#But lets be honest here the ideas I gave for Lucifer are deeper and well thought out than what Viv will write for him in the show

[teeth-cable]

One last note on worldbuilding issues.

If there's a threat of assassination pushing Hellborns to reproduce why is Charlie an only child? Like I remember reading that Lilith can't have kids except in a few weird specific legends where she mothers the succubi or has a kid with Asmodeus in Abrahamic lore but i will need to double check but if that's what Vivziepop is going with that checks out on her end.

But Lucifer in pop culture is meant to be hot and this stems from ancient people trying to decide if Lucifer after he was cast out if god would punish him by taking his beauty or if his beauty remained and that's how he tempts people. The issue with the latter and a source of debate was why would god allow Lucifer to tempt people easily and not punish him?

Lucifer is also seen as a root of all sin if you don't count the forbidden fruit and would probably cause people to violate the 10 commandments.

Like I can't see Lucifer no matter how much he loves Lilith being loyal to her. Like it doesn't make sense for a being who lost everything because if his refusal to accept humanity to have similiar morals especially when he is surrounded by the worst of it for all eternity. Why would Lucifer choose to uphold any of the commandments written by his father and not cheat on Lilith.

Also if Lucifer needs a backup heir in case Charlie dies, is a disappointment or to forge alliances he has an option.

I am still confused about Viv saying sinners are infertile but Lilith and Lucifer had Charlie? To be fair, maybe they didn't make her naturally and she's a doll but Charlie as far as we know is the biological child of Lilith and Lucifer. Another thing I'm confused about is the assassination of royalty Hellborns. I might be nickpicky here but why can angelic weapons kill royalty Hellborns too? Those weapons should only kill sinners because they were tailored for them. I'm having a hard time believing angelic weapons can kill royalty Hellborns too when they are a different rank from sinners and have some sorta of magic power and blood type that would make it hard to kill them with an angelic weapons meant to kill the average sinner. Plus why would Heaven even need weapons to kill royalty Hellborns? As far as we know royalty Hellborns just stay in Hell and only cause chaos in Hell. Also why is there a Hell supply of angelic weapons and who is suppling them? Even if the Arc Goatias are keeping and suppling them, how would they even get the angelic weapons in the first place? I doubt the angels they stole them from wouldn't be protective or can be easily kill or harm to steal from either.

Honestly I don't mind Viv's portraying Lucifer as this loyal husband who loves his wife and daughter. I can understand why people will find this portrayal of him annoying and out of character but Viv's Hellaverse is a reimagining of Hell and the character from those religions and she has made it clear she does not plan to stay faithful to the original source material. Lucifer being this guy is the tamest writing sins she was written. At least you can play with the idea and still make it work with Lucifer's character without breaking the lore and worldbuilding. Lucifer can still be this guy who is the root of all sins but now he has somewhat of a soft spot from when he was an angel in Heaven and struggles to keep it a secret. Maybe that's where Charlie get her kindness from and it's a point of conflict for Lucifer. He has worked all of his life to be known as the ruler of Hell who is rude and malice to separate himself from his heavenly roots but he will alway have a part of him refused that title because he is still the son of God. Charlie is just a reflection of the angel he once was and it's hard from him to deal with because his daughter is the manifestation of that hidden part of himself and they both are opposite in so many ways. Lucifer wants to keep Hell a punishing place for sinners while Charlie wants it to be a second redemption for them. Lucifer wants to protect Charlie because he knows the reality of who Charlie is, Heaven, and Hell will break her but she isn't ready to listen to her father and believe she has a chance.

[voltage-vixen]

Operation Get Laid

‘Tis the Season of Smut Challenge Days 7 & 8

Prompt: MC wearing nothing but a Santa hat & I’ll be sure to stuff your stocking (NSFW)

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Lucifer x MC (Female)

“Yoo-hoo! Lucifer, wait up! Wait for me!” Asmodeous’s cheery voiced echoed as he skipped after his elder brother. Lucifer had heard the annoying chirping of the younger demon and scowled in displeasure at the havoc was wreaking in the hallways.

“Shut up, Asmodeous!” Lucifer snapped, while turning to confront him. “All students are held to the highest of standards, and I would expect nothing less of them, much less from one of own siblings. Please remember to conduct yourself accordingly.”

“But Lucifer, I have some-”

“Enough!” Lucifer bellowed, casting him a final glare before spinning back around. “Diavolo and I are scheduled to meet in precisely five minutes, and I mustn’t keep him waiting.”

Increasing his pace, Lucifer stormed down the hall until he reached the main entrance where Diavolo was waiting for him. Diavolo and Barbatos were engaged in what appeared to be a private discussion, given their hushed tones and the occasional glances that surveyed the room.

Did something happen? Lucifier pondered, wondering what circumstances could have possible led to the disappearance of the carefree smile the young ruler normally wore on his face. As he approached the pair, Lucifer cleared his throat to announce his arrival, and no sooner was the familiar grin painted back on Diavolo’s face.

“Lucifer! Thank you for being willing to meet me on such short notice,” Diavolo boomed, arms outstretched to greet his second-in-command. “I have a very important assignment, and you’re the only one I entrust to be able to get the job done.” Peering over Lucifer’s shoulder, Diavolo beckoned for him to scooch closer.

“Asmodeous was supposed to deliver this message, but there’s no time for that anymore. I need you to immediately visit MC’s room and discuss what this Christmas holiday in her world looks like. This year we would like to incorporate traditions from the other realms, however we don’t have much time to do so, meaning you have to hurry with this. Can I count on you to do this for me?”

“Of course, you can! Rest assured, I will not fail you,” Lucifer vowed, before speeding up his pace down the hallway.

“Well, that went rather smoothly,” Barbatos commented. “It seems he doesn’t suspect a thing.”

“Did he fall for it?” Asmodeous asked when he finally came strolling up.

See it had not gone unnoticed that recently Lucifer had been agitated and more snappy than usual. He had been so absorbed in his studies and monitoring the other students, this left him feeling….well, rather pented up. This prompted Diavolo to form the committee of him, Barbatos, and Asmodeous known as Operation Get Lucifer Laid. MC at first was mortified when they contacted her about the plan, but soon fell onboard since she herself was feeling lonely and in need of her own ‘relief’.

“It would appear so,” Diavolo confidently responded. “However, just in case go keep an eye on the situation for me, will you, Asmodeous?”

Nodding in compliance, Asmodeous began to trot down the hallway and stealthily journeyed to MC’s room.

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“MC? MC, I’m here under Diavolo’s orders,” Lucifer projected through the door. “First and foremost, you have my sincerest gratitude that you were willing to assist us in this matter in helping expand the traditions of Devildom……are you there? Why aren’t you responding to me? Are you alright? Anyway, I’m coming in now.”

The handle on the door creaked open and Lucifer walked only to nearly crash into the chair in front of him when his sight was blessed with MC posing provocatively on the bed in only her natural glory minus this red hat perched on the top of her head.  Lucifer unconsciously gulped when his girth below the waist strained uncomfortably against the seams of his pants. The sight of the normally composed eldest demon brother being caught acting rattled must have been the reaction MC was seeking since she cracked a low giggle.

“You should probably shut the door,” MC instructed the still dumbfounded Lucifer. “Unless you prefer an audience? And in case you haven’t put two and two together by now, Diavolo set you up so we could spend some time together.”

Lucifer didn’t need to be informed twice to hustle behind him to slam the door close. He would worry about Diavolo later, but now the very idea of anyone else witnessing his human in this state of undress would be unforgivable. Once the door was securely locked, MC traipsed over and threw her arms around his neck. She removed the hat from her head and instead placed it on top of Lucifer’s.

“Merry early Christmas, Lucifer,” she breathed, intentionally rolling the words into a slur as she uttered them. “In my world the children believe that a man by the name of Santa Claus brings good girls and boys presents for behaving all year long. Well, haven’t I been a good exchange student this year, Lucifer? Don’t I deserve a little special something as well?”

Gone was student council president’s stunned state of mind, and back was his typical confidence of arrogance. We wasted not a moment’s notice leaning towards her and use his teeth to fervently nibble on the contour of MC’s neck. While heated pants pursued through the crease of her lips, Lucifer managed to disrobe himself until he was left standing bare. MC tore away from the attack of the demon’s lips, and her fingers descended the canvas of her body seeking the most sensitive of her spots.

“Indeed, you are right about being a good girl, MC,” Lucifer chuckled, his hands wrapping around his own firm cock to jerk himself in preparation of fucking her senseless. “My good girl knows just how much it pleases me to see her get off while thinking about me.”

“Please, help me,” MC whimpered, her body longing for more stimulation than she was able to provide on her own. “I’m wet enough to handle you now. Please let me give myself to you!”

Never one to deny himself the pleasures in life, Lucifer willingly obliged by sauntering over the bed to join MC. Throwing her ankle over his shoulder, Lucifer slipped a finger, followed by a second inside of her to see how wet she really was.

“Hmm, your body is feeling very honest today,” he breathed, “It looks like my good girl is ready to get her stocking stuffed.” “Wait, how did you know about stock-!”

The words of her question were gone and overtaken by loud moans as Lucifer aligned himself at her entrance and pressed beyond her glistening folds. His hips came crashing into hers as the demon leaned forward to allow his tongue to tease the flushed breasts of her generous chest. Their bodies thrusting in rhythm together, MC adjusted her position to stimulate her clit against the muscles of Lucifer’s toned lower body and uttered a guttural groan when she glided against the sweat now dripping down the cuts of his toned abdomen.

Lucifer filled her to the brim, stretching MC out until her walls began to tingle and flutter around his cock. She mewled and dragged her nails down the sides of his arms, a glimpse of desperation flashing in her eyes as she silently pleaded with him.

“Does my good girl want to come?” Lucifer taunted, his deliberately grazing along the swell of her swollen clit. “Very well then. I’ll be nice to you today and oblige.”

Shaking her leg off from his shoulder, Lucifer bent down to lift MC up and place her over his shaft standing tall at attention. Wrapping her legs around his torso, MC and Lucifer both hissed when she sank down onto him and the rush of heat pulsated through every inch of their bodies. Her breasts swayed in synch to the pace of their movements, each becoming more frenzied than the last while they rose closer and closer to reaching their peaks provided by the other. Lucifer’s mouth was suddenly drawn to MC’s, and his tongue forced its way through the part of her lips. His tongue danced in her mouth while the lewd sounds of the demon pumping deeper and deeper into MC’s arousal echoed throughout her room.

She bounced on his erection, sighing and panting in a carnal delight at how absolutely blissful it felt to have Lucifer assaulting her in one of the most satisfying ways possible. Bodies on fire, all the stimulation led to the eventual release they both had been desperately seeking. Lucifer gently tossed MC back onto her bed and he collapsed beside her as he fought to regain his breathing under control.

“Wow,” MC sighed, breathless and a bit sore from the intense sex the two just engaged in together.

“I knew I would please you,” Lucifer boasted. “Say, remind me to thank Diavolo later.”

“Diavolo?” MC blinked in confusion. “Sure, did he do something for you?” Ready for round two, Lucifer rolled over and swiftly straddled MC, secretly fuming she had the nerve to utter the name of another man in front of him!

“Don’t mention other men when you’re around me,” he chastised. “Bad girls need to be punished just like good goods need to be rewarded, and you my dear were a very naughty girl just now.”

Curling his long fingers around the curves of MC’s waist, Lucifer gave no warning before snapping his hips forward and roughly plunging deep into the heat of her core, leaving her begging for him to really give it to her.

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Meanwhile, outside the door was a nosy Asmodeous with his ear pressed against the door. MC’s screams of ecstasy were enough to assure the younger demon that the Operation Get Lucifer Laid could be deemed successful. Although Asmo was supposed to report back to Diavolo regarding their victorious achievement, he did a quick surveillance of the hallway to assure he was completely alone. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, he slid his hands down the front of his pants to relish some playtime with himself at the expense of his brother and partner as a reward for his contribution to the plan that got Lucifer laid.

[kaitycole]

we meet again

Summary: Simeon promised you that you’d see each other again after you left Devildom, but that was four years ago. What happens when you finally see each other?

Pairing: Simeon x gn!reader

Word Count: 2065

Warnings: Angst to fluff 

A/N: Simeon deserved better after the angst piece I wrote with him a while ago. I finally wrote it @angelprotectress​

It’s been nearly four years since the exchange program and your time in Devildom ended, leaving behind friends who were more like family. Sure, you have your memories and all the goodbye gifts that you had gotten, but it just wasn’t the same as when all of you were together.

Since you left, you had seen each demon brother twice, they had come up with a rotating schedule that allowed you to see a few each year, something about not being able to all visit at once or often due to some worry of too many demons being in the human realm at any given time. The angels on the other hand, you hadn’t seen at all, apparently Michael wasn’t too keen on allowing angels to the human realm, the Lilith situation still a fresh wound up there.

While you loved seeing the brothers and Solomon when he happened to swing by, you missed the angels a lot, mainly Simeon. You knew that it wasn’t going to be possible, that someone would tell you not to, Lucifer to be exact, but before you had time to weigh out the consequences, you had fallen head over heels for an angel.

*                      * Things were still overwhelming, to say the least, by the time you learned that there were angels were part of the exchange program. It wasn’t like you had been expecting much, to be honest you weren’t still convinced this wasn’t a dream, but the way the dark haired, blue eyed angel took your breath away was completely unexpected.

From that moment on, the two of you were inseparable, purposely finding reasons to see one another. Your head always found his shoulder whether you were sitting or standing next to each other, one of his arms around you and whenever your hands brushed, your fingers would instantly tangle together. Half way through the exchange program, you were just a blur at House of Lamentation, spending all of your free time in Purgatory Hall and staying most nights in Simeon’s room.

A few of the demon brothers, along with Luke and Solomon, seemed to support the two of you, however Lucifer, Belphie and Diavolo didn’t seem to share that sentiment. And while none of them verbally voiced their disapproval, they didn’t have to because the disappointment filled looks did that for them.

So, when it was time for you to leave Devildom, it was a lot harder than you originally thought it would be. You had been able to hold in most of the tears that had been threatening to fall from your eyes, until you got to Luke, who gave you the warmest smile as he hugged you and by the time Simeon came up to you, you were a mess.

He pulled you into his arms, making a soft shushing sound in your ear as he gently ran his hand up and down your back. When you had calmed down a bit, he promised you that he’d see you again, that he’d wait for you which only made you cry harder and it wasn’t long before Asmo had started crying with you. Right before you left, Simeon handed you a box, telling you not to open it until you got settled back in the human realm and with one last kiss, the two of you were separated.

*                      * You look down at the mug in your hand, a small smile touching your lips as you read the words that are printed on the bottom of the mug: I love you. It had a companion piece, the other mug said “to the moon & back” which you found rather fitting for your current situation.

In the box Simeon had given you, it had the mug in your hands and one of the matching tea cups from the set you gifted him for his birthday. He wrote in his letter that while he hated dividing the sets, the mix and match sets fit your relationship, two pieces of a set separated. He also instructed a few different times to use either the tea cup or mug, that way you both were using them at the same time. He always thought of unique things like that, something that you instantly loved about him.

Even with the cups and shared times to use them, even with the soothing words of his letters that you now had memorized, even with that little hope that you’d see each other again, it’s still hard to get through each day. You start to wonder just how lonely you looked to your coworkers and friends, your days were strategically planned out. Not to mention that fact that you turned down every date set-up offered you even though you had no way to prove there was someone in your life. But did you have someone? It’d been four years and you’d received nothing from Simeon and every time you asked, the demon brothers told you they had barely seen since him and didn’t have a message from him either.

You place the mug on the counter, the contents had gotten cold the deeper you had gotten lost in thought. You grab your keys and phone, heading out of your apartment, taking your time to walk down the sidewalk. It’s your birthday and some small part of you was hoping that Simeon could at least surprise you just this once. You find yourself wandering into a small café, taking a seat at one of the high-top tables, sighing as you relax your shoulders.

“Is this seat taken?” “No.” Your eyes don’t look up from Simeon’s letter, sure you could recite it by memory, it was comforting to see his handwriting even if the pages were withered and the edges faded.

“That must be from someone special.”

Your head snaps up, the voice sounding a bit too familiar for you to ignore, tears start to blur your eyes as they meet a beautiful pair of blue eyes. Your voice cracks and jaw trembles, “Sim?”

“I told you that we’d see each other again, didn’t I?” He slowly walks around the table and you quickly throw your arms around him, afraid that if you hesitated for a second, he’d disappear.

He wraps his arms around you, placing a hand on the back on your head as you bury your face into the curve of his neck. Neither of you concerned with the public display or the strange looks you were getting from the other patrons. Tears fell down your cheeks when he pulled you back and he gently wiped them away, cupping your cheek with one hand as he finally got a good look at your face, smiling at you.

“Let’s go somewhere to talk, Y/N.”

You sniffle, wiping your face before nodding, quickly grabbing his hand as you pull him from the café. “My apartment isn’t too far from here.”

“That’s a bit presumptuous.” Embarrassment heats up your cheeks and you can see Simeon start to chuckle before you nudge his arm with your shoulder, rolling your eyes at him.

*                      * “Can you repeat that?”

You look at Simeon, trying to comprehend what he just said to you, but you were struggling. He smiles at you, sitting the mug down on the table before reaching next to him to take your hands in his.

“I’ve spoken to Michael and if he’s agreed to make me human.” He takes a deep breath, “if you’re okay with that.”

A smile twitches on your lips, almost fearful that if you let it form something will take that happiness away. You wonder if it’s selfish to tell him that you’d love the idea, to wrap yourself around him and tell him that you refuse to let him ever leave you again. “Simeon, that’s…are you sure?”

He squeezes your hands, his brilliant smile on his face. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I love you more than anything, Y/N.”

The warmth that filled you lasted only moments before you started to panic and Simeon immediately asked you what was wrong. “I’m going to need another job! We can’t live here for long, it’s too small. I need to make a list of things to buy,” you go to stand up, lost in the tunnel vision of your own thoughts when Simeon gently grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“You wound me, Y/N.” He chuckles, “I am a famous writer, you know?”

You freeze, a cooked apologetic smile covers your lips as you let him pull you onto his lap. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, finally letting yourself take in his presence. It’s when his arms pull you even closer to his chest that you relax, the fear that he’ll vanish completely dissipates.

*                      * The next few weeks were a whirlwind to say the least, but it was completely worth it. You finally used up a few vacation days you had accumulated at work and each day started and ended in Simeon’s loving arms.

For someone who had only been an angel for as long as Simeon had been, he quickly seemed to pick up on the everyday mundaneness that being a human came with. Grocery shopping had been one of your favorite things, the almost horror on his face as you placed instant mashed potatoes and canned tuna in the cart. When he asked why you hadn’t just gotten a bag of potatoes and fresh tuna, he almost fainted when you just smiled and said, “it’s easier.”

After he had the displeasure of tasting the “mashed potatoes” he waited until the next morning to completely redo the kitchen, only having the best and fresh ingredients in it. When you asked who would have time to always cook, he simply told you that he would seeing as to how as an author he could just work from home.

The two of you had developed a seemingly perfect schedule, Simeon did most of his writing in the early morning which correlated well with your work shifts and you made sure to always have meals together. Your life together meshed well, but it still ate away at you just how much Simeon left behind for you.

“Do you miss it?”

“Hmm?” The both of you are in bed, his attention on the book he’s been reading.

“The Celestial Realm. Being an angel. Do you miss it?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, placing his bookmark in between the pages before closing the book and turning to you. “Sometimes, sure,” he cups your cheek, turning your face to look at him, “but I’d pick being with you over being an angel every time.”

*                      * “Sim?”

There’s brief worry as you roll over, your hand reaching out to the empty side of the bed, feeling the barely warm sheet. You shoot up, eyes widened in panic as you frantically look around the room, a hand touching your forehead to wonder if maybe these last few weeks had all been a fever dream. Afraid that the previous night’s conversation had caused Simeon to rethink his decision to leave the life of an angel and being just an average human.

“Simeon!”

“Yes?”

You quickly look towards the doorway where you see a smiling Simeon, carefully carrying your coffee mug along with the matching one he’s had the last four years. Relief fills your lungs as your breathing finally levels and it takes all you can not to pounce him right then. To wrap your arms around him and just force him to stay in bed with you all day.

He sits your mug on your end table before walking to the other side of the bed, placing his mug on that end table. He climbs back into bed, pulling you back towards him, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I thought you left.” You sink into his touch, once again letting his presence dissolve any tension you felt. Tears prick your eyes, the last time you left Simeon had been extremely had for you, but you didn’t know what life without him would be like. Now that you did, now that you had lived four years without him, having him in front of you made you realize that life without him a second time would be almost impossible.

“I’m never leaving you again, I promise.”

obey me masterlist

[nyxdelanuit]

Papa Mammon (Mammon x F! Reader)

Lesson 25 got me feeling some sort of way, and I felt compelled to write this. @mammonrights is also to blame, since this is for her. 

WARNINGS: NSFW, BREEDING KINK, AMY’S FINGER KINK, DUMBASSES TO LOVERS, GENERAL SOFT DOM MAMMON

You had tried to get that night out of your head, but the memories seemed to haunt you whenever you were left on your own. The memories of the bright lights, your hand clasped with Mammon’s. The feeling of being pressed close to his body as he asked if you were trying to make him lose control. The way you shivered every time Little D #2 called him ‘Papa Mammon.’ You didn’t think of yourself as a particularly maternal person, but when it came to Mammon…

 It started just a passing idea. You had already wanted Mammon, that much was certain after the night at the carnival. But letting him cum inside of you? That sent such a sweet heat bubbling in your stomach. It grew from there, and although you and Mammon had yet to go any further than you did that night, you couldn’t help your how your thoughts spiraled. Now all you could think of when you spotted his face is how much you truly wanted to make him Papa Mammon.

 You danced around him as you went on with your life, a subtle touch here and there, a sultry look when you leave a room. Just enough to keep him looking at you. Enough for him to sulk when another brother took up your free time. They had definitely consumed every waking moment since your return, the paltry months of apart, making the desire to spend time together that much stronger.

 You had finally escaped Levi’s clutches after he had passed out half-way through his latest favorite anime. You were grateful for the out, but the nap you had taken midway through season two made you feel like you’d be up for hours. Sneaking back to your room was risky, being past curfew. Luckily you knew that a few doors down, there would be a bed that would gladly welcome you.

 You hoped.

You slipped the door shut behind you, surprised that the lights were still on in Mammon's room. You spotted him sitting on the couch, his glasses abandoned, and his head thrown back as he murmured to himself. His arms were sprawled over the back of the couch, and you did your best to slide into the space next to him before startling him out of his thoughts.

 "What do you think you're doin', creepin' into my room?" His blush gave him away, secretly happy for your presence after so long.

 "Levi kept me in his room so long I fell asleep. When I woke up, he had fallen asleep too, but I'm awake now. I didn't want to be caught by Lucifer after curfew, so I figured you'd let me hide in your room for tonight." You smiled innocently as Mammon stared at you.

 "Ya fell asleep in Levi's room?" Ah yes, what did you expect? He huffed a little longer until he realized you had asked to stay in his room for the night. "Ya want the Great Mammon to hide ya for the night? It's gonna cost you. Ya better feel lucky; I don't let just any human stay in my room." He shied away from your sight, but you only giggled.

 "Mammon, it's just us here. Don't think I've forgotten about the other night. You can drop the act." You leaned against his side, reveling in the warmth he gave off. Mammon didn't speak, he only dropped his arm to cover your shoulders.

“I thought ya would’ve forgotten, with how much ya hang around my brothers.” He pouted.

 “Mammon, how could I forget! You said we were crazy in love and dating.” You watched as his face darkened to a cherry red.

 “Ya don’t have to tease me.” He whined.

 "I'm only teasing if you didn't mean it." You were fairly confident that he was honest when he told you he loved you, especially when he held you so tightly to his chest. But Mammon was stubborn as always. Away from the magic of that night, he kept his feelings locked under his flimsy mask. Luckily, you had learned a few tricks to get past it.

 With a deep breath, you swung your leg over Mammon's lap, straddling. His hands flew to your hips, a strangled cry escaping him at your suddenness. Before his eyes could slip from yours, you trapped his face between your hands, running your fingertips through his hair the way you knew he liked. You felt him relax underneath you, and you took the chance to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

 “Do you think about that night?” Mammon nodded, seemingly captured under your spell. “I do too.”

 "I can't take it when you're this close. If ya don't stop, I won't be able to control myself." You believed him, truly. Out of all the brothers, he seemed to have the most control. Never once had his anger gotten the best of him; not once had he lost his cool in front of you. It was endearing at any other time, but that's not what you wanted then. You leaned in, letting your breath ghost against his lips before he surged forward. Finally, a taste of what you had been daydreaming of.

 Once he began, it became increasingly difficult to pull away. He hadn’t been lying when he told you that kissing you only made him want to do it more, and you were more than happy to oblige. Yet the ache in your core reminded you that it wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You pulled away with a light tug to his hair, and there was nothing to stop Mammon from continuing this time. He pulled you closer to his chest, laving kisses and bites over your delicate neck, drawing gasps from you every time his sharp canines scraped against the tender skin.

 “Mammon, what if I don’t want you to control yourself.” You felt him twitch underneath you, and just barely stopped yourself from grinding down on his hardening length. He groaned into your neck.

 "Are ya sure?" Damn his self-control. You bit your lip as you thought it through, this could go one of two ways. You could tell Mammon what you've been thinking of, and he could jump on the chance to lose himself in you, or he could be appalled, and any chance you had of getting into Mammon's bed would become a lot smaller.

 "You want to know what I think about the most from that night?" He nodded against your shoulder, the strain from holding back obviously taking a toll on him. Your voice dipped as you whispered in his ear, "I think of that Little D calling you Papa… and how much I want to make you a real papa. How bad I want you to fill me up, to mark me inside and out. Let everyone know I'm the Great Mammon's human."

 The world spun around you, Mammon moving faster than you had ever seen. One moment, you were on the couch with Mammon underneath you, and the next you were sprawled out on his bed, his demon form looming over you with glowing eyes.

 "Ya really did it now," he rutted against you sharply, pulling a dazed breath from your lungs. "Did ya really think I could control myself when ya say such temptin' things? You're mine, human. No one else is allowed to touch ya now. Ya want me to fuck ya? Want me to fill ya up real good?" You nodded, all restraint thrown out the window the moment your back hit the bed. With a predatory smile, Mammon drew his finger down your neck, the sharp claw at the end tracing delicately over your tingling skin before it reached the collar of your shirt. It tore through the buttons with ease, the ruined fabric was pushed roughly off your shoulders, and you scrambled to help him. He wasn't satisfied with that, though, ripping through the middle of your bra before throwing both offending pieces of fabric off his bed.

 His hand wasted no time mapping the curves of your stomach, pausing over where would fill you before dipping his fingers under the waistband of both your skirt and your panties. He pulled them down, pulling back to untangle them from your ankles. He sat back, looking upon you bare for the first time. You couldn’t help but squirm under his darkened gaze, you had wanted this too long to attempt covering yourself from his stares.

 He took his time to look you over, eyes traveling over your legs and pausing with a seductive lick to his protruding canine as he drank in the sight between your legs, no doubt already dripping and waiting for him. He didn't linger long, his hands following his eyes as they raked over your stomach to the peaks of your breasts. His hands enveloped them easily, and you were once again amazed at the differences between the two of you. His fingers absentmindedly traced over your pebbling nipples as he looked at you, the serious expression on his face was not one you were accustomed to.

 “Last chance, baby. Ya can get up and leave now, or you’re mine. No one else’s, and not just for a little bit.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss and swallowing the moans he no longer held back.

 "I told you, I love you, Mammon." He let his head drop against your shoulder with a whispered curse before propping himself up with an arm tangled in his sheets. His mouth replaced the hand on your breast, lapping and nipping at the sensitive nub. Your back arched off of the bed to press further into his mouth, and he groaned. His hand slipped from the other breast, pinching your nipple softly before reaching up.

 "Be a good girl, and get my fingers nice and wet." He panted, sending feather-light pulses of pleasure through your chest. You opened your mouth as soon as you felt his fingers trace your lips, tracing the digits with your tongue before closing your mouth around them. Mammon rutted against the bed as you swallowed around his fingers. He started slowly thrusting them in your mouth, pressing them deeper than you thought you could take. When your throat started constricting against the calloused pads, he removed them altogether. You sucked in a breath with a shuddering cough, and Mammon was quick to praise you.

 “Such a good girl, such a good little human takin’ my fingers so well.” He cooed, his cobalt eyes pinning you to the mattress better than his hands ever could. His drenched fingers fell down the planes of your stomach, tracing around your heat in a way that made your head spin. “Gonna take my fingers, yeah? Gonna let me stretch ya out before I fuck a baby in ya?” You nodded, head heavy with desire.

 Mammon was reaching his breaking point, quickly thrusting two fingers inside your dripping core. He bit at his lip, the tip of his canines digging into the skin as he spread his fingers inside you, trying to speed up the process.

 "Please, Mammon, please, I don't want to wait any longer." You tried to grind against his palm as his fingers worked within you, but it was no replacement for what you really wanted.

 "Greedy little treasure, you want my cock that bad?" He teased, placing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

 "Yes, I'm your greedy little human, I want it so bad." You whined at the inhuman growl Mammon let out as he nipped at your skin. His fingers increased their pace, curling up against the spongy tissue and making you writhe under his touch. Although you had wanted it, you still keened at the loss of Mammon's fingers, but you were quickly enthralled by the sight of Mammon ripping off his clothes, a hunger in his eyes that could rival Beel's.

 You were barely able to tear your eyes from him to watch him palm his length. You thought you might have wanted a little more time to prep when you saw the size of him. His fingers would be a joke compared to the way your throat would tighten around his cock. He was thick and longer than you were used to, a mouthwatering curve telling you that he’d effortlessly drive you crazy.

 “Please, Mammon, please, I can’t wait.” You sounded debauched, but you couldn’t find the will to care. He sent you a cocky smirk, rubbing the silvery slick he collected from your cunt over the head of his dick before giving himself a few shallow strokes.

 He rubbed himself against your neglected clit, giving a breathy laugh as you tried to buck into the sensation. “So impatient, you’re lucky I can’t hold back any longer.” He gripped your hip, throwing your leg over his hip as he eased into your tight slit. The melody of your whines and Mammon’s moans sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

 He paused for a moment when he was fully seated, savoring how your heat enveloped him so sweetly. That would be the only respite he would give you though, gripping your thighs with a biting hold as he started thrusting deeply. Each meeting of your hips drove you further up his bed, pulling a deep growl from Mammon's chest as your body inadvertently tried to escape him.

 He pulled you back to him by your hips with a snarl, his nails pricking into the supple flesh, and heightening the pleasure coursing through you. You were right about his dick, every pass filled you more, rubbing perfectly against your fluttering walls. Your pleasure climbed as Mammon quickened his pace, not yet satisfied with your keening cries. The dark chuckle that escaped Mammon snapped you out of the lustful haze clouding your head.

 "Ya know, babe, Levi's dumb little comics did teach me somethin' useful. Ya ever heard of a mating press?" You would have laughed, the thought of Mammon stealing Levi’s hentai so ridiculous in this context, but the breath was ripped from your lungs before you could say a thing. Mammon nearly folded you in half as your legs rested on his shoulders, pushing himself ever deeper into you with bruising force. “Take it, treasure. You wanted all of me, so take it. I’m gonna fill ya up so full.” You could barely breathe between the feral smacking of Mammon’s hips against your ass and the pressure of him leaning against your legs as they folded against your chest.

 He looked positively ethereal above you, wild white hair touseled around his ebony horns. His eyes glowed a deep blue, shining with possessiveness and lust, and hidden deep within, the tenderness that kept him in check even now. The curve of his dick was even more pronounced this way, dragging sinfully over every sensitive spot while the hair that trailed over his stomach teased your clit. You were so close, you just needed a little more.

 Luckily, Mammon was in tune with your greed, your lust for more. It was like a drug to him, the dizzying rush of his human, his treasure wanting more of him so badly. It drove him insane, he just wanted to consume and devour all you had to offer him. It was such a fine line to balance on, teasing himself with the edge of oblivion, knowing you trusted him to lose control just enough. He could live forever on this feeling alone. His lithe fingers trailed down your leg, finding the jewel nestled in your fold, prime for Mammon's taking. He was always drawn to such things, after all.

 “Tell me treasure, tell me ya want me.”

 "I want you, Mammon, only you." His cock twitched at your admission, heart beating erratically at how easily the words spilled from your mouth.

 “Tell me ya love me.”

 "I love you, Mammon, more than I've ever loved anything, please." He groaned low and deep, rumbling in his chest as tears threatened to drown his sight. His fingers nimbly drew patterns on your clit, pushing you higher, closer to your peak.

 “I love ya so much, my treasure. I’m gonna fill you up so good with my love, you’re gonna be dripping it for days. Everyone’s gonna know who ya belong to, especially when ya start showin’.” His eyes rolled back as you clenched in response to his words. “You’re such a good girl for me, I love ya.” All you could do now is hold onto his arms as he pounded into you relentlessly, the calloused finger on your clit rubbing frantically on the edge of pain. “Cum for me, my treasure. Cum and I’ll fuck a baby into ya, just like ya want.” He begged, and that was all it took to push you over the edge, the cascade of your release flowing over Mammon and staining the sheets below you.

 He whined, low and desperate as he bucked into you with abandon. The rhythmic pulsing seemed to pull him in, gripping him for all that he was worth. With a final look at your blissed-out face, Mammon came within you, filling you to the point that his release dripped down to join yours on the blankets.

  He moved you slowly after he recovered, taking the time to stretch your legs out as he lowered them around his hips. Once you had caught your breath, he reluctantly pulled out from your heat, collapsing next to you on the bed before rolling to face you. His fingers traced through your hair, not unlike how you usually played with his. “Ya alright? I wasn’t too rough with ya, was I?” You shook your head with a smile.

 “It was perfect, Mammon.” You hummed in contentment, stretching out your sore muscles before cuddling into his chest. His breath hitched, and it took him a moment to wrap his arm around your waist.

 “Did ya mean what you said? About wantin’ to have my kid?” His voice was soft, unsure.

 “Of course, silly. Maybe more than one.” You could practically feel his heart skip under your hands.

 “And you love me?”

 “And I love you.”

 “I love ya too.” You hummed in response, sleep pulling heavily at your mind.

 "C'mon treasure, let's get you cleaned up before we go to bed." He laughed softly at your pouting face, also reluctant to move. If he got up, all this might have been a dream. Surely it'd be better to just spend forever in his bed than to wake up and find you gone. But he knew that your needs were more important, and if anything happened to his human, he'd never forgive himself. "Fine, guess I'll just have to carry ya. I'm not makin' this a regular thing, though." A lie, he knew as soon as he held your content body in his arms. He'd carry you around everywhere if you asked. To the bathroom and back would be a good start.

[obeywho-meduh]

#59 with mammon, please? 🥰 nsfw and f!reader. tysm!! @flirtlet

I won’t lie this started off fluffy but hey it still got where it needed 🤣💋

Hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

59. ..or we could make out..

⚠️NSFW WARNING: Mammon x F!Reader, Penetration, Love bites, Climax

Why is it whenever she wanted to have a quiet day, Mammon always ended up dragging her into something that involved them running and hiding? This time she was on the roof of RAD because he decided to scam some demons out of some money, and she only got pulled into the mess when he bumped into her and then flew them here. She was sitting on one of the benches watching him pace around.

“Mammon…”

He was looking around to make sure he wasn’t seen and he breathed a sigh of relief then turned to look at her. “Think we’ll be good for a minute, ya should be honored that the Great Mammon decided to bring ya along!” Putting his thumb up he smiled.

“We’re both going to miss class! And I can’t get down from here without you because this is only accessible by flying or magic! Which I can’t do either of!” You cross your arms and pout until a small crow flies down and lands on her thigh. It still looked young as it tilted its head and looked at her.

“Oi! Who said you were allowed to touch my human!” Mammon stomped over and the crow turned around on her lap to look at him and as he did he the bird flew into his face. “Gah!” The crow then nestled and sat on his head.

She couldn’t help but laugh as Mammon flailed about trying to shoo the crow away but it would land right back on top of his head. “Looks like he likes you~”

He panted a bit then sighed loudly, “Cause I raised him, one of my many crows. But!” He tried to shoo him again by shaking his head around then running towards her but the crow pursued and as Mammon did a sharp turn the crow landed back on her lap.

Looking up at her again as she smiled, “You’re such a beautiful crow~” It then flapped its wings lightly and nuzzled into her lap. She then started to pet its head, “Awwww! Mammon! It’s sooo cute!”

“Oi! Oi! Oi! Get off my human!” Mammon sat down next to her and tried to reach to grab the crow but she hit his hand away.

“You leave him alone! I’m going to pet him since I’m stuck up here.” She turned her body from him and continued to pet the crow.

“Tch..” Mammon pouted, turning his back to her as well, “Ya should want to spend time with the Great Mammon!”

“I am spending time with you! But what are we going to do up here Mammon?” She snapped back, it’s not that she didn’t want to hang out with him but she wasn’t fond of missing her classes, mainly because of how Lucifer would lecture her about it.

“Ah.. I mean..”

Even though she wasn’t looking at him she could tell he was getting flustered thinking about how to answer.

“Of course the Great Mammon has an idea of what to do!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! We can uh.. play a game!”

“A game?”

“Yeah..” he scratched the back of his head. “..or we could make out..” Some crows in the distance squawked, summoning the one in her lap back to them. The crow got on her shoulder then rubbed its head against her face before flying away.

She smiled and watched as it flew away, turning back to him, “What did you say Mammon?”

“Ah.” His face popped red as he got up and turned around putting his hands on his hips, “I said the Great Mammon thinks ya worthy enough to kiss!”

“What did we not do enough last night?” But let's be honest, kissing him and being body to body with him sent sparks through her. She reached up and grabbed his sleeve. He turned his head back around to her, and she lifted her leg onto the bench, her skirt sliding down her thigh and showing her underwear. “Come here, my greedy demon, I know what we can do.” She motioned him to come closer.

Mammon’s face, still a bit red wore a smirk, “Don’ have to tell me twice.” He let her pull his wrist bringing him down to her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and turned her head as their lips melded. His hands came down and slid down her thighs taking ahold of her underwear before lifting her ass quickly to pull them off.

She tried to take the lead but was soon dominated when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him.

Time seemed to stop and their bodies arranged themselves, she ended up sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around him as they faced each other.

He never knew when to stop, taking breaths and smelling her fragrance. Their fingers twined in the others’ hair, while her throbbing core proceeded to rub growing lump in his pants. The heat from her making its way through his pants.

Pulling away from each other it was as if instinct took over both of them, they both took off their shirts quickly.

While Mammon reached around to undo her bra, while biting into her soft flesh enough to leave a mark, she had her hands undoing his pants and pulled his cock out.

She stroked his member while her bra fell as his mouth came down and took hold of her nipple, nipping it before sucking using his tongue to play. He listened to her moan as her hands returned to wrap around his neck and her hips came closer to his so she could grind herself on him. Her sopping core moving up and down the length of his twitching cock made him grip her ass, “My little human ready to take the Great Mammon’s gold bar?”

She tried not to titter as she kissed his neck, “Give it to me Mammon.”

He lifted her by her ass, aligning himself with her hole and he looked up at her, “Y/N be sure to scream my name.” His hands released her ass letting her fall on to the full length of his cock.

“Aaahhh...Fuc..Mammon!” Her nails ran down his neck to his shoulders as he moved, bouncing her on him. His hands return to her ass so he could get better control, his groans and panting mixing with her moans.

“Y/N y’er pussy really takes me all in. It feels so good inside ya.” He kissed her neck before biting it, his body started to lean as he cradled her thrusting deeper inside her.

“M-Mammon! Your c-cock!” She didn’t know if it was that she was still sensitive from last night or if it was the fact they were out in the open that she was on the brink already. The thought that someone was going to appear and see them, see him deep inside her. Her apex clenched around him at the thought.

“More! Say my name more!” He was vigorously slamming her hips against his, his breath hit her neck as he placed more and more love bites on her.

She couldn’t hold it back anymore as she grasped his hair, “Maammoon!” Feeling her body give way as her legs squeezed his waist holding her to him as she could feel him grind harder until his cock throbbed releasing his cum into her. Bodies holding each other as their orgasms slowly subsided and she slowly stood pulling him out of her.

The feel of his seed seeping out gave her goosebumps, as she gathered her clothes to dress herself, she got her shirt but now to find where he threw her underwear then she looked into the distance and saw some blurry figures. “Hey.. Mammon whose th—“

“Time to go!” His jacket was wrapped around her naked upper body as he held her in his arms flying off the roof too.

“Mammon my underwear!”

[touchstarvedsam]

I was really gonna ignore that "superior"natural thing but I saw that they seem to have some talented artists. So I thought maybe they are doing something interesting (even if it's destiel) so I checked out their Google doc and omg I'm HOWLING! Eileen calls Sam moosie, Cas calls Dean squirrel. Dean calls Cas kitten, Sam calls Eileen otter. They say it's just a incollection of ideas that might not make it into the project, but you get a sense of what you're dealing with there. And this is from1/?

A brief perusal to see how much attention Sam gets compared to Dean & Cas (a word search gave 27/87/100 results for each respectively, so not too much attention to Sam. But sure, Sam is the favorite character of some of their writers). I'm sure a deeper reading will unearth more (like, Dean saying you are home to Cas, who says we're not at the bunker, Dean replies but you are home. That sounds like something Dean would say. And Dean wishes a tulpa into existence 'cause he misses Cas too much)2/?

They say they want to eliminate plot holes but it seems what's a plot hole depends on whether it serves their ship: purgatory stays (we know they love that arc) even if it makes no sense for Crowley and Cas to go through that much in S6 when apparently there are many ways in and out. Cas, the guy who failed at almost everything he's done, is a "master strategist". Every other retcon of later seasons stays as long as it serves ship purposes. Sam gets his fair share of attention but Dean is the3/?

One who teaches Cas about being human including the textures of food (Sam and Cas pbj moment erasure) and Cas should be the one to teach Jack about his powers (no mention of Sam and Jack's relationship). Other ooc things: Cas rides a bike and when Dean asks says it reminds him of flying. After Cain, Dean takes Cas to the farm for bees (?). Cas and Dean snuggle. Knowing Cas is alive gives demon Dean strength to fight to be cured? Dean speaks enochian to Cas. Cas making a mixtape for Dean. 4/?

Cas being in regarding Dean. "Baby jack walking around in cas’s trench coat going “I’m an angel”." Home alone type ep with Jack. Dean kissing cas's forehead when he's dead in 13.01. Crowley is Jack's godfather and gets him a hellhound pet. Sam has a pet fish? Dean sings you're my sunshine to Cas as he sleeps. "Uncle Gabe". Apparently John dropped Sam and Dean off at Bobby's all the time? I don't think this is canon? Keep 15.18 but change 19&20 (of course). There's no drama or angst like 5/?

Kevin's death or Crowley's death or anything that might add tension to the story. Unless of course it serves the ship so plenty of trauma for Cas including darkness (from the empty) and sharp objects (from Naomi). A small mention of Sam's trauma with Lucifer, thank God, but it's interesting that they have so little Sam. They can say they'll flesh out more arcs for Sam but it's clear he's not a priority from how he's not present where he should be. For example, Dean will explain everything 6/?

To Mary and break her out of her brainwashing. But where's Sam? She's his mother too. Other than Eileen Sam's most meaningful relationship seems to be with his pet fish (still confused about that). Even if this project gets better in the future, which I doubt, it's clear what the direction here is. It baffles me that they think this is superior to the show we have, as problematic as the show is. I wish them best of luck but I don't have any high hopes for this. Thanks for the laughs though. 7/7

Sorry for that long ass rant in your inbox. It's in the middle of the night but I'm cackling after reading their doc and I had to share it with someone. I thought you might find it amusing as well. Hopefully all my asks go through. On the one hand, I feel bad hating on a fan project. But the way they've positioned it ("superior"), the blatant disrespect to Sam, and all the shit their side has pulled since the finale (and long before that) has really irked me. Again, sorry.

I just- this whole thing was a whirlwind of nonsense, it took me a whole week to process it. I don’t even know where to start here, or if I want to just yeet my laptop out my bedroom window into the snow. They really consider their ideas superior to the original show? More like Inferiornatural, to be honest. Superinferiornatural? They can’t even seem to characterize them correctly, let alone come up with a decent plotline or idea.

So we’ll start with the nicknames, since that is where you started. The whole thing is painfully out of character, but the worst (and funniest) of them all is Dean calling Cas “kitten,” I might actually laugh myself into an early grave with that one. Dean gives nicknames to shorten people’s names (besides Sam; Sammy is the only person who gets an extended nickname). He’s not going to give someone a longer nickname than the original nickname he uses for them! And Cas wouldn’t actually give nicknames, especially not giving Dean the nickname Crowley gave him??? Otter?! Moosie?!  W H A T. Can we move on from grade school kiddie crush nicknames?

I’m currently manifesting Dean saying “kitten” in his gruff voice with that lip curl he does sometimes and I’m cracking up about it. Thanks for the amusement, heIIers.

Of course Sam would only be mentioned 27 times to Cas’ 100 because Sam means nothing to them. He’s only ever either been in their way or a cheerleader for that horribly characterized ship of theirs. I just love how, in order to make DestieI, they have to butcher the characters so irreparably that they’re unrecognizable. Good for them, they can’t even have fanfiction of their ship where the characters keep their canon personalities. 10/10 would laugh at again.

I love the Sam erasure. It’s true to the heIIers’ character at least. They’re a one-trick pony. I’m so used to it by now that I’m totally desensitized to their bullshit. But Dean speaking Enochian? What? When and how did he learn that? I can’t see Dean in his 30s sitting there willingly to learn the language of the angels. Not even if his “kitten” is the one to teach him. Dean doesn’t give a fuck about that. If any of them is going to learn Enochian, it’ll be Sam, and they can fight me on that. I will kick anyone’s ass that argues.

I hope the mixtape Cas makes for Dean is just 4 hours of that Spaghetti song by The Wiggles because Cas sucks at doing human things.

I’d love to see the Sam erasure in the Regarding Dean one. Just swap Sam out for Cas? So Cas is the only one Dean recognizes? Hmm. Where would Sam go? A smoothie place? Yeah, as if Dean would remember the angel who he’d barely known for 8 years at that time over Sam who he’d known since he was 4 years old, lol. Sure, Jan.

The entire 5th ask is WILD, nonnie. A pet fish? Dean singing you are my sunshine? Dean kissing Cas’ forehead? LMFAO. Crowley is Jack’s godfather. The KING OF HELL is Jack’s GODfather. I’m- hgfjdksl I’m sure Dean who was ripped apart by hellhounds would love for Jack to have a pet hellhound. Yeah. Absolutely. “Uncle Gabe” yeah, fuck that guy in particular. Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t erased Eileen to make SabrieI endgame in their fic. SabrieI is the Sam version of DestieI. It’s just as nasty and abusive :) which was why the heIIers ship it. They’re into abuse. It’s their shtick.

I do wonder what the point of the fish is... Sam has always loved and wanted a dog... you’d think they’d give Sam a dog... but I forgot they don’t pay attention to the show unless the episode has Mushy in the credits. I literally saw a heIIer say they skipped episodes if Mushy wasn’t in the credits... so they don’t know how to characterize Sam or Dean, but from this message they don’t even know how to characterize Cas who seems to be their precious uwu baby angel so I’m not surprised. I can’t wait for them to start releasing this shitshow. It makes for good fodder to make fun of them all over again. They really watched a grand total of 146 out of 327 episodes and thought, “Yeah, my opinion about the show definitely matters,” and I think that’s fucking hilarious.

Sorry for taking so long to respond! Hope I did a good job, nonnie. <3

[bbnibini]

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[ Wake him up ]

(Satan’s affection +5)

Satan was unbelievably adorable when he's half-asleep. The hand you reached out to him is currently being nuzzled. If he purred right there, you were quite sure that you would lose it.

"Wake up, Satan!"

He didn't budge. It took consecutive pokes on his cheek for his eyes to open, green eyes peeking and demanding sleep.

"I would love to let you sleep some more, but we'll be locked out if we stay here any longer."

He nodded in his half-asleep state and reached out for your hand to hold it and to stand back up properly. Rubbing his eyes, he let out the cutest yawn that made your heart melt.

"Why are you smiling like that?" You heard him stutter out, knowing the reason completely. The tinge of pink on his cheeks was telling.

"Nothing~"

…and the mischievousness of your replies were also telling of your intent. He pinched your cheeks to avenge his past self. He frowned when he saw you were unfazed.

“Oh! There’s the janitor!” You beamed, bright and cheeky compared to the dark and dreary sky blanketing the ambiguous beginnings of the evening. Satan was more annoyed at you than indignant, truthfully not having the strength nor the will to get angry at you because of the cursed feeling called love that seemed to make you his every exception. You seemed to know this very fact, he couldn't help but surmise, for you seemed to always be testing the extents of those feelings. Whether it was intentional or not did not matter. It wouldn't change the feelings that you stir in his heart.

“Show me your phone!”

See? Even his shouting was more levelled than he wanted. You were a hard person to hate.

"How about no? MY. WALLPAPER. NOW~”

You saw the surly janitor’s lips twitch at your antics--well look at that, he can actually smile! And all it took was a stolen picture of your sleeping cat boy!

The “chase” continued even as you exited RAD, out of breath and laughing all the way home. You were hugged from behind as soon as you stopped to catch your breath. There was annoyance in his face as you looked up, which you returned with a toothy grin that vanished immediately on your face as he closed the distance between you. By the time he was satisfied, your lips were sore and red. Not that you mind—

“!!!”

The alarming noise you both heard however, did. You looked at each other with confused expressions, and you were the first person to ask him,

“Did you hear that?”

Satan signalled you to keep your voice down as he nodded. “It came from your room.”

Weird. You were sure you locked your room. But as you strained your ears to hear more, you did hear something. Whoever it was definitely didn’t have discretion as their priority. You were sure they knocked down the stack of books you just organised that morning, for you heard them curse as if they were buried in its sheer amount. Satan had been hanging around you lately, so some of his items were still there.

“I think I have an idea on who it is.”

Oh? You didn’t want to believe it, but it seems that he was the only possibility. As Satan opened the door, you had mixed feelings when you and your thief locked eyes. Books were strewn on the floor, and he too was somewhat caught in all the clutter, holding Satan’s beloved gift to you in utmost care. You heard Mammon curse when he looked up to see both of you. His deep blue eyes were laced with surprise.

“I-I can explain!” He struggled to get out from the stack of books burying him underneath. “It ain’t what it looks like--!”

“Really?” Satan bent down and plucked a singular flower from the bouquet, twisting its stem with his fingers. “This particular breed of carnations costs a lot of money if you sell it on Akuzon. Even a single flower can give you a small fortune.”

If he was aware of how extravagant his gift was, then why must he let you carry it in public? It was embarrassing!

“Tell me, Mammon.” Satan barred the only exit to your room with cold eyes. “How did you get in here?” You can feel Satan’s murderous aura from your side. If you won’t stop him now, you weren’t sure what will happen. So you did what any desperate not-lover would…and held his hand.

!!!

Satan looked surprised and turned to you with flushed cheeks. “Must you do this at a time like this?” He stuttered, ultimately betraying his words as he squeezed your hand back. His anger had finally subsided, his tone more subdued that you couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“We need to hear him out.” You reasoned, pleading him with your eyes.

“Even if the evidence is glaring?” Satan frowned further, so you pacified him again with a squeeze to his hand.

“Anger wouldn’t solve this.” He looked hurt at your words so you had to clarify your meaning. “Mammon has a right to explain himself. I knew him long enough to be sure that he wouldn’t steal from me without reason.” And looking back on it...despite his not-so-sterling reputation, Mammon never did steal things from you. It was incredibly strange of him to sneak around your room like this in the first place. You looked up at Satan and smiled reassuringly. “Thank you for getting angry for my sake.”

Satan sighed heavily in relent. “You’re way too lenient on him. But you’re right. Thank you too for calming me down.”

Your beloved Avatar of Wrath had a lot of complicated feelings with regards to his representative sin—and while you couldn’t grasp it in its entirety yet, you were hopeful that you would understand him deeper as your relationship progressed. What you only knew now was that you didn’t want him to feel saddened by being branded only for his anger when you can see how painfully he struggled to set himself apart from it. The Satan you knew was awkward, yet thoughtful and gentle and kind.

“Anytime.” You kissed his knuckles as you let go, bending down to help Mammon get out from the book pile.

You...couldn't read Mammon's expression (as weird as it was). He usually had his heart on his sleeve, but somehow...it felt like he was trying desperately to hide something.

“Thanks…” Mammon’s words were almost a whisper as he clutched the bouquet to his chest.

“So—“

“I—!” Mammon interrupted, but stopped his words prematurely, looking at Satan, then at you, then at Satan again.

“…I didn’t steal nothin’!”

“Then, may I ask why you were here?”

“!!!”

He looked uncomfortable, but you pressed on. You didn’t want to be suspicious of him, but Satan had a point too.

“…Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yes, Mammon. What do you mean by maybe?” (Satan)

Sataaaaaaaan! Oh, of course he didn’t look angry. He was definitely holding back for your sake, but you can still feel the venom in his words.

Oh, there it was. Your beloved, transparent, exasperating yet endearing old friend. You felt relieved to see him back again. It was odd seeing Mammon so solemn.

“MAYBE I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA SELL IT! HAPPY?!” That exasperating yet endearing old friend said, clutching the flowers tighter to his person. His admittance however, only worsened the situation.

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The smile on Satan’s face was unsettling. It reminded you of that one old school movie that coined a certain term in a certain website.

“You heard him.” He turned to you with that same, plastic smile.

You did hear him. There was definitely a reason behind it—a reason he didn’t seem to be comfortable sharing with his brother, but you still couldn’t help your disappointment. Perhaps you were lenient on him as Satan said, but you justified your leniency by telling yourself that that was just him being him, and you cared for him as a friend so you should let it pass. But now that you were finally on the receiving end of his stealing agenda, a sense of clarity only brought by experience started to dawn on you: there were no heroes nor villains in this situation. Mammon’s brothers had every right to get angry at Mammon for his stealing habits, and Mammon had every right to find their treatment of him despite it all unfair. So where should you, a neutral party, stand? Do you chime in at their (oftentimes) harsh criticisms of Mammon’s character, or must you call out their unfair prejudice?

“I understand,” You found yourself saying despite not understanding your almost instinctual replies entirely; only filtered out by your desire for objectivity. You looked up at Mammon and decided to be honest with him.

“I’m disappointed in you.” You saw him shrink from where he stood, yet the firmness of his hold on the bouquet indicated that he didn’t regret his actions. “But, I want to understand why you were desperate enough to do this. You’ve never done this before, after all.”

Mammon’s eyes looked almost watery as he bit his lip and nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology.” You said your next sentence a lot softer: words only meant for Mammon to hear. “You have your reasons, don’t you?”

Mammon gulped as he locked eyes with a still-smiling Satan, whose sinister look already foretold his doom. Your attempts to negotiate with his blond harbinger of death ended in failure.

“I’m afraid I can’t just let this pass. He deserves to be punished for this and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

Ah. Mammon already gave up. You saw the light in his eyes fade as he smiled at you in defeat.

“Satan!”

“Fine. I’ll consider giving him a lighter punishment for your sake.”

“Sataaaan.”

“I promise to give him a lighter punishment for your sake.”

Well, that was the best you can do. At least that brought back a bit of colour on Mammon’s face. You could only hope for the best now.

stn

I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me.

Texting Lucifer about your worries only made the situation worse.

Lucifer

Frankly, I think it’s about time you would stop coddling him. He would be punished accordingly.

You

its not that i dont understand. i just think satan is going too far. mammon never did this to me before

Lucifer

Never means eventually in Mammon’s vocabulary and you know that.

You

i don’t. i believe in mammon. he’s the guardian demon you assigned for me, after all.

You  

don’t get me wrong. im definitely disappointed. in fact, im very upset right now. im beginning to understand your perspective now. it doesn’t change the fact that i still care for mammon though.

Lucifer

…fine. I’ll see to it that any punishment he receives would be…fair in human standards.

You  

thank you! oh! satan is with you right now, isn’t he?

Lucifer

Yes. Do you want to relay a message?

You

yea. he isn’t answering my texts so could you please ask him what he meant by “confiscating my bouquet?”

Lucifer  

…

You

Lucifer?

Lucifer

...you will know soon.

You  

???

Lucifer

Get some rest. Good night.

END

Weeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiird. Even the twins who whisked you away from your room were also acting strange.

Any questions about the meaning behind their surreptitious glances and conspiratorial remarks were answered with seemingly oblivious offers of playing several rounds of Devilkart with you in Levi’s room.

“NO! THEY CAN’T GO IN!”

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If you would ever be allowed to enter, that is. He was still angry over what happened with your pop-up café plans(which he had every right to do so). You weren’t expecting to be forgiven, so you shouldn’t really feel too disappointed and hurt that he was acting so distantly with you again. You deserved it, after all.

“I’m sorry, Levi—“

…the door was slammed at your face once the twins were let in. It didn’t hurt you as you were able to back away before the impact, but a portion of your heart seemed to have taken some damage. With bitten lips, you let your palms rest against the door, hoping your words were getting through him.

“I’m really sorry…” Somewhere along the way, you found that you stopped trying to make up with him. You had been so comfortable with each other that the fact that he was acting distant with you again never seemed to dawn on your mind until now. You thought he just needed more time, more space…but perhaps you should have tried harder.

“Sorry, Beel. Belphie. I’ll just get some sleep for tonight.”

You heard someone shout. A strong force pulled you inside—enough to make you lose your balance and stumble upon the closest person on your vicinity. He was still holding your hand, his eyes wincing at the pain of the impact. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days.

“Levi! Are you okay?”

You hurriedly got off him and offered your hand. He looked at it for a while before reluctantly taking it to stand, eyes glued on the floor.

“Lucifer told us you can stay here for tonight.”

“Oh…” You sounded disappointed.

“He’s really worried about you.” Beel suddenly chimed in, handing you your usual Devilkart controller. “Maybe he’s just embarrassed to make up with you.”

“Can’t we just start already? I’m getting sleepy.” Belphie added, yawning to prove his point.

“You’re worried? For what?”

“!!!” Levi’s face suddenly turned really red. Any attempt to cover his flushed face was futile.

“Is it because you heard I was stumped with so much work?”

“!!!”

“Are you the one who gave me snacks in the break room?”

Ah, he wasn’t looking anymore. His face was now completely covered by his hands. The tip of his ears were also dyed in that lovely colour.

You felt warm all over. Something was stinging your eyes and causing them to close. Before you knew it, you were tackling him on the ground again, relieved. Happy—the last thing you’d ever want to happen is to lose such an important friend.

“I’m so sorry, Levi! So much just happened and—!”

“I know.” His hand hovered over your back, reluctant for contact. “But next time, tell me in advance. I don’t want to read through those text walls of apologies again!”

“Sorry…”

Where would you even begin to tell him? So much had happened since your fight. Perhaps you can start with a round of Devilkart? Sometimes, games and hobbies were the best form of communication after all. And you knew for sure that you weren’t the only one who missed gaming nights together.

“Get off. Your snot is getting all over me.”

“Okayyyy.”

“Matchups are decided with rock, paper scissors. We’ll start after you wash your face.”

“Okayyyyyy.”

You heard him complain about his back as he returned to his seat and looked over you. It was such a relief to see his face again.

“Hey Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s nice to see you back.”

Smiling, you told him, “Me too.”

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It’s Not You Pt.8

a/n: Sorry it took so long to get this next chapter done! School sucks :)

“Alrighty then my amigos. Listen closely now.” Gabriel sat forward and rubbed his hand together, smiling devilishly. “Our story begins when a certain moose started humming Metallica. Which, let’s be honest, is a horrible band.”

“Hey!” The indignant cry came from both Winchesters. Cas smiled a bit at the amount of protectiveness Dean had towards things he loved, whether it be a car, a guitar, a brother, or a band. Sam was the same, and Cas fully understood what traits he picked up from his brother. He also understood now why Sam could never shut up about Dean.

Dean Winchester, who was Cas’s soulmate. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Around the fact that this gorgeous guy was truly his. All of him, from his fresh apple green eyes, to Disney Prince voice, to incredibly fit body, and then to Cas’s favorite, his fanfiction perfect lips. Lips that when stretched into a smile made Cas’s world light up. 

Lips that were now pulled into a frown as he was arguing with Gabe over which band was better, Metallica or Asia. Cas’s brother was insisting that Asia was the better of the two, while both Winchesters were shaking their heads furiously and stating otherwise. Cas himself preferred pop, specifically Bruno Mars, so he just sat with an amused smile and listened to Gabe finally throw his hands up in defeat and glare at the others. 

“It doesn’t matter. The point was that it annoyed me. A lot. So much that I wasn’t really listening to what he was saying-”

“So that’s why you were ignoring me at first? I just thought you didn’t like me!” Sam looked affronted. “I was trying that whole time to get a laugh out of you because Cas said that you liked to joke around but then I just gave up.”

All of them chuckled at that. Dean’s chest rumbled at every laugh, and Cas smiled at the vibrations it sent through him.

Gabe rolled his eyes and continued. “Is that why you locked us in a closet? To get a laugh out of me?”

Cas’s eyes widened, and he felt Dean choke out a “You WHAT?”

Sam glowered and stuck his tongue out at Gabe. “It wasn’t like that and you know it, Mr. I’m Gonna Joke About Very Serious Matters-”

“You were hiding from someone! That isn’t considered serious!”

“Umm yeah it is if you think they’re gonna find you locked in a closet with some older kid! The rumors that could have come out of that!”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s not as if she found us-”

“But she was this close because of your obnoxious loud jokes and comments and-”

“What are you dumbasses even talking about?” Came the question from Dean that had been plaguing Cas as well. As cute and entertaining as their bickering was, Cas had absolutely no idea what was going on.

“He was hiding from a girl.” Said Gabe with a shake of his head. “What a wuss.”

Glancing at Cas with pleading eyes, Sam elaborated, “It was Lucy.”

Cas inhaled sharply. Lucy was a senior that was the most obnoxious girl that Cas had ever met. She couldn’t walk past anyone without making a comment about them. She mostly picked on freshman, though, and it wasn’t rare that people would dart into classrooms as soon as they saw her walking down the halls.

Cas realized that Gabe was still talking. “If it would have been up to me, I would’ve walked right up to that bitch and slapped her exquisite little ass into next Tuesday like the man I am.”

Sam barked out a laugh. “The ‘man you are’? You screamed when you saw that spider on the railing.”

“I did NOT scream! I let out a small noise of discomfort. It’s not the same thing.”

“Suuure.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Wait so what’s this about you guys getting locked in the closet?” Dean asked curiously, glancing at Cas. They were both trying to stifle their laughter.

“Right. So. When Scaredy Cat here saw Miss Princess Bitch walking down the hallway, he hauled my ass into the nearest room, which happened to be a closet. A closet that was so packed with brooms and buckets and shit that I could barely breathe with this moose taking up all the space.” He pointed a finger accusingly at Sam. “You’re lucky you smell good, or I would’ve beaten your ass to a pulp.”

Sam mocked being offended, placing a hand on his chest and gaping at Gabe with hurt eyes.

“And so we’re just standing there, smushed together like a soulmate sandwich, neither of us making a peep-”

“That is so not true and you know it! The minute we were in there you winked at me and was like,” Sam scrunched up his face and made his voice higher, trying to imitate Gabe. “ ‘I didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants this bad.’ ”

Cas snorted. It was just like his brother to make everyone around him as uncomfortable as possible, whether it be with actions or words. It was also just like him to flirt with every person he met, and in doing so practically ruining any chance he has with them with how inappropriate his pickup lines are.

“And I’m trying to shush you because Lucy could walk by and hear at any moment, but you just keep talking and talking and won’t shut up!” Sam made his voice higher again. “ ‘I bet this is where you take all the girls.’ ”

“I do not sound like that! You’re making it sound as if I’m a constipated five year old that hasn’t had anything to drink in weeks.” Gabe swiveled his incredulous gaze to Cas, as if hoping that his brother would back him up. Shaking his head with a laugh, Cas shrugged his shoulders and giggled at the furious look on Gabe’s face.

“Traitors, that’s what the lot of you are! Traitors! Woe is me, there is nobody I can trust in this cruel world!” He pressed a hand to his heart and collapsed onto the bed. 

“Drama queen.” Cas heard Sam mutter. Again, the soft rumble of Dean’s voice made Cas turn his head to look up at his soulmate, who was smiling and had a spark in his beautiful eyes that Cas never wanted to go out.

“Wait so how’d you get out?” Cas asked when he realized that he was staring and probably starting to creep Dean out. Sam was about to answer when Gabe shot back up from the bed.

“This asshole broke the doorknob! And before he starts telling you that it isn’t true and that it just fell off by itself, I will tell you that I was an eyewitness to the fact that his great big paws mauled the poor doorknob to death.”

“That’s a lie! That is such a lie! I barely touched the thing and it snapped clean off!” At this, Cas and Dean started outright laughing. Being completely honest, Cas was so glad that, although his conversation with Dean was at first awkward, they got to know each other a bit without getting locked in a closet together.

“Sammy you would do something like that and say that it snapped off. It’s not like instead of hands you have hooves.” Dean told his now even angrier brother who looked as if steam was about to start coming off of him any second.

“I swear it just broke off!”

Gabe mimicked Sam in a deeper voice. “ ‘I swear it just broke off’ my ass! First you locked us in there for half an hour, insisting that she was still in the hallway. Then, you decimated the handle, making it nearly impossible for us to get out-”

“It would have maybe gone quicker if you hadn’t been groping me the entire time!”

“I’m sorry, groping?! I was trying to find something that could help us! I wasn’t groping you!”

“Oh sure. SURE. Then why did I feel a hand on my ass, hmm?”

“That was an accident!” Then wagging his eyebrows, he whispered, “But it’s a great ass you got there, Sam.”

Sam immediately blushed and hid his face in his hands with a groan. Dean and Cas were laughing again, and Cas realized how great this was. Sitting with friends and laughing. He didn’t understand why his mother had made such a fuss over college a few weeks ago.

Cas froze. His mother. He promised that he would tell her when he met his soulmate. Only, that might have been an issue now because his soulmate was a boy. And so was Gabe’s. Not that his mother had anything against gays, but Cas knew that she had desperately wished for another lady in the family that she could talk to. Cas smiled a bit and tried to picture Dean having a conversation with his mother about the latest knitting trends.

Dean, who was now intertwining their hands and pressing a soft kiss to Cas’s hair. Sam and Gabe were still arguing, but Cas could still see the fondness for each other under all the banter. Sam had always liked the stories about Gabe more than those about Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael. He obviously liked the older Novak brother, and Cas could see it in the way he laughed with him and subconsciously leaned his body towards Gabe when he talked. Cas wondered if it was the same with other soulmates. Was it the same between him and Dean?

Cas was jerked back into reality when there was an indignant cry of “You liar!” from Gabe, who was now up on his feet. Sam was too, and Cas realized that he’d been spacing out, and had missed almost everything the other two had said. 

Gabe was now furiously waving his arms around, trying to explain something about how coffee wouldn’t make up the mental abuse he had faced in the closet. Sam was firmly stating that it had been his only choice, and shook his head when Gabe countered him.

“And then, if you’ll believe it, he doused me with it! The burning hot coffee! All over this body!”

“I did not! I tripped! It was an accident!”

“No it wasn’t! You wanted to get back at me for groping you-”

“AHA! So you admit that you groped me!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You sure as hell did!”

“Whatever. And then to make it worse, you started trying to jerk me off-”

“I WAS TRYING TO WIPE THE COFFEE OFF OF YOUR SHIRT, YOU ASSHOLE!”

Both Dean and Cas were shaking with laughter at the arguing and accusations.

“Screw you, Winchester.” Then turning back to Cas and Dean still sitting cuddled up by the foot of Cas’s bed, he smiled. “And that’s the story of how we found out.”

“Wait what?” Dean was now clearly confused, and so was Cas. “So when did you see the name?”

“When I was wiping the coffee off of his shirt.” Sam explained. Sending a glare at Gabe, he added, “Not jerking you off.” Gabe stuck his tongue out at Sam. “And that’s also when I realized that I needed to tell you that we weren’t soulmates. But I guess you didn’t need me to tell you because you figured it out yourself.”

Cas blushed and felt Dean’s arm tighten around him. 

There was now a moment of silence as they all just sat and breathed; the fun now over. While they had been talking, the sun had started to set, and it was now close to dusk. The day would be ending soon, and both Cas and Sam had to go back to classes tomorrow.

Cas felt his heart sink slightly at the thought that Dean would have to leave him. Yes they could see each other during the weekends, but that meant five, long, Dean-less days between visits. Days that Cas didn’t know he could handle. It was a little cruel that he’d find his soulmate, just to have him taken away for days on end.

Dean was obviously thinking the same thing, as he kept glancing down at Cas as if trying to memorize his features. Not that Cas minded. In all honesty, he liked it when Dean looked at him. It made him feel bubbly and happy and weightless inside.

It was Sam who finally broke the silence, making a soft declaration about the time and how he and Cas still had homework to finish up before the next day.

Heaving a sigh, all four of the boys got up and slowly made their way out of the room. Walking down the halls with his hand in Dean’s made Cas inexplicably elated, and he couldn’t stop grinning. Every time he felt Dean’s eyes on him, the grin widened.

They walked out onto the lawn, and Cas let out a laugh as he saw Dean’s eyes now being drawn towards the food trucks that Cas had long since grown accustomed to, as they were almost a constant presence in his daily life.

They made it to the parking lot, and Sam and Gabe strode over to Gabe’s car, while Dean led Cas towards the Impala that Cas had admired earlier. 

With the proudest smile on his face, Dean patted the roof of his car. “Cas, this is Baby. Baby, meet Cas.”

Cas giggled and patted her roof, too. “It’s nice to meet you, Baby.” 

Dean laughed. 

The two boys just stood and stared at each other for a second. Then Dean’s arms were around him and Cas sighed as he was engulfed by Dean. He in turn wrapped his arms around his soulmate, and buried his face into his neck, breathing in the smell that was now so familiar to him. 

Pulling back, Dean whispered a soft, “Bye Cas.” He then pressed their lips together, and Cas pushed up into the kiss. He could do this forever. Just stand here, with his arms wrapped around Dean. 

But those were not the plans that Sam had, who had now walked up and cleared his throat. They pulled apart, and Cas said goodbye again as he left the two brothers to hug it out and made his way a few cars down to Gabe, who pulled him into a rough embrace and made a blushing Cas promise that he’d use a condom. Then, giving him a wink, Gabe clambered into his car and backed it out, driving away with a wave.

Cas strolled back to the Impala, where Sam and Dean had just broken up their hug and were exchanging last words. Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder and his eyes found Cas’s as he sat down and started the engine. Giving both boys a smile, Dean put Baby in reverse, and with a final way drove off.

Sam and Cas stood alone on the grass for a moment. 

“Next weekend can’t come fast enough.”

“You said it.”

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Lucifer Morningstar Imagine - Someone Hurts You

Anonymous said:

HELL YEAH! 😄A Lucifer request! Pretty much whatever you want, reader gets hurt, Luci gets overprotective and, confessing and fluff? I LOVE Lucifer, and I'm so happy you opened requests for him, thank you doll! 😍😘

Warnings: mentions of violence, angst

Your P.O.V.

My body was aching all the way from my toes to my head. I grunted in pain as I tried to move but that was surprisingly hard. I was stuck on the hospital bed alone since the nurse just left. She had given me a doze of some medicines but it would take a little while until they would start working, numbing my pain away.

At first, I was confused of why I was here. My memory was blank and it scared me. Then the nurse had told me that someone called an ambulance for me last night and my brain started working. I remembered getting into a street fight with a thug who connected me to Lucifer, my closest friend. 

I supposed he had worked on a case with detective Decker and they were close to finding the bad guy. Evidently, the bad guy had found me and tried to finish me of or tell Lucifer a message. Whatever the case, I was in hospital and I had a lot of wounds and fractures. The thought of being beaten up on the streets scared me a lot and knowing it actually happened made me feel sick.

‘‘Where is she?’‘ I heard a familiar voice behind the door. My eyes focused on the white hospital door and I waited for Lucifer to come in. It didn’t take long until he door flew open and he walked in in a hurry. As he saw me, his body froze and I could tell my condition shocked him. For some reason, I felt ashamed and tears stung my eyes.

‘‘Y/N..’‘ He breathed out my name and then walked closer. Lucifer dragged a green chair from the corner next to my bed so he could take a seat. I didn’t mind as he placed his soft hand above mine. We were quiet for a moment as reality sunk into our minds. Lucifer seemed to struggle with believing this. 

‘‘It’s..not your fault’‘ I choked out as I recognized the look on his face; guilt. Lucifer narrowed his eyes which caused a tear to roll down his face. ‘‘Yes it is, Y/N! If I..I would’ve found the son of a bitch sooner..This wouldn’t have ever occurred!’‘ He tried to blame himself for this which saddened me.

‘‘No’‘ I tried to speak but suddenly, I coughed. Lucifer inhaled sharply and kept an eye on me as I tried to catch my breath again. The few coughs made my ribs sting madly and I could tell some of them were broken. The nurse had read out what was wrong with me but I had been in shock so I didn’t remember much.

‘‘I came as soon as I could’‘ He sighed after a while. I swallowed a lump in my throat and then nodded, happy to have him by my side now. That made me think about what he had done as I was here. ‘‘Did you and Decker catch the bad guy?’‘ I wanted to know, clearing my throat a few times because it was really dry. Lucifer noticed and he got up, walking to the sink and I watched as he grabbed a plastic cup.

‘‘We did, he’s in police custody’‘ Lucifer mumbled mysteriously. I knew him too well to let that slip by. He was hiding something. ‘‘What more?’‘ I sighed and then grabbed the plastic cup weakly. Lucifer didn’t let go of it since he noticed I could barely hold it myself. I blushed as he helped me take a few sips of the cold water. 

He was quiet until I let him put the cup away. ‘’I should probably tell you later, if you’re tired. It’s not a shocker but it’s still a lot to think about’’ Lucifer tried to avoid the truth which bothered me. ‘’I can handle it’’ I promised him and then took a deep breath, realizing the medicines were kicking off.

Lucifer eyed me silently for a while, probably thinking about whatever had happened. Then he looked away, looking defeated. ‘’Fine’’ Lucifer agreed to tell me more. Although I was nervous, I was intrigued to know what this was about. ‘’I found him before Decker. The bloody nutter was so proud of the damage he’d done. So I gave him a taste of his own medicine’’ Lucifer finally admitted which made me look at him wide eyed. I was worried he had gotten himself into some serious trouble.

‘‘Before I went too far, Decker stopped me. That scam is going to rot in prison and after that he’ll go straight to hell’‘ Lucifer told me with determination in his voice. I could almost see fire in his eyes as he spoke about the man he clearly despised. Just thinking about him beating up the man who had put me here was both scary and relieving. He obviously cared for me but I didn’t want him to do things that could ruin his own life, such as beating someone half way to death.

‘‘Are you okay?’‘ I asked Lucifer. He turned to look at me with a sad smile. ‘‘I’m..I’m well’‘ He sighed and suddenly stood up. ‘‘You should rest’‘ Was all he said before he left me alone in here. I just stared at the door as I wondered why he left so suddenly and then I felt bad. Was he actually okay?

                After Lucifer left, I got a few hours of sleep. The next time I woke up, I got new visitors. I was surprised to see Linda with beautiful, yellow flowers. She offered me a smile as she noticed I was awake. ‘’Hi, Y/N’’ Linda greeted me and put the flowers on the nightstand beside my bed. Then she sat down on the chair Lucifer had sat on earlier.

‘‘Linda..hello’’ I mumbled tiredly, wondering why she came to see me. She was a busy woman so I didn’t expect her to come. But it made me happy, of course. ‘‘I’m so sorry about what happened to you. I hope you’ll get better fast’‘ She apologized softly. 

‘‘Yeah, I hope so too’‘ I admitted and tried to move my fingers. My right middle finger was broken so it was tied with my ring finger and it had a tight gypsum around it. ‘‘Has Lucifer been here yet?’‘ Linda wondered rather innocently. That’s when I remembered his strange behaviour.

‘‘He visited me before I fell asleep. It didn’t last too long’‘ I let the doctor know. She nodded as I spoke, probably analyzing stuff in her head. ‘‘He told me about the guy and the fight between them and then he just left’‘ I continued, reliving the moment in my head.

‘‘He visited me before I came to see you’‘ Linda let me know which caught my interest. I looked at her with confusion evident on my face. ‘‘He’s truly upset that this happened but then again, I’m not allowed to tell you everything. Don’t worry tho, he’ll come back’‘ Linda reassured me and patted my good hand. She made me curious but I didn’t question her more. I knew she wasn’t allowed to spill her secrets to me.

But why was she so sure of Lucifer coming back to this boring room?

***

The next day came rather quickly. The amount of painkillers helped me sleep like a rock. I woke up as a nurse helped me eat breakfast and gave me even more medicines. I was told I could leave today if I got help by a friend or a family member.

So I was just waiting here until I could think of someone I could call. Before I made up my mind, the door opened and I flinched, startled by the interruption. For a slight moment, I thought the guy who had put me here came back to finish me off.

But I was relieved to see Lucifer with an empty wheelchair. He seemed calmer today. ‘’Are you ready to go? The penthouse is full of goods I’m sure you’ll enjoy’’ Lucifer asked me almost happily. I was just confused as heck. ‘’How did you know I was allowed to go?’’ I wanted to know and attempted to sit up on the bed. My back hurt as I moved but I was determined.

‘‘I told them I was your fiance and they believed me’‘ He let me know his master plan. I couldn’t help but to giggle, hoping it would hide the fact I was blushing. Thankfully, I wasn’t attached to the heart monitor or else he would’ve heard my heartbeat that grew.

Lucifer helped me off the bed and on the wheelchair. Seeing him this gentle was new but I liked it. He made sure he didn’t hurt me at all in process. Then I remembered yesterday. ‘’Lucy?’’ I sighed and then faced him seriously. He turned around slowly and tried to keep a smile on his face. 

‘‘Why did you beat the guy up?’‘ I wanted to know. Maybe it was a dumb question but we all knew he would end up in jail anyway. My question made him chuckle in pain and he shook his head. It wasn’t enough to make him speak. My core felt cold as I just waited for him to speak.

‘‘Because he hurt you, Y/N’‘ He muttered half of the truth. I hated to admit it that I knew him way too well to tell he was hiding something from me, again. ‘‘Lucifer, please. Be honest with me. Did he do something else? Did he threaten your other friends?’‘ I tried to dig deeper into this situation.

Suddenly Lucifer’s head snapped and he looked straight into my soul, sending shivers down my spine. ‘’He almost put the woman I care about the most into a coma! That’s..that’s what he did’’ Lucifer raised his voice but realized what he said mid sentence. I most certainly did not expect him to burst like that, let alone say those words.

Shock was most likely obvious on my face and Lucifer seemed shocked of himself as well. The happy, confident guy wasn’t there at the moment. ‘’There, you heard it. I really do like you, more than just a friend. As I heard that the useless piece of humanity had put you to hospital, I thought I had lost you’’ Lucifer decided to keep talking instead of allowing an awkward silence to set between us.

By now, my eyes watered and I felt like crying. I thought my feelings for him were one-sided but I was wrong. It hurt that I found out like this and I felt bad for worrying him. ‘’Lucifer, I had no idea you..you thought of me like that’’ I admitted as a hot tear rolled down my face. He clenched his jaw and then sat down on the hospital bed, looking at me silently.

‘‘If I wasn’t stuck in this chair, I would hug you’‘ I attempted desperately to light up the mood. His eyes widened and he looked surprised. I just smiled, hoping I could make him understand I cared about him just as much. ‘‘Are you for real?’‘ He breathed out and cleared his throat. I nodded and raised my arms as much as I could in this state.

Lucifer got in front of me and leaned in for a warm hug. I melted against the devil as I wrapped my arms around him. He held me as well, but very gently. ‘’I like you too you know’’ I whispered honestly before we parted from our soft hug. ‘’You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. I almost thought you wouldn’t come to the penthouse. I even got your favourite candy up there’’ Lucifer let me know and seemed more like himself again.

‘‘Then what are we waiting for?’‘ I asked him, more than ready to leave this tiny room. I hated being in hospital and I was pretty sure I wasn’t the only one. Lucifer put a blanket on me to keep me warm and then he began pushing me out of the room. 

[nerdylittleshit]

Thoughts about Spn 13x04

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

WELCOME BACK CAS YOU WILD… WILDFLOWER! Whatever! I’m wearing my bee socks to celebrate. Also, other stuff happened, that I enjoyed a lot. Let’s begin!

The focus on this week’s episode was of course on the loss and grief our boys (including Jack) experience ever since the season starts. Something 13x01 dealt with as well, and that has been the emotional groundwork of 13x02 and 13x03. I feel like that at least in the first half of the season these themes will continue to be important. It is possible that Jack found some closure this episode after he was able to say goodbye to his mother, who was his biggest loss, and that we will see the same kind of closure with Dean and Sam, once they are reunited with the person they miss the most (Dean with Cas, Sam with Mary). The second part of the season might mirror then this first part, where the brothers reflect their feelings and experiences of this time, and we see the emotional aftermath of the reunions.

Either way, this episode was in no way subtle with those themes. Others have mentioned this, especially @neven-ebrez, that ever since Dabb became showrunner, the themes that had been part of the subtext transformed into text. Topics meta writers had been writing about for years become part of the show’s actual text. The most obvious example was the conversation Dean had with Mary in 12x22 (how Dean was forced to become a parent when his mother died). This week it is Sam and his feelings regarding Mary, and the way both brothers dealt with their grief. After 13x03 this had been the main discussion, at least on my dash, and this week we have it spelled out by the brothers. I have seen different opinions about whether people like this new way of storytelling or not. Personally I don’t have a preference – I enjoyed Carver’s approach as much as I enjoy Dabb’s way now.

My personal highlight was the focus on both Jack and Sam as characters. Jack of course is still a very new character we don’t know much about. Sam though… people who know my blog know that my main focus here is usually on Dean. He is the character that I feel I understand the most, whereas Sam feels in some ways… underdeveloped as a character. (That is in no way Sam hate. In my opinion though the show has focused more on Dean, but I’m always glad when they, like in this episode, tell us more about Sam). I hope that some writers, like Glynn this week, will focus more on Sam in the future, so we get more inside into his character.

The Big Sleep

I have to admit that the parts with Cas in the Empty were my least favourite parts of the episode. Other that I can totally relate to the Empty, because man I know that feeling when you just want to sleep, I think I expected more from it? Kinda? Something that put me a bit off, to be honest, was Misha’s acting of the Empty, which reminded me of Lucifer!Cas, and was a bit too much.

It was interesting in terms of mythology. The Empty was the big threat lying over season 11, but then we never went there and season 12 kinda forget about it. It makes sense that Billy wanted to bring Sam and Dean here, the place where not even God had any power, and nothing could have brought them back (except you know some lil’ Nugget). We finally know now where dead angels and demons go (and I suspect monsters who died in purgatory). Cas asked if every angel who ever died was there too, and in this moment he probably thought of how many of these deaths he was responsible for. Given that we know that characters like Miriam and Billy will return I wonder if the conversation between Cas and the Empty woke them up as well, or if the Empty accidently released more than one dead being (maybe some demons will return as well?).

Another aspect is what the Empty promises Cas, if he goes back to sleep: peace, no regrets, no pain. A world without pain you could say. Paradise. Which makes me wonder if that is what Jack saw in the future? Jack who of course couldn’t know that the place he saw was the Empty? And in return he gave Cas a false promise of hope.

Cas of course has his own catharsis in the Empty. He is confronted with his biggest failures and his “little feelings”, who he hates, who he loves, and what he fears. And it is no coincidence the Empty tells him that after Cas said Sam and Dean need him. Because his biggest fear? That it is not true, that they don’t need him after all. Which makes his statement at the end so much more important: that he is already saved. In the same season where Sam and Dean discussed if Jack is worth saying (who remains a huge Netflix loving Cas mirror), the question no longer applies to Cas. Cas no longer needs to be saved, Cas fights back, and Cas returns triumphantly in the end.  

The Good Guys

I found it quite interesting that Jack referred to Sam and Dean as “the good guys”, based on the facts that they kill monsters, because it sounds like some phrase he just learned without really understanding what “good” means. It is an idea to him, a very abstract one, the same as “bad”. He knows that lying is bad, but learns that in order to be the good guys Sam and Dean have to lie. He knows he is supposed to feel bad about the people he accidently hurt, but admits that he doesn’t feel anything. To me this displays that he is still very much a child, who has no deeper understanding of ethics and morality. But he is also half (arch) angel, a being who is made not to experience emotions. Sam and Dean might be great teachers for many things, but they view Jack from a very human perspective and Jack simply isn’t human. That is why Mia could relate to him in a way Sam couldn’t. That is why he needs Cas. Cas, the angel, who learned to experience his “little feelings”.

(Little digression on Jack watching “Clone Wars”. First of all he is probably the only person who watched that show without knowing that Anakin will turn dark side, and still he instantly disliked Anakin. He did like Ashoka though. Given that Ashoka is Anakin’s student it makes sense Jack sees himself more in her, and that his dislike for Anakin might refer to his dislike for Sam’s training methods. Ironically though Jack himself is an Anakin mirror. Also, I never watched “Clone Wars”, so don’t listen to what I say here.)

I also liked that Jack let Sam know he heard his argument with Dean from 13x03 right from the start, expressing his feeling that Sam only uses him for his powers. Stuff like this, secrets that would lead to conflict, have been a part of the show for a long time, but ever since season 12 those secrets don’t last long anymore. Mary told their sons about her working with the BMoL pretty fast, and so did Sam with Dean when he started working with them. We talked about truth and how it can set you free (regarding Dean telling the sheriff the truth in 13x01), and Jack and Sam being honest with each other here prevents their relationship to become toxic. Sam admits that he made a mistake, that he should have been honest in the first place, and he explains why it is so important for him that Jack can control his powers (without trying to pressure Jack). And Jack of course can relate. He would do anything, if it could bring him his mother back.

One of the examples of how subtext becomes text is how openly Sam and Dean talked about grieving this episode, something that has been the main focus of discussion after 13x03. They both accuse the other that they don’t grieve right – which is bullshit because there is no right or wrong way to grieve. Sam thinks that what Dean is doing is not healthy, that he is not processing his grief, and that he wants to move on when he is clearly not ready for it. Except that it is Sam who hasn’t start to process his grief yet, because as Dean said, he has not yet accepted his mother’s death. Mia might be right that Dean is angry, and that he is letting it out on everyone around him – but anger is a part of the grieving process.

At the end they both make a step in each other’s direction. Sam faces for the first time that Dean could be right, that Mary could be dead, and what it would mean for him. Because he openly admits why the thought of losing his mother again is so terrifying for him – because he never really got to know her and now he fears he might never get the chance to. They both started on a blank space in season 12, but Mary’s guilt over the deal she made and the consequences it had for Sam built up a barrier between them (tagging @elizabethrobertajones because she wrote some excellent meta about the Mary-Sam-relationship in season 12). It is a pattern we have not only seen with Mary – throughout the show it is almost always Dean who bonds with other people, who is building friendships etc. They are Sam’s friends as well, but first they are Dean’s friends. And we see something similar with Jack – Sam is the one reaching out to him, supporting him, and yet he longs for Dean’s approval.

Speaking of parents, Dean again reminds Sam that he in no way thinks he has to be a parent to Jack, something he was forced to be for Sam. And even though Dean’s attitude towards Jack is questionable him stepping deliberately away from the parent role is a good thing. He started to step away from it in 12x22, when he admitted he was forced into it to Mary and how it was not fair, and later let Sam go to fight the BMoL. And for all that Dean doesn’t want to be Jack’s mum he becomes more and more like his father, acting like a drill sergeant. And even though Sam thinks it worked on Dean, we know it don’t. Dean became a good man despite of it, not because. Jack though resembles very much the “good son” who tries to impress his father, in this case Dean, making him more similar to other “good sons” like Dean himself, Michael and to some extent Cas (opposed to the rebellious sons Sam and Lucifer).

Some other things

-          I liked the twist on the monster of the week, a monster who tried to help people, to do something good to redeem herself, repeating Kelly’s message from last week: it doesn’t matter what you are, but what you do. Your choices are who define you.

-          I think this the third time Dean has been associated with shifters. In 1x06 the shifter became Dean, revealing his true feelings about Sam and their life together. In 10x06 Olivia, the shapeshifting maid, was a huge mirror for MoC!Dean. And this time we have yet another shifter who shifts into Dean, to metaphorically (and literary) rip his face off, to reveal yet again the truth.

Going to be now. Feel free to leave your dream Destiel reunion scenarios in my inbox. Til next week!

[elliemarchetti]

Deaged!Lucifer part 2

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The phone rang for the third time. It was a message from Lucifer. 

Get up, lazy girl, there’s a ton of things you can do in a lovely Saturday morning.

“Switch off the phone, you idiot! Someone here is clearly in hangover!” Ella yelled from her room, making Chloe smile while she silenced the phone; she was talking in third person about herself again.

Someone stepped heavily into the corridor and peered into Chloe's half-closed room. It was Linda.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked, perplexed. Linda had her own home and rarely stopped to sleep with them.

"Yesterday evening you wrote me to join you at Lux at the end of the shift and I came, but you were both drunk and in the company of a charming young man who also offered me a drink." the young woman explained. "Do not you remember?"

Chloe shook her head. She did not remember many things, to be honest. She checked between the messages, realizing that her friend was not lying and therefore had to have a memory emptiness that was about two hours, from when they had decided to write her the message, to half past four, when she had wrote Lucifer that she had arrived at home.

"But did we came back by taxi?" Chloe asked, before Linda could disappear into the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. The woman nodded, and Chloe was sure that eventually they would have to go back to the Lux to go get their cars back and Lucifer would have been here, waiting for them.

When the scent of freshly baked pancakes began to permeate her room, Chloe sat down on the bed with her legs dangling, trying to think about how she would spend her entire free weekend. She would not go back to Trixie. She was already missing her, of course, but she did not want her mother to ask questions. It was also a good time for their relationship, to be honest. The last time Dan had given her a hole, she had cleaned the apartment until her fingers were peeling. She was always very shrewd, perhaps thanks to the fact that a girl lived with them, and Ella was a great roommate, and never forgot when it was her turn to do the cleaning, but for a deeper cleansing that free weekend had seemed like a good moment. This time, however, she would not have done it. The evening outside had not been enough to calm her anger, or perhaps it had only fomented her.

She looked absently at the photographs hanging on the wall; in some of them, she was alone, in others with Trixie, Ella and even few with Linda, who did not like flashes too much. That wall was a small sanctuary of things that made her feel good that reminded her every morning that there was a good reason for getting up and doing what was necessary to achieve her goals. Dan always did it. The phone buzzed, tearing her from her thoughts. She rolled her eyes, thinking it was Lucifer, when, indeed, was Dan. I miss you was the only thing she could see in the message’s preview. She didn’t wanted to talk to him so she blocked the screen and she was ready to get up when a small, cold hand touched her back, making her shiver. "Damn Ella! Take those cold shackles off me!"

She laughed and squeezed her harder. "It's already cold in the morning, maybe we should go back to sleep together." she suggested. The previous winter, in order not to spend all their money on heating, they had opted to sleep both in the same single bed. It had not been a bad idea.

"So, who's bombarding you with messages?" she asked, leaning over to look at the black screen of the phone. "Luci?" she ventured.

Chloe turned to see her expression. "Luci?" When did her friend started to call those charming and excessively rich stranger with a nickname?

"Oh, do not be backlinks with me, there's nothing to be ashamed of - he's charming, beautiful and frighteningly rich!"

Chloe moved to the edge of the mattress and pushed her friend until she realized what she was doing. She shrieked as she fell to the ground with a thud.

"You are a hateful and petty person!" the other shouted, but Chloe knew she was only joking. It was her way of taking life.

Chloe let herself fall back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling with its grayish color. It was not the most elegant area of ​​the city but at least, by sharing the rent, they could afford that hole and her mother was far enough for not appearing at their door every day.

"Breakfast is ready!" Linda screamed, and the two girls jumped out of the room laughing and competing to whom would arrive before at the pile of pancakes. Ella could almost sit on the stool behind the desk they used as a table when Chloe tripped her. She did not fall, but turned to look at her with her mouth wide open.

"Today you just look for them!" she exclaimed, chasing her through the living room. Chloe turned around, until she reached the pile of food first. Ella laughed, short of breath, when she told her she hated her. Chloe filled pancakes with apple puree, raisins and a sprinkling of cinnamon. She liked particular tastes.

"So," Linda said, chewing her pancakes with scrambled eggs. "Tell me about Lucifer."

Chloe shook her head: "Do not even try to psychoanalyze me."

"But she's already doing it." Ella replied, taking a pancake for herself.

"You act like I jumped into his arms! We just talked, you know that too." Chloe said, feigning a security she did not have. Memory began to return in the form of disconnected flashes but she could not be sure she had not done something that she would bitterly regret.

"And you allowed him to offer you four drinks." Ella added.

"Well, he's the owner of the place, he does not pay them, so ..." Chloe tried to justify himself.

"So you really believe he is the owner of the Lux?" Linda asked, and Chloe found herself nodding. Why did she started to believe in what stranger said?  She used to doubt even her mother!

"As an owner he was not required to call us a taxi, pay for it, and accompany you arm in arm to the car, since you could not stand up on your heels any longer." Ella went on. Chloe's eyes widened. She had no memory of that moment.

"Are you saying that he held me arm in arm out of the Lux?" she asked, and both girls nodded. Chloe buried her face in her hands, certain that eventually photos of that evening would be seen. It was wrong to act in that film, but it seemed like a good idea when she accepted the part: she would follow the footsteps of her mother and her father seemed really enthusiastic. She had not realized that a series B film could become so famous and that the paparazzi would be obsessed with her because of her troubled life.

"I have a boyfriend." Chloe muttered, desperate. She did not want Dan to get the wrong idea and judge her based on what the newspapers said.

"That you have not seen for three months and has been knocking you twice." Ella emphasized.

"And that's also my daughter's father." ribbed Chloe.

"And nothing can change this." Linda pointed out, with her best psychologist tone. She would have become really good, she was sure. "But he remains an egoist anyway."

"For having chosen the job? We've only been together for a year and a half; he does not have to sacrifice his career for me." Chloe tried to justify him. Sometimes she really believed in what she was saying, but that morning she was not so sure that it was all right. She was really angry with Dan, more than she had ever been. Perhaps also because he had not seen Trixie for five months. He had returned only once, two months after his departure, they had spent a wonderful weekend together, like real parents, but since he had left, he did not seem to miss his daughter's presence. They had agreed that Chloe would not take her with her to Las Vegas. She was too small to face the plane trip, and Chloe would not drive 270 miles with a child who was less than a year just to see him. He should have learned to say no, even if he would have left his career for his daughter. Being parents also meant this. Chloe had lost a year of school because of Trixie, but she did not blame anyone. She had chosen to be a mother, even if conception had been an accident.

"What's up today?" Chloe asked, to distract herself from her gloomy thoughts.

"I'm going to lunch with my grandmother, my aunt and my brothers will be there too, and Linda has proposed to accompany me." Ella explained. "If you want to come too ..."

Chloe swallowed a whole bite to hasten to decline the offer. The smile disappeared from Linda's thin lips.

"Come on, his brothers are not so bad ..." the elder of the three lied.

"Ricardo is not so bad." corrected Chloe.

"Antonio is the eldest, at first he does not like anyone." Ella interjected.

"Not even the girls?" Chloe asked, stunned.

"Above all the girls!" exclaimed Ella. Chloe laughed, and almost choked with a piece of pancakes. She had known Ella for three years, yet she had not yet figured out if she liked boys or girls. Not that it made any difference.

"And why am I special?" Linda asked, hoping to get out of the mess she had hunted at the last minute.

"You're studying psychology, you'll definitely know how to treat my dysfunctional family." the girl replied, lifting her shoulders, before getting up and slip into the shower first. For a second Linda watched her as she disappeared down the corridor, then met Chloe's gaze.

"Wait, but Antonio is not the one who gave you those false documents?" she asked, worried. Chloe shook her head: "That's José, but do not worry, he's out of town on business."

"I do not want to know what kind." Linda let escape as she prepared to take Ella's plate and place it in the sink. Chloe took it from her: "You cooked; now I'll take care of it."

"So today what will you do?" Linda asked, ignoring her last sentence and helping her clear the table.

"Study." answered Chloe. "I write that essay for Monday and maybe I also do a long hot shower... I certainly do not go to my mother to explain why I did not leave."

"Understandable" Linda observed, knowing the real reason. Penelope knew she would leave to go to Dan, but that did not mean she was happy. She did not like him, and Chloe did not intended to feed the dysfunctional dynamics that were generated when they saw and talked about Trixie's father. She considered her a fool, because she trusted him. He said he was too closed, too critical. Chloe, however, had liked him for that. He had been her first year sociology tutor. Both had chosen criminology specialization, and not many made that decision, so it was obvious that he would become her tutor. He was only a year older, but he had made her feel safe, which she definitely needed after her father's death. She had the feeling, with him, that whatever happened, wherever they went, he would protect her.

"Dan knows you came out last night?" Linda asked when the shower water had begun to flow for a while in the bathroom.

Chloe just nodded.

"And does he know about Lucifer?"

Chloe shook her head.

“If it was nothing, like you said, you would have told him" her friend pointed out.

"He did not ask for anything and I'm not required to tell him everything I do." Chloe justified herself, already on the defensive. Linda dropped the subject: she knew perfectly when it was time to let her deal with her own problems.

A couple of hours later Ella and Linda left, leaving the house for herself. She was not used to it, and Chloe took a while to find a space to open books and a laptop. Writing an essay on the effects that the internet had on possible violent subjects was not difficult, even if Chloe considered it stupid. It was obvious that with the advent of the internet things had changed. However, she sent the work to her professor, hoping that by Monday, when she would go to class, he would read it. She did not want to waste time on a course she already knew practically everything about. She would use the time she had recovered to study for the Friday psychology test. She didn’t want to fail.

The cell phone vibrated on the nightstand, and, bored, Chloe checked who was. It was still Lucifer.

It’s new, for me, to give my number to a stranger that ignores me. 

Chloe laughed and replied.

I’m not ignoring you, I’m just studing.

What about a pause?

Not before I’ve finished

It’s not a pause, then, he pointed out. He was right. 

Why do not we eat something? He insisted. Chloe wondered why she had given him her number.

Did we have programs like that? Asked, perplexed. It was one of the many things she did not remember.

You do not eat? He asked, avoiding the question. Chloe smiled to herselfSo that was a no. After all, she was not completely mad. She still replied that yes, she also ate.

Well then, you eat, I eat, we eat together.

Chloe felt stupid. It was obvious that he would answer that way.

I have to study. She only answered him.

Ok, but later we can eat.

Do not wait for me, do it.

Lucifer did not answer, so Chloe took the time to read Dan's message: I miss you, I should be in bed with you instead of working. 

You should. She only replied. 

Still mad? He immeditely replied. 

A little. I’m studing, I’ll text you when I’ll finish. She wrote, putting and end at their conversation. 

Ok, I’ll call you as soon as I can. He replied, but Chloe had nothing more to say, so she hid the phone under her pillow and continued her study session, that lasted just half an hour. Her stomach had begun to rumble insistently. She walked slowly into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which contained little or nothing. However, she found frozen burritos in the freezer. Not a gourmet lunch but still something edible. Just before she started the microwave, someone knocked on the door.

"You cannot keep forgetting those damned ..." she started, but her voice died in her throat when she did not see Ella but Lucifer in the doorway of her house. He was holding two white bags, a sign that he had not decided to give up but simply to amaze her by bringing her lunch. He smiled, and Chloe noted with extreme annoyance that his smile was contagious.

"How did you know where I live?"

"I paid the taxi, remember? I also had to give the taxi driver an address to take you. You were really drunk." he answered, dodging and entering the empty apartment.

"I got everything in the best rotisserie I know, and their mashed potatoes are delicious."

"Do you always slings into girls’ apartment armed with food?" she asked, perplexed. He did not seem the type, in fact, Lucifer disagreed. When he arrived in the kitchen, he began to open the cabinets, until he found the dishes. 

"I hope you like Cherry Coke, otherwise we cannot be friends." Lucifer said, ignoring the fact that she had stood by the counter of her kitchen, motionless and unable to utter a word. He invited her to sit down, as if that was not already her home, and Chloe obeyed, as if her body no longer responded to her commands but to those of a greater good. Lucifer began to eat without too many compliments, and Chloe soon imitated him, attracted by the smell of chicken. That stuff was a real treat and she brushed it away in a flash. Then Lucifer pulled out Devil's DVD. 

"I know you have to study, but it's a gift my brother gave me the last time he came to town and ..." Lucifer began, but was interrupted by Chloe. 

"First you say you're the Devil and then you bring me a movie about the devil, do not you think it's a little bit excessive?" she asked, and Lucifer did not seem to have the answer ready, that time. It had to be the first time in his life, because he doesn’t seemed pleased.

"Besides, I have a boyfriend." Lucifer did nothing, as if the revelation did not touch him at all. 

"He does not have to be great, if he's not here with you."

"He does not live here, not anymore." Chloe replied. Why was she telling him those things?

"Does he ever come back home?" Lucifer insisted.

"He came back five months ago." the girl replied dryly.

"He's very busy." Lucifer noted, but from his look, she could see that he was insinuating something more.

"None of your business." Chloe hissed, trying to rudely make him go away. How he dared to insult her in that way, in her house, moreover?

"Does he have a name?" 

“Yeah, it’s none of your business.” replied Chloe, hoping the interrogation ended.

"I see." Lucifer said, and the girl was almost disappointed by his sudden demonstration of common sense. "You have an imaginary boyfriend." he finished, making Chloe regret her thought. She started to reply, but instead she watched as he put the dirty dishes in the sink and washed them without even asking for help.

"Do you work tonight?" he asked, his hands in the foam. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and his muscular arms, with veins in slight relief, made a strange effect to Chloe, who shook her head before looking away.

"You should come to the Lux, then." he suggested.

"Do you need clients so badly?" she teased him. She knew it was not like that; the Lux was the best of the best in LA.

"Wonderful, since you do not have your own car, I'll pick you up later."

"How ..." Chloe started, but Lucifer gave her a knowing look. He had called their taxi, right. 

Chloe was stunned all the while, watching him carefully dry the dishes and put them back in place.

"I'll get you at seven o'clock, I have to bring you to a wonderful place." he said, before closing the door behind him. Recovered from his spell, Chloe ran into the room to get her phone. She would have written to him that she did not intended to go out with him, neither that evening nor ever. Damn, she was already taken! Then, with the phone in her hands, a wonderful idea crossed her mind. She dialed her mother’s number, ready to kill any kind of desire in that rich and spoiled boy.

[huntertales]

Part Four: Playing Devil's Advocate. (99 Problems S05E17)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are outnumbered by demons, but are saved at the last minute by townspeople who are aware of the apocalypse. They meet a pastor, who introduces them to his daughter Leah, whom he claims is a prophet. When she starts turning the townspeople against each other in the name of the Lord, the Winchester and the reader realize they must kill her.  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count:3,314

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Note: Normally I don’t post two updates in one night, but I got done early with this one. (And I couldn’t find a better gif. So here’s a stressed out Sammy.)

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Who knew taking down a whore could be such painful work. The brothers were in their own motel room taking care of Cas and David, you were lying in bed with a dampened towel across your head, the warmth helping your small concussion that you must have gotten after getting your head hit a few times. You tried your hardest to make yourself relaxed as you kept your eyes closed to block out the dim fluorescent light coming from the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. You would have taken some painkillers, but you had given what Cas didn't down to David. If you weren’t as tense like you were right now, sleep would be the easiest thing to come to you. But every muscle felt tense, like you were on edge with a constant anxiety that you couldn’t shake off. You let out a deep sigh as you tried to focus on something that made you happy. Yet it didn’t work. Your mind kept replaying the image of Dean killing Leah and how he managed to have done it without saying yes to Michael. This wasn’t good. It ruined your chances of stopping this.

A soft knock on the door caused you to jump away from your thoughts and back to the reality of the situation. You opened your eyes and called for whoever was on the opposite side of the door to go away, you weren't in the mood for company. But it seemed they didn't want to listen. You lifted your head up slightly from the pillow when the door cracked open slightly, just a second later, you were greeted by a face you thought didn’t want to see you. It was Dean. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position as the cloth fell from your head and down to your lap. Both of you had spent some time away from one another to process the outcome of this situation. You knew it would be only a matter of time before you had to talk about what happened.

“Mind if I come in for a minute?” He asked, you nodded your head. You moved your legs so they were crossed together, giving the man some room as he awkwardly walked around the room until he sat on the bed just a few feet apart from one another. Things between the both of you had been tense from the horrible things you said to one another. But the both of you couldn’t stay mad at one another for too long. Not with so many other things going on. He decided to start the conversation with something a bit easy. He reached out a hand to lightly brush a piece of hair out of your face, wanting to take a closer inspection of the cut on your forehead. “How’s your head feeling, sweetheart?”

“Still hurts like a bitch.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders as you placed the towel back to your forehead when a pounding sensation began again at the mention of it. You shut your eyes for a moment as you winced slightly in pain from a piercing sensation that lasted only for a moment before going back to a dull thud. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Your eyes opened when you heard the sound of something rattling in a bottle. Dean had come bearing gifts from what he was holding. Your lips stretched into appreciation at what you saw, a bottle of aspirin and some water. "Found some extra in the car. Thought you could use them more than Cas." He said. You mumbled a thank you as you grabbed the bottle from him, You twisted off the top and tossed a few in your mouth before taking a sip of water, giving Dean a chance to speak without you to interrupt him. "Y/N, there's something I wanna say...I was a dick to you. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have. And for that—”

"No, I'm sorry." You cut him off, shaking your head for what he was trying to do. You said some pretty nasty things that you felt could never touch what he mentioned, because it was all the truth. You put him down in the time of need when he was losing himself in the fight. Never did you take to consider his feelings and lack of hope for this situation. It was grim for all of you. But sometimes it didn't hurt to try and listen to one another before you said something stupid. "I didn't mean those things about your mom. I don't know what I was thinking. It was a total low blow. I mean it. If I could take it back, I would. Not to mention the whole Lisa thing. God, I hate myself just thinking about it. I feel like a complete bitch—”

“No, you’re right.” Dean agreed with you on that point. You stopped your rambling to look at the man sitting across from you, a slightly surprised look started to spread across your face. While there had been hints here and there about Dean and his quest for a happy life, you didn't think it would have been lead by a woman he spent a weekend with almost ten years ago. He reached out his hand to take ahold of yours and gave it a squeeze. "The djinn case got me thinking. I mean, I'll be honest, I wanted to stay there forever. You were so happy...you were my wife. The idea of settling down and having a couple rugrats didn't seem so bad."

Dean smiled slightly as he almost looked happy for a moment of time when he looked at you, almost as if he was still trying to find the woman in your facial expression. But she wasn't there, it was just you staring back at him. The feeling didn't last long as he continued on talking. "I buried it away for a while. Then Lisa came along again. And when the idea that Ben might have been mine changed something in me. I wanted that so badly. I wanted the chance to try and somehow have a part of my family that isn’t screwed to Hell.” He shrugged his shoulders as he tried his hardest to keep his composure. “Lately it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

“You know it’s never going to happen.” You whispered the painful truth.

“I know, Y/N.” Dean agreed with you in a solemn tone. I know.”

"...At least, not with me.” You said, saying something that caught the man off guard. You let out a quiet sigh as you reached out your arms so you were now holding both of his hands with your own. Dean furrowed his brow from what you were trying to say. You opened your mouth, but the words that you wanted to say didn’t come out, they were stuck on your tongue, like they were desperately trying to cling to an ideal life that would never happen. Dean’s perfect life couldn’t be obtained if you were stuck to his side and letting fate dragging you down a path that would only doom everyone. So, you took baby steps with it to approach the bitter topic. "I know you love. And I love you, too. But...I can't give you what you need. Not the way Lisa can.”

“What are you exactly trying to say here, sweetheart?’ Dean cautiously asked you. He didn’t want to hear the answer just as much as you didn’t want to say it.

"I don't want to be with you anymore." You forced yourself to say the words that had been sitting in the dark parts of your mind. While you had rehearsed them in your head with a strong tone, they came out shaky and with a weak tone. You looked away when Dean was caught off completely by surprise. He was feeling so down, he came here to apologize and try to work things out, but you just pushed him down deeper. And you were only making things worse the more you kept on talking. “I don't think either one of us really loved each other. You wanted me because I was normal, and I loved you because you made me feel safe. And look at how we're ending up."

Dean stared at you like you had just told him the worst thing ever possible, and in his mind, you had just did. He said those things in anger about your relationship being a sham, a waste. But to hear it come out of your mouth made it feel like you had ripped his heart out and stomped on it, making him feel everything. “Well, here I thought I was being the dramatic one.” His tone was sharp as a knife as he roughly yanked your grip away from his as if you were poison to him. His lips stretched into a forced smirk as he stared at you with eyes glazed over. You sank down into the bed when you realized you might have pushed him over the edge to the point of no return from what he said next. “Like you said, we’re supposed to be in this together. I was angry about what I told you. I was stupid. I need you just as you need me, Y/N. I love you—”

“No, you don’t. You just want someone who will tell you that everything is going to be okay. I can’t do that anymore.” You said. Dean scoffed as he got up from the bed and started to slowly pace around, as if he was debating with himself about leaving. But he remained as he was. “You know it’s the truth, Dean. Even if we find a way to stop Lucifer...I won’t be here. So why waste your time with me if there’s something else better out there?”

"Because fighting is kind of—you know what? I don't care. You want it that way? Fine." Dean said, changing his thought process without giving much more of a fight. He threw his hands up in the air with defeat as he walked to the motel door. His last words that would be spoken to you were witnessed with his back turned to you. "I give up. With you, with everything."

You winced at the slamming of the door that made your entire room shake from his violent outburst. You slowly tore your gaze away from the the door and to the floor where your two measly bags of clothes laid zipped up, waiting for you to grab them. But the sight was beginning to grow hazy as you could feel yourself at the brink of tears. It wasn't pushing Dean away that was making you emotional, or the thought of pushing him into the arms of another woman. (If that were even possible.) But it was the fact that you couldn't give him a goodbye that he deserved or kiss him one last time. You and him were over. And you had to come to terms with that.

At the dead of night, you were gone, nothing but a simple not explaining things for the brothers and Cas of what you were about to do. When they read it, you would already be halfway across the state.

+ + +

It was a few days after leaving when you managed to track her down. You had to admit, the neighborhood that she chose was sweet, it reminded you a lot of home. It was sweet and safe. You inhaled a deep breath as you looked over at the passenger's seat to see the envelope with her name written in neat cursive was waiting for you to deliver it. You licked your lips and forced yourself to reach out for it and grabbed it. But that was far as you made it before you froze up in fear. What the hell were you actually doing? Here you sat alone in a car you stolen, sitting right across Lisa Braden's house with a letter addressed to her. Why didn't you just knock on her door and ask if she just wanted to take your leftovers. But that wasn't it. There was so much more to it than Dean would ever understand.

Inhaling a deep breath, you forced yourself to get out of the car and walk across the street. You spotted a crisp white mailbox with her house number on it. Without a moment of hesitance, you opened it up and slipped it into the slot without anyone noticing. When she would check the mail tomorrow afternoon, she would find the letter, explaining everything without the detail. So when Dean showed up on her doorstep a few months from now, it wouldn't be a shock. You walked back to the car and sat back down in the driver's seat. You were doing this for Dean, you kept telling yourself. He deserved a chance of happiness that you couldn't give him. Your grip around the steering wheel tightened to the point where you almost thought your fingers would break off.

You reminded yourself once more that you never really loved Dean—it was just how fate wanted things to be.

+ + +

Dear Lisa,

You might not know me, but I know you. We have a friend in common, his name is Dean Winchester. (And I realize as I write this out about how creepy this sounds. Let me explain myself.) My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm his girlfriend. Or...by the time you're reading this, his ex. I know it's weird. Why would I be leaving you a letter and telling you this information? Because you and I have something else in common. I think you know Dean is a special man. He doesn't let many people in, especially not women. Both  of us have made an impact on his life for the better. I'll be honest, when I first heard about you, I was a bit jealous from the way that he spoke about you. But after getting to know you, I realized what was so great about you. You have something that I could never give him. And that’s a happy life.

When he first met Ben, he was instantly taken back to see how much he could he see himself in  your son. You have a great kid, Lisa. He’s sweet, smart and a lot like Dean. And if I have learned anything in life, it’s that family isn’t about blood. It can be with anyone if you let them into your life. I hope you will do that if Dean knocks on your door.

I wish I could tell you more about myself. But I don’t have much time. I’ve known Dean since I was literally born. (And yes, I’m using the terminology right. He’s been at my side since I was a baby. Him and I have been through thick and thin. All though, I know my time's up. Hopefully it will be your turn to share the rest of your life with him in blissful happiness with Ben. Maybe even have a child together. I don’t know. Just treat him right.

In the next upcoming days the news will be filled with disastrous things that will scare you, but don't worry. You and your son are going to be okay. Including Dean. I have a few friends that I am going to make some arrangements with so that, worst case scenario, all of you will be happy. And most importantly, safe. I wish I could have met you again in different circumstances, but this will have to do. I wish you the best for you and your son.

Your friend, Y/N Y/L/N.

P.S. Please take good care of Dean.

+ + +

You arrived at your destination a week after leaving the brothers and making sure you left a trail nobody could track. You were given the information that he'd been spending his time in some bar in the middle of nowhere. After getting exiled from home, he was down on his luck, lost and begging for a chance to prove himself again. That’s where you came in. You walked into the bar and looked around on this early afternoon to see there was nobody here except for a lonesome drinker at the bar at one end, at the other sat exactly who you wanted. Heading over to the bar, you nodded your head to the bartender, giving your drink over as you took a seat next to him on one of the empty stools. He kept himself looking down at his half empty glass of whiskey, lost in his own thoughts of self pity.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” You turned your head to look at Zachariah, your lips stretching into a smirk at how he looked at you with a surprised expression, caught off guard from how you had tracked him down. Before he could make some sort of snarky remark, you cut him off. “I heard from a friend you’re looking a way to get this ‘end of the world’ situation back on track. Why don’t I buy you another round and we can talk about the bigger, better version?”

“You’ve fought me tooth and nail to make sure it didn’t happen. Now all of a sudden you show up here trying to strike a conversation up with me? Get lost. Thanks to you and your little maggot friends, I’m out of the game for good.” Zachariah gestured to how he was handling his unemployment as he took another sip of his drink until there was nothing left. "No dice.”

“Not my fault you couldn’t make two measly humans say ‘yes,’ Zach.” You couldn’t help yourself but rub salt into the wound from seeing him at this point in his very long life. The angel stared at you from the corner of his eye with the least amused expression. “Look, I come here in peace. I did some soul searching and I changed my mind. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

“That ship sailed a long time ago.” Zachariah muttered as he took another sip of his drink. “I’m done with this apocalypse business.”

"What if I told you I promised Lucifer to be his vessel?" You caught him off guard, making the angel choke down his drink from hearing the news. It seemed that ou had gotten his full attention from what you said, giving you the chance to discuss what you were here for. "Let's say we scratch Dean out of the picture, too. I have someone in mind about who could play Michael.”

“And does your little boyfriend know you’re playing with the big kids?”

"What would you say if I told you that I could make sure Michael won?"

Zachariah looked at you with a bit of a skeptical look, “I’ll tell you that’d be impossible.”

"When I was possessed by Lilith I had full control over myself. But I chose not to fight it. Now, if you make me a full demon, I could have a shot of throwing the fight." You said, trying to theorize of what might be possible. "I know it'd be impossible, but it's worth a shot. Don't you think?"

Zachariah shrugged his shoulders as he turned around in his chair to lean his elbow against the bartop and stare at you. The wheels in his head were turning as he thought more about your plan. It was pretty ingenious, he wondered why he hadn’t thought of himself. There was one more Winchester he could use to his advantage. And with the help of Heaven, it wouldn’t take too much effort to do exactly what he wanted.

“Does your father know you’re working with the enemy?”

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”  

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That shirt

A/n first fic on here. One problem kinda important my phone won't let me bold the prompt in the text sooooooooooo. A small amount of cussing and I'm just going to say fuck it and post anyway. So this is for @pie-not-cake-you-assbutt 200 follower thing. Prompt 13 “I don’t need the sun to shine to tell me I can have a good day. Fuck the sun!” ”Yes. Cursing the sun is definitely going to help. Great idea.” Mark pellegrino x fem!reader Y/n p.o.v A wonderful day turned bad the second you put on that stupid shirt. You knew the second you slipped the soft white material over your head that it was going to rain. It always rained when you had the stupid shirt on, but you looked hot in the shirt and with how shity you have been feeling in the past week you needed to feel good about yourself. Leaving your house to head to the set you turned on the radio just hoping that it wouldn't rain today, hoping the weather man would tell you some good news. “75 and sunny folks. Though it looks like a small storm could roll our way later in the day maybe even tomorrow.” Yes tomorrow was fine tomorrow was good, tomorrow wasn't a fight scene in the middle of an open parking lot. Pulling up to the set and getting out of your car you could feel the sun on your skin you only hoped it stayed like that, sending a little prayer up stairs asking for the rain to hold off a bit you walked over to the guys. Jared, Jensen, Mark S, and your long time crush Mark P all talking about something you didn't particularly care about. “Hey boys,” you call out sliding into their little group. “Hey y/n,” the all course together. “Did you hear the forecast?” Mark S asks looking round hoping someone would have checked. “75 all day till later I believe,” Jared responded checking his phone to make sure he was right. Mark S nodded as if thanking Jared. You started to head out to your trailer so you could change into your y/c/n clothes. As you started to get closer to your trailer you heard someone calling your name. “Y/n, y/n, Y/N!” Spinning around you found the person to be Mark P. Trying to calm yourself you lifted your hand to wave at him. “Y/n are you ready for the fight scene?” He asks you. To be honest you weren't and probably never would be. You hated the thought of some of the things you were meant to do later even if it was fake you still felt bad for whoever you were fake punching. Today it just happens to be Mark. “Yeah. I am, just try and not actually break my face okay,” you laugh pulling your hand through your hair something you have recently taken up doing to keep you from awkwardly playing with your hands when talking to Mark. “Yeah I'll do my best. Same to you I guess.” He says stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Well I better get going you know, makeup and all that.” You say pointing back to your trailer. He opened his mouth as if going to say something but then shuts it just nodding and heading away. As you walk into your trailer you're met with the face of one of the costumers. “Yes?” You say questioning why they would be in here. “Oh my god, tell me you don't like that white shirt.” She looked at you with pleading eyes. “I don't like the white shirt?” You say coming out as a question. It was partly true you didn't like the shirt because of the weather it brought on but you liked you in it. “Can we use it for the shoot today?” Again with the pleading eyes. “I guess. What happened to the others?” Just wondering what happened to the good 2000 white shirts you had because y/c/n had one on every day. “We ran out, all the fights with you and other characters your white shirt are all red.” She looks more annoyed with the writers than you were with the fights. It's not that you didn't love fight scenes that's how you started in the industry as a stunt double but you were starting to miss the BM scenes. “No it's fine we can use this one.” You smile heading over to get a water from the fridge and headed out to go to makeup. As you left the trailer you looked up to see a very small amount of clouds in the sky. Maybe just maybe the sky was in your side today. Mark P’s P.O.V I curse myself for not asking her right then and there. Y/n my crush. God I felt like a schoolgirl talking like that. Everyone knew I liked her other than her. I always go to ask her out and chicken out. I'm fucking Mark Pellegrino and I chicken out asking one of the most wonderful women out. Lucifer was in love with y/c/n and had the nerve to ask her out. I promise that if he could do it I would but yet here I stand. Still haven't had a date, still asked her out. There were nights when all I could think about was her skin and how it would feel under my touch. It didn't help when she had on clothes that made her look hot as hell. That white shirt. First time I saw her in it was at a con. We were all stuck in for the day because it was pouring rain. She sat next to me in a panel and I spent the whole thing staring at her. The way she talked to the fans the way she smiled I couldn't get over it. I couldn't get over her. She was there for me too. But not just in a way Rich was or Sebastian. She was there for me when the divorce happened she held me as I cried. She drove me home when I was to drunk to even walk a straight line and now every time I got close to her she squealed and ran away. If anything I just wanted her back. Y/n p.o.v After makeup you headed over to wardrobe and got all dressed and ready for your long day. You walked to the parking lot and found all the guys standing there waiting for you. Smiling you head over. After a small chat the stunt guy comes over to talk to you all. After the basic update on what you all would be doing he gave you some very small library to make small changes so you could move better and with that you and Mark P and a few extras we sent to go and practice for a few minutes to understand what you would be doing. Smiley as could be you headed over to the mat Mark already there. “Hi” to smile at Mark. “Hey y/n,” Mark smiles back to you. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He asks. “Yeah, always what's going on?” You go to place your hand on his arm but go against it and run your hand through your hair. You could see the hurt look in his eyes when you didn't place your hand on his arm. “I miss the old us. When you and I would talk and not run from each other. I don't know what I did but I want you to know I'm sorry and I want it to go back to the way it was. The old way.” He smiles at the end. You couldn't believe that he thought he did something wrong. You didn't want him to feel like that. You loved him and you couldn't stand him feeling bad. Exactly when you made him feel bad. “The old way sounds nice. I miss it to Mark.” You smile pulling him into a hug. You missed it yes but you couldn't stand the feeling you had in the pit of your stomach it felt wrong it felt like you wanted more. “We should probably start,” you laugh. With in a second a extra had you lined to the mat. Mark a couple inches from your face very clearly new Lucifer. “I don't want to hurt you y/c/n” Mark says in his Lucifer voice. You laugh, “oh Luci but I want to hurt you.” You break away from the demon and take a swing at Mark, he grabs your arm and pulling you into him. “There was a time when you loved me.” Mark mutters. “Things change…” and that's when you feel it, the rain. First a few drops than sheets. Soon your soaked running with Mark fast in your heals and you head to the first trailer you see it just happens to be Mark P’s. As you slid in you drop to sit on the chair sat at the table in the corner. Mark sat down across from you laughing. “What's so funny?”you ask. “I don’t need the sun to shine to tell me I can have a good day. Fuck the sun!” He laughs throwing his hands in the air. With a small laugh and a shake of the your head you smile with a response,”Yes. Cursing the sun is definitely going to help. Great idea.” “You have a better one?” He questions placing his head in his hands as he leads against the table. “I do actually.” Looking down at your soaked shirt you move to take it off. “Not that I'm against the show but what are you doing.” He laughs turning a very very light red color if you didn't know any better you would say he was blushing. “It rains when ever I have this shirt on so if I take it off the rain should stop at some point in the next like 2 hours.” You explain as you slide the shirt off over your head and throw it into the sink. You were left in a black sports bra that had a zipper down the front. You look to see him caught looking at you eyes scanning you until he looks at his hands. “You umm you.” You smile at his stammering. “Mark it's fine it's not like you haven't seen me in less.” You laugh nervously crossing your arms over your chest. “That was before.” He says barely above a whisper. “Wha…..” you couldn't even finish before his lips were pressed against yours. After getting your bearings your hands flew up to his hair as you stared to kiss back. The two of you keep going till you have to pull back for air. He rests his forehead against yours. “If I knew you felt the same way I would have done. That a long time ago.” He smiles his warm breath on your face. “If I knew you felt the same way I would have let you do that a long time ago.” You laugh moving so your head was tucked into his neck. He smiles pulling you deeper into his chest. As you look out from the side of his trailer you see the rain has stopped. Maybe the rain wasn't that bad. Maybe you didn't need the sun. You laugh turning back to Mark. Maybe just maybe.

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You’re Now Mine (Part 6)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 6) Summary:  I’ve decided to continue the drabble request into a three part series considering the requests to write more of it!

“Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” “ Words: 2,769 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, SMUT

Masterpost || Persephone || Part 5 || Part 7 || Fanfic masterpost

“What would you be doing right now if you were allowed to do anything in the world, my dear?” Lucifer crowed, leaning back on the couch, stretching his arms out.

Hanging out with Sam and Dean, you thought to yourself before you could stop.

Lucifer’s face darkened and he snapped, “Not an appropriate answer.” Shifting, you murmured an apology under your breath. Lucifer demanded again, “What would you be doing?”

A million things ran through your mind but one thing stuck that you hadn’t been able to do for awhile. You met his eyes and said quietly, “Swim.”

He studied you for a few moments before questioning, “Swim?”

“Yes.”

Beckoning you with a finger, Lucifer called you over. You got up and came over to him and slipped into his lap. He touched your hips, his fingers tightening down. Your hands rested on his shoulders and he peered up at you with admiration.

“You have such… simple demands, princess.” You said nothing and his fingers caressed your sides. “I think I can grant you that, yeah? Just need to get you something to go in.”

Unable to help yourself, you quipped, “You mean you just don’t want me to go naked?”

A devilish grin spread across Lucifer’s face and he chuckled, “Getting cheeky? I love it.” His hands pulled you closer to him and he continued, “No, I wouldn’t do that unless I knew it was just me that could see you completely nude.” He patted your ass and said, “I’ll come back and get you, princess. And then we can go to a place you can swim.”

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“Look at this!” Lucifer exclaimed, coming over to you immediately. His eyes were alight, looking you over.

You had walked out of a changing room at the lake, dressed in a criss-cross monokini. Lucifer had chosen a black one, surprising to you. You knew his affinity for blue but you actually liked the way that it fit you, the color of it.

His fingers ran across your bare skin and he smirked at you. “See, not completely naked.”

“You’re really going to go and sit there while I swim around?” you asked, disbelieving, your eyes running over his outfit. He looked nothing like someone prepared for a swim or the lake in general.

“I need a distraction,” Lucifer answered, stroking your face calmly. “And what better one than you, princess?” You averted your eyes – or tried to before Lucifer made you look at him again. “You look exquisite as always.” His hand fell down, behind your back, pulling you to him. “Daddy’s pleased with what he sees.” He gave you a quick kiss and said, “Go on, now. Find a place to swim.”

You did as he asked and swam around the lake, taking your fill. It felt nice to be free of the area he had set for you in his domain. Surprisingly, they weren’t a lot of people at the lake despite the weather and you had a feeling Lucifer had a part in that. To be honest, you had noticed but hadn’t cared. All that mattered that you were topside and had time to indulge in something that you loved to do. The only thing that was missing was Castiel enjoying it with you. And Sam and Dean.

Coming back to the shore after, you met Lucifer at the edge. And not to your surprise, he looked wanton watching you walk out of the water, dripping wet from the water and barely clothed. He had taken off his coat and was standing there in only his dress pants. His chest was heaving slightly seeing you and you watched his bare chest rise and fall as you approached.

He was on you in a second, tearing your swimsuit for your body. You gasped slightly, the wet material tugging on your skin slightly as he tore it off.

“Lucifer –” you started to protest, worried about passersby.

“Do you honestly think I would let that happen?” he growled, reading your mind as he laid you on the towel he had already laid out.

His fingers were on your pussy, playing quickly. You whimpered and his lips were on you, stifling your cries. His fingers delved deeper, and you groaned against his mouth, but he kept kissing you.

When he did pull away slightly, his nose still brushing yours, you mewled as his thumb caressed your clit.

“You won’t escape me, dove,” Lucifer husked, nipping at your ear.

“I know, daddy,” you breathed out in short breaths.

Lucifer’s pupils dilated hearing you and his fingers were gone from your cunt immediately. You could barely register him snapping his fingers, his naked form and him lining himself up with you. He entered you with a swift thrust and you cried out. His mouth was on yours again, kissing you with the tandem he was thrusting into you with.

He increased his speed, hitting your core. Your arms wrapped around him, your nails digging into his back with every brush against your spot. Lucifer was burying himself in you hilt deep with every buck, holding you tight.

Your sight was blinded by your orgasm in no time and you gripped him tightly, holding him to you as he came undone inside you with a groan, burying his face in your neck.

“I love you, princess,” he grunted.

Your heart caught in your chest, hearing him utter those words. Your legs were still wrapped around his hips as he panted, coming down from his high. Him telling you that had sobered you up in a sense, your elation from your orgasm leaving quickly.

What was happening…

Did he mean it?

Just as he had fallen into your embrace, Lucifer was up again, snatching his clothes up.

“If you want to swim more, princess, I’ll make some time.”

His tone was completely different than it had been moments before and you felt dismay. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. He was completely dressed again.

Swallowing, you sat up. You forced yourself to shake your head. “No… I’m fine.”

Lucifer didn’t seem bothered by your off standish behavior. “Alright. Come on.”

He said he loved you. You still couldn’t shake it. But, you did force yourself to get up off the towel and grab the short cover dress that you had brought along with you. You didn’t want to take the time to put your swimsuit on again, opting to throw the dress over your head. You just wanted to go home… or what had become your home.

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A couple of days later, you were sitting down, playing a card game against yourself. Lucifer hadn’t been back for over twelve hours as you could count by the clock he had left. You don’t know why he had put one in here but he had. It actually made you angry sometimes when he didn’t come back in a certain amount of time.

The door opened and you looked up, seeing him enter. Your face fell a little bit seeing that he was not alone but two demons were behind him. They were carrying something with them and you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. They placed the object down on one of the side tables next to the TV.

“Where have you been?”

Lucifer acknowledged you with a slight cock of the head before asking, “Working. Why?”

Your pride got the better of you and you didn’t say anything. But you knew he knew by the smug look on his face. Inhaling deeply, you turned your attention away and finished the hand you were playing on your game.

“Princess, I brought you something,” Lucifer told you, gesturing at the object the demons had put down on the side table. You watched him warily, not sure of what he was doing. The demons backed off of him with a brush of his hand. He walked towards you and bent down to be at eye level. Smiling at you, he cupped your face. “It’s a gift.”

You inquired uneasily, “For?”

“Being a doll?” Lucifer tried, shrugging sheepishly. “When I’m not here, I know you’re lonely.” He reached out and waved at the object. The demons picked up on his meaning, grabbing the blanket off the top of the cage and they pulled it off. Immediately, two parakeets started chirping, hopping around the cage at the sight of light. They were budgerigar – you knew as much considering past experience – the common ones. One was completely light blue adorned with grey wings and the other was green in the chest with white and grey wings.

They were graceful and sounded like you were topside.

Lucifer tried, “You can bond, right? Similar circumstances and all?” Your face fell and you knew Lucifer noticed because he immediately frowned. And by the way of it, you knew it wasn’t sincere, regardless of what he said. “Alright, bad comparison?”

You said nothing, averting your eyes from him.

He tried again. “I want you to be happier. And having some… things that will help you think of being topside. You like it so much – which is a mystery to me – but whatever makes you happy, princess. Whatever helps.”

Again, you said nothing, unsure of how to react. Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly, gauging your reaction. He stood up, leaving you. Moving towards the cage, he picked up the blanket.

“Well, apparently, you are not into the idea. Fine, I’ll take them away.”

Something caught in your chest and you pushed yourself up off the ground. You started towards him, “No!”

He stopped, a smirk playing on his lips.

Walking over to them, you pushed past Lucifer, your hand resting on the cage. They chirped, backing away from your hand, watching you apprehensively. One was more timid, hiding behind the other. For all intents and purposes, they did have a similarity to you. But, unlike your life, you were the looming threat in theirs as they cowered in their own cage.

The braver one hopped forward to your surprise, coming towards you. Hesitantly, you pushed a finger through the lining of the cage, petting it gently. They didn’t move and you were surprised. You knew from past experience that parakeets bit, but this one actually seemed to trust you. You smiled, your finger stroking its feathers.

“Two peas in a pod,” Lucifer commented from behind you and you turned your head to look at him. “Or three I mean…” He chuckled. “You’re a mix of them. That seafoam gown was a good pick for today.”

He paused and then stated his voice tight, “A good response to this would be ‘Thank you’”

You stammered, “Thank you.”

Lucifer smiled at this before waving the demons off. The left quickly and he held you close. “I hope you see how much I appreciate you, princess.”

Pushing away the memory of him being close and then stoic a couple of days before, you answered, “I do.”

Lucifer trailed his hand down, his finger circling your nipple through your dress. “Are you up for playing?” he cooed.

“Always,” you answered without hesitance.

He looked salacious as he pulled the straps off your shoulders and exposed you to him.

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You’d drifted off to sleep after you and Lucifer had finished and were woken up by a rough shake on the shoulder. You mumbled something trying to pull the blankets up, just wanting to sleep.

Your name came in a harsh whisper.

“Y/N!”

“What?” you whined, sitting up groggily, your blanket falling down.

“Christ, alright, cover yourself!” A familiar voice demanded in a hiss.

Your vision cleared and you saw Dean crouching next to the bed. And realized that you were still naked from having sex with Lucifer, your breasts exposed to him.

Quickly gathering the blankets up, you asked unsurely, “Dean? What…”

“We gotta go. Come on, get dressed,” Dean said in a hurry, his voice still low.

You looked around the room frantically. Your heart was beating fast, your mind racing. What was going on? Where was Lucifer? You were still in the room he had made. How was Dean here? And with that, was Dean real?

Then Sam appeared in the doorway, stuffing the demon blade, that was covered in blood, in his back pocket. “What’s going on?” he asked more to Dean than anything. His eyes flicked to you and he noticed the startled expression on your face. “Y/N? You alright?” To Dean he asked, “Are we going?”

“I…” you stammered looking between them.

“Get dressed!” Dean demanded in a hiss before standing up and walking back out towards the bedroom door, looking around on edge.

You were staring at his back in awe, not sure of how to react. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up startled at Sam who had grabbed your shoulder.

“Y/N, come on. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Swallowing sharply, you pushed the covers back and Sam averted his eyes as you got out of bed. You walked over to your closet and opened the door, your eyes searching. There was nothing to run in if that’s what was required. All you had were dresses in there. There were a few skirts folded up on top but mostly, the long gowns that Lucifer liked you to wear. There was nothing else.

Stepping into the gown, you pulled it up, shimming it up past your hips and pulling the zipper up when it was in place. Something still didn’t feel right about the situation. Your mind kept going back to when Lucifer had tricked you. And he had been so angry. You didn’t want that again. Especially since…. he’d gone out of his way recently to do things for you. Not that that made any of it right in the first place. You felt sick thinking all of these conflicting feelings at once.

“Sam… I can’t…” you started to say as you turned around, tears pricking your eyes.

Sam wasn’t there. Neither was Dean.

Lucifer was looming in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe. You hadn’t even heard him come in, so lost in your thoughts.

Your eyes quickly roamed the room and you felt your heart sinking.

“What…” You quieted looking around again before your eyes landed on Lucifer. “Where’s…”

Lucifer ran his eyes up from your feet to your head, slowly. His eyes met your gaze and he cocked his head a bit. “You did slightly better this time, dove,” He mused before pushing himself off the doorway. He pointed at you as he walked closer, “I mean, you were about to turn Sammy boy down weren’t you?”

You swallowed sharply, your hands falling down to your sides. You couldn’t say anything to him, guilt, despair, and disappointment filling up inside you. You should have known it wasn’t real. Sam and Dean couldn’t get past Lucifer. He cared about protecting you too much, especially from them.

Lucifer had closed the space between the two of you and he played with a piece of your hair. “You’re coming along quite nicely, princess.” He paused before adding, “You’re not quite there though.”

One of his hands trailed down to your chest and you flinched, trying to get away from it. He held you tightly, his expression cold. There were a few intense moments were he stared you down, making you cower against his hand against your back. Anything to get away from the hand threatening on your chest.

Finally, he whispered, “I said you did well enough… I won’t punish you for that… yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your voice came out as a whisper and his expression softened slightly, studying you.

His hand left your chest and fell down to your hip. “Oh, I know… I know. They have such a hold on you. A toxic hold. But, I think we are making progress, princess. Really.”

He sounded sincere and leaned down, giving you a quick, deep kiss before pulling away. His fingers caressed your face once more before reaching behind you and unzipping the gown you had put on. He pushed it down your body, leaving you nude in front of him. He ordered, “Go back to bed, princess.”

Letting go of you, he stepped away before turning around and leaving the bedroom. And you standing there.

Your chest heaving, you held back your emotions as you timidly walked back towards the bed and got back under the covers. Snuggling up, you stared off towards the door for a few moments before burying your face into the down covers and hiding.

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