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Which Art Motif is Your OC?
Tagged by @voidika, @direwombat, @sukoshimikan, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and @fourlittleseedlings to do this uquiz. Thank you lovelies <3 <3
Tagging: @legally-a-bastard, @somethingclich8, @detectivelokis, @henbased, @adelaidedrubman, @inafieldofdaisies, @jacobseed, @kittiofdoom, @marivenah, @aceghosts, @harmonyowl, @passinoutpieces, @baldurrs, @damejudyhench, @turbo-virgins, @afarcry5fromstraight, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @florbelles, and anyone else that I've missed! I tag you <3 <3
a lonely person. though you may be quiet, your heart is full of longing. you spend much of your time with your own mind, and that may very well be a beautiful thing. art reference: automat by edward hopper
blood in religious depictions. you think in violence, but not necessarily antagonism or hatred. it is more just in the physicality, the vulnerability of it all. art reference: prometheus bound by peter paul rubens
the moon. you're a lover, a dreamer. you gaze wistfully at the sky, seeing the infinite gorgeousness of the natural world and wishing it could translate to your real life. art reference: the starry night by vincent van gogh (because, of course, what other moon could i possibly include?)
dappled sunlight. you see all the beautiful things in life. you're always looking to learn and be better, especially from the world around you. thank you for believing so strongly in goodness. art reference: woodland glade by david poulter
#micah hale#lilith mallory#lore jameson#nora jameson#my ocs#uquiz#tag game#these are surprisingly apt#micah is lonely and solitary#lilith is very indulgent in violence#lore is associated with the moon while nora is the sun#i was going to do bowie too but i'd rather claw my face off than deal with making another banner rn so she'll have to wait#making nora's was hell and i'm not happy with it but it exists for now#anyhoodles thank y'all for tagging me!#i'm working my way back through my notes for what i've been missing recently#finally feeling human again so be aware i will be reblogging old things cause ily all and want to share your goodies <3
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yandere hcs ; lucifer morningstar
requested by ; nobody / self indulgent
fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; lucifer morningstar,
outline ; “general yandere hcs for lucifer”
warning(s) ; yandere!lucifer morningstar, obsessive behaviour, acts of violence, extreme jealousy, extreme separation anxiety, kidnapping, isolation, self aware yandere, stockholm syndrome
to get the obvious out of the way first, lucifer isn’t someone who is going to be quick to act on his feelings even if he happens to be a yandere — hell, after how distraught he was left in the aftermath of lilith walking out of their marriage it would take him a long while to even begin to acknowledge his feelings for you let alone consider acting on them
in all honesty, unless there’s some external pressure pushing him to act he’s much more likely to avoid you and try and suppress his feelings instead
yeah…
lucifer isn’t really the best at handling this sort of situation
(to say the very least)
but after a much needed pep talk from charlie, and an off handed comment about you potentially having a date soon which angel dust made in his presence, lucifer does manage to get over himself enough to actually start courting you
and for a while it’s a pretty normal relationship, or as normal of a relationship as you can have with the literal devil: he takes things slow with you, treats you like royalty, spoils you with gifts, does his best to keep track of the things you tell him, takes you out for dates regularly, and is nothing short of a complete and utter gentleman when you’re together — and that’s because at this point his feelings for you are still pretty innocent and the more intense and possessive feelings he has are quickly buried as he doesn’t want to risk scaring you away
he can’t lose you like he lost her
he can’t
so he bites his tongue and tries, desperately tries, to be the best version of himself he can possibly be — until something finally pushes him over the edge and causes all of those dangerous possessive feelings to rush in and take hold of his mind
maybe it was somebody really not getting the hint that you’re taken, maybe it was alastor really making a good effort to get under his skin by messing with you, maybe it was even a thinly veiled threat by adam about ‘stealing you away’ and ‘getting even’ after you two went public with your relationship — whatever it was caused lucifer’s mind to run wild with both fiery jealousy and white hot fear and pushed him to take matters into his own hands in the worst possible way
he snaps and he snaps badly
he lashes out physically at whoever was threatening your relationship (killing the nobody that was flirting with you, putting alastor back into his place with some injuries he can’t just shake off, harming adam enough to send a message without outright inciting another war, etc.)
he immediately wraps you up in his arms and wings, pulling you tight against his body as he apologises (you think it’s for his behaviour but what he’s apologising for hasn’t even happened yet)
then, finally, he teleports you both back to his palace and locks you both inside before having a bit of a breakdown and locking himself in a separate room to calm down and ground while you process what just happened
(eventually, once he’s out of his own head enough to do so, he’ll reach out to charlie and tell her that he’s keeping you at the palace for your own safety because of some threat or another, promising that she can come see you once everything’s safe enough for her to do so — and, unfortunately for you, she trusts her dad enough to believe him outright and simply wishes you both the best before getting back to work on the hotel)
during your time in captivity, lucifer does everything he possibly can to get back into your good graces and to try and repair your relationship (he’s keenly aware that what he’s doing to you is wrong, and he apologises for it often, but he’s also so terrified of losing you that he can’t bring himself to let you go free) — he spoils you rotten, makes your favourite meals every day, lets you have your own room close to his and makes it as comfortable as possible for you despite his own separation anxiety, tries to talk to you about the things you love (always hoping that this time you’ll finally respond to him), and taking you on little ‘dates’ around the palace grounds to try and replicate the things you did together before he took you
this is a very tumultuous time for you both and it won’t get any better until that small resilient part of your mind dies and you fully accept your new life with lucifer — but don’t be too hard on yourself for breaking, even the most strong-willed of people will give in eventually after spending months and months completely isolated from the world outside of a single person
and once that’s finally happened its almost like that difficult period in your relationship never happened at all — he’s taking you out for dates, he’s sticking close to your side at all times, you’re accompanying him to important outings to visit other royals, he’s publicly announcing your relationship every chance he gets, he’s proposing marriage, and you’re planning your royal wedding (with lots of help from a very excited step-daughter-to-be who can’t wait for you to officially join the family), and you’re given all of the protections and prestige that one could hope for in hell
sure you don’t really have much time to yourself but you love lucifer so you don’t mind having him nearby (or have you just forgotten what it’s like to have personal space?), and sure you’re only permitted to have friends that your fiancé approves of but you trust his judgement and you know he’s only acting in your best interests (or are you just too tired to fight him on it?), and sure anyone who tries to get too close to you for lucifer’s comfort is dealt with as swiftly and painfully as possible, but you’re both happy (are you really happy? are you even you anymore?) and really that’s all that matters
… right?
#sleepingdeath#gender neutral reader#yandere hcs#yandere x reader#yandere hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#yandere hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin lucifer x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#yandere lucifer morningstar x reader#yandere hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#yandere hazbin lucifer x reader
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Request: Care giver! Lilith and little! Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)
Plot: Lucifer being in little space and Lilith taking care of her baby (he’d be 0-2 years old), just lots of fluff please 💕
Thanks so much for the ask, anon! Sorry for the short delay in getting this out, but I hope you enjoy! (Also it seems like all of my agere fics end with sleepy cuddles 😭 aka Self indulgence. Luci was also very neurodivergent coded. Again, self indulgence)
SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC, DNI IF KINK, NSFW, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST.
Title: The Cutest King of Hell
Word Count: 1249
Pairing: CG! Lilith x Little! Lucifer
Description: Playtime and a picnic for Little Luci! (Fluff!)
The Cutest King of Hell
Lucifer. A daring, intelligent, cunning creature. The first to introduce evil and disobedience to the so perfect human kind. He had once been an angel, hand-crafted by God, and cast away from his first home. But now, he was a king, the most powerful being in Hell…
But he also happened to be the cutest.
Lilith huffed affectionately as Lucifer pushed his rubber ducks along the floor. Laying on his stomach, pacifier between his lips, white and yellow onesie equipped–no one could argue that he wasn’t just the sweetest, most innocent being Hell had ever seen.
Especially not Lilith.
She too sat on the floor, pushing the rubber ducks back towards Lucifer, as if they were swimming back down the lake of his pale blue playmat. There were many other creatures along for the adventure too of course. Some frogs, fish, and even a couple plastic dinosaurs had made it into Lucifer’s imaginary world.
Lilith knew all about the fallen angel’s imagination and creativity of course. Perhaps it was the thing she adored most about him. He could create infinite stories, creatures, and worlds in that perfect mind of his. Even when regressed as young as this, he managed to maintain a clear enough objective in his play. If his babbling was anything to go by, the ducks were meeting the dinos and toads for a picnic on a faraway island. Called Ducky Island of course.
“What’s the duck say, Luci?” Lilith quizzed with a smile as she pushed one towards him to join the other rubber figures at their meet-up.
“Qwak!” the baby exclaimed, pushing it along. “Qwak, qwak, qwak!”
Though the mimicry was muffled by the silicone in his mouth, his confidence and pride in the answer was evident by his eyes crinkling into a smile.
“That’s right,” Lilith smiled as well.
The Queen of Hell reached for the toy bin, where they kept all of Lucifer’s play toys. FIshing around, it only took a moment for her fingers to land on yet another duckling.
“Here’s James Pond. Is he going to the party too?”
“Yeah!” Luci giggled. “Swim, swim, swim.”
“Off he goes, swimming and swimming,” Lilith agreed, pushing the tuxedo-wearing rubber duck in a circle then towards Lucifer.
Lucifer took over, gliding the duck in smooth patterns across the playmat. Lilith watched, enjoying the play’s serenity. Hell, a place of violence and punishment, didn’t see moments as simple as this. If she were to simply step onto her doorstep, blood, swears, and devastation would greet her. Inside however, in the nursery she had designed to protect from the horrors, the R-rated nonsense wouldn’t exist. Here, the most complicated thing was figuring out how to keep Lucifer entertained for more than ten minutes.
“Looks like that picnic needs some food, Luci,” Lilith remarked, pointing to the congregation at ‘Ducky Island.’ “What would they like to eat?”
“Apple,” Lucifer replied, lining up several frogs with the other guests.
“How about apples with peanut butter?” Lilith suggested.
“Yummy! And cookies?”
“Of course. Would you like to help me get it?”
“Mhm!”
Lucifer smiled behind his pacifier, placing the very last duck at the picnic gathering. Then, using his hands for balance, he pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a baby deer.
Lilith stood along with him, borrowing the elegance of a great stag. Lucifer immediately grabbed her hand. Holding himself close to her, he lightly leaned into her side for balance. Lilith took it in stride, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they ambled towards the kitchen.
The plush carpet beneath their feet, the perfect crimson walls, and the occasional abandoned toy paved the way through the castle. Lucifer’s babbling filled the royals’ desolate hallways. An innocent, adorable sound, a stark contrast to the endless curses that would envelop anywhere else in Hell.
Soon, Lucifer and Lilith arrived at the kitchen. Like the nursery, it held all Lucifer’s essentials. Baby bottles lined the countertops. Several sippy cups and plastic plates had been abandoned in the sink to be washed.
“Let’s get your picnic and bring it back to Ducky Island,” Lilith said.
Even if he would inevitably make a mess of crumbs and peanut butter on his playmat, seeing the joy Hell’s little king derived from his picnics and play made the mess worth it.
So, Lilith grabbed a couple apples from the pantry, along with a jar of peanut butter and a package of his favorite cookies. Lucifer watched with big eyes and a smile beneath his pacifier. He already extended his hands, silently requesting a sweet treat.
“Not until you finish your healthy food,” Lilith chastised lightly, tapping his nose playfully. “Come on, let’s get your picnic ready.
Luckily, Lucifer wouldn’t have to wait long. Within a minute, Lilith had sliced the apples and arranged them in the shape of a swan. Luci’s eyes grew wide and lustered as he watched the snack take shape. With a scoop of peanut butter plopped beside it, it was ready to be enjoyed.
(The cookies, despite some pouting, remained in their box for now.)
Revitalized by the prospect of a delicious snack, Lucifer tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the nursery. He was already babbling about how all his duckies would be thrilled to see the apple duck she had created. Actually, it was a swan, but she didn’t bother correcting him; not only would it be pointless, his cuteness was too much to even remotely diminish.
As soon as they arrived at the playroom, Lucifer broke free from her hand holding; he rushed back to his toys on loose, uncoordinated steps. He plopped down right in front of the ducks and dinosaurs, then popped his pacifier out of his mouth. Mumbling incoherently, he patted his hand on the spot behind him–clearly demanding that snack time begins.
“Yes, I’m coming,” Lilith smiled, placing the dish on the mat beside him.
Happily, Lucifer snatched an apple slice. He took a bite before showing it to his toys. He continued his baby-talk, and made dramatized munching sounds as his toys also digged into their lunch. Lilith also may have stolen a couple sweet slices.
As predicted, peanut butter stickiness covered the mat. Apple juice dripped off Luci’s chin. Once the cookies were brought out, an ungodly amount of crumbs covered his onesie. Nonetheless, the endearing giggles made the mess seem small enough. As the snack slowly disappeared, Luci’s energy did the same. He yawned, scratching his eyes as his sluggish a hands and slurring babbles poked at his toys. Lilith, knowing naptime would soon follow, strode from her place on the floor over to the nightstand, where she wound his music box. By the time Lucifer had noticed she had temporarily left his side, the gentle notes already drifted through the nursery.
Lucifer stared up her, taking long and slow blinks as she scooped him off the floor. It seemed that playtime had sapped all his energy. Duckling picnics were very tiring work after all. As soon as his pacifier was replaced in his mouth, his head rested on her shoulder. The sound music box would last long enough to get the little king to sleep. But not without his lullaby added onto it. Soft lyrics danced with the ringing song.
“More than anything, more th anything, I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything. More than anything, more than anything, need you to know I love you more than anything.”
And every word was true.
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Eva Lean ཐི♡ཋྀ | (Ex?)Third Wife of Adam
art credit to nattycat08 on tumblr & insta @nattycat08
Basic Info
Real Name: Evangeline (Formerly Evangeline-Juliette Antionette de France) Preferred Name: Eva Lean (Lean as in the purple drink) Species: Sheep/Goat Sinner / Fallen Angel (Formerly Angel / Divine Soul) (Also Formerly Human) Sin: Blasphemy Physical Age: 22 Birth Date: November 26, 1780 Death Year: 1802 Cause Of Death: Yellow Fever Height: 4'11 ft or 150 cm MBTI: INTJ Gender & Pronouns: She/Her - Ciswoman Sexuality: Bisexual (closeted most of her life/afterlife or unaware) Romantic Interest(s): Adam <3, Sir Pentious, Lucifer (there’s Val somewhere in there too but not really)
Short Facts
Adopted Daughter of Marie Antionette
Princess Complex
Religious in life before dying alone
Married Adam in heaven
Was close friends with Lute
Used to share a sisterly relationship with Emily
Is Best Friend's With Angel Dust
Capable of playing the piano
Spent 200 years in heaven before falling
Reacted Negatively to the Exterminations, leading to her fall
Sold her soul to Valentino, working for him as a porn star
Doesn’t get along with/argues/bickers with Lucifer
Hides / Tries to hide the fact she’s a fallen angel from as many sinners as possible. (initially, only Valentino is aware due to her selling her soul to him + the exposing work she does reveals her scars to him.)
Valentino insists her scars be edited out, the camera angles avoid showing them as often, or that her hair cover them in all the content she’s featured in.
Likes♡
Reading
Sweets
Marijuana
Drinking / Getting High
Bread
Club Dancing
Ballroom Dancing
Shopping
Helping/Supporting Others
Cooking (Despite Failing)
Music (Listening or Playing Piano + Singing)
Fashion
Receiving Gifts
Dislikes ‹/𝟹
Being Kept in the Dark/Lied To
Senseless Violence (depends)
Being Alone
Surprises
Silence
Spicy or even just Unfamiliar Foods
Being Belittled or Disrespected
Cemeteries
‘Ugly people’ - Adam
Clutter
Being Woken Up Early
Personality Traits
Positive – Adaptable, Charismatic, Affectionate, Charming, Confident, Curious, Flirtatious, Nurturing, Intelligent, Observant, Kind, Playful, Sentimental, Witty, Sophisticated, Spontaneous, Passionate, Outgoing, Un-Selfish,
Negative – Addictive, Catty, Compulsive, Cocky, Often Cowardly, Cynical, Dishonest, Extravagant, Gluttonous, Frivolous, Fussy, Haughty, Impulsive, Jealous, Materialistic, Paranoid, Pessimistic, Rebelliously obedient, Reckless, Sleazy/Promiscuous, Self Destructive, Self Indulgent, Spoiled, Temperamental,
Semi Detailed Facts
Once her birth mother, who worked for the French royal family, passed away, she and her sister were adopted by Queen Marie Antionette & King Louis VXI
Despite never gaining a royal title, she developed somewhat of a ‘Princess Complex,’
Raised very religious, studying the bible and any religious scripture she could from the moment she was taught to read.
Never knew her sexuality in life, unaware and afraid to explore it. Only really realized she was bisexual after her fall from Heaven.
Died of yellow fever, with no suitors or children of her own. Nothing but her birth sister, and her love for God.
She married Adam, becoming his third wife, when in Heaven. Spending 200 years with him before her fall.
Cast from Heaven for referring to God as a 'pompous, overzealous, self-centered ass' for allowing the exterminations to occur in the first place. (Speaking Blasphemy)
Valentino was one of the first people she met once in hell, aside from other sinners she would party with. She sold her soul to him shortly after her fall, becoming a pornstar for him and revealing her past to only him.
She hides the fact she’s a fallen angel
Generally (& only initially) dislikes Lucifer, keeping in mind how he ‘stole’ Lilith and Eve from Adam.
Backstory (before Heaven)
Evangeline was born as a peasant in France, and her parents each worked beneath King Louis VXI and Queen Marie Antionette. At a young age, Evangeline and her elder sister were chosen to become Marie's daughter's playmates. A common practice for nobles of the ra to find a commoner to befriend their child to socialize with them, however, the Queen chose to do this to teach her daughter empathy. After several years of spending day after day at the side of the Princess, her mother passed away. Stricken with responsibility and a heart bigger than the public knew, Marie Antionette adopted Evangeline and her elder sister. Quickly moving the two into the Palace of Versailles and giving each of them new names based on her favorite books, Evangeline now being called Juliette by her adopted mother based on 'Les Lettres de Juliette Catesby (1759)' by Marie Jeanne Riccoboni.
Despite being treated with the same maternal care and affection as Marie's biological daughter, Evangeline nor her elder sister were ever granted titles. Instead, the two were often referred to by others in the palace as 'the girls who always accompany Princess Marie-Therese.' This never bothered Evangeline, the young girl only thankful for the affection and opportunity within the palace. Her new mother gave her access to literature, teaching her to read as soon as possible, and teaching her daughter how to love books just as she did. It was at this time that Evangeline began to read the bible and learn other languages.
When the political unrest within France grew and the royal family attempted to flee, Evangeline and her sister were sent to the countryside to live with their biological father until the family returned shortly after failing the attempt. The unrest only grew, however, resulting in the Queen instructing another member of the French Court to take Evangeline and her sister to safety. The two living with the Mackau family during the height of the revolution and during their adopted parent's executions, their biological father shortly following in their footsteps due to his association with the King.
It wasn't until age 17 that Evangeline was released from legal guardianship, and permission to use the pension from her deceased adoptive parents as she wished. For the first time, the young woman was on her own in the world, and her name had been changed back to match that of her biological parents instead of the royal family. She moved to Saint-Denis in Paris to live close to her sister, the only person she even knew anymore.
For years, the young woman lived alone, unsure of what direction her life was meant to go in. Everything had been set up for her, prepared for her since she had been adopted. Things were always taken care of for her, a future decided for her even when she was under legal guardianship by the Mackau family. Near overnight everything changed, her whole life flipped upside down and every adult with a parental role in her eyes was gone. She spent her days reading, visiting with her neighbors, and feeding the strays while her sister began a family, at least being married off. It wasn't until 1802 when a group of soldiers traveled through her city, ones she just had to run into on the street, unknowingly spread yellow fever throughout Saint-Denis.
Early winter that year, Evangeline passed away in her home with no one but her faith and sister at her side. Without even a good story to tell, the young woman went to sleep to never wake up in the mortal realm again. However, she instead awoke before the pearly gates. She was greeted by St. Peter, who quickly checked his book to find her name, and brought through the gates quickly. Passing through the gates, Evangeline's senses were overloaded by the bright aura that emitted off the grand, beautiful structures softly sat atop the clouds. Almost causing her to miss the other angels themselves, as her eyes danced from billboard to fountain and so on.
Timeline In Hell (After The Fall)
2002: Arrival. She woke up alone in an alleyway, wingless and unfamiliar with both her sinner form and the world around her. Stumbling lost, missing her husband, and confused about what to do with herself. Seeking shelter, or a place to stay and coming up empty-handed for over a year. Leading the girl who had once lived within the palace walls of Versailles and in a lavish mansion in heaven to sleep on the streets longer than she’d ever anticipated for herself. From the moment she’d been adopted, this outcome was something she had never even allowed herself to consider.
2003: The end of Evangeline. After a year of nothing but sorrow and uncertainty, Evangeline began to indulge in some of Hell’s most popular pastimes. More particularly, the drug and party scene. Finding herself diving headfirst into a realm that she convinced herself she had to belong, and after a short passage of time- She did.
Mid-2003: The birth of Eva Lean. Despite the initial sin that led to her fall being only blasphemy, Evangeline became gluttonous and lustful. Spending every night going from club to club, bar to bar, and partaking in every substance she could- Leaning into a persona based on how she came to find out history had remembered her adoptive mother. “Let them eat cake!” She’d cheer, relishing as the center of attention beneath the flashing lights, booming music, and between the swaying bodies of the crowd. The overindulgence numbed her from the memories of Heaven, from Adam and Sera’s betrayal, and from God’s bullshit. It didn’t matter anymore if she had a place to call her own, or a regular roof over her head– She’d just crash at whatever bar she ended up in by the end of the night. She shed herself of the identity she’d held onto for her whole living life and the centuries she spent in heaven– renaming herself Eva Lean after a particular purple concoction she enjoyed more than she should.
2004: Selling her Soul. Eva didn’t realize that her reputation had begun to grow, word of a descendant of Marie Antionette going unhinged was hard to miss for someone like Valentino. He beckoned her to where he sat one evening in a club, and in her inebriated, curious state, she waltzed over to him. Plopping down on the couch beside him, waving the red smoke that wafted from his cigarette as he began to offer her an opportunity not fit for an angel. But she was a fallen angel and one without anything. Val ensured if she worked for him, and sold her soul to him– She’d have a roof over her head, protection during the yearly exterminations, and all the money she could want. Even if she had been sober, it was a choice with only one clear option.
Pilot: Finding the Hazbin Hotel/Hearing of it. It had been over 10 years since Eva began working for Valentino. Her name, face, and body spread across the internet of hell in a way unfit for a woman of God. Although, the scars on her back were regularly edited out of everything she starred in. It wasn’t always glamorous or enjoyable, the work or living conditions but she didn’t even know what else she would do by this point. Valentino wasn’t always harsh with her, in fact, the overlord showed an almost soft side with the fallen angel behind closed doors. Careful to avoid causing anyone else to think he was playing favorites, of course. Eva enjoyed, no– relished in his attention. Even if she knew and believed it to be a facade, a ploy to get her clothes off and comfortable enough to keep being an obedient employee and pet. His chain was heavy on her throat and only felt lighter when he turned his attention to Angel Dust after his arrival to hell. She worked alongside Angel Dust, obviously not in the same films, but nonetheless. The two grew a friendship, relating to one another. Eventually, Eva would hear all about it from Valentino whenever Angel Dust moved out and started staying at the Hazbin Hotel. And she soon asked her friend what the hotel was all about. The concept intrigued her, although she didn’t believe in it being passed by heaven. She knew she herself was incapable of redemption particularly, due to already falling, but it would be interesting to offer assistance. She could get some space from Valentino when he was particularly aggressive or clingy for lack of a better word. Her soul’s owner had grown excessively attentive after Angel’s choice to leave, and it was becoming suffocating. Eva decided to visit this Hazbin hotel, greeting Charlie and expressing her interest in not being redeemed herself, but rather assisting sinners to take a more righteous path. Despite not being quite what Charlie had anticipated, or hoped to hear from the lamb, she was happy to accept help with the cause.
During the Series: Eva moved into the Hazbin Hotel, resulting in a less-than-happy Valentino, gaining a similar reaction to when Angel Dust joined the Hotel- Though, much less severe in truth. (cont)
#s/i oc: eva lean#oc: eva lean#oc: evangeline#s/i oc: evangeline#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel oc#hazbin hotel oc x canon#hazbin oc#hellaverse oc#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin#hazbin art#hazbinhotel#hazbin original character#hazbin hotel original character#original character#canon x oc#oc intro#oc info#oc x canon#ocs#oc art#oc#my ocs#digital art#s/i oc#s/i tag#s/i community#s/i art
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Devil May Care
Fandom: Heaven’s Secret (Book 1: Season 1)
Pairing: Lucifer x F!OC (Devon Hart)
Series: Oh, So Devilish
Chapter summary: Devon sneaks off to track down a lead on her death... But she's not alone.
Word count: 5,100
Warnings: M (swearing, angst, suicidal thoughts, aggro, toxic behaviour, references to death, physical violence)
Chapter theme song:
A/N1: So. This is not what I was supposed to be working on. At all. Not only is this not Intentions, but it’s not even TRR… or Choices, for that matter. However, a couple of weeks ago, @angelasscribbles convinced me to take the plunge with a Romance Club choices game called Heaven’s Secret and I became instantly hooked… especially on Lucifer’s character. I have a type; can’t you tell? 😆
A/N2: This first part of what turned into a two-parter (it just got too long, so I had to split it) focuses on the events that take place at the end of HS S1E5 and the second part focuses on the start of S1E6. Because while I love the character of Lucifer, I felt like that his characterisation missed the mark a bit (especially considering that he is the literal Son of Satan) so, I decided to make… adjustments 😏
A/N3: I appreciate that this is not what most people on my tag list signed up to read, but I have tagged my Permas anyway, in case anyone wants to indulge me. However, in the (highly likely) event that I end up writing more for this fandom, moving forward, I will only tag people who specifically request to be tagged. So if you want in on Part 2, let your preferences be known, or forever hold your peace.
A/N4: By way of context for people who decide to read, but are not familiar with canon for this story, here is some background (which I have also tried to incorporate as much as possible into the fic itself): MC (default name, Vicky Walker, but for various reasons, I decided to create an OC instead) is killed in a car crash. However, instead of ‘simply’ dying, she is offered the choice to become an immortal and join the Angels & Demons Academy (located in Heaven) and train to become either an angel or a demon (your choices in the game actually affect your path — prior to choosing an eventual side, you are referred to as an ‘Unclaimed’). As part of her training, MC is sent down to Earth to complete assignments that require her to influence humans into making various choices… however, MC is also secretly trying to investigate the circumstances of her (highly suspicious) death. Also, for the purposes of this universe, Lucifer is the demon son of Satan and Lilith (not a fallen angel as per Biblical canon). Dino, Sammy and Fencio are true-born angels (don’t ask about the names), Mimi and Adi are true-born demons. Both angels and demons (and Unclaimed) are anthropomorphic and have wings; however, when they go down to Earth, they disguise themselves in human form. Hope that helps! 🤗
Devil May Care
“Ah, there you are…”
Jerking my gaze away from Dino, I spot Sammy’s human form standing a few feet away.
“Sorry,” I say, quickly wiping the remnants of the wetness from my face. “I… I just needed a minute.”
Sammy nods in understanding. “If it’s any consolation, the fact that you care is a good thing. It shows you still have your humanity. No death should be treated lightly, yet most demons… and a fair number of angels have lost sight of that. But it’s a strength. Don’t let Adi or Mimi tell you otherwise.”
“Thanks, Sammy…” I say with a sniffle, forcing myself to stand.
“Any time,” he acknowledges with a lop-sided smirk. “But we should get going.”
“Yes. It is time to return,” confirms Dino, coming to stand beside me.
As if on cue, the air begins to thicken around us, and a familiar crackle of energy raises the hairs on my arms. Glancing up, I see the very fabric of the night sky stretch and strain as an otherworldly wind whips the now-familiar bridge between the dimensions into shape.
Dino steps into the centre of the maelstrom first, lifting into the air as the vortex sucks him back to the ethereal realm.
“See you on the other side,” Sammy winks as he leaps after the other angel.
With a heavy exhale, I shove my hands into the pockets of my biker jacket, and force myself to move towards the epicentre of the storm.
Finding myself back on Earth in the wake of my death hadn’t been easy the first time, and it sure as hell hasn’t gotten any easier the second time either. Because even though everyone at the Academy keeps reminding me that my mortal life is well and truly over, and there is no going back, for whatever inexplicable reason I can’t seem to accept my new-found providence.
And coming back here — to the human realm — just feels like a massive kick in the gut each and every time… Like a kid being taunted with everything they can’t have from the other side of a toy store window. A cruel reminder of what that was wrenched away from me. My friends… My family… Even myself.
The undeniable force of the vortex tugs at my clothes, trying to lift me skywards, but I find myself fighting it.
Maybe because my death had been thrust upon me with such shocking suddenness… giving me no time to prepare, much less come to terms with it before I fell into the world of angels and demons. Maybe because the grief I saw etched into my father’s face has woven itself into the threads of my soul as well, reinforcing the harshness of the truth that we got cheated out of what could have been left of our precious, irretrievable time together. Or maybe it’s because I know that my killer is still out there, living it up despite the crime he committed against me, free from punishment, free from the scythe of justice.
The tip of my finger brushes against the folded letter buried in my pocket.
Since picking it up outside of my house a few days ago — though, to be fair, I have no idea how time converted between Earth and the angelic realm, so for all I know, it could’ve been years since my last visit – I’ve carried the piece of paper with me everywhere. In part because I don’t want anyone finding it and wondering how I managed to get my hands on it in the first place… As given that we aren’t supposed to interact with mortals outside of our given assignments, I am not particularly interested in the chewing out that is no doubt in store for me if someone decides to rat on me. But also, in part because I cannot let what happened to me go… and desperately crave answers.
Digging my heels in on the edge of the swirling whirlpool of energy, I pull the letter out…
…but as if by fate, the square of paper is ripped from my grasp by a particularly vicious gust of wind.
“No…!” I gasp, throwing myself heedlessly after my only lead.
The letter zooms around the circumference of the vortex — like a hapless butterfly riding the edge of a tornado — and begins to track upwards, ever further from my reach…
But just as it’s on the verge of vanishing into the void, it is suddenly snatched out of the air with inhuman speed and precision.
I stumble to stop, mouth agape and arm outstretched like some drunken ballerina as I lay eyes on the dark form on the other side of the vortex.
Crap…
Of all the possible ways this screw-up could’ve gone, this is — hands down — the worst.
As even in human skin… without the horned wings gathered around him like a dark halo, or the pulsing, ethereal tattoos that seem to constantly shift along the visible surface of his skin… there is no mistaking the raw power emanating from the being standing across from me.
Lucifer cocks a lazy brow in my direction as he holds the note up. “Lost something, have we?”
His eyes meets mine, and in spite of the distance separating us, I feel the full heat of the fire that burns in his demonic gaze scorch into me like the blade of a hot knife.
And despite drawing upon every ounce of my willpower to prevent it from happening, I feel an incriminating blush rise up my cheeks.
A slow smile curves at his lips. “I thought so…”
“Give it back!” I snap, my momentary embarrassment morphing instantly into anger… even though I know in the back of my mind this is exactly the reaction he is probably looking to goad me into.
Because I am angry. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to arm someone like Lucifer with such potent ammunition to use against me. Angry with him for the fact that he managed to sneak up on me like this in the first place.
But most of all, my heart is still bleeding for that little girl who died a senseless death mere minutes ago… and the knowledge that I had been complicit in it.
And I cannot keep a latch on the tidal wave of red rising over me. Nor do I really want to.
I have already cried a river on the bench with Dino — commiserating not just for the fate of the girl, but for the fucked up situation I now find myself in as well — and I have no tears left. Just raw, frothing rage at the inherent unjustness of the world, at the flippant and uncaring attitude of my fellow immortals who see humans as mere pawns on their eternal chess board, and my own powerlessness in the face of forces and rules that I don’t yet fully understand, but which I’m being steered to blindly conform to anyway.
And the arrogant demon standing in front of me is just as good a scapegoat for my ire as any.
“Or what?” he taunts, sliding his thumb slowly across the paper… taunting me shamelessly with the missive he now holds in his hand.
Something inside of me snaps and I launch myself at him with a wordless yell.
But the vortex has apparently had enough of being kept on hold by my indecision, and before I’ve made it two steps, I find myself being sucked up to go careening through time and space like a discombobulated pinball.
“Damn it!” I cuss as I’m tugged through the shimmering funnel against my will.
I had one chance to make some much-needed progress on figuring out who killed me and why, and I’ve managed to blow it.
And who knows when I’ll have the opportunity to try again? Or even if I’ll be able to try again…
As knowing Lucifer — the literal Spawn of Satan — he’ll end up throwing me under the bus the moment we get back to the Academy… just for perverse kicks.
“Asshole…” I gripe under my breath as I feel the speed of the vortex slow, indicating that my unplanned trip is about to come to an end.
But as my feet touch down once more, it is not back at the Academy where I find myself. Instead, I’m standing outside of a building that looks very much like a police station… in my hometown.
“Huh…”
Dino had mentioned previously that destinations in the vortex are set by one’s intentions.
Since I had been so focused on the letter — which my father had received from the lead detective assigned to my case — the vortex must’ve thought this is where I had wanted to go.
And I’m not about to look an unexpected gift horse in the mouth.
Knowing that I didn’t have a lot of time before my classmates — and Fencio! — notice my absence back in the angelic realm, I hurry across the street.
Taking the steps two at a time, I shove myself through the revolving door and step into the station. Luckily, I have the contents of the letter memorised, given that I no longer have it in my possession, so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to blag my way through this with some semblance of grace.
The receptionist manning the counter looks up at my arrival. “Can I help you?”
“Erm… Yes,” I confirm, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I step forward. “I’m looking for DC Lawton. He was heading up the Hart case…?”
I cross my fingers behind my back, hoping against hope that it’s only been mere weeks and not decades since my death, and the police are still investigating.
The receptionist takes a moment to consult her computer. “Yes. He should still be in.”
A relieved breath bursts out of me. Another break!
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Not exactly…” I admit. “But… I do have some information relating to the case that he needs to hear.”
The woman behind the desk studies me for a long moment, no doubt wondering what a petite Korean girl wearing pink pigtails and spiked leather could possibly have to contribute to a homicide investigation… given that that is the mortal skin I am currently masquerading around in.
But she nevertheless seems to take me at my word. “Down the hall, second door on the left.”
“Thank you!” I blurt, already turning away.
Speedwalking past the desk and down the corridor, I locate the correct door and push down on the handle without knocking.
The lone man occupying the room barely glances up from his stack of papers at the sound of my arrival. “Yeah?”
“DC Lawton?” I ask, stepping into the room.
“That’s what it says on the name plaque,” he grunts, indicating the front of his desk.
“Great!” I exclaim, moving up to him. “I…”
I trail off, realising that I haven’t actually planned out what I was going to say when I got here. As I can’t exactly reveal that I am the dead victim from one of his case files, come to demand answers about the circumstances of the car crash that killed her.
The detective raises his head, waiting for a response..
I take a deep breath. “I hear you’re the lead investigator on the Hart case.”
He nods. “That’s right. And you are?”
“An interested party,” I admit. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.
His brows furrow, no doubt in response to the same train of thought that chugged down the tracks of the receptionist’s mind earlier. “What kind of interested party?”
Shit…
I’m not sure exactly how I had expected this conversation to go, but it definitely wasn’t like this.
But then I remember that I’m not a mere human anymore…
And I’m not willing to leave empty-handed.
Ditching any rational approach, I scrunch my face up in pretend grief as I flop dramatically into the chair at the side of the detective’s desk. “I didn’t want to say anything before because I didn’t want anyone to know… especially my parents… but I can’t keep it in anymore and I need to tell someone!”
DC Lawton startles slightly at my unexpected and borderline theatrical flip of composure. “Keep what in anymore?”
I slap an aggrieved hand onto his. “That Devon and I were in a relationship!”
The detective’s eyes widen in shock, and I use his momentary surprise to lock my gaze with his, just like we practiced back at the Academy.
The physical contact, combined with the suddenly unrestricted access to the window of his soul, allows me to breach the energetic wall encasing his body, and dive right into the hidden recesses of his mind.
Yes! It worked!
But I force myself to curtail my celebration, knowing that I need to focus all my attention on maintaining the delicate connection with the man sitting in front of me.
“You must help me, Detective,” I urge, tightening my hold on his hand.
DC Lawton looks somewhat dazed — like he’s been whacked over the back of the head — but at the sound of my voice, his pupils dilate eagerly. “How can I help?”
“The girl in the Hart case that you’re investigating… she was run off the road. Do you know by who?”
“No,” he intones, his voice slightly groggy. “The vehicle was a rental. A black minivan. I haven’t had a chance to talk to the rental company yet…”
“Which rental company?” I press.
“Global Drive,” he says. “The license plate is NYK 357.”
“Can you write that all down for me?”
He lifts his pen up with a nod to scribble onto a Post-It. “Your hand is so warm…”
“Thanks,” I say, snatching the note from him and breaking off the contact in the process.
He blinks up at me rapidly. “Any time…?”
Jumping up from the chair, I turn to dash out of the room…
…and nearly trip over my own feet when I come face to face with the glowering form leaning against the door jamb.
“What th—?”
Lucifer’s lips curl back to reveal teeth. “I should have you racked in the Pits.”
An involuntary shiver runs down my spine at his words. Not because of the sinister nature of the threat — I’ve been to Hell, and it certainly is no picnic! — but because I can see from the tight set of his jaw that he is actively considering carrying it out.
I force myself to meet his burning gaze head-on. “Well, unfortunately for you, I didn’t end up in Hell when I died. So, you don’t get to make that call.”
“No,” he growls back. “But your flagrant disregard for the rules makes you a liability, and I refuse to take the fall for you.”
“Well, maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to follow me,” I hit back, bumping him with my shoulder as I shove past him on my way out of the room.
His hand shoots out to latch around my arm with a vice-like grip, and suddenly I find myself nose-to-nose with him.
“I didn’t follow you,” he hisses into my face, his coal-black irises alight with the very fires of Hell. “The vortex brought me here because you can’t keep hold of your own fucking trash.”
“It’s not trash!” I spit back. “It’s—“
“Was it worth it?”
The question — and the sudden change in his tone — catches me off guard.
I blink in confusion, wondering if I maybe misheard him. But while his piercing gaze is still locked onto me with the same degree of ferociousness as a moment ago, behind the raging inferno of irritation glimmers a genuine spark of curiosity.
“Maybe,” I concede tightly, trying to get a read on him.
As demons, I’ve learnt, are inherent wildcards. Unpredictable at the best of times, and downright diabolical at the worst. Which means their whims and whiles can change at the drop of a hat, and it is dangerous to get caught in a compromising position with them.
Which — unfortunately — is exactly where I have managed to find myself with Lucifer. Trapped in a corner, with him holding all the trumps. So, I don’t want to admit any more than I strictly have to.
He rakes his hot gaze over me one more time — as if trying to catch me out in a lie — before pulling back slightly.
“Hmm… Not a complete waste of wings then…”
I wrench my arm from his grasp. “Fuck you.”
I swear I hear a snort of amusement escape him as I stomp away… But I resist the urge to sucker punch him. He is not worth it, and I have better things to do with my limited time on Earth anyway.
Glancing down at the Post-It in my hand, I can see that DC Lawton has been kind enough to scrawl down the address of the rental centre… and that it is only a few blocks away.
Which is a blessing, given that I don’t have any money on me with which to hail a cab or jump on a bus, and our lessons at the Academy have yet to cover how to magically hotwire a car.
So, walking it is. At least the physical exertion will give me a chance to blow off some steam.
Shoving the note into my pocket, I push through the revolving doors of the station, and back out onto the street. Pausing for a second to get my bearings – it’s been a while since I last frequented this part of town, having spent the preceding four years of my mortal life off at college – I quickly rake through my mental map of the neighbourhood before setting off to the right.
Except, I don’t even make it to the end of the block before I feel a tell-tale prick in the back of my neck. Glancing over my shoulder, my stomach drops as I catch sight of Lucifer a few yards behind me.
Gritting my teeth, I pick up my pace, hoping that it’s merely an unfortunate coincidence that he happens to be going in the same direction as me.
But it seems that I am in no such luck, as he’s still tailing me two blocks later, like an annoying black fly that I cannot seem to shake, no matter how hard I try.
With the result that by the time I get to the next crosswalk, my cool has evaporated completely, and instead of crossing the road in front of me, I end up rounding on him like a rabid pitbull.
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite!”
My outburst seems to catch him off-guard. But whatever jump I may have managed to get on him is fleeting at best, and in the next instant, he’s up in my face again, teeth bared and hackles raised. “Watch your tongue, Unclaimed. Before I rip it out of your mouth.”
“Oh, the truth hurts, does it?” I snip up at him.
“You don’t know the meaning of pain,” he grits, his hand snapping around the base of my throat.
My eyes narrow. “I know more than you think.”
“No. You don’t.” The flames in his eyes lick over me contemptuously. “And your arrogance will get you killed. Permanently.”
“Bet you’d love to be the one to do it, too,” I goad with a humourless smile.
I know I’m playing with hellfire. But I don’t care. I didn’t ask for this life, and I’m still not convinced I want it. So, if Lucifer is willing to put me out of my misery, then so be it. Being who he is, I’m sure he has the means… and I’ve just handed him the opportunity on a silver platter.
The Prince of Darkness stares at me for what feels like an age, his hand wrapped around my throat, face a mere breath from mine, his gaze simmering as if trying to read my very soul.
“Unlike you, angel, I’m not that stupid,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. His hand drops from my neck as he steps abruptly past me.
“Then why are you still here?” I demand, whirling around after him.
He stops a few feet away, shoulders tense. But when he looks back at me, rather than anger or annoyance, it’s that devilish grin playing at his lips again. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the show.”
“Eugh!” I grit, throwing my hands up in the air as I plow past him.
Conceited, egotistical, patronising bastard! Why can’t he fall back into the Seventh Circle of Hell, where he fucking—
I’m so incessed that I end up storming right by the rental centre… and have to retrace my steps from the other end of the block to correct my mistake.
So, by the time I arrive back at the correct entranceway, my mood is even more foul than when I left the police station.
“Save it,” I spit as I reach the still-smirking form of Lucifer, leaning against the metal fence post of the lot.
His brow arches. “Did you hear me—?”
I flip him off in no uncertain terms as I stride past without a backwards glance.
He wants to stick around? Fine. But that doesn’t mean I need to be nice to him. Hell will have to freeze over first.
Arriving at the first row of parked cars, I pull the Post-It out from my pocket and begin scanning the plates, looking for the black van.
“Good afternoon, miss. Can I help you find anything in particular?”
Looking up, I see a suited man with a combover and a name tag looking at me expectantly. The rental rep, by the looks of him.
“Yes, actually,” I affirm. “I’m looking for a black minivan.”
“You have come to the right place,” he tells me with an eager smile as he starts to lead me to the other side of the lot. “Global Drive stocks the largest selection of rental vans available for hire in the area, and we’re happy to accommodate both long- and short-term requirements. Are you moving, by any chance?”
“Huh?” I’d been too busy trying to match the van plates to the number on the Post-It that I totally missed the question.
The rep’s smile falters slightly. “Since your interest is in a minivan, am I correct to assume that y—?”
“No.”
Both mine and the rep’s gaze snap around to land on the hulking presence of Lucifer, who has managed to slither up behind us without either of us noticing.
“We’re not planning on renting it,” he adds, with what I can only deduce is his interpretation of an angelic smile.
My stomach drops. Oh, no…
The rep frowns. “Then why—?”
“Because this lovely young lady is of the belief that she may have left a rather intimate item in one of your vans following a recent excursion of ours. And she’s desperate to retrieve it.”
“Oh, well of course!" agrees the rep. “We pride ourselves on—"
“It’s lacy… And expensive…” Lucifer clarifies with a sly look. “And probably lodged between the—”
“The point is!” I interject loudly, my cheeks burning with mortification despite the fact that the entire story is a shameless lie. “We would like to take a look in the van. The plate number was NYK 357.”
The demeanour of the rep suddenly shifts. “Umm… Are you certain?”
“Yes,” I say, laying a hand on his arm to try and sway him like I did the detective. “Very—”
The rep snatches his arm away. “I’m going to need to see some ID. I cannot allow access to the vehicles without verifying that—”
I reach towards him again. “Surely that’s not necessary… We just want to take a quick peek, and—”
“He’s going to bolt…” breathes Lucifer in my ear.
I flick my head away irately. “Shut—”
But the rep has already turned tail and fled.
“Damn it!” I grit.
“Told you,” Lucifer smirks down at me.
I give him an annoyed shove. “He only did that because of you! If you hadn’t stuck your nose in it, I would’ve—”
“I did nothing,” he counters tersely, the coals of his eyes flaring in warning. “Your attempt to influence him was doomed from the start. But you were too obstinate to notice.”
“Obstinate!” I cry. “You were breathing in my ear!”
“And did you like it?” he purrs, suddenly all up in my space again as he flips the tables on me with diabolical speed.
“No,” I snort, turning pointedly away.
Asshole…
He deliberately sabotaged my attempt to establish a connection with the rental rep. Whether for his own perverse enjoyment — like the Devil temping Eve in the Garden — or whether for some more sinister reason, it doesn’t matter. The end result is the same. And I have no clue how I’m going to be able to salvage this rapidly snowballing clusterfuck, given that I am already working on borrowed time.
But I know I have to try. I’ve somehow managed to make it this far, in spite of the successive obstacles Lucifer’s thrown in my way, and I refuse to give that bastard the satisfaction of believing that I’m going to let him win whatever one-sided game he’s playing.
“He is gay.”
I stumble to a stop. “Say what?”
Lucifer is standing in front of me, blocking the way to the door of the rental centre. “The rental rep. He is gay. That is why your feeble attempts to influence him didn’t work.”
“Yeah… Right…” I snap, trying to push past him. I’m not falling for whatever kind of trick this is supposed to be.
He grabs my arm. “Check that attitude before I check it for you, Unclaimed. Because you’re not going to like my methods…”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I hit back. “Because based on what I’ve seen of your ‘methods’, they are mediocre at best.”
His eyes flash in fury. “You’ve seen nothing, angel…”
“I’m not an angel,” I deride, wrenching my arm from his grasp.
He scoffs. “Well, you’re certainly no demon. The way you’re floundering around like—”
I catch sight of something through the window. “Oh, no…”
Lucifer jerks his gaze over his shoulder…
…and before I can blink, he’s vanished into the rental centre, the glass door flapping wildly in his wake.
Catching the handle on the out-swing, I dash after him as fast as my stiletto boots can carry me… and an involuntary gasp escapes me as I lay eyes on the scene in front of me.
The rental rep is pressed up against the wall, his feet dangling a good foot off the ground as Lucifer holds him suspended with the hand locked around his neck. The phone that I’d spotted the rep frantically trying to dial a moment ago lies shattered on the floor.
“Please…” begs the man, clawing desperately at the fingers that are squashing his trachea. “I—“
“Shut up,” growls Lucifer, shoving the rep higher. “You have exactly two seconds to tell us everything we need to know before I rip your throat out. And if you even think about lying… Well, you don’t even want to go there…”
The rep blanches visibly. “Anything! I’ll… I’ll tell you anything! Please, just—“
“Ask him,” Lucifer barks without even a glance in my direction.
I take a shaky step forward. “We… We’re looking for the driver who rented the black van. License plate—”
“I… I know…” croaks the rep, his face starting to redden from the lack of oxygen. “I worked the shift and… and remember him. He never bought the van back…”
My throat tightens painfully. Because he rammed me off the road…
“Who was he?” demands Lucifer.
“Not… local,” the man rasps, struggling for breath. “Gave a hotel as an address… Hotel… Hotel Aphrodite. And his name… His name sounded strange… almost French. But he didn’t speak—”
“To Hell with all that,” comes the short-tempered command. “Give us the fucking name.”
“Am-Amidi Laurent!”
Lucifer drops the rep like a sack of trash. “You got that?”
“Yeah…” I confirm tightly, watching the man wheeze on the floor.
“Good,” he grits. “Let’s go.”
Without giving me a say in the matter, he grabs my wrist to haul me out the door.
I stumble after him like a witless marionette, trying to process what I just witnessed.
Lucifer… Willing to kill… For me…?
The concept simply does not compute.
“Happy now?”
The sound of Lucifer’s voice wrenches me from the whirlpool of my thoughts…
…and looking up, I find that we’re back out on the street, just around the corner from the rental centre.
“I…” I glance back in the direction of Global Drive with a lump in my throat. “Why did you do that?”
“To save time,” he replies dispassionately. “And get the truth out of him.”
“Yeah… But…” A shiver courses through me at the ease with which he’d immobilised the rep… The ease with which he’d threatened him. “Why?”
Lucifer lets out an exasperated exhale. “Hell’s bells, you Unclaimed are dense sometimes… Because that’s what you wanted.”
I gape at him, stupefied. This must be some kind of fever dream…
“Don’t I get a thank you?”
The simplicity of his question knocks me off kilter completely.
My eyes lift to his almost on their own volition, and I find him gazing down at me silently, intently… like a cat waiting to see in which direction the mouse will jump.
Except there is no malice or mockery in his gaze. Just plain old curiosity once again.
And because my tongue has become stuck in my throat, and after everything that’s just happened, my mind is a non-functioning mess, I do the stupidest thing imaginable…
…and reach up to kiss him on the cheek.
He stiffens — probably just as shocked by what’s happening as I would be if I could think coherently right now. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t laugh or pull away. He simply stands, still as a statue, hardly even drawing breath.
I have no idea how long we stay there, frozen in time with my lips pressed against his jaw — the heat of his skin burning me even through the dampener of his mortal guise — before we finally break apart.
I turn quickly away, face flushed and heart hammering, not being able to bring myself to look him in the eye for fear of what I might find there.
Oh, Christ… What the hell did I just do?
The story continues in Devil You Know
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put Ghosts dob(?) in a natal chart for a thing.... NICE I liKEEE it i feel like it fits
(Lighthearted lil post but) TW: Reference to violence and anger issues
an unserious rusty read/translation: Pisces Lilith (the 'dark core' one) for that intense core puppydog heart, unwavering loyalty and romantic lens for those close to him and the ability to enjoy/justify horrific acts of violence (+having a skull for a mask wtf) ((copium)) Taurus Mercury (communication) for his blunt, charged, 'grounded' tone, stable humour/consistent communications, reserved/stubbornness in admitting love Scorpio Mars (sex/will/anger) cuz hes an intense stare into your soul ride or die bitch, anger issues, pleasure/gratification in violence, decisive thinking, revenge feeding Taurus Venus (love) whole and simple in love, ur good or ur not. sometimes quiet and too unquestioningly loyal about it, takes great pleasure in his vices/self-expression Capricorn Moon (feels) unbreaking and calculative. ambitious, disciplined, good at shit, does the shit. stressful disconnect between logical duty and deeper feelings
~in general all the surface Earth signs (Capricorn & Taurus) keep him presentable, (too) reliable, stable and effective, but he's ultimately driven intensely by very deeply feeling, indulgent water signs that rock the stable facade, all pure emotional motivations bleeding thru + hence the Taurus/Scorpio combo making him this personable uberloyal uberindulgent beast of a Thing, only really leashed but simultaneously enabled via logical justification of Capricorn
#astrology is a bunch of bs but its fun#old special interest#simon ghost riley#cod ghost#simon riley#cod#i used 18 may 1984 or something#this was fun#64sshit
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How To Lose A Lucifer in 10 Days. 8 [Appleradio, radioapple]
Step 8: Become acquainted with him
Charlie looked the hour on her phone again, frowning over her mismatched eyes. Emily didn't seem less concerned at her side. Neither of them had touched much of the waffles that Lucifer had prepared for everyone in the table. He couldn't say he didn't understand it either. Ever since coming to that place, Alastor had always been first at the kitchen, preparing something for himself or his daughters.
"Oh, come on, don't worry so much" said, bringing the syrup. He rubbed the shoulder of Charlie, smiling with what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. "I am sure he is just tired after all that killing from yesterday. All those sinners and then dinner can really have a guy bloated, you know?"
"Is that the case with the Alastor of your world?" asked Charlie, not really convinced. "I don't remember the last time dad went off like that for so long."
"Oh, but that is Alastor we are talking about" tried Lucifer, sitting in front of the girls. "To him all that violence must be like the most relaxing spa day anyone can have. He must just be snorting away on his bed as we speak."
Honestly, he couldn't blame the guy if he was just oversleeping or just really needed some extra time before facing the rest of the day. Both of those would be the least that he could expect from anyone on the situation he was in, that he had no issue admitting was even worse than his. At least he got to be with Lilith during the whole pregnancy with Charlie. He didn't had to live with the potential and very real stress of thinking about having a kid without his partner, and couldn't imagine it either.
"Maybe I should go check on him" suggested Emily, standing up.
"Honey, we should just let him rest" said Lucifer, when suddenly he saw the proverbial red sinner calmly coming in, accompanied by a soft melody that seemed to originate from the air itself around him.
"Good morning, everyone!" Alastor, looking noticeable refreshed up and more relaxed than in the last few days, saw at the table where everyone had their plates full already. "Ah, I overslept it seems!" commented, just when Emily crushed against him and gave him a strong hug.
Lucifer cringed to himself before remembering that no, no, Alastor was way too early for things like that having the potential to do anything for the baby. There was barely a fetus at all that first stage. The fact that he even thought about it almost bothered him as much as the easy soft smile Alastor had for Emily as he patted his head.
"My dear, what is that for?" said, rising an eyebrow. "I just wanted to indulge in my beauty sleep a little longer, that is all. All that excitement of yesterday had me exhausted."
"That is what Lucifer said" Emily sighed, missing the look that Alastor threw to Lucifer as he pretended to be very interested on cutting his own waffles. "We were worried for a second there. You did seem a bit tense yesterday."
"Oh, that must have been the calling of the bed coming early than usual for me. A tired demon is a cranky one, after all" declared Alastor easily, making a flick of his wrist as he went to make his coffee. "Today is a different story. I feel optimistic if nothing else. I had the most marvelous idea last night. Since that stone Vaggie got for Charlie was so effective for what it did" said, throwing a glance to Angel, who threw a flying kiss in his direction as he took selfies with his new phone. Every day the pornstar came around with something new and expensive that the old man that hired him paid for, all for the low low effort of Angel either completely ignoring him while on the same space or insulting him ruthlessly. A dream opportunity he was more than happy to share about if given the chance, "I was thinking, maybe it could serve to our purposes as well? At the very least, it couldn't hurt to try, right? I believe our friend Stolas must know a thing or two about that we could use."
"Oh" said Charlie, both relieved and surprised to see him like that. Lucifer was just confused. She looked over to Vaggie to confirm if she didn't had any more information they could use and when her girlfriend shook her head, she nodded at Alastor. "Sure, I guess I can send him a text and see what he has to say."
"Please do, little fawn" Alastor smiled wider at her until the sides of his eyes crinkled and Charlie couldn't help but to smile back at him, before turning to her phone.
"Ah, my tea. I forgot to make my tea" commented Lucifer, scrambling to get another neutral mug that wasn't the duckie one and putting more water to boil next to where Alastor was. The music around him was still sounding soft and the demon was humming with the melody, unbothered even when Lucifer cleared his throat. From there, they were at a good enough distance for anyone at the table to hear them. "Hey. So. I don't know how to say this in any other way, so I am just going to come out and say it. Are you okay?"
"I am perfectly well, your Majesty" said Alastor with a pleasant tone behind. "Why I wouldn't be?"
Lucifer stared at him like he couldn't believe the audacity. He had no idea if the guy was really a better actor he gave him credit for or what, but if it was the first case then he was more disturbed than impressed. More so because Alastor genuinely seemed more calm now than how he was yesterday, especially after coming back from the Sloth ring.
"Are you actually kidding me?" asked Lucifer.
"Fair enough" Alastor shrugged and turned to him, hands on his back. "I have come to the conclusion that the way we are going about this has not been the most productive it could have been."
"Oh, really?" Lucifer was too surprised by this turn to come out with anything more witty than that.
Alastor nodded.
"Indeed. Seeing as our goals align, I propose a… how do I say it? Cease of fire. I am not saying anything about friends, but how about neutral acquantences who just so happen to live under the same roof and tolerate each other's presence?"
Lucifer looked at him up and down, but wasn't seeing the common tales of some kind of trick coming.
"Is this because of what I did last night?" asked in a lower voice. "Because if so, I was going to help you regardless. Just so we are both clear on that. I don't need you to like me to not want to harm an innocent. I may be the devil, but I like to think I am not a dick like that either."
Alastor cleared his throat, returning to his coffee.
"It's part of it" admitted after a while. "But more than anything, it's a waste of both our times, wouldn't you say?" Finished with the pot, Alastor served himself on his mug and heated it up with his magic. Lucifer saw the liquid bubbling on the surface. "Whatever issue you have with your own Alastor has nothing to do with me. Just like you being here instead of my husband wasn't your choice. I therefore offer a white flag so we can finally concentrate on what matters the most. What do you say, your Highness?"
"Are you high?" asked Lucifer, looking closely at his pupils. Maybe one of the pills of Bel were doing a too good job. "I won't mind if you are, just want to know"
Alastor closed his eyes for a moment, as if conjuring patience.
"No, your Majesty" said finally, keeping the same casual smile he had since coming. "I just had a good night of sleep and an idea. Sometimes that is all you need to face the day with a new perpective."
"Right" Lucifer stared at him, but couldn't find where was the trick, if there was any. After a beat he sighed, scratching his neck. "I mean… sure. I might had a bit of a part in starting with the wrong foot."
"You think?" Alastor casually took a sip of boiling coffee as Lucifer frowned.
"Oh, come on, don't act as if you were completely innocent either!" He blinked. "And how is that a cease of fire?"
"A little bit of banter never harmed anyone" commented Alastor with half a smirk. "I do really meant it, sir. We can both be adults about this until everyone is back where they belong, don't we?"
Lucifer narrowed his eyes. Eventually he just had to let his shoulder fall.
"Sure" sighed, brushing his hair back. "Just acquantances, right?"
Alastor nodded. He let pass a tasteful second as he drank his coffe before talking again, without lifting his eyes from the brown liquid.
"By the way, I might need a recharge of magic sooner than later."
"What, so soon?" Lucifer threw a look to the table, where everyone was trapped on their own conversations, and lowered his voice again. "Why? I thought Bel said that one for week was enough?"
Alastor casually shrugged his shoulders.
"Some rascals came last night trying to attack the hotel and I had to stop them as part of my job."
"They did?" Lucifer frowned, recounting last night. He had stayed scrolling on his phone until he fell asleep with the device still on his hand. "I didn't hear anything."
Alastor smiled indulgently. As if of course he wasn't going to hear anything because of a defiency on his part, but he forgave him for it anyway. The prick.
"I pride myself on my eficiency as the protector of my daughter's hotel, your Majesty. It wouldn't be very responsible of me if I let everyone at the hotel wake up for a minor inconvenience such as that" He took another sip, casually tiping his claws on his red mug. "After dinner works for you?"
Lucifer tilted his head, wondering why he had a nagging sensation there was something else there. Then he looked down to the stomach of the tall demon and felt embarassed for himself. This favor wasn't for Alastor, not even for his Lucifer, but someone else that deserved to at least grow up.
"Fine" said, swallowing. "But you know, you should probably take it easy. I don't mind helping, with that or taking out threats if needed."
"Duly noted. Glad we could reach an agreement" said Alastor with a simple nod, before going to the table and kiss the head of Charlie before taking his seat. The rest of the residents had already gone out to start their respective days. "Any news, little fawn?"
Charlie finished eating the piece of waffle on her mouth and read off her phone.
"Well, Stolas says that the stones are actually called origin stones. Apparently they are made with the soil where papa first fell, which is the reason why they are so rare and powerful."
"Really?" asked Lucifer, as he reunited with them with a new cup of tea. "I never knew that was a thing."
"Stolas says that they were created by the first alchemists who reached hell, once they realized they still couldn't make a philosopher stone."
"Ah, that explains it" said Lucifer. "Alchemists are the worst kind of sinners to talk to. They always try to make you drink their latest experiment."
"Apparently, the less common alchemy became on Earth, so did the stones in hell. The person who gave it to Carmilla in the first place might not know what it was" commented Charlie to her girlfriend.
"I was starting to think that as well" said Vaggie. "They treated it more like it was a expensive novelty and not a reality bending thing. I don't think they would have gave it away so easily if they knew."
"The majority of people wouldn't know in the first place" said Alastor casually. "With something that powerful, other people would have abused it already until there was nothing of that resource left. That could be an advantage for us because means less competition for finding them. It also means less immediate information about them. Your Majesty" said, turning his attention to Lucifer finally, "I know there is an Ars Goetia for practically everything there could be. Isn't there one that could have a talent for finding those stones?
"Mmm" Lucifer racked his mind. He was 80% sure there was at least five of them, but couldn't remember their names off the top of his head. "I am going to have to ask Asmodeus" finally admitted with a sigh. "He is closer to the Goetias than me."
"Could you do that now?" asked Alastor just when Lucifer was drinking his tea. "I would like to talk with my daughters in private for a moment."
"Uh" Lucifer threw a glance to Charlie, sending him a little smile, and he couldn't say no to that. Not that he was planning to vehemently refuse the suggestion anyway. He could understand the concept of a family matter. Maybe Alastor had changed his mind about not telling about the baby and if so, the last thing he wanted was to intrude on that. "Of course."
He took out his phone and walked to the garden, whose doors was at the back of the kitchen. Once he heard the crystal door closing behind the king greeting the embodiment of Lust, Alastor sighed.
"Uh, should I go out too?" Vaggie was half standing up and half sitting, waiting for confirmation.
"You can stay" said Alastor after a moment of silence. "You were going to deduce it anyway later. I would hope so at least" Before Charlie could reprimend him, he continued: "I managed to contact Lucifer last night. My Lucifer."
Charlie audibly gasped, gripping to his arm.
"How?! Is he okay?! How is he doing?! Does he misses us? Are they looking for the stones too? Are they close to find them? How long is he going to take?" Charlie was shaking him with each question, not letting herself breath between them, until Alastor put a hand on top of her. She stared at it and then at him, her question for her papa still spilling out of her eyes.
"He is okay" assured, patting her hand. "He misses all of us. It was actually his idea to look more those stones. Today they should be looking into it on their side. As for how" added, seeing Charlie about to insist, "it was through our contract. There is a clause about how we are connected no matter the realm we are at, so that allowed him to contact me. Unfortunately that also means I can't contact him myself. He has to initiate."
Charlie let out the biggest sigh. Emily wasn't far behind, letting her head hang between her arms. Vaggie frowned for a moment looking at him until suddenly her eye opened up wide. No doubt realizing now with who their Lucifer had the soul contract that this other one had failed to call upon that first night. That plus him talking about a contract instead of just a deal should tip her off.
Alastor would have rather not make her know at all, just like he didn't want to advertise his connection to Lucifer for the rest of hell, but it was already too late for that. That night he should have asked Charlie to take her out of the kitchen. Instead he let his own concern for what still could be a brainwashed husband overrule his precaution.
"Thank goodness" said Emily. "That is amazing news then! We can keep tabs on each other to make sure we are all on the right path."
Alastor nodded.
"Their time luckily moves the same as ours. We agreed he would call me an hour before midnight. You can come to greet him tonight if you want."
Charlie and Emily of course wanted to. Vaggie seemed to assume she wasn't coming, but Charlie insisted she should be able to participate as well and then both of them looked at Alastor, who just shrugged slightly as his response. If Charlie really wanted to include her on things about the family, then he didn't really believe he had a way to disuade her. At least he had already made his husband agree to not mention anything about the baby to them.
The thing right at that moment was to gather news to tell him in the first place. When the Lucifer they were stuck with came back, Alastor had already asked them again to keep the contract and communication between themselves.
"Welp!" announced his presence the king, clapping his hands together. "I did got a contact through Asmodeus that maybe could help us. Does the name Vassago ring any bell for any of you?"
Alastor shook his head. There were more than fifty of those demon royal birds, how was he supposed to remember each one of them? Charlie tapped her chin as she looked at the ceiling.
"I think I may have met him during my royal presentation. He seemed nice, I think?" offered up, shrugging. "I remember him saying that dad was an impressive sinner before meeting papa."
"Ah, so he has working eyes, at least. That is good to know" said Alastor, pleased at the comment as Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"Sure, whatever. I send him a text asking when we can meet and right now he is free, so we can go."
"Oh, oh!" said Emily, perking up as she stand from her chair. "Could you leave me at Stolas's palace on the way there, please? I want to check on his library if I can find something useful too. Maybe contact with one of the alchemist that still live here in hell! We have been texting and he already said he doesn't mind! Six eyes has to be better than just four!"
"That is a good idea, sweetie" said Lucifer, smiling sincerely at her. He knew that he had no connection to her, not the same he had with Charlie already, but the fact that she was a fallen and Charlie considered her a daughter instantly made her more endearing to him. It wasn't difficult to see at all why the other Lucifer had adopted her. "If you find anything useful let us know."
"For sure. Ooh, I need my notebook!" said Emily, dissapearing through her own portal before they could say anything or suggest that she could just conjured it up.
"She prefers the written word" commented Charlie to Lucifer, as if he needed the explanation. "Um, why do we need Vassago specifically, papa?"
"Asmodeus said he was the Goetia you go to find lost things. Technically we didn't lost the stone, but if you bring the one you have he may be able to find where it came from. There is also this guy… Foras?" read Lucifer on his phone, making sure he was getting it right. All those names sounded vaguely familiar, but only vaguely without a beak associated with them. "And then Kimaris. All three can find lost things, but Asmodeus says he gets along with Vassago better so, that is our first option, I guess."
"I am bringing the stone then!" said Charlie, quickly going out to get it from her room as Vaggie sighed, picking up the table.
"And I will stay here taking care of the hotel" commented. "I hope you find it, sir" said to Alastor, who could only nod slightly as he moved to wait near the hallway.
It didn't take long for Charlie and Emily to reunite with them. Lucifer opened up the portal to Stolas's palace and let traspass. He only closed it after Emily was accepted inside, sending them a wave of her hand before dissapearing.
"Asmodeus send the location to Vassago's place" said Lucifer, opening up the point on the map on his phone.
He pressed a finger on top of it and swip beyond the screen, making a new portal in front of them. The palace on the other side was surrounded by tropical looking plants and palm trees. On the entrance, a little imp came to receive them.
"Good morning, your Majesties" greeted with a reverence. "Prince Vassago is waiting for you all. Please, follow me to his office."
They did as told, looking around the place that more was looking like a spa or resort than as an actual house. When they came to the second floor, other Goetias were coming down the stairs and they bowed quickly upon realizing Lucifer was with them. Lucifer realized rather soon that they wanted to chat with them, but one look to Alastor just behind him had them instead murmuring quick greetings as they continue their way.
"Do I want to know?" asked Lucifer, without turning. The sound of bones cracking and breaking as Alastor quickly returned to his normal form told him everything he needed to know regardless. "You know, I am still the king and those pleasanties are to be expected."
"Well, as the consort of my king and father to the princesses, I have decided that I do not care for their pleasanties" said the voice of Alastor, his voice cracking through static less and less. Lucifer wondered how the hell did the other Lucifer deal with involving someone like that on the royal family. "They are a bunch of desperate yes man that would only make us waste more time."
Lucifer was about to reply when he felt the hand of Charlie on his shoulder. He looked up to her and saw her smile gently.
"We are a little tense" said, rubbing his back. "How about we just concentrate on what we came to do? Most royals are used to dad's… character by now, so they won't think too much about it. If anything, it will probably be a way to make it seem like nothing has changed."
"My condolencies for your father" Lucifer expressed, shaking his head.
Alastor huffed behind them.
"Oh, no, it's not like that at all" added Charlie. "Some royals never fully accepted that papa married a sinner anyway. They would sometimes say stuff or try to convince papa to divorce dad. Sometimes to my face" Charlie cringed at the memory and Lucifer's eyes flared up at anyone making his baby girl feel uncomfortable. On top of that, who even thinks to say something like that in front of the child of the couple they wanted to break up? He didn't have to be a fan of the sinner in question to realize how messed up that was. "Ah, but that is just a small minority!" said quickly, reading his face. "Most of them just learned to accept it by now."
"It must have been quite a shock when your father first announce it, though" Lucifer realized, for the first time, he never thought about the logistics of what their union would have implied in this reality.
"Certainly it did. Not that any of us cared for that" said Alastor, preeming himself. "My king stood by his decision and had the power to destroy any insurrection like a insect under his boot. Of everything we went through, I would say that was one of the easiest parts."
"Is that so?" asked Lucifer, incapable of not being a little skeptical. Ever since coming to this other reality, he assumed that something very wrong must have happened to allow such an union or the Lucifer of this dimension was an entirely different person than himself, which was making the less sense the more got to see all other similarities between their realities. All his contacts still had the same phone number, for fuck's sake. So where was the difference? Why did this Lucifer ever wanted to be with this Alastor when he had the entirety of hell to chose from? "I guess I still don't know how you two even got together in the first place."
"Oh, it's the most romantic story ever!" squealed Charlie. "Dad used to tell me that one all the time when I was little" She gasped suddenly, holding her cheek. "I can totally tell you that one now! You never heard of any of them and it will be brand new to you! It's going to be so awesome! Unless you want to do it, dad? He is so good at it."
"And deny my little fawn the pleasure? I wouldn't dare" Alastor winked an eye at her and Charlie giggled.
The little imp that walked in front of them opened up a door at the end of the hallway.
"Your Majesty, his royal consort and the princess of hell, my lord" announced.
Oh, right, that still happened. This time both Lucifer and Alastor groaned, but let the little imp go without much else, lowering his head on the way out.
The so called office was a big studio drapped in red, green and yellows. A tall demon bird rised up from his chair behind a hude desk and approached them, bowing his head.
"It's my deepest honor to recieve you in my home, your Majesties" said the man, straigthen up and smiling up to the radio demon. "Alastor, sir, I heard you had gotten yourself a promotion as the new King Overlord! Congratulations are in order,I suppose! Must be quite the accomplishment after returning to us from death itself. I am correct for assuming you won't want to share the secrets of how that happened?"
"King overwhat?" whispered Lucifer to Charlie and she made a shushing sound, making a hand gesture as if insisting they could talk about it later.
It was the first time he heard about whatever position apparently this Alastor had reached already.
"Not a single word" said Alastor, obviously pleased at being recognized. "Why ruin for everyone the chance to especulate about it? Even life after death needs a bit of mystery to keep being interesting."
"That is very true. With your permission, my lord, I will in fact especulate about it" said, before seeing Lucifer, nodding his head with a smile. "Your Majesty, it's an honor that you would require my services. Although I still don't know what exactly you require of me, I would do my best to help you on whatever predicament you are facing."
Lucifer smiled a little more easily now. Despite being the first time he visited this member of the Goetia, something about his disposition told him that he in fact wanted sincerely to help, not just take advantage of whatever crumb of attention he could get from the king. After more than a millenia on his role, Lucifer had developed a more than keen nose to detect those with good qualities and those who faked them.
"Thank you, Vassago. I believe that one of your especialties is finding lost things, is it not?" asked, making a gesture for Charlie to take out her present from her box.
"Indeed it is" said the prince. "As long there is a clear directive of what we are looking, I can pinpoint it's location in any place of the seven rings."
"That is great!" said Charlie. "Uhm, hi, Vassago, sir."
"Good morning, princess."
"You too! Well, I, I mean, all of us would really super appreciate if you could find us where this stone come from" Charlie took out the stone by the chain attached to it, the white seemingly almost to glow by it's own.
"Oh!" Vassago opened up his eyes, reclining his body to examine it closer. "An origin stone, isn't it? I haven't seen one in so long ago! Although this one has been used already. You just want to know where it came from?"
"If possible, we want to locate others like it" said Alastor, looking at him with a slight tilt of his head that said he wasn't about to share the reason why.
Either understanding that or choosing to not question about it in the first place, Vassago extended his hand to Charlie.
"May I, princess? Thank you" Holding the stone in front of him, Vassago walked over to a huge cauldron on a corner of his office, barely covered by some curtains. "I can give you the last owner of this stone, the location of the bigger portion where it came from or the place where it was made. Which one would you need?"
"The bigger portion" said Lucifer, looking to Alastor for confirmation he agreed.
It didn't seem right for him to take all the shots, not when it was him who needed it the most. The radio demon seemed surprised at this, but nodded his head to give his approval anyway.
"Very well, that can be done" Under the cauldron a blue fire emerged as soon the prince pulled the fabric back, holding them with ropes at the side. Vassago made some gestures in the air. Potions of different colors and ingredients came floating from his shelf down the cauldron. A curiously citrusy smell started to linger in the air as Vassago mixed it all in without touching anything. "I promise I will return this to you exactly as you gave it to me, princess" said to Charlie, letting the stone fall to it with the rest of the chain.
As soon he did that, the dark blue color of the liquid turned into purple. Apparently it needed a couple of seconds to turn the right shade of purple, at least. When it was almost starting to lilac, Vassago took a cup from a top the cauldron and scop just enough to fill half of it. He moved to his desk, where a lamp representing each of the rings of hell in colorful rings. Dumping the content on top of it, Lucifer waited for there to be a short circut or something.
Instead, the liquid got instantly absorved by the lamp. All the rings started to glow even brighter, expanding to show different white spots across them. Two of them were on the Greed ring, another one in Wrath and two in Pride. Some of them were moving ever so slightly, while other were stuck where they were.
"Hah, eureka!" said Vassago, perking up. He made appear a piece of paper and a pen to write it all down. "Since this stone has a common origin, these are all the locations where parts of it have spread. I will write for you each of them. Oh, but I should tell you" said suddenly, pointing to the Greed ring with his pen" one of these is underwater. Do be careful if you re going to go looking for them. All other ones are on land, but I can't tell you about what surrounds them or how easily or difficult it could be to reach them."
Alastor visibly relaxed as Vassago keep writing. Charlie noticed and squeezed his arm, smiling at him. By the way Alastor returned the gesture, Lucifer was reminded that this Charlie did in fact saw the radio demon as her father all her life. It wasn't that he forgot, but it was always a bit of a shock when he saw the obvious evidence of it in front of his eyes. Thinking about any version of him raising his Charlie with him, about the sinner he knew still being able to raise the loving and wonderful young woman he knew, sounded like the start of some joke whose punchline never came.
"It's fine, we will manage" said Lucifer, pushing those ideas away. A different Alastor, a different Lucifer, neither of which had anything to do with him. With the Alastor that was back at his home, that just never would have happened, for sure.
"I don't doubt it, your Majesty" Vassago finishing putting down all the information he considered relevant and gave the paper to Lucifer. "I have one more thing to tell you" said, coming back to the cauldron to pull out the present of Charlie, completely dry and exactly as it was before falling into the concoction. "You can use this to tell you if you are coming close or not to your objective" added, extending a hand to take Charlie's and put the stone on her palm. The lamp on his desk slowly went back to normal, the rings of light seeming to deflate to their default size. "The stone now will want to get back to where it come from. The pull is going to be difficult to miss. Once the two make contact the effect of the potion will wear off, so you can come back if it's necessary."
"Thank you a lot" Charlie sighed, putting the chain around her neck to make she wouldn't miss it. "This really means a lot for us."
"My pleasure to be of service, princess" Vassago smiled to her back and turned to Lucifer. "Anything else I could do for you, your Highness?"
"For now we are good" Lucifer folded the directions and was about to put them on his chest pocket, when Alastor suddenly took it out of his hand to read them himself.
After a brief glance, the red demon put it on his own pocket and Lucifer rolled his eyes with a groan, but let it slide. Vassago tilted his head slightly seeing that little interaction. Lucifer saw the eyes of the bird demon concentrate on the engagement ring of Alastor, no doubt comparing it to the marriage one from Lucifer. He brazed himself for the inevitable questions.
They weren't planning to keep the situation a secret, but it was just easier to not go around explaining it over and over again for every person they involved on it.
"Are you sure, your Majesty?" asked Vassago, his voice becoming gentler. "My magic can help figure out problems of the past and future too, if you ever need it. Some find it really useful to deal with their issues in the present."
Was that his way to try to offer marriage council? Lucifer almost let scape the full blown laughter that he could feel bubbling up inside at the idea. He never even got to the marriage council part with Lilith before it was over!
Somehow, though, he manages to plaster a smile on his face that maybe wasn't even that convincing but whatever.
"No, no, we are fine!" said Lucifer, taking a step back from the friendly demon. "We have everything we need now, thank you."
"As you wish, your Highness" Vassago nodded his head. "Please, let me know if there is anything else that I can do."
"Sure, absolutely. Thank you, that was very kind of you" said Lucifer, making a head gesture for Charlie to get they were going out and she perked, thanking Vassago a lot.
Alastor didn't say anything, but gave a nod of recognition to the bird demon on their way out. Vassago seemed to be content with that reaction as he called for someone to see them out the palace. As soon they traspassed the huge door of the entrace, Lucifer made a portal back to the hotel.
"Well, isn't that something! At last some progress" said the king, drawing a bigger sincere smile, patting he back of Charlie. "We have plenty of options to go through even if any of them fails. Where should we start?"
For the first time since after Charlie's failed birthday, there was no one already cooking breakfast when everyone woke up in the hotel. Charlie seemed the most concerned of all, while the rest just complained briefly or shrugged the little anomaly of while going about starting their day.
Alastor just threw a glance to kitchen and moved past it, going up for his first cup of coffee. Once he had it up to perfection, he hummed for himself as he grabbed the newspaper of that day one of his shadows brought for him and sat down. He read first the obituary, as usual, chuckling when he found a especially funny or painful death listed there.
"Back to cereal, this fucking blows" yawned Angel, bringing his bowl over.
"You using the word blow without a joke attached to it? Are you okay?" commented Husk, snorting when Angel pushed him lazily with one of his lower arms.
"Shut up. A man like me should have something hot, sweet and comfy on the morning, not this" whinned, still eating spoonfuls. After a moment of thinking about it, he added: "You only sorta count."
"Thanks. You could also learn to cook for yourself too."
"Who has the energy for that?" Angel yawned again and lifted an eyebrow to Alastor's direction. "Smiley, did you bother your boyfriend of another dimension or something? Is this how he punish you? Because that is not very nice to the rest of us."
Alastor didn't lift his gaze from what he was looking. Although the static growing before he spoke a word wouldn't have been comforting for most people. Husk felt his fur stand up instinctively.
"I am going to give you two seconds to learn to not make unnecessary comments" said Alastor calmly, taking another sip of his coffee.
"I am just saying. Mess with the only one of us who actually knows how to cook, not very smart. You and Charlie are the only reason he does it so it's a fair question."
"Husk" sighed Alastor and Husk frowned, putting a hand on Angel's shoulder to get him to back off. As Angel huffed, but didn't continue, Alastor was going to get back to the news when he lifted his gaze and realized that Charlie was staring at him. "Yes?"
"Well, did you?" asked the princess, carefully. "I mean, I know that you don't like any of this, and I don't blame you for that either, but he is sorta in a delicate place right now and dad always had a tendency to leave when things get hard so…"
"What exactly do you want to ask, dear?"
"Did you talk to him?" said Charlie, letting her shoulders fall. "Was he fine when you did? Did he gave you any sign that he wasn't?"
Alastor looked at the rest of the table and realized, to his surprise, that everyone was actually expecting an answer out of him. Since when did he became the designated Lucifer expert on this hotel?
"How would I know?" replied, masquering his taken aback with an irritated shrug.
"He always wants to hang around you" pointed out Angel. "When he isn't, he keeps looking around as if expecting to find you like some lost puppy. It's kinda sad and cute at the same time. Come on, man, even you must have noticed."
"This is absurd" declared Alastor, letting that piece of information slide away. Yes, of course he noticed, he wasn't blind. That was the whole reason why that tiny king could notice something was wrong with him in the first place. If it was for him then maybe he could even take it as a compliment. As it was, it was just annoying because he knew damn well none of that had nothing to do with him. It was all for some other Alastor that unfortunately shared his same face. The attention of a king didn't mean much when it was borrowed like that. "For your information, the last time we ever exchanged words, he seemed fine for my extremely limited exposure to the moods of our Highness. If that has changed since then, I wouldn't know."
Charlie sighed, back again to stare at her phone. The text she send to her father remaining unread and unanswered for. Vaggie at her side tried to calm her down, patting her hand over the table.
"I am sure he was just tired, sweetie" she said.
"Frankly, I don't know what is the issue" commented Alastor, handwaving away the concern. "If anything, now this feels like coming back to normal when it comes to this hotel."
Just when he finished his sentence, Lucifer appeared from the Hallway with a face that could have brighten up a whole city by itself.
"MY ALASTOR IS PREGNANT! WE ARE HAVING A BABY!"
Too many things happened all at once. Charlie jumped out on her chair at the loud noise. Husk completely froze with all his hair on his back, neck and shoulders puffed out. Angel started hysterically laughing, which made Niffty to laugh too. Alastor just spit his coffee everywhere in front of him, utterly destroying the mug on his hand in the process.
Lucifer was too excited to notice, running up to Charlie and hug her face before she could even process what happened.
"Sweetie, your other you is going to have another sibling! I am going to be a parent again! Isn't that the best news ever?" cooed, just as slowly everyone else started to catch up.
"Wait, are you serious?" asked Angel.
"The fuck you mean pregnant?" wanted to know Husk, making a face as if the word itself disgusted him when related to any version of Alastor. "Isn't your Alastor a man too? And a sinner? Since when the fuck is that a thing?"
"Magical pregnancy!" said Lucifer, still too happy to mind anything else. "We both wanted it strong enough that it happened! Never understimate a little bit of pure angelic power, I guess!"
"Does that mean they didn't do the nasty for it? That is lame" said Niffty, visibly dissapointed.
Lucifer blushed, but luckily Charlie saved him of recognizing the comment at all by standing up to hug him. Her uncomfortable smile spoke volumes of how out of her element she was. Nevertheless, she recognized that was the happiest she had seen her father in a long while and the last thing she wanted was to squash that.
"That is great, papa" said, patting his back. "I am… glad for you. But uhm… how do you know that?"
"The pregnancy created a link between us!" replied Lucifer, perking up. "I managed to speak with him last night and he told me. It has been tested and everything! Oh, sweetie, I am so happy!" Lucifer sighed big and hugged her again, melting away any residual question that Charlie had just to hug him back.
"Congratulations, short king" said Angel, throwing a chuckle in Alastor's direction.
Only when feeling the attention on him, did Alastor saw the mess he had made with himself and conjured it all away easily. He fixed his suit and cleared his throat, ready to pretend none of that ever happened. Not to his carefully crafted and immaculate front it didn't, and if anyone said it did, they wouldn't soon enough. They must have confused him with another Alastor. One that apparently now was pregnant and therefore part of the pile of things he was never, ever, going to talk again not even under torture.
"Well, that is enough news for me" said, folding his newspaper that was stained with coffee anyway and putting it aside.
He stand up, but stopped when the pieces of his mug came together with golden magic and fused together, leaving no mark behind. Lucifer chuckled from above a bend over Charlie, just in case he had any doubt as to what happened, and he gave him a tired look. If he thought he was about to say thank you, he had another thing coming. It was the least he could after being the responsible for breaking it in the first place anyway. Regardless of whose hands was holding it when it happened.
"That is not the only thing he told me" said Lucifer, holding the hands of Charlie on his own. "We both came to the conclusion that we should just look for a new stone and make another wish to take me back home and get you back your Lucifer. If it was strong magic to do interdimensional travel, then it should be also strong enough to nullify another wish no problem. The only issue is to find it."
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Ships between characters
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Brutal Overlord S/O
S/O who was a beloved dictator when alive
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Arackniss has a nightmare.
Male Musician Overlord S/O
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Having a Spa day with there S/O
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The first date
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Charlie helping her little brother tell there parents he's pregnant. (Mpreg)
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There reaction to there baby boy being able to duplicate.
Alastor with Male S/O who has no idea who he is.
I'm so... so sorry Darling.
Merry Christmas Darling~
I'm Sorry, My Love... I never mean to hurt you...
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The Little Spider and The Pornstar series
The Little Spider and The Pornstar
I'm so... So sorry Darling series
I'm so... so sorry Darling.
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The Other Nevrakis
Chapter 17 - The Perfect Storm
Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley
Book- TRR Book One
Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?
A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake's POV, but not in first person.
Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW (there will be lemons!)
Word count- 3,800
***Trigger Warnings- -date rape drug, kidnapping, violence
(Thank you @ao719 and @angelasscribbles for the advice on how to tag this chapter and note trigger warnings. @ao719 you probably don’t even remember because it was months ago when i started writing this chapter and asked your advice lol)
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Chapter 17 - The Perfect Storm
Lilith stayed in her bedroom for the next week, heartbroken, only venturing out to bring up something to eat or drink. Her room was littered with bags of cookies and chips and empty whiskey bottles. The staff had returned and tried to get in and clean, but she turned them away. She was trapped in a downward spiral.. One that she took part in creating by sending Drake away, and she hated herself for it.
As the sun began to set, she decided to go into town to try and get her mind off of Drake and the hurt look in his eyes, even if it was just to walk around for a change of scenery. Lilith put on a black lace corset top and black leather pants and headed toward downtown Lythikos. For most people, this wouldn't be a very smart idea, but she knew she could handle herself, and the way she had been feeling, it may even make her feel better if someone tried something. Then she could get out some of her frustration. Lilith walked past a bar that was blaring a song that she recognized- her favorite band was performing live again. She smiled slightly and went in.
The bar was packed and noisy. Raised voices from people speaking over each other and loud music filled the small room. She ordered a glass of whiskey from the bar and felt a pang in her heart as she pictured Drake again. She took a deep breath and smiled at the bartender before making her way across the room. Lilith leaned against the wall watching people dance as the band played. Maybe for a little while, she wouldn’t have to feel hurt.
“Lilith?!” A familiar male voice called out from the dance floor.
She rolled her eyes, as he made his way over. Of course. I can't escape the heartache even for a moment.
He stood before her smiling brightly as if she hadn't slammed the door in his face a week ago. “I’m so glad to see you!”
“Really?” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief as she sipped her drink.
“Ya! I wanna introduce you to my friend!”
The girl elbowed him, “Friend, huh?”
“Uh sorry, I mean my girl.” Gabe looked at the woman nervously. “This is Violet.”
Lilith nodded. She didn't care about Gabe or anyone he knew, but still wanted to be polite. “Hi.”
“Heeey.” The woman smiled indulgently at Lilith, who looked back up at the stage uncomfortably trying to avoid her gaze. What the hell?
Gabe sipped his beer. “I haven't seen you in a long time.”
“I saw you a week ago, Gabe.”
He chuckled, sweeping his blonde hair out of his face. “I mean I haven't seen you around. Thought you vanished.”
“Unfortunately not.” Lilith spoke quietly and Gabe laughed.
“Always so emo, this one.” He gestured at Lilith. “Why don't we go sit down at the bar and you ladies can get to know each other?”
Lilith looked at him strangely. “I’m good actually. I want to watch the band.”
“Come on.. Just for a minute? They're taking a break now anyway.” Unfortunately he was right and she couldn't think of another excuse at the moment.
“Fine.” She followed Violet and Gabe to the bar, and the two of them sat on either side of Lilith.
“Dry martini.” Violet ordered. “You want anything baby?”
Lilith waited for Gabe to answer, but when he remained silent she turned to see Violet was looking at her. “Me? Uh, no I’m good.”
“Come on Lily billy. You know you want another glass of whiskey.” Gabe nodded to the bartender. “Whiskey neat.”
Lilith eyed him warily. “What is this?”
He shrugged. “I’m just trying to be nice.”
“Gabe, until last week, I hadn't seen you in four years, now here you are acting like we're best friends. I just want to understand what's going on.”
“Nothing, I swear!” He chuckled and leaned forward to look at Violet. “She's always so paranoid. It's the Nevrakis blood.. War strategists, the lot of them.”
Violet laughed loudly and Lilith was about to knock him out.. Maybe both of them. Her phone vibrated and she sighed sadly as she saw who it was. “I should get this.. Hang on a sec.”
“Hello?”
“Lilith? It’s so good to hear your voice! How are you?”
“I'm fine.. I’m just at a bar downtown watching a band play right now, so it’s probably gonna get loud again soon.”
The line went quiet for a moment. “Well, can you call me later? I want to talk to you about something.”
Lilith sighed. All she wanted to do was keep her friends safe, but missed them terribly. As long as she didn't mention any of the blackmail shit it should be ok, right? “Sure Riley. I'll call you after I get home.”
“Ok, thanks babe!”
Lilith chuckled. She really missed her friend and wasn't trying to come off as cold. “I’m sorry Riley.. I’m really sorry-”
“No, don't apologize! Just enjoy the show and call me after!”
Lilith smiled. “Ok.”
She made her way back to Gabe and Violet and sat back down between them sipping her whiskey, as the band started playing again. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to Riley later, but it felt good to talk to her. After a few minutes, she felt a wave of nausea and grabbed her stomach.
“You ok, Lilith?” Gabe smirked at her while she blew out a slow breath. Gabe and Violet were eyeing each other conspiratorially, and red flags began popping up in her brain. She looked back and forth between the two of them and the room started spinning. She blinked her eyes to clear her head but everything was moving in slow motion. Oh my god, my drink. Her breath quickened and she looked down at her glass seeing a hazy sheen on the top of her whiskey. Lilith tried to stand but her legs gave out and Gabe leaned down and slung her arm over his shoulder.
“Ok, let's get you home, Lily billy.”
The loud music rang in her ears and left her head swimming. Ok, calm down Lilith. Breathe. Stay calm. She started to black out and the next thing she knew, Gabe and Violet were walking her outside of the bar into the street. Hell no. She threw her elbow into Gabe’s face and he fell to the ground cursing. Lilith crawled away as fast as she could while Violet was trying to help him stand back up. Lilith grabbed her phone from her pocket and opened her call log. She needed to dial someone for help but her vision was blurry and she was seeing double. She blinked hard and touched a number, frantically waiting for whoever it was to pick up.
“Lilith?”
“Help! I need help! I’m-”
She felt hands grab her ankles and they began to drag her away as her phone fell from her grasp. She screamed. “Get the fuck off of me!” She kicked hard and felt her stiletto boot connect with something, causing a cracking sound.
“Ow! Fuck!” Violet screamed and cradled her arm. Gabe was standing over Lilith with blood pouring from his lip. Violet called out in agony, “Gabe, I think that bitch broke my wrist!”
“You fucked up now.” He punched Lilith in the jaw and her head snapped back hard onto the concrete. Then.. darkness.
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Drake was about to put it all on the line. He spoke to Liam and Riley the day before, and they convinced him to go back to Lythikos and talk to Lilith. He sighed as he exited a cab at the Nevrakis estate. Part of him wanted to run away and forget everything, but.. he loved her. Maybe she would turn him away again and that would be it. But he hoped with every fiber of his being that she wouldn't. The past week without her was agony and his heart was broken, but there was still a small piece held together that yearned for her.
Drake took a deep breath and knocked on the door at the Nevrakis estate.
A short, plump woman in an apron answered. “May I help you sir?”
“I’m uh.. Here to see Lilith.”
The housekeeper squinted at him and nodded. “Mr. Walker, right?”
“Yes.” Drake answered cautiously. He assumed Olivia had told the staff to ban him from the premises if he ever showed up.
“Come in, sir. Any friend of His Majesty King Liam, is welcome in Lythikos.”
Drake chuckled as he walked inside. “Does Olivia know this?”
The housekeeper laughed. “Her Grace does have certain.. choice words when it comes to you. But she would never turn away a friend of royalty.”
Drake cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, um. Is Lilith here?”
“Not at the moment, sir. I believe she went to town. I saw her leave about an hour or so ago.”
Drake's heart dropped. Oh my god, what if she's out on a date with someone? “Was she.. with anybody?” He hoped he didn't sound like a creep.
The housekeeper smiled knowingly. “No, sir. And I don't believe she was meeting anyone either.”
Drake breathed a small sigh of relief and nodded.
“Would you like to wait in the parlor for her to return?”
“I, uh.. I don't want to impose.”
“Not at all, sir. Right this way.”
Drake followed the housekeeper into the parlor and sat on a couch. He pulled out his phone while he sat in solitary silence, his heart racing as he imagined seeing Lilith again. His phone vibrated with a text:
Drake sighed as he looked around awkwardly. “Well, well, well..” Olivia was standing in the doorway wearing her usual evil grin.
Oh fuck. ”I’m not here to see you.”
She walked closer to him with her arms folded. “I know why you're here. You've come crawling back for my sister.”
Drake sighed in exasperation. “Why are you like this?”
Olivia laughed loudly. “You mean delightful? Regal? Commanding? Bad ass?”
Drake arched an eyebrow. “Right.”
“She's not here, you know. She's probably out with someone better.”
“You know what? Fuck you!” Drake stood getting closer to her. “Don't you care about your sister at all? Don't you care if she’s happy?”
“And you're the one who can make her happy?! That’s a laugh!”
Drake's phone vibrated repeatedly and he pulled it out of his pocket. His stomach swooped when he saw who it was - Lilith. He wondered if she knew he was there. Drake turned away from Olivia as he placed the phone to his ear.
“Lilith?”
“Help! I need help! I’m-”
Suddenly his heart was pounding in his ears. “What?! What's wrong!? Where are you?!”
Drake continued to listen wide eyed and heard her scream, “get the fuck off of me!”
“Oh my god, Lil what's going on?!” Drake felt his hands shaking and Olivia came around to face him with a confused look on her face as Drake shouted for her. “Lilith!”
He closed his eyes, listening to try and find out what was happening. He faintly heard a woman say, “Gabe, I think that bitch broke my wrist!’
“Gabe?!” Drake looked at Olivia, who paled. “Lilith are you ok?” Drake yelled for her over and over. Then the line went dead.
He looked at Olivia in panic. “Somethings happened to Lilith..” Drake was already making his way to the door and Olivia chased after him. “Riley said she's at a bar downtown watching a band. I have to go!”
“You don't have a car! Come with me.” Olivia ran outside and jumped into the driver's seat of a classic cherry red Rolls-Royce. The engine rumbled and she took off like a shot.
“Holy shit.” Drake held on to the passenger seat tightly as she swerved through traffic.
Olivia pulled out her phone and called her assistant. “Give me the name of every bar downtown where local bands would be playing.”
Drake continued trying to call Lilith’s cell to no avail.
“Flying Heart. Got it.” Olivia tossed her phone to Drake. “Put it in the navigation.”
Drake tried to calm his shaking hands as he typed in the name of the bar. “Who’s Gabe?”
Olivia sighed. “Her ex from years ago. A real piece of shit. I can't imagine what he's doing popping up after all this time.”
Drake felt sick to his stomach. He was going to kill this guy. “Take a left!” He called out and Olivia jerked the wheel, nearly spinning out.
“A little more warning next time!” She scowled.
“Sorry! It’s up ahead on the right.” Olivia screeched to a stop out front and they hopped out. Lilith was nowhere to be found so they ran inside.
“Lilith Nevrakis was here not long ago.” Olivia spoke harshly to the bouncer, who winced when she grabbed his shirt collar. “Where did she go?”
He looked at her wide eyed. “Y-Yes, Duchess Olivia. I saw her walk out with a man and woman. She was totally wasted and staggering. They had to practically carry her.”
Drake frowned at Olivia and shook his head. “She did not sound drunk on the phone.”
Olivia's jaw tensed. “They drugged her.” She turned to the bouncer. “Call the police now! Her ex-boyfriend Gabe.. uh, what the fuck was his last name? Russo! Gabe Russo drugged and kidnapped her.”
Drake's stomach was in knots and his head was spinning. “What do we do?! We can't just sit here!”
“Fuck no we cant.. Come on!” Olivia and Drake ran back to the car while the bouncer called the police. She pulled out her phone again calling her assistant. “Give me the address for Gabe Russo!” She tossed Drake her phone again. “307 Windsor Boulevard. Put it in.”
“Why would he drug her? Is he still into her?” Drake's mind was torn between fear and rage. “Take a right at the light.”
Olivia shook her head as she jerked the wheel. “I don't want to think about it.”
“I'm going to kill him.. If he hurts her, that motherfucker is dead.” Drake was completely serious. He would beat this man to a pulp. He was fully ready to spend the rest of his life in prison.
“Get in line.” Olivia clenched her jaw, eyes straight ahead.
They pulled up to the address and saw a beat up car parked out front. Olivia touched the hood. “The engine’s still warm. They just got here.”
Drake stormed up to the front door but Olivia pulled him back by his shirt. “Be smart about this! We don't know how many people are in there or where they are!”
“I don't care! Who knows what he's doing to her?!”
“Damn it, Walker!” She jerked him back from the door again, spinning him around to face her. “Use your head for once!” She nodded to the window. “Look inside and I’ll go around back.”
Drake blew out a shaky breath. He was so full of adrenaline, he didn't want to be smart. He wanted to kick someone's ass. He looked inside and saw a brunette woman walk from the kitchen to a bedroom and close the door. It must be the woman who helped take Lilith. Drake rushed around to the back of the house where Olivia was supposed to be, but she was gone. He saw a bathroom window cracked opened. “Oh you gotta be kidding me.” Olivia had scolded him for wanting to go in, but here she was breaking in through a window.. a window that was much too small for him to fit through.
He heard laughter coming from a closed door and that was all he could take. “Fuck this.” Drake rushed over to the back door and kicked it hard. It broke free from the hinges and pieces of wood splintered everywhere in a flurry.
“What the hell?!” A blonde man who must be Gabe stalked out of the bedroom and headed toward the shattered remains of his back door. Before he got close enough to look properly he was struck across the face by a powerful blow. “Agh, shit!!” Gabe said as he toppled to the floor with a crash.
Drake grabbed Gabe by the collar of his shirt and brought him back to his feet. “Where is Lilith?! What did you do to her?!”
“I don't-” Drake cut him off with a sharp punch to his gut that left Gabe hunched forward and out of breath. Drake landed a right hook to his jaw and shoved him backwards into a coffee table, then headed to the bedroom. Once Drake opened the door, he saw Olivia standing behind the woman with a knife to her neck.
“Holy shit, Liv.”
She nodded to the bed where Lilith was sprawled out, unconscious. She had blood on her lip and a bruise on her cheek and jaw. Drake rushed over to her and touched her cheek softly “Lil.. are you ok?” She stirred faintly, letting out a small whimper. He cradled her to him and held her tightly, never wanting to let her go again.
“I already called an ambulance.” Olivia released the woman, who fell to the floor with a thud. Drake gave her a shocked look and she shrugged. “Don't worry, I just rendered her unconscious.”
“How?”
She smirked. “A lifetime of martial arts training.” Olivia sat on the bed next to Lilith as she checked her pulse and studied her face. “Elevated heart rate and slow breathing.. Ketamine, most likely. She needs to get to a hospital soon.”
They heard a crash from the living room and Drake felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. He kissed Lilith’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look Olivia gave him. “Take care of her. I’m going to deal with this piece of shit.”
Olivia nodded and Drake jumped up following the noise. Gabe was standing in the middle of the living room holding a baseball bat. His face was bloodied from Drake's punches, but his eyes were full of fury. Drake gave him a challenging look. This motherfucker didn't stand a chance. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do with that?!.”
“The hell are you doing in my house!? Where's Violet?”
“What the hell are you doing with Lilith in your house?! You drugged her! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Gabe shook his head violently, his muscles tensing as he gripped the bat. “You have no idea what you’re talking about! She wanted to come here! She wanted the drugs! We were all just here for a good time!”
Drake could hear blood rushing in his ears as his rage grew. “Bullshit! The cops are on their way and you’re going to jail for the rest of your fucking life!”
Gabe roared and charged at Drake swinging the bat wildly. Drake ducked beneath it and punched Gabe in his stomach hard, and he fell forward on the floor coughing up blood. “You.. pathetic.. pussy whipped fucker.” Gabe continued to cough as he glared at Drake. “Can’t believe.. that whore.. finally got someone hooked..”
At that moment, Drake understood what people meant when they said they saw red. “What did you just say?”
Gabe smirked as he wheezed. “Did that strike.. a nerve? I said.. She’s a fucking.. Whor-”
Drake felt his rage reach its boiling point and at once it was like he was outside of his body. He saw himself leaning over Gabe punching him repeatedly in the face. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Over and over and over his fist connected with the man's battered face. Through the furious haze clouding his mind, Drake vaguely felt a hand grasp his, trying to pull him back.
“Walker! Drake, stop!!!”
Drake was breathing heavily as he whirled around to see Olivia holding his wrist in her hand, her arm shaking as she pulled against him. He looked down at Gabe’s face, disfigured and covered in blood. The next moment he felt like he came back to himself and jumped back. He swallowed hard, feeling like he forgot how to breathe, meanwhile Olivia was staring at him like he was a monster. Drake staggered over to the other side of the room, panting hard and leaned against the wall to brace himself. What had he done? Just then, sirens wailed outside and police and paramedics rushed into the room. Drake slumped down onto the ground, unable to hear what anyone was saying. He was in complete shock.
The paramedics loaded Lilith onto a stretcher and rushed her out of the room. Olivia was saying something, but Drake couldn't make it out. He tried to stand but his legs didn't seem to function. The paramedics were loading Gabe on a stretcher and one of the police officers dry heaved as they looked at his face.
The next thing Drake knew, he was handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police car.
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The Night of Liam’s Coronation:
A man wearing a hoodie studied a couple walking through a convenience store, casually slipping items into their pockets before heading to the checkout, only paying for a six pack of beer. Once they paid, he followed them into the dimly lit parking lot and cleared his throat. “Short on funds?”
“What the hell?” Gabe spun around, startled.
“I can only assume, by the fact that you just pocketed a couple bags of candy and lighters, that you must be pretty hard up for cash.”
“Who the fuck are you and how is this any of your business?” Violet said, glaring at the man.
“I’m someone who can help you earn a little extra cash.”
“Not interested.” Gabe said before opening his car door and sliding into the seat, ready to drive off.
The hooded man leaned down, looking him in the eye. “Not even for six figures?”
Gabe and Violet looked at each other for a moment, skeptical. Gabe turned back to the man. “What do you need?”
The man chuckled. “That’s what I thought. I know you know Lilith Nevrakis. She’s friends with Riley Beaumont.. And someone with a lot of money wants Riley out of the way.”
“Hey, I don’t kill people.” Gabe shook his head.
“We’re not talking about violence of any kind. I need you to convince Lilith and Riley to sleep with you.”
Gabe and Violet burst out laughing, looking at the man in disbelief. Gabe ran a hand down his face. “If you knew anything, you would know that Lilith hates me, and I haven’t talked to her in years! There’s no way.”
The hooded man nodded to Violet. “Have you ever seen Lady Riley before? She bears a striking resemblance to this young lady.”
Gabe looked at Violet, clearly confused. “I don’t understand..”
The hooded man glanced around as if to make sure he wasn’t being watched. “I need photographs of Riley and Lilith seemingly engaged in unsavory activities with someone. Doesn’t have to be real. It just needs to look real. A picture is worth a thousand words.. Use your imagination.”
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Welp, since I’m a regular now; I’mma just park my chair here and spin the idea wheel. And so the idea wheel has decided!
Let’s have the Brothers and Undatables react to MC just barging in unexpectedly while they’re busy doing whatever. Everyone’s just vibing together at Diavolo’s talking about things, playing games, and all dat jazz and suddenly MC comes in with a blank face before they get a sad expression (they’re this close 👌🏾 to having a breakdown, it’s so sad).
MC:....Can I have a hug? 🥺 *says weakly as they were seconds away from crying*
Bby needs comfort! (Let’s just say they recently lost a loved one and they want some affection)
My first ever regular. You have no idea how much I cherish you. Thank you for the funniest and angstiest asks ever. This hits too close to home. I've lost two very close people to disease and suicide in the last few years and the feeling is horrible. So this might end up being a bit self indulgent... apologies.
Please if any of your friends seem not okay, check up on them regularly. Even the adults in your life. And most importantly check up on yourself. Take care okay?
I will do my best to do this justice too. Sorry if it's a little late college and extra classes are a pain sometimes.
It was not news you were prepared to receive. Not that day. It was supposed to be a day of celebration.
Lord Diavolo had announced a small party just for Council and the exchange students. Asmo had taken hours to get you ready. Everyone was excited and in good spirits, clinking their glasses and cheering for a joyous reunion. There was music, dancing and laughter so loud, it felt like it was echoing all across Devildom.
And yet here you were in the bathroom, bent over a sink, staring at yourself in disbelief. You had received horrible news from the human world.
A last message an old friend had left for you.
"Hey MC, thanks for being kind to me. Although we have a long and sweet history, it felt good to reconnect and feel wanted in my last few days. Thanks for the last hug, MC. It was the best one I've ever had."
What kind of bittersweet message was this? What was the point of making them feel wanted if they still left anyway?
No you must keep your composure, you think. The laughter keeps echoing louder. While internal screams creep up your throat. You have to go back before they start worrying about you.
The doors to the ballroom feel heavy as you push through. "Hey look! MC's back! Now we-- MC...?"
You don't know what face you were making, but everyone went quiet. Some looked horrified, some worried and some panicked. You felt your head go dizzy with the pain, tears stinging the corners it your eyes.
Looking directly at one of them, you croaked out the first thing that came into mind.
"C-could I have a hug?"
Lucifer
This man isn't a hugger. But for you he'd make an exception every day.
Especially when you asked for it so desperately.
Walk up to you swiftly, holding the back of your head and pressing it to his chest, while his other arm wraps around you.
"Would you prefer to spend some time in private?" He whispers as you break into soft sobs in his arms and nod.
"Excuse us. We'll be back shortly. Anyone who follows us will face consequences. MC needs some time alone." He calls out to the rest and whisks you away to his room.
Makes you sit in his lap as he cradles you while you cry. Keeps telling you it's not your fault and you tried your best.
Mammon
Someone save this boy, he is a mess himself.
He feels guilty already. He can't stand to see you this way. What couldn't he protect you from??
Aren't you the one who rushes to give people hugs?
He returns the favour. Sprinting towards you and engulfing you instantly in his arms.
He feels your shaky breath as you cling on to him and goes bezerk.
"Oi. I'm taking MC home." It's the most serious he has ever been.
Doesn't hesitate to bring out his wings and fly you home as soon as possible. He cups your face as you cry, his fingers wiping down each tear. His eyes are pained looking at you like this, it wasn't even your fault. You tried till the end didn't you?
Leviathan
This man's protective trigger has been switched. Who dare be the cause of this?
You're his cheery best friend. He simply won't stand to see you like this.
Runs towards you and hugs you as tight as he can, like you've done for him so many times. Embarassment be damned.
You asked for a hug, he will definitely give you one. You grab onto his jacket with trembling fingers and lean into him.
"MC would you like to go home ?" He asks softly, patting your head. You nod softly.
Takes you home as fast as possible, and lays you down in his tub. When start crying violently he starts to tear up alongside you. Losing a friend isn't easy afterall.
Satan
His first instinct was violence. His fist tightening, about to murder whoever did this to you.
But the moment you raised your arms, asking for a hug in that small voice, it was like looking at a helpless kitten in pain.
Another one who sprints towards you to hold you close. His hug feels gentle yet urgent at the same time.
He cupped your cheek, and stared as your eyes grew misty. "Don't worry we're getting out this instant." Slammed the doors behind him as he left. A subtle message to leave them be.
He took you to common room, near the fireplace to warm you up, one of his arms always around you, as you wailed and choked on your tears. He presses kisses on your head too and tells you how kind you were. You did your part. You weren't responsible for someone else's actions.
Asmodeus
He is gasping and tearing up at the sight of you. Oh you poor thing who dare hurt you?!
How could he ever say no to your hugs? Especially now when you needed him most?
He comes at you with such speed that you both almost topple over. He rubs your back and arms trying to calm you down with his touch as he hugs you.
"Would you like to be alone with me MC?" The moment you nod, his wings are out and you're soaring through the air until you find yourself in his bath.
You lean against him and cry your heart out, he holds you from behind, pressing kisses on your head whispering it's okay.
Beelzebub
Baby boy is heartbroken. Why do you look like that? Where are you hurt?
He immediately hates that look on your face. He must do something to fix it immediately.
Runs and lifts you up in his arms and holds you so close to himself, his arms providing endless protection.
"MC will food make it better?" You shake your head so he takes off. He doesn't care about the feast he missed, he just wants you to be okay.
Flies you into his room and gives you plushies to hold onto while he gets you all your favourite food. Will hold you tight as you sob into his chest and will feed you later on cause he knows how exhausting crying can be.
Belphegor
He knows that face. And he knows the pain behind it. And now he's feeling it too.
Who did this? Who dared? Tell him their name and they're gone.
A hug, huh? He's ready to give you much more than that if you ask.
Walks towards you and wraps you up in his jacket and then his arms. His hug is so warm and soft you could fall asleep right there.
"Let's go lie down together." He will take you home and put you down in his bed, bundled up in his blanket, his soft pillow under your head. Pulls you flush against him as you sob and scream into his pillow.
Solomon
He is human. Of course he knows the face of ultimate pain. He's been through it so many times he's made himself immune.
But he wasn't immune to yours. Your ever smiling face - that was what he liked. This irked him, made him restless.
He's next to you in the blink of an eye, wrapping his arms around you, cloak and all, his mouth pressing down on your head.
"Let's take it to the sky shall we? Don't worry I've got you." He says softly. You nod, your fingers grasping at his shirt.
And in mere seconds you are soaring above the clouds, the gentle air cooling your burning heart as you cry into the wind. He holds you close and whispering to make you feel better.
Diavolo
He has seen this face only once before. When Lucifer came to him Lilith dying in his arms.
He saw the look on yours and he was determined to help you however he could. And if it started with a hug so be it.
Takes big strides and hoists you up in his arms, as you wrap your shaking arms around his neck and press your face into his jacket.
"The party is over. MC shall stay with me tonight I'll send them back when they feel better." Gone was his usual cheery tone. He seemed distraught, angry almost.
Took you to his bedroom and laid you down softly, still holding onto you tightly, keeping you from falling apart as you sob into his arms. Takes the next days off to be next to you.
Simeon
His emotions mirror your own. Seeing you in such pain, makes him feel the same.
His heart is breaking seeing you this way. He can't hold you fast enough.
He swiftly runs to hold your hands first. He feels them tremble in his own and he wraps himself around Immediately, cradling your head delicately.
"Let's get you away. You'd like that won't you?" He says running his fingers through your hair. You let you a breathy yes and he's off.
You land in Purgatory hall, curled up into him on the couch, freshly brewed flower tea on the table. He holds you close as you cry into his arms. Tells you that your friend is in a better place because you healed their soul before they left.
Barbatos
You made the usually composed demon crack. Even if for a moment, he felt the need to do something extreme.
What was causing you this much discomfort? He was ready to eliminate it.
A mere hug? Is that what would make you feel better? He is ready to deliver.
He's there before you know it, holding you like delicate royalty. You could crumble at how soft he was for you.
"Would you prefer somwhere more quiet?" He asks. You only need to nod once and he's already sweeping you off your feet and into his chambers. Picks the most calming teas for you as he sits by your side holding your hand.
Luke
He knew the demons were no good. Of course it was a matter of time before MC got hurt again.
He was about to cry looking at you, ready to throw hands at the whoever caused this.
A hug? A hug will help? YES OF COURSE.
He flies straight into, wrapping his little arms around your neck. Like a baby brother comforting a distraught older sibling.
"Come on MC! Let's get away from here!" He says and flies you off to purgatory hall. He brings you to the kitchen and starts whipping up your favourite desserts to cheer you up.
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i was inspired by @onlymeandlife to polish up and post some Dagger-centric fic so here is one that i wrote a while ago. i don’t usually like posting longer things on tumblr but since this is so self-indulgently oc heavy and i don’t really know the ao3 etiquette on that, i’m just putting it here.
Soliloquy, 4,339 words. This is admittedly a little dark, and contains some descriptions of violence and gore. Nothing very detailed but I still think its worth warning. The “Casey” that is mentioned briefly is my V, and “Lilith” is another oc of mine.
The voices on the other side of the closet door quieted to a whisper as three strangers barged into the trailer with a monstrous howl. Through the half-inch crack of light between door and wall, Anson could make out only their shadows, faces obscured by masks and paint and fabric. He heard a lock click, and a sudden stillness cut through the room. A stillness that made every noise, every breath, every panicked heartbeat sound like a war. Anson inhaled quietly and held the air in his lungs, tightening his grip around his brother beside him. Casey hadn’t made a sound but he could feel it building inside, a voice trying to crack through paralyzing silence, a cry threatening to escape. Anson put a hand over his mouth just in case and pulled him close. The dark closet cradled them both, enveloped them in the embrace of old hanging coats, the blue floral embroidery of his mother’s Sunday best grazing the side of his face like a warm hand. She had pushed them inside as the convoy wound through the dusty roads of the neighborhood, coating them in a haze of dirt while the first gunshots cracked through the open sky. He had heard his parents once mention the raids when they moved out west. It wasn’t so different from the land wars and the riots back in Mississippi, but it felt different when it was your own backyard and the sounds of distant screaming were the voices of your neighbors. And your parents. A bang rattled the walls of the trailer, and Anson couldn’t stop the jolt of his bones. Casey shuddered beside him, trembling at the sound of the thud that followed and a screech that distinctively belonged to their mother. There was laughter too, and hollow prayers he knew from church that would never reach the ears of God. His mother’s voice went ragged. Raw. He hadn’t ever heard a sound quite like that before. Well, once it was close, in an old farm video, when the pigs squealed for their supper. Buckets of slimy mash. Their wails and cries echoed around him like he was standing there among them suddenly, feet stuck in the mud. He moved his hands from Casey’s mouth to his ears, trying to muffle the noise as it rang through the house, as the three men laughed in unison. His muscles, rigid and stiff and unbearably heavy did not allow him anything else. His eyes burned as he forced himself to peer through the empty space and he saw his daddy on the ground, writhing, pieces of him on the floor beside Casey’s scattered toys. Chest aching, he dared not to heave, not to cry, not to run to his mother even as her eyes drifted momentarily to the closet door with a trembling frown before she finally closed them. The screaming stopped eventually, but the quiet was worse. Casey took in a sharp breath. Tears wet his face and stained Anson’s fingers as he tried to keep his brother still against him. The floorboards sighed beneath approaching steps. He could see them, coming forward. Ripping through the trailer for whatever they wanted to take, but he still couldn’t peel his gaze away from the leftovers—things that didn’t resemble his parents—red and raw, in craters. In pulp. Like the slop in the bucket that was fed to the pigs. He never knew a person could look like that. Like nothing. *
He shot awake, his fingers in knots, clawing only at themselves. He didn’t remember falling asleep or even being in bed, but the mattress was soaked in sweat around him and the pills that were meant to make him dreamless spilled out atop the makeshift nightstand beside his head. He hated sleep. Hated dreams. He spent a good minute forcing his fingers to uncoil, blood dotting the inside of his palms. Wiping a hand across his face, he felt the wet trail it left across the scar on his cheek and let it stain his skin as he stood. When he turned, he saw Lilith waiting in the doorway without a word, her lips in a hard line as they usually were, painted black to match the shadows around her eyes. “Been waiting?” he asked with a grunt, pushing away the idling pieces of Anson Wade who existed only in sleep, to make room for the thing that had become known as Dagger. Lilith only shrugged, watching as he moved. She knew Dagger well. Anson Wade was still a stranger. To them both, more and more. He glanced over the pills on the night stand one last time, swiping them to the side in search of his inhaler, which he finally found on the floor in a heap of old takeout boxes and clothes stiff with blood from the day before. With a single puff, the dark of the room brightened in his irises and the drug laced his mind. The lingering images of the dream faded into a blur of vibrant, living color all around him and into the closet went again, Anson Wade. Dagger watched the room change. The walls dripped like melting wax and what was left behind became something beautiful, uncaged by the laws which made the world rigid. It puddled at his feet and he was strong. “Route’s set for the raid,” Lilith said soberly. Her words echoed. He could see them ripple through the air until they reached him. Following their trail, Dagger stopped beside her and cupped her cheek, the touch of her skin like fire against the ice of his fingers. Embers smoldering, always on the cusp of some great explosion. It’s what he loved about her, that rage, so close to bursting. Like his own. Someday it would envelope them both, but for now, it simply festered behind her eyes and left scorch marks where she stood, glowing like an angel. For one quick moment, she leaned into his palm, the edge of her lips nearly tugging into a smile without quite making it home. He was the only one who could touch her like that, and he liked to flaunt the fact to remember. “My lily,” he said, with the purr that she always liked. “You amaze me.” Her eyes rolled to meet his. She didn’t need him to tell her that, and she wasn’t surprised now to hear it, but her stare turned to stone before she pulled away. “Get ready. We leave in an hour.” When she left, he took another pull from the inhaler, and dressed in the clothes that were already stained. There was not any point in trying to be clean. Soon it wouldn’t make any difference. The raid had been in the planning stage for days, and it was the only action in the Badlands for miles as corpos took days long detours to avoid the section of desert which had grown infamous for decapitations—Dagger’s personal touch. Heads on pikes like the olden days. It was a message to anyone who dared try to cross his Wraiths, and it worked too well. It wasn’t until an unlucky ‘caldo took a wrong turn during a reconnaissance that they found new work. A pop-up camp, making their way eastward, out of the Badlands and far away from Night City. It took hours for the aldecaldo to break. Hours of pain and screaming. Dagger almost didn’t want it to end, but it did once the half-dead, screeching thing told them the location of their camp. No fun when they break. It had disappointed him. He took his knife to his neck and watched him bleed out with a frown. But now, fresh desert air choking his lungs as the convoy sped up to the camp, he was smiling once again. They stopped short and killed the engines as soon as the very edge of their structures were visible over the horizon. Dagger parked the Javelina on top of a hill, and leaned against the heavily fortified frame, gazing through a scope at the aldecaldos below, like flecks of dirt across the desert, lost in the wind. Two sentries sat on the perimeter set to watch the east and west side. The north was blocked by a line of a vehicles and the south, the back end of a trailer. A slow smile cut its way across his lips. There were no steady eyes to the south. Almost like they were asking for visitors, and Dagger could never refuse such a polite invitation. What kind of man would he be if he did? Inside their defenses were several small tents, and a few piled crates with Militech branding, some weaponry by the looks of it, grabbed off a convoy. They had been lucky for that. They must have ridden for days just to meet it, desperate enough back home that the journey was worth the risk. They would not be lucky again. Dagger ran his scope from the crates to the bodies that stood beside it, three men, smoking cigarettes and struggling to keep their eyes open, exhausted and beat down by their long trek. They always made it easy. He pulled his gaze from the scope and handed off the rifle to Lilith. She slung it across her back. Against her small frame it looked even deadlier than it did in his hands. She was a better shot than most anybody else at the base, though like Dagger, she preferred a more hands-on approach if a situation warranted it—her fists like steel hammers. She looked to him, and waited. Dagger readjusted the buckle across his thigh that kept his blade close at hand, and the rest of the Wraith’s followed him down the hillside. They were inside the camp before they were noticed. A voice rang out a warning, quickly stifled by a bullet that flew past Dagger’s head and sprayed warm blood across his face. He took a moment to savor the copper tinge on his tongue before he unsheathed his knife and drove it into a passing nomad. The man’s eyes bulged as the knife found its way through ‘ganic intestines, touched something steel, and twisted. By the time Dagger ripped the blade free, the man had become a body, limp in a heap over the dirt. The quaint camp quickly turned into a war zone. Gunshots thundered the air like a passing storm and a symphony of panicked voices rang out as Wraith’s descended from the sky. Dagger stood in the center, taking it all in, fingers warm and red and restless, tapping the edge of the knife’s blade. Chaos erupted quickly and sang in his ears a tune he’d never tire of. He caught the heels of an aldecaldo pulling himself into a shuttered tent otherwise unnoticed through the bloodshed. Dagger watched as he dragged himself to his false safety. The scar on his cheek tugged with his smile. He walked slowly through the mess of bodies, following the trail of blood into the tent and found the man slumped in the corner, weakly gripping an airhypo to his chest. His hands shot up in surrender, voice shaking along with them. “D-don’t,” he said. “Please.” Dagger paused where he stood and glanced across the tent. A turned over crate left a spill of medical supplies across the floor, catching dust. There was a bed pressed against the back wall, and a table beside it with a mess of paint-soggy paper that caught his eye, artwork adorned with colorful displays of painted flowers. He walked towards it, admired the craftsmanship as he sat on the edge of the bed; the warmth of the colors, the innocence of the shapes. The man stared up at him, mouth gaping. “What do you want?” he asked. Dagger didn’t look at him. His eye scanned over the paintings, flipping through each piece with care, studying a floral pattern filled with blues and yellows. He traced the outline of one with a finger, felt the grooves of each stroke like delicate embroidery as it sunk into his skin. “Who made this?” “I don’t know,” he said. “Was it you?” The man’s eyes narrowed beneath a heavy brow, mouth twisting without answer. Quickly, he lunged toward the pile of discarded items, to a scalpel half-buried beneath a mess of gauze. Dagger reached it first, stomped his boot over it just as the man’s fingers grazed the edge. Without hesitation, he leapt forward and planted his knife firmly into the man’s neck. Blood fountained as he ripped it out, the spray reaching up the walls of the tent, coming down across the paint, obscuring the flowers. With a choking gasp, the man squirmed, gripping at the gash and futilely trying to plug the flow of blood with slick fingers. By the time he managed to get a hold of it, his arms fell beside him, no more life left in him to hang on. The dirt floor turned to mud where Dagger stood, sinking into the puddle of it. He glanced to the flowers, drowning in a stream of blood, and tightened his fingers against the grip of his knife until they ached. “You ruined them,” he said through the cracks of his teeth. The man did not hear him. His blood stopped flowing. Dagger knelt, ripped open a stained shirt and worked the blade into the man’s guts despite his stillness, sliced up toward his sternum and carved a flower into the meat of his chest. It didn’t look much like the others. The petals were jagged and strangely shaped, molded from wedges of skin and sinew. He stepped back, examined his work with a tilt of his head. It was different. He wasn’t sure it was better. He wiped the bloody knife on the edge of his shirt and returned it to its place on his thigh. The screaming had quieted outside, but behind him there was a sob, almost far away, from an old memory. He swatted it at his ear like a mosquito, but it continued, tucked behind the corner of the bed. Dagger approached slowly. He stopped at the edge and the sound cut off, swallowed into silence. He nudged the bed with his boot. Nothing moved. Slowly, he leaned down. Two wide eyes peered back at him from the shadows. A child, curled into a small thing, and shaking. A mask of tears made his face shine, even beneath dirt smeared cheeks. Clutched tightly between small fingers was a stuffed bear with a puff of white fluff spiraling from the place where it’s nose was missing. The child hugged it close, cradling himself along with it. Dagger examined them both with a raised brow. “Who might you be?” he asked. The child blinked. The only noise that escaped his lips was a small cry. A sniffle of snot as he tried once more to push himself further back, to crawl away, though there was no where else to go. He caught canvas on his back, the edge of the tent. He could only move forward, or to the side, but he didn’t move at all. Some stronger force kept his muscles in place and trapped him like a rat. Dagger stretched his arm beneath the bed and grabbed for him. He gripped him by the arm and reeled him from the shadows, stiff as roadkill, until the child thrashed suddenly and violently, fingers digging into the dirt floor. He kicked back with his feet, snapped his jaws into skin. Dagger took each strike with a narrow smile before he pulled him out from the bed entirely, propped him up and held him tight by the shoulders, stuffed bear at his feet. The boy squirmed, holding back his tears, burning up inside until his eyes fell to the body on the floor and he went limp, nearly fell over beneath Dagger’s hold. There was no fight in him left, only fear. Horror. The world shifting behind his eyes. He’d never see it the same again. Never be the same again. He searched across the corpse for some meaning, something that would make sense, face reddened with sobs, and bile in his throat. Dagger watched him try to comprehend it, like seeing in a dream. He snapped his fingers and the boy jolted, gaze shooting to Dagger’s face. “What’s your name?” he asked. The boy swallowed. He waited a minute more for an answer that never came, then sighed. He pointed to the body. “Your daddy?” With a tremble, he nodded. Dagger straightened and walked the boy over to the table with the flowers. “Did you paint these?” He hesitated, eyes still drawn toward his father’s corpse. Dagger snapped again and he nodded. “It’s real pretty,” Dagger said, admiring the barrage of color, the mess of shapes even beneath the mask of blood. He kept one hand on the boy’s shoulder to ensure he wouldn’t run, but his voice softened with wonder. “I like to paint, too. Maybe you could teach me.” The boy didn’t say one way or another and that was confirmation for him enough. He picked up the stuffed bear and pushed it into his hands, a smear of red sinking into polyester fur. He’d be free now. Free to be whoever he was meant to be. Free from the rules of a world that had no space for vermin, and only crushed them beneath its booth. And someday he would look back and see the burned out image of his father deep in his memory, and he would smile. Dagger met Lilith back at the convoy, the boy at his side. She kept her expression stone, unreadable, but he could feel the stares from the other Wraiths as they made their way through the burning camp, their whispers static through the crack of fire. They did not ask him. They didn’t mention it at all. Lilith was the only one who dared. “We got no place for kids,” she said at the side of the Javelina, examining the boy with a quick flick of her eyes. “He’s a liability.” “I’ll make a place,” Dagger said as he passed without lingering. He opened the passenger’s side and waited for the boy to crawl inside, then slammed the door shut. Lilith stood with her arms crossed, watching him expectantly, though what she wanted he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care much, either, but there was a slight edge to her lips that bothered him. She had a way of seeing through people and for a moment he felt transparent, as if some long distant ghost had replaced him. Like he wasn’t there at all, and never had been. Lost to the void some place, somewhere else. Teeth dug into his bottom lip. The taste of blood grounded him. Lilith continued her stare. “I’ll make a place,” he repeated, more insistent this time and without the usual song in his voice. It was a warning to her, and anyone else who might overhear. He didn’t need to ask permission. He was the permission. Regardless of what she thought about that, she backed down. He drove back to the base with the radio playing gently. He told the boy to pick a station, but he hadn’t moved except to watch the world blur outside the window, dust making an orange haze between them and the skyline of the city, faintly visible as they sped over hills and valleys. When they arrived at the old cement plant, he took the boy on a tour of what had become the Wraith’s home. He showed him through the garage, and the security office, and took him over the sky bridge, pointing out the wall of graffiti he had been working on below. From up high you could see the whole expanse of it, the shallow-eyed skulls and the reaper which had become synonymous with their name. “You can paint here all you want,” he told the boy. “Any place you like.” He still hadn’t spoken, but there were other ways to say something. Dagger carved pictures in blood across the desert, from east to west and over again. He left heads on spikes and bones in the sand, and that said more than words ever could. Sometimes it was simpler, like flowers etched in paint. Echoes of yourself—of your soul—left behind. What else was art for if not to speak. When he finished the tour, he set the boy up in one of the empty trailers that were left abandoned when the Wraith’s seized the warehouse. Once, they were used as temporary space, now they sat mostly untouched, filled with an excess of supplies and ammunition. But they were quiet, and far away from the noise of the warehouse, and the half-drunk voices of the foot soldiers standing guard. Dagger dragged in bedding from the locker room where they slept in rotation and set it up on the floor. The sky had grown velvet, stars flickering to life. The boy’s head drooped. “Beats a stinky canvas tent, don’t you think?” Dagger asked in the doorway. The boy blinked up at him, his stuffed bear blood stained in his grasp so tight he could strangle the life out of him if any such thing existed. He stumbled up the steps and looked around the cramped space. There was no room to walk. Empty cans and shotgun shells made decoration of the floor. Dagger kicked a discarded burrito wrapper. “We’ll clean it up tomorrow,” he said. As expected, the boy said nothing. He turned around in circles. “You tired?” His mouth turned downward. “Me neither,” Dagger said. “I could tell you a story.” When he was small he liked to hear stories. His mother read them before bed, and sometimes he told Casey stories, too, but the boy shook his head. It was the most discernible response Dagger had gotten from him yet. He didn’t press, but he still lingered in the doorway, waiting for something else, though he didn’t expect anything. The boy’s face was warped and tired, even if he wouldn’t admit it. The shadows beneath his eyes were ten years deep, probably older than he was. Dagger couldn’t tell his age. Wouldn’t know how to, but he was little. Littler than Anson Wade hiding in a closet. He was Casey little. Innocent little. Small in every way. He needed somebody to show him the way of the world. His first lesson had happened already—there are no rules here and to pretend otherwise is to whither away. His second lesson wasn’t far behind: sometimes in order to live you gotta die. Leave a piece of yourself behind. Under the bed. In a closet. “You’ll be alright,” Dagger said, without really meaning to—the words slipped past his tongue. Belonged to someone else. The boy slid into the makeshift bed, cradling the stuffed bear, and curled into himself and looked even smaller. The dark spread above them like a warm blanket. Dagger closed the door when he left, and on his way back to the warehouse he grabbed a foot soldier and pointed him to the trailer. “Nobody goes near it, understand?” The wraith nodded. “Not in or out,” Dagger added. “Watch with your life or I’ll end it.” He didn’t argue the command. Nobody ever did. The night passed in a sleepless haze like all the rest, a blur heightened with an inhaler of black lace as Dagger went over the stolen Militech crates, bloodied by aldecaldos. Fingers numb and mindless and still stained red. By the time dawn rolled over the horizon, there were splashes of blue and purple, too, pretty bruises blooming in paint as he scrawled another collage over a crowded, muddy wall. The pictures behind his eyes were endless and sprawling. Deep reds and black swirling over the Wraith’s symbol as he tried to capture the flowers from memory, but there were no flowers here. There were warped colors with shapeless forms like a pulp, smashed and violent. Pigs squealing for supper in his ears. Screaming. “Dagger!” Lilith’s voice carried through the warehouse. His eyes shot back to her. The sun burned behind her head and darkened the look of dismay that swept across her face. “Something you need to see.” He took one last lingering look at the mural he’d created, at the emptiness of the paint. A sudden silence gripped at his core and dug caverns. There were no flowers here. Lilith led him around the back of the warehouse, to the black, toxic lake that cratered between shelves of sandstone. She brought him to the very edge, looked down and pointed. At the shoreline, he saw a stain, a smear that almost mirrored the paint on his fingers. Reds and purples shining beneath the sun. It was small, innocently little, and nearby where the waters lapped at the dirt was a stuffed bear halfway submerged. The colors took form. A hand outstretched and lifeless, legs twisted up. “Must have snuck out,” Lilith explained. Her words were far away. They carried on the wind. “Probably tried to run. Slipped on the rock and fell below.” She pointed out the trail, the crumbling stone where a foot would have given way. Dagger took a step back, kicked at a pebble near the edge. It clattered down the same path and sprinkled down like ash. “No place for kids,” she said under her breath. It almost sounded like I told you so, but her voice turned soft when she asked, “You okay?” He kept his eyes on the spreading stain against the rock. The curve of the blood splatter, the broken little limbs bent in ways that were unnatural, coming back around to form a delicate shape, petals across a flower. Garish, ugly swirls of pulp. Like nothing. Dagger stepped away, pulled his eyes from the painting. There were no flowers here.
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Pluto in the 5th house
Pluto in the 5th house natives are intensely devoted to their pastimes and their talents. Pleasure and fulfillment are their goals and sometimes addictions. They crave excitement, and maybe even danger. Works hard, plays hard. Can be impulsive or indulgent at times. Finds pleasure in being daring. What is most palatable to them is what hasn’t been done or expressed before, or if it has, doing it in a novel, groundbreaking way. Strong individuality at the core. Electrified by desire. Many hobbies. Drawn to art, literature, film, especially film noir, books. Needs to do something fun to feel alive. Likes giving a show or performance, dazzling or surprising people. Understands that sex, like life, like gender, like sexuality, like identity, can be a performance. Relishes in that. May find joy in fashion or trends or theater. Constantly searching for the perfect entertainment—emotionally enriching, fulfilling, pleasurable experiences. Creating and innovating and exploring themselves and the world, discovering their bodies, experimenting with ideas, and navigating their identities gives them purpose and a sense of drive. There is a deep need to self-define who they are. Like Pluto in the 11th or Pluto in aspect to Uranus natives, they have to innovate. Excel. Reimagine creative possibilities. These natives transform themselves and push the boundaries of something through their art or their bodies, through affirming their sexuality and owning their bodies and their uniqueness. Sex is not something to be ashamed of. Showing their bodies is not somebody to be ashamed of.
They are fiercely passionate people, as individuals, as lovers and friends, and they often chase after people who appear as a challenge to them. This excites and thrills them: the notion of going after and getting someone who is supposed to be unattainable for them or untouchable. However, if not careful, they can become entangled with romantic partners who are unsuitable for them. Pleasure often comes with pain, for these people. May have submissive or masochistic or dominant tendencies. May like to seduce rather than being the one seduced. May play hard-to-get. Dating may be fun to them, so much it becomes a game, a cat-and-mouse affair, though, make no mistake, they are not the mousy ones running away. They are the bold and in-your-face, confident ones doing the chase. They almost like something more when they can’t have it. Once they get it, they may get bored, for the fun’s gone—and the thrill of the chase. The key with these natives is to keep the attraction alive. There is a great need for these individuals to be recognized for their talents and their unique abilities. They feel very strongly about the work they create and produce and the energy they provide. Their contribution is always great. They can be as passionate about sex as a Pluto in the 8th person can be with death or a Pluto in the 12th person with the paranormal or mystical or absurd. May have to overcome their attitudes about themselves; self-limiting beliefs can become self-fulfilling prophecies. Obsessions are common and constant. May be obsessed with romantic interests, self-gain, prosperity, love, or their personal hobbies or recreational activities. They are most happy when they’re active and doing something. Invests a lot of effort and time into what they love, as well as makes sacrifices to keep doing what they love. May experience fatal attraction or encumber fatal accidents if they meet the wrong people. They are not necessarily the obsessive one in their relationship; with this placement comes the danger of partners or even random strangers from afar being obsessed with them, studying their movements, tracking them, and yearning to have them, wanting to conquer them or have sex with or harm them. Others tend to find natives with this placement irresistibly attractive, physically or sexually; they may find them drop-dead sexy, say they’d kill for them or die for them or claim they can’t live without them or either they will kill themselves if they can’t have them or if they can’t have them, no one can or will, etc. There’s a danger of these natives being abused or manipulated in intimate relationships, or experiencing dating scares or even intimate partner violence (IPV).
These natives can turn people on without trying. Others may misinterpret their casual actions as inviting or welcoming sexual undertones, and may be very suggestive. Some of these natives are naturally flirtatious, but just because they’re nice or flirty doesn’t mean they’re coming on to you or asking for some sort of sexual favor, or wanting it. These individuals can be taken advantage of sexually or be sexually harassed by people who sometimes don’t even recognize their actions fall under the umbrella of sex harassment. These natives can then feel violated or used or dehumanized. Sure, there are some that like role play in the bedroom and will willingly be your sex toy or plaything, but if so, on their terms only—they will vocalize this and make it clear to you. Don’t assume they are hypersexual beings just because you interpret them as being sexual or unafraid of and willing to embrace their sexuality. Even if they are, that’s their call and it’s not for you to judge. And you need to respect people’s boundaries and privacy and ask for consent. Also, it’s never okay to sexualize someone. That being said, these people may enjoy freaky sex or sexual games. And they might be flattered by others showing/demonstrating interest, even sexual, in them. But remember, they call the shots! Even when they’re choosing to take the backseat and let somebody else run the show, it’s by choice; it’s because they wanted to and only because they wanted to. These natives might alternate between being a top and a bottom, being dominant and submissive, or might have a favorite role. May be involved in a dangerous but thrilling, secret love affair, or may enjoy no-strings attached sexual arrangements and low-key, down-low, covert hookups. Like Pluto in the 8th, they might endure sexual trauma in their lifetime or be seen as a freak in the sheets. Very seductive natives. Their desire may increase when nobody knows who they’re seeing or dating/who they’re sleeping or hooking up with. These natives love to feel desirable. They need or crave partners and friends who make them feel good about themselves and celebrate them; they need to feel celebrated. Sometimes, there is a danger of having stalkers with this placement or needing to take out a restraining order, or several. I have observed this pattern several times within people I know, in fact, one person I know had to take out over 5 restraining orders in 2 years because random men became obsessed with her after seeing her social media posts and began sending creepy notes saying they were going to **** her and DM’ing her uncomfortable messages explicitly stating their intent. Some people with this placement may experience being followed or harassed or catcalled or propositioned, especially by people they don’t know. That is the dark side of Pluto in the 5th. Others I know with this placement have experienced pretty intense, toxic, all-or-nothing, soul-consuming affairs, the whole “when it’s good, it’s good and when it’s bad, it’s bad” shebang. Natives with this placement should really exercise caution and always be vigilant. I have also seen this placement commonly along the charts of sex workers or sex-positive individuals. You see a lot of body positivity among these natives as well. Natives with these placements, however, may be seen in a derogatory light—they may be slut-shamed and considered a “thot,” “skank,” “hussy,” or “harlot” or be considered ultra-femme or hypermasuline. Some might love being considered a sex symbol, but for others, it’s yet another way wherein they are ostracized or penalized for their sexual freedom, values, way of living, or sexual/bodily appetites and energies, and it can be a source of shame and trauma for them. They may be called out or exposed or even “cancelled” due to public outrage about how they choose to live, and can be accused of not being classy or being “low-class.” Their worth and bodies can be insulted, demeaned, and degraded. Their sexuality can be intensely scrutinized or criticized, especially if sex is their speciality.
This tendency can be amplified among natives who possess Pluto conjunct Lilith, as well as the public shaming or backlash. More on Pluto in the 5th house: These natives may be the typical tortured artist. Part of them likes to feel tormented, and other parts of them find peace or intense pleasure/satisfaction in playing that role. Role-playing of any kind tends to be a source of amusement or entertainment for them. They love to feel entertained and they are natural entertainers. They are intensely focused individuals and may shine in investigative work or artistic fields. They are very aware of their own flaws, and thus sympathize easily with others’ struggles and demons. Can get into trouble if they repress their desires. This placement needs to express what pleasures them in order to live happily. Creating something or beginning a project tends to make them feel alive. They feel most powerful when they feel the most beautiful and assured in their abilities. They’re most confident in themselves when they feel confident in their bodies. May not have issues flaunting their bodies because it belongs to them and they don’t see it as something to hide or cover from anyone else’s eyes as others may feel. They ooze confidence and fierceness. Taking ownership of who they are makes them feel strong. I always see this placement linked to gambling and other addictions but I don’t think this placement suffers more than anyone else does, in that regard. That being said, they can run into trouble if they go beyond dabbling in recreational substances or activities and turn it into a habit or vice instead of a mere hobby or distraction. So much of their selves are channeled into what they pay attention to and what they expend their energy in or use, including how they express or don’t express what intrigues and empowers or stifles/inhibits and disempowers them. It’s important for them to stay away from anything that makes them feel disembodied. They are more capable than they could ever dream of, far more than the world will ever know. If they have insecurities, they either nurse it and keep it a secret from the public, or disclose it as a way to get over it/overcome it, take their power back and ensure it can never be used against them. They’re very open about their desires. Very gifted, charming, and persuasive. Charismatic. Tend to be extroverted, people-oriented. They like to tease and please/pleasure (and sometimes toy/play with) people. Unbelievable capacity to self-transform. Many gifts and tricks. Very spontaneous people. Tremendous willpower. The power to act and determine, the power to seize at will. The power to create, the power to manifest. They can often speak what they want into existence, but they must be careful, for the opposite is true and they can easily speak what they most fear into reality.
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Echo and Portal
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3k9l5bC
by Kinky_Gothic_Nerd
This fanfic is going to go through the films in order starting with the first Thor all the way until Avengers Infinity War. After this the story will split heavily aiming for a happy ending with little to no character death. Self indulgent fic where I throw two of my friends into the Marvel universe to fix things and fall in love. I will also be adding a lot of my personal ships. There will be some angst but overall this is a feel good story where all the Marvel characters get some love. The main character is named but since it is in first person it isn't used often and very little physical description is offered so still mostly a reader insert.
Lilith and her friend Ephraim are watching a Marvel movie marathon. They get distracted during Thor and stop watching. When they open their eyes next the two find themselves inside the movie. Lilith makes it her job to help the characters thanks to having most of the films memorized. Both her and Ephraim have their sights on seducing a specific character and creating a life in their new universe.
Words: 21354, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Hulk (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Friday (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Hela (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Wong (Marvel), Other Marvel Characters, Warriors Three (Marvel), Too Many Characters to Keep Track of But Most are Here, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Professor Hulk?, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Steve Rogers/Original Male Character(s), Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Thor (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Nebula, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Heimdall (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, powers?, BDSM, Many Kinks, loki becomes an avenger, Some Weird Ships, Porn With Plot, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Happy Ending, All The Ships, Nerdiness, Nerd Fantasy, Pietro Maximoff Lives, Tony Stark Lives, Badass, Clever, Gender Identity, Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), Pansexual Character, Gay Male Character, My First Fanfic, bad grammar?, Beware of Possible Editing, Smut will get its own chapters: important stuff may still happen in them, Really Uneven Chapters: Some will be really long others short
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☯️ + Lilith and Adam2.0 Lupercalia foot rub 😍 (for canon drabbles)
The night had turned out much differently than she imagined. She’d begun the day little more than irritated by the constant, sickening indulgences of mortal couples on their equally sickening valentines, with plans to follow up on Stolas’ suggestion to....thin the herd of the student body a little. And now, here she was, the deadly draught still unused in her bag, as she sat in her chair, wine in hand, with the mortal...Adam (of all the...unfortunate names to have) massaging her feet.
No one ever did that. Not ever. The one person in Hell she desired it from would never deem to...sink so low as to offer her a foot rub. No matter how many times she was...requested to tend to his, to wash them, kiss them.
She watched the mortal with a quiet curiosity, studying him. She had planned to kill him the moment of his arrival (the fact he was travelling so often would have made it easy) but then there’d been that doll, the gift he’d brought, and then he’d...invited himself to the dance and she’d gotten distracted. Not just from killing him but her also her intended...spiking of the punch bowl. Perhaps that was for the best. Mass murder wouldn’t go unnoticed, and she was usually more subtle than that but.....but Stolas had sounded so convincing.
Stolas who was glaring at Adam in dislike, hopping along his branch like a demented pigeon. She chose to ignore him, focusing instead on the mortal.
He wasn’t unattractive, the opposite in fact. She imagined she could call him handsome...as much as mortal men ever were. But it wasn’t his looks that were making her watch him so intently, it was his behaviour. First it had been the gift, and then it was the dancing....she hadn’t danced in a long time, not at anything other than the Dark Lord’s requests. And his favour for....gaudy performances had put her off dancing entirely in recent centuries. But this had been different, certainly unique. Spinning her around, he’d laughed the whole time, a smile never leaving his face, even as Lilith had continued to frown in confusion.
And now....now he was being so gentle. He’d offered the foot rub. She hadn’t had to ask or request or even demand he’d simply....offered. As if he wanted to do it.
“Well, I have to admit, I never imagined the evening playing out like this...” She mused aloud.
“Really? How did you see it ending?”
“Would you believe me if I said in a mass murder?” She replied, disguising the truth behind sarcasm, but her words had an effect regardless as she felt his hands tense, his grip briefly painful, as if it....rang too true for him.
“Ow” She winced, “Careful” There was only two reasons he could possibly have tensed so much. Either he genuinely believed Mary Wardwell capable of a mass murder (highly unlikely) or the places he’d been, the places he’d travelled to, as part of ‘Physicians Without Frontiers’ had been much darker than he’d been willing to share. Lilith knew better than anyone the darkness that filled the world, the violence men caused in every corner of this....particular realm....a mass murder wouldn’t be such an unlikely scene for a charitable doctor to have come across.
Surprising herself, she found a flash of pity course through her, an...almost desire to offer comfort, to....reassure him. Instead she took a breath and merely said “A girl could get used to this”
And she could. Genuinely. Surprisingly. She found she could almost imagine herself here, resting in this cottage, knowing that every night was this man here that was...gentle. She hadn’t known gentleness in a long time, millennia, in fact. And here, in this little home, the fire burning, there was a comfort she hadn’t known she’d been missing. She almost scoffed at herself. She was the Mother of Demons, the Dawn of Doom...and here she was lamenting the absence of softness in Hell.
“I want you to get used to this, Mary. I’m home now. For good”
Lilith carried on watching him as he spoke and began to kiss her feet. Perhaps a girl could get used to this, but if she was entirely honest with herself, she’d have to admit she felt used to it already. She certainly felt....relaxed; something she’d rarely felt over the centuries.
“And I plan to treat you...like the Goddess you are”
His choice of words caused her heart to stop, even if only for the briefest of seconds. Not a girlfriend, not a wife, not a servant or foot-soldier...but a Goddess. Not only a reference of power but a reference of respect. The Dark Lord continued to insist she still wasn’t worthy of a crown and yet a mortal had declared she was....equal to a Goddess. Yes, a girl really could get used to this. A place where she was respected, and treated with consideration. She held Adam’s gaze, feeling something...imperceptible between them, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on when Stolas’ squawk of protest cut through her thoughts, breaking the moment.
“I don’t think your bird likes me” He wasn’t wrong.
“You never mind Stolas,” The bird was just being as interfering as he always was. And judgemental. If he didn’t like Adam then he was just going to have to keep on squawking, as she certainly wasn’t planning on killing him anytime soon, or even throwing him out. No, he could stay exactly where he was. “You just...keep doing what you’re doing”
As he returned his attention to the footrub, Lilith took the opportunity to return to her study of him, watching him with....new eyes. When he first arrived in the office, she’d seen nothing but a burst of....unwelcome energy. Now, however....well, there was something intriguing at the very least. No matter how Stolas protested, she intended to keep the mortal around....
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Year's not over yet! If you want to 14 15 24 25 27?
The year is over because I’m slow but fuck it here we go–
14. a fic you didn’t expect to write
Uhhhh double-dealing here with “Of the Dead and the Wicked” and “Nothing Small.” My goals for this year were supposed to be to just work on Not As Simple, but life (and new ideas) happen. “Of the Dead and the Wicked” was written because my friends and I all got into Good Omens about the same time, and they fell in love with the AU idea. “Nothing Small” was…incredibly spontaneous. I wrote the first chapter in two days haha…
15. something you learned this year
This is probably a weird answer but it is related to fanfic–
Fanfiction? Genuinely teaches you solid writing skills on so many levels–characterization, pacing, endurance, grammar, tricks with perspective–that many people otherwise lack. It’s amazing what it can do for you, and how much you realize that difference once you get outside the world of fanfiction.
Context? I started my MFA in Creative Writing this year. I won’t specify where but let’s just stay it’s a prestigious program–not top five maybe, but…very good. Very competitive. Not cheap. Not easy to get into.
And dear God…some of my classmates cannot write. They cannot write the way fanfiction writers can. They do not have the same stamina for long projects. They do not have the same depth of imagination. They do not have the same…well, they don’t have the same balls I’ve seen on some of the best of fanfiction writers to take the absolutely batshit and make it incredible. They are not willing to go as deep, or as hard, or as ridiculous (and no, this is not a sex joke, but I heard plenty whenever I mentioned fanfic). They do not, to quote my favorite meme when discussing creative writing in academia, have the range.
I have survived a semester of shocking grammar and spelling, sexist writing, and a godawful lack of self-awareness about what they are putting out into the world, what it says, and what it looks like. I have received truly, staggeringly unhelpful feedback–I have sat through class sessions of classmates misgendering the main character of my novel, telling me my two main characters need to fuck, and that the main problem of my story is that my nonbinary protagonist doesn’t seem “nonbinary enough” (this said by cis people to me, an openly NB person), when I’d made it clear my concern with that story was how to write a science fiction cop novel that can criticize cop culture and discuss police brutality while also indulging in the age-old drama of the detective story and without overstepping my bounds as someone who has been lucky enough in this life not to directly experience police violence myself.
There are amazing people in my program, too. Incredibly talented people. But there’s also so many that I cannot believe got in here. In short? I get laughed at a lot when I loudly declare I write fanfic, but fanfic could have done a lot to give these writers some very necessary practice and feedback. And, perhaps, a little more reflection on what they’re writing, why, and what it’s accomplishing.
24. favorite fic you read this year
I sadly cannot confess to the first fic that came to mind for this because it was a crack fic and I will…never live it down.
Instead, let me offer to you the Nanny Knows Best series for Good Omens. Which broke my heart 10 times over and I pray daily that the sequel fic will resume updates (they also stopped updating in August, like when I stopped updating “Of The Dead and the Wicked” so perhaps…this is my penance…Nanny will not return until Lilith does??)
25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read
Sure as the Setting Sun, a BNHA/Mob Psycho crossover (yes I know what that sounds like but Work with me here), blew my fucking mind. It’s basically about Mob joining UA and trying to aggressively Pacifist his was through hero school while All Might interrogates quirkless and unlicensed hero Reigen in the background. It’s fucking glorious and I look forward to every update.
27. favorite fanfic author of the year
Honestly I’m bad at tracking authors (pitiful…pitiful…I know) and I could scrounge up the like…6 dabihawks authors who’s pages I keep accidentally returning to but I’m bad at names so. I will instead give my customary finger-guns to @queenangst who continues to turn out amazing content even if I run out of time to read as much as I should like. And also because she wrote this ask meme so it’s Funny.
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January 21, 2020 – Astrotransits
Don’t be misled by Saturn change of degree from 22º to 23º to think that the conjunction has separated. Since Monday the 13th, they have only separated 45’, which means that they are technically both at the same degree. Considering a 3º for the conjunction of outer planets, their actual separation won’t happen until mid-February. Therefore, we are still under the obsessive relentless pressure of a profound transformation. However, the ‘butterfly’ may not be able to get out of the cocoon until January 2024, when Pluto finally enters Aquarius, and the whole paradigm shifts.
Once again, be patient, gentle, be compassionate and forgive yourself and others. Don’t judge, make peace with yourself and the world, take it one day at a time. Have compassion as well with those who you perceive as your enemies or antithesis. They are under the same pressure, and you may not recognize them later on. Write your journal just to document who you are now, so your new self, down the road is informed of where you have been.
As Mars square Venus Neptune conjunction mid-point, and then squares Neptune, and semi-squares the Sun. Your will power, energy, assertiveness, initiative or actions focused on the future or motivated by strong convictions can either victimize you or make you a victimizer. If you’re indulging or escaping into lala-love-land, lala-pleasure-land, lala-fantasy-land, you may set yourself up for a good crash with these aspects. Suppose that you drink too much, you may expose yourself to violence. Beware of secret love affairs promising paradise on earth because you may be deceived or you may deceive yourself intentionally or unintentionally. The Sun in the mix makes it obvious and visible.
Be careful with the actions of religious or cultural groups; keep clear of being seduced by a mystic spiritual practice, or the delusion of blissful altered states of mind using substances, because you may be victimized. Something similar may happen if you are carried away by a romantic love connection that seems too good to be true. Venus Neptune can be blissful and spiritually fulfilling, but can also be misleading, deceitful, unreal.
Hopefully, Venus waxing semi-square to Saturn-Pluto is able to ground that ethereal Piscean energy. But the aspect between Saturn and Uranus can show up as a very emotional confrontation between the need for freedom or something different and the pull to follow societal conventions, limitations and restrain.
In addition, the Moon at the final degree of Sagittarius squares Black Moon Lilith 29º Pisces. Deep fears can be awakened by becoming vulnerable. Your mind can measure other people’s actions with suspicion thinking that they may hurt you at any moment. ‘Maybe she/he is so nice because they want something from me’ -kind of thinking makes it hard to trust the ‘other’.
Walk barefoot, spend time in Nature, eat some roots today to stay grounded. Make it a good day! Sat Nam.
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