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I’m considering coming back here, but since I’ve been gone so long and half the reason is because I got overwhelmed, I want to drop all my existing threads and start from scratch. So, please do me a favour and like this if you’d be okay with that? Thanks guys x

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thekingsparty​:

cagedindarkness​ // lucifer:

alright, clearly he had underestimated the importance of that stupid ring lucifer had carried for all those years he knew the angel. he’d always thought it was a piece of nick, the man lucifer wore to prom, but maybe there was more to it than he initially thought. how curious. “bloody hell, you’re giving yourself a stroke & it’s not even noon yet. could you maybe stop burning your brain cells & think for a second? where would you put it?” crowley didn’t keep an eye on the angel constantly. maybe he put it elsewhere. “check your jacket, maybe?” he didn’t know. although he doubted it would be that hard to find, really. 

he caught the jeans & let it drop behind the bed with little care, not too bothered despite the threats spat his way. “or the room. we’ve made quite the mess.” he added, once again unable to stop himself from smirking. what he did to, though, was stand & put some clothes on, yet his shirt remained only partially buttoned & the suit jacket remained where it was. “it can’t be lost, calm down, love. we didn’t go too many place & i can promise you i didn’t eat it.”

The phrase ‘calm down’ really had the opposite effect on Lucifer’s mood, which was already rather agitated given the situation and Crowley’s insults. Did Crowley have a point or several? Yes. Did Lucifer care? Of course not. Though, he did manage to listen long enough to take a deep breath and actually think for a moment. “Okay, you’re right.” Wow, how often would he say those words again? Or even admit he’d said them in the first place? He was too focused on finding the ring to notice or care right now. “We didn’t go that far at all, so it has to be close. Maybe right here in the hotel or a bar nearby, or something.” 

He tried casting his mind back to what he’d done or where he’d been, also while checking his jacket, just in case. “It’s not in there, at least. So, where else did we go besides this room? We need like a-a list! Yeah! We need to write down every single possible place we could have been, so we don’t miss anything! And then, when we find it, I’ll stop being so crazy, how about that?” That’ll be the day… It was obvious just by observing his body language that Lucifer was still stressed out about the possibility of not finding the damn ring. Then, he really would show his crazy side.

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Blame it on my Angel rewatch (I'm on S2) but I can't help imagining Nick going to Caritas to seek guidance from the host, and accidentally ends up bombarding the poor guy with his crippling depression and low self worth. Everyone he enjoying the performance like "Wow, he can really sing, huh?"

-Cut to Lorne chugging straight vodka from the bottle- Mmhm!

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thekingsparty​:

cagedindarkness​ // lucifer:

“you can’t go punishing others without it coming back to haunt your dreams, love.” lucifer always got away with doing whatever he wanted, he was the strongest, the most loved - he could do however he pleased & hell’s demons fawned, but now it was crowley’s turn. lucifer might be the most powerful being on earth, but not right now - not so long as crowley had his say. “if you’re the only one who’s allowed revenge & my right to chase mine is petty - so be it.” he jabbed at him, lucifer was skilled with words, but they didn’t faze crowley. he had a sharp tongue of his own if he needed it. 

“i think you’re mistaking me for one of the lowlives you built in your image - just like daddy did.” crowley was no ordinary demon, he wasn’t a pawn. he wasn’t daft enough to believe & forgive the angel either. “you may be released from this room, but the chains will stay where they are. i’m not stupid.” letting lucifer out of the room was risk enough, but a risk he was willing to take & see how far he’d go. “that way you can come running to papa when the bullies pick on you again. anything more is up for debate at a later time, i’m not in the mood to search hell for a devil on the run.”

A heavy sigh left Lucifer’s lips as he slumped back in his chair, gaze downcast. He obviously hadn’t expected Crowley to agree but damn, he’d been hoping. Though, outside of the snide comment about Lucifer ‘running to papa’ to get away from the bullies, he couldn’t argue with that compromise. There was even a promise of more freedom later, most likely providing he behaved. That he could work with. “Alright, you’re the boss,” he said in a resigned tone. “But I’d apreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as ‘a devil’. I’m an angel, an archnagel. I may not be Hell’s ruler anymore, but at least give me that much. Please?”

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bullshituberalles​:

cagedindarkness​:

  Stark looks blandly unimpressed by NIck’s defensive tone, but he can’t hide the sharp breath he inhales when the guy uses Lucifer’s name for the first time. The first time either of them have openly vocalized who they’re referring to.  It hits harder than Stark expects it to, the confirmation that Luce is gone. He looks away, takes another long drink, and waits for Nick to finish before replying.

  “If you sometimes remember what he’s been doing, then you should know I’m his bodyguard.  And since you’re his body, that means it is my business.” However blunt, he can’t force as much venom into his voice as before. And that’s just annoying. He wants to keep being irrationally angry about this whole situation, instead of… whatever else it is he’s feeling now. Best to ignore what everybody’s feeling instead. “You make it sound like this has happened before, him taking off all of a sudden. Did you go home the last time? Just wait for him to check back in? …or hope he doesn’t, I guess.”

Oh this guy was not nice to be around, but given the company he kept, was that really surprising? All the questions, the assumptions. And on top of that, insisting this was his business? And he didn’t remember ever getting a damn name for this guy. Still, he focused on the guy’s question. “I have a job, you know? And I live in a house, so I have to pay bills and shit. It’s not like-”

He’d been feeling woozy for a few minutes now, but he just put it down to shock. But all of a sudden, borrowed memoriess came rushing back to him, like the one in the bar. Luce was with this guy. Cuddling together, kiling together, they seemed close. And this guy did seem to be a bodyguard of sorts for Luce. So, why the hell had Nick forgotten him? This selective amnesia really screwed him over at times. “Jimmy...You’re Jimmy.” It was only okay when Luce called him that but A, Nick didn’t know that and B, that was the only name Nick had right now. “I-I remember you now. You’re close to each other.”

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thekingsparty​:

cagedindarkness​ // lucifer:

silence. maybe the gods did have mercy on him after all & let him work in peace at least. quiet lasted for a good .. less than ten minutes until lucifer’s mouth opened once again & all he wanted to do was cry. “yell it into the world, please - go ahead. let our teacher know you’re stupid.” pen set aside, he took his time glancing up at the other boy, “just ..pretend. that’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? barking for days, little to back it up. i’ll finish our assignment, nobody will know. got a problem with that?”

Crowley got his blessed silence once again as Lucifer was too stunned to speak. No one spoke to him like that. Not the teachers, his family. Not even those who violently disliked him had ever read him so accuratley before and it was a sharp shock to the system. “I’m not stupid,” he argued, not able to let that go. He also couldn’t deny the other stuff truthfully, either. “But sure. Go ahead and do all the work for me like a good little nerd.” With a careful glance up at the teacher, he added, even more discreetly. “Just make sure it looks like I’m doin’ somethin’, yeah?”

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thekingsparty​:

cagedindarkness​ // lucifer:

Laboured breaths were exhaled and inhaled from the Archangel’s mouth. His eyes fluttered shut so he could fully enjoy the sensations Crowley’s hands were providing. “Man, I wish I’d chosen somewhere more comfortable before we started this,” he whined. 

“But um… You could probaby still pluck out the broken feathers from here…” He anxiously bit his lip and looked away, looking uncharacteristically submissive. Though, it only lasted a moment. “But I want to reiterate that no matter how much I’m enjoying this, it is a one time thing.” Even as he tried to sound authortiave, though, his tone lacked its usual edge. “Just take them out one at a time, as slowly and gently as you can. It’s gonna hurt regardless though, so if I tell you to stop then stop.” After pausing to clear his throat he added, “You’ve proven you can follow simple instructions so I’m trusting you with this too. Do not make me regret it.”

“you didn’t believe in my capabilities, but that’s alright. you’ll get there eventually.” crowley could do almost anything. even more so when he set his mind to it. lucifer wasn’t a believer yet, but he would be.

“slowly & carefully. how else would i go about this delicate endeavor? please, relax. i didn’t come to torture as you know.” he was merely helping out, lending a kind hand to those in need like he always did. kind-hearted soul he was. he took his time assessing the situation at hand, fingers buried within that soft mass again, gently petting in hopes of distracting him enough to make that ordeal a little less intense. he started a with a random feather that looked loose, yet he knew it wasn’t really loose. not like that anyway. “you shouldn’t hide them all the time, of course they’re crumbled like this.” he couldn’t help it, it was such a waste of beauty. he pulled the very first feather out, slow & gentle as promised, then trailed a hand down his back, easing him through the pain he might feel before plucking another. he couldn’t relate, he had no wings.

The gentle petting did help relax Lucifer a little, and ease the pain that plucking feathers usually brought him, given the damage and the limited supply of grace he had to mend them. There was also the psychological self-consciousness and shame that he felt whenever his wings were on display, even when he was alone. In response to Crowley’s last comment, he began to say,” Well, that’s easy for you to say,” but he ended up crying out in pain at the end when one of the loose feathers tugged on his flesh slightly as it was pulled out. “Ow!” He sucked in air through his teeth too and tried to swivel around so he could see where the feather had tugged. “Be careful! And don’t lecture me about when and where I should have my wings out. They’re not exactly as pretty as they used to be, so I don’t like having them out, even with a glamour on them. Also, it hurts to have them out. They don’t heal as others do.”

 It didn’t seem like the best idea to be giving Crowley all of this valuable information, and Lucifer still didn’t trust him fully. But damn, he couldn’t deny that this was actually starting to help alleviate some of the general irritation the crumpled up and damaged feathers had been causing.

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thenightmareofyourdrems​:

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A key… Maybe there was a key for this strange device, since his magic didn’t work. “Yeah… I should probably look for a key to opent his thing. Stupid magic resistant warding…” He disappered in the blink of an eye but returned shortly after with the key in hand. “Well, that was almost too easy,” he declared as he held up the key. It slipped right into the lock and turned easily enough. “I mean, it was right in one of the idiots’ pockets. I really don’t think they thought this through that much.”

The lock clicked open and Lucifer was able to remove the collar. “There we go! All that trouble for this shitty little thing.” He regarded it with curiosity for all of five seconds before he got bored and tossed it to the ground.”Anyway… We should get outtta here.” Wiggling his fingers he asked, “You uh, need a lift?” The implication being he was going to teleport them both out of there.” Unless you wanna you know, show me your apprecation first.” he added with a little sugegstive glint in his eye. “I know it’s a little dirty and dingy, and you’re a woman of class, but… I mean, I did save you so I kinda deserve a little somethin’ as a reward… But hey, if you wanna go somewhere cleaner and comfier I can do that.”

       ˜”*°•.     This  was  BEYOND ridiculous.  Attitude  of the  most  casual of  natures,  mannerism of  sheer  laziness and  boredom,  Lucifer had  appeared  just like  that  playing the  hero.  Lucifer, the  DEVIL  himself acting  on  altruism and  good  will,  speaking  with such  confidence  as  if  nothing  unnatural was happening:  as  if the  situation  was  but  another tedious  Monday.  Fingers wrapped  around  the now  released  wrists, impulsively  rubbing  the  bloodied  skin. Yet,  gaze  still inspecting  the  other, almost  as  if looking  for  that glimpse  of  ulterior motive,  of  the truthfulness.  For  his mask  might  have been  dressed  in  apathy,  she was  well-aware  this  was  nothing but  a  performance, though.

❝ We  should go. ❞  A  smile  of perfect  meaning  forming on  her  lips –  small  joke ignored // left  aside  in  hope  that  he’d  focus  –.  However  terrible the  circumstances  might have  appeared,  in truth,  she  needed him  –  no way  she  walked fast  enough  on  foot,  no way  she  escaped just  like  that –.  The  Lucifer issue  would  be sorted  out  later –  one  problem at  a  time  //  and   oh,  the  problems were  plenty –.  ❝ Before  more  of  those  yappy dugs  decide  to return  to  their  hame. ❞  So,  a  lift  it was,  apparently…

“Alright, hold on tight, Red.” In a flash, they were safely standing in what looked like Barbie’s dream house interior, complete with splashes of rainbow and way too much glitter. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he beamed, arms opening in gesture. “I know it may seem a little much, but what can I say? Angels have this strong instinct to nest, hence all the pillows and blankets.” To further illustrate, he picked up a kawaii, pink plush pillow shaped like a cat and said, “This is my favourite.”

He gave the kitty pillow a little squeeze hug and tossed it back into position. “So, can I getcha a drink while you’re here? A snack? I have this amazing strawberry pocky that I got in Japan and it tastes so good! I have other flavours, too, if you wanna try ‘em. But strawberry is the best, obviously.” Sometimes he acted like an eighties valley girl, so it was easy to forget he was the literal Devil and a very powerful archangel who had a murderous determination to eliminate the human race.

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faiththesinfulslayer​:

cagedindarkness​:

faiththesinfulslayer​:

cagedindarkness​:

Faith shivers with pleasure at the sound of Lucifer’s voice, her hips bucking back desperately trying to hold the archangel inside of her even after he fills her roughly and brilliantly used tight hole to the brim. There’s no doubt, Slayer or not she’s going to feel the aftereffects for a time to come, and she welcomes it. Lucifer looks sated for now, pleasing Faith to no end, but she knows her place at this moment, it’s all about him. HIS pleasure. HIS desires. Faith can get behind that, hell, it’s making her hotter than she ever thought possible! But she also knows Lucifer, she’ll get her turn and it will be even more spectacular!

The man from earlier, the one taking Luci’s place applies a hard slap to her already inflamed ass. The imprint from Lucifer’s hand having not yet faded which draws a muffled moan from the Slayer. A brief, mostly shouted conversation takes place somewhere over Faith’s head that cannot last more than a few seconds. It seems they want more, growing bold as rough hands squeeze and grope at her. 

The small crowd advances like jackals thrown scraps by their alpha. They give the archangel  his due respect, allowing him the space to step away and gather himself up. There’s a few glances in his direction while he pours a well-deserved drink - they know he’s keeping a careful eye on each of them. However, if anyone has any moral trepidation about what they were doing, it is long gone in a fever of lust. It is as if they have been infected with an insatiable desire and have every intention of taking what is offered while they can! Every muscle on the Slayer’s body is stretched taut, veins standing out in her pretty throat as strange men thrust their cocks past her lips with wild eyes and strings of obscenities falling from their parted lips.

Faith never looks at them though, her focus stays intensely on Lucifer, performing for his pleasure alone. Even as he lords over them, drink in hand, Faith’s eyes trail after him. She’s sheathed in sweat, strands of hair clinging to her cheek and neck all dark and wet.

Faith plays her part to the hilt, drool running down her chin and neck from the assault on her mouth. Her cherry red lips are dark and swollen as a woman of all things tentatively approaches, her much softer hand gliding along Faith’s sweet slicked skin.

“Turn her over!” Gasps out a raspy voice. “We don’t need to fight, this bitch has three holes!”  

Manhandled to the floor, Faith allows it to happen, her view of Lucifer blocked temporarily by thicker calves caging her head. The woman has pushed up her skirt around her waist, swatting away at a set of hands trying to help her. Faith can smell the earthy, musky scent of her arousal, feels the heat from her core as she begins to descend. 

Her arms are pinned down, a joke really given who she is, but as blunt, aggressive fingers spread her wide, pushing inside first two, then three, Faith’s eyes roll back in her head, shuddering as the others cheer each other on. A hand in her hair tugs her face up as the woman above her begins to rock and sway, dragging her sodden arousal across Faith’s lips.

While not really her thing, it wasn’t the first time Faith’s pleasured a woman. Resisting for only a moment, her eyes slide to the side to seek out Lucifer when her hips are raised up from the sticky bar floor and her ass is breached rough and fast by the man from earlier soliciting a sharp cry muffled by the wet pussy grinding against her face.

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The archangel seemed mostly disinterested at first, idly sipping his drink. Though, as Faith locked eyes with him, desire swelled within him once more. Only, this time, he was imagining a whole different fantasy with Faith. Darker, more twisted. And so much more violence. Silly little humans, all enjoying the perceived position of power over some filthy little whore who was up for pretty much anything. The knowledge that they could do virtually anything to her and she wouldn’t be able to stop them. They had no idea that Faith could snap any one of those bastards like a toothpick, including the tall and built guys. If they even tried to do something she wasn’t cool with, she could stop them and make sure they never pulled that shit again. That thought was what Lucifer kept going as he watched the sordid display, teeth grazing over his bottom lip. Alone, they could take on this entire group, but together, what a pretty mess they’d make. Now, that would be sexy. 

The scene continued Faith being tossed around from one sweaty body to the next. Shoved and pulled into every position they needed her in, all three holes used for their pleasure. Lucifer finished his drink, set the empty glass on the bar and sauntered back over to the crowd with a strong drink for Faith. “Alright, that was quite a show! You all seem to have had an awesome time, which I just love to see! But now, I think my little Cupcake has earned herself a stiff drink,” which he handed to her, “And…Anything she wants.” That last part was said with a wicked little smirk and a dark glint in his eyes. “Emphasis on the anything part.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk.” (this is an apology ask for getting her in the mood xD)

NSFW Starters |Rough Sex| - Accepting.

A sigh leaves Faith’s lips… Exaggerated and overdramatic as it might be. Faith doesn’t simply approach Lucifer, she stalks over to him. Her hips snap as her midnight tinted stilettos she wore for the occasion connect with the exquisite marble floor.

“Is that a fact?” she challenges, keeping her voice a silky low whisper as her lips brush against Lucifer’s ear. “You gonna do that right here? Right now? In front of all these people?” Faith’s laugh was throaty and low as she draws her head back and meets his gaze.

“Go for it!” 

Faith had thought this job seemed like a trap, a way to draw her out. Now she knew why. Lucifer wanted to play and Faith was more than happy to participate in whatever game he had in mind.

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summerxmelodies​:

cagedindarkness​:

She didn’t respond, but her tears slowed until they finally stopped, vacant blue eyes holding his gaze. Her mind was a whirlwind of activity and her heart was racing painfully in her chest as she regarded him. Any other person might lash out at him as she pieced everything together, but the knowledge that Lucifer was close by kept her from acting.

She had to go about this carefully.

“You,” she responded finally, frowning as her brows pulled together in what she hoped looked like confusion. She knew she wasn’t a great liar, not by any means, but she was legitimately struggling in that moment so perhaps he’d believe her? “I don’t know,” she breathed, shaking her head as she absently moved to wipe at her cheeks. “I… I think I need some air,” she added, sniffling.

Crowley was studying her closely, trying to subtly discern what was going on, and if it was cause for concern. He was silent and still, ready to react if she made a move. But only if. Something seemed off, but if he made the wrong move here, it could have dire. “Well, I’ll let you get some air, then. You know where and how to find me if you need me.”

With that, he let her go. Lucifer’s cell was heavily guarded and Crowley was also about to send Brian off find Melody before she reached Lucifer. Unfortunatley, he barely got there in time. “Heeeeey, Mel. How you feelin’ today?” And it was Brian. “You wanna... You wanna come over to me so you can tell me about your day, hm?” Anything to coax her away from that door.

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Limited to mobile for approx 10 days while my laptop is fixed. Things are still popping out of the queue, but once that's finished I won't be queueing replies until laptop is back.

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summerxmelodies​:

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She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. “Kind of, but don’t get used to the sexy lady,” she murmured, eyes fixed to the screen. When the movie was over she beamed, nodding. “It’s a classic,” even if it wasn’t that old she knew everyone felt the same about it. the movie was a fun ride.

“The second one is just as good, but the third movie I pretend doesn’t exist. They replaced the actress that plays Evie and it’s just… it’s fucking stupid and not good stupid like this one and the sequel,” she frowned, snuggling against his side. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Lucifer was smiling contentedly as she snuggled his side, and would probably endure any stupid movie to have more of this. “Well, I’m not as hot for her as I am for that Anuk chick, but she’s hot too. And Ricky boy? Real Dean, right?” He was deadly serious about that too. “In other words, I loved that damn movie and if you got the sequal, we’re watching it!”

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summerxmelodies​:

cagedindarkness​:

She was still terrified and it’d likely be a while before she truly accepted that what was happening was real. It seemed too good to be true.

His question surprised her and she blushed, licking her lips as she held his gaze. “I… uhm…” she stammered, her cheeks darkening further. “Mine?” she suggested shyly, teeth scraping over her bottom lip as she held his gaze.

Ohhh that was cute. Not even in just a hot a way, either. She was hot, cute, sexy. All of it. And hell, she wasn’t even trying. Flawless. “Well, lead the way, Melody. I’ll be right behind ya.” He didn’t want to be too crude on the first date, for once, but he did give her a cheeky wink instead. 

It was also a struggle to remind himself he was posing as a human now, with all those pesky human limitations included. No porting there, for example. Though the trip using human transport didn’t that that long, so when Mel let him in, Lucifer was free to look around and admire the place. “Wow, this is cosy. Luci like.” He seemed to mean that too.

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noditchablepromdate​:

cagedindarkness​:

While Crowley was an obnoxious dick, Bobby had a good enough read on him these days to be confident he could gauge the likelihood of the demon messing him about. It wasn’t the greatest plan ever, but he figured having all of Crowley’s resources being brought to bear on the demon problem was going to be much more effective.

Nick’s concerns were - not exactly expected, but understandable at least, and Bobby settled down on the desk as he contemplated the best reply. “We’ve been dealin’ with Crowley since before he got himself the top job downstairs,” he said pensively. “He’s a damn coward, an’ I admit he played me once, but I got the upper hand there before he could get what he really wanted. I got the measure o’ him now an’ I know how to deal with him. He may not like it, but he’s smart enough to know helpin’ us is better than not. An’ demons that smart’re pretty damn rare.”

He came over to pat Nick’s shoulder. “I’m a paranoid bastard,” he admitted, “but I do know him helpin’ us out on this is smarter for everyone, him included. An’ he knows I know.”

Nick listened politely to everything Bobby had to say, and gave a grateful smile once he was done. He certainly seemed more relaxed now, too. About everything. “Well, that really is good to hear. I’m really impressed with how you handled the situation. But more importantly, I can sleep a little easier knowing i’m not gonna have to deal with dead people on my floor, and the looming threat of being arrested for murders I did not commit.” A frown crossed his features as he thought of something else. “Also, now my own problems are lessened slightly, and I have solutions I can put in place myself, I can’t help worrying about who those people were... I don’t remember how many bodies there were exactly, but there was at least a handful. Their familes... What if they have people lookin’ for ‘em, who don’t know what happened? It’s probably safer all round if I leave well alone, but...I don’t know if I can. This is just awful! And now I know more about this, I... I wanna help.”

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summerxmelodies​:

cagedindarkness​:

She hesitated before sitting back down as well, but was mindful to keep distance between them. She didn’t want to overwhelm him, though, she feared that was going to happen regardless. She held his gaze for a long moment, unsure how to answer. Honesty was the only option she felt that was viable; she couldn’t stand to lie to him even if she didn’t know him.

“We don’t,” she breathed, cringing. “I uhm… I’m Melody,” she offered him a weak smile. “Lucifer and I are… We’ve been dating for a while, living together…” she explained softly. “He… he told me about you… You’re… you’re Nick, right?”

The words were spoken loud and clear, but they didn’t quite register at first. Dating Lucifer was one thing, but living with him was a whole other thing. Now, Nick didn’t like to judge anybody unfairly, and always gave people the benefit of the doubt. Though, he couldn’t think of a damn reason why anyone would want to date, let alone live with Satan. There had to be a logical explaination, right? Like, there was some underlying threat or she was being forced to live with him. So, this was the safer alternative.Nick was silent for a good few seconds as he internally processed all of that.  “Um, yeah,” he replied, finally. “I’m Nick. I-I’m sorry, you said you were... living together?”

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two-black-leviathans​:

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“Well we do take pride in making sure our guests are relaxed.. Perhaps, if you do like at least the spacious tub.. there always different settings if you choose to use it more for baths… we’d say just leave the herbal containers so we know what to replenish.”

Vigos wanted him to feel comfortable and welcomed into what would be their family’s home build over the throne room area. Most of the time it was just him, his sister and their mates that lived in this large space.

“Well, I am very relaxed right now,” Lucifer replied with a grin. “And I can absolutley do that. It’s the least I can do for such good hosts!” His skin was humming and glowing from the relaxing treatments now. His wings groomed, cleaned, and put away again. What more could he want? Well, except sex, maybe. Though, that habit was insaitable at times.

*Vigos had seen that Luci was looking a bit uptight still and motioned for him to follow in order to give him a royalty style bath with fancy oils and sophisticated fragrances to help him relax a bit*

The Archangel did not appreciate being summoned in such a manner and displayed his displeasure by scoffing and rolling his eyes. And yet, he rose from his seat and followed anyway. “You know, I am not a dog you can just call over whenever y-” He stooped short upon seeing the filled bath. The scent was appealing too. He coyly chewed his lip and wiggled his hips. “Is this for me?”

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two-black-leviathans​:

cagedindarkness​:

*Vigos had this perplexed expression towards him. It was as if he thought that they were going to do some type of open surgery on his wings. With the access to a vast knowledge base from ancients even older than he was, it gave him an advantage when working with cosmic powered entities. To him dna was dna and could easily be mended, and energy had a composition just the same. Vigos sighed and tried to explain*

“what we do does not hurt.. and even since your arrival in our era, Whyoya has analyzed your genetic makeup. It is what part of what we do here too. What we use to help those in need, you have probably passed over countless times that lies beneath the floor as well as above. We have spent a very long time perfecting it.”

*He paused then and a long sigh* We shall show you, as there are plenty that have health issues that are considered.. ‘incurable’ … We might not know the pain and torment of having been in such cage beyond the many times we have been imprisoned, but we know that longing to have everything that’s part of us, functional.

Functional. That word drifted past Lucifer’s ears and into his mind. His head slowly turned so he could peer over one shoulder and look at the tattered remains of his wings one last time. But even then he was left to wrestle with the idea. Vigos already knew he wanted it, and didn’t seem to understand why he wouldn’t. The fear, however, the fear of something going wrong, or it not being as glorious as he remembered… Lucifer couldn’t get it out of his head. Those injuries, the pain, it was all a constant reminder of his sins and failures. To be rid of those would mean he was free, truly free. For the first time in…eons.

The archangel anxiously licked his lips, expression pensive. “I…” He finally tried to speak but he seemed to have lost the ability to. “Big V, I don’t know what to say. I am so overwhelmed by such a kinda and thoughtful gesture, but…This is life changing, man. And it’s not that I don’t trust you, but like I said, if it doesn’t work? If something goes wrong…It will crush me. So, I can’t take that risk unless I’m sure this could work.” With a hopeful expression he awkwardly asked, “Do you think you could show me how it works first?”

*Vigos hadn’t seen Lucifer in a while around the complex... he knew the archangel didn’t like being watched, but he had to for this time. The era he was brought to was far different from the past.

Feeling curious eyes on him everywhere made it difficult for Lucifer to relax in the complex. It was understandable given the fact they’d never seen an archangel before, but it didn’t help Lucifer feel any better about the situation. He’d resorted to slinking away to look for quiet, private areas where he could prune his wings in peace. An important ritual that was very personal for the Archangel, and he didn’t like to share it with many. So, when he felt someone watching as he tended to his broken, tattered wings, Lucifer’s lip curled up into a snarl. “Leave me,” he commanded, not caring for the moment that he was a guest here.