#its like when in danger hold Lucifer's hand for protection

[marathedemonoverlord]

Yalls you ever develop pattern of interactions with the characters in OM?

Like for instance with Lucifer I'm either snarky tender or shy and as such whenever there's a moment in game where I feel scared or get the option I hold his hand (Like in OG OM before you reveal going to the attic you have the option to hold his hand and I always take those options because it makes me feel safer)

Okay but then I just tried that in Nightbringer and the dude is like "The fuck you doing?" And I'm just like "Oh... Sorry force of habit." Like OOF. Hand privileges are revoked and I'm feeling it now (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

Damn it now I get those sad fics where MC is distressed their Demon homies don't remember them 😔

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay okay but consider this

Mammon has just met MC their """"demon"""" attendant who is confident and competent and dangerous and protective and funny and who is kind and caring and there for him, who listens to him when he's upset and comes when he calls, no questions asked and who holds his hand when he's scared

So of course, he falls hopelessly in love with them almost instantly. How could he resist? Could you resist?

And he's never been in love before or had any sort of relationship before, what with the celestial realm and most of its angels being as strict as they are. And he says he previously had no interest in humans

So this is the first time he can explore what he likes and they're confident and competent and dangerous and protective and remember how flustered he gets when MC says they'll protect him in the first dame event, or how he asks them to tell him what to do next when they have sex for the first time in S2????

And you know how Mammon loves with his entire goddamned being

Anyway Mammon's gonna develop a very specific type and some very specific kinks

And then MC's gonna return to the present and Mammon's gonna forget them but remember their presence and keep the impact of their existence in the past - meaning whatever they did will remain that way (eg: encouraging Lucifer to hide Goldie in the fridge) like what happened in s3

Anyway cut to like 5000 years later and Lucifer's dumped some random human on his lap and he really doesn't wanna do this shit and HOLY FUCK WHY IS THIS HUMAN EXACTLY HIS TYPE AND MEETING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS KINKS WHAT THE F U C K

[vikkirosko]

Hi, I was wondering if I could order some angst, with a side of fluff.

I was thinking we could do a one shot with lucifer where the reader got into some trouble with people (anyone really loan sharks whatever) and ended up getting killed, but not with angelic weapon so you'd eventually come back and stuff it might just take a while. How would he deal with those people. Would he make you go on bed rest and make you soup in bed. Maybe give you a support rubber duckies. Maybe he'd be very gentle, like too gentle and you have to reassure him it's okie to like hug you and stuff.

Sorry his idea popped in my head and hasn't made its way out.

Thank you, and make sure to take care of yourself.

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Oneshot Don't ever die again 🐍

When Lucifer saw Angel Dust hurriedly carrying you, covered in blood, to your room, he realized that something bad had happened. He hurried to you, and Angel tried to calm Lucifer down, but he couldn't do it. As it turned out, you were returning to the hotel and you were attacked by several bandits who perceived you two as easy prey. You fought them, but they killed you. When Lucifer heard about this, he felt his heart stop, but Angel hastily said that you were not killed with an angelic weapon, which means you should have woken up relatively soon. Since that day, Lucifer has hardly left your side. He would have dealt with the sinners who hurt you himself if it wasn't for the fact that Angel killed them earlier. You were on bed rest because your wounds needed time to heal. Lucifer brought you food that he cooked himself, made sure that you didn't overexert yourself, and in the evenings sat with you until you fell asleep. But even after you fell asleep, Lucifer stayed by your side. He was scared. He was afraid that if he left, he would come back to find that you were dead, but completely. He still remembered how you lay on the bed, not breathing, and how he couldn't find peace until you started breathing again. He was afraid of losing you, just as he was afraid of losing his daughter. He loved you, and was ready to protect you from all dangers, but Lucifer was not always there, and this made his fear stronger. Now, looking at you sleeping peacefully in bed, he held your hand and could only hope that you would be safe. Realizing that he should have left, Lucifer tried to get up, but even though you were asleep, you continued to hold his hand. Lucifer understood that he was unable to leave you now, so he lay down next to you, feeling how fatigue began to get the better of him. He didn't know how yet, but he was going to protect you from all the dangers you might encounter in Hell. Already on the verge of sleep, Lucifer, feeling your warmth, whispered a single phrase.

"Please don't ever die again..."

[shapard]

Thorned 🥀

Lucifer x fem!reader

Zombie Apocalypse Au

Violence, murder, slight NSFW, mention of SA

Think you're the shit, bitch? You're not even the fart.

Do any of you remember Nightcore?

Earned it

Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4

To say you two haven’t been fucking these couple day's is complete false. 

The way his hips moved forward to feel your walls clamp around you was just way to addictive.

This time Lucifer was on top of you as he bullied his dick into your tight pussy. He muffled your moans with a passionate kiss and his forked tongue was fighting for dominance. 

You found it quite weird that his tongue was formed almost like a snake. But to achieve that look there are surgeries, right?

When you two reach your highs, Lucifer held tight onto your waist as he finishes inside you. Your walls sucked him inside greedily and he moaned in content. 

You slipped down the shirt onto you while Lucifer rest beside you. His eyes never torn away from your body. Your body was way to pretty, not to be appreciated. 

He loved every stretch mark or other beautiful trade your body was giving you. A true art piece of nature he could watch for hours. 

Even though the sex was just a distraction from the apocalypse, he kind of grew more found of you.

Maybe a bit too much. 

“I’m going to catch fresh air.” You said and Lucifer hummed. He watched when you walked outside of the cabin. He stretched his body and sighed in relief. He forced himself to sit up and get ready for another day.

You sat outside behind the fence as your eyes travelled the area. It was oddly quiet for a day in the forest, signaling you that the summer is almost over. 

Birds started to fly into another country to stay warm. You wished you could just do that. Fly away from all the trouble and pain that built up in the last months. 

1. Your boyfriend is a cheater.

2. Your friend was the one he cheated with.

3. A zombie apocalypse started.

4. Your boyfriend almost assaulted you.

A cracking sound of a branch caught your attention, and you quickly took your butterfly knife into your hand.

You put the knife back to its shell when you heard human voices.

Why does this kinda thing happen, every time you were outside alone?

You watched when two men came in view. One had a machete and the other had a dagger in his hand. They were quick to pick up your presence. 

“A girl?” one of the men said pointed towards you and the other one approached you. Under their gaze you remind yourself that you only have a shirt on with underwear.

Who could’ve known that you’ll meet other humans in an apocalypse?

You pressed your shirt a bit more down, embarrassed that they'll see more than they should. 

“Who are you?” The sudden voice of Lucifer scared you and he pulled you behind him. Lucifers body language was a true fascinating sight.

He stood protectively in front of you, his body appeared quite larger than usual. 

One of the guys raised his hands in defense. “We didn’t know she belonged to you, buddy.” They tried to calm lucifer down, but this comment only enraged him more.

“She belongs to herself, buddy.” His voice dripped with venom as his grip tightened around his sword.

Since when has Lucifer a sword? 

The other guy frowned and crossed his arms in front of him. “Isn’t there someone pissed?” Lucifer growled; you were scared what will happen to those men. Maybe one blink and they will be just itty-bitty pieces of tofu.

The fear against Lucifer started to swell in your chest and quickly overshadows the worry you had for those men. 

Your mind was screaming for you to leave, but you stayed on Lucifer's side. Even though he is the danger your mind warns you about. But you listened to your heart.

Your hand softly touched Lucifers shoulder. A useless attempt to hold Lucifer back. Because the moment one of these guys comment rudely to your body Lucifer lost it.

The sword with an apple sigil on it pierced through one of the skulls. The other man who held the dagger started to go for an attack. But not against Lucifer, no. You were his Target. 

The butterfly knife was quickly armed in your hand. You jumped out of his attack range. You hissed when you landed into the hard mutt surface.

Your knee and arm were scraped open and pulsated hard. Lucifer reacted quickly at your cry. He kicked the guy into a large stone, and it cracked at the impact. 

How can he move so fast?

Lucifers sword went smooth through the flesh and bones of the man’s shoulder, and he shouted in horror. 

Lucifer crouched down to meet the guy’s eye level. The guy groaned when Lucifer twirled the sword slowly. “You should’ve run rather than attacking her.” His voice was unrecognizable. It was way darker than usual.

He sounded like a different person. 

Your gaze shifted to the guy, and he looked like he saw a ghost. A scream echoed through the quiet woods, the birds escaped through the sky. You were terrified when you looked at the headless body in front of Lucifer.

Blood covered His face and body. You can't see his expression because his back was in your view. You asked yourself what the guy's last moment looked like.

Lucifer cleaned his sword from the blood with a simple strike in the air. 

Lucifer stepped towards you and pulled you up in bridal style. “Are you alright?” His voice was soft, and he held you so gentle and with tender care. A complete parallel universe to what happened a few seconds ago.

You hummed but your thoughts were somewhere else. 

Why was he so scared of Lucifer? 

Why was Lucifer so angry? 

“I can walk.” You said and Lucifer quickly apologized and put you back down. The whole walk back to the cabin was quiet.

Lucifer was worried and scared that he almost couldn’t breathe. Lucifer was always protective to people he cared of. 

He may not love you in a romantic way, but he still loves you in a friendship way. So, he was worried about you.

How you’ll accept his more brutal side or not. Lucifer started to bite at his long nail as he watches you looking towards the ground with a frown. 

He really hopes that you didn’t saw what he keeps from you. 

___

You took a deep breath as you looked outside, watching the rain falling unbothered on the blood covered earth. “I think we should start to move.” It was way to dangerous here. The footprints were just another proof that the cabin isn’t as safe as you thought. 

The tension between you and Lucifer was sickening. Ever since the little fight happened you found yourself afraid of him. Whatever he did to those guys, he could do way worse. Maybe even to you. 

Lucifer was playing around with a small in his hands flower he found in front of your cabin. He knows that you’re afraid of him, obviously. Who wouldn’t after someone kills two Humans without any remorse. But he doesn’t regret it. 

Like the flower he was holding in his head, you can break easy. 

Lucifer saw it in your eyes how afraid you were of everything that made some noise. And when he was in front of you, you’d play it off. So of course, he wants to protect you of any danger. 

You were his only friend he had in these years on earth. Leaving the cabin is the best way of doing that. The blood from the men would only attract more of those zombies. 

Lucifers eyes travelled down, taking every detail in from the delicate flower in his hand. He looks back at your figure, the flower in his hands slowly burned in his hand. 

The longer you’ll stay with him the more you’ll be tainted. 

You don’t know how much trouble waits for you the longer you’ll stay with him. 

But he doesn’t care. 

Not when you look at him with those eyes of adoration. The fear in your heart won’t last long. 

He neared you carefully, like a predator its pray. His sharp canines drew blood, filling his mouth with the taste of iron. The soft golden blood dripped down his chin when he smiled down at you. He took your chin softly between his fingers and pulled you into a soft kiss. 

The kiss startled you, but you soon gave in. 

An iron flavor with a soft note of Apple and sweetness melted into your tongue. It was delicious. This is how you imagined the forbidden apple would taste. 

Lucifer broke the kiss, his blood now all gone. He smiled in victory, and you tilted your head in confusing. “Why are you looking at me like you won the biggest prize?” 

You don’t really want to ask for the kiss, why he did it. Lucifer was always very touchy since the whole fucking in the friendship happened. He always reminded you it was nothing personal, he just like hugs. 

Right, this relationship is only platonic. 

Nothing serious.

You know that, of course you do. If it was something else, you wouldn’t even have agreed in the first place. But your heart ached at the thought of rejection. 

You cursed under your breath. You don’t want to feel this feeling of falling in love. 

Not after this whole heartbreak with Striker. 

Lucifers smirk falls when he saw you back off from his touch. He doesn’t want to admit it, but his ego was a bit hurt at the rejection. 

He coughed into his balled fist and went to grab the remaining things of the cabin. Leaving this place was like a sting in your heart. 

The small butterfly knife in your hand and in the other Lucifers hand was intertwined with yours. Don’t look back, it’s the best. And that’s exactly what you did. 

You two walked deeper into the dark forest leaving the comfortable cabin behind you. Lucifer cut off some roots that were in the way and tracked you perfectly around the woods. Lucifer stopped in his track as he looked at the end of the forest. 

You two were on top of a cliff. Below the cliff was a couple sitting across a campfire. The sight soften your heart and you couldn’t help but smile at the couple. They were surviving like the two of you. 

Well, almost, the only difference is that they loved each other dearly. Your teeth gritted as soon as you saw a Zombie herd walking in a fast pace towards the couple. 

You don’t know what has gotten into you, but your feet moved towards the dead end. Lucifer gripped your hand tight; it’ll bruise under the force. “Let me go!” Lucifer let out a breathy irony laugh, “You really think I’ll let you go down there?” 

You growled in anger and pushed your legs harder to escape Lucifers death grip. “They need help!” You screamed on top of your lungs, you started to cry when Lucifer still held you tight. “Kitty, they’ll be already dead before you even get there.” Lucifers heart broke when you shook your head furiously. 

With every tear drop fell onto the ground it felt like a shot in his heart. 

Delicate as a flower, a flower he must protect. 

He pushed you onto his chest, covering your eyes in the process. His fingers pressed softly down on your ear to mute all the screams that filled the air. The moment when Lucifer pulled back his hands and all you saw was blood were once the so peaceful couple was. Your legs gave up under you and you cried into your hands. “Poor kitty cat.” Lucifer mumbles as he sat down beside you. You can trust him. He’ll be with you when you’re about to break.

A/n: So, what are y'all thinking rn?

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A/N I have some requests in the chain above this one but wanted to post something that was a stand alone and not a part to another fic I wrote earlier because of how long I have been away. I promise the two requests lined up before this (pt 3 of till death do us part and pt 4 to cover up) will be out soon! Also, this request reminds me of Cinder by Marissa Meyer so there is some mild inspo from that in here (and loose quoting. sorry. I got carried away.).

What it Means to be a Person (Alastor x Cyborg!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Y/n gave an arm and a leg to the fight against the exterminators and feels she has lost her humanity by the bionic replacements Lucifer and Charlie gifted her in return. Alastor reminds her that not all is lost, she can still dance, after all.

Warnings: Hurt//comfort. This might've ended up a little more angsty than intended and I kinda ran away with the prompt. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 2,246

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“Imagine there was a cure, but it would cost you everything. What would you do?”

Y/n's question hung in the air of the dimly lit kitchen, echoing off the uncertainties late hours like this one always seemed to carry. Alastor froze where he stood by the stove, his hang halfway to the kettle whistling away upon it. He turned to face her where she sat at the far end of the rough hewn kitchen table, her head in her hands and her hair acting as a curtain, as a shield, hiding her face from view.

The meeting had been an accident. Alastor had found himself craving a cup of tea to accompany his late night preparations for tomorrows broadcast and when he had entered the kitchen, he had found her sitting there. Since the day Y/n had shown up at the hotel in all her bright and wild exuberance, Alastor had felt a connection with the girl. She was bubbly, a showman at heart with a soft spot for the macabre, how could he not automatically find a certain level of camaraderie with her? Everything had changed after the battle with Heaven a few weeks before.

Y/n had fought valiantly, using all her brains and brawn to protect the place she had come to call her home and the people she had discovered to be her family. The battle did not take her life, but she did give an arm and a leg to its hungry fervor. With Lucifer's help, Charlie had managed to get her an appointment with a well known doctor in Pentagram City. The man had given Y/n back her ability to stand, to reach for things, but had taken the mangled remains of her human form in the process. She had been brought back to square one, learning how to walk, to hold a pencil. She had been filled to the brim with wires that allowed her to control her new appendages.

The conversation had been an accident as well. Alastor hadn't meant to open the can of worms he was now sifting through. He had just spotted her sitting there, had casually asked how she was doing. Y/n was always so human, so much more human than he was capable of being. It was the only thing that had ever held him back from taking what he wanted, that wild and irrevocable humanity of hers.

"I would take the cure." Alastor replied after a moment, turning back to the stove and at last lifting the kettle, pouring the hot water into his favorite mug, "It would be better than the alternative."

With a decided intent in his step, he made his way over to her. The legs of the chair scraped dangerously across the floor as he pulled it out and took a seat beside her. Y/n looked up.

Alastor was shocked at what he saw. Y/n had been hiding since the battle, claiming that she was recuperating. No one had any reason to doubt her given the injuries she had sustained but now, Alastor was not so sure. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles dulling the pink of her cheeks. She was silver in the moonlight as it streamed through the window but she did not shine as she normally seemed to.

"I'm not human anymore."

Y/n's voice was cracked and raw, it only made him love her more. Out of all the creatures in Hell, she was the only one who would worry about such a thing, he was sure of it. Alastor had to stop himself from laughing, focusing on the heat of the cup held between his hands.

"You never were. You haven't been in a long time." he mused in response and Y/n sighed.

"I don't feel like a person anymore."

Again, another contradiction. Y/n was a demon, through and through. Not quite an overlord but powerful, well on her way to becoming one. There was nothing human about that in Alastor's eyes. The way he saw it, the moment a soul died they stopped being a person, no matter where in the afterlife they ended up. It was clear she would not agree. They had never talked of such matters before, it was an unexpected revelation. Alastor took a deep breath.

"Why?"

Y/n was silent, her eyes returning to the table as she traced the grains of the wood. It was unlike him, the concern, the curiosity for such an emotional matter. Alastor had long since given up on trying to make sense of the things she provoked in him. He tried again.

"How do you define being human? Is it what you look like? What you're made up of? Or is it who you are."

It was a clumsy attempt. There had been no need to provide comfort for a long time, not since Alastor had been alive. He was out of practice but, he supposed, caring for another was rather like riding a bike. Once you learned how it was done, you never really forgot.

"Who you are but..." Y/n's eyes met his once again, the conflict occuring behind them apparent.

She was unsheltered, the facade was gone. Alastor would consider himself close with the demon, closer perhaps than anyone else at the hotel but still, he had never seen her like this. His heart hurt.

"At the same time," she continued solemnly, "there is more to it than that."

"How do you define humanity?"

Y/n thought for a moment.

"Dancing. Spending time with friends, having people who care about you. Making meals together, reading books and poetry. Making art. Feeling one with the world around you, being a part of the earth we all come from."

Alastor held another laugh at bay. It wasn't out of the blue but, at the same time, there was something strange about hearing the words as they left her lips. He took a sip of his drink, the hot liquid worming its way down his throat and into his stomach.

"Doesn't the fact that you now find yourself to be inhuman at all show at least some of those?"

Y/n cocked her head to the side in confusion, her brow furrowing. Alastor sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"What I mean is that the reason you have those bionic limbs of yours at all is because you have people who care about you enough to get them for you and you cared enough about other people to give up what you originally had. If that isn't having people who care about you, spending time with friends, being one with the world around you, I don't know what is."

"But I am not of the earth any longer." Y/n ruefully replied.

"You are."

"How? I am naught but metal now. I traded steel for skin."

In the weakness of the night breeze, she seemed to slip into the skin she once wore. Flowery language, a posh, nearly transatlantic accent, shoulders straight and strong, all reminders of her upper class upbringing from so long ago. He could almost see her now as she must've been. It was a trick of the light.

"You were buried, right?"

Y/n nodded.

"I believe so. Beside my mother."

"Then you are forever of the earth."

"To the earth we must return," Y/n nodded after a moment in solemn agreement, "but I will never dance again."

Alastor had never even known it was something she had enjoyed. The time for questions was later, he got to his feet, his cup left abandoned on the table.

Alastor summoned his staff with a wave of his hand, leaning it against the sideboard as a soft song began playing from its speaker. Turning to Y/n once again, he offered her his hand. Y/n eyed it tentatively before reaching out her own to grab it.

With a shake of Alastor's head, she halted mid movement. He didn't need words to get his point across, Y/n just didn't like it. Lowering her hand, she raised the other. It was heavier, made from something other than flesh. There was an ungainly sense to the way she moved it. It didn't flow graceful through the air, it was too heavy for that. The metal of her fingers was cold and harsh against his palm as he helped her ineptly to her feet.

"Ella Fitzgerald." she mused softly, her eyes on his microphone.

"I didn't know you liked jazz."

Y/n's eyes met his once again and she gave him a half hearted smile.

"Growing up in the 1930s and being someone who held distaste towards jazz would have been an impossibility, wouldn't you agree?"

He had known she was alive sometime around the turn of the century but, that had been it. Alastor grinned from ear to ear at this subtle revelation.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Letting go of her hand, Alastor took a step back. He bowed. Y/n couldn't help it, she laughed a little.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Alastor looked up at her, still bowing as their eyes met. Slowly, he straightened himself up, holding a hand out to her once again.

"Y/n, would you do me the absolute honor of sharing this dance?"

He had hoped his showmanship would make her smile, make her laugh even, the way it normally did. Instead, she withdrew her arms to her chest, taking a halting step backwards as she shook her head. Alastor's gaze softened. He had never seen her afraid before.

"Please."

"I..."

Y/n's eyes flitted wildly around the room, searching for any excuse, any fodder for her escape. At last, she relented, hesitantly placing her hand back into his own.

"Okay."

Her voice was soft, almost breathless. Alastor pulled her into him, snaking an arm around her waist as she placed her other on his shoulder.

"See?" he asked as they began to dance, "All is not lost to you."

There was nothing elegant about her movements. Y/n grimaced.

"But it is not the same either. Once I was something grand."

"Change is inevitable. You are still someone grand."

"Not change like this."

Alastor spun her out, catching Y/n in his arms as she almost tripped over the weight of her foot.

"Why do you hate it so much? Is it vanity?"

“Vanity is a factor," Y/n admitted, "but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth and I am not made up of the same materials I once was."

"Change is inevitable." Alastor said again and was overjoyed when Y/n rolled her eyes, smiling slightly as his response, "You're still beautiful, almost more so now."

This took her aback. The tingle of a question at the back of her mind was outweighed by shock. She stilled, still pressed close to Alastor as the music filtered softly into their ears.

"What?"

"Before you shined, but just on the inside." Alastor admitted, refusing to look away from her wide eyes even as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks, "Now you do on the outside as well, see?"

He held the hand he clasped tightly in his own up to the light streaming in through the window. The moon glinted off the silver surface of the metal, sending playful patterns scattering across the walls of the kitchen. Y/n's breath caught in her throat.

"And you can still dance. Why don't you help me with dinner tomorrow?"

It was something they had done on occasion before the extermination, cook for the inhabitants of the Hazbin Hotel together.

"Why are you doing this?"

The smile slipped from Alastor's face.

"I don't understand." Y/n shook her head, pushing herself away from Alastor and wrapping her arms around her torso, "Why are you doing all this for me?"

The answer was simple. Sometimes, the truest things in life are.

"Because I love you." he admitted, "And it pains me to see you like this."

"I..."

He had known it was too good to be true. The music stopped, his staff vanishing into thin air as quickly as it had appeared.

"I'll go. Just... make sure you get some sleep tonight, I know you havent been."

He was halfway to the door, mostly past her, when he felt the cool grip of her hand on the exposed skin of his wrist. Alastor stopped, he turned. There was a minute bravery in the act. Not that she had stopped him, that she had grabbed his arm. If anything, that was the most normal thing that had occurred all evening. No, it was the arm she had chosen to use, the one she held such conflict over and saw as something to be embarrassed about, ashamed of.

She stood tense in the moonlight, her free hand raised to her chest.

"I..."

Y/n's mind was spinning, her thoughts firing off at a thousand miles a minute. She wanted to say it, knew it was true, but something stopped her. She wasn't ready.

"Thank you, Alastor."

Alastor smiled softly, almost sadly over at her. Gently, he removed her hand from his wrist, holding it in his own and patting it gently.

"Always."

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“Imagine there was a cure, but it would cost you everything. What would you do?” -> taken from “Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?” in Cinder by Marissa Meyer

“Vanity is a factor," Y/n admitted, "but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth and I am not made up of the same materials I once was." -> taken from “Vanity is a factor, but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth.” in Cinder by Marissa Meyer

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"WORDLESS"

THE BAD BATCH ECHO x NON GENDERED READER FAN FIC

A brilliant revolutionary is rendered handicapped and loses hope. Echo steps in to help them restore their life...and finds love.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Angst, pain, crying, injury, handicapped characters dealing with their condition, kissing and sweetness. I researched Aphasia some, but PLEASE do not come for me. I am not claiming to be an expert. And, I did my very best to be respectful of portraying this medical disorder. My aim was to portray a healthy and devoted relationship with two people who have a physical and mental disability.

No smut (However, all you Echo Lovers who would like a SEPARATE smutty story with these two, PLEASE MESSAGE ME!)

(Divider credit: @hereindreamlandpng @sister-lucifer, Pinterest pic credit: will)

Listen as you read: "Don't Forsake Me" by Ofra Haza

Lyrics:

Don't cast me away When I start to fade When my mind's unmade Don't forsake me When my strength has ebbed Don't forsake me

I know the day will come I know the day will come And all my life will be haze and spark Don't ever leave me in the dark

Don't cast me away When I start to fade When my mind's unmade Don't forsake me When my strength has ebbed Don't forsake me Oh, Oh, Oh Don't cast me away

Tech adjusted his goggles while reading the holopad.  “Your name is becoming very visible throughout the galaxy. I believe the Outer Rim is NOW referring to you as ‘The Bearer of Emancipation’” 

“Kinda cool...but kinda dangerous, eh?”  Wrecker mused. 

“PROMISED Omega we’d ALL come home safe” Hunter added “And NOT bring the Empire hot on our heels to Pabu.” 

I smiled widely feeling EXTRA confident in my abilities promoting clone rights and an overall galaxy wide rebellion post Order 66. "No worries, boys. We're making wonderful headway!" 

It all started out for me as a destitute desert rat the Batch picked up while on their travels. They occasionally helped Rex with his Clone Rebellion.  The “Sassy Jokester” or the “Brilliant Orator” the boys called me.  I really had no skills that would cause them to keep me around.  Not as a medic, mechanic, cook, or anything else for that matter.  Just someone with a quick wit and courageous mouth.  They said my words gave them hope and a reason to feel like actual human beings.  And the laughs...all the laughs too. 

Then, on a mission for Rex, I met ECHO.   

In one afternoon, he wooed me with his rebellious passion for freedom and a safer galaxy.  He commed Senator Chuchi, who I had NEVER heard of.  We spoke and I was hooked. 

From that point on I became a REVOLUTIONARY! 

I traveled to so many worlds with so many different squads.  Deviating which clones would protect me while meeting the galaxy’s citizens.  Changing hearts and minds for The Rebellion. 

We had managed to largely avoid any snags with the Empire...or its cult of followers. 

So far. 

ENVOY____, ENVOY _____!!!  A young girl no older than 6 years old appeared, jumping up and down excitedly. 

She was genuinely thrilled to meet me.  Holding a festively colored box in her hands. 

I broke ranks with the boys and approached her. 

“Envoy...I... wouldn’t do that.”  Hunter warned. 

Scoffing at Hunter’s alarm, I continued to approach.  This planet was safe, and we experienced no issues with the people here... 

Her face lit up as I approached.  She held out the box to me “One of your fans told me to give this to you.” 

Crosshair’s agitated voice squawked over Hunter’s comm behind me.  He did NOT sound like his usual calm self while keeping the sniper’s view of our group... 

Her innocent face.  The face of Hope...of a peaceful future. 

Before I could take the box from her hands, it was shot to the ground from above.   

A second later Hunter grabbed the little girl, flipping and jumping away... 

The last thing I saw was Wrecker’s armor around me with the blinding light of an explosion behind him... 

Then...fade to black... 

I awoke in a rudimentary med ward, on an elevated hover stretcher with a rickety stainless-steel table next to it.  On it lay a water canteen and an empty bedpan.   

There’s a quiet yawn, turning to see Hunter seated next to me.  He had just awakened too. 

He said something.  I could hear him...but his words made no sense.  Hunter babbled in a language I barely understood.  I could read his facial expressions though: relief, love...then changing to doubt and concern the more he spoke. 

He spoke into his comm. 

My tensions began to rise... 

Minutes later Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair warily, but relieved filed into the room as Hunter commed someone else. 

Tech approached and began talking to me.  He spoke what seemed volumes before I could discern the occasional word.   

Why was this so difficult?  Why did I feel like they were speaking an alien language? 

I opened my mouth to Tech, thinking he would be able to understand... 

...and a guttural sound fell from my mouth.  I tried again and again.  Same thing. 

I felt the tears on my cheeks.  Hunter gently wiped them away, rubbing circles on my shoulder with his other hand. 

Becoming more hysterical with every attempt to speak... 

Crosshair motioned from across the room with the air he reserved for making snide, but hilarious comments to lighten the mood.  He was not a cuddler like Hunter. 

His sinuous voice pulled the curtain back from my lack of understanding.  Where I would normally laugh, I could only mumble unintelligibly. 

Then he doubled down, clearly now NOT paying attention to Tech’s facts, nor Hunter growling at him “Crosshair, this is NOT the time or place!” 

Wrecker, standing next to Cross, trying to silence his brother to no avail...highly aware of my stress and anxiety... 

Then...Crosshair’s voice cuts through my mental haze like a knife through flesh...wounding... 

“Are you DEAF and DUMB???” 

I SNAPPED! 

He ducks just fast enough to not be struck by the stainless-steel bedpan as it hits the wall.  There’s fear in HIS eyes and immense guilt as I SCREAM at him...in an unhinged way.  I sound like an angry animal. 

Wrecker slides over and presses himself into a corner.  Trying to make himself smaller.  He DOESN’T know what to do. 

My screams of rage ramp down to a mournful howl because I AM SCARING HIM. 

“HE DIDN’T MEAN IT!”  Hunter grabs both of my arms.  His expression compassionate and... perhaps too forgiving... 

My anger FLARES as he attempts to lessen the blow of his brother's horrible choice of words.   

ALWAYS defending him!  

WHY can’t Crosshair be more empathetic?   

WHY must Hunter step in for this GROWN man? 

He suddenly realizes his mistake the second I slam my hands into his chest, pushing him away... 

...too strong for me to hurt him... 

But his FEELINGS are torn to shreds...and it shows. 

Tech is attempting to talk AT ME thinking perhaps his LOGIC would prevail in an otherwise VERY EMOTIONALLY charged situation. 

“...a TRAUMATIC brain injury...Aphasia...you can vocalize, however are currently unable to form words.”   

Then he sets his datapad onto my lap. 

“Perhaps...TYPE the message you wish us to comprehend?” 

I inhale SHARPLY.  The keys on the touchscreen resembled an angular string of symbols...and were totally unrecognizable to me. 

These SYMBOLS should MEAN SOMETHING! 

Tech was so sure of my abilities... 

A panic attack grips me.  I let out a crestfallen moan, shaking my head.  No longer even paying attention to the men in the room.   

I want to escape.  To outrun the situation. I MUST GET OUT OF HERE!!! 

Sliding from the stretcher and totally mistakin that my legs would support me post medical coma... 

And falling HEAVILY to the med unit floor, taking the stainless-steel table with it.  The water in the canteen spills all over me and the floor as I fall stomach down with a SLAP! 

IMMEDIATELY, hands on me...trying to lift... 

But my RAGE flares AGAIN! 

Punching and slapping at the well-meaning men...I FORCE them to retreat... 

So that I may lay upon the floor and keep screaming until I'm hoarse. 

Finally, silence, I inhale sharply...and exhale raggedly.  The room is silent enough to hear a pin drop. 

And the familiar thudding of boots entering the room... 

Metal boots. 

They appear in my line of vision. 

A soft but gruff voice speaks “Now...what’s this?” as he kneels. 

Then pulls me wet and bruised off the floor and into his arms.  I hug his neck.  Then try to speak.  Nothing but noise comes out. 

He strokes my hair “I won’t lie.  It’s going to be a HUGE adjustment.” 

I look up into those amber eyes as I feel his cold metal scomp on my back.   

“Up you go.” As Echo lifts and places me back onto the hover stretcher.  Hunter carefully sets a clean gown next to me as Tech hurriedly rights the table and wipes up the water. 

Crosshair stands slumped with a defeated expression.  Wrecker pokes him in the back HARD. 

He straightens up.  “I... shouldn’t have said that.”  Crosshair’s eyes meet yours.  “I’m sorry.” 

I nod.  Forgiving him while wiping my face. 

Hunter squeezes my shoulder “We’ll let you have some space.” Then ushers his brothers out of the room. 

Echo stays behind and helps me change into the dry hospital gown.  He can tell from my expression I am extremely grateful for his support. 

“I ALMOST just missed seeing you awake.” 

My eyes shot up to him in surprise. 

“Heh...been visiting you the past few weeks since the accident.  Of course, you’ve been out and didn’t know it.  You know...in-between missions...” 

He’s rubbing the back of his neck in the awkward way he does when slightly embarrassed. 

My eyes soften. 

He smiles.   

“My ship had JUST left...then Hunter commed me...” 

He steps closer tentatively and takes my hand. 

“From the tone of his voice...thought I...uh...WE had LOST you...” He looks so PAINED by the thought. 

I couldn’t hold back...he’s been such an ally.  But he’s more than that to me.  Someone very precious.  I LOVE ALL the clones... 

But Echo has a VERY special place in my heart. 

Pulling him close and embracing him, I sigh. 

“I don’t know WHAT I’d do if I lost you.” He whispers in my ear. 

I caress his cheek, then pull back from our embrace to gently kiss his lips. 

He inhales sharply. 

I know this is the FIRST kiss he has EVER experienced in his life.  Then I place his hand against my heart, trying to communicate my feelings for him.  

He understands completely. 

“Will you come with me?  I... mean AFTER you’re taken care of medically.  Just...can’t leave you again.” 

I’m elated...but uncertain about the future.  How can I continue my work?  It would be IMPOSSIBLE to advocate if I cannot speak... 

“You’ll find your voice.  We’ll figure SOMETHING out.  You’re not done.” 

I moan quietly and shake my head. 

Then I think of what he’s been through.  Now standing here, having picked me up off the floor with one arm, traveling through the galaxy fighting for peace, then coming back time and again to my bedside...a man missing most of his body, whose mind had been tormented for so long... 

In his eyes I see HOPE. 

If Echo can do it, so can I. 

Pabu is a beautiful place to recover.  The sunlight, perfect weather...and the people are so attentive and caring.  I sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in. My clone family has been nothing but wonderful and supportive.

But I can’t stay here forever.  There’s work to do.  Especially if I want EVERYONE in the universe to be able to have a safe home and their freedom. 

I still cannot speak.  According to Tech I may NEVER regain my verbalization.  But he was delighted that I was lucky enough to understand the spoken word.  Not everyone with this injury can. 

“See you made it down here by yourself today.” Echo’s pride shows as he approaches.  He’d usually lead me down the rocky steps to the sand.   

He’s dressed only in his deep red bodysuit bottoms.  Confidently showing off his prosthetics and mechanics.  Something he would have NEVER done before we met.  His skin is beginning to lose that ghostly pallor. 

I give him an “of course” expression and he smiles.  He knows I’ve been pushing myself hard.  We won’t leave Pabu until I’m cleared medically by Tech. Physical therapy works wonders with mobility.  Then there’s the lessons... 

“Here’s your teacher now.” 

Omega sprints across the beach towards us.  She’s wearing a rainbow tie dye swimsuit.  Something her and Lyana made one happy Pabu summer day. 

“Are you ready?” She’s excited and hopeful.   

They both join me on the blanket. 

“Ok, recap.  Show me what we worked on yesterday.” Omega slips into tutor mode. 

I roll my eyes and sign in Standard Basic The quick silver Vulptice jumps over the lazy Lurca. 

“PERFECT!” Omega claps her hands ecstatically. 

I want something FUN!  When will I learn swear words? 

Omega laughs into her hands and blushes. 

“That’s MY department.” Echo embraces me, pulling my back to his chest.  Then leans into my ear whispering something and gestures with his scomp and hand...a very interesting swear word indeed! 

Omega explodes into even wilder laughter and falls backward onto the sand. 

“What’s SO FUNNY” Hunter asks as he approaches. 

Nothing I sign, but giggle. 

He glances at Echo and I, then winks with a mischievous grin. 

Wrecker sets down a huge cooler of food and drinks, then takes Shep’s hand as they make a beeline for the water in their matching swim trunks.   

Batcher tears past and Omega runs after her. 

Tech and Phee approach.  She holds aloft a beautiful bottle of deep amber alcohol “Hondo sends his FINEST rum.  It’s been sold out since the Empire put an alcohol prohibition on their stormtroopers.  He held this baby back just for US!” 

Tech spreads another big blanket onto the sand as Phee hands the rum to Hunter.  Then she removes her gauzy sarong to reveal a beautifully beaded and woven earth toned bikini.  Tech is captivated by this.  Standing there smiling in his plain beige and heavily pocketed cargo shorts. 

Then he scoops her up lovingly over his shoulder and walks calmly into the ocean.  She squeals playfully. 

Crosshair opens a HUGE beach umbrella and sinks it into the sand, parking himself under it on the blanket next to Hunter. He’s dressed in a black full body wetsuit covering his tall sleek frame, black sunglasses, with his signature toothpick.  Cross had since grown out his hair only on the top.  His frosty silver locks falling lushly to a side part and long bangs mysteriously covering one eye.  Contrasted with Hunter only dressed in a pair of skimpy distressed jean cutoff shorts.  The light acid washed denim emphasizing his dark skin and toned body, deep crimson bandana, and jet-black curls resting past his broad shoulders. 

Hunter cracks open the rum, pours two glasses and hands one to Crosshair. 

The Bachelor Thirst Traps of Pabu. I sign to Echo.  The women...and men should be showing up ANY minute now... 

Hunter nods, offering us some rum. 

“We’ll pass for now.”  Echo nods back, eyeing more beachgoers descending the stairs at the top of the cliff.  “Looks like your fans are here.” he chuckles. 

Hunter stops and sighs “Can’t get a moment of PEACE.” 

Crosshair snorts. “When you prance down the streets wearing THAT, what do you expect?   

“They’re lucky I even wear ANYTHING to the beach.” Hunter grouses. 

They’d feel pretty LUCKY if you DIDN’T!  I sign.  

Echo snorts.  Crosshair throws his head back and cackles. 

Hunter smirks “You’re Basic Sign is getting much better.” 

Thanks, Sergeant 

“Keep an eye on this for me.”  Echo pulls off his scomp and tosses it to Cross. 

Cross catches and salutes Echo with it, drink in hand. 

Echo and I get up from the blanket and head over to our secluded spot at the lagoon.  He holds my hand keeping vigilant should I trip on the sand.  My legs are still a bit weak. 

We sit on a smooth flat boulder next to a shallow pool of sparkling turquoise ocean water.  No waves or currents, just a calm oasis with rocks surrounding it allowing for privacy. 

I slide in first, floating and buoyant waiting for Echo. 

He carefully pulls off both leg prosthetics, leaving them on the boulder, then inches over the edge.  I hold out my hands, carefully grasp his hips to help guide him into the water as he lowers himself down with one arm. 

There is no embarrassment, nor judgement.  We accept help from one another, welcome physical touch, and our loving devotion to one another. 

He slides into my arms and encircles me with his, then sighs... 

“I could ALMOST see us staying here...indefinitely.” 

Almost I sign.  But...that ITCH...an urgency to be a part of something... I trail off 

“Bigger” he finishes my sentence.  “Maybe even something we’ll both NEVER see.” Brief melancholy spreads across his face. 

I feel it too.  The pull from both worlds. 

We have THIS...at least for right NOW.  I sign. 

“You’re right.”  He agrees, hope returning to his face.  “Let’s make the most of it.”   

He pulls me closer to him and we make the VERY MOST of this day...and each one after that... 

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 8

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

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Part 8: the last traces

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"Charlie! It's so good to see--what are you doing here?" The King of Hell stopped mid-stride to send an accusatory glare at the Radio Demon.

"Just ensuring dear Charlie here made it back safely," Alastor answered in his usual chipper tone.

"Even though she's done it countless times before?" Lucifer crossed his arms as he finished walking up to the pair. He wasn't buying Alastor's sly act.

"Call it my intuition. I had the strong urge to ensure she was safe."

"That's awfully nice of you. Too nice." Lucifer's glare didn't lessen.

"Well, either way," Charlie interfered before it grew worse, "thank you making sure I got--"

"Alastor!"

The Radio Demon froze on the spot at your angry call. He had kept his mind closed off to you but clearly he had forgotten you could see through his eyes. How had he not felt you do that?

"Well, looks like I should be getting out of your hair now." His voice was the exact opposite of what his rigid posture was suggesting. He melted into his shadows right as you burst through the grand doors to the usual Overlord meeting room, Lucifer's guards close behind.

"What happened?" Charlie asked. It fell on deaf ears as you watched Alastor's shadow thread up the nearest pillar. You teleported yourself up to the balcony and reached for him. Your fingers brushed against the dark shadow but it was enough to let you sink into the dark realm with him. Your mind wrestled with his as you drew him out of the shadow realm and back into the physical one.

He finally gave in and shoved you out of the wall first. You were on your feet in an instant as he brushed off supposed dust on his sleeve. "What ever is the reason for this behavior, my lov--" His words were cut off as you grabbed hold of his antler and yanked his face down to be level with you.

"What the Hell did you do to the children?" I demanded. He grabbed my wrist but I was quick to use my other hand and squeeze his red ear. A strangled yelp left his mouth as I pulled him all the way down. His knees hit the floor, his cane clattering to the side, as he grabbed my arm. "Tell me, Alastor!"

"I have not touched the little devils," he remarked, eyes black and magic gathering. I clamped my own shield around his mind, discovering almost immediately that it was how he had managed to keep my own magic at bay in past instances.

"What did you just call them?" I pulled his ear up, squeezing tighter. His other ear fell flat as he went with the motion in an effort to stop the pain. He failed to swallow a strangled deer noise.

"Release me."

"No."

His grip was painfully tight on my arm as he pushed himself up to his feet. I grabbed his antler and stepped back, bringing him back to his knees once again. His claws were daring to draw blood through my maroon jacket.

"They refuse to tell me what happened. So start talking, Alastor."

His dark gaze was glaring up at me, teeth in a wide, ugly snarl. He was keeping his magic pressed against my shield but not yet trying to push all the way through.

There was something else in his mind that I could sense but not understand. He was choosing not to attack me. He was fully capable but he was withdrawing, holding and waiting.

"I ensured your precious children stayed in the haven boundaries," he finally answered. One eye had returned to its normal color to look at me properly.

"How?" I pressed.

"I returned them through the shadows."

"Bullshit."

His eye went black again at the curse. It was the first curse I had used since he had given me that stupid rule way back then.

A chuckle drew both of our attention. Lucifer and Charlie had teleported up to the balcony but we're keeping enough distance to watch the show.

Something sharp like electricity went through my hands. I jerked my hands away and he finally stepped to his feet. He hooked his toe under his cane and tossed it up to his hands. "If you'd like to know the extent of what transpired, we can have a civil conversation."

I crossed my arms. "Oh because you were so civil with Nym and Thatcher?"

"A little scare never hurt anyone."

"You terrified them!"

"Nym didn't seem so terrified. In fact, she seemed quite angry. She must've learned that from you."

"Don't attempt to flatter me, Alastor. Thatcher refuses to come out of the cupboard he hid himself in."

"What I did was a fickle. It is not my fault he scares easily."

I let out a groan and turned away, running my hands through my hair and gripping my black horns. I wanted to do more. I wanted to throw him off the balcony and let him hit the floor hard—but I knew that would never happen.

My phone in my pants pocket began to ring. I heard Alastor's staticky snarl as I answered it. I returned his annoyed glare as Vox gave me the word that there were no more trucks heading to the factory.

I ended the call and stuffed it back in my pocket. "I'll be back soon."

"Where are you going?" He grabbed my arm to stop me.

"To finish off Blackwater once and for all." I attempted to pull my arm out but he wouldn't let go.

"What does that mean?" Lucifer asked, him and Charlie walking up now that the show was over and it was safe to be close.

"It means I'm sinking his last factory." My mind had subconsciously melted with Alastor's and I heard what he wanted to do. So I turned on him, "And you will remain in the haven."

"Excuse me?" he hissed. He slammed his cane on the floor. "Since when do I take orders from you?"

"Since now. The children are under my protection and Blackwater's legacy is under my watch. I killed him so I get to finish the last traces of him. You will not take that away from me."

Alastor opened his mouth to make a retort but he fell silent as I drew him into my memories. I showed him the conversation with Vox a few weeks ago.

"Tell me, dear, how's it feel to know that all your hard work will be for nothing?" He went on, "No one will challenge your haven now that he's back and defending it. You won't need our deal anymore but you're still bound to it. You might even be forgotten as news picks up on his return," he reached a blue claw towards my face, "after all, who can trump the Radio Demon?"

"I get to do this," I said in a more calm, firm tone. His red eyes looked me over as a strange, unfamiliar feeling ebbed from his mind into mine.

"Of course my dear." He gave a slight bow of his head and held out his red claw. I placed my hand in it and he placed a gentle kiss on the back. "I understand."

A swell of that same something flushed through me. He suddenly looked very appealing to look at it. His clothes sat perfectly on his shoulders, his smile twerked in a genuine one, his hair falling perfectly on either side of his face, and his red eyes not holding an ounce of ill will.

I withdrew my hand and turned to Lucifer, bowing deeply and apologizing.

"Nonsense dear, this was quite interesting to watch," Lucifer said. His black hand touched the side of his face and Charlie had her hands clasped in front of her.

"We should hold a gala to celebrate," Charlie announced, eyes lighting up with the idea.

"That won't be necessary," I tried.

"You've done a lot for both of us," Lucifer agreed with his daughter. "It's the least we could do. Besides, we'll want the Overlords to see you after you've rid Blackwater from the surface."

I had spoken to Lucifer on many occasions. He had given me lessons on Angelic magic while I was an ear to listen to some of his problems. Only recently had I started to actually give advice to the ruler of Hell—both of us being in similar situations.

Lucifer's point of the Overlords was because of their growing apprehension about the Hazbin Haven, my acquaintances with Hell's royalty, and the disappearance and arrival of my soulmate. I had been challenged time and time again while Alastor was gon. It stopped only in the past two years. Now that he was back, rumors began fluttering around (mostly over the Internet) about challenging me again in an attempt to rid the realms of the Radio Demon.

Me. A weak link, yet again.

So I gave into their idea and allowed the two of them to plan it out. Alastor and I took our leave outside the palace doors and teleported back to the nightly surface. I turned to face him as soon as we manifested completely.

"I want you to remedy what you did with the children while I'm gone," I demanded gently. I didn't want to start another fight.

"Why should I?" he naturally returned.

"Because when I return I don't want to take the time to coax him out of his hiding place. Unless of course you don't want to spend any time with me tonight." I turned towards the house with a dismissive wave over my shoulder.

"We usually spend the night together," he said nonchalantly, following after me.

"That's a shame you feel that way," I turned to walk backwards along the side of the house, "because I was hoping to spend some...quality time with you." My palms were sweaty and I worried I would trip on my wobbly legs.

"What are you implying, dear?" His smile turned smug as he picked up his pace to walk closer to me.

"You didn't seem interested though, so there's no use in explaining."

He was quick to wrap an arm around my back to bring us to a stop. His claws tapped his cane as he leaned down close to my face. "I am thoroughly interested now."

I reached up to hook a claw on his bow tie. It wasn't to pull him in, just a weight on his neck. "I guess you'll have to find out when I come back."

His hand pushed into my back so he could kiss me. I closed my eyes as I reached my hand up to sit comfortably on the side of his neck. I felt him sigh into the kiss.

"Only," I pushed his chest away, "when you've gotten Thatcher out of the cupboard.

He straightened up with an irked smile. "Very well." I turned away and let my tail brush against his hand.

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What would the me twelve years ago think if she saw me walking into a factory full of enemies?

My magic was suffering no issues as I walked through the thick snow. As figured, the last factory was somewhere cold. It wasn't on the frozen ice land like it predecessor, but it was cold enough to deter any Demons from trying to get through. It made even more sense as I passed machines that were shaving ice into snow and blasting them into the air.

Smart.

I continued to trudge through the snow. I made it through the horrid snowstorm as I passed the third row of snow machines. The factory was in sight, as were the guards. They were quick to pull the trigger.

The bullets barely came within a foot of me, casually flying off to the sides when it hit my air shield. I kept my hands clasped behind my back as I stepped through. The bullets went right back to their owners.

My magic energy went up as their souls wound their way into my claws.

I casted wind into the heavy metal doors and send freezing cold air through the entirety of the building. It froze gears and shriveled wires. The workers ducked under machines but it would be of no use. I sent Alcine to find the gas lines just as I had done before.

My eyes scanned the scenery for movement—for the owner of the operation. I felt the air displace behind me and spun to find a man dressed in all black with a gas mask. Its big red eyes glowed at me.

"Who are you?" I demanded. My tail whipped behind my back. I loved fighting with it and part of me hoped he would attempt hand-to-hand combat with me.

He never answered me. He brought his hand to his hip to withdraw a katana, its blade shimmering in the artificial lights. Disappointment filled my chest at the prospect of using magic instead.

A gunshot went off. My reactions were too slow.

Pain jolted through my knee and sent me to the floor. I attempted to shield myself but my magic was wobbly in my hands.

Another gunshot went off. This time it hit the floor a centimeter from my head. I saw the flurry of movement and rolled to the side as sparks from the first man's katana skidded across the floor.

I grabbed the closest worker and yanked them over me. The two men stopped.

"The infamous Dragon Demon. Alastor's soulmate." A machine coated voice echoed off the metal. I couldn't tell who was talking.

"We are Azrael and Esdras. Unpleasant to meet you."

My knee was in so much pain. "Likewise."

My magic was gone but this wasn't the first time I needed to piece it back together. I felt Alastor attempt to teleport to me but I kept him away.

Not yet. Please not yet.

This was my battle.

I held the worker, an older woman in her late thirties, in front of me so that her head covered most of my face. I had no idea how accurate the man with the pistol was with his weapon. I noticed a strange glow along the edges.

Angelic weapons.

I hated those things.

"It's time to let Blackwater go," I said. I kept my eyes open as I searched for the pieces of my magic. I could feel them gravitating back towards me, meaning the effects of an angelic bullet only lasted so long.

"He will never truly die," the robotic voice answered. "His legacy will carry on. No matter how times we are suppressed."

"You are attempting to suppress and hunt another species to extinction." The woman shifted uncomfortably in my hold.

"A species that doesn't belong in this realm."

"Even the children who were born here? Who have no idea of their ancestry and history?"

"Blackwater has given many warnings to allow the smart and innocent to retreat back where they came from."

I got a grip on air. "I am giving you one now." The pair fell back as I casted my wind into their stomachs. I dragged the woman with me as I half transformed into my Dragon form. I clambered past the cowering workers and jumped up to the second level.

A faint smell of gas told me Alcine had found the right pipeline.

Another gunshot.

The woman fell limp in my arms.

A third one.

This time I fell.

My hand clasped over my face as my magic disappeared again. I scrambled into the nearest room, an empty one with nothing in it, and cowered in the corner next to the door. I shrank back to my normal size and waited for them to come up. My nose was dripping blood all over my maroon jacket. Thankfully it wasn't white.

My natural ears picked up their footsteps with ease. I dug my claws into the wall and pressed my back into the ceiling corner like a spider. The man holding the pistol entered first, pulling the trigger as soon as he came around the door.

I slammed my tail into his face and sent him sprawling back. I dropped onto his chest, my footclaw pining his arm to the ground and wrenching his weapon out of his grip.

Footsteps caught my attention. I turned as the sword nearly grazed my shoulder. I rammed the top of my head into his mask, effectively shattering the oxygen cap on the front nose. I slashed my tail into his ankles to take his feet out from under him.

The smell of gas was getting stronger.

Taking the pistol with me, I slithered out of the room and down the stairs to the main floor. It was much stronger here.

It took me significantly less time to take back my magic. I ran to the front doors and casted the runaways back into the factory. These people needed to die with their cause.

Alcine came back and melted into my normal shadow. I shifted past the walls and stood at a safe distance in the cold snowy landscape. I turned my palms to the sky, my earth magic returning first and allowing me to create a cavern for which it to fall into.

It fell sideways into the ditch with a horrible groan that could be heard for miles. Next, I brought my fire back and ignited the gas. It sunk further into the ground.

Plain. Simple. Easy. Bloodless.

My hands had gotten only slightly dirty. I pulled out the angelic pistol and examined it as the factory continued to sink. Why was Carmilla selling angelic weapons to Humans? Was she even doing that on purpose? I would need to ask her the next time we spoke.

An annoyingly familiar whirring sound caught my attention. I tilted my head back to see Vox's stupid drone coming closer. I stuffed a hand in my pocket to look nonchalant and healed the injury on my nose. I then finished the last healing of my knee.

I looked down at the pistol. Would breaking it do anything? Could I even break it? I was half angel.

I tossed it in the snow then turned away. It would be smart to try something like that on camera if I didn't know the outcome. I had just sunk the last traces of Blackwater. If his people ever did resurfaced, we knew how to keep them down. I had the power to do that.

Alastor was strong but so was I — we were a match made in Heaven (pun intended). People shouldn't want to mess with us because of our combined power, not just because Alastor was a ruthless killer. Hopefully this proved it.

I let the ground eat the pistol as I covered up the cavern that had swallowed the factory. Good riddance, Blackwater.

Now, it was time to return to my family. To Alastor.

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Author's Note:

Y'all better have a fork and knife for the next part 'cause it's gonna be delicious. I'm going to try my hardest to get it posted on Wednesday

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[lucifers-little-light]

Charlie maybe you can do a soul transition spell and let someone else carry the baby to term? Maybe if Alastor is willing to try to be pregnant again he could carry the baby for Lucifer?

Charlie: That’s so dangerous. And if this is the sound of one of the deceased twins…they maybe fragile. Even more fragile than normal. I don’t want to risk it…

Ozzie: I can do the transfer, after all succubi magic is one of my specialties. Question is, is Alastor strong enough to be pregnant again.

Alastor: *nods eagerly, struggling to speak* I…wa-want to c-carry m-my son again.

Ozzie: Before we start, we will need a back up surrogate. Because if you can’t for any reason, then the baby’s souls won’t return to Lucifer.

Angel: *stepping forward, his voice steady but filled with an underlying tension* Alright, I’ll do it.

The others paused and turned their attention to him.

Charlie: *eyes widening* Angel, you…?

Angel: *nodding firmly* Yeah, I’ll be the backup surrogate. I can deal with Valentino on my own. The baby’s gotta come out of Lucifer and it’s not like we’ve got a ton of options. *glances at Alastor* I’m not trying to be a hero or anything, but someone’s gotta step up.

Ozzie: *nodding thoughtfully* It’s a dangerous process, Angel. You’re sure?

Angel: *grinning, though it’s forced* When’s anything I do not dangerous? *chuckling bitterly* I’m used to it.

Lucifer: *still unconscious, his form peaceful, unaware of the discussion happening around him*

The room darkened further as Ozzie began preparing the ritual. He cast a few protective wards and summoned glowing red and violet symbols around the room. The magic of the succubi was powerful, but it was delicate, requiring intense focus.

Charlie: *worriedly* I don’t like this. If something goes wrong…

Ozzie: *cutting her off* We don’t have time for hesitation, Charlie. This is the only option we’ve got. The baby’s essence must be transferred to a surrogate.

As Ozzie began chanting under his breath, a faint glow enveloped the air, the room feeling heavy with magical energy. He reached out, connecting with Lucifer’s unconscious energy, trying to channel the essence of the baby. The ritual was delicate, pulling on the power of the unborn child, drawing it from Lucifer’s weakened state.

But suddenly, something went wrong.

Ozzie’s eyes widened in surprise, his hands trembling as he struggled to maintain control.

Ozzie: *strained* I… can’t hold it! It’s… out of control!

The baby’s soul, once within Lucifer, now twisted and pulsed with an uncontrolled force. The essence of the baby’s soul, as if rejecting the ritual, shot out of Lucifer's body with a blinding flash of light.

It soared around the room in erratic bursts, faster than anyone could keep up with. A powerful gust of wind whirled through the manor as the baby’s soul flew free, breaking free from the confines of the spell.

Angel: What the hell just happened?

Ozzie: *gritting his teeth, trying to steady himself* I… I don’t know… It’s too powerful to control. The soul’s rejecting the transfer—something’s wrong…

The baby’s essence surged out of the manor, breaking through the walls and shooting into the night sky. The light of its departure illuminated the room before disappearing altogether. There was a moment of complete silence before panic set in.

Charlie: *grabbing Ozzie’s arm* What does that mean? Where did it go?

Ozzie: *sighing heavily* I… I don’t know. It’s gone.

Alastor: *stepping forward, his usual grin absent* Wh-what do you mean it’s gone, Ozzie? Wh-where did it go?

Ozzie: *shaking his head in disbelief* The baby’s essence… flew away.

Charlie: *fearfully* So…what do we tell my Dad once he wakes up?

[fickleminder]

everybody talks

DWBD AU. Five times the brothers talked about your friends, and one time the lesser demons talked about them.

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(1)

No. 2 handed over the folders with a salute. “Here are the student files, as requested! Will there be anything else?”

Lucifer scanned through the papers and hummed thoughtfully. “Tell me, did anything about them stand out to you?”

“Not really, these guys are just your average lesser demons.” The Little D shrugged. “They’re nobodies, and personally I don’t think they pose a threat to the human.”

The first born found himself agreeing with No. 2’s assessment. The seven lesser demons you’d been hanging out with seemed harmless enough. So long as you weren’t in danger of getting yourself killed here or causing him problems, he couldn’t care less who you chose to associate with.

“Very well, that’ll be all. You’re dismissed.”

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(2)

Levi waited until you left the room before blurting out what’d been on his mind all afternoon. “Is it really okay for us to be doing this?”

“Doing what? There’s nothing wrong with spending some quality time with our housemate.”

“Well, no, but I mean… I feel a little bad for the lesser demons. We practically stole their friend from them, just like that anime with the protagonist getting transported to a parallel dimension where their allies were enemies and their enemies were lovers and—”

“It’s not our fault Barbatos lost control of his magic,” Asmo huffed as he packed up his nail polish. “Sucks to be them, but this is our second chance! You wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity, would you?”

Levi frowned, but shook his head. “They won’t give up so easily though.”

Asmo’s gaze hardened. “Well, neither will we.”

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(3)

“Ingenious.” Satan examined the stuffed flame salamander carefully before setting it down and removing his protective gloves. “It’s a tricky curse, but well-executed.”

“Aha!” Mammon yelled while nursing his burnt hands. “See, I knew I could count on you, little bro! Those pesky lesser demons have some nerve giving our human a cursed toy!”

“Hmm, I wonder what prompted them to do so in the first place…”

Mammon swallowed nervously when Satan glared at him. “I— I was just checking to make sure there was nothing wrong with it! I wasn’t gonna sell it or anything! Besides, what if someone else touched it by accident and hurt themselves, huh?”

Satan nodded solemnly. “You’re right. A stuffed toy that’s harmless to its owner but burns everyone else is a hazard. You’ll be glad to know that I’ve already taken the liberty to do something about this curse.”

“Great! Now if you don’t mind, I’ll just take this back and— YEOWCH! You son of a— What did you do?!”

“Why, I made it stronger of course. And permanent.”

“Traitor!”

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(4)

“You’re thinking about it again.”

“Mm, yeah.”

Beel hummed thoughtfully around a mouthful of steak. “Why don’t you just ask?”

“…It’s a big decision. I don’t want to be ordered around like a slave—”

“You know that won’t happen—”

“—but it’s a special connection, you know?”

“Yeah. I’m just worried… What if we wait too long and the lesser demons beat us to the punch?”

Belphie’s eyes snapped open at the thought. You, holding pacts with lesser demons instead of Avatars like them… It’s insulting to say the least, especially when you lived under their roof. “They wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, knowing you were too nice to make the first move.

Beel shrugged and went back to eating, but even he didn’t seem so hungry anymore.

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(5)

A large stuffed cat poked its head through the doorway and waved at you. The brothers watched as your eyes lit up and you made grabby hands towards the toy, before Igfuur finally entered your ward and handed you his gift, which was at least half your size.

Satan was practically green with envy, and Levi had to nudge him out of it lest he broke the pen he was using to take notes. Luckily Asmo was secretly videoing the whole thing for them to study later.

Your favorite colors, your favorite flowers… those were just some of the things the brothers tried to glean from the balloons and other presents surrounding your bed. It was like they were getting to know you all over again, but this time they had to do it through your friends instead.

“At least some of them have a reasonable head on their shoulders,” Lucifer muttered to himself, having overheard the pink one getting vetoed about hosting a party in a hospital. Good intentions, but wrong time, wrong place.

“Tch, I still think you should’ve said no.” Mammon grumbled. “I mean, what can they give that we can’t, huh?!” None of your gifts were overly expensive or anything, but even he could recognize most of them as replacements for something he’d pilfered from your room before. Mammon’s heart cracked with guilt at the fact that he couldn’t even afford you basic decency.

The twins watched quietly from one corner. “It’s like they’re their own little family. Do you think we could—” be yours one day too? Beel cut himself off with a frown. Would you even want to, after all they put you through?

“…At least they know what they’re doing,” Belphie grunted. Your friends made you happy, so he could forgive them for hogging you all to themselves.

For now.

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(+1)

“You’re alive!” Erkid glomped Dracius when he finally staggered back to the group, looking as though he was about to faint any second now. “How’d it go? Can we—”

“Hold on, first things first!” Belyth marched over and grabbed Dracius by the shoulders, checking him from head to toe. “Still breathing, all limbs intact, not cursed… Yup, he’s good.”

Rache was practically vibrating with anticipation. “So? So? Can we visit or not?”

“He said yes…” Dracius mumbled, still somewhat dazed.

“But?” Talon’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“Nothing. I gave him our tribute, I asked, and he said yes. That’s it.”

“Really? Huh…” Vorgo scratched their chin. “That’s awfully generous of him. I guess we got worked up for nothing.”

“After all the effort we put in to get that rare vinyl record, this was pretty anticlimactic,” Igfuur grumbled.

The Avatars were your official hosts during the exchange program, so it made sense that the hospital had them listed as your emergency contact. Any requests for visitation rights had to be approved by them first, and Dracius had not been optimistic when he asked for an audience with Lucifer.

“You were the one who called 666?” Lucifer’s face was frighteningly blank after Dracius had finished speaking. He took a moment, relishing the way the lesser demon tried not to squirm under his gaze, before his eyes softened and his lips curled into the faintest of smiles. “You’ve done well. Permission granted.”

“All right then, no time to waste!” Rache declared, already searching for party supplies on her phone. “We’ll need balloons, flowers, get-well-soon cards, catering—”

Belyth gave a deep sigh. “Let’s not make him regret his decision, shall we?”

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chhw - 09

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“Holy Mother of-” you slam into a steady, warm body, knocking the air out of yourself. The person you’ve run into remains upright, even catching you. 

“Lady Y/N?” they ask, and you look up, realizing it’s Lord Mammon. Oh, what a relief! 

“Mammon!” you squeak, forgetting yourself in your fear, “help me!” 

Lord Mammon’s gaze sharpens and he looks around, probably for the trouble. “What’s the matter?” he asks, helping you upright once he determines the threat isn’t directly on your heels. 

You gulp, shooting quick looks behind you as you fumble your way through an explanation. “The duke is going to kill me!” 

“Lucifer?” Lord Mammon echoes. “What ever did you do to get on his bad side? I had thought that impossible!”

You shake your head rapidly. “I’ve really done it this time! You’ve got to help me hide. Please, Lord Mammon, I’ll grant you anything you want! Just please, help me!” 

Lord Mammon takes you by the arm, pulling you towards his quarters. Though his grip is firm, it seems he’s taking care not to hurt you, something you’re grateful for, as you can’t help but think you’re going to experience more than enough pain once his grace finds you. 

“Anything I want, huh?” Lord Mammon deposits you on the couch in his sitting room, tapping his chin. You look around his space, stunned. You’ve never been into it before, and you’ll admit, it truly is a reflection of his character. 

“Is that a carriage?” you ask, pointing at the offending object, before shaking your head. You have no time to worry about stuff like that right now, even if it is really weird that he’d have it in his quarters. “Nevermind, unimportant. But yes. Within reason, of course, but name your price.” 

Lord Mammon smirks, slow and cold. “I think I’ll hold onto it for now. No use on spending something so valuable right away.” 

“Do as you please,” you say with a shrug, even as your insides flutter. “Just protect me from Duke Lucifer for the next, ah,” you pull out your pocket watch, squinting at it, “forseeable future.” 

Lord Mammon throws himself down onto the couch across from you, leaning back. It would be quite rude, if it were anyone but him. He doesn’t make any offer of refreshments, nor do you ask, just relieved that you’re out of the immediate path of danger. 

“So,” Lord Mammon raises a brow at you, “now that we’re sitting, maybe you could tell me what you did to the duke?” 

Without your permission, your cheeks heat and you look down, fidgeting with your hands. You’re so embarrassed.

“Judging by that reaction it was something really bad,” Lord Mammon needles. “C’mon, we’re friends here, so you can tell me.” 

“If I do, you have to swear not to tell anyone,” you say. “I’m serious. The minute I hear word has gotten out I’m throwing you at the duke’s feet!” 

“So really, really bad!” Lord Mammon almost looks gleeful. “What was it?”

“I…” You can hardly get the words out, voice falling to a whisper. “I violated his grace.” 

Lord Mammon stares at you. “I don’t think I heard you right.” 

“No,” you disagree, “you did.”

“You violated Lucifer?” 

“Yes.” 

Lord Mammon gapes like a fish and you barely refrain from telling him so, not wanting to risk his ire when he’s the only thing standing between you and certain death. “Wait, wait, wait. Tell me the story from the beginning,” he orders. 

“I was walking,” you begin, unable to resist the urge to cover your face with your hands, even though it makes your words muffled, “and I was lost in my thoughts, so I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I go to round the corner from the hallway to the dining hall and smack right into him, sending us both to the ground. He lands underneath me and my hand finds its way to his chest.” 

Lord Mammon laughs, stunned. “You actually groped him! Holy shit, F/N!” 

“Yes,” you confirm. “And I squeezed. And lingered. Then got up and ran right to you. He’s going to absolutely murder me!” 

Lord Mammon tilts his head, considering. “Well, it was an accident. He certainly knows you did not intend to molest him.” He pauses. “Unless-”

“No!” you interrupt hotly. “No.” 

“Then I think you’re fine.” Lord Mammon finishes confidently. 

“And how do you figure that?” You sit back up, dabbing at your forehead with your kercheif. Between embarrassment, escaping from the duke, andriling yourself back up when retelling the story, you’ve worked yourself into quite a state. 

“He’s not going to punish you over a transgression like that,” Lord Mammon says. “He may be a bastard, and a scary one at that, but he has a soft spot for you. Humans are clumsy creatures, and I’m sure that is you just apologize, all will be forgiven.” 

“Truly?” You eye Lord Mammon for a long moment, gauging his sincerity. You don’t think he’s lying, but it’s always a possibility. He holds your gaze, steady, and you begin to feel a little more sure. “Can I stay here and gather myself for a moment?” you ask, and he nods. 

“Sure. Just don’t forget you owe me.” 

“How could I,” you mutter, “when you’re always there to remind me.” 

Where he might have once taken offense to your words he only laughs now, and you break out into a small smile, adrenaline beginning to crash. You’ll spend a few moments recovering then go and find the duke, cutting the head off of the snake before it can bite you. 

*

 The duke’s butler leads you into his office, and you curtsy, cheeks already warm. 

“I want to sincerely apologize for my earlier transgression. It was highly improper of me and even ruder of me to run off without making sure you were okay. Are you injured, your grace?” You risk peeking up at him from under your lashes, and he doesn’t look mad, which is a relief. 

“I should be asking you that,” he says, and it almost looks like his cheeks are stained pink, but that’s surely a trick of the light. “You took quite a fall.” 

“I am alright,” you reply, and he nods. 

“Good, good. And I am fine. Please don’t trouble yourself over it, as accidents do happen.” 

“Thank you,” you say, dipping into another curtsy. Who knew that Lord Mammon could give good, sound advice? 

“Of course,” Duke Lucifer replies, meeting your gaze before looking away. Perhaps it’s warm in the room? Or maybe he’s getting sick? There’s no other reason for him to be so flushed. 

“I’ll take my leave now,” you say, and he lets you go. You leave the room with the feeling of his eyes on your back and the memory of his chest through his shirt on your palm. God, you’ll never recover fully from this!

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[the-bar-sinister]

Lucifer Was an Angel As Well (57000 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth

Summary: A sheltered young artist with a tragic past finds herself caught in the web of dark affection by a beautiful and sinister murderer, and his carefree rockstar brother.

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September 05, 2028– 12:25 pm

 “...my Guardian Angel is my demon as well. Kristoph Gavin.” 

Pearl gasped, and her fingers covered her mouth. The moment seemed to hang in the air if in the wake of an explosion, or the ringing of a bell.

"Oh! Gosh!"

Vera shifted to sit on her bed and reached over to grab the bottle of nail polish she’d recently unpacked, as well as the letter held in her pocket “I’ve been writing back and forth with him for two years or so.”

"Two years, huh? That's almost right as soon as you woke up, right? Or… do you mean it started before that?" There wasn't any judgment in Pearl's voice, but there was curiosity, and she leaned closer with wide eyes.

Vera flushed, looking down with a quiet smile. The fact that Pearl wasn’t judging her; that was a good sign. She’d been so scared to open up to anyone, scared that Kristoph’s frightening reputation would lead to others taking action…in removing her say in the matter.

But it was like as Simon had said– her fear was keeping her from becoming a person in her own right.

“They started coming regularly after I woke up, only a month or so later.” she murmured quietly. “but he’d written me before that, though it was mostly details about the job. He visited me back when I was younger, and took off his mask to talk to me about the Gramarye show and give me my nail polish…but the letters really started after my coma.” 

"Gosh," Pearl repeated. "And he became your guardian angel? What's he like? I never got the chance to meet him."

Vera turned the bottle around in her fingers, feeling its smooth crystal against her skin. 

“He became my guardian angel. He’s…” she paused for a moment “breathtaking. He’s polite and kind…he writes like a poet, and speaks like an angel.”

Her smile grew wistful, lovesick…she hoped that Pearl hadn’t noticed “He’s been giving me advice since I woke up. What cosmetics are good to use, how to face the world, ways to come out of my shell. He’s wise, and helpful, and is happy to listen and respond when I tell him about things I like or the world around me.”

Her fingers tightened on the bottle. “but he’s also the devil…a demon with a warm smile. He can be calculating, he draws people into his orbit and holds them there…he poisoned multiple people, beat a man to death…but he did so to save others. He saved me from my father, yet he almost killed me.”

She chuckled quietly “he’s a contradiction…but he’s always watched out for me, and I’ll always call him my guardian angel. I’ll always hold him in my heart.” 

Pearl listened with rapt attention, her fingers covering her mouth as she watched Vera with wide, dark eyes.

"Wow…I never realized there'd be someone else who could relate."

Vera’s eyes widened and she looked up to Pearl with her best attempt at a smile “you too, Pearl??”

Vera hadn’t thought there’d be anyone else who could relate either…but suddenly Pearl had her whole attention. 

Pearl seemed to feel the spotlight on her, and went scarlet, covering her full face. She nodded embarrassedly, her short, fluffy hair bouncing around her ears.

"I guess you could say I had a guardian angel too– me and Mistress Maya."

Vera’s fingers went to her lips in surprise , her other hand clutching her nail polish to her chest.

“You and Mistress Maya have a guardian angel too?” She smiled behind her hand. “so you understand…who is it? Did your guardian angel try and kill you too?” 

"Not exactly," Pearl replied, biting her lip for a moment. "But he put a bunch of people in danger and he killed my aunt– Maya's mom. But it was to protect us."

“Wow…” Vera leaned forward with interest. The circumstances were only a little different– but to think one of her best friends also held a guardian angel close to her heart. Someone who would, and had, killed for her and her cousin Maya.

The Fey Family’s Guardian Angel…and Vera’s own.

“That’s amazing, Pearl…can I ask who it is?” 

She nodded embarrassedly. "Mr. Diego Armando. He only got out of jail a couple of months ago, and now he's working as a prosecutor again. So, I was kind of hoping…"

 Vera blinked.

“Oh! I’ve heard of him…Mr. Edgeworth mentioned him a few times now that he’s back in the field…” She trailed off, a smile on her face as she leaned on her hand. “You were hoping that you could be assigned to him? That’s my dream for my guardian angel too. He’s being allowed to work like Mr. Blackquill had been, and I want to be his detective. If you’re in the same position…maybe talking to Mr. Edgeworth can help?” 

"Oh wow!" Pearl grinned widely, finally uncovering her face, and putting her hands in her lap as she fidgeted. "I was hoping you know, but I figured that I just had to let things play out– do you really think you can get assigned to Mr. Kristoph?"

“I’ll put in a good word…” Vera smiled warmly, brushing her fingers over the ‘palm’ of the bottle’s hand. “Because I think you deserve to be assigned to your guardian angel, Pearl…and Miles is a kind man.”

She tilted her head to the side “...I don’t know for certain, but…but I really hope I can. I’ve asked Miles…and told him that I’d do anything to manage it. So I simply have to hope that I excel at the Academy and…and follow my heart.” 

"That's so romantic," Pearl cooed. "Gosh… thank you so much for telling me about this! I bet it's something a lot of people don't know about, right? At least, you seemed awful quiet about it before!"

“Only a few people,” she said with a shy smile. “Mr. Edgeworth found out by reading my angel’s mail– I had to confide in the court psychologist, Mr. Blackquill. Trucy, Klavier, and you. That’s all– I was scared. Scared that if I said something, someone would take him away from me.”

Pearl's smile brightened even further. "I'm so glad that you trusted me with it. I promise I won't tell anybody if you don't want me to."

Vera ducked her head. “Of course I trust you with it, Pearl– you’re one of my best friends. I– I know you’ll keep my secret, even if I’m trying not to be so secret with it anymore…” 

"You're not trying to be secret about it any more, huh?"

“Mr. Blackquill said…b-basically…that I shouldn’t be afraid. That if I play a role and hide my feelings, I’m more a tool than a person. So I should…make the effort…try to live how I want. And I know exactly what I want.”

Vera looked down at the letter in her hands. She knew more than anything what she wanted. It was a vortex for her thoughts, pulling them all down into the part of her that was still so devoted to her guardian angel.

She wanted to be his– his detective– just as she wanted to be part of his strange ‘family’ with Klavier.

She knew it’d disappoint people she cared about, but Mr. Blackquill was right. Nothing good ever came of pretending to be someone you weren’t. 

"Well, you know, that sounds like really good advice," Pearl said, running her fingers through her short hair. "I've kinda been trying to do the same, lately.

She hopped up and scrambled over to her, throwing her arms around her in a hug.

Vera squeaked, snapped out of the mire of her thoughts enough to hug Pearl back. 

“oh!! He’s a pretty smart guy when you get to know him…a little frightful though.” She gave Pearl a squeeze “but I can tell…you look great, Pearl. You look happier.” 

"Awww, thanks," Pearl smiled broadly as she squeezed her in return. "I hope that'll be the case for you too, soon. I think you already do."

Vera couldn’t help but smile as she held her friend tight. It was true…she already felt lighter. Far from the rotting old house that smelt of acetone and mold, filled with purpose as she set forth on a path she chose for herself …with new connections and old bolstering her along the way.

“And it’ll only get better from here…Detective Fey.” 

October 1, 2028– 6:40 pm

The first days of academy were the hardest, when Vera didn't know where she was going, or quite what was expected of her. She stumbled through those days in a haze of barely restrained panic. Too many new faces mingled with too few comforts to make a cocktail of anxiety that nearly drove the words straight out of her and into the mutism she’d struggled to keep under control.

It was difficult, especially with the sharp tongued drill instructor and the battery of tests and lessons, but it slowly got easier. With the support and commiseration of Pearl Fey, and the arrival of the first of Kristoph’s letters, she could remember what she was fighting for and push on. 

Pearl did her best to help, but it was clear that she was struggling, too. Still, they had each other, and even more so she had Kristoph's letters, which came regular as clockwork, and were deeply interested in how she was faring, and full of encouragement and advice about how to navigate the social realities of the school.

She could imagine him, some nights quite vividly, smiling at him with his angelic expression as he told her how to survive the rigors of the police academy…telling her that she could and would make it out the other side.

It was advice she shared with Pearl, and before she knew it, the routine began to set in. Like a magic trick, the days became easier. Her body got stronger in increments, the faces around her became a little less frightening. It never became easy– she and Pearl still faltered of course, but Vera found herself smiling more and more through every target practice and protocol test.

Her guardian was her main source of strength, but her brother, too, checked in on her every day. And by the time a month had gone by they had a long chat history on her phone. He'd taken to wishing her good night every night as a reminder of when to go to bed– and when he was late with them, she knew it was because he was out late, and had started partying early.

Every time a late text came, she would playfully chide her ‘big brother’ in the morning…and every time she asked him how the hangover was going. She missed him very much, and part of her wanted to be out there with him experiencing the overwhelming feeling of the club– but he inspired her to keep going. Every message was another morale boost to push her through another day. Her Guardian Angel, and her big brother looking out for her as she pushed forward.

At some point, she’d found the time and materials to try showing Pearl how to make a stuffed animal…something that had soon become a bit of a mistake when some of the other recruits found out. It had become a little bit of a business for her– mostly to cover the costs of materials and trips to the store, as well as the time spent not doing homework– and it was a point of pride how many of the police academy students, many of whom were big, tough young men– had commissioned a plushie from her.

This exchange had apparently put her guardian angel's mind at ease. Her potential bullying, and tactics to avoid it or cope with it, had been a common thread in his letters early in the month. But once she'd settled in and started spreading her little toys, his worry had eased. He'd congratulated her on managing such a feat.

She still felt proud when she put needle to fabric– the congratulations ringing in her head as she worked on the first art projects to make her happy in a long time. The concerns of bullying evaporated…and she even began making friends with people she’d have never even imagined meeting only two years before.

Friends, appreciation for her art, a best friend by her side…and the joy of her weekly letters and good night texts. In almost no time at all, the Police Academy had gone from a frightful, confusing nightmare to an experience she wanted to remember forever. 

She was in the middle of work on a plushie when she got a text from Klavier.

She set aside the plushie, poking the needle into a small cushion before reaching to her end table to flip it open and take a look. 

Hey fraulein! Hope you're having a good evening! I have some personal news.

Personal news– that probably meant it wasn't an update about Kristoph or anything like that.

She balanced herself against the wall behind her, knees drawn up as she texted back.

Good news I hope…thinking of coming to visit?

His reply came quickly.

I would love to. But only if I can see you tonight? I have to go out of the country suddenly.Her eyes widened as she read it

Absolutely, if you can! You’re really leaving the country? Is it for another one of those commercials?He’d shown her a little while back a commercial he filmed in Cauli at some point– complete with the story of a stolen guitar and a bunch of silly sounding investigation. 

No, it is on a rescue mission! If you're available, I'll pick you up and tell you in person.

Vera stared at the phone for a moment, her brow furrowing as she read that again.

Rescue mission, big brother? Alright. Alright. I’ll get ready, the academy’s out of session for the moment anyway. I can finish this plush later.

Pearl was out of the dorm at the moment so she quickly sketched out a little note for her in her pad.

‘Be back in a bit, Pearl! Klavier wants to talk to me, I’ll tell you all the gossip later’ she wrote, signing it with a little sketch of herself giving her a thumbs up. 

Klavier's reply came back. Meet you at the front in 15 minutes, liebling.She typed in return. I’ll be right out. Just have to change out of my uniform!

October 1, 2028– 6:55 pm

Klavier leaned across the seats to push the door of his lilac painted convertible open for Vera as she came out of the academy. The weather was still warm enough for him to have the top down.

Vera gave him a wave as she hurried over and hopped into the seat with a smile. She settled into the seat, and smoothed out the pale white shirt bearing the LAPD Academy’s logo , before zipping up her light coat.

When she finished, she looked over at him with a cheerful smile “...it’s good to actually see you, big brother.” 

He scooped his arm around her happily, and looked her over. "It's good to see you too, little sister! You look like you've grown a bit already, ja?"

He was in a familiar outfit, with a pair of sunglasses balanced on his head.

Vera had indeed grown– it’d been a month at the academy, training day in and day out. When she’d entered, she’d been frail, barely recovered from the poison two years before. But now after it all she’d gained a little more muscle definition– stamina, only a bit, but enough that it still surprised her. It surprised her even more that he noticed.

She flushed, nuzzling under his arm “A little bit. It’s all the pushups they’ve got me doing. Still pretty cute though.” 

"Very cute, fraulein, very cute! No amount of pushups is going to change that." He pulled away from the curb and merged into traffic. "It makes me aware of how long it's been since I've seen you in person, that's all. And right after I resolved to keep up, ja?"

She leaned more solidly against him, “It’s been a while…but I know you’ve been busy, and I’ve been basically working nonstop. Besides, you’ve been texting me every night!”

She didn’t blame him, she knew she was lucky enough to get this moment to slip away from her studies, her drill instructor, her new friends– all of them even for a little bit. Not to mention his own packed schedule.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t getting a little desperate for his physical company.

“Missed you though.."

"Missed you too, liebling," he said, smiling at her in the rearview as they pulled onto the freeway. Vera felt the wind whipping through her hair as they drove. "Hoping this trip won't be too long so I can come see you again soon."

She chuckled quietly as she tucked her hair away from her face.

“I’d like that…especially if you told me all about it. A shame you can’t take me with you…where are you going, anyway? You said a rescue mission right? That’s…” She looked for the right word before she settled on “alarming.” 

"It is alarming, isn't it?" he shook his head. "I'll be honest, I was pretty alarmed. You know how we haven't seen Apollo Justice in a few months, fraulein?"

He pulled her closer as he drove, his hand warm on her, and she could feel that he was a little tense.

Vera nodded quietly, resting her head against his shoulder with a catlike nuzzle. “...It’s true, I haven’t even heard from him in a while…I think the last time I saw him was for a movie night a while back..” 

"Apparently it's because he's been in Khura'in for four months! Apparently he's gone to live in the mountains and become a monk! Ha! what do you think of that, little sister?"

He pulled off the highway and cruised into the parking lot of a small ice cream shop, on one of the last open days of its season.

Vera stared at him for a moment, tilting her head up with a puzzled frown. 

“Mr…Mr. Justice became a monk? I…I can’t believe that. He’d be a terrible monk…he’s so emotional!”

The whole thing was so absurd, it had to have been a joke. Apollo Justice…he’d saved her back during her murder trial. With his booming , clear voice, he spoke out for someone so few had done for before and cleared her of suspicion in time for her to fight off the poison in her veins.

A man like that vanishing and becoming a monk boggled belief…especially without a word to anyone. “You’re joking around right, big brother?” 

"I am not joking around even a little, fraulein! Well, a monk may be a slight exaggeration. He's gone to become the only lawyer in a country of monks, as far as I have heard."

He parked the car and hopped out– offering her his hand to help her up.

Vera took his hand and slipped to her feet with a click of her short heels on the ground. 

“....the only lawyer in a country of mo—” She paused as the name finally sunk in. “wait…Khura’in…that’s the country that just had that massive revolution, right?” 

"Ja, fraulein, that's the one." He pulled her against his chest, and cupped her jaw with one hand. "Terrible, don't you think?"

Vera leaned against his chest. When she nodded, she felt the pleasant sensation of his fingertips against her jawline.

“Awful, big brother…what if he gets hurt, or worse? Is the revolution at least over?”

"That's one of many things I'm worried about, liebling," he said, leaning close and nuzzling his cheek on hers. "So I am going to bring him back."

She cherished the feeling of his cheek against hers, hugging him a little tighter. 

“please…I wish I could come, I really do…I miss him too, Klavier! I thought he..he had just gotten too busy to visit anymore.”

"I thought so too, liebling," he sighed. "or that he didn't want to see me, you know? Which I suppose still might be the case. But I don't care. I'm bringing him back, ja? I'd bring you with me if you didn't have school."

She nodded against his hand with a quiet sniffle. 

“Bad timing…if it’d been a few months ago, I coulda helped…but I’m too far into training to drop out now.” Her body pressed into his as she leaned up to meet his eyes. “so please make sure you bring him back safe and sound, big brother. I’ll train hard while you’re away…but please text when you can?” 

"Promise, liebling. Though I hear the place has notoriously bad reception. But I will make the most valiant effort."

He pulled her in the rest of the way, and pressed his lips to hers.

Vera kissed him fondly, standing on tip toes with her arms looped around his chest to part her lips in a passionate , warm kiss.

It would be sad to lose the nightly conversations…and to lose even the scant outings with him while he was gone…but…

She understood. Apollo Justice was someone dear to him, dear to her too in his own way, and he’d vanished to somewhere far, far away without a word. Someone had to go and make sure he was okay…to bring him home. 

He held her close as he kissed her, and stroked his fingers through her hair for a moment, as they stood near the car.

When he released her, he smiled. "Come on fraulein, I'll treat you to some ice cream and you can help me make a list of things to pack. I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached."

Vera nodded with a smile of her own. 

“You would, wouldn’t you? I know how you can be when you get worked up, big brother.” She offered her hand to him with a wink. “...let me do at least that for you before you go. My memory for detail has got to be good for something.” 

"I am in your debt, little sister," he teased. And he tugged her away.

It seemed that after this, for the next little while it would just be her, Pearl, and her guardian angel's letters.

October 1, 2028– 7:45 pm

When Vera returned to her dorm, her head full of thoughts– Pearl was back, and practically ambushed her at the door.

"Oh wow, you are never going to believe what is up with Trucy!"

“Ahhhh!!” Vera squeaked, her heart rate briefly spiking in her chest before she managed to calm herself with a tilt of her head. “she’s got a new magic show?” 

"Nope!" Pearl draped herself around Vera's shoulders and pulled her into a half hug. "She's going out of the country! I'm missing another trip to Khura'in!"

Vera leaned against her, her arm halfway around her by the time the second half of Pearl’s sentence sunk in.

“...w-wait…she’s going where again, Pearl?” 

"Khura'in! Oh, you probably don't know where that is, huh? It's in the mountains, kind of close to Zheng Fa actually…"

“I…” Vera bit her lip. “I know where it is…I just can’t b-believe she’s going there too!” 

"Oh?" Pearl cocked her head looking at her curiously as she hung off of her.

Vera tilted her head to the side so they gently bonked together. “...big brother Klavier said that he…he’s going to Khura’in too. Which is why he won’t be able to visit me for a while.” 

"Ohh! Oh! She didn't mention Klavier but that makes so much sense!" Pearl nodded. "She said she was going to go get Apollo back to the country!"

Vera bit her nail before she stopped herself with a visceral shudder and the memory of the poison.

“So they’re going together…because that’s what Klavier said he was going to do. He was going to bring Apollo home to us so he doesn’t…v-vanish and become a monk. Or a lawyer for monks.” 

'Wow, now I'm even more jealous," Pearl pouted, sticking her tongue out. "But we're so busy with school there's no way we could go."

“M-me too.” Vera sighed. “I told him I wished I could go, you know? But there’s no way with school. If we dropped out now, we’d have to start from scratch….if they even accepted us again.” 

"Yeah. And there's no way we're going to give up on our dreams, right? So we'll have to cheer Trucy and Mr. Klavier on from here!"

Vera nodded, bumping her head against Pearl’s with a gentle smile. 

“and when they come back…we’ll have to catch them up on all the fun they missed out on…and show them our shiny new badges, of course.” 

Pearl grinned widely. "Honestly, that's going to be my favorite part. Well, and seeing Trucy again of course."

“Of course,” Vera laughed quietly into her hand. “Same for seeing Klavier for me…I think they’ll be pleasantly surprised by how far we’ll have come.” 

[nym-wibbly]

The last Supernatural ep we watched last night was 12x10 Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets. It and the end of 12x09 went some way to answering the question I was getting nowhere with yesterday - 'where's my in for fanficcing Castiel?'. That angel finally reached max gross load there and got angry with his situation to the extent of taking it out on his friends. He's acting put-upon and under-appreciated, exasperated to tears with the Winchesters' latest attempt to sacrifice themselves to save each other. That sarcastic, bitter, 'You're welcome,' at the end of 12x09 was a huge moment for the character.

Since beating Dean senseless back in S5 he's sat on his frustrations, fears, disappointments, and failures like a champ and put up with those of others with tired stoicism and humility. When he's screwed up, he's done so from honest motives - protect Winchesters; fix what's broke; be of service. He's been learning and growing in every way he possibly can - from practical and emotional experience, from suffering and loss, from personal failure, from self-reflection, from the Novak family he nuked just by showing up, and from his friends.

The early evolution of the season 4/5 angels storyline showed Heaven flailing because God had left the building without leaving a plan, the remaining archangels holding it all together with the Apocalypse as the be-all-and-end-all of existence. By season 6 they're fighting a multi-front civil war. By season 8 they're all but destroyed, their numbers dangerously low, and we learn that it's taken brutal brainwashing - repeated full factory resets in Castiel's case - to keep the rank and file angels in line since at least Biblical times. Even the higher ranking angels are lost sheep, guessing at what God wants of them and - whether explicitly or not - asking, 'Father, why?'

By the time God dropped in at the end of season 11, when it looked like his last and only chance, Castiel had nothing left to say to him and no questions he felt were worth asking. On the one hand maybe a missed opportunity for the characters, but on the other... maybe that lack of a conversation with Cas said it all? Chuck had The Conversation with Dean, and with Lucifer, but he has no connection with the lower-ranking angels. None. God is over Castiel, who keeps not quite playing out his role in the story; and Cas has been pretty well cured of his zealous 'because God' angel programming, along with any illusion of a benign or worthy father figure in Chuck.

He's left with this quietly resentful disappointment that turns easily to self-loathing and self-doubt when he encounters failure. He doesn't take the opportunity to share that with Chuck, a detail hammered home by also having Misha Collins play Lucifer in that setup - a no-holds-barred, personal, messy-emotional father-son relationship with God that Castiel never had.

He's gone from resentment towards Dean for distracting him from his obligation to Heaven with its security blanket of narrow, emotionless certainty to the complete reverse, focusing everything he has on the Winchesters - Mary included - because Cas still needs something to believe in and something to serve. He equates that, now, with his protective love for this human found-family who taught him how to feel, love and live. With Dean especially, who doesn't see his own value and keeps endangering his life and soul.

Cas doesn't believe in himself, though, not even slightly. He still only defines himself, knows himself, relative to something he views as greater and more important than himself, and as a cause worth killing or dying for. He's trying to do his duty as he sees it - his duty to the thing he has faith in. It still hurts him when that faith lets him down, and that's the 'in' I was looking for.

[hell-sam]

Last thing Sam expected or needed tonight was to be scolded a second time. The first time was by Dean, when he had announced to him that Lucifer was absent for one too many hours, and he had to go out and find Nick. Which, just as he expected, was abandoned somewhere while Lucifer was doing fuck-all somewhere, for some reason, now of all times. As he reached the two, Sam raised his arms slowly towards Nick, his palms holding gently at each of the blond's biceps.

Nick, meanwhile, continued glaring at her with lidded eyes, his expression emptying and blanking its slate to calm neutrality as Sam touched him. The language used on him once more, mattered none to him. It was no insult to Nick, only truth. There was nothing to fix, only shard of glass and a broken mind to put at peace. A peace only Lucifer could grant him when taking over and lending him his power.

Sam, meanwhile, was clearly affected. He heard it all already, from Dean, each and every time. And no matter how many times it was all uttered and said, it hurt the exact same. Sam's eyelids were permanently stained red, the bandages on his wrists peeking just slightly under the sleeves of his jacket as gravity pulled down on them a little.

"Don't talk about Nick like that." Sam hissed through grit teeth, his voice shaken and tears welling in his eyes almost in an instant. Was he overly attached to the man who felt close to nothing for him? Yes. Yes, he was. But there was more to it than that. "This could've been me."

Why was he bothering. Why try. She wouldn't get it, Bela wasn't the type. At least, not from what he knew her to be. She'd make another sarcastic comment, pressure him further, mock him. Them. Their situation. An incredulous scoff, a shake of her head. But Sam didn't care, his fingers, adorned by broken and black, barely re-growing nails, dug into Nick's muscles in a protective gesture. Perhaps it was because in that moment he saw not just Bela, but Dean by her side.

"Yes he's Lucifer's vessel. His primary vessel, as good as I would serve him, really. But he's not dangerous, and Lucifer isn't either. Those demons he's summoning, the deals he's trying to strike - nothing will come out the any of it." He kept shaking his head, eyes pleading for her to listen. "They can't help him, Lucifer will return for him in either a couple hours or a couple days, but killing him, maiming his body, it'll get you nothing. It'll stop. Nothing."

Nick's eyes flickered to Sam as the pink around his eyes turned brighter with the renewed irritation of salt and water shedding from his eyes. He looked almost bored, but still, perhaps a leftover trait from Lucifer... a hand still covered in specks of dirt raised itself, wiping away at the damp cheek with his thumb. The action forced a shudder out of Sam, which briefly closed his eyes and lowered his head, taking in a deep breath. Unlike when Lucifer had possessed the widower, Nick's skin currently was warm. It aided in grounding him a bit.

"There's no more apocalypse, Bela. There's no more wiping humanity." Sam detached one hand from Nick's bicep and rested it on his wrist, the one that was cradling his face. "I'm not saying "let the Devil walk free" but I'm saying that for the past few years, he was focused on me, and me alone. He never leaves my side, he never bothers torturing anyone else, I've got his interest, his focus, his... his bond. And until I find a permanent solution to the Lucifer problem hurting Nick is only going to get you killed. And..." It was as if only then, Sam had realized she was back - his eyes widening slowly. "I don't want you to be dragged back to Hell. Especially not by Lucifer himself."

Her eyes narrow as he slowly does as she says, but she knows it's not for his own life. Her finger would pull the trigger for a third time tonight, and it was only certified when the man turned to look at her. Nothing. There was nothing in his eyes. And that made him far more dangerous than any monster she'd ever encountered.

"I would be very careful if I were you. I'm giving you one more opportunity, but I've wasted these bullets on less."

Her name called in the distance causes the woman to jump and it was only by pure luck that she didn't fire her weapon. That voice...it was so hauntingly familiar and she nearly pulls the trigger just out of confusion before she dares to dart her eyes over towards the voice.

"Bloody hell."

And just like that the weapon lowers and she paces a few steps back in utter disbelief...but not in surprise. He's different. That boyish college look to him now long gone and while maybe it would cause her breath to be taken away on a good night- this was not one of them because suddenly it all makes sense.

She'd heard through the grapevine about the great Michael vs Lucifer world ending showdown that was supposed to take place, and it was to no surprise to her back then either that it was Sam and Dean Winchester as their chosen true vessels. Through those whispers she'd learned Sam joined Dean (and Bela) in the welcome to Hell club and lived to tell the tale. How they managed to beat those odds, she wasn't sure, but what she did know was this man clearly had the devil inside of him and leave it to Sam Winchester to try and save him.

"Of course he's with you. Why am I not surprised?" Irritation is painted all over her features as she storms towards the youngest Winchester. "Do you have any idea what he was trying to do? Huh? What he still wants to do? Of course you do! And while, once again, I'm not surprised, but clearly you're not doing a very fucking good job at keeping your psycho pet leashed. And here I had always thought you were the sensible one."

Quickly Bela looks at the man, making sure he wasn't once again trying to summon any evil, before looking back to Sam, lowering her voice. "Rumor on the street is you and your brother got into some big time forces, and if that thing is what I'm thinking he is- or was- there isn't a damn thing you can do to fix him. Look at him. You coming here was a waste of your time. So why don't you get out of here and we can both pretend this never happened? Before he causes a big mess that not even you can clean up."

[lou-struck]

Re: Enchanted Pudding Part 1

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan

Part 2, 3

~ I loved the Enchanted Pudding Devilgram story and wanted to do what I think the brothers and the Datables would do if they had uninterrupted time with MC after they accidentally had a bite of Lunatic pudding.

Lucifer~

He finds you doubled over in the doorway of the house of lamination trying to catch your breath after running all the way from the castle with a trail of Lesser demons and incubi who have all been enthralled by your increased pheromone production on your tail.

It only takes a stern glare in the direction of your pursuers to get them to scatter but as he looks you over he notices that you smell better than normal.

Your breath comes out in exhausted pants as you try to explain to him that you accidentally had another bite of the Lunatic Pudding. he understands immediately but the irresistible smell your are giving off makes him only want to keep you in his arms till the end of time.

“Mc, my desires to hold you and keep you close are only amplified.” he says softly, a heavy blush on his fair skin. “Until the effects of the Pudding wear off I’m keeping you at my side. I simply cannot allow anyone else to touch what's mine."

His soothingly protective words wash over your fatigued body as the events of the day catch up with you. Now that you are no longer in danger of being hunted down you can rest easy. Lucifer captures your tired form in an gentle embrace just as you legs give out beneath you.

You give him a tired nod as he carries you bridal style up the stairs and into his study. Once magically barricaded in the room, he keeps your dozing form secure on his lap while he attempts to get a bit of work done. But you just smell so good, it makes him feel a little lightheaded and dizzy.

He doesn't even make it halfway through the first document before his eyes start to droop and his head falls into the crook of your neck where he stays for the rest of the night.

Mammon~

Right when Mammon enters the RAD cafeteria he can tell something is up. Your bookbag is left abandoned at your usual table along with a barely touched cup of Pudding as a few Lesser demons whisper amongst themselves glancing between Mammon and the hallway.

It's only when an intoxicatingly sweet aroma hits his nose he realizes what is going on.

That sweet smell belongs to you, his human, and it smells almost like how it did when Lord Diavolo gave you a bite of his Pudding...

In a flash Mammon takes off down the hallway following the trail of your pheromones using his superior speed to surpass  Demon after Demon who have dark intentions written all over their faces.

He finally is able to find you running through a corridor without your uniform jacket. His senses get the better of him as he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him as you scream, blindly twisting in his hold in fear. Seeing you react this way to him breaks his heart, and he vows that no matter how good you smell, he will keep his Treasure safe.

"MC, its me, The Great Mammon. Yer Okay, I got ya." he soothes as you peak open your teary eyes and meet his blue-gold ones. Upon seeing the Avatar of greed your chest heaves in relief as you sob into his jacket. His hands run up your arms trying to calm you down enough for you to tell him what happened.

Between gasps you explain that as a prank, one of your classmates switched the labels on your dessert to trick you into eating the forbidden sweet. 

The effects were instantaneous as the demons around you fall victim to the effects of the pudding and begin to chase after you mercilessly. You had to throw your jacket off to throw a few off your trail.

“You did a great job waiting for me. That's my Human." he says a few stay tears from your face has he breathes in deeply inhaling the effects of the pudding. “ Let’s get ya home, i'm not letting anyone else touch what’s mine.”

Leviathan~

Levi gets drawn away from his bedroom after a sweet smell wafted under his doorway. It smells so good and makes him feel so safe it makes him think of you.

Maybe the two of you could curl up in his new beanbags he got off of Akuzon and watch one of those Cheesy romance animes that normies watch

He’s so excited thinking about spending such uninterrupted time with you he doesn't realize that he is blindly following his nose out the front doors of the house on lamination and into on of the sheds in the gardens. That is where he finds you trying to hide yourself.

“Mc, why are you hiding in the Garden? He asks. But as soon as you flinch he realizes that you are scared of something. You cling to The Demon as his face turns beet-red but now that your in his arms he doesn't want to let you go.

You mumble something about accidentally having a bite of Lunatic pudding at RAD and having to find some place to lay low for a while to avoid the lesser demons before they do something Crazy

The Idea of anyone getting to be that close to his Henry angers the Avatar of Envy to no end and he quickly whisks you away to his bedroom so he can keep you all to himself. Levi's room is certainly one of the best places to hide in till the effects of the Pudding wear off since he is always prepped to shut himself away.

There is hundreds of hours of entertainment to enjoy, tons of comfy chairs, a well hidden snack stash, and of course the adorably handsome demon who loves you more than anything.

As you curl up together on the beanbags, he internally curses himself for doing such a normie activity, but any shame or embarrassment he feels dissipates as soon as he gets hit with another waves of your Pheromones as he pulls you closer to him. His face never losing that initial blush as he lulls you to sleep.

As you rest in his arms, he cant take his eyes off of you even for a second. The anime stays ignored as he enjoys the effects that the Lunatic pudding has on the both of you.

[demonicheadcanons]

The Obey Me! Brothers when a Demon Insults MC

A/N: This idea came about when some stranger swore at me and two people just immediately started cursing back at them, much worse than anything they said. It was hilarious. (And happened a year ago. I've had this in my drafts for a long time ;u;)

I was going to do one where they aren't close and one where they are, but I just settled for the idea that you're already close in this / the demon already cares about you.

Spoilers for lessons 15-16 in Beel's part.

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Lucifer

(Possessive CW)

You feel the aura behind you before his hand comes to rest on your shoulder. When you tilt your head back to look up, Lucifer is smiling something dangerous, and you feel yourself shiver before his eyes dart down to you and his entire gaze softens.

Lucifer likes the looks it draws as his grip tightens on your shoulder reassuringly, not one for being openly affectionate, but this? This was him staking a claim and glaring down at whoever had dared to insult you, pulling you towards his chest as he watches the demon who dared to shout such insults at his human shake.

He lets them leave for now, sure he'll find them again later to have a word - how dare they try to defy Lord Diavolo. In the mean time, Lucifer leans down over you from behind to check if you're okay, showing off a rare grin. Just as suddenly, he straightens up and clears his throat and expression. A hand is offered, and if you accept it, Lucifer leads you on to your next class.

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Mammon

He does not like the feeling that's settled in his stomach, and some part of him can tell its from the pact. Without actively knowing it, Mammon seeks you out and comes across you being berated by some low-tier demons. Your expression spurs him to action.

With the energy of someone chasing off a group of violent stray cats, he rushes forward and immediately starts barking insults and threats at the demons, putting himself between you and them and chasing after them a few steps, watching in anger until they're completely gone.

He turns back, then, expression fallen to that of a hurt puppy. He's all over you if you allow it and aren't so shaken up as to push him away, checking for injuries and making sure you're okay. Eventually he just holds your face in his hands and then pulls you in for a hug, shaky arms circling around you protectively.

Mammon can never forgive those demons, and rest assured if they ever set foot within 20 metres of you again he's there, ready to show off his demon form at any minute. No one messes with you. Not if your first demon can help it.

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Leviathan

Levi reacts the least in the moment. As soon as he finds out what's happening, he feels a rage building in his chest - one that would usually spur him to summon Lotan. But he feels a familiar anxiety as well, and it runs up his fingers to his palms to his wrists. He's shaking before he knows it.

With his head down, Levi walks straight up to you and things go quiet. He's still a powerful demon after all, and the battle of emotions he's experiencing has him shooting out some horrible kind of aura that has everyone nearby go as still as a statue. He grabs you and picks you up, pretending to show you something on a screen as he pushes his headphones onto your head and walks you away.

Levi isn't quite talking, not quite saying words that make any sense, but he's trying. He tries hard to distract you with a hand gently circling your wrist, applying pressure and releasing it in some odd pattern you can't read. He's shaking as much as you are.

Rest assured, Levi is going to get someone to deal with it. He either goes straight to Mammon and accuses him of not being good enough to protect you, or to Lucifer to tell him of some demon against Diavolo's plans, and is he going to let that stand? Levi knows how to get his older brothers to do his bidding, and in this moment he applies his knowledge heavily. Those demons won't go near you again.

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Satan

Haha. Yeah, good luck to those demons.

Like Lucifer, you feel his aura before you even see him. You pulls your arms away from your face and he's there, standing between two of the demons who'd decided to gang up on you and threaten you.

Satan's mode of action is to immediately start teaching these demons some real threats, because right now they're pretty pathetic if he's honest, and maybe they should try and read more if they want to speak in a more creative fashion. His aura grows and grows, and you're sure he's never emitted this much power in his more human form before, hands firmly clamped down on the assaulting demons' shoulders.

Needless to say, they don't last long. There are muttered, fearful apologies before the demons rush off, and Satan calls after them, promising another lesson shortly. He then turns to you and the aura fades, his softer smile back as he offers out a hand, now ready to comfort you. "Are you alright?"

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Asmodeus

Well, well, well! What's going on here? Whilst he finds even this expression adorable on you, he doesn't like that its not his, not something he's made and not something you appear to want. Asmo appears by your side, already standing proudly in his demon form as he picks you up and pulls you against him.

His hands are over your ears as he speaks, and you can't really make it out, can only hear your own heartbeat. Still, whatever Asmo says must be effective, because within moments his hands are pulled away and he cups your face instead, studying you carefully. There's a sad sort of sympathy behind the glow in his eyes, the reality behind the mask. It peeks out softly, but you can spot it, and the calming effect it has is stupendous.

If you allow him, Asmo tries to heal you with kisses and hugs, with soft hands running along your back until you stop shaking, and with caring whispers in your ear reminding you of your value. He would do it for no one else, not unless he had something to get from them, a prize for his efforts. But for you its free, not a heart to be won because he's already given you his.

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Beelzebub

Beel is threatening without meaning to be, and whilst he vaguely understands what's happening, he just wants the feeling in the pit of his stomach to go away. Its so much worse than hunger and he knows Belphie feels it too in that moment, his gut twisting in all sorts of ways. He recognises it a bit, the kind of feeling he would get a lot at the beginning of the war when angels would insult or even try to attack Lilith for being the catalyst.

Without having to do much, Beel focuses on getting you away, scooping you up into his arms and directing a fierce glare at the demons who'd only moments ago been gathered around you. They're intimidated by the sheer fact that they have to look so far up to even read his expression, and rush off instantly. He only holds onto you tight and gets you out of there, not even worried about getting any sort of revenge.

Beel carries you as far away as possible. If you had any classes to get to they could wait, Lucifer would understand when he explained it, but for now you needed something and that was Beel's only priority.

You're probably taken somewhere to get food, a little place out of the way that Beel found a while ago. He'll feed you himself if you want? Just say the word, MC, and he'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better. To make you feel safe again.

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Belphegor

Oh, good luck to those demons. Much like Satan, Belphie actually appears behind the disgusting things himself, a shudder running down their backs when he yawns to cover up some twisted sort of laugh. Really, this is the best they can manage?

He pushes past them to crouch down in front of you, offering out a hand. His tired lopsided smile is a familiar sight - you've seen it after so many naps, in moments where he stops trying to protect himself so much, to hide away behind a wall. He offers it so freely now, the master of all this as the youngest brother. He knows how to pull people to his side, how to be the comforting one, and whilst he doesn't often try he does now.

Belphie is the most likely to immediately retaliate, but its not in the way you'd necessarily expect. The other demons just collapse on the spot, and Belphie walks hand in hand with you, using his others to tell Lucifer of some stupid demons who were doing this and that. Its exaggerated, he throws in whatever he wants about insulting Diavolo (and does so himself, although subtly, because why waste the opportunity?) and continues until Lucifer seems to get the point.

And, much like Beel, Belphie's attention only turns to comforting you. Classes will be skipped for the rest of the day, he decides, leading you back to the attic instead. His power seems to flow lightly through you, from your hand to your head, making you drowsy. Rest would heal it all, in time.

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Pirate Mammon Pt. 2

Summary: This event has given me so many ideas so I made a second part of my Pirate Mams HC's! I know in the event they aren't brothers but in my little world they are or Mams at least sees them as brothers found family trope? Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy these as much as I do because I literally can't stop thinking about this boy.(I apologize for any grammar mistakes)

Part 1 here

Mammon isn’t afraid of other pirates and will face off against anyone who threatens his brothers or you and while Mams may try to tell you “I ain’t afraid of nothin!” he most certainly is and that’s:

👑 Sea Monsters!

👑 The boy is terrified of them and will not stay on deck to fight one. Lucifer has literally had to pull him by the collar out from below deck to help “All hands on deck means YOUR HANDS TOO MAMMON!” There may or may not be claw marks on the walls where he tried to hold on while Lucifer pulled him.

👑 If you’re the type of person who also hates things from below the sea, then he’ll use you as an excuse to not fight “Gotta keep ‘em safe Lucifer! Yer not gonna make them stay up here with us are ya?? They aren’t fit enough to fight off that thing!” Against Lucifer’s better judgment he’ll let Mammon take you below deck, no point in wasting his breath while this thing attacks the ship.

👑 If you’re intrigued or amazed by the sea dwelling beasts like Leviathan then he’ll swallow his fear and stay to fight, he wouldn’t want to look like a coward in front of you. He’ll make sure you’re not getting hit by blows from the creature or his brothers and will shield you from flying debris.

👑 Once the monster is defeated Satan always ends up studying the creature to better prepare for next time and if Mammon notices you hanging around to help him, he’ll get a little jealous and try to get your attention. After a few failed attempts he’ll huff and give up, that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you two alone though. Instead, he sits off to the side making little comments about how he’s a lot more interesting than a dead sea slug.

👑 Anytime you guys dock at a new island and are given free time to explore the city he is IMMEDIATELY pulling you off in some direction away from the others. Occasionally he’ll let Levi follow you two but not without putting up a fight first, Levi will look to you for help with sad eyes, you’ll question Mams about what the big deal is, he’ll get flustered and give in quickly. He’ll begrudgingly let Levi tag along, but he’ll pull Levi to the side and tell him he only gets to join if he promises not to distract you from The Great Mammon.

👑 Master of excuses and fake illnesses!

👑 Every now and then Mammon will get a bad feeling about an island and will try and come up with some reason why he can’t go to shore. Much like another pirate I love

👑 Lucifer will ask what his problem is this time and in return get “I have a bad case of ‘cantgoonthatisland’ disease, too bad! Guess I won’t be joinin ya!” Lucifer has heard it all at this point however, he knows the one cure for all of Mammon’s fake little illnesses. “Yes, that is rather unfortunate Mammon, I guess you’ll just have to stay here on the ship… MC you can stick with Asmo and I while we explore the island.” It’s a miracle from the skies above, Mammon has been fully cured and is already off the ship ready to go!

👑 Tease him about it P L E A S E not only because its cute to watch him turn red but also Lucifer hopes that if you tease him enough, he’ll stop coming up with illogical diseases.

👑 In a perfect world Mammon would never let you leave his side, but unfortunately that’s not how it always plays out. Being one of the toughest in the crew he usually gets the more dangerous parts of being a pirate, while others like Asmo and Belphie get tasked to watch/protect the ship. Typically, Lucifer will demand you stay on ship when things get risky and Mammon agrees, the battlefield is no place for his treasure to be --- HIS FRIEND HE SAID HIS FRIEND SHUT UP! STOP GIGGLING!

👑 Mammon will give his brothers the same speech every time: “You guys better be EXTRA careful alright! Lucifer will tie ya to the mast if you let something bad happen!! I swear if there’s a single scratch on ‘em when we get back there’ll be hell to pay! Got it??”

Belphie: “Is he talking about the ship or MC?”

Asmo: “Honestly is that even a question at this point?”

👑 Despite lecturing them for twenty minutes before Lucifer smacks him, Mammon knows his brothers are more than capable of protecting you. They may not be as tough as him and Lucifer but that does NOT make them weak, may the heavens help the poor souls that try to raid the ship while those two are watching it.

👑 If you’re the type to challenge Lucifer and demand that you not be left on the ship, then he’ll put you with Beel and Satan. You can join the land crew, but you will not be going with the three eldest, that’s putting you too close to the danger. Mammon will also lecture these two about keeping you safe, but Satan is more interested in studying the local flora/fauna than listening to another tsundere lecture and Beel has already started walking away with you in tow. Beel will carry you if you ask

👑 If you end up with injuries, be it major or minor you can guarantee Mammon is there to take care of you. He’ll watch Satan very closely as he cleans you and places bandages on your injuries, mainly so he can help you change them when the time comes but also, he’s so WORRIED.

👑 Will absolutely blame himself if you get hurt! Even if you simply tripped on the deck and scraped your knee, poor boy is concerned.

👑 Has absolutely had nightmares about not being able to save one of his brothers/you in a fight and wakes up in a cold sweat each time. If it was about a brother, he’ll quietly open the door to their room to make sure they’re okay (except Lucifer and Satan, he’ll just wait until breakfast to check on them) but if it was about you? He’s in your room in a heartbeat. If you’ll allow it, he’ll crawl into bed and just hold you until he drifts back off to sleep. If you’re not comfortable with that then he’ll sit on the floor leaning against your bed the rest of the night, he probably won’t fall back asleep but as long as he knows you’re safe that’s what matters.

👑 I said this in the first part, but he absolutely adores watching you fight! He's your biggest supporter cheering you on while simultaneously covering you from more foes. Will come completely unhinged if some jerk manages to land a blow on you, the minute he sees a spot of blood on you that doesn’t belong to your opponent he’s stepping in front of you to finish the guy off.

👑 Let’s talk about Wanted Posters!! More specifically how Mammon flaunts his and will boast anytime his bounty is raised. Has the third highest bounty on the crew and takes that as a challenge, will he ever learn? Probably not but it’s fun to watch him go for it!

👑 When you finally get your own wanted poster, he and Asmo both make a big deal out of it! “This makes you a real pirate now! Guess you’re stuck with us for good!” “Oooooh look how CUTE you are in your poster! Not as cute as me but very close!”

👑 Lucifer will place it on the board in his quarters along with everyone else’s, he’ll congratulate you on the achievement “Perhaps you could have the third highest bounty soon and replace Mammon” Mams will agree and then realize what just happened, who cares he’s so proud of you right now.

👑 Will find a copy of your poster and hang it up in his room someone love this man already. Little does he know you also have HIS wanted poster hanging in your room!

👑 Actually he came to get you for dinner one evening and happened to catch a glimpse of it on the wall, whatever he was saying when he first opened the door was never finished because he took off before you could see him become an absolute mess. Locked himself in his room and if you listened closely, you could hear his muffled screams that night.

👑 WILL LET YOU WEAR HIS COAT!!! If you mention it being kind of breezy or if you look cold he’ll wrap you in his coat and blush because holy shit?? Why are you so adorable? You’ll be the death of him one day. “Gotta get you warmer clothes… until then ya can keep my coat, I don’t need it out here anyway”

👑 One time he found you asleep on the deck. Some of the others were playing cards nearby but they hadn’t noticed you doze off. He covered you with his coat because you looked a little cold and about had a heart attack when you stirred in your sleep and wrapped yourself in his coat more.

👑 If you ever somehow got kidnapped, this man is on the hunt faster than any hound dog has ever been. He will stop at NOTHING until he finds the scum that nabbed you, even ignoring Lucifer’s warning about how they’re probably using you as bait for the rest of them. Mams does not care. They took his most valuable treasure and he’s NOT going to rest until they’ve paid for doing so. Watching him fight in general is *chef’s kiss* but watching him fight for YOU? And your safety? Absolutely stunning. Even with one eye he has incredible aim and speed, he’s wiped out half the room before the rest of your crew can show up to help.

👑 Will act like he doesn’t need medical attention even if he has cuts all over. Satan knows how stubborn he is and won’t fight him unless he’s concerned about severe infection. But if you start scolding him about cleaning his wounds and drag him to the medical bay to start doing it yourself, he will not resist. He’ll give his little protest about how they’re “barely even scratches, ‘S not worth it” but will also let you drag him half away across the ship while doing so.

👑 Absolutely melts the minute you start cleaning him up, can not keep eye contact though. In fact, you’d be lucky if he even looked in your direction, more than likely he’ll turn away and stare at pictures on the wall or down at his boots in hopes that you won’t see the blush covering his cheeks and you won’t notice how it’s spreading up to his ears and he PRAYS you can’t feel his pulse racing while you bandage his wrist.

👑 Once you finish, he’ll say something dumb like “Course ya wanna take care of me, who’d protect you if I wasn’t around?” he’ll try and tease you for worrying about him and taking care of him but on the inside, he’s thinking of a hundred ways to repay you.