#poor sweet lilith

[malkaviian]

im fostering a kitty

[candyapplemacchiato]

(in a void space) Lilith: so. Alastor: Lilith: Eve betrayed you? Alastor: seems like it. Lilith: shoved you in here? Alastor: right on the money. Lilith: hm. well considering you were working with her to trap me in here, this is quite awkward. Alastor: quite. Lilith: do you know any way out of here? Alastor: nope!! Lilith: well, fuck. (2 years later) Lilith, crying: my poor lonely husband- Alastor: oh please not this again, Lilith: he must be so depressed right now without me- ohhh he's so sweet he's so so sweet- have i told you about the ducks? he loves ducks- Alastor: yes, so i've heard, we've had this conversation at least 500 times and i WISH i wasn't counting but there's NOTHING ELSE TO DO IN HERE- Lilith: Luci made the cutest little rubber ducks- Alastor: can we PLEASE change the subject. Lilith: Alastor: Lilith, with a completely straight face: have i told you about how good he was in bed Alastor: no- different topic please-

[itachiiwrites]

Lilith, you siren, how could you do this to me?

Obsessive!satosugu x insecure!reader

Warning: 18+, NSFW, Smut, Yandere themes, manipulation, cheating, dubcon, dark stuff in general, MDNI. Feminine terms of reference used, reader is AFAB.

a/n: I'm on a roll today lmao

Thinking about obsessive!satosugu, manipulating their insecure!bestfriend reader to be with them. You have a shit relationship? No problem.. they'll allude you into thinking they're all that you could ever want.

You think you're incapable of love? Damn right you are, because they're the only ones are capable of giving you that love, to their shared toy. Their obsession.

Oh and it was so easy to actually make you believe that, in their eyes, you were just so pathetic and they loved you for that. They loved that you hated yourself, it was a piece of cake to drill into your head that your boyfriend hated you, because of the way you are.

Satoru would act like a love sick, smitten puppy while Suguru would be just so much meaner as they are taking their shared joy in fucking up your head while they treat you like the sin you are. Seated in the ivory haired's lap while his lover held down your thighs, face deep into your cunt.

Satoru would coo in your ear with his hazy eyes, nuzzling his face in the periphery of your face, a taut, bruising grip on your wrists. "We'd make you feel like the most special person in the world if you give in you know..? It's not like you are capable to feel that with someone else, it's not everyday you'd be treated this good hm..?" He says those twisted, saccharine words, while Suguru deliciously eats your pussy like a starved man, his teeth scraping occasionally against your reddened, swollen clit, making you mewl and gasp. Your skull rendering afloat from the pleasure you shouldn't enjoy.

A foul, derogatory slap on your pussy from the raven haired made you jolt and become alert, earning a chuckled, mocking hum from Satoru with a consecutive shush. "Take it, sweet girl..you know Suguru wouldn't do that if you just fucking listened." He gritted the end of the sentence, cuffing your jaw after speaking so sweetly.

"You're pampering her too much, my darling, she deserves this and more for not appreciating our love." The man pulled away from your poor cunt with a sly smirk, his chin glistening with your nectar. His foxy eyes looking at you with yearning before pinching your already overstimulated clit, making you cry, giving them the sadistic satisfaction of seeing your pretty eyes turn glassy and red rimmed.

"That's right dumb girl..just give in. You don't need that stupid fucking boyfriend of yours.."

And you couldn't even feel the guilt that you are made to cheat. It was grilled into your head that what they treated you, was better than even an ounce of what you deserved. ♡

[heartfeltcherie]

I'm here for Alastor and Lucifer meeting a sinner who is in personality like Aurora 🥺

aurora is my favourite disney princess so this was so fun and exciting to write <33 (unless you didn’t mean that kind of concept then… completely disregard this lol)

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lucifer;

it must have been one of his lucky days (which he counts a lot, since he doesn’t have many of them) when lucifer crossed paths with you. and he was sure the pupils in his eyes had taken the form of hearts because “oh my golly, you’re so beautiful.” and he doesn’t realize he’s said that out loud until he hears the most angelic giggle (which is odd, beings as you’re in hell) paired with a soft spoken voice. “oh, thank you. you’re too kind”

how you ended up in hell, let alone the pride ring, absolutely baffled him. you’re too sweet, and kind, and gentle to be down here amongst these other sinners who left their manners back in their past life.

upon meeting you, he wonders if he’s got a chance with you. your relationship flashes in his mind of him making you laugh with his terrible jokes and him showing you his entire collection of rubber ducks (he’s sure to go home and make a new one, inspired by you, of course).

he melts when he sees how good you are with razzle, dazzle, and keekee — he swears he’s never met someone so amazing with animals before. and the way you’re so kind to his daughter and her friends makes him think that he’s found the one… which is a lot, since he lost lilith so long ago.

he takes you back to his house and puts on a show for you both to watch (some old timey film that you suggested).

he tells you to make yourself comfortable and he feels his heart leap when you lay down and put your head on his lap.

“sorry, is this too much? i can move-”

“no! no, you’re perfect right there- uhm. you don’t need to move, i-it’s pretty cozy”

“hehe okay :)”

it doesn’t take long before lucifer realizes he’s the only one watching the film while you’re fast asleep in the comfort of his lap. he looks down at you all soft and chuckles to himself.

“yup. this is definitely a sign”

alastor;

he’s very… confused, when he first meets you. tilting his head with that same smile he usually has on his face, leaving everyone to wonder what he’s truly thinking… and it’s about you.

he feels it’s a mistake. a dumb mistake made by those things that have the audacity to call themselves “angels”. you’re too perfect, and good to be in a place like this. you deserve to be in a place filled with greenery and soft shades of pinks and lavenders, not in the fiery depths of hell.

you’re shy. and he takes notice of this right away, using it for his own personal advantage; enjoying the way you stumble over your words and nervously fidget with your hands as he asks you “cat got your tongue, my dear?”

“it’s not everyday you come face-to-face with a powerful overlord”

he doesn’t know what or how he feels about you, but there’s a feeling stirring down inside of him. something perhaps like… adoration? no, it couldn’t be. he never feels that way towards anyone.

but you’ve got this softness that surrounds your whole being that he can’t shake from his mind — you’ve even (accidentally, oops) called him handsome which caused his ears to twitch and a very loud record scratch that hurt poor husk’s ears.

“i’m well aware, my dear. but you’re kindness is appreciated”

everyone sees the way you both secretly look at each other (alastor denies it but he knows it’s true) and you can’t help but be nervous every time alastor is next to you, pinks cheeks and a fast beating heart that you’re sure he hears.

“i’ve noticed you get quite on the edge when i’m near you. pray tell why that is?”

“al, it’s… nothing”

“don’t worry, cher. you’re lucky i happen to like the sound of your beating heart. especially knowing that it’s mine. isn’t that right?”

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[animeshotsh]

Never your first | Various x Reader | ANGST |

Summary: You may love them, and they may love you too, but not in the same way.

Warnings: ANGST - Sad - Mentions of sex (no explicit) -

Lucifer

When he fell you were quick to follow. History knows about him, the beautiful first angel who fell and his beloved wife Lilith. No one knows you, the second angel who fell. Why did you ? Because you loved Lucifer and believed in his words. You two were best friend and inseparable, soulmate some have said.

But he choose Lilith, had a daughter with her. And you saw all of it by the side, smiling and supporting but being broken inside.

And when she left him and Charlie, you saw him how sad he was, depress and the worse? He still loved her. You were there for him during his best moments and there to hold him at worse.

"Oh (Y/N)...im so lucky to have you as my best friend"

Charlie

Falling for Charlie was easy, like how could you not ? She was kind, sweet, everything no one was in hell. You believed in her dreams, long before she met Vaggie...

But you saw it unfold in front of your eyes, the love story between them was one from a fairy tale, and you were the side character. You liked seeing her happy and Vaggie was a good person but you wanted to be her.

"Oh (Y/N), I love her so much! Do you think she would agree to even marry me?"

Vaggie

Being the older sister/brother of Charlie mean following her around hell and supporting her. No one would date hurt her, but she being naive was something that could hurt her no less.

The night you met Vaggie your heart fell, it started to beat fast and hard as you saw her poor form being so hurt.

But her eyes were not on you, they were on Charlie, looking at her and Charlie looked at her back with love. Something your parents once had.

Vaggie did love you, as the relative of her girlfriend, and knew you were the protector of her. She knew she could be used easily by others so she was thankful that you were there for her.

"(Y/N) thanks for protecting Charlie all these years, I could never ask for a better in law"

Alastor

Being Alastor's friend had his ups and downs. You knew he was not captable of loving you the way you loved him, you were happy being his best friend.

But saddly you were not that. His best friend, the one he truly would never betray or use was Rosie who was in fact your friend as well.

"(Y/N) dont make me laught, and put a smile on your face. You are never fully dressed without one"

Vox

You saw Vox being used and abused by Valentino all the time. You loved him and wanted nothing more than to have a company together with him and only him. But Vox was addicted to Valentino and to the fame. No matter how many times he got beated up or had to watch him fuck others, he still loved him and not you.

"A show together? Well (Y/N) I believe you doing your show on your own are fine, the rating is good, besides what would the public say if they saw us alone and together?"

Stolas

Stolas and you, friends as old as stars. You two would watch the born and death of them. Would share your dreams together. You never supported his marriage with Stella and knew he was getting worse and worse, keeping the family together because of his daughter.

Saddly finally, once he had broke things off with her someone else did appear.

Blitzo or Blitz who had been his lover and turned out he loved him.

You never tought of imps as less but why? Why did he pick him and not you ? What did he had ? Specially when at the end he was still not happy.

You were back there, holding him in your arms as he cried again but this time because of someone who was not you.

And it would never be you.

[d3pressed-caffiene-addict]

Hazbin Hotel Ep 5&6 Oh My God (Major Spoilers)

I am having so many thoughts, this is just a brain dump

-LUCIFER. He’s so pathetic I love him

-Jeremy Jordan you fucking legend. I’m a big fan of a lot of his work and was excited to see him in this but I was slightly unsure if he was the right casting since I expected Lucifer to be more of a high and mighty/snobby figure, but with the way they characterised him HE IS PERFECT.

-“TAKE THAT DEPRESSION”

-The Lucifer vs Alastor rivalry is beautiful

-“Ha ha, fuck you.”

-Father figure Alastor

-HIS EARS GO BACK LIKE A CAT WHEN HES ANGRY I CANT

-MIMZY’S ARRIVAL. I know most of us know the lore about her and Alastor being developed as a couple before it was scrapped but I really like how they are in the show

-Even if it’s just crumbs I’m so excited to be getting snippets of Alastor’s lore. It’s wild to keep going back and forth between “aw he actually cares for and protects his friends” and “oh my god he’s a fucking psycho”

-Speaking of that the scene with Husk holy shit. Poor man looked terrified

-The confirmation that Alastor’s also stuck working for someone, it has to be Lilith surely. I know some people will call it predictable because a lot of theories are coming true but personally I think it’s from good worldbuilding/foreshadowing

-ALASTOR IN FULL DEMON FORM JUST ANNIHILATING EVERYONE and then he just goes “Ah that was fun, now back to it”

-I kinda like the parallel between Al and Mimzy & Angel and Cherri where they invite their friends to join them if they want to, even if neither of them take it up initially maybe we’ll see them join the hotel in the future?

-BABY CHARLIE

-I really expected Lucifer to be a dickhead and a shitty dad, but he seems to be an overall better guy than most people in hell

-CHERRI BOMB ARRIVAL! And she’s Aussie now fuck yeah represent

-I still love her and Angel’s friendship even if she is a terrible influence. Everyone’s got that friend who’s solution to a bad day is just self-destruction but they mean well at least

-DARREN CHRIS TOO, THE MUSICAL THEATRE/BROADWAY ACTOR CASTING IS STACKED

-Emily is so sweet I love her

-The Molly cameo is so sweet, I was waiting for her to appear somewhere but lowkey forgot she was in heaven. Honestly though how did she get there when the rest of her and Angel’s family got condemned for what they did together? Maybe she left the mob or something idk I just hope we get to meet her properly at some point

-Heaven’s real fucked up? Yeah not shocked

-VAGGIE?? FALLEN ANGEL REVEAL?? AND SHE WAS AN EXTERMINATOR???? I know most of us called it but holy shit I didn’t expect it to be confirmed this soon

-Adam is such a dick but he’s so much fun

-I love that Charlie was gonna start her court presentation with definitions like a high school essay

-“Consent is a good name for a sex club” the gentleman Husk truthers gonna have fun with this one

-Pentious hitting on Cherri is hilarious and totally not the same level of subtlety I flirt with when I’m drunk

-Hearing more and more about how Val treats Angel is so sad especially with how casually he talks about it since it’s just another day for him

-Him parenting drunk Nifty is beautiful

-“You wanna play with the kitty?”

-Valentino is my #1 enemy

-Seeing Angel stand up to him to protect his friends is making me feel feelings. Like he knows that he’s gonna be treated even worse for it but I think he’s reaching his tipping point and shits gonna go down soon

-Also I know there’s a popular theory that he’s gonna die soon and a lot of the theories are coming true so I am scared. I kind of don’t think this one’ll happen though since he’s the fan favourite and its just too soon to take that much of a risk. Plus Vivsie’s admitted he’s the best written character and it’d be such a waste of all that development

-More sweet moments between him and Husk, they’ve gotten me so invested in this ship so fast

-The fact that most of heaven didn’t know about the extermination?? Wild

-Idk how I feel about the timeskip between Ep 4&5, they’re only a month away from the extermination now. Yes it’s making the stakes feel higher but I do wish we’d been able to see more of that time for the relationship development, all the characters seem much closer than before and we’ve only seen bits of how they got there

-I really wish they’d greenlit more than 8 episodes to pace things a little better but I’m glad we have season 2 confirmed

-That last minute ‘reveal Vaggie’s past to Charlie, boot them out of heaven and then cut to credits before she can react’ is gonna torture me until next week

-I don’t disagree with past criticism that Vivzie’s female characters can feel a bit underwritten but I think it’s getting better

-“We’re coming to the hotel first” plus all the theories that someone’s gonna die are fucking stressing me out man

Anyway hope you enjoy the brain dump, this show has once again consumed my thoughts

[exchangestudentnova]

Honestly have been having platonic yandere vampire au brainrot for the obey me brothers for so long....just a bunch of vampires looking at a human and just going "yup. You're coven now." And turning them whether they want to or not....

Oh vampire au! I don't think much about this particular au, but it's fun to write about.

Covens: Families or unrelated groups of vampires who live together.

Yandere!Vampire!Brothers who are very protective of the new human exchange student. They must protect the poor fragile human from the lesser vampires. Should any harm come to the human, they'll be answerable to Diavolo. They'll control their urge to suck out your blood, no matter how painful it be.

Yandere!Vampire!Lucifer who wishes to spend all his time with you, and as a result, makes you do your RAD homework in his room while he looks at you from his desk, under the pretext of 'keeping an eye on you'. He will ask you to prick the tip of your finger and put a drop of your blood in his teacup, just enough to enhance the flavour of his tea.

Yandere!Vampire!Mammon who is so sweet and clingly towards you, always sitting close to you in the class, walking you home to after school, wanting to take you out shopping as soon as he gets goldie again. What? He adores you so much! He'll accompany you everywhere he can because he doesn't think you can protect yourself from the lesser vampires. Just don't let his hand go okay? He will keep you safe!

Yandere!Vampire!Leviathan who is grateful for a friend who actually listens to him! He tries to keep your attention focused on him by engaging you in his video games, keeping you cooped up in his room by pulling all nighters watching anime and TSL. Whenever he mentions being thirsty you rush out to get him some water, but he wasn't referring to water now was he? You'll surely let him have a sip if he asks nicely right?

Yandere!Vampire!Satan who helps you out when you're in need. Your task is to write about vampire as a human being? Don't worry, he's there to help you. Let's study about the basis anatomy of a vampire first? Hours and hours spent in the library or his room, your nose buried in the books, while he relishes in your presence. He'll delibrately pick books written in ancient script so you're forced to take his help in deciphering them or he'll delibrately select books with sharper edges so that he gets to enjoy a little treat after you leave.

Yandere!Vampire!Asmodeus who can't help but drown himself in your affection. The online account he made for you has already reached millions of followers, thanks to yours truly. The two of you spend time filming videos to post and do online challenges together. Many people compliment the new blush he's wearing, asking him the brand name. He just smiles sweetly and he tells them "it's one of a kind". The blush being your blood stored in his little compact case.

Yandere!Vampire!Beelzebub who is worried the most out of all the brothers about your safety. Everyday he feels like he lost Lilith yesterday, but now that you're here, he wants to make sure he never repeats that mistake again. He'll hog you as much as he can and will definitely put you on a training routine to make you strong. He will purposefully stuff his mouth with more food when you're around, he really don't wanna hurt you.

Yandere!Vampire!Belphegor who bares his teeth when someone tries to wake him from his sleep, but if it's you then it is replaced with a gentle smile, persuading you to join him instead. Before he used to hang around the planetarium and the attic, but now he can be found dozing in your bed. He will ask you to cuddle up to him everynight, even invites Beel from time to time. Sleeps with a part of his pillow in his mouth, should his vampiric urges take control in his sleep.

Yandere!Vampire!Brothers who are shocked by the news of your return to the human world. You have completed your year as an exchange student, now you must return home.

"But can't you just stay here? With us? We will protect you from any and all danger, so don't leave, there is no reason to go back" Mammon's voice had a lining of desperation that the others sitting in the room could catch on. All the brother where gathered in the living room to convince you to stay. "It was nice spending time with each one of you, but the presence of a human for too long might upset the natural balance. Plus I have a family I have to go back to" That's it! A family!

Yandere!Vampire!Brothers who pursuade you to become a vampire, then you can be a part of their family right? They can always get another human for the exchange program, but you, no, you're special. You will live with them as a vampire if you can't as a human. You'll not be taking the place of Lilith, no one can, but you've made your own and you'll be a part of their coven. What? You refuse? It's okay, supper's almost ready and the sleeping power should be kept here somewhere......well you don't have to worry, they will take care of everything. From the transition to the struggle of containing one's lust for blood, they'll be there with you at every step of the way. You will outlive your human family, and then they will be your only family, whom you will live with forever....

P.S : Hello anon! It was really fun for me to write this! But if it is not up to your liking then you can ask me to write it again and I'll try to better next time! Thank you!

[libby-for-life]

can you a fic a about a pregnant adam starting to lactate and lucifer and lilith take advantage of the fact

My dear anon, I got you. Lucifer/Adam/Lilith

Adam let out a pained whimper, clutching his chest as he grimaced from the intense sensitivity. With each passing day of his pregnancy, it seemed like his chest had grown even larger and more sensitive, causing excruciating discomfort. The pain was so intense that Adam felt like he was on the verge of exploding if he didn't find some relief soon.

He sat on the edge of the bed, wincing as he gently massaged his chest, trying to alleviate the discomfort. Despite the relief it brought, tears of frustration welled up in his eyes as he grappled with the difficult situation. Adam cherished the experience of being pregnant, but he couldn't deny that it came with its own challenges and discomforts.

As Adam sat alone in his dimly lit room, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single lamp, he felt the weight of the baby pressing down on his bladder. The silence was shattered by a sudden, urgent knock on the door, causing Adam to startle and jolt in surprise. His body protested the sudden movement with a groan, and he winced at the discomfort. "Adam? Are you okay?" came a comforting voice from the other side of the door. It was the familiar, reassuring voice of Lucifer, and Adam couldn't help but smile at the sound. "Can we come in, dear?" And then, he heard the sweet, melodious voice of Lilith. Both of his beloved mates were here, ready to offer their support and comfort.

"Come in, please," Adam greeted with a warm smile. Lucifer and Lilith glided into the room, their striking beauty rivaling the day Adam first laid eyes on them. Lilith's towering stature and elegant features made her presence unmistakable in the realm of Hell. Her gleaming horns caught the lamplight as they entered their shared room. Despite being smaller in stature than Adam and Lilith, Lucifer exuded a captivating charm. He possessed an aristocratic bearing befitting of an angel, with impeccably coiffed blonde hair that perfectly complemented Lilith's own flowing locks.

"Baby? What's wrong?" Lilith asked with concern as she settled in beside the heavily pregnant Adam, while Lucifer did the same on the other side. "Is anything aching, my lamb?" added Lucifer, his voice filled with worry. Adam whimpered in response to a sharp twinge in his chest. He knew that the discomfort was a result of his body preparing for breastfeeding, but the pain was still overwhelming.

"My chest hurts," Adam managed to say, tears welling up once again, blurring his vision.

Adam didn't see the exchange of looks that Lucifer and Lilith gave each other but he did feel a slim hand grab his shoulder. "We can help, Adam. Do you want us to?" Lilith asked, kissing his cheek. Adam blushed and he felt another pair of lips kiss him as well. "Let us help you, Adam," Lucifer said with a smile.

Adam nodded, trusting his mates to take care of him. Lucifer gently moved to hold him from behind, his chin resting on Adam’s shoulder as Lilith smiled down at him. "Adam, you look so beautiful like this." Adam blushed and yelped when he felt his nightshirt unbutton revealing his swollen breasts.

Lilith smirked at him making Adam shake in Lucifer's hold. "Does our baby need to be milked?" Adam moaned, his dick and pussy pulsing with need. Lucifer helped unclip the bra he was wearing and Lilith hummed at the sight of Adam's round soft tits.

"I love how big they've gotten," Lucifer whispered into Adam’s ear. "The perfect size for our baby." Lilith cracked her knuckles before gently picking up her prizes. Adam gasped, groaning at the sensitivity of his chest being held. "Hmm. They do look swollen. You poor thing." Lilith said, sympathy dripping in her voice. "Here. Let's relieve you."

Adam screamed in pain and pleasure as Lilith gently squeezed and pulled on his chest, squirming in Lucifer's hold. Lilith and Lucifer just laughed as the First Woman pinched nipples and twirled them expertly in her hands.

She did this for a few seconds until she saw the pearly beads of milk appear on Adam’s nipples. "There we are! Look at that! Our baby just needed to be milked." Adam could barely hear any words, too busy riding the pleasure of his chest being milked like a cow.

Lilith kissed the stiffened buds before sucking the left breast into her mouth. Adam's milk tasted like honey and flowers. Sweet like their baby girl. She noticed Adam was also drooling from his pussy but she knew Adam needed his chest taken care of right now.

She sucked hard, drawing out the milk before doing the same on the other side. Adam just lied in Lucifer's arms, drooling and smiling at the sensations running through his body.

Lilith let go with a pop and smirk. "There. That should relieve you for the night." Lucifer snuggled into Adam as Lilith brought them close to her. Adam was already asleep, his arousal diminishing as Lucifer hugged him close.

"Goodnight, boys~." Lilith said with a sleepy smile. Adam didn't reply, already fast asleep, but Lucifer smiled back. "Goodnight, my dove."

[katyakurae]

Welcome to the Hazbin Tavern! A DnD AU

Random facts under the cut

About Charlie:

Race: Half-drow / Half-Aasimar

Class: Wild magic sorceress. Warning, something may explode

Goal: Wants to make the Underdark a better place

Alignement: Chaotic good

Still as cheerful and sweet as canon Charlie

Owner of the Hazbin Tavern, a place of respite for those brave travelers who adventure the Underdark

Raised as a seldarine drow by her father, Lucifer

Fall in love with Vaggie while visiting the surface. Charlie found her wounded near an entrance and offered her a place to stay in the Underdark. Surprisingly, Vaggie likes it here.

Loves the Underdark, but wishes their inhabitants will learn to coexists without so much violence

Has poor control to no control over her magic. Lucifer and Alastor are trying to teach her. It's going... unwell.

Lilith gifted her all her jewerly (rings, chocker) and her hat before Lucifer took Charlie away from Menzoberranzan

While Charlie doesn't really understands her mother or her worship to Lolth, she stills love her and wears her gifts as a way to keep her close

Next character: Vaggie!

[copias-girl]

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter I

A/N: Cardi is 100% a virgin in this 😌🖤 Get ready for some slow burn and merciless teasing 😈

Song recommendation for this series!

Chapter II

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“He looks just like a rat!” Sister Mable snickered, causing the other sisters of sin to burst out laughing.

“And he scurries around like one too!” Sister Ava added.

“You know, I heard he keeps rats. As, like, pets.” Sister Lilith whispered with a shudder, nearly horrified by the mere thought.

“Ugh. He’s such a weirdo, I can already tell. I hope he doesn’t try to strike up a conversation with me.” Sister Emily scoffed.

“Have you even seen how painfully shy he is? I don’t think he would even know how!” Sister Lilith retorted, causing the group to burst out laughing.

You heard their conversation as you came strolling by, carrying some Latin translations that Secondo had requested. You also had a pack of little Mix Max cakes that you were going to bring to Primo, Secondo, and Terzo. And maybe even one for Nihil too, as you knew how much he liked sweets.

The truth was, you were everyone’s darling. The Papas absolutely loved you. Primo allowed you the privilege of helping him tend to his precious garden, Secondo’s hard scowl softened considerably when he looked at you, and Terzo just couldn’t stop himself from constantly flirting with you, much to the annoyance of many of the other sisters of sin. Even the ghouls loved you; Terzo often having to shout at them to prevent you from getting dogpiled. It was no secret that everyone regarded you as the prettiest and most lovely sister in the whole ministry.

“Who are you talking about?” You enquired curiously, slowing your pace.

“Oh, hi Sister!” Sister Ava greeted you.

“We were just talking about that new Cardinal. He’s so strange! Have you seen him?” Sister Mable chuckled, clearly wanting you to engage in their judgemental banter.

“No, not yet, didn’t he just arrive yesterday? I’ve been busy running errands for the Papas.” You replied, gesturing to the things in your arms.

“Are those cakes part of your errands?” Sister Lilith asked with a playful little smirk.

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, just a little something for our dear Papas. They always seem to enjoy it when I bring them treats.” You responded cheerfully.

“I think what they enjoy is you always visiting them in their offices.” Sister Ava chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a grin.

“Well,” You started to leave, “I better get these Latin translations to Secondo, you know how he doesn’t like to wait a long ti-”

And that’s when you saw him. Him.

He was an odd man, currently stuttering out a heavy-accented apology for bumping into someone, the stack of papers he was carrying now scattered onto the floor, some sheets of paper still in midair as they floated down.

“Ah, shit..” He mumbled to himself with that cute little accent, kneeling down and scrambling to gather his things. The guy he had bumped into ditched, quickly turning a corner and walking out of sight, leaving the Cardinal to pick up the mess by himself.

The group of sisters erupted into laughter, not even caring that the Cardinal could hear.

“Couldn’t they have gotten anyone better? Seems like they’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel with this choice.” Sister Emily snorted a little too loud, right within earshot of the Cardinal.

Casting an annoyed glance at Emily, you made your way over to the man, much to the surprise of the group of sisters.

You knelt down beside him, beginning to gather some papers together, but the poor Cardinal didn’t even notice you. He looked utterly humiliated, brows furrowed and biting his lip as he inwardly scolded himself for being so clumsy and making a bad first impression.

That’s when you both reached for the same piece of paper, his gloved hand meeting yours. Immediately, his head shot up, eyes widening when he saw you. Oh, Satanas, you. You were a vision, a dream- no, better than a dream. His stupid mind couldn’t dream up something as beautiful as you if he tried his hardest.

With lips parted and cheeks flushed red, the Cardinal stammered out a quiet, “H-hello… Eh.. How do you do?”

You couldn’t help but smile. He was so pitiful and oddly cute, you felt like giving him a hug. Maybe you should? Maybe you would, you know, as a gesture to welcome him to the ministry.

“I’m doing quite good, thank you, Cardinal…?” You trailed off. You had heard his name in anticipation of his arrival, but it was escaping you at the moment.

“Eh? Oh! Copia. I am Cardinal Copia.” He replied, straightening his biretta. “And.. and you are?”

You gave him your name, still with that sweet smile on your face as you studied him. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Il piacere è mio.” Copia murmured.

You decided against the hug. You wouldn’t want to give the poor man a heart attack, now would you? Instead, you opted to place your other hand on top of his, which was still frozen in place touching yours as you had both reached for the same paper. You noticed how he flinched at that, his blush deepening as his wide mismatched eyes gazed into yours.

“Welcome to the abbey, Cardinal Copia.” You said softly. Your voice was like music to his ears.

“Grazie, you too- Ehh, well, I mean-” Copia stammered nervously. Fuck, he could kick himself; he was really blowing this. You must have thought he was a complete idiot, how embarrassing…

“I know what you mean, don’t worry.” You giggled, slightly putting the poor Cardinal’s nerves at ease. “Here, let me help you pick all this up.” You said, beginning to gather the scattered pages once more.

Copia nodded, doing the same, but it didn’t escape you how he stole little glances at you from time to time. He couldn’t help it, you were just so captivating. He’d never seen someone like you before. You simply glowed, you were captivating with your sweet voice, that gorgeous smile, those glimmering eyes, the front locks of your lush hair sticking out of your habit. You were so glamorous, and everything about you was just perfect.

And you couldn’t help but steal your own glances at Copia, catching him fixating his gaze on your glossy lips. A small smirk found its way onto your face, wondering if he was imagining kissing you, or if he was too shy for even thinking about that.

Finally standing up and securing everything in his arms, you opened the pack of cakes and placed one on top of his stack of papers.

“Eh? What’s that for?” The Cardinal asked.

“Just a little treat for you!” You shrugged with a smile.

“Grazie, I.. I love Mix Max..” He let out a sheepish chuckle, and you made a mental note of that so you would remember to stop by his office all the time and bring him some.

“You know, if you ever need any help in your office, or if you need anything brought to you, I’d be more than happy to.” You offered, mindlessly toying with the hem of your dress.

“Si… Perhaps I will take you up on that, Sorella.” Copia nodded. “Grazie così tanto per questo.” He pointed with his nose to the stack of papers in his arms.

“Di niente, Cardinale.” You smiled, holding in a giggle as you watched him awkwardly nod and scurry away, his black cassock swaying with every step.

The group of sisters were absolutely astonished, all staring with wide eyes and jaws dropped. They didn’t exactly know what had just transpired, all looking amongst themselves once you sauntered down the hall and out of sight.

“Did you see the way he was looking at her?!” Mable scoffed, breaking the silence.

“Well can you blame him? She’s so gorgeous.” Ava pointed out, to which Emily rolled her eyes. Emily was always was jealous of you.

“And she’s so kind too! Just watch that weirdo take it the wrong way, though. He’ll probably think she likes him!” Lilith chimed in, earning sounds of agreement and outrage from the other girls.

•𖤐•

The corners of your lips were quirked upwards into a little smirk, eyes shining and hips swaying as you made your way towards Secondo’s office, a little pep in your step. This new Cardinal seemed… fun. And you decided, then, that you wanted him. You really wanted him, with his cute little moustache and his pointy nose and his slightly greying hair. But you also decided that you’d be taking the scenic route; the long way around to get to your final destination which was his bedroom. Poor thing, he didn’t even know what he was in for.

And as you strolled down the halls of the ministry, deep in thought, you supposed that the sisters were right; Copia did kind of look like a rat.

But what a coincidence. You loved rats.

𖤐to be continued𖤐

Taglist: @sucharide @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @rightintheghoulies @copiaswifey @youhaveahomeinmyheart @mister-girl @faeeeeh @rubyserpentine

[bloogers-boogers]

Oh man

If Cain was ever successfully kidnaped from Adam I imagine that it would completely mentally break him. Abandoned by everyone, force fed the forbidden fruit and banished, and then his CHILD gets stolen and he can’t get him back

I think the resulting version of Adam would be MUCH darker and bring new meaning to the term “hell to pay”

On the other hand, maybe Luci will learn something from watching Adam’s love for his son. Maybe he’ll realize he can’t take something like that away and he wants something similar

Very different endings for this story

Dude if Cain were to be taken away, jesus, nothing would bring that eden Adam back 😭 he WOULD make sure they all pay for it and I dunno maybe once Cain finds out about the truth he would try to reason with his dad but Adam is already too lost to care, which will be super sad cause I can picture Lucifer telling Cain stories when he’s a child about how Adam would be this amazing guy who took ‘care’ of him while in the garden. I feel that’s something Lucifer wouldn’t be able to take away from Cain even if he has to say that Adam was just like a babysitter to Cain (cause he wasn’t allowed to tell the truth about what happened in eden or talk about Adam at all bc of Eve).

But behind their backs though... Lucifer would be telling Cain stories about the first man and how nice he was with him when he was a tinsy bitsy baby.

Like. This would be Lucifer’s story to Charlie.

“And then came Eve, made from the rib of Adam.

Both humans fell madly in love. For a long period everything was perfect, peaceful, beautiful. And from that same love flourished a seed into Eve’s womb, and then Cain was born.

However, when Cain was just welcoming life in his heart with curious eyes, an innocent sweet soul oblivious to his parents growing struggles and disagreements. His parents broke apart due to Eve’s will to be free and find new purpose within herself.

Adam was left disappointed, he disagreed with Eve, he refused to support her dreams and was left behind as Eve forced herself out from Adam’s stubborn faith for heaven.”

And this would be Cain’s.

“And then came Eve, made from the rib of Adam.

Both humans fell in love in an instant but the love was not strong, at least not enough for Adam to leave the garden with Eve. Leading Adam and Eve to break up but remaining as friends and partners.

When Adam and Eve were given the news from the angels that Eve was blessed with the child of a miracle granted by the devine magic of heaven, they were enthusiastic for another human.

However, the angels were oblivious to Adam and Eve’s struggles to form a bond. The birth of Cain made both humans team up to raise the baby, this left Eve’s desire to leave the garden to withhold for the time being.

Adam had become a caring and doting figure to Cain, he gave his all for the baby; every ounce of love in his heart was given to the miracle baby, he protected him from anything that could possibly upset or cause harm to Cain. He sang and played with him. The baby adored him and Adam adored him back.

Everything seem to return to its peaceful state in the garden, as Adam and Eve had made a truce for the sake of Cain. But it didn’t last long as for Eve began to feel the emptiness surging in her heart once more when it came to the garden.

Eve grew tired again and the dream of wanting to be set free resurfaced with much more fire, she tried convincing Adam again but this only lead for another argument between the humans. Adam picked the garden over Eve, Adam loved the garden he wanted more than anything but to stay. This left Eve devastated and heartbroken; making the poor woman search for comfort in the arms of Lilith and Lucifer.

Adam took care of Cain until Eve decided in what she’d choose. She chose to flee with Cain outside the garden alongside her friends the angel and first woman. Leaving Adam alone in the garden.”

Adds more to the hell lore and the conflicting feelings Cain would experience when he actually meets Adam and this whole drastically changed man from the stories he’s been told turned out to be a really cold and heartless person.

Zgdksvdowir

But in this au I’m pretty much going to a similar route like the last part you were going with! Like Lucifer falling to realize that Adam isn’t this controlling freak as Lilith would make it seem was, finding Eve’s desires to take Cain from Adam being a little selfish and all that conflicting stuff

Let’s just say… that he falls in love with Adam in the process regardless of the outcome sbelfvwlsnwñw

I’m still trying to figure it out tbh so things would change in this au if I decide to continue it

[heartfeltcherie]

Soft Lucifer idea for you! :)

He's feeling insecure and is afraid his lover will leave him like Lilith. Loving comforts and assurances? ♡

can lillith fight cuz i will

as stated in the show, lucifer has depression. and with depression can come loneliness. and poor luci has been all alone since lillith left him so his little heart is probably in a bunch of tiny pieces (and he’s making lil duckies to cope. he’s so cute omg).

but all of that changes when he meets you. too perfect and ethereal to be in hell, so sweet and delicate like you were hand crafted by heaven itself, you. and oh boy, does he fall. and so do you.

but of course he’s got trauma from his ex (?) wife leaving him. and the one question that goes through your mind is “how could anybody leave him?”

he’s lucfier, for hell’s sake. the king of hell himself. and god, he’s so sweet and handsome and gentle. it’s like holding a tiny lamb in the palm of your hand.

he’s always asking for reassurance, asking if he’s enough for you to make you stay. always asking if he’s worth your while.

and with a gentle kiss to his lips, and his face in your gentle hands as you look into those mesmerizing eyes of his (allowing yourself to get fully lost in them) you tell him,

“lucifer, you’ll always be enough for me. even more so. i’ll never leave you in the dark, my love”

and he replies; “sweetheart, you’re my night light in all the darkness”

[fandomworld9728]

Hiding behind a tree, Lucifer watched as Adam was playing with the ducks. He looked so happy; it made the angel smile. Could you believe it? The first man was brought joy by one of Lucifer's own creations! He even liked the name that Lucifer had given them enough to keep it! 

"Oh, Lucifer! There you are! Come over here!" That smile got bigger once he saw him. It made something warm bloom in his chest. The same warmth that had appeared when they had first met.

"Adam." Flying over, he took a seat next to the first man. "How have you been?"

"Good. Though, it's a little lonely since Lilith doesn't wanna be around me?"

What? That didn't make any sense. Why wouldn't anyone want to be around Adam? He was so curious and full of life. So confident but still so sweet. He was so much fun and never failed to make Lucifer laugh. Maybe he could help them get closer? He didn't want poor Adam to feel lonely. Especially since he couldn't always come to the garden.

"But that's okay, because you're here."

Oh. If that didn't make Lucifer's heart melt, he didn't know what could. "You are such a sweetheart. I wish I could be around more."

[puddingg-writess]

𝙏𝙚𝙖 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚

(Barbatos x gn! MC, flirting, barely any dialogue)

Today was finally one for barbatos days off. diavolo begged barbatos to get out of the castle for a day off. Truly a rare sight. One that he dreaded.

Who else would he go to if he can't go back to his young master side if not lovely MC, his favorite human.

Now you two were in his room while Diavolo was bugging Lucifer. Barbatos just casually poured you both tea, barbatos had known about the little crush you had on him since Diavolos birthday and finding out you were related to Lilith.

Barbatos couldn't help but chuckle as you had a red face just form being alone with him, without anyone other then each other. Watching how you sip your tea silently, he couldn't help but find you cute. The little human, so powerless to his charms.

He couldn't help but fell enamored by you're sweet silence, to him it spoke so much as you fidgeted with your fingers the moment you put the cup down.

He felt a need to get close to you. To touch you. He don't know why but he had too.

He's heard how the brother touch you, treat you. He felt envy bubbling up. He wanted you. He knew it deep in his cold soul. He looked over at you, how you already finished your cup of tea.

'Poor human is nervous'

Barbatos thinks to himself in a sadistic way, he walks behind you and leans down just to whisper.

"Why so red, darling? Nothing to be afraid of"

He could practically feel the heat come off your red face, maybe a day off isn't so bad.

[murkycran]

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Miscellaneous Vox Fic Rec List!

Soooo after a lot of consideration, I decided to make a third rec list. This one will be for miscellaneous fics, which can mean anything from smaller Vox pairings to fics that are not strictly Radiostatic or VoxVal. You'll see what I mean.

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, too, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work or are wrong!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Radiostatic Fic Rec List

Staticmoth Fic Rec List

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Alastor Makes a Porno by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: Alastor interrupts Val and Vox's personal time to get his rut over and done with, and they're just going to have to deal with that.

Basically, Alastor and Val try to have a threesome, but they keep arguing, everyone's injuring each other trying to figure out the logistics, and nobody cares what Vox has to say about any of this.

Notes: This has Staticmoth, Radiostatic, and Valastor. It's not strictly leaning more towards any pairing (tho Val does make a pretty sweet comment at the very beginning about Vox lol), which is why it's going on the Misc List. Porn with an edge of hilarity that - despite the tags - made it pretty funny. Three terrible people being terrible to each other. Vox suffers. Heed the tags.

He's Visual, Alright! by dead_boy

Summary: For Valentines Day, Charlotte Morningstar— Lucifer’s brat— had announced the hotel would be hosting a sweetheart poll, allowing winners to vote for the biggest ‘sweethearts’ in Pentagram City! How adorable!

— Of course, when Angel gets involved, things get a little twisted, and hell treats it as a most-fuckable-celebs poll.

Vox isn’t the only one surprised by how high he scored, and how concerning the amount of votes he received was.

But there was no way in hell this “demand” was enough to make him give into Valentino and Velvet’s newest fixation: Making use of this fame and making Vox do some modelling!

Surely he won’t mind the lingerie and toys provided by Velvet and Valentino respectively, right?

edit march 2024: i can’t believe he just won the hottest hazbin character poll. literally manifested

Notes: Poly Vees. Funny af. Vox suffers, but in a good way. Written BEFORE the hottest HH character poll, can you believe that? Lmao.

stray by vol_ctrl

Summary: How Vox met Vark. ♥

Notes: No ship. Written before season 1 release.

After the Credits Roll by leftofrevolution

Summary: Everyone knew the Magnes sometimes liked to spice up their sex life by dragging another demon into the middle of it.

Vox maybe should have paid more attention to that particular tidbit of information than he did.

Notes: Lilith/Lucifer/Vox. Chapter 1 written before season 1 release, with Chapter 2 being released after season 1 release. I read for the crackship, ended up liking the Lilith/Lucifer/Vox dynamic and world-building a LOT. Lol. Poor Vox. Or good for him? Still has yet to be seen.

The Shopping Cart Test by spappest

Summary: Angel never expected Prince Charming to have a TV for a head, but when Vox kills Valentino and saves him from his abuse, well… Maybe Hell doesn’t have to be all that bad. With Val out of the way, everyone can have a happy ending. Angel’s safe, Charlie’s happy, and even Alastor finds love.

Oh, wait. This is Hell. It’s always that bad.

Notes: Angel/Vox. Started before season 1 release. First Staticdust fic I read. :)

Hold Me Up by Sameko

Summary: Vox has been in and out of a relationship with Valentino for years. Always breaking up. Always coming back.

Then one night comes the definitive crack at the expense of one of Valentino's employees, to which Vox never paid much attention other than for shits and giggles.

One night, one word too many, might be enough to shift the perspectives of two people once strangers to each other.

Notes: Staticdust. Pretty bleak and dark at times, but so, SO good. Two broken people trying not to cut each other with their edges while also trying to help each other.

Cruel Melody by Hiding_Behind_a_Pencil_and_Pen

Summary: A man hopelessly in love with a monster, despite how much it hurts.

A person chained to a beast he can never escape, no matter how hard he tries.

Vox and Angel Dust have given their body and heart to Valentino, and neither know how to free themselves from his lies.

But maybe, even if it never gets better, they won't have to suffer alone.

Or,

What if Husk was just a little too late to get to the bar in episode four? And a certain media Overlord helped Angel instead. They find out that they're not so different after all.

Notes: As of now, I think this is Queerplatonic Staticdust.

Revelations in Technicolor by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Velvette had been dead for six years, part of The Vees for four, and fucking Vox for a little over two. They had a good thing going.

On one of their bi-weekly Vox-mandated movie nights, Valentino put a plan into motion and Velvette learned something new and surprising about her business partner and part-time sugar daddy that made a shocking amount of sense.

It ultimately ended up bringing The Vees closer and if Valentino claimed that was his intention all along, no one had any reason to believe him.

Notes: The Vees are a V and Vox is the hinge, so he's in a relationship with both Valentino and Velvette. Interesting headcanons for Vox's human life. :) (What is the ship name for Velvette/Vox again?)

System Shutdown by Swoolie

Summary: Taking a leaf from Alastor's book, Vox goes on a small break from everything.

He doesn't stick around long enough to see the chaos that ensues after his sudden disappearance.

Notes: This is tagged with both Radiostatic and Staticmoth. It's too early in the story to tell definitively which direction it's going to end up, so for now it's going to be on the Misc list. I'll probably move it when it becomes more clear what the main pairing will be.

Dapple Rose by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Everyone always assumes the same thing about Alastor and Vox's relationship: That it's one-sided, that it's based on fixation, and that the reason for their falling out was due to the obsession turning into something that couldn't be controlled.

All of those assumptions are correct. The only problem is, everyone gets the 'who is obsessing over whom' part of the equation wrong.

When Vox and Valentino end up stuck at the hotel, suddenly the entire relationship between the radio and television is put on display, casting it and Alastor in an entirely different light.

Notes: Tagged with both Radiostatic and Staticmoth. Due to both this and the entire story itself (you'll see what I mean when you read it), it's going here on the Misc List. I freaking love this story, because so far I've not seen another fic where Alastor was obsessed with Vox while Vox was not obsessed with him in return. :3 Everything Penny_Tails writes is gold!

Here I Come by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox contemplates his lackluster life as he stands over the edge of the city.

Or, the fall of Vox, both mentally and physically.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. No ships, just Vox. Heed the tags.

Entertainment for Two by Heliosolar

Summary: With the radio demon joining them for the night, Vox puts on a show the two overlords will never forget.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Staticmoth and Radiostatic, at the same time. 😳

Proposition by Snorp_Lord

Summary: Alastor does not, strictly speaking, have a 'relationship' with the King of Hell. But they certainly have a something.

A something which does not include Vox. But Alastor is at least willing to indulge Lucifer in whatever this new idea is.

The new idea is Vox.

Notes: Contains Radiostatic, Radioapple, and Staticapple, but for this installment, Radiostatic is definitely the focus. Very intense, pretty sweet. 😳 Has 2 more parts in the series which are definitely worth the read, though they don't feature Vox as much.

meteor shower by spoondrifts

Summary: alastor, rosie, vox, and a study in non-traditional love.

Notes: QPR Alastor/Rosie/Vox. Very good! (What's the ship name for this?? Radiostaticrose?? Radiorosestatic?? Roseradiostatic?? Staticradiorose??)

spiraling down thy majesty by spoondrifts

Summary: “Okay, um, time out,” Lucifer said, because he felt like they were maybe losing the plot a little. “I feel like I should remind you that I’m not here because I was like, uh, overwhelmed with lust for you, in particular. I’m here because Husk said you were Alastor’s ex and I have poor impulse control and thought it’d be funny, but I’m realizing now that this is actually just really weird and you, my friend, have some serious issues that I am not equipped to handle.”

Or: Lucifer and Vox have a shared problem that starts with Al and ends in stor and has a in the middle—thankfully, there's a solution! (The solution is sex. It's just sex.)

Notes: Staticapple. Revenge sex. As in...they're both getting revenge on Alastor...using each other. Lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued as I read more)

[daisychainsandbowties]

For the writers block break: Avalil: jacket, shower, flame

(i wanted to go)

Ava writes this later, in the notebook with the birds on it.

(and it wasn’t about how she took my hand and it felt like when you’re holding a match. watching the fire race toward your fingertips, fascinated. i always let it go, until it plunged me into shadow again. burns on my fingertips for years)

(i wanted to go)

Ava is so good at begging the question, flicking her tongue out to taste the cigarette-scent of this untidy kitchen. Neons overhead picking up the bulge of condensation on a beer bottle. she is thinking, in fact, about another kitchen. another beer bottle. last night the girl who said she was a vampire had it balanced at the very edge of the table. 

this amused her. 

she is conscious, in her kitchen, that already this story begs the question. why? why go home with something impossible?

because i wanted to

but why, Ava? why did you want to? 

(because some burnings)

she writes so carefully now, with a sweet ache in her skin and her hands, poor physicians, disturbing the scabs on her neck, her wrist, underneath the slant of her ribs. 

(are beautiful)

god, shut up. 

because i wanted to.

her, specifically. to fuck her or to know her. to irritate her pretty mouth with the taste of cheap cigarettes. 

the page takes her lies like a good lover takes the width of all the useful parts of your body and her handwriting has gone scratchy. It is an overeager wound. 

And so what, if it was lurid? 

how a tongue in a mouth opens it in a shape that you can never measure. Ava, then, is thinking of her mouth (their mouths, both of them) and not about shaping her g’s or her l’s or her b’s the way she taught herself.

(maybe she is more honest like this, unrecognisable to herself)

you can see dead things in mirrors. She knows this now; has watched certain hands tilting the blade of a butter knife this way and that. a mouth concealed inside the metal, a flash of strange irises. 

and later, as the sound of the tape running and running – a companion to their punctuated silence - echoed through that dim-lit flat on that very forgettable street, Ava remembers seeing herself in a mirror.

a dead thing behind her, inside her, watching the shape of her mouth. Watching both of them, in the mirror and alive in all the ways that are tangible. Touch and taste and the helpless sounds you make when there is no difference, for a while, between you and the girl inside you.

“Don’t be afraid,” she’d said. Ava sitting at the kitchen table with an unlit cigarette in the palm of her hand. “Just start the tape.”

she isn’t troubled by tenses today. Everything feels like it’s happening to her again. the good parts and the terrible ones.

ava leaning forward, small hands outspread on the cheap tabletop. she can feel splinters teasing at her palms like the tips of tongues. a glass of something amber and expensive there between them – (unclear who it belongs to, but when ava takes a sip the thing, creature, monster opposite her grins and takes a sip on the exact opposite rim. It’s as if they’re playing chess, or kissing)

(not yet)

the sound of the tape, winding their words into something she can touch later (now, here, in the quiet aching after) and ava tasting fear in the back of her throat like another fluid entirely.

inelegantly, because it was all she knew, she’d tilted her head half-disbelieving, still. they were drunk and this girl was pretty in a dangerous sort of way (Ava thought, for example, that Lilith would hurt her if she asked) and so Ava felt willing to play this game where she pretended to believe in vampires.

“so…” she’d spoken into the sudden silence and into her little tape recorder, sitting next to the glass of something on the table. “how did you die?”

“badly”

this is how it begins

….

this is how it ends

“i used to be afraid of water,” she says this softly into that space between them. it feels like a third body made of shadow, hand forming a dark blot at lilith’s throat. can she see in the dark? – ava wonders. ava is not worried – her eyes are near-luminous now, snatching every stray bit of light that tries to dart over her shoulders.

the hallway door yawns open and ava feels more naked for it. that shape behind Lilith’s back that admits to light. the shower doors are fogging up now as lilith dips her head tentatively beneath the flow of water, letting it dance across her ears and down her throat. over her chest.

ava is not worried but she is still too afraid to do what she wants, watching the stream of water (and not me) take lilith’s nipple in its mouth.

Ava brushes her thumbs over the band of Lilith’s soaking boxers, following a line of muscle to the peak of hipbone above it. all of her miraculously unscarred. “i keep thinking about what they did to you.”

she pushes the words out between them like a paper boat on a real river. the kind you make almost especially to watch them sink.

a noise above her, low in lilith’s throat, and a soft exhale. “they only painted me, Ava.”

but there’s evidence in the room behind them. a stack of tapes placed clumsily on the kitchen counter, next to a half-empty pot of coffee. the way Lilith had spoken that part of her life mostly to the ceiling so ava worried the tape recorder would never pick it all up.

hot wax... they wanted me to be as close to the thing itself as possible…

her smile (sad, ava would have written in the margins of her notes if she were sober enough to take any) when she looked back down at ava. took another sip from the glass. her hands did not shake when she put it down but by then (i did.) ava believed her.

that she was-

“ironic, don’t you think?” as the glass went back to its circle of condensation on the table. “that I, in imitating Icarus, felt hot wax on my skin just as he must have?”

“i don’t think Icarus was real.”

she liked how lilith laughed at that. it gave her a moment to let the shock of everything she’d heard slip through her ribcage like a knife. how they’d bought her, hundreds of years ago, and what she remembers of the world.

“a series of closed doors, mostly. the scent of linseed. holding still for hours and hours. mostly i never saw the paintings – i have only seen most of them now, that were not lost during the Great War and the second one, after – but i did once or twice see the originals. fresh.”

she’d drifted to the bookcase and taken down a set of prints in a Filofax, taken a few of them out for ava to look at. the girl in those pictures looked different – very slender. “i was not a vampire yet. they used me first, until time threatened to make me…” she’d trailed off.

cleared her throat a moment later, “well, as you can see they made me very light-skinned here. and my face is not entirely the same. i was an object, to them, so i had no looking glass to see myself. for years, a glimpse of this was all i knew about my own face.”

she’d looked on as ava moved through the postcard-size copies, occasionally commenting on how, in one painting, she’d been almost blinded by the paint they used to imitate shadow falling across her eyes – “the room they chose to paint in that month was airy, you see. too much light and the wrong kind of shadows at night, apparently. i’m not sure what was in the paint, but it made all the skin around my eyes bleed and i could not see much beyond my own hand for days.”

she’d explained a little then about gender and time, and ava tired not to linger too much on the paintings, flicking through them as each new and slightly-alien version of lilith appeared. sometimes they only lightened her skin, but other paintings warped her features and kept only the too-thin slantlines of her body.

“you’re rushing.”

“i…” she’d put them down on the table very carefully, as though handling pottery and not cheap postcards lilith probably bought for a euro each in some distant city. dusk falling in places she had known variously, over time. “does it not bother you, at all?”

frowning. “no?”

“what they did to you- it… people go and think of it as art. they call it that.”

Lilith shook her head, and ava could see notes of her now in the paintings. a certain slanting of her jaw and how it held emotion tightly inside the crook of itself. not that ava knew her at all, of course, beyond one night in a bar. one ride home on the back of lilith’s motorbike, feeling the heat of her through leather and the scent of old cigarette smoke inside lilith’s spare helmet. of someone else’s perfume in the motorcycle jacket she insisted ava wear. “i have tried making skin-to-skin contact with asphalt at high speeds. you will not enjoy it.”

“i like this lie of yours.” ava, with the feeling you get when you are just shy of drunk. the sky seemed wider and darker than usual. “it’s like… elaborate, or something. does it work on other girls?”

“often enough.” lilith’s long fingers on the shiny surface of the spare helmet. it was plain and black and ava contrived, on the short ride to lilith’s shabby apartment, to put one of her bird stickers on the side of it. lifting her hand from around lilith’s waist for a second only to feel her vicelike grip putting ava right back where she came from.

she watched, transfixed, as lilith reached across to snatch the little postcards out of her hands. the one of Icarus she had described – where they glued pretend wings to her shoulder blades with hot wax so she could look convincingly angelic and doomed – was not among them.

her lips pursed – they were not bruised, though ava had pressed all her strength into them back at the bar. dizzy with it, her, and the slight copper taste to her mouth. alcohol hid the truth only slightly.

“this,” she flipped one of the paintings onto the table. tape running between them. “it is art, no matter where it came from. or did you think it was all bloodless, all the time?”

as though to punctuate this, her amber eyes darted up to find ava’s. they seemed deep and liquid. livid things that made ava shiver. “what about the rest of it? the fact that-”

“i am a girl now?” her laugh was soft, strange. wistful. “no one has painted me in 400 years, you know? this child is someone else. you imagine vampires as though death stopped us, but we’re still alive. we are not frozen like glass. so long as there is blood in our veins and not too much light in the world, we live and we can be changed.”

the tapes – fragile things made of film and plastic now laced with lilith’s halting voice, had placed a little girl on the docks of some city that might not exist anymore, now. swallowed by time or changed by it. lilith (“that wasn’t my name, then.”) in bare feet, squinting at sunlight. fingers in her mouth to check the condition of her teeth.

at the table in her loose shirt, her jeans and her hair now loose around her shoulders. ava could hardly make the two images match. she was also afraid, somewhere.

of all the blood it had taken to bring lilith here.

the girl in question leaned back, pulling another cigarette from her pocket, instead of from the open pack on the table. she lit it, then, with a click of her fingers – and ava jumped almost out of her seat.

“fuck”

“this surprises you?” a raised eyebrow and lilith was, is unfairly beautiful. she is centuries wrapped in skin and now that she is not pretending to pretend ava can see how the first sharp hit of weed makes her incisors grow down to trouble her bottom lip.

they catch the light. ava didn’t think they would.

“I’m going to make coffee,” she blurted. trying to look away from the glow at the end of lilith’s cigarette. the room was not very well-lit and the windows were papered in old newssheets. one of them, Ava saw from the corner of her eye as she stood and moved unsteadily into the kitchen, was from the day they shot JFK.

i guess nothing is sacred, to a vampire.

she stole a cigarette, first, putting it between her teeth as she hunted mugs (plural, to be polite) and filters and a bag of coffee pinched shut with a paperclip. as the machine made agonised noises, Ava followed muscle memory to the stove, twisting the gas knob with the cigarette still between her teeth.

nothing.

“um, lilith?”

“yes?” the vampire in question sat watching. the very vision of calm.

“your stove is fucked.”

“I don’t have it hooked up since, well… i don’t use it.”

blood. right. not exactly the sort of thing you heat up on the stove. especially if you’re a vampire, according to lilith’s horrible descriptions. ava hated (and tingled oddly at the thought) of how lilith had sat playing with her own fingers as she talked about the taste of blood – “indescribable, really. it tastes like blood, but from the perspective of a mouth to which blood is life itself.”

of running through streets – in war, in famine, during sieges when the night sky reflected only fire. lilith and her coven (“all dead now, sadly. or, well, i am not very sad about it”) crashing aristocrat parties in the 50s. in Paris, “she wore all her battle scars, that city. and the women were so pretty and so sad.”

she described it all like poetry. the flow of blood from mouth to mouth in the odd incestuous thing that is a coven. how people taste different – rich or bland or too much iron. fatty blood running fast into her mouth, or slow blood you have to suck when the heartbeat starts running out.

but vampires do not eat the dead. it made things a dance. slow-torture meals with victims sitting variously restrained (by broken bones, by pain, by fear) on their pretty little sofas. hot quick kills up against the wall of an alley.

“does it feel like murder?”

a delicate shrug, and halfway through their conversation ava thinks she can tell when lilith lies. “does it feel like that to you when you bite into a chicken leg? or do you not eat meat, little bird?”

so no stove. cool.

ava stares at her cigarette until lilith’s fingers – click – draw her eyes back to that side of the room. “i do have a lighter, ava.”

and there, her name is in the room. in lilith’s mouth like she is trying the taste of it.

“also this.” ava is too dazzled by the sudden dance of flame on the end of her cigarette to see the motion lilith makes, but she hears a second click resound through the room. odd acoustics with all that newspaper blocking the glass.

something off, but ava can’t quite describe what it is. “i though fire was one of the things that can kill you?”

“your point?”

ava poured out two cups of coffee and yes, her hands shook. tapping ash into the tray on the countertop (they were everywhere, in every room. it didn’t seem like lilith’s sort of handiwork, but ava can deal with being skin on the side. she didn’t want to dwell on who else might live here)

(what else)

Ava carried the coffees back to the table. words a little garbled with the cigarette pinched between her teeth. “doesn’t it seem weird that you can make fire when it’s also dangerous to you?”

“you can be killed with fire, ava.”

she sat down, “okay but I can’t, like, summon it with my bare hands.”

“true.” lilith sipped at her coffee. though, from what ava knew, it tasted absolutely indifferent to her. those fangs had disappeared again, but she still had a joint dangling from her fingers. burning away. “i don’t know why we can make flame, really. something to do with hellfire?”

ava couldn’t tell if she was joking. didn’t ask, then, and didn’t ask when lilith let slip in the hot wet dark later that she was more afraid of water. or had been, or was.

she couldn’t tell.

only that it was the middle of the night, and tomorrow lilith would probably be gone. vanished along with this hardly-used apartment sitting vacant under some invented name.

ava was clinging to it by her fingertips. this, and-

(i wanted to go)

she writes this later. it is the only part of the story that is definitely true.

(this is how it ends)

“don’t you worry about it?” Ava looks up, and water from the showerhead scatters onto her lower jaw and she thinks, again, of the livid shape of Lilith, in the dark which is where Ava thinks she belongs – and also here, with her heavy warm weight pressing them both beneath the flow of hot water.

“worry about what?”

“hellfire?” ava chose that moment – perhaps poorly – to dart a look up at Lilith’s face. away from her cock but ghosting one hand closer to it.

she feels lilith move closer. there are still secrets between them but little else, now. lilith gasps as ava touches her, takes her in one hand and coaxes lilith down to kiss her with the other. she tastes like blood very faintly. by the time they are done she will taste of Ava’s blood.

(but not yet)

Ava gasps as lilith draws a line through her centre, gathering her onto her long fingers. soaking her as the water flows over her shoulders. there is steam everywhere.

“no,” she whispers, her lips drifting down to ava’s neck.