#obey me lucian

[toshiro-taichou]

Cute little demons

The cute little demons of Devildom.

The next generation:

Lucian (belongs to @obeymelya)

Undertaker (belongs to me)

Alina (belongs to @obeymelya)

These next generation cuties are to be feared from their cuteness.

[devildomwriter]

A Glimpse at the Future | Lucifer x Reader

.7K Words | GN! Reader | CW: Children

Lucifer sighed as he saw the smoke slip into his room from beneath his door. Now what had his brothers done? Enough of these pranks already he was tired.

Lucifer walked through the black clouds of smoke unbothered and shielded himself with magic, prepared to open the door to mayhem.

Lucifer swung the door open, glaring, but to his surprise, nothing was there. No brothers, no smoke, no surprise trap.

Lucifer looked puzzled and looked behind him, the room he only just left had changed drastically and he heard a small cough in front of him.

Lucifer looked down and saw a young boy with black hair, parted just like his.

“What’s this,” he asked himself and the boy looked sheepish and held up papers.

Lucifer took them, hoping it may offer some explanation, and read them over carefully.

They did explain things but not everything. The date on the paper was twelve years from his present, and the name at the top was neatly written as Lucious Morningstar.

Lucious looked at him nervously and Lucifer relaxed and smiled.

He smiled at whom he understood was his son and ruffled his hair. Lucious looked surprised but beamed in joy when his father grinned and praised his score.

“Excellent job, Lucious,” he said warmly and handed the papers back.

Lucious cheered to himself and ran towards the dining room.

Lucifer followed cautiously. He wasn’t sure how he got to the future or if this was some grand illusion of his desires but he wanted to explore it either way.

He walked in hand over his chest in surprise to see you setting the table for five.

The House of Lamentation was much quieter, it seemed none of his brothers still lived there. He wasn’t sure if that was his greatest dream or if it was the fact you were there still.

You locked eyes with him and smiled, welcoming him home early.

Lucifer grinned and decided he would play along.

You walked up to him and kissed his cheek, Lucifer wrapped his arms around you and held you in a hug for a long time.

“Aww, did you miss me?” You asked him, chuckling,

Lucifer nodded, “more than you know.”

You looked concerned for a moment, “was work rough today?”

“You could say that…” Lucifer said. This was half true as in the present he’d been doing paperwork to make up for Diavolo wasting time on a grand prank.

Lucifer looked around the room and you led him to his chair. He shook his head and pulled out the chair for you. You blushed and sat down as he scooted you back into the table and took his own seat.

“So…how was everyone’s day?” He asked you and the three children.

“Good!” Lucious exclaimed.

“It was fine,” the girl chimed in quietly and the youngest boy nodded.

The girl had long black hair with a white streak and the youngest boy had fully black hair and his eyes resembled yours.

Lucifer grinned and together the five of you ate the soup you’d made.

You watched Lucifer and smiled. Something was different about him but you decided you’d ask him later.

After he was finished eating, Lucifer saw smoke in the corner of his eyes and frowned. He looked at you one last time and promised, “I’ll see you again soon.”

“Lucifer?” You asked, worried, and stood up abruptly. Suddenly your husband disappeared and the door to the dining room opened.

Lucifer looked puzzled as he looked at his partner and children, all surprised and anxious.

“D-daddy!” Lucian exclaimed and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“Lucifer what just happened?” You asked, frightened.

He blinked, befuddled, and then began to laugh, “Ah, it was today was it?”

You gave him a confused expression and he sat down to explain.

“Twelve years ago a prank pulled by Satan and Belphie backfired and sent me to the future…the Lucifer you just spoke with was me from many years ago.”

You gasped and your children were equally shocked.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Lucille commented and Lucifer nodded.

“Of course not, if I grew old I’d leave you behind and I don’t intend to do that.” He explained calmly.

You nodded and sighed in relief and in wonder. So all this time Lucifer knew you’d be together with children. Perhaps that’s why he suddenly had more confidence than usual. You checked the calendar and grinned. Twelve years ago exactly had been the day he asked you to marry him. Unlike how he usually behaved it was out of the blue, simple, and a little rushed. You hadn’t minded though, because it meant you’d spend eternity with him.

[lusifernocturne]

Binx’s envy form

-Absolute little brat

-Triggered by him being envious

-Also sometimes triggered by hyperdilation on something

-It’s so hard to get him to shut the fuck up

-Very likely to start a fight

-Also very pouty

-Best control of water when like this

-One of the hardest for him to directly pull from

-Can talk to magical creatures of the water, but does not have actual control over them.

-High resistance to curses

-Responds best to Umi(Japanese for 'Sea')

[playasmo]

IM BRAINROTTING ON THE OBEY ME CAST AS FATHERS,

how would they name their children???😩😩😩

how the obey me brothers would name their children

disclaimer; these are my personal headcanons, feel free to tell which names you liked the most!

edit;;i posted the side characters version too! go check it out if you want <//3

genre; fluff

lucifer;

lucifer would either name the baby with a variation of his name, or homage somebody or something dear to him

if it’s a boy, lucian or lucius. both names means light, if it’s a girl, he would call her lilith. danica is a second option: the name means morning star.

mammon;

he would either name his baby after something expensive. another option is mashing up your names together

if it’s a boy he would go for midas, which means touch of gold, or straight up fortune,

if its a girl, esmeralda which means emerald. or diamond, the name speak for itself.

leviathan;

definitely name his baby to reference something he likes. some people may think he would name his children after an anime character he likes, but that is not the case

if it’s a boy, henry without a doubt, the name means house ruler. he would also like christopher, to simeon’s joy, which means bearing christ. very very ironic.

if its a girl, mira, which means ocean. he also likes umiko, a japanese name that means child of the sea.

satan;

he takes inspiration from human literature and would name his baby after a character or author he particularly likes.

if it’s a boy, william which means protection and desire. he chose it because of william sherlock scott holmes, probably the most famous fictional detective in the history of literature, it’s also a reference to shakespeare. another boy name is dante which means everlasting, after the italian poet dante alighieri, that wrote “the divine comedy”, which is set in heaven, purgatory and then hell.

if it’s a girl he would name her juliet which means youthful, another tribute to shakespearen literature. emma, after jane austen’s book, is also a name he likes, it’s means whole or universal.

asmodeus;

he only choose the name if it’s pretty. often goes for floral and fancy names that sound aesthetically pleasing to him.

if it’s a boy, narciso which means of narcissus, named after the myth.

he briefly considered cupid but he threw away the idea and choose a simple but pretty name like prince, which means royal son.

if it’s a girl, regina which means queen, or bellerose which means beautiful rose.

beelzebub;

he is a family-oriented person, and will try to pass his values to his children.

if it’s a boy, titan which means defender. despite being the name of a fruit, he also likes açaí which means weeping fruit.

if it’s a girl, ohana which means family in hawaiian, another name he consider is belarmina which means beautiful armor, he choose it because it’s starts with ‘bel’, just like his and belphegor’s name.

belphegor;

big fan of space-related names, it’s even easier for him since there are a lot of stars and constellations he can get his inspiration from. like lucifer, he would also try to pay homage to lilith.

if it’s a boy, sirius which means glowing, named after the brightest star in the earth’s night sky. he also likes badar which means full moon.

if it’s a girl, a name variation of lilith, something like lilithe or just lili. he also likes alrisha, one of the brightest star of the pisces constellation, since pisces is his and beelzebub’s zodiacal sign.

[hells-sirenqueen]

roleplayer name: Xixi

roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

muse name(s): @hells-sirenqueen:

Hazbin Lilith -Lilith Morningstar (og/ show canon) -Albedo as alt fc -Sinner Snake Queen Lilith ( Unholy Crusade verse) -Queen Lilith Aradat Demonica (Dark Lilith - Failed Cycle Lilith/ Vampire UC Verse) ------ @baphomet-slumber-queen Belphegor - fc Gaap (Umineko)

-Frequent side muse Bethany ( paralysis demon) - fc Demon form Catherine. --- @cannibalxroses Overlord Rosie (Hartfelt. Married in UC verse to @/radioiaci and has taken his last name.) ----- @fxiled-fxithful Angela Blanc/ Ash Landers -Versed in Black Butler / Obey Me! / Hellverse -Primary focus is the Unholy Crusade Event/Verse & Aus associated

--------- @forgottenxsoldier Marie Hellverse OC (Former) Exorcist Angel

preferred communication: Honestly? Discord. I jump from one blog to another frequently depending on the muse I am feeling. So discord is the way to go. If you would like my discord and we are mutuals, please feel free to ask for it.

experience: Oh boy. So far as writing online, I've been rping since 2012. Started on Facebook, then slowly moved onto here and then to Twitter and then discord. Lately I've been mostly on here and discord though.

preferred roleplay type: I'm a hopeless romantic. I mean, I draft poems and romantic shit all the time. There is a writing partner of mine, whom I have a server with. We leave each other IC poetry for our characters and honestly it gives me life. I actually wrote a fic with them this past summer with our characters leaving love letters for one another. It was super sweet. (It was for Lucian x Shauntal. You can find it here if you're interested in reading it. I wrote for Shauntal.) But I am usually found writing some sort of angst or flirty/romantic scene. I'm..not the best at fight scenes, but with the UC verse, I've had to step out of that comfort zone a lot. It can get OP and Godmodding very quickly. I honestly hate it. There are some exceptions though. Like, if I am actively talking to my writing partner about the fight and what would seem fair, I'm down with the fight. Overall though? I just really don't see much appeal to being aggressive in writing.

pet peeves & dealbreakers:Lack of communication between replies for threads. If there isn't an ideal goal or direction that a thread is meant to steer towards or enough ooc conversation to keep all parties involved for the thread, things can get messy or even cause a bit of a writer's block for other parties involved. I know I offer to change my replies often if it doesn't work out well for my partner, but I'm well aware that there are writers out there who won't. Just keeping an open mind and open line of communication out of character goes a long way. It irks me when I have to deal with those who aren't. Thankfully I haven't had to deal with that in this RPC, but I have had to deal with it before.

best time to write: Late in the evening. Usually around 9-11pm EST. I'm usually mobile but if I have a thread that is important enough to be concerned about, I will relocate to my laptop if needs be.

are you like your muse?: I'd like to think I see a little bit of myself in each of my muses.

I'm always prejudged without anyone getting a chance to know me like Lilith, I have a terrible love/hate relationship with sleep like Belphie and I can be snarky like Bethany. I do love to gossip like Rosie and I have a bestie I talk to every so often to share the tea with. ( Lookin' at you @alteregozowie) I can be a devout friend like Angela and at times, I tend to have a similar temper that Ash has. But most of the time I feel like Marie. A clueless person who has no idea what the hell is going on and feeling like an absolute airhead 85% of the time.

Tagged by : @hells-greatestdad

Tagging: @mages-pandoras-box, @radioiaci, @radi0activesmile, @primordialruin, @sirserpentine, and anyone else who wants to

[g0ttal0ve101]

Lucian <3

[a/n]: we know how this goes……………...☹️ tw: child abuse, implied SA.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Lucian sobbed hysterically, his tears and snot running down his face and onto the floor as the belt buckle busted against his back. The impacts were becoming so harsh that patches of his pale skin were shaded an unnaturally dark red, displayed with the various other colors of bruises that were left on his body from days prior.

It felt like every apology he gave her resulted in another strike against his spinal cord. She started off with his butt, which is why his body was forcibly bent over her lap, but as she grew more angry, she went higher — harder.

Her eyes were devoid of all emotion as yet another crack of the belt echoed through the house. The sound was practically embedded into the wall’s foundation from how often she did it. But even then, she didn’t seem to realize or care about the statistics. She would do it when he was bad. That’s all.

Upon hearing the clacking of the metal against the little boy’s skin, Ryan came up from the basement and into the living room. When he saw the sight of Lucian nearly hanging upside down while his mother brutally beat his lower back, his voice cracked louder than the belt ever could.

“Michelle!”

She released him. Lucian toppled to the floor and grabbed at his back, sobbing as he tried to rub it to make it feel better — but to no success.

Finally, she stood up from the couch and extended her arm to point out the furthest corner of the living room. “Go.”

Lucian obeyed. Facing the corner and putting his forehead against the wall, he tried his best to stand up straight like she taught him. He didn’t want her to be mad anymore. He wanted her to forgive him.

His stepfather’s voice was stern as he spoke to his mother, presumably trying to get to the bottom of her consistent violent tendencies toward her son. Lucian knew it wouldn’t get anywhere. It never did.

“What did he do?”

Michelle hesitated for a moment, almost as if she was debating on whether or not to tell the truth. “…He pissed the bed again.”

Ryan didn’t take kindly to that explanation. “You’re hitting him like he did it on purpose! He’s only six!”

“Yeah, six! He’s way too old to be pissing himself at night! What, Ryan? You want me to put diapers on him or do you want him to learn not to fucking piss all over the place when he’s sleeping?!”

“How the hell is beating him going to stop that?! No one can control what they do when they’re sleeping! Are you hearing yourself?!”

“Surely a six-year-old can come tell his mother whenever he pissed all over himself, right? And not throw himself whenever I tell him to get in the shower? He cries and cries and cries whenever I tell him to wash himself off because he’s a disrespectful little brat! ‘Don’t make Daddy wash me, I can wash myself!’ Then he stands in the bathroom for twenty minutes doing God knows what!”

“So, hold on, you’re beating him like that because he cried about getting in the shower? But he got in the shower, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he got in the shower after twenty minutes of me fucking begging him.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem? Why’re you beating him after he cleaned himself off?”

“Because he was still crying like a little girl when he came out, so I gave him something to cry about. He needs to learn how to shut his fucking mouth when I tell him to. Little slut can’t do it for more than five seconds.”

“What the fuck did you just call him?!”

“A slut! You want me to call him over here so I can say it to his face?! He’s stupid fucking slut!”

“He’s six!”

Upon hearing that, Michelle grabbed her car keys and started putting on her coat. Ryan followed her around the house, trying to get his point entirely across and prevent her from running off again.

“Don’t run away, Michelle! You need to apologize for what you said! That little boy has done nothing to you! Nothing! And yet, every fucking night, it’s always something! ‘He didn’t put his clothes away right’ or ‘he didn’t put his dish in the dishwasher!’ He’s only in the first grade! You’re treating him like he’s some fucking prisoner!”

Following her into the kitchen where her pack of cigarettes laid on the table, Ryan tried to grab her arm and yank her back. She shoved him away.

“I’m tired of you telling me how to raise my kid. I can do and say whatever the fuck I wanna to him. I gave birth to him. I feed him. I put clothes on his back. I give him a place to stay. He needs to act right.”

“Look how you’re talking about him. ‘I give my kid basic necessities to live, look at what a good mother I am!’ Seriously, Michelle. Wake up. You’re going to do him so much damage that you’re not even gonna recognize him anymore. You’re fucking with his brain. You’re abusing him.”

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”

Despite being in the next room, Lucian flinched from her voice. He pressed his forehead against the wall harder, clenching his eyes shut and crying silently to himself. He was terrified of what she was capable of doing. He knew that one wrong move could result in another fist-fight between the two.

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT RAISING A KID! WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY?!”

“Michelle—!”

“YOU KNOW EVERYTHING I SAY IS TRUE! THAT KID IS GOING TO BECOME JUST LIKE HIS FATHER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! I ALREADY SEE IT IN HIS EYES!”

“You don’t—!”

“STOP PRETENDING TO CARE! YOU DON’T FUCKING CARE! WE BOTH KNOW THE REASON WHY YOU’RE DOING THIS!”

“What’s the reason, Michelle? You tell me.”

Silence. Long, dreadful silence.

And with that, the front door slammed shut and shook the entire house. Lucian continued to stare at the wall even in her absence, but allowed himself to stop holding back his tears. He loved his mother. He knew somewhere deep inside, she loved him too. He just wished she’d stop being such a bitch.

He hated how loud his sniffles and whimpers were now that she was gone. As he predicted in less than a second, Ryan approached him because of it. He tensed up and clutched at his shirt, trying his hardest not to do anything to make him upset.

Ryan kneeled down beside him silently. “…It’s okay, Bunny. You’re not in trouble.”

Even with that assurance, Lucian continued to face the wall. “I don’t want Momma to be mad at me anymore…”

Ryan grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from the wall. This only caused him to cry more.

“I-I didn’t mean to. I promise I didn’t. I-It just happened and…!”

“I know, honey. I’m not mad at you.”

Lucian averted his eyes. Ryan moved closer and rubbed his upper arms in an attempt to console him.

“Do you ever wake up when it happens?”

“Sometimes…” he murmured, truly ashamed of himself. “But I don’t wanna wake her up ‘cause she’ll get really mad at me…”

“Well, you can always wake me up instead.”

Finally, they made eye contact. Ryan saw his little stepson staring back at him with wide, tearful eyes. Lucian saw his stepfather staring at him with those same dark and cold eyes that haunted his conscience. Even with a soothing voice and warm expression, those callous eyes gave up the facade. Lucian understood it was a reflection of who he truly was on the inside — unfeeling and cruel.

Lucian wiped his tears with his sleeve, feeling Ryan’s hands lowering to his hips.

“Do you go to the bathroom before bed? Are you sure you’re not holding it?”

“I-I’m not. I just get really scared a-and then it happens.”

“Scared? Scared of what, honey?”

Lucian’s eyes widened as he recalled it. He shuddered and shook his head, refusing to tell him until he got closer. When he did, he panicked.

“I…I have really bad dreams.”

Ryan hesitated before asking. “About what?”

“Please don’t be mad…”

“Of course I won’t be.”

Lucian lowered his head and stared at the floor. He couldn’t look at him when he said it. It hurt too much to see those same eyes that fell upon his nude body before, full of lust and desire.

“You.”

There was a long while of silence. Lucian couldn’t bear to look him in the face, but especially not in the eyes. He hated them. He truly did.

Ryan’s arms met his waist as he pulled him in for a tight embrace. Lowering his hands from his face Lucian stood motionless, staring into space while a million thoughts swarmed through him. He didn’t know what to do or think. At least, not until Ryan started speaking.

“It’s okay.” His voice was eerily quiet as he whispered in his ear rather than speaking with his chest. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

Lucian sobbed into his shoulder, feeling safe enough to accept his embrace and wrap his arms around him too. It felt nice to be held.

“Daddy…” he cried, moving closer in response to Ryan’s hands stroking his sore back.

“I love you, Bunny. You know that, right?”

Ryan pressed his lips against Lucian’s cheek. Now Lucian felt guilty. He always made him feel guilty.

“I really do love you. Please don’t ever think that I don’t. I know I’ve hurt you, I know I have, but I want to make it better.” He held Lucian even tighter. “I just love you so much…I know it’s wrong, Bunny. I know.”

Ryan’s voice made him even sadder. He loved his stepfather just as much as his mother. Even if he was scared of him, even if he knew that he’d still hurt him after this, he loved him all the same.

Sweeping him off his feet and carrying him over to the couch, Ryan rested his stepson on his lap. His hair was glued to his round face from all the tears his eyes produced, so Ryan began gently combing it back with his fingers, looking at him with those same dark eyes as before. Lucian trembled from his touch. As much as he loved physical affection, he could never be sure what was going through Ryan’s mind as he did it. At any second, he could hurt him again with the same calloused hands that held his petite frame lovingly.

“Does it still hurt where she hit you?”

Lucian’s eyes accidentally met his. “Mhm…”

“Can I see?”

Lucian never denied him. Getting off his lap and turning around, he lifted his shirt up a little so he could see all the fresh bruises. Adrenaline zipped through his veins when he felt him grab the end of his shirt and lift it up more. In response to that, Lucian quickly turned back around and pulled his shirt down as far as it could go. Ryan looked at him with a sad glint in his eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Bunny. Okay? I promise I won’t.”

Lucian shook his head.

“Listen to me. Lay down so I can see it.”

It was sad how easy it was to get Lucian to listen. All he had to do was raise his voice just a notch lower than before.

Lowering his head onto Ryan’s lap, Lucian sprawled out across the couch so he could his back better. Various patches of red, purple, and blue were scattered across the little boy’s pale skin. It was sickening to see all the different colors and shades spread out before his eyes. Some were fresh, some were old, but his little body desperately worked to heal all of them. In the end, it didn’t matter if it succeeded or not. The wounds returned too quickly.

His silence caused Lucian discomfort. He tried to lift his head to see what he was doing, but he got too scared and put it back down.

Eventually, Ryan released him and stood back up, towering over his petite frame. “Take a little nap, honey. I’ll wake you up when breakfast is ready.”

Lucian lifted his head to look at him one last time. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, Bunny. Of course not.”

“…Are you mad at Mommy?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about things like that, baby.”

Lucian felt warm inside. “…Okay.”

Ryan covered him up with a thin blanket and pushed his hair from his face, planting a kiss on his wet cheek.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too. Always.”

Without alcohol in his system, his Daddy really did love him — Lucian knew it wouldn’t be long before his sobriety wore off and he picked up another bottle but until then, he loved him all the same. It just sucked how his heartbeat didn’t regulate until he was out of sight.

[hrizantemy]

Feyre said that Lucien gave her “almost the same speech” that Ianthe did about “tamlin is a high lord. You will be his wife. There are traditions and expectations you must uphold. We must uphold” and feyre also tells him “you sound a great deal like her/Ianthe” when he tells her she shouldn’t ask for “free rein” to walk 3 miles outside and test her powers because what tamlin orders they obey and feyre falling in line is for the “stability” and appearance of the court.

These sentiments are the same ones Ianthe was telling feyre. She doesn’t even know who Ianthe is then and she’s only commenting that Lucian and Ianthe are telling her the same thing.

like come on, why are you so delusionaly hateful about these books, overanalyzing nesta to explain away her awful behavior and find fault everywhere in the ic by twisting every little things and then deny what’s blatant?

This is straightforward. Both Ianthe and lucian on page tell feyre when she expresses that she feels stifled by the restrictions and control tamlin is putting on her that she should go along with it and that it sends a message that will help the court heal after amarantha. It’s not complicated, Ianthe and Lucien don’t have to be the same people to be telling feyre the same thing- they both had an incentive to get feyre to suck ip her pain and fall in line with tamlin’s rules to keep the “peace” and “stability” as they say.

Like can you read or critically think? Or are you just so hateful about these characters that you make up issues?

But I dont know what I expected from a rape apologist like you

It seems my post about what Feyre said to Lucien struck a nerve for you. First and foremost, I have never excused rape, so I’m not sure where you’re getting that from.

Second, every analysis I’ve made regarding Nesta doesn’t excuse her actions. It debunks false claims like her enabling Elain, being ableist, or that she should have been parentified. My criticisms of the characters surrounding her stem from the belief that the punishments don’t fit the crimes in many cases. It’s one thing to hold people accountable, but it’s another to use trauma or struggles as ammunition against them.

Third, people are entitled to their own opinions on matters like this. Just because Feyre didn’t fully grasp what was going on with Lucien at the time doesn’t mean her words didn’t affect him. Ianthe had been harassing him, so imagine how he might have felt hearing those comparisons. Look at it like the situation where Amren compared Feyre to Tamlin when she wanted to protect her sisters. Feyre did what she thought was right at the time, just as Lucien did. That doesn’t make his actions right, but it also doesn’t excuse the impact her words may have had.

Fourth, I haven’t denied anything, so I’m unsure what you’re referring to there. If you believe I’ve misunderstood something, feel free to point it out, but baseless accusations don’t further the discussion.

Fifth, I’m not being delusional or hateful. I dislike certain characters and the author, and I’m entitled to those opinions. Plenty of people read books, enjoy analyzing characters and themes, and form critical opinions. That’s part of engaging with literature.

And finally, if you don’t like what I have to say, you can always block me. It’s simple. Engaging with someone’s posts doesn’t mean you have to agree, but personal attacks and wild accusations just diminish any real dialogue.

[slothquisitor]

What Moves in the Dark: Chapter Sixteen

A post-campaign Baldur’s Gate 3 eldritch horror AU.

Chapter summary: Liv and the gang look for Astarion. TW: Body horror, mentions of past abuse.

Read from the beginning.

Read on AO3.

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When the door opens and light pours into the room that is his cell, Astarion doesn’t move. He has done this before, after all. He’s not exactly sure how to play this, so he opts for nonchalance. He sits, unbothered and without reaction as the figure enters the room. 

He learned a long time ago that the only control he truly has in these situations is within his own mind. His body would obey an order, bleed, he might even scream despite how hard he tried to bite them back. But in his mind, he could be anywhere…untouchable. So he retreats there, pulling his consciousness back, retreating from his own limbs, embracing the numbness. 

The figure is closer now, and he can see who it is now. It is Lucian. Or whatever is puppeting Lucian. He’s not sure that there’s a person still in there. He is moving like a normal person at least. Which is a small mercy, he’s not sure he’d be able to keep it together if whatever this person is sauntered in on all fours again. 

“You are dead.” The voice rasps as if the words have clawed themselves out of Lucian’s throat. There is no expression on the face at all as if it either doesn’t understand how to move the muscles of the face or simply doesn’t care to try. 

“Is that a threat? Forgive me if I don’t take it very seriously. If you wanted me dead, I already would be.” He keeps his tone even, careful. Watching for the way each word lands. He’s getting startlingly little. 

“Observation, merely. You do not live. You have no heartbeat…no pulse of life.” There is no intonation, no flicker of emotion in the voice. It is more than simply off-putting. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Not a lot of corpses have this vigor.” Keep it talking, whatever this is. Figure it out, what it wants, what it wants from him.

“Are there others like you?”

“Well, there’s no one quite like me.” 

Not a smile, not even a hint of anything living behind those dead eyes. “How many?”

“Oh, at least seven thousand and six, give or take. I’m sure not all of them survived their trip to the Underdark. But I did find letters from Cazador to another vampire lord…”

Lucian lunges at him, his face mere inches from his own. He has dropped into a crouch, and it takes every bit of two centuries of pretending to not be afraid in the face of Godey and Cazador and his siblings to not flinch away. This close, he can smell Lucian’s blood, it is so foul it makes him want to retch. He stops breathing to avoid gagging. 

“How many?” He expected the words to come out angry, annoyed, but there again is no intonation, no emotion behind it. 

“I don’t know. Vampires aren’t exactly popular in this realm. Something you might be familiar with since you’re wearing this body. What are you?”

“I am beyond comprehension.”

“Try me.”

Lucian’s righthand paws at the dirty floor, but Astarion keeps his attention on his face, on the expressionless, emotionless void. “I did. You are the first thing I could not control. I could not use you to find the others. But I will learn. That is why you are here.”

He doesn’t know what any of that means, but a cold spear of fear spreads through his limbs. Suddenly he’s very glad he had blacked out for whatever happened before, whatever this thing did to him. Or tried to do. There’s an anger there, too. A rage he doesn’t know how to name. He cannot deal with it now.

“I should try again,” Lucian says without judgment or anger, jaw dropping open and drawing closer. The room is dark, so it takes a moment for Astarion to be able to see the way the tendrils spread and reach from the back of Lucian’s throat toward Astarion’s face. He doesn’t bother tamping down the fear now. He’s not sure that this thing cares anyway. He leans as far back as he can, but there’s nowhere to go, he’s already up against the stone wall. 

He doesn’t dare touch Lucian, not sure what will happen, what might emerge from him. But the tendrils are coming closer and closer, branching and grasping like tiny vines. He’s not sure how Lucian plans to use him, or if those tendrils need to go down his own throat, but he keeps his lips pressed firmly shut, twisting as far away as he can.  

But he is trapped. He can feel the tendrils brush against his skin, a vicious caress. He closes his eyes, he’d rather not see whatever fresh horror is in store. 

Suddenly the sensation disappears. He forces his eyes open. Lucian’s head has snapped to the side…it is twisted unnaturally far to look back at the open door. And then without another word or a glance back at him, it scrambles out of the room. Astarion’s breath comes back to him in gasping pulls. He doesn’t need to breathe, but his body doesn’t always remember that. He leans his head back against the stone wall and closes his eyes, grateful for the moment that he has managed to survive this. That whatever was about to happen didn’t happen…but it might later, and he needs a plan. 

It is then that he looks down at the ground, and sees where Lucian had been pawing at it with his hand, but that’s not what he was doing at all. 

Written in the dirt, messy but legible, are the words, “Help me.”

Is Lucian still inside whatever that thing is?

***

“You’re mad at me,” Percy says as Liv follows him up through the wide Upper City streets. The moon shines coldly above them, drenching the empty streets in silver light. 

No, she isn’t merely mad or merely scared. Somehow, it feels as though every emotion, every new piece of information, and every decision made, is too fucking overwhelming. It is all too much, and so it all just runs together until she feels more numb than anything else.

“I’ve been mad at you most of my life, Percy. I don’t see why it needs to matter now.”

He’s leading them through the Manorborn District. Before they’d left Ramazith’s tower, Percy had handed over every one of his weapons. Shadowheart, Veska, and Minsc have been tasked with keeping an eye on him, in case whatever he’d infected himself with had less to do with voices and more to do with action. 

That is yet another thing that feels too overwhelming to deal with. So she tries not to think about it at all. 

Rolan, Cal, and Lia had opted to stay behind at Ramazith’s Tower believing that if Astarion managed to escape on his own, he was likely to go there first. It has been well over the promised hour, but Kharis hasn’t gotten back to her. She’d like to check in, but doesn’t want to waste a spell she might need later, so they’re going into this blind. Which seems to be bothering her much more than anyone else. Is this how they saved the whole damn world? Just by jumping in without all the information first? 

“I guess that’s…understandable,” he replies. “I should have reached out after you left. Told you everything.”

She is not really interested in exhuming the past right now. Not when there are much bigger problems, but then, he’s infected and she doesn’t have a way to fix it that’s not draining him of his blood and hoping for the best. 

“How long?”

“Since Brelia died.”

She doesn’t look at him, keeps her eyes trained instead on the street. They’ve never talked about this. She’s not sure that she wants to do it now. “I see.”

And he’s been living a double life ever since. Working with the Guild…helping Veska. But not her. It is just another sort of betrayal amongst betrayals. But knowing that Percy has the capacity to help, to be so different than what she has always known. She wants to ask him why. Why he never helped her, why he set the Guild to keep an eye on her, but wouldn’t talk to her himself. Why he helped Astarion without telling him who he was. But she’s not sure she wants the answer. Percy is a lot easier to hate at a distance. A lot easier to find untrustworthy when he’s not infecting himself in order to find Astarion. 

She’s having a very hard time reconciling her ideas of who her brother is, the person he’s always been to her to the person she’s seen over the last hour. And maybe all of those things will get to matter, but they don’t right now. He’s here and he’s helping, and everything else will have to wait. 

“This way,” Percy says, leading them down a narrow side street. The walls of the two manors that flank it rise up in the moonlight, dark and imposing. It looks like a dead end. 

“I do not believe that this will lead us anywhere,” Jaheira says, glancing at Gale with one eyebrow raised. 

There’s a stone retaining wall at the end of this side street, and Percy pauses at it and then begins to run his hands over the stone while he looks for something. 

“What are you looking for?” she whispers to his back, glancing back at their companions who are looking doubtfully on. 

He doesn’t stop tracing the stones with his fingers. “This.” There’s a slight click as one of the stones pushes into the wall, and then part of the stone pushes back and away, revealing a passageway. Percy turns to the group looking more than a little proud of himself. 

“Well, this looks promising. Nothing bad ever happened when we went into strange dark passageways,” Shadowheart says. 

“Well, let us hope this works.” Jaheira opens her palm and whispers Astarion’s name as she casts the spell to locate him. A tiny golden arrow appears in her palm, it wobbles a bit, but as she holds her palm near the doorway, it settles on a direction. Jaheira grins. “And now we have a heading.”

It takes all of Liv’s self-restraint not to rush into the darkened passageway in search of Astarion, instead, she waits for further instructions from Jaheira or Gale who everyone else seems to defer to. 

“Stick close to me,” Jaheira says to her and then ducks inside. 

Liv glances at her brother, who has moved aside to let her through. There are so many things she wants to say, should probably say. She thinks that maybe she should be grateful, but no words come. 

He merely leans against the stone threshold, all relative ease.  “Go on, find Astarion.”

Later. They will talk about this later. And then she follows Jaheira into the dark. 

***

Astarion is grateful for once, for the darkness. There is movement beyond this room that is his cell, heavy footfalls, voices murmuring. He retreats as deep as he can into the darkness, unsure if it is better to go undiscovered by whoever might be beyond the door or risk a rescue by someone who is just as bad as his captor. 

Because Lucian, or whatever the thing is that’s puppeting his body…Not-Lucian needs to control him…for what? What can he do…because he could find other infected people? Is it gathering them all here? Moira had said she’d been hearing voices telling her to come to the Upper City…to come here? Is every other infected person here too? Why would it need all the pieces of itself back together? 

He has to get out of here. 

He examines his shackles again, desperately searching for some way to open them. There’s no keyhole, but maybe he’s wrong, maybe they’re not magical. Maybe they can be broken. He begins banging the shackle on his wrist against the sharpest stone outcropping on the wall. 

All he gets for his trouble is a sore wrist. 

He might be able to get his hands out if he’s willing to break his thumbs. His thumbs have been broken before, not by himself, but he’s fairly certain he could do it, but that won’t solve the problem of his ankle shackles. He leans his head back; he hates how quickly the depressing calculations of pain versus freedom have reared their ugly head. The futility of his ability to change his situation is sinking in, and with it comes a certain degree of panic. What if he is trapped here forever? What if Not-Lucian comes back? What if it learns - whatever the hells that means?

There’s movement at his door, but not simple footfalls going past, someone is opening it. He presses further against the wall as if he can disappear into it. He will not be taken by surprise. Not here. He’ll fight back this time; he’s ready. 

Except that he isn’t. Because the door opens and wreathed in golden lights that bob around her head, it is Liv. Liv is here .

He whispers her name, half convinced that she will disappear like smoke. But she doesn’t.  

“Astarion!” She rushes forward into the room, toward him. She drops to her knees in front of him, eyes filled with so much genuine concern as they roam over him. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” 

“Never better, my dear,” he says, chin raised as if he hasn’t been scared shitless since he woke up. He forces a smile as if he isn’t a mess, covered in dried blood, clothes ruined and stiff. As if he was never worried at all, as if being captured was a mere inconvenience and not a reminder of his darkest and bleakest memories.

She’s here and the rest doesn’t matter. He can see her look at the shackles, realize there’s no keyhole, and then rest her hand against them, murmuring something he doesn’t quite catch. He feels more than sees the magic fall away, and then the shackles follow. It is a profound relief. 

“You came for me.” The words are out before he can stop them, before he can smother the way emotion fills them out, pressing up against every syllable, giving his fear away.  

She freezes, her emerald eyes have caught an edge as she looks at him. “Always.” She says it like it was never a question like she was always on her way to him. He loves her for that. 

And quite without thinking about it, his now free arms are around her, pulling her into a tight hug. She is here, and he is safe. He’s sure that the way his hands clench at her robes dispels the illusion of nonchalance, one that she had perhaps seen through already, she is so good at seeing him. He’s not sure he cares anymore. He breathes her in, feels her warmth and her familiarity. 

Her hands move in comforting arcs against his back. “You’re alright,” she whispers, and he’s not sure if it’s more for his benefit or hers. But it is hard not to melt into the comfort she offers, the quiet, fervent hope. 

“How did you find me?” he asks, pulling away, but only just, he can’t quite keep from touching her, as if she might disappear if he doesn’t keep a hand on her. It’s ridiculous, but he can’t stop himself. 

She smiles and inclines her head toward the doorway. “I had an awful lot of help.” 

He glances back at the door, at the familiar figures quietly watching their exchange. “You know, if you wanted to get the old crew back together you could have just invited us to a nice dinner rather than getting yourself captured,” Jaheira says with a hint of annoyance that is entirely undone by the smile that follows.

Gale stands just behind her offering a wave. “Shadowheart and Minsc are here too, but they’re scouting ahead with Veska and Percy.”

They’re here. His friends are here. For him. The realization rocks through him, knocking loose the last of the bitterness that had taken up residence inside him when he’d missed a goodbye on a dock. When he’d stood looking at a river until sunrise, missing his friends. But Liv and Gale and Jaheira and Shadowheart and Minsc…even Percy, and whoever the hells Veska is are here. They’re here for him. 

He glances around doubtfully. “Jaheira, is this venue not up to your expectations? I’m hurt.”

And then this room that has been filled with nothing but terror and panic and worry is suddenly filled with laughter as well as light, and it manages to banish some of the awfulness of the last few hours. They’re here, and together, they’ll solve this. 

“I brought your armor and weapons,” Liv says, opening her bag. 

He could kiss her for that. “Thank you, I’m afraid these clothes are rather ruined.”

Liv looks him over. “The blood isn’t yours, is it?” 

He shakes his head. 

She nods. “I could try to prestidigitate some of the blood away.”

He extends his arms, ignoring the impulse to scratch the dried blood off of him. “Please.”

It takes a few moments, but most of the blood does disappear from his skin, and his clothing feels less stiff. Perhaps he might still be able to salvage the coat. At any rate, it’s not the most pressing issue. Liv pulls out the pieces of his armor and then his weapons from her bag, setting them out in a neat line before him. He immediately begins undressing, eager to be in the safety of his armor, back in control. Back to himself. 

He isn’t particularly concerned about undressing in front of her or Jaheira and Gale, but he still notices the way Liv flushes just the tiniest bit pink and turns away. It’s rather endearing. 

So is the way she clears her throat before asking a question. “Have you seen anything that might help us know what we’re about to be up against?”

He sighs. “That man the Bhaalists met with? Goes by the name of Lucian….I met with him…with…whatever is using his body. I think Lucian is still in there. While I conversed with it, he scratched ‘help me’ in the dirt.”

“So this is all against his will?” 

“So it would seem. Whatever this is seems to be trying to get all its pieces back together. Was rather miffed it couldn’t infect or control me in order to help it get it all back. So we have the upper hand since it’s still looking for Moira’s blood, and perhaps others too who didn’t follow the voices.”

Liv stiffens before turning to look at him, her face pale. “Oh shit.”

He’s just finishing strapping his last dagger on his body. “What?”

“Moira’s blood isn’t Moira’s blood anymore. Percy infected himself so we could find you.”

Shit, indeed. “And he’s scouting ahead…deeper in?” Which means closer to whatever Not-Lucian is doing…playing exactly into its hands.

His alarm is mirrored on Jaheira and Gale’s faces. Liv is already running for the door. “We need to go!”

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Twst Art of my Yuu's/oc's, I did

Around the time I first joined Twisted Wonderland Fandom, I wanted to make a girl Yuu, but then others were arguing about "hOw CaN yUu bE A gIrL iF iT's A aLL-bOy ScHoOl"

This was before Yuuka was introduced. In the end, I draw both female and male versions of Yueme. Girl Yueme, boy Yueme, and gender-neutral Yueme.

Later on, I was writing a twst fiction about Yuu, which is a twst reference of Chernabog. Name them, Zoriana, Slavic name that mean "dawn", and also "evening star"

Though they might not look like Chernabog, but there older brother is.

It wouldn't be Disney if there weren't love interest. When the masquerade event came out in the JP server, I had an idea of creating a twst oc reference of Phoebus because Yueme was inspired by Esmeralda.

That's for the female version of Yueme.

With the male version, I thought of what Disney male character to draw to be paired with male Yueme. Going through Tumblr, I read a twst fiction of where Yuu ended up in RSA instead of NRC, new characters, and such. Which is how Lucian came to be, the opposite of NRC Yuu, who is more of a quiet and aware character. Of course, the vessel of the disney protagonists, his mission is (**IIVIF(h08oij...

Percival, on the left, and Lucian on the right. Talking about their amazing waifu/husbando

And of course, Mizuki. One of the first ocs I made where I was still part of Obey Me fandom I wanted to give Mc a friend. They are gender-neutral as they are now a demon and not a human anymore that they are free from their curse. They are an old friend of Yueme as they continue their adventures again together and never separate.

And lastly

Girl Yueme and Boy Yueme looking gorgoeus while GN Yueme look's like a "potato"

[toshiro-taichou]

Like fathers, like sons

Lucian and Undertaker are like their fathers. They are best friends!!!

Also, poor Undertaker, he has Sammy's shortness

Lucian belongs to @obeymelya

Undertaker belongs to me

Obey me doesn't belong to either of us

[lusifernocturne]

Binx’s silly pirate outfit

My first go at a more colorful pirate outfit for Binx.

He looks so derpy lmao XD

[revirushifaa]

Do you have any headcanons of Grelle/Lucifer dealing with their kids being bullied? Like how would they deal/comfort/want them to grow from it?

Hello there, Anon! I'm happy that you're interested in my fanmade family for Lucifer! Yeah, I've in mind a few about how the demon-human halflings live in the Devildom knowing how the full fledged demons don't seem to like "half-breeds" as that's a popular offensive name for calling half human and half demon children.

Luciela Morningstar, who's the eldest daughter of the family really doesn't give a single cent about the demons calling her that name, Lucifer taught her from a very young age(since she was four) that not everyone will like her for who she is, but she doesn't need to worry about it, that she's her father and mother's most precious half demoness and that to them she's precious the way she is. Though she does get upset when her mother's badmouthed in front of her. In my own headcanon, Grelle is seen bad for being the Avatar of Pride's human wife, and so called a pathetic human for demon fodder, that is when she reacts in a feral way, taking out her demon side.

When asked about why she did that, she can't handle the insults given to her mother, so she cries that her mother was told that way. Grelle is used to insults like that, since Satan and Belphie never really accepted her or liked her, so she isn't hurt about that, but she's hurt about seeing her daughter so upset and crying about what her mother was called. Lucifer is just quite furious, he doesn't let anyone speak ill of his wife, but he wants to set a good example for his daughter, so he both comforts her and lectures her about what to do next time, in case the same insults about Grelle are told to her. It's like a lesson of life.

"My daughter, you know full well that your mother is not that and that what other demons say about her, should not affect you. I want you to stand your ground next time, but not really attack them, just use words. That's it."

Noctifer Morningstar is the second oldest son, he's way more frail and sensitive than his oldest sister, he got his mother's personality. A very easily worked up half demon, he's the blank of bullying quite a lot, he isn't like Luciela who attacks and beats up whoever calls her names about Grelle, he just cries on the spot, causing his sister to come and defend him. When brought home to the parents, he explains to them what he's called, in tears. Both parents are upset, since he's their son and like his parents they have to support him. Grelle is more about hugs and lullabies when her children are hurt by other demons. Lucifer does hug them, but not too much, he believes he should teach them to be independent and not too used to Mom and Dad, because not always they will be there for them, so it's a good thing to teach.

"Noctifer Morningstar, you should know whose son are you. My son, and you should be proud of who you are, what that demon simpletons say is untrue and you should not be affected by it. Next time tell them whose son are you, and that your father will personally come and have a chat with them."

Lucifer shows tough love, but not in a bad way, he teaches his kids to be able to defend themselves. Hugs and comfort are okay, but not always at all times, that's not what he wants to teach, he can comfort them all he wants, but also he can teach them lessons of life that will be useful for them in the future.

The twins, Lucien and Lucian Morningstar are too young, they're five and they don't really go out of home, they always stay wether with Grelle or Lucifer when either of them are around. Lucifer teaches them the same he's taught his two oldest, about how they shouldn't let others words affect them because they're perfect in their eyes. But it doesn't mean that Lucifer won't go and find those demons himself, of course he does, but he doesn't mention that to the kids. That's why that the four children aren't bullied anymore. Papa Luci won't let some other pathetic bully demon put his kids insecure about who they are. Oh, no. He teaches them a big lesson of course and let's just say it's effective because the demons who dared bullied the children of the Avatar of Pride never really bullied them again or spoke ill of Grelle in front of them.

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Made a card of my Lucifer shipchild, Lucian.  Yes he takes a lot after Lucifer, especially in demon form. 

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[niphuial]

Lucian tilts his head, humming. "We'd have a huge feast on the 25th, but..." he stopped, frowning slightly. "Viktor and most of the other adults used to terrorize us children with the story of Krampus." He fell silent for a bit, sorting the rabbit's guts. "Krampus is supposedly Saint Niklaus's counterpart, and he comes and take every naughty child two weeks before Yule, sticking them in his basket to take home and devour them." He shivers in remembered terror. "Katerina and I used to get so scared the first few weeks of December that We'd slip into each other's rooms and sleep in the closets. Holding onto the Petrova family knife. If Krampus came, we swore We'd go down fighting." He told Kol, dropping the uneatable rabbit guts alongside the fish guts in their bucket. "Your Yule celebrations sound amazing. Ours usually only lasted 3 days before we went back to work, unless we went to Dyado's. Then we got a two week celebration, with fireworks and a huge village wide gift exchange. Dyado would even let us children try his fermented candied fruits right before bed the night before Saint Niklaus was too come." He told Kol, licking his lips in remembrance. "Man, I miss him. I miss his orchards too."

Katerina hums in thanks, lightly drinking her mead and munching her bread, but picks at the vegetables. Her exhaustion pulls at her, but she doggedly continues to eat. She knows if she goes to bed on an empty stomach she'll feel much worse in the morning. "We'll have to expand the pack's territory, love." She told Elijah, yawning softly. "That's a job for both of us. They'll also expect us to introduce your littermates to everyone before the next full moon." She adds, nodding at Rebekah and Niklaus. "I had to introduce them to Lucian so he could go off on his own and they wouldn't attempt to murder him in an attempt to protect me. As alpha, They'll obey you and won't dare hurt them once they see and learn their scents." She said, drinking more mead. "And I'll take any ideas on how to make more hybrids. This takes a lot out of me. I'll be dead asleep once my head hits the pillow."

this would be fun to watch

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey me character x mc!

"I really despise her, she gives me creepy vibes ngl " Dandil said.

"Yeah she's like ugh, if only the brothers had spend time with you they would've seen how much better you are!!" Ebella joined

"But it's a good thing they haven't we get to keep you all to ourselves" Norain said hugging you as you giggled at their clingy behaviour.

Dandil is a demon succubus. Ebella is another demon that holds the sin of greed. And Norain she's another average level envy demon.

I've been friends with them since I came here ..... actually I've been friends with almost all the demons here...diavolo has also praised me for it.

We chatted as our recess bell rang once again.

"what's your class ?" They all mused .

"......... mathematics" i groaned as they did too . They groaned because it's one of the subject we're not together.

My mathematics class go with Satan , Levi , and mammon and unfortunately Run hai. There's only one class i don't have with her and that is magic. The only good thing run hai has done so far is that she's able to bring Levi school......offline.

You sighed as you thought 'i still have Satan thou' but all that went to waste as you saw run hai was sitting beside Satan and was trying so hard to get him to talk. Satan saw you entering the class and eyed you in apology . You understand thou....not like you can do anything. You took and empty seat and sat down and took your notebook out try to do the homework you didn't do at HOL. (Cause like same bro)

"Oi human!! Liste-"

"I don't have any Grimm to spare mammon so you can go"

"The great mammon isn't here to ask for gri-!!"

Before mammon could say anything another person sat behind you.

You tensed and went stiffed bodied as you don't know this demon and you could easily die by his hands . You peeked from under your eyelashes and saw mammon was stiffed bodied as well.

"Lucien...grr" mammon growled at him . Thou unfortunately the professor asked him to go back to his seat. Now Levi , mammon and Satan all were eyeing you like you really are going to die.

"i don't like this..." You muttered under your breathe.

"Oh but I do very much darling~" the said demon beside you smirked and grins showing his sharp canine.

"I'm Lucien ". (This is how he looks)

You tensed . "Ah-i-i didn't meant that about yo-you" you stuttered as you tried to not look at him-

"Look at me when I'm talking to you love~" well damn. You looked from under your lashes and boy were you charmed.......no literally you couldn't move .....you tried but you couldn't he did something you are sure.

'move, move , move damn it MOVE!!'

"HAA-" You breathe in the air as you moved again .

"is something wrong mc?" "Sir i do not feel quite well...maybe I can go early please?"

"yes you may...it must be hard being a human " the professor said with a sympathetic smile and went back to teaching.

You packed your stuff and give a look to Satan . He nodded his head. As you just went to pick up your bag you froze again.

You could see this Lucian guy moving but you could not . You watched in horror as he grabbed you immobile wrist and did something that burner your hand in pain . When he removed his hand to your horror there was a bracelet like mark on your wrist now. (The mark)

"hah hah!" You panted and ran away from RAD and made your way toh HOL.

The main door creaked as you enter . Waiting for you in the hall was Lucifer. 'huh why is he here didn't he have to do sone stupid council work or something '

"MC"

"umm-"

"Don't worry i was already informed about your health , care to explain what happened? Why were you suddenly unwell? Did you ate something bad?"

"What? NO!! What do you think happened? And whatever happened to me is none of your concern ...Run hai is still at RAD you should go back she might need you " you spat at him

'why does he care now huh'

"Of course it is my concern you are under my protection-"

"Yeah so much for protection Whatever" you ignored him and tried to went past him . But he grabbed your wrist.

The same one that had the mark . And it was still hurting .

You howled in pain and Lucifer immediately let go. His eye scanned your wrist and he let out a gasp upon seeing the mark.

"What is the meaning of this?" Suddenly he was in his demon form and you knew that you fucked up . And you fucked up very very bad.

[A/N]: oooohhh we fucked up didn't we ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ. Also i introduced an oc . The art is not mine thou!!

Comments are appreciated!

Thank you for reading!!

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Lucifer X Reader: Oops, Sorry (13)

Previous Part Part 1

READ BEFORE THE 10TH IMAGE!!!

Lucifer: Mc, are you paying attention?

You: What? Yeah, I am! You're really good!!! My brother is just messa-

Bakugou, banging on your door: OI, MORON! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!!

Lucifer: *abruptly stops playing the piano* *looks at you with a raised brow*

You: *nervously* Aha, that's-

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *CRASH*

You: Did yOU JUST BREAK MY FUCKING DOOR?!!???

Bakugou: I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING OPEN IT, YOU DUMB BITCH!!!

You: I'm on fucking call, you aggressive dipwad!!

Bakugou: *Peers at your phone* Who the fuck is this?!!??

You, cheerfully: My bestie!

Lucifer, *internally stumped*: We're not best friends.

You: Yeah, we are!!

Lucifer: No, we're not.

You, looking over to Bakugou: *whispering* We are.

Bakugou: LIKE FUCKING HELL YOU ARE, GET OFF THE PHONE WITH HIM!!

You: But, he's playing the piano.

Bakugou: You think I give a shit?!???? Get off the fucking phone before I tell the old hag you gotta boyfriend!!!

You: HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!! ... Not yet anyways.

Lucifer: Excuse me? Not ever.

Bakugou: Damn fucking right not ever. *Turns to you* Get off the fucking phone!

You: Fuck you! *You look at your phone apologetically* Sorry Lu, I didn't want ya to meet my brother this way. He's an aggressive porcupine.

Bakugou: YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!

You: You're proving my point!!!

You: Anyways, thanks for playing for me! I'll talk to you later.

Bakugou: OH, NO YOU FUCKING WON'T!!!

~ You abruptly hang up ~

"What the fuck?!?", you yell at your angry, blonde brother.

"Don't 'What the fuck' me, who the fuck was he?!??", he shouted in response, snatching your phone from you.

"HEY, GIVE THAT BACK!!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS STUPID PRICK?!?", he had clicked onto Lucian's WhatsApp photo. His eyes were on you again, "he ain't in any of your fucking classes, and I haven't seen him around school before".

You swipe your phone back, racing out of the room, "fuck you, I'm telling mum!"

"I'LL FUCKING TELL HER ABOUT YOUR SECRET BOYFRIEND!!", he raced after you even though your parents weren't home.

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND".

"FUCKING LIAR, COME BACK 'ERE!!"

"I'M A GROWN ASS ADULT, FUCK OFF"

"YOU AIN'T FUCKING ACTING LIKE ONE RIGHT NOW!!"

"WELL NEITHER ARE YOU. GO AWAY!"

"STOP FUCKING RUNNING YOU DUMBASS!!"

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