#hurting angel

[nescaveckwriter]

Hurting Angel - Chapter Five 💕❤️

A/N: Y'all it's been awhile I know, but hopefully this chapter will make it worth it...❤️💕 Love y'all and thanks for the support my bugs 🐞🐞🩷

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, violence, fluffy, fear... anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget, Lainey

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva. Also please do not copy my work!

Words:2895 😅

Chapter Name: Five 💕

Concern on his hard face,  he barely kept his eyes on the road, he brushed the hair out of her face, whispering underneath his breath "My love, I'll kill each and everyone of these bastards, no one will ever hurt you again, never my angel!" His voice was laced with so much emotion, anger, fear, and something he hasn't quite experienced yet really in his life, love. 

The range rover came to a stop, he called ahead letting his staff know that they should keep Lainey busy, and away from the entrance and his bedroom, he also demanded that the doctor should come over immediately.

He gets out, walking around the vehicle, opening the door. She looked so small, so fragile, like an angel who's fallen, and bruised a wing. He picks her up swiftly, her pretty little head resting against his chest, he cradles her like a little child. As he walked through the door, some of his staff were there, wanting to help, their faces stricken with heartache and fear, Bridget had crept into their hearts as well. His voice was hushed but loud enough "leave us alone, go! Just go do your work or something" he carried her upstairs, knowing he could have acted better, but if his people start to see this.. well this meek side of him, it will be like he's lost all his power and control.

He walks into his bedroom, placing her down on his bed, the doctor was already there, and in a matter of seconds he was looking at her. For the first time, it feels like he can breathe, he didn't speak, he just watched as his old friend took care of Bridget. 

He then took notice of the blood on his own clothes, his hands were stained with her blood, furious he went into the bathroom, trying to wash off his stained hands, with every single drop of water that was mixed with the blood.  He started to loose control, he's hands were shaking, his own reflection got caught in the mirror, he barely recognised himself, his face was a image of a broken, man, a man who's afraid of losing something so dear to him, something so precious, he clenched the bathroom sink, his knuckles white, he was furious, at those bastards, at this image of a weak man before, he started to ball his fist's and without warning he punched the mirror, he wanted that man before him gone, he shook his hand, blood and pieces of glass in his knuckles.

The doctor came rushing in, took one look at Crowley and knew well enough not to ask, he just led him into the bedroom and started tweezing out the glass. Crowley didn't look at his own injury, his eyes fell on her, the woman he loved but could never tell. He spoke, the sound was low, he didn't even sound like himself "is she alright?" 

His old friend was caught off guard by his voice, but what completely took him by surprise was the look in the devil's eyes, "Y...yes she's going to be okay, little sore for a few days, but she's alright, some bruised ribs, and grazed skin, but she's a tough woman" 

Crowley smiles, glancing over her, underneath his breath "she's a feisty little one". After awhile, the doctor went home and left Crowley in the room, with her, she was sleeping, exhausted and in pain, he walked closer towards her, slowly as if he's afraid he'll startle her, he looked at her bruised face, before he even realised he took her hand into his, it looked so small, with his right hand he traced the side of her face, his voice sounded low, deep, as he whispers "Bridget my love .." he stopped himself from saying what he wanted too. Pinching his eyes closed, he needs to stop this, he needs to not let his feelings show, no way in hell could an angel like her, love a devil like himself. 

Weakly, her voice took him out of his thoughts "... Crowley?"

He is still holding her hand while his other hand traces her jaw, barely audible "love?" 

Her small hand finds its way to his hand, slightly still brushing against her skin, she wraps her hand over his wrist, "your here?" She whispers 

He couldn't hold back the way he felt, her hand on his wrist, the way she looked at him, he said those three words with honesty and truth "I'll never leave" 

She smiled at him, mouthing a thank you, her eyes fell shut once again, and for what seemed like minutes he stood there, wondering if she might.. just might feel something for him too. The silence was broken by the cries of a child needing her mother… "Lainey" his face softened, he walked out making sure to lock the door behind him, she can't see her mom like this. His voice soft, almost fatherly "Hello sweetie, why are you crying?" She reaches her little arms out to him, "Where's Mommy?" 

He picks her up, "Oh sweetie she, had to work late, but she did ask me too look after you until she comes back" she stares at him cheekily "really mommy doesn't like Cowley" 

He couldn't help it, he laughed, "That's true sweetie, but she trusts me with you, don't you want me to read a story to you?" 

Her eyes go wide, she pouts a little "Story and ice cream?"

How could he say no, "of course, let's go get some you can choose which flavour"

She lets out a cheerful squeak , "all of them" throwing her little arms around his neck.

And so he took the little one, both of them tried every flavour, all five of them, she then chose the strawberry, which was her favourite and his well probably the chocolate one. After a while when all the Ice cream was done, he then realised it was a big mistake, that little girl had way too much energy, she was running up and down, twirling around, dancing, laughing, it was beautiful to see, but it was exhausting as well. Somewhere in the early morning hours, the little one crashed, she fell asleep on the big teddy bear he gave her, he picked her up with the teddy, and placed her in her bed, whispering "Good night my sweet little one" he walked out, feeling tired but content, headed over too, his bedroom. Bridget was still fast asleep on his bed, so he opted out for the armchair. As soon as he plunged down, he felt tired, and his eyes fell shut.

It’s been a few days, since she left the house, and got beaten up, her bruising was still evident, but she could cover it with makeup, so that Lainey didn’t see her so beaten up, as she sat drinking her coffee on the front porch, she recalled Crowley’s gentle touch that evening, yes it might be true, she drifted in and out of sleep, but, something about the way he looked at her, shaking her head, knowing that she can’t fall for him, hell who was she kidding, in the last couple of months, she spend some time with him, had her smitten, but that does not mean she’s going to act on it. No! Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice his eyes on her.

She sat there, early morning sun, shining on her face, almost giving her a golden halo. The wind softly blowing her blonde hair, exposing ever so slightly her neckline, she was the type of beauty you'd rarely seen, the way her lips touched the coffee mug, made him want to kiss her right then and there, but how could he, how could he be so selfish, no, he needed to be strong now, he needed them gone, he’ll keep an eye on them from a distance. With that in mind, he clears his throat. “Bridget” she turned her head, looked at him with those eyes of hers “Crowley? Morning” she smiled.

His voice was cold “we need to talk!”

Sitting up straight, she noticed the urgency in his voice “is something wrong?”

“Yes, you two have overstayed your welcome and you need to leave immediately”

For a moment, that felt like a few minutes she looked at him, surprised at what he just said “w…what?”

Harshly he replied “what’s the matter woman, was I not clear enough?”

Shaking her head, her voice brittle “w…what did we do wrong?”

“I’m sick and tired of you two taking over my damn house”

With out a single word, she got up and walked into the house, most of the staff was gone and Lainey was still fast asleep, placing her empty coffee mug in the kitchen sink, thinking of letting it go, and just pack up, but it was not in her nature to let him have the last word, she marched her way to him, raising her voice “dammit what is your problem?”

His eyes became darker “you, your my problem”

Throwing her hand in the air “why? What did I do?”

He glared down at the little women in front of him, he sounded mean, “everything dammit”

Her eyes piercing his “I hate you, you know that right”

He smirked, he was so close to her now, “you hate me? How sweet!”

Scoffing “Your a horrible person” with that being said she turned around to walk away, but before she knew what was happening, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, spinning her closer to his chest, still holding her wrist gently,  his other hand went under her chin, tilting her head, his voice low, “you hate me huh?” he didn’t give her a chance to speak, as his lips met hers, she closed her eyes, giving into this moment, into this desire. The feeling of her soft, warm lips against his, was intoxicating and in that brief moment, the world didn’t matter, their different backgrounds didn’t matter, nothing seemed to matter, the passion grew with every passing second, he pulled back, only too look her in the eyes, both of them slightly breathless. His voice low, almost a growl “love..I..” he didn’t have the correct words so he pulled her into him, for yet another kiss, she offered no resistance, and their lips met again in an enduring, heated kiss.

But their shared kiss was short lived as men entered the house like a gust of wind, guns blazing leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, Crowley’s eyes darkened, as he looked at Bridget and spoke with steely determination, “Go! Get Lainey, run towards the bathroom, lock it and hide in the bathtub” he drew his weapon, a low rumble escaping his lips, “don’t come out unless I say it’s clear understood”.

Her eyes widened, she just nodded as she ran upstairs towards Laney’s bedroom, her breath coming in short rapid waves, she ran to her daughters bed, taking her in her arms, blankets and all, Lainey’s eyes big “mommy” she squealed, grabbing her teddy bear. Bridget ran as fast as she could to the bathroom.

Crowley shot a few of the men, that entered his house, fighting off one man, he saw two men slipping past him, running up stairs, he never feared anything in his life until now that is, he fought the man off, shooting him in the face, he started making his way upstairs,he heard the gunshot from behind, and the pain hit him like a freight train, a burning sensation washing over him, as he realised his been hit, falling to his knees.

In the corner of her eye she saw the two men coming closer, placing Lainey in the bathtub ordering not to come out unless she or Crowley calls her, Lainey’s eyes as wide as saucers, her lips quivering, her small little body trembling, tears running down her little cheeks, her voice barely a whisper “M…mommy don’t leave me” Bridget gave her a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back sweetie” she ran out of the bathroom locking the door, sliding the key underneath. Lainey’s little body shook, as she wrapped her arms around her teddy, weeping.

Bridget nearly made it a few inches further when she ran into one of the men, she gasped for air, the large man smiled at her, as he tried to take a hold of her, she ducked, kicking him instead, but he didn’t budge, instead he started walking towards her, and she started to take a few steps back, her back leaning against the locked bathroom door now, “what do you want?” her voice breaking, the fear in her eyes intensified, she wasn’t so worried about herself, more about her daughter. The man just grinned as he punched her through the face. 

Then he took a handful of  her hair, dragging her towards the stairs, she screamed and protested, but nothing worked, her body being dragged down the flight of stairs, she felt the impact of everything beneath her, but it didn’t nearly hurt as much as seeing Crowley laying in a pool of his own blood, she tried to grab ahold of him, but the man dragging her just jolted her further away from him. All the other men gathered around Bridget as they took a hold of her, dragging her outside, leaving the little girl alone, in the deafening silent mansion, the only thing you could hear was her little heartbreaking gut wrenching sniffles as she held onto her teddy bear…

@jackles010378 @k-slla @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 @bookishtheaterlover7

[lilybug-02]

Patience and responsibility....that's a promise....right?

Part 27 First || Previous || Next

--Full Series--

An exorcism? In my family-friendly Deltarune? It's more likely than you may think. The backgrounds here were very interesting! Much more complex than how I usually do them (especially that computer).

Player POV:

Feral energy.

[fernsnailz]

sorry these kinds of comments have been really pissing me off recently lol

[sammysammer]

A few days ago the burrow was talking about making au jaxes into bnnuys in vc :3

wonderland au - @endomentendo

monster labs au - @etanow

slasher au - @justwantswafflefries

Hearts au - @itsnixderlol

puppeteer au - @rorydrawsandwrites

dreamland au - @yunfox00

streamers au - @ebonnat

carnival au - @sm-baby

dimensions au - @iguessimfished

guardian angels au - @sorascribbless

murder of the digital train - @g00bergoo

Bands au - @raggedypina

[noodles-and-tea]

Angel eyes

[suspectedtrash]

Angel AU idea:

Lucifer finds Alastor on the precipice of death and revives him, pledging to save his soul from hell and get him to repent for his crimes. (Alastor continues his fabulous murderous lifestyle, but appreciates having an angel by his side attempting/failing to bring him to redemption in the meantime.)

Lucifers' design is from @shungakei

[lucdoodle]

A lil comic based on the amazing fic "Up is Down, Sane is Insane"

[polubrony]

Some angsy stuff with the girls (with Emily after the fall)

This one was lying in my folder as a sketch for a long time and now it is done

(Next few art gonna be regular chaggie fluff though)

[oobbbear]

Like moth to flame💫

A smol moth au, ppl in discord suggested the moth idea it’s very delicious thank you sm🤌✨(discord is open if anyone wants to join!)

[the-artist-grimm]

I love how your AU of CoTL is based around learning how to communicate with your loved ones.

Lamb telling Aym and/or Baal, “Please, tell me about what’s been bothering you. It scares me that you’re too worried to ask for help. I’m your parent, and I want you to feel safe to tell me these things.”

Prior to the twins' resurrection Narinder was just trying to keep out of the way while self-loathing, and Anthea was just trying to ignore him and everything but their duties as leader, but after both managing to work together to figure out the resurrection plan, and after the boys' first night in the mortal realm proved to be VERY difficult, both realized that wasn't working. They both just felt awful and while having the boys alive was a relief, the kits were not ok either. And thus they decided to try.

Though neither are ready to approach the topic of the betrayal early on, Anthea wants to give him a chance, and Narinder wants to start trying to regain the lamb's trust. Both boys are kept in the know of how things are going, and they make sure the two know that it's ok to ask. The last thing they want is to leave them in the dark wondering if it's their fault things went wrong. Enough damage has been done by not talking to people after all.

(also hehehe-this is an AU where people heal gosh dang it. no angsty end-game, they get their happy end)

[nescaveckwriter]

Hurting Angel - Chapter Three 💓🐞

Summary: Did Crowley kidnap her daughter? Does he have a good side, or is it all bad!.

A/N: Oh yay, I just love writing about this man, starting to become a Crowley girlie for sure, let me know what you bugsies think, and once again, thank you for every like, reblog and message. much love🐞❤️💕 🐞

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱 Also, some comfort and funny moments

Word Count: 1691

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget York, Lainey York, Doctor❤️

Tiny little hands tugging at her, lets her open her heavy eyelids, her eyes still a little puffy of the sleep, not recalling where she is, she looks over to the young voice, big brown eyes, glancing at her, her voice angelic ''Mommy! Mommy'' the little girl with her cute round face and short little legs makes her way up the bed, plunging down, to her side, her voice brittle, ''Lainey?'' 

The little girl squeals as she get lifted up in the air, his deep English accent, warning in a gentle way ''don't hurt your mom now'' her eyes widens as she realizes what's  going on, filled with anger ''let my daughter go''

Placing her down, throwing his hands in the air, ''Listen Bridget Love, I just don't want your little one to hurt you''

Holding her hand out to the five year old, ''come here sweetie'' trying not to reveal the fear and anger in her voice, the little girl runs towards her, a confused look on her little round face, ''it's okay sweetie'' glaring at him, her blue eyes piercing through his dark brown orbs, ''how, how do you know my name?''

A smirk forming on his lips, ''Love, I have many connections, it was easy to find out who you were, and you were so worried about your daughter that, I had to find a way to get her too you!''

''So what you kidnapped my daughter from her school?'' her lips pursed

''Not me so to say, I have men who does it for me'' a smug grin plastered on his face.

Holding Lainey close to her now, ''I hate you! Let us go'' she demanded

The man gaggles a bit, ''Pick a number and get in line, love, the queue is long''

Not amused by his answer, she shifts on the bed, feeling the pain pulsing on her side, her voice flat ''what do you want from us''

Inspecting the woman with her blue eyes, her blonde medium length hair, revealing the slight friction from the pillow, her face elegant but strong, her plum lips, pursed together, the little brown eyed girl, with the two brown pig tails safely tugged behind the woman's arms, his heart, flutters a little, but he shakes the feeling, without a single word he just leaves.

Sighing she checks Lainey out, trying to make sure she's okay. ''Are you okay sweetie'' 

The little one just nods her head, ''yes mommy'' she searches her mother's face, her brown orbs as big as they can get, ''mommy''

''Yes sweetie''

''Why don't you like the funny sounding man'' she questions 

''Well honey, it's grown-up stuff, okay'' she smiled

Folding her arms, her little face very serious, ''Well I like him'' she claims

Letting out a little laugh, ''honey, you like everyone''

She puffs her chest, ''not everyone, I don't like Jimmy, he's just mean''

She can't help but to laugh at her daughter's face, ''I know sweetie, how could I forget''

As he stands out side the room, waiting for the doctor to show, he hears the room that is now filled with laughter, ''it sounds like heaven'' he mumbles underneath his breath.

''Good morning, boss'' the doctor greeted

''What's so good about it'' he sneered, his usual comment not quite reaching his eyes, as they seem a little lighter than normal.

The old man laughs, as he knocks on the door, announcing his entrance, ''Good morning you two'' he greeted

The young woman's face went from smiling to immediate disgust. ''Hello'' she hissed

''Hey little one, why don't you go outside for a little while, okay, I just want to check on mommy'' he asked

Looking over at her mom, and after she nods, giving the go ahead, she jumps off the bed, announcing ''I'm going to play with Cowley''

Bridget lets out a giggle, ''it's Crowley sweetie''

Pointing her finger at her mom, ''I know, that's what I said'' then she runs off screaming ''Cowley, Cowley''

Taking a deep breath, focusing on the doctor's aged face, anxiously she asked ''doc, why is he holding us hostage.''

The old man, gives her a smile, ''Bridget, he's not keeping you hostage, he's keeping you safe''

Amused she lets out ''safe? safe from what exactly?'

Seriousness in his voice ''from the men who did this too you, by now they know who you are, a up and coming famous reporter, they would want to silence you and most probably your little girl too, just because they can, remember, they must've had your purse''

His words drenching into her mind, ''wait what! your actually serious, that's just great, that's just marvelous'' screaming now, ''I didn't ask for any of this''

''I know you didn't, and I'm truly sorry, you had to go through it, but we just want to help, I promise'' he assured.

''Urghhhhh! Can't life just give me a break'' the frustration building up inside her, trying to fight back the tears, enraged she shouts at the poor old man ''LEAVE! GET OUT DAMMIT''

Crowley comes running in, ''What the hell, is going on here?'' he questioned, glaring over at her, then the doctor he gestures to the old man, he should leave a little while.

She gets up to a standing position, still dressed in the button-up shirt. ''I want you all to leave me the hell alone'' she sneered

He walks closer towards her ''listen here now, you little ungrateful ...'' he bites his bottom lip in order to stop him, from saying something horrible, instead he looks into her ocean blue eyes, ''The doctor just wants to help you''

''I know'' she snaps at him

''Then let him, dammit'' he demanded

She squeezed her eyes shut, in order to fight the burning of the tears, threating to spill over the edges.  

His voice loud and deep ''Look at me dammit, you will listen to what he says'' 

Her eyes flung open, eyeballing the man, with his dark hair, and strong face , her voice brittle and shaky ''why'' is all she lets out

''Because....'' he couldn't even finish the sentence when she just chipped in.

''Why'' her voice breaking now ''why me, why did they have to do this to me''

He strides closer to her, feeling a little uneasy as she sways from side to side. Trying to think of a right answer, but then he sees the flood of tears running down her delicate cheeks.

Her voice barely audible ''I'm not a bad person, why do life keep testing me''

Her little body trembles with every sniffle and tear, he can't help it, he gently pulls her closer to his chest, his chin on the crown of her head, his hand caressing her hair, it seems like the embrace gave her the permission to break, perhaps the initial shock of the events that lead up to this point, needed an outlet. 

Hearing his heart beating, feeling his arms around hers, the gentle stroking of her hair, as she just stood there sobbing, who would've known, that she'd find comfort in the arms of 'the devil' the aroma of cloves and pine, hits her nostrils as he held her even closer, a low roar, escapes his lips ''I'll take care of you love, let me please''

She glared up at him through her thick lashes, a soft whisper, rolls over her lips ''Okay, I'll let you'' he looked at her surprised, she can hardly believe it herself, but for some reason, he made her feel safe.

Glancing down at her, he felt the urge to taste her lips, to hold her and never let her go, but how could that be, he's only known her for a few days, he can already tell this woman, isn't a human being, but rather an angel,  getting angry at himself, for feeling so out of control, he lets go of her, placing her down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed together, his voice deep and flat again, ''You will listen understood'' he demanded. 

Shocked by the sudden coldness, she couldn't even form words, to reply. She just sat there the dampness still visible on her face. She knew despite the fact of his attitude towards her now, that'd he wouldn't hurt her or Lainey , and with knowing that , she can start the recovery process,  because she's going to nail these bastards, they can't just go around butchering people. 

The doctor comes in again, smiling, ''let's check you out, what do you say''

Just nodding she smiles ''Where's Lainey?'' 

Laughing ''She made new friends with the chef, and she's eating a cookie''

''Thank you, and sorry'' she mumbles

''Don't mention in, now come on, get yourself comfortable, you shouldn't strain yourself so much'' he advised

''I won't,'' smiling now, ''I never said thank you for saving my life''

''Thank you, but mostly it was that somber man, who did the saving, I just did the stitching'' he lets out a gaggle

''Well thanks anyway,'' fighting to keep her eyes open, ''why do I feel so tired''

The doctor explains away, but soon realizes she dozed off. He laughs when he sees the tough man he knows as the Boss, the Devil, whatever you want to call him, gets dragged in by a five-year old , a big smile on her face, her little cheerful voice, brightens the room ''Mommy needs a cookie too''

Crowley goes down too the little one's height, in a soft compassionate voice ''mommy is very tired, and she's sleeping now, why don't we put her biscuits down here, okay, she can eat them later'' he takes the crumbled biscuit and places it down on the bedside table, as he turns to face the little girl again, so that he can maybe find something to distract her, so that she doesn't bother Bridget, but what his faced with, lets a smile pull at his lips, Lainey, climbed up the bed, next to her mother, and in her embrace the little one's eyes were closed as well, both mother and daughter drifted off to sleep. Taking one of the blankets, he tugged them in snugly. He walks away into the hallway, realizing that those two is tugging at his heart-strings, and he doesn't like it one bit, he is alone for varies of reasons. And with those thoughts tumbling around in his mind he walks into his office, closing the door behind him.  

Chapter Four Here

[doe-eyed-fool]

Severed

Lucifer x Reader

If having the love of your dreams fall in love with someone else was painful, him being casted out of heaven, never to be seen again, crushed you.

You had loved him for so long, and it killed you inside to have never been able to tell him that. You let your fear of rejection get the better of you, and now, you would never get the chance to tell him how you felt.

It started out as innocent friendship, and overtime blossomed into something more. You had fell for him, and you had fell hard. But it was only you who felt this way. As he would always see you as a friend, and nothing more.

And that's how it was for so long.

You'd look at him with so much love in your eyes, your chest so painfully tight, heart ready to burst.

He'd look at you with some much care and platonic love one would have for another friend.

You knew this, and it hurt you like nothing ever had. You had convinced yourself there was no point in telling him how you feel, because he'd reject you. And when that happens, nothing will be as it was before.

Your friendship would be ruined. And that alone, was far worse than rejection.

You loved him too much to loose him.

But your love was not enough to keep him around much longer.

His new, and unheard of ideas, frowned upon by so many others. He was persistent, he would not let them ruin his dream, as impossible as it might have sounded.

And because of that, he fell...

Fallen from the place he called home, from all he knew, from you, and never to return.

You don't know how long you cried for, how long you were unable to sleep or eat. You didn't even get to say goodbye. He was gone, you would never see him again.

And now, you were left with nothing but your love for him. Love, that would never been known to him. Your heart ached like never before.

But it was nothing, compared to the news you'd hear some time after that.

The man you loved, had found love of his own.

A beautiful woman, with seemingly no flaws. She was perfect. Of course she was perfect. And he loved her more than anything.

They even had a child, from what you heard.

You were devastated. Your regret became a constant reminder, day in and out, of what could have been. It should have been you, is what you thought.

But you could not be upset with him. He had found someone that made him truly happy. Who he loved with all his heart. He was happy.

That gave you some sort of comfort. That in the place he was in now, he found love and happiness unlike he's ever had before.

But it still hurt. To know that you could have, you would have given him that. You would have made him as happy as you could. You would have loved him unconditionally.

There came a time, many years later, when his child would come to heaven. When she saw you, she smiled and approached you. She seemed excited to see you. Her name was Charlie, she was a lovely young woman. She recalled the many stories her father told her of you and him together so very long ago.

You could have broke down right then. He still thought of you...

He still remembers you...

You couldn't help but ask how he was doing. Apparently, he and his wife were separated and he was not the same lively man he use to be.

Charlie had returned to her home, angry with the fact the extermination was expected early, and there was no changing the minds of the angels and seraphs above.

Exterminations. You were unaware, just as everyone else was. But when you learned of what happened every year, you couldn't help but feel panicked.

What if they hurt him? What if they kill him?

He really would be gone forever, if that were to happen. You couldn't let that happen. You wouldn't let that happen. You'd do anything to keep it from happening.

Even if it meant giving up your wings. Even if it meant falling from Heaven, just as he had so very long ago...

When you arrived, you wasted no time in finding him. You got to him through Charlie, who was more than happy to help you. She had called him to meet with her, though instead of meeting with Charlie, it would be you.

And then, there he was...

"Lucifer..."

The man you loved from the very beginning.

He looked a little different, but it was still him.

Your heart swelled in your chest, tears pooling in your eyes. So long...you've waiting so long for this day. To finally see him again. And there he is.

"Y/n? What...What are you doing here?"

His worry evident in his tone. You couldn't have possibly done something to land yourself in a place like this, could you? That's what he thought.

You explained everything, and Lucifer looked just as shocked as you thought he would. But, there was something else...

He was overjoyed to see you, of course. You thought he would never stop hugging you in a near spine breaking embrace.

But he also couldn't help but feel guilty. You had clipped your wings to be here with him.

But you didn't care. You wanted nothing more than to see him again, to hold him and to be held by him. Even with all that, you still couldn't bring yourself to confess.

Not yet...

Within the short time before the extermination began, you learned so much about him. Like his obsession with ducks, for example. Most things stayed the same however.

The two of you grew closer in that time. And when time came for the extermination, you wanted to be there by his side still. You would not allow him to be taken from you again.

Though he begged you not to join the fight, you did anyway. You were determined to spend the rest of eternity with him. Even if he didn't love you back, he was here with you now. And that's all that mattered.

In the midst of the battle you had gotten injured, you witness Lucifer's rage unfold as he killed the angel that harmed you. You witness the same rage as he protected his daughter from Adam.

Even with his demonic form, you still saw Lucifer for who is was then, and who he is now. You loved him all the same. And you were thankful, that by the end of the battle, that Lucifer was still alive.

You could die happily, knowing that...

But Lucifer would never allow that.

It was thanks to him you'd live to see another day, though, it would take some time to recover. It didn't bother you, because it meant spending more time with him.

He'd stay by your side, keeping you company, and took care of your wounds. All the while, feeling guilty. You didn't need to get involved in that fight. And you wouldn't have gotten involved and hurt, if you had stayed in heaven.

Where you belong...

You shouldn't have to be down here with the rest of those scummy sinners. You should be spending eternity in paradise, even if that paradise was only surface level. It pained him to know you gave up so much, just for him. He didn't deserve that kindness.

That's how he felt anyway.

He just couldn't understand why you'd do all of this for him.

As you recovered, as the days turned to weeks and into months, you two would only grow closer. With every passing moment, Lucifer felt his life had finally taken a turn for the better.

Of course he was happy when he and his daughter became close again, but to have you back in his life...

He swore it felt like he was dreaming.

Slowly, he began to understand. Why you would give up everything to be with him.

"I love you, Lucifer."

It was a sudden confession, but one you felt would destroy you if you never spoke the truth. You told him as you two were looking back on memories of when you were both young.

Remembering the good times, along with the painful ones. It just pushed you that much further into saying what you wanted to from the very start.

Now. Now he truly understood why.

He would do the same for you in a heart because...

"I love you too, Y/n."

It felt like heaven, hearing those words. The only thing that could top it, was the feel of his lips on your own.

So many years had gone by, neither of you knowing such bliss until now. Lucifer thought he had found it once, only for the feeling to be cut short. But now, he knew this would last.

You'd both go many years from now on, in each other's embrace, never to be severed again...

(My first time writing for Lucifer! I hope I did good lol. Might do more in the future~)

[doctorsiren]

“If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you”

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: I bring wine soaked bread to the park for the pigeons, with their countless rotating wings and many eyes of blinding white. I believe they used to call them angels, a long time ago. 

[donutdrawsthings]

I just finished the Flux storyline and it makes me so upset they introduced this cool idea to us and then IMMEDIATELY took it away again the next episode!! The Doctor turning into a weeping angel would have been such a cool plot point!!

[denkies]

Me: i ❤ doomed relationship

The doomed relationship: *fulfills the "doomed" title*

Me: