#pov: you ask Lucifer to take the lead

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‘You have no idea…the things that I’d do to you’🍎🦌

inspired by the amazing fic by @morningstarwrites

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Swipe (Lucifer Morningstar x reader) part 2

Description: after talking to a man name Luca for a few weeks, during your first date your greeted my a unsuspected man…

RAHHHH

Am I starting this legit like 2 hours after posting the first chapter yes

I genuinely love this story and I can’t wait for this part

Next chapter is a smut ;)

Warnings: lying, apologizing for said lying, first date, angst (like 0.0001%), make out sesh

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Lucifer’s POV

I was hesitant, why was I so nervous? I stood outside restaurant, looking at the door. This was a mistake…I was getting ready to leave when I felt a Buzz in my pocket. I pull my phone out to see a message from you.

Y/N - Hey! I just sat down! We have a really nice table, are you almost here? :)

I staired at the message Y/N sent, I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing until I finally let out a breath, a raspy sigh left his lips “you have to do this..” i said quietly before walking inside the establishment. The moment i walked him all eyes were on me, considering I’m not out in public much so it is expected. I made my way over to hostess stand to see the host staring at me, she looked terrified.

“Hi I have a reservation, my party member should are ready be here.” She staired at me for a few seconds longer before being dragged back to reality, “of course! Come with me!” She said as the rounded the corner to the bustling dining room, almost immediately eyes are on me, now more then ever was I happy I reserved a more private area, she let me to the archway leading to a separate and smaller dinning room, “right through this door sir please enjoy!” She said as quickly as she left. I let out a breath before walking through the archway, and there they were…

It felt as if time had stop, this was really happening. All of a sudden a wave of nerves washed over me, but through the nerves I spoke. “sorry I’m late..” I said, my voice full of nerves. When I spoke their eyes left their phone, when they saw me their E/C eyes sudden slightly, their posture changing from casual to nervous.

No ones POV

Y/N looked up to see the face of the king of hell it’s self. They had a wave of nerves wash over them, the air felt thick. “Hi um,” Y/N started to say, clearly nervous. “Sorry I think they sat me at the wrong table I’m sorry your-“

“No your not” Lucifer said as he sat down at the table. Y/N still looked confused, why was Lucifer sitting across the table from them? Before they could get a word out to question him, Lucifer spoke, “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, just let me explain...” he started, clearly nervous.

“I…” Lucifer stopped for a moment, hesitating, “I know this isn’t easy to explain but I need to come clean and apologize. A few weeks ago I started to reconnect with my daughter Charlie, and she wanted to help me meet someone…so she signed me up for Viva…and..” he said moving his eyes up to meet theirs, trying to read a reaction as the continued. “I lied about who I am..being the king of hell on a sight like that, who in the hell knows what would happen, so…I used a fake name.”

Lucifer was watching Y/N’s eyes, seeing a lot of shock, he understood where they were coming from. Lucifer looked at their eyes, Y/N stated quite for a few more seconds before speaking up. “So…the whole time I was talking to you?” They asked quietly. Lucifer swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

Everything clicked in Y/N’s head, it was so obvious. L.M, having a daughter named Charlie, his divorce being at the same time. As Lucifer’s and Liliths. Y/N stay quiet, the room had a uncomfortable silence before Lucifer broke it, “I know it’s wrong now and I shouldn’t have done that, and I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me again but you have a right to know.” Lucifer said quietly, clearly preparing for the worst. Y/N face went from surprised at the facts to a warm smile “I’m not mad, I’m happy you told me early on..” they said, reaching over the table taking his hand in theirs

Lucifer’s eyes widen and lit up see their hands touch his, the nerves washed away, he couldn’t help but smile. “But, everything else you said was true right?” Y/N asked with a small laugh. “It was the only thing I promise!” Lucifer almost blurred out in reassurance. Y/N laughed as his reaction, they loved how dorky he was.

The rest of the date went off without a hitch, he was such a gentleman. They talked about everything, their interest, their family and passions. Along with the amazing food, Y/N could happily say this was the best date they’ve been on, love or dead. Lucifer couldn’t help but be infatuated with every word that left their mouth, they were perfect…the apple of his eye.

Soon it turned late into the night, the red sky turning a dark crimson, soon they were both outside on the now dead street. “I had a great time tonight.” Y/N said to him turning to face him, Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat. “Anything for you dove” Y/N face got flushed at his little name. Lucifer stepped closer, their bodies inches apart. “So, you’re not mad right?” Lucifer ask them softly.

Y/N knew he needed that reassurance, Y/N took his hand his in theirs intertwining their fingers. Their face had a soft expression fully of love. “I’m not…I could never be mad at you..” Y/N said their eyes moving their eyes from their hands to his eyes, seeing the gloss in them…his eyes could illuminate a room. They staired at each other for a few seconds before he moved in closer. Lucifer’s eyes were begging for permission.

Y/N smiled before closing the distance, their lips finally connecting, It was a sweet passionate kiss. He was quick to wrap his arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Y/N’s hands made their way to both sides of his face, feeling his soft skin and perfect hair, It was all perfect.

After what felt like an eternity, their lips a few inches apart. They could feel each others breaths, Y/N pulled him in closer burying her face into his neck. “Take me home with you..” they said quietly. Lucifer’s face when crimson red and those five words. He didn’t say a word, the tighten the grip around their waist as red smoke in golfed them both…disappearing.

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PAC What lesson is this situationship trying to slide into my DMs? (18+)

You are stuck giving all that you got ...

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PILE 1 

Y’all are POC. 

You use your love to destroy. Stop talking with me by using bad poetry. Enough is enough. Y’all should stick to math. Not everyone that loves Lana Del Rey is meant to be a big writer. Some are meant to be engineer and is ok pile 1. Your guys are gashlighter, manipulators, whore but never broke. Y’all will use love to eat something. I feel like y’all just get in a relationship to get free food. I just got a vision of somebody in their pj in their bed choosing from their roaster who is going to have the pleasure to pay for their food. Some of y’all are staying with your cheater of a partner because they always offer amazing gifts when they feel guilty. Designer bad, baecation and concert ticket. Y’all may be in a relationship and you still fucking on your boy bff. I just heard y’all say ‘’ You always need to keep an eater close (wink)’’. You felt so safe to share that with me … Anyways Pile 1 … stop being a red flag. (Hum .. hum before y’all retirer can u show me how ? (my spirit guys looking at me) What ? You would do it 2 for a check …) 

2. You need to stop being dumb. Y’all need to be more careful. You're out there with a restaurant name in your contact, you don’t delete text and nudes. When your partner finds out you stay defensive when you are caught on 4k. I just got a vision of your sex tape and we can see you clearly, giggle and  shit. Not y’all in your Kim K era. Babe you're not Future and a tower moment is coming your way. Yes. you will pay for all the heartbreak you did. So enjoy because what’s about to hit is inevitable. C’mon you did not think this playing around is going to last forever. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding?

Text

The person you are currently messing with, they love to keep up with you. They love to text you throughout the day the most basic things. They love to send you memes, tiktoks, reels. Y’all may even still be doing Streaks. They love taking pictures of you without you knowing it. They love your face when you are focused on a task or doing your homework. They love sending you money. Unlike Pile 2, your person loves when you are asking them instead of them giving it to you. Is like they love to feel and hear in some shape way or form that they are needed in your life. Almost like they are in competition with other suitors and they think that they are winning. 

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PILE 2

I’m getting a very sinister vibe from y’all. Y’all are maybe worshipers of Lucifer or be very deep into the goth culture. Y’all may be self-harming or you are going through extreme depression . Y’all may have lost someone extremely close to you. 

This is a DUAL POV. Your partner came in  fucking strong and did not want to let me go. But I don’t ever feel like they are going to be reading this, that’s why for their POV, I still use ‘’ They’’. 

Feminine Energy. 

You need to learn to accept the love you give out. You have a heart full of love and you are not scared to pour it into other people's cups but when it comes to you, you are nowhere to be found. You keep everyone at arm length while genuinely being there for them. You will always be an open ear for them. You don’t mind tagging along to a very scary appointment if he needs it.  You don’t mind staying awake on the phone because they have night terrors. You don’t even mind giving your all in the bedroom. You always make sure they are pleased. You always make sure they know they are loved and their voice matters. They especially love when  you give them head. Your mouth feels amazing. They think you are gorgeous when you are going down on them. Your hair in a ponytail so they can truly enjoy the beauty of your face (Ok.. Pile 2 … Face cards never decline !). They love to see your eyes full of lust while your mouth is sweet like honey. I’m hearing:’’ Ok now I am going to suck. Baby you tell me if you need me to stop.’’ After you are done give them a handjob. In my vision they are still fully clothed (even have their coat on (Damm y’all not even going to take off the coat��� Not y’all fucking in winter attire)). But when is their turn, no show. I’m hearing : ‘’ My turn now’’. You are still in your panties and a big t-shirt. ‘’ Nah … I’m ok…’’ you put yourself under the cover. That makes them feel like a piece of shit. I feel like y’all be doing that because you don’t think you have a pretty pussy. But babe… is more than sex. You refuse to admit that you care. You tell them the only reason you cuddle is because you are cold. You tell them the only reason you go on a drive at night is because you hate driving but love music. The only reason you help them study is to make sure you understand the subject enough. You give love while making sure he knows that it is not that deep. That kind of hurt. 

Stop making your partner feel useless. The person that you are dealing with doesn't feel needed in your life. You treat them like you can’t depend on them. Some of you even walk 45 minutes from your house to school (even in high heels from home to work) because your car broke down. Instead of calling them to pick you, they find out when you got there. It really wasn’t your intention to make them frustrated or scared for you. Some of you ignore them when life goes hard. When depression  hits a tap a bit too much and you are in bed incapable of communicating with the outside world. They would love you to at least text I am ok but can’t talk right now. Make them feel like shit that you don't think they are worth enough to open up. When you need help you don’t ask for them. When you want space you disappear. 

3. They hate the way you don’t defend yourself. It might be specific to people with abusive families. If your parents are physically abusive, I’m seeing : Both of y’all cuddle in his bedroom (he may have red cover) and he asks why you are shivering but you brush it off with ‘’ Oh, I’m cold’’. But really the contact of your clothes with the wounds hurt. They cuddle you but you don’t relax, actually you get stiffer. You try to not make them look under your shirt but they saw it all. I’m hearing y’all tell me; ‘’ It happened one time !’’. They are answering; ‘’ One to many fucking time.’’. You are not lying it was a one time type of shit but still it was fucking mess up. The one with the abusive verbal parents, I got a vision of them going through your phone. At first they thought it was a boy blowing up your phone (y’all have another name for your mom in your phone) but actually it was your mom telling the worst kind of shit. I hope you slowly, I should have never kept you, you are nothing but a useless slut. Then you walk in and you brush it off. ‘’ Until I found out it was because of some fucking dishes.’’ (Well thank you for the input, maybe soon to be bf). Anyways no matter the scenario, they fucking hate the fact that u refuse to anything because you know it will only get worse. They are in your life to show you that babe … this is the worst. You are trying to save yourself from the worst while living in it. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding?

 Treats 

They love doing stuff for you. Especially with their hands. Some of you have verbally abusive and alcoholic mothers. One day she went in your room and mess it the fuck up. And your men re-purchase a vanity and build it for you. It was a mini (huge) surprise for you. They may have also helped you set up your bed frame. They also like to bake for you. They love to go pick up your Starbucks orders and bring it to your school (some of y’all may go to cosmetology school). They hate when you use your money and you hate using their money. They are so petty, they just say ‘’ Well your money is for everything your mom broke … my money is for you’’. Not them shutting you up on Tumblr, Sir…They love treating you like princess. The reason … is your smile. When you smile it is like a whole sun is on their phone (they may have your face as their lock screen),in their bedroom, in the car. LOOOOL ! You are like the sun in the teletubbies. 

Masculine energy. 

Not them asking for a whole reading for themself. Sir… please go book on Ko-fi. Out here making me work extra on an empty stomach (smh). 

They are going through a hard phase in their depression. 

They can’t imagine a future with you. HA ! Don’t be scared. I just saw someone holding their heart… Lol. ‘’ Well you could have worded it differently …’’ Sir, this is my blog … CAN A GIRL CLICKBAIT IN FUCKING PEACE ? Girl, come get your man, he is getting on my nerves. You can let go of your tits. What actually is happening is they don’t think they are going to make it past a certain age. Stop holding your tit … (I’m just clickbaiting rn … sometimes I enjoy being dramatic … what ? I am a writer after all). People around them  always seem to die at a specific age because of their mental health, substance abuse or misery. But there’s age in their family in which most don’t pass and in the state they are in … they don’t think they are going to be different. Maybe their bff ended their life and they think they are next. That destiny only enjoys torturing them. They see you old and gray with your teletubbies smile running around in your backyard (hum… weird…) but it is like from the bottom of their soul they think they will be there. 

They don’t know their light. You came into their life to show them that there’s more good in them than they think. Maybe they are from a family where there’s more people in jail than free. Or more people die more because of addiction than old age. So all their life nobody gives a damn about them. Why would they care for the mess up kid in the fucked up family ? Is like they are multiple generations of fucked up. You showed them their light. The fact that they always answer your call no matter the time, they also serve you, they also go to work for you. All those actions prove their love but also their commitment at being better than the rest. They know how to budget, keep a job, take care of their health, etc. They just need the right motivation. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding?

 Trauma bonding

First they love you. Second, their intentions are pure. It is just that my question can give a bit of a clickbait vibe, y’all know that I live for the drama (rarely … I just hate basic questions …). You are their safe place. They love having sex with. They love seeing in red lingerie.  They love the push up bra, the extremely thin pantie, the stocking, the way you did your hair and makeup just to end up being a sucking them the fuck up. They also love when you are drooling with spit from how big they are. They love touching you. They love cuddling you. I don’t feel like y’all make love. Y’all are way more rough in between the sheets. They love aftercare. They love taking care of you. They love taking a towel and cleaning you up or running a bath for the both of y’all. They love taking a shower with you (it may be mandatory activity everytime y’all sleepover to their house). They love cuddling you. They just love you ! They hate any kind of space between y’all. You are the only person to whom they open up too. They love the fact that you never rush them. They love the fact that you try to give them tips to cope in a better way. They love the fact that you believe they can be a better man. 

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PILE 3

You guys are the children of divorce parents. They always took care of you. You always had the newest clothes and shoes. You always had the newest technology gadgets. They put you in private school and you had a luxurious car as a gift. Yet, you grew up watching your dad being abusive very severely to your mom physically. You swore you were going to be different … but  here we are….  I don’t think y’all are physically violent to anyone but your anger is something. Is not like is coming out of no where but the stuff y’all do when you are loosing it is fucking questionable. If it was not for your beauty and money … y’all would be in JAIL ! 

Y’all need to learn to what the fuck a patnership is. You don’t like when people tell you what to do. Well sometimes it is needed. Also I am getting that a person just stating their opinion can piss you off. But ruffling feathers is part of  a relationship. Is also the fault of your partner because how is he/she going to get mad at you because you attract attention. Like you are a pretty boy/girl so for sure you are going to attract isn’t how they got you. Getting mad at you because you are wearing a short skirt like they were not in the same instagram profile liking that very same picture of you in it. You can’t get mad at baddie consequences when you bag one. On the other hand the way you show that anger ain’t it. The screaming, the destroying or even the blocking his/her phone number no, no , no. Y’all need to create a safe place to communicate and allow opinions that hurt you. Because in a safe place every emotion is valuable even if it is not factual. Is for both of y’all to find a way to explain yourself with love and care. 

2. With kind intention ONLY…Y’all need therapy because that’s the reason you can’t keep nobody close. Is not just that person is a friend, coworker, or even family member. I know you want someone to see past all that anger because you are so much more than that. You are brilliant, you are pretty, you are elegant, you speak multiple languages, you are multi-talented, you are excellent at study, you have great life hygiene, you are kind and extremely giving but girl… that monster inside of you needs to be tame. There’s only so much that a rage room can do. I know it is not your fault … your parents made you that way. With the constant screaming, beating, and even choking. It’s so fuck up to be responsable for a healing from trauma we never ask for. But not doing it is going to cost you all the love you are meant to receive. 

3. Stop suppressing your emotions. This situationship makes you realize how bad your emotional state actually is. Because being in a relationship with someone put you in a situation where all your triggers are in the open. You can’t run away, you can’t act like nothing is going on, you can’t play it cool. Because everything is too much, you feel too much so act impulsively. From the exterior, you have that facade of the perfect child. That front is a huge source of stress. You wish it to be true but you know damn well that you are far from it. You are always one trigger away from breaking your protection. That’ s a fucking source of stress on it’s on. Admit that you are angry and mad. Being always happy is killing you slowly. Y’all make me think of the red hair in Desperate Housewive. 

4. Gradual numbness. Since reacting doesn't work for you. When you are mad all the people in your life tend to forget all the good you did to them and all the good living within you. You are slowly running in a hole of feeling nothing. Going from feeling too much to feeling nada. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding? 

Text

They love texting you. Honestly I feel y’all recently broke up but even if it has been a while they still love you so much. They are rooting for you. They also love the fact that the only communication between y’all 2 is texting. They can’t handle all you are but that does not mean they don’t love all of you 2. They love staying on the phone talking about everything. They love how educated you are on many subjects. They love your voice. Damm do they love your voice. Y’all have a pretty voice. They would never admit it but they love your voice even when  you are yelling at them. They love your moan and they still masturbate to your voice audio. Y’all may still practice phone sex because they can’t have enough of you. You are genuinely the most perfect human they've ever seen. Rightfully so, y’all have a very proportionate body, beautiful brown eyes and full tits. They have flashbacks of touching you not in a sexual way but they miss having their hand on you. You have one of the softest skin. 

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The List ~Pt. 7.5 - Clarity~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: Written from Alastor's POV, this chapter gives insight of what the Radio Demon is up to during Part 7. Feeling like you (Alastor) are going mad, you makes a visit to your dearest friend leading to a shocking confession to Husker.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery, sassiness, cursing, fluff, actual plot, Rosie is the sweetest, slow burn, poor Husker, and of course 18+

A/N: This part isn't necessarily needed to follow the story however it was fun to do something a little different. I tried writing in Alastor's voice and give a (small) glimpse into his side.

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**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader/Alastor

This is maddening. You buried yourself in pointless work. Anything to refrain from having to leave your tower and see the others around the hotel, especially her. The foreign ache in your chest only throbbed more at the thought of seeing the hurt in her eyes. Reckless fool! How could I allow her to make me feel such emotions? Almost a hundred years of creating my image and some sinner has the ability to destroy me like this - no - of course not…she was never just some sinner…

Slumping over the scattered paperwork across the desk, you bury your head in your claws. Time was non-existent. Has it been hours? Weeks? Months? No, couldn’t have been that long since you watched her entire being shatter right in front of you. The pain was too much for it to have been that long. This was supposed to just be a partnership, a power grab…How did I end up like this? The radio tower has been your home since she left. You were far too prideful to go back to your room, too afraid of what would happen the moment you caught a whiff of her perfume that surely lingered in every grain of wood and every fiber of your sheets. 

A few soft taps at the door pull you from your tormented mind. Quickly standing from the desk, you straighten your shirt and throw on the same suit jacket you’ve worn for who knows how long. I must keep up appearances, no one can suspect anything otherwise. 

With a shake of your head, you plaster on the usual smile and open the door to see Charlie and Vaggie. “Hey Al! Just wanted to let you know we are about to head up to Heaven for a few hours. Mind keeping an eye on the hotel while we are gone?” Charlie beamed with an excitement that quite contrasted her partner's uncomfortable scowl. 

“Of course my dear! Your hotelier has everything covered.” you chime with a half-hearted bow. Vaggie steps forward, obviously annoyed, “Don’t set anything on fire, don’t destroy any more walls, and please for the hundredth time - keep Nifty out of our room. Last time she tried to throw out all my clothes!”  You hum in acknowledgement and follow a concerningly bouncy Charlie down to the lobby where, like clockwork, a portal to Heaven opens. “Common Vaggie! Bye everyone!” Charlie hops through the portal, dragging a less than amused Vaggie behind her. 

“Sheesh Smiles, you look like -” Angel starts to say before promptly shutting up and going back to his phone after seeing the glare you shoot towards him. Twirling your cane, you walk over to the bar where Husk tentatively pulls out a glass as if silently asking if you wanted a drink. You wave him off, “No need Husker. I have much to do today and need to be of a clear head.” Yeah right, like I’ve managed a clear head at all lately. “Though I am curious, where is our charming little friend? I heard she had fallen ill.”

Husk shrugs but Angel is quick to chime in, “Oh Charlie sent her to get some things from town and take them to Lucifer. She’ll probably be back soon…as long as Lucifer doesn’t take up too much of her time - if you know what I mean.” Angel mutters the last part seductively with a wink. A fiery rage burns through your veins. How dare he insinuate something so repulsive!? The urge to shred the sinner limb from limb boils over and your eyes flash to him, “It’d be wise to keep such vile comments to yourself spider.” you hiss through gritted teeth. A relaxed smile returns as you regain composure and walk away. Without her around, you figure you’ll have some time to freely move about the hotel, busying yourself with the usual to-dos.

You finish the last of your tasks and begin to head back to the tower when Vaggie and Charlie come flying back through a portal, landing harshly on their backs. Tears flood Charlie’s face. She pulls out her phone to make a call, “Dad, you were right. It was horrible!” she says before hanging up. Within seconds another portal opens within the lobby, this time Lucifer coming through. Of course he has to make a grand appearance. 

Your attention snaps back to Charlie in time to see her shove Vaggie away and bolt up the stairs. Now would be a good time to make quite an impression on the girl. You attempt to follow the princess but Lucifer drives his elbow into your side, forcing you into the railing. Every muscle in your face twists in annoyance at the pretentious little “King”. The urge to go after him is quickly snuffed by the feeling of eyes burning into your back. 

A glance over your shoulder makes your heart drop into your stomach. There she is, staring into you. Her eyes didn’t have their bright sparkle and she looked utterly exhausted even with all the makeup. Did she always put on so much? No, she hated caking it on. I really did a number on her didn’t I? Her usually bright smile is replaced with a grim look of…Anger? Concern? Pain? You don’t have enough time to read her before Lucifer makes his way back down the stairs. 

“She seems to need some time alone.” he announces as he makes his way back over to the shell of a woman standing before you. You watch as he pulls her flush with his body, greedy hands snaking up her sides. He mumbles something before placing his foul lips against her skin and disappearing into red ribbons. 

Her face mirrors your feelings of disgust at his touch. Did he force himself on her? I swear if he hurt - You catch yourself stepping towards her. Every ounce of your being longed to wrap her into your arms. Your heart begged to pour yourself into her, to remove every trace of Lucifer from her body. Her gaze meets yours again. You freeze. The pain behind the eyes that stared back at you made your knees nearly buckle. What is wrong with me… With a nod you slink into your shadow. I believe it’s time to visit someone who can help.

It was always a pleasure to be in Rosie’s presence. You can’t quite remember how you met but you knew she was easily your oldest, truest friend here in Hell. Usually you didn’t dally much about romance, her self-proclaimed specialty, but right now you could use any insight she could give. 

“Alastor! How I’ve missed seeing that dazzling smile of yours!” Rosie pulls you into her ever smothering hug,  “Come along, I was just getting some tea. Tell me, what do I owe the pleasure of such company?”

You remain quiet as you sit at the table to pour two cups of tea, smile faltering just enough to tell her something was very wrong. “Oh darlin’, what’s going on? I can’t recall a time you’ve looked so distressed.” It was strange hearing yourself try to explain these last few months. You’ve always made it a point to be very well spoken, years of broadcasting have ingrained it into your mind. But today you fumbled your words telling Rosie how you wound up in this position - with these…feelings.

“Oh my stars. I never thought this day would come.” She sits back in her chair in astonishment. Your ears perk up at her short response, “What do you mean dear?” Rosie leans back towards you, gently placing a hand atop yours, “Alastor darling, you’re in love!” 

An uneasy feeling washes over you. Your hand quickly retracts at the mention of that word. Love? What a ridiculous notion. It’s fruitless…unnecessary…weak…

Her face softens at your doubtful silence, “All of those moments, the desires, even the pain…it’s obvious you’ve fallen head over heels for that gal. She must be quite a charmer to get you this worked up!” she laughs giddily but you’re far from amused at this assumption. 

“Rosie dear, I’m not some hopeless romantic. I don't have the time nor the need for such frivolous things.” She frowns at your bitter denial. You can see she’s reeling, trying to find her next words. She stands up and begins pacing the room, still unable to conjure the right response. Your frustration grows as you try to reason with her, “Look, I just need to figure out how to be rid of this. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can barely think without her somehow worming her way into my mind.”

Her dark eyes snap to you, “You admit you want more than just a mutual partnership?”

“Well yes -”

She steps closer to you, “And you crave her presence, her touch, her voice?”

“Always but - “

“Do you desire a future with her and only her?”

Irritated, you try to answer once again, “At one point yes howev-”

“Alastor, do not deny yourself love just because you don’t fully understand it! It is not a weakness - no sir - it’s quite the contrary.” 

“Enough!” The table jolts beneath your now balled up fists, “What does it matter!? She loathes me! I set fire to her and burned any trust or feelings she could possibly have for me! I ran her off - straight into that imbecile's arms!” you snarl with a heavy static filling the air. 

A gentle hand rests on your shoulder. You look up at Rosie like a remorseful child, “She’d never believe me even if I told her…” you say softly. She squeezes your shoulder before returning to her chair and taking a sip from her cup. “Words are cheap, but actions, they speak for the truth. Don’t allow your pride to get in the way of what you could have.” Her tone turns sharp and concise, “Now, I know you and I know you’re not one to hold onto what ‘could have been’ or fret over past mistakes. But I’m telling you from experience, if you don’t at least try with this girl, you will regret it.” The words drive into you like a hot knife.

A heavy silence falls between you two while a battle rages in your mind. She’s never steered me wrong before, but how can she be so sure? She hasn’t even met this girl and she can already make these incredibly bold assumptions. You finish your tea and stand from the table. Walking over to Rosie’s chair, you bend down to peck her cheek with a quiet, “Thank you.” before stepping into your shadow to return to the hotel. 

In the past you’d have a drink or two to celebrate a victory or to get Mimzy off your case about ‘the good old days’, but tonight you wanted to be numb. “Another.” you demand, slamming the glass against the hotel bar. 

Husk cautiously pours more into your cup, “Uh boss, you doin’ alright?” Before he can finish his question your glass is empty and pounds the bar again, “Another!” you repeat. Husk couldn’t figure out if he should be amused or scared about your sudden change in demeanor. He pours you more, not daring to say no to the demon who owned his soul so tightly. 

You weren’t keeping count of how many drinks you managed to take into your body. Truthfully you didn’t care. The liquor was supposed to make the thoughts stop and numb everything but you found it only amplified with each glass. “Husker…Did - did you see him?” your speech might have been perfect but your mind was definitely beginning to blur. 

“See who?” Husk asked nervously looking around, wondering what strange delusions you might be seeing. 

You hiccup and laugh at his oblivious reaction, “That King…putting his hands all over her. He’s trying to take what is rightfully mine. He has no business touching her in such ways!” you growl as another hiccup leaves your chest. 

“Oh - uh yeah I saw that. She didn’t seem too happy about it either -”

“You’re damn right she wasn’t!” you shout louder than intended.

“Right…” Husk trails off, unsure of how to handle you in this new state of drunken anger, “Look, you don’t have to tell me but you’re definitely drinkin’ to forget something.” he says, trying to tread lightly. 

You signal for another drink while shaking your head in response to his question, “My dear Husker I - I think I’ve developed…feelings - “ The sudden sound of a bottle shattering makes you jump out of your chair. Looking over the bar you see Husker frantically cleaning up the bottle he dropped out of pure shock. 

He looks up at you, eyes wide with bewilderment, “Fuck sorry, I just thought I heard - feelings? What kind of feelings are we talkin?”

You slam another drink back, “Seeing him with her did something to me. It…hurt…It felt like a knife plunged into my chest.” If you were paying closer attention, you’d hear his snarky retort, “If only it was a real knife….” but you’re too preoccupied inside your own mind. Husk finishes cleaning the floor and leans against the bar, grabbing a new bottle and pouring you another without asking.

Why am I even talking with him? I didn’t think liquor could affect me so much down here. Ignoring instinct, you happily down another without wasting any time. The burn washes over your body and a peculiar sense of clarity suddenly hits, “I love that girl.” you say plainly, without a shimmer of doubt. 

Another bottle shatters against the floor along with the glasses Husk was starting to carry to the sink. “Fucking get it together Husker! Do you need gloves or something?! You’re wasting perfectly good rye!!! They would have had your head back in my day for such careless actions!” you shout at the now completely stunned bartender. He stares at you, eyes wider than saucers. Annoyed with the sudden lack of conversation from the demon - It is quite rude of him to just keep staring, I mean really - you slink away into your tower to be left with your thoughts. While you climb the stairs, you don’t bother looking back to see Husk’s mortified face as he mumbles frantically to himself, “What…in the actual fuck…just happened…I need a drink, wait no, I need ten drinks...and where the hell is Angel when you need him!?”

Your buzz begins to fade as you pace your tower, somehow causing everything to hit you tenfold. Rosie was right, I can’t deny this any longer. What am I going to do…hell what can I do? Why is this so hard to -

Three loud knocks reverberate through the tower. You still, not daring to give the person on the other side any clues as to if you were there or not. Please just go away, I don’t have the patience or clear mind for anyone right now. Your shadow tugs violently at your pant leg, signally the urgency of answering the door. You warily turn the knob and focus your eyes on the dimly lit woman in front of you. All the air leaves your lungs.

F-fuck…

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Have been meaning to do this for a while, so here it goes: A list of my AO3 stories. I'll update it when I release something new, and I'll even add a list of my Good Omens series in chronological order - because let's face it, it is all over the place chronologically but interconnected and should you wish to read it in order, it's not particularly easy right now.

Stories

These following stories are all from my Goodomentober series (so named because they are all written for prompts from a list posted last October - yes, I'm a slow writer ;) ).

So far these are the only stories I have, but more are coming. (One is already written and now in edit (for an event) and will post in November. I have two more in different planning stages. And a bunch more in planning for this series below.

Before We Became What We Are

Rated: T - 2 chapters - 6,989 words - status: complete

My first ever Good Omens story (and the first thing I had written in a few years altogether).

Pre-Fall. The first chapter is Aziraphale musing about that red-haired angel he'd met and has since not managed to meet again, though he wished. And then strange things are happening in Heaven.

The second chapter is mostly from pre-Fall Crowley's POV and deals with the Fall.

Excerpt

After Lucifer went down we others went down much quicker. A few at a time, the archangels were now only watching over the proceedings and let angels of a lower rank do the dirty work. Some seemed to get some kind of satisfaction out of it, others showed only stoicism. Some of us went over with a similarly calm face, others screamed and yet more cursed the angels as they fell. But still one after the other we were pulled toward the edge and thrown over.

I was terrified, of course I was terrified. But I would not let them see it. I could at least keep some semblance of pride. All I had ever done was ask questions and wonder why - and this was to be my punishment? So be it.

“Like this it will take forever,” I heard Micheal mumble. “You there,” she said as she turned to the guards. "Help the others get rid of the traitors.”

Oh no. Most of the guarding angels went immediately, always eager to follow orders. Aziraphale hesitated. Because of course he did.

“Surely, you want some of us to stand guard still?” he asked Micheal quietly.

“What for? All the traitors are right there and being dealt with. Get on with it!”

Like Twinkling Stars

Rated: T - 1 chapter - 3,040 words - status: complete

Post Season 2. Crowley is miserable, to say the least. It's been months since Aziraphale left for Heaven to become Archangel Supreme. Crowley is on the rooftop of the bookshop, drunk and drinking more, because what else is he supposed to do?

Mind the tags: this is hurt/comfort, so it's got a good ending (that leads directly into the last chapter of another story of this series).

Excerpt

“Ugh, damn it all to hell!” He lifted the stupid bottle to his mouth and gulped down the last of the liquor. When he dropped his arm again, he just let it fall to the side, not enough will left to do it properly. His hand hit the roof with a bit too much force. The bottle shattered in his right hand, spraying him and the rooftop with shards. The wetness he felt on his right palm probably meant he was bleeding but he didn’t care. He was spiralling, he knew he was, and he was helpless to stop it. His left hand came up to rub harshly over his face. Crowley decided that the moisture he felt there must be the soft drizzle that had begun to fall. Or possible splattered liquor. Or blood. Anything that wasn’t bloody pathetic.

Summoning Salvation

Rated: T - 7 chapters - 32,116 words - status: complete

It's been a few months since the world didn't end. Aziraphale and Crowley have begun to settle into a new normal. Then one day, a young woman enters Aziraphale's bookshop in some distress and with a dangerous request. Of course, Aziraphale can't let her go without helping her somehow. So now our ineffable idiots have to find out what happened and how to convince her not to go through with her plans, so the angel can save her.

Involves terrible planning and rash decisions, some actual talking! *gasp* But only a little, so don't worry. ;) Alcohol, fast driving, Aziraphale being bad with modern tech, a few injuries, half-snake Crowley, Crowley a bit less dressed than he usually appears, Crowley getting furious and Aziraphale actually being quite capable, thank you (at some things anyway).

Excerpt

“Oh, alright.” He cleared his throat. “That young woman was looking for a few books she hasn’t been able to find. She said she needs them for a paper she is writing.”

“Okay,” Crowley said, sprawling all over his couch. “Go on.”

“Her list was… unusual.”

“Must’ve been if she couldn’t find the titles anywhere else.”

Aziraphale sat up a little straighter. “My collection isn’t strange.”

“Never said it was, angel,” Crowley said with a huff. “But what would a student be looking for here that she couldn’t find in a library? You’re stalling. Get on with it.”

Aziraphale took the list back out of his pocket, straightened it out and handed it to Crowley. His eyes slid over to the window and he sighed. That perfect sunbeam to read in was long gone by now.

Crowley let out a whistle. “Yeah, alright. She’d get in trouble with these. Direct route to a miserable eternity, I’d say.”

“Uh-huh.” The angel nodded in agreement. He felt Crowley’s gaze again, it was even more intense than before. Still, he kept his face calm. Or what he thought must look calm. And continued looking outside. Then at his desk. And his vest. Oh, there was a button coming loose. He would have to remember to fix that later.

He heard a rustling. A glance confirmed that Crowley had sat up straight. “What did you do, angel?”

With Her as Our Witness

Rated: M - 8 chapters - 38,458 words - status: complete

The story of the Ineffable Idiots through moments in and around the Bentley. Or somehow related to the Bentley... It makes sense when you read it.

Also, the story of the Bentley and how she became what she is.

Starts off in 1933 and ends when Aziraphale returns from Heaven. Shows moments in their time together (and apart) and contains my first attempts at steamy scenes. (Hence the M rating.)

(Also @mielpetite has done art for this (thank you again!!))

Excerpt (from the 2021 chapter)

“You do.”

Aziraphale opened his eyes again and threw a puzzled expression Crowley’s way.

“Do what?”

“Eat, drink,” the demon said, pointing at him. “Dancsse.”

He was swaying with the music. “This isn’t dancing. Now the Gavotte–”

“‘s long dead, angel,” Crowley interrupted. He finished the last of the wine in his glass and put it away, before looking through the records Aziraphale had taken out.

Aziraphale sighed once more. “Shame. Took a dreadfully long time to learn. ‘n I w’s good!”

“Ssshame I never got to sssee,” Crowley said with a wink.

And there he went, blushing again. Dreadful demon, he always delighted in making him blush. Aziraphale didn’t like blushing - what an utterly useless reaction for the human body to have. But he did like seeing Crowley enjoy himself. A daunting dilemma, that.

The Darkest Moment

Rated: T - 1 chapter - 3,163 words - status: complete

It's 2019, Aziraphale and Crowley just made it through the apocalypse and their subsequent trials. Freedom - for now. But there are still some open questions, at least for Crowley.

Despite the title, this actually contains a lot of fluff and banter.

Excerpt

“What do you mean?” Aziraphale asked in return, and lifted his glass to take a sip from his wine - a wonderful Château Lafite-Rothschild he had acquired around 40 years ago and kept for a special occasion. The world not ending and their respective head offices - former head offices now - not succeeding in destroying them and them subsequently brokering their freedom must count as a most special occasion.

Crowley was seated in his usual spot on the sofa - if one felt gracious enough to call whatever it was the demon did with furniture ‘being seated’ - and waved the hand holding his own glass around at their surroundings.

When Aziraphale only blinked in confusion, he added: “The bookshop.”

Well, that certainly clarified nothing. Granted, they had been drinking off and on for most of the day since lunch, and he wasn’t quite what you’d call sober. But he liked to believe that he wasn’t plastered enough for his faculties to have left him entirely. So he should have been able to understand the question if Crowley hadn’t been quite so vague. Clearly.

“What about the bookshop?”

“How did it happen?”

“Just repeating it isn’t going to make me understand your question any more, Crowley. How did what happen?”

A frustrated growl. “You can’t possibly–!” Crowley took a deep breath, a hefty sip from his own glass, and tried once more in a calmer voice. “How did it burn down?”

Purge

Rated: T - 1 chapter - 2,905 words - status: complete

Everything is finally well, another apocalypse has been prevented (somehow), and they don't have to worry about Heaven and Hell any more. Aziraphale is back in his bookshop, that had been under Muriel's care all this time, but that leaves him (and by extension Crowley, much to his dismay) with a lot to do. Then Crowley comes across some stuff Aziraphale meant to put away (hoard) in case it might be needed again.

Excerpt

“‘Cause I’m about ready to throw some of your beloved Shakespeare out of the window and call a tempest down on it.” Which would only be fitting, really.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Stop me then,” he called out with a mischievous grin. Oh, how he liked teasing Aziraphale. And it had only become more enjoyable since his return from Heaven.

“Patience, dear.”

“Still a demon. As I recall telling you not too long ago, patience is a virtue. Demons are not known to be virtuous.”

An overly dramatic, exasperated sigh that was loud enough to be heard all the way down here was his answer. Crowley grinned.

“Yes, yes, I’m already on my way down.”

All Love's Luxuries

Rated: E - 1 chapter - 17,881 words - status: complete

Aziraphale is back from Heaven, and they had finally had a good talk. And made out in the Bentley. But the Bentley really isn't the place for a good first time, especially not when you've been waiting for thousands of years and - okay, so Crowley would have been fine with the Bentley. But Aziraphale wants to go somewhere more comfortable, and if there is one thing Crowley always tries to do, it's to give Aziraphale whatever he wants.

Excerpt

“Not here.” Crowley snorted and grabbed Aziraphale by the waistband, pulling him along. “Come with me.”

He led him through the plant room and took a left to his bedroom.

“Glass wall? Where is the door?” came the incredulous voice from behind.

“It’s stylish, angel.”

“It’s also very… open.”

“We made out in the Bentley.” He chuckled as he pulled Aziraphale to stand at the foot of the bed. “Bit late for this now. And there’s no one here but us.”

“The plants are here.”

“Sit.” Crowley lifted an eyebrow in disbelief and pushed Aziraphale to sit down. “The plants can’t see.”

“They can hear.”

“As can the Bentley,” he said with a huff, and pushed Aziraphale’s legs apart with his foot. “As I remember, we were making some quite lewd noises earlier.”

Oh, this time he could watch the blush spread down his chest. How adorable. And hot. And yet he knew that the smile that was spreading over his face - against his wish - was nothing but adoring.

He held Aziraphale’s face gently in his hands and placed a soft kiss on those stunned lips.

“Look, I’m sure she didn’t care. Didn’t she try to encourage us to continue? And the plants are used to all kinds of noises from me,” he told the angel pointedly.

“Oh.” Aziraphale looked around as if he was only properly seeing the bedroom now. Crowley watched with interest as his fingers slid over his sheets, feeling them. “You have– uh, in here?”

“Just this morning.” Crowley sank to his knees and winked at his angel. “Thinking of you.”

Chronological List

Since my Goodomentober series is all interconnected and a bit difficult to read in chronological order, here is a list. (Will be updated as I post more, of course.)

Before We Became What We Are

With Her as Our Witness - Chapters '1933', '1941', '1967', '2008', '2019'

The Darkest Moment

Summoning Salvation

With Her as Our Witness - Chapters '2021', '2023'

Like Twinkling Stars

With Her as Our Witness - Chapter 'Now'

All Love's Luxuries

Purge

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How’d I get Isikaid into Yandere Obey me Chapter Two: Planning

(Y/N) POV:

    As I walked my new screen companion followed me around as I finished figuring out where everything was in my room. “So… can anyone else see you? Do you even… have a name?” I asked curiosity brimming up as I adjusted to my new life here.

    The screen brightened as if happy to be asked and explained, “No one can see me except for you, User! Or hear me for that matter. But if you think loud enough I can hear your thoughts, only if you want me to of course. And I don’t have a name yet till you give me one.” It hovered around me sporadically clearly wanting a name now.

    “Um… You seem hyper and fast so I guess I’ll you Bullet.” I reason wanting to laugh as it glows slightly red clearly its way of showing upset emotion. “I’m just kidding your names Glitch cause you’re going to make me overpowered in this plot like a glitch does in a game.” The redness of the screen dims to a pink and I take this as it being shy and happy. “Now what should I wear…? I want to seem innocent, but I don’t want to be too obvious.”

    “How about wearing the trending style in Devildom, but a bit muted. School uniforms allow a lot of customization here. And no one really pays attention to you yet so you can make it whatever you want and no one will notice the difference.” Glitch advised me.

    “That’s smart lil glitchy.” I grab the uniform and quickly make my adjustments. I add fishnets in a subtle gray color with slight tears in them, and added a black belt with studs to the middle section. I look at the uniform itself and tilt the student council band disliking how perfect and straight it looked before. I shortened the skirt half an inch to make my legs look longer, and add a leather purse I can hang over my shoulder to carry my school supplies. I as a finishing touch add a pair of thigh highs with heels in leather to match the purse with slight studs to mimic the belts style. Nodding to myself in satisfaction I do a light makeup look with a brown muted smoky eye and a small winged black eyeliner. Finishing it all up with a simple lipstick in my most favorable shade to match my skin tone. To nod at the innocent aura I wanted I added pictails with some of the hair down framing my face and making me look adorable rather than edgy.

    Glitch hovered in front of me. “Your good at this.”

    “Thanks glitch. I use to have to adjust my clothing constantly since my parents didn’t drench me with money like they did my sister. This time though I’ll have seven dear big brothers to spoil me rotten by the time I’m done.” I smirk feeling mischievous. It was my time to shine now. “But how to make the hardest one fall. Mr. I have pride won’t be easy to make fall. I’m still his sister at the end of the day though, and he does have an overprotective attitude to his siblings.” I feel excited as my plan comes together. “All I need to do is seem lonely and isolated in a way that leads me to be in a situation where I’m physically injured in what an overprotective big brother would find life threatening. A broken arm, and maybe a rib should do the trick!”

    Glitch glows gray and vibrates nervously. “Your going to get injured?!”

    “In the backstory you mentioned bullies. And what good are bullies for if you can’t use them for manipulation. This way I get rid of the bullies, Lucifer falls the first step, and all my other new big brothers follow suit after seeing poor innocent me hurt because of their lack of care. It’ll be easy, but first I have to get some notice on the student council, and I have the perfect plan for that!” 

    I rush over to my desk before school starts and fill out an envelope of an anonymous school suggestion form and make sure it looks slightly different from the rest. If the timeline was right then this would be perfect. I go to school getting there early and wait in the student council room patiently filling out forms and paperwork.

Diavolo’s POV:

    I enter the student council room in a hurry a bit behind since I tried to escape working today, but couldn’t under Barbatos’s careful watch. I look into the room shocked someone was already there as I see someone. Who was that girl again…? (Wrong name similar to yours)? Perhaps (other wrong name)? “Good morning…” I pause awkwardly given I can’t remember her name. We had never been alone before so I never really paid attention to her much.

    “(Y/N). Good morning, Lord Diavolo. I hope you had an uneventful morning.” She smiled pleasantly seeming to be unoffended by my lack of recall.

    She goes back to what she was doing and I notice it was the daily morning paperwork. She was… sorting it in level of importance on everyone’s desk, as well as compiling notes of the more complex areas. “I thought… Barbatos did that.”

    She seemed a bit shy and embarrassed.  “I do actually…. It’s one of the few ways my help isn’t… viewed as unnecessary.” She quickly finished everything before scanning it all a final time. “I’m done so I’m going to go to the library, unless you need me for anything?”

   “I’m alright. Have fun studying.” I watched her leave. There was something about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it but she seemed sweet and quiet. I felt my face heat up as I thought of her (H/L) (H/C) in those cute lil pictails. Her eyes though… were a deep lonely (E/C). They felt reminiscent of my own loneliness. Maybe… she too needed a friend.

    “Barbatos.” He appeared before me quietly. “Follow her around today. Figure out why she so… shy and lonely looking. She’s too lovely and cute to be allowed to stay so sad. I want the reason eliminated.” I didn’t know why I felt such sudden rage at the thought of her sadness, but I wanted the reason dead and gone.

    Barbatos bowed. “Yes, young master Diavolo.”

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sam, Interrupted

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago." Dr Fuller said to me and the boys after he read through some files and looks up at us. "That's right." Dean said. "Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" Fuller asked. "I don't know. I don't have any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I-I-I think the doc was in over his head with this one." Dean said and he points at Sam. "'Cause my brother is..." he said and makes a crazy sign, circling his finger at the side of his head and whistling.

"Okay, fine, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary." Fuller said, raising his hand. Then he grabs his file and notepad. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?" Fuller asked Sam, who sighs. "I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess." Sam replied and Fuller writes in his notepad.

"Okay. Any idea why?" Fuller asked him. "Probably because I started the apocalypse." Sam said and that seems to catch the doctor's attention. "The apocalypse?" Fuller said, confused. "Yeah, that's right." Sam said and Fuller looks at me and Dean.

"And you think you started it?" Fuller asked Sam as he turns to look at him again. "Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell. So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him." Sam said and Fuller looks at me and Dean again, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Who is?" Fuller asked us as he nods to Sam. "Me. A-and them." Sam said as he points at us. "And these two angels." He said. "Angels? You mean, like a...like an angel on your shoulder." Fuller said. "No. One of them is named Castiel. He wears a trench coat." Sam said. "And the other is named Ariel. She has bright orange hair."

"Isn't that the name of the Little Mermaid?" Fuller asked and Sam shrugs as I bite my lips, holding back laughter. Then the doctor goes back to taking notes. "See what I mean, Doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault." Dean said and Fuller looks at him. "It's not?" Fuller asked. "No. There was this other demon, Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff." I said and Fuller looks at Sam, who looks ashamed.

Fuller then looks back at me and Dean. "My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?" Dean asked and the doctor puts up a finger for us to wait. He picks up his phone and dials an extension. "Irma...cancel my lunch." he said and hangs up as Dean pats Sam comfortingly on the shoulder.

"Doctor Fuller would like to keep you three under observation for a couple of days." The nurse tells us as she leads us down the hallway. "The three of us? Me and her, too?" Dean asked her as he gestures between me and him. "Yes, Sugar. The doctor thinks that would be best." the nurse said and the boys and I give each other victorious smiles.

"Alright, I'm just gonna give you a little check-up." the nurse tells me as she wraps a blood pressure cuff around my right arm. "Do whatcha gotta do." I said, sighing, as she checks my blood pressure then she removes it and puts the tool away. 

"Alright, pull down your pants and hop up on that table." The nurse said and I, quickly, raise my head towards her. "Wait, what? What for?" I asked, panicked, and the nurse grabs a glove and snaps it on, smiling at me. And I felt really uncomfortable.

Later, I walked out of the room and see Dean leaning against the back of a couch, wearing patient scrubs, shoes and blue robe which is similar to the ones I'm wearing. Sam was standing in front of Dean and it looked like it they were talking. Both of them look up at me as they hear my footsteps, my arms folded against my chest and my shoulders hunched.

"How did it go for you, sweetheart?" Dean asked and I let out a shaky sigh. "I have been through a lot of crap and never have I ever felt this violated in my life." I grumble. "What about you two?" I asked. "Yeah, my nurse was very through." Dean said, looking frazzled. "Me too." Sam said, just as uncomfortable as I feel.

Minutes later, Dean, Sam and I look around the lounge, seeing the other patients including one female patient playing with a pink bunny. "I can't believe you talked us into this." I grumble to Sam. "Hey, it's the least we could do. Martin saved Dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great hunter." Sam said. "Was. Until Albuquerque." Dean mutters.

"Besides, I just figure it's best we keep busy. That's all." said Sam. "Better than what?" I asked him. "Nothing." Sam said and I motion at him for more. "Okay. Look...um...last few weeks, you've kind of been worrying me." Sam said to me and I roll my eyes. "Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you the right to head-shrink me." I said, in annoyed exasperation.

"(Y/n)..." Sam mutters. "Ellen and Jo dying--Yeah, it was a friggin' tragedy, okay? But I'm not gonna wallow in it." I said. "You can't just keep this crap in, (y/n)." Sam said, worried,  and I scoff. "Watch me." I spat at him. “Look, I know you like getting in touch with people’s feelings, man. But trying to get someone to talk when they don’t want to, isn’t gonna do you or them any favors. Just back off. (Y/n) will talk when she wants to." Dean said and I look over at Dean. "Thanks, Dean." I muttered while Sam looks annoyed.

I turn away from Sam as Dean looks over at a table nearby. "Oh, there he is." Dean said and we walk over to a table where Martin sits, staring out the window. Sam clears his throat, and Martin looks at them.

"Sam, Dean, wow." Martin said as he stands and shakes Sam's hand. "Wow, you boys got big. You look good." Martin said to the boys. "Thanks. You do, too, Martin." Sam said and Martin shakes Dean's hand and shakes it. Then he turns to me. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I know you." He said and Dean places a hand on my shoulder.

"You've heard of (f/n) (l/n)?" Dean asked Martin. "Oh, yes! I've heard of him. Your father mentioned him a lot. Didn't get a chance to work with him, though." Martin said. "Well, this is his daughter." Dean said then Martin smiles and takes my hand. "Uh...Well, thanks for coming." Martin said as we shake hands then he motions for us to sit.

Dean and Martin sit at the table while Sam and I get a chair and pull it up, sitting. "In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back...but, well...now..." Martin said. "What do you think it is that we're hunting?" Sam asked him. "I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster...animal, vegetable, mineral." Martin chuckles. "Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong." Martin said.

"So, you've seen this thing?" I asked him and Martin shakes his head. "Has anyone seen this thing?" Dean asked. "Well, a couple patients have, uh...had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on." Martin said. "Are they reliable?" I asked. "Oh, sure, why wouldn't they be?" Martin asked and I look around at a female patient, who is dancing and humming.

Then I look back at Martin. "Gee, I don't know." I said, with sarcasm. "I know you three think I'm a bag of loose screws. Now, you wouldn't be wrong. But I wouldn't have called you unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut." Martin said then the boys and I exchange looks before we look back at him.

"We believe you. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack?" Sam asked. "Well, uh, no...I don't go around dead b-b-b-bodies anymore." Martin said, flinching.

"Alex, Eddie, Joan." a voice said and the boys and I turn to see Dr Fuller standing behind us. "Well, I'm glad to see you're making friends. Why don't you and, uh, Mr. Creaser join us for group? Please. Right this way." Fuller said and we all stand. Martin, Sam and I walk over to the doctor and I look over my shoulder to see Fuller stopping Dean.

"Actually, I'm gonna be putting you in the afternoon group." He tells Dean. "What? Why?" Dean asked as Sam looks over at Dean. "Well, to be frank, uh, the relationship that you have with your brother and your girlfriend seems dangerously codependent. I think a little time apart will do you three good." Fuller said then he walks away.

The boys and I watch him go, confused. Then Dean waves goodbye to us.

Sam, Martin and I sit in a circle with Dr Fuller and a few other patients. "Alright, so...who would like to start us off?" Fuller asked and one guy raises his hand. "Anyone else?" Fuller asked, obviously a bit annoyed as the guy raises his hand a little higher.

"Alright, Ted. Calm down." Fuller said and Ted lowers his hand. "I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us." Ted said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again." Fuller said while Sam and I exchange looks, intrigued. "It's not good for group." said Fuller.

"I agree. You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off." Ted said, worried. "Alright, fine, thank you. Now, anyone else?" Fuller asked but Ted continues. "I saw it...when it killed Susan." he said. "I did, too. It had big lobster claws." another patient said. "No, it didn't." Ted said, annoyed. 

"Yeah, and it was an alien, like on X-Files." Another patient said and Ted becomes angry. "Stop it. Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead!" Ted yells. "That's enough." Fuller said then he leans forward and takes off his glasses. "There is no monster." Fuller said and I look at him.

"Now, Ted, do you need me to call the orderlies.." Fuller said and Ted shakes his head. "...or can you behave?" Fuller asked and Ted nods. "Behave." he said and Sam and I exchange looks again while Martin looks over at us.

Later, Sam and I walk out to the hall and see Dean following several patients down the hall, his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. He looked kind of depressed. "Dean, hey." Sam called out and Dean turns to us and I frown. "You okay?" I asked him. "I just got thraped. So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you guys found something." Dean said.

"Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour?" Sam asked Dean. "Yeah, sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can get gone. This place gives me the creeps." Dean said. "Yeah, same here." I said just as Dean turns around and a girl comes up, puts a hand on the back of his head and kisses him.

Anger flared in my chest and I grab the woman off of him. "Hey, back off!" I growled as I push her away from Dean and stand in front of him. "He's off limits." I stated as the girl looks at me, terrified, then she runs off. I huff out a sigh as Sam raises an eyebrow at me and I turn to Dean, who had a small smile.

"What?" I asked him. "You being jealous..." he said, pointing at me. "...will never not be hot." He said and I roll my eyes at him. "Let's just get this over with before I lose my mind." I said as I stomp pass the boys down the hall.

Later, Dean and I were waiting on Sam until he walks out of his cell with a lock-pick in his hand. "Well, it's about time. Nurses are on their rounds. We got, like, fifteen, twenty minutes." I said and Sam rolls his eyes.

"So, where is this guy?" Dean asked. "Room 306." Sam replied and we head down the hall towards Ted's room. As we round the corner, we hear Ted screaming. We rush to Ted's door and look in the window while Sam begins to pick the lock. 

"Hurry up! Come on, hurry up!" Dean yells at Sam as we see Ted's feet slam against the window. "Back off, Dean!" Sam shouts as he looks up at him. Sam returns to picking the lock, and then we lunge into the room to find Ted hanging from a pipe in the ceiling, a tied bed sheet around his neck.

The next day, we sneak into the morgue and Dean opens Ted's drawer and pulls him out. I pull back the sheet and start feeling Ted's head while Sam searches his hands. Then I find two holes just behind Ted's ears. "Hey, I think I found something." I said.

"What do you got?" Dean asked me. "Right here." I said as I point out the holes then I turn to Sam. "Hey, Sam, give me a hand." I said and Sam hands me a long Q-tip from a table and I stick it far into the hole. "This hole goes all the way through to his brain." I said. "What does that mean?" Dean asked.

"Let's find out." Sam said and Dean and I look up at him to see he is pointing at a bone saw. "Seriously?" Dean and I asked and Sam looks over at Dean. "You might want to keep watch." he tells him and Dean backs off and walks outside of the morgue.

Sam grabs the bone saw then goes over to Ted and places it at the top of his head. I wince as he saws at the top of Ted's head the he takes it off then removes his brain, which was a small, hard, black thing.

"What the...?" I asked as we looked at it but then Dean comes in. "Guys." He said, in a warning tone. "Look, his brain's been sucked dry." Sam said as he holds up the brain. "That's fascinating. Somebody's coming." Dean said and we hurry to clean up. Sam puts Ted's brain back in his head and back on.

Dean rolls Ted back into his drawer as Sam and I remove our bloody gloves and throw them in the trashcan just as one of the nurse walks in. "What are you three doing in here?" she asked us and we stand there, I couldn't think of what to say or do. And then that's when my wonderful boyfriend shrugs and pulls down his pants, and throws his arms over his head.

"Pudding!" he exclaims and he does a little jump while I close my eyes for a moment and question everything in my life. The nurse smiles at Dean then said. "Alright, come on, you three." 

Dean smiles goofily and pulls his pants back up. As he heads for the door, Dean turns back towards us. "Crazy works." he whispers to us and he walks off. Sam and I share a quick glance before we follow him out. The nurse chuckles as she follows us out the door.

Later, in the lounge, Martin, Dean, Sam and I look at paintings of clowns on the walls.n"Are those original Gacy's?" I joked as I chuckle. "I painted those." Martin said, a bit offended. "It's good." I said and Sam shakes his head.

"Back on point, please. Um...so, whatever this thing is...It Slurpees your brain, sucks you dry." Sam explains. "Yeah, then it makes the deaths look like suicides. Any ideas?" Dean asked Martin. "Yeah. A bad one." Martin said then he shows us a drawing in his journal.

"What is it?" Dean asked. "Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against...a wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice." Martin explains. "You ever tangle with one before?" Sam asked. "Never. Never wanted to, neither." Martin said.

"So, how do we kill it?" I asked him. "Silver. You so much as touch a wraith with the stuff, and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is...they can pass as humans." Martin said then we look around the room. "It could be any Peter, Paul and Mary in the joint." Martin said. "Fantastic." I muttered, annoyed.

"So, how do we find it?" Dean asked. "A mirror. Lore says a wraith will show its true form in a mirror." Martin said. "Okay, well, we just gotta spot check every patient and every staff member." Dean said and Sam and I nod. "Okay. Yeah. But--I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital?" Sam asked. "A nuthouse; it's-it's-it's a perfect captive victim pool." I pointed out. "Sure. Who's gonna believe a patient when they say they saw a monster? It's the perfect hunting ground." Martin said

Later, Dean told us that Fuller was the wraith as he saw his true form in the mirror. So he, Martin and I wait in the hall until Sam walks up to us. "Alright, I had to raid three nurses' stations to get these." Sam said and he hands Dean a letter opener. "They're only silver-plated, but they should work." Sam said as he hands Martin another hand letter then hands me another.

Then the girl that kissed Dean starts heading our way. "Oh, no you don't..." I said to her when she walks up to Sam, pushes him against the wall and starts kissing him. Dean and I watch in shock while Sam looks flustered, waiting for the girl to finish.

"I want him now." the girl said then she looks at Dean. "He's larger and free." She said then she walks away. "Hm." Dean and I hum and Dean shrugs at Sam. "You've had worse." Dean said and Sam scoffs.

"Fuller is on call tonight, so we'll have to hit him after lights out. All four of us." Sam said. "What? No." Martin said, a bit panicked. "Martin, we gotta get past security, past the orderlies, and then cut the boss-man's throat, okay? It's gonna suck start to finish, but we could use the backup." Dean tells Martin. "Oh, I can't. I can't." Martin said then he begins to walk away.

"We know what happened in Albuquerque." Sam tells him and Martin stops. "You don't know the half of it." he said and he turns to us. "God, I used to be just like you three. I used to think I was invincible, and then...Well, I found out I'm not." he explained. "Martin, you're still a hunter." I said. "No. I'm not. I'm useless. Why do you think I checked myself into the Hotel California? I'd give anything to help you boys, I would. But, I-I can't. I'm sorry. I can't." Martin said, upset, and he walks away.

Later, the boys and I walk into the office, but Fuller is not there. Dean picks up car keys from the desk. "He's still in the building. You take the west wing. (y/n) and I'll take the east." Dean said as he sets the keys back down, and we leave the office.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam walks down a hallway, holding his knife at the ready. He looks in each room he passes and goes to another hallway and looks around the corner. He sees Fuller heading his way so Sam stands up against the wall, waiting.

As Fuller rounds the corner, Sam steps forward, raising the blade. Fuller puts an arm up as Sam brings the blade down, cutting Fuller's arm. Fuller yells, and Sam takes another swing before two orderlies grab Sam and begin to drag him away. Sam struggles and throws off one orderly and punches the other.

The first orderly approaches, but Sam knocks his head into a window, shattering it. He goes back to the other orderly and punches him twice while Fuller runs. Sam grabs the blade from the ground and follows then he tackles Fullee to the ground and raises the blade.

But Martin grabs Sam's arm. "No! No! Look at his arm. That cut's not burning." Martin tells him and Sam looks at the cut. "It's not him. It's not him." Martin assures and Sam begins to realize and drops the blade. He stares at Fuller, stunned at what he almost did.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean opens the door and he and I walk in to see Sam sitting on his bed. "You okay?" Dean asked Sam as we approach his bed. "No. No, I'm not okay. I--I am...awesome..." Sam said, giggling. "They give you something?" I asked him. "Oh, yeah. They gave me...everything. It's spectacu-lacular." Sam said before he laughs. "You always were a happy drunk." Dean jokes

Then Sam grows serious and grabs Dean's arm, pulling him down to eye level. "Dean...the doctor...wasn't a wraith." Sam said. "We know." I tell Sam, who looks at me with a comically stunned look. Like he was surprised that we'd know that. "I don't understand it. I mean, I saw it in the mirror. It wasn't human." Dean said, thinking. "Or you're seeing things. Maybe-maybe-maybe you're going crazy." Sam said. "I'm not crazy." Dean said, defensively. "Well..." I said, feigning to be thinking, then he turns to me. "Shut up!" He tells me.

"Well...come on. I mean, you've been at least...half crazy for a long time, and since you got back from hell, or since before that, even. I mean, we're in a--we're in a mental hospital." Sam laughs. "Maybe-Maybe you finally cracked! You know, maybe now you are really...for real...crazy..." Sam continues.

"I made a mistake, that's all. (Y/n) and I'll find the thing." Dean said. "Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I know." Sam said as he puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean then looks at Sam's hand. "It's okay. Hey, hey. Look at me." Sam said and Dean looks at him. "It's okay...because you're my brother...and I still love ya." Sam said and Dean nods then Sam pokes Dean's nose and said. "Bop!" 

I start to laugh as Dean stares at him. "Can we keep this Sam?" I asked Dean and he turns and glares at me while I continue to giggle.

We leave Sam's room and Dean and I share a look. "What do we do now?" I asked him. "I think we should split up and look for this Wraith." Dean said and I nod then we split up.

*3rd Person POV*

Later, Dean was walking down the hallway and through a door when Dr Cartwright, his doctor, comes up next to him. "You missed our session today." she said to him. "A little busy." Dean grumbles to her. "Still hunting that wraith?" she asked him. "People are dying." Dean states. "People die all the time." Cartwright said. "Look, lady, why don't you just let me do my job, maybe save your life." Dean growls. "It's not my life that I'm worried about." she said.

"Oh, my G--I am fine, okay?" Dean yells, exasperated, as he stops and turns towards her. "I'm fine." He said while an orderly, who is sorting laundry down the hall, looks up at him, but goes back to his job. "Come on, even you don't believe that. All this pressure that you're putting yourself under, all this guilt; it's killing you. You can't save everybody. You can't." she said then her voice becomes hard.

"Hell, these days, you can't save anybody, Dean." she said then she turns to leave. "What did you say?" Dean asked and she turns back to him. "The truth, Dean. You got Ellen and Jo killed. You shot Lucifer, but you couldn't gank him." she said and Dean begins to get confused and a little afraid. "You couldn't stop Sam from killing Lilith, and--oh, yeah--you broke the first seal. All you do is fail. Did you really think that you, Dean Winchester with a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, were gonna beat the devil?" Cartwright asked and Dean starts to get a little more afraid.

"Please. The world is gonna burn, and there is nothing that you can do about it." she said. "Who are you?" Dean asked, softly. "How do you know that stuff?" he asked, his voice rising. The orderly sorting laundry looks up again. "Hey, settle down." the orderly said but Dean ignores him.

"Tell me!" Dean yells at Cartwright. Then the orderly walks around his cart and begins to approach Dean. "I said, settle down." the orderly said. "Who are you?" Dean asked Cartwright again, quietly, then he backs away from her a little and looks at the orderly.

"Who is she?" Dean asked the orderly as he points at Cartwright. "Who?" the orderly asked, confused. "What are you, blind?" Dean asked him and he points again. "Her!" he yells. "Pal, there's nobody there." the orderly said and Dean stares at him then looks back at Cartwright, who has a twisted smile on her face.

"I'm not real, Dean. I'm in your head...because you are going crazy." she said and Dean looks around the hallway, Cartwright disappeared. Then he looks at the Ordrerly, beginning to fear for his sanity. "Just leave me alone." Dean mutters and he stalks down the hallway, and the Orderly watches him go.

(Y/n), on the other hand, sees a nurse and a doctor in a different hallway. She passes a mirror, where she sees that they look like a wraith. Confused, she passes them and sees two patients, who look like wraiths in another mirror. She passes them as well, heading for the end of the hall where she tries to open a door, but it is locked. She backs into the corner and slides down to the floor, panting. Her eyes follow everything in the hall, looking freaked. ​​​​What the hell is going on? She thought to herself.

She pulls her knees up to her and placed her forehead against her knees, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "(Y/n)?" A male voice said, it wasn't Dean or Sam or even Martin but it was a familiar voice, a voice she hadn't heard in a long time. "(Y/n)?" The voice said and (y/n) started to realize why the voice sounded familiar.

She raises her head up then looks over to her left and sees a man sitting next to her. She jumps a bit at this and falls over to her right side at this. "D-D-Dad?" She said, shocked, and he smiles at her. "Hey, sweetpea." He greets as (y/n) stares at him, shocked. "T-T-This isn't real." She whispers and he chuckles. “Does it matter? I’m here.” (F/n) said. “I’m losing my mind, aren’t I?” (Y/n) asked, unable to take her eyes off of him. “A little.“ He said, in a soft and loving voice.

“We should have never come here.” (Y/n) muttered. “Why? Because your screw has become loose? You came in here to help people.” (F/n) said. “Yeah and a lot of help I’m doing them.” (Y/n) said, sarcastically. “You still came in here of your own free will, with the intention on saving lives. That’s my girl, alright.” (F/n) said, with a proud smile. (Y/n) begins to tear up and she looks away to wipe her eyes. “Well, I learned from the best.” She said, smirking a bit.

“This is for the best anyway. Out there you’ll just get more people killed.” (F/n) said, all the warmth and comfort in his voice was gone, replaced with cold and bitterness. “What?” (Y/n) asked, turning her head back to see her father’s once soft expression was now harden and angry.

“Think about…first my wife dies because the demon wanted you. Then he puts cancer in me to get to you. Dean goes to hell because he had to bring you back. A lot of good that did, it just got Jo and Ellen killed too, didn’t it?” (F/n) asked, looking down at his daughter like she was nothing but a burden on everyone who knows her.

“I…” (Y/n) tried to argue but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Some part of her believed what he was saying. “You get people killed, sweetpea. That’s your reality. Sooner or later you’re gonna get Dean killed again. And then Sam and Bobby and the angels. Everyone you love and care about is going to die, all because of you.” (F/n) said, his words getting louder and louder as he continued berating her.

(Y/n) looked at her father, terrified. “You’re…you’re not my dad. He would never say that to me.” She muttered. “Are you sure? How do you think he would react to all the little things you can do now?” (F/n) asked.

(Y/n) looks away, unable to answer him. “If he knew what you were. What’s inside you. He would’ve killed you when he had the chance.” (F/n) said and (y/n) covers her ears with her hands, trying to block him out. “Stop!” She said, closing her eyes tight. 

“You know John would have kill Sam the moment he found out he had demon blood in him. You really think I’d be any different? We were partners after all.” (F/n) said. “Shut up!” (Y/n) yelled, tearing up again. “You know I didn’t put up much of a fight when John killed Jo’s daddy. I wouldn’t have fought for you either. I’d put you out of your misery the second I learn that my little girl isn’t even human.” (F/n) taunted. “I SAID SHUT UP!” (Y/n) shouted and a nearby vase had fallen and crash

She raises her head, looks at the broken vase then sees a few people looking at her and she glares at them. "The hell you looking at?" She asked, savagely, before she gets up and walks away.

Later, Dean was sitting at a table by the window in the lounge when he sees Sam walking out with an orderly, who obviously was keeping an eye on him. Instead of Sam coming over to Dean, he walked over to the checker table and saw that he was talking to nobody.

Then he starts to look around, scared, and starts to punch at the air, like he was fighting people. Two orderlies come up to him and try to calm him and one of the orderlies grabs him. "Leave me alone!" Sam shouts as he punches him then the orderlies grab him by the arms. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone! No! Stop it! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I didn't do it! Get off of me!" Sam screams as the orderlies drag SAM down the hall. "Leave me alone! Get off! No! Leave me alone!" Sam continues to scream as Dean thinks.

"What's happening? What's happening?" Dean said to himself, quietly.

Martin was sleeping fitfully in his bed until he hears the door open, and he sits up, brandishing the silver blade. It is Dean, who is standing next to the bed, holding his hands out and looking scared.

"Martin, Martin, it's me. It's Dean." Dean said, quietly. "Oh, sorry." Martin said as he lowers the blade. Dean puts a hand to his forehead. "You--You look like hell, boy." Martin said and Dean nods. "I-I feel like it, too." Dean said. "Where's Sam and (y/n)?" Martin asked. "I don't know where (y/n) is, can't seem to find her. But Sam...Lockdown! He went crazy! Thank God." Dean said. "What?" Martin asked, confused.

"I'm going crazy, too. I'm seeing things. I'm hearing things. I mean, we both are. Crazy is the clue." Dean said, pacing a bit. "What do you mean?" Martin asked and Dean begins to explain, but he stops and stares at the other side of the room.

After a moment, Martin snaps his fingers in Dean's face. "Dean!" Martin said as Dean jolts a little and looks back at him. "Crazy is the clue." he said. "You said that. What?" Martin said, confused. "I mean, the things that me and Sam have done, the stuff that we've seen, we're gonna end up going guano eventually. Probably end up like a couple of drooling nut bags." Dean explains then he realizes what he's said. "No offense." he said. "None taken." Martin said.

"But me and him, freaking out on the same day? I mean, it's gotta be..." Dean said. "The monster..." Martin said and Dean starts to freak out and looks around. "What? Where? Where?" He asked as he ducks down at the side of the bed. "No--It's not--No, there's nothing there." Martin assures as Dean crouches next to his bed.

"Okay. What if this thing doesn't just feed on the insane? What if it makes people insane? Is it possible? Does that seem real?" Dean asked, begging. "Well, I'm not the most reliable source on what is real, but it sounds--It makes sense." Martin said. "Okay. Okay. So-so we got infected. You know, something shot us up with crazy. You know, something..." Dean said then he begins to realize something. "Maybe...maybe it's the ghost of my dad..." Dean said. "No. Focus on the wraith, Dean. Focus." Martin said and Dean realizes he is right.

"Right, the wraith, the wraith." he said as he stands. "Okay. So, the wraith, the wraith, it-it poisoned us. It--Yeah. Maybe with venom, you know? By-by touch...or-or venom, or saliva." Dean said then he freezes. "That girl." Dean said. "You mean Wendy?" Martin asked and Dean nods. "Yes! She slobbered all over me and Sam! That's how we got infected!" he exclaims.

Later, Martin and Dean walk around the corner, heading for Wendy's room. Although, Dean is walking awkwardly and Martin notices and looks down at Dean's feet. He is walking in weird spots on the tiled floor. "Dean?" Martin asked as he stops and Dean stops also, noticing his weird look. "I can't step on the cracks." Dean said when footsteps come up behind them.

They turn around and see (y/n) coming up to them. "Hey, where have you been?" Martin asked her. "I needed some space." (Y/n) said, tiredly. "So what are you boys doing? Where's Sam?" She asked. "Sam's on lockdown. He went crazy. And we think that chick that kissed me and Sam is the wraith." Dean said and (y/n) narrows her eyes.

"It can't be her." (Y/n) said. "Why not? You can get infected by saliva, touch or venom!" Dean said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Dean, it can't be her." She said again. "Why not?" Martin and Dean asked. "Because I'm going crazy in here. I've been seeing things, hearing things....and she hasn't come near me, let alone kissed me." She said and Dean and Martin stare at her, surprised.

Suddenly, a woman screams, and they hurry off. Dean kicks in the door to find Wendy on her bed, her wrists slit. Sitting on the bed over Wendy is the nurse that brought them in and had been taking care of them. Dean and (y/n) look over in a mirror to see that the nurse looks like the wraith. They look back at the bed.

"Is this real?" Dean asked and the wraith withdraws her hand from Wendy's head. There is a skewer sticking out of her wrist, which enter Wendy's head. The Wraith brings it up and licks it off before it goes back into her wrist. "Oh, it is, Sugar. It's very real." she said then she throws Dean against the wall. Martin and (y/n) attack the wraith with their blades, but she throws them into the hall.

The Wraith pins Dean to the wall by the throat and punches him a bunch of times. Martin, meanwhile, grabs his blade and attacks the wraith. The monster releases Dean and puts a hand up to shield herself. Martin cuts her hand, and she yells as Dean slides to the floor. The Wraith's cut is burning and crackling, and she shuts the door, locking them in with Wendy. (Y/n) wakes up and shakes her head, which felt a bit cloudy and heavy, and both her and Martin see that Dean is disoriented.

Martin gets up to check on Wendy while (y/n) checks on Dean. After a moment, Wendy blinks. "She's still alive." Martin assures them.

The wraith heads down the hall, cradling her hand, and spots two orderlies. "There's three patients in Wendy's room. They attacked me." she tells them and the two orderlies rush off. The wraith watches them go and smiles, her hand drips blood as she heads down the hall.

"Dean? Can you hear me? Dean!" (Y/n) said as Dean looks up at her. "You two have gotta get out there and kill that thing. I'll take care of her." Martin tells (y/n), who shakes her head. "Not without you." She said. "You have to. You have no choice." Martin said.

Then the two orderlies walk in and grab Martin, who fights back, which makes the orderlies distracted and not notice Dean and (y/n). "Go. Kids, run! Run!" Martin shouts and (y/n) helps Dean up to his feet and they run out the door.

Dean falls against the wall, looking around, the hallway seems to spin in front of him. "Dean, c'mon!" (Y/n) pleads as he looks up at the lights, which are very bright and spin also. (Y/n) looks down at the floor to see blood droplets leading down the hallway then she felt her head pounding. "C'mon, I gotcha." She assured Dean as she helps him up again and they follow the blood trail, all the while she tries to fight through the fog feeling in her head.

Sam, on the other hand, is lying on a bed in a padded room. His ankles are strapped down, along with his wrists. The door opens, and the wraith walks in. "Hey! Let me go!" Sam shouts at her. "No. You are far too angry to be out there in the real world." she tells him and they both look up at a mirror to see that she looks like the wraith.

"You." Sam said, in realization. "Of course, it's me." she said as she looks back at Sam. "I gotta say, you hunters don't exactly live up to your rep." she said as she circles the bed. "I mean, Martin's a wreck. He's harmless." she said as Sam begins to fight the restraints.

"And you, your brother and that girl come in here, talking tough about killing monsters...kind of made you easy to spot. Then all it took was a touch..." she said and Sam realizes what happened. "...and you were mine. Oh, I love it in here." the wraith smiles as she kneels down at the head of the bed.

"This place is my own personal five-star restaurant." she said and she trails a finger across Sam's forehead and Sam jerks his head away from her. The wraith sticks her finger in her mouth and licks it, moaning. "Crazy brains." she moans then she trails another finger across his forehead. "They get soaked in dopamine and adrenaline and all sorts of hormones and chemicals that make them...delicious." she said as she licks her finger off. "And the crazier they are, the better they taste." She giggles.

"You did this to me!" Sam growls. "Well, I helped. But that rage? No, no, no. That's all you." the wraith said and she stands, walks to the side of the bed. "I don't make crazy. I just crank up what's already there." she said and Sam let's out a yell while she sits beside him.

"You build your own hell, but I give you the Legos. And when you're ripe..." she explains as a skewer pops out of her arm next to Sam's head. "...I make all of your problems disappear." she said and she turns his head to the side, sticking the skewer closer to his head.

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Dean and (y/n) stumble through. "You get away from him." Dean yells at her then the wraith stands to face the two. "Do you really think this is gonna end well for you, kiddos?" she asked them. "No." Dean said then he and (y/n) take out a silver blade each. "But we're crazy. So, what the hell?" Dean said, smiling.

The wraith chuckles and raises her hand,dher skewer goes back into her arm. Dean swings the blade at her, but she ducks and throws him into the wall. (y/n) goes after her and she grabs (y/n)'s arm, throwing her into the wall. (y/n) drops her blade while Sam watches helpless from the bed.

Dean gets up and goes to attack her but  she throws Dean into the other wall, pinning him by the throat. Dean grabs her hand as she raises her other one. The skewer jumps out, and she aims it at his forehead. Dean grabs the other arm, trying to hold it away from his head. The skewer comes out a little more, getting closer to his head. Dean grunts as he tries to push it away.

(Y/n) then comes up behind the wraith and stabs her on the shoulder with the silver blade she dropped. The wraith screams as her skin sizzles and blood pours out of the wound then Dean grabs the skewer with one of his hands and breaks it off. The wraith continues to scream and elbows (y/n) off of her as she backs into the other wall, holding her skewer hand, which is now spurting blood.

Dean holds the skewer for a moment, dropping it in revulsion. The wraith turns towards him, yelling in rage, while (y/n) tosses the blade to Dean, who then stabs the blade into the wraith's heart. The silver burns her as she hits the wall and slides to the floor.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) stare at her while Dean vision loses its fragmented pieces and becomes normal again. And (y/n) didn't feel like her head was cloudy anymore. "You still crazy?" Sam asked them as he watches the two, warily. CNot any more than usual." Dean said as he and (y/n) head over to Sam's bed, leaning over it.

"We gotta get out of here." (y/n) said as her and Dean remove Sam's restraints. "Yeah." Sam said when the alarm bell rings, and they all look up at the doorway, staring.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I burst out of the side door as the alarm bell still rings and we run towards the parking lot and the woods until we approach the Impala. "Well, looks like Tom Cruise was right. Shrinks suck." Dean quips as he reaches the driver's door and I go to the passenger but stop when I see Sam istanding at the trunk, sighing.

"What are you doing? Sam? You okay?" I asked him. "No. No. The wraith--" Sam said. "What about her?" Dean asked him. "She was right." Sam said. "No, she wasn't. She's dead, okay? Let's hit the road. I need a drink, or twelve." Dean said. "Same here." I said. "Most of the time, I can hide it, but...I am angry. I'm mad at everything. I used to be mad at you and Dad, Dean, then Lilith, now it's Lucifer, and I make excuses. I blame Ruby or the demon blood, but it's not their fault. It's not them. It's me. It's inside me. I'm mad...all the time...and I don't know why." Sam said, who looked very anguished and exasperated.

I shake my head and step closer to him. "Stop. Stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? You gonna say yes to Lucifer? What?" I asked him. "No, of course not. I--" Sam said and Dean talks over him. "Exactly. And that's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna take all that crap and you're gonna bury it. You're gonna forget about it, because that's how we keep going! That's how we don't end up like Martin! Are you with us?" Dean asked as he gestures between me and Dean but Sam stays silent.

"Come on, Sam. Are you with us?" I asked, worried, and he looks at me and nods. "I'm with you guys." He said. "Good. Let's get the hell out of here." Dean said as he gets into the Impala. I turn to the passenger door but stop and turn to Sam, who is hesitating.

I place a hand on his shoulder and he looks at me. I give him a sympathetic and encouraging smile. He nods at me then gets into the backseat and I get into the passenger seat. Dean then drives us away into the night.

But as we drive along, even though I know it was a hallucination, the words that my father said kept ringing in my ears.

You get people killed, sweetpea. That’s your reality. Sooner or later you’re gonna get Dean killed again. And then Sam and Bobby and the angels. Everyone you love and care about is going to die, all because of you.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[followmybones]

Valentines Day with Belphegor

2nd person POV, intended male reader but gender neutral; fluff

I wanted to write something for Valentine's Day so have some established relationship Belphie V day content its pretty short but i hope you still enjoy :)

Belphegor wasn't exactly what you might call a romantic person, he’s not the type to make grand gestures or serenade you. He’s also not exactly the type of person to get you flowers for every date, but he still managed to show he cared about you in his own way. 

If you tell him you like Valentine’s day, he’s all over it. Especially if you seem really excited about it, otherwise, he's a lot more chill about it, but he definitely makes a point to put some effort in a valentines date either way.

 Valentine's Day would be one of the times Belphie would get you flowers without you asking, if you did ask he would send you flowers in the morning and then bring you more when he picked you up for your date. 

 He would get you two a table at a nice restaurant. He had made sure they were serving your favorite or at least something he knew you’d enjoy beforehand. You two would have a nice dinner, with little jokes and teasing thrown into comfortable conversations. His hand would only leave yours when he had to eat. The two of you had a table away from most people with a beautiful view of the cityscape. 

 He had even managed to keep the sleep talk to a minimum and only napped a little between dinner and dessert. Not that you minded; he would always let you play with his hair as he slept.

 He is totally smug if he sees his brothers while he’s out with you. Especially if you run into Lucifer, he acts so nonchalant about it for someone who has such a smug look on their face.

  After dinner, he could be talked into taking a nice walk. But don’t be surprised if he leads you toward the first bench he comes across, and he's probably going to fall asleep on your shoulder as you guys continue to talk. 

 After you two get back, he'll usher you up to the attic where Belphie set up a surprise for you. Belphie managed to bargain with Solomon to get him to enchant the ceiling of the attic to emulate the human realm’s stars. He also managed to set out snacks and a record player with a selection of records. He will tease you to 'make sure they’re not cursed before you play them.' Don't be fooled by his teasing, he already made sure they would be safe for his human. 

 After you’ve played a record and taken off your jacket, he’ll drag you to lie next to him on the bed. You honestly should have expected this. Considering how much of an absolute cuddle bug the demon was, you should have expected him to practically purr as he laid his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around you. 

 It wasn’t typical for him to stay up so long when he was cuddled up with you, but today was different. Today he wanted to admire you, he wanted to make sure you knew he cared about you. He knew he could be a little shit, but today Belphie wanted to make sure he perished any doubts you held about the manner of your relationship. 

You could feel Belphie kiss your jaw as you admired the faux stars. “It's pretty, isn’t it starlight,” he murmured against your skin, “I figured it could entertain you as I held you captive in my arms. Maybe next year, I’ll find a way to take you to the real thing. I don’t know if you miss the human realm, but maybe we could make a whole day out of it. You could show me all the best napping spots, and then we could fall asleep in a field together. Just me, my starlight, and the stars. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep talking, but I think anywhere with you sounds nice.”

[rainiishowers]

Hey! Saw ur requests are open so I was wondering.

So in the middle of the night, the demon bros hear a knock on their door, so they open it, to see MC crying. They ask what's wrong and the reason is rlly stupid. Like, "Someone ate my favourite biscuit!" Or smth else rlly dumb.

How would the bros react? (Also gn reader and second person pov, thanks. Also, love ur works! Keep it upand dont stress urself. )

I love these sorts of request and ty for the message <3 I tried to make these more so just not normal reasons for crying, but just wanna say that crying is okay  ---- Lucifer

He was working late as he normally does when he hears knocking, one he soon gathers to be yours

Luci sighs, wondering what would be keeping you up at this time of night, as he went to open it

When he opens the door to you crying, he is equally concerned and confused, as he lets you into his office

“MC.. What happened?”

“I was.. *sniff* Watching a sad movie before bed but it was too sad..”

A sad movie before bed? 

He lets out a long sigh and leads MC to a chair

“I’ll get you some tea and then you can tell me about it.”

Mammon

He was in his room, hanging out with his crows that flew in through the window, before hearing a knock on the door

Mammon goes to open it and is surprised to see you at the door, crying

“MC? What happened?!”

Obviously, he was really worried, as he gently pulls you in and walks you over to the couch, getting some of the crows attention

“I spilled my drink.. *sniff* on my way home from a cafe trip with Satan..”

He blinks once, twice.

Wanting to cheer you up, he sighs.

“Alright, why don’t we have a movie tonight, yea? Ya can pick it out.”

Leviathan

It was the ungodly hours of the day, where Levi was about to fall asleep from playing games all night

He jolts a bit hearing a knock and tells whoever it was to come in

Levi stops for a second, seeing you peek in, crying

You were crying and he wasn’t the best to deal with that, he might get overwhelmed as well.

“M-MC? What are you doing here?”

“I woke up too early and can’t fall asleep, can I stay here?”

He honestly wasn’t sure why you didn’t go to Belphie for something like this, but then again, he probably won’t be too happy if someone woke him up..

“Uhm.. Sure!”

You sat in a comfy pile of blankets and pillows, still sniffing and still having tears fall

He, somewhat frantically, searches for one of his stress toys

Levi finds it and goes to hand it to you

“I’m gonna.. try to sleep, but if you need anything, just tap me on the shoulder.”

Satan

If there was something he didn’t expect to encounter whilst reorganizing his bookshelf, it was you peeking in crying

He was very worried for you, wondering what could possibly make you upset

“What’s wrong, MC?”

“I slept on my textbook and now it’s so crumpled up I can’t read it!”

Whoo boy he felt that

When he was younger, or more specifically when he had less control over his anger, he would constantly crumple up paper to the point they were unreadable

He sighs and nods in understanding

Satan pauses his book organization and gestures for you to sit on his (thankfully clean) bed

While you do so, he picks out a book and goes to you, getting in a comfy position before opening the book to the page it’s marked at

“We haven’t read this one in a while, shall we continue?”

Asmodeus

He was happily humming, putting on some makeup before hearing a knock

Asmo goes to answer it and gasps when he sees you sniffling and crying

Asessing what to do, he leads you inside and on his bed, frowning

“What happened, darling?”

“I checked *sniff* my laundry from last night, and some of the clothes shrunk..”

He gasps once again as you pull out the now way too small shirt.

Asmo hums in thought before getting an idea

He snatches the shirt and goes to the bathroom

Once he comes out, he’s rocking that shirt, doing all sorts of poses

“You wouldn’t mind me taking this shirt, would you, darling?”

Beelzebub

He was lifting weights in his room when he heard a familiar knock

Beel puts the weights down and goes to open the door

He panics a bit, seeing you crying at his door

Leading you in, he asks what’s wrong

“Someone ate my biscuit that I saved!”

A.. biscuit?

Yea uh..

He might have done that..

“Oh.. That might’ve been me..”

He frowns, like a sad puppy

“I’m so sorry! I’ll get you another!”

Belphegor

When he was barely awake one time in the attic, he heard knocking

Belphie groans and lets out a muffled “who’s there?!”

However, when your voice called out saying it was you, he paid a bit more attention

“Come in..”

You walk in, and it took Belphie a second to realize you were crying

Two thoughts entered his mind

“Who do I need to kill?” and “Are you okay?”

He opted to ask the second one as you sat on the edge of the bed

“My favourite blanket is in the wash..”

Belphie sighs, definitely relating to that

He balls up one of his own blankets and gives it to you

“You can borrow that, just bring it back when you’re done”

You nod, getting up to leave before he grabbed your hand and stopped you

“Oh yea, come to the planetarium later, I wanna show you something”

[khaleesiofalicante]

Random things

I know it will sound childish, but Cami's solution makes 100% sense to me. The people leading the Clave are too emotionally involved. They are too wrapped up in the past and it does not help them make decisions for the future. In this case, a fresh perspective would be much more useful. Even Régine will be more objective than her mother. Madeleine is completely unfit to become Consul because she pretends to ne objective but she has an agenda and is incredibly manipulative. Let the young people take charge!

I have a feeling Lucifer might have been the one to change the canon event. Unless one of them is hiding the truth, it would make sense for Lucifer to be the one to jump in that portal. All he had to do was not kill Arthur. How would the others even prevent Lucifer from killing Arthur?

If Christopher was brought in the present before he invents fire messages this would have a huge impact on the Battle between the shadowhunters and Belial back in London in the past. It would change so much. That's what Older Max meant, right? They all think that the impact of what Older Max is describing would be a big bang. An event so life altering they would notice. But canon events are more like threads aren't they? They didn't set off a bomb, they pulled a thread. So the universe will continue falling apart like a cloth, in small ways until it's too far gone for them to save it by the time they notice? Pretty poetic if that's true.

Is Christopher's death a canon event? Because if it is, maybe what they did had a consequence of attracting every one that was supposed to die prematurely in the current time line's frequency. That would be... bad.

I don't think Older Max lost David's love. I don't think it's possible for any David to not love Max. I think he simply chose the children over him. But I don't think he hated or didn't live Max. And I really hope his lost fate in Older Max not to extend in Max from this timeline. Because Max said to Rafael he didn't believe David would change a canon event. But David would've. He would've done it. And that is something that will create a chasm between them.

I personally believe that they should all shut up and at least listen to what Older Max has to say. They all should've done what Rafael did. Honestly, Rafael is the only Lightwood-Bane to do a sane thing and it shows. Good for him I say.

Also, not Rafael thinking that no matter how fucked up the other timeline was at least he had his brother. My Lightwood-Bane siblings please, these two make me wanna cry so much😭

I have a feeling the epilogue from Older Max's POV will be him going to the Other Timeline so we get to see what happened to them or him having a chat with Lucifer. Or maybe it's neither but the suspence is there.

Okay now I'm actually done, I promise. My only excuse for all these asks is that your stories are emotional enough to cause so many different contradicting thoughts and feelings and complex enough to want to make me analyse why I have those feelings. Your talent is truly a wonder. Thank you for an amazing update as always🌼💛

You don't need an excuse for this. It always makes my day when I see these long asks from you. It's like receiving a letter from someone you love. (why couldn't i live in times when letters came in the post and not texts ew)

Madeleine as Consul scares me. If you are a leader and you have 100% support of your people, then something is wrong somewhere. Rafael's leadership is realistic. He is a 'good person' so of course there is a lot of opposition. If Madeleine becomes Consul, everything she suggests will be passed. IT'S A NIGHTMARE.

We'll discuss how the change of the canon event is affecting the world quite soon. But the only person who can actually tell us what's going on would be Stevie (MY GIRL HAS ALL THE DATA AND IS SMART AF)

Other Max and David is currently very complicated. I think in one of my previous asks someone raised a very good question like 'why was Max surprised that David was mad/betrayed him for lying when he knew David chose the kids before too'. And it really shows just how desperate/hopeful he is. Like obviously he knew David wouldn't talk to him again that's why (before the canon was changed so he doesn't remember) he came to say goodbye. Some people asked if David would change his mind if saw what happened to the other world and the thing is David doesn't care about the world. He cares about Max and the kids. And he might change his mind if he understood how much OM has been through after David died :(

The Epilogue (ironically) is one of the first scenes I visualized and I am soooooooo excited to write it :)

[quietwingsinthesky]

Lucifer Kate Milligan

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen with background Midam Additional Tags: Major Original Character(s), Post-Canon, Children of Characters, Identity Issues, Names, POV Second Person, Father-Daughter Relationship, Growing Up, Angst Wordcount: 1121 Summary:

Your name is Lucifer Kate Milligan, and your father will not tell you why.

Your name is Lucifer Kate Milligan, and your father will not tell you why.

You are a baby first, and all this name is, is a collection of sounds that mean you will get tickled or fed. It doesn’t bother you that you don’t know where the sounds came from. You are more concerned with chewing on your dad’s shirt collar or how your father spins you around the kitchen in his arms.

You are a child next, and at school, you are called Kate. It’s on your desk, and your bookbag cubby, and your lunchbox. It begins to bother you that at home you are one name and at school you are another. You tell your friends your father calls you Lucifer, and they snicker. Some of them stop being your friends. Some of them are nicer, call you Lucy.

Your father doesn’t let your friend take you to church, even though you could dress up pretty like them in one of your poofy dresses that he seems to pluck from thin air. Your dad takes him aside, whispers softly, and you leave the room when you see your father’s face turn to stone even as he starts to cry. You leave them embracing. Lucifer Kate Milligan, you tell yourself, you made your father cry. You don’t ask to go to church again.

You curl up in your bed and hide under the covers shaking, not sure what you’re feeling. It’s too big for your body. It’s too old for your soul. In the morning, there are cracks in your bedroom ceiling, along the windows. Your father wakes you up. He looks at the damage done, then at you, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. Something calms inside you. You think you hear him whisper, “Be my little angel for a few more years, please.” You nod and bury yourself in a hug.

He’s invincible because he’s your father. You believe this. There are no cracks in your room when you raise your head again.

You are a teenager, finally. You are Kate, you tell your father, you are only Kate because that’s the name your friends call you. You get into a fight with him for the first time. He doesn’t call you Kate once. He never has.

Kate Milligan, you made your father cry again. It won’t be the last time. You turn the name he chose for you over and over in your head.

Your friend smokes pot under the bleachers and makes out with you sometimes instead of going to class. You tell her your full name, guilty about it in a way you never felt when you were telling kids about it over basketball when you were nine. She stares at you. You stare back because the color of her eyes always entrances you when you’re high. You wish your eyes were as brown as hers, but you’ve got your dad’s blond hair and blue eyes so bright they scare you when you see them in your mirror at night, like there is something wrong with you, like there is a lighthouse spinning inside your skull that flares enough to blind you when you look at yourself too long.

(Your father’s eyes are suns when he gets upset. You never thought it was strange. You don’t meet other people’s parents very often.)

“Lucifer,” she says, “are you joking? Lucifer? ” You nod. She pulls out her phone. You have one, but it’s old like your dad’s. He says he never got used to time moving forward again. You think he’s funny, but you’re too old to tell him that anymore. Your friend opens up Google’s garden gates and leads you to webpage after webpage about Satan. You press against her shoulder as the phone’s brightness hurts your eyes. She whispers out forbidden knowledge until your gym teacher whistles at you.

You get suspended. Your dad drives you home. He’s not mad about the weed. He never gets mad about stuff your friends say their parents tear into them for. You only get in trouble if you don’t come in past curfew. You didn’t even get in trouble last year when you got into a fight and broke a kid’s arm. Your dad believed you when you said you barely touched him. (They had another of their meetings late at night when they thought you were sleeping, and now you’re wondering what all those words meant, why they echoed themselves around the shadow of your namesake.)

“Why am I named after the devil?” you ask.

“Kate?” he says like a man at the top of a cliff digging for a foothold. You know why you’re named Kate. You have pictures of your grandmother all through the house. Your dad talks about her often, sometimes like she’s still here, like he sees her to make new memories every once in a while.

“Lucifer.” You cross your arms.

He stops the car too hard. Your chest aches from the seatbelt digging into it.

“You’re named after your uncle,” he says. You don’t have an uncle.

“Why’s he named after the devil?” you ask about this ghost you’ve never heard of. You wonder if he got called by his middle name, too. The way all the websites put it, your name might as well be a curse. You’re not sure if you feel better that it’s a shared one, a family legacy.

Your dad is quiet for a long time.

“You should ask your father,” he finally says.

Your father never tells you anything. You learned this as a child. He will give you the world and all the precious treasures in it, but he will never answer your questions the way you want. You could ask him why the sky is blue. He would look upset and give you a toy horse to add to your collection.

Lucifer Milligan, who are you? You stare into the mirror. You have your dad’s face but your father’s nose. You think you love your best friend. You think there’s something wrong with you.

You put your finger on your nose. So does your reflection.

They love you. They’re protecting you.

Your father wants what’s best for you. You’re his little angel.

You drop your hand. Your reflection does as well, but it moves slower than it should. Your heart skips a beat.

For a moment, there’s a boy dressed in white. He’s a lot like you. You have the same eyes. You’re both too bright.

He looks sad. He looks like he wants to tell you something. He opens his mouth.

You blink, and there’s no boy. There’s just you. Lucifer Kate Milligan.

You’re scared of who you might be.

[fandom-hoarder]

hiii do you know any fics that are like season 6 aus where sam comes back With his soul ? i don’t hate those mid seasons but I think it also would’ve been nice to see what dean would’ve been like and taking care of his little brother coming back from lucifer’s cage and seeing their relationship keep going from where it was at the end of s5 ahaha

Ooh, this one was a bit tricky for finding a good combo of search parameters, but here are a few for you, nonnie!

(Anyone with recs to add, please do!)

* just a note here to please read and mind the additional tags and relevant warnings on ao3, as we're dealing with cage trauma here

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In the Beginning, There Was Sam by brokenlittleboy

Rated: Teen+ | Words: 3091 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Dean is content to drink himself to death the in company of Ben and Lisa, but when Bobby calls, asking for help, he can’t let his friend down. Omens creep toward Sioux Falls, a trail of breadcrumbs leading right up to one very not-dead, very blind little brother. AU after season five.

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Vices and Virtues Make Whole the Shattered Soul by cyncitymojo

Rated: Teen+ | Words: 10021 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: After spending time in the Cage with Lucifer, Sam comes back broken. His soul is shattered, and he's become several images of himself. He needs to find a way to piece himself back together and he cannot do it alone. The question is, can he do that and still be the brother and man he once was?

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Living on Flood Tides by cherie_morte

Rated: Explicit | Words: 19941 | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Summary: AU after 5x22: Sam mysteriously returns from the cage and Dean thinks their problems are solved. Unfortunately, Sam is so shaken from his time in Hell that he can't—won't?—even talk to Dean, and when natural disasters begin to occur as frequently as they did when the Devil was walking the Earth, Dean realizes his brother may have acquired some of the angel's powers without picking up the ability to control them. In order to prevent Sam from hurting anyone, Dean finds a house as far from anything as he can manage and settles there to wait until the day Sam gets better—or until they both get killed by Sam's grace.

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Closer to where it is that you’re headed for by trinipedia

Rated: Teen+ | Words: 5130 | Creator Chose Not to Warn

Summary: It’s been a year since Sam has fallen in the cage, and Dean spent most of it trying to pretend he can move on. But when his estranged brother suddenly reappears, a few days before Christmas, Dean's world is shaken all over again. (a beginning of season 6 AU, with some extra soul and lots of extra snow on the side)

Note: 2nd person pov on Dean

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Honorable Mentions:

Hidden by AxeMeAboutAxinomancy

Rated: Explicit | Words: 79386 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: When Sam comes back from Hell, he looks like a monster: his dæmon is missing. But she's only hidden inside him. Meanwhile, Dean struggles with his own uneasy dæmon and the fear that Sam will leave him again.

Note: Without giving too much away, I'll say this melds both the universe of SPN and His Dark Materials so well, and sort of lives in a blurry area with regards to the parameters of the original ask. But if you're familiar with the His Dark Materials-verse, I think this fic hits the notes desired from a He-Was-Never-Soulless AU.

Podfic by the author <3

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Entanglement by rivkat

Rated: Explicit | Words: 3350 | Creator Chose Not to Warn

Summary: For avidrosette: during 5.22, what if Dean had thrown himself into the pit with Sam? Extends through S6.

Note: this is kind of the entire opposite of what the ask called for, lol, but I also think it can scratch the itch in the right circumstances. 👀

I first experienced this fic through the podfic by Liannabob.

[kimiko-dear]

I wanted to look back on 2022 and share with everyone some of the  things I wrote that were my personal favorites, in case I'm new to you or I missed them. In January, @ghosty_spice wondered what would happen if Diavolo experienced the same thing his father did ...so I wrote "History Repeats," https://archiveofourown.org/works/36295801 , but left some hope at the end. 

 I also began writing based on pop quiz events, and "Not On My Watch," https://archiveofourown.org/works/36725746, based on  "Cold Snap" and featuring Lucifer still leads based on hits.

In February, a discussion was going around about predator/prey play, so I couldn't resist Satan in the Royal Library, in "Pursuit." https://archiveofourown.org/works/36858193

But by far, in February (and still) one of my favorites was taking Simeon from his birthday to Valentine's day to a long, happy human life with you in this series (still called "Simeon's Birthday," despite continuing!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/36858193

I ventured into first-person stories from the POV of the boys... #Satan: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38726571 #Beelzebub: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39071187 #Lucifer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39456759 and #Leviathan: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40087815

I did some things to thank my readers. "The Gift," https://archiveofourown.org/works/39377304, a thank-you for 200 Twitter followers, about the brothers giving you Solomon's immortality potion without getting your permission, and the one brother who finally tracks you down to apologize. 

 "The Ending You Wanted," https://archiveofourown.org/works/42541566, a thank-you for 300 Twitter followers, in which Lucifer thinks he's doing you a favor by cutting you free, but realizes he's made a terrible, terrible mistake.

And the infamously famous, or famously infamous, "My Master," https://archiveofourown.org/works/42070725, unabashed Barbatos smut for my readers who asked specifically for more Barbatos smut.

And, finally, not a specific work, but a favor to my readers who ship/stan specific characters and want to read about just them, I made a series for each of them so you can find all the standalone stories I wrote for your favorite. 

#Lucifer: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213045 

#Mammon: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3212991 

#Leviathan: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213012 

#Satan: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213006 

#Asmodeus: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213021 

#Beelzebub: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213009 

#Belphegor: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213027 

#Diavolo: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213003 

#Barbatos: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213039 

#Simeon: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3213024 

#Solomon: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3212997 

New works for individual characters will continue to be added to these series. 

 So that's my 2022 for you! Looking forward to another great year of inspiration! I thank everyone who read, commented, left kudos or social media comments. You all make me very happy!

[obeymefu]

If the Obey Me characters found out Mc beat the shit out of a lower rank demon.

I got this idea from Belphegorspillow and asked for permission.

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Lucifer

3rd Person Pov:

You never thought this day would come but here you are bloody in the HOL hallway. Unfortunately for you Lucifer was on his way to Lord Diavolo castle briefcase in hand. Hearing his footsteps you internally panic and try to gracefully look like you didn't just have (another) near death experience.

Lucifer s Pov:

'Lord Diavolo asked me to attend a business dinner at 5:30 it's 5:00 if I leave now I'll arrive at 5:20 that gives me ten extra minutes'. I think as I turn the corner. then all my thoughts disappear when I see them ,my Mc, covered in blood in the hall trying to look decent. A flurry of emotions come at me most of them being worry, panic, anger and sadness.

Mc`s. Pov:

'Omd he's coming around the corner. Lucifer's gonna get upset at me.' I see him stop in front of me staring but I can't meet his eyes all I can do I stare at the floor bloody close sticking to me . The metallic smell flooding my nose. I can hear him walking hurriedly toward me and see his shoes stop when in front of me. "Mc are you ok, what happened, are you hurt if so where, who did this." he asked me. I can hear the panic in is house as all of questions come flooding toward me. I feel overwhelmed and anxious,anxious that if I tell him he'll be angry, frustrated, sad appalled, or even worse disappointed. I tense up as I see his shadow reach out to touch me. He sees and takes his gloved hand back

We stand there for a moment still in the silence not being able to look him in the eyes,let alone make conversation. "Come" he gingerly grabs my hand after discerning I didn't need to see Simeon right away I presume. Leading me down the halls . Mind rushing , panicking till sudden confusion when we make a the and instead of the wood flooring in the halls I'm suddenly met with tile, white to be specific. I glace up to see we are in the bathroom. I can see his gloved hand motion to the toilet as if asking me to sit. Sitting down on the seat I feel my cloths stick to it, and a brief moment of confusion when I suddenly hear rushing water.

Lucifers Pov:

After leading Mc to the bathroom, mind racing flooding with unanswered questions and unease. I turn the nobs in the shower to their preferred temperature. ' I suppose the conversation we had last week about everyone's bathing temperature wasn't as useless as I thought. I mussed to my self' then quickly asked them to hop in and fetched a towel,paired with their most comfortable pajamas lay them outside the door and sit in my office till they get out. 'So many things today that I usually find to be a nuisance like how I can hear the water from the shower( abd usually mammon s singing) is turning out to be in my favor,' I chuckled. There I sat waiting to hear the water turn of and the door open, in the meanwhile I explained what I saw and did and excused myself from my dinner with Diavolo. Thankfully he understood. By 6:00 dinner was complete thanks to satan so I went to save us a plate. My brothers where confused as to why Mc wasn't eating with them and I told them we where eating in my office. Thankfully Mammon stoped pestering when I said that it's take goofy away if another peek came from him. After delivering the plates to my office and sitting down I heard the bathroom door open. realising I didn't hear the sound of water when I came in.

Mc's Pov: I feel much better now briefly glancing at my DDD for the time I see it's 6:48,'Wow' ' its almost seven, Lucifer s study is across from the bathroom he probably already has figured out I'm done showering. I really don't want I confess though so I'm going to head for my room as quick and quiet as possible. ' as I creek open the door I grab my belongings and make my way to my room. just as I think I'm safe I hear Lucifer saying " Mc come to my study" 'Damn it' I walk to his room and Nick before entering. "Hey Lucifer what's up?" raising a brown I can tell he sees through my act.

" Mc" " Yes Luci?" "What happened ealier." " What do you mean?" "...." there he sat with sat with a serious look on his face. ".... I got into an argument with a demon." he sat there silently and gave me a look that said go on. " ... I lost my cool and beat the shit out of him." "Mc-" " Dont I know what your going to say it was a stupid decision that could have gotten me hurt, I just couldn't control my temper after he tried backing me in a corner and intimidating me when he was losing the argument." " Please be better about your temper..... if I lost you I'd be ... lost you so important to me I couldn't dream of losing you in my darkest nightmare and I want to be by your side for all of eternity. Come to me if you ever need help I'll take care of in the morning." "Please allow me to be selfish and take care of you for tonight." Lucifer said while wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead. " Alright for tonight Luci <3."

[fireyhotsupertalia]

((Ok this is what I got this far, I can add more to both before and after this, plus Lucifer’s POV. Which if I do I’ll post to my AO3 with a link and proper warnings, but keeping the dubcon and adding unintentional self harm at the end. But they don’t get far in undressing or anything, I’d rate this part T. Anyways enjoy )) @proshipper-on-ship (tagging you cause your prompt)

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That had all lead to the here and now, Alastor in the kings room, sitting in his bed, coat off, kissing Lucifer, planning on going much farther...

Kissing wasn’t unpleasant, he’d done it in life after all, he understood the appeal, but it was just never for him. Although whenever Lucifer slide his forked tongue into Alastor’s mouth it was more than temping not to bite down, but Alastor restrained himself. Instead copying the action, Lucifer at least tasted decent, cold and metallic like his blood. Kissing Lucifer was easy now, how hard could the next part be?

Lucifer shifted some moving a hand from Alastor’s shoulder to run up his covered side.

Alastor gave a shutter. Unsure how he felt about that, it wasn’t bad he no longer minded the kings touches, but…it was…it was just nerves he started to tell himself, only to chide himself for even letting the thought cross his mind. What did he have to be nervous about. He had the king of hell on the line right? Yes an invisible line pulled tight that would soon leave him gasping for air, like a fish out of water. Like a white hot collar around one’s throat.

“Alastor!” Lucifer’s voice came firmer than need be, Wait when did they stop kissing? Had Lucifer been trying to get his attention?

“What?” Alastor asked more bite to the words than originally intended.

Lucifer frowned, sitting up slightly, before he asked again, “are you ok? You seem a bit lost.”

“Perfectly fine, Dear,” Alastor said wrapping a hand around Lucifer’s back to bring him close again.

For a moment Lucifer gave a pleased hungry smile but he quickly dropped it placing a hand on Alastor’s chest to keep them apart. And he said seriously, “Ok, so I know you’re not gonna like this very much but let me take the lead. It’s not my first time with someone with little experience and I can…”

Alastor’s smile tightened ears turned back but didn’t pin and his eyes narrowed. He didn’t need to be lead, like some dog on a leash, it was just sex! How hard can it be? Hell even the dogs didn’t need guidance to figure it out. But if Lucifer wanted it Alastor would give it. Simple as that. He wouldn’t say no….he couldn’t say no…not now.

“Are you listening?” Lucifer asked

Alastor flicked his ears forward, and he relaxed before answering, “Of course dear.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, and dropped his hand to rest on Alastor’s shoulder again “fine, so like I said just listen. Got it?”

“Anything you say your Majesty,” Alastor replied just pulling him back into another kissing. Fine if Lucifer wanted him to obey he’d do what the king wants, he could do it.

Lucifer gave a bit of an annoyed hum into Alastor’s mouth but relaxed quickly. Lucifer dropped his right hand to Alastor’s thigh and slid the left up Alastor side, but under his shirt. Letting cold black hands ran through short brown fur. Lucifer gave a pleased hum this time liking the feeling, soft like a blanket.

Alastor shivered again, it wasn’t bad touching, he told himself, it was like the hand holding was all.

Not breaking the kiss Lucifer moved both hands to start unbuttoning Alastor’s shirt careful of the button’s around his neck, he paused for a moment and tried to pull back for the kiss only for Alastor to pull him right back in, he steadied himself by resting his hands on Alastor’s bare shoulders, before nudging the taller man into laying down on the bed

Alastor allowed Lucifer to undo his shirt and then push him down to the bed. He could do this…it wasn’t that hard…if he just played the submissive little doe he wouldn’t even have to really move in this position, yeah he could….

“….it ok if I do that?” Lucifer asked having broken the kiss

Alastor blinked had there been a first half go that question? Did it matter? Lucifer could do what he wanted he was in the position of power, so Alastor answer breathily, “Y…yeah…”

Lucifer gave a smiled before kissing Alastor’s throat this time. He also moved to pin his hands above his head.

Alastor gave a small moan, that felt a little good, but unthinkingly he tried bringing his arms back down only to find them caught. His breath hitched as he felt his heart race, the white noise of static filled his ears, he was trapped, no no no that wasn’t right. He yanked his arms down again, the pressure released, he pulled his hands to his chest and backed up until he hit something solid…there was a distance voice he couldn’t make out.

He jerked his head from side to side but the light was too bright and pinned his ears as the static got too loud…his heart was racing and he couldn’t breathe his throat was tightening. What…what was causing this? White flashed in front of his eyes…the chain! The chain around his throat it was choking him. He…he couldn’t…couldn’t breathe.

He brought crawled hands to his neck and tried yanking it off…but all he felt was pain and he lost his breath faster.

“Las….tor?! No…sto…” someone yelled in the distance.

He hands were again yanked above his head and something closed tighter on his throat. But he didn’t hear anything after that. His world just went black.

Radioapple angst, dubcon style

Lucifer asks Alastor out and Alastor agrees, they go on a few dates, trying out a lot of things further and further from Alastor's usual comfort zone and more into Lucifer's, and Alastor agrees, this goes on for a few weeks before Lucifer brings up having sex and Alastor agrees

Because when a man as powerful as the king of your entire reality asks you for something, you know better than to say no, especially when you're trying to stay alive despite the chain choking you with every single breath you take

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[lepertamar]

@ anon assuming you're this reviewer i would love elaboration on the bit of it that i quoted under the cut (i wouldn't publish the ask if you don't want of course) because i've been rotating this exact issue in my head like a fucking centrifuge trying to connect some dots for the past couple weeks or so lol, as you've probably noticed

There are some issues remaining that I feel could have been workshopped more sharply: occasional out-of-character swerves for Elīya bothered me due to Elīya being my favorite character. She has both some new articulations and some retained articulations that just feel completely off-key to me. For example her suddenly-materializing odd fear of offending Tamar that inhibits further understanding or questioning, means [Eliya] has in her internal POV, a (completely incorrect!) characterization of Tamar as 'trapped in a single moment' and 'surrounded by endless certainty', which are used in Elīya's self-understanding process, by contrasting herself against Tamar. Which aren't wholly unbelievable assumptions for Elīya to make about someone she doesn't understand, but which seem to be extremely unfitting to the ending of the book, where she does achieve self-understanding in part through grappling with Tamar, and in the last couple sentences of the book, confidently asserts (and is acknowledged as being correct) that now, unlike at the beginning, she knows her…. 

......a begged-for nonexistent moment of Elīya realizing she's not much like Yenatru, and not much like Lucifer, but quite a bit more like Tamar, in a sequence I could almost write for myself in my head. However while the hints and lead-up to this are beautifully there, this conclusion is not simply tantalizingly left unsaid, but is instead cut off and overwritten with statements to the contrary that are not supported. It seems that in a desire to be more understood, a bit of overexplaining in poorly-thought-out directions has happened. This perhaps also comes downstream of the thematically-disappointing choice for Elīya and Tamar to take the ethical route and not eavesdrop on Yenatru and Lucifer's conversation about Lucifer's fall, therefore denying Elīya the unethically-taken (but better) chance to contextualize…