#lucifer is tored of them at this point

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

After lesson 16

MC: I learnt an important lesson....

Lucifer: that you should listen to me?

MC: that death isn't real and I'm basically god.

Lucifer: ....MC, no.

[guiltyandashamed]

scuffle in the rain

lucifer x reader fluff

1.2k words

You hadn’t expected the rain. The sky had been cloudy, yes, but that meant little in the Devildom where the weather was temperamental. Maybe you should have checked the forecast. Maybe you should have left earlier. But by the time you were halfway through the winding path home, the clouds cracked open like a wound, and rain came down in thick, merciless sheets.

Within seconds, your clothes were soaked through, clinging to your skin like second flesh. You held your bag close and started to run, half-blinded, hoping to shave a few minutes off the walk back to the House of Lamentation.

Your foot hit a slick patch of stone. Time slowed just enough for you to register the mistake before gravity yanked you down, hard. You landed knees first, hands instinctively breaking the fall. Pain bloomed, hot and immediate, as skin tore against the pavement. You hissed but pushed yourself up quickly, rain washing over your wounds before the sting could fully register. You didn’t want to stop. Not here. Not now.

By the time you reached the front steps, you were dripping—hair plastered to your face, water soaking your socks and shoes, your fingers trembling slightly from the cold. You hesitated at the door. The entryway was polished and immaculate, and the idea of dragging mud and rainwater across it felt… wrong. You stood just inside, puddling by the threshold, silently dripping onto the floor as your breath came in shallow, exhausted little pulls. The ache in your knees was pulsing now, your hands stinging each time you shifted your weight.

“MC, what are you doing?”

The voice made you flinch. Deep, smooth, unmistakable.

Lucifer was descending the stairs, eyes drawn sharply to your figure in the doorway. He stopped halfway down, gaze narrowing as he took in the soaked state of you, the small puddle forming at your feet, the tight clutch of your arms around your middle.

You offered a small, sheepish shrug. “I didn’t want to track water through the house.”

He sighed. a long, pointed sound full of tired disbelief. “Honestly…” he murmured, already striding toward you. Without hesitation, he took your arm—his grip firm but not rough—and started leading you down the hallway. “You’re freezing. Come on.”

“I didn’t mean want to make a mess,” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it.” His tone was curt but not unkind.

He led you to the bathroom, flipping on the lights. You blinked at the brightness, eyes adjusting as he moved with efficiency—pulling a towel from the rack, setting it aside, then turning back to look at you fully. He hadn’t missed the subtle wince when you took a step, the way you shifted your weight away from one leg.

“What happened?” he asked, brow furrowing.

“I slipped on the way back. It’s not—”

Before you could finish, he knelt slightly and took a gentle hold of your wrist, guiding your hand into the light. His brows furrowed at the scraped skin, red and raw with flecks of dirt and gravel still clinging to it.

“You should have said something.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad.”

Lucifer clicked his tongue softly, disapproval sharp in his eyes. “Of course you didn’t.”

He stood and left briefly, returning with one of his shirts—crisp black cotton, a little oversized on you—and a pair of his pants, something soft and forgiving at the waist. He placed them beside the sink and handed you the towel.

“Dry yourself off. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, teeth chattering slightly now as you peeled away layers of damp fabric, each tug dragging cold air across your skin. First your shirt over your head, it landed with a heavy and wet thud on the edge of the bathrub. The scrapes on your palms throbbed with each movement, and then you realized you had to pull your pants down past your scraped knees. When Lucifer returned, he carried a small first-aid kit, placing it carefully on the counter before glancing over his shoulder at you, still swaddled in the towel. His gaze was modest, glancing over you but noticing your hesitation with the pants.

“Sit,” he said, nodding toward the edge of the bathtub. “Let me see.”

You obeyed, hand shaking slightly. He knelt again, took your wrists and turned them over. He sighed as he gently cleaned the scrape with methodical care. You winced and pulled back slightly. He didn’t comment, but his touch grew just a little lighter. He removed the small gravel bits embedded in the skin, eyes narrowed in focus, jaw tense.

“You shouldn’t run in this weather,” he murmured. “The stones are slick.”

“I know that now.”

He gave a quiet huff that might’ve been amusement, or exasperation. After wrapping the wounds, he helped you tug the pants down to your ankles, noticing you wince as it came down your knees. He gave them the same care, his fingers careful, patient. When he was done, he stood, draping the towel over your legs and reaching for another for your hair. He was gentle, massaging your hair until it was slightly damp instead of sopping. He handed you the clean clothes.

“I’ll wait outside,” he said. “You’ll catch a fever like this.”

You changed quickly, grateful for the dry warmth of his clothes, for the subtle comfort of the scent that clung to the fabric—coffee, parchment, something grounding. When you stepped back into the hall, he was already there, watching you with arms crossed, a quiet sort of attentiveness in his gaze.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Good. Come with me.”

He led you to the main sitting room where the fireplace crackled quietly, casting gold light across the floor. Lucifer gestured for you to sit on the thick rug, near enough to the fire to warm your fingers. Then, to your surprise, he sat beside you—not rigid or formal, but at ease, as though he'd meant to do this all along.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The fire popped and hissed, warming your chilled limbs, your damp hair starting to dry. You stared into the flames, tension slowly bleeding from your shoulders.

“You’re reckless sometimes,” Lucifer said at last, not unkindly. “You push yourself too hard.”

You glanced at him. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

His eyes found yours, stern but softened at the edges. “Looking after you isn’t a burden.”

You blinked, throat tightening faintly. He didn’t say anything else, simply shifted slightly closer, enough that your shoulders touched. The heat from the fireplace, and from him, was enough to lull you into stillness.

You leaned your head against his arm. He didn’t pull away, in fact, he wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer. And for the rest of the evening, he stayed there—silent, steady, letting the fire warm the room while his presence warmed you.

[shapard]

Sweet Delusion🌙

Lucifer x fem!reader

Tw: Gore, burning alive, angst, Violence

God's Game

Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4

Story begin under the cut

Guilt consumed him, an unrelenting storm within.

The hatred he bore for himself was blinding, a corrosive force eating at his core.

You reminded him so much of her. Her voice, her defiance, her fragility. Yet you were a Sinner. That much was undeniable. There was a reason you were here, in Hell. You had taken his gift—perverted it—used it to cause harm.

His hatred for Sinners, compounded by the agonizing loss of his wife, had overtaken him. It had twisted him so deeply that he had nearly killed you.

But in his darkest moments, one truth clawed at the edges of his mind: he was no better than any soul condemned to Hell.

Lucifer’s crimson eyes shifted to your unconscious body. Guilt seared his throat, sharp and relentless. Swallowing felt like choking on fire, his very existence trembling beneath the weight of his shame. The image of you sprawled on the floor, engulfed in flames—his flames—was burned into his memory.

He’d almost killed you.

For God’s sake, he’d nearly wiped you out of existence. The hatred he’d felt was gone now, eclipsed by something far more unbearable. When he looked at you, all he saw was her. The ghost of her face haunted yours, but there was a difference that tore at him.

You tried.

You had tried to reach him, to understand the rift between you. You hadn’t run, hadn’t abandoned him like the others. And what had he done? He’d unleashed his wrath upon you. He clawed at his own hair in anguish, the memories creeping back like venom through his veins.

He was the Devil, after all. The King of Hell.

The door creaked open, revealing Belphegor, her purple eyes shadowed with grim purpose. Behind her were Angel and Charlie, their faces pale and silent. Lucifer’s gaze met his daughter’s, but she refused to look at him.

“We have a problem,” Belphegor said, her voice like broken glass in the silence. The air grew heavy as everyone waited for her to continue.

She pointed toward you, still and fragile, wrapped in bloodstained bandages. “Y/n’s body is fighting for survival. Something in her has triggered... something dark. She’s using her own ability to destroy herself.”

Lucifer stiffened. What?

The room collectively held its breath. Charlie, the beacon of hope, crumpled beside your bed, her hands trembling. “There must be a way to save her!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation.

Belphegor laughed bitterly, her grin devoid of humor. “There is. But it’s not simple. We need to understand why she’s doing this—why she wants to end herself so badly.”

Charlie’s face brightened with a fragile flicker of hope. “How? How do we figure that out?”

Belphegor’s eyes darkened into endless voids as she turned sharply toward Lucifer. “There’s only one who can do it. Him. He’s the only one who can enter Y/n’s mind and uncover the truth.”

The room erupted. Angel stepped forward, his fury palpable. “No! I won’t let that monster near her again! Not in her mind!”

Belphegor’s voice dropped, her tone chilling. “Would you rather let her die?”

Angel faltered, his protest caught in his throat.

“Then shut up,” she hissed. “Lucifer is the only one capable. He’ll do it. Or she’s gone forever.”

After a long, tension-filled silence, Lucifer sat heavily beside your bed. His hands trembled as he placed them on your fragile frame. “I’m sorry, Y/n,” he whispered. A soft glow enveloped you both as Lucifer’s eyes darkened, pulling him into the abyss of your mind.

_____

It was dark.

You were terrified.

The endless void stretched around you as you fell, powerless and weightless, for what felt like hours. Was this death? Was this the final punishment?

Your body ached as though you were splintering apart from the inside. Memories flashed before your eyes—fire licking at your skin, the unbearable agony of being burned alive. The screams ripped from your throat until you thought your voice was gone forever.

Your hand lifted weakly, and you saw it: flames dancing across your skin, devouring you. A voice echoed in your mind, venomous and cruel: “You’re a disgrace. Who would ever love you?”

The words hurt more than the fire, searing through your soul. You hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone. You’d tried to be good, but you had failed, hadn’t you? You were poison.

The pain surged, and you closed your eyes, wishing for it to end.

Then a blinding light erupted before you.

“Kitty!” The voice was familiar—Lucifer’s. His tone held a desperation that made you hesitate.

You reached toward the light but froze. Was he here to hurt you again? To finish what he started?

The light condensed into a silhouette, and Lucifer appeared, his wings outstretched as he caught you in an instant. His hands, cool and steady, dispelled the fire on your skin, though the pain lingered deep inside.

“I took the flames away,” he said, his voice breaking. “Why are you still hurting?”

Your laughter was bitter, a broken sound. “Because I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere.”

Lucifer’s scarlet eyes widened, anguish etched into his face. “Don’t say that. Charlie needs you. I need you.”

Your grip tightened on his collar, pulling him close. “You don’t get it. I destroy everything I touch. And you—” Your voice cracked as tears burned down your cheeks. “You proved it to me.”

“No,” he pleaded, his voice raw. “Let me help you. Please. This is all my fault.”

“I’m done pretending,” you whispered, your words sharp and final. “I won’t survive for someone else’s sake again.”

Lucifer reached out as you slipped from his grasp, your body falling back into the void. His wings flared, desperate to catch you, but you didn’t fight it anymore. This time, you wouldn’t let anyone else decide your fate.

“NO!” Lucifer’s scream tore through the darkness as he dove after you. He reached for you, fingers inches away.

And then, impact.

Your body shattered against the ground below, blood pooling like shadows. Lucifer collapsed beside you, his hands trembling as he cradled your broken form. “No,” he choked. “Kitty... don’t leave me. Please.”

His powers surged, golden and furious, as he forced them into your lifeless body. The void erupted in violent light and shadow, a chaotic struggle of life and death.

“I’ll save you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Even if it means losing myself.”

Painful seconds stretched into eternity before your body jerked violently, golden markings flaring across your skin. You screamed, the sound echoing in the endless void.

Lucifer’s wings spread wide, casting shadows over the glowing thorns around you. His power consumed everything, binding you to him, forcing life back into you.

The void fell silent.

And then…

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice quiet and unfamiliar.

Lucifer turned, his eyes wide. “Kitty?”

You tilted your head, a serene smile curving your lips. You looked towards an unfamiliar Man. A chill ran through Lucifer as another voice spoke, soft but chilling. “My name is Sharen. Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped toward the source of the voice, his chest tightening. The figure who called himself Sharen wore a disarmingly pleasant expression, but something about him was deeply, profoundly wrong. 

The air around him seemed to warp, oppressive and stifling, as if it carried the weight of something unspeakable.

Lucifer’s skin prickled. He could feel it—a predator hidden beneath the mask of civility, its intentions coiled and waiting. Sharen’s smile stretched just a fraction too wide, his gaze holding a glint of malice that flickered like a shadow in candlelight.

“Who... are you, Sharen?” Lucifer’s voice was low, strained, the edges sharp with suspicion. His hands itched to summon his power, to defend himself against whatever this was.

Sharen tilted his head, the motion unnatural, a marionette moved by invisible strings. When he spoke, his tone was soft, almost mocking, each word curling through Lucifer’s mind like smoke.

“Does it matter?” Sharen asked, his grin widening. “After all, I’m not the first version of myself you’ve met.”

Lucifer stiffened, his breath catching as his surroundings began to shift. The void around him twisted, peeling back like scorched paper. He was no longer standing in nothingness but in a hazy, distorted memory—one that wasn’t his own.

There you were. On your knees, flames licking at your skin as you screamed, your voice fractured with despair. And standing above you was him—Lucifer. Not the man he thought himself to be, but a monstrous version, his expression cold, merciless.

Sharen’s voice echoed behind him, a venomous whisper:

“Recognize yourself yet, my King?”

When you think this is the worst it can get.

Just wait.

Spoiler next chapter:

“I just... I just wanted him back,” you whimpered to no one, your voice raw and trembling. “The real Sharen. The caring Sharen. The man who loved me…” Your words dissolved into a guttural sob as you looked at your hands—shaking, bloodied, foreign.

💫

Taglist

@ravensdecent36 @i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete @ylovei @cimadreamer @ayanazoldyck @froggybich @ravensdecent36 @fangthesandwing @luna-naoffcial @avadakadabra93

[hazelfoureyes]

Coven: @fraugwinska @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes @macabr3-barbi3 @synamartia (banners by Syn!)

Masterlist for Kinktober (Thank you Syn!)

Kinktober 2024 - Day 13 - Handcuffs

Charlie naively thinks handcuffs will make her father-figures come to see how much they have in common.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

「warnings/promises: RadioApple, handcuffs, blowjob, handjob, ex wife was hot so what can he do, Luci had a fantasy ready to go for this which is super sus」

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

MDNI ⛓️🔥

The handcuffs were meant to make Lucifer and Alastor spend time together. Surely, Charlie thought, if they just got to see how similar they were they’d become better friends!

So with a little magic and fast hands, she trapped her father and her hotelier into her newest activity.

It began horribly, the two nearly ripping off their limbs to separate from each other. But after a few hours and with a lot of Charlie’s high pitched pleading, they settled. 

Alastor being right handed and Luci being left handed meant every time Alastor turned the page of his paper he yanked the other man’s phone from his range of vision. Every time Luci picked up his tea up Alastor was wretched forward and to the right.

The tug and pull went on all day. When it was time to prepare for bed, everyone having their rituals, Charlie was nowhere to be seen. 

Of course she isn’t, they thought in unknown unison.

Alastor suffered through Lucifer’s indulgent bubble bath, sitting on a foot stool beside the claw foot tug. His fur got wet and soapy every time Luci ran his hands into the water.

He had his revenge though, Lucifer sitting in a modest wooden chair beside Alastor’s own plush reading chair. 

Then an argument came over whose bed to use. 

“Mine is bigger.” Lucifer stated.

“Mine is here.” Alastor pointed at his bed in front of them.

“Mine is bigger.” Lucifer arm’s stretched out for emphasis.

“And mine has never had you and your former wife in it.”

That did it.

Lucifer was unhappy to be on the right side of Alastor’s bed, the left was his side, but it wasn’t possible like this. Unless they both wanted to sleep on their stomachs, which Luci could manage but Alastor refused the position. He claimed it was an issue of security but Lucifer was sure he was just being difficult for difficult’s sake.

Alastor’s sleep came easily, but was interrupted by the pull of his arm and a jingle of metal links. In the darkness of the room, he needed several seconds to recognize the motion.

He yanked his arm back, “What the living hell are you doing?!”

Luci whined, tugging in turn, “I was almost done.”

“Why did you start?!” 

His pout was hidden in the dark, “It just got like that and…It wouldn’t go away.”

“They don’t just get like that. I do have one, after all.” Alastor held his right arm high in the air, therefore holding Luci’s dominant arm too.

“You mentioned her. So… I was thinking about… better times in our bed.” Luci let his body be pulled up with the force, muscles slack with an overwhelmingly pathetic energy.

Alastor crossed his arms, keeping Luci from returning his hand to his lap. He tried to fall back asleep, but a small whimper made his ears turn and tore him back from rest.

“Use the other hand!” He snapped.

“But it can’t keep the pace even and it’s gets tired faster.” 

“Fuck, fine! Just make it fast.” Alastor dropped his hand, and Luci’s, heavily into the other man’s stomach. 

Luci’s eyes shined in the shadows, quickly wrapping his fingers around his shaft and returning to stroking at the thought of his estranged wife.

Barely 90 seconds later Alastor growled, “Why is it taking so long?”

“Well now I know you’re awake! For hell’s sake can you stop being such an asshole?” 

When the up and down movement started again, the clinking and shaking of the chain moved to the cuff itself and began to irritate Alastor’s wrist. He was at his wits end when the metal tugged at his fur and he entirely lost his patience. Smacking away Luci’s hand, Alastor sat up and took over with languid strokes.

Luci stiffened in every sense of the word, a choked out, “What the fuck are you doing?” barely escaping.

“What does it look like? Speeding this up. I’m tired.” He chided, “Turn on the lamp.” When Luci waved his right arm around dramatically to show it was too short the taller man rolled his eyes, “With your magic, sire.” A respectful moniker wrapped in a seethingly disrespectful tone. Luci snapped and a bedside lamp lit up. 

With his sight restored, Alastor watched Lucifer’s shiny cockhead disappear and reappear as his foreskin glided over it. He didn’t need to see to do this, but he was curious. 

The king wasn’t so large, but he was getting heavier and heavier with every swipe. Soon his skin was drawn back and no longer offering Alastor any help. Running his thumb over Lucifer’s weeping slit he spread as much precum around as he could to lubricate his fingers.

Luci twitched, his free hand drawing up to his chest to grip his pajama shirt. He hadn’t meant for Alastor to help, he just had been thinking of happier times with Lilith. 

But as he closed his eyes to focus on finishing this for both of their sakes, he found Lilith melting away. The royal bedchamber was gone entirely, replaced by a blue toned bayou and bright red eyes beaming down at him. He could imagine how they got there, perhaps a camping trip to help the group bond. Alastor sneaking over to his sleeping bag, wanting to please his king for the perfect choice of location… 

His first moan was loud and long, taking Alastor by surprise. His ears folded forward and followed his eyes to Luci’s face. He was chewing on his bottom lip, eyes clenched shut as he whimpered a much lovelier version of his earlier whine. 

Releasing his shirt, he shifted to get his right hand under his hips and ass. Alastor watched, hand slowing slightly since his attention was now divided, as Luci began prodding and rubbing circles around his hole.

Alastor had momentarily forgotten handjobs were a sexual act, and that sometimes one act led to others. He picked up his speed, rubbing his palm over Luci’s swollen cock as a finger slipped into him.

“Alastor,” so softly spoken that for a moment Alastor thought he’d just imagined his own name. In Luci’s private show, Alastor was roughly preparing him. A second finger pushed in beside the first, Luci’s hips rising off the bed as he sang out another, “Alasto- aah!” Cut off by a more vigorous moan. 

The sinner’s ears were twitching, turning to Luci’s mouth and back to the sharp wet sounds of his lap and ass. He wasn’t thinking about Lilith anymore, clearly.

Why was Alastor’s mouth watering? He caught his breathing before it could run away from him. He watched somewhat mesmerized as those two small fingers pump in and out, deeper and deeper and matched the pacing of his hand to the rhythm. A high pitched noise sounded from Lucifer’s throat.

“Put in another finger.” Alastor instructed.

Luci’s self fucking stopped, finally opening his eyes, “What?”

“You heard me,” Alastor reoriented himself to kneel between his king’s legs and widened them with his thighs. “Another.” His eyes were trained on Luci’s “free” hand. Luci’s ass ground down as he squeezed a third finger in. The stretch was more than he needed to cum, a burn that grew as he restarted his thrusts. “Now you can call out my name,” he said it low, static popping in the tense air between them.

Lucifer didn’t close his eyes again. The fantasy was trash compared to the reality before him. Alastor’s eyes fixed on him in the low light of the room, and he could have sworn he saw him lick his lips. “Aaah! Ha, Alastor-,” Luci’s hips began to rock up into the tight fist working him with a suspicious skillfulness. “Nngh!” Alastor brought his other hand to hold his balls, almost testing how tight and heavy they felt in his palm. 

But when that hand then gripped the base of his cock hard, Luci’s knees drew into Alastor’s sides. His cuffed hand grabbed the radio demon’s wrist and stopped him. “Slow down— it’s, it’s too much.”

With an audible and clearly for show, “Tsk,” Alastor took Luci’s left hand and pinned it into the pillows above the smaller man’s head. With both of his hands now preoccupied, Alastor looked down at the bright red cock between them. A line of precum dribbled out and onto Luci’s snow toned skin. And then he remembered he was a cannibal, who’d not yet eaten every essence of his fellow sinners. Let alone that of someone as pure as a fallen angel.

Alastor scooted his hips closer and closer to the headboard, raising Luci’s lower body up and over just a little until he could get his lips around his majesty’s dick.

“Unholy hell—,” Lucifer’s fingers quickened. There was an eroticism in pretending he couldn’t just rip his hand back down and pry Alastor off of him. Three fingers? Was that close to how it would feel if they— Something in the idea of someone, anyone, in hell having the true upper hand on him made his pleasure crescendo, as quickly as his core could tighten that cord of tension in his gut snapped. Lucifer came hard into Alastor’s mouth, feeling his tongue jump and undulate to swallow all he was giving.

Alastor lifted his head and began coughing, black eyes narrowed on Lucifer, “You could have fucking warned me!”

The sound of Alastor’s voice was drowned out by the hum of his own blood pounding in his eardrums. He couldn’t have, though. He was rendered entirely mute by the sight and sensation of Alastor sucking his cock to form any noises at all let alone words.

Through a blissed out haze Luci sighed and pulled out his fingers. He motioned with his chin to Alastor’s lap between them, “Seems like you have a problem now too. Should I lend you a hand?”

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆Masterlist.ೃ࿔*:･

˖ ݁𖥔.Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult.𖥔 ݁ ˖

@eris-norwega @reath-solia @catticora , @angelicribbons , @xalygatorx

@cxrsedwxrlds , @nonetheartist , @tsunaki , @janchei , @moonmark98

, @readergirlstuff , @berry-demon , @chirimeimei , @fairyv-ice , @olive-frog ,

@thonethatflies620 , @tiredkiwiii , @ilikemyteawithmilk , @whateverlololo , @psipies

@howabouticallyou , @roxxie-wolf , @fizzled-phoenix , @star-kujo-platinum

, @a-case-of-attachment, @multifandomfanatic02 @watereddownmilk , @bontensbabygirl @smoky000

@hoebihoeshi , @pansexual-opera-house , @polytheatrix , @lorddiabigmommymilkers , @backinthefkingbuildingagain

@harley2223-blog , @poinappel , @midnightnoiserose , @spookieroz , @missmidorima ,

@ivebeenthearchersstuff , @downbadforfictionalppl , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @sleepylittledemon , @aether-th3-enby

@dontfuckbutimfab @breathlessaura , @aperfectidiot , @certainlygay , @jth12

[inubaki]

The Sea Queen

-Lucifer's side

-self-loathing

——

From the countless tales whispered in the depths of the ocean during his youth, Lucifer had learned that humans were creatures of destruction and malice. They tainted the purity of their waters with waste, ravaged the beauty of their lands for their own gain, and inflicted harm upon anything they deemed unfamiliar or threatening. Even as a mighty Kraken, fear hung like a shadow over him during those formative years. 

This trepidation intensified when a relentless storm, more ferocious than any he had ever encountered, tore him from the safety of his pod. Cast aside by the waves, he found himself marooned on a small, sun-kissed island, far from the familiar depths of his ocean home. On the rocky shore, he writhed ineffectually, his colossal tentacles struggling against the constraints of the foreign land. 

Helpless and vulnerable, he could only observe as a group of small humans approached, their laughter echoing through the salty air. Their eyes gleamed with a playful mischief that sent chills down his spine and his heart racing with dread; he realized their intentions were far from innocent. With each step they took, the pounding rhythm of fear surged within him, a cruel reminder of the terror he had always felt towards these land-dwellers. Here, on this unfamiliar terrain, he could do nothing but wait and watch as they closed in, driven by a dark curiosity that made his heart race with panic.

They had furiously kicked at him, planning to do terrible things to the already weak Kraken. He hated them for hurting him while he was down and he hated how some of his tentacles were ripped out during the storm to the point he was too weak to fight back. He did hiss. That only deterred them for a second before they mockingly hissed back at him. Lucifer could only bite his lip in anger. 

And then he came. A beautiful child, perhaps older than his abusers, and he looked very angry as he yelled at them to stop. He stared down at the children and to his great surprise, began to fight off the children before they ran for their homes, crying. "Yeah, that's right!" The child yelled, brandishing his fists triumphantly.

Despite the mysterious human saving him, he didn't trust him.

XxX

It didn’t take long for Lucifer to develop a deep trust in Adam. There was something strikingly captivating about him that drew Lucifer in like a moth to a flame. Adam possessed a refreshing innocence, seemingly untouched by the darker realities of the world around them. His words flowed effortlessly, each sentence imbued with a buoyancy that made it impossible for Lucifer to disengage. Oh, how he could lose himself in their conversations for hours on end!

Adam’s voice was a melody, soothing and harmonious as if it were crafted by celestial beings themselves. Every inflection and laugh seemed to sprinkle the air with joy, compelling Lucifer to lean in closer, hanging on every word. His eyes were mesmerizing, resembling two glimmering pools of gold that danced with light in the sunlight, radiating warmth and sincerity. Whenever their gazes met, a spark ignited between them, and that radiant smile of Adam always brightened Lucifer's day, spreading an infectious cheer that filled the space around them.

He was glad they had gotten around to communicating with each other because Lucifer wanted his Adam to hear him for the first time. It was no wonder, then, that Lucifer, despite being younger, found himself irresistibly drawn to Adam.

So, he began to test the waters. Ever so slightly, he would bite Adam's fingers. It was the start of any courtship, though Lucifer being so young made it a bit odd, but he needed to make sure that no one would ever see Adam and not think he was being courted! And that meant he needed to be bitten.

Adam seemed surprised by this but never pushed him away. This only encouraged Lucifer more. Adam was accepting him! Surely that meant they were meant to be! Anytime Lucifer got excited, he would bite Adam and leave his marks. It was not too rough; humans were on the fragile side, but enough to get his message across.

One fateful day, in a moment of impulsive enthusiasm, Lucifer sank his teeth into Adam's skin a bit too forcefully. Instantly, a thin stream of crimson blood seeped from the wound, glistening in the soft light like a dark ruby. Adam's reaction was immediate and visceral; he recoiled sharply, shoving Lucifer away with a force that caught the Kraken off guard. 

Lucifer's wide, expressive eyes locked onto Adam's face, which was twisted in disbelief before being consumed with mind-numbing pain. Adam was rejecting him. He had seen it happen in his pod. Krakens came to strike their luck only to be turned away from them after a small bite. At least they were rejected quickly. Lucifer had known Adam for a while now and he had never, not once, had he ever pushed Lucifer away! Why now?! What did Lucifer do wrong?!

"Why?!" He cried out, clutching at himself, tears welling in his eyes. "Why?! Why?!" He felt arms hold him but he wouldn’t be consoled. Adam rejected him. What had he done to deserve something like that?! They had been growing closer all the time so why would Adma push him away?!

Suddenly, he felt a small bite on his fingers. It was enough to get him to sniffle and look at Adam curiously. What was he doing? The bites continued, each growing bolder until Lucifer felt like he was a blushing mess with how much he was being bitten.

Did this mean Adam liked him again?! Lucifer lept and pinned Adam down, nipping at his face in happiness. The human laughed. All had been forgiven.

Lucifer should have known that their happiness could not have lasted.

While Adam was away, deep within the shadows of his cave, Lucifer stirred restlessly. The air was thick with unease when suddenly, a familiar call echoed through the stillness—a voice that tugged at his heart. It was another Kraken, his cousin, a being of great strength and beauty, and he felt a rush of joy as he sensed her presence. With a gentle yet deliberate movement, the massive creature navigated the rocky formations of his above water dwelling, inching toward the entrance.

Finally, peering out into the crystalline depths of the ocean, Lucifer spotted her—a sight both mesmerizing and haunting. The Kraken emerged gracefully from the dark waters, revealing only the upper half of her powerful form. Her long, flowing blonde hair shimmered like strands of spun gold under the faint light filtering through the water, illuminating her features. But beneath her striking appearance, there was an unmistakable air of apprehension. Her vivid yellow eyes darted nervously, searching for something—or someone—amidst the shadows. 

“Lu? Is that you?” she asked, her voice a mix of hope and uncertainty, reverberating through the water with a slight tremor.

Overwhelmed with relief, Lucifer's face broke into a wide smile, his sharp teeth glistening as he responded, "B! It’s so wonderful to see you! I’m so glad you found me! I’m almost healed, and then we can finally leave this place! I need to introduce you to someone special. His name is—”

“Lucifer, stop!” B interjected, her voice suddenly grave and filled with emotion. The joy that had illuminated Lucifer’s heart began to dim as he noticed the distress etched on her face. “Something terrible has happened,” she continued, her words tumbling out like a chilling tide. “Our pod was attacked!” 

The weight of her revelation crashed over Lucifer like a brutal wave, shattering the relief he had felt moments ago. Fear gripped him as he realized the gravity of the situation; the world around him transformed in an instant, and the vibrant beauty seeing his kin felt suddenly suffocating.

"What?" Who would dare—

"It was the humans of this island! They found us while we were hunting and took us by surprise!" B was now sobbing. "Half our family is dead! They killed while they laughed at us!"

Lucifer turned dangerous yellow and red eyes to the village, face stony. "B? Gather some more Kraken. We have a special hunting game for tomorrow."

They would pay for hurting his family. One way or another.

Now, all he needed was Adam in this cave while he protected him so he can place claim so no one else would hurt him. Hos poor Adal was innocent of hurting his pod and therefore will be spared.

He didn't even realize that the next day was Adam's birthday when his precious human told him. He was excited, talking about anything and everything while telling Lucifer how big he was now that he was eleven.

Lucifer smiled but it came out strained. Despite knowing what was about to go down and knew how justified he was, he couldn't help but guilty knowing it would leave Adam all by himself.

"Lucifer? Is something wrong?" Oh, his precious human saw how upset he was and wanted to comfort him! He didn't deserve Adam. Lucifer smiled and said, "I'm perfectly fine."

Then, the screaming began. The attack was in full swing coaxing Adam to immediately stood. Forever brave and reckless in his instinct to fight and protect from whomever was attacking his home, Lucifer’s heart truly broke then. Lucifer could neither risk Adam’s interference nor his mate’s potential for injury or death. But knowing it to be impossible to convince Adam otherwise Lucifer reacted methodically. Quickly leaping upon Adam’s back Lucifer thrusting in his fangs with the purpose like a hunter rather in a mate. Injecting a paralyzing venom, normally reserved for larger hunts, to successfully staggered his human in an instant.

Adam hit the floor with hardly a whimper and barely conscious. Lucifer couldn't help but stare in sympathy as he looked upon his helpless dazed expression. "I'm so sorry, Adam." 

Yet as his beloved lost his battle with consciousness, Lucifer couldn't help but admire just how beautiful he looked laid out before him. Covered in bites, but tainted by one and Lucifer refused it to be their last. Opening his maw, the kraken ripped through Adam’s shirt and descended upon him. Biting anywhere he could and only releasing him when he was satisfied with his marks. "My beloved, I will reunite with you again. But my Ocean home needs it's King."

——

25 Years Later

——

Lucifer awoke to an unsettling silence that enveloped the room. Typically, the gentle, rhythmic sound of his beloved Adam’s soft snores filled the air, a comforting melody that lulled him into serene mornings. But today, there was only the sound of his own breathing—deep and panicked. 

As his eyes swept across the bed, confusion gripped him. The sheets were rumpled, and the space beside him was achingly empty. A rush of fear coursed through him. Where could Adam be? He needed him now more than ever! 

“Adam!” Lucifer’s voice pierced the stillness, rising in urgency as he felt a tremor of unease in his chest. He could feel his form shifting, the familiar contours of his human shape blurring as his body morphed into his true Kraken form—a towering, magnificent creature of mythic proportions.

With powerful movements of his tentacles, he propelled himself out of the lavish bedroom, instinctively searching for Adam. Each graceful sweep sent waves crashing against the ornate walls as he called out his name, desperation lacing his voice. “Adam!” 

The vastness of the cave house loomed around him, shadows wrapping around corners like dark secrets, amplifying his dread. He explored each room with fervor, anxiety mounting with each passing moment. Where could his beloved be?

In the earlier days, Lucifer had been so careful in Adam’s regard, persisting on keeping his lover deep within the coils of his reach, especially as they slept. But Lucifer has long since eased up upon his paranoid precaution after the birth of their eighth child. Slowly evolving a renewal of trust during the births of their ninth and tenth child. How foolish he had been—-No! He would not allow himself to lose Adam—not in this way, not after everything they had faced together. Frustration gnawed at him as he called Adam once more, only to be met with the same suffocating silence. After several attempts, he finally decided he had reached his limit. Anger bubbled within him, the kind that always threatened to spill over when he thought about the recklessness Adam often displayed. The feeling of betrayal tampered hand in hand with his instinctive feeling of worry.

Hadn't they been through this before, time and again? Each conversation had emphasized the heavy burden Adam bore after so callously ending the lives of the Kraken beyond the bounds of sympathy of his home town—as if he were playing a cruel game rather than confronting the dire consequences of his massacre. Lucifer stifled a growl, his teeth clenched in frustration. Adam couldn't have gone far; he couldn't deceive himself into thinking this was it—there had to be a reason for his absence, something that would bring him back.

Yet, beneath the anger lay a deeper truth: their children were missing their mother, just as Lucifer needed his wife by his side in this tumultuous time. The weight of familial duty loomed large, a reminder that they were more than just individuals but a family requiring all their strength to face the unfolding chaos. He couldn't let Adam slip away, not when there was so much at stake.

Taking a deep breath to steady his rising temper, Lucifer stepped outside into the cool water determined to track down his wayward partner. His thoughts were a swirling mix of confusion, anger and concern—what on earth had Adam been thinking? They had hardly spent any time together outside their cove since they started this entire arrangement. Yet Adam had witlessly ventured into the unknown, leaving behind the safety of their secluded water cave.

Lucifer knew all too well the dangers that lurked beyond their sanctuary. As the mighty Kraken, he had always commanded respect in the depths of the ocean, but that stature meant little out there where Adam hadn't yet made an impression. Here, Adam was vulnerable, exposed to other predators—some of them ravenous creatures, while others possessed a more cunning intelligence, capable of speech and negotiation. These beings could easily see Adam as an opportunity, using him as leverage in a scheme to extract something valuable from Lucifer.

Frustration bubbled within Lucifer as he pondered Adam's impulsive choice to run away rather than confronting his feelings or fears. Why didn’t Adam come to him? Why choose to face the world alone when they could have approached their troubles together? The weight of worry settled heavily on Lucifer's shoulders as he moved swiftly through the shadows, determined to find Adam before it was too late.

The search for Adam had dragged on far longer than Lucifer had anticipated. He felt the weight of frustration mounting within him, especially considering how energy-efficient their Kraken offspring were; they could sleep for hours on end, nestled in the soft, dark recesses of the ocean floor. It was a small comfort, knowing that their children were safe in their deep slumber while he was consumed by worry. 

Lucifer's patience was wearing thin, and he could feel the urge to destroy something building within him like an impending storm. Every passing moment without finding Adam only intensified his anxiety. He scoured the expansive depths of the ocean, traversing vibrant coral reefs and shadowy trenches, feeling the cold currents swirl around him. 

Then, as if guided by an unseen force, he caught a faint, familiar scent drifting through the water—a sweet, intoxicating trace that could only belong to his beloved wife. A smirk flickered across his face, igniting a spark of hope within him. He had found him at last. Fueled by determination and relief, Lucifer surged forward, propelling himself through the dark waters with swift, powerful strokes, his heart racing as he tried to reach Adam before any lurking predator could intercept him. He was resolved to bring his beloved back safely, no matter the cost.

Lucifer glided silently through the murky depths of the ocean, his keen eyes catching sight of Adam swimming in the shadows of a deep trench. The water was dark and cold, pulling at Lucifer like a seductive embrace, but his focus was solely on the burlap sack tightly clutched in Adam's hands. There was an urgency in his movements, a stealthiness that spoke of fear or desperation as he maneuvered away from an unseen threat.

Above him, the Kraken released a low, rumbling growl that reverberated through the water, an ominous sound only he could sense. Instinctively, he felt the stirrings of protectiveness rise within him. His tentacles undulated with a fluid grace, propelling him faster and faster after his beloved.

Each stroke through the chilly currents brought him closer to Adam, who remained blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. What if, instead of a loving husband, it was a predatory monster that had chosen to stalk his dear Adam? The thought sent a pang of anxiety through Lucifer. He couldn’t shake the nagging worry—if he wasn’t there, who would defend his husband against the lurking terrors of the abyss?

In the depths of his heart, he knew Adam needed him, even if stubborn pride blinded him to the truth. The way Adam eluded detection was impressive, yes, but it only underscored the perils they faced together. Lucifer's resolve strengthened; he would not let any threat harm his wife—not while he had the power to intervene. With every powerful swipe of his tentacles, he closed the distance, determined to keep Adam safe from the hidden dangers surrounding them.

Adam was immersed in his own thoughts, oblivious to the presence of Lucifer until it was too late. Without warning, he felt the cold, slick grip of Lucifer’s tentacles wrapping around him, constricting with an iron hold. Panic rose within him as he instinctively screamed, thrashing wildly against the powerful embrace that kept him anchored. 

Lucifer observed him with an air of calm amusement, his eyes glimmering like dark stars in a void. "And what, pray tell, are you doing so far from home?" he inquired, his voice smooth and unsettling, echoing in the silence of the shadows that surrounded them. 

Adam’s struggles only intensified as fury ignited within him. “Let me go! I want to leave!” he shouted, glaring defiantly at Lucifer, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes burned with a mix of fear and anger, but it was no use. 

Lucifer sighed deeply, a sound filled with annoyance and resignation. Hadn't they already have this conversation? Adam owed him. He wasn't allowed to leave until he repayed Lucifer in full.

"Adam, take a moment to look around you," Lucifer said, his voice echoing through the dimly lit expanse of the ocean depths. With a graceful flick of his sinuous tentacles, he lifted Adam, allowing him to absorb the surreal beauty surrounding them. Bioluminescent creatures glowed softly from afar in hues of blue and green, casting an otherworldly light on the vaguely familiar landscape.

As Adam's wide eyes scanned the enchanting, yet perilous realm, Lucifer's expression hardened. "You have no idea where you are, do you?" he continued, his deep, resonant voice laced with frustration. "You’re completely lost. And consider yourself fortunate that I stumbled upon you instead of a pack of Mersharks. In their eyes, you would be nothing but an easy meal."

Adam's face drained of color at the mention of the fearsome predators lurking in the shadows of the abyss. The weight of Lucifer’s words settled heavily in the water around them, and for a moment, the haunting beauty of the ocean seemed overshadowed by the gravity of their situation. Lucifer felt a twinge of remorse for frightening Adam so thoroughly, yet he knew it was imperative for his wife to grasp the gravity of his reckless decision to wander off into the unknown. This was no place for the unprepared; the depths were filled with dangers waiting beneath the surface.

Lucifer drew Adam in closer, his fingers tenderly framing his partner's face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his touch. "Don't you see what I'm trying to tell you?" he said, his voice low and filled with urgency. "Only I have the power to keep you safe in this place. You owe me for everything that's happened between us. My kind is nearly wiped out, their existence hanging by a thread." The memory of his brethren falling victim to Adam's hands triggered a familiar wave of anger within Lucifer, but he stifled it, forcing a serene smile as he gazed into Adam's eyes, filled with both love and a hint of desperation. "Now, the question is: are you going to be a good boy and come back home with me? Our children are waiting for us, and they need both of their parents."

"I'm still working on the Ocean knowing who their Queen is." It had only been a month ago when Lucifer had revealed to Adam that Lucifer was the King of the Ocean, most of it anyway, and he had a powerful status. But, he needed Adam near until everyone got the message that his new Queen was off limits.

Even after, if Adam chose—-

Adam sniffed. "I shouldn't like you. You have to be using some sort of spell or allure on me! That has to be the only way I could stand you!" Lucifer blinked, titling his head. Krakens were powerful but they certainly couldn't compel people to do what they want like that. Lucifer smirked knowingly. Even as children, Adam would willingly face anything almost blindly head on. It had been that single mindedness the compelled Adam to save him in the first place. Yet when it came to his mate’s own sense of self, what he couldn’t understand often caused him to lash out in some way. Repetitive and annoying, but Lucifer was nothing if not patient when it came to Adam.

"Oh, my beloved. I don't need to do that even if I could. I love how silly you are!" He kissed Adam's nose that evolved into a liter of bites. Purring deeply in his throat as his wife leaned into his touch with a forfeiting sigh. Feeling pleased and a tad forgiving, Lucifer nibbled Adam’s cheek affectionately before he continued more cheeringly, "Well, let's go! We wouldn't want our children to wake up alone!”

Adam said nothing beyond nibbling back over Lucifer’s hand in a tenderly familiar gesture. Even as the coils of tentacles rose to protectively encompass him.

-

story section by the amazing @libby-for-life! Art by me for angst week. This section is grounded by an under layer of self-loathing on namely on Adam’s part. Lucifer is more posed to do right in the only way his instincts know how, while Adam is barred by the consequences of his actions. But his punishment is starting not to feel all that horrible and that freaks him the fuck out. How can he adore these kids? How can he look to Lucifer and feel anyway expect the hate? —-

pervs:

@adamsapple-angst-week-2025

[mousy-nona]

Chronicles of Cursed Cat Alastor

One day, the hotel woke up to see Alastor’s perpetual “on air” sign had been turned off. His room was empty, his coffee ice cold. 

And in the middle of the lobby was a cat. Or what seemed to be the approximate shape and size of a cat, but with the strangest, most evil face any of them had ever seen. It grinned up at them and wagged its little stump of a tail, which made Charlie melt into a puddle of happy tears.

“Isn’t he adorable?” She squealed.

And that was that. The cat joined their weird little family – and Lucifer secretly resolved to get his daughter to an eye doctor. Stat. 

—-----------------

“Charlie, are you sure about this one? There’s something weird about that cat.” Lucifer eyed the red thing warily. “It’s looking at Keekee like it wants to eat it!” 

“Don’t be silly! Mr. Montgomery is probably trying to be her friend!” She frowned. “It’s so strange. Keekee’s never been this skittish around other cats before.” 

A thin line of drool was falling from the edge of Mr. Montgomery’s mouth. When he noticed Lucifer watching, he sucked it back up and graced him with a freakish, utterly too human grin.  

—-----------------

Lucifer’s wedding anniversary hit him like a truck. That is, he didn’t handle it very well. He got up, fully intending to make a show of his utterly fantastic mood – haha, look how great I feel! Your mother didn’t crush my heart and set it on fire with a flamethrower after all! – but found it was all too much of a bother, and sat promptly back down. He laid his head on his desk. Just a few more minutes. Then I’ll leave. 

He didn’t even notice Mr. Montgomery had waltzed in until the abomination jumped up onto his desk. The cat loomed over him, his razor teeth inches from Lucifer’s nose. 

“Can I help you?” He sniffled. Couldn’t a man mourn the end of his marriage in peace? 

Mr. Montgomery tilted his head with a sickening crack, his neck nearly bending into a right angle as he studied Lucifer’s red eyes, the mountain of used tissues accumulating by the desk, the ring he was clutching in his hand.

Stretching leisurely (in the exact same way he learned from Keekee, Lucifer noted), Mr. Montgomery strolled over to a picture of Lilith he had on his desk – and smacked it off. He stared at him the entire time, as if daring him to do something about it.

“Are you…are you power playing me right now?” 

“Meow,” Mr. Montgomery sneered. 

“That’s it, you little freak! Come to Daddy!”

When Charlie got home, she found Lucifer with his six wings fully spread and the hotel half destroyed by angelic bolts, panting and wheezing as he tore a couch apart. 

“Dad, what are you doing?” 

He whirled around, his eyes wild as he zapped a vaguely cat-shaped shadow into oblivion. “It’s that monster! That cat! I can hear him in the walls!”

“Isn’t he behind you…?” Vaggie asked.

And he was. Mr. Montgomery was sitting on a shelf over the reception, licking his paw and yawning. 

Lucifer deflated. “Ah. I guess he is.”

“Dad, isn’t today…?” Charlie trailed off, blushing a little.

“Oh! Right. Yes, it is,” Lucifer said. He’d been so busy chasing Mr. Montgomery around, he’d completely forgotten about his anniversary. 

“Are you doing okay?”

He sighed and pulled her into a hug. “Yes, I’m fine. I was a little sad at first, but then I got distracted.”

“Burning down the hotel?” Vaggie asked. Mr. Montgomery meowed and started purring, looking as pleased as a cat that had gotten the cream.

—-----------------

“That cat is trying to kill me!” Lucifer roared, pointing at the wholly unrepentant Mr. Montgomery.

The accused murderer jumped onto Charlie’s lap and started kneading her lap. Everyone let out a collective awww! Charlie nearly teared up, and Angel Dust snapped a picture for his Voxstagram. Even Vaggie, the sole voice of reason, was making what the kids called heart eyes at the monster. 

Lucifer nearly tore out his hair in frustration. “He’s tricking you, don’t you see? That cat has it out for me! This is the third time he’s tried to kick rat poison into my food!” 

“Don’t be silly, Dad! He’s just a cat. Cats knock stuff over all the time!” 

“Rat poison? Three times?” 

Charlie looked around, frowning. “Who keeps putting rat poison on the shelves?” 

No one fessed up. Mr. Montgomery let out a loud purr and fixed Lucifer with the most hair-raising, devilishly smug grin Lucifer had ever seen. 

“Did no one see that? Seriously, did no one else see that?”

—-----------------

A few weeks passed before someone finally broached the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Has anyone seen Alastor?” Charlie tapped her nose with her pencil, frowning a bit. “It’s strange for him to be gone this long.” 

“Oh, oh! I’ve seen him!” Niffty raised her hand and waved it frantically. “He’s right over there!”

Everyone turned – but all they saw was a furry red blob warming himself near the fire. 

“Niffty, doll, have you been sniffing the toilet cleaner again?” Angel Dust asked gently.

“Nooo, silly. The cat is Alastor!” Niffty chirped, clapping her little hands with delight. Mr. Montgomery – no, scratch that – Alastor blinked his left eye, then his right eye, and smiled blandly up at all of them.

“But…but…how?” Angel Dust stuttered.

She shrugged, her shoulders going all the way up to her ears. “Dunno. He’s got a few weird friends who like to play tricks on him. Isn’t it great? He showed up all fluffy and cuddly! Perfect for hugs!” 

Alastor the Cat looked remotely nervous for the first time since he’d appeared. 

“How do we turn him back?” Lucifer demanded. He would rather die than admit it, but he sort-of-kind-of missed the sadistic demon that made his life Hell. It was getting kind of boring without him around. 

“Dunno! Ask him!”

Once again, they all turned to the cat, who opened his mouth – “Meeeeow.”

[milfsloverblog]

Respite in Heaven (NSFW)

Pre-fall!Lucifer x angel!reader

A/N: This fic was inspired by another one of my favourite Ghost song which you can listen to here (the very last part is a work of art). I love Lucifer. I love to think that they had an Angel lover back in Heaven. And I love to think that the only reason they still dream of Heaven is for that lost love. Anyway, enjoy! <3 ps: it’s more like pre-fall, mid-fall and post-fall Lucifer.

AO3 link in title

“We shouldn’t be here!” You half-whispered half-giggled as Lucifer dragged you through the tall grass.

“Says who?” The Lightbringer answered without ever turning around, their hand tightly holding onto yours.

“You know who!” You said as you reached your favourite spot under the pomegranate tree.

“I do not care what God thinks, not when I have the sweetest of all angels in my arms.” Lucifer smiled as they helped you sit down by the tree and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“You should not be saying these things,” You whispered, knowing He had ears everywhere. “Nothing escapes Him, you ought to be more careful.”

“I would say it to His face if it meant you and I wouldn’t have to hide anymore.”

“I know, Lucifer, I know.” You pushed a soft smile, brushing your fingers through their messy white curls.

Lucifer closed their eyes, revelling in the softness of your touch for a moment before eventually pulling you on their lap. One of their hands snaked under your white linen dress, slender fingers running up the expanse of your thigh.

The way your brows furrowed didn’t go unnoticed by the Lightbringer and they tutted lightly.

“Something is worrying you,” They said, their fingertips reaching the apex of your thigh and grazing against your bare core. “Talk to me, my Angel.”

You knew you weren’t their Angel, and you would never be. You belonged to God, and so did they. But you wanted to, you wished to be theirs so badly. And that’s exactly what you were worried about.

“We could break away together.” Lucifer whispered in your ear, two of their fingers slipping between your folds.

You couldn’t help the moan that tore itself from your throat, your hips bucking as you searched for more friction.

“I would be the shadow,” They went on, dipping their first knuckles into your wetness before lazily drawing circles on your clit. “And you will be the light.”

And it was oh-so tempting, to give up on everything you had and everything you knew, only to run away with Lucifer. But you could never, no matter how good they made you feel and how strongly your heart beat for them.

“W-we can’t-“ You closed your eyes, your head growing dizzy as the Angel continued their ministrations between your legs. You moaned again, quickly hiding your face in Lucifer’s neck to keep yourself quiet.

Lucifer wrapped their pristine white wings around you, shielding you from the outside world.

It was no secret that the Lightbringer was God’s favourite Angel. And it couldn’t have been made more obvious, you simply had to look at how beautiful God had made them. They were the tallest Angel in all of Heaven, had the whitest and largest wings, and the softest features in the whole realm. And somehow, you had been lucky enough to catch their eye.

“Are you not happy here?” You asked, carefully pulling away from them. “Don’t we have all we need? All we want?”

“I don’t know, do we?” Lucifer cocked their head, pushing their fingers inside you up to the hilt.

You let out a pitiful strangled cry that had your lover’s lips pull in a proud smile.

“Nothing ever lasts forever, my Angel.” The Lightbringer whispered before attaching their lips to your neck and sucking on your pulse point, their fingers dragging in and out of your heat in loud, wet, and you dared to think, sinful sounds.

“We-I-can’t, I can’t-“ You were too far gone to even think of anything else but the pleasure building behind the navel that you didn’t possess. “God will be furious.”

“Don’t you see, sweet Angel?” You swore Lucifer’s voice was now tainted with bitterness. “That the God we hail is nothing but the Wizard of Oz?!”

You didn’t know what that meant, or who the Wizard of Oz was, but that was the last of your concerns at the time.

“Please, Luci-“ You whined, your hips moving on their own accord to meet the Angel’s thrusts.

“We will break away together,” Lucifer repeated, curling their fingers inside you and quickly finding your sweet spot to rub. “Say yes to me.”

“Y-Yes!” You cried out when the coil finally snapped inside your belly, making you see stars as you mindlessly swore allegiance to the Morningstar.

“Good,” Lucifer whispered barely audibly as they helped you ride your orgasm. “We will go softly into the night.”

Your head fell forward, forehead pressed against the other angel’s alabaster skin. You weren’t sure, but you swore you could hear distant thunder then. Whether it came from the outside world or from within Lucifer’s chest still remains a mystery.

-

Only you were right when you said Lucifer ought to be careful with their words, for God had ears everywhere. There they stood a day later, God and Lucifer, facing the entirety of the realm on top of the holy mountain.

“You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created till wickedness was found in you.” Your creator’s voice echoed through heaven. “Through your widespread trade, you were filled with violence, and you sinned. And so you shall be driven in disgrace from Heaven. I expel you, guardian cherub, from the Holy mountain. Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor.”

You could feel your heart thumping loudly against your ribcage as you realised what was about to happen. Lucifer, however, never wavered. They kept their chin high and looked right into their creator’s eyes as they spoke.

“You shall be thrown to the earth, a spectacle of you will be made before kings. By your many sins and dishonest trade, you have desecrated your sanctuaries. May a fire come out from you, may it consume you and reduce you to ashes on the ground in the sight of all who are watching.” God added, slightly turning to address the crowd of angels. “Shall any of you be sharing Lucifer’s deviancy, speak now.”

You didn’t even think twice before moving to take a step forward when Lucifer’s head suddenly snapped towards you.

“No.” They answered, and you knew it was said to you more than to God. You exchanged a look with the Morningstar, your head shaking from side to side as if to convince them to come clean and beg for forgiveness. But Lucifer only smiled and turned back to face their creator. “No, it is just me.”

“So be it.” God nodded and with a single wave of His hand, Lucifer was sent tumbling from the edge of the Holy mountain.

“No!” You whispered in horror and made to run towards the edge only to be held back by small cherubim hands.

The silence was deafening as the angels mourned the loss of one of their own, each wondering who would be next to suffer this fate.

You didn’t know how long you had stayed there, kneeling by the edge of the mountain and waiting, hoping that Lucifer would find a way to climb their way back up. But they never did. And you had eventually stopped hoping.

—

"What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream…of Heaven?" Lucifer’s eyes filled with tears, their lips slightly quivering before their mask fell back into place. Morpheus had struck a nerve and he knew it all too well.

“One day, Morpheus, we shall destroy you.” The Lightbringer promised. But not today. No, not today for Lucifer wasn’t ready to part with their dreams.

And so, as always since centuries, that night somewhere in Hell, the Devil dreams of an Angel. And as always, somewhere in Heaven, an Angel dreams of the Devil.

————————————————————————

tag list: @weemssapphic @larissaoftarthweems @principal-weems09 @pro-weems-places @readingtheentrails @catechristiesstuff @kimiinou

[obae-me]

A Winter Weekend- FT. The Dateables

Happy holidays everyone! And happy new year! Thank you for waiting for this late little post. I'm feeling much better, and technically I finished this before it hit midnight my time, so it counts! Stay warm and stay healthy this new year! (Also I didn't comb through this as thoroughly as I usually do, so sorry for any mistakes!)

“I thought you said this was a little winter cabin.” You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head up and down as you observed the building.

Diavolo pursed his lips, confused at your question. “It is,” he stated while grinning, puffing out his chest a little as he took a deep breath in of the crisp winter air. He seemed to be thriving being let loose from the castle and RAD. This peace was well deserved. The prince had been holed up in his office doing paperwork for probably three days straight just to be able to have a little bit of a vacation. It had gotten to the point where even Lucifer and Barbatos were almost concerned with the amount of work he was doing. A sight to behold indeed.

The snow was falling softly today, just enough to engulf the world in that perfect veil of white. The ground was pillowy beneath your feet, the visible breath billowing from your lips swirling into the sky, disturbing the flakes around you and making them dance down to the earth. A few others were taking in the view as well as they trudged through the snow to stand beside you.

A very amused hum was heard as Solomon strutted up to your side, adjusting the strap of a large duffel bag across his shoulders. A knowing side glance was cast at you. “And what a grand ‘little cabin’ it is.”

Before you sat a pristine and modern looking wooden chalet, clean stone pathing working it’s way up to the small steps leading up to the door. Lights were dripping from every frame and railing, twinkling in a magical way. It was about three stories high, with an L shaped pool near the side, properly positioned so you could look out over the mountain. Steam rolled up from the surface of the water. Seemed it was fully heated.

Rich people… If this was a homely winter cabin, you were curious to see what the prince might consider a shed.

A gloved hand gingerly brushed some snowflakes from off your head, trailing down your hair before taking your luggage from you. Barbatos walked in front of all the guests, gesturing for you all to follow. “If you’ll come with me, everything has been prepared for you all.”

You, Solomon, Simeon, and Diavolo all headed inside behind the butler. A pleasant warmth washed over you all as you took refuge from the cold. The scent of freshly baked goods and spices filled the air as a tingling sensation ran through the back of your head. Garlands, wreathes, LEDS, candles, anything one might imagine as winter decor coated the spaces, but not enough to make it feel cluttered. The building simply felt…full, in the best of ways. Comfort. Nostalgia. Somehow these demons managed to harness the essence of the holidays.

Diavolo was positively beside himself with joy. Freed from the shackles of responsibility, surrounded by what some down here might consider a more human aesthetic, he beamed brightener than the lights around him. “It’s been centuries since I’ve been up here. It feels wonderful to have a change of pace for a while, wouldn’t you all agree?”

“I can’t imagine a more magical place to spend the winter.” Simeon’s eyes were shining, shutting the door behind you all as he came up to you and took your coat.

“Let me handle the courtesy.” Barbatos took two steps closer, his hand wrapping around the other sleeve of your outerwear.

The angel grinned with a little chuckle. “I don’t mind. Besides, Diavolo already told you, this is your vacation too. Relax a little.” They both stared at each other with pleasant smiles, neither of them backing away, both of them making you feel like quite the unwrapped gift as they nearly tore you out of your coat.

When you had heard of this idea, you had been glad to be invited along. Desperate even. It wasn’t everyday you had the opportunity to go somewhere without the brothers. And while you adored them dearly, you knew it would be nice to have a switch in scenery. To feel like you could have a breath on your own at least. Not have to worry about breaking up any fights…Besides, you would all be back before the official holiday to spend time with everyone, so you didn’t feel like you were leaving them behind. But… perhaps you had been too overzealous in imagining you’d get complete peace… You were ten minutes in now and already were having two otherworldly beings hissing over your coat. To the public eye, it didn’t seem like they were having a confrontation, but you knew these men well enough to know they were sparring and sparking behind the polite words. They were no better than the brothers… And these were considered the calmer of the bunch… and now here they were. Bickering over your attention like spoiled fanboys.

Despite nearly being pulled in half, you thanked both of them and tapped the snow off your shoes, taking off the boots and setting them in the walkway before heading into the living space. An enormous U-shaped couch was settled in front of a cozy modern fireplace, fully controllable with a few buttons, a flat-screen television mounted on the wall just above it. A rounded wooden chandelier was hung from wooden rafters, the lights coming from fake candles lined along the rim. One of the side walls was covered in windows, allowing a beautiful view of the snow-covered mountainside. You could just imagine coming down in the morning, a hot beverage in hand while you curled up in the corner of the couch… Getting sucked into hell was perhaps one of the better things to happen to you.

While you were lost in thought, a set of arms came up from behind you and wrapped around your waist. You chuckled, leaning into the warm body as their chin rested on your head.

Diavolo sighed heavily, nearly slumping on you with his full body, just keeping enough of his own weight on his feet to keep from crushing you entirely. He was exhausted. He needed this time away more than anyone. You could only hope he would be able to fully enjoy himself without the added pressures of his princedom. “I’m so happy you accepted my invitation,” he muttered.

“Accepting the invite was the easy part.” Leaning back into him, you chuckled to yourself. “Keeping seven people from climbing into my suitcase when my back was turned was the harder task.”

He almost snorted a little at that but kept quiet. It had been difficult not bringing them along, you knew that. But you were glad he was keeping things smaller. Although you still didn’t quite consider this quaint… “You’ll have to tell me everything humans do for the winter holiday.” He gave you a little squeeze before walking up to the windows, staring down at the snow-covered trees. “We could do it all! Sledding, snowball fights, snow…stuff.” It was hard to tell if his lack of knowledge on the topic was due to him being a demon or due to him being a sheltered blue-blood. Probably both. He turned back to you, a curious look on his face. “What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow-angel? Do you have any snow-demons?”

“A snowman is when you roll snow up into different balls and stack them. Then you can decorate them. A snow angel is when you lie down and wave your arms and legs to…” The jumping jacks you were trying to do couldn’t quite translate like you were hoping. With a grin, you grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards the front door. Simeon and Barbatos were still having a deep discussion over the intricacies of coat-taking when you barged back in, taking your coat and boots back and dragging the prince out the door, leaving the two confused. From inside, you could hear Solomon gladly making fun of them both as they were all shut out.

Letting go of Diavolo’s hand, you stepped away from him, testing the deepness and comfort levels of the snow before letting gravity do the rest. Your body hit the ground with a gentle cushioned thud. Shouting your name, the demon panicked, sprinting to your side just as you started moving your arms and legs back and forth, side to side, to make a snow-angel. He sighed first, relieved, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of the fact that the Prince of demons would be so genuinely worried over your wellbeing. Diavolo tilted his head at you as you carefully rolled out of the imprint, staggering backwards. His hand came to your waist to steady you, lightly chuckling as he brushed the snow off the back of your head. “So, this is a snow-angel?”

“Yeah. You got the wings and the dress…robe…thing.”

“I see.” His face was filled with an endearing amusement, taking in the sight genuinely with a nod. “I can envision it. And a snowman?”

Under your instruction, you both rolled up a few snowballs, stacking them on top of one another till a decently sized snowman was made, just about your height. “Then you can dress him up, use branches for hands, let your artistic mind guide you.” You observed the base of your snowman rather proudly.

“And, what about a snow-demon?”

Your face frowned a bit. “We don’t really have snow-demons.”

Instead of being sad about it, the prince just nodded. “Not surprising. Humans consider this time of year to be more holy after all.”

After a moment of thought, you had a little idea. Bending down, you scooped some snow into your hands and worked to make a cone shape in your palms. You set it on the snowman’s head and quickly made another one, doing the same thing. Then you took two steps back, grinning up at Diavolo with a gestured hand. “Ta-Da. A snow-demon.” The only thing you had done was add two lopsided ‘horns’ that looked more like cat-ears, but it caused Diavolo to erupt in joyful howling.

“I guess that means humans and demons are not so different then. I like the thought of that!” His words were warm as he spoke, suddenly moving about in quick steps, rolling up another few balls and creating a newborn snowman right next to the snow-demon. With his finger, he drew in a smiling face. “Happy side by side. Just like it should be.” Diavolo came back up to you, pulling you into a hug, keeping you close to his chest, both of you staring at the snow-beings. His hand came to your face, still nice and warm despite him having worked in the snow with no gloves. Caressing your cheek, he kissed your forehead. Then he used the same finger to trace the outlines of your eyes and lips, creating a smile on your own face. “There we go… I hope you will be just as happy at my side, as they are together.” His head nodded towards the snow-couple.

“Dia… Of course I will be… And don’t worry, I won’t melt away.”

You could feel the playful rumble in his chest. “That’s good… You might freeze though if we’re not careful. Perhaps we should head back inside. We can have a late breakfast to start the day. There is so much I cannot wait to do with you…”

“Forgive me for my behavior earlier,” Barbatos whispered, giving you a small squeeze before turning you around, using the back of his hand to touch the cold and reddened spots of your cheeks. “It is no excuse for being so uncouth, but… it is my secret desire to treat you to a perfect snowy sojourn.”

It never failed to amuse you to see just what the demon considered ‘rude’. You could definitely envision him to be the type to take off his glove and use it to smack someone and consider that a full on brawl. Jokes aside, you could tell he was stressed. There was nothing more unnerving than worrying if you were relaxing efficiently enough. He was quite like Lucifer in that regard, sometimes treating self-care and rest like it was another task to accomplish on their busy lists. His eyes seemed to dart around more than usual, his steps less punctual. He was unraveling, not unwinding, and for all the wrong reasons. You’d known it would be a daunting task to try to keep him from fretting over Diavolo the whole time, but you’d forgotten how much he could fuss over you. What was it Mammon liked to say? You can take Barbatos out of the butler, but you can’t take the butler out of Barbatos? A silly saying that seemed to make no sense at all and yet you understood completely.

“Simeon was partially right, you know.” You let that phrase settle in just long enough to annoy him for a second before explaining yourself. “Diavolo told you to relax too. It was an order as far as I’m aware.” The demon opened his mouth to try to combat your statement, but you cut him off before he could say anything. “I don’t need a royal treatment. I just want to have a good time with you. We can be as casual as we want to be and it will still be amazing.” An idea sparked in your head, a very similar train to the one you’d just had earlier. “Here, let’s start right now.” You took his hand and led him over to the couch. His hands instinctively reached out to tweak the cushions. After his perfectionism was sated, you forcibly nestled him into the corner of the couch. It was rather funny how lanky he looked there for a moment, crossing and uncrossing his legs like he’d never been on a couch before. You snagged a woven throw blanket off a nearby ottoman and threw it onto him. It draped over his head, messing up his hair ever so slightly as he worked to properly fold it over his lap.

Score.

Before he had the chance to even think it- although something in the gleam of his eye suggested he was allowing you to do so- you used your own fingers to fix the few stray strands. The tips of your fingernails brushed against his scalp, and for a moment- the briefest of moments- you almost swore you heard some sort of purr. It was elating getting to do something even as simple as this to someone who hardly ever had a thread out of place much less a hair. He must’ve known you’d do something like this and allowed you to mildly dishevel him on purpose. Ah well. A win was a win.

You heard something of a hum before he spoke. “Alright, now what?”

“Now…” You grinned, finding the remote to the television before sitting by his side. You slid yourself under the cover, curling your legs up, handing him the device. “You pick something to watch and we cuddle in front of the fire while doing something mindless for once. Why don’t you put on that one baking show you like? I can’t wait to hear you grumble about improper measuring cups again.” Schooching even closer to him, you weren’t content till he was fully leaning against the cushions, surrounded on all sides by warmth.

“I do not grumble.” Barbatos looked around himself as if he were worried about being caught like this, but not particularly minding it once he started to get adjusted to it. When he figured you would not dispute his claim, he did what you recommended and flicked the television onto The Great Banished Bake Off. Hopefully he wouldn’t get too riled up over the episodes, although he did look rather cute when he was irritated. Maybe you enjoyed pushing his buttons too much…

Rather than watching the show, you spent most of your time watching him, waiting to catch those specific clues that let you know he was enjoying himself. He would nod at the show here and there, tutting to himself and making off-handed comments about how things should be done differently. In other words, grumbling. Whilst he appeared to be distracted, and committed enough to not move for the next few minutes, you leaned into his shoulder. Then that’s when you felt it. Tiny little movements. Small changes, his body shifting to make it more comfortable to rest against. Eventually, his torso had turned enough to have your head directly against his chest.

His arms supported your body, clasped together by your hip. “You’re not wrong. This kind of activity seems to have its merits.”

“Oh? Good enough for your ‘snowy sojurn’?”

More than hearing it, you felt the deep rise and fall of his chest with a refreshing breath. “Planned or not, grand or casual, anything I do with you is perfect. No second of time is a waste.”

A human-like type of warmth enveloped you just long enough to put you at ease. Then the traitor struck. Two ice-cold hands snaked around the back of your neck, causing every nerve in you to jump. You squealed and shrugged the demon-in-mortal-clothing off of you, hearing that familiar and infuriatingly adorable impish giggle echo behind your head.

“Solomon! You—“

“Careful,” he warned, controlling his laughter enough to speak, his imaginary horns fading away as his collected smile stretched back over his face. He pointed back over his shoulder before curling his hand near the side of his mouth to funnel his whisper towards you. “There’s an angel present.”

“Oo, you’re so gonna get it later,” you muttered, forcing a frown to stay on your face despite how light-hearted your chest felt. “Besides, it’s just Simeon.”

“Hm.” His face went a bit flat. “You’re right. It’s Barbatos you’d need to worry about, unless you want another lecture on,” his words suddenly droned rather mockingly, “‘maintaining dignity in the presence of royalty’.”

“I’ll pass.” As you scoffed, Solomon came close for another embrace, his smile genuinely falling when you pushed him back with a palm to his forehead. Looked like quite the kicked puppy. “And I’ll pass on those frozen fingers of yours.” You moved past the living room and traversed the vacation home to learn its layout, admiring the simple intricacies of the winter lodge, listening to him continue to pad behind you.

He could’ve used magic or any other sort of cards he kept up his sleeve to get you to stop or turn around, but in moments like these he never seemed to. Around you he seemed less like a mythical sorcerer and more just like… Solomon. “Oh come now, you’re not going to punish me for being cold, are you?” He tried to dance around you, leaping forward to block the stairs only for you to walk past and purposefully circle the lower floor again.

“I’m not your personal heater.”

“Is that how you treat your beloved mentor? Leave me to freeze?” Either he’d been spending too much time with the brothers, or aside from his profession as a sorcerer, he’d somehow managed to find the time to master acting, because the voice that pricked up behind you finally made you stop. The guilt was intentional, you knew that, like those infomercials depicting sad animals or children to get you to donate something. Regardless of knowing this, you turned, giving him a sterner look despite treating this thing more like a game rather than a grudge. He smiled once he got to see your face, brushing his hands together and letting you get a better look at them. They were a strange sort of pale, the tips turning indigo. At this stage, they were more than just freezing, they were probably numb. And yet, instead of fixing the problem before it got dangerous, this moron was chasing you around and demanding your attention.

You stepped closer to him and lifted up his hands, holding them in your own, gently massaging his palms and fingers with your fingertips. You addressed him with a sigh so chagrined, you would’ve made Lucifer proud. “Your title is Solomon the Wise. You should have the better sense to wear a magical little thing called gloves.”

He chuckled at you, but you could see the softness form in his face as you traced the lines in his hands and tried to get the blood back into those extremities. “You’re right. I should be used to Devildom winters by now. I must’ve simply forgotten them in my excitement.”

“You’re acting like a child at their first amusement park.” Finally, you allowed the irritated facade to fade, chuckling.

All the sudden, he almost seemed a bit embarrassed, that smirk of his toned down to a curl more innocent. “But it is the first time I’m doing something like this. This is a little bit different than other trips where everyone has come along or this is different than us spending time together in the human world. This is… you and me, somewhere where work doesn’t have to be involved.” His hands warmer than they were before, his fingers found themselves slipping between yours, hands entangled. “I don’t have to just be your mentor or the Wise Human Sorcerer, and you don’t have to be just my apprentice or the famous royally-appointed Devilsitter. Maybe this is more like… a couple’s trip.”

His words nearly sounded pleading, and for the first time since the trip had been announced, you got to see just how much he was internally begging for something like this. Of course he’d had his fun prodding the brothers and riling them up, telling them all how much fun you’d have without them. But aside from his jokes and his teasing, he was so… giddy to be here. So much so that he forgot his gloves and now he was here swinging both your arms back and forth, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. For all that he had lived through and all that he knew…this was nearly a brand new experience for him.

Your heart swelled. Although, you felt you deserved a tease of your own. “You’re rather cute when you’re confused,” you whispered.

He was only caught off guard for a second, hiding his flustered blush by pulling you into his arms. “You are always there to teach me there’s still so much I have yet to experience… And you’re always there to warm up my hands.”

You were swept up in a soft hug that spun you several times around the room, a tune wistfully echoing from the mouth of the angel who was practically chirping. In the end, his small spat with Barbatos- if it could even be called that- wasn’t strong enough to quell the joy inside him. The spirit on high was in high spirits it would seem.

“Isn’t this wonderful?” Simeon asked, stopping his little dance with you around the living room to take in the view from outside the windows. Upon closer inspection, one of those windows seemed to actually be a glass sliding door leading the way to a wrap-around balcony outside. Letting go of you, the angel strutted forward, throwing the door open, apparently unaffected by the cold. At least Diavolo didn’t seem to have to worry about a heating bill here… Simeon stretched like he’d been cramped for a long time, muttering something Celestial under his breath in awe before leaning against the railing.

While Mr. Cold-Shoulders might be able to combat the weather with little more than a pull-over and scarf, you were not the same. No matter how acclimated to the cold you felt you may or may not have been, nothing seemed to hit quite as strongly as Devildom temperatures. Warmth still flooded out from the heat of the cabin, but to keep the rest of you warm, you latched yourself against Simeon’s back, peeking at the world outside from behind his arms.

The angel looked back over his shoulder at you, his eyes wrinkling in compassion. “I’m glad I eventually decided to come out here,” he mentioned. Right, he’d nearly passed up this opportunity, worried for a while about leaving Luke alone with the brothers. For a good portion of time, you’d convinced yourself that he wouldn’t allow himself to go. In the end, he came to the conclusion that it would be good for the little angel to have a little lesson in independence. And if anything, Luke would be the one trying to keep most of the demons responsible, not the other way around.

“I’m glad you came too. You work so hard behind the scenes and take such little credit…”

His hands found yours around him, giving them a reassuring squeeze, telling you in his own way that he didn’t think of it like that. Although, even if he got fulfillment and accomplishment from caring after the others, you knew this would be good for him too. A respite for himself. Let him catch up on the works and hobbies he had been leaving behind lately. Even now, there was a twinkle of inspiration in his eyes, the twitch of a writer’s hand. “Write a little something,” you suggested.

“W-what?” He actually stammered, almost laughing at his own surprise. “Right now?”

“I mean, only if you want to. You just look like you’re itching almost.” You pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his shoulder, feeling him shudder.

“I guess I am feeling inspired…” After his whisper, he took in a deep breath, speaking slow, letting the thoughts come to him naturally. “Ivory clouds in winter skies. The icicles keep twinkling. I search the palette for your eyes. And so I press on thinking. When Father Frost has gone to sleep and his kingdom melts away, will you still be right by my side? Am I where you will stay? Two doves, close perched, adoration in their breast. Two wings, like two words. My Love. You are my nest.”

Some sort of emotion caught in your throat as you listened to his heart pound in his chest. After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat. “Wow. Have you thought of writing a book?” You teased, trying to joke away the sappiness to keep your feelings from getting the better of you.

“Really, you think so?” He turned his body away from the railing, holding you closer to him. “I don’t know. Something like that seems well out of my purview,” Simeon smirked a bit. He swayed you and him gently back and forth once more. “To tell you the truth, my biggest inspiration isn’t the scenery. It’s you.”

Once more, adoration tugged in your chest. Struggling to find your own words to say, you simply smiled and perhaps stammered more than you intended to. “I bet the view doesn’t hurt though.”

He lightly chuckled at that. “No, not at all. I don’t think it would be as breathtaking though if you weren’t here with me.”

“Simeon, please.”

The rocking stopped, a little bit of fear seeping into his face, afraid he’d crossed a line somewhere. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?”

Quickly, you shook your head, tilting your head back with a small groan. “No, no, it’s not that. I promise. It’s just…I can’t say things as pretty as you can…and your little lines are so nice they make me want to cry.”

He sighed in relief when he realized he’d done no offense. “If you don’t want them, I’ll stop.”

“No! I love them.” You met his eyes and then wrapped your arms around his neck. “I just wish I could express how much I love you as nicely as you can for me.”

“Is that all?… Listen.” The side of his hand cradled your face. “You don’t need to write poetry for me to know you care. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it. A simple ‘I love you’ means more to me than you will ever know. It doesn’t need to be wrapped in gifts or hidden amongst colorful prose. If its coming from you, it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. Trust me.”

[mammons-lover]

Asmodeus Sin: TW wanting to die/self harm

Asmodeus’s sin was hard to pinpoint when he landed in the Devildom. He was already enamored by his looks and loved receiving compliments, so it was difficult to discern when he would succumb to his sin. To the point where they thought something might be wrong with Asmodeus since he didn’t change. But Asmodeus sensed something different in him, though he couldn’t identify it. He thought maybe it was because he looked like a demon now. Every once in a while, he would look at himself in the mirror to see if something was off. But he couldn’t spot the imperfection.

So, he started asking his brothers, but they didn’t see anything wrong with his appearance. He tried to move on, thinking he just needed to adjust to his demon side more. He went about his days with only an itching feeling that something wasn’t right. People at school complimented his looks; it happened when he was eating, walking around, pretty much anywhere. He started to feel better about his appearance and looked at himself in the mirror more often to ensure he looked perfect. Satan noticed this and mentioned it to the others, but no one saw a problem with it.

The more people praised Asmodeus for his looks, the more he started to care about them to the point that he began comparing himself to his brothers. One incident occurred when Mammon started modeling. The day Mammon came home with himself on a magazine cover, everyone praised him, telling him how cool it was, how great he looked, and how he could be Devildom’s next big thing. This shocked Asmodeus to his core. He was angry. How could someone be more beautiful than him? Why couldn’t he be on the cover of a magazine? Why not him?

That night, he tore Mammon’s magazine apart and spent hours trying to perfect his look. When morning came, he saw his tired reflection in the mirror and stayed home from class. From then on, the brothers kept an eye on Asmodeus, concerned about why he was so adamant about looking perfect—actually, better than everyone. They quickly noticed that Asmodeus couldn’t stop looking at himself, whether he was eating, bathing, or even sleeping with a mirror facing him. They knew he was succumbing to his sin like the others, but they couldn’t do anything to make the situation better. They had to leave Asmodeus to his perfectionist insanity.

The night Asmodeus realized he was succumbing to his sin was unforgettable. It started like any other day: he did his morning routine, ate, and headed to class. But he wasn’t expecting to wake up with a pimple. He couldn’t believe his eyes—he, of all people, had acne. Not even Levi got acne. He tried everything to make it disappear without popping it. But at his last straw, he did. He put makeup over it and went about his day.

His day worsened when he cleaned himself off and looked in the mirror. The pimple had left a mark. He started screaming, “No! Why is this happening?” He tried putting creams over it, anything to make it go away, but nothing worked. He screamed and cried, “I need to be perfect! I have to look perfect! If I’m not beautiful, I might as well not be alive, right?”

Satan heard the screaming and rushed to Asmodeus’s door, trying to get him to unlock it. “Come on, Asmo, it can’t be that bad. Just open the door, please.”

Asmo sat on the floor of his room, broken mirror shards all around, crying. “I can’t open the door. You can’t see me like this.”

Satan, unsure what else to do, broke the door down. He was shocked to see Asmodeus clawing at his face until it bled. “Asmo, stop! You’re hurting yourself!” Satan tried to get Asmo’s hands off his face, but pulling them away only made the scratching worse. “Please, Asmo, just look at me, okay? You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with you,” Satan pleaded.

“Look at me! I’m hideous! How can you say I’m fine? Just get away from me!” Asmodeus lashed out, but Satan managed to pin his hands to the ground. Mammon, hearing the noise, ran to get Lucifer. Satan kept Asmodeus pinned, trying to talk sense into him, but nothing worked. He tried telling him he was beautiful, the most perfect demon in the Devildom, but it only made Asmodeus lash out more. In a last-ditch effort, Satan held Asmodeus close and rocked him, speaking soothing words.

When Lucifer and Mammon arrived, they found Satan rocking a bloody, crying Asmodeus in his arms. Lucifer gently took Asmodeus from Satan, instructing the others to fix up the room. He took Asmodeus to his own room and placed him on the bed, first covering any mirrors. “Asmo, I know you don’t want to look at me right now, but I need to stop your bleeding, okay?” Lucifer spoke softly, moving to see Asmodeus’s face.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. Just please don’t look at me,” Asmo cried.

“Asmo, please. I know how to make the marks go away.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I need to see your face.” Asmodeus turned to Lucifer, who began cleaning the wounds. “Why did you do this to yourself?”

“I don’t know. It just happened, and I couldn’t stop scratching.”

Lucifer applied ointment to close the wounds and sat next to Asmodeus. Asmo laid his head on Lucifer’s lap, still crying. “In the morning, the marks will be gone, but I need you to promise me if you ever feel this way again, you’ll tell me,” Lucifer said.

“I promise,” Asmodeus whispered, falling asleep in Lucifer’s lap. Lucifer moved him gently, then called a family meeting. He stated, “From this moment on, keep your compliments to a minimum. You can let him know he’s beautiful, but don’t overly praise him. It’ll boost his ego, and we don’t need him feeling like he has to be perfect.”

After that day, the brothers understood how destructive their sins could be to themselves.

[tytarax]

a/n: inspired by aogs47777's art

Just a bite... and everything changed

It began with a single act. Humanity, born from divine hands, tasted the forbidden, and with that bite, sin entered the world. A crack split creation, and from the fissure, Hell was born—a void born of rebellion and consequence, of defiance and despair.

Within this void, six figures appeared. Small and fragile in form, yet ancient in essence, they were the embodiments of the sins humanity had unleashed. Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Mammon, Belphegor, and Leviathan opened their eyes for the first time, staring at the emptiness around them.

“What is this place?” Mammon asked, his voice small but tinged with curiosity.

“Nothing,” Beelzebub replied, her wings twitching. “It’s just… nothing.”

The six wandered the formless void, a place of shadows and silence, feeling it stretch endlessly around them. Their childlike minds couldn’t comprehend it, yet they felt a strange connection to this place—a tether they didn’t yet understand.

Then came the fall.

A light tore through the darkness, splitting the void with its brilliance. The sins squinted against it, stepping closer to the source. When the radiance dimmed, they saw two figures crumpled on the ground.

One was a man with golden wings, his form regal even in his battered state. The other was a woman with blond hair and beautiful eyes, her white gown ripped.

The sins approached cautiously, drawn to the figures instinctively. Asmodeus tilted his head. “Who are they?”

Before anyone could answer, more light descended. Exterminator angels hovered above the two fallen figures. Their leader’s voice rang out, cold and commanding.

“Lucifer, you will undo this rebellion,” the angel demanded, its weapon glowing with holy fire. “Reverse what you have created, or she will die.” he said referring to Lilith.

Lucifer, the Morningstar, forced himself to his knees. His golden eyes burned with defiance as he spat, “I will not bow to cowards.”

“Then she pays the price,” the angel declared, raising its blade toward Lilith.

Then the sins were awakened

They didn’t even think. They moved as one, their small forms surging with power.

"They're monsters!" The exterminators faltered, startled by the ferocity of the children. Though the sins bore injuries, they forced the divine to retreat, leaving only silence in their wake.

Lucifer, startled as well, stared at the children. "Who... are you?"

The six glanced at each other. A moment passed, then another.

“We… don’t know,” Asmodeus admitted.

Lucifer’s golden gaze flickered, as though seeing something only he could recognize. “No,” he murmured, “I think I do.”

He turned his head slightly, casting his voice toward the woman beside him. “Lilith,” he said, softer now. “Are you hurt?”

Lilith exhaled, steadying herself before shaking her head. “No, but…” She hesitated, then lifted her gaze to him. “Where is she?”

Lucifer frowned. “Who?”

Lilith’s breath hitched, her eyes scanning the dark expanse frantically. “Her. Where is Death?”

The sins exchanged confused glances until Leviathan pointed toward a shadowed corner of the void. There, a figure lay motionless, her dark wings folded protectively around her body.

Lilith ran to her, followed by the others. Kneeling, she gently touched the figure’s face. “Y/N… You’re here,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Death stirred, her dark eyes fluttering open. “Here?” she murmured, her voice soft and unsure. “Where else would I be?”

Lucifer stepped forward, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “You were never meant to fall.”

Death sat up slowly, her gaze drifting over the six children who now stared at her with wide, curious eyes. She tilted her head, studying them. “And yet, I did.”

Lilith exhaled, a soft, weary laugh escaping her lips. “I suppose you were inevitable.”

Death said nothing. But as she knelt there, surrounded by the young sins who, for some reason, felt drawn to her, she had the unsettling feeling that Lilith was right.

Sin had entered the world, and through sin—Death.

And she had never felt more at home.

Prologue

Next chapter: Not yet

Taglist: @ultimate-percussionist @shadowolf993

[pro-depresanti]

~ Small things that would fix a lot of plot holes in Hazbin ~

Angelic weapons aren't as common. Vaggie has to go to Carmilla to ask for all her supply and they make most of it into bullets. Charlie is the Princess of Hell, she's rich if she can build a massive hotel as a non profit project, she could have bought them easily otherwise.

– about the previous point, Exorcists don't intentionally leave weapons behind, but we see that it's praised if they kill more sinners. So, the weapons left are just the ones lodged in the bodies and they don't lose time to get them back. Spears aren't likely to get stuck, there should not be so damn many left in Pride, even if they are reckless.

Angels can be harmed, like sinners. But they can regenerate quickly. Angelic steel is the only think that can kill them. That would explain how Lute tore off her whole arm when it was stuck in the debris.

– about the last point, Carmilla should have just said "did you know angels could be killed" to Vaggie instead.

Vaggie knows angels can be harmed, doesn't know they can be killed. Throw in a line somewhere how Vaggie says to Charlie that early on in the guise speculation.

Make it clear that Charlie and/or Lucifer cannot break soul contracts. One sentence about it in EP4 would be enough. You can argue that Charlie freeing Husk if she could is a conflict of interest with Alastor. But there's nothing stopping her from freeing Angel if she could, and she absolutely would have without even asking Angel. Just make it canon she physically can't. And about Lucifer – I 100% believe he's petty enough to take all soul contacts from Alastor if he could.

Remove Adam's beam of energy that can kill sinners. It doesn't make any sense.

Make the Extermination be a more recent thing. Hundred years tops. Otherwise someone would have figured out sooner that angelic weapons hurt angels, simply because they are so available to sinners and sheer desperation to survive. Even knowing that they can cause harm would be enough to have more sinners arm themselves. Someone must have made a killing blow at least once, Vox could have seen it with his cameras everywhere.

– the Vees know Carmilla killed the angel from the start. There's no way the Vees stumbled upon the head randomly, Carmilla wouldn't have left her District, why would the Vees go there?! Let them mention it between themselves. Again, one sentence is enough. Velvette could have just thrown an accusatory look at Carmilla and that would have been enough!

Make it more clear why Lucifer showed up in the last battle – a hellborn was killed, hellborns are protected from the Exterminations, that's why he was allowed to jump in. ONE SENTENCE IS ENOUGH!

Those are more of me knit picking things, but I would like a clear answer to:

how Overlords' territories work. I can understand the Vees holding the entirety of a District and Rosie ruling Cannibal Town. But we see more Overlords at the meeting then there are sections in Pride, the math isn't mathing. Are you telling me Husk at one point had about a fifth of Pride?!

– how did Angel not know about Husk being an Overlord? Casinos and clubs are in the same lane of work, Angel would have at least heard about him even if him saying he isn't into politics from the Pilot is still canon!

– again about the previous points – it makes the most sense that Husk would have ruled a section in the Entertainment District or in one of the bordering sections, HOW DID ANGEL NOT KNOW ABOUT HIM?!?

I need to see another soul contact. I need to know if they need to use their real names on them.

HOW BIG IS THIS FUCKING RING?! We see Charlie and Alastor walking all the way from the North most part of Pride to Cannibal Town. Charlie has a limo in the Pilot, it can't be that far if she decided to go on foot. Being very generous, the Ring cannot be bigger than 30km (18 miles) in diameter. That's 704 square kilometers, which is roughly the size of Athens, which is VERY densely populated and has 3.6million people living there. Pride must have way more sinners living there, yet we hardly see anyone on the streets! Where are all the sinners?! The Exterminations couldn't have killed that many of them to leave Pride looking as densely populated as a small town. For fuck's sake, I'm from a sparsely populated town and I still see more people on a Tuesday afternoon than around Pride.

Where does all the food come from? Or the alcohol, the drugs?! Who's planting grain for whiskey?! Or cotton for cloth?! I doubt Velvette or another previous fashion Overlord is/was making all the clothing. You can argue that sinners spawn in Hell with clothes on, you're telling me most of them don't have anything else to wear?! You're telling me Valentino and Vox were making their movies before Velvette without easy access to costumes?!

The Overlords together own millions of souls, according to Carmilla. Let's take Valentino for example for this calculation. Let's assume he has aquired 500k souls altogether ("I employ every down on their luck loser this side of Hell"), he's been an Overlord since 1979 and that the show takes place in 2019. That's 34 contracts a day. HOW DOES AN OVERLORD HAVE THE TIME FOR THAT?! Even if the contacts are 99.999% of the time standard for each Overlord, that's a lot of work. Are sinners just queueing to sell their souls?! Okay, for Valentino it makes sense that he goes out a lot and can pursue sinners, what about Carmilla for example?

(yes, I know I'm picking a lot on the logistics of the Overlords, I need it for my fics okay? I need answers as to how Valentino runs his shit!)

[fridayth13]

—when they hate you (or do they?)

↳ mammon, leviathan, mephistopheles, thirteen, and raphael × gn!reader (separately)

↳ genre: fluff(?), enemies to lovers-type beat | wordcount: 1.7k | warnings: cursing, lower demon tries to eat you (mammon), kissing mention (thirteen), you get locked in a closet by solomon (raphael)

↳ notes: when i tell you i worked on this for months 🤡 hfdfjkgdgjfdgjdg

—mammon

between the demeaning remarks from mammon and the fact that you wouldn't take his shit from day one, one can probably guess there'd be a problem

but lucifer appointed him to escort you and show you how things are in the devildom, so it's not like mammon could just say no

but eventually your constant bickering seemed to create a fifth type of migraine for lucifer, so he let mammon off the hook and told you to choose another one of his brothers to escort you around rad

you, being you (and still feeling very petty about mammon's comment of you needing a babysitter. like he was one to talk) you did not listen

the freedom was thrilling, in your defense

after being constantly followed and berated by mammon everyday, being able to go around campus without anyone telling you where to go made you a bit excited

that is, until you found yourself cornered by a random lower demon looking for a snack

but before you could even consider making a run for it, the demon stiffened, their previous predatory sneer freezing into a grimace

they fell to the floor immediately after

and there stood mammon, glaring down at them, his fist positioned upwards like he was ready to land another punch

his glare rose to you

"if you're gonna run around rad all willy-nilly without an escort, at least know when you're bein' followed. idiot."

you merely blinked at him, still reeling in surprise

mammon tore his gaze away. if it were anyone else, you'd almost say he looked flustered

"oh come on, don't go lookin' at me like that! what, did ya really think i'd let some lowlife snack on ya? lucifer'd murder me on the spot!"

you didn't even notice you dropped your bag until mammon picked it up off the floor, carrying it on one shoulder. he gave you a rougher-than-intended nudge on the shoulder

he still wouldn't meet your eyes

"come on, human, let's get ya to class"

—leviathan

it all began.. with the tsl trivia quiz. and then it went downhill from there

though leviathan honored his word and gave you a pact and you began respecting his otaku expertise, on a personal level? yeah no

maybe he was still butthurt about the quiz..? you didn't want to assume the worst about him. you barely knew the guy after all

but also he tried to kill you over his hyperfixation. maybe you had the right to assume whatever you want

and honestly, you were bound to get tired of it at some point

"you're just a random normie anyway lol"

"what, you think i'll just let some normie into my room?"

"ugh, i can't believe a normie beat me at a gamee."

forget tired, honestly, you were getting sick of it

you decided you've reached your limit on a random thursday morning

"hey, normie, pass the salt, would you?"

you ought to throw it at his head at this point

your teeth ground together in irritation

you didn't even notice that you'd crossed the room and moved around the entire dining table until you had the demon's collar by the fist

"i have had it with you!"

"wH- eh?" leviathan could only sputter as your grip tightened on his shirt. "what is your problem?"

"what's my problem? what's your problem?"

you didn't catch the hitch in his breath, the growing red of his cheeks, too blinded by annoyance to look anywhere but the narrowed pupils of his eyes

"would it kill you to have some manners, goddammit? i haven't done a single thing but breathe near you and all i hear is normie this, normie that, do you even know my fucking name?"

levi gulped nervously, but he surprised you nonetheless

"..m....mc.. your name is mc." he mumbled.

you were silent for a moment. but even after all the shit, you decided it would have to do for now. this wasn't worth being late to class over

"i'm not done with you.. demon."

you let go (he heaves a sigh of relief below you) and pick up your bag and leave. simple

all the while, levi watched you leave with his heart hammering in his chest

—mephistopheles

let's be honest, it's not very hard to make an enemy out of mephistopheles

even if you weren't an angel, as a human, you managed to get on his nerves just fine

you'd think with his status and titles and riches that fighting with him on a near daily basis would have some serious kind of ripple effect against you

but you quickly learn that no, he was just the most dramatic bitch in the universe

we been knew

but this only served to annoy you more, really. it was clear that he didn't even take you seriously enough to fight you properly

instead, he resorted to being petty and snarky and obnoxious about literally everything and you wanted to break his stupid nose with his stupid cane

depending on who you are, you would be delighted or very irritated to know that you get on his nerves just as badly!! :D

he knew the demon brothers were a bunch of oafs from the start, but honestly, the way they tumbled over each other to kneel at your feet was just a whole new level of pathetic

you were just some random human exchange student, after all. how great could you really be?

that was what he thought until one day, when his younger brother came barreling into the newspaper club room, completely unannounced, for his first surprise visit to his older brother's school

before mephistopheles could question him, he noticed you standing awkwardly in the doorway

"meph, did you meet mc?" his brother's bright grin seemed like a slice out of the sun as his eyes darted between you and your so-called enemy

obliviously, the kid continued rambling on. "your school is really really big, and i got lost after dad dropped me, but mc found me and brought me to you!"

huh

mephistopheles raised his eyes to meet yours. he couldn't quite read the expression on your face. but he didnt push you further

"is that so?"

(as he soon learned, you were actually pretty great)

—thirteen

in thirteen's defense, you were not the target of the trap

obviously

(so clearly, it was solomon's fault right?? riiiight???)

but you didn't seem to think that way. and to her discredit, you did still get caught in it

upside down and dizzy, the rubber rope latched around your ankles and wrists bouncing with the slightest breeze, you swore you would get her back for this

and you did:

after setting you free, the day after, she reset the trap. all you needed to do was push

in your defense, being stuck upside down for hours, even if on a mere accident, was not fun in the slightest

you were even late for class :(

unfortunately for both of you, the reaper seemed to take this as an act of war

and so ensued your rivalry

unfortunately for everyone else, you were both incredibly stubborn, headstrong, and dramatic

so more often than not, other people ended up falling victim to either of your pranks

belphegor gets caught in a tickle machine intended for you, mephistopheles suffers a bucket of ink falling from the door onto his head, not to mention the time lucifer got hit face first with glitter glue

legend says you were both almost suspended

but that wasn't even taking into account how much everyone hated being there for your verbal fights

satan has had to leave so many rooms just to keep from getting irritated at your antics

it isn't until asmodeus intervened one day that some of the poor witnesses figured out how to make a little entertainment off of this predicament

"good heavens, would you two just KISS already?!"

and, well, in asmodeus's defense, it had just been a joke on his part; a way to get you both to shut up

but much to both of your discredit, neither of you were all that good at hiding your blushing

—raphael

it started with solomon, being the good, amazing, wonderful peacekeeper with no ulterior motives that he is, he hatched a plan to get you and the angel to make up

a plan that was totally not for his own entertainment whatsoever, no

he even got luke to help him out :D

and that was the story of how you and raphael got locked in a room together <3

"luke, please let us out. right now."

a muscle ticked in raphael's jaw as solomon laughed from the other side of the door

"sorry!" luke exclaimed. "we can't open it just yet! not until you talk and make up!"

"solomon....." you warned

"tsk tsk tsk. come on, mc, we're only trying to help you. both of you"

"define 'help'." raphael muttered

you snorted at his quip

"well, for one, the fact that spears rain from the heavens whenever you fight"

"that is none of your business!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words, even as he glanced your way with incredulity. if anything, the bewildered look only made you laugh again

"guys, you know i could just summon one of the brothers to let us out right? why bother with all this?"

"i know you can, of course," replied solomon. "but. you know. we'd much rather you didn't"

"we just want you two to stop fighting.." luke said

your shoulders slumped at his voice. luke, at least, was being serious

you glanced sideways at raphael. he met your gaze, and the look on his face told you he was thinking the same thing

the angel sighed. "..okay"

"okay what?" luke asked

"we will try to get along."

"really?!"

raphael chuckled. "yes, really" the soft smile on his face faded as he saw your expression

"what."

"nothing, nothing, i just don't think i've seen you smile so nicely before" :)

"which would make sense, given that you're annoying"

"you-"

"haha," solomon chuckled. "they're getting along already"

"it doesn't sound like it.."

"guess it's our time to leave, luke"

"wait, wh- HEY. solomon, put me down!"

you and raphael exchanged glances

"who shall i call?"

"lucifer"

you shared a short, conspiratorial grin

"just what i was thinking"

dividers from @clutteredfun

[ananke-xiii]

Although I mainly see the first six episodes of s13 as an engaging portrayal of two grief-stricken people lacking the tools to deal with what has happened to them, I can also totally see them as the so-called "widower arc". Two things can be true at the same time because yes, Dean was totally grieving Cas' death. But I'll make it worse for you.

Maybe I'm biased by the many times I've read the term "widower arc" but Dean was 100% looking for a consort in Cas in s12 (yes, "consort", I'm tired of "partner" or "boy/girlfriend", they're weak terms, give me "sharing destiny" type of old words) so I think this interpretation is not so far-fetched.

We have a grieving widow(er), a desired consort who's dead and then resurrects and a son who's been defined as "the rising son". As I've already said these are some of the elements of one of the most ancient myths in Western culture, that is the myth of Isis and Osiris.

Now, of course it was not a retelling of that myth, I don't even think it was a conscious effort to shape the story that way but sometimes symbols will be symbols, what can you do?

First of all, two brothers: Set and Osiris and Lucifer and Cas. We know how it goes, one brother kills the other (As an aside in one version Set built a wooden chest and tricked Osiris to enter into it just to seal it and drown it in the Nile. We have totally NEVER seen this image in Supernatural. Not even ONCE).

Things get very interesting from here on because in the myth there's a lot of focus on the body of the deceased brother, Osiris/Cas. The most famous way Set disposed of his brother's corpse was to cut it into pieces, to... tear him apart if you will. It is then kinda WILD that AU!Michael kills "his" Lucifer the same way:

MIchael: I killed my Lucifer. Tore him apart in the skies over Abilene. But hey, can’t get enough of a good thing.

Apparently, the body must be somehow intact for resurrection to happen. In the myth Isis has to find his husband's bodyparts scattered all over Egypt in order to resurrect him. So we need to pay extra close attention to Cas' body which we are actually shown in that tragic scene where Dean prepares him for the pyre. So it's Dean who takes care of Cas' body, who "collects" it, just like Isis. Interesting.

In SPN "What gets burned stays dead", therefore Cas cannot resurrect, or so they think. The mantra is repeated by Jack in "Tombstone" when he first sees his father. To be honest, we don't really know how Cas resurrects. For the first time we see what happens to him between death and rebirth but we miss the technicalities. We can only assume that Cas' ashes were enough. Or maybe, just maybe, that's just a rule that applies in Chuck's story. Just saying.

I'm not sure if they try to discover how Jack managed to do that but the point remains: it was Jack who woke Cas up in the Empty.

And why did he do that? Well, because he can. The very first thing that Jack does is resurrecting Kelly in an episode aptly named "The Future", where Jack is sort of introduced via his mother's resurrection. He doesn't know how to use this power but he unconsciously does it again with his father. And I ask again: why?

Jack wakes Cas up in "The Big Empty", four episodes into the season. He could've done it sooner? No. Because what prompts him to unconsciously act is Dean's grief. And Dean reaches his boiling point when Sam finally provokes him. Osiris/Cas dies and his consort Isis/Dean is inconsolable. Other people like Sam can forget about it, but Dean can't in every sense of the verb.

In the myth it's Isis who resurrects Osiris and has a child, Horus, with him. But she got help. Dean's only human but there is a demi-god running around in his bunker so I think that helped. And Cas must be credited for the effort and the pushing.

Let's just say that resurrecting Castiel took three, actually four people okay? It required a team effort. Because none of them is a fully-fledged god like God or Amara or some Archangel who can just snap their fingers and boom welcome back to Life. Coaxing someone into resurrection (a resurrection with consent) takes a lot of willpower... and a lot of love.

I said four people because the last character in this little story is The Shadow. And we see this in the myth as well!

Isis doesn't "just" resurrect Osiris, she has to convince the motherfucker. Cause, you see, Osiris's heart was tired. A tired heart! Oh so beautiful! He didn't see the reason to go back to life. He was sooo tired. Isis has to literally seduce him back to life. And... this is kind of what The Shadow does, but in reverse? It tells Castiel to go back to sleep, to find peace, it's been in his mind and he wants to sleep, it knows!

The Shadow is Cas' tiredness, all his failures and regrets. But, as I said, it takes a lot of willpower and a lot of love to resurrect the dead, this is what Isis teaches us actually. To love more and then some more. And Cas loves back and he loves hard.

Castiel: You can prance and you can preen and you can scream and yell and remind me of my failings but somehow, I’m awake. And I will stay awake and I will keep you awake until we both go insane. I will fight you. Fight you and fight you for…ever. For eternity.

He didn't come back because he annoyed an ancient cosmic being. He came back because he loved.

So Osiris/Cas are back to life and that's good, right? Well... yeahhh. The thing is that Osiris will then live in the world of the dead so he kinda doesn't really really stay alive for long. And Isis will follow him. Things will likely go bad for Cas.

But the story continues!

Set/Lucifer and Horus/Jack engage in a rather disturbing (in the myth) struggle for power. The myth has different endings: in one they reconcile, in another they divide the realm, in yet another one Horus is the one true winner. So we don't really know (from this point in the narrative) how things will actually turn out for the two of them.

Isn't it interesting? Well, it's not surprising because there is a connection between christian stories and greek and egyptian ones but still? Kinda cool to see how myths keep repeating and repeating. As if we're still trying to understand them.

Anyway: yes to the widower arc, yes to love piercing through the veil of death. Both ways! It takes the love of two to resurrect.

[spookyblazecoffee]

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think Adam just let the ghoul eat him, at least, not at first.

He saw through the one pretending to be his mom and fought tooth and nail to survive.

He used the adrenaline coursing through his veins to fight the ghouls away, but he gave up in the end when he ran into his mother's room and saw her lifeless body on the floor.

When he saw his mom, the woman that raised him, covered in blood and heard the monster pretending to be her calling his name, saying that he and Kate were just pawns in the ghouls' game to get to John, he cursed the man.

He barely even knew his father, and these monsters were going to kill him for just being related to the wrong person?

He cursed John with each scream as the monster's teeth tore into him.

He cursed John even after he got to heaven, even after he got to see his mom again.

He cursed John when he was raised from the grave.

He cursed John when he got possessed by Michael.

He cursed John when he and Michael fell into the cage with Lucifer and Sam.

He cursed John the thousands of years he was trapped in the cage with Michael and Lucifer.

At some point, he started cursing God as well as John.

After all, God had left Michael to run heaven alone, and John had left Adam and his mom to fend for themselves, not even telling either of them about Adam's older brothers.

Adam cursed God and John when he and Michael were let out of the cage.

He had cursed God when Michael wasn't angry about being left in the cage even after he came back.

Adam, in his final moments, cursed John for leaving himself and his mom, and he would curse God for leaving Michael and the other angels until he took his actual final breath.

Adam cursed God when he felt himself being torn away from Michael.

He was torn from the only being other than his mother to actually care for him.

Adam cursed Chuck when he and Michael were resurrected by Jack, and when Michael told him what Chuck had done.

He cursed Chuck for lying to Michael, cursed Chuck for leaving, cursed Chuck for not caring whether humanity lives.

Adam cursed his dad, he cursed Michael's dad, and he will continue to curse both of them until he runs out of air, which he will never do.

[apocalypseornaw]

Don't Blame Me (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean confronts Crowley who recounts exactly what did happen to you, sparing no details to Dean's horror. You look for a way to ward yourself from Dean finding you.

Dean was half in shock when you blinked out. You were alive? When he looked at Crowley he knew the anger he felt showed in his eyes because the demon took a step back even before Dean grabbed him, slamming him back into a wall. "BRING HER BACK"

Crowley shook his head slowly "I didn't send her a way and I try not to summon her. She gets upset, it causes a mess. She killed ten demons the first time I summoned her and let's just say I like keeping her as calm as possible"

Dean shook his head before pulling the demon blade up to hold the point against Crowleys neck "Last time I saw her she was getting on a plane. What the fuck did you do to her?" Crowley laughed sharply "What did I do? Squirrel you should really ask what did you do?"

Dean's grip loosened at Crowleys words "What do you mean what Dean did?" Sam asked as Crowley untangled himself from Dean's grasp. Crowleys eyes were on Dean when he said "She made a deal. I didn't go after her soul. It was already in hell"

Dean shook his head "She wouldn't. Y/N knows the risks" Crowley shrugged "and yet she did for you" "for me?" Dean asked and Crowley sighed "This is dramatic. Her soul already went to hell so contract fulfilled. She's gonna try to kill me but.." before Dean or Sam could ask Crowley touched two fingers to Dean's forehead. Flashes of an Okami, pain of claws ripping into his chest and the heartbreaking sound of your sobs tore through Dean's head.

"She couldn't face losing you so she made a deal. Be glad I took over when I did. Lucifer and his flunkies were having fun with your girl" "She wouldn't agree to be a demon" Sam argued but Crowley shrugged "A little over four hundred years of torture. A hundred of those were under Lucifer and Zachariah. She's stronger than most of the souls in hell but the things they did to her.." he trailed off and Dean could feel his jaw clench with anger even before Crowley met his eyes "No angelic interference for her, guess she wasn't important enough. I needed an attack dog. Someone who if they were spotted working at my side the threats were taken seriously"

"So you've been using her?" Sam asked. Crowley scoffed "I gave her freedom from the racks. I put her body back together so she'd have it. I made sure to keep her off the angels radar. I've gotten her to kill a few dozen demons but nothing she wouldn't have done in life. How the hell have I been using her? Would you two prefer me to have left her to an eternity of whatever being decided to plunge a blade or other things into her?"

Dean swallowed down the bile in his throat at Crowleys words and the images that accompanied them to ask "Why didn't she let me know?"  and Crowley laughed again "Did you not see that little performance? She was afraid you'd hate her so she stayed off the beaten path" "Then why did you bring her here tonight?" Sam demanded.

"She's wrong for lack of better terms. She shouldn't care like she still does, shouldn't have so much left of her human personality. Her soul was stronger than I gave it credit for. If she stays a demon she's gonna e a threat to my throne" Dean swung without thinking and connected a hard punch to Crowleys jaw "You've kept her from me for years, YEARS. and now you're only telling me so she can't dethrone you? The only reason I'm not killing you is so you can help me find her"

Ireland, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand and South America. It was hard to find a coven that would play well with a demon, let alone one marked by the king of hell as his right hand woman but you finally did. 

You sat in the middle of the circle, watching the woman paint sigils onto your skin. Once she was done she rejoined the circle. You sat silently as they chanted, the sigil glowing then absorbing into your skin. You looked at the head witch "No one can summon me now?" She nodded "Your boss can probably still get a feed on where you are but no one can summon you" you paid her the fee and thanked the rest of the coven before blinking out. You were back in Washington state, almost at the Canadian line. 

-------------

You had a cabin there, somewhere you stayed when Crowley didn't need you at his side. Somewhere you were able to ignore everything that had happened. You weren't right as a demon. They weren't supposed to feel, weren't supposed to care yet here you were. 

------------

You washed your face then looked at yourself in the mirror letting your eyes slip to black. Even as a demon you were held together by paperclips and rubber bands. The memory of the look on Dean's face flashed through your head and you smashed the mirror. What the hell were you supposed to do now?

@lacilou @suckitands33 @lyarr24 @decadentstrangernacho @nix-rose @irgendwas122 @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @tas898 @starkleila

[misc-obeyme]

what are your thoughts on the cheeky lil cow boy (belphie)

Ah yes, Belphegor, a bit of a polarizing character in general, I think. People seem to either really love him or really hate him.

Generally speaking, I think he's deceptively cunning, but not in a malicious way. He's pretty chill most of the time, but he'll do stuff like manipulate his brothers to get them to do his chores for him. Except for Beel, of course. And really they are a unit. Belphie is always ready to fight for Beel and vice versa. But I also really like how they just quietly support each other. Someone will say oh Belphie fell asleep in this weird place and Beel will immediately be like I'll go get him. Or Belphie will be like we need to make sure we bring food to this thing because Beel will get hungry. Like they're just always thinking about each other and I think that's really sweet.

Belphie will also call people out if he wants to. If he has no reason to keep it to himself, he'll straight up tell you if he thinks you're doing something questionable. And his issues with Diavolo indicate to me that he has a problem with authority, like he would be more defiant if he wasn't also lazy lol.

Inevitably, though, we can't really talk about Belphie without discussing the Lesson 16 Incident. At this point, I think most people are aware of those events, but just in case, I'll put the rest of this under a read more. And also it's kinda lengthy, so be forewarned lol.

First of all, I have to say that I was honestly so confused about what was happening in Lesson 16 that I didn't fully understand that Belphie had killed MC. I had to read it multiple times and then read what other people were saying about it. So I never had an intense reaction to it.

But to be fair, it wasn't like we didn't know there was something weird going on the whole time. I knew it was the youngest brother locked up there and it seemed like it was wrong, so that made Lucifer out to be the bad guy of the situation. Then it turns out that wasn't the case at all.

Belphie is manipulative. That's just part of his character. And when he has something that he's trying to do, he's going to use that skill to get it.

Some people are still mad at Lucifer for locking Belphie up at all. Some people are obviously quite upset that Belphie killed MC.

But here's what I think.

It isn't that black and white. Aside from the confusing time travel shenanigans, this event is one of the most realistic things that has ever happened in the story.

Belphie shared Lilith's love of humans. Together they wanted to learn more about the human world. It would be easy for him to blame himself for her interest and what ultimately led to her death. But even if he didn't, he saw the way that it tore his entire family apart.

It wasn't just that his dad got mad at his sister and they had an argument or something.

It was that his dad was going to end his sister's existence and in defiance, his older brother rebelled. And there was a war. This was not some squabble. This was siblings fighting siblings.

Belphie watched his brothers and sisters fight and hurt and kill each other and it all came back to Lilith falling in love with a human.

And then he fell with his brothers, cast out of his home, losing everything he's ever known. His brothers are changing and suffering just like he is.

They don't talk about it. They clearly all keep secrets regarding it still, things that don't come out until MC comes along. Which is supposedly thousands of years after the fact (at least in OG). That means Belphie has had all that time to let that trauma fester. To let it twist inside him. To let it morph into the one thought that became most dominant: that humans are bad.

Is that a fair assessment of what happened? No, of course not. But we're dealing with a war traumatized fallen angel that clearly hasn't worked through any of these feelings in thousands of years.

And then he defies Diavolo and Lucifer panics.

Yes, Lucifer should have found a better way of handling it. But remember what happened to him when he defied authority? He is trying his best to protect Belphie. He is trying not to lose another sibling. He is also still traumatized and therefore overreacting out of fear.

And so was Belphie.

Imagine being locked up like that and a human comes along. A human is free among your brothers to do whatever terrible things humans do while you're powerless to stop them. Of course he's going to try to manipulate that human into setting him free. Of course he's then going to eliminate them because humans have been historically bad for his family.

I read this situation as Belphie being both afraid and angry that a human - the thing he's convinced himself was the main cause of his sister's death - has become so close to his brothers and has the access to his family that could cause another rift among them.

You could say that it was Belphie's idea to get MC to have all the pacts, but that isn't really true, either. By the time MC meets Belphie, they already have a pact with two of his brothers. He sees them already starting to worm their way into his family. And he knows that the only way to get out of the attic is to encourage it. He doesn't really have a choice.

Maybe everyone can now call me a Belphie apologist. But I'm always coming at this from an outside fictional standpoint. I'm like listen he's a flawed character and it's actually pretty realistic of him to react this way considering the circumstances.

However, he did kill MC. And that's why my own MC, Ciaran, has issues with Belphie for a while. It's also traumatic to have someone kill you, so it isn't like I'm saying MC should just forget about it or forgive Belphie immediately. I think it probably should have taken a lot more time for MC to trust Belphie again. Certainly that part of the story was a bit rushed.

But they're dealing with lesson format constraints and also it's a silly otome game so I guess fully formed character arcs can't be expected. Especially since we aren't dealing with routes and they have to cram everybody into the same set of lessons.

In the end, I think Belphie is an interesting and complex character. I think there's a lot of space to explore more about this particular aspect of him, but due to the format of the media and the lack of routes, his more in depth character arc just doesn't exist.

I personally have no problem with Belphie as a character, but I also understand why people don't like him. I am always of the opinion that everyone is free to love or hate or have any emotions at all about fictional characters lol. This is just my personal opinion.