#he sees himself as this sinner right? so he’s gonna be rougher around the edges. he’s gonna be flawed. he’s not gonna be perfect

[mars-ipan]

random unnecessary and maybe dumb question about your priest au but does hajime swear as much as he does in canon? been curious about this since he does fairly often in danganronpa and like idk religion stuff. imm raised Christian and swearing is Not Allowed so wondering. does he curse. do you let him say bad words

not a dumb question at all actually! i’ve thought about this myself. whenever i write in hajime’s voice, i like making him a frequent swearer. but obviously when ur so catholic that guilt is ur primary emotion that’s something that may not be Favorable. so i actually waffled back and forth on this for a while

thing is. while hajime grew up catholic. he also grew up on a farm. he’s a little country boy. and when you do farm work a lot of cuss-worthy things happen. i imagine swearing wasn’t allowed in front of his parents, but he probably developed quite a tendency to swear. he’s not really proud of it, and probably cusses a bit less than canon!hajime as a result, but if he drops something heavy on his foot you may hear a “fuck,” “shit,” or “son of a bitch” depending on how he’s feeling.

that said, i think he watches his words very carefully in Sacred Spaces. he’ll never cuss at the dinner table, and he doesn’t even take the Lord’s name in vain in church. i actually wrote that into my last big post (which i’m not sure if u read, since it was Suggestive)— hajime starts frantically apologizing for smth and goes “oh G— i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” etc etc. so even when he’s panicked he only speaks God’s name when he’s actually speaking to or about God.

that said, when he’s not in church he cusses pretty frequently. he considers it a bad habit (just as he considers most of his habits to be :/), but it feels wrong to make a hajime that never swears

[bakugouscentedcaramel]

🍋🐉The Dragon King 💥🍋

Boy don't we all,

You know what else we need?

Barbarian King BakuBoomBoomMan

Enjoy my fellow sinners

Also I'm trying a new formating for longer fics so let me know if this is too hard to read

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Warnings: Smut, Dom Bakuhoe, Fantasy AU, Probably the longest smut I've written yet, Female Reader, Edging, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Val's recreation of her fever dream

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You did it. You've reached the highest possible rank on the tribe's totem pole. You and Katsuki. Queen and King..

The thought made you shiver, or was it his teeth raking against your neck that caused it. Your mind was doing circles trying to connect the fuzzy pieces of what was going on. You only remembered bits and pieces of the courting ceremony, the music, the fire, the roars of dragons and the loud triumphant battle cry of.. your now wedded husband, the King... You two couldn't even make into the room before he pinned you against the doorframe. His mind clouded with lust and adoration for his newly acquired Queen.

"Oi, you better be paying attention to me, Y/n.." your lover growled against your skin, wine red eyes gunned you down, he knew how weak he could make you with a single glare. "You're officially mine now. And I plan on showing you that, the rest of the night." He suddenly bit down onto your neck, marking his territory, his mouth creating that intoxicating vacuum that was sure to leave a bruise. His mouth left your skin with a sinful pop before he traces his teeth marks with his tongue as a thinly veiled apology. His hands possessively rubbing your frame, mindfully avoiding your hot zones teasingly. He was toying with you, even after you named him as your wedded mate.

"Katsuki... I need you.." you breathless groaned out. You rested your head in the nape of his neck planting delicate pleading kisses along the curve up to his ear. "I need my King~" you gently bit his ear as a means to coax him but it was uncessary. He grunted as soon as his new title escaped your lips and carried you onto the royal bed. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms locked around his neck, his firm arms supporting your back and cupping your ass giving a encouraging squeeze. You squeaked at the sudden feeling and melted into him further as he started his way to the bed.

"You really do know how to play me right into your hands don't you.." his gruff voice tickled your ear as he returned the teasing favor. "I'll have to show you exactly who you're messing with, my Queen..." He set you down on top of the bed, taking a moment to bask in his new prize before unbuckling his cloak. The heavy fabric making a thud as it collapsed on the floor. His predatory eyes tracing every feature your body had to offer, your clothes only adding fuel to his urge of domination. He licked his lips at the countless of things he could do to you in this given moment, so many choices..

He crawled on top of you, his frame towering over yours. His hands snaked up your top, teasing your breasts by ghosting his hands over them provoking a whine from you. He smirked before sliding the inferior threads off of your torso. His breaths became ragged before he lunged for your lips, his mouth fighting yours in a lust filled battle. His the coldness of his necklaces grazing your breasts causing you to arch your back slightly. He was stealing your breath with every passing second. He pulled away with a bite to your lower lip before releasing a breathless groan.

He licked and nipped his way from your cheek to your neck, leaving a trail of soon to be hickies before making his way to your breasts. His breath causing your hardened nipples to feebly attempt to coil tighter. He latched onto one of them, eagerly sucking and biting while one of his hands groped and tweaked your other breast. Your moans only causing him to grind against your crotch, his hardness prominent and throbbing aggressively against your clothed core. "Mine..." He groaned against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. Using his other hand he forced your back to arch more for him until he found a suitable angle. Wet noises filled the room mixed with needy huffs and grunts from both of you. He switched nipples causing you to shudder at the coldness that assaulted your wet abandoned nipple.

He released your breasts before attacking your neck again, his desperation starting to overwhelm him. "You are the most delicious meal..." His teeth giving you another nip before his free hand snaked it's way down to your clothed groin. "I need more...." His hand pressing into your clothed clit, rubbing circles relentlessly, his eyes studying your reaction before his smirk returned. "You're so hot like this Y/n... I wonder.."

He lowered himself down your body, planting sloppy kisses down your navel to the band of your pants. His thumbs hooked around the loopholes as he tugged them down with reckless abandon. You shivered at the sudden loss of warmth before his hand found it's way to your bare clit. Your pussy glistening under candlelight caused your King to lick his lips impatiently, "You're soaked baby.. I haven't even done much and you're already this wet? All for me?" His eyes shot back up at yours, his hunger only growing at the sight of your lust hazed ones. "You're so fucking beautiful..." He licked long strokes up to your clit, causing a loud choked moan to escape your throat. He chuckled into your soaking pussy before taking another lap, his thumb circling your clit roughly. Your moans increasing to something so minimalistic could've sent him over the edge. His pace quickened just to see just how worked up he could get you. Your legs trembling from the immense pleasure, he wanted to hear his name escape your lips.

He slid one of his fingers into your overflowing passage causing you to fling back fully onto the bed, your body squirming against him. He worked your pussy while his tongue flicked your swollen clit, humming at the sight of you coming undone because of him. He leaned up away from your pussy, wiping his mouth with his unoccupied hand before sliding another finger into your core. He chuckled at the way you tightened around him so desperately.

"How much do you want me baby. I need to hear you say it. Tell me" He growled out, his fingers curling against your g spot causing you to see stars in the beds canopy. You tried catching your breath to give him an answer before he quickened his pace. Your moans becoming more and more animalistic. Your lidded eyes met his and you could see him stroking himself through his pants, his eyes eagerly eyeing your loud pussy. You arched your back before struggling out "I-I need you K-Katsuki!! Please! God yessss~" you could feel your orgasm approaching, the blissful feeling flooding your senses before disappearing completely as he pulled away from you.

He licked his fingers clean of your wetness, continuing to eye you. "Goddammit Y/n... You're so fuckin good.." His hands fumbled with his pants, his cock straining to be free from the shackles of the torturous fabric. He sighed with relief as his cock pushed away the bindings, already dripping with precum and throbbing with anticipation, his piercings shining in the flame light.

He laid himself on top of you again, his cock rubbing against your pulsating pussy. His piercings causing you to moan at the gentle bumps against your clit. "It's rude to fuckin stare my Gunpowder.. but I'll let it go this time.. right now I just want to hear you beg for my cock inside of you.. I want to hear how desperate you are for my cock" his grinding becoming rougher and more teasing as he waited for your pleas.

"P-please Katsu~ I need to feel your cock stretch me and fill my pussy up. I need you to fuck me, my King" you managed to squeak out in between his love bites to your tense nipples. He aligned his member to your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly before pulling back out, his smirk forming against the nape of your neck. "Say that again.. louder" he groaned, his breath causing goosebumps to form on your gentle skin.

"Please fuck me... My King~"

He rammed himself into you causing a scream of pleasure to flood the room, his grunts underneath your moans as he adjusted to your tightness around his dick. He slowly pulled out, his Jacobs ladder rubbing against your opening adding even more to your pleasure. His thrusts picked up speed gradually, his breaths heavy and his grunts flooding your senses.

"Ughhh, you feel so tight around me baby... So warm and wet, all for me.. all mine.. you're mine Y/n.. I'm going to fuck you until my name is the only thing you know.." his thrusts deepened, his cock roughly reaching every possible area inside you, stretching and tugging as you succumbed to his will. Your hands flew to his body, one to his back and one to his ass, you dug your nails into his skin, silently begging him for more. He grunted at the sudden pain before letting out a breathy laugh. "That good huh? I haven't even started baby, you're gonna be mine, and the whole fuckin tribe is going to know it. Everyone is going to hear your moans, hear you scream my name.." He adjusted himself for a better angle before mercilessly pounding into you, the sound of your wetness paired with the sound of skin slapping sending you both into euphoria.

His necklaces rattled with every thrust before he growled and threw them off of him, the clattering echoing through the air. He flung one of your legs onto his shoulder, his thrusts never faltering. He traces circles around your nipples as he bites into your calf, his grunts and groans muffled. He could feel your walls tightening around his cock, your moans and squirms becoming more frequent. "F-fuck Y/n... You're so fuckin delicious.. you're taking my cock so well.. fuck... and you're all mine.." he gave an especially rough thrust before his hand traced rapid circles around your clit, beckoning you to cum around his length. "Cum around me baby.. I want to feel you tighten around your King.. nghh Say my name, Y/n, say my name! Scream your Kings' name baby!" His thrusts became more and more desperate, his rapid movements becoming sporadic, his cock twitching inside of you as he felt his own release approaching. You moaned out his name as your body tensed. Your orgasm ripping through you causing your back to arch and your legs to lock him inside of you. "Fuck... I'm going to fill you up so good baby.. I'm going to make you mine... my Queen.. mine... ghhh.." He locked lips with you and gave a final thrust before his cock painted your walls. His cum filling your pussy, the pressure nearly sending you into another orgasm.

He gave out a relieved whine moan before breaking the kiss, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chest onto your stomach. His cock still twitched inside of you as he grinded back into your used pussy. His piercings on his shaft sending shockwaves through your overly sensitive body.

"I'm not done with you yet... My Queen.. we still have until dawn.." he huskily laughed.

He did say you were going to be his all night.

[prideful-sins]

Cynbel X Lucifer: Confessions of two sinners (OC X Lucifer)

Cynbel is my Obey Me! OC (here’s his info). Esmeralda/ Ezzy is my best friend’s OC/ MC (and our OC’s are besties) and Smeowg is his cat, they share a pact and with that pact they can feel eachothers energies and both become drained if the other uses a large amount, both my friend and I wanted to write out our OC’s confessing to their SO’s, no one will be interested but this is more for me than y’all

Word Count: 4.1k

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Cynbel sat down on the edge of Lucifer’s bed, a dim light shining in through the window and illuminating his sleeping lovers face. Another night of ‘meaningless’ sex, used and abandoned, sneaking out to his own house smelling like sweat and despair. While it sounds like Cynbel hates these nights he, in fact, loves them. The arousal, the gripping, the clawing, biting, licking, hair pulling, all ecstasy, or so he would have said many years ago, but now? He just liked the time with Lucifer, being around him, listening to his stresses of his day, stresses made by either his workload or his brothers.

Cyn stood up and got fully dressed before turning to Lucifer, sleeping soundlessly on the bed. It couldn’t have been past 2 am and Lucifer was sleeping deeply, his breaths slow and heavy, chest rising and falling in a hypnotising pattern. His hair falling ever so slightly into his eyes, other strands stuck to his forehead, a remnant of their time together last night. Cyn took a step forward and pushed the hair from Lucifer’s eyes, he always hated it when it got into his eyes, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long upon the sleeping demon’s cheek before taking a sharp breath in and stepping away.

The door closed silently, he had been doing this for years now he was practically an expert at sneaking out of The House of Lamentation, not that he needed to, the Brothers knew what was going on, they had for years now, and it had gotten past the point of asking. Cynbel’s steps were silent and cautious down the halls, careful not to wake any of the sleeping demons. As he walked down the corridor the portraits stared in disgust at Cyn, or ,at least, he felt like they were.

“Fuck off” he hissed at a particularly depressing portrait of some random woman he’d never ever know. All was silent within the halls, but a snack was needed, so the route was changed for a slight stop in the kitchen. Cynbel made his way downstairs, all had been silent but not for long as the distant sounds of munching and wrapper unfurling was particularly disruptive.

“Beel? You in here?” Cyn turned the corner to a starry eyed Beelzebub.

“Hm?” Beel swallowed all that was in his mouth, “Oh Cynbel it’s you, hey”

“Hey, got anything I can have? I’m starving, Lucifer sure as hell tired me out”

“There’s not a lot left in here, but I can give you a slice Banoffee Pie, it’s Satan’s”

“I’ll take it” Cyn looked solemnly at the slice as he reached out to grab it from Beelzebub

“Are you okay?” Beel had already shoved something else into his mouth so his words were barely audible.

“Yeah I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Cynbel did his best at playing coy, putting on a fake smirk and shrugging his shoulders.

“You look really sad, that’s all”

“Huh” Cyn looked down at his slice of pie, “I’ll uh- I’ll be leaving now, thanks Beel ‘preciate it” Cyn walked off and waved the slice of pie as a goodbye.

Beelzebub wasn’t wrong, for the last few months Cynbel felt horrible after sneaking out like this, just one time he’d like to wake up next to Lucifer as an equal, as his public lover, but he was a coward, too scared to admit his feelings, feelings he didn’t even know he had until Ezzy decided to point them out to him. Cynbel was perfectly fine living it out as he was until his, supposed, best friend pointed them out to him. She was his best friend of course but damn if these feelings weren’t annoying, and to top it off? They both had to admit their feelings to their respective men. Another problem? That was tonight.

The streets were always quiet around this time, demons have places to be I suppose, naught more than a nightclub, throwing out the late night riff raff, was open. Streets lined with drunk demons enjoying their sins. They’re not going to have any food left for the morning, Cyn thought before taking his D.D.D. out of his pocket and dialing a local produce supplier. The only thing that answered the phone was an answering machine.

“Hey, it’s Cynb- uhh War, sorry to call so late, I’m leaving this message for this morning. Can you send The House of Lamentation 2 of their food delivery orders? Just send the bill to me and I’ll sort out the rest, thanks” Cyn hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket, his house now coming into sight, thank fuck.

The door creaked open and Smeowg came running right up to his master, chittering away and telling Cynbel about his day.

“Smeowg! Man did I miss you, how are you doing buddy?” Cyn picked up his cat and wasted no time in smothering him in kisses and headpats, returned with headbutts and licking. “You’re such a good kitty yes you are, come on we’re gonna go wake up Ezzy, I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight, she won’t mind” Cynbel walked through the house, cradling Smeowg in his arms toward their private portal, with a cat flap for his feline of course, the door swung open and he was within Ezzy’s own private cottage, the familiar smells of her herbs immediately making him feel at home. He weaved his way through the furniture and the remnants of her spell work through to her bedroom, where nary a sound was being made.

He turned the handle and opened the door as quietly as he could, Smeowg jumped from his arms and made a beeline for the bed, hopping up without a problem. Cyn closed the door behind him and walked toward his sleeping best friend.

“Hey Ezzy?” He whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking softly, “Ezzy”

Esmeralda moaned in response, her eyes opening and brows furrowing, “huh?”

“Can I sleep with you? I don’t wanna be alone right now”

Ezzy responded with a hoarse voice, “don’t even have to ask, just climb in” Cyn smiled and climbed over her, a little rougher than he should have but Ezzy didn’t mind. He snuck himself under the covers and became her little spoon, a rare treat for them both, her arms were protectively covering his side and neck and his back was fully against her body, an act of pure love on both counts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ezzy’s voice was soft amongst the pale moonlight within the room.

“No, just the usual” Cyn was quiet, unnaturally so, his voice wavering just a little.

“Okay, I’ll be here when you wake up”

“I know, thanks babe” with that he drifted off to sleep.

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Sunlight, after all this time knowing Ezzy, and being at her house, Cyn had yet to get used to waking up and seeing sunlight in the morning, or maybe it was the afternoon. His eyes groggily opened, a slight headache ringing in his ears from his late night rambling home, the fresh air clearing his lungs from last night’s thoughts. God, why did he feel so drained today? Cynbel sat up on the bed and reached for his D.D.D. 

[10:22 A.M] 

“Fuck, that’s early” He murmured as he tossed the covers to the side. Cyn always liked the smell of Ezzy’s room, smelt like home to him, not many places ever had. He walked over to the drawers and opened the one that had some of his clothes in, a quick change and Cyn was in clean, non Lucifer or sex smelling, clothes. He opened the door and walked down the hall, into the living room where Ezzy was nowhere to be seen. “Damn, she must have gone somewhere, I’ll catch her in a bit” he said as he walked over to his door, stealing a pastry from the countertop in the kitchen, on the way.

He opened the door, pastry firmly in his mouth, and walked through, the smell of his own house filling his nostrils. As he walked through a loud, thundering knock came at the door, making Cynbel stop in his tracks, brows furrowed, and head pounding. “Son of a taint” mumbled through the dough as he walked over to his door. It swung open and he was faced with Barbatos, “Hello?” or a sound like it from his pastry-filled mouth greeted his fellow demon.

“Hello Cynbel, Diavolo is requesting you at The Palace, he has news he wishes to discuss with you and Lucifer” Barbatos gave a small bow and stood aside, his hand out and pointed towards a car to escort them. Cynbel took the danish from his mouth and swallowed the contents remaining.

“They can’t just send a text? Damn I just woke up” He rolled his eyes as he walked through and past Barbatos.

“My Lord knows you like a personal invitation Cynbel” Barbatos gave a small chuckle as he walked behind Cyn. No more words were said as they both entered the car and proceeded to the castle.

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Cynbel couldn’t remember why he was there, he had felt so drained all day that nothing was being taken in by his brain, and the final straw was when he just fell asleep right in the middle of Lucifer talking about….something....

“Cynbel? Cynbel!” He heard Lucifer’s voice but just couldn’t respond, muscles barely even responding to the fact he was awake, until a very sharp stinging sensation on his face.

“Ah!” Cynbel shot up awake, his whole body reacting with fight in this fight or flight situation, his hand raised in a fist before seeing Lucifer’s seething face before him. “Oh hey, what’s up?” Cynbel had a shit-eating grin on his, now rested, face along with a mischievous energy radiating from him.

“What is ‘up’ is the fact you’re asleep during one of our meetings” Lucifer glared down at Cynbel, Diavolo chuckling in the background.

“Oh let him, I’m not even sure why he had to be here in the first place Lucifer, only one item actually regarded War in the human world and it could have waited for his next meeting” The prince hopped to Cynbel’s rescue, a thankful look on his face.

“I wanted to see him to make sure he knew of our dinner reservations later on this evening, and to also thank him for the food he ordered for The House of Lamentation this morning”

Cynbel raised his eyebrow at Lucifer, “Aww you just wanted to see me, of course I remember our reservations” he shrugged and stood up, “I would invite you Dia but it’s strictly Lucifer and I, and you’re welcome”

“Ahaha, I understand” Diavolo chuckled, gave a knowing wink toward the two demons, and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Look, if I’m not needed I’m gonna go, I have some things I need to do before dinner tonight” Cynbel high-fived Diavolo, something he insisted on to make the Prince feel a little less ‘scared of’, and gave Lucifer a pat on the back before leaving. “Thanks for the nap guys!” Cynbel gave one last wave before leaving the room. He could practically hear Lucifer’s frown boreing into the back of Cyn’s head.

Walking back from The Palace was always a treat, cobblestone paths leading him down towards the antique shops, War memorabilia collected from demonic and human wars hung within windows, old portraits looking and staring from within the shop’s glass. As he walked by a quill within an ink set caught his eye, a lovely peacock feather quill complete with an embellished inkpot and scorpion venom ink.

“Lucifer’d love that” Cyn whispered to himself as he looked upon the quill with awe, not a second later he was walking in, paying 12 thousand Grimm, and walking back out with a gift wrapped box. A smile spread on Cynbel’s lips as he looked down at the box “he’s really going to love this”

The rest of the walk was quiet, minor fans bugging him for autographs or photo’s, no flirting, just him walking along with his gift toward his house. He opened the door and the room felt a little warmer than it did earlier, Ezzy must have used his oven for baking because hot damn did his house smell amazing right now, speaking of his best friend Cyn had to go and see her and see how she was getting on with her book, after all, both of them were confessing today. He placed his gift on the kitchen counter and proceeded to the portal to Ezzy’s.

Cyn walked through her door and found Ezzy fast asleep on her sofa, mouth wide open as she breathed in and out, Smeowg curled up between the crook of one of her legs, she must have been asleep for a few hours now, ah the book, that’s why Cynbel felt so drained today. He stood over her and tickled her chin ever so slightly, a wide grin on his face as she began to wake up, her eyes groggily opening before she yelped out in surprise, a howling laugh from Cyn as Ezzy shot up from her sleeping position, Smeowg jumping and bolting from his slumber.

“Don’t scare me like that, you ass!” Ezzy shouted as she got up from the sofa. Cyn only laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, babes, couldn’t resist,” he laughed. “I see you’ve been busy today” he looked around at the spell on the floor, book humming with distant, but strong, energy. Ezzy dipped down and retrieved the book from its position on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry about the energy drain. I know you felt it.” Her voice was soft, remembering how gentle he had been last night, and how bad she felt about the energy drain.

“No worries, dear. Just gave me an excuse to have a nap through Lucifer’s boring meeting,” the fondness in the demon’s eyes betrayed the mischievous smile, he raised an eyebrow “Is it done?”

“Yep, it’s all done,” her voice was excited and definitely anxious, he could feel her heart racing from nearly a metre away “When should I give it to him?” Ezzy’s eyes were wide, her eyebrows raised up high as she pondered her own predicament.

“Well, we had a deal that you would confess if I did. I’d say as soon as possible,” Cyn shrugged and flopped onto the couch. Smeowg happily jumped onto his owner for pets. “We all know he has feelings for you, so just give it to him right now. He should be home, anyway.” Cyn’s words fell on deaf ears as he watched her bite her reddening lip, “Ezzy. Ezzy. Ezzy! Dammit will you stop biting your lip?” He finally broke her out of her thoughts as she whispered a ‘huh?’ finally listening to him. “If you don’t get your ass moving and quit biting your lip, I’ll throw the book at him myself. Now, go girl! I’ll hold down the fort here, won’t I Mr. Smeowg? Yes, I will! Aw, you’re such a baby!” Cynbel didn’t focus on Ezzy leaving to admit her feelings to Satan, he fell into the trap of cooing upon his pet, rubbing it’s stomach with hellish intent and basking in the victory purring.

He heard Ezzy walk away with the book, a pang of worry through his chest as he thought of the worst possible scenario. “I only have a couple of hours until I have to meet Lucifer at The Fall, am I ready buddy? Do you think he loves me back?” Smeowg merely looked at his master and gave a slight ‘mew’ “Tell me about it, I should go and get ready, shower, shave and get dressed, let’s go buddy”

Once he was clean, shaved, and dressed Cyn admired himself in the mirror, parting his hair different ways and making funny faces in the mirror before heading off downstairs, picking up his gift and walking through the door, a small, but worried, spring in his step as he made his way to the car waiting to take him to his doom.

The drive had been silent so far but Cyn has other ideas, “hey Isaac, you ever just shit yourself about emotions?”his voice was playful but there was a tone of worry hidden below.

“Uhh?” The driver looked at him, his eyebrow raised in confusion, his name was definitely not Isaac.

“Eh drop it” Cyn’s failed attempt at some humour was thrown out of the window as the bumps threw his body around. The rest of the drive was silent and foreboding, Lucifer’s gift heavy within Cynbel’s hands as he played around with the ribbons adorning the neat gold and black paper. The car pulled up in front of The Fall and Cynbel stepped out, some paparazzi hung around the entrance trying to get pictures and questions, Cynbel merely waved at the cameras and gave his best smile, questions being shouted about if ‘he was meeting anyone there?’, ‘why was he holding a gift’, ‘is he proposing to someone?’ it was relentless, but easy to ignore as Cyn walked by the bodyguard, Mammon’s doing from previous, unwanted, entries on his part.

The atmosphere was happy and light-hearted, music coming from the nearby live band, a soft concerto piece featuring strings hovering above polite conversations. The waiters and waitresses bustled around to pour drinks, serve food, and deal with diners accordingly. The host smiled at Cynbel and gave a small nod.

“Do you have a reservation Sir?” 

“Yes, it’s under War” Cynbel hated using his ‘official’ name for things but he was bound to it, for the most part, email subscriptions were usually just Cynbel. The host nodded and looked down at his documents, checking that Cyn wasn't some random demon who had wandered in from the street, they guy knew he wasn’t, Lucifer and Cynbel were here 2 times a week at least, and knew half of the staff by name, but he still had to do his job.

“Of course mister War, you’re second party is here already” the host walked out to escort Cynbel to Lucifer, of course he was here early, no time for Cyn to suck up his gut and swallow the heart beating a samba within his throat. They passed other demons eating happily, enjoying their food and the conversations they were engulfed within, the clinking of cutlery on plates and wine glasses set down on tables amongst the slight chitter of gossip and distant thrumming of laughter. The pair came to the stairs they lead to the second story of the hall, private booths for couples and business partners to discuss their secrets.

Cynbel thanked The Host for the escort and ascended the stairs by himself, breath barely there as his heart pounded within his head. ‘You can do this’ Cyn repeated in his head trying to give himself some courage, ‘Ezzy believes in you’ warmth radiated within his chest, originating from the pact mark on his back. As he walked up Cyn’s eyes darted around trying to find Lucifer, scanning over the people within the booths not taking in anyone else he may have known. 

There he was. The butterflies within Cynbel’s stomach flew around even more so after looking upon Lucifer’s face, the ambient lighting making his features stand out, the curve of his cheek, the way his hair fell over his face, just perfect. Cyn walked up and Lucifer looked over at him, that smile appearing as he stood to greet his partner.

“Lucifer” Cyn’s voice wavered, excitement washing over him as he greeted the man he loved.

“Cynbel, good to see you again” Lucifer smiled, stood up, and reached out a hand to shake, nimble fingers entwining within Cyn’s.

“You too” Cynbel cleared his throat as he placed the gift on the table before tucking the chair underneath Lucifer. He walked around and sat himself down, looking more nervous by the minute, was he sweating?

“You look nervous, Cynbel, is something wrong?” A waiter came up and handed the pair a wine list for them to browse through, Lucifer was poised gracefully, his eyes staring into Cyn’s with nary a blink of nerve. Cynbel, on the other hand, was damn near panting, out of breath and smiling nervously.

“Wrong? No, of course not. I’ll have a Chenin Blanc” the waiter nodded and asked for Lucifer’s order, he responded with a nod, signalling he’d have the same, the waiter took their menus and left.

The night went on for the two, Cynbel creating lighthearted conversation and Lucifer chuckling along, hands touched between courses, feet played against each other throughout them chewing, rubbing along ankles in a playful manner. Lucifer talked of work, vented about his brothers’ doings of the day, letting his guard fall more and more as they conversed. The dessert course came, ones of Lucifers favourites, hot, poisoned apple pie with a custard ice cream.

As Lucifer admired his plate Cynbel cleared his throat once more, “Lucifer?” the alert of his name caused the other demon to look up at Cyn once more, a light ‘hmm?’ in response. “We’ve been staring at this all night, so here” Cyn pushed the box over to Lucifer, his face reddening at his feelings laid bare.

“It’s not my birthday Cyn, you needn’t have gotten me a gift” Lucifer’s sentence didn’t compliment the smile on his face, a slight excitement in his eye as he looked upon the gift.

“I know, but I saw it and thought of you” Cyn looked fondly at the other demon as he started opening the gift, fingers dancing along ribbon and edges of paper. “I actually had something to talk to you about, to ask you, that is”

“What is it?”

“I wanted to confess to you. Something that’s been eating away at me for months now. When we began this… this” Cyn waved his hand between the two of them in a telling way, they both knew what he meant, “we never wanted feelings to come into it, it’s been, what, decades now?” Lucifer nodded in agreement, “Well thanks to Ezzy, that dear friend of mine, I’ve come to realise that...well I don’t want to sneak out in the morning’s anymore, I want to wake up next to you and look upon your sleeping face before kissing you awake, I want to spend the bad days with you and help you through work and your brothers doings-” Cyn was interrupted by Lucifer’s gasp, his eyes on the present, Cyn smiling at his reaction.

“Cynbel this is, my goodness, it’s beautiful” Lucifer smiled at Cyn, this final act giving him the courage to continue.

“I love you, Lucifer, body and soul, I have for years but I never wanted to admit it to myself, but now that I know… I can’t just ignore it, I can’t continue with this by keeping my feelings locked away” For once Lucifer was silent, his mouth slightly open and brows raised in disbelief. The silence was deafening, and too long for Cyn’s liking “Lucifer, please say something”

“I- “ he began to reply before taking a deep breath, “I feel the same way” Lucifer gave a small chuckle, “foolishly, I assumed you had no feelings for me so I kept it to myself, afraid to ruin what little time we were spending together. Making love to you only to wake up and smell the covers of where you once were was torture, I would have hardly been able to endure it much longer”

“You’re shitting me?” Cynbel was astonished, his mouth hanging agape at Lucifer’s confession.

“I ‘shit’ you not, I love you too, Cynbel” Lucifer placed his hand on the table, open and waiting for Cyn to reciprocate, which he did, immediately. Hands closed around each other as they giggled and smiled, “What a night”

“Yeah you don’t say, honestly? I didn’t think you’d actually feel the same” Cyn leaned over the table, Lucifer mirroring him and leaning in closer, both of their hands clasping each other’s, smirks and half lidded eyes leading them into their first, proper, loving, kiss.

The world stood still in that one moment, knowing Lucifer felt the same way he did was amazing and this kiss was like none they had shared before that. Passion entwined within their bodies, electricity thrumming between them, smiles parting the kiss as their foreheads touch, Cyn’s hand raised to Lucifer’s cheek cupping it and running his thumb along his lovers cheekbone.

“Thank you for the gift, I’ll take that as an apology for your napping during the meeting earlier” Lucifer pulled away from Cyn, a snide smirk on his face.

“Oh? I was hoping to apologise later on tonight, unless you’d rather I didn’t? Cynbel played coy, innocently smiling and raising his eyebrows, causing Lucifer to smirk.

“Oh no, I’ll take that apology, too”