#protective Lucifer

[yorsue-dolly]

"You have to try harder than that next time, Old pal~"

He tried but ...

Poor vox

[shapard]

Sun and Moon 🌙

Lucifer x bunny!sinner!reader

No one dares to harm his little bunny

When I pre-read the chapter I accidentally read Sailor Moon instead of "Sun and Moon." Got me confused for a second💀

Soft Lucifer, Violence

You didn’t know how lucky you got when you started to date Lucifer. 

His outgoing nature was so attractive to you. He was a complete contrast to your personality. He is an extrovert, and you are a complete introvert.

He liked meeting new people while you enjoy staying in his garden. He planted your favorite plants in this garden.

You cured his depression with every smile you gifted him. Sometimes Lucifer even spends time with you in the garden. Either on a picnic date or doing gardening.

Even though Lucifer could easily get gardeners to do that job, he couldn't resist how much fun you actually had. When a new flower started to grow you pulled him towards the little sprout.

You're so cute and innocent. How did you even get into hell?

You two loved the peace when you’re alone, no words need to be spoken. Just you two under the red galaxy in pentagram city. 

In the winter Lucifer holds you close to his body as his wings cover the areas his body can’t hold.

Lucifer was madly in love with you.

How soft you spoken and how shy you were in other presence. Meanwhile in his presence you were hyperactive.

You showed him all kinds of things you drew and painted for him. Lucifer was so proud of you. 

Ever since he found you in some bush, completely hurt and bruises scattered all over your body. 

Your little bunny ears dropped in fear when you saw Lucifer approaching you. Your little tail twitched when you saw the juicy red apple in his hand.

You wanted to run off, but the apple smelled so divine and good.

You quickly snatched the Apple out of his hand and ate it in silent, your eyes never left his figure. The juice of the apple is melting on your tastebuds, and you sigh in pleasure. 

This Apple taste amazing. 

Lucifer chuckled at your antics. A blush creeped on your cheek and your ears covered your face.

How embarrassing the moment was for you, for Lucifer it was the cutest thing alife.

 

You sat down on his couch and hissed when the alcohol pad touched your open cuts. “Why were you in the bush anyways?” Lucifer giggled at the flashbacks how you sat there in the mud.

“There were some shark guys. They didn’t stop following me and I was so scared… I don’t even know where I am nor why I’m here.” Your ears sunk a bit and Lucifer regrets bringing such a sensitive topic up. 

You've changed so much and grown fond of him. And that’s where everything begins. 

Lucifer started to make a little bunny that looked just like you. A quick reminder of his cute little bunny girlfriend that awaits him after work.

He lets you stay in his estate to protect you at every cost. You were too adorable to not care about you.

He just loved how your tail wagged when he showed you some of his newer ducks that were inspired by your art.

The walls in his empty and cold mansion started to fill with your paintings. The old pictures of him and Lilith were slowly replaced by your art.

But one day changed everything about your relationship.

Your blood dripped down on the cold surface. The laughs from the shark guys were terrifying. You were scared out of your mind. 

Your phone dropped in front of you, Lucifer contacts are complete on display. “Call your little lover boy.” You shook your head desperately. 'No.'

Lucifer was always helping you out no matter what. You don’t want to be a burden for him, but you found yourself always in trouble. You wanted to cry and disappear.

Meanwhile in the Morningstar estate Lucifer was going crazy.

He was having a phenomenal day with his daughter and when he came back. 

You were gone. 

All that was left was a fur ball of your h/c hair and a little note. The note burned down in his palm as he read through it.

The sharks kidnapped his precious little bunny. His wings sprung free and glides through the air like a knife through butter. 

He couldn’t keep himself from punching into the shark men till they were a puddle of bloody meat. 

He threw your numb body over his shoulder and flew outside, leaving the burning building behind him.

After that event your social anxiety only grew. Lucifer encouraged you to be more social, but it cost more pain than relief.

So instead he gifted you a high quality camera for a new hobby you wanted to explore a long time ago.

Photography.

How couldn't he give in when you looked so excited talking about stuff you wanted.

He left the whole pentagram knowing that no one would lay a finger on them.

No one dares to touch his precious bunny.

A/n: I couldn't help myself not to share this.

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[devildomwriter]

“In general, there are all sorts of reasons why one might ask someone else to dance. For example, they might be interested in them, they might want to touch them, or they might simply be doing it out of politeness. Or it could be because they want to have a private conversation. What is it you’re plotting with Asmo?”

“…!”

“Let me make one thing clear: I respect my brothers’ freedom to do as they wish. However, if I ever sense that you’ve become a threat to either Diavolo or us… …then I will show you absolutely no mercy. Understood?”

— Lucifer and MC (Chapter 8-8)

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

So, an AU that will make you furious and feel sad for Adam.

It’s beginning is that classic “Adam fell and Steve found him and took him in when he was at his lowest” situation. But it gets worse than an abuse story if it’s possible.

Slowly, Steve got Adam to sell him his soul, saying he could protect him even more easily if he did and it was something he could take back. (It wasn’t.)

Adam thought Steve was offering this because he loved him. And he didn’t read the contract carefully enough cause he trusted Steve.

So he didn’t knew who else he was selling his soul to.

Valentino. In a way.

Steve works for him in this, like a second in command or something like that. Any soul he gets automatically goes under Val’s control.

Steve asked Adam if he could help him in work one day, right after he sold his soul. And Adam accepted, a little worried but still cool with it.

Until they knocked him out the moment he stepped in the studio.

He woke up in a glass cage, his hands, legs and somehow wings cuffed.

Valentino and Steve were outside, talking where they could put the cage.

Adam began screaming of course, demanding to know what the fuck was happening.

So they tell him what the fuck is happening and is going to happen.

Adam was going to be staying in that cage for a long time. He’ll be a renteable slut for people to fuck.

He obviously refused, still not believing this was happening. But Valentino laughed and shoved the contract on his face. He ‘agreed’ for this.

Dw Lucifer will save him.

Oh what if Angel tells Lucifer about it? Because yeah Adam is a jerk, but NO ONE deserves to be a sex slave.

Especially to Val.

Lucifer saves him, but Adam did experience some of the torture..... He broke the contract between Adam, Steve and Val. He's the only being that can break soul contracts.

It takes Adam a while to come around......

[bumblebee-chimera]

We need more “lucifer saving/defending/protecting alastor” pls pls pls pls

[talesfromawannabewriter]

One of the hotels new residents sees the king making goo goo eyes at Adam who is sitting at the bar eating a meatball sub and talking to Angel.

Sinner: I seriously don’t understand what you see in that fat ass?

Lucifer doesn’t respond and continues admiring from afar.

Sinner: Don’t have the guts to respond huh?

Lucifer remains still.

Sinner: No passionate defense for your little piggy huh?

Suddenly Adam gets up and heads to the bathroom. With that Lucifer spins his head around the sinner and with a splitting grin grabs him by the throat.

Lucifer: BREAK TIME!

He then proceeded to throw him straight into the ground. Head going down first. Hopefully crushing his skull.

[bloodmoon24]

applemedia incorrect quotes perhaps? (w/ some electroswing bois in the mix)

N: Awww, you three are so cute together

Feedback: But quick question though, why are they grabbing you like that?

It shows Vox sitting in between Alastor and Lucifer with both their hands clenching onto Vox’s arms as they glare daggers at the other

Vox: One’s protective and one’s possessive. Take a guess who’s what

N: Huh. I think Uzi does this with me one time

[ask-adamsapple66]

Adam: Very. Scale one to ten? Twelve. You can ask Steve, I'm sure his eyes have grown back by now.

[roselemari]

Imagine this:

For the past few weeks, Alastor's attention has been on Charlie. Granted, he's only doing it to get under Lucifer's skin; however, Niffty begins to feel…..neglected. Lucifer takes notice and asks what's wrong, resulting in her crying in his arms, all while explaining why she's upset. Niffty ends up falling asleep with Lucifer holding her. Later, Alastor makes an appearance, takes notice of the situation, asks what is going on, and tries to take Niffty, but Lucifer is in protective mode, so he doesn't let him and then tells him that Niffty has been feeling overlooked by him. Alastor is speechless, which gives Lucifer the opportunity to say, "Instead of trying to steal my daughter, why don't you focus on the one you already have? "

[shapard]

Demons (Pt. 2)

Lucifer x fem!nun!reader

A/n: Here is Part 2!!!

Mating circle, NSFW, Nudity, P in V, Smut, mention of breeding

Part 1 < Part 2

As time passed and you grew more accustomed with your new body. You started to feel sick. 

Your body started to grow hot, and you began to sweat uncontrollable. After some days lewd thoughts made your mind spin and your abdomen clenched around nothing. 

Today you couldn’t even get out of bed. it was too hard. Your head burned through your scalp like acid. Your muscles ache every time you tried to move.

Instead of resting you start with your morning prayer. This time to Lucifer, hoping he’d come and explain what is happening with you. 

You thought sinners can't really fall sick. The pain in every part of your body proves this theory wrong. Or so you thought.

You opened one of your eyes and gazed to the sparkling noise. A golden portal opened, and Lucifer stepped into your apartment. You stood up abruptly. Your head started to spin uncontrollably. To help yourself you reached for the near wall, but it was too far.

Your stomach cramps and you almost vomit at the sudden pressure. The spinning only got worse every second. With a loud sigh you collapsed onto the floor and everything around you turned black. 

....

A wet towel was pressed onto your forehead, and you sigh in content. Lucifer chuckled as he watched the smile forming on your face.

Lucifer doesn’t want to admit it but when he saw you passing out, he got scared for a second.

The way your Apartment was full of those pheromones that made him go mad wasn't helping. His legs wobbled under him and he started to feel like he was on jelly.

But you are his top priority. The pheromones that escaped your body, he could survive this.

Lucifer knew this would happen. When he smelled it, you would start your heat soon. The smell was all over you. Being a hybrid has his highs and lows. 

When he got this one addictive whiff, he wanted to know how you may feel around him. He shakes his head, hoping these thoughts would escape. 

Your breathing was hard, and you clenched your thighs together to get some relief. The cold water was loosing it effects, and your vision grew hazier. 

“Oh lord what is happening with me?” You asked. It was uncomfortable how your body craved something inside of you. You never wanted to do those lewd things. Never. But you couldn’t control your mind nor body.

“You’re in heat.” Lucifer answered for you, and you looked up to him. “What is a heat?” Lucifer laid the water towel away from your forehead and dipped it into the cold-water bowl. “It’s a time in the month where you want to find a mate and breed? If I remember correctly. It’s quite common for sinner hybrids.” 

You groaned as he said breed. You felt disgusting for being turned on by the way he said it. Getting breed by him doesn’t sound that bad though. You shake your head furiously. ‘No Y/n. You’re a nun for a reason.’

You whimpered when Lucifer accidently brushed thigh. “Please.” You don’t know what came over you but the pain between your legs only grew and grew.

You needed help and maybe Lucifer could? With his magic perhaps? 

“My Lord Lucifer. Can you help me to get rid of this?” red blush creeped all over his face he turned towards you and rubbed his neck nervously. “Erm… Can you repeat that?”

Lucifer thought he wasn’t hearing correct. A hybrid nun wants his help with her heat from him. 

The pain only increased, and you breast started to swell more and more. “Help me Lucifer,” You groaned when your hole clenched around nothing, “please~.” Lucifer gulped down the knot that built in his throat. “I could help you sweetheart. But it comes with a price, are you willing to accept?” You nod furiously. You couldn’t care less about the price, this growing pain and built-up pressure needs to disappear.

If God could see what you're doing and what you're about to do with his son. God have Mercy on your soul.

Your head was cloudy and you couldn't think straight. You need something or someone. And Lucifer was there for you. Being social never was your thing, yet after years and years of only serving the Lord in the cathedral you kind of missed it.

Lucifer laid the towel back into the bowl. He crawled on top of you and stroked your waist. “It’s been a little while. So, I’m a bit rusty.” You tail swayed from excitement and your ears twitched to hear every noise he makes. The way his body pressed into yours was making your body much hotter. 

To relief some of the pain you pressed your heat onto Lucifer. Lucifers breathed hitched. He can’t believe he is doing this right now. You, the nun who served his father this long now trapped between his arms. 

Lucifer’s breathing rigged as he felt your heat vibrated against his and he lets out a brief growl. 

Lucifer watched you ever since you started to dig more information about him. He enjoyed as you started to convert to him and his beliefs. You didn’t even realize that you did. 

Your whine pulled him back at the situation that is happening. Your legs moved behind his legs, and he did nothing to stop you. With a hard press on his waist with your legs you feel his erection twitching on your clothed slit. “Fuck.” Lucifer huffed. You are driving him mad. 

He tried so hard not to fall in your warm hands. Yet the moment you stretched them out he fell right into them.

You started to hump his hips dry. Lucifer groaned as you moved onto his clothes shaft. He knows this is wrong. Using your body in such a weak state, in heat. 

He never stopped, neither did you. 

His fingers brushed down from your stomach to your pants. You sigh in content and raise your hip to meet his finger faster. When Lucifer started to circle your clit, you let out a long moan. But it wasn’t enough. No. You need him. You need his dick now and not later. 

“Lucifer.” He hummed, too stunned to speak. His body shook at the loss of control. He is losing against his wild thoughts. “I need you.” Lucifers finger rubbed at your entrance and soon enter.

Not enough. 

“No,” Lucifer stopped all he was doing and looked up to you, “I need you. I need you inside.” Lucifers eyes widen when you tug at his pants. “You’re playing with fire, darling.” Lucifer warned. But you don’t care. This pain and ache can only be fixed by him.

It’s what your mind is screaming at you, the only thought that was clear. The other part of your rational thinking was hazy. Not thinking about any consequences. 

“I don’t care, Lu.” Lucifer shuddered above you. The way you said his name was spreading a warmth in his whole body. Only fueling the fire, you started ignite. 

“Don’t you know that fire can burn you.” He stroked the strand that fell on your face back behind your ear. “Then let’s burn together.” Lucifers pants flew across the room and the rest of your clothes followed, till you two were naked.

“Are you sure?” He asked lowly in your ear, and you nod. “Destroy me.” You whispered into his ear. Lucifer breathed in heavy. He runs his shaft on your entrance up and down, coating his tip with his and your pre cum. Without any warning he entered slow, and you moaned at the sensation of being filled. 

Lucifer moved out and back in and with the next thrust he went deeper and deeper. Your whole body sang in content of finally being full.

God, you forgot how good sex is. 

Lucifers hands moved behind your head, and he pulls you into a Kiss. His thrust became more violent. His mouth left your as he explores your body with it. Bite marks and hickeys litter your body. You two switched position, your ass was in the air and your head pressed on the pillow. 

Lucifers dick was bullying in and out of you and his hand slapped against your booty cheek. A whine escaped you. Heavy breaths and skin slapping filled the apartment, and it smells like sex. Lucifers hand softly rubbed the red area on your booty cheek. The moans and groans grew on volume as you two reached your climax. 

The air was knocked out of you when Lucifer turned your body around. He wants to see your face when you two finish. 

“Bite me.” 

The sudden request flew out of your mouth like butter. Without any explanation Lucifer already knew what you mean. You want to mate completely with him.

You gasp when Lucifers teeth pierced through the skin between your shoulder and neck. For a second you only saw white. Lucifer groans your name, and you knew you two would cum any second.

Lucifer was ready to pull out, but you grabbed his hand, and he intertwined them. “Inside.” You breathed and he complies. 

....

You breathed in as you laid naked, exhausted, and covered in bite marks. “You’ll get me this meeting, right?” You turned around and watched how Lucifer puts on his shirt as he gazed at you with his glowing red eyes. He laughed bitterly as he buttons up his shirt. 

“Well… How can I say it correctly,” Lucifer tapped his claw on his jaw thinking about the correct sentence. “You’ll never leave me.” Frantically you sprung up. 

What? 

“What do you mean, your majesty?” Your eyes buried a hole in his head, yet Lucifer didn’t care. “We two are mated dummy. The heat will return in a few hours, maybe minutes. You can’t leave me nor can I.” 

This was a stupid Idea you two thought.

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A/n: I Apologie for not posting much! The past das were not the best and very rough🫡. Hope you enjoyed<3

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Betrayal Beyond Repair pt 3

(Final part of this story, I hope you've all enjoyed it so far. CW mention of rape, violence, and fire)

Emily continued to get used to her new home, it was still hard to accept but she was doing better. Her body had healed up enough for her to start going out. So the group would often spend their outings going shopping. Buying new clothes and things for her room, and in return she would help around the hotel. Cleaning, cooking as well as anything else that needed to be done.

She had done away with her heavenly princess attire by now, dressing in much darker clothes most times. Her halo had disappeared and changed into two small floating horns. The ends of her hair had blackened, as did the color of her forearms to her fingertips, while her wings had disappeared. It took some adjusting but she was starting to enjoy her time with everyone.

It was a late night, Emily had been convinced by Cherri and the others to go to an arcade and bar. They could respect that Emily wasn’t a big drinker but she wasn’t going to pass up on going to an arcade. No one in the bar seemed to notice or care that Emily was there which was good. She spent most of her time playing the games. Of course she tried a drink here or there, but nothing extreme. Just as she sat down with her collection of tickets she could use to buy a soda Cherri sat beside her.

“How ya doing girl? You look like ya havn’ fun!” Emily nodded showing her her bucket of tickets.

“Oh yeah I got a whole lot of these, gonna see if I can get the big plush up there by the end.” “That’s awesome! Ah say, you know Sirpentious right?” Emily nodded as she sipped on her drink.

“How’s he doing by the way? I know its been a bit since ya been up there but, I still wanna know.” “Oh he’s doing great, he told me so much about you, he hardly talks about much else beside you, his inventions and his lil egg boys.” “That’s good, I hope he’s okay now, i know its not easy for him to talk with new people.” “Yeah, honestly if I hadn’t befriended him, I wouldn’t be here. I’d probably be dead, I hope they don’t hurt him.” That made Cherri pause

“Wait what?” Emily smiled sheepishly trying to brush it off.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to get all serious on you, what I meant was he’s a real nice guy.” “No no, back it up, what happened, I know ya got kicked off the cloud n all but, what’s that gotta do with my lil snake?” Emily sighed and explained everything.

“Sirpentious and I became great friends and he’d tell me all about this place, and I’d talk about how I wanted to help with redemption ya know. Of course we’d talk about much more casual things but, Sera didn’t like that I was spending any time around him. He gave me directions on how to get through the pride ring safely for ‘just in case’ purposes….He also told me to tell you that he misses you.” Cherri looked wide eyed at Emily and smiled downing her drink.

“Well they better not hurt him, he ain’t done nothing and neither did you.”

Angel came running over to the girls holding his phone.

“We gotta get outta here now!” “What, why, Angie, what's wrong? Did that freaky moth find ya?” Asked Cherri Nonchalantly, Angel grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the stool along with emily.

“No, worse. I’ll explain outside but we have to get outta here!” Cherri knew the ex mafia man was serious when he said ‘worse’, hustling out of the bar Angel started going what he knew as the back way.

“We gotta get to the hotel now!” “The fuck is happening, Angie? Why are we going this route?” “Some exorcists are attacking the hotel!” “WHAT!?!” Emily and Cherri yelled out in unison.

“Yeah I got a weird text from Nifty say’n ‘the angels are back for revenge’. She sent me a picture too” He flashed his phone showing a picture of a guild of exorcists turning the place upside down. This had them all hurrying their pace.

“Why in Satan’s left nut sack are they back for? Is it bc lil bug killed their leader and Vaggie cut off that one bitch’s arm?” “I don’t know but it ain’t good!”

The closer they got the louder the noise got and the more worried they became wondering why the exorcists were here. It had only been a few months since their last extermination unless they were doing it early again! When they arrived they went in through the back way since exorcists were most likely blocking the main entrance. The ground shook like a war zone, yelling, crashing, screams, and much more echoed through the lot.

Making their way inside everything was a mess, furniture being thrown left and right or being used as a barricade. Charlie, Alastor and Vaggie seemed to be manning down the fight, more of the angels were down than demons. This didn’t stop Cherri from throwing one of her bombs to grant the three a distraction long enough to regroup. The bomb sent many of the angels flying back. Just out of the corner of her eye Emily saw an exorcist grab Nifty. She didn’t know what did it but something in her snapped. Without a second thought her sword materialized into her hands and she charged! Impaling the angel, right through the stomach. A dark purple aura that erupted into an inferno as she yelled out.

“LET GO OF MY FRIENDS!” The demons in the room looked over in shock, the floating horns grew larger, her eyes turned completely violet, the eye at the center of her chest changed to reflect the fire. Her nails sharpened while her body turned almost ghost-like translucent. Her shirt ripped open revealing a stomach mouth which had multiple sharp teeth. Her screams were that of a banshee. Pulling her sword out of the now dead exorcists she turned to the others who survived the blast and growled out.

“WHO THE FUCK IS NEXT?!”

Many of the angels seemed to back down as she stepped towards them. The only one to approach was Lute, new arm and all.

“Come with us.” The lieutenant demanded, Emily sneered at her, readjusting her grip on her sword.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” “I’ve been sent down here with orders to bring you back. Now come with us.” “From who?” “Sera” “No fucking way I believe that shit, if she wants me that bitch can come down herself.” “Don’t you wanna see your sister? Anyone would jump at the chance for this. She wants to see you,” At first Emily’s eyes softened, she still missed her sister, she missed her old life. She wanted to believe this was her chance.

“Now come on, she’s waiting for you. And I know damn well you don’t really wanna be stuck down here with these freaks. They’ve already infected your mind and we don’t need you falling into their hands anymore than you already have.” This seemed to tick Emily off, she readjusted her grip on her sword as her expression went cold.

“If my sister loved me shouldn’t have put me down here in the first place. And these ‘freaks’ have been much kinder than any of you or the others up in heaven have ever been.” The more she talked the brighter the fire burnered, trails of it slithered towards the silver haired leader making her step back.

“Go tell that traitor that if she wants me back she’d better beg on her knees herself.” Emily finished by holding the tip of her sword towards Lute’s neck. Lute called off the group and they retreated back to the skies once again. As they left Emily began to calm down, going back to her ‘original’ form and looking around at the damage.

“They caused all this trouble just to get me back?” “Yeah they did” Replied Vaggie as she carefully approached, Emily pushed back her hair as the adrenaline began to fade and her emotions mixed.

“I’m so sorry. You guys didn’t need to be dragged into this, you just got this place fixed up.” She apologized, while the others gathered themselves.

“It's alright, you didn’t know they’d do that. But wow I didn’t know you could do that, Em!” Charlie exclaimed proudly, Emily huffed as the fire dimmed and had extinguished itself.

“I didn’t either, something inside me snapped I guess.” Without missing a beat Lucifer came flying in.

“Shit shit! Shit sorry I’m late what the fuck happened, is everyone alright?” His questions flew just as fast as he did.

“We’re mostly alright, dad, a few scratches and cuts but I think we’ll be alright. The exorcists came to bring Emily back. Because she was out with Angel-Dust and Cherri, they thought we were hiding her. Though she managed to scare them all off when she got back.” An angry expression flashed on his face as he grabbed his phone.

“D-dad what are you doing?” Charlie inquired, Lucifer held up a finger gesturing for her to wait. Punching in numbers on the keypad there was a dialing noise and a “What do you want lucifer” Before the king went off.

“Listen here Sera there’s an agreement set in place last time I checked you 1 leave hell borns alone and 2 not vengeance calls. Now why in the fuck did I just come to the hotel a wreck because you put your exorcists up on a seek and destroy mission to get Emily! If you want her to come and get her yourself, you piss poor excuse for a sister!” And with that he hung up, the room was pin drop silent as Lucifer whipped his hand around to fix up the hotel with his magic.

“There, now I should be expecting some news either tomorrow or sometime this week.”

Well he wasn’t wrong as now Emily was getting ready for a meeting in hell only a few days since the storming. She couldn’t shake this feeling in her stomach, was Sera really coming down here to get her back? Why was she doing this? Did she even want to go back? Sure heaven was her original home, the place she had grown up in, and she didn’t know anything else but. What if she didn’t want to leave hell? Sure she’d definitely miss Sirpentious but its obvious he’d know what had happened by now.

“You ready, Em?” Asked Charlie, Emily nodded, grateful she didn’t have to attend this meeting alone even if Lucifer was in charge. Charlie and Vaggie had put in just as much work to help her adjust. She also took the polar bear plush with her, she hardly left without it since it had become a source of comfort for her. Of course it was named peppermint.

Arriving at the castle, Emily wasn’t sure Sera would even show up. Though when the portal from heaven opened in the meeting room she adjusted herself in her seat, hiding peppermint in her lap giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Apologies if I’m late, I had to organize a few things before leaving.” The woman stated softly while taking her seat, another angel beside her as an escort.

“No worries, Sera, glad you could make it.” Replied Lucifer, tipping his hat in acknowledgement.

“Let's get this meeting going shall we, so Sera you sent a group of exorcists down here to bring Emily back. May I ask why?”

“I realized I had made a major mistake and misstep in how I went about things. And I wanted to apologize.” Sera answered hesitantly, Lucifer raised a brow at this and continued his questioning.

“Oh and what would that be?” But Sera couldn’t answer instead she dodged.

“I shouldn’t have done it, and as her sister I’m sorry.” “That’s not what I asked, Sera.” Lucifer stated firmly, he knew she was dodging him and pressed for her true reasoning.

“I think it's only fair for you to fully admit to your wrong doings if you’re trying to ask for forgiveness. You wouldn’t come all this way just for a quick ‘i’m sorry’, and I’m sure you know what you’ve done.” The high Seraphim shifted in her seat clearing her throat, nodding.

“R-right of course, ahem. I shouldn’t have gone through your room and your journal nor should I have accused you of endangering heaven’s people, E-Emiliana. It was wrong, I’m deeply sorry.” Emily’s lips pressed into a thin line, Sera hardly used her full name, the only one who was ever allowed to use it was God. She never let anyone else call her that and Sera knew that. There was a hint of insincerity in her voice almost as if she had rehearsed this.

“What’s wrong Emily?” “Sera….why are you really apologizing?” Sera seemed taken aback by Emily’s sharp tone, her eyes narrowed as if she’d burn a hole into her soul. A nervous sounding chuckle came from Sera.

“Wh-what do you mean, I-” “Are you truly sorry for what you put me through or are you doing this to save face?” Emily interrupted coldly.

“No no, I really am sorry, Emily, please I-I know what I did was-was a little extreme-” “A little?!” Everyone in the room jolted at the young seraphim’s abrupt exclaims.

“You chained me in the meeting room while you refused to listen to me, denounced our relationship, and allowed for the others to assault me out of heaven. Do you have any idea what they did to me before they tossed me down like trash?”

“W-we didn’t want you trying to make your way back up, I didn’t think they’d go so far-”

“Of course you didn’t think Sera, you take all of the responsibility claiming I’m too naive to handle things when I don't even know how things work! I was beaten, stabbed, my clothes were ripped, my wings were mangled, I was touched. By the time it was a miracle a kind overlord found me when he did. I could have died Sera. You left me for dead!” Her hand balled into a fist onto the table as she stood up.

“If you expect me to accept a measly ‘i’m sorry’ from you, then you are painfully mistaken and more of an idiot than I thought you were.”

“Please Emily, didn’t mean for any of it to happen, I didn’t mean any of what I said.” Sera pleaded, reaching out a hand towards Emily. The fallen angel shook her head pulling her hand away and asked.

“I’ll ask again, Seraphiana, are you going to such lengths to give some smidgen of an apology?” As this question came out the violet colored fire began to appear as did the horns from the day prior. Sera leaned back in her seat and the escort angel got in front of her. Charlie contemplated calming Emily but Lucifer shook his head at her and motioned for her and Vaggie to step back in precaution.

“Well. I…” “Out with it.” Emily hissed, almost shaking in anger.

“Calm down my child” A booming voice called out, everyone froze and looked to find the source of the noise.

“Lucifer my son, place your phone on the table, please” Lucifer quickly pulled out his cellphone and placed it on the table confusedly.

“F-Father?” He inquired with a raised brow.

“Yes son, it is I your father. Sorry to intrude in so suddenly and through your phone of all things but, when I got word of this I had to tap in some how.”

“I-its quite alright father, wait…Are you back?”

“Yes I am, sorry for such a long absence, but now that I’m in a better place to hear everything. I will say, "I expect you all in my office at once!” Now everyone one scared.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 30: Recovery

Finally decided on making today's @whumptober prompt another Obey Me! fic so enjoy some Lucifer angst and brother feels.

Prompt: Recovery, holding back tears, 'what have I done?' Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Lucifer & The Demon Brothers

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Heaven, Help Us Now, Come Crashing Down

In the aftermath of the Celestial War, Lucifer wonders if he made the right decision

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The room was full of heavy breathing and soft moans of pain. Lucifer stood, numb, in the center of it all, eyes darting back and forth as he watched the blessed rise and fall of each brother’s chest.

He felt himself at a loss for what to do. This was the first time he had actually been alone to think since the fall and the subsequent aftermath. He was still processing everything.

Belphie whimpered in his sleep, and Lucifer finally made a move in his direction, crouching by the bed the twins were sharing and did his best to soothe the youngest. Belphie had a broken wrist and several broken ribs from the battle and the fall, and they probably weren’t being helped by Beel squeezing him close, but Lucifer didn’t have the heart to separate them either. He knew Beel especially was suffering after what had happened to Lilith…

Lucifer shut his eyes, pushing all thoughts of their sister out of his mind. He tucked the blankets around the twins and glanced over at Mammon who was worryingly still, breath hitching every once in a while. He had one arm in a sling, his shoulder having been pierced with an arrow during the battle—an arrow Lucifer thought Mammon had taken for him. His new wings, leathery and reptilian were scored with fresh scars where his others had been damaged.

Lucifer’s back twitched at the thought of wings. His were…horrendous. He had cut his own off, but four had grown back when he had taken this new form, black as coal, a dark mockery of what they had once been. The scars from the third set still seeped blood under his shirt, a dull ache in his lower back.

He couldn’t for the life of him understand why the demon prince had taken pity on them. They had to have been a horrific sight, sitting there in the burned remains of the place of their fall. Their white robes and feathers burning away to be replaced with their hideous new forms.

He adjusted Mammon’s pillows to cradle his shoulder more comfortably then checked on Levi and Asmodeus.

Asmo was crying softly in his sleep, cradling his bandaged arms to his chest. Lucifer brushed his matted hair away from his face, careful not to touch the new horns that sprouted from the soft locks.

Levi was lying curled in the bed, brow furrowed in pain, his new tail wrapped around him as if in some form of self-comfort. He shivered and Lucifer pulled a blanket over him. Levi had gotten badly burned in several places in the battle, the sound of his shocked cries of pain still echoing in Lucifer’s ears. Everyone’s screams still echoed in his ears, his own desperation as he tried to protect all of his brothers during the fall, how he had cursed their Father’s name and ripped off his wings, dooming all of them to this new hell.

And in that aftermath, the new being he had brought into this world born of his rage and fury.

He glanced toward the last bed apprehensively where the blond demon lay comatose. He had appeared in a rage, and had instantly lashed out in terror and fury at anyone and everything. Lucifer hadn’t known what to do. It had taken Prince Diavolo and his butler to put him into a deep sleep to get him to calm down. Lucifer had to admit that he dreaded Satan waking up. Satan was the name Diavolo had called him. Lucifer wasn’t sure if he wanted to confront this physical manifestation of his own actions. He couldn’t even confront himself.

His body begged to rest, pain raking through him with every movement, but he couldn’t. The guilt was too strong. So he continuously moved between his brothers, tending them, calming their nightmares, coaxing them to drink water and take medicine for the pain, making them all as comfortable as possible because this was all his fault. All his fault…

What have I done?

The words slithered through his head, a mocking refrain. Pressure beating down on him as he tried to drown it out with each little task he set for himself.

Because deep down, despite everything, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a terrible mistake. Especially in dragging the others with him. Did his brothers resent him now? Regretted that they had followed him. Did they feel like he forced them into the decision? Had he?

Lucifer felt light-headed with the culminating thoughts. He stood in the center of the room, his injured brothers around him, pressing a hand to his head. His fingers pushed through his hair, digging against the horns that now curled out above his ears. An unbearable pressure behind his eyes threatened to break, a growl of fury and desperation escaped his throat.

“Lucifer?”

He spun, seeing Lord Diavolo standing behind him, concern in his golden eyes.

“Leave—leave me,” Lucifer tried to plead before the dizziness caught up to him finally and he felt himself collapsing.

A soft oath escaped Diavolo’s lips as he stepped forward, catching the fallen angel by the shoulders, keeping him upright.

“Lucifer, I instructed that you rest,” the prince said.

“I can’t, I can’t,” Lucifer babbled, somewhere in his mind aware that he was losing himself, but not having the mental capacity to care at the moment.

“Barbatos, he’s still bleeding,” Diavolo said, voice sounding far away.

Lucifer was barely aware of another pair of hands taking hold of him, helping him to the empty bed and laying him down on his side.

“I can’t rest, I don’t deserve rest,” Lucifer tried to protest, pushing himself shakily onto his elbows. “I must care for them, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault this happened!”

“Fretting will fix nothing,” Barbatos’s even voice filtered in as he took hold of Lucifer’s shoulders and firmly pressed him back to the bed. “Allow me to tend your injuries properly this time. I assure you your brothers will be well looked after while you rest.”

Lucifer gritted his teeth, wishing he had the energy to fight the butler, but he did not at the moment.

Barbatos swiftly pulled his shirt up and removed the sloppy bandages from around his waist. Lucifer hissed as the gaping wounds on his lower back were exposed to the air. He curled into himself, clenching his jaw as Barbatos tended to the wounds.

“This should help them to scab over more quickly,” he said as he spread something cold over Lucifer’s wounds, forcing him to arch his back in pain. “But you must rest for a little while.”

“But I need to look after them,” Lucifer pleaded.

“I will put you to sleep as well if I must,” Barbatos said sternly.

Lucifer felt desperation surge through him, baring his teeth.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Barbatos,” Diavolo stepped in. “Lucifer, I promise you that I will see to your brothers’ care personally, but it is also important that you take care of yourself. You’ll be no good to them if you bring yourself to collapse.”

Lucifer gritted his teeth, hating to submit, but he was hurting, mentally, he was barely together, and he had sworn his fealty to Prince Diavolo so he could hardly defy him, especially now when he couldn’t risk them being kicked out.

“Fine,” he said hoarsely. “I will rest.”

Barbatos finished up re-bandaging his wounds, then set out a small bottle on the side table. “I’ll leave you a dose of medicine for the pain. You do not have to take it, but it is advised for proper rest.”

He cleaned up the medical supplies and started making his way around the room, checking on the others. Lucifer felt a surge of protectiveness but his body seemed to refuse to get up now that he had laid down.

“They’ll be all right,” Diavolo promised.

Lucifer felt particularly helpless with the demon prince standing over his bed, an imposing figure despite the concern in his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” Lucifer finally asked.

Diavolo blinked. “Because you begged me for aid and you are under my protection now. I want what is best for you and your brothers, Lucifer. I want you to be comfortable here.”

Lucifer looked away, hating how vulnerable he felt—he was—at the moment.

He froze as Diavolo put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll speak more on the subject once you are feeling better. In the meantime, please focus on your own recovery, Lucifer.”

He left the room and Lucifer watched him go, before his eyes traveled to Barbatos as the demon butler finished up with the others and followed his prince out.

Lucifer lay there for a long moment, trying to quell his mind. He finally reached for the small bottle of medicine and drank it, hating that he had given in.

He felt it numb his body and he was finally able to close his eyes, sleep taking him.

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Lucifer woke to a soft humming, a familiar, soothing feeling at his back, something warm curled against his chest.

He blinked his eyes open and blearily looked around. Belfie had curled up against him, asleep. He then realized that Mammon had apparently made his way over as well, curled in a blanket at the foot of Lucifer’s bed, head propped against his legs.

Asmo’s voice came from behind him. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry if I did.”

Lucifer finally registered that Asmodeus was running his fingers through his wings, straightening the feathers.

“You’re fine,” Lucifer croaked, his voice hoarse.

“They were just so messy, I couldn’t stand seeing them like that…” Asmo’s voice cracked slightly and he ducked his head.

Lucifer turned, unable to miss the tear that slid down Asmo’s cheek, his breath hitching.

Mammon stirred, blinking up at them. “Hey, Asmo, you gotta stop crying. It makes your eyes all puffy.”

“I know,” Asmodeus choked out, scrubbing his eyes angrily.

Belphie whimpered in his sleep and Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him before he reached up to cup Asmo’s cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

His face crumpled and the tears pricked at his eyes as he fought them back viciously.

“Hey, it’s not on you,” Mammon said, pushing himself up with a wince and gripping Lucifer’s knee firmly. “We all made our own decision to come here with you. You know that.”

Lucifer covered his face with a hand, the anguish coming back, more painful than the act of ripping off his wings.

“We’re still together, right?” Asmo said quietly with a tentative smile. “We’ll always have that.”

“Yes,” Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Yes. We’ll always have that.”

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[bumblebee-chimera]

Big, scary, full fallen angel form Lucifer towering over and glaring down at you, cradling the wounded and unconscious form of his beloved radio deer in his claws, debating wether or not you should become a smear in the pavement

Except the scene would be written by an asexual so no you will not get your monsterfucker fantasies you will just be smushed because you hurt Alastor

ok bye

[ask-adamsapple66]

*pick up adam and put him my car*

You never catch me alive!

Lucifer: That's right, because when I catch you you're dead meat!

[coffeecatcraze]

It is not lost on me that Charlie and Vaggie were initially not doing great against Adam and Lute...and then proved Carmilla was so fucking right.

Vaggie is absolutely FUCKED here. She's been in this position before, with Lute looming over her spitting vitriolic judgment, Vaggie's blood on the ground. Back then, she couldn't stop Lute from taking away her wings, her eye, her home, and her purpose. But now? She has more than that; she has love, because she has Charlie.

When Lute threatens Charlie, everything changes. Vaggie fucks her up immediately...and shows "mercy" knowing that being forced to live with part of herself gone (her arm was CRUSHED, no way was she getting it back), the shame of defeat, and the knowledge that someone she's been looking down on so completely is responsible for it all is a fate MUCH worse than death for Lute.

And Charlie? Charlie's insanely powerful but has no clue how to use her power to its full potential because she's never had a reason or desire to fight until now. Even when she's being strangled, when she's pissed-off and vengeful, she can't really tap into that power. But then Adam comes at her dad and is about to catch him off-guard.

He's about to hurt—possibly kill—her dad, who she's finally building a good relationship with; her dad, who just showed up to protect her despite the risk of politically turning this battle from an act of defiance by a willful princess to an act of full-on rebellion by the King of Hell himself. She reacts on instinct to protect her father and stops a hit that destroyed Alastor's shield. And she does it effortlessly.

Carmilla was right. For these ladies, at least, the need to protect someone they love, no matter what kind of love it is, is exactly what rallies them to come at enemies who were just kicking their asses and absolutely dominate.