#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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Waves are Calling pt.2

***Kicking off the spooky season with Pt. 2 of Yandere Grand Admiral Levi! I hope you all are as excited for this as I am 🥰 Thank you for the support! And a special thank you to the Hive Discord for being my Beta readers and always being there for me to bounce ideas around with! -BW***

Summary: The now captured Siren!MC must adjust to their new home in the House of Lamentation. The land dweller has left them alone and now its just them and whatever else lurks in these strange halls.

Part 1

CW: Yandere behaviour/possessiveness, violence, slight gore

A small goldfish glared at you from across the room in a 40 gallon fish tank.

You found that insulting more than anything.

The fact that this small, insolent pet had the gull to glare at you for taking over what was, assumably, once its home as though it was something you had happily chosen.

Never mind the fact that you had been cowering in the farthest possible corner since being dragged away from your home, gagged and thrown here.

The land dweller hadn't shown his stupid face since imprisoning you, which was quite honestly even more insulting than the gold fish.

At least the gold fish was there for you to express your mutual hatred of each other.

All the land dweller had done was nearly suffocate you from keeping you out of the water for so long as he sailed with you on his ship, and then ran through a house with you over his shoulder at nearly break neck speed before tossing you in a giant tank and barking at you to stay quiet.

He truly is such a charmer.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

You flinched back at the sudden noise, drawing closer into yourself as the resonating knocks filled the room once more.

Why would the land dweller knock on his own door? Was there someone else that lived in this hell hole as well? The land dweller didn't seem like the type to make friends which meant-

A small scratching noise came from the other side of the door and your breath hitched through your gills.

Someone was breaking in.

You frantically looked around the tank for anything to defend yourself. But all that laid were stupid painted pebbles and the occasional plant.

Having no other choice, you dove behind one of the stalks of java fern.

A low cackle filled the room as the door creaked open. "Gotta get better locks, Levi," an accented voice snickered. "Now, let's see what ya got for the Great Mammon."

Muffled shuffles and mumbling filled the room as the intruder went through the land dweller's belongings. You got glimpses through the sea plants leaves of white hair and a brown coat.

The noises suddenly stopped as the man stood in front of the goldfish's tank.

"Henry?" he thought aloud. "The hell are you doin' out here when got the big tank just over-" you squeaked and ducked down as blue eyes swept over in your direction.

Your heart pounded with every heavy foot fall moving closer to you.

"Wh-What ..."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to make yourself smaller.

"Oi!" The voice shouted from the other side of the glass. "I can see ya!"

You shook your head helplessly — there wasn't much else you could do in the situation except tremble and shake.

"Hey! Hey, stop with the whole shaking thing. You look like a kicked freaking puppy," you hesitantly cracked open an eye, peering up at the confused man before you. His eyebrows were narrowed, and a frown dug at the corners of his lips, but unlike the other land dweller his eyes seemed to gleam in a sympathetic curiosity more than anything.

Cerulean eyes widened as your gazes finally locked, and for a second he almost looked flushed. "Woah," he breathed as he pressed a hand against the glass. "What are you?"

You lifted your chin, showing the man the rest of your face as you pointed the gag firmly fixed onto your face.

The man's nose scrunched up as he shook his head. "What the fuck? The hell is Levi up to?" He shook his head and made his way over to the small step ladder that stood beside the tank. "Come over here, Fish Stick."

Yeah, no way that was happening.

You narrowed your eyes at the man and flicked your tail in annoyance.

He snorted and shook his head. "Ya can throw a fit and glare at me all ya want, but that ain't gonna get the gag off ya," he smirked as he proudly gestured to himself. "Let good old Mammon help ya out so we can chat, yeah?"

You didn't exactly want to chat, but that stupid gag was digging into the corners of your mouth and was extremely uncomfortable. With another warning thump your tail, you cautiously swam over to Mammon and allowed your head to break the surface.

His breath audibly hitched as he looked down at you, "Oh," he whispered, his eyes scanning the scales dotting you cheeks and gills extending down your neck. "You're somethin' else, Fishie."

He nearly fell off the ladder as you splashed him.

"OI!" He shouted as he regained his balance. "I'm the one tryin' to help ya! Knock it off!"

You glowered at him from beneath your gag and finally moved close enough for him to reach you.

With a heavy sigh, he reach behind your head and got to work on the mechanism keeping you silent. "Fucking hell," he cursed as his arms flexed. "And here I thought Levi took good care of his pets," he paused and looked down at you. "Not that you're a pet. I mean, you could be. You do have a tail. But so does Levi sometimes. A different tail tough. His is a snake, while yours is like a gold fish or somethin'. I'm still working out what exactly you are. Never seen anythin' like ya before."

You blocked out his words, your shoulders sagging in relief as the gag was finally removed and you could stretch out your mouth.

Mammon smiled smugly at you as he swung the gag around his finger. "There! Now, don't ya have somethin' to say to your saviour?"

You smiled sweetly at him and nodded your head as you leaned in close.

The walls shook and Mammon flew off the ladder as a sonic screech burst from your mouth.

The man writhed on the ground clutching his ears as you continued screaming. You knew it wouldn't do anything. It wouldn't bring you back to the sea or break you out of this prison, but it felt damn good.

The door to the room broke open as a tall man with raven-like wings stood threateningly. His eyes snapped from Mammon struggling on the ground to you.

He faltered only for a second before, faster than you could comprehend, he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around your throat. You choked as your gills were blocked off, hissing violently as you scratched the gloved hands stopping your air supply.

"What," he growled, glaring deeply at you. "in the seven circles is a siren doing here?"

Mammon panted on the ground as he finally sat up. "I-Is that what they are?" he cursed as he brought a hand tenderly to his ears. "Fuck, I think my ears are bleeding."

His ears were, in fact, bleeding.

You smiled as the crimson began to stain his hair pink. The hand around your throat grew tighter. The edge of the tank dug sharply into your torso as he pulled you down. "Do you think this is funny?" he spat. "Your kind isn't even meant to be in existence, and yet I find you here attacking my family."

Your tail whacked harshly against the glass on instinct, trying desperately to hit the man hurting you.

Suddenly the myths and legends surrounding your ancestors and their death made sense. It wasn't that you were naturally violent and sought to kill and maim land dwellers — it was that they gave you no choice but to lash out in defense.

You could speak no words, sing no notes, as only wheezes made it past your lips.

"Woah, woah, calm down," Mammon weakly rose to his feet and grabbed onto the man's jacket. "Let's think about this! What do we gain from killing them?"

The man scoffed as his crimson glare hardened. "Use your head, this thing almost killed you."

Mammon yanked on the man's arms — his grip didn't even budge — "Yeah! You do that all the time! But do ya know what ya never give me? Money! Do ya know how much people would pay to actually get to hear a siren sing?! And then we could get them to charm the crowd into giving us even more money! So just calm down and-"

"You've got five seconds to get your greedy hands off my siren before I summon Lotan," everyone froze as a familiar, near-feral growl came from the door.

Orange eyes burned through the back-lit shadow of Leviathan.

For once, his fire-filled glare wasn't fixed on you, but on the two men in front of you. He stepped over his fallen door with slow precise steps. "I won't ask twice. Let them go, Lucifer."

Lucifer didn't move. "They nearly killed Mammon," he spat.

Leviathan cocked an eyebrow as he glanced over at his brother. "Considering their gag is now off, he was asking for it. They couldn't have removed it on their own. Now let them go. They're mine."

Mammon frowned deeply, "What do you mean they're yours? How the hell did ya even get them here?"

"I'm wondering that myself," Lucifer sniped. "Sirens aren't exactly easy to find. They were believed to be extinct entirely."

Leviathan's face shifted ever so slightly from furious rage to manic excitement. "I know right? It's fate! They've been playing with Lotan for months without me even knowing. I finally decided to follow him to see what he's been up to and there they were! Their tail was sparkling brighter than any of Mammon's jewels and their voice-" he sighed happily as his eyes drifted over to you. "I knew they were meant to be mine. So I brought them where they belong — home."

Shivers ran down your spine at the pure content in his voice.

Mammon's jaw dropped, "And you just swiped them?! What about their scream? How are you not dead?"

Leviathan chuckled as he moved over to the three of you. "Oh they tried. I think several of my crew members had their ear drums combust from when we tried bringing them on board — a pity really. But they're just a little guppy," he cooed as he caressed your face. You tried to flinch back, but were held firmly in place by Lucifer's hand. "Once I got that gag on them, they were practically useless. I was trying to get Solomon to come and cast a silencing spell on them so I can mute them as needed, but I was interrupted when I heard all of this coming from my room just as I was leaving the house."

His eye twitched as he looked to Lucifer. "You still haven't to release them."

He hummed as his cold gaze looked at you. You could see a sea of thoughts whirl behind his eyes in consideration. "I've yet to decide if you can actually keep them."

Inexplicable horror flooded your veins as the demon erupted into his demonic form. "I didn't ask for your permission! I found them in my territory! They're mine! My property! You can't take them!"

You whimpered, paying no mind to the tightening around your throat as you frantically tried to pull yourself away from the land dwellers.

A scoff came from Mammon as he eyed you. "Yeah. They don't look too pleased at that idea, Levi."

"BECAUSE YOU SCARED THEM!" He shouted. "Up until now, they had only screamed once because they were getting dried out and then sang a song to try to put Lotan asleep when he was holding them. They hadn't attacked!"

"Because you never gave me the chance," you thought.

"But then you two come in and you make everything worse! They're mine! It's my familiar that found them! They're in my colours, and in my territory, and are my property! You can't tell me what to do with them just because they're a siren. The only one who can touch them is ME!"

Leviathan charged at Lucifer, shoving him harshly away from you.

Claws tore through skin. Blood pooled on your tongue. The water around you stained red.

The words around you became muffled as you choked on your own tongue and you sunk back under the waves once more.

Your eyes met amber, as the land dweller looked at you in utter horror.

From there things became blurry. You knew there was a splash. You had weakly fought against arms around you. Coldness. Movement. Shouting.

It was all too much when all you could feel was the pain burning through your throat like an infernal fire.

And then there was nothing but blackness, darker than the deepest trenches of the seas — for the smallest of moments, you were free.

But freedom, as you learned, is temporary.

You awoke with a splitting headache and a tightness around your throat. There was a heavy warmth coiled around you that you couldn't help but nuzzle into.

Scales brushed against your skin, and your memories came crashing down onto you.

Your eyes snapped open — serpentine eyes stared curiously down at you from a long teal snout.

A strange whine came from the sea beast, bubbles spewing from his maw, as he leaned forward and butted his head against you.

You stared into the beast's amber eyes - so similar to those of his master's — and saw nothing but the fondness that had been there since that first meeting you had with him. It hurt to think this was the same monster that had damned you to a life of imprisonment.

You gently pushed the snake's head away and parted your mouth to shoo him away.

The serpent tilted his head as your lips silently opened and closed at him.

Your heart stopped in your chest. You shakily brought a hand to your throat, feeling thin fabric scratch beneath your fingers, as you delicately applied pressure to the center of your throat and tried again.

Only bubbles spilled from your lips.

"I wouldn't do that," your mouth gaped in a silent scream as you whipped around.

Standing on the other side of the glass of the godforsaken tank, was Leviathan. There were bags under his eyes and his skin looked paler than you had remembered, but with the creepily pleased smile on his face, there was no doubting it was him.

"For a while there, I was afraid you weren't going to wake up," he admitted as he leaned back against the tub. "But here you are! Awake and alive, albeit with a minor ... complication," he gestured to his own neck. "I had Solomon do the best he could, but Lucifer's stupid claws had done too much damage — your voice was the sacrifice that had to be paid in the battle for your life."

Tears welled in your eyes as the demon confirmed your fears — no voice. No more singing. The one true joy that you had left now stripped from you.

Leviathan softly shushed you as he moved forward and placed his palm on the glass. "Hey, hey. None of that. It's alright! It's a good thing actually!" His eyes sparked while is grin curled into something that curdled your stomach. Dread consumed you as Lotan held you tightly against himself. "Now Lotan and I are the only people to have ever heard your beautiful voice. Your song is ours, and ours alone. Just as it should be."

***And that's a wrap! Thank you all for kicking off the spooky season with me! I hope you enjoyed the lovely yandere Levi and Siren MC in all their glory! Thanks again for all the love and support from you guys. You all truly amaze me each and every day. Love you! -B***

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Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie

[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.

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【TIMESKIP】

I think the Princess of Hell and her devoted knight make a great powerhouse couple

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[thisonesock]

This man…

… has tea parties…

… WITH HIS DUCKS!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HIM!

[pageofheartdj]

I love how Lucifer basically stopped extermination day.

He defended the hotel and then didn't let excorcists to continue with the rest of the Hell as they planned.

[araminakilla]

Guys, Sir Pentious knows Lucifer isn't the bad guy Heaven and Earth portrays him as, but a tired, broken dreamer who loves his family more than anything and fears Heaven's repercussion as a sign of religious trauma. He most likely is gonna tell Emily and others living in the "perfect" realm about it.

The Elders and Sera are NOT going to be happy about this. Maybe we should be worrying about noodle boi up there.

He isn't safe from danger.

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hi shepard, i dont normally do this, but i really like your wrighting and i was wondering if you did requests if you could do a lucifer x hellborn!reader where its just a lot of comfort, like the reader lost someone really close to them or something. if not, then no worries, dont feel pressured or anything 💛

Scarlet

Lucifer x hellborn!reader

A/n: I never really said that I do request but I'm really happy if I get one. So, no Worries<3 I hope it's okay That I put a little Angst into it.

Soft Lucifer, comfort, Angst

Words can not describe what you feel right now.

Your heart is pumping so loud in your chest as you read the red ink on the white Paper. You don’t want to believe it. It seems impossible. But it’s standing here red on white that your precious mother has passed away in a gang battle of those damn sinners. 

Your tears soften the paper and the red ink smeared the down written words. Your body starts to shake under the pressure of anxiety. 

Lucifer was out on a meeting with the other six sins.

At first he didn’t even want to go on a meeting knowing that your mental health wasn’t on its best shape. The panic attacks were way viler when he was not there. 

Nonetheless you told him you were fine, and he will go to this meeting. He was hiding all those years and you’ll not be in the way of a reunion. 

At first you were doing alright. Watching your comfort movie with your comfort snack was relaxing.

Your pajama was comfortable and your favorite plush was seated on your belly. You giggled at your favorite scene and hugged your plushie more on you.

A loud knocking hollowed through the huge Mainor you now call home. Lucifer didn’t tell you; he was expecting something. Confused you pressed on pause and walked down the hall. Your tail tangled itself on your leg hoping for some comfort. 

As you opened those huge doors a small Imp, just like you. He gave you a black Envelope with your name in white ink. The Imp gave you a slight bow and left fast. 

You walked down the hall back to the bedroom. You opened the black envelope and read the content.

Now you were at the verge of a panic attack. 

Sweat pearling down your forehead and you rolled into a small ball on the floor. The papier laid on the red carpet and you are right next to it.

Your tail was wrapped around you, yet it didn’t help you to feel connected to your body. You shook hard but all you could focus about was your mind running.

Memories of your lovely mother, the one who read stories to you at night to cradle you. 

The way she smiled at you when you told her you were in love. How she told you she’s so proud of you. How he held your hand through your marriage. 

And now she’s gone. 

Killed brutally like the Imp she was. Like the Imp you are. Another proof that no one cares about the life of an Imp.

The ringing in your head just seems to get louder, louder, and louder. Clutching your hands on your head trying to ease the painful headache that had begun.

Your breathing was starting to get heavier and heavier, it got to the point where you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore.

A hand pulled you out of your curled form pressing you on his chest. You immediately recognize that this is your husband.

Lucifer whispers in your ear and stroked your back in a comforting matter. He cradled your body and kissed your cheek multiple times.

“Everything is okay, I’m here. Just take a deep breath in... And out.” You followed his instructions. In and out. Your hand grasp around his torsi pulling him even closer.

The oxytocin was filling your lungs again and your broken cries filled the air. 

Even after-hours Lucifer never let go.

Lucifer doesn't know what happened that cost this state, but all he knows is that you need him. And that's exactly what he's going to do.

Lucifer carried you up to your sharing bed when your light snoring reached his ears. He hugged you close shutting his eyes, grabbing your waist tightly making you feel protective.

______

You rubbed your eyes exhausted from the panic attack yesterday.

As you spun around to look at your husband, Lucifer wasn’t beside you. Again the anxiety filled your ribcage, it was hard to breath.

“Lucifer?!” The door of your shared bedroom sprung open reveling your husband in one of those silly aprons he has. Your body quickly relaxed at the sight of him.

“Darling you’re awake!” His smile was precious and contagious. He moved rather fast towards you, and he stumbled. With grace he caught your breakfast and smiled nervously at you. “I made for you breakfast!” You laughed at his antics and took it out of his hands.

You gave him a peck on the lips and sat down on the bed. Lucifer followed you to the bed but didn't sit down.

Lucifers eyes sparkled when you ate his food. But frowned slightly when you suddenly stopped eating and played with the food.

With a sigh be plopped beside you. “Babe,” He placed the tray on the nightstand and intertwined your hands in his. “You know you can tell me everything.” You nod as you looked on your intertwined hand watching as he strokes his thumb on your hand. His clawed nail tapped on your shared ring.

“Look me in the face, darling.” His other hand moved your head upwards and your e/c orbs meet his red scarlet ones.

Without much thought you gave him the letter you received yesterday. He released your chin and took the letter out of your hand. Lucifers eyes left yours hesitant and he skips through the information. 

His hands clenched around yours in a comforting way after he finished. “Y/n I’m so sorry. I…” He took a deep breath and pressed you again onto his chest. “Everything will be alright darling.”

Your crying was breaking his heart. But letting out emotion is better than letting them eat you up. He knows it the best.

You two had almost a whole spa day.

Lucifer took care of you perfectly, just everything you needed.

His hand in yours like he promised in the wedding. Through thick and thin. The whole day, it was just you and him with pure affection. 

Lucifer and you were cuddled up on your couch. Your head was resting on his lap, and he played with your hand strands. “I Love you, Y/n Morningstar.” He said and pecked your lips. “I love you too, Lucifer Morningstar.”

A/n: I hoped you enjoyed what I wrote❤️

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Us Two in the Spotlight's Glow

***So, some of you may have seen I have a new Obey Me OC/D&D character named Sibella. She is all I can think about, and this was born. Enjoy. *** Summary: Sibella's life, and death, had always been empty and alone, until she gains a certain noble patron. Who knew the Avatar of Pride could make such good company?

The stage was many things. It was home. It was life. It was joy and despair. It was the only reason why Sibella could bring herself to rise from her bed sometimes.

But it was also horrendously lonely.

She hadn't realized it when she was still human, but since dying and awaking as demon of pride in the Devildom, she had come to recognize it as a simple fact of life.

Or, well, after life.

She hadn't minded at first — though she had certain words for which ever sick asshole decided to give her the whole "deer in headlights" look. Her life had always revolved solely around her career as prima ballerina. She didn't have time for things as small as friendship or a social life, when all that precious time could be spent perfecting her fouette. Why would that change now that she was buried six-feet under?

Sure, some might say that she missed out on a lot of the fun things, like partying at The Fall, or enrolling in that devil-forsaken academy. But she was happy.

She wasn't.

She was happy before.

She was tired before.

She could be happy now.

She tried not to think of how fucking empty she felt.

That's all there was to it.

She was a one woman show. The diamond that dazzled in the spotlight. She had fought tooth and nail to get to where she was, and she wasn't about to let something as fickle and strange as emotions take it from her now.

But death had a funny way of changing things. And the Devildom even more so.

Sibella had been making a name for herself for years. By now most of the Devildom knew of the hypnotic dance of the icy prima ballerina. She had a reputation. On stage: she would warm your hearts and move your very soul to the point that you would feel alive again. Off stage: she was colder than snow and no one could manage to get a single word out of her before she was either in her dressing room or fleeing to the dance studio.

Well, almost no one.

She had been in her dressing room after a show. Her performance had been flawless as always, though she was looking forward to a good soak in the tub when she got home to soothe her aching feet and bones. She had barely begun to take her hair down from the head-splittingly tight bun it had been pulled back into, when she heard it. "O-O-Oh. I'm sorry, sirs, but the lady doesn't take guests." She felt one of her long ears perk at the sound of her security guard's voice. He'd never been nervous around nosy fans. What the hell was going on out there?

"Perhaps. But I'm sure she can make an exception." Her frown turned into an afronted scowl at the sound of the deep, arrogant voice. She most certainly did not make exceptions. Had they any idea how precious her time was and how exhausting it was to perform like that? Why, the audacity to bother her after performance like-

"I-I-I ... I'm sorry, my Prince and Lord. I'm just following orders."

Sibella nearly dropped her hair brush as she whipped her head towards the door and looked at it with wide eyes. Prince. As in the Prince of the Devildom. As in Prince Diavolo. And did he say a lord was here as well? Even in her human days, Sibella had never achieved the honour of performing for royalty. But now she had done so unknowingly!

Her breath halted as she immediately began playing-back her performance in her mind. Sure, she was confident that she was a damn good dancer, but this was nobility! Had she slipped? Did she misstep at any point? Under rotate? Over rotate? Why had they come back to see her? Surely they were equally, if not more, busy than herself! If they wanted to take the time to see her, than perhaps she had messed up. Perhaps they were here to ban her from ever taking to the stage in the Devildom again or-

She couldn't help but yelp, throwing her brush across the room as a loud knock sounded at her door.

She managed to take in a few deep breaths, her heart banging against her chest, as she smoothed out her hair. "Yes?" She called out with as much neutrality as she could manage.

"Miss Sibella, I-I'm sorry to bother you ma'm, but you, um ... you have visitors. I-It's um ... It's Prince Diavolo and Lord Lucifer, ma'm."

Shit. When was the last time she even talked to someone who wasn't a member of the theatre's staff?

She caught a glimpse of her terrified expression in the mirror. With another grounding breath, she carefully smoothed her face into one of passive indifference as she rose to her feet — barely surpressing a wince as her tights-covered wounds met the floor once more. Pulling back her shoulders, and raising her chin, she opened the door.

Staring back at her was her bodyguard — who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here — a giant gigantic red-head with golden eyes that glittered with excitement and a wide grin — who she immediately recognized as the prince — and another man — slender, with dark hair and burning crimson eyes. He stood back, arms crossed with only mild interest on his face.

The red head moved forward, his smile growing impossibly wide, as he held out his hand. "Miss Sibella! It's an honour to meet you."

She took a moment to remember herself, bowing her head slightly before meeting his eyes once more. "The honour is mine. I wish I had known we would be dignified with such noble guests this evening. I would've had the staff prepare our best booth for you."

Sibella quickly repressed a flinch as the Prince burst into a strong, hearty laugh. "No need to worry about that! The V.I.P. booth is always reserved for me! I've owned this theatre for years. I've been meaning to see this esteemed performance of yours that everyone in the kingdom is talking about, and I am elated to have finally been able to drag old Lucifer down to see it with me! You are truly remarkable!"

Sibella's onyx eyes flickered curiously over to the gentleman accompanying the prince, only to find his eyes already resting on her. His eyes held an all-knowing gleam as he smirked at her. "Yes. I must send my compliments. I haven't seen a performance like that since my time in the celestial-realm," his eyes shifted back over to the Prince, giving Sibella the opportunity to control her slightly-flushed expression. "Though perhaps I may have enjoyed it more if someone hadn't been gasping and awing throughout its entirety."

Diavolo laughed, planting a heavy hand on Lucifer's shoulder as he did. "Oh! Your jokes always get me!"

The ballerina smiled politely as she maintained her eye contact with the Lord. "Then perhaps you should come again sometime. I assure you this is far from the only accompaniment that I dance to, and it is also not my most impressive. If you can find the time, I can guarantee that you won't be disappointed."

Sibella held her breath as she felt his onyx eyes pour over her entire being like a river's spring and seemingly pick her apart. She hadn't felt so exposed and vulnerable since- She lifted her chin higher and shook off the unwanted memories.

The lord tilted his head. "Perhaps, we will-"

"I will go buy us season tickets for your shows on the way out! It will be a great opportunity to get out of the office. Yes! Wonderful idea, Lucifer!"

Sibella did her best to bite back a giggle as Lucifer narrowed his eyes sharply at the Prince before sighing in defeat. "Of course, my lord."

The ballerina could almost see sparkles floating in the air around the Prince as he beamed. "Brilliant! Well, until next time then, Miss Sibella! We will see you again."

And they did.

They didn't attend every performance, but they were Sibella's most frequent patrons by far. Most of the time they would come together. Sometimes only Diavolo would come with different company by his side. Other times it was only Lord Lucifer, by himself. But regardless, they would always come to visit your dressing room afterwards for conversation. At first it was intimidating. She had increased her practice hours, nearly to the point of destruction, to push herself to maintain a performance level worthy of their presence. But as months passed, Sibella had begun to become more relaxed with the pair, and them her. She dared to say that she even looked forward to their pointless, time-wasting visits. It was ... nice.

One of said nights had been a particularly grueling routine. Sibella allowed the facade of strong, immovable, grace to drop the second she was hidden back stage and silently limped back to her dressing room.

She threw yourself onto her couch before ripping her satin slippers off her feet with a choked cry. Beneath them sat bloodied tights that hid bruised, blistered and swollen toes. She hissed through her teeth as she slowly peeled off the pink, thin fabric and examined her injuries.

She couldn't help but groan as a knock sounded at her door. She couldn't leave it ignored — not while knowing who stood behind it.

She looked up at the ceiling taking a minute to collect herself before pulling herself to her feet. Only, the second her poor toes touched the ground, a strangled shriek slipped from her lips and she had to quickly catch her balance on the arm of the couch as pain shot up her legs.

"Miss Sibella?" Fuck. It was Lucifer. Of course it had to be the observant one. "Are you alright in there?"

Sibella cursed under her breath, doing her damnedest, and failing, to bite back a whimper as she stood back up. "Of course. I-I'll be there in just a moment."

But the odds were not in her favor. Her abused legs felt like jello beneath her feet and threatened to give out with with every step she took. Her panicked eyes flickered desperately between the door, only 10 feet away from her, and the end of the couch, where she now stood. She could leap that distance in a single grand jete on a good day. Surely, she wasn't going to let it defeat her now?

With a choked deep breath, she lifted her hand away from the sofa and tried to quickly make her way to the door.

She was betrayed by her stupid feet. Sibella had barely managed to let out a yelp as she began to fall towards the ground.

The door swung open and two strong hands quickly caught her by her arms.

Her breath hitched as Lucifer helped her back onto her feet. "I was fine," she insisted.

"I can see that," the lord grumbled, keeping an arm fixed securely around the ballerina's shoulders as he looked at her injuries. "And I'm sure that you're in absolutely no pain at all, and if I were to let you go that you could walk back to that couch perfectly fine."

A flare of frustration ran through the proud demoness as she lifted her chin. "Most certainly."

"Then let's see it," he stated simply and began to remove his arms.

With gritted teeth and pure spite, Sibella held her breath as she wobbled her way back over to her couch and all but tripped into its cushioned comforts. "See?" she panted. "Perfectly capable."

Lucifer hummed with a raised eye brow. "Yes. And the trail of blood you left behind isn't discerning at all. You looked like a baby fawn attempting to walk on ice."

Sibella glared sharply at him as her ears tucked back against her skull. "You may leave now."

He scoffed and leaned against her vanity instead. "I think not. You're in no state to be alone right now. You're injured."

The ballerina waved off his concern. "Part of the repercussions of dancing. I told you, I'm fine."

"You're clearly not."

Anger boiled desperately beneath her skin in a way that only Lucifer could manage as she sneered at the lord. "And what would you do about it?"

The room froze as he locked eyes with her. His head tilted. Blood-red eyes narrowing. "Dress your wounds for starters. And then ensure that you made it home, and have what you need for recovery." Her pulse thrashed like a wild-beast inside of her as the lord drew closer. "You need me right now, even if you refuse to acknowledge it. You have no one else," shivers ran down her spine as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let me help you."

She tried to think of an alternative. Another way that ended with her safely making it back to her apartment. But her bodyguard was off for the day, and she knew that no one else would willingly help her. If she didn't accept this offer, she would be spending the night in her dressing room, which would be miserable for her already aching body. Not to mention unhygienic.

"Fine," she sighed, giving in and allowing herself to slump against the couch. "If it'll make you happy, my Lord."

He huffed and shook his head as he looked around her dressing room. It was clean, neat, perfect. Just like all things in her life. Any gifts she had been given by fans were in a organized drawer in her vanity. All makeup and hair products were specifically placed by her mirror. All costumes were bagged and hanged in order of use on her rack. Even though the room was practically a home away from home, she could never bring herself to customize it. Her dressing room was for the Prima Ballerina Sibella and her only. There was no space for sentiment here.

"Where is your first-aid kit?" Lucifer questioned, looking among her selection of dance slippers. Sibella silently pointed to the cabinet above the mini-fridge that the stage manager had set up for her. The lord nodded and walked over, removing a red box before taking a seat beside the demoness. With careful hands, he lifted her wounded feet into his lap, and grabbed some disinfectant.

They both remained silent as he worked and gently soothed the aches that had been condemning her with experienced hands. It wasn't until he had begun to wrap her feet in guaze that he spoke. "I will be sure to inform the director that you will not be performing this week."

The ballerina shot up, "What?!" she hissed venomously, her deer-like horns reappearing on her head as her demon form threatened to break loose. "No. You have no right. I am fine, Lucifer!"

He narrowed his eyes, and firmly pressed against her freshly-bandaged, fractured toes. A pained-cry tore itself from her throat before she could stop it. He raised an eyebrow and released his hold. "You can barely walk. You expect me to believe that you can dance the same routine that caused these injuries for the rest of the week?"

Sibella snarled and tore her legs back in towards herself. "You don't know what you're talking about. It's nothing I haven't done before."

He paused at her words, lips pulling into a thin line as he took in her furious, yet vulnerable state — Sibella hated the way it made her feel so open. "If you go out there like this, you will only further hurt yourself. Not only that, there is no possible way that you can meet your own high-standards for yourself in this condition. You will only become angry at yourself, and that will only get worse and worse with every performance you do without letting yourself rest and recover." The lord nodded to himself, as he stood and held out a hand towards the ballerina. "Come. You're going home. And you will be taking time off. I will personally ensure that you do."

She slapped his hand away and went to stand on her own once more.

Lucifer huffed, rolling his eyes, before scooping up the demoness in his arms. Sibella refused to make it easier for him. Keeping her arms crossed as he carried her out of the room. Although she was by no means pleased by this arrangement, she allowed him to continue with his plan. That was until they made it outside the theatre and she spotted exactly how the demon planned on taking her to her apartment. "Absolutely not," she hissed, her body tensing in his arms as she squirmed and pushed against him and tried to get away from the car he was carrying her towards. "Put me down. You're not putting me anywhere near that tin-death-trap!"

Lucifer gritted his teeth as he tightened his hold her. "Then, pray tell, how do you plan on me getting you back to your apartment?" She snarled at him, continuing her resistance. "Anyway but that! I only live down a block or two from here and usually jog as a warm up on my way to theatre!"

The demon sighed miserably. "Of course, you do," he made no effort to stop his movement towards the car. "I am not carrying you all the way there — not that it would be difficult. And you are in no condition to walk. So driving it is." "No! Stop!" She screamed as shifted into her demon form. "Put me down! I'd rather walk a thousand miles with shattered limbs that get in one of those monstrosities for a single second!"

Lucifer growled, attempting to secure his grip on the thrashing woman once more. "Will you stop acting like a child?! What in Diavolo's name is wrong with you?"

"I died because of those machines before and I refuse to do so again! Put me down!"

Lucifer froze, giving the demoness the opportunity to drop back onto her own two feet, and weakly stumble away from him. The lord blinked back at her. "You died in a car accident?"

She sneered at him from behind a deadly glare. "Does it matter?"

His lips pulled into a thin line as he glanced between his car and the demoness before sighing and approaching her once more. "I was unaware. We won't take the car," she looked up at him with wide-doe eyes. "I'll carry you. Just ... Wrap your arms around me."

Sibella stared at him for a moment — her anxiety riddled heart still running wildly in her chest. With trembling arms, she silently held onto his shoulders and allowed him to lift her into a bridal carry once more. "There," he whispered as their eyes met. Her breath caught at the shocking tenderness that hid within them. "See? Not too bad is it?" Lucifer chuckled as the demoness's cheeks flushed pink. He stared at her for a moment too long before clearing his throat and looking at the sidewalk ahead of them. "Just up the block, you said?"

"Yes," she muttered, leaning slightly into him. "It's the gothic, navy building across the street from Savonne." Lucifer hummed and began walking without further question, and Sibella ignored the rush of warmth that filled her heart for the first time in two life times.

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