#step aside satan i'm jumping in

[hazbinnez]

lilith is 100% justified in anything she does, she earned a thousand get out of jail free cards for dealing with adam for however many years

[777charm]

hi! i hope you doing great! <3 this is my first time requesting on tumblr so I’m sorry if something is wrong!

can I have headcanons (if you don’t write hcs than drabble would be just as fine!) of lucifer, mammon and satan (or just lucifer) being overprotective over shy and easily-scared fem!reader?

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Lucifer and Mammon with a easily scared F!MC

Note: Hello, and aw, thank you!!! Sadly, no Satan this time, but you have wonderful english, and I can only hope the same for you, as you have a good day too!!!!!! ❤️

Proofread?: for once, sí

Warning(s): Female Reader + Swearing

Lucifer

He's used to being the older mature brother towards his younger brothers, so he honestly isn't nothing that's not of his normal self towards you.

He knows you're overly shy and don't do good with most, if not all, social interactions, so he tries to help. If he sees another lower rank demon, keep trying to talk to you or get into your personal space while you're already uncomfortable, he's going to identify as a fucking problem. He finds no issue with stepping in and protecting you at any moment.

He has open arms ready if you get so scared that he has to carry you. It wasn't something he was used to before you came to devildom, but he's gotten used to it if something that scares you is near your feet and you can't go anywhere until it's resolved. No matter the size, he's quick to pick you up.

He, for sure, has a bigger ego and pride, knowing that you come to him first if something scares you. But he still puts it aside to relish about it later when the problem is solved. He almost instantly stops anyone who tries to flirt with you or get too close to you without your consent. He's willing to harm scare any demons or even humans, who think scaring you or making you jump is funny.

Mammon

Overprotective would be a literal understatement when it came to this man 😵‍💫

Always by your side???? Literally you two had like. No classes together WHY IS HE HERE–

Uses your shyness as an excuse to get closer and always be by your side. "You know Lucifer 'forced' me to look after ya, so I'm just doing my job MC!" (He's literally holding your hand as we speak)

He tries his best to keep you away from things that have the risk of scaring you. Horror movies? Nope, you guys are probably watching something comedic or romantic (not just for you, but also so he doesn't get paranoid bc of the jumpscares).

Literally argued with Levi about letting you play a horror game with him, knowing just how easily scared you can get. He really hates that sad look in your eyes and tries to comfort you the best to his abilities when you run to him because something scared you.

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 4

I loved the last chapter so much that I had to jump right into writing this one after I posted chapter 3!

Eventually, I did get tired though so I edited this when I woke up today 😅

But anyway! Tag list! @astroseuss @zarakem

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After dinner, Dia asked Lucifer to head to his room without him. The prince had to grab a some things before joining the other man in bed. After the expansion the man was forced through during dinner, the pride demon was exhausted and did as his love asked.

Lucifer started changing out of his outfit and into his night clothes. He let out a heavy sigh when he realized his satin night shirt no longer fit over his rotund belly. He folded it neatly and laid it on top on the dresser before walking towards the bed. His pants only fit as long as he kept them low on his hips. The man was already unhappy with the the changes to his body.

He sat on his side of the bed and gave his belly a gentle rub. He...he did this to himself; now all he could do was deal with the consequences.

After the major stretch he went through earlier, his stomach was uncomfortably red and sensitive. It was unavoidable, he supposed. It was just another aspect of this unpleasant situation he had to deal with--

The door creaked open and in stepped Dia with a smile. Blushing, the pregnant man quickly removed his hand from his belly and looked away from the redhead. He heard the other man set something on his dresser before opening a drawer to retrieve his own night clothes.

Lucifer peeked over and watched the man strip off his day clothes; first his jacket then his tie and shirt...

As the prince undid his belt, he peeked over his shoulder and saw Luce's spying on him. The pride demon turned away, face red, and Dia gave a laugh before continuing to change.

The prince preferred to sleep shirtless so he too approached the bed in just his pajama pants. Instead of slipping in on his side however, he went around to Lucifer's side, knelt, and presented two objects.

"What are these?" Luce asked, eyebrow raised.

Dia set the jar aside and lifted the chain higher up to give his love a better look. Hooked to the chain was a small bottle of an unpleasant green liquid, reminding the man of algae over an oil spill.

"I need you to wear this for awhile."

Lucifer took the chain from the prince and gave it a small twirl, trying to discern what this liquid could be.

"I'm assuming this will help me with my child?"

"In a matter of speaking." Diavolo nodded before frowning. "It's...well, its made in preparation for the day you give birth. I'd like you to keep this on you and the day your child tries to...break free, so to speak, you drink it to calm them and give us just enough time to get your into surgery."

The prince raised a hand and laid it on his cheek.

"I...I don't want you to experience what you did with Satan."

Luce laid his hand on Dia's and closed his eyes.

This man...he truly was trying to think of everything. It was...still not easy to let someone else take care of him, but the thought he put into all this did warm the pregnant man's heart.

Luce lowered his hand and opened his eyes before slipping the chain around his neck.

Dia smiled before picking up the jar and unscrewing its top.

"Good. Now onto this." The prince slipped two fingers in the jar to collect some of the salve before massaging it on his love's sensitive belly. "This salve with help ease the redness and help your skin stretch easier the text time your child goes through a growth spurt."

The pride demon's face went red.

"I can do that myself..." He mumbled.

The prince paused his hand and looked up at him.

"I'd like to do this for you. Would you let me?"

The prince didn't want to force his care upon the man just to trigger another episode. He loved his Light far too much to risk such a thing.

Lucifer pursed his lips, but nodded to the other man.

Smiling, Dia continue to massage the salve into his love's big red belly. After a minute of this, the prince leaned forward and kissed the man's belly.

"D-Diavolo!!" Oh devil, was this pride demon embarrassed by that action.

The prince gave a small laugh at his love's flustered look.

"I can't help it..." The redhead's smile soften. "This is the closest I'll ever have to you carrying my child. And I'm happy."

Luce covered his face with one hand and looked away from the other man. His words were overwhelming him, but not in any bad way.

In truth, the prince was right. Since the complex emotions that created this child were started by him, the child will look just like him.

Children created through this method don't always look like the person who birthed them. More often than not, they take the appearance of the person who started such feelings in them.

That's why Satan has blonde hair and green eyes while Lucifer had both black hair and eyes; the pain and anger Lucifer carried at that time was caused by his Father therefore Satan was born with the same hair and eyes color as him.

The fact that this child will look like Diavolo...well, the former angel was just glad there was something good that will come from all of this. His child will not share any genetics with the prince, but will look so much like him that others would just assume that he is Diavolo's son.

And yes, son. With these types of pregnancies, the child almost always is the same gender as the birthing parent.

"Are you really, truly happy about this?" Lucifer lowered his hand and asked softly.

"My Light..." Dia took one of Luce's hand and laid it over his belly with his own hand over it as well. "I love you...and even if this circumstance is not ideal, this is still your child in there and I will love them all the same."

Once again, tears filled the pregnant man's eyes that he did not notice at first.

"Oh my Light..." Dia stood up and gently cupped the other man's face in his hands before kissing his forehead.

The tears fell down Luce's face as he reached up and slipped his hands in Dia's hair, leading the man down to him.

This escalated to Dia kneeling over Luce with his own hand's in the other man's hair as well.

Gradually, Lucifer found his hands sliding from the redhead's hair, down his chest and to his waistband.

Dia instantly broke the kiss.

"My Light...no." He said guiltily.

That was a major blow to the heart. The pride demon pushed the man off of him and rolled over (with some difficulty) to keep his back between the two of them.

This would have been far from their first time making love. Granted, it always caused Lucifer to feel so vulnerable in the past and was followed by a period him being standoffish to the other man, but this was different. Lucifer was opening himself up to the prince more just to be rejected in this way?

Not that the prince could see clearly, but this man's face was basically expressing somewhere between a scowl and a pout, making his hurt feelings more evident than he usually does.

"Lucifer, I just--"

"If I am that unattractive to you now then just go ahead and say it."

"My Light, no!" Dia clung to him, pulling the former angel close and hugging him tightly. "My love, you are still the most beautiful being I've set my eyes upon."

"I don't need you to lie to me--"

"Lucifer, your body is fragile right now." The prince explained to him. "I'm not going to risk you or your child just for my own pleasure."

The pride demon opened his mouth to argue with the other man, but instead a bright blush creapt across his face as he felt Dia's...'part' poke at him from behind.

This man...even like this, Diavolo was still attracted to him; he was only rejecting him for sake of him and his child. This man kept putting him first...and Lucifer kept thinking the worst of him.

Unlike earlier, the former angel let himself feel this, the guilt and the shame, instead of repressing it. It was hard and by devil it hurt, but his child needed him to feel this.

"...I'm sorry." The pride demon said softly.

Dia pressed a couple sweet kisses to his neck before picking the pregnant man up and straightening him out on the bed.

"It's okay, my Light, I understand." He murmured as he pulled the blankets over them both.

Lucifer laid his head on his love's chest and Dia laid a hand over his belly, giving it a gentle stroke.

The pregnant man just felt hurt and exhausted. All he wanted was to fall asleep in the prince's arms and let the day end already.

[peachiimilquetea]

hi this is the third time i'm doing this :P can i get a red velvet cake with a vanilla base and chocolate syrup with lucifer from obey me? thank you!!

“𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙!”

vanilla red velvet cake with chocolate syrup + lucifer

a/n: i realized after i made the banner that your order literally matches his vibe??? idk if that was on purpose but it made me very happy idk DBSJKDSBJK anyways this is the first work ive ever written for obey me! i hope you like it and i hope everyone else likes it as well!

length: 538 words

the scowl on lucifer’s face deepened as he watched you flit around the ballroom, talking to mingling with all sorts from demon society.

he was usually a relatively composed man, observing people silently from the outside and keeping his opinions to himself. but you brought out something in him that he didn't even know was there.

“careful there, lucifer, if you keep that up you’re gonna break that champagne flute in half,” quipped asmodeus and satan snickered from the other side. his brother could see right through him, knowing that lucifer was always going to be too proud to admit the things he felt for you. so he had given you a little bit of a heads up, knowing exactly what to make you do to drive him wild. he was the avatar of lust after all.

so you took asmo’s advice, wore the dress and heels that he suggested and talked to everyone he told you. you could feel lucifer’s eyes burning holes into you from all the way across the room and you made a mental note to thank asmo later with a gift basket or something.

lucifer couldn’t stand it anymore. placing the champagne down with notable force, he stalked over to you, pushing his way through the crowd quite easily as everyone stepped aside for him.

“____,” you heard his voice rumble from behind you and you almost jumped out of your skin, “how have you been this evening? i haven’t seen you all night.”

you smirked at him, “oh i’ve been moving around and talking to people. a few of the demons on the royal court are very good conversationalists, you know?”

his jaw ticked, but he played along, refusing to give you the satisfaction of watching him be affected by your little game. he grabbed your hand, pulling it to his mouth for a chaste kiss and looked you in the eyes. his gaze successfully threw you off and he could tell, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“care for a dance then? im sure youre a bit fatigued from all the royal politics talk, yes?”

you nodded as he led you to the dance floor. he was winning and that's not what you wanted at all. you placed a hand on his chest and grazed it with your nails as you danced and his hold on your waist tightened in response.

“you did that on purpose didn't you?” he asked lowly, pulling you into a spin.

you feigned ignorance and shot him a smile. you wanted to see how long it would take him to crack and give in to his carnal desires. your other hand moved from his own up to his neck, brushing his pact mark with your thumb. he clenched his jaw, not wanting to react to you, but his ears were bright red and you knew you had him where you wanted him.

“what if i did do it on purpose, hm? what would that do to you?”

“you’re playing with fire little human. i’m sure you know better than to get burned?” he growled, holding you impossibly closer as the music swelled.

leaning into him, you nipped his earlobe, whispering, “maybe i like the heat.”

[tonguetiedraven]

Hey I've been really dysphoric lately could I request a ftm Trans Rin drabble about Rin coming out and Bon being very supportive of his boyfriend. Thank you

giving you the biggest internet hug I possibly can. I'm so sorry about the dysphoria. You are incredible, even if you don't always feel like it.

Also, sorry, it got a little long...

Pairing: BonRin

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It started because Ryuuji was combing his hair.

Well, it really started earlier than that. It started when Rin had looked over his shoulder and seen the surly boy scowling at the front of the class like Rin’s inattentiveness had been a personal insult to him. His silly heart had given a really hard thump, and he’d promptly fallen hard.

It started because Rin jumped in front of the reaper hell-bent on devouring Ryuuji before Rin could make him aware they were going to be boyfriends. It started when he’d turned and glared down at the boy and saw incredible brown eyes staring right back up at him.

He’d felt strangely seen in that moment. Almost enough to let his tail wag.

Instead he’d crossed his arms over a chest that didn’t feel like his and glared to the right.

It solidified when Ryuuji stared up at him with that smirk (god, that smirk made Rin dizzy, almost too dizzy to focus on the fight which was bad because that would mean they’d probably die before he could actually ask Ryuuji out)

Rin felt right under Ryuuji’s gaze. With Ryuuji’s laugh echoing in his ear, Rin felt like he could do anything. Like he could be anything.

It made him spin around, too - long hair flying in his face, and bare his teeth at the Impure King as he finally drew his sword. As his features shifted into the demonic form, he almost felt like it was who he was meant to be.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to ask Ryuuji before Ryuuji was pulling him aside in one of the many rooms of the Myoa Dha’s headquarters and asking in the most endearingly bashful way if Rin would maybe like to go to the bamboo garden after Kyoto Tower.

Rin had said (squealed) an exuberant yes and spent the rest of the day holding Ryuuji’s hand and trying to stop his tail from wagging wildly.

He’d almost asked for a picture, but he’d caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of Kyoto Tower and he just… couldn’t.

Not when the reflection didn’t show who he was. Not when nobody knew. Not when it was a stranger staring back at himself and holding Ryuuji’s hand. He didn’t know the girl looking at him, he could see traces of who he was meant to be, but…

His eyes darted to Ryuuji who was staring at him with a soft smile. He returned it as well as he could and tried to ignore who was staring back at him.

He asked Ryuuji out on the next date, and the date after that Ryuuji asked him.

He stopped keeping track after the fifth date.

It had been a few months, and Rin was now watching as Ryuuji picked out his earrings for their date. He was seated on his boyfriend’s bed and fiddling with his jeans.

“You okay? Seem kinda tense, babe.”

His stomach clenched uncomfortably as he lifted his gaze to meet Ryuuji’s. He could see the edge of himself in the mirror, and he shifted uncomfortably away from it.

Ryuuji, ever watchful, noticed the movement. He set his earring, the twisty one that always made him blush when he was putting it, down and stepped towards Rin.

“Hey,” he sat next to him and took Rin’s hand, “what is it, Rin? You know you can tell me?”

But how did you tell something like this? Everyone always said it was the best thing to do. That it was the brave thing to do. That you had to live your truth and be who you were, but they never said how. They never mentioned the terror that who you were would be rejected.

Ryuuji made him feel more himself than he’d ever felt before. He didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to lose Ryuuji, but…

He was lying to him every single day. Ryuuji thought he was dating Rin Okumura, daughter of Satan and resident goof. He didn’t know that wasn’t who Rin was. Well, he was a few of those things, but he was someone so different than that. Than this long hair and the stupid uniform they made him wear.

Ryuuij’s hand went to his hair and softly combed through his locks. It was meant to be soothing and it just made Rin’s eyes well up. He clutched Ryuuji’s hand in his own, and the words started to pour out.

“I— this isn’t who I am.”

Ryuuji stopped combing through his hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulder instead to coax him closer.

The words kept coming. He stuttered out that he wasn’t what he looked like. That he was a guy, and he’d known it about himself for years, but he’d never been able to tell anyone. He soaked Ryuuji’s soft shirt with his tears, and he still felt like none of it made any sense, and it wasn’t enough. He cried until his eyes burned, and he started to hiccup against Ryuuji’s strong chest.

Ryuuji didn’t say anything for a moment longer. Long enough that Rin began to try and figure out if it would be quicker to flee by the window or the door.

“I— and I’m so sorry if I misunderstood, you’re trans?”

He… he didn’t sound angry, or disgusted. His voice was soft, inquisitive. Rin swallowed. He’d never heard anyone say that to him. “Yes. I… I’m trans.”

It was the first time he’d said it to someone. Saying it solidified something in his gut. It had him sit up a little. It had him shoving his hair out of his face and swallowing again.

Ryuuji’s hand moved back to brush his hair back. “Hey,” Ryuuji hugged him close, “I’m proud of you, Rin. I know… I can’t imagine that’s an easy thing to tell. Hell, I remember how terrified I was to come out to my parents, and they’ve always been open-minded.” He pressed a kiss to Rin’s hair, brushing away a few of his tears before brushing his hair back again. “Thank you for trusting me this much.”

Another sob broke from Rin’s lips as he flung himself at Ryuuji. His boyfriend wrapped him up in a fierce hug, holding him tightly enough that he felt anchored, that he felt secure.

“You’re the bravest person I know,” Ryuuji whispered against him with a gruff voice that sounded a little tight, almost like Ryuuji was fighting off tears, “you’re handsome, and strong, and kind. I know… I can’t imagine it’s easy, but I’ll help in any way you need.” He kissed the side of Rin’s head, pushing through his hair and catching the edge of his ear. “I love you.”

Rin hiccuped again and blurted the words back. They’d always felt a little heavy on his tongue, they’d felt a little like a lie. He loved Ryuuji, he mildly suspected he always had, but he was scared that if Ryuuji knew who he really was…

He should have known better. Ryuuji never shied away from what he loved. He fought for it, even if he got annoyed with them.

Curling his head under Ryuuji’s chin, he hugged his boyfriend and tried to get his breathing even again. The position made his hair once again fall in his eyes, and he shoved it away with a scowl. He should have brought Ryuuji’s clip.

“You okay?” Ryuuji tucked the annoying strands behind his ear, gently tracing the outer shell before dropping his hand to Rin’s hip.

“I hate it.” Ryuuji made an inquisitive noise and rubbed a soothing circle into his back. “My hair,” he explained with a sigh, “I tried to cut it in middle school… I… well, I didn’t want to ask the old man? He’d, uh, he’d ask why I wanted it cut—” Rin wondered what all Shirou had known. He… well, it seemed like he’d known. He’d just waited for Rin to tell.

He pushed those thoughts away. That was for a different time. This was about Ryuuji, and him.

“Anyway. I did it myself. I…” he laughed, “well, turns out it’s kinda hard to do by yourself.”

“Wait, you want short hair?”

Rin’s insides knotted themselves right back up. God, he’d gotten too hopeful too quick. He should have known. He was Satan’s son. Good things didn’t —

“I cut our hair. Uh, Konekomaru, Shima’s, and my own. I dye it too, if you’re interested in that? I can style it for you? You’d look handsome with short hair. It’d show off those killer cheekbones you got too.” He made an appreciative noise and kissed Rin on his nose. “Very hot.”

Rin blinked in shock. “What?”

Ryuuji blushed and dropped a hand to the blanket beside them. “I just… I mean, if it’s something you’d like, I could try? Nothing too wild. You don’t have to do the, uh—”

A grin tugged Rin’s lips up as something warm started to unfurl in his chest. “The rooster you got?”

Ryuuji rolled his eyes. “It’s cool.”

Rin’s smile grew. “Yep.” He cupped Ryuuji’s cheek, enjoying the slight scrape of facial hair against his palm as he pulled him into a kiss.

Ryuuji was breathless when he pulled away.

“Was,” his cheeks were pink as he spoke and the warm thing in Rin’s chest went hot, “that, um,” he blinked and seemed to force himself to pull himself together, “okay? Me. Cutting your hair? You can say no and I won’t get upset.”

Rin ducked his head, ignoring the way it made his hair fall again. “I’d like that.”

Ryuuji squeezed him close in a hug, kissed his warm cheek, and went to the dresser. “Tell me whatcha want. Got any pictures? I’ll do whatever you want.”

Rin pulled his phone out with trembling fingers and tried to swallow some of the excitement back as he pulled up the photo. It was the one he’d tried to do in middle school that had failed. He turned the phone towards Ryuuji and got a determined nod in return.

“Turn around, handsome.”

Rin followed Ryuuji’s guiding hands with a smile that was almost painfully big, and a wildly wagging tail. Ryuuji gently moved it so it was under Rin’s arm, out of the way of the scissors, and pressed a kiss to Rin’s shoulder. “Hang on, Rin. I’ll have ya set in no time.”

The snips of the scissors felt incredibly loud in the otherwise silent room. The locks fell around his shoulders in a halo of dark blue, making a mess on the bed that Ryuuji didn’t seem to care about. With each falling strand, Rin felt himself sitting straighter, felt himself smile a little wider, felt his chest loosen just a little more, until he was breathing easily and the tears streaking down his cheeks didn’t feel like pain.

They felt like freedom.

“Well look at that,” Ryuuji hummed, smiling as he turned Rin around and pulled out a small mirror from his dresser, “my boyfriend is one handsome fellow.”

The boy smiling back at Rin looked ecstatic. His hair was still falling in his eyes, but this time? This time that boy smiling back at him looked like him.

Rin squashed the mirror between them when he flung himself at Ryuuji and crushed him in a tight hug.

In Ryuuji’s arms, in this moment, he felt like he could truly be himself.

[kimhargreeves]

The Devil And I part 2-Satan x Reader

Summary: After realizing that Satan has captured you, you find yourself trying to find a way out when he rarely gets to spend time with you and you grow jealous of the princess.

I exited my room once I saw no one in my room, "Odd I could've sworn I felt someone." I closed the door behind me and went to my living room realizing my parents still weren't home. Glancing over to the tall clock I realized the hands weren't moving, does it need a change of batteries so soon?

Paying no attention to it I continued doing whatever needed to be cleaned in the house but weirdly enough most of it were clean. My parents had invited the Hercules family earlier and this entire place was a mess and I highly doubt to parents would've cleaned it all up.

They usually leave all the cleaning to me and always spend their time outside of the house onto arriving when necessary.

I walked over to the window and noticed the Hercules house a few houses down. Weird normally there would be shouting from them, maybe I should make sure they are okay.

Slowly I began walking out of the house until I opened my eyes and found myself back inside my house. Panicked i looked at my surroundings then back at myself in a mirror nearby.

Is the house playing games with me?

Angrily I started taking steps outside of the house again and re-appeared at the same spot I previously was. "This isn't the house playing games with me it's him.."

Satan surely must be having his fun with me. I angrily looked around me growing annoyed that this wasn't a part of the deal.

"Hey, Satan! We didn't agree on this!" I shout at no one in particular. If this were another situation people would think I'm insane.

"Damn, I should've been more specific. Satan you coward come and face me-" I let out a scream when I turned around and saw him sitting on the couch, that familiar grin plastered on his face.

"Yes?"

I shook some thoughts aside and stared at him with angry eyes, he didn't seem to mind my look. "This isn't what we agreed."

He shrugged his shoulders and boredly stared at his gloves. "I did my part of the deal, I brought you home! Now it's your turn."

Satan jumped up on his feet and towered over me raiding his gloved hand back for me to shake his hand. "Once you do it you'll come whenever you like and roam even outside!…though would your family truly miss you?"

I could tell he was still teasing me yet there was a tint of sadness, he knows that my parents don't really care for me. No one really had anyways, I hate to admit it but Satan is the only one who's shown interest wether it's good or bad.

Not to mention this is the longest I've held s conversation with anyone since the people my parents hang out are weirder than the ones living in the sixth dimension.

"Can I think about it alone for a while."

I could tell I was already annoying him by not wanting to agree. I watched Satan wave his hand towards the clock and the hands on it began to move normally, "I'll give you one hour to think things through. If not my dear I'll be having your head."

Satan sang the last bit close close to my ear and disappeared only leaving a bit of smoke. I waved it off and felt a shiver down my spine, "Would he really? No he wouldn't."

My hand made it up to my neck, well, he is the devil and thought he may seem playful he isn't someone to mess around with. I aimlessly began to wander around the house, replaying the same events that would happened everyday.

I would wake up, shower, prepare myself something to eat, clean the house, and remain alone till the day would end, sometimes and only sometime would I get surprised by him parents. They would always travel around the country and their hobby was always bidding things they'd own.

Would Hell be better than this life?

I sighed to myself and threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the chipping ceiling, it feels so lonely without talking to anyone, not that it didn't bother me but lately I've been having some awful thoughts because of it.

My mind began to wander now on Hell and Satan himself, something drew me to him. I was now thinking about him, I guess those cartoons and shows were right on him being the playful yet menacing type of man.

Though unlike those two mentioned he is an attractive individual, well, he was an angel after all. His suit also seems to fit so perfectly to him, I should probably stop. I shook those thoughts aside once more and slowly I began to close my eyes.

I found myself still in my house eerily silent except for the sound of whimpering? I opened my eyes and found myself holding back my whimpers and moans when I felt hands on my neck slowly wandering down to my stomach. It wasn't just any hands, white gloved ones which belongs to Satan himself.

His mouth began to leave trails of kisses and bite marks down on my neck until I felt his hot tongue also licking me making me shiver on my spot of the bed.

This made him chuckle darkly when he knew hid actions had an effect on me, I tried to push him away he held me down with both hands and smiled evilly down at me and shook his head, "You belong to me now, (Y/N)."

I stared up at him surprised, scared yet felt excitement. I felt his hands let go of my wrists until I felt him beginning to get rid of my skirt playing with the only article left on on lower part. "We're going to be having plenty of fun."

Right when he was about to finish what he was starting I quickly rose up on my bed and looked around him bed.

I began to pant and I rubbed my eyes to find myself alone in my room. "Right..I fell asleep." I whisper to myself and felt embarrassed at the sudden dream I was having.

Ugh did I really have that type of dream?

I rubbed my eyes again now and hated myself for dreaming that since all I wanted was to sleep peacefully. I moved my hair aside and slowly rested my head back on the pillow.

Suddenly the clock in the living room began to ring throughout the house. My time is up?! I sat up in bed when I felt the room grow cold and I noticed Satan yet again my house, now in my room with his arms crossed standing by the door.

"What is your answer my dear?"

"I accept your deal." I said without a hint of fear of what would come after.

Satan seemed surprised for a second until he quickly smiled and appeared right next to me on the bed and held my shoulders planting a quickly kiss on my cheek.

That and his presence made me blush due to the dream I had only a few minutes ago. "Excellent! Though part of me would've loved to have your head."

I scoffed and glanced over at him, "What for?"

"That's for you to never know."

I packed my things and off we were to Hell. His minions weren't to harm me or anyone else in the sixth dimension, that was his one strict rule, everyone of course obeyed him since they were too afraid to anger him.

I made sure to make a note to avoid any of the off people here who gave me the creeps, though if I stay here next to Satan I know he'll protect me.

We were inside the room I was assigned to, Satan said he fixed it just for me. So, he knew I would agree then…

The room was fairly decent considering that this is Hell and most of it isn't very nice. "Are you sure nothing bad will happen to me?" I asked again after throwing my belongings on a table close to the bed.

"If you don't interfere in my work, then you'll be fine! Leave it to Mr. S and the Big D."

"Big D? As in Devil?" I furrow my eyebrows together seeing him smirk to himself.

"That's not the only thing that's big you know?" He was having way too much fun with me. I looked away feeling too flustered to look at him.

My hands started fidgeting with the bottom of my clothes, "A-Anyways do you often wander around Earth when you aren't ruling over Hell?"

Satan hummed and nodded his head, "I disguise myself as human and do wander around when there's no work or when I need inspiration for my music."

"I would love to listen another song soon."

"Would you?! Your presence would be delightful to watch. Me being the center of attention with my minions doing as I say."

He's way too prideful and full of himself sometimes. I keep a smile on my face and looked down at my lap, "Tomorrow you and I can catch up on things my dear. Sweet nightmares then!"

Satan said and left me alone in my new home.

Days went by and I began to grow tired of being stuck in my room, I felt like a real prisoner here, i wouldn't be able to leave since some of his minions told me Satan was busy with work or needed some silence to finish on his work.

Truth is I left my room for a few times and heard him talking so fondly about the princess and wanting her for himself.

I grew jealous of the attention she was receiving. So that he means he wanted to bring me all the way down here for nothing.

I huffed staring up at the ceiling and slowly got up and opened the door to my room, I peeked my head out and saw Satan and his minions..band? Playing a familiar tune I had been listening for a couple of days. I noticed Satan up front guiding the band.

Quietly I snuck out and hid behind a dead tree and noticed other of his minions bringing in someone with a rope around their neck. I recognized the man as my very odd neighbor, Squeezit.

"Pssh!" I tried to call for him but the loud music was impossible for him to hear. The minions were synchronized playing their saxophone and other instruments.

Squeezit was being held captive for some reason. He knelt down on the floor and we both looked at Satan's minions performing their song. I remained still wanting to not draw attention when Satan turned around and looked down at my neighbor.

Satan looked down at a frightened Squeezit as be began to sing.

"Well son let me tell you I'm so pleased to meet you The boys and I've expectin' to greet you, As guest of honor in the house of the dead Just relax lay yourself down say goodbye to your head"

"Hi de hi he hi (Hi de hi he hi) Ho de ho de ho (Ho de ho de ho) Wha de wha de whey de (Wha de wha de whey de) Hi de hi de ho (Hi de hi de ho)"

Squeezit trembling began to plead for his own life and for his sister and friend.

"Please Mr Devil it's not for me I'm pleading, If you help Renee and Frenchy I'll give ya what you needin."

"If you want to bargain Then produce something real Deliver me the princess boy and you've got a deal."

"Deliver him the princess boy and you've got a deal" his minions sang back. Squeezit quickly got up and left to retrieve the princess.

"Oh skip dat dip dad diddy doo (Oh skip dat dip dad diddy doo) Skibby dip de dedopdodoo (Skippy dip de dedopdodoo) Oh dat dat dat daddy o (Oh dat dat dat daddy o) Hi de hi de ho! (Hi de hi de ho!)"

Squeezit brought the princess who didn't even out up much of a fight which surprised me, is she really that dumb to get captured?

"Congratulations that you really deliver, This little gal makes me shake and a shiver. Don't think I've forgotten all the things that I've said, Don't worry about your friends relax now off with his head!"

Satan grinned when Squeezit got pulled closer to decapitate him. That isn't fair! I remained silent but was surprised no one had yet seen me.

"Hi de hi de hi de hi (Hi de hi de hi de hi) Ho de ho de ho (Ho de ho de ho) Oh de oh de dee dat de dey! (Oh de oh de dee dat de dey) Hi de hi de hi de ho (Hi de hi de hi de ho)"

I watched as the executioner decapitated my neighbor leaving his singing head there with Satan doing the same movements.

For once the princess who for some off reason doesn't own any clothes seemed to be frightened by the people here in Hell.

"Be nice to me babe or you'll regret it You are my hostage and don't you forget it The night is early and there's lots to be done Let's boogie now come on we're gonna have some fun."

Satan offered her her hand which she took and began to sing alongside him and the rest.

"Oh oh oh de oh de oh (Oh oh oh de oh de oh) Hi de hi de hi (Hi de hi de hi) Wowowowoooo (woawoawoawoooa) Hi de hi de ho (Hi de hi de ho)"

I frowned and felt uncomfortable when I saw him hugging her and touching her inappropriately. I looked away and felt a pang in my chest, a horrible sensation.

I didn't look much on what else they were doing, but by the looks of if the princess must've fainted and she was being taken to someplace else. Satan finished his song on the piano and grinned to himself.

I can't take it anymore. I managed to crawl out and began to wander aimlessly across the sixth dimension in hope to befriend someone else or again, leave this place.

This is ridiculous I shouldn't be falling for someone like Satan anyways.

Not knowing where to exactly go I found myself in another part of the sixth dimension. It had been about half an hour of me just walking, and stumbling upon weird ass people.

I looked forward and found myself again where the king once was searching for Frenchy. The queen was obviously angered.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here again? K thought you had left." The queen demanded while the king paid no attention to her.

"I can't seem to find a way out, maybe you being a great queen can help me out." I just need to be on her good side and I should be fine.

The tall woman hummed and seemed to not mind me or think of me as a threat since she knows her husband has a thing for women, and really really loves them.

"Do you have any idea on where my daughter might be?" She asked not really caring about her either but wanting the woman to stay. I smirked internally and nodded my head.

If I tell her where she is then the princess will be out of Hell.

The woman laughed and petted my head, "You could be of great use to me. You will tell me where she is and I'll go searching for her myself."

I felt someone grab my skirt and I knelt down when I realized it wad the king. "Do you by any chance know where the French girl is?"

I quickly nodded my head. Both of them don't seem to get along much so I'll do as they ask me. "Last time I saw her she was being held captive at a cell." I told the truth.

The three of us stood up straight once we heard footsteps approaching us, it must be the minions!

"If you hide me I promise to help you both." I pleaded and noticed the king and queen nodding their heads.

The queen grabbed my shoulder and hid my below the table inside a large toy box they seemed to have. I covered my mouth and indeed was right, the familiar tune from earlier stopped once they reached this place.

"Ugh what do you want now?" The queen bitterly asked not wanting to waste her time.

"We are looking for a girl. She isn't in her room and seems to have escaped."

The queen laughed and continued to be her weird bitchy self. "I don't blame the poor child then. Satan doesn't seem to know how to entertain his guests anymore."

I tiredly rested my head against my arm as I continued to hear both sides talking about where I was and other unimportant things, i found myself slowly closing my eyes until I feel asleep with a few set of tears hitting my clothes.

[twstwonderlandstuff]

A Morning Walk | After Chat | Satan

Satan: I'll be waiting at the front gate, so hurry up.

Vivica: I don't mean to offend, but why would you invite me?

Satan: I wanted someone to carry these cat toys for me.

Cat... toys?

Satan: It's quite embarrassing to be seen holding these colorful little mouse-shaped things.

"Cats." Vivica murmurs, slipping the RAD blouse on. "I didn't pin him to be a cat person."

Then again, the name of any demon wouldn't look good beside any animal...

"Human, you in there?" Mammon rapped, knocking on the door. "Why's it locked?"

"I'm changing, Mammon. Give me a minute."

"Eh, sure."

Quickly pulling up her trousers, Vivi combed her fingers through her hair and checked herself against a mirror, sighing.

My hair is a mess, and so is my shirt... there's nothing purple here- I can't even do my hair in a bun without running out of time. Oh well.

With a disgruntled sigh, she opened the door. "Good morning, Mammon. Do you require something from me?"

"I think I left my charger here. Can I look?"

"By all means." Stepping aside, she began to play with her hair, soothing out the bits that are still jutting out.

"Where'd ya headed?"

"Ah... Satan invited me for a walk. Well, I say invited, but truthfully, he just wanted me to carry cat toys for him." She smiles at the thought. "It's a little difficult for me to imagine him toying with a cat."

"Really? He's super into them. One time, he got into an argument with Lucifer because he wouldn't let Satan have a cat- ah, found it!" Mammon smiled giddily, lifting the charger in the air.

"The Great Mammon's leaving now. Got real important business to take care of!"

"Farewell, and take care. Feel free to use my room as an escape pod anytime." Vivica giggles shyly.

"HEY-! Is that supposed to be a jab?!" Mammon frowns, but the tone he uses bears no malice. "Bah, whatever! Catch ya later, Vivi!"

His hand ruffles against her hair before walking off, whistling.

Vivi... pfft, hehe. It's a familiar sound to my ears.

Right, off I go, now.

-

"There you are." Satan sighs. "You've finally come. I look silly, standing here with a load of cat toys in my arms. Asmo just passed me and took a picture."

"My apologies. Here, allow me to hold them." He passes them onto her, and Vivi strikes a question. "What is our destination, if I may ask?"

"An acquaintance of mine. I'd like to hand him these toys as gifts for his cat."

"Satan, sir, are you quite fond of cats? I assume you are, but..."

"Yes, I am." A gentle smile graces Satan's face. "Their cute, chubby paws are adorable, and their big, gentle eyes look like they can do no harm."

"I see your point." I know he hasn't had a cat, but I might as well ask. "Have you ever had a cat before, Satan?"

Satan frowns. "No, not any in the House of Lamentation, no. Lucifer refuses to give me any, and I can't understand why? Have you had a cat, Vivica?"

Does Grim count...? Well, he's more of a monster than anything, but yes, he's cat-shaped... I'm sorry, Grim.

"Yes. Well, he's my cousin's cat, but we live under the same roof, so he is hers as much as he is mines."

"Oh. What's his name?"

"Grim. He's 70 cm, has gray fur and blue eyes. Quite the mischievous little thing, that cat." Vivi shakes her head in exasperation. "He's not the elegant type of cat. No, no, far from it- the opposite end of that. He's clumsy, he's loud, he bristles all the time, and at times, an annoyance. But having said that, he's adorable when he asks for affection."

"Does he stroll up to you asking for a rub?"

"He'll walk to me, and simply stare, so I have to initiate the petting. If I don't do anything, Grim will get huffy and start meowing loudly, like he's offended that you didn't understand his silent plea."

"That's... pretty cute."

"Very much so. Oh, he'll also spend most of his time on our shoulders, so sometimes, when either of us is working or sitting down, he'll jump on our shoulders and sit down on them. I don't know how that works, but he's never fallen off. Not even once." Vivi smiles at the memory, bitterly sighing. "I miss him. And my cousin."

"Unfortunately, that's not something we can help with. Lucifer wouldn't let anyone else that's not apart of the student exchange program be summoned into the Devildom."

"He told me much the same. Ah-! I apologize, I must have been rambling too much."

"No, it's nice hearing someone talking passionately about their cat. I wish I could get one, but knowing Lucifer..." Satan's eyes narrow, staring into the distance. "...we're here."

Like a child without any wishes granted.

"Done. Thank you for accompanying me." Satan turns towards Vivica, still with a frown.

"Oh, so fast... of course. You're pleasant company." A small chill runs down her spine at his face. I best not anger him any further.

"Even better than Mammon?" Satan jabs lightly.

ENDING 1 | A New Bond Forged

"I, hmm... you're both enjoyable company." She answers, a little inclined to lie. But I'm willing to say I enjoy his presence more.

"I'm sure I could make for better company."

"Perhaps when we get to know each other better, Satan." Vivica offers, sparring out a hand. "Would you like to start?"

Satan clasps his hand in hers. "Gladly. Would the café by that bridge do?"

"It will do just fine."

ENDING 2 | Mammon Supremacy

"No, Mammon is more enjoyable to be around."

"What awful taste you have. And here I thought Lord Diavolo picked someone decent... I guess I was wrong." Satan shrugged.

"Well, I'm not lying. Mammon is nice to be around. There's a bout of energy around him that is so infectious, I can't help but be drawn to him." Valie argues back, snapping a little.

"Don't let him hear you say that." Satan retorts with a concealing smile.

"Ah." Vivi cusps her mouth in shock, mortified. "I... said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Did you?" Satan replies sarcastically. "It would be such a shame if I told him... he'd nag you for ages about it."

"Please don't tell him about this." An embarrassed Vivica begs.

"But you have nothing to give me in exchange for my silence."

"..." What an uncouth mouth for a man with couth looks. Urgh.

Satan smiles in victory at the defeated silence. "That's a good human."

*

"So, I heard from Satan that somebody finds me infectious and energetic." Mammon purrs, smirking from ear to ear as he saunters into the guest room.

A pit of dread fills Vivi’s stomach as she replies flatly, a light red tint covering her face. "Did he...? Oh, I wonder from whom he heard it from..."

“Ah, come on! Don’t act so shy now, human!” Mammon grinned widely. “FINALLY someone notices how GREAT I am! Hahaha!”

“Oh, goodness…”

“Nene, you’ve got more things to say about me, right? Of course ya do! Spill, I wanna hear ‘em!”

“Please, don’t… it was an accident…”

“Oh come on now, Vivi~ see, I'm even using your actual name~”

“Ahh..."

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PMRC DEMANDS CENSORSHIP, DEVELOPES A LIST OF THE "FILTHY 15."

1. Prince, "Darling Nikki", flagged for sex/masturbation

2. Sheena Easton, "Sugar Walls", flagged for sex

3. Judas Priest, "Eat Me Alive", flagged for Sex/Violence

4. Vanity, "Strap On Robbie Baby", flagged for sex

5. Mötley Crüe, "Bastard", flagged for violence/language

6. AC/DC, "Let Me Put My Love Into You", flagged for sex

7. Twisted Sister, "We're Not Gonna Take It", flagged for violence

8. Madonna, "Dress You Up", flagged for sex

9. W.A.S.P., "Animal (Fuck Like a Beast)", flagged for sex/language/violence

10. Def Leppard, "High 'n' Dry (Saturday Night)", flagged for drug/alcohol use

11. Mercyful Fate, "Into the Coven", flagged for occult themes

12. Black Sabbath, "Trashed", flagged for drug/alcohol use

13. Mary Jane Girls, "In My House", flagged for sex

14. Venom, "Possessed", flagged for occult themes

15. Cyndi Lauper, "She Bop", flagged for sex/masturbation

Tipper freaking Gore, the wife of the senator at the time, Al Gore, and bunch of other political housewives got their panties in a twist in 1985 and decided to demand artists either censor themselves when creating music, leaving no room for even the slightest hint at sex, drugs, alcohol, satanism, occultism, violence, language, or anything else almost every artist uses one of to express themselves in their music.

When musicians across the board practically told Tipper, the other wives, and everyone else that called themselves a member of the Parents Music Resource Center, to go fuck themselves, they decided to slap censorship stickers on records that contained any of the mentioned offenses.

Even John Denver got hit with censorship for his song "Rocky Mountain High."

It didn't shock me when my mother was photographed with Tipper after attending one of the hearings.

Mötley was invited to a hearing to defend their content and speak their opinions with a handful of others being censored, but they never batted an eye when the news first came out because they knew having an "X" or "XX" or "XXX" rating for violence, language, sex, drugs, alcohol, etc. would only make kids buy the record more. And it did.

"It's bullshit." I state, tossing the news paper article aside.

"It's politics." Fred replies taking a bite of his bagel.

"These womens' sex lives must be atrocious or else they'd be spending more time on their husbands' dicks and less time on these people's." I motion to the article with the list on it.

"Babe--"

"If these polotical lunatics spent as much energy taking care of their own damn kids, as they're spending attempting to villainize artists who're expressing themselves, they would realize that it's not Mötley Crüe's or anyone else's job to raise their children. If you're so scared of your kids trying all this stuff, have a conversation with them about it and tell them about it, honestly, instead of relying on the music they listen to, to properly teach them about it. And at the end of the day, they're gonna buy the record whether their parents want them to or not, and they're going to try all kinds of stuff, no matter who talks to them about it, if they really want to try it." I continue my rant, Fred, Doc, Nikki, Vince, Tommy and Mick all looking at me, waiting for me to be done.

"Are you done, Sister Christian?" Vince asks me and I glare at him.

"Viv, it's publicity. Who gives a fuck?" Nikki asks me. "The kids are gonna go for the nastiest rated album anyway. The more 'X's the better."

"Yeah, but the audacity of--" Tommy's teaching his hand around my shoulder and covering my mouth before I can continue and I look at him where he's beside me.

"I've got a headache. I'm hungover, Viv. I love you, but I don't need to hear a Vivian Bitch Fit right now." Tommy explains to me.

I just look at him like he's lost his mind for shutting me up, and he cautiously moves his hand away.

I give him a ten second reprieve before shouting, at the top of my lungs:

"The audacity of these people pisses me off!" I finish what I was going to say and Tommy and Nikki are both jumping out of their seats a little at the sudden shouting, covering their ears, wincing, before Nikki's looking at me, sharply.

I roll my eyes at him and he grabs roughly at my thigh under the table, uncomfortably sinking the tips of his fingers into my flesh.

Ignoring him, I take a sip of my coffee, as he glances around and stands up.

"I gotta piss." He tells us, but I know why he's going to the bathroom.

I wait for him to disappear past the "Men's Room" sign in the Denny's before I get up and follow after him.

I walk in, catching the tail end of him snorting a line, and I cross my arms, waiting outside of the stall he's in.

I hear the familiar "click" of a needle being uncapped.

"Nikki. It's 10:00 in the morning." I tell him.

"Fuck off."

"Nikki."

"Fuck off."

"Nikk--"

"Fuck off."

"Make me."

I wait for him to come out of the stall and do what I dared him to, but I just hear the sound of him sighing out in relief as opiate hits his system, drowning out whatever argument we were about to get into.

When he didn't want to hear me complain or try to talk him out of stuff, he would run to his favorite room in his mind: his heroin den.

If we were at home, he'd lock himself in the closet, with me begging him to come out.

He'd open the door for me right before passing out so he could at least say he tried.

If we were in public or at a hotel, he'd lock himself in the bathroom and do the same thing.

The sound of vomit smattering the floor has me wincing as he mumbles "fuck it" and opens the stall door, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Don't fuckin' give me that hit dog look." He tells me, moving past me to the sink, splashing some water on his face, smearing his already smeared eyeliner that makes him look like a raccoon that's been digging around in a dumpster.

"I'm not giving you any kind of look." I mumble, forcing him to look at me as I wet a paper towel and wipe his black-coated eyelids clean.

The smell of his vomit infiltrates my nostrils and I throw the paper towel away before pulling at his wrist to leave. 

Being that he's perfected his magical potion, he isn't too jittery from the coke or nodding off from the heroin.

He's just quiet.

We leave Denny's and head straight to the airport to head back home, being they wrapped up the last show of the U.S. tour last night.

Next is Europe.

Once we land in L.A., Christmas music blares through the speakers of the airport and reminds me that it's already nearing the end of December.

Apparently Vince is reading my mind because he mumbles, "apparently time flies when you're in hell."

Amen, Vince. A-fucking-men.

The second Nikki and I get into the limo to take us to our house, he's busting out a vile of blow that's nearly empty.

"Fuck, I gotta get Jason over, asap." He tells himself and I rub my lips together.

"You know, we haven't even bought a Christmas tree since we've been married." I tell him, trying to distract myself from his previous comment.

"Yeah." He says, basically blowing me off and I reach the toe of my sneaker out and nudge him on the kneecap as he gets the tip of our house key and scoops some from the bindle, snorting a bump.

"Babe." I continue to tap his kneecap until he's got his hand around my ankle, loosely, stopping me.

"What, Viv?"

"What did I just say?" I ask him, crossing my arms.

He just blinks at me, smirking a little.

"I'll gladly tell you when I finish this." He holds the bindle up.

I lean forward and take it from him, holding it hostage when he attempts to take it.

"You'll get it back when I get a Christmas tree." I tell him, raising my brows.

"Are you fucking me right now?" He asks, chuckling, not thinking I'm serious.

"No...but now that you mention it, I want that, too. Then you can get it back." I add and he smirks.

By the time we get to a department store, get my clothes back on and his pants zipped back up, grab an artificial tree, lights and ornaments, and finally get to the house, it's nearly one in the morning.

"Okay, Saint Vivian, gimme my shit back." Nikki states, carrying the boxed up tree while I carry the bags of lights and ornaments.

"Put the tree up so I can decorate it and I will." I reply.

"That wasn't apart of the deal." He argues, his tone still light.

"Well now it is." I reply.

"That's cheating."

"I made the deal. I make the rules." I shrug.

"You're making me work for something that's already mine." His free hand pulls at my waist, turning me to him and I grin mischievously as he shakes his head a little. "That's it, Sixx." He tells me before crouching enough to wrap his arm around my thighs and throw me over his shoulder.

I laugh manically, partially out of fear that he'll drop me, but also because this is the Nikki I fell in love with.

Playful, lighthearted, aggravating but meaning well, Nikki.

He manages to dig his house key out again and unlock the door before stepping in and turning on the lights in the foyer.

"Baby, put the bags down for now." He tells me and I drop them as carefully as I can while he puts the box the tree is in, down.

He's walking us to the living room, laughing when he pretends to trip and I gasp, digging my nails into him like a cat holding onto its owner to avoid a bathtub full of water.

When he flips the next light on, he stops immediately.

My mind is in shambles for a moment as I try to put together why so many people are in my house once Nikki's nearly dropping me out of shock, not even hearing them all scream out, "surprise!"

Steven and Tansy are at the forefront of people as the explosion of glitter, a mixture of neon and pastel decor, an abundance of various alcohol options, scantily clad women, a handful of Nikki's friends he hangs out with outside of Mötley Crüe, and a big ass, two-tier cake with every curse word known to man written in pristine is cursive font on the sides of it is soaked in by mine and Nikki's eyes.

Steven's wearing a beer hat, smiling widely, while Tansy looks like a sallow Barbie doll, but she's still forcing out a grin for the sake of us, and everyone's waiting for mine and Nikki's reactions.

Nikki and I exchange looks, confused as ever.

"Why is it a surprise?" I finally ask, deciding it's best if I ask instead of Nikki, because all he wanted to do was come in, shoot up, have a few lines, fuck around with me some more, and pass out.

But instead he's being forced to socialize in his own house.

His safe place has been infested.

Steven and Tansy seem horrified that we don't understand the reason for the apparent party.

"...Because it's your birthday?" Tansy reminds me.

"And Nikki's was a couple weeks ago, but he wasn't here to celebrate it." Steven adds, his smile is long gone, his eyes focused on Nikki who looks like he could kill someone right now.

"Oh, right!" I pretend that I know that it's my birthday today, and everyone seems to let out a breath of relief. "It's been a long day." I explain, stepping to the two blondes, hugging them both tightly. "Thank you so much."

While everyone else starts going on with the party, music starting to blare throughout the house on the stereo speakers, cracking open beer, whiskey, and vodka, as girls strip down to bikinis to go swimming, Nikki's still standing at the door, the look on his face is a mixture or pissed off, disappointed, and "I need another dose."

"Babe." I say gently to grab his attention, hazel eyes looking to me as a jaw tightens. "C'mon, just for a couple hours."

"I'll be right back." He tells me, shoving through people to get to our bedroom.

I brush off his attitude the second I feel hands on my shoulders, squeezing them a little and I snap around to meet Duff's chest.

"Hey, birthday girl." He greets me cooly, and I'm hugging him before I can stop myself.

Something wet falls on my hand when I pull away, and just as I'm about to look around for whatever it was, his fingers that are sticking out of leather gloves that just cover his palms, are brushing at my face.

"What's up?" He asks me, furrowing his brows a little.

What is up? Why the hell are you crying?

"I-I'm happy." Is all I can say, chuckling, wiping more tears.

He knew it was bullshit. I was happy, sure. Happy to get the fuck off the road. Happy to get a break from Nikki and Tommy harassing Vince. Happy to get away from Doc's constant pressing for more tour dates to milk as much money as possible. Happy to be able to hangout with balls of optimism and sunshine like Duff and Steven and have Slash show me his pet snakes like he'd been meaning to, and for Izzy to tell me what music I should have been listening to, and for Axl to go on and on about Tansy but then completely deny he was interested in her because he was too much of a dork to just ask her out.

"I'll be right back, alright?" I tell Duff, looking around to see Nikki's nowhere to be seen.

"Okay." He tells me, swigging from a bottle of vodka.

I thread through people who tell me "happy birthday" and I thank each of them, genuinely, before opening up the bedroom door, and shutting it behind me, stepping to our bathroom.

"Baby?" I ask, seeing Nikki standing at the mirror, teasing his hair some more. "I had no idea they would do this." I tell him.

"I had no fucking idea it was even your birthday, apparently." He grumbles. "Shows how much I care, right? Husband of the year. Something else to be hung over my head anytime we get into a fight." 

"Hey, I didn't even know it was my birthday. The guys didn't either. You've all been busy and working hard and tired. I'm not going to hold this over you, Nikki." I assure him, fixing a piece of his hair for him.

I didn't realize his pride was so hurt by the gesture Steven and Tansy made.

I found out later it was Duff who brought up the idea to Tansy, who recruited the Ken to her Barbie: Steven, to help her orchestrate it.

That was another indication to Nikki that he needed to slow down, forgetting his own wife's birthday, but he didn't listen to it a bit.

"I really don't want to do this shit, Vivian." He tells me, rubbing his eyes.

"And I do?"

"They're your friends." He sighs.

"What's mine is your's." I say as I kiss his cheek and he groans.

"You owe me." He tells me as I step out of the bathroom. "Matter of fact, I want my coke back."

"Um, I can't hear you, babe. I'm sure I will when these people leave." I tell him.

"Viv--"

"I-I think you're breaking up, I'll talk to you later." I keep going, walking to the bedroom door.

"I'll break something up when these people get the fuck outta my house!" He calls back and I shut the door behind me.

The night goes on as people play beer pong on the dining room table, dance on whatever and whoever they can, snort lines off any flat surface available, and chug whatever is in their cups, drowning pain and becoming oblivious.

I hate to break it to Nikki, but I don't want these people driving in their condition, so they'll have to stay here tonight or call cabs.

After a few hours, people are either pairing off or grouping off to go get laid, passed out, or too high to function properly and are just chilling out.

Steven's observing his work, drinking from his beer cans perched in his hat when I approach him, looking for Duff.

"Have you seen Duff?" I say over the music and he nods.

"Yeah, I think he's by the pool." He tells me.

"The pool?"

"Yep."

I furrow my brows, stepping to the French doors leading outside, seeing Duff and Tansy sitting down on the pool deck, talking

"Is he pissed?" She asks me, referring to Nikki, after I sit next to her.

"I would say go see for yourself but I don't want to toss you into the lion's den." I admit. "He hasn't come out all night."

"I'll go talk to him." She says. "If he's mean to me I'll just cry and make him feel bad like I do to Vince."

Duff and I exchange looks at her confident words before she's walking away in her neon pink bikini.

"Everyone calming down?" Duff asks in a slur, and I nod, glancing through the doors to look at the guests for a few seconds. "How does it feel to be twenty-two?" He adds, rubbing his nose and I raise my brows a little, glancing at the bottle of vodka he's been working on all night.

"It's weird." I mumble. "I was a senior in high school five years ago." The reality hits me and he raises his brows. "God, I'm old."

"You were seventeen your senior year?"

"In pre-k my teacher decided I was too smart for the class and vouched for me to be moved up to kindergarten, and it didn't take my kindergarten teacher long to convince the principle of the elementary school to let me start in the first grade since they hadn't really started in on their curriculum for the year." I explain.

"I couldn't even meet the basic requirements of alternative school." He tells me.

"You're a freaking genius, you just didn't apply yourself." I tell him and he shrugs.

"I had more important things to get done.

"I guess you did." I agree, gently scoring the bottle of alcohol away from him.

"I know you're tired of me saying this, but, Viv, you gotta get back to dancing."

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Yeah. I mean, imagine me giving up music for someone I'm in a relationship with so I can hold their hand or fucking babysit them or whatever. I mean, sure it shows I love them a lot, but it would just make who ever I was with look like a fucking bitch. And I've talked to Nikki before and he told me he didn't want you to quit dance and he wanted you to go to school." He explains. "Why didn't you?"

"I had more important things to get done." I repeat him.

"I don't know if you're selfless sometimes, or just not thinking." He says, before his face suddenly falls. "I sound like an asshole right now, I'm sorry." He apologizes and I shake my head.

"I'm not upset, I know what you mean." I assure him.

"Okay." He rubs his eyes again like a sleepy child.

"Do you need me to help you to bed?" I offer and he waves his hand at me a couple times.

"No, no, I got it." He assures me, standing up.

He nearly falls over.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do." I comment, helping him inside as he apologizes.

"I'm sorry I'm being out of hand right now, Viv, I don't get like this every night." He tells me as I open our guest bedroom and thank God nobody's in here, although it's obvious someone has been screwed to oblivion on the bed.

I just throw the blanket on the edge of the bed over the mattress and help him lay down.

"Thank you." He says as I pull his boots off and set them nice and neat on the floor at the foot of his bed.

"You're welcome." I reply, setting the garbage can beside him incase he needs it. "Goodnight."

I'm about to leave, but his hand gently grasps at my hand, stopping me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I'm really glad we met and we're friends, Viv." He tells me, grasping my hand in his like I'm going to walk out anyway and not listen to what he's got to say.

"I am, too, Duff." I say back, smiling a little. "Sleep tight, okay?"

"Yeah." He nods his head.

"Alright, goodnight."

I go to kiss him "goodnight" on the cheek, but my entire system and body locks up the second he misreads my intentions, and kisses me.

This sounds so counteractive to who I am now and what I stand for currently, and it was ignorant of me to think such a way back then, when so many people close to me were heavily affected, some of them even dying, by drugs and alcohol...but I use to wish I liked alcohol or drugs, or even felt drawn to them.

By '87 I'd had several miscarriages, my marriage was hanging by a thread after only being married for four years, I was having an identity crisis and my entire world was seeming to fall apart and it became routine to buy a bottle of vodka or whiskey, or pills, or blow and just stare at it--trying to convince myself to go for it--for an hour before pouring it out or flushing it.

The people around me, which by that point was mainly Duff and his band, started to pick up on this struggle I had. And although they knew I had to be in some kind of extreme pain to be considering reaching such lows, they carried an "if you don't laugh about it, you'll cry" method of pulling me out of such spells.

Anytime we would be hanging out and I'd opt to try something they were doing, they would call it the "Golden Question Game" because the "Golden Question" was always "is Vivian actually gonna do it this time?" and they wouldn't argue with me about it or try to stop me because they knew the answer would always be "no" even if I didn't think it would be.

I even made the reckless suggestion to try heroin, and got as far as Izzy getting it in the syringe for me, trying to explain to me how to shoot it, how to angle it, how to know I'd hit a vein, with Steven, Slash and Duff all waiting to see if I was that desperate for an escape.

Like everything else I would think about doing, I just sat on the floor next to Izzy and stared at the golden liquid in the syringe and thought, "who the fuck are you to get pissed and angry at Nikki and Tansy for their addiction to this shit, and how it's destroying them, and then turn around and do it yourself?"

I shot it into the air away from me, handed the empty syringe back Izzy, thanked him for letting me waste his time and dose of smack, went to the bathroom with Duff at my heels, and cried.

I never went through with any of it because I knew I would never, ever, come back from it.

I would've drank myself to death or drugged myself past the point of no return and would have ended up a statistic.

I just needed a new escape because my original high became a heroin addict, and December 23, 1985, had me realizing more about Duff than what I had noticed before: Vodka was a hell of a lot easier to be around than heroin.

[langdonwhore]

prophecized pain (michael x fem! reader)

Description: It turns out you aren’t the loyal satanist you thought you were, and Michael just so happens to be the one who brings that to light.

Note: Talk by Hozier is what inspired this honestly. This is my first Michael fanfic and I hope it’s up to par! I appreciate all forms of feedback! Let me know what you think.

Word Count: 1.7k (the rest of the chapters will be much longer!)

Warnings for this chapter include: Cussing.

Chapter One:

You noticed him walk in almost immediately, it was a shift in the air. He looked as if the world had almost legitimately put itself upon his shoulders. He was covered in dirt, and another substance you weren't too curious to think or ask about. His hair, heart, and soul disheveled and you felt as if you shouldn't be able to tell that about a person from their mere appearance. At least not at first glance. He had lost all hope, and you could feel it.

Far too caught up in your own head, you hadn't noticed he'd made his way to the pew you were sat at, plopping down with no mercy and staring straight ahead as the dark priest belted her beliefs to Satan's loyal followers. You snapped your head forward, careful to give the man his own sorrowed privacy. You chimed into the conversation the dark priest was arguing, laughable as it was really everyone was talking, discussing and comparing their own evil actions they had performed for their Dark Lord. Chewing your lip you raised an anxious arm to spill your latest duties, and when the dark priest called upon you, you spoke cautiously. "Lately I've been focused more on stealing money from celebrities and donating it to animal shelters." Hearing a few scoffs you curled in upon yourself. You knew the majority of the people who attended the Satanic Church were murderers, it didn't bother you because you knew they had a primal cause, a destiny to fulfill, but you weren't like most Satanists. Not really.

When the service was over you made your way to the snack deck, plopping grapes and blueberries into your mouth as everyone gathered and planned their next heists. Grabbing a cup full of juice you stared off about to take a sip when you noticed the same man from earlier was staring at the table full of sandwiches. He never made a move to grab one, eyes locked onto the snacks as if they were the forbidden fruits. Setting your pride.. and anxiety aside you took a few cautious strides towards him. He was terrifying in the most unexplainable ways. You cleared your throat and he made no move to turn towards you, only taking a deep breath and tapping his leather boot against the tile. You spoke hesitantly, "You know, you may be new, but these are for everyone and I can tell you're starving." You stepped forward to stand beside him, grabbing a plate and putting a few items onto it and gesturing it towards him. He made no move to take it from you, but turned his head toward you to scan your figure.

"You don't belong here." He spoke, turning his entire body towards you. You flinched away, something about his icy tone and stance had you uneasy. "Care to explain?" you asked him, setting the plate down, just to give him your full attention. He raised an eyebrow, and you could've swore he rolled his eyes. "You, as in the girl who steals money to donate it to fucking charities, does not belong here. You aren't fit to serve my Father when what he craves is chaos. He doesn't need charity work sweetheart, He needs bloodshed and innocence sacrificed to him. Acts of horror your little mind could never conjure up. I've sat in grief for days in the forest, just for him to guide me home and.." he paused and you took that moment to breathe. Catching glimpse of the blood splattered under his sleeves and over his black clothing that was days old at least. "people like you, who are unable to proudly shed blood upon His name aren't worthy of redemption."

You were stunned to say the least. He was steaming and whatever else had him upset before he even brought himself here was fueling him on. How dare he, a strange man you'd never met before, accuse you of not fulfilling your Satanic promise. Of course he was right, you had never shed blood or sold your soul. Far too terrified to get caught by the law and far too scared to bare your neck to the beast. The thought of it sending you spiraling into shame and how dare a stranger have the audacity. How dare he. "What makes you think I haven't fulfilled my promise? Do you always intend to insult strangers, or is that today's theme?" you barked back, trying to feign control.

He really did sigh and roll his eyes this time, entirely fed up it seemed. Running a dirty hand through his golden locks he snarled, "The one bad thing you've ever done is steal the money from that racist youtuber, but then you donated all three hundred million of it to the animal rescue center. You have yet to sacrifice your soul to my Father and then question me on my anger? You can't claim to serve him when you haven't given yourself to him fully. I'm fucking starving" He spoke as he snatched the plate off the table and walked out of the building, leaving you frozen and slack jawed. Never before had you been so confused, he referred to the Dark Lord as his Father, which wasn't unusual at all. Except, there was something about the way he referred to the beast. It was unholy, unwelcoming, and unsafe. You had never met such a strange, yet dark aura. His presence still lingered no matter where you ran to, even in bed late at night or in your early morning shower. The darkness was tainted and you could almost smell it.

Exactly a week later you were back at service, hoping the not so familiar face would stay hidden in whatever shadow he originated from. A week had passed and you still had felt the nagging sensation of what felt like paranoia ever since his stern prophesation to you. You had hoped dearly he wouldn't return, you had hoped he wouldn't taint your mind any further. Fear and curiosity embezzling itself into the depths of your mind. Oddly enough, you completely doubted that was the last time you'd ever see him. In fact you had an aching feeling inside that he was near. It was an overbearing feeling in your chest that had the hairs on the back of your neck astray, and the goosebumps littering your body, rigid. With a shaky body you made your way to your usual pew, noticing a pretty unusual commotion at the front alter. Oh no.

There he was, in all his unholy glory. Wearing a black robe, and clearly he had showered this time around. You were standing now, almost unconsciously making your way to the front, to him. You were prying, way too curious to care about the unforeseen consequences that you being nosy may bring. Then you heard it, "He's the one.." and you froze in place. Time had unbeknowingly stopped, to some that statement would be rather normal, rather funny really. He was the Father's son. He was the Antichrist. You didn't need proof, the prophecy was already proven from the aching fear you had felt for him since you first laid eyes upon him. The way he had ridiculed you for not being worthy of his Father's redemption. It all made sense now.

With wide eyes you took quiet steps back to your seat, hoping no one saw, and hoping no one could sense your distress. Looking up you caught sight of him, preparing to make sacrifice of a young man and woman. He raised the dagger, chanting a loud 'Ave Satanas' along with everyone else there. It took a good nanosecond before he sliced both of their throats, sending them to an unknown realm. It was catastrophic really, the upset feeling you had in your stomach as the blood poured out of their bodies. It was even worse when you realized he had been staring at you for who knows how long. His eyes were glazed over, a pale black as they tore into the deepest depths of your soul. You knew exactly what he wanted as his lip curled up in a little smirk that made you wildly uncomfortable. He wanted, craved almost, you to bare your neck to him. Hand him your soul on a silver platter like everyone else in the building had already. Idealistically you would, considering the main idea of the church was to literally serve him but was it really worth it? No. He'd have free reign to your subconscious, you're carnal desires and deepest regrets. Something so livid about that terrified you into denial.

As he smoothly stepped off the alter, you took that as your momentary sign to vacate the situation. Walking home to avoid being subjected to you're unwanted destiny. Maybe you'd decide to submit but was it really worth it if you had to hand it to him? His very aura had darkness and power you didn't want to dabble with. Comically, you'd rather not cause trouble but you knew if the true Son had been found, the world was soon to meet it's doom. Prophecies were always fulfilled, and soon this one would be too. Why fret over anything when everything would be over soon.

Late at night in bed you were woken to harsh thumps on your door, jumping up you grabbed your sheer black robe and tied a knot in it before checking the time. 3:00AM. You sighed before getting a baseball bat and walking to the front door, "Who is it?" you asked gripping the bat in fear of an intruder. But the hairs sticking up on the back of your neck spoke numbers.

There was a dark chuckle before the door creaked open on it's own, forcing you to stumble back. You raised the bat and prepared to swing, then you saw his face. "Oh. It's you." you sighed before dropping the bat and going to sit on the couch. He was dressed in all black, a turtleneck dress shirt accompanied by dress pants and mens boots. "Who else would visit you at the Devil's hour?" He strung, ice in his tone and trouble in his smile. Raising your hands in mock humor you let out a humorless laugh speaking, "I don't even know your name, yet you randomly show up to my house? Kinda predatory if you ask me." He didn't think that was funny. Not at all.

"Well I wasn't asking.. and my name is Michael Langdon. It's a displeasure to finally meet you."

[marril96]

Reconciliation

Characters: Rowena, reader

Pairing: Rowena/reader

Summary: Following a painful separation, Rowena and reader have a heart to heart.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

You've done your best to avoid her, but as the excitement died down and everyone pretty much accepted the world was going to hell whether they screamed about it or kept their mouths shut, the two of you found yourselves alone in the kitchen. 

Rummaging the cupboards in search for more liquor (the harder, the better. You were no drinker, but considering the world was going to end in a few hours, you figured might as well just go with the flow), you paid Rowena no mind. Drink, you reminded yourself, willing yourself to stay focused on you task. You're here for the drink. 

You just needed to find it, and then you would forget. Forget that the world was ending. Forget that there was a madwoman on the loose. Forget that up until a few hours ago you were working with a psychopath who was partly to blame for this tension. 

Forget her. 

Until she, along with you, along with the rest of this universe, disappears forever. 

"You might as well just say it," Rowena said as she put the kettle on, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

You gulped. There goes the idea to ignore her. "Say what?" 

"Whatever it is you've been wanting to say." You turned to her, and she shot you a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest like a teacher who'd caught their student in a lie. "You've been staring at me for hours, dear. Don't think I haven't noticed." 

Great.  

You never were good at subtlety. 

"There's nothing to say." 

"Really? I think there's plenty." 

"The world's ending and I'm looking for a drink," you said, shrugging. 

Rowena narrowed her eyes. "You don't drink." 

You did now. "Maybe I do. Maybe I always did." She was doing this now, of all times? "Since when do you care what I'm doing?" 

"Don't do this," she said with a sigh. 

"I'm not doing anything," you said, a tad more harshly than intended. "Sorry your boyfriend's not here anymore. I'd say good riddance, but I don't wanna hurt your feelings." 

"Don't," she warned. 

You ignored her. "Must've felt good to see him again, after all this time." 

"That's enough, Mariana!" Rowena said sternly. "I won't let you talk to me like that." 

"Why don't you just ignore me – again? You're good at that." 

"You're acting like a child!" she accused. 

"At least I'm not pretending nothing happened!" you shot back. Tears prickled at your eyes, rimming them red. Memories flashed in your mind, as fresh and bright as if they were new. You begging Rowena not to do it. Her assuring you everything will be fine. The look of adoration on her face as she observed him, while you stood aside in the shadows, ignored and forgotten. The walls you'd hidden behind. A loud, spine-chilling crack. Her limp body falling to the ground. Eyes, once full of light, staring at you with a lifeless gaze. "You've made your choice, Rowena." 

"As have you," she said after a short break. "You knew what you were getting into. I'm a wicked witch, love. Never claimed to be otherwise. I'm not to blame for your unreasonable expectations." 

Ouch.  

"I never asked you to love me! I just wanted you to be my friend!" you snapped, tears spilling from your eyes. "I gave you a chance when everyone else thought you a lost cause. I left everything I had behind, just to be with you. I stood by you. Defended you. And how did you repay me? By trusting Satan over me! Fucking Satan, Rowena!" 

She had the decency to look ashamed, shifting her gaze aside. The words stung, but you had to let them out. You had to let her know. 

Your feelings for Rowena were no secret. At first you hid them, but with time it became harder to pretend as if nothing had changed between the two of you. So you stopped. There was no use acting like you thought of her as just a friend, when every single cell in your body burned with desire for her. Rowena noticed straight away, but said nothing. Her stance was clear. And so was yours. 

Just as she had a strict no feelings attached policy, you felt entitled to nothing. All you wanted was to learn from her, to be at least half a witch she was. Being her friend was more than enough. 

You'd known about her thirst for power from the very start. But to think she would trust Lucifer, of all people… 

What hurt the most wasn't her trusting him. 

It was her trusting him more than you. 

"You know why I was there? I was going to blackmail Crowley to release you," you told her, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. "Instead I had to watch Lucifer kill you." 

"Darling, I…" Rowena looked at you, features softening. "It was foolish of me to trust him. I know that now. If you'd stayed–" 

"I couldn't," you cut in. "Every time you get hurt, I worry like crazy. And watching you die… I thought I'd lost you forever. I'd rather be away from you than go through that again." 

As much as it pained you to leave her, you couldn't stay with her anymore. Bruises and cuts popping up on her body from time to time were bad enough, but watching her die… It was hell. You could take care of a few injuries. Death, on the other hand, was out of your jurisdiction. She'd survived Lucifer's attempt on her life, but who's to say she would be this lucky next time? 

She hadn't even told you about the failsafe. When Lucifer snapped her neck, you thought that was it, that you would never see her again. Seeing her come back to life a few minutes afterwards, as you knelt beside her body and cried your eyes out, was a welcome surprise. But it was also the last straw. 

Rowena walked over to you, placing her hands on your cheeks. You eased into her touch, heart jumping at the feel of her delicate skin on yours. You'd almost forgotten how gentle she could be, how soft and warm her hands were. The same hands that wielded power you could only dream of having were caressing you so tenderly that you felt as if you would melt any moment now.  

You missed this; missed having her this close, missed touching her. 

"If I were to promise that things would be different, would you consider coming back?" she asked, eyes staring deep into yours. If you didn't know her any better, you'd think she was begging. But there was no way; she was Rowena, a wicked witch, unapologetic to the core. She didn't beg. She claimed and ruined and destroyed, but she never begged. Not unless she needed something, or… 

Or if there was more to her than met the eye. 

And if there was one thing you were one hundred percent certain of, it was that Rowena MacLeod was a complicated creature. She had a soft side. She could be kind. She could be sweet. 

Who's to say she hadn't cherished your friendship the same way you had? 

"Does it matter?" you asked. "We'll all be dead in a few hours, anyway." 

"That's a few hours less of solitude," Rowena said. 

You leaned forwards, pressing your forehead to hers. "I'm scared," you admitted, everything you'd been holding back for months pouring out in the form of tears and sobs. Gone was the anger and disappointment. All you had left now was pain; pain of life soon to be lost, pain of taking so long to face her. If you'd given her another chance, you could have had a few more months with her. You could have had her with you, as a mentor, perhaps even as a good friend. 

Instead, you were all alone. 

And now, it was too late to change that. 

You hadn't even had a full day to be with her. 

"I know, darling," Rowena cooed in a manner that was more motherly and tender than ever before. 

"I don't want to die," you wept. "I want to be with you. I'm sorry I left. I should've given you another chance." 

"You were in the right to leave," she soothed, using her fingers to wipe away your tears. "I have betrayed your trust. I was foolish to think the devil would make good on his promises. You warned me not to trust him and I ignored you. If anyone should apologize, it's me." 

"Forget it," you told her. She regretted her actions just as you had regretted yours. That was more than enough for you. "Just be here. Be my friend. That's all I want." 

"Friend?" Rowena stepped back, looking you in the eyes as she raised a pointed eyebrow. "Darling, who said anything about friendship?" 

She didn't give you time to process her words, whatever it is you'd mouthed to say forever cut off by the force of her lips connecting with yours. There was passion in that kiss that you'd never experienced before, hunger like no other. You found yourself as stiff as a statue, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but just stand there and let her do as she pleased. 

Rowena was a fantastic kisser. She was an experienced lover, centuries your senior, and it showed. God, it showed! Not even in your wildest dreams had she kissed you like this. A mere fantasy could never be as good – as magical, as special – as the real thing. 

"You… you kissed me," you whispered as your lips parted, gasping for breath. 

"Aye," Rowena said. "Let's just say you aren't the only one who thought things through these past few months." 

She… liked you? Rowena MacLeod, one of the most powerful witches alive, a force of nature, the love of your life, liked you? Liked you liked you? 

If there was ever a time when you wanted to jump out of your skin, it was now. 

"But what about Chuck?" 

Rowena frowned. "What about him?" 

"You and him seemed quite… chummy," you said a tad too bitterly than you'd intended. Being angry wasn't the only reason you avoided her. Watching the person you're in love with practically drool all over someone else – God, of all people – was far from easy. Lucifer was one thing, but the Man Himself? A common witch like you couldn't compete with that. 

"That was just flattery, dear," Rowena said with a chuckle. 

You let out a small sigh. So it wasn't adoration. Rather, she was kissing his ass in a way only she knew how. 

"Are you jealous?" she asked, an amused smirk playing on her lips. 

You blushed. "I didn't even know you were into girls." 

"Oh, sweetie, I couldn't care less about what's down there," she said, motioning to your crotch. "The only thing that interests me is what's up here." She put a forefinger to your temple. "You're one intriguing lass." 

"I-I'm assuming that's a good thing?" you stammered, uncertain. 

"That's a great thing," Rowena said. "How about we find ourselves a room and make the best out of our few remaining hours?" 

A wide grin spread across your face. Dying didn't seem quite as bad with her by your side. 

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