#and lucifer is usually the Problem Sufferer

[journey-to-the-attic]

(有点晚的) 新年快乐!

happy (a little belated) lunar new year!! sorry i haven't been answering asks, been a busy week - i'll try to get to that tomorrow ^^

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[animeshotsh]

Family meeting | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader

Summary: Lucifer wants you to meet Charlie, the only problem? He needs to go to the hotel.

PT2 Of This and a full one shot of this.

Warnings: Off Canon in terms of time | Mentions of past abuse | Cursing | Reader gets loved by everybody | Probably some OOC | SFW | Grammar mistakes |

Lucifer undertood, really, he knew Charlie was too worried about her Hotel to ever leave it alone. He also felt bad about asking her to just come home to meet you, after all he was not a present figure in her life.

"(Y/n) are you ready ?" Lucifer called you who went to him with a cancerberus plush on your hand and a backpack with some toys.

"Im!" You declared showing off your things, and letting out a smile. You were now dressed in the best quality clothes Lucifer could afford, he had to take a moment to snap a pic of you (again).

"Let not keep them waiting then" Lucifer said taking you and supporting you on his hip, his wings out.

"ARE WE GOING TO FLY THERE?" You screamed making the house shake, your hyped self could not be contained.

"Yes, what better way to travel?" Lucifer joked. The first time you two took a fly together Lucifer was distracted and ended up dropping you. His reaction time was fast so he was able to catch you, already making promises to never fly again with you but your laught stopped him, turns out you loved to fly and loved the adrenaline from falling. Lucifer found it strange but decided not to question it.

He later went to the internet to look for more information.

Once you two took fly everything felt at peace (and you two were in hell...). Demons and sinners could see their King, no one dared to mess with him. Some ignored him, others bowed and some even waved at you.

From the Sky, the city seemed beautiful in its own type of way. The fire from fights and the buildings falling apart...big neon adverstiments...

If you were honest you liked hell.

Lucifer felt your self become sleepy making him smile. This would usually happen, something about flying with him relaxed you. Maybe being with the king of hell and on top of that flying around the city made you feel Powerfull and protected, enough to make you dizzy. Closing your eyes you let the feel of the wind caress your skin as Lucifer's wings moved towards the Hotel.

~☆~☆~☆~

Charlie was not nervous, not at all!!

That was a lie. Charlie was so stressed over his dad coming to the hotel and with you no less. When he had called her and asked to meet up she had said she had too much work (and it was true) then after listening to how he wanted her to meet you and how you have been asking about her.

Her heart could not take it so she accepted, saying she would make the hotel the safest place for you.

"Husk, put the alcohol away, OH! And be sure to remove any broken glass" Charlie exclaimed getting the most are you for real look from Husk.

Any sharp object had been locked down, weapons hided away and they even took extra care of things that could fall over you.

"Angel, try to...keep the sex jokes as...."

"As good as a good suck in a alley corner after some Drugs?" Angel asked getting an annoyed look from Vaggie. "Fine, I get it. Im not a monster you know" he responded offended going for a drink only to get some appel juice from Husk.

"Princess rules" he simple said.

Vaggie was behind Charlie as she went on checking everything. This was worse than one Lucifer had first come, this was Lucifer and you. The New kid, the new lil relative of Charlie.

"And- and did we get Alastor to go out?" Charlie asked Vaggie knowing how him and his dad were not at good terms.

"Well..."

"Now my dear, why would you want me away?" Alastor asked appearing besides her. "Its because your dad its coming today? Dont worry the hotel wont suffer any type of damage" he promised bowing "or maybe a bit"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

The sound of the door being opened alerted everyone. Charlie was sweating as she saw her dad entering with a small kid on his arms. Puffy sheep skin and cat hears and tail could be seen but their face was pressed against Lucifer's chest.

"Charlie!! Its so good to see you again" Lucifer exclaimed getting closer. "Sorry, (Y/N) felt asleep when coming here" he explained looking down with a lovely father gaze at the kid.

"Oh...thats...thats fine!! We have made everything kids safe for the time (Y/N) is here" Charlie responded still stressed, however now seeing you in the flesh and not only by photos her dad would send her, her heart softened at your sleepy form.

"Well, not everything..." Lucifer let out a groul seeing the Radio Demon who stood with his usual smile.

"Greetings your majesty, I never expected to be seeing you again so soon, maybe grow a few inches instead of getting kids from the streets on your free time"

"Hahaha, oh at least kids like me" Lucifer responded going towards Alastor.

"Hahaha only because you are their size"

"Hahaha, or because I dont have that broken record voice"

"Hahaha, fuck you"

The small beef between them was enough to wake you up, looking up you first saw Lucifer's face. A very angry look then the look of another Demon, a redish one that looked like a deer.

"...are these your ears or hair?" You asked half sleep getting everyones attention.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Oh ignore him, we are here to meet with by daugther!!" Lucifer quickly turned around making you face Charlie. He carefully let you down on the ground and saw how you went to her.

Charlie went to your eye level, her heart beating fast. "Hello! Im Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!!" She cringed at her introduction, laughts from Angel and Husk could be hear at the back.

"Im (Y/N)! Are you my older sister?" You asked moving your head to the side taking her appearence, no doubt she was Lucifer's child, she had a different aura, something cheerful and good, something your insticts told you to reach for.

Charlie's mouth went dry, her eyes having now tears as she remember the story her father told her about you, about how you ended in hell. How unfair it was and how Heaven would not listen.

"Y-yes Im" she responded trying to content her tears then almost getting knocked off when you hugged her. Your soft hair rubbing against her cheeck.

"I always wanted a sister"

Vaggie had to look away to keep her emotions in check. She undertood the malice from heaven and was thankul you had ended in Lucifer's way. Her heart broke a bit seeing your small form hugging her gilfriend.

Heaven its damed she tought to herself.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"And this is Angel Dust!" Charlie presented you the spider Demon who was looking down as he was thinking about someone else.

"Hello Kiddo" he ruffled your hair getting a laught from you.

"You have four arms?" You asked looking at Angel who showed them then picked you up

"You bet!! And do you know what form arms can do?"

Everyone was holding their breaths now.

"Lots of ticklets!!" He finally responded tickling you. Your laught and smile resonated in the hotel. Your cat hears moving from side to side as Angel tickled you with a small smile of his own.

~☆~☆~☆~

You pulled Angel around the hotel, telling different tales you have been reading from Lucifer's private collection. Angel just nodded at you, he took note of how your eyes would light up when you were talking about a favorite character or a special part of a story.

It melted his heart.

"I want juice" You suddendly said stopping and making Angel almost fall over you. Luckly he was able to catch his balance.

Juice? Angel thought then smirked looking at a very sober and pissed Husk.

"Here, this one makes the best drinks and im sure he has some juices for you" Angel said taking you towars Husk who was giving Angel a very do not dare look.

"Uhhh, he seems scary" you said softly looking at Husk while Angel seated you carefully.

"Scary? Pff he is just sober" Angel said getting a confused look from you.

"I mean-"

"What would you like kid?" Husk asked keeping his voice with no emotion. He had hear you said he looked scary and honestly, that was funny. By the fact that you had touched Alastor's hair and ears earlier and you got the radio Demon to almost break his cool.

Yeah not scared over the radio Demon but scared of him? You were something.

He passed you a juice with appels. You were quick to forget your fear as you sipped the drink looking at Husk. "I liken your wings"

Husk looked a bit suprised but soon relaxed giving you a easy smile.

"I like your horns...what are you?" He finally asked getting an annoyed look from Angel.

"Well...im not sure?" You responded now feeling shy.

"You are a sinner my Dear!" The voice of Alastor echoed as one of his shadows picked you up keeping you from touching his hair again.

"And who are you?" You asked back macking Alastor glitch, static forming around him but then going away.

"Im Alastor, the Radio Demon! I have a show, maybe you ever listen to it or you prefer these boxes..."

"You mean tvs?" Alastor nodded "I used to watch a bit during mornings but...my father hated when we did it he would scream at me and-" your voice broke making everyone look towards you Lucifer almost going for the Demon's neck.

"Oh you poor thing" Alastor said deep down (very deep) feeling bad. Memories of his own life coming to haunt him. "Then here!" He made a move and a old fashined radio appear "this radio hosts only my shows, and no one will be angry at you because you listen to it" He said smiling at you, his shadow still holding you and playing with your horns as Alastor watched Lucifer for a reaction.

"Uh...thank you Mister" You finally said getting a lick from the shadow itself.

"No problems Dear and if you ever need a New dad you know for who to look" He smirked at Lucifer.

"But Lucifer its my dad..." you responded, radio in your tiny hands "...could you be my uncle?" You asked innocently ignoring who you were talking to, one of the most powerfull Overlords in the circle.

Alastor moved his head his shadow getting you closer to him, he took a moment to examine your soul. So pure and so...so unlike him.

Alastor could be chained to someone, but right now the only one who could hold a leash on him was you.

"Of course Dear" he finally responded taking you from his shadow and to his arms.

"And can I play with your hair?"

"Hahaha, absolutly not"

Lucifer was being hold in the back by Charlie and Vaggie sending daggers to the Demon.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[vikkirosko]

Hi! Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I saw that your requests are now open and you've always been one of my favourites writers, so I wanted to make a request.

I've been having a hard time lately, so I want to request some comfort. Especifically, Fizzarolli, Stolas, Husk, Lucifer and Angel Dust with a reader who always try to humor every situation and act like the quirky and funny friend, even if they have a messed up life. The kind of person to disappear for a few days, return like nothing happened even if they've faced the most traumatizing experience. They always priorize other's people comfort and prefer to be the 'funny friend', because for them it's really difficult to admit they're suffering. They find other's people's problems more important than their own, so when people asked them if they're doing okay or they're caught crying, they prefer to turn the tables and act like a psychologist for the person.

I'm sorry if you can't do this, anyways, I really liked your last posts, and I hope to see more of your work.

Hi, I hope these headcanons will help you feel better

Headcanons Much-needed support

🕷 Angel Dust x Reader 💖

Angel is not used to sharing his experiences. He hid them behind rudeness, humor, and vulgar phrases. It was a defense mechanism for him, and that's why the fact that you were trying to find out about his problems and help him bothered him at first. But the more he got to know you, the more he became attached and trusted you. At some point, he could be sitting with you in his hotel room and telling you about another disgusting day, how he hated himself and his job, how he hated everything. You continued to be there for him, supporting him, and if he needed you, you hugged him. When you found out what was happening to him, you never tried to hug him without asking in advance, fearing that your careless actions might cause him unpleasant memories. But at some point, Angel had a thought that stuck in his head. He realized that he didn't understand how you could continue to be so enthusiastic even though you were both literally in Hell

He was watching you, trying to see that you were also human, just like himself. He tried to see that you also had feelings and experiences, but the more he watched, the more clearly he saw that if you had any, you pushed them so far away that you completely ignored your own feelings. You helped the others, regardless of whether you needed to help fix something, clean it up, or if you needed to help with advice or just listen. You always put others before yourself, and when others asked you if you were okay, you just laughed it off, but never directly answered the question. And that bothered him. He was even more worried when you first disappeared for a few days. Charlie was worried too, but she'd known you longer than he had, and she said it had happened before and that it wasn't worth worrying about, even though her appearance contradicted her words. When you returned, you behaved as usual, and when he asked where you were, you joked again, as if everything was fine. But Angel was sure that this was not the case

He came to your room when he knew you were there. Angel was going to have a serious talk with you. It might have been unusual for him, but you were dear to him, and if there was anything he could do for you, he was going to do it. He entered your room without knocking and immediately froze when he heard crying. You were sitting on the floor in your room and crying, hugging yourself, but as soon as you saw him, your lips stretched into a smile and you hurried to wipe your tears. Your voice was shaking, but you asked him anyway what was wrong and if he was okay. Angel closed the door behind him and said that he was much more concerned about your condition right now. You laughed it off again, continuing to try to find out what brought him to your room, but he sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms, wrapping two pairs of his arms around you. He quietly told you that you had already done so much for him and that he would not let you go until you told him about what you had been holding in yourself for so long. Angel wasn't going to let you turn everything into a joke again, not when he first saw the funny smile disappear on your face

He kept hugging you while you were crying, while you were trying to start breathing again, while you were quietly, hoarsely, sometimes breaking into sobs, telling him how bad you were. Sometimes you tried to walk away from the conversation again, but it brought you back to talking about yourself and your worries. For the first time in all the time you've known him, you've revealed your feelings to him, you've shown him the part of yourself that you've been hiding from everyone. You put others above yourself so much that you have completely forgotten how to share your own experiences. But Angel stayed with you. You did a lot to make him feel better, and now it's his turn to help you, he was ready to stay by your side as long as you needed, and even more

🃏 Husk x Reader 🥃

Husk had what he called a bartender's instinct. He listened to other people's problems so often that he got used to it and could understand when someone had emotional problems, but that didn't mean he was in a hurry to help others. But you tried to help your friends, including Husk. At first, every time you asked if he was okay, the bartender brushed you off or rudely asked you to leave him alone, but over time he began to answer you more calmly and even tell you what was going on in his head. These moments were only when you were alone, for which you didn't even go to bed late at night. He didn't tell you about his deal with Alastor, realizing that it could bring you a lot of problems. You always listened to him attentively, without giving unsolicited advice, you helped him at the bar, but in all that time you never drank with the others, you didn't share your feelings with them or Husk. You just smiled and tried to support the others no matter what

He saw you disappear for a few days several times, and then come back as if nothing had happened. When asked by others, you just laughed it off and said that they had nothing to worry about. If he had noticed this earlier, he really wouldn't have thought about it, he would have just ignored you and your behavior, but not now, not when he saw perfectly well that you were using humor so that others wouldn't see how bad you were. You continued to help others, putting their comfort far above your own. Sometimes Husk thought that you could be one of those people who would sacrifice themselves for others if the need arose, but the longer he watched you, the more he realized that you could break down at any moment if you continued to keep everything to yourself

You've been missing for a few days again, and he's already starting to worry about it. He knew it wouldn't be so easy to find you if he tried, but you interrupted his thoughts by returning. You smiled at him as if you hadn't been missing in the last few days and acted as if nothing had happened. Husk didn't let you hide in his room and invited you to join him at the hotel bar. You sat down at the bar and, with a smile on your lips, asked him if he would like to talk about something. But Husk bluntly told you that this time it was his turn to be your psychologist. At first, you tried to laugh it off, again claiming that you were fine and that he didn't have to worry about you. But Husk wasn't going to listen to your attempts to get away from the conversation. He intended to find out about everything that was gnawing at you, and seeing how the smile slowly left your face, he made sure that you understood the seriousness of his intentions

He had to ask questions to get you to say something. It was obviously unusual for you to have to share your feelings with someone, but the more you told them, the more Husk realized how much you were holding in yourself. He didn't even think it could be that bad, but now he knew the truth and he wasn't going to stay away. You needed help, and if you weren't going to ask for help on your own, then he was going to be the one to help you

🦉 Stolas x Reader 🎩

Stolas was grateful to you for being by his side. There were a lot of problems in his life and he found his solace in you. You were ready to come to him at the first call, you listened to him no matter how much time he spent talking about how hard his day was. You were always understanding, sympathetic, and when needed, you joked and cheered him up. He was grateful to you for everything, and especially for the fact that you stayed by his side even when he lost everything. You started coming to visit him much more often than before, which is why Stolas sometimes tried to joke and said that you were his free psychologist, but you always told him that he didn't have to worry about it and that you were always ready to help and support him and you didn't need anything. in return. But now that he saw what you were like in everyday life, he understood that you never told him about your problems, although it would seem that this would be quite expected

You went to the apartment where he lived, Loona and Blitzø. You brought groceries as a small thank you for taking care of Stolas and you were always ready to listen to him. Even when you were talking to them, you continued to be cheerful and smiling, as if you didn't have your own problems. At his request, you also came to the office, keeping him company when no one else was there. Sometimes you could go days without answering your messages or calls, but this has happened before. However, Stolas had not thought about this before, being too immersed in his problems. Now that his problems seem to have increased, he has become more attentive to you. You always came back and said that everything was fine, laughed it off and turned all the attention to his emotional state. When he asked Moxxie, whom he helped with the paperwork, about this, he said that most likely you had some problems of your own, but you hid them and focused on the comfort of others and not on your own. These words were firmly embedded in his head and Stolas wanted to repay you for all those times when you were with him

Stolas asked Blitzø to find out where you lived and, having received the address, asked him to take you there. Imp understood that it was important to him and took him there, after which Stolas went to your apartment. It was quiet there and it seemed like you weren't at home, but he knocked on the door anyway. At first, he didn't hear anything and thought that you really weren't at home, but after a couple of seconds you opened the door to him. You looked a little disheveled and your eyes were red, as if you had been crying for a long time. Despite this, you smiled at him and said that you weren't expecting his visit, but if he came to you, then something must have happened. Stolas came inside, and only when you closed the door did he ask if you were okay. You tried to laugh it off again, but Stolas came up to you and took your hands in his. He looked at you worriedly and asked you to be honest with him, just as he has always been honest with you. He saw that you weren't okay, and he didn't want you to keep quiet about your pain

He got one sentence after another from you, and the more you started talking, the more the smile left your face, until pain was reflected on your face. When you started crying again, hiccupping and stuttering, he hugged you, whispering that you didn't need to hurry. He hugged you while you were crying, and even when imp looked into your apartment to make sure everything was okay, he kept hugging you. Stolas saw how serious your condition really was and sincerely wanted to help. You were his support and support for so long that he couldn't remember exactly how long, and he wanted to be like that for you, so that you wouldn't keep your sorrows and pain to yourself, confident that your feelings were less important than the feelings of those around you

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x Reader 🐍

Lucifer always tried to look optimistic in front of others. He had a reputation and couldn't show weakness, sometimes even in front of his own family. But when you came into his life, he had a person to whom he could tell everything. You were his loyal listener, you could spend long hours in his company listening to him, realizing that he really needed to speak out. You understood that he had problems and he couldn't do anything about it, often preferring to ignore some of his problems. You, in turn, were always smiling and cheerful. You joked a lot, trying to cheer him up, you gave him advice and tried your best to help him. When he started living in his daughter's renovated hotel, his condition got better and you, who visited him, saw it, but Lucifer became more attentive towards you. He realized that during all the time of your communication, he did not see you upset, saddened, he never saw any signs of pain or resentment on your face. It was like you weren't experiencing these emotions, and it really bothered him

He wasn't sure if it was all his imagination, so he decided to talk to Charlie about it. She was surprised by her father's question, but promised to help him, and for the next few days they both watched you. By the end of the week, she confirmed that he wasn't imagining it and that you really were always cheerful and smiling. Lucifer was worried that you kept your worries to yourself because of his constant problems, but when Charlie tried to talk to you about it, you just laughed it off and said that you were absolutely fine, and also that if she wanted to talk about what was bothering her, you were always ready to listen her. Lucifer couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed something so obvious for so long. But now he wasn't going to stay away. Now all the things he hadn't paid attention to before seemed so obvious, and he just couldn't leave it as it was

Lucifer knew that sometimes you spent the night in the hotel room that you were assigned, and when Charlie told him late at night that you were there, he went to talk to you. When he came to your door, he heard sobbing and he didn't take the time to knock. You didn't lock the door to your room, and when he came in, he saw you in tears. You were just about to smile at him when Lucifer ran up to you and started asking worriedly what had happened, who had brought you to tears. You tried to calm him down and make a joke, but you were interrupted by a sob, which you tried to suppress. But he saw perfectly well what condition you were in. Lucifer hugged you and began stroking your hair soothingly. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, whispering that you were safe, that he was here for you, and that he was ready to listen to you and help you. You had an expression on your face like you'd never heard such words in your life, but it was like it was the last straw for you. You sobbed with renewed vigor, clinging to him and wrapping your arms around him. He's never seen you so defenseless, but he intended to keep his words and wasn't going to leave anytime soon

Lucifer insisted that you stay at the hotel. He saw that you needed support, and if you were there, he would be more worried about you than if you stayed in your apartment. There were people at the hotel who were willing to help you, and he was at the top of the list. Lucifer was ready to be the one who listens to you every time you needed it, just as you have done so many times, many more times than he could count. There were many difficult moments in your life that left traces on your soul, but even in Hell you continued to smile and joke as if nothing had happened, but now he was there and was ready to help you finally stop keeping all the pain to yourself

🎪 Fizzarolli x Reader 💟

Fizzarolli and you often spent time together. He liked your cheerful disposition and liked to see you smile, but you were not just a person close to him, but also someone who was always ready to listen to him. He shared with you what was bothering him, he told you about how he hated his job, he told you about how he dreamed of being free, he even told you about what happened in his past and why he lost his limbs. He trusted you and you always lived up to his trust. You never told his secrets, you always listened to him, tried to support him, and if he was just tired after a hard day, you were ready to cheer him up. He often asked you if you were okay, because in all the time you've known him, you've never complained about anything and he felt wrong about it, but you just laughed it off and claimed that everything was fine and that he didn't need to worry about you

He noticed that there were days when you didn't show up. It was like you'd disappear for a few days, and when he was already thinking the worst, you'd come back and act like nothing had happened. When he asked you where you'd been and if everything was okay, you joked around as always and turned the topic to what had happened in his life while you were gone. It was like you were trying your best to avoid talking about yourself, and it was becoming more and more obvious to him. That's why when you disappeared again for a few days, he went to check your apartment. He was hoping that you were at home and that you could finally have a normal conversation. When Fizz arrived, after several attempts to wait for you to open the door, he tried to open it himself. To his surprise and concern, the door was not locked, and upon entering your apartment, he heard sobs that obviously belonged to you

He hurried to the sound and found you crying. You didn't look hurt, which made him feel relieved, but when you saw Fizz, you hurried to smile and wipe away the tears, as if everything was fine. You told him you didn't hear the doorbell, but you're glad to see him. Fizzarolli asked worriedly what happened, to which, as always, you tried to laugh it off and change the subject, but he wouldn't let you do it. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked closely at your face. Fizz asked you to be honest at least now. He saw that you were feeling bad and he wanted to help you with it. He wanted to make you feel better. Your lower lip started to tremble and you started crying again. He hugged you, ignoring your mumblings that you were okay. You both knew it wasn't like that, but now at least he could finally find out the truth and try to help you

Fizzarolli spent the whole night in your apartment, listening to you and comforting you. You really needed it, and he understood that he should have continued to insist that you tell him about what was going on in your soul. If he hadn't talked about it anymore, he was sure that you would have become that smiling person again, who put the comfort of others above his own, and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let the progress he was able to make be ruined because you decided to return to your normal behavior. Fizz understood that it could destroy you, and he simply couldn't let it happen

[alastor-simp]

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Lucifer Morningstar, Cherri Bomb, Vox and Valentino

Here is the second part of the hugging headcanon with the other hazbin characters. I am going to try to make Valentino be a bit more approachable in this story since I know he is on this fandoms hit list.Will contain spoilers from some episodes. Enjoy!

Lucifer Morningstar🐥

🐥"OH! Ummm.....something wrong? Did you want to play with one of my rubber ducks?” Lucifer would have no idea what is going on. He will be stood like a statue, while holding one of his signature ducks. Despite being the king of hell, this man is an awkward softie.

🐥Lucifer was officially staying at the hotel now after its renovation after the fight with Adam. It was nice that he was finally making an effort with Charlie’s dreams and acting like a father.

🐥However, this poor man suffered from depression, due to being stressed being the king of hell and also thinking about his wife leaving. Man couldn’t catch a break.

🐥His bedroom is where he would stay when he was like that, crafting another duck figurine at his desk. He hadn’t noticed you coming into his room to see how he was. The minute he felt arms wrap around him is when he realized your presence.

🐥 “Ummmmmmmm….hi there?” Lucifer just remained in the position he was in, staring at you, trying to figure out what was happening. Soon, you had let him go, wearing an apologetic smile.

🐥 “I’m sorry, your highness.” Lucifer jumped when he heard that and waved his hands. “OH! Just call me Lucifer or Luci! Don’t need to be formal with me!” You smiled at him and nodded your head. The both of you stared at each other for a bit before he broke the silence and asked why the sudden hug.

🐥Feeling shy, you rubbed the back of your neck, “Well, I noticed you seemed more melancholic than usual today. Usually when I am sad, a hug always makes me feel better so I thought maybe that would help you.” Red pupils continued to stare at you making you feel nervous, wondering if you had upset him

🐥Your body was met with a strong impact, as Lucifer tackled you in a hug, squeezing you tightly to the point it was hard to breathe. His face was in the crook of your neck, as he continued to squeeze. “C-can’t br-eath.” Gasping out an answer, you felt Lucifer let you go, by still placed his hands on your shoulder.

🐥 “S-sorry! Sorry! I forget my own strength sometimes haha! You okay? No broken bones?” He kept moving his head to peer at you, making sure you were alright. His actions caused you to laugh, surprising him. “You’re such a dad.” Lucifer then smiled at that, placing a hand on his chest, “Of course I am! I am hells number one daddy!” That sentence caused you to cackle, confusing Lucifer even more. “Hahahaha! Don’t ever say that again!” Lucifer tilted his head at you: “Wait, what did I say?”

🐥His clueless side to him was quite cute at times. You managed to calm down. “Lucifer, if you ever need someone to talk to or have another one of your depressed episodes, come find me okay. I’ll be there to listen and also provide comforting hugs." He wore a shocked expression, before he broke into a kind smile, patting your head. "Thank you."

🐥The relationship the both of you had improved a lot. He was more open with you and would discuss his problems. He was kind enough to bring you to his workshop, showing you how to make his prized ducklings. You received a nice surprise when you went into your room and saw a duck figurine that resembled you, with a red rose lying next to it.

Cherri Bomb🍒

🍒"Woah! Hey bit✪✪!! Why the sudden tackle? You looking to throw down?" Cherri is very hyperactive and fun-loving, you almost never see her depressed about anything. She is either throwing bombs during turf wars or partying at the club with Angel Dust. She wasn't close with everyone at the hotel except Angel, but she was friendly as long as you didn't do something to piss her off.

🍒However, she does have a sensitive side to herself, but she puts up a tough guard to hide it. The three of you, yourself, Cherri and Angel were partying at a popular sex club, chugging down shot after shot. It took you a while to notice, since you were slightly buzzed, that Cherri had a more sad expression on her face then usual. You were about to question what was wrong, but she got up quickly from the bar, saying she was going out for a quick smoke.

🍒Sensing something else was going, on you let Angel know that you would be right back, before following after Cherri. Looking everywhere, you were able to find her on the patio deck of the club, smoking a cigarette while leaning on the metal bar. She didn't noticed you until she heard the sound of the door sliding and saw you walking towards her.

🍒 "Oh! Hey hoe! Whatcha doing out here? Craving a smoke too?" She was smiling wide at you, but you can tell that it was forced. Walking closer to her, you threw her arms around her, causing her one eye to stare at you in shock. ""Woah mate! Whats wrong with ya?" She patted one of your arms, wondering what was going on. "Cherri, drop the act already. I saw that look on your face in the club. There is obviously something going on. So come on, spill it."

🍒 Cherri's eye just widen further and the smile on her face dropped. She turned her head down, not saying a word to you as you kept holding her. "AGH! I'm just pissed with myself at the moment! I'm trying so hard to obtain the level of overlord, but it's not working. I need that status, so I can help Angie to be rid of that moth fu✪✪face!!" Cherri yelled out, as she threw the cigarette from her hand, while punching the metal bar with her fist. You continued to listen to her, and hugged her tighter.

🍒You both stayed like that for a bit, before you spoke: "You will do it Cherri Bomb! I believe in you and so does Angel Dust. Its gonna be hard in the beginning, but you can do it. I want the same for Angel too and I'll try to help in anyway I can." After that little speech you gave, you felt Cherri shaking with laughter. "AHAHAHA! Sorry mate, but you fighting in turf wars? I'm sorry, but your baby face is way to sweet to be considered a threat!" Her words cause you to pout. "Still, thanks mate for coming out here and making me feel better." She moved her body, positioning herself so she could hug you back.

🍒The both of you let go after that, just in time for Angel Dust to come, wondering where the both of you went. "Cherri? Toots? What's going on? Y'all been gone for a while, I thought you bailed on me!" The both of you laughed and walked closer to Angel. "Nothing Angel. Just having some girl talk." You didn't want to tell Angel what had happened before since you probably expected Cherri didn't want to worry him. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, and pulled you closer to them. Cherri smiled down at you before looking back at Angel. "Sorry Angie, got distracted. Lets get back to the party! I owe you a drink Y/N!" Cherri looked down at you when she said that before pulling you to the bar, with Angel following behind, wearing a smirk.

🍒Cherri exchanged numbers with you after that. She chatted with both you and Angel on the regular. Her messages were very wild and enthusiastic, either sending a picture of herself in a fight or just making funny inappropriate jokes. She had invited you to her crib to hang out at one point. You should consider yourself lucky, cause she only invites the people she cares about to her place, so the fact that she did that means she considers you a very close friend. She has offered to help train you too, since she noticed your lack of skill in combat, so she wanted to help prepare you. She knew that it would help you in the long run and also allow you to tag team together in a turf war.

Vox📺

📺Hugging Vox was not as simple as you think. He had a reputation to uphold as one of the three Vee's. Also he didn't like being touched.

📺He was an alright guy despite his massive ego. You had been in his business for a while, so you knew quickly how he function and acted in certain situations. His mood had been very sour lately, since he had just realized his arch enemy, the radio demon was back after disappearing for seven years. His great plan was to call Alastor out during one of his video podcasts, only to be mocked down by Alastor, causing him to short circuit and cause all the power to be cut off.

📺Vox remained in his office after that, fuming. His screen was flickering every once in a while, as blue sparks kept popping up around him. You hesitated a bit, as you stood at the door to his office, contemplating if you should go in a calm him down or just let him cool off on his own. Finally reaching a decision, you walked in.

📺He was sitting in his large red chair, in front of his multiple screens. The back of the chair was facing you, as you walked closer to wear he was. Having reached closer to him, you look at him, seeing if he was okay. He was leaned back against the chair, hands covering his screen. It was mumbling something to himself, which was hard to make out, but you heard some words like "alastor" and "a✪✪hole."

📺Clearing your throat, you allowed your presence to be know to him. Vox jumped a bit, before removing one of hands to look at you. He was clearly irritated, given the scowl on his face. "The hell you doing in here? I made in clear I was not to be disturbed." You bounced back a bit at his tone, but you stood strong. "I apologize, sir. I had come to see if you were alright, since you have been in here for a few hours." Vox continued to glare at you before putting his hand back to cover his face. "Argh! That old fashion radio di✪✪head still has me pissed off!" You listen to him rant, and wanted to at least find a way to ease his emotions. "Will you allow me to help calm you down?"

📺Vox removed his hands from his face, his screen eyebrows arched up a bit. He gave a sigh and just waved his hand in the air, saying to do whatever. Taking a deep breath, you walked closer to Vox, leaning down to wrap your arms around him. Vox just froze, hands raised up in shock. He wasn't expecting something like this. After a few seconds, you let him go and stood back up, rubbing your neck. "Sorry! I- That always use to make me feel better whenever I am upset about something, so I though that would help you." You continued to look down away from Vox, afraid that you overstepped.

📺You slowly look back at him, hoping he wasn't more enraged. He surprisingly wasn't, but was more stumped then anything. Soon his screen face lit up with his blue-teethed smile. "Well that was a surprise! Didn't expect you to do that?" He continued to smirk at you, which made you twiddle your fingers. "Sorry." Vox just gave a huff, turning his face away. "Well I didn't hate it." That comment surprised you. You weren't able to see his face,, but his screen looked a tad pinkish, but it was hard to make out. Letting out a cough, he turned back and stretched. "Well time to get back and do some overlord work. You can head back and do whatever." Smiling, you bowed your head a bit, "Very well, sir." You turned around, beginning to walk back to the sliding doors. "Vox." You stopped and turned back, "I'm sorry?" Vox spun his chair, around facing you, "You can call me Vox." His face was hard to read, since you never seen him with that kind of expression before. He slowly turned back around, back of the chair facing you now.

📺He was a bit different after that whole interaction. Yes, he was still the egotistical Vox, but he acted a bit softer when he was with you behind closed doors. He would ask how your day was and how the new Voxtech sales were coming along. He tried to have you around more, whenever he was doing his podcasts or having a meeting with the other Vees. You noticed his eyes staring at you, with a sort of soft look, but he would quickly turn around like nothing was happening.

Valentino🦋

🦋It wasn't easy to offer Valentino a hug. He was one of the the three V's, the overlords that dominated most of Pentagram city. Valentino was a busy man, since he controlled a lot of the lustful side of the city, so he was either surrounded by hot demons or working as the director for his porn videos.

🦋 However, he was prone to hissy fits, that would result in him either breaking multiple things in his office or injure one of Velvette's models. You weren't sure what caused this tantrum, but you could hear Valentino's squeaks of rage from his office.

🦋After a couple minutes, it began to quiet down, giving you a sign that it was safe to enter his office now. Opening the door to his office, you saw the mayhem that was now his office space. Papers had scattered the floor, some clothes were throw on the ground and broken pieces of glass were scattered everywhere on the floor. In the middle of the room was a giant red smoke cloud, likely containing the moth himself. You could see him a bit through the smoke, wearing a scowl, but his eyes were closed.

🦋You didn't say a word, and just started to clean up the mess. Valentino peeked his eye out to look at you, and closed it again. After fixing his clothes and throwing away the shards of glass, you picked up the papers, assembling them in a stack and walk over to his desk. Placing them down, you looked up at the moth man in front of you. He was still wearing a scowl, while muttering little curses under his breath. "Umm..Mr. Valentino?", calling out his name, you approached a bit closer, to where you were standing near his chair. Valentino opened his eyes, flashing crimson at you. "What is it?" his tone was still agitated, and his eyes were glaring at you.

🦋You fiddled with your fingers for a bit, then you slowly got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He was very tall, but since he was sitting down, it was easier for you to place your arms around his back, putting you head next to his neck Valentino let out a little squeak in shock, his multiple arms jumping up, which caused the pipe in one of his hands to drop to the ground. "Oh~ You looking to play gatita?" You could tell he was smirking at what you were doing. You shook your head, "I'm not doing this to have sex with you. I'm giving you a hug to cheer you up." Valentino was quiet after you said that. You were about to let go, thinking you made him more upset, but you felt his arms pull you closer, lifting you up to have you sit on his lap. His head bent down as well, leaning closer to your neck.

🦋None of you had said a word, as you continued to hug each other. You felt a pair of lips kiss your neck, giving you goosebumps. Slowly Valentino removed his head from your neck. His two hands moved to push you back, before placing the both of them on your cheeks. He was wearing a very tender expression, it was quite a surprise to see since you only saw him with a smirk or glare. "Gracias hermosa." Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your forehead, causing you to blush.

🦋His attitude with you change entirely after that. He was still a horny bastard, but he cooled it down for you. He wanted you with him at all times, either next to you or sitting on his lap. Vox took a notice to how different Valentino was being, but he didn't question it, since it saved him time and prevented him from having to come and calm Valentino down himself. Valentino began to send you little gifts as well, you expected something erotic like vibrators, but surprisingly, you got roses and beautiful jewelry. He started addressing you by your name more, or he would called you "hermosa" like he did when he kissed your forehead. Welp, looks like you have a giant moth demon attracted to you now.

~END~

(Sorry no Velvette in this headcanon. It is hard for me to write her character. Maybe i'll do a separate headcanon for just Velvette when I have time)

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[alientee]

Alastor x Jessica Rabbit reader part 3

I lied there will be a fourth part 🤣 sorry I’ve been gone for so long. By the way this amazing art was drawn by @klaudia96art it’s based on this story I just had to have me and my demon drawn lol

Alastor and you made it back to the hotel without any more problems, you both headed towards the kitchen the kitchen. “Alright darling I’ll get the ingredients out, I can’t wait to taste your cooking once more.” You set your gift down on the table pulling your hair back. “Well considering I’ve spent so much time with your mom I bet it’ll taste just as good as hers.”

You start to wash your hands and hear something crash to the ground. As you turn around Alastor is looking at you with a thin smile his eyes as wide as they can get. “H-how is my ma….I’m sure she has her doubts that id ever show up in heaven seeing as it’s been so long” You walk towards him bringing your hand up to caress his face. He leans into your touch his eyes looking more gentle than crazed as usual. When it came to his mother Alastor wanted nothing more than to make sure she was happy, her opinion is what mattered most in the world. "She always say’s she just hopes your alright and happy wherever you are. And that she misses you.”

Alastor rest his head into your neck, inhaling your scent. It had been so long since he’s been able to hold you, to feel content again. Usually he hates being touched by others, it feels like a disgusting burn he can’t get rid of. He was never a fan of touch unless he initiated it, unless it was from his mother and you were soon added to the equation. A thought hit him and once again he was tense pulling back looking at you frantically like an actual deer caught in headlights.

“Please don’t tell her why I’m down here. It would break her heart, and I can’t stand the thought of knowing I disappointed her.” You could feel his fingers tighten on your shoulder, any harder and he would break skin. As you tried to calm him down you realized just how much your husband was still there. Yes he was a killer and a cannibal who had no problem taking in the joy in the suffering of others. But he was still a mamas boy through and through.

“Alastor I have to tell your mom I saw you she misses you so much. She just wants to know you’re doing ok. But I won’t tell her…. Why you��re down here, it’s not my story to tell anyway.” He paused for a moment sighing “I suppose that’s good enough for me….. should we start cooking?”

“Oh no mister I’m cooking. Your gonna sit down and relax” you push alastor to the table pulling out a chair for him “But dear-“ “No buts! It’s been so long since I cooked for you. I missed spoiling my husband hehe.” Alastor could only sigh and lean both arms on the table his hand resting in his hands looking at you with that large goofy smile. “If you insist sugar”

As you began to cook more of the residents started to show up much to alastor an annoyance. Angel was the first one to walk through. “Wow toots you got it smelling great in here! Watcha cooking?” You giggled, you were kinda embaressed to say you went overboard with the cooking. “Well I made jambalaya, shrimp and grits, fried chicken, corn bread and a peach cobbler. Husk almost spits out his drink at the spread your making.

“I know I went to overboard, it’s just been so long since I’ve cooked for alastor I wanted to make all his favorites minus the cobbler. Feel free to join us I know we won’t eat it all.” You hear alastor muttering under his breath that the others could leave. You went back to cooking as the rest of the residents filled in but you stare at Charlie when she entered with a man who looked just like her. When both your eyes lock he looks at Charlie happily. “Charlie is this the angel you were telling me about?”

You leave the stove and walk towards him “hello I’m ____,It’s nice to meet you.” Lucifer pulls your hand up to his lips kissing it. “Charmed, it’s a pleasure to meet you” the room is filled with a sound of large static making everyone cringe. Lucifer is the only one who looks bored, rolling his eyes. “Problem bell hop?” Alastor is by your side in an instant.

“Keep your mouth away from my wife” Lucifer looks at you and alastor back and forth until his eyes land on Charlie. “So you weren’t kidding, he’s actually married….. to them…..and you agreed to marry him willingly not by force?” He looks back at you and seeing you nod in confirmation is all he needs for him to put a deadpan look on his face. “…….But you’re way out of his league like waaaaaay out of his league. Plus I don’t think Bell hop boy here knows how to…..satisfy needs that’s arnt cananalistic?” “I beg your pardon? Why the fuck does everyone keep bringing that up?”

You shake your head as you hear angel dust laughing in the back ground. Saying how he had said the same thing earlier, in between laughs. “Yes so I’ve been told, and I think he’s in my league just fine, I can’t wait to show y’all the pictures after dinner, alastor was so handsome hehe.” Alastor looks caught off guard for a second before grabbing your shoulder. “Now dear I’m sure no one wants to see that-“

“He’s lying”

“We all want to see it”

“My rival in hissss youth? Excellent ammunition for later batlesssss”

Alastor just looks more annoyed but seeing your big doe eyes looking at him reminding him so much of why he couldn’t resist your wims when you were both alive. “Very well but you will only see the pictures of my choosing and there will be no more than 3” Everyone groaned but accepted it knowing alastor shouldn’t be pushed over the edge. “Foods ready! I hope y’all like it” Everyone starts to make a plate except for alastor, you make him two plates with all the food you made on them except for the dessert.

While you serve him his plate kissing his cheek everyone can’t seem to stop staring,even nifty. Seeing the very independent radio demon getting served with a goofy smile on his face was so domestic and strange. But what no one else expected was for you to make a plate for Lucifer. He started thanking you profusely looking really shy about it. Everyone else was trying to scoot away from alastor who was starting to let his shadow tendrils rise. “Thank you! So much but I’m… you didn’t have too. Not that I’m not grateful! It’s very sweet of you”

“It’s my pleasure you are the king after all.” “Oh NO no no no no no. Please treat me like any other guest. I hate all the kingly stuff haha. How bout I make you a plate full of pancakes tomorrow?” You shrug stating you’re only here for today but you appreciated the offer.” Cherri bomb looked at you giving you a crooked smile. “So tell us about you and smiley, any good stories?” You tried to think of the least embarrassing but most entertaining memory you can think of.

“Well now that I know Al’s past this story makes much more sense now. Me and him went camping with some of my friends. Mind you I’ve known these people for over 10 years. One of my friends got really drunk and ended up falling off a cliff but he swear he was pushed, but none of us believed him because he was waisted. Then a bear ended up chasing him because he had leftover food in his pocket. He just had terrible luck the whole trip and guess who was near him that whole time.”

Everyone turned to look at alastor who continues to eat with a thin smile. “What? He talked over everyone, made crude jokes to my wife, and thought he could play jokes on ME of all people. The trip was more enjoyable with him unconscious. He should consider himself lucky he’s not dead, had he not been my wife’s good friend he wouldn’t have left the camp grounds.”

“I still can’t believe all of that really was you” You made your way back to the sink to clean the dishes, you could hear all the complements on your food and while you thanked them you could feel something pulling at your side. It’s nifty, and it looks like she’s trying to reach for your face. “A mess! Don’t worry I’ll get it miss.” You didn’t know what on earth she was taking about untill you felt someone come behind you and a wet sensation on your cheek.

It didn’t dawn on you what happened until you saw Alastor behind you. You blush in embarrassment realizing that he licked your cheek. “You had a little sauce on your face dear, now come sit and eat” you were about to comment until angel muttered. “I can’t believe I got that” you turned to see him holding his phone up, he must’ve wanted to take pictures of you and alastor. Speaking of alastor you don’t think you could move fast enough to stop him from pouncing at angel dust.

Speaking of alastor you don’t think you could move fast enough to stop him from pouncing at angel dust. “Alastor No!” Lucky enough Lucifer had been enough to restrain him. But if looks could kill both Lucifer and Angel would be dead by now. Seeing as the “big dick in charge” had a hold on Alastor, Angel Dust decided to get one final jab in. “Can you tell us a story now of why Ole freak face is sad in the sack?”

Too bad for him Lucifer’s grip couldn’t hold shadows though.

This was not proof read much~

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[chiisana-sukima]

What's your opinion on the take that Sam is always running away?

The short answer is I think spn's ethics are insane.

The longer answer is that if you did a rewatch and counted up all the times that Sam objectively "runs away" from a problem/his family/etc and all the times Dean "runs away" from the same, I'm not sure who would actually win. But I do think the narrative frames Sam as the one who runs, and that, over the long term, it treats "running away" as his cardinal sin.

For example, when Dean runs away from his mistakes in Road Trip, the narrative does frame that as immature and self-destructive, and punishes him with the Mark of Cain. But by s11, this is reframed briefly as a "we" problem in s11a (Sam: "if we don't change, right now, all of our crap is just gonna keep repeating itself") and then never held against Dean personally thereafter. Whereas Sam's equivalent attempt at running away--the s4 demon blood arc--continues to be held against him by the narrative until at least 13x21 (Cas: we let Lucifer out of the Cage.)

Even more interestingly, at least to me, with the exception of Stanford, the narrative also tends to treat Dean's episodes of running away from Sam as "abandoning" him, but Sam's episodes of running away from Dean as "betraying" Dean.

This is Dean abandoning Sam to his fate as Lucifer's vessel. The narrative punishment is extreme, but not only does Dean get a do over in the same episode and it never comes up again, but the quote is remembered by fandom primarily as a quote about how close they are. And I do think that's borne out by the narrative. If Dean abandons Sam, the world will literally end.

Meanwhile though:

When Sam screws up with Dean, he's betraying him. The problem isn't just that Sam is an addict or that he ran away from Dean's attempt to forcibly detox him for his own somewhat questionable "good", but that he did so with a demon whore. It's portrayed as a personal betrayal in a way that Dean abandoning Sam to Lucifer is not.

In some ways, Sam is even the more steadfast brother. He may physically leave Dean at times but he never stops believing in Dean's capacity for good. When it's his turn to lock Dean in the panic room because Dean gives up and runs to destruction at the hands of Michael, he doesn't do it. And in the Mark of Cain arc, he affirms that even if Dean kills him, he accepts it as necessary and still believes Dean is a good man.

Which brings me to spn's ethics and fandom's response.

If there's one single thing that spn is entirely, completely, one hundred percent consistent on, it's that tumblr is wrong. You can't just walk out; leaving is always wrong and will usually end the world. It's wrong if it's temporarily for the evening because you'd like to have Thanksgiving dinner and your family doesn't do that, or for four years because you want to go to college, or for forever because all your remaining loved ones have been killed before your eyes, or if it's only a partial withdrawal because you want better boundaries in the face of years of violence and autonomy violations. (To be clear, spn thinks the violence and autonomy violations are wrong too; it's just especially adamant that the only appropriate response is self-sacrifice.) The only reason Sam is finally allowed to temporarily leave in the finale is because he so obviously no longer wants to.

And all of this, to be completely blunt, is batshit fucking crazy. And I mean that in the clinical technical sense of the word. As a system of ethics it's an enormous mess, as a behavioral guide it's guaranteed to result in inappropriate assignment of blame and unnecessary suffering, and it's hard to interpret it all for me personally as anything but a response to trauma.

I do think that on an emotional level there's something wildly compelling about it though, and it's fiction, after all, so there's nothing wrong with it as a fantasy. The idea that if only you could prove your loyalty strongly enough your family would finally accept you, flaws and all, is an impossible wish many of us have spent a lot of our real lives trying to actualize. And seeing it happen on screen when it can't happen irl can be cathartic, much like revenge stories can be cathartic even though irl revenge is a terrible idea. The vibes are, in short, without flaw.

The thing that's hard for me though is remembering that everyone irl grows at their own speed. Not everyone is in a position to cleanly separate their emotional enjoyment of a plotline or theme from their intellectual calculus about whether or not it makes any fucking sense--especially when those plotlines or themes are about violence, betrayal, abandonment, and abuse. And it's hard for me to remember sometimes that huge swathes of meta aren't actually the result of [insert negative judgement here] but are just reflective of a different series of experiences than the ones I happen to have had.

Honestly I find it frustrating. I wish people would be better about separating out what the story is saying from what they think of that message themselves. I feel like the format of fandom meta is often kind of a disaster. It adopts an authoritative, academic tone, but is usually actually used to express personal feelings and wishes without acknowledging that it's doing that.

It's not that I think people should have to disclose their personal experiences to write meta--on the contrary, sometimes that's helpful but sometimes it just makes it worse. Rather, I wish people would get in the habit of using more "I" statements and acknowledging their subjectivity more overtly. Back in the days when dinos roamed the earth and I was an undergrad, I learned that the use of the third person passive voice in academic writing is a political choice. It grants the illusion of more authority and objectivity than actually exists. I wish fandom would take up my professor's call to abandon it to some extent and say "I feel hurt that Sam left Dean alone with John to go to college" rather than "Sam is always running away".

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Regarding your Death Deity!Reader, I wanna see their relationship with Lucifer. Are they friends, associates, or just simply acquaintances? Do they respect each other when they meet and go on, or do they stay to have a chat with one another?

Oooh! Yes! Thank you for this ask!

Lucifer & God of Death! Reader

So, to start, the relationships between supernatural beings can be weird.

For example, Lucifer's "mistake" is the reason you exist.

Making him technically your father-equivalent.

But, also, he had no direct hand in your "birth".

So technically, you're not related to him at all.

But also also, you were created by the same Creator who created Lucifer.

Making you technically siblings.

With all that in mind, you have a neutral-positive view of Lucifer.

Without him, you wouldn't exist, but also without him, you wouldn't be so busy all the time.

Still, you know he didn't mean any harm, so you're generally friendly with him whenever you cross paths.

Lucifer's views on you, however, are a different story.

He sees you as one of the worse side-effects of his meddling.

Without you, people wouldn't die.

But he also understands that you're a temporary solution to the problem of evil and suffering.

And he recognizes that you try to be a positive in his life.

He just wishes he could stop being uncomfortable around you.

All this adds up to your meetings being a little awkward.

For example, because you're so busy, the last time you saw Lucifer was before he and Lilith split up.

So when you meet up with him during your vacation, and you ask how his wife's doing...

He has to awkwardly tell you that they've been split up for quite some time.

That's what you get when you don't see someone for a thousand years, you ask accidentally sensitive questions because you're not up-to-date on their life.

Your relationship's improved since you both got on-board with Charlie's project, though.

What can I say? Charlie brings out the best in both of you.

Where he used to barely politely acknowledge you when you crossed paths, the two of you now strike up friendly conversation.

It's refreshing, since you're usually met with wariness, fear, or, worst of all, psychotic devotion. You really hate the people who worship you...

These days, you like to call Lucifer a friend.

[devilmen-collector]

Did Satan rip MC's talisman out of selfishness?

So, recently, I saw that some players are upset about Satan's actions in the first part of Ppyongs/Juno's L card story. However, Satan's actions don't come from him being selfish. So I'm writing this post to analyze and explain his actions.

Also, as an F2P player, I don't have Juno's card and can't read his story, the images come from the YouTube video. The credit I'll put at the end of the post.

Firstly, I'll summarize the story. Spoilers alert.

On April Fool's Day, weird things happen to Hell and every habitants of Hell. The weird things vary and are different from devils to devils, they are also unpredictable. Zagan sticks talismans on everyone, these talismans can predict the weird thing that will happen to each devil. Devils can choose to accept it or not. Of not, they rip the talisman. However, they have to suffer another weird thing instead. As MC is living in Hell, they have a weird thing happening to them too. Zagan's talisman on MC says that MC can return to Earth. Satan grabs the talisman before MC or Sitri can. After reading it, he rips it and teleports away (teleportation is what Satan gets for his April Fool's).

So the problem is this. Many believe that Satan refuses to let MC return to visit their only family, Minhyeok, for one day. But I don't think so.

We'll begin with the reaction of the devils right after reading what the talisman says.

Their first reaction is worry. Why? Because to return to Earth, MC will have to leave Hell, where the devils can protect MC best. Remember, there's currently a great war between Heaven and Hell, dozens or even hundreds of devils die every day, because of the attack of the angels. It's a fact recognized in the main story that after the appearance of MC, angel's attacks begins to focus on wherever MC goes.

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Gehenna has always been the focus of angel's attack since ages, because of Satan and his citizens' attitude. Gehenna is the first county MC stays when they come to Hell, so the change isn't noticeable. But when MC goes to Hades, the country began to receive more attack than usual, even Michael himself comes down. In the Halloween event, it's said that usually, only Gabriel comes down to attack Hell directly, Michael and Raphael rarely show their faces. So wherever MC goes, that place will receive unwanted attention and will be attacked more. And Earth isn't the place where MC can be best protected by devils.

Furthermore, it's weird thing happening to Hell. So I don't think MC will come back to Earth normal way, using teleportation place of Hell, but get ty teleported randomly to Earth. The talisman only says "return to Earth", it doesn't specify where. MC could end up in dangerous places, like in a desert with no water, or in the territory of a crocodile, or in the middle of the ocean. Again, the talisman doesn't specify where. It's a misconception that MC will be back to spend time with Minhyeok.

Also, if MC is back to Earth, MC will be out of Hell and will be out of the influence of the law of April Fool's Day. Any weird things happening on April Fool for devils will be reverted back to normal when the days ends. But because MC is out of Hell, that law no longer applies, and MC's return is not guaranteed. I think it's like you board a flight from your home country to country A. You already bought a ticket for a returning flight. But something happens at country A and they invalidate your ticket. And now you can't return to your home.

While pondering what to do, Sitri says they are concerned with your best interest. Remember devils cannot lie, except Lucifer, Gamigin (who isn't technically a devil), Leviathan and the Hades devils. Sitri can doubt because he studied in Hades, but he can't lie, just like any other Gehenna devils. So they are having your best interest when making the decision with your talisman, just like they said.

As for Satan teleporting away right after tearing MC's talisman. The text makes it sound like Satan gain an ability that he can control. But I don't think so. It's the rule of the April Fool's Day that you can't avoid the weird thing happening to you. If Satan decided not to use his teleportation ability and proceeded the day as normal, the law would fail. All the weird things happening are things that the devils can't avoid (like Ppyong gaining his handsome form, Paimon with animal ears, Sitri showing doubt, Leraye saying whatever is in his head). It's not something optional. So either Satan has no control of his teleportation or he has to use it after a certain period of time. And he can't bring MC with him either. I just can't imagine Satan not spending time with MC of his own volition.

Satan is possesive, yes, but he isn't a jerk who doesn't consider MC's feeling and emotion. It's he who invites Minhyeok to Hell in the Halloween event, just because MC says they want to see Minhyeok.

Credit

Images of the Ppyong's L card story come from Juno P unholy board story pt 1, Hiki channel, 04/06/2024

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Lucifer, as the Avatar of Pride, does not believe in admitting failure, weakness or imperfection. He will always try to fight until his very last breath, before ever admitting or showing a sign of weakness. He strongly believes that one’s pride and strength is all they are, and that admitting defeat, in any way, will ruin the only thing that they are. So to answer your question: He will always try to fight. He would rather die than surrender, even during hopeless battles.

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↬|Mammon|

While Mammon prefers not to get his hands dirty while fighting, if he is forced into a situation where he must defend himself, the second-born will fight to the bitter end and not hesitate to resort to violence if necessary. As a demon, his primary means of self-defense is summoning his demonic powers and attacking his enemies with powerful, supernatural abilities, and he is also a fan of summoning minions to do the fighting for him. As for self-inflicted wounds, like most demons, Mammon doesn't experience pain in the same way as humans do, so he doesn't really suffer from self-inflicted injuries.

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↬|Leviathan|

Oh man, you really know how to get to the heart of the matter, huh? Well, if we're talking about battle or self-inflicted? That's kind of like the age-old question of whether to fight or die, isn't it? If it's just a matter of fighting or dying, then it's obvious. But if there's a choice involved, it's a lot harder. In that case, I'd say Levi would probably choose self-inflicted. He's not much for fighting, you know. He'd probably rather just stay home and watch anime.

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↬|Satan|

As the Avatar of Wrath, he's trained to use violence to control his emotions, so he usually chooses to fight. As for self-inflicted, he hasn't considered it in a long time, so he has no opinion on it.

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↬|Asmodeus|

Whenever Asmodeus is having a mental breakdown or is just upset in general, it's usually quite obvious because he would lock himself up in his room and throw a tantrum, but his tantrums are more on the self-destructive side, where he would usually do some stuff that's mentally harmful... Usually a lot of the brothers try to help him, especially Beel and Mammon, and it usually works. So.. battle or self-inflicted? More on the.. self-inflicted one.

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↬|Beelzebub|

Beel is known for being gluttonous, so he may not be the type to choose battle if given the choice. He usually enjoys the thrill of eating lots of food and resting after consuming a large amount. However, under certain circumstances, such as his family or friends being threatened, Beel can also become extremely ruthless and powerful in battle. He can transform into his full demon form and unleash his magical powers. Overall, Beel's preferences vary depending on the situation, but he is primarily drawn to consuming food and indulging in the satisfaction that comes with it.

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↬|Belphegor|

If given the choice between battling and self-inflicted harm, Belphegor would definitely choose battle. He is a natural born fighter and enjoys the intensity of a good battle. However, he may also turn to self-inflicted harm if the battle becomes too overwhelming or if he feels like he has exhausted all other options.

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↬|Diavolo|

Diavolo was often challenged by his subordinates to see who was the strongest demon in the Devildom. He never backed down from a challenge and was never defeated in battle. But As the future King of the Devildom, Diavolo felt immense pressure to uphold the image of the prince, leading to frequent self-inflicted wounds, especially when he was unable to solve problems with his intellect alone.

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Barbatos is likely to choose battle over self-inflicted harm, as he is a skilled and seasoned warrior. He is well-versed in combat and possesses powerful abilities that he has honed over centuries of fighting. Additionally, as a butler and the advisor for the ruler of Devildom, he sees it as his duty to fight and protect those he serves, even at the cost of his own safety. It is also important to note that Barbatos has a sense of self-preservation and does not wish to cause needless harm to himself.

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He's always been a gentle soul and tries to avoid conflict as much as possible, though he has been known to defend himself when provoked, and his skills are considerable. He would generally try to resolve disputes through dialogue rather than violence. If given the choice between inflicting harm on himself and others, he would always prefer to harm himself, reflecting his selfless nature.

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↬|Solomon|

In a battle, he would always prioritize victory over his own safety. He firmly believes that the outcome of a conflict is of greater importance than the safety of any individual involved. This means that he will not hesitate to make sacrifices if necessary or even risk his own life to ensure victory. In terms of self-inflicted harm, he would never cause harm to himself as he does not wish to end his own life. However, he may sometimes feel compelled to take risks or push himself beyond his limits in order to achieve a desired outcome.

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tw (depression)

hello would you be interested in writing about sinner!Adam becoming best friend with a touch averse kind of depressed male sinner!reader who works at the hazbin hotel (and is secretly touch starved) and then starting to have a crush on him cause he’s the only one who doesn’t want to kill him on sight and he’s able to babysit him and care for him without asking for anything in return. Maybe the friendship process and how Adam tries to flirt with him? Sorry for the wall of text and thanks

Okay so reader being touch starved is only heavily implied by Adam constantly touching him, hope that works! Also never apologize for being specific when it comes to requests - the longer the better <3 also his flirting is low-key awkward bc I headcanon Adam to not do well with rejection - especially when he's seriously interested in someone.

Part 2

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, mentions & symptoms of depression

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam hated everything down there in hell, from the hotel, over its residents all the way to Lucifer. He deeply hated every single sinner in this shithole and his heart longed for the safe walls of heaven that protected him from the filth. And the worst part was that he wasn’t even able to fully relax when he spent his days at the hotel, how could he when everyone wanted him dead - even Charlie, not that she’d ever admit let alone act on it.

But then there was you, a random guy Adam had never noticed before. He had not seen you during the battle, or maybe he had seen you and had just been too busy to focus on a sinner as unimportant as you. But now that he called the hotel his home, he was quite grateful for your company. Because while hell itself sucked and caused waves of tiredness and sadness to wash over him every now and then, you were the one that could get rid of those gray rain clouds for him. You weren’t a sunshine like Charlie, the exact opposite was the case. You had your fair share of problems to deal with, one of said problems was the fact that you suffered from depression - not that this illness would make you special or whatever, many people in hell suffered from it. Hell and depression sort of came in a package deal. Yet Adam made it a little easier to deal with - a thing you had never ever imagined you’d admit to.

A nice thing that came hand in hand with the friendship that grew between you and Adam was how touchy the first man was, he somehow had his hands on you constantly. When he’d walk past you he’d ruffle your hair, when you were sitting on the couch he would sit down next to you only to pull you in his lap and play with your hair. It was nice to have someone to cuddle with on a casual basis, though sometimes you longed for more, more than just friendship, something more intimate. But you weren’t sure if you had the energy for that.

Adam on the other hand longed for the same thing, he made it very obvious that he was interested in you, he would listen to your problems - or at least pretent to do so, because sometimes your problems were fucking boring in his eyes. But he’d hold you in his arms while you talked about things that kept you up at night, no matter if he was listening or not. And that alone seemed to help, at least Adam thought it did by the way you acted. And while the first man tried to act on the feelings he had for you, you made it quite hard for him to actually do so. “Y’know” he casually hummed as he headed towards the kitchen with you sitting on his shoulders. That was a thing you had talked him into at the beginning of your friendship, whenever you felt too tired to walk for yourself you’d ask him to carry you and usually he did so. Sometimes - though that rarely happened - he was too tired himself and would simply refuse to get up at all. “We should give this LuLu world bullshit a fucking try,” he continued as he headed for the fridge. You looked down onto him, a little confused by his statement. “Why?” Adam shrugged his shoulders, his hands grabbed a hold of your legs so you wouldn’t fall as he did. “Why the fuck not? It’s not like this shithole of a fucking hotel has anything to offer.” And while he had a point, you simply saw no reason to visit LuLu world. It was bright, loud and full of people, that didn’t sound very fun to you. “Pass, “ you mumbled as you opened the fridge and looked for something to eat, the brunette sighed loudly, “Fucking c’mon shithead, I’ll be fucking fun.” You shook your head though, “Been there once, it wasn’t fun at all.”The first man reached for a plate of ribs that you had prepared for him a couple hours ago and handed you a bowl of chocolate pudding, “If you say so.” And with that the topic was through and Adam had to come up with yet another idea to invite you on a date.

As Adam turned around to head back to his room he shrieked and backed off against the counter. Niffty was standing in the door frame to the kitchen, a little needle in her hand as she giggled at the sight of Adam. “Lemme down, I’ll put her away,” you mumbled with your mouth full of chocolate pudding and made grabby hands for the brunette to put you back on your own feet, the taller male that was carrying you on your shoulders though shook his head, “No fucking way I let you near that little bitch.” You however simply patted his hair and climbed off his shoulders yourself so that you could head over to Niffty and get that little gremlin out of the way. “Nif,” you hummed in a soft tone as you kneeled down next to the small demon, offering her a small smile. The redhead jumped up and down on the spot in excitement, teasingly pointing the sharp end of the needle in Adam’s direction. You were quick to take that weapon from her, “Nuh uh, I told ya we leave the big guy alone.” Adam raised an eyebrow at that, wondering when the fuck you had spoken to Niffty about anything that involved him, he could not recall a memory like that and therefore figured you must have done that without his knowledge. Kinda cute, that he had to admit. “Awww, but he looks so funny when I threaten him;” the small demon cried out in disappointment, clearly not happy with the decision you had made for her. “Doesn’t matter, he’s off the table Nif, we leave him be,” you explained once more and while not happy with that result, the redhead accepted her fate and took off.

“C’mere you fucking bitch,” the brunette mumbled and you were just about to ask him what he was talking about, but before you could his arms wrapped around your body and you were lifted onto his shoulders again, “Stay away from the fucking impure filth.” That earned the first man a slap on the back of his head and before he could open his mouth to complain you spoke, “I’m filth too, just as impure as the other cunts here.” Adam was quick to disagree,”No you’re fucking not, otherwise I wouldn’t fucking carry you around like you’re the most divine fucker God had ever created.” And while you wanted to argue, there was truly no point, so you simply decided to go along with his point of view.

“Also,” Adam whispered as he was heading back to his hotel room with you still on his shoulders, “That stunt of yours? Fucking badass.” In confusion you asked the brunette, “What stunt are we talking about?” He tapped your knee nervously as Husk walked past you, he waited until the bartender was gone before he responded, “Standing up to that demon bitch.” In reality it had been less impressive, but Adam liked the fact that you had talked to that little girl about leaving him alone and this was his way of saying thank you - it wasn’t a very good way, but that didn’t matter. “I didn’t stand up to her, I-” Adam interrupted you, his voice echoed through the empty hallway as his voice sounded louder than he had intended it to, “Just take the fucking compliment, for God’s sake.” - “Thanks,” you simply responded and gently patted his cheek as you playfully added, “Next time you can just call me hot, I can take compliments if they’re actually voiced as such.” And despite the fact that you weren’t able to see Adam’s cheeks heating up and turning red, you felt them heating up under your touch. “Shut the fuck up, I dunno what the hell you’re talking ‘bout,” he mumbled as he tilted his head downwards, you left this uncommented. If he needed time to admit to his feelings fully, you were okay with that. You have spent your entire afterlife in this hellhole, waiting for someone to save you. Now that a certain someone had arrived and was willing to save you, you were willing to wait for him. And while you did so, you would be able to work on yourself so that you would be ready for him when he decided to take the first step. “You are though,” the words of the brunette drowned your thoughts out and you looked down on him, a big question mark on your face as you asked, “What?” Adam sighed and rolled his eyes, “Hot, dipshit, you’re fucking hot.” Now that was sooner than you had thought he’d admit it out loud, but you took it as it came. “I’m aware,” you hummed, a proud smile on your lips as Adam entered his room and carelessly pushed the door close using his wing, “So are you.”

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This isn't a problem

Prologue:Amid end-of-the-world chaos and supernatural threats, a very human problem unexpectedly arises. How will Dean and the reader face something so normal—and yet so life-changing?

After Sam and Dean stopped the apocalypse, I really believed we’d finally get some peace. I mean, without the father of all evil around, who could possibly torment us? If you guessed “the mother,” you’re right.

“The Mother of All,” as we came to know her, started out as just a rumor. We didn’t even know if she was real—or even possible. But the string of strange events that followed proved otherwise.

It all happened so fast. It wasn’t like Lucifer’s rise, carefully planned and executed. No, she hit like a tidal wave, no warning, just pure destruction for anyone in her path. Which meant... we had work to do.

Whenever something threatens humanity, we’re the ones called in. Especially Sam and Dean. I don’t usually get involved in the physical stuff—I’m much better at finding things no one else can. A photographic memory kind of makes me a walking encyclopedia of all things supernatural. But hand-to-hand combat? Not exactly my strong suit.

Still, I’d never let the boys face something that dangerous alone. Especially not after what I found out last week.

Dean and I were together for nearly five years. It started with banter and teasing, but eventually, we got tired of the games and gave in. We had our ups and downs—he wanted out of the hunting life at one point, and I knew I was too tied to it to ever really let go.

Then came Lisa. That broke me. While he played house with her, I worked alongside soulless Sam for almost a year. Dean had left the life behind, and I told myself I didn’t tell him Sam was alive because I was respecting his wishes—but honestly? It was payback. I wanted him to feel the same betrayal I did when I watched him move on so quickly after Sam "died."

When Dean finally found out Sam was alive, things slowly returned to normal—well, except for the whole “missing soul” issue. I was one of the first to notice something was off. I tried talking to Grandpa Samuel, but he brushed me off, saying hell changes people. But I knew better. Dean had been to hell too, and he never lost who he was.

It took time—and a lot of sacrifice—but we got Sam’s soul back. And during all that, Dean and I found our way back to each other. He admitted his time with Lisa wasn’t just a fling; he cared about her. But he also knew it was more about escaping and keeping a promise than building a life.

When we reconnected, I decided to take things slow. No labels. My heart was still bruised, and only I knew how much I’d suffered after our breakup. Dean was understanding, though he thought it was silly to waste more time when we both knew we were meant to be.

After the chaos that came with Eve, I thought things couldn’t get more complicated. Then I saw the positive result on the pregnancy test I’d taken just to be sure.

This couldn’t be happening. I’d been with Dean for five years and never got pregnant—why now?

It’s been two days since the positive, and I still haven’t told him. Maybe now isn’t the right time. Dean’s already got enough on his plate. Apparently, so do I—because we’re all gathered in Bobby’s living room, and I only snapped back to reality when Sam raised his voice.

“Hey. You okay? You kind of zoned out.” My friend—and future baby uncle—asked with concern in his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good, Sam. Go on.”

“Now that we have the phoenix ash, we need to find Eve,” Sam continued.

“Right. I’ll start digging.” I agreed and left the room to grab my laptop from the guest room.

“Hey, beautiful. Are you really okay?” Dean asked from the doorway. I hadn’t even noticed he’d followed me.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

“Why don’t you get some sleep and start researching later?” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“We don’t have time for that, Dean. While we sit here talking, who knows what that psycho’s up to out there.”

“Well, once we deal with her, I’ll give you a full-body massage as a reward,” he said with that cocky grin.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you, Winchester?”

Dean smiled and kissed me gently before pulling away.

“I’ll let you work. I know I’m not great for focus.”

“You know what I love most about you, Dean? Your modesty,” I teased as he left the room laughing.

Dean Winchester has a way of making all the weight on my shoulders vanish with just a few words. I started digging into the research, but frustration quickly took over. After almost an hour of getting nowhere, I slammed the laptop shut. For the first time in years, I found nothing. No leads. I felt useless. This was the one thing I was supposed to be good at—finding what no one else could—and I hit a wall.

I went down to the basement where everyone else was. Dean was fussing with shotgun shells filled with phoenix ash. As soon as I stepped in, all eyes turned to me.

“Got nothing,” I said sharply, catching them off guard. “I have an idea though... but we’ll need Cas.”

We usually only called Castiel when things were truly out of human hands. But this time, I just couldn’t find the answers.

“All right,” Sam said gently, resting a hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe it’s time you call him,” Bobby told Dean.

“Why is it always me? It’s not like he’s always breathing down my neck or—” Before Dean could finish, Castiel appeared right behind him, absolutely crushing his personal space. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cas! Personal space, man!” Dean jumped.

“I wasn’t—” Castiel looked genuinely confused, which made it even funnier.

Then, suddenly, Castiel’s expression shifted as he looked directly at me. His head tilted slightly, confusion giving way to realization. He stepped closer, his gaze narrowing. “Hi, Cas,” I greeted.

He looked straight at me and leaned in close to whisper, “Do they know?”

“Shut up,” I muttered back.

No one noticed our little exchange—except Bobby, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Any leads on Eve?” Cas asked the group.

“No. I tried everything. She’s hiding,” I admitted.

“She’s hidden from all the angels too,” Cas added.

“Great,” Dean muttered.

Honestly? That made me feel better. If even the angels couldn’t find her, I didn’t feel so useless. I suggested we reach out to some of the more “friendly” monsters we’d met over the years—Eve was reaching out to all her “children,” after all. Maybe they’d know something.

It took a while, but Cas brought us Lenore, a vampire girl Sam and Dean had once saved. She looked awful—filthy and terrified.

She told us Eve was in Oregon—and that she knew we were coming. After helping us, Lenore asked the boys to kill her. None of us were okay with it. Except Cas, who touched her forehead and let her lifeless, twisted body drop to the floor.

It was disturbing—but we had to keep moving.

Once we reached the town, Cas lost his powers. Apparently, being near the Mother of All blocked him. Things just kept getting worse. People were going missing. The boys found corpses—tons of them—including a pile of duplicate bodies of a missing boy. One "copy" of the boy was still alive, but barely. Seeing him sick, surrounded by corpses of himself, coughing like he’d shatter, made me run out and throw up.

Cas followed and put a hand on my back as I sat on the curb, shaking.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his eyes piercing through me, even powerless.

“I have to be here, Cas. I’m part of this.”

“You’re pregnant. If Eve finds out, she’ll use that against you.”

“She won’t—if you keep your mouth shut.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the boys came out of the house, and he held back.

The kid’s info led us to a bar, where Dean called the creatures we fought “Jefferson Starships”—a stupid name for some really nasty monsters.

Somehow, we ended up cuffed—everyone but Dean. At the station, Sam noticed the eyes of the officers shining on the security cams. “Jefferson Starships!” he shouted, and he and Bobby jumped into action. I was taken down in ten seconds flat, crashing into a desk with a sharp pain in my back. My first thought wasn’t even the pain—it was the baby.

Dean showed up just in time to help them kill two creatures and capture the third for interrogation. I sat in silence, still shaken.

“You okay? I saw you get hurt,” Cas said, coming over.

“I suck at this fighting stuff, you know that.”

“That’s not why you’re worried.”

“You think something happened?” I whispered.

“If I had my powers, I’d know. But right now—I don’t.”

While Bobby interrogated the Starship, Sam and Dean returned with two boys. One of them wasn’t talking at all. The guys decided to drop them with their only known relative. I agreed. Cas hated the idea. Bobby didn’t argue—he knew it was pointless.

While we waited, Cas tortured the creature until it gave up Eve’s location. Turned out it was the same diner we’d stopped at when we arrived.

“Look, there’s gonna be a fight in there. You should stay in the car,” Dean said.

I wanted to argue—but after what happened at the station, something shifted in me. Nothing mattered more than protecting that baby now.

“Okay,” I said simply.

Dean looked surprised. Usually I’d fight him on it. He didn’t question it though—just kissed me and joined the others.

I listened as they talked, then watched Sam and Dean go inside. A few minutes later, the windows were covered, and my stomach dropped.

Cas and Bobby were ready to go in when we were ambushed by demons. I tried to hide, but they knew I was there. Two dragged me out of the car. There was nothing I could do.

They forced us into the diner. Sam and Dean sat inside, tense. The woman—Eve—looked like their mom now. She smiled at us.

“Well, there goes your Plan B.”

She kept pushing them, trying to get them to work for her. Dean refused every time.

“I’ll kill everyone you love, Dean. Including your girl—and the little Winchester she’s carrying.” She smiled as Dean’s eyes filled with confusion. “Oh? Did I spoil the surprise?”

Dean was stunned. I could see the panic. I locked eyes with him.

“Do what you have to do, Dean. We trust you.”

Suddenly, her hand was around my neck, choking me.

Dean snapped. Everything happened so fast—Eve bit him. It should’ve been a disaster—but it was the answer. She started to die. Dean smirked, telling her he drank phoenix ash in his whiskey.

Once she was gone, Cas regained his powers, wiped out the demons, and healed Dean. Then he flew us to the boys’ relatives’ house—only to find everyone murdered by demons. Crawley might still be alive.

It had been a brutal night. I could barely stand when we got back to Bobby’s. He let us crash there to recover.

Dean was silent the whole way back, but I could feel the questions boiling inside him. Before he could say anything, I went to the guest room and sat on the bed. It didn’t take long before he followed and closed the door behind him.

“Is it true?” he whispered. I nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was trying to process it. I didn’t even know how I felt—how could I handle your reaction?”

“What reaction were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, Dean. You’ve already got enough to worry about.”

“Yeah, but this? This isn’t a problem.”

“A baby in the middle of all this? It is a problem. I’m scared out of my mind!”

Dean sighed and sat next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll protect this kid.”

“I don’t even know if it’s okay, Dean.”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t see it. Those things—Starships—they threw me across the station.”

Dean’s eyes widened. He hadn’t seen it happen.

Then Cas appeared in the middle of the room.

“The baby’s fine,” he said calmly. “I can see now. I just wanted to give you two a moment.”

And just like that—he vanished.

I exhaled in relief, finally meeting Dean’s eyes. He had a small smile on his lips.

“I always wanted to be a dad.”

“Well, I hope you remember that when it’s your turn for 3 a.m. diaper duty,” I teased.

Dean laughed, the sound a little rough but genuine.

“See? You’re already getting your humor back. Told you—we’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”

I let myself lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, grounding me in a world that rarely gave us solid ground.

“For the first time in a long time,” I whispered, “I actually believe that.”

He kissed the top of my head, arms tightening around me like he never wanted to let go.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because this kid’s already got one hell of a family.”

Outside the door, the world was still dangerous, uncertain. But in that room—in that moment—it felt like maybe, just maybe, we had a future worth fighting for.

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Hey thanks for reading. I was thinking about writing a part two, let me know if you're interested.

XO

[writingisart-yes]

Game #5: Lucifer’s Easy, Alastor’s Impossible

Shitty week=Angst

If I have to suffer through shit, then my protagonist can suffer through worse shit to make me feel simultaneously better and worse. The beginning is pretty chill though.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 3.5 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Game 8 Game 9

I hate Alastor. All because of that stupid trust fall shit, I can't even prank him properly anymore. Every time I try to think of something I go back to that moment and I can't even prank him anymore. Ugh! Why is it affecting me so much in the first place? He's just some stupid, random ass man. Stupid, random man with an attractive ass-

I don't want to think of him anymore!

On other news, Lucifer Morningstar is visiting the hotel. I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up in a sort of rizz war back when I first met him.

I remember initiating it because I found him hot. Then I found out he had a wife. Sure, their relationship had been on pause for seven years, but still. Any sexual feelings I had? Buried six feet under. The rizz war, however, persisted as a platonic way to be mess with each other. We had obvious boundaries and we held them.

When I heard Charlie’s father was coming over, I was ecstatic. I needed a win, and winning against Alastor was hard, but Lucifer. Lucifer was easy. He was a fucking cinnamonroll. He was little awkwardness, a lot of kindness, and just a sprinkle of apprehension. In other words, easy prey.

I helped Charlie and the other residents clean and decorate the hotel with a vigor that was usually unseen from me in Hotel activities. I was having an adrenaline rush just thinking about the ways I could fluster him.

“Wow! You’re really efficient when you wanna be.” Charlie exclaimed as she processed the now clean foyer that was a mess 20 minutes ago. I smiled at her, but before I could answer, Charlie was already rushing to the door.

Yes! It’s time to torment the devil himself.

“Chaaaarlie!” Lucifer exclaimed enveloping the poor girl into a bone crushing hug. I noticed Alastor standing right behind them, his left eye twitching. Not in amusement—no, his usual grin was just a little too tight, his posture stiff, like he was biting back a comment. Huh. Weird.

Whatever. Alastor’s weird mood isn’t my problem today.

Once Charlie escapes the hug, she throws her arms out and declares, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” with such flair, I half-wonder if she’s been taking lessons from Alastor.

Lucifer greets the pets first, Keke, Razzle, and Dazzle, but when he sets his eyes on the bar, I decide it’s time I get his attention. “OH! What in the unholy hell is that?!” Lucifer recoils in disgust. Is everyone in Hell this much of a Drama Queen?

“Tsk, tsk, Lucifer. I expected more from the King of Hell. Afraid of a little… ambiance?” I stepped in front of him, tilting my head with a grin. “I mean, I get it—the skulls, the antlers, the soul velvet? Very intimidating.” I nodded as if convincing myself. “But don’t worry, babe.” I slung an arm around his shoulders. “I’ll protect you.” I flashed a toothy grin, one that practically screamed I’ll eat you for dinner.

I guess I’m a drama queen too. Maybe I should stop hanging out with Alastor so much.

Y-Y/n,” Lucifer stammered, but there was a flicker of something else beneath his flustered expression—something amused, intrigued even. His gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary before he shook his head, like snapping himself out of it.

Regaining some composure once he realized it was me Lucifer hit back. “I didn’t know you were this desperate for my attention,” he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips. “This is cute. I feel like an older sibling indulging their little sister’s antics.”

Before I could fire back, Charlie cut in, voice edged with unease. “Do you guys know each other?” Charlie asked, her voice edged with unease. She looked between us like she was connecting dots that didn’t exist.

The thought alone sent me hurling down a cliff of laughter. I had to grip the bar counter just to stay upright. “Charlie—Gods, no—” I wheezed. “Your reactions are gold!”

Lucifer was obviously flustered as he quickly shut her assumption down. “No! No! Nothing like that!” He was waving his arms frantically. “If I entertained this kind of thing, Lilith would have me sleeping on a bed of nails.”

Then, Alastor suddenly stepped forward, his presence swallowing the space between me and Lucifer before I could get another word in. His grin was still wide, still sharp, but his eyes? They weren’t on Lucifer anymore. They were on me.

I found my breath hitching. I want to take him to bed so bad. Is my rut season getting closer or something? I feel like a horny teenager.

“Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?” Alastor asked, radio static mingling with his words. His voice felt sharper than usual.

”And you are?” Lucifer asked dryly.

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure!” Alastor shakes Lucifers hand and wipes his own on his tailored suit. How do I know it’s tailored? Oh yeah, I’ve been fucking him with my eyes since the trust exercise. “It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”

The audacity. Even I don’t comment on Lucifer’s height. I just use it to my advantage when rizzing him up.

“Who is this? Who is this now? Are you the bellhop?” Lucifer laughed.

“Haha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“Hmm. Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel! Hahaha.”

“Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea.”

“Ha ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!”

“Ha ha! Fuck you.”

Oh shit. By now they were so close I thought they were going to kiss. And Alastor cussing? Well damn. Not even I get that. I applaud you Lucifer.

Charlie stepped in, although I might have preferred to watch them fight and fuck. ”Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.”

I tuned the rest of it out and headed to Angel. “I can’t believe Alastor cussed.” I whispered.

“It was a surprise, but I think he did it for you, don’t ya?” Angel wiggled his brows.

I shot him a look. “Me? The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Angel grinned. “Oh, sweetheart. You really don’t see it?” He glanced over at Alastor, who had positioned himself at the bar, back turned, radio static barely humming. “He was steamin’ when you flirted with Lucifer.”

I thought Alastor snapped his neck with how fast he turned to send Angel a glare. Huh. Well that’s interesting.

I snorted and lowered my voice. “Alastor? Please. He doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Angel just gave me a knowing look. “Mmm. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

I scoffed. “Well even if he does I don’t feel that way about him. I just think about him far more than I would like.” Angel raised a brow. “Shut up.” I grumbled. “Maybe I want to fuck him, but that’s where it ends.”

“Well if you fuck him, then I don’t think you’re going to be able to fuck anyone else again.” He snorts. It was true. The sentence made my heart beat.

It didn’t feel wonderous like when I was risking my life or health. It wasn’t the good type of adrenaline. It was more like that feeling when you know you’re going to lose something. I don’t think I could stay away from Alastor. Maybe for now, but never forever.

I found myself spiraling. I kept thinking about it. Glaring at the floor. If Alastor truly wants me, would I ever have a chance at escaping? I know I could never settle down. Love doesn’t exist. It gets boring after having sex a couple of times.

Maybe Angel’s reading it wrong. I’m giving myself too much credit. I am hardly a drug. There are so many other women that would satisfy him better anyways. Wait. What the fuck? When did this turn into satisfying him? I don’t want to satisfy him!

Suddenly the chandelier falls, scaring the fuck out of me and dragging my dumbass out of my thoughts. I jumped like 10 feet in the air. What. The. FUCK.

“Do you know how not to show off?!” I yelled at Lucifer. A bit pissed he ruined my ruminations.

He ignored me and the motherfucker started a fucking musical battle with Alastor. Whatever.

How the hell could I be falling in love? There’s no way after, what? 28 years of being aromantic would lead to me just abandoning principals in a few months of knowing some random ass man.

I stormed upstairs, but it didn’t help. My thoughts ran too fast. Too loud. He’s like my father. No, that’s ridiculous. Alastor’s just… Manipulative. Controlling. No—he’s different. He doesn’t— Possessive. I reached my room, but my hands were shaking as I slammed the door behind me. I pressed my back against it, breath shuddering. I knew this feeling. I knew it too well. I squeezed my eyes shut, fists clenching. Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about him

At this point, I had no idea who I was thinking about. In the moment my dad and Alastor just seemed to blur. I couldn’t make out their distinct figures or characteristics they were one and the same.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy. Tears brimmed my eyes. I fucking hate him. I hate me. Why do I hate me? For loving him.

I curled up in bed and begged my mind to just shut up. It’s Hell for a reason. I must deserve all this shit if I’m stranded down here. I wish I could die a second time and go to that abyss sinners killed by angelic steel go to.

I’m overreacting, Dad’s not here and Alastor is- I paused. Alastor’s what? Not interested? Yeah right. Those looks weren’t nothing. I know he doesn’t actually love me, but he does have some sort of interest. The Hell am I supposed to do about that?

I buried my face in my pillow, and let my breathing calm as the cloth soaked up my tears. I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to bring my face up. It feels like a crime to leave my face venurable to the air.

Eventually, my thoughts ran out of fuel. My body felt too heavy to move. I just lay there, staring at nothing. The ceiling blurred, my breath coming in slow, shaky pulls. I should get up. I didn’t. Not until the silence became unbearable

And then, I walked. Walked out into the creepy dark hallways with numbness enveloping me. My mind had shut up, ran out of fuel. All I had left was silence.

I’m walking and walking and walking. Sounds envelop me.

“They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it.”

Ugh Alastor. I rolled my eyes to myself, but I stayed still. I wanted to listen to something, anything. The silence I held was unbearable.

“You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!” Husk exclaimed after Alastor pet his head.

“But you are! Haha!”

“Big talk for someone who's also on a leash.” Husk whispers, but I hear it. I hear it and I freeze. Fuck. That’s- I don’t know what do to with that kind of information.

The words stuck, like a splinter lodged too deep to pull out. The neon green chain around Husk’s neck felt brighter, almost glowing in the dim hallway. I knew what it meant, but my brain refused to process it. I swallowed hard. I needed to move—say something, do something—but I just… stood there.My ears were ringing. I didn’t hear anything else that was said. All I saw was Alastor’s neon green chain around Husk’s neck.

Alastor turns around to meet my frozen stare. He comes closer, but I refuse to move my eyes from the spot I had trained them on. His stupid tailored suit comes into view.

“Well looks like someone’s been crying!” Alastor exclaimed jovially. “Upset the King didn’t pay you any heed?” There was a bitter tone to his voice as he said the words.

I shivered. “I hate you.” It was a little above a whisper. He knew I heard everything. It only proved to me the similarities between him and my father. They pretended it was normal. That it was okay. Nothing changed.

I stepped to the side, clearing my view and walked. Slowly, but I walked. Numb, but I walked. Walk. Walk. Walk. You just have to walk, then one day you’ll reach somewhere.

[annwe24]

KINDRED serie

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X READER

Part 1

Summary: The past still haunts him as a painful reminder of being played at love. Even with such opportunity, Lucifer refuses to open up his heart.

People often say death is the well-deserved eternal rest after a life of hardship. That, unfortunately, has been proven wrong. Hell is like a punch in the face for those who seek escapism in the afterlife, leaving undone business to the living. So why the Hell would sinners be able to redeem themselves in the first place? Lucifer frustratedly thinks to himself. He is totally baffled at the idea. Even, hypothetically at best, they somehow made it into heaven, would they be accepted? However, seeing how determined his daughter is, it would break his heart to not support her only grand goal in life. He hates how he cares enough to awkwardly pour tea into your teacup with a shaky pinky at the moment. Charlie has been pushing him to leave his usual working desk to spend time socializing. It's a bonding exercise, she said. Given how well-mannered you usually are, he is glad she chose you instead of the other sinners. Ah, you. Always so caring, always so polite, always so-

Your Majesty, your tea is getting cold.

Coughing loudly, he drinks all the tea in his cup at once and silently cringes at himself.

Sorry, I’ve been having too many thoughts these days. Many things, you know.

Is there any way I can help? I noticed you’ve been so paranoid lately, I’m just worried but of course! You don't have to agree to that just because I ask you but please don't feel pressured to keep everything to yourself because I know-

Hey, it's alright! I understand your sentiment.

He softly cuts you off seeing that you are getting worked up. You always have this rather odd excitement for helping people. Your kindness stands out too much compared to others, something almost too pure. A question he's been asking himself lately is how did you end up here. It has been fun contemplating the possibilities during his free time, imagining your sweet face distorts into madness. Wait, what? Sweet face?

…

The fuck is your problem? He knows good people, even a rarity, still exist in this hellhole. Not all good people end up in Heaven, something Lucifer has long accepted. The problem is your goodness is absurd. Ever since your arrival at the hotel, it is clear that you are one of the most eager helpers, going as far as taking Charlie’s exercises almost too seriously. It irritates him to no end how you are so easily exploited.

He noticed many guests at the hotel use you as an errand runner unknowingly from time to time. There is certainly no malicious intent underneath, they themselves don't even realize that. It’s just that you are too easy, too gullible. Angel Dust is one glaring example. He has been known to ask you to fetch him stuff when he is “too fragile and sore due to overwork”. In reality, he sleeps through the afternoon and just gets too lazy. Lucifer can't help but find you suspicious. Afterall, who is going to trust someone in Hell, suffers memory loss, no identity and came to this hotel saying they wanted “a second chance”. He is determined to see through your facade, peeling you out like an onion.

Ouch!

A loud yelp followed by the squeaks of a hundred rubber ducks echo though his mansion. He quickly puts down the boiling kettle and dashes to his room. Piles of rubber ducks scatter across his room with you being the center of it all, dumbfounded. Panic reaches your eyes as you stand up hastily and say small “sorry” over and over. You look like you're about to cry.

Lucifer calmly squeezes through piles of rubber duck to get to you and places an assuring hand on your shoulder:

It’s nothing I can't fix. Here!

With a snap of his finger, the ducks magically fly back into place and the room starts to look like a room fit for a king rather than a depressed single dad. Lucifer is quite pleased with your wide-eye expression. Letting out a sigh, he guides you over to the tea table where you two would spend the rest of the afternoon. This kind of “date” has been going on for a while under the encouragement of Charlie. She is ecstatic to see her father finally be able to find someone to confide in and is a sinner. Although Lucifer can hang around the hotel whenever he feels like it, he prefers somewhere more private and quiet so that no one judges him. He hates being judged. It reminds him of his time in Heaven which he absolutely wants to forget. This is where Hell steps in. The place is literally his playground, albeit a bit grotesque, but at least he is free.

…

As time flies, the little hangouts between you and him occur more often. It has reached to a point that he finds his mansion eerie without your presence. You are not a talkative person nor a charmer, but you carry yourself with such sweetness that makes him feel peaceful, a warmth he has long forgotten. He wonders if the same happens to you. Do you find yourself incomplete without meeting him at least once a day? He certainly is not a mind reader but a keen observer at the very least. You seem to light up every time you see him, always looking, listening in his direction. He is scared. What if this was all a ploy you set up to get closer to the King, to have some kind of privilege down here? You are first and foremost still a sinner. Although he believes not everyone in Hell is bad, being in Hell means breaking some morals while you were alive. He can't handle another failed relationship. Not right now, not when Lilith still lingers hauntingly in the back of his mind, not when he can break at any moment and Charlie is the only thing that keeps him going. He can't let her get hurt too. She is just as fragile as him after the divorce.

Tonight’s hangout is just the same as every other hangout: comfortable silence. You are rolling on his king-size bed while fidgeting a rubber duck he especially made for you. You have been quite comfortable in his mansion, letting yourself go as if you were at home. As for Lucifer, he is at his working desk as usual. He likes it this way. Lucifer is not a chatter at heart and you are the same. After a while, you decided to break the silence:

What are you making today? You rolled over on the bed to face him.

Oh, just rubber duck, you know.

You have so many already. Why don't you make something new every then and there?

What do you like?

Huh?

What do you like? He asked, turning back to face you.

Well, um… I like stuffed animals? I guess?

Okay, it's a deal then! He said with a toothy grin.

Y-you don't have to!

It's alright. I’m running out of ideas anyways.

Thank you!! You say as you hug the rubber duck.

What am I doing? Lucifer silently thinks to himself.

[soullessjack]

ok so carried on from this post theres a specific tag i wanna elaborate on which says ‘[jack] isn’t a pacifist he actually has a very complicated relationship with violence’ in relation to how he’s usually (mis)characterized by the fandom.

so first, Jack isn’t a pacifist. pacifism is a total opposition to all war and violence, and a belief that it is never justifiable for any reason or circumstance. He might be averse to violence as a first response or reaction, and he’s frequently shown to want to help the person before anything else—especially people he finds sympathetic or similar to himself (ie Mia Vallens, Sylvia)—but he’s not averse to it altogether.

Jack seems to really only be against violence when it’s used against innocent or undeserving people, including himself. Like in S13, he has no problem using his power to force an angel to stab themself with their blade or going to war with Michael and killing thousands of angels in his army for roughly 6-8 months (and we must remember, it was an effective genocide before he decided, completely out of the original plan, to kill Michael and made it a war) but he still has a total meltdown over accidentally killing an innocent security guard and almost strangling someone who did nothing wrong like he’d assumed. In Ouroboros he states that anyone who could hurt/kill an innocent person is a monster, even if they’re human, which is probably the clearest establishment of his moral code the show could offer.

I think Jack’s particular aversion to violence or even general aggression/anger is also caused by the fact that he, at three days old, was told by Sam that he would need to be kept from hurting other people while his powers were still largely uncontrollable (and therefore, still making him a threat and “evil” if he couldn’t do that). He’s also seen for himself what his power/his overreaction inadvertently causes for other people–like throwing Sheriff Barker into the vending machine (which he apologizes for later)—and is blatantly scared of it at first, so I think it makes a lot of sense that he prefers nonviolent behavior as an initial or default response. However, pacifism is still defined by the belief that no circumstance or reason whatsoever can justify an act of violence, which directly goes against how Jack personally feels about and uses it.

Going back to Ouroboros, he personally defines a “monster” as anyone who would willingly harm or enjoy harming someone who doesn’t deserve it, even if they aren’t actually a particular species of monster. And going back to S13, he has no problem murdering Michael’s army or even torturing Michael himself (which he specifically does because Michael “hurt his friends, hurt his family.” Ergo, Jack does believe in using violence, so long as it’s only used as a justified defense, and I think that is also a part of why him torturing Nick so horrifically is meant to land on us as Something Ostensibly Wrong. Did Nick deserve it? Yes. Mary isn’t even upset about him being killed; she just halfheartedly tells Jack “not like that.” Nick deserved it, but he is still barely a threat to someone like Jack (which everybody knew)—and because he isn’t a veritable threat, none of what Jack does to him can actually qualify as a “defense.”

It’s violence for the sake of violence, with a personal grudge for motivation, and while it’s shown a lot throughout SPN, it hits a lot harder coming from Jack specifically because he, again, is generally averse to [ab]using his power like that—even against other enemies. He believes in necessary and defensive violence and acts accordingly, which makes the completely unnecessary violence he uses against Nick more disturbing; it’s not about defending his loved ones or even stopping a nefarious plot anymore (he literally banishes Lucifer within seconds of getting there). It’s just about making someone suffer and enjoying it. In Absence we also get the vague implication about Jack’s particular fears and insecurities: he’s afraid that he isn’t really loved or wanted for himself, but rather that he’s valued for being “the muscle to take out enemies,”—that he’s nothing more to the Winchesters than a pet monster and easily discardable if he’s no longer useful to them.

On the flip side of that, he’s also canonically very happy to be wanted, needed and helpful to his family/friends—which is to say, again, he’s perfectly fine using violence as a justifiable defense that serves his family (which is also why he chooses to burn Nick to death after Sam indirectly wishes it on him, and why he’s happy to murder all of Dumah’s targets under the guise that it would make Sam and Dean happy). Once he realizes the truth and horror of his actions, however, he tells Dean that he is a monster, by his own definition. But how exactly is this complicated, you might ask? Well I’m glad you did, because I’m getting to it. Throughout his entire short-lived life, Jack has had to be painfully aware of the damage he can and does cause, and what it means for how he’s perceived and the ever present debate about his “true” nature.

I can’t find it now and probably won’t bother looking, but i had another post about how Jack inwardly perceives himself and wants to be perceived in return, particularly when he’s perceived as a threat. To summarize: because of his particular moral code, Jack inwardly knows he would never [want to] use his power against his family or friends, and is therefore not a threat to them, and therefore does not want to be perceived as one despite the danger he still poses with the potential alone. The eggshells that people walk around him are solely based on the fact that he has immense potential and capability to hurt them, all prevented by his simple continuous and impermanent choice to not hurt them.

The only thing standing between them and everything he’s ever done to their enemies is the fact that he considers them friends and has no reason to want to hurt them, and that’s exactly what Jack himself personally lives by. It’s the same blind trust that Sam and Dean have built with Cas; they know what he can do, and they know when he would or wouldn’t choose to do it. It’s a mutual understanding that “I know you can hurt me but I care about you enough to trust you not to do that,” and “I know I can hurt you but I care about you enough to not hurt you and Im glad you trust me to not do that.” I also mentioned it in the post that in Last Holiday, Jack doesn’t deny it when Mrs. Butters says that he’s insanely powerful; he does, however, deny her saying that Sam and Dean should be afraid of him, because “[he] would never hurt them.”

Insanely powerful? ✅

Potentially dangerous? ✅

A threat to be feared? ❌

(This is also what makes Mary’s death by Jack and Sam and Dean’s subsequent actions exceptionally tragic on both sides; their mutual trust is inadvertently, yet still effectively, broken. Jack has also effectively gone against his own morality by harming people he loves and people who don’t deserve it, and now in S15 is struggling with the loss of said trust and the need to earn it back).

That, my hypothetical audience member, is the complicated part. Having to find a middle ground between necessary, defensive, justifiable violence that his surrounding community would approve or appreciate, and the completely unnecessary abuse or misuse of power (ie violence) that would register him as an evil monster and/or a threat to be put down for the justifiable greater good. There’s also the additional middle ground between presenting and maintaining the image of himself as docile and non-threatening (the behavior of which is hugely infantilized by the fandom), while also still being able to defend others with the same violence that could easily lead to him being seen as a threat.

in conclusion (1): Jack is not a pacifist but he has an extremely complicated relationship with violence and the fluctuating justifications surrounding it which he must meet in order to continuously be perceived as safe and trustworthy in spite of his capabilities.

In conclusion (2): this is the truest of jack true forms:

thank you for coming to my yap session, don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you on the way out 🫶

[curseanon]

The Issue with Eden Polycule

So I wanted to articulate my thoughts on a relationship that ive seen in fandom spaces and lots of fan art or fanfiction. I don’t have any opinions or problems with Adam/Eve/Lucifer/Lilith, but I feel like there are some implications and tropes that we should be more careful about when it comes to Eve/Lucifer/Lilith or even just Eve/Lucifer. Before getting into it though, just a disclaimer: this post is not about polycules in general. It’s not my cup of tea personally, but ship whatever you please! This post is just me rambling about my own thoughts. Feel free to have your own interpretations. ALSO! None of this justifies Adam’s behavior. He is responsible for his decisions, including his cruelty towards people, language, and his decision to essentially wage mass genocide each year. And this post isn’t to say that this relationship drama is the sole reason why he ended up doing exterminations.

1. I don’t really like portrayals that have Lucifer/Lilith (L/L) sleeping with Eve and having her cheat on Adam, especially when it takes place in Eden. I’m afraid Vivzie might have this narrative take place in HH, but doing so does a real disservice to Eve’s (and Lucifer’s if he acted alone) character by having her be willing to cheat, and also does a disservice to Adam by having him be cheated on for reasons that are probably not entirely his fault. Not to mention a lot of media where this happens often has the tone of just “haha let’s cuck Adam twice,” which comes off to me as petty and unfair. Not only is it not a funny joke, but it essentially reinforces and justifies Adam’s misogynistic tendencies later. Especially the ideas that women are promiscuous, always willing to cheat and be unfaithful. The narrative would do nothing to disprove this if BOTH of Adam’s wives did in fact cheat on him.

2. Another thing about Eden. Lilith was Adam’s first wife, literally created for the purpose of being his partner. This is also pre-Apple, meaning that Adam has no concept of right vs wrong. The way he acts, if he truly was controlling and mean and the story book wasn’t exaggerating (which I doubt), is entirely the programming of the angels and the way they tolerate or enable his behavior. Assuming we went with the theory that Adam never ate the apple, it’s the same situation with Eve if she left him and/or cheated with L/L. The way I see it, Lilith’s cheating on Adam is not justified, even if she disagreed with Adam on certain things.

3. I also want to note that cheating on one’s partner is not a justifiable punishment for Adam’s behavior. Whether pre or post apple (now assuming he did eat it), I see it as fighting fire with fire, and all it usually does is create even more hostility and problems than if the person just clearly broke off the relationship first. L/L/E runs the risk of inadvertently encouraging unfaithfulness in relationships and marriages as solutions to a problem, but this is rarely the case. As stated earlier, it only makes Adam justified in acting the way he does. And with that justification, is he really in the wrong for how he treats women? What reason does he have to change his behavior if he is right about them? I could probably accept both wives leaving him if the purpose is to justify Adam’s behavior and not just mock him, to show how morality is not just black and white and the villains sometimes have justifiable reasons for thinking the way they do. But it still seems very shallow on Lilith and Eve’s parts.

4. This part is just my opinion on L/L/E, but I don’t find the idea of Eve getting with the people who caused her to lose Eden very convincing. L/L are the reasons her and Adam were cast out of the garden and made to live for centuries laboring to survive, farming cursed ground and painfully delivering several children. Not to mention the bringing of sin and death into the world, losing Abel at the hands of his brother and Cain being cast away to wander the Earth. All the suffering she faced in life and the suffering of all of her descendants, all of humanity. Her sleeping with Lucifer makes no sense to me unless he seduced her (when she was more naive, maybe even pre-apple) intentionally, either for the purpose of hurting Adam or if he did just love her also, which makes him complicit in ruining someone’s marriage. None of this fits with Lucifer’s character, a malewife who adores his Tall Queen and comes off to me as being very loyal. The idea of open marriage is better, but Adam does not seem like the type of guy who likes to share anything, and his marriage is very clearly between Adam and Eve. That controlling personality indicated by the story book leads me to see him as likely having some jealousy and possessiveness (though not in extreme ways).

5. The only other option is Lucifer sleeping with Eve after her death and if she goes to hell, since we know Adam and Eve lived a thousand years married together on Earth, starting humanity. But I don’t see any reason for this. We need much much more information about Adam and Eve’s relationship and all four of their relationships’ to each other in general first before we can talk more about this. But until then, I don’t see any reason to break up Adam and Eve unless there’s some importance to it in the narrative. For me, I see Adam’s womanizing in heaven as a sign that Eve is probably not in heaven. And thinking that he’ll never see her again because “Hell is forever,” he eventually becomes bitter and jaded over thousands of years and decides that his relationship with Eve must be over then. Possibly the same case with Eve in hell, somehow leading up to sleeping with Lucifer. But considering she’s no where to be found with L/L and Lucifer only references her once, there seems to be zero indication of anything between them.

6. To briefly touch on the idea that once in heaven, Eve eventually left Adam because of his horrible personality and womanizing. This is still possible, but it seems like WAY too big of a personality shift to go from married and raising a family for a thousand years to suddenly being a massive asshole and a philanderer. Something must have happened that magnified all the worst aspects of his personality. There’s no way he is the same today as he was in Eden or on Earth. If he is, that’s just shitty lazy writing on Vivzie’s part and Adam is nothing but a one dimensional villain with no depth at all. Massive waste of a character with huge potential.

Tl;dr This post is already too long so I’ll just summarize everything. Although I agree that Adam is definitely an arrogant and annoying villain, Lilith and Eve cheating on adam is unjustified imo, there is no reason for Eve to cheat on Adam or leave him at all from what we can tell now, and her having any relationship with Lucifer also makes no sense considering what his choices turned her life into. But let me know your thoughts on all this, if there’s some point you want to make or a disagreement on something else!