#have a younger more angrier Lucifer

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

empire of storms rp memes. p1. //

“My crown is heavy. It feels lighter when you’re around.”

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OOC // this statement screams Lucifer/Lilith :3

They had so many plans for this exile .. for this hell, as if was being called .. they would make this place a home show heaven what for.. and when the time was right Lucifer would lead his people back for revenge, that darkness festering inside of him.. that anger and hurt growing inside him— he let out a breath as his wife came up to him .

He knew exactly how she felt , he was starting to feel the same ever since they both took on the role of king and queen of all of Hell, “ you speak the words that are in my heart my love , I feel the same way” he reached up for her hand to dance with her . Healing wings flaring out to spin them around.

“As long as I have you .. I can do anything “

[hellsslibrary]

hello! I hope your day is going great. so i have an idea brothers in canon have fan clubs so what happens if they find out brother is dating mc? that if they see or hear that they are especially close you know what I mean. and in the end try to kill or can eliminate him? I do not know which of the brothers, you can choose it yourself. have a good day!

♡Headcanons on brothers's yandere fan clubs and their relationship to / with MC♡

(Older brothers edition).

DNI: Minors.

!! Warnings: yandere topics(obviously), mentions of murder, violence, blood, wounds, mention of sex, humiliation and praise (Levi), affectionate names(Lucifer), semi-public/public(?) sex, dirty talk (a very subtle hint).

#!!a/n: there will be 2 parts, since the headcanon turned out to be too long. The younger brothers will be a little later.

Part 2

Lucifer.

Oh my God... He probably has the craziest fan club. Probably, the club would consist of influential / high-ranking / status / etc demons. So they definitely have the opportunity, and even more so the desire to do something with you.

I assume that almost no one (or maybe no one at all) even tried to show signs of attention to him. After all, we're talking about Lucifer. They don't have a chance. But then some person appears and just like that (it's not easy at all) falls in love with him? Not excusable.

After that, they tried to somehow attract his attention, but failed miserably Lucifer is interested in such a plan only MC. And that made them even angrier.

They began to self-suggest to themselves that Lucifer uses you exclusively for some reason (for example, sex, help with work / brothers, etc.). But just one look at him when he's with you completely kills these thoughts.

He's absolutely in love. They're losing it. They absolutely did not mind, if anything, sharing it among themselves (although Lucifer would not allow it). But with you? What the fuck? So they switched to active surveillance (as far as Lucifer's ability to notice everything allowed).

They were ready to kill you on the spot when they started seeing the two of you in more.... In more secluded places. The way you had a make out session, the way you held him and he held you, the way you almost fucked there. It was just disgusting to them.

And when Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride himself, began to come, albeit with hidden, but still noticeable, hickeys... They were on edge. But then there was another incident after which they finally realized that you need to be eliminated.

"Don't you think they're taking too long?" - one of the demons asks, peering out of the wall.

"Of course they are long! They've been gone for like one hour and twenty-two minutes!" - one of the voices whispers discontentedly.

"Should we come in?" - everyone immediately turns their head with just one glance, giving an answer to the question. - "Okay, I agree. The idea is absolute nonsense. But what are they doing there for almost an hour and a half?!"

"If this idiot is doing something to our precious Luci... I will kill him myself," - but their thoughts are interrupted by the creaking of the door, after which they fall into mute shock.

Lucifer almost falls out of it, holding on to the door, straightening his jacket, tying it properly. And you follow him out, straightening your hair and simultaneously fastening the belt on your trousers.

They look at each other, trying to squeeze closer and hear your dialogue.

"Damn, couldn't you wait until we got home? " - Lucifer asks, although he knows the answer perfectly well.

"No, you'll get bogged down in your work, and I can't stand it. Obviously not after you say such dirty things," - he lightly hits you on the chest, which makes you both laugh.

"Sometimes I don't understand how I got loved with such a pervert... It's time for you to stop talking so much with Asmo, you know, " - you just understand with your shoulders and teasingly show him your tongue.

"You like it, Lulu, anyway, it's time for both of us to go to class, so... " - you briefly kiss him on the lips and wave goodbye to him and he does the same.

He just shakes his head negatively after you with a smile on his face and moves away in the opposite direction... Limping? He's limping.

"He...him..." - and from everyone who was standing there now, only sounds of disgust and jealousy are heard.

Then they decided. MC should not exist. Only they should call Lucifer "Lulu" (or other pet names that Lucifer would not allow, to anyone but you). Only they had to kiss him. They alone should have been Lucifer's weakness. Only they had to have sex with him.

"So what? When will he appear at all... " - whispers one of them, looking at the exit from the school.

"Wait, asshole. He'll show up sooner or later. " - whispers someone in response.

They have perfectly timed the day when Lucifer and all the other brothers have lessons left, and you are free. They are waiting for you to come out of the RAD to finally carry out your plan.

Their eyes lit up when they saw your [tall/medium/short] figure walking down the road to the exit. They looked at each other and nodded, walking towards you at a brisk pace. And then there's only darkness in your eyes.

You wake up, seeing in front of you...Asmo?

"Oh my God, hon, you're awake!" - he gently hugs you and only now you notice that there is a bandage on your chest.

"What happened? " - you ask, patting him on the back a couple of times.

He pulls away and sighs, biting his lower lip, and probably thinking of a softer way to say it to you.

"You were almost killed by several demons who want to fuck with your boyfriend," - you blink a couple of times and tilt your head sideways in incomprehension. - "They wanted to take your place and do with Lucifer what you do. And that's why they decided to kill you. But fortunately they didn't work out and your precious face and body didn't suffer too much! "

"Why didn't it work out? " - you see how the door to your room opens, and then you see your favorite brunette.

"Oh!" - Asmo jumps up and immediately walks away, grinning. - "He will explain it to you in detail. Get well, dear, I'll come back! "

The door slams behind him. And you look at your boyfriend. He sighs heavily and climbs onto the bed, hugging you by the shoulders, putting his face on your shoulder.

"Luci, will you tell me?.. " - you ask quietly, to which he nods and pulls away after a few seconds.

"I'm sorry... I was really worried about you," - he sighs heavily again and looks away. - "They caught you after school, knocked you out, and then... They started... "

He silently points at your chest, continuing:

"Some random student saw it and informed me, since I was the first one he saw... Then I rushed there as fast as I could... Took care of them, and then of you, my love."

He takes your hand, gently strokes it, looking at the remnants of blood left after his care. How stupid they were, thinking that they could touch with impunity the one who belongs to him and the one to whom he belongs.

Mammon.

They don't care about him. They adore him with the fibers of their entire nonexistent soul. They are the only ones (in their opinion) treating him well. They are simply the best candidates for wifes/husbands for him.

But you show up. The one he falls in love with at first sight, but why? What is it about you that they don't have? Why exactly some pathetic, good-for-nothing person, and not they are beautiful, intelligent and strong demons and demonesses.

What the hell are you exactly? No matter how much they watched your, not yet romantic, relationship, they could not understand. They could not understand why he is so much in love with you that he is even ready to spend money, being an Avatar of Greed and even, damn it, to work if your eyes in the store lovingly fall on some trinket.

He is probably one of the three brothers to whom their fan club tried to show signs of attention. But he didn't accept them (only if it's not something that can be sold, of course) even before you, and even more so after you didn't do it(but material things are still accepted).

It annoyed them. Their senpai paid attention to them somehow, but now... He just takes it away, throwing a quiet and quick "thank you". Even though it is, even if it is the most expensive thing in the whole Devildom, he will only sell it.

But if it concerns you. Then even a stupid dandelion or clover that has just been plucked is just wonderful for him. A shiny pebble that you saw on the way and he reminded you of it, he will keep it, let him say that he will throw it away. And if it's something he wants... For example, a new collection of watches or glasses or other things, then he will probably cry when he gets it from you. Have you worked to give him what he wants? God, he's right there in a wedding dress or suit...

In general, everything is clear to you, as well as to them. You are absolutely divine to him, any sign of your attention is the same for him as you are. But they? They just give him things that he will sell. Absolutely unnecessary trinkets for him. They understand that until they get rid of you, they will not get answers to their courtship.

"Tch, where did this man take him? " - they searched corridor after corridor in search of their greedy demon.

"Stop saying that! Now we are—!? " - they are interrupted by a loud groan and they immediately run there.

They pull the door handle lightly, but it's locked, so they put their ears to it.

"D-damn, ya too rude, MC!" - he moans, grabbing your hair in an armful and pressing you to him in a hungry kiss.

Their heart literally stops for a few moments when they finally understand what is happening. You're fucking their demon. You... him... It's impossible to believe. They flinch when there is a slap and later a whimper from Mammon.

"Come on, handsome, you like it when I'm rude," - you gently kiss him on the lips, moving away from him. - "And weren't you just yelling at me to be rougher? "

"That's not what I meant, ya 'now! " - he groans and continues. "But don't stop, please... Ya feel so good inside... "

They hear your giggle, and then a particularly loud moan from their object of adoration. They feel an erection growing in their trousers or their panties are getting too wet from their juices. They immediately reach for their arousals, but pull back their hand and silently leave there.

Then they realize that they 100 percent want to replace you, they want to be the ones who give him such indescribable pleasure. Who makes him moan like that. Who makes him love you so much, your gifts, your appearance and, of course, your personality.

Well, they decided to take decisive action, although it was not easy. Mammon's original job was to protect you, after the relationship, he generally clung to you like a leech and almost never let you go anywhere alone, or escorted you to the offices and everything in that spirit. He just wanted to spend time together, as much time as possible. But! They hunted for a long time and they succeeded.

You were standing quietly against the wall, as several demons appear in front of you. You look around at them and realize that they clearly have bad intentions.

"What do you need? " - you ask, looking at them with a questioning look, realizing that no one will help you now, because everyone has started a lesson, and Mammon has not come yet.

"Your death," - they say in chorus and synchronously.

"Excuse me? " - you raise an eyebrow questioningly, but at the same moment you close your eyes, feeling a strong grip on your neck.

"You heard it all yourself, boy. You took the guy away from us, and we'll take your life. It's all the same. " - you cling to your hand, but you feel a sharp flow of air into your lungs and almost fall, but you manage to hold on.

"What do ya think approaching my man, eh?!" - he shouts, causing them to tremble and lower their eyes to the floor.- "Once again I'll see that ya at least look at him, then... "

He doesn't finish, but they understand everything perfectly and quickly run away. He immediately turns to you, examining your neck, but exhaling, not noticing anything too serious.

"Man, ya can't be left for a minute!" - he shouts and grabs your hand, pulling you along on the way to class, but gently, trying not to pinch any of the veins.

Leviathan.

They totally admire him. With all my soul and body. With all my being. Grand Admiral of the Hell Navy, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom and just probably the cutest otaku in all three worlds.

They practically don't see him in person. Only on his streams, because he studies mostly in an online school. And it's just heaven when he comes to school, although he still doesn't communicate with anyone much, of course. But it's enough for them to see him.

They are his main sims (not true, of course, but they think so). They don't miss a minute of his streams, even if they lasted several days, they wouldn't move away from the screen even for a nanosecond. Probably read and write fan fiction with him with y/n and him as a character, mostly obscene, of course. Also have a body pillow with it. From where? Think for yourself. Yes, in general, he could ask them to do anything, they would do it, there are no barriers for them.

But then you show up. And you become his best friend, player number 2, his boyfriend, his Henry... You become his, and he becomes yours. They were absolutely not satisfied with it, they certainly did not seek him at all, because his relationship with society is not very good, but you took him away so easily... No way. Never.

Although they can thank you for the fact that he began to appear at school a little more often and that they can now see his emotions, which he had not previously shown. But they wanted to be the ones who evoke these emotions and feelings. They wanted to be the ones for whom he was even ready to face normie in his life.

Their entertainment has now become eavesdropping on your conversations. Most of them were about his brothers or a recent game/manga or anime that you enjoyed together, but sometimes your conversations (on your initiative, lfmao) went to a more adult side.

"What are you?! MC, we're at school! We can't..." - he whispers softly, though it sounds more like a scream.

"So what? You'll like it... If someone sees how obedient and beautiful you are for me. And only for me... It would be very good, don't you think?" - he swallows, and you just smirk.

He nods weakly, you kiss him on the cheek, making a surprised sound out of him, and wrap your arms around him, pulling him to your chest. He waves his arms awkwardly for a couple of seconds, but then awkwardly wraps his arms around you in return.

Their heart is broken into a million pieces. He is obedient... He is not what they imagined him to be. Damn man, what did you turn him into, huh?

And when they overheard your conversation about what you want to try in your sex life a little later (well, and of course the wonderful muttering, stuttering and whining of Levi, ahem), they realized that he was clearly not the way they described him in their fan fiction and imagined in their dirty fantasies.

They were going to your conditioned place with him. Under construction, the RAD wing. No one's going to show up here, right? It's dangerous, and the builders work after the end of the school day. They searched every office with their eyes until they found you in some narrow room, probably a future storage room.

"Well, my sweet slut, are you ready? " - you ask in a gentle voice.

They open their eyes and spread out on different walls, because there was no door at the pantry.

"Yes... Yes, please..." - he whines, and the members of his fan club feel their cheeks turn bright red, and a fever is growing in the lower abdomen.

"M, m, m... well, then be a good boy and..." - he moans in pure bliss.

They can't see what's going on there, but that moan was the sweetest thing in the world they've ever heard. They wanted him to moan so much for them, so that he would kneel for them. They wanted to do it right now. The jealousy was too strong.

But as soon as they appear in the aisle, you look up at them in surprise. Your precious boyfriend also turns around and jumps up in embarrassment, hiding behind your sitting figure.

"Don't you want to leave? " - your voice is heard. - "Can't you see what we're doing here?"

They stare for a couple more seconds, but immediately run away in embarrassment. He exhales in bliss, resting his head on your shoulder. You stroke his head and kiss the top of his head.

"Levi, how are you? Can we continue?" - he stands still for a couple more seconds, but then nods. "Great, then how about you sit on my lap now and we'll do about the same thing? "

After that, they obviously didn't even try to touch you. Although they initially understood that they did not have enough strength, he is, of course, shy, but he is not a Grand Admiral for nothing, right? Yes, and your dissatisfied voice brought them to goosebumps. They are now afraid to approach you.

[minteyeddevil]

“Competition”

Lucifer x Reader x Satan, Smut. Not demoncest!

(Just a little piece I decided would be fun to do between these two that always fight with each other, lol.)

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Far more so than you think.”

You weren’t entirely sure how you became subject to this sibling rivalry, both of these arrogant and stubborn demons fighting for a position between your legs; but you certainly weren’t complaining.

***

What seemed to actually lead to this, arguing could be heard coming from Lucifer’s usual private study hidden in the shelves of the library, and it pulled you from your own studying to check and see what was happening. His younger, angrier brother was before him, gesturing animatedly about something you couldn’t quite understand from your position outside the entrance.

You stepped closer, entering the study fully, but the moment both sets of eyes caught you officially in the room, you felt yourself freeze at the tension suddenly thrown at you.

An almost sinister smirk spread across Satan’s face as Lucifer seemed to grimace as the thought occurred to both of them simultaneously.

“Why not just let her decide, hm?”

The eldest set a firm glare on the younger once he voiced the thought; but his eyes softened when he looked at you.

“I am not fond of sharing...but fine.”

Before you knew it, both demons dragged you back to your bedroom, fighting amongst themselves to remove every article of your uniform from you, leaving you gasping and bewildered; and, dare you say, incredibly aroused.

***

A flat, hot tongue lapping against your entrance brought you back to your currently reality, and a throaty groan left you.

“You have to make sure you are paying attention, kitten,” Satan reminded, lapping at you once more. “How will we know who is better if you aren’t giving us proper feedback, hm?”

A deep blush graced your cheeks as he smirked up at you once more; but the eldest pushed his head firmly out of the way, almost knocking him off the bed completely.

“You must not be doing well enough to keep their attention,” he remarked on a chuckle, pressing his lips to your sex and mouthing you for all he was worth.

Your thighs twitched and head rolled back into the pillow, as he continued to lap and suck at you deeply. Satan frowned at the fact that his brother stole you away, but made to move up next to you, lifting you so he could settle your back against his chest. Your head came to rest on his shoulder, as his hands cupped and pawed at your chest, pinching and twisting your hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

One of your hands came up to grip at his forearm, while the other laced into Lucifer’s onyx hair, making a mess of it as you grabbed a handful and gave it a good tug. He groaned into your entrance, making a whine leave you as you rolled your hips against his tongue.

“Is that all your going to be doing for them?” Satan challenged, his grip becoming possessive around your waist, “or should I go ahead and take over?”

“Shut your mouth, now,” the prideful demon responded, keeping his face still pressed to your entrance. “I’ll do more when I feel they are good and ready.”

You whined. “B-but…I am good and ready…”

Satan chuckled, his smirk widening into a full on teasing grin. “Believe they have spoken, Lucifer.”

The glare shared between the demons carried a dangerous air; but you tugged on Lucifer’s arm to bring his attention back to you. His features seemed to soften when he looked at you once more and he nodded, moving to have your thighs resting against his own, his cock nestled against your sex. You took in his mussed, dark hair, the gleam of saliva on his chin, the swollen, purple head of his cock, and giggled to yourself that you rarely were able to see him so debauched before you.

From behind you, though, you could hear an annoyed huff. “I really don’t find it that fair that he gets to have you first, MC.”

“I am the oldest. Plus,” he added while giving you a knowing and cocky grin, “they usually come to me first when needy.”

Satan fumed and his gripped tightened on you for a moment, before he simply rolled his eyes and huffed once more, turning his attention to nipping at your ear and nuzzling your neck. “Hope you enjoy this little-” another glare set on his brother with the emphasis, “teaser, because the main event will be right after.”

Soft sighs left you as he nipped your neck, sucking the skin right above your pulse, making you rut against his brother’s cock. Lucifer hissed, as he gripped his shaft and positioned his tip against your needy entrance.

“MC. Please. Look at me. I want to watch your face as I enter you.”

His words were blunt and forward as usual, but you still desire to hide your face in Satan’s grip; though he denied you, his hand coming forward to cup your chip and have your face forward, eyes locked with his crimson ones. He pushed in slowly, your mouth slightly opening at the pressure and his thumb slipped into your mouth, having you suck on the digit. He let out a shaky breath once he was to the hilt, and your head pressed back into Satan’s chest. His free hands roamed over your chest, as Lucifer began a slow pace inside you.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you towards him with each thrust, and you gripped onto Satan’s arm as if to keep you grounded. Your eyes fluttered closed, as you could feel your walls clenching onto his cock, The Avatar of Wrath’s own digging into your back as you moved against him as well.

“I suppose you must be doing something right for them, Lucifer,” he teased, reaching one hand down to tease your sex while the other continued to twist and pull at your nipples.

“Keep your mouth shut, Satan,” the Avatar of Pride quipped back, focusing on you. He wanted to pull you into his arms, keep you to himself in that moment, despite seeing you cling to his brother’s arm as you were.

Satan could definitely say he felt the same, wishing he could be in his brother’s place in that moment; though he knew he was going to be soon enough.

You startled him, though, when you twisted a bit in his arms, moving down his body and bringing you closer to Lucifer’s. The new position allowed him a different angle, hitting you much deeper, and making your vision white around the edges. Your hands finally found what you sought out, gripping hold of Satan’s cock and eliciting a swearing hiss from him.

You gave him a few lazy strokes, before looking up at him and taking his tip into your mouth. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time ever, you saw him be at a loss for words. You bobbed your head along his shaft, moans escaping you as Lucifer’s pace sped up. His fingers were now a bruising grip on your thighs, as you could feel his cock swelling inside your fluttering walls. Satan’s cock twitched in your mouth, his fingers lacing into your hair as he tried to keep still to let you move on your own.

But you pulled off of his cock suddenly, pressing your face to his stomach as you cried out, feeling your orgasm rip through you as Lucifer gave a few hard thrusts further, pulling out to release his cum along your stomach. He wasted no time in pulling his shirt from the floor, and used it to clean up your skin, apologizing, despite his smirk, for making such a mess on you.

You smiled and let out a small giggle, a slight roll of your eyes included as you pulled him down for a deep kiss.

Though you were quickly pulled away from him by a pair of frustrated arms wrapping around your middle tightly. “I’m here too, MC. Don’t you dare forget about me. I need your attention just as much, if not more than him.”

Your legs were pulled out from under you as your chest was pressed to the bed sheet. Satan leaned over your form, planting soft kisses to your cheek and shoulder. His fingers prodded your abused entrance, making you cry out softly at the over stimulation.

“Not even going to give her a moment of reprieve? Bastard,” Lucifer mumbled with an eye roll; but Satan simply smirked in response, leaning down to place his lips by your ear.

“I am fairly certain you can take me just fine in your current state. You’ve let me use you more than this before,” he breathed, and you took in a sharp breath, nodding before your brain could even register anything.

His fingers dug into your hips, as he lined his tip up with your entrance, pressing in as slowly as he possibly could. He wanted so badly to pound away at you, make you forget his brother and be lost in him; but he also didn’t want to hurt or break you in the process. He may be wrath incarnate, but he cared deeply about you.

You moaned and wiggled your hips a bit, adjusting to his girth. He wasn’t as thick as his brother, though from the feel at the moment, a bit longer and deeper in. They may be brother, cut from the same cloth as it were, but they were so different in many ways.

You could hear him huffing behind you, his cock twitching inside your walls.

“Tell me when, kitten.”

You could feel a hand soothing your hair, and your eyes opened slightly, to see Lucifer on his elbows next to you, his fingers running through. He had a look of concern on his face, but you smiled softly at him, gripping his hand as you gave Satan a nod.

His hips jerked against yours, pulling out almost all the way only to slam right back in. Your eyes shut at the feeling, a cry leaving your throat. His pace picked up quickly, as if he was seeming impatient, but his thrusts were angled just right, making sure you were feeling as good as he was. He kept his pace for a good bit, feeling your walls fluttering around his cock; but he could feel your legs shaking, clearly aching from the previous acts.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you, sitting back against the headboard, with you still nestled in his lap, his cock buried inside you. He held you still against him, using his hips to buck into you, as his face buried in your neck.

“I have you, MC. Let me do all the work now.”

You felt your body go slightly limp against him, throaty whines escaping you as you felt him pounding into you. Your walls began to clench again, feeling the growing warmth in your lower belly. His hands clawed at your chest needily, playing with your hardened and sensitive nipples, while a third hand came forward to touch and stroke at your sex.

That was enough to push you over the edge, and you cried a mix of their names, whiny noises filling their ears as you came down from your high. Satan pulled out of you and came on his discarded sweater, making his brother grimace but roll his eyes. He glared at him, knowing the judgement behind that motion, but chose to ignore while he pulled your limp frame into his side.

Your limp body was used as a barrier between both men, each of them fighting over who could wrap their arms around you the most. You hummed at the warmth, nuzzling into Satan’s neck, but pulled Lucifer’s arms around you so his cheek could rest on your shoulder.

“Now, after enduring how little competition, who would you say is better, MC?”

Lucifer scoffed suddenly. “You really wish to ask them that, now?”

They proceeded to argue back and forth til you shushed them both, giving each of them a kiss before snuggling back into your spot.

“I like you both. Now shut up and let me get some sleep.”

[asmosmainhoe]

I'm not good at making request buuuuut I saw your request are open and I'm not gonna let this chance pass by to see your amazing writing again. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! Ok so on to the request. Can you do on how the undateables (now datables) + Lucifer, Satan and Belphie be like when they miss their s/o? Thank you very much! -🥀

The undateables + Lucifer, Satan & Belphegor missing their s/o

Thanks for the request and for being so enthusiastic!

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: slight cursing, slight angst

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Lucifer

Hides in his office and buries himself in paperwork

Missing you distracts him from his work for Diavolo and that's something he can't afford

But no matter how hard he tries he simply can't get you off his mind

Whenever he sits at his desk he can see you sitting on it in the corner of his eyes, watching him work like you used to do so often

How dare you mess with his schedule like that?

He forbade his brothers visiting you in the human realm, because of their shenanigans and he just can't run around breaking his own rules

It's a pain in the ass

Thinks about calling you, but he doesn't want to look too desperate so he simply texts you

If you don't respond immediately expect 10 more texts from him (so much about not looking desperate)

Satan

Misses you more often than he likes to admit

And when he misses you he gets angry and lets it out on Lucifer which makes Lucifer angry which makes Satan even angrier

Do you see the issue?

It always happens when he finishes an interesting book

He instinctively rushes to your old room to tell you about it, but stops midway, realizing you're not there anymore

After a small big tantrum he returns to his room and calls you to tell you about the book

Don't get me wrong. He loves hearing your voice and being able to talk to you, but it's not the same

Often you two talk over the phone through the entire night and after some calls you can see a few tears rolling down his cheeks

Belphegor

When he misses you he searches for his twin to hang out with

Beelzebub never fails to cheer him up

But on some days even that isn't enough

When even his closest brother and friend can't help him he sleeps

The probleme here: he dreams of you. A lot

And some dreams just feel so real

When he wakes up the empty feeling inside his chest seems to have grown

Well it really depends on the dream tho

The good one's kinda cheer him up you know? They feel like he's closer to you

The bad one's tho? He hides in the attic and doesn't leave it for the rest of the day or night

Diavolo

This man doesn't have the time to miss you that often tbh

He has to rule over the Devildom and that enquires 100% of his attention

There are only rare moments where he can really sit back and relax

They used to be precious to him, but now they're just filled with thoughts of you

The human exchange student who stole his heart within a few months

He knows he cant affort those distractions, but he can't help himself

Ever since you left he has changed and the others noticed that. Especially Barbatos and Lucifer

They do everything in their power to cheer the prince up

Of course he appreciates the effort, but the only thing that could help him in those moments is you

Barbatos

Very busy man

Also doesn't have the luxury to think about you 24/7

Honeslty he sees it as a gift, because it would drive him crazy if his mind would be with you all the time

The only times he thinks of you is when he bakes or lays in bed

Baking is something you two enjoyed doing together even if your cakes didn't always turn out how they're supposed to do

The kitchen just feels so empty without your presence

You could say that he's not that into baking anymore since your absence

Don't get me started on the moments he thinks of you when he's in bed

His mind is full with memories of you telling him about your home and laughing with him

He would gladly turn back time if Diavolo would just allow it

Simeon

You have no idea how often this angel watches over you

He even talked with the archangels about becoming your guardian angel

He simply can't get you out of his mind and not being near you is slowly but surely killing him

It's safe to say that he has never experienced such loneliness. Such agony

Not since the fall of his brothers and sisters

Fights the urge to come down and visit you more often than he likes to admit

Simeon often tries to distract himself by talking to Luke or baking with him

Unfortunately the younger angel talks about you just as often and making Simeon's state worse

Solomon

For him it wouldn't be that bad tbh

Whenever the feeling of missing you becomes unbearable he simply calls you and arranges a meeting/date

The fact that he can teleport with his magic makes everything even easier

You often have a sleepover on weekends or on other free days

Seeing you always makes his heart jump with excitement

But every goodbye feels like a punch in the guts

If he could he would spend every second with you

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[thewritetofreespeech]

hello!! i've made a request before but this idea came in my brain and i heard your requests were open. So ive seen a lot of fics of the brothers saving mc, but what about mc kinda of saving the brothers, i mean like badass sword fighting style. Just like a stereotypical disney prince saves a princess mc kinda saves the brothers from getting killed by a lesser demon with a sword and just being badass (and sword) and the bros find it hot (weak humans? never heard of them)

*spongebob narrator voice* 400 years lat’er..... So sorry this took so long! I genuinely don’t know why I couldn’t get it done. When I actually tried, I got it done in like 2 days. My only excuse is that I’m a horrible trash munny >.<

Obey me Boys + Power Princess MC

Lucifer

It offends him that this creature, this being not fit to lick the soles of his boots, would raise their hand to him. The attack was not even what upset him, but just the gall. The utter stupidity of this decision to throw one’s life away. The fact that they had attacked with you around only made him wish to end that pathetic life that much sooner.

“Step back [Y/N]. I’ll deal with this quic—” Lucifer cut himself off when you rushed forward. A bright shining sword in your hand as you lunged. Slashing through the demon, who wailed and instantly turned to dust & ash. “What on Earth was that?”

“Oh. It’s my sword.” You reply nonchalantly. Turning around to show it to him. “It’s a holy arc sword, or something. I can summon it from my bracelet whenever I need it. Cool to know it actually works in a pinch.”

“And where did you get such a magical artifact?” Lucifer asked. Perplexed beyond reason, but trying not to show it.

“Lord Diavolo gave it to me when I first got here.” The demon arched a brow. Lord Diavolo? “It would be really irresponsible of him to just let a human wander around hell without some kind of weapon.”

He paused for a moment. Trying to piece all of what you had just said together. Then he just chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it would be.” And here he thought that he had been the only one protecting you. When all along you could do it yourself.

His hand reached out to pat your head fondly. His breast swelling with pride. “I’ll have to thank him for giving you such a thoughtful, practical gift. We’ll also have to add sword play to your lesson plans. I’d be more than happy to be your tutor.

Mammon

‘Shit!’ Mammon mentally cursed as he was hit again.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been rough up outside a club. Given his lifestyle, and his gambling track record, he’d been pummeled by a few bouncers in his life. With his immense power, he could easily take them; if he tried. But then he would be banned from the club, and ever other, and that was something he couldn’t handle over the humiliation of being beat up by these clowns. He needed this. It was all he had.

So, he took his beatings from lesser demons when they came around. He’d only wished they’d picked a different night to get their ‘payment’ back since you were supposed to be here soon.

“Come on guys. Don’t ya think you’ve had enough?”

“We’ll tell you when we’ve had enough!” One demon sneered at him, before kicking a man while he was down. Classy. “You owe us. And we’re gonna get back every cent you owe out of your hide!”

The demon reared his foot back to kick him again, and Mammon mentally sighed. Preparing himself for the kick and really being over this since it began. But….no kick came.

The demon let out a loud grunt over the sound of a metal ‘wack’ before the two, even lesser goons beside him suffer the same fate and they all slump to the ground. “Mammon! Are you ok?!”

The silver haired demon looked up at you in shock. The light from the street lamp causing a halo to form around you, highlighting your worried face as you brandished a rusty pipe like some great sword. “Yeah…I’m fine….”

“You don’t look fine! You’re all beat up!” He just sat there as you dropped the pipe and dropped down to him. Fretting over him as you looked him over. He couldn’t hear what you were saying over the beating sound of his heart in his ears.

No one had ever tried to help him before.

Mammon lifted his arms and wrapped them around you. “Mammon? What—“Let’s get out of here.” He interrupted as he hugged you. Standing up, and helping you to your feet, after a moment to walk out of the alley. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I wanna go somewhere with you.”

“But….I thought you wanted to go out tonight. Play cards. You said you were feeling lucky?”

He couldn’t tell if that was a jab or not, but replied, “well clearly I was wrong.” Though despite his bumps and bruises, he did still feel pretty lucky right not. “I just want to get out of here. I don’t need this anymore.” You both decide to head home to help Mammon nurse his wounds. He never went back to that club, or really any club, after that night.

Levi

“Levi….I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Nonsense!” Levi quipped in response to your perfectly reasonable, concerned feelings. “It’s just a little further. Besides, I want to see Henry 1! I’ve missed him a ton recently, and want to make sure he remembers me.” It had broken his heart to discover his poor, lost serpent had been down here, all alone, this whole time. So he made an effort to see him every now and then.

“Yeah but…isn’t this still like super-secret for Lord Diavolo’s family and stuff? What if there’s like booby traps and stuff?”

“Come on! There weren’t any booby traps or anything before. Why would he when he has Henry to keep it…..” Levi trailed off as both of you were ingulfed by a long, dark shadow. A low hissing sound growing louder as a gold, stripped serpent towered over you with a menacing glare. “That’s not Henry.”

The snake hissed loudly with bared fangs and an open mouth, and you both scream and run to get away from it.

The serpent of course chased you. Easily able to keep up, and only loosing you when the two of you duck into a narrow corridor. Levi turned around to say something to you, but you were gone. His immediate thought was that the stranger snake had gotten you, and it was all his fault, and he would never see you again!

When he came to the end of the corridor, walking out like a man on death row instead of running, he looked up to see the snake in front of him. Clearly angered by having to chase him. Levi didn’t care. He wanted to die if anything happened to you. He’d rather die than live one moment without you.

Prepared to accept his fate, the demon didn’t move when the snake unhinged his jaw to eat him in one gulp. Only for a sharp spike to thrust out from his mouth a moment later. A strange, hissing gasp escaping it before it slumped down in a lifeless heap on the floor. “[Y/N]!”

“Jesus! Not to put too fine a pin on it, but this place is literally a maze. One minute I’m next to you, and the next I’m in some armory on the other side of the hall 50 feet away. Are you alright Levi?”

The demon scrambled up the snake corpse to stand next to you and wrapped his arms tight around your being. “[Y/N]! I was so scared! I thought this Henry imposter got you, and you were dead, and I couldn’t think of anything!”

“I’m really ok Levi.” You assure him, as he wept into your shoulder. “Do you still want to see the real Henry? I think I spotted where he actually is when I was running back with the spear?” Levi nodded into your shoulder. Still not prepared to let you go.

Satan

Satan always tried to be a reasonable man.

He hated being referred to as ‘The Demon of Wrath’. It wasn’t his wrath that had caused him to be born. And he wasn’t any angrier than his brothers, so why did he have to be labeled the ‘bad seed’? So he always tried to be level headed. Calm. Patient. But there were somethings he just could not abide. Like the boorish behavior of someone talking loudly in the library.

“Excuse me,” the blonde said, attempting to remain calm, as he came over to the rude demon two tables over, “could you please keep it down? This is a library.”

“Yeah. I know what it is.” He quipped back rather snippily. “What are you? The librarian?”

“No. Just a fellow book lover.” Satan replied. Grinding his teeth now. “And one who can follow the rules and basic social decorum of keeping my conversations to myself in a place like this.”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“No. I’m calling you uncouth. A word meaning undignified, and without manners.”

“Why you!”

The demon rose to his feet, towering over Satan now that he was standing. Not that it mattered. Height was not an immediate representation of strength. Look at Belphie. His younger, shorter brother could level a whole city with a flick of his wrist. Satan could easily dispatch of his imbecile without even breaking a sweat.

He never got the chance though, as just after he stood the demon let out a grunt and slumped to the floor; with you standing behind him on his depleted chair with a book in your hand like you had just pulled it from The Stone. “Bet you’re glad I think Kindles are dumb now.”

Satan had to right himself on what he was seeing, and then frowned at you. “I never said that, and get down.” He insisted. Offering you his hand to get down. You hop down with ease and set your weapon book on the table. “Honestly, I could have handled him without resorting to violence or cheap theatrics.”

“Cheap?? This book was very expensive.” You insist, and Satan had to scoff.

“Be that as it may, please do not use books for more than their intended purpose. I appreciate the assist, but I can’t have you hurting yourself or fine literature in the future.”

“You’re such a buzz kill sometimes Satan…..”

Asmo

Asmo always loved going to the club. The dancing. The energy. The pulsing music. The people.

Well…usually the people. Some people, usually bro-dude demons, just couldn’t take a hint that ‘no’ meant ‘no’.

“Come on Asmo! Why are you being so stingy?!”

“I’m not being ‘stingy’,” Asmo replied with a frown marring his beautiful face. “I’m just not interested.”

“You were interested last time.” His pursuer replied. Like that somehow gave automatic permission that things would happen again.

“That was a long time ago.” The dusk haired blonde replied. Sipping his cocktail and looking thoughtful across the spacious VIP lounge over to you.

Yes, things had certainly changed. Once where it would take a whole room of people and attention to make him content, these days all he wanted was you. Just you sparing a moment to look at him made his heart feel incredibly full. He had come here to have a fun night out with you, but it seemed no matter where he went his beauty was always causing problems.

The lesser demon frowned, then looked towards the direction Asmo was looking to land on you. “Shoot, just bring them along with us.”

“Excuse me?” Asmo asked. Beautiful expression turning Ignatius as he sat down his drink.

“Bring them along. I’ve never had sex with a human. But there must be something to it if you’re willing to do them. Not that I suppose that takes much….”

At that, Asmo leapt from his chair and grabbing the brute by the collar. He wasn’t normally one for violence. He wasn’t like his dull brothers. But he couldn’t let a slight like that against you slide. “Take it back!”

The two demon’s scuffle. Clearing out the VIP lounge as everyone ran. Scared that they might transform at any moment and literally tear each other apart. Asmo somehow ended up on his back, a position that usually didn’t bother him, as the other reared back to punch him in the face.

Or, at least he would have if he didn’t start convulsing and fall on the ground a moment later.

“Asmo! Are you ok?!”

The Lust Demon looked at you for a moment. Then delicately covered his mouth with both hands. Returning to normal. “[Y/N]! You saved me!!”

“Yeah. This little thing packs a punch.” You replied. Holding out your little pink taser from She-Sword from your clutch. “I couldn’t let this jerk hurt your beautiful face.”

“No one is more beautiful than you my fierce warrior queen!” He praised. Basking in the moment for only a second before you both scamper off before security came.

You both might be beautiful, but you didn’t want to end up on the evening news.

Beel

“I want to take up kendo.” Beel announced to you one day. Out of the blue. “I’ve been looking for ways to add variety to my workout. I came across this video on kendo and thought it would be fun.”

Of course, Beel knew you had practiced kendo in the past at school. So he might have also been looking for fitness activities for you to do together. In any case, he really liked seeing you in your little workout outfit. It was super cute.

He also liked you showing him the basics of kendo; stance, footing, basic strike movement. When he felt he had gotten the hang of it, Beel jovially asked for a sparring match with you.

“I don’t know….”

“Come on [Y/N], sparring with someone is the best way to learn fighting.” He reasoned. “Besides, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about that….” He heard you mutter under your breath, but thought that he must have imagined it as you squared off.

Standing across from you in the arena, something changed. The hair on the back of Beel’s neck stood up. Not in the excited way that it normally did when he saw you. But something more….primal. His grip tightened a little more as he realized he might have to get a little serious with you.

It was all for nothing though as the match was over just as soon as it started.

The shinai went flying out of his hands, landing across the room just as Beel landed on his butt. His backside throbbing as his bell was rung clear as day. He rubbed his head as he looked up at you. “I may have forgotten to mention that I was three-time national kendo champ all through school.”

The demon looked up at you with a shiny, sparkly gaze only until now reserved for delicious food. “Teach me sensei!”

Belphie

He hated being out. He wanted to go home.

Being outside in the sun, with all these…..people was hell to him. Belphie would rather be home, in actual hell, with his blanket and pillow and quiet, rather than ‘top side’ with you for the whole afternoon. Not that it was you or anything. You were the only bright star on this miserable day. He’d be damned if he’d let one of his brothers spend the day with you when he could.

“Belphie, do you want an ice cream? Maybe that will help with the heat?”

He wanted to say that the only thing that would help him was getting the hell out of here. But, he bit his tongue. The demon knew how important this was to you to come ‘home’ now & then and he didn’t want to ruin it for you. So he just nodded and asked, “strawberry please.”

He sat in the shade as he watched you go over to the ice cream truck alone. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he was just a hopeless shut in. Like Levi, only worse. He just wanted humans so much that being around them was making him crankier than normal today.

“Geez, get a look at that side show over there.”

Belphie looked up from his daze at the human who was a few yards away from him. Snickering and staring with his friends in a voice that a regular human wouldn’t be able to hear. “If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck.” Again, he was very cranky.

The human was obviously taken aback at being heard and then called out like that. “What did you say to me?!” He yelled, once he got his bearings on the situation, and took a ‘threatening’ step forward to see if he would repeat it.

“I said ‘If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck’.” Of course he repeated it. “Don’t mutter something under your breath like a coward. Say it like a man, or keep your gross mouth shut.” This was why he hated humans. No spine.

Well, metaphorical spine. If he kept this up, Belphie was gonna prove that he had a spine when he ripped it out and made him wear it as a neck tie.

“You little fuck--!” Belphie, of course, didn’t move when he stomped closer. Not that he needed to, because he was stopped in his tracks rather abruptly when you stepped between then. Holding a knife from your pocket.

“I suggest you get out of here, before the only ‘side show’ around here is your knife swallowing act pal.” The man seemed to frozen for a moment as he tried to process if you were serious. Then his flight instincts kicked in and he took off running with his friends across the park. “Gosh, I think I’ve been spending to much time with you guys. I never would have done anything like this before.” You said after a sigh, then turned back to Belphie.

“My hero.” He cheered softly, in his typical tired voice but still with a soft smile. Seeming extremely proud of the bad influence he was on you.

[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt10

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature.

Previously

With no other option he uses his wing to grab Mammon’s attention it works and use other talon to pinned down his wing freeing Lucifer’s arm. And quickly reach in grabbing the book out of his coat and start reading it then his eyes turning more demonic with each word and starting to feel his body shifting to his demonic form.

“Do you how long we have to keep walking for Satan?” Belphie is whining with walking they been doing, as he, Levi, Beel with unconscious Asmo being carried by Beel following Satan who is following the spell he cast onto Lucifer. Leading them deeper in the woods.

“This spell only helps me by making an invisible rope around Lucifer’s ankle not how long we have to walk.” Satan answers Belphie’s question.

Suddenly Beel start sniffing around as if he caught a scent of something, and start running towards it.

“BEEL!!” Levi screams to stop call Beel back causing the other two to look back.

“Beel come back!” Belphie and Levi chase after Beel, leaving Satan to facepalm and start following the spell without them.

“They got Beel with them, they’ll be fine and I should be fine. Right?”

“Beel don’t ran of like that you’ll get lost and you’re carrying Asmo~” Belphie cuts himself off when he saw what Beel tracking.

“Y/N!!!” Belphie runs towards and tackling you, causing you to drop the food you been gathering.

You blink the shock out of you “Belphie you’re here! You found us” your start to get teary eye and sobbing as you return the hug and tighten it to make sure that this isn’t a dream.

Levi and Beel rush over to you two, Levi immediately wraps his arms and tails around you squeezing into almost bone crushing embrace, while crying of a storm and sobbing. You try to say something but your being crushes by two of most powerful demons right now.

“Levi let go your crushing them!”

“And you aren’t!” the two-demons let go, for you to gasp for air, then Beel walks over. With a smile of happiness and relief. Since you saw that his hands were full, you gave a bear and nuzzle into chest.

“We’re so happy we found you”

“I miss you guys too” as you hug Beel, and you felt a hand pat your head making you to look up to see who it was. It was a tired Asmo with a sleepy smile at you.

“How did you guys find these woods?” you let go from the hug and asks around.

“We followed Mammon~”

“Shit!” you cut off Beel “You mean his already back! I need to go back to the cave. His going to flip if he can’t find me” you quickly grab the fruits from the ground and quickly head back to the cave with the demons following from behind.

“Is that Satan!” you see him at the mouth of the cave looking inside from the side. Ran beside him “Satan~” he quickly covers mouth and shushing you.

“If Mammon hears you, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Lucifer” you grab his hand and took it off from your mouth.

“What do you mean?” but he could answer you Mammon shrike inside and unfamiliar one mixes in with his. “Mammon!” mutter and quickly run inside, ignoring Satan’s call.

The others finally made it to the cave next to Satan.

“What’s happening?” Belphie asks and Satan click his tongue and turn to look at Belphie.

“Lucifer is in there, fighting Mammon”

“What!! And you’re just standing out here while Lucifer and Mammon are killing each other inside the cave”

“Well, I haven’t gone in yet all I know is that my spell broke 10 mins away from here, luckily I could hear Mammon’s shirking and I believe to be Lucifer’s so I just follow that sound then I end up here”

“We have to do something! Maybe~”

“Levi, those are two of the most powerful demons in there who are in their demonic form right now. If you want to get yourself killed, be my guest” but before Satan gesture to go in jokingly, Levi rushes inside. “Levi!?! I didn’t mean literary…... FUCK looks like we’re going in”

“You know…… that we can stay here and~”

“y/n is in there…” not even a second past, Belphie runs in, with Beel and Asmo who is being carried by him is far behind. Satan let a long sigh being to walk in the cave where trouble is bound to happen.

“You Son of…… do you have any idea how long we been looking for you and y/n~” Mammon shrikes at Lucifer who gets angrier by each pasting minute and slowly losing his calm and collected demeanor.

“I can do this all-night Mammon; you did this to yourself now chance back or ELSE!!” Lucifer is practically yelling at Mammon like he was still himself a month ago.

But all Mammon did was throw rocks and bones at Lucifer. Who even with a broken arm and his mind getting more feral by the hour is manage to dodge everything that Mammon is throwing at him? With a cocky smile like his enjoying this.

“What going on?” Levi is asking you, but you’re just standing with mouth and eyes widen open in disbelief to what you’re witnessing below you. You couldn’t answer him.

Belphie, Beel and Asmo got there and they are stunned by what’s happening. But once Satan got there, he’s was the how finally did something. Yelling and calling out the two brothers fighting down there.

“The FUCK!?! Are you two doing! You two can’t even stop arguing even you’re like THIS!!”

The two demonic being whip their head towards the mouth of the cave.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH! SATAN” Lucifer yell while Mammon shrike aggressively and immaturely. But then he saw you standing there, all of the sudden his whole demeanor change into happy and excited, like a puppy seeing his owner back from work. With his tail wagging and eyes widened with joy.

He quickly run towards you, scaling the wall like it was nothing using his talons to climb. Once he got to you, he quickly grabs you pulling you away from his brothers. Keep you close to his chest with one winged arm and quickly scaled back down and dashes pass a confuse Lucifer heads toward the nest.

He jumps and flop on the nest on his back while hugging you tight. He nuzzles his forehead on face while mixture of cooing and purring in happy and joy comes off from him. “I sorry I left; I was getting some food…… we’re you worried that you did see once you got back?” he dramatically nodded with his eyes close. “Owww, I sorry I made you worried” you kiss the side of his face, causing him to purr like crazy and start playfully preening you. Making you giggle and laugh; you wrap your arms around his neck hugging him and he did the same thing with winged arms covering your entire body with only your head pop out and his tail slam up and down making noise with coins in the nest.

While you two were reuniting, the others flew down into the cavern, and walk toward Lucifer who is watching all of this unfolded.

“Why the hell happen to you, you look like you didn’t finish~”

“The spell!” Lucifer cuts off Satan with grouchy tone “when Mammon and I struggling, I grab the book out of my coat and start read the spell and my body start to change, but then Mammon knock the book off my hand causing the spell to stop and this happen” Lucifer show his taloned arm to his brothers slowly turning it to show how it changed.

Lucifer is still in his demon form more so, more demonic with his wings gotten bigger, both arms and legs are now black talons like an eagle with more humanoid with black feather sprouting out at where the talons ended. And one of his eyes turn demonic with the sclera ink black and the iris fairly glowing crimson red and a tail with seven peacock feathers at the tip of it.

“Well…… at least your still you Lucifer” Asmo finally got off from Beel’s back and cheerful comments at Lucifer’s predicament. “You still have some control and Hey! You still have your handsome face” he giggles, earning him a deadpan stare from not just Lucifer but also Satan and Belphie.

“Looks like their asleep” Beel points at the two of you sleeping in nest, with you laying on your stomach on top of Mammon with your head resting on crooks of his neck as he sleeping on his back with one winged arm blanketing your body.

“I think they have the right idea” Belphie comment letting out a yawn “we can deal with this tomorrow, we been at it for hours, we need to sleep.” For once all of them agree and nodded at Belphie who sleepy smiled.

All of them start setting up where they are to sleep. Levi and Asmo lay next to each other with their back facing towards each other near by the nest. Belphie found a pile of old fabrics and flop himself on top of it and immediately fall asleep, Beel lean back on the pile and start falling asleep.

Once all of his younger brothers are asleep all expect one, Lucifer walks over to the wall where the mouth of the cavern is, and lean back and slide down in exhaustion right next to Satan, who is still awake.

“Lucifer for once get some sleep” he let out a dry laugh at his brother blunt way of caring before dozing off to sleep, and Satan followed suit.

The sound of coins being step on quietly filled the cavern, as someone pick up the old book on the ground and return back to sleep.

[obeymeshallwedate-latinplayer]

Growling back  (Seven brothers)

Hello there!!  So I was reading @midnight-dome​ headcanon, this human writes so so so beautiful that inspired me to create this HC, Midnight-dome, if you are reading this, as in my home town will be saying “Gracias por tanto perdón por tan poco.” AKA: Thank you for so much, sorry for so little And Notice me senpai!

This HC, it´s actually not only for a Latin!Mc but for all Mc´s in the world, plus is GN!MC. 

Lucifer:

He is mad, it´s more than just being mad, he is furious. What were you thinking?! Staying with Mammon and actually following him was the stupidest idea you had in your exchange year.

He was looking straight to your eyes, clearly in demon form, his fangs make Mammon shiver and run away, while you little human stared right back at his red eyes, that made him angrier.

And suddenly he growls, the sound was divided in two, in one hand it was marvelous watching closely that mouth and those fangs changed your perspective about him, it was a lifetime experience.

In the other hand, you started to get angrier, sure you might or might not have being doing some gambling with Mammon. B U T He does not have the right to growl at you. And if he wants to communicate with growling’s you will answer back.

 When you do the growling, something pops inside him. Pray that the kneeling doesn´t long that much.

Mammon:

§  MC was eating at RAD´S cafeteria, of course surrounded by other demons that were they´re pals, it was a nice lunch break, until MC forgot something.

§  Today they needed to eat with Mammon, the brothers developed a weird schedule for MC, on Mondays they shall ALWAYS take a break lunch with Lucifer, Tuesday Mammon, and so it continued for the whole week, seven days for the seven brothers. And today… today´s day was Tuesday.

§  Mammon entered into the cafeteria blowing smoke out his nose, He was the first for MC Which words does they do not understand?!  He was angry, as soon as he enter he reached the table were MC, was sitting.

§  He became such a drama king, until he growled at them. Something was odd about it, no matter how cruel his brothers were with him, he would calm down himself and just laugh about it, but when it was the MC, he loses his mind as quickly as a thunder.

§  MC was petrified, but they were an independent human being, so N O they will not allow anyone to be disrespectful with them, so they growled back at the demon. Mammon was impressed, you looked fearless, stronger, even thought they didn´t have fangs, Mammon needed to understand, they were not some easy human beings. They will fight for a place in the Devildom.

Levi :

·         It was gamming night, yep The MC and Levi have a gamming night just for the two of them. The game? Devil cart. Of course, the team up games were too easy for them, it was like a nice walk in the park, even if Levi does not like to go out.

·         So, they decided that night was going to be different, it was going to one vs one, while screaming and buffing the night became morning and Levi couldn´t win against the human next to him.

·         The most common idea in his mind right now? “Mc was cheating” even though they weren´t cheating Levi couldn´t believe that some normie actually beat his ass in devil cart.

·         He confront them, Mc was confused when he transformed into his demon form and hiss/growled at them. And of course they growled back.

·         Levi was on shock, after seeing the eyes of Mc, he came back into his normal being, and a new door has been unlocked.

Satan:

·         Both were reading in his room, it was part of a normal day, until… Mc spoiled the end of the book.  

·         It was subtle, or at least that was Mc thought, suddenly the atmosphere of the room felt heavy, and a strong aura was making them quite sick.

·         Satan was in a full demon form, and he glance at them, like a predator ready to kill his small prey, that was an interesting moment. Maybe if he wasn´t to busy trying to murder them he might end faster his book.

·         And like a mind reader, Satan just growled at them, his fangs were big enough to bite their neck and not letting go. They were like a cat fang. Even if they were cute, they were a deadly weapon.

·         When Mc, growled back, the room instantly became so quiet… That means danger, so Mc leaved the room as fast as they could. Satan did not spoke to them for the whole week.

Asmo. 

·         If they think Asmo is easy to have a growl from, then they´re so wrong. Asmodeus actually cares so much about his throat that he will never (or at least that´s what he says) growl at anyone.

·         But Mc will growl at him. He stick to Mc so much that sometimes they wish a little of space, just a tinny amount of that. One day they were at their limit and growled at Asmo.

·         “You do not need to be rude.” Aka: he actually liked that, so do it again.

·         New kink now open for Asmo, he will make anything in his hands to make them growled again. They do not like to be hug? He will do it. Just don´t dare to bite him. Or he will get outrageous

·         “Mc… Roar.” Yep, he found the meme, that´s the only way you will listen to him growl, and in savage sex… but that´s a topic for a different conversation. ·         

Beel. 

·         Both of them were eating at Mc´s room, of course Beel took half of the food inside the freezer just to eat with the Mc. He asked nicely if they would want something, and they said “No, help yourself better”. In an common mind that would be all of the actions, but Mc ain´t common, they are quite a weird mind.

·         So they might have touched Beel´s favorite dish. It was so beautiful and looking at Beel eating just means that the food was good, and they wanted just a little piece of that.

·         Beel took their hand, both of them looked at each other, face to face and a growled came from the 6th old, even if he wasn´t in his demon form, his fangs where huge, no doubt why he eats so fast, those fangs will tear apart any type of meat, veggies or bones.

·         Being growled back was new for Beel, he always growled at his brothers (except Belphie of course) and not even Lucifer bother himself to growl back, so Why would a little human do that? After a few minutes of processing the things out. He just gave a piece of the food to Mc.

·         He needed to think at night with the fridge about being growled back and why he liked it so much.  

Belphie. 

·         He growls while he is sleeping, which makes this so much fun for Mc, once a week they stay at the attic and waits until Belphie is asleep so they can start growling at each other.

·         The brothers are enjoying the communication their younger brother and the human have. It´s like to watch a tennis match, and it´s hilarious.

·         Mammon, Levi and Asmo will record the interaction and maybe use it like a black mail for the youngest. Once Belphie wakes up no soul actually talks about what happened while he was taking a nap, not even Beel, he thinks that it´s so cute to have his two favorite persons of all times communicating throw some growling’s.

·         When Belphie finds out he´s mad, how come he didn´t knew about it? That´s why he dreams about a cat once in a week? Mc… thank you, those are the most spectacular dreams he has in all the week.

·         JK, prepare to die human, or at least prepare to lost Belphie in the house while he takes a nap.

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You know I can’t resist.

Pairings : Sabriel (eventual-ish), Michael, Lucifer.

Word count : 1,268

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Chocolate/coconut/almonds

Warning : Pack style, Alpha!Sam, hunting down Lucifer, threats, fated mates

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Gabriel is smiling to himself as he steps out of the small shop with two fingers pushing the brownie fully into his mouth with a soft moan. It’s the best damn brownie he’s had in a long ass time.

“Seriously?” Gabriel glances over to see his older brother sitting on a patio table, foot resting on a chair with his forearm across his knee while he shakes his head. “I leave you alone for two damn minutes-”

“It smelled too good!” he defends himself, shoulders going up in a shrug. “You know I can’t resist.”

“We’re here on a job, Gabriel.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes. “It’s always work work work with you. All work and no play makes Michael a dull, dull boy.” he teases with a smirk.

“I’m going to tell dad you’re fucking around again, and-”

“Oh, come on, don’t be a little bitch, so I stopped for a brownie, what’s the big deal?” Michael gave his brother a bored look before his eyes shot down to Gabriel's bulging jacket pocket. “Oh, and a few cookies, sue me! It’s fucking good, Mikey. Okay? Eat one, maybe then you’ll get the stick out of your ass.”

“Just stay focused, Gabriel.” Michael snapped before pushing off the table. “Dad’s not fucking around. We need to find him.”

“We’ll find him. Okay? If he’s here, we’ll find him.” Before anything else can be said, he sees his brother's eyes cloud over and choses that opportunity to pull out a small wrapped sample of cake from his other pocket and stuff it in his mouth. “What?” Gabriel asks, mouth full and swallowing just as Michael blinks out of the link. “Someone find him?”

“No. A faint whiff of him, though.” Michaels looking around the town center. “Here and there, he’s doing his best to hide it. They can’t tell if it’s an old scent or just blocked somehow..”

“Alright, alright, I’ll get moving.” Gabriel dusts off his hands. “Where was the last scent?”

“Around the pack house. Not inside, though. Just… around..”

“I’ll check the woods, too.”

“Don’t be seen, Gabriel. Not by anyone more than you’ve risked already.” Michael snapped. “We don’t exactly have permission-”

“I know. I’ll be careful.”  Michael let out a huff as Gabriel started past him. When Gabriel's hand hit his chest, Michael's hand covered his brothers just before it pulled away and Michael looked down to find himself holding a cookie. “A little sweetness won’t kill you, big brother.” Gabriel winked and walked away.

With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, Michael tossed the cookie in the trash before heading in the opposite direction.

He was moving around the pack house, keeping to the shadows as he observed the comings and goings of various people. He hadn’t smelled what he was looking for since he walked away from his brother in the town center, but he knew he couldn’t stop looking. His brother, Lucifer, was a danger to everyone and needed to be found. They’d been searching for months now. He’d pop up somewhere and then vanish by the time they got to him. They couldn’t let that happen again, not when he left devastation in his wake. And Gabriel liked this little pack town. They had good food. He smiled to himself, taking a bite out of his last cookie as he walked towards the back and peeked around the corner.

The cookie fell from his hand, landing in the perfectly manicured grass as a smell hit his nose.

Stepping out further than he should have, Gabriel’s nose was lifted in the air as he scented. Chocolate, coconut and almonds. It was divine to him. So perfectly balanced there was no way it was coming from the kitchen. Scenting at the air again, he followed his nose out past the yard that boasted a large pool and patio, and headed for the tree line. It was coming from the woods.

He moved fast, but quiet. Stealth was what Gabriel did best, the only reason Michael was tolerating him on this mission at all. It’s what happens when you grow up the youngest of four boys. You learn to avoid being seen, lest your older, bigger, stronger and angrier brothers get a hold of you. Especially if you just pranked them. And Gabriel loved a good prank.

The scent was stronger now, filling his nose and making his mouth water. He was close. He was so focused on that one smell, he ignored everything else. It consumed him. If he’d have been able to focus, he’d have smelt someone else and not been surprised when he came upon the people standing in the tiny clearing.

That smell.. It was coming from the giant of a man standing before his brother. It was him. That mouth watering scent was coming from him. Gabriel stared at him, wondering who he was, what his name was. He had to know, had to find out everything about him. “Mate.” he whispered softly, eyes not coming off the stranger until his brother spoke.

“Do  you have an answer for me, Alpha Sam.” Gabriel saw the smirk on his brother's face, whatever he was here for, he was sure he’d get it.

‘Sam’ Gabriel repeated in his head. ‘Alpha Sam.’ He’d heard of an Alpha named Sam. Winchester?

“No.” The answer was a single firm word.

“I’ve given you enough time-”

“The answer. It’s no.”

Lucifer sneered, sharp teeth baring, but Sam didn’t move, didn’t seem phased in the least at the threat. “No?” Sam just gave him a tilted nod, and that only served to piss Lucifer off further. “You don’t get to tell me no.” he growled.

“I just did. I don’t know what you’re up to, Lucifer, but we will not fight your war. We will not be your puppets. The answer, is no.”

“You’ll regret this.” Lucifer's claws were out as he started forward with another growl. Moving quick, Gabriel rushed out from the trees and got between his brother and the much larger Alpha behind him. “Gabriel.” Lucifer smiled.

“Back away.”

“Or what?” Lucifer laughed, and when Gabriel’s claws came out, Lucifer’s laugh died, but his smile never faded. “Why do you care?”

“Back away, Luci. I love you, you’re my brother, but you’re a big bag of dicks and I won’t hesitate.”

“You’re hesitating now.” Lucifer grinned, stepping closer.

“I can fight my own battles.” Came a growl from behind Gabriel.

“I’m warning you, Luci. I’m not here alone.” He needed to mind link to Michael, tell him that he found him, but he couldn’t risk taking his eyes off his brother.

“I’m just here for Samuel.” Lucifer raised his hands, palms out and facing his younger brother. “I’ll leave everything else intact if Sam comes with me.”

“Never.” Gabriel growled threateningly, something that took Lucifer by surprise for a moment. Lucifer narrowed his eyes, tilting his head as he studied Gabriel. “I’ll never let you have him.”

“Why? Why do you suddenly care? The Winchesters are beneath us.”

“I care because he’s mine.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up as he took another step closer then stopped. He scented at the air for a moment, an action that earned a growl from his little brother. “Did our little trickster find his mate?” A smirk spread across Lucifer's lips. “You should have stayed hidden, little brother. Now I know both of your weaknesses. I won’t stop until I get what I want.”

“You can’t have him.”

“Then I’ll just have to take you.” his smile was sinister as he lunged forward.

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[normieexclusive]

How My MC wins the boys over:

Ah, um, this really went off from the original story line. This was also supposed to be a short simple thing but then I started thinking and two hours later Im left with a bunch of messy notes and thoughts

The first to fall victim is:

Mammon turns out to be easy, literally MC just shows him an ounce of kindness and he takes it and runs. 

Unconsciously MC gets much softer around him then the others (A combination of total trust in him and wanting to show how much love he deserves despite his brothers treating him harshly) 

 hes the one that gets the most kisses, the most hugs, and its great for them at first because they get to make fun of the dumb ass second born getting doted on but some silly little human and (while denying it constantly) loving it. 

But then the others start to actually like MC and Mammon can nearly feel the six pairs of eyes glaring him down as his Human showers him with all the affection before going about their day. 

(There’s one moment where, while Mammons sitting on the floor and MC is on the bed and he's making fun of one of his brothers that MC just grabs him by the back of his shirt collar- with only a finger- pulls him in between her legs (So his back is to her) and gives him a kiss on the top of his head as she coos "Mammon, be nice to your brothers" and he shuts down for the rest of the day) 

Second, but the bestest of friends!:

With Levi its by being a grade A nerd and overthinking.

 She reads all of TSL for their big quiz, and watches the movies with Beel and mammon, but on top of that the nerd goes back to the books and starts to annotate everything. 

She starts digging for any bit of subtext she can find and jotting down notes in the margins, in her notebook, on sticky notes. 

It becomes enough of an issue that she has to buy a new set because the first (Old and used) ones she got off of akuzon are ruined with her messy scrawling.

 During the quiz they are evenly matched (if only because shes given such easy questions. Shes pissed but at the same time oh gosh she is really not up to Levis level) and somewhere along the way she just... Goes off about this theory of hers and reading the subtext because she needs to get this out and it seems like Levis the only one that can really keep up with her 

(She tried to talk to Mammon and Beel but, honestly, they're as helpful as you'd think)

 She forgets about the whole quiz and yanks out her vandalized book in order to debate with Levi about a part. Levi is horrified at the state of her TSL book and nearly goes apeshit right there, but then she shows just how much of a nerd she truly is by showing him the much nicer version she brought along

("And its even signed! Can you believe that! I didn't order a signed one cause they were too expensive but somehow the boxes must have gotten switched up! Ah! Levi! You have a shrine in you're room for them right! You should have these copies, I think you'll take more care of them then I can!")

Whenever they have a conversation its gibberish to everyone around them but they get it and that’s what matters.

(They spend nights just in his room and no one knows what they're doing so they assume the worst. The others always send Levi dirty looks when it happens, and Levi always looks a little more refreshed after every one.

They're having anime/gaming/TSL marathons but Levi lives for the jealousy that rolls off his brothers so hes not telling them anytime soon)

Somewhere starting after her pact with Levi and after the Lucifer/Satan Body switch:

The whole fiasco with Levi actually leads to Satan warming up to her!

 He had initially brushed her off as a soon to be Lucifer Lapdog (and also kind of dumb) but now he's interested. 

Someone whos capable of dissecting a book like that has to at least have some ability to reason, he just cant figure out if that moment was a fluke or if shes actually smart. 

He refuses to start a conversation with her like a normal person and instead resorts to pranking her at every opportunity hoping to see if she’ll think her way out of it (He does leave some hints for when ones about to happen, but gets frustrated when she walks right past them)

 It backfires on him tremendously because, somehow, they never seem to work! it goes to the point where it becomes rube goldberg levels of pranks that are always almost-but-not-quite misses because she bent down at just the right time to pick up a shiny rock. 

Satan is at his wits end and ready to rip someone apart

 his pranks start to extend to the others, it’s only after mammon mentions such that it finally clicks in her...

That same day she willingly walks into a pie in the face and Satan nearly cries. 

After he starts to rile her up more often with words. He learns very quickly that she is a fantastic debate partner and, if he can find the right button to push, he’ll get her going for hours as they go back and forth

(And!! Even better!! Not only does she listen to everything he says and waits her turn! But Shes willing to change her opinion when she thinks he has a better point. When she loses She’ll come back hours later to drag more information out of him.

That’s usually not the case though, because Satan finds way too much enjoyment out of playing devils advocate and will simply choose whatever is opposition her POV. 

He tried to argue about how she couldn't possibly like a flavor of candy she was eating because he didn't like it and nearly gave her an aneurysm)

(To his complete embarrassment, though, he has gotten hard during one of their debates and nearly lost because she looked fucking amazing as she shouted at him)

A bond that starts right at their first meeting and grows throughout her entire time there:

Beel is scary at first, and Lucifer- for some forsaken reason- made it her job to make sure Beel doesn't clean out the fridge every single day.

Shes scared of the man that seemed more then willing to eat her, but shes more scared of whatever punishment Lucifer would deal if she didn't at least try.

 So she goes

 It only takes her one run in with Beel and his puppy dog eyes (Because how could she just stop him like that!! How awful of her!!) for her to figure out that

 A: this man is harmless and...

B:she knows what hunger pains feel like and the guilt wells up

Still she knows she can let him go so she spends her grimm allowance on buying ingredients to cook with and makes him huge meals as "offerings"

 It doesn't always stop him from eating half the fridge, but sometimes it seems like he's willing to actually savor what she makes. 

It gives her enough time to save the ingredients for dinner that night. (and If Beel sometimes wanders over to the kitchen while shes watching so shell make something for him, well there’s no harm done

The bastard pavlov dogged her and shes none the wiser) 

Slow and steady, the pieces fall into place naturally:

Asmo turns out to be another easy one, to her shock.

Even with MCs jealousy over how stunning Amso looks and how easy it is for him... they just seem to drift to each other

Starts with a comment on Asmos sharp eyeliner one day, and Asmo asking MC what shampoo she uses. 

Then the next day the same brand shampoo (And conditioner) will be left outside his door. And after MC will walk into the bathroom first thing in the morning only to wonder whom the fuck applied eyeliner to her in her sleep

It starts with days where they greet each other in the morning, to Stopping to chat for a few moments before heading on with their morning routine, to them walking down together, to Asmo fussing over her disheveled look after just waking up ‘-seriously Asmo not everyone can just roll out of bed like some Demons and look stunning’ - to ‘MC move over a scooch I need more room’ ‘Asmodeus this is my bed’ ‘Well how are we both supposed to fit when its so small!’, to weekly spa days and Gossiping about the others.

Its such an smooth transition that they both feel like it had always been as it was- two friends whispering secrets to each other late at night, pinky promises made over arbitrary things, laying so close that they can feel the others breathing. If maybe he leaned in a little closer they would--

--Oh... She fell asleep again. 

And he curls up next to her, blanket wrapped around both of them (That is, until Asmo hogs it later) and sleeps peacefully

A build up of trust, and a moment of venerability that finally knocks down his walls:

Swallows her pride for Lucifer

Its hard to explain in words for her, but she tells him of her family.

A family that is good but dosnt care, that used to leave her alone for hours on end when she was far too young. She says it with a smile too, admits that it helped her become as independent as she was, that she could cook for herself before she was 10.

She tells him of her younger brother. Someone she tried her best to love as much as she could only for him to, one day, just stop talking to her. Years trying to build back an abruptly cut connection only for him to snap one day and change his tune to something much worse. A family that watched as he screamed at her, berated her and never did anything. How she still stood tall, how she swallowed back every tear and tried to talk to him with a steady voice- only for him to become angrier.

How, when he did try to snap at other members, she was always there to stand between them. How she was the one to chase him off or take the yelling despite her family never doing the same for her. How she was the stable rock of the family where no one was for her.

Physical violence was only once, but it was enough for her to know things would never change.

She was like him in a way, same but different.

and She cant bear to see the same thing happen to him.

She wants to help, she knows shes just a little, useless human but please she needs to help. She cant bare leaving another broken family behind without helping. Her life had been stagnate before them, unbearably lonely, and she just wants them to be happy, even if that means without her

 even if it means she has to shove her nose where it doesn't belong

So... please... Please... Talk to Belphie. Please. He said he just wants to tal--

(She had earned Lucifer's respect not too long ago, and - to everyone's shock- the revel of what she came upon does not bring upon Lucifer's fury. Instead, he feels a deep understanding that he’ll never say aloud

Shes still going to get lectured, though. But he is too.) 

It takes time:

Spends what probably amounted to most of her time in Devildom with that little fu--

(No, No. Belphie needs help, she needs to reel it in for now.)

She gets what it means to be lonely. Despite her distrust of the man who caged up in a place where the bad people are, you know, supposed to be caged up and tutored feels like she needs to do something- if only to make sure he doesn't lose his mind from the isolation.  

(Rethinks a lot of her life and how she spent just hiding away from everything. How she would lock her door and never come out unless the sounds of another fight reached her. Thought about how it probably messed her up more then shes willing to admit and refuses to let the same thing happen to him

Oh sweet summer child)

Less trusting of him when its reviled that hes the seventh born, but more willing to help. If only for Beels sake

Brings stuff up to his room, a toy, a fluffy blanket, food that she snagged last minute. He complains hes cold one day and she yanks off her own sweater for him

(It all gets flushed down the toilet when she leaves, he scrubs his skin raw thinking about how his room smells disgustingly like that fucking human now) 

And then, one day, it just... changes: 

A human stands between him and the fucker that locked him up in there, his brothers that never knew he was there. All of them watching him with such pity in their eyes and he didnt want it- he didnt want their p-

The door was unlocked.

He was free.

Just like that.

it made no sense. He learns that they-- She-- spent hours dancing around Diavolo, deals were made. A room where it was just her and The Prince of Hell, promises not even Lucifer knew (And some part of Belphie relished in the fact that it was eating away at the fucker) 

("All those hours shouting at each other paid off” She looks to Satan with a smile. A joke he was not privy to. Lucifer huffed but said nothing. 

How much had changed since he was locked up?) 

A slow, downward spiral 

They're never alone, someone is always with her or with him (Beel sticks to his side like glue. after so long he finally gets to sleep next to his brother again) 

He finds food in the fridge with the words “For Beel <3″ in this awful chicken scratch handwriting. Mammon’s screaming interrupts his naps one day and he wakes up to see her smothering the second born in kisses. Her shouting wakes him up as her and Satan pass, her voice becoming high pitched as they argue about... the number of toes humans are supposed to have???? (she sits down next to him and rips off her shoes in a fit of rage, demanding that Belphie count with her because what the fuck-

Satan sneers at her feet and tells the only actual toes are her two big ones, the rest are just digits.)

There’s traces of her everywhere. Layers of clothing haphazardly thrown about after a day at RAD and then neatly placed away. A mention of her name at the dinner table before shes there. Not even his and beels room is safe from her- he can smell her scent on Beels pillow. Faint, but a awful reminder of the human down the hall. 

He hates it, he wants to throw it all away. He wants to erase her memory from his home, he wants to ripe her apa--

A blanket is draped over him one day, and he cant bring himself to open his eyes to see who did it...

She talks to him, Or more like at him. The longer he stays freed the harder is it to hide his distaste towards Humanity and- especially- to her. He thinks shes dense, because he knows his brothers sense there’s something wrong (Levis tail wraps around her when hes too close, Lucifer stands between them, Amso pulls her by the waist. Close to him, further from belphie) But she doesn't. She pushes closer. She asks him questions.

She never touches him, one small blessing in Hell. 

Beel believes him when he bashfully admits one night that he may start to enjoy his time spent with human. And for a moment he feels guilty about the lie but its all for a greater goal

When its just the three of them, Beel leaves for a moment too long. To get snacks, to grab something from another room, it doesn't matter. This was the moment he waited for. 

She smiles at him, all kind and gentle (And the words that leave her lips are unheard through the blood rushing through his ears) and leans forward

He puts his hands around her neck

She goes limp.

He-

He needed to-

He couldn’t squeeze.

Beel comes back with the biggest grin on his face, arms full of snacks (”Here MC I got your favorite”) He sits on the opposite side of Belphie, leaning into him with enough weight that his own shoulder presses against MCs, mushing her against the wall. 

Despite her smile he can feel her shaking.

[lilithsgayadoptednephew]

Holy Hands

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Chapter 20

Lucifer was on Earth, all of them were, they had to be. Michael had searched the entire Devildom for every last imp and he still hadn't found them. Unless they had decided to live on the moon they had to be on Earth. The only issue with that was he was strictly forbidden to interfere with human affairs directly. Since the brothers had to be human to be on Earth, they counted as "human affairs".

This did not, however, stop him from paying a visit to the quaint planet. Just to spy on the poor fugitives.

He was lucky to have spotted two of the seven brothers among the indistinguishable sea of humans. Lucifer's closest brother in power Mammon, and his weird anger spawn Satan. They walked the streets of the insignificant town with the human Lucifer was so fond of but Michael had already forgotten the name of.

Watching them from a safe distance, angel form carefully hidden, Michael couldn't help but wonder why this human? Why in the trillions of humans throughout history had this one caught the eye of Lucifer? What was so special about them?

0It hadn't taken long for Satan to catch the worst case of cabin fever. He practically begged MC to recommend someplace nearby where he could read or think or go. Just somewhere that wasn't in ridiculously close quarters with his brothers. MC in turn offered to show him around the town, excitement evident in their offer at the prospect of introducing their friend to their home. As long as he didn't try to throw hands with a six year old or something.

Mammon demanded to go as well. He needed to get out and talk to people if he wanted to scam them out of their savings. That's the excuse he used anyways, the added bonus for him being he could shaparone and make sure Satan didn't try any funny business with MC.

So that's how the trio became the most obnoxious window shoppers the world had ever seen.

Mammon was caught several times trying to swindle the local elderly population by selling them 'de-aging potion'.

"Look, it'll make you young again. See me? Betcha can't tell I'm a couple million years old right? I don't look a day over 20 and neither will you!"

It was water in a mason jar.

Satan was... picking fights. Well more like he took every small remark or slight as a direct insult. No Satan the small child who just said you're mean and your name is evil was not deliberately throwing your honor into question. Chill out.

"Satan what's the one rule I made for this trip?"

"...no throwing hands with a six year old–"

" No Throwing Hands With A Six Year Old, I can't believe I have to write this down for you."

Satan didn't know why he was so touchy, maybe he was a bit high strung because of That Feeling. All day he'd felt on edge, as if something was very wrong.

As if they were being followed.

Michael watched the brothers happily go about their traitorous business in mild interest.

Despite the various ills, the day went well. MC did some shopping to replace what Beel had eaten. Mammon managed to make a few pity-dollars. And Satan seduced the librarian into giving him a library card even though he didn't have any form of identification. They were in high spirits as they made their way home.

##TW violence/catcalling##

"Woah! Heeeey bitch you want somma this?!"

The shout went unheard by MC out of habit, but it stopped the boys in their tracks.

The watchful angel hummed to himself. This was a strange behavior he hadn't witnessed in humans yet.

"Look over here baaaaby!" The boy was maybe college age, and he called to MC from the other side of the street. A large group of friends snickered and goaded him on.

"Are you sure you want to die today?" Satan asked as if enquiring about the weather. MC seemed to catch wind of a danger the brothers didn't.

"Satan come on, they're not worth the energy." They placated. Satan started to back down.

"Oooh tough guy huh?" The catcaller continued to taunt. "Whatcha gonna do pretty boy?"

"You have 3 seconds left to live." Satan stated too calmly as he started advancing across the street, Mammon flanking him immediately.

Michael quirked an eyebrow at the brothers actions, both so quick to defend a humans honor. Meanwhile the human just continued to dissuade them.

The mindless oaf who'd taunted the former demon brothers into the fight reeked with sin. Michael picked out lust and greed as the strongest. All of it stemming from pride of course.

Interesting, he settled down to watch.

MC waited silently for the other shoe to drop. The boys were picking a fight without realizing they weren't demons anymore. Without realizing they were very outnumbered.

MC wanted to summon Lilith's bow, but they didn't know if it could be used on humans without killing them. An angelic weapon probably wasn't made to be merciful to something as weak as a human.

Satan felt the familiar feeling of blood pounding in his ears. His skin was on fire as the coil of anger in his chest wound tighter.

"Oh you wanna throw down? Right now tough guy come on!" The punk yelled, his friends preparing to back him up. The coil wound a little tighter and Satan couldn't wait for the snap.

He reached his target, and was immediately on the ground. He didn't register how he'd gotten there until he felt the throbbing pain on the back of his head. He got back to his feet and saw red. Swinging hard at the nearest enemy he went down fast again. This time he couldn't stand back up.

Every time he managed to get to his knees he was knocked down by someone else. There were so many he couldn't possibly compensate. Instead of snapping, the coil in his chest just kept winding tighter and tighter the angrier he got.

He had no magic or strength to call upon to demolish the assailants. all he had were his own two hands and they weren't enough to stop the coiling. They weren't enough to express the wound up ball of pure fury within him.

Something had to give. And Satan realized with a start that he couldn't force them to bow. He'd completely lost track of Mammon and he laid on the ground being kicked now. The coiling still there with nothing to break it.

##end of TW##

MC watched the boys immediately fail and decided, to hell with mercy. Summoning the weapon from their ear they prayed for something non-lethal.

A wicked golden taser appeared in their hand.

Rushing the huddle of punks MC reached the closest one and jammed the taser into his back. He convulsed violently for several seconds before falling to the sidewalk. The others backed off and stared at MC.

"What the fuck!!?"

"You got a tazer?!"

"They got weapons now..."

They dispersed after similar calls and MC helped the boys to their feet.

0Michael stared in disbelief as the human manipulated the Celestial weapon. Where had they gotten one? And how had they gained it's loyalty enough for it to shift on command? There were archangel elites who hadn't mastered their weapons with such precision.

On top of that they had intimidated those insects into submission with hardly a show of force. The angel narrowed his eyes at the somber expression the human wore as they helped Lucifer's brothers up. Their hair curled slightly on their brow, their eyelids shaded their eyes with a quiet respect as they helped Mammon to his feet. Saying nothing as to not aggravate his injured pride.

Lucifer picked a very interesting human indeed.

Suddenly their eyes met his, a gaze so sudden his stomach flipped up into his throat. Had they seen him? Ducking behind a building he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. His heart was pounding in his chest. He wasn't afraid, he was excited.

0That's funny, MC could've sworn there was something on the other end of the street. But it glided away as soon as they'd looked.

Creepy.

0Luckily they weren't too injured to get home. When they walked in the door they were greeted with the sight of Asmo doing Levi's nails and decided not to question it. MC called Acacia from the backyard and had her help clean up the two idiots. She wasn't very pleased but got the first aid kit to help Mammon.

Mammon cringed hard as Acacia rapped his sprained wrist. He couldn't believe they'd sucked so hard in that fight, being human was the worst.

"Too tight?" Acacia's question pulled him out of his self-deprecation for the moment.

"Nah I'm fine, stupid human bones snap so easily." He grumbled. He felt his face heat up at the smirk and eye roll Acacia threw his way. He still felt pretty crumby for losing to a bunch of humans, but it was hard to dwell on it when there was a pretty girl tenderly bandaging his wounds.

Satan was beet red as MC held the ice pack to the swollen lump on his head. He was still angry and there was nowhere to put it. As one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, it was easy to blow off steam. No one dared to cross him and he could easily flatten those who did. As a human he didn't have those options, the playing field was level.

He was powerless to release his frustration and that just made him even more angry. It was an unbreakable cycle.

"We gotta go back and kick their asses." He said bitterly to the ground. MC laughed out loud one barked laugh and shook their head.

"I think your failure here is enough friend."

"I'm serious, I can't just let this stand. I'll bring the others and I'll bring weapons, I'll make them pay. " He growled.

"Satan let it go, we lost." It wasn't MC who answered, but Mammon.

"Give up? Mammon I can't just–" Satan clutched at the air with his hands as he wrestled with his words. He knew he was talking nonsense, but he couldn't just accept he'd never get his vengeance.

"Hey" Mammon crossed the room and spoke at Satan's level. "I get you're mad but you can't win em' all."

"You don't get it! I'm not just mad I'm going to commit a war crime"

"Satan I do get it"

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" The younger brother jumped to his feet, his anger forcing his voice to a scream. Anything to alleviate the coiling just a little.

"Look at me man." Mammon grabbed his brother by the shoulders and stared him down. Satan heaved panted breaths as he tried to compose himself. "How often do I screw up?"

"What does that have to do–"

"Just answer me dickweed. How often do I screw up?" He repeated firmly.

"...more than a standard drill bit" Satan smirked.

"Yeah whatever," Mammon rolled his eyes. "And how often do I get shit about it from you guys?"

"Every day since I met you?"

"Exactly!" He shook Satan's shoulders. "I do get it. You feel like you're a rubber band! And every failure and humiliation pulls you tighter and tighter but you never get to snap. Cause there's nowhere for it to go."

Satan blinked in surprise.

"You can't 'cause every time you try to release it you fail and that just makes you more embarrassed which makes you angrier which makes the rubber band. Stretch. Tighter." He punctuated his last words by violently shaking Satan.

"Knock it off!" Satan slapped Mammon's hands away. He had a really good point though. He wasn't exact on everything but a lot of what he said was like he'd climbed into Satan's head and stole his inner monologue.

"We're human now, you gotta get another outlet for this…" Mammon waved his hands in a vague motion. "This energy. Cause you can't expect to win every time anymore. We lost that luxury."

The room went quiet after that.

[blaeptein]

HEADCANON //                             before  everything ,  before  the  world     &     before  god ,  there  is  only  one  thing  :  darkness .    she  is  a  void ,  she  is  nothing .  the  absence  is  her  existence ,  which  has  never  made  any  sense  to  mortal  minds     &     explains  most  of  her  erasure  from  the  scriptures .    but  it  doesn’t  last  :  the  universe  is  all  about  balance .     so  god  is  created ,  taking  space  where  amara  used  to  reign .     he  is  life ,  perfection ,  light  light  light .   she  is  frustrated ,  forced  to  disappear  by  something  she  cannot  be ,  so  of  course  she  tries  to  destroy  what  he  is .   to  protect  himself ,  god  creates  the  archangels .    while  darkness  is  unleashed  upon  the  nascent  universe ,   amara  has  to  face  the  truth  :  one  cannot  exist  without  the  other ,     &     so  she  accepts  a  truce .    she  even  begins  to  appreciate  god ,  because  he  is  young     &     prone  to  mistakes ,  which  means  she  can  help  him  learn .  for  the  first  time  in  an  extremely  long  existence ,  amara  has  a  true  purpose  that  isn’t  to  destroy .  

instead  of  accepting  this  peace ,  god  does  not  stop  from  creating  angels .  power  gets  to  his  head ,  or  maybe  he  just  desired  more  company .  but  this  is  a  terrible  decision  :  more  angels  mean  more  grace  mean  more  light  !!  the  balance ,  once  again ,  is  overthrown .  but  instead  of   listening  to  amara’s  warnings ,  god  decides  that  it  is  time  to  get  rid  of  her ,  otherwise  she’ll  always  prevent  him  of  creating  new  species  or  creatures  in  his  image .  as  said  before ,  god  is  young ,  and   believes  he  knows  better .  

the  archangels  are  sent  to  deal  with  amara ,   who  is  weakened  by  the  imbalance .  amara  meets  michael ,  but  he  is  not  the  one  who  manages  to  put  her  in  a  cage  :   it  is  lucifer ,  who  found  a  way  to  keep  the  balance  intact  while  making  sure  she  isn’t  capable  of  hurting  god .  the  brightest  angel  carves  into  his  own  grace  the  mark  of  cain     &      imprisons  her  in  it ,  creating  the  most  dangerous  curse .   the  plan  was  to  transfer  her  to  the  blade ,  and  then  to  lock  the  blade  in  a  cage  no  one  would  ever  access .  but  while  connected  to  lucifer ,   amara  accesses  his  mind ,  his  desires ,  his  ambition .   instead  of  putting  her  into  the  blade ,  lucifer  keeps  her  for  himself ,  while  she  whispers  sweet  promises  into  his  ear .  

this  is  how  lucifer  downfall  begins  :  with  a  mark ,  darkness  spreading  through  his  grace .   he  falls .   even  after  the  mark  is  given  to  cain  as  a  punishment ,  she  can  still  be  heard ,  corrupting  lucifer  until  nothing  is  holy  about  him  anymore .   while  she  is  proud  of  her  handiwork ,  it  is  not  enough .  so  with  cain ,  she  begins  to  utterly  destroy  god’s  creations  :  men  &  angels  die  under  the  blade .  amara’s  bloodlust  is  bottomless  &  cain’s  control  over  himself  is  inexistent .   she  whispers  &  he  executes .  that  is ,  until  he  falls  in  love .  the  hold  she  has  on  his  mind  loosens  so  much  she  fears  she  is  going  to  disappear ,  and  she  quickly  realizes  that  her  bond  with  lucifer  was  far  more  powerful  than  the  one  she  shares  with  cain .  so  she  decides  that  for  now ,  she  will  not  fight  cain’s  resistance .  she  lets  him  lay  low .  she  sometimes  awakes  to  remind  him  that  she  is  here ,  that  she  has  not  forgotten  what  god  put  him  through .  amara’s  story  is  one  of  vengeance .

when  she  meets  dean ,  amara  awakes .  she  becomes   unbearable .  she  offers  cain  an  out  :  she  is  the  one  who  whispers  to  him  the  way  to  get  rid  of  the  mark .  dean  winchester ,  the  perfect  vessel     &     the  righteous  man .  he’s  not  only  god’s  creation  at  its  finest ,   but  he  is  also  her  one  true  bond  :  he  is  the  light  to  her  darkness .  not  only  does  she  want  to  corrupt  him ,  but  she  also  knows  that  he  will  be  able  to  bring  her  back .  besides ,  he  is  god’s  creation ,  but  he  is  also  hers  :  he  possesses  all  the  traits  she  gave  humanity  right  before  being  locked  away ,  hoping  that  it  would  destroy  them .  

she  chooses  dean .  this  is  why ,  when  cain  meets  dean ,  he  talks  about  only  the  “  worthy “  being  able  to  take  the  mark .  when  others  have  come ,  amara  was  indifferent .  they  were  no  better  than  cain .  but  dean  is  perfect ,  dean  is  what  she  wants .  she  knows  it  is  his  destiny  to  be  united  to  her .  because  of  the  balance  of  the  universe .  

the  bond  with  dean  is  the  strongest  she  has  ever  had ,  with  lucifer  a  close - second .  if  him  having  the  blade  makes  it  stronger ,  she  can  still  appear  when  he  doesn’t  have  it  in  his  vicinity .   she  comes  to  learn  everything  about  him  :  his  fears ,  his  desires ,  his  memories ,  the  people  he  loves  and  the  ones  he  hates .  every  death  strenghtens  their  bond ,  because  every  murder  creates  darkness  in  dean’s  soul ,  therefore  creating  a  symbiosis  between  her  &  his  essence .  once  you  touch  darkness ,  it  never  goes  away ,   because  once  he  has  killed  in  her  name ,  they  are  linked ,  it  is  impossible  to  tell  where  she  ends  &  where  he  begins .  

this  is  why  dean  calls  her  a  disease  :  she  spreads .  she  gains  power .  she  feeds  on  every  regret ,  every  act ,  every  breath .   he   gets  angrier ,  more  violent .  she  makes  him  powerful ,  she  makes  him  ruthless .  dean  &  her  share  the  very  same  anger ,  but  hers  is  purer ,  more  ancient .  she  nurtured  it  since  the  beginning  of  time .  a  younger  brother  that  you  have  to  take  care  of ,  one  that  never  meets  the  consequences  of  his  bad  actions ,  the  feeling  of  never  being  enough  for  him ,  the  unfairness  of  it  all .

freeing  her  is  both  an  unconscious  choice  that  stems  from  amara’s  demands  &  an  act  of  rebellion  from  dean .  it  doesn’t  work  as  planned ,  since  even  with  all  of  her  powers  restaured ,  they  are  still  linked .  that  does  not  bother  her ,  since  her  objective  has  changed  :  while  she  only  wanted  to  corrupt  him  at  first ,  she  has  by  now  realized  all  the  things  they  would  be  able  to  accomplish  together .  

while  she  grows  more  &  more  powerful ,  she  has  no  plan  to  destroy  the  earth .  destroying  the  earth  would  not  only  destroy  the  new - found  balance ,  but  it  would  mean  destroy  every  human  amara  has  crossed  path  with ,  including  dean ,  which  is  not  something  she  desires .  she  is  neither  stupid  nor  particularly  impulsive  :  she  thinks  before  acting ,  and  after  having  spent  so  much  time  trapped ,  there  are  ideas  that  she  want  to  act  on .  even  absent ,  she  was  still  present .  because  darkness ,  as  seen  with  cain  &  lucifer  &  dean ,  is  inherent  to  life .  you  cannot  have  light  without  darkness .  she  was  there ,   on  earth ,  all  along .  her  causing  trouble  is  not  about  destroying  the  world ,  it’s  not  about  making  it  in  her  own  image .  amara  only  wants  to  take  back  what  was  hers .  which  is  to  say ,  she  demands  revenge .  everything  done  during  her  time  in  the  show  is  done  that  god  would  come  down  &  meet  with  her .  she  wants  him  trapped .  she  wants  to  take  back  the  control  of  the  narrative .   

as  for  the  kiss  with  dean ,  she  is  not  doing  that  for  any  sexual  purpose ,  but  she  is  absolutely  breathing  a  bit  of  his  soul ,  so  that  the  symbiosis  continues  even  now  that  they  have  separate  bodies .  the  bond  was  weakened  by  the  transfer ,  and  the  kiss  was  a  gentle  way  to  restore  the  balance .  

she  accepts  another  truce  with  the  sole  purpose  of  corrupting  god  himself ,  because  killing  him  was  easier  than  she  had  expected ,  considering  he  didn’t  really  put  up  much  of  a  fight .  this  is  what  leads  to  season  15  :  amara  whispered  sweet  things  into  his  ears  &  he  listened .  

[dragonshoard]

Dimension Hop 4/?

Lil is more prone to handling things with violence than most of their family (minus their father, of course), and that doesn’t change much over the years, even growing angrier and more resentful as the years pass. 

If they had been in their own world, they would have grown up surrounded by other helbornes, people closer to their age, and they desperately want friends and people that they can talk to. 

Charlie tries when she isn’t busy. That is... kind of a theme in this AU. Charlie is going to be busy a lot and trusts Lil a bit too much. 

I  mentioned before that Lil ends up hanging out with some bad influences. Basically, they fall into a crowd that’s hellbent on climbing up the hierarchical ladder through a few friends that are a bit too power hungry for their own good. 

They have no clue that Lil is a helborne (or demonborne) or that they’re 15. A few members of the group have some suspicions that they aren’t who they claim to be, but Lil is a strong fighter so they push aside their concerns (while keeping a close eye on them).

It’s actually kind of funny. Lil, when fighting, appears strong, confident, and truly terrifying. In normal situations, on the other hand, Lil is a bundle of anxiety half of the time and is bad at relating to the younger demons that are a part of the group (as their only influences either died before the 50s or has taken on those aesthetics). 

I imagine it’s a bit like a two-children-in-a-trench-coat situation. Lil tries to act like an adult but it’s obvious to anyone with two eyes that they are mentally younger than they look. That, and their willingness (trying too hard) to fit in drives them to do some stupid things in the name of keeping their “friends”. 

(Doesn’t stop assholes from trying though - results in a lot of pain for the idiots because Lil doesn’t put up with that)

Lil channels their father into their fighting style most of the time (poise, attitude) but, ultimately, when getting down to it, is very much Charlie (who is the one who taught them how to fight). 

Ironically, that’s what tips off Lucifer that something is wrong; not any of their Father’s features, but all of the ways they are just so much like Charlie down to the way they cower in the face of disappointing the people they care about. 

He can’t exactly shake off watching Lil pull off moves that he had taught Charlie and only Charlie. 

Btw, Ada knows and thinks it’s really cool

[deanswinchcster]

She had a sister.

// Part 2:

While investigating an unusual murder the boys find out Charlie has a younger sister which just so happens to be the reader.

Paring: Eventual Jack x Reader.

Warning: Swearing.

Credit: to the creators of the gifs I've used. You guys are amazing.

To catch up: Part one.

How was this possible? These men didn't only take you in, they knew Celeste. They knew your sister. Slowly you began to put the pieces together. If they knew Celeste and heard your story explaining your lack of parental figure as well as your last name, they must have gathered that the two of you were related. However rather than being excited due to being a step closer to the one surviving member of your family, you were pissed. Beyond pissed.

You must have been staring at the picture for a while because Jack's hand gently touched your shoulders causing you to jump, letting go of the picture frame and causing glass to shatter everywhere. Instead of worrying about injuring yourself, you gently picked up the photo and tuned in Jack's direction, fire in your eyes once he came into view.

“How do you people know this girl?” You spat through gritted teeth.

Jack realised you were being serious about the picture and looked down at your hands, noticing a small cut had appeared from where the glass had caught your skin. His attention soon moved to the photo of the girl but no names were coming to mind.

He didn't know this girl. Her red curls however did remind him of you, just as vibrate and beautiful. “Y/n, I'm sorry, I don't know her.” He answered honestly, noticing you becoming angrier by the second as he looked from your hands to your face. You clearly hadn't even noticed the blood now. Fearing for your well being, Jack looked around the room before coming up with the simple solution. “We should just ask Dean, he's the one in the picture after all.”

Reluctantly you nodded your head, if Jack said he didn't know her then you really had no choice but to believe him. There wasn't a flicker of recognition across his face.

The pair of you walked back into the other room, your eyes locking in on Dean and without thinking of your next move, you stormed over to him, slamming the photograph on the desk and looking at him with fire in your eyes. “How do you know Celeste?”

The older Winchester looked up at you in shock. He hadn't expected you to figure it out so quick... or at all really. Not because you weren't smart but because he and Sam simply planned on killing the demon responsible for your friends death and sending you back to your apartment without revealing much of themselves in the process.

Clearly that wasn't going to work. Both he and his younger brother had forgotten all about the few photos Charlie had insisted on taking with the boys that they had later framed and hung up. Still, he didn't blame himself or Sammy. He phoned Castiel before you arrived and told him you who you were and that you were coming to stay with them for a few days. He should have been the one to hide the pictures.

With this thought in mind, Dean narrowed his forest green orbs in the angels direction before turning back to you when you slammed you had on the desk once again.

‘Play dumb, Dean. You've done it plenty of times before.’  He thought to himself.

“I don't know what you're talking about...” he started, looking like an innocent puppy dog. “the girl in that photo is named Charlie.”

This caused you to scoff and roll your eyes at him much to his annoyance.

“Bullshit!” You cursed. Did he really think you and Celeste hadn't talked about life when you saw each other? You knew about her secret identities. Hell, you remembered ten years ago when she went by the name Caroline until she became bored of it and decided she wanted something different. “Charlie Bradbury, I know she used that name! And I know you know her real name was Celeste, don't play dumb with me.” By now you were seething. They knew who your sister was and he wasn't telling you.

Why? What could have possibly happened?

“Y/n, maybe you should calm down.” You heard the younger Winchester say which caused you to snap your head in his direction and him sigh.

“I'll calm down when you tell me why you have a photo of my sister.”

Dean glanced at his younger brother and shook his head. You had already lost both parents and your best friend. You didn't have any other family but Charlie and if you knew what had happened, he was worried that would break you. Sure, you were putting on a tough act since Nina had been murdered but no one could stay strong forever.

Besides, if you found out the truth, you would hate both the Winchester's. You wouldn't trust them to keep you safe. Not only that, but you would also know about the supernatural side of the world and they didn't want to expose yet another person to that side of things.

You realised everyone's eye were on you now, but still no one talked and you knew they weren't about to start any time soon. Scoffing, you turned on your heel and walked away from the men in the room, giving Jack a soft smile to assure him you weren't angry at him while ignoring Sam's question about where you were going.

Why would he care? You weren't their responsibility and if they weren't going to be honest with you, then you didn't want to be anywhere near them. You would do the easy thing and leave. Go back to that shitty, rundown hotel and wait there until you receive a call from the police informing you that it was safe for you to go back to your apartment.

This was ridiculous. You refused to stay with people you couldn't trust. Luckily for you, you hadn't unpacked yet so you headed straight down the hall way to the room you had been given, took hold of your duffel bag and slung it over your shoulder.

You only managed to make it a few steps closer to the front door before bumping into the oldest Winchester who was now holding the photo of your sister, some blood had stained the edges where you had cut your hand but other than that it was in perfect condition, not that you cared any more. “Get out of my way Dean.” Trying to side step him was no hope, he would just purposely block you again.

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Away from you.” You snapped, trying your hardest to leave and go back to that shitty hotel.

“You aren't seriously thinking of leaving after your friend has been murdered in your apartment!” He seemed unimpressed but you didn't understand why he was acting like it was a big deal to him. After all, you were no one to him. He didn't come in search for you to keep you safe, he came in search for you to ask you questions. You figured that the only reason you were in the bunker was due to the fact that your last name rang a bell. “It's not safe out there.”

It took everything in you not to laugh out loud. “Don't do that.” You witnessed the confusion set on his face. Shaking your head, you looked up at him, since he was taller than you were. No surprise there. “Don't act like you care about my well being, I'm only here because your recognised me as Charlie's kid sister, this isn't about wanting me to stay safe.”

“I want to keep you safe... me and Sammy, that's our whole deal, we protect people.”

“Yeah well, I can protect myself.”

This time you successfully managed to push past him with minimal effort and came closer to the door just has his hand reached out to grab your elbow, turning you to face him. He realised there was only one thing he could do to make you stay. Tell the truth. “I thought you wanted to know how I knew Charlie.” He asked with an arched brown, knowing he had peaked your interest.

After a few minutes of talking, you agreed to hear him out so he lead you down the abandoned halls of the bunker back to the library where Sam, Castiel and Jack still sat, only looking up when your heels clicked gently against the floor. The younger of the bunch perked up once you entered, patting the empty spot next to him signalling for you to sit. Without thinking twice, you moved across the room and sat besides him, waiting for Dean to speak up about your sister.

It didn't take long until Dean spoke. The entire conversation couldn't have lasted more than an hour yet you felt like you had just been given twelve years worth of information. So far you'd learnt that Castiel was an angel, Jack was a nephilim, meaning he was part human, part angel. Or in his case archangel. Not only that but his father was Lucifer himself. You had also learnt that both Sam and Dean had died a couple of times and stopped the apocalypse from happening. Angel's had fallen from heaven, demon's can freely walk on Earth and have done for years now. All the things that were meant to be fairy tales were all true.

You should have thought they were crazy but you didn't. You actually believed them. But only because Castiel proved him angelic abilities by healing the cut on your head.

Then things changed, and not only were you informed on how they met Celeste, you were shocked to find out that they actually saw her more than you. After a while, she stopped coming and visiting you but now you figured out it was because she was helping Dorothy in the land of Oz.

“Okay, so you know her... where is she now?”

No one spoke and you found that strange. Why were they still hiding things from you?

After a few minutes, Sam cleared his throat and began to speak. “Remember Dean said we die a lot? Well one of the times Dean died, he had the mark of Cain.” As in the bible mark of Cain? At this point, it was the least bizarre part of the story and you were willingly to believe anything. “... Well the mark didn't let him die and he became a demon.”

He continued with his story, telling you about him running off with the king of hell, about how he became human again but still had violent tenancies. As the story continued and he spoke about the danger that came from trying to find a spell to remove the mark, you knew nothing good was going to come from this. Then he confirmed it by telling you Celeste had been murdered.

Of course. What else? You should have known. You were destined to be alone in life.

Four sets of eyes looked at you in concern but you hid your sadness. What use would it be to you? There was no need to be a sobbing mess at times like this, it definitely wouldn't help the boys. They should be focusing on the demon that killed Nina. Yes, they had filled you in on the details to convince you to stay with them.

Sam held himself responsible for what had happened but you assured him the Celeste was stubborn. She helped the Winchester's out because they had become important to her, she didn't feel as alone with them and she sacrificed her life because she knew they were supposed to continue with their lives and do better things. This didn't dull the pain, for you or Sam but unlike him, you wouldn't let it show.

Stay strong y/n, it's the best for everyone.

Reluctantly, you smiled at them and nodded your head. “I understand.” The younger Winchester tried to reach out to you as some form of comfort but before he could, you jumped up from your spot next to Jack and looked around the room. “Well, I'm off to bed. It been a long couple of days. You guys should focus on the demon and I'll stop distracting you. Goodnight.”

A series of mumbled, confused voices wished you a goodnight but you could barley hear them with your back turned as you walked down the hall way.

Your mind was made up. You wouldn't mourn for you sister. What was the use? She didn't even bother to visit you in the past few years of her life. Sam and Dean were her family and you had been forgotten. You had no reason to cry. You felt you had no right.

With a sigh, you opened the door to your bedroom and quickly shut it behind you before stripping of your usual clothing and changing into some loose fitting, silk pyjamas that felt like heaven against your skin. Exhaustion was taking a toll on you now so sleep would be gladly welcome. Before you could let yourself become submerged into a much welcome state of unconsciousness, you would have to wash off your make up and brush your teeth first. So that's what you did.

You crossed the hallway and quickly wiped off your make up, hoping Sam and Dean wouldn't be too pissed that you stained the fully white towel with black mascara. Once that was over and your teeth were sufficiently clean, you headed back to your room. Opening the door only to jump as you noticed you weren't alone.

“Holy shit!” You cursed, holding your hand over your heart as you waited for it to calm down to a normal pace. Once it had, you turned back to the nephilim with a curious look in your eyes. “Why are you in my room Jack?”

“I came to check on you before you went to sleep.” Of course he did. Apparently he could sense that you were hiding your emotions but you'd be damned if you told him how you truly felt. “Are you sure that you are okay?”

If you were honest with yourself, you did have a soft spot when it came to Jack. Even after learning that he was literally the spawn of Satan, you could still sense the innocence that radiated off of him. With a small smile, you sat on the edge of your bed and looked over at him. “Why wouldn't I be?”

He looked over at you like he was questioning what to say to you. He didn't want to upset you. “Well, you've just found out your sisters dead after finding your best friends body... you must be having a tough time and I know it doesn't seem fair...”

Without letting him finish his sentence, you cut him off. “You're right, it's doesn't. But that's the world we live in.” 

It wasn't fair at all. You were alone at the age of 19 but this is how things had to be. Maybe you were supposed to be like this your entire life and honestly, you weren't going to complain. Losing people sucked, it hurt so much and you weren't sure how much more you could handle.

“Jack...” He looked over to you with bright eyes. “I know Sam said that your a nephilim and that your dad is Lucifer but who's your mother and where is she?”

Having no idea about his situation, he made you curious. He looked uncomfortable with the topic to the point that you almost regretted asking him but then he smiled as he seemed to think about the women that gave him life. “Her name was Kelly Kline.”

Was? Jesus Christ y/n, you're such an idiot. Since he hadn't realised you had figured it out, Jack continued to speak.

“My mother, she's in heaven.” You sighed, resting your hand over his since he had joined you on the bed not too long ago.

“I'm so sorry Jack, if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you.” He smiled and bowed his head in appreciation.

“Thank you y/n.” Nodding your head, you shuffled up the bed as Jack stood up. “If you're sure you are alright, I'll go now.” Once again you nodded, shifting under the unused bed covers while watching him walk towards the door. “Goodnight.”

Happily, you exchanged the same goodnight and let your head hit the pillow. The sound of the door closing signalised that he had gone and now you were actually alone with your thought. Oh how you hated being alone with your thought.

Maybe you could fall asleep quick and hopefully avoid too much thinking.

With that plan in mind, you allowed your eyes to fall shut and soon you were in the land where dreams felt like a reality. Not that it was always a good thing.

Something worth noting about you was that at as a child, you would had been constantly woken up by one of the carers in the foster home because you were screaming due to a bad dream. At that young age, you were scared of falling asleep and the same dream coming to you. Even though you lost your parents when you were a baby, in your mind you could picture how it happened and it was hell. You hated every single nightmare you would have if it involved them. It all seemed too real.

As you became older, your mind seemed to allow you some form of peace. The nightmares weren't a regular occurrence. They still happened occasionally but you were happy enough knowing that they wouldn't plague you every single day.

Unfortunately you didn't take this into account when you found Nina's mind. It didn't even enter your thoughts that they would return with vengeance.

This time you weren't just witnessing your parents murder, Nina was there too and just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, Celeste showed up. The image of blood so vibrant in your mind, you could hardly stand it. The images would haunt you for the rest of your life and they weren't even real. How could your subconscious be doing such things?

A piercing scream echoed through the bunker and Jack was quick to make it to your bedroom where he found you tossing and turning against the sheets, becoming tangled in the bed covers as you tried to escape the terrifying thoughts of your mind.

Jack had never seen anything like that before. Sam and Dean never screamed like you had and Castiel never slept so this was new to the nephilim. Letting his instincts take over, he took a few steps closer to you, gasping as he witnessed tears streaming down your cheeks which had now turned red from where you had worked yourself up in the night. Gently he reached out and shook your shoulder, calling your name quietly so not to startle you.

Though that was his intention, it didn't work. You woke up with a gasp, reaching out to hit him but quickly he picked up a pillow you had tossed at the bottom of your bed to protect his face. “Y/n, calm down. It's me, Jack. I'm not here to hurt you.”

Luckily you recognised his voice and realised Jack was as harmless as they came so you moved your arms back down and looked around at the state of your bed. Gasping as you realised what had just happened. It wasn't real. You could relax. “It was just a bad dream.” You breathed out, sliding your fingers through your hair as you attempted to even out your breathing.

“Are you okay? You were screaming.” Jack asked. Once he realised you had calmed down, he moved the pillow away from himself, showing his face that you could barley see in the darkness your room was surrounded it.

Nodding your head, you reached out and turned on a lamp from the bedside table, illuminating the room and the two of you. “Yeah, I-I'm fine.” You said rather unconvincingly but before he could call you out on your obvious lie, you changed the subject. “Where are the others?” Hopefully they had slept through your ear piercing scream. It was embarrassing enough that Jack had heard you.

“Sam and Dean have gone back to your college, there was another murder so they went to check it out and Castiel decided to join.” He answered after a while, looked over at you in concern.

Another murder? Was this ever going to end? Who was this demon? All these questions and you asked one that probably didn't matter as much. “Why didn't you go?” You assumed he would have wanted to, they seemed like a team so you were surprised that he had stayed here instead.

His innocent eyes met yours and he smiled sweetly. “I thought you'd prefer it if there was someone still here when you woke up. I wanted to be sure that you were okay.”

For a few seconds or minutes, you weren't completely sure, the two of you just looked at each other, admiring the others face. Jack had a rather beautiful face, you thought. However, you shook your head and almost cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. Don't get close. That was your new rule from now on. “Well, I'm fine.”

He nodded and sighed, realising that maybe he should have gone with the Winchester's and his father. Perhaps you wanted to be alone and he should have respected that. Just as he was about to leave though, the boy heard your voice.

“Jack... please don't leave.” You were scared of letting him close, but you were terrified of being alone and that nightmare resurfacing.

Realising your discomfort the nephilim looked at you and nodded softly. “Would you like me to stay here and watch guard? I won't let anything happen, you know.” Reluctantly you nodded your head, hating to show any weakness but grateful for the kindness he was showing you. You could hardly believe he was Lucifer's child.

To your surprise, Jack opted to sit on the floor with his back against the door which made your stomach drop. Guilt seemed to eat away at you. How could you make him sit on the uncomfortable ground when he was doing something to help you?

With a soft sigh, you shifted over to the left side of the double bed and threw the overs of the right side open. “You don't have to stay there, you can lay up here with me.” You noticed him looking at you with doubt but you tried to ease it away with a smile which seemed to work. A few moments later, he had joined you in your bed and you allowed your head to hit the pillow while closing your eyes. “You promise you'll stay here?” Like you always had done where promises were concerned, you lifted your hand and held out your pinky finger to Jack.

Luckily he had seen this on a TV show Dean had been watching before and linked his own with yours. “I promise.” Neither of you moved your pinkies from the other, your hands simply fell on the bed as you slowly fell back to sleep with Jack watching you as your breathing slowed down.

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The annual Xmas end of year meme

1. What did you do in 2018 that you'd never done before?

Fought in an armoured tournament, won an SCA fencing tournament.

2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

As I say every year, I don't make them. The way you live your life is for life, not just New Year.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

Not that I know of.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

Yes, very much so- my ex (and mother of my ex-stepson if you want to look at it that way), Gina. She was three years younger than me, only 46 at the time. That's somewhat... hard to take in, at that age.

5. What countries did you visit?

None outside the mainland UK.

6. What would you like to have in 2019 that you lacked in 2018?

Calm and a lack of backstabbing would be nice. Satisfaction. Such limited ambitions as I have in the SCA would be nice.

It'd be nice to be a convention guest again.

7. What date from 2018 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

Several, related to death and backstabbing. June 9th maybe qualifies, being a good day of fighting demo in good weather, followed by the nearest to hypoing I've had in three years, and it being Gina's memorial day.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Getting a regular paying gig. I hope I can keep it.

Fighting for Dame Leonet - Lynette - in Coronet *the morning after being in quite a bad state) and getting nine kills for her (albeit one discounted due to a hold being called, and so officially only 8)

9. What was your biggest failure?

I'm sure there are too many to choose from. We worked out this time last that by the end of this year we'd be debt-free. We are, of course, exactly as far behind as we were this time last year.

The warranted-as-a-Marshal thing never happened.

If I don't keep the regular paying gig, then we'll retroactively know that was it, though.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Nothing major this time, just the usual ongoing. I'm annoyed that my HBAC number rose in the summer, and there was a bit of a mild concussion after doing the Sunday breakfast at Yule Ball.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Farpoint, my longbow.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Lesley of course. Anne, without whom I doubt we could live; Lynette, who sponsored my Provost prize-play; Yannick, Helena Vestfjord and Vitus and family; Catherine Sherwell, who turned out so great on the fencing field in the summer; Sue Griffiths; Rebekah Wells, who's made such nice stuff for Lesley... probably lots of other people.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Well if you've been following this page, you can probably take a wild stab in the dark at the convention backstabber and SCA ones too.

14. Where did most of your money go?

As last year- Bills and arrears and SCA adventures.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

I'm not sure I'm capable of being really excited about anything any more. Let down too many times.

16. What song will always remind you of 2018?

I dunno.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder? Both; my extremes seem to be swinging wider. Mainly it's angrier and more hurt rather than sadder.

ii. thinner or fatter? Exactly the same, 12 stone, by intentional maintenance, as it's my idea weight.

iii. richer or poorer? Richer, if you can call it that.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?

Archery with Farpoint.

Fencing/choreography/self defence workshops teaching and coaching, as I always say.

Orgies and bisexual depravity

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?

Having needles stuck in my eyeballs. Been stabbed in the back and thus mired in bitterness. (Yes, I know all about the mindfulness stuff to let things go, and I try, but it just... doesn't work for that. I have a long memory and a capacity for forgiveness limited only to those I love.)

20. How will you be spending Christmas?

Playing Assassin's Creed Unity on the sparkly new Xbox One. And still working.

21. How will you be spending New Year's?

Hoping the Dr Who special isn't shit. Hanging out in York.

As always, I like to write a bit of something completely new on January 1st, and maybe watch something completely new,

22. Did you fall in love in 2018?

I've said in previous years that I fall in love anew every day, or every time I see the person, with those I've fallen in love with (so, Lesley, obviously)- but if you mean with a new person, no.

23. How many one-night stands?

None.

24. What was your favorite TV program(s)?

Star Trek Discovery, Westworld, Lucifer, The Flash, Legends Of Tomorrow, Murdoch Mysteries, Dr Who, etc

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

Ah, yes... You have been paying attention to previous answers, right?

26. What was the best book you read?

Probably Red Country by Joe Abercrombie (fiction) or Tokyo Vice by Jake Adelstein (nonfiction)

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

The score for Outlander, maybe.

28. What did you want and get?

Finally, regular paid contracts! I just hope I can keep them next year.

An Xbox One.

The rank of Provost in the Academy of Defence.

29. What did you want and not get?

The warranting as Rapier Marshal that I was told in the spring I was ready for.

To be a guest at a convention again, as I had been booked for.

To visit my dad in Scotland as planned.

30. What was your favourite film of this year?

Deadpool 2

31. What did you do on your birthday?

It's next week, so hasn't happened yet. Last year... I think I went to look for bargains in CEX.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Putting Lynette on the ID throne.

Not failing to get things done.

Otherwise, examine the preceding answers and take a wild fucking guess.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2018?

Clothed. Occasionally with armour. Or just Sith (not a typo)

34. What kept you sane?

Nothing.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

I dunno, honestly.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

Brexit, obviously.

37. Who did you miss?

The ones who are too far away, the ones who are dead, and the one who moved from the first category to the second.

38. Who was the best new person you met?

Alka, maybe, or Baby Alex?

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2018:

Not so much learned as had some  - like “Trust no-one” - reinforced.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

We returned to port with sorrow in our chests / An evil shadow followed us on every quest (Captain Morgan's Revenge, Alestorm)

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mc asks: 18, 19, 20!

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18. what is your mc's relationship like with the brothers?

With Lucifer, its turbulent for sure. Lumo hates him because she doesn’t like people who try and play games instead of being honest with their intentions, and also hates authority figures: he’s tempted to hate her back but can’t fully commit to it because she reminds him of Mammon in the worst kind of way (nightmare younger sibling, causes problems on purpose, spoiled. kind of cute if you look closely)

With Mammon, on the other hand, close knit: they’re both the troublemaker type, so they became close within her first week in Devildom. It helps that he’s probably the kindest person in the three worlds and beyond see-through with his emotions/intentions, she tends to gravitate towards people like that naturally.

Levi, she dislikes (the feeling is very mutual), assigned party girl meets the king of otakus, you can imagine. But it’s the kind of relationship where she also has to get along with him because Mammon keeps going on about, ‘what a cute little brother’ Levi is and she has no heart to tell him to his face that his cute little brother stinks.

With Satan, I would characterize them as fair-weather friends. They share mutual interests (literature, cats. hating lucifer, etc) but they’re so trimetically opposed in personalities, especially in how they deal with anger, that she can’t help hating him just a little bit (he’s very much in control of his emotions where she’s a loose cannon). It’s like that video of a dude lifting weights at the gym (Satan) and another dude yelling at him to get angrier already (Lumo).

Asmo is. Well that’s a little bit more complicated but the basis of it is: she adores him and it’s mutual (he’s also the only one she has a pact with outside of Samiel). But they do have a bit of a problematic relationship because they’re both prone to what I call delusions of the grandiose scale. Lumo especially tends to feel things very deeply (escp in a romantic sense) and has a tendency for obsessive behaviour (it mirrors his in the worst kind of way so it’s a little messy).

With Beel she’s mostly normal and friendly, but they also share a death sin which always makes it more than normal and friendly. It’s a voyerustic, kind of, because its a sense of companionship but also they feed off one another (Beel’s the avatar of gluttony and she’s absolutely the biggest source of it: Lumo��s survivor guilt complex is astronomically sized and a great echo chamber for his near identical condition).

With Belphie I would almost go as far as say it’s more so a familial relationship than any of the others. It’s a shared sense of having seen the worst of each other (read: Belphie’s position to off her as a human exhange student, in turn the human exhange student turns out to be already dead and currently rotting) and having to bear this intimate knowledge about this person without really wanting to but neither of you have a choice.

19. what is your mc's relationship with the side characters?

Diavolo is at the exact same points as Lucifer, overlapping with Satan. Iron control meets the living embodiment of chaos, such and such. Name someone who hates the Prince of Devildom more. You can’t. 

Barbato she’s strangely enough fond of. Something something dude who’s seen all of eternity and is weighed by it vrs girlie who’s doomed to live in it something (also she likes to steal his recipies).

Simeon. 100% started out with a crush on him and later developed into pleasant acquaintances (she’s still not sure if it was Samiel’s influence or just that he's insanely pretty and has a gorgeous smile. who knows).

Luke, she’s definently fond of (he thinks she's unberable because she keeps asking if he wants to play hide n seek every time they run into each other even though he keeps explaining to her that no, he is not a 3 year old, and therefore he does not want to engage in childlish games like that but maybe if she expands her horizons to tea parti

Solomon’s...despised. It’s kind of the same thing as with Satan: they’ve got very different ways of looking at the world (Lumo despises the very idea of immortality and can’t understand why a human would willingly subject themselves to it). 

20. what is your mc's relationship with raphael, mephistopheles, and thirteen?

Havent thought about these yet either lol but let’s see uhm: 

Raphael would probably inspire some sense of dread, considering the circumstances of Lumo’s zombified condition. Let’s just say celestial judges arent her favourite out of all the beings in the three worlds.

Mephistopheles..she’d hate him, too. Anyone whose that stuck on Diavolo gets put on the blacklist automatically (though she would find his anti-lucifer agenda amusing enough that she wouldn’t express hatred as openly as she might to, say Lucifer).

Thirteen. Sorry to do this to everyone’s favourite emo girlfriend but it’d be less about how Lumo feels about her and more about how she feels about Lumo. Like she sees Thirteen for the first time, makes a hot topic joke about her clothes, and then gets put on death’s prank list for the rest of eternity.

MC! asks

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Betrayal in Your Lies

_“it has to be this way, Lucifer, i have to kill you, these are my orders.”

Michael stated, once again, conviction tinted his voice, his tone didn’t once quiver, despite the comander’s own pain, he didn’t want to do it, never truly did, the archangel still loved his little brother, but he couldn’t revel, he couldn’t disobey; the idea had settled on his mind that their father abscence had been his fault as he never completed the one hardest task God had given him, and that he would only be back whenever it was done… he could bring order and peace to heaven, he could give his frightened, fallen and broken siblings their home back, it only rerquired one thing… one mission he hadn’t brought himself to accomplish. kill the little brother he raised, for reasons he never questioned. and yet it seemed too hard, every time he stood before the devil…before the brother he loved the most once upon a time, throught whom he could still see the fledging that didnt want to die. but… it had to be done, and this time would be the one, he would do the right thing.

Lucifer’s head shook with sigh that hid his heartbreak, he had grown tired of the speech he knew by memory, …all those times in the cage, a part of him ignited by anger, hatred that ran through his veins, and the other… shattered with pain, even while he hated him. he still loved him deeply, he never wanted to fight, he never wanted this- the morning start just wanted his brother, above all, wanted him to stand with him. but tired of asking, tired of resiting it didn’t have to be that way- his choice of words changed, nothing of what he could say would change God’s viceroy’s conviction eitherway, so- what was the point?

_“you see- Michael, I’d like to spend a moment not being reminded that my beloved brother’s life mission is to stab my heart. that’d be y’know.. great”

The words flew from his lips with too little care about the amout of truth they held, it didnt matter anymore did it? his arms folded over his chest and his eyes landed on Michael, locking on his. his annoyed tone accompanied by another sigh likewise.

Suddenly, it seemed like the air became heavier, colder even, causing a shiver to ran down the archangel’s spine.. these vessels, they could bring so many sensations, Their hearts could feel too strongly, too deeply and their celestial host could easily feel through them. Michael fists loosened gradually, softening not only his features but his voice tone, these words weren’t at all what he expected to hear, not even close, and they manged to daze him, and hurt him; all these doubts, hesitation and painful anguish, that perhaps Lucifer never knew of, seemed to settle down on his heart once again, causing a knot on his throat which attempted to drown him, and yet, the commander didn’t quiver in his composure, didn’t break as he very much wanted to.

“Lucifer-”

Michael uttered, letting his head fall momentarily, clenching his teeth just by the thought, for what he was going to do to his own little fledging.

__“I don’t want to do it either, you don’t understand, I love you, little brother but–..”

His speech was interrupted by Lucifer’s voice, louder and angrier this time.

-“Love me my ass! I’m done with your lies! you know what, big bro, just kill me already.”

__“these are not lies, little brother, why is that you don’t believe me?”

Dropping his ward, the oldest archangel walked a couple of slow steps closer to the younger, whose eyes were near lighting up by the rage fed by heartbreak,

-“C'mon really?!” The devil chuckled, sarcastical and incredulous. “right! Because wanting to kill me is the sheer definition of love, sure- forgot that, you know what? All the time in the cage, after you stopped your hourly threats, I thought maybe, just m a y b e, we could get past this… so what ‘bout you shut your fucking mouth and get to it already.”__

Heaving out a sigh, Michael’s gaze wandered away before it traveled back to his brother’s eyes. __“I am trying to reach out to you, Lucifer, I don’t want to fight you.“

The holy prince spoke words the morning star didn’t think he would hear either, a frown settled on his face, staring in confusion to his older sibling, but hope wouldn’t arise the easily, he wouldn’t allow it. -“Yeah? Well, you’re the one who keeps trying to pick a fight.”

Lucifer’s voice was softer now, observing his brother’s every move, he knew Michael, he grew looking up to him, idolising him, he could quickly detect any changes, any oscillation on his behavior-.. was he trying to… disobey?

-“Look i don’t know what’s gotten into you bro but I-…”

__“I love you Lucifer, I don’t lie, and I won’t fight you.”

a stern voice that lingered on the surroundings like an echo to Satan’s ears, /And I won’t fight you/ Words he wished to hear with burning desire pierced his heart like the Lance was supposed to, for once fool enough to let them take hold of him, and arise blind belief, only because he wanted to believe it. unable to find a proper answer or reaction he simple stared, a little perplexed as the older kept walking closer, and closer… and closer. -“I’m sorry what?.” Lucifer could only mutter then, after few seconds that seemed eternal, still unable to fully wrap his mind around it, he kept quiet, bliss grew within the archangel and wrestled with the rest of the confusing emotions he momentarily couldn’t stop.

-“What’s wrong with you Michael?”

Suddenly, as a reason didn’t become clear, everything turned into concern, for him, what had happened to him, it must have been monumental or highly painful for a change like that. But the younger archangel did not get an answer–

Michael’s jaw clenched, his eyes seemed to fill with pain the more Lucifer’s did the opposite, their reactions went in exact opposite directions, the more the devil easied into the idea of his brother not fighting him, the more he filled with hope, the more heartbroken and sorrowful the Holy Prince would get.

– instead, Michael took a final step, too close to his little sibling to be considered normal, gazing into his eyes, this was way worse.. and more painful, but it was too late to turn his back on his own plan, eitherway, if this had to be this way, if he had to carry this burden, he might as well get one little last beautiful thing out of it, and give Lucifer just the same; leaning closer, a teardrop fell from eye as he closed them.

Lucifer’s hues had followed his movements carefully, silently, and now, he followed his motions, a tad bit spellbound, he loved his brother despite all the hate he had felt, he never stopped loving him, adoring him, which was part of what made it all so painfully angering. They were supposed to love each other, over everything, Lucifer might have loved him over their father, and he had expected just the same…

Back before the fall, it wasn’t odd for their graces to mix and twirl and wrap to each other, this was just a little taste of what it was, just with a vessel. The commander’s lips brushed against his brother’s, and Lucifer then carried away by it, dropped his ward completely, now totally vulnerable before Michael, there was the mistake…

Suddenly a tear fell over Lucifer’s face and few words were mumbled against his lips.

__“I am sorry, little morning star.”

Lucifer’s eyes opened wide, attempting to struggle, move away but it was too late, Michael snapped his fingers, his Lance forming on his right hand out of thin air went straight through Lucifer stomach, stabbing his heart and the viceroy’s left arm went around the other’s body, moving his face apart from each other, now able to sense his own heart shattering as he observed his scared dying brother he let the tears form and fall from his green pained eyes.

_“There is no other way.”

Lucifer lips pressed together, Michael had betrayed him, lied to his face… tricked him and yet he could not longer feel hate burning within. teeth clenched, and eyes, full of heartbreak stared up at his weeping brother, as he slowly started to feel his knees weak, grace shone from his chest and gradually crawled up to his face, his hands grasped on his brother’s upper arms, his own eyes which flickered on a dim red shed a tear.

-“Michael..”

Too late maybe- but he understood that this hurt him as much as it hurt himself, this was their father’s fault, not Michael not his, he had made two brothers that loved and love each other do this, and Michael… he was trying to do the right thing, and he was suffering.

–“I… I forgive you..”

The last words struggled to left his lips which poured blood, and then- the brightness reached his face and exploded on a blast of light, Burning the light bringer’s wings on the grass beneath their feet; the oldest archangel sunk to the ground with his little brother on his arms, tears had stopped by now, his arms clung to him tightly, pressing his vessel against his own chest, staying still as Lucifer wings burned over not only the grass but his body too, peeling his skin away and letting this grace shine. He didn’t understand why he had to do this.. and perhaps he wanted to die as well, but he could not, heaven depended on him. And maybe his punishment for this was that he was forced to live knowing that he had to kill the fledging he raised and loved so deeply.