot to ask, are you missing some paper?’

‘Yes, two sheets were taken by her.’ He glared at Lucille. ‘When she came, why?’

‘It would appear that Mr Longley is willing to sign over my estate to Thomas on receipt of a letter confirming me with child from my doctor.’ She walked over to Edward and showed him his own headed paper.

‘She has some of the terminology wrong, but congratulations sister on your fictitious child.’

‘I carry it well, do I not? I am most fortunate with my illness with it.’ She jested back. ‘I assume that that is why she poisoned me with the rhubarb to begin with, to get you here to attempt to get the paper in that manner.’

‘Very much so, yes. She ensured I had to leave my office when she was with me so she would be able to do so. I thought she was using them for a prescription.’

‘No, both are here.’

‘I was called to Mr Brown’s house after his party, by the way.’ Charlotte giggled. ‘Really?’

‘William taught me that little trick when Mr Brown became interested in me at a party before.’

‘It was ingenious, you made that party all the safer for every woman present.’ Her brother commended. ‘Though that is not what I gave you that powder for.’

‘I know.’ Lucille was frowning at her. ‘Edward gave me a powder to settle you, a new enough concoction, in a small dose, it numbs the senses somewhat, added to alcohol, it would make one seem terribly inebriated.’ She explained. ‘So, how long does this last?’

‘About a week or so, we top it up thereafter and for the days she gets a little rowdy, you can give her more of the other medication. Her food is the biggest concern, this is why I am not pleased with this sister, you will have to spoon feed her her meals, the food will have to be nothing but liquid.’

‘I will do it.’ Charlotte looked at Lucille as she spoke, seeing the anguish in her face. ‘I win.’ She grabbed Lucille’s chin, making her look her in the eye. ‘Cordelia wins.’

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